#bleach karaoke au

[im-just-sal]

Demon Slayer Highschool AU(ish) Head Canons

Uzui totally seems like a popular playboy in high school.

With Rengoku being his best friend and only nice popular kid.

Giyu's the weird bad boy Rengoku is friends with and no one knows why.

Muichiro's the kid in the younger grade they took pity on because he had no friends.

Shinobu is the nerdy chemistry expert who's popular because a lot of boys like her.

Mutsuri is one of the popular guys exes, but nobody can remember who's, but she's in the group anyway.

Iguro is the weird kid who brags about his pet snakes and thinks he's cool for wearing bandages. He repeatedly gets told off by teachers, and is a wanna be bad boy. Misturi loves him anyway.

Gyomei is a senior, and he doesn't play any sports. No one can remember how he got popular, he just did.

If the hashira are popular kids, what are Tanjiro and his squad?

They're BAND kids.

Tanjiro plays Trumpet.

Zenitsu was passed down his grandfather's tuba and hates it so much.

Nezuko plays the xylophone .

Yushiro has spent his whole life mastering instruments, and he plays the flute for band, but loves playing piano.

Kanao plays the drums in the back. Little effort needed.

And Inosukes on triangle.

So Tanjiro I imagine has an amazing singing voice.

He's the best at it.

Zenitsu sounds like a dying cat.

Inosuke is surprising good, but he mostly listens to death metal, so he scream sings.

Nezuko doesn't sing, but she'll do a little Dancy dance to any song she hears.

Uzui thinks he's the hot shit at it, but he's not. He's average.

Rengoku cannot sing. He doesn't try. He knows his voice sounds awful.

Muichiro doesn't really sing, but he can. He's okay at it, but if he's doing karaoke he's going all out on that demi Lovato high note.

He'll hit it even higher.

Iguro is good at singing, but he'll sing my chemical romance until even Misturi wants to rip out her eardrums.

Shinobu thinks she's good, but she's just fine at it. Nothing special.

Mitsuri's voice sounds like nightcore singing.

Gyomei opera sings in the shower and that's it.

And Sanemi has a raspy ass voice that cracks if he tries to hit any note higher than the bass.

Yushiro sings to himself in his room. He also sings in the shower, but do not tell anyone.

He performs Call me maybe.

Lady Tamayo has recorded it.

He has no idea this recording exists.

Zenistu also sings in the shower.

Buts it's the take cover shut your ears kind.

He thinks he is the HOT SHIT.

He made Yushiros ears bleed.

Tanjiro had to literally yank the shower curtain back to get him to stop.

But then he screamed for the next hour so it was a lose lose.

Believe me, he was searching for bleach for hours.

Inosuke hid it tho because he wanted Tanjiro to suffer.

After Zenistu got out of the shower Yushiro punted him to next week.

[bleachbleachbleach]

You can't kill my vibe

Like many others, I have been both enchanted and intrigued by the new TYBW opening theme song, "Stars." It has everything! Modern living world fashion! Coffee shop AU! Karaoke sing off! But I think the thing that has really captured everyone’s attention is whatever the hell Ichigo is doing with that guitar.

[TYBW OP 2]

At first glance there’s some things we can infer. Ichigo’s zanpakutou has been reforged and now he’s a dual wielder. He absolutely has no idea what he’s doing and needs to relearn how to use his sword, so of course he’s going to be clumsy and awkward in the beginning. But if Ichigo has one thing going for him, it’s gonna be his ability to just Square Peg Round Hole his way through any situation. No technique needed, if you can blunt force trauma your way through.

Notably, there are very few characters in Bleach with multiple swords (Ukitake and Kyouraku) and both of them I think we can go so far as to say have achieved mastery, as they have bankai and are Old (TM). So that’s great! Ichigo has some role models to look up to and can be inducted into the dual-wielder Hall of Fame!

Taking a closer look at the guitar in the OP though, it’s not just any double-neck guitar. Ichigo appears to be holding a Gibson EDS-1275, which is the “coolest guitar in rock” according to the Wikipedia page. While never widely used, the guitar was played by a couple of famous musicians such as Elvis Presley, Steve Miller (Steve Miller Band), Don Felder (Eagles), and Jimmy Page (Led Zeppelin). I’ll give it to the wiki page, that is pretty damn cool.

[And just for the sake of being thorough: Japanese guitar maker Ibanez produced a double-neck guitar that was based off the Gibson EDS-1275. It looks virtually identical to the Gibson (at least to my untrained eye).]

The Eagles are most famous for their song "Hotel California" and Don Felder famously used a white EDS-1275 for performances of that song. There are lots of various themes and interpretations of "Hotel California", many of which are fun to apply to Ichigo and Bleach. The Eagles vocalist said, “Lyrically, the song deals with traditional or classical themes of conflict: darkness and light, good and evil, youth and age, the spiritual versus the secular. I guess you could say it's a song about loss of innocence” which I think is some interesting fodder to mull on.

BUT! Ichigo is holding a red guitar! And someone else famously had a custom-made, cherry-red EDS-1275. And that someone was Jimmy Page. Page was arguably the one who popularized the EDS-1275, as he famously played it during live performances of "Stairway to Heaven."

[Jimmy Page in 1973]

I don’t have much to say about "Stairway to Heaven" other than it also seems to be a song about death. However, on a very literal sense, the song is about, well, a stairway to heaven. And you know who is ascending into the heavenly skies in TYBW???

[TYBW ep14]

So. Many. Stairs.

[ciaossu-imagines]

BLEACH MASTERLISTS

Byakuya Kuchiki

Reaction to sticking it in the wrong hole during sex

With a goofy s/o dressing up like a mobster and pretending to rob them

Karaoke songs

Gin Ichimaru

Hitsugaya Toshirou

Relationship & general headcanons

Assorted headcanons

Ichigo Kurosaki

Isshin Kurosaki

Jushiro Ukitake

Cuddling with him

Reaction to sticking it in the wrong hole during sex

Teacher AU! where he falls in love with a student

With a goofy s/o dressing up like a mobster and pretending to rob them

NSFW headcanons

His s/o singing to him

Karaoke songs

Kensei Muguruma

Addiction headcanons

NSFW headcanons

Kisuke Urahara

Favourite holiday dish

Assorted headcanons

Renji Abarai

NSFW headcanons

With a goofy s/o dressing up like a mobster and pretending to rob them

Karaoke songs

Yoruichi Shihouin

Ururu Tsumugiya

Hisagi Shuuhei

Shunsui Kyouraku

[chaotic-nick]

I'm itching to write bleach smut so uhh— vote pls 🥺 [because I can't decide between the three of them]

Reader giving Ichigo a handjob in a karaoke room, vote 💖 count =1

Lisa x reader x shunsui pwp piece, vote ❤️ count =1

Aizen x reader where a recording of them gets leaked [actor au so it breaks alot of hearts], vote 💜 count = 2

Thank you!!! Reblogs are appreciated

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Aaahhh it's me again!!!! Idea! Idea!!

Karaoke!!

Urahara drags everyone to a Karaoke bar because of who he is as a person.  What would everyone sing? Who is everyone there?? What are their voice types?? What chaos ensues??

Ahhhh!!!!

💙🧡💙🧡

Hope you're having a good one!!!

GASP! KARAOKE!!!! Hi friend, I love this idea so so much! Karaoke is one of my favourite things!!!!! That being said, I can ramble on music and song choices for forever, and so be prepared. This is gonna be a long one :D

Ok, so Kisuke dragged them out there. Who is 'them'? Oh the usual crew: Ichigo, Yoruichi, Grimmjow, Orihime (she went willingly), Chad, Uryu, Renji, Rukia (again she went willingly), and Nel joins this time too!

