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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years

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Come With Me

Culinary major! Soobin x food vlogger! reader; just some teeth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.35k words

Mellow speaks: So I finally completed this long overdue and super fun request!!! Honestly, writing this was just so amazing, and I kinda drew Y/N based on my own self, so I hope you enjoy reading it!!

Rushing into his apartment, Soobin didn't waste a single minute in discarding his bag on the floor, rushing towards his laptop and turning it on. As the screen booted, the final-year culinary major prayed to the gods for the livestream to not have started yet. The winner of the contest from last month was to be announced at the beginning of the stream, and even though Soobin didn't have any hopes of him winning, he couldn't help the tiny voice at the back of his head saying, "What if?."

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a voice, sweet and velvety as always. There you were, on his screen, the biggest of smiles plastered on your face, making him feel warm all over. Y/N L/N, his favorite food vlogger in the world, ready to start another livestream. Soobin had always been more of a silent supporter, his introverted self being too shy to even post a comment under any of your videos, partly because you had a habit of replying to as many of those comments as possible, and he knew for a fact that he would combust on the spot if you were to ever reply to his praises of you.

You see, he greatly admired your love for food and your wanderlust. He was also a great fan of the way you spoke, and the way you articulated your ideas and thoughts. Truth be told, he genuinely liked you, and not just your voyager self. Watching your videos over the years, he had found himself developing a small crush on you, knowing full well that it was probably just him being starstruck. So, gathering all the bravery he had, the boy had finally pressed "Send" on the application form for the competition on the last day, after contemplating it for God knows how long.

There had been only one question on the form, asking respondents to describe what food meant to them. A smile had graced Soobin's lips as you answered it, pouring in his most sincere thoughts on everything culinary. What had pushed him to participate, you ask? It had been the prize, of course. A chance to hang out with none other than you yourself, through a one-on-one video call. He had always wanted to see you in person, to tell you how much your vlogs meant to him. How they had helped discover his own love for food, had helped him find his happiness in the kitchen.

And that had brought him to right now, biting on his fingernails as he listened to your regular introduction, one that he knew by heart and repeated after you, subconsciously. "Hey my food-holics! How are all of you doing today? Hale and hearty, I hope!," you said, following up quickly with a brief overview of the contest, before announcing the winner, as Soobin waited with bated breath. "All your answers were amazing, and I could relate to so many of them! It really sucks that we can only have one winner, since you're all winners to me!," you smiled, and he caught himself copying your expression. "So now, the winner of the contest, and the person who gets to be my new friend, is @aglio_olive!!," you exclaimed, clapping your hands as your eyes crinkled up in joy.

The fact that you had just announced him as the winner of registered belatedly, as Soobin was busy gushing over how adorable you had looked while clapping. He felt his mouth drop open, finding it hard to focus on what you said next. "I'll be contacting you via email shortly," you had said, and that was all it took for the rest of the livestream to go by in a blur for him, as he waited for your mail, checking and re-checking his inbox every two minutes. But it wasn't until the next day that he finally received what he had been peeling his eyes out for. An email from your official account (or that's what he figured), informing him that the meeting would take place on the coming Saturday, at 6:00 pm. Now all he had to do was wait three days, but it was easier said than done.

By the time Saturday rolled around, Soobin was equal parts bubbling with excitement and panicking with nerves. Reluctant to trust his own fashion choices, he had called over his best friend, Yeonjun, hoping to get some much needed guidance. "Should I wear this suit? Or will simple tracks be better?," he had asked, making the older boy shake his head as he patted him on the back. "My friend, Y/N's neither your professor, nor your friend. You're meeting them for the first time, so why don't you just wear something comfortable, that would make them feel at ease too?," he smirks, throwing a plain blue hoodie his way.

As the clock struck 6:00, Soobin found himself seated at his study table, ready to start the meeting. He had even prepared cue cards to help him if he got stuck, and they were propped conveniently next to the laptop. He reached out for them, but just at that moment, his screen came alive with someone waving at him with a smile on their face. Awestruck, he simply waved back, too tongue-tied to say anything. "Wow," he thought to himself, "They look so much better without makeup." A couple seconds later, a new kind of panic set in. "Am I staring too hard? Is it creepy? Should I look down? No but I need to keep eye contact!"

Little did he know, you were having similar, if not identical thoughts. "Wow, no one told me he was gonna be this cute. Blue suits him so well! I'm no staring, am I? Should I speak first? Or should I wait for him to say something?" This finally resulted in the both of you speaking at the same time, something you would later smile about. Because saying "How are you? I'm Soobin," and "I'm Y/N! How are you?," helped you crack into laughter, breaking the ice and easing the awkwardness. Once you had gotten past the niceties, it was time to get to know each other better. The cue cards lay unused, as Soobin just spoke about whatever came to mind, praising your vlogs and thanking you for teaching him more about cuisines. You, on the other hand, took the time to get to know him better, asking him questions about what it was like to study culinary science, something you had never gotten the chance to do.

The hour-long virtual meeting flew by in the blink of an eye, or so it seemed to the both of you. Talking to you, Soobin didn't once feel that you were a stranger or that he was just a fan. You seemed like a genuine and warm person to him that he couldn't help but admire you even more than he did before. To him, somewhere during the meeting, you stopped seeming like a famous vlogger anymore, and instead, all he saw you as was a friend. You, on the other hand, had made up your mind about him being the most interesting person you had ever met, and couldn't stop a sad sigh from escaping your lips as you looked at the time. "Well, Soobin. It's been a pleasure meeting you," you had said, making him smile wistfully.

The moment he had logged out of the meeting, he found himself missing you. He thought back on how nice you had been, smiling when he pictured your face, your hair slightly messy but not too unkempt, an oversized hoodie thrown over your body. To him, it had honestly felt like he was conversing with a friend, and he couldn't bring himself to let such an amazing person walk out of his life. So, without thinking, he began typing out an email to your account, his finger hovering just above the "Send" button. He stopped short though, realizing that your official account wasn't meant for personal mails, and realizing that he had no other means to contact you. Pouting, he fell face-first onto the bed, his energy going down all of a sudden.

He woke up to a "ping," indicating an email on his phone. Unlocking it, he noticed a mail from an account he had never contacted before. Clueless, he clicked on it, the phone nearly falling out of his hand as he read through it. It had been you, after all, reaching out to him through your personal account, and telling him that you had loved talking to him, and would like to be his friend. And thus began the most beautiful friendship either of you had ever forged, full of memories even though you hadn't met each other.

Late night video chats and good morning calls became a ritual, and Soobin found himself busily typing away on his phone every free second he got. You told him all about your escapades and trips, sending him photos and urging him to try cooking whatever you ate and whatever you liked. He, on the other hand, would teach you to cook, sending you tips and giving you suggestions on what to eat. Food was an intergalactic part of the relation you shared, but it was far from being the only thing.

When things got hard for him, you were there to push him towards his dream, reminding him day in and day out that he would have to give in his all to achieve it. "You'll be the greatest chef one day, Soob," you'd giggle, causing him to let out a whine as he said, "How would you know? You haven't even tasted my cooking yet!" He too, was there to provide you a taste of what it felt like to be grounded to one place, to have everything you wanted right next to you. He was there for you to cry to when someone posted a nasty comment under you video, and he was there to virtually feed you when you missed a home-cooked meal. Inside jokes became a thing, as did bitching about classmates and complaining about managers.

Over time, your friendship started blossoming into something more, as Soobin found himself catching feelings, real feelings, for you. The way you smiled, the way you would bite your nails just like him as you went through what people had to say about your videos, the way you cracked stupid jokes and laughed at them alone, he found himself loving them all. He had given his heart out to you, and he didn't want to take it back. You, meanwhile, had been a bit more careful of your feelings, wary of harboring any hopes for a long-distance relationship. But over time, you too, found yourself drowning into the oceans that were his eyes, watching the way his lips moved through the screen, imagining them on yours. Over time, you too, felt your feelings grow, but being your stubborn self, you didn't act on them.

Days turned into months, and soon enough, you were keeping Soobin company through his late night study sessions, talking to him in the hopes of keeping him awake. Helping him prepare flashcards, and letting him teach you a full four-course meal so that he could practice for his practical exams. "What are you gonna do once you graduate?," became a regular question you posed towards him, and every time, it was the same reply. "I don't know yet, Y/N. I want to do something like you. I want to travel the world and learn about different cuisines first-hand."

As Soobin's exams drew nearer, you found yourself bring just as worried as he was, worried about how he'd fare in the examinations, worried about what he'll do when he gets his degree. But keeping your concerns aside, you did your best to push him to do his best, study that last chapter, practice that last technique, memorize that last recipe. "I just wanna sleep, Y/N," he'd whine, only to have you let out a giggle at how adorable he looked. "It's for your own good, bub," you'd reply, your smile somehow managing to give him the strength to put in just a little extra effort.

