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ginnotwist · 2 years ago

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What is your favorite jojo part? And favorite character? I have noticed that people who like both jjba and enstars can often be the smartest most nuanced people youll have the pleasure of talking to and i think you qualify

HIII okay preemptively putting this under a readmore since its just going to be me rambling. thank you though im glad u think my takes are good. it makes me happy to be able to discuss stuff (dreamy sigh) i love discussions

my fav jojo part kind of pingpongs between parts 7, 8 and 3. i think part 7 is exceptionally written. i love the characters i love their interactions i love their banter to offset the more serious tone and conflicts of the part. jesus christ corpse aside i think part 7 touches some very heavy issues with how johnny is handled and while things couldve been done better, i think it's good. i love part 8's entire plot and it feels like a murder mystery the whole time to me, at the beginning it feels quite silly but when the focus shifts over to the rokaka, the rock humans and gappy's origins thats where it starts getting really good. i'd rather not spoil since ik a lot of people havent finished reading p8 and i implore u to because p9 is just around the corner. p3 is just kind of. there. i feel bad because part 3 is just a hero's journey. it's not outstanding but i think it's charming in its simplicity. i like the characters and the stand fights and the format is silly and lets me turn my brain off.

ok fav characters... i'll try to narrow this down to 3. johnny, jotaro, and fugo. fugo probably the one i am most fond of (hes my milk webkinz). johnny aside, i feel like the other two are kind of simple characters but this is where my Tendency To Overanalyze Anything I Like kicks in so to me they're a lot deeper and fleshed out than they seem at first glance.

johnny, well...i see a lot of dislike towards johnny from certain parts of the community because of his (implied) depression and him being disabled. a lot of dudebros seem to see him as someone whiny and a "useless" jojo, comparing him to gyro which seems to do most of the emotional heavylifting this part. this is not at all true and i think both his and gyro's efforts are what result in them progressing in the race as well as johnny's own progress irt to the spin, in coping with his brother's loss, and finding purpose in himself. i am Not disabled, so i cant truly comment on how good of a representation he is but while one of his motivations is to obtain the jesus corpse to be able to walk again, this motivation is almost entirely set aside by the end of the part – and by the time he does 'gain the ability' to walk again for lack of a better term it's not at all the main focus. it's almost cathartic to see that when gyro passes away johnny thanks him for all he's done, but he's most certainly not making reference to his working legs, but rather, everything else. his best friend just died, and his main goal is to finish the race, and get his corpse back to italy. throughout the part gyro helps him find strength in himself to see that he is capable of more than he thinks (even though he can be quite harsh, i think this is exactly what johnny needs), and johnny's depression and survivor guilt when it comes to being alive while his brother, who he considers was better in every respect, is dead, is very realistic within the confines of what Can Be, in a story like jojo, and idk. when his neglectful father who left him to die comes back to greet him at the end of the race, begging for forgiveness, is essentially spat on by johnny because after all his growth he knows he deserves more than that, that he does not owe him forgiveness just because after years of mistreating him he's finally seen the error of his ways... stuff like that just kind of sells him for me. he feels so real. that and he's really cute and funny ✌️

JOTAROS A BIT HARDER TO TALK ABOUT BECAUSE he feels very flat. in part 3 you can argue hes just some angsty brooding teenager who's mean to his mom and punches shit. which is true. that's what it is on paper. idk though. i made a lot of shit about jotaro up in my head so a lot of this is going to be hcs and my interpretation of him. but i dont think he's ever really had a healthy outlet for his issues. i love holly, but she's always just kind of gone with what jotaro wants/says, and jotaro's never really had a father figure in his life. ofc he wants to save his mom when he goes off to egypt, it's almost all he has. then in egypt i like to think that meeting the other three and becoming friends with someone close to his age, kakyoin, he realizes things about himself that he never really considered, or wishes to put a name to. i think jotaro has a bit of internalized homophobia in regards to kakyoin and having lost him, his first love, at 17 fucks you up. i also like the interpretation that jotaro is autistic and this is one of the reasons he has such a hard time relating to people, voicing his thoughts and latched onto marine biology which is something that persists throughout his whole life.

i think one of the best things about jotaro is that he might seem underdeveloped in his own part but then in p4+p6 when he shows up enough has happened to him that you can infer some of his development behind the scenes. by p4 we know he has jolyne but travels around a lot and we know nothing about his spouse so we can assume his relationship with her isnt the best (this is confirmed in p6). going back to the internalized homophobia i think jotaro would take on a spouse because of comphet and because he feels like this is something that should be normal. keep in mind his father was also never around while he was growing up, so again traveling around and not spending time with his daughter, spending more time on speedwagon foundation business and his studies, and it never once occurs to him that this might not be the best thing to do (at the time). he's a lot more mature now and knows he cant use violence to solve everything, which is good, and tries to form lasting relationships with josuke, koichi and okuyasu. he's trying to make progress

and then p6 rolls around and jolyne is grown up and we find out that yeah jotaro was a pretty shit dad. our suspicions were correct. he was never around, he's always had fights with jolyne’s mother not because hes violent but because hes completely disinterested. again, the comphet, but also: he's out of the house all of the time on spf business because he wants to keep jolyne safe. to this day the effects and losses of egypt still rest heavy on him and marine biologist work aside he doesn't want the same fate to befall jolyne. him sending her the brooch is a last resort for her to protect herself. when hes awake during the part he's trying to make it up to jolyne, in his own way, and he loves and protects his daughter until his dying breath (this brought me to tears, btw part 6 is a ride). also i rly think he loved kakyoin his whole life. idk. i think jotaro can be pretty tragic depending on how you see him. which is why i love him but he also makes me sad as fuck because i think after p3 he spends his whole life lamenting the trauma he suffered when he was 17 and forcing himself to suck it up; ofc this doesnt excuse him being a shitty father to jolyne, i think she deserves better, but... you know

NOW FUGO!!!!!!! This is all going to sound delusional. bear with me. fugo is literally in p5 for like 2 milliseconds so ill explain how /i/ see him. but also keep in mind ive read phf like 3 times. OK SO fugo is this moody ass 16 year old with extreme anger issues -- while most of the time hes mature, good with people with only a bit of snark, he has an explosive temper that stemmed from his childhood. he was a prodigy child, he got into university at the age of 13, but was for the most part neglected by his family (not including his grandmother), his parents only looking after him/demanding More from him when it came to his studies/extracurricular activities. his family is new money, so they need fugo to excel in life to ensure that they are not taken lightly.

here is where stuff kind of varies: in the anime, he is almost sexually harassed by a much older uni professor and in a fit of rage beats him over the head with a heavy book. in the novel and the manga i think it just comes from the teacher mocking him (in the novel he gets pissed off because his grandmother died prior and the teacher belittled him for failing an exam when he had requested to not take it) but the consequence is the same: hes kicked out of uni and disowned by his family to not blunder the family name, making him homeless. time goes by and he's taken in by bruno and hes the first one to join his gang under the guise of needing a "level head" (ironic bc bruno knows why fugo ended up on the streets).

then the actual events of p5 happen and he actually leaves the gang really early on as bruno had decided to betray the boss. fugo is inept emotionally and prefers to not face the wrath of the boss, narrowly avoiding his own death LOL and then being like ok why did they ditch me.

he doesnt understand why bruno and the rest of the gang would throw away their lives for some girl theyd just met. he's logical, emotion-driven only when it comes to himself. hes moody, as a teenager should be, but after joining brunos gang becomes heavily reliant on routine, on being told what to do, and despite all of the gang related activities they carry out, is likely the only time he's ever been able to be a kid/someone's child. from here on we dont see him at all unless you read his spin-off novel which is technically not considered canon by a lot of ppl bc its not by araki, but its overseen by him and the illustrations included are all provided by him. but basically i like fugo for a lot of the same reasons i like kakyoin: that being hes a socially inept introvert who had no friends until the main story and didnt realize what they had until it was too late

(PHF SUMMARY HERE) after the events of p5, with bruno, abbacchio and narancia dead, giorno as the head of the mafia seeks him out to carry out a mission to exterminate the head (happens to be an old university classmate of his) of this group selling drugs under the passione's name. essentially a suicide mission if it goes wrong. hes tasked to go with sheila e. (girl, same age as boss' daughter approx.) and murolo (middle aged man). they butt heads quite a bit but grow rather close. thru various parts of the novel hes still on some Dumb shit with his anger issues like nearly killing sheila e. when she caught him while he was falling bc he was still seeing red from the enemy. otherwise this part he just kinda comes off as depressed, less explosive. without going into much detail about the fights or what actually happens, he begins to trust people, i think. he doesnt see Everything as if the world was against him and it makes me rly happy for him. like up until this point hes never been Alone alone, but has alienated himself from others bc he feels that they dont understand, or that theyre too different from him, too dumb. very this ⬇️

im going to link to a post i wrote a while back about some phf fugo thoughts because this post is already long enough

anyways i think im done here. i hope this was satisfying and good. i went on a bit of a tangent irt fugo and jotaro because i feel like unlike johnny people dont really tend to look at them with the same depth. i also think i am just out of my mind. if youve read this far i love you

#methinks

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cattles-bians · 3 years ago

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exes au part 12

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obsetress: don’t ask why i had this thought because i couldn’t tell you but

obsetress: jamie wakes up in the middle of the night one night and is like “i... had a dream. about vi”

obsetress: and dani’s like “ok baby” and just nuzzles deeper into her pillow and jamie’s like

obsetress: “no, dani, a... a dream”

obsetress: and dani’s like “oh. oh” and is immediately wide awake and bright eyed

obsetress: and is like “was it any good?” and jamie is just. already flushed so red and flushed deeper and dani just hums

em: sighs wistfully

em: i also love that something compels jamie to tell dani Immediately

em: oh the perils of begrudgingly being friends w ur gfs ex

em: jamies like um. no see i can see all these different things my brain mashed together and WHY i had this dream and danis like ok but that wasn’t my question....

obsetress: jamie finally throws up her hands “of course it was”

em: jamie: And You Can’t Tell Vi She’ll Be Insufferable

obsetress: dani, very plainly, at brunch the next morning: so vi

obsetress: jamie looks like she’s going to have a heart attack and dani lets her sweat and then just smiles sweetly “i like those sunglasses. are they new?”

em: jamie what’s the problem (nothin. indigestion)

obsetress: dani very smug n thinks she’s very funny

obsetress: (she is a little funny)

em: one of jamies many ‘oh that’s why they dated’ moments

obsetress: “fookin sick, the both of ya”

em: idk why you had this thought but i’m GREATLY amused

obsetress: skskksksks right

obsetress: jamie explaining her dream to dani in great detail afterwards

obsetress: dani sitting there nodding and hmming “oh that sounds like her. no, she wouldn’t do that. now THAT she would be very good at, you’d like it”

em: i need a moment

em: jamie thinks the dark hides her massive fucken blush but it Doesn’t

em: dani can feel her heating up

obsetress: jamie “i don’t ask you to do this” dani “you’re not stopping me”

em: dani critiquing jamies sex dream is such a fucken funny concept sjdhdkhdkdhdkc

obsetress: RIGHT

obsetress: i’m dying

em: dani: oh no that’s OOC

obsetress: she wouldn’t have a riding crop jamie, it’s 2021, not 16—

em: jamie: it’s a wet dream do u really think it’s gonna have beta readers and a three act structure

em: dani hums

obsetress: dani: well did you enjoy it

obsetress: jamie: i— dani: did you?

obsetress: jamie mumbling yeah

em: jamies like i’m gonna interrogate dani next time, see how she feels- but she forgets dani is incapable of feeling shame

obsetress: like dani wouldn’t just launch into a ramble

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em: viola

obsetress: fuck

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: to jamie, specifically,

em: to jamie specifically andhdjhdjd

em: once again ironic jamvi has turned, in my brain, into ‘yes and....’ jamvi

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obsetress:

obsetress: jamie sending this to viola n vi's like

obsetress: she doesn't get it because she's convinced her taste is immaculate

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em: anyway this is ooc even for exes au but i keep thinking abt like. jamie tryna crack how old viola is (she cant be 34 im 30 it doesnt make sense) and going through her fb timeline like. 'aha! motivational quotes. gotta be late 30s' and danis either like

em: danis either like 'you have a notebook where you write down all the quotes you like baby' OR shes like haha ok thats fair (posts another motivational quote on her fb)

obsetress: god i love that so much

obsetress: both of those dani responses are

obsetress: honestly porque no los dos if we're already going ooc

obsetress: i do think the first bit "gotta crack it she can't be 34 i'm 30 it doesn't make sense" is in character fwiw

em: obviously i was inspired by ur post in the milf channel abt viola always saying shes 35

em: big brain

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obsetress: this is literally just. exes au rebecca

obsetress: down to the caption

obsetress: vi and rebecca patiently staging like full photoshoots for each other every time one of them wants a pic otp: i'm not high maintenance, you're just low effort

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em: bold 2 say that we don’t think about jamie and vi tho

em: gotta keep some sorta. presentation of respectability

em: they absolutely couldn’t date tho

obsetress: lmao ikr

obsetress: yeah no they'd kill each other

obsetress: now just thinking of silly circumstances and um

obsetress: rebecca's out of town and dani's flying back from some iowa thing jamie couldn't get away for to go with

obsetress: and viola's like "oh, just stay at ours, it's closer and i'll get you a car"

obsetress: and just like

obsetress: imagining the two of them cohabitating at vi's for a night

em: jamie sneaking around at night tryna find the bathroom and runs straight into vi in a face mask and a dangerously low dressing gown Again

obsetress: the parallels to canon

obsetress: im giggling

obsetress: walks straight into her path

em: opens a door. sees something she doesn’t want to see. immediately turns and walks away

em: god the face mask would make her look like the lady in the lake

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: vi wants to go out to dinner, jamie's just like "i'm already getting up early to go to the airport, can't we just have an easy night in"

em: what did i say before. that thing abt if ur friends w damie you will inevitably walk in on them

obsetress: god yeah

em: flip of that.