As for songs...well here's what I think:

Rukia and Orihime are the ones that are totally enthusiastic about this whole outing. They are very excited to be there. And Nel is excited too, even if she doesn't get all of it. That doesn't stop her from joining in with the other two just as energetically! I think the girls would sing together at least a few songs, and they would be songs like Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen, Hips Don't Lie by Shakira, CAPSULE by Hikari no Disco (link here, if you haven't heard this one before, it's cute and has a fun tune!), and other fun tunes that fit that kind of vibe. Nel doesn't necessarily know all the words, but she bops along with them and dances enthusiastically around. Maybe at the start they try some harmonies (building off your idea that Rukia is an alto and Orihime sings soprano, because I absolutely love that) but by the end of it, they are just having fun and singing as happily as they can, not even really caring what they sound like because they are too caught up in enjoying themselves (which is how karaoke is meant to be!) Nel is very off-key and off-beat, but no one cares because she is happy and it's pretty hard for anyone to want to criticize someone who looks so happy to just be there.

Kisuke doesn't go up to sing. But he does drunkenly sing along to every song the girls sing while remaining in his seat curled up next to Yoruichi.

Then, it's Yoruichi's turn. And yeah, she's gonna sing. This woman has confidence, as well as skill she has cultivated over the many years. I like to imagine her voice is also low, chesty, warm and soothing like the smell of cinnamon or the taste of hot tea sweetened with just the slightest touch of honey, or the feel of a warm and strong hug. She knows what songs suit her, too. She's gonna go for the ballads, but not just any ballad. She goes for jazz. Yoruichi sings Summertime, and if you want to know how I imagine her singing to be, just listen to Ella Fitzgerald sing it here! (Ella Fitzgerald is an absolute queen, her voice is so amazing and she is so beautiful!) Kisuke just falls more and more in love with Yoruichi as she sings. This is the only song he's quiet for. (Ichigo goes "oh now he's quiet" and Kisuke hucks a shoe at him and tells him to shut up).

Poor Renji gets dragged up there by Rukia to sing with the girls even though he knows none of the songs. (Rukia only knows them all because her and Orihime have sleep overs and listen to music while painting each other's nails and catching up on everything that's been going on). He is highly embarrassed and flees back to his seat as soon as he can. Then he just sits there all night, face as red as his hair.

Uryu has much the same fate as Renji, but he was dragged up there by Orihime (I think this is a cute ship tbh). He stumbles through one song and dance with the girls, and then manages to escape.

Chad is incredibly quiet, and he doesn't go up to sing for a long time. It takes all of the girls persuading him (and maybe a few drinks? I'm putting this during a time when they're all old enough to drink alcohol). But when he does, his voice is smooth, bass, beautiful, like the thunder rolling across the sky during a storm, and kind of surprises everyone (except Ichigo who knows only because he and Chad sometimes would sing along to their favourite songs on the radio together while hanging out). But Chad is not just a gentle soul. Oh no. He has power to his voice. So he starts off with Sound of Silence by Disturbed (link here for those who are unfamiliar with this version, it's my favourite version of the song).

Unfortunately for Ichigo, the fact he has spent time singing with Chad previously means that Chad knows Ichigo can sing. And Chad is not as innocent as everyone thinks. If he has to suffer, so does Ichigo. So he totally makes the off-hand comment that Ichigo should sing next, because his voice is really good. And now our poor Ichigo has everyone hounding him and Rukia drags him up there and Renji is shouting that he needs to because Rukia already forced him, so it's only fair! And so Ichigo is forced up there. Chad picks the song because he knows Ichigo won't. And he knows exactly which song he's gonna choose and as soon as he hears the intro, Ichigo glares at Chad because what the hell Chad you can't just choose the song Ichigo says reminds him of Grimmjow that is just not fair. Which song, you ask? Criminal, by Britney Spears. :D Ichigo sings it and the entire time he is literally glaring at Chad. And Grimmjow is now confused because is Ichigo singing it to Chad? But why is he angry at Chad then? And why does Grimmjow not like the idea of him singing that song specifically for someone? He has many emotions. He is grumpy and doesn't know what to do for the rest of the song. But he relaxes a bit when Ichigo comes and sits next to him and not Chad. He grins smugly at Chad, but Chad just...smiles knowingly back at him? And now he is More Confused. He would go up there and sing a song for Ichigo, as a fuck-you to Chad (definitely not as showing off to Ichigo, not at all), but he doesn't know what song to choose, how karaoke works, and he is still shy about singing in front of other people. So when he goes home that night, he goes through all the music he has learned about and searches for songs to sing to Ichigo (he's not even sure why but he just knows that he needs to be prepared next time so that he can show Chad he isn't special just because Ichigo was looking at him specifically for an entire song). He will be prepared for the next karaoke session.

These are my thoughts! Thank you so much for the ask! Do you have any ideas to add? Does anyone else join them? Are they in a private karaoke booth or are they at the open stage in a large bar? Do you have any other songs that you think would work really well in the scenario?

Hope you have a lovely day, friend!!!

[hashtagartistlife]

ichiruki (karaoke) cafe au~

[shounen-sideblog]

My 1st Ko-Fi commission by the extra talented @handsome-kakigori

I requested a karaoke bar IshiHime to celebrate @ishihimeweek and I couldn’t be happier with it! The matching hair pins alone made my day. Thank you!! 💛

[pfirsichtoertchen]

Can we please talk about: 

1. The 5th Division Appreciation. They are finally getting a little love, how unreal!

2. Momo’s hairstyle. Ridiculously cute.��I’m sure Hitsugaya agrees.

3. Hitsugaya appeared in the first BLEACH x Karatetsu Collab and now I have to think about them working together. CUTE. 

4. As @tokyo-shigure said: The whole Gotei 13 working at a Karaoke bar... Priceless! That’s how I like my AU’s. :D 

[ddelusions]

connie springer as ur bf headcanons !

connie playlist !

(modern au)

- the both of you bond over his humor - howling while entangled in the bedsheets, just the sight of him making you double over, him adding fuel to the fire with even more jokes through gasps of laughter

- despite not having much of it, he’s actually pretty great at doing hair (sasha takes the credit for teaching him)

- jean loves teasing the both of you, especially connie - “i still wonder how you managed to pull them.”

- he’s a thrill seeker - he loves rollercoasters, bungee jumping, anything that will give him an adrenaline rush and sometimes he begs you to come along with him

- during the first date, connie was insanely nervous and awkward, and you still tease him about it

- connie is a big one for creating traditions, from eating mcdonalds every friday or movie nights twice a month

- he is absolutely TERRIFIED of going to the doctor/dentist

- his hugs r the best thing ever. you never ever want to let go

- snapchat private story vlogs

- a big fan of pda - his personal favorite is putting his hand in your back pocket

- his love languages are quality time and acts of service

- he has a picture he took of you sleeping as his phone lockscreen

- connie has never been one for short relationships, he’s in it for the long run

- despite his joking nature, he knows when to be serious and is the absolute best at comforting you and making you feel good after, no matter if it’s over text or he’s holding you in his arms

- he sneaks out to see you a lot, even though he does get caught a lot

- he doesn’t care how you looks, he’ll love you all the same

- CAR KARAOKE YESYES

- you painted his nails for him once, and you noticed after a while that he had been touching it up by himself

- he tried to get you to bleach his head and dye patterns on his head but you refused, much to his dismay

- doodles on the desk during class

- another he thing he picked up from sasha is showing his love by buying you your favorite foods and snacks

- plenty of stupid nicknames for each other

[recurring-polynya]

ok so i really like choei and i’ve been wondering what he looks like...i mean he’s a pretty prominent oc in a big chunk of your fics so maybe... a doodle? xD

(2/2) ok maybe prominent is not the right word but memorable would definitely be it 

So, a while ago, I had the idea to try and draw a bunch of my Squad 6 OCs and do, like, little profiles for them? Like they used to have at the end of the Bleach volumes? Mostly, I just wanted to practice drawing faces. Anyway, this turned out to be way more work than I expected, so this may be the only one I end up doing, but it was fun.

