#this popped up on my for you page on IG and I’ve been laughing for 3 minutes

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Ah yes, thank you Elisha. Glad we’re fixing the real issues.

#netwinx #this popped up on my for you page on IG and I’ve been laughing for 3 minutes #the algorithm won’t give me a fucking break #but anyway you know the saying: if I suffer so do you #(the costumes are shit but imma say racism is a tad worse)

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close friends | t. holland

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warnings: some language, some angst if u squint. otherwise it's just fluff and tom being tom. didn't proofread this. a/n: so tumblr decided to be a little bitch and deleted this t w i c e. so i had to write this t h r e e times. this came up in my head after i got like three notifications that tom posted something on his ig story, and then it turned out he deleted them. as always, english isn't my first language so i'm sorry if this gets confusing bye. also, i was listening to cardigan by taylor swift as i wrote this.

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so we all know tom sucks at instagram. that's a surprise to literally no one. no matter how many times you tried to teach him he still doesn't get it, and it was only a matter of time before he finally posted something he shouldn't have.

it was just one of those days, you missed him like hell. he was away filming the third spiderman, and you had to stay behind because of work.

naturally, you relied on face time and texts to survive and fill the void he left behind. you loved talking to him, listening as he rambled on and on about his adventures on set. a love-struck look on your face as you tried your hardest to stay awake despite the urge to close your eyes.

eventually, sleep took over you, and you drifted off with the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. he stopped talking abruptly when he didn't hear your soft chuckling in reply to the story he was telling.

instead, he saw your sleeping figure, long steady breaths moving your chest up and down. and he cursed himself for making you stay up so late for him. he took one last look at you, taking a screenshot of your sleeping form.

he quickly hung up the video call and opened instagram instead, uploading the screenshot to his story,

'missing my favorite girl, thank you so much for everything you do for me. x @yourusername'

the next morning you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. at first, thought someone had died as one notification after another filled your screen. most of them came from instagram, so you opened that app first.

thousands upon thousands of mentions, tags and new followers. you frowned, and suddenly a text from your friend popped up at the top of your screen.

'omg just saw his story. so happy for u both'

who's story? what was going on?

you refreshed your timeline, and tom's icon appeared, a colorful circle around it. an odd feeling sank in your stomach. you tapped his icon and suddenly your screen was full of... you.

a picture of you, sleeping. tom's smiling form in a small rectangle on the bottom right corner.

oh god. you read the words he wrote, over and over again. your heart pounding in your chest, and a sudden wave of fear ran through your body. but then you read his words once more, and all you could feel was love. pure, unconditional affection.

sure, your families and closest friends knew about you, but you hadn't talked about making your relationship public yet, but there was nothing you could do now.

you sighed, leaning back on your pillows. a small chuckle left your throat.

you grabbed your phone once again, quickly facetiming tom. you knew he had an early call today, and you hoped you could catch him while he was still in his hotel.

it ran once, twice, and then you saw him, hair all over the place, bare chest. hands rubbing sleep off of his face.

"mornin', darling." he said, his raspy morning voice making you smile.

"hi, baby. did i wake you?" you asked, sitting up and crossing your legs.

"yeah but it's fine, princess. i did keep you up last night so it's only fair."

"i'm sorry about falling asleep on you, that was a really nice picture you took last night," you lifted one eyebrow, and watched as he smiled at you sheepishly.

"i thought you looked really pretty, you always look pretty," he said, grabbing the water bottle on his nightstand and taking a swing.

"thanks, i hope the whole world thinks so, too," you declared. leaning your chin on your fist, watching him expectantly.

he did not react like you had expected him to.

his breath hitched as he sipped his water, and suddenly all you could see was the cream-colored ceiling, as you heard him spitting out and coughing.

"tom! oh, my god! are you okay?" you asked, getting on your knees and holding your phone up to your face, "tommy?" you repeated when he finally stopped coughing, you could now hear his heavy breaths.

at last, you saw his curls appear from the bottom of the screen.

"wh-what did you just say?" his voice was rough, his chest heaving.

"are you okay?" you asked again.

"ye-yeah i'm fine. babe, what did you mean by 'the whole world'? did something happen?" he asked, frowning. you echoed his expression, watching him for a second.

“you posted a picture to your story,” you repeated, and he nodded.

“yeah, i posted it to my close friends, i-” he stopped mid-sentence, eyes growing comically wide. “oh shit, did i-” he caught himself off as he threw the phone to one side, you heard him fumbling around for his laptop and you snorted. “shit, baby, don’t tell me i posted it… fuck!” you couldn’t keep it in any longer, you broke out laughing.

“of course this is how the world finds out about us!” you continued giggling until your stomach hurt.

“fuck, princess i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear i- why are you laughing!?”

“tommy, tommy! it’s okay, baby, don’t worry. i’m not mad,” you stopped once you noticed his pouting. “it’s fine, my love, i don’t mind. sure it’s unexpected, and a little sudden but i wouldn’t have it any other way. i knew what i was getting into when we started dating,” you told him honestly, wishing you were there to give him a hug and kiss him all over.

“darling, i’m really, really sorry. i swear i thought i tapped the green button like you told me to” he continued his sulking, nervous eyes glancing back and forth from his laptop screen to you.

“i know, baby, i know this is not your forte, and i really appreciate the sweet gesture, honestly. i love you so much,” you told him as you bit your lip. folding your legs to your chest, wrapping one around them.

“god, i love you. i swear i’ll make it up to you,” he ran his hand through his hair, giving you a quick peek of his bare chest.

“i’ll hold you to it,” you chuckled, you glanced to the clock on your nightstand, sighing when you saw the time. “i’ve gotta go,” you said as you stood up and stretched. a wicked idea ran through you head. “i’ve got like five meetings today, so i’ll probably be busy most of the day. just in case i don’t reply or something,” you made up you lie quickly. grabbing your laptop and opening a new tab.

“oh, okay. i’ll be on set until like 1 am, so we’ll talk tomorrow?” he asked, eyes bright. you nodded, biting your lip.

“definitely. i love you,” you blew him a kiss. he smiled, and you felt your heart swelling.

“i love you, too. good luck today!” he said as you reluctantly hung up the call.

you immediately got to work, calling your assistant and telling her you were taking a few personal weeks, and to email you in case of emergencies. next, you texted harry, asking him to call you once tom was busy on set.

you waited for the page to load, and once you had bought your one-way ticket to atlanta you hurriedly threw some pre-planned outfits into two suitcases, just in case. your phone rang and harry’s face popped up on your screen. you quickly answered the call, and let him know of your out-of-the-blue plan. he agreed to meet you at the airport and drive you to set. and because of your recent and sudden rise to fame, he suggested you wear all black and a cap. you followed his advice, throwing on some sunglasses as well, as you had seen tom do many times before.

once you reached the airport and checked-in, you bought some coffee and breakfast, as well as some food for the flight. you opened instagram, seeing all the messages and comments. you had seen how the fans reacted when their favorite celebrities announced a relationship, and you knew to expect the meanest comments, and even death threats. for your own sake and peace of mind, you allowed yourself to scroll until you read three of those, and closed the app.

once the plane took off, you tried to catch some sleep, preparing for the inevitable jet lag, but your mind kept buzzing from one scenario to another. so you took out your book and tried to read some chapters, putting in your earbuds, music playing quietly.

when you finally, finally landed, you stretched your legs and grabbed your bags, putting on the cap and sunglasses again, you spotted a familiar head of wild curls. you quickly approached harry.

“what happened to all black and a cap to go unnoticed?” you asked as he took one of your bags in his hands.

“think about it, two kids wearing black, a cap and sunglasses? people would think we’re up to no good.” he gave you a tight hug, you’d missed him almost as much as you’d missed tom.

he caught you up on everything he and tom had been doing these past months, you shifted in your seat in excitement, the sleep that was slowly taking over you on the plane had now disappeared from your body.

in what was probably a 15 -but to you felt like five- minute drive, you got to the hotel to leave your bags and take a quick shower. harry left you alone in tom’s room, making his way to his own room next door. he said he’d order something for you to eat whilst you got ready to see tom.

you took the quickest shower ever known to humankind, and when you walked out of the bathroom after using tom’s shampoo and conditioner, -you’d missed his smell all over you. the few forgotten hoodies and shirts that were once drenched in the smell of his soap and cologne, were now very faint.- you wrapped a bathrobe around your body, rummaging through tom’s clothes until you found one of his shirts.

you pulled it close to your face, sighing at the familiar scent you’d missed so much. you got dressed quickly, grabbing your now fully-charged phone and the key to tom’s room that harry had left on a coffee table. you knocked on harry’s door and he let you in.

“i just texted tom, he says they’ve got like three hours left.” you sat next to him on the couch, the table in front of you filled with food waiting to be devoured.

“my poor baby, they overwork him,” you pouted, reaching for one of the plates.

“it was his idea, said he’ll do anything that helps finish filming sooner.” you stopped chewing your food.

“wait, really?” you asked in disbelief, you knew tom loved his job, and you found it odd that he wanted to cut his time on set short.

“yeah, it’s been rough for him. not having you around, i mean, after he spent months with you. he’s been pretty distracted lately. messing up lines, he’s been waking up late and missing early calls...” your heart sank at the words. you ate the rest of your food with a knot in your stomach, cursing yourself for not getting there sooner. soon enough, you were back in the car, your leg bouncing up and down. you fell asleep on your way to set, waking up when harry parked the car and nudged your shoulder.

you stepped out carefully, your head turning back every few steps you took, in fear that tom might catch you. once you reached the stage where tom was filming, you flashed the visitor badge harry had given you to the guard and he let you both in. you walked in as you leaned down, your forehead against harry’s back, shielding you from the curious stares. harry told you to hide behind a giant box where they kept some lights whilst he spoke to the director.

although the box was big and tall enough to cover you completely, you crouched down, straining your ears for nearing footsteps. you heard two sets of feet approaching, your heartbeat racing.

you were met with your accomplice, a friendly-looking man behind him. you stood up as they approached you.

“this the girl?” the man asked, and harry nodded, “nice to meetcha, i’m jon.” you shook his hand, “okay, so we’ve cleared tom’s schedule for one week, we’ll need him back fully recharged and ready to work like it’s his first day on set, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, if it means he’ll work better if you’re here you can stay until we're done. i really don’t mind, i just need my guy back.” you blinked at his words, nodding slowly. “we’ve got a couple hours left tonight, i’m all up for some cheesy reunion, but it’ll have to be when we’re finished, i can barely keep him focused as it is.”

with that he left, and harry led you to tom’s trailer, where you caught some sleep while you waited. like that morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing. you reached for it, sleep leaving your body as you read the text.

‘just finished filming for the night, i’m exhausted. miss u, love you. x.’

all rational thoughts left your head, you opened the door to tom’s trailer and sprinted out of there until you reached the set. your eyes finally, finally met his figure, and tears filled your eyes.

your legs moved on their own accord, you mumbled apologies as you crashed into people, but you didn’t care. tom had his back to you, and even though he wasn’t wearing the spiderman costume, you’d recognize that ass anywhere.

“tom!” you called out, stopping a few feet away from him. you saw him whipping his head around, eyes scanning the sea of people. you made your way up to him, “tommy!” you repeated, and he finally turned around.

his mouth wide opened in disbelief, arms twitching, feet running towards you as you did the same. you crashed into each other, your legs wrapping around him, arms around his neck, fingers curling on his soft hair. his hands running all over your back, your hair. pulling you as close as humanly possible.

whispers of ‘i love you’, ‘god, i missed you’, ‘never leave me again’, and ‘i promise’ were exchanged. you tightened your hold on his hair, pulling back to look at him.

“hi,” you whispered, your nose brushing his.

“hey,” he replied, burying his face on your neck again, pressing small kisses anywhere he could reach. his hands settled on the back of your thighs as he spun you two. you giggled, sniffling as a few tears escaped your eyes.

you could not care less about the people around you, all you could think about was the boy wrapped all over you, your favorite boy. tom led you back to his trailer, where you finally untangled yourself from him. he settled you down and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you again.

you had been starved of his touch for so long, there was no way you were letting him go anytime soon.

after many kisses, touches, tears, promises and more kisses, you left for the hotel. harry had already left, getting a ride from another cast member to leave you two alone. at that moment you swore you’d make him godfather of your firstborn child.

as you waited for tom to step out of the shower -you would’ve joined him, but three showers in a day seemed kind of excessive-, you laid down on the bed, throwing the covers over your body, tom's scent engulfing you. you breathed in happily. you tapped on your phone, replying to some work emails when you received a text from harry.

‘i believe the ball is in your court. you’re welcome.’

next, you received a picture of you and tom. harry must’ve taken the picture when you and tom were too lost in each other to even notice anyone around you. in the picture, your legs are around tom, bodies pressed closed together, your noses touching as you stare lovingly into each other’s eyes. it was a beautiful picture. and the black and white filter harry had applied to it made it seem like one of those old pictures of wives reuniting with their spouses after the war.

you smiled, heart swelling with emotion as you contemplated your options. you hummed quietly, tapping the instagram logo and waiting for the app to load.

you quickly uploaded the picture harry sent you tagging both him and tom and adding a quick caption before you shut down your phone. you were drifting off to sleep when you felt familiar arms around you.

you leaned into tom’s touch, your back resting against his chest, legs tangling with his as he interlocked his fingers with your own.

“thank you so much for being here, my love. i love you,” tom whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“i’ll be here whenever you need me. i’ll always come back to you.” you turned around, facing him. you kissed the corner of his lips, and he cupped your cheek, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss, filled with emotion. your fingers played with his fingers as you moved to straddle his waist. “i love you,” you broke the kiss reluctantly. as much as you both wanted to make love that night, you’d made it your top priority that tom took his time off to rest as much as he could, and that included that first night.

you gave him one last kiss, going back to your previous position. the familiar and comfortable weight of his arms around you, the feeling of his lips on your neck, his chest rising and falling against your back, you couldn’t ask for anything better.

the peaceful environment you had created suddenly burst like a bubble as tom’s phone pinged over and over again. you heard him grunting, arms reluctantly leaving you.

tom chuckled, putting his phone on do-not-disturb and throwing it somewhere on the bed.

“you’re perfect for me, my favorite girl.” you smiled, leaning into his touch as he kissed you all over. sleep quickly taking over both of you.

tom swore his heart stopped when he’d seen the picture you posted. you’d never looked more beautiful than when you were staring up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth. the words you wrote as a caption were the last thing on his brain as he finally succumbed to sleep.

‘i said, “i bet you can’t keep this a secret for five months.” he said, “darling, i won’t make it past three.” @ tomholland2013 it’s been 10 months, who won?’

edit: i just saw henry cavill's ig post and omg what is my life. pls respect celebrities' privacy and relationships.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfic #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic #marvel #mcu #avengers imagine

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Better Than Revenge | Chapter 3

Title: Better Than Revenge Summary: Karma Inc.’s business structure is simple - clients hire them when they’ve been grievously wronged and they send one of their revenge mercenaries to right them. As painstaking as their efforts to remain ethical may be, that may be tested when former detective, Rosé, enlists the squad to pick up where she couldn’t on a much higher scale, with potentially greater consequences. Word Count: ~2.7k (this chapter) | ~8k (total) Relationship(s): Rosnali (Rosé/Denali Foxx), Jankie (Jackie Cox/Jan Sport), Halldoll (Nicky Doll/Jaida Essence Hall), Gimone (Gigi Goode/Symone), Gottlux (Gottmik/Olivia Lux) Rating: T

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Chapter Summary: Rosé learns Gigi, Symone, and Denali's revenge origin stories

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Woodstock, IL — 2016

Gigi took a deep breath as she stared at herself in the mirror. She could do this, it was fine. Every time her suspicions or confusion would bubble up, she forced them back down. Hannah was nice, she was different from the other popular girls. She didn’t see the ‘weird art lesbian’ with the braces and thick-rimmed glasses, who rarely got pop culture references post-1989, at least, that’s how she made her feel.

