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pixies-and-poets · 10 months ago

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Well, well! What have we here! If it isn't your girl Bramble "I'm going to write fanfics but ONLY RARELY" Scramble with another fanfic!

I don't know if I'll ever continue this story directly, but I thought up a starting point for the Divine AU and haven't been able to stop thinking about it for a couple of days. Enjoy my attempts at "localizing" things into Greek! Phantom is also literally Dionysus here, but it's strange to call him that, so I did what we in the business called "cheesing it" to get us back to his familiar name.

As always, thank you for putting up with my Phandrow obsession lmaaaooo. And now enjoy...

An Appeal to the Heavens

It was mid-morning of a bright day in early spring, and the city streets bustled with activity. Children and adults alike ran about wearing colorful togas or tunics. Street vendors shouted from the sidelines, or pushed their carts straight through the crowd. The drinking was heavy, and wine stained the lips and tongues of many a mouth.

It was the middle of a festival, after all.

The Dionysia lasted for a whole week, and mostly celebrated theatrical productions both grand and small. But today there were also competitions for poetry: theatre’s cousin, and also much beloved by theatre’s God. There were different categories for original poetry throughout the day: epic, tragic, comic, romantic. It was an hour yet before they began, and every adult was preparing themselves with the appropriate amount of inebriation to survive the more tortured of verses- and purchasing fruit to throw, if need be.

Through the mass of pure white or brightly-colored clothing pressed a man who stood out from the rest in his somber long tunic, so dark brown as to be almost black. The only spot of color on his form was the vibrant pink ribbon that tied the cloth around his waist. More notable than his clothes, however, was the way he literally stood out amongst his fellow rabbids: his tall, slender but top-heavy form being so unusual that it drew plenty of rudely curious gazes.

…Or at least, that’s what he imagined they were looking at. More likely, they were staring at the tiny raincloud that followed in his vicinity, bobbing here and there as if to observe the festivities, and occasionally giving off a little thunderclap of excitement.

The tall man carried a bundle wrapped in white cloth close to his chest, protectively but not too tightly, as delicate and guarded as if it were a newborn child. He weaved through the crowd with extreme care, so as not to let anyone bump him and his precious cargo too hard.

Finally, he reached his destination- a grand temple, richly decorated above and among its pillars with carvings of grapes and their vines and leaves, and the masks of comedy and tragedy, and harps, and musical notation. Atop the pillars, its triangular pediment was carved with a relief depicting actors upon a stage.

For a moment the visitor stared up at the building in awe. He could have spent hours taking in every detail. It was so large, so ornate, compared to the temple in his home village! There was only one, which all the gods had to share, their little shrines jumbled up against one another inside. This one was so huge, despite its dedication to a single god alone! But it only made sense- this was THE main temple to Dionysus, in the city that was holy to him.

And yet… hardly anyone was around. The wide set of stairs leading up and inside were the least crowded space the tall rabbid had seen for a while. This surprised him a bit - he had expected others to have the same idea as him, to come to pray. Perhaps most people saw little use - or little fun - in being pious at a temple, when the whole city was transformed into a shrine for the god’s honor.

The visitor slowly approached the doorway, and then turned around. He noticed his cloud hanging back- the little thing rarely came into buildings to begin with, and certainly not temples.

“I won’t be long, Katára,” he addressed it, with a gentle smile. Then he turned back and entered the structure.

He found himself in a massive hall. On the left side was a large dias - a stage, in fact - and on the right, rows of seating, raised up in tiers. Here plays were sometimes performed, but right now they were elsewhere, all over the city. And at the far end of the hall, which the visitor was now walking towards in the space between the stage and the audience, was a statue.

The newcomer's green-blue eyes, which were often somewhat squinted due to his poor eyesight, widened in amazement. The statue was larger than life, much much larger than even the largest mortal rabbid he had ever seen. And it was an incredible piece of workmanship. At its base, a large harp - which the god’s body was said to contain - was delicately rendered and covered in gold. This was subtly part of a pillar, which supported the statue’s upper body - the god with one hand at his chest and the other stretched out, his hair flowing, his eyes closed and his mouth open in divine song. All of this was carved in stone, but painted in vibrant color: the purple of his toga, the green of the grape leaves in his hair, the red of his mouth, and even more purple on his wine-stained lips, which were said to be a near permanent feature.

Most astonishingly of all, however, is that his giant round belly was made entirely of glass, through which the harp could be seen.

Never before had it been more obvious why the god had earned the colloquial name of the Phantom. He usually kept his stomach transparent, like a ghost, so that all might see the glorious instrument inside. Most statue depictions, of course, could not capture this detail, or had to attempt it in the most rudimentary of ways. He also went without legs most of the time, his body culminating in a ghostly tail- although legends claimed he could give himself legs, if it was more fun to have them.

There was another reason he'd earned that name, of course. He was infamously elusive, appearing before mortals extremely rarely, at least in this age. Some gods, like the hero Perfectus or his less heroic brother Augustus, dwelt among mortals almost full-time; others appeared rarely, but at least sometimes... and the Phantom was almost never seen at all, at least in his own form outside of some disguise.

"So that's what you really look like, eh?” said the newcomer as he gazed up in wonder. How different this was from the simple wooden carvings in the temple of his village! Those certainly couldn’t pull off a trick of transparency like this. Before he knew it, he was at the base of the statue, which was raised up on a huge pedestal of its own. His eyes were at the level of the harp, and he could see his own reflection- a poor, tired poet, gazing at a form of divine magnificence. Embarrassed by his own awkward reflection, he looked upward again, at the face of a god who was rapt with the joy of performance... and without thinking, he reached out a paw and touched the glass.

He stood like that for a moment, before suddenly coming to his senses, embarrassed and ashamed. He took his paw away, and saw that it had left a faint print. At this point he was more relieved than ever that not another soul was present in the temple. He must clean that off in a moment. But for now…

He looked around the edges of the statue’s base. Various tributes had been left here recently; sumptuous costumes and props; bundles of papyrus that were probably play scripts, piles of coins, and more. The newcomer found some empty space and sat his own bundle down, gently unwrapping it. Out he pulled a bunch of grapes.

It was a healthy group - each individual a rich reddish purple, as full and round as the god’s own belly, with no bruises or wrinkles or rot. The ideal representation of the fruit. He had spent far too long at the market this morning, picking out the absolute most perfect bunch he could find. In fact, he was pretty sure the vendor had charged him extra for it after seeing how long he had agonized and deliberated.

Now he sat them tenderly at the base of the statue, and used the freed cloth to wipe off his paw-print. He stood back, looking at his tribute nestled in amongst the others… and felt shame. They were only grapes, after all. Nothing compared with the expensive clothing and masks and other offerings on display. He sighed. Still, it was about all he could afford to give. …That, and his endless devotion, of course. If the god would have it.

But no one seemed to want it.

The visitor tucked the cloth away within his tunic, and then knelt before the statue, his ears flopping forward over the top of his head. He brought his long arms together and clasped his hands and shut his eyes.

“My Lord,” he began. “It's been a while. It's me, Tristan of the Woods, from Chróma Próta… do you remember me? I’m very far from home. I used to pray to you in rhyme, but… well, I think you must not have liked it, because you never answered my prayers. -But I don’t hold it against you personally! None of the gods ever do.”

He sighed, feeling like he was messing this up already. “-So anyway, I thought I might try something different this time. I thought I should be more casual. Perhaps you’d like that better…”

Tristan paused here. His knees were already hurting from kneeling on the stone floor. He opened his eyes and looked up at the statue, at the torchlight reflecting off its glass, making the god seem to glow.

“You know,” he said, “if I’m going to be casual, I should go all the way. Commit to it. I hope you don’t mind.”

He went around the side of the statue’s dais, where there were no tributes laid out, and heaved himself up onto the platform. This was the side where the statue’s ghost-like tail snaked around, and the visitor settled himself into the crook between the tail and the statue’s body, resting his back on the glass, curling his legs up behind the tail.

“Well then.” He began to speak once more, looking alternatively down at his knees, or the statue’s tail, or the decorated walls around him. “I’m here today because - I need your help. Desperately. If there’s ever a prayer I need answered, if you only answer one in my whole life, let it be my request to you today.”

He shifted, slouching down even further against the statue. “You see, My Lord… I am a poet, yes? Or at least I call myself such. But in my hometown, they do not like my poetry. I don't blame them, because neither do you, it seems- the gods, I mean.

Well, despite everything, I care for my hometown. I want to give back to them. It just so happens that they're holding elections soon, for the archon- you know, that’s someone who’s sort of in charge of a town, among us mortals. A lot of decisions, and a lot of responsibility. The only thing is, it’s only open to people who can pay a certain amount of money… to prove we’re financially stable, and responsible, and well-to-do.”

The poet took a deep breath, then exhaled sadly. “The problem is… I’m NOT. I have hardly any money. I barely scrape by. And that’s why… that’s why I came all the way here, to the poetry competitions. I entered myself in all four of them, you know! It’s going to be a busy day for me. But just winning one… that would be enough. The prize money would be all I need to enter the election.”

The rabbid turned his upper body around, to look up at the statue once more, though from here he could only really see the side of his toga, his elbow and his flowing locks. “So… since this is your festival, I was hoping… maybe you could inspire me today, to do extra well? Or… perhaps convince the judges to see the virtues of my work. Whatever you can do, as a god, to help me win. Just one little competition! I… I would prefer it were the tragic poem, as I’m always most proud of myself in that regard. But any will do. That’s all I ask. Just one, my Lord. It’s for a good reason, I promise you.”

He turned back around, put his hands together once more, and was quiet for a moment. When he spoke again, it was softer. “Even if you don't like my poems.... maybe you can pretend, just this once. And in return… if there’s anything you wish of me... just let me know somehow. Send me a vision, a divine message in a dream, however you wish to reach me. I will do whatever you ask.” The poet suddenly had a feeling that he might dream of the god that night, and for other nights to come, divine vision or no. He felt very warm, and blushed. Could the gods tell what a mortal was thinking? Especially if they were in the god’s own temple? He desperately tried to suppress the thoughts that had been bubbling up inside him since he first laid eyes on the statue, on the god’s fair face. Absurd thoughts.

“There are, perhaps, better deities to pray to,” he continued quickly, drowning out his thoughts by speaking, “for poetry specifically. But… I have always been drawn to you above all gods, My Lord. I know you have never answered my devotion with any reward, but… well, you are busy, I’m sure, granting the wishes of playwrights and actors from the cities. And who am I but a humble poet from a town buried in the forest? I… would like your assistance, My Lord, but above all I simply… I simply pray that you hear me. I have come here, to your grand temple, and although I have little to offer…I do have myself. And I want you to know that I am ever your faithful servant. I am yours, body and soul, if you will have me. …Thank you for listening.”

During this last bout of speaking, he had closed his eyes, clutched his hands together, and bowed his head once more. Now he opened his eyes and stood up. He got down off the pedestal and walked back to the front of the statue. Trembling, he looked up at it one last time, and felt the warmth rise again to his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He was so beautiful, and the lowly poet so unworthy…. How dare he ask for anything?? And what’s more, how dare he dream- how dare he entertain the thought even for a moment- that the god would take notice of him as anything more than yet another wish to grant, or more likely, to ignore?

Ashamed of his whole endeavor, the poet turned and left in a hurry, to rejoin his cloud and prepare for his first oration.

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But the poor mortal did not know the terrible truth! His prayers had not been ignored on purpose. In fact, they simply weren't reaching the long ears of the gods.

They never had.

The poet was well aware of his own ill luck and misfortune. It was a reality he lived with every day, with every verse he spoke. But he had been taught as a child that the gods heard everyone out, no matter how pious or fallen, no matter how glorious or meek. Little did he know, so complete was his curse, that the Fates blocked his messages from ever reaching the holy realm.

Today, though… in that realm, far above the land in which mortals struggled and died…

The Phantom’s eyes opened. He opened his mouth, too, very wide - not in song, but in a mighty yawn - and he stretched his arms and shook his silver hair.

Then he groaned and flopped backwards again onto his bed. He really needed to stop having drinking contests with Augie. The god of wine always came out on top, of course, but it was a close one, with the sea-god just barely passing out when Phantom was at his limit. The constant beach parties in Pharos Philia, where Augustus made his home among mortals, had trained him well.

The god of theatre, wine and merry-making was feeling anything but merry this morning. Under the dull pounding of his hangover - something to which even the gods were susceptible - he felt a prickling in the back of his mind. He had prayers to listen to.

Of course he did; it was the third day of that damned festival. He had ceased to care about it decades ago. Mortals always followed trends in their work and their lives, and their trends repeated in cycles, each generation thinking they were the first to discover some grand theme or unifying truth about existence. For a short-lived mortal, their little dramas, both those on a stage and those not, always seemed important and new. For a god, it got boring after a while.

And yet… today he had woken up with a strange feeling. A premonition he could not shake.

Perhaps, for the first time in years, he should visit his own festival. In disguise, of course. It wouldn't help his headache, but… he had nothing better to do.

The god closed his eyes, and the eyes of the statue in his grand temple opened, and glowed. He was looking through them.

….But there was no one around to notice. The temple was completely empty.

Of course, Dionysus thought. Of course it was empty. No one was at the festival to actually celebrate or worship him. They were there for their own entertainment or their own glory, as actors and writers, directors and choreographers. Well, he supposed he couldn't blame them. He knew the feeling.

At least this was a choice spot to manifest into the mortal world, then. In a sparkle of gold, a body materialized before the statue- the guise of a mortal rabbid, although notably larger and more rotund than the average. He had given himself legs, and was dressed in an unassuming blue toga, and even transformed his hair into fancy curls and a neat little ponytail, quite different from the messy locks he was normally depicted with. Still, he did not want to alter his inborn beauty too much. He hoped no one would catch on.

He turned around to give a brief glance over the tributes at the base of his statue. There were some finely-wrought objects and pieces of clothing, but still, nothing compared to what he saw every day in the land of the gods. Some mortals had even offered him their mortal play scripts- eurgh, no thank you. But just as he was about to turn away again, his eyes caught a small spot of purple.

He walked over and saw… a bunch of grapes. They looked delicious, and clean, and very fresh. Someone must have left them here quite recently! As far as he was concerned, this was the only useful gift in the collection.

With a smile, the Phantom picked them up, and strode out of the temple, eating the succulent orbs one by one.

#mario plus rabbids #mario + rabbids #phandrow #woodrow #ts woodrow #the phantom of the bwahpera #soh divine au

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acharacterwithoutastory · 4 years ago

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Look, if a literary work about christianity that pretty much uses the same tropes anf techniques used since the dawn of literature were to have such a great impact on successive literary works in a way that forever shapes an entire culture and an entire language, to the point that people end up reciting it as a way not to lose their humanity in Auschwitz, i would simply not call it a fanfic. Rip to non-italians but I'm different.