Ahhh, Choei. It was 2019. I was writing my second fanfic. I needed two Squad 6 OCs, whom I hoped to reuse, because I hate making OCs. Two upper seats, one of them who laughs at Renji’s jokes and one of them who would never laugh at Renji’s jokes. The former became Fourth Seat Kuchiki Choei, the OC that dared to ask the question: what if a Kuchiki, but also a bro?

Birthday: November 26 (Sagittarius)

Height: 183cm (6′0″)

Weight: 80kg (176lb)

Zanpakutou: Namazu

Release command: Furuwasero, Namazu!/Shake it up, Namazu! (furuwaseru means to cause something else to shake as opposed to furueru / to shake)

Special skill: Plays pivot on the Squad 6 futsal team

Hobby: Collecting stuff from the World of the Living.

Food: Likes: Yakult (yogurt drink)  Dislikes: Mushrooms

How he spends his day off: Can often be found wearing a backwards baseball cap and Sidewalk Surfers and hanging out in one of the trendy Living World-style karaoke bars and coffee houses that sprang up in the years following the ryouka invasion.

Theme Song: “Good Time” by Owl City and Carly Rae Jepsen

Choei facts!

Namazu, Choei’s zanpakutou is an otsuchi, a war hammer traditionally used for breaking down doors. Choei has two special attacks: (1) he can slam Namazu into something with tremendous concussive force, shaking it to pieces and (2) he can strike the ground to cause small earthquakes.

Namazu is named for the legendary catfish that causes earthquakes in Japanese folklore. He is normally trapped by the thunder god Kashima under a stone or gourd, but sometimes he gets rowdy and thrashes around, causing tremors. He was a popular subject of ukiyo-e prints in the 19th century and is also regarded as a deity of social justice and wealth redistribution. (Choei likes to redistribute his wealth at the bar on Saturday nights). The trailing ribbons on Choei’s zanpakutou are meant to be evocative of catfish whiskers.

In Squad 6, all shihakushou accessories must be approved, in writing, by the captain. Choei holds the record for the most rejected applications, including, but not limited to: Doc Martens, ski goggles, a puffy vest, a trucker hat, and a fanny pack. To date, the only thing he has gotten past Byakuya is a pair of bro-ass grippy weightlighting gloves which he claims are “functional.” (It is a great mystery among Squad 6ers whether Byakuya makes Renji submit accessory applications and actually approves them or if Vice Captain just does what he wants and Byakuya lets him. Also why?? how?? Is it because he has bankai??)

Choei is Byakuya’s second cousin (his paternal grandfather is Ginrei’s brother). He has four older brothers and one older sister, Naoko, who is the Lady of the Gotou branch family.  

Choei is a bit of a black sheep. He is a not a man of culture and he isn’t interested in settling down and making a nice marriage alliance. He joined the Gotei because it’s about the only thing he’s able to do to the satisfaction of his family. Although he has very high reiatsu and is a strong fighter (his zanpakutou is especially well suited for smashing Hollow masks), he has rarely been motivated to work hard, and was often dismissed by his relatives for his fun-loving lifestyle and fighting with a “vulgar”, non-bladed weapon, not befitting a Kuchiki. Since Renji came on as Vice Captain, he has made Choei do approximately 900,000 pushups and lets Choei hit Hihiou Zabimaru in the face with his hammer. Renji doesn’t know this, but Choei admires him deeply and has improved a lot under his abuse tutelage.

Choei managed to distinguish himself in my sadtimes Byakuya Dies AU, Portions for Foxes by passing the Lieutenant’s Exam and becoming Renji’s Vice-Captain (and also by hooking up with Sentarou.)

Special thanks to @kaicko for help with Choei’s zanpakutou and release command and also just listening to me ramble about my bro son.

Also, credit to AdorkaStock for the pose reference!

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Are there any oneshots where kurt/blaine’s friends dare him to hit on the guy in a club that happens to be blaine/kurt? i feel like this got kinda confusing, please warn me if you didn’t understand omg

I found these ones for you. Full disclosure: I haven’t read them. - HKVoyage

Courtship Rituals Karaoke Style by @hazelandglasz

anonymous asked: Hi beautiful person, happy 2015 ! would love to see this au for klaine please if you don't mind "we're in a karaoke bar with separate groups of friends and we are dragged on stage to sing a duet together even if we don't know each other, then hit it off bla bla bla" thank you !!

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Backs Up Pressed Against Bleached Walls by whatabeautifulmess

Written for a GKM Prompt. Kurt and Blaine meet at a bar, dancing and sexy times ensue.

[pink-grapefruit-cafe]

charlotte’s jan x jackie fanfic masterpost!

every jan and jackie fic that exists because this is necessary.

@janhytes (silvervelour)

three purple hearts

[lesbian broadway star smut. also adorably fluffy. 4.4k]

‘it’s just a nightmare’

[fluff, drabble]

‘why did you choose me’

[theatre class. fluff. drabble]

in bloom

[gorgeous blind date fic with beautiful imagery and soft lesbians. 6k]

everything but nothing at all

[popstar Jan and manager Jackie in this beautiful and minimalist fic. 3.1K]

@pink-grapefruit-cafe

i do like you.

[jan, jackie, gigi and nicky are college students. fluff and pining. 3.5k]

star-uncrossed.

[jan and jackie meet in new york as college students. 1.7k]

team building

[jan didn’t read the email and has to share jackies sleeping bag. drabble]

my feet hurt

[jackie has to push jan around a supermarket in a shopping cart. drabble]

we might be hollow (but we’re brave)

[coming of age songfic to lorde. fluffy. 3k]

liability

[a depressing romp through finding yourself after trauma. 6k. fluffy ending]

papillionlisse (2/?)

[side Jan x Jackie, currently 5.75k, harry potter au]

@missjanjie (joley123)

I don’t know how to love him

[nicky helps jan realise his feeling and there's a cuteeee scene. 1.4k]

‘it made me think of you’

[jan gives gifts to show love. drabble]

‘i’m not losing you again’

[jan bleaches his hair. mlm. drabble]

‘please don’t walk out that door’

[breakup angst. mlm. drabble]

improve troupe?

[university mlm. drabble]

@janssports

‘tell me a secret’

[drag race. flufffff. drabble]

Umbrella

[students. lesbians. cutie pies. aq]

@honeyhytes (harlotstarlet)

hold onto the memories, they will hold onto you (and i will hold onto you) 

[fluffy memory box fic. flashbacks. coming of age. 3.1k]

perfect places

[smuttt. 1.2 k]

this ultraviolet morning light below

[Jan doesn't like mornings. very cute. drabble]

@artificialperidot

sticky situation

[jan sticks her hands together with nail glue. based off ‘you’re adorable’]

@hy-jinkx

‘do you trust me?’

[theatre lesbians, jan being a supportive babe. drabble]

‘i’d like to see you try.’

[jan tries to convince jackie to go out, drabble]

storm

[Jan comforts Jackie in a storm. 915 words]

umbrella

[drunk sorority girls singing karaoke. 2.5k. bonus Nicky doll]

@rainbowvelour

chapel of love (2/?)

