#i also know that we’re allowed to make aus and i am just a sucker for mob aus……..

[justmwahstruly]

I redesigned her! (again)

yippa

So!

I’m not entirely sure what to name her, but probably something along the lines of Evelyn Tulie or Eve N. Tulie for the purpose of it being a play on ‘eventually.’

I think she’s very silly!! She’s a quiet person methinks, and she also has no control over her tail! Say, Earl is sneaking up on her, no doubt for a little prank. Her tail senses vibrations and can’t see! So it just. Bites him! Of course, every time she screeches and apologises endlessly, though Earl never learns and everyone knows she can’t control her tail, but still!

She’s got goo goo eyes for a certain fella… not that she’ll ever say it, but she sure makes it obvious in the way she looks at him.

She uses She/Her and They/Them (🏳️‍⚧️!), and she is Omniromantic!

I’ll also put a bit of things extra just BECAUSE!

I got a lot of inspiration from Mawile, with its big chompers on the back of it. As well as the weird chomper plants from Mario for i suppose the general shape. I also put the colour palette for her outfit on her headband bc I’m just sneaky like that ✨

I actually really like her design! I’m pretty proud of how this turned out. I hope you like it as well!

Dream Along With Me belongs to @dreammeiser ! This is such a cool project, and I’d love to see more! I’ll probably be drawing more for it in the future!

(Also a version without the filters and such)

[vegalocity]

Kiss 9- first kiss for Amnesia Spicynoodles? (Whether as Red Boy and Xiaotian or Red Son and MK, your choice).

Affection meme

9. first kiss

Goddamn i gotta get back on that AU

That's actually a very clever shorthand for the difference between 'the Son of the Monkey King' and 'The Monkie Kid' Anon hope you don't mind me using it!

Also since this is technically the first real THING i'm writing for this Au it got a lil crazy

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It was.... weird... falling into this rhythm with Red Son.

Even he'd seemed surprised at how quickly he'd agreed to join their team while they were hunting down the weapon that could finally end the Lady Bone Demon. Sure he'd reasoned that he was doing it for the sake of his father, that their family had been taken advantage of by that demon, and this was little more than 'enemy of my enemy' but barely time at all had passed before he may as well have joined simply because he wanted to.

There weren't a lot of bunks on Sandy's Hovership, and at the start of all of this, everyone was so on edge (and in Monkey King's case injured) that it just made more sense to sleep whenever it struck rather than sort out bedroom options and who bunked with whom.

Which had lead to some interesting things so far, such as Monkey King tending to curl up against Tang as he was reading or something and taking a nap right there and how Tang seemed like... wayyy too comfortable with it despite how he'd first reacted to seeing him on New Years.

Pigsy was ALWAYS crabby in the mornings, but he was getting exponentially more frustrated after waking up for something or another he never seemed to be able to relay when he woke (probably some frustrating reoccurring dream that keeps blotting out when he wakes up, MK didn't remember his dreams much either so he could relate)

And about thee days in of Red Son working with them, he'd knocked out during some down time, and while he was sitting near him. The ship rumbled, Red Son hadn't woken, but he slid to the side until he was leaned against MK's shoulder. and... It was comfy. Red Son was warm, and soft.

And before he'd known it he was being startled awake by Xiaojiao making delighted cooing noises and the flash of her camera. And when he jostled Red Son woke up as well. He'd met his gaze for a second and his artist brain noted that his eyes were a rather lovely shade of amber, not even fiery orange or honey brown, but pure, precious stone amber.

and for a moment it had felt... nostalgic... in a way he couldn't place. and the puzzled look on Red Son's face mirrored his confusion at the sudden thought, before the demon slammed up the walls again and pushed MK away, face burning bright red.

But from there it had spiraled.

It was just so... easy? he supposed would be the word. It was almost startling how easy it was to fall into this rhythm with Red Son. Not a few months ago he was a nominal enemy, yet here they were finding themselves sitting next to eachother more often than not, sometimes close enough for shoulders to brush, their unconscious bodies rolling over at once to tangle together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

At one point they were facing a demon that had cast one of those 'greatest fear' spells over the lot of them, and before it had hit he'd felt Red Son slip his hand into his own with a small startled gasp. And before the world went black and he was covered by spiders and the looming specter of his own failures he'd squeezed back.

That had actually happened just hours ago, and MK's hand was still tingly. Everyone was a little shaken up from that one. (Monkey King had holed himself away in one of the few bedrooms there were and he sounded physically pained when MK had tried to check in on him and he'd answered that he'd rather be alone. he was pretty sure Tang was allowed in, and he tried not to take that personally. It was probably a whole 'Mentor doesn't want his student to see him freaked out' thing. If he didn't stop taking everything so damn personally he'd be a sucker for the next fear spell or whatever.) And unlike the others, Red Son didn't have any loved ones on this ship to help reassure him.

So... if their... something or another... that had been developing was gonna mean anything, that probably meant it should fall on him.

Red Son was where he'd expected him to be, half buried in engine guts in Sandy's work area, his hands were shaking and there was a far off look in his eye.

MK had to physically lift him and drag him away, and it was a lot harder without the Mystic Monkie Strength, but he managed.

in fact he'd gotten all the way to the kitchen area and Red Son had stopped struggling in his arms screeching to be let go (yet never trying to flare his fire and forcing MK to drop him) before his stamina gave out and he had to deposit Red Son in one of the chairs.

"Noodle boy i swear this truce will end in an INSTANT if you do not explain yourself-"

"You're freaking out."

"YES I AM! You would be too if your current ally just lifted you up from what you were doing and carried you to the deserted part of the ship because even the Pig is too on edge to be in here!"

"I mean from this afternoon. Red son, you've been pale as a sheet since we got out of there and your hands are STILL shaking." He watched as he hurriedly hid them in his pockets. "You need to talk to someone. And it may as well be me."

"I- I don't need to talk about ANYTHING! Presumptuous Noodle Boy... Bold of you to assume I'd just pour my heart out at some perceived internal detriment which you have no proof even exists!" The bluster and casual insults were considerably less convincing than they were when they were enemies...

...maybe he was just starting to see through them better.

Red Son pulled his hands back onto the table, as a sort of subtle show of how fine he totally was, and clenched his fists to keep them from continuing to shake.

"Red..." The nickname felt... natural. He couldn't quite explain why, but he supposed they'd been Something-or-Another-ing long enough to make it reasonable. Red Son's glare abated and was replaced quickly with a shocked expression. But he didn't shout to not be called something so short, so MK considered that a signal to continue. So he continued with what felt natural and placed a hand over his clenched fist.

The defensive anger was all but gone. And that puzzled, yet slightly awed look he kept sharing with Red Son during moments like these replaced it and those amber eyes darted down to their linked hands, as if he didn't quite know what to do next.

Eventually Red Son came to a decision, and MK let him fiddle around with his grip until their hands were linked properly. And it felt... it was that weird sense of nostalgia again. And as everything else neither of them could quite explain it felt right. familiar. Natural.

"It's not really worth talking about." Red Son responded after the moment passed. yet he didn't pull his hand away. "I know better than to believe what it had showed me."

"Red-"

"I mean, I SHOULD know better, right?" He looked away from MK then, but squeezed his hand a little tighter. "I mean- they're my parents. and they agreed me coming along with you all to take down the Lady Bone Demon was the best course of action. I know they wouldn't disown me because they believed I was becoming more aligned with you all than with the family. That just because we're friends doesn't mean I'm somehow betraying them!" Red Son was working through it in his head, and he didn't seem to really realize that he'd admitted to seeing MK as a friend, so he just squeezed his hand a little tighter and filed that away to celebrate later.

"It's irrational, and it's ridiculous that I actually feared the idea."

"It's not ridiculous, If you think it's irrational then it probably is, but it's not ridiculous. " Red Son looked back at him then and raised a brow. "I mean, who isn't afraid that they're letting their parents down in some way?" He remembered how nervous Xiaojiao was about the idea of disappointing her family, and he was always worried that he'd disappointed his fath-....

What was he thinking about again?.... right, Xiaojiao and her parents.

Red Son took his attention again and the confusion zipped right out of his mind. he gently detangled his hand from MK's and was moving to stand.

"I suppose you're right. And... In that regard I should probably thank you for allowing me the chance to properly process."

"Anytime, Red."

He stood as well, with nowhere else to go, he supposed he'd probably just go out onto the deck and do a little one-man training, heavens knew he needed it.

Red Son put a hand on his shoulder before either of them could pull away and when he turned back to face the demon-

Red Son was looking at him with intent. determination. And it was only then that MK realized that maybe holding someone's hand while they talked about some Real Shit with you, constantly sitting next to each other so as to be closer, falling asleep on each other, and sometimes when you wake up you glance at their mouth wondering how easy it would be to just...

Maybe that wasn't just all friendship overtures.

And maybe they'd had a name for their little something-or-another already.

Neither of them were ever very good at this whole 'self control' thing anyway.

Red Son was just as warm as he'd anticipated. His calloused fingers hooking under his chin as if to keep MK in place. And it was... chaste. Nothing like the fierce passionate devouring of another's mouth that he'd anticipated a demon to go for (that he'd daydreamed about) Almost... child-like. As if Red Son hadn't kissed anyone since before he hit Demon Puberty and didn't know how to do it right. And the action alone made MK feel very much like a child as well. Which was ridiculous he was a grownass man and Red Son was a fully matured demon, and the shortest most chaste little peck made him feel like a squeaky voiced kid.

When they parted he peeked his eyes open just a bit, and it seemed like Red Son had realized the same thing, the two of them shared a soft chuckle.

But then Red Son started to pull away, and that wouldn't do. MK wrapped his arms around the demon's shoulders and properly kissed him this time.

And it didn't feel quite as natural, but it did feel right.

So that was what mattered.

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[veliseraptor]

Down in the Yi City Pit: A Recs Post

So as anyone following me may have noticed, I’ve been spiraling ever deeper into a pit called Yi City Feelings. I’m down at the bottom and I’m still digging. This also means I’ve been doing a lot of fic reading, and I figure it’s about time that I wrote a recs list, since I said I’d do it and some people expressed interest.

Heads up that I am a dirty Xue Yang stan first and foremost, so this list is going to skew in, uh, that direction. Just so we’re all aware.

Divided these into canonverse recs and modern au recs, since apparently this is the only thing I’ll read modern aus for! It’s a brave new world out here. 

Also like. blanket warnings across the board here for The Inherent Dubiousness of Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen as a Pairing, Generally. I’ll offer more specific/major ones as they’re relevant/I remember, but please check the tags/authors notes as well.

CANONVERSE

lover to your nightmare by Zaatar (@ameliarating) . Xue Yang uses Xiao Xingchen getting sick as an opportunity to fuck around a little. Second person POV sickfic, except XueXiao flavored sickfic which means it’s messy and full of good things like “delirium” and “people taking advantage of other peoples’ confusion and disorientation to mess with them psychologically.” This fic also does the thing I love really well where Xue Yang’s internal monologue/self-justification is full of indications that he’s having Feelings that he neither recognizes nor acknowledges. Crunchy, delicious.

Samsara / 輪迴 by ForgivenMemes. Upsetting fic full of every content warning ever alert! (Off the top of my head: violence, rape, suicide, self-harm.) I keep going back to this fic and rereading it because it hurts so bad and I love it, because it hurts in the best worst self-sabotage recapitulating-mistakes-over-and-over way. Like, I am a sucker for a time loop fic always, and usually I read them as a route to fixing things - but honestly I’ve always loved the part of time loop fics that’s “everything getting worse first.” And this is a whole fic of “everything getting worse.” Aka, the one where Xue Yang has thousands of chances to get it right, but there’s no getting it right.

compromise by Sectionladvivi. Xiao Xingchen convinces Song Lan and Xue Yang to kiss. (aka, obviously Yi City AU where Song Lan gets folded into things, Xiao Xingchen still doesn’t know about Xue Yang being Xue Yang, and an uneasy detente where the two of them don’t touch each other gets interrupted by Xiao Xingchen Wanting Things, which is, of course, a priority always). 

til dawn by Sectionladvivi. Xue Yang takes care of Xiao Xingchen’s body after his death, and mind the tags. This is that perfect Yi City level of “horrifying and also very sad, I feel bad for my boy but also he is sort of defiling a corpse (though it is just kissing).” This might not sound like a recommendation but it is absolutely a recommendation.

Our Antebellum Innocence by spockandawe (@spockandawe). First time XueXiao. Xue Yang lays the groundwork for his first time with Xiao Xingchen with meticulous care.  This author always delivers, both in terms of excellent porn and in terms of characterization, and this is no exception. 

life’s illusions I recall by Sour_Idealist (@souridealist). The basics of this fic is just “outdoor sex at a river” and it is delicious for that, but what I love about it in particular is this author’s Xue Yang voice. It’s always good (they are the genius behind the incredible Jiang Yanli/Xue Yang fic - no, really), and this is a fic I come back to a lot for that reason. I also love the tag “two characters experiencing two very different fics” which feels like a very apt description for the XueXiao dynamic, generally speaking.

Selenographia by lightningwaltz. A lovely, short-ish fic about the Yi City years. I don’t feel like I have a good description for this one - it’s just one of those beautiful character/moment portrait pieces, very well done.

Stories from A Lonely City by blackwatervial. A series of snapshots/vignettes from the three years in Yi City. Sweetness, bittersweetness, and of course, ultimately, a sad end. This was one of the first Yi City fics I read.

yi city depression hours by glueskin (series). Just. You know. Some feelings. There’s two fics in this one, both short character study type fics making me feel feelings.

a bird caught in this winter blizzard by cherriru. I do love a good grief/mourning fic, especially featuring someone realizing slowly the sheer miserable depths of their fuck-up. Aka, Xue Yang after Xiao Xingchen’s death. It’s just sad. 

all I ever knew of love by Sour_Idealist (@souridealist). See what I said above about the Xue Yang voice and this author; this one also featuring blistering hot porn (first time), a little light praise kink, and huddling for warmth as an excuse for sex. It’s a perfect blend of filth and tenderness and I love it.

revelations wallet wood burn art by Sectionladvivi. This one describes itself in the summary as “grim pwp” and yeah, that fits (and also! is such a XueXiao vibe, whoop whoop); it’s based off the simple premise of ‘Xue Yang tells Xiao Xingchen who he is, in the middle of sex.’ Honestly, one of my favorite things about this fic is the ending, which is horrifying in the best possible way.

Your Heart Inside My Hands by williamshooketh (@ectoplasm-james). This fic is fabulously made for me in the specific subgenre of “Xue Yang thinks he knows what he is getting into when having sex with Xiao Xingchen and, it turns out, does not.” This one featuring some of my favorite things including praise kink and Xue Yang getting extremely fucked up by someone being very nice to him.

Sleep Until the Sun Goes Down by spockandawe (@spockandawe). Love me some Xiao Xingchen seducing Xue Yang with candy. First time fic, second person POV, absolutely delightful.

pass the time by short_tandem_repeats (@yiling). A-Qing and Xue Yang bonding hours. I am actually such a sucker for their weird relationship (I don’t poke at it enough in my own stuff, should work on that) and the way they recognize each other in ways that Xiao Xingchen doesn’t, and also a-Qing having to reckon with the ways in which she’s more like Xue Yang than like Xiao Xingchen. Just a very good fic with a delightful a-Qing.

Three Springs by Verbana. Just a really excellent Xiao Xingchen POV of the three years in Yi City and a developing relationship between Xiao Xingchen and Xue Yang. Beautifully written, a lovely escalation, and I’m absolutely delighted by the gentle loneliness of the Xiao Xingchen POV here.

Red Azalea by CeNedraRiva (@cenedrariva) (WIP). A longfic in progress following the continuing adventures of the Yi City Crew after Xiao Xingchen survives his suicide attempt and Xue Yang reconsiders some life choices. Recently got tag-updated to SongXueXiao which has me absolutely thrilled. Updates every Wednesday.

ephemeral by im_krying (WIP). Xue Yang, traveling around wearing Xiao Xingchen’s face, decides it is time to go looking for the last remaining part of Xiao Xingchen that he doesn’t already possess. That is to say, the eyes in Song Lan’s head. I’m really curious where this is going - it smells up my alley at this point though it’s been a bit since the last update. 

Heaven Has a Road But No One Walks It by Silvestris (@silvysartfulness) (WIP). Things I love: beating on Xue Yang, SongXueXiao, terrible road trips, fix-its where there’s a lot of suffering involved. Things this fic has: all of the above. I’m in love.

MODERN AU

(There are other recs to this one but for various reasons (pwp reasons) triggered my self-consciousness slightly too much to put on this post. Go check my bookmarks, you’ll find stuff there.

Most of these are PWP to greater or lesser extents (Rewritten and Misalignment are, I’d say, the exceptions); all very hot and fantastically written.)

circling like vultures by brawlite (@brawlite) (series). Truly quality porn, featuring mostly Xue Yang/Song Lan both pining for Xiao Xingchen, which is a thing that it turns out I really like. The sex is rough and mean and I’m really into it. (Okay, mostly the sex in the first one is mean, the second one is actually XueYao, and the third one is actually verging on nice. Wow! Growth. Anyway, it’s all very good and very My Scene.