#have you noticed that it's always the divine comedy that's a fanfic #never paradise lost #never shakespeare version of romeo and juliet #🤔#anyways with tropes and literary techniques i mean things like self insert #yea i'm using an old meme sorry #i've just read a thing that makes me angry #literature #dante alighieri #the divine comedy #personal #holocaust mention

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ddarker-dreams · 2 years ago

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For your fanfic writer ask game, 36: What fanfic of yours has the symbolism you’re proudest of?

ohh i wasn't expecting my fanfic writer ask game to pop up but i am always down to discuss this topic 👀👀

i have two contenders that i can't really pick between, so i'll discuss them both...

the first being a batch of “bad endings” formatted as a reference to dante’s divine comedy, with the theme of the different circles of hell being the central tree from which everything branched off. it’s wild to me that i like this work so much since i think i wrote the entire thing in a day?? i was absolutely possessed i swear. i wanted italian cultural references (and some biblical considering italy’s closely knitted history with the roman catholic church), and felt content with how it turned out. i have to make use of my extensive biblical knowledge somehow.................... who would’ve thought the main outlet would be yandere fanfics on tumblr.com............

as for the second contender, i think the ongoing work deep sea (no, i Haven’t forgotten about it) is another personal favorite. there are some things i can’t discuss since it’d be a spoiler, but i did extensive research on shintoism and gained a newfound appreciation for the religion. i mostly just wanted to make sure i was depicting inazuma in a realistic/respectful way hjtrkmger

i especially felt happy about the name of deep sea reader’s okiya, shinju-an. shinju could be translated as pearl (referencing reader’s connection to the ocean), or lover’s suicide if you were just hearing the word or seeing its romanized version. this would obviously be cleared up if i included the kanji (shinju-an would be 真珠庵 I Think?? noticeably different from 心中庵) buuuuut i didn’t know the best way to incorporate this detail in anything other than a footnote 😭 so i just know about it and go :3c hehe.

that’s just to name a few of the cheeky stuff i put into the story . i’ll have to make a dedicated list someday.

#suicide mention #scarlet ribbons #deep sea #answered #Anonymous

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 3 years ago

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are you a harry potter fan? the hp au post kind of rubbed me the wrong way as i don’t believe there’s a way to critically enjoy a work created by someone who has caused so much direct harm to trans people

In fact, I am not a Harry Potter fan lol. I've never read them, I was not hyped by the movies while they were popular, and HP aus are still not my favorite.

BUT

There are indeed good ways to enjoy interesting media created by terrible people.

It's nothing new, in fact. If you do some research, you're going to find renaissance artists recreating a certain painting of someone else because they thought they could do it better. It happened between Ancient Greek authors, it happened between people creating new religions out of old religions.

The idea of a person taking just the good parts of a certain creation and creating something new out of it as very very old. Humanity would not be here today if someone would decide to ignore certain creations just because their creators were assholes.

Do you know why doing this is justify? Because it'd be amazing to (for example) keep JK legacy alive to remind future generations how awful person she is/was. Sometimes the best way of rebelling against a person is taking the thing they love and saying "actually no, you're wrong".

I present to you an amazing concept: "parodies".

There's no better way of making fun of something like recreating that certain something and twisting it to its core. For example, do you realize how many horror concepts come from people criticizing the Bible? Or catholicism? Many songs are rewritings of another songs, and many books are inspired in older books.

In fact, I liked that wizard au because it is not explicit the hp world. So it's not promoting it in any way. Because if someone doesn't know what is hp, they won't notice. And even if they do, JK is not receiving money for it.

I mean, of course a person needs to acknowledge the work the inspired them, but we as society can always choose to ignore the original content creator and original work, enjoying better new versions. I mean, totally out context but you don't have to like catholicism to enjoy the Divine Comedy.

You can enjoy a fanfic while criticizing the original content, so don't worry about it.

For me, I have never personally engaged that much with hp, like I said. I reblogged it because the art was wonderful, I liked the implications that one could create when combining the bnha world with a sort of sibling of the hp world, and this will help hp and bnha fans find some material they love without giving money to jk.

Of course, you're free to block that content if you don't agree. Remember you are free to enjoy omly the content you agree with.

#Shan's asks #Mha #Bnha #My hero academia #Boku No Hero Academia #Shan's personal opinions #Shan's opinions

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mystiquepriestess18 · 3 years ago

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So here are my Top 3 favorite (headcanon) ships in FF Universe ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

1. AeriSeph (Aerith x Sephiroth)

I LOVE to pair characters who contrast and parallel with each other. Just like Yin and Yang ☯️ where two opposing forces are meant to balance each other. I love the many possible dynamics they will have.

Opposites attract, right?

(/^-^(^ ^*)/

Sephiroth who was 'created' to be the "World's Most Super Soldier"(you know what I mean) and of course, to be the Strongest Weapon of Mass Destruction. I know it sounds evil but actually, this boy TERRIBLY NEEDS A HUG. ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

Why Fate is so cruel to him?! ┻┻︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵┻┻

Aerith, on the other hand is a Human-Cetra hybrid. She inherited the ability of her Cetra ancestors of being able to communicate with the Planet. So, of course, being the Planet's confidante (jk) actually, she does not 💯% know Gaia's will but because she bears that 'special gift', it is her duty to protect the Planet at all costs.

And their parallelisms speak of themselves. So they are a POWER COUPLE.

"She calms my chaos; he fuels my fire"

2. CaiRai (Caius x Lightning)

Actually, I have always adored Caius since the release of FF13. The moment I saw him, I was like, "His hair is so cool! I love the feathers accent on his head!"

(Poor me, Im a big fangirl when it comes to boho style especially in men 😅). Jokes aside, here is an another 'Power couple' dynamic. Literally, 'POWER' since both of these two characters are the strongest in the whole FF13 universe. Only that, Caius is the villain while Lightning is the she-ro.

I swear, I'll never get bored watching them fight against each other (literally for eternity) especially when their chemistry is oozing with fire and ice. Fire, since Caius is one big naughty boy and Ice, since Lightning is immune to his (subtle flirts *winks*) taunts and compliments

(Sorry girl, its just that I can't believe how hard as rock it is for you to notice this man's smooth 'villain/admirer' moves) 😂😜

"A million years is too short for us to settle this fight. It would take a lifetime for me to properly get to know you better."

3. GenTifa (Genesis x Tifa)

So another "unlikely" rare pair since I think only a few people ship them. But as for me, actually it was my sister who is a die-hard fan of this ship and I was towed away with her 😅. But I did not regret it after reading some of their fanfics (which fueled the 🔥 even more).

Genesis, the eccentric, haughty, sassy, dramatic, poetic, fashionable, genius, manipulative, elegant ... (my impression of him is greatly tainted by the fanfics I've read 😆) 1st Class Soldier who is Sephiroth's colleague (and let us not forget about Angeal). So the Holy Trinity is complete! ✨

Actually, I find him amusing. Not just with his eccentric tastes but his love for poetry (despite calling it 'Loveless') 😅. I am a big softie for poetry, especially of its hidden messages and symbolisms.

I like to counter his "prim-and-proper / prudence" with Tifa Lockhart's "tough but cute" personality.

Oh-ho! She may not look like it but she's one tough cookie! 💪 Plus she's HOT! The dynamic between these two would surely make it into either a disastrous yet fun storyline or a cute romantic comedy with a dash of feistiness, of course! 😂

This reminds me of a fanfic I just recently read where Genesis is a divorce lawyer who does not believe in marriage and prefers to have the life of a bachelor with multiple dates and Tifa who is his conservative neighbor was just recently dumped by her long-term bf. Genesis lends her a hand and everything is history 🤫😉.

I swear, I was giggling the whole night reading that fic. 🤭

"So the Gift of the Goddess was her all along; Im divinely blessed ...

He is eccentric, arrogant, handsome - yes, but he's too full of himself that I want to mellow it down for him by kicking his @$$."

So I have been recently busy making some fanarts, fanvids and headcanon storylines for them .

Here is the update:

I just finished making 2 AeriSeph fanvids (actually they are 3 - the first one was published in my YT account years ago), 3 GenTifa fanvids (OMG!! I just can't get enough of them, especially with my sister giving me more ideas to make 😅), 3 FF7 parody videos and Im currently working on my 1st CaiRai fanvideo 🤞.

AeriSeph week is fast approaching but I am still dazed with all the parody headcanons 😅. Humor does not want to leave me!

Well, in the end, I would greatly benefit from all the work I've done since I want to entertain myself with my creations 🤩. And of course, I love to share them to everyone by posting them on my social media accounts. 💌

Thank you to all those who supported my works. Im totally a newbie with digitalart and my fanvids are pretty simple and straightforward 😅 but I will never forgive myself for not putting all these overflowing ideas into reality.

Muchas Gracias! 😘

Arigatou Gozaimasu!

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feynavaley · 5 years ago

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Submitted by @lotuslol:

Curious questions :3

Q1: What part of Italian culture/history do you think is unfairly unknown/underrepresented/underrated? Or you think that Italian culture is appreciated enough?

Q2: Do you get annoyed when people ask you about Italian things because you are Italian? If so, you can skip Q1 if you want :3

Btw, when you described baby Mattie in the Btbp prequel as an angel from those paintings Arthur used to see, I was like “true Italian right here!!” And couldn’t resist imagining this scene as a classic Renaissance painting 😂

I know this can sound silly/weird but I just wanted to share it with you :)

I hope you are doing awesome! 😊

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Thank you so much for your interest! 💖

1) This might sound odd, but I actually… don’t know how to answer this question? I don’t watch many movies/TV series and I’m afraid to say I’m very ignorant in this department. I don’t know enough to say how Italy is represented in general in international media, therefore, I couldn’t say which parts of Italian culture and history are underrepresented or not acknowledged. 😅

The only thing I can say is that, regarding Italian characters in general, I wish people would not always focus on Mafia. It’s something that I see a lot. Mafia sadly is a strong reality in Italy, this much is true, but it’s not all there is to it. For example, Italian schools used to offer an absolutely excellent preparation and problem-solving skills. I know many people who went to attend university in the US and found it very easy because they were used to being asked much more in high school. I also know of many people who, straight out of university (Italian universities, this time) went to work in the US and quickly climbed to leadership positions because of the way the Italian university tends to be structured. You study loads and loads of theory – and maybe, you come out of it not so overspecialized, but the strong theoretical bases give you a good starting point to analyze and solve problems, even if they are slightly out of the box. It would be nice to see this acknowledged. But maybe, it already is. I just don’t watch enough TV to say for sure. 😅 And I really think that calling this ‘unfair’ would be too much, anyway.

Actually, I think that calling the lack of ‘Italian representation’ in media that aren’t Italian ‘unfair’ is unwarranted in general. It’s not that I don’t appreciate if non-Italians decide to explore Italian culture, but they aren’t under any obligation to do so. I don’t presume I am entitled to that. If I want so badly to see something focused on Italian culture, I turn to Italian literature or movies. (And there’s quite a lot to choose from, I have to say.)

I also don’t know enough to say if Italian culture is underrated in general. There are certainly some people who reduce Italy and Italians to some shallow stereotypes – if it’s not mafia, then they’re just backwards simpletons without any culture other than being hospitable. This is something I see quite a lot on Tumblr, actually (along with a general dismissal, if not straight disrespect, of Italian culture). However, I don’t think Tumblr is a mirror of the attitude most people have in real life. I have known many foreigners who had a deep appreciation for Italian culture, art, and literature. Actually, I would say that Italian culture is less underrated than many others. That said, I really have to restrain myself not to snap at the sheer arrogance of typical Tumblr users having the gall to call a work of art like the Divine Comedy a ‘self-insert fic’. If they think it’s even remotely comparable to a fanfic, it’s clear they don’t have the slightest idea of what it truly is. Which isn’t a problem – non-Italians don’t have to know Italian literature! – but then they cannot presume to judge it. This arrogance appals me. Sorry for the rant, but I really think this crosses the line of offensive, at this point.

2) Of course I don’t mind people asking me about Italy! Actually, I appreciate the interest. 😊 Just like I love learning about other cultures, I like talking about mine with people who aren’t familiar with it. There are some topics I don’t wish to touch because they are too complex and I don’t have enough time to tackle them properly, that much is true, but in that case, I just say it. No harm is done in asking. (As long as you ask nicely, of course.)

Lastly, thanks for sharing your impression! Little Canada just strikes me as a child with a very angelic appearance. 😅 Pale skin, delicate features, shiny loose curls, very innocent-looking… I really picture him having a vibe similar to a putto or a small cupid from a painting. (Thinner, though – I see Matthew as a thin child, kind of sickly – but this is mostly about the face.) And since Arthur was used to seeing those painting in Massimo’s house, I think he would make the connection. It’s really nice to hear you noticed that detail! 😍

I wish you an amazing day, too! 😘

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BakuDeku AU Fics

(*) Indicates my most suggested reads.

daisies bunches and heather branches by halcyonwhispers

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Flower Crowns, Language of Flowers, punk!Bakugou, Crushes, Pining, Fluff, so sweet you'll get cavities Summary: izuku falls in love with the foul-mouthed tattoo artist next door.

And You Got To Me by hopeboiwonder

Rating: Mature Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Partying, boring jobs, disgusting boys in love, Extremely Sensory!Bakugo, Socially inept!Bakugo, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Katsuki POV, Alternate Universe - College/University, Barista!Izuku, as if it couldn't get more cliche, singer!Izuku, Neuroatypical!Katsuki, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Autism Spectrum, op is relating too hard to bnha characters always.... Summary: Katsuki's need to immerse himself in something that wasn't his new day in day out routine of working and sleeping leads him to discover a coffee shop in the middle of the night. Cafe Yagi.

Izuku's hair billows and bunches, chasing after him like a salty, green ocean wave; churning up crests of bright shimmer from the light above. His eyes brown bowls speckled with rich golden rings around his pupils; and remind him of the thin film of crema on top of a freshly pulled espresso shot...

Needless to say, coffee hasn't left his mind since.

Love Lucky Charm by Tenten Dragon Fire

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako mentioned Characters:Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki mentioned, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko mentioned - Character, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead mentioned, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Tokoyami Fumikage, Iida Tenya mentioned, Uraraka Ochako Additional Tags: Attempt at Humor, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Fate & Destiny, Screw Destiny, I Tried, Christmas Eve, Christmas Fluff, Please Don't Hate Me, I Will Go Down With This Ship, It's not as much angst as the tagging says, happy holidays, Secret santa event, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Coffee Shops, Some kind of strange mix between those two Summary: “How long has it fucking been since that day?” “In two hours and 37 minutes it will be exactly four weeks. But who keeps the count?”

Prompt: ”You can’t see your soulmate’s eye colour until you meet them”

Heaven by jcssicwrites

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, baby’s first fanfic, College Student Midoriya Izuku, Barista Midoriya Izuku, Daddy Kink, Age Difference, Business Man Bakugo Katsuki Summary: Katsuki chuckles when he takes the drink noticing how flushed and flustered is. He is very cute, and maybe he wants to make him flush more. Maybe he wants to push him against a wall and make him beg for more. Maybe he wants to cover his cute freckles in kisses and cum. He wonders where else the cute barista has freckles...

In which Izuku is a cute barista and Katsuki is a rich business man who wants to own him.

