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spicler-man · 2 years ago

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#SupportSpidey by a_matter_of_loyalty for Summertimeblues (Sunshinewalks)

“What – what is this?” Peter’s voice trembles.

“YOU’RE TRENDING!” Ned is still crowing enthusiastically in his ear, voice high-pitched and tinny over the phone’s loudspeaker. “SPIDER-MAN IS TRENDING, PETER!”

Peter stares dumbly down at his phone, because—for once—his guy-in-the-chair isn’t exaggerating.

Right there, on his phone screen, is the evidence of it: hundreds—no, thousands—of Tweets made in support of Spider-Man, waxing lyrical about his heart of gold and his good deeds and his heroics. Thousands.

Almost immediately, Peter knows that this is Mr. Stark’s doing. It has to be.

Alternatively: Everyone appreciates Spider-Man. After a difficult patrol leaves Peter disheartened and feeling worthless, Tony thinks it’s about time his Spider-Kid realizes that.

Also alternatively: In which Tony finds out about Toomes and the warehouse, Peter fears Spider-Man will never be enough, and the people of Queens (and then some) stick up for their hero.

@ironman follows you by malyin_roza

“Eighteen detentions last month alone, disgraceful amount of absent hours – often odd classes mid-day or half a day. I won’t mention the after-class clubs, or nerd groups, or whatever it is you do for ‘fun’ that actually counts in to your records anyway.” Peter sat frozen on the spot, his face growing hot and red after rapidly paling when Tony began talking. “I – I – look, I, let me explain – “ “That’s,” Tony pointed at him, silencing with one look, “that’s where we might start.” “Start?” the teen repeated uneasily. Sweet Jesus, what did he have on him? “I solved it all, you’re welcome.” A beat of silence as Peter blinked at him.

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Or all your favorite tropes thrown into one happy bundle of fluff. Twitter, sick!Peter, dad!Tony, dickhead!Flash - you name it, I write (scratch that, probably have written) it. Because I'm a slut for iron dad like y'all, domestic hoes.

Somebody Take Their Phones Away Please by Shleapord

Binky @bornes Ive been listening to fergalicious over and over again and it wont get out of my head and i think ive seen god

Commander @canada Whats she like

Binky @bornes Sexy trump

Commander @canada Hell yeah

you know the drill. the avengers and co. on twitter

All good things come in threes by Bergen

“I know all about your secret identity.” A beat of silence. “Um,” Peter said, bunching his sweater in his hands. “Which… which one?” -- Peter has three secret identities: Spider-Man, the superhero who swings around the city to save people. Parker Benjamin, who gives Tony Stark unsolicited advice on his research. And NightMonkey, the Instagrammer who keeps uploading increasingly popular but embarrassing drawings of Iron Man. And he can juggle them all just fine, thankyouverymuch.

Iron Man and Spider-Man | Carpool Karaoke by Jenniboo311 for Bumblie_Bee

"You weren't waiting long, I hope?" Spidey asks, though not sounding terribly sorry.

"I was starting to get worried you wouldn't show and I'd have to do this alone," the billionaire responds, crossing his arms.

"Are you kidding? I love karaoke. I'd never let you duet alone." The pun is cringy, but the vigilante looks proud of himself, his huge buggy lenses squinting with delight.

Tony's face falls and he looks done with it all already, suggesting the joke wasn't actually part of the script. "Let's just get on with it, yeah?"

(a)Live and Streaming by Bumblie_Bee for Jenniboo311

“Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Peter sighs. He waits for Ned to give him the thumbs up from the other side of the new StarkPhone clamped in a mount, then takes a breath.

“Hi,” he starts, looking straight into the camera as his Instagram streams live. “This is me, Peter, and, um- as you all probably know by now, I am Spider-Man.”

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In which, after an identity revealing battle with boss, Peter battles with the comment section of his instagram live. Someone give the man a break.

Extra Credits VLOG by zimnokurw

Project for extra credits: Day in my life. So Peter makes a vlog.

Sure, Jan by insertfandomjoke

Tony forces Peter to make a Twitter for Spider-Man after he calls Tony ancient. Flash is thirsty for a follow, Peter gets called a girl and ruins Tony's punching bag, MJ calls Spider-Man a petty bitch and Tony's just trying to understand Peter's memes.

5 Times Everyone Thought Spider-Man was Iron Man's Favorite Superhero by madasthesea

And one time he actually admitted it.

AKA: Tony and Peter's relationship is so adorable, it keeps making the news.

Translation in Русский available:5 раз, когда все решили, что Человек-паук - любимый с��пергерой Железного Человека by 8salfeti8

xii. electrocution by tempestaurora

On screen, Peter was setting up the device; placing the pads and wires along Tony’s right arm. "Alright, so basically I had my friend, Ned, write out a bunch of questions for us, and we’re gonna answer them. If we answer incorrectly, we get shocked.”

“What?”

“Shocked, Mr Stark.”

“You’re going to electrocute me.”

“Only if you don’t know the answer.”

Peter Parker's Illustrious Internship by secretsinmyhead

Peter Parker did, in fact, have an internship despite what Flash said. It just so happens that his internship was not exactly normal- when he wasn't web slinging around the city as the vigilante Spider-man, Peter Parker was inventing Avengers tech, watching movies with his mentor, Tony Stark, or just causing mischief in the SI tower.

This is a series of oneshots following Peter Parker as Tony Stark's personal intern interacting with SI staff, gaining a mass following on twitter, and even making some friends along the way.

#spider-man #irondad and spiderson #spider-man fics #iron man #irondad fics #irondad #peter parker #peter parker fics #tony stark #tony stark fics #spiderson #spiderson fics #social media

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 5

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Revenge is sweet but a well-timed dick joke is sweeter. xoxo gossip girl. Please supervise one Bucky Barnes on the internet. Questionable music taste. Detention is the price we pay for justice. Bruce Banner is too precious for this world, too pure.

THE TAG LIST IS NOW OPEN! @another-stark-sub @mostly-marvel-musings @vozit @littlegasps @pilloclock @shereadsinquiet @downeyreads @hermione-grangers-wife @individualistfem

Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings ! 🎶🎵I love you biiitch ain't ever gonna stop loving you biiitch 🎵🎶

"Initiate phase one," I added a growly undertone to my whisper, holding my phone inconspicuously, as if I was making a simple phone call. There was no answer but I didn't expect one: I was testing the voice recorder app that I had downloaded for the sole purpose of documenting and relaying the inevitable fall of one Flash Thompson.

Making my way through the crowd of students during the busiest time of the day, I made the most intrigued and outraged facial expression I possibly could. Spying my targets, I leaned against a nearby wall, putting a hand over my mouth in fake outrage, keeping my eyes wide and trained on the opposite wall. Just as I had predicted, the two sophomore girls started giving me side-eye by minute two of my staring and finally approached me as I contemplated the wall for whole five minutes.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The brunette asked, her blonde friend hanging a step back.

"Yeah, totally," I mumbled. "I'm, like, shook beyond imagination, but nothing, like, bad."

The girls traded a curious look, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion. The greedy gleam in their eyes had me internally cheering. "What happened?" The blonde one asked, coming closer.

"I'm not sure if I should tell that to anyone," I stammered, watching them bodily move forward. "Well, okay, I can't keep quiet. But you must never, ever speak of it or I'll get expelled or something," I said nervously. They both nodded so rapidly it reminded me of Funko Pop figurines. "You know the senior guy, Flash? Brown hair, kinda hot?" Again, they both nodded, conspicuously grinning. "I think I just saw him in the closed girls bathroom on the third floor with, like, some brunette from Ms. Johnson's History class," They both gasped. Predictable. "But that's not the worst! They were like, y'know," I made an obscene gesture with my hand and they instantly covered their own mouths with their palms in shock. "And the chick was like 'is it in yet?' and he was like 'yah' and I just closed the door and ran, oh my god I hope they didn't hear me," I squealed at the end, playing the part of a mortified teenager.

All three of us giggled uncomfortably for a moment. The blonde girl stared at me suspiciously. "And what were you doing there?"

I faked a nervous stammer, looking around briefly and showing them my lighter for a moment. They both gasped and nodded in recognition. "Don't tell anybody or my mom is going to have kittens," I pleaded. Both of them nodded solemnly, noticing their own group of friends approach. I used the brief moment to get lost in the river of pupils and by the time they turned around to introduce me, I was already at the opposite part of the hallway.

For the time being, everything seemed peaceful. There were a few giggles and side-eyes directed towards Flash Thompson but nothing out of the ordinary. He was disliked by most of the student population even if nobody dared to admit it outright. I took care to walk around without my earbuds for the day and pulled out my phone to record the most interesting conversations around me whenever I caught the tell tale signs of a gossip mill beginning to run its course around the school.

"Oh my god, I heard about this girl that was caught fucking Flash in the girls bathroom and she literally said 'is it in yet', can you imagine the shock, jeez!"

"Some chick literally just rejected Flash because his dick was too small."

"Rebecca from AP chemistry told me someone saw Flash's micropenis. Poor guy!"

"I wonder if his girlfriend dumped him because he can't do shit, I mean, he doesn't look like the type to eat the kitty."

Those were just the highlights of the Friday afternoon. Come the weekend and the news of Flash's unfortunate condition will make the rounds through every single group chat that the school has and by the time Monday rolls around, nobody will have a clue who started the rumour in the first place. I had to carefully select the girls who were to distribute the rumour and I was happy with the outcome: Marissa and Layla with their squad of chatty, bored rich girls were the perfect choice. I thought they would jump at any opportunity to cause drama and I was right.

It was sufficient to say I was bristling with pride as I cut and compiled the audio track from today's school day before sending it to the group chat.

Clint, Peter and Natasha appeared online as soon as the message delivered and I was delighted at their response. Romanoff's kind words, specifically, made me all warm and mushy inside. I didn't resist the feeling, basked in it even as I did a happy dance around my room. Peter's nonsensical string of emojis was another point of laughter for me.

It wasn't exactly the smartest way to go about killing Thompson's reputation... Alas, simplicity is the way to success when it comes to large crowds of teenagers. That tiny little vindictive part of me was very much looking forward to the weekend and the results of the inevitable distortion of the rumour I had started. Who knew, maybe by Monday Flash Thompson would not only have a micropenis but horns and hooves as well.

Near bedtime, I had all the avengers send me their regards and thumbs up. I answered the flurry of texts as quickly as I could but there was no point in keeping up with ten or so people constantly streaming their questions, opinions and comments.

I settled on a single easiest response: pulling my dad's old uni sweatshirt over my tiny lacy pajamas to preserve some modesty, I settled in front of my mirror, turning on my Bluetooth speaker to play "Boss Ass Bitch". In true gen-z fashion, I put on my best resting witch face and solemnly lip-synced to the song's eponymous chorus. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut paper and my prismatic highlighter glittered enigmatically in the cold light of my blue lava lamp.

The response was, once again, delightful and I genuinely belly-laughed at the adults' attempts to meme after Peter. His blushy face emoji started a whole nother conversation that I didn't participate in but watched from the sidelines with glee, snorting every time his friends and mentors gently teased him about the very obvious crush he harboured on me.

Seeing Peter starting to go absolutely nuts, I interjected with an offer (more like a dare) of a lip sync battle. He jumped on the bandwagon, immediately going offline to undoubtedly film an epic video of what I thought would be dorky-dancing to some hipster song. I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be a pre-recorded tik tok video of him and Ned fighting with lightsabers while mouthing the words to Fergalicious that played over the Imperial March.

Weirdos. I still followed him on the app, though, it was pretty funny.

Bucky interjected with a very well executed rendition of "Bring Me to Life": he was wearing his full Winter Soldier get-up, complete with an AK-47, dramatically serenading Steve who looked seventeen shades of done with his partner's antics. Wanda's following twenty second voice message consisted of nothing but pure hysterical laughter, summing up everyone's reaction to the video. Bucky was going to go viral one of these days...

Obviously, I had good competition and nobody else seemed to want to participate so I rearranged my surroundings a little bit and stood up at my full height and swapped the old sweatshirt for a cute crop-top hoodie. My thigh-highs were on display and with my make-up, I looked like a proper internet e-girl. I leaned against the mirror as I mouthed along to the song with my best interpretation of the famous Lucifer smirk, seasoned with a tiny bit of angelic innocence: "Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of loving you..."

Needless to say, I won the competition. Eventually Wanda joined in, looking menacing and ominous with her dark clothes and Natasha's red hair flashing somewhere in the background; even Tony did a round (AC/DC as his soundtrack of course) with one of his Iron Man suits but nothing beat my stunt and the reaction that it caused.

I had accidentally called out Bruce with the choice of my song and his teammates gave both of us a lot of cheeky comments about it. We relented and flirted with each other a bit as the conversation flowed into more mundane discussion; I said my good nights somewhere between Tony's bitching about the hobbies of my generation and my nightly skincare routine. The little green heart that I'd become accustomed to over the past few weeks greeted me just as I was about to lock my phone.

Bruce was really too precious for this world. My crush on him was different than the one on Tony, it mellowed out in comparison. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to call me his darling and wrap me up in one of those dorky button-ups that he insisted on wearing in spite of Tony's unwanted, however very valid, fashion advice.

For all that's worth, the scientist probably knew or at least suspected and had the good grace to play along just enough to satisfy my deep need for attention... Without crossing any actual lines. It was frustrating, it was disappointing but I had virtually nothing to complain about. Besides, I didn't want to lose the quirky friendship that we had. Banner was, probably, the least judgemental person I knew and I wasn't about to trade that for an awkwardly stolen kiss.

Monday and Tuesday passed in a flurry of giggling and snorting every time Flash walked by. His girlfriend broke up with him, very publicly, accusing him of cheating and he didn't even deny it - just insulted her and stormed off, leaving even his friends looking lost and clueless. I started dragging Peter and his two pet nerds along with me just about everywhere I went in case Thompson decided to do something stupid again. If judging only by the looks he was throwing our little company, he was on his way to figuring out who began nibbling at his reputation.

The week was coming to an end and the rumour began dying off, slowly. That just didn't sit with me, I wanted the fucker gone. Due to the obvious time constraints, I approached MJ regarding Peter - after a brief argument, we came to an agreement regarding Peter's safety should I need to leave him alone in the hallways or at lunch.

I needed to do this alone so if I got caught, I won't drag them down with me. Granted, I would probably get something like a suspension and the school will attempt to call my mother (she never picks up) but that's about it. That's where her reputation comes in handy-people consciously avoid dealing with her, she can be that unbearable.

But first, I needed to get a teacher that's on my side. After carefully considering the candidates, I settled on my Social Studies professor - he taught the college-level classes and was overall a very chill, nice dude. And he disliked bullies with a flaming passion. So it didn't take me long to work him into a righteous fury - just a quick chat over a cup of tea in his homeroom and a few pictures of Peter's bruised face, complete with my own pleading puppy eyes. We agreed Mr Davies would "accidentally" leave the teacher's lounge unlocked during third period and I would sneak in. The plan wasn't foolproof but if it worked, not only Flash, but also his whole misogynistic, bigoted family would go down.

As I was leaving, Mr Davies looked up at me with a bright smile: "Give them Hell, alright?" And I suddenly noticed he was, in fact, very attractive. The smile brought out the fine wrinkles around his mouth, the crow's feet around his eyes - he smiled a lot. Silver strands mixed in with the wooden brown of his hair.

I let my eyes slide over him briefly before baring my teeth in return. "I owe you one," I don't know what possessed me to say that. My mouth really had a mind of its own sometimes. The room suddenly became hot.

"Sure," He replied, totally oblivious.

On Friday, I made myself a small nest in the empty classroom opposite the teacher's lounge and sat waiting for the signal from Mr Davies - he'd tap on the door once and I'd quietly go inside the teacher's lounge, retrieve Thompson's file and make my way back to the empty classroom to grab my backpack and carry the file to my locker for further examination.

The first part went successfully and I managed to snag Thompson's file. It was heavy and hefty, all the evidence of his rowdiness compiled into one flimsy plastic folder. There were A LOT of pink slips and I rejoiced internally: at least there was a paper trail of his exploits. The principal didn't do anything about it which was... If not against the rules then at least frowned upon; the plan was to take copies and anonymously submit them to the school board prompting at least an investigation into the blatant disregard for Flash's immoral and illegal behaviour.

On my way back I stumbled upon the principal herself which got me not only a stern talking to, but a whole detention for skipping class. Whatever, I was too elated from potentially ruining the life of a dumb fuck who ruined my friend's face.

