#my friend who i've been watching the flash with has started writing fic

[coldflasher]

Can you explain frat boy Len please

honestly anon im not sure anyone can explain frat boy len

i may not be the best person to ask as i did not observe this strange phenomenon in the wild myself, this is something i recall from a conversation i had many months ago with @leonard-cold about how wildly len's characterization varies outside of snart stan tumblr

she was telling me about this one legends fic she read in which the author had done an absolutely spot-on job with the characterization of absolutely everyone but len, who, in her words, 'acted as if he'd recently had a lobotomy' and spent the whole fic hanging out by the pool (????) hitting on random women. so in all fairness i don't think he was an actual, literal frat boy but he had the frat boy personality archetype, you know?

not gonna lie im lowkey obsessed with this concept if only because the visual of len hanging out by the pool on a sun lounger with a parka on is absolutely hysterical but yeah. this is why i do not venture outside of snart stan tumblr

[beomiracles]

congrats on 500 !! this is my first time requesting so it might be kinda weird (sorry in advance) but i was thinking of rich and spoiled (any txt member you think is suitable) and a scholarship reader (f) , you can do whatever you like with the plot but i would like some nsfw pls !! thank you ^^

500 BASH SPECIAL

#serene adds ✎... ANON hi! you like read my mind... ever since I finished watching hierarchy last weekend I've been itching to write something with rich and spoiled beomgyu x scholarship student reader but since my 500 bash has a wc limit of 2k I'll just turn this into an even bigger fic after my event ends, sounds good? since you asked for nsfw I wrote one of the scenes the bigger fic will contain, hope you enjoy hehe because I sure did ՞ ⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ՞

wc -> 1.5k

pairings rich spoilt!beomgyu x scholarship student!reader warnings sub!gyu, mean dom!reader, slapping, handjob, bondage (using his tie), cum eating, tiny humiliation/degrading...hm think that's it

The morning class is quiet, save for the low murmurs of chatter as tired students leisurely rolled in to take their seats. You had been there for half an hour already, going through yesterday's notes and already skimming through today’s material — You liked staying on top of things, your studies were important, they were what got you here after all. Lightly clearing your throat, you pull at the blue tie around your neck, a painful reminder of your low and unworthy status.

Your eyes flit across the room for any signs of him, but there were none. A small wave of relief courses through you, perhaps he’d skip today. But no less than thirty seconds later, the classroom door slams open as Beomgyu saunters inside, immediately being greeted by his unrealistically large group of friends. Internally groaning, your gaze drops to the notes in front of you, set on avoiding him at all costs. 

Though your meek attempt quickly proves futile as you hear him strutting toward you. Suddenly the table in front of you is snatched away, making a deafening scraping sound against the hard floor. Your notes fall to the ground and you scramble to pick them up as heads turn in your direction. A noise to your right makes you turn your head only for you to almost bump noses with him as Beomgyu watches you with a smug expression. 

“Sorry love, needed an extra table today.” He says as he leans back up, “but you don’t mind do you?” The laughter of his friends echo through the classroom as Beomgyu brings your table to sit alongside his own, quickly throwing his feet to rest on top of it. Color rushes to your cheeks and you keep your gaze down as you reorganize your notes in your lap. 

A few minutes later your teacher enters, ready to start class. She throws a quick glance toward you, notes piled on your knees as you grip your pencil tightly, then over to Beomgyu who flashes her an innocent grin. Not bothering to even assess the situation further she begins her lecture and your stomach drops in disbelief. You supposed you should be used to it by now. 

“What?” Beomgyu sounds genuinely surprised as his tall frame looms over you. “Come on now we always have fun after school”, he tries as his hand trails along the curve of your waist. You huff out a breath of air as you take a step back. “And then what? You go back to treating me like shit.” — He frowns as his gaze drops to the tie around your neck, “well you are a scholarship stu…” — “Oh fuck off with that bullshit!” You groan as you run a frustrated hand through your hair. 

“I’m tired of it, Beomgyu.” You state before swallowing the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything as he bites the inside of his cheek. Rolling your eyes, you reach for your bag on the table of his private lounge, getting ready to leave. Though you barely get two steps in before his hand clasps around your wrist, pulling you back against his chest. 

“Oh c’mon, you know it’s not like that…” He mumbles as one of his hands cup your chin, lifting your face to look at him. When all he receives is a glare, he sighs as he lets go of you once more. “God, when did you become so boring?” He mutters as he turns to rub a hand against his neck tiredly.  

Letting out a noise of disbelief, you scoff, “to have fun, is that what you want? Fine, we’ll have fun”, you don’t let him get another word out as you push him down on the nearby sofa. Startled by your sudden course of action, Beomgyu blinks up toward you. As you climb onto his lap, you reach for the red tie around his neck, “but we’ll have it my way.” 

In his surprised state, it was easy to gather his wrists as you neatly tied his tie around them, tugging on it once to make sure it wouldn’t break before you pulled his arms above his head. “Fuck, if I knew you were going to react like this I would’ve snatched your table sooner”, his snarky remark is met by a harsh slap to his cheek, the smacking noise filling his empty lounge. 

“Ah shit..” he grumbles as the print of your hand turns a sheer red on his face. Grunting out a quiet shut up, you slam your lips against his as your fingers dig into the sides of his face. You’re surprised by how eagerly he responds as he lets you slip your tongue inside his open mouth, groaning against your lips when you do. 

“God, you’re so annoying”, you seethe between kisses, not expecting him to whine into your mouth as his hips bucked up against your own. You pull on the tie around his wrists and he immediately stills beneath you. Fuck that’s pathetic, you thought, but you couldn’t deny the way it made you clench around nothing. 

Experimentally, you pull his bottom lip between your teeth, biting down on it. Beomgyu squirms under you as a breathy moan escapes his throat. Breaking the kiss, you pull back to look at him with a slight frown, “fuck, do you like this?” — The way he eagerly nods as his lips chase after your own almost makes you want to laugh. 

One of your hands slid between your bodies and you shove it down his pants; relishing in the way his face contorted as his mouth fell open. “F-fuck”, he groans as you flick your thumb over the slit of his cock, swiping away the precum that had spilled out. “Do you enjoy publicly humiliating me?” You question with disdain as your hand squeezes around his shaft, making him throw his head back against the cushion. 

When he doesn’t answer you stop moving and his eyes immediately snap open. “H-ah, I…I don’t know..” his brows furrow as sweat trickles down his forehead. You scoff as your hand shifts up to press against his tip harshly. "M-Maybe..!" He yelps and you feel him twitch against your fingers. “Maybe what?” You drawl as you stroke him slowly, tugging on the tie as his back arches off the sofa. 

“I..I do like it! I like it w-when you become all embarrassed and – ah fuck –  I… I think it’s hot when your face turns all red..” His voice is near breathless and you watch as his eyes flutter closed. Another harsh slap to his face sends his head jolting forward. “I bet you do, you sick fucking bitch”, you spit as your pace on his cock increases. 

Biting his bottom lip, he tries to suppress the noises threatening to escape. A quiet please shifts your attention back to his flushed face. “What was that?” You ask as you twirl the fabric of his tie between your fingers. His hazy gaze finds yours as he lets out a shaky breath, “need to touch you..” he whines as his hips buck against your hand. 

It was almost endearing, the way he thought he had a say in any of this. You draw in closer to his face, your warm breath mixing with his and you can hear his sharp intake of air. “You honestly think I’d let your dirty hands touch my body?” You snigger as you watch him blink up at you in slight confusion. 

“Oh c’mon”, he whines as he trashes against the tie around his wrists, earning himself a third sharp slap to his cheek. “S-shit”, he groans as his hips jerk forward and you suddenly feel him release all over your hand as he soils his briefs. He came from a bit of slapping? Wow, he really was pathetic. You pull your hand from his pants with a small grimace as you hold it up for him to see. 

“Tsk, look what you did.” You groan as you present your sticky fingers to him. His gaze flits down to your hand as the color on his face intensifies. “Well what are you waiting for? Clean it up”, you grunt as you shove three fingers in his mouth, making him let out a surprised noise before he swirls his tongue around them, moaning as you push them further inside.  

When you retract them again he looks up at you expectantly, almost like a puppy, only to frown when you climb off his lap. “Where are you going?” He questions as he watches you flatten out your skirt and reach for your discarded bag. “Where the fuck does it look like I’m going?” You glower as you swing the strap over your shoulder. 

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” You give him a small wave before turning on your heel, leaving him on the couch with his hands tied and resting above his head.

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[erinwantstowrite]

Erin I have a question ⁉️

How did you start writing LoF? Like,.not writing it in general, I mean like how did you get—or learned—or studied—all the information regarding the Batfam and their backgrounds, and also about Peter and the Avengers, etc.

Currently, I'm honestly planning on writing a small fiction about Peter ending up in Gotham (You must know your words hold a very dangerous power to inspire) but unfortunately, I don't have the right information to actually START writing it TT_TT. Do you have any tips on how I can start?

(P.S Apologies if this sounds a little confusing, I am not entirely the best at explaining 😞🤞)

There's one person to blame for getting me into DC, and it's @alighterwood

I've always been a fan of Spider-Man. He was my first hero, I wanted to be him soooo bad. I had gotten around to sort of writing my own fic for it with my own version of Peter around last year? (Very much inspired by ITSV, LoF Peter came about because he's his own universe and is based on Spider-Man lore from multiple media versions). I had never thought about writing a Spider-Man fic until ATSV, but at the time I was pretty much dead set on rewriting VLD. I got inspired after rewatching ITSV and then watching ATSV.

But it wasn't until alighterwood got me reading their favorite Batfam fics (specifically Tim) that I started to enjoy Batfam or DC in general.

(My favorite Batfam fic is "The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne" )

From there I started branching out into learning more about Batfam, what is and isn't fanon, and forming my own opinions. It was a natural progression into "I want my favorite characters to meet each other" and alighterwood's evil genius plan ended up working.

I've read a few comics (mostly the Red Robin series, because Tim was my intro to Batfam so I figured I'd start there) but most of my information?

Wikis, reddits, forums from years (a few of them from decades) ago, my father (who was a Batman fan as a kid) and his friends (my uncles, who were all DC and Marvel nerds), my own friends- basically anything I can get my hands on. If I had a question, it was (probably) answered somewhere, or there was someone else with the same question that made me feel better for not getting it. The internet has a BOATLOAD of information about both Marvel and DC.

It's a LOT of research and note taking, to be honest. I have a physical notebook where I take notes on lore so I don't forget it. I comb through fanon AND canon and I decide from there what I want and what I don't want/what doesn't work and what does work for what I'm writing.

But here's something to keep in mind: at the end of the day, you're not writing FOR anyone else. You're not out to please people who are 100% canon, all the time, nor are you trying to accommodate people who only read fanon material. You're writing for YOU. This part is fun for me, but could be very tedious for other people. I'm a little weird like that (I started writing essays for fun since I learned about them in school).

I like doing research. Like a lot of writers, I go down multiple rabbit holes a day. I start by googling a simple question that should take five minutes and then I see something and go "oh! What's this!?" and pick it up, and the cycle continues when I see something else and eventually remember that I was writing.

I enjoy the research and figuring out the balance. Because DC and Marvel do the same shit with their own works! Shit gets retconned, or they bring characters back from the dead, blah blah blah. The fun part for me IS going insane trying to figure out the Flash Family and their STUPID family tree, or learning about characters that were basically forgotten by everyone- even the writers. The best part is that since it's my fic I'm writing, I can go: "What's the most entertaining way I can use this?" And no one can stop me.

But if YOU don't enjoy that part, and you try to do it, you might lose your spark!! Your inspiration!! You might not have fun, and that's what writing is all about!! My thing is, is that basically every fan interpretation, whether they try to stick to the original source as closely as they can or not, IS FANON. And fanon is fun!!

