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crash-cinematic-universe · 4 years

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Abed Nadir and his need to count the seconds

pairing: abed nadir/troy barnes (it’s Light but I wrote it with the intent for trobed)

summary: Abed Nadir hates being alone in general, so when his friends disappear and leave him alone in a sea of job-seeking students he struggles to keep his head above water.

request: okay wait ur abed headcanons got me thinking. abed angst. kings gotta have abandonment issues cuz of his parents YES I'm projecting a little bit. u don't have to do this if it makes u too sad tho - @ghost-butch

warnings: abandonment issues, anxiety attacks, s/h (kinda; in the form of clenching ur fists too hard)

notes: writing abed angst makes me sad ): why did i do this to him he deserves better. also im about to punch evil abed in the face ):< just over 2k words with this one so thats Cool also its midnight and i have school tomorrow arent i epic and cool.

taglist: @simonsbluee

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Fifteen minutes and twenty-two seconds. Abed had been lost for fifteen minutes and twenty-two second. Abed’s eyes were trained on the clock hanging on the wall, each tick of the second hand amplified in his head to a piercing shout. Everything was bigger; the lights were blindingly bright and his clothes felt as if they were clawing at his skin. With each passing second Abed became increasingly worried, his breath getting shallower and shallower with each rise of his chest. His eyes returned to the clock on the wall, his stomach jumping at the reading-- sixteen minutes and fourteen seconds.

The study group had promised Abed they’d accompany him to the job fair. They promised they’d be by his side the entire time; Abed didn’t do well alone in large crowds, especially in new environments. He’d gotten distracted by an engineering booth in the corner with a large lego replica of the millennium falcon hanging in the corner. He looked away from his friends for no more than thirteen seconds, but in those thirteen seconds, they disappeared in the sea of students and booths and interns. Thus, leaving Abed completely alone in a mass of strangers in a building that he’d never seen before.

His anxiety had built up with every minute he was lost. It was gradual; he started with the initial panic, followed by frantic searching for familiar faces in the crowd. It wasn’t long after that when his heart rate began to pick up, and within minutes his skin felt as if it was on fire. Abed couldn’t really pinpoint exactly when he’d begun to shuffle backwards out of the large venue the job fair was held in. Before he knew it, he was at the end of a dimly lit hallway, completely alone. He slunk to the floor and pulled his knees to his chest.

They’ll look for me, he thought. They’re probably looking for me now. Abed reached into his pocket for his cellphone before he realized he’d left it with Troy. The emptiness of his pocket felt endless, his hand tingling where the fabric of his shorts met his skin. The familiar whine that Abed let out when he became overwhelmed filled the empty hallway, the tone only making his anxiety worse. He cursed himself for not thinking ahead-- he’d left all of his fidget toys and putty in his messenger bag which he also left with Troy.

It was then that a tiny voice in the back of his head spoke up-- maybe they left, it called. Abed shook his head, but the voice persisted. They left you. They’re gone, and no one is coming for you. A familiar figure materialized in the vast shadows at the other end of the hallway; Evil Abed smirked at him from where he stood.

“They’re gone,” He repeated. “They were waiting for something to draw you away for them so they could slip away,”

“That’s not true.” Abed’s fingers absentmindedly dug into his palm. “They wouldn’t do that-- Troy wouldn’t do that. Jeff and Britta, maybe, but not Troy. Not Annie.” Truthfully, Abed didn’t believe that Jeff or Britta would leave, but he wasn’t thinking clearly in the moment.

“Riddle me this, Abed, who does Troy respect more: you or Jeff? Who does he think is cooler? Who does he idolize more?” Evil Abed’s voice was smug and cruel. It felt as if his words were burrowing through his brain and fogging up his thoughts. “Sure, Troy might tolerate you, but he worships Jeff. If Jeff wanted to leave, then surely Britta and Annie would tag along. It’s inevitable that Troy would join them, isn’t it?” Abed shut his eyes tightly, but that didn’t do much to ward off his evil counterpart.

A film played behind Abed’s eyelids, the poetic irony of his worst fears being portrayed through his favorite thing making his heart ache. There they were: Jeff, Britta, Troy, Annie, all standing in a tight group as Abed wandered off. Their expressions and movements were exaggerated, but Abed didn’t care. He just sat and watched as the scene unfolded.

“God, I can’t believe he roped us into this,” Jeff groaned, his hands gripping his cellphone as if someone were going to take it from him. “What kind of loser can’t go to a damn fair by himself? I could have a hot redhead hanging on my arm at a sports bar and instead I’m babysitting a twenty-five-year-old.”

“C’mon Jeff, we’re here for Abed. God knows if he came here alone he’d probably drive everyone here crazy with his “Inspector Spacetime” BS.” Britta chimed in, a tired tone in her voice. Annie looked antsy as always, while Troy looked unsure. Abed wasn’t sure of what, exactly.

Slowly, Abed wandered a few feet away from the group. Jeff’s face lit up the same way it does when he sees an attractive student in the hallways. A borderline cartoon-ish grin grew on his face as he pulled the group tighter.

“Hey, Abed’s gone. Let’s take this window and get the hell out of here while the cat is distracted by the lazer,” He chuckled. Britta smiled and nodded, quickly grabbing Annie’s hand in an attempt to pull her out. The three of them made their way to the exit, leaving Troy alone. He turned around to glance at Abed before rolling his eyes and running after Jeff. Abed was alone.

The image faded away, and to Abed’s surprise, Evil Abed faded away with it. For a split second, Abed was disappointed. He really, really, really didn’t want to be alone-- even if his only companion was an evil version of himself. A minute passes before Abed realizes he was crying, that revelation followed by the realization that his fingernails dug into his palm so hard he broke the skin. His tears blurred his vision and made his surrounding seem much smaller, much darker, much lonelier. His eyes no longer portrayed a dim hallway. Instead, Abed saw the same tiny locker he was locked in so often as a teenager. He could smell the rusted metal of the locker hinges. He could feel the chipped paint rubbing against his skin. He couldn’t breathe. Abed couldn’t breathe-- the entire world was closing in on him. He was cold and alone and no one was coming for him. His friends left him and they weren’t coming back. Everyone who he cares about leaves him, why would they be any different? He watched the world pass by through the tiny slits in the door before his eyes screwed shut again as he choked on air.

He was in agony. His entire body shook and his heart pounded so hard he felt as if it were going to burst. Abed wanted to go home, he wanted to be back at Greendale with Troy and the rest of his friends but he was trapped. His arms began to cramp up from how hard he had tensed, his knuckles a pale white from how tightly he was clenching his fists. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t speak or sob or scream; he was stuck. Locked away. The outside world faded away as Abed retreated into his mind. He tried to hide away in his head forever until a janitor stumbled upon his frozen shell of a body tomorrow morning. There was an echoing sound, however, that kept drawing him from the abyss of his brain.

Footsteps. He could hear footsteps. Abed couldn’t tell whether or not they were real, but he could guess who’s footsteps they were. They were frantic and uneven-- they had the potential to be rhythmic, but the walker was urgent. Worried. The biggest identifying factor, though, was the quiet sound of plastic aglets on the tile floor; their shoes were untied. Abed smiled weakly as he recalled the fact that Troy almost never had his shoes tied. A glimmer of hope shone through the small slits in the locker door as the footsteps grew closer.

“Abed?” Troy’s voice cut through the silence in the hallway. He turned the corner and froze as his eyes landed on his friend. “Abed? God, there you are! You scared me half to death, and Jeff was already boring me to death with his lame lawyer stories, so now I’m only, like, a fourth away from death!”

Abed didn’t reply. He couldn’t-- he still didn’t know if Troy was real or just another image. He was still locked away, after all. Troy could tell something was wrong; Abed’s eyes had glazed over and he looked like he’d seen a ghost. Troy hurried over, his eyes frantically assessing the situation at hand. He saw the blood on Abed’s palms and his stomach lurched.

“Hey, Abed, are you alright?” Troy asked softly. “Did something happen?” Abed did not reply, instead releasing a small, high-pitched whine. Everything was foggy-- it was all too foggy for Abed to know whether or not he was simply envisioning this angel of a human.

“Alright, uh, I’m going to touch your wrist. Is that alright?” Abed hesitated before nodding ever-so-slightly.

Gently, Troy wrapped his hand around Abed’s wrist. The contact was startling, but not unwelcome. Abed was becoming more and more sure that this Troy was real. The tight locker melted away to reveal the same dark hallway; his anxiety was eased a bit,but he still couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that settled over him. He glanced at the clock once again-- he was alone for thirty-two minutes and forty-seven seconds in total.

“I’m sorry I lost you,” Troy spoke quietly. His voice was comforting and genuine, his face soft and kind. He didn’t match the Troy that Evil Abed created at all. “I know this place is overwhelming, I’m so sorry. We should’ve been more attentive and more careful, this place is like a maze.” Abed soon realized he was too tired to respond verbally, instead opting to hold Troy’s hand. A silent reassurance was exchanged through their intertwined fingers. Abed’s palms stung a bit, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it. He was just so tired. His muscles were sore and his chest ached and his head pounded. He wanted to go home.

“Britta was practically running across the building looking for you, ya know,” Troy said. His hand was still holding Abed’s. “Annie started crying after 10 minutes, and for a second Jeff looked like he was going to cry, too. They were all so worried. I was worried, too. The thought of something bad happening to you was too much to handle.”

“I know you hate being alone, too. I guess you probably thought we ditched you or something. Jeff thought you ditched us, but I knew that wasn’t true. It doesn’t really matter, though, because I’m here now,” That final phrase echoed in Abed’s mind as he sat beside his friend. “I want you to know that I really care about you. I want-- I need you to know that I would never ever ditch you like that. Not in a million billion years, not even for a million dollars,”

They sat there for a few more minutes before Annie turned the corner and shouted, sprinting full speed towards the two men at the end of the hallway. Britta and Jeff followed closely after, a wave of relief washing over their faces. They all gushed about their worries and concerns. Annie was quick to tend to the small indents in Abed’s palm, and Jeff and Britta talked about how freaked they were when they realized Abed disappeared. Jeff mentioned stopping by every directing booth in the entire building to see if Abed had landed there-- he even grabbed a few pamphlets for him to flick through later. Finally, Abed gained the energy to stand up, and he walked down the hallway with his friends beside him and Troy’s fingers still laced with him.

On his way out, Abed glanced at the clock on the wall-- twenty-two minutes and twelve seconds. Abed had been surrounded by his wonderfully chaotic family for the past twenty-two minutes, and he’d never felt more secure.

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Can You Sit By My Side? (Wen Junhui)

Hi! I hope everyone’s okay! Please remember to help support the black community during these times and help them use their voices! Our requests are still open, but please be sure to read the conditions before requesting! (if you have no money, click here to stream this! The longer you go, the more it’ll donate!) This will be the last non requested fic I write! Lastly, happy birthday Jun!!!

Inspo: Can You Sit By My Side

Word count: 7616

Pregnancy stage: third trimester

You grunted with the effort of taking the plates down from its spot. Sure, now they chose to disappear when each of them have stuck to your side in hopes you’d ask for help. “See? You’re already making things hard for me.” You placed your hand over your tummy and sure enough, the princess kicked in response and you laughed. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” She moved around again, loving the sound of your voice. “Why don’t you move when you hear your uncles? Guys! She’s moving.”

It never ceased to surprise you that Jihoon was usually the first to arrive, despite swearing that he didn’t even like kids. “Is my favorite niece up from her nap already?” He frowned when he saw that she wasn’t moving. “Oh come on, are you really doing this right now?”

You took his hand and guided to where her feet currently were, placing pressure on it, and when she kicked, he jumped up in response. “I can’t tell if she likes you or just likes making your life hard. But at least she knows who you are. I can never get her to move for Mingyu.”

“That’s because no one likes Mingyu...or Seungkwan for that matter.”

“I wanna feel her kick next!” Jeonghan came into the kitchen, almost knocking the plates from your hand. “She never does it for me unless I’m singing and that’s not fair.”

You rolled your eyes but you knew he had a point. Your unborn child already had good taste in voices but she was a devious one, mostly moving around when she heard anyone singing, and it had to be a raw performance. None of that studio version mumbo jumbo. “Is the pizza here yet? I’m starving.”

“Almost and Jun is also on his way back from the Mexican place with that torta you wanted.” he shook his head. “I’ll never understand a woman’s cravings.”

“You’re just mad because you ended up with the morning sickness. And so did Seungcheol….Chan too.”

“The cravings are weird,” Joshua piped in, coming in with the jar of peanut butter in his hands. “I can’t stop eating this and I’m breaking out so bad. You better name her after me once you give birth, or at least buy me some good facial products.” He asked to touch your stomach with his eyes and you nodded, shooting Jeonghan a small smirk when you felt her kick. “Aww, princess, you’re gonna be the most beautiful of all.”

Mingyu showed up next, water still dripping from hair from being in the pool, but still drying up, and he seemed to be the only one who noticed you still needed to bring the stuff outside. He wordlessly took the plates from your hand and grabbed some plastic bags that were on the table and headed back out. He liked to think he got the worst end of the stick with his hormones being out of whack and being a little more emotional about things. He was the only one who cried when you announced your pregnancy and when he found out you were having a girl. But that also meant he took it a little personally when she kicked him once and then never again.

“Mingyu, you're my favorite!” You yelled out to him and she moved around, possibly in agreement. “You’re the biggest little shit I know, do you know that?” Once you ushered everyone outside, you found the rest of the boys, either diving into the pool to stay cool or setting up the table. You noticed that Jun had come home and was playing the piano like no one was around. (Oh Jun, the one thing he wanted was a piano in the backyard when you bought the house and you didn’t know why, but you weren’t complaining.)

The tune was more than familiar and you weren’t the only one who recognized it because little Wen Meihui started moving like crazy, so you sighed, going to sit next to your husband as he played it happily. You made a face at Jihoon sampling everything that had been laid out on the table and shook your head. (Jihoon had shown the first sign of your pregnancy but no one had given it a second thought at the time, since he was a self-proclaimed foodie, but then when Hao started showing the same symptoms, you had grown a little suspicious.)

Jun didn’t stop playing even as you sat down, but he looked up and smiled at you but even then you knew he wasn’t singing it just for you. He picked up the habit of toying with the instrument when he realized he was gonna be a father, but out of nervousness. And once the little princess had grown into a baby who could hear, she started moving around every time Junhui sat down at the keys. Her favorite seemed to be “Can You Sit By My Side?” and from there, he easily became the favorite parent, which Jun would so rub it in your face in the future. And he fell in love with knowing she recognized him by his voice, often telling her about his day and putting his hands over your belly as he built his connection with her.

When he wasn’t terrified of becoming a parent, that is. With Wonwoo’s (another one with cravings...and spicy foods at that) help, they found beginner books on how to become a good father and how to be patient with you. He and Jihoon turned his home office into a nursery, complete with a Winnie the Pooh theme and baby proofed the place. Seungcheol provided the labor and drove you to your appointments and the boys just turned your house (and their dorms) upside down with clothes and toys and baby food and everything she may have needed.

You rested your head on Junhui’s shoulder, closing your eyes and breathing deeply, trying not to wince from the parade currently happening inside of you. You smiled nonetheless, overjoyed at the reception and Junhui slowly came to a stop, still in his own little paradise.

“Can I protect you by your side?” he whispered, placing a soft kiss to your nose and touching your stomach tenderly with both hands before he pressed another kiss there.

Newborn days:

“Jun, come on I need to feed her before I make dinner.”

“But I haven’t held Meihui in forever,” he pouted, cradling her close to his chest. “What if I have to go on tour tomorrow and can’t see her until the end of the year?” He wedged his finger between one of her hands, cooing gently.

“Jun, paternity leave is the reason why you won’t be seeing your band mates for a while. Come on you big baby.”

“Baobei, didn’t you pump? I can feed her.” He looked up at you, looking very unsure and very nervous. “Can I just hold her for a few more minutes? I-I don’t wanna let her go yet.”

You kissed his unkempt hair, a little jealous that even though he’s been running on the same hours of sleep as you have, he looked like he was in much better shape. “Okay.”

“Can you sit by my side for a little while? I feel like I haven’t been close to you.”

“Okay.” You complied, snuggling close to his arm, hearing him recite the lyrics only loud enough for her to hear. You adjusted the little hat on Meihui’s head so she wouldn’t be cold.

“Can you believe we made someone this beautiful?” It was his turn to kiss your unbrushed hair. “What do you think she’s gonna be like?” Meihui made a small whimpering noise and Jun shushed her gently, rocking her in small motions, feeling a little smug that he was able to calm her down.

“It’s still too early to tell, but if she’s anything like you, we may have our work cut out for us.”

“But if she’s anything like you, we may have to call in our reinforcements.” He stayed quiet for a moment, then spoke again. “Did you really mean it when you said you wanted her to learn Korean?”

“Yes. Wouldn’t it be kinda fucked up to not to give your friends the chance to love her too?”

“I mean, they can always learn Chinese...it’s not that hard.” Another kiss to Meihui. “Our princess is gonna be the smartest human in the world...and the kindest.” This time the kiss was directed at you. “Thank you for giving me the best gift ever.”

You thought back to the dang piano (not the one outside but the one at Pledis...the one that still resided in Universe Factory), the reason you had gotten pregnant in the first place, and every moment that came after until right now. You would’ve done it all over again….just not anytime soon.

“You know I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you. You know that right?”

“Wen Junhui...you told me that on our third date, when you proposed and every time it seemed like a good idea. Trust me, I know.”

He cleared his throat. “Baobei, you know you’re the queen of my universe and I would steal all the stars in the sky for you, but I’m talking to Mei.”

Of course he was.

