#so the last section has a completely different tone and style than the part i've already published and i have to figure out how to link it

[wheretheeternalare]

big things are happening in the drafts for the last chapter of my broadchurch fanfic...just gotta write the second-to-last chapter and then we'll really be cooking

[sunarintoes]

Dear Whovever: [Kenma]

Synopsis: You and Kenma are both best friends and youtube gamers however you want to be more than just best friends so you decide to ‘man up’ one day and write a heart felt confession in a minecraft notebook before then putting it in Kenma’s personal chest.

WC: 3K

TW: slight swearing :)

[Episode one]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

“Hey gamers, Kodzuken here with Tulip-but-make-it-yellow! I've done a few Minecraft videos with Tulip before, but thought I'll start a new series that will be posted every Monday.”

“It's called Minedays with Tulip and Kodzu”

“I- no, Tulip. I'm not sure what we’re gonna call it. But you guys will know- obviously since it's the title of this video.”

You whine and pout into the monitor, “Kodzu I think Minedays is a cute name.” 

Instead of replying Kenma rolls his eyes and hits you ingame. “Should we introduce the challenge and get it started?”

“Yeah that's a good idea!” 

“Well, it's about eleven am right now, we have until eleven pm to build a Minecraft house from a random topic,” he pauses and moves to the side to point to a sectioned spinwheel, “on this bad boy,” whacks the spinner, “we have eight different themes, in a sec I’ll spin it and whatever it lands on will be what we have to build.”

You let out a high pitched ‘hmm,’ “I feel bad for Kuroo and Hinata, they’re both going to have to edit twelve hours of footage down to 10 minutes!”

Kenma chuckles, “fifteen minutes actually.”

This time you roll your eyes. “Hurry up and spin it you fool! I want to get buildinggg” 

Smiling, Kenma moves back a bit and spins the wheel, after thirty seconds full of anticipation the wheel finally stops and its small arrow is pointing at- “Yes! Cottage core theme!” you yell out while Kenma groans. 

“Really? That's lame why couldn't we have ‘Lucifer’s Bedroom’?” 

You poke your tongue out to the monitor - which Kenma could see, after all, you are in a Discord call with him. “Don't be sad just because you're prancing in my turf…. Looooooser!”

Kenma playfully glares towards you, “You’re on! See you in twelve hours!”

Unfortunately, the difficulty of building a cottage core house in the woods - in survival mode, proved more difficult than planned. 

“We spawned in a desolate area huh? Barely any flowers!” you hear Kenma make a sound of agreement as you sink into your comfortable ‘gamer’ styled chair. 

“Don't tell me you've given up? Just because you can't find any flowers?” 

You scowl at his cocky tone however your mood does a one-eighty when you suddenly get a good idea. “Ok everyone! I know what I have to do! I'm going to restart in another place because this isn’t working!”

Kenma makes a sound of surprise, “you're restarting? It's been an hour already-”

“Yeah and we have, like... eleven more.” Kenma sighs in response, “better get a move on.”

For the most part, the two of you kept quiet - not wanting to let the other know how well you were doing. However one look at your phone only to see that your twitter has blown up, you decide to take a short break, after all it has been four hours of you sitting on your ass playing Minecraft. Once you open Twitter you're met with a barrage of tags and mentions - all of which screaming ‘KenYn’ and ‘Kodzutulip.’ You felt heat rise to your face, you - yes you, Ln Yn with the online alias Tulip-but-make-it-yellow, has a big, fat, humongous crush on your best friend and fellow youtuber - Kenma, aka Kodzuken aka the cutest guy in the world. To make it worse - or better, you couldn't really tell, was that many of your viewers shipped you with him - as did his viewers. 

You are of course, happy with this but you can’t help but wonder if Kenma feels the same way, does he feel weirded out by all this shipping content? Does he find it uncomfortable? Does he find it unsettling to be shipped with his in-real-life best friend?

“Hey Yn?” Kenma calls softly, “you've been looking at your phone for the past ten minutes and your face looks sad.”

You instantly look up to meet Kenma’s face and try to find the right words to say, “I… I’m just kinda tired and eventually got distracted!! Sorry Kenken!”

Kenma visibly cringes at the old nickname - the one you gave him in primary school, “if you say so… better get your head in the game though - my mansion looks epic.”