Basically it all stems down to: it's your sandbox and you can play in there however you want to. And sometimes, people see what you're doing and they're like "Can I play too?" and you're like "Yes that'd be awesome!!"

If you find that you do enjoy the research, I think it's well worth it. It's very satisfying to put together all that work and then get a comment from someone where they say "OMG!! I know that reference!" or "I love this interpretation of this very obscure thing!!"

My advice for writing a Peter in Gotham fic is to know where YOU are starting at, before you start writing your fic. If you're a Spider-Man fan and you don't know much about the Batfam, try reading a comic about them, or find some favorite fics and base your information on that. It works vice-versa, if you know more about Batfam and not a lot about Peter.

Imagine there are two people sitting in front of you. One is a Marvel fan, the other is a DC fan, and they know NOTHING about the other comics. But they both want to hear your story where you have combined them. It's important that you don't lean too much into either side: you keep both of their interest by appreciating the details from both DC and Marvel.

The Marvel fan will be happy to see Peter reacting to a new world and situations, even if they don't know everything you're referencing. But the DC fan will be excited because you care about the place that Peter is interacting with enough to make a joke that maybe only they would get.

So: have fun, explore everywhere you want to, and get a little crazy. Don't worry too much about not knowing everything there is to know. I don't know everything about DC or Marvel either!

[milkytheholy1]

TMNT Masterlist

2003:

Leo:

Third base - Leo x Female Reader

Hey everyone, I currently have two requests left to do but I really want to get some stories that I personally came up with as well. I really want to try writing for different versions of the turts besides 2012 and Rise even if they are my fav versions. Sorry if the character interactions are a bit iffy in this one, I haven't seen much of the 2003 series I'm only up to season 2.

Donnie:

Drawn to you - Donnie x GN Reader

No, the tech-savvy turtle was drawn to you by your persistence, by the way you poured yourself into your work, how you understood the need to complete something no matter how long it took.

Mikey:

Turtle titan to the rescue! - Mikey x Female Reader

Okay so far warning, I haven’t really watched past season 3 of the 2003 series, I have been working my way through it though. So some characters might not sound or act like how they should from the show and I might end up getting some stuff wrong, so sorry in advance. This story will flip between 1st and 3rd person narrative.

2012:

All Turtles:

Turtle Power part 1

What if you included even more turtles in the hit tmnt movie, TMNT:Turtles Forever? This isn't an X Reader fic and takes places in the 2012 universe...well, for the start at least.

Leo:

Dear diary - Leo x GN Reader

Leo practicing how to ask them out with many many scripts for acting in front of a mirror:") or maybe they find out about his diary! You can pick

A confident strut - Leo x GN Reader

Went with the first one since it's been some time since I wrote for my 2012 boy! This is going to be set before the whole sister reveal, but I wanna make it clear that I do not ship Karai and Leo together cause that shit is gross. Enjoy!

I heard you - Leo x Female Reader

The reader,who has a crush on Leo, waits by Leo's side for him to wake up in the farm house and she is so relieved when he wakes up after months

Not traditional - Leo x Male Reader

The reader is giving Leo a whole sexuality crisis so Leo asks April if it's weird for a guy to like another guy and April reassures him that it's perfectly normal, and later that week Leo accidentally slips that he likes (y/n) and in a flash the have this little moment of understanding that they both like each other and want to be more than friends.

Goodbye Leonardo part 1 - Leo x Female Reader

I know what you're thinking, two stories in one night? This is somewhat based on the season four episode: Broken Foot. Also sorry it's so long but I had to fill in some blanks to get to the build-up of the story and sorry for the rushed ending it's currently past midnight where I'm from and I'm very tired.

Goodbye Leonardo part 2 - Leo x Female Reader

Okay, okay, you'll get your stinking part 2. This is probably one of the most requested fics I've ever done, the original intention was to leave it as a standalone fic. But, because you all seem eager for more I eventually broke and decided to do it. This is set a few years after the original and doesn't follow the episode 'Broken Foot' like the original oneshot. In my opinion, it's also waaay more angsty and it might actually be sadder than the first one. So I hope the wait was worth it, enjoy!

Donnie:

Wrong about me - Donnie x Female Reader

Donnie gets cheated on by April and (y/n) finds out and hurts April's feelings then comforts Donnie?

Hot - Donnie x Female Reader

Donnie was talking about some science stuff the last 20 minutes, but reader can't fully pay attention to what he's saying because they're just thinking about his voice, his gestures and everything. They think "don't you realize how hot you are?", but Donnie stops talking and reader realizes they just said that out loud and now they want to die.

Happy birthday - Donnie x GN Reader

it’s the reader’s birthday and the turtles just find out and they have to quickly set up a surprise birthday for the reader.

Well done science boy - Donnie x GN Reader

Had this idea in my head for a few days so thought I'd post it, I wanted to make it a shorter story than what I normally do but I got too lost in it and it ended up being just as long, oops. Hope you enjoy!

Hello nurse - Donnie x Female Reader

Literally did this so I could pull off one reference, that's all. Enjoy!

Raph:

Hots for you - Raph x Female Reader

Raph finds out that his girlfriend is bisexual?

Heard you from a mile away - Raph x GN Reader

not going to lie I had to search up what it meant, decided to do Raph since i've never written for him before in the 2012 version. So if this comes across as out of character, apologies. Anyway, enjoy!

2014/2016: Leo:

Red lips - Leo x Female Reader

“Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”

Donnie:

Five years - Donnie x Female Reader

Donnie creates a portal that transports them to 2021.

Five years alt ending - Donnie x Female Reader

It’s weird how many people have asked me for them to have kids, but I guess if that’s what you guys want to see then here is a short version 2, if you will, of five years. Be sure to read the original or it won’t really make much sense, this is just the ending. Enjoy!

Life is a dream part 1 - Donnie x GN Reader

You felt the small vibrations of your phone in your pocket, pulling it out you saw Donnie was once again calling you crap, "H-hey Donnie, I promise I'm on Allen Street. I'm like less than a minute away." you panted into the device. You could hear his sigh through the speaker, "Don't worry about it, I'm just wasting valuable pop tart time." he joked, your laughter was his reward.

Part 2 - Donnie x GN Reader

Speaking of the brothers, Mikey was sat playing some video games while leaning over to slurp his coke, you could hear panting and the sounds of something being destroyed coming from the dojo Raph. Finally taking lighter steps into the lair, you could smell a sweet fragrance waft through the air Leo.

Part 3 - Donnie x GN Reader

"Do you remember that video where the cat plays chopsticks with the chopsticks?" Mikey asked, pushing aside Donnie and getting closer to your face. You flinched at his close proximity, your mind still trying to adjust to your bright surroundings. "Can we focus here?" Leo argued, pulling Mikey away from you, he securely wrapped his arm around his younger brother in case he felt the need to jump at you again.

Final part - Donnie x GN Reader

"What?" he asked, "Can I ask you something?" You pondered why you were willing to tell Raph some of your deep, dark thoughts and not someone like Donatello "It's a free country," he quipped going back to his knitting. "Right," you said, glancing down to avoid making eye contact "It's just that...do you think- feel like something is off?"

Mikey:

Parading in style - Mikey x Male Reader

So I don’t know much about pride parades in NYC but I can only imagine they’re triple the ones from where I’m from, I’m also not going to give you a description of Mikey’s human form as that can be up to you. I’ve learned from experience that everyone has a different view of these characters and it’s unfair to the reader to force them to take my view of what he could look like, so yeah he looks like whatever you want him to. Hope you enjoy!

Raph:

A cold night in new  - Raph x Female Reader

Reader's apartment building's heat went out during a really chilly spring day, so when raph comes over he's all like "why tf does she have the thermostat on 5 degrees", but then he finds her cuddled up with tons of blankets on the couch, watching tv. after turning down the volume, reader explains the situation with the heat while shivering and clutching the blankets. raph has a brilliant plan for this.

Begging - Raph x Female Reader

Bayverse Raph and his S.O get into a huge fight and he hurts her feelings and Raph found her on the rooftop crying and he asks for forgiveness

Seeing you - Raph x Female Reader

The reader feels invisible and lonely, so she confides in Raph and telling him how her current boyfriend is using and abusing her. Then later on Raph confesses his feelings for the reader but her abusive boyfriend catches the reader and raph together.

I promise - Raph x Female Reader

The reader has scars from her mother and she shows Raph while crying about them and Raph listens and comforts her.tumblr

[c-c-cherry]

Teru fic??

EDIT?** I've actually posted the full fic that this snippet is from. You'll probably have a more fulfilling time just reading it lol --> Click!

This is a response to the little wip "challenge" I posted a little while ago. Askbox is still open for those! (there's a few I still need to answer too) :)

Sorry this took so long! I wanna say…good choice? Probably because I’m almost done writing this one and then I can move onto editing. Assuming the Area Hysteria people reading this have also read Tenacious Terrain (building on one of the memory flashes involving Ritsu but also works as a standalone fic), this one follows a similar format.

I’ve been treating it as my warm-up to get back into Mob after awhile while simultaneously trying to write for the main AH storyline. But I also think publishing this story first might help with what I want to do later between Reigen and Teru if that makes sense? I think it fills a lot of unspoken gaps that I've really wanted to explore in the hysteriaverse so I've been having a lot of fun getting into it.

I’ll shut up now — here’s a snippy!

***

The pair walked down the street just as the sun started dipping below the trees. Reigen didn’t ask if Teru's parents were waiting for him at home, and he was grateful for it.

Teru usually found himself talking endlessly when going out with Kageyama or even Ritsu, just to fill up the fact that both usually didn’t say much at all. There was no need to do that with someone like Reigen. His energy could silence a room. Teru had seen it with Claw, the way everyone turned and gave him total control back when they first got captured. 

Reigen was evidently powerful in both the psychic world and the business world, but his words alone still poked through the sharpest of swords, more than Teru’s power ever could.

“Mob and I come here if we end up working past dinner,” Reigen held the door open for him, and Teru watched as the man greeted the host as if he knew her. He took off his jacket and gestured for Teru to follow. “This booth has the best view. It’s great while it's raining, but sunny weather will do just fine.”

The man rolled up his white sleeves and sighed in content. Teru attempted to relax his shoulders and calm his heart, pretending he wasn’t having dinner with Reigen Arataka, 21st century’s greatest psychic and Teru’s new temporary boss. Thoughts about what to do with that daunting guardianship form still plagued the back of his mind but he forced himself to push it back further and look up at the approaching waiter.

“No bowl-cut today?” she asked curiously, passing out the menus, “I haven’t seen the two of you come around here in a bit.” 

“Who, Mob?” Reigen chuckled, “The kid’s got a marathon at school to run. I’ve got a few of his friends helping me out.”

Teru melted into the foam booth, letting it press up against his back as the two conversed. It had been awhile since he’d felt this cozy. He wondered if it was the ambience of this place, or Reigen’s mere presence putting him at ease.

“Before I forget,” Reigen rummaged through his briefcase once they had both ordered and pulled out his phone. “I’ll give you my number so we can keep in touch. I might need you earlier or later depending on exorcism appointments. It’ll be nice to have you filed away for when I need you this week.”

Reigen wanted his phone number? Teru stared down at his food piping hot in front of him. He wondered if Reigen would pay for this, too. Based on what Kageyama had said about him, the man would no doubt slip a few bills on the table regardless of whether Teru pulled out his card to cover his half of the bill. Reigen would probably walk him home too while he was at it. 

“Sure, I-” he stuttered, trying to find his voice. This wasn’t like him. Reigen must have known that too, despite barely knowing him at all. The man leaned over and placed his hands up defensively, his rolled sleeves slipping back down and grey jacket discarded beside him.