obsetress: oh GOD

em: god they would argue about dinner

em: bicker about EVERYTHING

em: dani and rebecca both make the married couple joke

em: jamie goes pale

obsetress: wait sorry i just went back to tahirahs insta post and like

obsetress: katie parker commented and was like "i love these shots of you" and she was like "thanks luv " and i'm like

obsetress: why does this....... still track........... with exes au...............

em: perdy is always a little too flirty w vis paramours

obsetress: always! except dani for whatever reason

obsetress: she's just scared of dani

em: Please

obsetress: rebecca's like "i don't see what the problem is. she can do what she wants, but you trust me, don't you?" "of course i trust you" rebecca shrugs "that's it then, isn't it?"

obsetress: anyway vi huffs n crosses her arms n pouts a little bit and is like "well i don't want her to"

obsetress: rebecca is endeared and uses the opportunity to her advantage like the top leaning switch she is

em: dani rebecca parallels: always dtf

obsetress: perdi and vi fighting and vi's like "are you even gay? or do you just want what i have?" and perdi is like "does it matter?"

em: are you even gay perdi nahdkdhdkdhd

em: perdi is like you KNOW about jamie and viola crinkles her nose bc she forgot about that and she’s starting to respect jamie as a person

obsetress: djflakdkfjldkadjLDJFLSKDFJLSDKFJx

obsetress: i screeched

em: viola: you only MET jamie because i hired her for landscaping you fucking-

obsetress: just thinking about perdita watching jamie working on some property sweating in a tank top and Deciding

em: bringing out some lemonade etc

em: haha you look parched

obsetress: smiling widely, turning on the charm

obsetress: jamie is very attractive and very swoonworthy, but perdita 100% only goes for it because she refuses to let viola have one (1) thing

obsetress: and that extends to lesbianism

em: viola's like no this is normal right. siblings competing. rivalries etc and danis like uh i’m an only child and jamies like uh i raised my brother

em: they don’t know how to tell her sure it happens but it’s also extremely fucken weird vi

obsetress: jamie: you have to tell her dani: why do i have to tell her jamie: you tell her everything dani: i don't tell her–– ok, i tell her most things. i'm not sure i want to tell her this though jamie: why not dani: she's not... she's not gonna like it jamie: So You Might Be A People Pleaser,

em: jamie: i can’t tell her. she’s only just forgotten the perdi thing. what if she remembers i’ve

em: in depth character study of viola and perdi’s fucked up rivalry

em: violas like goddamn it do i have to fuck jamie to get even

obsetress: i––

em: she decides against it

em: jamie is none the wiser

obsetress: she Considers it tho

em: jamie would die on the spot if she knew

obsetress: weighs the pros and cons

obsetress: the best part is like

obsetress: this is all post-danvi and pre-damie right so when dani n jamie see rebecca and vi at that video store

obsetress: viola's like wait.

obsetress: wait

obsetress: dani ending up with the hot gardener her sister fucked because she has bizarre jealousy and possession issues is really just the cherry on top of a shit sundae

em: the funniest part of all our very tangled lore is like

em: none of it contradicts bc it’s even funnier when it’s Extremely Ugly And Messy

em: because lesbians are just... like that

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obsetress: exes au au where viola did fuck jamie, the video rental shop scene is 100 times more awkward

em: don’t think about it don’t think about it dont

em: i am thinking about it

em: jamie has to deal with having been railed by all three of them instead of just the two

em: it feels very uneven to her bc rebeccas a doll, dani, u don’t understand, and ur only running into one ex,

obsetress: talk about the mortifying ordeal of being known

obsetress: "wait, that's your ex?" "yeah" "dani" "what" "dani" "what" jamie's voice is hushed but a lil pitchy and a lot panicky "i think i fucked your ex" "you think?" "i fucked your ex" "you fucked her or she fucked you? because i'm sorry, baby, but i really don't think––"

em: sorry, baby, but i really don’t think-

em: SCREAMED

obsetress: that might be my fave lil bit i've ever written adlfkjasdklf

em: dani being a little too interested in jamie getting railed is like. everything to me

obsetress: jamie's already big blushing

em: a little secret between hannah obsetress and em cowlesbian but i am So thinking abt it

em: patreon exclusive exes au au

[em edit: you can imagine how long this lasted]

obsetress: no one is happy about this situation except dani, who is delighted

em: after, jamie's like. what did u mean by u don’t think that...

em: puffs out her chest

em: i could have-

em: danis like yeah but i know u didn’t did u

obsetress: dani clayton ilu

em: danis like um

em: completely unprompted bc dani ‘finishes a conversation 5 hours later’ is really funny to me

em: danis like i did tho

em: jamies like can you DROP IT

em: she’s SMUG

em: she’s so pleased w herself

obsetress: in bed with the lights off jamie's pulling the sheets up and closing her eyes afterthought

obsetress: just a happy lil hum and an "i did, though"

obsetress: and jamie knows IMMEDIATELY what she's talking about

em: dani never lets jamie live it down

obsetress: never!

obsetress: they'll be washing dishes one day "hey baby?" "hmm" "you slept with a landlord"

em: oh um. flipping the whole ‘experienced jamie virginal dani’ trope everyone loves but

em: i love the idea of dani being like hey jamie did u ever- and jamies like (grumbles) does it matter

em: dani is mentally applying a gold star to her chart

obsetress: ksdljfskdfjlsdjflksdjaf

obsetress: the gold star

em: at this point dani is absolute just tryna tease jamie so she’s like oh well when- and jamies like ok i get it

em: jamie Pretends not to be a little interested

obsetress: meanwhile vi and rebecca very matter of factly swapped stories the first day they Realized

obsetress: vibecca swapping stories and their stories complimenting each other so well that they're like well. hmm

obsetress: glad those two found each other

em: two praise kinks u say

em: ok sorry one more thought i’m thinking abt like

em: jamie staying over (idk if this is before or during damie) and viola and perdi are having yet another spat on the phone and violas like

em: no you ALWAYS do this, whatever you think you’re doing with rebecca-‘ and she barely hears some muffled sorta ‘oh, sorry, remember jamie-

em: and jamies doing the maths. hmm

em: jamies like actually i refuse to examine this further. self care

em: brings it up with dani later and dani LOSES her shit laughing

em: haha jamie you got willoughby’ed

obsetress: SCREAMS

obsetress: you got willoughby'd

obsetress: how does one get willoughbyd asking for a friend

em: yeah same asking for a friend

obsetress: dani, gigglesnorting: wait, you hooked up with... with perdi?

obsetress: (dani hates perdita because viola hates perdita and it is a deep seated hatred she refuses to unlearn)

obsetress: a loyalty strange and enduring, despite it all

em: to be fair perdi is the Worst

em: all of these characters i love to make sympathetic and then perdi is where i draw the line akdhdkhd

em: it’s funnier if she’s awful

em: like a viola that never gets therapy

obsetress: lldjfkaskldfj god same

obsetress: it's too good

em: danis like wait hold on. lemme get a pen

em: makes a silly little chart

em: if the fandom tries to make jamie into a shane the l word character i will simply take that and make jamie mortified abt her uh. well! a pretty girl is nice to her and she forgets how to behave

em: jamie's like oh sure like u don’t have embarrassing flings- and danis like yeah but i don’t interact w them on a daily basis jamie

em: also i didn’t fuck perdi

obsetress: skskskflsdflks

obsetress: "you did fuck perdi though, right? because that just be embarrassing, jamie, if she had been the one who..."

em: skgsdjhdkdhdk

em: jamie grumbles something abt pillow princesses and dani like

em: CLAPS her hands in glee

obsetress: jlsdjflkJSDFKJSDFJ

obsetress: GOD

obsetress: she's immediately pulling out her phone to text vi

em: jamies like why would u message her sister that u freak n danis like oh no theyre very open with each other it’s uh. hmm. anyway

#this is one of my faves won’t lie hfydyst #featuring perdita who is. just #a terrible little delight gshdjfjv #idk what to say about this one except um. i’m sorry #and i hope u can still look me in the eye despite #being a grotty little multishipper #the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #longggg one

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mazojo · 3 years ago

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Ok no I love rambling so it’s ok! And yeah, this fandom is very stuck on “Tsukasa hurt Mitsuba so he deserves nothing but hatred.” Except… Tsukasa tried to help the second time around, quite literally his second appearance is him trying to fix his mistakes right here. When he says, “I hope your wish comes true this time,” he’s speaking on Mitsuba considering that he straight up mangled him the first time they met. I don’t think someone who “has no emotions and lives to hurt others and abuse everyone.” (Aka the fandom’s words) would ever say something like this. I don’t think if he really was as bad as the fandom says that Tsukasa would so blatantly try to fix what he had done wrong. He would have ignored it, shrugged it off, except he didn’t.

And also, right here too! When Mitsuba and Nene are attacked, Tsukasa says this line and I feel like a part of his real personality is still there somewhere too? He’s so upset here, and then this line kinda adds onto it imo because he could have said any other dialogue about why no.3 is ruining everything and yet.. his main concern is no.3 picking on things weaker than it

And then, of course, once we get into the gritty details, we also realize that Tsukasa is quite kind despite his dispositions like, the fake world? He created it simply for Mitsuba’s wish and if there was any ill intent, it would have been stated. He simply did it because Mitsuba asked, even Hanako himself comments on how “this is all your wish meant to you?” Aka, Tsukasa did this entire fake world thing just because Mitsuba wished for it.

Like sometimes I feel like the fandom is too hung up on single Mitsuba arcs to realize that Tsukasa has tried to remedy his mistakes the only way he personally knows how to. It’s not great, it’s definitely not okay, but just like Hanako, he’s not supposed to be entirely good or entirely bad. He’s a Grey character and people constantly assuming that he’s meant to be this big bad villain is so .. annoying. Like? Are we reading the same manga? hhh

Yess agreed!! As you say, people tend to write off characters from the get go that aren't 100% "good" before understanding no character truly is 100% a good guy. I think It also goes tied down to the fact a lot of people compare Tsukasa to Amane when...... they are completely different persons loll. Theres a clear difference of treatment between both by the fandom imo (and this is no hating Hanako of course, I love his character and this is also part of the reason why he is such a complicated and well builded character too in the series) where for example in the last arc he pretty much offed every spirit related being (still prayer circles for Mitsuba pspsps come back pspssp asdfghj) and people brushed over it. If Tsukasa would have been the one to take that decision everyone would have jumped on his throat but Hanako for the most part gets off scotch free (again, I dont want it to seem I am hating on him asdfghj I love Hanako but its a bit frustrating people justifying what he did all the time when its okay to admit he can also be morally gray too and thats part of the charm imo xdd)

BruHH you are tempting me so hard to reread the manga with your entire analysis because there are so many details I had never caught on to like the first part of the "I hope your wish comes true this time" !! Its such a good take on his character and I wish other people read this post because it truly goes to show the misconception everyone has of Tsukasa.

I feel like people just see Tsukasa and think he is evil for being the main "antagonist" (not really villain imo but just the opposing party I guess you could say it???) that they dont see past that. I would love to see the manga show more of the Broadcasting Club members :(( They are underrated for suree

#I went through my past screenshots after reading this and it just goes to show how detailed tbhk truly is #I feel like a lot of people read and skim through things and adopt the take everyone believes and its sad :((#I also feel like Aoi's and Teru's characters fall into a lot of misconceptions and it makes me sad ™#ask #tbhk spoilers #tbhk #tsukasa

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ask-the-party-god · 4 years ago

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SIEG! His name was sieg, I just remembered. -HNK Anon

hi hnk anon! im using this second ask of yours because its shorter, and putting your other one under the readmore to answer more extensively! X)

Okay. So I just got through the prologue, and I have a few things to say.