Seeing him work so hard, you couldn't help but want to give him a surprise by congratulating him in person when he graduated. So, you decided to plan a trip to Seoul, shooting a film vlog just an excuse to finally meet your closest friend, and the person you had a crush on. You had initially wanred to keep the plan a secret, but soon realized what a waste it would be to not use it to your advantage. And so started your ingenious way of getting Soobin to hit the books. "I'm coming to Seoul after your exams, but I'll meet you only if you put in all your effort," you'd tell him, repeating it like a mantra day in and day out.

In response, the boy would pout and whine about how he "hated" you, but started putting in double the effort, just to make you proud. Your tactic seemed to work, but Soobin was still nervous. Nor about the theory, but about the practical exams. "What if I don't do well on the exam? It happens all the time on Masterchef," he said one day, looking into your eyes as you attempted to calm him down. "I know you'll nail it, Binnie," you replied, smiling at him through the screen. "Just think about what makes you happy while you cook, and you'll be good to go." As if on a whim, Soobin muttered out a soft, "You," causing your breath to hitch as you asked him to repeat. "You make me happy," he said again, looking down as he felt his cheeks growing warm. You couldn't help but smile at his sudden confession, sending a virtual kiss his way. "Now go study, you idiot," you giggled, proceeding to tell him about your day as he pored over his books.

The day of his practical exam rolled by, and as you had said, Soobin decided to cook while thinking of something that made him happy. He thought back on the day when you had told him about a delicacy from a city you had visited, and had convinced him to teach you how to make it. The memory alone made a smile appear on his lips, reminding him of how happy the two of you were. And so, that's what he cooked, passing his exam with flying colors. He was so happy he could have kissed you if you were there, and he told you that, causing a laugh to escape your lips. "I'll be there soon," was all you said, fighting to control your excitement.

Soobin passed with flying colors, earning his degree fair and square. And the one person he wanted to thank for it, was you. As you had promised him, a week later found you roaming the streets of Seoul, as you hurriedly made your way towards his college, ready to finally meet him at his convocation. Climbing up the stage to accept his degree, his eyes were busy scanning the crowds, eager to see your face. When he couldn't find you, however, he felt his smile falter, as he took in a gulp.

"Where are you Y/N?," he thought to himself, hand itching to check his phone that was lying in his back pocket. You had told him you'd be here on time, so then, where were you? Just as he feels himself falling deeper into his thoughts, he (like everyone else in the hall) hears footsteps running down the corridor, finally revealing you standing at the entrance, out of breath and with a huge smile stretching across your face. "You're here," he mouthed, his smile matching yours, as you replied with a simple nod and a "Congratulations," your eyes brimming with tears of joy for the boy.

Accepting his degree, Soobin walked off the stage to sit with his classmates, eyes meeting yours every so often as he tried to fight the urge to rush to you and hug you. Once the ceremony ended, neither of you wasted a second in finding each other, throwing yourselves into a hug long overdue. It didn't feel weird as you snuggled your face into his convocation robe, and it didn't feel weird as he did the same into your hair. Pulling away, you just couldn't hide the smiles that threatened to take over your entire face, taking each other's hand as Soobin left you to his parents. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend Y/N," he introduced, and his mom didn't miss the spark in her son's eyes as he looked at you.

Once you were done with the niceties, the two of you made your way out into the city once Soobin had handed his robe over to his mom. Walking the streets with him, with you cracking jokes and him pointing out tourist sights to you, you felt something you had never felt, no matter how many cities you visited. A sense of comfort, a sense of belonging. You felt like you were home for the first time in ages, and it was all because of the guy walking next to you. As if on a whim, you whipped out your video-camera, switching it on and turning it to yourself. Soobin belatedly realized what you were doing, when he heard you recite you introduction. Looking at you in shock, he felt his mouth fall open as he heard you say the words, "Friend," "Soobin," "Featuring," "Guide," in quick succession, piecing the sentence together in his brain.

"Y/N! What are you doing??," he whined, looking down to hide his face. "Awww Soobinnie is shy!!! Sorry guys, it's his first time," you cooed, a giggle escaping your lips as you turned your camera off, trying to convince him to feature in your vlog. "But I won't know what to say!!," he retorted, making you snicker. "Just take me out to eat somewhere tell, and tell the camera why you like the place you like and the food you like. It's not that hard!," you replied, and after much convincing (and some borderline begging), he finally agreed.

He showed you all his favorite eateries and restaurants, gawking at the insane discounts you got him, and just enjoying watching you eat in person, sharing his food. By the time evening rolled out, the two of you were full to your throats, looking out over the river from the bridge. "Thank you Y/N," Soobin said, turning to look at you. "For today, and for everyday. For being there for me, and for being the best friend I have ever had, and more." "Thank you too, Soob," you replied, your eyes stinging as you looked up at him. "Thank you for making me feel at home. Thank you for becoming my home." You hadn't noticed just how close your faces had become, both of you having leaned in subconsciously. Finally, Soobin closed the gap, your lips meeting his in a kiss that's full of the pent-up love and emotions.

His lips were soft against yours, molding with yours like two pieces of the same puzzle. Pulling away, a smile graced your lips as you looked up at him shyly, whispering an "I like you," causing him to repeat your words and adding a "too," cheeks rising up in a smile. Biting you bottom lip, you say, "Come with me," making him tilt his head in confusion. "You said you wanted to be like me. To learn about cuisines first-hand. Then come with me. I don't want to be away from you, I want to be with you 24/7, and not virtually. I want to talk to you in person, to hug you, to kiss you." You notice his smile growing wider, and so you ask, "So, what do you say?," as he replies by placing his lips back on yours.

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jcmorrigan · 3 years

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I saw the tag- I am gonna ask you about the crossover universe- (omg I’m literally gushing about this)

OH, IT IS TIME!

So you can find a lot of this on the “What is the WHAM ARMY?” page on my blog – I’ll try to remember to link it; I’m drafting this in a word processor first so I don’t use it. Essentially, this is the universe I’ve created for my fanfic “Taking Back the Crown,” which is about…basically my favorite villains all moving into the same house and trying to take over the multiverse. And then it got lore. And more lore. Because I cannot write anything normal. The fic is nearing its 150th chapter and I’m nowhere NEAR exhausted of all the ideas I want to put in it – it’s just my big playground for hyperfixation fun. Anyway, here’s a rundown of the major points of it!

THE CAST

The main characters are the eight villains who are the founders of the WHAM ARMY. The faction name is an acronym of their first initials. They’re my ultrafaves, the villains I always get fluttery heart for, and probably the biggest collection of losers you can imagine. I’ll put them in order of the acronym and give you some background on how each entered the team.

Wuya (Xiaolin Showdown) – So the connecting factor between these people is that Mozenrath (his name is a few slots down) is their team leader and the one who decided to build a team in the first place. Wuya was recruited when Mozenrath found her puzzle box in an ancient vault. This is set post-series for XS (and Chronicles is not at all canon), so what had happened is in the big Showdown right after Raimundo was named team leader officially in the finale, the Xiaolin Monks won ALL the Shen Gong Wu to their side and stuffed Wuya in the box. So Mozenrath found her and let her out so they could be pals. A magic potion let her regain human form fairly early on, and her power isn’t even nerfed either the way Chase Young would’ve done.

Huntsman (American Dragon: Jake Long) – ADJL is also post-series in this timeline. Mozenrath has the power to resurrect people from the dead at will because he’s memorized an ancient and incredibly complex ritual that he can execute mentally (note that this means you can remove this ability from him by tampering with his memories). The Huntsman was resurrected so as to show Mozenrath around the old Huntsclan vault (which is where they found Wuya’s puzzle box). No other Huntsclan member survived the purge except Rose (and 88 and 89, but they don’t count and aren’t in this story), so the Huntsman is starting from square one.

Ayam Aghoul (Aladdin: The Animated Series): Basically just got sick of losing. He’d teamed up with a few other rando Aladdin rogues to try and pick a fight with Maleficent, and she sent him packing. So he ended up finding one of the few residents of the Seven Deserts who was powerful enough to match him AND had a similar grudge against Maleficent.

Mozenrath (Aladdin: The Animated Series): The man of the hour and the creator of the entire team. He starts the fic by crashing Maleficent’s KH Disney Villain alliance and trying to add himself to it, but…ends up being such a disrespectful nuisance that Hades just drags him straight down to the Underworld. That moment inspired him to get his OWN band of friends and start making a name for himself.

Archibald Snatcher (The Boxtrolls): Met Mozenrath in the Underworld after his death in film canon. Annoyed Hades one too many times by claiming that he wasn’t actually supposed to die, seeing as he isn’t allergic to dairy (he is), so Hades threw him in the same cell as Mozenrath and…

Roman Torchwick (RWBY): I started writing this fic in 2016, immediately post-V3, so it’s canon-divergent after the last episode of V3 (but I got all the later-game characters to show up eventually). Which means Roman is ALSO dead at the start of this fic. He ALSO comes storming up to Hades insisting he’s not even supposed to be dead. At the same time as Snatcher is already pestering him. Which is how Mozenrath, Snatcher, and Roman end up in the same jail cell in Tartarus and get the idea that maybe they should break back into the world of the living and try to build something BETTER than what any of the three had beforehand.

