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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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4. Making friends 101

Genre: Yoongi x OC

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.4k

“Have you decided what you’re going to wear to this thing?”

I nearly jump out of my skin as a wild Sebastian wanders into my room. I’m still a little on edge from the stalker a few days ago.

“What thing?” I ask, folding my clothes as I repack my suitcase. We’ll be heading out tomorrow morning bright and early for Hong Kong. It’s quite the trip from Paris, and I wish that we could have scheduled things out a bit better. We’ll be in Asia for the next three weeks before having to turn around and come back to Europe.

From there, we’ll finally head back to the states for the final stages of promotions and the premier. Nobody was too happy about the revised schedule, but neither did they dare pass up extra promotions in Asia thanks to a certain K-pop group.

“You know...this festival we’re invited to.” Sebastian makes himself comfortable on my bed, smirking at my agonizingly organized suitcase. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”

As if I could forget about that. “It’s my most reliable source of anxiety, what would I do without it?” I chuckle sarcastically as I struggle with a thick sweater that refuses to lay flat.

The film festival has been on my mind quite a lot since I first found out that we were invited to it. While now I know what really happened; that it was Kim Seokjin that invited me and not Min Yoongi, I still can’t help but feel a pang of fear every time it’s brought up.

Really, the topic of what I’m going to wear to what may be the most awkward meeting of my entire life is at the bottom of my long list of worries.

“I’ve been thinking about what I’m going to wear.”

I raise my eyebrows at my friend. This is the most he’s hung around me for the past week, and I welcome the promise of banter. Heaven knows I could let off a little steam.

“Oh? Do tell.”

Sebastian stretches like a cat on the bed and I giggle at the sight. His eyes light up when he looks at me, imagining what else he could do to make me laugh.

“Here’s what I’m thinking. People over there are...stylish. Like, they wear edgy cool clothes all the time. So I’ve got to represent, you know? I’m thinking of raiding Saint Laurent or something in preparation for this festival. It sounds like it’s a pretty big deal over there. There’s bound to be lot’s of people.”

It’s not very often Sebastian gets super into fashion, but when he does, it’s a guaranteed laugh for everyone involved.

“Saint Laurent? That’s your whole paycheck, buddy.”

“Hey! Don’t ‘buddy’ me, you little weirdo. If you’re nice to me maybe I’ll take you along.”

I roll my eyes at his offer, however tempting. “No thanks. I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard, you know? Everyone is already expecting me to be tripping over my feet the second he walks in-”

“He? C’mon, Car. He’s not Voldemort, you can use his name.”

I flush when I realize that I’ve been purposefully avoiding speaking about Yoongi directly.

“Whatever. What I’m saying is that it’s already awkward enough. I don’t want to show up looking like a girl getting ready to go to her first prom.”

“Nonsense,” Sebastian hands me another sweater when I reach for it. “More like your second prom.”

He’s met with a sweater to the face.

“Shut up, you’re not even helping me with anything. Why are you in here?”

Sebastian makes a show of folding my sweater. “I’m in here to make sure you’re getting ready to leave tomorrow and that you aren’t passed out on the floor from anxiety or something.”

I wince from the unspoken words. Like before.

“Yeah, I’m ready. And I’m fine.”

He doesn’t look all that convinced, but lets it slide for now. “You know, things are only going to get more intense in Hong Kong. The closer we get to Seoul, the more intense things will become.”

“Not. Helping.”

🌙

I wish Sebastian didn’t have to be right all the time.

The second we get off the plane, it’s a madhouse. Like a literal madhouse. People are shoving, cameras flashing, and the questions are being yelled right into my ears. They’re mainly in English, a few in Cantonese, but there are quite a few in Korean as well. It’s easy enough for me to drown out the latter language, but the ones in English do their job well enough.

“Cara! Cara! Have you been in contact with Suga?”

“Are the two of you attending the festival together? What are you going to wear?”

“Just give us a smile, Cara! Cara!”

We don’t have a lot of security, only about three guys. Soon enough they’re surrounding me, and I am being moved along within a sea of black clothing and mumbled orders. I’m just able to crane my neck to see Sebastian pushing through the mess of reporters, tugging Rhea along behind him. She catches my eye contact and waves me forward.

I fight against the pang of guilt that hits me as I realize that this is all because of me. Never did I think that things would get this bad. I never thought that I would have to be surrounded on all sides by bodyguards.

By the time we’re shoved into the car waiting for us outside, I’m out of breath and so is everyone else.

Sebastian and Rhea share my car with me. I’m not sure whether I should try to sleep or apologize or resign-

“Cara?” Rhea’s hand grips mine as she gives me a reassuring squeeze. “You ok?”

I give her a shaky nod. “Y-yeah. I think I’m fine. We’re just going to the hotel, right?” I give out a sigh of relief when she confirms. Good. I could use a bed right around now. Especially because we spent a good chunk of our flight going over the promo schedule for Hong Kong and it looks like it’ll be pretty much nonstop starting tomorrow morning.

I hate to ask, but I also know that if there’s another stalker waiting for me in my rooms I won’t be able to sleep at all, no matter how tired I feel.

“Could we...check my room-”

“Already on it,” Rhea says with a sympathetic smile. “I sent a couple of people ahead of us to check all the rooms out. They should be done before we even get there, no worries.”

I relax a little, thanking her for her foresight. We fall into a groggy silence after a bit, the car ride from the airport to the hotel being about thirty minutes. Hong Kong is small, but it’s packed. With it comes traffic and bright shiny buildings that I can’t help but gawk at.

For living in the big city of Seoul for two years, I can’t help but be amazed at big cities like Hong Kong. They never get old.

I’m so distracted by those shiny buildings that I almost don’t notice my phone lighting up with an incoming call. Its vibrations finally pull me from my daze, and I smile as Bong-cha’s photo smiles up at me.

I took the photo for her on her first day of school after she changed programs. She’s grinning like an idiot in front of an intimidating building, holding up a big thumbs-up. Bong-cha has always hated the photo. She says she looks like a kindergartener on her first day of class. I agree, which is why it’s my contact photo for her. Purely just to piss her off.

“Wow the love of my life is calling me again? You must really miss me.”

Bong-cha’s laugh is either a beat too late or a touch too loud, but I notice it immediately. The knots in my stomach that were just beginning to untie themselves suddenly tighten up again.

“Yah, have you landed?”

Oh, right. I was supposed to text her when I landed. “Umm...yes. A little while ago. We’re in the car now.”

“I knew you’d forget to text me. You always do.”

“Hey, that’s not true! And you can’t blame me this time. The airport was a mess. I hardly had enough time to whip my phone out and text you when people were trying to claw their way down my throat.”

Again, she’s a second late in responding. “It was really bad, then? I was worried about that. You have bodyguards, right?”

“Yeah, we do. Just three, though. I felt bad, I had to ditch the rest of the crew to walk between the bodyguards. Everyone else had to fend for themselves.”

Now it’s silent for more than a few seconds, but something that sounds like hushed voices breaks it.

“That sounds hor-”

“Bong-cha, what’s going on over there? Are you at work or something?”

It’s as though I break some sort of spell, because suddenly a laugh tears through the silence, but I know it doesn’t belong to my friend.

Last I checked she doesn’t sound like a windshield-wiper when she laughs.

There’s something about it that has me furrowing my brows in a mixture of confusion and anger. Rhea and Sebastian share a look, not entirely sure what’s going on in my conversation but understanding my expression.

Bong-cha is in the middle of trying to explain. “Well, yeah, I’m at work. We got to talking about you traveling today and the boys wanted me to call you and check in on you and-”

“Am I on speaker phone?” Again, silence. I’m getting real sick of the silence. “Kim Bong-cha, I swear if you put me on speaker without even telling me, I’m going to catch the next flight to Seoul and-”

“Aaand there’s the Cara I know and love!” Bong-cha interrupts, confirming my fears. I’m definitely on speakerphone. “Please, we both know you’re too busy with work to come over here, even if it’s for a good cause like the one I’m sure you were about to explain. Also, the boys say hi.”

The boys. She says it so casually, as if we all went to high school together and are just checking in with each other to see how life has been.

“The boys? Like, all the boys? Also, you only called me because they told you to, and not because you were genuinely concerned for me? I see how it is, Bong-cha. That’s low.”

Before my friend can defend herself I hear a voice that sounds too much like a certain Kim Seokjin.

“You’re right, she is funny!”

I snort, fighting the blush on my cheeks. Am I really on the phone with BTS? What world is this?

“Is that Seokjin?” Even just saying his name makes me feel like a giddy middle schooler.

“Yeah,” Bong-cha responds.

“Well, you’d better watch out Seokjin. Once I’m done beating Bong-cha I’m coming after you.”

“M-me?” Jin has the sensibility to sound a little scared. “Why me?”

A dry laugh sounds, but I can’t tell who it belongs to. Few others have such a distinguishable laugh as Kim Seokjin.

“Bong-cha told me that it was you who started this whole mess with the film festival! Do you know how much anxiety you’ve caused me?!” My anger from this entire mess infuses me with more boldness than I could have mustered in this situation otherwise.

There’s some scuffling noises on the other side of the line, followed by a few grunts. Jin shouts in disdain.

“Yah! I was just trying to help! You’ll be thanking me!” A door slams, blocking out any further shouts from the man. I can’t hide the grin that splits across my face as I imagine what must be going on over there.

“Ok, he’s gone. I’ve banned them all from this room for the duration of this call.” Bong-cha reassures me. “I don’t have a lot of time, but I was calling to ask you something, actually. Don’t feel any pressure, but I think it may help relieve some stress on both sides-”

“What are you getting at, Bong-cha?”

She takes a deep breath. “Is it alright if I give Yoongi your number?”

My jaw falls open. I’m about to freak out when I realize that there’s a small chance that somebody may still overhear me on the phone. Barely composing myself, I respond to my friend, ignoring the obvious shake in my voice.

“Does he actually want it? Because it sounds like all of this has been thrown on him as much as it has me.”

“Er...yeah. He wants it. He was trying to ask about you today, but in that way where he doesn’t want it to look like he’s asking about you, you know? So I finally told him that he should just get your number so he quits bothering me about it. It’s been like this all week. So I figured I’d just give it to him, if you’re alright with it?”

In most situations, I know what to say. I’m usually pretty good at coming up with something to say in order to keep the conversation flowing. Maybe when Graham Norton dropped the bomb on me about Yoongi, I wasn’t the best at it but I at least inserted little comments here or there.

Now, I’m not really sure what to say anymore. It seems that the second I begin to relax and feel like I’m finally getting a handle on this, something happens.

It’s that same fear that I’ve had since I was a child kicking back in. It seems silly, in a time like this. I’m a completely different person since then, in a completely different environment. And yet, that fear that I’ve carried with me all my life comes bubbling back up to the surface.

“Bong-cha…” I struggle to keep a neutral expression as I’m aware that I’m not alone in the car. “I’m not very good at making friends.”

Any other person would be quick to jump in and reassure me. Any other friend would race to recall experiences that would prove my claim wrong.

I guess that’s why Bong-cha is my best friend. She doesn’t do any of those things, instead quietly listening and thinking before she responds.

“You know, Cara…” she begins in a sincere tone. “Maybe that’s not the point. Maybe you’re not meant to be amazing at making friends. But you’re really good at letting people be friends with you. Which, honestly, is a talent. A weird, obscure one, but a talent nonetheless.”

What’s meant to be a laugh comes out more as a sigh of relief. Bong-cha always knows what to say.

“I’m going to do some research on that talent, because I’ve never heard of it before.”

“So...are you alright if I give it to him? I think he wants to just apologize to you more than anything. I swear he won’t be weird with it.”

I chew on the inside of my cheek, mulling it over. Honestly, at this point, what do I have to lose?

“Yeah, go ahead.”

🌙

I’ve barely lugged my suitcase inside and collapsed on the bed when the first text comes through. I immediately jump up, senses on high alert. It would be a lie if I said that I haven’t been on edge just waiting for my phone to ding ever since I got off the phone with Bong-cha. Bracing myself for the bite of disappointment when it’s the “Young Rising” group chat, my heart nearly stops when I see it’s an unknown number.

UNK: Is this Cara?

UNK: This is Bong-cha’s friend, she gave me your number.

“Ah, he’s smart,” I note as I realize he didn’t give me his name just in case he mixed up the numbers. I quickly save his number in my phone, the action making me feel a little strange.

ME: Yes, this is Cara.

I overthink the four-letter message for way too long before I press send. I sound cold, but I don’t know what else to say. It doesn’t take long for three dots to appear on the screen.

“Oh, no. He’s typing. What do I do if he’s typing?”

I’m ashamed to admit that I consider chucking my phone out the window for more than thirty seconds. Only the ping of my phone stops me in my train of thought.

MYG: Have you made it safely to your hotel?

I blink at his message. The fact that I really don’t know this man at all is hitting me like a ton of bricks. He seems kind though...from the twenty or so words he’s typed. That’s all you need to judge someone’s character, right?

ME: Just made it, actually.

Pausing, I quickly type out a message before he can respond.

ME: No need to worry

Well, if this isn’t the most dry conversation the earth has ever witnessed. I cringe when I see the three dots pop up again. He’s probably thinking the same thing and is looking for a quick way to end this entire conversation.

MYG: Good, although I think I may need to worry. It sounds like the airport was out of hand today.

ME: ...were you eavesdropping on my conversation with Bong-cha?

MYG: Speaker phone doesn’t count as eavesdropping.

ME: It does if the person doesn’t know she’s on speaker!

I have to wait nearly five minutes before he responds again, and the tell-tale ping of my phone has me rushing over to where I left my phone on my nightstand, leaving my toothbrush on the bathroom counter.

MYG: I’ve thought about it, and I think I need to apologize for eavesdropping on your conversation with Bong-cha earlier today.

ME: That was easy.

MYG: I think I’ve made things difficult enough for you, don’t you think?

Huffing out a laugh, I nod in agreement.

ME: You have.

When more than ten minutes pass without a reply, I convince myself to take a shower. Then I persuade myself to stand in the shower for more than three minutes, even though I’m itching to see if he’s replied yet.

Fifteen minutes later there’s still no reply. Cozying under the covers I stare at my phone, answering a text from Bong-cha asking if Yoongi has texted me yet.

Even though I’m a fan of the band, I can’t say that I’ve ever really gone out of my way to learn a lot about them. Beyond the music, I know very little.

At least, that’s the excuse I give myself as I watch video after video about Suga: the biggest baddest soft boy in the universe.

It’s nearly two in the morning before I force myself to put my phone down and get some rest. The thought that maybe my text came off more harsh than I intended it to has crossed my mind several times, but it’s too late now to try to take it back.

It’s nearly four in the morning when the sound of my phone vibrating drags me out of my slumber. Groggily, I reach for my phone, hissing as I hit my elbow on the nightstand.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groan, squinting at my phone. “I swear, if it’s Bong-cha at this time of night…”

MYG: I’m sorry.

MYG: I’m trying to fix this, thank you for being so kind and patient. Things will get better.

MYG: You don’t have to come to the festival, just so you know. Let me know, and we can cover for you somehow. Make up an excuse. Don’t feel like you have to come, or even speak to me. I’ll understand.

MYG: Sorry for texting so late! I just realized what time it is. Go to sleep. Sorry if I woke you up.

MYG: Sorry.

I’m caught between feeling choked up about the apology and trying to even wrap my mind around the fact that Min Yoongi is up in the middle of the night typing out an apology text to some girl he’s never met.

“Who even are you? Who does this?”

Hardly trusting myself to write back a proper reply, I squint into the screen as I hesitantly type letter by letter. Writing in Korean at four in the morning is not one of my strong points.

ME: I think I’m more exhausted by the amount of times you just said sorry than with what time it is. Go to sleep, Yoongi.

It takes all of thirty seconds for a reply to come through.

MYG: 😅 I guess good morning, Cara.

ME: Good morning, Yoongi.

I fall asleep watching the three dots on my phone appear and disappear as Min Yoongi ponders what next to say in this unlikely forming friendship.

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kuruyuji · 3 years

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- i’m not okay (i promise)

parings: shuichi saihara x gn!reader

summary: you fall for the emo employee at your local hot topic, and its’s a HUGE crush

warnings: fluff and slight swearing

word count: 1.1k

a/n: short drabble of my favorite emo boy

You were not ashamed one bit that your favorite store was Hot Topic. Your friends can call you childish all they want, nothing was stopping you from walking in.

Today you and your friend Miu were at the mall and you practically had to drag her towards Hot Topic,

“Please Miu,” you whine, “I won’t even take that long!”

Miu pulls her arm away from your grasp, “Hell no! That store is for fucking virgins! I don’t want to be seen in that edgy ass store!”

You pout as Miu starts to walk away from you, “I’ll be at the food court. Have fun buying vibrators and fuck machines.”

“That’s Spencers! Not Hot Topic!” You protested. Shaking your head, you walked inside the store. It was blasting Sleeping with Sirens. Yes! Actual alternative and rocks bands and not indie music! Sure you liked indie, but calling it alt? No, hearing that just made your blood boil.

You browse around the graphic tees and funko-pops, casually bobbing your head to the music. You saw some anime tees that caught your eye and decided to grab them, along with a My Chemical Romance shirt. Once you got what you wanted you walked to the line. The line was quite long, so you pull out your phone and go through your social media for a bit..

“Next!” the cashier calls. You move forward, eyes still glued to your phone. Placing your shirts onto the counter with one hand while scrolling through your phone with the other.

“Hey,” the cashier greets, “is that all today?”

