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KONOHA ELEVEN IN A ZOOM CLASS!
FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, hinata, kiba, shino, neji, rock lee, and tenten
WARNINGS: mentions of food
NARUTO
definitely has forgotten that he was unmuted multiple times
or his camera was accidentally turned on
you could just see him sprawled on his bed with a bowl of instant ramen on his lap and a blanket wrapped around himself
EARRAPE SLURPS!! rip headphone users.
sometimes he notices that his camera’s turned on and you can see him freak out and scramble to turn it off
but he accidentally unmutes himself too and so you just hear panicked yelling
his device topples to the floor with a loud crash and he screams so loud istg
the next thing you see is naruto’s face hovering over the camera in fear just before his camera turns off and he’s muted again
the teacher is so confused?? naruto should i call an ambulance
but when he’s not eating in class, he’s sleeping in class
too busy sleeping to leave the zoom at the end of class so he’s always the last one left in the meeting besides the teacher
always asks sakura what happened during the zoom and she is FED UP
SAKURA
enters the waiting room 15 minutes before class is actually supposed to begin
spends the next 15 minutes rearranging her work area, making sure she’s prepared for the day
sits properly at her desk with her hair smoothed down and her face positioned perfectly in frame
if no one else has their camera on, she’s the only one with it on
seriously, she ALWAYS HAS IT ON
and she never leaves the screen somehow
diligently takes notes, uses the “raise hand” feature every two minutes to ask a question
sometimes it can get a bit annoying, even for the teacher
but she almost always gets perfect marks
acts like in angel in class, but after class... no promises, naruto!
SHIKAMARU
this man can barely stay awake during missions, so during a zoom? HECK NAH
shikamaru is literally me,, half asleep during lessons but somehow gets amazing grades
everyone’s either pissed at or envious of him (especially naruto)
obviously does not have his camera on
and rarely ever unmutes
uses the chat feature to answer the teacher’s questions but this man is basically asleep so its so incoherent
“shikamaru, what is a hyperbole?”
in chat: “a hyeprbole is a exsaggerayed phras,e”
teacher definitely thinks he’s cheating on tests
INO
either a) daydreaming about boys or b) checking herself out in the zoom camera OR c) secretly fuming at sakura’s know-it-all behavior
the two girls definitely compete to see who can raise their virtual hand first
"ahem, ahem- sensei? could i answer this question?"
her voice gets all sickly sweet and sakura HATES IT
the two of them totally got caught insulting each other in the private chat
100% the type of student to rewrite her notes after classes with various markers and colored pens and pretty fonts and patterns and whatnot
loves doodling flowers in her notebook during boring lessons!
CHOJI
another strong contender for the Loudest Student award!
not on purpose though, he just forgets that space bar = unmute, and plays some jumping game in another tab (like the no internet dino game!)
also,, rip headphone users
c r o n c h munch munch munch
are you kidding this man's chews are loud enough in person, but with a HEADSET?! hoo boy.
has conked out several times during class
just imagine the name Choji Akimichi with a profile picture of a bag of chips light up with the green box around it with a thunk
the teacher and class is so confused
but then you hear mumbles of "barbeque... chips... barbeque..."
and you realize that the man fell asleep onto his keyboard
he sleeps through the rest of class
HINATA
shy bb has never ONCE turned on her camera
the only time she's ever unmuted was to say "here" during attendance on the first day of school
if the teacher ever takes attendance again, she just uses the raise hand feature
what if naruto-kun thinks my voice is ugly? what if i accidentally turn on my camera? what if the teacher thinks i'm not paying attention? what if-
poor baby is too busy worrying about showing herself on zoom to actually pay attention
actually gets good grades though and her classmates wonder if she’s even there
her zoom pfp is definitely just a purple google “H”
KIBA
has the CUTEST zoom pfp hands down
it’s a selfie of him grinning cheerily with baby akamaru
100% has his camera on the whole time to show off his pup
he loves seeing everyone’s faces on screen melt and aww at the lil big doggo
sometimes akamaru just walks in front of the camera and blocks kiba from view and you just see a massive wall of white fur on screen LMAO
even though kiba’s muted, you can see him and akamaru bickering about who knows what
or even play fighting,, these two get into full on BRAWLS during class
just imagine akamaru shoves kiba into his desk and his camera crashes to the ground overturned so you see the ceiling and the occasional dog tail wagging in the corner
seriously, can the teacher ever catch a break with this class?
the answer is no.
SHINO
his zoom pfp is just a tick.
a singular tick
totally answers questions in chat with proper capitalization and punctuation
shikamaru’s improper answers tick him off
“A hyperbole is an expression that is greatly exaggerated. They are used in order to create emphasis.”
has never unmuted in his life either
he’s so unfazed by everything that goes down in class that it’s funny
if anything the slightest bit RELATED to bugs comes up during class, in 0.00238 seconds this man has an entire essay about them posted in chat, almost like he had it copied and READY to paste
everyone's definitely shocked that there’s actually a human listening behind a tick profile picture
NEJI
a very diligent note taker
seriously, this man writes like a printer; perfectly even handwriting that looks like a font, a million words per minute
everyone asks him for his notes after the zoom because they’re so neat (especially naruto, to neji’s dismay)
he gets excellent grades since he’s so organized and focused
just wishes the zoom would be over so he can work alone in peace
really hates unmuting so he often gives one-word answers in the chat
“Yes” “47” ���Present” “Goodbye”
has used a zoom reaction ONCE in his life and he has never wanted to crawl into a hole and perish more
it was a complete accident,, mans was just trying to open the chat to type in his answer, but in a cruel twist of fate he clicked on the 😂 reaction
and he just sat there for ten excruciating seconds in complete and utter shock and shame for ten excruciating seconds as he prayed for it to disappear
tenten would never let him live that down
ROCK LEE
Zoom Reaction Enthusiast
😂😮👍🎉❤️ 24/7
naruto accidentally unmutes himself? 😮
choji falls asleep on his keyboard? 😂
neji answers something correctly? 👍
tenten received the highest score in class? 🎉
akamaru appears on screen? ❤️
unmutes whenever he needs to, but he thinks the little emoticons are so silly and cute
otherwise, he is EXTRA FOCUSED and EXTREMELY DETERMINED to learn all of the things
he’s the first to unmute whenever the teacher asks if the class can see the screen share, hear them correctly, etc.
never takes his eyes off the screen!! he could be missing out on important information
I FEEL LIKE,, i feel like he would totally keep his camera off when he’s muted but whenever he unmutes he would also turn his camera on
so when he says a quick “yes!” his camera turns on but before his camera can adjust properly to the light he mutes and turns his camera back off so his face is just super dark for a split second LMAOOO
tell me im wrong
TENTEN
exasperated by this entire class
thinks her and neji are the only sane ones in the class and it’s true
wants to tell sakura and ino to stop competing and just focus on learning, since they’re the only other girls in the class besides hinata
plus she’s just fed up with all the lazy boys
takes great pride in passing every assignment, test, or exam with flying colors
teachers pet, but the quieter type who stays after every zoom and sends lots of emails regarding assignments and grades and whatnot (unlike sakura and ino who rub it in the teacher’s face)
doesn’t like helping other people besides neji, girl’s got a soft spot for him since they have a mutual respect for each other
but if you’re a handsome prince, maybe she’ll help you out!
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Congratulicitations on your eleventy-first follower, vod'ika!!!!!!!
For the writing asks: Runo for four hundre-- whoops sorry I went Jeporady for a minute there.
Runo + Modern AU + Imagine your OTP for six hundred, plz.
My pleasure, vod!!!
Pairing: Noah St. Claire x Ruya Lewis
Word count: 1,274
Warnings/tags: Rated G (for the giant crush Noah just got)
With the benefit of hindsight, Noah thought, the whole thing had been very badly thought out.
He’d been in class, pretending to listen to his incredibly boring teacher, and doodling in his notebook. Which was for school, obviously. If anyone looked inside, that’s what they would see. School stuff. Not drawings. However, if anyone tried to look, he’d cram one of his textbooks down their throat.
Anyways, he’d been in the middle of that when a student to his left asked a question. For whatever reason, Noah had glanced over at them, and his heart had nearly jumped out of his chest. It was a girl, around his age. She had reddish brown hair, with blonde highlights along the tips, light brown skin, and a look of curiosity in her eyes that Noah liked the look of.
He wasn’t saying that she was drop dead gorgeous, but he definitely wasn’t not saying that.
As the professor kept talking, Noah surreptitiously flipped to a new page in his notebook and started drawing, keeping his gaze on the girl. She had her chin propped on one hand as she listened, the other holding a pencil that she tapped against her desk to a rhythm Noah could swear he recognized. There was something about the slight smile she wore that was totally entrancing, and Noah concentrated fiercely on getting it right, his pencil moving quickly.
Finally, he had a rough sketch of her completed on the page in front of him-- and just in time. The bell signifying the end of the class rang, and Noah got to his feet, closing his notebook and wondering how he was supposed to survive a few more hours of monotony.
He took a step forward, and crashed straight into the girl, who’d just leapt to her feet. Both of their books and notebooks went flying, and she let out a gasp. “Oh-- I’m sorry, I didn’t see you--”
“You’re good, it’s on me,” Noah assured her, quickly scrambling to pick up some of the books she’d dropped and wondering what on earth was up with him today. Usually, he’d just shoot the perpetrator a glare, pick up his stuff, and keep moving. And yet, he found himself handing the girl her a few notebooks as she shot him a quick smile.
The smile was enough to make his heart rate double, and he stood stock still as the girl shoved her books and notebooks into her bag and headed for the door. Finally, Noah shook himself out of his daze and glanced down at his notebook, which he was still holding.
Except that he wasn’t. In his hand was the spiral bound green notebook that he used for actual notes. It also looked nothing like the brown leather book he carried with him everywhere. What-- how-- Noah flashed back to a few minutes earlier, when he’d handed a few notebooks to the girl, completely unaware of his actions.
And one of them had been his. Which had a sketch of her in it.
Oh, CRAP. Indulging in a few more venomous curses, Noah bolted out of the classroom, barely stopping to scoop up his books before he raced down the hall, scanning for any sign of the girl.
To his relief, he finally spotted her heading out of the building, probably towards her next class. Which is nowhere near mine, Noah realized with a groan. Well, he was failing math anyways. May as well double down and skip class to avoid a lifetime of embarrassment. He headed after the girl, wondering how the heck he was supposed to broach this conversation.
At first, she didn’t seem to notice him behind her. This did not last long, because Noah was neither short nor remotely subtle, and he’d cultivated his “mess with me and you will regret it” vibes too long to give them up for a little bit of embarrassing subterfuge. She glanced back at him at one point, and Noah instantly pretended to be absorbed in one of his textbooks without really reading a word of the text, loitering next to the wall.
After a few seconds, he peeked over the top, and she was still there, hands on her hips, an unamused expression on her face. “Why are you following me?” she asked.
“...I’m not?”
“This isn’t the way to your class, because I’d know if I’d seen you there before,” she said. “Also, you’re reading that textbook upside down.”
“Huh?” Noah looked at it, and realized that it was, in fact, upside down. “Uh… I like to do that?”
“Not convincing. Tell me what you’re doing or I’ll call security.”
“Whoa, whoa-- please don’t do that.” Sticking the textbook under his arm, Noah braced himself, then said, “You have my sketchbook.”
The girl’s eyebrow shot up. “What?”
“When I bumped into you earlier, I accidentally handed you my notebook with your stuff,” Noah said, praying no one else was hearing this conversation.
Frowning, the girl asked, “Then why didn’t you ask for it back?”
“Um. Reasons.” He saw her skeptical expression and sighed. “There’s… maybe kinda a picture in there that I didn’t exactly want y-- anyone to see.”
The hostility in her expression faded, and the girl started digging through her bookbag, saying, “Okay. But I’m definitely looking.”
“What?” Alarm flooded through Noah. “Why?”
“I want to make sure you’re not just some creeper who’s using this as a dumb excuse,” she explained, which made sense. “And I’m also very curious.”
This could go well. “Maybe don’t--” Noah started, but she’d found his sketchbook and flipped it open to the most recent page before he could finish his sentence.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment she didn’t speak. Noah was desperately trying to figure out what to say when she said, “This is… really good.”
Hmm. Unexpected, Noah thought. “Thanks?” he said cautiously.
“I mean, it’s a little weird that you started drawing me when you don’t even know me,” she said, handing him back the notebook. “But I’m gonna choose to be complimented.”
Exhaling, Noah tucked the notebook under his arm, and shot her a quick smile. “Well, there’s one way to fix that,” he said. “I’m Noah St. Claire.”
Returning his smile, the girl said, “Ruya Lewis.”
Noah felt his heart beat a little faster at the smile, and managed to keep his expression nonchalant. “Nice to meet you, Ruya,” he said.
“You, too,” Ruya told him. “Although I have to ask-- do you meet every girl you know by stalking them after you’ve drawn them?”
“Well, you didn’t exactly give me much of a choice when it came to drawing you,” Noah said, feeling his grin turn into a smirk. “Not with that Mona Lisa smile of yours.”
Ruya’s eyes widened again, and to Noah’s delight, she turned slightly red. “Okay, charmer,” she said, grinning. “Why don’t you let me get to class, and I’ll talk to you later.”
“How do you plan on finding me?” Noah protested.
“Oh, it’ll be easy. Everyone knows about the infamous Noah St. Claire, who got suspended in the first week of college because he punched out a professor,” Ruya said, smirking.
Whoops. He’d honestly forgotten about that. “Don’t let my reputation scare you off,” Noah told her, and she laughed.
“Duly noted. Uh, you should probably get going-- aren’t you late for class?”
Noah glanced at his watch and discovered that he was, in fact, nearly late. “Worth it,” he said, flashing her a grin, and then bolted down the hallway as fast as his feet could carry him, hearing Ruya’s laugh behind him.
#noah st. claire#ruya st. claire#runo#111 followers celebration#accidental-spice#the silver eye#the silver eye webcomic#the silver eye fan fic#runo fan fic#modern!au#college au#they're both med students and they're total simps for each other#this was my first time writing them so i hope i did them justice!#fyi the other fics are coming i just haven't finished them yet#i'm getting there though!#it was dope. the end
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I got this idea while doodling the Conductor (I don't know if this is a drabble request or not I just HAD to share this idea) But What if on top of being half fire spirit and having fire powers, the Conductor Also has claws and when he gets stressed or board he uses a scratching board like a cat. What if shortly after learning about his Fire powers and having a crisis Grooves finds out he uses a scratching board and has to take another moment to process the new info. Con just thinks it's normal.
Thank you for the request! I had to deem it one because I really wanted to write it because it’s DiscoTrain and fire magic Conductor.
Fire and Claws
“I-it won’t light,” the owl said as he looked up from his attempts to set the pile of wood on fire. “I think the wood might be damp.”
Grooves sighed. It wasn’t even halfway through the day yet and things were already falling apart. All they wanted as a darn campfire scene but everything was breaking. First the monster had broken and needed repairing on top of the actor controlling it being late, now the firewood was damp. And if it was damp the rest of it probably was too because what little they had, they kept stored all in the same place in the basement. Meaning they had to send someone out to get a fresh bundle from the store. Which would take an hour at least.
“You’re pecking incompetent,” the Conductor growled as he stood up. “Let me do it.”
“Conductor darling,” Grooves said, “How many times have I told you not to swear at the actors or set people? It’s not his fault. And if the wood is damp, I doubt you could light it any better than he can.”
The Conductor ignored him as he marched over to the unlit campfire, the owl kneeling besides now cowering as he held up the box of matches he’d been using to try to start a fire. The Conductor didn’t take it though, instead he put his hand over the firepit and snapped his fingers. Suddenly a fire blazed to life, engulfing the damp wood as if it were dry as a desert. He then marched back over to sit beside Grooves again as if whatever he’d just done was no big deal.
“What the peck you all looking at?” he snapped breaking the silence that had come with his stunt or whatever it was with the campfire.
“Uh… we’re looking at you because… what the heck was that?” Grooves asked, unable to stop staring himself because honestly what was that?
“You mean the fire? You peck-necks seriously have never seen fire magic before?”
“Con darling, I as well as I’m sure many of the fine people here have seen it before but not from you. And some of us have known you for a very long time and are only just now finding out that you have… fire magic?” Grooves had known him probably longer than anyone else currently alive. How was it even possible that he hadn’t found this out before? “Is that it? Do you seriously have fire magic? Really?”
“Yes. It’s not my fault you didn’t know, I use it whenever I need it. Now everyone stop gawking and get the peck to your proper places. The fire’s pecking lit so you don’t have any more excuses to be standing around.”
From there, the Conductor took the lead in directing the scene because Grooves was a bit too distracted. How was it possible for him to not know the Conductor had fire magic? And how did he have it? What was he? Grooves had idly wondered that a few times because he was not any kind of bird Grooves had ever seen before but had determined it didn’t matter. And it still didn’t but… was he even a bird at all? Maybe he was a phoenix? Feathered dragons were supposedly a very rare thing, right? Maybe that’s what the Conductor was? Or maybe he was half bird, half something with fire magic? Like half fire spirit perhaps? The most common being with fire magic. But made of fire, could they even reproduce with a flesh being? There were also a number of other beings that the Conductor might be related to that would give him fire magic. It was impossible to know what the answer might be.
Grooves wanted to know more, no, he needed to. It was fascinating but befuddling mystery. He’d always found the Conductor an interesting fellow but now he was even more so. Asking him for more info might lead nowhere but they were friends now, working together on movies, so it might lead somewhere too. Grooves couldn’t know unless he asked. Which he probably shouldn’t do while they were working, they had to get this scene filmed. And it’d be better as a more private conversation.
So he eagerly waited until lunch break finally rolled around. He ate as quick as he could without it looking like he was trying to hurry before heading to the Conductor’s dressing room. He let himself in because the Conductor had said he didn’t care if he came in as long as the door was unlocked, which it was.
Inside, the Conductor was standing with his back to the door, facing the rear wall. He’d propped something up against the wall, a… board of some sort? It had a weird texture to it and… the Conductor ran both hands down it, making an uncomfortable sound. It was very odd and the Conductor repeated the action. It seemed to be something he was just doing. But what was it and why was he doing it?
“Uh… what is that?” Grooves asked instead of giving the greeting he’d been planning on because he was confronted with something new about the Conductor for the second time that day.
The Conductor turned to face him. “It’s me scratching board. What else would it be?”
“Uh… I don’t know. I’ve never seen one before.” And he certainly never would’ve thought he’d see one for the first time under these circumstances. “But… why do you have one?”
“Because you made me quit drinking so much. What else am I supposed to pecking doing when I’m stressed out, sit around and twiddle me thumbs the way you seem to do?”
Grooves could tell him that that’s not what he did when stressed but honestly, he was still trying to come to terms with the fact that using a scratching board was apparently just a normal natural thing for the Conductor. Which would’ve been only mildly odd if it wasn’t also paired with the fire magic. Really, Grooves had learned more about the Conductor today than he had in a long time. Stuff that wasn’t new either, just new to him because he’d somehow never seen the Conductor use fire magic or scratch a scratching board before today. It left him with more questions and a deeper fascination. He was going to get to the bottom of this for sure.
For this drabble event.
#My Writing#Ahit#A hat in time#DiscoTrain#the conductor/dj grooves#fire magic Conductor#clawed Conductor
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Hold Me By Both Hands: Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.
Chapter 4 | Chapter 6 | AO3 link
“Nino, Sabrina, and Kim,” Ms Bustier calls.
“What?” Chloé snaps. “Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! Everyone knows that Sabrina and I always work together!”
“Well, I thought that it could be fun to assign you group members for this exercise that you might not ordinarily work with,” Ms Bustier says. “Our next group will be Adrien –”
Marinette crosses her fingers.
“– Lila, and Marinette.”
Yes! Finally, Marinette’s put in a group with Adrien! Even the fact that their third member is Lila, who’s shown a definite interest in Adrien, isn’t enough to taint her sheer elation.
