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queenie-official · 6 months

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Okay so you’re one of the only ones I’ve seen mention AJ recently so I wanted to come to you with this thought. You know the ‘write a prisoner’ website it went around tiktok for a little? Well I was thinking, in a universe where his ending is different (no spoilers just in case your other followers haven’t watched it) reader finds him on the write a prisoner site and they become penpals. You’re able to develop a genuine connection with one another and he’s able to talk and vent to you about everything that’s gone wrong/right in his life and you’re able to do the same thing. He ends up writing you sappy little poems and love notes eventually cause he realizes you are more than just a penpal to him. At some point you end up surprising him with an actual visit and it just solidifies his feelings being able to finally see you in person. If we’re going off of the mafia!au for him, then maybe he ends up having some of his men on the outside start to keep tabs on you..solely for protection purposes of course not because he wants to make sure he’s the only guy you’re talking to. There’s a couple videos I saw where the girls were still able to be surprised with flowers on the doorstep somehow by their penpal and I definitely feel like he’d do the same thing. There’d be a line in one of his notes afterwards of like ‘Did you get my little surprise, sweetheart? Just wait till you see how much I can really spoil you once I’m out of here.’ Ahhh maybe it’s just me that gets all giggly at this idea. Idk just a little thought 😅

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OMG STOP I LOVE THIS SM!!

okay so ima break this up a bit because it’s easier for my brain to focus 😭 will start with looking at it from Aj’s character and then from if it was Mafia!Ani

(i’d also like to state idk how the ‘write a prisoner’ website works exactly but i feel like it’s pretty self explanatory so ima just roll with how it works in my mind)

Aj: becoming pen pals with a prisoner and bonding is a lot easier then you went into the website thinking, you only really go in with the fact you’ll be speaking with a criminal. once you see his photo your interest is peaked (i mean how could it not look at him)

anyway you guys start off with simple topics when messaging like favorite hobbies and Aj mentions to you that he has a love for playing the piano- (idk about you guys but there’s nothing hotter then a man who can play an instrument and play it well) maybe he even makes a promise to you that when he gets out he’ll play for you.

and Aj is such a sweetheart he so would write you poems maybe he starts off with something simple and sweet that can be interpreted in a friend way because for as confident as a guy he is you make him nervous. he only started writing you poems once you two where close enough for him to feel safe and be open with his thoughts and how he got into this situation. and honestly you don’t think he’s to bad of guy after all he never went out of his way to kill anyone during a heist and he always made sure to donate a percentage to charity organizations, so you’re able to push the fact he’s a criminal aside.

as your relationship with him progresses and his friendly poems slowly turn into something more you realize how badly you want to visit him. to see his pretty face in person (even if it is behind a glass frame) and to hear the voice you’d been imagining in your head. so with all the courage you can muster you do some digging and make plans to surprise him. Oh boy are you grateful you went through with it- seeing him in person was almost surreal. somehow he was more handsome in person and furthermore his gravely voice was definitely hotter then you ever could of imagined. he’s a smooth talker, seemingly more bold in person then he was through a screen (which shocked you since with most people it’d be the opposite). oh and when he sees you… sees your smile- the way you flutter your lashes when listening to him speak- he knows he’s done for, knows that there’s no one else he wants more in his life and even more importantly he cannot wait for his release date.

you make the effort to visit him as often as you can…

Mafia!Anakin: we all collectively agree Ani is a possessive man- even if he doesn’t always show it but Mafia Ani, oh that man isn’t afraid to show he’s possessive in fact as far as he’s concerned he owns you. so to no one’s surprise he 100% has men on the outside looking after you. making sure you’re safe, single unbothered by those around you.

Anakin has connections everywhere, i mean he’s the top boss. so if he wants to surprise you with something he will, and he’s got the money for it so honestly what’s stopping him?

waking up and getting ready to start your day only to here your doorbell go off, opening your front door to see a huge bouquet of flowers. it really confuses you at first- i mean you don’t really talk to other guys (probably because every time you did they suspiciously disappeared- if you had their number and messaged them all they’d say is they moved away) so who are they from. taking them inside and seeing a note on the ground that must of fallen out of the bouquet your question is answered.

‘Hope you like them Pretty girl’

it’s not even signed but you know exactly who it’s from. of course you confront him at your next visit, and once you do all he does is give you a sly little smile through the glass as you both hold the phone next to your ears.

‘just wait till you see how much i can really spoil you once i’m out of here’

ugh that resonantes with me sm 😩 he 100% would say that and then swiftly move the conversation along as you blush silently, something about how he said it or maybe it’s the look in his eyes that leaves you flustered.

i think i ranted a bit to much about this 😀 my apologies huns 😭 but anyways you’re so real for this and thank you for dropping it in my asks 🫶🏼

you’re actually my first ask too so 🤭🤭 thank you for the absolute serotonin boost this gave me Xx <3

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severelystrangewriter · 7 months

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Penpal (Flufftober 2023 Day 1)

Pairing: kazutora hanemiya x female reader

WC: 1279

Warnings: none

Summary: baji insists on finding kazutora’s long lost penpal

Note: this is my first time posting to tumblr so if it’s a little wonky forgive me. also this is my first ever time sharing something i’ve written so i hope you enjoy :)

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“Who’s that?” Baji pointed at the picture in Kazutora’s wallet.

“N-nobody!” Kazutora snapped the wallet shut, but Baji was already stealing it from his hand and opening it back up to get a better look.

“If she’s nobody then why do you have a picture of her in your wallet?” Baji tilted his head as he studied the photo, “She’s pretty cute.”

“Lemme see,” Chifuyu leaned over to look, humming in agreement when he saw her.

“C’mon, give it back,” Kazutora tried to grab it, but Baji kept the wallet just out of reach.

“Not until you tell us who it is,” He insisted.

Kazutora sighed, feeling his face heat up, “You remember in middle school when we had that penpal assignment with that other school? Well she was mine. Her name is (Y/n).”

“Do you guys still talk?” Chifuyu asked.

Kazutora rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “Not really. Last time we talked was right before we graduated middle school.”

“And you’ve kept it this whole time?” Baji laughed, “Dude, we’re about to graduate high school! That’s so creepy.”

“Don’t laugh! And it’s not creepy! I just never got around to getting rid of it,” Kazutora whined as Baji continued to poke fun at him.

“Why don’t we just throw it away now?” Baji questioned.

Kazutora’s eyes widened and he quickly snatched the wallet away, “No! Don’t!”

“Why not?” Baji raised his brow, crossing his arms.

Kazutora shrugged, looking down at the picture of your smiling face as he tried to think of a good reason. If he was being honest, he never forgot about the picture being in his wallet. In fact, he always thought about you, wondering what you were up to, what you were like now, just wondering about you. He wondered if you thought about him too.

“She was nice,” He said quietly.

Baji made a noise of disbelief, “That’s it? You don’t want to throw it away because she was nice?”

“Why’d you stop talking to her then?” Chifuyu tilted his head.

“Well, I offered to meet up with her once, but she turned me down because she was too nervous,” Kazutora explained, “She gave me her phone number… But I lost the letter before I could message her.”

Chifuyu nodded in understanding and Baji looked a little thoughtful at this admission.

“Then why don’t we just find her?” Baji suggested.

“H-huh?” Kazutora’s eyes widened.

“Yeah,” Baji nodded, “We can go look for her.”

“You’re suggesting we search all of Tokyo for just one girl?” Chifuyu asked skeptically.

“I’m sure we would find her eventually. We just have to ask around,” Baji shrugged, making it sound like the easiest thing in the world.

“Where would we even begin?” Kazutora shook his head in disbelief.

At this Baji grinned, “I know just the place.”

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“Well that’s cute,” Mikey commented after Baji finished explaining the predicament of finding Kazutora’s long lost penpal.

“Or really weird,” Draken muttered, eyeing his friend.

