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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 year ago

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party foul

pairing: ethan landry x female!reader

WC: 4K

warnings: cursing, sexual implications and poorly written intimacy (im so touch starved) mentions of guys being gross. should be all

summary: a frat party leds to more

A/N: something just possessed me cause i wrote this in one day, so if it sucks that explains everything.

@alecmores my editor💗

been in the drafts since march 14

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The music was bumping, the floors and the walls of the frat house shaking from the booming bass of the speakers playing party music. Everyone was talking or dancing in the crowded space, a red solo cup of whatever drink in hand or a Jell-O shot container being thrown to the ground. Couples were making out in dark corners, hands shamelessly running up their partner's costume and groping them or kissing their necks enough for hickeys to show later tomorrow.

You leaned against a door frame, red solo couple of jungle juice in hand. It was gross but was getting you wasted so that's all you cared about. Your head just bopping to the voices of Ke$ha or Megan Thee Stallion, your free arm wrapped over your stomach to cover the exposed skin as you just watched people in their drunken haze.

Your roommates decided to, and you quote, “get you out of your comfort zone and wear something slutty. Maybe you’ll get laid tonight.” So here you were at a frat party you didn’t really want to be at, with your ‘friends’ who disappeared a minute after arriving, dressed in a skimpy fairy outfit that was just lingerie with wings and nice makeup and braids added to your hair. You felt hot in the comfort of your college apartment, but the second you stepped outside it was like you were thrown to the wolves as prey.

So since your roommates ditched you, probably laughing about you or that’s just your paranoia thinking, you decided to scout the house and see if you can find your actual group of friends. They did say they were coming later tonight and to find them if you were free and you’ve been free for the past two and a half hours. With a push off the door frame, you bumped and scooted past jumpy dancers and touchy couples, trying and praying you’ll find someone to save you from your misery.

You made a pass of the room to the right of the front door and with no one you knew, you went to the room across and the sight of two people made you sigh out of relief. You couldn’t see one of the boys clearly but you were able to make out Chad since he was shirtless and wearing a cowboy hat. You walked over to the two and stood in front of them just as they took what looked to be a Jell-O shot, well only Chad swallowed, and Ethan spits it out right away with a grimace on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at the action.

“Well, hello, sexy,” Chad yelled over the music. You knew he was being friendly, but the compliment made you feel warm.

You replied with a push to his bicep, “I’m not the only one showing skin tonight… cowboy.” A quick flick to the brim of his straw hat. Chad swatted your hand away before doing that signature cowboy stance, one hand on his belt and the other tipping his hat. You rolled your eyes at the action before turning on Ethan who stood with his back to the wall and his eyes wide with his mouth hanging open.

You’ve liked Ethan for a few months, so his gaping expression kinda sparked a bit of confidence in your chest if he was looking at you like that. You took a step closer to him and with your right hand snapped his jaw shut, “don’t wanna catch flies, handsome.” You stared deep into his eyes before a glance at his lips as he licked them with his tongue. “What’s your costume anyway? Very put together with just cardboard and tape though.” You waved your hand around at his ensemble.

“Oh!,” he looked down then back up, “it’s from a movie called Murder Party. Plus, I don’t have money to spend on an actual costume.” He bit his bottom lip and eyes darted from you to around the room, nervous.

“No, no. It’s cool though. I just haven’t seen the movie before,” you reassured him, “I didn’t even plan to do anything tonight, but my roommate, Anna, told me yesterday that I should do it then took me shopping with her. And that’s how I ended up in lingerie and spandex shorts for the night. Oh! And these wings, where the straps are digging into my armpits.” You moved the left strap at the end of your statement. Ethan just smiled and pulled his helmet off and fluffed his flat curls.

“So… enjoying the party?” Ethan leaned in close to your ear. His breath ghosting your skin caused a shudder and eyes to flutter shut. “Ye-yeah. Oh, yeah, really… I enjoy being eyed like a piece of meat.” Sarcastic but a hint of annoyance shone through.

You pulled and scratched your fingers as you looked around the room your trio was in, a group of girls in different costumes held cups and grooved to whatever new song shuffled on the playlist. Unconsciously, you stepped closer to Ethan, seeking safety from your crush.

“So, Chad,” you leaned towards him, his head turning your way, “have you struck out for the night? Or still looking at your options?” You jerked your chin over his shoulder where Tara wandered just out of sight, her wobbling state getting worse.

Chad sighed through his nose and rolled his neck, “it’s not like that.” You purse your lips and nodded, “yeah, yeah. Totally not like that. It’s just… it’s just getting kinda obvious.” Chad raised his brows and looked to Ethan then back to you, your smile slipping from your face. “Oh, totally obvious. Just like how you are wishing for e-” you smacked a hand over his blabber mouth and nervously giggled.

‘The Way I Are’ started blasting through the speakers and you took that as your opportunity to slip away from Chad and have Ethan’s attention. You moved away from Chad with a warning in your eyes and moved back closer to Ethan, your chest pressing against his cardboard. “You wanna dance? I love this song!” Hands-on his shoulders and lips ghosting the shell of his ear.

You saw the nod he gave as his answer, so you pulled away from his body and slid a hand into his, your fingers interlocked as you pulled him away from the wall and Chad, and led him to the crowded dance floor. He left his helmet behind so you got to see his face clearly and watched as his head of curls bounced as he moved around, stiffly, but was moving to the beat at least. With more people joining the floor and worried that you’ll lose Ethan, that was all, you took his hands and set them on your waist. It felt like those three-and-a-half cups of whatever was really making you feel a sudden boost of confidence, you felt sexy in your costume and you were dancing with the boy you’ve been wanting to kiss for the past four months, and also you made the move to have him closer and touch you. It was like everyone else was shut out as you looked into Ethan’s eyes, it was just the both of you holding each other, your heart beating loud in your ears. His hands tightened on your flesh, the smooth fabric of your top forming wrinkles, as he pulled you closer to him. Your arms moving to his shoulders as you push up your tiptoes to close the slight height difference.

One of your hands slowly moved from his shoulder and very hesitantly trying to see if he was showing discomfort, you let your fingers glide along his jawline. His lips parted and you took that as a good sign, so with your last bit of liquid courage, you leaned in with your eyes slipping shut just waiting to feel Ethan’s meld with yours.

But the moment was ruined by pushing and shoving. You groaned in your throat and opened your eyes to see a guilty-looking Chad holding his varsity jacket and Ethan’s helmet. He pushed the cardboard into the boy’s shoulder and looked at you, “Tara’s drunk.”

You quirked a brow at him, “and? It’s a party. What’s the pro-” “Some guy is trying to take her upstairs.” Chad interrupted your sentence. You instantly took off looking for your friend, making the boys follow behind like bodyguards with their height. You saw Mindy and Anika at the bottom of the stairs and you walked beside them to see Tara with a random frat body dressed in a button-down and boxers. His hand was wrapped along her bicep and you could see the thoughts swirling behind his darkened eyes.

“Tara, why don’t we get you home, huh? You could use some sleep.” You went up a step with a hand out hoping she would take it and join you. But she just looked at you and then at the guy, it broke your heart that she would rather be with someone she didn’t know than her friends.

“You wanna come up for a drink too, hot stuff?” The guy spoke up with his eyes glued on your body, mostly your chest and you felt yourself shrink in, but stood your ground, “fuck off. How about you take your hand off my friend and leave us be, yeah?” You heard the waiver but the music covered your nerves.

He rolled his eyes at you, “don’t gotta be such a bitch. Just thought you would want to enjoy a good time with me and your friend.” And he took a sip from his cup.

Now you are fed up. You ripped his hand away from Tara and smacked him across the face. You heard faint gasps but ignored them as you walked behind Tara and back to your friends, but you got pulled back with a harsh force causing you to slip and fall on the steps.

The next few things happened too fast. Chad yanked the guy by his shirt off the stairs and pushed the douchebag in the chest and the two started shoving, Ethan walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you close to him as Mindy and Anika shouted at Chad. And then to top it off, Sam showed up out of nowhere and tased the guy in the balls.

Your little group left the frat after the disaster. Mindy and Anika were near the back with their hands linked, Anika now wearing Ethan’s helmet as he wore her orange bucket hat, cute. You, Chad, and Ethan walked in front of them and Sam was chasing after Tara who wasn’t the happiest with her sister.

“So, you're stalking me now, is that it?” She spun on her heal and faced Sam. Her arms lay limply at her sides as she wore an annoyed expression. Sam stopped just a foot away and was trying to get Tara to understand.

You turned away from the scene knowing you weren’t involved with the sisterly bickering. You turned to Ethan who was already looking at you, he seemed to have a worried air about him. You looked to the happy couple in the back and saw Chad chatting with them, their eyes flicking your way before they saw you looking already. You breathed a laugh with a roll of your eyes, of course, Chad was gossiping about earlier.

“Hey,” Ethan’s gentle voice said, “are- are you okay? You didn't get hurt on the stairs? No- no bruising or anything?” He stood close.

You pushed a braid behind your ear, “uh, just- I just think my ass is sore. But no- no the idiot didn’t hurt me, just made me uncomfortable. But hey! I’m just glad to be out of there, and with friends, would have sucked walking home alone.” You rubbed your arms along your biceps to try and build some warmth into your body to keep the cool night air at bay.

“I can- I can help if you want… keep you warm.” The stuttering of his words caused stuttering in your heart. “Please, that would be a help.” He opened his arms and you stepped into them, arms and hands over your shoulder and touching your back as you wrapped your own over the chest plate and squeezed him tight, with your face hidden away.

The moment was once again ruined too soon as you started to hear yelling. You pulled away and saw Chad and Anika holding Sam back from a group of passing girls who were recording and shouting, “Murderer! We know what you did!”

You loosened your hold on Ethan and looked their way, “Fuck you!” You started to head their way but Ethan kept you close to his chest. His hands on your arms.

Something strong was in that jungle juice. You needed a walk or something to sober up. You feared the possible headache to come tomorrow morning.

The both of you walked to Sam who looked down at her soaked white sweater, along with a few sticky black strands near her face, “assholes,” she muttered as she wrung out her shirt. Tara rolled her eyes and started to walk away, Chad following then Mindy and Anika just behind. Ethan patted his pockets down before digging out tissues.

“I have some tissues… I only have like three tissues,” he handed the squares over to Sam who just looked at the boy and then at you. You bid Sam a good night and pulled the boy along with you in the direction of the college apartments.

“Ah, shit!” You exclaimed as you patted yourself down, not finding what you were searching for.

“What?”

“I don’t have the key to my place and I think my phone is dead at this point. They're probably still at the party…” you trailed off into thought, trying to determine your next move.

“You could… you could stay with me. Only if you want… I would just feel better if- if I knew you were okay and safe.” He pulled at his ear. You watched the boy and how could you say no when this was the first time things were going your way?

“I would love to stay with you, only if you’re okay with it.” You stepped closer. His eyes flicked over your face and a smile peeked through, “I’m- I’m perfectly okay with it.” You nodded with a smile and the both of you headed off into the cool night air, small conversation to past the time.

When Ethan opened the door to his and Chad’s dorm you expected the stereotypical college boy rooms from movies. Clothes scattered on the floor, and trash overflowing, maybe even a bong in a hidden corner from the RAs. There were two nicely made beds with each side having its organized desk with textbooks and notebooks, a backpack at the foot of one bed, and one hanging off the back of the uncomfortable chairs. You couldn’t exactly tell which side was which but you went on instinct and chose the one with the backpack on the floor.

You bent down to untie your sneakers and slip them under the twin bed then followed with your cheap wings causing a sigh of relief. Now the rest of your outfit was a problem, you couldn't remove your makeup and properly clean your face and you lost your hair tie somewhere in the last few hours. Technically you could sleep in your outfit, but this isn’t the time for sexiness.

“Ethan, could I borrow a shirt or hoodie?” Your elbows leaned into the hard mattress behind you as you twisted to face a motionless Ethan that just stared at you. “Ethan? You okay?”

He blinked rapidly, “yeah, yeah! Sorry just… just- I’ve never had a girl in my room, not to mention a pretty girl.” He looked shocked that he just said those words aloud, “uh sorry, what did you say… earlier?”

You bit your lip to stop the smile and pulled your earlob, “A shirt or hoodie… I don’t really wanna sleep in-” you pointed a finger at your sheer top. “Right! Yeah, just- just one second.” He turned his back to you.

You let the flush in your cheeks grow and couldn’t withhold the gigantic smile, completely infatuated with the nervous boy before you. You gazed as he rummaged through his clothes and muttered words to himself that you couldn’t hear but just watched as his lips moved. When he stood back to his full height something in you stirred and you wanted to follow that feeling.