Your eyes trail up towards the cashier, “Hmm? Oh yeah that's all-”

You couldn’t help but stare at the cashier. It was a guy who had navy blue hair with side swept bangs. A black baseball cap was covering his eyes, decorated with band pins on the side of his hat. But when you took a look at his eyes when he looked at you again, you can feel your breath hitch. They were golden, and the dark circles around his eyes seemed to make them appear brighter. Not to mention that his eyeliner was flawless, sharp and clean. He wore a Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge t-shirt and a lanyard covered with anime and more band pins.

You read his name tag, his name was Shuichi.

“Umm,” his voice makes you snaps back into reality. You blink in confusion and look at him. The cashier- Shuichi was looking at you, you can see some sweat forming on his forehead. “I asked if that was all,”

“Oh! Right sorry. Um, yeah that’s all.”

Stupid! You look away from Shuichi, who was folding your shirts. You take a good look at his side profile, his right ear covered with piercings.

“Cool piercings.” you said before you can stop yourself. Shuichi looks back at you and displays an awkward smile.

“Ah, thank you.” He quickly looks away and goes back to folding your clothes. You don’t know what has gotten in you, but you just HAD to make some type of conversation with him.”

“What’s your favorite MCR song?” you ask him, wanting to kick yourself in the stomach. Shuichi pauses what he was doing and places his index finger onto his chin.

“Hmm, probably I’m Not Okay.”

You beam, “ooh I love that one! Personally mine is Boy Division.” Shuichi smiles back.

“Yeah, that one is amazing too. I think it’s a bit obvious of what my favorite album is.” He looks down, gesturing at his shirt and then tilts his head so you can see some of his Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge pins.

God damn this emo boy was so fine. You have to come here more often. Over the speakers, Destroya starts playing over the speakers.

“Hey speak of the devil,” you comment, “we’re talking about MCR right now.”

“Well this is my playlist.” A small blush forms on Shuichis face. He neatly folds the last of your shirts.

Yes! We’re getting somewhere, “This is your playlist? Great taste. I heard the Sleeping with Sirens playing earlier.”

“Yea, I saw you headbanging to it earlier,” Shuichi smiles. Wait- he was watching you?

It was then your turn to blush. “oh, you saw that?”

Shuichi pauses his actions. The blush on his face only darkens.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to sound creepy,” he apologized, “It’s just that not a lot of people who come here like my music. A lot of people complain about it being too depressing like ma’am, this is a Hot Topic. If you want happy music there's a H&M next door.”

You shake your head, ”no it’s okay.” you actually didn’t mind. In fact, the thought of him lowkey checking you out kind of made your heart flutter. Shuichi starts adding up your total.

“That’ll be fifty dollars.”

Shit! You forgot how expensive Hot Topic can be. You frown as you open up your wallet. Maybe you can skip a couple of breakfasts. But is a bunch of Graphic tees worth you next few meals? You look at the tees.

Well, they will make cute outfits-

“Sorry again, but are you alright?” Shuichi asks you again. “It’s just that you were spacing out for a bit.”

“Oh my bad, sorry.” you apologized as you hand him the money. Shuichi takes note of the small frown on your face as you hand over the cash. He recognized that feeling, spending all your money on merch. A feeling he knew too well. Just ask the dozens of posters and figuring that cover his wall. He looks at you again, a soft blush covering his cheeks. Shuichi didn’t meet a lot of people who were one: actually alternative and weren’t doing it for a trend. Two: really nice. Three: pretty attractive.

He takes a deep breath, will he get fired? Maybe.

“Here’s your change.” your eyes widen as Shuichi hands you back a twenty.

“I-” you stammered, “I believe I payed you exactly fifty.”

Shuichi pulls his hat down avoiding your eyes, “I don’t mind. It’ll probably just come out of my paycheck.” he slides you a free anime pin too.

A soft smile spreads on your face. God you loved this emo boy. Filled with determination, you look back at Shuichi.

“Do you want to hang out one day?”

Shuichi looks back at you, the small blush now covered his whole face.

“My lunch break is in five minutes. Want to grab something to eat at the food court?”

Your smile only grew, “I’d love that.”

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Miu idly checks her phone. She sips on her drink, very close to texting you because you were taking a little too long. She looks up and chokes at the sight in front of her.

With no shame, you and Shuichi stand next to each other, sharing a box of fries and bashful smiles. Your sweater also had a few new (and maybe stolen) pins.

Miu cackles, “You said Hot Topic didn’t sell fuck machines (y/n)!″

ok i’m back, ima try to catch up with all the drafts i have rn

#danganronpa x reader #shuichi saihara #shuichi x reader #gender neutral reader #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #fluff #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #koushis korner

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theartofbeinganeldar · 4 years

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The Art of Being an Eldar: Legolas x Reader Prologue

Summary: You're a fantasy-loving, LARPing human from this world, who's the black sheep of society because of your obsession for the unreal and alienation of what's real. When you're in the middle of a LARP battle with some pretty phony boars, you fall out of a tree and bust your head. You wake up, alone, and are suddenly attacked by some very pissed-off, very real wargs. Without any idea of how you got there, you got dropped into Middle-Earth, with only bits and pieces of memories of Tolkien's masterpiece, though your recollection of everything else is perfectly clear. And of all places in Middle-Earth, you got dropped into Mirkwood, with some suspicious, potentially hostile, Woodland Elves...

Chapter No.: Prologue

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color

Notes: So, this is my first fanfiction on tumblr, and I'd thought I'd try it since I have very little time for DeviantArt's chaos. It's much different from my Legolas x Reader on there. I added a small loving family to make the emotions relatable-- even if you don't have siblings, or have more than what I added, it's just fanfiction! Also, I tried to make my pronouns for said reader gender-nuetral so that everybody can enjoy it! The reason your character is so wild is for the sake of not fitting in to this world, yet you're used to it, so that later points in the plot can become more... Well, you'll see. And yes, I made Elves pansexual because I don't think they'd care much about gender or age at that point. LARPing plays a big role in the prologue, because your character is really into it for personal reasons. If this isn't your cup of tea, don't drink it. I hope you like it! Feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused, Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir lives, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

You'd never been considered normal by anyone. You enjoyed LARP instead of reality. Your "job" was just staying at home and captioning videos all day every day you weren't LARPing instead of interacting with society at a normal job. Your home? A tiny studio apartment that only cost $450 a month without bills, and you did without cell phone, car, and electric for the sake of being your weird self. You hadn't been to college yet, despite the fact that everyone told you to go once your gap year was over, and it almost was. What would you even study? Acting was all that got you close to who you were, so, ok, guess that's fine, but nobody else thought of that as a career. Maybe you could write fiction-- you were good at that much.

You weren't always like this. There was a time when you were just a normal kid, living a normal life. But somewhere around ten, you started to change, and by sixteen you'd become who you were today. If the Old You could see the New You, you weren't sure if they'd think you were weird too, or if they'd stare up at you in awe.

Hopefully it was the latter, which made you feel good.

I mean, come on, were you born in the wrong timeframe or what?! That's what you thought, anyway. There's no way that this world was for you. The fact that nearly all people were heartless jackasses that enjoyed destroying the planet, the fact that everybody had to be the same or were considered freaks, prejudice and injustice were key factors of life and the rich got handed everything on a silver platter while the poor had to scavenge... Just, everything of this reality made you hate it. If only you'd been born five hundred years earlier, or, y'know, in Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings...

You'd really liked to have been born in Middle-Earth. You had so many books about it, you knew practically everything there was to know, even the confusing shit about Faramir being in the Fall of Gondolin. You'd practically memorized Elvish, and dwarvish, and you knew the whole six movies by heart, every line. And of course, like most Lord of the Rings fans, you had a massive crush on a certain Elvish princeling who was too pretty for his own good. In fact, Legolas was who inspired you to learn archery; maybe one day you'd be as good as he was.

Despite your wishes, you were stuck in reality, however much you hated it

. Even amongst your LARP groups, you were considered outlandish.

Everybody else had normal lives outside of their games, whereas you pretended this was your life. You didn't have any job aside from the small caption jobs you did when you weren't LARPing, no social life, nothing. The only people you had was your mother, brother, sister, and your only friend, [F/N]. They accepted you and your strange fantasies, even if they thought you'd one day regret acting in a way when you could've been beginning a normal life and being productive.

So excuse you if you decided to invite them to a LARP event and let them borrow some of your costumes. It wasn't the end of the world. But your LARP group apparently didn't get that memo.

"You invited your mom?!" A royal asshole sneered, yet you took satisfaction in the fact that his knight costume looked like it was made of cardboard painted silver, whereas your sci-fi Elf getup was actual leather and cloth. His name was Jacob Brent; you'd never really liked him. He'd always had it out for you because your costumes were so much more fabulous than his. Plus you may or may not have actually known swordplay and archery and dagger throwing and martial arts... Kinda. You were still in the process of learning kickboxing.

You cocked a sky blue-- yes, sky blue-- eyebrow to your equally bright blue hairline, spiked up in a short faux hawk. This was your first sci-fi Elf, and you'd wanted to go all out. A cocky grin split its way across your face. "Yeah, so? It doesn't effect you on any level, Tin Can."

He sniggered with his cronies. "I can't believe you don't have anyone else to come with you." He mimicked rubbing his eyes like he was four. "'Oh Mommy, I need somebody to come with me!'" His whole group burst into laughter.

You surprised them by joining in, actually appluading. "Oh, wow! Wonderful, just wonderful! Hey, should I tell Mindy that I seen you feeling up Roxie behind your fort last week?" He paled, and almost everybody in his group of crappy cosplay got 'o' faces. You put your hands on your hips. "Guess what, asshole, just 'cause I'm close with my family and you're not with yours doesn't make it a crime to hang out with them. It's my life, my decision, and I enjoy spending time with them." You hefted up a disappointingly fake spear, turning to walk away. "Oh, and by the way, your paint's chippin' off."

Reason for Hating Reality Number 6, 965: Immaturity levels are almost incomprehensibly high.

Your mom glared daggers at Jacob's Immaturity Harem. She'd always been a tough gal, always sticking up for you when you got bullied when you were younger, but now that you were an adult, she had to let you kick ass yourself; you were pretty good at it. "I don't like him." She stated casually, and you chuckled.

"'Course you don't. He looks like a cheesy robot costume you'd get from Wal-Mart with a too-big crotch protector that's not impressing anyone but himself, and he has the face of a roasting pig. Too tanned, too grubby, and always with something in his mouth."

She smiled slightly. "Has he always been giving you trouble?"

You swung your gear pack off of your shoulder, letting it yank itself down to earth. "Since the day he tried kissing my ass 'cause he didn't know me." [F/N] must've overheard that last sentence, because he burst into laughter when he approached with your brother, [B/N], and your sister, [S/N]. "You talking about Jacob?"

"Sure as hell."

You'd first met [F/N] a year ago, when you'd joined extra-curricular activites for your last year of high school. He thought your personality was incredibly brave, especially in this modern world, but even still... He was just a friend, not a best friend. You'd never had that luxury outside of your tiny family. You just didn't trust him after the life you'd had.

Unfortunately, it seems they didn't like the getups. "Do I have to wear this?" [B/N] asked dramatically, slumping over. He didn't look right in the pauldrons and leather breastplate.

"It's too heavy!" [S/N] complained.

You sighed theatrically. "My piteous children, deal with thy armor, for it must be worn despite thou complaints."

[B/N] pressed his palms together and bowed down. "Screweth thou, false companion."

You mimicked his bow. "Off to hell with thee."

"Hey! You guys! It's starting!" [F/N] cried, and ran off, his pack of weapons and magic bags trembling dangerously on his back. The rest of you followed more slowly, as you explained to your family how exactly LARPing worked. Battles weren't actually bloody, magic was just colored powder, you get points for a hit, and so on and so forth. [B/N] and [S/N] got it immediately, but your poor mom, who hadn't even ever played Skyrim, had no idea how the point system and leveling up worked. You had to explain it six times over before you'd reached the massive gathering of LARPing cosplayers. [F/N] returned to you as you reached it, carrying a map. "We were in Larsgyushter Prairie last, right?"

"Duh," You shrugged, at the same time [S/N] asked with a grimace, "Luckyestire Prairie?"

[F/N] inclined his head. "Well, I made some arrangements because your family joined us. We made for Glewnburg, where we picked up their characters, and then headed into the Elder Woods."

You took the map. "Sounds fair enough."

[S/N] frowned. "What exactly were you guys doing last time?"

[F/N] blushed; he must've liked her, which made you feel proud and like pummeling him all at once. "A quest to defeat a horde of wildebors in order to get a good amount of gold."

"How much?"

"Four hundred."

Your mom seemed confused. "Is that a lot?"

"For the land of Sisgremor," You retorted, "Not much. But it's enough for us. We hunt for food, and sleep in the woods. It's summertime, so we don't have much need for shelter unless it storms, and we know where to find caves. The coin is for some new bits of armor, and some weapon upgrades and a couple of magic books for [F/N]."

"Oh," Your mom said, and you took the lead, getting into your Elven character with a huge grin on your face.

"Come, my children! We must meet the bors by midday!" You ran off, but you didn't miss the looks over half of the LARP community gave you.

~le time skip~

The one thing you didn't like about LARPing was the enemies. They weren't believable and were crappily dressed, at least in your community. They were crappy actors and their dying acts were unrealistic. Unless they were orcs that had good makeup skills and good cosplay, they weren't worth fighting, but you had an imagination to kick them up a notch.

As always, the wildebors were just some guys in black outfits decorated with needles, and wearing pig masks with an underbite bearing tusks. Your imagination knocked them to eight-feet long beasts with bloodstained tusks, wild red eyes, and porcupine-like needles that shot out of their near-impenetrable hides if provoked.

You'd only fought these beasts once. They had three separate healthbars, each a different strength: eight hundred, four hundred, and one hundred. Your spear-- the only weapon you could afford after your bow snapped (Poor prop craftsmanship.), had a damage rate of ten health per hit, thirty if you could make a three-combo move (The highest combo move allowed.). [F/N]'s magic bombs, bolts of energy, and other magic stuff only varied from ten to fifty health damage per hit, except for his Fyrering, which was a once-a-day power that was ninety health damage, plus a three minute window of burning which took ten damage every thirty seconds.

The boars were also viscious; one hit from them took around fifty health, and at level nine, you and [F/N]'s health bars were only at two hundred and fifty, plus your armor rating of fifty and his of twenty. Your family, however, were only at level one, with a one hundred strength health bar each and armor ratings varying between ten and fifteen.

In short: that meant a hell of a lot of hits, very little openings, and there were always numbers to consider. There were six of them, and five of you. If you had your bow, this would be easy. You'd climb a tree, avoid their needles, and fire your twenty-five damage arrows relentlessly (With the thirty plus bonus from your actual bow.) while [F/N] pelted them with magic. You could take down two, maybe three that way before retreating, waiting for your strength to regenerate and your undamaged arrows to "respawn" before coming back for more battling (The arrows don't actually exist, for safety reasons. You had to wait for ten minutes before an approximated number of arrows, determined previously by the quest-giver, "reappeared" in your "inventory.").

But you had to think of a new plan. A brand new plan. You had three level one novices, two level nine intermediates, and six angry-as-hell wildebors that were level twenty. This was an impossible quest. You should never have accepted it knowing your family was coming.

You were hiding behind a huge oak, and glanced around it; for a split moment, you saw the crappy actors, but your mind quickly fixed that. Above and to your immediate right, [F/N] hid behind a mound of boulders up on a hill, and you'd positioned your family similarly. You just couldn't see them. [F/N]'s hand waving caught your attention. Frantically, he pointed above you. You whipped your head up, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. You gave him a look like WTF dude, and he rolled his eyes. He picked up a rock as an example and pointed back up into the branches, but still, you didn't see anything. He gestured again, almost forcefully, and this time, you seen it: brightnuts, a specialized kind of walnut bred specifically to explode into a bright white light on impact, with dangerous shrapnel and poisonous fumes that had one hundred and fifty health damage.

Of course, in reality, they were just blue and white beanbags hanging in nets rigged all over the branches, but you pretended they weren't.

But still, perfect.

You'd start calling out orders as soon as you started throwing them. [F/N] knew how to improvise to a plan already, but your family didn't. You propped your spear up on the tree, and started climbing, wincing when the bark scraped your palms; you were wearing what'd used to be white bridal gloves, but you'd tinkered with them to match your costume, sewing sky blue patterns into the gloves.

You personally didn't make a sound, but a couple of leaf-covered branches fell; luckily, wildebors were mostly deaf and blind, so you should make it to the top of the tree without any consequences.

You flashed [F/N] a triumphant smile when you reached the topmost branches, snatching a bag of brightnuts and holding them high above your head. He shot you a double thumbs-up, then made a wheel-like gesture to get you to move on. You stuck your tongue out at him, then readjusted yourself on the branch to get a good aim.

A few seconds of struggling against the knot, and you'd gotten the net open. With barely a minute of hesitation, you drew your arm back, and fired. Your aim was almost perfect. You hit one of the wildebors in the side, and you seen the actor as he started the most over-acted reaction you'd seen yet: a violent jump, then what sounded like a deranged "Guuuugh!" You rolled your eyes. So dramatic.

Either way, [F/N] whooped behind you. "Hit! A hit!"

Before you could give any orders whatsoever, [B/N] charged down the hill with his realistic-looking wooden battleaxe bellowing a war cry. You slumped over. "Aw, shit."