Kazutora’s face flushed in embarrassment as he looked away. He should’ve known that when Baji said they were going to search for you that it would undoubtedly involve their friend Mikey. As much as he wanted to cringe at the inevitable teasing that would come from his friends, he had to admit that Baji was pretty ingenious. His reasoning being that they had a decently sized gang so someone was bound to know something.

“Hm…” Mikey studied the picture of your face closely, “You know what, she actually looks pretty familiar.”

Draken took a look next and nodded his head, “I think I’ve seen her hang around Takemitchy before.”

Mikey snapped his fingers in realization, “Yeah! That’s right!”

“Takemitchy knows her?” Kazutora asked in surprise.

“Uh huh,” Mikey nodded with a smile, “We were actually about to meet up with him at the park if you wanna come with.”

And so the five of them made their way to a park where they met up with Takemichi and his friends as well as Hinata and Emma. Baji didn’t even greet them before he was shoving your picture in their faces demanding if they had seen you before.

“Dude, isn’t that your neighbor?” Yamagishi asked Takemichi as he adjusted his glasses while squinting at the picture.

“Yeah, it’s (Y/n),” Takemichi nodded.

“That’s her!” Baji said excitedly, then he went on to explain how they had been looking for you because you were Kazutora’s old penpal that he lost contact with.

Kazutora couldn’t believe his luck, the fact that he found you so easily seemed like a dream. And the fact that you had a mutual friend was astounding; he briefly wondered how he had never seen you before.

“I can call her if you want,” Takemichi offered suddenly, throwing Kazutora out of his thoughts.

“Huh?” He asked with eyes wide.

“Yeah! Why don’t we invite her!” Mikey sounded equally eager to meet the long lost penpal.

“Uh… I-I dunno guys,” Kazutora hesitated.

“Oh come on, don’t chicken out now!” Baji groaned, poking his friend in the forehead.

“What are you afraid of? Are you thinking she’ll call you a freak for keeping her picture this whole time?” Chifuyu questioned with a smile while resting a hand on Kazutora’s shoulder in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture, but his words filled Kazutora with anything but.

“Well I wasn’t,” He said pointedly, but now he was. Because Chifuyu was right! It was cringey and weird to keep a picture of a person he hasn’t spoken to in years! He didn’t even know if you were even going to remember him! “What’s the worst that can happen?” Mikey shrugged.

“I don’t know, the whole calling him a freak thing sounds about as bad as it gets,” Emma commented, “He’d never live it down.”

“Thanks Emma,” Kazutora mumbled sarcastically.

“(Y/n) wouldn’t do that though, she’s super sweet,” Hinata spoke up, trying to ease his growing nerves.

And so you were called. Takemichi didn’t mention that you were being looked for by Kazutora, which they all thought would be for the best. You agreed with enthusiasm, having nothing better to do in the first place.

It didn’t take long for you to show up and when you did, time seemed to slow for Kazutora. You were beautiful. Your eyes seemed to sparkle in the sunlight, and he knew that if he was given the chance, he could get lost in them for hours. Seeing that bright smile on your face in person made Kazutora’s heart skip a beat. You were perfect.

“Hi guys!” You chirped to your friends, who greeted you just as happily.

Your smile dropped as your face morphed to one of shock upon seeing Kazutora.

“I know you!” You exclaimed, pointing at him.

“Y-you do?” Kazutora questioned, an ounce of hope finding its way into his tone.

“Yeah! You’re Kazutora, right? We used to be penpals!”

His heart soared at the fact you remembered him. You really remembered him!

“Well isn’t that a crazy coincidence!” Baji grinned mischievously, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

When Baji told you about the picture in the wallet, you didn’t cringe away like Kazutora feared. Instead, you smiled up at him and told him that it was endearing, then you confessed to keeping everything he’s ever sent, including his picture that you keep tacked to a board hanging in your room. No one could wipe the beaming grin off his face even if they tried after you said that.

The rest of the day was spent at the park, having fun and chatting, and mostly reacquainting yourself with your old penpal, Kazutora.

You even put your number in his phone so he wouldn’t lose it this time.

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darlingvernon · 1 year

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you've got mail! | 03.

Author: darlingvernon (prev nonrevblr)

Pairing: Chwe Hansol x Fem Reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, college au, penpal au

Rating: 18+

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 4,791

Description: The concept of Equivalent Exchange is not foreign to you, and since you need Jeonghan to participate in a Social Experiment for your Psych Thesis, you inevitably have to participate in his too. It isn’t the walk in the park you thought it would be, especially when your penpal Vernon keeps knocking down the walls that you’ve built; scratching an itch you couldn’t reach.

Author's Note: i'm so sorry this took so long! i had a couple of other projects before i could finish it. i am... not entirely happy with it because i was working another fic with a different writing concept so i think i lost the writing style near the end there. anyhow, i'm still putting it out because if i touch it anymore i'll end up scrapping it. hopefully, you guys enjoy it. please, let me know what you think! happy reading!

This place is one of your absolute favourites.

The hole-in-the-wall cafe, Casa Mia, is only a couple of blocks from campus and you stumbled upon it one day when you were out on a walk with Jeonghan. The exposed bricks paired with the mason jar pendant lights give it a rustic feel and with the added touch of mismatched tables and chairs, it nevers fails to make you feel at home and cosy.

On one end, the wall is lined up with shelves from the floor to the ceiling and filled with a random assortment of books from The Aneid by Virgil to Eragon by Christopher Paolini. The next book on your reading list is The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, which is just on the shelf over from where you’re sitting.

However, right now you’re balls deep into Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet instead, sitting across from Wonwoo and his thick rimmed glasses, nose buried in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The pair of you have been grouped together for your English Literature report on ‘Romance: Comedy vs Tragedy’ and this beautiful Friday morning, is one of the only days you both have available to meet up.

“Are you still reading?” Wonwoo questions, sitting back as he stretches his limbs. “Or have the words started to blend together to you, like they have for me?”

“Neither,” you answer truthfully. “I’ve been a little…”

“Distracted?” Wonwoo offers, smirking when your eyes go wide, like a deer caught in headlights. “You’ve been on the same page for some time now and your eyes keep drifting towards your laptop.”

Placing a hand on your chest, you feign offense. “Jeon Wonwoo, have you been watching me?” you ask, scandalised.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes, laughing at your antics. “Just watching to see if I’m going to be left to do all the work,” he jokingly accuses, and earns himself a smack on the arm.

“I would never.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Sorry, I’ve just got a lot on my plate with my stupid Psych Thesis,” you explain, but don’t divulge any further. It’s not a lie that your thesis is laborious, but he doesn’t need to know that the real reason you’re distracted is because you’re itching to see the reply from your penpal.

Wonwoo nods, accepting your answer. “I can imagine,” he hums, “Jeonghan seems to be stressed about it, too. He was complaining about having to go out on all of these blind dates. Though, he did come home with a little skip in his step last night.”

This piece of information perks you up but you try to be subtle about it, knowing Jeonghan would kick your ass if he finds out you’ve been prying about him behind his back. “Oh, really?” you ask, nonchalant. “Did he say anything about it last night?”

Just as Wonwoo’s about to answer, your phone vibrates incessantly on the table, interrupting him.

“It’s almost like he knows that we’re talking about him.” You shake your head, turning to face the phone towards Wonwoo so he can see that Jeonghan is ringing you. “What do you want, you heathen?” you answer the call.

“You ungrateful brat,” Jeonghan bristles on the other line. “Is this how you say thank you after I went on that date for you last night?”

You roll your eyes even though you know he can’t see you. “I’m pretty sure that you’re the one who’s meant to be thanking me,” you remark, snidely. “Wonwoo said— ow!” You shoot Wonwoo a glare after he lightly kicks you on the shin.

The other line goes quiet and you almost think that Jeonghan’s hung up until he quietly asks, “What did he say?”

Across from you, Wonwoo’s hand gestures closing the zip of his mouth, before joining his hands together in prayer, begging for you to spare him. Considering you still need him for your English Literature report, you do just that and throw yourself into Jeonghan’s hellfire instead. “If I shout coffee for the next two weeks, will you spare him?” You tempt the demon. “I need him to finish his end of this Shakespeare report before you off him.”