“Unless you think that’s overstepping. I just like to have everyone’s names on hand. If you aren’t comfortable with it, don’t worry about it. I don’t have to have you on-call all the time like I do with Mob…though it would be pretty helpful for emergency exorcisms…” 

Teru didn’t wait around to hear what else the man was saying. Reigen was so confident, so powerful, so cool, and all Teru wanted to do was impress him. 

Be reliable. He could be reliable. 

Teru pulled out his phone, flipped through his contacts and tried to find the phone number that he still hadn’t memorized after getting a new number a few months back. His father had paid for it, of course. He hadn’t seen his father’s face in years, but the man still paid for everything so long as Teru could forge his signature.

His head went back to those stupid forms in his bag. To think the school had waited this long before asking him to prove his parents’ existence outside of a signature.

“Here,” he pushed his phone over to him, pulling a grin over his face. “I’d be happy to help you out in Kageyama’s stead as much as you need.” He’d even be willing to skip school, maybe never show up at school again if it meant no one would interrogate him about his familial situation. But perhaps that was a different kind of commitment. 

Reigen smiled back, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. “That was quick. Thanks a bunch, Hanaza—"

“—Teruki,” he corrected, before realizing that he’d interrupted Reigen Arataka, 21st Century’s Greatest Psychic and the only adult who had ever asked him for his number to make sure he was around and alright. “Teruki’s fine. Or Teru.”

Reigen snorted, taking his chopsticks and dipping them into his bowl. “Teruki for now. But don’t think you can just go around calling me Arataka…at least, not in front of Ritsu. Sometimes it feels like that kid is just trying to find his footing before pouncing on someone like me.” Reigen’s eyes locked onto him, suddenly serious. “You wouldn’t want to be responsible for a dead man…would you, kid?” 

“Oh,” Teru’s face surely looked stupid, the way it glowed. “No, I would never—”

“Kids these days are so dense! I’m just messing around,” the man snickered back, followed by the slurping of noodles. “Mmmh..this place never fails to amaze my taste buds after such a long day.” He banged on the table softly with his fist. “Well, eat up! Here’s to a very productive first day.”

A thought grazed Teru’s head as he tipped the bowl up to his lips. 

It was a very selfish, self-serving thought. One that accompanied a methodical plan that slowly began to form in the back of his mind. Reigen was a responsible, giving person. He was mystical, busy, a very busy man. He lived here in Seasoning City. If Teru could guess, he was almost at the age of 30—a very responsible age for a very responsible, reliable, busy man. He was a model citizen, really. He even went above and beyond to inspire others around him.

As of this moment, Teru worked alongside Reigen. He had access to his files, which probably contained most of his information if he looked around hard enough for it. Maybe this would finally get the school off his back. 

And who says the man even has to know?

[xthelastknownsurvivorx]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks @read-and-write- for the tag!

I'm back with more Liam-centric fic today, pulling some memories from my last year of high school as inspiration

"Ugh," Alex says, wiping his mouth as he passes the bottle of Maker's to Liam. "I cannot believe we have, like, five more months of this shit left. Can't we just have prom and graduation and go?" Liam accepts it gratefully, taking a swig. "At least you know that you're in, man. The rest of us don't get to find out for another six weeks at least." Alex steals the whiskey back, knocking back a solid gulp. "Yeah, but now I have to keep my grades up so they don't rescind the offer even though I want nothing more than to senior slump until I've walked across that stage with my diploma." "And yet somehow you'll work hard as ever and be valedictorian at the end of it." Alex flashes him a sardonic smile. "You know it." Then the expression slips from his face. "Though it's not like it matters when my girlfriend's dumped me and my parents are still divorced as ever." So they've reached maudlin hours, Liam thinks as he watches Alex stare blankly at the wall in front of him. It usually doesn kick in for Alex until a party has dwindled to the last few guests or he's had whisky, but today both of those conditions are more or less met. "You're not your parents, Alex," says Liam, knowing exactly what Alex isn't saying. "Besides, that relationship was doomed from the start. You said it yourself." "How do you know me so well, Li? It's like I don't have to say anything and you just know." "I've been your best friend for years, Claremont-Diaz. It be weirder if I didn't know." "Touche," Alex says, accepting the lie with an almost painful ease. As if all best friends have each other memorized down to the smallest detail. Even Alex himself doesn't know Liam that well—if he did, Liam's feelings would be painfully obvious and impossible to overlook.

Passing this on to @celeritas2997, @gayrootvegetable, @happiness-of-the-pursuit, @historicallysam, @inexplicablymine, and anyone else who wants to do it

[nolita-fairytale]

make my heart surrender | carmy x reader | the playlist

here's a fun little collection of songs that make me think of this story. some of the songs feel like they could function as a soundtrack to the story, and some just make me think of carmy x reader. i created this playlist and listened to it while writing, in the car, doing dishes... seriously, the way this story took over my brain.

make my heart surrender: the playlist

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sleeping with a friend - neon trees

carmy & reader's relationship in new york city -- while the title feels self-explanatory, this song has all the sexual tension of wondering our favorite kitchen lovebirds' will they won't they relationship. do we need a oneshot of the before times? maybe...

robbers - the 1975

angsty carmy & reader's relationship in nyc. this is also allegedly the prequel to 'about you' so it felt right to include it.

about you - the 1975

where the title of this fic comes from: 'now there's something about you that i can't remember / it's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender / and i miss you on the train, i miss you in the morning / i never what to think about / i think about you

it's the pining for me

chicago - sufjan stevens

the iconic song used in the show. i could see this song playing on reader's first day at the bear, or underscoring reader's travels to chicago

sleep tight - holly humberstone

oof, this song kills me. i'll add notable lyrics that make me think of carmy x reader, but it would be a beautiful underscore for their moment at the end of chapter two, when they say goodnight to each other.

"sleep tight i'm on my way back and feeling kind of sad because you were the best thing i never knew i had"

"you were the best thing i never knew was mine"

"god knows i've missed this feeling" makes me ache in the best ways why do we love being sad sm?!

closer - tegan and sara

i could see this song underscoring some of the kitchen flows when carmy & reader have smoothed things over around chapter three. i can just see reader working the garnish station and falling in love with carmy all over again as she watches him expedite.

can we also just talk about how this is a peak in the flow of the playlist? like they've finally smoothed things over and it's been nostalgic/acoustic/angsty and then this song happens and it's like an explosion of energy?? we're finally going to get some connection between these two

only human - the code, william singe

if this were a movie/tv show, i'd have this song play in the background of their conversation (date) at the aviary in chapter three.

untouched hearts - acoustic - the hunna

the lines "i know it's been hard but now it's time for you to get what you want, to know you're enough" feel like a fucking love letter from mikey to carmy. #LetItRip

it also feels like a feeling reader and carmy would share between the two of them about each other.

la vie en rose - emily watts

the song that plays at carmy's apartment after putting her dinner party playlist on shuffle. reader is flipping through the cookbook while he finishes the carbonara to the sweet sounds of this song. and they're making eyes at each other, and stealing glances when they think the other isn't looking GOODBYE

the girl - city & colour

this song is giving major waking-up-together-morning-after vibes. i mostly saw this song for the second to last chapter for the cute tattoo scene, but it could also be great for their first morning after season in chapter five.

flashed junk mind (acoustic version) - milky chance

just picture carmy & reader traipsing through chi-town's chinatown, arguing over who's gonna pay (because they both think it should be themselves), being cute, and fighting over carmy's cigarette during their walking dumpling date.

strawberries & cigarettes - troye sivan

this song accompanies their sweet goodbye at the start of chapter 7 and i'm quite convinced that troye sivan wrote it about carmen berzatto and you can't change my mind lol.

for the lines: "blue eyes, black jeans, lighters and candy, i've been a fool / strawberries & cigarettes always taste like you" and "remember when you taught me fate / said it'd all be worth the wait."

somebody - dagny

less on brand for the show, but the lyrics make me think so much about these two. it's giving: plot twist this is now a freeform show, i know. however, i envisioned this song being a part of reader packing up her things and catching up w friends back in ny. maaaaybe even as she's getting in her u-haul to drive to chicago.

solsbury hill - peter gabriel

peter gabriel said that this song was about losing something so that you can gain something else and i'm just not okay. this is the song that underscores the final scene in our lovely little epilogue, when reader surprises carmy at the bear ready to tell him that she's finally all in.

[sid3buns]

Cool little writing game I've been taggued in by @joeys-piano (thank you so much ! ) I've been writing SO MUCH lately to cope with the stress of several life events all happening at once and because I can't afford therapy, so this is the next best thing. I will post 3 snippets from published fics and 2 from current WIPs :3 I'm only tagging @fukurodani bc i think everyone else from my minuscule pool of moots who write have already been taggued, afaik ; but if not pls feel free to do it! Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too. Anchors | Windbreaker

All it takes to fall a man is to figure out where the hits are the most likely to land. This one was full of holes ; it’s a punch to the kidney, a swift hook under his weaker knee (the right one), and he’s on the ground, head bashing against concrete in a crack that might as well be the wind rattling a tree. Suo craves for more ; the song is not finished. If there’s to be an intro, a bridge, and a chorus, it needs a worthy finale. How easy it would be to smash your skull open, right now. He wonders if one hit is enough to see brain matter stain his kung fu shoes. He almost finds out ; his leg lifts on its own, it’s a hammer on a nail. One step away from being a coffin.

Bouquet | Blue Lock

” And what do you expect me to do about it, “ Barou hisses, busying himself with leaving wet circles of condensed water all over the table with his glass of beer. “ I don’t know him, I just prepare flowers for his wicked needs. “ That’s a half-truth ; Barou is starting to know Isagi. They chat for a bit whenever the man drops in, and it’s almost daily. He works nearby the flower shop, and it looks like it’s very demanding work. He has a dog named Müller, and he likes to watch soccer matches to unwind. They support opposite teams ; Barou gets to nag him about goals a couple times. “ Maybe just slip him a pamphlet, or something, “ Niko says wisely, staring at Barou from under his bangs. “ Or drag him to the back store of your shop and fuck his brains ou- “ The waitress has to intervene when Barou almost chokes Aiku to death at their table, and Barou gives her a nice tip.

Barou Shouei's Seemless Guide To Successful Dating | Blue Lock

“ What are you afraid of, Shouei ? “ Trust. His mom reads between his silences ; mothers are made of magic and stardust. “ Have you tried trusting this person ? “ and she knows the answer, because how could Barou even begin to understand how trust worked - he’s always been a lonely child, on top of his lonely mountain. “ Can you trust that they know you enough to understand all of the wonderful things you offer to this world ? “

Trying To Feel Alive (WIP) | Blue Lock

He’s surprised to see a flash of long, red hair, and he smiles softly as Chigiri continues to hit the dummy in diligence. Sweat falls in heavy drops from his drenched, beautiful skin, hair carefully braided to the side as always ; some strands have fallen in front of his eyes, sticking to his skin, but Chigiri is elsewhere - there is anger in his eyes, and sadness, and rage. It permeates his kicks with something foul. Chigiri is not training - he’s fighting for his life, right now, and it makes Kunigami so, so sad. (It reminds him of himself.)

Déjà Vu (WIP) | Blue Lock

” Because sometimes, Rin drives how he ought to really drive. “ They reach the very end of the cliff, and car lights illuminate the night in the faraway distance. “ Like he’s the freest man on this goddamn earth. “ They’re finally in front of them ; it lasts for a split second, and yet it feels like eternity in Isagi’s eyes. It’s here in slow motion, time standing still, he sees it all on Rin’s face - this punch drunk madness called freedom, seeping through each and every one of his pores, reverberated in the halo of his smile. In that moment, watching Rin feels like staring into the sun - blinding and warm, all engulfing. Isagi’s heart shatters into a million pieces, because he wants to chase after the light.