In the blink of an eye, [B/N] was officially dead but still pummeling the poor actors, your mom didn't know what to do, [F/N] didn't realize what was happening from behind his rock, and [S/N] was dodging air like a boss. You waited on the branch until the coach of the actors stood, took off his mask, and blew his whistle.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You with the axe! You died already! Come on everybody, regroup, come on..." Your mom and [S/N] were laughing it off with a couple of the actors, but [B/N] was having a heated argument with the rest of them, and they were starting to shove each other around; he'd always been a sore loser. The coach separated them, and [F/N] called to you from below. "Guess we failed this quest, huh?"

You shrugged. "It's all good. There are other, less dangerous quests."

He perked up. "Yeah, so hurry up and get down here! We've gotta get back to Glewnburg!"

You tossed the beanbag you'd had in your hand back into the net. "Comin'." Unfortunately for you, you were a bit of a show-off. You stood, stretching your arms out for balance, walking quickly and carefully across the bough. A loud snap that echoed through the forest silenced everyone: your sudden movements had weakened the branch down the middle, where a split was slowly cracking open.

"Oh shit." Did I have to choose the top branch?

Everything seemed to be in slow motion as you fell. Your ribs exploded with pain as you slammed into a slightly lower branch full-force. Your ankle snapped. Your arms were whipped and bruised. Your head cracked painfully across the thick, unmoveable base of one branch, and white and yellow dots burst in your vision. Your sight started to fade, as did the pain, until you met the ground with a dull thud.

I should've went to college.

~time skip~

When you woke up, the first thing you realized was, Hey, I woke up! I'm alive! which was immediately followed by, Holy fucking shit what the fucking hell did I break, then a much more painful thought of Why the fuck am I still in the goddamn forest?

And you were. You were laying on your side, in a couple of very small but still immensely terrifying pools of drying blood, one of which came from the corner of your mouth. Your entire body throbbed painfully. Every breath you took caused sharp, white-hot pains to spiderweb across your entire torso. Your ankle was burning up, and you couldn't move it or your left arm. Your head felt like you'd been hit by a truck. A truck made of solid wood...

Why were you still in the forest? You knew your mother well enough to know that she've panicked. She'd've screamed your name and ran to you and called 911 immediately. [F/N] would've done the same. In fact, there was no reason why they wouldn't have called for a medic. You fell from the equivalent of a three-story building with poles sticking out of it.

By all accounts, you should be near death.

So why were you still in the forest, exactly where you'd fell?

With immense effort, you rolled onto your back, panting heavily and wincing against the pain. Your vision swam, and things were blurry. The trees were different; the tree where you'd fallen from was tall and branchless for most of the way up, and definitely not an oak. To boot, there weren't any nets full of beanbags, and your spear was gone. Behind you was a cliff with an outcropping of rock that looked similar-- but not the same-- to the one [F/N] had been behind. There were roots and underbrush and bushes and walls of thorny branches surrounding you, and in between the ground was filled of orange and gold fallen leaves; up in the canopy, which hadn't been as thick before, the leaves were all dressed for Fall. You stared at it in confusion. "What the hell?" Shit. Even that hurt.

Where were you? Why weren't you in an ambulance with the sirens blaring? You were pretty positive you'd broken quite a few bones, and from that fall, you couldn't not have internal bleeding. So where were you?

You waited, but no one came. When the sky started to darken and the pain began to worsen, you were forced to move, slowly getting up, inch by inch, until you'd managed to be in a sitting position. It felt like all the blood rushed from your head and torso, making you cold in the evening chill. You hugged your right arm to your chest, really wishing you'd've worn arm cuffs or something; your short, high-collared, sleeveless, sky-blue leather jacket over a thin white crop top and a black corset-style belt really weren't meant for chilly weather.

"Hello?" You called out. Your voice carried on, but you got no return call. Blood trickled down your chin from where your lips had rebusted; you were lucky you hadn't bit your tongue off or shattered teeth. "Hey! Help!" Still, nothing. "Hey!"

After a twenty-minute bout of screaming for help, you gave up. You were confused-- so, so, confused. Where were you and why were you here? Where was your family? Where was [F/N]? Where was the coach, and those shitty actors? Hell, where was the rest of the LARP group? You'd even be relieved if Jacob appeared out of nowhere.

The moon had risen by the time you’d made it to your feet. Your ankle wasn't as bad as it was earlier; you could put some weight on it now, even if it wasn't a lot. You must've only sprained it. You tried calling for help a few more times, but only the crickets replied.

Then, they went silent.

You frowned. In books and movies, that was usually a bad sign. What'd caused them to shut up so abruptly? Not aliens, you hoped, like in Signs.

A low growl from behind you-- behind you, dammit-- made your skin crawl. A chill ran down your spine. You turned, slowly, hoping you wouldn't aggravate the wolf or coywolf or whatever it was; it wasn't either of those.

It stood on top of the small cliff, and it was at least the size of a horse. A boar-like coat, dull brown, covered its entire body, spotted in places. Its head was broad and massive, bearing an underbite of fangs and small beady eyes. Drool fell from its jaws as it snarled at you. You were half tempted to try the "Nice doggie" before you seen the rider.

Damn, it was ugly as hell. Small, malformed, with dark green skin and a crooked nose. Greasy, thin hair hung from its wrinkled scalp. Nasty claws protruded from its wart-covered fingers and dug into the horn of some kind of saddle. It sneered with an evil grin, and a mouthful of sharp teeth.

You didn't know what else to do; you took off running at full speed, ignoring the pains shooting up your leg from your sprained ankle. Branches and weeds whipped your skin, trailing blood. You glanced back once. The monster-- which you knew was an orc-- and the giant dog that you couldn't place the name of watched you for a couple of moments more before the orc gave a sharp order in a language you didn't understand, but it felt familiar. Two more of the giant dogs burst from the bushes on either side of the first, and they did give chase. Shit, were they what'd happened to your family? Some whackjob dressed as an orc riding a pitbull on steroids mauled everybody?!

You pushed yourself to run faster. Your heart pounded in your ears. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. Each step jarred your aching body, but you couldn't stop. The dogs were enjoying the chase, keeping their strides slow enough to still be on your heels, but not close enough to get you yet. A new sound-- a river, maybe-- gave you hope, and you tried to move even faster, your lungs burning from the strain.

It was a river you'd heard, but it was down a steep hill filled of arching roots and thorny bushes. You didn't have time to stop; you barreled forward, tripped, and rolled the rest of the way, hurting your body even further. By the time you reached the pebbly shore (With all of the sharp edges of the rocks jabbing into you unnecessarily.), the dogs were halfway down, the orcs riding them laughing like hyenas.

You couldn't swim, but you'd rather take your chances with the river than with the giant pitbulls. You waded in, and were immediately swept off your feet by the strong current. It dragged you under, and you were bashed into some boulders, getting cut up badly. One slammed into your hip, nearly causing you to suck in. Another rammed into your already-broken ribs, and this time, you did scream, getting a huge gulp of water. A crimson cloud engulfed you as something long and sharp burst through your calf. You were pushed up against another boulder, and you grabbed on, hauling yourself out of the water and hanging on for dear life, hacking and coughing out the water that'd filled your lungs.

The dogs had chased you up the shoreline, and the orcs carried shortbows with arrows of dark wood. A glance down and, sure as fuck, they'd hit you with one in the calf, dammit. You looked ahead of you: rapids, a slow and drawn-out death. Ahead of you, probably a very painful death, but hopefully it'd go faster than drowning while being battered to a lifeless corpse.

I should've gone to college.

You squeezed your eyes shut tight and braced yourself for the next arrow, but you were pretty much forced to open them again when you heard the sound of dogs yelping and orcs wailing. One of the dogs was dead, neck slashed open and pouring blood onto the rocks. It had landed on its rider, who struggled beneath its weight. The other dog had taken off, but its rider had an arrow jutting out of its face.

A troop of warriors, clad in forest-colored tunics of dark browns, greens, and grays had appeared in the second you'd closed your eyes. Every one of them had long, straight hair, braided away from their faces. Most had a quiver of arrows and a longbow, but some, like the one who'd killed the dog, had a curved longsword. Others still had long knives. Compared to the dark orcs, these people seemed to almost be made of light...

Oh shit.

Elves. These were Elves.You could see it clearly now, in the way they carried themselves: regal, majestic, every move perfectly balanced and smooth. Their ears were pointed, but not drastically like the ones from Zelda, and they were taller than most average men. You were in awe.

These were some damn good actors.

No, they couldn't be actors. That clicked, finally. Especially when you were able to see the one that'd killed the dog slice off the struggling orc's head cleanly and deftly before kicking it into the river. Thankfully, it didn't come near you.

Shit. These were real orcs, real giant bloodthirsty dogs, real Elves... This was all real. But how...?

You heard the sound of a bowstring being pulled taut, much closer to you. You couldn't exactly whip around in your current state, but you still moved as fast as you could. Another Elf, standing on the flat rocks halfway across the river, no less than thirty feet away. How the hell did he get there?!

After the initial shock passed, you realized there was an arrow nocked in the bow. You'd already felt one once in the last ten minutes, you didn't need to feel it again, so you stayed still. He watched you with eyes so blue you could see them from where you were. He was illuminated from the side by the moon, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. His hair was somewhere between platinum and very light blonde, and a quiver of orange-feathered arrows hung over two identical sheaths for ivory-handled long knives. His bow was almost as gorgeous as he was: dark wood engraved with golden leaf designs. His tunic was dark green, and you admired his fancy Elven belts and buckles and bracers for a second before your eyes were drawn back to his face, the profile of which was almost... Dished, in a way, like an Arabian horse's. Your eyes locked, and you felt as if you'd seen him somewhere before...

An Elf on the shoreline spoke, breaking the trance. You couldn't understand what exactly he said; you could've swore you knew some Elvish...

The Elf staring you down watched you for a minute longer, then jerked his bow toward you in gesture, shouting an order to one of his comrades. His voice sounded so familiar... It was on the tip of your brain... It was deep and soft and gentle and commanding all at once. You couldn't explain it. Two Elves followed his order, nimbly leaping from tiny rock to tiny rock to get to where he was, then past him, coming to you. Their weapons were sheathed, so you hoped they were going to help you instead of kicking you into the water or something.

Carefully, noticing how banged up you were, they grabbed you underneath of the arms and lifted you onto the flat rocks the blue-eyed Elf stood on, still ready to fire, and stepped back as you coughed up some water in a delayed reaction to nearly drowning.

When you finished, your eyes felt like they wanted to close on their own. You felt too tired, too weak, too pained... Despite that, you sat up, shivering in the chilly evening air. "Th-thank you..." With a start, you realized they might not even understand English.

"Who are you?" The blue-eyed Elf demanded. "Answer me quickly; do not think we cannot throw you back to the river."

Shit. Pressure. Suddenly you forgot your name for a split second. "I-I'm [Y/N]."

"What are you doing in these lands?"

"I was chased," You looked pointedly at the dog and orc.

The Elf watched you for a minute, judging you... He signaled. "Throw them back into the river." Suddenly, you were being dragged.

Aw, fuck. You struggled against the Elf's strong grips. "W-wait! I don't even know where I am! The last thing I knew I was playing a game with my family and I fell out of a tree! All of a sudden I'm being chased by giant dogs and being manhandled by a couple of Elvish pri--!" You were cut off by a bought of coughing that wracked your body so hard that you doubled in on yourself, pulling the Elves down with you. Your eyes widened when blood trickled out of your mouth, leaving crimson droplets on the rocks. Shit.

The blue-eyed Elf ordered something in their tongue, and the two dragging you halted on a dime. He finally decided to lower his bow a little, inspecting you. "Are there more of you?"

You shook your head; you were getting dizzy, and your vision was blacking out. "I-I don't know... I was alone when I woke up."

The Elves conversed in their own language for a few minutes, and the blue-eyed Elf finally came to the conclusion that you weren't much of a threat in your current state. He looked to the Elves on the shoreline, and gestured at one of the ones holding you, who then scooped you up bridal style, but like you were the ugliest bride he'd ever seen. "Und win'doheim!" Shouted the blue-eyed Elf, obviously the one in charge, and lead the progression back to the forest.

I should never have gotten out of bed today...

Despite the crazy situation, you managed to doze off a few times on the Elf that carried you, until a coughing fit or pain would wake you up. A fever spiked up as you crossed a bridge, and you were half out of it as you entered some kind of woody building surrounded by trees and rivers that you couldn't comprehend very well in your feverish state. You were panting and wheezing, and couldn't see straight. It all seemed so surreal, like you were viewing this from somebody else's perspective. This had to be a dream... A very vivid, very painful dream...

The last thing you remembered was Elvish chanting, golden and white lights surrounding you, and the silhouettes of the Elves. Your pain faded, and you fell into a forced sleep.

When you woke up, a breath of relief whooshed out of your lungs. It was a dream! It was all a dream! It was night, and your nighlight had gone out, but your hall light was still on. You turned over to see what time it was, but your nightstand was gone. So was your window, and shelves and desk and computer and all of your things. Your bed was different. Your relief dissipated to terror.

Fuck. It wasn't a dream.

You were in a small room. An orange-hued light came through the low doorway, and the dark walls were ridged, as if carved from the earth itself. You felt the remains of your injuries from earlier-- or days ago, you couldn't tell how much time had passed-- as throbbing remains. Your clothes were still ripped and bloodstained, and as you stood up, it felt like you were just coming off of the flu.

Wobbly, you staggered over to the doorway, hoping to find somebody that definitely wasn't an orc or Elf.

You slammed face-first into elaborately crafted iron bars.

Outside of them, fully-armored Elves patrolled on small ledges beside the spiraling rows upon rows of cells like yours. This was a dungeon.

...Well shit.

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Baekhyun: Uncharted {Part 3}

Characters: Baekhyun x female OC (feat. EXO)

Genre/series warnings: werewolf au, vampire au, angst, fluff, eventual smut so uh this will be 18+, mentions of blood (should be implied), sexual themes and seduction, swearing, violence/mention of violence, stalking(?) kinda?

Summary: After being turned into a vampire over 100 years ago, Chu Aejung has seen how terrible humans can truly be. She’s lost enough in her life time and makes the decision to not put herself in a position to lose anymore. Secluding herself in the forest around a bustling city, she thought she succeeded. But when a particular werewolf reveals to be anything but an enemy, they both step into uncharted territory.

a/n: I’m finally out with chapter 3. It’s… been a while. Alot has been going on this summer and even though I thought I would get more out I was wrong sadly. Hope you like it though.

Previous ~ Next

Aejung woke up the following day to knocking on her bedroom door. Annoyed for being woken up earlier than she wanted, she flung open her door to a concerned looking Baekhyun.

“What.” She spat.

Baekhyun blinked for a moment. “It’s 1pm.”

Aejung gestured with her hand. “Ok? Your point is?”

Baekhyun mimicked her hand movement. “Shouldn’t you be up and at least doing something? Like spending time me?”

Aejung let her hand drop heavily at her side. “I technically don’t have to do anything until sun down. I’m not suddenly going to change the way I live just because you’re here temporarily.”

“Wait you actually sle-”

“I’m going back to bed, wake me up before 7 and you will be sleeping outside.” Aejung cut him off before by closed the door in Baekhyun’s face before he could finish.

~~~

Baekhyun spent the rest of the day drifting between playing games on his laptop, talking to his pack, and exploring the small cabin. He knew he shouldn’t be snooping around his mate’s belongings, but he wanted to know other things about her. When he spotted a small, fraying old book in a small book shelf in the corner of the living room he couldn’t suppress is urge to look at what could be in it.

Sitting in front of the bookshelf, he leafed through the pages of the book. From the looks of it, it seemed to be a diary of some sort; faded words from age, changing from ink to pen to pencil and colored pens. Dates lining the tops of pages. Doodles lined the margins of the pages of some of the pages, making him smile thinking of the blunt and mysterious Aejung doodling in her diary. Looking through more of the pages, a photo slips out from in between the pages into his lap. Picking it up, he notices it’s dated from 16 years ago. A smiling image of Aejung with a happy little girl looked back at him.

‘Who is that?’ Baekhyun wonders as he takes one more look at the photo before placing it back into the diary. He didn’t expect Aejung to spill her entire life story to him the second they were alone but seeing a small snapshot of her happiness, he wanted to bring that light back.

Placing the book back in it’s spot on the shelf, he went back to looking around the rest of the house. It wasn’t long before he had seen everything and stood in front of Aejung’s bedroom door again. He sighed before turning back down the hall for the living room. It was still another few hours before Aejung had said she would be awake and he did not want to be on her bad side. He opted to go back to playing games and eating whatever they had bought last night, hoping time would go by faster.

Aejung pulled her eyelids open as her phone went off besides her. Sluggishly turning it off, her sat up in bed. Her room was noticeably darker than it was a few hours ago. Getting out of bed, she grabbed a towel from the end of her bed and her work clothes before peeking out of her room.

“Good evening sunshine!” She heard Baekhyun call from the living room. She rolled her eyes before moving across the hall into the bathroom. After a quick shower and getting dressed she emerged into the living room to find Baekhyun sprawled out on the couch with his laptop in his lap and a few of the bags of chips on the table.

“Where are you off to?” He asks, eyeing her fitted button down tucked into a simple black pencil skirt.

“My work. I have the night shift during the week.” Aejung said as she briskly walked over to the counter to grab her bag. Baekhyun stays quiet for a moment.

“So that’s why you slept for so long.” He said, realization dawning on him. “I thought it was just a vampire thing.”

“Yes and no. Yes that’s the main reason I sleep so late, but also it’s just because I tend to stay up really late into the night anyways and I need to catch up on sleep.”

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow. “What do you have insomnia? Or are you nocturnal because you’re a vampire like all the legends say?” He waves his hands above his head and changes his voice at the implication.

“Yes.” Aejung says in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Yes to what?”

“Just. Yes.”

Baekhyun stares at a spot in the corner of the room with a dumbfounded look on his face for a second. Aejung leans against the counter amused at the boy’s confusion.

He takes a breath before speaking again. “Ok good to know for the future. Sleeping in the same bed will not work, noted.” His attention went back to his laptop. Now Aejung was confused.

“Hey I can share a bed with someone if I wanted to! My weird sleep schedule wouldn’t interfere with anyone, even yours.” She protested, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Really? Then prove it, lets share a bed tonight. I’ll let you know.” A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. Aejung rolled her eyes and groaned in annoyance and quickly collected her things.

“I’m going to work. I’ll be back late so don’t stay up for me.”

“What am I supposed to do while you’re not here!” Baekhyun protested, looking over the couch at her as she slipped on her heels.

“That’s not really my problem. When I get back we can figure it out for the week I guess.”

“Let me come with you then. I’ll just shop around until you get off work.”

Aejung sighed and thought for a second.

“Fine. Please don’t make me regret this.”

Baekhyun jumped up from the couch and quickly grabbed from clothes from his bag before running to the bathroom. He came back out a few minutes later and the pair left out the door, one happier than the other.