Mad Madam Mim (The Sword in the Stone): Mozenrath, immediately after breaking out of the Underworld, attempted to take over Arthur’s kingdom by just walking in and throwing magic around. It backfired horribly when Merlin showed up. But then Mim showed up to counter Merlin and realized that maybe she had a potential friend here who was as blackhearted as she.

Yzma (The Emperor’s New Groove): Post-TENG, no KNG or TENS (but I reference things from TENS every now and again). Merlin turned Mozenrath into a rat, so Mim brought him to Yzma’s Secret Lab to change him back. There, they found Yzma as a cat, and she so desperately wanted out of her living situation that she added herself to the team. She was also restored to human form shortly thereafter.

There is a potential ninth member of the core in the form of Vexen (Kingdom Hearts). KH is canon-divergent after DDD and basically ignores almost every game that comes out after Fragmentary Passage. Vexen, as Even, was trying to integrate into life as a hero in Radiant Garden, except everyone annoyed him way too much, so he decided to go be with people that would give right back any insults he dished out. And then realized he was much happier being on the evil team and doing mad science with no ethics. However, he will not be promoted to the upper ranks because 1. it would spoil the acronym and 2. he is unanimously agreed-upon to be the biggest wet blanket of the group and nobody wants him at the founder parties.

(Imagine my disbelief when the actual canon arc for Vexen was THE REVERSE ONE IN WHICH HE JUST DECIDES TO GO LIVE AT RADIANT GARDEN AND NOT BE ANNOYED BY ANYTHING and that’s why JC doesn’t like Kingdom Hearts III)

Anyway, this crew is a bunch of silly friends who enjoy partying, singing, dancing, drag, indulging in vices, causing mayhem, taking over cities, arranging for mass murder, piecing together smear campaigns…but they’re all pretty much ride or die for each other. And that goes double for the ships of the set: Mozenrath/Huntsman, Mim/Aghoul, Wuya/Yzma, and my favorite ship to end all favorites, Roman/Snatcher (RedHatBlackHat is the ship name).

From there, you have a B-Squad of, like, seventy other people based on my faves. Nonnie, I know you saw this because of Vincent Edgeworth, Victor Blake, and Albert Krueger, and they are three of COUNTLESS examples. It’s a found crime family that keeps getting bigger as I get more fave villains and there’s hardly a rhyme or a reason. Currently, they live in a floating fortress designed when they stole Terra Cyclonia (Storm Hawks) and hefted it out into the aether between worlds with crystal technology.

They have a rival hero faction in the form of the Cinnamons: a gathering of people who they’ve wronged who turned out to make pretty good friends themselves. While the WHAM ARMY are the villain-protag team that you feel slightly bad loving the escapades of, the Cinnamons are the rainbows, fluff, sunshine, (secret crippling depression and anxiety), and pep-talkers of the multiverse. They’re the deuteragonist team as opposed to the “villains” of the story. They also have eight “leaders,” but they were picked up a little less quickly than the WHAM ARMY founders, instead coming together over the span of a much longer quest. These people are:

Sora (Kingdom Hearts): Heart of the team and the person who pulled them all together, because Sora loves everyone. He, Riku, and Kairi witnessed the WHAM ARMY wreaking destruction on both Radiant Garden and Disney Castle, and Sora decided no one gets to treat his homes-away-from-home like that and get away with it! Between Mozenrath and the still-looming threats of Maleficent and Xehanort, he’s now collecting pals from all worlds to fight against evil and do as much good as they can do! (While having sleepovers.)

Ruby Rose (RWBY): Before she, Nora, Ren, and Jaune could get into Mistral, Sora interrupted them on their path and directed them right back around to Vale with the news that Roman Torchwick was back in action. After an incident involving the Destiny Trio and Team RNJR having to team up and actually kill the massive Grimm unleashed in the V3 endgame, they all headed out to Radiant Garden together to continue their mission.

Papyrus (Undertale): Sora found him while exploring worlds and they clicked immediately as pals. Then the WHAM ARMY, who was living in Mt. Ebott at the time, sparked an anti-monster racist sentiment through the town, and Papyrus was advised to leave the world for his own safety, so he went traveling with Sora.

Stork (Storm Hawks): Maleficent, who is also an active player in this game, made a power play by destroying the Condor with the entire Storm Hawks team onboard while they were on the Far Side of Atmos (post-series). Stork, believing himself to be the only survivor, attempted to take his own life – only for Sora to show up just in time and offer him something better: hope that his friends survived, and new friends to tag along with until they could prove either way.

Jasmine (Aladdin): The Cinnamons came looking to Agrabah for more information on Mozenrath. When Jasmine heard he was causing chaos, she decided to get personally involved.

Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender): Post-ATLA, no LoK. Sora made a trip to the Fire Nation to see if he could head off the WHAM ARMY’s latest scheme, and ran into the Gaang along the way. After helping Katara, Aang, and Zuko protect the Fire Nation from a very near miss, Sora invited them to come travel with him. Only Katara accepted at first, the other two wanting to clean things up on their homeworld.

Kazuichi Soda (DanganRonpa): Post-SDR2, no DR3. Xehanort requested Izuru Kamukura be used as a vessel, and Kazuichi went in Izuru/Hajime’s place so his buddy didn’t have to. But the first chance he got, Kazuichi turned and ran from the Castle That Never Was…where Sora had just crash-landed. Kazuichi patched up Sora’s ship, and immediately became part of his crew. (Worth noting: in this AU, the Remnants of Despair were never brainwashed and were completely aware of what they were doing. Kazuichi is basically a redemption story, trying to be a better person to make up for the hell he caused. Also, while on the Despair side, he’d hacked off his leg to sew Junko’s in its place, disabling himself – that leg goes through an arc regarding what prosthesis is in its place.)

Rapunzel (Tangled): After the Vardaros arc of S2 of Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure. Rapunzel was targeted by the WHAM ARMY because she was essentially a living MacGuffin for one of their spells. Sora showed up, and Rapunzel decided to go along with him for safety AND fun, leaving Cassandra to continue the pilgrimage to the Dark Kingdom. (Wrote this before KHIII was out. And before the Evil Cass twist.)

And just like the WHAM ARMY, these folks have a huge B-squad that lives in the Radiant Garden castle and helps them deal with the various tragedies they have to clean up after. Riku, Kairi, and Jaune Arc in particular get a decent amount of stage time.

As you can see, Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty/Kingdom Hearts) and her forces are another big set of chess pieces on the board! After she sent Mozenrath to gay baby jail and it didn’t stick, she’s been trying to continue plans for domination as usual but ALSO wipe the WHAM ARMY off the face of the multiverse. She, Jafar (Aladdin), Ursula (The Little Mermaid), and Hades (Hercules) all came straight here from KH. But I’m working to model that team’s inner circle on the team in “Quite a Glittering Assemblage,” the sister fic by gavillain (it’s basically this premise but Maleficent gets a team to start instead, but similarities end there, his is a whole different, fresh, and fun flavor). I’ve just gotten all these characters intro’d instory, but the other biggies are Loki (Marvel – I based him in the Cinematic Universe but he’s kind of just an amalgamation of Lokis), Dr. Doom (Marvel), Captain Hook (Once Upon a Time), Russell Edgington (True Blood), and Fish Mooney (Gotham). Currently, they operate out of the Forbidden Mountain in the Enchanted Dominion.

There’s also a very new addition as of the 140’s chapters: the Heathens. This is a squad of villains with moral lines in the sand (and some antiheroes or corrupted heroes). Basically, these aren’t your killers for fun. These are the people who steal candy from the gas station and think they’re slick, but the point is they’re enjoying themselves so just let it happen. The four founders of this one are Harley Quinn (DC – based on The Batman but an amalgamation of Harleys that leans sympathetic), Yang Xiao Long (RWBY), Giovanni Potage (Epithet Erased), and Velvet Crowe (Tales of Berseria). Currently, they operate out of the old mansion in Twilight Town.

The Xehanorts are here, and that team is largely who you think it is – though I stripped away Vexen, Demyx, Marluxia, Larxene, and Luxord in order to replace them ALL with Xaldin. More crossover shenanigans to come on this front. This team isn’t very active – they’re waiting for the Keyblade War – but they’re operating out of the World That Never Was.

There’s also another side villain faction: the Morbians, led by Mirage (Aladdin: The Animated Series). These are the demons of fear, the stuff that lurks in your nightmares, and…the villains I really like but who I don’t quite think fit in with the WHAM ARMY or any other more prominent group. But to give you an idea of what the flavor of this team is, she’s recruited not one but TWO Boogeymen – Pitch Black (Rise of the Guardians) and Oogie Boogie (The Nightmare Before Christmas).

There will be more villain factions to come, and I kind of want to splinter the Cinnamons to multiple bases as well. Obviously it’s easier to split villains up because they’re fun to write at war with each other – when I have hero teams come up against each other, usually they end up becoming best buddies instead of fighting, and that’s how I like it, but that’s why there’s just ONE BIG HERO TEAM as opposed to the many villain squads rattling around.

