#flip flop account for my oc

[theclassclone]

FlipFlop Accounts

Canon Accounts:

Abe Lincoln: InACentAbe_1776 JFK: firechillbro Christopher Columbus/Topher Bus: (1) TopHer69 (2) top-her69 Confucius: (1) ConfuciusSayzz421 (2) definitelyahotguy69 Elizabeth Cady Stanton: LizzieStanton1815 Amelia Earheart: EarheartThisParty_32 George Custer: xX_KernalKustard_Xx Aunt Linda (Confucius): (1) AuntLinda27 (2) AuntyLinda1961 (3) AuntyLindy1961 Foster Mother (Confucius): MrsMommaFucius Pete Davidson: FeetDavidson6969 Georgia O'Keeffe: G03RGIA_0QU33F Unknown 1 (Lasagna Woman): Lasagna_GRL Unknown 2: xXDaisy_Muir_1222Xx Unknown 3: OfficialStateAutoInsurance Unknown 4: zzZZMartha_MeatballZZzz Unknown 5: mycousinbrianna

The Genetic Puzzle Accounts:

CJ Scudworth: (1) test-tub-villain (2) evilmadscientist (3) InvaderNam Frida Kahlo: Harriet Tubman: Joan D'Arc: JoanofArc Cleopatra Smith: Cleopatra Cinnamon J. Scudworth: (1) Cinnamon_Scudworth (2) TheOGEvilMadScientist (3) Principal_Membrane Mr. Butlertron: (1) xX_Lynn_Xx (2) MrButlertron (3) MrBesleysNeighborhood Marie Curie: Vincent Van Gogh: livingin-a-Gogh-ny Julius Caeser: George Washington Carver: Peany: Gengis Khan: Jesus Cristo: Joan Ponce De Leon: (1) Ponce_DeLeon (2) JPDeLeon Mohandas Gandhi: Sacagawea: Sigmund Freud: Paul Revere:

[quibbs126]

Hiii, you still making fanchilds?? I just wanted to ask you if you could draw the fanchild of Cinnamon cookie and my oc (From my secondary account) Blackberry tart?? Here is a drawing of him

Sorry it took a while, but here we are, this is Cinnamon Tart Cookie

So Cinnamon Tart here is a circus performer, I think a harlequin? They know magic, and probably use it in their performances. They could have probably been a skilled wizard, but they chose the performer lifestyle

(I’m gonna be honest, I never figured out their gender, so nonbinary it is)

As seen by the sketch, they curl their hair, though it’s naturally straight. Not only that, but the cheek marks are makeup. There’s probably also a difference in how they act on stage and in real life, but I don’t really know. They’re probably more whimsical on stage

They also have a performing partner. I don’t know who, they’re probably not another fankid, but they likely have a contrasting color palette of orange outfit and purple hair. They’re pretty close, even outside of work

Sorry I don’t really have much in terms of their personality, just the vibe

I don’t entirely remember where the name came from, since I came up with it months ago, but I’m pretty sure I based them off of apple cinnamon tarts. I think it was just trying to combine cinnamon with tarts, but it works

Apple cinnamon tarts:

So the reason Cinnamon Tart has all those round parts is because of the patterns on the tarts when I looked them up, and I wanted to incorporate that. They are supposed to have apple in their dough

I wonder if their colors are too gaudy, but at the same time, they’re a circus performer, so I guess it makes sense

I also wonder if they look not enough like either parent, though which one keeps flip flopping. Maybe because of that, it’s fine, but I’m not sure

Also I thought Blackberry Tart had a beauty mark, hence why I gave Cinnamon Tart one, but now I see he doesn’t, so oh well

And I don’t remember much else, so I guess I’ll end it here. Sorry the description’s a bit sparse. I didn’t have much of a thought process, just vibes, but I think they turned out good

Well in any case, you like them!

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

A Quiet Love

A Gale x OC fic for the amazing @frostfall-matches as thanks for the many matchups via my main account @shadow-wolf-03, hope you enjoy!

Apologies to my fellow Astarion lovers this is a Gale fic don't worry though the next one is an Astarion fic

Raven never thought that one day, her favourite scent would become the smell of old dusty library books, but here she was, reveling in the scent of her lover, who smelt exactly like old dusty library books.

He had his left arm around her waist, holding her close as he held a book in his right hand. A mage hand hovered above the book, ready to flip the pages. His long brown hair tickled her cheek whenever he shifted, earning little giggles every now and then.

His dark brown gaze always remained fixed on the letters scrawled upon the pages, but the gentle stroking of his thumb upon her waist let her know he was still paying attention to her. She rested her hand on his, leaning against his chest to listen to the rhythmic thrumming of his heartbeat as she tried to keep up with Gale's reading speed. Her body, however, had other plans. Her eyelids kept trying to shutter close and her head kept drooping on occasion, much to Gale's concern.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to sleep, my heart? You seem very tired." His deep husky voice flowed like a melody to her ears. "You don't have to stay up with me."

"No, I'm fi—" A yawn cut her off and she shook her head vigorously. "I'm fine."

"It doesn't seem that way to me." Gale set the book down after bookmarking it and gently pushed her towards their shared bed. She reluctantly obliged, another yawn taking her over as she flopped onto the bed face first, causing her to nearly eat the sheets. Gale slipped into the sheets shortly after, pressing a quick kiss to her temple before pulling her back into his embrace, nuzzling into her silvery hair.

She burrowed into his chest, feeling its gentle rise and fall with each breath he took, a reminder that he was still alive, that he still had a future ahead of him, that he had chosen to share this future with her. The orb no longer hummed like it used to before Mystra sealed it away, but the scars remained, a permanent mark of his former hubris.

Gale's fingers gently carded through her hair, his legs tangled with hers as he cuddled her like there was no tomorrow. Raven smiled, fingers tracing along the length of his arm as she let the sound of his heartbeat gently lull her to sleep. She could feel his lips ghost over the top of her head and he whispered something she couldn't quite make out.

"Hrm?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes. Gale only chuckled softly, then snapped his fingers to reveal a starry night sky hanging above them. She knew it was only an illusion, but the sight still mesmerised her.

The stars twinkled just like the real ones and suddenly Raven was back on the road with her companions, camping just outside the city of Baldur's Gate. She'd been lying next to Gale, not too dissimilar to what she was doing right now, but back then, the thought of blowing himself up to destroy the brain was still very much present in Gale's mind.

She remembered the argument that had broken out between them that night, with him wanting to sacrifice himself and her wanting him to not do that. She couldn't understand why he couldn't see how much everyone needed him, her most of all even if she refused to admit it, and that no one wanted him to blow himself up just to save the city.

"You don't need to blow yourself up to destroy the brain. It's such a foolish sacrifice for a problem that can be solved in other ways."

"But what if there's no other way?"

"We will find a way. I promise you that."

She'd refused to lose someone so precious to her, refused to let him see himself as a tool, and refused to let him be used like one. That night was the first time she had uttered the words 'I love you' and it had stolen her breath away, her heart thundering in her chest as she waited anxiously for Gale's response.

He'd been just as taken aback, fumbling for words to say as his face flushed in embarrassment, and settled for returning the favour. His 'I love you' hadn't come out as smoothly as hers did, but that didn't mean it had any less weight. Those words washed away all her fears, giving way to relief and joy that he truly felt the same way.

She'd never yearned for someone before, not until she stumbled upon a magic hole in a rock that contained possibly the most awkward wizard she had ever met and said wizard had somehow made his way past her apathy, revealing the young mischievous soul that lay within.

Raven slipped her hand into his, feeling the way his larger warm hand wrapped around her smaller one. He pressed another kiss to the top of her head and tucked her hair behind her ears, looking at her with such awe it made her a little embarrassed.

"Aren't you glad you didn't blow yourself up to kill the Netherbrain? We wouldn't be able to have this moment if you did." She teased him lightly, giving his chest a poke.

"I'm glad about more than just that." Gale took her hand, placing it over his heart. "I'm glad to have met you, to have travelled with you, to be the one to whom you've given your heart to. I am honoured, to be the recipient of your love and I will do all I can to return the favour."

"You already have." Raven murmured. She didn't know why she was feeling so sentimental tonight, maybe it was the way the illusion reminded her of the not too distant past when she learnt to fall in love, to open up her heart. Or maybe it was the way Gale was lookng at her, his eyes filled with such adoration and love.

He smiled widely at her response, with what seems to be a look of relief in his gaze and connects his lips with hers. She leaned in, kissing him deeper and closes her eyes, relishing in the moment. She felt his hand on the back of her head, pulling her close until they both run out of breath and part.

"I love you." His words are soft, breathed out, and full of genuine love.

"I love you too." Her words are gentle, carefully chosen and filled with unspoken emotion.

As the two allowed sleep to claim them, the night sky illusion slowly faded, but their quiet love continued to burn bright.

[safety-writes-noms]

Hello first of all be not concerned by sudden activity I got a new account second I am confused about Callisto is he adopted because it seems implied that olliver isn’t a shifter like he is and was very scared when it was revealed or is it just like, an emotional bond like when bros are like “you’re a brother to me” sorry I’m flooding you with asks I just like listening to people talk about their projects uknow? (If you ever need an excuse to finish an old comic hit me up I’m very good at hyping people up)

Hi :D!! To be clear I did mean it as a ‘you’re like a brother to me’ they’re not actually brothers despite them both having blonde hair and dark eyes. Callisto just likes to adopt the features of the people he cares about the most, so sorry that wasn’t very clear in the little blurbs I posted abt them. also speaking of adoption, Callisto is adopted!