~~~

Leaving Baekhyun in the main square of the shopping district with the instructions to meet her at the boutique she worked when her shift ended, she quickly clocked in.

“Aejung! You’re on register tonight.” Her manager Chaesoo told her in passing. She quickly nodded before taking up her position and got ready for the evening crowd. It was never too busy in the evening since the nightlife tended to gravitate more towards the clubs and the resturants but the store still saw it’s fair share of customers at night. Aejung’s two other co-workers for the night, a middle aged woman named Seojun and a college student named Youngmi came into the store not too long after.

‘Guess they got the short end of the stick tonight huh.’ she thought, taking note at the sour look on the older woman’s face and the large coffee in the younger girl’s hand. The got to their stations without a word and the store opened for the night.

It was only an hour into her shift before Aejung looks up to the door ringing to see the ash brown hair she’s oh so familiar with. Baekhyun casually strolls into the store, looking at the clothes on the racks, stopping briefly to flip through a few button downs on display. Aejung focused on the customer before her, fighting to keep the light smile of her customer service persona on her face. Of course it fell as soon as she sent the customer on their way. She sent daggers at the wolf. She watched as he looked through everything they had on display. Every single jacket, shirt, pair of pants, shoes, accessories, nicnak they sold he looked at with phaned interest. At least she suspected as much. Another customer came to Aejung with their items, their smile snapping her away from Baekhyun. She greeted them with a small smile of her own.

“Did you find everything alright?” She asked the woman, scanning her items.

“Yes I did thank you.” the woman hesitates for a second before looking back for a second and leaning a bit closer to Aejung.

“Now I know this may sound a bit odd, but I saw you looking at that young man over there, he’s quite handsome isn’t he?”

Aejung’s hand slipped while putting the woman’s items in her bag, causing the bag to fall off the counter. Aejung quickly picked up the items and worked as fast as she could to get her out of the store. She was mortified someone caught her staring at Baekhyun. Was she that obvious? She could feel the heat from blush creep up her face to the tip of her ears as she finished ringing the woman up.

“Um-yeah he’s ok looking I guess. I’ve seen other guys that look just as nice though. He just looked familiar and I was trying to place where I’ve seen him” Aejung rambled, spitting out whatever lie she could come up with at the moment to make this exchange any less awkward.

The woman only chuckled at Aejung’s flustered state. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me dear. Have a good night.” Flashing her a knowing smile, she paid and left the store without another word, leaving Aejung at a loss of words at the strange exchange.

“I’m hurt that you don’t find me utterly handsome, love.” Aejung heard a voice from beside her. Whirling around, Baekhyun is now leaned against the counter with a smirk gracing his pink lips. She frowns.

“What the fuck are you doing here? I told you to come at closing time!” She hissed at him.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t come in during hours. Also I was curious where you worked.” He looked around at the minimalistic displays and trendy clothes. “Didn’t quite expect you to work at a place like this. Kinda expected a place like. Hot Topic or something.”

Aejung laughed.

“Hot Topic? Really?”

“What it’s edgy! You’re edgy!”

“Sure okay.” She rolled her eyes.

“So you really have seen other guys more attractive than me?” Baekhyun asked, pouting slightly.

“Yeah. One of your pack mates, ah what was his name? Junmyeon I think it was. Very good looking man I have to say.” Aejung said. She expected a snarky comeback from Baekhyun or a mocking gasp. Silence. She glanced over at the wolf. The look in Baekhyun’s eyes was unreadable. He scowled, staring at her with a blank expression, but so many emotions swimming within those dark brown eyes of his. All traces of the teasing conversation they had a few seconds before were gone. A strange feeling settled in Aejung’s chest.

“I’m kidding you know that.” She said, knitting her eyebrows together.

“Yeah, I know.” Baekhyun’s voice sounded empty. She definitely crossed a line. Fuck.

“Well have fun on your shift, see you later.” He turned on his heel and left the store before Aejung could say anything.

#baekhyun angst #baekhyun smut #baekhyun fluff #exo smut #exo angst #exo fluff #kpop #kpop fanfiction #werewolf!exo #werewolf!baekhyun #vampire!oc #exo

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aria-chicken-flugget · 5 years

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Things Can Only Get Better - Guren X Reader / Mika X Reader

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (ao3)

Category: F/M (some eventual M/M)

Fandom: 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End

Summary: It starts in 1983, you transfer schools for your Junior year of high school but no one knows why. Yuu’s been getting into trouble a lot without you and Mika, his two best friends growing up in the orphanage – you find out that Yuu spends a lot of time with Guren, a senior and notorious troublemaker who you don’t trust is a good influence on Yuu at all! What happens when you get to know Guren and his friends? What’s he hiding? Why is Mika not there? Find out in this 80s inspired extravaganza of highschool Romances, music and more!

*Title of the work inspired from Howard Jones’s hit of 1985*

Haven’t read the first chapter and want to? -

Link to the first chapter here on tumblr.

Link to further chapters on ao3 here.

Notes:

(F/S) = Favourite subject – (R/S) = Random Subject

I hope you enjoy this chapter my lovelies! It’s not beta read so please excuse mistakes.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Two: Shout at The Devil

“What’s this? Don’t tell me someone actually wants to date you, Amane?”

You both broke your embrace to see the bored face of a tall, punky pink haired guy with glasses, holding the hand of a young girl with similar features. You wondered where you’d seen this guy before. They stood before your seated position upon the steps to the arcade on what appeared to be an intimate moment romantically, you rolled your eyes at his assumption. The little girl was smiling and dressed in a sweet, white ruffled dress with a matching bow holding lose, rose locks. He however was not smiling. He had studs in his ears as well as studs on a leather wrist band, clad in a casual black bomber jacket and khaki coloured jeans. Yuu stiffened with a glare,

“What are you doing here, Kimizuki?”

Shiho rolled his eyes,

“And they say I’m blind. I’m taking Mirai to the Arcade, dumbass. What’s it look like?”

Your lips tightened not only at his attitude but at the way he spoke in front of the little girl. Luckily, she wasn’t paying attention though, she was dragging her foot across the concrete in an attempt to entertain herself.

“It looks like you’ve been grounded, why else would you bring your sister here.”

Yuu smirked darkly and you frowned. Again, it didn’t look like Yuu but that Ichinose. It was then you’d realized where you’d seen the punky guy, he was that skater who almost knocked straight into you on your first day of joining Shinjuku high school. You were seconds from asserting as such, but Kimizuki had rolled his eyes and stated,

“I don’t have time for this.”

Before waltzing up the steps, guiding little Mirai. Yuu twisted around with a bark,

“Don’t start anything then, Jackass.”

Kimizuki half turned briefly as they reached the doors to the arcade,

“You know if I didn’t have Mirai, your ass would be grass right now.”

“Only losers rhyme in their threats, waistoid.”

Yuu scowled and Kimizuki balled his spare hand into a fist in a moment of rage before jabbing it to Yuu,

“We’ll see who the loser is when I kick your ass at school, Amane.”

Before stalking off through the doors of the arcade, not before offering Yuu a death glare. Yuu rolled his eyes as he turned his body back around away from the arcade. Your lips thinned, yep, this is definitely going to be a challenge, you thought to yourself.

***

You both walked along the sidewalk and reached the records store,

“This is where I work.”

Yuu beamed and you smiled in return, you both loved music. So did Mika. Better yet, Yuu actually had a job now. He held the door for you as you stepped into the store with mild awe. Rows of records lined like bookcases with band posters decorating the stone walls. You loved the edgy feel to the quaint store that was deluged in amber and red hues, it held the punk rock vibe of a basement venue. Dio’s metal track ‘Stand up and shout’ was playing in the background.

“This is great!”

You beamed and he scoffed a laugh, pointing at your attire of another soft cardigan and neat skirt and you rolled your eyes, giving him a shove as you both laughed.

“You’re late, brat.”

A husky voice boomed over the faint metal track in the back ground. Yuu’s smile dropped,

“Am not! I was on time!”

He shot back. Your eyes reflexively rolled as you saw who it was that spoke, as he emerged from behind the back of the store. None other than Guren Ichinose. He was donning a black leather jacket with studs and his raven locks were slicked back, save for a few runaways.

“You were two minutes late.”

Yuu frowned in thought and you found yourself rolling your eyes again as he furthered,

“Now I’m two minutes late for my cigarette break.”

“You can’t smoke in here?”

You asked without thinking, curiosity taking over and he allowed a sly smirk at your doe eyes,

“’Boss doesn’t like it.”

Huh. Weird, but fair enough. In that moment you recognized the jacket Guren was wearing. It’s the one Yuu had worn the other day at school. Guren raised his brows casually,

“Got a problem, Peach?”

Your furrowed brows knit together further as he stuck a cigarette between his lips. Clearly you’d looked displeased enough for him to catch onto your thought process. Apparently, you were unable to form a cohesive sentence as you staggered,

“That jacket –“

Pointing between the two boys, before scowling,

“Wait – Peach? -”

“Where d’ya think the idiot got the jacket from?”

Guren interrupted with a scoffed laugh, managing to sound cohesive with a cigarette between his lips. Your jaw dropped in that moment as he’d made his way outside, starting to light his cigarette as he swept passed. Your wide eyes trailed his wake before you huffed with the closing of the store’s front door. Yuu allowed a smile,

“He’s not so bad, once you get to know him.”

“He seems like a pain in the ass.”

You countered as you met Yuu’s gaze, he chuckled,

“Remind you of anyone?”

You quirked a brow,

“I hope you mean yourself.”

You remarked, making you both chuckle. But when you thought about it, you wondered how well Yuu could possibly know Ichinose. Not to mention how naive Yuu’s always been. You somehow just knew that there was this mysterious, dark aura around Ichinose, telling you that he had much to hide. And warning you to run away, even though it’s trying to lure you in.

***

Whilst you were there you were somehow roped into buying Yuu’s new favorite album.

“It’s the best rock music of ’83, I swear it.”

He lilted, fluttering his long lashes as he swayed you into buying ‘Shout at the Devil’ by Mötley Crüe. You liked rock but did you like it as much as Yuu? Unlikely. You laughed,

“What if I don’t like it?”

“You will!”

“But what if I don’t?”

You both laughed harder. You realized the song in the background of the store was now ‘Whip it’ by DEVO, a new wave synth-pop song from a couple of years or so before and you hopped up and down a moment,

“I love this song! This is more me, Yuu.”

You claimed playfully and he shook his head before insisting with a raised brow and a wave of the Mötley Crüe record,

“Ok, I’ll let you listen to my tape of it before, but I’m reserving this record for you.”

You laughed a cackle,

“You’re so stupid, Yuu.”

As you started to cave, he wore a victorious grin,

“You won’t regret it, I promise.”

“I better not.”

He laughed again before you noticed the time, gathering yourself to leave,

“It’s getting late, I better head. I’ll listen to it another time - see you at school?”

“Sure, cool. See ya.”

He waved with his smile that you were anxious you wouldn’t see. You were curious as to why the store was kept open so late, considering stores usually close by around 7pm latest. You saw Guren leaning against the building as you exited and offered a cursory glance as you walked by, only to be stopped by his words,

“You’re walking home?”

He asked, incredulous as he flicked a cigarette stub away. He thought the bike attached to the lamp post in front of the store was yours. You turned on your heel to face him with a mild, sarcastic scoff,

“Uh… yea?”

He allowed a stupid smile as he raised his brows, peeling himself from the brick wall of the store.

“Alone, at this time? You can’t live nearby.”

He stated confidently, hands in his pockets, and you retorted,

“How do you know where I live, did you stalk me or something?”

You wondered if you went too far, but he just laughed at your attitude. As he flicked his chin to you,

“One look at your clothes and I know you don’t.”

Your cheeks tinged rose at your cardigan and skirt combo and you held your arms a moment. Of course he was right, you didn’t live in Nagoya, you were just outside. He rolled his eyes but sighed, rubbing the back of his neck a moment before offering,

“Look, do you want a ride?”

Your eyes shot up to meet his and you were even more amazed at how his charming, violet eyes were sincere.

“I can get the little welp to watch the shop, I doubt he’d want you walking all that way.”

Your eyes shifted as the dusting of blush covered your cheeks again, causing Guren to tilt his head back with a small laugh,

“You didn’t tell him you were walking, did you?”

“No.”

You drew out petulantly. His smirk was starting to really irritate you now.

“D’you want the ride or not?”

He asked, his patience supposedly thinning and you huffed as you saw the darkening sky beside you, the street dimming with it with the fewer cars. You bit your lip, prompting him,

“Oh come on. No funny business, I swear.”

He spoke with a natural authoritative tone before he laughed, his hands up in a mock surrender. You fought the urge to smirk at his stupidity, giving him a skeptical once over before claiming,

“Fine. I’ll take the ride.”

***

“I thought you were offering me a ride?!”

You snapped, clenching your fists as you faced his stupid fucking smirk.

“I am. Here.”

He said innocently as he gestured to the push bike to his left. You fought the urge to square up to him as you two stood out back. He’d come back with a push bike?

“What are you, twelve?”

You spat only for him to break out into a boyish grin. You rolled your eyes,

“I thought you were driving?!”

You asked, astounded at his nonchalance. He shrugged,

“I never said I was driving.”

“What?!”

“I don’t drive.”

“WHAT?!”

He’d turned on his heel to stalk off,

“'Later!”

He called over his shoulder as he wandered off in the opposite direction to the store.

“So, you got Yuu to watch the shop just so you could slack?!”

You hollered to his back, eyes sending daggers.

“Yup.”

He called without looking back. You growled.

“What about your bike? How are you gonna get home now?”

You asked tersely but he only laughed as he carried on walking, making you even angrier.

“Ichinose? Ichinose! HEY IDIOT!… Dammit.”

You called irritably, only to be ignored until he left, causing you to grumble.

“Jackass.”

You muttered darkly as you mounted the stupid bike to get home.

“’No funny business’ my ass.”

You scoffed as you began to pedal.

***

You rode the bike back to school in order to give it back to the idiot Ichinose but quickly realized you didn’t know how to find him. He was a senior so he wasn’t in your classes, unless I find him somehow at lunch? I could ask Yuu? Ugh, I really don’t like the idea of Yuu being around that guy, he’s so shady. You grumbled to yourself, chaining the bike to the bike stands outside the school in a huff, just hoping you’d bump into him to tell him you have his bike. Although, knowing your luck, you knew you’d see him again.

***

“You’ll be transferring to the senior class for (F/S), and for (R/S) as well, due to your abilities simply excelling expectation, Miss (L/N).”

Mr. F. Bathory beamed in his weirdly over-excited manor, silver hair slicked behind him in a ponytail, hands intertwined in front of his chest, a lazy smirk that sent uncomfortable shivers down your spine. Looks like I could see Guren sooner than I hoped, you thought with a disappointed sigh. Mr. Bathory took you to your new (R/S) class and low and behold, Idiot Ichinose was actually there even in a class. He had an infamous reputation to skip nowadays supposedly. However, when you entered the classroom you’d cringed for an entirely different reason - It was chaos. The teacher wasn’t there for whatever reason, and there were tables on their sides, papers strewn along with random books and pencils littering the floor. Some guy with seaweed coloured hair in a red letterman jacket was being held back as he laughed a guttural chuckle, Ichinose being held back by Goshi and an ash blonde you didn’t know but recognized as their friend.

“Now, now, what’s this ruckus for? Hmm?”

Mr. Bathory asked from the door frame with a voice of honey coated ice-shards. They all dropped their hold on the two, Ichinose broke free with an abrupt jutt of his shoulders, whilst the other seemed in pretty bad shape… you could hardly make out his features they were so swollen and blood congealed. Guren’s ear was bleeding but the other guy had an eye already swelling shut. Despite this, he was smiling malevolently. It was almost creepy. Maybe he’s some kind of freak masochist, you scrunched your nose. In any case, it was abundantly clear that he’d wanted a rise out of Guren. And he got one. The ash blonde stepped forward and dipped his head,

“I apologize for the mess, Mr. Bathory. We will clean it immediately.”

You couldn’t help but raise a brow at how polite he is, being affiliated with Ichinose and Goshi.

“Whilst I appreciate your efforts, Shinya, that’s not what I asked.”