“I’ll text you in the morning,” she assured her mother as she threw her bag over her shoulder. “It’ll be fine, I’m just hanging out with a friend.” She was out to her mom, of course, that was her biggest ally. But she wasn’t ready to tell her that the head cheerleader had taken an interest in her. Maybe when and if they became official. Until then, she shook off the last of her nerves and drove to her house, only pulled from her thoughts by the time she was sitting on Hannah’s bed.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Hannah cooed, batting her lashes and resting her hand on Gigi’s thigh.

If Gigi hadn’t been so blinded by her crush, she might’ve thought Hannah was laying it on a little thick, but she couldn’t act like she didn’t enjoy the attention. “Me too, a-about you, I mean. Sorry, I’m just nervous…”

“How come? I didn’t come on too strong over text, did I?”

“No, no I liked it, it’s just… I’m a virgin, like, I’ve only ever kissed before,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing rosy pink. She had talked a big game over text, but being faced with the chance of starting a physical relationship brought her back to reality.

Hannah pouted, rubbing Gigi’s thigh as she thought, letting her hand inch higher. “Well, you’ve got fantasies, don’t you? I know you’ve masturbated before. What do you think about while you touch yourself?”

Gigi hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip. The other girl wasn’t wrong, she did know what she liked, could conjure up vivid imagery to get herself aroused, but she had never said any of it out loud. “I like powerful, confident women. I guess that’s something that drew me to you,” she started, “I wanna just… give up control, be dominated.”

“Really? Tell me more,” Hannah prompted, kissing along her neck and jaw and slowly tugging Gigi’s shirt off in an attempt to coax her to continue.

When Hannah didn’t seem deterred by her confession, Gigi started to relax. “It’s just, I don’t know, I always feel the need to be in control of my life and with sex, I just wanna let go and give up that power.”

“So like, what would you want someone to do to you?” she asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

She bit down on her lip. “Um… tie me up, spank me, choke me, and I know it’s kind of intense but maybe something like cnc or—” the incessant buzzing of her phone distracted her and, concerned it might be an urgent call or text from home, she took her phone out. “Sorry, one sec.”

It wasn’t from home, she had two missed calls from her best friend, Crystal, followed by several texts.

Crystal: GIGI STOP Crystal: SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! Crystal: She’s broadcasting you on IG live! Crystal: We can see and hear everything…

Gigi’s face fell, her first instinct to pull her shirt back on. Then she slowly looked up and in front of her, that’s when she saw it, nestled between stuffed animals — Hannah’s phone with an instagram live going. She didn’t say anything, just ran out of the house as fast as her legs would take her and through her tears drove right to Crystal’s house. That was when the two of them formed their plot.

In and of itself, it was simple. Gigi waited one day until Hannah was away for a cheer competition and went to her house. “I’m so sorry to bother you, Mrs. Andrews, but I think I left some of my homework in Hannah’s room, she just said to let you know so I can run in and grab it.” Once inside, she found exactly what she was looking for, sliding Hannah’s diary into her backpack and went right back out.

“This feels very Mean Girls, I love it,” Crystal remarked as they taped page after page of the diary on lockers, walls, anywhere they could.

“Well, plan B was to go the Heathers route, so let’s just hope it works.”

And to say it worked was an understatement. As it turned out, Hannah had written things far more incriminating, and because it came from someone of her social ranking, it made everyone immediately lose interest in Gigi’s livestream scandal, and she graduated with the anonymity she needed for survival.

Present Day

“I’ll be honest with you,” Rosé remarked, “it’s kinda hard to picture you as an ugly duckling, especially the way you described it.” Gigi was too pretty, too perfect. Something didn’t add up.

Gigi got out her phone and scrolled through her photos until she found one from her senior year. “Believe it, doll,” she said as she held her phone up. She watched with an amused expression as Rosé looked from her phone, to her, and back with her eyes wide and mouth agape. “Braces off, lasik, learned a lot about how to dress while going to FIDM, which is where I met Symone, who helped fill in the blanks.”

“And made sure she got to do all them things she listed to that bitch without feeling ashamed about it,” Symone added with a smirk, draping her arm around Gigi and pulling her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Why don’t you tell her your story next, baby?” Gigi prompted.

Conway, AR — 2014

Symone watched her sister throw her bag over her shoulder and start to sneak out the window. “Look, I ain’t snitching or nothing, but I still don’t think this is a good idea.”

She and her sister, Lala, were close, sometimes referring to themselves as twins – they were only ten months apart, in the same grade at school. And until the summer after sophomore year, they had the same group of friends. But the crowd Lala ran with now just rubbed her the wrong way.

“You worry too much,” Lala brushed it off. “I’ll be fine, in bed by morning like nothing happened.”

But when Symone got a collect call two hours later, she found out things were far from fine. She drove down to the county jail as fast as she could without getting pulled over herself. Luckily bail was a mere fifty dollars, but once she got her sister back in the car, she looked at her incredulously. “What the fuck happened?”

“One of ‘em brought weed, another brought booze, but when the cops rolled up on us, they said it all was mine. And who was they gonna believe, me or three white kids?” Lala sniffled, wiping her eyes. “I don’t know what’s gonna happen to me,” she whispered.

“I don’t either,” Symone admitted quietly, frustrated at her inability to come up with an immediate solution. “But we’re gonna do our best to get you out of this, okay?”

The best they could do wasn’t easy. It involved a lot of legal maneuvering, meetings with one person in a suit after another. The end result wasn’t ideal, but it was far better than what could have been. Lala was fined three hundred dollars and put on thirty days of probation. In and of itself, it didn’t seem so bad, but the residual consequences took their toll.

“I lost my scholarship, ‘mone. That was my ticket into college,” Lala sighed. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I know I’m getting off with a slap on the wrist, but I really ain’t thrilled about taking out student loans,” she sat down on the floor beside the bed, head leaning against it. “Or maybe I’ll start with community college, I dunno. It just fucking sucks that they all got off with warnings.”

Symone’s brows knitted together, her lips pressed into a fine line. “Don’t you worry baby,” she said after a moment, “they gon’ face consequences one way or another.”

It had taken most of spring break, but Symone finally had all of the pieces for her plan. “Not the most convoluted thing in the world, but it’ll get the job done,” she mused.

Lala looked at her sister, then at her desk and back. “Do I even wanna know where the hell you got coke from?”

“No, you do not.”

Getting the drugs was the hard part. Getting into school early to plant the drugs in the lockers of Lala’s former friends was far easier, as was leaving an ‘anonymous tip’ from a ‘concerned student’ on the principal’s desk.

“God, I wish I could’ve seen them get hauled off in cop cars,” Lala remarked as she and Symone drove home from school. The three students were quietly escorted out of class and arrested, the school wanting to bring as little attention as possible. “Shame that they rich daddies will still get them off lightly.”

Symone sighed and nodded. “Sure, but they’re still gonna get something, which is more than what they got when they threw you under the bus. Bet they’re gonna think twice before they let someone else take the fall for them.”

Her sister smiled softly and shook her head. “You really ain’t gotta do all that for me, you know?”

“I know,” she hummed, “not gonna stop me, though.”

Present Day

“Wow, that’s both selfless and hardcore,” Rosé remarked with an impressed nod. “Did she ever find out where you got the coke from?”

Symone laughed and shook her head. “Nah, that secret I’m taking to the grave.”

Rosé jokingly put her hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, fair enough,” she chuckled. After a moment, she turned her attention to Denali. “That just leaves you, princess,” she remarked, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. “What’s your claim to infamy?”

Denali tossed her hair off her shoulder and grinned softly. “Who, me?” she cooed, fluttering her lashes. “Well, it is kind of an interesting story…”

Nicky rolled her eyes and tossed one of the couch pillows at her head. “Stop flirting and get on with it already.”

Fairbanks, AK — 2011

Denali groaned when the sound of loud footsteps racing up the stairs pulled her from her quasi-asleep state, then pulled a pillow over her head when the door swung open.

“What the hell are you still doing in bed when the qualifiers are in two hours?” her friend, Kahmora, asked with incredulous horror. She yanked the covers off of her, but stepped back in concern when she finally caught sight of Denali’s face. “Oh god, you look like shit.”

She frowned and rolled over to face away from her. “I feel like I died and was in the process of being reanimated, then killed again,” she lamented. “It’s probably food poisoning… or maybe swine flu came back, I dunno.”

“Did you eat anything unusual?”

Denali furrowed her brows as she wracked her brain. “I mean, Tara gave me those brownies and I had one, but when she said they were ‘special’, I just thought she meant they had weed in them, but that sure as hell isn’t it.” With as much energy as she could muster, she sat upright. “Oh my god, do you think she poisoned me?”

Kahmora arched her brow. “I think that’s a bit much, even for her. Do I think she put something like a laxative in there so it’d take you out long enough that you couldn’t beat her out in the international qualifiers? Yeah, probably. She’s a cunt.”

The skater scowled, her jaw clenched. “She’s a dead cunt,” she corrected, then suddenly shot out of bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered as she raced to the bathroom yet again.

There wasn’t an obvious revenge plan for Denali. She knew that nothing she did would get her spot in the competition, and she wondered if it was even worth it. But her pettiness and spite won out and she began planning out her course of action.

“Remember,” she was saying, “if all else fails, we go the Tonya Harding route.”

Kahmora sighed. “For the last time, you are not whacking Tara’s kneecaps, now let’s go.” Despite some pouting from Denali, they went to get the gears turning in their plan. They got to the ice rink and slipped into the locker room without being noticed by Tara, who was in the middle of practice.

Denali picked the lock and took out Tara’s change of clothes. Then she reached into her own bag and pulled on latex gloves and a plastic bag containing several leaves of poison ivy. She turned the shirt, pants, and socks inside out and firmly rubbed the leaves against the fabric, making sure she left as little fabric uncovered as possible. “She’s lucky I’m merciful or I’d rub it on her panties too,” she remarked offhandedly.

Kahmora tilted her head as she watched her. “Do you actually think it’ll take her out of the competition?” she asked as her friend put the leaves and gloves into the ziploc bag.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I mean, it’s possible, probable really, that the constant itching might make it too difficult for her to skate. But this is more about getting even with her. I might not ever get another chance to compete for internationals. She’s lucky the only retribution she’s getting is a few weeks of itchy blisters.”

“Otherwise you’d Tonya Harding her?”

Denali nodded brightly. “Exactly! Now come on, we have to get rid of the evidence.” And with that, they scurried out of the locker room as inconspicuously as they’d entered it and threw out the evidence in a trash can several blocks over.

When the news broke that Tara had withdrawn from the competition due to ‘unexpected physical problems’, Denali did her best to feign shock and didn’t celebrate until she and Kahmora were alone.

“So, what do you wanna do now?” Kahmora asked.

Denali tilted her head in thought, then smirked. “Let’s go get brownies.”

Present Day

“Personally, I still think you should’ve busted her knees,” Mik mused offhandedly. “Like, I bet you would’ve figured out a way to get away with it, you conniving bitch,” he teased.

Denali shrugged. “Maybe, but it’s not very original and it’d look a lot more suspicious on my end.”

“I think it was pretty badass,” Rosé offered, making the other woman smile which, in turn, made her heart flutter — something she chose to actively ignore. Instead, she let all of their stories sink in. None of their reasons for revenge were out of line, none of their victims undeserving. And none of the consequences were as severe as some of the things she had seen in her time. “You all really know what you’re doing, huh?”

“We wouldn’t have been able to keep this up for three years if we didn’t,” Jan replied. “We had all of the potential on our own, but we make a difference together, and then we added Jackie to tie up the loose ends. It’s been smooth sailing from there.”

“Yeah, and now Jackie ties you up instead,” Nicky teased, earning an eye roll in response.

Rosé watched the group interact with a fond smile. She had assumed they all got along to be working together for as long as they have been, but she hadn’t anticipated them truly behaving like a family. It was a stark contrast to the constant coldness and curtness she had grown accustomed to, both in her previous career and in the environment she grew up in. She only hoped it would make the tasks ahead that much easier for them.

#gimone #rosnali #rpdr rpf #i promise everything else will be present day unless its something important lol

[blazinbeautywrites]

Man Crush Monday

Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.

None of the pics or gifs I use belong to me unless stated otherwise. Full credit goes to the originators of said gifs and pics.

A/N: I know this is a lil late lol but this is part of my Smut Week writing challenge which you can find here. Hope yall enjoy Producer Zab!

Length: 1,431 words

Genre: Smut

It was a rainy Monday night when Jade was scrolling through her IG feed. Just when she was bored of the app, she got a notification that her favorite producer, Zabdiel posted to his page. Clicking on it, Jade was met with the best site she’d ever seen. There he was, in all his sweaty glory, in his custom home gym. Jade moaned at the site and decided to be a little bold. She clicked on the post share button and posted him to her story with the caption “Mmmmm looking fine. #MCM” Unbeknownst to Jade, a fellow fan who followed her, saw her post and decided to screenshot it and tag him and Jade both. Jade was a singer with moderate fame and a small following on various social media sites so it was a big deal when she posted other celebs. Jade decided to call it a night and soon was off to sleep.

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The next morning she awoke to the incessant buzzing of her phone and a missed facetime from her bestie Malina. She didn’t bother with her notifications but chose to return Malina’s call.

“Malina girl what’s up.” Jade spoke as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.

“Well judging by your calm ass demeanor, I guess you haven’t been on ig or twitter?” Malina said.

“Uhhh no. Did something happen?” Jade asked.

“Girl! You’re blowing up! Apparently some fan accounts of Zabdiel caught your story and posted it on their pages. Well Zabdiel saw it and reposted it.” Malina said. Jade damn near short circuited when Malina said that last bit.

“Malina, imma call you back.” Jade hung up and immediately checked her instagram. She had thousands of notifications. She checked her dms and almost passed out. There on top was a dm from Zabdiel himself.

“Hey sorry if this is weird but I saw the post and I’m flattered. I’m going to this industry party later on tonight and I saw your name was also on the guestlist and was wondering if we could meet in person. 

Jade had to compose herself before she responded or else she’d definitely make a fool of herself.

“Shit I’m just now seeing this. Yeah I’ll be there tonight and I’d love to meet up. See you tonight!

Jade was just about to exit her dms when she saw he replied with a smiley face. She liked his response then sat her phone on her side table and decided to get ready for her day.

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She arrived at the party a little late due to her indecisiveness. After she tore her closet apart, she finally settled on a simple black long sleeved crop top with a red plaid skirt, and some black doc martens.

She walked into the venue and was immediately hit with the smell of weed. She also took note that there was a group of ppl doing lines of coke at a vip table. Jade made her way to the open bar and ordered herself a watermelon whisky sour. Zabdiel spotted her as soon as she walked in thanks to her posting her look on ig beforehand. He made his way over to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Jade?” Zabdiel asked.

“Zabdiel! Hey!” Jade said. Giving him a hug. She marveled in his sweet, cinnamon scent.

“You’re better looking in person, well you fine as hell so I don’t know what I was expecting.” Zabdiel spoke.

“And you’re taller in person. Gotta admit, I was expecting a hobbit or something.” Jade joked. Zabdiel was amused, especially since he towered over her.

“Well I’m glad I could disappoint you.” He joked back. Their banter went on for a bit before they found a vip table to sit and talk. They talked about music and Jade was taken aback when Zabdiel admitted that he listened to her music.

“Wait really? Quick, what’s your favorite song?” Jade inquired.

“Oh that’s easy. Don’t Tempt me is by far my favorite song of yours. Your vocals were like fucking butter on that shit. I wanted to remix it when I first heard it.” Zab said.

“Well what stopped you?” Jade asked.

“I wanted you to sing on it.” Zabdiel said. Jade smiled at that and finished off her drink. After talking for a little bit more. Zabdiel and Jade made their rounds then dipped from the party. 

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Jade and Zabdiel were jamming out to some of his unreleased tracks in his home studio. Jade insisted on hearing some more of his music and Zabdiel happily agreed. They were going back and forth posting each other on their ig stories, causing a frenzy amongst their fans.

“I bet our fans are dying right now.” Jade laughed. A new unreleased track played and Jade got hype. She loved songs that made her wanna shake her ass and that’s exactly what she did. What she didn’t know was that Zab was filming and posting a video of her twerking to his ig story.

“Did I tell you how fine you were already?’ Zabdiel said as he moved closer to her. Jade smiled at him and turned to face him. She ran her finger down his chest and smirked.