Your eyes narrow, “mansion? The theme is cottage core!” Kenma quietly chuckles in response, “a mansion can still have a fairy aesthetic, you should know that”

You huff in faux annoyance as you place your phone away and ‘get your head in the game’ just as he requested. “Be prepared to be crushed! I am the cottage core guardian!”

There are ten minutes left to your’s and Kenma’s excruciatingly long Minecraft challenge, your ass hurts from sitting on it for almost twelve straight hours - including bathroom breaks. When the buzzer rings the two of you step back from your respective buildings and make your way to the starting point - which had been marked by a stack of 20 or so dirt blocks. 

“Well that was twelve hours of eye straining torture,” you say as you stretch your arms. 

“You're tired already?”

“Kinda… I can't wait to go to sleep after this.”

“Weak, I’m playing Battlefield as soon as this is over.”

You roll your eyes and scoff, “this is why you look like a living corpse in the morning…”

Kenma looks you dead in the eyes and with a completely serious face he says, “yeah but you love it.”

You choke on your spit at his boldness, “y-yeah I guess.” 

If you were being honest, you were not the best at reading people and it was dark in Kenma’s gaming room, the only light coming from his three screen/monitor computer setup, but you think you see a light blush creep up to his cheeks. And you hate it, you hate when he says things that make your heart flutter, you hate it when he just sits there and the digital glow accentuates all of his delicate features, but what you hate most is yourself. You hate yourself because you have fallen in love with your best friend, you hate yourself because you know he doesn't like you back and you hate that you continuously give yourself a sense of false hope. 

“Yn… you want to stay up and game with me don’t you? ”

You sheepishly look to the side, ‘mayhaps.’

Kenma sighs looking at you with a soft face as he whispers “then I won’t play Battlefield and I’ll go to bed and so will you, ‘kay?”

You smile tiredly at him, “sounds like a deal.”

“We'll get back on at the same time tomorrow and we’ll do the final part of this video - the reveal. Until then.”

You smile and wave at the camera “cya soon~”

[recording over]

After your call with Kenma ended you got ready for bed but for some reason, no matter how tired you were, you just couldn't fall asleep - your mind was screaming obscene ideas that you couldn't help but contemplate. At first it was just wishful thinking but then came a thought that refused to leave, ‘confess.’ 

It was a tempting thought, but how? Surely you couldn't just say ‘hey Kenma I've liked you since high school lets date!’ yeah no, that was a horrible idea. Maybe if you confessed with some originality he would be more likely to accept but for now, you were going to do your best to go to sleep.

[Episode two]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

In the morning you woke up feeling refreshed and excited for the day to come, Kenma had texted you and asked if you were feeling up to recording the reveal from last night and episode two today and of course you said yes. 

The video goes on without any troubles and soon you find yourself staring at the computer screen at eleven once again. 

“Remember to like, subscribe and comment below on who you think won this round.” Kenma’s voice is soothing - if you had to describe it you would say that it is silky like honey and smooth like dark chocolate; or maybe you would just say his voice is perfect. Kenma waves to the screen monitor, “hello? Earth to Yn! Are you dead or something? You look like a zombie.”

It takes a while to register, you weren’t really paying attention to the words he said as you were more interested in the way he sounded. You sit up and smile into the camera, “I'm awake… thanks for caring!”

He scoffs and swivels in his chair a bit, “I don't care about you, you're just my idiot best friend and flatmate.”

You playfully narrow your eyes, “well this idiot flatmate of yours helped you bake apple pie so you wouldn’t starve to death!”

“Hmmm, I guess. Well I'm going to head off. I'll see you later.”

You smile softly, “yeah I'll see you later, i'm just gonna stay on for a while.”

Kenma looks at you with an intrigued expression, “you're going to stay up longer? Better not be in this world, that's cheating. Want me to stay up with you?”

You roll your eyes and giggle, “it's all good I want to fix my house up in the other world. I'll see you tomorrow.”

He sighs, “if you say so.”

[recording over]

Your chair rolls back as you stretch, “maybe I should confess to him through a Minecraft journal…” you jump up. “Thats it! Thats a great way to confess! Its original and Kenma would appreciate it…. If he accepts my feelings that is…” 

You groan and slump back down into the chair, “maybe it’s best if I don't confess at all. No! I've wanted to do this for years! If he doesn't like me back it's all good! Maybe I just won't do this on a stream!”