“And that leaves Juleka, Max, and Chloé,” Ms Bustier says. “Now, I’ll assign you all your English exercises, and the first group to successfully complete all of them will get a little sweet treat!”
Everyone immediately starts shuffling around to form their groups. Since they’re only sitting a desk apart, Marinette and Adrien wait for Lila to come down to them from the back.
“I’m so happy that I’m working with you two!” Lila says, sliding into Nino’s vacated seat. Drat, why didn’t Marinette think to take that seat first? “And it’s so great to finally talk to you for real, Adrien! I haven’t gotten the chance to introduce myself since last week. I’m Lila!”
“Nice to officially meet you!” Adrien shakes Lila’s hand, then turns to Marinette. “The bench is wide enough for all three of us, Marinette. Why don’t you come sit down here? It’ll be easier to work together that way.”
“What a great idea!” Lila rests her hand on Adrien’s arm. “You’re so considerate, Adrien!”
Adrien’s inviting Marinette to sit with him? And Lila, sure, but with him? Marinette practically floats down to his table, where he shuffles over so that she can slip onto the end of the bench and he’s sandwiched between her and Lila. Oh. Gosh. She’s touching his arm. His warm skin! This is a dream come true!
“Exercise first what?” she babbles. “I mean – what’s our first exercise?”
Adrien pulls his worksheet towards him. “We have to translate these sentences into English.”
“Oh, this’ll be easy!” Lila says. “I studied English at Harvard when we were in America! Of course, they don’t accept children, but one of the professors just took such a liking to me that he simply had to teach me!”
Marinette’s eye twitches. Again with the lies! What’s this girl’s problem? At least Adrien looks just as disbelieving, if only politer about it.
“How about you do this first set of exercises, then?” Adrien says. “Marinette and I can work on translating these English sentences into French in the meantime.”
“Oh!” Lila’s eyes widen. “I’m so sorry, I really would, but I sprained my wrist the other day! You know, when Alya took me to watch the fight against Green Giant! I can’t write in case I make it worse…I’m ever so grateful that I was partnered with you, Adrien!”
“But your wrist was fine just before! And Miraculous Ladybug fixes everything!” Marinette says. No way is Lila getting her claws into Adrien! That niceness last week really had been an act!
“I…didn’t want to ask for help,” Lila sighs, drooping. “I was afraid to inconvenience anyone. But since we have to do these worksheets together, I thought…no, it’s okay. I understand if I’m being too troublesome.”
“That’s not what I said at all!” Marinette resists the urge to slam her forehead into the table.
“Um –” Adrien tries to say.
“In fact, it might be better if I just work by myself,” Lila continues. “You and Adrien seem like such good friends…I’d hate to come between you –”
“I didn’t say that!” Marinette says. “You don’t have to work by yourself!”
“I’m sure Marinette’s just concerned for you and wants to make sure she’s got the information right,” Adrien says with a pacifying smile.
“Oh!” Lila beams. “That’s so considerate of you, Marinette! Would you mind filling out my worksheet for me? Only if you’re okay with it, of course!”
What can Marinette do? If she says yes, Lila wins. But if she says no, she looks like a raging bitch in front of Adrien! Eventually deciding that it’s better in the long run to give Lila this little victory, Marinette pastes on her sweetest smile and pulls Lila’s worksheet towards her.
“I think this sentence says, “I would like to buy a pair of blue pants”,” Adrien says, frowning down at his sheet. “But my professional lessons are in Mandarin, not English, so I’m pretty useless here.”
“You’re not useless!” Marinette says immediately. “You’re pretty – uh, good at anything you put your mind to!”
“Marinette’s right,” Lila says, shifting so that she’s snuggling into Adrien’s side. He automatically leans away and straight into Marinette, whose heart spontaneously combusts in her chest. “Someone as smart as you couldn’t possibly be useless!”
“Um…thanks,” Adrien says. “Marinette, what do you think the next sentence is?”
“Your eyes are forest green,” Marinette sighs. Her insides chill when she realises what she’d just said. “I – ah, I mean – your dress is green!”
“Hey, that’s right!” Adrien writes out the sentence in his gorgeous handwriting. “Good job, Marinette!”
“Yank thou – um, thank you!”
“Marinette is right, though,” Lila says, resting her chin on her ‘un-sprained’ hand. “Your eyes really are such a gorgeous shade of green.”
“Thanks.” Adrien once again shifts away from Lila. “I think this third sentence is –”
“And your hair is so golden!” Lila continues. “Oro come il sole!”
The nerve of this bitch! Can’t she see that Adrien’s clearly uncomfortable with her touching him? And Marinette was here first, so how dare Lila just barge in and –
Marinette freezes. What is she thinking? Why on earth is she treating Adrien like some possession that she’s entitled to? Is she really that…fixated on him? The realisation is like icy water straight to her insides. She’s fighting over a boy! And sure, Lila’s totally a liar, but it’s not like that’s the only reason why Marinette dislikes her…
“Marinette?” Adrien says. Marinette blinks and looks up from her worksheet, where she’s been absently doodling her signature flowers on the side of the paper. “Are you alright?”
“I hope I didn’t upset you in some way!” Lila seems to feel the need to add.
“You honestly didn’t,” Marinette says with a weak smile. “I just…got lost in thought, I guess. English has never been my best subject.”
“Well, it’s lucky that you’ve got me working with you, isn’t it?” Lila says brightly.
“What’s this next sentence, then?” Adrien says with a friendly enough smile. “Marinette and I have each translated one, so it’s your turn.”
“Oh…gosh, I wish I could help, but I think my dyslexia is flaring up!” Lila says. “I’m so sorry, you must think I’m such an awful burden –”
“Not at all!” Marinette says, resisting the urge to slam her head against a brick wall. Or at least the desk. “You’ve been in class for a week and you haven’t told anyone? How have you been coping? Surely you must need help? As the class representative, it’s my duty to take care of these kinds of things!”
“Oh – I wouldn’t want to impose…” Lila says. “But if there was someone who could help me…” She bats her eyelids at Adrien. “Someone really smart…”
“Of course!” Adrien says. Lila’s face lights up, while Marinette tries – and fails – to squash the mild nausea in her gut because no, she’s not a bad person and she won’t sink to the level of some possessive, entitled weirdo! “Max is super smart, so I’m sure he’d help you if you asked!”
Lila’s face falls quicker than a superhero on the Eiffel Tower. “Oh – yes, I suppose, but I don’t know him very well and I wouldn’t want to –”
“Oh, Max is so approachable!” Adrien says. “He wouldn’t mind at all! I’d offer to help you but between my fencing and my Mandarin lessons and everything else, I don’t think I’d have the time. You deserve better than an unreliable tutor.”
Ha. Okay, so Marinette’s trying her best to not be jealous, but it really is satisfying to see the way Lila’s face twists as she tries to suppress her displeasure.
“I appreciate your concern, Adrien,” Lila says with a smile that, to her credit, is pretty well-faked. “I just might ask Max at lunch.”
“Great!” Adrien says, then smooths out his worksheet. “Quick, let’s get these done! I haven’t had sweets in –”
“Finished!” Max slams his worksheet down. How the heck his group finished first, especially with Chloé refusing to lift a finger, is beyond Marinette. All she knows is that the look of disappointment on Adrien’s face simply cannot be allowed to exist. Purely by instinct, she rummages in her purse for one of the cookies that she keeps for Tikki.
“Here!” she says, presenting it to Adrien as Ms Bustier awards Max, Juleka, and Chloé their little wrapped chocolates. “We may not have won, but you still get a sweet treat!”
Adrien’s smile is as bright as the sun when he accepts the cookie. “Thank you, Marinette! Freshly baked?”
“This morning!” Marinette says. Adrien immediately bites into the cookie and moans, and Marinette’s forced to look away to prevent him from seeing her undoubtedly scarlet face.
Man, she’s got some serious thinking to do when she gets home.
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“You’ve been doing that for half an hour now,” Tikki says as Marinette just lies face-down on her bed, face making a permanent imprint in her pillow. “What’s got you so upset?”
Marinette doesn’t answer at first. It’s odd; she’d thought she’d be a hysterical mess, shrieking and pacing and tearing her hair out as she tries to sort out everything currently battering her brain. Instead, she’s deathly silent, just trying to suffocate herself in her pillow to escape her own mind.
“Nothing…” Marinette rolls onto her side so that she can speak actual words instead of pillow-muffled mumbles. “I’m just completely re-evaluating my life.”
“Is this about class today?” Tikki says. “Lila did seem very –”
“No, it’s not about Lila,” Marinette says. “It’s about me. Seeing how I was acting around Adrien because of Lila…it just made me realise how fixated I can be. I just…” She blinks rapidly to dispel the stinging in her eyes, though she’s unsuccessful. “I feel like so much of what I do is because of Adrien. I entered that game tournament because he did, even if I won fair and square and I genuinely enjoyed it – I always ‘happen’ to be around when he’s doing his photoshoots – Tikki, what normal girl does all this? I even stole his phone because of an embarrassing voicemail!”
“And you only deleted the voicemail,” Tikki says. “You didn’t snoop. It wasn’t right to take his phone in the first place, but a true stalker would have gone through everything to get all the information they could about him! You were scared of being embarrassed, not trying to creep on him.”
“I still took his phone,” Marinette says. “Do I even really like him? Or am I just so wrapped up in this crush I’ve got on him that I don’t even know?”
“Well, what do you know about him?” Tikki says, and oh boy, getting Marinette to talk about Adrien is most definitely a sure-fire way to get her to not shut up.
“I know how much it meant to him to think that the scarf I knitted was from his father,” she says. “I know when it’s Adrien the model smiling and when it’s Adrien Agreste smiling. I know that he likes video games and he feels so lonely because he misses his mother and his father treats him like – like – gah, I can’t even think of the word! I know how much he hates all the public attention he gets and how everyone throws themselves all over him. I’ve seen how uncomfortable he gets when girls cling to him!”
“Does that sound like a stalker?” Tikki says when Marinette pauses for breath. “Or does that sound like someone who cares deeply for their friend, who they happen to have a crush on?”
“But you don’t get it! I was so possessive over him today! Lila was touching him and sure, I was annoyed that he was uncomfortable, because I’m so sick of people grabbing him and treating him like he’s a toy or something, but I was also jealous! I literally thought that she had no right because I was here first! I called her a bitch in my head!”
“Mhm,” Tikki says. “And clearly you’re not a bad person, or you wouldn’t be agonising over this right now.”
Marinette just blinks at her.
“I’m thousands of years old,” Tikki says. “I’ve seen a lot of creepy and bad people, and you’re neither of them! You’re just a normal teenage girl who happens to get enthusiastic about her crush and hates it when people put their hands all over him. If you were really a stalker, you’d have taken credit for that scarf to gain his attention. You wouldn’t have let Manon be in that photoshoot with him. You would have gone through his phone when you had it. You wouldn’t have tried to step down and let Max play in the tournament. You’d constantly be touching him and invading his personal space like Chloé and Lila do. You wouldn’t have gotten the whole class involved in a protest so that he could come back to school! You’ve made mistakes, yes, but you’ve realised that you were wrong, and you tried to better yourself! That’s what makes you a good person, Marinette.”
Marinette can’t help but smile at her tiny friend. “Thanks, Tikki. How do you do that?”
“I’m an ancient, wise being,” Tikki says playfully.
“You got the ancient part right,” Marinette teases. Tikki pokes her tiny tongue out.
“So, what do you plan on doing about your crush?” Tikki says.
“Well, I can’t just forget about my feelings,” Marinette says. “I wish it was that easy.”
“Who says you have to forget about them?” Tikki says. “Chat Noir has feelings for Ladybug –”
“So he claims.”
“– and he never stumbles over his words with you.”
“He’s Chat Noir,” Marinette says. “He’s not awkward, clumsy, hot-mess Marinette.”
“Stop that right now!” Tikki’s azure eyes blaze as she rests her tiny hands on her tiny hips. “Stop putting yourself down, Marinette! Ladybug is smart, confident, talented, brave, and always driven to do the right thing. And you are Ladybug, therefore you’re all of those things too!”
“Only behind the mask.”
“You were chosen to be Ladybug because you’re all of those things,” Tikki says. “Your mask makes it easier for you to openly display those qualities, but you have them even as Marinette. You certainly weren’t behind Ladybug’s mask when you proved yourself to Master Fu.”
“All I did was help him across the road.” Why is Marinette fighting against Tikki’s words so much? Maybe it’s because every time she tries to be confident about herself, she’s smacked back down, whether by Chloé or something else. “Are you saying that he would’ve given you to any old person who helped someone across the road?”
“You didn’t just help him across the road,” Tikki says. “You put your life in danger when no one else would. You saw how everyone froze and stood there! And you sacrificed the macarons your father made when it would have been easy to worry about your own problems and how you were negatively impacted. Master Fu told me all about it when he was informing me of who my holder would be. He saw that you had the potential to be Ladybug, and you proved it when you saved Alya and defeated Stoneheart! Yes, he might have given the earrings to anyone who helped him, but you’re that someone who helped him when it would’ve been easier to look the other way. You’re that one who jumped into action rather than panic, which is essential in a superhero. And you’re the one who’s made Ladybug into who she is. Every Ladybug I’ve ever had is different because it’s the holder who makes the hero, not the other way around.”
Something warm blossoms in Marinette’s chest, and she smiles and draws Tikki in for a hug. “Thank you, Tikki. You do always know what to say.”
“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t the truth,” Tikki says. “You’re smart, confident, talented, brave, and you always do the right thing because that’s who Marinette Dupain-Cheng is!”
“You’re right!” Marinette says. “I’m Marinette! I can do anything if I put my mind to it!”
“Including talking to Adrien normally!” Tikki says. Marinette promptly wilts.
“Y-Yeah…”
“Remember everything you just told me about Adrien. You don’t act anything like his other fans, and you don’t hang off him like Chloé and Lila do,” Tikki says. “You know things about the true Adrien that only his family and friends really know. I personally don’t think you put him on a pedestal. You’re a teen girl with a crush and when your crush is famous, there’s bound to be at least some influence from his public image. Especially when you’re around other teen girls who are fans.”
Marinette’s eyes sting with tears she tries to hold back, because Tikki is the one of the best things that’s ever happened to her and she doesn’t know what she’d do without her wise little friend. “Thanks, Tikki. But…how do I do this? I can’t just flip a switch! What if I never stop acting like a goof and he never notices me and he falls in love with someone else and –”
“Marinette!” Tikki says loudly, stopping Marinette in her tracks. “Adrien’s your friend. And you don’t have much of a chance with him if you can’t even talk to him, do you? Even if you did become his girlfriend, how could you date someone you can barely talk to?”
“You’re right,” Marinette mumbles. “I should just accept the fact that I’ve got no chance with him.”
“Is it really that important to be his girlfriend?” Tikki says. “Is romance really that much more important than friendship? You and Chat Noir trust each other with your lives and you’re not a couple. And of all the Ladybugs I’ve served, many of them never even kissed their Black Cat, but they still had a friendship as close as the relationship between the ones who did marry each other. Friendship is just as beautiful as romance.”
“I never even thought of it that way,” Marinette says, blinking at her kwami friend. Tikki’s totally right! Alya is easily one of the closest people in her life and there’s nothing romantic between them. Marinette would do anything for Alya. Would that relationship really lose its importance if she ever got together with someone? Would that someone really become more important than Alya purely because of the romance?
“Of course you didn’t, silly,” Tikki says with a small grin. “Humans are so obsessed with romance that I’m not surprised you’d see it as the most important thing ever.”
“Maybe being friends with Adrien isn’t such a bad thing,” Marinette says firmly, although whether she’s trying to convince herself or Tikki, she’s got no idea. “I’ve got more of a chance of having a close relationship with him if I’m his friend rather than stammering and sneaking around to watch him and “conveniently” run into him. And if we do ever get together, at least I can say that it’s built on friendship.”
“Exactly,” Tikki agrees. “You don’t have to stress over trying to get rid of your crush. Just focus on interacting normally with him instead of trying to ask him out, because you always seem to be able to string together more than two words when you’ve forgotten about asking him out. So, how are you going to do this? You enjoyed playing video games with Adrien, didn’t you? Maybe invite him over again!”
“Maybe,” Marinette says, although she’s not sure she’s ready for Adrien to see her true competitive side yet. She hadn’t gone too hard on him last time, since they’d had to work together as a team for the tournament, but there’s a reason her papa teasingly calls her a little princess when she plays multiplayer games and it’s not because of beauty or daintiness.
Her eyes land on the pictures of Adrien plastered across her wall near her computer, and she sighs and heaves herself out of bed. Tikki beams and whizzes over to her as she’s removing the pictures of model Adrien from her wall carefully so that they’re not damaged. Although she probably won’t be putting them back up, it doesn’t hurt to keep them in case she needs them as a reference when she’s designing. And really, Adrien makes the best designing reference.
Okay. Enough, Marinette!
“I’m proud of you, Marinette,” Tikki says as Marinette stashes the pictures away. “It’s super admirable that you can recognise what you need to improve on and how to work on it! That’s exactly what makes you such a great Ladybug.”
“Thanks, Tikki,” Marinette says with a wistful smile at her stack of Adrien modelling pictures. The only photos of Adrien left on her wall are those where he’s either with friends or smiling for a dorky photo: selfies from their phones, silly pictures shared between them and Alya and Nino, even the fun ones that the whole class (minus Chloé and Sabrina) had done together after Juleka had been akumatised. There’s a sense of rightness settling inside her as she examines the photos on her wall that show the real Adrien, happy with his friends, rather than Adrien the model that the world gets to see. In that moment, she knows she’s made the correct choice.
#miraculous ladybug#ml fic#aotq fic#aotq: hold me#marinette dupain-cheng#adrien agreste#lila rossi#anti-lila#ugh#tikki#marinette has some things to think about#also screw that true selves crap
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happy as a sand boy
fill for @missscatter‘s Miraith prompt list :)
Summary: There are a lot of weird ways to spend early morning on New Dawn. Mirage just never thought catching Wraith baking will be among them.
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“What are you doing?”
She jumped, and Mirage winced at a loud metal clatter followed by a splat ringing across the empty kitchen. Wraith stood in front of the counter frozen, staring at whatever horror became of his interruption.
Part of him wanted to apologize immediately because what the heck? Did that just happen? Did he just surprise Wraith-could-avoid-sniper-bullets-from-three-hundred-meters-away? The other part of him wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation because, well, maybe he’s still asleep? It is 4 in the morning after all, and that seemed to be the best explanation of what just happened—
Until he spotted a ladle flying towards him, instinctively making him duck and bump his head directly into the island table in front of him.
“Ow!”
“You deserved that.”
“No, I didn’t. Thought you heard me, I said your name twice coming in.”
The glare she’s giving him turned deadly at his answer, but she’d look more terrifying if she wasn’t…you know, red from her cheeks to the tip of her ears, dark sweater covered in flour and batter and smelling distinctively cocoa.
He rubbed his palm against his forehead, taking a quick survey across the assortment of used pots, pans, and trays before it clicks.
“You’re baking.”
The disbelief made her lips curl into a grimace. “What of it?”
“I—wh—uh—you’re actually baking?”
“No, Mirage, I’m mixing eggs and flour and hoping it suddenly turns edible.” She crossed her arms, stance guarded but there is apprehension in her eyes.
“Do you have a cooked batch? Can I have some?”
“No.”
“No you don’t have any, or no I can’t?”
“Look,” Exasperated she began, “I know you think you’re funny and I admit it has its moments, but I have to get this done perfectly in about—” her eyes darted at the wall clock above the kitchen door heading to the Mess Hall, “—an hour or so.”
Mirage shrugged, “So let me help.”
“What?” Her brows furrowed, apprehension giving away to suspicion. “Why?”
“This seems important.“ He dropped his palms on the table and nodded, “So I wanna help.”
She’s considering it. He can see the gears in her mind twist and turn, eyes shooting between the spilled batter on the counter and the mess she’s made on the table.
“Alright.”
Still he blinked in surprise. “Really?”
“Yes.” She turned her head away, picking up and handing him a piece of paper from the other end of the island table. “Here.”