Drinking Watermelon by warschach *

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Summer Camp, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Explicit Sexual Content, Humor, get that 'izuku is plain' shit outta my house, katsuki back at again being awful at love but great at making an ass of himself, Recreational Drug Use, Underage Drinking Summary: For whatever reason, maybe divine fate, Izuku turned and looked over his shoulder and waved to them.

Katsuki’s heart full on stopped right then, and his fingers forgot their duty on the rails, and his body neglected its job to keep Katsuki balanced.

Izuku’s summer sweet smile fell into concern as Katsuki went airborne and cracked his skull on the porch.

or Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Learning Curve by iknewaman

Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, one-sided Izuku/Todroki Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Deaf Midoriya Izuku, Sign Language, Alternate Universe, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - College/University Summary:“Izuku.” Uraraka repeats as she motions at the person stood next to her. Green curls, average height, and, well. Up close, not such a bad smile. Uraraka points a thumb at Bakugou and enunciates slowly, “This is Bakugou. He can speak sign language too.”

Wait. Sign language?

The stranger— well, Izuku— looks at him with a raised brow. Their free hand lifts up as they make a slight motion of the hand.

‘Really?’

Bored out of his mind at a house party one night Bakugou is introduced to Izuku, a deaf student who offers to help teach Bakugou sign language in exchange for a favour-- or well, is prompted into asking for a favour.

Hand Speak by pissunicorn

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Uraraka Ochako Additional Tags: Deaf Character, Fluff and Smut, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki is a Dork, Budding Love, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Slow Burn, Sign Language, deaf!izuku, Alternate Universe - College/University, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, i swear the angst is short lived Summary: “You think you’re some hotshot, huh? You’re not going to even apologize, aren’t you?” Bakugou folded his arms, waiting for him to get on his knees with grief, but he turned around and picked something up from the counter inside. “Hey! Hey are you serious? I’m talking to you!” Bakugou had no qualms about barging into his house uninvited. “I said I’m talking to you! Are you Deaf-”

Puppies Puppies by Esselle

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Utsushimi Camie, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pet Store, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Tattoo Artist Midoriya Izuku, Puppy Store Owner Bakugou Katsuki, Puppies, Sexual Tension Summary: "So after doing all that," Katsuki says, "you're just going to settle here? Tatting up wannabe bad boys?"

"You think all guys who have a lot of tattoos are wannabes?" Midoriya asks, so smoothly that it throws Katsuki.

"Wh—no, I mean—maybe!" Katsuki says. "You'd know best, wouldn't you? Are you a bad boy?"

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes it, and he regrets them immediately. There's a figurative list of things that one should never do, and probably high up on it is asking dark-haired sailors with ocean green eyes and black swirls of ink all across their barely concealed muscles if they are bad boys.

Katsuki thinks he has everything he needs in life: a successful pet shop, an occasionally reliable assistant, and the unconditional love of the twenty puppies he’s raising for adoption. But when the tattoo parlor next door hires Midoriya Izuku, a hot sailor with an affinity for dogs, it makes Katsuki wonder if he might need something more.

Like… a piece of that ass. Maybe. He’s figuring it the hell out as he goes.

A Good Old-Fashioned Tattoo AU by lalazee

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Childhood Friends, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima & Deku kiss exactly one (1) time toward the beginning Summary: “We were childhood friends. From babies. Then UA happened and, well –” A shadow crossed Deku’s face just as he turned away from Katsuki, and something clenched in his chest.

The notebook, burning in Katsuki’s fist.

“Then we went our separate ways,” Deku said lightly.

After their paths had split, Bakugou & Deku meet again as adults. While Bakugou begins to repent for the kid he used to be, he also starts to prove himself as he the man he is now.

Summer Camp From Hell by LocalTrashBin *

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: bakudeku, Summer Camp, Izuku and Katsuki team up, The kids all have original names cause I made them up, except Kota, Campfires, Kirishima is a great friend and needs to be appreciated, so does Iida, kind of slow burn depending on how long you like your fanfics, the kids are sterotypical children, comedy and fluff, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, They're all dorks oh my god, Summer Camp AU, Jealous Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki knows whats up, Completed, This is just like pure fluff, I hope y'all like campfires Summary: A fight breaks out between Izuku and Katsuki, it's the straw that breaks the camels back and the two are forced between the option of working in a summer camp together or expulsion.

Let's just say it goes just about as terribly as you'd expect.

Reparations by Merrywetherweather

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Hisashi (Mentioned), Kirishima Eijirou, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, the last two are going to show up much later, Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fantasy, D&D Dynamics, Dragonborn (D&D), Fae & Fairies, Elves, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, AOB Fic, Childhood Friends, friends to rivals to lovers, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Omega Verse, Omega!Deku, Alpha!Kacchan, bakudeku, KatsuDeku, Rating will go up, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Fluff, Some scenes have the potential to be dubcon but I won't ever let it get that far I promise, Dragonborn society is less sexist than human society in this when it comes to secondary genders, Blood, Fights, Scent Marking, Scenting, Spells & Enchantments, Bickering, Imprinting, Soulmates, Denial of Feelings, Love, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Requited Unrequited Love, Nymphs & Dryads, Druids, Competition, kabedon, sassy deku, Flirting, Burns, Scars, Trials, Carrying, Magic, Jealousy, Protectiveness, Possessive Behavior, but in healthy amounts, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hugs, Romance, Kissing, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Claiming Bites, Claiming, Sex, Sex In A Cave, Knotting, Mating Bites, Biting, Riding Summary: When Izuku was a child, he was told to never enter the woods. But being in possession of the shortest attention span a four year old is capable of, he ignores his mother's warnings and stumbles after a very pretty butterfly. What he finds, instead, is a friend. His first and only friend.

Izuku is in his twenties now and he no longer runs to meet with the childhood friend who pushed him away so long ago. His mother and their village are on edge because he's way past his presenting years and he still hasn't had his first heat. He's defective. An omega who can't present can't find a mate or have kids, not like he's ever been inclined to find someone or have children. After leaving the confines of his small minded human village and wandering out into the woods once again, in search of a better life, that all changes when he runs into the one person he hoped to meet but never thought he'd see again.

Not Another Glass Slipper by Crandberrycrush and paigetaylor

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Mitsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Cinderella Elements, Top Midoriya Izuku, Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Age Difference, Height Differences, Family Drama, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Addiction, Family Member Death, Romance, this is not a slow burn Summary: Katsuki’s life was no fucking fairy tale. He wasn’t some damsel in distress, and he did not need some fucking knight in shining armor to save him. So what the hell was Prince Charming doing showing up at midnight and begging for his help?

The Devil Blues by iknewaman

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka Additional Tags: Police Detective AU, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Alternate Universe, Station Cooperation Operation, Strangers to Lovers, Quirkless All Might, Police Captain All Might Summary: The 78th precinct's police captain, Toshinori Yagi, has volunteerd his squad to help implement the mayor's wish of increasing the successful cooperation between the city police and active Pro-Heroes. Each detective is to be assigned a Pro-Hero who will shadow them for two weeks, and the operation has been dubbed the 'Station Cooperation Operation'.

Although it is not well-received by those involved, Izuku Midoriya, current detective at the 78th precinct and loyal follower of captain Toshinori's ideals, believes that the operation will be a success. If his captain says it will succeed, there isn't a doubt in Izuku's mind that it will.

That is until he meets his assigned Pro-Hero.

While You Were Sleeping by Belkacaramelka

Rating: Mature Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Fake Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Past Midoriya Izuku/Shindou You, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Shinsou Hitoshi, Hatsume Mei, Yaoyorozu Momo, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, While you were sleeping (1995) AU, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Ketsubutsu Midoriya Izuku, Fake engagement with person in coma, Mistaken Identity, Izuku rescues Todoroki and is mistaken for his fiance, Bakugou thinks it's BS, Bakugou doesn't know what he's in for, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Midoriya Izuku is a Vicious Little Shit, Shinso and Mei are the new Dekusquad, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Ketsubutsu cameos, Bad Puns, Gratuitous use of pop songs, Freudian Slips, Train Accident Scenario, Love of cats, Social Media, Rom-com, smutty dreams, Mutual Pining, Bakugo Katsuki needs to fight his feelings out, Angst, Aged-Up Character(s), Dance Combat, Breakup Recovery Kit, Monoma cameos, Hidden Rairpairs, Extra Proposals, Misunderstandings, Fluff and Humor, Intelligence Agent Deku, now with art, now with epilogue Summary: The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Quirkless AU based on the film; endgame BakuDeku.

Katsuki didn’t know when the change had happened: how he had gone from asking why Todoroki chose Deku of all people, to wondering why it was Todoroki that Deku chose.

Troublesome Deku, who cooed like an idiot at cats, tripped at a random catcall and sang badly. Who, despite everything, proved that it wasn’t the quirk that defined a person.

Deku, who was too much, not his, and undeniably off limits to begin with.

Update: Epilogue added

Welcome to Magnolia Springs! by pearliegrimm

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Category: Multi Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou, Asui Tsuyu/ Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto/ Iida Tenya Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Original Child Character(s), Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki Additional Tags: THIS SHIT IS JUST LIKE OVER THE HEDGE, Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Katsuki is gonna square up on all the PTA mothers, The solid and profound use of 'fuck' every couple of sentences, Homophobia, Drug Use, Abuse, Trans Character Summary: Bakugou Katsuki was going to tear up this shitty suburbia, one school bake sale at a time.

Amongst the quinoa encrusted mundanity of 'fuck-knows' springs, Katsuki is in for a lot more than just another relocation.

Payphone by flowercafe *(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Hawks (My Hero Academia), Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi (My Hero Academia), Uraraka Ochako, Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: vigilantes, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Wrong Number AU, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, more tags will be added as I go, Canon-Typical Violence Summary: Izuku’s in trouble — like, SOS trouble. Lucky for him, he’s one phone call away from salvation. Hopefully his trembling fingers dial the right number, because it would really suck if he accidentally called a stranger right now.

The “I was walking home alone in the middle of the night and someone started following me so I ran into this phone booth with a lock on the door to call for help, but my hands were shaking so badly I accidentally dialed the wrong number and I don’t even know who you are but please help me" au — ft. a Quirkless Izuku whose misdial connects him to the personal cell line of pro hero Ground Zero.

dirty chai by bishounen_curious(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Kirishima Eijirou, Iida Tenya, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki, i love a good ensemble fic Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - College/University, Enemies to Lovers, Alcohol, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Consent, Developing Relationship, Fraternities & Sororities, Power Dynamics, Mental Health Issues, Customer Service is Great,Barista!Izuku, jackasspatron!katsuki Summary: Y’know, Izuku doesn’t mind his part-time barista gig. It’s painless money — he likes his tiny, student union coffeeshop, likes his coworkers, his customers.

All customers, but this one.

Cinnamon Spice by Sonday(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Shindou You, Uraraka Ochako, Yaoyorozu Momo, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Winter, Autumn, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, Flirting, Comfort Summary: A cozy story about a sweet coffee shop bartender and a smoldering customer.

Let Me Down Slowly by Brofriend Writes(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Not Rated Archive Warning: Underage Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters:Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Komori Kinoko, Yanagi Reiko, Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Band Fic, High School, Aged up characters, Battle of the Bands, Singer Katsuki Bakugou, Singer Ochako Uraraka, Drummer Iida Tenya, Guitarist Izuku Midoriya, Alec Benjamin Music, Soft pop music, Indie Music, band club, non-beta'd, Bassist Kirishima Eijiro, Eventual Smut, Underage - Freeform, Consensual Underage Sex, Kissing, Fluff, Cute, sexy bakugou, Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Top Midoriya Izuku, Fluff and Smut, First Time Blow Jobs, Sexual Tension Summary: When Plus Ultra's lead singer loses her voice right before The Battle of the Bands, Izuku and Iida have to find a female lead singer with high range ASAP in order to still participate.

Luckily or unluckily, Izuku finds salvation in his angry classmate, Katsuki Bakugou, who he bribes into helping them.

Notes: Going to be a cute, short-ish fic. Maybe 15k-25k words in total. Just had this on my mind lately and needed to get singer!bakugou out of my system and hopefully clear my writers block. Enjoy watching Izuku lose his mind while trying to process pretty Katsuki singing :)

Painting Flowers by Arysa(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, everyone else Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Tattoo Artist Midoriya, Flower Shop Bakugo, Strangers to Lovers, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Tags Are Hard, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Rating May Change, Aged-Up Character(s), Drinking, Slow Burn, Dabi is Todoroki Touya, Fluff and Humor, Let Them Kiss 2019 Summary: Bakugo Katsuki has one rule: Do NOT Date.

Well, there were more but that one in particular had served him well over the years in avoiding the drama and the neediness that came with relationships. Katsuki doesn't have time for that shit. The only things he needs are his friends, his family, and occasional flings that end after a single night.

However, when Katsuki has to take a temporary job position at his parents' flower shop, he stumbles upon one Midoriya Izuku, a quiet regular that simply comes to the shop to sketch flowers all day long. The man even somehow has the ability to make butterflies erupt in the blonde's stomach without uttering a single word. And when he does finally speak, he is able to send Katsuki's heart racing in a way he hasn't felt in years.

Will he be willing to compromise his own rules, his own goals, in order to know more about the green haired artist with the nervous smile?

Bombing King by brichibi *(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina, Hakamata Tsunagu | Best Jeanist, Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Rock Stars, Celebrity Crush, Secret Crush, Masturbation, Concerts, Backstage, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia) Summary: Izuku Midoriya is a top student at a prestigious university who, like many others, listens to music while he studies. While looking for a new CD with his friends, he discovers the lyrical stylings of one Katsuki Bakugou, a rather aggressive musician who definitely earns that "parental advisory" label. It's not something Midoriya would listen to. No. Certainly not. He's not buying his CD. He's not watching his interviews. And he, most definitely, is not crushing on him.

Right?

Album Title in Progress by Allotrope *

Rating: Mature Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, BakuDeku - Relationship, DekuBaku - Relationship Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto, Dabi (My Hero Academia) Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Bakugou was in a boy band, Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), as a kid though, quirkless au, baku doesn't know what the sex is, i mean he does but like, Memes, Slow Burn, they keep their hero names, cuz music people use stage names so, lil bit of angst, Music Business AU, more like love at first hear, izuku's a smartass, Eventual Smut, Romantic Comedy, they're all so dumb, dadmight Summary: "I mean, technically, sure. Anyone able to sing can sing. But am I good at it?" Deku left the pen alone so he could gesture as though he was weighing two different invisible objects. "...Yeah, I'm okay."

Now that got a chuckle out of Katsuki.

"I wouldn't call that just 'okay'."

OR; Izuku's singing makes Katsuki realize sex is Real™ and uses those feelings to make a bomb-ass(lol get it? cuz his quirk is...) album while also helping a self-doubting Izuku realize how fire his mixtape is.

the baking prodigy in the all-might pajamas by lucyheartfilia(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Additional Tags: College AU, Fluff, Basically a bunch of college shenanigans, Strangers to Reluctant Friendship to Friendship to Lovers, Beware Katsuki's Colorful Language, Art Major Katsuki, Physics Major Uraraka, Psychology Major Iida, Literature major but is really good in the kitchen Izuku, All-Might is a Comic Book Character, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia) Summary: College AU in where angry art major Bakugou Katsuki kind of, sort of falls in love with a cute, green-haired nerd that likes to bake in his all-might pjs at questionable hours of the night.