“I’ll see you soon,” Jeonghan smugly accepts your bribe and hangs up.

Slowly, you gather your belongings, shoving them in your bag as you prepare to make your way to the library to meet Jeonghan, making sure to kick Wonwoo in the shin as a payback.

“What was that for?” He glares, rubbing his aching leg.

“It’s your fault that I owe him,” you huff. “Don’t even think of making funeral arrangements until you’ve finished your share of our assignment.”

“My fault?!” Wonwoo’s mouth gapes at you. “You’re the one that almost sent me to an early grave. I haven’t even met the Hermia to my Lysander yet. I’m never sharing any more ammunition against Jeonghan with you ever again.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you challenge. “Don’t make me go Tybalt on your ass.”

Rolling his eyes, Wonwoo grabs your laptop for you. “How about a truce?” he suggests as he hands you the device. “We can both take Jeonghan down together.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You thank him. “I’ll send you my half of the report in a couple of days. See you later, Wonu.”

Waving in farewell, Wonwoo watches as you exit the cafe and head over to meet your doom.

Some might wonder why you would bother to go to Brew’d, the campus cafe, when you can easily purchase coffee at the cafe you were just at, but nobody knows Jeonghan as well as you do. Even though he only ever orders an Iced Americano, he swears only Brew’d makes it well and he’s sure to complain your ear off if you thought otherwise.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here today,” Joshua comments as you approach the counter, punching in your usual order in the register.

With a sigh, you hand over the money required for the purchase. “I could say the same for you,” you reply, shoving your wallet back in your purse. “You don’t usually work Fridays, right?”

“Don’t get me started.” Joshua rolls his eyes and heads over to the coffee machine to start on your drinks, with you following. “I had to cover because someone called in. At least it’s a short shift and I finish in about half an hour.”

“I’m jealous.” You pout. “I have another couple of hours with Jeonghan and this stupid thesis before I go to work.”

“Eww.” Joshua wrinkles his nose in disgust. “Too bad we don’t sell any vodka here. I could’ve added some in your coffee to help.”

“Joshua, did I ever tell you that you are my favourite?” you declare, touched. “It’s the thought that counts. Also, don’t tell Jeonghan about you being my favourite.”

Joshua laughs as he hands you the drinks. “Of course, I have to tell him,” he scoffs. “That demon needs to be taken down a peg or two.”

“Okay, I take it back. You’re no longer my favourite.”

“No take backsies!”

“Boo!”

Rolling his eyes, Joshua gently ushers you out of the cafe. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to be dressed up at your funeral,” he remarks, bidding you farewell from the door.

“I’m going to haunt you!” you yell, not bothering to look back to see his reaction as you quickly make your way to the library, hoping to have a few minutes to yourself before Jeonghan gets there to view your pen pal’s reply.

Weaving your way expertly through the crowd, you reach your destination in no time, only to be disappointed when you find the hired study room still occupied. Lightly tapping on the glass to announce your arrival, the group of students give you an apologetic nod and start gathering their belongings.

“Well, you look like shit,” Jeonghan comments upon his arrival.

“Is that what you said to yourself in the mirror this morning?” you retort. “Don’t make me throw your coffee in the trash.”

“Then I’d have to murder Wonwoo tonight. His blood will be on your hands, and the same goes for his part of the report.”

Rolling your eyes, you deliver the Iced Americano into his outstretched hand before entering the now empty study room. Sitting across from Jeonghan, you quickly unpack your belongings and get straight to the point. “So, how was last night?” you ask, voice ladened with genuine curiosity.

Jeonghan relaxes in his chair and contemplates your question for a moment. “I’ll give you the short version since you’ll get the long version in the report,” he starts, “but it was honestly a lot of fun. Stephanie was really sweet and adventurous and we went on almost every ride. That’s why we were late last night.”

“I did think you guys would get along,” you reveal. “I’m glad it worked out.”

Laughing, Jeonghan resumes his position with his laptop. “Same here.” He nods. “It would’ve put me off going into the other dates if it didn’t. Anyway, how did you go?”

“Surprisingly good,” you admit, knowing he would find out anyway. “Bands boy sure is interesting. Anything else you would like to clue me in about him?”

“Tsk tsk, _____,” Jeonghan teases and you want to lean forward and sock him straight in the face. “That isn’t how this works and you know it. Whatever you want to know about him, you can ask him yourself. I need this to be as organic as possible.”

Sighing, you turn your attention to your own laptop and bring it to life. “You’re no fun.”

“I’ll tell you everything you want to know once this social experiment is done,” he promises before adding, “if he hasn’t told you by then.”

Before you can utter a retort, the words ‘You’ve Got Mail!’ suddenly rings in the air. Without a care about what Jeonghan could be thinking right now, you open the email with haste, fingers fumbling over each other as you do so.

<To: Girl Magnetic> <From: Bands Boy> <Subject: Your Turn 12:10AM>

i finished my essay woo!

your move, girl magnetic

x sweet dreams

“Damn.” Jeonghan whistles. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile like that.”

“If you don’t shut the hell up,” you retort. “You’re the one lighting up this room brighter than the fluorescent light while you write that report.” Jeonghan is about to utter a comeback when you add, “By the way, I sorta promised to tell him the story behind Girl Magnetic and I wanted to ask you about it first because I wasn’t sure if it’s too much information.”

“Yes, it is,” Jeonghan agrees. “I’m sorry but you’ll have to offer him something else.”

Sighing, you nod in agreement and type out another apologetic reply. The sinking feeling in your gut of having to disappoint your pen pal is beyond unpleasant and you don’t want to make a habit of it. With a shake of your head, you rid yourself of the negative thoughts that are brewing in your mind, not wanting it to show in your message.

<To: Bands Boy> <From: Girl Magnetic> <Subject: Re: Your Turn 1:15pm>

nice work, bands boy! i’m super proud of you :)

unfortunately i can’t tell you the story behind girl magnetic after all *siiiiiiigggghhhhhhh

jeonghan vetoed it. apparently it’ll reveal too much about me

but! he has given me permission to tell you all about it later on

i’m really sorry *cries

so in exchange, i’ll answer any other question (that doesn’t reveal too much about me) with no complaints! so hit me with your best shot!

regretfully, girl magnetic

You read through your letter once before sending it away, almost wishing you can reach through the screen just to take it back. The dread sets in and you sink down your chair, wanting the ground to swallow you up.

“God, stop being such a drama queen,” Jeonghan reprimands. “It’s just a delay in response, it’s really not a big deal. He won’t even bat an eye because you can still tell him something else.”

“Fuck you. Why do you have to be the voice of reason?”

“Isn’t that why I’m your best friend?” he asks rhetorically then proceeds to jab his index finger towards your laptop. “Now, hurry the fuck up because I need that report before you leave for work.”

Sitting up, you refer back to the blank document staring back at you and start writing your report, mumbling quietly to yourself about needing to find a new best friend. Jeonghan laughs and you know it’s because he thinks he’s a diamond in the rough and that you won’t find anyone else like him. Quite frankly, he’s right, but you won’t be the one to inflate his already huge ego.

Your allotted ‘thesis time’ concludes in a flash and you start gathering your belongings, preparing to make your way to your shift at the diner. Just like before, Jeonghan hands you a piece of paper, but this time it contains a question.

What is something you’re passionate about?

Staring at the piece of paper, you can’t help the laugh that escapes you. “Why is it so serious this time?” you question, a brow raised in confusion.

Jeonghan merely shrugs. “The topics will be a mixture of both easy and hard questions and will most likely alternate because I’m trying to see something. By the way, the reason I handed you the question this time is because I want you to initiate for this one.”

“Sounds good, I’ll get on it as soon as I get his reply,” you inform Jeonghan, shoving the note in your back pocket as you bid him farewell. “I’ll text you the details of your next date later!”

Meanwhile, Vernon lugs his tired body up the stairs of the frat house and deposits himself on the comforts of his bed. After a long day of classes, his plan was just to have a nap and relax for the rest of the night but unfortunately, his Music Theory professor had given his class another essay to complete. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he quickly orders himself some takeout and decides to start working on his essay as he waits for his food to arrive.