Six months old:

“Alright my little princess, today it’s just you and me. Do you like that?” As if she understood him, Meihui smiled at him, squealing at the idea. “Yay!” he clapped his hands, and she mimicked his movements. “I knew you would.”

After changing her diaper, he brought her downstairs, along with the swing she’d be in while he made breakfast. It wasn’t everyday he had a father/daughter day but after begging Soonyoung’s fiancee to take you out looking for a wedding dress, you agreed to it and asked Junhui if he would like to spend a day with her. (He was a little curious to see how that future would turn out. They’d both met the American tourist years back when she had been leaving the hair salon to keep her red hair intact.)

So far, it’s been perfect. Like himself, Meihui was a late riser so he didn’t need to worry about losing much sleep, so he managed to make the bed he heard her making noise so naturally it was time to start the day. He sighed to himself, forgetting that she needed to eat too, so he placed the swing on the side of one of the walls and brought out the high chair instead. “Okay what sounds good for breakfast? I think pancakes for me, but how about you?”

He placed her on the chair and handed her a spoon which she banged on the table to her heart’s content while he rummaged the cabinets for something for her. “I found some apple juice!” He shook one of the bottles eagerly. “Yes or no?” He poured it into one of her bottles and she picked it up after some difficulty. (A proud parent moment right there.) “Now food! It’s too early for chicken, I think you finished the peas last night...aha! Rice cereal so you can have breakfast with me!”

She drank her juice while he made his pancakes and poured himself a cup of coffee and talked to her as if she was more grown. “Now for the best part,” he rubbed his hands together while he picked up the remote, “what to watch! I’m thinking Mickey Mouse. You?” She didn't give him an expression, so he tried again. “I would say PJ Masks but they scared you last time. Winnie the Pooh?”

“EEEEE!”

“I thought so.” He mixed her cereal together and tapped her shoulder. “Can I sit by your side?”

He stared at her while she made more of a mess than actually eating her food, but he was endeared nonetheless. Her eyes, he noted, came out more like yours, but she had inherited his hair, both in color and type, and the freckle above her lip had become more prominent. She was perfect just the way she was.

Ten months old:

Jun would’ve given anything to have been able to bring you both on tour, but he knew there would have been so many new adjustments that would’ve been made and he wasn’t too keen on the idea of people laying eyes on his princess just yet. He shared whatever he could, but it was a big step to actually bring her into the public eye. Add him most likely not going up onstage just to spend time with her into the mix and the results wouldn’t be good. Plus he was a little jealous of the vocalists who could coax her into their arms. (If they wanted a child, they could go and do it themselves, thank you.) Every moment he would call you, they would all bunch around his laptop and fight for her attention. (Seungkwan and Seokmin had the upper hand here.) But it was finally over.

You had waited pretty patiently at the Incheon Airport, even with a fussy infant who missed her father. You had managed to get her to go down for a nap while you passed the time reading articles on soothing her sore gums. (Teething...probably the worst thing about having a baby.) And then when she woke up, it took everything in you to get her stop crying. She didn’t stop when you took her out of the carrier and bounced her, nor when you pointed at random things to distract her. The diaper wasn’t an issue….and she wasn’t gassy. You could hear the annoyed travelers whispering and giving you dirty looks, but you ignored them. You finally pulled out your phone and went to the gallery….a last resort for things like this.

A daddy’s girl through and through, Mei immediately stopped her wailing at seeing Junhui on the screen, on that piano playing her favorite song. You could almost swear that he had written it just for her even now, because it always calmed her down and Jun had taken it upon himself to record himself and send it to you for emergencies and it had come in handy multiple times already. Meihui clapped once (the newest thing she learned how to do) and reached for the phone and ultimately putting it in her mouth.

“Princess, we don’t eat that. I need that for things.” Which resulted in mindless babble. “You know, the insurance doesn’t cover baby drool, so if you mess it up, I have to buy a new one, right?” She looked up at you and gave you a gummy smile, unfazed. “If something happens to this, we’re stuck here.” She pulled the phone out of her mouth long enough to squeal at Jun and then squirm in your arms. Your mother-in-law had been quick to confirm that Jun couldn’t stay still and was always making noise….so yep, another point for Junhui. “Okay, fine if it keeps you happy.” You were happy that she had been born in the early fall because she could enjoy the nice clothes right now.

A few arrivals later, the boys emerged, looking jet lagged but still scoping their surroundings and when they found you, they raced towards you (your child), in hopes of getting there first. Mingyu beat everyone, taking the child out of your arms before you could even say hi. “There’s the most beautiful girl in the world!” He pulled a lollipop out of his pocket and after taking the wrapper off, gave it to her. A lot of them, while waiting their turn, enveloped you in a hug and caught you up with the latest tour stories. Junhui finally showed up, helping a hobbling Minghao.

Once he got the younger boy into a seat, he ran to you, throwing every emotion he felt into the hug, and not minding the PDA he displayed showering you with kisses, one for every time he missed you and one for every time he woke up without you on the other side of the bed. “Hi,” he finally said.

“Hi,” you breathed, not wanting to let him go yet. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He kept you in his arms a little longer until he remembered he had a daughter that he missed dearly. He pulled away, but kept one arm firmly around you, just in case he still felt like he was dreaming. He looked around, finally finding his precious baby in Mingyu’s arms. Meihui had apparently found it funny to be licking her lollipop and then sticking it on Mingyu’s face and repeating the process whenever the lollipop would start unsticking.

“Your hair is as quiet as the dark night…” he began quietly, “making me think of you from night ‘til dawn.” As predicted she looked around for the familiar voice as Junhui continued the tune of his song, not making any more obvious movements he was around her. He bonked his head on yours slowly, enjoying Mingyu spinning around in circles every time she almost spotted him. “If you listen to this song word by word,” he took baby steps towards her, making sure he still had a hold on you, “line by line, can you sit by my side?” Mei finally seemed to outsmart Mingyu, but she managed to turn her head before he could spin and her eyes landed on Jun.

And she cried for him, reaching for him.

One year old:

“Junhui, is all this necessary?” You swatted the balloons out of your face, shaking your head at his decorations. Your backyard had turned into a jungle of colors and different shapes and you had to keep yourself calm from the way you noticed an inflatable water slide hovering dangerously close to the swimming pool and you just hoped that none of your husband’s best friends would be dumb enough to use it as a makeshift waterslide.

“Oh its absolutely necessary Baobei,” he argued, keeping a firm grip around Mei hands while she walked. (She had learned to stand not too long ago and once she learned to walk on her own, it’d be game over.) “She only turns one once!”

“I know, but couldn’t we have taken her to the park or the aquarium or something? It doesn’t need to be a big thing for her.”

“Ah-mah,” Mei called out to you. “Ah-mah.”

“Wow, that’s my big girl,” you cooed. “You’re almost there.” It took so much of your energy to squat but you managed. “Come here.”

“No. Ah-pah.” She struggled to stay in place even when Junhui directed her movements towards you. “No. Ah-pah,” she whimpered.

“She has spoken,” he said smugly.

“You know, I’m offended right now, but when she’s a moody teenager, I won’t be.” You stood up, walked over to him, pressed a kiss to his cheek and went inside. “The pizza’s almost ready, father of the year.”

“Is there a Chicago style one for Seokmin? I swear he goes on his honeymoon with his wife and spends the entire time in Chicago and now he’s actually thinking of moving there just because she’s from the Midwest.”

“Wen Junhui, do you know you’re whipped for your bandmates?” Yes, you made a special one just for him, because you knew it’d be breaking some kind of promise. “That was the last one that went in.” You squinted at the toddler. “Tell me you’re not gonna give me a hard time today. Your father may be past the wild bachelor parties, but he still knows how to throw them. Should I be surprised if you get a chocolate fountain for this?”

His mouth dropped open. “Did you get the bank statement already?”

You exhaled, unsure why you were even surprised. “Did you get a petting zoo too?”

“I’m thinking of waiting for her fourth birthday, don’t you think...I’ll have you know that I couldn’t find one available for today.”

“Wen Junhui….”

“Wen Y/N, I want you to know that I would’ve done so much for you, but you would’ve yelled at me. I actually had to wait to get a ring on your finger just so I can do this for her.”

“Jun, we got married ages before I was pregnant.”

“Yeah, but now I have an excuse to go all out.” He let go of Mei’s hands and carried her, so he could use his hand to entwine them with one of yours. “Don’t worry my love, I just want her to have the best day of her life. I will try to tone it down from now on.” He rubbed his thumb on your knuckles.

“Next time, just tell me you wanna plan something so elaborate so I can tell you no. We’re the only ones who have a kid right now so it wasn’t necessary.”

“Oh no, the water slide is for us, and the fountain is for you, because you wanted one.” He placed a kiss on your temple. “How much longer until DK’s pizza is ready.”

“It’ll be awhile. Why?”

“Can you sit by my side, so we can enjoy this little family time for a bit? After all, a year ago, you gave me one of the best things in life.” He guided you to the gazebo to enjoy the warm sun and maybe a little bit of alcohol to relax the tension in your muscles. Junhui sat Mei on his lap and she fell back on him, her eyes closing. “I guess she might be taking a nap.” he wrapped his arm around you and brought you close to him. “So it’s just you and me.” He puckered his lips to kiss you.

“HEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.” Someone yelled from the front yard.

“And whoever decided to show up early.” You stood up, pulled him with you and gave him a quick peck. “Alright dad of the year. Entertain our guests.”

Two years old

“It’s here!” Jun screamed coming in as his way of greeting one night.

You looked up at him, trying not to look afraid. The Halloween season brought out the scariest movies and even though you had grown up, it was still foolish of you to binge watch something. “What’d you get now?” You placed your hand over your heart, the racing had gone down slightly but not enough.

“It’s a surprise.” He dropped a kiss on your forehead and headed straight for the kitchen. “How was work?”

“Day off, remember?” You picked up the book that had fallen on your lap when he burst in. “Shh, I just put Meihui down for bed. I think she might be getting over a fever. She didn’t eat much tonight.”

“You know she doesn’t like carrots, right?”

You weren’t sure if the irony was humorous or horrible but you didn’t say anything. “I know; I made her soup. The chicken is for you.” You heard the footsteps going upstairs. “Hey get down here. If you wake her up, you’re putting her back to sleep.” That and you didn’t wanna be alone. “Junhui!” You shook your head. He acted as if he wasn’t going to have an entire morning with her the next day.

“Baobei,” he popped up next to you, and while you did fall off the couch in surprise (and fear), it took everything in you not to scream. “Have you-I’m sorry!”

“Help me up.” That did it; no more scary movies unless you had someone with you. “What’d you need?” It was funny but you still shot him a small glare which still took him a while to compose himself.

“Have you made any plans for Halloween?” He asked sitting next to you.

“No...why?” You hoped he didn’t rope you into something that required you to leave the house.

“Chan is having a party to celebrate his new promotion and he said we should go!”

“Can I think about it?”

“But I’ve already got the costumes,” he pouted. “Please! We’re gonna look so cute together.”

“You mean, you and Mei are gonna look cute.”

“All three of us!” He heard slight coughing and he turned around to see the love of his life looking dazed and tired, holding the stuffed penguin Cheol had given her. “Hi Princess! Why are you up so late?”

“M-my throat,” she whimpered. “I sit...your side?”

“Okay Princess. Look, do you wanna see your Halloween costume?” He patted his lap and picked her up so she could rest comfortably.

“Scary?” she asked.

“No. It’s cute, like you.” He pressed a kiss to her to her head and then tapped your nose. “Baobei, do you have the scissors? Can you grab them please? And the box in our room? Father duties, you see.”

You shook your head but if it meant he got to take care of her, you would’ve fixed the broken window in the attic. Going into the closet scared you a little at the moment but you weren’t so afraid anymore. But you may have run back downstairs just in case something was waiting for you if you let your guard down. (That’s how it always happened in the movies.)

Junhui was stroking Mei’s hair when you got back and showing pictures of who knows what and he met your gaze with the biggest grin you’ve only whenever he was plotting something. “Which one are you opening first?”

“The one on the couch. I think you’re gonna like it.” He kissed Mei’s cheek, not minding that she was close to falling back asleep, but he could feel that she wasn’t as warm as before.

“Pajamas? You’re making a big deal out of her costume when it’s just sleepwear?”

“Open mine next! It’ll make more sense.” You ignored his oddly gleeful expression and he made a noise when you pulled out his. “Get it Baobei? Because he saves her even though he scared her!”

Well it definitely explained why he wanted to perfect Meihui’s pigtails and that meant that the box by his feet was yours, and you could only hope he wasn’t a little shit about it. “What am I?”

“Besides my beautiful wife, my everlasting soulmate, and the mother of all my kids?” He waggled his eyebrows at you. “You’re just gonna have to open it yourself.” He kicked it over to you, and it concerned you at how light it was.

You glided the scissors overs over the tape and when you saw the green inflatable, you let out a deep gust of air, not sure whether to be annoyed or amused. “Are you fucking kidding me?” You smacked his shoulder. “Wen Junhui, I hate you.” And then you started cracking up because he was a dumb genius.

“We look good though. I’ve even been showing Meihui how to be Boo.”

“Okay but why do I have to be Mike Wazowski and you get to be Sully?”

“I mean, you could’ve been Randall because she’s scared of you.”

“Wen Junui!” You shook your head, loving the effect of feeling drunk on life he currently gave you. “Why are you so salty?”

Three years old

“Grandma!” Meihui jumped out of Jun’s arms and ran to her legs, squealing in delight.

“How’s my favorite princess?” She bent to her level and whispered something in her ear and stepped aside, Meihui calling out to her grandpa. She cradled Jun’s face and placed a kiss to his cheek and did the same to you. “How was Disney?”

“Exhausting. I think we’re happy to be here with you guys,” he admitted, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “I have never seen anyone get so excited over Cinderella the way she did.”

“I haven’t been to Disneyland in years!” you exclaimed in the midst of finding your present for the in laws. “And she’s my favorite princess! You’re just jealous because I couldn’t marry Prince Charming.” You pulled out a snow globe to add to her ever growing collection. “For you.”

“Thank you, my child. Come in. I just started making tea. Are you hungry? There might be rice in the fridge.”

“See, Baobei? We didn’t stop along the way so my mom would’ve been able to feed us and now I have to tell her no.” He glanced apologetically at her. “You have such a thoughtless daughter in law, Mom. I’m sorry.”

“Why do you still give the poor girl such a hard time?” she scolded him.

“Mom, he’s just jealous because I’m your favorite.” You removed your shoes. “Thank you for letting us spend the night. It’s gonna be a long flight back to Korea and I appreciate it. Is there anything I can help you with since your son will pass out in about five minutes?”

“I’m tired,” he pouted. “Let me go say hi to dad first and then I can tell him how you’re both so mean to me.”

“How do you put up with him?” she shook her head.

“A box of apple juice and crackers.” And no, you weren’t kidding. The older Meihui got, the younger Jun seemed to feel. He now deemed chocolate milk too sweet but if Mei was drinking it, so was he; he liked his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut into triangles just like her. “But, if he’s happy I’m happy.”

“You guys always look happier every time I see you.” She poured two cups of tea and placed them on the table, motioning for you to sit down. “I knew you were a keeper from the moment I met you. But you know that. Tell me, how is everything? Everyone?’

You dove into the events in your life back home, stemming from Vernon finally settling down with someone and dropping hints about Wonwoo’s new book coming out soon to you quitting your job and so you could spend more time with Mei who was feeling jealous now that Jeonghan had become a father to twins and had to get used to sharing the spotlight. Jun and his dad entered the room to grab drinks and Mei skipped behind them chatting their ears off about the fireworks and asking her grandpa to carry her. Anyone that Junhui loved more than life was her favorite person in the world, and who better than that than the man who stepped in and raised Junhui as his own?

“It’s funny...Mei looks so much like you but she acts so much like Jun. It’s a funny thing.”

“Jun spends so much time with her. He takes her to work every Wednesday and Saturday, and on his days off he takes her, I don’t know where. And to think he was scared of being a father.” The nights he’d be pacing and religiously finding all the parenting sites to help him. It all seemed like a long time ago, especially when he liked to hog her now. You placed your hands over your mother in law’s. “You have the most incredible son; I hope you know that.”

She squeezed your hands. “He has the most incredible wife.”

The late afternoon progressed into dusk, with everyone eating dinner in the backyard to enjoy the breeze and the dusk brought drinks and dessert to the night until Mei was too tired to stay up, falling asleep on Junhui and you bringing out your sweater to keep her warm. Everyone called it quits a little after midnight after a card game since the day would bring traveling back home.

“Don’t be strangers,” your father in law warned you while you waited for your flight to be called. “I want to see you all in our home more often.”

“Can I stay with them Mommy?” Meihui asked, tugging on your hand. “Please?”

“You can but then we won’t have time to pick you up.” You knelt to her level, wiping her face clean, getting rid of all the stickiness from the orange juice. “And we’ll miss you a lot.” You let go of her hand. “Now, go say ‘bye and tell them thank you.”

The tears in her eyes as she said her goodbyes hurt you more than it should’ve, but you weren’t gonna tell her you planned to spend her next birthday and Christmas with them or that they’d be visiting you in a few weeks for Jun’s birthday. It hurt you too though, but you couldn’t say anything. They waited until you cleared airport security for them to leave and even then you cried. But at least, you could go home, unpack and resume your everyday-ish life. But first the boarding.

“Baobei, window or aisle?” Jun asked you and you shrugged. “Princess, do you want to sit in the middle?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you scared?” He picked her up, and let you take the window seat. He felt the need to give you a kiss on your cheek which flustered you. “Because I am. And I need someone to hold my hand. Can you sit by my side?”

She nodded at that. “Okay. Daddy? Can you sing that song?”