Rewritten by incendir (series). This series is like. Everything I want from a modern AU and that was true even before the most recent fic gifted me a beat up Xue Yang suffering, so you know. I don’t have a good summary for this series other than that it’s basically a married Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen adopting Xue Yang as a third partner and it’s just. So well done, such good writing, such good characterization, I would read 20,000 more words of this and probably still be hungry.

catalyst by Ajaxthegreat. If there is a porny fic I’ve reread more than this one, I’m not sure what it would be. I’ve reread this one a lot. It’s very good. It’s very hot. I’m trying not to be self-conscious. SongXueXiao first time rough sex and boy is it tasty.

biting the bullet by Sectionladvivi. Xiao Xingchen doesn’t want to have to choose between his two boyfriends and so he doesn’t. Sectionladvivi in general writes some very sexy modern au PWP (including a few different Xue Yang/Lan Wangji fics which...didn’t see that one coming! But it works when they do it), so general rec for author but this one (as, you know, SongXueXiao porn), is one of my favorites, probably. 

sxx configurations by rynleaf (series). This is a SongXueXiao series on AO3 based off of @kevinkevinson‘s modern reincarnation AU and I am in love with both the art for that AU (go look!) and these fics, they’re so good, I’ve reread several times. 

Misalignment by Kasasagi (WIP). The one with a reincarnated Xue Yang and a Xiao Xingchen who arrives in the modern world from the past, fresh off his suicide.

And Once Again, if I’m Allowed to Rec My Own Fic

a kindness you can’t afford. Early days in Yi City after Xue Yang wakes up.

lick your exit wounds. I wanted canonverse-era bottom Xue Yang praise kink, so I wrote it for myself in the hopes others would also find this an interesting prospect.

this place could be beautiful. Xue Yang vs. domestic living.

tear out all your tenderness. Xue Yang gets turned on by murder and makes it a project to get Xiao Xingchen to lose control.

the beauty of your repair. PWP, modern AU SongXueXiao; there’s not an inkling of plot here, it’s really just an excuse to get Xue Yang wrecked, but nicely.

[owlheartt]

HAHA Hey suckers I lied Star Sanses Extended chapter 1 done NOW (link to it on AO3)

It was quite the normal day.

Unfortunately. The Great Papyrus was bored. He had already recalibrated his puzzles twice, made pasta 3 times, scolded his brother 4 times, and was trying to figure out what to do 5 and 6 times (because threes are overused) when something happened. Well, not really. Sans took one of his shortcuts to appear right behind Papyrus, something he did often to try and surprise him. Have no fear, Papyrus can’t be surprised, so his brother never succeeded.

Papyrus turned around, ready to scold his brother for not simply walking. Really, his sentry station wasn’t that far from Papyrus’s. Except… that wasn’t Sans. It was! But, well, he looked different.

“SANS? BROTHER, YOU DON’T HAVE TO DRESS UP AS ME TO FEEL AS GREAT. I KNOW YOU’RE TRYING YOUR BEST.” Sans was wearing a chest plate with a light gray t-shirt peeking out. There was a bright blue scarf wrapped around his neck, tied back rather effectively into a bow. It fit him, but Papyrus felt that scarves look better when they can flow dramatically in the wind. He had on gloves that looked identical to Papyrus’s but in the same blue as his scarf. And, interestingly enough, his eyes were not his regular white but light blue. “THAT IS BETTER THAN YOUR USUAL ATTIRE THOUGH, SO I THANK YOU FOR TRYING.”

“AH,” the smaller skeleton said. He looked a bit uncomfortable. Sans was never uncomfortable around Papyrus unless he was hiding something.

“SANS? IS THERE SOMETHING YOU NEED TO TELL ME? IF YOU WANT INTO THE ROYAL GUARD, I WOULD BE HAPPY TO TELL UNDYNE!!” Papyrus gave his brother a toothy grin (what else can he give him? Skeletons can’t hide their teeth, silly) in the hopes of comforting him. But still, Sans shook his head. Ah well, if his brother wanted to keep another secret-

“I’M ACTUALLY NOT YOUR BROTHER,” Sans (not Sans? Stary Sans? Blue Sans?) looked down before straightening himself. Now that this skeleton mentioned that he wasn’t Papyrus’s brother, the bigger skeleton noticed how much different he sounded. For one, those definitely sounded like all caps. Sans hated speaking in all caps, though he’d told Papyrus that it made him sound much more commanding. Next, his posture was much better. Sans had a terrible habit of slouching. His eyelights were also a cyan color, like a lighter shade of Sans’s magic.

“IF YOU’RE NOT MY BROTHER…” Papyrus scrunched up his face. This, was a puzzle. A puzzle he intended to solve all on his own. He stared down at the skeleton, who appeared to be bracing himself.

“WOWZERS, IT’S A LOT HARDER THAN I THOUGHT TO TALK TO AN ALTERNATE VERSION OF MY BROTHER,” Not Sans smiled awkwardly and looked away before quickly forcing himself to look back at Papyrus. Papyrus paused, trying to fit in what Blue Sans just called him.

“AN… ALTERNATE VERSION OF YOUR BROTHER?” Papyrus felt ridiculous repeating back what not Sans said, but he couldn’t help it. What did he mean by alternate version? Papyrus vaguely recalled a training session with Undyne. They liked to chat while they were sparring, and this particular time Undyne mentioned something Alphys was studying in her free time. “AUs.” She said. After a bit of questioning, Undyne revealed that AU was an abbreviation of Alternate Universe, but she hadn’t really been listening beyond that. Papyrus despised abbreviations, and found it so frustrating that Undyne and Sans were so intent on using them, that the words had stuck with him despite their vagueness. “ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ALTERNATE UNIVERSES?”

Not Sans perked up, his eye lights popping into stars. His smile went from awkward to excited as he began to talk.

“YES, I AM! HOW MUCH DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THEM? USUALLY PAPYRUSES AREN’T AWARE OF THEM, BUT IF YOU ALREADY KNOW OF THEM THAT WILL MAKE THIS MUCH EASIER!”

“I’M AFRAID MY KNOWLEDGE IS LACKING. IT WAS MENTIONED BRIEFLY BY MY FANTASTIC FRIEND UNDYNE, BUT SHE DIDN’T KNOW MUCH EITHER.” Papyrus announced, slightly embarrassed. The blue Sans faltered, but quickly regained his energy.

“ALTERNATE UNIVERSES ARE EXACTLY WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE! THEY ARE ALTERNATE VERSIONS OF THIS WORLD. MINE IS CALLED ‘UNDERSWAP,’ YOU AND I HAVE SWITCHED PERSONALITIES THERE, SO REALLY, WE’RE THE SAME.” Not Sans concluded, looking adequately proud of himself for such a well worded explanation.

“…I SEE. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE THEN, NOT SANS?” Papyrus inquired. There was also the question of how Not Sans got here, but Papyrus was certain he would learn in due time.

“BLUEBERRY IS FINE! I’M A PART OF A GROUP OF SANSES CALLED THE ‘STAR SANSES’ SO MY FRIENDS AND I ALL HAVE NICKNAMES.” Nicknames, Papyrus’s worst enemy. Blueberry didn’t seem to mind though, despite him supposedly being an alternate version of Papyrus. “BUT TO GET TO THE POINT- I AM HERE BECAUSE I NEED TO ASK A FAVOR OF YOU, CLASSIC PAPYRUS.”

“IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO ADD A TITLE TO MY NAME, THE GREAT WOULD BE BETTER, THANK YOU.” Papyrus announced, not sure what Blueberry meant by “classic.”

“NO, NO. CLASSIC IS A REFERENCE TO YOUR TIMELINE. YOUR TIMELINE IS THE ORIGINAL, SO IT’S LABELED ‘CLASSIC.’ I’M AFRAID MULTIPLE PAPYRUS USE ‘THE GREAT’ SO IT’S NOT AS DEFINING. IF YOU HAVE A DIFFERENT SUGGESTION, I’D BE OPEN FOR HEARING IT?” Blueberry sounded apologetic. Papyrus, meanwhile, was thinking hard. What other title would he like? Classic just didn’t suit him. He had to admit, Blueberry’s reasoning was sound. It might be better than coming up with his own. Still, if he could figure out a better one…

“THEN YOU CAN CALL ME COOL GUY INSTEAD!” Papyrus announced proudly. Blueberry hesitated then smiled.

“A NAME TO MATCH YOUR PERSONALITY? FANTASTIC! IGNORING THE FACT THAT I’M COOLER THAN YOU, IT’S PERFECT!” Blueberry concluded. Papyrus was tempted to correct him, but he could guess that it wouldn’t go so well. They were alternate versions of each other after all, so it would be difficult to discover who was cooler (it was obviously Papyrus though).

“ANYWAYS,” Papyrus said. “YOU MENTIONED A FAVOR? I’M FANTASTIC AT DOING FAVORS, AND I’D LOVE TO HELP YOU. WHAT DO YOU NEED?”

“MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT JOB. WE PROTECT THE MULTIVERSE FROM AN EVIL GROUP CALLED THE ‘BAD SANSES.’ THEY’VE BEEN SUPER ACTIVE LATELY, AND DREAM THINKS THEY’LL ATTACK TODAY. UNFORTUNATELY, I’M BUSY ALL OF TODAY. I’M WORRIED ALPHYS WON’T THINK I’M FIT FOR THE GAUD OF I MISS A TRAINING SESSION, AND TODAY’S IS PLANNED TO LAST UNTIL LATE TONIGHT.” Papyrus had to hold back laughs picturing the short scientist holding one of Undyne’s spears with an eyepatch stuck on. He couldn’t seem to make it look anything short of ridiculous.

“BUT! BACK TO THE FAVOR, I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD TAKE MY PLACE TODAY. IF YOU’RE BUSY TOO, I UNDERSTAND.” Blueberry concluded.

“IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT JOB. WHY DO YOU STILL WANT TO BE A MEMBER OF THE ROYAL GUARD? DOESN’T BEING A STAR SANS GIVE YOU ALL THE LOVE AND AFFECTION YOU COULD DESIRE?” Papyrus said haltingly. Star Sanses protected the whole multiverse, the Royal Guard just protects the underground. If that didn’t give Blueberry enough love… What hope did Papyrus have?

“WELL, IT DOES, BUT…” Blueberry took a deep breath. “I HAVEN’T SHARED WHAT I DO WITH MY TIMELINE YET. IT’S KIND OF A HUGE SECRET. I’M THE ONLY MULTIVERSAL BEING WHO ISN’T AN OUTCODE. IT’S NOT SOMETHING INCODES ARE SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT. THERE AREN’T REALLY RULES BUT…” Blueberry trailed off, looking a bit upset.

“I’M SORRY I PUSHED. DOES THAT MEAN I’M NOT ALLOWED TO TELL ANYONE? MY BROTHER IS REALLY GOOD AT KEEPING SECRETS, MAY I TELL HIM?” Both brothers kept secrets from each other. Papyrus had his share, and he knew Sans had a pile. They had recently talked about trying to be more open with each other, and Papyrus wasn’t sure how he could keep his brother’s trust if he made a new secret. It was important to prevent new secrets from forming.

“LIKE I SAID, THERE ARE NO SPECIFIC RULES. IT’S JUST WHAT YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH. BUT I WILL ASK THAT YOU COMMIT TO BEING ONE OF US BEFORE YOU TELL HIM,” Blueberry said firmly.

“OF COURSE! I WON’T LET YOU DOWN! HOW DO I HELP THOUGH? I’M NOT EVEN SURE HOW TO LEAVE MY TIMELINE.” Papyrus admitted. Blueberry looked relieved, and he stuck out his hand.

“I’M AFRAID I CAN’T OPEN MULTIVERSAL SHORT CUTS MYSELF, BUT IF YOU’D TAKE MY HAND MY FRIEND CAN BRING US OUT!” Blueberry widened his grin, and Papyrus reached out to grab his hand. There was a moment of stillness, where it was just the two of them in a snow covered forest. Some snow flurries falling from branches above. Papyrus shifted, the pause was uncomfortable. Just as Blueberry began to frown, a warm, distinctly yellow feeling began to spread through Papyrus’s bones. Blueberry even seemed to be glowing with the magic. Then pop, and he was somewhere new. It felt like a small jerk on his SOUL, more abrupt than his brother’s short cuts around the underground.

Speaking of, this wasn’t like anything Papyrus had seen in the underground. It was a large space with an orange gradient. It looked… undefinable, in the sense that it didn’t end. There were papers with small dancing images, and a number of them looked like Papyrus and his friends. Some were held up by strings while others hovered around the islands that floated about. It was a very dream-like place, like something Papyrus had imagined. It has been a long time since he dreamt something so serene, which was the only reason he could believe what he was seeing.

“Sorry about that Blue-” a new voice spoke, sounding a bit out of breath. Papyrus turned to find a golden Sans, laced with the same magic that brought him and Blueberry here. He had his hand wrapped tightly around another Sans. This one was incredibly short, he looked like a child compared to Papyrus (Not to fear! The Great Papyrus was fantastic with children!). He had a brush taller than him strapped to his back, and his outfit was all kinds of decorated- like a superhero! Both Sanses were.

“IT’S FINE. IS… IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT HERE?” Blueberry regarded the Golden Sans’s grip on the Sans with a brush. Oh dear, so many Sanses. Someone who wasn’t as brilliant as Papyrus might not be able to follow!

“Uh, yep!” The golden Sans smiled, but he looked a bit too stressed. The brush Sans, however, snapped his full attention to Papyrus. His eyelights bounced between color and shapes before finally landing on a bright sky-blue shaped as a triangle and a Royal purple as a star.

“HELLO!!!!! I’m Ink!!!!” Ink struggled out of the gold Sans’s gasp and bounced overs to Papyrus. It was disturbing how little he resembled Papyrus’s brother. “I’m the protector of the Multiverse!! You’re Classic Paps, right?!” Ink grinned wildly as Papyrus avoided cringing.

“HELLO, INK. PLEASE DON’T CALL ME PAPS, OR CLASSIC FOR THAT MATTER. BUT WOWIE, PROTECTOR OF THE MULTIVERSE SOUNDS LIKE SUCH A BIG JOB!” Papyrus couldn’t help but be in awe of Ink’s title. It sounded more important than Head of the Royal Guard. Ink’s grin grew and his purple eyelight turned yellow. He looked like he was about to respond, but the gold Sans cut him off.

“Yep, super big job, which is why he has us to keep him on track. Anyways, hello, my name is Dream. I’m the guardian of positivity. If you don’t want us calling you Classic, what should we call you?” Dream kept his smile up, but he looked exhausted.

“HE WANTS TO BE CALLED COOL GUY.” Blueberry announced. Dream managed to look more worn out before responding.

“That’s… a fun nickname. But this needs to be like a substitute for your real name? Just, please pick something different.” Dream sounded incredibly firm, and Papyrus didn’t want to wear him out anymore. So he listened.

“WHAT ABOUT COOL BONES?” Papyrus’s smile faltered as Dream’s eyelights flickered out.

“Papyrus, please, be serious.” Papyrus had been serious, but he decided not to mention it. “Just- here, think about our names for a moment? Ink, Blue, Dream,” Dream pause, looking up at Papyrus hopefully. Papyrus did his best to reconsider. He could find an alternate version of his name? Translate it into another language perhaps. There was also the history of the word itself, which he and Sans had searched up late one brotherly bonding night. While the word papyrus is a plant, it’s also a form of paper in Ancient Egypt. Paper has simply so many uses, and it’s so incredibly important (and obnoxiously underrated). The Great Papyrus wouldn’t mind being called Paper.

“I CAN BE PAPER!” He offered, and Dream relaxed into a more genuine smile.

“Oooh!!! Like the paper to my ink!!!” Ink grinned, absolutely delighted.

“No, actually-“ Papyrus (Paper?) tried to correct him. With all the meaning behind his choice, he wanted to give it the proper glory.

“WELCOME TO THE STAR SANSES, PAPER!!!” Blueberry said, cutting Papyrus off. He tried to place his hand on Papyrus’s shoulder, but after discovering he couldn’t reach Blueberry settled for patting Papyrus’s back.

“THANK YOU NEW FRIEND!!” Papyrus widened his smile, reveling in the fact that he had made not one, not two, but THREE new friends in less than an hour. He couldn’t wait to tell his brother.

“NOW THAT WE’VE GOT THAT OUT OF THE WAY,” Blueberry said, “I HAVE TO HEAD HOME, ALPHYS IS EXPECTING ME. GOOD LUCK PAPER!” Blueberry threw a glance at Dream, then he lit up with the same golden hue as last time and disappeared. Ink’s eyelights flashed to a different color as he focused again on Papyrus, who had noticed by now that Ink’s attention was short and his focus quickly shifted.

“So, buddy, what do you wanna do now?” Ink leaned forward, almost as if bowing, and he bounced a little on his heels before performing some kind of trick jump and landing on an island floating a few feet up. He was now roughly at Papyrus’s socket-level.

“We tell Papyrus how this is going to go.” Dream said, cutting Ink off. Ink frowned, one eyelight flipping to a purple question mark while the other changed to a dim reddish-orange square.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?” Papyrus wiggled his fingers, the fabric of his gloves rubbing. Dream sounded awfully serious, a stark contrast to Ink’s carefree nature.