You reach over to the bench and pull up your phone, “who to call, mmm ok let’s call Alisa I’m going to need some emotional support!”

“Hey gamers, Kodzu here in another Minecraft live stream, today we’re just in mine and Yn’s regular world and i'm going to build a house - a cottage to be specific,” he pauses and looks at the comment section; ‘no Yn isn't here right now, no Yn won't be joining this video, no I didnt know shes streaming at the moment, yes my favourite food is apple pie, yes I have a calico cat, no Yn is not my significant other, yes we are just friends.’ Kenma moves back and takes a breath, “wow you guys sure are interested in Yn huh? Maybe I should get them in more videos, might get more views that way,” he laughs a bit.

“Let's start off by heading to my base, I have the materials I’ll need there- oh uh what's this?” Kenma pauses as he stares at the foreign object, “I don't remember having a written book in my chest… maybe Yn went in here and put it in?”

Kenma stares at the book for a while before he opens it, only to be shocked. The comment section notices the blush on his face and continue to spam him with questions:

[kodzusbabe]: what's in that diary!!

[Kenmastan]: hahAAAHHA LOOK HE’S SO RED IN THE FACE

[piefacecutie]: ^^ omg you're so right @/Kenmastan hes so cute 💓

[Kenmaxyn]: I hope it's a confession!

[ynhater]: @/Kenmaxyn from who? Cause I didn't do it and I'd be the only one for Kenma oppAr

[kennismaken]: I hope it’s Yn! They’d be such a cute couple

[applepudding]: umm? Kodzu! Why did he get up and leave??

[ynhater]: babe come back!

[Kenmaxyn]: OMG MAYBE IT WAS YN !!!!

After your late night call with Alisa, you decided it would be best to just do it and then ignore Kenma for the day - well, not ignore him per se, just simply decline all his Discord calls and Facetime calls so you could put off being rejected a little while longer. You woke up with a throbbing headache that you could only blame yourself for, after all you are the dumbass who stayed up until God knows when just to write a heartfelt confession. Eventually the angst of waiting for a message from Kenma overwhelmed you and here you are now; streaming Overwatch to get your mind off of a certain someone.

“Ah no! Cant believe that stupid Hanzo got me! What a pain!” you frown at the screen and let out a sigh, “the round is over… bummer. Well while we wait an eternity for the next round I guess I should answer some of your questions… oh? I didn't know Kenma was streaming, no I’m not dating him… “ you feel your heart sink as you read the next comment; “what do you mean Kenma ran away after reading a book? Was he unhappy?”

The next moments felt like a blur, your heart was heavy and you felt tears well up in your eyes and somehow you missed the sound of someone breaking into your apartment and then your bedroom. Within a second you feel someone wrap their arms around you from behind, your body tenses up but immediately relaxes when you recognise the perpetrators scent; sweet yet salty, like caramel toffee.

“Kenma! W-what are you doing?”

“I like you too… I have for so long.”

Your eyes widen and it doesn't take too long for a smile to appear on your face, “I'm so glad to hear that.”

You feel him smile into your neck as his embrace tightens, “finish up your livestream so we can talk please.” 

“You don't need to tell me twice!”

It is eleven at night once again, but this time you’re not sitting alone in your gaming chair, instead you're sitting on Kenma’s lap - in his gaming chair as he slowly runs his hands through your hair and softly kisses your neck.

“So everyone’s pretty much freaking out over us huh?” you hum in response, “we’ve been officially together for what? Five hours?”

“Correct you are.”

You smile and hold up your phone while you continue to cuddle into him, “smile baby, I want the whole world to know that you're my player two.”

[Bonus - the love letter]

Dear Kenma,

This must be so strange - finding a journal in your chest. 

I have wanted to tell you this for quite a while and I guess I have never found the write words to say; or the right way to for that matter,

But I love you

I have loved you since our first year at Nekoma

It's been a while hasn’t it?

I'm sorry if this inconveniences you, makes you uncomfortable or makes you never want to see me again; 

Just let me continue for a little while longer because I need to get this off of my mind.

I love your smile - especially the rare one where you really smile, where your eyes crinkle and your cheeks begin to hurt 

I love your voice - it’s smooth and silky, like honey being spread across bread

I love your scent - it reminds me of salted caramel,  I can never get enough 

I love your mind - the way it works to make me laugh, make me calm and all else

I love your lips - not necessarily in a sexual way, but more so in the way you talk and speak, they move softly and slowly in a way only your lips could move in.

