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Quick dooble as celebration of catching back up with Pyroclasm by @aceofintuition go read etc etc!!!
#THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AS ALWAYS JULIAN ETC#this is not in fact fanart from the latest chapter this is just me picking a scene that seemed cool to draw KJDHFSJDF#anyways <3#/spinning really hard#<thats the best fic commentary i can give im so sorry. that is why i make these instead#oras#also @ dear sweet anon in my askbox i am gettin gto answering sorry for taking a sec!!
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Epilogue - Unsuur/Builder Fic - Rose Quartz
Here’s the last chapter of this fic. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’ve got more ideas with different Sandrock characters, so keep an eye out for those in the future. And, of course, fanart of all these characters once I pick the pen back up.
You can also keep up with it on my AO3 here.
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“Okay, but get this.” Heidi settled back in her barstool and crossed her legs. “The busty geegler that saved the hero at the beginning was actually the leader of the bandit gang the whole time and the hero decided to—”
Robbie groaned. “You need to stop taking book recommendations from Ernest.”
Heidi wrinkled her nose. “It’s called good literature, Robs.”
“Is that what we’re calling it?” Pablo muttered under his breath. Robbie snorted as she took a sip of her drink. The sandthorn juice burned her nostrils and she bit back a cough. “No offense, but you wouldn’t know good literature if it bit you in the ass.”
Heidi crossed her arms and huffed. “Those’re some bold words comin’ from two people who don’t even know how to read.”
Pablo rolled his eyes. “I know how to read.”
“The back of shampoo bottles doesn’t count.”
“I, for one,” Robbie announced loudly, drawing a stink eye from Yan who sat all alone at the end of the bar, “have never read a word in my life.” That was a flat out lie. She liked weird books—much weirder than Heidi’s romance novel between a busty geegler and a human, but Heidi’s pinched expression made the declaration worth it.
“Besides, there’s too much excitement in the real world to bother with books.”
“Speaking of excitement,” Heidi leaned forward in her seat. Across the saloon, someone whooped followed by the clink of glasses. It seemed everyone was in high spirits that evening. “It’s finally the big day, isn’t it?”
Robbie toyed with one of her curls. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“The day your boy toy officially moves in,” Pablo said as he stuffed a berry tart in his mouth, “It’s all you’ve talked about these last few months. Or have you already forgotten how sickeningly in love you are?”
“Oh, I might have to remind myself.” Robbie tapped her chin. “Where should I start? The way Unsuur’s back muscles flexed perfectly as he helped unload the latest water shipment from Atara or the fact that when he was trying to get Banjo out of a tree, he almost got himself stuck instead?”
“I watched it happen,” Heidi attested, “Burgess had to help him down.”
“But Unsuur rescued Banjo in the end,” Robbie said.
Pablo made a noise of disgust. “Of all the men in this town…”
“Of all the men in this town,” Robbie bit off, “Unsuur is one of the finest.” She shoved him playfully. “And you’ll do well to remember that, unless you want to fight me in the town square.”
Pablo threw up his hands, but wisely kept his mouth shut.
“So, when does he move in?” Heidi vibrated in her seat. She loved love and decided to experience it through her.
“After he finishes his patrol this evening.”
Robbie smiled to herself. Though it would hardly make a difference. Unsuur spent most nights with her anyway—claiming something about his duty to ensure her safety while Heidi finished construction on her expansion. Now that it was done, they could make it official. She had a second level with two bedrooms. Her old room could become a storage closet—as it was probably intended to always be.
Her favorite addition had been the balcony at the back of the house. She and Unsuur could sit out there and quietly watch the sunset at the end of a long day—just like they always planned.
Her first purchase at By the Stair was a full bed that looked small in the new bedroom. They would need some more furniture to fill the space. Though Unsuur and his incredibly long legs would thank her for the worthy investment.
“It’s a little empty right now,” she said with a shrug, “but more furniture will have to wait until I’ve rebuilt my savings.”
“Need some help with that?” Pablo grinned fiendishly.
Robbie shook her head. “Absolutely not. No more bets with you. I think I’ve learned my lesson.”
He pouted. “Oh, come on. I think you’ll like this one.”
“He always says that,” Heidi whispered in her ear, ever the sound voice of a reason. Though, she liked to think she’d grown wiser as well. She thanked the lapis lazuli. “Don’t fall for his tricks. He just likes to stir up trouble.”
“Why don’t we let Robbie decide for herself.” His gaze flicked over her shoulder. “One hundred gols says you can’t get that guy who just walked in to kiss you.” He thrust his chin in the direction of the upper landing. Robbie turned to see Unsuur and Justice stepping through the door, shaking sand from their hair and coats. Just seeing him made her smile.
“I’m thinking of the awkward, gangly one, but I guess it’s your choice.”