“You did but I don’t mind you telling me again.” Jade smiled then leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his lips. She pulled back and smiled at him. She got up to move but he grabbed her and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around him as he trapped her between his warm body and the wall. Zabdiel kissed her, more passionately this time. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, making her moan as she sucked on it. They made out for a bit before Zabdiel fell back onto a sofa in his studio, Jade in his lap. She was grinding on him, feeling him get hard. Zabdiel moved his hand so that it was positioned near her warm heat. He started rubbing languid circles on her clothed pussy. Her moans were music to his ears. He sped up his movements until he felt her wetness seep through her underwear. Jade was a mess and he loved it.

“I wanna fuck you so bad. You want me to fuck you babygirl?” Zabdiel asked.

“Yes. I want you to fuck me so fucking bad.” Jade moaned. Zabdiel didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed his pant’s down just enough for his dick to pop out. Jade was mesmerized. He was bigger than she was used to but she was gonna take it like a big girl. Jade jerked him off a few times then spit on his dick. She pulled her underwear to the side and sank down on his length. She marveled at the fullness she felt. Zabdiel almost bust right then and there. 

“Fuck you’re so tight. You feel so good wrapped around my dick baby.” Zabdiel sighed. Jade started bouncing on his dick, biting her lip to conceal a loud moan that threatened to escape her mouth.

“God you feel so good inside me…...fuuuuuuuck.” Jade moaned. She got into a squat position and rode Zabdiel’s dick. He was in heaven and felt himself about to cum. He lifted her shirt, revealing her bare breast. He took her left one in his mouth while he played with the right. As he continued sucking on her left nipple, he moved his other hand to her clit and rubbed quick circles. Jade felt herself about to burst. Her movements got sloppier as her orgasm came crashing down upon her. Jade sat fully on his dick, attempting to milk him for all he was worth.

“Yes that’s it baby, ride this dick. Fuck I’m cumming shit…..shiiiiitttt.” Zabdiel moaned. Jade hopped off of him and got down on her knees. She caught every last drop of cum as it shot out of his dick. She stuck her tongue out to show him that she’d swallowed it all, Zabdiel smiled. She was a keeper.

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“You should produce my debut album.” Jade said as she laid on Zabdiel’s sofa watching him work.

“Damn. Dick was so good you're giving me jobs now?” He laughed.

“Don’t get cocky. I’ve always wanted to work with you but my management wouldn’t let me reach out to you. Thank god you slid in my dms though.” Jade said, giving him a smile.

“I’m glad too. If you really want me to, I'll produce your shit, on one condition though. You go out on a date with me.” Zabdiel said. 

“Hmmmm………..okay.” Jade said.

“So it’s a date?” Zab asked.

“It’s a date.” Jade smiled.

#zabdiel de jesus #cnco #zabdiel de jesus scenarios #cnco scenarios

[antigenius]

Submission

Pairing: Slight Yandere!Deku x Tipsy!Reader

Warnings: Slight smut towards the end, strippers, cursing, handcuffs

A/N: So I haven’t made any good smut in a while (I’ve never published my smut before) and this idea decided to pop in my head so enjoy ig :”) I’ll write the full pp into vv in the next part soon!! Pt 1 || Pt 2 

(This smut is inspired by this picture by Bobafiish on picuki! Go check them out on Twitter and Insta!!)

You were a whore. Period. No point in saying some bullshit that you were a ‘good girl’ or that you ‘went to church every Sunday’. You just had high standards. Everyone you had met so far was either a twink, or a switch leaning to bottom. If they were a top, they were just mediocre. They’d get themselves off and nothing more. You’d be left alone, cold and empty, literally. It was becoming so hard to find someone to replace him.

You could just feel his teeth trailing across your neck, hovering over your pulse just before biting hard, leaving a purplish-blue bruise to form. His plush lips would graze over the mark, placing a feathery kiss before moving up to your lips, stealing your breath. His cold hands would ghost your torso gently, feeling your soft skin before pulling your hips down to meet his. You’d feel his clothed dick beneath your soaked panties, but he’d just let you sit there, waiting ‘til you begged.

Izuku ‘Deku’ Midoriya.

Gods was he something else.

You crossed your legs on the barstool, quickly taking a sip of your cocktail. You were getting more heated the more you thought about it. You had to get your mind off of him somehow. He was no good. He was creepy. You had found a book where he wrote about where you went each morning, how your toilet routines were like, your relationships with all of your friends, everything. You had also found a page that was sticky, filled with scribbles and drawings of you nude in bed. It was downright disgusting to think he watched you while you slept. You once even found a photo of him jacking off to you drooling.

You let the drink in your glass swirl twice before taking another sip. You were here to find someone new, and exciting. Someone who could show you a good time. Well, you’d hope so, being at a male strip club.

No one seemed to catch your interest just yet, they were all just candy for the eyes, but not a man you’d crave. Not to mention, their cocks were too big. You might like a big bitch, but even you didn’t want a guy with a nine-incher. Too much work, especially if they wanted to try pulling out.

You were beginning to get desperate though. It’d been at least a year since you had a proper fuck. You down the rest of your cocktail, sniffling a little bit. Any fuck would feel good if you were drunk, right?

You place your glass back down onto the bar counter, placing it beside the four other glasses.

“Get me another.”

The bartender nods slowly, looking at you funnily before screwing his eyebrows together.

“(Y/n)?”

You snap your head towards the familiar voice, immediately regretting the decision. Your head spins just a little as you try to focus on the person in front of you.

“It’s you, isn’t it? I haven’t seen you since, well…”

He gave a shy, sweet smile, but you knew better than to fall for it. You turn away from him.

“What happened to the other bartender?” You ask, nonchalant.

“I took over a while ago.” He peers at you from the side, green curly hair falling into his face. “You look… Different. Did you do something to yourself?”

You stood up from the chair, ignoring the fact that your sense of balance was screwed. “Shut up. I don’t wanna talk to you.”

Your brain tells your body to take a step forward, but you only stumble, causing the male to catch you by the arm.

“Hey! Be careful! You clearly had too much to drink!”

You face him, his forest eyes were still as dark as ever, luring you in like an incubus searching for his new prey. His arms were still laden with scars, prettily decorating his muscles as he steadied you to the counter. You let your eyes wander. He must’ve been one of the strippers that were dancing, looking at his costume. It was a police cosplay of some kind, the shirt fully unbuttoned to let his freckled abs show. A handcuff was on his wrist whilst his skinny jeans pressed hard against a certain area. He seems to notice your gaze, a red blush flourishing upon his cheeks.

“It’s… Costume week. Boss said I’d look good as a policeman.”

His voice was soft, a little husky even, or maybe it was just your head making it sound like that. The bass of the music made your heart vibrate even harder, and all you could do was stare.

You begged your body to be rational. You begged and PLEADED your drunken state to at least think twice about the words that would come out of its mouth. Seems like you were deaf, because your next words tumbled out of you before you could stop yourself.

“Fuck me.”

He blinks, but you could see the sliver of a smirk twitch on his plump lips. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t play games with me Deku. I’m giving you a fucking rope right now, so fuck me.”

The smirk grows, spreading across his face as he chucks the dish rag to a random stripper.

“Kacchan, take my shift. I’ve got somebody.”

Before said stripper could begin to shout at him, he leaves some cash on the table, courteously paying your tab before sweeping you into his arms.

“Let’s take this to the VIP room, hm?”

He flashes you a grin, a grin that sends electricity crackling down your spine. With a jangle of some keys, he opens the room, the scent of musky cologne filling your nostrils. A plush red sofa sat at the wall whilst the room lights were dimmed for effects. Opened condom packets littered the floor. He gently sets you down to stand, locking the door behind him. He unclicks the handcuff that dangled on his wrist, grabbing yours and cuffing them together. His tongue pokes out cheekily from behind his teeth, glinting from the piercing.

“What a cute criminal I’ve caught…”

With a chuckle, he places a hand underneath your chin, lifting your jaw up. You instinctively back away, only to hit the wall behind you. He comes closer, you could smell the acrid tones of honey and sweet perfume, it made you feel lightheaded. He captures you, ensnares you with his lips alone. It was sweet at first, a mellow teenage kiss before his tongue slips in, turning it all a bit more passionate. A dull pulse hits your lower abdomen, making you rub your thighs together to try and ease it. He pulls away, laughing.

“Wow… Just from that huh?”

His giggles were light, like he could never do wrong in the world. He pushes his hands in-between your thighs, rubbing against your clothed clit. You stubbornly bite your lip, holding back a small gasp. He raises an eyebrow at this, a cool palm pressing on the small of your back.

“Oh.” He frowns. “You’re not gonna confess?”

You glare at him. “Confess what?”

He leans in, nose tickling your ear. “That you missed me this whole time?”

You grit your teeth as he continued. “Face it, I’m the best you ever had right? I’m the only one who KNOWS you.”

You hold your urge to spit in his face. “You’re disgusting, you know that right?”

He puckers his lips together, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. “That hurts (Y/n), I know you love me.”

You tch. “Bullshit.”

He lets his shirt fall to the floor, arms and pecs in full glory. You look at him expectantly. He looks back, tilting his head.

“You want help?”

His tone was pissing you off.

“Oh I dunno, do I?” You retort, jangling your cuffs. Midoriya raises his hands in surrender.

“Woah calm down. I’ve got you.”

He rips your little black dress in half, making you almost lunge at him in fury.

“What the fuck Midoriya?! That’s my fucking clothes!”

“Clothes schmodes, I’ll get you a new one.”

You were about to snap back at him, but you were shushed by his lips pressing onto yours. He goes lower, soon reaching your cunt. Pulling your panties to the floor, he pushes his tongue into your folds, the metal piercing feeling you just right. You try to go and grab his head, but your wrists push against the cuffs. You felt a vibration flow through you; he was snickering.

“You’re not trying all too hard, are you sure you didn’t miss me?”

“Piss off, Deku.”

He presses his tongue flat against your puffy nerves. A shaky breath leaves your lips, try as you might.

“There we go…”

He laps at you almost like a dog, relishing how you’d clench your fists. He could practically hear you internally abusing his name like a mantra, but he wanted to hear it properly out of your pretty glossed lips. He removes himself from your pussy momentarily, roughly pushing you onto the couch. White stains covered the velvety surface, along with some sort of slimy drool, something along the line. You half-gagged at the sight.

“Yeah, we never clean this thing. Always gets dirty.” He hums. “Hope you don’t mind.”

With that, he goes back to work, lips connecting with your lower ones. His tongue strokes against your slit, the piercing cold compared to the rest of the muscle. His hands snake up your hips, fingers teasing the undersides of your breasts. You hiss.

“I have the ability to kick you Midoriya, I will not hesitate.”

He looks up at you from his position. “And I can stop right now, if I so wanted to. Go ahead.”

You hated this. Your blood boiled, only making the dull pulse grow stronger within you. He sneered.

“Thought so.”

He picks your soaked panties from the floor, shoving it into your mouth. “Now stay quiet, you talk too much.”

The damp fabric was cold in your mouth, leaving you to spit it out in disgust. Midoriya notices this, forcing it back with a click of tongue.

“Even when you’re cuffed you’re resisting.” A sigh leaves his lips. “I guess it’s time for the punishment, hm?”

He sucks your clit harshly, then releases it, blowing cool breath onto your heat. You squirm at the feeling, biting down on the undergarment in your mouth. Without warning, he thrusts his fingers into you, the squelching noise loud and clear even with the blasting music.

“Let’s get started, shall we?”

#deku x reader #deku smut #Izuku x reader #Midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #izuku smut #midoriya smut #yandere deku #yandere izuku #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha #mha #I hope I did well sdjsdk

[birlcholtz]

Fic Questions

tagged by @the-lincyclopedia thank you!! (fun game: watch my writing get progressively less formal as the post continues. by the end it’s like what is capitalization)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

77!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

434,378 as of this week but it does go up quite regularly

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Okay so in terms of what’s on my AO3, I have Check Please, All For the Game, Sharp Zero, HP, and Miraculous Ladybug. I also have The Forbidden LOTR and PJO Fanfiction (as in, I’ve written it, but it’s never seeing the light of day)

(technically there is a PJO fic out there that has seen the light of day but I orphaned it because I was tired of getting comments asking about when it would be updated)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

and then i met you (and the whole world changed)

for the better

Knew It Was You

come home (to you, to us)

sin bin schematics

All of these are Check Please and all of them except Knew It Was You are part of my Zimbits Airport AU!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! It’s actually a very recent thing that I’ve started not responding to literally every single comment. Mainly I respond because I love talking about my writing so I am going to seize that opportunity when it comes up

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oh, DEFINITELY Happy Birthday (HP). Check out that MCD tag ahah. (I say HP but what I really mean is that I write fic about Regulus Black. The Regulus Black-centric tag is my home in the HP fandom)

fun fact: this is a very short fic that I wrote when I was 15 and basically forgot about until recently, and then I reread it recently and went holy shit?? I pulled NO punches????

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the wildest one you’ve written?

Not a ton? I think a lot of the fandoms I write for don’t really mesh that well. That being said, the aforementioned orphaned PJO fic is actually a PJO/ML crossover, so there’s that

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope! Sometimes I get comments that are just.... really confusing? And a more common thing is that in my AFTG fic I’ll get comments from people who are so focused on Andreil (or the most common ships in general) to the point that like. they miss the point of what I actually wrote. Those are annoying but they’re not hate, they’re very enthusiastic, they’re just... enthusiastic about a story I’m not writing? So it’s a bit frustrating.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No sjflskgjhgf I struggle enough to write kissing, I think if I ever tried to write smut my brain would just shut down. I’ve managed some fade-to-blacks (which are mostly in WIPs that haven’t been posted) but they rely HEAVILY on the powers of implication

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, although I have occasionally made a brief go of it, not to post, more as an exercise for myself in a language that I’m learning. Anyway I never finish them so I’m gonna say no

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really? I’ve definitely group brainstormed fics and then written them (the best example of this being Q&A (AFTG), which was the product of a truly off-the-walls group chat), but I tend to do all the actual writing myself. I think the way I write would drive a co-writer up the wall since it’s very disorganized and I don’t write stuff down because ~I know what’s gonna happen I don’t need notes~ and it would infuriate me if I was co-writing with me lmao, so I won’t inflict that on someone else

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I regularly move through ships I’m SUPER focused on, like it’s kind of a rotation. I will forever and always ship Percabeth though.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Okay so if you follow me at @birlwrites you may know this already, but i have this ‘warmups’ document that is just like, random ideas i get that i don’t necessarily want to finish but i just want to try out for a bit? and i have a rule that once a ‘warmup’ is more than 10 pages long (so 11+) then it has to be moved to its own document, just to make scrolling through the warmups doc easier. but usually, a warmup only passes 10 pages when i’m INTO it. so i have a bazillion wips i will probably never finish. i complain about this a lot. i have so many wips. i don’t need more.

here’s one: it’s titled ‘interrobang doesn’t know they’re dating’, it’s basically a full outline for a chowder/tango fic and it would be SO cool if i could ever like. get around to writing it. but i am constantly swamped with writing projects, so it’s probably not gonna happen. if anyone’s interested in adopting it though i’d be down for that!! i think it’s a fun idea i just almost def won’t write it myself

15. What are your writing strengths?

SNAPPY DIALOGUE AND SNARKY INTERNAL MONOLOGUE. my writing is COMEDIC, 90% of my ideas are based on a funny snippet that popped into my head, a lot of my worldbuilding is based on ‘hey you know what would be hilarious’ (whenever i explain how larai selects a chosen one in the rainfall universe i start laughing, which is a STARK contrast to how it plays out on the page), i love writing funny stuff!!

also i think my writing sounds nice, a lot of the time i pick words/syntax based on sound and flow so there’s that too. and i have lots of ideas! i don’t struggle much with writer’s block because a) i have a lot of strategies to deal with it and b) i have a lot of ideas to help get around it/work with it

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

PHYSICAL INTIMACY LMAO, sometimes in my end notes on shippy fics you can see me complaining ‘it took me literally 4 hours to write that very brief kiss’. also sometimes the humor in my writing gets in the way a bit, i have to very consciously put it away so characters can actually have serious, genuine emotions. also i don’t like outlining and i tend not to get betas for fanfiction so like..... i do my best continuity-wise but having really tightly plotted stories is just not my focus lol. (and i do put more effort into that for original stuff, it’s just fic where i kind of go wild)

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If the reader’s supposed to know what it means, then writing it in another language is iffy for me. (stuff like terms of endearment which come up a lot in fic are fine imo, you can just put a note in to translate them and your reader will prob remember)

If the pov character isn’t supposed to understand it, and it doesn’t matter if the reader understands it, then ig it’s fine? but unless you already speak the other language (and i am NOT confident in my ability to translate english into literally any other language), then i think it’s way easier to just note that a character’s speaking x language and provide tone indicators, body language cues, etc. so the reader understands as much as the pov character.