Four years old

“Hey you.” Jun removed his glasses, annoyed at how the prescription made him dizzy. He really was getting old now. He loved the days when you slept in and then left for the day with one of the boys’ wives. It meant he could be somewhat productive and he tried but he had pulled a muscle trying to remember one of his martial arts moves. He currently was on the couch, an ice pack on his knee. “What’s up? Can you sit by my side?” He picked up little Mei who looked confused.

“Daddy, Uncle Joshua called Mommy a bad word the other day.”

“He did? Do you want me to beat him up?” He was surprised to say the least. He had always been kind to you, especially when his marriage fell through the cracks and he needed a shoulder to lean on when the divorce had been finalized.

“No, can you tell him not to call her that though? It’s mean.”

“What’d he call her?”

“Y/N. I’ve never heard anyone call her that.”

He almost snickered but the look on her face told him not to do it. “ Princess, what do you think your mommy’s name is?”

“Baobei. You always call her that.”

Okay, now he saw the misunderstanding. “Her name is Y/N but I call her Baobei.”

“Why?’

“We’ve been together for a long time, and I don’t like calling her Y/N.”

“Why? Is it ugly?”

He almost lost his shit there; he really did. “No. It’s just something I call her, even before you were born...and before we got married. I like calling her that.”

“Why?”

“Well, it’s like me calling you princess. Your name is Meihui.”

“Why?”

“Because I told your mom if she didn’t give us matching names, I’d be sad.”

Her eyes widened at the realization, her mouth forming into an ‘o’, and forgetting she was so confused. “I’m like you Daddy!” She wrapped her arms around him and then pulled back. “Wait a minute. You and Mommy were together before I came here?”

“That’s right.”

“You didn’t want me a long time ago?”

Oh no. He wasn’t about to have this conversation with her. She was too young to know how she came into this world. He was gonna let you have this when she was older and he wasn’t around. Ah shit….if she was into boys, that’d be a hard thing to explain. No, he wasn’t thinking about the sex talk and how he’d have to explain it. “Of course we wanted you! We just couldn’t find you. We looked at all the doctor’s places and then one day, we did and we took you home.”

She nodded slowly. “Why?”

Five years old

“Are you ready for your first day of school, Princess?” Junhui bent to her level and adjusted the collar around her neck, keeping himself busy so he wouldn’t cry at leaving her behind.

She shook her head. “I don’t know nobody. I wanna go home.”

“We can pick you up after school, Mei, and it won’t be for a long day.” You looked around for a clock, relieved that it was an analog clock so you could explain it to her. You pointed at it. “When the hands are all the way up, you can come home and we’ll be out here waiting.”

“You don’t love me anymore?”

You never did understand how kids always thought that you leaving them alone for a couple hours meant you didn’t love them anymore. But that was also partially her fault. No one told her to run to the toy section when you were getting groceries and she had lost you. Of course, Junhui looked just as offended when you recounted the story. “Of course we do. We just want you to learn. The smarter you are, the more you-” you trailed off, not sure how to finish it. She already knew her colors and could count to 10...in the three languages she knew.

And eventually, if she wanted to, she could learn more. She needed Chinese to speak with her dad, Korean with her uncles and English because Joshua and Seungkwan insisted she’d get more opportunities in the long run. But you didn’t wanna burn her out and lose any interest she had in learning them. But right now, a private school away from the spotlight and media would do in helping her concentrate.

“Daddy, can you sit by my side? I’m scared.”

“I wish I could, Princess, but you have to stay here and I need to talk to your uncle Jihoon about something. I’ll be here after school though, okay? And then we can go see some of your uncles, okay?”

“Can we see Uncle Hao? I miss him.”

“Only if you promise you can do this like a big girl.”

“I promise.”

Six years old

You looked suspiciously at the father and daughter, both covered in mud and blocking the door to go outside. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” they said simultaneously and beamed at you. They looked at each other, some sort of conversation between them, then back at you.

“How was work, Baobei?” He spoke first, wrapping his hand around your arm in an attempt to distract you . “Did you like it?”

“It was fine. What did you two do today?” When you had gotten home from your first job back in a couple of years, it had been strangely silent, the house in perfect shape. These days, Jun was scrubbing crayon off of the wall, or removing a carpet stain. But today, they rushed indoors dirty from head to toe and you had half a mind to tell them they’d be washing and drying off outside.

“We had ice cream!” Meihui spoke. After I did my homework, daddy said I did a good job and we went out!”

“Mm-hmm, and why are you dirty?’ You heard a thump at the door and then muffled barking. You turned to Junhui who had his hands up in surrender. “I can explain Baobei.” He opened the door slowly and in trodded a Shiba Inu as dirty as the culprits. It took one look at you and growled slightly.

“Wen Jun...hui,” you pinched your nose, at a loss for words. Even after so many years with him, he had always managed to surprise you. “Why?”

“We didn’t mean to. Honest. We really were just getting ice cream and then this little guy followed us outta nowhere. He looked like a stray and nobody was calling out for him, and Mei asked if we could keep him.”

“So you told her yes.” Naturally. He really didn’t know how to put his foot down when it came to her.

“Baobei, look at her. She did that thing with her eyes that you do when you want something. Can you blame me?”

No, you couldn’t but you weren’t telling him that. You knew the exact expression he was talking about because you used it one too many times on him and still use it. Then again, Junhui really couldn’t tell you no. You’ve tried that too. You really had queen of his heart titled somewhere. “Yes. It’s not that hard, watch. Mei, go get in the shower and get ready for dinner. And stay away from the chocolate chip cookies. They’re for dessert.”

“Just one Mom?” As expected, she gazed up at you. Those cookies you had realized, were her biggest weakness and would make every excuse possible to get her hands on one. “I promise I’ll eat my food.”

“No.” She turned her attention to the other person who wouldn’t deny her anything, but you beat her to it. “Don’t think about it child. He’s with me on this. And he’s also in trouble for the dog. So, upstairs, now.”

“Daddy, can you sit by my side at dinner tonight? And play that song before bedtime?” She batted her eyelashes. “I miss it.”

Yes, Princess. Shower first and then dinner. I heard it’s your favorite tonight.”

“Mom-om, there aren’t any monsters in there, right?”

“No, I had your Uncle Hoshi come and scare them away.” Children. She was somehow convinced Soonyoung was the loudest person alive and therefore, the only one who could get rid of monsters, the boogeyman and anyone who made her so much as flinch. “Please go shower.” once she was out of sight, you faced him smugly. “See? Not that hard.”

“But Baobei, I don’t wanna see her sad.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Wen Junhui,” you sighed, stepping forward and after debating the risk of getting muddy, you kissed him a couple of times, and shivered at the coldness.

“Why do you say that?” he asked between kisses.

“Meihui wanted a cat, but you know I have a weakness for these pups.” Said pup had somehow fallen asleep in the family drama and would be out a little longer. “Go shower too. I’m not letting you into our bed like that.” Or maybe you could stay a little while like this. You missed moments like this when you could forget you were a parent and you felt no responsibilities other than to mold yourself to your husband’s form.

“EWWWWWWW.”

Or not.

Age seven

“Are you gonna tell me, or do we have to play a guessing game?”Junhui peered over his banana split to gaze at the daughter who had been anything but smiley lately. Between his voice actor role and once again fretting the duties of a second time dad, he hadn’t time to do much else besides tuck her in at night and read a bedtime story or two.

“I miss Cla-i-fonia,” she sighed. “Uncle Joshua took me to the beach and the movies and a lot of places with his new lady friend.” She mushed the Neapolitan together until it became an ugly color.

“Guessing game it is...are you sad you’re getting a little brother?” She looked at him grudgingly but nodded. “Why?”

“What if you love him more than me?” She sniffled, surprised at herself. “You didn’t even ask me if I wanted a brother. You just told me we were getting one.”

“Okay Princess, can you sit by my side for a moment please?” She reluctantly slid off from her spot in the booth and sat next to him. He cupped both of Mei’s cheeks with his hands. “You are my one and only, okay? You were here first, and no one’s gonna take that from you. I’m still deciding what I’m gonna call him, but you...you’re always gonna be my princess.”

“Okay Daddy.”

“Now what’s the other thing bothering you? You still don’t look too happy.”

“Are you gonna be mad?”

“At you? I don’t think so. Is it bad?”

“Well, no, but I think I might hurt Mom’s feelings.”

“Is this about your brother?”

“No. Me.” She took a deep breath and exhaled. “How come I don’t have eyes like yours? My eyes look big and circle-y like Mom’s and uncle Vernon’s. They aren’t like yours or my uncles or the kids at my school.”

“Has someone been making fun of you?”

She shook her head. “No, but when you were making me at the hospital...why didn’t you give me your eyes? Why Mom’s?”

Oh he hated genetics...and how this conversation could end. He had to think carefully because seven year olds played with toys and threw tantrums over not getting a candy bar. They didn’t ask questions like this. At least not this seriously. “I wish I could say that they ran out of my eyes when that happened, but I told Mom that I wanted her eyes for you because they’re the most beautiful ones I’ve seen. And they are my favorite.”

“Is that why you love me so much?”

Junhui cut off a piece of banana and fed it to Mei. “I love you because Mom and I made someone who turned out to be everything we wanted and more. It was scary not being a dad at first, but now, I can’t remember why we went so long without you.”

She nodded. “Okay, but Daddy, don’t give my brother your eyes. Or sing him my favorite song.”

“That song is just for you, and only you.” But also you. Meihui didn’t have to know it was why she was conceived, but that could be the family secret. “Are you feeling better now?”

“A lot. Can we go home now?” She finally smiled, revealing a couple of her missing teeth. She wrapped her arms around him. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He waited until Meihui let go and grabbed her hand. “Your hair is as quiet as the dark night…”

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glowstickk · 4 years

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i wish to know... about your zimverse ocs... they seem pretty neat...

anon u GOT IT i’ve been wanting to talk abt the gang for so long!!!!! when i saw this ask i lost my marbles!!! knowin that someone is actually interested in these guys makes me so happy!!! so!! here they are!!! also!! apologies that it took me so long to actually answer, i wanted to be able to say all of the lore for lizzie (who hadn’t had her chara arc in rp at the time) and by the time i got her arc done i ran flat outta spoons nbfkgb,, but i got my spoons back and whipped up a few lil pictures to go with this so hopefully that makes up for it!!! oki here we go!! under a cut because talking about five separate charas is gonna get long ndfjkv

ZAPPELINE VOLTAIRE

she/he/they | genderfluid | somewhere between 25-37 y/o zap is basically my main character! she used to be a scientist who worked on interdimensional research, more specifically what the theoretical effects of interdimensional travel/portals would be on the human body and the safety of all of that. at one point the lab she worked at lost funding, but she decided to fuck around there before it got demolished because why not! she did a few experiments on herself, including changing her natural hair color and making it so that she could see an extra color. the latter of which did not work out entirely as planned, because the rods in her eyes didn’t grow in quite right. so! now she has red-green colorblindness in her right eye, and something similar to tritanomaly in her left, which is why she wears those funky glasses!

gonna be honest, i’m still working on a way to properly explain the next bit without it getting super boring or incomprehensible, but tdlr the new colors corresponds to a wavelengths that interdimensional rifts emit, so now she can see interdimensional rifts! she noodles out a way to build an interdimensional portal using some leftover notes from one of her co-workers, and jumps through! she ended up getting too excited about the portal and forgets to make sure it’s stable, and it ends up collapsing the second she gets through. so now she’s stuck in the multiverse! fun! after a bit of dimension-hopping, mad science, and the entire plot of polychrome (a game concept im workin on!!), she lands herself in zimcon!

SPARKPLUG VOLTAIRE

he/they | nonbinary | 5 y/o

sparkplug was originally built by zap to be her impulse control! this did not work! for context, zap used to be a really shitty supervillain before zimcon, so i kinda made sparkplug to be her sidekick/henchman? but in the way that’s like, supervillain is really nice and respectful to their “underlings” and basically treats them as equals and as friends, because i love that trope so fucking much. the original joke was “haha the supervillain has pack-bonded with the box!” but then the box turned into a kid and well! here we are. eventually after just. existing for a while they developed their own personality, and pretty much just became a regular kid! they arrived at zimcon as a box, but later on they end up asking zap for an astroboy-style body! as of writing this they haven’t gotten it yet, but that’s just because the rp’s kinda on pause right now. i do wanna say tho i have a special lil bit of art for it ready that hopefully yall will enjoy!!

ELIZABETH VOLTAIRE

she/her | cis (ew) | 4 years younger than zap

god just. i hate elizabeth! i really do. she’s another version of zap who is basically just an evil boomer who can’t even be fun or dramatic about it. in polychrome, she takes over as the big bad of the game. i feel like she works a lot better in polychrome just because that’s what she was made for, tbh. she and zap used to work together at one point, but due to a lot of arguing, many disagreements and some other Events(tm), started hating each other. she’s literally no fun at all and i can’t really expand upon her all that much without going into spoilers territory so that’s about it for her.

LIZZIE VOLTAIRE

she/they | trans gal | 745-748 y/o

lizzie is a ghost! she’s an alternate version of zap that died before she could ever leave her home dimension. after she died, she was quite literally chained to her death spot for over 700 years. when she died though, she was given a contract that said she could be freed if she got someone to sign it, the person signing it would be able to have her do whatever they want, but once she finished the task she could be free. if the person signing felt that she wasn’t doing a good enough job, they could rip up the contract and she’d be sent back to her death spot. it sounds bad, but it was all she had so she tried her best to get someone to sign! unfortunately though, in the few months where there were still people around, she hadn’t been able to figure out how to get herself to be visible again. just before she figured that out, the world underwent some kind of apocalypse, and all the people were wiped out. so she had no choice but to just kinda sit there and vibe for 700 years.

that is until elizabeth came along! liz signs her contract, and lizzie starts working as a henchman for her. the elizabeth arc happens (which is basically elizabeth helps lizzie possess zap and tells her to erase the con members’ memories, she does this, people are pissed, lizzie gets knocked out of zap’s body, zap dies, comes back, and beats the shit out of elizabeth and later sacrifices her to a crab) and liz decides to send her back for not doing a good enough job. so she goes back to her death spot, and after a night’s stay makes a deal with an eldritch blonde twink to gain her freedom.

REGINALD SPECTER

he/him | agender | a few thousand years probably (boomer)

bastard!! bastard man!! reggie is the one responsible for lizzie’s (and a few other peoples’) death(s). he has a job in the underworld which is basically just “take care of this huge monster that eats parts of people’s identity.” he found that feeding it souls worked best, so instead of finding lost souls he just decided it’d be easier to get some new ones. in order to kill people without getting caught, he disguises all his murders as accidents. lizzie’s happened to be a falling stage light that hit her on the head real hard. it’s not a cool or fun death and it makes her real mad ndjvkdf

lizzie was left there for so long because reggie pretty much just forgot about her. he left her the contract to give her some form of hope, which would keep her from fading away completely, but she was chained there so he could come back when he remembered. when liz signed her contract he got some sort of notice about it, and decided to come back to lizzie later for some shits and giggles. when they met up, he told her if she could find a soul to trade he’d give her her freedom. she accepts, and picks zap to trade, hoping that getting rid of her would help her earn liz’s approval (it didn’t). zap gets sent to this weird hell maze, and when a few others get in the way they get sent there too. lizzie eventually gets talked down from sending more and more people to the hell maze, and she lets them out. she’s tired of hurting people, and wants to give helping others a try! at the moment, reggie isn’t aware that lizzie let them out of the maze (and thus, isn’t gonna give him a soul to trade). if he finds out it’ll be bad, but for now she’s just vibing and trying her best to be nice!

reggie’s very much inspired by hate and dial from tpoh, and a lot of lizzie’s story is inspired by my personal theories on blondie/rgb’s death!! its basically “how many tpoh references can i cram into this: the arc.” it’s unbelievable the amount of shit i was allowed to get away with with nobody calling me out nfjdkvsf

aaaand that’s kinda it!!! i tried my best to make this short and readable, i wrote up something else earlier that was a LOT longer and im much more happy with this version. and if something i said doesn’t make sense or anyone wants to ask anything about these guys or polychrome id be more than happy to answer!!!! thank you so much for reading!!!! <3!!

#also MASSIVE shoutout to zimverse gang #if yall r reading this!! i love u guys i honestly never would have even like. gotten confident in my ocs if it weren't for yall #its!! a long and complicated thing that i don't quite know how to put into words but yall have given me so much confidence when it comes #to writing!! and just like. HHOUGH gettin soft in these tags huh #anyways!!! ily guys #and anon!!! ilysm!! thank you for asking abt them this was rlly fun to write up!!#i dunno you like. personally but you seem like a chad #oki!! its like three am as im writin this gonna queue it forrr rtha morninnn #if you're reading this i hope you have a wonderful day/night/afternoon!!#also im gonna get back to postin art soon i got a fuckton of drawings to share #been doin artfight too!!! ill do dumps of those in fours i think? i dont wanna spam dnvjkdfv #and im gonna try to finish the 2k requests soon!! ik its been like 6 whole ass months but im still goin #oki!! enough rambling!!! !!! gotta add my regular tags #ask #zimverse #zimverse rp #oc info post #hopefully that tag will work!#oki. goobnight o7 #glowdart #glowcs

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fluffypeachwriting · 4 years

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Ten✧Shi makes their debut!

Everybody meet my idol oc group! I’m so excited to finally start making content for them, and I hope people like them! Under the read more are profiles and introductions to the group and members! Art by me!

Feel free to use the inbox to ask them questions! Give them a warm welcome!

Group Intro:

Hello everyone! We are Ten✧Shi! We are a group of four high school teachers in Japan and an idol group! This is our first group interview so please enjoy!

We chose the name Ten✧Shi because there are four (四/shi) of us and our kind students said we were like angels (天使/tenshi) of the idol world! The four pointed star in our name represents each of us coming together to be brighter, but it also represents a compass and our hopes of guiding people to their shiniest future!