I love your body - how although you're hunched most of the time you still possess a fine elegance in the way you move. How at times it reminds me of a graceful swan floating down a lake. 

I love your hands - they are so pretty and dainty and soft, I want to hold them all day and all night

And most of all;

I love you

I love you in your entire

I could go ahead and pick the parts I love most and least but then you would no longer be you

I love you in your entire

Flaws and all

I know this may not be the most romantic, especially considering you’re reading this through Minecraft and I've never done this before but I had to let you know

Love 

Yn

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note: sooo this is another style that i tried and i have mixed feelings about it :) also if you can’t tell,,, i’ve never written a love letter before :’)

[ruffoverthinksthings]

Sorry to bother you as you must be sleep deprived and bust with all the other asks. You are so prompt and detailed, I admire it. I can totally see Chad and Freddie happening, they seem to complement each other easily from your analysis/hc. Could you do Aziz with anyone you choose or Jordan with anyone you choose from Descendants universe. I have to admit I've seen quite a few Jay/Jordan fics, would that actually work?

[Around the time you asked this.]

I actually got a full’s night’s sleep since that last one,actually, I’m fine. And thank you, it’s a positive side effect ofboth ADHD and Asperger’s Syndrome.

Yes, I’m a huge fan of “opposites attract,” and Anon made merealize that with Chad and Freddie. I must say that, realisticallyspeaking, any good relationship is based on people being completelycompatible with their core values, than complementing each other asif they were shades on the colour wheel. Not impossible, certainly,but not a guarantee that you'll be a great fit—look at canon Benand Mal, and their numerous issues for the moment.

To more positive things: Jay/Jordan it is!

They would in fact work out! Most of the sibling headcanons I’vedone are just that: headcanon, and it’s also probable that canonAziz (whenever we get to see him, if ever...) will just get into moreunfriendly, less brotherly rivalry with Jay. (Which would honestly bean interesting dynamic in itself to explore, but I digress.)

Jay and Jordan will likely bond and be compatible from both beingnative to Agrabah (or at least, raised in the little slice of Agrabahon the Isle), their shared snark and penchant for being the centersof attention through their unique skills (Tourney, YouTube), the sharedimportance of Freedom and being unconstrained to do whatever youplease, and possibly even shared abandonment/attachment issues withtheir parents, if Genie and/or Eden turn out to be the neglectfulparents I headcanon they are.

[After I realized that I had spent way too much time on headcanonand need to sleep, and the Trollrhi sponsorship post.]

In Auradon Prep, the two are likely to bond initially as part ofJordan doing a “Tourney Fever” series on her channel—how to getand put on sweat-resistant make-up that won't look gaudy under thesun; dressing for the summer/close to summer heat from a native whereit was really scorching hot in summer and the rest of the year, stillreally scorching hot, whilst still looking stylish and accessorizing;and how to avoid common mess-ups and accidents that will probablyruin the entire game for you, even if your team wins.

The whole Fighting Knights and several of the VK's and AK's joinup as part of the “live demonstrations” of how these incidentshappen, and as male and female models for the make-up, particularlyfor the minority students in Auradon Prep and most of the statesnorth of the Great Wall separating South and North Auradon, likeGreece, China, and of course, Agrabah. Most of them quickly leave thechannel as soon as the series is over as filming is hard work andthose studio lights she uses can get uncomfortably hot, but Jaylearns to love it and hams it up for the camera more often than not.

Jordan is more than willing to put him on, since he's a hit amongher viewers, and as a popular VK Tourney player, carries a lot ofinherent novelty and appeal. “So long as you don't mind doing a lotless bumping into people and 'accidentally' spilling drinks all over your muscles, at least,” she warns as he's watching her edit.

“No problem—so long as you teach me how to use that camera.”

So begins a new relationship—Jordan hosting every episode, doingthe editing and script-writing, and Jay being a frequent specialguest (Tourney practice and Remedial Goodness classes take up a lotof time), handling the grunt work of setting up lighting, fixing thecameras on their tripods, and holding it whenever Jordan wants to break away from thestatic, one camera/fixed angles style she has been using all thistime because she's never really trusted anyone else to handle herequipment.

