#the poll closes tomorrow friends and loved ones!

[chrissturniolosbitch]

CAUGHT

a/n: this sucks, and i made it at 4am while high.

summary: matt, and y/n are bsf's, and well... matt leaves to get food, comes home, see's y/n touchin herself, and then fucks her😃...

warnings: cursing, sex, language, toys, overstimulation, fingering. idk what else...

a/n: i posted a poll asking what smut i should post TOMORROW.. and yall picked this one butt i wanted to post it today...

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Me and matt have always been close. We did practically everything together.

growing up with him, and his brothers are memories i will never forget.

matt always was there for me tho. Not saying nick, chris, or anyone else wasnt, its just i always knew matt would help me when i was sad, and would always just in general be there for me through anything

with all his kind actions, and just being with him the most i started catching feelings for him.

i loved everything about him.

His tattoos, his hands, his eyes, his hair, his lips, his body, his waist. Everything.

Chris, and Nick went to madis house to have a sleepover there. Leaving me and matt home alone.

matt, and i played board games, and played fortnite, then we started watching a movie.

after about 45 minutes into the movie matt got hungry.

"Hey im going to get Mcdonald's, do you want anything" He said pausing the movie we were watching, "No ill be fine, and ill stay back im kinda sleepy" I lied.

today all day matt has been so clingy. Not in a sexual way, but in an affectionate way. Trying to show me he loves me as a friend, and wanted to be by me today.

the thought of matt roaming my head. its not that i didnt want to go.

I just wanted to touch myself.

Matt noded, got up, grabbed his keys, and opened the door, "Ill be back soon!" he said before he closed the door, locking it behind him.

As soon as the door shut i got up, and ran to his room.

As soon as i got in his room i dimmed the lights, turned on a playlist, and grabbed my vibrator.

as soon as i layed on the bed I took my fingers, and slowly rubbed my clothed clit thinking of matt, and how good he would feel inside of me, how big his dick was, and how far the buldge in my stomach would go.

i slipped my shorts of, and turned my vibrator on the highest setting getting right into action.

"fuck" i moaned out the familiar sensation making my heart beat out of my chest.

i suddenly stopped and took off my shirt, and bra.

When i took everything off, say it by tory lanez started playing. I always wondered what it would be like having sex to this song.

i reattached my vibrator to my aching clit, and moaned at the feeling.

I about to reach my climax when i heard a faint gasp.

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(matt's POV:)

I came back home after i got food, y/n said she didnt want anything but i knew she would ask for something of mine, so i got her some.

I got my house key out, and unlocked the door.

As soon as i entered i heard loud wimpers.

fuck is she okay?

is she safe?

I ran upstairs, and called her name. No responce, just more moans, and wimpers.

I got to the door, and opened it. I gasped at the sight infront of my eyes.

Her beautiful body, he fingers touching her beautiful pussy, and the way her head way thrown back because of the immense pleasure she was feeling.

She shot a look at me, "MATT WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY" she screamed, i was getting harder, and harder by the second.

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(Y/n's POV:)

matthew stuniolo walked in on me fucking myself.

Matt didnt leave he just stood there, i threw the covers of my bare body, the music still blasting, and shut my eyes tightly hoping i was just dreaming.

Suddenly i felt cold big hands grab my waist through the covers, "Look at me" he said sternly.

I pulled the covers off my head, cheeks flushed from embarrassment, "do you need my help baby?"

Matt Sturniolo, my best fucking friend asking if i needed his help?? who am i to decline this offer??

"matt please..." i cried out, i needed to feel him touching me. He took his middle, and ring finger, and started rubbing painfully slow circles onto my now sopping wet, dripping cunt, "Faster matt fuck, i need your fingers in me" I threw my head back needing more.

After my words he shoved his two finger inside of me harshly causing me to moan loudly from pleasure, "fuck matt, yes" i said rolling my eyes, "You like me touching you like this huh?" He said tilting his head to the right.

"yes matt, fuck. Im so close please let me cum." I said already worked up before i got interrupted, "go ahead baby, cum all over my fingers"

With a tic of approval I let the knot in my stomach go, i released all over his finger.

"fuck oh my god..." I screamed out as matt pulled his fingers out of me, sucking my juices off.

Matt leaned over my body, "c-can i kiss you baby?" he said flicking his eyes, to my lips, and back up into mine. I grabbed the back of his neck, and closed the gap between us.

"m-more" i said wrapping my legs around his waist pulling him closer to me, "what was that baby?" he said leaning back up, starting to take his shirt off.

"fuck. Please matt i need you" i said practically begging for him.

He took off his shirt, and unbuckled his belt taking his pants off. He had a dark grey stain through his light grey calvin cline boxers.

matt leaned back down to kiss my lips, neck, and tits. With that he took his boxers off, his hard aching dick leaking precum.

he hissed at the sensation.

i threw my head back, fuck he was so big.

he took his cock, and started rubbing it through my folds soon he pushed his cock into me, "ugh, fuck yes matt" i said moaning through gritted teeth.

he started thrusting fast, and hard into me not giving me enough time to adjust to his size. I was taking all 8 1/2 inches of him in one swift motion.

"god youre so tight around me. Im not gonna last long" he said, his thrusts getting more sloppy, "fuck matt me neither" i said reaching my climax.

With the speed he was going, and him praising me the knot in my stomach snapped, causing me to cum all over matts lower abdomen, and dick.

soon after me strings of curse words were leaving his mouth as he was cumming inside of me, "shit shit shit" he said fucking our cum back into me.

soon matts motions came to a stop and he plopped next to me, "w-was that good?" he said looking me in the eyes, "that was the best sex ive ever had." i said giggling at him.

"that answers my question then" he said laughing back, leaning into kiss me.

The kiss was so sweet, and told me that he wanted this. That he has been wating to do this.

"So.." i said chuckling.

"Whats wrong baby?" he said kissing me again.

"What are we now?" i exclaimed hoping he wanted to be with me as bad as i wanted to be with him.

"youre all mine baby.." he said as he tuck a peice of hair behind my ear.

matt kissed me once more, "goodnight y/n i love you"

"i love you so much more matty" I felt my eyes shutting before i got my sentence out.

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I NEED IT IN ALL DIFFERENT POSITIONS!!!!!!

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #Spotify

[loveswrites]

Pumpkins Please Billy Loomis x Stu Marcher x reader

Pumpkins Please Billy x Reader x Stu

Word count: 1397

Time it Took me: 1 hours 30 mins

To my loves: It was so obvious that stu and billy would win for our celebration of 300 followers! I wrote it that same night so I've had it in my drafts for 6 days now. I was thinking if I should wait till the poll ended but we reached over 300 followers before it even did, So here you go loves! Enjoy! Thank you for the support. It makes me so happy you guys enjoy my writing as it is all I want to do in life.

Love <3

“I wanna carve a pumpkin.” You pouted.

“Why don’t we just crave someone up instead.” Billy smirked playing with the tip of his knife. 

“I already have the pumpkins at my house. You wanna carve em here or there?” Stu said dropping himself on the bed making you and Billy shake with the bed. 

“You didn’t tell me you bought pumpkins.” Billy said, narrowing his eyes at Stu.

“Do I have to tell you everything?” Stu laughed out.

“Yes.” You and Billy said in unison. 

Stu started to laugh but slowly stopped when he realized you and Billy were not joking. 

“I just thought I should have them at the house since you know it is halloween. You know our favorite holiday.” Stu said, looking in between you and Billy.

“It’s not my favorite holiday mine is-”

“Christmas.” The two boys groaned, making you smile.

“The moment September 1st came along you were running around here yelling out ‘It’s christmas!’” Billy mocked you but you could see the slight smile in his cheeks as he recalled the memory. 

“It’s a lovely holiday, what can I say?” You smiled rubbing your socks together. 

Billy stroked the sides of your waist with his knife sending a shiver down your spine. He did this often. To both you and Stu. Still would often get cut most of the time cause he'd always laugh or move too much. But you trusted Billy to never leave a mark on you and he never did. Never has. 

Billy had three favorite things. His knives. His girl. And his best friend.

“Do we have to go to school tomorrow?” You questioned as Stu rubbed your legs while he stared up at the ceiling.

“You wanna skip again? Something on your mind, pretty girl?” Stu questioned. 

“Is someone bothering you? I can handle that, you know.” Billy said with stern eyes as he watched you respond.

“No no none of that I’m fine and no ones bothering me. I just don’t want to go and talk to people you know?” You said, stressed by the thought of even being in that building. 

“When do your parents get back in town?” Billy asked, putting his knife on your nightstand after taking one last long drag against your skin that sent tingles throughout your body.

Your parents had left for a business trip so you invited your two boyfriends to keep you company because why not? They weren’t doing anything before you called anyways.

“Sometime next week. It might get extended depending on some things. They told me I could go with them as always but I wanted to stay.” You said snuggling into Billy’s side.

“I would’ve left. No school and a free trip as a replacement sounds fun right about now.” Stu said, making you smile knowing that he wouldn’t just leave. He’d make sure that you and Billy were able to come as well. No matter if he wanted to admit it or not Stu couldn’t live without Billy nor you. 

Looking up at Billy who had his eyes closed you know he couldn’t live without you or Stu also. He wouldn’t admit it but he shows his love in crazy ways. Rather that’s spray painting the sides of buildings to pulling pranks on literally anybody to actual crimes. Billy has killed for you and Stu. If someone hurt one of you two you either never saw them again or saw them in the news the next day. Same if it was reversed with Stu but Stu doesn’t really clean his tracks very well so it’s mostly just Billy. 

You wondered if loving them made you a bad person. You wondered if keeping their victims a secret made you a murder. You wondered if not feeling a drop of remorse made it seem like you have the knife in your hand. 

But at the end of the day you didn’t really care because at the end of these dark sad thoughts all you saw was Billy and Stu. The two crazy boys who were in love with you. The two boys who showed you the world and would kill anyone who got in the way of your happy fairytale. You just prayed that they wouldn’t be the one to ruin your love story. 

You woke up the next morning feeling relaxed and refreshed. This made you just up and check the time. 1:24 pm. Shit you thought I missed damn near all of school. Rubbing your eyes you noticed that your bed was empty. Where did they go? Getting out of your bed you walked downstairs. Hearing voices, you followed them to the kitchen.

“Dumbass! the butter goes first, did you not read the box?” Billy snapped hitting Stu in the back of his head with said box. 

“You didn’t say that!” Stu said, trying to defend himself as he wiped his cheek leaving some flour in its place making you smile. 

“Maybe if you looked at the box I wouldn’t have to say it!” Billy fussed back. Stu opened his mouth to say something but that's when you decided to make yourself known.

“So are you two gonna bicker all day or tell me what you're doing?” You questioned walking fully into the kitchen.

“Baking you some cookies. Again..” Stu said, making you frown your eyebrows.

“Again?” You questioned.

“Stu burned the first batch.” Billy said, rolling his eyes.

“I did not! They just cooked a little bit longer than the rest.” Stu finished.

“Burnt.” You and Billy said in unison. That was happening a lot more often than usual. 

“We just wanted to do something nice for you before you woke up.” Stu said sneezing all over the batter when he rubbed flour on his face.

“What the fuck Stu!” Billy yelled while you just turned your nose up at the fact that he just sneezed on the batter.

“It’s fine. I’m not hungry. Like at all. I just wanna carve pumpkins okay? That’s it.” You said shifting your eyes between Billy and Stu.

“I’ll go get the pumpkins then.” Stu said starting to move, making you and Billy scream out ‘No!’.

