#additionally if i missed any songs that should have some sort of warning please let me know fhdkdh

[vocaloid-song-showdown]

the poll for how to arrange the brackets just finished with proceeding as originally planned winning!

so, without further ado, here are the lineups ^^

note :: songs with a * next to them may require a content warning. i'll provide specific warnings as soon as i have the time, but as of now please proceed with caution

main matchup bracket ::

alice of human sacrifice* by yugami p / fear garden* by chaa

magnet by minato p / romeo and cinderella by doriko

world is mine by ryo / world's end dancehall by wowaka

triple baka by lamaze p / the disappearance of hatsune miku by cosmo p

meltdown by iroha(sasaki) / luka luka★night fever by samfree

fire◎flower by halyosy / trick and treat by oster project

daughter of evil by mothy / dancing★samurai by kanimiso p

rolling girl by wowaka / matryoshka by hachi

madness of duke venomania* by mothy / alluring secret ~black vow~ by hitoshizuku x yama

senbonzakura by kurousa / outer science by jin

doubleganger by kulfiq / mikusabbath by utsu p

jinsei reset button by kemu / common world domination by pinnochio p

the fox's wedding* by masa works design / tokio funka by takamatt

heat haze days by jin / patchwork staccato by toa

six trillion years and an overnight story by kemu / lost one's weeping by neru

aishite aishite aishite by kikuo / echo by crusher p

setsuna drive by taki yoshimitsu / yoake to hotatu by n buna

a fake fake psychotropic by kairiki bear / therefore you and me by tadanoco

my r* by kurage p / i'm glad youre evil too by pinnochio p

chururira chururira dadada by kurage p / mkdr by deco*27

blessed messiah and the tower of ai by hitoshizuku x yama / 86 by dasu

law evading rock by neru / nakakapagpabagabag by dasu

sand planet by hachi / ghost rule by deco*27

monster by kira / hated by life itself by iori kanzaki

cause i'm a liar by mcki robyns p / honey i'm home by ghost

hole dwelling by kikuo / bring it on by giga

meteor by divela / seraphim on the ring by mitchie m

the court jester by thquib / casino by azari

king by kanaria / villain by teniwoha

lower by lanndo / phony by tsumiki

higanbana milk tea by vane / scapegoat by ghost

queen by kanaria / bug by kairiki bear

honorable mention bracket ::

electric angel by yasuo p (original), giga (giga arrange) / freely tomorrow by mitchie m

po pi po by lamaze p / go google it by wintermint p

black★rock shooter by ryo / bacterial contamination by kanimiso p

i like you, i love you by gevanni p / first love academy • school of true love by nem

(also a quick general note ! i don't have everything ready for a formal polished reveal at the time of posting this. i plan on updating this post with links to the songs and also a visual bracket when i have the time. they'll definitely be up soon, so make sure to check back in a bit for them ^^

i'll also make sure that reblogs are turned on for the final version!)

[wordsinwinters]

Then Again, P14  Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s Note:

Hello, everyone! It’s been such a busy week I can’t think of much that I need to add here except my eternal thanks you’s. Thank you guys so, so, so much for your comments, messages, asks, favorites, and reblogs! I’m always so geeked to see what you guys have to say, it really means the world :)

Technically this weekend is a double update! Although, admittedly, the next part is going to be crazy short, like between 300-400 words. :(

Also, there will be another note at the end of this to ask for some music recommendations (I’ll explain it further), so if anyone takes me up on that, thank you again!

***Warnings: Penis. (I feel like there’s a better way to phrase this yet here we are  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 15

Without further ado,

Then Again, Part 14:

(Words: 1,234)

POSSIBLE CONSEQUENCES OF THE “CUDDLE SITUATION” OF LAST NIGHT (ALSO KNOWN AS REASONS I SHOULD NEVER LISTEN TO MYSELF AGAIN):

I wake up with half of my body clinging to Peter’s shirtless self.

I ruin - irrefutably demolish - my commitment to get over my crush, like I’m some sort of Peter Parker addict and this is an enormous relapse.

I wake up before my alarm because his boner is digging into my left leg.

My practical, analytical side is punching my who cares anymore? side into oblivion because all of those things are really, absolutely happening right now. And I’m kind of freaking out since I’m the sole person to blame.

On his back, Peter sleeps with his entire right hand wound within my hair. My head rests on his chest, my arm hugging his middle, my leg still between his. His... um, Penis Parker is way too... prevalent. God, the last thing I need to think about right now is Flash.

I’ve gone too quickly from dead asleep to wide awake. It’s dizzying. I can feel the blood rushing in waves through my ears.