“Blue’s already learned how to deal with… the Bad Sanses. Since we already know what does and doesn’t work, I’d rather skip the hard-learned lessons.” Dream gave a weak smile at the end, while Ink stuck out a rainbow colored tongue, nearly pouting.

“...WHAT MIGHT THOSE BE?” Papyrus began to worry for the first time since he accepted Blueberry’s offer.

“First of all, Blue’s already tried speeches.”

“MAYBE THEY JUST NEED MORE, OR HE HASN’T FOUND THE RIGHT ONE!” Papyrus said. Dream winced.

“Maybe, but we don’t have the time to give the speeches, and more often than not the Bad Sanses don’t even listen, they murder while you talk.” Dream said, the spot where his eyebrows would be tilting up.

“MURDER?” Papyrus faltered.

“Did Blue forget to tell you?” Ink asked. He had plopped down and was lying on his back with his skull dangling off his island, looking far too relaxed.

“TELL ME WHAT.” Papyrus didn’t want to guess this time. Dust isn’t a puzzle he ever wanted to solve.

“Our role as Guardians of the Multiverse is to protect timelines from being destroyed. The way that happens is the Bad Sanses wipe through the entire Underground, killing anyone and everyone they meet. Once they’ve killed enough, the timeline is unstable enough for them to destroy it directly.” Dream sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“Or so we think. Timelines are weird, and there could be a whole slew of reasons for how things work!! It’s really interesting. I’ve been wanting to study it all but- OOH A BUTTERFLY!!!” Ink said, jumping up to chase the shiny indigo insect. Even though Ink didn’t finish his sentence, Papyrus could get a sense of why he wasn’t learning anything. Ignoring the eccentric skeleton, Dream just looked sad. He was staring down at the ground, one hand wrapped tightly around the fabric above his SOUL.

“WHAT HAPPENS IF WE DON’T GET THERE IN TIME?” Papyrus tried to say it softly, but he could never figure out how to speak in lowercase. At least it still sounded caring.

“The entire timeline dies.” Dream sighed. He looked up, finally seeing Papyrus’s expression. “Ah! Don’t worry though!! We win a lot!! I’m just trying to explain why I need you to listen to me!!” Dream waved his hands about, trying to dispel the dark mood that had settled.

“THAT’S ALRIGHT. YOU WERE BEING HONEST. IT’S IMPORTANT TO UNDERSTAND ALL OF THE PIECES OF OUR JOB. I’M GLAD YOU TOLD ME.” Papyrus crouched so as to come eye to eye with Dream. He used this tactic with his brother whenever Sans was upset. Papyrus had found that it’s easier to talk to someone who’s right there with you. Papyrus reached out his gloved hands, and wrapped the bright, cheery red around Dream’s hands. Papyrus realized for the first time that Dream wore gloves too. Maybe he was a swapped version of Papyrus like Blueberry. Papyrus made a note to ask him later, when he was feeling better.

“Thank you, Paper.” Dream took a deep breath before continuing. “We pride ourselves in not killing anyone, ever. Not even the Bad Sanses. A tactic we like to use is trapping them. Blueberry does that the most, because he has the most magic to spare, so you’ll be using a lot of blue magic. Is that ok?”

“ABSOLUTELY!! I HAVE FANTASTIC CONTROL OF MY MAGIC, YOU DON’T NEED TO WORRY.”

“The butterfly flew away.” Ink said, butting in. He had a pout again. Papyrus leaned toward Dream a little and whispered to him.

“DOES… DOES HE PAY ATTENTION ENOUGH TO NOT GET HURT?” Papyrus was genuinely worried, but Dream burst out laughing. His grin widened as he turned toward Ink, who had begun to… eat… grass..?

“Most of the time.” Dream said, not particularly reassuring.

[cosmiclatte28]

The Four Princes (Reader x Jae, Yong, Yuta, Doie)

I am a sucker for royalty au! 

Here is a short story of you being a kitchen maid who befriends the three young prince and then one day the oldest is also getting to know you. 

note : Jaehyun is the oldest, Taeyong comes next, Yuta, and Doyoung is the maknae. 

It’s the best time of the year, the harvest festival. The King opens the gates and every commoner can attend the banquet the royal family has prepared. This is a joyful time for the town people but definitely not for the workers. Especially you who work in the kitchen.

“And that is everything we have to prepare by dawn! Then after the kingdom has their breakfast, we finish the main course and help serve the foods when the town people start to come in.” the head of cook has called all of the kitchen workers for a briefing. You sigh when you see the list of things you need to do.

“Wash the vegetables, peel the potatoes, chop the onions, great and more to do.” You sigh when you see the never-ending list you need to do.

“We will start this afternoon and then continue after dinner if we’re not done yet.” The captain explains.

You excuse yourself outside the stuffy kitchen and walk for a while in the maids’ quarter, no one is here mostly because they are busy decorating the palace and cooking. You bump into a tall body and almost scream in surprise, but the man was faster, and he clasps your mouth with his gloved hand.

“Your Royal Highness,” you curtseyed before him. “What are you doing here?”

He takes his hand away from your mouth, “My brother and I broke the vase in dad’s library and we’re hiding before he can finish us.” The youngest prince in the kingdom explains.

You nod your head, you know him, he’s the youngest Prince Doyoung and he usually played with you when you were younger.

“Hey (y/n) right?” he asks to make sure he is not talking to another maid. You feel a bit disappointed that he possibly forgot you. Well, he met a lot of pretty princesses on the other days won’t be a surprise if he forgets you.

“Yes Prince Doyoung, it is me the same person you used to play around with when we were 7.” You snickered. He’s known for his wisdom and that is also why he used to finish his classes earlier than his brothers. He used to sneak into the kitchen to taste some of the foods you have to learn to make.

“Sorry it’s just that it’s almost 10 years ago! I am seventeen now!” he laughs when he tries to remember the last time you two met. “I believe our last game was a hide and seek game and you cannot find me!” Doyoung begins to tease you when he remembers exactly what happened.

You roll your eyes, “Yes you were hiding in your parent’s bedroom. Cheating actually since I am not allowed to go there. Then you left! I find you now.” You sarcastically clap your hand “Game over, you surrender yourself to me.”

He laughs, “Yeah whatever. By the way can you please hide me? Tell them you did not see me if they come to look for me.” He looks around and smiles, “Where is your bedroom?”

You shake your head, “I am not hiding you.”

He rolls his eyes, “Please just this one time! I’ll give you everything, please show me where is your room.”

Your ears and his perk up when the sound of the King’s butler resonate along the kitchen. Doyoung’s big eyes widen and you quickly push him into your room. You close it right in time when Lucas, The King’s butler, appears and looks at you.

“Oh (y/n)? Don’t you have task in the kitchen?” he wonders why you are slacking here.

You smile, “Oh Lucas, don’t be so hard on me. I just need to take the vegetables and I’ll be back.”

Lucas bought your lie, “Oh let me go with you, It’s going to be heavy I can help.”

You thank him and after bringing the stocks into the kitchen you ask him, “Why are you in the maids’ quarter?”

He wipes a sweat, “I was told to look for Prince Doyoung, Yuta, and Taeyong. They played soccer inside the castle and broke their father’s favorite antique.” Lucas explains. He has been here since the oldest was born, Jaehyun.

“What about prince Jaehyun?” you ask feeling shy because oh that sweet prince can make everybody’s heart flutter when he smiles.

Lucas scoffs, “He’s the oldest. It’s good to know he doesn’t join his brothers silly act. He was in his room, reading books as usual.”

“Well then I guess I am just holding you back,” you excuse yourself to start working on your task and Lucas also leaves to look for the three brothers.

You shake your head, Doyoung and Yuta are great hiders! Back then Yuta also joined you and Doyoung playing around. Taeyong was just a year older than Yuta but Yuta was two years older than Doyoung and Jaehyun is three years older than Taeyong. They are all blessed with talents and good looks. Prince Jaehyun is known for his warm heart, Prince Taeyong is loved for his kindness, Prince Yuta is the kingdom’s brave warrior and Prince Doyoung is the brain of the four.

You finished washing the vegetables and begin to peel the potatoes. One of the hardest thing to do in your list today.

“Pstt (y/n),” a voice calls for you secretly. You look around, in this corner of the kitchen there are not many people surprisingly. You recognize the voice.

“Prince Yuta?” you ask, and he emerges from behind a tall cupboard, his gummy smile makes your heart flips.

“Lucas is gone.” You calmly continue your hand movements, he looks surprised.

“Oh, you knew?” he walks to your side. “Peeling potatoes can make you know what is happening to me?”

You laugh, “Your brother asked me for help earlier.”

Yuta scoffs, “Doyoung? He asked for help?”

You roll your eyes, “Weren’t you also going to ask for help?” He grins, suddenly feeling shy you can read through him.

“I just need you to bring me to Doyoung and then I’ll find a way out for us.” Yuta pleads.

You shrug your shoulder, “No. You should be a man and admit your fault. Why don’t you Taeyong and Doyoung just accept the fate that you three will be punished for what you did wrong.”

Yuta scratches his head, messing his hair and crown. “You don’t know how scary father is.”

You touch his arm, “I believe he’ll appreciate the honesty and courage the three of you have if you all face him now.”

Yuta looks to the distance, “Well you are right. He’ll respect our bravery but still we might be sent to detention.”

“Your worst detention won’t even last an hour.” You roll your eyes.

A deep voice intrudes and both of you stand in place when the oldest prince snickers, “No, it will last longer.”

“Hey there (y/n), I see you’re still in contact with my brothers.” He calmly paces into the small room.

Yuta is already standing in front of you.

“Hiding Yuta? Aren’t you known for your bravery?” Jaehyun places a hand over his shoulder.

Yuta gulps, “Well…”

Jaehyun cuts him, “What our favorite chef said was right. I’m sure dad will like it better if you three man up and admit your mistake.”

Yuta slumps his shoulder, he is nineteen but why is he discouraged to face his father.

“I know you Yuta, back then when I was just eleven and you were seven, you have the biggest courage to admit what you did wrong. Even me, who was eleven cannot do that but you, my little brother can do that! I want to see that side of you more.”

Yuta looks down on his feet, “I’m sorry.”

Jaehyun nods, “It’s okay… I know ever since mother’s death; Dad was hard on us and I saw all of us are always hiding something from him. I don’t think it is appropriate, what we did.”

You tear up, witnessing the warm deep talk within them.

“You’re right and (y/n) too, thank you for reminding me. I’ll go to dad.” Yuta forces a smile.

You pat his back, “That is more like the Yuta I grew up with! Doyoung is hiding in my room, don’t tell him I told you this!”  

Yuta smirked liking how you spoil Doie’s hiding place. He left after promising you he will help you once he told his dad about the soccer incident.

You’re left alone with Jaehyun, he knows you from his brothers’ stories.

“So, you are the fun famous (y/n),” he leans over one of the counters as you continue peeling skins.

You laugh, “Fun? Yes … Famous? Am I that famous?”

He smirks, “You’re the only girl they talk about. While I was taken to meet princesses, every time we leave a Kingdom the three of them will start comparing them to you.”

You feel surprised with this new information. “Oh that is new. I never hear that. I feel bad for the princesses, getting compared to just an ordinary kitchen maid.”

Jaehyun shakes his head, “No you’re not. You’re more than that! Or else they wouldn’t talk about you with fires in their eyes as if you were their life saviour. But yeah I can say you are their life saviour. At least, I am happy they can have fun in their younger days and you too.”

Jaehyun picks up a potato and out of the blue finds a knife from one of the drawers. “Let me help you, you’re not going to finish if you have to do this alone.”

“No you were not supposed to be here.” You take away his knife, but he was faster, and he takes it back “Let me, it’s an order from your future king.”

You sigh “Thank you.”

He accompanies you and asks about the life of a kitchen maid in this big kingdom. You politely tell him what you like and what you hope the king can improve and Jaehyun’s just nodding while posing opinions to you too.

“Hey, look who’s sent to detention,” another voice breaks the atmosphere.

You and Jaehyun turn your heads to see three young prince all standing side by side on the door with aprons on their bodies.

“Taeyong too?” you are surprised to see that they found Taeyong too.

“Taeyong was hiding in the chicken’s den.” Doyoung nags on him and Jaehyun just hung his jaw.

“You’re right Dad was not mad when we come up and admit we’re wrong.” Yuta speaks up.

“That’s a good news! Then why are you still sent to detention?” you ask them, confused.

Jaehyun hides a mysterious smile when he can kind of guess what happened.  

Doyoung speaks up, “Yuta found me hiding and he made me come with him to find Tae and admit our fault. Dad was mad at first for he was disappointed at our childish act but he lets us free this time because we admitted.”

“Well he said he wouldn’t be so mad if we speak up at first right away and not hide, lucky Lucas did not find us.” Taeyong finally opens his mouth.

You nod, “But what’s with the detention and apron?”

Yuta smiles, “Doyoung said to be fair we need to still get a consequence and Dad was flustered. So I suggested we were sent to help you do some of your task.”

Jaehyun secretly screams in his heart when his guess was right. He guessed this must be their way of spending more time with you. Ever since Doyoung reaches eleven years old, the King made the four of them train for wars, learn about their kingdom, and they do not have more time to play with you. Even when their bodies were inside the class, Jae knew their heads and hearts were in the field running and playing with you. They couldn’t simply go to meet you too on regular days because it’s not comfortable for the other workers. Jae had guessed that if Doyoung is smart, he would find a way to be able to legally spend time with their favorite friend.

“And because I bribed Dad that you are the youngest kitchen chef here, he agreed we help you.” Taeyong proudly smile.

You gasp and can’t express how grateful you feel. “Thank you so much. Now, if we want to finish before your dinner. Please help us cut the onions.” You point to the basket of onions.

Jaehyun laughs when the three of them groans “Seriously?! You want us to cry right?”

Jaehyun gives out his palm and you high-five him

‘Now I know why they love you, you’re fun and smart and just full of surprises. I’m glad I just have to help with the potatoes.” Jaehyun laughs heartily when he sees his brothers bickering on how to cut onions without crying.

You secretly feel happy and no longer sad about this. At least you’re not alone and you want the princes to also know why they should appreciate the harvest banquet. It is a big feast from thousands of hard works and labors, you wish the princes can learn something today and maybe tomorrow explain why the banquet feast for harvest should be respected and appreciated.

They were the four princes of your kingdom, you love them all for their own personalities. They’ll make a great team. Jaehyun can be their king, Doyoung for their monetary section, Taeyong for their humanity section and the brave Yuta on their defence line.

“Thank you, you’ve just brought us back together.” Jaehyun whispers and you look at him confused.

“We were not close after mother is gone. But I am glad to see the three of them hunched together like right now again.” Jaehyun smiles when he sees his younger brothers are enjoying talking to one another as they hold back their tears while cutting onions.

You nod your head, “You’re welcome. That’s the least I can do right? Besides they were also the one making my younger days bright.”

Jaehyun hums, “And if one day you end up with any of them, I’d be more than delighted to give you my blessing.”

You drop your knife and the three young princes look at you who just stared at Jaehyun’s eyes.

“What?” Jae snaps to his brothers.

“Go back to cutting the onions. We have other things to do too.” Jaehyun claps his hand and like magic you shake your head and focus back on doing your stuff.

“Stop making me get heart attacks and having my hopes up.” You stare at your potato.

Jaehyun shrugs his shoulder, “I am just saying this because I am the next king and I can make the rules.”

You secretly smile and want to just thank him for everything including helping you right now. You’re glad you belong to a kingdom who is in good hands.

“Also please come to the banquet tomorrow, I’ll tell the head of chef to give you a free time. You’re reserved a seat beside my brothers.” Jaehyun calmly says this.

Thank you was all you can mutter.

The next day, you’re taken to the kingdom’s dressing place and with the help of the maids, you’re dressed up clean and tidy.

“(Y/N)!!” was all you need to hear from Yuta, Doyoung, and Taeyong for you to know this will be one of your best memories.

[captainsolare]

I’ve finally made time to sent one I’m for your event todoroki or Shinso 👀+ murder mystery AU+ quick my ex is right there kiss me 🥴 also hope you recover well from your surgery 😤

A/N: Hello dear! I hope you like it! And thank you :) it’s going well so far

Murder Mystery AU + quick my ex is coming, kiss me + Shinso 

“Some of you, will be murdered tonight.” The atmosphere of the party was buzzing, fake champagne, masquerade masks, everyone was ready for the night to begin. You supposed under normal circumstances you'd be shocked or at least concerned at the threat of murder, but this was an annual event at Chargebolt's place, a murder mystery party for his friends and anyone else lucky enough to get an invitation. 

The rules of the game were simple, find the killer before you were killed, no quirks allowed. You were given a number badge to wear on your person, and if you were "killed" it would announce it over the PA system. Each game lasted only two hours, due to the number of participants. At the door, you were also given a slip of paper with your role on it. You smiled as you tucked yours in your pocket, killer. 

 The lights would go out soon, giving people a chance to disperse throughout the mansion, but in the meantime, you looked around for someone to team up with. Even if there were no quirks allowed, making things relatively even on the playing field, you weren’t eager to walk around by yourself. Spotting a head of purple hair you brightened up, is that?  Tapping his shoulder, a masked man who had to be Shinso turned around. “Hitoshi is that you?” You whispered, and his face melted into a smile after he recognized you. “Y/N! Want to team up?” 