That same voice was back, threatening and he offered a small smile that didn’t touch his blazing eyes. When all were reluctant to answer, Ferid warned,

“My patience is wearing thin.”

“The psycho attacked me.”

The pummelled masochist stated with that same eerie smile.

“What?!”

Guren bellowed, almost lunging for him again if it weren’t for Goshi blocking him. You cringed, why is he still winding Guren up? Better yet, what could he have possibly said to get Ichinose so angry? Ferid started tutting,

“Uh-uh, stop that. I’ll offer one last chance for you to explain yourselves for making such a scene before your teacher’s arrival – in fact, I’m surprised no one reported their absence, as they should have arrived by now. And you all know the drill.”

A unanimous sigh filled the room before Goshi stepped forward and admitted,

“It got out of hand when these two started trash talking, stuff like family and…”

Goshi winced with a side glance before meeting Ferid’s piercing gaze.

“And Mahiru.”

Ferid’s brows raised and he shifted his gaze for a split second before recomposing,

“I see.”

A heavy silence fell as you observed those in the room, most either solemn or exhausted. Or they were that guy who fought Ichinose. Either way, it was clear that whoever Mahiru was, it was a sore topic for all of them. The thought made a wave of compassion wash over you and you dared not ask why. Ferid measured the silence for an excruciating moment before announcing.

“I want this cleaned up. Now. You –“

He pointed at one of the guys holding back the masochist in the letterman.

“Take Hiiragi to the infirmary.”

He ordered and it was done. They brushed passed, this Hiiragi slumped over the shoulders of his escort, blood narrowly missed spluttering over you as they clambered passed and you fought your gag reflex.

“Ichinose. My office.”

Guren was still out of breath and his lavender eyes had still somehow darkened when meeting Ferid’s gaze. Mr. Bathory offered one last glance at the room before adding,

“I look forward to seeing you all this Saturday, in detention.”

A collective groan emanated from them all, which their sudden winces that followed indicated they instantly regretted the outburst. Mr. Bathory slowly turned to the class with a cocked brow,

“For that, add another Saturday. All of you.”

“What?! –“

“No way! –“

“I have plans! –“

A chorus of complaints ensued before his gaze darkened,

“Want there to be a third Saturday?”

With that threateningly silky voice. You’d realized you’d been biting your lip, having felt a small pang of sympathy for the class, after all they weren’t all involved in the fight. You tried,

“Sir? With all due respect, not everyone was involved. I think that’s why they’re upset.”

He seemed to consider your attempt at diplomacy for a second, only to smile cunningly whilst bending to your height to level with your gaze,

“Well you can ponder on that when you join them this Saturday.”

Your jaw dropped - WHAT?! I got a Saturday detention for that?! You’ve never had a Saturday detention in your life. He smiled at your racing thoughts before rising to watch the class and caught the glares of many before stating to you,

“Welcome to the senior class, Miss (L/N).”

Before he swept out of the dilapidated class. You found yourself watching Ichinose as he swept up his denim sleeveless jacket before glancing at you and leaving the rest of you to clean up his and Hiiragi’s mess.

“AFTER that classroom is clean, Ichinose.”

You heard Mr. Bathory’s command from in the halls and recoiled as it was shortly followed by a hissed string of cusses from Ichinose upon his agitated return.

“I never thought you’d actually listen.”

Shinya teased Ichinose which flabbergasted you, he was clearly not in the mood for banter. Guren gave him a murderous glance but otherwise ignored him. Goshi laughed,

“It’s only ‘cause it’s Ferid fucking Bathory. That dude is evil with punishments I’m telling you, we got off easy as.”

After a dumb moment of watching Ichinose picking up a desk to place it, you shook yourself out of it to help them.

Notes:

*Chapter Title inspired by Mötley Crüe’s 1983 hit and album of the same name*

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #fanfiction #guren x reader #mika x reader #80s #80s AU #highschool #Comedy #Mystery #angst #fluff #romance #slow burn #chapter 2 #ao3 #80s music references

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zouisprince · 6 years

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all the times zayn came up with weird poses just to show off his bus 1 tattoo

and let me tell you something: he succeeds 99% of the time

first and foremost i’d like to say this masterpost was inspired by this textpost by @blazinginbus1 so if I go too far here blame emily lol alright lets go!

“lemme fix my hair real quick” “zayn your hair is fine” “but lemme just-”

“im edgy”

“i'm also capable of deep thinking you know”

he uses that pose a lot actually

I MEAN A LOT

i wonder if he’s thinking about wether this is a good angle for the tattoo or not

the photographer, probably: “zayn you’re literally covering half of your face” / zayn, probably “lmao don’t care”

the photographer, again: “zayn you know the purpose of this shoot is to show the CLOTHES right?” / zayn, again: “ok but most important is the tat showing?”

yes it is

what a funny way to hold yout cigarrette

“zayn can you look at the camera?” “huh?”

“ok but can you at least uncross your arms?” “nah”

thinking again

“i wonder if the tattoo is showing...”

zayn avoiding looking at the camera: a trilogy

but always showing the tattoo

“get rid of my eyes but keep the tattoo pls”

you can tell he’s really smug about this one bc he managed to expose the tattoo while posing with a football jersey

he knows his face is the focus so he always covers some portion of it with his hand lmao iconic

he thinks

but he also fights

apparently he likes to fight

just chillin

casually scratching his beard with his thumb

*whispers* hey do you think my tat will be visible from this angle?

not really you should stop trying

okay then

lmao jk

literally look at this picture and tell me that his goal wasn’t showing the tattoo??? i dare you

photographer: ok i will allow ONE shot of your hand tattoo okay? / zayn: gotcha

photographer: ...i said on-

zayn: hey you know what we should do? we should totally include the tattoo on the cover too! / photographer: i-

on the cover one more time bc apparently louis didn’t notice his previous effort

BUT sometimes he misses the mark...

you almost got it zayn... almost...

“damn these sleeves are too long what do i do?!?!?!?!?!”

“okay im gonna pretend i’m adjusting my hood and-”

you can tell zayn was pulling his best stunts on this picture but whoever edited it cut his hand right where the tattoo is lmao

same here

but anyway if i included pictures from red carpets, candids and instagram pics this post would probably end up being the longest post on this damn website so in conclusion: zayn’s still trying to get louis attention bc he’s still very much in love with him lmao bye

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showcub · 6 years

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boyfriend!au hyungwon

you are a part of an art magazine editor team

which hyungwon is a part of em too

the company lets the staffs wear casually in order to ‘widen the creativity’

so hyungwon never fails to style himself very dashingly

he could pull off anything effortlessly like he can be edgy, the ‘perfect boyfriend material’ or the ‘i smoke weed and didn’t shower for a week’ and he will still look so handsome

he’s definitely a heart-throb like every woman in the company will have a crush on him

including you

well you admit that he’s handsome and................you probably have a tiny crush on him

but that’s just it and you never hope for anything more

but he never cares about his co-workers like he’s always on his headphones 25/8 and doesn’t bother to socialise

the only time you hear his voice is when he does presentations during meetings

but all goddamned good looks and boyfriend material aside, all the male co-workers kind of like get annoyed with him at times

because 1) he got all the ladies 2) he is late to work like almost everyday that he got an alarm clock as a present from the co-workers during his birthday

but he never got into trouble because if there’s a thing called teacher’s pet, hyungwon is undoubtedly the boss’s pet

because even though he’s late and has an ego as high as mount everest, he’s actually good at his work

like ‘very good’ good

that’s probably why the boss still keeping him

alright so one day you the engine of your car couldn’t start off after work

and it was already past 9PM and you doubt there’s any people in the office

but you want to find help so you return back to the office from the basement and found hyungwon in his office space

so you’re like “hey...................i kind of have a problem, would you help me?”

and he just looked at you expressionless and like “okay sure”

so he followed you back to the car and took a look at the engine and he’s just like “this needs to be sent to the workshop”

and he took out his phone and called the workshop and waited for you until the car got towed and you’re like “thank you for your time”

then he offered you a ride home but you’re like no it’s okay but he’s like “come on, i can’t let a girl go back home alone when it’s almost midnight”

so you agreed to it and along the way he doesn’t talk much because he got post malone’s beerbongs and bentleys album played on the stereo

like ok his music taste is fine

like that is definitely better than any outdated pop music which have been played on the radio for the 928092993th time that day

so when you arrive home he said “if you need a ride tomorrow morning just give me call, alright?”

and you could’ve sworn your face turned all red and shyly said okay

you kind of broke the news about your car and hyungwon and the things he said to your friends from work and they’re like gORL

and you’re like i knowwww right

so the next day you already called an uber to work when suddenly a familiar black sedan pulled up in front of your house

and you’re like oh shit! hyungwon!!!!!! came!!!!!!!

so you ran over to him and like “are you the uber?”

he’s like “what? no” and you’re like “i didn’t call you”

hyungwon: i just want to

so you don’t really have the chance but to cancel your uber and carpool with hyungwon

this time he put on some mellow indie songs and he starts to pick up some conversation between you two

so he asks if you already have your breakfast than you’re like yeah

and he asks you on out for brunch later on

and you’re like “is this like a date or///?????/”

and he just smiles at you and “well, if you wanna think so”

okay despite his lack of human interaction he actually knows how to flirt with you

so when both of you enter the office door at the same time all eyes were on both of you and hyungwon

everyone was asking you like why did you come in with hyungwon and literally everyone wants you to spill the tea

and you’re like there’s nothing between us, he’s just helping me

and your friends are all like yea.......helping you get outta your cursed single life

you literally scoffed like what......no

when you deep down hope so

despite all these people talking on his back about you and him, hyungwon still look unbothered and continue doing his work

so when the brunch time finally comes, you were focused on doing your work when he suddenly taps on your desk

“it’s brunch time”

everyone were eyeing both of you and you’re like alright lemme get my stuff

and that interaction between hyungwon and you was all people at the office could talk about for the following week

during the brunch he talks a lot about a lot of things

and you start seeing him in a new light like he’s actually a very sweet person under all that ego he had

and as time passes, you two talk a lot on the phone, text, you name it

when one time you were in the pantry to get yourself some coffee and he enters too

and while both of you were waiting for the coffee to brew he’s like staring on you

and you’re like what??

“i really like you, you know. i hope we can become something more than friends”

you really want to say “let’s make it happen” but you decided to play some games

“well, i need you to prove it to me”

he came close to you and softly carressed your arm and he said “i’ll do anything for you, babe”

so you told him to socialise more with the people and stop coming late to work and he’s like alright

and he did

everyone was like questioning the sudden change of hyungwon’s attitude and but you’re just like wow........he acTUALLY DID IT

so while you were waiting for the elevator when he suddenly stands beside you and said “so? i think i have proved something to you”

and you’re like “yeah. let’s make it happen”

so long story short both of you were having short make up session inside the elevator and hyungwon saying something along the line of “i’ve waited so long for this moment, baby”

both of you decided to keep the realtionship a secret from your co-workers to maintain the professionalism

but it’s kind of hard when hyungwon would suddenly pulled you into the fax room to get a quick kiss

and it’s definitely harder when you start moving in with hyungwon and both of you carpool to work everyday

and you’re like wait, let me enter the office first then you enter about five minutes later

suddenly your co-worker asks you if there’s anything going on between you and hyungwon and you’re like no...........

then she’s like “then why are you two wearing colour-coordinated outfits almost every single day?”

well, shit

the whole office now knows about you and hyungwon and he just shrugs it off

you never planned about the colour-coordinated outfits but hyungwon is just like “i just want to match with you i didn’t know people are so quick to notice”

dating hyungwon means that you will take occasional road trips

even if he has to drive for over 300+ miles, he doesn’t care and still want to take the car

and you will always suggest to take the plane because it’s so much easier + less tiring + save up your time

and he’s like nooooo i want to drive

and that’s how you will always end up in the car with him jamming to 00s pop songs

whenever gwen stefani’s hollaback girl comes up he’ll be like hOL ON I GOTTA PULL OVER

he’ll be singing his heart out whenever his favourite songs play

but you have to stop at rest stops every 2 hours because he needs to catch up on his naps

and he won’t allow you to drive because he was the one who wanted to drive at the first place

sometimes you need to call in sick and hyungwon would be like wait lemma call in sick too

and you’re like nooo they gonna think we’re faking it

then he’s like “as long as i’m the boss’s favourite, we’re not gonna get into trouble”

then he spends the rest of the day taking care of you

he tries to cook your favourite mushroom soup which ended up tasting bad so he called the delivery instead

sometimes when life gets hard you can’t sleep and you cry yourself on the bed

even though hyungwon sleeps like a corpse, he notices when you cry

and he’ll make soft circles on your hip and pull you closer to him

he’ll reassure you to sleep and forget about it

but he’ll definitely get you to talk about it tomorrow morning

when you were both waiting for the bus under the bus stop it suddeny get very windy and raining heavily

and you were only wearing one layer of clothing so it was very cold

but hyungwon got his oversized trench coat on and you’re like “you know, at times like this most boys would give their girls the coat”

he smirks and said “well i’m clearly not most boys”

and you’re about to eye roll when he suddenly hugs you from behind and wrap you with the remainder of his trench coat

and all the girls at the bus stop looking at you like awww

he loves going to the music store to buy vinyl records of his favourite artist even though he doesn’t have any vinyl player

hyungwon: it’s for the aesthetic

find more from this series: boyfriend!au shownu, boyfriend!au wonho, boyfriend!au minhyuk, boyfriend!au kihyun, boyfriend!au jooheon

boyfriend!au i.m coming up soon!

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I promise my feelings are true (part 2)

I clearly didn't edit this, I'll fix it when I get home, anyway I hope you enjoy!

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Thursday morning left Calypso on edgy. She was still hell bent on the idea that Annabeth was gonna screw her over big time. Both Leo and Piper could see it plain as day. They noticed that Calypso seemed to shift nervously when one of Annabeth's friends had walked near her.

Leo wasn't having any of it and neither was Piper. When lunch time came around both of them sat on either side of the small girl. Calypso instantly rested her head against on Piper's shoulder. “Calypso, everything is gonna be fine.” Calypso's eyebrows knitted together as she frowned. “No it's not, I'm gonna go there and she might not even be there.” Piper rubbed Calypso's back. “Aw, sweetie don't say that. You are gonna go to that mall and she and her friends are gonna be there.”

“But what if-” Leo raised his hand. “No if, ands, or buts. After school were gonna find you an outfit and get you ready!” Despite how confident and uplifting Leo was, Calypso still had her doubts. Calypso huffed out. “Alright, fine, you can help me with my outfit. It's not like I could've done that by myself anyway.”

Calypso laughed a little bit before sitting up right. “Come on, we'll be late for class if we don't haul ass to the 3rd floor.” Piper said causing both Leo and Calypso to groan in sync. “I don't want to go to Math today, we have a test!” Leo said pouting slightly. “A test you need to pass, mister bad boy Supreme.”

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After the last bell rang and everyone rushed to their lockers. Calypso wasn't in much of a rush dreading the next few hours of her life. Calypso unlocked her locker and put all her supplies in her backup and placed it on her shoulders. When she closed the door to her locker she wasn't expecting to see both Leo and Piper arms crossed standing beside her locker door.

“Come on sunshine, we have outfits to make!” Leo grinned. Piper grabbed Calypso's hand walking with her down the hallway. “You know to be Leo's girlfriend, you sure do hold my hand a lot.” Calypso chuckled softly. Piper shrugged. “I've done so much with Leo guess it doesn't seem that big of a deal to do stuff like this.”

Leo nodded. “I mean that and it's painfully obvious you were hook on Annabeth the day you saw her. Leo said casually as he opened the door allowing the girls to walk out of school. “I wasn't hooked from day one!” Calypso yelled defensively. Both Leo and Piper raised a brow looking at Calypso.

Annabeth blushed slightly before swallowing. “Maybe like…day 2…” Calypso muttered softly causing her friends to laugh. “You guys are so mean!” Calypso hit Piper and Leo in the arm. Piper rolled her eyes as she continued to walk down the sidewalk to Calypso's house.

Calypso's ha mouse wasn't too far from school. It only took about 15 minutes for the trio to get there. Piper and Leo pushed Calypso into her house and quickly entered. “Ok, homework later, outfit first!” Piper said excitedly as Leo pushed Calypso to her room.

Calypso flopped down on her bed and watched as her friends open her closet. Leo looked at her clothes. “You color code your shirts? Nerd.” Leo snorted. “Whatever Leo, at least I can find my clothes!” Calypso giggled with Piper. “Alright, how about skirt and a t-shirt? It'd be different from your usual.” Calypso sat up. “Sure. Wait, what is my normal?”

Piper shrugged. “You know, the usual hoodie, jeans, and some shirt you pulled out the closet last minute.” Calypso huffed. “It's not last minute. It's school, not prom.” Leo rolled his eyes. “Oh, nail Polish and glasses! A bag too!” Leo ran over to Calypso nightstand and pulled out a few different colors of nail polish. “Hm, is she gonna wear a beanie or have her hair down?” Leo looked over at Piper.

“Beanie, it'll look cute on her, maybe some glasses too!” Piper said finally pulling out a yellow Polaroid shirt and black skirt. “You'll wear this tomorrow!” Calypso looked at the outfit Piper had pulled from her closet. “Don't forget these too!” Leo held up a black beanie and a pair glasses. “Come on let me paint your nails!”

Calypso sat up. “For a date neither of you are going on, you guys do care a lot about it.” Leo rolled his eyes as he sat crossed legged on Calypso bed. The small latino boy twisted open the clear nail polish. “Clear coat first, then the color, and finally the glitter coat!” Leo said as he began to paint Calypso completely ignoring Calypso previous statement.