The Space Between by Kanae_vR *(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Mature Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka, Todoroki Shouto. Monoma Neito, Kendou Itsuka, Toga Himiko, Dabi (My Hero Academia), Iida Tenya, Midoriya Inko Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, POV Midoriya Izuku, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Emotional Constipation, Eventual Romance, Character Development, Fluff and Angst, Developing Relationship, Aged-Up Character(s), Mild Sexual Content, Alternate Universe - Punk, Explicit Language, Belligerent Sexual Tension, Band Fic, Photography, Minor Violence, Injury Recovery Summary: Holding his expensive camera tightly between his hands, Midoriya Izuku looked up at the once-white letters displayed on the black storefront banner. “The Hard Luck Bar,” he murmured to himself, unsure if he was getting ready to enter or flee.

Amateur photographer Midoriya Izuku is stuck in a rut and desperate for a change of pace. Deep in his city's grimy underbelly, he finds exactly what he's looking for in the form of an underground punk sensation on the verge of their big break, fronted by a foul-mouthed firework of a human being.

Loud, brash and passionate, Izuku may have just found the creative spark he needed, as well as something new to set his soul ablaze.

to you, on the other side of the screen by stars_go_dim(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou, everyone Additional Tags: Youtuber AU, Youtube!Au, bakugou is a gamer, midoriya is a beauty guru, kirishima has a prank channel, weird content, Fluff, Slow Burn, izuku doesn’t have a foot fetish, I swear, Attempt at humour, references to youtubers, kinda ooc ??, cute stuff, I’m sorry, kinda gross tbh, izuku os beautiful tf, how does bakugou survive, Social Media, bkg plays the guitar, Weird shiz, ok bkg also does vlogs, he is also lowkey flirty, Bakugou is bad at feelings, izuku is such an angel, ok bkg is not as violent as he is in canon, but he still swears sometimes, implied KiriKami, izuku is the sweetest boy hhhhh, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, no powers au, no quirks, videos described in detail, Mutual Pining, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Vomiting Summary: Bakugou is a popular YouTuber when he suddenly stumbles upon Midoriya’s makeup channel. But why is he so interested in some random kid he found on YouTube?

or alternatively

that YouTube au nobody asked for

Drive It Like You Stole It by OpalApparition *(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M, F/M Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul, Toga Himiko, inko, Tonoshiri Additional Tags: Crimes & Criminals, Organized Crime, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Slow Burn, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Kidnapping, Death, Comfort, Redemption, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content, LGBTQ Themes, Fast Cars, stealing cars, Theft, Gangs, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Oblivious Midoriya Izuku, Street Racing, Smut, Drug Dealing, Street Fights, Self-Esteem Issues, Minor Character Death, Size Difference Summary: In the seedy city underground, Katsuki Bakugo spent his whole life jumping from one adrenaline high to another. Stealing and racing cars is the name of the game, and Katsuki plays to win. One chance meeting with the shy but feisty Izuku Midoriya during a job changes the rules - Fighting to maintain control of his high speed life, Katsuki finds himself on a crash course with rival gangs, police, and the consequences of his own actions.

Introverted masters student Izuku Midoriya spent his whole life playing by the rules. One drunken bar fight has him accelerating into a world of theft, sex, drugs, and drag racing with no signs of slowing down. Oh. And having a cop for a roommate doesn't help.

the street racing car-jacking BNHA AU that literally no one asked for... with illustration!

The Grand Prize Is by Go_Beyond *(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Ashido Mina, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Iida Tenya, Monoma Neito, Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Kendou Itsuka, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Shiozaki Ibara, Toga Himiko, Dabi (My Hero Academia), Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Japanese Next Top Model, Older Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), katsuki is a model, Midoriya looks up to Bakugou, Eventual Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Sassy Midoriya Izuku, Toga is an asshole, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Todoroki Shouto is a Dork, Iida Tenya is a Good Friend Summary: Midoriya Izuku had always looked up to Bakugou Katsuki's elegance on the runway and even more so on the big screen, and somehow he found himself standing in front of him. On the next episode of Japan's Next Top Model- who will make it to the top?

Izuku's Home for Wayward Pets by glamour_weeb *(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Todoroki Shouto, Yoarashi Inasa Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Knotting, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, animal/human hybrids, Angst with a Happy Ending, Past Abuse, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Breeding Kink, Praise Kink, Hurt/Comfort, Possessive Behavior, Mutual Pining Summary: Izuku works at the Bureau of Companion Protection as a rehabilitator for abused and abandoned Companions, animal-human hybrids. He’s seen his fair share of cruelty cases and even fostered a few Companions, but he’s never had a Companion of his own, until now. After rescuing Katsuki from a life in an illegal, underground Companion fighting ring, Izuku must take in the wolfdog that no one else can handle.

Eventually, Katsuki comes to love his new home, as well as his new Master.

How to Train Your Useless Dragon by Mikacrispy

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Barbarian Bakugou Katsuki, Dragon Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is Toothless, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, romcom, Romantic Comedy, Don't Examine This Too Closely, Genderbending, Genderfluid Character, it's a magic dragon, Don't expect my magic dragons to stick to human gender norms Summary: Bakugou Katsuki needs to kill a dragon to take its teeth and become a warrior of his tribe.

But, what? Why the fuck doesn't this dragon have teeth?

Written from the promp "What if Izuku was the dragon?" Shamelessly How to Train Your Dragon inspired.

#bakudeku #katsuki bakugou #midoriya x bakugou #bakugou x midoriya #midoriya izuku #bkdk #fanfic #fanfiction #fic rec #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #my hero academia #all the AUs #flower shop au #coffee shop au #tattoo shop au #college au #university au

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niceprophecies · 5 years ago

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“[…]the characters who get much more of the spotlight are unarguably the most adored by Good Omens fans—the demon Crowley (played to hissing, sashaying perfection by David Tennant) and his angel co-conspirator Aziraphale (an utterly cherubic Michael Sheen). Having said that, the execution of the duo’s story was something of a shock for a fan like me, who will freely admit to shipping the heck out of the pair for ages, and even reading and writing fanfic to that end. A bunch of it. And also to dressing up as Crowley and Aziraphale for Halloween with my partner. It’s well known that Crowley/Aziraphale shippers are a sizable contingent of the Good Omens fandom, to the point where both Gaiman and Pratchett had made note that they were aware of it, with Gaiman recently noting that fanfiction and its ilk is also Making Stuff Up, which is the same as all writing—though they did say that making the duo a couple was not their intent when they wrote the book.

Which is fascinating because this miniseries is emphatically a love story.

I know, I know: They say they’re friends, what’s wrong with friendship, you friend-hating fiend. But there are endless stories dedicated to platonic friendships between two male friends. (Or male-seeming in this case, as they are truly an angel and a demon, which then ultimately begs the question of whether conventional sexuality or gender should even apply for the two of them, and it likely shouldn’t, but that’s a fairly long digression…) While modern fiction seems to have a hard time understanding that it’s possible for men and women to “just be very good friends”, the precise opposite can be said for queer people. We’re always presumed to be “just very good friends” and nothing besides. Having said that, it is entirely possible for people of the same (or similar) gender to go from being true best friends to being in a relationship of some sort. It is also possible to say “you’re my best friend” and actually mean “I love you” or even “I’m in love with you.”

Exhibit A, when Crowley is making his way to Aziraphale’s flaming bookshop (he doesn’t know about the fire yet), the Bentley is playing Queen’s “You’re My Best Friend”—which is not an ode to frienship in general, but in fact a love song written by Queen’s bassist for his wife. Immediately thereafter, Crowley arrives and opens the doors to the bookshop, and being unable find the angel, promptly has a complete breakdown over the what he assumes to be Aziraphale’s death. It’s not the shock or disbelief over losing a friend that we can see in Crowley’s face, but utter desolation. “Somebody killed my best friend!” he screams, slumped on the floor in anguish. (Again, I remind you, John Deacon’s friend in the song that served as the cue for this whole scene was his spouse.) Crowley then immediately goes to a pub to get trashed, forgetting his plans to escape the Earth before the true Final Countdown because he’s just lost the most important person in all of creation to him… wait sorry, that’s Creation with a capital ‘C’.

The point is (as Crowley would say, drunkenly, before beginning a long-winded aside about dolphins), the entirety of the Good Omens miniseries unfolds with all the beats you’d expect of a romantic comedy/epic, and that is very much the hinge on which its enjoyability swings. It’s not just the song selection—“Somebody to Love” starts playing when Crowley exits the bookshop, believing that he’s lost Aziraphale; violins swell when the demon reveals to the angel that he has saved his beloved books from a bombing during the London Blitz in 1941—but the entirety of the plot. These alterations to the story seem to reach some sort of zenith during the deep dive into Crowley and Azirapahle’s “Arrangement” in episode three. The opening half hour of the episode works hard to create greater context for their six-thousand-year partnership, tracking them through the ages, and finally closes out in 1967 with the angel handing over a thermos of holy water to his dear friend, saying sadly “You go too fast for me, Crowley.”

He’s talking about Crowley’s driving. But of course he isn’t, because there is no context on this earth in which the words “you go too fast for me” are about being in a car, friends.

This is the part where the usual suspects roll their eyes because culture has endlessly enforced the idea that queerness is conditional and that “slash goggles” (i.e. viewing not-canonically-comfirmed characters as queer) should be derided and that the only person who should get a say in the sexuality of characters is the author—unless the author flat-out says their characters are queer, in which case, they should have made it more obvious if they expected anyone to believe that.

But this pairing is pretty damned (sorry, blessedly) obvious. It’s obvious in the way the Aziraphale bats his eyelashes at Crowley and grumps about the fact that his pristine old jacket now has paint on it, then smiles beatifically when the demon vanishes the stain by blowing gently on his shoulder—both of them knowing full well that Aziraphale can remove the stain himself with angelic will. It’s obvious in how angry Crowley gets when Aziraphale claims he’s “nice”, and Crowley shoves him up against a wall in a standard intimidation tactic that the angel barely registers as fury. It’s obvious in the way that Crowley sits across Aziraphale with a drink every time they’re out, and simply watches the angel indulge in rich foods. It’s right there even at the start, when the Angel of the Eastern Gate shelters the Serpent of Eden from the world’s very first rainstorm with one of his wings, through they both have a perfectly functional set to themselves.

We’re at a point in time where more and more writers and creators are perfectly aware that fans will see characters as queer whether they are written explicitly that way or not. Being aware of this—and not having anything against queer people—many of them say something to the tune of “you can view this relationship however you like, we’re cool with that”. It’s very nice. To some extent, it’s even incredibly helpful, because being okay with the queering of characters goes a long way in telling homophobic people that their vitriol toward queerness isn’t welcome. But when a huge swath of a fandom is queer, and certain characters are commonly rendered as queer to most of those fans, and then we are given a version of the story in which interpreting those characters as just great buddies is honestly taxing to one’s logical faculties… well, it’s hard not to wonder at what point the “straight” view of said characters is likely destined to become a minority interpretation one day.

Which is precisely where I found myself while watching Good Omens.

This clarity kept turning up and tuning in, even in the terms of their dear Arrangement; after Crowley suggests that they start doing work on each other’s behalves during a run-in in the 6th century, another meeting at The Globe in Shakespeare’s day sees Crowley bringing it up again, only to have Aziraphale try and shoot the idea down. “We’ve done it before… dozens of times now,” the demon wheedles, and he might as well be saying “But we’ve made out a lot lately, I think it’s time to accept that you like hanging out with me.” To make up for sending Aziraphale to Edinburgh, he agrees to infernally intervene to ensure that the Bard’s latest play (Hamlet) is a rousing success—and again, the angel offers up that ethereal smile and Crowley takes it as his compensation, as though it’s all he ever wanted in the world.

People may cry, stop shoving your sexuality in other people’s faces! (They always do, like a reliable clock striking the hour with a very irritating chime that you can’t seem to turn off.) But that’s hardly the point, is it? Because I didn’t say anything about sex, I said they were in love. And I’m having a very hard time finding any evidence to the contrary.

Critics and most of the internet have noticed how romantic the show is. The actors did as well, and talked endlessly of it in interviews. The series gives us longing glances and a messy breakup and drunken mourning and a canonical bodyswap (the stuff of fanfic dreams, my lovelies) where Aziraphale strips Crowley’s body down to its undergarments for the purpose of taunting Hell. At the point when everything threatens to blow up in their faces, Crowley asks—sorry no, he begs—Aziraphale to run away with him. And then when it’s all over, he invites the angel to spend the night at his place, and Aziraphale’s response is “I don’t think my side would like that” which is basically divine-speak for “I came out to my family and they’re not cool with it, so I’m not sure this is gonna work.” This has all the markings of the sort of Shakespeare play that Crowley appreciates: the funny ones where no one dies. And it ends on our couple having a lovely lunch in a fancy locale while a swoony love standard plays on in the background.

It’s odd to think that the fact that it took over two decades to produce a Good Omens series is part of the reason why the romantic aspect seems more unabashed than ever; in the book, plenty of people think Aziraphale is gay and that the angel and demon are a couple, but it’s done with that wink and nudge that was common around the turn of the century. These days, teasing at the idea that your core duo might seem a little gay to onlookers doesn’t constitute a ready joke because there’s nothing particularly funny about that suggestion when queer folks are fighting so hard to be seen and represented. And the lack of those winky moments, the way the story simply takes their codependency as a sweet given, makes Aziraphale and Crowley read even more genuinely as a pair. But if you had told me this was the version of Good Omens that I’d see in 2019, I’d have never believed a word. I was ready for extra background, more story, different jokes, but not this. Not confirmation that there are other angels and demons exchanging information and working together in Crowley and Aziraphale’s reality, but Heaven and Hell have a specific problem with their partnership because they clearly love each other too much.

And sure, you can read the story differently. You can choose to ignore those cues and enjoy a story about two very good friends who help to avert the apocalypse. I’m sure for some, that’s a more enjoyable take. But I’m more curious about whether or not, in twenty or thirty years time, people will think of the Good Omens series as anything but the story of an angel and a demon who spent six millennia figuring out that they should probably buy that cottage on the South Downs together.”