That being said there are def times when it’s used super effectively--the dialogue in spanish in cemetery boys comes to mind! that’s not fanfic but it’s still creative writing so w/e

so i guess it comes down to: does actually writing out the dialogue in the other language serve a purpose? if it doesn’t, then you’re filling up the screen with words your reader isn’t likely to understand, which i try to avoid doing

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

so the first fandom i actually *wrote* for was PJO, but i distinctly remember creating warrior cats OCs when i was little. i never actually did anything w them but i had them and my favorite was a riverclan warrior named shellstream i remember this VIVIDLY

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

oh boy. okay so this is hard because i feel like i’m continuously improving as a writer. like in the sense that my writing is getting closer and closer to really matching my own taste? my favorites tend to always be my current projects as a result. and i do really love set those ghosts alight (HP) but it feels a little like cheating to say a fic i haven’t even finished writing yet. even though it’s def not cheating, that’s just the direction my brain is taking it.

i’m gonna say and then what? (OMGCP) because i’m super proud of the prose (especially ch 2 aka the first actual prose chapter), survived by (HP) for SUCCESSFULLY WRITING AN EMOTION and making readers cry :), and Q&A (AFTG) because i’m literally the one who wrote it and yet it still makes me wheeze. those are all fics i reread occasionally, because i’m big enough to admit i enjoy rereading my old stuff! (just like. to a point. some of my old stuff i can’t look at anymore because all the mistakes stick out to me like they have spotlights shining directly on them)

this was fun!! i’m gonna do an open tag because i just started my fall semester and brain tired. i know sometimes people see open tags and assume the op didn’t really mean it but I MEAN IT, PLEASE DO THIS AND TAG ME!!!!! YES YOU READING THIS

#tag games #long post #birl talks

[icedthoma]

4 o with oikawa?? Congrats on 2k!!

the story of him

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

4o. Sharing a drink + “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Warnings: Slight manga spoilers ig, also thank you for leaving a request, I hope you enjoy! 

Every life has a story to tell, an account of past events centering around that person as the main character. If in everyone’s life dwells a story, why is it the one within you only seems to have been highlighting your best friend, casting you as a supporting character in your own story from the very beginning?

When it comes to Oikawa Tooru, anyone else who gets too close to him is but a mere candle to his light, easily lost next to the pages and pages of all his accomplishments. You’re no exception. You’re just there, the afterthought, the “only invited because it would be rude not to invite all three of you” (the third being Iwaizumi, but he shines bright enough on his own, anyway). 

"Hey, you’re finishing the whole thing!”

“Huh?” Blinking rapidly, you’re forcibly brought back to the present (and the milkshake you’ve been sipping at nonstop for the past few minutes). Quickly popping the straw off your lips, you raise your eyes from the half-finished drink to where Oikawa’s in front of you, elbows rested on the small circular table the two of you are seated at. 

He sits back and huffs, lips curving into an insufferable pout. “That was supposed to be mine.”

“And you made the mistake of sharing it with me,” you say teasingly, forcing a light tone out of your mouth. “Lucky Iwa isn’t here, he’d have smacked you.”

“I've already settled things with him,” Tooru mutters, and you flinch as you remember the aftermath of their crushing loss against Karasuno. “So what if I wanted to spend my last day here with you?”

Another thing you don’t want to remember forced back into your memory. Despite your attempts to pretend that this is just a normal hangout between you and your best friend, you know for the years following this moment you’ll only be able to see him through a screen. The two of you are freshly graduated from Aoba Johsai, and Oikawa’s leaving for South America tomorrow morning. 

He snatches the drink back from you and, to your dismay, drains the rest of the shake in seconds. Long after the glass is empty he’s still holding his straw in his mouth, gaze cast down to the bits of froth left inside. The silence between you gives you an opportunity to tune in to the not-so-subtle conversation of the two girls working the counter out of pure boredom. 

“That brown-haired boy’s kind of attractive,” one giggles, elbowing her friend. “I should tell Haruki we had a super cute customer today.”

“Keep dreaming, your coffee shop romance won’t happen anytime soon.”

“Come on, you never know!”

It’s like you’re not even there, and you wish you hadn’t listened. Oikawa doesn’t seem to have heard them, though, as his eyes are still fixed dazedly on the glass and he hasn’t moved an inch. “Sorry,” he says out of nowhere, only slightly startling you while he abruptly stands up with the glass in his hands. “I’ll buy you another one.”

He’s gone before you can protest, walking back over to the counter where the girls bring their conversation to a screeching halt and fall over themselves in an attempt to look natural. When Oikawa returns, you gratefully accept the drink (with promises to pay him back that he waves away) and take a refreshing sip from one of the two straws embedded in it. “What were you thinking so hard about earlier?”

“How I’m, really, really, really, going to miss you,” Tooru says without hesitation. 

“Don’t worry,” you say, though it comes out a little dryer than you’d like. “You’ll have lots of opportunities abroad to keep you occupied. You’ll make new friends, meet lots of new people...you’re destined for success, you know.”

Oikawa stares at you, sliding the glass out of your grip and over to his side of the table without breaking eye contact the whole time. You don’t have the heart to tell him he’s just taken a sip from your straw, not his, as his narrowed gaze is focused elsewhere rather than the milkshake. “You really think I’d forget about you that easily?”

Yes. 

“No.”

You’re not a memorable person, that’s certainly been proven all throughout your middle school and high school years. In the grand scheme of things, aren’t you just another supporting character, vaguely mentioned once in the “Early life” section of someone’s wiki page?

“You’ve always been there for me since we met back in middle school,” he says, folding his hands together on the table. “You’ve seen me at my very worst, you bring me down to earth when I get big-headed, you listen to me talk about aliens even though everyone else says it’s stupid, heck, you even let me cry on your shoulder after I messed up my knee and it hurt.” Oikawa pauses for breath, voice uncharacteristically raw and strained.

“So don’t you dare say I’ll forget you, because I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

All you can do is blink in surprise down at your clenched hands and swallow hard, not trusting your ability to speak at the moment. After a minute of silence, you finally manage to choke out a small, “Thank you.”

And you mean it. 

Once the two of you leave the cafe and eventually reach the point on your way home where your paths split, the two of you stand there silently, neither wanting to make the move to leave. 

“I’m going to miss you, too,” you say, answering his statement from earlier and shoving your hands in your pockets. “But I look forward to seeing you play on the big screen.”

He laughs at that, but it’s laced with a hidden sadness as he opens his arms for one final hug. which you gladly accept. “I know this marks a new chapter for both of us, but you’ll do great at university for sure.”

You rest your head on his shoulder and breathe in his scent for the last time, memorizing the pressure of his arms around you and warmth flowing into your body, for it’s the last memory you’ll ever have of him in person. 

“Go make history,” you say, pulling away and fixing your eyes on him with determination. “And don’t forget to call me every so often.”

Oikawa nods, a small smile tugging the corners of his mouth up. “I will.”

The next time you see him will be alongside the rest of the world.

2k event masterlist

#t's 2k event #oikawa tooru x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #hq imagines #hq scenarios #oikawa tooru imagine #tooru oikawa #oikawa tōru #haikyuu oikawa

[shyvioletcat]

could we get pt. 3 of zoom interrupted??? i need to know what happened after the second meeting.

I know I already did the part 3. So how’s about a part 4?

Zoom Interrupted Masterlist

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Rowan was trying not to zone out for the tenth time in this Zoom meeting. But he was just so tired. He had been taking care of Elsie almost entirely by himself, Aelin was still not feeling her best and she was tired all the time so it was Rowan pulling the hard yards. He didn’t mind, he wasn’t the one creating a human life. But it just meant he had a hard time focusing on work, especially when his daughter was being adorably distracting. She was doing things like lining up small horse toys on his desk, asking him to open snacks or a packet of crayons in her cute little voice. 

Aelin wasn’t home, she had gone for a check up and a scan, and because of the current conditions he wasn’t allowed to go with her. Plus there was the fact they had a toddler who no one was really allowed to babysit anyway. So Rowan had stayed home and left the study door open so that Elsie could walk in and out as she pleased and he could keep an ear out for what she was up to. Right now he heard a dragging noise and then she came through the door, her mini backpack dragging behind her. Rowan smiled at her and she gave him a toothy grin in return. 

“Whitethorn.”

Rowan nearly jumped at Lorcan’s voice, but managed to keep his cool. “Yes?”

“I’m going to pretend this isn’t the third time I’ve asked you for those numbers,” Lorcan said, but his voice was lacking it’s usual harshness. He was the most understanding of all Rowan’s colleagues, with a hellion like Korbin running their household. 

“Yeah, one sec,” Rowan started lifting the toys on his desk to find the paper that he needed. As he did there was a screech and Rowan froze, looking over at his daughter.

She started waving her hands, her brow furrowed in her distress as she said, “No, no, no, no, no.”

She toddled over and Rowan tried to figure out what she was upset about. Then he looked at what he held in his hand. He had moved her horses. Muffled laughter sounded from his screen, they all knew that laughing at Elspeth was a dangerous game if she wasn’t in on the joke.

“Sorry, little love,” Rowan said, putting the horse back where he found it as Elsie glared up at him. “Dada just needed to get his papers.”

“Ta!” Elsie said, raising one hand and doing a grabby action. 

Rowan took a guess at what she was asking for and started handing her her horses and she put them in her backpack, one by one. When she was done she left, taking her full backpack with her. That left Rowan to go back to looking for the page he needed. It seemed that Elsie had been in his papers as well and they were all mixed up. His colleagues were chatting amongst themselves while they waited. Rowan knew if it had been any other day they would have been ripping into him, telling him to hurry up, but instead they were being lenient. Finally, Rowan found the page he was looking for, but his face fell when he saw he couldn’t read it because it was covered in thick, black texta lines.

Rowan shook his head, “Hold on, I’ll have to grab it off my laptop again.” Frazzled, he grabbed his laptop from the corner of the desk. When he opened it he saw it was almost out of battery and he didn’t want it cutting out mid sentence. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Ducking under the desk Rowan grabbed the charging cord, Elsie calling his name from right next to him made him jump and he smacked his head on the underside of the desk. He bit back his curse, not wanting Elsie to repeat it. When he emerged she was holding out a hat to him, one of Aelin’s. It was a blue felt thing with a pink ribbon around it, with a wide and floppy brim.

“Do I have to?” Rowan asked.

Elsie stepped closer, offering it to him. With a sigh he took it and put it on.

“Looking good, Rowan,” Vaughan teased. 

“It really makes your complexion pop,” Connall added. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Rowan said, not even looking at the desktop while he looked at his laptop screen.

Elsie was unpacking her horses again, lining them back up on the desk, Rowan didn’t try to stop her.

“Ok, I’ve got it,” Rowan said and started rattling off his report. The brim of the hat kept falling into his face so he went to take it off. There was another screech and Rowan’s heart just about stopped in his chest. “Gods damn it.”

“Dammit!” Elsie parroted back to him.

“Ah — no,” Rowan stammered, “don’t say that, alright?”

Fenrys just laughed at him and the others joined in. Then Fenrys lent forward, “Elsie, sweetheart, what you got there?”

She could barely see over the top of the desk but she looked up at the screen and held up one of her toy horses to show Fenrys. “Neigh,” she said by way of explanation.

“Oh, a horse,” Fenrys said very seriously. “Do you have anymore?”

Elise started to babble away, showing Fenrys toy after toy as he nodded and gushed over when he showed her, not understanding her in the slightest. Rowan gave his friend a grateful look as the distraction let him remove the hat. Soon Elsie had gone through all the horses and then pointed to Fenrys.

“‘Tay dere,” she told Fenrys and she toddled out of the study.

With the distraction gone Rowan continued to go through his report. Elsie came back in and Rowan assumed she had just brought in another toy to show her audience but then there was a choking noise, and he looked up to see Gavriel choking on his drink. Confused, Rowan looked down to Elsie and he felt his cheeks flush. 

“Ahhh ffffuuuu...dgeballs,” Rowan muttered and then could only stare.

Lorcan noticed next and snorted.

Rowan felt as though his face was burning. Elsie had somehow managed to find an empty condom box and was now using it as what looked like to be disproportionate stable for her horses. The box bent out of shape as she tried to cram them in. 

“Wait, what?” Fenrys blurted out as he registered what Elsie had. “If you had those… Oh, it’s empty, that explains things.”

“Mute him now!” Gavriel said, his voice strained still recovering from his choking.

There were murmurs of agreement and then Fenrys said, “What, wh —“ 

He didn’t get to finish his sentence before Lorcan muted him. He flipped off the rest of his colleagues.

“What is going on?”

Rowan turned to see Aelin standing in the doorway, a small smile on her face as she took in the scene before her.

“Why is Elsie using that box as a house?” Aelin asked, not embarrassed in the slightest. “And why is Fenrys holding up a sign with insults written on it?”

Rowan looked at the screen and Fenrys was indeed holding up a sign featuring some colourful language. Lucky Elsie couldn't read yet. 

“Want to see something?” She asked Rowan. He nodded and she pulled out a photo from her pocket. “There is our little baby.”

Rowan looked at the little black and white photo, the writing in the top corner reading 9 week + 2 days. In the middle was a little figure that was just starting to look like a real teeny tiny human, with a head and little limbs. But there it was and Rowan couldn’t help the tears that were stinging at his eyes. 

When he was done he handed it back to Aelin and she turned it to show everyone on the screen. They all ooo-ed and ahh-ed, Fenrys held up a sign that said congratulations, Connall said it was already looking like Rowan and Aelin exclaimed, “That’s what I said!” Elsie reached up, doing her grabby hands again and Rowan lifted her into his lap. Aelin passed her the photo as she then rested on Rowan’s knee and talked to her uncle, the meeting very well and truly derailed once again. 

“What dis?” Elsie asked, pointing to the photo.

“That’s the baby that’s growing in Mummy’s tummy. That’s your baby brother or sister,” Rowan explained.

“Baby,” Elsie said as she touched the photo. “Essie baby.” Then she hugged the photo to her chest. 

Aelin turned precariously so she could watch her daughter, no doubt catching a glimpse of what was happening on the screen. Her eyes were starting to brim with tears and she lent down to kiss Rowan.