Surprise came in the face of Mr Davies, who, having heard the commotion in the hallway, stepped out of his class and saw me being lectured by the principal.

"I'll take her for the detention," I heard the familiar voice behind me. The principal nodded solemnly and I had no choice but to sigh in resignation. "Three thirty, be here," He nodded to me, walking back, looking way too smug for his own good. So I wasn't the only one excited about the successful completion of stage two of my nefarious plan. Cue evil laughter.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x reader #stephen strange x reader #Stephen Strange x y/n #bun writes #party favours #author doesn't advocate for small dick jokes but tbh the abusive fucker deserves it

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cassiecasyl · 3 years ago

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Happy FFWF! Try to find snippet of one of the following words in one of your fics: crabs, hell, bananas, peanuts, bottle, impression, stay, young, captain, good, bones, Superfluous, pterodactyl, fergalicious, and sorry

And again, I've procrastinated a week to answer this. akdsn

The funny thing about this list of words is that I probably either have a lot of examples for the words or none at all. Like, I don't think I've ever included crabs in any fic, which sounds like a shame tbh. Also I'm not that big on including food in fics tbh, so that's a no for bananas and peanuts.

Due to the nature of Spn, I have a lot of fics that include "hell" so I'm just gonna try to find the latest example (excluding unpublished wips).

so, there of course is a mention of hell in my latest destiel fic (that I'm currently still working on): sometimes you just don't know the answer (wait for me) - Chapter 2: there was happiness because of you

The love the angel had seen within him, the one he’d claimed to be infected and infatuated with, it consumed him. He’d always assumed his anger to be worst, but really, it was just worry. The angel had been right. It was burning and blistering his skin like lava, like hell, but he couldn’t let that stop him, couldn’t deny it any longer. It was worse than hell as he stood there alone in the emptiness. He’d chosen hell. This? This had rolled over him like a sudden, cursed speeding train, but it’d been his fault through and through.

Also I had to think of my Sambucky fic bittersweet surrender (everything is better now)

But then Sam’s whole face lights up. He moves forward slowly, as to not scare Redwing again, and sits down on the bed. Bucky quickly glances back to the side, and then does a double-take. There, caressing his damaged wings, are a few little blue orbs. He cries out in surprise, covering his mouth, tears returning to his eyes. This isn’t real, he tells himself. It couldn’t be. They’d turned them red, replacing all he had with their hate, but now his body is brimming with love instead of hell.

bottle was surprisingly easy for me to find — there's one mentioned in to be or not be hugged

Tony stood up and fear gripped Peter. He had enough of him. He’d realized the threat he was and would get himself to safety now. Only, that meant he’d leave Peter behind. “I’m not leaving, Pete,” Tony promised against his anxiety spouting lies, “I’m just getting something. See? I’m not even leaving the room.” He held up the water bottle Peter always kept on his bedside table to show him.

I'm pretty certain I've used the words impression, young, good, and bones, but I'm too lazy to look for them rn.

For Captain, I of course looked at my tfatws fic It's the Heart, Not the Power (some John Walker bashing happening in here)

Truly, he fit right into it. Bucky gave the photos on the wall only short attention. They were typical family photos, with a dog instead of a child: a wedding picture, some road trips and barbecues. Mixed in were pictures of him with his military buddies, at even a new addition of his fake-ass Captain America impersonation. Everything he was proud of in one place.

For sorry, I had to think of the last line of this poem thingy from trade that typical for something colorful

Purple - The mixture of them, something inexplicable. The feeling of belonging, yet of something shoved into the corner. He’s so sorry for everything that happened.

stay of course one finds in a destiel fic — this is from don't bother looking down (we're not going that way)

Dean shook his head without looking at him. “I’ve got you. Let’s stay just a little longer.” He pleaded with a hopeful smile and Cas knew he was smitten.

I don't think I've ever used the words superfluous, fergalicious and pterodactyl (I actually had to look up what the first two mean).

#ffwf #dylan asks #thank you #fic promo #this was long akdjf #destiel #sambucky #irondad #words

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aslongasimhereyoureinvincible · 5 years ago

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Haikyuu fic that I’ll probably never write:

So after graduating Kiyoko keeps in touch with everyone, she’s staying in Miyagi for university so occasionally she goes to see Karasuno’s matches too. Since nationals Tanaka’s pretty much gotten over his feelings for her so after a kind of awkward apology where Kiyoko assures him that if he ever truly made her uncomfortable she would’ve just hit him, they two become genuinely closer friends.

After Tanaka graduates he ends up going to the same Uni as Kiyoko and the two of them just?? Keep at it. Tanaka’s been dating Noya for about a year now and he’s more than happy to give Kiyoko advice about Yachi. The two of them find that they actually have a lot in common so in Tanaka’s 2nd year of Uni they become roommates and for the next few years everything’s chill.

Until, one day, Kiyoko comes home all upset after visiting her parents and tells him that she’s actually been telling her super-homophobic parents that he’s her boyfriend for the past few years because whilst she would happily never speak to them again they’re the ones paying for her to go to University and she knows that if they found out she actually had a girlfriend they’d cut her off and she really can’t afford that. She also tells him that they’d been asking her recently when she was planning on getting married and she just has no idea what to do.

Tanaka voice: okay here me out, we actually get married

Kiyoko: what

Tanaka: seriously think about it! You know it wouldn’t be weird because we’re already good enough friends to live together comfortably and I haven’t had a crush on you since I was like 17 and me n Noya both don’t care about marriage anyways so he’d be fine with it

Kiyoko: holy shit you’re right..

So Kiyoko talks to Yachi about it and after a very serious discussion where Kiyoko assures her gf that in the future she and Tanaka can definitely divorce, leaving her to marry whoever she pleases, Kiyoko announces that she and her ‘boyfriend’ are engaged.

Cue shenanigans. Literally all of their friends are aware that Kiyoko is a huge lesbian and that Tanaka hasn’t thought about anyone else since he started dating Noya and so they come to the unanimous agreement that as a screw you to Kiyoko’s parents, the wedding is going to be the funnest, gayest party ever.

Yachi gives a speech about how she watched their ‘blossoming love’ in high school and Tsukishima laughs so hard he snorts champagne. Noya’s best man speech is a performance of fergalicious, complete with a ‘joking’ lap dance. 90% of the couples in attendance are gay. Hinata has never been so annoyed at himself for living in Brazil and is constantly checking everyone’s snapchat stories. Yachi catches the bouquet and dramatically pretends to confess her love for Nishinoya who enthusiastically goes along with it. Yamaguchi gets plastered and sings Dancing Queen with Suga.

Afterwards, Kiyoko and Tanaka don’t go on a ‘honeymoon’ but instead go on a road trip with Noya and Yachi. It’s just 4 gay Uni students touring around Japan and buying overpriced noodles and it’s exactly as indie movie montage as you’d expect.

Kiyoko only takes Tanaka’s name because he beat her at beer pong.

They get divorced when Tanaka’s 28 and everyone throws them a ‘divorce party’ where they mostly just eat icecream and sing shitty karaoke. Noya tearfully confesses to having an ‘affair’ with Tanaka for the whole time he was married. Kiyoko doesn’t have contact with her shitty parents and Tanaka Saeko is going to be the maid of honour at she and Yachi’s wedding.

MLM/WLW solidarity amirite?

#haikyuu!!#tanaka ryuunosuke #kiyoko shimizu #kiyoyachi #tananoya #hq spoilers #cant help having a huge brain #og post //#if anyone wants to like actually write this or draw art of it plz feel free to #just credit me for the og idea tho lol

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genesisrose74 · 4 years ago

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Karasuno Boys Singing Headcanons!

A/n: By this point I hope that everyone has seen the masterpiece that is Sugawara’s wonderful voice actor singing Under the Sea, which has won the spot in my heart for cutest thing I’ve ever heard. I then proceeded to go off the deep end of Haikyuu voice actors singing and safe to say I was in no way disappointed, so here’s some Karasuno boys singing headcanons! If you have any requests my ask box is open 💖 enjoy!

Daichi

Is it just me or would Daichi not care if someone heard him singing

He seems like the type of person who hums all the time

Partly because it helps relax him after yelling at the team all day LMAO He doesn’t necessarily sing with lyrics every chance he gets, but when he does he’s pretty casual about it

He’ll sing in the car a lot, and it was actually the first place you heard him

Boy has a soothing playlist for school days and you always like hearing his voice when he drives you in the mornings

Will hum when you’re both doing schoolwork in his or your house

Doesn’t realize he has a good voice, so he never tries to show off all that often in front of people and thus the team has not heard him full out sing yet

So when they does hear him like, actually singing for the first time at the end of practice they’re SHOOK

Tanaka and Nishinoya instantly start spamming you with texts, asking why you hid away such a precious secret for so long

You’re sitting in the library staring at your constantly vibrating phone like ??? doesn’t he sing all the time?

When you end up texting the boys this question they go absolutely feral

At this point Daichi is losing his voice yelling at the team to calm tf down

Suga is cackling in the corner of the team gym cause he been knew

It’s absolutely chaotic literally someone come save Daichi please-

Sugawara

HAHA GET READY BOYS

Official team mom of Karasuno sings all the damn time don’t even get me started

Always humming some upbeat tune doing schoolwork, cleaning up after practice, in the car, etc.

Seriously when is this sweet baby not singing

The team is well aware of this, especially the sideline cheer squad (Yamaguchi, moi ippon nice serve!)

Tell me he does not make up rhyming cheers under his breath during matches I dare you

Will literally make up a stupid song on the spot to describe whatever he is currently doing or feeling

Hinata bathroom vibes tbh but it’s even more out of the blue

“Got an A on my exam today, and things are going my way”

“Suga, for the love of everything please stop”

“Daichi thinks I’ll listen to what he’ll say, but I’m singing more anyway”

He is always on board with karaoke whenever Karasuno has team bonding nights

One time you are invited to this by Suga himself and he gets up and starts singing a Disney song haha guess which one

And as often as the team has heard him sing mans is feeling it tonight for whatever reason and y’all can tell

You have never heard anyone sing Under the Sea so passionately before but it’s a gift and you’re not complaining

Asahi

Boy is so insecure oh my gosh please give him some support

Very shy about singing in front of anyone and everyone

The only time you’ve ever heard him sing was when you were over at his house and he was taking a shower

You had gone downstairs to get a snack from the kitchen and when you come back up he’s singing alongside one of his playlists

You don’t know if it’s because of the steam and the solid acoustics in the bathroom but he doesn’t sound half bad

You try not to startle him as soon as he gets out because you know how flustered he’d get

But then a while later while y’all are studying on his bed you just casually bring it up like ‘You have a nice voice, Asahi’ and that’s all

He’s a little shocked at first that you heard him but kind of smiles and sighs in relief because you liked his singing!! 🥺

Precious teddy bear is totally happy for the rest of the week, like that’s how much your praise means to him sdlkgjfdjsof he’s too cute

Eventually warms up to humming little tunes around you

He’s really blushy when he does but you pretend not to notice for his sake lmao

It makes you so warm inside that he feels comfortable enough to let you hear him

Ennoshita

In this house we do not sleep on Ennoshita

As much as he is the mom of the second years he will flaunt his stuff whenever he gets the chance and this is one of those times

If a generic pop song is on at literally any point in time and he hears it, damn right he’s going to sing

When it comes to singing Ennoshita is hands down the most chaotic no question about it

Sometimes he’ll actually sing a verse pretty decently

And then the next line is just the embodiment of a dumpster fire and he does not care

These are the only times that Tanaka and Noya get irritated with him and not the other way around

But Ennoshita doesn’t give a shit, he’s so cheeky

Like he’ll be walking through the mall and a banger of a song like Fergalicious comes on over the speakers? You’re done for

Even if he doesn’t know the lyrics at certain points, or deadass does not know any of them at all, he’ll just power through

If there is a sports banquet complete with dancing and music and the team attends, Ennoshita is tearing up the floor and singing his heart out

Honestly you’re a little scared to interfere cause what is he even doing-

He has made quite a few friends from opposing teams with his frankly lunatic level energy

I’m looking at you Oikawa, Tendou

Tanaka

ANIME. INTROS.

He sounds EXACTLY like that opening singer from Bungou Stray Dogs I wonder why

No but actually we all heard his little song in season one, when he’s late and walking to the gym like what a king-

In summary he is a pretty good singer

Most definitely a frequent participant during team karaoke nights and everyone enjoys his little performances

When he realizes that girls actually like guys who can sing he starts using this to his advantage

And surprisingly it ended up working

You’re out at karaoke with some friends one night and you hop outside to get some more food for your group when you hear somebody slaying Rough Diamonds; your mind instantly goes to Food Wars

It catches your interest and then you realize...this dude goes to your school? You are positively whipped

He sees you from the doorway and when he realizes you’re enjoying the song he amps it up another three notches

Achievement get: girlfriend

Karaoke dates and other such outings happen often, thank you very much

As much as he enjoys singing he does not overdo it like Ennoshita, who has been limited to three songs per night every time the group goes out, please for the sake of everyone’s eardrums

Nishinoya

As Tanaka’s best friend and as the co-president of simps everywhere, Nishinoya is another common singer during karaoke nights

Having fun and maybe picking up a cute girl at the end of it all? That’s literally his life agenda

He either goes for the badass, headbanging songs that are super energetic, or he jams out to the generic and famous pop groups’ songs

There is no in between

Noya has a slightly deeper singing voice but sometimes he’ll go for the stupid high notes for fun and just...completely fails

The fact that he has never successfully hit one of those notes doesn’t deter him in the slightest though; his goal is to get there at least once before he dies

He can sing so many popular TikTok audios and you can’t decide whether to be impressed or slightly disappointed with that fact

Noya doesn’t really sing at practice just because he’s focused, but when he’s walking home or getting food from Sakanoshita afterwards he might start randomly singing something

The type of person who has like a billion different playlists on his phone for the most obscure moods (honestly same Noya)

Like there’s one named “Bad Test Grade But I Won a Free Popsicle Kind of Feeling” don’t even ask

Will put on a concert in his room and perform a whole lineup of these songs for you

Sometimes you think it’s just so he can avoid doing schoolwork but you let him get away with it occasionally

cause you’d never tell him but it’s so entertaining and kinda hot what

Tsukishima

OH GOD THIS BOY

I swear you have tried time and time again to figure out whatever the hell kind of music he listens to with those chonky headphones of his but you have never successfully completed that mission

There are only two - count em, TWO - instances where you have ever witnessed this embodiment of a salt shaker doing anything resembling singing

Number one was a literal meme TikTok where you were using Beyond the Mysterious Beyond from Land Before Time as your audio

You didn’t expect Tsukki to recognize it at all

But he’s in the top corner of your phone screen and he is deadass LIP SYNCING EVERY WORD and you’re SENT INTO ORBIT

DOES HE STUTTER? NOPE

Should have expected that Mr. Dinosaur Obsessed would have watched Land Before Time and loved the all the bops

That video is forever saved in your drafts because he’d literally end you if that went public but you refuse to completely get rid of it

Second time, our french fry child actually sings because Yamaguchi forces him to do a song with him lmao

It only lasts for about three verses but it’s all anyone has heard from him before and is therefore a blessing from above

If anyone has heard these two singing Sarishinohara on YouTube you know what I’m talking about if not look it up it’s an absolute gift

Literal perfection in a duet like?? Everyone is depressed when they realize that Tsukki’s voice had been hidden from the world until that very moment

We will cherish this short taste of Singing! Tsukki for all time amen 😔🙏

Yamaguchi

Like Asahi, this precious bean is also shy about his singing

But he will sometimes get a burst of confidence if he’s having a really good day or if someone is singing with him

When those moments arrive they are wonderful

He sounds like an angel, not even exaggerating he’s just so pure

Has a very light tone no matter how the song originally sounds and it’s really soothing to be honest

When his little bouts of confidence wear off please for the love of God praise him in any way shape or form, it makes him feel good about himself

On team bus rides to games, he and Yachi will sometimes sing fun tunes together to calm each others’ nerves and it’s incredibly precious

Tsukki will send you videos of this pregame ritual and you have a folder reserved for them in your camera roll

Everyone say thank you Tsukki

He will sing for you if you’re feeling super down about something because he knows you love it

Never fails to calm you down and cheer you up, and Yams knows in those moments that he would gladly sing for the rest of his life if it made you smile

We stan one soft, talented bean sprout

Kageyama

Another stubborn boy when it comes to singing in front of other people

He will hum on rare occasion but don’t expect much more

You start to realize that whenever he does start humming, though, it’s always the same song, so one day you ask him about it

It’s a song his grandfather used to sing to him when he was little and he uses it to calm himself down

You almost start crying on the spot because you know how much his grandpa meant to him

Kags says there were lyrics to it but he doesn’t remember them besides a few random words scattered here and there

It becomes your personal mission to find the rest of the lyrics because you’ll be damned if your precious baby goes another day without hearing them again

Finally after countless obscure Google searches you find the song

But you don’t know how to casually bring up the fact that you had spent hours obsessively looking for them into a conversation-

So one day you’re hanging out with Kageyama, but he’s been in an awful mood all week, and you decide to start singing the song that his grandpa used to but including the lyrics

And when he recognizes the words and puts the chorus together, he instantly relaxes and starts singing it with you

He is so touched and thankful that he can finally recall the song in its entirety, and now you both sing said song to each other whenever the other is feeling down

I love him so much my heart-

Hinata

When you find out he can sing you’re absolutely floored

Literally the only time in his life that Hinata can successfully speak English words and it’s in a song? And it’s coherent?? It’s a miracle

The whole team gets on his ass about sucking at English in class but being able to obliterate those lyrics when they come up in a song and the poor tangerine gets all huffy

hE’s tRyiNg HiS bESt oKaY

His range is SO GOOD THOUGH WHAT-

You’re in the middle of a store with him and he’s been occasionally singing along to the music from the speakers and at this point you’re not even surprised at how good he sounds

But then he just starts singing in falsetto

BOI- When I say your jaw is on the floor I am not playing games

The power he holds is beyond comprehension

He’s looking at you confused like did he do something wrong?

