warning tags in the body of the post because tags are weird now

|| jealous ||

{summary: what happens when your best friend knows about a certain spiderboy’s crush on you?}

a few readers want me to start sinning by doing n-fw peter parker headcanons tomorrow and i just promised another reader to update mafia!bucky’s series on saturday…so before i sin with all of these n-fw and sm-tty posts, let me post this one imagine that features my oc, David Pennington, again [♥]

keep in mind, just because dave is in this story, it has nothing to do with ||love like a comic book|| [♥]

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none, if you don’t include a jealous!peter parker ;) ;) ;)

oc mention: dave pennington; reader’s best friend who has blond hair and blue eyes. for me personally, i picture him as looking kinda like dave strider ((from homestuck)) but you readers can imagine him as appearing like harris-n -sterfield (sorry for the weird formatting on his name, i just don’t want this story to appear in his tags [♥] )

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine**

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David Pennington always knew that Peter Parker had a thing for his best friend and sister from another mister, [Full Name], he just had to do something to make that nerd confess to her once and for all.

He absolutely loved [Name] and would do anything to protect her, which was why he wanted that Peter guy together with her. For starters, he wasn’t a total fuckboi, or a pompous and rich asshole like Flash Thompson. Earning the title of being [Name’s] best friend meant that he had to do everything in his power to look after her.

And if he had to set her up with a good boy like Peter Parker by using dirty means, then so be it.

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300 Followers Challenge!

So there are now 300 of you beautiful people! I just want to say, thank you to each and every one of you who reads my stuff, likes, gives feedback, chats, reblogs - thank you so much for taking an interest in my blog and my writing.

Having this blog has given me so much motivation to write again and really helped me to hone my skills. And for drawing too.

So thank you, all of you.

To celebrate, I’m holding a fic challenge - my very first.

All prompts are taken from the lovely Jana at @creativepromptsforwriting, who kindly let me use them. Please go check out her blog and follow!

Rules:

1. This is a follower challenge, so you must be following me (I am aware of those who have a technical glitch with the follow button so you are the exception)

2. Please @ tag me and use the hashtag #Lizzie’s 300 challenge

3. Please PLEASE put the appropriate warnings for triggering or nsfw topics and tag as such.

4. Pick a prompt and message or ask me the number along with the character or pairing.

5. Any SPN character or pairing - Reader insert or ship.

6. Smut is ok, but only consensual and not underage. If I’m really not comfortable with anything I will let you know.

7. Fandom crossovers are also ok.

8. RPF is ok as long as it’s tasteful and respectful. Enjoy!

Prompts under the cut:

All prompts have their original numbers and a link to the original post. I will add more if there is demand for it!

Prompt #363: The night sky lit up for a second and what followed sounded a lot like the end of the world.

Prompt #362: They only realised they were holding hands the entire time, the moment they had to let go.

Prompt #355: “Don’t look at me, this is not my fault.”

Prompt #353: That thing she is feeling is wonderful and sinful and perfect and a complete and utter disaster.

Prompt #345: “So this doesn’t bother you?”

“Honestly the wings are kinda disconcerting.”

Prompt #343: “Let’s not forget who the real bad guys are in this story.”

Prompt #340: “You must be the reason for global warming because you’re hot.”

“Actually it’s primarily because of too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.”

Prompt #337: There are people who try to avoid any kind of conflict. And then there are people who just want to watch the world burn

Prompt #330: Some said the world would end in fire, some said in ice. Some people even said with zombies. But no one could have known that this was how it all ended.

Prompt #328“Honestly, you’re kinda weird.”

“Took you long enough to find that out.”

Prompt #327: “You can’t just waltz in here like you own the place! There are regulations!”

“Relax, nobody saw me..”

Prompt #317: “Before I started this, you told me you would have my back - no matter what.”

“I know and I’m sorry. But this is getting out of hand and I just can’t do this anymore.”

- @natasha-cole (Rob x Reader)

Prompt #313: “So from the bottom of my cold, dead heart, screw you.”

Prompt #304: “We were driving for hours and it was raining and we were drifting and then suddenly I saw the light.”

“You thought you were dying?”

“No, I saw the McDonald’s sign at the rest stop.”


@thecuriouscrusader (Destiel)

Prompt #300: They always say ’the devil made me do it’. But this wasn’t him

Prompt #299: There is nothing like the feeling of waking up in the morning after thinking you wouldn’t make it through the night.

- @mandilion76 ( Sam x Reader) Prompt #297: “Wait, what do you mean, you kinda like me?”

Prompt #293: “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

“It ripped out my wings, so yes, it did hurt.”

Prompt #288: “I like my coffee as black and bitter as my soul.”

“So, pink and sparkly then?

- @gone-to-fight-the-fairies

Prompt #284: “What can I say? Opposites attract.”

“That is really not a good excuse for sleeping with a bloody angel!”

- @afanofmanystuffs (Castiel x Meg)

Prompt #264

It wasn’t the vases and the glasses that got knocked over everyday that annoyed him the most about his new roommate. It was in the morning when he woke up with a too warm body next to him and a mouth full of feathers that he thought he definitely didn’t sign up for this when he became a demon.

Prompt #259

“Are you having any fun yet?

Prompt #248

Who needs a guardian angel when you can have a half-decent demon?

Prompt #216

“Am I going to see you later?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Prompt #277: “How are you?”, asked a soft voice, coming behind me.
“I… Is this some kind of joke? If it is, it’s not funny…”
My voice started to shake; I knew that gentle tone.

Prompt #189:
Breakfast hadn’t prepared her for today’s events.