1. I’ve only had mash kyrielight for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in this and then myself!

youre absolutely RIGHT shes such a good girl! i love her and she only gets better and better as the same goes on! speaking of ‘better’ as it goes on, the game starts kind of slow? okay, so- the company that started fgo unsupervised, and they were making a cash-grabby game with less effort than it deserved... around the fourth singularity, though, nasu, the owner of the ip, saw the state of the game, stepped in and went like “nope, youre making this good, or youre not making it, period”, so... yeah he stepped in, put quality standards, lowered the saint quartz cost, added third skills to a lot of lower-star servants that didnt have them, reworked some other servants... also every milestone they include a quality of life change! earlier this year they increased the saint quartz you got from daily missions, then a retroactive change to interludes that gave me like, 100 pieces of it all of sudden... its good, i actually really appreciate them for that X)

2. The leveling up is a bit confusing for me.

yeah, the levelling up is, gacha levelling up, it was a bit weird at first, buuuut:

there are a few different things with exp in the game! you have your mystic code (your clothes, which have special skills), and your master level, both of which increase by just, doing any quest at all! master level determines your ap point limit, how many friends you can have, how many servants and ces you can have in your team at a time, etc... the mystic code level increases the effectivity of your mystic codes skills

theres bond level! this is how ‘close’ you are with your servant, and you raise it by fighting with those servants in your team! levels 1 through 5 unlock new information about them and new flavor text while theyre in your room! levels 6 through 9 give you rewards, like extra saint quartz, apples, etc... and if you get to level 10, you get a specific craft essence! some are like, “as long as the servant has it equipped, everyone in the team gets a buster buff”, but theres specific effects like, heracles gets a stack of 3 guts- which is insaaaaane

theres craft essences! theyre basically ‘buffs’, and levelling them up gives you some extra hp or attack, but ultimately theyre proooobably the least like, necessary thing to level up? still, you get spare craft essences out the wazoo so you probably want to feed the ones with effects you use a lot... anything with default np charge is GREAT for example, as it lets you charge up nukes all that much easier

and finally we get to servants! so you have the normal servant level up, THIS is what youd consider the classic ‘rpg level up’, but instead of levelling them up by fighting, you need items! specially, embers... feeding a servant embers and other spare servants you dont want (low rarity, pls dont feed people gold servants-), you level them up! this is a basic increase of all stats, but theres a level LIMIT! once they reach the level limit, you can ‘ascend them’ to their next stage, usually accompanied with unlocking new skills, and new cool outfits! you can ascend them up to four times, and once theyre at max ascension and max level, you CAN technically feed them holy grails (palingenesis), to break that max level limit to eventually reach 100... this is mostly unnecessary? but if theres a lower-rarity servant you REALLY like, that can put them on par with 4-stars, for example, or giving them a well needed extra boost to hp and attack

finally you have np and skills! skills are just that, servant-specific abilities! evades, healing, debuffs, buffs... levelling up skills reduces their cooldown at level 6 and 10, and generally increases their effect! np level up needs you to have multiple copies of the same servant, you can boost their np to be more damaging or to give you stronger buffs, depending on what it is

so basically, fighting will increase your master and mystic code exp, and your bond level! to actually level up servants, you have to feed them embers (you can farm them in the chaldea gate quests, or simply get them from story missions and free rolls)! to ascend them or level up their skills, you need special materials, which can drop in some free quests in singularities, be sold/drop during events, or drop from other chaldea gate free quests! not all materials are available from the beginning, so i suggest just, going through the story and upgrading your characters as you can, rather than obsessively farming to get them super high up before continuing with it

3. What’s the deal with the unregistered spirit origin currency? Because they are blocking me from getting the servants I want. That leads me to—

oh yeah no, dont worry about that, you are never, ever EVER going to use that X) basically, if you get 5 copies of the SAME 5-star, that is, if you get them to np level 5, and you get a SIXTH copy, which, again... insane odds? you will be given an unregistered spirit origin currency! basically its the way the game has of saying “sorry you keep getting this same servant so much, here, you can CHOOSE which one you want instead”

basically, insurance so you can never get a useless extra 5-star after fully upgrading a previous version of them

you gotta roll the gacha to get servants! its random! there is NO ensuring which one you will get, you just gotta try! well- there ARE occasionally events, like, twice a year, where you get to PICK a free 4-star actually

4. There are currently six servants that I want, everyone else doesn’t matter at the moment. The first is mash (so that’s one down) the second is artotia, third is Jeanne d'ark. Fourth is Jeanne alter, and firth Lancelot! And sixth- I SAW A MAID ALTER WITH A SNIPER RIFLE- WHAT? THATS COOL/FUNNY AS SHIT! I WANT THAT! (Maybe astolfo and uhhh... what was his name with the gray hair, he’s a caster- but that’s for later, the ones I listed are top priority,

lets see, six servants you want! believe me, you WILL get attached to more, but...

mash is obviously in your possession!

artoria is always, by default, in the summoning pool! theres occasionally ‘rate up’ banners, which give certain characters more weight, but ultimately, every saint quartz roll you do always has a chance of summoning her... specially right now, the more of the game you complete, the more servants you will unlock in the summoning pool, so technically shes at her highest drop rate right now

same with jeanne, shes part of the default summoning pool

jeanne ALTER is limited though! she does not appear normally, she can only be summoned when shes on a rate-up banner! i am not sure if she will be on rate-up before this, but the next banner i know she will for SURE be in is in may! oh! but- if you dont get her, there IS a 4-star, summer version that will be FREE this next summer, if you complete the summer event!

i think lancelot is also in the default summon pool!

maid alter is the summer outfit version of artoria X) i am unsure when she is available again honestly :o we had her event rerun not that long ago, so she may not be available for a while...

astolfo is in the default summoning pool AND theyre going to get a 5-star version this next year i believe! so, double stolfo!

sieg is, the free servant you get for the apocrypha event! it happened earlier this year, so i think that means theres a rerun of it still pending! eventually though, they will add a thing where you can replay events you missed and get the free servants from them, so while ideally youd wanna be playing while the event is up, theres a contingency in case you missed someone you REALLY want!

5. Please tell me how the start system works- I’m very new to this and I wanna be invested. Please help-

-HNK Anon

i think thats pretty much all there is! you get saint quartz through the story, by doing interludes, bond-levelling servants, through rewards, etc, as well as summon tickets, and you use those to roll the gacha! free friend currency only gives 3-star and under servants, while saint quartz can give you pretty much anything

theres almost always a ‘banner’ up, which offers ‘rate-up’ servants! the normal summoning pool has all the default servants and the story-locked ones you have unlocked, but the rate-ups can bypass the locks entirely! some servants are limited, so if they seem cool in a banner, you may wanna try to roll!

even if you dont get the servants you want- and believe me... it WILL happen... you WILL get more and more and more cool servants so, dont worry about that X) also a lot of lower-rarity servants are actually really good and can be used for a lot of things, so if you have a favorite, do not be afraid to level them up!

but yeah thats kind of the loop? you do stuff, get sq... roll the gacha for characters you like, level them up, do events... i honestly play mostly for the story, the main story gets really good, and the events are all charming and nice, but id be lying if i said i didnt want some specific servants... most of which are alter egos-

yeah sorry im rambling X) just... ask me anything else you may need! :D

#party god #ask #fgo

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ksjsflower · 5 years ago

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16th of July - Jungkook X Reader

part 1

genre: humor, college!au, jungkook! fuckboy au, future smut and angst

words:idk dude

It was at times like this that you wondered whether the whole universe that we live in is just a tiny fraction of something way more powerful. Could it be destiny? If there even was such a thing, you were almost certain it had struck you when you had least expected it to. Thursday, 16th of July, 2016. The day you knew you would remember your whole life and all of your next lives.

The 16th of July 2016, Thursday. You were 19, just graduated from highschool, ready to start college. Oh, were you in for a ride. During your high school years, all you ever thought about was how fun college and moving in with your best friend, Nana, would be. Nana was actually more like a sister to you. You guys met way back when you were 5 at a playground. It was at the moment she stepped on your sand castle and started crying and apologizing you knew you two were gonna become friends.

However, moving in - not so fun actually. Both of you had a mess at home, and of course, your mothers were worried sick about you two 'becoming independent and growing up so fast'. The first day you two arrived at your dorm was chaotic. People were running aroung, bumping into each other like there's no tomorrow, everyone was all up in their business. Until.

'Dude, the guy with curly hair and a leather jacket by the lockers has been staring at you for about 2 minutes now.' Nana whispered to you while you were trying to balance your books for the classes you both got today.

'Uh, what? Where and who and why?' you crinkled your nose when a certainly heavy book pressed your pinky. 'I could use some help over here, stop looking around for boys, its the first day for fuck's sake..' you rolled your eyes.

'Alright, FIRST of all, - she was getting ready for another one of her rants - 'it's kinda hard not to notice when there's quiete a few people over here if you didnt already realize that, that his eyes out of all the people he can look at, only look at you. For t w o minutes. Even three now, cause' I just checked and he is still looking, only now he has a smirk on his face probably because your hair is a mess from holding 20 books and I am talking to you about him not so subtly cause now hes looking at me haha-''

You were so confused as to why she was rambling to you while looking behind you as if something was approaching. Nevertheless, you didnt think much of it. You just thought it was another one of Nana's silly actions, until you felt a hand on your shoulder the same moment Nana abruptly shut her mouth.

You slowly started turning around not expecting the smell that came from behind you to be strong cologne. You hated cologne, so it left you wondering for a second why you actually enjoyed inhaling this particular one.

But when you actually did turn around surprising yourself when you didnt drop any of the books you were holding, you were met with a face of a boy. A rather good looking boy. Man, probably the best looking boy you have seen in the last 10 years. When your pair of eyes met his doe like pair, you were left speechless. Thank God you werent the one who was going to start the talking because as soon as you opened your mouth you were cut off by his own voice.

'Are you guys new here? I saw you going around looking all confused and shit so if you need any help, you can ask me, I dont bite,' - he mused in a rather interesting tone,you couldnt decipher if he was being flirty or if his tone was usually sensual like that. - 'Yeah, I'm sure thats why you were looking,' Nana jumped in very awkwardly and as to prove her point, she added an unpleasant laugh at the end of her statement which made you want to face palm yourself right in front of his face.

'Yes, of course. Now why else would I be looking? I am a well mannered man.' He gave a smile so charming you were sure you would have flown to another dimension right then and there if it werent for all the books you were holding.

He must've noticed your lack of response which is why he took half of the books you were holding to himself. 'There you go.. saw you struggling for a little while. Also, I couldnt help but notice your little friend over her talking about me? Or am I possibly wrong?'

You finally spoke up and mentally congratuated yourself for not stuttering. 'Uh, yeaahh.. you're probably seeing things, we were just trying to find the right classes and stuff..'

'Seeing things? Damn, didnt have to word it like that, makes me feel undesirable,' he gave a breathy laugh while faking being hurt by putting his hands on his chest.

'Oh, I am sure that it does' you answered sarcastically. Cmon, this guy looked like sex on a stick. Feeling undesirable? Certainly not his case.

'See, you get me. I was not mistaken when I thought I felt a connection to you the moment I saw you across the hall,' he gave you a cheeky grin which left you rolling your eyes at the back of your head so hard you were sure they were gonna stay there.

'A connection? Please. And here I was thinking that this was a fuckboy free college.' You sighed dramatically which left Nana bringing her fist to her lips to stiffle her laughs.

He did look a bit taken aback by your response, but nevertheless managed to cover it up with a smirk in a span of 0.02 seconds. 'Arent you a fiery one, huh?' He smiled yet again in his seemingly natural flirty self.

'You havent seen anything yet.'

'Oh, so you're implying that we are going to have more talks in the future?' He smiled at you but his eyes were rather daring.

'You wish. Keep dreaming boy. Theres only one first impression and youve ruined it, so we aint talking any time soon.' - Nana once again let out a wheeze, only this time it was loud and you shut your eyes tightly wanting the ground to open and swallow you.

'Its alright, it doesnt have to be anytime soon, I can wait if its you who Im gonna talk to.' His comment left your cheeks tainted a light shade of pink, but you couldnt let your resolve crumble infront of him. Who did he think he was all confident trying to seduce you without even knowing your name?

'Nah, Im good. You didnt really understand what I meant. We aint talking anytime soon is supposed to mean that we are never talking after this again, kapeesh?' you were stating to get tired but you wanted to continue bickering with the unknown boy for some reason.

'Baby, dont underestimate me. Never is a strong word. - plus.. if we aint gonna talk thats okay we dont have to talk, we can always do other things.' he winked at you after throwing the innuendo right at your face. You scrunched your nose at the pet name but chose to ignore it.

'That was extremely pervy of you saying that to someone you have quiete literally just met. - you paused to flick your hair behind your shoulder. 'you should congratuate yourself, ive never started hating someone as soon as I did with you, you are the first one to accomplish that , you should feel proud, man.'

'I can be a lot of firsts to you, you know. I feel honored to be honest.' he announced proudly for some reason.

'Bold of you to assume you would be my first. Dont underestimate me, baby.' you threw back repeating his exact same words.

Nana was getting ready for the good part when suddenly you cut her fun short. 'Nana, lets go.' you grabbed your books from his hands harshly with one hand and pulled your best friend with the other free hand.

As you two were walking away you ignored Nana's whispers of protest when suddenly a voice was heard from behind you two.

'I'm Jungkook, by the way!' he yelled over a few people passing by.

You stayed quiet and opted for giving him the finger while he was still facing your back. Jungkook did not know why that action pulled the biggest toothy smile on his face, but was certainly glad you didnt get to see it.

'Well... at least he was cute?' Nana added while you two already walked away.

'Yeah. Cute.' you answered emphasizing both words as to let her know you thought he was everything except cute.

Well, college was going to be a lot of fun.

#jungkook jungkookbts #bts jungkook #bts scenarios #bts fluff #jungkookxreader #bts smut #bts angst #btsoneshots #oneshot #fanfiction #jeonjungkook

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swellwriting · 6 years ago

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There’s a spell for that.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Request : From @theboywhocriedlupin: CONGRATS ON 1500 OMG LOVE YOU!!!! Can you do 7 from the list with my boy Neville??

Prompt: 7. “____ meet Y/n, you have to show her around today.” Neville Longbottom

Warnings: none

A/N: My first time writing for sweet sweet Neville, ALSO I didn't use the prompt word for word but it’s close enough. Also a lot of wrist touching and hand holding, be warned.

Word Count: 5k

Ilvermorny was similar and simultaneously much different from the school currently in front of you. Not to say Ilvermorny wasn’t beautiful but it was at the top of a mountain, charms hid it from No-Maj’s which made it almost constantly cloudy and gloomy outside. You loved Ilvermorny though, you loved your friends and you had spent years there.

You got to Hogwarts with the assistance of the large groundskeeper who was waiting for you at the train stop when you arrived. He introduced himself as Hagrid and although his size made him appear daunting at first he was actually quite the cheery type, he was nice and you were glad you didnt have someone else waiting for you after the week you've had, cheery was much needed and very welcomed.

When the school came into view you almost gasped at the castle, the weird name it held didn't show in the architecture of the building at all, it wasn’t found in the trees of the large forest, the bright green of the grass or the light reflecting of the dark lake water.

“Okay Y/N, see that hut just down the hill there? Thats me, if ya ever need anything you should find me there.”

“Wait what, that’s it? I don't know where i'm going, how to get to my classes or my room or anything!” You flailed your arms as you spoke, your body filling to the brim with even more stress.

“Well, Mcgonagall gave ya that paper there that explains a bit, I have to go uh, assist Dumbledore with sumthin.”

“But i'm going to get lost.” You complained sounding defeated already and you hadn't even entered the large school.

The first student you had seen on these grounds was walking past you, he appeared as if his head was in the clouds with the far off look on his face, but the furrow in his brows let on that he was deep in thought as he walked away from what looked like a greenhouse.