“No! I’ll do it,  just stay here.” Billy said, shaking his head as he walked past you but not before giving you your ‘morning kiss’.

“You keep touching me I’m gonna throw pumpkin guts all over you.” You yelled out. Stu’s elbow kept touching yours as he attempted to show you how to carve your pumpkin.

“I’m trying to help you! You're doing it all wrong, trust me I do pumpkins.” Stu stated as if he was some kind of Pumpkin master.

“You do pumpkins?” You laughed out, tightening the grip on the knife in your hand.

“Shut up if I did you’d be jealous of the pumpkin.” Stu said, rolling his eyes. 

“As if, Who wants to sleep with you?” You questioned going back to cutting your pumpkin.

“You!” Stu said laughing as if that was the funniest thing in the world.

“Only on holidays.. Billy gets Monday through friday.” You said poking your tongue out at Stu to which he leaned in and bit your tongue making you jump back squealing in surprise. 

“Good thing Halloween is coming up.” Stu grinned. 

“Billy, he bit me!” You pointed at Stu with the knife in your hand. Billy pointed down to your pumpkin that was hanging on for dear life. 

“You need help, you keep cutting it like that there's not gonna be any pumpkin left.” Billy said, smirking, making Stu laugh.

“Shut up, it's perfectly fine.” You said going back to cutting pieces of the pumpkin.

“As if.” Stu snickered, earning a handful of pumpkin guts to the face.

“Hey!” Stu yelled out. 

“That’s what you get your lucky I didn’t throw the whole pumpkin!” You yelled.

“What pumpkin?!” Stu yelled back making you gasp.

“Billy!” You yelled.

“God.” Billy said, holding his head in his hands still with the knife in his hand. All he could hear was you two fighting with each other

He was in for a long bumpy ride if he wanted to be with you two forever. But watching the two of the most important people in his life bicker made him realize that he would kill any bump in that road to make them happy.  

#loveswrites #x reader #oneshots #scream movie #Scream #reader insert #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher fluff #stu marcher #billy loomis #stu matcher x reader #billy loomis x reader #poly billy and stu #billy x stu #billy x stu x reader

[suratan-zir]

I've never been this close to leaving tumblr forever than I am now. Y'all are so humanistic, so righteous and merciful, when it's not your country that is being bombed into the stone age, not your people tortured, executed, shot and thrown into a mass grave with their hands tied simply for being citizens of a certain country, speaking a certain language. Not your babies being torn apart by missiles, buried under rubble. Not your relatives held in one of the many torture dungeons, being electrocuted through wires attached to their genitals. Not your houses leveled down, burned with everything inside, every little thing you loved or cared for.

Hell, we can even tone it down a notch. It's not you who is being left without electricity and water, without heating in winter, because it's not you who russia is trying to beat/freeze into submission. It's not you going to bed to the sound of an air raid siren and wondering if you'll wake up tomorrow. It's not you receiving insults, slurs and threats from russians. No, they probably don't have any problem with you, but even if they do, luckily for you, you don't speak russian. Because if you did, you could go to literally any place they hang out, any voice or text chat, any social media and ask them yourself. If only you'd spoke Russian, you could ask them what they think about the genocide carried out by their country, their people. And then you wouldn't have any more questions. Then you wouldn't dare to say it's "racist" to call russians what they are - murderers, thieves and their accomplices.

I never said that all russians support this war, this genocide. And I will never say it, it's just statistically impossible. But many of them do, and another large portion simply doesn't care, which in my opinion is even worse. I have less disgust and hatred for russians who say: "go-go pootin, all khokhols must die", then to those who mumble: "I'm not into politics". Because you can't afford to stay neutral and passive when your country is trying to obliterate an entire nation.

You know, those missiles that kill our people and destroy our infrastructure, they are launched from "peaceful" russian cities. Warplanes that fly to kill us fly - they fly over the heads of the "innocent" russians, who are filming it on their phones and cheering on. The only times they would be sad or pissed about it is when those planes suddenly crush on their homes. Or when something flies into their city in exchange for those missiles that flew out of there. This is when they get mad and demand to kill us more effectively.

Lately we are seeing many protests from the mothers and wives of those "poor" russian men who have been drafted into army. Do you know what they are protesting against? Of course you don't, because you don't speak russian, you don't care enough to find out. No, they aren't protesting against the war, genocide, bombings of cities of a neighboring country. They don't demand for the war to end. They demand that their sons and husbands not be sent to the very front line, they demand that they be placed on the 2-3 line of defense, where it is safe. Or they demand better equipment for their men, again, to kill the citizens of a neighboring country more effectively. Because they are not against the genocide, they just don't want their men to hurt during it. Those of us who understand russian language don't need to look at any polls and statistics. We can just ask them ourselves, and we hear their responds very clearly. Even from our own relatives who live in russia or from our former friends. And I wouldn't wish this horrible realization on anyone. Now there are more and more russians who don't support this war. Because they are losing it. They would have absolutely no problem with it if they could "take Kyiv in two days" as was planned. But now they have regrets.

I'm not asking you to blame and ostracize all russians. That's not the point I'm making here. But maybe - just maybe - you can't forgive people for things they didn't do to you? Maybe you can't be forgiving on behalf of others? If you live somewhere in the US, the russians can never harm you, your city will not be bombed, your relatives won't be kidnapped and tortured. Of course you don't hate them, of course you don't condemn them - it's not because you are morally superior - it's because you literally don't have to suffer from their aggression, either physical nor verbal. Your life isn't constantly endangered because of this particular country and people. Of course you can forgive and defend them all you want, and pat yourself on the head afterwards. Such a nice kind human being you are, not at all insensitive.

It's not like there are people who lost their homes, their loved ones. People living under constant shelling, without power and heat, people who survive day after day against all odds. But those people aren't as merciful as you. Only you are the beacon of humanism in this unfair world, good for you.

#ukraine

[thatgirlsza]

Mean Coworkers ♡

Suguru Getou x fem reader

Self indulgent, Fluff, comforting, angst I think

Geto was your partner for a number of years now. He knew when you where down, when you where excited but didn't want to show it and knew when you better than you even knew yourself. Which is why he knew that you were on edge the whole day. Since the beginning of yesterday,

You had become slightly closed off, opting to kiss his cheeks rather than his lips. Cuddling him half-heartedly like your mind was absent, Making small blunders when cleaning or cooking and forgetting the smallest things, like when you were carrying the piece of paper you so desperately looked for. You hardly slept that night, constantly looking down at your phone to check the time, and when you did eventually fall asleep, you were a light, restless sleeper waking up even when he was shifting softly in the sheets. Your little odd behaviors would have been cute, if not endearing, if they weren't taking a toll on you, and Geto had grown worried.

So as you lay on the sofa, flicking through the shows, trying to pick one, he came up and lay on top of you. His soft hair tickled as he began to nuzzle into you for attention, but all you did was place your hand on his head. He pouted before nipping at your skin, making you jump. "Geto, I'm not in the mood." You whined, pushing his head away, and he knew you weren't by his last name in use. Instead of moving away, he just nuzzled closer like a cat, and his obsidian eyes looked at you in gentle worry with adornment. "I know, darling. What's wrong? Don't worry, I won't laugh unless it's funny." He said it with a smile, which made your own lips curve up a bit.

You sighed heavily, as if you had held in a breath secretly, as you placed the remote down and began to wave his inky strands between your fingers. "I don't want to go to work tomorrow." He furrowed his brows in confusion. You loved your job, and your best friends worked with you too. He's never heard you outwardly express that you dislike it, so he wondered if it was a new development. "Why, what happened?"

Again, you sighed and began to explain. You told him how your coworkers had been engaging in high school-level gossip, which didn't bother you until they spoke about a rather sensitive topic. You explained that when you tried to bring the point of discomfort across, they basically ganged up on you and told you you were wrong for having an opinion. They then followed it up with ostracizing you to the point where even the people you called 'friends' joined in to not get the same treatment. It was like the popular group in high school had taken the situation and balanced it on your head. It was even worse, as in the HR department, there were a lot of people who were friends with your coworkers.

By the time you were done, Geto was wiping a stray tear off your soft cheeks. Trying to gently stroke your arms, shushing your soft cries. "Hey, don't cry over some idiots who think their opinions are the greatest thing since sliced bread. I know it's hard, baby, but you'll just need to ignore them. Who knows, you'll get to be transferred to a new department." Geto kept rambling until you softly giggled at his words, but inside he was hot with anger. How dare they make you so sad and leave you out when you didn't even want to see them? How dare they make work into a popularity poll for their twisted minds? Disgusting. He would make sure that they'd never utter your name in that type of context again.

But right now, his darling was curled up in his arms and needed him. Geto would curse those who wronged you to the depths of hell but would never pass the opportunity to kiss you better.

#fem reader #fluff #x reader #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk geto #jujutsu geto

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Listen, I know that technically Elucien won my WIP Wednesday poll by a surprisingly close 2 votes, but I actually finished writing this unplanned Nessian fic today over dinner, which means I'll be able to edit it tomorrow after work and post on Friday sooooo hope everyone enjoys this snippet?

“Imagine if he pulls me out of the crowd and invites me back to his place after the show,” the other girl in the tee offers to her friend.

“Once he sees you, he totally would.”

“I bet he’s amazing in bed too. He’d rock my world, and then I’d be like no need to look any further. You found your future wife.”

The girls laugh and practically squeal in agreement, but Nesta has to swallow down a scoff. She doesn’t know why the conversation scrapes across her skin, why it grates against her nerves. She knows that Cassian and his brothers have a large female following for their band. She knows that she’s the one who asked to keep their relationship more private. She knows that it’s their bed he comes home to each night, that she’s the one he wakes with soft kisses and quiet good mornings, that she gets the ‘I love you’s and the smiles just for her.

But there’s no denying the anger that starts to lick through Nesta’s veins, fire crackling and flaring beneath her skin. There’s no denying the annoyance that twists through her stomach, tightening like vines in her chest. It takes everything within her to bite her tongue around the words she wants to sneer, instead shouldering past the girls and through the crowds to continue her trek toward the side of the building.

When she reaches the back of the building, she spots Cassian's truck in the lot. The pair of stagehands smoking and the big, burly security guard standing near an otherwise nondescript metal door let her know she's found what she's looking for. She unzips her jacket enough that she can pull free her pass, flashing it, but rather than letting her in, the security guard holds out his arms to stop her. His eyes narrow suspiciously, sweeping over her and squinting at her pass.

It has Nesta's anger burning into full-blown rage, into a living, writhing thing that digs its claws into her chest and begs to be released. Her boyfriend is in there. Her boyfriend. And she won't have these people looking at her like she's just some groupie. Won't have these girls thinking they're going home with Cassian.

#nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian fanfiction #nessian fic #punk rock Cassian #nesta x cassian #acotar #acosf #my fic

[rendy-a]

Reverse Trope Writing Prompt Summaries

I've seen these reverse trope prompts going around and they seem so funny, I've decided to write one. I'll list a bunch of little summaries and then do a poll to vote on one.

Too many beds! When Deuce gets the opportunity to visit Clock Town with his friends, he excitedly tells his mother all his friends will be joining him. He later discovers that only his wild pal the Prefect will join him. Too embarrassed to admit to his mother that the large hotel rooms she rented was for nothing, they decide to have such a wild party that no one will ever guess that there were too many beds!