“And I think we’re done,” Lorcan said and Rowan’s screen went entirely black as he was disconnected, leaving the family to enjoy this moment on their own.

~~~~~

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[nerdingz-obsessed]

An Analysis of Castlevania (Netflix)

In response to mean words from a fren.

My dearest Castlevania simps, it is time to rise up.

My friend (who I will be attacking :)) was dissing Castlevania (szns 1-3) after my recent Trevor Badass Belmont post, so now I must indulge myself with a rant on how much I absolutely love this series. This is a five four part thing, sorta long (Sorry? but if you read then you’ll understand why I love it my friend is wrong) it has minor spoilers throughout, but it's been out for a while so, proceed with caution ig.

TL:DR at the bottom folks.

One: The Nostalgia

When I was a (small) kid, my uncle was a senior in high school. (I think, I don’t exactly remember.) He loved video games and he’s part of the reason I love them today. Mostly I only ever watched him play things like Halo, but one day he was playing this 2-D, fight game, killing monsters and kicking butt. (as he described it.) And later he let me take a turn, and I couldn’t exactly tell you I knew what I was doing, but I remember how awesome I felt as some 7 year old kicking vampire arse. Now, I get to see those characters again as a young adult and it brings me back, especially the kicking monster butt parts, which brings me to...

Two: The Fight Scenes

(Light Spoilers) HOLY MOTHER OF GOODNESS, if you would have told 7 year old me, “this is going to be a badass anime one day and you’re going to squeal with excitement,” I would have laughed in your face. But I’m not laughing now. If you’ve watched it then you just know. From Sypha and MAGIC (I stan so hard lemme tell you) And Trevor WITH THE WHIPSSS (Szn 3 Episode 9 THAT SCENE Ashshishgishguhsi) And Alucard WITH MAGIC AND MAGIC SWORD (YES) And just Isaac (Whom we love to hate and hate to love) And all of the Vamps and their kool little fighting quirks. I just love love love how amazing, fast paced, and epic the fight scenes are. And it never felt incorrect. i.e. yeah Cypher uses magic and she always seems to never never run out of stamina, but to me it made sense, she’s trained for her whole life, always on the road and there are times when she does look appropriately winded. @ my friend Or Isaac, he’s powerful yes absolutely, but we still see his human weakness. @ my friend(I think this goes for all humans when compared to the Vamps and Monsters tho...)

Three: The Animation

Can I just say that this is one of the most aesthetically beautiful anime I’ve seen in a while. Like the fight scenes, for instance, when fire engulfs a lot of the screen it looks beautiful. Okay that wasn’t very specific, here, in fight scenes, the lines change. If you look, you’ll notice in intense fight scenes the lines getting harder, intenser I suppose, it therefore adds that intensity. (Especially by season 3.{Szn 3 episode 9, dual whips got me drippin fam XD}) But it was also so smooth and elegant (Hi I really love the fight scenes in this show. :)) On small details: the details in Dracula's castle and Alucard's hold under Gre- that city whose name I cannot spell. Not only that, but the scenery, my particular favorite: When Isaac is ‘forging’ his first set of monsters when he’s out on his own. I’m a sucker for the way from a distance those red flames (flames?) shot up into the sky, it was just *chef’s kiss* in the scenery department, just ahhhh :

Oh, speaking of Isaac, it’s time to get on to important, meatier things...

Four: Characters

First off, the villains/antagonists are not just evil to be evil. (Unless you’re Carmilla... :| ... I mean ig she thinks she’s justified bc hello, she’s fighting for her peoples... and I mean, she’s badass, but I sorta have to side with humans? idk) Big Daddy Baddy Drac isn’t just “I vant to suck your blood,” his pain is real. I mean, losing the only person you ever truly loved? Heartbreak. Isaac and Hector both have totally a plausible and low-key understandable reasons for their actions. Okay it’s not an excuse for their bad behavior, but the way they respond to Drac. And, back to Carmilla, can we just stan the four Queens that rule. The four ruler thing they have going is Genius! It’s brilliant, they share their acquired and unique skills and there’s no mans to ruin plans. @ my friend

Edit: Yo I didn't even touch on our two sibling bastards from szn 3. Lol. They are great manipulators, you can feel the betrayal hurt just as bad. They're the jerks that you LoVE to HATE >:(

And The side characters and minor antagonist give the story life. They aren't just blown off characters who don't promote the plot @ my friend. They add depth, perspective, atmosphere and life into the story. Some may not be particularly necessary, or may not need all the character building they were given, but none of it felt forced. It made sense with the story and the interactions they had with other characters flowed and was natural. Yeah, that was brief, but ya get the point.

And importantly, our protagonists. 

Trevor Belmont, technically the main protagonist and center for the for the entire story. His character instantly pops of the page as a reluctant hero, but one that is so damn good at his job. His emotions are believable, it's fairly easy to sympathize with him and he is a vibrant character that you can easily follow along with. See the badass Belmont post ✨ here ✨

Sypha Belnades has easily become one of my most favorite heroines. Her personality, physicality and entire character are so vivid and colorful. She is a believably strong character who does not deserve the resentment she gets from @ my friend. I admire the steps that her character has gotten to take in the story and I am so excited for more Sypha. Also ✨ M a g i c ✨

Lastly, Alucard, our troubled, half vampire son who deserves the world and a hug. He is introduced as the badass immortal that we love to see, but seeing how he has to deal with well, everything, is why I so love the writers. They gave us a dynamic in which we get to see someone, who at first didn't care or need for interaction with others slowly realize how much he needed it. And you can see the stages of his development through each episode. It's lovely. He also doesn't deserve the hate my friend gives him. Also, ✨ Tiddies ✨ (I'm so sorry omg)

And Extra ! Extra ! they are all attractive, like have you even seen an unattractive face in any of the characters with surplus screen time? Sure they may not be your type (@ my friend) but they each have their good looking qualities.

Five(ish): Dynamics/Relationships

I'm lazy and can't write another paragraph lol, but point is. Everything in the amazing show flows together so well. Nothing feels awkward or forced, and more importantly everything has a cause and effect factor for other things. Maybe not directly, but it's there. And everything will come crashing together soon, can't ya feel it? As for relationships b/t characters, well, what can I say, they work so well, are unakward, and have me begging for more.

TL:DR:

This show is beautiful and amazing, both in animation and writing quality. Characters pop of the screen as do the scenes. Fight scenes = Epic. Villains = Important + Badass. Characters = Relatable. Writing = Good. Scenes = Pretty. Hotel = Trivago.

And I didn't even get into the details. Smh.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, I hope you had a good time @ my friend

#castlevania s3 #castlevania #rant #it's so good i could rant for hours #im so sorry this is long lolol #trevor belmont #sypha belnades #dracula #alucard #adrien tepes #blood tw #monster blood but hey i gotchu

[excelsi-or]

just a little sweeter (pt.3)

Hi friends~~ I hope you guys all had a good relaxing weekend! I am back with more Jihoon & baby times. :D

BIPOC time: if you guys can, please check out this linktree by antiracismdaily on IG. It has links to donate for Jacob Blake, who was unarmed and shot by police in the back and is now paralyzed from the waist down, and the Milwaukee Freedom Fund. As well as a link to demand justice for Jacob.

w.c. 2.3k (domestic fluff, this is one of my faves)

pt. 1; pt. 2

Over the next few weeks, every time someone drops a coffee off at his desk, Jihoon can’t help but think about the woman standing behind the counter who made it. She’s helped him out more than once on a hard day with Eunha, and he hasn’t even properly thanked her for either incident. He’s taken Eunha to the café after work a few times, when he doesn’t know what to make his daughter for dinner. She hasn’t been there, but the employees are always happy to see him.

“You should really feed her better,” Seungkwan says. He brought Eunha soup when Jihoon said he’d forgotten to pack either of them a lunch.

“I know,” Jihoon sighs, still focused on finishing up one of the last few songs for the album. “All I’ve been able to really think about is all our deadlines.”

“I told you that if you wanted, we could go to a cooking class so you could learn quick recipes.”

“And I said that would be a bad idea.”

“Eunha doesn’t have to come,” Seungkwan reminds him. He looks over at Jihoon. “Besides, you can’t keep her hidden forever. The staff at the café know you have a child. How long until that gets out?”

“If they haven’t said anything already, considering how often I go, I’m guessing I have some time,” Jihoon says.

“We’re out of here earlier tonight. Soonyoung hyung said that we should rest a bit,” Seungkwan scoffs. Eunha grabs his wrist to remember to feed her. “So maybe you should cook this little on dinner, hmm?”

Eunha giggles.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure.”

But Jihoon does listen to him. The younger man is right; his daughter should eat better. As she is slowly starting to prefer walking to being carried, she has her hand clasped around his finger. It takes a little longer to make it to the store near the studio, but they get there with only one near fall.

Jihoon stands at the front of the produce section, already overwhelmed.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Jihoon turns at the voice. He recognizes her immediately. “Hey. It’s late.”

She nods. “One of my girls was having issues with her boyfriend, so there was no one to watch her kid until her mom got back from a doctor’s appointment.” She waves it off. “Gotta cook myself dinner.”

Jihoon hums. “They want us to rest for once,” he chuckles. “So I thought that I would cook the little one dinner.”

She crouches down and holds a hand out for a high five. “Hello.”

“I guess I’ve never introduced you. This is Eunha.”

She glances up at Jihoon. “She looks like you.” Her eyes fall to Eunha who still has a hand pressed to hers. She wraps Eunha’s tiny hand in hers. “Are you excited for daddy to cook you dinner?”

Eunha pulls a face. Jihoon’s learned that his daughter understands much more than she can speak, so she answers with facial expressions. Most of which she’s learned from Seokmin and Soonyoung.

“Oh,” she laughs. She straightens. “I guess you’re not much of a cook.”

“Never really had to learn until now,” Jihoon admits.

She looks around and shrugs. “How healthy are we trying to go? Or are you just going quick and easy?”

“Quick and easy,” Jihoon answers. “And if you can write down all the instructions, that would be great.”

“I could show you if you’d like.”

Jihoon tilts his head.

“You and Eunha can come to my place for dinner and I’ll show you how to make it. It’s always easier than words on paper. Then you’ll also know what it should look like.” 

He can’t say no to an offer like that. He also doesn’t want to tell this woman no.

Jihoon trails after her as she begins to fill her basket with produce.

“That seems like a lot of stuff.”

“Most of it is for me,” she laughs. “The recipe I’m thinking of, I have most of the ingredients at home.”

“Oh. Do you want to meet at the front then?”

She looks over at him with a tomato in her hand. “Do you have other things you need to grab?”

“Well, no. I just don’t want you to feel pressured or annoyed that we’re around.”

She laughs. “If I thought that, Woozi-ssi, I wouldn’t have invited you over.”

“Woo-zi,” Eunha repeats.

“Call me Jihoon.” Jihoon taps Eunha’s head. “And you call me Dad.”

She smiles at the exchange and introduces herself in kind. They wander through the store. She picks up snacks, and asks Jihoon what sort of snacks he likes. “I know you’re coming for dinner, but everyone likes to snack while they cook.”

Jihoon asks about her work and how she got into it. In turn, she asks about Eunha and her personality. As Eunha is currently Jihoon’s favourite topic of conversation, he doesn’t mind sharing.

By the time they’re in the check out line, Jihoon feels comfortable. Eunha appears to be as well, because without hesitation, she grabbed this stranger’s hand when Jihoon offered to carry the grocery basket. With a reuseable bag each, she leads Jihoon in the opposite direction of his apartment.

“I heard you’ve been coming in more often.”

Jihoon hums. “When I don’t have time to cook her dinner, ironically enough, I’ll head into the café.”

“And here I thought you’d never step foot into my establishment. The members said you’re a hermit.”

“I don’t usually go anywhere, because…” He nods his head towards Eunha, who is walking between them. Her hands are clasped around each of theirs. “Not great for the idol image if I suddenly have a child and no mother.”

“You never mention her mother.”

Jihoon hesitates. This is further in the conversation than he wanted to go.

“We don’t have to talk about her. I’m pleased you come in and like my food.”

“The dinosaur sandwiches are a nice touch,” Jihoon admits, relieved that she can read the situation well. Every situation well. Each time Jihoon has felt uncomfortable, she’s changed the topic of conversation.

“It must be hard to have to take her everywhere.”

“The job allows it and the members are great with her. I honestly couldn’t ask for a better set up.”

She gives Eunha’s hand a light tug towards an apartment and they walk up the steps. She drops Eunha’s hand and fumbles for a key in her bag to let them in. They take the elevator up to the third floor, and almost immediately, Jihoon is hit with a whiff of… dog.

“Sorry,” she mutters when Eunha claps a hand over her nose. “One of the neighbours has four dogs and doesn’t bathe them often enough. When it rains, it really makes the smell permeate.”

Jihoon scoops Eunha up with one arm, so they can hurry down the hallway. As soon as they step foot into her apartment, the smell shifts to something lighter. It smells like clean laundry in her home and Eunha sighs in relief. Jihoon sets her down and his daughter slips out of her shoes. She stands at his side, eyes peering curiously into the darkened living room.

“Come here, Eunha,” she beckons. She leads them into the living room, flicking on the light. She disappears into one of the bedrooms and reemerges with a basket of toys. She sets it down on the floor and Eunha is all over them. There is a colouring book that the little one gravitates towards and Jihoon notices the desk with art supplies on it when she grabs a cup of crayons. She sets it down on the rug and Eunha lies stomach down and quickly begins colouring a page.

Jihoon squats down next to his daughter and runs a hand over her hair. “Do you want water?”

“No,” she says.

“Okay, we’ll be in the kitchen.” Jihoon kisses the top of her head before heading to the kitchen. “The toys?”

“My little brother,” she chuckles as they unload the groceries. “It doesn’t make sense to bring all his toys here every time, so I have a box of them.” She shrugs. “I try to get us out of the house, so he can use up his energy. But on rainy days, we make do.”

Jihoon pulls products out so she can put them away. Once everything appears to be put away, she pulls ingredients out and Jihoon can already guess what they’re making. “We’re making kimchi and bacon mac and cheese.”

She grins at him. “I told you it was easy.”

“Is it bad that I don’t know how to make it?”

“And that’s why you’re here.”

Cooking is easy and Eunha does stumble in a few times looking for something to eat. Jihoon hands her a few snacks, but tries to pay as much attention as he can while she explains how to make the mac and cheese. It seems so straightforward, but when they sit down to eat—Eunha sat on five cushions—Jihoon is surprised at how good it tastes. Eunha happily eats with a hand and a fork.

She chuckles as she stands and returns with a bib. She ties it gently around Eunha’s neck. “There you go, kiddo. Go crazy.”

Eunha stares down at the dinosaurs on the bib and smiles wider.

“I can’t help all the mess on her face,” she apologizes.

Jihoon shakes his head. “You’ve done more than enough.”

“Do you let her eat sweets?”

Jihoon’s eyes widen, but when he looks to Eunha, she’s so focused on dinner that she doesn’t hear anything.

“Judging from your reaction, I’m going to assume you try not to,” she laughs. “Hyper?”

“Intensely so.”

“Do you let her eat the sweets alone?”

“Usually. I mean, I don’t eat when she eats.”

She nods her head thoughtfully as she pops some food in her mouth.

“Should I be?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s my own idea of parenting.” She rests her cheek in her hand. “And I’m not a parent.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“You’re doing just fine, Jihoon.” She gives him a light kick under the table. “Look at her. She’s gorgeous and healthy. Aren’t you, kiddo?”

Apparently, Eunha only listens if she’s talking, because her large doe eyes turn to her as soon as she hears the nickname. Just her looking makes Eunha smile widely.

“So, don’t stress much.”

Jihoon scoffs at the praise. “Back to the topic of feeding.”

She snorts. “Right.” She brushes some of Eunha’s hair out of her face, but it continues to fall into the girl’s mouth. She stands and pulls the pieces around Eunha’s face up into a little ponytail and ties with the elastic around her wrist. “There we go.”

She sits back down and gives Jihoon her full attention. If she can see the fondness in his eyes, she doesn’t acknowledge it. “Right. Feeding. You should eat with her. It will make her want to eat, you get to eat, and why would eating together ever be a bad thing?”

“Because then I also have to feed her.”

She looks from him to Eunha, who hasn’t needed any assistance except to get her hair out of her face.

“I think she can manage feeding herself.”

Jihoon hums. “I guess you’re right.” Maybe he hasn’t realized how big his little one has gotten.

She chews a mouthful. “When my little brother comes over, he makes the biggest mess. My parents hate it, but…” she shrugs, “throw everything in the wash, wipe it down with a towel, and everything is the same. He gets to learn how to do things on his own and I don’t have to coddle him all the time.”