[jans a pop star, jackie is a backing singer. cracker is the manager.]

slut_for_jan_and_trixie

secret love song 

[lesbians. songfic. 1.7k]

and she believed her

[angst. 1.3k]

long distance

[relationship angst. 2.7k]

this is wrong

[5+1 fic about life being a dick and then not.]

fugitivecj

Bus stops in December

[cute fluff at a bus stop. aq]

campyglampy

between two trailers

[side Jan x jackie, multichap, currently 10k]

impossibleaims

TLC

[5+1 fic about Jan getting hurt and Jackie comforting, hurt comfort. 2.2k]

lilacsoft

and i wake up falling (1/?)

[Jackie and Nicky run a womens centre and there’s a cat called mabel. 4K]

aphantastic

D-

[Jan does bad on a test. 400 words]

Jankie/Dodie series

party tattoos

[high school au. minor drug use. 2K]

she

[high school au. flashbacks. realisations. 1.5k]

Ren_Writes_Badly

no longer lonely

[high school au. car sex. new kid. 2k]

EmoWithOddSocks

stay the night

[canon compliant. after ep7. 600 words ish]

A

the show must go on

[sickfic. jan is the sick one. aq]

[ythmir-writes]

A Thousand Mended Seams

fandom: Ikemen Sengoku character: Ieyasu Tokugawa

A/N: as promised, here’s the first chapter for that IkeSen Ieyasu reincarnation AU (currently untitled) igotalame one hah! i cooked up while doing a prompt for my 182 series. What’s a reincarnation AU without urbanmagic? please enjoy!

Other works are over here!

no warnings; 3330 words; and hey look i got chapter titles!

edit! changed the title (again) from inevitable --> A Thousand Mended Seams

previous: prologue

Chapter 1 – Working

    “Thanks for dining with us. Please visit us again.” Ieyasu Tokugawa gave a barely enthusiastic parting wave as the last group from the dinner crowd made their way to the exit. The customers were not really paying attention to him, and Ieyasu could only barely stop himself from hurrying them out. Then, the door to the restaurant closed with the familiar tinkling of the front bell. Quiet finally settled and Ieyasu breathed out a sigh of relief.

    Dinner rush was usually the busiest and nosiest part of the day. People were always hurrying to eat or karaoke or shop away the accumulated stress from a full day at work. Or all three. And the night crowd that came into their restaurant sometimes had just been to all three. Not that Ieyasu was begrudging them those small luxuries. But he had to admit, ever since he had started working at a restaurant, he had very little free time. And what little he had, he knew he would spend differently.

    Setting down the knife and the carrot he had been slicing, Ieyasu took the nearest dish box and made his way towards the tables to clean up the mess left behind. That particular group of customers had obviously never given thought to the woes of the service industry given the state of their table. Working to clean it was one thing, but having to sweep and mop up underneath was already thirty minutes taken from his already tight schedule.

    With a grunt, Ieyasu placed the dish box in the sink, soaking the empty dishes in water and anti-bac for later. Then, he turned back to the carrots, and continued on, the silence now broken only by the rhythmic thudding of his knife against the chopping board.

    Ieyasu worked faster with the quiet; his hands moving more swiftly now that his concentration was focused only on just one task. Whenever he was left alone to handle the restaurant withcustomers, he had to position himself in the middle of the open kitchen to make sure he could see the whole place with a single sweep of his eyes. He also had to divide his attention between cleaning tables, taking orders from newcomers, and actually cooking their food.

    It was hard work. A little bit stressful, if he was going to be completely honest. But at least, it was work he could actually do without anyone having to worry about him.

    After all, cooking was practically almost the same as potion making, and Ieyasu had been specializing on mixing and concocting potions ever since he had displayed his first capacities for magic. That, and wards. Both were his areas of expertise, and were the main reason he was so good and particularly compatible at helping Masamune in the kitchen. Their areas of power overlapped. Blessings. Warding. Shields and immunity and nourishment. Ieyasu and Masamune were experts on where to draw the line, or erase it altogether.

    But nothing that Ieyasu had ever experienced as a potion maker had prepared him with the sheer amount of work that comes with running a restaurant. Nothing about it had been as easy as he had originally thought.

He may be only a second pair of helping hands to Masamune Date, but it did not mean he was doing less work. For all his carefree and reckless attitude, Masamune ran a kitchen like it was a battlefield. Except, warmer. And more peaceful.

    Tonight was again a testament to that, and then some. Masamune had left a long list of things to do while he was away on patrol duty, which was on top of the fact that the restaurant was open for business. Ieyasu had more work than usual whenever Masamune was away.

    No, wait. Ieyasu frowned at the thought. That didn’t do it justice.

All the work was practically already on his shoulders. Add to the consideration a certain set of circumstances which dictated upon Masamune some physically inescapable constraints, Ieyasu technically was the lone chef. And noodle maker. And waiter. And cleaner. And busybody.

    Hell, if it was not for the fact that Hideyoshi brought them groceries and did part-time with them, or that Mitsunari sometimes came over to (only and strictly) look at their books, Ieyasu was going to be the sole saving grace that allowed the restaurant to continue to run for the next thirty or so years. And Ieyasu found no comfort in that.

    Before he could even shrug away the irritation that had crept up along with his thoughts, Ieyasu was done with the first batch of carrots, worked on the second, and then turned his attention to the spring onions and mushrooms. Ieyasu switched knives, choosing a slightly longer parring knife this time, and he could almost hear Masamune telling him to chop them up finely now, no that’s too thick.

    He did quick work of the vegetables for tomorrow’s menu, setting them into their respective containers for later use, and then strategically placing them into the refrigerators. Then, he grabbed a pair of clean towels and began to wipe down the tables, spraying them with a mixture of water and vinegar when there were difficult spots. He refilled condiments. Made sure the napkin holders for each table were bursting and then finally, mopped the floor. Twice. Just to be sure.

    He turned his attention to the dishes he had soaked next, and for the umpteenth time, Ieyasu thanked his luck that Masamune had been easily persuaded to set up shop a few more blocks away from the business district. Any closer and they would be busier than they already were, and Ieyasu would not have been able to keep up.

    He had only just begun to debate whether he should start making more noodles for tomorrow’s early morning batch, when suddenly he heard the front bell tinkling again.

    Ieyasu quickly dried his hands and had half an excuse already at the ready for the new customers: that it was cleaning time and no the place is simply too large for a single person to clean and things will definitely take too long and they should visit tomorrow instead. He was ready to recite it all rapidly when he recognized the man who stood by the door.

    “Mitsuhide?” Ieyasu said, surprised. All pretense of his worker’s personality was instantly discarded at the sight of his friend. “This is rare.”

    “Hello, Ieyasu.” Mitsuhide Akechi was all smiles. He removed his Gable rain hat, revealing slicked back white hair that Ieyasu might have mistaken as a halo if he did not know any better. Mitsuhide widened his smile and there was a mischievous light in his eyes that made Ieyasu second-guess if this was an ordinary visit.

    “I hope you aren’t yet closed for the night.” Mitsuhide said.

    Ieyasu sighed, crossing his arms and mentally setting up protective walls in place. “Don’t start.”

    At that, Mitsuhide chuckled again, slightly opening his palms in defense. “I’m sorry. And just to be perfectly clear, I didn’t read your mind.”

    “Right.” Ieyasu pretended to roll his eyes.

    “You know I wouldn’t. And I know you enough to know that you wanted to use that excuse. Again.”

     “It works on everyone that isn’t you.”