Originally I was planning on making them actual brothers but I was also thinking of making Callisto a vampire so :p changed my mind a bit. noms still don't change tho, Oliver doesn't get a very nice welcoming to them in the vamp verse and the shifter verse. It's just that callisto has to pretend to brutally nom his brother to get him away from a different vampire who really does want to kill oliver in the vamp verse.

here’s the intro page draft to the vampire Callisto before I decided to switch up. I felt like a vampire + size shifting could probably translate better it it was just a size shifter. callisto was supposed to a whole lot more mean as a vamp but I scrapped that since I have a different vampire oc. still kinda flip flopping between the two ideas since i like them both equally so I'm open to opinions/ideas

[nress]

I'm not normally an oc poster but it's not my fault I draw these losers 90% of the time

on a separate note, in my 2 month hiatus I kinda flip flopped on where to post my non td art and now I think I might just put everything on one account for simplicity sake, even if I don't post as much td stuff it doesn't mean I'm abandoning it just I'm gonna mix it in with other fandoms yipeee

[maspen15]

let's start my art account off by oc posting >:3 this is joshua, one of my cutest ocs. look at his smile! :3 :3

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first picture: 2 drawings of joshua. joshua is a fat, hairy, and muscular humanoid monster with dark gray skin with green undertones. he has pointy ears, and a short tail. he has yellow cat-like eyes too. his nose, ears, and nipples are pierced. in 1 drawing, he is doing a stretching pose where one arm is over the other, and is wearing a crop top shirt with the number 29 written in blue on the shirt. he is also wearing unbuttoned dark blue jean shorts, and you can see some of his black underwear. in the drawing, joshua is winking and smiling. the other drawing has his one of his hands on his hips, while the other arm is behind his back. he is smiling. joshua is wearing a backwards brown baseball hat, a light gray shirt that says "WARNING CHOKING HAZARD" with an arrow pointing down to his crotch. and he is light blue jeans.

second picture: a full body drawing of joshua stretching with both of his arms behind his head. he is shirtless, and wearing small and tight brown sports shorts, socks, and dark gray sneakers, and a brown backwards baseball hat. he is sweaty, and his face is blushing. both of his eyes are closed, and he is smiling. there are breath clouds coming from him too. beside him, there is written sound effects that read, "ha…ha…". there is a mostly uncolored bust shot doodle of joshua too. he is blushing, sweaty, and saying, "i'm all sweaty now…" while smiling, embarrassed.

third picture: a full body drawing of joshua holding an icecream cone. he is smiling, both eyes are closed, and one of his hands is in his shorts pocket. he is wearing a white tank top that shows off his side boob and nipples, brown cargo shorts, green flip flops, and a green backwards baseball hat. there is a doodle of joshua too. his eyes are open, and his mouth looks like it is in the middle of saying something. there are 2 question marks around him, and he is saying, "oh? you think i'm cute?"

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[duhragonball]

Janwum III Update: 7827

Been a while since I checked in on this front, so let’s pull up a chair, swing it around to sit in it backwards, and discuss the state of this writing project.

Basically, I set out to do a big chunk of the 2023 apocrypha liveblog, and knock out 20,000 words in my fic in the same month.  I had a plan to write 645 words each day, figuring I could liveblog stuff and still have time left over to sneak in the writing.  Also, I keep trying to challenge myself to write consistent daily word goals, and I thought this would be the way to do it. 

But around Day 12 or so I got fed up with switching back and forth, and the GT posts were coming along so well that I decided to shift my focus to just that.  And now I’ve got GT liveblog posts queued up through the end of the Baby Saga, which leaves me just six days to finish the Janwum goal. 

Honestly, I think this worked out for the best, as I now have to average a little over 2k words per day, and I now have a clear shot to do so, where before I was constantly distracting myself with the other thing.  I guess I’m just not much of a multitasker.  Given two jobs with the same deadline, I’ll always try to push as far forward with one as I can go before tackling the other.  Fortunately, I took this into account when I planned the year, but I was just so eager to start the liveblog that I couldn’t wait until after I had written the 20k.  I should have just flip-flopped the order from the start. 

Also, punting a story 645 words at a time is kind of a pain in the ass.  If I’m not feeling it, a small word goal is going to feel just as agonizing as a longer one, and if I am feeling it, I’m just cutting off my own momentum.  I probably should have made sure to reach 10000 before stopping, but I pumped the brakes for a reason and I shouldn’t second-guess it now. 

In any event, critiquing GT has been very instructive for me, as I feel like I have a better handle on what works and what doesn’t in a fictional fight scene.  A big problem I have with writing Demigra is that it’s really unclear what he can and can’t do, and his power level is literally “strong enough to give your OC a hard time, but still lose.” It’s a lot like General Rildo, actually. 

Also, one thing I wasn’t counting on was how rewatching GT has taken me back to 2004-2006, when I first came up with Luffa.  I still remember looking up the “List of Vegetables” article on Wikipedia at my job to pick out her name.  I wanted more out of Dragon Ball, and GT had been such a disappointment that I realized I would have to write my own stuff to get what I wanted, and yet I couldn’t think of a way to continue the canon story that would satisfy me.  So I started thinking about making my own Super Saiyan, and realized the distant past would be a blank slate for me to work with.  And GT’s mishandling of Pan and Bulla had a lot to do with my wanting to make the OC a woman. 

Occasionally, I’ve questioned some of the decisions I’ve made with the fic.  It gets pretty dark and violent in places, but then I rewatch the stale, saccharine hijinks in GT, and I remember how fed up I was with it.  Not everything has to be edgy, but Funimation promoted GT with a lot of grim, ominous ads.  The dub narrator always sounded like he was about to tell local prosecutors how he disposed of the bodies.   But then the anime itself would always be Pan whining about some damn thing, and Goku saying he’s hungry again.  I wanted something with more bite to it, and it’s taken me umpteen years to make it happen, but I’m doing it.

Well, I need to get cracking.  I’ll see you later.

[girlmadeofstarlight]

I hate to say it because Sylvie is my fave, but she came off desperate and so extremely cringe this episode. I have just stopped liking Sylvie this season and it reminds me of when she annoyed me for most of season 9, but at least then, I had hope. This episode actually convinced me to finally stop watching and scrub my socials for purely CF/OC accounts.

Everyone has every right to stop watching a show when it no longer excites them. Especially when you see a show begin to make questionable choices.

Sylvie is still one of my favorite characters in the OC world. My problem is the way the writing is headed this season. I feel like AN has these ideas in her head that don't necessarily translate well on paper. For example, she is convinced that everyone likes OFI storylines, and maybe some people do, but it is so overdone this season. Even when Severide, King of OFI, is no longer on the show we still get another OFI storyline. I'm not even going to touch up on what happened to Gallo last season and how badly they handled his character development.

With Sylvie, the writing has been flip flopping these past few episodes that it is very frustrating to watch. Do I wish they kept her with Matt? Abso-freakin-lutely! Do I wish her storylines focused on her career instead of her romance? A thousand times yes.

But knowing that Jesse is no longer on the show, I was prepared for a moving on storyline but not like this. I'm still mad they didn't give her a proper wallowing period. There is nothing wrong with showing emotion and sadness and she deserved the time to honor her and Matt's love. For this new storyline, I wouldn't have liked it but I would have been okay if they gradually moved slowly into the dating territory after their first coffee date but the writing after that is giving me whiplash. The writers need to figure out what they want and stick with it. In my opinion, Sylvie shouldn't be the one to do the chasing, she should be pursued because she deserves it. She needs to say, I'm 'a freakin eleven' and I deserve nothing but the best and not settle!

And you are right, the writing and dialogue this season is very bad (I'm still cringing at Violet and the floater's interactions last episode).

This season has been very frustrating to watch because we know that the writing and storylines can and should be better.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

I came to check on your account and see asks/answers and was blessed to see a new chapter ( lmao the way I GASPED when I saw it-). Now here I am SCREAMING how dare you say subpar when this has a fucking chokehold on me

I have many thoughts/feelings/theories on the new chapter but it’s so long and I don’t want to take up too much of your time 🥺👉👈 but imma still send it to show how invested I really am LMAO so I’ll put it in a separate ask bc I’m already rambling for you 😭 but just know you killed me today and I’m literally so happy about it

When I first started reading I was like “Beomgyu all the mf way” and then when taehyun was introduced I flip flopped but still led with Beomgyu but now I’m HEAVY taehyun like HELLOOO ?? Beomgyu whoo? And we’ll get a sub taehyun one day?? (And my hopes and dreams of him one day in the future saying ily) whew. Like I know I’m a flip flop but this chapter sent me taehyuns way 🥵 Okay time to discuss this current chapter in my new task bc I’m a rambling bitch for you brb bby

must've been quite the surprise 😂 i'm glad you liked it babe

i love rambling don't worry! i love hearing all your little thoughts about the chapter even if they're very random 😂

yup yup we're gettin onr (or even two) tyun sub scenes next chapter! now is he gonna say i love you to oc or not is yet to be seen

[salem-v]

Ayo I can’t comment on ur fic on ao3 bc I don’t have an account, so I’m putting my Take on it here

SPOILERS for the “now get ready for Michael as ballora” fic

The moment where Mike finds out that Ben wrote him a love letter before the both of them died was completely heart wrenching. Like there could have been another world where these gay bitches could’ve been so damn happy together and that is peak tragedy.

Also William Afton’s decent from normally neglectful 50s working father to going nuts with grief over Michael’s death (and completely losing perspective on exactly which of his kids was his favorite in the first place) to just wanting those feelings gone and doing whatever it took to make that happen—ultimately (as I like to think of it) losing the remainder of whatever love or “sentimentality” he had in him the moment he took the body out of Ballora and held his eldest child’s corpse in his arms— like it was a brief scene (prolly bc Willy was either too much in a state of insanity fueled extacy or too far in grief to bear to look or think too closely at the body or what he was doing ndjdnsj) but you can just tell that some part of him died right then. That rollercoaster character arc was fucking amazing

All in all, fantastic fic, I have many emotions abt it as you can see

AHHHHH thank you so much!!! One of the things that I've worried about with this fic (and my side fic that pairs with it:"Humming") is my writing of William. Because, I've had him flip and flop so much, because he is crazy. He wasn't a good father when Michael was alive, rarely even showed him that he loved him, and now that mikey is dead, he's fuckin heartbroken. Then (in humming the change is kinda explained) abruptly switches to almost apathetic as he removes his son's body. I've tried so much to SHOW that William is losing his fucking mind.

Also, another thing that has shocked me so much is how much people fuckin love Ben; this is the second time I've EVER included an oc and given them spotlight. So, I'm still kind of in awe at how many people care about him . And you can bet money that I am going to write and post side fics of Ben and Michael being happy gay bitches in an alternate universe (of an alternate universe). Ofc, it will be easy to find those (once posted) as I've made a series titled "Michael as Ballora: Expansion Pack"

All in all (for this message) I AM SO GLAD THAT YOU'VE ENJOYED THIS FIC!!!!! And I am SOSOSOSOSO thankful that you commented here since you can't on ao3!

I've tried to post somewhat consistent updates, monthly at least, since that's just about all I could manage between college and life stuff! I hope that you continue to enjoy this fic!!

[tell-me-about-your-ocs]

Emiir and Tytus Explore the Universe

So this is just a fun little side project I have on my main account, but I thought y’all might enjoy it since y’all have a lot of OCs.

Recently (and by recently I mean in the last few months because I have no concept of the passage of time) I created two OCs known as Emiir and Tytus. They were a couple of OCs I made when I was feeling down and wanted some to have fun with without anything serious.

My initial plan was to have them as sort of rambunctious exploratory brothers who travel throughout the dimensions to meet new people and see new places. Mainly I was going to do it for my own OC worlds, but since they are non-canon non-interruptive entities I think they would work in other OC worlds too!