You nodded and the two of you linked arms, looking for a place to hide out. “It’s kind of a relief to find someone I know.” You commented, trying to push the lightning-fast beat of your heart out of your mind. You ran in different circles in high school but you’d had the biggest crush on him, by the time you worked up the courage to tell him it was too late, he was already going to an agency across the country. So you’d kept it to yourself all these years and here you were, wandering in the dark attached to his arm. “I know right? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” He chuckled, and you squeezed his arm lightly in response to noise down the hall. Ducking into a nearby room, the lights turned on once more, signaling the game’s start. 

“Should we wait here? Or do you want to wander around for a while?” Shinso asked. He desperately hoped you couldn’t hear his heart pounding as you breathed against him. You suddenly became hyper-aware that you were still wrapped around his arm so you sheepishly let go and shifted over a few steps. “Wait, first what role did you get? I know we’re not really supposed to say but since we’re teaming up and all.” The words came tumbling from your mouth. Oh geez, I guess I’m more nervous than I thought. Shinso pondered for a moment, deciding whether to reveal his position or not. “How about we show each other at the same time?” 

You nodded and you both reached into your pockets, “1, 2, 3.” You each held your papers out to each other. Simultaneous relief and exhilaration washed over you, they both read killer. “Fantastic! I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to kill you.” Shinso whispered, a hint of a chuckle in his voice. You nodded, trying to ignore the way his voice was currently making you feel. “So what’s the plan? Go after our old classmates?” You suggested. 

Your companion nodded in agreement, “Great, we can pretend to be that one lost couple, no one will suspect a thing.” 

Suddenly the door opened to reveal a lone person, you quickly grabbed them and “killed” them. “Participant #245 has been killed.” The PA system alerted. You listened at the door and heard nothing so tentatively opened the door to the hallway. You and Shinso quietly made your way down the hallway, freezing as you heard voices. It was too late to retreat back to the room you came from, and worse yet they would probably discover the body. You quickly pulled into an alcove, shrinking to the wall. The group opened the door and you heard the voices more clearly, the wince you made must have been evident because Shinso looked at you with concern. Of course who other to run into than your jerk of an ex-boyfriend. 

The voices were coming closer, and there was no time to think. “Quick Hitoshi, my ex is coming, kiss me.” He began to protest but there was no time, if you were discovered hiding doing nothing, you’d be found out as the killers for sure. He pulled you close and kissed you as the voices came upon you. 

“You think they’re the killers?” Someone in the group asked. “Them?” Your ex asked, “No way, they’re just making out.” “Gross.” The group left and you pulled away, covering your mouth in embarrassment. “Woah.” Shinso said, panting. “I’m so sorry about that.” You grimaced, looking down at your feet. I can’t believe I just kissed him! What’s wrong with me? 

 “No no it’s okay, just… wasn’t expecting it.” You found somewhere else to take a breather, but couldn’t bring yourself to look at Hitoshi. “Who was that anyway? He sounded like a jerk.” You snorted, “After you left and I found work at an agency I started going out with him. Things were fine but then he dumped me on his birthday, in front of all his friends.” 

Shinso frowned, “Seriously? I have some choice words for him.” You put your hand up with a smile, “No need to waste your breath on him. I’m really fine.” Shinso smiled, “Damn right you are.” The play on words took you a moment but you chuckled, “Thank you Hitoshi.” 

“New game plan.” Shinso piped up. You tilted your head, confused. “Let’s go after your ex and his loser friends. It’s payback time.” You bit your lip and tried not to laugh, “Sounds perfect. They couldn’t have gotten far.” 

The two of you picked off the group one by one, dwindling their numbers and stressing them out. “Crap, I’m all alone now.” Your ex said you could hear the desperation in his voice. You stopped in front of him, “Oh no! Poor E/N is all alone.” He froze, “How do you know who I am?” 

You smiled, resisting the urge to chuckle. “How could I forget?” After you killed him, you took off your mask to reveal the top half of your face and he gasped. “You!” “Yep! Bye sucker.” 

You tied your mask back on and left, satisfied that there was no way he could rat you out and that you’d gotten to blow off a little steam. “The time limit is up! Everyone return to the ballroom.” Denki said over the speaker. 

“You up for another game?” Shinso asked once you’d returned to the ballroom. You shook your head, “No way, I’m exhausted.” Hitoshi smiled, “Me too. Walk you to your car?” He asked, not wanting this time to end with you just yet. You nodded and took his arm, heart beating as you remembered the kiss from earlier. 

He walked you to your car and you stood in awkward silence, neither one of you wanted to break it. “I’m so sorry about the kiss earlier! I definitely should have given you more warning.” You blurted, biting your lip. Shinso ran his fingers along the back of his neck, “Yeah about that,” You braced yourself for the worst, but then he continued. “I really wouldn’t mind another one. If that’s okay with you.” Your head snapped up and you found yourself face to face with a bright red Shinso. 

Before he could stop himself the words were tumbling from his mouth, “You see, I had such a big crush on you in high school and then I left and you were with him and now I’m back and I don’t know, would you even want to go out? I probably sound like a dork but-” You put a finger to his lips to silence him, then replaced it with yours. “I would love to. Truth is, I’ve liked you just as long.” 

“Really?” His voice cracked slightly. You smiled sheepishly, cheeks warm as you checked your watch. “It’s only midnight, how about we grab a bite?” You suggested, hoping he’d say yes. To your delight, “That sounds perfect.”

[alpacaparkaseok]

7 Secrets <pt. 3>

GENRE: Soulmate!au BTS!

WARNINGS: It’s a bit emotional, but not too bad. So don’t cry, ok?

WORD COUNT: 2,143

Part 3 here we go! Like I mentioned before, I want to make this story as realistic as possible, while still allowing for fun elements. Obviously that implies some emotional moments, but I feel like this will hopefully allow us to see Beth (and the other characters) is a familiar light. I’ve fallen in love with these characters much faster than I even anticipated, so I hope you enjoy! Part 4 will be up soon!

A hushed conversation is what eventually pulls me out of my slumber, although I try my best to ignore them.

“I just feel bad waking her up, she must be exhausted.”

“Yeah, but she won’t be able to sleep tonight if she sleeps much longer.”

“True. Ah, do you think she’ll notice if I steal her photo from Jeju Island?”

At this I finally drag myself to consciousness, ferociously protective of my photo. “You touch it and you die,” my threat comes out sounding not quite as threatening as I had hoped, and the fact that my exhausted brain only managed to get the threat out in English doesn’t help.

I turn to see Minsuh and Aera standing guiltily in the doorway, the former with an embarrassed smile.

“Did you just threaten us?” Minsuh asks tauntingly, knowing that it always takes me a few minutes after I wake up to completely switch into Korean mode. I simply nod as angrily as possible.

“Of course,” Aera snorts at my predicament. “It was easy to tell from your tone of voice. You know, for being the youngest, you aren’t very respectful of your elders.”

I completely ignore her, this being a common point of teasing between us all. Although I am the youngest, and the last out of the seven of us to find out about this whole soulmate mess, they still tend to look to me when it comes to making leadership decisions. I’ve never questioned it much, having always felt most comfortable leading, but I can’t help but wonder if it has something to do with who my soulmate is.

I check my phone to see that it’s already nearly 9 pm, and I shoot them a glare at the same time my stomach growls. They simply skip out of my room, but not before Aera peeks back in to tell me to freshen up.

“We’ll go out to eat in fifteen minutes! Are you sure you don’t want takeout instead? It’s been a long day for you.” Aera takes all of my possible needs into consideration, a trait that I’ve always admired. It’s also the reason why we’ve often had to tell her to slow down, breathe, and focus on taking care of herself. I hope Jimin will understand that too.

Long story short, I have a lot of hopes for my fellow soul-sisters and their soulmates and very, very little for myself.

“No, I want to go out. It’s been so long since we’ve all gone out together. What are we getting?”

Aera smiles at me, pleased with my decision. She’s one of the most social, always aching to get out and go do something.

“Ichika was going on about getting some udon noodles, does that sound alright?”

My stomach rumbles at the mere mention of the Japanese noodles, and we both take that as a yes.

↔

When Bang Si-hyuk decided that it would be best if the seven of us had an apartment together in Seoul, our only condition was that it be close to good food. He might have thought it strange or immature, but I’m still grateful for our foresight back then.

I currently wander beside Himari, our arms slung around each other's shoulders. Ichika leads the way with Kyung-Soon, the two of them rubbing their bellies as we all talk about the good food we just devoured.

If I try hard enough, the cameras that are capturing our every move fade away into the blackness of the night.

Minsuh, Aera, and Seohyun bring up the rear, singing “Mic Drop” at the top of their lungs.

“Himari! Himari!” Seohyun giggles like a maniac. It’s no secret she’s a sucker for Mic Drop. I’ve heard her sing it more than I’ve heard the actual song at this point. “C’mon, help me with the ‘mic mic bungee’ transition, from j-hope to Suga.”

Himari wastes no time in jumping back there, the two of them looking absolutely insane as they go all out. It leaves the rest of us with tears running from our eyes at the sight.

“You look drunk,” Kyung-Soon points out, trying and failing to look serious. “Did you drink?”

Both girls giggle in response, still trying to perfect the transition. “No, of course not. We’re drunk on life, Soon-ah!” Seohyun blurts out, and we all groan in response.

“You know how we get when we’re all together,” Aera interjects. I note that Minsuh has taken her phone out of her pocket and is filming the show. I have no doubt that she’ll find a way to use the footage against them in the future.

“It’s been sooo long,” Ichika adds, smiling warmly at me.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry that I had to leave for so long. I know you all missed me.” I smirk at them, and they roll their eyes at me. Nobody denies it though, I have hundreds of text messages stating how much they missed me to prove it. I swear I received at least one every day.

Kyung-Soon links her arm in mine, and we continue walking. “We’ll see you weirdos at the house,” she calls over her shoulder. One camera breaks off to follow us from a distance, the other staying behind to watch the show play out. Sure enough, Seohyun and Himari hardly even notice our absence, they’re too busy trying to remember choreography.

With only a couple of blocks left to go before we make it back to our apartment, Soon and I fall into a companionable silence. It’s a while before she breaks it.

“How’s everything going with your book?”

I smile at her, touched that she thought to even ask. She’s always been good at that, though. “It’s...going.” I shrug, and she gives me a knowing laugh.

“You’ve said that about every book. Is this one no different?”

Kyung-Soon is one of the quieter ones, but she’s also one of the people I trust the most. We’ve spent countless nights over the past three years talking late into the night, bouncing book ideas off of each other as well as discussing our deepest fears.

“Well, it was going great for a while. Right now I’m struggling with a bit of writer’s block. Or it’s not even writer’s block. I’m just…” I sigh, craning my neck to look up at the stars far above me. “I’m just tired.”

Kyung-Soon hums in acknowledgement. That’s another thing that I admire. She rarely jumps in with a solution. If she asks a question, it’s because she wants to listen to the answer, not because she’s waiting with a counter-attack.

I wonder for a brief moment if Jin, her soulmate, does the same thing. I entertain the thought for all of two seconds before shaking it off.

Our apartment can be seen at the end of the street, the balcony light still flipped on from earlier.

“Why do you think you’re tired?”

I look at Kyung-Soon, my oldest soul-sister also looking at the balcony light with a small smile on her face. With that expression on her face, I release a shaky breath. The exhaustion from my flight, the pressure of my book deadlines as well as current Webtoon updates and meetings that I have coming up all settle in.

“Soon-ah,” I whisper, and I lower my gaze until it falls on the microphone clipped to my shirt. “Am I doing the right thing?”

She waits patiently for me to continue, even as she gestures something to the cameraman. He mumbles a quiet “goodnight” before retreating into the shadows to set up his camera in a new position.

Kyung-Soon unlocks the door, quietly ushering me inside as I take deep breaths. It doesn’t take long before I’m led out onto the balcony, and I realize that she must have told the cameraman that we would be up there, thus allowing him to capture more footage without having him impose on our conversation inside. I’m grateful for her kind thought, I usually hate when the cameras have to follow us inside.

“It’s just, everytime I come back to Seoul, I start questioning myself all over again.” I wrap myself up in a spare blanket, offering another to Kyung-Soon which she accepts. “There’s just so much uncertainty. Not just in my job. I’m kind of used to that by now, everything can change in a rewrite or an editorial meeting and turn my whole book upside down in a matter of seconds. It’s frustrating, but I can handle that.”

Soon sits quietly, looking up at the night sky. I mirror her movement, hoping it masks the tears that are threatening to spill over at any minute now.

“What’s the other uncertainty?”

We both already know what it is, although I rarely speak about it. I’ve never really even known how to open up and talk about how even though I should be the most happy girl in the world knowing that Kim Namjoon is my soulmate, I have to stop myself from fleeing to Antarctica at the mere thought of actually having to face him.

“I can’t-” I start, but Soon cuts me off.

“You have to.” I look over at her face, which is now completely serious. “Beth, please don’t lock us out and keep all of these feelings to yourself. You don’t have to tell us every little thing, but you need to talk about it. Just because you don’t say it out loud doesn’t mean that you won’t feel scared or worried anymore.”

Sometime during her little speech, the tears started falling. I fall into Soon’s embrace, neither one of us acknowledging the fact that this is the first time I’ve openly cried about my soulmate since that first weekend in Jeju Island. And, if I remember correctly, all of us cried a bit that weekend.

We stay there for a few minutes, and I close my eyes tight because every time I open them they stray to where the cameraman sits in the shadows, eating up the sentimental moment.

“Please tell me,” Soon whispers, and I nod even as a broken hiccup leaves me. I chuckle at the random hiccup, and it helps me to breathe easier as the load I’m bearing is already starting to feel lighter.

“I look at our boys,” I begin, clinging tightly to my blanket and looking up at the stars for the strength I need to say what I need to say. “And I feel like they’re already complete. They have each other, they have ARMY, they’re complete. They have no idea that soulmates are even a thing, let alone that they have soulmates. There’s a part of me that’s mad about that. Mad that for the last three years I’ve been waiting for a man that is already happy without me, that is already more loved that he can even fathom. Mad at freaking Mr. Bang,” Soon chuckles, knowing how much I love and hate the man, “because he refuses to tell them until the ‘time is right’. It’s been three years! And I’ve picked myself back up and tried my hardest to continue on in my career, and it’s fulfilling. I have the most amazing friends in the world, my family is so loving and supportive, and I love my job.”

I stop, nearly panting as my anger fades into something sharper, jabbing at my heart as hot tears spill out onto my cheeks. Soon squeezes my shoulder, bringing me back to the present.

“So why do I feel so lonely?”

I lose the ability to go on speaking, the words too heavy to push out anymore. Instead I simply stare down at my knuckles that clutch the blanket so hard they’re white.

“Oh, Beth. I’m so sorry. Here I was, thinking that it was physically impossible for you to miss Namjoon. Turns out you’re just like me!” Kyung-Soon chuckles even as she wipes the tears from my eyes. “And I know what you’re thinking. How can I miss someone I’ve never met? Easy.” She holds a hand to her heart, and for a moment I can see through my tears enough to see the faraway look in her eyes, mingled with pain and adoration. “Jin has my heart. The idiot doesn’t even realize it, but he’s got it. So I just hope that he returns it to me soon, and in person. That way I can give him a taste of his own medicine and steal his heart. See how he likes it.”

I can’t help but laugh at the evil wink Soon sends me.

“He’ll probably fall in love with you the second he sees you, Soon-ah.”

“What’s that word you taught me again? When I want to say the same thing back?

Another chuckle falls from my lips. “Ditto?”

“Yeah, that. Ditto, Beth. Namjoon won’t know what hit him.”

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[aurumacadicus]

The mummy au? 1999 one not the tom cruise

We refuse to acknowledge Tom Cruise on this blog

The war happens, and Tony’s parents don’t make it back from France, and then it’s... it’s just him, the last Stark, young and alone in a mansion that’s too big. The only good thing about the entire tragedy is that he gets to go to school to become a librarian, because it’s what he always wanted to do, but his parents would have never allowed it. There he meets Rhodey, in an Egyptology class, where they bond over the war changing their lives irreparably. When Rhodey comes back from an archaeological dig with a box and a map to Hamunaptra and sets it on Tony’s desk, Tony squeals and books them a trip to Egypt.

Rhodey does not mention that he technically got the box and map from Steve Rogers, who shoved them at him when he realized he was going to be arrested. It’s only after they get to Egypt that Rhodey sees Steve is still in jail (and about to be hanged) and says, “Um, we might need some help from a guy. His name might be Steve Rogers. He might have been arrested.” Tony stares at him. “Did he deserve to be arrested?” Rhodey shrugs. “Eh?” “Well, it’s not bad enough for you to be upset about it,” Tony reasons, and then he goes to the jail where Steve is and asks him to lead them to Hamunaptra. “I’ll do it on one condition,” Steve says, and then urges Tony closer. Tony holds his hat up so that it blocks view of them from the guards. “Yes?” Steve grabs him by the collar and drags him into a bruising kiss before he leans back and says, “Get me out of here.” Tony gapes at him as he’s dragged away. “Oh, I know that face,” Rhodey says miserably. They’re breaking Rogers out of prison.