Ethan placed the folded shirt beside you on the bed and stood in front of you, his head tilted down and yours pointed up. Your eyes just watched each other, taking in every detail about each other tonight, watching Ethan’s body language to see if there was an opening for you. Ethan took a step forward, just a step away from letting his body fold into yours.

You saw how he slowly brought his right hand up, it seemed he was debating if he wanted to make this move or not, but when he cupped your cheek your lips parted. His thumb swiped the skin just under your eye before letting his hand slip down, his pinky hitting the junction of your jaw and earlobe. His eyes dipped to your lips and then he brushed the pad of his thumb just over your bottom lip, barely giving the skin a tug before resting the digit on your chin.

“Ethan?” You whispered his name so quietly it was like you didn’t say it, but you saw his eyes move. “Please,” a whimper as you closed your eyes and gripped his biceps. You couldn’t wait much longer and he didn’t make a move. So you’ll take the jump for the both of you, but you didn’t have to. He took the final leap.

It was soft, gentle. Just a pressing of lips, nothing more at first, and you were fine with it, it was still perfect to you. His hand on your cheek and your hold on his muscles kept you from floating to cloud nine. Ethan pulled away and you chased his lips, needing to deepen it, pour all your love and wanting into his skin. You pulled him back to you, tilting your head to get a better angle and more movement from your lips. He held your waist, hands under the thin fabric, and his burning touch warmed your cooled skin as he rubbed his thumb on your flesh.

Then his hands slipped down and under your thighs, and you jumped automatically and he sat you atop the light blue bedding. You widened your legs and grabbed his shirt with one hand to pull him closer in your gravity. With the new height you started to kiss around his mouth then jaw and down his neck, beginning to leave sensual kisses that were followed by sucking and maybe a faint bite pulling a groan from Ethan. You soothed over any markings with your tongue and a peck. You did it a few more times before he pulled your face back to his and he dived back in.

When Ethan started to kiss along your jaw and near your ear, you moaned at the sensation, hands tangling in his curls and nails scraping his scalp and he hummed at the feeling, it tickled your skin.

“E- Ethan, do- do you wanna- wanna go all the way or- or wait?” Ethan implied this was his first time doing anything, you wanted to do it on his terms and how he was feeling about this. “I’m completely fine w- with just making out an- and sleeping.” You weren’t even sure why you brought up sex. Maybe the leftover drunken-haze was making you a bit horny.

One more kiss to your jawline and his face reappeared. He was flushed and his lips were glossy, it was a delicious sight to behold. You giggled as you swiped a smear of saliva away from his mouth. You just waited to hear his thoughts, legs mindlessly swinging over the high bed. Fingers twisted in the hem of his shirt from earlier in the night, knuckles ghosting over his exposed skin.

“I… I- ah. I- I wanna do it. Sex- I wanna have sex with you.” He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, his wording almost like a middle schooler. You smiled around your tongue as it poked out. “Ethan,” you pulled his chin between your thumb and index finger, “if you are not one hundred percent sure about having sex tonight, we don’t need to. I’ve waited for you for months, I could wait a little longer for some intimate action.” You wiggled your brows to let Ethan loosen up. His brightened smile that showed his dimple made you fall faster. “Besides, I don’t think I would last very long before passing out.”

You gave a simple smooch to his nose then grabbed his shirt, “turn around. Only when we have sex can you see all this whenever.” “Really?” He didn’t bother hiding the tiny bit of disappointment in his word, but you just snorted at his puppy dog eyes, “no. I was just giving you the chance to be a proper gentleman before a lady, but whatever. You’ll see everything eventually.” You pulled the top off and Ethan’s eyes widened before he covered with his hands and turned around.

You tried shuffling around in bed to get back to a comfortable spot, but arms held tight along your torso kept you pulled into a solid chest. You started to panic until you looked over your shoulder and saw a head of brunette curls with the suspect's face buried into your neck. A lazy smile came across your features as you closed your eyes again and rested a palm over Ethan’s forearms, fingers moving back and forth slowly. The feeling of his chest moving as he breathed could have lulled you back to sleep if you didn’t feel the puff of air hitting your neck and hear the bedding move as he shifted around.

You managed to turn in his hold so you were facing him with your back leaning against the wall. Very gentlemanly of him sleeping near the edge, a simple green flag in your eyes. You pushed a few rouge curls away from his forehead, fingers leaving a small trail of phantom kisses in their morning wake before dropping to his chest. You watched as his lashes fluttered atop his cheekbones, how he had a few sparse freckles dotting his face here and there, noting that his lips are slightly parted when in deep sleep.

He looked so beautiful.

He moved his face to the crook of your neck, his nose giving a small rub. You sunk a hand into his hair and began messaging, he instantly groaned at the action. “Good morning,” a kiss to his temple. A kiss to your jaw, “good morning,” and his morning voice was oh so deep and gravelly.

“I should… I should probably head back to my place. Need a shower.” You patted his arms. He just groaned and moved his legs into yours.

“Could shower here.” “I need a shower shower, with all my stuff. Not a water shower most boys do… you do shower shower, right? Please say yes because you do and not just for me.”

Ethan laughed at your question, “yes, yes. I shower shower, I have good hygiene.”

“Okay. With that out of the way, I really should head back.” You tried sitting up but Ethan’s arms were holding you down and you just laughed at his antics. “Ethan come on. Don’t you want me to smell good? After last night I probably reck of sweat and alcohol.”

“No, you smell nice. Really nice.” And he did a big theatrical inhale as you laughed at the sound. “Okay weirdo, you’ve got me for another hour.” And you got yourself situated again.

After fifteen minutes of quiet, your eyes started to droop and you let yourself be pulled back to sleep, but before you could be submerged, the door banged open, and Chad waltzed in before stumbling to a stop. You jerked your head up, Ethan almost fell over the edge at the interruption, and you scrambled for a firm hold on him. The both of you just stared at Chad and then at Mindy who was staring down at her phone.

“I haven’t been able to reach-” “It’s because she’s right here. In bed. With Ethan.”

Both twins had bug eyes and open mouths pointed at the two of you. Ethan leaned over you a bit to shield you even though you were wearing his shirt and your shorts from last night, and the blanket was still covering you. You held his bicep as you rested your chin on his shoulder.

“What brings the Wonder Twins around?” You waited to hear something sarcastic or just the both of them being jokingly mean towards you and Ethan, but both had somber faces. You sat up higher, heart racing as they took longer and shared a look.

“Ghost face,” was all Mindy said.

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stinkrascal · 3 months ago

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Do u get nervous to post ur version of Vlad/the vatores when so many versions of them exist? I have a townie I want to post but they’re popular in another story and Im scared lol

with vlad, no, bc ive written with him for so long, and ive developed so much about him over the years, that i feel very confident writing about him. i feel like there's a very obvious distinction between other ppls interpretation of vlad, and My Vlad, so no anxiety there.

with the vatores, definitely, bc i am not as confident writing w them, sometimes i fear they aren't as developed or as interesting as other ppls interpretations of the vatores.

but at the end of the day everyone's interpretations of canon townies will always be influenced by your own experiences and by the narrative you wish to tell, so honestly i wouldn't be that worried about it. i think ts4 is really unique in the sense that the canon townies don't really have set personalities, i mean like they kinda do bc of the poorly implemented trait systems, but it isn't the same as a tv show where you see the characters in real time behaving in certain ways that furthers the narrative of the story. as a ts4 storyteller you create the narrative from scratch, even if you're using the townies as templates, they have such vague lore that if you want to tell a story to its natural end you would have to fill in the blanks. there's a lot more room for interpretation just based on the way ts4 plays as a game. and i think in regards to your question, this fact can be used to your advantage!

like lilith vatore for example, some people write her to be extremely good-natured, some people write her to be morally grey, and some people write her as straight up evil and none of them are wrong bc that's just what the narrative calls for in their stories. those versions of lilith don't read like a misinterpretation of a canon character, but rather bringing a character to life thru the story each individual wished to tell. while they're all different imaginings of the same character, they feel like Real Characters bc those characters fit appropriately into the narratives. it's almost like having 3 different women who are all named lilith vatore but are otherwise completely different people with their own wants, desires, thoughts, and feelings. does that even make sense?!?!?!?!?!? i hope it does lol

basically at the end of the day i don't think most people care. if anything i think a lot of ppl enjoy sticking to certain townies, i know i certainly have my favorites who are also basically everyone else's favorites lol. but as long as the characters feel thoughtful, nobody's gonna care that you have interpretation 103040825 of lilith vatore. bc at the end of the day there would still be a piece of You that's detectable thru the characters, and that's the thing people latch onto, the interesting and various ways in which we think about the same set of pixels. the end goal is you wanna treat them like your ocs, don't feel restricted to what other ppl are doing or what vague lore ts4 gives us just do whatever you think works for your story and have fun 🤸‍♂️

#jade answers #Anonymous #sorry i rambled so much i have a lot to say about this apparently #tldr when i am creating a story i think about characters in extremely mechanical ways so i think that helps a lot #just develop them normally u know. think about how they serve your story and go from there yes yayyyyy

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everafterkeiji · 3 years ago

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Umm Hi i wanted to do a request if that's okey with you. So i saw on tik tok where someone said that Kakucho would date you because he's bored and i just can't stand that because i just know he would not be this type of men Like- we all saw his Painful expression when Izana died after showing up in his life. And I just need to see some hc with this men because i jusk know he would treat his s/o like a queen and all 😩✋ (sorry for bad grammar 😥)

hi babee!! it's been a while since i did a headcanon bcz of school and the whole thing from last week but im trying to get back on track so have a great day hun! and also who said this man would treat us poorly ಠᴥಠ also i saw how u were also going thru a kakucho brainrot so here we go bae @schiros

𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

PAIRINGS: Kakucho Hitto x gn! reader

GENRE: absolute fluff, a coping mechanism if you will

♡ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 is a business person—he's tied to that and he'll be as professional as he can when he faces his executives to keep his head held high but there's an exception when you suddenly bust in the room and you just glance at him to avoid interrupting his meeting.

"Then we—then um." He stuttered when his eyes followed you while you sat down to do even more staring and the sight of you smiling at the back was enough for him to chuckle nervously at how easily affected he is with a growing color to his cheeks but all he could do was clear his throat.

"Moving on."

- First and foremost, he's loyal. Worry less about all these potential admirers when it comes to him because no other eyes are drawn to you but Kakuchos'. Even if someone were too proudly approach him and aim for small talk to expect his number at the end of it, the minute someone else tries to pull a game on him—he's already preoccupied by you even when you're not there.

"Babe!" He calls out while you lift your head from your phone since you just got out of the restroom and you noticed a confused glance of a woman from behind your boyfriend. "Right with that date." He cheers, emphasizing on the last word, throwing his arm over your shoulder as he sends a cheeky grin to the stranger he went pass with since he was asked for his number even if he had declined it too many times already.

- Kakucho's love is like an old song that still captures the heart of whoever listens no matter the generation. A classic and timeless form of love that you could never trade for anything else. You can say it's old fashioned. In a way, he's just gentle but that side of his youth that he missed can be seen with that glow of genuine enjoyment when he's with you.

- Following that statement, Kakucho is willing to spoil you with anything but a flower given to you whenever he has the chance seems like the icing on top. He's flustered about it, sometimes he looks like he's found a discovery that entertained him too much that he ends up oversharing and overbuying the flowers for you. Your room then becomes a mini garden courtesy of your boyfriend. "That's a red camellia." You pointed out, smiling lightly while he hooks the stem over your ear.

"Don't be like that, I know what the flower means, Y/N."

"Good 'cause I love you too, Kaku."

- Hear me out: he'll try to cook for you. He'll set up a bunch of random recipes he can remember from his mom and he's searching it up to make sure he's actually keeping track of what was derived from his memory and obviously, what was written on some page he found. He'd give all his time and effort there but oddly enough, he's nervous for you to taste it so when you're eating the meal, his eyes are alert like he was willing to pull out some notebook to take serious criticism.

"So..hun? How was it?"

"It was good!"

"Really?!"

- Young Kakucho acts like a school boy around you. Picking your bag, your books, or whatever your hands are busied with. You don't even need to say something—it just comes as a reflex. "I'll get it, babe!"

- Bare minimum? He raises the bar to whatever standard. It may look simple but to you, when he suddenly bends down to tie your shoe laces without any other warning, that's about as young love as it gets. He'll even fix your hair, your accessories if a necklace is turned the other way around, or when you're waiting for the train and there's a hand to your hip while you find a seat just so you don't lose him in the midst of the people inside it.

- Let's be a bit specific, Kakucho is the type of boyfriend to instantly turn around when you're not there behind him. Even if you try to prank him for a second, he's already intertwining your hands with his with a bright grin. "Can't lose what's mine, Y/N." He reminds you.