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss. You've just discovered that the animal shelter in your town is being closed so that a local restaurant run by a shady (rumored to be mafia) boss can open a branch location. You've seen a teal-haired menacing man going into the place with his timid looking secretary. On impulse, you decide to grab the secretary and use his life for leverage to get the mafia to give up their plan. Little do you realize the bashful gentleman you've kidnapped is actually the famous Don Azul himself.

Real nice guy who hates only you. There was a time when you remember actually wanting to be Silver's friend. That was before you got to know the residents of Diasomnia better. Now, it seems like every sleepover or breakfast date you have with your new bestie Lilia only makes the gentle Silver strike out at you in a ball of jealous rage. Just what is his problem with you?

Academic rivals except it's two teachers who compete to have the best class. Crowley brags about how he is clearly the best teacher on campus. Why, when he teaches class, the students never fail to gain a perfect score! Ha, he is so magnificent! Perhaps he should just take over teaching full time and let Crewel do the annual government audit instead, ha ha! To which Crewel replies, Hell no. The competition to prove themselves most worthy teacher (and avoid the audit) is on!

Divorce of Convenience. Marriage to Ruggie was everything you thought it would be; a tough life but it had its perks. Your hubby Ruggie always had an ear out to opportunity for his small family. That's why, when he told you about the new low income housing for unmarried residents he found, you couldn't rule it out. One quicky divorce later, you are now on the road to financial security...that is if you can convince the straight-laced inspector Jack that you truly are nothing more than the roommates you pretend to be.

True hate's kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse). You've become the assistant to Vil in order to make extra cash. One day, in a series of mishaps, Vil ends up drinking a cup of tea cursed with his Unique Magic that caused him to lose his voice. With an important interview coming up, it up to you to convince the proud Vil to travel to Royal Sword and ask his eternal rival Neige for a kiss to break the spell.

Dating your enemy's sibling. After a huge fight, your former pal Ace is now your worst enemy. You can't stop thinking about that fight and how you (maybe) didn't quite win it. The whole thing just makes you hungry for revenge. You spent a lot of time thinking of the perfect way to get under Ace's skin when you see a post on Magicam of Ace's older brother working his theme park job. Suddenly, you have the wildest idea on who you want to bring to the campus dance.

Love Triangle where the two love interests get together instead. No one was more invested in being a fan of Vil Schoenheit then you, the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm. Unless, it was your rival fan Rook. Vil is thoroughly fed up with you both. He announces that, from tomorrow onward, only one of you will be allowed to accompany him to class and help him at lunch. You now have one night to prove to Rook that your admiration of Vil surpasses his own. As the night goes on, you discover the allure of being totally in sync with another super fan. Can your love for Vil survive his ultimate fan?

Too hot to cuddle. There is a heatwave happening at NRC and the air conditioning magic is broke all over campus. It wouldn't be much of an issue except your dating notorious cuddler Leona Kingscholar. You've turned him down for a nap in the sweltering botanical gardens and denied him from resting his head on your sweaty lap in Savanahclaw. Will your clever boyfriend find a solution or be driven mad by the frustration?

#Reverse tropes #poll game

[dbs-scans]

Hanako-kun of Magic

Hello all! This event originally began on Aidairo’s twitter during October of 2021. Below the cut are translations of the tweets for the full event! We hope you enjoy!

Day 1

Uhhh. Testing, testing? Staaarting… now.

Once upon a time, in a certain Teen's School, there were two girls who were very close friends. No matter how you looked at it, they were normal girls... ...except they weren't.

Well, what do you know! They were apprentice witches! This is a story of Halloween, sweet treats, and love, centered upon these two girls… Or maybe not!

[Witch/Sakura] ...You seem surprised that I called you here. Well, of course you are. As my familiar, you were already ordered by me to perform another task. However, something a little troublesome has occurred. It seems as though your abilities will be necessary. Please, join us.

It’s almost Halloween. Halloween is a special night, where witches bring their familiars along with them to a party. I left the task of preparing the sweets for the party to our apprentice witches, but...... Well, I think it's time we explain to you what’s going on.

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] So, uhm... I tried to prepare the sweets with my magic, but I messed up the spell and turned the students of our school into sweets…… I tried to turn them back, but nothing happened.

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] What should we do!? Is it already too late!? They’ll turn back, right? Riiiiight!? Senpai, help us! Isn’t there some kind of magic spell that can turn everyone back to normal!?

[Witch/Sakura] Relax. There does exist a spell that can turn those humans transformed into sweetsーthe candy-people, for shortーback to normal. The method of casting it is very simple.

You’ll just have to eat them.

Yes, I know, it’s crazy. It’s an ancient form of magic, but one that has a terrible side-effect. The candy-people who happen to be eaten by a witch will..…

POLL:

Fall in love with the witch who ate them. ✅

Become the familiar of the witch who ate them.

Die.

[Witch/Sakura] Yes, while there are some cases in which they will become a familiar, this time is different. The candy-person will turn back to normal, but their heart will be stolen. To put it simply, they will fall in love with the witch that eats them. However, as you two are but mere inexperienced apprentices, the effect will disappear once Halloween is over.

We have only a few days left till Halloween. Let’s eat all of the candy-people and return them to their original forms before then. As for who you'll be eating first, please consult my familiar about it. They happen to be an expert on the subject. You have no issue with that, do you?

POLL: 

Leave it to me!  ✅

No way!!!

[Witch/Sakura] That’s reassuring. We’ll have Nene eat a candy-person tomorrow, then.

For the following questions, please refer to this sweets catalog.

[Witch/Sakura] The candy-person Nene will be eating tomorrow is the one on…

POLL: 

The upper row...  ✅

The bottom row...

[Witch/Sakura] I wonder which is best…

POLL: 

… to the left! 

… in the middle.  ✅

… to the right...

Day 2

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] Good evening, Familiar-senpai! Thanks for helping us out! Today's the day I'll eat a candy-person. They’re super high in calories, so we can only eat one every couple of days...... Lets do our best together!

...... By the way, do you think that stuff about the candy-people we eat falling in love with the witch that eats them is... t- true...? Then that would mean... even if it’s short-lived... I’m going to be one of the popular girls!? Eeeee!! Alright!! Don’t mind if I do!!!

So the first candy-person I eat will be......

The "Crowned Galette Des Rois", huh... ...it has kind of a royal vibe, don’t you think? OK, time to dig in! The crust is crunchy, and the almond cream inside is sweet and delicious～!! Are those colorful bits dried fruit?

Urgh ... !!?

W-what the... What an incredible... and unique flavor..... it’s like they put something in here... that should never be put in a sweet... Poison...? No, that’s not it... I managed to eat it all, but my heart won't stop pounding...

T-the true identity of this candy is...!? It can't be...!!

[Diner Employee/Teru] Huh? Oh... you’re one of our regulars. I remember thinking you looked really cute when you were eating... By the way, do you prefer seats by the window, or at the counter? What if we headed over to the diner and got you something to eat? Don't worry; I'll place the order for you.

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] EEEEEEEEEE!!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ H-He... He’s....! He’s the hottest employee at the diner!! He's admired by the entire student body!!! Of course I’ll... ❤️ W-wait! Are you getting me a burger with a ton of calories!? I... I'm going home...

[Diner Employee/Teru] You're going home? Really...? But I wanted to see you eat... ...you won't let me?

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] ... ... ... ... Thanks for the food!!!!!

So... *munch munch* Familiar-san, since I'm *munch* in the middle of eating this *munch* Extreme Cream Halloween Special Mega Burger Meal *munch munch* ...

... you should choose the candy-person that *munch* Aoi will be *munch* eating tomorrow... *crunch munch munch*

POLL: 

The upper row  ✅

The bottom row

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] Omnom... nom... *gulp* ... om nom nom...

POLL: 

Jack-o-Lantern Tart  ✅

Heart Cocktail Jelly

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] (By the way, the results of the last poll were won by just a slight margin! Tomorrow is Aoi's turn... good luck Aoi!!) Huff, huff... nom... om nom nom......

Day 3

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] Good evening, Familiar-senpai. ❤️ It's my turn to eat a candy-person today.

Oh, you're wondering about Nene-chan? She has a terrible stomach ache for some reason, so she's been sick in bed... I gave her some medicine, but I wonder if she'll be okay. I’m a bit worried...

Like Nene-chan, I’ll do my best to triumph over the calories. The first candy-person I'm eating will be... the "Jack-o-Lantern Tart", right? It has a pumpkin motif! A Halloween classic. The calories worry me, but it's a vegetable, so it’s good for me, right...? This sounds like an excuse, doesn't it...

OK, I’m digging in. ❤️ It’s topped with fluffy pumpkin mousse, and the bottom is soft, pungent pumpkin paste... This is what they call a two-layer cake, right? They share the same ingredients, but the textures are completely different. It’s great! ❤️

It’s not too sweet, but just right. The crust is really fragrant, it’s sooo good... And if you look closely, the shape has been constructed very carefully... it's visually impressive, too.❤️ ... Huh? Could it be...? This sweet treat’s true identity is...

[Classmate/Shijima] Ohhh~? Is that... my classmate, Akane-san~? Us meeting here must be destiny! Come, sit here. Look over this way, put your arms like this and your feet over here, and angle yourself just like this...

Aahhhh~!! ❤️❤️ Perrrfect~~!! Alright, now stay still there right there for the next hour, please!

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] (She’s that girl from the art program!) (We have different majors, so we've never talked to each other... but I'm a big fan of her artwork...)  Uh. A pose...!?! U-um, you mean l-like this!? Or this way... ... Eeeek!!!

[Classmate/Shijima] Hup~ Are you alright~? I’m sorry if I pushed you too far. This location isn’t the best, either... Oh, I know! What if we went to my place? I want to learn all about you..... And while we're at it, I could introduce you to my adorable little sister!!

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] Oh no, I have plenty to apologize for myself... Wait, to your house? Overnight...? ...... (Is that really okay...? She’s probably just joking... But...)

... Haah. *Ehem* OK, Familiar-san, I better get going. She’s going to show me some pictures. Am I nervous? No, not exactly, but... Anyways, tomorrow Nene-chan and I will be resting our stomachs, so try and take it easy. ❤️ Thanks for your help today. ❤️

[???] ... ......... Fwah~...

Boy, I'm hungry... Oooh! Candy! Which~one~shall~I~choose...~? 

Hmm!

POLL: 

Heart Cocktail Jelly 

Ghostly Mochi Cake  ✅

Blue Candy Apple 

Sweet 'n Sour Devil Cake

[???] There's no time limit for the poll! Ahaha! But we'll cut it off at 3PM tomorrow, so have at it! Bye-byeeee~

Day 4

[???] Yoohoo~ Did you pick one yet?

The "Ghostly Mochi Cookie," huhhh... Are you sure I can eat it? Okay then!! Thanks for the food~

I wonder what the insides of a ghost look like...... .........

............ ......, ...... ...! ............ ...... Hmm, I see. Ah, that was yummy! Lotsa stuff in there. This treat's true identity is......

[Classmate/Mitsuba] WAHHHH!!! ... what the... is this a dream? Huh? You... we’ve talked before, right? Well, I'm super cute and a secret celebrity, so I guess I can understand why you’d want to talk to me... You're pretty friendly... um, you’re getting a bit too close... Back off a little, please...

[???] I ate your heart. It was delicious. Do you know what happens to those whose hearts are stolen by a fully fledged witch or wizard? Shall I teach you?

[Classmate/Mitsuba] WAHHHH!! Something's growing out of me!! And— my body is moving... on its own...!? What’s going on!? This is humiliating, but I can't fight back... S-somebody, help me!! I DON’T WANNA CELEBRATE HALLOWEEN LIKE THIS!!!