Steve is actually pretty smitten with Tony. He’s fierce and he’s tough and at one point his gun ran out of bullets so he chucked it at Beni and it hit him right in the head. Steve is a sucker for fierceness and toughness. “So, uh, what’s Tony’s deal, got a wife at home or anything?” Steve asks Rhodey. “If you ever speak to me about this again, I will remove your head from your body,” Rhodey replies. Steve stares at him for a very long time before saying, “That’s not a no.” Rhodey actually has his hands up to strangle Steve when they hear someone shout, “No! You mustn’t read from the book!” and they both know, immediately and without looking, that Tony just did exactly that.

A high priest who calls himself Tiberius sees Tony, the spitting image of his past lover, and he decides that he’ll sacrifice Tony to bring his lover back to life like he’d promised before he’d been sealed in his sarcophagus. A man with a sword and a handsome face shows up to beat Tiberius back, and they flee. “Is everyone in Egypt handsome?!” Tony hisses to Rhodey angrily. “Keep running because I am not dying in the Egyptian desert because you read a fucking book,” Rhodey snaps back at him. “And keep it in your pants, Tony. At least until we’re sure we’re not gonna die.” “Are they always like this?” the man asks Steve. Steve shrugs. “I haven’t known them long, but it seems like it.”

They save the day eventually. “So, uh, I asked Jim, but he didn’t answer, so... You got a wife at home or anything?” Steve asks, rubbing the back of his head. Tony jerks his head from watching Rhodey and Bucky bicker about the best kind of beer in what looks like it could be flirting but could also be actual death threats toward each other. (God. He goes by Bucky. Why couldn’t it be something sexy like Ardeth or something like that.) “Huh?” Steve raises an eyebrow. “You? Got a wife or something?” “No,” Tony answers, confused. “Why?” Steve stares at him for a long moment, but apparently Tony really is that oblivious, he realizes. So he curls his hands over Tony’s hips and draws him in slowly, leaning down to swallow Tony’s startled gasp after he pulls him flush against his body. This time, Tony has the time to kiss back.

[versdan]

Not All That (College!Carol Danvers x Reader)

Summary: Carol puts on a big persona being one of the most infamous jocks in the school. But what happens when someone like you can see right through it?

A/N: This is for @stuckonjbbarnes ‘ writing challenge! I’m so sorry this is hella late oh my- but! congrats again babes! I’m a sucker for college!Carol omf- Also, I took some lines out from the lyrics so some may be missing if you know the song. Also, quick thank you to my tumblr gf/mob gf @envoyofyagami​ for proof reading this. Love you babe 💞 I hope you guys enjoy & sorry for any typos! Requests are open!

Song: Cooler Than Me - Mike Posner

Pairings: Carol Danvers x F!Reader

AU: Frat/F-boy/College ish

lyrics are italicized & bolded!

please don’t repost/plagerize my work! x

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If I could write you a song to make you fall in love

I would already have you up under my arm

You don’t know what your infatuation was with her. Maybe it was her confidence or the way that she just went about her life not caring but it pulled you in hard. Carol was one of the most talked about individuals on campus, having been known for her attitude towards people and just known as the life of the party. So when she began to develop a bit of a soft spot for you, it almost seemed to change her demeanor around her friends.

You both had been roommates since the beginning of your second year in college so you both had a small connection already which only allowed your feelings to blossom for the girl. 

I used up all my tricks, I hope that you like this

But, you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me

You had tried to push through Carols’ tough girl act but you couldn’t seem to budge through and it made you a bit sad. You had wanted to get to know her and yet it almost seemed as if she had begun to shut you out once she began to open up slightly. You never wanted to push Carol to her breaking point but it felt as if you did a bit.

Carol on the other hand was scared. She was scared to fall for someone again for her just to end up broken hearted like in her previous relationship. When she felt herself growing feelings towards you, she immediately separated herself from the friendship out of a good decision for herself, or so she thought it was.

When you saw that she was spending less time in your dorm together and eventually moved out to live in the frat house along with the other mates, you felt worse for even trying to pester her with questions in the first place. You tried to not think about her and hang out with your new roommate but no one can replace Carol in your mind. You couldn’t stop thinking about her and it hurt to see her around campus as you both acted like strangers.

And you never say hey, or remember my name

And it's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me

In class, it was odd sitting next to each other. Not speaking a word when you both were known for being the loudest pair in class during lectures that you’d even get in trouble more than once from the professor and other classmates. Carol eventually stopped showing up or even moved her seat to another row, far from you and that’s when you knew things had definitely changed. You had no choice but to accept this big change even if you didn’t like it. 

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You sat in your room, studying for your bio exam you had in two days so light cramming was your go to at the moment so you wouldn’t cram every chapter the day of. Your roommate came rushing into the room, throwing the book bag onto her bed before throwing herself on top of yours, laying all over your papers and notes. You sat there staring at her before laughing. “You alright?”

She sighed, rolling over onto her back, extending her arms out. “Classes are so boring. I feel like I am mentally drained that even answering the simple question of what is two plus two makes me blank” she said, rubbing her eyes with her fingers as you shook your head, continuing to write down notes.

“And watching you write notes, isn’t helping! Come on, (Y/N). Let’s go to the frat party tonight, everyone in the dorm is talking about it” She said, lowering your notebook from your hands as you sighed.

“I have to study for this exam, you know this” you told her, looking at her as she gave you puppy eyes. Sighing, you closed your notebook, knowing you couldn't resist the puppy eyes. “Fine. But don’t think this will happen again” you told her as she screamed getting up and running over to the shared closet for an outfit to wear.

You dreaded wanting to go to this party. You knew it was gonna be at the frat house Carol hangs out the most at and you didn’t want to run into her after everything that has happened. But another part of you wanted to show up to the party and forget about everything. To just let loose and if Carol sees, then Carol sees.

“Oh, what the hell” you said to yourself, getting up to go to your dresser trying to find something to wear as well.

But you don't know the way that you look

When your steps make that much noise

You both arrived at the party and the front lawn was already trashed with loads of people outside, making out or talking to one another. Walking through the front door, the music immediately made your head pound. Your roommate weaved her way easily through the crowd, leaving you alone. Typical.

Making your way to the kitchen, you grabbed an empty cup and filled it with the nearest drink you could grab and took a sip. It burned a bit but it was bearable. Looking around the kitchen and into the living room, you had underestimated how many more people there were tonight compared to every other party. Letting out a breath you tried to look for your roommate so you wouldn’t be alone at this party.

When looking around the room, you had locked eyes with Carol. She stood near the doorway, seeming to have to just walked in as she stopped greeting people midway. Your breathing hitched as a part of you almost seemed to flutter after not seeing her for so long. Turning around quickly and downing your drink, you threw your cup away. A random guy who had seen you down the drink, looked at you in awe. “Beat it” you spoke out softly before walking out the kitchen.

Walking past people dancing and away from the eye site of Carol, you made your way to the other side of the house where it was less packed with people and took a seat on the couch. You let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding in. It was predictable that you were going to see her tonight no matter if you were going to hide in the farthest corner of the house or not, but you didn’t think a part of you would want to see her. Would want to talk to her tonight and just be close to her.

“You shouldn’t think too hard, ya know. It’s not good for you” you heard a voice say which pulled you out of your thoughts. Looking up, Carol stood smirking down at you while holding a drink. She took a seat next to you as you turned a bit away from her.

“Oh, come on. We’re old friends, don’t act like a stranger now” she said, taking a drink from her cup, looking away as you looked towards her and scoffing. She didn’t just call you a stranger

“You’re really one to talk and call me a stranger” you said, rolling your eyes as she turned to look at you giving a small smile.

“Oh, look! she speaks” Carol teased as you scoffed again, getting up to walk away before Carol reached out for your wrist and grabbing it.

“I’m only teasing. Come on, you know me (Y/N).” she told you as you turned to look at her, feeling anger bubble up inside you.

Shh, I got you all figured out

You need everyone's eyes just to feel seen

“Do I know you? because the Carol I know wouldn’t just leave me with no explanation” you told her as you saw her shoulders drop a bit as she let go of your wrist. A part of you didn’t want her to let go of you. You missed her touch already and it was only there for a good 30 seconds.

“I know, I just-” she started but you interrupted her.

“You just what? Found better people to hang out with? Shut me out completely even if we had made a pact? I was there for you and you knew that yet you still shut me out” you told her, finally airing it out to her but you couldn’t tell if it hurt to say that or felt good. You didn’t want to cry at a stupid frat party but here you were, beginning to tear up infront of your long-time crush.

Carol looked at you and placed a hand onto your cheek to which you leaned into her touch, closing your eyes for a second before looking at her.

Behind your makeup nobody knows who you even are

Who do you think that you are

“I miss you Carol. The real you, not this version of yourself that I lost you to” you said softly and it broke Carol’s heart. She knew she shouldn’t have pushed you away for any reason but she was scared. 

“I’m sorry. I was scared of what really was happening. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you that I was falling for you because I was scared that once I had you, I would lose you. I never wanted to lose you and that is exactly what happened” Carol said, feeling a weight off her shoulders finally telling you how she felt. You shook your head at her, grabbing her hand that was on your face and taking it into both your hands. 

“I’m still here for you. I’m always going to be here and you know that” You told her, pulling her in for a hug to which she returned. Everything felt okay in that moment, like all had returned to normal and never changed. You closed your eyes and savored the moment before Carol pulled back, placing her hands on either side of your face before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours. You kissed her back, placing your arms on her shoulders. You smiled into the kiss before pulling away and hearing a few cheers around you both. Looking over you saw Tony and Steve cheering you both on as you let out a small chuckle. 

“Let me re-introduce myself” Carol said, looking back at you, pulling away slowly and outstretching her hand. “My name is Carol and I think you are absolutely stunning” she said with a smile. You let out a chuckle, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you, Carol. I’m (Y/N) and you’re not so bad yourself” you said, smiling at her as she raised your hand making you turn so your back was against her. She placed a kiss on your neck before wrapping her arms around your waist as you both swayed to the music. Maybe you both lost each other for a reason in order to find yourselves in the end.

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feedback is appreciated!

[telehxhtrash]

Tele, I raise you HIGHSCHOOL AU + KISSING BOOTH + PRACTICE KISSING.

Ysabel I am going to pass out because of how much i adore this idea. I. I'm in love. This is it. I'm an absolute SUCKER for dumb rom-com clichés and you managed to put 3 of those in the same thing and i- it's perfect. honestly i dont even have WORDS fjdngjkdngjk it's so PERFECT IT WOULD WORK SO WELL OMFG SO LIKE this is how i imagine itd go (buckle up it's gonna be the most cliché thing you've ever read - and also probably extremely badly written but pls bear with me)

• Gon is ofc the extremely popular kid, in every sports club he could ever possibly join, extremely athletic and very kind to everyone and loveable - basically everyone is in love with him.

• Killua is the rich (ok remember that he's rich pls it's important), smart kid who mostly keeps to himself and pretty much scares people away because he's always sarcastic/doesn't want to be bothered.

And of course, they've been best friends since forever. They grew up together, always do everything together, hang out everyday.... And it's because they're so different that it works. They both allow each other to shine brighter.

Prom is pretty close, and all the excitement surrounding it totally flies over Killua's head because he's never been and will NEVER go, thank you very much. The mere thought of being in the same room as thousands of horny teenagers is enough to make him want to puke.

But Gon, sweet, adorable, peppy Gon, runs full speed at Killua down the hallway the SECOND he hears about prom, like he's been doing for the past 3 years.

"Gon I swear to god if you ask me to go to prom again after i told you a thousand times that i will NEVER go i will-"

"Mh-mh Killua ! That's not it ! I had a brilliant idea on how to fund prom this year !!" that sentence and Gon's wide grin and the glint of mischief in his eyes make Killua very scared of what's coming next...

"A kissing booth !! I'm gonna set up a kissing booth !" hold on- WHAT??

Gon can't set up a kissing booth - Gon has never kissed anyone in his life, he told Killua so himself a few weeks ago, and now he wants to set up a kissing booth where, knowing his popularity, he'll probably kiss hundreds of people??? Just the thought of it makes Killua's stomach drop - Gon's first kiss wouldn't be with him. Of course it wouldn't. Just because they did everything together didn't mean Gon wanted to do those things with him. Holding hands. Going on dates. Kissing. Who was he kidding.

But Gon looks embarassed, putting his hand on his neck and looking down at the ground, but why would he be, he has no filter and-

"But Killua... I've never kissed anyone remember... W-What if I kiss the first person and I do terribly bad and then no one will come and I will be the reason why prom is cancelled and then everybody will hate me and all of this because i can't kiss and i-"

"I mean, we could practice." Killua finds himself interrupting, and Gon looks up at him, looking extremely shocked.

"...I-If you want of course ! I'm your best friend, it doesn't bother me" Killua feigns nonchalance.

But Gon's shocked expression turns into one an excited puppy would make. "REALLY KILLUA ?? You'd do that for me??" and Killua tries to keep his cool and just replies with a "yeah, yeah, no big deal".

So they decide to meet up at Gon's place the same day, after school. Killua has homework but for once, he'll let it slide. 

Killua is a nervous mess when he sits on Gon's bed, not knowing what to do with his hands and his palms are so sweaty, he feels like he's gonna pass out any second - 

"So, are you still okay with this Killua? We don't have to if you don't want to !!" "N-no it's nothing, idiot ! I'm the one that offered to help you out. Don't worry about it." 

It feels like Killua's face is gonna fall off because it feels so red.

Gon sits next to him, and Killua turns his head around to get a good look at his face and oh- his eyes are sparkling, his face is getting closer to his, and it's only when their lips are so close together that he can feel his breath on his lips that Gon whispers:

"Can I kiss you, Killua?"

And Killua crosses the distance between their lips, letting himself completely fall.

The first kiss is chaste, just a quick peck on the lips. The second is a bit more experimental, a bit longer but also a lot more teethy - but it's no secret that Gon has always been eager and impatient. Their third kiss makes Killua's heart jump to his throat, because Gon's tongue is in his mouth and it's messy and way too overwhelming, but Killua feels like he could die on the spot because this is everything he's ever wanted. To kiss Gon.

During the few weeks that preceded the Kissing Booth Event, Killua and Gon made a habit of going to Gon's house to "practice" and "make sure he doesn't get rusty" as Gon said. Not that Killua minded.

The day of the Kissing Booth event, Killua, fueled by a sudden strike of courage, decides to wake up as early as possible to be the first one in line at the kissing booth. I mean, he's the one who helped Gon get as good at kissing as he is right now, it's only fair to pluck the fruits of his labor, right ? And it's only fair compensation for the amount of homework Killua missed because he was too busy kissing Gon and thinking about Gon's lips and how soft they felt against his and how good it feels to be able to put his fingers in his hair to drag him closer -

So yeah, Killua was definitely going to be the first one there. He'll fight anyone who tries to steal his spot. But luckily, it seems no one comes here before him, but seeing Gon looking so adorable setting up his little booth makes Killua want to run away as fast as possible because he was so, so stupid - gon was just practicing with him there was no way he would ever want to kiss him for real, he'd probably say something like "I'm sorry Killua, I can't be seen kissing you in public, it's kind of embarassing you know...." and UGH why was Killua such a dumb idiot-

But Gon flashes his brightest smile at Killua and yells so enthusiastically his name that Killua forgets all thoughts and decides to just get this over with. He can do this ! 

As Killua walks towards Gon, Gon just says with a snarky smile "Killua ! Are you here to see if all our practice paid off ?" Killua can only mumble "Shut up idiot.", before sliding 100 jennies on the booth with shaking hands because he feels like he might just die this instant.

It's only when he feels Gon's finger touch his chin and slowly lift his head up that he realizes just in what situation he's in, but Gon's eyes look so bright and warm and they make him feel so calm, that when Gon presses his lips onto Killua's for a chaste kiss, Killua just lets himself melt into the kiss.

When they break apart, Killua is so dazed and at loss for words, but still manages to reach into his wallet for 100 more jennies, putting them on the booth slowly, while still staring into Gon's eyes in complete silence.

And Gon obliges, going in for another kiss, smiling against Killua's lips.

On his 5th kiss, Killua starts to realize that there is ambiant noise surrounding them now, and people are waiting in line and starting to get impatient. Oh god, he can't believe what he's about to do. 

He digs into his wallet and puts 50 000 jennies in front of Gon, and barely manages to spit out any coherent words but he still tries : "W-would that be enough to buy all the kisses you have available?"

And Gon just lets out the most open, beautiful laugh Killua has ever heard. He leans in slowly and says, voice barely above a whisper 

"If you wanted to kiss me you could've just said so, Killua. I can give you a discount." 

And the next thing Killua knows, Gon's lips are on his again, but this time it feels different - it feels more eager, like Gon is claiming him, like Gon has been waiting for this. And when they break apart, Gon grabs Killua's hand, looks at the people waiting in line, flashes his best smile and says: "Sorry guys, but we reached the goal for prom, we're all out of kisses ! I would tell you to come back later but I think we got a very persistent customer here who wants to have a monopoly on all my kisses, sorry !"

Killua just wants to melt into the ground because how can someone be so embarassing!!! He's truly trying to kill him !! But Gon's hand lets go of his to rest on his cheek, slowly dragging Killua's lips towards his once again.