- He's so observant with it too. Once he sees your mannerisms that just show that you're uncomfortable or you need something, he's already a step ahead with a hand to your shoulder to catch your attention. "You're cold, dear. Take this." He insists when his coat was shuffled over to you while you give a peck to his cheek as thanks.

- Now—in terms of nicknames, he's being playful yet basic with it. He'll hit you with the casual babe If he's feeling too tempted to poke the fun out of you, he'll throw in names such as cutie and any other combination of what he thinks would sound nice to call you with even if it doesn't make sense.

- Kakucho loves shopping with you. You know those boyfriends that usually look bored when they're with their s/o? This man is the opposite. When his schedule is free, he just likes to see you dress up in whatever you bought plus it's a bonus to stroll and eat around the mall too. "Can I see the back of it?" He asks.

"I like this one, do you wanna match jackets with me?"

"Always, Y/N."

- Even so, he loves sharing his clothes with you too. Want to strut his new blazer? Go for it, he'll be there to be your first audience to clap for your appearance. "You look—you look so good." He says shyly but when you try to remove it, he stops you. "Keep it on, it's better on you anyway."

- His specialty: house dates and picnics. From all the work that he has to go through, all he needs is rest. You were already his comfort but if the world could go along with it, he'd be even happier. He'd rather stay in but sometimes, he'll be spontaneous to just stroll along a park and you'd settle down there until the afternoon haze dies down and by the time you look at your phone, it's already 9pm. "Shit we better go home." You told him as he nodded but he chuckles for a second when he saw a leaf drop to the crown of your hair.

"There's my pretty baby." He grins, taking the leaf before he tickles it to your nose.

- Speaking of house dates, he really likes to go through pamper days with you. It's so relaxing for him and he'd even massage you and you'd do the same to him. Cleaning nails? Doing those facial masks? Skin care moments? He's all up for it. "Your skin looks...weird." Izana oddly compliments while Kakucho raises an eyebrow as his hands tap into his cheeks.

"Weird?"

"It looks shiny clean what the fuck."

- When it comes to his past, he doesn't want to look back on it but there are moments where he'd still visit his parents grave but to you, he just surprises you. "Hi ma and pa. I haven't visited in a while but someone special is here that I want you to meet."

Kakucho then slings his arm to your waist, a head leaning to yours as he intertwines your hands from beneath. "This is Y/N. I wish you would've been here to see how they make me happy. And I'll love Y/N like you did with mom, dad."

- Meeting Izana felt like you went to court for judgement from intimidation. Kakucho wanted to half laugh at how you looked when you met the white haired boy but his best friend couldn't care less as long as you weren't a burden. "So, do you know how to work a gun?"

"Izana!" Your boyfriend argued.

- The second you came into their meeting, the Tenjiku members bat an eye at who you were. Much to your dismay that he was in the middle of talking, he actually doesn't shy away from bragging about you. "Yeah, that's my Y/N. Now, can we focus?" He introduces shortly with a smile but Ran already scoffs at his side before sending a wave to you and it causes some sort of reaction to the point almost all of them bid a nod to you or a small "Hi."

- When it comes to fights, Kakucho insists that you stay home. He prioritizes you even if there are way better things he should worry about. "Promise me you won't find me?" He asks, hands on your shoulders. "Yeah. Please take care." You bid him, placing a kiss to his lips.

- Even if he's all bruised up, he still doesn't want you to see him like that but there's an exception when he really needs your help and he'll give in. "Sorry to disturb you." He says while you rolled your eyes. "Come in then."

- He'd be the savior when it comes to soothing you when you have your own problems. He'll drop everything if it meant he could help you because he could put himself in your position. He's vulnerable when he's with you so if it was the other way around, he'd tend to you in the same way. "I'm right here, tell me when you're ready." He assures you, a kiss to your forehead.

- Best person to take to your parents. Please—no other exception there is but he is so nervous. All the sweat is sticking to his skin and he's going over his words on how to greet your family and you'll have to go through about ten sets of questions if he's wearing the right clothes or if he looks intimidating. "Hun—are you sure? Do I look presentable enough? I could always change."

"Shh, you look handsome."

"Handsome?" He asks, raising an eyebrow with tinted cheeks in pink. "Like always." You answered, fixing his shirt.

- There's a moment where marriage was brought up and you swore out of all the times he's ever been flustered around you, this one was the winner. "Marriage? Well—I don't want—No, I mean I'd really love to—"

"It's just that you're too young?" One of your parents asked to finish his hesitation while Kakucho sighs to calm himself down but the sight of you smiling at him from his stammered performance, his heart beams when he's got the answer so he shakes his head.

"Too young or too old, sir. I'd marry Y/N no matter the day. "

- And at the end of the evening, he definitely got the attention of your parents, in a good way of course.

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OVERALL: @stesphy @itsmeaudrieee @crapimahuman @meguroshi @floydenai @dai-tsukki-desu @inu1gf

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willddheartt · 4 years ago

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30 Days | Wilbur Soot

30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?

It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.

You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…

Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.

Word Count: 1892

Masterlist Series Masterlist 30 Days The beginning

You sighed, staring at the black screen of your PC waiting for it to light up. After last night, you didn’t even want to log on, but you knew if you avoided it now, it would just cause more hassle in the long run.

The monitors light up with your bright coloured backgrounds and the PC itself emitted many colours of the rainbow. Opening Discord, you started a message with Wilbur.

Did you hear? You type, clicking through a few channels as you awaited his response.

Yeah, how’d this come about? his message read

Your head shook as you typed and you ran a hand through your hair, pushing it back and out of your face, I don’t know. Hop in a VC and we can discuss better?

You pulled on your headset, waiting for the call to come through, what you weren’t expecting was for Wilbur to video call you. You had just got out of bed before logging on and didn’t even have any makeup on and you were still in your cropped top and sleep bottoms. Quickly pulling the fuzzy blanket you kept on the back of your chair around your shoulders you answered the call.

“Hey,” You answered with a sigh, setting your head in your hand. “Hi,” He said, monotone. “What’s he got on you?” You asked “My home address and credit card information, stuff like that. And you?” You sighed, knowing if you told the truth he might think even lower of you than he already did. “Same thing and like some stupid stuff I did in high school,” Wilburs expression changed from annoyed to something you couldn’t read, “What did you do?” “Relax,” You sighed, “It’s nothing like terrible, terrible.” “Do you not want to tell me?” He sat back in his chair “I’d rather not,” You mumbled, “I don’t need you thinking lower of me than you already do.” “Fine,” Wilbur sighed, “Do you want to talk about how we’re going to do this or not?” You nodded

“What do you think the best approach would be?” You asked, sitting up and pulling your leg up. “Well obviously, I think we should outline what the rules are.” “Okay,” You nodded pulling up a note, “So we’re supposed to be dating right?” You asked, Wilbur, nodded. “So we should act like a couple,” You said as you typed out “What about how we act on and off camera?” Wil asked “What about it?” You asked, “On camera, we act so madly in love the fans won’t even question it, off-camera we can not speak or whatever we do now.” Wil shook his head, “I think to get the best performance we’d have to truly play into this and act on and off camera.” You threw your head back, “Really?” You asked “Do you truly hate me that much, Y/N?”

“Well no, it’s just I’d rather not.” “Too bad, it’s already written.” You sighed, “Fine.” “Do you think we should tell our friends about the whole situation or just leave it as we’re a couple?” You asked “Leave them out of the blackmail part, they could slip up.” You nod agreeing.

After twenty minutes of back and forth, you devised a list of rules doe the month.

They were as follows:

Must act like a couple on and off camera

Must act like a couple at all times

Every week doing things that couples would do (i.e. dates, movie nights, going out to dinner)

Must post announcing you’re together, on Twitter Instagram or in a stream.

Can only tell friends about you being together

And you must see each other regularly.

If either of you failed to do one of these things you immediately owe the other person $50

Wilbur was still on call with you after the list was created, you ended up talking about how you think the blackmailer got your information. Both of you were in the dark.

Your roommate came in, interrupting your conversation, “Hey, Y/N, Wanna come with me to pick up food?” She asked stopping dead in her tracks when she saw Wilbur on your monitor. You nodded, “Just give me a second here,” She waved as she exited the room. “Sorry about that, Wil,” You said turning back to the camera. “Seems I’ve got to go, but we can talk more about this when I get back if you’d like.” Wilbur nodded, “It was nice talking to you, love.”

The pet name caught you off guard, you looked at Wilbur, who had the most shit-eating grin on his face you’d ever seen. “What?” He asked, tilting his head, “We have to start somewhere, thought now would be a good time.” You sighed, “ill talk to you later Wilbur.”

You ended the call and let your head fall into your hands.

Man, this was going to be a long month.

“Sorry about earlier.” Your roommate said once you walked out of your room You shook your head, “Don’t worry about it, it was only Wilbur,” “Wilbur?” She asked, “Don’t you, like, hate him?” “Hate is a strong word,” You sighed. “I think I’ve had a change of heart about him.”

You got home to messages from Wilbur asking if you wanted to stream with him tonight to make your announcement, you grabbed a drink and something to eat and got ready to stream. This time you were able to get ready to be on camera. You did your makeup, simple winged eyeliner nothing too extravagant, and you put on a cute top, but kept on your pyjama bottoms.

Are you setting up stream? You messaged Wilbur

Yeah, are you ready? He replied within seconds

Ready as I’ll ever be.

This time you called Wilbur, he picked up within seconds. “I know this is only fake but im nervous,” You blurted out. Wilbur nodded, “Me too,” “How do you think the fans will react?” You asked “Honestly?” You nodded, “I think the overall reaction will be good.” “What about the ones that aren’t?” You were picking at your fingers, a nervous habit, “I don’t want to get death threats and that kind of thing,” You frowned. “I’ll take care of it,” Wil said, his words brought you a sense of peace, and you waited for him to start streaming.

As he welcomed everyone to the stream, you weren’t on screen yet. You had a few moments to take in his appearance. He was wearing a nice white button-down, and it looked like he tried to do something with his hard but failed and just let it slump in its natural half curly-half wavy state on his forehead. You smiled at him as he kept trying to shake the hair out of his eyes but it refused to move.

“Well, chat,” He started, “There is someone very important to me that I’d like to introduce you to.” As he spoke you could feel the knots in your stomach, nervous for him to finally show your face cam on stream. “Now, you probably already know them but,” He paused, working things out to be able to show your cam on stream, “Y/N and I would like to tell you something,” He said, and your face popped up on his stream, you waved to the chat. “Y/N, would you like to do the honours?” He asked with a smirk “I guess so,” You put on the biggest smile you could muster before it looked fake and forced, “Chat,” You said. “Wil and I are dating!” You announced and he cheered. The chat exploded with hearts and Pogs, of course, there were the normal hate comments, but those were almost drowned out by all the emotes.

“Okay now, I don’t want to see anybody hating on Y/N, Okay?” Wilbur said in a stern voice, looking directly at the camera, “Mods if you can, keep it out of the chat. And chat, keep it off the social media, Okay?” He waited for responses in the chat to roll through before continuing, “If you haven't got anything nice to say, let’s not say it alright?” You nodded along with him, secretly admiring how adamant he was about keeping the hate away, you knew Wilbur was the type of gut to do that but you didn't think he'd do it for you, especially where the two of you weren't even truly together.

“Okay, so Y/N and I here, didn’t really talk about what we were going to do on here, we just wanted to announce the news, but I guess we’ll stick around and answer a few questions for about an hour, hows that sound?” You nodded, “That sounds good to me. Chat if you have any questions to ask us, about our relationship or just personally send them in the chat or whatever you’d like to do.

You and Wilbur sat on stream for close to an hour talking to the chat and receiving many donations asking questions and answering the chat, they seemed to love that the two of you were ‘together’. You read a few things saying “Enemies to lovers? POG” in the chat that made you laugh to yourself, telling Wil you’d tell him later when he asked what was so funny.

Truthfully, you didn’t hate Wilbur as much as you’ve convinced yourself you have. Sometimes the acting and just messing around on the SMP got blurry in your mind, a lot of the things you found revolting about him were things his character had done for the sake of plot development.

Wilbur finally ended the stream, you both said bye to chat and he went off. “That went well, don't you think?” He asked, sighing as soon as the stream was over. “I think it was good, their reaction seemed to be positive.” You sat back in your chair. “What did you find so funny in the chat?” He asked, throwing an arm behind his head as he leaned back in his chair. You giggled as you thought about it again, “I saw some people saying ‘enemies to lovers? Pog’ in the chat and I thought it was really funny.” “I mean, they're technically not wrong.” You rolled your eyes, looking down at the time in the corner of your monitor.

It was late. Almost three am.

“Hey, I’ll talk to you tomorrow Wil, alright? I should go to bed soon.” Wil nodded, “Talk to you tomorrow, Y/N, sleep well.” He smiled as he hit the end call button.