For our debut we’ve gone with a more mature concept, taking the theme of angels and putting a modern spin on it!

We were previously school idols, formerly two duos known as ‘Savvy x Spiffy’ (featuring Natsuki and Ryu) and ‘FINEST♡’ (featuring Yui and Haru). Our school idol careers mainly consisted of a local rivalry, but a friendly one. Now we realise that our duo concepts were too different to compare fairly, which is why our competition ended in a stalemate during our third year. However we want to thank our fans, friends and family for supporting us back then.

Ten years on from our last performances we’re back as a quartet! We hope to inspire people around the world with our live shows, with our new concepts and songs. As adults in our late 20’s we want to show the world what we’ve learned since then and just how powerful we are!

We want to thank our students for pushing us to form a group like this, and due to their amazing support we couldn’t have entered the upcoming amateur adult idol tournament, designed for people like us!

Natsuki:

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Height: 6’2 / 187cm

Birthday: July 19th

Star Sign: Cancer

Pronouns: He/him or They/Them

Image Colour: Mint Green

Self-Introduction

“Hi everybody! I’m Natsuki, the leader of Ten✧Shi! I didn’t think I could be a leader, but the other three were so insistent, I couldn’t resist their cute little faces! They said I’m the glue that keeps us together, but I don’t think I put special effort in, I just want to see everyone be the best they can be, Y’know? I just wanna take you all in and squeeze you tight! If I had all the time in the world I’d talk to each fan because you’re all so valuable to us!

I only became a trainee teacher in the past few years, but I’m sooo happy to see my old pals again! I love exploring lyrics in music, I am a Literature teacher after all!! I hope the songs I write in the future will inspire all of you to do your best! There’s so many different types of idol music, but I do love electro swing the most. It’s just the kind of music you can put on and dance around with! I’m so excited to dance with my friends again!

My charm point? Hmm… I don’t really think about that too much, but I’d say it’s that I’m willing to drop everything if my friends need me! I guess I also get compliments on my voice a lot. Of course I train hard as an idol, but I’ve been singing since I was tiny! Maybe that’s why I can’t sing so loudly… Oh you meant something physical? Ahaha… well, it’s a little embarrassing, but I overheard Ryu say I have “like, super toned abs. It’s so unfair.” Does that count? What?! No!! I’m wearing my work clothes I can’t just take it off!! I can’t let the students see me like this!!!”

Journalist’s Note: Due to popular demand, an exclusive shirtless photoshoot was taken shortly after the interview. Please view our Instagram page for a sneak preview.

Ryu:

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Height: 5’11 / 180cm

Birthday: March 5th

Star Sign: Pisces

Pronouns: He/Him

Image Colour: Light Blue

Self-Introduction

“Make this quick, I don’t want to lose track of time and be late for- Oh you’re recording already? Fine. I’m Ryu. And I want to start this by making something clear. I’m not the same teenage boy I was last time I was on camera. The whole playboy persona isn’t gonna fly as an adult. I have a reputation to uphold. I’m a senior staff member of the school now, I can’t be seen dancing in shirts that are barely buttoned up anymore. And I’m especially not calling any of my fans ‘my kittens’. That shit’s embarrassing. Wait, I mean that it’s unacceptable. Can you edit that?

As I said, I’m high up in the school now, so I have a lot more to worry about than back then. And that also includes being part of a bigger group. Yeah, I love those guys, but you can’t deny they’re a handful. It’s kinda weird. In the old days I’d be the one running off and getting us into trouble, but now I’m… uhh… am I stuck-up to you? I really don’t wanna seem that way to students. Why are you laughing? Oi, what’s that face for?

Huh? Charm point? Who cares about that? Oh yeah, I’m the visual center. Okay, whatever. As an idol I like to focus on my body as a whole, but if I had to highlight an area I’d choose my legs. I’m not super tall, but my legs are kinda long, and sometimes Natsuki would latch onto them so they can’t be unattractive. The guy’s got some strange taste but I guess I trust his judgement. He is our leader, after all. Hm? When does he do that? I mean just like if we’re chillin before we go to bed. Yeah? Yeah, we live together. Wait!! Don’t cut the camera let me explain!”

Journalist’s Note: We didn’t cut the camera.

Yui:

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Height: 5’8 / 172cm

Birthday: August 30th

Star Sign: Virgo

Pronouns: She/Her

Image Colour: Light Pink

Self-Introduction

“Hi hi! I’m Yui! I’m a PE teacher and the choreographer of the group! I love love love to dance, even without thinking about it! Dancing is such an amazing way to express yourself. If you’re alone and you need to get some energy out just move your body to the rhythm of your heart! Dancing as a group is so amazing too! Watching our lives shows back and seeing everyone do the moves I made is such an indescribable feeling!

I never thought I’d be a teacher, but I really love it! There’s a lot of hard work involved, but it’s all totally worth it. I know PE can put a lot of stress on students, so I don’t force anyone to do anything, and I try to make everything super fun and accessible! All of my students are so lovely, people really don’t get that kids are humans too, with such rich lives and stories to tell. Honestly I’d rather help out kids that need guidance than spend time with some of the grouches that teach here. EW!

My charm point…. Is my eyes! Connecting to our audience is so important, and I always focus on making the right expression, it’s just another way I can get across my feelings! People say my eyes are always full of life! I also love love love seeing students get inspired by my dances. When their eyes light up it’s like a whole new path has opened up in the world! I hope everyone supports us and we can all make new paths together! Love you!!!”

Journalist’s Note: Yui’s interview is an hour longer than the others. For the uncut version, please visit our site.

Haru:

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Height: 5’5 / 165cm

Birthday: July 29th

Star Sign: Leo

Pronouns: He/Him

Image Colour: Yellow

Self-Introduction

“This is Haru. If I sound moody during this interview, blame the others for waking me up this early. This is earlier than I get up for work. But this isn’t about work so I shouldn’t complain. Hm? Yeah, I’m a maths teacher. I know it’s like the least interesting subject for most people. And I feel the same way. But when I was a kid all of my teachers were hell-bent on teaching their way or no way, so I chose to use my good grades to get a job here, and understand how these kids work as individuals so I can teach them in a way that they understand.

I’m the composer for the group. After high school I was in a rock band for a while. The split wasn’t in vain so it’s all good. And they’re fans of my idol stuff. Being able to write music helps out now, but I’ve still got a lot to learn! Music’s so great, it can lift your spirits or bring you down, which isn’t always for the best, but that really shows how powerful it is! Getting up on stage and feeling the adrenaline shoot through you is addicting and I feel so alive when everyone’s into the rhythm and you feel like the night could last forever... Looking back on some of our recorded performances, I notice how intense I get on stage. It’s a little weird to see myself so… energetic. Is it weird? No? Wait, people like it? You’re just saying that because I’m here. Hey, don’t show me comments on our debut MV, that’s unnecessary.

Charm point… The dark circles under my eyes don’t count even thought people point them out a lot, so I’d say my fang. I have a canine tooth that sticks out a bit, see? The others think it’s cute, but there’s nothing cute about me. What? My fans would say- No I don’t need to hear any of it. There’s no such thing as a charisma centre! I’m not cute and my face isn’t red!”

Journalist’s Note: As a school idol Haru won #1 ‘Cutest New Idol’ as voted by the public. As of the date of the interview, he holds the highest all-time number of votes in a single poll.

#oc stuff #ten*shi

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nostallgias · 4 years

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☆ . * ( kristine froseth, cis female, she / her ) hey, look !! indigo ‘indie’ dahl aka @nostalgias is online and ready to write another anonymous post on the broken hearts club. rumor has it they’re here because she ran away from her hometown to escape her family and ex lover. out in the real world she is a musician / bartender. the 22 year old is known for being flighty & impetuous but make up for it by being vivacious & determined. if they were to describe themselves they’d say they’re chipped nail polish, lipstick stains on cigarettes, driving with the window down and their favorite song is gold dust woman by fleetwood mac.

hello everyone, i’m so happy 2 b in this rp !!! my name is diana, i’m twenty yrs old, a libra, and reside in the est timezone. some quick facts abt me ... i am a girl group stan and lana del rey enthusiast. i also luv cats. anyway, enough abt me, u can learn abt my muse indigo under the cut !!! my discord is missing blackpink hours#5522 so pls hit me up there or in the im’s for plots !! i cannot wait to get started <3 tw: briefly mentions alcoholism & drugs

☆ . * 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔 !

full name : indigo dahl

nickname(s) : indie

zodiac : sagittarius sun, gemini moon ( click )

sexuality : bisexual

alignment : chaotic good

pinterest : click

☆ . * 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 !

indie grew up in a small town where everyone knows everyone. she was restless and curious, but there wasn’t much to do in a town that small

her parents were really big on music, so there was always something playing in the household. it’s safe to say music took over her life. she started to learn guitar, then later bass

but sadly her dad left them when she was still young. she wanted him to take her with him, so she could finally get out of that stupid town, but he left her with her mother and never looked back :/

indie and her mom didn’t get along too well. she basically planned indie’s entire life out, down to who she should marry. after her father left them, her mom wasn’t rly able to cope with it too well and she kinda turned to drinking, and the music that was always playing stopped :(

indie spent her middle and high school years taking care of her mom, who was too drunk to function at all times. she couldn’t keep a job, which, was fine at first because indie’s grandparents ( her mother’s parents ) were fairly well off, and they could live off of them

that was until her grandparent’s cut them off after finally noticing their daughter was an alcoholic. so, they were pretty much left with no source of income

indie started working as soon as she was old enough. she worked two jobs in high school, which didn’t leave her much time to focus on school. she never cared for school anyway, her focus was always music, but she didn’t even have much time for that anymore

her mother seemed to have a new boyfriend every week, men who always acted like they were here to say. all of them tried to control indie, but she resented every single one of them. she could see through the lies

she spent most of her time away from home, she didn’t even like sleeping there. it didn’t feel like home anymore, and it hadn’t for a long time

one day, one of her mother’s boyfriends actually stuck around. indie just kept waiting and waiting for the day he’d leave, but he never did. her mother remarried

after remarrying, her mother kinda got her life back on track again. she immediately went back to trying to control indie again. indie absolutely hated it, but she was happy to see her mother in a good place again, so she tried to fit the mold

indie barely graduated high school and never went to college. she continued working for the next few years, saving up money and working on music

she started dating the guy her mother chose for her. it was okay at first, but the spark was always missing. the longer she was with him though, she began to realize that he wanted to stay in that stupid little town forever, and the idea of spending the rest of her life there terrified her so much she decided to runaway

so, she packed all her things and ran away in the middle of the night. she drove through the night to find her father, but when she found him, she learned he had remarried and started a new family

deep down, she always knew he didn’t want her, otherwise he would’ve made an effort over the years. but she really had to see it to believe it

and that’s how she found her way to chicago. she never told her mother where she went, but she knew she was looking for her and so was her ex

her grandparent’s send her money every once in a while, and although they aren’t close, they understand why she ran away and want her to have the chance to start fresh

she stumbled across the forum one day and decided to join it, because she was starting to feel a little lost and it has helped her a lot

☆ . * 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 !

indie is extremely extroverted. she is a social butterfly and will befriend literally anyone. the tricky part is getting close to her, though. she tends to keep her emotions to herself. she presents a version of herself to the world, one who is always happy and alive because she thinks that’s the only version of her that people will like

she has such a curious soul !! all she wants to do is explore and experience new things, so she’s always down for an adventure. she loves a good party because she loves to be around people. she’s a social drinker and drug user ( except for weed, which she smokes a lot )

indie doesn’t have any idea about what love is, but she knows she wants it. she wants a great, interesting, devoted love, but is having trouble finding it. so she tends to have a lot of lovers, but they mostly end up being casual. she gets bored easily, so if it isn’t exciting at all times, she kinda dips akjsdhsdjhk it’s her fear of abandonment

she is obsessed with the 70′s, from the music to the aesthetics. stevie nicks is her inspiration. she loves music of all eras, though. she loves thrifting, and her style is heavily influenced by 70′s fashion

she can be pretty spontaneous, but also reckless. she wants everything in life to be an adventure, so it has gotten her into trouble in the past

hates authority figures, literally she has so much trouble with respecting authority now because she feels like she wasted her entire life doing that for people who didn’t respect her

has a hard time taking things seriously, except for music because that is her entire life

☆ . * 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 !

party buddies - they always go to parties together. maybe they don’t see each other outside of parties, maybe they met at a party and became close friends afterwards

drinking / smoking buddies - someone she can drink or smoke with. maybe they have a more casual friendship, but anytime they hang out, they share some interesting conversations

confidant - someone who confides in her or someone she confides in, or they confide in each other. they don’t necessarily have to be the closest friends ever, but they get along, trust each other, and maybe they talk more in private

frenemies - they’re friends, but maybe they’re always trying to one up each other. they might gossip behind each other’s backs. sometimes they get along perfectly well, but maybe sometimes they get into stupid fights

protective friends - friends who feel extremely protective over one another. indie will literally fight anyone who hurts them

sibling-like friendship - indie is an only child, so i would love for her to have someone she sees like a sibling. they’re there for each other, look out for one another and always have each other’s backs

dynamic duo / best friend - ride or dies. platonic soulmates !! this person is probably the closest friend she has and actually knows her well ! a power duo

partner in crime - someone who always goes along with her antics. someone who she bounces off of and they do dumb / fun shit together !!! her adventure buddy

online friends - her favorite person on the forum. she is always interacting with them and is literally always the first to comment on their posts or something. maybe they confide in each other

bandmates - if your muse sings, plays guitar, bass, drums or keyboard, they can be in a band !!! indie plays guitar, bass, and also sings so she can do whichever of these is needed !! she also likes to compose music, but with bandmates they will collaborate and make stuff together of course

groupie love - i didn’t know what to call this plot so pls ignore the name, i went for a lana del rey song title aksdhsdjkh but basically maybe ur muse was there at one of the little gigs she played and they became acquainted after that !!! this can be romantic or platonic, we can plot it however. but maybe they keep going to her shows and she’s always happy to see them

flirtationship - they flirt constantly, but nothing serious has come out of their flirting. maybe they have good chemistry, but haven’t really tried to explore it further

ex-fling - maybe they ended things more recently, or maybe they ended things a few months or a year ago. they could have ended on good or bad terms. maybe someone or both of them still have feelings, or maybe they’re just friends or don’t talk now

current fling / friends w benefits - someone she is currently seeing. could be no strings attached, or there could b some feelings there. maybe they don’t want to make it anything serious, or maybe they’re ready to take it to the next level. maybe one person is ready to go further, and the other isn’t

requited / unrequited crush - maybe she has a crush on ur muse, whether it’s a deep crush or a more surface level crush. OR ur muse could have a crush on her and maybe she’s oblivious to it !!! maybe our muses have crushes on each other !!! maybe it isn’t super serious, or maybe it is

will they, won’t they - there’s feelings between them, but they haven’t made the plunge to pursue whatever they have. longing, yearning, lingering glances

take care - someone who looks after her when she parties a little too hard !!! someone she trusts who keeps her out of trouble when she’s under the influence and feeling too reckless for her own good

enemies w/ benefits - there was always underlying tension between them, even though they couldn’t really stand each other. maybe they hooked up at a party and now, despite their personal feelings towards each other, they still continue to hook up

cyber sex - once again, i didnt kno what to title this so i went for a doja cat song AJKSDSJKH but basically someone on the forum she has a crush on. i think it’s funny because she has noooo idea who they are irl but maybe they connect super well online

ex-friends - someone she used to consider a best / close friend, but they had a falling out for whatever reason n maybe they strongly dislike each other now. maybe they want to re-kindle their friendship but don’t know how

dealer - someone she buys drugs from, they could be friends or it’s strictly business

bad influence - someone indie is a bad influence on. she maybe influences them to party, drink or do drugs, or do stupid reckless things with her

good influence - someone that is a good influence on her and gets her to keep her act together. she has trouble caring about anything that isn’t music related, so this person can keep her on track

roommates - one to two people that she lives with !!! they can get along, or maybe they don’t vibe super well. but if they do get along they can do cute stuff like bake and watch movies together

coworkers - indie is a bartender, so she can work at the bar or restaurant that your muse works at

meet me at the bar - someone who frequents her job a lot. maybe they’re her favorite customer and she loves whenever they come. we can plot this out however !!!

congratulations !!! you have finally reached the end of my unnecessarily long intro aksdjhsdjhk i would like to thank u for reading and apologize for all the rambling i did <3 anyway i would luv to plot, so i’ll send message u asap if u like this post !!! we can definitely plot over im’s, but i am partial to discord if u wanna add me there: missing blackpink hours#5522

#hearts:intro #☆ . * 𝒈𝒐 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 ╱ ooc.#this kinda got long.....i'm so sorry i rly do not deserve rights #pls plot with me anyway <3

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iamfallinforeverything · 5 years

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Prisoner (2/2)

So it took me longer than i expected to write the second part, but last week was really stressful and this week I just needed time for myself. I’m sorry it took so long but here it is finally. Thank you so much for waiting. Also I think I could do another part of this if you guys want to and are interested in that. I don’t know how t do this thing veryone does where you just have to click on Part xy and you get to that part but here hopefully the link to the first part pf Prisoner: https://iamfallinforeverything.tumblr.com/post/185961443538/prisoner-12

And i though I just tag some people who maybe wanted to read the second part: @x5sosxfangirl @waywardtimemachinejellyfish

Summery: You finally get the love of your life back but it took a different turn.

Warnings: swearing, a lot of time laps

It’s been some time since Bonnie and I stranded here. There were three things that we already knew:

1. We were the only ones that were living here in this Mystic Falls. 2. The 10th May 1994 repeated itself day after day and the recurring eclipse of the sun was a proof for this. 3. Slowly it got fucking boring.