#good omens #review #spoilers #love this

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chipswithfanfics · 7 years ago

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❝ Private Lessons ❞ Taeyong

• Genre: Smut, teacher!au, university life, comedy (?). • Rating: +18! • Pairing: Taeyong x Reader • Summary: Every student looks forward to summer vacation, and it does not matter if you're in elementary, middle school, or college. And you was more than ready for your trip to your aunt's house. Anything would be better than staying in that hell. But it's amazing the ability a simple and damn warning has, does not it? Consequently, it was because of a warning that you would have to spend the entire vacation taking private lessons with the handsome and angelic substitute teacher. "Goodbye cruel world, I'm taking my ticket straight to hell." You said on the day of your condemnation for insufficient attendance. Speaking of which, the part of the angelic is ironic, because Professor Lee Taeyong could be anything but an angel... but you can not deny the handsome part. • Word count: 8.4k sorry

• Request: “hello! i saw that you were a new writing blog so i decided to write a request since i’m a writing blog as well! i was wondering if i could request a teacher au headcanon for taeyong?? you can make it how ever fluffy or smutty you want it haha! if you do decided to do it, thank you so much! i’m interested in seeing your work! hope your blog does well! 💘” by @textingyong

A/N: thanks for the support! it was a pleasure to write a teacher au with Taeyong (jesus, I think someone just turned bias wrecker)... aand sorry for the delay, i got carried away and ended up getting this huge thing, hope you like it!!

The pencil hits a total of seven times in your notebook, which is blank. You sigh, you did not sleep last night, and thanks to your roommate who decided to do a series marathon.

The yawn that takes your mouth is huge.

You do not care about class. Because it's boring, and especially: you do not want to be there, sitting in that room, in that chair, much less at that university.

But you are, and all thanks to your parents and your older brother. So much that you perfectly remember your exciting words of farewell, two years ago… "Fuck you!" Yeah, a very loving relationship with your family.

The truth is that you have been sent to this university, more exactly, to take administration college because your parents are tremendous assholes. But you love them, anyway... I swear.

The point is, in two years of school, sharing a room with a girl named Seohee, you're already too tired. The tests every month? You do not care anymore. The assignments to deliver to the teachers? Fuck this shit. Internship? Internshipwho?

In fact, your classmates barely know how you can still get through the disciplines, but you know very well: you're afraid that your dad will cut allowance, because it's basically the only thing that keeps you alive there.

Because university life is not that sea of roses that everyone thinks, at least, is not what your high school version imagined…

In the way that if you received the news that the end of the world was tomorrow, you could not be more grateful !!!

But the world will not end. At least not now…

Because in fact your world only ended on a Monday morning, when the drowsiness was so great that you were almost throwing yourself on the floor.

Of course, thanks to your dear Seohee, who knows that you will only sleep when you finish watching the whole series: and of course you could not watch Supernatural in a single dawn.

And you end up giving up to the urge to take a nap...

You stick your face in the book, and you sleep right there. Want someone with awesome skills?? Stan Lee can interview you for the ability to sleep anywhere, under any circumstances

And everything gets worse when you're out of your divine night's sleep.

You pull a beautiful snore. And, you’re out of orbit.

Happens that, you wake up completely lost hours later, do not even know what day it is.

You raise your head with incredible speed, about to apologize to the teacher—because he's a nice guy—only to realize that… There was a man, very young, writing on the board, his hair lightly combed back

And the most incredible: he is so young! And thin and...

Then you process everything Where's your belly? Where's the bald head? HE ISN’T THE PROFESSOR!!!

There is a deep silence, the group that talks for twenty-four hours a day, finally, shut up, the next colleague takes off the headphones, the teacher turns to write on the board, and even the birds out there stop sing. The famous trap of the universe...

"Who is it?!" And you ask to the colleague on the side. Should be a whisper, should, in the past imperfect because it was everything, anything but a whisper.

You practically yelled, and everyone listened.

Probably God is thrusting his face into his palm right now. Such a shame...

And your friend turns red like a bell pepper, you too, but it only takes a matter of 30 seconds because your brain is still processing the shame you will go through.

"I am the substitute teacher" The handsome man, dressed in a slim suit, no sign of a tie, but with a nice straight smile between his lips, says.

You freeze and finally blush like a chili.

"Sorry, professor." You whisper, your voice sounding more like a whimper.

The first thing you notice is how sharp his eyes are, as if he could see directly the bottom of your soul.

"What's your name?" He cleared his throat, and all eyes were directly on you. Swallowing dry... You want to die. You will die!!!

"Y/n, sir" replying, you take a deep breath, taking the breath of confidence, after all you've never been afraid of any other teacher. And it will not be the substitute teacher that will change that…

Then he opens a smile, a side smile, not showing much of the teeth, he leans back on the table.

"I hope you have slept enough, Y/n, because I want a report of this and the next class for tomorrow"

Do you know the part of wanting to die? Cancel it! You want to throw yourself from the window!... Which leads to the same.

You find out later that his name is Lee Taeyong.

And no, he will not be his teacher for only a week or two, but throughout the rest of the period, because the teacher himself, the nice potbellied— in which you forgot the name—suffered an accident.

Damn it!, you curse mentally, of course you're sorry for the accident, but could not he have this accident in the next period?

The first five days pass

And you must accept reality, the cruel reality that comes down to Professor Lee Taeyong memorized your name.

It may sound like something natural, but look, university professors give classes to classrooms with an average of twenty to forty students, and usually give classes to more than one room per period.

And if Lee Taeyong memorized your face, it's because it can only mean one thing… And no, it's not because he miraculously fell in love with you (we're not in a fanfic... or are we?). But because he marked you!

And in two years at that university, you've created a code of conduct with your dear friend Seohee and company; Johnny and Jaehyun were the aggregates.

1) Not reprove for lack of presence, because it is the height of humiliation.

2) If you can not answer the test, ask your colleague on the side!

But the last, but not the least

3) Never… Under no circumstances Not even in risk of death… Let a teacher mark your name.

"You're..." Johnny held his tongue against the roof of his mouth, you sighed, almost thrusting his face into the table. "Fucked-up." And you knew that perfectly well!

"I do not need you to declare my death sentence, Johnny." You grumble.

You spent a whole week of mourning since then, lying in your bed, thinking of all the scoldings you would receive from your parents, because probably this damn teacher would do anything to reprove you.

And you even thought of all the shit your beloved damn big brother, Taeil, would say.

But then, in the middle of the night you have a brilliant plan...

"eUREKA!" You scream, getting out of bed with a leap.

Seohee rolls out of bed, scared to hear you screaming in the middle of the night.

"What was it this time?!"

"I'm going to study!" And this is your brilliant plan... You decide, for the first time, to try really hard and stick your face in the books

Because, remember the report that Professor Taeyong had asked for? You did not do, just like all the other reports he went through.

Just like, you missed most of his class—and you was almost reproving because of it...

Hence you took courage, and went to face your biggest fear of the year... Attend a complete class of the substitute teacher, without hiding behind the books, without pretending that you're sleeping… without thinking of throwing yourself out the window.

Lee Taeyong's eyes are penetrating, and that's the main subject among girls. He seems cold, and his tongue is sharp, he is too smart, and the voice is always expressed with confidence...

The girls melt for him.

Except you, in part. Because his eyes, somehow, are always in you… and you can swear that it is not for a very good reason.

In fact, you would not be surprised if one day he followed you to the dormitory and kidnapped you to sell your organs on the black market.

"Less drama." Jaehyun laughed when you confessed the reason behind your nights without sleep.

"He's a monster!" You whined in response. "I'm sure he's planning something right now! I can see through his eyes."

"And why would he do it? Relax, he has no reason enough to reprove you, you know..."

Jaehyun knows nothing... Reproof is now the last of your worries.

And that happened four days ago, right after you had the brilliant idea of really studying—and let's be honest with each other here, this thing did not last long.

The scenario is that you were in the cafe, where you got the best espresso.

Steam are flooding your face, smell coming in through your nose; it was the best motivation to keep you studying, and you were doing really well. You understand sentence by sentence. You're smart, there's just something missing to give you a push—you think… until you turn the page... And you may wonder from when and how the college includes alien's language in the curriculum.

"Why I have to do this?! I do not understand anything!" You grumble, taking a sip of your coffee, the smell now no longer helps in anything, in fact, it only gives you that urge going up your throat, to just dropping everything. "Who does he think he is to pass this whole shit-"

"Has your teacher asked for too much?" The voice sounds right behind you, it's rough and familiar, so familiar that you want to run away from there without looking back.

Your alarm whistles high in the head—and it only beeps when you do shit.

You look back and your head could almost roll away if it was not tightly attached to your neck.

And it's none other than Lee-fucking-Taeyong holding a large disposable cup of coffee, slightly frowning.

What have I done to deserve this karma? You wonder. Maybe putting laxative in the juice of your eight-year-old brother was not a good idea.

"He must have a good reason. Do not you think, miss Y/n?" He says, taking a sip of the coffee, his eyes expressively watching your expression twist.

You figured out exactly five ways to commit suicide, all five ways would not work out.

The point is… You already consider yourself dead anyway.

Because the rumors that begin to grow in his class, and in the neighbors, is that Lee Taeyong is the son of a famous family involved with the traffic, the mafia, and murders out there...

You want to cry… and you really cry soo much...

And the amount of times you take the substitute teacher looking directly at you while perfectly explaining the discipline is almost countless. Just as countless times you swallow dry.

But it does not take long for you to feel some relief, the summer vacation are approaching and well... YOU FINALLY WILL BE FREE FROM THIS HELL!! You literally scream when you arrive on the last day of proof, which happens to be the that proof.

"Jesus, what is the need for such shouting so early in the morning?"

"People scream with happiness when they are about to leave purgatory, Johnny!" And you scream again.

For you, there could be no greater happiness than to finally get rid of the college and finally, finally, travel in the summer vacation. Because it was two years ago that you did not enjoy the air from outside, and you really needed it, even if it was in your aunt's house—because you were still giving the silent treatment to your family.

And the next day, you make all your bags, choose your best clothes, even gave a renewed in the general look, you have a nice smile on your face and say goodbye to Seohee, giving a big tight hug.

And you're leaving to say goodbye to Johnny and Jaehyun when...

Your foot slightly slides on the floor. "??!" You do not understand, and the eyes fall in the direction of where your foot is placed.

Is a letter signed by the director himself... addressed to you. Shit! Shit! Shit! Damn Shit!

It turns out that, anyway, you crossed the campus to knock on the door of Jaehyun and Johnny's bedroom. In place of the huge smile, you have a big baby face after you let the ice cream fall to the ground… and in the case, the ice cream was your vacations and the gravity that put your dream in the ground is the own Lee Taeyong.

"I said..." You cry. Jaehyun is the only one who gives you the shoulder, Johnny is busy packing his things. "I said he would find a way to get his revenge."

"It's just extra lessons, Y/n" Johnny says.

"It's just to make up for your faults." Jaehyun agrees. "If you had done all the classwork..."

"Are you dumb?!" You exclaimed, almost choking. "What would be the best way to kill a student if you were a teacher?"

The two stare: imagining if you are suffering from a panic attack. "How?" The two ask, after a few seconds, turning their eyes back to your desperately dramatic image.

"Giving private lessons!"

On the day of your first class, you went into despair, but you were still there, in the classroom referred to in the warning letter. Anyway, what would be worse after all? Face your furious father or face the sharp eyes of Lee Taeyong?

You took courage by pulling air into your lungs. The morning breeze flowed deliciously cool through the windows, and the room seemed ghostly with your presence there and no one else. Was too much space for one person.

But just as the door opened, seeing your private teacher come in, completely well dressed, you swallowed.

Soon all the space to spare has become little, really… scarce to be shared with your teacher.

"Can we begin, miss Y/n?" His tone is always contained.

You sit down, picking up your books, notebooks and pencils. Listening to Mr. Lee's voice beginning to dictate, you try to concentrate What happens is that for a while you really can pay attention in class until your head can not stand it anymore...

The outside looks so interesting. The campus grass is always green, and this particular room has a great view. You can see the lake, the trees, and listen to the birds singing.

And you just wanted to be enjoying your vacation. Not in a classroom... With Lee Taeyong...

Suddenly, you choke, your body reacts before your head knows what's going on. "What's so interesting out there?" His voice sounds too close, because his hand rests on your table, over your books. "Can you tell me, miss Y/n?"

You freeze to meet his sharp eyes, his expression are too serious.

"Nothing special, Mr. Lee." iM GOING TO DIE! He stares at you for a few more seconds, and you hold your breath, his eyes are deep and you feel like you're going to drown, until he walks away, shaking his head in disappointment.

"I want you to answer the last 12 questions on the page..." And you swallow, almost literally, a piece of ice.

Do you know the part of thinking that it's not that bad to take private lessons with Lee Taeyong? Cancel it... It's the same hell, only in an updated version.

But, why exactly? Because your tutor give you extra work? Or because this uncomfortable thought going through your head? While the campus was too quiet, and only the birds sang...

The thought of how much your private teacher is too attractive to be there...

"Is this Stockholm syndrome or something?" You babble, when the thought goes too far as you return to the dorm.

You feel that something is going to happen. Deep down... Then your feet stop.

But you ignore, whatever it is, your sixth sense, or your danger alarm whistling.

Meanwhile…

There was a special reason to choose that University, not so special, but it was what made Lee Taeyong accept the proposal of who had once been his teacher too.

The campus was considered the most formidable, covering most of the possible areas of the academic world. Lee Taeyong does not had the opportunity to study there, so that was reason enough to accept that life of professor substitute of the administration and economy college.

Taeyong had once been a formidable student. So it would not be surprising if he was an excellent teacher too.

The grades in the class had taken a leap since he take office… What was the biggest pride of his year...

But there was that student in question, who was completely taking his sleep, who was casting doubt on his own pride as a teacher. You are the problem-student that takes away the young teacher's sleep.

And with his coffee cup, Taeyong paced the music area of the campus, there was a complete desert, and only a few students passed from time to time.

He had just left the coordination, the file was on the extensive paperwork resting on the left forearm.

"What do I do with you, miss Y/n?" He murmured, reading line by line from your school record, from last months, from years ago… until he get to that page that should say things about yourself that you didn't even remember.

About your childhood, more exactly: first place at the Madrid concert in the year 20XX, mode: Piano that was the line that caught his attention.

And he stopped right there in the middle of the hallway, listening to the birds sing.

He re-read the line.

And the idea came the third time.

Taeyong did not even notice the small smile that formed between his lips.

"I think I know very well what to do with you" he whispered, taking another sip of the coffee.

Because by no means Lee Taeyong would let himself fail as a teacher…

Not with you.

You wake up late, completely missed the hour, then run across the campus, wearing a sweatshirt, your jeans and your sneakers.

The fear of being late and getting a big scold from your sharp-eyed teacher.

And as you get closer to the room, you're planning a thousand excuses, even though you knew your sleeping face and your messy hair already condemned that you just woke up because you fell out of bed.

Damn day the cell phone alarm clock did not ring...

"Sorry for the delay..." You already open the door with the words in your mouth, hoping to receive the sharp look of Taeyong. But the door is open, just as your eyes hang, your mouth half-way, The room was empty.

And you look around, completely confused…

Had Lee Taeyong been late? it would be easier for cows to fly

Then you go in and see a little ticket left on the seat you sat on last day "Room 23, block b be there until 10am"

You imagine everything as you walk to the music and arts block... imagine that he will kidnap you that you're going to be killed in some campus alley imagine everything...

Except that you would simply find Taeyong leaning casually against the wall, a lost look in his eyes, wearing only his casual clothes, none of his slim suits, the strands of the hair looking soft and slightly clumsy.

You feel the throat grip when he notices your presence… quickly regretting not having given better care to the hair, by placing your fingers between the strands.