You sat in your dimly lit room in complete silence, other than the noise of the fans in your PC. You couldn’t believe you had to do this for a month. You truly wondered how you could do this, it was only day one and you wanted to crawl out of your skin and wash off the feeling that he gave you. In your act you could see how you might be able to fall for him, but once the call ended and you were snapped back to reality, you wished to take the hottest and longest shower in the word and wash the feeling of him away, watch the dirt slide down the drain and out of your mind.

“You can do this. It's only a month,” You whispered to yourself.

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superfluouskeys · 3 years ago

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im eyes wip number 8 and 9 tbh take your pick 👀

Hello fellow X'rhun enjoyer!!!

8. self indulgent rhunwol as usual

I actually really like some of this, but it was just a kneejerk reaction to redoing the lvl 50-60 rdm quests with Adrienne, so there's a lot of canon rehashing but it also repeatedly and directly references "but don't be happier" so it doesn't quite stand on its own. I posted this snip before but I really like it lol, set after the lvl 60 quest:

The corner of his lip curls into a smile, and he affords her a sidelong glance through heavy-lidded eyes. Truthfully, it’s a very becoming expression, and Adrienne cannot help the way her heart flutters in response.

“I never knew you were a proper conjurer,” he says.

Adrienne lets out a little huff of nervous laughter. “Proper is a stretch,” she deflects. “But I’ve always been good with magic.”

“I believe that,” says X’rhun warmly.

Reasonably satisfied that Lambard’s strange magic will not reappear, Adrienne places her hand over X’rhun’s wound and casts a proper healing spell. She didn’t need to get this close, perhaps, and it is a monumental struggle not to think overmuch about the way she can feel his breath catch just shy of her ear.

“It seems I’ve repaid my debt to you at last,” she says, poorly feigning lightness.

“On the contrary,” says X’rhun, with equal hesitancy, “as there was never any debt to speak of, I’d say it is now very much mine.”

Adrienne’s hand lingers long after the spell is cast, but she cannot quite bring herself to meet his gaze. “And however might you repay me?” she dares, feels the tremor in her voice. Why is she doing this? “The dashing rescuer in this case would gladly accept a kiss.”

She feels the rapid intake of his breath against her ear and beneath her hand. He almost chuckles. “When the rescued party is already thusly compromised? Surely an honourable lass would not take advantage.”

Adrienne bites the inside of her cheek, a vain attempt to hide her smile as she hazards a glance upward. “Do you take me for a villain, X’rhun Tia?” she teases.

He inclines his head thoughtfully, and that strange, sad look settles about him again. She’d like to reach out, to hold his face between her hands and soothe the lines of worry from his brow, but she cannot convince herself to move.

“An unwitting thief, perhaps,” X’rhun says at last.

“A thief?” Adrienne echoes curiously, uncertain whether he means to tease. “Whatever have I stolen from you?”

She slides her hand up his bare torso, and he brings his hand to cover hers, just over his heart.

9. rdm quest notes

there are 3500 words in this document. in fairness some of it is just written out quotes from rdm quests that I wanted to remember for characterization purposes. Sometimes I write out slightly longer dms in word docs and then paste them into discord bc anxiety so there's some of that in here. There's just like ---- like a full journal post about something that upset me irl around this time LOL. Some of it is just like shitposts made to myself ig? eg. "can’t believe Adrienne mained red mage for awhile bc she was hot for the teacher" and that's just in a little section by itself.

About 3 different starts to part 2 of "but don't be happier", about 3 different takes on another stupid scene I will never write where both Alisaie and G'raha find out Adri banged X'rhun and are like why did you never mention this????? A few short bits about how I feel their relationship ends which I'll be unlikely to write at least for a long while bc it makes me too sad LOL.

I would share a snip but they're all like so badly written!!! Maybe someday.....

WIP Ask Meme!

#wip ask meme #x'rhun tia x wol #x'rhun tia #ffxiv #exciting tag for writing things

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yarichinbokutoclub · 4 years ago

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The train was packed. Who knew so many people would be milling about at 1 o’clock on a Wednesday afternoon. You hated it, being around so many people, but with your job at the museum you had learned to tolerate the crowds. This, however, was different, you were crammed in a tiny cabin with God knows how many other people. Don’t these people have work to do? It is a week day after all. So, to put things lightly, your day did not start off on a good note.

You were, however, looking forward to the Café’s opening. It was your light at the end of the tunnel so to speak. With the café being a bit of a hole in the wall and lacking any media presence you knew it would not attract much of a crowd. The perfect place to work on your botany journal (basically just a journal with different plant clippings and facts and drawings. Think Hiccup’s journal in HTYD or Deku’s journal in BNHA.) You were really looking forward to the new pages you could add now that the museum had gotten in some new flora, that of course they let you be the first to see. The journal was a great help when you were giving tours as you wanted to be as thorough as possible in hopes that you might inspire a bright young mind, like what had happened to you so many years ago.

The train finally came to a stop and you couldn’t have been more grateful. You got off as quickly as possible and stopped to take a deep breath, really appreciating the fresh air and the open space around you. After you got your bearings, you adjusted your outfit (gotta look good in case there are any cute boys at the café ;)) and got on your way. The café was only about 5 blocks from the train station so it didn’t take you long to get there at all. You turned off the main street onto a little side one, almost like an alley, and towards the end you saw the café.

The vibe was immaculate. It was everything you could have wished for and more, no crowds and books everywhere, what’s not to love? Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you pushed open the front door. A small bell above you jingled to signal your arrival and you were immediately met with not only the eyes of your best friend, Yachi, but also a pair of wide yellow eyes which seemed to be taking in your appearance. Blushing, you tried not to think much of it and made your way to the counter and greeted the cute barista that you knew so well. “Yachi!!! You look so adorable in your apron.” you exclaimed upon getting to the counter, mindful of your volume of course. “Y/n, you actually came!” Yachi replied with a big grin.

“I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to check this place out and bug you on your first day. ;P Speaking of, how has it been, any rude customers yet?”

“It’s been a lot slower than we would have hoped but everyone has been really polite, I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better first day. Anyways, I should probably get back to work. What can I get you? I’ll bring it to your table when it’s ready.”

Yachi, always the positive one and a hard worker too. Scanning over the menu you quickly make your decision. “I’ll have a hot caramel latte and a blueberry muffin! Oh an make sure you do something extra cute for the latte art!!”

“Only the best for you, y/n! I’ll have it right out!”

With that you made your way to a table near a window so you could attempt to people watch without being near any of the other patrons. It was a quiet corner just the way you liked. However, you could still feel those big yellow eyes on you. Looking up you finally made eye contact with the man who had been staring you down and boy was he cute. You could tell he was athletic too, giving him a curt smile you turned back to your table and pulled out your journal. Maybe this could be where you find your wattpad romance after all. Or so you thought.

Yachi brought out your order and you got to journaling about the newest flower in the museum’s greenhouse, the Cytandra Vittata or Candy-Striped Violet. Particularly excited about this one due to the flower’s incredible beauty and unique petals, you made sure to put extra care into the pages. You were having a great time, the coffee was amazing and the atmosphere was perfect for getting your work done. That is until HE decided to stop staring at you and go back to reading his manga. Whatever it was, it must have been incredibly interesting because he was… engrossed to say the least.

Not only did he seem to zone everything around him out, forgetting where he was, but he also felt the need to verbally or physically react to just about everything that was happening in his childish story. He was annoying, sure, but not loud enough to where he could be considered “disturbing the peace” even though he was certainly disturbing YOUR peace. Every two seconds there was an “oooh” or an “ahhhh” maybe even a “WHAT?!” thrown in there. Your patience was certainly running thin and you made sure to glare at him a few times, even hushing him along with the other patrons, but he just was not getting the hint. The next page must have had a huge plot twist or surprise thrown in there because this response, it was the most dramatic. Abruptly, he stood up out of his chair, knocking it to the ground in the process. His eyes were even bigger than before (was that even possible?) and he yelled (yes, this time it was a yell). His exact words were “NO!!! IT WAS HER BROTHER ALL ALONG?! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!.” Spoilers, am I right?

At this you had had enough. Sure, you didn’t like confrontation, but it didn’t seem like anyone else was going to step in and you knew Yachi would be a nervous wreck if she had to. So, you marched over to his table with the most aggressive scowl you think you have ever sported on your face.

“Are you trying to piss off everyone in the store?! Because you’re doing a really good job if that was your plan!” You screamed at the stranger’s face.

He looked up at you confusion written all over his face. “…Huh?” he questioned.

“Are you trying to tell me you have no idea what you’ve been doing for the past 30 minutes?? Because I don’t buy it. You’re being incredibly loud and rude and you need to stop. This is not the place for that. Some people are trying to get work down and you’re making it incredibly difficult. If you wanna read your manga fine do it but do it quietly. Save the theatrics for your bedroom.” you weren’t trying to be mean but you couldn’t help it. Once you start talking you can’t stop yourself and this time you went a little too far. His hair seemed to deflate, something you certainly didn’t miss because was that even possible?

“I’m sorry miss, I didn’t realize I was being so loud I’ll try to quiet down.” He replied with a huge pout on his face.

“Thank you.” You replied and promptly turned on your heels to go back to the violet you were so excited to study.

Everything was going smoothly now, sure you didn’t mean to be that harsh and you could’ve asked him nicely but your anger took over and you couldn’t help it, though you did feel a bit bad. It certainly didn’t help that your day had started out as poorly as it did and you were so looking forward to the peace and quiet of the café, something that had been so rudely ripped away from you. Another 15 minutes passed by and the silence was amazing, you made some real progress in your journal, even completing a detailed sketch of the flower. After the 15 minutes was up however, the reactions started to seep back out from the yellow eyed man again. He seemed to be over his pouting now. His reactions, although much quieter this time were still quite annoying. You decided to ignore them though, thinking you had been a little too harsh the first time around, and hoping he just slipped up and will go back to being quiet. This, however, was not the case and the disruptions continued for another 10 minutes when you decided you better just leave. Fate is tricky and maybe you just weren’t fated to be at the café today, meaning you’ll try again tomorrow after work. You said your goodbyes to Yachi and made your way to the train station, looking forward to the peace and quiet of your apartment and the soft cuddles of your two cats, Kyo and Tohru.

What you didn’t know, was that Yachi, deciding it was time to be bold, went over to the loud and excitable customer. She decided it best, for business and for her own sanity, if she politely asked him to leave. And she did just that. The man apologized and made his way out of the café feeling a bit defeated but determined to come back again and next time hopefully not get kicked out.

fear & love

4. series of unfortunate events

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PLOT - y/n is in her first year of college at tokyo u., she has a great friend group, a fantastic internship, life is good… that is until she meets bokuto koutarou. this loud and brash volleyball star is about to turn y/n’s life upside down. the question is, will it be a good change or a bad one?

a/n - Im gonna be honest, not really loving this fic but I am pretty happy with how this chapter turned out, as always any advice is welcomed and pls if there's anything you want to see happen just ask!

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vagarius · 4 years ago

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misukazu 21

(if you saw me fuck up the other one no you didnt)

EDIT I THINK THIS ONE GOT A LITTLE FUCKED UP TOO BUT IT’S... READABLE...

questions from this post, and answers originally written for this thread!!

If you had to change the pairing’s very first meeting, how would you change it? their canon first meeting is already so good SHDGFLJASHG but if i had to choose a different one that's still within the context of mankai... meeting as kids and losing touch and coming back together completely different at mankai

What song fits your pairing the most? uhhHHhhHHH i don't have a real answer but i do have a partial playlist for one of my misukazu aus and the only two songs in it are furaregai girl by sayuri and champagne's for celebrating by mayday parade and i feel like that says enough sldhgalsdhfalsh

What is your favorite AU/prompt idea/trope for your pairing? ALL MISUKAZU AUS ARE GOOD but. i really love any au where their first meeting is in the future and both are still kind of lost but they're Older and it's hard to let themselves fall into the easy trust they find in canon. i just think that'd be neat.

Do you prefer canon ideas or do you have your own headcanons for them? I'VE SAID THIS MANY TIMES BUT CANON MISUKAZU GIVES OFF MADE FOR EACH OTHER VIBES AND USUALLY I DON'T VIBE WITH THAT BUT THEY REALLY ARE WHAT THE OTHER NEEDS... AND I THINK EVEN IF THEY HAD TO PART THEY'D STILL BE ABLE TO BE BETTER PEOPLE BC THEY HAD MET

Favorite canon moment of them? THERE ARE SO MANY but the one that immediately comes to mind is misumi carrying drunk kazu to bed (latest bday line) because drunk kazu is so soft and it implies that misumi wanted to wish happy birthday to kazu pretty late... what did he want to give him...