    “Thank the gods for that. Though I must confess it is hard being the only sensible person in the room, with a perfect sense of smell.” He took a whiff. “Bleach. Lysol. Vinegar and water, which has always been your favorite go-to cleanser – ”

    “Because it works.” Ieyasu said, defensive.

    “ – and just the barest hints of spring onions.” Mitsuhide nodded. “You’ve been busy.”

    “This place doesn’t run itself you know, despite the gossip. And I wanted the tiles spotless.”

     Mitsuhide scanned the dining area. “They are. And I promise they’ll remain that way. My guests are sober.”

    Ieyasu almost laughed. “For once.”

    Mitsuhide’s grin widened and Ieyasu saw a flash of amusement again, flecks of gold glinting in Mitsuhide’s eyes.

Ieyasu shook his head. Best to leave Mitsuhide to his own methods. “New recruits, then?”

    “Freshest new faces for the Academy.”

    “What do they need?”

“The usual concoctions against most urban spirits. Except for the underground train.”

Ieyasu hummed in thought, checking his mental list of common ingredients. “We don’t have much broth left. You’ll have to make do with plain soba.”

“It’s more than enough. This isn’t a fieldtrip.” Mitsuhide paused for a heartbeat. “At least. Not yet.”

    “I shudder at the thought.”

    “Ahh. You’re the only one who hasn’t helped me conduct one. A shame, really. Field trips are always fun.”

    “No, not really.” Ieyasu said, a vague memory of Masamune complaining about them for three days straight crept into his mind. “How many, then?”

    “Six people. I won’t be eating much.”

    Ieyasu decided recoiling at the number would only delight Mitsuhide so instead he pointed towards the right corner, as far from the open kitchen as the space would allow. “No spills. Anyone who does licks it off the floor.”

    “Duly noted.”

    “And they have to wait.” Ieyasu added, tightening his blue apron. “I have to make the noodles first.”

    “They will.” Mitsuhide nodded.

    “Help yourself with the appetizers. You know where to find them.” Ieyasu turned away and saw six bodies shuffle into the restaurant from the corner of his eye, each one grimacing as they sensed the magical barriers scanning them for any immediate threats. Their tense posture only became stiffer, as they were reminded that this was no an ordinary restaurant, and Mitsuhide no ordinary teacher.

    Ieyasu went into the walk-in pantry then shuffled back into the kitchen with an armful of ingredients for the soba. Mitsuhide’s group was duly seated at the far end,occupying four sofas and behaving as he had promised. Most of them were nibbling on what looked like nuts and some deep fried anchovies. Satisfied they would continue to sit quietly, Ieyasu set down the ingredients, mentally calculated how much he would need for six (and a half) servings and set to work.

    Making soba noodles was easy enough. Making soba noodles to ward against common city specters was not even a fraction more difficult. Flour. Water. Room temperature set at just the right degree for the early summer night. A gigantic dry board. A large bowl. An equally large soba knife. The stillness of the air around him. A single happy thought. And the space to perform.

    Well, not for a fancy performance really, but when he was making this particular soba, it needed to be quick. No distractions. The main ingredient was after all abstract so he had to hold on to that happy thought for as long as he could. Unlike Masamune and Hideyoshi, who cooked with their mouths running ahead of them without batting an eye, Ieyasu needed to concentrate.

    The first time he had tried to make soba – and just ordinary, non-magical soba at that – it had taken him five minutes too long, what with Masamune breathing down his neck and him in turn trying his best to make sure Mitsunari was not spilling anything at the customers. As a result, the noodles had broken in his hands like dust.

    So maybe not exactly like dust. But he had been truly horrified at how easily the dough tore in his hands. How none of the noodles wanted to stay in place. It was a disaster. And it took him two hundred bowls before he got it right.

    Now, after all these years working on improving his technique, making soba was as natural as breathing. He was far from becoming a master, too many variants and too little time to practice them all, but he could make a batch for twelve under ten minutes.

    Ieyasu held on to that sense of accomplishment, stretched it in his mind, molded it into something tangible and real. He added in a punch of pride in being able to do it all with his eyes closed, with just his instincts guiding him through the process.

    It’s been said that it was better to make soba that way, without eyes and simply relying on your arms, hands, and each ten fingers. Until Ieyasu needed to make sure he was shaping the dough into a sensible square. That one he needed to see with all his available senses.

    Ieyasu opened his eyes to do just that and was shocked to find Mitsuhide’s group had gathered in front of him, eyes wide and half-mesmerized. Ieyasu fought the urge to balk under their stare and instead glared at Mitsuhide who had remained seated in his spot at the far corner.

    “I didn’t know I was part of the curriculum tonight.” Ieyasu bristled, taking the soba knife andvmaking pointed chopping noises. He should not let Mitsuhide notice that the students frazzled him. “You said they only wanted to eat.”

    “They do.” Mitsuhide answered.

    “We do.” The tallest female replied almost simultaneously. Ieyasu glared at her from behind the glass and she flinched. “We also begged Sensei Mitsuhide to let us see you work.”

    “Is that right.” Ieyasu’s tone dripped with irritation and sarcasm. He did not believe her and he returned to glaring at Mitsuhide.

    “It’s true.” Another piped. And as if emboldened, the group murmured various loud assents. Yes, they all wanted to go to Sensei Mitsuhide’s friends’ restaurant and yes they did hear about their group in the Academy and they just had to see it for their own eyes.

    Three of them got ahead of themselves to comment that they have never in their entire lived lives saw someone like Ieyasu cook and was it not fascinating the way he mixed the flour with water and how –

    Ieyasu did not want to hear the rest of that sentence and made the last cut on the dough with an exaggerated thwack. The noodles looked oddly misshapen. Ieyasu decided Mitsuhide can have those.

     None of the students however seemed to have gotten the point that came with the sound of a large sharp knife being smacked against a hardboard and continued chatting amongst themselves now, their earlier discreetness all but forgotten, their voices seemingly reaching higher pitches by the second.

    Ieyasu turned his back to them and began the mechanical act of boiling the noodles, then dumping them into cold water. He should have known better that Mitsuhide’s tell was always the gold in his eyes, he should have known better that his students would somehow take after him. Even if they were fresh recruits.

    By the time he turned around again to begin plating, all six students had seated themselves at the bar, eager to eat.

    He did not like the attention. He also did not like how all of them stared at him as if he had somehow done magic while he was cooking. That was Masamune’s domain. Not his. There was no magic when he cooked.

    Only memory. Only reflex honed by years and years of experience. It was mostly science and measurements and knowing which ingredients went with what to achieve an end. There was nothing magical about that.

    Ieyasu was about to shoo them back into their respective seats when a hand shot up, surprising him and forcing him to take half a step back. Mitsuhide snickered in his corner. Ieyasu gritted his teeth.

    “What?” He spat, but even his coldest tone could do little to dissuade their eagerness to learn.

    “Do you cook with magic?”

    Ieyasu scoffed,feigned insult as he pushed the plates towards them. No one seemed to dare eat without him answering their question first and he urged them with a wave of their hands.

    Six mouths quickly went to work, gobbling up the food. Mitsuhide made an elaborate show of nibbling his noodles and made no effort to explain in Ieyasu’s place.

    Ieyasu clicked his tongue, wondered for a brief moment how much they knew and what he did not have to say. “Of course not. If your Sensei hadn’t already told you, my area of expertise are potions and wards.”

    Another hand. And Ieyasu closed his eyes to calm himself down. Another girl, this time with brighter, sharper eyes.

    “This is not a class and I am not your teacher.” Ieyasu said. “Yours the last question I’m entertaining tonight.”