When you proceed to flip out over how great he just sounded baby gets so embarrassed how cute

Again, one of those people who just doesn’t know their gift and it makes him even more precious

I would kill to have his capabilities like imagine the talent; if that whole volleyball thing doesn’t work out there’s also the music industry sir-

In conclusion: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE GET THIS SUNSHINE A MIC THANK YOU

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ranboounlabeled · 4 years ago

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Incorrect Quotes

So I had the bright idea one day to make incorrect quotes based on a DnD campaign and the players. Why not post them here? If any of them find this and request this to be deleted, I won’t mind. Blu - DM, any other character you don’t see listed here Tuck - Alzora Autumn/Me - Aria Maria - Yeet Bard - Tad Whipple - Niyana ~ Aria at 3AM: Alzora wake up Alzora, annoyed: What is it? Aria: If butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans/mobians in their stomach? Alzora: The rest of Team Supernova: Niyana: aria what the fuck Yeet: No no, wait. She has a point. Yeet: What if they’re mobian butterflies? Snipe: What if they just feel really tiny butterflies in their stomachs? Niyana: That’s morbid. ~ Aria: is pink panther a lion Alzora: say that again but slower Aria: i don't get it? Alzora: he's the pink PANTHER Aria: okay? but is he a lion? Alzora: Aria. he's a panther Aria: is that a kind of lion??? Alzora: no it's a fucking panther Aria: I just googled it. Are they not pink? Alzora: AND LIONS ARE??? ~ Yeet: *gets shot* Shit. Alzora: Language! ~ Niyana: Is 4 alot? Aria/Alzora: Depends on the context. Aria/Alzora: Money? No. Aria/Alzora: Murders? Yes. ~ Yeet: Just a reminder that I'm non-binary so if you've got a crush on me, u gay bro ~

Alzora: if one of you says that stupid thing again I will not hesitate to give you frost bite Aria: aw that's so sad alexa play despacito Alzora: starting with you Alt idea from our DM (context, Alzora is an ice dragon and I compare her to Elsa alot): Aria: thats so sad, alexa play Let it Go. Alzora: you will die in 3 days ~ Niyana: THE FLOOR IS LAVA Yeet: *helps Snipe onto a chair* Alzora: *throws Aria off the table* revenge Niyana: There are two types of people ~ Alzora: If anyone says ‘mood’ ‘same’ or 'me’ in response to something I say ever again, I will throw you out the nearest window Yeet: Mood Aria: Same Niyana: Me Alzora calling tad: hello? Tad can you come here quickly? Tad: why what happened? Alzora: well lets just say there’s a gun in my hand, 3 dead bodies on the floor, blood on the walls floor and ceiling, and police on the way Tad: Tad: what Tad: The police are going to be there? Yeah, you're on your own ~ Aria: Mobius is a hot, molten core with a solid crust. Therefore, its a ravioli Alzora: Please stop Yeet, taking notes: No no let her finish ~ Aria: Comparing me and Alzora is like comparing apples to oranges. Aria: I mean, I like apples, and I really don't like oranges. Aria: Oranges are annoying. ~ nesta: fuck your cake! aria:

~ Niyana: I’ve been working on my evil laugh! ‘Cause everybody’s got an evil laugh, you know, like... Ha ha ha ha HA! Like that. Alzora: Okay, here’s the thing. You’re not ready... for the evil laugh, okay, you can do a chuckle? Like a mildly upset chuckle? After MY evil laugh. ~ Snipe: You're smiling. Did something good happen? Aria: Can't I smile just because I feel like it? Niyana: Alzora tripped and fell down the stairs. ~ Yeet: So, why is Aria mad at you? Alzora: They sneezed and I accidentally said "shut the fuck up" instead of "bless you". Yeet: Alzora: Yeet: How do you accidentally say "shut the fuck up"?! ~ Alzora: Anyone who says 'uwu' or 'owo' again is being arrested for crimes against humanity! Aria: Cwimes against huwumanity. Alzora: I'm going to break your fingers. ~ Yeet, while crying: LOVE IS DEAD AND NEVER EXISTED! ALL YOU DID WAS BETRAY ME AS I LAY SICK AND FESTERING! YOU ARE THE DEFINITION OF DREAD! Snipe: Are you ok??? Yeet, crying even more: NIYANA STOLE MY FUCKIGN WEAPONS! [This breakdown is immediately followed by Yeet trying to beat the shit out of a 15 year-old] ~ Alzora: Good Morning! Aria: Good Morning everyone Snipe: Good Morning. [ half of everyone else says their good mornings] Yeet: My god you all sound like robots! “good morning” this “good morning” that. Yeet: Spice it up!!! Niyana: HEY MOTHERFUCKERS ~ Alzora: *falls* Alzora: Alzora: I suppose I’ll have to add the force of gravity to my list of enemies. ~ Aria: Tall people are the enemy! Alzora: I'm sorry, I can't hear you from up here. Aria: I will tie your fucking shoelaces together and you won't even know it! ~ Niyana: But rules were made to be broken! Tad: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Nesta: Uh, pinatas. Alzora: Glow sticks. Yeet: Karate boards. Aria: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Niyana: And rules! Snipe: Don’t forget bones. Yeet: Ye-Wait no- ~ Aria: Onion rings are just vegetable doughnuts. Alzora, used to Aria: Sure they are, Aria. Aria: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed. Alzora: Okay. Aria: Lasagna is just spaghetti-flavored cake. Alzora: … Aria, oblivious: Lobsters are mermaids to scorpions. Alzora, crying: Aria, please stop. Yeet, fascinated: No, continue. ~ Yeet: Hey, Snipe, what are you doing here? Snipe: This is where I come to cry. Yeet: What. Snipe: I said this is where I come to be a cool guy. ~ [loud crashing comes from Team Supernova's room, Tad runs in to find the room completely trashed] Tad: What happened in here!? [The rest of the Team are on an elevated surface] Aria, on top of the bookshelf, shaking: We saw a spider... ~ Yeet: Isn’t it amazing what friends learn from each other? Aria: I learn a lot from Phin because he makes so many mistakes. ~ Aria: AVJDJAHDHSHS Tad: what is that? Aria: a keyboard smash Tad: how do I do it? Aria: just press anything Tad: 7 ~ Alzora: Bitch. Aria: Blocked. Alzora: Wait, unblock me, I need to tell you something. Aria: Unblocked. Alzora: Bitch. ~ Alzora: Don’t say a word. Aria: Aria: Fergalicious. Alzora: I said no words. Aria: Oh, I see. Two weeks ago playing Scrabble, it’s not a word. Now suddenly it is a word because it’s convenient for you. ~ Aria: Olli? Why are you outside? It's pouring! Olli, drenched: The aesthetic, Miss Aria. Aria: Olli, please. Olli: ThE aEsThEtIc, MiSs ArIa! ~ Niyana: There’s no “i” in happyness. Aria: There is if you fuckin’ spell it right. ~ Niyana: Do you care if I take the skin off the Furby? Niyana: I want to make him a God. Once he is free of his sinful flesh he can begin the path towards enlightenment. He will take care of Us. Niyana: Also I want to softhack his circuits. Yeet: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that sentence ever again. Tad, not looking up from his sketch book: I could design some long furby designs if you need me to. ~ Stella: I have a mafia! Yeet: We have a Niyana. ~ Yeet: Bro. Snipe: What bro? Yeet: Tell the whole world we’re bros. Snipe: *whispers* We’re bros. Yeet: Why’d you whisper bro? Snipe: Because you’re my whole world bro. Yeet: B R O. ~ Yeet: Your house is burning down! You can only save one thing. What do you save? Aria: My house?? ~ Aria: Yeet, do you ever want to talk about your emotions? Yeet: No. Alzora: I do. Aria: I know, Alzora. Alzora: I’m sad. Aria: I know, Alzora. ~ Stella: *looking around in closet* What should I change into? Snipe: A better person. ~ Whatever characters Yeet writes into fanfiction: *hugging and vibing* Yeet: Who would ever want to harm such a loving relationship? Yeet, brandishing a pen: I WOOOOULD! ~ Yeet: Chillax~ Alzora: That’s not a word. Yeet: Sometimes the ones who deny “chillax” are the ones who need to chillax the most. ~ Aria: 13 year old me would be both terrified and in awe at who I am now. Niyana: 13 year old me wouldn't think I'd get this far. Yeet: I would fight a 13 year old me. ~ Snipe: Yeet came into my room in the middle of the night, I pretended to be asleep, and they stroked my hair for a minute then left. Are they planning to kill me??? Aria: No they just care about you, idiot. ~ Yeet: Well, I guess you could say I’ve fallen for you. Snipe: You just fell down seven flights of stairs, how are you even alive? ~ Yeet: I wish I could block people in real life. Alzora: A restraining order. Niyana: Murder. ~ Alzora: What the frick is wrong with you? Snipe: Please be more specific and resubmit with the proper paperwork. ~ [on a city bus] Stranger: Are you traveling for business or pleasure? Alzora, in full armor: Combat. ~ Aria: Who ate my fries? Yeet? Yeet: I don’t like fries. Aria: Snipe? Snipe: I don’t need food. Aria: Niyana? Niyana: …It was Alzora. Alzora: Yeah it was. Aria: wh ~ Alzora: They are completely literal people. Metaphors go over their heads. Yeet: Nothing goes over my head... my reflexes are too fast! I would catch it. ~ Yeet: Live by the ass, die by the ass. Tad: S t o p ~ Niyana: Is there a word that is a mix between sad and mad? Tad: Malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolate. Yeet: Smad. ~ Tad: If someone is trying to rob a civilian, what is the correct course of action? Yeet: T-pose to assert dominance Tad: No. Niyana: Say "Thank you Chaos, for this meal I'm about to have" and then- Tad, interrupting: even worse Yeet, taking notes: Wait, let her finish ~ Aria: Hey Alzora, do you think Snipe feels regret? Because i just saw him choke down one of Tad’s pancakes in half a second. Alzora: Snipe has only one emotion and that’s hubris. ~ Yeet: *peeling a banana* May I take your jacket lol Snipe: Do you think other people can't hear you? ~ Aria: You have to pick your battles, Alzora. Alzora: I’m full of rage and I’m picking all of them. ~ Nesta, T-posing in the hallway: Good morning, parental figure. Tad, not looking up from his coffee: Hello, problem child. ~ Yeet, throwing his head in Snipe’s lap: Tell me I’m pretty. Snipe, lovingly stroking their hair: You’re pretty fucking annoying, that’s what you are. ~ Yeet, hoarsely: I think I'm losing my voice. Niyana: Ha! That means you can't yell at me anymore! [later that day] Niyana: Turns out, Yeet is scarier when they’re quiet. ~ Snipe: WE'RE SINKING IN DEEP WATER. Yeet: Don't worry. I learned this from a survival TV show. Yeet: OH TOOOOODLES-- ~ Niyana: Who else uses can openers to drink soft drinks? Yeet: This is extremely unhinged I must try it immediately. ~ Snipe: Boil up some mountain dew. It’s gonna be a long night. Aria: You could have said anything else. Yeet: fire burn and cauldron bubble, baja blast to fuel my trouble. ~ Aria: What do you want for dinner? Niyana: How about Sonic? Aria: *whispers* He's so fast how would we catch him-

#I can assure you there's much more but im tired #I'll reblog with more later #incorrect quotes #sonic incorrect quotes #sonic forces #dnd 5e #tad the duck #yeet #aria the jackal #alzora frost #niyana the cat #dnd incorrect quotes

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guildedlily6 · 5 years ago

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You Plus Me Equals Soulmates Part 4 (Peter Parker x Reader Soulmate!AU)

Summary: Things continue to grow tense between Liz and Y/N after the results of the house party. Meanwhile, things heat up between Y/N and Peter Parker. Is Y/N Peter’s soulmate? Or will Liz interfere?

Author’s Note: Hey, you may have noticed I’ve been posting parts for this imagine every day for the past three days, but I’m sorry to say don’t get too used to it. I am writing mainly at night due to me having online school during the day (yay quarantine) which usually ends in me up until 4 or 5am. There is a Part 5 in the makings because of the unresolved things in this part with Liz and more that I’m not going to spoil for you right now. Click on the links below to read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Word Count: 2,824

Warnings: swearing, fluff (if that counts as a warning)

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So it’s official. My former best friend, Liz Allen, and Peter Parker are no longer going to homecoming together. Partially because of me. But maybe Liz and Peter were never meant to go to homecoming together in the first place.

It’s been about two weeks since the mortifying incident at Liz’s house party that ended up all over social media. I was a school-wide meme for about two weeks before the Principle got involved and started handing out detentions and even suspensions to anyone who even mentioned the party or posted about it on some social platform. Out of anyone in the school, though, Liz chats about it the most. She won’t talk to me directly, but word travels fast when you’re 16 and the gossip of the school, so I hear every little thing she has to say about me. So far, I’ve ignored it. I have other things on my mind.

Peter Parker is sitting across the room from me in 7th period, writing something in his chemistry journal. I do have to admit, things were extraordinarily awkward once he found out about the drama, pictures, and videos of me yelling “I don’t care about Peter Parker!” in front of everyone to see, but unlike Liz, I talked things out with him and we’re actually friends now.

Friends. Do people really think about their friends the same way I think about Peter?

The answer is no. Ever since the party, I couldn’t stop thinking about brown curls, eyes that hold such softness, and the familiar smile.

I’ve accepted the part of me that wishes to see a matching equal sign tattoo on Peter’s wrist, by now. What I haven’t accepted is that confronting Peter about my newfound feelings is necessary in order to discover if he feels the same way and with the same intensity as me.

“That wraps up today’s lesson. Homework is due tomorrow and if it is not turned in, it will be entered as an automatic zero,” rings the usual monotonous voice of my chemistry teacher. I tuck papers and folders into my backpack, packing up just before the bell rings.

Slinging the backpack around my shoulders, I stand up only to notice someone is waiting for me.

Peter smiles gently. “We have a Decathlon meeting today,” he reminds me. Right. Liz is also in our Decathlon club, which is a small problem, but “everyone is a necessary member of our team” as Mr.Harrington would say.

“So are you and Liz going to fight or something? I mean, you didn’t last week or the week before that in Decathlon club or in the hallways… or in any of your classes together, but if you do plan to fight, tell me,” Ned says eagerly, rushing to catch up with Peter and I.

“Liz and I are not going to fight, Ned.” For the past week, Ned has been trying to convince me that the only way to settle things once and all for Liz and I is to throw down in the middle of the hallway, or something along the lines of that. Two weeks ago, I totally would’ve been up to forcefully shove my fist into Liz’s face, but now I’m not in the mood to get expelled. Honestly, the whole mess shouldn’t be as big of a deal as it is. I feel like I’m back in preschool, fighting over a toy. Not only is Peter not a toy, but he’s also made it perfectly clear that he wants nothing to do with Liz.