“Neville!” Hagrid yelled and motioned the boy over, shocking him out of his thoughts as he stopped walking, directing his confused expression towards Hagrid. “Can you give Y/N here a tour of the school for me? Help her find her way an such?” He asked pushing you towards the boy as he started walking away before Neville even agreed, “Thanks.” Hagrid waved now half way down the hill as you both watched him leave, the two of you standing there in silence.

You turned towards him, suddenly feeling like a complete burden to this boy who was just... covered in dirt? His hands were barely visible underneath it, you looked away from his hands and focused on his face which also had bit of dirt on it, like this Neville boy had dirt for freckles, in fact there wasn't a part of him that was clean of it, he was probably too busy to show you around.

“I'm sorry, you don't have to show me around, I don't want to be a burden or anything i'm sure I can find my way around easily, it’s not like it’s a moving castle or something.”

“No, it’s okay. I'm not the best person to uh, give you a tour,” He awkwardly scratched his chin leaving a print of dirt behind, “But I can try. Oh and the stairs do move so it’s best I do help you find your way, though we might get lost together, I've still never remembered where those stupid stairs change to, Hermione has them memorized, actually I think most students do.” His words trailed off from his nervous rambling and he looked down at his hands and frowned.

“You’ve got a bit of dirt.” You said looking at his hands as well now.

“I was just in the greenhouse, I forgot to wash off my hands again.” He admitted and moved his hands to wipe them on the sides of his pants but you stopped him grabbing his less dirty wrists. “Wait, don't just wipe the dirt on your pants.” He gave you a confused look, ”but my pants and all of me actually are already covered in dirt. Oh you probably want someone a bit cleaner to show you around, you don't want the first person you’re seen with to be covered in dirt.”

You chuckled a bit at his statement. “I really don't mind the dirt, but there's a spell for that!” You smiled and took out your wand quietly murmuring a spell removing every last spec of dirt from him in seconds.

“Wow, you have to teach me that one.” He sounded so excited as he looked down at his shoes which appeared almost brand new.

“Well what will you teach me in return?”

“I’m not the best teacher really.”

“What were you doing in the greenhouse that you managed to get covered in dirt from head to toe?” You teasingly asked and he smiled thinking about his plants and the hours he had spent caring for them.

“The plants, I mean Herbology. It’s my best subject.” He said proudly, you had never heard someone sound so proud talking about herbology. “Wonderful, I love that class but i'm rubbish at it, always mess it up, never fails.”

“That's perfect! Well not for you, I just mean I can help you with that.” He said smiling as he tucked his clean hands into his pockets after motioning for you to follow him as he walked towards the large castle.

The tall ceilings and lively paintings really made this place one in its own. You could easily say you'd never seen any place like it.

“Have you eaten yet?” Neville asked directing your attention away from some friendly paintings who waved as you walked past.

“They didn't have any food on the train, since it doesn't ever run at this time of year so i’m starving.”

“Well it’s not quite dinner time yet but i'm sure we can manage to get something from the house elves.” He smiled as he walked over to the small kitchen doors, sized for house elves rightfully.

“Hey Hannah!” Neville called to a girl walking past wearing a bright Yellow scarf, unlike the red striped tie Neville had.

“Hey Neville, hello... I actually don't know who you are.” Her bright smile turned to a perplexed frown.

“Oh this is uh.” Neville panicked for a moment not remembering what Hagrid had said your name was.

“I'm Y/N and you?” “I'm Hannah.” She said smiling brightly again, “You must be new?”

“Yeah Neville is just showing me around, I know it’s kinda late for new students.” You shrugged your shoulders awkwardly unsure of what to do or why you were even talking to this girl, maybe she was just Neville’s friend, or maybe his girlfriend.

“Nice to meet you, Neville what did you call me over for?”

“Well, it seems stupid but I feel like you have a better chance of getting us some food from the house elves.”

“And why’s that?” She raised a brow playfully at him crossing her arms.

“Well you know, I mean everyone knows Hufflepuffs are the house elves favorites, you guys are closest to the kitchens we all know you guys sneak snacks all the time.”

“What a stereotype, why don't you be a brave Gryffindor and ask for some yourself.” She teased as she made her way to get you guys some food and in minutes returned with plate fulls.

“Here, and only because us Hufflepuffs are also the sweetest and nicest house.” She exaggerated and waved to you as she walked away.

You followed Neville into a large room that appeared to have no ceiling, or at least it was enchanted so the sky was visible, you followed him to a table decorated with a long red table cloth matching the tie that hung loosely around his neck, partially tucked into his sweater.

“I'm guessing this is the Gryffindor table?” You asked between mouthfuls.

“Yeah, Gryffindor is the house i'm in. What about you?”

“I'm not sure actually, back at Ilvermorny I was in Thunderbird but it doesn't exactly match any houses here so i'm not sure what one to pick.” ”You get to pick?”

“Yeah, I didn't want to go through the whole sorting process or make a big deal out of being new. I’d rather have the least amount of attention on me as possible.”

“Then you got lucky to get me as a tour guide, i'm good at blending in.”

“Blending in or just hiding in the greenhouse?” You asked him playfully and he erupted into laughter.

“Your already onto me, and it’s true I may spend an unusual amount of time there.”

“That’s not unusual though, I wish I was that passionate about something.” You took a deep breath and started moving your fork around your plate. It was silent for a minute, like Neville could sense you didn't know what to say next, he didn't want to poke but he also wasn’t sure what to say next to keep the conversation going. “So tell me about you, why are you here?”

“Why am I here? I’m in this room because you brought me here.” You smiled still looking down at your plate.

“Okay so you’re funny, tell me more.”

“Well, I live my with my aunt, she decided we were moving to England so she switched me from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts but she waited too long and the process took a while so I missed the first month of school.”

“You live with your aunt?”

“Yeah, my parents are dead. I'm not too sad about it I never really knew them much.”

“I get exactly how you feel! I live with my grandma.” Neville was sort of excited to have something in common with you, even if it was a bit morbid. “My parents aren't exactly dead though, it’s complicated.”

“I understand.” You half smiled and squeezed his arm reassuringly.

“So what house do you think you’re going to pick?” Neville asked changing the subject to a less sorrow one.

“I'm not sure yet, I'm leaning towards Gryffindor for, well you reasons, but you will have to convince me a bit more.”

“Gryffindor is the best house so that won’t be hard.” Neville said excitedly as he got up and bumped into someone behind him.

“Gryffindor is hardly the best house, have you gone mad as your parents Longbottom?” You saw a blonde haired boy and a few others standing behind Neville wearing bright green ties pressed neatly into their bright white collared shirts.

Neville stayed silent and bowed his head so you decided to humour the rude group of students to direct the attention off of him.

“Well what would you suggest the best house is then?”

The boy grimaced at you as he sneered, “Slytherin of course what kind of question is that, you must be hanging out with Neville for a reason, you are both idiots.”

“How was I supposed to know? I don't even know what the fourth house is yet, unless you guys have more than four or only three?” You directed your question at Neville and he shook his head to say no not really wanting to talk and have Draco make him look like even more of a fool in front of you.

“You don't know the houses names, Are you stupid?” A girl with short black hair asked in a mocking tone.

“Not stupid, just new. I've only been here for about 25 minutes to be exact.”

Their judgmental faces softened, their looks of hatred shifted to them looking at you as if you were their prey, and you had zero defenses. Maybe in their minds you could be recruited, made into one of them or maybe they simply didn't like Neville and just wanted to steal you away from him and far away from the trio they loathed.

“New you say? I’m Draco Malfoy.” He spoke as if his name held importance, and it probably did but you barely even knew the name of the street your new house was on there was no way you knew anything about the people here.

He sat down and so did the rest of his friends, Neville was still standing with his head hung low trying to remove himself from the situation that wasn't going away.

“I'm Y/N Y/L/N.” You said politely as you looked up at Neville about to ask him if he wanted to leave but you were interrupted.

“Don't worry about Longbottom, terrible you got stuck with him on your first day, if you’d like we can take you from him? Have you been put in a house yet?”

“Oh no, it’s okay really I enjoy Nevilles company, he seem sweet where as you lot seem quite vile actually. And no I haven’t been put in a house yet but thank you for making it clear of some of the types of students that are in Slytherin, it makes the choice for me much easier really.”

“Your ruining your reputation already, choosing him as your first friend and then choosing to not be in Slytherin? If you want to make all the wrong choices go ahead, we tried to help you Y/L/N it’s not our fault you’re too stupid to see that.” Draco said in a huff and quickly left before you could even reply to his rude words.

You stood up flattening your skirt and looked at Neville giving him a reassuring smile. “So not Slytherin then. What else is there.”

“Just Gryffindor.” He said with a smile as the two of you walked out and down a hallway.

“Oh I'm so sure that's my only option. The Hufflepuff girl was nice, what's the other house”

“Ravenclaw. But you don't need to know anything about those houses because i'm going to convince you to pick Gryffindor, come here.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you behind a painting that another student had just opened and into a room decorated in the same red and gold on Nevilles tie, his tie that wasn't neatly pressed over a crisp white shirt, and you liked it that way.

“What’s this room?” You asked looking around and realizing he was still holding your wrist but not acknowledging it.

“This is the Gryffindor common room, and it could be your common room too of you choose it.”

“Well, I have proof that you are a nice Gryffindor but how do I know everyone else is just as nice as you?”

“I guess I will have to introduce you.” He said blushing at both the compliment and at the realization he was still holding your wrist, he let go of it and you tried not to smile at his befuddled expression, like a lost puppy in his own common room not sure who to introduce you to first.

“Who do you want to meet? Well I guess it’s always exciting to meet Harry.”

“Harry?” You asked unsure of who he meant.

“Yeah, like Harry Potter, he is in Gryffindor, he’s like famous and stuff.”

“I've never heard of him, he’s not as famous at Ilvermorny I guess.” You shrugged not caring much about some kid who was probably just a Quidditch player or something.

Neville looked shocked as he turned to see where Harry was and called him over, “Harry! Come here!” He waved enthusiastically and you sort of froze in place not prepared to meet some celebrity and be a complete fool not knowing who he was.

“Harry this is Y/N she’s new, i'm showing her around.”

“And trying to persuade me that I should choose Gryffindor.” You added and Neville smiled sheepishly, feeling half guilty that he only wanted you in Gryffindor so he could spend more time with you and would have a higher chance of seeing you more, even though you had already agreed to study Herbology together.

“Hi, I’m Harry, this is Ron and Hermione.” He said pointing to his two friends who had walked up behind him, clearly intrigued by someone new.

“Yeah, this is Harry. She has no idea who you are Harry, no clue at all isn’t that new?”

Harry smiled widely and Hermione rolled her eyes from behind him. “That's refreshing for once, having a sort of clean slate with someone.”

“Yeah so when she ultimately chooses to be in Gryffindor it won't be because it’s the House harry potter is in.” Neville joked and only Ron laughed in response.

“You get to pick what house you’re in!” A girl who looked a bit younger with long red hair asked as she walked up, almost like she had been listening the whole time.

“Yeah.” You smiled feeling awkward that so many people's attention was on you, even if it was much better attention than you received from the Slytherins earlier.

“Our room has an empty bed, so if you choose Gryffindor you could room with us.” Hermione said as she smiled at you, an endearing smile with wide eyes only filtered by a look of annoyance ot the two boys beside her, “ I could help you catch up on the missed work to.”

She seemed nice and that was an offer you couldn't turn down but before you could agree Neville leaned towards you and spoke. “I’d take that offer if I were you, Hermione's really smart and nice and stuff.” You smiled and looked up at him, you were completely ready to agree to be in Gryffindor but again before you could agree someone else spoke up. “Our Quidditch team is the best too! Do you play Quidditch?” A boy shouted and you quickly answered. “No.” before you were bombarded with a couple more questions all at once from varying new students surrounding you. “Where did you come from.” “Why are you a month late?” “What's your name?” “Gryffindor’s are the bravest are you brave?” And before you could answer them Neville spoke up loudly over everyone. “Okay, guys not all at once.” Which made everyone look a bit startled, which was weird, he hasn't said anything rude or mean but maybe he wasn't one to be loud often, he seemed quiet from what you had seen of him today.

“I guess I’ll be in Gryffindor.” You smiled a blush rising to your cheeks as the students around you cheered, congratulated you and started all talking at once again before you grabbed Neville’s hand and whispered to him to take you out of there, he grabbed your hand back, his palms clammy from the nerves of it all and brought you into the hallway where it was quiet.

“You don't have to choose Gryffindor, are you sure?”

“I was going to choose it anyways just because of you, but now i'm extra convinced.” You smiled and swore both your cheeks adorned matching bright red blushes as you awkwardly stood there just staring at each other, his thumb pressing into the side of your hand subconsciously not wanting to let go until a professor coughed from the other side of the hallway.

“Mr. Longbottom,” he quickly let go of your hand and spun around.

“Hi Professor Mcgonagall.” He spoke as if he was in trouble but the slight smile on her face said otherwise.

“And you must be Miss. Y/L/N? Hagrid told me he handed the duty of showing you around to Mr. Longbottom here, I see it’s going well.”

“Yes, it’s going great. I got the letter you wrote me, It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well, I'm sure you will fit in quite well at Hogwarts, it shouldn't be too hard to adjust from Ilvermorny i'm sure. Have you decided on a house yet?”

“Actually I just did yes, I decided I want to be put in Gryffindor if that's alright.”

“Easily, done. I will be your head of house, if you require anything else you can come to my office or i'm sure Mr. Longbottom here is also willing to help, I feel he may have persuaded your choice a bit.”

“Maybe a bit of Neville persuading me towards gryffindor and a bit of that Malfoy boy persuading me away from Slytherin.” You said it jokingly and she tried not to chuckle at your statement.

“All houses have their qualities.” She smiled and walked away.