Everyday was the same. Every-damn-day. Bonnie and I decided to live in the Salvatore House. It was a nice, big house and the 1994 Version was nearly the same as the 2013 one. Besides, Salvatores have always had good whiskey in their house.

I was making some pancakes for Bonnie and me, when she finally came back from wherever she was. She had a Teddybear and a grimoire in her hands.

“What is that?”, I asked and pointed towards the stuffed animal.

“Miss Cuddles. I’ve lost her when I was 9, but I went into my house yesterday and there she was. And I also found this”, Bonnie lifted the grimoire a little bit up, “in my gram’s house. Her old grimoire“, she smiled.

“Great. Hopefully it will help finding out where we are and how we can leave. And also I found this”, i held a bottle of bourbon up, “Damon drank it last year when Alaric died.”

“So everything that existed here in 1994 stills exists.”, concluded Bonnie.

“Seems so.”, I answered and flipped the pancakes.

“So, there was a time where I couldn’t practice magic and this grimoire tought me alot. Maybe I can reteach myself.”, Bonnie shared her thoughts.

“Maybe. But that assumes that you’re still a witch and we don’t know that.”

“But it’s worth a shot.”

“Definitely.”

I put a few pancakes on a plate and gave it to Bonnie. Also I gave her the part with the crossword puzzle form the newspaper that I found infront of the Salvatore house.

“Try that. Helps against boredom.”, I said.

“Thanks. I’m sure it will be alot of fun doing a crossword puzzle form 1994.”, Bonnie rolled with her eyes.

“Worth a shot.”, I smiled while I was putting a few pancakes on a plate for myself.

I sat myself next to Bonnie and started to eat my pancakes.

“Alright. What’s a seven-letter word for…”, Bonnie said to herself but stopped when everything became dark.

The daily solar eclipse. And after that the day just went on.

Two month later and Bonnie was still trying to figure out the crossword puzzle. She couldn’t find the answer to some of them, one being “an old tongue twister Eddie turned Top 40″. I didn’t knew the answer either.

The time flew by and soon enough Bonnie and I were stuck here for a couple of months now. We had distanced ourselfes a little from eachother but we were still eating Breakfast and Dinner together. After so much time together we were getting on eachothers nerves and we needed some time for ourselfes, but every morning and every evening we sat together atthe dining table and ate together.

On one particular evening I was looking over Bonnies crossword puzzle and noticed that she solved one of the lines she had trouble with.

“Oh, you solved 27 acroos.”, I said.

“I wish. 27 across is a rock I am pushing up an endless mountain.”, Bonnie answered.

I read: “An old tongue twister Eddie turned Top 40. Eddie Vedder. Pearl Jam. Yellow Ledbetter.”

Bonnie looked at me confused. She took the newespaper out of my hands and looked over the line.

“Are you messing with me?”, Bonnie asked skeptical.

“No. Why should I?”, I answered.

“Y/N, I didn’t finished this.”

I frowned and looked at the crossword puzzle again. The line was filled in.

“I didn’t finished it either.”, I assured.

We looked at eachother for a while and then Bonnie said: “We’re not alone here.”

The following day Bonnie and I went grocery shopping. We were walking through the store and talked about the possipility of not being alone. And then Bonnie stopped suddenly.

“Pork rinds.”, she said.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”, I asked and turned around to look at her.

“There were pork rinds here, on this shelf. There have been pork rinds here on very shopping trip we’ve had for the past four months.”

Silently I looked at the shelf and tried to remember what was usually on it. But then there was new sound. One we’ve never heard here before.

“You hear that?”, Bonnie asked.

“Yes, loud and clearly.”, I answered.

I let go of the shopping card and went outside with Bonnie. Outside the store was a kids carousel. It was turning and playing music.

“What does that mean?”, I asked as I watched the carousel.

“It means that there is hope.”, Bonnie answered and smiled.

“How is another person supposed to bring hope?”, I asked suspicious.

“It means that this isn’t our personal hell. I means that Grams put us here. And if Grams put us here, there’s a way out.”

“Makes sense. Kind of.”, I admitted.

We walked over the parking lot and something caught my eye.

“Damons car.”, I said and smiled.

I let myself in, reached into the glove compartment and pulled the spare key out. I started the engine and my smile grew wider.

“Why is Damons car here? Did he left it here 1994?”, Bonnie asked.

“I don’t know. I didn’t knew the Salvators back then. I’m just happy that I know where this Idiot left his spare key.”

“Do you think it would be unlikely for Damon to leave his car here?”

“Yes. I mean, what does he want to do in a grocery store anyway? He dosen’t need groceries.”

“So, that would stand to reason that someone put his car here.”

I nodded. Someone was definitely here with us. We were not alone. And then I saw a figure walking through the shadows. And it wasn’t Bonnie.

“Did you saw that?”, Bonnie asked.

“Yes, I have.”, I answered and got out of the car.

Another shadow fluttered by.

“Come on, let’s go look for our roommate.”, I said and walked in the direction where the last shadow came from.

“It was behind the pick up.”, Bonnie said.

“No. It was infront of it.”

“Are you sure?”, Bonnie asked.

“Yes.”, I simply answered.

We looked around the parking lot but there wasn’t another shadow flying by or any other unusual sounds.

“Maybe it was just imagination.”, I said after a while where we were just looking around.

“No. The carousel dosen’t turn on by itself.”, Bonnie answered and kept looking around.

“Perhaps it was a technical difficulity. Why should there be another person here?”

“Here is someone else Y/N! I’m not blind or deaf. I heard something and I definitely didn’t fill in the crossword puzzle.”

“Maybe you just can’t remember doing it. Maybe we’re just going crazy from being stuck here.”

“NO! I know what I’ve saw and I’m not crazy!”, Bonnie answered angrily and stormed off.

“That’s what a crazy witch woud say.”, I breathed heavily.

I went back into the grocery store. I wanted to end our shopping because we still needed some stuff. I just added a bottle of cheap whiskey to it. I opened the bottle outside the store and took a sip. Immediately it started to burn in my throat and i dropped the bags. I caughed and put a hand on my cheast. I dropped to the floor and caughed even more. Who the fuck puts vervain into a fucking bottle of whiskey in this hell? Bonnie? But she wasn’t even here and last week the whiskey was fine. Everything burned inside of me. Everything was on fire and I couldn’t breathe properly. If I catch this asshole I’m going to fucking kill him by drowning him in vervain. I rolled onto my back and kept caughing. The sun was burning more just because of this fucking vervain making me weaker. And then I saw the shadow again. It was hovering over me. I couldn’t see who or what it was because of the sun burning in my eyes.

“I’m sorry darling, but you’re just a means for the purpose.”, the shadow said and lifted it’s arm.

I saw that it had something in their hands and soon enough I knew what it was. A fucking piece of wood was slammed into my stomach which made me groan.

“You fucking asshole. When I catch you you’re going to wish that you died a long time ago.”

“I doubt that darling.”

I knew this voice. I knew it but I just couldn’t put a face to it. The last time that I’ve heard it must have been a long time ago. The shadow, or person, above me pulled the piece of wood back out, just to ram it right back into another place of my stomach. The stupid vervain was still weaking me. Just a few more minutes and it would were off. The person pulled the wood out again and started to stab me again, but I rolled over and quickly got up into a defensive position.

“What the fuck do you want from me?”, I asked. I still couldn’t see their face.

“Oh darling, I told you already.”, the person answered and slowly some memories flowed into my mind.

I knew this voice. I knew who used to call me darling. I knew who pronounced it like that. But that wasn’t possibly. He was gone. My arms sunk down and I tried my best to look the person in their face but the sun was still blocking my way.

“You know darling, I’m kinda offended that you don’t recognize me.”, they laughed and came a little bit closer.

It was impossible. That has to be my mind playing tricks on me. He couldn’t be here. I shook my head and took a step backwards.

“Well darling, I’m not quit done yet, so please forgive me for doing that.”

The person lifted it’s arm again and threw the wood in my direction, but I quickly catched it and let it fell down to the ground. Meanwhile the person grabbed the bottle of whiskey that fell to the ground earlier and threw it infront of my feet. It shattered into little pieces and a lot of them hit my skin. The liquid that hit my skin burned as well and I screamed in surprise. I fell back down to my knees which started to burn as well since I dropped into the liquid that was filled with vervain.

“Leave her alone!”, I heard Bonnie scream and relief filled my body.

Usually I wasn’t so weak but something was different about this person. Just their presence made me weaker. And there was only one person who was capable of doing this.

“The useless one is here. Thank God. I’ve watched you try to do magic for months now. What are you gonna do, fail at me? It’s embarrassing. I’m embarrassed for you.”, the person said.

I looked behind them and saw Bonnie. She nodded at me and I tried to get back up but I was just so weak.

“And you my little darling. So weak.”

I didn’t doubt it anymore. I was him. It could only be him. I’ve never heard someone else talk so damn evil and arrogant. And I knew he would kill me just because he could and just because it would help him. I needed to leave. Bonnie was still standing behind him. She was still giving me signs to get up and leave.

“You know Bonnie, you could save your little friend. If you wouldn’t be such a failure.”, he said and his smile got even wider.

How could I still love him so much? How could I still feel the urge to protect him?

“Y/N run!”, Bonnie said loudly and I did.

I got up and ran a few meters away. I could hear how Bonnie was saying a spell and I knew what would happen and then my brain just turned off.

“NO!”, I screamed and ran back to them and pushed him out of the fire.

“Bonnie stop!”, I said and looked at her pleadingly.

“Why would you do that?”, she asked back.

I let go of him and just looked at the floor. It embarressed me that I still tried to save what we once had, even after everything what had happend.

“Because she is still so damn inlove with me.”, he smiled widely and walked a few steps in Bonnies direction.

“Excuse me, where are my manners? I’m Kai.”

#kai parker #kai parker imagine #damon salvatore #damon salvatore imagine #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #tvd #tvd imagine #bonnie bennett #bonnie benett #bonnie bennett imagine #lills pieces

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vecna · 4 years

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For fandom meme-swtor?

Send me a fandom!

This one isn’t as spicy as the Dragon Age one, but I still got Wordy.

Also there’s lots of KOTFE/KOTET/etc spoilers in here, so don’t read if you don’t want to see em. (Looking at you, Chignon.)

The character(s) I first fell in love with:

My own OCs haha.

But more seriously: It was actually Darth Malgus! I was always going to play a Star Wars MMO, let’s be real. But when they started posting promo videos and cinematics for the game, my Sith-loving ass immediately gravitated to that guy haha. And then, it turned out he had the same VA as The Architect from Dragon Age, and that was it for me.

If we’re talking about companions, then it was probably Malavai Quinn. Sith Warrior was the first class I got to 50, and Quinn was the first companion that I really got overly attached to haha.

The character(s) I never expected to love as much as I do now:

Most (not all, but most) of the “new” companions that came in with KOTFE and beyond. I was initially really sour when I realized we were losing all our class storyline companions, and they were being replaced with a new crew of Lana, Theron, Koth, my mother-in-law Senya, etc. Especially when they – at the time – said we’d eventually get our class companions back, but it would be a while. So I started KOTFE sure that I would hate the new crew because I would rather have the old one…. and ended up liking them quite a lot! Mostly, lol.

The character(s) everyone else loves that I don’t:

Doc is the main one, jesus christ. If you didn’t read my last post, I just really really really do not mesh well with overly sexual and Adult Humor-y characters who scold you with a “You’re no fun.” if your OC isn’t into it. Doc is the worst example of it that I’ve ever encountered. I always play a male JK, and the fact nearly all of his convos amount to, “Boy, you and me are going to be up to our eyeballs in vagina when this war ends, amirite?” “You don’t want that? Come on, the Jedi Code doesn’t say you can’t FUCK, live a little.” “You’re no fun. Well, more for me.” drives me NUTS. This combined with how he interacts with Kira just does me in. Shoves him out an airlock.

Dark Side Jaesa is another big one, albeit mainly for OOC reasons. I just hate the fact that she even exists, really. I get the appeal of a story where a Sith corrupts a Jedi to the Dark Side, but the way she does a total 180 into gross hedonism while Serving You always just makes me cringe. Plus there’s the fact that straight dudebro gamers are really nasty with her, and she’s the main companion I always see men put into the slave bikini outfit, and just yikes.

Also just a lot of one-off NPCs that everyone goes crazy for and ships their OCs with, but I constantly forget who they even are lol. Attros Finn comes to mind. I don’t hate them! Just don’t get the appeal I guess.

The character(s) I love that everyone else hates:

Lord Scourge, although I’m not sure he’s really hated as much anymore. I just remember at launch, when all of the overly invested Revan stans absolutely HATED him because of what he did in the Revan novel, and then flooded the tags with vitriol over being “stuck” with him as a Knight, and having to hear about Revan in his companion convos. It was really, really tiresome! Maybe it’s because I never really cared that deeply about Revan as my personal character, but I could not understand the backlash.

Anyway, Lord Scourge is my favorite companion in the game by a long shot. I love the conversations you can have with him about the Jedi vs Sith, and I love the mutually respectful tone those conversations take. (Where other Bioware companions who disagree with you have a tendency to just go, “You’re wrong.” and shut you down.) The fact that he’s so tied in with the plot just makes me love him more, really.

The character(s) I used to love but don’t any longer:

Cytharat, Koth and Theron mostly. Although this takes a bit of explaining, and is a bit Discourse-y – because I really appreciate them as characters, but their role and Bioware’s decisions with them is what made me no longer love them.Here’s the thing: Bioware has a bad habit of introducing male characters that are bisexual, and then having them betray you, leading to situations where they either get murdered or vanish from the narrative entirely. Meanwhile, bisexual women like Lana are untouched and around forever.

I was overjoyed when I first saw Cytharat. Y'all know I’m a ho for purebloods, and the fact that he was Malgus’ apprentice was fascinating to me – and then he turned out to be a bi romance. I got very hyped for him, only to find out he dies like 5 minutes later – or if you save him, he’s never seen again. Huge letdown.

Koth was the first character I fell in love with of the new KOTFE crew – I even initiated a romance with him! – but it quickly became obvious there’s no way to play the expansion without him turning on you judgementally at some point or another. And then, hey big surprise, you can kill him or else he’s never seen again.

Theron I’ve loved since we first got to know him in the Forged Alliances content, but that whole storyline where he seemingly betrays you out of nowhere, only to later reveal he didn’t actually, idk. And then, once again, you either kill him or he disappears from the story. It felt like a weirdly shoehorned in plot for shock value, and robbed us of a second bi MOC character.

You see the trend here? I want to love these characters, but Bioware continually electing to do this shit with bi dudes is tiresome and makes me unwilling to invest any interest in the characters anymore.

The character(s) I would totally smooch:

None.

The character(s) I’d want to be like:

None really come to mind? I just want to be a Jedi, come on.

The character(s) I’d slap:

Hunter all day every day.

The pairing(s) that I love:

Haha, this question is hard, because most of the SWTOR ships I’m invested in are between my OCs and my friends’ OCs.

However.

SCOURGE / KNIGHT IS THE BIG ONE, THE ULTIMATE, THE ALL-TIME FAVORITE. It’s really hard to describe just how much I love this ship, and just how much time and energy I’ve invested into it over the past… 8 years wow……….. To the point of being almost territorial. And it’s also near impossible for me to talk about why I love it, because the version I ship is so personalized with my specific Jedi Knight, especially since it had to live exclusively in headcanon land for so long. Scourge is, more or less, my Knight’s support pillar and the thing that grounds him and keeps him humble, in a world where my Knight is surrounded by people who expect him to be a pure flawless messiah. But, I mean. How can you have a man look at your character and say, “I’ve waited 300 years to see your face.” and not immediately ship it. And then I finally got vindicated after all these years when it was made canon!

I really love Arcann / Knight for a lot of the same reasons as the above, but I just really adore his one (1) romance convo haha. Granted, yes he did a lot of fucked up things, but I was so grateful when he had like… a Zuko-esque redemption. Where he comes to your character and firmly believes he doesn’t deserve forgiveness, and especially doesn’t deserve affection, and is instead met with acceptance and a chance to grow and heal. That’s the good shit.

Others:

Lana / Warrior and Lana / Inquisitor are my particular jam. I endlessly enjoy the mutual respect between Lana and those particular PCs.

Malavai Quinn / Sith Warrior is a longtime fave, and although I DO love him with a female Warrior, I really do with he’d been an option for dudes as well. And I feel the same in reverse about Vette / Warrior – I do like her with a male Warrior, and it’s so sweet and wholesome and endearing, but man I wish she’d been an option for female Warriors.

I ship Risha with every woman – especially Vette and Sumalee – and will be salty until my grave that Risha / f!Smuggler isn’t possible, because I love Risha with the Smuggler but she gives me powerful WLW vibes.

Agent / Watcher Two is also a lowkey favorite, but I ALSO wish it could be done with a female Agent instead. Same with Agent / Raina Temple.

Agent / Vector is very sweet, but again, I will be salty until my grave that it couldn’t be done with a male Agent.

Can you guys sense a running theme here?

Finally: NGL I love Valkorion / Senya, even though that ended in pure disaster.

And people around here used to ship Keeper / Lokin, and tbh, I still kinda love it lol.

The pairing(s) that I despise:

In general terms, I fucking hate every single romance that involves the male PC romancing his padawan or underling, especially since most of them seem like very young girls. I don’t know why this is so pervasive in the game, but yikes Bioware. Consular/Nadia is the worst offender, but they’re all just cringe central for me.