However, Peter hasn’t exactly made a move to ask another person to homecoming yet.

Peter, Ned, and I walk into the gymnasium, other members of the Decathlon club already sitting in chairs.

“Just get seated please! Today we’re going to figure who’s going to Washington with everyone for the National Decathlon,” Mr.Harrington announces while unfolding chairs.

MJ sees us and greets us with a nod that says ‘sup’, Flash looks at Peter and laughs, whispering something to his friend, and Liz regards the three of us with a yawn.

I sit down in between Peter and Ned.

“Alright, so all of you have paid the club dues which means you’re all technically allowed to go to Washington with us. Who thinks they may have a conflict with the trip from April 30th-May4th?” Mr.Harrington takes a seat, spreading out some papers before him on a fold-able table.

Peter’s the only one to slowly raise his hand in the silence. I glance over at him with a questionable look.

Mr.Harrington raises his eyebrows. “What is your conflict, Mr.Parker?”

“Well, you know I have the Stark Internship, and well, uh… Mr.Stark said that I should always be prepared for someone to call me so-”

“Hold on, lemme get this right. Parker gets to miss out on the trip because of his ‘Stark Internship’?” Flash raises a single eyebrow, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

“Peter, you understand this trip is mandatory. The conflicts are only for… well, only for serious things,” explains Mr.Harrington, peering over his glasses at Peter.

Peter blushes slightly, embarrassed. “Well I- I don’t want you to… Uh, make Mr.Stark angry…”

He’s still pretending to have a Stark Internship? Seriously, Peter, drop the act. You can’t quit the team.

Our Decathlon leader sighs. “Peter I’m afraid you have to go on this trip. You’re extremely valuable to this team. Unless you wish to leave the team…”

“I- I understand Mr.Harrington.”

“So he’s off the team?” Flash speaks up again, obviously excited by the possibility of Peter getting kicked out of the club.

“What’s your decision, Peter?” Mr.Harrington asks.

“I… I guess I can’t do it,” Peter admits quietly.

I turn my head to look at him.

Really? What are you doing?

“Well, okay. If you change your mind, just email me, Mr.Parker.” Mr.Harrington crosses something out on his paper before pushing his glasses back up on his nose and looking at Peter.

The rest of the meeting goes on as it does normally; reciting facts and sitting around listening to Flash and Mr.Harrington argue over whether ‘fergalicious' is a word or not.

__________Liz’s POV__________ I plan to get Peter back. It sounds dumb and childish, but if I want to prove that I wasn’t humiliating myself in front of the school for nothing, this is how to do it.

Unfortunately, there’s some minor obstacles. The first problem is that somehow Peter found it in him to forgive Y/N for saying she doesn’t care about him and now they’ve grown to be close friends within the past two weeks. The second problem would be that Peter most definitely hates me. Part of that may be my fault, though, since I haven’t bothered to try and communicate with him in any way in the last couple weeks. The third problem is that I wish Y/N wasn’t mad at me. Yeah, I’ve done some pretty mean things in the past, but none this bad.

My chin resting on the palm of my hand, I gaze at Peter from a few seats away. Either he doesn’t notice or he’s ignoring me on purpose. To be fair, I did say that I didn’t want to talk to Y/N or Peter ever again.

I shift my eyes to focus on Y/N.

I want my best friend back.

Was it really worth it? No, it wasn’t. But I guess it’s too late now. I’ve already formed my plan, so no going back.

“Liz? Hello? Do you have an answer?” Mr.Harrington waves a hand in front of my face.

I snap back into reality.

Was everyone watching me gaze longingly at Peter and glaring at Y/N? “Can you repeat the question?”

Mr.Harrington hits the table a few times with his baby toy hammer, signaling I answered wrong. “I’ve already repeated the questions 3 times, and if you were paying attention, Miss Allen, maybe you would know that.”

In the corner of my eye I see Y/N smirk and shake her head with a look that reads ‘dumb ass’.

Whatever.

Anyway, my plan is to slowly release every single secret Y/N has ever told me out into the school until almost everyone knows everything about her. At that point, Peter might be so embarrassed to be seen with her that he completely abandons her. Next, I’ll make my move on Peter.

Obviously, I have some details to fix, but it’s coming together. However, Peter not going to Washington affects a lot of my plan. If he does end up going, every part of my plan will fall into place.

_________Y/N’s POV_________ After the Decathlon meeting ends and everyone is dismissed, I pull Peter out into the hallway.

“What’s the real reason for not going to the National Decathlon?”

“What? I told everyone it was because of the Stark Internship-” but Peter doesn’t get to finish his sentence before I cut in.

“Yeah that’s what you told people. But, like, a 16 year old kid doesn’t have a Stark Internship.”

Peter’s expression displays a bit of hurt from my words. “You don’t believe me.” “No. I don’t. Sorry, I don’t believe you have an internship with one of the richest people in the world.”

“Well, I- I can’t tell you.”

Now it’s my turn to be hurt.

He can’t tell me? Why not?

This slight pause gives me enough time to realize how close we’re standing. There’s plenty of hallway outside of the gym for the both of us, but we choose to stand so close that if I leaned in eight more inches we would-

I dart my eyes back up to meet his eyes.

“Fine. Okay,” I say.

“Did you want me to come or something?” He questions.

“I- yeah. I mean you’re my friend, right? Why wouldn’t I?”

Friend.

He looks down, slightly disappointed. Is he disappointed? Why?

“Yeah, I guess,” he responds, shifting his backpack straps and taking a few steps back. “I don’t know why there would be another reason,” he mutters under his breath.

“Hey guys what are you- did I interrupt something?” Ned busts through the gym doors and pauses after seeing our faces.

“No, you didn’t, Ned.”

“Oh, okay. So Peter, are we still going to your place after school for our Star Wars movie marathon? My mom bought popcorn for me to take,” Ned continues, oblivious to the uncomfortable tension.

“Yeah,” answers Peter.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Y/N. Do you want to come?” Ned smiles warmly.

I say “Yeah sure, Ned,” the same time Peter cuts in with “I don’t really think-”

“Great! You remember where Peter's apartment is, right? If you don’t just, text one of us.” Ned starts walking away, leaving Peter to glance apologetically at me.

“I’ll see you soon,” I say to Peter before walking away.

_______(Time skip)_______ I click send on a text telling Peter I’m at his apartment.

Was Peter actually disappointed when I said we were friends? Aren’t we friends? I think back to earlier. How close we were standing. Peter’s lips had looked soft and his eyes were inviting, but I hadn’t done anything. Anything about what? What even is my goal?

Soon enough, the door to the apartment opens and I’m greeted by Peter’s aunt May.

“Oh, hey Y/N. Come on in,” May says while stepping aside. “Peter and Ned are in Peter’s bedroom.”

“Thanks, Miss…” I stop myself, unsure of what to call her.

“May. You can call me May,” she says, beaming.

“Thanks, May,” I say. I walk past May and up to Peter’s bedroom, slowly opening the door.

“Hey Y/N,” Peter and Ned greet at the same time. I take a seat on the floor, leaning against Peter’s bed.

“Hey guys. When are you going to start the movies?”

“Oh we were waiting for you. Do you want some popcorn?” Ned holds out a bag of popcorn and I grab some, eating a few.

I get up and we all make our way to the living room. May announces she’s going out and then leaves. I take my seat on the couch. Peter sits down a small distance away from me and Ned sits on a different couch.

All throughout the night, Ned munches on popcorn while the movies play and I slowly get drowsy. I find myself leaning more and more to one side before I completely fall asleep, and so does Peter.

_________(Time skip)_________ I wake up to something moving beside me.

Why is the couch moving? My mind is a big groggy. I open my eyes.

I’m lying nestled into Peter, our limbs tangled in mess. My eyes drift up and meet Peter’s, which are very much awake and very much flustered.

“I- I’m sorry… I just woke up and-”

“It’s okay,” I say, chuckling softly and quickly moving away. At the loss of contact, I feel my heart sink sadly.

“Soulmates are usually naturally attracted to each other if seated or lying near one another.” Where do I remember that from? Right. History Of Soulmates textbook I had to read in my psychology class.

I sit up straight and look at Ned, who’s still asleep on the couch. Star Wars: Return Of The Jedi is playing on the TV. I grab my phone from the table beside me. It reads 8:35am.

I turn to look at Peter and realize I’m still practically draped over his lap. I blush a bright red and once Peter notices, his blush matches mine. Hastily, I scoot away from him and then stand up.

“Uh… where's your bathroom?” I ask timidly.

“It’s down that hall and to the right,” Peter says, his voice still slightly raspy from sleep.

My feet carry me away, padding down the hall and then into the bathroom. I close the door and look in the mirror, fixing my hair and straightening up my shirt. After I finish touching up, I open the bathroom door, only to be surprised by Peter standing right outside.

I bump directly into his chest and he laughs gently. I smile faintly and step to go past him, only for us to bump into each other again. He tenderly grabs my shoulders and leads me to go past him.

I look up at him and admire his messy bed head and the adorable blush still on his cheeks. He looks down at me with an expression similar to mine and then lets go of my shoulders, still smiling. “Sorry,” he apologizes, turning to go into the bathroom and then closing the door.

Since when did you get so mushy, I think to myself.

I walk back out to the living room where Ned has now woken up.

“What were you two doing?” Ned asks the question suspiciously, looking me up and down.

“Peter and I? Nothing I- we… I just went to the bathroom and-”

“Together?”

“No! I- I mean no.” I look at my phone to see a text from my mom: when are you coming home?

“If you did, I mean I don’t judge, I personally was waiting for it to happen, it was just a matter of time before-”

“What are you two talking about?” Peter walks in, running a hand through his curls. My heart flutters at the sight.

Stop it.

“Congratulations on you and Y/N finally getting together,” Ned says and I think I’m ready to crawl into a hole and die.

Peter looks at me with an unreadable look on his face. “What?”

“Peter and I aren’t together, Ned, we just- I just went to the bathroom and he happened to be outside. Nothing happened-” I quickly try to explain it all. But Peter had a different idea.

“We could be together…” interrupts Peter. I look at him, shocked. “I mean, I was just saying- we’re not together- I was just suggesting…”

“Yeah. Um…” I try to find a response in myself.

Together? Really? Does this mean he feels the same way?

“Right. This is a bit awkward… So I’m going to go. Thanks for the marathon, Peter.” Ned gets up, grabs the popcorn bag, and leaves through the front door. I pretend to be interested in the lamp sitting on a table.

“So…” Peter starts off. “I guess I should tell you this now. That day when I asked Liz out, I had actually meant to ask you to homecoming. I really like you, Y/N. Extremely. It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. Like-”

“I’m naturally attracted to you,” I finish for him.

He grins with so much happiness it’s almost contagious. “Yeah. Exactly like that.”

“Can I- your tattoo. What is it?”

He rolls up his right sleeve, showing his bare wrist with one simple tattoo. An equals sign.

We’re soulmates.

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Hey so here’s some fluff, but the first kiss is yet to come. Things will escalate from here, so make sure to keep reading. Or don’t. I can’t really control what you do. Thanks for reading!

@disfunctionalcellmembrane @marvel4geeks

Part 5

#imagine #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader soulmate!au #part 4 #fluff #smut is yet to come #fanfiction #marvel #marvel universe #spiderman #tom holland #liz the crazy best friend

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izbiz333 · 4 years ago

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The Very Sad Race pt. 1

Description: So you are a girl and you hide yourself to go to an all boys school. It’s all good until something goes wrong.

A/N: Hi umm, this is my first au. So there’s not much anything yet. This is also based off a dream, and continued so the plot is unplanned but to be continued.

Warning: Heavy Language, shitty writing

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You start your strut to school, almost shitting yourself in worry. It’s just an average day in your not so average life. You check your hair. Perfectly pinned up. You check your chest. Wrapped up as tight as can be. There are no signs that you were female. What would all the boys think or even do if they figured it out? They won’t, you tell yourself as you approach your almost all male private school.

You learned to shut your mouth ever since you got to that school. If any of them heard your high-pitched voice, you’d be fucked. Figuratively and literally. You never spoke to your friends but still communicated physically. You learned sign language in middle school in hopes of meeting someone with the same ability, and you succeeded.

You walk in and meet Davey, Jack, Race, and Albert all sitting in the cafeteria, vibing to Fergalicious. You sign ‘hey, what’s up’ to Davey, the smartest of the four men. He repeats it aloud for the rest of the boys to hear. “Jammin’ out,” the blonde hair, blue eyed boy wasn’t lying. You blush at the comment and cover it up with some sign language. ‘it’s so fucking hot in here.’ You know they’d think you meant the temperature, but it was just Race. You’ve had a crush on him since you met the kid in science class.

You walk to homeroom with Albert, listening to his girl problems. You couldn’t even respond if you wanted to. He would have no idea what you signed, making him easy to rant to as well. You sign all of your feelings about Race and being a girl, and Albert would just watch the same way you would listen. “You know, you’s just the funniest person to me. You’s and your google translate chats are just hilarious. It’s too funny.” He looks at you and notices your confused expression. “I mean like Siri or whatever its name is, it just sounds so stupid answering about human anatomy and shit.” You wanted to laugh so hard, but you couldn’t make a sound. You just smile and keep walking.

After a few classes with the boys, you head to science. This class always took the most out of you. It was only you and Race, since you two were the only dumbasses in the school when it came to science. You never got anything done and were always fooling around. “Yo, Mute.” You can hear Race’s voice down the hall, as you try to stuff your emotions away. You nod your head in a ‘what’s up’ fashion, seeing as that’s the most common non-verbal way of saying hello. “Mr. Brear ain’t here today, and there’s a note on the board telling us to have a study.” You choke in his words. It’s just you and your crush.

“Shit.”

His head goes spinning your way, jaw wide open. You cover your mouth in disbelief. You blew your cover. Either you get soaked by the kid for lying to him, or you tell him the full truth. You knew you’d be fucked either way. “I- I- I can explain.” You high pitched voice makes him even more confused.

“What the fuck?” he pauses to think before figuring out the truth. “Ohh. Fuck! You’s a girl. Wow.” He stares at you in awe of the accomplishment. It makes your heart flutter in feelings.

“Umm… can we’s go somewhere private please?” You didn’t want anyone in the classrooms near you to hear anything.

“You’s voice is beautiful.” His piercing eyes stare at your lips. You stare at him, looking from his muscles, to his eyes, to his blonde curls. You guys both just stare. You don’t move and neither does he. Time had felt as it had slowed down, and you could stand there forever. Until the bell rings, breaking the trance.

“Shit.” You realize that next was lunch, with all of the boys. Race started to panic. You both knew he was a terrible secret keeper, and he wanted to talk about everything.

“Ummm… It’d be too suspicious to not meet up with them.” You both know that’s the truth. You nod in response and start out of the room. “Wait Mute.” You turn around to see him wondering. “What’s you’s real name?” You walk back in and write ‘[Y/N]’ on the board. You look at Race who’s back to staring at you.

“Come on, fucker, let’s go!” You whisper to him as you leave the room.

As you two walk the halls to the cafeteria, you contemplate how to tell Jack, Davey, and Albert. It’s better if you announce it rather than Race let it out. You look at him as you put a finger over your mouth. “So I should shut up? Do you’s have this covered?” You nod and make a sad face.

“Are you’s okay? Did I do something?” Race starts to worry and rush his hands through his hair. You shake your head. You point at Race and make a sad face again. “Ohhh. I should act sad.” You nod your head with a partially thought out plan in your head. He smiles in return, making your shiver in your feelings.

“Hey, Hey! How was science?” Jack looks at Race. He notices Race’s sad expression and darts his head at you. “Mute! Wha- What happened? He’s never sad.” You look at Davey to respond. Chills run down your back, as you know you’d be lying to your best friends.

You sign to him ‘Okay, so I need to tell you something. Don’t freak out, start off by telling Jack a lie of what happened.’ Davey turns to Jack, hesitantly before saying “He- he found out he was failing the class so bad that he’d have to stay in senior year, and couldn’t graduate.” Davey obliged, and was very interested in more information from you.

“Sorry man, you’s must be in some deep shit.” Albert patted Race’s back trying to cheer the kid up. Race looked up to you, and you slowly nodded in response. Race was an excellent actor. He made you sad, even though you were literally writing his backstory.

You turn to Davey to continue with the truth. ‘Don’t freak out. But I can talk, and am a girl, but Jack and Albert can’t know. Race already knows so, come up with another lie.’ Davey is just gawking at you with his mouth wide open. Davey turns to Jack an begins to lie about stupid homework assignments and such.