The two also have a very natural, entertaining dynamic on set,effortlessly trading sarcasm, snarks, and some genuinely interestingcommentary from Jay sometimes whenever they get to talking about howto make a budget stretch and how to make the most of Auradon'snumerous generous souls and free offers (“The key is to learn hownot to feel obligated to buy something.”), a special onparkour and exercising in urban environments, and of course, “HowTo Break Into Your Own Room” where he talks a lot about how it wasa necessary skill to access locked cupboards and rooms where youcould potentially scavenge life-saving supplies, instead of starvingin your room until your father remembers that he was punishing you.

Aziz, being the “Protective Little Brother With A Hate-On ForJay” in this headcanon, is not happy about this arrangement,especially with how intense their casual flirting can get sometimes.He also finds himself purposefully avoiding the comments' section,which he hadn't needed to do since the beginning of Jordan's“puberty” where she was intentionally making herself “developearly” to earn more views.

“I don't like you and Jay making these videos together,” Azizsays one day when they're hanging out in her lamp/bedroom.

“So don't watch them,” Jordan says, rolling her eyes as puts her pen to paper and casually crosses out some witty banter that isn't as witty as shethought they were. (Can't make all of them on the fly, just most ofthem.) “And don't even think of asking me to stop workingwith him, he makes my videos so much easier to make, not to mentionmy viewers love him.”

Aziz frowns. “Can't you try and get someone else?”

“When I already have him?” Jordan snorts. “No thank you!Interview a potential replacement on your own time, Jay's workingdamn well and I sure as hell ain't fixin' him. Why does he rub yourlamp so wrong, anyway, lil' bro?”

Aziz furrows his brow. “I don't like how he looks at you. How hetalks to you. How he acts around you. It's like he's...”

“Oh, I don't know, attracted to me like pretty muchevery averageheterosexual teenage boy, ever?” Jordangroans and rolls her eye. “Sand and silver, Az, we alreadyhad this talk, and I seriously doubt you want to do it allover again!”

Aziz cringes and suddenly feels ill. “It's different this time,alright?!” he says as he’s holding his lunch in.

“What, you're afraid he might ask me out on a date one of these days...?”

Aziz opens his mouth to shoot back a witty reply, before heregisters exactly what Jordan had said, and he looks like he's justbeen accidentally hit by the parade elephant float going at fulltilt.

“Did he ask you out?” hesplutters.

Jordan blushes.“So what if he did? And what if he kissed me? What if we're goingout and we just haven't thought it was important to tell you becauseit's our damn business?”she says, her tone getting snarkier and meaner, her cheeks onlygrowing redder.

Aziz holds up hisfinger. “JD, I need a wish.”

Jordan sighs andholds up her hands, still blushing. “It better not be 'I wish Jaywon't be in love with you anymore' because it's against the DjinnCode, and I wouldn't do it even if it wasn’t.”

“I promise you I will never attempt to do something like that, magically or non-magically, and I wish foranother scream-absorbing pot,” Aziz says.

A small pot witha lid with the logo image of a cartoon face slapping the sides oftheir face whilst screaming in abject terror appears inAziz' hands. He opens it, puts the little-larger-than-his-mouthcontainer to his lips, and yells, his whole body violently shakingbut not a sound coming out.

He puts the lidback on fast enough that nothing escapes. “Thank you,” he says,putting it on a convenient end table nearby. “Okay, now that that'sout of my system...

“He's trouble,Jordan,” Aziz says, his face turning serious. “I know he seemsfun and wild and crazy on the outside, but I've seen him—all ofhim.”

“Oh, I neverrealized you could see into the window of someone's soul, after yougo running around with him in Agrabah for little less than an afternoon,” Jordansays dryly.

“I mean it,sis!” Aziz says, just barely keeping his voice level. “I need togo...” he mutters.

“Don't slam thelid on your way out,” Jordan says as he magics him out. “I hatethat.”

“I won't,”Aziz says as he turns back into magical sand and whisks on out ofJordan's lamp.

She sighs, looksdown at the list of witticisms and snark she and Jay justbrainstormed on, finds she can't really work on them anymore. Shegets up, grabs Aziz' contained scream from her counter, and dumps itinto her main trashbin in the corner.

She mulls overher thoughts as her lamp is filled with the faint, distant sounds ofAziz going “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH….!”