She slapped the bar top. “I’ll take that bet.”
Pablo snickered. “Of course, you will.”
“Easiest hundred gols I’ve ever made.” She finished off the rest of her drink and slipped out of her seat.
She hurried up the landing and cut the guys off before they reached the bar. She whistled softly, “Well, aren’t you gentlemen a sight for sore eyes. I do love seeing a man in uniform at the end of a long day.”
Justice snorted. “Evenin’ to you too, Robs.” He brushed past them to join the others at the bar. He took the open seat next to Heidi and she ducked her head sheepishly to hide her blush when he greeted her. Robbie arched an eyebrow. Curious. That reaction alone would warrant her attention sometime soon but, right now, she had a bet to win.
A gentle smile curved Unsuur’s lips. “I thought you’d still be working at the shop? Did you finish up early?”
“Arvio brought the bed this morning and it didn’t take that long to set up. I figured I’d come meet you up here when you finished your shift. You always have dinner here on Fridays.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him in. His brows rose ever so slightly—a question in his eyes. “But quick, I need you to kiss me.”
He glanced sheepishly at the other patrons. “What? Why? We’re in public.”
For someone so daring behind closed doors, he still got adorably flustered when she showed any affection in a public space. “Pablo bet me a hundred gols that I couldn’t get you to kiss me and I gladly took that bet.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Well, now I know I shouldn’t.” Even as he said it, his hands settled on her hips. She smoothed the fabric on the front of his Civil Corps jacket, feeling the muscles hidden under the layers of fabric. A purr rumbled deep in his chest. “How else are you going to learn your lesson? Taking bets from Pablo gets you into trouble.” He couldn’t even keep a straight face as he said it.
“This seemed like an easy hundred gols. I know you’ve had your eye on that stone table and chair set at Arvio’s—the granite one.” She bumped noses with him and he nearly melted into a puddle at her feet. He loved gentle touches and she was more than happy to shower him with them. “Every little bit helps.”
He shrugged. “It would look great on our balcony.”
“So, then, what do you say?” She leaned in a little closer. “It’s just one kiss.”
“With you,” his fingers dug into her hips, “It’s never just one.”
She stuck out her tongue. “I mean, that’s fine with me too. He didn’t say anything about stealing more than one kiss from the awkward, gangly one.”
He made a face. “Is that really how he described me?”
“Does it matter?”
Unsuur sighed in exasperation. “One kiss, then we’re leaving. Uncertain is probably getting lonely without us.”
“But that’s why I made Undecided out of that tanzanite to keep him company.” She tapped him teasingly on the tip of his nose. His body turned to liquid as he gazed upon her with a look of pure adoration—along with something else—something that made her belly tighten.
He leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “I want to take you home.”
Her body burned brighter than a star on the edge of extinction. The unspoken promise in those words and the way he pressed his hips subtly against hers told her exactly what he had planned for her once they made it home.
Home.
She never called anywhere home before Sandrock. She was a wandering soul, flitting from place to place with no real direction. This whole time, she’d been looking for a justification to put down roots, but maybe she didn’t ever really need one to begin with.
She was just too afraid to take a chance, and that stupid fortune had been her excuse, but Unsuur made it worth the risk.
“Kiss me.”
He pressed his lips to hers. Someone whistled behind them, but she didn’t care. The rest of the saloon and its patrons melted away until only Unsuur remained. The man she loved, her rock, her reason to stay.
She finally found her home.
And it was here, in Unsuur’s arms.
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Tl;dr: The heavily revised physical edition Dreams of the Dying, my novel set in the Enderal universe, is now available for pre-order via Amazon via my website. Special early bird prices are $32.99 for the hardcover with an illustrated appendix, $12.99 for the paperback, and $2.99 for the eBook. It’s a prequel featuring Jespar, but, for reasons outlined below, opens up a new canon. Amazon.de has yet to pick up the listing for the physical editions, but they are incredibly slow—I’m working to get that done.
Hey guys,
This is Nicolas, the writer of Enderal speaking. As some of you may know, I’ve been working on an Enderal novel, Dreams of the Dying. First released as a web version, I spent the past year completely rewriting and improving the book, adding and removing chapters, revising characters arcs, and improving plotting, worldbuilding, and style. In total, I rewrote the web edition three times from cover to cover. Well, it’s finally time: Dreams of the Dying is now available for pre-order on Amazon!
The English version of Dreams of the Dying will release on October 20. A German (and perhaps Russian) translation will follow as soon as possible.
Please note that this is a rendering and that the actual hardcover looks slightly different, with same format but a matte dust jacket and a matte, laminated case. A big shoutout to Dominik Derow for the cover artwork, Johanna Krünes for her cover design, and Joyce, for her tips, patience, and help with this product shot.
Jaaros Oonai, magnate, visionary, and master of coin, doesn’t muse about whether the glass is half empty or half full—only about ways to fill it.