And Killua can't help but think : best. purchase. ever.

omg HONESTLY if anyone who has better writing skills than me wants to have a go with this trope i beg of you go ahead i will give my life away to see this highschool kissing booth + kissing practice AU come to life, i would do ANYTHINGGGG to read a proper fic about this HAHAHAH 

thank you so much for blessing my day with this ask ily ♥♥

[wild-aloof-rebel]

Some Favorite Fics from 2019

Before I dive into my list, let me send out some love to ALL of the authors who have contributed fic to this fandom this year. There are well over 300 people who wrote Schitt’s Creek fic this year, and you’ve brought joy to so many people and should be super proud of what you’ve written, whether it was only 100 words or 100k. I’ve personally read more than 6.5 million words of fic in this fandom this year, and I want to thank you all for every single one of them. <3

Now, in continuing this year-end love fest we’ve had going on the last few days, I also want to highlight some of my favorite fics from this year. I decided to cut myself off at twenty fics or we’d end up with a list too big to be allowed, lol. I also decided to limit myself to one fic per author in order to spread the love around as much as possible; there would definitely be some repeat authors on this list otherwise. 

And now with all that in mind, I’ll shut up and get on with it. 

Here are twenty of my favorite fics from this year and what I love about them...

this roof is a blanket by withkissesfour • rated M • 3k+ I love Patrick-centric fics. He’s such a beautiful character, but because he isn’t one of the four Roses, we miss out on a lot of his pov in the show, so I’m always here for fics that try to capture that. And this one does it beautifully, focusing on four different but thematically-connected moments in Patrick’s life.

We’re Getting Something for Free by MoreHuman • rated G • 1k+ This is one of those fics where you can see how much Patrick KNOWS David and loves him for exactly who he is. His refusal to let David villainize himself for just being who he is makes my heart so very happy.

Heart of Gold by barelypink • rated M • 40k+ I love love LOVE a good AU, but AUs based on other media can be really tricky to get right. The best ones take elements from both sources and elevate them into something fresh and new, and this fic does exactly that.

now you see me by grapehyasynth • rated T • 4k+ Did I mention that I love AUs? I never get tired of seeing them meet in new ways, and their New York-set blind date in this one just makes me smile a whole hell of a lot.

I’m All Lost (in the supermarket) by sullymygoodname • rated G • 9k+ This fic combines David “Good Person” Rose, headless mannequins, tiny cardboard houses, karaoke, ugly sweaters, and all the friendship and shenanigans you can possibly stand. What’s not to love?

I know, I’m strange, too much light makes me nervous by another_Hero • rated T • 4k+ I’m so in love with the entire premise for this soulmate AU and everything that it says about love and the choices that we make because of it.

Pizza Night by smoulderandbraids • rated M • 4k+ Sometimes you just need to read about them making pizza and making out. Thank goodness this fic exists for those times. It’s a straightforward concept executed perfectly.

cinnamon sugar... by startswithhope • rated T • 1k+ All of startswithhope’s fics have a lovely softness to them that almost seems nostalgic, like you can feel yourself missing them before you’re even done reading them. This one I think captures that feeling best and most explicitly--David’s mood here is exactly that kind of nostalgia. And his thoughts about Stevie near the beginning are something that I’ve found myself thinking about over and over again since I first read this.

On My Way by Distractivate • rated M • 11k+ As much as I love the happy place that is this show, I also really love fic that acknowledges that sometimes relationships are hard, that things aren’t always perfect, that love is a CHOICE which has to be actively made again and again and again. This fic showcases exactly that. Love isn’t always easy, but choosing to love each other anyway is always worth it.

around us by lamphouse • rated G • 1k+ This one is a simple idea, written with a soft touch, and every time I re-read it, I’m crying by the time David says “I want to stand still.”

of all the riches. by falconeggs • rated T • 9k+ Who doesn’t love a good celebrity AU? This one is as cute as you could possibly want it to be, from their first meeting to taking their relationship public. It’s just a little slice of joy.

Overreacting by codswallop • rated M • 17k+ Fics dealing with hospital visits and illnesses and things of that sort can easily tip over into whumpy territory (which is totally fine if that’s what you’re looking for), but this fic goes a different direction and manages to be funny and sweet and charming while balancing the anxiety of waiting for news. David and Patrick’s dynamic here is so good; they’re both sharp and funny and vulnerable and messy in turn, joking like normal when they can, lifting each other up when they can’t.

101 by Hth • rated E • 8k+ Like I said, I love fics that acknowledge that things aren’t always perfect, and there’s nothing more rife for imperfection than a first night spent together. Their night at Stevie’s is the perfect setting for starting to navigate some difficult conversations, especially in the wake of Jake’s unexpected appearance, and this fic does a great job of getting them through the nerves and the talking and the the stops and starts of that night. And their last two lines of dialogue are perfection.

The Sidelines by wildhoneypie • rated T • 5k+ Comedy is so much harder to write than you might expect, and I am constantly awed by how well this fic does it. It feels effortless and in-character and in line with the kind of humor that beats at the heart of the show, all while still capturing that instant, playful attraction between David and Patrick. It’s just such a fun read.

holy sick divine by earlylight • rated T • 36k+ If the tags “Strangers who Met in a Field to Coworkers to Friends to Lovers” and “Paperwork - But Make It Sexy” don’t endear you to this fic before you even start it, I don’t know what to tell you. My favorite part of this story is actually the role reversal of Patrick being Stevie’s best friend, Patrick having dated Jake, etc. That’s just one way that this fic takes everything we know and turns it on its head, and it does it with good humor and such a strange sweetness. It’s utterly unique, and the final scene just burrows down into your heart and sets up house there.

A Fair Return by thingswithwings • rated E • 237k+ This is probably the most insanely well-crafted canon retelling I’ve seen in my life. It adds so much backstory to the show and makes you rethink scenes you know intimately, which is what any good canon retelling should do. The OCs and the ways they’re carved into the structure of the story we know are where this fic particularly shines; it’s so, so well done.

my heart was broke, my head was sore by blueink3• rated M • 31k+ I think the only thing better than fake dating might be the exact reverse: having to pretend you’re not dating when you are. Even though they’re technically together, there’s just so much opportunity for pining and angst (both of which blueink3 always does SO fucking well), and this fic takes that to another level by adding in the fragile newness of their relationship and the anxiety of a family medical scare. David is so, so careful with Patrick here, and I love every single word of it.

let’s go dancing in the light by goingmywaydoll • rated G • 2k+ It was so difficult to narrow this down to one fic by goingmywaydoll because I absolutely love everything she does, but ultimately I went with her first one for this fandom. I’m SUCH a sucker for David and Patrick seeing each other before the wedding, and David having anxiety about not having anxiety is pretty much the most David thing possible. The characterization, the dialogue, the whole entire mood of the fic--it’s all absolutely spot-on. This one is everything I could ever want from wedding fic.

for feelings unbound by wardo_wedidit • rated E • 20k+ Picking one single fic by wardo_wedidit was also a near-impossible task, but ultimately I had to go with this one because it’s honestly perfect. David’s empath abilities add SO much to his characterization and the trajectory of his relationship with Patrick, and it fills this fic with so many gorgeous moments that leave you feeling like maybe there really is magic in the world--and this fic has plenty of it.

Watching Through Windows by helvetica_upstart • rated E • 38k+ Every single moment of this fic is heartbreaking in the best possible way. Reading it is like cracking yourself open and then putting yourself back together a little stronger. Watching David learn about the man he’d grown into and have to decide if he wants to (or even can) become that man all over again is simultaneously gut-wrenching and soul-healing. And Patrick in this fic--god, what can I even say about him? He’s so understanding and GOOD, even when he’s terrified and heartbroken. He is absolutely everything. Everything. This story is 100% perfection from start to finish, and the bench scene in particular is hands down the best scene in any fic I’ve read this year.

[writingordinaryrealities]

I know people were doing this in, like, March, but this was when I got around to it finally.

Fic I *didn’t* know the source material for (the first few times I read it): Ordinary Numbers by BootsnBlossoms and Kryptaria. I allowed my father to force me to watch James Bond because of this fic.

Fic with a Premise that Shouldn’t Work: There is no earthly reason why turning world-class figure-skaters into model horse collectors should work, but Original Finish Plastic by haircutnamedarthur makes it work.

Fic I’ve re-read several times: A lot of these fall into this category, but Anyway, Here’s Wuji by Kakikaeru is a standout as one that I’ve reread several times since March.

Fic I remember many years later: I actually bookmarked The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 years after I first read it, when I went to my first ever baseball game and had an unexpected urge to reread a fic in a fandom I thought I was done with.

Comfort fic: Asking for a Direction by RennieonIceCream is about coming out, so, you know, not all peaches and ice cream, but it hits all the right notes to feel comforting anyway, you know?

A Cathartic fic: Fuck, this whole series by syriala kills me, but Sparkle had an especially big impact somehow.

A Fic I would print out and put on a bookshelf: How to Fall in Love with a Catfish a guide by Wei Wuxian disaster rat by bwyn and Yuisaki is not the only fic on this list (or even the only fic not elsewhere on this list) I would print out and put on my bookshelf, but it’s a standout in the category.

Fic I associate with a song: At Least There’s the Football by sheffiesharpe recommended a lot of great music that I am kind of obsessed with now, but I especially associate it with La Vie en Rose as performed by Edith Piaf

Fic that inspires me: My words are growin’ stronger and my legs keep gettin’ longer by weekend_conspiracy_theorist is another one that could have fit in a couple of these categories, but among other things, it’s very inspiring.

A Fic that brought me a new ship: Benefits and Convenience by ilien sold me on Plinami, which was a ship I hadn’t even considered before reading this. (Also they’re one of my absolute favorite YoI authors. If you read this one, check out Timezones and Tricky Translations and Twenty-Eight as well!)

Fic I wish could be a movie: Give me a Reason by Droewyn just somehow feels like a fic that would be really fun to watch. They do a great job making me feel like I’m viewing a scene from a certain angle, and while the chunks that take place in the chat aren’t *traditionally* what makes good cinema, I think that after Sherlock we’re all a bit more tolerant of reading our movies sometimes. Also the fic that convinced me to try therapy.

Fic I’ve gushed about IRL: OK, I have a couple of IRL fandom friends, so I do habitually gush about fic to them IRL, but Breaking the Ice by BertholdvonMoosburg is one of my favorites to gush about. It’s (maybe this is embarrassing and I shouldn’t admit it) one of the things that convinced me that I missed academia and ought to go back for grad school.

Fic that found me at the right time: WithBroomBefore is the only author appearing twice on this list, but the double entry is well deserved. I stumbled upon Minding (a series, but parts two and three especially fucked me up in all the best ways possible) years after I had assumed that YoI was the only fandom we shared. It blew me away.

Fic I would read fic of: The only thing that disappoints me about you drink light with your hands all winter by verity is that it’s a one-shot, so it never goes on as long as I want to. I would read the HELL out of fanfic of this fanfic.

Fic that made me laugh out loud: WithBroomBefore’s Exhibitions series does make me laugh out loud, still, even though at this point I’ve read it probably thirty times. It also tugs my heartstrings and still makes me wish that the heavy metal version of Theme of King JJ was something I could listen to.

Favorite AU: I’m such a sucker for a good college radio AU and it was You’re on the Air by prettysailorsoldier that sold me on them.

Fic I stayed up too late reading: Salvage by MuffinLance kept me up way too late and wasn’t even for a fandom I’m in! But it convinced me to watch ATLA finally, so I guess there’s that.

And last but CERTAINLY not least, a fic that made me feel seen in a variety of ways, perhaps the same bird by mooneuphonium really REALLY made me feel exposed.

That was more fun than I realized it was going to be, so stay tuned for some perhaps better organized fic recs at a later date.

[godsnaturalenemy]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme

fill out & repost ♥  This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK (I think he’s considered cute rather than hot? Luffy is cute, he’s handsome but cute!)

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK

Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO 

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL (depends on who you ask)

How strictly do you follow canon?

I’m trying my best to follow canon and Luffy’s way of thinking, sometimes lack of thereof. He’s got this nice bubbly energy about him that I really vibe with so coming up with silly things isn’t that hard. Though I must say I’m also a sucker for serious Luffy, which he can be when needed. He’s still a fresh muse so I do look forward to see how I’ll develop him further and see what might change!

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.

Do you need a ray of sunshine in your life? A friend who would never let you down and is willing to risk his life for you? A friend that keeps his promises and will always lend a hand? If you answered with ‘yes’ on one or all these questions, look no more! Monkey D. Luffy is your man! This beautiful, pure boy who will one day become the King of the Pirates is here to brighten up your day with his gigantic innocent smile and wonderful laugh! You’re up for a real adventure with Luffy! He will take you places, you’ll make many wonderful memories and meet lots of new people, explore lands you’ve never seen before and create everlasting bonds you’ve never imagined possible! Whether you want to or not, the moment he proclaims you as his nakama, your fate is sealed :)

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).

Pardon? Luffy is interesting no matter how you look at it. He may be irritating to your muse with constant need to get into trouble, or perhaps to the mun his overpoweredness may come as irritating, which is valid. I will be the first to say that I call bullshit on many of Luffy’s victories but at the same time, what do we all expect from a shonen protagonist? So I don’t think he’s uninteresting, perhaps he might just come out as triggering. There are things about Luffy that trigger me, but I never found him uninteresting? Am I answering this wrong?

What inspired you to rp your muse?

Impulse. A few friends recommended taking a new muse to balance my mean bean Vergo. When thinking of who I should take, Luffy barged on doors of my humble home, broke them down and said “From today on, we’re nakama!” I never had a say in this, really.

What keeps your inspiration going?

People! I’ve met many wonderful people here on tumblr (I knew many from my Vergo blog) but met many new ones for the first time! I love throwing ideas and plotting, or just letting the muses drive, but honestly Luffy always has some ideas in his brain to make everything interesting.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you do your character justice? YES / NO

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO (on some later date I will!)

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO (again I will!)

Do you think a lot about your muse during the day? YES / NO (Vergo doesn’t let me)

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO (always, no one can knock my confidence down)

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?

I do, but only when it’s genuine and given with good intentions. Obviously, I don’t know what mun and muse think of my portrayal unless they tell me: is there something that might trigger them, is there something they think is over the top? I am interested in such things and other opinions, but at the end of the day it’s my portrayal so I call the shots :P

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?

Absolutely! It’s always nice to explore questions I might not think of or just see what interests people in my portrayal. It’s fun and gives me chance to dive deeper into the character which is always good.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?

I mean yes and no? I won’t change my headcanon but I’m always interested to know why specifically they disagree. Discussing is fun if it’s done civilly, but at the end it’s my headcanon and we’re all allowed to have our own opinions. 

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?

I don’t pay mind to it? We all take muses to portray them how we want to, not how anyone else wants us to portray them. If someone is unhappy with my portrayal they’re free to unfollow, no hard feelings and no offence taken from my side. 

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?

It’s all cool. Not everyone is going to love every character, and while Luffy is popular, there are some things that make his character that may irritate someone. Sometimes we end up loving a specific character thanks to the mun rping them, so if someone dislikes or hates Luffy maybe I can change their view on him? Sounds kinda arrogant but it did happen with Vergo so yolo! If they still hate him that’s cool, we are all entitled to our opinions.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?

Naturally! English is not my first language, it’s my third as a matter of fact, so mistakes may happen! Even though most times I notice the mistake myself as well and end up cursing because I haven’t seen it in time XD

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?

I think I am! I’m really open to talking with people, plotting, joking, throwing some hcs and ideas around or just chatting about anything really! I’m an extrovert so I love meeting new folks and getting to know them and their characters. I’m a joker at heart and those who have talked to me or know me better can confirm that lol

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

➸  Tagged by : @godlivesonthemoon​ (thank you Miho!)

➸ Tagging: @biggest-mom​ (enjoy Kittu asjdaskd) and whoever might be interested! 

[changarroo]

Hello Again // Bang Chan AU

❖ a/n: So this is a collab with the one and only @bhubblemilk cause we are bubble tea soulmates,,, and I’m high key in love with her writing (the Minho one to be exact but I’m just a sucker for Minho). So when Eiko told me about this idea I fell in love and was 100% down to do it. SO here is part 1 of our collab! keep your eye out for part 2 on her account ;)

❖ word count: 3.1k

❖ genre: fluffy, vampire au

❖ pairing: reader x bang chan

Good morning every one of Seoul, if you are just waking up right now the time is currently 7:14 and it looks like it’s going to be a rainy day” the radio clock said as it turned on for the morning.

You rolled around in your full-size bed, trying to fall back asleep, but it was no use. The sound of the rain falling on your window brought calmness but it wasn’t enough to get you to fall back asleep.

Sitting up and leaning on your headboard you extended your arms up above your head as a yawn left your mouth. You tossed your blanket to the other side, setting your feet into your simple cream-colored bunny slipper before you officially left your bed.

As the clean freak that you were, you went ahead and made your bed, making sure it looked presentable just in case you have unexpecting visitor which was rare but wasn’t too rare.

The sound of your kettle went off knowing that your water was ready for your morning cup of tea. Once you finished pouring it into your mug you headed over towards one of the giant windows that overlook the city of Seoul.

You had to admit this was your favorite spot in the world and with this weather you were in love. So there you were sitting near the window ledge in an oversize shirt and pajama shorts looking at the world just reflecting on what life had the offer.