I plan on doing short pieces with them including just small quoted interactions, small story bits, and some art as well. If you’re interested with interacting with Emiir and Tytus or having them interact with you, do let me know! ^^

Of course this means any of us can really use them to talk to their own OCs or I can write them talking to yours or just in your worlds. They’re both curious little buggers so they’ll really go anywhere.

The story bits and art will be tagged on this page and on my main account under “Emiir and Tytus Explore the Universe.”

More about the brothers under the cut if you’re interested!

Tytus and Emiir were given the power of the sun and moon after their untimely deaths. So, they're more like cryptid folktales people tell others rather than regular humans or royalty one may come across. They prefer to spend their time hopping between dimensions and meeting new people. (Which is where the whole messing with OC's thing comes in.)

Tytus is the older of the two and is kind of the brains of the operation. Often times he's the one who thinks up the schemes and how they'll be carried out as they jump from one dimension to the next. He loves meeting new people and is very outgoing with a strong personality. Despite this he often believes Emiir is “more mature” than him because he has a kid. Tytus also has a wife.

Emiir on the other hand goes along with it in more of an effort to see new worlds rather than new people. He's not much of a leader, but is very loyal and devoted to those he cares about. He’s calm, but can be a bit too cautious around new people as opposed to his brother. He tends to flip flop between emotions a lot, but Tytus’ is often there to keep him grounded. Emiir's hair is constantly moving and Tytus' headdress is always shining. It's only when they become sad or angry that Emiir's hair falls straight down and Tytus' head alights. I imagine this only happens when someone messes with their family. Emiir’s child and Tytus’ wife I have not made designs for or thought up yet.

[overdrivels]

TWtaH Notes

I’m finally free. It took three years and nearly 150k words, but I’m finally done. I can’t believe it. 

It started off as a simple idea and a simple premise: a chef!reader who, while knife sharpening, catches Hanzo’s attention. It then evolved into a full-fledged fic with a plot and plot twists. Originally, it was supposed to be around 10 chapters long, but then it grew out of control over the years as I tried to figure out how to end what I started. 

In addition to being a redemption fic, this was also an information dump fic. Since this is the very first slowburn I have ever finished and I have the feeling I won’t have much opportunity to do the same ever again--I don’t think any other fandom would give me the ability to showcase all these tidbits like Overwatch does--I literally threw as much knowledge as I could reasonably incorporate as possible.

About plot changes:

Most of the original plot points survived the writing process, some minor ones didn’t for plot related reasons, so this surprisingly went better than I thought it would. 

There was supposed to be another scene where Chef faced off against Reaper in chapter 20 or so, but upon reassessing Reaper’s character, I decided he wouldn’t do that, especially not against civilians or put himself in harm’s way just to say something to Chef. He wouldn’t even say anything to his family in the comics, what makes anyone think he’d do anything to someone he had even less of a personal relationship with?

There were supposed to be more scenes about Chef’s fencing, but I couldn’t fit it in and it ended up being a one-trick pony plot device. It wasn’t supposed to be that way, but that’s how it turned out. There was supposed to be a scene where Chef fights back against Talon during their infiltration of the Watchpoint.

There were points where Hanzo himself talked his way out of situations and forced me to change the plot. In the kitchen when he first meets Chef face-to-face, he wasn’t supposed to get the chef to forgive him which is the biggest plot deviation I’ve had and it forced me to reconsider large sections of the story. Honestly, I think it’s for the better though because I was really at a loss as to how to progress the original plot under those conditions.

I also wanted to emphasize that when Chef left, there was increased tension between the members. There was little commonality joining them all together except for the fact they all needed to eat. In order for some parties to work, you have to have your support characters, and in that case, it’d be Chef. But I seem to have bumbled through that bit and made it less impactful so if I ever got a chance to rewrite this, I’d probably stress this bit more.

Symmetra was supposed to have a much bigger role in this, somehow she fell to the wayside with that one plot change in the kitchen I mentioned before. On the flipside, Ana and McCree got a way bigger role than expected. 

One of the biggest plot changes was Hanzo hating peppers. Originally he was supposed to hate onions but I thought there was way too much onion in Japanese cuisine to omit them, so I thought of something that would seem more ‘childish’.

To be fair, I also don’t really like peppers all that much either. But I sure as hell love onions.

The proposal with the miso soup at the end, the plot twist where the chefs are the real treasure, and some other minor details have been there since the beginning of the idea’s conception. Things like Reaper trading Overwatch’s life for the tamale, the name of the restaurant, and Hanzo’s fight with Genji only came after the fic was being written. 

Real life:

Covid really took its toll on me since a lot of this fic revolved around food, tasting it, experiencing it, making it, etc. I lost a good portion of my taste and smell, and it’s not back 100% even months later, so a lot of what I begin to describe after a certain point is just based on memory. If a pre-pandemic world, I would have been running around the city, sampling foods and writing down my impressions, but with things as they were, it didn’t pan out that way.

I tried to stuff as many of my favorite foods (and not so favorite foods) here as much as possible. There were a lot of foods I omitted because there’s only so much I could fit in here. A companion compilation fic of the Overwatch characters eating their favorite foods or just eating food in general made by Chef sounds really appealing right now.

May, June, and July made me really want to expand the story and include things in the fic that would turn it ‘problematic’ or at least morally ambiguous. If I did that, this fic would never be finished. 

Characterization and development:

Junkrat and Roadhog are much more docile in this story than I would have headcanoned them simply because food security is life-changing. I really liked the idea of Roadhog using his farming skills and being less homicidal with the right environment. They both know food is sacred. 

Argus 20 is in reference to Argus Panoptes, the all-seeing many eyed giant from greek mythology. The 20 comes from “hindsight is 20-20” (but now 2020 has a very different connotation and I’m thinking it’s pretty fitting). The reason for this is because she oversaw a lot of what was happening especially in the front of house. It’s not mentioned in the story, but she oversaw things like purchasing the restaurant, setting up the dummy accounts, organizing and obfuscating the donations, etc.

In case there was any confusion, ‘Tanuja Deshmukh Singh’ is Asim’s deadname. When he left Overwatch and became Asim Singh, his family disowned him. He was then free to live as himself, but he never discarded his last name because he still wanted to be connected to his family in some vague way no matter how much they disliked or denied his existence.

Head Chef Richard has been in jail. His backstory is basically after firing his staff to protect them from the fall out, he basically told the press he fired them for insubordination and took the fall for the kitchens and got quietly arrested. He was sent to the same prison that Chef would end up at. He’s not a very honest man, I don’t think, but he’s a character who was molded by the story and its needs rather than being a pre-established OC. 

I kind of wanted to write the fic in a way where Argus and Asim weren’t bad guys but people who were forced to make difficult decisions because of the position they were put in by Chef and by Talon. Cause, you know, sometimes you do things to hurt people without realizing it.

I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to push another ship in the background. If you see hints of different pairings here and there, you may be seeing it right because I kept flip-flopping between chapters as to whether I wanted to or not, and if I decided I did, I kept changing the pairings.

Hanzo. Where do I even start with this guy? I had a really tough time trying to stick to one interpretation of his character. I kept reading other fics and going, “Yeah. Yeah! I want that!” But then it just became a huge mish-mash of characterizations until I wasn’t sure who he was anymore. But I clung onto the thought of “he’s the first son of an Asian household dealing with his spoiled brother” to help get me through it. It reminds me of that tweet that goes, “You think you can hurt me? I’m the eldest daughter in an asian family.” It was so relatable. Channeling eldest sibling in asian family vibes. 

Chef. It was so hard. It was so damn hard writing a faceless character for so many words. I can usually do it in a one-shot because I can get away with not mentioning stuff, but in a slowburn?? It’s so difficult. Multiple times I had to stop myself or revise things because there were characters talking about Chef and I didn’t want to make the dialogue unnatural by saying ‘chef’ ‘chef’ over and over again. There were other moments like Soldier carrying Chef out of the Cellar and I was like: “What if the reader is taller than Soldier?!” It was a struggle. The other struggle was characterization. There were so many in-story stressful moments that I wanted Chef to start crying at but the timing of it was so frequent that I had to nix most of them or risk making Chef unrelatable. 

lol i’ve made several pseudo-cameos in the story because I’m shameless. 

Miscellaneous:

Man, my style changed so many times throughout the story. At some point I ended up writing outlines made solely of dialogue and wrote the story around it. It was oddly distressing when I realized my words wouldn’t come out like they used to.  

This fic has seen me through a ridiculous amount of crap. I kind of wished I kept a journal or something because these past three years have been nuts. 

After this, I’ll probably retire from writing Overwatch and then go into my usual writing hibernation that spans about 4 years before I reemerge with an unquenchable thirst for something stupid. 

In my nearly 20 years of writing fanfic, this is the first slowburn I’ve ever completed. To be fair, the last time I even tried was like...over 10 years ago when mediaminer was still a thing and didn’t ban CYOAs.

This was also the longest single fic I’ve ever written. I have wirtten 200k in a year before but never for any single thing.

God, this was hard. I partially did it to prove that you don’t need to use placeholders like ‘Y/N’ and stuff like that and it was possible to write a slowburn with gender neutral stuff, but I had to cheat a bit. But it’s done. 

I’ve worked in the restaurant business for a few years but not as a chef. It wasn’t even high-end either. I wanted to talk about the work conditions because it’s pretty tough in the kitchens and the amount of drugs and vices people turn to and the conditions in which people come to work is nuts. 

I wanted to cover a lot of controversial topics to see if I could but it just didn’t fit in the story. I wanted to tap into things like social justice, racism, prejudices, political landscapes, and so on. Even within Overwatch, I’d imagine there’s a lot of tensions stemming from just basic ideologies. I wanted to see if I could write about both (or more) sides of challenging arguments and still remove the author’s opinions from the story, but I’d imagine that’ll bring its own complications. Last thing I wanted was to start a fight in the comments or something.

I almost made the crew travel to Asia with implications of a changed geo-political sphere from today. Like...the status of Taiwan would’ve been interesting to touch upon, but I didn’t feel like I had the knowledge to expand on it enough.

Almost every waking of my life, I have thought or worked on this fic. During meetings, during conferences, during client calls, while I’m on public transportation, in different countries. I don’t know what to do with myself now.

Anyway, if you have any questions or anything or just want to shout at me, inbox is open.. For now I’m just going to lament over the fact that Genshin Impact gives me motion sickness and I can’t play despite working so hard to roll Mona.

[melyaliz]

Past loves and future babies pt. 5

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Fandom: Marvel 

Summary: Trying to Dance over their issues 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC

Notes: This took a bit of a turn I wasn’t planning but I actually like it this way. Let me know what you guys think 

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Giggles, they bubbled up and floated around the room filling it with fizzy magic. Steve tried to remember a time he had come home to such a sound. And if so, it had been a long time. There had been so much silence after Thanos. And before that the noise was anything but laughter. When you are on the run laughter wasn’t really a daily occurrence.   