Least favorite canon moment of them? hmm... there's not really one i can think of??? IM SORRY I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY I LOVE ALL THEIR CANON MOMENTS

Favorite headcanon trope/idea? (Your own or someone else’s) this is somehow both vague and very specific but i think misukazu gives off this vibe: He's beautiful. I can't tell him. or "Kazu is always beautiful~" Don't call me that, Kazu thinks. I'm not. so... insecurities i guess ????? AJSHAJJD

Favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics? THIS IS GOING TO SOUND SO CHEESY but i love how /real/ they allow themselves to be around each other. misukazu at their best is when one thinks "you're you. and i love that you" and the other knows this. i just. THEY VALIDATE THE OTHER SO MUCH CRIES

Least favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics? (Can be headcannon) this isn't a "least fav" so much as "it makes me sad" but if either of them showed any sign of not being interested anymore the other is more likely to give up then push anything. sort of like "it was bound to happen, so i'll enjoy now until they drop me" or EVEN WORSE they think the other would be better off without them and pushes them away. so yeah the fact i can see one of these happening makes me sad.

If they aren’t a canon pairing, how would you get them together? they give off "everyone knows we're dating but us" energy but at the same time i feel like they'd acknowledge there's something and just not define it bc a) they don't need to (misumi) or b) they're too nervous to (kazu). in other words i think one day they are holding hands and misumi says "kazu? is this dating?" and kazu holds his breath before asking "do you want it to be?"

If you had to take them and plunk them into another fandom, what fandom would that be? Why? i think theyd be hilarious in any sports animanga (kazu is manager tho bc noodle arms but maybe they bond when misumi walks him through some of his usual training menu one night - ahem. anyway) BUT ALSO horimiya au...

How hard is it write/draw your pairing? Scale of 1-10. AJDHAJDHSF I REALLY LOVE THEM SO IT COMES PRETTY EASILY... but sometimes you try to put them in tropes and realize they would Just Not Work Like That. idk where i'm going with this. but yeah. anyway 3 for sankaku.

Is there a pairing that you think rivals them? in terms of what i ship, i tend to ship kazu and misumi individually with a lot of dif charas AJDHAKD. but in terms of like... in-universe "rival" pairings: kazu side: tsuzukazu (maybe, lbr it would take them 273924 yrs to actually get together), kazu x someone from winter (i... have my reasons but they'd take longer than what this answer entails) misumi side: ... surprisingly none that i can think of ahdjahd

Which character of the pairing do you like more? (Would you ever pair yourself with them?) you know that tweet that's like "sometimes a ship is just your two favs"? yeah that's misukazu for me. but if i had to choose... misumi AJDHAJHDSF I HONESTLY WASNT THAT INTO YUME UNTIL THESE TWO CAME AROUND (NOT COUNTING 707)... but yeah if they wanted to hold me in their arms i wouldn't oppose

Which character of your pairing would be the one to break up with the other? Why? OOOOOH BOY well. i think it could be either of them. i don't think they'd break up for lack of love but too much love and wanting the other to be happy and thinking that the only way to give them that is to let them go. so i guess the question is which of them would be more likely to be selfish and hold on. thinking this way, i think misumi would be more likely to break-up, bc kazu has lots of friends who are better than him!! and misumi is more ready to leave if he thinks he needs to than kazu is. now im sad.

Are they relatable as characters or as a pairing? THE NUMBER OF TIMES I'VE BEEN CALLED KAZU KIN... in all seriousness kazu's struggles with speaking out and (shinobi spoilers) his uncertainty over his future hit real close to home... while i don't relate as much as misumi, his struggles always manage to tear my heart into pieces... ((oversharing alert) i guess what really separates me from misumi is his struggle with his desire to connect with family who has treated him poorly... whereas im more "lol fuck you") tldr i relate to kazu slightly more LOL

Did you once/ever dislike one/both of them? i never disliked them but i was NOT expecting either of them to shoot up so quickly into my favs list ahdjahdjf. also i started shipping them Immediately After reading summer main story so there's that

On an estimate, how many posts have you made about them? as of september 28th 2020 i make up 11/78 fics on ao3 in the romantic misukazu tag and 2/12 in the platonic one. i may have brainrot.

What made you decide to ship them? TBH I FINISHED THE MAIN STORY AND WENT "OH MY GOD... THAT'S MY SHIP" but now that i'm here i continue to ship them because they have the potential to bring out both the best and the worst in each other and i'm all about that

Favorite genre for them? (Angst, fluff, etc.) angst. i just. angst hurt/comfort all the way. im so sorry babies.

lol you thought there would just be 21 ANYWAY EXTRA 1: how do they spend breaks/vacation? they'd travel a lot when they're older!! kazunari loves to travel and misumi would follow kazunari anywhere (also, new triangles!!) so they go somewhere new whenever they have the time. however i think eventually one or both of their future careers will take them anywhere and everywhere anyway, so their "ideal vacation" might turn into an evening in, cuddling and catching up (as if they didn't already send play-by-play updates over the phone of whatever they did during the day)

EXTRA 2: first date? i don't they ever have an explicit first date, but if asked they'll cite the time they had a picnic in the park turned triangle hunt turned accidental dip in the duck pond. at least, kazunari will. misumi just tilts his head and wonders what you mean.

EXTRA 3: gifts? IM FEELING REALLY CHEESY SO I'M MAKING THIS ABOUT ANNIVERSARY GIFTS they both end up getting each other jewelry (although kazu was really really nervous bc he wasn't sure if misumi would wear it). kazu gets misumi a bracelet (with triangles, of course although misumi only wears it sometimes because he doesn't want to lose it) and misumi gets kazu a pair of triangle earrings "so we can match!" and kazunari combusts at the implications

EXTRA 4: sharing clothes THEY'RE ACTUALLY AROUND THE SAME SIZE (and tend to wear baggier stuff barring kazu's skinny jeans)... but they have completely different Styles so it's still really obvious when steal each other's stuff ahdjajdkaf. as cute as kazu would look in sumi's sweatshirt i think the much more likely scenario is kazu wrapping misumi in his jackets because this boy nEVER BRINGS HIS ANYWHERE anyway just. accidental shared wardrobe misukazu.

EXTRA 5: lake house au consider: kazunari living in a house on the shore of a lake for a summer for Art Purposes (and a little bit for Dealing With Life purposes but he's not gonna admit that) and meets his lake neighbor misumi who kazu thinks might be a ghost or spirit for a while but he actually just lives further down the lake and misumi unknowingly helps kazu with his Life Issues and maybe they fall in love

#a3 #misukazu #kazumisu #ikaruga misumi #miyoshi kazunari #a3!#act! addict! actors!#headcanons #ernb its me

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honey-bri-books · 5 years ago

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Golden Time: CasDean

Focusing on Dean and Castiel’s conversation over the phone. Added inner monologue, fluff. SPN fan fic.

Based on Supernatural episode 15 x 06, written by show creator Eric Kripke. Directed by John F. Showalter.

*****

One of the many cell phones being charged is currently ringing. Dean searches through the pile of phones, at the bunker. He can barely see through his bleary vision, having just woken up from another nap. Finally, he locates the correct phone, checking the label to make sure of the alias he’s to portray. While their Bobby used to be the main boss when it came to backing up hunter aliases on “the job”, AU Bobby declined the position when Sam and Dean offered it to him. He leapt at the opportunity to train new hunters in combat and boxing, but got nervous at pretending to be an official fed. Now, the Winchester Brothers were first to call, whenever difficulties with fake IDs came up. Dean answers as quickly as he can, before the person on the other end hangs up.

DEAN: This is Assistant Director Kaiser.

The sheriff calling raises an eyebrow. He wasn’t really expecting anyone to pick up on the other end. He actually has to take the phone away from his ear and stare at it, wondering if he was hearing correctly. He looks up at the man in the tan trench-coat, with dark hair, standing in front of him. This man really is FBI. Well... The sheriff clears his throat.

SHERIFF: Er, ahem...This is Sheriff Alderoy. Just checking on Agent Worley? He keeps his eyes on Castiel, who has turned slightly away at this point. He appeared to be uncomfortable, for some reason.

Back at the bunker, Dean hesitates for only a moment... wondering. Worley, for Christ’s sake. Only one person would ever..[Sigh]....Cas, where are you? He considers hanging up, even while replying Put my agent on the phone please. He can hear the sheriff saying something to Cas for a moment, then...

CASTIEL: Hello. […….] Dean waits to hear his name but Cas is silent. Really? That’s how it’s gonna be, huh? While probably unprofessional for an agent to refer to his superior by a first name, Cas had never really cared to follow that rule, when undercover, when Dean was on the other end of the line. Well, fine! This’ll be short and to the point. For the best anyway, right?

DEAN: [Carefully] Cas? Sam’s been trying to call you. Even though he probably would never see Castiel again, he had to know that Cas would be alright on his own. He didn’t sound like he was in any real trouble, at the current moment. Right now, Cas didn’t sound like anything. Not angry, not worried...just tired. He had mentioned his powers were failing him, before leaving. Was he human at this point? Castiel sounds gruffer than usual, almost like when he and Dean first met.

CASTIEL: [Curtly] I know.

DEAN: Did you check his messages?...

CASTIEL: Nope. Castiel fixes his eyes on the blinds on the window behind the sheriff, trying not to envision Dean back at the bunker, his eyes..He sounds tired. Has he been sleeping poorly? Castiel presses his lips together in a grim line, trying to suppress the urge to ask Dean if he's alright.

DEAN: Right, smart. Why would you? Why bother with this? I should just hang up right now. He didn’t expect me to ask to speak with him when he gave the sheriff this number. Screw ‘im. I don’t need this. Still, Dean can’t seem to make himself walk away from the call. He can’t hang up, yet. Still unsure about how it all worked with Chuck controlling them all, maneuvering the puppet strings, Dean knew he’d never get back to sleep unless he was sure that Cas was fully aware of what was going on.

DEAN: Look, I don’t know if you care or not but, uh...God (Chuck) is back on the board, so watch yourself. Why are your powers failing you, now? How bad has it gotten? How are you protecting yourself? Are you being careful, wherever you are? What do you need? The list of things Dean wants to ask Castiel is endless. Instead he chooses to end the conversation then and there, so he doesn’t hear Castiel hanging up on him. And check your damn messages.. [Click]

Castiel doesn’t know how to receive Dean’s news. A combination of Dean’s nonchalance to the matter, the lifelessness of his voice, the pain of it all. What really moved Castiel the most was the fact that Dean told Cas to “watch himself”, before quickly hanging up. And Chuck...He never left. How long have Dean and Sam known? Why doesn’t Dean sound like he even cares?

Castiel had accepted the fact that Dean no longer saw him as an ally or friend. They could barely work together in a situation like the one he was currently in at the Sheriff’s office, miles apart and over the phone. But it never occurred to Castiel that Dean had completely given up on himself, that he ceased to care about who he is, forgotten the good he and his brother have done over the years. Dean sounded as if he hoped he died on the job. Dean, stop this. Stop hurting yourself... The sheriff raises an eyebrow at Castiel. Cas quickly pretends to rub dust out of his eye, to catch a tear before the Sheriff can see it. He needed to get some air..

CASTIEL: [Confusedly pretending to react to something his Superior told him] Yes Sir. Thank you Sir! He slams the phone down, and swings his arms around nervously. To the Sheriff: If you could reserve a place for me to go over those case-files in private, I’d be much obliged. I’m stepping outside for a moment, but will return shortly. Cas turns on his heels and heads towards the nearest exit, ignoring the sheriff’s protests.

Cas ducks down an alley and behind a dumpster. As soon as he’s out of sight, his legs give out from underneath him. He slumps to the ground, leaning against the brick wall behind him, covered with graffiti. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Dean. Whatever you’re thinking to yourself right now, just stop! This world needs you... and Sam...Castiel opens his eyes, remembering what Dean had said. He reaches for his phone, checking Sam’s messages. There are several new ones, since the last time he looked at his phone.

Of course, Castiel had lied to Dean when he told him he’d been ignoring Sam’s texts. He’d just never returned them. Cas couldn’t stand the idea of calling Sam and hearing him pick up on the other end, sounding hopeful, relieved that Castiel was alright because he’d been worried. It wasn’t fair to Sam, and it wasn't right.

When Castiel listens to Sam’s message about Dean and his encounter with Lilith, he springs to his feet. He nearly drops his phone as he races to his car parked in front of the police station. He’s half-sitting in the driver’s seat when he remembers what he’s doing at the police station to begin with. Cas slowly gets out of the car and leans against it, taking several moments to think. He couldn’t abandon the town like this. The people here had been too accepting of his presence, too kind. Seeing the despair and anguish on Andy’s face that morning at the store, hearing a mother’s pained plea for Castiel’s help...He couldn’t leave, not yet.