[ravenquingvax]

I've not been watching Campaign 3 for a while now, but Twitter and Tumblr have been feeding me crumbs...

Now, an idea has sprung up in my head that I want to explore, but I don't know if I will write for it yet.

I mostly write for Vox Machina, I find that dipping my toes into writing for the other parties makes me uncomfortable, but this fic wouldn't be so bad.

Idk, maybe some day.

But here's sort of how it would start, i guess?

SPOILERS FOR CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN 3 FROM AT LEAST EPISODE 51 ONWARDS

Thinking about Vex suddenly being startled by a feeling in her chest that she hasn't felt for a very, very long time.

She's concerned immediately, but for the wrong reason.

What sort of pain is this? Did she need a cleric?

Then it hits her.

But that can't be right…

Then the amulet goes off, the dragon tooth one Keyleth gifted to her oh-so long ago, from where it rests on her necklace stand.

She snatches it at once and rushes to find her husband, her chest aching more than ever, and finds Percy as he jumps out of his armchair in his study clutching at the amulet around his own neck.

Knowing the other is safe, they quickly rush to check on Pike, who was here to train Gwendolyn healing magic and emergency aid techniques.

Pike is fine, and her own amulet is back at home, so Vex & Percy's sudden and frantic appearance startles her and Gwendolyn.

When Pike is informed of what's happened, she immediately scries on Grog.

Grog's fine, he's been off doing Grog things, but he's stopped upon realising his amulet is doing that weird thing again that it hasn't done since... Well. In a long time.

They try to check on Scanlan next, but there's interference now - it's alright though, because he's suddenly appearing in a puff of purple magic looking terrified.

That just leaves Keyleth and Taryon then…

Pike tries to scry again, setting her target to Keyleth, but she just can't get through.

Scanlan admits he had struggled controlling his magic when coming here, which concerns his friends greatly - what was going on?

Still determined to try and check on the others, the group gathered some supplies before trying to teleport to grab Grog from out in the woods nearby…

But that's not where they end up. Instead, they find themselves ending up all the way in Emon of all places.

Scanlan is embarrassed, assuring them it isn't his fault, but the group's attention is soon turned to the sky.

A light is shooting into or out of the moon known as Rudius... That can't be good.

They rush to find Allura, who is franticly scrambling around her tower while Kima and Gilmore argue off to the side.

Magic is broken, divine and arcane... Uh oh.

And now these three pillars of magical strength Vox Machina have looked up to for years are now more terrified than Vox Machina has ever seen them before.

Something was happening.

Today's the solstice, right? Wasn't Keyleth doing something related to that?

They need to get to Zephrah, but they don't know how.

Was Keyleth safe? Was it her who set the amulet off?

It's stopped flashing by now... But they don't feel like she's been lost... Is she okay now?

That feeling in Vex's chest has also subsided, but Vex has no idea what that was. (She does, but she refuses to believe such a silly idea.)

The group had to rangle horses, but they eventually set off for Keyleth's home to find some darn answers.

After Zephrah, they can try to find Grog and maybe go look for Tary over in Wildemount.

It takes longer than they'd like, but they get there only to find out she isn't here.

She's in Marquet, actually, dealing with a huge thing that they can't know about.

Keyleth didn't want them worrying about her, of course, but Zephrah could help them get to Marquet via tree.

This magic works, at least.

So they get to Marquet, but they don't really have much to go on, though whispers and rumours direct them there.

Everyone there is dead when they finally arrive, a large machine now dormant.

Black feathers are scattered everywhere, laying in pools of different coloured blood.

Keyleth isn't here, but fallen Ashari soldiers are dotted around the ruins of whatever catastrophe happened here.

They need to find Keyleth.

Vex takes one of the mysterious black feathers and tucks it into her hair.

After searching and searching, they find some first aid supplies and empty potion bottles by a tree big enough for Tree Stride.

They hope this means Keyleth got home, but it means they missed her... Frustrated, they investigate some more.

Percy is curious about the machine but can't figure out how it once operated.

Satisfied they didn't miss anything, the group began the long journey back to Emon and across the sea.

They finally get back and report to Gilmore and the ladies, who are all deeply troubled by the news.

Vox Machina then disembark once more, heading for Zephrah once again.

This time, when they arrive, Keyleth is home - and she's in the worst state any of them have ever seen her in.

Hurt, using her staff as a crutch, she's beside herself with toe-curling anger.

That is, until she sees the innocent black feather in Vex's hair and breaks down.

There is so much to tell them.

There is so much to do.

[shiningstardan]

During the process of writing fanfictions, do you have a creative block or are you able to flow a story easily?

☆ A S K T I M E ! ! !

Well... Imma try to reply to the best of my abilities. But first context:

I have come just come out from a 5-year writing pause. I won't call it a block because 5 years ago I didn't have much interest in writing, I just wrote 5 fics but didn't think much of it and even dropped one of those.

So, what have I done now that is so different and has gotten my juices flowing?

I have established some rules

1. I will not write for others.

What does this mean? I will not write expecting kudos, bookmarks or reviews. So I don't place my writing motivation on feedback, some people get writers block because they don't feel appreciated. It's hurtful but you gotta remember that you also write because you love this character and the fandoms. I've always been kind of a lone wolf irl so, I gotta conduct the same mentality on online spaces.

2. I will find what I need out of the fics I'm writing and write that

I have been investing a lot of time thinking in Naruto for example. What do I need from this story that I never got?

Hyuga lore & politics

Konoha 13 interactions

Re-imagining of the time skipped between the OG series and Shippuden.

The fact that naruto talks friendship to everybody but he only cares about 1 friend, so I need him to interact with the other.

Knowing I need this I have started writing fics using prompts that may help my inspiration. Created character profiles to know who is friends with who besides what we are told in canon. Taken advantage of certain fandom patterns, there are some headcanons that have become universal.

For example: Somehow, somewhere a fan decided that in fanfic Hinata's grandfather is called either Hideo / Hideto and the rest of the fandom just rolled with it! which brings me to my next point~

3. I don't have to start from scratch.

If you feel that you are inspired by an image, headcanon, just roll with it. Don't feel pressure to come out with "original ideas" all the time, that's exhausting. I personally love when authors reference things, so maybe you said that a character likes the color red and you repeat that in a different way every fic you have, maybe through clothes, maybe through food, maybe through objects. A nod is always welcomed.

4. I can work on something else or abandon your idea

If you are stuck with an idea you can

Sleep on it and check it later

Outline it and move on. You can write 4 or 5 sentences about what you want to happen in that section and then you can come up with the details for the scene and write something else.

Not work on it anymore, maybe you can recycle what you wrote for another project (that's how I wrote Happy Valentine's Day, I didn't want to star from scratch so I reused the first portion from a discarded idea)

5. Length doesn't define you

I'm currently writing a 20k+ fic. This is my first time writing this much and it's scary AF. I thought it would be a 2k max, because I don't have a really good imagination. In the past I have mainly written works under 1k and even a 40 part drabble pieces (if you know the technical definition drabbles are 100 words exactly). So up until now I had just written relatively short works.

Challenge yourself to write short, write a haiku, a drabble, some flash fiction (250 w) or something under 500. Just a page.

Any writing is good writing.

6. Workshop it

Talk about your story and the ideas you want to explore with a friend (that includes me now, just so you know. Whether it is an annonymous ask or a direct message, my ask box will always be open for fanfic questions, even if it's a different fandom or ship I personally don't gravitate to).

7. Educate Yourself

This last few months I have discovered that english and spanish are formatted totally different in terms of punctuation.

I have also wanted to learn more about creative writing so I watch some Lectures

That being said I think I write slowly, but enjoy it nonetheless.

[marvelandponder]

💖 📥 🖊 🌝 📝 🤔 💻 💭

Hahaha! You're going all in, huh? Thanks for the interest! Fanfic Ask Game! I'll save the snippet for last so it can live after a cut! 💖 What do you like most about your own writing? Answered this one but since you asked, only fair to answer again! Let's see, another thing... I love when my stories have good set-up and pay-off. Bevin and I love to joke that my favourite word is consequences - it's so satisfying when you get to see little seeds grow into something bigger, or something from earlier on be recontextualized into something new! Timber sure is Sunset's new best friend :D

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on? Currently, Empathy for the Devil, since it's the most recently released and Bevin and I worked the hardest on it. But that answer's probably gonna change when we start releasing The Ex Files, so I guess whatever's most recent! 🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to? Also answered, but again, only fair to give you a different answer! Someone else I'd love to write for is probably Pinkie. She's so fun and great when I've written her as a non-perspective character, I'm real excited to write in her POV! 📝 What is one growth area you have for your writing? Scene vs. summary! I actually tend towards a lot of scene, but don't summarize spans of time very often I've also been working on subtlety in my show vs tell. I'm trying to play around with language more since it didn't really come naturally to me as much as dialogue did! 🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic? Answered, but I bet I've got another one! Perfectionism. Sometimes, that's with the prose itself. Now, it's just being satisfied with the number of hours I get to spend writing per week. It's still a ton, but I have to fight the perfectionism demon who lives in my basement. He's a nasty one 💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done? I do! I was researching little things just this morning! The deepest dive has maybe been reading actual research papers on brain chemistry cross-referenced with the Greek forms of love. Ironically, what the characters techno-babble about in that story (which also involved mechanical engineering) is way less researched than the thematic stuff! The Ex Files is gonna be a really fun time! 💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work? Aww, I like this question! It's actually a tough one because I usually end up writing my headcanons into stories, so it's tough not to give away too many spoilers. Here's a small one: Sunset came out to see Timber sometime after Empathy. They hung out and had a besties weekend watching too many sitcoms, and ended up bonding over a really embarrassing one from like the 80s. It's their show now. 🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

Loathing. Unadulterated loathing is what it was.

“He thinks he’s so great,” Sunset grumbled into her punch, “...just because he kind of is. What an asshole.”

“Is he actually? You think he’s secretly a big dumb jerkface?”

“No,” Sunset sighed, disappointed. She had her arms folded save for the cup of punch in her left hand. “I’ve been scoping him out ever since camp. I know he’s clear of Equestrian magic and all, but I wanted to see if he was really as good as he seems for Twilight. And the fucker’s as big of a dork as he seems. Who’s like that? Drives me nuts.”

“You too?” Flash slapped his chest. “Oh wow, I thought it was just me! I’ve been getting weird vibes off that guy since we met him!”

More specifically, since canoeing lessons out on the lake when Timber’s shirt got wet and he pulled the sopping wet fabric off revealing a pristine six pack. Worthy of a fitness magazine, probably even better than what Flash had… once. Flash couldn’t stop staring the whole time they were out on the water, and it made Timber’s whole Charming, Able to Socialize With Everyone All the Time Super Easily routine that much more aggravating. 

Sunset really looked at him as if she hadn’t quite noticed there was anything in the room except Timber Spruce. “Dude, seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously! I hate that guy!”

Sunset lit up. “He’s the worst!” 

They clinked their plastic cups together. 

“Oh my god, okay, I’m not crazy here! I hate Timber and his stupid, perfect, handsome⁠—”

“What?”

“What?” 

Sunset stared at him, interested all of the sudden. More so than she’d been in a long time. He didn’t entirely feel like he was in on the joke, and he was almost nervous the longer she looked him over. She smiled that halfway smile of hers. “I missed you, dude.” 

 “Missed you, too.” He nudged her shoulder with his drink hand. He didn’t want that to sound like a come on, because it wasn’t, so he said the dumbest thing that came to mind (which also happened to be the first). “Good for you, moving on. Kind of, I guess. I didn’t know you had a thing for Twilight.”

Sunset’s eyes seized open and she shoved her hand over his mouth, shuffling the both of them over to the side of the room, landing them in front of the buffet table with all the fancy stuff his mom set out. She threw a glance over her shoulder and then shushed him again for good measure. “Dude! Not so loud!”