[???] Thanks for the meal. Let’s try our best to get along, okay?

Keep up the good work again tomorrow. Next up is that girl with the uneasy stomach.

Bye-byeeee!

POLL: 

Heart Cocktail Jelly 

Blue Candy Apple 

Sweet N' Sour Devil Cake  ✅

Day 5

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] Good evening, Familiar-san!! Thanks for picking out that incredible cake for me the other day!! Thanks to you, I’ve been enjoying the dazzling school life of my dreams. ☆ ...... but I was in a fight with that high-calorie burger for days, so I’m afraid of what comes next...

Okay, I’m eating more candy today! I’m getting two people to fall in love with me, so doesn’t that make me kind of... wicked?! But there’s nothing else we can do... it’s like a dream, one that will all be over after Halloween... and if it’s all a dream, then I’m innocent!!

Anyways, I’m eating the “Sweet ‘n Sour Devil Cake” today... it’s a super heavy chocolate cake. Okay! I’m not even gonna worry about the calories this time!! Thanks for the fooood!

The sponge cake is bitter, but the chocolate cream inside is really rich and sweet! Mmm, a truly sinful flavor... The sweet ‘n sour raspberry sauce sandwiched inside is refreshing, and it really brings out the sweetness of the cake... ...

......Wait, raspberry...? ......

Hold on a sec... this cake is really good, but what’s this dreadfully ominous feeling I’m having......? I feel like I’ve just done something I can never take back... No way... this cake’s true identity is.........

[Classmate/Akane] ......nnn? Where am I—

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] MAGICAL ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Haah... *wheeze* Haah...... That’s right... raspberry is Aoi’s favorite...... Forgive me, Akane-kun. This was... yes, this was for your own good... and mine, too... Stay here, sleeping... until Halloween ends......

Oh, Familiar-saaan~! This is reaaally bad! Looks like my magic misfired, oopsy! Clumsy Nene! ☆

This is my classmate, Akane-kun. He’s Aoi’s childhood friend, and the two of them are our class representatives. He’s also Aoi’s... Eheh, well, that’s a secret. ❤️

Phew..... Alright, now please choose Aoi’s candy for her!

POLL:

Heart Cocktail Jelly

Blue Candy Apple  ✅

Day 6

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] ...... Oh, it’s you, Familiar-san. Good evening. Haaah......

Oh, no, don’t worry about me. Just... I was lucky that the first candy-person I ate was a girl, but I’m pretty sure the next one will be a boy. So I’m a bit nervous, is all. But I have a trick up my sleeve, so I’ll be okay. ❤️

The candy I’ll be eating is the “Blue Candy Apple,” is it? I see. The starry pattern paired with the blue candy coating is really cute. ❤️ I don’t know where to start eating it from, but I’ll do my best.

This apple is so juicy! It’s super good. ❤️ Probably because it’s in season. The candy apple is another classic Halloween treat. They’re adorable! Isn’t it fun when you see them lined up on store shelves? Now, before this candy-person turns back to normal......

It’s time for an outfit change! MAGICAL MAKEUP～!! ❤️❤️

[Classmate/Yugi] ......? Oh, hello...... ...............Umm. Happy Halloween......?

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] (※Magical Telepathy) (This guy... I'm pretty sure he's in my class... I think his name is Yugi-kun?) (He doesn't talk much. He's a little shy.) (I've never seen him hang out with anybody... but he sometimes talks to Nene-chan, who sits in front of him in class.) 

[Classmate/Yugi] (What the... is that a Halloween costume......?) (............) (Just looking at this costume has my heart racing..... I'm going to look up where I can find one when I get home...) Oh, right... since it’s Halloween... I should give you some candy, right?

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] ...... He booked it out of here after giving me some candy. I... don't think he knew it was me. Pretty sure. We don't know each other very well, so this was for the good of both of us.

There’s only one candy left, so let’s take a break tomorrow. Familiar-san, you’ve done a good job these past few days. ❤️ Okay, have a good night!

Day 7

[???] ～♪

...Ooh! Candy! There’s still one left, I see. It looks so sad, all on its own... ... But my stomach is full right now～ ... ... ... ...

Ohh, I know! Hey! Are you hungry? OK, then I'll give you some!!

[Familiar/Natsuhiko] *cough, cough*... Yo, runt... Don’t shove jelly into other people’s mouths!! That being said, that tasted great! The jelly was tongue-tingling and refreshing～

My lady sent me on a mission, you see. I’m in the middle of searching for the missing candy-person, so I don’t have time to play with ya, kid.

......Huh? Wait, that jelly cocktail I just ate......

[Familiar/Natsuhiko] I’m pretty sure... that the last candy-person was the “Heart Cocktail Jelly,” right...? Pipsqueak... don’t tell me... did you just feed me the...? ......

WAAAAAAHH!!! MY LAAAAADYYYY～!!!

[???] ...... When a candy-person is eaten by an Apprentice Witch/Wizard, they fall in love with them for a short period of time. When eaten by a fully fledged Witch/Wizard, they become their familiar. ...So what do you think happens when one is eaten by a familiar that is neither a witch, nor a wizard?

Don’t ask me! I have no clue! Ahaha! If you’re curious, then it’ll be fun to see what happens, right? Bye-byeee!

Day 8

[Witch/Sakura] A wizard that was passing by force-fed you the “Heart Cocktail Jelly”......? Ah... that is...... quite unfortunate. For you, Natsuhiko; and that boy, as well.

It’s not often that a human turns into candy...... So I’m lacking in knowledge on the subject, myself.

I can't believe a familiar eating a candy-person would result in something like this.......

[Classmate/Kou] Um! What... what happened to me!? Am I... ... I- I- I'm not dead, am I!!!???

[Witch/Sakura] Please, calm down. You're not dead. I sense magical power flowing within you. Which means―― you have become a wizard.

You are now one of us. You will live the rest of your life hiding your true identity. But there's no need to fret. The two apprentice witches that caused this mess will show you the ropes of living as a wizard. You two are fine with that, aren't you?

[Witch/Sakura] How to use magic, the correct way to ride a broom, and the rules of the wizarding world...... there's a lot to learn, but being able to use magic isn't a bad thing. You'll find it to be very convenient. To make a new ally like this is unheard of, but... I suppose things like this can happen...

It’s not long until Halloween. Please continue to watch over the apprentice witches until then. Natsuhiko and I will continue our search for the missing “Ghostly Mochi Cake.” See you later, and good work today.

Day 9

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] ......So there you have it. One of the candies went missing along the way, and we had some trouble with a new recruit joining our ranks... But we've turned almost everybody back to normal now.

I just can't believe the magic we learned would blow up in our faces like this... Aoi and I will need to study extra hard to make sure something like this never happens again!

So... will you please teach us magic again?

[Wizard/Tsukasa] Sure! Also, your magic never went wrong in the first place. What I taught you was the "Turn People into Candy Spell", after all.

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] Huh!? I never heard of that before... You told us that it was the "Candy Preparation Spell", so I used it... but you tricked us!? That's unforgivable!! I have no choice but to use my...  SPECIAL ATTACK! MAGICAL IMPAC......

[Wizard/Tsukasa] Woah there, girl... I didn't say anything because you didn’t ask. Sorry? It’s Halloween, so you'll forgive me, right?

[Apprentice Witch/Nene] Ahhh!! He ran away!!! He dodged my Magical Impact... he really is a fully-fledged wizard... But it can't end like this!! We have to chase after him! We'll capture him, punish him appropriately, and have a peaceful Halloween Party tomorrow.

Okay! See you tomorrow, then, Familiar-san! Wish me luck!

Day 10

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] Good evening, Familiar-san. Just now, Nene-chan contacted me and said that she's finally cornered the culprit behind this whole Candy-people Incident. I wonder if she's alright... let's go after her!

Nene-chan should be around here somewhere... ...oh no! This is bad! It looks like Nene's the one that’s been cornered! She's in trouble! I have to go to her... Familiar-san! Support Nene by giving her your Halloween Power!

Send your Halloween Power to a Witch/Wizard! 

POLL: 

Support the Apprentice Witches (Nene・Aoi)  ✅

Support the Wizard (Tsukasa)

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] The Familiar’s Halloween Power is gathering towards us....! Like this, even as Apprentice Witches, we can perform powerful magic spells. Stand up, Nene-chan. Let's do this!

[Apprentice Witches/Nene・Aoi] MAGICAL☆PUMPKIN HEADSHOT・CINDERELLA!!!!

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] *cough* *cough*... ... Unbelievable... all that power caused a huge explosion... But now, that kid should be...... ......!!!

[Wizard/Tsukasa] Heh... Heh heh heh, hahahahaha!!! I never thought Apprentice Witches could be this good... Okay, in honor of that incredible display, I'll release my familiar from his contract. But in exchange―― I'll take one of you two.

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] I— I won't let you do that! I won't give you Nene-chan!!

[Wizard/Tsukasa] That's okay! Then I'll take you instea...... ouch.

[Wizard/Tsukasa] ...... Sorry. Amane's calling for me, so I gotta go. See ya!

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] He left...... What was that? A weird drone came flying by... I think I hear a boy’s voice coming from over there... Whoever it is must have saved us. Anyway, that kid said he said he would let the missing candy-person go...... I think he was telling the truth.

Now we can attend the Halloween Party tonight without any worries! What a relief! Let's hurry back and tell our senpai what happened. ...... Hey, Nene-chan......

During this, you and I made new friends, and a new magical ally... A lot has changed in such a short time. If this keeps up, then by next year, even more will have changed. Even so... will you spend Halloween with me again next year?

[Apprentice Witch/Aoi] ... I see. Thank you, Nene-chan. I love you. ❤️

Extras

After Halloween ① "Hmmm... Y’know, it's almost time for the Radio Control Tourney. What if I went to cheer you on!?” "Oh, no, you really don’t have to...... You'll really stand out there, Yashiro-san..."

After Halloween ② "…………" "Ao-chan? Is something wrong?" "No, it's nothing...... I'll hold half of your books, okay? ❤︎"

After Halloween ③ "My Lady! Trick or Treat~! Won't you please give me something good to eat? ♪" "I'm sorry, but there's nothing left." "Eh!? So you mean... I can... play a trick on you......!?"

After Halloween ④ "You're back late. Were you out with that girl again?" "Wait a second～ Are you..." "I'm not." "... Jealous?" "I'm not."

After Halloween ⑤ "I’m not kidding! A horn's started growing out of me at night!!!" "The hell?” "Ahaha!" "It’s true! And for some reason, I don't remember a single thing that happened on Halloween, either!!”

After Halloween ⑥ "How is it? It's our newest creation, the Mega-Strike Grilled Meat Raspberry Burger!" “Wow! It’s really good!!" "(It's really heavy...)" "I'll bring you some more〜”

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on the one screen in my town; one

summary:

mason’s life with drew was absolutely perfect, she was happier than ever; until everything came crashing down all at once.

tags/warnings:

drew starkey x fem!popstar!oc, drug and alcohol use, death, grief, these tags are not exhaustive, idk i'll add to this as it goes on.

wc: 2.3k

this is the first plot chapter from the same universe as my oneshot kinda famous! i did the poll ab whether or not i should continue it as an x reader or if you guys were cool with me using the oc it was originally written with and a large majority said it was fine so everyone meet mason! (and este slayyyy)

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"No, Mom, I'm just not sure about this one. I feel like it's just not me," Mason said, tugging at the top of the thirteenth white dress she had tried on that day.

