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of-comfort-and-love · 3 months

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Hairstylist Prince

A/N: After coming across this post, I was hit with a flashback on an older fic I wrote 3 years ago that I didn't post on here.

Well technically I did post it on my fanfic sideblog but tbh that place kinda ded so...

Anywhoooo!

Have this oldie but goodie. I still have that one unfinished draft I need to post; hope I'll get that one done soon... 🤞🏾

"O-ow!", I winced as I felt something pinching my ear. Except it wasn't a pinch. It was my mischievous boyfriend of mine nipping on my ear.

"You were sleeping again.", Tokiya teased as he pecked the spot that he bit.

"N-no, I was...meditating, that's all."

I had gotten my hair washed earlier and the next step was to blow dry my untamable mane before straightening it. With the new hairdryer brush I got, I'd be able to get both tasks done in no time. Thanks to some help from Tokiya, the process went by a little quicker.

"If you want to take a nap, you can. I will wake you up once I'm finished.", he explained as he brushed through another section of hair. Moisturized, of course.

"You know, you didn't really have to go through all of this trouble. I can't even do my hair at my age. Embarrassing, right?", I joked, hoping that he wouldn't hear over the blaring noise of the electrical brush. But I was wrong.

"Nonsense, my love. It's no trouble at all. Besides, I'm more than happy to help if it means I get to show off how beautiful my girlfriend is."

I soon winced. Not from the brush's heat- from Tokiya's sudden compliment drop.

"Once again, you're the worst.", I scoffed, ignoring his small chuckles at my flustered self as he continued brushing out my hair.

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jeremy-queere · 11 months

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Oh wow - I just realized I should be advertising these here.

So, a friend Venus (aka V aka @nyx-bait) and I have been roleplaying for several years now. I got permission to post our RP logs on ao3 for archival purposes. But if anyone else is interested, it is Good Readin'.

The plot is a crossover between Be More Chill and a mobile game called Uta no Prince-sama - a rhythm game about Japanese pop idols. We wrote a scene of Jeremy meeting Ai, an android created to be an idol, at one of Ai's group's internationally-touring concerts. We weren't sure if they would get along or not.

But... they turned out to have the best chemistry of any couple I've ever written. So we kept writing. And writing. And writing some more.

The first chapter of the first fic about these two has an explanation on how to read roleplay logs if you're unfamiliar, as well as clarifying expectations.

For the most part, we've written Jeremy/Ai in that original universe discussed above. But we've also messed around with some AUs, including "Jeremy, an undergrad exchange student working as an intern, comes across Ai in his early-development stage as an AI" (coming soon) and "Ai's creators want to investigate this illicit tech on the market, sending Ai undercover as a high schooler in New Jersey to catch Jeremy, fully SQUIPped and spreading the pills as quickly as he can."

For those of you who enjoy my writing of Jeremy, Michael, and the SQUIP, I encourage you to check out "Is It Weird to Date the Evil Robotyrant in a Nerd's Body." (Venus is solely responsible for these great titles.) Like most RP logs, it's an unfinished story. But like I wrote in the intro notes, I really think it's worth reading for some fun asshole brainwashed Jeremy, undercover detective Ai, and SQUIP-truther Michael. Here's a taste:

Pay attention, the SQUIP snaps.

Jeremy takes a shaky breath and tears his gaze away from the guy he's been staring at intermittently for the last ten minutes of homeroom. It's not his fault, he thinks. That bright blue hair would capture anyone's attention. It's a good thing, too. Jeremy is relieved at anything that gets the school's focus off of him. What are the odds that this random high school in Newark would get two brand-new transfer students on the same day? Pretty low, Jeremy figures. It's even weirder that they'd both be drop-dead hot.

Jeremy can think that about himself now. It's not even an ego thing. It's an objective fact. The SQUIP has gone through every square inch of Jeremy's physical appearance, restructuring it from the bottom up and eliminating as many imperfections as is physically possible. Jeremy's hair is conditioned and gelled, his skin blemish-free, and the SQUIP gives him a little shock whenever he smiles crookedly. He's been trained to give a movie-star smile instead, one that shows off his bright white teeth.

This other student, though? He definitely doesn't have a SQUIP or they would have synced up the moment the guy stepped into the classroom. Either he was born with those good looks or he's got some amazing beauty-routine tricks up his sleeve. He's not even basking in the attention that he's earned, either. His thick lashes are brushing heavily against his cheek with every blink, his chin resting on a hand as he watches the teacher at the front of the classroom. He scans the room every now and again, and he's definitely locked eyes with Jeremy at least once. The SQUIP had Jeremy tilt his head with a devilish little smile instead of averting his eyes with a blush like he was inclined to do. It's a social faux pas to keep staring, but... damn.

Jeremy is sure it's the bright blue hair cascading down on one side of the guy's head with all the unchecked wild beauty of a waterfall that keeps distracting him. What else could it be?

Stand up and wave. Offer a tentative smile, but keep your back straight and your shoulders back so you look confident. The SQUIP's order seems to come out of nowhere, but Jeremy knows better than to question it. He obeys immediately, actually tuning in to the teacher as he stands.

"And our other transfer, Ai Mikaze," the teacher is saying with a gesture at the hot guy.

Sit, the SQUIP says. Like a dog hearing a command, Jeremy sits. He almost turns his head to look at Ai again, but his neck doesn't turn like he expects it to. The girl beside you is interested in you already and she's a valuable social contact here. Think of her like the Newark version of Jenna Rolan. Remember Jenna? You're going to want to sleep with her. Once upon a time, Jeremy would have gotten flustered at hearing the SQUIP say that. Now it just feels routine. Initiate meet-cute flirt protocol.