“O-oh! Okay, yeah, sorry,” he came down to her vocal level, and her height, caught up in her conspiracy. “It’s just. Seems kind of obvious. You know, with the whole⁠—” He would have gestured to all of her, but that wasn’t accurate. Just difficult to make a hand gesture to the numbered going on countless little nervous tics that Sunset once had around him that she’d been rocking around Twilight now. So he gestured to all of her. “Thing you do.”

That was unfair, and he knew it. Could have been twenty different things, especially to anybody not in the know. He just had insider information. 

“Yeah? Well, nobody else knows, okay? And I’m trying really hard to keep it that way.” While checking her back to see if anybody would overhead, Sunset got distracted with Twilight laughing nervously across the room and Timber swinging an arm over her shoulders. She grimaced. “She’s happy. And she worked really hard to get there. She deserves it. They both do, I guess, so I don’t want to be the one to ruin that.”

“Uh-huh, of course.” Flash’s eyebrows lifted. “But, it’s killing you not to go Old Sunset on their asses, huh?”

Sunset scrubbed her eyes and muffled a moan that mimicked a sob in her the palms of her hands. 

He clapped her shoulder and picked up a plate of pre-cut cake to offer out to her. “I think this one is chocolate.”

[wildelydawn]

I'm waiting for your bittersweet chocolate 90% . Will you update it? Or are you leaving it? Please answer this.🥺

Hello there! Thank you for checking in about Bittersweet Chocolate, 90%. I am not leaving it, but I am not sure when I will update it.

I don't talk about myself a lot on this blog, and I know you're not really asking about me, and perhaps the following will be way too much information and will make you and other feels really uncomfortable, but since a few people have asked about BSC90, I just want to clarify a few things.

tl;dr: I'm sad. I'll start writing and updating again soon.

I have very severe depression. And I do mean severe: the kind that where I don't get out of bed for anything, the kind that leaves my hair uncombed and unwashed for days, the kind that destroys any creative ray of sunshine in my life, the kind that worries people IRL. I zone out for hours. I have no concept of time when I do zone out. I get up out of bed when I have to, physically go to work, and immediately come back to bed when I am home. I open up my phone, muster the strength to reply to a few people, then go to Google Docs, and stare at an empty document until my phone locks. I fall asleep and repeat that cycle over and over and over again. I don't leave my apartment for anything besides work; last week was the first time I left my house in months and that was by sheer force (bless my partner for that) and I have no plans on leaving my apartment again because I simply have no will to do so. If it wasn't for my cat, I would absolutely never leave my bed. If I could, I would, and want to, just rot away in bed, and talk to no one. And I am sure many people who talk to me on here, Discord, etc. have noticed that I am taking longer and longer to reply. (In fact, I am neglecting to respond to The Woman right now, and she is someone I prioritize, always.) I could go on and on about how heavy this illness and its roots dig into me and weigh me down, and usually, I have a handle on it, and for the most part, I did! This last year These last six months have been really terrible in terms of IRL stuff, but writing, whether it's creative, or journaling, or academic, has always helped. It's always been my escape.

So you can imagine why I felt incredibly lucky to come across KinnPorsche: the Series because it does spark a lot of creativity in me. I can't believe I've written 200K words for a single fandom, let alone 150k+ words on KimChay. I spent May through November using KP and other media and writing fics to navigate my depression. I spent the last few weeks developing what I would call close friendships with people when earlier this year, I had no one to talk to. Hell, I have all the inspiration at my finger tips. I literally have projects in development with really amazing artists on here. People send me prompts and ideas and I watch my list grow and I think of how lucky I must be to be inspired. I made friends with people on Twitter. Twitter! And it's winter time, my favorite season, and I'm looking forward to the snow, the walks in cold air, my trench coats and sweater vests. And I've been updating YLTTL (which is a finished fic, but still need heavy editing.) According to the math, I should be good; I should be in a place where I can write BSC90 and update. And I should be happy.

But I am not. Right now, I am in a really bad place, and if I have the will to write, it comes in flashes that dim out rather quickly. I am frustrated. I am exercising immense self control when the urge to delete everything I've ever written and run away overtakes my head. I write things, and I delete them because nothing feels good anymore. Nothing I write feels good enough to post either. And I've never written for anyone: as in, I write for me and my health, even though BSC90 is literally for someone. But it really sucks when your own brain is telling you, "Hey! Everyone's lying to you! You're not really a good writer, and if you were, you would push past all these terrible feelings and write like you always do." And I do that often, but that methodology is not working right now because of the severity of my feelings.

Now, I am not saying that this is anyone's fault or that you or anyone who asks about my fics is a bad person or anything. I promise you that's not where I am coming from. I promise you that I appreciate every reader I have, including you. I promise you my intention with this response isn't to make you or anyone feel bad or to solicit pity or sympathy. But I do need to say something because:

1) I think people deserve honesty, no matter what.

2) I've given the "Haha I've just been really busy!" excuse over the last month and that hasn't been enough and

3) I'm beginning to feel like I'm letting people down, which I know really isn't the case, but my flickering brain is trying to convince me that I am, and my chest tells me the same thing.

I promise when I come back, Chapter 6 of BSC90 will be, I hope, worth the wait. And that despite everything I've written here, I do appreciate you asking about the story and I appreciate your patience. So please don't feel bad or some type of way if you (or anyone else) is reading this. I just want to be honest.

Thank you for reading. 🖤

[dduane]

I'm trying to figure out how to phrase this so it's genuinely curious and not accusatory, but... Why are you watching rings of power? Like, what made you give it a chance?

I've avoided it because of not wanting to support Amazon and because none of the behind the scenes glimpses have been for a show I want to watch. It's been pretty obvious from the beginning that it was going to be bad, and hate-watching still gives Amazon plenty of clicks and money...

Why am I watching it? ...Various reasons.

Curiosity. A deep investment in all works about Middle-Earth, going back just shy of six decades now. (The fanfic I started writing after Star Trek fic was Middle-Earth fic.) Professional interest (as a screenwriter) in how the producers are going to manage this unwieldy undertaking. (ETA: and some concern about that, because the two showrunners have exactly two pieces of screen credential between them—a screenplay for “Flash Gordon”, and uncredited writing work on STAR TREK: BEYOND. ...And you’re going to commission 50 hours of Very Expensive Series out of them, just like that? ...Ooooooooookay...)

And while support of Amazon naturally has problematic aspects, I already share a subscription to Prime because of GOOD OMENS and the forthcoming GOOD OMENS 2—due to @petermorwood’s and my long attachment to that universe, and a continuing desire to see what a good friend of our household (presently acting with/on behalf of another one...) is up to. ...So I'm not exactly spending anything extra to see what happens with TROP.

And also: I've got a fair amount of personal experience in waiting to see if a show that starts out looking unpromising might improve over time. So I'm willing to do that now. Things don't look all that great at the moment, but who knows? A miracle might happen. (As the old joke has it: "The horse might sing...") :)

...Anyway, thanks for inquiring.

[beels-burger-babe]

Storm Clouds on a Sunny Day

***Oooooo Teen!MC! Thank you for the request @lovevictoire! Now, although I think I'm technically Gen z??? (I could be a millennial. I have no idea). I have like 0 sense of most pop culture and probably won't be able to write that classic gen z chaotic humour properly, so I'm not going to attempt. What I can do is the hurt/comfort aspect of this which I LOVE! So, let's do this. I hope you enjoy it. ((Oh and before I forget *hugs*))***

Summary: MC has always been a happy positive ray of light that brought joy with them wherever they went; at least that's what the brothers and the other exchange students would tell you. But when they suddenly start getting quiet and begin isolating themselves, everyone is concerned.

TW: descriptions of grief.

In the darkness of the Devildom, you were the sun.

Since arriving in the dark, cruel world of the demons, you had reminded them how to smile, how to laugh, how to love. With you around, it was like the brothers had another sibling again. For the other exchange students, you were a breath of fresh amongst all the horror and despair of the Devildom.

In short, everyone had come to love and be incredibly fond of the teenage human that; which is why they noticed instantly when you weren't acting like yourself.

For starters, you had skipped breakfast, which greatly concerned Beel. The friendly giant had to go up and bring you your food afterwards.

He gently knocked on your door with one hand as he held a plate with way too much food on it in the other. "MC? Are you awake? You missed breakfast."

There was a small curse from the other side before he heard some shuffling. The door cracked open to reveal you wrapped in a bundle of blankets. It wasn't until you looked up that Beel got a good look at your face and his stomach dropped.

Your eyes were tinged red with tear tracks stained onto your cheeks. Your bottom lip was still trembling from the effort of not breaking down into sobs. There was not a trace of the sunshine child that you usually were inside of your stormy sad eyes.

Beel's heart broke as you still attempted to give him a small smile and took the plate from him. "Th-Thanks Beel."

He kept a hand on the door to prevent you from closing it. "MC, are you alright? What happened?"

Your eyes widened a little and you quickly wiped at your cheeks. "I-I'm just not feeling that well. Can...Can you tell Lucifer I'm taking a sick day?"

Beel nodded as concern grew stronger and stronger inside of him. "Of course. Whatever you need."

You weren't actually sick, Beel could tell that much. What you were was heartbroken. Something had reached into your soul and shattered it into pieces. He to ask you what it was. He wanted to reassure you that everything would be okay. But instead, he let you close the door and hurried back to his brothers.

His brothers looked at him skeptically as he arrived, noting the lack of a tiny human alongside him. It was Belphie, however, who noticed the distressed look on Beelzebub's face. "Beel, is everything alright? You look upset."

Beel simply shook his head and looked over to Lucifer. "MC has asked me to tell you that they would like to take a sick day."

Everyone was instantly on their feet in worry.

"Sick? What kind of illness? I can get any medicine they might need and look up the quickest way for them to recover." Satan quickly stated as he began to move towards the kitchen.

Belphie nodded and picked up his pillow. "If they're sick, they'll need rest right? I'll go up there and help them sleep better."

Mammon moved to go with Belphie. "I'll come with ya. They'll feel better with if their favourite's there with them."

Belphie growled and shoved Mammon as Levi spoke up. "I-I mean, I doubt they'd want to spend the entire day with me, but at the very least I can provide them with some movies and games for entertainment. In fact, it might be easier if we just, um, m-move them to my room."

Mammon and Belphie were now snapping at Levi rather than each other.

Asmo scrunched up his nose in disgust and put up his hands. "Yeah, no thanks. I love MC, but I'll leave you guys to handle all the snot and vomit thank you very much. Tell them when they're healthy, I'll give them a spa day, just the two of us."

Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Boys, Beel hadn't even told us what is wrong with them yet," everyone froze and turned to Beelzebub. Lucifer nodded and gestured for him to continue. "As you were saying, Beel."

Beel shifted uncomfortably at the attention. "Right. So, I don't think they're actually sick."

Lucifer rose an eyebrow at this as an air of defence grew around him. "You think they would lie?"

Beel huffed in annoyance and shook his head. "No. I don't think they would. But when they answered the door, they didn't look sick. They looked like they were grieving," everyone breathed in sharply at the statement, but Beel continued. "They honestly looked like they had been crying since midnight. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't get any sleep at all last night."

Lucifer frowned and finally made a move towards the door. "I, and I alone, will go speak with them. We don't want to overcrowd them. In the meantime, someone please contact Simeon just in case they truly are sick and Beel misinterpreted it," he ignored the several shouts of protest as he walked to your room.

He knocked softly on the door twice before carefully opening the door. "MC? Beelzebub informed me that you aren't feeling-"

Lucifer cut himself off as he saw you hugging your knees to your chest in bed, sobbing your heart out. He quickly made his way over and sat down beside you, gently placing a hand on your back. "MC, what's the matter? I've never seen you this upset before."