Piper sat behind Calypso and began to braid her hair. “Well, we don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of your crush.” Calypso sat still not wanting either of her friends to mess up.

“Done!” Both her friends shouted. “Now that that's done, homework!” Piper said earning a groan from her boyfriend and best friend. “Don't gimme that, you guys need to do it this time!” Calypso gestured at her nails. “My nails aren't dry yet!” Piper squinted at Calypso. “Alright fine, but when they dry we're doing homework!”

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Fuck. It was already Friday. Calypso took a deep breath. “No turning back now.” Calypso mumbled. The school day was half way over and Calypso felt off. Well more off than she had this whole week. “Don't be like that, at least you guys won't be alone.” Calypso sighed as she leaned against Piper. “I guess you're right…”

Calypso never believed that anything could be said too soon, badly timed or wrong yes, the next minute or so of her life was a perfect example.

Annabeth walked up to Calypso with that same pained smile she had last time they'd talk. “Um..My friends kinda cancelled on us last minute, you wouldn't mind if it was just you and me, would you?” Calypso stopped for a moment. She bit her lip clearly nervous. “Uh, no it's fine! We can still hang out.”

“Good, I'll wait for you by the front door!” Annabeth quickly walked off. Calypso watched Annabeth walk away with her hands in her pockets. “Ugh, I'm gonna die!” Calypso said hitting her head on Piper's arm. “Hey, look on the bright side, it's just you and Annabeth!” Calypso looked at Leo pitifully. "That's what I'm scared of, what if I fuck this whole thing up?!"

#heros of olympus #annabeth chase #hazel levesque #hoo #piper mclean #leo valdez #calypso #percy and annabeth #percy jackson #annalypso #highschool aus

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Can I request the appearance and personality preferences with Aizawa and Hizashi?

| aizawa; headcanons.

appearance;

when it comes to appearance, he doesn’t really care - insofar as physical attraction isn’t necessary to him in a romantic relationship. there’s def stuff that gets him going, things he appreciates that can cause a stifled smoulder in his gut – but an s/o is there for love, in his book.

but, since we are here in the category ‘appearance’,..

it’s in details. the rounded curve of a shoulder as they twist to deal with an incoming punch; that split second when the little ‘v’ from shoulder to pectoral draws tight and ready, just before that sight is stolen as they move on – this readiness to deal with hardship. the solid shove of their back into rubble to keep it off a civilian; resolve and stubborn ability and compassion all in one.fingers carding through hair for it to be pulled out of their face, tied up or just flicked away. focus in the lines of an expression as they pick out what groceries that suit their dinner plans, or any plans at all. the way they make decisions and the way- oh, wait… that’s personality.

looks like aizawa’s more focussed on personality than appearance anyway, if it’s supposed to be attractive.

objectively, he can appreciate a fine pair of calves (fine-tuned by lots of running), or the long sweep of someone’s hair (not very practical, but if they’re able to deal with it then it’ll do). but he doesn’t really prefer anything.

except cats. cats are always good and loved unconditionally. i mean, you have to be a seriously vicious cat for aizawa not to love you.

but humans? ehh. literally why? what’s… the point of preferences… u got a face it’s for emoting and sensing and eating, it works doesn’t it?? u got limbs and if ur missing one you’re probably compensating for it with others, (if the loss troubles you, he’s willing to step in and help u find joy again bc dadzawa does that, albeit discreetly if at all possible). ur digestive system works right?? ur skeleton doin ok??? so it’s fine. ur fine. what more do u fuckin’ need, let this old man rest.

man, woman, anything between or around those. literally doesn’t matter, he doesn’t give two shits. how is that relevant?? is only relevant to u??? the finer labels of ur being aren’t for him cuz he doesn’t care abt labels, nor could he ever be as deeply involved in the hows and whats of u as u can be, ur just u??? cool cool move on.

personality;

spine. oh my god, absolutely spine.

u can be a coward or a brave man, but at least be that because you have your own, characteristic principles that have you stand by yourself as you are.

some kind of code, certainly, a line drawn in the sand. there have to be things you wouldn’t stand for and would take action to deal with – though for the love of his sanity, don’t be stupid about it.

he’s… going to need them to be somewhere in the Good alignment. he just - does. not. has no… just, dude. you don’t hurt people just because you have beef with something. solve your goddamn problems without making someone else suffer your pointlessly destructive immaturity.

of course some people don’t know they have better options; fair enough. if you’re willing, he’ll try to help you see and make use of those better options. but he’ll never stand by someone who hurts others for no good reason. never.

proactiveness is greatly appreciated and enjoyed.

aizawa loves when people are socially and emotionally competent (because he’s not), because it makes things go more smoothly. look at him and go ‘you’re not an asshole, you just don’t like to talk and have Strong Opinions’ and let him sleep.that said he can definitely develop a strong attraction to someone as ‘no.’ as he is.

protectiveness and compassion. you don’t have to be a hero or go as far as he does, but he needs someone who understands his deep-seated need to nurture and protect. interesting convos can be had with ppl who feel differently, but he wants understanding in his rom relationships.

wants to just be able to sit and cuddle (cat is not optional cat is Needed), and just. stare out into the distance for a while without letting the world be as much of a bother.

mutual comfort and compassion, support, respect, and a lot of room for all involved personalities.the mutual part is highkey, because as much as aizawa has like. the dregs of energy lmao – he is all about that nurturing life. he can’t be in a relationship with someone he’s not allowed to care about actively. if you don’t want a mutually supportive and strong bond that goes ‘yeah you’re at your worst now, that’s okay. i’m gonna be at my worst like next week’s wednesday prob lmao’, then aizawa doesn’t want you.

| hizashi; headcanons.

appearance;

he absolutely does love prettiness, but it doesn’t… draw him in. he thought for the longest time that his type was long legs, short skirts, sweet lips – then aizawa grew into his stubble and oh jesus fuck-

i’m not sure hizashi is into ladies at all on levels other than platonic and aesthetic, but he doesn’t consider it ever so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who needs labels anyway.

he likes ‘em edgy. good lord let’s be real - hizashi loves dat edge. scruffiness, angular, dark hair, dark clothes, the contrast between pale skin and dark hair, some kinda non-conformist hairdo ( which, for dudes, can be as simple as long ).executive goth? punkgoth? casual goth?

he doesn’t really enjoy make-up. just nah. he likes to know what he’s looking at, likes to know if he reached out there’d be naked skin under his fingertips…

it’s nice if they shorter than him - taller people are giants, have u seen hizashi himself - but the best is equal height cuz then you can just face boop.yes, face boop. just - put ur face straight up against theirs. boop~!

ehrem.

long hair, idle fingers, twirly fabric, a surplus of buttons - anything for him to fidget or stim with is a definite plus.

defined calves are…… attractive….. thicc thighs make him the good kind of concerned for his well-being. he likes the places where bone shows - knees, elbows, knuckles, the bump on your wrist. it’s just very pretty to him and he loves tracing these edges over and over ehrem stimming ehrem.

are u fat? chubby? skinny? somewhere in between? good shit.

personality;

huggy. it’s okay if you’re just the kind to let him hug u, but at least in private he needs dat good ol’fashioned physical affection. huggy. much an’ many huggies.

caring, loving, nurturing. he adores gestures of affection, the more unabashed the better. although that’s mostly bc people’s discomfort makes him unhappy.

domestic. please. he’s a domestic kinda guy lookin’ for a domestic kinda life -- hero work is hectic enough, thanks. the simple old fashioned pleasures of coming home to make yourself a hot drink and sink into that seat you’ve worn a dent into. ready, silent hugs. fingers through hair. the absent petting here and there while ur deep in a book or tv show or thesis.just warm, reliable love.

hizashi is the absolute last person to care for a fling or skinny love. he prefers to have sex with sex workers or friends and foregoes hook-ups with strangers. here too it’s cameraderie, friendship - warm, reliable love.

please love his friends. they’re all one big happy family and he’s dying to include you; it’s cool if you don’t get along!! ...sad, but chill. not everyone clicks.still, though. he does need someone who’d be willing to make an effort.

he... loves.. sexiness. basically this means you’re comfortable propositioning him - not that you’re not/never shy! - that you enjoy chatting about sex and just. have a good ol’ time with it. this again bc ppl’s discomfort = sad hizashi, but also bc he just fucking loves sex. it’s nice! it’s fun! it’s a cute topic and way to get to know each other.

#aizawa #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #so preference headcanons #bnha hizashi #bnha aizawa #aizawa imagine #present mic #eraserhead #present mic imagine #reader x present mic #reader x aizawa #boku no hero imagines #boku no hero #my hero acadamy #my hero academy imagines #boku no hero academy #boku no hero academia imagines

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theguitardiary said: I love finding new music! Especially when you’re not expecting it. We seem to have similar tastes in music! Who do you listen to now in this modern age? There’s only a handful of bands I like but I’m convinced there’s more out there. They’re just not as well known.

Yes, it seems so! :)

Hmm, i don’t like that much of modern bands, if saying modern we mean completely new bands with young people being around for a couple of years. I’m aware that i probably don’t search enough, but these days i don’t even know where to look for bands, 2000-2009 days were much easier in this case. Maybe it’s just me, but sometimes i look at new trendy bands and just can’t treat them seriously, for example i take one look at this Youngblud guy and i don’t have to listen to him to know he’s just another variation of 5 seconds of summer or 21 pilots or Imagine Dragons shit. “New British rock poet” lol, i just can’t. Or Pale Waves, they dress like tumblr goths so you expect goth music, but they play watery pop and the girl says she wants to be like Taylor Swift and Avril Lavigne. I listened to Avril Lavigne in elementary school, but ever since i found lots of actual punk/rock artists and it’s not like it’s the best thing under the earth (anyone remembers times when Avril Lavigne was the biggest faux pas in rock circles?). It’s just some weird trend with people my age/younger becoming some “punk rock/indie queens” with edgy mall goth looks, and of course press falls all over itself in praises and calling them new punk rock princesses and whatnot, and it turns out they don’t listen to classic stuff, they all actually listened to Taylor Swift and want to be Avril Lavigne, each and everyone. This or hair metal bands. I’m not saying it’s neccesarily a crime, but it’s such a common thing, you can see how they compile clothes or videos or even straight up stylize their own songs after “Let Go” or “Under My Skin”. I’m all for nostalgia, but “imitation is the highest form of flattery” saying isn’t an explanation, all that flattery mostly ends up as clowning and copying rather than a wink to your influences. What’s with all that recent acceptance for copying and ripping off older artists? We reached the point where the world is obsessing over old cringe tumblr aesthetics sold as “new wave”, with skinwalking this rock star or another. Everybody claps and grins as if they haven’t seen it all somewhere else before. And then we have horrors like Starcrawler ripping off Katie Jane Garside look and everyone being fine with it. Develop some sort of personality, make up a new one if you dont’ have it, stop ripping off your teenagehood idols, ffs.

*End of a massive modern bands rant*

For the record, I’m sure there are some good independent bands, but i honestly don’t know where to find them and i admit i’m very picky.

Forever Still - at first they may look like a “throwaway Arch Enemy opera metal lady + a bunch of black-wearing random guys” type of band, but thankfully it’s not the case. Maja Shining has an actual personality and a pretty voice. They’re from Denmark, they play alt rock with melodic vocals, mainly a cross between calmer ballads and more metal songs, people compared them to Evanescence because of a trained vocals singer and emotional lyrics, but to me they’ve developed a thing of their own. They use elements of metal, but they actually have memorable riffs and melodies. There’s also a lot of piano in their music and on “Breathe In Colors” (and live shows) they use theremin, which is rarely used instrument in rock.

This band is very impressive, i followed them since their independent days, they eventually were signed by Nuclear Blast but they literally did everything themselves, from cover art to music videos to producing their music. The bass player was apparently an apprentice of Metallica producer/engineer, don’t remember which one though, and you can hear it, i believe they were recording stuff at home but their early songs were top notch in production. It’s funny how their first EPs and first album were self released and sold through internet and yet they sounded like a major label band! And they could literally go on without signing anyone cause they got fans and were selling CDs and merch themselves, but Nuclear Blast got interested in them and they got signed. For a modern day band, they’re doing pretty well which is impressive especially considering everything they achieved, they did it themselves. I think 15 years ago they would be bigger, blame rock’s role in mainstream, or lack thereof. If it was 2003, they would be MTV’s favourites probably. They take care about even small things and i’d say a part of the success is how they’re all in contact with fans instead of playing big rock stars. They toured with Lacuna Coil, Children of Bodom, etc.

Also CONCEPT ALBUMS! They do concept albums. First album “Tied Down” was more emotion driven with ups and downs of a sort, calm and aggressive points, the newest one is much heavier and electronic. “Tied Down” is about depressed person going through some shit and then idk letting go of toxic stuff, “Breathe In Colors” album is much cooler to me, cause it’s darker and heavier and has that electronic cathastrophic decay feeling, i’d say it’s their “Blade Runner” record (i’d say the cover and “Breathe In Colors” video are direct references), especially since they said they were inspired by “Blade Runner” and “Akira”. It’s been released in 2019 and it’s cool, cause i really missed that sort of element in music, the “social fear of the future”/”digital era emptiness” kind of cyberpunk stuff that was in before turn of the century.

I’d say to listen/watch Miss Madness , Scars , Break The Glass Rewind Breathe In Colors

Bandcamp: https://foreverstill.bandcamp.com/

Destructive Daisy - that’s an all-girl grunge band from my country, Poland. Unfortunaly they no longer exist i think, they stopped posting/playing apparently... They were a big hype awhile back, cause they were the only grunge girl band in Poland (at least that we knew of), they’ve got some attention after they released EP and they even supported Mudhoney at their Poland show in 2013 or so. Then they recorded Ophelia’s Dreams album in 2016 and vanished. That’s a shame, cause althought i wasn’t so crazy about them at the time, they’ve got some nice songs and they had those L7 / 7 Year Bitch kinda grunge girl vibes and people looked up to them expecting some next move, but i guess everyone expected too much from them and they played for fun without big plans, idk.

I’d recommend Destructive Daisy EP. Haven’t listen to their stuff in a few years tbh.

Bandcamp: https://destructivedaisy.bandcamp.com/

Hmm, i only listened to select songs from Le Butcherettes and never cared enough to follow their new records, I like this video:

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But I like that weird crossover the chick (Teri Gender Bender? I think that was her name) did with... Melvins. I’m a simple man, I see Melvins, i click. The band’s Crystal Fairy and it’s been a bit of surprise to me. I don’t know if they tour/plan anything more, i suppose it’s a one-off project from 2017. But the album is dope. It’s very Melvins though, don’t know how much of guitar work is done by Teri, to me it’s 100% Melvins and she probably wrote lyrics and melodies, but i don’t know. “Crystal Fairy”, “Sweet Self” however sounds to me like Teri composition. Hard to tell, cause to me both bands have some “twisted blues” quality, it’s just Melvins are heavier. It’s basically Melvins led by a female. If anyone ever wondered how it’s like to have female-fronted Melvins, this is it.

https://crystalfairy.bandcamp.com/

I like Evanescence and Linkin Park, but that’s not exactly “modern” anymore, haha. When you know for example “In The End” song is 20 years old... crazy. Most surprising band i listen to is maybe Sum 41. All the older bands and punks hated them a lot before and call it pop punk, and yes, they had a few irritating happy boys songs, but they’ve got some darker “punk-metal” albums. They had the best guitar skills of those pop punk bands from 00′s, added a good deal of metal (”Chuck”) and piano (”Screaming Bloody Murder”) at some point, but they’re totally fine if someone likes that fast melodic punk like Green Day or NOFX.

Maybe also White Lung, i don’t know all of their albums and listen to it more casually, but it’s female fronted and they’ve got that various layered guitars sound.

Ok that’s it, if i were to tell you in person, i’d probably say 3 words, but in writing i always end up writing long essays :p

If anyone else following this blog has any recommendations of new bands, of course you can send me in ask!

#t #asks

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scones-and-texting-and-murder · 7 years

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Divine Intervention

(Thank you to Luna for donating to our @trashbrigade gisholership fundraiser!)

ao3

Once Sam leaves the motel room, Dean locks the door behind him and sits down on the bed to consider his options. He’s got a couple of hours at least before his brother gets back and he’s feeling restless. Maybe he should indulge in a little me-time to see if that helps.

Double checking that the door is locked, he lies back on the bed and reaches for his belt, then stops and grabs another pillow to shove behind his head. He starts to move toward his belt again but instead drops his hands to the mattress, sighing. He kinda wishes Cas were here. Not like that he quickly adds to himself. It’s just that it’s been awhile since he’s seen Cas and he wonders how he is. He’d probably feel better if he knew Cas was ok. He’d definitely be less edgy if he could be sure that Cas wasn’t in any kind of trouble. That’s all. If Cas could only poof on in here with his hair all fluffed up and his eyes all blue and his arms all muscley…

Ok, maybe a little bit like that.

He lets his mind wander into something that approximates praying to Cas but leaves him with plausible deniability. If he shows up, great. If not, it’s not like Dean is lying around here being a wussy baby. It’s no big deal either way.

Only a few seconds pass before that tell-tale whoosh has Dean smiling. It’s only another second later that Dean scrambles to his feet because that is not Cas. It’s an older man Dean has never seen before, dressed incongruently in a loud Hawaiian shirt and ripped jeans.

In a flash, Dean has a knife in his hand but with a flick of the intruder’s wrist it goes flying across the room. Next, Dean grabs for the gun in his jacket pocket but before he can get to it, another casual gesture leaves him pinned against the wall.