On the other side of town in an apartment was a blonde male who looked to be the age of twenty-one. Sitting in front of the window with a journal in his lap.

Sighing at the weather he just looked down and opened the journal, memories started to come back to him as if the event that was laid out in this book were from yesterday.

“Channie hyung are you looking at the book again?” a young male with apple red hair asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“I just miss her Jeongin, it’s been like what a whole year since I last saw her? And what sucks the most is that I’m back at square one where she doesn’t know who I am,” the blonde haired boy said trying to hold back his tears.

“I know you miss them hyung but you will meet her again soon I know you will,”.

“I’m going to go on a walk Jeongin,” Chan stood up from the chair and walked over the closet by the door. He pulled off his black boots and hoodie, grabbed his keys and left the apartment.

The cold wind on his face felt calming but also made him feel lonelier. He put his hood over his head, popped in his airpods and began to walk in the cold rainy weather.

You on the other hand just lived your life as you did, not knowing what the future would have in store for you, but also learning from your mistakes from your past.

Growing up you moved from place to place due to your mother’s job. You loved it cause as a kid you got to see the world but you missed having a sense of stability. Plus you never were good at making friends so you kept to yourself.

Due to moving, you began to write stories to take your mind off of it but over the time you realized that you had a love for writing. All of the storylines that you wrote felt so real to you as if you actually lived in your stories.

Once you were in University you moved back to your hometown Seoul and are planning to stay until the universe brings you elsewhere. Getting your degree in literature and you couldn’t be more at peace. But you were still lonely, somedays you loved it but other days you felt alone.

Continuing to look outside the rain started to give you some inspiration for a new idea. You went into your room and quickly changed into everyday attire. Grabbed your bag, notebook, as well as an umbrella soon headed out the door.

You walked into your favorite coffee shop and order a simple iced coffee. The shop was busy but your luck was in favor when your favorite spot in the shop was available.

Sitting down and setting your stuff down you looked outside the window you were next to, the rain was still pouring.

Once your coffee was on the table, you put in your airpods and began writing. You were transported to a world of fantasy, the year was 1719 a time where supernatural beings roamed around in hoping to just fit in a have a normal life. Vampires and witches were the most common in the city of Berxley but they were impossible to spot. Chris was a recently turned vampire who was still trying to live his life as a normal human searching for a way to stay with his love forever. He didn’t want to turn her since he didn’t want to cause any physical harm to her but he knew there must be another way to be together. So he made a deal with a young witch to let his love live forever, but instead, he ended up losing her.

The story to you felt so real as if you could understand the pain your main character was feeling, the loneliness.

Chan happened to walk into the same coffee shop, once walking in he looked around and spotted you. He couldn’t believe his eye, after not seeing you for so long he thought he would never see you again.

He noticed how busy the shop was and how there was a chair empty in front of you, so he took his chance and walked up to your table. Lightly he tapped on your shoulder “Hi, do you mind if I sit here,” a tall blonde stranger asked you “there are no empty tables left,” he smiled showing off his dimple.

You had to admit you were taken by surprise, why would someone like him want to sit with someone like you? What did you have that draw him closer to you?

“Um, yeah sure,” you stuttered your words out moving your bag out of the way.

“I’m Chan,” he said extending his hand for a handshake.

Okay now you were really confused at was going on but you look at him and there it was that smile and those dimples. Well, there’s no turning back from what you are about to do.

“I’m y/n,” you shook his hand and a small smile grew on your face.

There it was, the smile that made Chan’s heart beat out of his chest. He wanted to hug you and never let you go but knew that you would find it weird for a complete stranger to be hugging you. But the only that you didn’t know was the two of you weren’t strangers.

“Are you a writer?” Chan asked pointing to your book.

“Yeah, I’m studying literature at the University of Seoul,” you replied looking down and fidgeting with your pencil.

“Can I read some of your work?”.

“Bold move to be asking, how can I be sure that you are not also a writer who going to rip-off my stories?”

“I promise, the only storytelling that I do is through music,” he said leaning towards you and setting his hands on the table.

“Oh, so you write songs?”

“Write, produce, sometimes sings,” he shrugged his shoulder like it wasn’t a bad deal.

Shaking your head you couldn’t believe what you about to do. “Okay, I’ll let you read my stories, but only if you sing me something first,”.

Wow, where was this sudden blast of confident coming from? Normally in a situation where you have to talk to strangers, you barely say a whole sentence. Why was talking to Chan so natural for you?

“Is me singing going to prove anything y/n? Here how about we do this, let me take you out for the rest of the day doing the craziest adventures, and if I convince you that I’m a generally nice human being, am I allow to read your stories?”.

“Okay fine, but you have just a day,” you said closing your notebook and putting it off to the side. “But if you get to read my stories, I should be able to hear you sing?” crossing your hands and leaning back in your chair.

“Deal,” Chan set both of his hands on the table and looked at you with his soft brown eyes “so y/n what are some interesting facts that no one knows?”.

“Oh so we're just going to dive into this okay well, I moved around my entire life due to my mom’s job so I pretty much been around the globe. When I got accepted into university it was a way for me to live a one time for some time”.

“And when did you start writing?” Chan asked setting his hand on his cheek cause he was so happy that he found you again.

“I’m getting there,” you smiled and looked at your notebook. “I think due to moving a ton I began to write about characters who go on different type of adventures like me, I really loved it as a child and here I am studying it,”.

“Oh, where did you move as a child? Maybe our paths have crossed before and we didn’t know it,”.

“Most places in Europe and American,” you said reaching for your coffee. “What about you, what’s your story?”.

Chan really didn’t know what to say, he really can’t blurt out that he was a vampire or that he knew you before.

“I was born and raised in Sydney but I moved to Seoul around the time I was 13 with my mother for her work and my father and two young siblings decided to in Sydney. It was hard being away from my family but they were still young so my parents did want to make them leave all of their friends,”.

“But you had to leave your friends,” you said lowkey feeling sorry for him.

“It’s okay, I went back to Sydney to see them and I made a bunch of friends in I moved here, I consider them to be like family,” he said with a smile on his face thinking about his vampire family.

“Well that’s is good,” you returned a smile to him.

“So do you wanna go on an adventure?” he asked getting out of his seat and held his hand out for you.

“It depends what the adventure is? If we’re going to jump off of buildings I’m going to have to kindly decline that offer,” you looked up at him from your seat.

“Come on, I promise by the end of the day you are going to enjoy today and would totally be down to hanging out with me again,” he raised his eyebrow.

“FINE,” you set your hand in his and smile at him.

Soon the two of you were out the door and on your way on a crazy adventure. The two fo you got onto a bus and it brought you to the Guangdong district. The two of you continued to talk about your interest and goals for life.

Meeting Chan was so crazy cause he would of fit your character Chris if it ever turned into a movie, but you would one hundred percent dye his blonde hair brunette.

“We are here,” Chan said getting up from the bus seat and you followed.

“Chan, where are we going?” you asked looking around. They were many things that one can do in this area but you have no idea what he had in store.

“Well, you wanted to hear me sing right? So we are going to a karaoke room,”.

“That yay, I finally get get to hear you sing and only you sing,”.

"Oh no, y/n you are so joining me for a song or two, there is no one I’m going to be the only one who going to be singing,” he looked at you and then linked you're in the arm with his.

“Chan, I don’t sing,,, like at all,” stopping in the middle of the sidewalk with a look of fear on your face.

“Come on, I think you will be fine,” he said holding the door open for you.

Heading in you have a strange feeling in your stomach. Okay, you can do it you thought to yourself.

“Okay,” Chan walked up to you with the song guide in his hand “we have our room and we have an hour to have fun,”.

“Oh funny,” you said with fear in your eyes.

Once inside the karaoke, you sat down right next to Chan.

Hearing him sing made you feel so warm on the inside. You could really tell that singing was something that he is really passionate about.

“Okay, let’s make a deal, if I can guess your favorite song you have to sing a duet with me,” Chan looked over at you and smile.

“There like over one hundred songs I highly doubt that you will figure out my favorite song,”.

“I think I have you figured out,” he looked at you and then at the screen.

You watched as he scrolled through the list of songs and landed on one by The Beatles. Slowly you moved to the edge of your seat as and then look back at him as he picked your favorite song.

“You don't realize how much I need you, love you all the time and never leave you. Please come on back to me. I'm lonely as can be. I need you,”.

All the memories of this song started to form as you remembered your father singing this to you before you went to bed. It was your favorite part of your bedtime routine and you still play it before you head off to bed.

“Said you had a thing or two to tell me. how was I to know you would upset me?”.

Hearing Chan sing this song made you want to be around him more, it’s like he understood who you are as a person. From the moment you met him you didn’t want to stop having a conversation.

“I didn't realize as I looked in your eyes you told me, oh yes, you told me you don't want my lovin' anymore. that's when it hurt me and feeling like this I just can't go on anymore,”.

He turned to you and had his hand out, you grabbed it and stood up walking close to him.

The microphone was in between the two of you.

Letting out a soft sigh you began to sing that next verses with him.

“Please remember how I feel about you, I could never really live without you so, come on back and see just what you mean to me. I need you”.

Stepping back you felt your heart beating fast, and you felt like you were getting butterflies in your stomach.

It can’t be you weren’t totally not falling for this stranger, but yet you wanted to spend more and more time with him.

“But when you told me, you don't want my lovin' anymore. That's when it hurt me and feeling like this, I just can't go on anymore”.

The way that Chan was singing this song it felt like he too had a strong connection to it.

He looked down at the ground and then again into your eyes as he finished the song.

“Please remember how I feel about you, I could never really live without you. So, come on back and see just what you mean to me. I need you,”.

As the song was ending the two of you were standing you felt so connected to Chan. Your hour was up and both you and chan collected all of your belongings and handed out.

“Let me walk you to your appointment, it’s getting late,” he said holding your hand again.

All you did was smile and nod soon the two of you headed towards the bus stop.

Finding seats was easy since it wasn’t rush hour. Chan was tired and you could tell so you let him have his rest.

During this time you rewrote the story that you come up with in the cafe again. Since your character reminded you so make about Chan you thought it was appropriate to let him read that story. Plus you did promise him that you would let him read your work if you heard him sing and a deal is a deal.

Once you arrived at your stop you gentle woke Chan up and help him off the bus.

He was still in a sleepy state but you didn’t mind as he did look kinda cute.

“Hey sleepy head,” you said running your hand through his soft blonde hair. “We made it to my appointment complex, thank you for an amazing day I truly had a great time,”.

Chan smiled softly as he missed you dearly.

You handed him a slip of paper and headed into your complex.

Chan looked down “I really did have a great time and hope we can do it again, I promised you that you could read one of my stories so here is one of them, enjoy and text me xxx-xxx-xxxx - y/n”.

With a smile on his face he got on the next bus to his apartment, he started to your story and tears come into his eyes. He was surprised at the fact that the story was about the two of you. He knows that when he turned into a vampire it was the hardest time for you and when he made that deal with the witch well that was the worst decision of his life.

“Hey, where have you been?” Jeongin asked once Chan enter the apartment.

“I was out with y/n all day actually, and they remember me, will not me right now but our first life together, god Jeongin I missed them so much and to read that they remember me even if they think our story is a piece of fiction it still makes me happy,” tears started to roll down Chan’s face.

“Hey they at going to remember you and fall for you all over again,” Jeongin walked over to him.

“I miss them so much, today was such an amazing day I’m hoping that we will have another day like today,”.

[hypmicscenarios]

Anime Attraction

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A/N: High School au. Fic with ichiro, you two slowly falling in love over the span of a 4 day convention and bonding over the fact that you’re closeted weebs. (So he would like tdd era ichiro) And again! I use neutral pronouns! hope you enjoy~

Day 1: You were very excited, happy, elated, every happy word in the book! This year, you were finally going to your first anime convention. Unfortunately, you were a bit of a closeted weeb. People knew you watched anime….just not your extreme obssession with it. Maybe extreme was too harsh for you case, but you were sure that would be the situation if they ever saw your room, filled with anime posters, merch, etc.However, those were all bought online or in stores….youve never actually been to a convention.

Online, you heard many good things about it, and that people there, for the most part, were friendly. You smiled as you got off the train, an empty backpack on your bag, besides essentials, inside an empty tote bag for you posters. You had planned for this for months. Saving up all the money you could from your allowances. Your wallet, besides money for the train and food to eat, was going to be completely emptied by the end of the day. Finally, you took your jacket off, revealing a ( favorite anime) anime shirt on your person. One of your favorites. You could never choose. You could talk about it for days. However….it was Under rated. It was also a bit old...and you were late to watch it, so the fandom dwindled down.

You were amazed as you saw many cosplays, a bit too nervous to ask for pictures, or even compliment them, but you hoped they received your compliments in spirit….something like that. It was….also really big and crowded. You got too into your head, overthinking a bunch of things, that you didn’t see the larger man in front of you, hitting his back.

“O-oh im sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” you said, bowing quickly. You looked up at the man, gulping, quickly taken aback by how pretty he was, different colored eyes, red and green. It almost seemed like he was in cosplay, but he was just wearing a naruto shirt with black jeans on, a naruto headband around his forehead.

Ichiro blinked and smiled,”no need to apologize, I was kind of standing here in the middle of everyone anyway,”his eyes went down to your shirt and his eyes sparkled,”wait….thats a (favorite anime) isnt it! Whose your favorite character?”, he asked. You were taken aback about how eager and happy he seemed, but it definitely managed to make you relax a bit.

“My favorite character is [     ],”you said, stating your reasoning,”oh- sorry….I didn’t mean to talk that long,” Ichiro chuckled,”thats fine, I love them too! For mostly the same reasons, theyre kind of cool. This is my first convention so Im excited its going off to great start, thanks.”

Oh? It was his first time as well? “Its my first time too, I came here alone, I didn’t expect to be this big, theres so many people.” Ichiro nodded,”Im here by myself too, are you here all four days?” You nodded. “If you dont mind it, we can walk around together, ah! Sorry if thats a bit too forward….”,he trailed off. To be honest, Ichiro was a closeted weeb. So he had no one to talk to, let alone drag to a con. “Oh no, Um, its fine. I would like that...even though I know everyone here loves anime….”,you trailed off, the guy, whose name you still didn’t know, finished your thought,”because theres so many people conversing and being you feel like everyone already has their own cliques and you realize youre alone.”

Well. That. Yes that. You smiled,”Yeah, its that, and my nerves and anxiety.”

Ichiro stuck his hand out,”Yamada Ichiro, 2nd year high school student in Ikebukuro. Nice to meet you.”

“ l/n, f/n, also 2nd year in a high school located in yokohama, nice to meet you”m you said and shook his hand. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Day 2:

The first day, the two of you had walked around, played games, went to panels together, learning much more about each other. You agreed to meetup at the same place in the morning. Of course, you were even more excited than you were yesterday. You were dressed in more casual clothing, but backpack was now decorated with buttons you found. Soon, you heard your name being called out and waved your hand,”Good Morning Yamada-san”, you said, greeting him.

Ichiro smiled and spoke,”Morning! Did you sleep well?”, he asked.  You shook your head in disagreement,”I barely got any sleep, I was excited for today.” Ichiro laughed,”so did I, so what should we do today?”,he said, taking out the convention program guide. “Hmmmm, theres a bunch of panels,”you said, going to the side of him and looking at the program,”how to successfully master naruto hand signs….”,you trailed off. They really….had a panel for everything.

Ichiro’s face lit up,” that sounds cool, want to go? Although I already know a couple…”,he said, and you laughed,”what? You going to become the next hokage Yamada-san?”, you teased a bit, but he went along with it, of course he did. You found out about this from yesterday. That he was like this. “I am gonna be next hokage, just believe it!”, he said.

“Thats naruto’s punchline you cant just steal it,” you said, watching Ichiro as he thought, then spoke again, very excitedly,”Im going to be next hokage, because I said so!”, he said, putting out a thumb. For some reason, it had you laughing a lot,”b-bbecause you said so? Ahahaha, well, you sure have a passion like naruto, I think thats all you need, its cute”, you said, realizing that you had just called the other cute.

Ichiro blushed and put his hand behind his back,”Sorry...I just cant be like this a lot in real life without getting teased for it, so its a bit refreshing,”he said and you nodded,, understanding completely.

“Well, lets go learn some jutstus even though they wont help against a gun but who cares, because its an anime convention, and we’re doing what we love,”you said confidently, more confident than you would expect from yourself.  Ichiro nodded,”Dattebayo, lets go!”, he saidm turning around and walking. You were really having too much fun. Being attracted to him went way over your head for now, simply enjoying the time the two of you spent together.

Later on in the day, the two of you found an anime photo booth, Ichiro dragging you by the arm towards it,”for memories!”, he said. The two of you got in and hit the naruto theme poses. Of course, you indulged him, he was cute when he got his way. And, you didn’t have to worry about poses. Instead, they gave you poses to do.

The first was a naruto sign for any jutsu, the second peace signs, the third you had to stick your tongues at each other, seeming annoyed, and the last one….got you. It was only a hug, but they way Ichiro hugged you quickly and tightly, pushing both of your faces together, eft you shocked, and you were sure the picture didn’t turn out well. Once you got out and looked at it, Ichiro pointed to last one,”its like you were trying so hard not to blink, but we’re cute, arent we?”,he said and you laughed:yea we really are”, you replied, more focused on the current pace of your heart...beating very rapidly. You paid for two copies so you could keep it. The rest of the day, you two kept up your shenanigans. It was tough leaving, but you were going to come back tomorrow and, hopefully, your heart would learn to behave.