“And you feed him dessert?”

She finishes the last of her mac and cheese. “I usually give him fruit. Ice cream if I have it.”

Eunha says nothing, but looks to her expectantly.

“But I don’t have it today,” she apologizes. “Do you like fruits, kiddo?”

“Strawberry,” Eunha says.

Jihoon lifts an eyebrow. That’s news to him.

“Hmm,” she hums.  She peers into her fridge and says, “Well, I don’t have strawberries, but…” She brings out a peach and crouches down next to Eunha so they’re eye level. Then she holds the peach in her palm. “How about this?”

Eunha tips her head.

“Peach,” she states.

Eunha sounds out the word. “Pee-each.”

Grinning, she nudges it into Eunha’s hands. “I’ll let your dad cut it for you, hmm?”

Eunha holds the fruit between her hands, her thumbs running over the fuzz. Then she holds it out to Jihoon when he has a knife.

“You keep your peaches in the fridge?”

“Only for when my little brother is going to eat it. For whatever reason, he prefers it cold.”

“You’re saying she cooked you dinner?” Seungcheol asks down the line.

Jihoon hikes Eunha up higher. She’d fallen asleep after dinner and Jihoon didn’t want to keep her any longer. “Yeah. Well mostly Eunha, but we ate it too.”

“And she just… invited you to her house.”

“Yeah. Is it weird?”

“Jihoon. The woman is interested in you.”

“Well…” Jihoon can’t exactly argue that. With a daughter, he’s suddenly become very adept at reading people. He can tell when a woman is interested in him. Maybe it’s because he has to think about Eunha too now. “Yeah, I know.”

“Well, my next question is going to be are you interested in her?”

“Eunha loves her.”

“I’m asking about you.”

“I don’t know,” Jihoon admits. “I think I like the help.”

“What if you just ask her out on a date?”

“And do what with my daughter?”

Seungcheol snorts. “Obviously we can watch your daughter.”

Jihoon pauses. As great as Seungcheol and Jeonghan are with Eunha, Jihoon feels significantly better asking Seungkwan to watch her. And he says as much.

“Well, bring her to their dorm then,” Seungcheol snorts. “All I’m saying is that asking the woman on one date isn’t going to make you burst into flames.”

#woozi imagines #woozi scenarios #woozi #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen #svt #lee jihoon scenarios

[just-some-fiction]

Just You and Me Part 43

Lucia tries out some Tiktok pranks on Rio.

I don't have Tiktok so this is purely based on what I've seen on YouTube and IG.

Lucia didn't have Tiktok. She was never going to get it. As the wife of a very dangerous gang leader, risking secrets being exposed through thirty second shorts on the internet, wasn't really worth it. Rio was already not a very big fan of her Instagram account, but that was more of the comments from random dudes than anything else. However, that didn't mean that she wasn't going to pull some of the pranks Chuck shared with her from Tiktok on said gang leader. 

First Prank: Dressing up to go to Target 

Rio was currently sitting in his office going through some paperwork, when Lucia walked in, leaning against the door frame, her phone aimed low at her side. 

"Papi," she said casually, "I'll be back in a bit aight, just wanna get something at the store."

Rio looked up and nodded. Looking back at his work, however when his brain finally registered his head snapped back up. By the time he realised Lucia was dressed up in a very tight bodysuit and heels, she wasn't in the doorway anymore.  

Lucia hid her smile as she walked toward the front door, “Marcus mama is just going to the store aight," she called. 

"Where you going?" Rio's voice came from behind her. Turning around she angled her phone. Her husband had a deep frown on his face as his eyes scanned her outfit. She could tell his mind was working overtime. 

"To the store baby," she replied innocently. By now Marcus was standing next to his dad, a toy clutched in his hands.

"Mama can I go with?" the little boy grinned. 

"No sweety I'll just be gone for a few minutes," she looked at her son. 

"Oh hell no." Rio raised his voice. 

"Baby what's the matter?" she looked at him confused. 

"You going to the store?" he asked. 

"Yeah." 

"Dressed like that?" 

"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed Christopher?" 

"Ain't nobody dress like that to go to the store." 

"Baby I've been on maternity leave for a while I just wanna dress up.”

“You didn’t dress up to go to the store when you had Marcus,” he shot up. By now she could tell he was getting worked up. Lucia simply shrugged. 

"Aight," he nodded, rocking his jaw, "Marcus get your shoes, you going with mama.”

Lucia wanted to laugh so bad at her husband and her son who looked super confused, but she held it in. Staring at the phone to check if it's still recording she smirked. When Rio noticed her smile at her phone, it seemed as though his head was gonna explode. 

"Hold up," he snapped, "I'm getting the baby, we all going to the store."

She couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughing. 

"Baby it's a prank," she showed him her phone. 

"That shit ain't funny Lucia," he shook his head, "was gonna cap someone’s ass," he muttered, walking back to the office. 

"Mama are we still going to the store?" Marcus looked at his mother. 

“No papi,” she laughed, kissing his head, “we can go tomorrow ok?” 

Walking into the office, she shut the door and stared at her husband, “Baby,” she laughed, walking over to him and sliding onto his lap, “you cross with me?” he didn’t look at her. 

She kissed his forehead, "I'm sorry baby," she laughed softly, "it was just too good." 

“Ima get you and your pranking ass back.” 

Second prank: Someone's try a flirt with me 

Lucia was pushing the trolley along the aisle, Marcus was walking next to her, pointing at items that were on her list. Her husband was getting a few things for her from another aisle. Deciding it was the perfect time to try a TikTok prank Chuck showed her yesterday, she set her plan into action. 

'I think someone is hitting on me…' 

Putting her phone back into her bag, she continued down the aisle at a slower pace, watching her son stroll in front of her. Not five minutes later, Rio came sauntering down the other end, hands in his coat pockets, popped collar and his tattoo on full display. He had a murderous look in his eyes but his face was as passive as ever.

Lucis had to resist the urge to laugh as he walked towards her, "Where's the dumbass?" 

"Uhh," she stammered, "he left but it's fine babe." 

"No it ain't," Rio snapped, "what motherfucker thinks it's aight to hit on someone who has a kid with them and a baby strapped to them?" 

Alex fussed a little at the sound of her father's voice. She tried to turn her little head in his direction. Her little legs squirming against Lucia, who turned slightly so she could see her dad, who stroked her cheek. 

"Baby," Lucia smiled and realisation dawned in Rio's face. 

"Again Mami?" 

"I'm sorry baby," she laughed, "it was just a perfect opportunity." 

"I'm leaving your ass here with these kids," Rio shook his head and turned to walk away as Lucia continued to laugh. 

Third prank: Hey shawty your man still around 

Lucia was lounging on the couch. Marcus was with his grandmother, so it was just the two of them at home. Rio was scrolling through his phone on the other end of the seat. Deciding she was gonna do this now, Lucia turned on her camera and played the recording. 

As the phone rang, her husband didn't pay her any attention, until, "Hey shawty, your man still around."

"Oh shit," she feigned shock, mimicking turning the phone off. Looking up, she got a fright at the sight of her very pissed off husband standing over her. 

Before she could react, he was pulling her panties down her legs, "Get that dumbass on the phone and answer his question Lucia," he buried his head between her legs. 

"Baby," she laughed, "it was a prank," she replayed the recording. He ignored her and ate her out, however just as she was about to come, he pulled away and placed a soft kiss over her clit. 

"Kidding mama," he got up, his forehead resting against hers, "it was just a prank," he smirked, "you don't get to come."

"Rio!" 

Fourth prank: Call him by a different name 

"Mama," Rio walked into their bedroom one night. 

"Yeah Rob," she greeted him nonchalantly, reading her book. 

Rio stopped dead in his tracks, "Scuse me?" 

"What?" 

"Who the fuck is Rob?" 

"I don't know," she shrugged, "why?" 

"You just called me Rob."

"I didn't." 

"Yes you did." 

"You're Rio."

"So now we getting names right." 

"Baby." 

"Yes Linda." 

"Really now?" 

Fifth prank: Cuddle 

Rio was scrolling through his phone, trying to sort out a deal, when Lucia strolled into the lounge and plonked herself next to him. Habitually, Rio squeezed her thigh in greeting before continuing with his task. 

The next thing he knew, Lucia was on his lap, legs on either side of him. Her head was resting against his shoulder, face buried into his neck and her arms planted against his arms.

"You good?" 

"Yeah."

"I need to go to the bathroom real quick." 

"Okay I'll come with."

"What," Rio looked at her, "you ain't coming with me to take a piss." 

"Why not?" 

"Cos that's weird." 

"So you don't wanna spend time with me?" 

"Don't wanna what," he trailed off, before, "this is another stupid prank ain't it?" 

"I love you." 

"Get off." 

Sixth Prank: Wiping away a kiss

This was probably the prank that was gonna get her killed. Rio loved kissing and touching. He'd be busy with work and just randomly walk out of his office in search of her for a kiss or some form of affection. So what she was about to do may cause her husband to go into a fit of rage. 

"Hey mama," Rio walked into the bedroom, slipping his gun out from his back pocket and stashing it away. 

"Hey," she smiled over her book, watching him walk towards her, then bed down to kiss her cheek. As he pulled away to go to the bathroom he noticed something and stopped. As he pulled away Lucia wiped her hand discreetly against the spot he kissed before turning a page. 

"What was that?" 

"What baby?" Lucia feigned innocence. Rio said nothing and simply kissed her again, this time on the lips. As he straightened up, her hand ran over her lips. 

"The fuck you doing?" 

"What?" 

"Wiping off my kisses." 

Lucia laughed, "Seriously?" she pulled him back and kissed him. However as soon as he straightened up again, she wiped it off. Not saying anything, he tackled her onto the bed, pinning her hands above her head and started placing kisses all over her face. 

"What you doing dumbass?" she laughed. 

"Letting my kisses soak in before you can wipe them off again."

#Rio good girls #Rio nbc #Rio x Lucia #Good girls NBC #Nbc good girls

[bxcksdoll]

Instagram

Pairings: Thor x reader

Summary: Y/N teaches Thor how to use instagram.

Request by @gbadwal : Heyy can you make a thor x reader where she is teaching him how to use ig but he posts a picture of her sleeping coz he has like millionssss of followers

Warnings: none

A/N: Chris Hemsworth is do pure in the gif below uwu

“What is that?” Thor asked from behind you, as you sat curled up on the couch next to Natasha.

“What’s what?” the redhead responded, glancing behind at him.

“That thing you’re on, on your phone,” he moved around the couch and squeezed in between you, causing the two of you to move into more space and complain as you did so.

“Uh, you mean Instagram?” Natasha laughed, dryly, clicking different keys on the screen to show him.

“Yes, what is it?” Thor leaned his finger closer to her phone, attempting to touch it, but she snapped her hand away from his.

“Oh no, big guy, you’re not messing with my phone. Last time you held Tony’s you almost dropped it so stay the hell away from mine,” she protested and Thor nodded in agreement, reluctantly moving his hand back.

“Do you both have Instagram?” Thor asked, turning his head from Natasha to you.

“Yeah, everyone does,” you giggled. Thor felt a hint of embarrassment at not knowing what it was and felt he must have it to be like ‘everyone’.

“Then I want it too!” he gleamed, hiding his slight embarrassment with an adorable smile that always made you melt.

Natasha burst out laughing. Thor turned to her, a confused frown plastered on his features. Natasha, quickly, regained herself as her expression went serious again. “Oh, you’re serious?” she asked with disbelief.

“Very much serious,” he nodded.

“Do you even know what Instagram is used for, Thor? Or how it works?” you asked.

“Not really but that doesn’t matter, I’m sure you can teach me how it works, my love,” he gave you another heart-warming smile which you couldn’t say no to.

“Um, sure,” you replied. “I’d be happy to help!”

Natasha burst out laughing, again. “Good luck, Y/N! I think I’ll leave you too alone for a few hours to see how long it takes for Thor to figure out how to use it,” she teased, leaving the room.

Thor grumbled something under his breath which you couldn’t quite hear - you assumed it was some snarky remark about Natasha.

“Do you have your phone with you?” you asked him.

“No, it’s in the kitchen I think. I’ll be back in a moment.”

After Thor returned, you downloaded Instagram on his phone and started setting up his account. Annoyingly, he didn’t have an email yet so you had to create one first in order to start his account.

“What do you want your username to be?” you asked, scooching closer to him.

Thor paused, his brows furrowing, “my...what?”

You facepalmed, laughing to yourself. “It’s what you name yourself on social media - how people know it’s you. For example, Bruce’s is @brucebanner - he kept it simple but Natasha’s is @thisisnatasha.”

“Oh, I see,” Thor nodded, “I think mine should be...@godofthunder!”

“Hmm, sorry, sweetie, but that username is already taken.”

“What?! How? That person is an imposter! I am the only god of thunder!” Thor raised his voice as you giggled in response.

“They’re not really a god of thunder, Thor. They just decided to have that username, that’s all. Anyway, one thing you’ll learn about social media is that lots of people pretend to be people they’re not - so be careful,” you replied, placing your hand on his knee.

“Oh, right. Of course,” Thor laughed, slightly embarrassed. “In that case, should my username be @sonofodin?”

“Yes, that’s a good choice and it’s free too!”

After setting up his account, you showed him all of the pages he would use.

“This is your feed - you haven’t got any right now since you don’t follow anyone. And here is the search page where recommendations will pop up. If you click this bar you’ll be able to search for anything you want. Here, I’ll make you follow the others...and if you now go back to your feed and click on the top right you can message any of us!”

Thor grabbed his phone from you and turned it so that you couldn’t see it. For a moment, you were confused but then you felt a familiar buzz from your back pocket; you sat up slightly to take your phone out of your pocket. Switching it, on the screen read: ‘@sonofodin: Hello, my love😉’.

You laughed out loud, smiling up at him. “When did you learn to use emojis?”

“Stark put them on my phone a few weeks ago. I think they’re rather amusing,” he grinned back and turned his phone towards you, once again.

“Okay and now if you go on your feed you can see what everyone posts. See, there’s Wanda out on a date with vision! If you scroll down you’ll see more - ah it’s Clint and his daughter!”

“And how might I post my own photos, love?”

“You press this middle button and your camera roll comes up like this,” you helped him.

“Thank you, Y/N. I can’t wait to try this out! How do I receive these followers you talk about?”

“Well, if you post something they will start following you. Oh, you see that circle below the heart?” Thor nodded. “That means someone has either liked a post of yours or has followed you. See, Tony, Natasha, Sam and Bruce have already followed you back!”

“Woah, that was rather fast...do people spend their whole lives on this app?” he scrunched up his face.

“Yes, some do,” you laughed. “You just have to make sure you don’t get too carried away.”

“I’m sure I won’t use it too often.”

Just then, Sam came skidding into the room.

“Since when did you get Instagram, Thor? I didn’t even think you knew how to turn on a phone!” he shouted.

Thor sighed, frustrated. “Does everyone around here think I’m some incapable old man who can’t work a simple device?!”

“Well, you are over a thousand years old, sweetie,” you giggled, kissing his cheek.

——————————————————————————

That night, you barely got any sleep. Usually, you would stay up on your phone for most of the night but tonight it was Thor. You lay in bed, turned away from him as he sat up, his face close to the blue light of his phone.

“Thor, hunny, can you turn the brightness down? I can’t sleep!” you complained.

“Sorry, my love, but I’ve turned it to the darkest it can go,” he replied, continuing to scroll through Instagram.

To your surprise, you managed to get some sleep and woke up as the sun shone through your eyelids. Turning over, you admired Thor sleeping on his back, his phone rising and falling on his chest. You laughed to yourself and took your phone from the nightstand beside you.

Opening Instagram, you decided to go on Thor’s new account to see what he had been posting. But, so far, he had only posted one picture. Your eyes widened in shock and embarrassment as you clicked on it.

Thor had posted a picture of you curled up in bed, the blanket around you positioned securely. He had taken a picture of you while you slept. Glancing down, you saw that the caption read: ‘Hello, Instagram! This beautiful woman helped me set up my account and showed me how this all works. Excited to be here.👍’.

He had gained 5 million followers overnight which shocked you and, as you looked down you saw that the post had over 2 million likes.

You sighed, deeply, annoyance running through your body. However, when you turned to look at him your annoyance melted into content and love - he looked so relaxed and happy, which you couldn’t stay mad at.

Looking down in the comments you sighed and laughed, again, at the other Avenger’s commenting:

@starktony: She may look peaceful now but just wait till she sees you’ve posted this. It was good knowing you, buddy.👋🏻

@stevengrogers: Yay!! You finally got it! Y/N looks so cute here.

@wandamaxi: HAHA! She’s adorable.🥰

@thisisnatasha: Awwww my bby is so cute!

@jamesbbarnes: You’re dead once she sees this, pal.

@imsamw: Thanks for this, now I can blackmail her with it😈

You shook your head, moving closer to Thor. You wrapped your left arm around his torso, laying your head on his chest.

“You’re gonna have to make this up to me when you wake up, Thor,” you smirked, trailing small circles on his chest.