You both stood there for a moment watching her walk away leaving you in an empty hallway unsure of what to say next, “She’s nice.”

“Yeah don't cross her though she just as tough too. I think she’s just glad it’s me showing you around and not Harry, she’s at wits end with him right now, well I think she always is.”

“I'm glad to.” You admitted and Neville felt his heart pounding against his ribcage with every flutter of your eyelashes you looked at him like he was the most amazing person you’d ever met. You didn’t know about his parents, you didn’t know of his reputation or social class in the school. You only knew what he told you as of now, you knew about his love for Herbology, his house pride and how he was nice enough to show you around the school when he didn’t really have to. You felt yourself wanting this tour not to end and Neville found himself not wanting it to end either. By the time you had walked the entirety of the castle, even showing you places just to say not to go there. By the time you ended up back outside the common room, which was now both of your common rooms since you agreed to be in Gryffindor, it was already getting dark outside.

“It’s getting late.” He said, like he didn’t want to believe his own statement.

“Yeah.”

“You should go to bed, and get your stuff all unpacked.”

“Maybe I don't want to.” You shrugged, a devilish smile on your face.

Neville then repeated something he had heard you say a few times that day, “There’s a spell for that.” and smiled but looked down trying to hide it from you.

“So why don't we do something else?” You asked fiddling with your fingers nervously.

“But i've shown you everything there is to see.”

“You didn’t show me that greenhouse you walked out of when I first saw you earlier.”

“Oh yeah, that was today. I can show you that if you care.”

“I care.” He smiled again and started walking swiftly down the hallway only to spin back around just as swiftly and say, “It’s night now, it’s October it’s gonna be a bit cold and you’re not wearing a sweater.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, go get your house sweater and scarf or something, you don't want to get sick.” You didn’t need a sweater as your heart was already melting for how sickly sweet the boy in front of you was being, caring so much about your well being even though you had only known each other for that day.

“But I don't get them until the morning.”

“You can borrow one of mine?” He asked quietly as if you would say no to the idea of wearing his sweater.

“If that’s okay with you, I would like that.” Before you knew it he had run up to his room and back down with a sweater and a scarf in hand, a sweater similar but a bit different to the one he was wearing, both covered in red and gold, he was visibly out of breath from hurrying to get them so fast.

“Here,” He said quietly again, as if he was going to scare you away by speaking too loud, like you coming into his life so abruptly was such a fragile thing and you could leave at any moment, which you could really, but you wouldn't.

You tilted your head forward and he slid the collar over your head, you pulled your arms through and giggled at how long the sleeves were so he gently grabbed your wrist pulling it close to him as he delicately rolled the sleeves up a few times. He smiled timidly at you and wrapped the scarf loosely over your shoulders as it wasn’t too cold to need to cover your face with it, not that he would want it covered anyways.

“Thank you.” You smiled and stuck out your hand towards him which he gladly intertwined with his, not meeting your eyes. “Now take me to see your plants.”

The walk to the greenhouse was quiet compared to your journey around the castle and school grounds earlier today, earlier you couldn’t stop talking but now there was a comfortable silence that surrounded the two of you as you kept your hands innocently intertwined only letting go once he opened the greenhouse door letting you in.

He cast lumos with his wand not wanting to disrupt the plants who relied on it being dark this time of day. “Wouldn't want to wake them up.” You joked and he smiled pulling you close again, maybe using lumos was also a good excuse to keep you close as he showed the different plants and things to you.

He talked about his plants, the most he had talked all day about anything, you just nodded and smiled trying to take in all the information he was saying, half because these things would definitely help you in class and half because Neville spoke like he cared so deeply for each plant and you couldn’t look away as his chapped lips spoke so passionately.

“I should be taking notes.” You interrupted after a while and he stopped talking, a bit out of breath.

“Don't worry we can actually study another time, i'm just rambling right now.”

“It’s not a bad thing, maybe I meant notes about you, I'm doing study on Neville,”

“A study on me?”

“Yeah i’ll start with writing down all your favourite things so far I have the last eight plants you talked about and I’ll include me on that list of course.” You said it jokingly but Neville averted your eyes as he started fiddling with the plant in front of you, pretending to examine the leaves.

“Sounds stupid maybe, but you probably could, I haven’t got along with someone so well in so long, I love my friends here of course but you just seem different, I know i've only known you a day but it feels like it’s been forever.”

“No Neville I feel the same way, it’s weird I usually take so long to connect with people and like open up. I'm really glad you happened to be walking out of here at that time. I can’t imagine it being anyone else.” You spoke sincerely, truly happy in this moment. Out after curfew on your first day in a dark greenhouse surrounded by plants and spiders no doubt, but Neville was there and he made it all so worth it. You’d stay out all night if he asked you but you assumed he wasn’t one to usually stay out after curfew, you actually weren’t sure if he knew it was past curfew, so caught up in the moment.

“Do you usually break school rules and stay out here after curfew for your plants?”

“After curfew?” He looked up realizing just how dark it was outside.”

“It’s okay, we should head back though.” You rubbed your thumb over his hand to calm him down as you slightly pulled him towards the door, he followed easily but with a slight frown on his face.

“Why so sad?” You poked his side as you quietly walked back to the common room.

“I just don't want to get you in trouble on the first day.”

“It would be worth it.”

You entered the common room without getting caught and stood at the bottom of your stairs, the common room empty aside from the two of you and the charmed fire that was slowly dwindling out.

“So do you want to study again tomorrow. In the greenhouse, with me?” He asked awkwardly as if you hadn't just willingly spent an entire day together.

“Of course yeah.” You smiled so wide your cheeks almost hurt as you looked up at the boy in front of you with messy hair and a bit of a crooked smile but just as wide as yours.

“Y/N! Are you coming to bed it’s past curfew!” Hermione whisper shouted from the top of the stairs completely oblivious to the moment she had walked in on.

She startled you, jumping slightly as you turned to face her, walking up a few stairs quickly. “Yeah i'm coming sorry, we got lost.” You lied.

You turned back to Nevile and waved, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he repeated back not wanting to say more since Hermione was still waiting for you.

You reached the top of the stairs when you realized you were still wearing one of his sweaters and his scarf, “Wait Neville, your stuff.”

“You can give it back in the morning.” He said now aware that Hermione knew you were wearing his clothes, which was unusual so he rushed back to his own room not wanting to be questioned by Hermione about it. There was no escape as Ron and Harry were quick to question him on why he was out so late and seemed so giddy for some reason when he got to his room.

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tvnksted · 6 years ago

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what’s poppin my dudes !! i’ve gotta say, i haven’t properly read all your intros yet but i have skimmed them and just ...,,, wow ???? the Talent ?? listen i am blown away. anyways to start off my intro, a lil bit about me: i’m bee ( she/her ), i’m from canada, i'm a second yr math major so i might not be active every single day ( but i do love procrastinating so we’ll see ) and i can probably quote the 2005 pride & prejudice off by heart. now onto my boi ted !! not sure i love love michel biel for him but we’ll see how it goes

* ╰ ( MICHEL BIEL ) ┋ have you met ( EDWARD “TED” TONKS ) ? ( he ) reminds me of ( boy forgotten: oil on canvas. a remnant of softness in a practice-makes-perfect chrysalis. snake skin, muggle blood. a threadbare jacket worn as armour, polished veneer marred only by that chip on your shoulder. tongue fluent in loopholes and sharp as sin. wind-chapped knuckles smoothed by herbal lotion, wind-chapped lips sweetened by honey and apple. sea glass worn smooth, turned over and over in your pocket. black tea past midnight. cold fingers, warm eyes, and a quicksilver smile. the smoke of a candle blown out. a skeptic’s wish. a study in dichotomy: are you the wolf, my dear, or are you his prey ? fingers stained with newspaper ink, the first thawing of spring ice, and hand-me-down hope you haven’t quite taught yourself to forget. ). a ( twenty one ) year old ( eleventh ) year ( slytherin ), the ( architect ) is known to be ( charismatic & self-reliant ), yet ( obsessive & resentful ). that explains why they’re majoring in ( wizarding law ). rumour has it, ( ted ) is siding with ( the neutrals ) in the solemn war that blazes just beyond the horizon.

pinterest !

i was gonna write a fancy nice intro but it was taking too much time so you get this rambly mess

if u get adam parrish vibez from this intro thats …,, very valid sdkfsk he is a large character inspo

from the moment edward tonks was born, he was ted. just ted. it suited him better, the scrawny premature baby that he was, born into a family not made of money, but something that was equal parts desperation and love

ted’s family didn’t have much, and they had even less when his dad left their family when ted was only ten for a woman he’d been seeing on the side

suffice to say ted doesn’t like his father very much

so his mother was left working double shifts bagging groceries at tesco to try and provide for ted & his younger sister nora ( five years younger than ted so she was five when their dad left, and sixteen now ), and ted helped out as much as he could

when ted was growing up, he was a lot more creative & idealistic than he is now. he used to write a lot especially ! creative short stories, thoughtful op-ed pieces, tongue-in-cheek poetry, drawing inspiration from the most unlikely of places

he didn’t grow up in a super wealthy part of dublin, and so his elementary school was underfunded and understaffed, the teachers overworked and the students unmotivated, but ted was the kid who everyone expected to make something of himself

he actually had some of his writing published in a young authors collection ! wow go ted

anyways and then his dad left and then hogwarts happened and ted had to deal with all the shit that comes from being a lower class muggleborn slytherin and he stopped writing as much

he kept his head high though, proud and stubborn as fuck, and kept his hand-me-down uniform impeccably ironed and washed and folded neatly in his drawer

ted is slytherin as Fuck btw. like this isn’t me sorting him into slytherin for a Fun New Twist ( well it is but also i couldn’t see ted being in any other house )

he is ambitious and clever and self-preserving and resourceful and competitive and charming and ruthless and family-oriented

now ted is tall and serious and sharp-edged, a far cry from the sickly baby he once was, but the name’s still stuck. ted, a soft name from a softer time. the only hint there’s still remnants of whimsy left in this boy

he was chosen to be a slytherin prefect and wears the title with pride ! takes no shit but does no harm. he especially keeps an eye out for the few other slytherin muggleborns at hogwarts

i’d think he’s probably pretty well liked at hogwarts – probably known for keeping a level head and a clever tongue. he knows how to make people like him & uses it to his advantage

forgive and forget ? ted doesn’t know her. resent and remember

we can see the chip on your shoulder ted

he’s considerate and warm but like … he won’t go out of his way to stand up for muggle rights or anything. it’s that Politics Mood where no matter what he does, it never seems to make a difference. so in typical slytherin fashion he’s just focusing on himself now, aiming to get a cushy job in the ministry

little bit over-focused on money but that’s what happens when you don’t grow up with it

like he’d absolutely take a lucrative but boring job he doesn’t like over a poorly paying job he loves ( right now at least ). he’s cynical like that. do you think he’s taking wizarding law bc he enjoys it ? nah. it’s for those galleonsss

probably has had at max one serious relationship, maybe a couple shorter flings, but ted is way too focused on his independence to be a good boyfriend tbh

idk why but nfwmb by hozier gives me strong ted vibes ?

capricorn sun cancer moon

lawful neutral in the most slytherin way possible. this boy knows how to find loopholes

intj as fuck !! i gave him the label the architect just cause i was feeling it for him and then just now i was like hm what mbti type is ted ? he seems like an intj. and lo and behold the mbti role for intj is the architect

he likes tea but not coffee

someone please make him less cynical n teach him there’s still good in the world

anyways this was rambly but pls love him

#solemnly:intros

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bibbleboo · 3 years ago

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Could we get some headcanons/more background on Abbey and Doyle’s kids? 🥺👉👈 I love the premise of this AU

YEEEEE (im just gonna ramble a bunch about the backstory i have so far but ill put it in bullets so its easier to follow lol i apologize for it being long as fuck-)

OKAY SO,,, first of all,,, doyle and abbey timeline,,,, [i am looking respectfully]

in this au, they get back together and have a sort of ‘lovers pretending to be enemies’ chaotic on again/off again hookup thing off to the side just between the two of them thru like Most of the final season, they try to keep it a secret (especially doyle who doubts the saturdays would be hAPPY if he was seeing her again) but in the end, saturdays ofc find out, probably are unsure about it at first, but she gains enough of their trust to be there for the big finale battle in the weird world mansion.

when shit goes down and argost becomes the vessel for the two opposing kurs (regular kur, and the anti kur from zak monday) and they like. explode his matter or w/e, i imagine instead of kur just completely disappearing, the ‘anti kur’ gets shot back to its universe, while original kur gets forced into a new vessel in this universe... the closest of which happens to be the unborn child abbeys unknowingly carrying. basically, what if the two kurs just LOOKED like they evaporated but actually did what happens when you try to like tape two same sides of a magnets together and they YEETED-

So thats how we have Parker, their firstborn daughter! and this... also implies ‘Parker Monday’ exists which. 8^) i havent thought about yet so forgive me on that but hoo,

they dont know parker is kur, they got no idea and rly just assume kur is gone for good. but after they find out abbeys pregnant (which is a huge emotional trip for both of them in its own right) they do eventually sort of agree they dont want their kid exposed to that whole world of mystery. like, ik its a vital thing to the whole family, and ik these two people were probably voted least likely to ‘settle down’ in high school, but i cant imagine they didnt escape the kur/zak situation without a LOT of trauma, so while the saturdays stay in the cryptozoology field, doyle and abbey slowly pull away from the mystery and mercenary stuff, and also instead of going for big dollar lifestyle settle with ‘independently wealthy’ parenting.