"Honey, it's gorgeous, but this isn't about what I think anyways. Get whatever one calls your name," her mom, Catherine, replied from the couch behind her, catching her eye in the mirror.

"I'm so tired, let's call it a day and come back another time," Mason insisted, turning to face her mom and her best friend.

"Mase, this is the fourth designer we've met with. And every last dress you've tried on has been amazing," Este said. "Just don't forget, they can change anything you want."

Mason let out a sigh as she turned again to face the mirror. "Yes, dear, what don't you like about this one?" the designer asked, fiddling with the train.

"Well, nothing in particular. The neckline feels off... and the bodice, I don't like where it sits on the waist."

"Then that's a no. Just try one more, dear. Try this one!" Her mom grinned, putting her champagne glass on the table, grabbing the designer's 2024 portfolio, and pointing to the dress on the cover.

"Okay, yeah, let's try that one," Mason agreed, nodding, stepping off the pedestal, and lifting the mass amounts of the dress's fabric with the help of the designer's assistants.

With their help, she went back into the changing room, removed the billowing dress, and sat down with her phone as the assistant took the one-of-a-kind wedding dress away. Mason was met with no less than one hundred notifications on her phone, texts from friends and colleagues, and her agent had called no less than three times even though she was technically on vacation. The only thing she was interested in was calling Drew. She opened his contact and hit call, his name lighting up the screen as she put it on speaker, then opened Twitter while she waited for him to answer.

"Hey, my love, how's dress shopping?" Drew's voice echoed through the small speakers as Mason scrolled through endless photos of the crowd forming outside the studio she was currently in, and some pictures in the windows that they thought were fully closed were already making headlines.

"You know I can't tell you that," she laughed slightly, shaking her head.

"Sure you can, I just can't see it. Find the one?"

"Nope," she shook her head, despite him not being able to see her. "I'm trying on one more, then we're calling it a day."

Mason heard some shuffling and laughter in the background on his end as he spoke. "You're real picky about this one, huh? You were less particular at last year's Met."

"Is that Mason?" he was interrupted by a voice she instantly recognized as Madelyn. "Hi, Mason! We miss you!" she shouted into the phone, making her friend smile.

"Hi, Mads! Hey, can I fly out to see you guys in the morning?" Mason replied, chewing on her lip a little and standing as the curtain slid open and the assistant returned with the last dress.

"Yeah, of course. I'll call Amanda and get her to book your flights for you. Does Este want to come?"

"Duh," Mason giggled, putting down her phone and raising her arms so the young girl could slide the dress on. She couldn't help but notice her hands shaking, just slightly. "I've got to go, love, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow," Drew agreed. "Love you!" he said before he hung up the phone.

The dress was now settling over her shoulders as the nervous assistant clipped the back. "Are you alright?" Mason asked, turning her head slightly to try and get a glimpse at the girl.

"Yes, ma'am," she said softly, her voice slightly shaking.

"You don't have to call me that," Mason chuckled and shook her head, holding up her hair.

"I do, my boss insists on it with all her clients."

"What's your name?" Mason smiled as she asked, trying to get the girl to relax.

"It's Melissa. I don't want to be weird, but I'm a big fan of yours and I've always wanted to design something for you. I'm a student still, but your Met looks are always my favorite," she rambled on nervously.

Mason's smile grew at this. "Aw, thank you, Melissa. I'd be honored to wear your work someday."

Melissa blushed. "Thank you, that means a lot to me," she finished tying up the back and took a step back, picking up the train and fluffing it out. "While my boss isn't here, can I make a suggestion?"

"Of course," Mason replied. "You don't like this one?"

"No! No, I love it, it's stunning. I just think maybe it would suit your style more if we extended the train, then brought down the waistline just a little bit, and maybe did a bunch back here above the hips, then coated the whole thing in silver Swarovski diamonds. It will just scream Mason more, you know?" she said, trying to explain the vision as best she could as Mason nodded through the whole thing.

"You... are actually a genius," the star replied, nodding enthusiastically.

Melissa smiled wide, clapping her hands together and bouncing on her toes excitedly. "Yay! We can make that happen. One hundred percent."

"Let's go get my Mom's thoughts first," Mason joked, letting Melissa help her with the dress as they walked back out to the viewing room.

"Mason, that is stunning, honey. What do you think?" Catherine asked as Melissa adjusted the train so everyone could see the full vision.

"I really love it," her daughter agreed, looking at herself in the mirror, for the first time being able to see the whole thing. She smoothed out the front gently, turning a little bit and looking herself over. "Este? What do you think?"

Este nodded quickly, taking the final sip out of her champagne glass. "It's beautiful."

"Okay, yes, but I think I want to make some adjustments—could that be arranged?" Mason asked, looking briefly and smiling at the young girl now standing at the edge of the room.

"Yes, dear. Anything," the famous designer nodded, standing next to her in the mirror.

"I'm thinking we lower where the waistline lands, to like here, and then bunch it in the back right here, so it has more of that draping effect, and then extend the train and cover the whole thing in fine diamonds. So it looks like a silver fabric, almost..." Mason explained as the designer frantically took down notes and snapped at her assistant to grab the measuring tape.

"Yes! That will be perfect," the woman instantly agreed. "How long do you want the train? About four yards?"

"Maybe five..." Mason thought out loud, looking back to her mom and best friend for approval, and they both nodded in agreement. "And can we order a matching veil as well, please? I'd like our initials embroidered on it as well. Just above my left shoulder, I think."

"Consider it done, my dear," the designer nodded. "We'll send you some samples of material and fonts for that, and you can take your pick."

"Thank you," Mason smiled. "Oh, and can we please have them sent to my mother's address? I don't need Drew feeling nosy and opening my packages." She giggled, looking back at her mom and best friend, who had been awfully quiet.

"Oh, guys, c'mon. Don't do that," Mason chuckled, covering her face with her hands as she saw their eyes fill with tears.

"I'm sorry, honey, I just..." her mom sniffled, grabbing a tissue from the coffee table in front of them. "You look so beautiful, and it just makes me so happy to see how much you have grown in the last few years and how happy and successful you are. I am just so proud of you. That's all."

"Oh, mom, oh my god now I'm going to cry!" she laughed, already feeling tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to blink them away, fanning her face with her hands and tipping her head back.

"No, c'mon. You can cry, babe," her best friend laughed, already wiping her own tears. "Please actually do, it'll make us feel less weird about it."

She nodded, noticing Melissa standing next to her now with another tissue box and holding it up to her. She laughed a little as she took it, thanking her and dabbing it under her eyes. "You just did such a good job on my makeup this morning, I don't want to ruin it," she said to her friend, a smile still stuck on her cheeks.

"It's going to be beautiful. I just can't wait for the wedding," her mom smiled, taking a deep breath to try and level her head.

"Oh, god," she laughed. "It's just all going by so fast, you know?"

With only eight months left until the wedding, she had to make it her constant priority. She had hardly had a moment to think about anything else. Of course, it was so much fun and such an exciting time; but pretty much since the moment Drew proposed the media had labeled it 'the wedding of the decade', which had put so much pressure on both her and Drew.

"Yes, and you need to enjoy every second," her mom smiled.

"Oh! Speaking of, Este, we're flying out to Charleston in the morning. Drew's manager should be sending our tickets to you any minute." She tells her friend who nods, giving her a thumbs up with a crumpled-up tissue still in her hand, tears still fresh in her eyes.

"I'll be ready."

"Will you hold on to the fabric samples, Mom?" Mason asks her mom with a sniffle as Melissa helps her gather up the fabric of the dress to go get changed.

"Yes, of course, dear."

"Mom, wait- you should come with us!" Mason says, stopping in her tracks and turning again to face her mom, catching Melissa off guard as she struggles to make sure the dress doesn't tear. "I'll get Drew to get you a ticket as well, it can be a girl's trip." 

Her mom smiles back at her, shaking her head. "I appreciate the invitation honey, but you should go be with Drew. I've got brunch with Andrea tomorrow anyways, I hardly ever get the chance to meet up with her." Catherine insists.

"That reminds me, could you let her know that she and Taylor will be getting invitations to the bachelorette trip in the coming weeks? Este has already sent them out," Mason says continuing her way to the dressing room slowly and looking to her friend who nods in confirmation.  

She quickly gets changed back into her day clothes, passing on her card to the designer to take down the information and grabbing Melissa's social media for future reference before they make their break for the back door where their driver had been waiting. To no avail, however, considering at this point that the whole back alley was even swamped with fans and people holding cameras, immediately flashing at them as the door opens.

The environment goes from relaxed to chaotic in a second, and out of habit, Mason smiles wide as her mom and friend are quickly ushered by security into their waiting car. "We have a few minutes to chat with people, yeah?" She smiles at the guard who nods, taking place at her side as she walks up to the makeshift fence around the car.

Among screams of her name and cameras flashing in her face, she makes out a question from who she assumes is a journalist. "Mason! Did you find your dress? Can you show us?"

Mason turns her attention to them, handing back a phone to a fan who asked her to sign the case. "Uh, well, I can't share much right now, but I'm feeling good today!" She laughs, waving at a few fans and reaching over the barrier to give someone a hug.

"How's Drew doing? Is he still in Charleston?" The fan asks as she pulls away, and Mason decides to focus her energy on the fans from here on. 

"He's great! Yeah, they're still filming in Charleston. It's the final season! I'm so excited about it." She grins, nodding and giving a quick wave over her head.

"Are you going to have another song in this season?" The fan asks.

"I can't share that, unfortunately," Mason says, tapping the young girl's arm to draw her attention down and giving her a quick and subtle thumbs up, making both of them smile.

Mason moves down the line, giving people hugs and signing things, almost in tears by the time she steps back to the car with an arm full of letters and bracelets and little handmade gifts. "Thank you! Thank you guys- it was so nice to meet everyone!" She calls out, waving an awkward goodbye before climbing in the back seat.

She sighs with a smile as the security pushes everyone back so they can drive away, placing everything on the empty seat next to her and Este starts to shift through everything.

"They're so sweet, hey?" Mason sighs happily, giving another quick wave out the window.

"They're lovely." Catherine agrees, looking back from the passenger seat of the car. 

"Did anyone ask you about Drew?" Este asks curiously, holding up a letter to the light so she can read the envelope.

"Of course." Mason giggles as they pull out into the street. "Doesn't bother me, though."

"No, of course not." Este agrees. "I just wish they could focus more on you and your music, you put so much work into all your projects I just think that should be the focus when they meet you."

"Right now everything is about me and Drew. After the wedding I'm sure it will shift back to normal, you know?" Mason insists, opening a different envelope to read it.

"I hope so." Her friend sighs. "You did this yourself, it's important to me that you remember that. That's all."

Mason looks over at her friend, tilting her head at her. "Let's be honest, babe, I wouldn't be where I am without him. I don't mind giving him the credit he deserves at least for widening my audience."

Este nods and smiles at her friend, already worried that she's losing her to his shadow.

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also let me know what you guys want me to post from this next! more plot? maybe a oneshot like their first date or the proposal? give me absolutely all your thoughts :) and send me an ask with any ideas for this!

#drew starkey fanfic #drew starkey blurb #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey fic #drew starkey #obx3 #rafe obx #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe fic #obx fanfic #drew starkey obx

[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister- Help

Trigger warning- Near rape, violence, death

Walking around Small Heath I don't usually have a problem. I'm a Shelby after all, and although my brothers are super protective of me and I haven't been able to have a proper relationship with a man, my name almost gives me instant protection, except for tonight.