His first instinct was to get back to Sam and Dean as quickly as he could. Dean would hate him for the rest of their lives, he would tear Cas apart, and talk down to him whenever they were in the same room together, but Castiel didn’t care. He knew he couldn’t run away from something as big as the Winchesters were facing. Still...

Cas looks back down at the phone still clutched in his hand. The case he was working was unsolved, and the people in charge of protecting the community, they were basically uncaring. He wonders what Sam or Dean would do if they were in his place?

Minutes later, he’s in a room at the police station, looking over the files he’d requested from the Sheriff, and a local map. There was a pattern with the attacks happening near Jenny Lake. Castiel grabs the map and his trench coat and leaves the police station, without bothering to alert the sheriff or his assistant at the front desk. After checking the directions on the map once more, he gets in his car and pulls away.

Castiel knew he needed to investigate this case further, before even thinking of going back to the bunker. But he would return to be there for Sam and Dean, eventually. Not because Dean or Sam asked for his help, not because Chuck was making him, not because Dean sounded like he might be getting sick, or because going back was the right thing for Castiel to do. He would return to Sam and Dean because the Winchesters were his home. The only home he would ever know....and he wasn’t going to watch it crumble without a fight. He’d given his life for them before, and he would do it again...over and over again...Castiel would beg to be let into the Empty, if it meant Dean and Sam had even the slightest chance at Paradise.

******

The End

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robertisbisexual · 5 years ago

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I see all these will sonny Paul stuff on your blog and have no idea what happened. What’s the story there? Who’s who? Who forgot about who? I’m sorry this is just me being so confused! X

Welcome to a crash course in gays of our lives anon [because days doesnt know what a bisexual is or a wlw tbh]

also NEVER APOLOGIZE i love talking about Paul and Will and sometimes Sonny.

Will is the blond man, Paul is the Asian man, and Sonny is obviously the remaining man.

Will and Sonny were the big ship back in the day and represented a lot of firsts in terms of queer rep in daytime soaps. And for the most part they had a pretty good relationship [theres the whole Will not coming out right away and managing to knock up Gabi thing but ultimately their trio parenting is very cute and I like their family so \ o/ ]

Now Chandler [the blond man in all the gifs i reblogged] decided to leave and they recasted the character. It was... a choice that some liked and some didnt. I didnt really have strong feelings on it because I barely watched at that time and I never really cared about Wilson all that much.

But you see days is a soap that LIVES on love triangles [if you dont have some sort of relationship drama youre probably only gonna be on screen one day a week tbh] and so eventually they brought in Paul.

I am very Paul biased and I aint sorry about it.

Paul was introduced as a closeted major league baseball player in Salem for a fancy surgery and we eventually found out he was [in a retcon i believe] Sonnys first love but they broke up cuz he wouldnt come out etc etc. It caused some drama llama because days is gonna days.

Eventually Will banged Paul for the scoop story on him being a gay man and cheated on Sonny to do so and then when Sonny and Will were i think broken up and definitely not in a good place period the show decided “lets murder will and let the viewers see it from his POV”

It did not go over well. Like not even with just fandom it went over bad everywhere because Will was a legacy character people watched grow up and is a child of two of the most important families in Days history and it was... the worst. just a dumb dumb thing [side note he was kinda murdered by Ben, current days heartthrob fgdsdsgdf]

So in the wake of that Paulson rose from dead Wilson ashes. And people loved it! Like ok sure not all wilson fans loved it because shippers and monoshipping but the general audience loved the the sl and Paul.

It lasted ... years. like the build to them getting married was LONG.

And then we found out Chandler was coming back because the only thing days loves more than love triangles is bringing someone back from the dead. So surprise Ben didnt actually kill will because a magic days potion thing saved him? just made him seem dead? idk its confusing.

Ben crashed a wedding and yelled about Will being alive and even tho Wilson weren't even together when Will died and we’d spent years now watching Sonny fall big time loe in love with Paul the SECOND he heard Will was alive it was like Paul whomst?

A buncha angst happened, paul looked sad alot, and they found Will alive only Will thought he was EJ [his step dad, its a long story] and had no memories of anyone. People convinced him to move back to Salem and to try and remember and in a big ass disservice to Sonnys character the writers made him a lil turd bucket who dumps Paul and then just sorta assumed him and Will will be together.

Except amnesia Will had only one goal in his newly discovered new/oldlife: to get smashed into next year by beautiful Paul.

This man literally divorced [idk how you need to get divorced when youve been declared legally dead and Sonny was literally about to get married a few weeks prior but whatever days you do you] sonny for a CHANCE at that sweet sweet paul action.

Paul was VERY hesitent about Will because he still loved Sonny and even if Sonny didnt want to be with him he didnt want to hurt Sonny. IMO the writing for Sonny here is awful tbh and they made him both way to aggressive in his attempts to be with Will and cold in his treatment of Paul. It was like a light switch got flipped from “loves paul” to “loves will” and there was no inbetween [this is an issue they duplicated with Will months later and it was imo just as poorly done]

What came next was Paul and Will growing closer and fallin in love and I WOULD LITERALLY DIE FOR THEM but like even the most diehard horita shipper knew that eventually will x sonny would happen.

And not too long after Will and Paul shared the i love yous and basically moved in together etc etc Will started his journey of recovering his memories and Paul was CLEARLY nervous about it but supportive and helpful because hes just a soft good human tbh and Will repeatedly told him nothing would change [but we knew rip]

Except as soon as Will got his full memories back he had that light switch flip himself and literally seconds after having memories back was like “time to dump paul“

except dumbass paul with a heart of gold literally tackled someone out a window of a mansion to save Wills mom from being hurt and ended up paralyzed because apparently days only knows how to write men of color out by paralyzing them [ because they LITERALLY just did this exact exit with another character not even a year before this but i digress] so Will felt guilty and stayed with Paul, though not too guilty because he kept making out with Sonny in public places and getting reamed for it by Pauls brother Brady.

Then Paul ... figured it out? Or Will finally fessed up I cant really remember tbh I sorta blocked it out because it was ...not well written. Anyways they broke up and literally a day later Paul was like ok bye dad and brother im moving back to san fran for fancy medical treatment see ya whenever and just left lmao without even saying goodbye to anyone else.

and now we’re at the point where days clearly has no idea what to do with only 2 gay men and no triangle because all they've done since Paul left is that Sonny was blackmailed into marrying guest character Leo, also a gay man, who they thought they’d killed months before [and paul helped them cover up I believe because he's perfect] but surprise you didnt and now you gotta be married and stay apart because... reasons.

And then Leo finally left and they were free of that only now Will has a brain tumor as a side effect form the magic serum stuff that gave him his memories back but they’re only ever on like one day a week and I gotta be honest its so boring anon.

I miss Paul and also Will's personality and I wish they’d both come back.

and that’s what you missed on glee.

#days of our lives #horita

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musicanddancingthroughlife · 6 years ago

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Thunderstorm -- Shklance

K this is a little late in coming, sorry. it’s one i started ages ago and only just now finished and it is absolutely not beta read so i apologize again, this time in advance for how poorly it’s probably been written. um in other news my boyfriend and i have been talking about marriage and so in addition to everything else stressing me out we’re planning a wedding and by we i mean me and not him and so im just a mess honestly. anyway have a story. and please feel free to send me other prompts please? I’m almost officially out of finished fics, i just have that one shklance series i was kind of working on, an unfinished shklance sugarbaby au and some klance piece that looks like its going to be a multichapter fic except im scared of commitment so now im ignoring it lol. I also have a klance version of this fic that i might finish and post in the future. im also looking to start on a MCU stevetony or stevebucky or stuckony fic if i ever get my crap together *shrug* i think that’s everything i wanted to say so im shutting up, hope you enjoy :)

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Thunderstorm

Thunder cracked ahead, low and booming, threatening. Lance whine and curled up into an even smaller ball, a seemingly impossible task, ye tin his desperation, he managed. He tried to simultaneously clamp a hand dover his mouth and cover his ears with his hands, torn between muffling himself and the terrifying noise from outside. His heart ached. He had once loved thunderstorms – loved the rain, the petrichor, the sight of the angry sea, with its rolling waves, the way the storm seemed to reach deep inside him and tug on his own heart. Snuggling into bed with his parents as a child, and later with all his siblings as he comforted them through the storm as his parents once did for him. But that was before Voltron.

Before the whole war had started, before all the battles and deaths. Before the fear. Before the explosion.

After so many months out in space, they’d finally returned to earth, only to encounter a raging thunderstorm. Faced with such dangerous conditions (Allura specifically seemed nervous about flying through the storm) and combined with everyone’s exhaustion (thanks to several skirmishes along the way, and everyone’s lack of sleep from excitement at being so close to home), it was decided that they would each land and wait out the storms in their own lions. Thought, Lance was the only one both awake and alone. Or maybe it just felt like that. But, no, the comms were on. Like any of them would allow anything less, not after finally getting Shiro and Keith back.

Even over the storm, Lance could make out Hunk’s snoring, so he was out. Pidge’s video feed showed she’d finally knocked out, too. Allura and Coran in Blue were holding a quiet conversation, and though Lance couldn’t hear or see them, he knew Shiro and Keith were sheltered together in Black. Another squeak left him before he groaned again, a few tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. Keith was an entirely different problem. Honestly, would it have killed him to maybe just say hi when he first came back? It wasn’t like Lance was asking for a full-blown makeout session (not that he would’ve said no), he just wanted a hi. Maybe a hug. But noooo. Shiro was always the priority for Keith. Not that Lance could blame him. If it ever came down to him or Shiro, he’d choose Shiro, too. But still… Whatever. It was fine. It was going to be fine. He was going to keep quiet and keep still and when this storm ended he’d clean up and bounce back, ready to get back to Earth with his friends. Moving on. Probably never see Shiro or Keith again, when they went their separate ways, so that’s fine. It was fine. It was –

There was another crack of thunder and Lance yelped again, sobbing pathetically as he lay helpless on the floor. His comms were muted, thank goodness, but he couldn’t help wishing that the others would care enough to come for him and help him, comfort him in some way. But this was fine. He was going. To. Be. Fine.

“Lance?” Lance choked down on another sob, hardly daring to believe the whisper he thought he’d heard. No, he’d imagined it. Because he’s just that desperate. And pathetic. Right.

“Lance.” Lance cracked his eyes open and was able to see the outline of Keith’s face in the dim lights from within Red.

“Keith?” Damn. His voice was hoarse. So quiet. So pathetic. Ugh. Keith didn’t seem to notice, though, so Lance was grateful to him for that.

“Red felt uneasy, like something was wrong. She’s not used to dealing with emotions, I think,” Keith tried to joke, but Lance only felt guilt settle heavier on him.

“Oh. Sorry. I’ll uh. I’ll try to keep it down then, ya?” Lance chuckled, though it came out more like a muffled sob, and more tears fell from his eyes, slipping down his face and across his cheek uncomfortably. He shifted to sit up, wiping the tears off as he did so.

“Hey, no, that’s not what he meant.” And holy heck was that Shiro? Lance peered up carefully, amazed that not only had Keith come, but Shiro had, too. He saw Keith frown, concern shining in his eyes. Why was he concerned? Lance was fine. Just then, Red growled, sending a shiver through both boys.

“I didn’t mean that you should hide it, Lance,” Keith continued. “What’s wrong? I thought… I thought you loved the rain. We figured you would’ve been thrilled to spend some time here, so why’re you sad?” Shiro joined in, “Are you happy we’re so close to Earth…? But then… why are you laying on the floor, hiding?”

Lance watched in fascination, storm around them almost forgotten, as Keith and Shiro rambled on, sometimes even talking over each other in their eagerness to help Lance. It almost didn’t even register in Lance’s mind that they had asked him a question, until he noticed they were both standing above him, looking at him expectantly and with worry.

“Oh! Um ya I’m great! Perfect! Totally fine!” But another bellow of thunder made Lance flinch back, biting his lip to hold back another whimper. Why did they have to come to talk to him now, of all times? There had been plenty of other opportunities where Lance hadn’t looked like a major crybaby, but hey. Truth hurts and all that. Whatever.

More thunder rumbled above them, and Lance tried to swallow back the sobs as he turned around a curled up in a ball, at least managing to avoid eye contact with the other two. Or at least, he had avoided eye contact, until Shiro reached down and scooped Lance up into his arms. Lance attempted to squirm at first, but quickly gave in, instead gripping Shiro’s shirt in his fists, clinging tightly and hiding his face in his chest. Shiro soothed his quiet, distressed noises, even as he settled himself on the floor, Lance sideways on his lap, still leaning against Shiro, huddling as close as he could possibly get. Keith sat down next to them, leaning over to stretch Lance’s legs across his own. He massaged the tight, tense muscles, joining Shiro with soft words of comfort and praise.