But the big one is Agent / Hunter. This would have gotten me run off Tumblr back in the day, but god I hate this pairing. I mentioned in the last post that I just will never enjoy ships where the two characters actively want to murder each other, but. This just gets magnified for me with Agent/Hunter, where all the mind control and blatant abuse comes into play – and people have a tendency to write noncon rape fic of the two and present it as ~sexy rivalmance~, which is awful. Add to this the “no homo” reveal where Hunter turns out to be a woman, after getting everyone hyped about a dude flirting with their male character the whole game, and it’s just a huge No Thanks from me all around.

And for largely personal reasons I just don’t like seeing female Knights with Scourge. Listen, for YEARS I was treated like a pariah for shipping Scourge with my male Knight, while being unable to find Scourge content that didn’t have a female Knight plastered all over him. Even though he wasn’t even a romance option one way or another, the way the fandom treated m!Knight/Scourge with disdain while ardently shipping f!Knight/Scourge was offputting as shit. And then, after years, he was made a romance option for women AND men, and all these awful people acted like they were robbed, the way people reacted when Kaidan and Jaal were made bi in Mass Effect. I’m so tired. I never want to see Scourge with a female Knight again.

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binchhhhh have you season season 8 yet??? and if so thoughts?? 🤔

I diddd!!!! and I just finished it!! i tried staying up till 3 to watch it but fell asleep and woke up at 4:30, it’s like 10 am now and honestly???

*SPOILERS FOR VOLTRON SEASON 8 BELOW*

worth it. no regrets.

overall im like…satisfied? like it got a happy ending for the most part, because the main plot is accomplished the universe can finally begin to heal and voltron has served it’s purpose, which i was expecting but there’s also a part of me that is…like really really sad??

like allura’s gone because she sacrificed herself alongside honerva (which really made a sharp character turn at the end, which is slightly supported by the closer examination done to her character in the episode where they delve into her mind but i still feel could’ve been built up more) and i really wish she could’ve like lived on (but like what else are fanworks for??) especially given the fact that she and lance were really beginning a promising relationship.

-even though there could be a case built that it’s just a rebound relationship, though i think that its very unfitting for either allura or lance’s characters. i mean the same could be said for klance if it had been canon, that lance saw his chances with allura dissipate and that keith was just next in line. but the way the allurance was portrayed was actually quite soft, like the two became closer friends who shared a romatic love for one another and isn’t that how love’s supposed to be?

(believe me im just as disappointed as all of you that klance didn’t end up being canon because despite my (still present) belief that they belong together, but i…was kinda prepared to find this out? like Dreamworks being the parent company and after shiro was confirmed to be gay and who was a main character i just knew that asking for more than a single LGBT main character was pushing my luck. (ezor and zethrid were present but they hardly had any screen time and theyd been classified as villains even near up to the end)

of course while i did enjoy the season and the entirety of voltron overall i think ill just list of what i liked, what left me confused, and what kinda bothers me:

-keith, embracing and fully accepting the entirety of his galra heritage and even going so far as to use the words ‘us’ and ‘we’ in his speech to the other galra at the end ✔️ pretty good for a boy who started out angry and sad at the world with no idea who he was

-lance’s altean marks!!! all i can say is hell yeah!!! (like i dont think he’s altean because i dont think he can shapeshift or is genetically similar at all but the marks on his cheeks (i interpret them) are like a kissmark from allura, a reminder that she did truly love him and almost a symbolic way of her having passed on the torch to him. ✔️ (they’re like lance’s moon!!! ya know like how in ATLA how sokka found love and then lost it but was reassured that yue was up there, looking down on him)

-did kova die in the ritual?? is that what happened when honerva set him down in the circle??? she drained the quintessence from an immortal being❔

-that little dialogue exchange from honervas memories of lotor like how zarkon replied to lotor saying “you may be the prince but i am your emperor” and immediately afterwards when lotor said he wanted kova and haggar almost said no and he replied “you may be the high pristess but i am the prince” pretty much mirroring his father and delivering the chilling hint that despite how much lotor may have tried to reject it, small parts of zarkon did make their way into him ✔️

-SHIROS!!!FUCKING!!!ARM!!!WRESTLING!!!COMPETITION!!!✔️✔️✔️✔️ like you can tell being called old got to him, and am totally in the belief that no matter how good he may be at hiding it he’s just as short tempered and fiery as keith was ( i even think that maybe he saw a younger version of himself in keith when he first met him which may be why he was so determined to help him- especially since much of shiro’s own childhood is never adressed. can someone say orphan!shiro?)

-farmer lance ✔️✔️✔️ like keith’s dad was a predicted to be farmer/firefighter- hes confirmed firefighter but i like to think that maybe he grew tomatoes part time or smthn. and keith a city slicker he doesnt know jack about farming. excellent matierial if you ask me, yall pickin up what im puttin down?

-takashi shirogane got married and we dont even get a name??? scam ❌

-shiros kiss ✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️

-uhhhn the fuckin uhhh slight homicidal tendencies that allura developed after accepting that parasite thingy . like everyone was glancing at each other, clearly aware that she wasn’t acting like herself but no one actually steps in? says enough is enough.?❌

-Merla name drop??? ya know what i can appreciate the little things ✔️

-go!lion throwback with gremlin pidge✔️✔️

-shiros goodbye. “you never have to thank me for anything”. like the sincerity, the implied level of thanks that HE feels towards alllura. binch..i shed a tear i wont lie…✔️

-lance found love✔️✔️✔️ me being a klance/shance lover or not i love my boy lance first and foremost and He.Found.Love. the one thing he’s wanted more than anything else and i for one love that he found his happy ending no matter how short lived it may have been

-lance signing like 1000 blue lions dolls just to get ONE for his boo? hero✔️

-end credit where the lions are flying towards an outline of allura made of stars✔️ while even though she’s gone, shes now part of the galaxy she fought to protect✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️

-voltron ends just as it started, with lance mcclain center stage ✔️✔️

- the scene where baby!lotor is running towards honerva to hug her and then just stops. dead. in. his. tracks. purposeful or not i think it really gives credit towards his natural instincts to sense danger.✔️

-despite lotor having killed hundreds of alteans, and the additional reaffirmation that he above all was desperate to preserve life no matter the cost, that he had a sense of right and wrong that became skewed. that he lost himself. found himself, and lost himself again. makes him a character really suited for deep pensive analysis. like before we even KNEW or met lotor i was writing him as a paris hiltonish party kid who was really just looking for a good time but now i feel like when writing him from here out and maybe for others we can actually give him his due as a complex character who under a different set of circumstances couldve been someone else. someone better? maybe ✔️❌❔

*SEASON 8 SPOILERS END*

well thats all i can think of off the top of my head. is there more pros and more cons? probably but that’s really more up to everyone else’s personal interpretation.

is voltron perfect? definitly not, there’s a lot that coulve been improved upon, somethings that coulve gotten more in depth work. they had a lot of interesting pieces that if executed better, with longer episodes or possibly even more seasons, or maybe decided on a method of storytelling and stuck with it, i feel like it couldve been something great.

but i liked it.

and if if you’re with the opinion that the ending sucked and you hate everything about it well, you can always just drench yourself in fanworks like you’d drench turkey in gravy to make it a little more palatable.

because YOU my good bitch are valid as well!!!

so really theres something for everyone!!!! (also please dont kill me for my lack of fics, my chem final was yesterday (only thing i can remember from it is the thought that i should’ve chosen A. sparkling water rather than C. gold metal for question 19—buuuuut that means im free for break!!! and guess who’s gunna get flooded with all my half finished fics!!! das right allayous

#anonymous #asks #answered asks #voltron #voltron season 8 #voltron season 8 spoilers

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thinkingheron · 6 years

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Writing Roundup -- 2018 April

Because I managed to produce a surprising amount of trash-- I mean, fics this year, I’m compiling a master list in an attempt to feel like a professional to keep track of stuff. Also this is approximately the sixth month since I became really active on Tumblr, so this feels like a good time for a roundup, which was the original purpose for this blog. Another also, I don’t know when I’ll have another time for this sort of reflection post and figured better do it now than too late.

My fic tag in tumblr is #heron writes(previously #fics by me), but I always end up tweaking around while I upload so the ones here could be less polished compared to the versions on FFNet or AO3.

Star Wars Fanfics

1. Divided We Fall (AO3/FFN)

Deals with the Deception arc aftermath focusing on our two emotionally stunted Jedi Knights. Kinda sad but its my personal favorite so far. This I’m cheating here because it was actually written and eventually posted on the very end of December last year.

2. Stuck With Me (AO3/FFN)

Snips and Skyguy fluff inspired by a fanart with mentions of Jedi Crash episode.

3. Jedifest Alien April Exchange -- Your Princess is in Another Castle (AO3/FFN)

OT era fic featuring overqualified babysitter trashcan R2-D2. This being a gift exchange gave me extra reason to not procrastinate for once so that was good.

4. Writing Wednesday -- To Save What We Love (AO3/FFN)

Anakin introspection set yet again in Deception arc. (I’m obsessed alright. I have another fic idea dealing with this arc. It’s becoming a problem.)

5. Writing Wednesday 2 -- Learning Curve (AO3/FFN)

Ahsoka vs Ventress round 2 in the early years of Clone Wars. Attempted parallels. I’m going to need a lot more practice writing duels.

Tumblr Prompt Drabbles (< 300 words)

These are only on Tumblr because they’re too short with zero editing. May or may not get reused in an actual fic later

#1 It wasn’t your fault (canon compliant, humor and... black humor)

#30 I was scared and I ran (AU, bit angsty)

Current Work in Progress (by order of priority)

So. Many.

1. Slice of Life style Oneshot

A humorous oneshot involving Obi-Wan, Anakin and a bunch of mouse droids that I’ve been working on that I hope will be done by next month? About half is written but I want to make this over 3k word so it might take longer depending on how much workload life decides to throw on me.

2. Obi-Wan on Tatooine time travel fic

Coming from this idea that I had while on a bus. (which got a lot more notes than I expected what’s going on) Thinking of making this a multi chapter fic, actually. Nothing too long, just around maybe 5 chapters..? Will start on the outline next week, but no idea on how fast the writing will go. (the question is how much of my procrastinating power will go here, really) I might post the outline if anyone’s interested.

3. RotS What if Ahsoka was still around AU

Another short multi-chapter fic that I’ve been dabbling on for forever. I do have some snippets lying around and the general outline is done, but... well, RotS is just full of FEELS which I’m not very good at. So the tentative goal right now is within this year. The delay isn’t so much that I’m not inspired, just that I want to get this one right. So that means re-watching the movies and all relevant TCW episodes as well as reading the RotS novelization. (Which is going to be fun, I’m sure.)

4. Tumblr Prompt Drabbles (full prompt list) will continue whenever I feel like it or if there’s a request. There’s about 6 prompts lined up with vague ideas floating around at the moment but nothing’s coming out. Prompt #30 might get a follow up and possibly lead to a yet another AU idea though.

#writing roundup #heron rambles #sw fanfic #I'm breaking a lot of my initial rules on fanfics after coming to star wars #what a hypocrite #also planning and doing are two very different things #the puropose of this post is to make plans and promise to myself #but seriously #who follows plans #not me #INTP planning is making a to do list and then doing everything that's not on the to do list #look at me procrastinating

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Do people (strangers in your stories you write) know that Jackie and Marvin are dating? Or do they still go after and try to attack the magician? Sorry this just has been stuck in my head all day

I made myself sad. The citizens think Marvin is a bad guy still, don't they? They still think of him as a villain. But if something was to happen to him, they'd probably be happy or cheerful about it. Because they just see him as a monster and a villain, and nobody mourns for the loss of a monster

I assume these both came from the same person, really sorry if I’m wrong

First of all I just wanna say that I’m flattered and honoured as all heck that you were thinking about my dumb stories and got it stuck in your head and made yourself sad about it. Well, I’m sorry about the sad part, but...damn this means a lot, yknow.

Anyway, around the time of “The Fear of Losing” (in which they have been dating for about a month and it’s already been quite a while since they’d started working together), people still very much think Marvin is an evil guy. Because it’s much easier having a common enemy and seeing everything as black and white than admitting that you can be wrong, people can change and maybe the villain isn’t the villain anymore (or was never the villain to begin with). It’s even harder when you don’t get shown that many details, the media is probably as shit as it is anywhere else, and people make up their own versions of what really happened. Additionally, not everyone is the most friendly towards magic users and magic in general either.

Jackie hates being the centre of attention for longer than necessary, so he doesn’t sit around and hang out with people much when he’s doing his hero stuff. Marvin does that even less, because even after helping them, people are still likely to turn on him, and so it’s a vicious cycle. Besides, Marvin and Jackie don’t exactly go around making out on rooftops, they’re only really physically affectionate behind closed doors or when they’re alone (with exceptions, like yknow, those “I almost lost you” moments), so people don’t get much chance of seeing them doing couple-y things.

So it’s a long while before the majority realises and accepts that Marvin isn’t evil, that him and Jackie are a team and that they’re together. And until then yes, they definitely try to hurt Marvin.

There are times when Marvin only remains a hero because of Jackie. It kinda defeats the purpose and he knows, bc sometimes he’s not doing this for the people anymore. But what else is he to do when people always yell at him and try to hurt him (and do manage to a lot, too) even when he’s just trying to help? A couple times he almost gives up on this hero thing altogether, because it’s just like his life before he became a proper villain (I’ll properly talk about that another time or finally in a fic like I should, tho you’re free to ask about it bc who knows when the fuck i’ll get my ass around to writing said fic) and hell no he’s not going back to that. Jackie tries to help and protect and comfort him as much as he can, but there are still times Marvin comes him scared and hurt and crying, and Jackie loses count of how many panic attacks he has to help him through.

So yeah, for a long while if anything bad were to happen to Marvin, most people would celebrate and call him a good riddance. (This in turn gave me ideas for some quality angst, oops)

#marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #ask #second chance au #headcanons #i guess? it's canon for the au/storyline #marvelsepticeye #Anonymous

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losvers-clubb · 7 years

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Flower Petals

This is a fan fiction of Belch Huggins that one asked for inspired by some outfits I wore this week lmaoooooo

Legit I love Belch and the Bowers Gang™ so I’m going to write a short kinda fanfic story because I feel like it so enjoy this shit also it’s POV of the character (Let’s name her Nicolette because I feel like it)

The cool air blew through the trees as the end of summer hit the town of Derry. The nights slowly became longer and the thoughts of bathing in the quarry faded in every childs mind.

Nicolette has just moved halfway through the summer, from the west coast to the east coast for her dads work. She was stuck school-jumping and adapting to the new scenarios of nearly every year.

“I feel this one will be different”

She remembered her dad saying before the move, back in the sunny state of California. She had begged to stay, she was two years away from 18 and she swore she would go back.

Here in Maine, at 17, she glared at the small town from her new bedroom window. A few teens laughed and shoved at eachother teasingly, so loudly you could hear through the window. An rough bunch of kids, but nonetheless a group of friends. Something she never had the privilege to have due to the dogmatic lifestyle her family had aquired.

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Nicolette’s closet was a mess, she had outfits that ranged from the lightest of pastels to the grungeist dark materials, and she loved it all, but specifically didn’t know how to approach the school of Derry. Surely, she had seen different things on the streets glared at every single person that walked by due to bitterness of leaving the warm beaches of cali

Surely she had an idea of what to do, but still she sat in defeat. Nicolette gently twirled a few strands of hair before settling on pastels. A yellow pastel shirt matched with a pair of dark blue jeans. In her hair she clipped a yellow flower to match with the shirt and on her eyelids she added pale yellow shadow and a slight bit of eyeliner to pull things together.

You look like you’re still in California dear, you’ll stick out like a sore thumb

Mom, maybe these kids need some California in their life. They look like their fashion forgot a few decades

Pulling her bag onto her shoulder, she hoped out of her mother’s short car and avoided making an eye contact with kids around her. She would ocassionally poke her tongue out slightly to taste the tinted lip gloss out of nervousness, but hoped not to take away the shine.

“You must be Nicolette!! I have a few things for you” the lady behind the counter seemed overly cheery, as if she had never met anyone outside of town before. She continued to hand things to Nicolette, planners, locker numbers/codes, schedules, and other misalaneous things she barely bothered to read over. Her eyes drifted around the office slightly until a hand landed on her shoulder.

“Do you need any help with finding the lockers or classes??” The lady, now standing, was beaming down at her.

Damn the 5’3 life

She thought

Everyone is fucking massive

A quick shake to the head and a small smile reassured her and she wandered out into the empty halls. The bell had rang while the office lady blabbered about the school and she was left to somehow find her way to her first period which be basically missed half of

“You lost?” A red headed girl approached, short haired and pale freckled with a soft smile.

“Yeah” Nicolette laughed slightly, “I guess I surely look like it don’t I?” She flashed a smile back.

“My names Beverly, I’ll help you to your class” She had walked her there, complimented her look, and bid goodbye before she entered her class. Literature.

“-and you are?” The teacher turned the moment the door creeped open and all 30 something pairs of eyes turned their full attention to her.

Shit.

“I’m late and confused” she said, hoping to get a bit of the attention on the joke instead of the increase of reddening on her cheeks. She quickly showed him the schedule and he nodded.

“Miss, you have missed quite a bit. Mr Huggins, would you be so kind in updating Nicolette on the subject?” She watched as a tall kids head snap up, a scowl on his face almost hissed at the teacher to fuck off but all he did was give him a light nod and a roll to the eyes.

Nothing but fun for me, she thought while making her way down the aisle towards the moody teen.

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The only reason why the teacher picked me was because he knows my ass doesn’t want to do this shit

Belch thought, trying to avoid eye contact with the soft but different looking girl coming his direction. Her eye color was really dark, giving her a sort of innocence to her already all over light looking appearance. Not in the lame sort of nerd way, but she looked cool. Her movements had a rhythm, and despite his rudeness and the embarrassment, she kept the corners of her mouth tugged up in a small grin, a small dimple appearing in her left cheek.