Turning his laptop on, he’s surprised to find a reply from you waiting for him in his inbox. Honestly, when he found none as he checked this morning, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. But, he quickly shut that down especially since he’s realised how busy you are. Nevertheless, seeing your pseudonym on his screen has given him the bout of energy he needs to get through his essay.

“Hansol, I’ve got your food,” Jeonghan calls out from the doorway, a plastic bag held hostage in his hand.

“Thanks,” Vernon replies as he walks towards the elder. “You here to give me the next question?”

Jeonghan shakes his head. “Nah, I want her to initiate this time because there’s something I’m trying to see. I’ve already given her the question and she’ll hit you up again after she finishes work.”

“Sounds good.” Vernon nods. “Is there anything else?”

“I vetoed her from telling you about Girl Magnetic” —Jeonghan rolls his eyes— “and before you start, I’m just delaying her from telling you. It’ll reveal too much and this experiment is just in its beginning stages! Instead, she’s giving you something else in return.”

“Fine.” Vernon pouts. “This all better be worth it.”

“Oh, trust me,” Jeonghan replies, smug. “You’ll be thanking me once this whole thing is done.”

Vernon watches as the elder retreats and shuts the door behind him none too gently. Only Jeonghan could walk into a room and suck all the happiness out of it. With a sigh, he opens your email, shoving pieces of chicken in his mouth as he reads through the words.

Your apologetic tone and regret is evident, even if you didn’t say so yourself. It makes Vernon want to forget the setback in your friendship, especially after speaking with Jeonghan, considering the matter is out of your hands. Besides, your counter offer is there, just as he was advised and it’s another offer that’s hard to pass up.

Taking a moment to himself, he sits back and tries to consider what question could give him as much satisfaction as the story behind Girl Magnetic would have given him. It doesn’t take him long to decide and he sends his reply back sooner rather than later since he’ll most likely be knee deep in his essay before long.

It’s well past dinner time by the time you arrive back in your dorm. Fridays are always the longest days on your schedule but you don’t mind it most of the time as it makes the weekend that much sweeter. Heading straight to the shower, you wash off the stress and tension in your body and prepare yourself for a relaxing night ahead.

It’s when you’re making yourself a cup of tea that your phone goes off with a notification from Jeonghan.

[9:00pm] thing 1: don’t forget to send me the details about my date tomorrow [9:00pm] thing 1: and don’t forget about your penpal

Sighing, you walk towards the couch where you unceremoniously threw your purse as soon as you arrived, fishing out the notepad that had the details of Jeonghan’s date on them.

[9:04pm] thing 2: you’re meeting patricia at mi casa for brunch at 11am [9:05pm] thing 2: and thanks for the reminder! [9:05pm] thing 2: i’ll get onto it now

Fetching your mug from the kitchen island, you make your way to the desk where the laptop is. Sighing, you take small sips of your tea, not in any hurry to read the email your pen pal has sent. Once you’ve finished the last drops of your drink, you know you can’t delay any further and opted to get the whole ordeal over and done with.

<To: Girl Magnetic> <From: Bands Boy> <Subject: Re: Your Turn 6:28pm>

don’t even sweat it! jeonghan explained everything to me.

i don’t mind keeping the mystery about you for a bit longer, it’ll make getting to know you later even more interesting :)

another offer i can’t refuse? i think you’re spoiling me haha.

hm, well i’m plenty curious when it comes to you but let’s go with something easy.

what music are you into?

x bands boy

ps. jeonghan says you have the next question ready?

If you could describe your pen pal in one word, you would go with unpredictable. He never acts or reacts the way you expect him to and even his question is unexpected. But he’s right, it makes the whole thing rather interesting, and you find yourself plenty invested.

<To: Bands Boy> <From: Girl Magnetic> <Subject: Passion 9:03pm>

hey, b!

(i hope this is okay, having to type out our full usernames all the time is so tiring T-T)

thank you for going easy on me haha

i’m honestly into most music, but my playlist is usually filled with your typical punk/emo/indie rock music lol. it’s probably not what you expected right? but i’m definitely not opposed to some carly rae jepsen or avril lavigne lol.

and yes! jeonghan has given me the next question which i spoilt in the title of the email:

what is something you’re passionate about?

i’ll go first!

my passion is… writing. this is also probably unexpected huh?

i’ve always been super into reading and always found myself daydreaming and imagining other ways stories could have gone and one day decided to put my thoughts onto paper and i’ve never looked back.

i can’t wait to hear about yours!

waiting patiently, g

Whoosh!

Biting your lip, you sit back and think about what just occurred. There’s not a lot of people who know that writing is what you’re truly passionate about and you’ve often held back on revealing that fact to anybody because of the sometimes negative reactions people have about the occupation. It surprises you that there was no sign of hesitation when it came to telling Bands Boy about it and you don’t know what to make of it.

Is it because you know that you have to be truthful, mostly anyway, for Jeonghan’s experiment to work? Or is it because Bands Boy is just somebody behind a screen, a complete stranger who you may never meet and therefore will never be able to tie this conversation back to you?

The only other possibility you can think of is that despite him being a stranger and despite the short amount of time you’ve known him, he’s managed to start breaking down the walls that you’ve carefully built around your heart. It’s scary to think about, especially with how careful you’ve been but you have too many things on your plate to worry about so you push it to the back of your mind.

It’s when Vernon was about to get up to grab a drink in the kitchen when his notification goes off, alerting him of your email. Desperate to quench his thirst for information more than his thirst for a drink, he settles back onto his gaming chair and opens your reply. The grin on his face grows at every line he reads and not wanting to waste a single moment, he chooses to write back to you straight away.

<To: Girl Magnetic> <From: Bands Boy> <Subject: Re: Passion 9:15pm>

hey there, g!

(oh, you’re so right! it’s a lot better to refer to ourselves like this)

wow, you never cease to amaze me

you’re right, i really did not expect any of those answers honestly

thank you for sharing them with me. i know that sometimes it isn’t easy to do so, especially with a complete stranger. so, i’m honoured that you’ve allowed yourself to be so open with me. i’ll make sure to thank you properly for your efforts and hope to return the favour soon!

so, writing huh? does this mean you actually want to become a professional writer? which field? journalism? novels? research?

and wow, it totally makes sense now as to why you’re doing psychology.

hm, so what is something i’m passionate about?

mine is fairly simple: my passion lies with making music i enjoy

and when i say that, i truly mean it. i don’t make music to match the trend or to go against the grain so i stand out. the music i make isn’t always set in any particular genre. i just… want to make music that i like… if that makes sense? haha

now that i know you’re a writer, do you wanna… maybe… do a collab someday?

i am shocking when it comes to lyric writing haha

you wouldn’t mind helping me out with that right?

surprised, b

ps. what are you up to on this fine friday night?

You wouldn’t dare tell anyone how fast you ran to your laptop as soon as it notified you of Bands Boy’s response, almost tripping over your own foot and face planting on the floor. As your eyes glide through the words, you can’t seem to find yourself going past the first half of his email. Tears pool at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill over but you are able to compose yourself in time.

Yet again, he’s managed to put your mind at ease and made sure that you didn’t regret opening yourself up to him. However, you don’t let yourself delve deeper into these uncertain feelings, forcing yourself to move on and read the rest of his message so that you can answer him.

<To: Bands Boy> <From: Girl Magnetic> <Subject: Re: Passion 9:37pm>

omg i am so down for a collab!!

i’ve never ventured into lyric writing before but i am up for the challenge

i promise not to let you down!!

yes, i want to become a professional writer. a novelist in fact.

and yes, that’s why i’m doing psychology. i’m hoping to gain a better understanding of people and why they are the way that they are so that i can use it to improve my characters :)

you know, i think it’s really cool that you just want to do music that you enjoy. there’s so many musicians out there who just do whatever’s popular and are only in there to make money and not much else, so you’re a breath of fresh air.

i can’t wait to hear all the songs you create, i’m sure they’ll be great!

especially with me writing your lyrics ;) haha

oh, and i’m not really doing anything tonight but resting. i’ve had a big day with classes and work on top of that so i’m ready to wrap myself in a blanket and sit on the couch for the rest of the night.

what about you? i hope you’re not doing another essay lol

ps. you can thank yourself for the reason that i was able to open up to you :)

Grabbing your laptop, you carry it to the couch and place it on the coffee table as you reach for a cushion to bury your face and scream into.