The paper had Lifeline’s unruly handwriting all over it, mixed with what must be Wattson’s from several French words crossed over and replaced with common. It’s a list of ingredients and instructions, the margins doodled over by design.
“Mirage?”
“Yeah?” He answered automatically, looking back up and finding her holding a clean mixing bowl and a measuring cup. “Right. You need flour. A cup and three-quarters.”
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It’s amusing to watch Wraith focus on something other than lining up her shot. Her eyes still narrow, jaw still clenching, but this time, it’s over trying to perfect adding sifted ingredients on a mixture of butter, eggs, and sugar. Cocoa follows shortly after, and he inhaled the wafting scent as she began mixing the batter with a spatula.
"Stop staring.”
“Can’t help it. I didn’t know you had hands.”
He grinned toothily at the exasperation on her face, tapping her spatula against the tip of the bowl before mixing it again. He turned back to his share of work, stirring the pot of several melting chunks of butter over low heat.
“You’re walking around thinking I had no hands?”
“How was I supposed to know whether or not you had robotic ones?” He muttered with a shrug.
Wraith raised an eyebrow, lips quirking into a smirk, “Is that you finally admitting I have a better aim?”
“Ha, no.” He turned on his heels, pointing his spatula towards her direction. “Definitely not. Did you even see the leaderboards Wraith? I had the highest damage last Game.”
“And I was the kill leader.”
“Only because you’re great at stealing kills.”
“I was securing them. Maybe we should have a spar later just to see which one is th—stop eating the chocolates!”
Wraith lunged at the bowl he raised above his head, “I only took one!”
“One plus two others.” She hopped, actually just hopped to reach the bowl he’s now standing on the tip of his toe for, and his mind went what the fuck. He let her have it because that was fucking cute, watching her pour all of it and leave the container on the table. “Don’t let it burn.”
“Aye, aye.” He does, mixing the fudge thoroughly.
“So, did you have a bad dream again?”
The suddenness of the question sent a jolt through his stomach.
“W-what? Of course nn—of course—"
Mirage sighed, his shoulders dropping.
If there is one curious thing about their relationship, it’s exactly this: she has always been good at stripping away who Mirage is. Mirage would never walk into a kitchen and offer to help anything. Mirage would quip something borderline insulting, have her rolling her eyes or telling him to leave. But as cliché as it sounded, he…never really felt the need to pretend when it’s around her. He could act as silly or as fucking stupid as he wanted, and she still looked at him the same.
“Yeah.”
She nodded, “What was it about?”
He stared at her incredulously, “You’re seriously interested?”
“Only if you want to talk about it.”
“Well, I mean, it’s not that bad of a dream.” He rubbed a finger against his cheeks, observing Wraith pour the cake batter into a square pan and slide the container into the oven. “Just an uncomf—uncomfie one.”
“Was it about being unable to find your comb?”
He shrugged a shoulder, “Couldn’t find my styling cream actually. Dreamt I had to go into the ring with my hair like a bird nest.”
She snorted. “The horror.”
“You’re saying that now but you got shot in my dream cause of laughing too hard.”
Wraith does chuckle at that, “Is that your diabolical plan on taking the Apex Predator title?”
“Maybe.” Mirage grinned back. He added milk, brown sugar, and vanilla essence to the pot as Lifeline and Wattson’s instructions dictated, transferring it into a bowl and popping it into the refrigerator. “Wraith?”
“Hm?”
“Something happened to you. In my dream.” Leaning an arm against the counter, he half turned to her, “I dreamt we were back in King’s Canyon when the Repulsor broke. Everyone had to work together to get to the Airbase. It was insane, honestly. Bangalore and Lifeline had this rivalry thing going on, Bloodhound held six prowlers with no bullets just an axe, and Caustic helped defend the drop ship.”
“Caustic helped?”
“Yeah, I know. Should’ve been a warning sign I was dreaming. But before we could leave the island….“ He exhaled evenly, "I didn’t see you but—but I heard about it. From Gibraltar and Lifeline. They said your heart stopped.”
"Oh, so I died.”
“Wow.” He drew his head back, apalled at her nonchalance. “That’s it? That’s all the fucks I get from you?”
Wraith set down the paper sack of flour, keeping her hands behind as she walked towards him. “People die all the time Mirage, it’s not a big deal.”
“Well, it’s a big deal to me.” He couldn’t help the sudden surge of irritation. “Everything felt and looked real. I thought you would underst—”
She threw a handful of flour at him.
Mirage blinked in surprise, lips slowly falling open. It took him another second before he could comprehend that yeah, Wraith just did that. A glance at the silverware to his side showed half of his face covered in white, most importantly—
“My hair!”
Wraith snickered, “Really? That’s the first thing you think about?”
He narrowed her eyes at her and she quickly grabbed the ammunition off the table, holding the sack at her side even spilling some of it off her sweater and pants. “I don’t think so.”
But Mirage has always been a resourceful man.
Instead, he reached for the sink and pulled the wash hose off its place, pointing it at her with a hand on the switch. A cheshire grin broke slowly across his face at Wraith’s look of realization.
“Don’t you dare!”
“No, no, you see this?” He gestured to the powder covering his hair. “This is a declara—dec—delcra—war. This means war.”
“Hah. I don’t know, grey hair looks good on you,” She grinned, “old man.”
“W-what did you just call—oh game on.” He sprayed on her with a jerk on the knob, but she’s expecting it, diving quickly off view.
He grabbed an empty pot and left the faucet open, just as Wraith peeked from the other side of the table throwing another handful. He dodges barely, snatching the cocoa powder from the corner of her eye.
“We can still drink that.” She called from the other side of the table.
He turned off the faucet and placed the bowl on the middle, discreetly returning the cocoa because yeah he does want some hot chocolate later. “Should’ve thought of that before ruining my hair, sweetheart.”
“Will saying sorry make everything better?”
“Let me think,” He hummed theatrically, “Nah.”
With a flick of his fingers he toppled the bowl over, water quickly spilling to the other side—
“Hey!” Wraith yelped, jumping away.
It’s the perfect opportunity to make a break for the flour, when all of a sudden Wraith slipped. He automatically reached out to help her and he would have laughed about it, had she not used his momentum against him and brought him with her to the floor.
They landed with a grunt from Wraith, bearing the brunt of the force.
“Shit, are you okay?”
Her lids cracked open, bright ocean eyes peeking mischievously. She suddenly ran her hands on his cheeks, hair, grinning wolfishly when his eyes widened in realization.
“You sneaky little—”
Instead of bothering to push her away, he reached for the sack she had dropped, dipping both his hands and smearing the same streak across her face, neck, hair and—and she was laughing, bright and warm and carefree, the sound of it making home in his chest. It made him stop to listen because holy shit he caused that. He’s the reason for that.
Wraith caught his wrist and pinned it to his other side, locking a leg around her own and pushed him off with her core strength until she’s the one on top, watching him mutter a soft, “Unf.”
Another chuckle escaped her lip, “Sorry.”
“Are you?”
“No.”
He chuckled at her answer, then at her appearance, dark sweater now completely smudged, “I see grey hair looks good on you too, grandma.”
Wraith slid off him and rolled her eyes half heartedly, taking the half undone bun off, letting her hair cascade down her back on soft waves.
Mirage can only stare.
She’s beautiful—he’s always known that—and while he thought she’s just as breath taking with her hair neatly pinned as it is curling wildly around her powdered face, there’s just something so intimate about her allowing him this.
He wanted to kiss her
And though he knows she returns the feelings to an extent, he has no idea if quite they’re there yet, so he mustered the urge and let it go.
“You’re staring again.” She said.
The only thing he could say in reply is, “I can’t help it.”
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prompts finish here, but there’s a couple of more words right here :)
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Poison & Wine
This was requested by Anonymous.
Anon, you DMed me and let me know that the name you wanted to be used, your personality, and what genera of story you wanted (fluff + angst), and little, specific things that you’d like to see. To those who came here by chance: I recommend reading this while listening to Poison and Wine by The Civil Wars. That’s the song that was requested. ^^ Now, please enjoy!
“Dad! Dad can you help me real quick?”
Minhyuk turned around, giving his ten year old a smile. He would swear to it in court—little girls grow up too fast. Wasn’t she five years old and asking for a piggy-back ride just a couple days ago?
He knelt down to her height. “Yes, my lovely Ae-Cha? What can I do for you?”
She flashed him a grin, so similar to his own. “Can you answer some questions for me? It’s for school.”
He nodded. “Of course I can!” He picked her, playfully spinning her around before dropping her lightly on the couch. He let out a huff of air. He was really getting too old for that, but she always laughed so happily when he did it.
He supposed a little back pain was worth it. “So, what’re these questions I’m gonna be asked?” he asked, plopping down into the chair across from her. “If I answer incorrectly, are you going to arrest me?”
Ae-Cha laughed. “Of course not!” She cleared her throat, trying to put on a serious expression. Honestly, she just looked cute. “My literature teacher gave us an assignment about first loves. We’re supposed to ask an adult that we’re close to a few questions about their first love and write an essay on it.”
He tilted his head to the side. “First loves, huh? Why’d she choose that?”
She shrugged. “Ms. Kang says that first loves are important. She says that she wants people to never forget how they were first introduced to love, and she wants us kids to remember that love is different for everyone.”
He nodded slowly. “So, where you might find love isn’t exactly where I might find love, yeah?”
She snorted. “Well, obviously. You married mommy—I didn’t.”
“You couldn’t have even if you wanted to!” He stuck his tongue out at her playfully. “You weren’t even born.”
She giggled. “Yeah, yeah, whatever! Can we start yet, dad?”
He chuckled along with her. “Fine! Let’s do it.” He snapped his fingers. “First question! Hit me up!”
Ae-Cha cleared her throat again, trying to clear away any giggles that might surface. She flipped through a thin pamphlet, looking for the right question. “Do you have a first love?” she finally asked.
He nodded, a fond smile perched on his lips. “Yeah, I do.”
“What was their name?”
“Her name was Kim Chin-Sun. I just called her Sunny for short.” He snickered. “She hated it, though.”
Ae-Cha took notes furiously in her note book. Minhyuk wondered what exactly she was writing since he really hadn’t said that much. If he knew her at all, she was probably mostly doodling. She stopped and scanned for another question. “How did you two meet?” she asked.
“She was a trainee at the same time as me,” he said, leaning back. He knew this was going to be a long story. He could remember it like it was yesterday.
Minhyuk walked into the practice room, adrenaline rushing through his veins at the thought of achieving his dream. He was young and excited and maybe a little too eager. But as the days went on, he became a little less eager. His smiles became a little less genuine.
Though, that tends to be what happens when people tell you that you’re not good enough. That you were just a pretty face, untalented. That you wouldn’t make it.
No one noticed his pain. Or maybe no one cared. Maybe even she didn’t, but she still reached out to him, for whatever reason that may be.
He could remember the scene clearly: him sitting in the corner before anyone else had arrived, back pressed against the mirror, knees pulled to his chest. He’d been trying to fight it for about an hour, the tears he felt welling up in his eyes.
“Crap,” he mumbled, blinking a few times, trying to keep the salty nuisances at bay. He fanned his hot cheeks. “Curse you, Lee Minhyuk,” he scolded himself, “you cry too easily.” Just then, he felt something hit his head. His eyebrows knit together in confusion. He looked down.
A flower.
He rolled his eyes. Oh, great. Now someone was throwing stuff at him.
He glanced around for the culprit. Finally, his eyes landed on a girl, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed casually. “Hey,” she said simply.
He held up the flower, shaking it at her in irritation. “Why’d you do that?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Because flowers are attracted to sunlight.”
Yeah, that was definitely a first meeting he would never forget.
“Wow!” Ae-Cha laughed. “That’s really how you met?”
He nodded, laughing a little himself. “Yup. Odd as it sounds, it is.”
“She sounds goofy. Anyway,” she said, flipping a page in her notebook, “next question! Did you fall in love with her when you first saw her?” Her eyes shimmered. “Like the princes and princesses in the stories?”
He pondered it for a moment, tapping his thighs thoughtfully. “No, actually. I didn’t. Believe me, she was a princess, but I thought she was really weird princess.” He flashed her a wink. “But I was definitely a prince, so it was bound to happen at some point.”
Ae-Cha smiled at the answer. She liked learning new things about her dad. “When did you fall in love with the princess from your company?”
“It was really slowly,” he said after a pause. “I don’t think I even realized it, I just kind of fell into loving her. We started holding hands while going to get ramen, or we would share scarfs when it was cold, or we would text each other to make sure we got somewhere safely, or we would link pinkies while the dance instructors weren’t looking.” He chuckled at the memories. They remained just as bright and beautiful as the days they were made.
Though, they were more painful to think about now.
The girl tapped her fingers, trying to think up a good question. “Daddy?” He hummed in response. “Did she love you?”
He sucked in a long breath. “I think she did.”
“You think?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I think so. You see, we never officially agreed that we were in love, and since we both realized our feelings too late, most of our time was spent denying we were dating or that we liked each other when people asked. We pulled the: ‘We’re just friends’ card.”
She tilted her head. “Why’d you lie, daddy?”
“Well, it wasn’t a lie at first, sweetie,” he said with a shrug. “We really didn’t like each like that, at first. We got on each other’s nerves and we argued about the smallest things and we annoyed the heck out of each, but there was more to it than that. Even after all the times we made each other mad or upset, we always found a way to forgive each other, even when we didn’t feel worthy of forgiveness.
We were there to comfort each other during our lows and we were there to cheer for each other during our highs. We had lots of inside jokes that only we would laugh at, and we’d talk about our dreams well into the night. We shared secrets and we knew all the little meaningless details about each other, down to our favorite flavors of ice cream.”
He leaned forward to whisper to his daughter, like it was some grand secret. “Her’s was Pistachio, so I always teased her about having an old man trapped in her body.”
Ae-Cha giggled. “She sounds fun.”
He smiled nostalgically. “She was fun.” He cleared his throat. “Do the next question!”
She scanned her papers. “How long has it been since you’ve seen your first love?”
He shrugged. “Years and years, baby, I’m not sure.” That was a lie. He knew exactly how long it’d been.
“What’s one of your funniest memories of your first love?” she read off.
He hummed thoughtfully. “Hmm... That would be,” he started, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment at the memory, “when I gave her a bloody nose.”
Ae-Cha’s jaw dropped. “You did what?”
“It was an accident!” he whined, covering his eyes. “During practice, I elbowed her in the nose.” He gave a wistful sigh. “I apologized so much that day, but she just laughed at me.”
It was really funny, though. He looked back on it whenever he needed to laugh.
“Sunny—I’m so sorry,” Minhyuk repeated for the umpteenth time, handing her a tissue.
“Dude, I already told you,” she said through her laughter, “it’s all good.” She grabbed the tissue from him. “You’re so clumsy.”
He groaned, hiding his face in his hoodie. “I said I’m sorry!”
“And I forgave you!” she giggled. She held up the bloodied tissue. “You see? I’m all good.”
He cringed away from her. “Please don’t shove that grossness in my face.”
She got an impish glow in her eyes. “Oh, yeah? You a little creeped out by it?”
He held up a finger. “Ah-ah! Don’t even think about it!” he said.
“Are you seriously wagging a finger at me? You don’t even know what I’m gonna do!” She started standing up.
He dashed away from her. “Yeah, I do! You’re gonna throw it at me!”
She pouted at him. “You have no faith in me.”
“But am I wrong?”
There was a pause.
She grinned at him. “Nope!”
He remembered her chasing him all around the company building, their laughter and loud screeching echoing through the halls. They got into so much trouble with the staff that night (and some crabby trainees), but he really couldn’t find himself to care that much.
He missed her freedom. He missed the freedom she gave her.
The girl looked to her pamphlet. “Was was it about her that made you fall in love?”
He heaved a long breath. “You’re asking the hard questions now, aren’t you?”
“Yup,” she said.
He threw a pillow at her. “Meanie!”
She laughed, throwing it back at him. “You’re the one that threw a pillow at me!”
“And you threw it back, Little Missy!”
“Dad! Just answer the question!”
He put the pillow back in its rightful place. “Fine, fine—I’m going!” He nibbled his bottom lip thoughtfully. “I probably fell in love with... Her purpose.”
Ae-Cha furrowed her brows.
“What I mean by that is why she became a trainee. She wanted to travel all around the world so she could leave an impact of people, but most of all, so people could leave an impact on her.” He smiled. “I thought that was pretty cool.”
“Anything else?”
He scanned his memories, looking for the things that stood out the most. “Probably the way she knew about everything I tried to hide. Like, I wouldn’t tell anyone how I was really feeling, but she would just know. It was really creepy sometimes.”
Ae-Cha’s dark eyes widened. “Do you think she was magic?”
Minhyuk chuckled. He had thought that a few times himself, back in the day. “No, I don’t think so, sweetie. I just think she was really cool and observant. I mean, there were tons of things that were cool about her.”
“Like what?”
He didn’t have to think for long. “Like the way she spoke. She just had this way of talking that made you wanna listen to her for hours and hours. She also had this habit of turning her back whenever she was upset, so if you were talking to her and she turned around, there was a 75% chance she was crying.”
He remembered all these things so clearly. Of course, how could he forget? “She also cared about people really subtly. Like, you thought she didn’t care, but then she’d suddenly leave a lunch box in your backpack, or something like that. She’d pretend she didn’t do it, of course.” He nodded. “I think she was just a good person.”
Ae-Cha nodded fervently. “I think so, too! Almost as cool as mom!”
He felt a pang in his chest. “Yup,” he said, mustering a smile. “Almost as cool as mom.”
The little girl picked out another question. “What’s your most precious memory with you first love?”
“The day she left,” Minhyuk said. There was no hesitation.
She looked at him, confused. “Why did she... leave?”
He clasped his hands together tightly. What a bittersweet memory to think about. He heaved a breath, thick with suppressed emotions. He was glad that Ae-Cha was still so young; she probably wouldn’t notice how much he still dwelt on it, intentionally or otherwise.
“Sunny was really talented,” he finally said. “Really talented. Her singing voice could captivate anyone and she was a fine dancer too, but... She was also weak.”
“What do you mean?” she asked in a small, curious voice.
He gripped his own hand tighter. “She got sick really easily. Because of that, there were lots of days that she couldn’t perform her best during practice.”
“She kept going?” Ae-Cha asked. “Didn’t it hurt?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, it hurt her, but she still did it. She tried so hard to reach her dreams. But in the end, the company noticed that she wasn’t at her best. They kicked her out.”
Her eyes widened. “But that’s so mean!”
“I agree, sweetheart. It was really mean.”
She crossed her arms with a huff. “I’d be so mad at them!”
He chuckled sadly. “I was mad too, baby. I was really mad. I threw around all sorts of threats and curses. But do you know why the night she left is my most precious memory and not my saddest?”
She quirked a brow. “Nope.”
“Because of what happened that night.”
Three precisely spaced knocks. It was their signal.
Sunny opened the door to her dorm room, the bright light from the hallway nearly blinding her. Her eyes were red and puffy, her hair was a mess and her nose was red. All around, she looked like a mess.
It broke his heart. She was so strong around everyone when the news came out.
“We’re so sorry to tell you this,” they had said, “but we can’t keep you on as a trainee any longer.”
How cruel of them, to do it in front of everyone. He had been fuming, but she just nodded and smiled.
“I understand,” she had said. “I’m a burden, aren’t I?”
She had spent her time comforting everyone else as they cried and worried and lamented. She rubbed their backs and hugged them and told them that it was all going to be okay. She said she wasn’t sad, that she’d been expecting it for some time now.
Even if that was true, Minhyuk had heard her cry alone in the bathroom, and he was sure that she cried again in her room.
She quickly wiped her damp eyes with her sleeves. “What’s up, dude?” she whispered, trying not to wake her roommates.
He reached out for her hand, holding it tightly. “Let’s go somewhere.”
She gave him a look. “What’re you talking about?”
“Let’s get out of here,” he said. “Let’s run away. I don’t wanna be here if you’re not here.”
She pulled her hand away. “I won’t let you do that.”