Make eye contact fleetingly, give her a cocky smile when he catches her staring, drop his pencil at the SQUIP's command, brush up against her hand when she reaches to pick it up for him. Yeah, he knows the drill. It's as easy as breathing nowadays and twice as boring.

Jeremy, the SQUIP says in irritation. He blinks at Ai dumbly before he remembers that if he's looking at Ai, he's not looking at the new girl. Ugh. He's somehow still so bad at this.

#be more chill #uta no prince sama #utapri #mikaze ai #be more chill fanfiction #squip #i'll probably wind up reblogging this for self promotion a few times. also for venus promotion lol

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utanoprincesamascenarios · 1 year

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It's been a while!!!!! I was thinking of starting this up again but I'm not sure if there's still interest for ask blogs. My ask box is open, though, and I will slowly work on some of the uhhhhh.... years-old asks I still have (cries)

I have a full time job now, but i want to write for fun again and although I might be slow, I want to keep writing for utapri!

#utapri #uta no prince sama #fanfiction #mod talk

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rottendollface · 2 years

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Spotlight.

Character: Kotobuki Reiji.

Warnings: NSFW, female reader, dark!Reiji, OOC, abusive relationships, obsessive behavior, lovebombing, mentions of family abuse, misogyny, patriarchal system of relationships, purity fetish, non-detailed description of oral sex and masturbation (reader receiving), 18+.

Reiji had always put you in the first place – you were the center of his universe, the most wonderful person in the world. No one could compare to you, and he told about it openly, was generous in compliments of all kinds.

You were his treasure – and he treated you as well. You were his secret – and he did everything to protect you. It was impossible not to fall for his charm, especially for an ordinary girl like you, who wasn't familiar with show business. Reiji assured you – you were the dream of his: a shy feminine girl from a good family. You were studying in a college, so you maintained a strict schedule and rarely went to party with your friends and on dates with him – and it was right what he wanted: a strict busy little lady with a sharp acquisitive mind.

Your mother raised you in the right way, made you an epitome of a good wife. You were dreaming of a family life, didn't find pleasure in reaching goals and competing with others for a better scholarship like many other modern girls did, still you found pleasure in studying and learning something new. You were bearing traditions inside your heart and believed that woman could be happy only in marriage, creating a happy home and raising healthy children. You weren't as bad-tempered as other girls of your generation, and every time Reiji acted unfairly with you, you found a way to play everything off with a joke, never focusing on negative things.

Reiji bestowed you with his love and financial stability, your every breath and the simplest action were glorified to the point of being god-like, impossible to repeat by someone else. He was talking about you only and had known everything about your family and friends until their phone numbers and addresses. You didn't even notice how you were telling him everything – Reiji was a funny person and a horrible chatterbox, he could talk out everyone in a couple of minutes. You met with Reiji only a few times, but you and him had already had a special greeting for each other, and everything seemed like you two were a match made in Heaven.

'Our time together is so special to me.'

'I wish I could stay with you every minute of your life.'

'You are so precious... What have I done to deserve an angel like you?'

'I really love watching you when you're studying.'

'It's a great honor for me to date a girl like you. How could a human be so perfect in every way? Please let me feel just a bit of your divine.'

Nevertheless Reiji was rating you shamelessly, but he had never shown it. The way you walked, the way you talked to him and other men, your health, vivacity of your character, tenderness, even the sparkle in your eyes and many other things – everything was rated. You had a calm spirit, but stress from studying and earning money was killing you slowly, making you act impatiently and hysterically when it reached a critical point. You could be placid only with Reiji by your side, so he suggested you to live with him: he knew how to find the right words to make you agree. Reiji was confident it would be hard for you to refuse as he had always made his apartment a perfect nest for you: here you were protected from everything, your every whim was fulfilled immediately. Your mother raised you in the right way, but your father – this scoundrel! – had never treated you right. Your father was sure: you were a wuss and an idiot. You were never good enough for him, as he was wishing to raise a boy, not a girl; you managed to disappoint him long before your birth. He was the one to keep an eye on your academic performance and punish you for bad grades, squeeze the life out of you to make you achieve at least something in your worthless life. Numerous times you ended up crying in front of Reiji, not being able to endure your father's insults. It was hard for Reiji to see you upset: you were fine ten minutes after crying, and his heart was damaged with another scar forever.

Reiji loved you to the point of going insane and he had never tried to hide it, but not you. You were quiet in your feelings and couldn't show him a gale of emotions – you were downtrodden and afraid. Afraid to be vulgar, afraid to be noisy, afraid to be intrusive, but the most out of all, you were afraid to be a burden. You were afraid of being used and thrown away like a doll that couldn't entertain its owner anymore, so you acted like the most devoted dog to Reiji. You were clinging to him, almost falling on your knees to meet his approval and love if you felt him being cold with you. Reiji loved to know that you were so needy for him, but he was fair and punished you with his absence for misbehaving.

'I know what is best for you.'

'You should do what I tell you to.'

'I don't want to share you even with your family. I need you more than everyone else.'

'Your friends are a bad influence on you. Do you want to end up like all the girls from your circle of contacts? Fucked for a one night and then forgotten? Is this what you want?'

'You are differ from them now. Accept it and find worthy friends from married women. We are going to marry soon and I want you to surround yourself with good people.'