THE SETTING

So as you have probably gleaned, the multiverse setup is largely based on Kingdom Hearts, which is one of my favorite things (in the KH1 through Fragmentary Passage era anyway). There are many worlds that can be visited either by Gummi Ship or Corridor of Darkness. Basically any evil-aligned sorcerer can use Corridors in this ‘verse – they’ve opened their souls to Darkness and have magic, so they can do so.

The implication is that every world represents a separate “story” or part of one. As in if it’s a work of fiction HERE, it’s a world THERE. Some characters are actually savvy enough to know they’re fictional (e.g. Megavolt from Darkwing Duck, Xayide from The Neverending Story). Most of them aren’t built to handle the news, though, and just shrug it off if told. (No, really, the cosmic order prevents them from taking that news seriously if they’re not from something that regularly leans on the fourth wall anyway.)

But sometimes, things get AU’d in without their full worlds. I was inspired by how Final Fantasy is treated in canon KH, and once I started bringing in more FF stuff by the same method, I felt motivated to do that with MORE fandoms if I felt the characters could be divorced from their settings and histories easily. I’ve done it for most Disney Channel non-animated properties as well as Satellite City (ain’t that the worst combo you’ve ever looked at). I’m planning to do it for Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn because I’m coming up on a location I want to delve into the civilization of but don’t have many canon characters for, so guess what, you get the FE cast now.

Major worlds or relevant locations in play are the Cyclonian warship, Radiant Garden, Twilight Town, and occasionally the Enchanted Dominion, but we move from plotline to plotline with journeys to many, many, MANY worlds of things I want to play with the settings and casts of. Also, the Cyclonian warship is about to get replaced with another WHAM ARMY base; we’ll get there.

THE STORY

For the first major “book” of TBTC, the WHAM ARMY has found a spell that they think will let them conquer the entire multiverse by giving them control over Kingdom Hearts itself. All they have do to is collect a bunch of MacGuffins that correspond to twelve elements: fire, water, earth, air, light, darkness, life, death, time, space, entropy, and aether. In order to do this, they visit the worlds of KH, RWBY, Avatar, Storm Hawks, Okami, Undertale, Wakfu, The Legend of Zelda, The Neverending Story, My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, and many many more. The Cinnamons catch wind of what they’re doing and start assembling. Meanwhile Maleficent is on the hunt for the Book of Prophecies and starts hiring villains on her team as well. After many madcap adventures and some devastating tragedies near endgame, the Cinnamons accidentally put the Book of Prophecies in Maleficent’s hands at the same time that Maleficent finally captures Mozenrath and gets him under heel. The WHAM ARMY and Cinnamons both launch attacks on Maleficent’s forces, and each walks away with what they came for. This is also the part where we slowburn up to the four major WHAM ARMY ships and many Cinnamon ships. In the end, the WHAM ARMY actually gets all the ingredients for their spell, but what they don’t know is it will actually cause the DESTRUCTION of the worlds. So an outside force intervenes (Discord from MLPFIM, who later joins the WHAM ARMY because he wants friends who actually appreciate him as a villain and won’t make him change) to stop them, and the next thing they know, they’re starting from square one.

We’re now in the second “book” of this story. The Cinnamons are gathering up all lost friends – the rest of Team RWBY, the Gaang, the Storm Hawks (who did in fact survive the explosion), the lost KH characters. The WHAM ARMY, on the other hand, is gathering up more villains to bolster their forces for a new evil plan: to conquer the worlds one by one, starting with Atlantis (Disney’s Atlantis: The Lost Empire) and using portals to link to other territories of interest. While the WHAM ARMY is essentially working through a to-do list of what they need before they can launch such a massive invasion, the Cinnamons are finding strength in numbers because the writing’s on the wall that between Mozenrath, Maleficent, Mirage, and Xehanort, things are going to get worse before they get better, and as evil builds, good will need to rise to protect the innocent. As for Maleficent, she’s no longer able to chase the Book of Prophecies, and so, because she’s got Hades, Loki, and Salem (RWBY) there and they’re all like “Even though we’re pretty godlike, we are not that happy with how the gods we knew have run things,” Maleficent’s new goal is to slaughter the gods of all pantheons (minus those in her care) and replace them with her allies.

Anyway, as I had said in the post you saw, Anon – I basically take everything fictional I love and shove it into this AU for daydreams because it lets me imagine my faves having CROSSOVER INTERACTIONS and doing cool epic stuff on a multi-world scale. (But as much as I’ve talked up the epic aspect, a lot of it is just…like…people fucking around and hosting karaoke nights.) Anyway, I hope this gave you a good sense of the madness, and I hope it serves as a reminder to everyone that they can and should just. Make a daydream and/or fanfic universe that’s indulgent as hell. Just do it.

#wham army #tbtc #long post #i considered a read more #but i hate the tiny text on my blog #i need a new blog theme

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wlntrsldler · 4 years

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18 (Ransom Drysdale Series)

PROMPT: You’ve always been sweet, innocent, young, Y/N. You played by your parents’ rules for way too long. Feeling like you’ve finally had enough, you decide to break some rules and “date” the arrogant son of a bitch, Ransom Drysdale.

SERIES WARNING: SMUT!!!! 18+ content, strong language, parental defiance lol and asshole Ransom

Song Inspiration: 18 by Anarbor

CHAPTER 1

“What do you mean I can’t go?” You yelled, pacing across your father’s study. “I pushed back my education for four years to help you run the company. I want to go to college. Now.”

“Y/N, darling, I don’t understand why you’re pushing so hard to go to school.” He shrugged, not looking up from his computer screen. “We’re giving you the company when the time comes. It’s millions of dollars on a silver platter.”

You rolled your eyes, slamming your palms on his wooden table. He flinched, startled at your actions. “I don’t want this stupid company. I want to study and get my degree. I don’t wanna rely on mommy and daddy’s money.”

“If you go to college, you’ll still be relying on our money.” He challenged, shutting his laptop and slowly getting up from his seat. “Watch your attitude, young lady.”

You back away from him, grabbing your coat on the way out of his office. “I’m 22.”

The door slammed behind you as you stormed out of your parents’ house. Fucking self-entitled pricks, you thought, jamming the keys into your jeep. Your parents inherited all their wealth from their own parents and expected you to do the same.

It’s not like you didn’t want the money. You just wanted to do something more than run a company. You wanted to do something for yourself, something you were passionate about. Not some real-estate company that’s had its share of scandals and drama. It was a company born from blood and broken trust. It wasn’t something you were necessarily eager to inherit.

Your mother always told you that it didn’t matter where it came from, all that matters is that you have it now. You looked at her like she had three heads sprouting from her neck. Of course they never saw the errors of their ways, only caring if it hurt their profits, not if it violated their morals. You still loved them, they were family after all, so you bit your tongue. For four extra years.

They begged and guilt-tripped you into staying and helping them run the company instead of going off to college. So you caved and stayed. You knew that if you pursued a different major, like law or medicine, they would be overjoyed. Hell, they’d write you the check for your tuition and not ask any questions if you asked for more money. But because you chose “Creative Writing” as your major, they didn’t support it.

To them a career in writing was laughable. “What are you gonna do with a Creative Writing degree?” You father asked one, his voice laced with disappointment. You never brought it up again. Well until today.

You glanced at your phone to check the clock. 12:27 PM. Is it too early to get wasted?

“Fuck it,” You mumbled. “It’s 6PM somewhere.”

You maneuvered your way through the town, pulling up to a very familiar bar. You became a patron of the bar at the young age of 17, back when you needed a fake I.D to get in. Your parents never found out about your teenage escapades, you were always good at hiding your bad side. The bar owner, Joel, found out that you were a minor when you turned 21 and suddenly started going by a new name on your I.D. Thankfully, you became one of his favorite customers so he let it slide.

You walked in, relishing the familiar scent of alcohol and peanuts.

“Y/N!” Joel called from behind the bar, wiping down a beer glass. “The usual?”

“Make it a double.” Joel quirked an eyebrow, as if asking “What the hell happened?” You shook you head, taking your seat at the bar. You waved him off, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Someone had a bad day.”

You turned to the side, trying to figure out who the voice belonged to. The stranger smirked behind his whiskey glass, his eyes darting to look at you. Baby blue. Blue as a motherfucker. Damn. He put his glass down the polished wood, his lips coming to full view. Pink. Looks so soft. Damn. You cleared your throat, trying to regain your sanity in front of the handsome stranger. “Didn’t you hear me? Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Watch your attitude, sweetheart.”

“You sound like my dad.” You scoffed, taking a sip of the liquid that Joel placed in front of you. You drowned the liquor in one go, not even flinching at the bitter taste.

“Another,” The handsome stranger called out to Joel. He moved a seat over so he was sitting right beside you. Dear God, he looked even prettier up close. You studied his features. Cable knit, designer scarf, clean shaven face. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to place where you know him from. He pulled out the wad of 100′s from his pocket, earning a laugh from you. Rich kid. “What?”

“I can pay for my own, thank you very much.”

“You’re sippin’ on something expensive.”