He frowned. “But... It’ll hurt too much without you here.”
She gave him a sad smile. “Min,” she said softly, “I know for a fact that you’re strong enough to make it through it all. Besides, one of us has to make it, right?” She rubbed his arm. “One of us has to travel all around the world and share our voice...”
“And make an impact,” he finished, staring at the floor. “Yeah, but... What’s the point if it’s without you?”
She paused, a sigh passing by her chapped lips. “It was gonna be without me anyway,” she chuckled. “We weren’t going to be in the same group, or anything.”
He clenched his fists. “Sure, but at least we’d be in the same place. We’d see each other. We’d share the same dream.”
She nodded. “I can see where you’re coming from, but what’s done is done. And I can find new dreams.” She trailed her fingers down his arm until they reached his hand again. “It’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”
Finally, he looked at her. Their eyes met, time froze. “Can we still do somewhere?” he whispered.
“At two in the morning?” she chuckled.
He squeezed her hand tighter. “Yeah. It can be our first and last date.”
She quirked an eyebrow. “You know I’m not into temporary boyfriends and one-night-stands, Lee,” she said.
He clicked his tongue. “Are you saying this isn’t real? What we have?”
“I didn’t say that,” she argued gently. “I just mean that it’s not official or realistic. You’re going places, I’m going home.”
He rolled his eyes. “Fine. Then can we please go on a date as friends?”
“As friends?” she scoffed, her voice laced with humor.
He hummed. “Mhm. Just you and me, two buddies, kicking it together on a Thursday night.” He pulled her forward so that their chests were touching. “Y’know. All platonic like.”
She let out a huff. Still, she didn’t pull away. “Cheeky,” she said. There was an impish glow in her eyes. “What could we do? Platonically, of course.”
A smile tugged at the corners of his soft lips. “Bubble tea?” he offered. “And...” He thought for a moment. “Late night karaoke.”
“Oh?” she said. “I’m intrigued.” She leaned further into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Anything else?”
“Dancing in the middle of the street,” he continued.
She cocked her head to the side. “Where everyone can see us?” He dipped her dramatically, making her giggle. She quickly covered her mouth, remembering her task of staying quiet. She smacked his chest. “Lee-freaking-Minhyuk! What is wrong with you?”
“I don’t mind being seen with you,” he said quietly, his warm breath fanning over her face. “I like you a lot. Platonically, of course.”
“Oh, of course,” she whispered back. They stayed like that for a moment, just looking at each other. They were memorizing. Memorizing every feature, every small dent and flaw, every curve and every freckle. How precious those things were. “What else could we do?” she breathed.
Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He took a shaky breath, gathering his courage. “This,” he whispered. With a small lean forward, their lips touched. It sent lovely electric shocks through both of them. For a moment, he was worried that she might pull away, but she didn’t. In fact, she pulled him closer.
Platonically, of course.
“We did all those things we said we would,” Minhyuk spoke with a fond smile and glassy eyes. “We got bubble tea, we sang karaoke till our throats hurt, we ran through the streets like maniacs and we ducked into alleyways just to stop a giggle like idiots for minutes on end.”
“Did you dance in the street, too?” Ae-Cha asked with a big grin on her face, her eyes crinkled in the corners.
“We did,” he chuckled. “People looked at us like we were crazy, but we didn’t even care. It was our last night together and we were going to spend it exactly how we wanted. That’s why it’s my most precious memory.”
“Of her, right?” she asked, just for clarification.
A pause.
“Yes, of course, sweetheart.”
She nodded proudly. That’s the answer she’d expected from her awesome dad. Something dawned on her. “Did you ever see her again, dad?” she asked.
He frowned, staring at nothing in particular. Usually, he wasn’t so affected by this, but all of this reminiscing had gotten him thinking. The curse of the ‘what-if’s. “No,” he said softly. “Haven’t seen her since that night. She left early the next morning and we didn’t stay in touch.”
Ae-Cha looked confused. “Why didn’t you?” she said. “If you liked each other, why didn’t you keep talking?”
Minhyuk chuckled. She was growing up fast, but she was still young. “She didn’t want to hurt me. She didn’t want to distract me, and she wanted me to do well.”
“I don’t understand.”
He leaned forward and mussed up her dark hair. “And that’s okay,” he said. “You will someday.”
She swatted his hand away, flattening her hair again. “Whatever you say, dad,” she giggled. “Okay!” She clapped. “Last question! This one comes straight from Ms. Kang.”
He smiled a little. “Oh, really? Well, gimme! I’m super excited now!”
She cleared her throat dramatically. “Do you regret your first love?”
The room fell quiet. Suddenly, Minhyuk’s throat felt so very dry. Why could he suddenly not think of any words? Why couldn’t he speak?
“Well, I...” he stuttered ungracefully. “I—” The doorbell interrupted him. He let out a breath of relief. “I’ll get that!” he said, standing up quickly. He pat her hair at he walked by. “I’ll answer in a second. Okay, princess?”
She nodded. “’Kay, dad.”
He felt as if he’d never rushed to the door so quickly in his life. It was like, all of a sudden, the living room was suffocating him with memories and unanswered questions. “I’m coming!” he called.
Three precise knocks.
He froze. His eyes were wide and his body was shaking. He couldn’t move from his spot, as if he were glued there. He thought he could hear a sigh and then footsteps, walking away. He knew he had to move.
Quickly (and with more force than he’d intended), he swung the door open. There was a woman, back turned to him, halfway down the walkway. “Sunny!” he called without thinking. The name rolled off of his tongue, like a habit.
The woman stopped walking.
He closed the door behind him. “That’s you, isn’t it?” No answer. “I know it’s you.”
Slowly, she turned around. It was her.
Kim Chin-Sun—just as beautiful as ever. She was thinner now, her hair was shorter, her ears were finally pierced and she’d ditched the makeup, but she remained the same. She had the same curve of the nose. The same long eyelashes, the same deep, nostalgic eyes, and the same chapped lips. She remained.
“Hey,” she said quietly. She let out a shaky breath, laced with nervousness. “Been a while, huh?”
He couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in his eyes. “Yeah,” he sniffled. “Forever, really.”
She chuckled at his antics. He was the same as ever. “I didn’t think you’d open up.”
He shook his head, trying to stop his tears. It didn’t help. “Well, I did.” He looked up at her, looking her over. “You look good,” he said.
“You, too,” she said. “Despite the gross tears.”
He gave a watery laugh. “You ass.”
“Jerk,” she countered playfully.
They really hadn’t changed at all, had they?
He walked closer to her. He couldn’t stop the smile that’d grown on his face, nor did he wish to. “Let me look at you,” he said. “You grew up.”
“You didn’t,” she said, smiling just as much, a painful glaze of bittersweet in her eyes. “You’re just the same as back then. Just a little grayer,” she added fondly.
He rolled his eyes. “Geez, thanks. So, what brings you here?”
She shrugged, shifting her weight a little. “I was just passing by and I heard that you’d shacked up here after you retired. I thought I’d stop by, is all.”
He searched for an answer in her eyes. “That’s... the only reason?” he asked.
She sighed, looking down at the ground. “You make this really hard for me, you know.” She met his eyes. “I missed you.”
His heart skipped a beat. “Platonically?”
He could tell she felt the same. “Of course,” she spoke quietly. She cleared her throat. “So, you’re married, right?” She gestured to his ring. “Well, obviously you are. Kids?”
He snapped himself out of whatever trance it was that he’d fallen into. “Oh, yeah,” he stuttered, “I’m married. We have a daughter, Ae-Cha. She’s just recently ten.”
“Is that so?” she asked, smiling lightly. “Pretty name. Well, tell her I said happy late birthday.” She paused. “Actually, maybe don’t tell her that. She’d probably just be confused, that coming from a stranger.”
Stranger...
Why did that hurt so much, coming from her?
“How about you?” Minhyuk asked. “Have you tied the proverbial knot yet?”
She held up her left hand, flashing a silver band. “Yup. Few years ago now.”
He nodded slowly. Congratulations. He should congratulate her. “Congrats,” he said flatly. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Kids?”
She put a hand over her stomach. “One on the way. Only a few weeks in, so I’m not showing yet.”
“Oh... Congrats.”
A silence. Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward. It was still comfortable, just as it had been all those years ago.
“Are you happy?” she asked.
What a loaded question. He sighed looking at his feet. He hadn’t even put shoes on when he ran after her. “My daughter makes me happy,” he said.
“That’s not what I asked,” she said. Kim Sunny. Ever the observant one. “Are you happy?” she repeated.
He met her warm eyes. “Content,” he said. “You?”
“The same,” she replied.
He chuckled, his tears resurfacing. “We’re a mess, aren’t we?”
Salty wetness started building up in her eyes, too. “A little bit,” she chuckled.
“I missed you,” he said.
She nodded. “And I missed you.”
“I thought about you every day.”
“Same here.”
“I thought I would die when you first left.”
“Me, too. But we made it through.”
“I still love you.” A pause. “Platonically.”
She stared at him for the longest time before she just smiled at him. That same smile she’d always used to comfort him with. “I still love you, too,” she whispered. “Platonically.”
He gave a watery smile. “Yup. Platonically.”
They spent the next few hours catching up with each other, laughing about little things and getting to know each other again. Though, honestly, it felt as if they’d never been apart. They still knew each other just as well.
At the end of the day, they exchanged numbers and addresses. They were parting once again, but this time, they would keep in touch. They wouldn’t let go completely ever again.
They might not be able to be together, but they could be together platonically.
For real, this time.
.
.
.
“Daddy?” Ae-Cha asked when Minhyuk finally came back inside. “Who was that—?” She was caught off by her dad picking her up, spinning her around and giving her a wet smooch on her cheek.
“No,” he said with a bright grin on his face.
She stared at him, dumbfounded. “What?”
“It’s my answer,” he said. “To your question. I don’t regret my first love. Not in the slightest.”
THE END
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Soulmate au - Jimin pt.1
[au: You and your soulmate switch bodies. This ability does not fade after meeting each other.]
I kept on a smile as I dismissed my class.
"Good evening, I'll see you all tomorrow! Remember, you have the group project due next Friday!"
After all of the young adults filed out of the room, I slumped down into my swivel-chair and sighed, setting my head down in my arms.
I love my job, I really do. But, it's nearing the end of the semester, and I have been pulling all-nighters grading papers and trying to help my not-so-motivated students bring their grades up.
I work in a small university in Oregon, United States as an Algebra professor. This is one class that people either love or hate, it's not one that someone can tolerate. Which in turn means I have students that excel, and others who are falling behind.
"Ms. Davis...?" I heard a tentative voice call from the door.
I quickly picked my head up and straightened my hair, "Yes?"
A blond-haired female freshman gently pushed open the door and made her way over to my desk.
"Um...I have a question about today's homework..."
I smiled at her, "Well, that's what I'm here for, isn't it?"
After about ten minutes, we had her uncertainties all sorted out and I sent her back on her way.
Not wanting to run into anyone else (even though I cared deeply for my students), I quickly put all of the paperwork I needed for that night into my briefcase and headed out the door, down the hall to the elevator, to the first floor, out the main door, and into my car.
On my way home, I distracted myself from the incessant traffic by blasting my music and focusing on anything but my itching need to snap at the drivers next to me.
You can probably tell I do not deal well with traffic.
Once I arrived at my residence, I quickly exited my car, making sure to lock it, and climbed the stairs to my small apartment.
Once I opened the door, I was greeted by silence, something I deeply craved at the moment.
Collapsing onto the couch, I quickly fell asleep.
***
I woke up to the sound of constant chatter buzzing in my ears.
Wait a minute....I'm in my apartment...there shouldn't be anyone here.
I jumped up and screamed at the intruders, "What the heck are you doing in my house?"
Um...what? That was definitely not my voice.
I took a look around the room.
And this is definitely not where I live.
Six young male adults were staring at me with wide eyes.
"Hey, Jimin-ssi" one of the ones closest to me spoke up, "Are you alright?"
"Jimin...?" I rushed over to a mirror that was on the wall.
The sight that greeted me was not the normal one. The person I saw staring back at me was a handsome male who had all-too-perfect hair and extraordinary fashion sense. Big improvements from my casual daily wardrobe.
And I did what any normal person would have done in the same situation: I screamed.
As I freaked out, everyone else in the room did too.
Despite the chaos, two of the males came behind me and restrained my arms.
"Jimin-ah! Calm down!" One of them yelled.
Despite having more strength than I usually do, I did not know how to wield it, so I went limp in their grasp.
Once they let go, I collapsed onto the floor and curled myself up into a ball and tried not to cry. I was just so confused that I didn't know what to do (and I firmly believe that one cries because they feel too much of one emotion, despite what emotion it is).
One of them knelt down beside me and placed a (I suppose comforting) hand on my back, "Jimin-ah, what's wrong?"
I kept my head down in my hands, "Who's Jimin?"
The hand on my back halted, "What?"
I looked up at him, "You keep calling me Jimin, but that's not my name. Who is he?"
"Wait a minute," he looked into my eyes as if to search for something, "You're not Jimin, are you?"
"Isn't that what I just told you?" I surprised myself with my ability to be snarky in a situation like this and placed a hand over my mouth.
But he just laughed, "Who are you really?"
I wrapped my arm back around my leg, "Crystal Davis."
"Female?" I turned to glare at him but realized I was in a male body, so it was hard to tell.
"Yes."
"How old are you?"
I raised an eyebrow at him, "...twenty-seven...?"
He smiled, "So you're a Noona then."
Suddenly everything clicked into place in my head, the names, the honorifics, "Are we in South Korea?"
"Yes."
He scrutinized me for a moment, "Where do you live?"
"In the United States."
His eyes widened, "America?!"
"...yes?"
"That's so far away!"
I nodded, "Yeah."
The male next to me groaned, "I hope he's doing all right."
"He's probably really confused. Wait," I looked at him in slight panic, "What time is it? In the United States, West Coast?"
He looked it up, "7 o'clock."
It was my turn to groan, "I need to be at work in an hour."
"Where do you work?"
"I'm a math professor at a university in Oregon."
"Professor?"
"So should we call you Professor Davis now?"
"Only my formal students call me that, so no." I tapped him on the arm, "Can you please call my phone? Maybe he'll respond to you. I need him to call in sick for me, I don't know how long this is going to last."
He nodded and took out his device, "What is your number?"
After I recited it to him, he held it up to his ear as I waited in anticipation.
I heard someone pick up on the other end of the line and my frantic voice, "Um, hello? Who is this?"
"Hello, Jimin."
"Hyung?! Oh, thank God! What is going on?"
"You switched bodies with your soulmate."
"Oh" he paused, "Are they there?"
"Yes, they're sitting next to me. But right now, they need you to do something for them."
"...what is it?"
"You need to call in sick to their work." "Um...ok. Where?"
He looked over at me.
I whispered, "University of Oregon."
"And what is their name?"
He didn't have to look to me for that answer, "Crystal Davis."
"Ok, Hyung. I'll call back when I'm done."
"Thank you, Jimin."
They ended the call.
I leaned back against the wall, "Thank you."
He smiled at me, "No problem."
I finally got a good look at the rest of the people in the room and saw them all looking at me in confusion, others in interest, and others in disinterest.
I turned back to the person who was sitting next to me, "What is your name?"
He smiled, "My name is Kim Namjoon."
"It's nice to meet you." I looked around the room, "And the rest of you? What are your names?"
They all introduced themselves and I learned their names were: Jin (who was the other person to help calm me down), Yoongi, Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook.
Jimin called back a few minutes later.
It was still so weird to hear my voice.
"Ok, Hyung. I did it."
"Thank you, Jimin."
He paused for a second, "Um...Hyung?"
"Yes?"
"Can I talk to her?"
Namjoon looked over at me and I shook my head, "We probably won't be able to speak. Let's wait until later."
Even though I didn't know much about soulmates and the like, at least I remembered that much.
Namjoon relayed the message and I could tell Jimin was trying to hide his disappointment, "Ok, Hyung. That's fine. Can you ask her to write some things about herself down? So I can get to know her?"
Namjoon looked over at me, but before I could agree, I was transferred back to my body.
I blinked and realized I was in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, with my phone in my hand.
"Namjoon, are you there?" I asked the person I had been previously been sitting in front of.
"Crystal? Is that you?"
"Yeah, we switched back. Can I call you back later or something? I need to call my boss back and tell him I can come to work after all."
"Sure, go ahead."
"And can you let Jimin know that I'll write down my daily routine and my contacts or something. So he knows what to do next time it happens. And can he do the same for me? In case it lasts longer next time?"
I heard a muffled response from the person in question and Namjoon answered back, "He says he'll make sure to do that."
I nodded and hung up the phone, sighing as I ran a hand through my hair.
It's a good thing I saved up my vacation days.
***
It had been about a month since our first switch and it had happened once a week (almost) since.
Some weeks it was more frequent, some weeks, it didn't happen at all.
One time, when we switched, Jimin was in the middle of dance practice and was a sweaty mess (that was awkward). Another incident had been while I was cooking, another in the middle of a lesson. There was no rhyme or reason to it, it just occurred whenever it felt like it.
Over this period of time, I discovered that Jimin was part of a K-Pop band named BTS (and I may or may not have almost all of their songs playing on repeat seven days a week).
Today was another one of those days. Only this time, I had been working on a report that was due in two days (per the end of the school year) that I had mistakenly neglected and now I was using every spare moment of my time on.
When I took in a quick breath and blinked rapidly to adjust to my new body, I found myself staring up at a ceiling and laying in a foreign bed.
I sat up and stretched, grabbing the notepad out of Jimin's sweatpants' pocket (we started this after the second switch. We write random thoughts down, almost like a diary. Whenever we transfer to the other's body, we can read what the other has been doing).
There wasn't much in it, only a note that read:
Jagiya,
If you read this, please do not ask the others what is going on. I will explain later! I love you!
Jimin ❤️
I smiled at the pet name and the cute doodle at the end before flipping through the pages to make sure I didn't miss anything.
Once it was confirmed, I walked over to the bedroom door and peeked out into the hallway.
Upon hearing voices, I followed them down the carpeted path and into the living room and kitchen area.
"Hello, everyone!" I smiled at them as I took a seat in one of the nearest chairs.
They were so used to the switches now, that they took one look at me and answered, "Hey, Crystal!"
I looked over at Taehyung as he entered the room, rubbing his eyes.
"Hi, Noona." He said sleepily, before sitting down heavily in one of the chairs, grabbing a pillow in the process, and curling up into a ball.
As I adored his cuteness, Namjoon grabbed my attention, "Noona, did Jimin write anything down?"
I tore my gaze away from Tae (quite a difficult task), "He just told me not to ask anything. Which makes me want to do it even more...." I grumbled.
Jin sat down across the room from me, "Get some food, maybe that will help."
I nodded and made my way over to the kitchen, "Probably. What to we have?" I asked as I opened the refrigerator.
"Leftover Chinese" Jin called.
I pulled the white containers out of the fridge and a plate out of the cupboard, grabbing a spoon and dishing the delicious food onto the plate.
As I waited for the microwave to finish, something clicked, "Wait a second..."
I walked out of the room and stopped in front of Namjoon with my hands on my hips, "Are we in America?"
He looked surprised, but tried (ineffectively) to hide it, "What?"
"Well, we're not in the dorm, and Jimin told me not to ask any questions, which is suspicious in itself. And you have AMERICAN Chinese food, emphasis on the American. Now, are we in the United States or are we not?"
"Noona..."
"What?"
"Jimin..."
I sighed, and decided to keep my promise, "Fine, fine."
I walked over to the microwave and pulled my food out, grabbing a spoon, and sat back down in my chair.
Then, before I knew it, I was back in my own body, eating lunch.
I pouted and pushed my grilled chicken around on my plate.
I'm really in the mood for Chinese food now.
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I yelled over the top of the crowd as Yoongi barked orders at me through the phone, "Ok, ok! I'm coming! Do you know how crazy your fans are?!"
He grumbled at me to hurry up, Jimin was getting impatient, and an impatient Jimin is never pleasant.
I grumbled right back before I shoved my ID in the undeserving security guard's face.