Together, the two waited with Lance, waited until the storm had let up and the thunder had faded into the distance. By then, Lance had finally relaxed. Though he still hid, the whimpers had been exchanged for somewhat steady breaths, shaky sighs interspersed amongst them. The room had been so quiet and still for so long that initially it took Keith and Shiro some time to realize that Lance was talking to them.

“It was the explosion. I know it. Was years ago. I know that. I know I’m stupid. Weak. Pathetic. Shouldn’t still be hung up on such a stu-“

“Stop.” Keith broke in. “Stop it, Lance, because you’re not stupid. You’re not. You’re incredible. And so, so strong.”

Shiro nosed at Lance’s hair as Lance paused to take in a deep, shaky breath before continuing as if Keith hadn’t interrupted. “The explosion on the castle. With Coran. The thunder sounds just like it.” And the minute they realized what Lance meant, they were back to touching him, soothing him, quieting him. Reassuring. Because even if they hadn’t quite talked about it yet, Lance was theirs. Keith’s and Shiro’s. The team’s. He had a family that he needed to return to. He belonged to Earth, and to his friends. And they were damn well going to get him there.

#vld fic #shklance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #takashi shirogane #vld #voltron legendary defender #mywriting #jessi rambles #ummmm #thunderstorm #shklance fic #langst #comfort fic #crying #idk what else to tag as #and thats upsetting af

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flechxtte · 6 years ago

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normally i put a nice little organized cache of information before my fics but this one is just. a little snippet of an AU i got sent an ask for like. years ago. that i’ve been slowly pecking away at ever since. this is honestly as far as i’ve gotten. i have more planned, but. i’ll be honest, i’m not sure i’m ever going to actually Finish It rip

the prompt was shen and wolf boss in a high school AU, with a nerd/popular kid plot kinda thing going on :v

as. per usual on my blog, i use the name ‘huan’ for wolf boss lies down

"How did you even get into tutoring, if you hate it so much?"

The scritch of the red pen stops mid-stroke. There are red marks and lines, neat, severe, littered all over his double-spaced essay (Shen had insisted on a typed draft). It's a wonder the peacock can understand what he's written at all.

Red eyes are leveled at him next, rolled up to him as if having to gaze upon a very poorly constructed art project (yet another subject Huan has little doubts Shen would be quick to brutally criticize).

"It was my parents' idea," Shen eventually answers, gaze drifting back down to the paper before him. Huan watches him read through a line once, twice, before grimacing and striking one neat line through it. "Cultivating a desire to assist others, in their own insipid words. Another worthless tic on a resumé I'll never need, more like."

It's been four months since Huan started seeing Shen for homework assistance. In that time, Huan has learned he's so far been the longest tutee the peacock has had. He's been wanting to ask that question now for weeks. The answer is a little less inspiring than he had hoped.

He leans back in his chair, bored, and wonders if Shen is the type to tip people in precarious positions over. After a moment, he decides the peacock absolutely is and brings all of his chair legs back to the ground.

Shen has all the makings of a 'popular kid.' His parents are rich. He has the attitude to go with it. He comes to school in clean, pressed clothes and steps out of a luxury foreign car to do so. He is easy on the eyes. He talks back to teachers in a way most of them would only dream of. But in a strange twist of fate, Huan has seen him ostracized.

Having spent some time with the peacock, Huan can't say he's surprised: Shen is deeply unpleasant company. He is blunt, impatient, and distressingly... mean. He doesn't care for parties and seems actively insulted by attempts to befriend him. More than that, he displays an almost single-minded devotion to academics. Huan finds it baffling.

A long sigh brings him back to the present. Shen is tapping his pen against the wood of his desk and staring down at the essay. He hasn't made it to the bottom yet; it seems he's given up on making notes.

"...were you... possibly drunk when you wrote this abomination? This is just barely F-worthy material. And I think that's being generous."

"What?!" Huan snatches the paper out from under Shen's beak, looking over the marks and trying to make sense of whatever this strange-looking 'P' symbol is.

"There's no way it was that bad-- come on."

"The marks don't lie."

"No, but they get pretty picky sometime- like this- what is this? 'Copious?' What's wrong with it? It's spelled right!" And he'd been quite proud of the fact he'd used a less recognizable word, at that.

"But it's not used correctly. The sentence sounds moronic."

"...oh, whatever. I think it sounds fine."

Shen crosses his arms, staring up at Huan with a rather flat, unimpressed expression.

"You wrote the bulk of this at a party and then just plugged in 'pretty' words this morning before you got here, didn't you?"

Huan swallows thickly before he gives a nervous, disarming chuckle.

"...well, it was... a pretty awesome party."

If anything, Shen's expression seems to sour even further, until he looks downright frustrated.

"But was some party worth this sub-par grade? Come on, think for once, would you?!"

Huan's ears lay flat against his head at this-- the peacock has his way of touching nerves.

"Look, I know you. Your standards are way higher than any of the teachers'. What grade would they give this? And don't give me any of your crap."

It's a long silence that stretches out before Shen's answer. Huan can see he doesn't want to answer at all, but he doesn't let up, staring the peacock down.

"...they'd probably give it a C. A low C," Shen adds belatedly.

"See? So, what's the big deal-- a C is a passing grade. I'm good with that!"

"You're impossible. Fine! Make your mediocre grades-- I'm sure they'll go splendidly with your future as a harried, overworked burger flipper who can barely write his own resumé. Maybe administration will see your shitty marks and come to the conclusion that I can't tutor worth my salt and finally take me off this position while they're at it!"

Huan doesn't answer for a long time, and silence settles between them like a sticky sheet of wax paper. It isn't that he's waiting for an apology. That's part of what makes Shen so infuriating-- he does not apologize. Not for anything he says or does, no matter how cruel. Does the peacock realize that predicting his fellow student's future to be so poor and ill-fated while he himself sits on a fortune and a comfortable financial security to look forward to is more than a little callous? Huan has his doubts.

The question remains, then, why Huan continues to come to these 'lessons', if they accomplish nothing more than to see him berated and abused by a student who is in all honesty a couple months younger than he is. The truth is he isn't entirely sure himself. Some of it is curiosity. Shen is unpleasant in an extreme way, a way that doesn't seem possible for someone so young. Huan finds himself wondering sometimes, just what had to have gone wrong for Shen's demeanor to form this way. But there's something else-- something he's only caught glimpses of.

"You should see if you can get him sweet on you," one of his friends had suggested two months ago, after the first time Shen had shown a glimmer of that something else, and Huan, in a daze, had told him about it. "Then we can have a rich friend. Betcha he wouldn't know what to do about it-- we could bleed 'im dry soon as he turns eighteen."

Huan had laughed at the time, though even then he'd known such a plan wouldn't work. Shen wasn't used to having friends, but he was also fiercely in control. At even the smallest intrusion of personal space, the peacock would be quick to throw out everything positive about their relationship and abandon it. Huan had no doubts about that.

#;typewriter ghost

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falloutstasis · 4 years ago

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i know i haven’t put out pictures of ripley kaiba but heres some hcs about my yugioh gx au and some of the characters mentioned in it. for now this is all i have to write, but i’ll get to other characters too, like jaden, alexis, bastion, seto, mokuba, etc. its under read more cause it’s long!!

in general hc about this au

this entire au is a big mix of yugioh gx, the og yugioh, and DSOD (which its based on the manga). so im picking them apart to make this au.

seto is 25 in this au and mokuba is 19. they are a bit older in this au.

in this au, seto is a little more involved. every year he’ll check up on Duel Academy, as well as South, West, East, and North Academy. mokuba would tag along too, just so he can see her sister.

considering how well he’s doing as president of KC, he was also the brains behind the academy's so he made preparations to make these schools for duelists when he was 21. three months after seto turned 23, duel academy was already built, then North, South, East, and West Academy in that order later that year.

this au will be using cards that are never seen before in gx like synchro, xyz, pendulum, and link monsters just so things are written more easier to me and to make an excuse for ripley having a rokket deck cause wow i love that deck so much (i have the IRL cards as well haha).

mokuba does duel in this au and he uses a thunder dragon deck shown in duel links (this is from the DSOD world and i think OG world has him a blue eyes deck I think??? not sure).

this au sets two years after DSOD! (ripley was 14, mokuba was 16, and seto was 23 then)

jaden does have yubel after they fuse together with super polymerization in this au.

season 4 of yugioh never happened in this au because the entire thing is just poorly written. they done mai dirty in the season. (but they’ve done everyone dirty in the season tbh).

not sure if i want to do this but i am thinking about bringing the vrains characters into this for a yugioh crossover of sorts, just cause 1) i really like vrains, 2) i kinda wonder what happens when someone has the same deck as the other duelist with ripley vs revolver (cause they both have the same deck) 3) in og yugioh they mention in two filler arcs about virtal reality, so the LINK VRAINS is basically another virtual reality or more so cyberspace than anything else that you can have an avatar for each person that goes to LINK VRAINS. so in this au, i might consider bringing LINK VRAINS as a cyberspace just for crossover purposes.

in this au, professor viper is alive because jaden saved him from falling off the platform they were in. after everyone returned to duel academy, viper is arrested for endangering the students and professors.

ripley kaiba

ripley is agender and her pronouns are she/her/they/them. she keeps this a secret and the only ones who know are seto, mokuba, chazz, bastion, alexis, shepard, crowler, and jim.

in contrast to her brother, seto, she’s laid back and quiet. most of the time lets her dueling do the talking for her when risen to the challenge. she’s rather hesitant to make friends because she did have her friendship betrayed before and people have made assumptions about her being stuck up as her older brother, leaving her isolated during school. but she did have a few friends and has made two best friends during school. bastion misawa and alexis rhodes. this is why bastion and alexis know each other when they arrive to duel academy. for some reason, she had no problems with making friends with jaden, because he knew bastion and alexis. no walls were up that are needed for their friendship

prior to this au, two years ago, ripley has won several local duel monsters tournaments in domino city, including a KC Grand Championship win. in said tournament, because she won the tournament her prize (other than winning a trophy) was facing yami yugi for the title of King of Games, but she lost to him. however, since she won the tournament itself, she is still awarded the trophy for winning the KC Grand Championship. for this tournament, she used a deck used that was based around dragons. but the rokket deck wasn’t built until a year after the KC Grand Championship.

when she arrives at duel academy, she starts off in the Ra Yellow dorm. this would last until her third semester, where she ranked up to an Obelisk Blue.

she can see duel monster’s spirits, even her own duel monster spirit, Kaibaman. she had the card when she was a kid and he usually comes up when having a chat with her or needing some advice.

ripley has a rokket deck when she joins duel academy, just to follow the theme of having a dragon deck like her brothers. she does have other decks including a magnet warrior deck, an aroma deck, vendread, and three fan made decks called the ‘Star’ deck, Geo Dragon Deck, and Phantom Dragon Deck. The Star deck is a deck that’s based around Space, the solar system, ands constellation. Cards of said deck may or may not be based off of other characters of cartoons, anime, video games, etc, for a spacey twist. Geo Dragon deck is based on rock minerals and based on the periodic table as the entire deck is a rock type monsters as dragons. Phantom Dragons are based on various ghosts and demons in various mythology.

in the first school semester of Duel Academy, Ripley is 16 years old, 17 years old in the second semester, and 18 years old in the third semester. However, after Season 3 when everyone was back from the Other Dimension. She transfers schools and goes to South Academy a month later (when Season 4 starts i think???). the whole ordeal left her stressed, extremely nervous, and had a series of panic attacks whenever she’s remembered the incident.

something to think about if i add it: i’ve been playing around with an idea where she has an old device or ancient artifact that she found when she was little and there’s a soul that’s been trapped in there for centuries. not necessary a past incarnation, but like a ghost companion that follows ripley around. kinda like how astral is with yuma. there she’ll have like two companions. this and kaibaman. maybe like a barian ghost??? or an entirely different entity??? im in the process of fleshing this out tho.

ripley, zane, syrus, alexis, bastion, and chazz all went to the same school together before they went to duel academy. that’s why they all more or less know each other.

jim crocodile cook

since the anime or manga doesn’t mention his age, i’m gonna hc him as 16 in his first semester of South Academy, 17 years old in the second semester, and 18 in the third semester. however, the manga does say his birthday is March 14 so that’s his birthday in this au.

in the English dub, he’s Australian so i’m keeping that in this au.

after the other dimension incident, he goes straight back to south academy, along side the other overseas champions to go to their respective school on the same boat.

he was a little bit quiet and reserved than usual, even around shirley. even so shirley still kept him company just as before. that duel with the supreme king left him with nightmares sometimes and he would wake up so suddenly in the middle of the night.

since jim’s eye of orichalcum when it was used to bring jaden back to his old self, he has an eye patch to cover up his eye.

when he gets out to get some fresh air, sometimes he’ll catch ripley out at night too. so the two would just talk about their day and whatever was on their mind. in south academy there is a small beach area and they duel there sometimes to take their mind off of the stress they previously had.

he has parents, its just that in this au his parents have neglected him when he was younger. before he would go home to his foster parents, he had the eye injury and the eye of orichalcum over his said injury. his foster parents had no idea what to do with shirley, who had been following him since he saved her and were very concerned every time she would go near him. they trust Shirley enough for her to be with Jim when he went to enroll to South Academy with her.

his foster parents adore jim and they are both geologists and paleontologists in their own right.