Tag list: @xmarveled

#thor x reader #thor imagine #chris hemsworth #marvel #marvel imagine #fluff #thor fluff #thor one shot

[saltine-kakyoin]

OH SHIT!!!! my clown ass never saw that u rb'd those ask posts, i was Looking at my notifs to see if u would so i could send u some but SOMEHOW I MISSED IT??? clown hours.... ANyways for the emoji one have 🤗💙💘🍀😇 and 👍 (tried to not do repeats from your ask 2 me cause they all apply anyways but, Regardless) and for the questions post, maybe 5, 11, 12, 17, 20, 23 and 25? ;__;/ ily so much and i hope u have a rlly lovely night!!! and that this coming week is kinder 2 u!!!! 💖💖💖💖

ahhh, it’s no worries!!! idk about you but for me, tumblr has been having the Time of Its LIFE lately wrt notifications and most disconcertingly, unfollowing people! D: so i completely get it, it’s no worries!!! ;w;/ i already know for a Fact i’m going to write so so much, so i’m gonna put this under a readmore >w< ruth 🤝 sarah respectful lesbian moments

edit: so I finished writing it and it’s Insanely Long- just in case you don’t make it to the bottom, thank you mein broth-er!!!! ; O; i hope you have a wonderful night too!! writing all of this out made me reminisce on some really nice times, and I’m having an a1 night! ^^ ilysm! it’ll probably be daytime when you read this, so i hope you have a great day! <3

🤗 given the chance I would gladly hug you

on god!!!! ;___; i think i would frfr dissolve if a got a Ruth-Certified hug, things have been so overwhelming lately

💙 you are my closest friend

the feeling is mutual!! <3 we don’t always get to talk often, but fhdhshg when we do we talk about like All of the Madness in Sarah’s Mind^tm, and you are so patient + tolerant of my incoherent ramblings which is something i don’t think i’ve ever fully experienced? anyhow, after a year (more than a year?) of having these kinds of convos and going through the general madness of life together, I totally agree ;w;

💘 I love you so much

i love you too!!! so so much!!! 💃🕺 i don’t think words will ever be able to express how much i love and appreciate you! 💜💛

🍀 i’m lucky to have met you

i know we talk about this often, but seriously i feel the same way! it’s a little crazy that we met, technically, because Joseph Joestar tm deserved more than to be a cheater... there is something hilarious about this wild friendship rooting from him!! of all jojos!! 🤢 but i’m so grateful that we met, it’s been such a wonderful ride ;w; <3

😇 you’re a sweet cinnamon bun

🥺🥺🥺🥺 bro i- fhdhghdhgh thank you!!! ;o;

👍 you are fun to be around

ahhh, thank you!!! i am glad you feel this way bc whoo boy, i think some other people would look at the madness i tell you about and go 👁️👁️ that’s a no for me, luvs. remember last year when i was losing it tryna prepare for ren faire + i cut my palm on that one glass bottle? bc a- i barely do and b- i feel like that moment encapsulates the nicki minaj roman holiday-ness of my life XD i’m really grateful you’ve stuck around through it all 🤗💕💖

now buckle in bro!!!! the essays are incoming!!!

5. Name a movie that makes you genuinely laugh.

i swear on my life the Mortal Kombat movie from 1995 is a national treasure, it is SUCH a solid movie and has so many funny moments. Robin Shou makes such a 🥺🥺 Liu Kang, and jesus fuck he can be so savage when the script calls for it!! there’s one part where he takes Johnny Cage’s luggage and straight up fucking chucks it into the ocean + then bullies him about it later! honestly the Ballad of Johnny Cage and His Luggage is one of my favorite parts from the movie <3 if you haven’t seen it + you like cheesy, old school movies, i really recommend it!!!

11. Describe the memory of the last time you felt true happiness.

So I can’t remember the last time I did, bc my memory is horrifically terrible + probably getting worse as time goes on?? but i will tell you about one of the more recent times I remember! :D There is one crucial expository note for this memory- my brother-in-law makes THE best chili in the entire world. my brother and I were trying to recreate it because it’s such a simple but delicious + filling meal- I think this was our first time trying to create it? and it was SO chaotic, the tomato sauce and stuff kept popping and burning me and we weren’t 100% certain that we’d gathered the right ratios for the ingredients and it was just. madness lmao. Chance’s chili is one that you leave alone for multiple hours at a time (I think this is the case for all chili but i don’t cook often enough to know ;__;), and we were kinda 👀👀👀 because we weren’t sure it’d turn out right? But it did!!!! I vividly remember when it was finished and we taste-tested it + went oOOH FUCK! it wasn’t quite the same as chance’s but ohhh my god it was so good 🥰🥰🥰 but yeah!! we ate it all up and I think this was around the time I started my playthrough of Esteban for Dragon Age 2? which was one of my favorite playthroughs for the entire franchise... he’s just a simple ig beard model mage ;w; i wanted to show you what he looked like in this post but the formatting went wonky so ig i’ll just post him separately?? it’s 1000% in-character for him to infiltrate my jojo blog 😔

12. Name a song that makes you feel ethereal.

hm...I’d say it’s between Forget About or Feet of Clay! They’re both such light and tenderhearted songs, and when I listen to them I feel like I’m in an apartment kitchen slow-dancing with a love, and it’s so dark except for the slowly rising sun. I don’t know if that feeling could be described as ethereal? but it’s close enough for me

17. What is something you own that is important to you? What makes it so important?

I have a small collection of scripts from the shows I’ve been in, and two of the most important ones are from the plays my high school put on during my sophomore and junior years, The Nit-Wits and The Musical Comedy Murders of 1940, respectively! The Nit-Wits has a ton of sentimental value to me because it was the last show I genuinely acted in, and it was a show we had to pull together in 2 or 3 weeks!! We were originally going to do a murder mystery play for the fall, but none of the cast was feeling it and it just wasn’t going to come to life in time (honestly this speaks volumes for how much we weren’t vibing with it, because all of our shows came together at like.. the final dress rehearsals if not opening night lmao). I vividly remember we took a vote during rehearsals about whether or not to switch the show, and then we did and it was SO fun + chaotic!! My character was one of the only regular characters in the show, but I think everyone else had a lot of fun acting as actors who were hired to be maniacal, and that made acting off of them so fun! I remember there was also a night my friend Adonis almost tore the entire set down because he ran through a door and tripped over a set brace in his haste!! The Nit-Wits is hugely important because it was a really fresh acting experience for me, and again, my last time genuinely on the stage and not behind the scenes!

MCM is important to me because it was the first play I ever stage managed! I’d stage managed our musical the spring prior, but that was a huge undertaking and involved many different people and moving parts. Stage managing a play, at least at my high school, was a calmer and more intimate experience, and one I really enjoyed! Another huge reason I treasure MCM’s script is because it is one of the last shows I had with my friend I told you about- he was a senior. I have little notes and doodles from the cast and crew scattered throughout my book for this show, and I remember being so irritated by this because it meant I was losing space for stage directions, cues, and notes. Now, I’m super grateful to have these scribbles- it’s one of the only things I have left of him. 

On that note, relating to him, MCM is also the show which birthed my most horrific theater horror story!! During one of the performances, I guess he forgot his line?? idk. But he ended up jumping six pages ahead of where the current scene was (I knew this bc I was following along in my book backstage + was frantically trying to figure out where he’d gone), which threw the entire cast, who were all tragically onstage, way off-track. This resulted in the most frightening game of script ping-pong I’ve ever seen: he’d skipped six pages ahead, so Adonis ended up saying a line from two pages after the six-page skip, and somehow someone else went!! oh I have a response to that line! And then said something like 9 pages back! I think the lead actress tried to ground everyone back to the lines they were supposed to be saying, but she ended up just saying a lot of their lines? And one of those lines that was supposed to be said by someone else was supposed to cue a black-out that someone got murdered in, but my lighting techie was SO fucking lost (we were both huddled over the script next to the breaker trying to figure out WHERE the hell we were! i think i had a flashlight in my mouth so I could flip through the book with both hands and thus faster??), so ofc the lights stayed up! I remember getting through this scene being the most painstaking endeavor of my entire life, but thankfully intermission was right after it! We actually extended intermission because the cast needed a hot second to fuckign RESET for Act 2 bc sweet jesus that was so bizarre...Needless to say, after that show we never messed that scene up again + everyone who acted in the show became super anal about knowing their lines as the years went on. The Six Page Skip became a legendary part of our hs theater Canon (like biblical canon ;w; although I don’t think anyone’s talked about it since my class graduated) alongside the times one of our ensemble dudes had to break through the roof of the girl’s dressing room to retrieve the keys to the theater + i got stuck on stage!

20. What’s the sweetest thing someone has done for you?

I really had to wrack my brain to answer this one, as I’m generally not the person people do things for, you know? This answer goes wayyy back, to 8th grade :O but so! there is mild exposition for this- when I started middle school, I lived in North Carolina, but we moved to Florida right before 7th grade bc my grandma is ill. We lived with my uncle while we were looking for a house, so I went to the local middle school bc why wouldn’t I? but in November, we finally found a house + my mom was like....So... are you going to switch schools or...I’d struck up some really solid friendships in this time, so i was like Mom I’d Rather Die OAO. So, we struck up a deal that I’d get to stay at that school on a zone waiver + that she’d drive me to school everyday. Sometime closer to the end of eighth grade she was like, yeah so.. I can’t do this for high school, it’s too much gas- which was valid! I was really sad about it, but I sucked it up.

Anyhow, fast forward to the last day of eighth grade, which was perhaps the saddest day I’d lived up until that point, mostly bc I knew I was probably never going to see all my friends again. My best friend, who I was like hardcore v close to + the person I shared all my wacky AUs and OC’s and headcanons with, was waiting with me for my mom to come pick me up, and then!!! When my mom pulled into the school she suddenly whipped out this lengthy letter she’d written to me about how much she enjoyed my friendship and how grateful she was that we were able to have lunch together (lunch was.. tragically ;__; the only time we really saw each other that year), and that she would never forget me! And she’d drawn me a ton of fanart from all the things I was obsessed with back then!! it was so much so fast, but then my mom was yelling at me to get in the car and I had to go :(

We kept in touch through email freshman year + fake-dated bc a senior was stalking me? ;J; and then we went to Megacon together! but I became really heavily involved in choir and theater after that, and we just kind of drifted apart :( we do follow each other on ig tho! It’s insane to think about her and that letter because on GOD ruth, that was a thinly veiled love letter and I never like... wrote her anything back that was as worthy as what she wrote me. But, she’s doing really well in uni now, so I guess it’s all okay? idk! ; o ;

23. What’s your zodiac sign? Do you think you fit the general characteristics of that sign?

I’m a Cancer!! and also a metal dragon by the Chinese Zodiac, which I’ve always thought was pretty sick! :3 I am 10000% your stereotypical Cancer, super emotional and introspective + often prone to tears ;u; My mom always said that dragons are steadfast and loyal people, and I think this also applies to me, to a fault. I checked around some websites to see what characteristics were often applied to metal dragons specifically, and it seems they are pretty strong-willed, ambitious, and generous? I don’t know if you could call me strong-willed or ambitious, but it’s all good ig.

25. What’s a song that gives off good vibes anytime you listen to it?

Ohh man, I went in on this question for Shannon, but bc I was digging around my library for Jules, I actually found an old fave! This song is from one of my all-time favorite musicals, Once on This Island- it’s The Human Heart! This song is so sweet, and god between the writing for the orchestra + the writing for the ensemble, this song is a straight masterpiece <3 I love love love the line, “Through your love you’ll live forever”, and although I am Hardcore Terrified of getting a tattoo, I really want that line tattooed on my body. if you have time, I recommend giving Once on This Island a listen!! I’ve never heard a show that uses its instruments and singers the way OoTI does (and holy FUCK it is so breathtaking live!!! I got to see it on Broadway and bro.... 🥺🥺 it was transcendental..)

#me when i talk to jules- floods her w a wall of songs #me when i talk to ruth- floods her with a wall of incomprehensible thoughts #the lov is stored in the walls of text! ; O ; #thank you again ruth!!!! this was really fun to write out and i may have cried while writing a few bits but it's fiiiine #i loved writing this 🥰 #long post #like INCREDIBLY long post!!!! #sriracha ask game #fullmetal-the-last-alchemist

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Lmao girl you don’t have to do that 🤣🤣but im excited now 🤓

Okay, I’m dumb and left my super detailed and meticulously planned out trip on a paper on my desk at work. So here is my less beautiful, mostly completed list of places to visit. 

**this got weird and long so I’m putting it under a cut... at some point I started randomly numbering things. It’s like one in the morning and I have to be up in 5 hours. Why am I like this...

Gyeongbokgong Palace, really just as many of the palaces as you can visit in whatever amount of time you’ll be there, but I know that's like a main one that people say is a must visit. 

Seoul Grand Park, there’s a zoo, and a rose garden, though you are visiting in winter so I don’t know how into that you'd be?? BUT the most important part is the Seoul Museum of Modern Art (at least for me, because whenever I go somewhere new I like to visit the modern/contemporary art museums and aquariums where applicable).  

Lotte World Tower - There’s an aquarium, tons of shops if you’re a shopper kind of traveler, and the observation deck if you’re into heights. 

Starfield COEX Mall - Similar to Lotte except opposite? lol There’s an aquarium, there’s lots of shopping, but this one is underground. so.... go to one or go to both and then decide which is best, depends on your timeframe I guess?

Cheonggyecheon Stream - If you’re a stroller, I suggest this location. I really love walking around new cities aimlessly and I dream about walking down this stream. I also wrote this location into one of my stories so I would 100% visit with hearteyes. 

So these ones are just outside of Seoul, and reading about them in travel blogs make it seem like a whole big deal. Here’s the thing for me... the state I live in is literally more than twice the size of the entire country of SK so I could see a lot in a day and not even be pressed because I do it here all the time. I’ll drive for like 3 hours up north and hang out for awhile and drive back and it’s not a big thing, like it’s just what you do? If that’s not a thing you do and you feel like you don’t have the time, don’t worry about these guys. 

Garden of Morning Calm, Petite France, and Nami Island. 

Things I would do for the sole (Seoul, heh) purpose of experiencing pop culture or personal references that I’ve gained through my hallyu experience. 

#1 - Visit Yanghwa Bridge

#2 - Take a Train to Busan (it’s cheapish and only takes a few hours each way and you’re also visiting Busan so win/win/win)

#3 Find a way by plane, train and or ferry to get to Jeju Island to visit Monsant and also The Seaes Hotel to sit on the bench where they kissed in Secret Garden (please don’t laugh at me). Speaking of Secret Garden, there’s also a scene that they filmed in Petite France which I mentioned above. 

#4 Visit Nothing N Nothing, just stand outside the building and gawk at it like I would or go in and get a sick new fade. The world is your oyster bb. 

Also when I’m on vacation I tend to hit like 3-4 cafes a day (yes, a day), coffee and food is literally what I spend the bulk of my vacation money on. 

There are cat cafes, but ummmm there’s a freaking RACOON CAFE OKAY, so go there and watch the trash pandas do cute things with their creepy little hands for me. And also Bau House Dog Cafe, like what are you doing?? GO NOW. We all should!!

#5 FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND YOUR INSTAGRAM PAGE go to C Through Cafe and visit Lee Kangbin and get yourself an aesthetically pleasing cup of java. I BEG YOU. 

#6 The Famous Burger, perhaps you’ll run into my mans Daddy Woo who eats there...like a bunch, if you follow him on ig you know. Also see if he’s spinning somewhere, but he might not be I think he’s been getting ready for a dance gig with his bro.

There’s also Olympic Park, Everland, Gwangjang Market, Namdaemun Market (which is open like all night too if you like to party haaaay), Yeouido Hanggang Park has some bomb city skyline views if you’re into that. And Starfield bookstore? I think that’s what it’s called, looks dope.

Uhhhh can’t think brain is mush, but maybe this will be helpful. LOLOLOL sorry.

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sometimes you have to lie to see the truth (7)

Chapter 7: baking and other stuff

ships: Moceit

warnings: none I think

A/N: Ignore this ig but my birthday’s in four days

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six

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“Hey.”

Damien jumped as Patton popped up behind him.

“Hello, Patton.”