'What do you mean by calling me strange? Does respectful attitude towards you seem strange to you? Should I start treating you like a slut? Would you be happy then?'

Your virginity and inexperience were crucial factors for Reiji's determination to marry you. Despite he wasn't a virgin himself (more to say, he had never kept purity in a sexual relationships between him and other women, as he liked to fall deeper into the abyss of sin), Reiji demanded from you to be pure and untouched – he was fed up with one night stands and women, who weren't ready to sacrifice themselves for serving their husband. Reiji wanted your reputation to be perfect, because he had known: after his marriage all the magazines and paparazzi would start searching for any information about you, especially about your past. He wanted to be proud of his wife. He wanted to be sure that no one would want to hurt him or you. It was reasonable and you couldn't blame him for it.

Despite Reiji's conviction that he would deflower you on wedding night, he couldn't resist the urge to touch you. The nature of libertine was calling for debauchery, and he couldn't stop imagining you in the most degrading positions, fully dependent on his will. Reiji loved to have you sitting on his knees, as he was savoring the sense of his hands squeezing the soft skin and fat of your waist. He was intoxicated by your heavy breath when his kisses found your neck, was losing his mind every time you arched your back and the shape of your ribs was seen when he slid his hand to your crotch and teased the unopened bud of yours. Reiji had never pushed his fingers inside, saved this moment for the future night that he was waiting so impatiently for – he wanted your hymen to be intact and inviolated by man, so he kept strict on this rule. You could never imagine how hard it was for him to control himself from intruding your charming rosy mouth with his manhood, what a great strength of self control saved your body parts from being marked with his seed before you became his wife.

The curve of your loins, the perfect shape of your buttocks, the tender skin of your full and rounded breasts with sensuous nipples made Reiji think that Cupid himself had beautified you with a special delight. You were inflamed with an inner voluptuous fire every time Reiji had laid his palms on your most sensitive parts, it was impossible for you to hide the pleasure you got from his actions and cruel kisses, that left your lips all swollen and red. Reiji, who had exceptionally refined yet masculine features and a cheerful personality, had brought with him joy and serenity whenever he was going to, his character had lighted the darkest days and made all the worries go away, but how violent this young Dionysius was in his desires when he turned into a god of lechery: Reiji had a tongue of seducer, all his whispers and words were oozing lewdness, all his kisses were hot and sensual. Only Reiji could defame the bliss of purity without stealing it, and he loved to see the shame of virginity dying in the first orgasm. Nothing was sweeter for him than the depravity of a premarital foreplay; nothing could promise him more pleasures than a young body that was trembling under him. How easy and exciting it was for Reiji to violate your womanhood with his mouth, tease your desirous, and leaking hole with his tongue. You granted Reiji with amorous wetness of your core, moistened his lips in it, and he, not being able to control his desire, spilled his seed on your quivering hole.

You sinned with him like all the other women did, charmed by his narcotic words and oaths, and now you had lost your right to make mistakes as you still wanted to become his wife. Attentive, gracious, humble, respectful and obedient you were trapped in his game forever, dreaming of being put in the spotlight one more time.

#uta no prince sama fic #uta no prince sama #quartet night #reiji kotobuki x you #reiji kotobuki x reader #reiji kotobuki fic #reiji kotobuki #utapri #fanfiction

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slayer537 · 11 months

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IMAGINE: your comfort character(s) helping you look for something you lost

(Prompt by @yumecentral on Twitter)

Warning: yume-ship with Eiichi

Eiichi came out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth. He saw his girl back in the bedroom looking for something.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Kneeling down and looking under the bed, Selena said sadly, "I don't know where the plushie of you went..."

"Oh right, you were holding it while sleeping. I saw it still with you when I came back home late." Eiichi remembered last night how happy he was to see her hold the plushie version of him while she slept. Although he wanted her to hold the real him instead, he didn't want to disturb her if he removed it.

"Can you help me find it please?" Selena begged.

"Sure." They both looked around the bed and it didn't take long for Eiichi to find it hidden under the blankets.

"Oh, I thought I looked under there already. Eiichi-kun is really good at hiding, huh haha. Thanks!" She went around the bed to get the plushie from him, but he raised his arm so she couldn't reach it. She was a bit stunned.

"Now that I found it. Don't you think I deserve a reward?" he smirked.

Selena rolled her eyes. Just for this? Not worth it. So she tackled Eiichi on the bed to grab the plushie. He didn't expect her to get on top of him and it threw him off. She quickly snatched the plushie from his hand while he was still in shock. But before she could get up, she felt his arms wrapped around her waist to prevent her from moving.

"That wasn't really nice, Angel. This is how you repay me?" He said in a deeper, menacing voice.

Selena just noticed their positions and how close they were. By how tightly he was holding her, she couldn't get up at all. "Uhh... I mean... what do you want as a reward?" she asked back nervously. She wasn't scared of him, but knowing how teasing Eiichi can be, he probably wanted something that was more than he deserved.

He moved his hand to the back of her neck and slowly pushed it so her face got closer to his. He stopped when their lips were just a couple inches apart. "I want you to..." She gulped, already predicting what he will say. "...hold me tonight while we sleep."

Selena's eyes widen from the unexpected response. "Oh, sure!" she responded. Usually he was the one to hold her but Selena was still a little shy to even be on the same bed as Eiichi. She guessed that he wanted to feel that same affection back.

Eiichi moved his hand from her neck to her cheek, "Were you expecting something else?"