The alarm clock on the nightstand says 5:38 a.m., its glow just barely illuminating the room enough to make out shadows. I move my head slowly to look up. Peter’s face is the only thing I can really see in any detail, yet even though his expression is calm and still, it’s sending my stomach into somersaults, given our positions. Focus. Today is about the competition, not Peter. You need to be prepared.

I need to get up and take a shower, even if I go back to sleep. (And I really should, if I want my brain to function even slightly.)

I shift my arm slowly, retracting it like a chameleon from a National Geographic episode of Life. It takes a minute. Once it’s safely back on me and not on him, I try my leg next. I can’t believe I let any of this happen. Penis Parker. Oh my god. If things go back to normal, when is too soon to joke about this? Would he be awkward about it if I told Michelle and Ned? Of course he would. It’s Peter. He’d be mortified. A thousand other thoughts sprinting through my brain, this particular effort takes more time. Not to mention, the further I move my leg, the more off balanced I’m becoming. At least his trunks are dry now; their dampness had been uncomfortable last night.

As my leg slips off of his, he grunts, twitching slightly. My eyes flash up. Still sleeping. I let out a silent sigh.

All I need to do is slide his hand out of my hair and sneak my head off of his chest. It might be easier if all of my weight wasn’t balanced on one side of my body. Nevertheless, it can’t be that hard. God, I won’t be able to say “hard” with a straight face for weeks.

I reach just behind my ear to find his hand. Gingerly, I lift it while I ease my head out from underneath. My hair catches some, but I shift my fingers until it falls from his. Perfect. I set his hand back down, on his chest.

Before I can roll over to exit the bed, my vision of the alarm clock is obstructed by a sudden, heavy shadow.

“Wait,” Peter says, voice thick with sleep as he rolls on top of me, arms latched with an iron grip around my middle. “I can’t figure out the code ‘cause it’s just, like, so ughhh, you know? It’s the sleep. Jus-just makes sense. Promotion for the... the, uh, future of Parker Industries. Right.”

As he slurs nonsense into the crook of my neck and shoulder, he moves the rest of his body like a child trying to get comfy in their blankets, his torso squirming against mine frozen beneath him. His words half-pressed into the skin of my collarbone send shivers through my spine and I fight an almost-squeak rising in my throat. I might have more time to process this, how absurdly good it might feel, but his weight is literally crushing the air from my lungs and I don’t even want to explain where certain parts of him are on me.

I try to wiggle out from under him to catch my breath, my hands pulling at the bedsheets as I struggle.

But I can’t move. He’s too heavy. Anxiety floods and washes through my bones.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I really can’t breathe.

Images of Ross Geller and Chandler Bing pop into my head, blaring like panic alarms.

Hug and Roll. Hug and Roll. Hug and Roll.

I mirror Peter’s embrace and wrap my arms around him as tightly as possible. I squeeze and roll.

Not enough.

I don’t get more than halfway, a half gasp of air, before my back hits the bed again, his weight shoving each of my ribs downward into each other. Peter merely tightens his grip and nuzzles his face into my hair, muttering something about Happy Hogan and shampoo.

Come on, come on. Do it. Get yourself out. Hug and Roll. Just do it.

This time, I put all my strength into it.

Fuck. Almost.

The fall backward hits even harder this time. Peter clings tighter still and my lungs might as well be deflated plastic bags. Shit, I might actually pass out in another ten seconds. My vision is darkening. I can’t see the alarm clock anymore.

I jam my foot hard into the mattress and roll our bodies to the right before using the momentum to roll sharply left, scrambling so both of my feet dig into the bed, one nearly tripping over the other.

Yes!

I gasp, nearly choking and almost not caring if the sound wakes him up.

We’re on the other side of the bed - thank God - and I’m on top of Peter.

Relief melts my posture, the former strain in my neck and back fading out. I rest my forehead against his shoulder, eyes closed tight.

After a dozen full, deep breaths, I move to get up.

I can’t.

Peter’s arms are still locked around me. The grip is looser at least, and I can breathe perfectly fine, but I know my chances of breaking his super grip are slimmer than slim.

Shit.

The jabbing in my hip is growing more and more frustrating each moment. If he wakes up like this… we may never speak again, even if we forgive each other for last night. I can already picture it: Peter would drown himself in embarrassment, sputtering apologies as his face turns a thousand shades of red. I’d like to spare both of us from that. If possible, I’d like to avoid any more unnecessary stress between us. I need things to be normal with Peter… and this is not normal for us.

“Nah, man,” Peter’s mumbling next to my ear. “Mr. S is chill, no worries. Like a dad. Keep it on the D.L. and no problema, partner.”