Once he verified my identity, he let me through the doors.
On the other side, there was a long hallway, lit with blinding ceiling lights and lined with countless doors.
And among the stagnant, white hallway, I saw a colorful figure running in my direction.
All of my frustration melted away and a smile grew on my face as Jimin ran towards me.
"Jagi!" He reached me a few seconds later and lifted me up and spun me around a few times before setting me back down.
He looked down at me and smiled his crescent-eyed smile as I cupped his face with both of my hands.
"Jimin..." my voice cracked with emotion as I tried to control it, but failed miserably.
He wrapped his arms around me and brought his head to rest on my shoulder. "I missed you, Crystal."
"I missed you too, Jimin." I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, not wanting to let him go.
It wasn't until I felt him start to shake that I was pulled out of my trance, "Oh, no no no." I leaned away (still in his grasp) and lifted his face so I could see it.
He looked at me, thoroughly confused, as a singly tear trailed down his face, "Jagi? What's wrong?"
I wiped the tear away with the edge of my sleeve, "You already have your make-up finished, you can't go and cry now. Wait until the concert is over!"
He just laughed and pulled me closer to him, "Yes, Professor."
"Oh, so I'm 'Professor' now?" I said playfully before obliging and surrendering to the embrace, enjoying the feeling of finally being held in my soulmate's arms.
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Hi! Idk if you read fanfic, but would you happen to have any kiribaku fic recs? Or any bnha fic rec?
I’m pretty sure there’s stuff tagged as fic recs on this blog, yes! Nothing particularly new tho, I haven’t had the time to put down a new rec-list in a while ;-;
Anon said:How long does it take you to finish a drawing with and without color?
That honestly depends on a lot of factors - which tools I’m using, how many characters there are in the drawing/if it’s full body or not, how used to drawing the character I am, how big is the canvas, if I already have a clear idea of what I mean to draw or not, how precise I want to be with lines and stuff.
That Yuuto sketch I posted yesterday took me about 40 minutes I think, and over half of it was spent trying to figure out how I was supposed to draw him since it was the first time I drew him - the tools I used are the ones I use when I want to be fast and don’t care about being sloppy. A small random Kirishima bust properly lined and colored could take me five minutes to sketch and line and as many to color on a good day, cause I’ve drawn him so many times by now I don’t even have to think to draw him. Deku, on the other hand, can take me an hour even just to sketch, I can’t seem to grasp how I’m supposed to draw him at all.
Sorry, it really depends on a lot of things, I can’t give a proper answer to this :(
Anon said:Ive been tryin to find ur art of sero carrying baku for like 20 minutes n i cant find it :(
Are you talking about this one? Or this one? There’s also this one I guess...? And maybe this one lol
Anon said:yoooo, hey man, that cat kiribaku thing ya got going on is some 👌👌👌👌👌
HECK THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:Has anyone ever considered Hadmie. Hadou x Camie before?? It just seems like it'd be a cute ship to sail with, tbh. That just might be me tho.
I dunno if anyone has before you, but I can’t say I have, sorry! If I gotta ship Nejire with someone after all it’s gonna be Yuyu haha
Anon said:Hey do you do commissions? I really love your art and I'd love to get a commission from you!! (and also I just wanna know if there's yet another thing that I have to save up for XD)
Not right now, sorry! Maybe after I’m done with the zine things!!
Anon said:*runs around like an excited puppy* DAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVE!!!!!!! :D
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
Anon said:AHHH i love your ocs so much also Nico looks so cute and i love learning new things about them
AAAHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY G O D!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:KIRI + PINEAPPLE PONYTAIL = THE BEST THING EVER
I’M GLAD WE AGREE ON THAT
Anon said:your oc's literally kill me!! i already love nico, and i think i speak for everyone when i say that we definitely want more of him and luca!! i don't know if it's just me, but I love when the angry, swearing types fall for someone.
SOB thank you so so much for the kind words about my kids ;^;
Anon said:OH MY GOD LUCA IS BACK!!!! YESSSSSSSS FUCKING KILL ME THIS IS A BLESSED DAY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. MORE OF YOUR OC'S!!! (only when you want to share of course, I'm just trying to convey my enthusiasm here. not demanding at all ^^)
I think that might happen soon enough, actually!!!! Thank you so much for the interest in them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:Are josh and chris still not dating?
Sadly until I’ll sit down to write their story that specific part of it won’t go anywhere :( Chris gotta deal with a bunch of things before he’ll be ready to put a name to what’s between him and Josh 3 one day I’ll let him work through it !!!
Anon said:I'm so paranoid I'm going to repost one of your post by accident but the thing is is I never even repost anything at all but just because I know you don't want them to be I'm so scared that by accident I'm going to have something screenshotted and forget it's yours and like Ugh😂
Well, my name’s written on all my drawing so I doubt you’ll forget it’s my stuff lol to make sure you’re not reposting anything the author doesn’t want reposted you can always just ask before reposting it, tho~
Anon said:I was just scrolling through your OC stuff and I just. Love them so much. Thank you for the babies ❤
GOD THANK YOU ;O;
Anon said:Okay I've never seen your oc's before and Dave is the cutest green boy I love him
AAAAHHHHHH I’M GLAD!!!!!
Anon said:kamijirou getting together? :3 also if there were ever a scenario where jirou would confess first, what do you think she would be thinking?
I actually have half a thing planned for that :0 gimme a while to get around to drawing it!
Anon said:How do you feel imagine kiri’s parents???
Actually since I’m still hoping one day Hori will give us the official versions I try not to think too much about it! I don’t wanna grow attached just to have to give them up once I’ll have the canon versions haha
Anon said:hey quick innocent question ive been following for a long time and saw a lot of your art do you have a thing for feet
Are you asking because I draw a lot of people barefoot? Feet are just easier and faster to draw than shoes, anon
Anon said:I love how you answer asks all at once. It’s nice to see that you’re getting in bulk appreciation
THANKS I honestly just don’t want my blog to be more asks than art, so I let them pile up before answering - it does mean I make people wait a lot for answers tho orz sorry
Anon said:I LOVE YOUR ART
THANK YOU!!!!
Anon said:You've open a sea of possibilities with red pineapple kirishima. You're a legend :prayeremoji:
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wouldn’t call myself that but I’m glad you appreciate him too hahaha
Anon said:i cant help but notice nothings been added to your sero tag in 4 months
That might be because I rarely use single characters tags! Try looking under #bakusquad and #seromina :D
Anon said:Hahaaa hi this is probably really really awkward but I just wanted you to let you know that you're super awesome!! And the fact that your art is something that I can look forward to is absolutely amazing (no pressure tho)!!! So yea, thank you for being cool and creating beautiful art~~ :D ✧✧✧
SOB it’s not awkward at all!!!! thank you SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:Would you mind adding some more Tokoyami art to your shop? More specifically the pieces where hes hanging out with Kiri, and the Tokoshoji piece :D Im desperate to bury my notebooks in stickers from your shop rn and the bird boy needs more love ❤
AHW I’m sorry anon, but those are definitely too small to be of any use on the shop ;-; if you’re okay with it I could add the last one I posted? I should seriously draw more of him..................
Anon said:That jacket that Kirishima has on...I NEED!
I drew it and that’s still a mood t b h
Anon said:I went so far back in your blog that it kicked me back to the beginning ;-; I was just getting to the D. Greyman stuff too
AW ;-; (..........it’s good tho, the further you go the least worth it my stuff is l m a o)
Anon said:Do you ever draw kiribaku or something else in paper or some kind of sketch book if you do i would love to see them❤(sorry if my english is bad)
I do have some doodles on paper posted on here somewhere? But tbh I rarely draw traditionally anymore unless it’s just random doodles :(
Anon said:Aahhh!!! I really love your kiribaku shit its so cute!!and you draw so goood too literally when i found this ship i instantly found you and you are so perfect in my eyes and your art!!!!! I looooooovvvvvvveeeeee yoooouuuuuu thank you for being here and showing us this stuff!!❤❤❤❤
HECK thank you!!!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:i adore your art so much and your bakushima comics make me smile a lot! :) you’re one of my favorite artists now dldksjshskdk
tHANK YOU OH MY G OD ;^;
Anon said:Consider this: fantasy Kirishima meeting normal bakugou, thinking that's his Katsuki 😂😂
.........................you literally got no clue how long I’ve been thinkin about drawing this............ he ck
Anon said:Your drawings give me life 😍❤️
sob thank you so so so much ;-;
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Daily Doodle 166 – September 29, 2018
Dem churrasco quesadillas were the BOMB!!
Sure would like to take Pixie here someday too, it’s actually somewhat in our price range.. hmm
Today I woke up early, checked my messages but didn’t have any. So I got up to doodle early, without distractions cuz my internet was slow as heck. Once that was done, I had some cereal and sat down to watch a few videos
I then played a bit of a game before going out to check on dad who was trying to find the issue on my bro’s car. He and my bro had planned on going out today to check on a new car for him but they had already sold it..
I went inside again to just spend the time getting distracted. I was also discussing with a friend on taking Pixie with us to eat since he really wanted me there today instead of maybe waiting for tomorrow, but that fell through since Pixie was broke and he’d most likely have to pay for his own food
A bit later, I had to stop watching videos but only cuz my internet slowed down to a trickle. It started raining and the net started recovering later somehow. My motivation to draw just wasn’t there and Pixie wasn’t chatting with me anymore, so I just gamed alone again
Nothing really interesting happened until the afternoon when I left with my parents to what we would do today, which was eat at this Mexican restaurant somewhere north of the city. My bro was originally gonna come, but he stayed at his friend’s place for too long, so we just left without him
We made it to the restaurant and were the only customers there. Ordered and got our food very quickly, it wasn’t a lot of food but it was delicious as heck! I ordered a churrasco (Steak) quesadilla since I now love ordering churrasco anywhere I go with my parents. It was so tender and cheesy! <3 We finished up a bit later and headed home again, it was a nice afternoon together the three of us
I’m considering taking Pixie here someday somehow. Sure, I didn’t get full with my first plate and my parents have enough financial confidence to just order another plate to eat more.. Still, the food wasn’t extremely expensive, so maybe just maybe we could try it out together one day
Once home, I settled down at my PC again to just chat, play a quick game of Insurgency online. Just one round and it had a spawn killer annoying everyone, but we won in the end with one surviving enemy versus me and 2 other guys
I then stopped and continued chatting. I’ve also been getting a bit of a headache after a while but now it’s because of these headphones. They’re cheap, not easily adjustable and press on my head too much, ugh
Pixie later went to bed, I browsed around on my social media and saw friends posting pictures of how they were progressing in life. I felt really really jealous and bad for a few minutes, but I’m trying to think this was probably not where I was supposed to go anyway.. I’ll keep thinking about it, I’m still unsure
Anyways, I doodled before bed for once and recorded it since I wanted to show a friend my drawing process.. Though it turned into a mess cuz it seems I recorded in the wrong format, so I had to convert it to another format.. But that didn’t work, so I just left it as it is, no speeding up, no shrinking the file in size and no changing the format.. Oh man. I then curled up to sleep on this cold night.. zzz
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Title: Curiosity Killed the Cat; Satisfaction Brought Him Back Tag List: @undertakershairline @mewsicalmiss @romananalogicality @rose-gold-roman @thegoldenmink @the-prince-and-the-emo @theawesomestofsauces @jellyjam24 @sabriel-fanboy-83 @the-sanders-sides @amazable01 @milk-withtwosugars @bbcanimefangirl @analogically-prinxiety @asexual-trashbag @calz-craze @gayfagg @gracefullyinsanedancingunicorn @phandemoniumclub @virgils-anxiety @natalie-wheres-the-tampons @hrtnsolofytube @greymane902 @ashrain5 @fandom-screamings @mira-jadeamethyst @cefmua56 @colie7700 @madd-catter @leesacrakon @a-blog-just-for-sanders @doesdanielhowelisgay @viva-la-nordics @just-fic-me-up @justanotherpurplebutterfly @thebeautyofthomas
Virgil had a notebook. A kind of worn out, once black notebook with purple pen scratches all across the front. The others rarely got to see this notebook, but they were well aware of its existence. For the most part, no one dared to ask what it was for or if they could see it. No one, not even Patton, was curious enough to risk the little bit of trust and confidence building between them and the anxious side.
That is…until Virgil got more confident and trusted them more.
The notebook made its way out of his room more and more, finding its way onto the coffee table, dining table, the counters, and the sofa much more often. Every now and then one of them would catch Virgil with his knees to his chest scribbling away in the book, and just seeing it drove them crazy.
To say that Logan wasn’t dying to know what was in the book would have been the biggest lie ever told in the mind palace. As the logical side, he was also the side that enjoyed learning the most. Learning, observing…dying of curiosity. Secrets were not his thing. They were not his “jam.” What was his “jam” was figuring out why Virgil hid the notebook when he was using it.
And now, he had an opportunity.
“Be right back,” Virgil mumbled. The anxious side hopped up from his spot on the other end of the sofa and dragged his notebook into his spot. Logan watched him leave and round the corner to his room, and it didn’t take long for all of that curiosity to come rushing to the forefront of his mind.
What could be in this mysterious notebook? Drawings? Logan thought of all the possibilities for Virgil Drawings. From a Tim Burton-esque style all the way down to an Invader Zim style. Mainly monsters or gore…or possibly he’d be full of surprises and fill the notebook with drawings that calmed him? Kittens, puppies, maybe a few koalas or red pandas? Or maybe he was a classic early 2000s emo child and filled his notebook with stitched-up, bandaged-up, and bleeding hearts?
Perhaps the notebook contained his thoughts. What a trip that would be. Thoughts and analyses of ever scenario Thomas encountered. It’d probably be a mish-mash and assorted lists of words indecipherable to anyone but Virgil.
But then…Virgil had said before that he wrote. Sonnets, at least. Could this notebook be his writings…?
Logan caught his hand gravitating toward the book, and he snatched the offending digits back against his chest. No, he couldn’t. He would not be the first to break. Virgil would share the contents of the book when he felt he was ready, and Logan would just have to respect that.
…But he wouldn’t even know if Logan took a quick peak just to see what Virgil used the notebook for…
…But that would still be abusing Virgil’s trust. He left the book there out of trust.
…But-!
“I’m back,” Virgil announced, throwing himself down on top of the book. He pulled it back out from underneath himself and opened it up to wherever he’d left off. “Needed a different blue.”
Ah. Drawings. Had to be.
…Right?
Logan’s curiosity had yet to die off a week later. All four of them sat around the dining table for breakfast, and after eating they all stuck around the kitchen, taking the day as a lazy day. Virgil stayed sat at the table hunched over his notebook, a purple pen in his hand this time.
Logan watched him, barely paying attention to Roman as the creative side spat off about whatever adventure he’d been on the day before and how he’d hurt his neck rescuing some…royalty, Logan assumed. No matter, it wasn’t like there’d be a quiz.
“Are you even listening to me, Logan?!” Roman whined.
“What?” Logan turned to face him, holding back laughter at the frustrated look on Roman’s face.
“While you simply read about these kinds of adventures, I’m living them!” Roman exclaimed in that whiny voice of his that Logan so detested. “Why, you’re more interested in whatever Wednesday Addams over there is doing than my actually interesting story!”
“Falsehood, I was paying neither of you any mind!” Logan insisted. At this point, Virgil had looked up, squinty-eyed as ever, to figure out what the heck was going on with these two. Logan looked over at him when he heard a snicker, and he caught sight of lines and lines and lines and lines of words. So, he didn’t draw in the notebook; it was for writing.
…But writing what?!
Before he could figure it out, Virgil flipped the book shut and got to his feet, tucking the notebook in his jacket. “I’m gone; you two are way too noisy.”
“Look what you did, Roman.”
“ME?!”
“Alright, you two, who wants to help me make muffins?!” Patton called as he bound into the dining room holding up a recipe book.
Now Logan was just getting frustrated. He’d been so good up to this point! Now he had a glimpse of the inside of the notebook and all of its overwhelming amounts of blue and purple and green writing, and he desperately wanted to read it. Unfortunately, the unmade muffins were getting the brunt of his anger.
“Logan, be careful stirring the blueberries!” Patton’s increasingly shrill concern snapped Logan back, and he looked down at the bowl before deciding that, yep, he’d done a good job mixing. “I will take that…” Patton said, slowly removing the bowl from Logan’s hands.
Logan groaned and dropped his head onto the counter, gently banging his forehead against the corner. He couldn’t take this anymore. He was going to lose it.
“Is there any reason you’re suddenly so grumpy?” Patton asked as he scooped the muffin batter out into paper liners.
“It’s…nothing…” Logan said.
“Now you and I both know that’s not true. Has it got something to do with Virgil’s notebook?”
“You’ve noticed…”
“Well, it’s not every day you lose control of your curiosity, Mr. Calm and Collected.” Patton had a point, Logan supposed. Why did Logan care so much? Before this point he’d chalked it up to him being naturally curious as apart of who he was, but now… “Why don’t you just ask Virgil if you can read it?”
Logan shook his head rapidly, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter heavily. “Curiosity killed the cat, remember,” he said.
“Ah, but satisfaction brought it back.” Patton smirked and gave Logan a wink, nudging his side to make Logan move away from the drawer he needed in. “If you don’t want to ask him, fine. But I’m sure he’d share…”
“Why do act so confident about that?”
“No reason…” The grin on Patton’s face was more than concerning, but Logan could only take one obsession at a time.
Logan stood in the doorway to the commons room just watching Virgil scribble away in his notebook. He had to ask, just say something to end this yearning. But…why was he so nervous? His stomach felt off, not sick, but wrong, the longer he watched Virgil write.
Virgil moved and rested his cheek in his right hand, and wow now it looked like he was doodling. Logan covered his mouth to fight off a smile, wondering why in the world Virgil was so cute like that. This was all too much; Logan had to put an end to it. Ugh.
“Verge – Virgil,” Logan called, making the anxious side jump.
“Just use an air horn next time, why don’t you!”
“My apologies,” Logan said, moving farther into the room. He gingerly took a seat not too far from Virgil, just an arms’ length between their knees, and he looked at the notebook. Virgil followed his eyes and snatched the book, slamming it shut. “So…” Logan started, daring himself to just ask already, “…what is it that you fill that mysterious notebook of yours with?” he asked slowly. Finally, finally the words were out and the answer, be it rejection or truth, was right in front of him. Hallelujah.
“What does it matter to you?” Virgil asked, guarding the book with his knees.
“Well…” Think of a good reason! “As we are all making a better effort to get to know you and include you, I should think that a good way to do just that would be learning about what you can and do put to paper.” Nailed it.
“Ummm…” Virgil’s eyes darted back and forth, never landing on Logan. He concentrated them on his socks eventually, going silent. Logan could watch the gears turning in that nervous mind, and his heart ached to know what was going on in there. Gah, what was wrong with him?! “I –“ Oh? “I guess there’s some stuff you can look at…”
…Satisfactory.
Logan watched as Virgil flitted through the pages, scanning quickly yet carefully each one until he found one he was willing to share. Virgil handed the book over and dropped his face so only his eyes were visible over his knees. Logan greedily looked over the page, taking in every single thing about it.
The page was very brittle, very fragile. How old was this notebook? So many things on the backside of the page had been scratched out and scribbled out, to the point that holes poked through to the side he read. Navy blue ink filled his page, which was good because at least he could comfortably read navy blue. Then, with the page absorbed, he could finally read.
…Poetry. Huh. And not sonnets.
Keeping me grounded must be an awful job, Though you do it well. I’m whiny, insufferable, and unbearable, But you take on my personal Hell And give me a minute at most in your Heaven.
“OK, that’s enough!” Virgil snatched the book away, face red as could be.
It wasn’t enough, it couldn’t be enough. Five lines that read like that was basically a cliffhanger, and it wasn’t fair. But, Logan had to respect Virgil’s boundaries. No matter how frustrating they were. Maybe…maybe he could test his limits? “You are a very good writer, Virgil,” he said.
“Thanks, I guess…” Virgil mumbled, tucking the notebook back into his jacket.