"N-No! It could've been anything since it's you." She started to blush. For sure, she thought he was going to ask for a kiss.

Later that night, when they laid together on the bed, Selena hesitantly opened her arms as she laid on her side in his direction. Her face was getting more and more flushed. Eiichi couldn't help but chuckle at how nervous and cute she was. Then he scooted closer to her so his head was on her chest and his arms were wrapped around her. He could hear how fast her heart was beating. So he tried to soothe her by saying how comfortable he was and how it felt like heaven. Once she realized that it wasn't so bad, she calmed down and tightened her hold a bit. They both cherished the warm and iiiii moment.

#utapri #uta no prince sama #he★vens #heavens #eiichi otori #sfw #self ship #fanfiction #one shot #yume ship

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bitchfacetokiya-archived · 1 year

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[Fanfiction] Filmstrip (Part 1)

After all these years, I've finally written a fanfiction for UtaPri (and my first one since high school). It's a oneshot of Ren and Tokiya (of course). I intended for it to be TokiRen, but it can be read as RenToki as well (in the future I plan to write a Part 2 for both scenarios). It's non-explicit but there's implication towards the end, so I've labeled it for sexual themes just in case (Part 2 will be explicit). Story is below the cut--I hope you enjoy!

"Filmstrip" (Part 1)

Ren & Tokiya oneshot, non-R18 (sexual implications towards the end)

Minor Starish Tours movie spoiler warning!

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“...please stop saying I’m cute.” Without even turning to look at Ren standing over him behind the couch, Tokiya already knew there was a mischievous grin on his face. He could feel it–or maybe what he was feeling was just the burning of his face from embarrassment. He turned a page in his book as smoothly as he possibly could. “But you are? Just look at this smile!!” Ren replied, unwilling to acknowledge Tokiya’s request. He knew that ‘c’ word wasn’t Icchi’s favorite but he couldn’t help it this time. Two days before, he had managed to hide his identity and sneak into the theater to watch Maji Love Starish Tours–very much to Tokiya’s disapproval–but he absolutely needed to get those tiny film strips that everyone was raving about, even if it was just one.

He lucked out–even though he went in not having any preferred shots, the first one he got was one to die for–a close-up of his precious Icchi, eyes closed with the purest, most child-like smile on his face during START OURS. As soon as Ren saw it, he knew he had to place it in a clear sleeve, and then in a protective card case, to keep it safe from any damage. At some point he’ll probably have his butler George take it to a photo studio to get a blown-up print from one of the frames.

Tokiya was somewhat curious about which smile Ren was talking about, but resisted and continued reading. Suddenly the book in his hands went from chest level into his lap; Ren had pushed it down and crouched down on the floor in front of him. He was beaming. “Such joy, I wonder what you were thinking of,” he mused, holding the sleeved film by the edges up to Tokiya’s face. Ren's eyes squinted slightly as he looked up at his lover.

Tokiya's gaze narrowed at the piece of plastic in front of him. His jaw clenched tightly at the thought of the camera possibly capturing his face in what he’d consider an unflattering form. But he and Ren have always been very mindful of camera positions and angles during any and every performance. Besides, they’re professionals who rehearse many times, and they always review their work post-production, so there shouldn’t be any reason to worry. But this filmstrip movie bonus was something new for them. Even though they were told all of the undesirable and blank shots would be excluded, the idea of having thousands of possible shots cut up and distributed, and one of them getting into the hands of–

“Icchi…Icchi? Icchi. ICCHI!!”

He could feel several taps on his right thigh and finally snapped out of his daze. His eyes re-focused–not even having taken in a clear image of the film in Ren’s possession–and he glanced past it to see his orange-haired partner with a mix of concern and confusion on his face.

Ren’s eyebrows furrowed. “If it’s really not okay, I can give it away,” he pouted.

This time it was Tokiya’s turn to squint. Nice try putting on the sad kitten face, Ren. “And to whom would you be giving it?”

The sad kitten face turned into a sneaky cat grin. “Probably Bukki or Ikki–”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT.” Tokiya pulled the cased filmstrip out of Ren’s grasp and held it up high–somehow still being sensitive to the film’s fragility–and Ren let out a hearty laugh. Still kneeling on the floor with his left hand on Tokiya’s thigh, he stretched his right arm up for the film, which was obviously out of his reach.

“Be careful Icchi,” he chuckled. “If I have George take it to a secondhand shop it has to be in pristine condition!” “You’re not doing that either!!” As feasible as it would be for the butler to visit a shop in Ren’s place, it would probably be better to not get any more people involved. A fellow professional having a filmstrip wasn’t really all that bad so there was no reason to try to rectify the situation.

“Then what am I supposed to do?” Ren whined. He lowered his arm, and pressed both hands lightly into each of Tokiya’s thighs, using them for support as he started to get up.

Maybe it was the continued weight on his lap activating a particular mood within him, but Tokiya’s inner greed wanted to take Ren’s question as an invitation to make demands and then indulge. His defiance slowly waned as he closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he directed his gaze towards Ren’s face. “Can you give me something in return?”

Ren, not one to falter so easily, turned his mouth up slightly into a subtle smile. “Of course. And what would that be?”

With his free hand, Tokiya tugged lightly on Ren’s shirt to bring his body closer to his own, fixing his turquoise eyes on the ocean blues in front of him. Without looking away, he placed the filmstrip between the open pages of the book in his lap, no longer interested in what the shot looked like.

“I want you to show me a face that not even the fans nor cameras can see.”