-@webcricket (Castiel x Reader)

Prompt #185:
“You told me there would be cake. Now here I am, so where is my cake?”

- @elma-shay (Saileen/Sam x Eileen)

Prompt #182:
“The next time you stand in front of my house at 3 AM because you need a place to hide don’t expect me to open the door.”

Pint Sized Chapter 1: A Small Problem

Chapters: 1/6

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: R … .FOR REALLY CUTE  (It’s PG/K+ guys don’t worry)

Relationships: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Chat Noir/Ladybug

Summary: “Honey? Someone shrunk the kids."In which the dorks become even smaller dorks.

**Also available** on AO3 | FFnet

Cover by @edendaphne


This was definitely not how Ladybug expected her day to go.

It was supposed to be just another normal day of summer break. No responsibilities beyond the ones her parents gave her, no homework, no babysitting, and no akuma. Just a trip to a butterfly garden so Tikki would have a chance to fly around for a while in a comfortable environment where she wouldn’t be in danger if she was glimpsed. It was going to be a nice, relaxing day free of stress.

Would’ve been nice if she and Hawkmoth could’ve been on the same page.

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Gifts

~3.4k words

Characters: Furuta Nimura, Kaneki Ken, Arima Kishou

Pairings: Furuta Nimura/Arima Kishou (?)

It isn’t so much a pairing as. A thing. That happens a little? I guess there’s some weird one-sided… stuff?

Warnings: Blood, gore, and all that jazz, Suicide, discussions of suicide, unhealthy discussions of suicide, suicidal ideation, body horror probably, self loathing, The entire mess that was the second half of ch. 82, the entire mess that is Furuta Nimura, I guess there’s some kissing of barely conscious persons too… 

(very very brief mentions of things that might trigger emetophobia, but nothing happens. It’s just the words and some metaphors. I have this one to a degree, so…)

Sorry if I missed some tags.

“additional tags”: Almost certainly an AU, No one in this fic is sane, references to philosophical thought experiments, extended metaphors, some parts border on vaguely surrealist pseudo-philosophical absurdist prose poetry (again, sorry), catch the accidental buffy reference, obscure three way Nietzsche/Art History/Greek Mythology punning, I have a humanities problem, save me

Notes: @nimawalker and I were talking about how our second dear hanged man might react to Arima’s actions, and that plus other extensive talks about weird possible Furuta headcanons and possible AUs led to this.

You also have Nima to thank for the existence of a bunch of this dialogue because I got a note back on the first draft saying Nimura should talk more. I hope you like the added bits!

Thanks to @nimawalker for the notes on the first draft and @sunlitfuruta for putting up with me while I fell down bizarre wikiholes trying to wrap this thing up and title it. And for your wonderful headcanon ideas and indulging all my terrible horrible fic ideas that went nowhere until the fic fairy felt like visiting me for once.

I have about a thousand fic ideas and dozens of WIP but I have a fic fairy that’s a petulant motherfucker and decided to visit me now and give me this one. 

It’s… Very potentially multichapter. My fic fairy might ship Arifuru, because if this continues, it is likely to get more shippy. My fic fairy is fickle and an asshole though, so who knows.

I apologize profusely for any dumb tiny grammar mistakes. I’ve been up all night writing and my roommate refused to edit my grammar. 

Feel free to send me notes, even if it’s “you used the wrong form of “there” in this line.” I’ll feel stupid, but I’ll thank you for correcting me (if you send it off anon or by chat. If you send it on anon, I’ll just tuck tail and edit the post in silence, but I’ll be grateful.)

I hope you like it!

Also, I am still working up to AO3. OTZ 

But because this is an AU, It might be easier for me to post there without worrying about future canon. We’ll see.

Come back and read this next bit after you’ve read the fic:

About the Ecce Homo bit at the end there, Ecce Homo is a term in art history from the New Testament meaning “behold the man” and is used to describe art that depicts Jesus’s display before the crowds or parade to the cross. It is also the name of Nietzsche’s final work, a work that is both self-aggrandizing and self-mocking, that talks about the philosopher as a Dionysian, rather than Apollonian or Christ figure. As someone who creates chaos and inner turmoil rather than clarity. He signed the book “Dionysus versus the Crucified.”

That entire bit was self indulgent humanities garbage and I’m sorry you had to read it.

Headcanons: A lot. Please consider this an AU. For this chapter, all you need to know is that Arima is more or less human. There is… stuff going on with Furuta that will come up in future chapters, but you can kind of pretend to ignore if I never get around to updating this.

Anything I happen to get right about Furuta or Arima’s weird biology, or ghoul biology in general in this or further chapters will be entirely by chance. 

Again, I am basically considering this an AU that diverges from canon after TG:re 82, at this point. 

I’m kind of new to the world of canon divergent AUs so bare with me. I might keep swerving in and out of new canon information.

Excerpt: (this is from a bit further in than I usually go, but…)

He knows Kaneki Ken as much by scent as anything. He’s hardly a man anymore, all red-black plating and twisting, writhing limbs. But there is no one else it could be, a huddle on the ground sending coiling and thrashing appendages out for meters and meters. They have mouths on them, each screaming and wailing. A true cacophony. True chaos.

Beyond the mask he’s wearing, Nimura has the urge to revel in it. This total destruction of man. This madness. It’s as the good doctor always goes on about. His “greatest creation.” Kaneki Ken at his limits is a thing of beauty in its savagery.

But he has work to do, he reminds himself. The smell of Kishou’s blood is thick and the man himself is silent. And that won’t do. There are pieces that belong on the board, even if only out of his way. Something itches at his spine through the nothingness. Kaneki Ken at his limits. Arima’s blood in the air.

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