Meanwhile, Vernon gingerly rubs at his shin after tripping over on the stairs and bashing it against a step, in his hurry to get back to his room. Your email announces its presence as soon as he walks in and he makes sure to lock the door behind him before settling himself back on his chair and reading your message.

The smile on his face is so big that he can barely hide it behind his hand. Taking a deep breath to try and keep his cool, Vernon wipes his clammy hands on his pants and nods to himself before replying.

<To: Girl Magnetic> <From: Bands Boy> <Subject: Re: Passion 9:52pm>

no take backs on that collab!! i’m gonna hold you to it!!

i’m so excited i’m literally buzzing with ideas already hahaha

i think it’s super cool that you’re working on your very own novel

how far have you gotten with it? is it already in the works?

if you ever need someone to make a soundtrack once your novel becomes a major motion picture, you know who to hit up ;)

damn, you had a full day that’s for sure

work huh? i guess you’re probably not allowed to tell me where lol

your guess is half correct… i’m technically not doing an essay but i’m already doing some research since it’s due on monday

in need of saving, b

ps. hopefully i can keep making you comfortable enough to continue opening up to me :)

The smile on your face from receiving his reply eventually turns into a frown as you read it a second time, when you realise that it’s time to cut your conversation with him short once more.

<To: Bands Boy> <From: Girl Magnetic> <Subject: Re: Passion 10:06pm>

i’m still world building right now. i have a bunch of random pieces of writing here and there but don’t have anything concrete just yet

omg would you really? i’ll definitely have you make me a soundtrack either way!!

let me go ahead and write my workplace to the list of things i’ll be revealing to you once this experiment is over haha

and i can’t believe you have another essay to do. it’s like your prof doesn’t want me talking to you lol

you know what this means right?

feeling bad, g

Groaning, Vernon drops his head face down on his desk. Yes, he knows what it means. An obstacle towards getting to know you more has presented itself yet again. It does feel like fate is working against the both of you but he isn’t one to give up so easily. Besides, Jeonghan did promise him that he still has plenty of opportunities to find out more about you.

Especially once your anonymity is no longer a hurdle to him.

<To: Girl Magnetic> <From: Bands Boy> <Subject: Re: Passion 10:24pm>

i know what it means *sigh

i hope you know that nothing will stop me from getting to know more about you once your thesis is finished

not even these damn music theory essays *shakes fist

determined, b

His reply stuns you. Albeit, his forwardness always does. But, you appreciate it nonetheless because it leaves no room for confusion. At least not from his end. Now, the only thing you have left to wonder about is how you feel about him.

<To: Bands Boy> <From: Girl Magnetic> <Subject: Re: Passion 10:33pm>

i’m looking forward to it

waiting for that day, g xo

TAGLIST: @teapartydreams @aperson394 @cixrosie

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pizzaqueen · 4 months

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#23 for the spotify wrapped fic thingy!! 👀

23 was Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace by Cheap Trick

I feel like I’m cheating a little, here, because this is a snippet from a WIP (called Ain’t Even Done With the Night where Steve and Eddie go to a concert somewhere and then Steve wants to pick up a couple of girls when they go to a bar after and Eddie goes along with it because he just does—nothing really happens between them and the girls btw!!) that just happens to have this song on the ‘soundtrack’.

But I do think it fits the song? And I did write it just for this, so hopefully that counts!!!

“So…” Steve shifts, making the ancient mattress dip as he moves; the springs creak, echoed moments later through the wall from the bed in the adjoining room. Those springs are probably squeaking for a different reason though. “Are you going to see that chick again?”

Eddie glances over at Steve. There’s something guarded in the tone of his voice, and his face doesn’t give anything away either. “Maybe.”

“Cool.” Steve nods, pressing his lips together. “I mean, she gave you her address, and we’re not that far away, so it would be easy.”

“Yeah, she said we could be penpals.”

Steve huffs. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

“It would just be as friends,” Eddie says, cautiously, wondering at the bitterness in Steve’s voice. Or maybe he’s imagining it.

“Sure.”

“No, really.” Eddie’s brow furrows. “I’m not interested in her. She wasn’t interested in me.” He pauses, then adds, “Except as a friend.”

“Then why…” Steve shakes his head. “Why did you agree to go back to their place?”

“Because you wanted to.”

Steve blinks. “You’re saying you just went along with it because I wanted to?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want to ruin your night.” Eddie lets his head tip back, thunking against the wall. “Which I guess I did, anyway.”

“Dude. I told you—” A muscle in Steve’s jaw ticks. “Look, if I cared more about getting laid than I cared about you, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be back there with her.”

“Aww, shucks.” The beat of Eddie’s heart belies his teasing tone, and he’s glad Steve can’t hear it.

“I mean it. You don’t know…” Steve toys with the comforter. “You don’t know how much you…” He sighs, shaking his head.

“Steve?”

“Nothing, man.” Steve runs a hand over his face. Silence stretches out, punctuated by the continued creaks from the other room, now accompanied by grunts and moans, and the buzzing of the bare bulb, the traffic outside. “Look, I’m glad you’re feeling better and…” He sighs again. “We should probably get some sleep if we want to get back early.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just watches as Steve slips down, rolling over so his back is toward Eddie. There’s a churning in his stomach and, before he knows what he’s doing, he’s saying, “I wasn’t sick.”

“What?” Steve glances over his shoulder.

“I didn’t feel sick, back at the apartment.”

More creaks as Steve pushes himself up, sitting beside Eddie again. “Then what…”

“I just…” This is it, Munson. Now or never. Eddie draws in a deep breath and says, “I couldn’t be there, knowing you were with her.” He looks at Steve. “You know?”

“Did you like her?”

Eddie sighs. “Steve.”

Steve gives a little shakes of his head.

“C’mon, man,” Eddie says, hating the pleading tone in his voice, “don’t make me say it.”

There’s a sharp inhale of breath and then a soft, “Oh,” and Eddie’s chest goes tight and his stomach drops.

“Yeah…” The noise from the next room over stops; a door opens and closes down the hall. “Do you want me to get another room?” Eddie tries to keep his tone light, but he’s pretty sure he fails. Spectacularly.

“No.” Steve’s voice is certain, brooks no arguments, and when Eddie looks at him, he doesn’t see disgust or pity or anything except… Oh. Oh shit. “No,” Steve repeats, hand darting across the worn comforter, stopping short of grabbing Eddie’s, “I want you to stay,” and it’s all Eddie needs to hear.

#steddie #Steddie fic #Steddie fanfic #Steve x eddie #pizzaqueenfic #pizzaqueenwrites

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a-strange-inkling · 1 year

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How does Eddie handle it when the girls start dating? And was their any moment where he caught the girls in compromising positions? Like any boys sneaking into Maggie room? Or walking in on Davy and Olivia making out?

Not very well 😆

He’s very protective of them, especially sweet and sensitive Livvy, and it’s just hard for him to think about them growing up and leaving him someday.

Eddie: I don’t know why you keep encouraging this! They’re going to get married and he’s going to take her away from us and then we’re stuck with Maggie taking care of us when we’re old! Is that what you want!?

Chrissy: *just trying to sleep* they’re twelve, Eddie.

Eddie: Oh yeah, sure, that’s fine then, whatever, nothing to worry about because twelve-year-old crushes never go anywhere, do they, Christina!?

Chrissy: *long tired sigh*

So yes, no, he’s not keen on either of them dating, but when the time inevitably comes, he deals with it because he himself knows what it’s like to be young and in love with a girl and to not be accepted by her family and not all because Chrissy reminds him he’s being a total hypocrite whenever he gets upset about the girls dating boys in bands who have tattoos.