#my yugioh gx au #that whole hc with jims foster parents trusting shirley #i just #i just went with that even though it doesn't entirely make sense haha #also i'll get to other characters and some other in general hcs for this au #for now its this #basically this au is 'what if seto and mokuba have a little sister'#also this is a god damn mess im sorry #i'll try and get a time table for this au when i figure stuff out haha #my yugioh gx au hc

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graciecatfamilyband · 7 years ago

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Be Gone, KFKD

The other day, @lajulie24 made a post about that radio station that plays in creator's ears and talks sh*t about them, termed KFKD by Anne Lamott in one of her classic books on writing). You can and should read @lajulie24 's beautiful post on this and plea for fellow fanfic writers to continue to write through the radio noise here. Here is a relevant excerpt, however:

KFKD (yes, that’s short for K-Fucked) is a concept from Anne Lamott in her book on writing, Bird by Bird. (It’s a great book, incidentally.) It’s an imaginary radio station that plays in every writer’s—nay, every artist’s—ears. In one ear: concertos and symphonies about how insanely talented and special and misunderstood and gifted one is and all the accolades and talk show appearances and words of praise that will be coming one’s way; in the other, the greatest hits of every mistake one has made over a lifetime, songs of doubt, hymns of self-loathing, warning tones that soon the jig will be up and everyone will find out what an utter worthless fraud one is.

...sometimes it just wants to play and play and play and make us simultaneously doubt ourselves and feel underappreciated and unseen.

I wanted to share some strategies I myself use to help turn down KFCK, just in case they could benefit anyone else. I’d also love other people to comment or reblog with their strategies!

I also tried to stick to “I” language more than “you” language since this is just what works for me. Sorry if I bore you with too much detail about my writing process or come off as self-centered as a result D: (and for the self-talk that calls me a “we” not crazy, I promise. Or am I....?).

Some Strategies I Find Helpful for Turning Down KFCK:

1. Tapping In To Why I Write

Maybe this is because I see myself as a "new" writer- I don't know that I've written fiction on the page in the last 10 years, and even then, it was very rare for me (although I have years of 'in my head' practice) but every story I write begins with a question: "Can I do this?"

Sometimes I'm more confident as I sit down to type my first brainstorm or draft ("Yeah, i totally can") sometimes less, but I have to confess, I'm never totally sure.

And I really do genuinely want to find out.

There are even times I truly feel like the answer is, "No, I can't do this."

Then I tell myself, "Well, it feels that way, but we did this much and it's not finished yet. I bet we can at least finish it even if it's not what we want. Even if it's so far from what we want that we think it's a failure. Actually, that's a really interesting question- if I can't actually do this, what WILL it look like when it's finished? Will it be a failure? What does that even mean, if it's finished? That's at least worth finding out, because I'm really curious."

So far, this approach has helped me finish, and at the end I haven't failed by any of my own personal standards!

2. Knowing My Writing Process

At some point- usually at least at two point- I will hate whatever I'm writing. This is not linked to whatever is on the page; sometimes it happens when my draft is still very weak, but just as often it happens when there's a lot of great stuff going on and there are some fixable problems. It's not really about what's on the page; it's usually about where I'm at. The draft is looking different than I imagined (LITERALLY ALWAYS), or I'm not sure if I can do the next step well, or I've been working too much on it at once and need a break, or my brain is just Doing The Thing.

I have learned this by watching myself and noticing that I cycle, kind of like this:

IDEA. --> BRAINSTORM/FREEWRITING. THIS IS GONNA BE KILLLLEEER YAS. --> Omg wait. Is this great or terribly stupid? I literally can't tell. Omg. If I can't tell, it's stupid. It's stupid. But I kind of like it? No, it's terrible. --> okay, well, we're gonna keep working and see what happens --> Not bad not bad --> OMG ITS STUPID --> OMG IM ON FIRE I LOVE IT --> Not bad Not bad --> I HATE THIS PIECE I WILL NEVER LIKE IT --> Nice job, self, really nice job.

It varies a lot, but that's a good gist.

The great thing about knowing this cycle is that- while the emotions are always there- they have much less power. "Oh, hello, Hatred. You were bound to show up eventually. Why don't you sit in this corner and have some tea while Mommy works, huh?" Hating what I'm writing (at least in this short-term way I'm describing) DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING IS UNUSUALLY WRONG WITH THE PIECE AT WHATEVER STAGE I'M IN. Its just my brain's roadblock it tries to throw up. Which means I can ignore it rather than engage with it. "Shhh, Hatred, play quietly, Mommy's working."

For those of you who have seen How I Met Your Mother, it's like the tape jammed into Marshall's car that only plays The Proclaimer’s 500 Miles. On road trips the characters love it and jam to it, they hate it and despair, they love it and jam to it, and hate it and despair, in an endless cycle.

Hating the song right now? As Marshall says, “Don’t worry… it comes around again”.

3. I Find a Friend - or Two - or Five

We hear this all the time, right? Find a beta who you trust to help you improve your work, blah blah blah, and while I can't emphasize the enough the truth and wisdom of that, it's not quite what I mean here.

I'm talking about cheerleaders and partners-in-crime. This can be the same person as a critical beta (although if so *I* let them know I don't need that part of them right now, I need them in a different, supportive role) or another person. The OMG YES friend. The person you can go to who will whisper DEW IT when you need it most.

"I was going to participate in this fandom thing, but I'm nervous. Let's do it together?" (This one works extra well if it's someone you want to read more from, muwahaha.)

"I have this idea. Do you think I should write it or nah?"

"I'm halfway through this story and I'm not sure if it's worth finishing. What do you think?"

My favorite kind of writing friend is the one who can tell me what I'm doing *well* as much as poorly, especially in an early draft when I'm not sure if the story has legs. "No, keep going, I really like what you're doing with X and I really want to know what happens with Y." "Omg that's such a funny bit. I'd love more of that." Etc.

4. What Do I Want, As A Reader? / What Would I Tell Another Author?

This one is pretty self-evident: If another writer came to me with the concerns I’m having, what would I say to them? If another writer were considering giving up on a piece because other writers had done something similar, what would I tell them?

I think most of us would note the reasons that we WOULD want a piece from another author! Most of us want to see that one trope in a new way for the 10th time because we love it, most of us love to see all the different creative takes on an idea, etc. Most of us are able to see this so clearly as readers, and struggle to see it as writers.

(I literally pretend I’m talking to another author / tell myself whatever I would tell them.)

4. How Might Another Author Feel If They Heard Me Talking This Way?

The flip side of the above thing is, what would someone who both a) wants to write themselves, and b) genuinely likes my writing, think if they heard me talking like this?

I know when I hear writers that I respect get down on themselves- especially really get down on themselves- it makes me feel like I shouldn’t be writing at all. If So-and-So’s stuff isn’t good enough, how could mine ever be?

I would never want to make someone feel that way if they were trying to write, so why would I say that kind of stuff to myself?

5. The There’s Always Someone Principal

I may think what I write is vastly inferior to So-and-So’s piece, but usually I find that for every two pieces that are similar or have similar themes, someone likes each of those pieces better than the other. It’s incredibly likely that someone out there may actually like mine better, insane though it might sound. There are all sorts of tastes out there! And really, usually: both pieces have significant things to offer.

(Also worth noting: Its possible- likely even- that that other author you feel intimidated by might feel intimidated by YOU.)

6. Telling Jokes to Myself (Sometimes About Myself)

If you ever see my posts apparently despairing about my writing process (like this one here), fear not! I'm just engaging in my tactic of making fun of myself while I write. LOL. Its not as toxic as it sounds (for me at least- if its toxic for you, DON’T DO IT)! I find that, for whatever reason, making fun of myself takes the pressure off 100% and lets me enjoy the writing process more. So if you see me doing it, feel free to like, feel free to ignore. Send encouragement if you literally can’t help it, but “haha, lol, writing is so weird” is a totally fine response!

#the brutality of writing #turning down KFKD #writing #fanfic life #please keep writing

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jambud-universe · 7 years ago

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Connverse Ballroom AU Fic

So, one of my headcanons somehow turned into another fic, i think the idea is really sweet, sorry if i executed it poorly, or if its not written well. i wrote it by impulse and it was almost 3am by the time it was finished.

Desc:

Connie lives in a castle, and is obligated to attend every ball that the kingdom holds. despite being a princess, shes quite shy and is never noticed. Connie has been stuck living in the castle for her entire life, and has never made a single friend or any one to notice her by result. now, every ball just reminds her of her emptiness, and is too stuck and anxious to meet anyone. this would be the first ball that is held after her 16th birthday. ~

Princess Connie slowly enters the room,passing around countless of happy people and couples dancing and talking. too afraid to talk to anyone,she decides to sit in the corner. the minutes passed by miserably, all that she could think about were all the strangers pointing and laughing at her, she felt as if she would mess everything up by trying to communicate. after almost an hour of being unnoticed,connie rushes away with tears rolling down her cheeks. she walks through an empty hallway and approaches a smaller and empty ballroom, the only thing that stood in front of her was an old piano. she sits in front of it silently for a few minutes before playing, then steadily starts to play a song,wordlessly singing her emotions, she didnt think she was that good, but she didnt expect anyone to hear from all those rooms away.

Several minutes pass as she continues her song. she didnt even notice the stranger admiring her from the doorway. he slowly walked towards her and sat next to her,hoping to be noticed, but she was too teared up and drowned in thought to see him. the stranger wanted to ask her what was wrong but he felt as if he shouldnt say anything. so he began to play with her instead, hoping to get his feelings of comfort and sympathy through his higher notes, compared to connie’s mournful solemn tone. connie opened her tearful eyes to see another pair of hands accompanying her and turned to see who could create such a wonderful tone. the young man wore a cheap pale colored suit and a black bow tie, with dress pants to match, it was casual at best. he didnt seem as rich or prestigious as her or the other guests, but she found it rather charming that he had the courage to go to the ball anyways,despite his unorthodox attire. connie started to realize she was staring at him when she noticed his warm gaze fixed on her, and found a strange, but genuine comfort in his deep blue eyes. he probably noticed how deeply her cheeks were flushing and how soft her eyes were looking back at him.

The stranger reached his hand around connie’s cheeks to wipe away her remaining tears. he spoke in a quiet, yet upbeat tone. “im-im sorry if i interrupted your song, i just heard you down the hall and couldn’t resist walking in...i just had to see you!” connie admired his shy politeness, but was still a bit puzzled. “why me? i’m not even sure who you are! why would you want me...?” the stranger returned his hand and rubbed it against his neck shyly. “im steven...i dont think you remember me. last month, at your birthday party, and everyone visited to offer gifts, i sang a song about you...i guess i wasnt good enough for you to notice me...” steven’s face was filled with embarrassment as he ended with a nervous laugh. “no, i remember you, i thought you were cute,i wish i knew how to play ukulele as good as you...i wanted to meet you after but my parents refused me to leave the castle. im glad i get to see you now” connie started to feel safe, just talking and being alone with the only person in the kingdom who noticed her. “i’ve never been to a ball.” steven continued “but when i heard about this one coming up, i just had to see you once more” he reached into his pocket and showed her a small box, as he opened it, a small bracelet with rose quartz gemstones was revealed to her. steven delicately lifted connie’s left arm and slid the bracelet onto her. the two blushed at once.“after i left the castle that day, i just couldnt get you out of my head for some reason... a- and i spent all night putting this bracelet together,just thinking about you wearing it. i just hope you like it...” connie stared at her gift in astonishment, “i- i dont know what to say...oh steven this is beautiful!” steven stood up, his face bright red from embarrassment. “well, it was inspired by you after all...”

steven then lifted his hand down to her. “princess connie, wont you share this dance with me?” his voice was sweet and playful, and connie took his hand without any hesitation, she just simply found him too adorable to resist! the two spent the rest of the night slow dancing alone in their small ballroom,talking and laughing. connie just wished to whatever was out there, that this night would never end.

#i havent made a fic in a long time #violet writes #steven universe #connverse #connverse fics #au #maybe connie will ask steven to be her knight afterwards #im not sure if this is good or not- but im posting it anyways

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