Interesting, the fatherly side appeared nervous from the way his hands were clasped.

“Uh, so, I’m gonna do a little baking, and I was wondering if you wanted to come help? It would be fun,” he added in a singsong voice.

Damien closed his book and stood. “Sounds awful.” He grinned at Patton, and the other side looked distraught until he remembered that Damien was Deceit, and Deceit spoke almost exclusively in lies. He laughed nervously at his own forgetfulness.

“Shall we go, then?” Almost shyly, Patton offered a hand to Damien, who took it with no hesitation.

They popped up together in Patton’s kitchen, and Damien took a moment to rearrange his hair and pick up his hat from where it’d fallen off. He dusted it off and went to place it back on his head, but a soft touch on his wrist stopped him.

Patton gazed up at Damien with his big blue eyes, and he felt glued in place by their stare. “Do you think, uh… well, you don’t have to put that back on, right?”

Damien considered the hat he still held, then shrugged. “I definitely see a problem with that.” He set the hat on the counter.

Patton clapped once. “Okay, so I wanna make brownies today!” He opened a binder on the counter to a page bookmarked by a sticky note on the top edge that had a recipe for brownies.

Damien contentedly observed Patton happily flitting around the kitchen, occasionally stirring something at Patton’s request and laughing at Patton’s puns. A couple of times, Patton made a joke that, if he didn’t know better, he might have assumed was an attempt to flirt, but he doubted Patton would be trying to flirt with him, not when he had three perfectly good boyfriends to flirt with. On the other hand, he could get used to this–was he one of them now? Was he… a Light Side? Could… could that even happen to Deceit?

Damien was suddenly aware of Patton’s face way too close to his own. Patton was trying to reach something in a cupboard above his head, and in doing so was pressing Damien back into the counter. Come to think of it, Patton had asked Damien to get things down for him every other time he couldn’t reach, so why–?

Damien found that Patton’s eyes, those deep blue oceans, were staring back into his own hazel and yellow ones. “I think I’ve made my message very clear now.”

And Patton’s right hand was on Damien’s scaley cheek, and it was warm on his scales and wait, ohgod, was Patton going to kiss him? Damien closed his eyes and surrendered to the will of the universe (and due to the amount of panic he was experiencing, it wasn’t too terribly dramatic either).

And ohgod Patton’s lips were on his, and Damien’s fingers were tangled in Patton’s brown curls. The kiss was soft, albeit messy due to the angle and rather quick, but Damien couldn’t be happier.

Damien rested his forehead against Patton’s. “Well, that… certainly wasn’t something.” He cringed inwardly at his own awkwardness, but even still, he couldn’t be too uncomfortable right now–he’d just kissed Patton!

“So, Dee,” offered Patton. “Do you wanna be my boyfriend?”

Yes! Yes, yes, yes, he wanted to yell–but what about the others?

“What about the others?” He hadn’t meant to verbally voice his concerns, but it had come out all wrong. Patton probably thought he was asking if the others would be jealous instead of, well, Damien’s feelings for the others, which was a huge realization, almost as big as the kiss itself had been, and it would have to wait.

“They won’t mind much, I already talked to them,” replied Patton cheerfully.

Well, in any case, Damien would need to deal with his other feelings later. For now…

“Yes,” he whispered, and Patton, who’d hopped up onto the counter for a better angle, laced their fingers together and then leaned in for another kiss.

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Better Than Revenge, Chapter 3 (Multi) - Joley

Chapter Summary: Rosé learns Gigi, Symone, and Denali’s revenge origin stories

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Woodstock, IL — 2016

Gigi took a deep breath as she stared at herself in the mirror. She could do this, it was fine. Every time her suspicions or confusion would bubble up, she forced them back down. Hannah was nice, she was different from the other popular girls. She didn’t see the ‘weird art lesbian’ with the braces and thick-rimmed glasses, who rarely got pop culture references post-1989, at least, that’s how she made her feel.

“I’ll text you in the morning,” she assured her mother as she threw her bag over her shoulder. “It’ll be fine, I’m just hanging out with a friend.” She was out to her mom, of course, that was her biggest ally. But she wasn’t ready to tell her that the head cheerleader had taken an interest in her. Maybe when and if they became official. Until then, she shook off the last of her nerves and drove to her house, only pulled from her thoughts by the time she was sitting on Hannah’s bed.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Hannah cooed, batting her lashes and resting her hand on Gigi’s thigh.

If Gigi hadn’t been so blinded by her crush, she might’ve thought Hannah was laying it on a little thick, but she couldn’t act like she didn’t enjoy the attention. “Me too, a-about you, I mean. Sorry, I’m just nervous…”

“How come? I didn’t come on too strong over text, did I?”

“No, no I liked it, it’s just… I’m a virgin, like, I’ve only ever kissed before,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing rosy pink. She had talked a big game over text, but being faced with the chance of starting a physical relationship brought her back to reality.

Hannah pouted, rubbing Gigi’s thigh as she thought, letting her hand inch higher. “Well, you’ve got fantasies, don’t you? I know you’ve masturbated before. What do you think about while you touch yourself?”

Gigi hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip. The other girl wasn’t wrong, she did know what she liked, could conjure up vivid imagery to get herself aroused, but she had never said any of it out loud. “I like powerful, confident women. I guess that’s something that drew me to you,” she started, “I wanna just… give up control, be dominated.”

“Really? Tell me more,” Hannah prompted, kissing along her neck and jaw and slowly tugging Gigi’s shirt off in an attempt to coax her to continue.

When Hannah didn’t seem deterred by her confession, Gigi started to relax. “It’s just, I don’t know, I always feel the need to be in control of my life and with sex, I just wanna let go and give up that power.”

“So like, what would you want someone to do to you?” she asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

She bit down on her lip. “Um… tie me up, spank me, choke me, and I know it’s kind of intense but maybe something like cnc or—” the incessant buzzing of her phone distracted her and, concerned it might be an urgent call or text from home, she took her phone out. “Sorry, one sec.”

It wasn’t from home, she had two missed calls from her best friend, Crystal, followed by several texts.

Crystal: GIGI STOP Crystal: SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! Crystal: She’s broadcasting you on IG live! Crystal: We can see and hear everything…

Gigi’s face fell, her first instinct to pull her shirt back on. Then she slowly looked up and in front of her, that’s when she saw it, nestled between stuffed animals — Hannah’s phone with an instagram live going. She didn’t say anything, just ran out of the house as fast as her legs would take her and through her tears drove right to Crystal’s house. That was when the two of them formed their plot.

In and of itself, it was simple. Gigi waited one day until Hannah was away for a cheer competition and went to her house. “I’m so sorry to bother you, Mrs. Andrews, but I think I left some of my homework in Hannah’s room, she just said to let you know so I can run in and grab it.” Once inside, she found exactly what she was looking for, sliding Hannah’s diary into her backpack and went right back out.

“This feels very Mean Girls, I love it,” Crystal remarked as they taped page after page of the diary on lockers, walls, anywhere they could.

“Well, plan B was to go the Heathers route, so let’s just hope it works.”

And to say it worked was an understatement. As it turned out, Hannah had written things far more incriminating, and because it came from someone of her social ranking, it made everyone immediately lose interest in Gigi’s livestream scandal, and she graduated with the anonymity she needed for survival.

Present Day

“I’ll be honest with you,” Rosé remarked, “it’s kinda hard to picture you as an ugly duckling, especially the way you described it.” Gigi was too pretty, too perfect. Something didn’t add up.

Gigi got out her phone and scrolled through her photos until she found one from her senior year. “Believe it, doll,” she said as she held her phone up. She watched with an amused expression as Rosé looked from her phone, to her, and back with her eyes wide and mouth agape. “Braces off, lasik, learned a lot about how to dress while going to FIDM, which is where I met Symone, who helped fill in the blanks.”

“And made sure she got to do all them things she listed to that bitch without feeling ashamed about it,” Symone added with a smirk, draping her arm around Gigi and pulling her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Why don’t you tell her your story next, baby?” Gigi prompted.

Conway, AR — 2014

Symone watched her sister throw her bag over her shoulder and start to sneak out the window. “Look, I ain’t snitching or nothing, but I still don’t think this is a good idea.”

She and her sister, Lala, were close, sometimes referring to themselves as twins – they were only ten months apart, in the same grade at school. And until the summer after sophomore year, they had the same group of friends. But the crowd Lala ran with now just rubbed her the wrong way.

“You worry too much,” Lala brushed it off. “I’ll be fine, in bed by morning like nothing happened.”

But when Symone got a collect call two hours later, she found out things were far from fine. She drove down to the county jail as fast as she could without getting pulled over herself. Luckily bail was a mere fifty dollars, but once she got her sister back in the car, she looked at her incredulously. “What the fuck happened?”

“One of ‘em brought weed, another brought booze, but when the cops rolled up on us, they said it all was mine. And who was they gonna believe, me or three white kids?” Lala sniffled, wiping her eyes. “I don’t know what’s gonna happen to me,” she whispered.

“I don’t either,” Symone admitted quietly, frustrated at her inability to come up with an immediate solution. “But we’re gonna do our best to get you out of this, okay?”

The best they could do wasn’t easy. It involved a lot of legal maneuvering, meetings with one person in a suit after another. The end result wasn’t ideal, but it was far better than what could have been. Lala was fined three hundred dollars and put on thirty days of probation. In and of itself, it didn’t seem so bad, but the residual consequences took their toll.

“I lost my scholarship, ‘mone. That was my ticket into college,” Lala sighed. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I know I’m getting off with a slap on the wrist, but I really ain’t thrilled about taking out student loans,” she sat down on the floor beside the bed, head leaning against it. “Or maybe I’ll start with community college, I dunno. It just fucking sucks that they all got off with warnings.”

Symone’s brows knitted together, her lips pressed into a fine line. “Don’t you worry baby,” she said after a moment, “they gon’ face consequences one way or another.”

It had taken most of spring break, but Symone finally had all of the pieces for her plan. “Not the most convoluted thing in the world, but it’ll get the job done,” she mused.

Lala looked at her sister, then at her desk and back. “Do I even wanna know where the hell you got coke from?”

“No, you do not.”

Getting the drugs was the hard part. Getting into school early to plant the drugs in the lockers of Lala’s former friends was far easier, as was leaving an ‘anonymous tip’ from a ‘concerned student’ on the principal’s desk.

“God, I wish I could’ve seen them get hauled off in cop cars,” Lala remarked as she and Symone drove home from school. The three students were quietly escorted out of class and arrested, the school wanting to bring as little attention as possible. “Shame that they rich daddies will still get them off lightly.”

Symone sighed and nodded. “Sure, but they’re still gonna get something, which is more than what they got when they threw you under the bus. Bet they’re gonna think twice before they let someone else take the fall for them.”

Her sister smiled softly and shook her head. “You really ain’t gotta do all that for me, you know?”

“I know,” she hummed, “not gonna stop me, though.”

Present Day

“Wow, that’s both selfless and hardcore,” Rosé remarked with an impressed nod. “Did she ever find out where you got the coke from?”

Symone laughed and shook her head. “Nah, that secret I’m taking to the grave.”

Rosé jokingly put her hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, fair enough,” she chuckled. After a moment, she turned her attention to Denali. “That just leaves you, princess,” she remarked, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. “What’s your claim to infamy?”

Denali tossed her hair off her shoulder and grinned softly. “Who, me?” she cooed, fluttering her lashes. “Well, it is kind of an interesting story…”

Nicky rolled her eyes and tossed one of the couch pillows at her head. “Stop flirting and get on with it already.”

Fairbanks, AK — 2011

Denali groaned when the sound of loud footsteps racing up the stairs pulled her from her quasi-asleep state, then pulled a pillow over her head when the door swung open.

“What the hell are you still doing in bed when the qualifiers are in two hours?” her friend, Kahmora, asked with incredulous horror. She yanked the covers off of her, but stepped back in concern when she finally caught sight of Denali’s face. “Oh god, you look like shit.”

She frowned and rolled over to face away from her. “I feel like I died and was in the process of being reanimated, then killed again,” she lamented. “It’s probably food poisoning… or maybe swine flu came back, I dunno.”

“Did you eat anything unusual?”

Denali furrowed her brows as she wracked her brain. “I mean, Tara gave me those brownies and I had one, but when she said they were ‘special’, I just thought she meant they had weed in them, but that sure as hell isn’t it.” With as much energy as she could muster, she sat upright. “Oh my god, do you think she poisoned me?”

Kahmora arched her brow. “I think that’s a bit much, even for her. Do I think she put something like a laxative in there so it’d take you out long enough that you couldn’t beat her out in the international qualifiers? Yeah, probably. She’s a cunt.”

The skater scowled, her jaw clenched. “She’s a dead cunt,” she corrected, then suddenly shot out of bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered as she raced to the bathroom yet again.

There wasn’t an obvious revenge plan for Denali. She knew that nothing she did would get her spot in the competition, and she wondered if it was even worth it. But her pettiness and spite won out and she began planning out her course of action.

“Remember,” she was saying, “if all else fails, we go the Tonya Harding route.”

Kahmora sighed. “For the last time, you are not whacking Tara’s kneecaps, now let’s go.” Despite some pouting from Denali, they went to get the gears turning in their plan. They got to the ice rink and slipped into the locker room without being noticed by Tara, who was in the middle of practice.

Denali picked the lock and took out Tara’s change of clothes. Then she reached into her own bag and pulled on latex gloves and a plastic bag containing several leaves of poison ivy. She turned the shirt, pants, and socks inside out and firmly rubbed the leaves against the fabric, making sure she left as little fabric uncovered as possible. “She’s lucky I’m merciful or I’d rub it on her panties too,” she remarked offhandedly.

Kahmora tilted her head as she watched her. “Do you actually think it’ll take her out of the competition?” she asked as her friend put the leaves and gloves into the ziploc bag.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I mean, it’s possible, probable really, that the constant itching might make it too difficult for her to skate. But this is more about getting even with her. I might not ever get another chance to compete for internationals. She’s lucky the only retribution she’s getting is a few weeks of itchy blisters.”

“Otherwise you’d Tonya Harding her?”

Denali nodded brightly. “Exactly! Now come on, we have to get rid of the evidence.” And with that, they scurried out of the locker room as inconspicuously as they’d entered it and threw out the evidence in a trash can several blocks over.

When the news broke that Tara had withdrawn from the competition due to ‘unexpected physical problems’, Denali did her best to feign shock and didn’t celebrate until she and Kahmora were alone.

“So, what do you wanna do now?” Kahmora asked.

Denali tilted her head in thought, then smirked. “Let’s go get brownies.”

Present Day

“Personally, I still think you should’ve busted her knees,” Mik mused offhandedly. “Like, I bet you would’ve figured out a way to get away with it, you conniving bitch,” he teased.

Denali shrugged. “Maybe, but it’s not very original and it’d look a lot more suspicious on my end.”

“I think it was pretty badass,” Rosé offered, making the other woman smile which, in turn, made her heart flutter — something she chose to actively ignore. Instead, she let all of their stories sink in. None of their reasons for revenge were out of line, none of their victims undeserving. And none of the consequences were as severe as some of the things she had seen in her time. “You all really know what you’re doing, huh?”

“We wouldn’t have been able to keep this up for three years if we didn’t,” Jan replied. “We had all of the potential on our own, but we make a difference together, and then we added Jackie to tie up the loose ends. It’s been smooth sailing from there.”

“Yeah, and now Jackie ties you up instead,” Nicky teased, earning an eye roll in response.

Rosé watched the group interact with a fond smile. She had assumed they all got along to be working together for as long as they have been, but she hadn’t anticipated them truly behaving like a family. It was a stark contrast to the constant coldness and curtness she had grown accustomed to, both in her previous career and in the environment she grew up in. She only hoped it would make the tasks ahead that much easier for them.

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