Day 3:

The two of you sat down to eat lunch on the third day, already having gone through a couple activities.

“Theres Jiro, then theres Saburo, and Saburo is the oldest. We’re all pretty close but Saburo and Jiro always fight a lot, typical sibling stuff…..and a lot of the times it includes me. I keep telling them I dont have favorites but they never listen,”Ichiro sighed with a smile on his face. It wasn’t an exhausted sigh though, he was used to it, it was just how they worked.

You smiled as he rambled on about his brothers. It was very clear that he cherished the both of them dearly and would do anything for them. “That must be nice….Im an only child so I could never relate to these type of things. Thats why I got into anime really, theres was no one that I could play with at the snap of a finger if I wanted to-oh Im not sad about it or anything, I love anime, it was really there for me in trying times, plus the internet.”

Ichiro nodded and then spoke,”Well, you have me now too, and you can be as passionate as you want, no holding back. You have my number now and its already fun texting you when we’re not at the convention.”  He was right. After you guys left, you were quickly texting each other at home before you went to sleep. You sent each other memes,pictures, and talked about a bunch of different topics, that often you had smiling or laughing at your phone.

At that point….you knew had a crush. It was only two days but he was just so…..it was the little things really, not just the fact that you had anime in common. When you were walking through the convention center, going through a massive crowd, he told you to hold onto his jacket, so you wouldn’t get lost. Or how he quickly offered to help hold your stuff when you were buying merchandise. Or even him talking about how much he loves his brothers. Rather than weird, it was insanely cute to you.

It wasnt love per say…..well. Lets be real. You were a sucker when it came to love. Honestly, you dont even feel like counting how many crushes you had but none of those ever came to fruition.  You should just focus on your anime boys but the moment some other boy is even the slightest bit kind to you, like helping you carry books, your heart falls. Despite that though, you felt like this was different. More than just a couple simple acts of kindness.

“Im really enjoying our time here, we’re going to the cosplay masquerade today right? We still have some time to kill, want to go to the game hall?”, you asked,”then we can see which one of us is better at dance dance revolution.” Ichiro smiled and nodded his head,”Yeah! Youre on!”

After that, the two of you managed to spend all of your time in the hall. Ichiro was by a claw machine and you commented,”I suck at these things,”then looked inside, seeing what plushies they had. “I think im pretty decent,”Ichiro said, walking up,”sometimes I won stuff for saburo when I was little...he grew out of it though,”Ichiro said with a laugh.He wanted to try it.

“Good Luck Yamada-kun!”, you said, cheering him on. You were amazed by how focused he looked. “Do you want anything specific?”,he asked you. “Wait, me?”, you said, trying to clarify. Ichiro laughed,”I think you’re the only l/n here,”he said. That...kind of caught you off guard. But you walked up and placed your hands against the glass. “Ummmm, that cat in the middle is kind of cute.”

Ichiro nodded. The first time, he managed to pick the plushie up for about three seconds before it fell, but that was better than what you could do! The second time, he managed to grab it again, your eyes wide in anticipation as you followed the claw and plushie to the drop off slot. “Oh my god, you did it!”,you said, going to high five both of Ichiro’s hands but, instead of letting go, he held them and put them down,”Yeah I did! Guess I didn’t lose my skill after all.” “Yeah...youre amazing”, you said, trying to not comment on the fact that he was still holding both of your hands. God….your heart was a mess. There was no denying you fell for him. At most, it was very high like at this point.

Day 4:

Ichiro was excited to see you again. Well, half-excited and half-sad. He really liked hanging out with you. More often than not, he found himself thinking about how you look best when theres a smile on your face. So, he always did dumb things to make you smile, no matter how stupid it may have looked. Maybe it was because you didn’t think his obsession was weird. When you guys talked, your interests lined up more than he thought they would. It was perfect.

Of course, he eventually figured out that he’d want to see you, in a more romantic context, that it is. He knew his feelings towards you were different. Honestly, he even weirdly got a little bit jealous when you mentioned how hot a specific anime character was. Ichiro didn’t necessarily plan on confessing that day….but who knows how things would turn out. Yes, it had only been three days, but he felt like he knew you already. Really, you guys always messaged each other.

The conversations would go dull for an hour or so but one link to a meme and that sparked a conversation that continued for a while. It was great. He had never felt so validated.

“L/n-san! Hey, morning!”,he said as he walked up to you. You looked like you were thinking hard about something, but Ichiro didn’t comment on it.

In fact, you were. Thinking about how you wouldn’t be able to see him so frequently. It made you….sadder than you expected. Granted you could travel to see him, but it was also due to the fact that it was the last day of the convention. Here, you could be yourselves without glancing over you shoulder every couple seconds in fear that someone you knew would spot you.  It was so much fun, especially because of him!

Its for the best though….your funds were just about dried out. You couldn’t help but smile as you saw him though,”hey, good morning to you too, ready for the last day?” Ichiro laughed,”Yes and No because this has been very exciting.” You nodded in agreement,”it has, it does suck that we cant experience this everyday.”

“well!”,Ichiro clapped his hands,”lets not worry about that and focus on having fun, okay?” Your smile got wider,”yes, okay!” Ichiro spoke,”Datteba-”, then he pointed towards you,”Yo!”, you said, the two of you giggling. This had become your thing now, apparently, but you two werent used to it, hence you laughing off you embarrassment.

You went to the artist alley and exhibit hall one last time, taking a lot more pictures together than usual, even with cosplayers! Ichiro helped you out a lo with expressing that you wanted pictures with them and that was yet another thing that you loved about him. Without even asking him to do so, he just did it on a whim, and that made you incredibly happy.

A bit later, it was closing ceremonies. It wasnt much really, but anything to just spend even a little more time with Ichiro. However, that ended sooner than you expected. And you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

The two of you sat outside on a bench.

“So, I suppose this is it…”,you said. You had to get back early today anyway. Yet, you really didn’t want to. You looked up as Ichiro spoke,”no, its not it. We still have each other’s numbers, we can make it work, I-well….these past few days have been really fun for me,”Ichiro blushed, placing his hand behind his neck. Was he going to confess? If he didn’t do it now he knew he’d procrastinate on doing so forever. He didn’t necessarily have to make sure you were his in this exact moment, but his heart wanted an answer as soon as possible, before he got in too deep.

“The thing is….I want us to be more than just friends. I just….the more we talked, the more I found myself drawn to you. Like I can tell you anything. Its really easy to be myself around you, l/n, I want...to get closer. So, would you go out with me? Or not now, I mean you can think about it but...yeah.”,he said, face blushing. He had only confessed once in his lifetime and that was during elementary….he was quickly shut down.

You….couldn’t believe your ears. Did you really manage to find someone who was interested you at an anime convention. Well, you were sure there were more interesting stories but this was still way out of your league. You even thought he was way out of your league.

“I….we can date. I feel the same, about you, I like talking to you. And I think whats making me so sad is that I cant see you...not the convention part,”you said, looking towards Ichiro and seeing his grow excited. He grabbed your hands quickly and held them,”really?! Thats great.”,he said, letting go than hugging you. Oh. This was happening. It took you a couple seconds to process the hug before you reciprocated it.

Ichiro pulled away, looking down at you, a smile on his face,”when I talk with you, I feel like the happiest and luckiest man in the world. I know love is too strong of a word right now, but I want to do my best to make you happy.”

You were so flustered that you made no response, even more so when you felt his hand on your cheek and saw him leaning in. It all happened quickly. You closed your eyes and suddenly his lips were on yours. No movement, but it lingered for a moment, before he pulled away.

That was your first...kiss. You didn’t mind that it got taken by him but still….it was so much to process. Ichiro brought you back to reality,”Ikebukuro isn’t too far from Yokohama on the train, maybe we could meet in the middle on weekends, or switch up, ah, well I guess we can talk about this letter, getting ahead of myself,”he said and chuckled, which only prompted you to let out a soft laugh. He was like an eager puppy that you wanted to pet. Weird how he so easily calmed your nerves by the sounds of your laughs.

“Datteba-”

“Yo!”

[carynsilver]

Marvel 20 Questions

I wasn't tagged, but I saw this on @musette22‘s Tumblr and decided I wanted to play. Thanks! 

1. Favorite solo film? It’s so hard to choose. It would be easier to list my top five. :-) But, I have to go with Thor: Ragnarok, because it is funny and heartwarming and I love it. Plus I have been a sucker for Thor since his first movie. Captain America: The Winter Soldier is a really close second, though.

2. Favorite team-up film? The Avengers. It was so cool seeing all the characters we’d watched in the solo movies come together for the first time. Marvel really did the solo movies to team-up movies formula right--didn’t rush it like DC did. The payoff in that first Avengers movie was great. Plus a good villain, high stakes, and a plot that I didn’t have problems with. A good mix of humor to action. Love it. Also, I’m really partial to the AUs where the Avengers all live on their own floors in the tower, and that is the movie that sets that up (even if I’ll forever be sad that they did nothing with it).

3. Favorite female character? There are a lot of BAMF chicks in the MCU, but my absolute favorite is Peggy Carter. She is strong and gorgeous and knows her worth, even a time that is worse that today about allowing women to have that value. I liked her in the first Cap movie, but I loved her even more in the Agent Carter TV series. While I like the Peggy/Steve backstory, I like Peggy better on her own. Darcy Lewis is a really close second favorite--only second because, while I liked her in the Thor movies, it was fic that really fleshed out her character, while Peggy got all that character development on screen. But we’ll see how things go with Wandavision. Maybe Darcy will get the more developed character in cannon that she deserves. (I guess the Netflix shows no longer count for the MCU, huh? Because Jessica Jones was pretty awesome, too.)

4. Favorite male character? Oh my gosh. I love both Thor Odinson and Bucky Barnes SO MUCH--it’s nearly impossible to choose. However, I have to use the rule that I used for favorite female character, and give Thor the number one spot because his character’s awesomeness is fleshed out on screen. While I still think that his first movie could’ve used a bit more middle (more time than just one night on Earth to grow and change into someone who would give his life for others), I’ve loved watching Thor’s character grow and change over the years. He tried so hard to be a Gryffindor, but he’s really a Hufflepuff. While he would’ve been an all right king due to training, he doesn’t have the heart for it, and I think he finally realized that. He is so much more than muscles and a weird accent--he’s loving, supportive, and really smart; he forgives; he’s just an awesome guy. Bucky has that whole tragic redemption arc, which is great, but they really cheated his character out of development on screen after CA:tFA and CA:tWS. Like with Darcy, a lot of his development comes from fic and head cannons. I’m really hopeful for the Falcon & Winter Soldier TV series. Maybe now Bucky will finally get the character development he deserves!

5. Best canon ship? I’m not really tied to many of the cannon ships in the MCU. I liked Tony/Pepper a lot; probably because they got a lot of screen time, and Pepper is another favorite BAMF MCU lady. Scott/Hope is also pretty good. I would’ve said Thor/Jane, except then they broke up. Maybe they will resurge to the top of the list when we get Thor 4.

6. Best non-canon ship? I love so many non-cannon ships for the MCU! I like Stucky, Stony, WinterShock, WinterHawk (but only with the more comic-esque Clint who is deaf and a disaster; not boring family man movie Clint), WinterIron (but only in no power AUs without the Bucky killed Tony’s parents angle), ShieldShock, TaserTricks a bit... Basically any ship with either Bucky or Darcy in it would have a chance, and even though I don’t love cannon Steve all that much, I like a lot of ships with him in fanfic, too. Weirdly, I never read fic about Thor or Peggy--maybe because they are so fleshed out in cannon, I don’t need more from them.

7. Favorite actor? Man, another rough one. I love Chris Hemsworth and Sebastian Stan so much. I think I have to go with Sebastian on this one, though. Chris is great, hot, and I adore him, but Sebastian did so much with a character that had relatively little screen time overall. I mean, Bucky was in five movies, but in a lot of them he was there more for the action than the actual character development (which makes me sad! he deserves more!). But the fact that he took a smaller, supporting character and made him one of my favorites in the whole universe says a lot for Sebastian’s acting. Like, a lot of actors can make you love a character when they are the main character in multiple movies, but how many can do it from the sidelines? (**crossing my fingers for lots of good Bucky in the F&WS show!**)

8. Favorite actress? Gotta go with Hayley Atwell here. The way she played Peggy was masterful. I also really love Kat Dennings, though. Second only to Hayley.

9. Favorite director? Taika Waititi, hands down. He should do all MCU movies from here on out. Prior to him, it was Joss Whedon for his great work on the first Avengers, but Joss let me down with A:AoU.

10. What was the first MCU movie you ever watched? Iron Man. Aside from Spiderman: Homecoming and The Incredible Hulk, I watched all the MCU movies in theater in the order they came out. We are dedicated Marvel fans that way. :-)

11. Which MCU movie have you watched the most? Hmmm... I’m honestly not sure. I’ve never specifically counted viewings. I know the top contenders would be Thor: Ragnarok, Ant Man, The Avengers, Thor, Captain America: the First Avenger, and Iron Man. I have definitely watched every MCU movie except the Spiderman and Hulk solo films more than once, though.

12. Favorite super-suit? I think I’d have to go with the Iron Man suit. I mean, it’s by far the most useful, and it has Jarvis (or Friday) inside. And it lets you fly! That said, if we take it as most attractive suit, then I’d be torn between Steve’s navy and white suit (sans cowl) from the beginning of CA:tWS and Thor’s suit when it bared his arms (the long-sleeved version was weird looking).

13. Favorite weapon? Mjolnir, by far. Even though it creates some weird questions/plot issues, I love the idea of a weapon that only someone with a worthy heart can use. I think my favorite moment in End Game was when they paid out on that bit from AoU and Steve busted out fighting with his shield and Mjolnir. Steve and Thor fighting together with the hammer and the axe was fabulous. I do also like Cap’s shield, even though it’s a weird choice. I’m really looking forward to Thor 4, if the rumors are true and we’re going to get to see Jane use the hammer. That will be excellent!

14. Favorite origin story? Oh, another hard one! I am a sucker for a good redemption story arc, so I think Bucky/Winter Soldier edges in for the win here. Overcoming 70 years of brainwashing and mind wipes for his best friend, struggling to get back to human again, and then trying to make up for some of the wrongs from the past (which I hope is where we’re going in the F&WS show) is excellent. Though, Thor’s journey from spoiled brat to someone who is willing to sacrifice himself for others to king to someone who realizes that he isn’t the best king and is willing to hand the crown to someone else for the good of the people that he loves is a really good one, too. I also like tiny anger-ball Steve taking a risk to become a hero with a good heart. Didn’t necessarily agree with all his choices later, but did like the origin. Solid third.

15. Favorite villain? Definitely Loki. His arc in the first Thor movie is great. And knowing that in the first Avengers movie he was affected by the mind stone adds a great layer. Plus watching him continue to mature and grow until he finally was willing to be there for his brother in Ragnarok. That was a great arc, and the character toes that line of gray morality but redemption that is so compelling to watch. His death was the worst one to me in IW/EG--I really thought he was pulling some other con, and I’ll forever be sad they dropped that thread. I hope that his show is good, and I’ll give it a chance, but I’m still bummed that we’re going back to post-Avengers Loki and losing all that character development from Thor 2 and 3. :-(

16. Favorite fight sequence? Honestly, the action and fighting are probably my least favorite parts of these movies. I know, that’s atypical, lol. Like, they are the less interesting bits I have to put up with to get the character growth I want from my superheroes. Often, the action sequences go on too long. Shorter action sequences would allow them to both keep up momentum and put in more character development, but no one in charge asks me. :-P That said, I like the action sequences best when they show character development, and the best one for that is the highway fight in CA:tWS where Cap and co. fight the Winter Soldier for the first time. No one in the whole movie had challenged Steve that far, but the Winter Soldier truly put him in danger for the first time, and his friends, too. The Winter Soldier was menacing, and then paired with the Bucky reveal at the end. Best action sequence. Though I do also love the Revengers vs. Hela in Ragnarok when Thor finally gets his full lightening powers down and crashes into the battle. He is so OP now, but in an awesome way.

17. Favorite line from any of the films? I love that bit in the first Avengers movie when Thor snags Loki, Tony flies out after him, and Nat tells Steve not go because they are basically gods. I love Steve’s line of, “There’s only one God, Ma’am, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.” That one cracks me up even now that I’ve watched it so many times.

18. Favorite scene from any of the films? Pretty much any scene with Darcy in it is a favorite. Her stuff in the first Thor movie is gold. I also like Bucky and Steve’s goodbye scene at the beginning of CA:tFA.

19. If you could pick an Infinity Stone to keep, which would you choose? Huh... I don’t know that I’d want any of them. I guess, if pressed, I’d choose the Space stone because I think it would let me teleport. The Time stone/time travel seems interesting, but I’d be afraid I’d mess up the timelines.

20. Which Disney Plus MCU series are you most looking forward to? Falcon & Winter Soldier, hands down. Though, when I heard Darcy would be a character, that jumped Wandavision up to second place.

I think that @virtual-insomnia would enjoy this. :-)