    Disappointed groans answered him. Ieyasu ignored the guilty squeeze in his gut.

    The girl hesitated but eventually pushed through. “How do you do it then?”

    Ieyasu gave her a pointed look. Maybe his expectations of Mitsuhide’s students was a bit too much. They had obviously not learned subtlety. Yet.  “It’s a very important trade secret.”

    Six bodies inched closer to hear. None stopping to pause in eating.

“The fascinating and equally tedious but exacting art of boiling your ingredients with potions and letting them simmer for forty minutes.”

A collective gasp. More fascinated than put-off by sarcasm, and seven pairs of eyes went to look at Mitsuhide, whose eyes were fully glittering golden now.

At least one of them was enjoying this.

    “What did you tell them?” Ieyasu asked.

    “That they’d be seeing an old Sensei at work.”

    Ieyasu felt his brows meet in the middle now. He was about to point out in all seriousness that the Sensei they should really make their way out to see was Masamune when he was cooking. Masamune could only be sautéing vegetables and it would look as if he weaved fireworks.

    But before Ieyasu could, all of a sudden, the kitchen too bright for Ieyasu’s eyes, the air too hot for his lungs to take.

    He felt his knees buckle.

    “Ieyasu….?”

And then the world turned black.

+

It felt like fighting through the ocean current.

Ieyasu’s arms and legs were heavy with effort as he pushed through the darkness, as if the black around him had weight and was coiling and recoiling and pushing him back.

“Do you understand, Ieyasu?”

    And Ieyasu felt himself pulled from the darkness and suddenly, he was standing across Nobunaga from their tiny bonfire. “Whatever you do, do not look back.”

    Ieyasu shook his head then focused again on Nobunaga, who shimmered and seemed to fade in and out of his vision. Nobunaga was staring at something behind him, his eXpression clouded over like he was trying hard not to show that he was frightened or cowered by whatever it was that was standing behind Ieyasu and whispering in his ears and he needed to move, he needed to protect himself, he needed –

    Ieyasu wrapped his arms around himself, bracing himself against the crashing waves inside his chest. He opened his mouth, wanted to vomit but nothing could come out.

    Nobunaga did not react. Or maybe he did but Ieyasu found it hard to hold on to Nobunaga’s image; frozen one moment, flickering the next, like the static of a light bulb.

    Ieyasu ground his teeth. “I’m tired. I’m so tired.”

    “I know.” Nobunaga replied but his voice was a hundred miles away.

    “I’m sorry,Nobunaga. I wish I was stronger. I wish I was better.”

    The darkness was already at the corners of Ieyasu’s vision and whichever way Ieyasu turned his head, something was skittering just out of sight and he could not help but feel the years of fighting, of running, of trying their best to finish what they started.

    “Until we find her again, this will be way things are.” Nobunaga was suddenly in front of him. He was suddenly very real and very there, solid and imposing and powerful and poised with knife to Ieyasu’s hest.

    Ieyasu wanted to run, wanted to get away, but somehow Nobunaga had grabbed his arm and wasn’t letting go –

    No. Ieyasu was the one not letting the knife go.

     “Start over. Live again. Find us. Remember.”  Nobunaga leaned forward, the knife pressed to his skin and it felt like a dozen hot iron rods. “You have to remember, Ieyasu! That’s the only way we can find out!”

[thisisnoticecreamthisisbutter]

Dusk Til Dawn

AU - Vampire & Werewolf High School

Name - Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (ชิตพล ลี้ชัยพรกุล) / Ten

Open/Closed - Closed

Closed To - @taetaeloli

Location - Suncheon High School, Seoul, South Korea

Time - 7:30 a.m.

~

A dark haired male fiddled absentmindedly with the silver ring that sat innocently on his middle finger, his eyes trained on the piece of metal. On the ring there was crest; the foreign teenager’s family crest to be exact. It displayed to others, who he belonged to, which happened to be the Leechaiyapornkul family. Said family was a well known vampire family in Bangkok, Thailand.

Yes, vampires. It wasn’t the stereotypical kind of vampires either. They weren’t grotesque. They are capable of consuming food, especially garlic. They definitely do not sleep in coffins nor live in dark, damp places like dungeons or basements or whatever comes to a human’s mind. Vampires are also still alive. Their heart still beats in their chest, pumps blood throughout their body. They are beautiful and elegant in appearance and some are also beautiful in personality since there are plenty of horrid ones in the species. Vampires do possess the stereotypical capabilities: enhanced strength, speed and senses. They even have the stereotypical glowing crimson colored eyes. Vampires can never avoid the effects of vervain, which can weaken a vampire to the point where the vampire’s healing capabilities are slowed. Coming in physical contact with vervain can even burn the vampire. While he along with vampires can’t protect themselves against vervain, they are capable of protecting themselves from sunlight. They can go out in the sunlight albeit with the help of a sunlight ring, which was created by witches to prevent vampires from suffering damage from the harsh sun. The ring that was on the teenager’s finger was exactly that. It was a ring spelled by a witch to protect it’s bearer from being burnt to a crisp under the harsh rays of the sun. The young vampire’s ring was spelled by a popular and powerful witch from Thailand by the request of his now deceased parents.

The vampire’s gaze drifted away from his family ring before peering out of the car window, curiously. He’s never been here before. Well- he’s never been to this country in his life. He has always lived in Thailand in the city of Bangkok. He never really expected that he would find himself in South Korea by himself. He always expected that he would be in a different country with his mother, father and little sister, but nope. He was by himself in a foreign country. Ten would usually be nervous or feeling completely uneasy and on edge, but he was still in contact with two of his childhood friends. Both of them had moved to South Korea a couple of years ago because of family reasons. It was rather lonely not having anyone to spend time with, but settled on focusing his energy on his studies, which landed him here in South Korea. Ten was accepted into Suncheon High School due to his grades, which he had his previous school send them to schools in Seoul. He received multiple acceptance letters, but the declined all but one since he remembered two of his friends attended school there. That’s the main reason why Ten chose this high school. There’s also the fact that the school allows vampires, werewolves and surprisingly humans into the school. This would be the first time he’s been to a school that allows all three species. Usually there are only vampires allowed or only werewolves or only humans allowed with the occasional vampires and werewolves only schools. That’s what he and his friends attended, the co-species schools since his two friends were two different species. One of them was a werewolf while the other was a vampire just like him.

Ten began tapping his foot against the floor of the car as his nerves began to get a hop of him. Ahhhh~ He wanted to hurry up and get at the school. He wanted to see his friends again. He missed hanging out with Lisa and BamBam, going shopping, heading to a karaoke room, getting food, roaming around in the park or doing whatever. The vampire visibly perked up when his driver told him that they would be arriving at their destination meaning the school. A bright and adorable smile appeared on his face while the vampire moved in the back seat to get a better look at his school. It was a pretty huge school and it made the teenager’s eyes sparkle from how it looks. It looked better and a lot more impressive than his old school in his opinion.

Once the car stopped, Ten eagerly got out of the car with his backpack in hand while telling his driver his thanks before closing the door behind him. He slipped his backpack on with a smile on his face before turning around, waving goodbye to his driver. He stopped waving when he lost sight of the car before shifting his attention back to the school building.The vampire fiddled with the ring on his finger for a moment or two before moving towards the building and past the school gates with a slight bounce in his step. He couldn’t help but be excited, but he kept his cool and refrained from showing how eager he was. Ten found himself tugging on the black sleeve of the uniform jacket he wore when he neared the school and his nerves were getting to him.