Oh yes and yes! It inevitably happens. All I can think about is Fresh Prince when Will walks in on his little cousin with a guy. “Baby, no!!!” 🤣

Davy and Livvy are penpals and “just friends” up till their junior year of high school when they start dating. And the running gag is that Davy never does anything remotely wrong ever and is always a perfect friend and boyfriend to her, but Eddie’s just always giving him the side eye anyway lmao.

Eddie: What the hell is she wearing!?

Chrissy: …

Eddie: Is that a guitar pick!? Where the hell did she get that?

Chrissy: …David gave it to her.

Eddie: That punk ass little shit.

Chrissy: Eddie!

Eddie: There he is! Look at him all smug and smiley. Don’t think I don’t know what giving a girl your guitar pick means, you miniature Steve Harrington!

Chrissy: *face palms*

He really does love the kid, but Olivia’s his baby, and his first baby too. On the other end of it Steve and Gwen LOVE Livvy and really want her as a daughter-in-law so they’re always rooting for them to get together.

I imagine Chrissy and Eddie walking in on Livvy and Davy kissing on the couch when their seniors or something and Eddie freaking out and Chrissy just ushering him away.

I think he’s a little less worried about Maggie as she’s a little more fierce and thicker skinned, but she’s got her fair share of boys hiding in the bushes outside their house and climbing up the trees to her window that he’s always like six steps ahead.

I’ll probably write a little one shot on both situations in the future lol

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #old haunts #hellcheer fanfic #anon ask #maggie munson #livvy munson

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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I liked to think Vil and Crewle!daughter stay in touch as penpals friend to media friend, as Vil look at their post of what they restore antique and commissions along with other post, he's the only person that knew she can turn to her beastmen form and have a picture of her with her snow leapord ears and tail out

And in one of her visitation they both see each other again in person, and Vil can't help but feel his heart beating when he first meet her when they where children as Crewel! daughter smiled at him gently and said hi to her first freind

Of course Restoration daughter keeps in contact with her friend

And so would half-fae leopard version

They all would

Crewel daughters all have a fondness for a deeper communication

What’s more personal and romantic than letters and emails to your childhood friend

And in the case of the lepoard daughter because it's no surprise to him when you change

He holds it over everyone as a basis for how well he knows you

And when everyone doubts he just rolls his eyes

He’s not going to show a bunch of potatoes his prized photos of the past

But he will invite you for a grooming session if only to spend some time with you

He loves how even after so long you both are able to fall into the same rythm as you were children

Chuffing happily your nuzzling your cheek against his

He’s fighting a blush from his face as he holds you in his arms

He’ll offer to groom you and condition your fur

It's just how you bond

And hey it's an even better excuse when Leona’s trying to keep you close for naps

“Oh please if she stays with you her hair or fur are bound to get knotted. Come (Y/n), we should wash it while we’re at it.”

#yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #tw yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit #yandere crewel #twisted wonderland crewel #divus crewel

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friccinfricks · 5 months

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Joe Elliott x Reader head canons: penpals edition

- of course when the guys go on tour, you and Joe have an agreement to try to call at least three or four times a week, especially right before he goes on stage

- but sometimes those short phone calls aren’t enough to get everything out that you need to say to each other (keep in mind, these are international tours we’re referring to)

- so before the tour, you and Joe sit down over (what was supposed to be just one, turns into three) coffee and go over all the different hotels he’ll be at, explicit addresses, and the exact dates.

- it brings a smile to your face, watching how intently he sifts through piles and piles of paperwork, just so he can be sure you’ve got a mailing address “just in case” you decide you want to mail him a letter.

- it’s February of 1983 and the band will be in America for over two months, and with the tour starting in England, you plan on clinging onto him and finding ways to pop in at his hotels when it’s not too much trouble to get there

- but as you go over the list, you realize how exact and precise your planning will have to be in order to get a letter to him. it’s daunting. they’ll be in an entirely new city, oftentimes state, every. single. night.

- he seems excited just to have had the conversation with you, though. he’s eager to maintain this new, sprouting relationship with you, despite the ever-approaching tour. three months is a long time to be away, but knowing you’ll be back home waiting for him makes his heart leap.

- in actuality, he has already started writing letters to you. he started just weeks after you met, but felt too bashful to actually send them, seeing as you went on dates every weekend and he tried to come over on nights when you’d had an excruciating long day at work and were in no circumstance to cook for yourself

- so now he’s found the perfect excuse to show you in writing, what his words have always wanted to tell you.

- ah, but you’ve got a little trick up your sleeve too, don’t you?

- you’ve got a friend in texas whose got a friend in the international airlines and you’ve landed yourself not just a ticket across the pond, but a few nights in Dallas, perfectly in time for just when Def Leppard’ll be playing.

- but you love seeing how excited Joe is. it thrills you knowing that at least every once in a while, you’ll get a letter from him.

- and so it begins.

- after starting the tour in Europe, you find a way to go to the airport with the boys and see them off.

- Phil and Sav are both making vomiting noises when they see Joe plant a tender, but firm kiss on your lips, to which you both respond to by giving them each the middle finger

- you watch as the five of them board the plane, Joe boarding last, and giving you a final wave.

- it’s bittersweet, only because you sent a letter to their first hotel a week and a half ago and alreadr made sure that they’d received it. Joe was absolutely thrilled when at check in, their tour manager walked over and said, “I don’t know how, but you’ve got a piece of mail.”

- much to your surprise, when you go home that day, you notice a thick envelope on your doorstep

- it’s not got any postage or any indication that it went through the postal service, so you’re trepedatious to open it

- you just smile and sigh in contentment when you look inside, seeing tons of hand written notes, all addressed to you as, “Y/N, my beloved,”

- there are poems, doodles, lists, photographs, a little bit of everything.

- one of the last notes you find says, “I’m sorry for the creepy delivery, I just had to be sure you got it today! specifically, today!”

- a few days later, you get your first call from America.

“Y/N!”

“Hmm, who is this? you sound so… American.”

“Oh, how funny.”

“Hello, Joe.”

“Hello, Y/N.” you can hear all sorts of sudden noises in the background now, mostly exclamations of your name.

“Hi, everyone.” you giggle. you hear a thump and a bit of static.

“Y/N, hi- it’s Rick. please, you have to tell Joe to shut up. I speak for everyone when I say he cannot stop lamenting over-”

“Lamenting? who are you? shakespeare? give me a fuckin break. Y/N, don’t listen to him. he’s a liar and a thief.” you hear Joe distantly in the background.

“Lamenting over how just heartbrokenly lonely he is.” this time it’s Steve who chimes in.

“It’s as if the man has never used his hand before.”

“Bollocks!”

you can’t contain your laughter, it just keeps rolling out of you, your sides hurt as you gasp for air.

- all of the calls right before shows are like this

- some, however, are made from hotel bedrooms, and include much more… explicit, dirty conversation.

- you listen intently as Joe tells you all of his most wild, urgent thoughts. you can feel your heartbeat throughout your entire body as you obey his commands through the phone receiver, accompanied by stern reminders that you have to be quiet, as you wouldn’t want to disturb your neighbors on the other side of your flat’s walls.

- it’s fair. you’ve had it coming, after all. with every new letter sent, there includes a page full of paragraphs of the most raw, animalistic urges you’ve had in his absence.

- and the pictures. oh, the pictures.

- Joe loses his mind every time you send him a new polaroid of some shocking nude pose you’ve gotten yourself into.

- the letters continue throughout the entire tour, back and forth, as do the calls.

- and let’s just say when you show up at his Dallas hotel room an hour before he checks in, clad in a mini skirt, a button up a few sizes too small, and a smile, he goes absolutely feral.