“You must write from experience?” There, Logan threw out his line, and he hoped Virgil hooked on.
“Yeah, what else would I have? Roman’s the creative one…” Virgil said. His sleeve found its way into his mouth and he looked at the ground. Great, he was anxious and uncomfortable, and he was making Logan feel bad.
Just. Not bad enough.
“Who were you writing about in that poem?” Logan asked.
“…It doesn’t matter.”
Oh, but it did. It very much did matter who Virgil was writing about, because it was killing Logan. He was sure he’d burst any minute and now he understood exactly how those curious cats felt when they were ready to just die.
“Well, it must matter if whoever it was does so much for you,” Logan said.
“Don’t worry about it!”
“And that is supposed to make me not?”
“Really just – it doesn’t matter, Logan!”
“Then why do write them to mean so much?!”
“Because I just felt like it!”
“Well if you felt like it, then you must believe the words you put down, which means –“
“Would you stop!”
Logan shut up. Clamp – jaw screwed shut – no more talking for him. He really wanted to ask why it was big deal, but he refrained. An angry Virgil was a dangerous Virgil. Possibly. None of them had ever seen him truly angry.
“Look…” Virgil took a deep breath and brought back out his notebook. “Everything in here is really personal. I just…I dunno why I even let you look at it at all; I guess I trust you, but…maybe not for everything.”
Well, just rip out his heart and stomp on it. Not like Logan wanted that useless thing, anyway. “You can trust me.”
Virgil bit his lip, nearly tearing a hole in it if his force was anything to judge by. God, why couldn’t he just trust Logan with all of his secrets, PLEASE Virgil!
“It’s you.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“The poem, you idiot!”
Oh. Oh! Oh. That explains a lot. “May I read the rest of it, then?” Logan asked, hoping with all his hope that Virgil would say yes.
“I…nu-uh. Not – not yet.”
He should’ve assumed that answer. Of course, Logan still had to be there for Virgil. He had to live up to the poem and be what Virgil saw in him. His anchor, the one that grounded him. The one that gave Virgil a piece of Heaven.
“I will not pry any more, I promise,” Logan said, pretending his useless hunk of heart didn’t leap when Virgil gave him a smile. “So, would you want to watch a movie?”
“Wanna watch Scooby Doo?” Virgil asked.
“If that is what you want, then yes.”
It didn’t take long for the two to get comfortable on the sofa, Zombie Island starting on the television. Virgil slumped against Logan, resting his head on the logical side’s shoulder. Logan rested his head on top of Virgil’s, and he now realized what was exactly meant by the end of that famous phrase. No, he didn’t get all of his answers, and he still had questions, but for the moment he was happy with what he knew. Virgil trusted him with a little snippet of his mind, and nothing could be more satisfying in that moment than that.
A/N: HA YOU THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA MACK ON EACH OTHER DIDN’T YOU maybe one day. this is so long. i haven’t written something this long in forever. my brain hurts
#analogical#logan sanders#virgil sanders#sanders sides#sanders sides fanfiction#I'M NOT EVEN SURE ANYMORE IF THIS IS GOOD OR MAKES SENSE#UGHHHH
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deh apartment hcs
so i was just scrolling thru Tumblr Dot Com™ and I saw a post that said “does anyone else ever daydream of decorating their first apartment?” (if anyone knows who made that lmk) but anyway i saw that and was like omg if that ain’t alana and then i was like wAIT WHAT ABOUT THE REST OF THEM so here’s this. fyi this is like a college au type thing ish??
(im sotired this is kinda shitty lol)
(also thank u so much for the luv on my last two hcs? i cr ied? les get to the point sorry)
alana:
ok so this girl would obviously have the neatest apartment ever
it would probably be like a medium size ya know
white walls.
lots of white walls.
and there would be like really pretty marble countertops
her beadspread (or whateverthefuck u call it) would probably be like grey with white little lines on it
in a pattern tho
like a cute pottery barn one
OH
she would so freaking use evan’s discount at pottery barn are u kidding me
like her entire house would look like a pottery barn catalog
anyway
idk if all apartments have this so excuse me if i sound mega stupif
but she would use the little intercom-buzzer thing to get into the apartment to her full advantage
like if u wanted to even go up there she would legit do a full on background check
(except for zoe)
(zoe would be like “hey alana it’s-” and alana would be like “yOU CAN COME RIGHT UP”
but it would be like
“hello who is this?”
“alana you know it’s jared. i just texted you.”
“… ok then what’s your middle name”
“aLANA”
but anyway back to what inspired this in the first place
so alana would SO plan her apartment out from when she was like young enough to understand it ya get it
like she would pick out furniture at age six
(her taste would obviously change as she got older but u get it)
and she would literally have it down to the p a i n t color
like she would walk into home depot or whatever and the worker would expect her to look around for like 40 minutes but she’d be like
“hi hello i’ll take seashell grey in the gloss finish please. make it quick.”
(i totally just made that up what the hell is a gloss finish never heard of her)
i also picture her having lots of house plants? like most of them would be fake bc she’s too busy to keep them alive but they wouldn’t look fake
yeah alana’s apartmetnt would be so put together and like clean cut and nice
zoe:
her apartment would be rad okay
i feel like it would be v hipster and cool
not like Hipster™ but like… hipster?
what am i even saying
okay
so she would definetley have a room with yellow walls
like her rooms would be painted cool colors and stuff
but yellow specifically
she just seems like a yellow person
she would have a big wall that’s all chalkboard paint
wait now im really excited about this wall oh my god
like when everyone would go over her house they would all take a chalkboard marker (real chalk makes too much of a mess) and write and draw on it
evan would do little doodles of trees and write sweet and encouraging stuff
connor would either draw a hecking masterpiece or write really small in the corner “fuk u”
there’s no in between
alana would just doodle hearts and stuff
or when she’d be over doing homework w zoe she’d try to teach her math and science and stuff on it
a w
jared would just draw memes
i think we can all agree on that one
but annyyywwayy
she would refuse to get anything like store bought mainstream
like she would go to little shops in the middle of nowhere
or garage sales
and get the cutest stuff
her house would be so homey but at the same time like “wtf why is this so perfect”
l o t s of tapestries
don’t fight me on this
it wouldn’t be the regular mendala ones that a lot of people get
(but she would for sure have a few of those too)
it would be like really cool unique stuff
lots of maps of the world
tie dye
ya kniw
they would mostly be taking up all of the celing space and some wall space in her room
she would so have a polaroid camera i KNOW IT
and she would put them all on pieces of string w clothespins and string them up around her room
all pics of her frands and stuff
awwww zoe
she’d also probably have a room just for her dog
(btw if u didn’t see my other hc i see her as having a golden retriever named kiwi)
(but anyway)
like it was supposed to be a closet sbut she just didn’t use it
so she was like “well… okay let’s do this”
and evan will spend h o u r s at a time in that room
ugh she would just have the cutest apartment v colorful and stuff
evan:
evan’s apartment would be v small
he llved with his mom the first two years of college but decided to move out because he was feeling like he made a lot of progress and was ready to live on his own (btw is it canon tht he lives w his mom first year of college? i forget lmk)
(but he wasn’t really living on his own bc connor was always over or he was at connor’s place)
he would have a v little sitting area w a really old tv and a worn out couch that was probably free on the side of the road or cheap from a garage sale
he would have a fridge and oven and stuff but he’d mostly just use the microwave
(ho;ly shit “some people say just use a microwave…”)
(i h8 myself why why why ok moving on)
his diet would mainly consist of ramen noodles
bc he doesn’t want to leave and have to socalize with people at fast food places or the grocery store
but every once and a while zoe would come over like “evan wtf” and make him food to hold him over for a while
(uh hc that zoe’s a really good cook??/)
he would have a little bedroom with a big window in it
and his comforter would be blue with navy stripes (similar to The Shirt™ but not completley the same)
he would have lots of sticky notes everywhere
like ranging from “don’t forget to feed the dog” to “don’t worry about it, it’s probably not a big deal”
and when he was in a really good mental state he would write them and stick them in places he know he’d see when he wasn’t in the best shape
and it would encourage him to keep going
wow that’s equally heartbreaking and adorable
ok don’t fight me on this we all know it’s a thing
he would have plants. eve ry wh ere
like there wouldn’t be a single fake plant in there
but he loved them bc he felt like it made the air fresher??? like it supplied more oxygen in the room which made it easier to breathe when he was feeling anxious??
(idk i can’t really explain it but that’s how i feel when i get anxious so i feel like it would help him too)
but it would range from huge ass borderline trees to succlents the size of his thumb nail
he would have s o many succulents
he would name them all
aaaaaaaAaAAAA
and each of his friends would have a plant named after them
even though it was small he really loved his apartment
bc he worked really hard to be able to pay for it and buy the furniture and stuff
so it was like his baby
yeah that’s my boy evan handsoap!
connor:
connor’s apartment would actually be pretty big
like everything would be super super high quality and nice
he would so have a recliner chair
you know the one i’m talking about okay
and he would spend most of his time in there
even though he def has a huge nice sectional
(btw most of his furniture is black)
when evan would come over he wouldn’t want to get up out of it
but even always wanted to cuddle
so the first time evan was like “con come over hereee”
connor just scooched over
and evan was like “??”
but just went over to him
and they were kinda squished but they loved it
bc they were so close to eachother
AW IM SCREECHING
but yeah they would love to cuddle on the recliner
his kitchen would be p nice too
like he would have a weirdly high tech fridge and a really nice oven and stuff
but if u opened the fridge there would just be like a half dranken (that is nOT a word) bottle of mountain dew, a cheese stick, and maybe on a good day some random leftovers
(btw idk why but i see his parents buying him most of the stuff in his apartment,, this doesn’t really make sense when i think about it but i can’t not do it what am i saing now awioehfdlsnk)
his room would be nice
he would have a big bed with a black and white plaid duvet cover
omg evan would l o v e his bed
like evan of course loves his own bed but connor’s is just so comfy
(plus connor’s bed also has connor)
(anywho)
his walls would be like a greyish blue color
but his furniture would still be all black
he would have a big desk and he always kept sticky notes around for evan to doodle on if he ever got anxious
and he has an entire drawer in his dresser just for his hair ties because he has an unhealthy amount of them
at all times
partly because he wants to keep his hair up sometimes
but partly because he always wears one around his wrist to snap when he gets mad or can’t control his emotions
and he always ends up loosing them
oh also his shower in his bathroom would be BOMB like im talking it has one of those little ledge chair thingies
and the water pressure is a plus
and evan’s shower at his apartment is like sucky so he always just showers at connors
(i mean this in the least innapropriate way possible btw jus clearing that up)
but connor would spend SO much time there
so would evan tbh
so yeh
jared:
ok guys
hear me out on this one
but i feel like jared would have a surprisingly nice apartment??
like,,, actually very nice
they would all love hanging out there when they were all together
the first time he asked them over they were like “… u sure”
they were expecting to walk into something that looked like a super crappy hotel room with garbage all over
but they walked in and were like “jared what the fuk”
because this place was nice
like,, , he would always have the most food out of all of them
(which wasn’t saying much but still)
he would have a big nice couch with lots of extra like beanbags all over
they would all have their own that they used
and his tv would be poppin okay
he would have his old wii hooked up to it
and they would constantly have mario kart tournaments
jared always insisted on being wario
for the Memes™
he would be the only one out of all of them with an amazon fire stick so they would always watch movies all together at his house
and sometimes they would just randomly take it without telling him
(i’m looking at u connor)
and he wouldn’t notice for a few days but when he did he went cRAZY
but anyway
his room would b supa cool
he would have a really nice bed
omg he would have like video game and other nerd stuff posters e v e r y w h e r e
like everywhere
little to no wall space for anything elsee
every once in a while he would go through his camera roll and print the pictures that he liked the best to hang up on his wall
hear me out bc this is gonna sound weird
he would probably have a dead meme shrine in one of the corners of the wall on the bottom
that he started as a joke with connor and zoe once but it jst spiraled out of control until every dead meme was recognized as soon as it went out
he would have a tv in his room
not as good as his one in the living room but still
he has two tvs what even jared
that’s where he would put his xbox
and he would game all night man
ah i love jared sm
ok that’s it hope u enjoyed ahhahah
#this is another long one oh boy#hope u liked it! tell me if u want me to write more haha#deh#dear evan hansen#dear evan hansen headcanon#apartment headcanon#deh hc#dear evan hansen hc#deh headcanons#evan hansen#connor murphy#zoe murphy#alana beck#jared klienman#tree bros#zoe and alana#jared my boy#deh squad#sincerley me#for forever#waving through a window#my headcanons :)
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Of Ink Stains and Love Notes
So I’m a few days late in posting this but!! I hit 400 followers, what the heck?? Thank you so much!! I decided to write a pretty long (around 5000 words), fluffy fic to celebrate haha. It’s a Prinxiety one, of course :) thanks to @use-it-ironically for letting me yell ideas at them until I get inspired and to @princeyandanxiety for telling me to write it because otherwise I would still be procrastinating rn. Also tagging @lekawaiimelon and @mylasagnaisraw :)
Everyone has a soulmate. Almost everyone finds their soulmate and forms a relationship with them, be it romantic or platonic. Some people have the link, an anomaly in which anything that is written, drawn, or doodled onto one person's skin will appear on their soulmate's skin, in the exact same place. Roman has the link.
Or at least, he likes to believe he does.
Everyone has a soulmate. Almost everyone finds their soulmate and forms a relationship with them, be it romantic or platonic. Some people have the link, an anomaly in which anything that is written, drawn, or doodled onto one person's skin will appear on their soulmate's skin, in the exact same place. Roman has the link.
Or at least, he likes to believe he does.
****
To be honest, he isn't really sure. He imagines that he is one of the special people, one with the strongest bond to his soulmate. To the person he is destined for, to love and cherish forever. The one who Roman will 'just click with.' The one who will love him and understand him, the one Roman is perfect for. What a glorious idea! The idea of a soulmate is something Roman has fantasised about forever. He's tried to imagine what his soulmate will look like, but it always changes. He's dreamed of their meeting, he's imagined the first time his soulmate's writing will appear on his skin, he's dreamt about the feeling of meeting someone who's soul, who's very being is so perfectly suited for Roman, and he is always filled with a feeling of awe. That one day, he will meet someone who he is perfect for.
Only problem is, it can't come quick enough.
****
Roman has been writing and drawing on himself since as long as he was able. At the beginning, before he knew how to read or write, before he knew how to draw so you could decipher what the picture showed, he would just grab marker pens of pretty colours and scribble up and down his arms in lines and patterns.
No new ones ever showed up.
Then, when he learnt to read and write, he began by writing tiny little things, like 'hi' or 'I'm Roman', then went on to write long messages or start conversations that nobody ever replied to.
And when he learned to draw, well, it fast became one of his favourite things to do. To pick the colours he knew went well together, to decide what pattern or drawing he wanted to create, to press the cool pen tip to his skin and let the lines flow freely, springing from his imagination onto his skin (and hopefully somebody else's skin too.)
And for years, nobody replied. No new writing appeared on his skin, nobody's handwriting but his own, nobody's artistic creations and doodles but the ones he drew himself. But Roman never let it get him down; there were stories everywhere about soulmates who didn't meet for years, about links that didn't start up for a long time. It was common knowledge that no link started from birth; many took years to activate. Roman just couldn't wait! He wanted to feel the tingle of somebody else's drawings coming through to him. He wanted to see the writing appear. It simply couldn't come quick enough.
****
A few years on, and Roman had a routine. He would wake up, eat breakfast, get ready for the day, snatch up a pen and doodle something quick on his wrist. Be it a 'Hello!' or a 'Good morning!" Or simply a quick drawing of a flower, he never failed to add something daily. And it wasn't that he had lost hope, no, Roman would never do that. It wasn't that he though he didn't have a link; he did! He knew he did. He couldn't explain it, he could just feel it. It was simply that his soulmate had never replied, that their link hadn't started yet, so he didn't pay much attention to the quick drawing of a crown he had just doodled. He didn't think the link would be activated suddenly, and so his soulmate was at the back of his mind.
****
Later in the day, Roman was lying in the park with his best friend Patton. Patton, aka Morality, aka Dad, (he was the Dad friend and had an unabashed love of dad jokes) was sitting in the shade of a tree as the hot beams of sunlight shone down onto the ground. He was trying to make the longest daisy chain ever, and then trying to make it a necklace for Roman. Roman was lying on his stomach, kicking his legs absently, sketching in his sketchbook. He was trying to draw a rose (how terribly cliche, he knows), but his right arm had started itching a few minutes ago and it was driving him mad. It was like a strangely strong mix of itching, and tingling. Like a frustrating case of pins and needles. Roman was determinedly trying to ignore it, but the tingling was annoyingly persistent, and finally with an agitated groan Prince shot his hand out and rubbed his wrist, glaring and frowning in annoyance. When he lifted his hand away and his eyes focused on the wrist, however, Roman's eyes opened comically wide and he gasped in shock, springing backwards into the grass and cradling his arm, staring at it in amazement. For underneath his hastily sketched crown, a tiny drawing of a pair of headphones was slowly appearing on his skin, fading up from nowhere.
****
As soon as Roman glanced at the drawing, the frustrating itching went away and left only a pleasant, magical tingling.
"Holy shit. Holy shit!" He yelped, the full realisation of what just happened hitting him. "P-Patotn! I knew it! I- I knew it! It happened! It's happening! I have it, I knew it! There's someone for me, it's real, it's happening!" He rambled, yelling for his best friend, who immediately scrambled towards Roman. He looked panicked; apparently Roman wasn't doing a very good job of describing what had just taken place.
"Are you okay? Princey? What's wrong?" He asked, eyes full of concern through his glasses. Roman stared in awe at the small doodle scrawled upon his arm. It was evidently just that: a doodle. An absent drawing, right underneath Roman's crown, which meant that Roman's drawing probably hadn't transferred over. So what would he say? What was the first thing on wrote to their soulmate? Or did he just draw? What did he do? Roman couldn't remember a single thing that he had daydreamed about. So, casting one more look to his arm, he thrust it out and presented the drawing to Patton. Patton inspected his friend's arm, then his eyes flew wide open.
"Oh! You didn't draw this! Oh my goodness, Roman, your soulmate!" He squealed, eyes lighting up in excitement. "What are you going to say?" Patton gasped. Roman shrugged helplessly at him.
"I don't know!" He wailed. "They're my soulmate, the one person I'm destined for! It has to be perfect, but I don't know what to do!" He yelled.
"Ok, ok, don't worry! Anything you write will be perfect! Like it's destined to be. Go ahead, just write something, Prince!" Patton urged. Prince took a deep breath.
"Okay. Okay, thanks Morality. Okay." He grasped his black felt, and had a mind blank. He had no idea what he was going to do. So he started off easy.
****
Roman pressed the cool tip of the pen to the base of the crown he had drawn, and traced it carefully. When the crown had a perfect other layer of ink upon it, he wrote a single hesitant message. Prince guessed he was still in shock. In his elegant, loopy handwriting Roman wrote, 'Oh my goodness, I suppose we're soulmates. Hi.' He and Morality waited with bated breaths for the reply, and after a minute quick words appeared atop Prince's skin. The handwriting was small and pretty messy, the angles of letters sharp.
'Holy shit, you're my soulmate. I have the link. Hi.' Roman no longer had a filter, he was just saying the first thing that came to his mind as he traced the sentence scrawled upon his wrist by another hand.
"Eloquent." He mumbled absently. Patton laughed.
"Ask his name, lover boy." He teased. Roman blinked.
"Oh! Of course!" He exclaimed, fumbling for his pen. 'It's nice to finally meet you! (Well, write to you, I suppose.) My name is Roman. Who are you?'
The reply came quickly. 'You can call me Anx. So, Roman, now that we're soulmates I suppose we should know a bit about each other."
And thus it began.
****
The conversation they had, scrawled along arms until there remained no room, letters dropped across knees and sentences rubbed off to make room for new ones. They talked until the sun began to set, at which point Roman was lying with his head in Patton's lap, Morality weaving daisies into his hair and watching the conversation between Roman and Anx flow. They learnt that Anx was a boy, ever so slightly younger than Roman, complete with quick wit and scathing sarcasm, yet undertones of friendliness. Eventually Morality had to snap Prince back to reality.