If we were on stabler terms, I might try to reach my phone to record this. His retainers are making him sound like a drunk college boy. His skin is so warm. His breath is tingling the side of my neck, my toes curling in reponse.

Maybe… maybe I’ll just rest my eyes for a couple minutes.

Part 15

Next update: Tomorrow, Nov. 25

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Let me know what you think :)

*As for the music that I mentioned earlier, I don’t want to spoil anything, but there’s going to be a scene where Peter will need a playlist of music.

I’ve been scouting songs that would fit his music taste from the movie, but I haven’t had much time. If you guys have any suggestions, I would really, really, really appreciate them! I’ll probably use a bunch of songs from the movie soundtrack, so those are the kind I’m looking for, though modern songs are great too! They’ll need to be upbeat, in the theme of Prom, but also a couple slower ones are needed as well. Oh dear, I’ve said too much :)

But please, if you have any in mind, I would love to hear them! (So far, my list is super short.) Additionally, I might make this into a real playlist on Spotify or 8Tracks if you guys are interested, so if you are, let me know!

- Jane

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[sprinkleofhappinessuniverse]

When Jo Met Charlie

SPN Rare Pair CC Round: 10 | SprinkleOfHappinessUniverse vs @marunata

Pairing: Charlie x Jo

Prompt: Freezing Rain

Tags/Warnings: freezing rain, Charlie has a cold because of it, Charlie may or may not have a crush, mentions of swearing, not so humble bragging and my not so great writing (yes that's a warning) 

Word Count: 1, 573 

A/N: written for the @rareshipcreationschallenge. Im so sorry for posting after the deadline, this was meant to be posted last night but I had internet trouble! 

Jo basked in the peace that the now quiet roadhouse brung. She found it rather cathartic, quietly cleaning up and listening to the pouring rain batter against the window. There had been reports of nonstop rain all week accompanied by sub zero temperatures. As a result Ellen had dipped into her savings to install a new heating system in the roadhouse, so her staff and customers wouldn't freeze to death.

It had been a long and difficult day for Jo. She would never admit it out loud, managing a bar full of rowdy and loud mouthed people who never learned their please’s and thank you’s was a tedious job and a job Jo commended her mother for effortlessly performing and making it seem like learning the alphabet. Ellen was out of town for a few days and had left her daughter in charge. When Ellen first mentioned she needed someone to make sure the place doesn't burn to crisp, Jo offered her expertise more than eager to play manager and take control, however after today’s events she was seriously regretting it and it was only day one.

Ash needed to be somewhere, Jo wasn't too sure why, he had murmured something along the lines of “I ain't losing no bet.”. Rather than argue or question it she let him go early, which left her to close up by herself.

After putting the chairs on top of the tables, Jo collected a couple of abandoned glasses from a nearby table and put them behind the bar, ready to be washed. She had her back turned away from the door which meant she wasn't able to see who it was that walked in, only hearing the door open and the sounds of footsteps.

She silently cursed herself for not locking up, despite turning the sign on the door to say closed.

“Sorry we’re closed,” she shouted, not bothering to turn around. She expected to receive some sort of snarky, drunken response but was instead met with a series of sneezes. She turned around and did not expect to see a pretty redhead standing there. Her glasses sat on the top of her head, tangled in her hair that had become a sopping mess from the rain. Her blue hoodie hung tightly to her and small water droplets drip off it. She pulled one sleeve over her hand and made a feeble attempt at trying to wipe her nose.

“Dude? Are you okay?” Jo asked hesitantly, not exactly sure what to say to the girl who looked like she had seen hell. The girl held up a finger before sneezing again into her sleeve.

“I’m...fine…” she began, sounding snuffed up. “My car broke down, I got caught in the rain and my phone’s dead. Can I use your phone?”

“Sure,” Jo said, cocking her head to get the girl to follow her into the back room.

“I'm Charlie by the way,” the girl, Charlie, said to her. Jo turned around and quirked an eyebrow. “Uh, I figured, I should at least tell you my name since you're letting me use your phone and all.”

“Jo.” Jo said, earning small smile from Charlie.

The two of them walked into the back room and Jo grabbed her phone, tapping in the passcode and getting her phone app up before throwing it to Charlie. Charlie smiled gratefully before tapping in whatever number she needed to call. Jo decided to make some coffee.

“You know Dean Winchester?” Charlie asked suddenly. When Jo turned around she was met with Charlie holding up her phone, Dean’s called ID on screen. Jo nodded.

“Small world,” she murmured before tapping something on the phone and putting it to her ear. Jo wasn't sure what she meant by that until she heard a voice on the other end and Charlie say “hey Dean, so I kinda have a problem….”, then it clicked into place.