Dixie stood in the middle of the living room in a sports bra and legging stretching. Her phone propped up on a chair where she was watching something. Her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail as the light back lit her in a way that made her almost look like she was glowing. 

She looked so different from the girl yesterday. So much more relaxed, in her own element. 

Bucky was right. He didn’t know this woman at all. But she didn’t know him either. And at least he was in his own home. She had left everything and everyone for this. 

Part of him debated just leaving. Letting her enjoy herself without him around to ruin it. 

“Hello Mr. America.” 

Too late. 

She smiled up at him from her warrior on3. A big cheesy grin that seemed to light up the already bright room. It was infectious and he couldn’t help but smile back. Standing up she pulled at her ponytail.

“Don’t stop on my account” 

“Ohh enjoying the view of my sweaty body?” she giggled swaying her hips as her hands moved over her body in an exaggeratedly sexy motion. She was silly, something Steve was slowly learning more and more. 

“So what are your plans today?” 

“Wasn’t really sure, what do you guys do for fun around here?”

“Well Sam enjoys the large media room, Bucky and I like to hike around the property, Wanda and Vision normally cook, It really just depends.” 

Dixie nods thinking it over about to respond when her stomach spoke for her. Letting out a loud growl. Chuckling Steve nodded toward the kitchen.

“Have you eaten?” 

“Lunch sounds amazing, I was going to shower and then figure out how to work that fancy kitchen.” 

“I can start something if you would like to take a shower.” 

“I won’t say no to a hot guy making me food” Dixie giggled spinning around heading for the bedroom, “Be back in a bit” 

“Take your time” Steve called after her fighting back a smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. It seemed like she was startling to settle into the place. Plus making food would hel[. Something to do. Something he can control. 

Dixie sighed letting the warm water wash over her. Trying to clean away any anxiety she was feeling about being alone with Steve again. It was weird because at this point they had (quite literally) slept together. But she still felt like she was with a complete stranger. 

A beautiful stranger 

But a stranger none the less. 

Although as she walked back into the main room watching Steve walk around the kitchen he didn’t feel that much of a stranger. His blue eyes met her as she came closer. A platter of meats and cheeses.

“I figured you could make your own sandwich if you want or just eat whatever.” 

“Ohhh so fancy” Dixie giggled, “Is that wine?”  

He smiled pouring her a glass, “It is” 

“You know how to make a girl feel special.” 

“So what did you do for fun?” Steve asked, helping himself to some meat and cheese.

“Oh I’m just a simple girl, some binging Netflix is always fun. I am very partial to cheesy 80’s action movies.” Memories of her and Mac sitting on a beat up old couch they had gotten from craigslists with a pack of cheap beer between them. Laughing like nothing else mattered. Calling out lines and guessing what would happen next.  

It felt like a lifetime ago. 

“Oh and what made the 80’s so cheezy?” Steve perked up, many people had recommended things to him but cheesy 80’s action hadn’t been one of them. He was honestly not even sure what that was. 

“Oh man I forgot you missed stuff.” Dixie said taking a sip of her drink mulling it over. Would it even make sense to a man who spent most of his life in the 30’s and 40’s. 

“Yeah, I have been keeping a list of things I need to catch up on.” Steve said, pulling it out. Dixie instantly lighting up.

“Wait you have a real honest to goodness list, lemme see!” 

Taking it she flipped over the pages, “Man Star Wars? It’s insane to me that you missed all this stuff. I mean it makes sense but… golly gosh jeez whiz” 

Steve raised an eyebrow fighting back a smile, “Jeez whiz?” 

“Yeah old man, we are going to have to start working on this.” The idea of experiencing movies like Indiana Jones and the Matrix with someone who didn’t know anything making her excited. 

“Actually I had a better idea.” picking up a remote he clicked play. Soft music started to play. Moving around the large island that broke up the kitchen and the living room he held out his hand to Dixie who watched him. Her playful smile slowly melting from her face. Eyes studying him intently. Unsure.

“What?” she asked, looking from his hand to his bright blue eyes. Her stomaching flopping slightly. Shuttering as if she was standing on the edge of something. Something high up. That vertigo, gravity pulling you down. 

“Can I have this Dance?”

She felt sick, slightly off balance, “Are you serious?”

“Don’t like dancing?”

“I’m not very good” 

Steve wasn’t stupiud, he saw the shift in her. Bucky’s words coming back to him. You’re a stranger to her as well. “It’s ok, I… I want to try ok” 

Dixie wasn’t really sure what try meant. Try dancing? Try to get to know each other? Try romance? Try, the small voice in the back of her head sang. Try something. 

Slowly she slipped her hand into his, those unbalancing nerves swaying even harder as his hand gripped hers. She was fighting her better judgement. All the warning bells that told her to step away from the ledge. But he was right. They had to try. The world was counting on them. And if this would help him commit to their destiny then she would have to give a little. 

As she followed him into the center of the living room she hoped it was worth it. Hoped that no matter what happened it didn’t crash and burn around them. That she could navigate herself between that fine line of caring for someone and not falling in love.  

He smiled down at her as the music played slowly moving. She giggled again and his smile grew. 

“You have a great laugh.” 

“Uh, thank you. I like your smile. The real one anyway.” 

“Real one?” 

“Yeah not that uptight, I’m trying to make you feel at least one. This one.” she pointed toward his face and nodded her approval. 

“I guess I should apologize for being so… uptight.” 

“It’s ok” she nodded, “This whole situation is kind of…”

“Awkward?” 

“Eminently.” 

“Well at least we are on the same page.” 

“If there is one thing I have learned growing up as an awkward kid was” Dixie paused for a moment, “Lean it to the awkward.” she leaned forward as she spoke her bright eyes looking up at him. He smiled down unable to picture the beautiful woman in his arms as an awkward kid. However, some could say the same about him.  

“Ok then,” he said leaning forward, his forehead brushing against her’s. Their faces only a breath apart. Barely touching, eyes locked on one another. Caught up in the moment. “I’m going to kiss you.” Steve whispered his words drifting through her gently stirring something deep inside that made her shiver as he broke that abyss between them meeting her lips with his own. 

Steve’s kiss felt like a question. Asking her what she wanted, asking himself if this was right. His kisses were always slightly hesitant, holding back slightly. Searching as if looking for something that wasn’t there. 

Or maybe someone. 

As he slowly pulled away Dixie licked her lips. Trying to hold back the words that raced through her mind. Suspicions that seemed to be slowly confirmed with each passing second. 

“What is it?” 

“What?” Steve looked down at her confused, “What is what?” 

“There is something wrong, what is it.”

“It’s not you” it was quick, defensive. Dixie couldn’t help but take a slight offence to it. 

“I never said it was” her voice soft, eyebrow raised slightly. Hard eyes studying him, peeling down the layers of the man in front of her. Trying to understand who he was. What had happened to him. 

Steve sighed looking away for a moment. Heart heavy. Memories of wounds that hadn’t healed yet. Were still fresh. Still bleed deeper than any of the scars on his body. 

Peggy. 

“What?” Dixie asked again, her hand gently rubbing his arm. He met her gaze, deep blue and so broken. It hurt her. All those fears she had about her own walls. They were nothing to whatever was pushing away from. 

Because he was already broken. He was suffering from what she had feared for herself.

“Try me.” 

“I… it’s not you” his words empty, hollow. Like a plea trying to protect her. Trying to fall on the sword for a woman he didn’t even know. Trying to be strong. 

“I’m a good listener.” she let out a soft chuckle, “When I want to be.” 

“I just,” he sighed, running his fingers through his blonde hair. Unsure. Knowing it was wrong but… he needed to let it out. Needed to try and push this pain away. And then he looked down at her. Wide eyes looking back at him. Waiting. This wasn’t her fault. This wasn’t for her. She was just some girl. “Forget it”

Turning he walked toward the stereo turning off the music “This was a bad idea.”

“What?” Dixie felt herself flush with anger. Heat building up burning inside her bright and hot. “Don't you walk away from me Steve Rogers!” She snapped grabbing his arm. He froze turning shocked. 

“W….”

“I gave up everything to be here the LEAST you could do is be honest with me!” frustration building up. Bubbling from where deep inside her. The injustice of it all. Reminding Her again and again. She was the only one trying.  

“Don’t push it.” his words flat, a warning. Tired but a warning. 

“Try me,” she said again, crossing her arms over her chest. Holding on tight to herself. Trying to hold back all the things she really wanted to say to this man in front of her, “what are you scared of?” 

“I’m not scared” he said, “I’m FINE” 

“Clearly, you can’t even get it up” 

“Excuse me?” 

“You can’t even do what I’m here for, something is blocking you WHAT. IS. IT?” with each word she thrust her finger into his hard chest. Pushing him. Forcing him to take a step back. It didn't hurt but… it made him mad. Who did she think she was? 

“Stop that,” he said, grabbing her hand.

“Stop what? Trying to get to know you? One of us has to try!” 

“I’m trying” 

“Yes because running away the moment you could is trying SO hard” 

“Are you mad I left this morning?” 

“I’m mad you won’t talk to me!” 

“I’m talking to you right now!”

“No you’re not, you are trying to pour sugar over shit. Asking me to dance. Letting me decorate my room. Kissing me” she pulled her hand out of his pushing him with both of hers with enough force that he took a step back word, slightly off balance. Was it just him or were her hands hot? A heat that spread across his body.

“DAMN IT Dixie STOP!” 

“Stop what!?!” she snapped pushing him again. “At least one of us is trying!”

“I wasn’t even supposed to be here!” he snapped, the straw that broke the camel’s back. Shattering his strong glass box that increased his emotions. Shards scattering around them tearing at them. Ripping through their insecurities and doubts. 

“What?” 

“You want to know the truth, woman? I’m not even supposed to be here.” 

“What do you mean you weren’t even supposed to be here…” her voice was hoarse, laced with shock “were you going to die?” Memories of her own childhood rushing back. Darknesses that creeped in when no one was around. When it felt like she could never be free. 

Her question was like ice water on his fire. Cooling him off so that he was standing there gasping for air. 

“No I… I was going to leave everything for someone.” 

“I…” she stammered unsure how or what to say. All her suspicions confirmed yet so many more questions filling her up. 

“Like I said it’s not you,” he said, turning. His words ripped into her. A million cuts pouring out polling around her. His large back to her unable to face her and what his truth would do to her. 

It only took a few steps and he was gone. Out the door. Running from her. From the reality that not only had he ruined his own life with his delusions but someone else’s too 

Like she said. She gave everything to come here. 