“I’m not here to hurt you.”

Dean gives him the best glare he can muster while being completely at his mercy.

“I’m happy to free you if you’ll just hear me out.”

Dean nods and immediately feels the use of his body return. Taking a few steps away from the wall, he clenches and unclenches his fists. “What are you? What do you want?”

The stranger eyes him curiously. “First off, why did you start with the knife?”

“Are you seriously questioning my weapon choices?”

The man ticks things off on his fingers. “Knife first, then gun. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking of killing you,” Dean answers, and yeah, he’s feeling a little defensive at this point. “Still am,” he mutters a bit more quietly.

“Why not go first for the angel blade under the bed?”

Dean narrows his eyes at him. “How did you know about—“

“You were praying. To an angel. And then I appeared. It doesn’t take a genius.”

Now that Dean has gathered himself a little, he recognizes some of the angelic signs: that ramrod posture despite the casual clothing, and the intense, almost quizzical stare. “Ok, fine. A winged dick. Got it. What do you want?”

The angel sighs, sort of like Sam does right before one of his lectures. “Where do I start? The recklessness? The medicating with alcohol? The insistence on pork rinds as one of the major food groups?” This last one is accompanied by an actual shudder.

“Great, my own personal self-help angel.” Dean crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Look, buddy, why don’t you mind your own business, I wasn’t even praying to you.”

“I know.”

“You know? Then what are you doing here? Isn’t that like...opening somebody else’s mail?” Or something. Either way Dean is pretty sure it’s against angel etiquette.

The angel doesn’t seem put off by Dean’s excellent reasoning. “Who were you praying to?”

Dean hems and haws. “Don’t you know?”

The angel raises his eyebrows. “Say it.”

Dean feels himself blush. “Castiel.”

Cas poofs in. “Hello, Dean.”

“Hello, Dean.” The first angel on the scene mocks, shaking his head. “Always the same thing with you two.”

Cas’s eyes widen and he takes a step back, almost deferentially. “Penemue. What are you doing here?”

Penemue gestures grandly to Dean which causes Cas to look a little pained. “He may be my biggest challenge yet.”

“That’s not fair, Penemue. He’s doing his best.”

“If I didn’t know you were an angel, I could say the same for you.”

Dean looks between them. “Ok, enough of the secret angel club chit chat. What are you talking about? What’s he even doing here?”

Penemue gives Cas a patient look. “Do you want to tell him? Or should I?”

Cas pinches the bridge of his nose. “Dean, Penemue is an angel. A fallen angel whose specialty is—uh—curingstupidityinman.”

Dean frowns in confusion. “What’s that?”

“Really, Castiel?”

Cas sighs. “Curing stupidity in man.”

Dean uncrosses his arms solely for the opportunity to cross them again with added indignation. “What exactly are you trying to say?”

“He’s not saying any—“

Penemue speaks to Dean slowly. “I’m saying you’re stupid.”

Bristling, Cas steps toward the other angel. “You should probably go now.”

“Nah, I’ve got nothing but time. And this one needs some work.”

“You know he was considered the Righteous Man.” Dean hides a smile as Cas puffs up a little.

Nodding, Penemue agrees. “I am aware. He can be righteous and stupid at the same time.”

Dean moves closer to Cas so that they can form a united front against this jerk. “You know, I’ve met a lot of dick angels, but I think you take the cake.” He makes a mental note to work on creating a sigil that banishes only unwanted angels.

Penemue gives him a disapproving look. “I have a job to do and I’ve put it off long enough. I can overlook many of your ignorant choices, Dean. Drink yourself to death? Fine. Watch your cholesterol shoot through the roof? Have at it. But when your stupidity affects others, it’s time I got involved.”

Dean feels a frisson of alarm as Cas steps forward but is quickly stopped in his tracks by Penemue holding up a hand. Dean can’t tell if it’s some sort of grace mojo preventing his advance or simply resignation to whatever this more powerful angel has on him. At least Dean is given a moment to collect his thoughts while Penemue turns his attention to Cas. “You realize that you are equally to blame for this. Much of this could have been avoided had you taken matters into your own hands years ago.”

Dean doesn’t like the sound of that and no doubt he’s getting called an ape next, but his irritation eases when Cas says coolly, “It’s not like that.”

Dean tries not to flinch as Penemue stares at him. It’s got the same angel-intensity he’s used to from Cas but with none of the warmth. Just cold calculation. “You’ve had time, Castiel. Lots of it. And honestly I’m not sure what you’ve been doing down here other than not watching What Not To Wear.”

Cas looks down at his suit and trenchcoat, more confused than offended. Dean loses a few moments considering him in something perhaps a little more form-fitting but he’s brought back to the present when Penemue announces, “Time’s up.”

“This isn’t necessary,” Cas blurts.

If this assclown thinks Cas should’ve offed him years ago then he doesn’t know his so-called brother as well as he thinks. Feeling confident for this first time since this whole thing started, Dean smirks. “Nice try, buddy. If Cas hasn’t killed me by now he ain’t gonna.”

Cas raises a hand of warning but Penemue rounds on Dean, eyes gleaming. “Is that what you think?”

“That’s what I know.” He smiles at Cas, who, strangely, is rubbing his temple.

“I’m not interested in Castiel killing you,” Penemue says, slowly circling Dean. He pauses, looking thoughtful. “But I suppose it would solve the problem.”

“What are you talking about.” Dean looks to Cas. “What’s he talking about?”

“The words are so similar. Maybe that’s where the confusion stems. What with those tiny human minds and all.”

Cas’s voice takes on a tone of desperation. “I’ll take care of it, brother. I promise. You can go.”

Penemue shakes his head. “Your word is no longer enough.”

Well, that’s just rude. “Don’t let him talk to you that way.” Dean still isn’t sure exactly what’s going on but there’s zero chance he’s going to stand by while this guy badmouths Cas. He glares at Penemue. “If he says he’ll do it, he’ll do it.”

“Will he?” Penemue turns to Cas. “Will you? Ok, I’ll wait.” He sits down on the edge of Dean’s bed, hands folded neatly in his lap.

“Uh,” Cas says, and if Dean isn’t mistaken he’s blushing. He looks at Penemue almost beseechingly but Penemue responds with a clear get on with it motion.

Dean throws up his hands. “Ok. That’s it. Somebody tell me what’s going on.”

“Shall I?” Penemue asks with a look of delight.

“I’ll do it.” Cas sucks in a breath and looks somewhere over Dean’s left shoulder. “Dean, Penemue is under the impression that you have been foolishly denying yourself something you want. He’s here to see you…uh…over that particular hurdle.”

“He thinks I’m doing something stupid,” Dean clarifies.

“I do!” Penemue says brightly. “And it is my obligation to put an end to it.”

“And how exactly am I supposed to remedy whatever it is I'm apparently not doing?”

Cas refocuses on the wall behind Dean and mumbles something.

Penemue cups a hand around his ear. “Louder, please!”

“He wants us to kiss.”

Dean feels the air get sucked out of the room. “That’s not…I’m not…” he sputters.

“Uhhhhhhh, yeah you are,” Penemue says, with a level of sarcasm that Gabriel could only hope to achieve. “Did you know that every time you send up one of those half-prayers, it reverberates through all of us? The time you two have known each other is a tiny drop in the ocean cosmically and yet, each day seems to drag for an eternity because we’re all caught up in this nonsense with you.”

“You have no right—“ Cas begins.

“I have every right because you’re both idiots. Do you know how long you’ve been doing this? Forget kissing, how have you two not been naked together yet? I can’t believe any two beings could spend so much time with their cocks in such close proximity and not have consummated their relationship. There’s a word for that, you know: coximity. And you two have exceeded the time frame and failed its sacred test.”

Dean blinks his eyes rapidly and holds up a hand. “That’s not a word.”

Cas gives him a look that clearly asks that’s what you’re getting from this?

“It is indeed a word.”

Dean isn’t sure of much at the moment, but he’s sure of this. “It’s definitely not.”

“Tell him what else I am, Castiel.”

Defeated, Cas responds in a monotone, “The angel of reading and writing.”

“The angel of reading and writing,” Penemue repeats proudly. “That means I can create any word of my choosing.” As they watch, he happily enunciates it again. “Coximity.”

Dean slaps himself in the forehead. His brain is going in about a thousand different directions as he tries to make sense of this. That may explain the next thing to come out of his mouth. “So if I kiss him will you get the hell out of here?”

“Dean, you don’t need to—“

Before he can lose his nerve, Dean kisses him. Cas’s lips are hot and dry and perfect and without meaning to, Dean reaches a hand to his face, feeling the prickle of stubble against his palm. They kiss, the rest of the world forgotten, until Dean’s startled by a clap on his shoulder. Dazed, he pulls back, drawing in a ragged breath and nearly unable to drag his gaze from Cas’s flushed face and spit-slick mouth.

Penemue stands with a hand on each of them. He beams at Dean. “I knew you were smarter than you looked.”

Dean smiles, still dopey from the kissing. “Thanks—hey, wait.”

His voice is kind when he addresses Castiel. “I trust you can take things from here?”

Cas ducks his head. “Yes. Thank you.”

Penemue squeezes his shoulder fondly. “Perhaps I’m here to erase the stupidity of angels as well. Oh, and one more thing, Castiel.” He waves a hand in the air and then, with a rustle and a loud crack, he’s gone.

Dean’s mouth goes dry at finding Cas suddenly clad in tight jeans and a black leather jacket. This time there’s no divine intervention required for Dean to kiss him.

#deancas #destiel #my writing #team trashbrigade

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todokori-kun · 7 years

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The fix was quicker than I expected! Dad’s bringing it (the computer) home today :D

someone needs to photoshop smiling cherubs and flowers around them

OH whoops, sorry about the misunderstanding ^^;; Idk what I even want to happen to the Touken baby, I just don’t want it to die in the womb.

Uta/Touka child might also be pretty attractive, now that I think about it ;)

(Uta/Rize or Uta/Itori child would look even better though)

I was in a nice, fluffy mood when I wrote that. Unfortunately, as I’m going to get my computer back and will be able to start working on the Heathers AU again tonight, this will probably be the last you’ll see of Cinnamon Roll Evans for a while :)

YES I read the new Kuro chapter! Honestly I disliked the 2CT for various reasons but now that it’s actually become canon I think I feel a little better about it (also, is it just me or does ‘real’ Ciel look a bit different from 'our’ Ciel on the last page? His face looks too…perfect, if that makes sense). I’m excited to see what this means for Lizzy’s relationship with both Ciels and Undertaker’s connection to the Phantomhives!

Oh, actually I agree with you there? What I meant by 'op’ is more of a really strong character, not an overpowered one ^^;; sorry, I’ll try to explain myself better:

Super strong characters like Levi, Mikasa, the Titan Trio, Kaneki, Eto, Arima, Sebastian…they are all technically 'op’ (especially Sebastian, dude has literally no weaknesses so far). However, they work because they also have traits that interest us beyond just their strength. Kaneki is a lonely child, a selfish person with a fear of being left behind, drifting and unable to find a reason to live. Levi is an orphan who was raised by a serial killer- he clawed his way up to where he is now. Annie is a sixteen-year-old trained into a killing machine from childhood, she went through life believing that the only person she could trust was her father, and she was desperate to return to him.

(It’s also difficult because everyone seems to have a different definition of 'op’; I personally just use it to jokingly refer to powerful characters or when I talk about strong characters whose power levels are inconsistent with canon to the point where it gets ridiculous (example: we know titan shifters take some time to heal, so if a titan shifter came along who could be behaded then have their head instantly stick back onto their neck like some sort of AoT version of Noro, I’d consider them OP).)

I guess what I was trying to say was that it’s fine to have strong characters, just make sure that they have an actual personality (readers need a reason to care about the characters, after all!) and that their powers make sense? ^^;;

(Also, I think I might have sounded a bit passive-aggressive or rude during this convo about op characters, I'm really sorry if I did OTL I didn’t mean to, but when I reread my comments I realized they could come off that way)

I agree with you about the AoT OCs though. Unfortunately there aren’t a lot of good ones…actually, most OCs I see for popular fandoms aren’t very interesting. Other than the powers or character designs the thing that bothers me is the lack of proper personality (why do so many people think 'happy’ is a personality trait???).

And definitely agree 100% on the angsty backstory. Like, that’s just overkill. There’s a difference between tragedy and being edgy. (It also sort of depends on how good the writer is at conveying emotion and handling the angst, but for the most part stuff like that is

That’s a great way to do things! :D I’m really, really disorganized when it comes to making characters…usually a concept pops into my head and I run with it, adding in details along the way. Tatsuo was created when I wanted to make a male TG OC and suddenly this image of a smug-looking guy with a long black ponytail popped into my head, Naomi started from the idea of making a character with the themes of 'self-discovery’ 'identity’ and 'lies’ woven into their arc. Louisa was literally born from an outfit- I randomly thought of an outfit that looked really pretty and traditionally feminine, yet was actually very practical when you looked closer. Then I tried to imagine what kind of person would wear these clothes and that was Louisa…

idk, I’m bad at explaining stuff haha

(also: Tatsuo was also inspired by various vampire characters I saw in anime/manga, books and TV shows. He’d be so offended if he knew LOL in fact, he just might serve me for dinner at the restaurant or something ;-;)

TYSM! I’m really glad you’ve liked all three of my OCs so far, thank you for listening to me ramble about my babies (actually only Naomi is my baby, Tatsuo and I disowned each other and Louisa moved out) <33333

As for Lou, I’ll send you some more info about her after I develop her a bit more if you like? :) For now, a few random things:

-rarely shows emotions like anger or sorrow

-not because she’s bottling them up, but because she’s learned how to handle them in a healthy way

-always smells like mint for some reason

-maybe because she’s addicted to mint tea

-her bodyguard suspects she doesn’t drink water at all and lives on the stuff

-she also likes strong flavors

-has the kind of bright, pretty smile that makes you want to trust her

-so you do

-and you (probably) get killed

-had a girlfriend named Iris once, a nice, sensible girl who managed to keep her from getting too buried in her work and various plans for her family and took care of her in ways that her bodyguard couldn’t (AKA somehow got her to realize that mint tea does not equal a proper meal)

-unfortunately Iris did not know that Lou can be a bit terrible

-she walked in on Lou casually wiping the blood off of her knife with the dead body of a certain businessman on the floor in front of her

-“Oh, Iris. What are you doing here, darling? I thought I asked the servants to keep you upstairs, my private meetings can be a bit messy… Iris? Love, are you quite alright? You look a little pale…”

-Well, that was the end of that relationship

XD the titan designs are one of the best things about AoT, in my opinion. You could make a gallery out of all the pictures of them that that have appeared in the anime and the manga so far lol

Oh, really? Hope you enjoy/ed the list then :D was it ok??? (Part 2 was intended to smash feels)

Sweet! That wasn’t so long ^^

I know you meant Voldy and Draco by the flower statement but...

I’m this close to finding a physical copy of the manga and throwing it in the fire while yelling ‘Lighten the fuck up’.

Gimme the Uta/Itori love child now, pretty please. Damn, that would be one attractive baby.

And now I fear for my life. Great. Well, more for my hear than for my life, but whatever.

Well, I never really had a formed opinion on the 2CT theory, but I did read a few things about it. I didn’t expect it to be true, though. Welp, now we can assume it is true, and I am SHOOK Here’s an accurate description of me during the chapter.

I think that might be since he’s a tiny bit more similar to Vincent, while Our Ciel is more similar to Rachel. I mean, we know that there are physical differences between the two (if we assume that Real Ciel is the one who was previously Lizzy’s fiancé), because Real Ciel is taller than Our Ciel.

Yep, I definitely can’t wait to see where it’ll go from now. I remember seeing a post that said ‘This is the biggest shock to the fandom since we found out Undertaker was fuckable’

Also: Our!Ciel: three years ago I lost my dear twin brother to some cultists and a demon. Real!Ciel: Quit telling everyone I'm dead! Our!Ciel: Sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Oh, I see! I always think of OP as OverPowered, that’s why I got a bit defensive ^^;;;;;

Well, like you said, everyone has their own definition of OP. Sometimes, I’ll even think of OCs who have trait that’s already specific to another character as OP, like Titan-Shifter OCs, or OCs with a plot basically the same to a canon character (not OP but very irritating) And don’t get me started on Demon-Contracted OCs in the Kuro fandom. Those make me want to defenestrate myself.

Yup, I have no problems with strong characters as long as they’re not ridiculously strong and aren’t there purely because of that power, but they also have personality.

Don’t worry, I reread my original statement about OP characters and was like ‘man this sounds so bitchy and high and might hnnnngh’ but couldn’t find a way to rephrase it properly ^^;; So, no worries, I know how you feel ^^

Well, for some reason, it seems that the people who make believable OCs are either lazy or scared to post theirs. Or they simply don’t care. The ones with Mary Sues like to holler at people with ‘LOOK AT MY BAE CHARACTER AREN’T THEY PERFECT???’

There’s this blog I follow (it’s gone inactive, unfortunately) that takes Mary Sues and breaks them down (well, the correct term would be make fun of, but they do offer some advice on how to improve them), and you wouldn’t believe the shit I found there. Here’s the link if you want.

For some reason, people seem to think that the edgier the backstory, the ‘more original’ the character, which (of course) isn’t true, because that means everyone will have a super tragic backstory that no longer makes sense. Another thing I’ve noticed is that they sometimes avoid some pretty important details like ‘Character was born into a healthy, happy family. One thing led to another and the family was killed, while character was molested (a very common backstory theme) and taken in by a cult’ and I’m like ???