You didn't answer. You merely turned towards him and buried your face in his chest as you clung to his shirt. Lucifer quickly wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

It was almost as if he could feel your sorrow within the sounds of your cries. The way they shuttered and cracked with every inhale and vibrated with pure agony on every exhale. You were trembling violently in his arms in a way that he hadn't felt since-

Since he held his brothers after Lilith's death.

Realization came to him as he glanced over and noticed the lightly crumped picture of you and another human on your side table. His breath caught in his throat and he held you tighter. "Oh MC," he whispered softly. "I am so sorry."

He held you there, letting your tears stain his shirt without a single care. He held you as your sobs softened into sniffles. He held you as your head lolled to the side and you finally gave in to sleep.

Lucifer had been about to fall asleep himself when he noticed the door open. Simeon, Luke and Solomon stood there with equal expressions of concern.

Luke took one look at your tear-stained face before a flicker of fury and angelic protectiveness flashed across his face. He opened his mouth to shout at Lucifer, but was stopped as a hand came over his mouth.

Solomon looked down at him sternly. "They're sleeping, Luke, and clearly in need of it. You don't want to wake them."

Luke huffed and slapped Solomon's hand away before going over to the bed and climbing in beside you and Lucifer.

Simeon pulled out a bag that clinked and clattered from the vials within it. "Satan had said that there was a possibility MC was ill?"

Lucifer sighed and continued to rub circles into your back while Luke gently dried your face with a handkerchief. "Unfortunately it seems the only illness they have is a broken heart." He nodded to the picture on the nightstand. "They appear to have lost someone. Today must be an anniversary of some sort that reminded them of it."

Both Solomon and Simeon's faces softened at the explanation. Simeon put the bag away. "I'm afraid I don't have anything that can help with that."

Solomon nodded. "It's a feeling I believe we are all familiar with," he stood in silent thought before snapping his fingers and grinning. "I know what will cheer them up! Some soup! It most certainly cheers me up whenever I'm upset. I'll go make them a pot right away," he smiled proudly as he left the room, missing the look of horror on everyone else's face.

"Oh my," Simeon began, "I better go supervise and make sure he doesn't accidentally poison them. Luke, do you wish to come?"

He shook his head and hugged you. "I'm not leaving them."

Simeon smiled fondly and glanced up to Lucifer who shrugged. "So long as he doesn't mind being the presence of a demon, I suppose he can stay."

Luke grumbled and continued looking at your hand as he held his up to it and compared sizes. "If they were able to fall asleep around you and you were able to comfort them...maybe you're not so bad."

Simeon raised an eyebrow in shock and laughed a little. "Well there you have it," he looked back to Lucifer. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."

He nodded and watched the older angel leave.

@thegrimgrinningghost

Although the day was a rough one for you, there was not a second where you felt alone. There was always someone to hold you, to listen to you, and comfort you when you needed it most.

On days when sadness and despair threatened to cloud over the Devildom's only source of sunshine, the lords of the Devildom and your friends would be there to keep you warm until the sun could shine again.

***I hope you enjoyed this cute little comfort fic! Thanks again for the request @lovevictoire!***

TAGLIST

@henry-and-the-seven-lords

@satans-beloved-riv

@cosmixbun

@sufzku

[sirenascales]

-> double black [part one] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPov!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A night out drinking leads to a small misunderstanding with a handsome, yet dangerous man. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader]

3,894 words

note: edited this so it could still be read as a reader fic! it's actually a lot of fun writing in first person! hope those who read this enjoy my first bsd fic!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

I've experienced a lot of amazing things since I've moved to Japan. A new job in a different country, new co-workers and friends, work parties, themed bars, cafes, and hookups with pretty strangers. There was a long list of great things I've had going on, and a long list of things I've never expected... and being fired from the job I had for a year was not one of them.

"A year of hard work... for nothing," I mumbled bitterly as I sat at the bar with my close friend, and now ex-coworker, Keiko. She was beautiful, with long black hair and brown eyes. She frowned, a sympathetic look on her pretty face as she sighed.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "I'm sure you'll find something else soon! You have an awesome resume, and you're an amazing worker who can speak English, Japanese AND Spanish... there is totally a place for you out there!"

Keiko has always been supportive and enthusiastic, a really bright and friendly girl who made it her mission to befriend me as soon as I started working with her. She was relentless, and soon enough, I found myself spending many hours with the woman.

"Yeah..." I just mumbled again and she laughed softly.

"It's okay to mope... that's why I brought you here!"

"Yeah, about that," I started, sending Keiko a look as I swiveled the stool so my body faced her. "Why did you bring me here?" As soon as the work day was done, Keiko immediately dragged me to what was clearly a mafia bar. That didn't surprise me, since she was actually dating a mafioso.

A mafioso, who was part of the Port Mafia. It wasn't long after I moved to Yokohama that I started to hear stories about the organization, and was also warned not to cross them. Of course, with my luck, I became best friends with someone who dated someone who was in the Port Mafia. How a sweet girl like Keiko ended up with a man like him, I'll never know.

What I do know is that Taichi adored Keiko, gave her everything she could possibly want and need with the money he makes, and that was just being a normal grunt! Even so, it was dangerous, but Keiko didn't seem to mind.

"I come here with Taichi all the time," Keiko answered, sipping her drink. I turned to sip on my own. "You can't tell me it isn't luxurious." It was. My jaw had dropped to the floor when we first stepped into the very luxurious bar. "Don't worry about it, okay? Drink your sadness away! You're safe here. Since I am Taichi's woman, and you're with me, nothing will happen, okay?"

"Where is Taichi anyway?" I asked, glancing over her shoulder when I spotted a group of men walking in through the entrance. I missed the way the light left Keiko's eyes, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously. My eyes were on the men, which in the middle was a man with orange hair, a black hat adorning his head. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, my eyes looking at the very handsome man up and down. I swallowed thickly.

"He had a job tonight and couldn't make it. He'll be home to- hey, what are you looking at?" Annoyed at me ignoring her, she turned in her seat, a shocked look on her face before she smiled tightly.

"Taichi! I thought you had an assignment!"

"Hey, babe! We finished early, which was quite surprising, honestly."

The couple embraced and I barely registered the mushy love between the two as I watched the ginger man lead the rest of the group further into the bar. He walked by me, and before I knew it, dark blue eyes were staring right at me, eyebrows furrowed.

"The hell are you looking at?" he sneered and my face turned red, heart dropping in my chest.

"No one! I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, quickly turning back around and facing the bar.

"Tch. Whatever," the man only responded before walking off.

"You look like a cherry," Taichi said, clearly amused. I sent him a half-hearted glare, Keiko slapping his chest lightly.

"Be nice to her. She got fired today."

"Ohh, that sucks. If you need help-"

"She won't take it," Keiko said with a huff. "Stubborn ass."

I rolled my eyes at her, biting my lip nervously as I fiddled with my glass. "So uh... who was that guy? With the hat?"

Taichi blinked. "Oh, that's Chuuya Nakahara."

"Is he part of the Port Mafia?"

Taichi barked out a laugh, Keiko giggling softly behind her hand.

"Baby... he's an executive. Chuuya works closely with the leader of the Port Mafia."

"And I work under Chuuya," Taichi finished, amused at how wide my eyes have gotten at the answer.

"You mean to tell me... I pissed off... an executive member..." I was dismayed, heart pounding in my chest.

"Hmm, probably. Don't go home alone tonight," Taichi grinned as I balked, clearly having fun torturing me.

"Taichi! Babe, don't listen to him."

I gulped nervously, downing the rest of my drink before signaling to the bartender to get me another one.. "R-right..." Despite my better judgment, I turned my head, looking towards the obvious VIP section of the bar. Chuuya sat with some other grunts, a glass of what seemed to be red wine in his hand. Of course, his eyes found mines yet again and I whipped my head back around. Fuck, I did it again! I quickly downed the newly made drink, unaware of Chuuya's eyes narrowing as he watched me.

"Nooo, do you have to go?" a drunk Keiko whined as she latched onto my arm, a forever amused Taichi watching on. "Don't leave me with hiiiiiiim."

"I want to go home, dammit," I huffed, successfully peeling her off of me and handing her to her boyfriend. "I have to start job hunting tomorrow. Thank you for bringing me here, I do feel better and I love you but... I'm tired."

"Ugh, you are such an old lady!" Keiko whined again and I couldn't help but laugh, turning to start walking towards the exit.

"Goodnight, you too. Please get her home safe, Taichi."

"I wouldn't count on it~"

I rolled my eyes at his teasing, leaving the two behind as I left the bar. I stepped out into the cool night air, shivering a bit as I closed my cardigan tightly around me. I wore a simple but cute outfit; a black dress with burgundy tights underneath, black flats on my feet and my favorite tan cardigan over the entire outfit. It helped me fight off a bit of the cold, but as I started to walk down the block, I grabbed my phone to start searching through my usual rideshare app.

I didn't get far. My phone cluttered to the ground as it fell out my hands, a gasp leaving my mouth as I was slammed against the nearby brickwall of a narrow, dark alleyway.

"Who the fuck are you?" a familiar voice hissed and I'm shocked to find Chuuya Nakahara glaring daggers at me, his strong hands pinning my arms against the wall. He growled when I didn't answer. "Answer me! Who sent you here?!"

"N-No one!" I cried out, shaking like a leaf. Of course, of course I would be confronted by a fucking high level member of one of the most dangerous organizations in Japan. "I swear, I just came here with my friend."

Chuuya growled again and he flipped me around, pressing my front against the wall. "Stay still," he grunted, and my face started to heat up as I felt his gloved hands quickly feel along my body. He was frisking me, and I gulped when he shoved his hand under my dress, producing the knife I had strapped to my thigh.

"I carry that to protect myself," I immediately explained, Chuuya turning me around again to face him. His eyes were still narrowed, staring me down as if trying to figure out what the hell I was up to.

"And the bouncer didn't pat you down?" he questioned and I shook my head quickly.

"No, he didn't pat me or Keiko down."

"Tch, that's Taichi's woman," he said, though he still looked at me with narrow eyes, hesitating a bit before he turned my knife in his hand, handing it back to me hilt first. "You sure know how to make yourself look suspicious."

I cringed a bit as I strapped my knife to my thigh strap again. I missed how Chuuya's eyes lingered, him licking his lips. "That's my fault I... I know I was staring..." I could feel my face heat up again and I couldn't even look Chuuya in his face. "S-sorry if I creeped you out. I don't mean any harm. Keiko brought me here 'cause I got fired and she wanted to help me feel better..."

"Hm," was his only reply, crossing his arms over his chest. "What you do to fuck up?"

My mouth fell and I sputtered as I tried to come up with the words. "What do you mean?! I didn't fuck up!" I protested. "It literally came out of nowhere! I worked my ass off all year, only to get fired 'cause I wasn't what they needed anymore. Fucking bullshit."

Chuuya was amused by my little vent, snickering a bit as he gave me a quick look up and down. "I'm sure it wasn't your winning personality."

I scoffed. "Says the one that shoved a random woman against a wall?! That hurt, you bastard!"

Chuuya raised his eyebrows at me, and I immediately slapped my hands over my mouth.

Oh no. Fuck, I forgot who I was talking to.

Chuuya snickered again, his eyes flashing in amusement. He stepped closer to me, making me press back against the wall again. Chuuya leaned his face close to mine, a smug smirk on his face as he spoke.

"Be careful who you talk to like that," he hummed, and I shivered despite feeling some of his body heat. "Someone might just cut out your tongue for talking back like that. Me? Well, it'd be a waste, especially when I think of all the things I could make you do with it."

I squeaked, the heat never leaving my face as I stared at Chuuya with a puzzled expression on my face. The sudden switch up was giving me whiplash... and lowkey turning me on. "I..." I stuttered, looking away and finally noticing my phone still on the ground. "Crap, I hope it's not broken."