You drowned the second glass again, staring at him dead in the eye. You went in your back pocket and pulled out your black card. “I know it is. That’s why I order it.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, his lips curling up to another smirk. “What? I can’t pay for a pretty little thing like you?”

“Eat it.”

He mouthed a sarcastic, “Wow,” his laughter filling the empty space between you two.

“I came here to drink, not to get hit on.”

“I’m here so you’ll be getting both.” He stated, motioning to fill both your glasses again. “Ransom Drysdale.”

Drysdale? Oh shit. Your family’s biggest competition in real-estate.”Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Oh, you’re a Y/L/N.” Ransom chuckled, swirling the ice in his glass. “Wait, are you the golden child?”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname that the media branded you with. The nickname was your parents’ doing, wanting the public to accept you with open arms. Your parents made sure that you stayed out of the tabloids, not for your own safety of course. They wanted to rebrand the company once it was your turn to run it, understanding that the drama that existed prior to your existence was enough for a lifetime. “Don’t call me that.”

“What’s wrong with being the golden child, sweetheart?”

“Don’t call me that either.”

“What can I call you?”

“I have a name.”

“Well, what if I don’t like it?”

“Well, too bad.”

Ransom played with the ice in his glass again, mesmerized by the sound of the clinking. He stayed quiet for a moment before he spoke up again. “What are you doing here?”

“I came here to drink, like I said.”

“I don’t think your parents would like the idea of their golden child drinking her ass off mid-day with the spawn of their biggest competition.”

“I don’t care about what they like.” You mumbled, sipping on the liquor. You toyed with the peanuts on the plastic tray.

He gasped sarcastically, following your lead with playing with the peanuts. “Are you rebelling?”

“Shut up.”

“Why the fuck are you so rude?” He snapped, his demeanor suddenly changing.

“Why the fuck are you being civil? Isn’t that the opposite of your brand?”

“You want me to be disrespectful?” He whispered, that smirk coming back to his face. “I can be real disrespectful, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Ransom shot you a knowing look, “Well, if you ask me, I think it’s time for you to rebel.”

“I never confirmed that I was rebelling.”

“I know what it looks like when someone rebels because their parents piss them all the way off,” Ransom started, getting up from his seat. He pulled out the wad of 100′s again and dropped a hefty tip for Joel. “I’ve mastered that. Let me know how if you need help with it.”

You twisted your neck to watch him walk out of the bar. He took the brown coat from the coat rack and slipped it over his body. He pushed the door open, signaling the bell. Before he fully left, he turned back around to leave you with a final remark. “But when you do ask me for help, and you will,” He licked his lips. “Keep running your mouth because I’ve been thinking about all the ways I can shut you up.”

Your face flushed upon hearing his words, crossing your legs. Joel looked at you, amused at the interaction that unfolded before him. He picked up the bills that Ransom left and wiped down the counter. “You gonna call him?”

“Hell, no.”

Maybe.

#ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x yn #ransom drysdale x reader #knives out #ransom drysdale series #knives out series #ransom drysdale imagine #ransom drysdale one shot #chris evans #18 fic #ransom drysdale smut #frances writes #frances song fics

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sotheywrotestories · 6 years

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Dollar Valentine and the Problems With Plans

Request; Nope! Just my Dollar Valentine for the magnificent @softscottlang

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Little bit of angst in the beginning but then teeth rotting fluff

Summary: Peter freaks out trying to get (Y/N) the perfect gift

Valentine’s day was here and Peter had no idea what he was going to do for (Y/N). They had been dating for a while now, but not long enough for him to really know her….

He was worried, to say the least. She had always been so great when it came to gifts, but he felt that he hardly knew her at all.

Was that just how their relationship was? Was he destined to never know enough about her to really make a difference in how he treated her? How had she always been so great when it came to giving gifts? He was sure he hadn’t ever mentioned his love of Star Trek before, but she gave him a great encyclopedia of, collectively, every bit of information.

Ned was no help, as he didn’t know her either. They sat together at lunch a lot, but that didn’t mean he knew anything about her. It was only when Peter wasn’t there that Ned and (Y/N) could really talk about anything, but it was rare Peter didn’t want to be around (Y/N).

Which made sense she was the most beautiful girl he had ever known.

The only other person Peter could think of was MJ. Her and (Y/N) were always talking and laughing (MJ laughing was a strange sight). But Peter was scared. Today was Valentine’s day, if he went up to MJ now, she would know that Peter didn’t have anything and that he was a lousy boyfriend. He couldn’t have MJ thinking he was such a bad boyfriend. It would look bad and (Y/N) just meant so much to him.

So he did what he does when he doesn’t know what to do, he went to Tony.

“You didn’t get your girlfriend anything for Valentine’s day?” Tony laughed into the phone. “At all? Not even a box of chocolates?”

“I panicked. I thought I would know what to do by now,” Peter sighed, he was using his lunch break to see if Tony had any ideas for Valentine’s day. He only had half an hour and he didn’t want (Y/N) to be suspicious of anything. “I don’t know what to do, she’s coming over for dinner tonight.”

“How much time will you have?”

“An hour and a half? Maybe?” Peter groaned, throwing his face into his palm.

“That’s plenty of time to cook up a quick dinner, set up a movie, and have a nice night in. Pick up some flowers on your way home,” Tony said. “From what you’ve told me about her, and you talk a lot, she doesn’t seem to be someone who is all about materialistic things.”

“Okay,” Peter said, calming down a bit. “I can do that, thanks, Mr. Stark.”

Tony spit out a quick goodbye, letting Peter hang up.

Peter felt much better now. Yeah, (Y/N) didn’t need something fancy, a nice relaxing night in would be nice. They could both use one right now.

“So, Peter,” Ned approached Peter in the hall. “Got anything figured out?”

“I’m going to try cooking something, grab some flowers, and just have a nice night in.”

Ned gave a small, sympathetic smile. “Well, it’s the thought that counts.”

“Hey,” Peter frowned. “I think it’ll be nice to have a nice night in.”

“Hey, nerds,” MJ said, walking up to her own locker. “(Y/N)’s really tired, so we’re gonna skip fifth period to take a nap in the library.”

Peter raised his eyebrows at Ned as if to say ‘See? A night in would be nice.’

Ned shrugged, still thinking about the three teddy bears and necklace he had bought for Betty.

“Okay, I’ll get notes for her,” Peter smiled, happy to hear his girlfriend was doing what was good for her health and not what was good for her reputation.

“Cool, see you guys in seventh.” MJ walked away, heading to the library.

“If (Y/N)’s that tired,” Peter turned to Ned. “It’ll be good to have a night off.”

Ned shrugged, following Peter as he made his way to fifth period. It made sense that (Y/N) was tired, anyway. Chemistry was being a pain, and it was right after lunch, of course, all she wanted to do was nap.

In no way did Peter condone her skipping school, he really wanted her to succeed, but taking one class off to take a quick, healthy nap wouldn’t be awful.

History was boring as always, but Peter had a good time, writing two sets of notes. He tried to make (Y/N)’s notes far more legible than his, he did want her to be able to pick up from where she left off.

Ned had a small smirk on his face the entire time, happy to see Peter so involved with something that wasn’t Spider-Man.

Peter didn’t have sixth period with (Y/N) or MJ or Ned. It was the one class he had that was very lonely. But he persisted through, knowing he and his friends had the next class together.

***

“How was your nap, sunshine?” Peter teased, slinging an arm around (Y/N).

She was already sitting in the classroom, her head sitting heavily on her hand while her elbow supports her forearm. She and MJ had been talking about some new band, someone Peter didn’t listen to.

“Great,” she sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Still tired, though.”

Peter smiled, pressing a soft, quick kiss onto the top of her head.

Her sleepiness only built his confidence in his new plans.

Ned joined the trio shortly after, and class started. Peter had to keep his arm off of (Y/N) to work, but she was still sitting next to him, so he didn’t mind so much.

“Okay, I’ll be over around 4,” (Y/N) said, Peter standing by her locker while she put her books away. “Does that work for you?”

Peter smiled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s great. Just text me when you’re on your way.”

“Okay,” she smiled back. “Walk me to the station?”

***

Peter definitely had the same skills as May did when it came to cooking. He had burned through two boxes of spaghetti already, somehow burned a simple “put it in the oven ready” pie, and managed to get the microwave to stop working.

He was on the verge of calling Tony, but (Y/N) was supposed to be there in half an hour and he wouldn’t have time to call Tony.

“May, I’m ordering Chinese, do you want anything?” Peter called, on the verge of tears.

“Peter?” May walked into the kitchen. “Chinese? What happened to cooking dinner?”

“I mess up,” Peter shrugged. “So I’m just going to order Chinese, I need to set up the living room, anyway.”

“Okay,” May smoothed Peter’s hair down. “I’ll call in the order-yes, I remember what (Y/N) likes, you go get your little ‘movie fort’ ready, okay?”

Peter nodded, rushing to get as many blankets as he could, laying out some of his hoodies for (Y/N) to choose from. And, of course, Star Trek was placed on the coffee table, but he also picked out some of (Y/N)’s favorites, too.