You look at Race and draw a tear down your cheek. He glares, but knows this is the only thing he could even do. He looks at Jack and starts to water his eyes. “Let’s go to the bathroom and give you’s some space.” Race nods and the five of you walk to the bathroom across the school, where no one was to be seen.

As soon as you arrived Jack began comforting Race, until he saw Race’s large grin. “What the hell?” Jack looked at you who still seemed nervous. You clearly weren’t worried about Race, but about telling Jack and Albert. You nod your head at Race, cueing the truth.

“So. First of all, I’m not failing science or anything. I’m doing just fine. But the reason Mute and I brought you here was to tell you’s something. I want to let Mute do the honors.” Everyone turns their heads to you in confusion.

“Hi.” You watch as Race stands up, just in case either Jack or Albert want to get a punch in. You let down your hair and all four boys just stare in awe at your beautiful dirty blonde locks. “I’m [Y/N], nice to meet you.” You all just sat in silence. No one could even form words. So you decided to break the silence. “This is probably the last time you’ll see me at school. You know, no girls allowed or anything. So, goodbye fuckers.”

“Wait.” You turn around to see your blonde haired best friend grabbing at your wrist. “Don’t go. It’d be fun to have a girl around here.” He meets your glance.

“And what about the rules, dumbass?” Albert feels sick to his stomach. He’d been telling this girl about his girl problems. You knew who each and every girl was too.

“Well, we’d break them. I do it all the time and I turned out fine. Mostly.” Race giggled. It was the hottest thing he’d ever done.

“And what makes her any different than any other girl?” Jack couldn’t believe that Race wasn’t just as angry as he was. This wasn’t normal Race tendencies. If this was anyone else, Race would have left you out on the streets feeling betrayed.

“She’s kinda cute.” Race didn’t feel betrayed. No, he felt lucky. It gave Jack a laugh, but they finally all gave in. You were ecstatic. You worked out the rules of staying at the school. You’d continue as Mute and even got to dorm with Race and Albert.

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xiaotvng-a · 4 years ago

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❛ 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗬 𝗝𝗢𝗕𝗔'𝗦 𝗗𝗔𝗬 ! — ˓ parte 2/2 ˒

@jobswrites / apenas um compilado de frases que meu personagens provavelmente diriam se estivessem naquela situação. edicão especial de aniversário da joba !!

quentin : so i heard you like bad boys.

kalina : not really.

quentin : oh, thank god.

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roxy : is she always like this when she loses?

gustavo : oh, yeah. you should have been here for the great jenga tantrum

miranda : you bumped the table and you know it!

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keith : 20 years from now, i guarantee you i will be kitty's second husband.

kitty : what happened to my first husband?

keith : nothing you can prove.

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aurora : will you be the yee to my haw?

texas : i am begging you to stop.

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kitty : i have this urge to do something stupid

keith : i’m stupid. do me!

kitty :

keith : did i just say that out loud?

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manager : i've come to take you back

aurora : let me ask taejoon

manager : it's not a choic-

aurora : he says no

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kalina : *sighs dramatically*

quentin : what��s wrong?

kalina : you haven’t looked at me for ten minutes

quentin : we’re watching a movie

kalina : did i ask for an excuse?

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aurora : if i got a dollar for every time i thought about you, i'd only have one dollar because you're all i think about

texas, holding back tears : we’re gonna be broke

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gustavo : all my shirts are disappearing.

miranda, wearing a shirt three times her size : weird.

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random trainee : you need a hobby.

aurora : i have a hobby.

random trainee : staring at texas’s face is not a hobby.

aurora : you're right. it's a profession and i excel at my job.

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texas : a good romance starts with a good friendship.

aurora : and a bad romance starts with "ra, ra, ah, ah, ah. ro, ma, ro, ma, ma, ma. ga, ga, ohh, la, la."

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gustavo holding miranda in his arms bridal style : i'm like a mug.

miranda : ... explain?

gustavo : holds hot things.

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gustavo : *jumps into bed next to miranda*

gustavo : once again, fate throws us together.

miranda : honey we’ve been married for 5 years this is our bedroom.

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aurora : i’m gonna go take a shower. care to join me?

texas : minsun, there’s a freshly sharpened knife in the kitchen drawer. if i ever say ‘no’ to that question, use it against me.

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kitty : is that your hand on my ass?

keith : it was an accident.

kitty : it's still there.

keith : it's still an accident!

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random guy : so is aurora like, y’know, with someone?

texas : now when you say ‘with someone’, do you mean as in ‘in a romantic/sexual/personal monogamous relationship with a man who will go to war with any and every fuckboi in this proximity for her heart’? then the answer is yes.

texas : oh and that man is me, so i’ve got my fucking eye on you.

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gustavo : i have something i want to get off my chest

miranda : is it your shirt? please say yes

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quentin : what’s your blood type?

kalina : how would i know?

quentin : how would you not?!

kalina : who do you think i am?? karl landsteiner, discoverer of blood groups???!

quentin : you don’t know your own blood type but you know who discovered them??!

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someone : what's your favorite color?

texas : aurora.

texas : wait, what was the question?

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miranda : i wasn't that drunk last night.

roxy : you were flirting with gustavo.

miranda : so? he's my boyfriend.

roxy : you asked him if he was single.

roxy : and cried when he said he wasn't.

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kalina : you know i was thinking, what if i uh... unpacked here?

quentin : then all your stuff would be here.

kalina : well, what if all my stuff was here?

quentin : then you'd be going back and forth all the time, i mean it doesn't make any sense.

kalina : okay. what if we lived together and you understand what i'm saying.

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miranda : all i could think of was, you know, "is gustavo gonna kiss me?"

roxy : and did he?

miranda : i'm a lady, roxy, i don't kiss and tell.

miranda : but this hickey speaks for itself.

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miranda : i just had the most amazing bath.

gustavo : really? i don’t like baths.

miranda : wait, you like them with me?

gustavo : honey, it’s not the bath i enjoy, it’s the wet, naked lady.

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texas : *licks the chip aurora is about to eat*

texas : i licked it, therefore it is mine.

aurora : *licks texas*

texas, blushing : well played.

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love : uh oh.

kitty : what?

love : somebody's in love.

kitty : yeah, right. i just think keith's cool. it's not like i lay awake at night thinking about him.

kitty, later that night : uh oh.

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keith : kitty and i are no longer friends.

kitty : keith, that is the *worst* way to tell people we’re dating!

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*miranda walks into her bedroom*

gustavo : hey babe!

romeo : hello mira.

roxy : what's up?

miranda : hello, my boyfriend and two people who never seem to stay at their own houses.

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kitty : keith, can i speak to you for a minute? in private.

keith : ooh, someone's in trouble. it's me. i don't know why i did that.

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kalina : jail is no fun. i'll tell you that much!

quentin : oh, you've been?

kalina : once. in monopoly.

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gustavo : hey miranda, what’s your last name?

miranda : uh, it hasn’t changed since we first met?

gustavo, getting down on one knee : well, maybe it should.

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miranda : he will always catch me if i run his way, watch

miranda : gustavo!

gustavo : miranda! wait i have food in my hands- *drops food on floor and catches her*

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texas : do you want to see what my snack is?

random trainee : sure.

texas : *shows a picture of aurora*

random trainee : oh. why am i not surprised?

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miranda : is it bad that one of the reasons i love having a husband is the 24/7 protection from creepy people and also things that go bump in the night?

gustavo : i'm not gonna lie, sometimes i'm lying awake at night and hear a noise downstairs and think "oh crap. i'm the husband. time to go downstairs and die, i guess."

miranda : a true hero.

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aurora, before they dated : you have a face.

texas : yes, i do.

aurora : i mean, a nice face. you have a nice face.

texas : thanks, i think.

aurora : please accept my attempt at flirting. i don’t know what i’m doing.

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kitty : bite me.

keith : only if you ask nicely.

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quentin : okay, finish this sentence. sticks and stones may break my bones..

kalina : …but chains and whips excite me?

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gustavo : miranda let’s go on this trip together.

miranda : gustavo i am busy trying to finish this project by the deadline.

gustavo : don't make me use the voice.

miranda : what voice?

gustavo : *speaks slow, deeper and rougher* this one.

miranda : o-oh...my

gustavo : you're coming...or not?

miranda : i am already packing.

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kitty : why is your back all scratched up?

keith : *flashback to him chasing a raccoon after kitty told him to leave it alone*

keith : i'm having an affair.

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kalina : *kicks the door open looking panicked*

quentin : what did you do?

kalina : nobody died!

quentin : what kind of answer is that???

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roxy, before miranda and gustavo dated: what’s this?

miranda : it’s my to-do list.

roxy : oh? that’s great. i’m so glad that you’re starting to be more organiz-

roxy : this just says “gustavo”.

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gustavo, looking through his wedding album : i remember during the wedding, miranda was crying so hard she couldn’t even say ‘i do’. have you ever seen someone cry harder?

romeo : that was you, gustavo. and no, i haven’t.

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keith : hey, spell ‘me’

kitty : ‘m, e’ ?

keith : you forgot the d

kitty : there’s no ‘d’ in ‘me’

keith : not yet ;)

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roxy : why are your tongues purple?

gustavo : we had slushies. i had a blue one.

miranda : i had a red one.

roxy : oh.

roxy :

roxy : oh!

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gustavo : you deserve a reward for dealing with me miranda.

miranda : you are my reward.

keith : you deserve a reward for dealing with me kitty.

kitty : damn fucking right i do.

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kalina : is that seat taken?

quentin : that’s my lap

kalina : i know what i said

quentin, blushing :

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gustavo : so i’m thinking for our wedding we should have a giant fire pit... maybe have it in the summer?

miranda : wedding? we're not even engaged yet.

gustavo :

gustavo : that's what i forgot to do last night.

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kalina : *unbuttoning shirt* god, it's so hot in here.

quentin : i know, but why are you unbuttoning my shirt?

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keith : i just kind of feel like we're meant to be together, i mean look at how fate just throws us together like this!

kitty : keith, it's 3am. you are literally in the middle of climbing through my window. how did you even get here?!

keith : fate brought me here. i just told you that.

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romeo, before miranda and gustavo dated : why is gustavo screaming and doing push ups in front of miranda’s apartment.

roxy : i told him that she saw a guy doing 1000 push ups and was impressed.

romeo : she didn't though.

roxy : exactly.

gustavo : 834! are you impressed yet! 835!

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kitty : i wish for me to have a good rest of the week.

kitty : *drops a dime on the wishing well*

keith : well i wish i get to be kitty’s boyfriend~

keith : *seductively empties about 10 bags of change*

kitty :

keith :

kitty :

keith : to be fair, it was a legitimate wish.

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texas : who ate all the cookies?

aurora, panicking : ninjas.

texas : but i didn’t even see them.

aurora : no one ever does.

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quentin, playing among us with kalina : the imposter is pretty good

kalina : thx

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miranda : here's your cereal

gustavo : can i have a big spoon please?

miranda : of course *delicately embraces him from behind*

gustavo : lovely

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kitty : whatever you're thinking right now, stop it

keith : what?

kitty : you always make that face when you're about to say something stupid to piss me off so cut it out-

keith : i love you

kitty :

keith :

keith : also cereal qualifies as a soup

kitty : i knew it

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texas : aurora i really don't have time for this...

aurora : you have to, it's in your planner

texas : you can't just take my planner and write "aurora time" all over it!

aurora : sure i can. you're also scheduled for a long, warm hug later.

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miranda, sleeping : *rolls over in bed and knees gustavo in the ribs*

gustavo : ow

gustavo : you kneed me

miranda, sleepily : yeah, yeah i do need you

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*training for a spelling bee competion*

kalina : next up, your word is fergalicious.

quentin : definition?

kalina : make them boys go loco.

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kitty : if you say anything stupid i will shut your mouth with my mouth.

keith :

kitty :

keith : ...crocodiles are amphibians.

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quentin : what are you doing?

kalina : tying your shoes.

quentin : ... why?

kalina : so you don’t fall for anyone else.

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miranda : gustavo has been working out a lot lately, i wonder what he needs to be so strong for.

roxy : who knows?

gustavo, at the gym: *lifting weights* i’m gonna be so good at hugging miranda!

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aurora : hey taejoon, guess what my jackets made out of

texas : wool?

aurora : no, girlfriend mat-

texas : you’re gonna get cold if you’re wearing anything other than wool, here take my jacket

aurora : *tearing up* o-ok

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miranda : hey, can you help me with this zipper?

gustavo : sure.

miranda :

miranda : up!

gustavo : oh, less fun.

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aurora : *eating a cinnamon roll*

texas : cannibalism.

aurora : *confused chewing noises*

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miranda : do you ever look at gustavo and just, "who the hell blessed me with this dork. i am the luckiest loser in the galaxy"

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quentin : someone knocked on my door and they were wearing a red hat. i didn't answer cuz i was scared it was donald trump

kalina : what if it was mario you utter fool

quentin, crying : shit... you right....

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keith : i believe you said that your childhood experience was satisfactory?

kitty : no, you misheard me, i said it was ‘sadness factory’.

keith :

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texas : i need you.

aurora : for?

texas : ever.

aurora, voice cracking : oh

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kitty : i hope you’re not going to do anything stupid.

keith : i hope you’re not hoping too hard.

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miranda, slamming a package onto the kitchen counter : i got the steak from the freezer.

gustavo : why do you have chocolate on your face?

miranda : it was under a chocolate cake.

gustavo : so you ate your way through it?

miranda : i made a judgment call. you weren’t there.

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kalina, reading something on her cellphone : y’know apparently the tongue is the strongest muscle in the body?

quentin : really? huh!

kalina :

kalina : hey quentin, wanna fight?

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*miranda and gustavo, on a movie date, watching twilight*

miranda : if you make out with me during the baseball scene, i will kill you.

gustavo : it’s just something about this movie!

#saudades fazer incorrect quotes #espero que goste bebê !#˛ ❛ ♡ ᵎ ꒰ partner ꒱ ↝ joba .

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spiderman-homecomeme · 5 years ago

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Congrats on 700 followers!! You deserve it! 4 and 35 from the prompt list?

Thank you so much!! wowowow

I was super excited to share this one!! It’s a little longer than the others, but hey i kept it under 1k!! haha I wrote it as kind of a College AU, so that was fun! Also for some reason, it took me so long to come up with MJ’s drink of choice lmao

also: highly recommend listening to “Closing Time” while reading it’s a bop

Here is about 980 words of tipsy fluff!!

Situation(s): 4 - At a bar

20 - Both are drunk and happy

Sentence: 35 - “You wanna bet?”

“I’ll have uh… a beer, please.”

“Okay.” The bartender stares back at Peter expectantly, a single eyebrow raised. “What kind of beer?”

“Uh…” Peter frantically glances at the taps in front of him. He never knows what he wants. Hell, he’s still not sure he knows the difference between an IPA and a pale ale. Or if they’re even different at all.

All that googling of how to order drinks like a grownup for nothing.

You’d figure after being twenty-one for almost a year that he’d be better at this whole “bar” thing.

He’s not.

He knows he can always just order his go-to, tried and true Blue Moon, but he wants to branch out, be brave and adventurous, and prove once and for all that Peter Parker isn’t afraid to try new things.

“I’lljusthaveabluemoon.” He spits out when the silence drags on for a little too long.

Okay, maybe not yet.

MJ, best friend and girl who makes his brain and heart simultaneously short-circuit by just existing, snorts from beside him. He can’t help that dumb dopey grin that spreads from ear to ear as he watches her confidently order an amaretto sour.

She gives him this side-eye glance that causes his insides to go all mushy, and he suddenly feels like he’s in high school again, hopelessly pining over his monster sized crush on the cool girl.

The thing is, they have some weird, unspoken thing between them. They’d started as mere lab partners in Advanced Chemistry, that partnership slowly morphing into full blown friendship, then again through the power of awkward flirting and lingering glances, into this crazy limbo between friends and, well, more than friends.

Now it was just a matter of who would cave first.

Which was why Peter was gonna ask her out. Tonight. Somehow. Some way.

She’d never expect it.

This was supposed to be a group thing, a bar crawl to celebrate Zach’s 21st, but as per the usual when the two almost lovebirds were involved, Peter and MJ seemed to be in their own little world.

“How’s your mom beer?” MJ asks, her tone tinted in humor.

Peter lets out a light chuckle, shaking his head. “Hey, shut up. It’s not a ‘mom beer!’ It’s good! Plus,” He plucks the citrus garnish from the rim. “I like the orange.”