To a broken man  

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[bigskydreaming]

I'm gonna be honest, your posts and my own perception of dc comics + fandom + its treatment of my most favorite fictional character makes me want to write a spite fic, but I have OCs in my head who are not leaving anytime soon AND I wanna write a good old fashioned romance with Dick but I have never written romance ever I don't even understand it... And I write scenes rather than a whole story. So I'm genuinely afraid I'll start something and it will neither be cohesive nor finished. Regrets..

Honestly? I say just fucking go for it anyway. Put it out there. If you’re worried about leaving readers high and dry or whatever, just be transparent about that in your author’s notes....just say up front hey, I’m not sure what my updating schedule will be like or if and when this will be finished, but here’s what I have, hopefully some people will enjoy it for what it is.

Like, that thing people keep saying to me in arguments about Ao3 and creative responsibility, about how “well fans aren’t getting paid for what they create so they don’t owe anyone anything?” I’ll say til the end of time that’s effing crap when it comes to things pertaining to social criticism, stuff like racism, homophobia, pedophilia in their works. No, they’re not getting paid but they’re still presenting things to society for their consideration, and they still owe the bare basics of what everyone in society owes each other....ie things like not being racist, homophobic, predatory to children, etc. 

I bring that up here because the place where I ACTUALLY think “well fans aren’t getting paid to create their fanworks” is relevant....is stuff like you’re saying. Being worried about not finishing something and upsetting people.

THAT’S where I feel you don’t owe people, because devoting your free time and energy where and when you have it, to creating fanworks that you then offer up to the rest of fandom to hopefully enjoy, is not an obligation or a commitment to continuing to devote your free time and energy in order to continue to do so, if things change in your life or hell, if you just don’t want to anymore. Its your free time and your energy. That other people have benefited from it in the past, or reaped the rewards of your work in the form of entertainment they enjoy, is not an invitation for any of them to ever regard themselves as your boss and prioritize them as someone you need to please, more than you need to take care of yourself and what’s best for you.

There is a vast difference between ‘responsibility’ and ‘entitlement’ and so many of the issues I have with fandoms in general is the weird way in which so many people treat the two as flip-flopped and feel entitled to things they have no right to and meanwhile feel no responsibility to prioritize the basic decency everybody should have a right to enjoy.

In an ideal world, we’d never be without the endings to fics we invest a lot of time and energy into reading and enjoying, but other peoples’ enjoyment is not a responsibility we take on when we share things for free. This is one of those times when people need to be accountable for themselves. If they know they really hate not reading the ends of stories they really enjoy, and never getting the end to a story they’ve really been a fan of will upset them, that’s a them problem. That’s on them to factor this into their fandom experience and how they go about interacting with fanworks. 

There’s an easy solution to never being left hanging by an unfinished fic.....wait until a fic is finished before beginning to read it. Does that mean they might not get to read or enjoy the early chapters of something a lot of other people are reading and talking about? Yup. But if they’re gonna be bothered anyway after reading those and ultimately the fic goes unfinished, then there was never a scenario there that ended ideally. If you want the enjoyment of at least having sampled every creative idea in the fandom, you have to accept the possibility that some of those ideas will go without conclusion. If you want the surety of never being left bothered by an unfinished fic, you have to accept that there are some stories and ideas you’ll miss out on entirely.  *Shrugs* Its just how it is. 

Doesn’t mean that its still not frustrating to reach the end of a WIP and not know if there’ll ever be more, or flat out told there won’t be....but being frustrated is not the end of the world. Its a thing they can vent about on their blog, and a thing that can result in posts that make you feel targeted by and stress you out about not having updated lately, but that’s just because of how widespread the ‘really loved a WIP and now it’ll probably never be finished’ phenomenon is throughout every fandom, and has been pretty much from the start. And yet, fandom is still here, and none the worse off for the vast multitude of unfinished fics. 

Yeah, it sucks, but ultimately, its not a thing that actually hurts people, and its not a thing that you ever need to beat yourself up over. I mean, I’ve been there on both sides of the equation.....feeling super stressed and guilty over not updating a fic, and feeling frustrated by realizing a WIP I really loved is probably never going to be updated again. Neither is ideal, but it just is what it is. 

For what its worth, the thing I’ve received the most positive feedback on in literally any fandom I’ve been in over the past sixteen years, is Chapter 3 of my YJ fic, Born Under A Bad Sign. Only three chapters of that fic ever got around to being posted so far, with Chapter 3 posted like two years ago, I think.....and yet that one chapter alone has generated me more comments, private messages and emails than anything else I’ve ever written. It was a really personal chapter that allowed me to really unpack a lot of my own issues, like, Dinah basically acted as a proxy for all the things I wished someone had said to me at various points in my life...and even though I really hate that I’ve been too sidetracked by real life drama to return to that fic, I am so, so glad that I posted that chapter as soon as I wrote it anyway. I’ve been told by a lot of people that it really helped them as well, just to read it, because they felt like it said a lot of things they wish they’d heard before now too. And even just hearing it in a fic, said to a character they relate to....*Shrugs* It can help. You never know what can help someone, or what will really speak to someone, or what can have an impact. 

So I say if you cared enough to write it, someone’s bound to care enough to read it and be glad they did, even if you never write a single word more of it. If your biggest concern is leaving someone without more of something they enjoyed and came to love, just take comfort in the fact that you gave them something to love and some measure of enjoyment in the first place.

[juliapetertodd]

Universe Jumping: Gotham - OCs Fanfiction

It was a quite night in Gotham… Well, as quiet as Gotham can be, anyway.

There was the usual hustle and bustle of cars honking, people partying the night away and the occasional gunshots, as familiar in that city as the stone gargoyles that adorned the buildings. But the Joker wasn’t spreading canisters of Laughing Gas throughout the city; Two-Face wasn’t off on some duality themed robbing spree and Poison Ivy didn’t have an army of love struck folks running around and destroying every can of bug spray in the area.

One of the particularly quiet places was Robinson Street, a short little street made entirely of cheap, rundown apartment buildings. The cement pavement was cracked and dirty, some of the walls were covered with graffiti and streetlights were specked evenly along both sides of it. All in all, it was an entirely unremarkable and typical Gotham Street. It just so happened that that night was a remarkably atypical night.

The signs that something was off in Robinson Street were hardly noticeable if you weren’t paying attention. The streetlights flickered with increasing speed and intensity; if you happened to touch some of the metal trashcans outside, you might get shocked; and the animals were restless, sensing the coming changes.

Really, the first noticeable warning came just before it started. At two in the morning, with no living soul around, a single, short and quick spark of red lightning came out of nowhere between two lampposts on the left side of the street, hitting one of them and blowing its bulb, sparks shooting out everywhere. About two minutes later, the same thing happened again. Then again, one minute later. Then 30 seconds later. Eventually, multiple red sparks were buzzing around the street, always shooting from between the same two lampposts. The sparks buzzed and buzzed until the air from which they shot out seemed to shift and changed, almost as if it was trying to open itself up. It stretched and crinkled, more and more, until a sound no one could ever quite describe was heard and a perfectly round circle of light appeared, in between the two lampposts.

It hung in the air for a few minutes, held by nothing, and perfectly out of place in the dark corners of Gotham, until something emerged from it. A single left foot, dressed in a black sock and a black left running shoe (for, after all, the right didn’t fit it) took a tentative and careful step out, moving slowly forward and showing that it was not alone but, in fact, came attached to a leg, dressed in black suit pants. The foot kept pushing forward until it finally touched the ground, tapping lightly to make sure it couldn’t lose its footing. It retreated carefully, but quickly (along with the leg, which went first) and was quickly replaced by a face, which also moved rather cautiously. First came the nose, then the glasses, than the rest of the thing. It looked around carefully, making sure there were no threats, and, sufficiently satisfied, left the portal with confidence, dragging the rest of the body it was attached to forward.

This particular body belonged to a man named Tony, who was tall, a little chubby, bearded and with some noticeable hair loss. He was wearing black rimmed glasses, a t-shirt with some sort of obscure reference, a long, black overcoat, the aforementioned pants and shoes, and, most strangely of all, a multi colored, 4 meter long scarf.

Tony took a few steps away from the portal and looked around, with the sort of face that expressed abundant cleverness and confidence, even if he didn’t exactly have either of those things at that particular moment. After giving a quick visual inspection at the buildings and lampposts around him, he pulled out a curious looking device similar to one of those credit card things you find at stores from his pocket. He pushed a few buttons on it and after hearing a satisfying little “ding”, turned toward the portal.

“You can come out!” he screamed “It’s safe!”

“Are you sure?” a female voice on the other side said. It sounded a little garbled, like it was being spoken through a walk talkie “It might be a trap. You might have landed in trap world.”

“You do know what trap means, right?”

“Something meant to trick and kill us?”

“No, it’s what we call guys who look like girls. They’re traps, y’see. I’ll send you some pictures later. Anyway, since there are no impossibly pretty girls with miniskirts running around, I suggest you get in here.”

Tony looked at the portal for a few minutes when, at last, a female figure emerged. Júlia was her name and she was wearing some fashionable sneakers, blue denim jeans, a Miraculous Ladybug t-shirt, a comfortable looking teddy coat and had a backpack strapped on her shoulders. She was short-ish, also wore glasses and had her striking light brown hair tied up in a ponytail.

“Very sporty” commented Tony “Almost draws the attention away from your caterpillar-like eyebrows.”

Júlia gave him an annoyed gazed in response. “Well, at least my clothes fit me properly. This world better have a lot of danger, cause you certainly need the exercise.” She tapped Tony on his belly.

“Pfff. I look great.” He self-consciously closed his jacket, while keeping his proud look “Anyway, the Dimensional Transporter will take a few days to recharge, so let’s try and figure out where we are. Care to take a guess?”

“Hmm…” She held her chin with her right hand and stepped to the middle of the road, looking around. “Well… It’s a city. A big one, by the looks of it. Very New York-ish. Meaning we could be anywhere from Friends to Escape from New York.”

“Let’s hope it’s neither.” Tony said as his fingers tapped the little device and stepped next to her “Unless I get to threeway Jennifer Aniston and Courtney Cox.”

“Did you start this whole thing, just so you could fuck characters?”

Tony stopped tapping and arched his eyebrows ponderously “Not just because of that”

Júlia sighed, while Tony tapped a bit more and looked intently at the screen “Well, according to the Atmospheric Analyzer, there are no deadly toxins in the air, the water is clean and, by all accounts, this is just like any other city back on our world.” He put the Analyzer back in his pocket and pattered around a bit “I’ve been meaning to find out whether this thing takes us to every fictional world or if it’s just the ones we’re particularly interested in. For all we know, we might be in some cheap romantic comedy.”