"I'm sorry, I..." You stammer, the truth is that you were two hours late.

"Do you know how many hours I've been waiting here?" He grunts, whimpering, the keys tinkling in his hand. "What happened?"

"I slept too much." You answer simple, it is impossible to lie in front his eyes.

Taeyong crosses arms, and it suddenly becomes strange to think of him as your teacher. But this is something that you do not even notice, and it is well guarded in the back of your head.

"Come on." He says then, with a heavy sigh. "We do not have much time, and it was not easy to get this room"

The door opens, and he stops there, looking at you curiously.

He waits for you to enter first, and when you enter, your eyes widen, heart feels tight.

You stand there, just taking a few steps into the room and Lee Taeyong walks in just behind, opening the curtains, letting the still-cool morning air come in.

But it is as if the world is soundless, completely blind, and there is only what you see before your eyes, the wood clad in material black, bright, yet perfectly polished.

How many years have you not seen a piano? You take courage, awakening from your trance, listening to the slightly rough voice of Taeyong, who closely observes your reaction...

"It's all yours."

You take one, two, three steps… and your fingers touch the black material.

For how many years you have not touched a piano? The smell fills your nose, the familiar cold passing through the fingertips...

You look at Taeyong with a surprised expression, and he assimilates the expression on your face with a child, when receives just what had asked from Santa Claus.

In fact, the expression on your face delights him, deeply and he contains a smile in the throat.

"What are you waiting for? It was really hard to convince the director, why do not you try?"

You smile and in minutes, you sit down, your fingers slide through the keys, one by one, from left to right.

Taeyong leans against the table, further to the far end of the room, crossing his arms, he watches you closely… The way you test each key, as if checking the pool temperature before finally taking the plunge This makes the smile finally escape from the lips.

You can not see, you're too focused, but Taeyong smiles silently, secretly, not one of his straight smiles, but a sincere smile... Because he thinks it's cute how you press one by one, it's like seeing a child, And he sees you as a child indeed, a child learning to walk Until the moment you actually enter the pool.

Because it happens when he least expects, you simply breathe deeply, your eyes close quickly, your fingers rise only a few centimeters and...

The notes fill the room. In seconds… His smile melts against the lips

Undoes As the notes continue

Your fingers slide, quickly. Taeyong knows this song, knows so well that it feels the chest tighten it's Für Elise, by Beethoven

The expression that takes your face is like a well-hidden trap, so his eyes are unable to escape and then... he is completely trapped.

The notes, the glitter that takes your face, there is a small smile of satisfaction, and the notes become more dramatic as it comes to an end.

The room sinks, in a move of notes, the hallway is taken too, perhaps the whole campus…

or maybe, it's just Taeyong realizing that you're not a child

It’s like a live painting, in real and moving colors.

But you are unable to notice his eyes at least until the notes stop… and then there is only silence, you raise your eyes, cheeks flushed because at times you completely forgot that you were not alone.

Contrary to what Taeyong expects, you smile broadly, thanking in silence, cheeks stained in pink.

"Let's do it like that, miss Y/n." He says, after seconds in silence, clearing his throat. "Have a good productivity during class, I'll let you keep this for the rest of the day" the key swings in your hand.

"But... if you're not a good girl..." The hand closes, causing the key to disappear in seconds, a shiver goes up through your body. "No piano for you."

Obviously, you accept without hesitation. Which causes another smile to appear on the face of your private teacher.

And what happens is that, the new way of teaching ends up working. You pay attention in class, in every word, and write everything down to the smallest detail.

Only to, at the end of class, receive the key from Lee Taeyong.

It is your reward for being a good student, and in the truth, there could be no better incentive for you... The piano had always been your passion, since you had first heard it, still so early in your childhood.

And in the dead of night, when no one can hear you, when everyone is asleep, you take the key left on your desk and face the cold of the campus.

It is at night, at 11pm, that the notes return to give the air of grace.

Für Elise is your favorite bagatella, it's something that marked your childhood, and you play it slowly, enjoying every note… but from time to time you ventures into Turkish March.

But on a specific night, a night colder than normal, with the sky so clean that it would be possible to count all the stars...

Taeyong was having difficulty sleeping, but after all, he always has difficulty sleeping, especially on the days that the mother calls complaining about the difficulties at home about money that is not enough about the father who is getting worse in health about the daughter who does not listen to her advice anymore

And that is the day his mother had called, and she was calling more often

So that night, looking out the window and seeing how beautiful the sky was, set in diamonds of stars, Taeyong decided to take a night walk.. And his feet ended up taking him there, without realizing it... As if the stream of the casuality carried him away.

Or was his ears, unconscious and oblivious to what awaited him.

He slowly approached the door, which was only open for a few inches, and closed his eyes before looking, feeling the notes, letting the heart ease.

The piece you chose for the night was Clair de Lune… And each time your fingers sink into the deeper notes, his chest sinks together, and the skin shiver when then his eyes open, and he sees your silhouette through the gap.

Night after night, you take your key from room 23-b, for the the piano room… And you think no one hears how your fingers dance, because it's the most sincere expression of your soul…

Completely unaware that Lee Taeyong every night gets up and does the same path, only to listen to the melodies that fill the night… Für Elise or Turkish March

But his favorite is Clair de Lune, because his chest shakes whenever he hears it, he can feel it, bathing the body with the notes, entering his flesh, to the bones.

And the truth is that you clean your soul every night, the piano has that effect on you, it cleans up all the hurt, all the stress, and it's like going back to a home whenever you're in this world, a world of your own… Where you can have control of everything, and everything can have control over you, the way the notes take shape as your fingers move, as your soul shapes up with the stream where the notes carry you.

And the music, your fingers, also cleans the soul of Taeyong But you do not know... it's a secret

And in one Saturday morning, you're coming back from the cafe, from your breakfast, when you see him, not too far away, holding a small kitten in his arms, and his gaze seems lost, distressed...

You know that animals are not allowed on campus, and you comes to the conclusion that Taeyong deep inside has such a sweetheart.

And you find yourself thinking about this little scene many times as you try to concentrate on the lesson, but it becomes complicated... it becomes complicated not to think about the man who seems so cold and hostile on the outside, his teacher, the one who always asks for complex and giant questionnaires

And it really becomes difficult to think of the other man, who wears sweaters, who picks up kittens on his lap and puts up posters on campus asking for a possible adoption

Because both are right before your eyes both are the same person

"What happened to the kitten, Mr. Lee?" You ask, between a moment Taeyong picks up to put the sentence on the board.

"No one was interested yet" replies, frowning, looking at you. Your face blushes, as soon as you realize you let the words escape.

"Are you following me, miss Y/n?" He asks, a smile rising between his cheeks. You deny denies with all your might…

And what ends up happening is that Lee Taeyong drags you to help him to get a owner for the little kitten.

You end up giving in, of course, but deep down screaming because you do not know what you're doing. What you're doing is discovering a new side of your substitute teacher... this side that likes to take care of helpless little animals, which helps ladies cross the street, and who buys ice cream for children who are crying about the melted ice cream.

And one thing leads to another, the following happens: It is the last minutes of class, and you deliver the questionnaire in which Taeyong asked to be done the day before...

You've turned the night around answering everything, and you have not had much time with your piano, so you really expect it to be perfect… Impeccable.

And you swallow hard when you put the five pages on his desk.

This time he wears a light blue social shirt, which fits very well on his torso. You sigh... You can understand why the girls go crazy for him. Jesus, how can he be so-

"The twelfth question" he cleared his throat, turning the pages quickly. You bite the tongue. Cheeks burn when he looks you in the eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Lee?" You feel the cold in the belly. But you can melt on the outside...

"Is wrong" and it interrupts.

You remain silent. Raise eyebrows.

And you open your mouth, but the voice only comes out a few minutes later: "Wrong?!?" You exclaim, practically yells. "It can not be wrong, Mr. Lee"

Because it's the question that made you turn the night waken, and you can swear you're right.

"But it is" he insists, frowning at you.

"Please..." you point to the leaves still in his hand "check again, Mr. Lee"

He stares at you for seconds in complete silence. "Well then" and finally says, turning the pages. He re-read. And you wait.

And the corners of his mouth bow. You're losing the patience. "It's still wrong, miss Y/n."

"Read it again" you insist.

Taeyong sighs heavily, tilting his head, analyzing you with piercing eyes.

He smiles, showing his teeth, and it's the most beautiful smile in the world, which makes your heart miss a step.

"Miss Y/n, no matter how I reread it, it will not magically correct itself"

You take a deep breath, quickly enraged… He's clearly joking with your patience, you're sure of it. "I'm sure it's right, I've been up all night working on this, Taeyong!" The words slip through your mouth, and then you see his eyes open slightly for seconds.

So you realize, you called him for the first time by name, not by teacher, not by Mr. Lee… Not for asshole and derivatives...

Taeyong, it's his name and it takes time to him assimilate what came out of your mouth. In a way, cause of something to revolve inside of him. Taeyong, yes, because that's my name... yes, Lee Taeyong, he assures himself

The truth is that you do not see him as a teacher. And it's been a while since.

But when you realize, as you watch his expression lighten slowly, as if he could feel the same impact on his chest, you can not stay there anymore.

You run away, picking up your bag from the chair, but forget your notes, leaving them behind.

"Wait, miss Y/n" and he calls you, you hear the chair being dragged across the floor.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lee" you exclaim, advancing the steps, keeping the maximum distance. "But I'm not feeling very well."

"What about your questionnaire?" "Tomorrow!"

"And the keys?!" You run away.

And Taeyong regrets that he did this bad joke. Because you got right all the questions, including that of number 12.

And that was the night you do not leave your room, there is no Für Elise, no Turkish March, much less Clair de Lune echoing through the music room.

You lie in your bed, hugging the pillow. "In love with Professor Lee" and this sounds wrong on your lips.

"I'm in love with Lee Taeyong" and that yes, when it comes out of your lips, it just seems right. i fELL IN LOVE WITH LEE-FUCKING-TAEYONG

It's simply unbelievable. So unbelievable that Johnny had predicted it would happen a few weeks ago… "It was obvious that this would happen," he said the same night via Skype

The next day you try to forget the reason your heart beats so fast once you enter the classroom. By no means will you accept that you fell for Taeyong!

Turns out he's already in the room, concentrating on his own things You think for seconds that he should be waiting for you. Bullshit, you laugh at yourself.

And in the middle of class, you get lost in the middle of your thoughts...

"Are you okay?" Taeyong notices your total lack of attention, frowning, folding his arms, you feel the worry painting his roughly gentle voice.

You do not respond, just shake hands as a sign that everything is fine, there is no voice to leave.

The class continues, with that heavy chaos that is going through your own head. You get nervous. You can not imagine what's going on in Taeyong's head. But you still try.

Passion is a strange thing, do not you think?

"Y/n, are you feeling good?" And his voice sounds too gentle, as gentle as the touch of his palm pressing against your forehead.

Passion is one of those strange things that happen without a right reason... without any warning...

"You're hot." He says, whit slightly startled eyes "You want me to take you to the-" and, realizing the touch of Taeyong's hand, the spontaneous tone of concern… The snap interrupts him, echoes around the room, you slap Taeyong's hand.

He looks at you, completely confused, the burning stinging the skin.

"I do not think I’m fully recovered from yesterday, Mr. Lee." You whisper, as scared as he. "And I think I should go to the doctor, this should not be happening." You say, getting up.

"Wait" Taeyong says, rushing when he realize that you are approaching to the door, already with all the books collected, "you will not run away again, Y/n.” He holds you in place, holding your wrist.

And the same effect of calling him by his name, you also too, on hearing him calling you by your name.

"Was it because of yesterday?" He asks, the raspy voice tearing through the air.

"Yes...." You nod, voice steady with the anger rising icy to the top of your throat "It's because of yesterday, Taeyong, but it's much more too..." You look him in the eyes. His firm hand is still on your wrist.

"It's because of the damn questionnaires, the classwork and..." "The ones you not even do?" He smiles discredited, still, he does not want to let you go.

"And what's the point? If I do not want to do it I just do not!"

"I am your teacher, Y/n! I can not let- "

"You can not let?" You smile, more discredited than him, with anger flooding your mouth, anger because your chest was burning for him. "Who do you think you are, Lee Taeyong? You're just a teacher and you still do not do your full job..." And then, the fingers loosen on your wrist. But you're not listening to what comes out of your mouth... "You are so incompetent as a teacher, that you let a student fall in love with you"

You do not realize what you said until you saw Taeyong's eyes widened.

And there's an awkward silence between the two of you, and before anything else happens you run away. Again...

You do not know what you just did, or rather, you do not know how far it will take you. Your fear is that Taeyong will never look at you again.

Because the part of not being reciprocal is something that you already expect… But the fear that he will avoid you is bigger, much bigger, so you want to avoid it.

It does not work very well. Because you're sitting on the entry steps of the dorm, hugged on your own knees.

Reflecting what you had said to your teacher. There is so much shame… You want to disappear from the face of the Earth.

"I found you" you hear the breath, and when you look up, you find Taeyong panting, some wires glued against the forehead You get up with a jump.

"Wow, wow" but Taeyong holds up his hands "do not make me run all over campus again, Y/n, I swear you're going to kill that way."

And you stay, there, waiting Taeyong catch his breath.

"Can we forget this for a while?" He asks, and you feel the chest tighten.

It is a few minutes after you are sitting back on the step, Taeyong is sitting a step up. You can not look him in the eye, then it's just you, the dusk sky and Taeyong.

"Why did you leave the piano?" He asks, after minutes in silence. He looks at you firmly.

"Long story” you say. Silence… For too long.

The truth is that Taeyong is nervous as you

"I saw your record..." he confesses. You twist your lips.

"There were all those people, watching me, praising me" and it still hurts, remembering what happened so long ago "no one would ever imagine that among so many people there would be people planning..."

And there are more silence. "My dream was to become a dancer." He says then.

You're taken by surprise, and you look over your shoulder

It seems hard to believe for a moment...

Taeyong? A dancer? You look deep into his eyes.

"It's not only you who have forgotten dreams" He smiles, you can see the pinkish stripe taking over his cheeks.

"So why-"

"Why I did not follow my dream..." There is an awkward grin between his lips.

"The world is too cruel, Y/n... and I opted for what the world offered me…” Your chest hurts, it burns in the truth, you can feel the pain of it, through the voice

"I'm sorry to have said what I said, Mr. Lee, it was not my intention to offend you..."

He giggled.

"I can not believe you accept what world wants to give you... and I like it. That's why I can not accept your apologies."

And you turn around, frowning, just about to argue, or to give better excuses.

When, he says: "Or do you regret of what you feel for me?" You choke on your own breath. It's like a trap, from the lowest type possible, he holds your eyes to his with a simple smile.

He descends a step. And there's no way to escape.

"Because I do not regret it, Y/n" And in seconds he pulls you for a kiss without any hesitation. It's like if the lips already knew the way... As if yearning for touch for too long...

The world explodes inside your head. Taeyong's lips are soft, but the kindness does not last long in the way he kisses you.