The vampire pushed the door open and walked into the building already feeling lost. He silently looked around, his eyes scanning anything that  would help point him to the office so he could get his name tag and class schedule. Ten was mentally translating the korean words he saw into his own language. When he spotted a sign that pointed him in the right direction, he obediently followed where it was telling him to go and it didn’t take long for him to arrive at the faculty office. He went straight to the receptionist that sat behind the desk before going through the whole mess of getting his class schedule and name tag and that mess in general. (Poor writer of this mess is getting so tired of it so fast). The vampire had zoned out while he was pinning his name tag to his jacket before entirely zoning the adult even further when he realized that she was still talking. The only time he snapped out of it was when he heard her ask him if he understood what she was talking about. Ten immediately and sweetly smiled at her while obviously saying that he did understand before she ushered him away so he could find his first class.

Ten didn’t mind. He wanted to hurry up and get to his first class and meet up with his old friends and explore the school in general. That’s more or less why he tuned the woman out. He didn’t want time to drag on longer than it should. He wanted to speed things up and if that meant ignoring the woman then sure, why not. The vampire gazed at the piece of paper in his hand, blankly staring at the first time slot as he slowly processed where the hell he was suppose to go. Sure he could have asked someone for help, but he didn’t really want to bother anyone especially when everyone looked busy and he wanted to find his classroom by himself anyway.

Ten attempted to figure out where he was going and he thought he had it when he found himself in front of a classroom door. He glanced down at the paper then at the nameplate by the door. It had the same last name and first initial of the teacher who was suppose to be his teacher…so that means that this is the right classroom. Ten didn’t even notice the room number. He just kind of ignored it; his eyes skimmed right over it and shrugged it off as unimportant. Wrong move on his end in all honesty. If he did bother to look then he’d realize that this was the wrong classroom. Since he didn’t bother looking well… he just walked right on in.

First thing he noticed was that everyone in the room so far was a werewolf. Second thing he noticed was that the second he walked in there were immediately looking at him as if he kicked their pet or something. It was unnerving, but this was his classroom so the vampire went further into the classroom. He didn’t know where he wanted to sit. His eyes scanned the room before spotting an empty seat beside a wolf that wasn’t paying him any attention. So he made up his mind to side to sit by that wolf. Ten went straight to the wolf. The closer he got the more aware he was about the wolf’s appearance. Obviously the wolf chose to not wear the uniform jacket and he was barely wearing the uniform like how it should be. His hair was bleached and dyed to rather shocking and surprising shade of white. It wasn’t bad. In fact, it made the wolf look hella good in his opinion. It complimented the wolf’s skin tone and his overall aura.

Ten gently grasped the back of the chair before pulling it back so he would have enough room to be able to sit down in the chair. The vampire shrugged off his backpack, setting it on the ground before sitting down in the pulled out chair. The vampire wasn’t entirely oblivious. He could sense the tension in the room and it made the vampire anxious and jittery. So to distract himself from all the eyes focused on him, Ten set his attention to the werewolf that has yet to show any signs of hostility towards him. ”Good morning. My name is Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul. I just transferred here from Thailand so my name might be a bit of a mouthful so call me Ten. What’s your name?” The vampire chirped with a sweet and adorable smile on his face, easily ignoring the others in the room. He wanted to befriend this wolf mostly because he has yet to get a negative response from him just by walking into the room. It’s weird. At his old school - schools - no one get glared at for walking into a classroom. Although mostly everyone in the classroom so far is a wolf. Maybe they’re mad since he intruded in their “territory” maybe? Ah… He didn’t know and he wouldn’t catch onto the reason why they’re so fucking salty until someone tells him that there was a whole werewolf vs vampire shit happening in the school. Of course Ten wouldn’t understand the purpose of the whole thing and call it out on being a load of stupid bullshit in a very loud voice and in a less colorful way straight in that person’s face. He didn’t get it. He didn’t see the point so he would just call all of those people idiots. Sure he had that kind of stuff at his old school, but it was just competitive fun unless they legit hated someone then that’s an entirely different story.

[thanksforthedinosaur]

june 2022

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[writing-in-the-impala]

Buttercup

Summary: You meet Rob at a wedding and instantly there’s a connection.

Prompt: How I met your mother au sort of I don’t know I had an idea haha

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: Teasing, fluff

Word Count: 2280

(not my gif I found it on google)

You were sitting at the bridesmaid’s table at a wedding of people you didn’t know. You were invited because you baked the cake. But it was nice.  Throughout the night loads of sleazy guys looking for a one-night stand walked up, and you just blew them off. Then a different guy came up to you who was a bit older then you, he had the most amazing blue eyes. You began talking and started really hitting it off. “You know, I should tell you, I have a rule. I never hook up at weddings.” You said to him as you sat together at the table next to each other.

“I’m guessing you haven’t always had this rule.” He replied with a smile.

“Well, here’s the thing.” You started taking a deep breath. “Those big, romantic moments, they’re great when they happen, but they’re not real.”

“Exactly. Exactly, like, like just now, when I saw you dancing out there, I’m not gonna lie to you, big time thunderbolt.” He said shyly.

“You should see me tap dance. You’d be down on bended knee.” You joked and he chuckled.

“Sadly, not out of character.” He replied making you giggle and wonder about who he is. “But, I know now, it’s just a mirage.”

“Wedding goggles.” You gave it a name.

“Exactly. And that, in a nutshell, is why I’m not putting the moves on you.”

“This isn’t the moves?” You questioned.

“What, you, you think this is the moves? Believe me, you’d know the moves. P-People 10 tables away would know the moves.” He said slightly stuttering and looking cute in the process.

“That’s too bad.” You said shyly.

“Tell me about it.” He said looking away and taking a drink of his beer.

“You know, I think I have a solution.”

“Interested.” He said looking back at you.

“And to preface this, we’re not gonna sleep together tonight.”

“Less interested.” He said making you laugh. “Go ahead.” He pushed you to continue.

“Okay. So, the thing that always screws it up is the next day. Right? So, why don’t we just cut that part out? “

"W-what are you saying?”

“I’m saying, I’m here, you’re here. This is a big, romantic wedding. Why don’t we just dance and have a great time? And then when it’s over, never see each other again.” You explained.

“Unless…”

“No, no unless. No emails, no phone numbers, no social media, not even names. Tonight, we will make a memory that will never be tarnished. And then, when we’re old and grey, we’ll look back on this night, and it’ll be perfect.”

“Wow.” He said in awe. “Okay, I’m in.”

“Okay. I guess What, we’ll need fake names? You can call me Buttercup.”

“Pleased to meet you, Buttercup. I’m Lando Calrissian.” You laughed and admired the fact he used a name from Star Wars.

“Wow, this is kind of exciting. Our names will forever be shrouded in-” Lando began before another man walked up to Lando.

“Rob, Robbie, Robbo, look. I got a bridesmaid. Rob, look. Look, Rob. The second hottest bridesmaid! Rob, look.” The guy said pointing at the bridesmaid. “See you, Rob.” The man said walking away with the girl.

“So, I’m Rob.” He said face palming and laughing as you giggled.

“Y/N. But no last names.”

“No last names.” He agreed.

“OK, ground rules have been established.” You said with a smile excited at what the night holds ahead of you and Rob.

“Mm-hm. Now let’s see some of these moves I’ve heard so much about.” Rob said before getting up, grabbing a bottle of Champagne and two glasses and coming back over to you taking your hand in his and lead you out of the reception area.

“Wait wait wait wait wait.” You said as the two of you slowed down and stopped by the cake table. “Let’s do all the single ladies in this joint a big favour and steal the bouquet.” You said earning a large smile from Rob.