He twirled around, amazed at how cool his overcoat looked in the breeze and how fun it was to see his giant scarf, flip flopping around “We might just see a third grade actress walk across that street and bump into some third grade actor, their eyes meeting and the spark of predictably insipid romance is set.”

“Has anyone ever told you, you have a particular knack for taking the fun out of everything?” said Júlia, her eyes rolling so hard, they might’ve actually made a sound.

“Not today, but it’s still early.” Casually, Tony glanced at the sky, and his eyebrows once again shot up “Ah. I think I know where we are now.”

“Where?” But instead of an answer, Tony merely pointed a finger at the sky, and as Júlia looked she instantly realized where they had landed.

That night was cloudy, and on the grey clouds above their heads was projected the shining image of a giant bat.

“Well… The DC Universe… Or perhaps just Gotham. It’s hard to guess at this point, but what say you we take a look-” However, Tony realized he was talking to himself, as Júlia had made a straight run towards the nearest alley she could find on Robinson Street “HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!”

Júlia looked back and breathlessly answered “To… an… alley…way.”

Tony went after her, catching up when she stopped, far into the alley, to catch her breath. “Why… did…” he said, realizing now that maybe the gym does have its uses “…you… come… here?”

“Because… Because that’s where crime happens in Gotham.”

“Wha… What?”

“Yeah! Don’t you know? Innocent people walking down an alley in Gotham City, a mugger pulls up, and what happens?”

“They get robbed and killed?”

“No, dummy. Batman saves them! Or some Bat related character.”

“So, you want to get robbed, in the hopes of meeting Batman? What if you get killed for real?”

“Pff” Júlia waved him away “When has that ever happened in Gotham?”

“Like all the time! That’s literally the reason Batman exists!” Tony answered, gesticulating wildly

“Ah, we’ll be fine. Come on, let’s keep going, see if anyone’s lurking around.” she answered, as she casually strolled deeper into the dark, empty and quiet backstreet that led off the alley. Tony sighed but dutifully went after her.

“This just seems like a really bad idea, Júlia. I’m just saying.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not the boss of me.”

“I made most of the machine that allowed you to get here.”

“But I helped you build it. So, I own like 40% of ownership.”

“That’s not how that works.”

“Oh, whatever. You just wanna boss me around, cause you wanna act like The Doctor.”

“I… What are you talking about?” said Tony, plunging his hands deeper into his pockets and turning his face away from Júlia.

“Come off it. Magical machine that takes people places? Invites one special girl? Makes a lot of jokes? You’re even dressed like him! I mean-”

But Júlia couldn’t finish what she meant, because from one of the many shadows that consumed the alley came a man holding a revolver. He looked disheveled and dirty, a tattered and filthy shirt hanging loosely in his body, a green coat that seemed to be made out of the skin of an old couch, fingerless brown gloves and a patchwork ascot. In his hand, he held a black six shooter revolver, a relic that seemingly jumped from its original time straight to modern day.

“Gimme all your money” mumbled the dirty thief, waving his revolver in Tony’s and Júlia’s direction.

Júlia shifted a little, retreating behind Tony with the intent of using him as meat shield, while Tony slowly put his hands up as the thief moved closer.

“Now, now… We don’t need any of that…” assured Tony, as he stared at the gun with widened eyes “Say… That seems like a very anachronistic gun, for the time we come from… Can you tell us what year it is?”

The thief’s face contorted into an expression of confused anger, and he waved the gun more fiercely “Now, listen here! Don’t try to… to… patronize me! I’m holding the gun! And I say that you should give me your money! NOW!”

“I… uh… don’t have any money” muttered Tony, fearful and a little embarrassed. After all, it’s probably bad manners to get robbed and not have any money to give.

Confusion had left the thief’s face by this point, but the anger had stayed firmly in place. He held the gun with a tight grip and pointed it straight at Tony’s face. Tony did his best to keep Júlia behind him, and closed his eyes, as he heard the squeeze on the gun’s trigger, expecting that all familiar sound.

KAPOW

“Kapow?” he thought, opening his eyes.

From the pointy ears, to the cape, to the outside underpants, everything about him screamed “I’M BATMAN”. He had come from above, all “I am the night”, and kicked the robber in the face, knocking him against the brick wall. The robber’s head hit the wall, knocking him out.

Batman looked at Tony and Júlia, efficiently checking to see if they had any bruises or needed any medical help. After realizing they were ok, he shot out his Bat Grappler, intent on continuing the night’s patrol and, had these been the regular type of people he usually deals with, that’s what would’ve happened. Except…

“WAIT BRUCE STOP!” yelled Tony suddenly.

Batman almost slipped from his Bat Grapple in shock. He quickly composed himself and, rather swiftly, pushed Tony against a wall, as Júlia watched in shock.

“WHY DID YOU SAY THAT NAME?” yelled Batman, his forearm pressing hard on Tony’s throat.

“I…” Tony tried to gasp his explanations through a squeezed throat “We… Different… Universe… Júlia…”

“Don’t look at me, man! Who told you it was a good idea to antagonize Batman?”

“I want answers.” Batman was getting annoyed at his lack of progress “NOW!”

“We’re from a different universe where you’re a comic book character, Bruce!” answered Júlia, pulling some courage from place she didn’t quite know she had “We found a way to travel here and… uh… we… uh… want to visit the place. And meet some heroes.”

Júlia pointed at Batman awkwardly, as if trying to remind him that he’s a superhero “Like you. Or Jason” Batman scowl deepened and Júlia’s voice fell a couple of notches “Or you. Y’know. Whoever.”

Batman looked at Tony for a little while more, before dropping him. As Tony wheezed and Júlia leaned down to see if he was ok, Batman started asking questions.

“What do you want from me?”

“We want to spend time with you.” answered Júlia, as Tony composed himself “and the other superheroes also.”

“Yeah” continued Tony “and you’re actually the perfect person to help us, since you’re so paranoid and shit, which means you know everyone.”

Batman considered this “What reason would I have to help you?”

“We know the secret identities of basically every single superhero on this planet, as well as the place where they live and their supporting cast/ loved ones.” Answered Tony, as he got up

Batman quickly turned around, with a powerful rage on his face “Are you threatening me?”

“No, no! I’m just saying… uh…” Tony really hadn’t thought that threatening Batman was a good idea and he was desperately trying to back out “Look, man, we just want to meet some people and you have more money than God. Can’t we work something out? Can’t you call out the Batmobile, take us to Wayne Manor and we can talk about it?”

Batman looked at them, pondering. They were both scared out of their minds that Batman would just punch them until they got out of his universe but, surprisingly, he got a little bat shaped remote and pressed one of the buttons. The remote made a quiet beep and, soon after, Batman started to walk out of the alley. Not knowing what to do, Tony and Júlia followed, keeping a safe distance from the Dark Knight.

As they reached the place through which they entered the alley, they quickly realized what the remote had called. In front of them, roared the Batmobile, sleek, black and with a big bat face in the front. Batman clicked another button on the remote, and the roof of the car slid back revealing four seats inside. He jumped inside into the driver’s seat, and our duo awkwardly got over the side of the car to get inside, because the Batmobile didn’t actually have doors. Once they were inside, Bruce closed the top and got the car moving at ridiculous speed.

Júlia was internally freaking out about being in the Batmobile (and, weirdly enough, admiring the comfortable leather seats), while Tony pulled out a notebook and pen, and started asking Batman some questions.

“So, the first thing we want to establish is what version of your universe we’re in.”

“Version?”

“In our universe, you’ve been adapted from a full universe of comic books, to movies, to cartoons, to video games, etc. So, we need to figure out where we are.”

“Alright.”

“Cool. So, who is Batgirl right now?”

Batman looked stiff and unresponsive

“We know it’s either Barbara, Cassie or Steph.” said Júlia “So you can just come out and say it.”

Batman stayed quiet for a bit “Stephanie.”

Tony jotted a few things down “That’s… interesting. And weird, since it’s not current.”

“Current?” asked Batman

“I can’t tell you, sorry. Unless… Say, Batman, have you ever heard of something called the Flashpoint?”

“Yes. It was something that happened to the Flash, some time ago.”

Tony raised his eyebrows “He gave you a letter from your alternate reality dad?”

“Yes.”

“What were you wearing?”

Batman didn’t flinch, but his voice and general stiffness betrayed a certain amount of surprise “What?”

“What version of your costume?”

“Tony, where are you going with this?” asked Júlia

“Just trust me on this.” he answered before turning his attention back to Batman “Let me clarify: At that point, did you costume not have the briefs on the outside, and did it have some weird lines running through it?”

Batman remained quiet for a bit, before answering “No.”

Tony looked at his notebook, inquisitively. “This is weird… This is really very, very weird. Can I ask who the Teen Titans are at the current time?”

“Robin, Superboy, Kid Flash, Supergirl, Batgirl and Blue Beetle.”

Tony’s eyes widened in surprise. “Ho ho… Well… I’ll say this is… Intriguing”

Júlia nudged Tony “What are you talking about?”

“Well Júlia, if I understand this correctly, and I’m fairly certain I do, I think we’re in a version of the DC Universe where the New 52 never happened.”

“What do you mean never happened? Like… None of it?”

“Well, maybe a few plots here and there… Hey, Batman, did you fight the Court of Owls at any point?”

Batman considered. “Yes. Some time ago.”

“Well, there we are. I’d say that wraps-”

Suddenly, the Batmobile came to a sudden stop, knocking Tony and Júlia forward.

“What-” asked Júlia, but Batman interrupted.

“Gotham’s first national bank is getting robbed right now by the Riddler. You two stay here, I’m going inside.”

He popped open the roof of the car and left, leaving the two travelers sitting there, stunned.

Júlia looked around the car. There were all sorts of buttons and levers on the dashboard, but at her feet was some sort of compartment. She popped it open, and inside found a couple of Batarangs, a grapple gun and a Bat Taser Gun. She looked at Tony, and found him staring at the weapons, wide eyed.

“Should we?” asked Júlia.

Before he could answer, both of them heard the sound of broken glass, as the Riddler left the bank through the back.

“Riddle me this! What’s bad as a bat and covered in bruises?” said Nygma, his Bowler Hat slightly askew on his head “The Batman after my henchmen are done with him!”

As he headed out with his henchman, he found himself stopped by two 20 something young adults, wielding weapons.

“Freeze!” said the man, with one of Batman’s grapple guns.

“Yeah” said the woman, wielding a kind of gun shaped apparatus with electricity at the end. “What he said!”

“Hmmm…” said the Riddler “And who might you two be?”

“We’re-uh…” the man thought for a bit “Friends of Batman?”

“The Bat doesn’t have any friends. And if he did I doubt he’d pick such... Riddle me this, what has funny accent, a gigantic ass and two caterpillars instead of eyebrows?”