I was on my way to the Garrison where my brothers and Cousin were with my close friend Isaiah

"That's a very nice dress" a man leaning on a wall

"Thank you" I reply while I continue to walk past the man but he has other ideas

"Where are you going? I've heard a lot of woman say the Shelby boys are a good fuck. I've always wondered if the girls are and well there's only one in Small Heath now" I ignore his comment and carry on, but he grabs me and pulls me down an alleyway

"Get the hell off me!" I shout ripping my arm away from him but I'm thrown into the wall "get off me!" the man uses his body weight to pin me against the wall

"Wonder what your brothers will think when they found out their sister is a whore. Maybe you should start to get tips from Lizzie Stark"

"I swear if you don't get off me your gonna be dead by tomorrow"

"Ahhh you see Princess I'll be long gone by tomorrow. Now let's get some of these clothes off" the man lifts up my dress, but I throw by head back hitting him in the face. I turn around and see blood coming out of his nose

"You fucking bitch" the man throws me back to the wall and I hit my head. I'm scared... this mans a lot stronger than me so I begin to yell out for help, but no one comes. I try getting away but it's no used and once again I'm thrown at the wall his body weight keeping me there. I begin crying, now giving up on trying to get away. I make one last attempt to yell for help as he starts to pull my dress up

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" I hear a familiar voice yell, Michael! the man is ripped off me instantly "Isaiah go make sure YN's ok. Finn and I have him"

Isaiah carefully walks over to me making sure he doesn't spook me

"Are you hurt?" he asks

"My head, he threw me" I cry out

"Can I look" I nod my head still crying. He checks my head and says there is a lump but I should be ok

"Tommy, Arthur and John will want to deal with him" Finn says to Michael

"Yeah let's go. They're at the Garrison. Actually lucky for you, the Blinders are also there. Should be a fun night" Finn and Michael take the man in front of Isaiah and I. Isaiah helps me walk to the pub with his arm around me.

As soon as we're at the pub Michael calls out my brothers

"Tommy, Arthur, John you better get out here now!" the door opens and our walk my brothers

"What the fuck is going on?" Arthur says walking out. When he sees me his eyes soften "Isaiah get her in our private room"

"Come on YN" Isaiah and I walk into the room. He sits me down and Aunt Poll comes over to try and comfort me

"Oh YN love" she hugs me while I cry

"He wanted to...."

"Hey hey shhh YN your ok now. Your brothers and Michael are dealing with him" Isaiah kneels down. The others come back into the room making me cry more

"I'm sorry Tommy"

"Why are you sorry?"

"I couldn't get him off me. I'm a Shelby for god sake" I cry out. Tommy walks over to me and does something very rare, he hugs me and I cry on his shoulder

"You have nothing to be sorry for" Tommy pulls away and looks at me "you hear me? you have nothing to be sorry for"

"You did well fighting him off" John pipes up

"Yeah. I even think you even broke his nose" Arthur chuckles

"Thank you Michael, Finn, Isaiah"

"Don't have to thank us. We're family"

"Ok. Let's get YN home. Get a cup of tea down her and get her into bed" Polly says "come on love"

"Michael, Finn go with them, Isaiah your with us. We need to sort the body out"

"The body?" I frown looking at Tommy

"You don't hurt our sister and get away with it" John smiles "just close your eyes leaving"

#shelby sister #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinders sister #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn shelby

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Writer's Block and Creativity [a ramble]

Photo credits: Left (@life-and-love-in-a-myst) Center (@shakespearesdaughters) (Right (@hotch-girl)

Let me put a poll in here before I start the rambling part of this post. I've got two pretty fluffy story ideas. One is for Aaron and one is for Emily. Which would you like to read first? They will be reader inserts as always. Hotch's is with BAU reader and Emily's is a Non-BAU reader. I'm equally excited for each, thus letting you all decide. (The poll will be up for 24 hours)

Now to the rambling. I was close to feeling very burnt out and having lots of writer's block at the start of this week. I just couldn't think about anything new like I normally do. And I think this process is natural for any writer or artist. It's bound to happen eventually. That feeling may hit me again tomorrow. But now that I'm back in my own apartment (I was at my mom's place for a little over a month for the break), I feel the spark again. it's not a raging fire, but I hope to stoke the flames gently. Writing is something I've been working on for some time. It's been my friend for years. So I guess I just want to encourage those who are feeling like they have nothing left to give that that's normal and fine. You can take a break. You can rest. The ideas will come when it's right. And I'm proud of you for ever having put a single word on a page (published or not). [I'm telling this to myself too.]

I'll probably delete this later, but just felt like saying that I don't always love what I put out. And that's okay. I still did the hard thing, and I'm proud of myself for it.

Love you all! Levi - ❤️

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[mostbelovedwwewrestlertournament]

Most Beloved AEW Wrestler Tournament Round 3 Statistics Dump

Followers: 192

Total Votes: 13,148 + 11,439 + 6,915 = 31,502 (think we can break 50,000 total votes by the end of the tourney?)

Times I cursed the Sydal family for being generic as hell: too many to count

Beloved By Gender

It's been a dark round for nonbinary wrestlers. After losing against Riho and Bryan Danielson, we have none left.

However, women are still holding strong. Starting at 23.9% of the total roster, the percentage of belovedness has risen to 34.3%. In other words, more than one out of three of the most beloved wrestlers in AEW are women.

Voting Trends

Since I lowered the number of polls by day from 10 to 5, I can't put a proper line graph of total votes per day and keep it fair, so this shows the average number of votes per matchup per day.

We still have a lovely upwards trend and a new peak on Day 22, the day Willow eliminated her third fan fav and Chuckie T held out strong.

Close Calls

No ties this round, but there was again a matchup where the decision was made by a single vote. Anna Jay beat out Minoru Suzuki by 69 votes to 68.

Teams And How They Fared

Any team member not listed was eliminated in a previous round

BCC: Bryan Danielson (116) and Jon Moxley (150) both held out, but Wheeler Yuta (121) lost to Emi Sakura

Best Friends: Kris Statlander (146), Orange Cassidy (153), Chuck Taylor (202) and Danhausen (217) all continue to round 4.

The Elite: Nick Jackson (91) is the last one standing as Kota Ibushi (61) lost to Eddie Kingston and Matt Jackson (106) lost to Athena.

BCG: Juice Robinson (95) and Jay White (151) both move on to round 4.

The Acclaimed: Billy Gunn (112) and Anthony Bowens (144) move on to round 4, but Max Caster (74) lost to Dalton Castle.

House Of Black: Malakai Black (134) moves on, but Buddy Matthews (36) lost to Nyla Rose and Brody King (85) lost to Samoa Joe

Dark Order: Mr Brodie Lee (119) and Evil Uno (120) move on, but Alex Reynolds (43) lost to Hook

The Outcasts: Ruby Soho (61) lost to Penta and Toni Storm (64) lost to Orange Cassidy, fully eliminating this team.

Jurassic Express: Luchasaurus (88) lost to Juice Robinson, fully eliminating this team (and a moment of silence for Marko Stunt, who is still dead)

Jericho Appreciation Society: Anna Jay (69) moves on by a single vote.

Death Triangle: Penta El Zero Miedo (97) moves on.

Teams Who Are Still Fully Intact

Better Than You Baybay: 692 between 2 members

Hookhausen: 1,081 between 2 members

Lowest Votes

The top 5/6 lowest votes after 3 rounds (I'm putting 6 cause it's not fair to ZSJ, who was only in 2 rounds)

Frankie Kazarian (102)

Marina Shafir (128)

Isiah Kassidy (157)

ZSJ (164)

Powerhouse Hobbs (172)

Alex Reynolds (186)

Highest Votes Over Round 3

Just the votes earned in Round 3 (not collectively)

Athena (250)

Willow Nightingale (233)

Danhausen (217)

Chuck Taylor (202)

Maki Itoh (177)

Top 10 Highest Collective Votes

Willow Nightingale (884)

Danhausen (635)

Chuck Taylor (602)

Athena (541)

Eddie Kingston (519)

Orange Cassidy (516)

Riho (488)

Wheeler Yuta (459, eliminated)

Hook (446)

Hikaru Shida (431)

Thanks everyone who's voted so far and keep an eye out for round 4 tomorrow (rounds are getting shorter and shorter so this one will be about 4 days I figure)

#most beloved aew wrestler tournament #aew #all elite wrestling

[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

Aaaaand HELLO! As a special treat for this being the last part of my canon + Charlotte storyline, you get to have it an hour earlier than usual.

Reminder that the poll to vote what I write next should (if I've done my math correctly) have about one hour left, so vote while you still can!

But all that aside, here we go! By the way, was no one going to tell me that there's a damn WHALE PLUSHIE in front of Nimona's memorial wall? I'M GOING TO CRY SOME MORE, DAMN YOU.

First, Previous

Golden "Twins" Rebellion AU

Snippets?

Knight Charlotte AU

Whatever else comes next?

"Mom?"

"Yes, Charlotte?"

"Why are things the way that they are?" Minara purses her lips as she thinks, and Charlotte watches her carefully. Her mother looks so very tired, and Charlotte is old enough to know that she has a great deal on her shoulders. Minara Corova is much too young to have seen as much as she has. Finally, she speaks again.

"This kingdom is broken in ways that its people simply don't understand, my love. These cracks have been woven into our society for longer than any of us have been alive. It was always doomed to be this way," she says. Charlotte tilts her head.

"What do you mean?" she asks. Minara hums softly, closing her eyes for a moment as she thinks. Then, she looks down at her daughter.

"Look at how people treat Ballister, dear. Look at the lies we had to tell so that you could join the Institute. Does any of that seem right?" Charlotte shakes her head.

"No."

"But do you know why that's how things are?" Charlotte frowns, casting her eyes down.

"Because we're commoners. They think we're less than them." Her mother sighs.

"Yes, my love." After a few moments, a hand reaches out and gently tilts Charlotte's chin up. "Our ways of life are broken, Charlotte, but they don't have to be. They can be changed and fixed. It may not happen today, nor tomorrow, but one day, you will stand in this kingdom as you are, not as the lie that we've woven for you, and you will be seen for who you are, not by what blood runs through your veins."

"You really think so?"

"Oh, I know so. You will be there to help bring in a new era of this kingdom, one that's better for us all. It will take time, but in the end, it will be beautiful."

The past few weeks (months?) have been like a dream, but the type of dream where you know that something is missing. She knows exactly what (or, rather, who) that missing thing is, but she tries not to linger on it too much. She mourns, but she lets life move forward. The wall had been broken open on that fateful night, and a thousand years worth of knowledge and history had been brought to light and questioned. But they've been healing, rebuilding. Ushering in a new era for their kingdom, just as her mother once said. Things have been getting better every day. People are traveling beyond the wall, and the Institute is being reformed into what it always should've been. The wall itself is no longer simply a structure to protect them, but has been transformed into somewhere lively and beautiful. The cannons are still coming down, but soon, even those will be gone and forgotten. The Knights Betrayed have disbanded, instead turning their attentions on these reforms, and on the new sanctuary. A sanctuary that no longer needs to hide in the shadows. She still heads it, of course, but Ambrosius has been there to back her, financially and otherwise. After he and Ballister had both recovered, the three of them had gotten to work, working to fix not only the kingdom, but their relationships with each other. Ballister and Ambrosius's romance had rekindled as if it had never gone out, and Charlotte has found herself just as close with her two best friends as she once was. And the kingdom knows Ambrosius not only as her friend, but as her brother. He'd been adamant about it, actually.