The truth is that in minutes you do not even know how you got into your room, locking the door. The kiss that seals your lips to those of Taeyong is desperate, violent, in a hurry that consumes you. And you thank Seohee for leaving.

In the room it's just the two of you, and nothing passes in your head, other than the touches of Taeyong's hands, on your waist, at the nape of your neck, his fingers running through your hair.

"Mr. Lee" you want more of his touch. You always wanted to... It was just so difficult to assume for yourself.

"No" he whispers, breath hitting in your lips. "Call me Taeyong" between one kiss and another placed lightly on your lips, gently, fingers tightening your waist. "Here is only Taeyong, no Mr. Lee" the whispers sound like growls when they reach the edge of your shirt, fingers sliding beneath the fabric. "Call me Taeyong, Y/n"

"Taeyong" you whisper when you feel the icy fingers making their way through your skin. "Taeyong" you bite your lips when his lips go down your neck.

And God, the lips, the hands, the contact of the skin with the warm breath… You're melting.

Through the room, you take one, two steps back and he advances one, two steps. Until you find the bed.

Taeyong is over your body, and you are a mess, feeling his lips sink into the skin of his neck, feeling his teeth. He bites lightly, slowly with the pleasure of feeling his skin, of finally being able to touch you.

Because damn, he's been holding on so long, he's been holding his instincts for so long…

And you sigh heavily, relieved, biting your lips to hold a groan as he lifts your shirt getting rid of your bra so easily, and your breast fits perfectly in the palm of his hand.

The shiver that covers his body is a mixture of agonizing pleasure, and he gently squeezes your left breast, while his lips deal with the right breast.

You moan... and soon Clair de Lune loses the position of favorite melody. He wants to hear more. And once again, he bite your nipple, with the tongue massaging gently.

The hand tightens over your breasts, and your hands are at the nape of his neck, fingers pulling lightly.

You bite your lips, preventing your moans to escape. And it's the same as challenging Taeyong, and no, it's not a good idea to challenge him.

So he is determined to hear more of his sweet moans, then he gets rid of his clothes as fast as possible.

He analyzes his body, with sharp eyes, full of lust in the eyes.

And let me tell you something… Taeyong has divine fingers. You notice it as soon as you feel his fingertips over your belly, breath reaching hot against your breasts when he comes back with wet kisses.

Soon his fingers find the way between his legs, he fits the hand, and you moan.

Fingers sink, and you pant, pulling him closer. His finger movements are gentle at first, letting you get used to the touch.

"Are you okay?" He asks, from time to time, as the fingers gain more speed, until you can not answer.

Taeyong's fingers come in quickly, you groan, panting, gripping his neck.

He smiles seeing your expressions, and inserts another finger. and then one more… you can not take it anymore, you want so much more from Taeyong.

"Say it" he whispers, sinking his lips on your neck. "Say what you want from me, Y/n"

"I want you to fuck me, Taeyong" you say, and hearing the words coming out of your mouth is enough to make him grunt through his teeth, feeling the stiffen inside his pants.

And you thank Seohee again for having some loose condoms inside the bedside drawers.

Taeyong holds on to your hip, the shirt is no longer on his body, just as the jeans are gone. His hair is messy, his eyes are hazy with heat, and his cock is so hard, throbbing with so much lust. Fuck, he wants so much to wipe you out at once.

But he holds on, his dick slips slowly into you, and he grunts, feeling how wet you are for him; your moans make his dick twist.

He stops then, filling you up completely.

And his eyes do not leave your expression, paying attetion to the way your lips move according to the contact with his body.

Taeyong begins slowly, his hips are gentle, as well as the gaze resting on your face, on your breasts, on how your body shines in the moonlight, with sweat sliding over the skin.

But he can not stand it. "Oh, fuck-" He wants to fuck you so hard.

The movements become deep, strong, but not quick, the hips are no longer so gentle, but his lips do, when they attach to his lips, the tongue takes space, the saliva passing from mouth to mouth, the friction of the skin, the muffled moans… the bed creaking skin beating against the skin.

"Fuck, you fell so good." He growls through the wet noises, his body twitching in the midst of this mess. "So fucking good, babe." Taeyong grunts against his lips.

"Taeyong..." you moan his name, nails digging in his back "Taeyong."

His hips respond by himself, he sticks his face into his neck, panting, moaning softly, grunting a complete mess...

You reach your orgasm with a completely messy rhythm between groans, gasps, calling by the name of your teacher, by the name of Taeyong.

And he continues to thrust into you until he lets a muffled groan against your neck escape, his cock sinks deep inside you, and he cum only a few minutes later.

You and he stand in that position for some more minutes, your body fit perfectly to his, as if your place were always there, waiting for the hearts to come back to the rhythm, waiting for the breath to adjust.

It's hot still, so hot in the middle of the night, where the one that filled the air was not the melody made by your fingers… but the sonata made by their bodies.

Taeyong tightens the hug, pulling his body closer, the skin sticking with his... he whispers something, something like a "you destroyed me, Y/n" and you do not know what that might mean

But, feels like you are destroyed too

The next day, you wake up with a fright. You are naked, there are small marks by your body, but no sign of Taeyong You do not remember when he left, but come on, it's not like a storm was close to taking the skies...

After all is an important day, very important, and having slept so little begins to show its effects when you enter the classroom

Not the classroom where you have your summer classes with Professor Lee Taeyong.

But in the room where a small portion of reprobate students take their seats, playing with their fingers, nervous.

It's the day of the final test, the day you were been preparing for and your heart is racing… not because the test… not for fear of reproving...

But because the night is still being processed in your head, you are still remembering every detail.

When all the students are in the room, you are playing with the pencil, scratching the corner of the wooden table, sudden you hear the door opening and closing soon after.

You raise your eyes with a huge glow in the eyes, the cheeks blush, and a smile voluntarily forms. But soon freezes… and the brilliance falls apart.

Your throat holds, as if tied on a rope. You do not find the suit perfectly lined, much less the sharp eyes, because all you find is your pot bellied, half-bald teacher.

Well, substitute teachers never last long, you think

He would have to leave anyway, you think again, eyes fixed on the solitary paper of the test, while the fingers move, his head is split on two sides.

One that deals with the answers in the test and other one that is sinking into questions.

You finish the test, and sit, waiting for the signal, waiting for anything...

And you receive your test minutes later.

"Congratulations, Y/n," says your pot-bellied professor, unattractive, unlike Mr. Lee. And you should be happy, the note is well highlighted at the top of the page.

"Thank you, sir" you say. But you are far from happy, in fact, you understand what that "destroyed" meant... and this is the right word, when you leave the room, listening to the whispers, rumors about Professor Lee.

You are destroyed, desperately destroyed. But with a thread of hope irrational hope Which leads you to the 23-b classroom, and you pull the door firmly holding that wire.

But there is nothing, nothing besides the piano.

And you stand at the door, your eyes trying to pass to the brain the lack of someone in the room. Lack of something...

Your legs can not resist, and you lean against the wall.

"How can you?" You mutter, and honestly to yourself, your will is to go back in time and punch the face of Lee Taeyong. "How can you run away like this?!" You exclaim, could not be more enraged.

And you could even punch the wall, but you know you're going to break your fists in the process. Of course, that what you really wanted to punch would be the face of Lee Taeyong But where is he? You want to cry.

"Lee-fucking-Taeyong" you exclaim “I fucking love and hate you!” unable to swallow the tears. "How can you fuck me-"

"Shhhhh!" The hand appears just behind, covering your mouth.

And your eyes widen.

"I know you hate me, miss Y/n. But I do not know if this part is reciprocal" And you can feel the harsh whisper just behind, the familiar voice

"But I love you, if that counts." So familiar that you melt completely.

And yes, you understand what the verb destroy can mean because love is something so strange… that gives you that feeling of being completely broken inside…

And about your private lessons?

… kept happening

Only that, this time… really in private.

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guksuu · 7 years ago

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a giant post about tag games that im gonna finish right now [pt. 1]

skjfhsdkf i’ve been tagged for games and i’ve been neglecting to do them so here’s a giant post with all of them! not gonna tag anyone cause there are so many BUT feel free to do them :’) im warning u, this is gonna be super long!

kpop q’s!

tysm to @yugy for tagging me!!

1. who was your first female bias?

2. who was your first male bias?

cheondung from mblaq!

3. who are your current biases? other than the above:

no biases..im an OT stan (lmao am i the only OT stan for all groups?)

4. in the entire kpop indrustry, who is the closest to your ideal type?

jkshdfksd hmmmm...i dont really have an ideal type..

5. have you ever attended any kpop concert/fan meet/fan sign?

yes!

6. if yes, which group/artist? how was your experience?

my first concert (which is the only concert i’ve been to so far), was club eskimo (dean, offonoff, miso, saay). it was amazing! the performances were a1 n meeting them was so cool. i also saw monsta x! it was such a great night n the boys were so sweet!

7. which group(s) would you like to see live?

got7, seventeen, block b, b.a.p, day6, nu’est, winner...a lot of groups lmao

8. how did you get into kpop?

my brother actually showed me suju’s sorry sorry like in 2009 n i got really interested, so i started looking around n finding more groups.

9. who are your otps?

i haven’t really gotten into otps yet, but some i do know are: yugbam, verkwan, jinyoon, sope

10. when did you start shipping?

jkshfksd im still figuring out ships

11. what was your favorite fanfic genre?

anything thats fluff n angst dkhkdfg

12. what is your favorite music genre?

i listen to a lot of genres

top 10 bias tag

thank u tracy, @eggciao, for tagging me!!

sdfkhsdf im ot so this is gonna be hard but o well (i already did this but imma do it again lmao)

1. junhui (svt)

2. yongguk (b.a.p)

3. chunjin (myteen)

4. ten (nct)

5. johnny (nct)

6. yoochan (a.c.e)

7. dowoon (day6)

8. hyungwon (monsta x)

9. dongho (nu’est)

10. jisung (wanna one)

song tag

thank u @otteryj n @kawaiikpopofsatan n @calemiel for the tag :-)

rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people!

1. 짜장면 - myteen

2. cant see the end - seventeen

3. cry - mblaq

4. stop it - b.a.p

5. moon, 12:04am - offonoff

6. 다시 앞으로 (ft. sumin) - loco

7. 밀착 - taek

8. hey - got7

9. rollercoaster - monsta x

10. good bye bye - nu’est

five things tag

thank u to the lovely @smilingvernon n @whaaattheflower for tagging me!

rules: write the five things in the situation, and then tag 15 people~

five things you’ll find in my bag:

headphones

tons of pens

gum

color pencils

tons of random papers that I need to throw out

five things you’ll find in my bedroom:

vinyls

art supplies scattered everywhere

all of my ceramic and sculpture works

lots of club supplies

binders that are super old, which I need to get rid of

five things I’ve always wanted to do:

travel

learn a new language

go to a festival

sell art

volunteer in a different country

five things that make me feel happy:

dogs

my family n friends

food (so cliche but honestly..)

my lovely mutuals

my favorites loving themselves

five things I’m currently into:

skin care

old school rnb/hip hop/soul/rap

asmr

crime shows

plants

five things on my to-do list:

possibly dye my hair bc senior portraits are coming up

explore n go outside

buy more vinyls even though im broke shfksdsdf

stop being a pushover ://///

fix my sleeping schedule before school starts but we all know it’s not going to happen

get to know me tag

thank u to @cngkyns n @urmomstax n @sleepyw0ns n @nyaaaaaw for tagging me!

rules: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

the last: 1. drink: boba 2. phone call: my mom 3. text message: “50% sweet and light ice” (i was texting my sister my drink order lmao) 4. the song you listened to: diamond 4 ya - b.a.p 5. the time you cried: ahh i don’t remember

have you: 6. dated someone twice: no 7. kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. been cheated on: no 9. lost someone special: yes 10. been depressed: yes 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: no

list three favorite colors: 12-14: black, yellow, green (that muted green color though lmao)

in the last year have you: 15. made new friends: yes 16. fallen out of love: yes 17. laughed until you cried: yes 18. found out someone was talking about you: yes 19. met someone who changed you: yes 20. found out who your friends are: yes 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: no

general: 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: a majority of them 23. do you have any pets: used to have fishes, turtles, and birds 24. do you want to change your name: not anymore 25. what did you do for your last birthday: went out to go eat with the family 26. what time did you wake up: 11am 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: watching one fine day 28. name something you can’t wait for: la trip in october

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: yesterday night 30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: im tired of being a pushover :///

31. what are you listening right now: yoongi’s mixtape 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes? 33. something that is getting on your nerves: people who love calling others rude names over minor mistakes, ANYONE THAT SEXUALIZES MINORS, passive aggressive people. i have more but that would be a long list. 34. most visited website: tumblr

lost questions aka random info about me 35. mole(s): one on my thigh (if i remember correctly) 36. mark(s): on my elbow from falling, one between my brows when i slipped on the stairs n fell during tag 37. childhood dream: i had so many like being a dentist, firefighter, cop, etc. 38. hair color: dark brown 39. long or short hair: i like both!

40. do you have a crush on someone: nope 41. what do you like about yourself: my ceramic and sculpture skills! 42. piercings: nope 43. bloodtype: i dunno 44. nickname: lili (that’s what my cousins calls me)

45. relationship status: single

46. zodiac: aries 47. pronouns: she/her 48. favorite TV Show: all the old nick, cartoon network, and disney shows, law & order svu, ridiculousness, wild n out, mr. robot, etc. 49. tattoos: nope 50. right or left hand: right 51. surgery: yes but when i was younger 52. hair dyed in different color: i have done like an ombre before 53. sports: i like basketball, swimming, and baseball 55. vacation: i wanna go back to hawai’i, visit korea, thailand, philippines, etc. 56. pair of trainers: 2

more general: 57. eating: lots of viet and chinese 58. drinking: water, and boba 59. i’m about to: watch some shows, make gfx n gifs 61. waiting for: the day i graduate highschool 62. want: lots of food n rest 63. get married: yes, but maybe after i get settled a bit w my career 64. career: sculptures&ceramics/graphic designer, or psychology/criminal justice

which is better?: 65. hugs or kisses: hugs

66. lips or eyes: eyes!

67. shorter or taller: either

68. older or younger: either, but not by a lot

70. nice arms or stomach: either lmao

71. sensitive or loud: both!

72. hookups or relationships: relationships

73. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

have you ever: 74. kissed a stranger: no 75. drank hard liquor: yes 76. lost glasses/contact lenses: yes 77. turned someone down: yes 78. sex on the first date: no 79. broken someone’s heart: yes 80. had your heart broken: yes 81. been arrested: no 82. cried when someone died: yes 83. fallen for a friend: no

do you believe in: 84. yourself: not really :/ 85. miracles: yes, but where are they in my life lmao 86. love at first sight: depends 87. santa Claus: no 88. kiss on the first date: no 89. angels: yes

other: 90. current best friends name: hannah, jane, kim, christina, and jhkdfs all of my network pals :-)) 91. eyecolor: dark brown 92. favorite movie: any studio ghibli film i’ve seen, kill bill 1 & 2, forrest gump, wonder woman, beetle juice, boyz n the hood, etc.

question tag

tagged by @wooziology!!! tysm :-))

1. ARE YOU NAMED AFTER SOMEONE?

nope

2. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

i don’t remember

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?

i like it. it’s super small.