My character usually start out like this: *luna is watching a show* OK BUT WHAT IF THERE WAS A CHARACTER WHO-

And so a new character is born.

But your ways of starting a character are also quite interesting ^^ Especially by looking at an outfit! I ALWAYS WANNA LISTEN TO YOU RAMBLE ABOUT CHARACTERS!

Titans make me laugh, honestly. Like, these are supposed to be the main bad creatures? Steampunk zombies (kabaneri) look scarier than that.

It was the hulk smash of feels :-))))

#evans #submission

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atypical60 · 7 years

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I’ll get to the greatest clutch in a little bit. Trust me, this little bag is greatness!

But first, let me tap into the weekend. You know how when things go wrong sometimes it’s just a domino effect? So, let me start.

You know how when things go wrong sometimes it’s just a domino effect that piles up? A coupla things happened.

Something happened to my tooth. I woke up Thursday with a throbbing pain on the right side of my face that went from my ear to my jaw. And naturally, me, thinking I’m a dental school graduate, decided to poke around in my mouth.

When I touched one of my back molars I just about jumped through the roof of the Chateau! My self-diagnosis was that I cracked my tooth whilst grinding my teeth during my slumber.

I can safely say that Curly and I have the same reaction!

And it didn’t get better. So from Thursday on I’ve been living on Advil, Anbesol and some no-name numbing lotion for my teeth. This is not the best way to live when one of your grown children is coming to visit. Especially when you have been looking forward to your daughter’s visit for a long, long time!

The plan on Friday was for Oona to fly into LaGuardia. She was going to grab a quick dinner with her dad and then head onto the train for Philly. Bonaparte and I were to pick her up at 10:30 Friday evening.

Are you still with me?

It rained Friday. Actually, it was an all-day downpour. No. It was more like the monsoon. And Oona’s flight to LaGuardia was cancelled.

But….she was lucky enough to get rerouted on a direct flight to Philly and we were able to pick her up at the airport earlier than anticipated!

A lesson in how bad things that happen can turn out to be very good things.

Who knew that a monsoon of a rainy day and a cancelled flight would make the day turn around to a much better one!!

Saturday was a very “Mommy and Me” day. We both had haircuts (and I had my roots done) by Adam and then it was manicure time at the nail salon.

We both had haircuts. I was able to wear my bio hair all by itself. Oona had a few inches taken off. She has a great head of hair!

It was all very good because we were going out to a local French restaurant that evening. I really, really wanted to enjoy my dinner so I was popping Advil like those little dot candies on the long strips of paper. The throbbing, pulsating pain in my mouth would not go away!

In reality, it would be far better if Advil came on strips like this, I could just carry them in my purse and bite them off the paper every ten minutes!

We had dinner at Sips. We’ve gone to this restaurant a few times. And each time we went, we had a great meal. The kids love the place. I love the place. Bonaparte likes the place.

Thank God the wine was good! Because everything else was a disappointment. And I feel awful about that because this restaurant was always so wonderful.

I dunno what happened by the meal turned out to be horrible. I’m not kidding. The only part of the meal that was great was the company. The appetizers were fine. Both Bonaparte and Oona ordered steak that was too well done. One of the reasons I rarely order steak at a restaurant. I like it blue! I had crab cakes that were way, way over seasoned. Dessert—well the cake tasted like a cake that you would buy at a discount grocery store.

Escargot. I don’t know why these little buggers aren’t served in shells anymore..

My appetizer of Baby Octopus over Hummus. I wish I had ordered a huge portion of this for my dinner. This was very good despite the remainder of the dinner!

We couldn’t figure out what was worse. The food or the fact that when Oona very politely-bordering-on-timidly mentioned to the waiter that she ordered her steak medium rare and it was well done. He told her to cut into the center of the steak. Who says that??? He took the steak back.

You said WHAT to my daughter? It’s a good thing the waiter took that overcooked steak back.

It was a sad moment because we always liked Sips but the quality of the meal was so sub-par that I think it’ll be a long time until our return. I don’t like when good restaurants turn bad.

But the good thing is that we were able to spend time together and have some good wine and great conversation. So, the evening was not a total loss!

Yesterday was fun day. Oona and I went to the movies. We saw…

Our OOTD from yesterday. I love Oona’s taste in clothing. She’s a bit more edgy than I am and she has a great sense of style. Skinny jeans with a loose Boho Tee, a Moto jacket and a tassel necklace. Her shoes are flats from J. Crew. I went with a casual mom look. Skinny jeans, sneakers, a loose sweater and plaid shirt.

Beauty and the Beast!

The music, the visuals, the special effects, the story, the costumes, the actors–it all made for a great escape! I want to see this movie again. And again. And again. And I’m not a huge Disney fan either but this was amazing!

It was GREAT!!! Emma Watson was fantastic as Belle and the best surprise was Kevin Kline as Maurice, her father. It was much better than the animated version and there was a bit of darkness to it. Although not as dark as the Jean Cocteau version.

Jean Cocteau’s version of La Belle a La Bete was the darkest version of this tale but it was also the most dramatic. Jean Marias’ Beast performance as Beast was very moving.

After the movie, Oona and I took a trip to the mall

And that is where I found it. In the mall. At Francesca’s.

Although I don’t frequent this store, the accessories and trendy jewely are perfect for summer!

The greatest, summertime, adorable, lightweight, roomy, cutest, most wonderful bag for women from 20 to 90 years old!

Have you ever been to Francesca’s? I’ll admit. I haven’t. It doesn’t seem to be my type of shop. The clothing is a bit too Boho for me. But …

The costume jewelry and tote bags for the summer were just so darned happy and bright and fun!!!

Inexpensive, colorful and fun jewelry for the summer.

I can’t tell you how much I love this little clutch bag. Francesca’s was having a “buy-one-get-one-for-60%-off” sale. I ended up buying one for me and one for Oona!

This bag is so stinking adorable that I cannot hold my glee inside. DO you have any idea how difficult it is to find a navy bag–let alone a fun clutch for the summer? At $22, this is a great bargain. And those pom-poms!

Whaddya think? Is this bag great or what?? This is the summer bag. It can go to the beach, out to dinner for a bit of a dress up, the movies–anywhere!

It snaps shut and the snap is sewn in very sturdy.

There’s enough room for my over-stuffed wallet, a phone, a comb and lipstick.

And with those little pom-poms, it’ll match any outfit! I’m dying here!

It’s a nice size too. Not too big, not too small. It’s just right!

The bag almost made me forget about my pained tooth.

The time together was way too short. We really had a wonderful time talking about Oona’s life in Cincinnati, her job, her boyfriend and we binge-watched TV on our down time.

She left this morning for meetings in NYC. I’m proud of my daughter. She’s a very independent woman and I’m glad she is her own person and a strong woman. She’s a good girl! We had the best “Mommy and Meekend” (get it? Mommy and me–weekend?)

See our earrings? Bauble Bar now has a jewelry line that is being sold at Target. Aren’t they adorable?

The earrings match the pom-poms on the clutch bag!

As for me, I went to the dentist this afternoon. My self-diagnosis was incorrect. I did not crack my tooth.

The pain is because I’ve got some gum issues. I also have to stop grinding my teeth. I have three teeny cavities that need to be filled. I’ll be visiting a periodontist first—if my medical insurance allows. And I’ll get the little cavities filled.

Mother’s little helpers better get rid of this throbbing!

But for now, I’ll enjoy the antibiotics and the pain relievers that the dentist prescribed. But I do take my medications seriously and cautiously. I asked the pharmacist if it was OK for me to take my medication before wine. And not wanting to sound like a lush, I did mention that I only drink wine on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. She said it was better for me to not indulge. We’ll see about that one.

There is no worse pain than a toothache–or the pain when your kids leave the homestead.

Do you remember the Dave Clark Five? Do you remember this song “Having a Wild Weekend”? had quite the wild weekend too. In a wildly wonderful way!

The Greatest Clutch Bag for Summer 2017. And a Great Mommy and Meekend! I’ll get to the greatest clutch in a little bit. Trust me, this little bag is…

#Family #Fashion #Weekend

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im going to do the 30 day neopet challenge but im going to do it in one post under a readmore bc i will almost certainly forget it within the first week if i do it the proper way, i don’t think anyone is going to care about my responses in particular and i don’t want to spam people daily, and most importantly: im super bored right now

Day 01: When did you start playing Neopets and how old is your current account?

my first account got purged but i saved the date that i created it. i had my 14 year neopets anniversary last month WOW!!! my current account will turn 11 in may.

Day 02: How did you find out about Neopets?

i think my brother made a neopets account when he was like 10ish, he didn’t get super into it but my dad also made an account and got really involved with the site!! i was like 6 or 7 and i just really liked poogle solitaire (rip). i don’t think i actually knew how to play but it amused me and my dad let me continue playing because he got stuff for it. but eventually i guess he got sick of me being on my account and made one for me. my first username was bleubaby_72, which is named after a doll i had as a much younger child (Blue Baby, misspelled) and i don’t think the 72 means anything. my first pet was a yellow aisha whose name i don’t remember... my dream pet was a desert aisha (would still die for a UC desert aisha, i wouldn’t say theyre my fave but THE SENTIMENTAL VALUE.......)

Day 03: Favourite Neopets species?

i love boris! and yurbles recently shot up my list of fave pets, but i don’t like a lot of their colors. i generally prefer neopets that are mammalian (but not as a rule necessarily) and have features of real animals but can’t necessarily be pinpointed as a certain real species. like, aishas and wockies are cats, gelerts and lupes are dogs, grarrls are tyrannosaurus rex, elephantes are duh. and thats fine and good i still like a lot of those species! but yurbles for example have that hedgehog/bear thing going on but they also have their weird spiral ears and neck ruff. and thats my favorite thing.

i also really like unis because i’ve been a horse girl since childhood n never grew out of it, and they have great colors. and aishas were my first fave and will always be one of my favorites. so i can appreciate pets that can more easily be represented by 1 animal.

Day 04: How many pets do you own and which is your favourite?

ummmmmm 14 i think? there might be a few other pets rotting on sides that i kinda forgot about, i’m too lazy to check. Abbur is my favorite, he’s my pink bori baby boy and i just care about him with all my heart. i really like his customization and none of my pets have any real “stories” or anything but most of them have vague personalities and histories and his is more developed than any of my other pets. Alabryss is another fave, i’ve had him for FOREVER and he’s always been a uni but he’s gone thru a billion color changes. he’s royal now and will almost definitely be royal for the rest of his life. his name is a misspelling of the petpet Alabriss (i think i made him 1 day after they were released) which i didn’t totally do on purpose.. like obviously i got the name from the petpet but i didn’t realize until a while later that i had subconsciously used it. anyway i’m not complaining, i still love him and he has an alabriss petpet named yuni

Day 05: Favourite Paint Brush colour?

OHH HBOY that’s hard!!! off the top of my head w/o looking through colors or anything i like royal and desert bc they’re generally more Elaborate w/ the clothes options and stuff. but i also have a big appreciation for cheap colors like cloud and ghost.. they look good on almost every pet imo. i like starry a lot too, big obnoxious iconic neopets stars. i especially like when starry pets have orange accents.

Day 06: Favourite Labray only colour?

is robot labray only? robot is cool. i guess there’s the robot zapper thing from the dr sloth plot forever ago but does that count?? i think chocolate would be my next choice. i can’t even remember all the labray only colors

Day 07: Favourite Petpet species?

this is so hard!!! i’ve always loved petpets SOO much. i’ve recently started to have a big appreciation for the super like.. generic, classic petpets.. like the kinds youd find in the neopia central petpet shop. they have a certain charm to them and i love them. i’ve always liked crokabeks a lot, theyre sooooo square shaped!! square crows! gruslen & doglefox were my faves as a kid.

Day 08: Favourite Petpet colour?

birthday is rly cute

Day 09: Favourite Petpetpet species?

uhhhhh i don’t know all the petpetpets and never had THAT much of an interest in them. what’s the one that looks like a praying mantis??? i’ve always liked those

ok wait i just looked up a list and petpetpets can be p cute actually. i still like the praying mantis dude, moach, but i also love: cooty, fleaf, lightmite, and zytch. i don’t tend to like art of petpetpets in games and stuff but they’re cute in their regular images.. theyre so small......

Day 10: Favorite Neopian world?

UHHHHHHH since i was a kid i’ve always liked: faerieland, lost desert, and mystery island.

Day 11: Which team do you pick for the Altador Cup and why?

always darigan citadel. i don’t really know why i picked it my first year... i was never like an Edgy Goth Kid or anything. they got 2nd place the first year and i thought that was awesome, and i had also gotten involved with a really fun DC chat group so i joined them again the next year. then they won and that was awesome!! other people in the chat group started joining other teams and there was no reason it needed to be a DC only group (it was called the 30 trillionaires... our “goal” every year was to collectively make it to 30 trillion goals during the season. which is impossible but idk that was what made it kind of fun i guess.. it was just casual yooyuball grinding and chatting with friends lol) so i wasn’t “stuck” with the team but even after they stopped doing so well i stuck with them out of loyalty. i used to be SUPER into the altador cup but i lost touch w/ the chat group and never got into it again

Day 12: Favourite Avatar?

ANOTHER HARD QUESTION!! i’ve always LOVED the bon appetite kelp one.. which i still don’t have. generally i prefer the “older” style of avatars where they were simpler, mostly animated but in a simple way and a lot of the time w/ pixel art elements. i feel like a lot of newer avatars have a way heavier focus on animation, like theyre just lil gifs, they lost a lot of that simplicity. i also tend to be biased toward avatars that have odd shapes rather than just being squares. like gloomy and jazzmosis and taelia. even the circle ones that still have regular borders are pleasing to me

Day 13: Which chat boards do you usually chat in?

i don’t use the boards much... i lurk newbie chat a lot and sometimes try to get involved and talk w/ people but i never keep it up. i was an avatar chat girl as a kid and that’s still the place i feel the most comfortable i guess.

Day 14: Are you in a guild?

nope! i LOOOOOVED guilds and 10 year old me would be so upset to find out that i’m not involved in the Guild Life anyway. imo it’d be really cool if guilds got a rehaul.

Day 15: Favourite Faerie?

mira is my girl.. i like the battle faerie a lot too but i can’t remember her name.

Day 16: Do you have a gallery and does it have a theme?

i have one created but i don’t even know what’s in there, i don’t pay much attention to it. i think i just have a few plushies and petpets and random items i thought were cute or charming. i like the idea of one day having a guild with a cool theme.

Day 17: Do you use the Battledome?

not really. i have my dad’s old account now with a super super powerful battle pet (he was Famous in the BD and i think for a while his pet was one of the most powerful pets on the whole site) so i guess i should take advantage of that but i don’t

Day 18: Do you use the NC Mall?

nah... i use the free NC when i get it, usually. i think i have some accrued on a few different accounts that i just don’t use. it’s kind of a pain in the ass to worry about NC items in customizations on diff side accounts.

Day 19: Favourite shop to shop at?

i rarely even look at neopets shops lol. when i was younger i really liked the faerieland petpet shop. that’s all i got for u

Day 20: Favourite game?

i feel obligated to say spinacles bc it’s my blog title but i don’t even like spinacles, i’m just good at it and there were a good few months when i got a good number of people who aren’t normally super into neopets obsessed w/ beating my score and it Amused me. i’m not even like a spinacles Master but i do know how to get gold Very easily. anyway uhhh i think let it slide is fun and i’m fairly good at it but i hate playing it for np because it feels like it takes forever and it gets boring. i feel the same way about assignment 51 which i also like the Aesthetic of a lot. i have a love/hate relationship with ultimate bullseye II

Day 21: How many items are currently in your Safety Deposit Box?

Items: 1,900 | Qty: 2,828

Day 22: Whats the most amount of Neopoints you’ve ever had at one time?

i hit 8mil recently and then spent some of it on a royal pb. i had planned on going for 10mil before spending any (so i can get that sweet bank account upgrade) but i got impatient.

Day 23: Do you use the Stock Market?

occasionally. i don’t check it every day but i have a decent portfolio

Day 24: Favourite Daily (ex. Coltzan’s Shrine, Tombola, etc.)?

i kinda like the discarded blue grundo plushie or w/e in faerieland. i don’t know his whole stupid name but i remember when he was just a tiny pixel in faerieland that didn’t do anything, so it’s cute that he’s a daily now and gets visited by people more often.

Day 25: Do you decorate your Neohome(s)?

not at all

Day 26: What is a Paint Brush colour TNT should release next?

honestly why dont they just make pet pb colors out of colors that are currently petpet exclusive? birthday and valentine? fuckin.. picnic might be harder to execute but it’s out there and it’s a fun one.

Day 27: Favourite hero? Favourite Villian?

i’m not as educated about neopets lore as i’d like to be i think..... i like nabile, shes a hero right?? and i’ve always like balthazar. he’s a piece of shit.

Day 28: Favourite plot or site event?

my biggest regret is not being more involved in plots as a kid :( i read the comics but didnt participate. i really liked the LDP comic and wish i’d been part of the actual puzzles and stuff.

Day 29: Are there certain items you collect?

i kind of collect cute petpets, i love them and don’t usually get rid of them once i acquire them. same with cute plushies. also i like the poorly drawn items from the “artists day off” days, smelly jelly is one of my faves i think

Day 30: Why do you like Neopets?

there’s... so much to do!!!! like yeah the site is dying and jumpstart is digging its own grave and sooo many parts of the site are dead or broken or whatever but there’s still just, always a new goal to strive toward and a new thing to get into and i think that’s cool.

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