"They should've always known. I never cared what it might cost me. I just wanted my sister."

And the reception had been mixed, but that's always what she expected. What matters to both of them is that it's not a secret they feel that they have to hide anymore. Maybe things would've been different if the truth had been known sooner, but they'll never really know.

But she has to return to the elephant in the room sometimes. Or, rather, the lack of elephant. Nimona is still gone. The kingdom is finally changing for the better, seeing her for who she truly was rather than what they'd all been brainwashed into seeing since birth. But Nimona isn't here to see it. She's still gone. And Charlotte's very being aches when she thinks about that for too long. Yet here she stands, before the memorial wall made in Nimona's honor. Covered in drawings from the sanctuary's kids and others, gifts lain at its base. Charlotte cradles her bouquet in her arms, staring at the wall for a moment before she looks at the flowers. Paper, made by her own hands, in all of the most beautiful colors.

"I hate the way the real ones make me feel, but I don't know how to tell the kids no."

She's only broken from her thoughts when she feels a gentle nudge against her shoulder, and she lifts her head. Ambrosius smiles softly at her, and she smiles back just as softly, leaning over and nudging his shoulder back. They both look toward the wall again, and they linger in silence. Eventually, she sees him lean down in the corner of her eye, and she looks down at him. He lifts a drawing from the ground and holds it out in front of Ballister, who takes it carefully and looks at it. She watches a small smile appear on his face, then a look of scrunched contemplation. Finally, though, the smile returns and he looks up at the wall. Eventually, he looks over at them.

"There's something I need to do," he says. They smile back at him, and Ambrosius nods in understanding. Ballister's eyes find Charlotte's after a moment, and he tilts his head. "Do you want to come?" Her smile saddens slightly, and she shakes her head.

"You go. That place belonged to you two, not me," she says. She moves around Ambrosius, however, to set her hand on Ballister's shoulder. "But if you need us, need me...Just ask." His smile softens, and he reaches up one hand to place it over the one on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"Thank you," he says softly. She smiles back, then leans forward and kisses his cheek. When they step away, she plucks a light pink paper flower from her bouquet and offers it to him.

"These were her favorites," she says. He takes the flower, holding it like a treasure, then gives her a final nod before he turns away and heads off on his own. Charlotte turns away as well, finally walking forward to set her bouquet among the dozens of other gifts. She looks up at all of the artwork lovingly decorating the wall, and her heart aches. A hand settles upon her shoulder, and she rises, turning to look at Ambrosius.

"Let's go home." She nods, settling against his side and slipping her arm around him as his wraps around her shoulders, guiding her away from the memorial.

Although she and Norshe finally have a home of their own, Charlotte admits that Ballister and Ambrosius's place feels a lot more like home to her. She's here a lot, both with and without her fiancée. Being here, with them...It helps.

"Do you think he'll be back soon?" Ambrosius asks, his mug of freshly brewed tea between his hands. Charlotte sips at her own tea for a moment, then finds herself staring down into the mug.

"I think it depends on how he feels now that he's there. It's one thing to be somewhere she never was. It's another to stand where she should be," she says. She had almost broken down when she'd returned to the sanctuary after that night. She had broken down when she'd found Nimona's stash of trinkets and gifts in the small nook she'd once commandeered for herself. She takes a deep breath and lifts her head, looking over at Ambrosius. "But he needed to do it. For himself as much as for her." Ambrosius looks at her with a sad, sympathetic gaze.

"I wish I'd gotten to know her how you and Bal do," he says. She blinks back tears.

"Me too." She can't help but smile a little. "When you weren't fighting on opposite sides, I think you would've really liked her." She lifts her hand to brush away a tear, but she quickly realizes that the tears aren't stopping. Ambrosius takes her mug and sets their tea aside, then tugs her into his arms. The cry isn't as bad as others have been, but she still loses track of time. They might sit there for hours before she finally pulls away, sniffling slightly. Ambrosius gently wipes the remaining tears off her cheeks, shushing her when she tries to apologize for crying.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he says, soft yet firm. It's what he always says when she cries these days. She's tried to argue with him before, but he shuts her down in the way that only he can. Once she's properly calmed down, he reaches over and picks up her mug, handing it back to her. As she takes a long drink, she hears the front door being unlocked, and it opens shortly after. Ballister must be home. She lowers the mug from her lips to call out, but whatever her words might've been die in her throat. She must be dreaming.

"Nimona?" she all but whispers. Nimona smiles softly at her.

"Hey, Chari." Ambrosius takes Charlotte's mug from her before she can drop it, and she rises and rushes around the coffee table, practically tackling Nimona in an embrace.

"Nimona." When she squeezes the shapeshifter, she's squeezed back just as tightly, and the tears begin to flow again. Nimona's alive. She's back. She's home.

Perhaps Ambrosius will get the chance to know her after all.

Fin.

Lovely tagged people:

@ammonitetheseaserpent @perfectkittystranger @madlad06 @xxlunadrawsstuffxx @floxu

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[incorrectskyrimquotes]

you are officially the strongest person alive for not just closing the askbox after some of the trash you've gotten from idiots on this site. gdspeed and good luck holy hell

I've received a lot of asks like this one so I wanna respond and clarify

I actually love getting asks and even anon asks. I prefer having anon on bc yk big boy blog and all that but also so that people can send me their silliest things.

I really do truly genuinely enjoy having this blog and especially interacting w it. I've made a lot of friends recently and it's just fun to be able to talk ab the cringe failgame from a decade ago. Both for myself and in front of such a large audience.

Ever since I became aware I'm literally in the top 10 on skyrim blogs (at #9 but still) some of my anons started making a lot more sense. The power of anonymity makes people braver, which is good for things like funny headcanons and such.

I don't really like having to turn anon off and god I hope I don't have to shut asks off entirely. Fortunately once I turned anon off my inbox became a lot more peaceful. Funny that.

If I were to compare the two I'm sure I've gotten much more love than hate, but hate is much louder than love. And I know me giving it attention doesn't help much of anything but on the other hand people can and do throw around serious words about an unserious video game on unserious posts from an unserious person.

Even if I ignored all of it, just having to see it can feel so draining. And it isn't just in my inbox. It's also in the tags. I've repeatedly tried to express how deeply uncomfortable I am, AS A JEWISH PERSON OF COLOR, with people throwing words like racist and genocide around all willy nilly over video game characters.

It trivializes those real world issues, that have affected me, my ancestors, and people like me, down to fucking. Skyrim discourse. It's extremely frustrating. And from what I can see I don't think anyone is doing it maliciously or to get a rise out of me. But I think the sheer weight of those words has gotten lost.

And not to pull another race card, but this is especially upsetting from white people. I'm not thrilled about the fact white people keep talking over me and other people of color in the fandom about what is and isn't racist.

But I do also see the love. I see the cats in my inbox and the lovely asks and people writing paragraphs to defend me (when tbh I haven't done anything wrong anyways but. Eh.) and it's genuinely very touching and sweet and even if I don't reply to it (there's a lot to reply to!) I do see it and I appreciate it.

And for the poll, I fully plan on seeing it through. Round 2 closes tomorrow after which I'll set up round 3/the semi finals and then we go to the championship!

I started this poll, also this blog, for fun. I want people to have fun. I want to have fun. And most of the time I do have fun! But with the uptick in activity that brings *gestures vaguely* what it does.

Tumblr is one of those very few websites with true anonymity. This and reddit are the only ones I can think of where it's not expected to have your name, face, or other info about you anywhere. Which is a rare blessing on today's internet but it makes people very audacious about what they can and can't say to me.

I think because of that anonymity it's easy to forget I'm a human person. I very much doubt some of things I've had said to me in the last 48 hours would still be said if it was face to face. I truly don't think someone would look me in the eye and tell me to kill myself over skyrim bullshit.

And the funny part of that is if they did, I'd probably laugh in real life. For the sheer ridiculousness of the statement. "Hey. You. End your life because of video game drama" spoken to me at the local Target would be funny to me. But with the anonymity it feels just as hurtful as I'm sure it's supposed to be.

Thanks for letting me ramble and such. I'm not really even sure what I'm trying to say with all this. Other than I'm human, you're human, we're all humans, and we'd do well to remember that. Please just be nice to each other..

And be nice to me.

[freesia-writes]

500 Follower Celebration...

This was DISPROPORTIONATELY HARD TO CREATE! haha! Most of these came from @creativepromptsforwriting! The poll for situation/dialogue prompts won out over songs by juuuust a smidge, so if you have a song you want me to do, you can ask for it, but I'm not making a list. ;)

It would be really helpful if you can tell me who is saying or doing what, between you or the clone, for the prompts! I want to make them as lovely as possible for all of you !

So that being said, here are some clones and prompts, if you'd like a lil piece on any of them. They'll all be Clone x You, romantic and fluffy with some passion but no smut. Yet ;)

Here are the clones I think I can decently write for...

Hunter Tech Wrecker Crosshair Echo Rex Jesse Fives Kix Tup Gregor Howzer

And here are the Situation/Dialogue Prompts:

You hear [clone] tell the waitress that they are nervous for their blind date, but no one shows up. So you sit down to act like the date.

Your last one night stand ended with a misunderstanding and a lot of awkwardness. To cheer you up again, your friends set you up with a blind date. They meant well, but it’s the person you had previously slept with.

It’s a a double blind date and you realize quickly that you actually want to swap dates… And hope he does too…

Flirting with each other for fun had become a game of chicken for you, but you never thought you would both be so persistent to win.

You frequent the same spots and have a playful, flirty relationship. But when one of you (you choose who) suddenly has another love interest, the true feelings come out.

You've been dating [clone] for a while, and he is being deployed, so you sneak onto the starship they're leaving on and surprise them in their room (unrealistic, but whatever). ;)

You've been the mechanic for [clone's] ship for a while, with a growing attraction, and when he gets news that he's being restationed on another planet, one of you (you choose) decides to go for it.

[Clone] rescues you from an uncomfortable situation and you get to talking…

You find an injured clone who was somehow (conveniently) left behind, thought dead, and instead falls under your care… and falls under your spell… ;)

"You shouldn't be with him. You should be… with me."

"Listen, this might sound crazy, but I also might be dead tomorrow, so… What do you say?"

"Could you put that book/datapad down for just one minute?!"

"You don't think I'll jump? Watch this."

"Can I try something? Close your eyes."

"I'm awful at pillow talk… so uhh… can I get you some food?"

"I've seen the way you look at me, when you think I'm not looking. You don't think I've noticed…"

"Don't ever do that again! You have no idea what it does to me…"

"How am I supposed to forget it? Act like it never happened?"

"If you want it, you're gonna have to come and get it from me."

"We're going to be in so much trouble if someone finds us."

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Tag Game

thank you for the tag @tuometarr <3

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Last Song: hot chocolate -- bears in trees

Currently Watching: thinking abt starting one piece but also. what if i rewatch my hero academia (hyperfixation) ?? and also debating starting 9-1-1 since a lot of Beloved Mutuals are watching it

Three Ships:

LMAO??? how can i choose just three??

midam (i feel like this is very obvious but i will DIE ON THIS HILL)

bkdk / bakudeku (listen. LISTEN.)

aizawa / present mic (they’re married ur honor you can Not change my mind on that)

lys de’forrest / cassandra veer (surprise it’s canon) (they’re from Poll For Initiative: Bedlam)

Favorite Colors: blue :D i also vibe with green

Currently Reading: a lot ??? mostly fics right now bc i am pretending bnha canon does not exist (i’m in denial). i also have “written in the stars” on my tbr list, gathering dust on my shelf lmao

First Ship:

oh interesting!!! okay if i’m being realistic and honest with myself my very first ship was definitely a ship from a book series i will not talk about. then it was destiel probably.