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?

beef or chicken

5. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?

yes?

6. DO YOU USE SARCASM?

yes

7. DO YOU HAVE YOUR TONSILS?

yes

8. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?

no thank u

9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF CEREAL?

cookie crunch, cinnamon toast, or regular cheerios

10. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES?

yes

11. DO YOU THINK YOU’RE A STRONG PERSON?

12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?

coffee

13. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

their personalities

14. RED OR PINK?

both!

15. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE PHYSICAL THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF?

my forhead lmao

16. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING NOW?

black jeans n black/white vans

17. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?

pizza n pasta

18. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?

OYEAH by olnl (he’s a really nice rapper, check him out!!)

19. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?

grey

20. FAVORITE SMELL?

mint

21. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU SPOKE TO ON THE PHONE?

my mom

22. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH?

basketball

23. HAIR COLOR?

dark brown

24. EYE COLOR?

dark brown

25. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?

26. FAVORITE FOOD TO EAT?

noodles, especially noodle soups

27. SCARY MOVIE OR COMEDY?

both!

28. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?

the belko experiment (one of the most wild films i have watched)

29. WHAT COLOR OF SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?

tan wih orange stripes

30. SUMMER OR WINTER

winter forever

31. HUGS OR KISSES

hugs!

32.WHAT BOOK ARE YOU CURRENTLY READING?

none but i wanna read the divine comedy, the lathe of heaven, and demian

33. WHO DO YOU MISS RIGHT NOW?

my brother n cousins n parents

34. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?

i dont have a mouse pad

35. WHAT IS THE LAST PROGRAM YOU WATCHED?

seventeen’s one fine day

36. WHAT IS THE BEST SOUND?

the rain or waves. they’re honestly so soothing

37. ROLLING STONES OR THE BEATLES?

im more familiar with the beatles, so beatles

38. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE EVER TRAVELED?

hawai’i

39. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?

do my ceramic n sculpture skills count or?

40. WHERE WERE YOU BORN

california!

30 questions tag!

tagged by the cuties, @lastnamesuh n @eatnamjin n @princesssjoy n max. thank you so much!

nickname: hmmm...my monbebe pals often call me baeiley...i think someone also has me as baeleaf too lmao. other nicknames beside that are lili, which is what my cousins call me.

gender: female

star sign: aries

height: 5′3

time: 6:20pm

birthday: april 1st

favorite bands: nu’est, b.a.p., got7, seventeen, monsta x, myteen, a.c.e, winner, nct (lmao all of three), block b, btob, day6, theboyz, victon, vixx...n a lot of other groups.

favorite solo artist(s): im such a big khh/krnb fan so brave, saero, crucial star, samuel seo, jeebanoff, dean, dpr, punchnello, bewhy, crush, g.nine, loco, bloo, dumbfoundead, olnl, sik k, n a lot more. others are taek, paul kim, iu, jung jin woo, ra.D, grizzly, moonmoon, sam kim, miso, suran, etc. for american music, its sza, kehlani, sob rbe, childish gambino, made in tyo, amine, isaiah rashad, kendrick lamar, etc.

song stuck in my head: overcome - nu’est & crush - yuna

last movie i watched: hmmmm...men in black. its one of my favorites!

last show i watched: law & order svu

when did i create my blog: i created this blog...like 2014? this blog was originally my personal but i moved it so it can be my primary. i would say i changed into a kmusic blog this year in january!

what do i post: lmao im multifandom so a lot of groups, also some aes n social stuff.

last thing i googled: the word “blithely” for my english class

do u have other blogs: i have my personal which is @medasins n another blog but i aint gonna tell u the other one bc that one is still being edited. i also run monbebe net as an admin with four of my other mutuals.

do u get asks: super rare lmao. i dont mind people sending asks though!

why did u choose this blog name: i wanted a general username n i just love noodles so much jksgfddfhggj

following: tons of talented/adorable mutuals that i love so much! also others that make a lot of beautiful content!

followers: 517

favorite colors: literally the color scheme i have for my blog rn (black, mustard/golden yellow, n this blueish-grey). i also rlly like grey, or any other muted tones.

average hours of sleep: during school...3-7 hours. during the summer/weekends...8-10 hours.

lucky number: i do not have a lucky number but 0?

instruments: i played brass/lower brass instruments (trumpet, cornet, baritone, n french horn) from like 5th-8th grade. right now i play/am learning a bit of ukulele!

what am i wearing: black running shorts n a grey tee

how many blankets i sleep with: one but two for winter

dream job: i dunno...still figuring it out

dream trip: traveling!

favorite food:

favorite food: literally noodles, any noodles. i also love homemade viet n chinese food. O INDIAN N THAI TOO.

nationality: chinese!

favorite song now: ummm...lately i by saero, but also 짜장면 by myteen

#ty to all the pals who tagged me!!! ily!#JKSDHFKSD THIS TOOK ME SO LONG #u dont have to read this lmao so spare urselves kjsdfsd #i still have to do the photo ones djghfdkg im sorry :////#ill try to get them finished this weekend!#tag: game #celestial mutuals

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candidateofloyalty · 5 years ago

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2019 Fic Retrospective

I saw a number of people doing this, and since I’m always up for talking about my own writing, I decided to imitate them. Admittedly, I’m a bit late, but since I didn’t have computer access for a decent part of this week I think it’s justified.

Apparently I wrote 55k words of fic this year? Given that I spent half the year out of the country, that is higher than I expected. I guess suddenly allowing a podcast to become my entire personality is a powerful motivator.

1/31

The Clock Strikes Midnight, Fire Emblem Echoes, 3.5k words

The prince is throwing a ball to find a spouse, and Faye just knows that this is her chance to make her dreams come true. There's no time for her to worry about the messenger who brought her the news, not when she can finally live out her fairytale.

My birthday gift for star, this time only posted one day after their birthday. Someday I will figure out this timing thing. They wanted a Cinderella AU, and as someone who read approximately 5 million fractured fairytale novels in high school, I had an immediate idea of where I wanted to take the plot. I’m pretty pleased with how this one came out, especially since I never actually played Echoes. It’s also one of my rare fics where the title isn’t a song lyric.

2/14

Sacred Simplicity, Dangan Ronpa, 900 words

Sakura and Aoi meet up for their weekly donut date, but Sakura's mind is elsewhere.

I can’t believe it took a fic exchange to get me to write Sakuraoi. The request was cute and I had a good time, though. I’m always a fan of the concept of Hope’s Peak practical exams. The whole premise of the franchise is that these kids have crazy skills, so let them use them.

3/3

My Fantasies from Long Ago, Persona 4, 5.2k words

While walking home from work, Yosuke is hit on the head by a mysterious cat-dog-thing. This is the least weird thing that happens to him over the course of the next 24 hours.

Apparently I had a lot of outside sources of inspiration this year. I guess that’s what all fanfic is, but even so. This AU is from kawaii-bunny-mel, and is ridiculously fun to write. This one sticks pretty close to the source material, since I intended it as an introduction to the AU. I wrote most of it on trains while cross-referencing the original episode. As it turns out, writing is much faster when you don’t have to worry about pacing or coming up with original events.

5/4

The Present You's Daydreams, Persona 4, 7.2k words

Yosuke's been doing magical girl temp work for about a month, and it's pretty much the best thing that's ever happened to him, even if it does mean having a weird bear roommate. Then Souji invites him to a party, and Yosuke has to face something even scarier than magical enemies: social interaction.

The second part of the BAPC AU, and the one where I went off and did my own thing. As much as I love the source material, I wanted to fit the rest of the IT in somewhere, and there are like 6 characters in the entirety of BAPC. Really, though, a significant amount of this fic was an excuse to have Yosuke use his customer-service voice on a dragon. I’d also meant for this to be the one where they got together, or at least showed mutual interest, and then Yosuke went and made things awkward. I don’t know what I expected. I got to write Hamuko being cryptic at Souji, though, which was even better.

5/19

Dazzling Blue Sky on the Window, Persona 3, 3.9k words

After Erebus, Metis is prepared to vanish, but Igor suggests another option.

This one was my birthday present to myself. You might wonder what that means when all of my fic is incredibly self-indulgent to begin with, and the answer is merging two universes and saving my favorite minor character in the process. It was only after the fact that I realized how much projection was involved. It’s fine.

6/16

Bright-Eyed, Tireless One, The Adventure Zone, 2.2k words

Minerva is here, physically present, and Duck's so glad to see her. The only question is what to do with her. They've got enough people hidden in the Amnesty Lodge basement as it is. (Immediately post Episode 28)

I caught up to Amnesty right after episode 28 was released, which is what we in the writing business call good timing. I immediately wrote this in a haze of love for Minerva and have not thought about it since. I think episode 30 confirms it as canon, though.

7/8

Not So Nec-Romantic, Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun, 1.7k words

Nene's been studying to join the Healers' Guild for years, and it's finally time for her admissions test. It doesn't quite go as planned.

Star egged me on to write this and then wrote their own, funnier take on an RPG AU, which would have been rude if it weren’t for the fact that I got to read the better fic without having to write it. My favorite part of this fic is Mitsuba and Kou charging in from their epic fantasy quest without noticing that they’ve landing in the middle of a comedy of errors. I kind of want to write what they were actually up to but also it’s funnier this way.

8/25

Open Seas and Ways Of Life I've Forgotten, Friends at the Table, 3.5k words

Cass is adjusting just fine to life on their own, thank you.

They'd be doing even better if their new teammate wasn't so eerily reminiscent of their sibling, but that's all right. They're definitely coping.

And here we hit the fatt tipping point of my year. The Kingdom Game was probably the point where I fully devoted myself to this show, and a large part of that was the ability to conspiracy-board all of Sokrates’ influences on Cass’ personality. I have not stopped thinking about the Pelagios siblings since.

9/29

Not the Only Ones Pretending, Friends at the Table, 1.2k words

It sounds so nice, in theory. Mako's just running into an old friend while going out for fried chicken. But even though the Chime has broken up, two of them in the same place can still throw the simplest of missions into chaos.

I wrote this in an hour after listening to the penultimate episode of Counter/weight because the Orth-Mako scene ended right where things got good, to my mind. I just wanted to know more about how the Chime interacted after the timeskip. This also marks the start of me defaulting to Mako’s POV in every other Counter/weight fic I write.

10/14

A Magic That Won't Go Cold, Friends at the Table, 4.5k words

Jacqui doesn't normally like being sent on bodyguard jobs, but then, she's not normally working for Joypark darling Aria Joie.

I’ll just come up with a fun Jacria AU to think about in my spare time, I thought to myself. There’s a lot to explore with an Aria who never left Joypark. I can come up with some neat bullet points and it will be a good time. Then I started connecting the bullet points and at that point I had an entire outline for a fic. It’s what they deserve.

10/18

Questions Ricochet Like Broken Satellites, Friends at the Table, 2k words

Kobus' entire life had been pointless, but for once, they could see exactly what they needed to do. Then Vicuna pulled them out of Liberty and Grace.

I could not tell you why I latched onto Kobus so hard, but that didn’t stop me from doubling the size of their ao3 tag in a month. This fic ended up pretty depressing, which is ironic since the whole point was to give them a happier ending than they got in canon, but at least they’re alive at the end of it.

11/4

Detect My Sudden Existence on Your Sonar, Friends at the Table, 3.1k words

AuDy didn't intend for the rest of the Chime to move in with them. They didn't object when it happened, though.

I had a lot of trouble trying to write from AuDy’s perspective but I’m pleased with the end result. Maybe next I’ll figure out how to do pacing and/or tonal consistency. I do like the Cass stuff at the end but I think my favorite scene from this fic is everyone helping Aria unpack her stuff and being goofy.

11/11

Telling Dreams from One Another, Friends at the Table, 1.3k words

Mako shows up on Kobus' doorstep holding a Divine, and doesn't even have the decency to bring fried chicken.

This started because I kept thinking about how Kobus’ form of Ambition would have been Faith and how close that comes to Loyalty, and then the more I wrote the more I liked the dynamic between Kobus and the younger Makos. A lot of it can be summed up as Mako being the mid-twenties upperclassman who looks at the freshman and goes “oh look, a baby” much to the freshman’s annoyance, except instead of being in college they’re both secret agents raised as weapons since they can remember. It isn’t addressed in the fic but I imagine this ends with Kobus following Mako back to Kesh and ending up with eight identical older siblings.

11/24

Find Out What Broke Me Soon Enough, Friends at the Table, 1.9k words

Kobus is still reeling from their failed attack on Grace, but when Aria Joie asks for their help, they can't think of a good reason to refuse.

Continuing the theme of “what if Kobus had friends,” I like the idea of Aria being worried about Righteousness consuming her and going to the one person she knows of who’s successfully stepped away from a Divine. Like the last fic in the series, I tried very hard to give Kobus a happy ending and they categorically refused. As it turns out, when you’ve been raised to see yourself as a sacrifice for the greater good, it’s hard to find other ways to make a difference, and Aria doesn’t know them well enough to push it. One day I will find the right combination of characters and circumstances to let Kobus rest.

12/7

Take Our Time 'Cause It Feels Like We're Dying, Friends at the Table, 1.7k words

When Cass coughed up the first flower petal, all they could do was stare at it in disbelief.

Yes, I know, hanahaki. I am surprised at myself too. I was just thinking about what it would take to get me invested in hanahaki and because of who I am as a person my brain immediately applied that to Counter/weight. I know where I’m going with it but I want to finish F&M before continuing, so keep an eye out maybe in February. Also, doing this retrospective made me realize that this is the second time I’ve used a line from this song as a title for a Counter/weight fic. Whoops.

12/17

The Movements of My Mind, Friends at the Table, 1k words

On his way back to Auniq for the negotiations, Throndir stops by the cave where he met Kindrali.

My first non Counter/weight fatt fic, and once again it is introspection about a Dre character, because without realizing it I ended up with a favorite player. I just like coming up with in-universe explanations for things that were probably mistakes on their part, and I’m always interested in how the Kindrali connection works. Even if I am now incapable of thinking of Kindrali without going “I wonder what day he remembers??”

12/25

Fantasy and Microchips, Friends at the Table, 9.2k words

Five times Mako hacks things accidentally because of Cass, and one time it's intentional.

The year ended as it began, with me taking someone else’s AU and writing a fic about it. In this case, it’s a comic done by drowzydruzy on twitter. I looked at it, went “that’s pretty funny, maybe I could write a fic about it,” and then two chapters in I realized how to exploit it for angst and pretty much didn’t stop. The trickiest part so far has been making Rigor references without getting too heavy-handed. I’m halfway through writing the last chapter now, so naturally I’m procrastinating by doing this meme. It’s actually a meta-narrative about defeating Rigor by not being too beholden to your own projects, or something.

#ignore me #fic retrospective #this will only interest me but i had to talk about my thoughts on a kobus-mako relationship somewhere

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