also, neither of them really . grasp the concept that theyve even started a family, and are ‘together’, and that this is REAL, until around when she gets pregnant with their second daughter, Kendall. and then theyre like. oh nooo wait are we actually like boyfriend and girlfriend EWW-

when kendall is born parker is 3, and the next like 10+ years are pretty smooth sailing. as far as what the kids know/see, they probably know the cryptids when theyre little but. (tw animal death sORRY TO BE DARK I JUST??????) idk,, how long komodo dragons live/how old komodo already is and i definitely dont know Anything about giant prehistoric birds and am not even sure if science knows that lifespan, so. im not sure how long they could really be in each others lives??? i almost imagine parker would have memories of them that she assumes she remembers wrong, like “oh yeah they used to have a lizard and a bird... my imaginative little kid brain thought they were a komodo dragon and a dinosaur”, and as for fisk im still working on it but i . actually kind of imagine he might have a much longer lifespan (since lemurians are like ancient or w/e? and also if hes by dna like a gorilla cat or w/e gorillas at least live long af) and also feel like once he got older and settled down a bit he might live somewhere in the woods, maybe even his old tree? and the saturdays see him ALL the time obviously, but hey zaks gotta go to college eventually, a gorilla cats gotta eat bugs in forest, we all have to grow up and leave the nest sometime,

so idk the last time parker has actually seen fisk and she might assume he was an imaginary friend or smth but, 1. if i do write a fic they absolutely have to meet again, 2. overall the vibe is they know the saturdays are cryptozoologists, like, the same way josh gates does destination truth, seeking answers and studying, they dont really. know that theyre REAL. to them its like, a hypothetical science. (this is also part of why they dont realize parker is kur, she isnt around cryptids and therefore whenever her powers would actually show up they wouldnt be recognized) anyways parker isnt embarrassed or put off by it but just thinks its a little wacky, meanwhile kendall is obsessed with the world of mystery/paranormal/cryptic lol

speaking of the girls personalities;;;

parker is like. not really normie/preppy, even if she seems it at first glance, shes nice and has a good head on her shoulders but also is a teenage girl (inherently unhinged) and shes THEIR teenage girl (+5 feral) so despite her success and charm shes also very witty/crass when she wants to be, and deep down shes closer to the kind of person that would on pure inexplicable instinct put something random in your mouth when you’re yawning so you bite down on it afterwards. or like. that video of the girl singing in the bathroom while her friends curl their hair and she grabs the curler to use as a microphone before realizing its burning hot??? shes. the voice of reason, but the voice is usually shrieking in fear, making a cursed joke, or half the time whatever shes saying is actually smart. she kinda wants to go to college and travel, but struggles with indecisiveness and anxiety, so she has no idea where to go, what to major in, etc. and is again kinda just livin thru the typical teen life in that regard

kendall on the other hand is like. weird kid culture, the kind of kid that believes they are secretly a new supernatural creature each year (mermaid phase, werewolf phase, alien phase, etc), probably completely accidentally starts cults or witch covens at school (didnt realize teaching peers how to become ‘blood brothers’ and ‘make potions’ from puddles and stolen school supplies would be taken so seriously by parents) , very into emo/scene/punk/alt culture but not rly in an overtly dark/edgy way, more of a having fun and expressing self way. she wants answers for everything, really loves mysteries and being open minded, and definitely a rebel/adventurer at heart, even if she gets naive or in over her head sometimes.

the girls get along well! parker is not dismissive of kendall she just. isnt really into the same stuff/is more freaked out by it most of the time, but she would tag along on certain adventures, especially if it was to keep her safe. and kendall definitely directs gentle mockery towards parker a lot but does see her as a good role model and guiding figure, their bond is really strong!

other details !

doyle and abbey prob decide to say fuck it and get married after kendall is born, they probably have a few rough patches but nothing is more important to them than the kids now and in the end they understand each other better than anyone else so . canon tension idk her! family ftw! power couple! they intimidate the teacher during parent teacher conferences together hand in shady little hand !

their parenting style is exactly what one would imagine, 70% fun and sass and controlled chaos where theyre the bigger children than their children, 15% ‘this is how you hack the government and dual wield swords-- i was not supposed to teach you that im sorry’, and 15% actual guidance / emotional depth / etc. flaws might be overcoming their own immaturity for the first few years, and then being lowkey overly protective (while claiming they arent, but just bc you semi jokingly tell parker she should join the football team doesnt mean you dont actually hide 60% of ur life from her and check that her bedroom windows are locked every night and have 24 people listed in her school emergency contacts and used to cut up her food till she was 7 and-)

so abouT THE BABY BOY (Phoenix), 1. his middle name is leonidas bc im gay and i love emotional turmoil babes , 2. fully unironically the idea behind such a late pregnancy is abbey would be mid fourties when hes born right. so like. [has two kids] ‘ok birth control time’ [when theyre teens many years later] ‘ok im old enough to stop taking this’ [the hyperfertility curse that plagues many women rears its ugly head with one last hoo-rah]

and finALLY a very quick elevator pitch of what id write an actual fic to focus on;;; kendall sneaks into the attic to look for old shit bc they BOTH know their parents have been hiding stuff over the years, she finds things like a cryptopedia (now offline), the claw, maybe even a piece of the kur stone, and ropes parker into the long haul of figuring out what all this stuff is. and ofc the second they ever find the naga relic and parker comes face to face with it, [rest in rip] time for mom and dad to find out and all this kur shit to start ALL over again-

#long post/ //#tw animal death ment//#GOD THIS IS SO LONG IM SRY--#idk what to call thsi au forreal yet so ill just tag it as #dabbey baby au #TY FOR ASKING THO HEART HANDS

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bruhnushka · 8 years ago

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missed opportunity - (Thomas Jefferson x reader x Alexander Hamilton)

summary : Alex fucks up his one chance with you and you run into the arms of his v attractive nemesis.

warnings - mentions of sex, implied smut, cussing, lots of angst, anxiety related things, and Alex/Thomas being dumbasses

pronouns : she/her

a/n - I’m distractin myself from being unable to write the third part of the bus fic !!!!1!1!! also I love angst way too much. I’m in a relationship. this is unhealthy.

a/n pt. 2 - anyways this is after i wrote this- this had been in my drafts for three weeks ugh. im not making a part two to this. chaptered fics give me anxiety. the third fic of the bus fic is going to be the last one. sorry guys, im choosing my mental health over my fics. :/

you sipped the lemonade-cranberry concoction you had made and watched your best friend from the distance. he had invited you to this party as his ‘date’. in his words, “not like a date-date but like a date.” when he looks at your confused glare, he cleared his throat, let out an exasperated sigh, and explained.

“I can’t go alone to the ball, otherwise Jefferson will never let me hear the end of it. I procrastinated asking someone out so you’re my last choice- I just need you to come and be my…” his hand fluttered in the air as he searched for a word.

“arm candy?” you supplied, laughing.

“yes! I mean no! I just need you to come! please!” he begged, and got down to his knees as he shook your legs.

“I’ll owe you twenty favors!” he cries. you raised an eyebrow. your friendship was based on favors. not like that, but because trust was important between you two, and that if he says he owed you a favor, you were free to call upon it for anything, at anytime. his best friends funeral? too bad, gotta unclog my toilet. obviously you weren’t that cruel, but you did embarrass him. once, you had made him walk around in a Harley Quinn-esque crop top that read “daddy’s girl” when he owed you a favor for bringing him INDIAN takeout.

“know what your getting into hamilton” you laughed, and got up to go change, since the party was in two hours.

You walk down the stairs, on your phone, not noticing Alex’s jaw drop. you wore a simple black dress that cut off at your knees and had a gorgeous lace pattern behind. small blue jewels encrusted the edges of the lace trimming. your makeup, again, simple but elegant. a basic navy smokey eye with a dark blue eyeliner and dark purple lipstick was just enough to an accent to set everything off. god, you looked so beautiful right now, he could just kiss you right now.

“you look… amazing.” alex finally got out.

“huh?” you looked up from your phone, and it was your turn to gasp. he was wearing a very fitted suit, accentuating his body, and a little dark blue accent on each piece of clothing.

“so… we matched?” you laugh. he chuckles nervously. “hey, you look great.” you linked his arm into yours and grabbed your clutch, slipping into your heels.

“let’s do this thing.”

now back to your dilemma. you knew it would be a boring night, but you didn’t know it would be this kind of boring. you had promised to stay sober, but watching Alex flirt with every other person here was making it hard. you felt a pressure on the other side of the velvet couch and turned. Thomas Jefferson, the man Alex hated more than anything, sat next to you. a bitter taste filled your mouth. he had never met you before, but that didn’t stop your dislike for him and his antics.

“where’s your date?” he asked, amused at your scowl.

“still here.” you said. you couldn’t have made your plea for him to leave more clearer, but that only made him want to stay more.

“but not enchanting a beautiful lady such as yourself. I assume, if there really is a date, that he ran to the bathroom in fear of embarrassing himself in front of someone as stunning as you.” your anger didn’t help the slight blush that started to creep up your cheeks. you thanked GOD for this green lighting that made it hard to notice. but nevertheless, a smirk played on Thomas’ lips.

“may I know your name?” he asks smugly, scooting closer to you. you roll your eyes.

“ok, I like the mysterious kind of hard to get thing youre doing here.” he laughs, and that’s when you get up.

“ok listen” you spit, “no means no. I am not in a mood to be hit on by some guy while I watch the LOVE of my goddamn life basically fuck another girl on the counter.” you were seething, referring to when Alex started to make out with someone, Maria you think, in the corner. you couldnt slut shame her- she was just into a very attractive person, just like you were.

Thomas’ gaze softened. he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he peered at his shoes.

“I-uh- im sorry.” he mumbles. your eyebrows raise in surprise.

“are you now?” you ask, your turn to be amused. he looks up at you, regaining his usual composure.

“how about I make it up to you with a drink? you can forget about him for as long as I’m with you.” he smiles, and grabs your hand. you glance over to Alex, his lips still attached to some girl, this time someone else. your shrug, maybe it would be good to forget about Alex for a little bit.

“let’s head out of here.”

plot twist. Thomas Jefferson wasn’t that bad of a fuck boy. sure, he was flirty, and sure, he knew his way around words, but when you labeled it as part of his charm and started to notice other things about him (e.g: his smile when you made a joke, the nervous ticks like running his hand through his hair or bouncing his knee, his favorite drink being fancy old whiskey you couldn’t pronounce, and the fact that he had five dogs), he wasn’t that bad. but as the drinks poured in and the night went on, he went from not that bad to hot as hell.

so when he leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek, you pulled his lips to yours and started to make out with him. none of you ‘immediately sobered up’, but you did find yourself thinking clearly. or feeling clearly was a batter word. everything about him was made more aware. his stubble, his lips, his skin.

that’s when Alex walked in. to be fair, you weren’t that drunk. but you were drunk enough to consider Thomas as a viable fuck option. but Alex had to come and fuck everything up. he had seen you two leave the venue, but when you hadn’t picked up your phone, he got suspicious. he knew you were both lazy as hell so searched the nearest bars and finally came upon this one, where the first things you could notice as you walked in would be the pair of people making out at the bar.

“y/n!” Alex angrily yelled. you pulled back and looked at alex, the grin plastered on your face replaced with a frown.

“you left! I got scared! you weren’t answering your texts!” he started to scream at you. Thomas rubbed his head as he slowly started to peace things together.

“wait… this is your date? the guy you’re in-” you put your hand over his mouth and he shut up.

“come on. we’re leaving.” Alex said, glaring at Thomas as he dragged your hand.

“but I was having so much funnnnn” you whined. Alex laughed dryly, roughly grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the bar. he shoved you into the car, muttering under his breath. he closed the door quickly and stood outside of the car door. he ran his hand through his hair.

“fuck.” he whispered. the image of your lips on jefferson’s was burned into his mind. “FUCK!” he yelled at no one in particular. he took a deep breath, and sat in the front seat. he fixed the mirror and looked directly at you.

“how drunk are you?” he asked you, as he started up the car and began to drive. you looked him dead in the eye and started to laugh.

“not that much, actually” you chuckle out. “wow, jefferson kisses great, even half-drunk” you were amused. you didn’t notice the deathly grip alex had on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched, his eyes on the road. soon, you pulled up to his house. before you could even enter the house, you were pushed up against the door.

“do you know how much it fucked me up?” he growls against your neck. a deep kiss on your neck made you shiver and moan in pleasure. desperate, sloppy kisses started to line your collarbone. another moan escapes your lips, until you realize who it is and why he’s doing it. you push him off your body and force your eyes to his.

“alex… i-” you start, but were cut off by his words.

“shit! shit-” he rambles, running his hand through his hair and pacing in circles.

you place a hand on his chest gently. “Alex, just stop, listen.” he looks up at you.

“god knows I’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted this for so long but i will not” you glare at him pointedly, “be used as leverage for this pissing contest you have between jefferson.”

he looks at you, his mouth agape. fire raged behind his eyes. “thats not at all-” you cut him off again. “no- no i don’t want to fucking hear it. im leaving- this is too much.” “you’re drunk.” he stated.

“im not, but whats your point?”

“you need a ride. i-ill drive you.”

“what? after all of this?” you laugh.

“i just need to make sure you get home safe. ill call john- anyone- i just don’t want you going home with a stranger.” he begs, making you roll your eyes.

“sure, fine, whatever. call laf. i trust him” you waved it away and walked into the kitchen. it was an awkward silence, waiting for Lafeyette. Alex went upstairs to his roo, muttering a ‘goodnight’. you walked around the downstairs floor. lots of memories brimmed at your minds edges, threatening to form tears. alex, of all people? you knew he was career-obsessed, but this was a goddamn low blow. a text from laf brought you out of your thoughts. you texted him a quick ok and walked outside. lafayette’s car stood there, and a solemn-looking french boy stood in front of it.

“we need to talk.” was all he said, and led you into the car.

“is this about alex? did he ask you to talk to me?” you asked, once you were inside the car.

“what? no . um. theres something i need to tell you.” he says, his accent thick. you knew it was only like this when he was nervous. his finger tapped against the steering wheel, and his knee bounced up and down.

“what is it?” you looked at him. he takes a deep breath.