I rushed over to pick my phone up, ignoring Chuuya's hard stare on me. I looked over my phone, sighing in relief when I saw that it had sustained no damages.

Chuuya then stepped up to me, jerking his head back towards the bar before walking off. "Let me take you home. Take that as an apology for being so rough on you."

I blinked. "Um..."

"Hurry up!"

"Okay!" I squeaked and followed after the man quickly, chewing on my lip as I asked myself... what the fuck was I doing? Am I really about to get inside this man's car? He was a stranger! Who frisked me! Let alone, he is clearly a dangerous man.

I must be insane.

"Tell me," Chuuya started and I was dumbfounded as he approached a rather cool looking motorcycle. No way. "What the hell were you being so creepy for?" He turned to me and asked, an all-knowing smirk on his face. I blushed deeply. Of course, he already was able to figure it out once he realized that I wasn't a threat.

"No reason," I huffed out, earning a low laugh as Chuuya grabbed the only helmet I could see. I looked at him confused, gasping when he unceremoniously placed the helmet over my head. "What about you?"

"I don't need it," Chuuya simply answered before he finally mounted his bike. "Come on, you little liar. Hop on."

I couldn't help but stare, my mouth going dry as I took in the image of this handsome bastard with his bike. The engine roared as he turned it on, revving it a bit and making me make a mess in my panties.

"Hey, ya done eyefucking me, dollface?"

I sputtered. "I was NOT eyefucking you!" I stormed over to the bike, glaring at the grinning bastard as I climbed onto the bike behind him.

Chuuya snorted. "Yeah, like you weren't eyefucking me earlier in the bar," he retorted, easily reaching behind him to grab my wrists, pulling me against his back as he wrapped my arms around him. I was stunned silent, from his words, and his actions and the fact that his back felt so solid.... and he smelled so good...

"I was not..." I mumbled, pressing my cheek against his back. "Shut the fuck up."

He laughed darkly, and that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Where do you live?" Chuuya asked and I hesitantly told him my address. "I know where that is. Hold on."

"You do? It's on the other side of the city," I said and Chuuya just chuckled softly, looking over his shoulder and smirking at me.

"And who exactly runs this city?"

I clamped my mouth shut, his eyes staring into mine. I blushed and looked away from him. He turned his head back around with an amused laugh, the engine revving as he took off on his bike.

"Hold tight, dollface!"

He didn't have to tell me twice, my arms tightening around his torso as he sped down the street, weaving in and out of traffic. It was scary, but also so fucking exhilarating. My heart was thudding in my chest, my eyes watering because of the wind. Still, I kept them open, wanting to watch the world blur by us. Chuuya made a sharp, right turn, making me scream while he laughed loudly. 

"Man up!" he yelled at me.

"Stop driving like a crazy person!" I yelled back.

I didn't see the large, almost evil smirk that grew on Chuuya's face. Didn't see him licking his lips excitedly as he eyed a rather tall building coming up ahead.

"Tell me, dollface," he hollered back at me, revving the engine and I gulped as I held him tighter, his bike going faster. A bad feeling started to settle in my stomach, balking when he asked his next question. "Do you want to defy gravity?"

I didn't have time to answer, not when I finally realized that we were heading right towards the side of the building. I couldn't even scream, fear striking me as I suddenly started to see red, body jostling as Chuuya maneuvered the bike to jump in the air.... before landing perfectly on the side of the building and continuing vertically up towards the sky.

"Don't let go!" Chuuya sneered. Like that was ever going to happen.

I didn't dare turn my head to look down, my wide eyes staring up into the night sky as we made it closer to the top of the building. I couldn't even think straight, my body just running on nothing but adrenaline and fear.

"Ch-Chuuya!" I gasped out sharply, the bike finally making it to the roof of the building. Chuuya didn't slow down though, only barreling towards the edge and I started to panic. "Chuuya! What are you doing?!"

Chuuya only snickered, revving the engine once more before sending the bike flying off the edge of the building. I squeak and screw my eyes shut, pressing my face against the middle of his back. I didn't want to watch us plummet to our doom.

"Hey, idiot, open your eyes."

I whimpered and shook my head. "N-No..."

Chuuya sucked his teeth. "Just open your eyes! You'll regret it if you don't."

Biting my lip, I wanted a moment before I lifted my head up and opened my eyes, a small gasp leaving my mouth as I looked around me.

We were still floating in the air, biking moving through the sky. The City of Yokohama was lit up beautifully underneath us. I looked over, seeing the ocean at a distance, the ferris wheel lit up and spinning slowly. My mouth had fallen open, eyes wide in wonder. Chuuya was looking back at me, a triumphant grin on his face.

We made it to my apartment and Chuuya stood over me, an amused smile on his face as he watched me melt on the ground after I got off his bike.

"That was intense..." I mumbled, still feeling the effects of flying through the fucking sky. "I shouldn't even be surprised that you're gifted, with the power that you have already in the Port Mafia."

"Yeah, it was pretty great, huh," Chuuya said smugly, gloved hands stuffed in his coat pockets. I laughed softly, slowly standing up with my shaky legs. He took one look at my frazzled state and he grew even more smug. "That's a cute look on you, though if I really had my way with you, you wouldn't even be able to stand."

My face turned hot, sputtering as I tried to respond, but I had nothing to even say. Because the thought of actually inviting Chuuya inside and--

"Fuck..." I breathed out softly, looking at the man standing before me. His eyes didn't leave mine, the heat in them making a shiver go down my spine. "Do you... want to come inside?"

Chuuya fixed his hat on top of his head. "Lead the way, dollface."

"So... your ability lets you control gravity?" I asked once we made it inside the elevator of my apartment building. We were going fifteen stories up, after Chuuya parked his bike safely, of course.

"To put it simply, yes," Chuuya answered, stepping closer to me. I gasped softly when he grabbed my chin, the leather of his glove pressing against my skin. "But we're not here to talk about that." He pressed himself against me fully, leaning his face in until his lips hovered just above mine. I shivered, looking at him with hooded eyes. "This will be a one time thing, dollface."

I nodded, appreciating his honesty. "Of course," I replied just as the elevator stopped on my floor, doors sliding open. I grinned at him. "So let's make it count."

He liked the sound of that, grabbing my wrist and leading me out the elevator. I rushed to my apartment, grabbing my keys and hurriedly unlocking the door before opening it.

The door slammed shut as Chuuya immediately pressed me against it, his lips on mine in a fervorous kiss. I knocked his hat off his head as I ran my fingers through Chuuya's hair, moaning when his hands started to roam all over my body.

"Fuck..." I moaned softly when Chuuya started to kiss down my neck, squealing when he squeezed on my ass.

"Damn... you won't be able to fucking sit right, either," he growled against my neck as he massaged my ass and thighs. "Let's go."

Groaning when he moved himself away from me, I rushed to lead Chuuya to my bedroom, our clothes coming off in the process and making a trail on the floor.

It didn't take us too long to start really going at it, our lust fueling us to incredible heights. Chuuya held my hips tightly with his leather clad hands, thrusting his hard cock in and out of my soaking pussy.

He was fucking me hard, my body just sprawled on the bed as I moaned and grunted from the pleasure this man was giving me. "Fuck, fuck, Chuuya!" I whined, making the man grin widely as he kept his pace. Sweat covered both of our bodies, moans and deep growls mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"That's right, dollface, ride me," Chuuya smirked up at me, now on his back as I bounced up and down on his cock. His hands were right on my hips, his eyes going back and forth between  watching my bouncing breasts and watching his cock disappear inside my heat. "Fuck, you're so fucking sexy," he growled, thrusting up particularly hard and making me toss my head back, screaming when I finally fucking cum.

"Oh my God!" I gasped sharply, still squeezing around him as I began to slow down. "Oh fuck... it's so good," I moaned, reaching out and hooking my finger into Chuuya's black choker. I pulled and he pushed himself up, lips meeting mine in a messy kiss.

I moaned against his mouth, still slowly riding him as his hands ran up and down my sides, the leather cool against my skin. Then, Chuuya placed his hands on my hips, and with a mischievous little smirk, he licked his lips. Immediately, my body started to feel a little bit lighter, and Chuuya started to effortlessly bounce me up and down on his cock, 100% controlling my body with his ability.

"Chuuya..." I moaned his name, head lolling back. He continued to maneuver my body, little grunts and moans leaving his own mouth as he worked to reach his own pleasure, and mine.

I came again, tears falling down my face from the intense pleasure, and that was enough for Chuuya to pull me off of him completely, putting me on my knees before him on the bed. His hand grabbed the back of my neck and he pushed my head down, stuffing his cock in my mouth.

"Take it," he growled, his hands in my hair and using it to push my head up and down as he fucked my mouth. I moaned around him, a new wave of pleasure washing over me as I let the mafioso use me as he wanted. Soon enough, he exploded into my mouth, and I made sure I swallowed all of him.

"Fuck, that's hot..." Chuuya breathed out when I opened my mouth to show him that I did so. "You're such a good girl, dollface."

That made me flustered and I looked away shyly, earning a chuckle from him. I looked over when I felt him get up from the bed, thinking that he would leave. Instead, he just gave me a look. "Where is your shower?"

We showered together,  which took longer than needed because Chuuya couldn't keep his hands to himself. I was surprised when he climbed into bed with me afterwards, allowing me to cuddle against him as we slowly fell asleep.

I wasn't surprised though, when I woke up the next morning, sore and alone. I didn't get too upset about it, though. Chuuya laid it out clear and I accepted it and moved on.

I sat on my dining room table, looking through the newspaper as I sipped on my morning coffee. I was looking for a new job and figured looking at the local ads wouldn't hurt.

"Hm... let's see..." I whispered, reaching over and grabbing my knife. I ran the tip of it down the paper, stopping when one particular ad stuck out. "Hm... the Armed Detective Agency, huh? Interesting..." I set my knife down, staring at the ad as I took another careful sip of coffee.

-End

[chaoticforever]

Obsession and Turnouts | Yandere Peter Parker x Male! Reader

A/N: Peter is 18 in this fic. Just to let everyone know, and I've decided to write a Yandere fic with him, since there is like one other one with a male reader.

Peter Parker can't stop staring at you.

Across the cafeteria, you sat with the other popular kids since you were the most popular guy in the entire school.

The sunlight beamed down on you through the cafeteria windows and Peter was mesmerized by your beauty. With your amazing H/C hair that always looks so soft and touchable, and your beautiful E/C eyes that always light up when you are making others laugh, or even just speaking to people. You were so handsome. More handsome than many male models today.

"Dude you need to stop staring. It's kinda creepy." Ned spoke up from beside him, watching as his best friend couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Too late for that. It's already creepy." MJ commented, seeing the daze that Peter was in, and Peter looked down at his tray, blushing slightly from being caught.

I know, I just can't help myself sometimes." Peter admitted.

He peeked over at you only to end up locking eyes with you.

He wanted to smile at you, but Peter was too nervous and ended up talking to Ned, and occasionally MJ.

You stood up from your seat and started walking in the direction of where Peter and his friends were sitting.

Ned noticed this and nudged Peter shoulder, "Dude, is Y/N walking over to our table?" He questioned and Peter looked over to see that you were walking in there direction, "He is! Jeez, Peter. You pissed off the most popular guy in school from staring at him too much! He is gonna kill us now!" Ned exclaimed, panicky as MJ kicked him underneath the table.

Chill out, losers." MJ suggested as you sat down in front of Peter, next to MJ with a bright smile on your face directed at Peter who heart skipped a beat when you smiled at him like that.

"Uh, hey. Parker, right?"