Place of Birth: georgia, usa. for safety reasons i will not drop the city but just know it’s Buttfuck Nowhere.

Current Location: my bedroom

Relationship Status: single :3 i’m too busy for a relationship rn i can barely manage my friendships

Last Movie: jurassic park (another hyperfixation leave me Alone). might watch the fnaf movie tomorrow??

Currently Working On: i have one tales from riftdale fic (consequences and what it means to love), a pfi fic (and if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you've been here before?), beta reading a bnha fic for a friend of mine, and debating whether or not to write a bnha fic myself (despite being So Busy) (and staring at the tfr / pfi fics that were supposed to be done MONTHS AGO but they just keep getting Longer and Longer) (one's almost a novel at this point)

also an essay for school but shhh

tagging but no pressure: anyone who sees this. you there, do this game.

#tag games; #thanks for tagging me!! i love tag and ask games they're so fun

[peterpparkrr]

like real people do (pt 3)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x pianist!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: You and Eddie start spending time together.

A/N: The years start coming and they don’t stop coming! This is pure fluff and that is all that I will write for these two. #sorrynotsorry 

(also thank you to everyone who voted in my lil poll, I'm obsessed with them and love being able to check in with y’all and see what you want me to write more of)

part 1 part 2 // part 4

“Hey,” Eddie calls out as the bell above the door jingles.

“Hi, Eddiie,” You reply a bit breathlessly as you look up from the guitars you’re doing an inventory of. 

He makes his way over to where you’re working and you smile a bit shyly back at him.

“Inventory day,” You reply to the question he hasn’t asked yet. 

You had a good time with him last Tuesday night. Really good. He’d driven you home. And you’d kissed him. And honestly, everything had felt perfect. Until you were laying in bed trying to fall asleep and wondered if he thought you were insane for kissing him goodnight and then running into your house. 

You’d flirted all night. And he’d bought you a drink. And then offered to drive you home. Surely those were signs that he liked you. Right before you kissed him he told you that he wanted to be more than friends. 

And he’d let you kiss him. It hadn’t been as thorough of a kiss as it might have needed to be for you to be certain. It was limited by the physical limitations of the front seat of his van, but he’d seemed to like it. And boys don’t let girls kiss them if they don’t like them, right?

Those concerns were pushed into the back of your mind as Eddie glanced at the display guitars you were marking down.

“May I?” He asked as he gestured to them.

“Sure,” You reply as he picks up an acoustic guitar and strums it quietly while you watch him like a hawk. 

You watch his fingers fly deftly over the strings as he strums a quiet melody absentmindedly. And you try not to dwell on all the other things those fingers must be good at as you force yourself to look back up at his face. 

He’s smiling at you when your eyes find his and you can’t help but mirror the expression. 

“What can I do for you today, Eddie?” You ask him curiously. 

“We have band practice tomorrow after school,” Eddie tells you. “I thought… maybe you could come.”

He doesn’t phrase it as a question but you can tell he’s a bit hesitant.

“Like a groupie?” You ask. Your eyes shine brightly as you look back at Eddie curiously.

“I was thinking maybe your musical prodigy ears could give us some pointers,” Eddie explains. “But if you want to be a groupie that can be arranged, too,” He adds with a small smirk.

He honestly just wants the excuse to spend more time with you. And you share a love of music, so what could be better than having you come to listen to the band again? Unless you’d been lying about liking Corroded Coffin’s sound.

You don’t seem like the kind of girl to lie about something like that. Especially when there’s nothing you could possibly gain from lying to him, but Eddie doesn’t fully understand how girls’ minds work so he’d never fully discount it. 

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” You reply with a nod. 

“Cool,” Eddie replies with a grin as he nods back at you. “I’ll see you then.”

Eddie sets down the guitar before heading for the exit. Feeling terribly pleased with himself.

“Oh!” Eddie shouts as he’s halfway out the door. “We practice at Gareth’s house! 247 Westmont Street!”

You laugh but nod at his head as it sticks through the partially opened door with the rest of his body remaining outside. 

“I’ll be there,” You assure him again before he grins and the door closes with another ring of the bell before you turn back to your work.

-

What do you wear to a Corroded Coffin band practice?

You’d pondered that question for so long this morning that you’d almost been late for school and ended up just putting on your usual clothes and hoping no one would look at you too long this afternoon. 

Gareth Emerson’s house wasn’t too far from your own, just a couple blocks down so you’d planned on taking the bus home and walking over. But after the final bell, Eddie was leaning against the locker beside yours.

“I thought we could drive over together,” He explains before you switch out your books for the ones you need for your homework tonight and you head out to the parking lot together.

You and Eddie chat about nothing and everything during the short drive. 

When you pull up to Gareth’s you hop out of the van and throw your backpack over one shoulder as Eddie leads you into the garage. 

The rest of the band was in the middle of warming up when you arrived but stopped when they saw you guys approaching, glancing up at you curiously. 

Eddie introduces you to the band.

“And this is Gareth, Jeff, and Grant,” Eddie introduces each of the guys as he points to each one and they acknowledge you.

“Hi,” You greet them with an awkward wave.

“You can sit, we’ve got to hash out a few things and then we’ll play something for you,” Eddie tells you.

You sit down on the couch in the corner of the garage. Letting yourself slowly sink down into it as Eddie and the others talk amongst themselves. 

Well, mostly Eddie is just arguing with them about who gets to take the melody.

You’re about ready to pull out your Calc homework and keep yourself busy with something then the opening chords of Master of Puppets come screeching through the amp. 

You grin as you look up at Eddie to see him absolutely wailing away on his guitar. His eyes closed and his head tilted back slightly as he completely loses himself in the music.

It may be the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed. The way he’s so focused on the music that the rest of the world disappears.

You’ve felt that feeling before yourself, but the way Eddie looks as he plays through the opening is undeniably hot.

The rest of the band comes in and it’s impressive the way they match each other so effortlessly, you can tell they’ve been playing together for a long time. 

When they’ve finished the song you applaud them enthusiastically. 

“That was great!” You tell him earnestly. “Wow!”

“Any notes?” Eddie asks as he gestures for you to come over to the group.

“Are you kidding? I felt like I was listening to my Metalica record,” You tell him. You have no interest in giving unwanted comments to fellow musicians. Especially a band who you want to have like you. The temperaments of musicians are no stranger to you, and you know if you overstep these guys will hate you for the rest of their lives.

“Are you sure? We’re happy to take critique, honest,” He pushes.

Gareth scoffs quietly from behind his drum set. 

“Only you would get off on your girl critiquing you,” He teases Eddie with a shake of his head.

You try not to dwell on the insinuations of Gareth’s comment and when you finally glance back at Eddie he’s just nodding at you encouragingly. 

“You got out of sync on the bridge, but that’s just because you need to practice together more,” You finally say. “I can tell you all love the song so much that you’ve all been learning it on your own. It makes it hard for you to blend because you’re listening to yourselves and not each other while you’re playing.”

Your eyes flicker around the group as each other guys silently stare back at you. 

“Sorry, forget I said anything,” You apologize hastily. “I don’t know anything about this kind of music, I just-”

“No! No, that’s actually really helpful,” Gareth tells you with a small, reassuring smile. “Thanks.”

“Yeah,” Jeff agrees. “What about the keyboard during the verse? There’s no part so I’ve been toying with it as we go,” He explains. 

“You’ve been transposing this keyboard line?” You ask as you step over to where he’s standing behind his keyboard and peer down at his handwritten sheet music.

“Yeah,” He replies as you flip through the papers.

“Jeff, you’re amazing,” You tell him as you look up at him in wonder. 

“Um. Thanks,” He replies.

“Seriously,” You assure him. “Maybe something like this for the verse though? Dropping to a harmony will give you some depth and really make it your own,” You tell him as you glance down at his music one last time before putting together a non-diatonic harmony, pulling out some unused notes as you adjust the cords of the melody.

You work your way through the verse as quickly as you can while sight reading and improvising your way through the new idea.

“Wait, play that again,” Jeff prompts once you’ve finished. 

You try to replicate the idea as best you can remember as Jeff studies your hands.

“That’s genius,” Jeff says when you look up. “I’m going to need a few minutes to jot that down.” 

“Go for it! The diatonic harmony might sound more natural and places, but play with it, make it your guys’ own,” You tell him with a nod as you step back from Jeff’s keyboard to make your way back to the sofa.

Eddie catches your wrist as you walk past him. 

“That was amazing,” He tells you. 

“It’s no biggie,” You try to tell him with a shake of your head.

“I beg to differ,” He argues. “It was hot. Watching you play so effortlessly,” He adds.

-

The guys play a few more songs once they come to a good place on Master of Puppets before wrapping up. They pack up quickly before Eddie comes over to you and offers you a hand.

“I’m just a few blocks down,” You tell him as he pulls you up from the couch.

“I’ll walk you home,” He says.

“I had a lot of fun,” You tell him as you head down the sidewalk together.

“Me too, it was nice to get a fresh perspective,” Eddie replies honestly. 

He’d been able to tell you had thoughts when he’d finally looked over at where you’d been sitting on the couch. It was written all over your face that you were holding back. And he’d been right. Plus the advice you’d given the group had really helped. They’d be a better band with someone like you willing to give their input.

“Are you just using me for my musical talent, Eddie Munson?” You tease him with a smile.

“No,” Eddie answers honestly. The truth remains. He just liked being able to look over while he was playing and see you sitting there listening. “But it is a nice perk.”

“Do you think the guys like me?” You ask him curiously.

“Yeah, Jeff might be half in love with you after today,” Eddie admits. Jeff had asked you half a dozen questions while the rest of the guys wrapped up the cords and put their gear away. 

You told him you’d bring him some music and give it to him at lunch tomorrow. Eddie didn’t know if he’d ever seen Jeff smile so brightly at someone. 

“Are you jealous?” You ask with a teasing look as you glance over at him.

“No,” Eddie replies a bit too quickly. “Maybe a little,” He amends with a sheepish smile.

“I’ve been thinking about kissing you since your guitar solo,” You admit when Edddie turns away again. Figuring that if he’s being honest with you, you should be honest with him too.

“Yeah?” He asks as he stops walking and turns to look back over at you. 

Your cheeks warming as you nod back at him.

“Yeah,” You reply as you push your hands into your pockets. “But I think I’m supposed to wait for you to kiss me this time.”

“Well, I hate the thought of keeping a lady waiting,” He admits as he takes a step towards you. His hands coming up to cup your jaw as he presses his lips to yours. 

Your own hands find purchase in his hair and around his neck as you pull him closer to you, deepening the kiss before you remember that you’re standing on the sidewalk in front of your house.

You pull away and stare back at Eddie as you try to catch your breath.

“I really like you, Eddie,” You tell him.

“I really like you too,” Eddie replies.

“I should go inside before my neighbors call the cops on us for indecent behavior,” You tell him as you step away from him reluctantly. “See you at school tomorrow? Lunch?”

“Yeah,” He replies as you walk up to your front door. 

And Eddie watches you step inside for the second time with the overwhelming feeling that he is on the precipice of something he’s never experienced before.

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