Wow

He thought, suddenly finding it hard to look away.

“Hi” She timidly started. Half facing her body towards him as she sat in her stool. He tried his best to look disinterested. “I’m like, really fucking obsessed with your tee right now” she said half nervously, but it caught his attention almost instantly.

“You’re into the Grateful Dead?” He suddenly mimicked her position, turning more towards her.

How? She looks like she could be into madonna or some shit.

“God, I obsess over them. Back when I lived in Cali, I would travel up the coast to try and follow them, got as far as two shows before I ran out of money” she grinned wider, deepening the indent in her cheek, thinking of the fond memory.

He knew he had to keep his very serious angry reputation, but he couldn’t help but smile back at her, this very soft non intimidating person that had sat herself comfortably next to him. Not once did they bring up English, and he felt off glances from his around him, but Belch felt the urge to keep his attention to her. She was off, no one ever looked like Nicolette, the giddyness of her voice was contagious. He learned her name was Nicolette Willow, and she had lived in several locations of California, but also some in Arizona, Washington, New York (not the city itself, but some “shitty off brand version of New York City outside of the real thing” type of city which she described).

She tugged at her hair often, twirling it between her fingers. It was soft brown, but he quickly noticed a faded streak of pink hidden under the top layer. That’s cool.

The bell rang what felt like few minutes after they began to conversate and everyone quickly ran out, but he watched carefully as she reached towards her bag, and slung it over her shoulder.

“Well, Belch, would you mind walking me to my next class?” She said hopefully, you could hear it in her voice, and he was motivated to say yes, but seriously, if people saw him walk around with someone like that, if Henry, he thought, or Patrick, saw him walking around with someone like her, they would think he’s gone too soft?

“I would honestly love to” He began, rising from his stool, “but I had this uh, my coach wanted me to run over early to practice some athletics” he quickly covered up, finding the cracks between the floor tiles incredibly interesting.

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“That’s fine, I’ll probably find it myself. See you around Belch, yeah?” Her cheeks felt like they were burning, could anyone notice under her powdered foundation?? Could he? She quickly skipped over to the door, trying to avoid awkward silences.

“Wait, uh, Nicolette?” He called over her shoulder, trudging behind. The now empty classroom echos as his large boots hit the floors. She felt overly excited yet nervous now under his towering gaze, he seemed confident and she tried her best to do the same. Straightening her back, flashing her grin. “Me and a few friends are hanging out after school, would you, like to join?” He offered her a smile, and she couldn’t help but laugh, delighted.

“Seriously? That would be so rad yeah I’d love to” Her heart skipped a beat when he winked, his hand lightly grazer her waist as he walked around her.

Jesus that was really attractive

At lunch she didn’t know where to sit, but she knew damn well never to get food on the first day at a school. It sucks standing in the cafeteria with a full tray and no where to sit. She ended up settling outside by a tree, observing kids and their group of friends.

I would fucking kill to be back in my own small group of friends.

“Nicolette was it?” The red head from before, Beverly, approached, snapping her out of her daze.

“Uh, yeah, Beverly?” She plopped herself next to her and brought her knees up to her face.

“Yeah, that’s me. So you new here?” Nicolette only nodded, glancing over at the pale freckled girl next to her.

“Fresh from LA, I’ve never imagined myself to go from such a place to a small town in the middle of no where” she said with a slight frown, quickly realizing she had said after. “Not saying Derry is such a terrible place, I’m sure it’s a wond-“

“No don’t worry about it, it does fucking suck here. There’s the asshole kids and then the really asshole kids, and everyone knows everyone’s secrets.” Bev said, pulling out a lighter from her pocket and a pack of cigs, offering one to the girl beside her. She quietly thanked her and pulled one out.

“What about that guy?” She pointed towards Belch, the mean scowl back on his face as he walked around with another tall dark haired guy.

“Part of the shittiest assholes in this town” laughed Beverly, catching Nicolette in surprise.

“Really? But he’s so sweet” she said quietly, momentarily pulling away her cig to blow out smoke. Bev turned to her giving a grossed out facing, laughing a little. “He is! And I don’t know kinda cute”

“What kind of drugs are you taking? He’s part of Bowers gang, they’re basically the biggest bullies of the school” The conversation didn’t last, but she dropped the subject and finished her smoke before a few of her own friends called her over, and Nicolette was left to ponder as she studied the now 4 boys sitting on the opposite side of the courtyard. Dark edgy clothing, they had a very “fuck off” vibe with everyone that came remotely close.

The day had gone by remotely quick, maybe it was the dazed off mood she was feeling, but before she knew it she was in her last period, Belch and a friend friend of his sat a few seats behind. Their not so quiet bickering traveled to her ear, making it incredibly hard to concentrate. A particular joke towards the end of class made a giggle escape, catching Belch and Henry’s attention.

“Hey, sunshine” she heard from behind, assuming from the friend. Her head turned to fully look at their faces, both with amused smirks. “Do you like what you’re hearing? Can I assist you in any other pleasurable ways?” he proudly said, earning an eye roll from Belch.

“Hey honey” she said, now fully turning her body, “I doubt you’ll know how to actually please me, or any other woman in that matter” Shrugged, earning a laugh from Belch. It was her turn to wink at both of them, the she turned back to face the front of the class again. When the bell finally rang she went to run out but her elbow was caught in Belch Huggins grasp, catching her after class for the second time that day.

“Would you like a ride home?” He asked, catching her completely off guard.

“Actually my mom was picking me up, but maybe later you could possibly pick me up?” She said a bit suggestedly.

Does this seem like I’m flirting? I’m so fucking bad at flirting. Does he notice? HAS HE NOTICED? Why is his friend being such a dumb fuck?

She glanced over to Henry, drawing a penis on the chalk board, then being swatted away from the teacher.

“Yeah, i could do that” He smiled, and she swore it was the cutest smile she had seen as he handed her a pen and paper allowing her to write her name and address. With a last goodbye she ran out the doors and into her mothers car, beaming.

“How was school today?” Her mother asked, but she sat with a huge grin silently staring at her hands.

This is the best first fucking day I’ve ever had.

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uuhhhhhhhh this was really long and I kinda decided to split it up into maybe two parts???? If you want??? A second part???? Let me know idk.

#belch huggins #henry bowers #the bowers gang

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universetwo · 7 years

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My Experience at #BeautifulinNY + Tips

So let me start with the fact that this was my very first time to go on a k-pop concert and I was so nervous, hard to explain why. I tried to read people’s experiences from previous concerts, but that didn’t calm my nervousness.

{long post ahead}

Unfortunately, I do not own a lightstick, so that made me a little bit sad. I could have pre-ordered it (to pick it up at the venue) or buy it there because they set up a table for merch. But I found it kinda expensive for $55 so for this time I gave up on it. One thing to note, it’s better if you order it before the concert (which I wanted to but was sold out on their site) because everything is more expensive at the venue. Like I legit bought a pack of stickers for $25 which was a lot, I know, but that was the only thing left by the end of the concert and I didn’t want to walk out without an official merch. (the fangirl was strong in me post concert)

Anyway, back to the beginning.

I left work at 1 pm and when I got home I got ready and waited for my mom to come home from work. I started to panic about not getting there on time so I decided to watch Monsta X Ray’s new ep while eating ramen, only for Wonho lol While I was watching them on my screen, it was still hard to process in my mind that I will see these guys in a few hours perform right in front of my own naked eyes.

I saw on Twitter that people were already lining up by the venue and I was seriously freaking out. Although my ticket was for P3-P5 (somewhere in the back lol) and I knew I have an exact seat and everything, I was still worried that I’m going to miss something.

So it was almost 6 pm when we left the house and got on the D train (which I hate because it always fucks me up). We got off by Bryant Park/42nd st around 6:45-ish and went to Playstation Theatre at Times Square. There were so many people so I didn’t see at first where the line was for the venue. But then by the entrance, I saw some people standing there but the security came and put us in the right direction for the line. Good thing to know, Playstation Theatre is located on 44th st and 7th ave and the security told us to go to 45th street and 8th ave. So we followed the line and looked for the end. BUT WHERE WAS THE END??? like legit almost at the other side of the whole block, like I don’t even know how to explain it but it was damn long. And people were still lining up after us so it became even longer.

We had to wait for one and a half hour to get into the venue and by then it was way past 8 pm, which was supposedly the starting time of the show. I had no idea why it was delayed, why the line went so slowly, and I don’t think anyone around me knew it. But later on twitter, I read fans saying that a fan got injured in the line and that’s why. Which is actually a nice thing that they took care of the fan and didn’t ignore the injury. I didn’t mind standing in line for long because at least I got the chance to buy a fanmade cute Kihyun cut out that I could hang on my neck. I would have bought Jooheon’s too but it was all gone TT but I love that thingy so much like I hung it up on my neck even for breakfast the next day. And I also got a banner for free, which was handed out to everyone and it said “I’ll protect you, so you can bloom more beautifully” in English and in Korean (Beautiful lyrics) and I loved how the directions were on the back, like when do we need to hold it up and in English, Spanish, French, and Korean. We held up ours at 5:14 (Last Page), the very last song.

So fast forward to when we finally got into the venue, it wasn’t actually long after that they came out and boy the screams were so loud but of course I joined in. (I had no voice by the end and even now while writing this my throat still hurts). The setlist was pretty much the same as in Chicago so I won’t be going over that.

After Hero ended they greeted us and they had an “official” translator who was pretty quick with translating hopefully everything that they said. I have to just say I can’t get enough of Changkyun’s English, I really love it lol

They interacted a lot with the crowd like they were always like ‘are you having fun’, ‘did you like what we just did?’ and I think those were really good for hyping up the crowd. They also did like small comedy bits like who is the most romantic and they showed, sang something to prove their romantic sides. They also sang snippets from songs that have New York in it like Kihyun sang a bit from Empire State of Mind. Hyunwoo from English Man in New York. Also Wonho mentioned that Hyunwoo is a romantic person because he buys his friends in Korea all different types of presents. I got to experience Jooheon’s and Kihyun’s beatboxing lol Jooheon also sang from GD’s Untitled.

They talked SO much about Hyungwon and I really loved that. At the beginning and at the end they mentioned him too, and Wonho after they did their special stages and how he hoped he could fill in for Hyungwon. It made me feel really warm especially as I saw how many times they left a special space out for Hyungwon and sometimes acted as if he was there too.

The performances were SO L I T, they were dancing so well and so powerfully and the energy was no joke. But then they were also able to slow it down and make the crowd melt with songs like Ex Girl, Honestly, I’ll Be There, and Sweetheart. I like how one time Changkyun was like we gonna slow down to mid tempo and they literally sang their slowest song, Broken Heart. And then Kihyun’s iconic mom moment to Changkyun with ‘There is something on your face’ and started to get something off from his face. And Kihyun wiped the sweat off from Wonho (K I H O) They also mentioned like twice for the pit to take a few steps back for safety. That’s how Hyunwoo’s ‘please safety’ was born. (did I mention how much I started to love Hyunwoo after the show? Like literally he was one of the highlights of the concert.)

I also loved their outfits, especially when they went for this mint theme. And then for the rocker versions of songs, like there is nothing better than rocker!kihyun and his leather jacket.

Their special stages were no joke. When Hyunwoo, Minhyuk, and Changkyun performed 24k Magic, the whole crowd was excited because it’s everyone’s fave song don’t lie. Wonho performing From 0 with their dancer was great, but I missed Hyungwon. Especially that ionic movement in the dance was weird with the dancer and not with Hyungwon lol but it was still great and Wonho put his heart into fully.

But my favorite was definitely Mirror by Jooheon and Kihyun. When Jooheon was having sort of his highest point in the rap parts, I legit got goosebumps. He is such an amazing rapper, I was truly speechless. But then Kihyun’s powerful voice added even more to it, and that performance really left me amazed. I knew I have the right biases. THESE TWO LOVES OF MY LIFE DESTROYED ME.

They also had some problem with moving the chair like lol one problem was that they were sitting on it (during the slower songs) so no surprise but I think it also got stuck in something. Which reminds me of… WHY STUCK WASN'T ON THE SETLIST? It’s like legit one of my biggest faves from them, but they performed Blind and it was sexy and I was close to passing out.

Their vcrs were cute and creative. First they had one before the unit performances where they talked about what they prepared. I couldn’t see the screen well but there were English subtitles and I could kind of read it, so that was helpful. They were being dorky and I love nothing more than that haha. The other one was a bit more emotional because they were showing a mature side of them and a whole story. I don’t remember exactly how it all went down, I definitely have to watch it again. But it was emotional, that’s for sure, and it showed how important it is for them to be together and stick with each other.

Also Wonho the dear clumsy one accidentally spilled his candies from the basket to the stage and he was throwing them to fans from the floor. Jooheon was also there picking all up probably until the very last one was thrown to a fan, and he even bent down for them while singing his part in Sweetheart. One thing is that his voice was stable lol but even my mom mentioned it that how considerate of him was to not let them go to waste and make sure fans can have them. (side note, after Hyunwoo and Wonho, my mom’s new fave, she even said almost #1, became Jooheon lol we are in the same boat now)

It also took them forever to come back for the encore. I thought they are going to leave us so we had to chant Monsta X two times and we even started to chant Hyungwon :’) but then they finally came back and it was better waiting for longer because it was more precious to see them again. It took them longer because they changed into another outfit. And then they performed Fighter (L I T) and 5:14 (Last Page) (S A D). It took them so long to say goodbye because they shared their thoughts again, we had a picture taken, and then they bowed like four times from four different directions (while dragging each other hand by hand from one side of the stage to the other) Even my mom said that it looked as it was hard for them to say goodbye. Trust me, I didn’t want to say goodbye either. 2 hours was enough and I was exhausted, yet it still feels like it went by so fast.

But I happened to fall in love with them once again. They are so humble, down to earth, but then SO SO SOOO talented and powerful and energetic and funny and know how to hype up the crowd. I’m so happy that they were my first group for my kpop concert experience because I wasn’t disappointed at all. And I love them so much pls give more love and appreciation to Monsta X, they deserve the world.

Here are some concert tips:

it’s okay if you don’t own a lightstick and can’t afford to buy merch, you are still a true fan ^^

don’t worry if you can’t get to the venue early, if you are not in the pit then it doesn’t matter when you enter the venue, just try to be there at least around the time when the doors open and have time for yourself to use the bathroom, eat, and look through the merch they have

BUT if you are in a big city and you rely on public transportation then it’s good to get out of your house early because you never know when they will get into a problem, same with cars and traffic

if you have time, prepare with the fan chants because it always makes it better for the crowd and for the idols

try to know more info about fan projects and freebies or even fan made merch for a couple of dollars — it’s always good to be up to date and to support fellow fans, I told my mom I would rather buy from a fan a few handmade cutesy stuff while supporting that fan than buying a bunch of expensive merch at the venue, I mean it’s everyone’s different opinion but I always have the chance to support the boys, but not always have the chance to support fans

wear something comfortable on foot and prepare for standing up for the whole concert even if you have a seat (i was standing the whole time too)

bring a smaller bag, preferably not a big backpack, a small one is fine

prepare to be either very cold or very hot: like when I went to see 5SOS I was feeling cold in MSG but in Playstation Theatre there was legit no AC (idk how the boys could handle it TT) and I was burning up

if you have a shitty android like me and not an iPhone with a great camera, that’s okay if you record at least their voices are still good on the recording especially if you catch the ment part, otherwise songs with heavy bass and techno sound won’t be that good

a lot of people say this but it’s true: try to enjoy the concert and not record the whole thing — it won’t be that good anyway on your phone as if you see it with your own eyes, that’s why I decided for some of my fave songs to record maybe like 30 seconds or something and then I put my phone away and for the ment I really wanted to record their talk but even then I was just holding my phone but not really focusing on the stage through it

try to socialize (this is a big tip for myself too), concerts are great to befriend people with the same interest and likes as you, I did talk to some people but it’s not like I befriended them because I’m a social flopp and my mom was there with me too so I was just talking to her

if you have no idea about kpop concerts, like me, then know that hi-touch is after the show (at least that’s how it was) and the security makes everyone leave who doesn’t have a wrist band for the event, but they still let you take a few pics of the venue and of the stage, just hurry up because if it takes more time for them to push people out then the hi-touch is delayed and it’s bad for the fans and for the boys too

Specifically for Playstation Theatre:

The venue is small so be ready to feel a little crowded

but the good thing is that even if the stage is far (if you have a seat like in P5) it’s not as far as in a stadium

if you are in P5, don’t expect to see the screen, Playstation Theatre has a couple of small TVs hung up above people and they are just in the way to see the screen

I was legit so mad I wanted to tear all of them out from the ceiling like you think they might show them on those small TVs too but NOPE I guess they never thought about advanced technology and multi screening

There is a place for you to give your coats in

the restroom is pretty lol it kind of reminded me of Harry Potter because all the sinks are placed in the middle of the room and I felt like we can get down to the Chamber of Secrets in New York, besides they also blasted Shine Forever (when they give you nice background music for peeing lmao)

So that’s it from my part, I hope I could cover everything important but even if I was there I couldn’t process everything because it was so fast and I was so happy and living in the moment. I’m definitely going to watch back some videos and be nostalgic about it lol I’m also waiting for the HQ version of THIS pic which was taken there by wonderful fansite-nim, I thank you with my life

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to message me or send me an ask ^^

btw, at the beginning of the concert while we were lining up on the street, a random old lady asked us if it’s worth lining up for this long for the concert and hell yeah it was so I think that once in your life you deserve to see your faves and to not care about how much it costs. It was great for not thinking about life’s problems for two hours and just to enjoy the moment. So please be kind to yourselves.