Júlia blushed heavily and looked down, embarrassed.

“Riddle me this, what’s balding, masturbates far too frequently and sweats like he’s running a marathon when he’s sitting down?”

Tony also blushed (and started sweating) but he answered back “Wow Nygma, you’re a dick. I have literally zero problems with what we’re about to do. Júlia, hit him.”

Júlia, getting over her embarrassment, pressed the trigger on her gun, and shot Riddler with an electric shock straight to the private parts. He fell, in pain, to his knees. Then Tony shot the grappler gun at him, and watched it tie around him. Soon, Batman came from above, gliding down on his cape.

“Hey, we took care of this Bat Boy.” said Tony “No worries.”

As they walked back to the car, Júlia asked “Hey… Do my eyebrows really look like Caterpillars?”

“If they do, they’re the loveliest caterpillars ever.” answered Tony.

“Thanks.” Said Júlia, slightly happier “By the way, the bald look works well on you.”

Tony smiled at her and sat back on the Batmobile, as they both waited for Batman to finish tying up Riddler.

…

Having finally arrived at Wayne Mansion, Tony and Júlia gawked at all the cool shit in the batcave, before going up into the mansion proper.

“Oh.” Said Alfred, when he first saw them coming up with Bruce Wayne (as he had taken off the costume and switched to civilian clothing). “Well, at least the new Robins aren’t children anymore.”

Bruce gave him a sarcastic smile and told him to make tea for the three of them, before taking the two travelers into his dining room.

After a long and straightforward conversation, it was agreed that Bruce would supply them with funds to travel around the country, meeting whatever superheroes they wanted and then leaving promptly when their travelling device was charged. They would leave the next morning for Metropolis, but not before Bruce did them a little favor…

…

Tony and Júlia waited around on the roof of a random Gotham skyscraper, with Batman standing next to them. Júlia looked particularly fretful.

“It’s going to be fine.” Reassured Tony. “He’ll love you. How couldn’t he?”

She nodded, but was still fretting around with her feet, rolling her heel on the floor and playing with Tony’s scarf. Suddenly, they heard a noise, and someone else was on that roof with them. He had on a black body suit, with a brown jacket over it, some guns and, completing the look, a big red mask that covered his entire face.

“So… What’s this all about?” said the man, Jason Todd.

Júlia squeed when she heard him talk, and immediately hid behind Tony, shoving her face hard into his scarf.

“These people are… travelers from another universe.” Said Batman, looking entirely unamused “The girl apparently wanted to meet you.”

“Are you serious? You call me in just for this?”

“Well, they know our identities and apparently are just passing by. I figured, why not? They know who you are, by the way, you can take off the mask.”

“Tsk.” Said Jason, as he took his Red Hood helmet off, revealing his ruffled black hair and perfect looking face. “You know… I have other things to do, I can’t be dealing with whatever fanboy wants an autograph.”

“Well…” said Tony “It’s not really a fanboy… more of a fangirl.”

Tony flipped around and grabbed Júlia by the shoulders pushing her towards Jason. “Come on girl, knock him dead” he whispered.

Before she could even collect herself, Júlia was staring Jason Todd straight in the face.

“I… uh… I mean… You… I…” she stuttered, blushing so hard you’d think she was drunk.

Jason had softened a bit seeing this, and gave a cocky smile, slicked his hair back and began talking.

“So…” he said, getting a little closer to her “Where you’re from I’m a big deal?”

“You… uh… Yeah, you’re a… character from… from comics…” she said, smiling ridiculously.

“Well… That’s pretty cool to know” Jason his arm around her, causing Júlia to smile even more “And I’m your favorite character?”

She nodded.

“Cool cool. So… now that you got me here…” Jason gave her a peck on the cheek and whispered in her ear “What do you want to do with me?”

At this point, Júlia made another, much more pronounced squee sound and promptly passed out. Tony stared at her unconscious body.

“Well… Shit.”

…

Júlia slowly came back to conscience and felt her whole body shaking and vibrating slightly. She opened her eyes and saw Tony in front of her, fiddling with some apparatus. She also realized the source of the shaking: She was on a train, specifically sitting in a train compartment.

“Ah good” said Tony, smiling “You’re finally up.”

“What… What happened?”

“Well, you met Jason Todd, you squeed and then you passed out.”

Júlia remembered what had happened the night before and felt her face brightening with red.

“Oh don’t worry.” Reassured Tony. “He liked you. At least enough to give you this.”

Tony opened a bag sitting next to him. It contained Red Hood’s helmet, with a signature on top that read “To my biggest fan. Till we meet again. Jason ;)”

Tony threw the helmet at Júlia who caught it and held it with care and affection.

“I get the feeling that’s not the last time we’re gonna be seeing him. He really did like you.”

“Yeah…” Júlia sighed wistfully and smiled “I liked him too…”

“Disgusting” Tony shook his head “Anyway, after you fainted, Jason left once he made sure you were alright and me and Bruce carried you to the train going to…”

“Metropolis?”

“Very good, you are paying attention.”

“And you’re playing Doctor again, I see.”

“Let me have this.”

Júlia looked outside the window at the trees rushing bye and wondered.

“Hey Tony?”

“Yes?”

“Why me?”

“What?”

“Why did you bring me on this little adventure of yours?”

“…Because you’re like the only person who’d appreciate it, I guess. Plus, it’s your birthday. Figured you deserved something pretty good, after the decidedly mixed year you had.”

Júlia nodded in thanks, and stared once more out the window, wondering what new adventures awaited them in Metropolis…

SO THIS WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME, BUT IT WAS GIVEN TO ME AS MY BIRTHDAY GIFT AND HE ALLOWED ME TO SHARE IT CAUSE I LOVED IT ALOT!!! HOPEFULLY YOU GUYS LIKE IT TOO AND HE MAKES A PART 2!!

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Pairing: TBZ’s Kevin x OC [Serena] Genre: college!au, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 3,372 Summary: Serena’s sleep is disturbed constantly due to her friends informing her that Kevin won’t stop talking about her and that she needs to come get him. First thing first, they’re not even together. Second of all, Kevin’s drunk so it isn’t her responsibility to take care of him.

Warning: swear words. college life of drinking and parties. i guess.

i mean the college scene varies person to person so it’s not that big of a mentioned, but thought i’ll put it in the warning just in case. lol other then that, the title so far for The Boyz have been hard and i wouldn’t find out what it would be until i’m doing writing. so yeah, the title to me fits and not in any way related to their song, but who knows. lol so yeah, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

Serena stirred awake upon hearing and feeling the vibration of her mobile phone before it actually started to ring with sound. She groaned as her hand quickly moved to where she last saw her device above her head and took a hold of it to silence the call. Serena didn't bother to check the caller ID as she rose up in bed to look around her surrounding first and saw that it was night now. She had fallen asleep a few hours ago having stayed up all night last night to the morning hours before getting off work once classes were done.

Serena checked her phone once again and saw that it was a missed call from an unknown number, but dismissed it to check the time instead. It was almost eleven and she glanced across the room and saw that her roommate was also sound asleep. Serena figured that Melanie would have gone to the Theta Beta Zeta party since her boyfriend was a member and that she was also good friends with some of the members, but assumed she had classes or work early in the morning. Serena forgot what her roommate's schedule was like since she barely kept up with her own having set up many alarm clocks and reminders.

Her mobile device vibrated again, but a different number popped up that she actually recognized along with the displayed image. She debated if she wanted to answer it or not and decided not to and silenced the call leaving it to go to miss call instead. Serena figured that if it was important her friend could leave her a voicemail or a text message since he should know that she didn't like talking on the phone.

Besides, she assumed they were drunken calls since he should be having fun with his brothers of T-B-Z due to the party. She decided to go back to sleep and hoped that no one else would bother her until late afternoon. Unfortunately she didn't get the chance for her head to hit her pillow when Younghoon called her again and she tiredly answered his call a bit annoyed.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Serena. What are yo-wait. Were you sleeping?" He asked over the phone.

"I was. What do you want?"

"Why are you sleeping right now? You're usually up at this hour and don't go to sleep until like four in the morning."

"Does it really matter, Younghoon?"

She settled onto her back with an arm draped over her forehead.

"What do you want?

"Well," Younghoon stalled unsure how to go about the topic, "It's about Kevin."

"What about him?"

There was silence between them, but Serena could hear the loud music and people talking in the background. It must be some party.

"Could you come get him?" Younghoon asked a moment later.

"Why? Doesn't he live with you guys?"

"He does, but he won't stop asking for you."

"Are you sure he's not asking for Beyonce instead?"

"I'm sure he isn't."

"Uh huh and so?"

"Could you like come and get him to shut up or something?"

"No and why should I? Just let him sober it out."

"It's because you're a nice person, Serena."

"That's actually a partial lie, Younghoon. I'm not a nice person at all. I'm an evil person who hates everyone. Goodbye."

Serena ended the call and tossed her phone to the side and rolled onto her side to return to her slumber. Her cellular phone rang again a few minutes later and she reached out to mute it. It rang again a moment later and Serena reached out without looking at the caller ID and answered in an annoyed tone.

"What, Kim Younghoon?"

"It's actually Changmin." Changmin corrected her with a chuckle before speaking again. "Could you please come get Kevin? He's being really annoying and clingy."

Serena turned to her other side while leaving the phone placed her other ear as her hands were folded against her chest.

"Who allowed him to drink in the first place? Also, why should I be the one to come and get him? Just lock him in one of the rooms until he's sober."

"He drank himself and it's because he keeps calling out your name. He keeps talking about you."

"I don't know why he would. Anyways, just take away the alcohol and give him water and crackers. He should sober up in no time."

"But-"

Serena interrupted Changmin.

"I'm sorry, Changmin, but he's not my problem to take care of. He's your fellow frat bro so you or the others should take care of him."

"But Serena, please." Changmin pleaded over the phone.

"No."

"Please?"

"Nope. Sorry."

"Just come and get your fuckin' boyfriend, Serena." Another voice said as Serena grabbed the phone to sit up upon the words the other male had said.

"Whoa, Jaehyun. What the fuck? He's not boyfriend."

"Well, he might as well be since he won't stop talking about you for the past hour and that he tried calling you, but you wouldn't pick up his calls."

"I don't have his number saved."

"Well then saved it and talk to him. He's a whiny drunk."

"Sucks for you then."

"Serena, please. Just help us out."

"No. I'm sure this isn't the first time he's been drunk and acting this way. You've dealt with him before so now you can continue to deal with him. Bye!"