Harry Potter was already in the DVD player.

Just then, Peter’s phone buzzed.

On my way ;), (Y/N) had sent.

“(Y/N)’s on her way!” Peter shouted.

“Chinese will be here in twenty!” May yelled back. “All ready for movie night?”

“I think so,” Peter spun around. “I’m going to change into some comfy clothes, be right back.”

Just a quick swing around the block. Just to make sure nothing too suspicious was going on.

Not that there was normally, but still.

A quick trip turned into a forty-five-minute escapade to stop a mugger.

“Shit,” Peter fell through his window, tugging his suit off and jumping into sweatpants.

He rushed into the living room, where (Y/N) had clearly already eaten, and was watching the first Harry Potter movie.

“Pete?” her sleepy voice called from the other side of the couch. “You home?”

“Sorry I’m so late, uh, here,” he shoved the bouquet of flowers into her hands.

“Thanks, Peter,” (Y/N) smiled.

Peter was overly happy to see her, wearing sweatpants that were definitely his, his oversized black sweatshirt that was nearly ten times too big on her, and her hand mussed up.

“How was the city? Free of crime? Everyone okay?” she asked, placing her bouquet on the table. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Peter sighed, kissing her forehead. “I am really sorry.”

“For being late?” (Y/N) knit her eyebrows. “Pete, it’s okay, I’m used to it, it’s for a good cause.”

“No…I mean, I didn’t get you a gift…I was supposed to cook your dinner, but I messed up so much so I just ordered Chinese.”

“Oh my god,” (Y/N) frowned, pulling away from Peter and throwing her face into her hands. “I’m the worst girlfriend ever.”

“What?” Peter reached over to wrap up (Y/N) in a blanket. “What are you on about?”

“I didn’t get you anything,” (Y/N) looked back up. “I totally forgot today was Valentine’s day…I didn’t get you anything, Peter I’m so sorry.”

Peter stared at (Y/N) for a long moment, catching the slight bit of fear in her eyes. Then, he started laughing. He was laughing and he knew that that wasn’t the best reaction but it was just so funny.

“(Y/N) neither of us got each other anything, I think we can call it fair and move on,” Peter said, kissing her quickly. “C’mere, let’s cuddle and we’ll call that my gift, okay?”

“Are you sure?” (Y/N) pulled away again, grabbing Peter’s hand to play with it. “I feel really bad.”

“I have been worried all day about not getting you anything for Valentine’s day,” Peter let (Y/N) in on his panic. “But I would rather you get sleep, stay healthy, than worry about not getting me anything. You being happy is the best thing in the world.”

(Y/N) smiled, tears of relief flooding her eyes.

“Thank you. I’m so tired, Pete,” she smiled.

“Well, c’mere, let’s take a nap.”

Peter pulled (Y/N) onto his chest, laying her head on his chest and playing with her hair. Her attention was on the screen, so happy with the movie Peter had picked, but he was more focused on doing everything he could to make her fall asleep.

“I love you,” Peter whispered, kissing the top of (Y/N)’s head.

“I love you, too,” (Y/N)’s raspy voice whispered back before she placed a kiss on his shoulder. “Thank you, Peter.”

And yeah, he hadn’t got her anything for Valentine’s day, but that didn’t make him a bad boyfriend.

Tags: @thatcluelessone @ima-fucking-nerd @embrace-themagic @fireboltrose5737@whatdafricklefrackle@peeterparkr @sherlokiantheatrenerd @legit-fandom-trash @abitchformarvel

#peter parker x reader #peter x reader #parker x reader #marvel x reader #dollar valentine #softscottlang

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comeondowntosouthparkrpg-blog · 6 years

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Leopold “Butters” Stotch

hi! i think i’ve worked out that i’ve reached the activity limit with my overall replies & discord rp-ing (16 replies overall) but, if not, I’m happy to leave this in your inbox until it’s ready x

out of character info

Name/Alias: Grace Pronouns: She/Her Age: 23 Join Our Discord: Yes – already in x Timezone: GMT Activity: 8 Triggers: N/A Password: Jimmy can fast pass my ass Character that you’re applying for: Leopold “Butters” Stotch Favourite ships for your character: Butters/Kenny, Butters/Eric, Butters/Chemistry

in character info (heavy trigger warning for parental abuse and neglect throughout !!)

Full name: Leopold “Butters” Stotch Birthday: 11th September 2000 Sexuality, gender, pronouns: bisexual, male, he/him Age and grade: 17, senior.

Appearance:

Butters is cursed with eternal baby-face: chubby cheeks and big blue eyes. Even his hair is as soft and fluffy as the day he was born, with his parents making sure that he never deviates from his short-back-and-sides style by cutting it themselves every Sunday evening. That’s not the only thing that hasn’t changed; his clothing style is as sweet and standard as his middle school days – boot-cut jeans, comfortable sneakers and the teal fleece his mom bought for his 15th birthday (he’s barely grown, since). Sometimes, Butters will experiment with a graphic-tee, his favourite being his array of Hello Kitty Island Adventure merchandise, or bright coloured polo.

Butters stands at just under average height and just over average weight, with a cute bit of chub on his belly that he doesn’t think will ever go (he’s banned from visiting the gym after his dad’s bathhouse escapades). One time, his mom threatened to fatten him up so much that he’d never be able to leave, and he’s never been able to budge the extra weight, since. He doesn’t mind, though: he’s as body positive as can be, and thinks that anyone who don’t think he’s handsome ain’t looking hard enough.

Personality:

Butters is a mess, frankly, though he thinks he’s just an ordinary fella living life as anyone should: by being kind and helping others. He’s dangerously gullible and painstakingly naïve, with a generous soul even after everything he’s been through. He just wants to do right by the world, especially his friends. He has a strong sense of justice, though this can be easily manipulated to the point where he’ll believe that what’s wrong is right and what’s right is wrong. Despite often being misguided, he’ll stick by his guns and stay true to himself when the time comes. He’s got better at standing up for himself as he’s got older, too, and isn’t afraid to put his foot down and say heck no if necessary. Most days, he's very confident in his own skills and self-image, but that can all change with one comment.

His disrespect for authority is an interesting personality trait. He’ll fudge the police and tell his teachers to go suck a popsicle, but there’s two people he can’t say no to. Butters has been gaslighted his entire life, and the emotional and physical abuse he receives from his parents has led to humiliating and childlike obedience (what 18-year-old accepts being grounded for using twitter after 9pm?). When he’s caught doing wrong by his parents, all his self-confidence and cowboy-like bravado is shot to smithereens: he’s just a no good miscreant who ain’t gonna amount to nothin’, so he may as well give up on his dreams and stick to bein’ a plain ol’ nobody.

History:

Butters was born to Linda and Stephen Stotch on 11th September 2000. Ever since that fateful day, his life has been nothing but chaos and control and, though he wakes up to the sound of his own screams every night, he’s grateful for every opportunity he gets. It would be impossible to write all of his ups and downs in a couple of paragraphs, but there are two things that have really shaped Butters as a person.

One: his family. Stephen Stotch uses fear to control his son whilst his mom, Linda, is dangerously protective. Though seventeen, Butters still calls his dad ‘sir’ to his face and does what he’s told or faces severe consequences. The night that his mom asked him to stalk his father to the bathhouse changed a lot of things; he saw the internalised secrets and lies that have corrupted both of his parents and has watched them wear white-picket-fence masks in public every damn day since. He saw his dad embrace his sexuality yet treat it as a sin. He experienced his mom, breaking down, vulnerable and distressed, ready to kill her own son. Not to mention the time he was sold to Paris Hilton as a pet. Linda and Stephen Stotch are manipulative and controlling parents whose ‘love’ of their son, however much they fret over him and cover him with kisses, will never make up for the trauma instilled in him.

Two: his friends. Scrotie McBoogerballs, AWESOME-O, Good Times with Weapons, Marjorine, Casa Bonita. The list of shenanigans that Butters been apart of, and victim of, is endless. He’s been locked in a fridge, publicly shamed on television and stabbed in the eye with a shuriken, yet he still hangs out with these guys. Why? Because he was never part of the gang in kindergarten, and he’s never really had a true friend, someone who has made the effort to see what he’s been through and respect him regardless. Besides, hanging with these guys (whatever injuries and humiliation they bring to him) has given him a strength he never knew he had. He’s become a pimp, rekindled his confidence to dance, got his wiener out at school, become a best-selling novelist and, best of all, learned to say no to Eric Cartman. Not bad for a good-for-nothin’.

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For the first time in a long time, Butter’s internal sludge pile of shame and humiliation is joined by anger. He’s so gosh darn mad that he don’t care who knows it, but no-one is gonna know it, ‘cause he got no cell, no internet, and no hope’a gettin’ outta his stupid ol’ room. It’s the same ol’ story: Eric and the fellas convinced him to get a fake ID so they could get some sorta fancy alcohol for Bebe’s party tonight. Kyle said it had to be him, ‘cause he looks the oldest, and he’s the best actor outta all of ‘em. Butters ain’t sure if that’s true, but he appreciated the compliment, and it’s a bad pal that says no to a favour, especially when the entire party rested on his hands.