Ren’s expression changed from curiosity to one of calculation. Hands still pressed onto Tokiya’s thighs, he finally shifted his weight and pulled himself up onto the sofa next to him. His eyes searched Tokiya's face as he leaned closer, eager to see where his partner was going to take this conversation before his desires got the best of him. “You sure you don’t want cameras?” he teased.

“Are you implying the image would be forgettable?” Tokiya countered coolly. He caressed Ren’s cheek and further closed the distance between them. “Or that it won’t happen more than once?”

Ren huffed slightly while trying not to break his smile. Seeing this, Tokiya closed the open book in his lap–sandwiching the filmstrip inside as a bookmark to keep his place–and reached past Ren to set it on the side table behind him. As he did so, he pressed his lips against Ren’s ear. “Or perhaps you want to watch yourself afterwards…?” Ren swallowed hard at the scandalous image Tokiya just put in his head. He knew Icchi was always hiding a beast when in the public eye, but since their last concert, he's grown even bolder and more confident than Ren expected he would, not just on stage but also when they were alone. Until now he always had the upper hand in their playful banter; he was starting to lose control–or perhaps starting to relinquish it more willingly–and Tokiya was quick to take advantage of his vulnerability.

Releasing the book onto the table, Tokiya leaned back to see that his beau was no longer smiling, but instead biting his lower lip, chest heaving as exhales of air escaped through his nose. Tokiya stood up from the couch, looked down at the man who was just a moment away from conceding defeat, and held out his hand.

“Come,” he whispered, nodding his head towards the bedroom. “Let’s go find your camera.”

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#utapri #uta no prince-sama #ichinose tokiya #jinguji ren #utapri fanfic #utapri fanfiction #tokiya x ren #ren x tokiya

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utapri-sl-fic · 1 year

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UtaPri Shining Live Advent Calendar 2022: A Prompt Meme

Hello, and welcome to the Shining Live Advent Calendar!

This is a project to celebrate the wonderful game Uta no Prince-Sama: Shining Live, the English version of which will be closing down this December. I've been an avid Shining Live player since I discovered the game in late 2018, and I'm heartbroken to see it go. While I'm hoping to see an #UtaPriMerge of the EN/Global data into the (ongoing) Japanese version of the app, it's still a shame that the most English-friendly version of the game will be ending for everyone.

And so I'm setting up a challenge to commemorate it, and to cheer on the merge advocates and archivers who are trying their best to keep the love for Shining Live alive!

Details

Prompts for the challenge are open now! You don't have to pledge to write a story to leave a prompt: share the love by leaving a prompt with your favorite card or story, and inspire some

Writers can post their fics anytime between December 1st and 25th (with generous time for late work). If you have an idea in mind, write a prompt and then fill it yourself!

This blog will be sharing links to all fics in the challenge, (hopefully) at least one per day, December 1-25.

If you don't have an AO3 account, you can still participate! There are two main ways to do so. Firstly, you can make an account by requesting an invite link from me or the AO3 website. Secondly, if you'd rather stick to Tumblr, though, you can submit prompts and/or fills to me here! Prompts will be added by hand by me, and fills will be posted and/or reblogged here and a link to them will be included in the AO3 collection.

#utaprimerge #uta no prince-sama shining live #utapri sl en #utapri fanfiction #prompt meme challenge announcement #fanfic advent calendar #please share to spread the word!

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kinosternon · 1 year

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Fandom: Uta no Prince-sama

Relationship: Gen (all of HEAVENS)

Rating: T for swearing, illness/injury, abuse/codependency, dissociation

Genres: Fluff and angst, Hurt/comfort

30,791 words (complete)

Summary: Six times HE★VENS looked out for each other, and one time they almost didn't manage to. A roughly chronological series of gen whump/sickfic oneshots (with one 2-parter), each focused on a different HE★VENS member.

#uta no prince sama #he★vens #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #whump #illness and injury #gen #abuse cw #fluff #I swear it's both lol #complete #this might be the first time I've finished and posted something this long all at once #whee #heed the warnings folks

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ichilemonwritruoo · 9 days

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Hiiii everyone I'm Lila! You may know me from Ao3 as the user LadyLilaBlue. I finally decided to make a blog for more fanfiction and fandom interaction. I love writing fanfiction and I want to have an area to keep it. I write gen rated hurt/comfort and whump and like to squeal about everything.

Feel free to call me Lila, I am she/her a medical worker with chronic health problems and emetophobia so please tag accordingly and I will do the same 💖 I do selfship and will sometimes talk about it. I'm also the one person keeping the Cloud Strife & Roy ao3 tag alive XD

I'm known for these top three fics: Support Pillars- FF15 ☆ Meant to Be, Apart of Me, Somewhere Inbetween?- MMBN ☆ Splatters of Friendship- FF7 Crisis Core

My fandoms include: FF7 (all media forms including Rebirth), Dissidia, FF15, Uta No Prince-Sama, Tales of the Abyss, Trauma Center, Rockman.EXE, Dragonball (mainly kai and super and movies), Smash Brothers, Sonic the Hedgehog (multiple media), Mario (multiple media), and Fire Emblem (Selective, does not include Engage).

My Ao3:

I am also more active on Instagram @MrsRtokiStrife.