“Yes, but we’ll need a diversion.” He said grabbing utensil from a nearby table and starting to clink his glass with it. “Kiss.” He started chanting as other people at the wedding began to clink their glass chanting “kiss, kiss…”, You grabbed the bouquet and you and Rob rushed out of the reception room as Rob quickly said “Go. Go, go, go.” While both of you laughed.

You entered a smaller ball room with a piano. Rob played the piano and you tap-danced as promised. “Very nice.” He said with a smile.

“Yeah?” You sat down on the piano bench next to Rob. “Okay, I don’t really know how to tap-dance.” You admitted.

“I couldn’t really tell.” He replied and both of you laugh.

“Well, it’s too bad you’re not gonna get some tonight.” Rob said alcohol giving him confidence.

“Oh, if I wanted some, I could get some.” You said sassily.

“No, you couldn’t.”

“You’re a dude. I could totally… ”

“ Totally get some.” He finished your sentence. You and Rob looked at each other, Rob started to lean on towards you.

“We’re not gonna kiss tonight.” You said and Rob pouted while pounding the deep keys on the piano. “If we kiss, all of this becomes real. You, you might use too much tongue, or not use enough and then suddenly, poof, spell’s broken.”

“ I- I- I- I will use exactly the right amount of tongue.” Rob said looking at the keys.

“Okay, how about this? The best part of any first-kiss is the lead-up to it, the moment right before the lips touch. It’s like a big drumroll. So, how about, tonight, we just stick with the drumroll.”

“Okay.”

“But we can’t kiss.” You pointed out.

“Okay.” You and Rob began to mess around on the piano just having an enjoyable time together after a while of playing the piano mostly him playing it as he was quite talented in your opinion.

The two of you returned to the reception hall to find that everyone already left. “Whoa. Guess we were gone a while.” Rob said.

“Well, that’s too bad. I was looking forward to one last dance.” You pouted. Rob saw a little boom box on the table and turned it on, walking back up to you and giving you a hand which you took a hold of and he pulled you on closer to you as began swaying towards the music. You silently admired him trying not to but he was extremely good looking.

“Why yes, I am. Sorry, I could tell what you were just thinking.” Rob said and you raised your head from his chest to look at him.

“Wow, what was I thinking?”

“Damn, he’s looking mighty fine in that tux. ” He said making you giggle slightly.

“You got me, you are good.”

“You know, I don’t look like this every day. On a real weekend, the real Rob wears a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt with bleach stains on it and a pair of knackered converse.” Rob said looking down at you as you looked up at him.

“The real Rob sounds real sexy. It’s too bad I’ll never get to see it.” You said biting your lip. The two of you leaned in to kiss before both of you pulled away. But still holding each other close in each other’s arms swaying slightly.

“Tell me your last name.” Rob said quietly and you shook your head. “You know, there’s one little flaw in our plan.”

“What’s that?” You questioned.

“I’m going to go home tonight with a lot of great memories and one really sucky memory: the memory of you walking out that door.” You let go of Rob and pulled away from him.

“Hey, Rob.”

“Yeah?”

“Close your eyes, and count to five.” Rob closed his eyes. “One,”

You looked at him one last time in awe, yes, he was older than you but…

“ two, ”

…But he was adorable, cute, attractive and funny.

“three,”

You walked away from Rob.

“four,”

You looked back one last time before leaving.

“five.” Rob said opening his eyes to see that you aren’t there anymore a frown appearing on his face.

You woke up with fond memories of last night, you wished to see Rob again, it was perfect. Maybe you could contact the people whose wedding it was and find out Rob’s number or something, no you couldn’t, it was all fake, wedding goggles.

You went to work at your bakery, you took last night off to go to the wedding for which you baked the cake earning yourself to get invited. You got to work and spent most of the day thinking about Rob and last night with him, it was truly amazing you wished that you could see him again but you knew it wouldn’t happen.

Later that day a woman walked in who you recognized from somewhere. “Hello.” You greeted her as she looked around. “Hi.” She replied with a smile. “How may I help you?” You asked as she looked at the delicacies. “Umm can I have that chocolate cake?” She asked pointing at a cake you literally just finished.

“Sure, thing how many slices?” You asked.

“Oh, the whole cake it’s for me and my friends.” She explained.

“Oh right, of course, hey I know this is a weird question but are you umm Kim Rhodes from suite life of Zack and Cody?” You asked and she smiled.

“Yeah I am.” She smiled.

“That’s awesome I grew up with that show.” You said as you boxed up the cake giving it to her.

“That will be $10.” You said and she handed you the money.

“Thank you have a lovely day.” She said picking up the cake.

“Like wise.” You said.

Rob’s P.O.V Rob was sitting on the couch in the green room yawning, he had to miss karaoke because of his friend’s wedding but he didn’t complain it or allowed him to meet you, and that was an amazing night.

“Robbo how was the wedding last night?” Rich asked sitting down next to his best friend and Briana.

“It was the most amazing night ever.” Rob said.

“What happened? Or should I say who did you sleep with?” Rich said with a sly smile.

“Well I met this girl, Y/N and we started talking and she was kind, funny, cute all of those things and then after a while we left the reception area went to a room with a piano played it and then we nearly kissed but basically she had a rule of no hook ups at weddings.” Rob was explaining before Rich interrupted. “So, you just kissed.”

“No, I- I well the rule was we just have fun, but nothing except a one night, one amazing night thing, no surnames, no phone numbers no anything, and the kiss well just the drumroll just the lead up to the kiss.”

“A drumroll? That’s it. So, what, you just said good-night, came home, and performed a drum solo? ” Rich said face palming.

“Oh, Rob, you’re such a door. I mean, this girl sounds amazing. ” Briana said. “She was completely amazing. She was amazing and funny and we connected on every level. And, I’m never gonna see her again.” Rob said looking down at the bottle of water he was holding and picking at the peel of the bottle before suddenly looking up. “Dammit, I have to see her again.”

“Yes.” Both Rich and Briana agreed.

“ So, let’s get to work, man. What else do you know about her?” Rich said as Rob quickly thought.

“Nothing. Her name’s Y/N, that’s all I got.” He said as Kim walked in.

“I have cake!” Kim shouted walking in to the green room.

“Well we know she’s not a supernatural fan because she would’ve known who you are. Let’s eat some cake and then think about this later.” Rich said.

Everyone began eating a slice each of this cake and it was amazing. After everyone had to go back to work so Rob and Rich couldn’t talk anymore about this girl. At dinner, the conversation came back up. “Rob, you need to find her!” Jared said from across the table.

“How?” Rob said defeated.

“Who knows? Just try! For example, earlier today I had the best cake of my life. You think I’m gonna let that cake out of my life? Hell, no. I’m gonna find out what bakery made that cake and then I’m gonna get some more cake.” Jared said to Rob.

“Wow that cake really got to you.” Rob said with a small chuckle.

“Yeah, Kim where did you get that cake?” Jared asked.

“Buttercup bakery, it’s a nice small place down the street from the con.”

“Buttercup…” Rob muttered to himself before standing up.

“What are you doing Rob?” Rich asked.

“She- I think I know how to find Y/N, I’ll be back.” Rob said leaving and getting a cab to buttercup bakery.

Your P.O.V You were icing the last few cupcakes that were at front, all your concentration on the cupcakes when you heard the little bell above the door ring indicating that someone walked in you turned around to see Rob. “Oh, thank god.” Escaped your lips as he walked up to you and kissed you and you kissed back. The two of you finally sharing the kiss you’ve been waiting for. And it was perfect Rob did use the perfect amount of tongue.

A/N: I tried anyway what do you guys think? should I write other Rob stuff?