“im moving back to france. my ma- she’s- she’s not well.” he breathes out. you look at him.

“laf- im so sorry.” you mutter out as a response. he starts to ramble on his french banging his steering wheel. you could only piece a few words from your limited french together but you knew enough to know that laf was not ok.

“lafayette!” you called out. he looked at you and took a deep breath. “i need to do something before i leave.” and he started to lean in. you thought he was going to kiss you, and your breath hitched in his throat. instead, he reached into the compartment and pulled out a picture of hercules.

“tell that godamn man that i am in love with him, ok?” you looked at him, confused. they were dating, everyone knew it.

“I don’t understand?” “im not coming back dammit! Je ne sais pas quoi faire. J'aime ma mère, mais je ne sais pas quoi faire. Je devrais vous laisser, mes meilleurs amis. Je t'aime tous aussi! I have a wife i left! a family i ran away from! i cant just come back! Im leaving y/n- fuck!” he yells, frustrated. you’ve reached your house at this point, crying out before stumbling out of the car. this was all so much. you ran to your room, crying into the pillows. then you got a text.

unknown number

hey, its thomas, just checking up to see if you’re ok. james gave me your number, alex dragged you off and i was a bit scared since he seemed mad. text me if you get this so i know youre ok! - t.jeff

you were tired, emotionally unstable, in denial. so maybe thats why you called him over. it started off with you spilling everything to him, ended in rough, angry, heated sex. maybe then you should have just left it at that. but you didn’t. he came back the next week then the week after that, then daily. alex began to notice the marks on his neck in the exact shape of those lips he had spent so long studying. you began to notice laf’s absence left a bigger dent in his life then he’d ever want to admit. you didn’t ever like him, oh god no, not like that. he was a brother to you when he first came to America. you were both immigrants to new york in one way or another, and you two formed a bond. with him you met alex, and with him you fell in love with alex. he was your support through all things alex-related, and now when you needed him most, he was just gone.

you had tried lafayette’s number for the eight time that day. im sorry, but the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected.

you knew this. you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself. his words burned into your mind. i cant just come back! Im leaving y/n! you were trying so hard to pretend that you were ok. thomas helped. a lot. what was originally a one night stand ended up becoming a relationship of sorts. it was complicated, messy, but it worked enough that you felt safe around him. he had convinced you to go and try to to talk to alexander. at first you were surprised, thinking he’d encourage the discourse between you two.

“i’m just sayin’ , whenever you get all worked up and angry at me, its usually about him.” he says, shrugging.

“well, thomas,” you glared pointedly at him “maybe sometimes you act dumb.”

he laughed, “just give him a chance. I don’t like seein’ my darlin’ angry. if he fucks up, ill always beat him up for ya.”

you rolled your eyes, eventually agreeing. which led you here, in front of alexander’s door. no matter what, you told yourself, you were not to remember how you used to feel about him. you sighed. used to, was the key word. you had thrown away every piece of love you had for him, mostly because you were dating thomas now. he didn’t even do anything that bad, sometimes you would reason. but you were stubborn, and you didn’t want to admit defeat. you brought your hand to door, but it swung open before your knuckles reached the wood.

“y/n” he breathed out. god, he looked bad. bags under his red eyes, hair an unkempt mess. a oversized hoodie was thrown over shoulders. his pants looked three weeks old. you shook your head.

“alexander, wear some damn deodorant” you laughed. for that moment, it was like the before. your head tiled back, alex’s eyes crinkled in joy. but then the laughter died down, and the aftermath of you leaving him downed on the both of you. the silence in the air hung around you. thick in its wake, alex’s lips opened up.

“im sorry.” was all he had to say, and tears from both of you started to spill. he fell into your arms, muttering ‘im sorry’ repeatedly. you were happy and sad, but then you remembered what Alex had done. you slowly shrugged him off your body.

“listen-” you started, but Alex cut you off.

“no you listen! ok, i know, how it may have seemed. I was not using for that so-called pissing contest. i was jealous. you, the woman i have been in love with for almost three years, almost hooked up with a man that i would kill if the opportunity arrived, without question.” he says, and brings his hand up to your cheek.

“what?” your eyes widened. they started to drift downwards, towards his lips, but you stopped yourself. for so long, you had wished to kiss him. and now the one chance you had, you fucked up. thomas was waiting for you at home, what would he say? you couldn’t do this.

“i-im sorry too. i have to go.” you ran towards the uber, and slammed the car door shut, you drove to the nearest exit, and stepped out. you muttered a quiet thanks and leftit was a deserted gas station, perfect. and you started scream. crying, you slammed your fist unto the nearest pole, feeling pain prickle up your knuckles. you ran around, pushing everything in your midst. all your rage flew into the broken shards and splinters in front of you, and into the screams you let out. you broke down there, crying for about half an hour before a car pulled up. though puffy red eyes, you saw a worried thomas step out of the car. in his hand he held his phone, and rushed towards you.

“baby? are you ok? god, who did this?” he looked at your bloodied knuckles. love had made you crazy, you though to yourself, who would do this to themselves? thomas kissed your forehead and brought you into his car.

“ho-w did yo-ou find m-me?” you sniffle. he laughs and rubs your shoulder in comfort.

“find my iPhone baby.” he says softly. “i got scared when you didn’t pick up. i used find my iPhone and there you were. i got scared.” he repeated. you nodded at him.

“do you wanna tell me what happened?” he asks gently, letting you take your time. you shake your head. he nods.

“okay, can you at least answer one thing for me? can you do that darlin?”

you nod slowly.

“did alex hurt you in any form or wa-” “oh! oh god no! i- i just got really angry.”

“why?”

“i don’t know, not really. i come back to let alex apologize and instead he confesses that he’s been in love with me this whole time but im with you now and i don’t know-” you let out a sob. thomas’ eyebrows furrow. he carefully speaks the next words, already knowing the answer and knowing it would hurt both of you.

“do you- do you still love him?” he whispers. when you look up at him, eyes shining with vulnerability, thats all he needed to know. he looks away, and focus on the road. he didn’t need to deal with this. he dropped you off at your apartment and let you rest. tomorrow would be a whole different thing.

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cyjprojectarchive · 8 years ago

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GOT7!!!!!!!!!!

alright, folks *cracks knuckles* it’s gna get real in here jk i don’t rly crack my knuckles bec i get freaked out hearing the sounds dkjdfhd

my time period as a fan / i’ve known of them since around march-april of 2016 but my status of being a ‘stan’ was quite on and off…. my gf was the one who introduced me to the ~world of kpop~ hence showing me bts first, which i still love them a lot lot !!!! BUT when i asked her some other groups she knows of, she told me about got7 and and….. i found myself falling deeper and deeper for these 7 adorkable dorks,,,, and that’s when i knew they’re my first ult group ;; altho the following months i wasn’t able to keep up with them bec of irl issues…. but it resurfaced late 2016 and early 2017, and i’m sososo glad i went back :’))))

my bias among the members & why / i have 3 ultimate biases so buckle up bec i want to talk about all three of them sdajkdks. ok? u ready? here we go.

starting off with my very first kpop bias/ult of ults: jackson wang!! what can i say?? it may have helped that my focus was more on him when i was just getting to know them that he was also the only member my gf really knew in the group, but all throughout ‘researching’ got7 and watching their dp’s and reality shows,,, he really just captured this fragile heart of mine. i saw genuine passion in his actions, in his eyes, in his voice !! and up until now, although some undesirable events have happened…… , i still believe his heart of gold remains intact - and i can still totally see that. he’s not just here for the money. he’s here for the experience, for the happiness and i’m - i easily fell in love for him because of that.

then we have park jinyoung - oh jinyoungie. funny story !!! one of my best friends actually ults him (and yugyeom) so i told myself not to give any of these two more attention than necessary bec problems will arise BUT. she also kinda went on a short hiatus with kpop when i returned, and as the good friend that i am i tweeted her pictures of her mans as a way to persuade her to come back…. but as i did all those supportive things…. little did i know i started falling for this dude :// and i couldn’t help it :// his sarcasm and his charms just pulled me in and i :/// haven’t recovered since :///

OK THEN WE HAVE THE ONE AND ONLY LORENZO CHOI YOUNGJAE. my dear,, my heart,,,, my bright and happy sunshine…light of my rainy skies…. where do i begin.. he’s always had a special place in my got7 hort bec his laughs turn my sour mood upside down every time…. and then i focused on his vocals a bit more…then his soundcloud stuff…then never ever era arrived and i,,, my hort just stopped because good god he looks so freaking stunning and his voice is a stunner and his personality is just beaming with cheerfulness i….. knew it was time to ult this dork….. he has 2 v distinct sides and one of them is rarely seen and thats his “sad” persona… sad in a way that makes him create sUCH EMOTIONALLY WRECKING songs,,, like he stays up until 1:31 am ;) thinking about feelings and incorporating them into music,,,,, and then there’s his bubbly otter self which…is self-explanatory he exudes life hhh off his breathless chuckles, reverberating chortles, and his never ending slaps on other members’ chest !!! let’s not forget his love for coco !!! i’m a sucker for a man in love with his dog….and he did that :’’’))))))

favorite song / i have a lot of favorite songs… i already mentioned ‘angel’ before so i’m gna say smth else for this one heh…. see the light !! oh goodness gracious me does that song still gives me chills ~~~ and YOUNGJAE’S PART. JUST LISTEN TO YOUNGJAE’S PART, the english translation,,, and live recordings of the song…….i been dedfavorite mv / i’m a slut for fly era so fly it is… (although i have a huge thing for got the stage paradise….oops)

favorite choreo / i’ve already answered this too before! if you do is def up there! paradise and angel too gaddam gaddam am i sweating ;;;; fly is also rly cool to me !!favorite era / bih what is my tumblr usernamecutest member / yugyeom… as much as i love sexci yugyeom…… he’s such a dorky dork i want to hug him so bad…. then there’s mork :’))))))) giggly mark gives me fluttery feels

sexiest member / jackson freaking wang shhhh best friend member / yugbam. imagine being best friends with yugbam ;;;; their got jackson show bit itself is proof that they invented best friendships jdkjdjhs

best smile / youngjae i luv him his smile turns grey skies into rainbowsfavorite rapper / bambam has such a unique rapping style, ngl !! but jackson’s hoarse voice gets me all mmmhm ;;;;

favorite vocalist / is this even a question….. it’s youngjae. (but jinyoung is close too) but youngjae gaddam youngjae’s voice….there’s such a power and intense emotional depth to it i swoonfavorite dancer / i love them all ;;; but yugyeom and jaebum are def up there tho,,, they really know what they’re doing and they know what they’re doing to mewhat i see for them in the future / oh lord this is already TOO FREAKING LONG BUT WHATEVER IF YOU’RE STILL READING OMHFGO IM SO SORRY YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH MY MINDLESS RAMBLING BUT HERE I GO

first of all, i want them to rest. lmao they’ve done so much, we’ve been fed so much they deserve at least three weeks of break. as in, no promotions, no schedules, no guestings, no nothing. it’s just them sleeping, eating their hearts out, and hanging out with friends and family.

secondly, i just see them getting bigger and bigger from here. i know there’s been a few issues lately…..but i believe their true fans would rise above them and believe in what got7 has to offer. these people have proven themselves to be so passionate and so hard working, so i only expect greater things being put out there for their fans as well as themselves.

heq… i luv got7 so much idk how else to describe my wishes for them in the future…. all i know is that i’m gna be with them for a long ass while, and amidst all the obstacles, i’m gna fight thru it with them, learn with them, and cheer them on until the very end (hopefully) sjddskd

#received #.ask games #holy crapaos i wrote a novel #but someone actually asked me to do got7 and i'm so thankful djkdsh #i mean let me repeat myself appreciating got7 in a long ass post amirite #it's not like that's not the purpose of my blog lmao!!#gray

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sincelight · 8 years ago

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I'm A Little Awkward, But Most People Like Me

Pairing: Yixing/Baekhyun Rating: pg-13 Genre: online friendship?

Summary: Baekhyun's a little awkward, spends too much time reading smutty gay fanfiction, and doesn't think twice before flying across the country to meet his favorite author.

He’s staring at the screen, the little line blinking, taunting him. He wants to say something. Anything. But what? Is it weird if he just gushes? Can he do that? Hi you don’t know me but I love ur fics and ur a great writer and i think i love you please be my friend. He quickly backspaces. “Definitely can’t send that.”

He lets his head fall onto his desk and pouts. “Come on Baekhyun, you’re a people person, you’re great at making friends. Just say hi.” He takes the bit of courage his little pep talk gives him and hurries to type something, not going back to reread it because he knows he’ll just backspace it all again. He lets out his held breath after hitting send and then hurries to exit out of the site, shutting his laptop and pushing it away from himself. It’s late and he should get to bed anyway, he has work in the morning.

He hates the sound of his alarm. It’s too loud. Each time it goes off, every five minutes for a half-hour straight, he silences it and forces himself not to cry into his pillow. He briefly wonders why his life can’t be like Kai’s in xingie’s latest fic. Why wasn’t he born into a rich family, with the luxury of never having to work a day in his life? He sighs, swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands.

After getting ready it’s a short walk to work, too short. He looks up at the building, the glass window with the stupid purple coffee mug smiling down at him, and is disappointed that, once again, it hasn’t burned down overnight. The sound of the bell chiming when he opens the door annoys him, but one annoyance is quickly replaced with another when his manager, Junmyeon, marches up to him with that overly happy smile on his face.

“You’re late. Again.”

Baekhyun continues walking, thinking that if he ignores him he’ll go away. But Junmyeon only follows behind him, much too close.

“Third time this week, Baek. You need to be—“

“I know, Junmyeon,” he sighs as he ties his apron around his waist. “I know.” Junmyeon gives him a look, the one he uses when customers are being unreasonable, but doesn’t say anything more. “I’ll be on time tomorrow.”