#sorry i’m too lazy to write entire fics #ehhh i feel like my esl is showing in this one 🙈#joe elliott #def leppard #joe elliott x reader #mei’s head canons :)

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bridgyrose · 3 months

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Good afternoon Bridgy! First, a random question: What are your thoughts on trains/railways? Personally they're my favorite way to travel. While I'm here, I most humbly request the next installment of either penpals or transfer student. That is all. Have a good day please!

(I havent been on many trains/railways, but I think they make great ways of travel. Now if only the US could make them more commonplace... but anyway, enjoy the drabble)

Weiss looked out over the forest from the cliffside with the other students, heart pounding as she tried to get her thoughts together. She glanced over at Pyrrha, still wanting her as a partner. Follow her after being launched? Maybe watch her from the air with her glyphs and follow down slowly, calling it all a coincidence. It would be simple enough to get her as a partner, and that would be another item crossed off on her list.

“Nervous, Weiss?” Ruby asked as she walked up behind her.

Weiss shook her head and turned around to smile at Ruby. “Of course not. Just making sure I have plans figured out for orientation.”

“We could be-”

“I already have plans on who I want on my team.” Weiss glanced over towards Pyrrha again, her heart racing as she watched her ready her spear and shield for orientation. “All I need to do is make sure I can find her after we’re launched and I can start this year right.”

Ruby sighed and held her arm. “Yeah, but, I was thinking, since we’re friends-”

“Maybe friends.”

“-maybe friends… that we could, you know… be teammates. O-or partners. Get to know each other better.”

“We can maybe be on a team together, but… I need this to go right.”

“To go right?”

“To prove that I can be a huntress and that I’m ready to lead like I’ve been trained to.” Weiss pulled her rapier off her hip and spun the revolver to make sure the dust vials loaded in were still filled. “If I fail here, then nothing I’ve done will have mattered.”

“Oh…”

Weiss sighed and put her rapier back onto her hip. “Look, I already told you I’ll keep you from failing out, and even if we end up on different teams, we’ll still be friends. Maybe friends.”

Ruby nodded and walked off. “Alright. Then… see you after?”

“Yeah, you’ll see me after.” Weiss took a breath as she watched Ruby walk off, feeling a little guilty for pushing her away so quickly. It wasnt that she didnt want to be on Ruby’s team, but Ruby shouldn’t have even been here. Too young, too inexperienced with her training, skipping grades and classes that she should’ve had. She’d help her, but not do everything for her. Not that she was worried about doing everything for Ruby if they ended up on a team, she was sure she’d be able to handle whatever came at her.

Weiss got herself in position onto the platform as Ozpin started to speak, trying to wrangle everyone in. With a deep breath, she steadied herself as she listened to his words, focused on the forest in front of her.

“Today marks the first step to becoming huntsmen and huntresses through one of the most prestigious schools in Remnant,” Ozpin said as he walked in front of each of the platforms. “And today will mark your first day on the team you’ll make today. But first, you’ll want to find the partner you’ll be spending the rest of your schooling with. The first person you make eye contact with will be your partner.”

Weiss sighed under her breath, taking a quick glance at Pyrrha before focusing on the forest in front of her again. Eye contact was going to make things more complicated than just finding someone. Now she had to find her and make sure they saw each other eye to eye, while also avoiding anyone else that could potentially mess this up for her. Another challenge that made picking her partner that much more important.

As Ozpin finished his speech, the first few students were sent off into the forest, one at a time as each platform launched. Weiss readied herself as she braced to be thrown, closing her eyes until the moment she felt the wind rush through her hair. Her eyes opened as she watched the forest below her, looking for any sign of Pyrrha below her. A glint of gold caught her eye as it rushed through the tops of the forest, a smile creeping across her lips as she created a series of glyphs to slow her fall, soon becoming platforms as she ran out of the sky and to the tops of the trees, keeping her eyes peeled for Pyrrha.

She slowly lowered herself down through the trees, taking care to be quiet as she took a step onto the ground as her platforms disappeared. With a deep breath, she pulled the rapier from her hip and held it out in front of her as she heard a few bushes start to rustle around her.

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Weiss sighed as she listened to Ruby, Blake, and Yang start to fix up the dorm and rearrange everything, already annoyed by how loud they were being. It was one thing to be on a team without Pyrrha, but to be on a team with Ruby was still better than nothing. Though Yang was already proving to be a bit much and Blake was much more quiet than she had expected. Still, it wasnt as bad as being on a team with no one she knew.

“Can you use one of your glyphs to help keep this in place?” Yang asked as she helped Blake move one of the bunks on top of the other. “Preferably about two feet up until we can get things stable.”

Weiss sighed and used a glyph to hold the bed up, watching as Yang and Blake started to grab a few books. “And you’re sure this is the best way to make a bunk bed and not just asking for one? I’m sure Ozpin will be willing to get us a real one-”

“We already have the beds here, so we might as well make them useful,” Yang said as she started to put books between the beds, smiling as she finished with the first leg. “And its a bit late to be asking for bunk beds.”

Blake nodded, making sure the books that were being used were ones that she already had extra copies of. “And we need the space now if we want to fit all of yours and Yang’s things. Looks like Ruby and I were the only ones who packed light.”

“Its my first time away from home, I didnt know what I’d need.” Weiss dismissed the glyph as soon as the bed was stable. “I needed to make sure I had everything I needed.”

“Alright team, its time for us to go to bed so we dont end up late for our first class,” Ruby said excitedly as she finished tightening the rope that held her bed above Weiss’s. “We have an early start tomorrow and I”ll make sure none of us are late.”

Weiss nodded and went to her bed, pausing as she pulled at one of the ropes with her finger. “And you’re sure this will hold?”

“I did this before with a tree house. It’ll be fine.”

Weiss shook her head and sighed as she watched Ruby practically jump up onto the bed. She made her way into her own and pulled out her scroll to look at her checklist once more.

Get a huntress license.

Be on a team with Pyrrha.

Make a real friend.

Try a new hobby.

She stared at the list for a few moments before deleting the list completely. Once she was sure it was gone, she put her scroll down to her side and laid down. “Not quite according to plan, but I can make this work.”

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #drabbles #whiterose pen pal au #whiterose pen pal

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What happened to the people in Tanjiro’s hometown after he and Nezuko left? Like their reactions to the two’s sudden disappearance and finding out that their coal supply can no longer come from them.

Oh no!!!! No charcoal!? Charcoal is life!! At least until it's slowly replaced by electricity, which Tanjiro seemed to know in the post-canon epilogue extras was a looming fate. Given all the power lines in the town when 13-year-old Tanjiro goes selling charcoal, I assume it's already making progress toward that.

As for the emotional side of it, I've responded to a similar concern before in this Ask, so here is the copy/pasted of the relevant portion of that below!

Honestly, I was surprised by the village’s upkeep of their home, including nice new tatami and shelves which Nezuko noticed in the extended epilogue included the Volume 23 version of Chapter 204. I would had assumed they’d have a mess of a home to come back to (and wrote my canon divergent/continuation fic that way, for the first draft was written after Chapter 204’s magazine publication but before Volume 23’s publication). At least nowadays in Japan, uninhabited homes are often left as-is and fall to shambles, even in cities, causing problems for the neighbors as they become home to pests. Upkeep is an issue, and it seems unlikely the townspeople would had gone out of their way to keep the site of a tragedy so nice.

However, Gotouge seems to stress that the Kamado family, simply for being good people, were often humbled by being on the receiving end of such kindnesses. Even Sumiyoshi and Suyako were on the receiving end of this, as mentioned in a Taisho Secret in Volume 22, for having helped a local lord’s wife and son while they were in peril without knowing who they were. Even though they tried to refuse reward, they made sure they had a nicely fixed up house anyway (side note, they moved in to Yoriichi’s and Uta’s abandoned house).

A sturdy house as returns for their kindness seems to be as much of a running theme in Kamado history as is Hinokami Kagura and making charcoal. We do see that Tanjiro is pretty popular among the townspeople and everyone knows they can rely on him, and if Tanjiro’s highly biased word is to be trusted, Nezuko had a reputation as a local beauty. In good whether the little kids must had gone into town a bunch, and Tanjiro (and Inosuke’s) continued charcoal business (despite the increasing reliance on electricity) in the Fanbook #2 extended epilogue shows that the Kamado family has always had a reputation for high quality charcoal. Certainly, they’ve been well-loved long enough that their tragedy would not go unnoticed.