She felt a like she was intruding a little on the conversation so she busied herself by getting out a couple of cups of coffee and starting a pot up. Once he poured the water and started stirring the cup she heard Charlie finish up her conversation. She also didn't miss Charlie quietly say “and Dean, she's super cute, why haven't you introduced me too her?”

She smiled to herself and picked up one of her jackets laying stray on the back of a chair before handing it Charlie, so she was at least wearing something that was dry.

“Are you sure?” Charlie asked.

“Before you catch pneumonia or something, I can't have you dying.” Jo joked earning a smile from Charlie who gratefully took it and put it on. Jo went and grabbed the cups of coffee.

“So you think I'm cute, huh?” Jo said smirking as she turned around and handed a cup of coffee to Charlie. A startled look flashed across Charlie’s face and she blushed furiously. Jo being her ever so helpful self, laughed.

“I didn't--no---I--just, ugh,” Charlie stumbled, rubbing her hand on her forehead. “I'm making a real mess of this aren't I?”

Jo shrugged, lips pursed into a smile.

“It's not every day a pretty girl calls you cute.” Charlie broke out into a full smile and now it was Jo’s turn to blush.

“This is getting super cheesy. Flirting is not as easy as it looks on TV, Buffy didn't have this much trouble.” Charlie joked.

“Seriously, Buffy?”

“Buffy is like, one of the greatest female badasses of all time,” Charlie argued. Jo held her hands up in surrender.

“You're a real TV nerd huh?”

“Don't judge.” Charlie murmured before taking a sip of her coffee.

“Did Dean say how long he'd be?” Jo asked, after a few minutes if the two of the, drinking.

“Probably twenty minutes.” Charlie shrugged. “If you don't me gatecrashing here until then.”

“Sure, keeps me company I guess.” Jo replied, casually, as though it was no biggie having Charlie Around. However, on the inside, Jo was glad she didn't blush easily. In the ten minutes she had gotten to know the vivacious girl she had decided she liked her. Jo didn't warm up right away to those close to her, let alone a stranger. The two fell into a semi awkward silence and Jo tried to think of something to do until Dean came. “You any good at pool?”

“Why? You wanna play?” Charlie asked, a slight smirk teased at the corner of her lips. “I gotta warn you though, i’ll probably kick your ass.”

Jo snorted before standing up.

“Okay, you're on.”

The two walked back into the the main area  of the roadhouse. Jo walked over to pool tables and started to chalk up the cues. Charlie managed to land her eyes on the jukebox and began browsing through the various songs.

“I can definitely see why you and Dean are friends,” Charlie shouted over her shoulder. “AC/DC, Guns N Roses, a lot of Led Zep, is Classic Rock the only genre you have?”

“Shuddup and pick something already.” Jo chided. Charlie chuckled and put on A Whole Lotta Love before making her way to the pool table.

“So if I win and by if I mean When, I get to make you one of my own made drinks.” Charlie said. Jo quirked an eyebrow.

“Seriously? You’re gonna make drinks for the girl who works in a bar?”

“Just what until you try it. It's something of...an acquired taste.”

“Okay fine. And if I win, you have to help me run this place tomorrow.”

“You get drinks and I get labour,” Charlie pouted before sticking her hand out to Jo. Jo shook it. “Fine.”

“You ready to lose, red?” Jo remarked smugly.

“I'm your dreams.”

Neither girls expected the other to be so competitive. There was swearing, cursing and a lot of victorious fist pumps. Additionally, neither girls excepted to quite grow so close to together, despite it knowing each other for less than an hour.

It was the sound of Dean’s voice that broke the giggling and shoulder nudging.

“You guys didn't invite me to the slumber party. Did I miss the naked pillow fight?” He teased. Jo flipped him off. His eyes flickered between the two of them before breaking out in a knowing smirk. Both of them rolled their eyes.

“I’ll wait in the car Charlie, and i’ll pick your car up tomorrow.” He said waving them off and walking out.

“Good game.” Charlie said once dean had left.

“We still don't know who won.”

“Well, i’ll save you my terrible drinking making skills but I'll still help you out tomorrow. I mean if you want me too?”

“You wanna help out?” Jo crossed her arms.

“Sure, I guess I kinda liked spending time with you.” Charlie shrugged. Jo could feel herself blush and shifted her gaze to her feet.

“I liked spending time with you too. I guess.” She replied, her cheeks heating up under Charlie's gaze. Charlie leaned over and ever so softly kissed her cheek.

“Guess i’ll see you tomorrow.” Charlie said as she pulled away. She raised her hand in the Vulcan Salute. “Peace out.”

Yep, Jo definitely had a crush.