"Listen, Ro, you gotta go home, it's getting late."
"No, I'm talking to Anx! My soulmate!" Roman sighed dreamily.
"I know, Princey, but why don't you just swap phone numbers? You've run out of places to write on anyway." Patton offered, making Roman jump up in excitement.
"Of course! Thank you, Mo!" He beamed, before hastily writing his phone number in large, loopy letters on his already ink stained skin. Moments later a scribbled number appeared underneath it, followed by a winking face. Prince blushed and Patton cooed teasingly at him.
Later that night, Prince was standing under the warm water spray of his shower, watching sadly as the ink rinsed off his skin and swirled down the drains in pale clouds of black and blue. His first conversation, his first few hours talking with his soulmate, the first few precious facts he now knew about Anx, the beginnings of Roman's crush, gone with the water. It was depressing and suddenly Prince was full of dismay and sadness.
Until, when he stepped out of the shower and got dressed into his pyjamas, his phone dinged. And when he checked it, Anxiety's phone number flashed on the screen. It had only been about half an hour since they talked last, but the thought that Anxiety wanted to talk to him already made Roman's heart flutter.
Heya, Princey. Was the simple message.
Roman smiled.
****
After that, he and Anxiety talked daily, be it by texting or writing. Sometimes they simply drew and smiled at the now familiar tingling sensation. By now, they were dating, even though they hadn't actually met each other yet. It was just the obvious option; they had both developed crushes straight away, and the feelings only bloomed and developed and flowered into something stronger as time went on. Roman, being the romantic sap he was, had been writing Anxiety love letters and notes every morning since they had started dating. Today's one was silly and cheesy and Prince was smiling as he wrote it.
'Anxiety, my love, my sunshine, my chemically imbalanced romance, my darkly dressed wonder, my Disney prince, my angel, you're looking adorable today! You look so cute, especially stunning, absolutely ravishing, you beautiful, magnificent creature. Also, don't forget I love you!' He could practically see Anx's blush (although he'd never actually seen Anxiety; he was too shy and, well, anxious to send a selfie, But that was okay, Roman didn't care about what Anx looked like. He already loved him.) A moment later, the words faded a bit like Anx had halfheartedly attempted to rub them off. Prince grinned.
Shut up, you idiot. Was Anxiety's reply. And then, scrawled underneath that, I love you too. It was a Saturday, so Roman just lounged around the house, talking to his soulmate for a bit (sometimes he still couldn't believe he was lucky enough to have Anxiety as his soulmate.)
It was barely an hour later, when Anxiety sent him a short message so abruptly and unexpectedly that it made Roman fall off the couch.
I want to meet you.
****
He stared at the message in shock, excitement and happiness bubbling up and surging through him, making a beaming smile leap out onto Roman's face. He had been waiting for this! He'd been wanting to meet Anxiety for weeks, but he hadn't wanted to pressure him into anything's he wasn't comfortable with. And now Anxiety finally trusted Prince enough to meet him! Yes! When he realised he still had to reply, he scrambled desperately for the pen he had accidentally thrown at the wall as he fell. He basically jammed the marker against his skin, writing the words as fast as humanely possible.
Oh my goodness are you being serious??? Yesyesyes!!!!I I would love to meet you in real life!!! Glancing back over the extreme reaction, Roman was suddenly worried he'd overwhelmed Anxiety. Thankfully, his boyfriend's reply came quick.
'Lol calm down pretty boy. Um so hey if we're doing this, I remember we talked about this place a while ago, there's that park a while away from both of our houses?' And then 'btw, im really excited too.'
That made Roman smile fondly at his own wrist. But yes, he knew the park. It had been the source of some of their conversations, being the place that Prince was in when the link started working and the place Anx used to love going to as a kid. It would be the perfect place to meet; it was now officially Prince's dream meeting spot.
It didn't take long for them to organise the meeting, The park was pretty close to both of their houses, and it wasn't too big, which meant they should be able to find each other pretty easily. Now, Roman had to get ready!
****
He put a simple white shirt on and his favourite white, red and gold jacket, and dark skinny jeans (that he knew made his legs looks great). He styled his hair until it was impeccable and checked his face in the mirror, and sprayed some deodorant on himself. Then he took a few deep breaths while looking in the mirror, gave himself a quick pep talk because jeez, he was about to meet his actual soulmate! And then, before he knew it, Roman was walking out his door and down the road.
****
When Prince arrived at the park, he looked around but couldn't see anyone who looked his age. There only seemed to be adults or little kids milling about. Sighing, a bundle of nerves still heavy in his chest and weaving through his ribs, Roman decided to make his way to the tree where he first started talking to Anxiety. It was one of the biggest trees in the park, its sturdy, sweeping branches looping and twisting around each other, the bright emerald leaves fluttering and swaying in the wind, their glossiness reflecting the bright sunlight that shone down upon the earth. Prince wandered up to it, lost in his thoughts and fantasies and wondering about how he was finally going to meet Anxiety!! He was going to meet his soulmate!! That was both exciting and terrifying. He absently lay his hand on the tree trunk, the familiar bark comforting underneath his fingers. He couldn't say how long he lingered there, lost in his own mind, until an oh-so-familiar tingling sensation began emanating from his wrist.
Behind you
****
Anxiety was feeling anxious, but that was only to be expected. He was also more excited than he had ever been before He was about to meet his real life, honest to god, actual soulmate! The guy he'd been talking to for weeks, the one he'd been dating without ever actually seeing his face.
Heck, how was he going to know who Roman was? He had no idea what he looked liked!
Wait, all the cheesy movies said there was some kind of pull, maybe that was a real thing, maybe it would lead him to Prince.
Or maybe it wouldn't.
Maybe he would just see someone with the same writing as him, that way he would know exactly who Roman was!
Or maybe he would never find Roman, ever. Even thought that was incredibly unrealistic as they could just arrange another place to meet. In the end Anx decided to try to ignore the nervousness and focus on his excitement. Even though he'd never actually seen Prince, and Prince hadn't seen him, Anxiety's crush on the dramatic boy was stronger than anything else he'd ever felt. It was almost scary, but it was also feeding a fire of excitement in him with every step closer he took to the park. He was about to meet Roman!
When Anxiety arrived in the park, he was suddenly flooded with emotions and memories from his childhood. He used to come to this park all the time; he had loved to roll down the hills and throw sticks into the creeks and climb the trees. There had always been one tree in particular that was his favourite; it was one of the tallest in the park, and its branches curved and were low enough to clamber upon and sit on. Anxiety took a quick look around him, in case he suddenly saw his soulmate, but he felt nothing. There were only a few adults stretching in the bright sunshine and some kids running around and laughing.
Well, he had no better plan. He might as well head to his favourite tree.
****
Anxiety climbed up the grassy hill the tree grew on top of, steadily ignoring the heat beating down on him. He looked good in black, so he was willing to suffer. He was strangely excited about going to the tree, but he pinned it down to just being happy about childhood memories. Running a hand through his dark floppy hair, Anxiety took the last step up the hill and looked towards the tree, then froze.
A guy was leaning against the tree, one hand resting on the bark, his back to Anxiety. He looked like he was staring off into space, daydreaming. He was tall and lean, but looked strong at the same time. The dark jeans he was wearing made this guy's legs look great. He was wearing a white, red and gold jacket, and had neat, light brown hair. Anxiety couldn't see his face, but just judging from the back of him he was attractive. Like, really fricking hot.
And then Anxiety saw the back of the man's hand.
****
Drawn on the back was a large, elegant, looping infinity sign that merged seamlessly with Roman's loopy handwriting, spelling out the word love then flowing back into the infinity sign. The word love then had a thin line crossed though it, with the word pizza written in a messy scrawl underneath. Anxiety knew all the details about the silly little drawing, because he had the same thing formed on his own hand.
Which meant... that this was Roman.
Holy shit.
Holy shit!
This guy was his soulmate?? This was Roman?? He was Anxiety's boyfriend?? How the fuck had Anxiety gotten so lucky? What kind of flaw in the universe's system had gifted him with this guy? He didn't really know what to do. He didn't know what he wanted to say.
So he decided not to say anything, and to simply write. So he took the pen out of his hoodie pocket, looked for a space between the drawings and words and ink stains that already dotted his skin, and wrote Behind you.
Anxiety watched nervously as the ink dried on his skin, and watched the words fade up onto Roman's own skin. It was so strange to see something that he wrote appear on someone else's skin. Anx was full of apprehension as he watched Prince look at his arm in surprise, then stiffen.
Then slowly, slowly, Roman turned around.
All the breath whooshed out of Anxiety's lungs as their eyes met.
****
Behind you. Two words, that probably shouldn't hold so much meaning. How could two words possibly hold how important the meaning behind them was? How could two small words create so much feeling and emotion within Roman?
Behind you. He was about to see Anxiety, he was about to see his soulmate for the first time. All he had to do was turn around.
He was suddenly full of nerves, but he had to face his fear. There was no use waiting any longer! So Roman turned around, looked behind him, saw his soulmate, and promptly forgot how to breathe.
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Eyes. The first thing he noticed were Anxiety's eyes; they were wide and stunned, their colour a beautiful hazel. It was an delightful swirl of shining emerald green and deep brown, complete with flecks of gold twinkling in the sunlight. They were rimmed in expertly applied dark eyeliner, that brought out the colour beautifully.
The next thing he noticed was, well, everything. Anxiety had skin like snow, clear and pale, and he had a light dusting of cute little freckles. His hair was a brown so dark it was almost black, and it flopped over Anxiety's face and eyes slightly. It looked so soft and smooth that Roman had the sudden urge to run his hands through it. He was wearing a large, soft looking hoodie and black jeans, and he was shorter than Prince! It was adorable! Anxiety in general was adorable. And beautiful. And hot. And exquisite and amazing and really good looking and heavenly and stunning and holy shit how did Roman get so lucky?! He must have been blessed.
Roman found himself moving closer, steps clumsy and stunned. Prince knew his expression was probably comical, he could imagine that it was full of awe and adoration and shock. Prince was relieved to see that Anxiety was drifting towards him too, his expression equally as awe filled and stunned, hazel eyes wide.
This was Roman's soulmate! And he was more perfect than he could have ever imagined.
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Anxiety was in awe. This was his soulmate! He just wanted to stand there and gaze at Roman forever.
His boyfriend's skin was smooth and tanned, and was Roman blushing slightly? There was a dusting of pale pink adorning Prince's face as he stared at Anxiety. And holy shit, that was probably the most adorable thing Anx had ever seen. Wait, no, Roman in general was the most adorable/hot/attractive thing Anxiety had ever laid eyes upon.
His eyes were a warm chocolate colour, that shone with kindness. Prince's twinkled and sparkled in the light, and Anxiety felt like he could gaze into them all day. Roman's hair was a light, chestnut brown, styled immaculately bar a few fluffy strands being ruffled by the breeze. He was tall, taller than Anxiety, and slim, but still muscular. His jeans clung to his legs and showed them off in the best way possible, and he was wearing a simple white shirt underneath the soft looking jacket. Suddenly Roman was far closer to him, and Anxiety realised they had both been stumbling closer to each other, and then they were meeting in the middle and holy shit this was his soulmate.
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Anxiety's breath caught in his throat as he and Roman stared at each other, drinking each other in, their expressions mirroring each other in terms of awe, affection and shock. Then Roman blinked and slowly his hand came up to cup Anxiety's face. The touch was gentle and fleeting, light as a feather.
"I know I said you were magnificent before, but... you truly do exceed even my expectations. You're exquisite. More stunning than I ever imagined, than I ever dreamed you would be." Roman breathed, eyes roaming over Anxiety's face. Anx could feel himself blushing, but this was the first time he had heard Prince's voice, and he could listen to it all day. It was velvety smooth, rolling and eloquent, and Anxiety's new favourite sound.
"I-I'm not that cute." He automatically stammered. Roman looked genuinely shocked.
"Nonsense! You're the most beautiful human I've ever seen. You're truly gorgeous." There was so much sincerity in his words it took Anxiety's breath away. Again. He didn't know what to say, he wasn't good with words, not like Prince was.
"You're not bad yourself." Was the first thing that came to his mind, and therefore the first thing he said. "Wait, no, scrap that. You're so fucking good looking, what the heck?" Anxiety's hands absently reached up and gently touched Roman's hair. It was really soft. Roman blushed and smiled.
"Glad you like what you see." Anxiety rolled his eyes, but Prince was still smiling and now he was too.
"Lucky you, I really do." He giggled. Roman's smile got even brighter, and it was adorable, and suddenly Anxiety was looping his arms around Prince's neck and pulling him into a crushing hug because he just- he needed to be closer to his soulmate. The urge was irresistible.
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Roman responded almost immediately, his arms wrapping around Anxiety's waist and pulling him closer, and Anxiety had his head buried in the crook of Prince's neck and Roman's chin was resting on top of Anx's head and he felt so safe and happy and something else, a feeling that was indescribable. It was like there had been a piece of Anxiety missing all his life and now he finally had it, like the last piece of a jigsaw had just been fitted in, like something clicked inside him and suddenly Anxiety was so happy he could barely contain it. Roman was warm and strong, and his jacket was soft, and he smelt really nice, like vanilla and deodorant and it was all so perfect it was making Anxiety's head spin. Their chests were pressed tightly together, and Anxiety felt Roman relax completely against him. He subconsciously did the same, the bubbly feeling of bliss as he hugged his soulmate residing slightly and leaving him smiling like an idiot against Prince's shoulder.
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Eventually they separated, standing back and smiling at each other, before deciding to leave the park and wader around the city. They walked around holding hands all day, their little adventures including showing each other their favourite places (the library, the theatre, that one cafe), exchanging stories and facts, talking about their friends Logan and Patton, Prince buying them both ice cream and taking countless cute, cheesy, couple-y selfies and posting them on every social media he owned. Patton, of course, liked and screamed about every single picture.
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However, every day has to come to an end. So as the sun began to sink down below the horizon, and the flames of sunset's light grew and shone in bright colours through the sky, illuminating clouds and painting the sky a vibrant masterpiece, Roman and Anx made their way back to the park they met in. They walked so close together their shoulders bumped, hands held tightly and fingers laced together. They were silent for the first time all day, each enjoying their soulmate's presence for the last few moments that day. Each slowly growing sadder as they realised they had to part ways again soon. When they reached the park, they each lingered and held hands for a while longer, looking at each other sadly. Eventually Anxiety couldn't bear the silence anymore, but he didn't know what he wanted to say, and he didn't want to leave. What did he want to do?
"Do you wanna climb the tree?"
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Roman looked at Anxiety in confusion, which quickly cleared up when Anxiety gestured with a tilt of his head towards the centre of the park. Prince grinned.
"Sure, I did that all the time when I was a kid."
"So did I! Let's go, Pretty Boy." Anxiety took off, full of childlike excitement again. Roman laughed and chased after him, and together they ran up the hill towards the tree.
"Hey, the branches are pretty high up. Need a boost, shorty?" Roman teased. Anxiety scowled at him.
"Haha, very funny, asshat." Anxiety shot back. Roman placed his hand over his heart in mock offence.
"Rude peasant." He grinned, then moved around Anxiety to climb up the first few branches. He found a branch that dipped in the middle to make the perfect place to sit in, and a second later Anxiety was clambering up and sitting next to him, pressing close to his side. Roman wrapped an arm around his shoulders and gazed out of the tree around the park. The view was great, as they were on the top of a hill. They could see to the very edges of the park, and could see all the leaves of every tree swishing in the gentle breeze. The sun was about to set, and he was sitting in a tree with his soulmate, with Anx, and everything seemed perfect. Roman turned his head to look at his boyfriend, only to see that Anxiety was already gazing at him. Anx looked away when Prince caught him staring, but there was already a tiny, pleased smile dancing across Roman's lips.
"C'mon, we should go soon." Anxiety mumbled after a minute, and began to slide down to the ground. Roman followed just a second later. He jumped down and landed on the soft green grass, running a hand through his hair absently. When he looked up again, however, he was struck breathless again.
The sun was setting, casting beams of golden, orange and pink light to Earth. The rays of light illuminated Anxiety's face like a halo, managing to make him look even more like a true piece of art. He was beautiful, and Roman couldn't stop staring. Eventually Anxiety realised Prince wasn't moving and turned, hazel eyes puzzled, hand brushing his dark hair out of his eyes.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He joked.
"I was just thinking that you look really nice." Roman said flippantly, making a pretty pink blush appear around Anxiety's freckles, very noticeable against his pale skin. "And that I really want to kiss you right now." He added shyly. This made Anxiety's head jerk up, and his eyes widen. But then he relaxed, smiled at his soulmate, and said, "Then do it."
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So as the sun began to sink down below the horizon, and the flames of sunset's light grew and shone in bright colours through the sky, illuminating clouds and painting the sky a vibrant masterpiece, Roman slowly leaned in. He cupped his boyfriend's face shyly, eyes fluttering shut, and gently kissed Anxiety. Anxiety kissed back immediately, equally as gently, and the indescribable feeling of happiness came back. The kiss was sweet and slow, innocent and happy, a perfect first kiss. When they pulled apart the two boyfriends hugged again, Anxiety being short enough to simply bury his face and smile in Prince's shoulder. Roman wrapped his arms around his soulmate's waist, and they stood in the sunset for a minute longer, softly swaying back and forth in peaceful silence, enjoying the sunset and their soulmate's presence. And when they finally parted ways again, both heading to the own homes, it was with a smile on their faces, a pen in their hands, and ink stains littering their skin.
#jay writes#prinxiety#prinxiety fanfiction#soulmates au#prince sanders#roman sanders#anxiety#anxiety sanders#prince#thomas sanders#patton sanders#morality sanders#dad sanders#logic sanders#logan sanders#sanderssides#sanders sides#logicality#prinxiety soulmates
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REBLOGS are greatly appreciated. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST Technically these are from last month, but I’m giving these doodles it’s own tumblr post, while I slowly migrate away from Blogger.
So what was originally supposed to be 2 "Samurai Jack" fan characters, are starting to become original characters. This tends to happen. I make a character, but they suddenly take a life on their own with the potential to exist in their own world. This happened with Rokka & Eli (aka: Lizard man & archer gypsy). Anyway, I wanted feature more original content here, & these 2 are getting close to Original. Heck I'm tempted to do some storyboard shorts with these 2. Thankfully, the premise & backstory for these 2 can still work if I ever gave them their own story. Just change up the names & details (replace Aku & alter world details), & BOOM, done.
Starting off with Diego, a Corvus mage & mercenary for hire. Originally I was just going to call him "Crow," but I think that name has been used quite a lot. His personality was actually inspired by a lot of outspoken, brash punks. I liked the long-hooked nose, which made him more interesting to look at. At the moment, I haven't decided on giving him a separate set of wings, or having his arms turn into wings. I'll have to play around with that in the future. Diego is one of few survivors of the Corvus Magi clan. Diego got separated from his flock when Aku found them and slaughtered everyone. Diego was still a fledgling, so he was unable to survive on his own, especially with a busted wing. Jack had found a young & injured Diego, and took care of him. Later on Jack would find a nearby healer, who happens to be an ex-Corvus. It's thanks to Jack that Diego was able to live. Diego's fighting style is based on Capoeira & Spike Spiegel's Jeet Kune Do. And he mixes in his Corvus shape-shifting as well.
Next is Soomi, Diego's girlfriend and partner, and mercenary for hire. I had a hard time picking a name for her. I tend to focus on design & character first, rather than the name. She was an ex-cultist of the "Daughters of Aku." Not the seven from the 1st episode of season 5. Soomi was probably raised in that cult, because of her family serving there.She wasn't willing to settle as one of Aku's assassins, but felt trapped and feared the consequences of stepping out of line. It was thanks to Diego, who had occasionally kept her company as a crow, that Soomi was able to escape her prison. She also goes as "Boa," for having surprising strength, yet quick reflexes. Like a Boa poised to strike, & crush its prey, Soomi is every bit lethal. When designing her, I wanted to play around with her silhouette and body shape. I didn't want to do a stereotypical sexy femme fatale look. I didn't want dainty and stick thin. All I had to do was make her EXTRA THICC! Not too much,of course. Just a bit stacked, like an MMA fighter. I had lots of fun playing with her character. She comes off as a serious fighter, but that's when she has a job to do. With Diego, she's comfortable from being annoyed with his antics, to adoring & receptive to every little kiss and hug he can sneak in.