Serena hung up, put her phone on 'do not disturb' mode, placed it under her pillow, and hope that would just settle everything. Even though she was comfortable under her covers with eyes close, but she just couldn't fall back asleep. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep again, but she was definitely sure trying to tell her brain to do so anyways. Serena then heard something land on her bed and popped up her head to see what it was. It was one of Melanie's small pillow. She glanced over to see her roommate with her light on her bedside table on glaring at her with the phone up to her left ear.

"What?" Serena asked unsure of what was going on.

"Sunwoo said go get Kevin or he's gonna dump Kevin in front of our building in ten minutes." Melanie informed her roommate before hanging up on her boyfriend.

"You're not serious, right?"

"I have no clue. That's what Sunwoo told me."

"That gotta be joking about that."

"Who knows."

The pair dismissed it as Melanie turned off her night lamp while Serena stared up at her ceiling wondering if it was true. There was no way that they'll leave one of their drunk members in front of their sorority house, right?

Serena instantly jerked awake upon hearing the pounding on the bedroom door about twenty minutes later while Melanie still slept soundly not bothered at all. Serena rushed out of bed as she made her way to the door wondering who could be knocking at this time since most of the girls went to the Theta Beta Zeta party. When she opened the door she was greeted by the Delta Beta vice-president, Ahn Yein. Before she could greet her Yein held up a hand with a tired look.

"You need to tell your Romeo to chill, Rina." Yein told her before rubbing at her eyes to remove the sleep. "He's throwing pebbles at our side of the house and I'm not the only one who's annoyed by him to which why I came to you. Also I just got back from the party as I have an early class to attend to. Plus, we don't need Miss Park investigating Delta Beta and Theta Beta Zeta on why your boyfriend is disturbing our night."

Serena let out a groan before clarifying herself. "He's not my boyfriend, Yein. Why do people keep thinking I have one?"

"Because you guys have been hanging out more than as just friends lately and you're just oblivious to how Kevin actually feels about you."

"You're joking, right?"

"Would I be standing here complaining to you if I was joking?"

"No, you wouldn't."

"Of course. Now go get Kevin or I'm telling Sooyoung to make you in charge of the SNS accounts or Yoomin to help with the new pledges starting tomorrow." Yein threatened as Serena groaned before giving in.

"Okay, okay. Please go back to your restful sleeping, Vice-President."

"Good. If not, then I'll make sure you have breakfast duties for two months."

"Please don't."

"Good night, Serena."

"Good night, Yein."

Serena bid her friend a good night as she turned around to grab her red hoodie to throw over her t-shirt despite wearing track shorts as well. Her legs could bear the cool night and she knew she wouldn't be outside for that long anyways while slipping into some light pink flip flops. She later picked up her phone and keys while slipping them into the pocket of her hoodie before leaving her room to take care of Kevin. She just hoped that he would have sobered up by now. After dealing with him she would then give the other T-B-Z boys a piece of her mind later today about leaving their member around campus for others to deal with.

Serena found Kevin passed out against the wall on the side of the house that Yein had mentioned he was throwing rocks at her windows and others earlier. She let out a sigh while shaking her head as she moved to kneel besides the male and gave him a once over at his current state.

"I can't believe they actually left you here in your drunken state." She mumbled before glancing at his face and wondered what to do. "I can't leave you like this."

Not wanting to wake up a drunken Kevin or trying to carry him with her less than par strength, Serena decided to sit by him and let him sleep it off for a few minutes before trying to wake him up and checking his actual status. Serena stared up at the night sky and remembered that it would be a cool night. Letting out a breath she pulled off her hoodie and draped part of it over Kevin's sleeping form and herself. It wouldn't completely keep them warm, but it was better than nothing. Serena pulled her phone from her pocket, turned down the brightness, put it on night mode, and began playing on it until she fell asleep unexpectedly some time after.

Kevin stirred awake with a slight headache throbbing against his temples. He went to ease the pain with his right hand, but felt a weight on his arm preventing him from doing so. He sleepily glanced to see what it was and saw a head sleeping on his shoulder thanks to the campus' lights still being on. Kevin was confused on why he was in this situation and even more confused on why he was sleeping outside in the first place. He glanced down at the red hoodie that looked a little familiar before resting his head against the wall while closing his eyes to recall the events from earlier.

He let out a low groan as bits and pieces started coming together despite the small headache. He opened his eyes to the twilight morning sky knowing that the sun would start rising in a few more hours. Kevin glanced at the building behind him and across from him and recognized where he was located. Just to make sure that this was surely happening right now, Kevin tentatively leaned forward to see the face of the person sleeping on his shoulder. He unconsciously held his breath upon seeing Serena's sleeping face.

Kevin let out a slow breath as he couldn't believe that this was really happening and knew that he shouldn't have drank anything last night. He knew that the party was going to be a banger with how things were going and the good vibes he was feeling. Kevin just didn't think it would actually lead him to his current predicament, but then again, everybody was telling him he was obvious with his feelings and that Serena was completely oblivious to it all. Kevin let out a deep sigh as he rested his head against the wall again before glancing at the top of Serena's head. He wondered what she would think of him now.

Serena stirred awake a few seconds later and this made Kevin instantly freeze with only his eyes shifting left to right in a slightly panicked state. In her awakening state, Serena lifted herself in to an upright position while stretching her arms above her. Unknowingly, her left fist met with Kevin's face to which he was slow to realize what was happening and he let out a sound that alerted her of his presence. Serena whipped her head to her left and saw Kevin caressing his left cheek from where she had punched him a few seconds ago. Everything came back to her and she glared at him even though she was still making sure if he was alright.

"How's your face and your memory?" Serena asked him in a firm tone.

Kevin still rubbed at his cheek, but replied to her question. "They're both fine. Although I have a slight headache."

"Good and I'm sure you do. Anyways, do you think you can make it back to your house without falling over?"

Serena stood up while taking back her hoodie and slipping it back on along with placing her dead phone into the pocket. Kevin felt sad upon the lost warmth that she had provided while glancing up at her.

"I dunno. I've never been that drunk before and so sitting right here feels a lot more stable."

Serena glanced down at Kevin with a tilt of her head.

"Why did you drink so much?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you get drunk?"

"Because I was drinking a lot."

Kevin grinned up at her as Serena rolled her eyes while lightly kicking at his leg.

"Why did you drink so much that you were calling out my name and asking for me?"

"Oh, that."

"Mmhmm."

Kevin looked down at his lap and began playing with his fingers instead of answering her question even though he wasn't even sure how to answer Serena because he, himself, was unaware of what he had said in his drunken state. Serena squatted down to be at eye-level with him with a small smile gracing her face.

"Do you really like me that much to ask for me when you're drunk instead of Beyonce, but act all shy now that you're sober again?"

Kevin slightly glanced at her with a soft smile before glancing back down at his fingers playing with them again while giving her a vague answer.

"Maybe."

Serena bit the insides of her cheeks while debating on what to say and actually coming to terms with how she may feel for Kevin as she thought about it.

"Y'know, Kevin, even though I was oblivious to your feelings for me despite what the others have said to me these past few months, but I didn't think you actually liked me like that since I thought it was more of a friendly gesture and assumed you were just being comfortable around me." She admitted.

Kevin's attention turned to her in surprised as Serena averted her eyes to stare at the concrete floor instead.

"If I told you that I had feelings for you and also liked you back, what would you do?"

"I would, uh, well, um-"

Kevin went speechless as his mind totally blanked out and he didn't know what he would do or how to even answer her. He would mumbled incoherent words one by one after the other as Serena glanced back up at him and watched how his face contorted in several expression trying to figure out the right words to say to her. Serena couldn't help but laugh at his expressions which broke Kevin away from his little panicked moment. He became shy and sheepish while glancing back down at his fingers with a slight pout forming upon his face a second later.

"Hey, don't pout. It's not a bad thing." Serena explained before letting out a small laugh afterwards. "It's kinda cute though."

"Yeah, tell me that when the girl I like just laughs in my face about my speechlessness." Kevin mutters as his pout deepens.

"I mean, that's a good thing isn't it? You just confessed to me."

"Yeah, but that's now how I wanted to confess to you."

"And I'm sure you didn't want me to find out how much you like me and wanted to talk to me when you're drunk, too, right?"

Kevin was about to respond, but ended up closing his mouth instead. Serena chuckled at his reaction while standing back up.

"Anyways, the sun's about to rise in an hour or something like that, I have no clue as my phone died, but let's go back to bed and talk later like in the afternoon."

"I don't want to. I'm comfortable right here."

Kevin refused while turning his head away from her like a child although a second later he turned his head back to face her.

"Why not join me?"

"I wanna go back to sleep. I actually like my comfy bed more than the concrete floor and brick wall. Also, I need to charge my phone before my evening class later today. Plus, I don't need Miss Park to catch us outside the Delta Beta sorority house wondering why you and I are literally sleeping against it, Kevin."

"You sure do have a lot of excuses for somebody who just confessed they like me a while ago in not wanting to hang out with me, Serena."

"Then I take it back, Kevin Moon. I don't like you."

Serena turned to walk away, but Kevin reached out to take a hold of her hand while also partially colliding against the concrete floor. This didn't stop him from talking though.

"No, don't take it back. Wait, please."

Serena glanced back and almost laughed out loud at his current position, but repressed herself from doing so.

"Are you okay?" Serena asked as she crouched down while swaying their held hands back and forth.

Kevin propped his other hand up so that he could rest his chin on to his left palm while shooting her a cute look.

"Now I am."

"Eww, so cringey. Didn't know you were like this, too."

Serena made a face as Kevin laughed before picking himself up and bringing Serena to stand upright alongside him as well.

"May I walk you to your house's door, Serena?" Kevin asked.

Serena gave him a once over before asking him something else instead. "Shouldn't I be walking you to your house's door due to your current balance status instead?"

Kevin scoffed.

"I'm fine, Serena."

"Are you sure, Kevin?"

"Yes, c'mon."

Kevin tugged her in the direction of Delta Beta's front door while glancing over his shoulder at her before facing forward again.

"I know you were joking about the whole taking back that you like me part."

"Oh yeah? Then why did you panicked just now and almost kissed the concrete floor instead?"

"Because I just wanted to that cute thing."

"Mmhmm, sure."

"Either way, Serena, we both know we like one another now and so let's date."

"Can we discuss all of that later today. I really wanna sleep. Or better yet, can we discuss that this upcoming Saturday. I'm totally free. You can have all of my free time and attention then."

Serena reasoned as the duo arrived at the front door of her sorority house. Kevin looked at her with a wide grin. Serena had an uneasy feeling upon seeing his smile.

"Okay, Serena. Saturday will just be me and you spending it together with no interruptions."

"All day together, together?"

"Mmhmm. You can't take it back as you have already given me your free time and attention."

"Fine, but just don't go around throwing pebbles at my window though to wake me up."

Kevin let out a laugh with a nod.

"Got it."