"Yeah, that's me! Peter Parker. Or just Peter. Or Parker. Either one is just fine. You can call me whatever you like." Peter rambled on, blushing slightly. He was ruining his chance to talk to his crush.

Ned and MJ mentally facepalmed while you just chuckled at Peter's nervousness.

"Okay. Anyways, I was wondering if you could help me with my chemistry work? I'm failing his class and if I don't get at least a B on the next test, my parents will definitely kill me."

Of course I could help you!" Peter responded enthusiastically.

Ever since that day in the cafeteria, Peter has been talking to you a lot when you weren't with your friends. And he loved every second he got to spend with you.

Ned and MJ have gotten to know you a little better and they all realized that you weren't like majority of your friends. You were very popular, but you weren't a dick like most of your friends, and you were very sweet and kind to everyone, even the nerds of Midtown High. MJ and Ned could see why Peter fell for you so hard. You were absolutely perfect.

You've even managed to get Flash to stop messing with Peter. He even came up to Peter and apologized to him, but still tormented other nerds around the school.

Peter's obsession grew the more time he spent with you. He even resorted to taking pictures of you from afar. Whether he was out with you at his apartment and you accidentally fell asleep, or him watching you from afar as Spiderman.

He even asked you about Spiderman one day. He was desperate to know what you thought of him. How you perceived him and if he was your favorite superhero.

"I like Spiderman a lot. I admire him for saving people's lives, you know? And he seems so young to be fighting crimes and mischief. That takes a lot of bravery and I respect that. An added bonus is that I bet he's pretty cute under that mask."

Cute.

You though that Peter, or Spiderman more specifically was cute.

This confirmed that you were into guys and that he had a chance with you. And now, Peter would have to try things to gain your affection.

Lately, Peter has been so caught up in a daze with you, enjoying conversations that he has been having with you that he doesn't even realize that it has all been about your friend, Megan. That any questions you asked him, somehow your friend Megan popped up in the conversation and you would always compare similarities between the two.

It wasn't until late at night that he realized a few things.

One, that you were one of the smartest kids in Midtown High and that you never gotten below a B on a test, or in any class which made no sense for you to ask him for help.

And two, the only reason you talked him was because Megan was your best friend and had a crush on him.

You didn't need help with Chemistry. Just wanted to help your friend.

Would you even continue to talk to Peter? Would you stop speaking to him once you realize that he isn't interested in your best friend, but interested in you?

Peter wouldn't let that happen. Don't think that you can cut him off, or stop speaking to him because he won't allow that.

And he would make sure of that.

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"Pick me up in about an hour, okay?" You told your driver, and family's personal assistant and butler, Sebastian who nodded his head.

"I will be back in one hour, Mr. L/N."

"Sebastian," You sighed, "I told you to just call me Y/N. You don't need to be so formal all the time and my parents aren't here right now." You reminded him.

Sebastian shook his head, "It is common courtesy for me to address someone as wealthy as you are formally. I will be back in exactly one hour, Mr. L/N."

He took off and you stared at the car heading down the road.

Gosh, you wish he would stop calling you by your last name. You viewed him as a friend, someone who you can talk to about anything and nothing. You wished that he would at least call you by your first name.

Shaking your head, you walked inside the studio where you will be taking photoshoots.

Your parents decided that you were model worthy and signed you up for modeling classes where you were allowed to take photoshoots and even let artist's draw you.

Honestly, you didn't mind the photoshoots and drawings of you. You loved being in front of the cameras. You would always light up when those cameras are on you, as the flash takes the picture. You were very photogenic. Everyone always told you that, and you knew that yourself, too.

Now, you didn't know if you wanted that for a career because of everything that comes with being famous, but it's definitely an option for you.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice shouted from behind.

You whipped around and a smile broke out onto your features, "Hey Michael!"

Michael was the one who monitors all the photoshoots and drawings you model for. And he was an awesome friend to you as well.

"Ready to start? You only got one photoshoot today." He told you.

Only one? Cool, so you didn't have to stay for an hour. You could go home, or to Parker's house. You really liked the little nerd.

"Yes! Let's get started."

After 45 minutes of pictures and changing outfits, you were finished.

This had to be one of the quickest photoshoots you've had in a while.

Since Sebastian would be here in about 15 minutes, you decided to head to the cafe across the street and for some strange reason, you felt an uneasy feeling. Like someone was watching you. The same feeling you felt when you were at your photoshoot.

You glanced wearily over your shoulder and looked all around, but only seeing people walking down the streets of New York, trying to get to their destination.

You started walking across the street and didn't even see the speeding car, flying down the road at top speed.

"Look out!" Someone shouted.

You looked to your left and saw a car coming your way quick. You knew that you wouldn't be able to out run this fast car, so you shut your eyes and covered your head, waiting for the initial impact.

Before the car could hit you, web shooters could be heard in the distance and someone picked you up and flew you into an alley.

Once you were set down on the ground, you blinked, jaw agape. Standing before you was no other than Spiderman.

"Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?" Spiderman asked and you shook your head.

You didn't know why he sounded so familiar.

"I'm fine," You told him as he kept his arms around your body. You thought he would have let go, but you didn't mind all that much if you were being honest, "You may not know this, but I admire you a lot."

"I know. Peter told me!" Spiderman said enthusiastically.

"Peter? As in Peter Parker?" You questioned and he nodded.

"Yeah! Since he's Mr. Stark's intern, I see him around the tower a lot." He replied.

"Well, isn't he a lucky guy." You stated, and Peter started sweating slightly under the mask.

Having you this close to him with his arms still wrapped around you made him want to push you up against the wall and kiss you deeply. Peter could smell your shampoo in your hair and it smelled absolutely amazing. He wanted for the both of you to stay this way forever and never let you go, but he needed to figure out how to get you to like him as Peter and not just Spiderman.

He untangled himself from you, "Well, I'm glad that you're okay and make sure to get home safely. I have to go now." He was about to leave when you latched onto his wrist and he turned to stare at you questionably.

"Wait a second, I wanna do something." You removed your hand from his wrist and started trying to remove his mask as he grabs your wrist, and you could see him gulp through the mask.

"I don't want you to know my identity." He muttered.

"Don't worry about that." You replied, "I won't see your face." You reassured him and he released your arm. You pulled up his mask, so that his lips were the only thing that was shown.

Peter's heart started beating faster and faster as you started leaning in. This is everything that Peter wanted. To feel your soft lips against his. He leaned in closer as you did the same and finally, Peter's lips met yours.

The warmth of your mouth sent a shiver down Peter's spine. You threw your arms around Spiderman's neck as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

You've imagined kissing Spiderman before, but in a totally different way. You imagined him hanging upside down as you kissed him in the rain, but this was so much better.

You broke the kiss after sometime, much to Peter's dismay. He wanted to keep kissing you, claiming your lips as his own, but this would have to do for now.

"See you around, Spiderman."

Spiderman took off into the sky and for the entire day, he had a huge grin plastered on his face. Peter kissed you. He kissed the guy who he is practically obsessed with.

Peter babbled to MJ and Ned that the two of you kissed and were now dating.

That kiss made Peter delusional. He was stuck in his delusional that the two of you were together since you kissed him as Spiderman. To him, that kiss was a symbol that you two were made for each other.

The day after the kiss happened when you two were at school, Peter went to his locker and saw you talking to Megan and Tessa about you meeting Spiderman.

He decided to listen in.

"Wait, you kissed Spiderman?" Tessa questioned happily as you nodded.

"Yes, and it was absolutely amazing." You grinned at the blonde and brunette.

"Are you guys dating?!" Megan asked, squealing along with Tessa.

You just shook your head, "No. It was just a kiss, that's all." You replied as both of them let of sighs and stopped squealing, "But, I plan on finding out who he is and asking him out."

Peter didn't understand. The two of you were dating. Why would you need to ask him out?

"Ugh, why is everyone dating someone expect me?" Megan said, leaning against the locker and you let out a sigh.

"Okay, I tell you what. As soon as i get Spiderman to go out with me. I will make sure that you win Parker's heart."

"Really?" Megan asked. The frown that was on her face was replaced with a small hopeful smile.

"Sure, I'll play cupid for you guys." You said, putting your books in your bag and shutting your locker as Tessa grabs both you and Megan's arm.

"We can talk about this later. Let's go meet up with Ryder and Rahim before class starts." Tessa dragged you both down the hall and Peter stared at your retreating figure, enraged.

This wasn't how it was suppose to happen. You were suppose to like Peter, not Spiderman. And you were still trying to set him up with your friend? Peter didn't want to do this, but he had no choice. He had to take you for himself and he would use Spiderman to do it.

When nightfall came, you stood in an alley, hoping that Spiderman would pop on by. When he didn't come, you thought that he was probably out fighting crime and was about to leave when Spiderman popped down in front of you.

You were about to greet him when he puts a cloth over your mouth. You're eyes went wide and passed out a few seconds later from inhaling it.

You awoke slowly and felt someone's arms around you.

Glancing over you shoulder, you saw Spiderman with his mask only covering part of his face. His lips being the only thing shown.

You tried to be as quick as possible, hoping to get away from this masked monster that you once called a hero, and ever admired.

You squirmed in his arms, trying to get free. But his grip was tight. There was no way he should be this strong. You worked out three times a week, but this was a superhero.

He awoke because of your squirming and pulled you closer to his chest, kissing you on the forehead.

"You don't have to be scared, Y/N. I'll take good care of you." He muttered lovingly which made you sick, pulling you closer if that was even possible.

"You need to let me go, pal!" You demanded, the rope burning your wrist and ankles as you kept trying to get out of this.

He shook his hand, caressing your face as his eyes softened, moving forward and pressing his lips against yours.

"Don't worry, Y/N. You will love me in time. We are meant to be together. I knew it ever since you kissed me that day in the alley. When your lips were upon might, I felt a spark that I've never felt before with anyone. You're gonna be with me the way I knew you would."

This was crazy. This man was suppose to be a superhero. The friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He wasn't suppose to be a deranged person who kidnaps innocent good lookin' people.

Sometimes, you hated being so hot.

Spiderman left, saying that he had to help people in the neighborhood. What, help kidnap more people?

As soon as he left you in whatever place you were being held, you reached for one of your boots on the floor and pulled out a knife that you kept hidden in the bottom part. You were very lucky to have worn these boots today.

Once the ropes were off, you fiddled with the lock on the door that wouldn't open. Once that didn't work, you didn't the only thing you could think of.

Scream.

"Somebody help me!" You kept screaming as you banged on the warehouse door.

"Y/N? Are you in here?" That voice. You knew that voice all too well.

"Parker? Is that you?" You questioned.

Peter opened the door to the warehouse and you ran outside, pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

"Thank you so much, Parker!"

Peter wrapped him arms around you, a smirk plastered on his face.

It's all working according to plan.

He pulled back and looked at you, concern showing on his face, "What happened to you? And why are you in a warehouse all alone at night?" He asked.

"I'll tell you everything at your apartment." You replied.

Arriving at the apartment, you told Peter everything once you were settled in his room. Peter pretended to be shocked and asked if you were okay. You told him your were fine and was about to call Sebastian to come pick you up when Peter asked if you wanted to stay the night.

You wanted to tell your parents what happened because they would make sure that Spiderman never saw the light of day since they are pretty powerful people, but you were drained so you accepted his offer.

He offered you his bed and went to sleep on the floor when you stopped him by grabbing his hand.

"You can sleep in the bed with me, you know? Were both guys, so there isn't anything weird about that and that way you don't have to sleep on the floor."

Peter definitely said yes and crawled into the bed next to you.

"Thanks for saving my life again and I'm gonna take you out to show you my appreciation." You murmured.

You fell asleep in a few mintues as Peter watched over you and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

This was a victory for Peter because you would now love him for saving your life.

"You're mine, Y/N and I'm never letting you go." He whispered in your ear.

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