As further evidence of this, in the Giyuu Gaiden, a hunter even notices that on a different mountain nearby there was a family of charcoal farmers slaughtered and a suspicious person in a half-and-half haori was seen around there. Clearly, the villagers were quick to notice the incident and start looking around for the man who might had done it!

But we’re still left with the question of how quickly they’d have noticed the absence, how word got around, and just how much they knew. My initial thought in response to your Ask was “there’s no way Tanjiro had time for that, he had bury his family and get Nezuko dressed and hurry and go!” but then again, this is Tanjiro we’re talking about. Tanjiro who faithfully keeps a diary for Nezuko no matter how tired he is, and who faithfully keeps in touch with all his penpals even with all his demon slaying work to keep him busy. If anyone would had written a letter, it would had been him.

It’s possible that his reasoning would had been for Nezuko’s sake. Should word get around about the incident, and about Nezuko being a demon, people might suspect she was the one who did it. Even Tanjiro had to consider that possibility when he was first shocked by her transformation, though he had the evidence to clearly determine that she was innocent. So maybe if he did leave something, it might simply had been to inform people that Nezuko still needs help, and he’s left to take care of her.

To the townspeople, Tanjiro’s word is trustworthy. As soon as someone discovered the incident (and perhaps a letter), word would probably get around pretty fast, and if Tanjiro had circumstances that forced him to leave for Nezuko’s sake, that implies that they might make a return once she was alright. That might be what inspired the townspeople, who cared for generations about their local charcoal farmers, to have their hearts wrenched with sympathy for the tragedy these two surviving children have been through, and to try to do what they can by taking care of the house while they’re gone.

As for knowing if it was demons or not, it’s possible only Saburo knew that. There’s so much we don’t know about Saburo, but my personal headcanon is that he lost his family to demons and was rescued by the Demon Slayers. While others might have been quick to blame the suspicious man in the half-and-half haori, anything said by Saburo, a man perhaps known for keeping to himself with a sullen personality, was dismissed or taken for mere superstition. Saburo, having told Tanjiro to stay with him that night, might had already felt something was off, and when the feeling kept bothering him, he might had gone to check on the Kamado family and been the first one to discover the massacre. Letter or not, he’d have known Tanjiro survived, and might had gotten there soon enough to trace the footprints to deduce to that one of the other older children must had survived too.

---- New additional thought: As for how well they emotionally adjusted to this knowledge, it may depend on how familiar they are or not with demons' existence. Also, just a shameless plug, I really enjoyed writing young!Tanjuro's interactions with the village in this One-Shot, in which Tanjuro survives an encounter with Muzan.

#kny fandom theories and meta

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a traitor. (scaramouche x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. a traitor

ADDRESSED. scaramouche (w/ gn!immortal!reader)

CONTENT. angst/no-comfort, spoilers to sumeru's archon quest act 3, spoilers to scaramouche's real name, spoilers to scaramouche’s backstory, major character death, mentions of violence, mentions of blood and injury, aether is the traveler

STAMP. in which scaramouche realizes there's more to just getting the power of a divinity.

PROMPTS. 10. "don't die on me... please." and 25. "i thought i could trust you!"

PENPALS. @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @kazu-topia @chiruru@aqualesha @renamichii @mrkamisato @shenhesl0ver @serami00 @serenareiss @hiqhkey @emperatris-rinaka @bystander36 @irisxiel @ladycoleigh @034ven @dear-dairiess @owozi8 @hadesaedes @chiro-chiro-kun @hersscherofyatta @mariusvonhangme @yuzuricebun @nejibot @hoshikistarlette @solaaresque @crowbird @lordbugs @flowersforayato @headintheclouddd @estelwrld @giyusimpsassemble @irethepotatosblog @moonlightaangel @alice0blog @shotosbrainrot @sniffoat @chihawari @mxsomn @kuni-kuzushii @jiminscarmex @mitsukii14 @nejibot @ylimeprive @sachispet @loreleis-world @sn-owo @starforecasts @someonetookmynamelmao @ceylestia @lychme @ymikkos @reallysporadicarcade @melodyyamino

POST-SCRIPT. this is my first entry for my collab event, feel free to check it out if you're interested to participate!

LINKS. MAIN MASTERLIST \ TAGLIST \ FAREWELL LOVE COLLAB EVENT \ FAREWELL LOVE MASTERLIST

You’re the only one Scaramouche had left.

Unlike the people he thought he could trust, you never wavered from your promise to him. You never once showed signs of fear, death, or hesitation when it comes to him for all the years the two of you have spent together. He was grateful, had it not been for you and your comfort, he would probably have losted it and gone insane.

He was so close to his goal of becoming a god, to have a heart at last.

So why… Why does it have to be like this?

“...Huh?” His breath hitches, watching you, who was just standing in front of the traveler as a shield a second ago, fall to the ground after getting hit by one of his attacks.

You, who once promised him that you’d never leave his side and live to see his ascension, are on the ground bleeding to death with no signs of standing up from the cold ground.

“...( Name )...” He reaches out to you, but from how high he is, you’re so far away – so out of his reach, just like how the last of his sanity. “( Name ), what…”

Without hesitation, he jumps out and head towards you, his heart beating so fast and aching at the thought that he hurted you and possibly killed you–

“You idiot! I told you.. I told you to stay out of this battle!” He exclaims as he sits next to your body, instantly lifting your head on his lap. “Why did you do it? Why? You don’t even know the traveler as much as you know me! Why did you save him?!”

You slowly look at his purple eyes, fighting to keep your eyes open. “Please.. Don’t misunderstand this. This isn’t what you… This isn’t what we wanted.” Your voice was so fragile, so shaky and so weak.

“What do you mean? This is what we wanted!” He ignores how the traveler and his small companion are watching you two in confusion and in shock, not expecting the person who has helped them come this far to be associated with the one person who’s trying to kill both traveler and paimon.

“No… It’s what you wanted.” You whispered, exhaling. “What we wanted… is a life where people won’t hurt us again… Where we can be happy for the rest of our lives.”

Scaramouche couldn’t believe what he’s hearing. He immediately shakes his head in disagreement. “No, no, you’re wrong… We’re almost close.. We just needed to– Don’t close your eyes on me!”

You smile apologetically, trying not to show your pain from your injury. “I’m sorry, Kuni.. I wasn’t able to keep my word… I hope you won’t be so harsh with yourself. This isn’t your faul–”

“What are you saying…? You can’t possibly be dying now! What about our goal?! What about.. What about me? Are you leaving me alone like everyone else?!”

You suddenly grip his hand. “I’m really sorry it has to come to this, Kuni…” You start to close your eyes with a shaky breath. “I didn’t want this either...”

Scaramouche tries to ignore the way his eyes begin to blur and watery, his lips shaking as he watches you giving in to your injuries. “No…No, no, no! I thought I could trust you – you said we’ll spend the rest of our lives together until we die together! You can’t do this, don’t you dare leave me!”

You dare not to say a word. Be it because of the overwhelming pain or how exhausted you are, it didn’t matter.

You’re just saddened that your dear companion will not hear your unsaid confession of love.

“Don’t die on me… Please!”

“...”

All fell silent.

Aether watches Scaramouche carefully, but also looks at your now dead corpse with a pained look on his face. He may have known you for only a few days, but you were surely a dear friend to him, who helped him and guided him a way to save Sumeru despite not knowing him well.

The traveler is instantly on his guard when the purple-haired man stands up, holding your corpse bridal-style despite your weight with a blank expression on his face.

“...This is all your fault.” He said in a dark tone, staring down at the injury that took you away from him, from living with him for eternity.

Aether isn’t too sure if Scaramouche was talking to himself or to him.

#farewell-love #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x gn reader #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x gn reader #scaramouche angst #genshin angst #genshin scenarios

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