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hello, today i slept in for 45 minutes because no matter how long i sleep i don’t seem to feel rested at all in the morning. so i got up at 9:45.
i should start practicing lucid dreaming again. might help me remember things a little better. or help me steer clear of exhausting nightmares. i guess the type of dream doesn’t matter. i could be sitting and exchanging terrible puns with a dream person all night and i’d wake up tired.
anyway i got out of bed and immediately returned to the thing i had been reading last night. i got up for lunch at around 12:30 and finished my hummus and made some soup. i only had a tiny bit of the soup though.
also the group therapist called. insurance hasn’t even looked at the appeal yet. so we’ll have to see what happens tomorrow. i asked her to call me after 9.
i made some backup plans in case the insurance really doesn’t come through. i should have worksheets to keep me busy between individual therapy sessions for the next two weeks either way. i feel bad, because the insurance guy said that they will “probably” cover more therapy sessions. but if i miss three in a row i’ll be discharged anyway, and also, “probably” doesn’t mean “definitely.” if i go to a session and then insurance decides NOT to cover it, my family will be down a thousand dollars, and right now with the busted car and the geriatric dogs and the various house repairs that will come with summer it just isn’t a good time to be spending money.
lisa did say that this is for my health, and i do need treatment, and i... agree. but a thousand dollars is more than i have in my bank account (full of mom’s money). i dunno. i’ll have to make a decision tomorrow. i guess i’ll sleep on it.
i mean, i’ve already made my decision depending on what feedback i get, but, we’ll see.
then i went straight back to reading and regretted it immensely for the whole evening. i finished around 4. after that i took a look at my closet and pulled everything out all over the floor. and i cleaned my dresser and threw out a bunch of old stuff i wasn’t using any more and had an approximately 0.1% chance of needing in the future. and if i DO for some reason need a 2008 model ipod, there’s always ebay.
i talked to asher for a little bit about the stuff i was finding. it was kind of emotionally difficult. not just the bad grades. while looking through my notebooks i found, like, sketches of craig, and other people’s characters from a long time ago when i still talked to them.
but i also found some genuinely funny doodles that i laughed at. good to know my sense of humor has remained flawless. i also found a bunch of old character designs, drafts, temporary names, aus i designed based around different fandoms... some of my characters haven’t changed significantly in appearance in basically 7 or 8 years. the only reason they look different is because my style changed over time, but their features and details are the same.
i’m... comfortable with that knowledge. i mean, there’s always room for improvement and change, and things i could streamline or flesh out, but having a solid idea of a character for so long is just, kind of nice? i don’t know if that can be classified as stagnation or not. it’s hard to look at something you made and be all “yeah, this is good enough to send out into the world.”
i guess... with characters it might be different. like i still haven’t FINISHED the story they are supposed to be in. and over the years i’ve written for them a lot. so the permanent state of being for the characters was the fact that they were a work in progress. and i got comfortable with the idea that i could make mistakes or hash out really dumb ideas with these guys and it would be fine. so improving until i got to a place i was happy with wasn’t as hard as publishing a picture online for the public to see, and then publishing pictures frequently for years. i still see major problems with my visual art. heck, i still see major problems with my prose.
i also found some yearbooks and a scrapbook i made where i cataloged that time i was on the today show with david hasselhoff in new york city. also my tooth braces game was pretty strong.
looking at myself in the pictures got me pretty distressed though. and i went looking through a box trying to see if there was room for all these letters and i found... stuff that made me really unhappy actually. like the diary my old friend angel composed and then left on my doorstep when i asked him not to come to my house. where he detailed all his feelings and stuff. about. like, i don’t know how to describe it. one page was a love confession that i didn’t address. mostly because i was dating nic at the time, but also, because i just didn’t know what to do at all.
i don’t know why i kept the book. i guess it seemed rude to throw away the only copy of something that someone else wrote.
i also found my old diary, which i kept during a family vacation about fifteen years ago. i remember the trip pretty vividly and it was odd to see how my account of it didn’t quite line up with my memories.
i did mention the panic attack i remember most about the trip though. i glossed over it really fast in the entry and was pretty vague about it. just said i didn’t feel good so i stopped playing my game. the diary picks up three years later when i mention that i was sad because my gramma’s best friend died. then my prose gets shot to hell the year after that because i had started posting on the internet and my ability to write like a normal person suffered drastically. the last entry is me talking about being really bummed that i had asked mom for a hug, and instead she yelled at me because i had forgotten something.
i know... i’ve always been depressed. but seeing a little kid give such a clinical description of their day through the depression lens was kind of rough. writing something down and immediately following it with “but i don’t like to think about it.”
however i got everything organized and put away. i hope... i can start doing all the projects i have on shelves around my room. while i was putting some things in the goodwill pile i was kind of wishing i could go back and add to my experiences these little projects that i’d hidden away and forgotten about. the puzzles, the wood construction kits. that giant rollercoaster that i built in my room and left for like a year before dismantling it and never touching the box again.
but, all i got is now. so i gotta toss the things i didn’t do, and probably won’t ever do, and see if i can devote some energy to working on the stuff i kept. i don’t know if i will and that bothers me.
it is kind of nice to condense all my belongings though. i’ve got a whole empty shelf to work with now. well, a shelf and a half. i need to figure out how i want to arrange the shelves that are not in the closet.
at least i got stuff to do if the group therapy falls through. so... either way i will win?
less for mom to find when she next decides to snoop around in my room.
i basically only did those two things today. my sister went and got manuel’s for dinner at around 8:30. i wasn’t really hungry... i ate less than half my food. i anticipated my nausea though and got something that’s easy to reheat. and also a quart of salsa? manuel’s makes the best salsa i’ve ever had so i required a large supply. for myself and no one else. my mom said i need to ask my aunt for her salsa recipe so i can make some for myself in florida.
i was considering going through my clothes and culling some articles i no longer wear as well, but then i remembered that everything fits a lot looser than it used to so nothing’s really... uncomfortable to wear. maybe i will take a look through my shirt collection so that i have fewer things i will be tempted to drag along to florida.
i found a ton of art supplies and some old sketchbooks that i hadn’t started using yet. perhaps i could pick up a project there too. i have a lot of options. almost too many options to be able to make a quick decision. i may have to begin utilizing the to-do jar again. the anxiety jar was kind of a bad time. i haven’t touched it.
ok, now is a good time to go to bed. i feel like there’s something else i wanted to talk about as usual but i didn’t actually do a lot of different activities today. just really long ones.
i had kind of a heavy conversation with asher but i don’t really feel like rehashing it for the blog. it was mostly a running commentary on things i was finding in the closet anyway. i don’t need to immortalize it.
the point is that i am still really uncomfortable with thinking about my childhood. or seeing myself as a child in pictures. i do not like the way my face looked. i do not like my writing voice. it’s pretty tryhard. i do not like the way i interacted with other people.
ha ha, as if i’m not a total tryhard now anyway.
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Beasts Within - OT4 AU ficlet - for @koneko387, inspired by their recent little doodle ^_^
It was quiet as the sun began to set over the horizon. The four of them sat atop their favorite little hill, next to their favorite little tree as they watched it quietly. Izuku glanced over to his left and the green bunny ears on top of his head twitched then he asked, “Do you ever miss the pack life, Kacchan?”
“Not really.” Katsuki’s reply was quick since he didn’t need to give it any thought. What was there to miss? His life was perfect just the way it was now. He didn’t look at Izuku as he asked, “Why was that question directed only at me? We were all in the same goddamn pack since they took us in as kids.”
“Yeah but you were the only one among us that was really into the whole scene.” Shouto chimed in. His red and white striped tail swayed slowly behind him.
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning you could’ve been alpha someday if it wasn’t for us. We dragged you away from that life.” Hitoshi’s response was blunt as they came, and both Izuku and Shouto held their breath as they waited for the upcoming explosion of a response.
“First off, no one fucking dragged me anywhere. I made my own goddamn decisions, thank you. Second, why would I ever fucking want to do something as ridiculous as be alpha? That sounds boring as shit and like it would be nothing but a headache.” Katsuki grumbled, his blond wolf ears flat against his head.
“So you don’t regret leaving then?” Izuku asked quietly as he looked up at the cloudless sky. He’d always liked watching the stars as they started to come out.
A low growl escaped the blond’s throat. He didn’t know what the heck they were going on about but it was starting to annoy him. “Are you three idiots okay? You all sound goddamn nuts right now.”
“We’ve just been wondering lately if what we did was selfish when we asked you to leave with us. After all, you’ve never even admitted that you want to be with any of us.” Shouto’s tail slapped the ground as he spoke.
“If I didn’t do you think I’d fucking be here?”
“We’re not exactly sure. Hence the questionsss.” Hitoshi said quietly. He intentionally hissed the last word with a little smirk and his scaled tail twitched behind him with his amusement.
Katsuki groaned loudly and then shook his head. They just had to ruin what was supposed to be a quiet start to the evening with all this crap. “I don’t get you three at all. Our lives a basically perfect the way they are so why the fuck are you trying to ask weird ass questions and change things? Do you honestly think that much would fucking change if I admitted that I love the three of you?”
Izuku, Hitoshi, and Shouto all turned to look at him at the same time. Every single one of them wore a shocked look on their faces that mirrored the one he suddenly wore. That wasn’t what they were trying to get him to say at all. They just wanted some assurance that he actually wanted to be with them and wasn’t forced into their oh so quiet life since it was hard to tell when it came to him without asking directly.
Katsuki’s face turned red then he slapped his hand over his mouth. He stood up and immediately turned away from them then yanked off his clothes. Before any of them could regain their composure and formulate a response, he shifted and took off running at full speed.
“Did he just say-” Izuku couldn’t even finish the question, it was so crazy. The three of them sat there and blinked as they watched the blond wolf run away. They all turned to look at each other and then smiled.
“We should probably go after him.” Shouto said right before he pulled off his shirt and secured it around his neck.
A devilish grin spread across Hitoshi’s face right before he said, “Looks like the chase is on, boys. Race you to him. Loser has to hold him down while the other gets to kiss the crap out of him.”
Shouto made an amused sound as a smirk spread across his face. He nodded then said, “You’re on.”
Izuku waited for the both of them to shift into their animal forms before he did the same. He headbutted Hitoshi then giggled, You’ll never win. Shoucchan is the fastest! Prepare to eat our dust!
We’ll sssee about that, deliciousss one. Hitoshi hissed with a laugh.
Izuku squeaked and then hopped over to Shouto and waited for him to bow his head so he could leap onto it. He quickly hid in the sack on his back as he waited for the race to begin since they had a wolf to track down and assault with affection.
#beasts within#ot4 au#shintodobakudeku#things are different in this one!!#long post#au of my au#i never thought id see the day#wow xd#this isnt canon with the original fic of course#it was still pretty interesting to think about them in a similar but different setting though#hitoshi teases izuku about being delicious#like all the time#he loves how shyly he reacts when reminded that hes surrounded by predators#but they all love him and would die for him#so he is very safe!!!#yes theyre going to race in the dark#but they can all see really well in the dark#fight me?? lol#pfffffffft#my au and i say they race
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Tokyo Trip Report (Part 4)
This is the last of the Japan report! Lots of photos this time. Thank you for sticking with me.
Feel free to blacklist the tag “japan 2016″ if you don’t want to see these posts! The images may look squished if you read this outside dashboard due to my blog theme. Everything is under the cut.
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Day 10: Tokyo Comic City
The main reason why we picked mid June to go to Japan, other than that Jen has summer school and to avoid the crowdy July-August break, was because I wanted to meet some JP mutuals tabling at the con >///< (thank you Jen for agreeing to this)
I especially wanted to meet Rui-san, whose art I looked up to a lot (and buy her books while I’m at it), but she had work last minute and couldn’t come... Maybe next time ;__;
The event is 11pm~3pm. We planned to go at 12 to avoid the crowd, but we woke up late and got there at 1pm😂😂 It was located at Tokyo Big Sight in Odaiba, and this place is like an airport!! It’s huge and even has conveyor belts, and people were carrying luggages around (to store the merch they bought??)
(No photographing allowed inside)
1/3 of the tables already packed up and left... Apparently in Japanese events, people list out exactly what they’re going to buy and go straight for it the moment the doors open. We didn’t plan to buy anything, but it looked like going in late wasn’t a good idea. Something to keep in mind in the future.
I saw a Miyoshi/Maki mini print and thought “hmm I’ll come back after we check everything out” and then it was sold out ;;;;;;
Free postcards at the door promoting upcoming only-events.
From what I understand, onlys are smaller, fandom-specific events inside a general bigger event? There are games and stuff but we didn’t understand it XD I noticed that tables of the same fandoms were grouped together, sorted by ships. Convenient for the shoppers, but I wonder what happens to multi-fandom artists? And there’s the whole concept of “circles”... It’s certainly very different from what I heard about Western cons, which I’ve not been to.
Also!! Most artists give out free prints! ...At least that’s what I 98% sure they are, but I didn’t have the guts to take them, especially when I’m not buying anything💦💦 I should’ve done some research first.
We met up with Ran-san (again) and Nori-san, who gave me some oisuga poster and postcards. It was a prize for a game on twitter and the poster was supposed to be first-come-first-served, but she saved one for me ahhhh;;;;; As promised I sticked it to my face.
And the poster is now on my wall ////
I suddenly forgot all my Japanese so there was a very long awkward pause before I said I would like to buy a charm from her www (After we got home I was able to talk to her on twitter fluently again what the heck)
Ran-san then took us to meet Kurot. She kept laughing at Kurot for being “crazy” from the lack of sleep. Kurot called me “Kiyo-san” at first, then questioned herself why she’s speaking Japanese when we can speak English😂😂 Please have a good rest after this!!!
I tweeted a photo of my shirt for mutuals not tabling to find me so I can give them Canadian omiyage (maple sugar lmao) and Saki actually managed to find me!! She gave me a iwaoi bag she made (bottom left in the above photo) with lots of candies inside. Thank you ////
Then we met up with Uma and walked around the con. The con was ending and we were about to leave when I saw copic markers on sale on the side. 10 markers for 1000 yen!!!! I never tried it before so I only bought 10, but I now regret not getting more.
I forgot to go back to say goodbye to Ran-san and Nori-san before leaving...
Uma, Jen and I decided to go to Ikebukuro for some afternoon snack. Yamate Line had an accident (someone fell off the platform??) so we had to take another line. Then it became clear how the accident probably happened. THIS WAS THE MOST CROWDED TRAIN WE EXPERIENCED ON THIS TRIP. I could barely take this photo. I was leaning on someone’s (sweaty) back with my feet half off the ground, and when the train arrived at a station, it becomes like a strong river where you literally get pushed around and have no control of where to go.
We finally found a place to sit down and eat.
We exchanged our sketchbooks and had a doodling session until we got politely kicked out an hour later XD
We window-shopped for a bit at Sunshine City before parting ways. Our host family offered us to make BBQ on the rooftop, but it was too late so we just got ourselves some konbini dinner.
Family Mart’s fried chicken is so good!! I finished it before we even got home.
Thank you so much for an amazing day!!! I hope we can meet again.
Day 11: Yokohama
Today is the last day of our trip and we decided to spend it in Yokohama.
Animate Yokohama was really close by so we dropped by quickly for last minute weeb shopping. Jen went to look for CCS and Digimon merch while I went to play the Joker Game Q&A (each week you can get prizes - a print I think - for answering a question related to the week’s episode).
Q: What was the pill left on the floor in Maki’s room? A: Aspirin.
But they ran out of the prize so I only got a stamp...
Heading to Hakkeijima Sea Paradise! This is where we will spend most of the day.
Kalbi onigiri. Yum. In Taiwan I prefer 7-11 much over Family Mart, but here Family Mart is my best friend.
The station is really cute.
We’re here!
It’s a giant amusement park on an artificial island. The right half is the “ground” rides, but we’re only interested in the “sea” side today.
There’s not a lot of people.
Ahhhh they look like spiders and why are they so big!!! Jen: Are they edible
OMG so I happen to witness this guy eat... It pressed the fish in between the glass and itself, and wiggled until the fish got to its mouth... then swallowed it whole.
Our tickets also included fish-your-own-fish.
I’m so sorry ;;;;
Jen is vegetarian so I got 2 for myself. It was really good and I wished I got more...
More animals on the other side of the park!
Hydrangeas near the entrance/exit.
We wanted to end the day with Yokohama’s famous night view at Landmark Tower, so we rushed back (it takes about an hour).
The Red Brick Warehouse!
We didn’t remember we wanted to go to the Cup Noodles Museum until we walked passed it lmao (it was closed already)
We finally got to Landmark Tower. Had a quick dinner at a Oyako don place.
We didn’t know we were making a big mistake. THEY STOP LETTING PEOPLE ONTO THE OBSERVATION DECK AT 8:30. We finished our dinner and got there at exactly 8:30. The directions weren’t really clear so we walked back and forth for a while, before realizing that the man we saw putting up a sign at a door was the deck staff closing the door. If I realized it a minute earlier I would’ve begged him to let us in ;____;
It would be frustrating to come all the way here and not be able to see the view, so we headed back to the port beside the warehouse and ended our Yokohama adventure there.
Someone on the train was reading Jump!!
We returned home to see this on the bed ahhhh... Inside the bag was 2 big boxes of shrimp cookies that homestay dad bought on his business trip. This host family was much less experienced (we are their first), but they were so sweet😭😭😭
Day 12: Departure
I leave Japan today and go to Taiwan next. Jen was staying for another day because she booked her tickets wrong hahahaha
Homestay mom helped us book the direct bus to Haneda Airport; we didn’t want to go through the pain of pulling luggages through the subway system again.
We got off at Terminal 1... BUT JOKE’S ON ME IT’S ACTUALLY SUPPOSED TO BE TERMINAL I FOR “INTERNATIONAL” WHO THE HELL THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA!! So we had to quickly take the airport shuttle to the correct terminal to check in.
The airport was decorated in Edo? style.
I decided to have Mos Burger for my last meal in Japan. I grew up eating their rice burger in Taiwan so I wanted to try the real one in Japan. They only had regular burgers here though!!
Our last doodle together.
It was hard to say goodbye to Jen. We’ve been together since elementary school and who knows when we will see each other in person again...😢 We dragged on until last minute and I almost missed my plane lmao
Bye bye Japan! Thank you for a wonderful time and I hope I can come again soon!!
Is Laputa in there
The flight was only about 3 hours so by the time I woke up from a nap we were already landing. But then...
WhaT
IS
HAPPENING
I WAS LEGIT TERRIFIED OMG I hate flying and I would think that if the plane needs to make FIVE GODDAMN CIRCLES above the airport, something might’ve happened down there.
After what felt like forever, we finally started descending. Everything looked fine?
Then it became obvious why we couldn’t land. It was like a typhoon down there and the plane was shaking so much while landing. There were no actual typhoon though. Just your regular crazy Taiwanese summer afternoon-storm.
Yep I’m definitely back in Taiwan
The moment I stepped out of the plane I could feel the intense hot humid air, like usual... The storm was crazy big and part of the subway was experiencing outage, so I had a rough time getting home. Good to be back though.
Souvenir for my grandma! She loves matcha stuff. These are matcha-white chocolate cookies, bought at Haneda airport.
My loot from Japan. I managed to control myself hahahaha
Corn flavoured stuff is the best!!!!!!!
And this concludes my Japan trip report!! It is almost 8 months since the trip I can’t believe I took so long to organize this😂😂 I might write a little bit here and there about the Taiwan trip later. Thank you for sticking around and I hope you enjoyed reading!!
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