She doesn’t offer any verbal response, the silent quirk of her brow as she sips at her drink speaking volumes on its own.

Peter playfully narrows his eyes at her. “What?”

Her eyes widen in faux-innocence. “Nothing! Just thought you were gonna be adventurous tonight. Unpredictable.”

He gawks at her. “What? I can… I can still be unpredictable!”

She blinks before tipping her glass to him. “Sure, Jan.”

And it’s then that Peter has an idea.

“You wanna bet?” A slow smirk tugs at the corner of his lip as he leans forward on the table, his gaze challenging.

“Nah.” She deadpans, taking another sip of her drink.

Crap.

His face falls for only a split-second before he catches the teasing glint in her eye. “C’mon,” He pushes, taking a moment to bravely consider whether or not he should nudge her foot with his under the table.

He decides against it.

She sighs, relenting. “Okay, Parker, what d’you got?”

“Next round of drinks says I go, right now, and ask out the hottest person in the room.”

He’s a little too proud at how smooth he thinks that is, and he fights the cocky smile that threatens to show through.

MJ barely misses a beat. “Dude, I’m not paying for you to get drunk just so you can ask yourself out.”

AHHHHH.

Peter himself almost short-circuits right there on that bar stool; he’s become the human embodiment of a keyboard smash at the idea that MJ just inadvertently called him the hottest person in the room. He can feel his body turn that embarrassing shade of tomato red, his face practically burning; definitely not from the beer.

He lets out a too-loud laugh, and she smirks. “No, I swear. I won’t ask myself out.”

She considers him for a moment, watching from behind her now nearly empty drink, eyes never leaving his. “Ok. Fine. Let’s see it.”

Here we go.

This is it.

“Wanna go out with me?”

“Yeah, sure. Let’s go. Right now.”

“Okay, cool,” He breathes out.

Peter can barely hide his giddy excitement, and neither can MJ, as they both smile stupidly at each other.

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The night goes on, filled with laughter and butterflies, their once fun group outing having morphed into an official first date. Neither of them can tell if this warm, fuzzy feeling is from the alcohol or not as they drink and people watch together. They play a quick, highly competitive game of shuffleboard that ends with Peter buying the next few rounds of drinks, and with MJ finally convincing him to order something crazy.

Well, something that isn’t a Blue Moon.

She’s unable to control her amusement as Peter belts out– or tries to– the Toto classic Africa as it plays on the jukebox; he’s not quite able to hit those high notes of the chorus, but he’s got spirit. She’ll give him that.

He nearly doubles over when she stumbles over the rap section of Fergalicious.

They even dance a little, or as much as they can with MJ laughing at Peter’s silly moves.

As the end approaches, he can feel MJ lean on him for support, the warmth of her body against his, her smile against his neck.

He smiles at that.

And that grin never leaves his face the rest of the night, ever present as the bartender finally kicks everyone out at closing time.

He can’t believe his luck. It’s only the first date, hopefully of many, but it’s enough to fill him with this almost delirious happiness as he and MJ take the short walk back to campus, their intertwined hands swinging lazily between them.

#spideychelle #petermj #peter parker x michelle jones #peter parker #michelle jones #700 followers #celebration #it's a party!!#fic #prompt

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rivkalashnik · 5 years ago

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dishonorabletask01: a deep deep dive

Describe your character in a few words.

Sociable, impulsive Ukrainian tries her best 2 survive.

What do you know about your character that they don’t know yet?

Rivkele thinks she can kill someone else to save her life with no problem-- a Flores, in this case, according to the deal. If the terms are upheld. However, while she puts her own self-interest above others every day just by nature of her passive participation in the mob’s workings, she’s never willingly taken a life with her own hands in order to better hers. The distinction is a thin line but a real one, and she’s going to find herself a lot more morally conflicted than she anticipates, I think.

What are your character’s major flaws?

Her lack of self-control and her fear.

What would your character give their life for?

Almost nothing-- she’s a fighter, tooth-and-nail, to the point where self-sacrifice isn’t a viable option. The only situation I could think that would even come close would be if someone was holding a random innocent child at gunpoint and made her choose between her or the kid. And even then, in the back of her mind she’d be certain that the kid was in on it and it was all a setup.

What is your character’s greatest asset?

Her mind-- she’s sharp as a tack. And an associated asset would be her open-mindedness. Everybody’s got flaws, and she knows that, so she’s willing to get to know people from varied walks of life.

What would completely break your character?

Good question, good question. I think-- if she finally does manage to kill a Flores and it turns out that the whole thing was pointless and she can’t get out of the mob even then.

How does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

Usually, what you see is what you get with Riv-- although in situations with new people, she tends to try to appear more apathetic than she actually is.

What is your character afraid of?

The main two would be being tortured & being trafficked.

Where would your character fall on a politeness/rudeness scale?

She doesn’t purposefully try to be rude but it sometimes does happen if she can’t control her brain-to-mouth filter, so I’d put her at a 6/10 leaning towards rude, but usually non-intentionally.

If your character could choose a different identity, who would they pick?

I don’t think she would-- though maybe herself, but with a few adjustments.

In what or whom is your character’s greatest faith in?

I think her greatest faith is in her own resilience.

What was the best thing in your character’s life?

When she was still on top of her game, she owned her own apartment-- owned, not rented-- that actually had a bedroom instead of just being a studio. It had a giant window, and wasn’t on the first floor, and hardwood floors. And for a span of about eight months she also had a dog, a huge black Newfoundland named Andrei. She loved that dog. She had to sell the him, and the apartment, but they were the best things in her life at one point.

What was the worst thing in your character’s life?

Essentially, everything that has happened since she had to sell her dog.

What is your character’s biggest nightmare?

Anybody finding out what she’s been tempted to do re: the Flores family.

What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

She remembers exactly which floorboards creaked in her house when she was growing up; she remembers the first song that was playing in the background when she won her first big pot (Fergalicious, from the tinny overhead speakers); she remembers the exact feeling of air on her face when biking down the big hill outside her house when she was a kid.

What is your character’s secret wish?

Her secret wish would be to go back and re-do the last half of her life again so she wouldn’t be one foot in the grave before she finally has some measure of freedom again.

What is your character’s greatest achievement?

Winning when the odds are against her. In general.

What is your character’s deepest regret?

That she never kept in contact with her older sister.

What is your character’s deepest disappointment?

That she’s 38 years old and her life still continues to suck, on the whole.

What is your character reluctant to tell people?

She doesn’t ever want to admit why she works for the mob, especially to other people in the mob, because she’s worried they’ll think she’ll turn out to be a traitor (especially because they’re not technically wrong??). Her allegiance is out of necessity and not loyalty, which she always avoids mentioning.

What is your character hiding from themselves?

I think deep down she wants to find people she can genuinely trust, but because that seems impossible, she buries it deep enough to pretend like she doesn’t care. On a separate note, she also struggles with guilt because she’s complicit in such shady dealings on a daily basis-- but also, she doesn’t want to take responsibility for her actions, even though technically it’s her choice to continue participating in the mob’s nonsense. So I’d say she’s hiding from dealing with all of those paradoxical feelings just by... ignoring & burying them, again.

What makes this character angry? What calms them?

Direct personal insults. If you try to belittle her, or try to pull one over on her like she’s an idiot, she will get pissed. Yelling usually calms her down, in that situation. She’ll eventually wear herself out. On a daily basis, though “calm” doesn’t really cross her mind except for maybe popping in some earbuds.

List situations in which your character would not have control over themselves.

Too many to list.

How strong is your character’s emotions? Controllable? Uncontrollable?

They’re pretty strong; 8/10.

What wakes your character up in the middle of the night?

The guy in the apartment on top of hers doing jumping jacks at all hours of the night, or maybe sirens of police cars rushing down the street. Otherwise, she sleeps like a rock.

Describe a recurring dream and/or nightmare.

She’s drowning and there’s absolutely nothing and no one nearby-- just dark black water as she sinks.

Describe your character’s family.

She hasn’t talked to her mother or her sister in years, so it’d be difficult to describe them now. In her memories, her mother is perpetually frowning, which nicely balances out her sister Rina’s laugh.

Name your character’s favourite person and why.

Father Patrick. He’s not at all what she would expect from a priest, which she finds terribly amusing.

How many friends does your character have?

I don’t know that she would consider herself to have any friends. “Friends” is a loaded word that implies some loyalty and level of mutual truthfulness, and I don’t think she ever feels like she’s in a place where she can reach that level of real connection. But she’s friendly with many, many people.

How many friends does your character want?

Again-- the general concept is asking a little too much of her, honestly.

How would a friend or close relative describe your character?

Loud. Scrappy. Clever, yet also incredibly stupid.

Who depends on your character? Why?

No one really depends on her? She’s pretty replaceable, in most regards. Which makes it even more annoying that they won’t just let her leave.

Who does your character most want to please? Why?

As obnoxious as it is to be worried about his opinion, she wants to make sure she doesn’t disappoint the Englishman. Among others. Just for her own safety’s sake.

How does your character feel about sex?

Sex is fun, but only with people she doesn’t know.

How does your character feel about romantic relationships?

Ew. Then they have to deal with your problems, and you have to deal with their problems when you already have your own... she’ll pass on that. She’s not the romantic type anyway.

If your character had to live in utter seclusion, what six items would they bring?

A warm blanket, a pack of playing cards, a pack of cigarettes, a fully-charged ipod mini, earbuds, and a bottle of vodka.

What is your character’s most noticeable trait and most noticeable physical feature?

Her incredibly tight red curls. Just a massive amount of hair.

How does your character feel about work?

Inescapable. Shrug emoji

Write one headcanon.

She was raised in a Jewish household, but as an adult, she isn’t super engaged in religion & she doesn’t keep kosher.

Write one additional thing about your character.

Riv’s first languages were Ukrainian and Yiddish-- and Ukrainian is pretty close to German, enough that she can get by in a German conversation. She learned Russian in school so she’s pretty fluent in that. Her English skills are so-so; she won’t be able have a deep, philosophical conversation in it, though.

#dishonorabletask #muse #about riv #[ this was fun ]

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juliussneezerfics · 6 years ago

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His Past, His Present, His Future - Chapter 9: Coffee

Germany and Italy continue their trip through Rome.

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They left the colosseum, Italy leading the way as he chattered. “Are you feeling hungry, Germany? I’m feeling hungry. I wonder where we should go! There’s so many places we could go, too. And so much food to eat!”

Germany simply nodded, letting Italy continue.

“If you want somewhere nice, I know a great place to sit down. But we’re not really dressed for nice places, are we? Let’s try something new! Something unique! What do you say?”

Germany grunted. “Sounds good.”

“Great! There’s a place we can go – we’ll have to drive, but still – It’s only a few minutes’ drive, and it’s a park! There’s lots of food vendors and stuff!”

“How much is a few minutes?”

Italy hummed. “Around twenty, I think...”

Germany pulled out his phone and opened his map app. “Nineteen minutes.” He clicked around for a moment later, looking up the various attractions they hoped to see.

“Excellent! That’s a short drive, and then we can look at everything else we wanted to see!”

Germany hummed. “Excellent unless you consider the fact that everything we want to see is within ten minutes’ walking distance.” He slid his phone back in his pocket, facing Italy. “We may have to have a late lunch.”

Italy perked up. “Oh, that’s okay! I know a great little shop with delicious pastries! We could have a snack!”

“There’s no need.” Germany said, sliding his backpack off his shoulders and unzipping it. “I brought snacks so we could save money.”

Italy slumped a little. “Really? But the food here is so good!”

“Oranges are good, too.” Germany protested, pulling one out. “I also have protein bars, trail mix, baby carr-”

“Ugh!” Italy interrupted, tilting his head back. “I can’t believe you packed protein bars!”

“They’re practical!” Said Germany.

“But so boring!” Italy took the orange out of Germany's hand and set it back in the bag. “Why eat oranges when we could have Pandoro! Canoli! There’s even a place that makes Ricciarelli year-round, Germany. Ricciarelli! I haven’t had it since last Christmas, and it’s right around the corner!”

“Christmas is next month. Can’t you have one then?” Germany pointed out. Despite this, however, he zipped up his bag and slung it on his shoulders. “But if you insist-” The things Italy could convince him to do…

“Oh, I do! Thank you, Germany!” Italy sprung forward and wrapped Germany in a hug.

Germany stiffened. “Sure. but after this we’re eating the food I brought.”

Italy released Germany, still smiling as he took his hand and pulled him along. “That’s fine, the Ricciarelli place is right up here!”

Germany resigned himself, jogging to keep up with Italy as they turned the corner.

Italy pointed at a brown and tan striped awning. “That one!” They stopped and entered the shop, the smell of delicious baked goods hitting them like a wall. Italy took a long, deep sniff. “Mm…” The shop was small and cozy, with a two glass cases on either side of a bored-looking employee sitting behind a cash register. The lighting was slightly dim, and the rays from a few windows bathed the round tables and chairs in a warm, golden light. All in all, a cute pastry shop.

Germany sniffed as well, relenting that Italy probably made the right decision in turning down his protein bars.

Italy flounced right up to the employee, Germany following. “Can I please have a Ricciarelli with a cappuccino?” Italy asked in Italian.

The bored looking teenage boy nodded. “Yes.” He looked expectantly up at Germany.

Germany glanced at Italy, unsure of what to say.

“Just try.” Italy said. “I’ll translate for you if you need.”

“I know hardly any Italian.” Germany protested quietly.

Italy shrugged. “Still Italian!”

“Uhh…” Germany straightened, beginning to speak in his heavily accented Italian. " Please... what were those called again?”

“Ricciarelli.”

“Ricciarelli.” Germany finished, cringeing slightly as he botched the ‘r’s.

The boy nodded again, punching the price into the cash register. “What else?”

“What did he say?” Germany muttered to Italy.

“He asked if there was anything else we wanted.” Italy answered.

“Ask him for a plain, black coffee, please. I don’t know how.” Germany requested.

Italy smiled at him. “Sure!” He turned to the employee. “Can I please have a canoli, a zeppole, two Baicoli, a caprese cake, and a black coffee?"

Germany frowned, thinking that it was taking Italy an awfully long time to order a coffee. His suspicions were confirmed, however, as the price was rung up. “You didn’t just order a coffee.”

“Of course not!” Italy agreed, pulling euro out of his fanny pack. “The food here is incredible!”

Germany looked at the bills in Italy’s hand. “Here, we can split the pay.”

Italy grabbed Germany’s hand as it started for his wallet. “No, no! You’re a guest!” Before Germany could protest, Italy handed over the bills to the cashier.

Germany resolved to sneak the money to Italy later. "Thank you."

Italy went and took a seat at the nearest table, sitting with his back to the sun. He hummed with satisfaction as it warmed his back.

Germany watched with a small smile, snapping out of it when the employee tapped him on the shoulder and offered him a small cup of black coffee. “Thank- Uh… Grazie.” He said, accepting it.

The employee nodded, turning to gather the assorted pastries as Germany joined Italy at the table.

After they’d eaten their way through far too many desserts, they were back on the streets. “What all did you want to see, Italy?” Germany asked.

“Hmm...” He stopped in the shade of a tree. “I wanted to see the Sistine Chapel, the Pantheon... I think that’s it.”

Germany pulled out his phone and tapped around for a moment, on a quest to find how far away they were. “We may want to find the car and drive there. It’s quite a long walk.”

Italy hummed. “That’s okay, I would love to go on a drive!”

“As long as you don’t plan on singing...” Germany agreed.

“What are you talking about? I have a lovely singing voice!” Italy protested, the pair walking alongside each other back to the car.

“Not when you’re screaming along to the songs.”

Italy laughed. “Well I have to agree to that.” There was a slight pause as he appeared to be thinking. “You have a lovely singing voice too, Germany!”

“This again?” Germany frowned at him. “You’ve never even heard it!”

“Of course I have!” Italy argued, now swinging his arms as he walked. “Sometimes when you come over and you think I’m sleeping or too focused on my painting, you sing or hum quietly to yourself! Most of your songs are in German, so I can’t understand, but it’s still pretty...”

Germany felt an intense blush rise on his cheeks. He supposed that singing to yourself was something that everyone did occasionally, but he still didn't want people to hear. “If I had known you were listening...”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of!” Italy said, grinning. “There’s nothing wrong with having a pretty singing voice! Like have you ever heard America’s? Or France’s?”

Germany raised an eyebrow. "They sing well?"

Italy nodded. "They're some of the best singers I know!"

"How do you know this?"