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Yes my commission are open! If you are interested check out my card link for more info and how to contact me:

Please keep my blog SFW and Family Friendly! Nice to meet you 💖

#introductory post #my fanfiction #blog rules #my fanfic stuff #self ship #my fandoms #commisions open #commission info

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theoujousama · 2 years

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Doodle of Pira Rangsivana, one of my OCs from 11-member idol group, Eufonia. Eufonia was originally a rival idol group that I made during my humble Uta no Prince Sama fanfiction days that I never finished and promised that I would I’m so sorry I just grew out of the franchise. After all these years, I haven’t finalized all 11 guys, except for 4-5. Pira’s one of the first to have been finalized. He’s one of my favorite characters to draw in general because he’s fun in both appearance and personality.

Pira’s member color is Iridescent Electric Blue.

I’d like to make a portrait like this for all 11 members, but the only problems are that I’m slow, I have other projects, the real world outside of the Internet requires a lot from me, and I never finalized the the other half of Eufonia.

I wish I could just transfer what’s in my mind to paper. I’d be finished years ago, in that case.

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mrs-kurusu · 2 years

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Welcome to the blog! Here I take requests for fanfiction ideas in any form (i.e.. head cannons, drabbles, full fics, imagines...). I will write character x character and x reader requests. Any and all pronouns and sexual identities are welcome, just be sure to include them in your request. I will write sfw and nsfw content, so you have been warned now! I don't have a ton of experience writing angst based stories, but I'll try my best haha. Here's the media I write for:

Danganronpa 1,2

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Ouran High School Host Club (OHSHC)

Persona 5

Pokémon

Stardew Valley

The Walking Dead Game (TWDG)

Uta no Prince Sama

~My Masterlist~

Please enjoy :)

#danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #ouran host club #ouran high school host club #persona 5 #pokemon #pokemon swsh #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon sun and moon #pokemon black and white #stardew valley #the walking dead game #twdgame #uta no prince sama #uta no prince shining live #persona 5 royal

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manias-wordcount · 3 years

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Forget Me Nots (Ren x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝟭𝟰𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗺 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

A soft knock at your door rouses you from your sleep.

It was early. Way too early for you or anyone to be up, you decided as you turned your head and eyed the alarm clock that sat on your nightstand. Even with blurry vision, you could make out the time- 5:08 am. You weren’t due to be up for another four hours. You frowned.

The knocking sounded again.

With a quiet sigh, you sat up in your bed and pushed the covers off your tired body. You swung your legs to the side, letting your feet rest on your carpeted floors. A shiver passed through you as your body was exposed to the chilly atmosphere. Your body had already begun to miss the warm bundle you had wrapped yourself in while asleep. A large, white t-shirt and a pair of sleeping shorts were hardly a defense against the cold.

Huffing, you reached for one of the blankets you left at the end of your bed with slow, sluggish movements. You fist enclosed around a soft, cantaloupe-colored throw blanket- one of your favorites. You tugged closer to your sitting form and gently draped it around your shoulders. Instantly, you were starting to feel better as you swaddled yourself up and secured a fist full of the material in your hands. You breathed in the silence of your room, tempting yourself with the idea of just going back to bed.

The sound of a third knock, slightly louder than the others, makes you turn to the door with heavy-lidded eyes. Soon enough, you find yourself shuffling across the carpet and closer to the noise.

When you’re finally close enough, your hand reaches for the doorknob in a lazy grip. It’s too late to turn back now. It’s too late to pretend you were in too deep of a sleep to even stir. All that’s left to do is open the door. Say a greeting, entertain a little chatter, send them on their way, and crawl back into bed, you say to yourself as you finally succeed in opening the door on your third try.

But all thoughts escape you as you pull the door open.

The light is the first thing you notice. Naturally, your head turns in the opposite direction in an attempt to escape it. Streaming in from the large, elegant windows that line the hallway leading up to your room is the faded colors of a twilight-painted sky. It’s not bright. It’s not in the slightest bit bright, yet you couldn’t help but squint as the light proves to be a huge contrast between your dark dorm room with its curtain-covered windows.

A smooth chuckle fills your ears as a hand grabs your chin with a delicate grip. A soft noise of confusion escapes your lips as your door opens further, and you’re led a step back into your room. The hand on your chin tilts your head up as you blink sleepily, watching a tall figure suddenly take up almost your whole doorway and block out for most of the light.

Half-open eyes trail the stranger hovering over you, trying to make out who it is. You take them in silence with furrowed eyebrows and a small pout. Your tired mind wasn’t used to being used in the early morning but luckily for you, you didn’t have to think too hard. A white button-down that left the top two buttons open. A head full of strawberry blonde hair. Gentle blue eyes.

“Ren?” You mumble out. His thumb grazes over your cheek, drawing a small circle into your skin as he smiles.

“Good morning,” He hums in response, sleep pulling at his voice to make it sound deeper. You let out a shiver at his rich, velvety voice. Instantly feeling embarrassed, you pull the blanket around your shoulders even tighter, hoping to mask the involuntary movement. It’s a long shot, but it seems to have worked as his eyes follow the blanket temporarily before landing back on your face with that same beautiful smile from before. “Happy White Day, my dear.”

It takes a moment for his words to register, yet he stands there, letting you process them with all the patience in the world. The gears in your head turn and turn at his sudden revelation, never fully making sense of it until he pulls up the bouquet that he had been hiding from behind his back. Only then do you realize what he had said.