He’s left alone after that to work. This part of his job he can handle, making coffee is something he’s always enjoyed. Plus, the sounds of the machines drown out potential conversations his coworkers might be tempted to have with him. On more than one occasion he’s turned the blender on specifically to drown out whatever nonsense Sehun was spewing, that kid seems to never stop talking. He’s cute, but god damn.

His first order of the day is a mocha latte and he smiles to himself. It reminds him of a fic by xingie he’d read not too long ago; the main character worked in a coffee shop and his super cute, much too flirty regular always ordered a mocha latte everyday. He’s torn from his daydream when he realizes he’s spilling milk all over the counter and it’s pouring onto the front of his apron. He curses under his breath, quickly grabbing a rag to wipe up his mess. Maybe if xingie actually replies to him he can tell him how he made a mess at work daydreaming about one of his steamy sex scenes from his coffee shop fic. He smiles.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Sehun’s voice calls suddenly, much too close to him. “You’re happy you just spilled milk all over yourself?” Baekhyun shoots Sehun a quick glare and then turns on the empty blender.

By the time he gets to sit down for his lunch break he’s ready to go home. His feet hurt and he looks like he pissed himself and he really just wants to finish the chaptered fic he’d started the night before. He sips from his coffee mug and looks to the clock on the wall above him. Fifteen minutes, thats enough time to at least get in half a chapter. So he pulls his phone out and quickly loads up the site, tapping on his subscriptions and smiling to himself.

It’s been a long read. He’s spent most of his free time for the better part of a week reading this fic. It’s by xingie, so of course it’s amazing, but this one. This one is it. This one is everything Baekhyun’s been looking for in a fic. He’s cried twice, gotten so angry at the main character he’s slammed his laptop shut, and had to stop reading to masturbate once. Okay, twice. Okay, it was three times, but xingie just knows how to write some good sex. Baekhyun pouts, he wishes he was having good sex. He sighs, rolls his eyes and refocuses. Ten minutes, start reading, he tells himself.

He’s just about to get to the part where Kai finally, finally, confesses to the short, big-eyed boy of his dreams when someone kicks his foot. He holds his breath to keep a shout in, because he’d rather not get in trouble. So he settles for an annoyed, “What?” Junmyeon doesn’t speak, just holds his wrist up to tap at the face of his watch. Oh, Baekhyun thinks, my break ended twenty minutes ago. He throws a charming smile Junmyeon’s way as he scrambles to his feet and rushes back to work.

He groans the entire walk home. Junmyeon had sat him down after work to explain to him the importance of punctuality. Sure, he drowned most of it out, but still annoying nonetheless. He unlocks his door and steps inside, “I’m not a child,” he pouts.

His apartment is small, but he has a cat so it’s okay. And, just like everyday, Socks the cat is sleeping in a little furry ball, curled up on the tattered old couch his friend Taehyung gave him as a move in gift. He curls up in a similar ball around Socks and pulls his phone out to finally finish what he’d started at work. “Alright Kai, lets see you finally admit your feelings.”

The message notification is a little unexpected, no one ever messages him. And then he remembers his half-asleep, 3am message to xingie.

From xingie: Hey, thanks for the message! I’m glad you’re enjoying my fics… it’s kinda cool to get like, fan mail. I’ve actually noticed you’ve left me a few comments before so thanks for that! Hope to hear back from you!

Baekhyun stares at his phone, rereads the message a few times, and then screeches into the couch cushion. Socks gets up and gives him a dirty look before rearranging himself at the opposite end of the couch. “Sorry,” he says, then hops up to sit cross-legged. “What do I say back?” he speaks aloud, looking at his reflection in his dark tv screen. “How do I reply without sounding creepy?”

From dontcallmebacon: Wow, okay. I kinda didn’t expect you to reply to me. I figured you must get a lot of messages because your fics are so good. Um, I don’t really know what to say now. I almost sent you a message yesterday telling you I think I love you, but I didn’t. I really love your last fic, Coffee House. I’m almost finished reading it right now. I got in trouble at work today trying to read instead of working. So thats your fault lol. Anyway, thanks for replying!

He hits send without thinking and immediately regrets. “Oh my god, I’m such a fucking creeper.”

From dontcallmebacon: Also I’m sorry for how creepy that message probably came out I literally just rambled on accident. I promise I’m not usually this awkward.

After this, they end up chatting regularly. Xingie, Baekhyun learns, is actually really cool. They eventually exchange Tumblr information and begin following each other. Messaging there is just much easier, and a lot faster. Baekhyun may or may not stalk through Xingie’s blog, trying to find pictures to put a face to the name. He’s cute, he’s really cute. Like, holy hell what a time to be alive and gay, please Jesus let him be gay, kinda cute. He spends only a very reasonable hour digging deeper to find more pictures, learning his name is Yixing and that he’s not only cute but he’s sexy as hell when he wants to be. Baekhyun may or may not totally save a black and white picture of him biting his lip to his computer.

dontcallmebacon: you're a guy

xingie: i am, yes xingie: is that bad?

dontcallemebacon: no i just… i guess i was expecting like a girl. since you know… its usually girls that write fics.

xingie: i can assure you there are plenty of guys that write fics. xingie: why do you think i have such extensive knowledge of anal? lol

Baekhyun has to sit back from his computer, hands still resting on the keys as he thinks. Is that Yixing’s way of telling him he’s gay? Because well, Baekhyun’s gay. Baekhyun is very gay and Yixing is very cute. And, “No, quit that. Quit that right now.”

dontcallmebacon: youre really cute

Baekhyun mentally kicks himself, physically slams his head onto his desk. That is totally not what he was wanting to say. He hurries to try and save the situation.

dontcallmebacon: i mean like i saw a picture of yu and youre cuet not that i was like stalkinh you or antyhing dontcallmebacon: wow that makes it sound liek i WAS stalking you which i wasnt i swear!

Baekhyun waits, watching the chat box, hoping he didn’t just freak Yixing out. It feels like hours, days, years that he waits for a reply.

xingie: so basically what ur saying is you stalked my blog?

dontcallmebacon: NO! dontcallmebacon: ok yes i did but i just wanted to see what you looked like

xingie: ….you think im cuuuuuuuuute ^.^ xingie: send me a picture of you now, its only fair

Baekhyun almost spits up his drink. Yixing wants a picture of him? He quickly goes through his facebook, trying to find the cutest picture of himself he can. He chooses one and sends it and waits for a reply, playing some dumb game on Facebook to distract himself.

xingie: cute

A few months go by like this, Baekhyun regularly chatting with Yixing nearly all day and all night. Well, until he has to go to sleep before Yixing, timezones be damned. They learn a lot about each other in a short amount of time. They have a shared love for photography, food, animals and more importantly, BTS. They discover they have the same bias and ultimately decide, jokingly of course, that they must be soulmates.

Baekhyun gets in trouble more often at work now. Showing up late more days than not because he decided to stay up much too late to chat with Yixing. Spending too much time looking at his phone instead of paying attention to his work. He makes Yixing laugh when he tells him that he’s solely responsible for the new no phones policy at work.

xingie: i cant wait to meet you

Baekhyun leans back and just stares. They’ve been talking for three months now and sure, the thought of actually meeting Yixing has crossed his mind, but he never thought Yixing was thinking the same thing. He smiles to himself and runs his fingers over the keys.

dontcallmebacon: really?

xingie: uh yea duh youre fuckin awesome why wouldnt i wanna meet you?? xingie: unless ur a serial killer….. are u a serial killer???

dontcallmebacon: i feel like thats what a serial killer would say to make someone think theyre not a serial killer… dontcallmebacon: are YOU a serial killer??

xingie: i would never kill you xingie: might kiss you tho

Baekhyun feels his heart skip. His mouth falls open into a small smile as he types his response.

dontcallmebacon: you want to kiss me?

xingie: have you seen you? like youve seen how cute you are, right? xingie: id totally kiss you

dontcallmebacon: well.. i never said id let you so..

xingie: would you let me?

Baekhyun’s smile widens and he bites into his bottom lip.

dontcallmebacon: totally

Baekhyun is wheezing as he throws himself into his computer chair; it rolls sideways and he catches himself with a hand on the edge of his desk. He opens his laptop with one hand, the other holding onto the cramp in his side, and quickly signs into Tumblr. As he’s waiting for his shitty internet to do its job he tries to catch his breath. “I need to start working out, jesus christ, it was only three blocks”.

He was at work when he got the notification. BTS was announced as one of the artists in the lineup for Kcon in LA this year. He likes BTS. Yixing likes BTS. Yixing lives in LA. It was so exciting and overwhelming all he could think to do was sprint the three blocks from his work to his apartment. He needed to talk to Yixing immediately.

The site finally loads and he has seven messages. Yixing already knows, he thinks to himself. And, sure enough, he opens the chat box to see a barrage of all caps, frantic messages.

xingie: KCON xingie: BTS KCON EMRGENCY REPLY TO MEEEEEE xingie: BAEK FUKCING REPLY TO ME YOU DICKBAG xingie: BAKHYUNNNNNMNN HURRY IM DYNING xingie: BTSSSS BAEK PAY ATTENTION TO ME xingie: GOD DAMN IT BTS AT KCON IM SCREECHING AND UR IGNORING ME xingie: IF YUO DONT REPLY TO ME THIS FRIENDSAHIP IS OVERR

dontcallmebacon: I WAS AT WORK IM SRORRY!!!!!! dontcallmebacon: are you gonna go? to kcon?? BTS????

xingie: thank fuck i thought u were dead xingie: uhmmm obviously im gonna go! bts in my city omgg

dontcallmebacon: im so jealous tell hobi i love him for me

xingie: dude just fly out here xingie: FLY OUT HERE AND MEET ME AND SEE BTS OMG YESS xingie: baek u gotta

Baekhyun reads the message over and over, thinking about it. He has extra money. He has time he can take off work. Why shouldn’t he fly out to LA? He’s always wanted to go. He’d get to see BTS and kiss a cute boy. He quickly checks his bank account, looks at a calendar, and then switches back to Tumblr.

dontcallmebacon: fuck it.. im in

I’m not gonna cry. I’m not gonna cry. Baekhyun repeats this in his head as he watches his mother walk away from him. She drove him to the airport so he wouldn't have to leave his car, and now she’s leaving. He’s never flown before and he’s moderately terrified. Where does he go? What does he do with his luggage? How does he get to his plane? A large group of people wearing matching shirts passes him, chatting animatedly in a foreign language and he’s jealous. He wishes he had thirty other people around him to tell him what to do. He looks at his phone to check the time. What if he misses his plane? He begins walking faster.

It takes a little time, getting into the wrong line two separate times, but he finally figures out what he has to do. He checks his bag, gets his ticket and then, sighs. “Another line,” he whines, looking over at security. This line moves faster. Each step he takes closer he begins to panic just a little more. He wishes Yixing was awake so he could message him, but it’s like 2am in LA right now, so he’s stuck with nothing but his own thoughts. He takes another step forward, heart beating fast. He begins running through everything in his head, everything he’d packed in his carryon. What if they find something I shouldn't have and I go to airport jail, he thinks.

He makes it through security, only slightly scarred for life, and from there it’s smooth sailing.

By the time he lands in Vegas for his connecting flight he’s starving and so ready to just be in California. He sits down to eat and excitedly messages Yixing, knowing he’ll finally be up.

dontcallmebacon: im in vegas now, coolest airport ever

xingie: ahhhhhhh so close!!! xingie: im so excited ur almost heeeeere

dontcallmebacon: i knowww i just wanna get there already dontcallmebacon: also i’ll have u know i only cried a little at the airport before i left dontcallmebacon: i had a brief hour of panic but im good now

xingie: lol nice xingie: well only a couple more hours left and then you'll be here

Baekhyun notices the time across the top of his phone and his eyes widen. He shoves the rest of his food in his mouth and quickly chugs the rest of his drink.

dontcallmebacon: gotta go, plane leaves in twenty and im at the opposite end of the airport eating. dontcallmebacon: ill message you when i land in la!

When Baekhyun lands he messages Yixing like he said he would and sets off to find his bag. He realizes, pretty quickly, that he has no idea how to find his bag. He wanders aimlessly, he thinks he’s following the signs correctly; he turns around because he was going the wrong way, but finally, he finds baggage claim.

He drags his bag behind him to wait outside. And then, he gets nervous. What if he’s awkward? What if Yixing doesn’t like him? What if Yixing isn't really coming and this was just a big elaborate joke and now he’s stranded all alone in California? He shakes his head, knowing he’s just being dramatic. A black car slows and stops in front of him, he gulps. Yixing steps out, tall, handsome, exactly how Baekhyun pictured him. He lets out a weird breathy chuckle as Yixing steps up to him, a little dimple in his cheek as he smiles.

“Hi.”

Baekhyun licks his lips, his mouth is dry. “Hi.”

Yixing smiles again, looks from Baekhyun’s face to his bag. “You want me to take your—“

“Kiss!”

Yixing’s eyebrows raise, his mouth forms a little ‘o’. “What?”

“Kiss,” Baekhyun repeats, physically unable to stop the word vomit. “Kiss me.”

Yixing’s lips twitch, trying to keep the smile from forming. He grabs Baekhyun’s bag and tosses it into the trunk of his car, turning back to Baekhyun after. He laughs and ruffles Baekhyun’s hair playfully. Baekhyun’s heart stops when Yixing leans forward, lips pursed, and presses their lips together quickly.

“Welcome to California,” Yixing says with a laugh as he walks to the driver’s side and opens the door. “And, nice to finally meet you.”

Baekhyun stares with his mouth open as Yixing gets into the car. He licks his lips and lets out an awkward laugh. The window rolls down and Yixing leans over, hand pulling the handle to push open the door. “You coming?”

Baekhyun smiles and nods, pulls the door open and gets in. He looks at Yixing with a bright smile as he buckles, “Lets do this.”

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