“Well if someone didn’t stay home from karaoke night every year, you would know it too! Even Prussia goes!”

Germany looked ahead, turning into the street where his car was parked. “What did he sing?”

“Well, last year was Fergalicious.” Italy answered, chuckling.

Germany rolled his eyes. “Mein Gott. How embarrassing. That must have been entertaining, though... when’s the next karaoke night?”

“Umm... next month, first weekend, I think.” Italy gasped, rounding the front of the car to his door. “Does that mean you’re going?!”

“I’m not committing to anything yet. Possibly.” Germany answered.

Italy buckled in. “You sound like Japan.”

“I suppose I do, don’t I?” Germany “Does he go?”

“No.” Italy shook his head. “I mostly hang out with Romano and Spain. Sometimes Ms. Hungary.”

Germany pulled out into the street, considering the proposition. “Hmm... is singing mandatory?”

“Of course not! It’s very relaxed.” Italy answered, plugging the AUX chord in his phone. “Any requests?”

Germany shook his head. “You can control the music.”

The two drove in relative silence, enjoying the music and warm weather. Germany was about five minutes’ driving time away from the pantheon when Italy gasped.

“Germany, stop!” He sounded harried. Panicked, even.

“What? Why?” Germany asked urgently, already pulling over to the side of the street.

“You have to pull over now! Quick! Please!”

Germany pulled into a clumsy parallel park, facing Italy. “What? What is it? Are you okay?”

Italy smiled and pointed across Germany. “Look!”

Germany followed his finger. “What?”

“That building! There’s something really cool in there!”

“What could possibly be so important as to panic me into parking here?”

“A mask!”

“A mask?”

“It’s a really cool mask!”

Germany blinked, processing what just happened. “You made me park suddenly in Rome's traffic. You scared me while I was driving. You impeded our progress and ruined our schedule. You panicked me into thinking you were hurt or in danger. All that for a mask?!”

“It’s a magic mask, though!” Italy protested.

Germany’s forehead fell to the steering wheel with a loud thunk. “Oh, a magic mask. Perfect. Well that fixes everything.” He looked over to Italy, still hunching his shoulders. “And I assume I need to see this mask right now?”

“You’re mad at me.” Italy realized, his excitement fading.

“Very astute observation.” Germany replied, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just don’t do that to me while I’m driving. Okay?”

“Okay. Sorry, Germany.”

Germany sighed, straightening and pushing himself against his seat. “It’s okay... do you really want to see this mask?”

“Yes please!”

Germany unbuckled. “Fine. But only for a little.”

“Yay! Thank you, Germany!” Hardly a second had passed before he had risen out of his seat and waiting outside of the car.

Germany left the car, waiting for the traffic to clear before crossing the street. “What’s so special about this mask, anyway?”

“Well, it’s magic.”

“I remember.” Germany stepped onto the opposite sidewalk. “I mean what’s the magic?”

Italy hummed as they started toward the building. “There is an old legend.”

“There’s an old legend with everything in Italy.” Germany observed, looking around. “You couldn’t throw a rock around here without it landing on something with an intense history.”

“Not here in Rome.” Italy agreed, laughing. “But this one is interesting!” They turned into the building.

“Well while we’re walking to this mask, tell me this legend.”

“Ooh! Good idea!” Italy quipped. “Well, back a long, long time ago... no one knows exactly when... there was a woman who was unfaithful to her husband. When he found out, he called a crowd of people and took his wife over here to see a mask to resolve the issue.”

“A crowd of people?” Germany asked as they walked through the twisting hallways. “To witness their private business?”

Italy nodded.

“Sounds like a decent fellow.”

“Right? So anyway, they were sitting in front of this mask. It was gigantic! A river god with an open mouth. Everyone knew what made this mask so special. If a liar stuck their hand in its mouth, it would bite it clean off!”

“Oh, so the woman stuck her hand in the mask’s mouth, then it got bitten off, then she was shunned for her crimes.” Germany finished, fully confident that he had figured out the rest of the story.

Italy frowned, mouth agape. “What?! No, that’s so grim! What happened was that the woman had a plan. She knew this would happen! Her lover came and kissed her in front of everybody, she pretended to be shocked, and he ran right off. When she was finally asked the question if she cheated, she answered: “The only men I have ever kissed was my husband, and that bastard that kissed me now.”

Germany smirked. “And that’s a direct quote?”

“Not exactly.” Italy admitted sheepishly. “But anyway, then the lover was hunted down and brutally killed. And that’s the end of the story!”

“And my version was grim?” Germany asked.

Italy stopped, and so did he. They were standing in a short line of about ten people, leading to a stone face slightly taller than Italy carved into the wall.

“That’s a mask?” Germany asked.

Italy shrugged. “I suppose so,”

They waited patiently in line, the two of them watching a group of teenagers as they took turns asking each other questions in Italian. Italy giggled at a couple of them, not bothering to translate them. Not that Germany minded.

When it was finally their turn, Italy pushed Germany forward, holding his phone up. “Okay, you go first!”

Germany looked back, noting that there was no line behind them. Good. He wasn’t sure he wanted them to hear whatever Italy had to say. “Okay....” He stuck his hand in the mask, not letting his hand touch the stone.

“Okay. Do you have a soft spot for America?” Italy asked, giggling.

“No.” Germany answered.

Italy paused, staring at the mask. “... huh. No hand-biting, I guess you’re right!”

“Of course I am.”

“Okay, okay, a couple more! Umm... Do you have a diary?”

“No.” Germany said. a slight blush dusted the tips of his ears.

Italy raised an eyebrow. “I don’t need a stone mask to tell that you’re lying, Germany.”

Germany sighed. “Okay, yes! It’s a habit I picked up from Prussia. There's nothing wrong with a diary. It is a good way to keep track of business affairs. Happy?”

Italy laughed. “Your reaction is funnier than the answer!”

“Are we done now?”

“No, no, one last question.” Italy lowered his camera as his smile fell. “Are you... mad that I didn’t tell you about Holy Rome before?”

Germany blinked. He had almost forgotten about it until Italy mentioned it. “Of course not.” Germany said, surprised at the softness of his own voice. “I never was.”

Italy gave him a small smile, which Germany returned. Italy lifted his phone again after the brief pause. “Okay, those are all my questions!”

Germany raised an eyebrow, recognizing that Italy was trying to act as if the moment hadn’t even happened. “Finally.” He replied jokingly. The two passed each other as Italy went over to the stone statue. Before he could think of what he was doing, he wrapped his arms around Italy in a hug. He didn’t know why. If anyone asked him, he would say he was rather uncomprehending of emotion and reading the atmosphere. He wasn’t the first person you would go to for reassurance of any kind. And yet... he knew that this was the best thing to do for Italy at that moment. It was stiff and awkward. It almost felt unnatural. But Germany felt that he was doing the right thing.

Italy appeared to be frozen for a moment, shocked by this sudden display of affection. He quickly recovered, however, his hands desperately gripping the back of Germany’s T-shirt as he buried his head in his collarbone.

They stood like that for a couple more seconds before Germany released his friend. “Okay, you can’t put it off any longer. Get your hand in that statue.”

Italy stepped back and looked up at Germany, his lips pulling into a close-mouthed smile of thanks.

Germany found himself returning it as Italy stepped forward and stuck his hand in the mask, an arm’s length away from Germany as he waited. At the last minute, he remembered to start his phone’s video and turned it to Germany.

“Okay!”

Germany smiled to himself as he was struck with a devious idea. “Do you really think that fanny pack isn’t ugly?”

Still looking at Germany, Italy smiled. “Nope!”

“No,” Germany shook his head. “You need to look the mask in the eyes and answer. Most evidence of dishonesty is in the eyes.”

Italy raised an eyebrow, lowering his camera. “Really?”

“Yes.” Germany had no idea. “Look at the statue.”

Italy shrugged. “If it’s that important to you.” He raised the phone again, this time directed at the statue.

“Do you think your fanny pack is ugly?” As Germany talked, he took a silent half-step forward and raised his arms to Italy’s height.

“No.” Italy answered somewhat solemnly.

In the moment of silence that proceeded afterword, Germany brought his arms down onto Italy’s shoulders. “Ah!”

Italy yelped and nearly jumped out of his skin, dropping his phone and fumbling around with it before barely catching it. “Germany!” he barked. “You scared me half to death!”

But Germany wasn’t listening. He was too busy laughing. Full-bellied, gut-wrenching laughter. God, that was excellent! Even better than he had hoped!

Italy soon joined in, laughing along with him.

Germany straightened as he laughed, putting his palm to his forehead. After a couple more chuckles, the laughter subsided. Then, just as he remembered the little scream Italy did and the fumble that followed, it came back. “Oh, that noise you made.” He said after he had relaxed a little.

“That was a cheap trick, Germany!” Italy said.

“Perhaps.” Germany conceded, still smiling. “But it was impossible to resist. You scare far too easily.”

“Okay, okay.” Italy relented. “That’s fair, I guess.”

“Thank you for your approval.” Germany teased. “Come on. If we want to be home with food for Japan, we have to see the Pantheon.”

“The Pantheon!” Italy skipped ahead. “I love it there! Oh, Germany, it’s so pretty!”

Germany followed Italy out to the car, listening to Italy’s ramblings about the pantheon and how lovely it is, how the columns are all so large, how it’s so clean, how it looks so beautiful on a sunny day, and how lucky are we that it’s such a lovely day, Germany? By the time they finally made it out to the car, it was a little after two in the afternoon. Germany realized this as he turned on the car and looked at the car radio, cringeing. “We’re cutting it close for sure.”

Italy grimaced. “Ooh.”

As they pulled out, Germany hummed. “We may only have time for one thing: Pantheon, or Sistine Chapel?”

“Pantheon.” Italy answered. “No hesitation!”

They were driving to the pantheon, Italy humming along to the music as they drove the last ten minutes of the drive. As they passed the buildings, Germany hazarded quick glances out the window. It was so beautiful here, even in the city. Rome was a collision of all that was old, and all that was new. It was beautiful in a way that transcended history. Germany peered over at Italy, who was tapping his finger on the left armrest, his honey gold eyes half-closed and observing their surroundings.

As he faced frontward again, he realized that he was smiling to himself. He wondered what Italy was thinking. His mind flashed back to the giant mask. When his hand was inside and Italy asked if Germany was mad at him for not telling him about Holy Rome. He remembered Italy’s look of vulnerability and nervousness. Germany was brought back to the present, wondering how long Italy had been sitting on that question. If he still had doubts. Furrowing his brows, Germany resolved to be a little more open. To perhaps be nicer to Italy. Maybe let him know through his actions that all was forgiven. That he was never mad in the first place. The GPS shocked him out of his thoughts, announcing their arrival.

“We’re here, we’re here!” Italy cheered, sitting forward in his seat.

“Wait, we have to find parking first.” Germany said.

Italy groaned. “We always do!” he gasped. “Germany! Maybe we could take bikes next time!”

For just a moment, Germany’s heart accelerated. Did that count as an invitation to do this again? For them to take another vacation together? “You would enjoy perhaps the first ten minutes. Then you would complain that we should have brought a car.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.” Italy laughed. “You know me too well, Germany.”

Germany spotted an empty spot on the side of the road and effortlessly slid into it. “Ja. It’s almost like we’ve been friends for 100 years.” He unbuckled.

Italy’s eyes widened as he too unbuckled. “Only 100 years? That’s so short!”

Germany opened the door, swinging his backpack onto his shoulders. He pulled the sunglasses off his face, noticing that the sun wasn’t as bright in the late afternoon. “I forget that a century is short to many nations...”

“Yeah, you’re so young!” Italy laughed, waiting on the sidewalk. “You’re practically a baby!"

Germany glared as he rounded the car. “And yet here I am, taking care of you.”

“And you do such a good job of it!” Italy laughed, latching onto Germany’s arm. “I’m glad you took those sunglasses off, you don’t look as scary now.”

The two started walking, enjoying the sights and weather. Germany observed that the buildings here were more crowded together. There were less shops and more apartments. The buildings were brightly colored, painted in oranges, tans, and the occasional pale pastel blue.

“Germany, Germany!” Italy said suddenly, sounding extremely excited.

Germany looked over, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“You’ve been my friend for over half your life!”

Germany looked ahead, taken aback. He’d never though of it like that. “I... suppose so.”

“Yeah! You were in your 60’s when you found me!”

“Mein Gott. It’s hard to believe.”

“Right?! It feels like so long ago!”

They lapsed into quiet again, Germany frowning. “Italy, I can’t believe I’ve never asked this, but... how old are you, exactly?”

“Hmm...” Italy brought a hand to his chin. “Well... I don’t remember exactly which year I was born, but... I remember it was around 700 B.C.”

Germany stopped outright. “Wait, what?”

Italy rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah, I’m a bit of an old geezer, aren’t I?”

“’Old Geezer’? You’re around 2,600 years old!” Germany exclaimed.

Italy pulled him along. “Yes, I suppose so. Time is really weird, huh?”

“You could be my grandfather!” Germany continued.

Italy frowned. “Okay, okay, that’s enough.” He smiled. “I’m old, but I’m not ancient!”

Germany shook his head, dumbfounded. “You made America look like a toddler.”

“And you look like a baby! You understand, now?”

“I wish I didn’t, but yes.”

They turned the corner, and there was the pantheon. It rested in the middle of what looked like a giant cul-de-sak of grey brick road, surrounded by modern apartment buildings in assorted pastel colors. There was a small crowd milling about the area, but it was relatively empty. Perched in front of the Pantheon, a statue fish squirted water out of its mouth into the fountain. The pantheon was a large, rectangular building with a triangular roof, the front supported by large stone columns. On the front was some Latin that Germany was unable to understand. Bathed in the golden sun, it was almost as if they had travelled back in time and was standing in front of a new pantheon. Given how well it had stayed together over the years, it was easy to slip into that frame of mind.

Leaping with excitement, Italy pulled Germany forward in a jog. “Come on!”

#hetalia #aph germany #Hetalia Germany #Germany Hetalia #aph Italy #Hetalia Italy #Italy Hetalia #aph Gerita #Hetalia Gerita #Gerita #Gerita Hetalia #Hetalia fanfic #Gerita fanfic #His past his present his future

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nailarose-archive · 6 years ago

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hello all! I’m pepper, twenty two, she/her pronouns and I’m super hype to be here! a little bit about me: i strongly believe that no song ever can or ever will go as hard as fergalicious, i’m currently obsessed with deadly class, i have no idea what tik tok really is and i kind of don’t want to know, and i love both brooklyn 99 and the good place with my whole heart. alright, not to introduce you to my bby Naila. She’s fresh off the press so I’m hoping to develop her a bit more here but down bellow is basically everything that was in her bio! It’s... hella messy tbh djkdjs (how tf did i get into this awesome rp) BUT LOVE HER PLEASE or hate her yk that works too. If you want to get a bit more of a feel for her here is her pinterest board and here is her playlist!

name: naila rose arvidson age: twenty-two pronouns: she/her occupation: actress/socialite faceclaim: kristine froseth

CHILD NEGLECT TW, MURDER TW.

Naila’s full legal name is Naila Rose Arvidson. Naila is pronounced ‘nigh-la’ and Naila makes sure everyone knows it. She never fails to correct anyone who pronounces it wrong firmly and sharply (despite the fact that it isn’t even actually her name.)

Naila actually has terrible vision. She wears glasses with lenses about an inch thick when she isn’t wearing her contacts, but the only people who see her in those glasses are the people who work for her. Deep down she’s a bit insecure about how she looks in glasses. Taking them off and putting in her contacts is like putting on the mask she presents to the world.

Naila has doing ballet since she was four. Dance is (or rather was) her one true passion. Dance in general kind of represents a time in Naila’s life where she was initially more innocent, as it started out as something very pure that just made her happy.

Naila wasn’t born into money. In fact, quite the opposite, Naila’s parents were dirt poor, but they made do. Mostly by using their daughter for a quick buck in whatever way they could. They tried to use Naila’s talents for money, getting her pretty face in beauty pageants with cash prizes, getting her in dance competitions, and working her to the bone in attempt to get her into ballet companies as well. They did everything short of literally selling her, and some of the things Naila’s parents made Naila do for money were less than completely ethical. Naila remembers every moment of it, and she despises them for it more and more each day.

Naila actually started out as a pretty sweet child. Very trusting and almost soft. She initially did what her parents said without much question, but over time her circumstances hardened her and froze her heart over. Her resentment of her parents for forcing her to do these things for their own gain (they never let Naila see a cent of the money she earned) grew and festered and quickly turned a beautiful heart into something ugly.