He got the booze, alright. And he was nice and proud of himself, until Eric said it was the wrong one. Ain’t no one wants to drink this kindergarten crap, Eric said, we’re men now, we gotta drink whiskey. Well, Butters thinks whiskey tastes like butt, and ain’t no one wants to taste butt, ‘cept maybe Kenny. He thought the blue an’ pink bottles looked cute and bubblegum is his favourite flavour, no doubt about it, but maybe he should’a followed the plan and done what he was told. Darn it all.

He was in trouble with the guys, but at least he weren’t in trouble with his mom and dad, and that meant he’d finally be able to go to a real life party, maybe show off his dancin’ skills and eat some cheese and pineapple sticks. But then they found his fake idea when doin’ their routine search’a his room, and all hell broke loose. You ain’t goin’ anwhere today, mister, they said, you’re gonna sit right here on your tushie an’ think about the consequences of identity fraud. I’m goin’ to that party, Buttons said, puttin’ his foot down. Well, that just about earned a slap around the noggin and a week without his cell, so he couldn’t even tell the fellas he weren’t comin’ tonight.

A knock on his window jolts him outta his angry pacing. He doesn’t want to look up, ‘cause he knows it’s probably Eric, comin’ over just to make fun of his current predicament and boast all about how much fun he’s gonna have tonight. Well Butters weren’t gonna have it, no sir-ee. He puts his hands on his hips and he gets ready to march right over there and give Eric a proper telling to, but then he sees it ain’t Eric, it’s Kenny, an’ he got a proper determined look on his face.

“We’re breaking you out,” Kenny says, an’ Butters ain’t gonna argue this time.

Headcanons:

Butters still plays Hello Kitty Island Adventures, but he’s also a massive animal crossing fan. Any game that lets him escape his house, have some independence, and talk to (or raise) cute animals can keep him hooked for hours. Unfortunately, his mom and dad turn the internet off at 9pm and keep his phone in their bedroom at night.

Butters keeps his sexuality a secret from his parents, and it’s no surprise why. After his mom found out about his dad’s trip to the bathhouse (subsequently attempting to murder her son) and after a gruelling (and very confusing) trip to conversion camp, Butters thought it best to hide any ‘abnormal’ feelings. Fortunately, his friends and their often open sexualities has made him feel comfortable and confident with himself, and he’s resoundingly grateful for it.

He is quietly considering his gender and what it means to be Butters. At the moment, he doesn’t think he needs to put a name to it, but it doesn’t hurt to research, and he’s ecstatic to see he isn’t the only one who doesn’t sit on one end of the binary. Though exploring the possibility of being non-binary, he’s happy to be referred to by male pronouns for now.

Butters wants to be a pre-school teacher, even after what happened to Ms. Claridge. He loves drawing and storytelling and wants to share those gifts to others, helping kids who might not be happy at home.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t think his mum will let him go as far as college without having a breakdown or threatening something real bad. Though his parents have started to treat him a little better as he’s got older, their distrust of the world around them, and of their son, has grown rapidly.

Butters works part-time at the ice cream parlour and adds something special to every sale. Most of the time he uses the wafers and chocolate chips to make little teddy bears, but his extra special treat (for people he really likes) is the unicorn uni-cone with lots of sparkles.

Butters is a wonderful artist! He loves using watercolour pencils and paint the best and though his work isn’t always the most profound (it’s usually portraits of his friends or cute animals he sees), it's always beautifully coloured and full of love.

Anything else: thank u guys 4 the opportunity

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bisexualmarvelmagnusbane · 8 years

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Please please please (pleaseeee) write a oneshot expanding on your 'Alec shows up drunk off his face on vodka and emotional' headcannon! (And feel free to expand on any others because they're amazing, but ESPECIALLY that one??)

i actually have written more about some of them! you can see them come into play in my fics on ao3. (the only that is specifically addressed in its own one shot is the “alec only likes whiskey sours” one.)

the original headcanons post is here, for the curious.

thanks for playing, anon, i wouldn’t have written this without you

there is a much better version of this now (you can still read the original below, if you wish, but i would...really recommend skipping it for the edited version -- it’s not only better, but also longer)

magnus doesn’t answer the door, because alec doesn’t knock. he just opens it, to find alec collapsing beside it in the hallway.

“alexander.” he rushes to alec, one hand going to his chest, the other to his face, wondering just how many loved ones he’s going to have to catch falling in his door. he starts to ask alec if he’s hurt when the smell of vodka overwhelms him. “oh alec,” he murmurs as alec trips over what might be an apology and the threshold, slipping in magnus’ grasp.

“i’m definitely drunk now,” alec informs him, bitter and slurred. his hands slide over magnus like he’s forgotten how to hold on. he knocks his forehead against the side of magnus’ head, a painful display of affection that makes magnus wince.

“alexander,” magnus repeats, more or less pulling alec to the nearest chair. “why are you drunk?”

alec shakes his head, face scrunched as he refuses to answer. magnus sees him regret the motion almost instantly, a hand going clumsily to his mouth as he blurts, “’m gonna–” and uses magnus as a push off point to get to the bathroom. his legs splay beneath him as he stumbles towards it; magnus comes under his shoulder to hold him up.

they drop to the floor of magnus’ bathroom when they get there, alec heaving into the toilet before magnus has even disentangled himself from him. “baby,” magnus soothes, running his fingers through the sweat-curled hair at alec’s nape as he shifts back to give alec the room he needs. “dear heart. my alec.”

alec turns towards him when it’s done and magnus sees the tear tracks on his face. his chest folds in on itself at the sight, making it hard to breathe.

“s-sorry, ’m sorry,” alec stammers, fisting his hands in magnus’ pants at the knees, begging forgiveness.

magnus releases alec’s hold with one hand, the other going to alec’s cheek. “you have nothing to be sorry for.”

alec accepts this, as only the very drunk can. he leans back against the wall. magnus magicks up a cool, damp washcloth and wipes the sweat from alec’s face with it.

“i didn’t know drunk was this bad,” he mutters from beneath it. his hands now hold his stomach. “it’s like…when i was 9.”

magnus is sure he doesn’t want to know the answer to this question, but he asks it anyway: “when you were 9?”

alec nods, winces. “food poisoning, training, new rune, all same day. didn’t want to but.” alec shrugs. “threw up on dad’s shoes. he –” he waves a hand weakly. “not happy.”

magnus puts a hand to his mouth.

“didn’t eat before new runes after that,” alec says, decisively, as though that were the obvious solution to that problem. for a moment they’re silent, alec tired and magnus horror-stricken, and then alec grabs for the toilet again, dragging himself up to rid himself of some more of his stomach’s contents. magnus lays the washcloth gently on the back of his neck.

“what happened tonight, alexander?” he asks again, when this round has passed.

alec shakes his head where it’s resting on his forearms on the seat. “don’t wanna talk about it. it was. really, really bad. jace and izzy, they, i tried to talk to them but.” he shudders. “’s all my fault.”

magnus has the sudden overwhelming urge to murder every single living being that has ever made alec feel responsible for things he’s not responsible for. to do it bloody, from the inside out. he sends a burst of magic out into his living room. it’s loud as it destroys whatever of his possessions that it hits. alec jumps.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” magnus murmurs, placing a calming hand on alec’s back. he takes a moment to calm himself as well, draws the rage out of every limb to let it sit simmering low in his stomach.

alec sits up suddenly, looking intently at magnus, like magnus is beautiful and precious and incomprehensible. he lifts gentle, shaking hands to magnus’ face, fingertips at brow and cheekbone. “you love me?” he asks. then – “shit. care, care about me? i matter to you, like you do to me?”

magnus nods, unable to speak.

“you’re sure?”

magnus swallows the emotions he’s choking on. “of course, dear heart.” he brings their faces together, hands cradling alec’s jaw. they breathe into each other’s mouths. “i’m sure. you matter, you matter to me so much, alec.”

alec nods against magnus’ forehead, his whole body going limp at the reassurance. “that’s good,” he says.

“yes,” magnus agrees softly. he takes a moment to collect himself, still forehead-to-forehead with alec. “you need to drink some water,” he says finally.

alec meets the idea with open disdain. “i’ll just–” he brings a hand up along his throat, flicking his wrist as it passes his mouth.

“you might,” magnus concedes. “but it’ll be better than throwing up stomach acid.”

alec considers this. “…prob’ly true,” he acquiesces finally. magnus magicks a glass of water for him, carefully making it just below room temperature to soothe without upsetting. alec has to grip it with both hands. magnus pushes his hair out of his eyes while he drinks.

they’re quiet then for a long time as alec nurses the water and magnus thinks that maybe the talking portion of alec’s escapade in drunkenness has passed. but alec looks at him sideways once before saying, “you know,” conspiratorially and magnus knows they’re not. “i broke a kid’s nose once.”

“oh,” magnus says, uncertain. “good for you.”

“i was also a kid,” alec clarifies, “at the time.”

magnus nods. “that does help.”