#monsta x in new york #beautiful in new york #monsta x #monsta x world tour #my writings #review

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such-a-common-girl · 7 years

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“The One” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 3,393

Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: Carl’s POV of “Home” (read HERE), except in this version, the reader dies instead of Carl at the lineup.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, implied smut, death

Thanks, @justthoseimagines , for the request!

Flashbacks are in italics.

It was Y/N’s hair that attracted Carl first. It was so long and so beautiful, he couldn’t stop staring at it when he saw her. None of the other girls he had met had hair that pretty.

Carl had met her a long time ago, but the memory of when they first saw each other stays stuck in his head. He had finally just recovered from the surgery that Hershel performed on him, and was able to get up and walk around. He was so happy he didn’t have to be cooped up in that room all day anymore. He was sitting at the kitchen table drinking some water when Y/N walked in, not paying any attention to him. Not that he knew of. Her hair glistened in the sunlight, and Carl had thought it was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He didn’t tell her that, of course.

“Dad, who’s that?” Carl had asked Rick once he left the kitchen. They were standing in the hallway, just far enough out of earshot where Y/N couldn’t hear them talking.

“It’s Hershel’s daughter, Y/N. She’s around your age.” Rick had told him. “Why do you seem so flustered?”

“Because she’s pretty!”

Rick had to stop himself from laughing at the current state that Carl was in. As far as he knew, this was probably the first time Carl had been around another kid his age, let alone a girl, since the apocalypse broke out.

“Just relax, son. Go introduce yourself. She aint gonna bite.”

Carl walked back into the kitchen, and she jumped, like she just realized he was in there. She stared at him for a good moment, and Carl assumed this was the first time she’d heard of him as well.

“I’m Carl.” He told her, trying to remember what his dad said about her not being scary. She really was quite pretty, Carl thought she was the prettiest girl he’d seen in his life.

“Y/N.”

They became instant friends after that. They both enjoyed having someone else their age to be around and bond with. Carl was slightly awkward at first, not knowing how to interact with a girl, but Y/N proved herself to be different than the girls he used to go to school with. She was actually “cool.”

Y/N was the only person there for Carl when everything bad seemed to happen at the prison. His mom dying, the walkers invading, his dad going insane. He felt like he had no one except her. She was his light in the darkness.

Carl had been in his cell all day.

Beth and Carol were taking care of Judith, and he didn’t feel like doing much else except sleeping. It had been a rough week. He had to watch Maggie cut his little sister out of his mom before she died, which left Carl to shoot her. When Rick heard the bad news, he left. He was gone for a few days, leaving Carl with seemingly nothing and no one.

Carl sighed and closed his eyes as he leaned back against the bed, overwhelmed with emotions. He didn’t want to cry anymore. He just wanted things to go back to normal.

He was staring at the ceiling when Y/N walked in sighing. Carl sat up, looking at her. He didn’t understand why she was so caring towards him.

“What do you want?” He said, his voice coming out drier than he wanted. He hadn’t spoken in a few days, and had been on and off crying. It was hard for him.

“I want absolutely nothing from you.” She had told him quietly, taking a seat next to him. He looked up at her with tears in his eyes. It felt great to hear that. Carl felt like all anyone had been doing lately was asking him for things, asking him to do this or that. Telling him to feel better, that everything was going to be okay. Y/N told him exactly what he wanted to hear, she always did.

Y/N pulled him into a hug, a rather intimate one for people of their age. His head was in her neck, and she rested her chin above his head. They stayed like that for what seemed like hours. People walked past, not daring to make a comment as they saw the two of them cuddling. They both needed comfort in this cold, dark world.

Feelings changed after that. Carl became quickly aware of his growing love for Y/N, and not in the friendship sense. He never said anything to her, but he was falling for her more and more each day. She was his dream girl, the beautiful girl on the earth to him. He would do anything for her.

He didn’t know how Y/N felt back, so he never made a move on her. He didn’t want to risk losing their friendship, especially when he felt like she was the only person he had. He couldn’t risk that. So things remained friendly between them for a while.

Carl became aware that Y/N might have feelings for her as well when the group reunited after the blow up of the prison. When she spotted Carl, she had run up to him and gave him the biggest hug of his life. Bigger than the one that he gave his dad back when he had first shown up after they all thought he was dead. She was crying and kissing his cheek, and everyone saw the love between them in that moment.

The two of them didn’t explore anything with their relationship until they got to Alexandria. At the welcoming party, Carl just couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

Carl looked at himself in the mirror, feeling uncomfortable. He hadn’t looked in a mirror in a long time, let alone actually had on nice clothes.

He knew the people of Alexandria were just trying to be nice, but he still didn’t know how he felt about being there. The people seemed nice enough, and they actually had running water and electricity. God, showers were a nice luxury to have again.

Carl couldn’t stop thinking about seeing Y/N at the party. He wanted to see her beautiful face again- he really didn’t like being away from her. Especially now that they weren’t even staying in the same house.

“Carl, we have to go.” Rick came into his room, rushing him.

“Y/N is going, right?”

“Maggie’s going, so I’d assume Y/N is too, yeah.” Rick smirked. “Why are you askin’?”

“I just wanted to know.” Carl said quickly.

“You don’t gotta hide anything from me, Carl. I know how you feel about her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Carl brushed him off, walking out the door with Rick.

“Uh-huh.”

Carl was in the middle of talking to Ron and some other guy when he saw Y/N standing in the corner by herself, sipping a drink from her glass. She was breathtakingly beautiful, Carl’s jaw dropped.

He’d never seen her look like this before. She was always beautiful, but this was a whole new level he didn’t even know existed.

“Know her?” Ron had asked him, taking notice to Carl staring at Y/N.

“Yeah, actually, hold on.”

Carl walked over to her, linking his arm in hers. She smiled up at him, and he smiled back. He was fucked if she didn’t feel the same way.

“Don’t be a loner,” He teased her. “I met some people here around our age. You should give them a chance.”

“I’m never a loner, Grimes.” She responded, flashing him another smile.

She’d been calling him that since before he could even remember. It used to bother him at first, but now he sort of enjoyed it.

“You look really good.” Carl gulped. He was insanely nervous around her tonight. Maybe it was the new look, maybe it was just being in the new atmosphere- but whatever it was, it was certainly making him act like an idiot.

“You don’t look too bad yourself. We clean up nice.”

He took her back over to where he was before, introducing her to the people he was talking to. He could see Ron eyeing her, but he didn’t say anything. It bothered him, obviously, but Y/N was not his girl. As much as he wanted her to be, she wasn’t, so he couldn’t stop Ron from blatantly eye fucking her.

When Y/N pulled Carl away and took him outside, a weight was lifted off his chest. He was about to go off on Ron, and he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Too many people.” Y/N explained, taking Carl’s hand in his and walking down the street. This was something they did often, holding hands. The two of them always claimed it was just a friendly thing, although Carl certainly didn’t feel that way about it.

“This is nice, I kinda like it here.” She broke the silence after a while. They had been walking for a while, and were seemingly lost- they didn’t know their way around Alexandria yet. “I’m not exactly comfortable with it yet, but for now, I decided I’m going to enjoy it.”

“Y/N, I like you.” Carl blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer. He had been unable to keep his eyes off of her all night, and the whole Ron staring at her too didn’t help with him keeping his feelings in. He wanted her to himself.

“What?” Her face was shocked.

“I like you.” He said more quietly this time, thinking he’d been rejected.

“Well it’s a good thing I like you too, Grimes.”

Y/N looked up at Carl, closing the space between their foreheads. Carl’s heart was racing, this was something he’d waited a long time for. Eventually the space between their lips closed too.

The kiss was awkward and clumsy, but it was something Carl would always remember.

The two of them seemed golden after that. Y/N and Carl were officially together, and he thought there would be no problems between the two of them. Would could possibly go wrong? He was wrong. Jealously started working their way into their relationship quicker than he could blink.

Carl had just finished hanging out with Ron and Enid, and was going over to Y/N’s house to check on her. Normally they would all hang out together, but Y/N had gotten a cold and wasn’t feeling up to it.

He didn’t even bother knocking as he walked into their house. Glenn and Maggie were downstairs eating dinner as he walked in.

“Hey, Carl. Y/N’s upstairs.” Glenn told him. “Just don’t kiss her too much, she’s sick.”

“I won’t.” Carl lied. He didn’t care if he got sick- kissing her was well worth it.

He walked into Y/N’s room, seeing her sitting on her bed writing furiously into her journal.

“What’s wrong?” Carl was taken aback. She only wrote in her journal when she was upset.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask Enid? You seem to care about her so much.” Y/N said blankly. Carl became confused.

“I don’t even talk to Enid.”

“You certainly did tonight. The two of you seemed to be having a great time together, or at least that’s what Ron seemed to think.”

“Ron was there with us. We were all over at his house when he said he had to go do something. He was gone for maybe five minutes, leaving me and Enid alone. We didn’t even talk. I talked to Sam the whole time.”

“Oh.” She quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t like Enid, I promise. I like you and only you.” Carl put his arm around her, bringing her close. He loved her; saying “like” was the understatement of the century. But they hadn’t said it to each other.

“Ron’s a dick.” Y/N rolled her eyes. They sat there in silence for a while, just cuddling and enjoying each other’s company.

“Enid is very pretty, though.” She broke the silence.

“Not nearly as pretty as you.” Carl was telling the truth.

“Oh, shut up.” Y/N giggled, rolling on top of Carl. She brought his lips to his, tangling her hands in his hair as they kissed.

“Wait!” She jumped off of Carl, making him groan. “I’m sick.”

“You suck.” Carl laughed.

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“I am going to kill him.” Carl was pissed. Beyond pissed. He started pacing back and forth through the room.

Y/N had just told Carl about how Ron had come up to her earlier during the day and attempted to make a move on her. At first, he was just telling you how beautiful you were. Telling her how beautiful she was, the most beautiful girl in Alexandria. This itself wouldn’t have been enough to piss of Carl, no. Upset maybe, but pissed? No. He became pissed when Y/N told him about how he said he would be a better boyfriend and then tried to kiss her.

“I already put him in his place, please don’t.” She had begged. Carl knew she wasn’t a big fan of violence unless it was needed, but he deemed this as a time where violence was most definitely needed.

“Too fucking bad. He doesn’t get to touch my girl.”

Carl stomped out of the room, making it his mission to find Ron. Thankfully for him, he happened to be passing by right as Carl stepped out of Y/N’s house.

Carl walked right up to him and punched him in the nose, knocking him to the ground. Ron didn’t even get the chance to process what was happening before Carl hit him again, blood splattering out of Ron’s nose.

He heard Rick yelling at him from a distance, but he didn’t stop punching him until Rick had to psychically pull him off.

“What the fuck is going on?” Rick demanded.

Neither Ron nor Carl said anything, but Rick knew by the look in Carl’s eyes what it was. He had talked to him before about Ron being infatuated with Y/N, so Rick could assume.

“Go home, Ron.” Rick said with an almost disgusted look on his face.

“I-“

“Ron.” Rick said more sternly. Ron listened and walked away, his nose still dripping with blood. Rick nodded at Carl and patted his back before walking away.

Carl walked back into the house, kissing Y/N as soon as her saw her. He picked her up and put him underneath him on the bed, kissing her on her neck as he began to unhook her bra.

“You are mine.” He growled, enjoying seeing her squirm and moan underneath him,

“I’m yours, Carl. Only yours.”

Things picked up after that. They never had another problem with jealously again. Ron was no longer a problem to their relationship, and they were genuinely happy. They were both undoubtedly in love, there was no questions about it. Besides the sneaking around to have sex, the group loved the two of them together. No one protested like they thought people would, not even his dad. His dad was quite protective over him, since he was his only son. But Rick approved of Y/N- he loved her like his own daughter.

“Son, we gotta have a talk.” Rick came up to Carl one day while he was watching Judith.

“About what?”

“Let’s sit.” He took a seat at the kitchen table, patting the seat next to him.

“Uh, okay.” Carl knew what was coming, and he didn’t want to have this conversation.

“I know you love Y/N, and I do, too, but… I don’t really love that the two of you are having very loud sex while I’m here.” Rick was uncomfortable having to tell his son this.

Carl’s mouth got dry. He had no idea that his dad had been home any of the times that they’d been doing anything.

“I, uh. We didn’t think you were home.” Carl was blushing.

“I’ve come home quite a few times and heard things that I really wish I hadn’t.”

“God, this is so embarrassing, can we stop this talk now?”

“Just… Be quieter, please. And for god’s sake, if you’re going to be sneaking out of my house to have sex, don’t do it where you can get caught. I got a mouthful from Daryl the other day about how he heard rustling sounds and thought it was walkers until, nope, it was just my son and Y/N.”

“Okay, got it, thanks.” Carl wanted to die of embarrassment.

“One last thing, and then I’m done.”

“Please, just get it over with, Dad.”

“Do you still got enough condoms for the next time it happens? Cause with the rate you’re obviously going through those things-”

“Dad, please leave me alone.”

Besides the relentless teasing that the two of them experienced after that, they happy as they could possibly be. They would be with each other at every given moment of the day, except for at nights when they were forced to go home. But most of the time they’d just sneak out to see each other, anyways.

When Alexandria came under attack, Carl was the one who kept her calm and collected as they walked through the walkers. She was obviously scared, so he kept squeezing her hand in reassurance the entire time. But then the plan went to shit when Sam started freaking out. Sam got bit, which made Jessie get bit. Which lead to Carl getting shot in the eye. Y/N freaked out and started crying, and then Carl passed out.

For a while after that, Carl refused to talk to her. He was terrified that her opinion of him would change and that she wouldn’t want anything to do with him ever again.

Carl was sitting in his room, looking out the window as he tried to adjust to only having one eye. Everything was fucked up. His perception was all messed up and it hurt like hell.

Y/N had been trying to see him ever since it happened, but he would never let her. He’d tell Rick to not let her in the house, or just refuse to look at her if she came near him. He wanted to shut her out and protect his feelings before she could ruin him and break his heart.

He heard her come into his room. He could recognize her footsteps.

“Don’t come in here.” He warned, hurt filling his heart.

“Carl, you can’t avoid me forever.” She seemed to be hurting, too.

“I’m ugly. You’re not going to want me anymore. I’m hideous.”

She ignored him and walked closer anyways. He felt her touch his shoulder, which made him go stiff but he didn’t push her away.

“Let me see.” She whispered. Carl took a deep breath and turned around, facing her. He couldn’t read her face, it was full of neutrality. But she was silent, she didn’t say one word.

“Get out of here.” Carl managed to get out once he realized that she wasn’t going to say anything. He harshly turned away from her to hide the tears forming in his eye.

“Carl,” she turned him back around. “You’re the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life, regardless if you are missing an eye or not. I still want you. You are not, and never will be, ugly.”

She never failed to say the right thing.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

She pulled him into a kiss, being gentle so she wouldn’t hurt him.

“I love you.” She said into the kiss. Carl pulled away, and couldn’t hide the smile that hit his face.

“I love you, too.”

The walls of Alexandria were rebuilt, Carl’s eye socket healed (Y/N thought he looked the governor, but she would never tell him that- he was already insecure), and the group was doing well after everything that had happened.

Carl was coming to terms with the fact that he lost his eye, but it was still hard for him. He acted like he didn’t care, like he was this big, strong man, but Y/N knew better. He was insecure. But things were getting better.

That was until you met Negan.

Carl can remember that night like it was yesterday, all the events of what happened. They’re fresh in his memory, leaving him with nightmares every night of what happened. It was the worst night of his life.

The trip to Hilltop became scarier than anybody had expected.

They were all forced to sit on their knees in a line as they met the leader of the Saviors.

Carl was scared, although he wouldn’t admit it or let it show in his face. He kept glancing down over to Y/N, waiting in anticipation for the man to show up. He knew something bad was going to happen. Rick had killed a bunch of his men, and now he has their entire group in his lineup- it wouldn’t end nicely.

The era of power surrounding him was like none you had ever experienced before. He was immediately directed towards Rick.

The way he spoke to him, it was so condescending and power filled. It terrified Carl.

Then he started taunting everyone as he chose who he was going to kill. He turned a child’s game song into something entirely different, very sadistic. Every time the bat landed on Y/N, Carl’s heart was about ripped out of his chest. He didn’t care if he was killed- it only mattered that Y/N didn’t die.

It landed on Abraham.

Nobody dared to say anything. Especially not Y/N, once she heard Negan’s threat to cut out Carl’s other eye. She cried, the tears blinding her vision, but Carl was just happy that it didn’t land on her. He wouldn’t be able to live if Negan killed her. She was the love of his life.

Carl thought it was over. Negan said one person.

But then he dragged her out. Carl’s heart stopped.

Negan was talking, and for a split second he thought she was going to be ok. But then he brought the bat down and it landed right in the center of her skull. He kept hitting her over and over again until what was once her head was just a pile of blood and mush.

Carl couldn’t stop himself from crying and screaming, but he didn’t dare get up. He didn’t want another person to die.

He felt like part of him had just died. Watching Negan bashing in her skull, it was the worst sight in the world. Even if he closed his eye, he could still hear it. There was no escaping it.

“It’s a real fucking pity that she had to be the one to go, she looked fuckable as all hell. What was she, barely legal? And she looked like that? Hot damn.” Negan laughed, obviously taking joy in this. “Well I guess it don’t matter now, does it?”

That night burned in Carl’s memory.

Carl sighed as he reminisced about her, remembering their relationship throughout the years.

“You alright?” Rick asked him. Rick knew he was obviously not okay, but he was worried about him. Carl barely spoke to anyone anymore.

“Dad, you have to do something.” Carl begged. “You have to kill Negan.”

“I will.” Rick promised, although he was unsure if he could follow through. Negan had them all on a leash.

“And when you do- do it for Y/N.”

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