Naila’s parents ended up getting involved with the wrong people. They borrowed money from the mob, let their debt accumulate, and it all led to Naila being kidnapped as a threat. Her parents didn’t care of course, they merely used the situation as an opportunity to escape, leaving Naila in the hands of truly horrible people. When it came to the point that it was either Naila or her parents, Naila didn’t hesitate to sell her parents out. She told the men who held her captive exactly where her parents would go and exactly how to find them. She sung like the prettiest bird there was, and when her intel eventually led to the capture and death of her parents, both shot point blank right in front of her pretty blue eyes, Naila thought she’d be relieved. For the most part she was. But deep down the smallest part of her felt horror about what she caused. What she did. Naila was barely thirteen at the time.

This favour to the mob allowed Naila, a poor girl from the streets of New York, an audience with the Sanctum. A chance to make a wish. Naila didn’t waste it. What Naila asked the Sanctum for was a fresh start. A brand spanking new identity, all evidence of her past buried far too deep for anyone to find it, a chance to live the life that she always wanted, that she always deserved.

The Sanctum arranged for Naila to be ‘reunited’ with the Arvidsons-- wealthy family whose daughter had been kidnapped nearly a decade ago, who were more than happy to have her back. They were elated to have their little girl home, and boy, did they spoil her. They truly treated Naila like the rich girl she always wanted to be, let her slip into the mask of Naila Rose Arvidson like it was a well worn glove. It was where Naila belonged, and sometimes, Naila really wants to believe that she is the Arvidson’s long lost daughter. After all, she wouldn’t put it passed her parents to kidnap a rich baby for ransom. No one from the Sanctum seems to want to give her a straight answer though, and Naila is almost too scared to take a DNA test and confirm it for herself.

But underneath it all, deep, deep down, Naila knows the truth. She was a street rat. A former debutant. She felt fake. She felt cheap. But she quickly learnt to hide it because Arvidson’s kept their head held high.

Personality wise, Naila is cold and manipulative. She has slipped perfectly into the role of spoiled brat (and hid that role beneath the mask of the perfect hollywood sweetheart) but underneath that Naila is very self-critical and is constantly doubting herself. However, Naila is determined to act like who she longs to be. Like a ruler. Like a queen, despite the fact that all she really is behind the act is unsure. Naila is just as confused about who is beneath the mask she puts on as anyone else might be.

Naila is actually quite clever. She’s not so talented academically and never was honestly, but she’s got ‘street smarts’. She’s very calculating and she’s also a quick learner.

Speaking of talent, Naila has not danced since her parents death, although she has tried. She just can’t find any joy in it anymore.

Naila was appreciative for the chance the Sanctum had given her to the point of blind admiration, that was until they started asking for things from her. Blindly following the instructions they lay out for her reminds her of the role she used to play for her parents; the role of the submissive little puppet, the role of the perfect little doll. Naila swore she’d never be anyone’s puppet again, and The Sanctum was no exception. Naila was the puppet master now (or at least trying to be) and she refused to settle for anything less. Naila does have ambition to take the throne from the Sanctum at some point, or at least join them there. After all, a lady has to have goals. But on the outside Naila still appears to be just as loyal and appreciative of the Sanctum as she previously was because well, she isn’t stupid. Only the truly idiotic show their hand before they’ve even made a move.

Naila’s years of faking are what led her to acting. Unsurprisingly, she has a talent for pretending to be something she isn’t. She now does this for money. Honestly, she can’t think of a better deal.

(also i honestly almost made Naila a kardashian esque reality tv star and i STILL might tbh vote now if you think Naila should be some sort of psycho Kendall Jenner dsjksdkj)

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

‘friends’ - it’s very hard for Naila to trust like anyone ever, and it’s rare for her to drop her act with anybody too, so this might be fake surface level friends, or maybe these is a real connection i would love that for her! we can plot it out or go off chem

exes - Naila has been through more of her fair share of unsuccessful relationships, and she’s usually the heart breaker but i would really love if someone broke this bitch’s heart in the past so HIT ME UP FOR THAT. Also I feel like Naila is bi or at least bi curious if that helps. Also, would love people whose heart Naila hs broken too!

fwb - this is self explanatory. She ain’t getting any from draco/hunter. She’s not a nun.

‘family friends’ - basically people she knows through her family. Your muse attended the Arvidson family events. Naila attended their family events. Etc.

people who Naila have backstabbed - self explanatory. she has NO loyalty.

people who Naila has taken advantage of - again,,, she’s the worst.

and finally people Naila knows in through the industry!

#n.a. | bio.#wow here this is a whole hour late #love me and her anyways please

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hockeytrashgoblin · 6 years ago

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Guess the song bb

Okie dokie friendos. I have been gone for a while because health is important apparently?? Who woulda guessed it. Anyway I was sick and sad but nOW I’M BACK BBS. William Nylander doing the keke challenge or whatever the fuck it’s called. Also was inspired by Jenna and Julien podcast games sooooo here is the result. Hope you enjoy. Or don’t. Up to you really but I like the way it turned out so rad *Finger guns at you*

“Hey babe?” William asked coming into the room and sitting beside me on the counter where I was baking some peanut butter cookies.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something? You can feel free to say no but it could be fun.”

“What is it Willy?” he had peaked my interest with this. You could never tell what he would ask, it was always a surprise.

“Weeeell you know the Leaf Nation website?”

“Yeah of course. What does that have to do with me though?”

“The producers thought it would be a fun idea to bring our girls for a show.”

“What kind of show?”

“Ours specifically would be a game seeing if I can guess your favourite songs. All of them would be games like that but ours is music because you like it a lot and honestly I think they think I’m going to be bad at it.” he said laughing at the end.

“I would love to do that baby, it sounds fun.”

“Okay good because I kinda already said we would do it.” he had a sheepish smile and I just hit his arm with a dish towel.

“You knew I’d say yes.” I stood in between his legs and hugged him. “I can never say no to you.”

“I know, it’s cute.” he said giving me a chaste kiss before jumping down from the counter. “Now you should maaaybe make a song list because we film this thing on Tuesday.”

“William! It’s Monday today!”

“Well I mean you’ve got all evening and tomorrow morning.”

“How long does this list have to be?”

“Probably about 50 songs roughly?”

“Oh my god..okay. I’ll do it after my cookies are done.”

The next day William woke me up much too early for my liking. To be fair I asked him to so I could make myself look presentable for this shoot. I was in the bathroom sitting on the floor curling my hair when he poked his head in, leaning on the door frame.

“Why are you doing all of this?”

“I don’t want to embarass you by looking like a bridge troll for all the fans.”

“You don’t ever look like a bridge troll. You’re beautiful always.”

“Shut up.” I said quietly rolling my eyes.

“It’s true babes. I’m going to make breakfast while you get ready.”

“Okay sounds good bean.” a little while after William left I had finally finished curling my hair. Or so I had thought. It had completely fallen straight again because I forgot to put hairspray in. I took a deep breath and put the curling iron down. I was really frustrated and pouty. It was still early, I could pout if I wanted to. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen and shoved my face into Willy’s back making him laugh.

“Hi there.”

“Hi.” I said mumbling into his back.

“What’s the matter (Y/N)?”

“Look at my dumb hair.” he turned around to see the half straight hair and the hair that was currently straightening itself.

“Oh baby, you forgot to put in hairspray in between layers didn’t you?”

“Yeah.” I said pouting again.

“No need to pout darling.”

“I just want to look pretty and not embarrass you but nothing is working out this morning.”

“You don’t ever embarrass me. Never. You could go in a big sweater with the hood up and leggings and you’d still look beautiful.”

“I might just have to be cozy today..” he came over and grabbed my face with his hands.

“I love when you dress cozy. You always look so damn cute.” he gave me a little kiss and I smiled into it. “Now go get dressed while I finish your breakfast you cutiepie.”

“Okay.” I kissed him again and went upstairs to find my favourite leggings. I quickly found them and put them on. I then went through the closet to try to find a big sweater. Mine were all dirty so I took one of William’s Leafs long sleeve shirts. It was huge on me but it looked cute and I was cozy so I didn’t care much. I put on a beanie and ran back downstairs.

“Wooooooow! Cutest lady I’ve ever seen.”

“Noo be quiet.” I said covering my smile with my sweater paws making him smile wider as he brought the food to the table.

After breakfast we lounged around for a little bit before we started driving to the ACC. We got there about 30 minutes before we started shooting and just hung out again for a little while. I put lavs on me and William while we were just waiting around and got them synced to the camera. William and Kasperi were teasing me for knowing how to do it all, but the cameraman who was running late appreciated the heck out of me. A few minutes later I was sitting across a small table from William.

“Okay so Will, you’re going to introduce yourself and (y/n) and say what we’re doing in this video. (y/n) can jump in if she wants but we just want you guys to interact like you normally do.”

“Alright.” he said.

“No problem.” I said smiling to him. And then we were being counted in.

“Hi guys I’m William Nylander and this is my beautiful girl (y/f/n). We’re going to be playing a game today right babe?”

“Yeah! It’s a fun game where we find out just how much attention Willy pays to what’s going on around him. I’ve made a list of my favourite songs and he has to guess them from bits and pieces of the songs.”

“Okay but do I just have to get the song?”

“Nah boi, you need the artist too.”

“Are you actually joking?” he asked smile dropping.

“No bb. You gotta get them both.”

“Pfft that’s fine.”

“Yeah okay.” I said sarcastically rolling my eyes at him. I pulled my legs up on the chair and got ready to start the game. “Are you ready to start ya big baby?”

“I guuuess.” he said sighing.

“Okay. Just a heads up none of the artists repeat, and they’re songs I’ve liked since the 10th grade until last week.”

“I hate it here.”

“Loooove yooou.” I say blowing him a kiss.

“Alright whatever let’s just start this game.” he said laughing.

“Are you ready?”

“Um yeah I’m gonna crush it.”

“We’ll see I guess. Here’s the first song. If you don’t get it I’m going to be personally insulted.” I put on the part of Fergalicious when Fergie is doing her fast rap part. He listened carefully for a few seconds.

“That’s Fergalicious by Fergie. Predictable to say the least.”

“Yeah you got it!”

“You made me learn it so you wouldn’t have to sing all parts by yourself there was no way I wouldn’t have gotten that one.” he said laughing and smiling sweetly at you.

“Okay next song!” I put on dancing in the street by David Bowie and Mick Jagger. I stopped it after a few seconds. “Alright cutie, what’s the song?”

“That’s all I get?!”

“That’s plenty!”

“Oh god.” he said putting his face in his hands. “Um...is it..is it David Bowie?”

“He’s one of the people in it. Who’s the other and what’s the song?”

“I honestly have no clue (y/n).”

“Disappointing. Dancing in the streets by Mick Jagger and David Bowie.”

“Whatever, next.” he said brushing it off.

“Okay baby what’s this one?”

“Sos from mama mia. It’s Meryl Streep and Pierce Brosnan.” he said after the opening half a second of piano.

“Yeah!”

“I knew there would be a mama mia one on here. You’re obsessed.”

“Nooo I just love it. Anyway next song.” I put on a part of this song where there was no lyrics at all just instrumentals and William sighed.

“I know that’s Halsey but I don’t know which one.”

“Take a guess.”

“Which one is the strange one? Strange love?”

“Yes you go babe!”

“Yes! Alright let’s go.” he reached over for a high five and I hit his hand with me shirt covered hand making him giggle. “You’re so cute.”

“Shut uuuuup.” I played the next song and William just looked confused.

“I think this is beach boys. You like them a lot.”

“You’re right it is the beach boys but which one?” he looked more confused as he thought. “William Nylander you can’t be serious. Come on babe you have to know this..”

“Surfing USA?”

“Oh. My. God.” I said resting my hand over my eyes. “Willy. I first heard this song on baby muppets the day my brother was born.”

“OH! Kokomo!”

“Yes. You don’t get the point though. That was pitiful.”

“Boo you.” he said pouting and I stuck my tongue out putting on the next few songs. He had gotten 10 in a row wrong and he was getting annoyed and I was laughing so hard I was crying.

“Okay baby let me give you an easy one.”

“You said that about the last 3.” I put the song on and he listened carefully.

“Come on I’ve been listening to this song for like a week straight on repeat.”

“It’s do it with you but I don’t know his name..is it Andrew something?”

“Yeah it’s Andrew Hyatt. I’ll give you that one. Good job lemur.”

“Thank you lemur.”

“Here’s another easy one.”

“You literally got that song from me. Take it or leave it by great good fine ok.”

“You got it! I didn’t think you would since you didn’t get how I want ya and I got that from you too.”

“You be quiet little missy.” he said winking at me.

“Okay next.” I went to the song and pushed play. “If you don’t get this we’re getting a divorce.”

“We aren’t even married!” he said laughing super hard. The song started and he started singing along to the la’s in crocodile rock. I did too, but I had been singing along to all of them. “That’s the crocodile rock by Elton John.”

“Yeah bb!”

“Yay no divorce.”

“Silly Willy we aren’t even married. Dummy.” he laughed again and he cried a little from laughing so hard. “Okay next.”

“No fair. This isn’t even in English (y/n).”

“So what’s the name of the song?”

“I have absolutely no idea. I don’t understand one word of this to even guess.”

“Do you know who sings it?”

“I think Nicky Jam.”

“Yes! It’s X. Solarte’s walk up song.”

“Baseball?” I nodded smiling. “Classic. I’m not shocked about that at all honestly.”

“Here’s the next one.” I put it on and started dancing to it dramatically making William laugh.

“That’s Billie Jean by Michael Jackson. Baby’s favourite MJ song.”

“Truuuuue. Okay here try this one.”

“Okay this song is a lie. You absolutely do NOT beg for attention in small doses. You want to literally overdose on attention.”

“Um wow spilling the tea all over me. Rude.”

“It’s loverboy by you me at six.”

“Yes.” I said shortly putting on the next song.

“This is 100% loveshack.”

“Are you kidding? Are you actually dumb?”

“No come on this is definitely loveshack by the b-52’s.”

“It’s the B-52’s but it isn’t loveshack.” I said laughing really hard. “Holy shit I’m crying.”

“Okay then what song is it smarty pants?”

“Rock Lobster. It’s rock lobster.”

“Fake news.”

“You can’t just claim fake news on facts!” I said laughing harder.

“Rock lobsters are fake news.” I started hiccuping in my laughter and then he knew he messed up. “Oh shit she’s in a mood now. Should we stop filming until she calms down?” the crew shook their heads. William shrugged and turned back to me making me erupt into giggles again. After about 20 minutes of me annoying everyone on the set I finally got myself calmed down enough to continue.

“Um okay here’s the next one..” I said brushing tears out of my eyes. I pushed play and waited for Willy to guess it.

“Oooh that’s yeah by my man Usher.”

“Yup you got it.”

“I know my Usher.”

“I know you do hun.” I said with a small smile. “Here guess this one.”

“Oooooo it’s Brittany bitch! Toxic by Brittany Spears?”

“Yeah boi.” I said chuckling quietly. We went through quite a few more pretty quickly. William got a mix of right and wrong. “Okay last one Willy.”

“I’m so ready babe.”

“Saved the best for last.”

“Now I’m worried.” he said while I pushed play and bit my thumb with a big smile waiting for it. “Oh my god I hate you.” he said putting his head in his hands.

“Do you know it?”

“You’re a shit.” he said with a smile.

“Do you know it?”

“Yes I know it. Unfortunately.” I giggled a little bit. “It’s Mr. Flaming hot cheeto head. Lil Yachty. And by the complex words I’m going to guess it’s called Good day.”

“You’s right lemuuur!”

“Good now turn this off before everyone’s ears start bleeding.”

“Oh my god it happened one time William.” I said crossing my arms and standing up wakling over to him.

“One time too many.” he said pulling me to sit on one of his thighs.

“I stopped listening to it that loud and it never happened again. I already apologized to Kapi like 9 million times.”

“I know baby. I love you.”

“Love you.” I said putting my head on his shoulder.

“Okay guys this has been a lot of fun. I think (y/n) now knows that I do pay attention.”

“Like half attention.”

“Well how am I supposed to pay full attention to music when I want to pay full attention to you singing and dancing?”

“Oh my gooooood. William that’s so cute it’s gross.” I said giggling again.

“Okay well bye guys.”

“Bye thank you for having me.” I say smiling to the camera.

#leafs #maple leafs #hockey imagines #william nylander #cute #nobodyaskedforthis

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