“we were training. i didn’t…really mean to break his nose; i mean i didn’t mean not to but – it was training. i was finally getting it right.” he lifts a shoulder. “he was the son of a higher-up so i got in big time trouble for it. corporal punishment trouble,” he lifts an eyebrow like what he’s saying isn’t horrifying. “lashes. back before they quit doing that.”

“how old were you?” magnus asks, anguished. his voice is shaking, but alec doesn’t notice.

alec thinks for a moment. “ten,” he says. he leans forward, smiling. “no one even knew it hurt, i couldn’t lay on my back for a week, but no one knew,” he tells magnus. magnus blanches when he realizes that he’s bragging about bearing the pain. “mom was really proud of me, cuz i never said a word the whole time.”

“oh god.” magnus feels bile rise in his throat. someone needs to save maryse lightwood’s children, he thinks, reaching for alec. and maryse from herself. and from me.

he lays a hand on alec’s cheek and alec leans into it, sighing. “i’m tired,” he says, eyes fluttering closed, and falls asleep.

magnus sighs too, lets a couple of the tears he’s been holding back roll down his face, and gently gathers alec’s long frame with magic, guiding his unconscious form to his bed.

#you came to the right place anon you surely surely did #malec #malec fanfiction #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fanfiction #this got....wildly out of hand #as these things usually do for me #k.sh.fic #Anonymous #i'm not 100% sure how i feel about this piece #i may do some editing and post it on ao3 later #we'll see

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Preferences: a gloomy Sunday

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Joji

He honestly likes when it’s raining: it makes him creative. It gets him into the mood to write some songs.

You love when Joji gets into the contemplative mood because he’s so into it that you can admire him in peace (without him giving you a cheeky remark ‘Like what you see, babe?’ that gets you all flustered. The way he bites his lips sometimes when he’s focusing, how he glances out the window from time to time, at the rain, how he sometimes stops and just stares, trying to come up with something innovative.

He’s beautiful, you can’t deny it, no matter his state. You’re falling in love with him the more you look—he gets distracted by your dreamy sighs most of the time.

“What’s wrong?” “Nothing! Continue!” you smile, though you’re more than eager to spend some special time with him.

The downside is that he mostly ignores you, too concentrated onto what he’s writing. And although you love to see him like this and that you know you can’t interrupt his creative mood.

You’re still impatient enough to try to get his attention because rainy weather tends to get boring the more it lasted. And today was a loooong day.

You loved rainy weather but there wasn’t many things you could do outside—and you couldn’t just go outside on your own. You loved Joji’s company.

“Jojiiiiii~” You didn’t like whining, but you were at your tether’s end and you wanted some action. You’d hug him from behind, nuzzling his hair.

“What is it?” He can’t ignore you—besides, he has reached a point where he was stuck and needed a break/inspiration.

“Let’s do something together, I’m bored!”

You’d end up splattered on the couch, cuddling with a load of blankets, watching some comedies or romantic movies and just laughing about everything.

The whole thing turns into a slumber party—you end up cooking something delicious, like pasta or pizza, but keeping on messing around.

You have lots of laughs—sometimes, Joji stops to write something on his notebook.

Joji loves observing you without you actually realizing it. He gets inspired by you doing stuff just because he finds you so beautiful…

After a full meal, you’d end up somewhere near the window, sitting in silence, him hugging you from behind—and simply watching the rain.

“It doesn’t stop, huh…?” you would sigh and he’d start to kiss you to distract your attention.

To emphasize the nostalgic mood of the night, you’d listen to instrumental songs, the kind that are atmospheric.

You might even have some slow and gentle sex with him somewhere you never did it before.

You and Joji would talk about stupid random ethereal shit, the kind of deep conversation that goes on for hours endlessly.

When you finally stop, you’d just sit there, covered by a blanket—and you’d eventually fall asleep.

“I love you, [name]…” He’d kiss the top of your head and take you to bed.

Basically, a nice relaxing day with nothing special happening.

In the morning, he’d sing you the song he created last night (about you) to you. ;)

Max

With Max, there’s no way you could get bored. He’s full of ideas on what to do whenever you couldn’t go outside.

His ideas are terrible. Terribly dangerous.

“It’s raining,” you’d state, sighing. “You know what this means!”

Distruction and disaster full of fun. Max is always suggesting the most awful things he could do, thinking you’re How to basic or something.

“No, Max, we’re not throwing eggs at each other again.” “Awww...”

You’d plan the whole day, from the morning to the night.

You’d start it with a delicious and sweet breakfast, feeding each other cutely. Then you’d move on to filming each other randomly while doing something stupid.

Something stupid like singing like two dimwits some old and funny songs, taking turns in doing it.

“AAAAANDDD IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIII—AAAAAAAAAAIII”. “Max, you ca safely go to a talent’s show.” “REALLY?!” he’s so hopeful, lol. “No.” “Aww...”

When you get tired of that, you’d move on to board games. Where Max always loses because you’re a winner.

“IT’S NOT FAIR, [name]!!!” “Hey, admit that you’re a sore loser!” “AM NOT!” “YOU ARE CAUSE YOU KEEP ON LOSING AT MONOPOLY EVEN IF YOU ARE STEALING FROM THE BANK, MAX!”

He’d get so upset (like a little kid) that he’d go into a corner and sulk.

“Max, come on—“ “NO!” Big sigh.

You’ll end up bribing him with kisses and sweets.

“Hey, [name], I have an idea. Let’s go outside and dance into the rain.”

Even if you KNOW this is a very bad idea that could end up with you both getting a cold, you still agree to it because you’ve got nothing better to do.

So you’d just rush like two little kids into the rain, just like that and splash into puddles. You’d get dirty as hell, but you don’t care.

You always dreamed of a kiss in the rain. But afterwards, you’d ask him to go inside because you were getting cold and your shirt was sticking to you.

Of course that after this ‘escapade’, you’d take a hot bath/shower that might or may not end up with you two having sex. (at least once THAT has to happen)

Then, after the shower, you’d get dressed into some comfy pyjamas (aka, his shirt and pants), then end up cuddling on the couch.

Ok, maybe you’d cook something for dinner first and stuff your stomach with a lot of food.

In the end, you’d both fall asleep halfway through the movie (And hopefully, you two won’t catch a cold)

Ian

He’s the only one who has a car, so you can actually go outside shopping if you’d like.

But Ian mostly doesn’t want to go; on days like these, he prefers to stay inside and sulk. It’s depressing.

And he’s getting lazy.

You’d have to drag him outside with the promise of doing whatever he wanted later. “COME ON, IAAAAN!! I’m bored!” “It’s nasty outside, no.” “I’ll walk Medina and Silvio for the rest of the week.” “Done. Where are we going?”

So you’d go out to a random cafe, maybe like somewhere quiet with tea and books. You’d spend some time there, each minding their own business.

“Let’s get something to eat, I’m hungry.” One of you would finally suggest.

Friendly trip in the car as you’re waiting in traffic, the rain pouring down on the hood of Ian’s jeep and just listening to music. LOUD.

You’d be the one singing and trying to pull Ian into your own energetic mood. It might work because he loves when you’re smiling. He’d start to act like an idiot, moving around on the rhythm of your singing and totally getting honked by the other drivers behind him when he’s not paying attention.

You’d order lots of food at the restaurant and take your time eating it because neither of you want to get out in the rain and shitty weather anymore.

You probably end up throwing French fries into each other’s mouth and totally miss, making a mess out of the place.

You go back home and would immediately get bored, out of ideas on what to do. You’re tired of playing with Ian’s dogs soon enough.

You’d probably end up helping him do a video, in that creepy basement of his.

Heck, you might even spice things up and end up having a quickie there.

Then, after you clean yourselves, you’d get dressed in comfy clothes (he adores it when you wear his shirts).

“Dude, let’s get drunk.” Well, at least you’ll try, anyway.

But no, you’re both going to end up in a tipsy kind of state. On the floor, in front of the couch, cuddling one another, you’d confess to each other your dirtiest secrets.

You’d find everything you wanted to know about Ian, even embarrassing things—but let’s be honest, you’d probably forget most of them in the morning. (Ian would still try to act as a smartass, so it’s going to be tricky to actually get what he meant—but he unwillingly gives himself away).

“Ian, let’s go outside in the rain…” you’d smile, daring him—but he doesn’t buy it, despite being drunk. “Are you nuts? You’re gonna catch a cold.”

Then you’d end up playing cards and, in an attempt to make it sexier, play strip poker. You two are a mess and end up entangled in your own clothes, stumbling around and Ian trying to reposition you on your own two feet.

“Why don’t we go to bed, [name]?” Ian’s sobering up and he’s afraid of you hurting yourself, but you don’t have it, protesting that you want to show him your naughty side. This lasts for two more minutes before you feel like collapsing from exhaustion.

“Let’s go to bed, it’s late…” you’d say sleepily, planting a kiss on Ian’s soft lips. You’d kiss him a few more times after, just to enjoy the moment.

Cuddling like ther’s no tomorrow.

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