“Oh,” You whispered dumbly, reaching for the flowers. He passes them to you gently, eyeing your slow movements with a fondness you couldn’t see. The bouquet shares your grip with the blanket, but your focus is on the vibrant colored flora that demands attention. “Thank you so much, Ren…”

A smile of your own graces your face as you trail off dreamily and stare down. You vaguely remember Valentine’s Day from a month ago. It was an early day for all the boys, you recalled. Both ST☆RISH and QUARTET NIGHT had a special to film for the love-filled holiday that was supposed to premiere later that same day. Everyone was up, showered, and leaving the dorms before seven in the morning. Though, you couldn’t let your boys go without leaving them a little present for Valentine’s Day. For everyone else, it was nothing special- a small, handwritten note of encouragement and a box of homemade chocolates.

But for Ren, you had to go a little overboard. It was his birthday after all. So you sent him off with a bundle of freshly baked cookies, a dark amber-colored teddy bear with a letter explaining how much he means to you, and a dozen orange roses. In the moment, you couldn’t help but feel riddled with nervousness and embarrassment as you gave him his gifts. But seeing his face light up with happiness as you approached him with the presents was worth every single moment you spent fretting.

With closed eyes, you brought the flowers to your nose and sniffed. They smell wonderful.

“I leave in an hour for an interview across Japan. I won’t be back until late tomorrow...” He murmurs, moving the hand on your chin to tangle long fingers in your hair. “But I had to make sure you got these today. I had to make sure you know how I feel.”

You tilt your head in confusion, leaning into the warmth of his hands as you prompt him to explain. He holds you trapped in his adoring gaze as his fingers thread through your hair once. Twice. Three times in a thoughtful silence before his blue eyes narrow in on a specific flower.

“Forget-Me-Nots.” He draws your attention to a cluster of small blue flowers before meeting your eyes once more. “Do you know what they symbolize, my dear?”

Maybe you do know what they mean. And then again- maybe you don’t. But as you watched him glance down at your lips and lick his own, you found yourself opting for silence.

Silence and leaning closer and closer and closer and-

You may have made the first move, but... Jinguuji Ren will not be beaten that easily.

Your eyes flutter shut as he tugs you closer and kisses you. And kisses you, and kisses, and kisses you. Still caught in your hands, the flowers are pressed against the side of his head, but he doesn’t seem to mind it. Instead, he let out a quiet groan as he steals all the air in your lungs and kisses you like he’s starving. You throw your arms around his neck, blanket dropping off your shoulders and halfway down your arm from the sudden movement. The hand on your hip and the hand in your hair work with each other- tilting you in a position that leaves you begging for more.

You can’t breathe, you can’t think, you can only feel as Ren has his way with you. It’s passion in every sense of the word as he holds you close and draws out gasp after gasp and moan after moan. You don’t know how long you wanted this, but all you can think about is savoring this. Savoring him as he holds you tightly- memorizing his touch, his voice, his lips, and his heart.

And when he pulls away, you feel that it’s too soon. Even as you struggle to catch your breath, you feel yourself craving more. His hands on your body and his breath against your lips leaves you feeling dizzier and dizzier as second after second passes by in his presence. This kiss has left you feeling desperate and needy for him yet with no way to hide it.

Your feelings and his are out there in the open- yet only for you two to see. Held in between yours and his beating hearts. Wrapped up like the blanket that now holds him too as you keep your arms around his shoulder and stare up into his eyes. A feeling of warmth that comes from a secret passion, now shared. A new romance, now in bloom. And just a tad bit of anger.

Because it’s kiss you one minute and have to leave you the next.

Always such a tease.

“Forget-Me-Nots,” He repeats, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes drink in the breathless state he had left you in. “So you’ll always think of me…so you’ll only think of me…”

The hand in your hair trails down to cup your chin again, drawing you in with that intoxicating touch of his. You couldn’t help but smile as you swayed dazedly on your feet.

You’re glad you opened the door for him.

“...even when I’m away from you~”

As if you could ever forget someone like him.

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words-of-fate-official · 5 years

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Venom | Yandere!Eiichi Ootori x Reader

His lips were like poison and his words the deadliest of all.

He was a predator; luring his unexpecting prey in with the sound of his beautiful voice. An angelic voice like that was no match for Eiichi, a fallen angel cast away from heaven due to his lustful sins. At this point, he was nothing more than a monster in constant search of his next victim that he could use and slowly destroy their mind.

“P-please,” you managed to choke out after he pushed you against the wall.

You desperately tried to hit him, push him away, or anything else you possibly could to deter him yet it was all futile against him. He merely let out a deep chuckle in amusement before capturing your wrists and pinning them above you. His grip was tight; no matter how much you struggled and pulled, his grasp on you never slackened.

“What’s wrong, love?” Eiichi asked, a sickly sweetness laced in his voice. “Just a few hours ago, you were practically begging to be with me. Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind already.”

His eyes narrowed, his violet hues growing even darker. They bore right into you and your fear crippled your ability to speak. Had he always been this intimidating right from the very beginning? Could he truly be this good at hiding that darkness which lurked within him? That facade he so easily fooled you with had finally crumbled down to reveal nothing more than a monster.

Your words were stuck in your throat. You tried to look away from him, but his free hand grabbed hold of your chin and forced you to look up at him. He leaned in towards you, his cheek brushing against yours as he stopped just before your ear.

“You’ve been mine from the very beginning, [name],” Eiichi whispered, his voice sending chills down your spine. “I will have you submit to me, no matter how long it takes.”

He had finally struck his prey and his venom would soon take its toll…

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koalaoffandoms · 6 years

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FanFiction account

https://m.fanfiction.net/u/10877806/Koala-of-Fandoms

Hey all, I’ve got a FanFiction.Net account! If you wanna read fanfics about HP and anime next gens, here you go! Please follow if you can or leave a review! I’m always up for constructive criticism :) Thanks!

#fanfictions #fanfic #fanfiction.net #account #harry potter fanfiction #uta no prince sama fanfiction

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slayer537 · 11 months

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IMAGINE: catching your comfort character(s) staring at you -> changed to: your comfort character catching you staring at them

(prompt by @yumecentral on Twitter)

Warning: yume-ship with Eiichi

Most of Selena's initial impression of Eiichi was based on how he acted as an idol. He says iiiii a lot, becomes overly zealous, and stands proudly as the leader of HEAVENS. Selena wondered if he's always like that. Doesn't he eventually get tired?

This is a look back when Selena recently became HEAVENS composer and before she and Eiichi were together.

HEAVENS held a meeting for their next group song. Selena finished the final draft of the new song and they were impressed by how much was polished.

"iiiiiii ! This song is perfect for HEAVENS! We’ll come out on top from this!" Eiichi exclaimed. Everyone agreed and discussed it with each other. They were brainstorming some of the lyrics already.

While Eiichi was talking with the other members, Selena was curious about Eiichi's overreaction and didn't realize how much she was staring at him. This isn’t the only time he acted so passionately about music or HEAVENS in general. But the way he acted strangely intrigued her. Eiichi’s brother Eiji noticed and walked up to her. "What's wrong Selena?"

"Ah, nothing." Then she thought how Eiji would probably know his brother best and asked about him. "Does Eiichi act like this all the time, even at home?"

They both looked at Eiichi who was discussing potential lyrics with everyone else. "I usually see him like this only at work. When he's alone, he's actually pretty quiet. He acts like any regular person outside of work."

"Really?!" To think that he had that “gap” personality, Selena had a hard time imagining him being the opposite of how he was now. She would just have to catch him being alone in the studio.

It was difficult finding Eiichi alone during work, but throughout the month the composer did catch him by himself a few times. During the first time, Eiichi was in a meeting room by himself, probably arriving early to be the first one there. Selena was walking past the room that had a window wall. The second she saw him in there, she moved back and peeked her head so he couldn't see her spying. He seemed to be just waiting and took off his glasses to clean them with a cloth. This was also the first time seeing him without his glasses. She rarely saw his calm facial expression that matches Kira's. Even though Eiichi was doing something completely normal, Selena was watching like he was performing something incredible.

The second time was when he was taking notes in his script in the lobby. He sat on the couch facing away from where Selena passed him. The idol was focusing with a serious face as he read his script. He really takes his job seriously, she thought. Of course he did, but it's not something she realized when her impression of him has been someone who brags about his group and says iiiiii a lot. Selena also peeked over his shoulder and saw how he took notes. She expected lots of circles, boxes, or messy notes on the side. But she saw none of those. With a red pen, he underlined certain parts with double lines and wrote notes with a surprisingly neat handwriting on the side. In case Eiichi looked back, she walked away to where she needed to go while thinking about what she saw. Eiji was right...

The next time she found him alone was in a practice room. She peered through the small window on the door and the leader was rehearsing his dance. When he took a break, he went to the side and grabbed his water bottle. At this point, even Selena thought it would be so absurd to think Eiichi would drink it any other way. But she still couldn't help but feel fascinated while watching him do such a trivial act like drinking water "normally." Her first impression of him was too imprinted in her mind that she felt anything he does would be something exaggerated.

Suddenly, Eiichi turned his head towards the door and caught Selena red-handed. It made her jump and she looked around as if she could run or hide. But Eiichi already opened the door and grabbed her inside. He closed the door and her back was pushed against it as Eiichi kabedon-ed her.

"Why were you spying on me, and during the past two times?" He didn't look mad but he wasn't smiling either.

So he knew the other times as well... damn. She probably looked like the actual odd one here. As she tried to form her answer so she didn't look more of a stalker, Eiichi further asked, "Are you actually a superfan and using your job just to get closer to HEAVENS?"

"No! It's not like that!" she responded immediately. He really does care for his group... "I usually see you so enthusiastic at work. It's just surprising for me to see you act the opposite, like serious or calm. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I won't do it again!" She bowed her head to apologize.

There was a slight pause which made her worry what his response would be. "So that's your impression of me." Selena looked up to see his face less suspicious of her. "I'm not the only idol that acts differently between work and private life. But I act the way I do with my group because I feel I need to as the leader. Outside of that, I can relax like a switch turned off."

She felt relieved from his reaction. "I'm glad you do. I was worried you would feel exhausted having that same energy all day."

"You were worried about me?" he smirked.

"I-I mean, you guys welcomed me like I'm part of the family. So it's natural for me to be concerned about the group’s well-being." Her tsundere side was clearly showing to Eiichi.

He gave a slight chuckle. "Thank you. Though, next time you spy on me, I'm not going to pretend I didn't notice."

Selena nervously laughed. The idol walked to the center of the room. "I'm going to continue rehearsing. If you want, you can stay." He gave her a sly wink.

With an inner gasp, she was surprised that he allowed her to stay. Her eyes brightened up and she happily said, "Sure!"

Nowadays, Selena is still fascinated by Eiichi whenever does something “normal.” But she gets to see his “gap” personalities more often after they ended up dating. Sometimes, Eiichi does catch her staring at him and teases his Angel about it. Maybe someday she would get used to what Eiichi does so “normally.” Probably not though. Eiichi will continue being unpredictable to her for now.

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