Jespar Dal’Varek, drifter, mercenary, and master of avoidance, doesn’t muse at all. He’d rather just drink the damn wine.
Two lives that could not be more different intertwine when a strange contract leads Jespar to the tropical island empire of Kilay, the wealthiest nation of the Civilized World.
The mission turns out to be as bizarre as it is lucrative: Jaaros Oonai, the country’s merchant king, knows something that could stop a catastrophe, but he has fallen into an inexplicable coma. Together with an ex-priestess and a psychic, Jespar must enter Oonai’s dreams and find this secret.
What should have been a fresh start rapidly turns into a nightmare, as Jespar slides into a spiral of disturbing dreams, political intrigue, and clashing ideals, where not only the fate of Kilay but his own sanity are at stake. It’s not long before he learns that only a spider’s thread divides the sleeping and the awoken.
And that there’s no greater enemy than one’s own mind.
The hardcover edition comes with an appendix that includes additional lore, such as an illustrated bestiary, a guide to Kilayan fashion, illustrations of the (re-envisioned) seven Light-Born, a short guide to the Makehu language, and much more.
Even though Dreams could be considered a prequel, I didn’t write this as an expansion or fan service but rather as my debut, and a book that stands on its own. This edition differs vastly from the web version, and, though it is up to you to judge, I’m a million times happier with it.
If you’re on the fence and would like to wait for reviews—here’s hoping I get enough—I fully understand. However, if you would buy the novel, you’d do me a great favor if you considered pre-ordering. One of the biggest challenges as an indie author is exposure; since Amazon registers all pre-orders as Day 1 sales, a lot of Day 1 sales would give me a chance to climb in the novel’s category and boost visibility for readers outside the Enderal community. To make this worth it to you, the book will sell for a special early bird price of $32.99 for the hardcover with the illustrated appendix, $12.99 for the paperback, and $2.99 for the eBook, as opposed to $37, $16, and $5. Just follow the link to my website and click pre-order—it will take you right to your local Amazon marketplace.
Unfortunately, Amazon.de has yet to pick up the listing for the physical editions, but they are incredibly slow—I’m working to get that done.
I’m aware the hardcover is in the upper price range, but it uses the best materials, and the illustrated appendix cost a lot to produce. It’s also the only edition where I make a more solid revenue, so see it as a way to support my work, if you wish.
If you’re a patron and pledged $110 or more since October 2018, I’ll be in touch a few weeks before launch to send out your signed hardcover copy right away. Thanks again for your support, Dreams became a far pricier project than I anticipated, and your patronage helped me immensely in covering the cost.
Lastly, a word of warning before you pre-order: For the paperback edition, I took the drastic step to separate Dreams and all future Enderal novels from the game canon. There are two good reasons for this. First, the Vyn games were created over 17 years, the earliest one being Myar Aranath in 2003. Fascinating as this idea may be, it also means that the lore of the Vyn universe was created by a myriad of different authors (the latest and current one being me when I joined the team in 2011). As a result of this, the lore of Vyn has always felt a little disjointed and inconsistent; I initially took these differences as challenges to conquer, but the longer I wrote, the more I realized how much these inconsistencies bothered me and how hard they made it to write the story and the universe I envisioned. Let me assure you that this decision wasn’t easy and does not reflect a lack of appreciation for the work of the previous workers. I stayed faithful to the lore whenever possible.
The second reason is a trickier one: Jespar. This character has been in my mind for nine years now, and I love him with all my heart. Still, the more I immersed myself in the story of Dreams, the more I grew aware of how incredibly constraining it was to write a story where the end is already written; because Jespar is alive in 8234 a. St. (1234 P.L. in new canon lore), you all know he will never be in real danger. Again, there is undoubtedly an intriguing challenge to writing such a “safe” story, but—similar to the lore, I increasingly felt like I was writing with fetters on.
So, what does this mean? Aside from the fact that anything can now happen, the consequences aren’t that drastic. Enderal is still Enderal, and Jespar is still Jespar, albeit thirteen years younger and at another point in his life. I changed and expanded details about his backstory, but his essential conflicts are still the same, only refined. Major changes include modifications to the Light-Born (their aspects, how they came to be, when and how they disappeared, and the societal consequences of that disappearance), the time frame of the different eras, and a complete rework of the magic system. Minor changes include dates, the spelling of names and locations (Kilay, not Kilé), and others details I tweaked for consistency and worldbuilding coherence.
And that’s about it. I’m aware and grateful for the love many of you have for this world, and believe me, I did my best to honor it; I just realized I cannot tell a good story with one arm tied behind my back. If it’s any solace, I can promise you that new book canon is ironclad – I’m pathologically obsessive about consistency and cohesive worldbuilding, but without a solid framework, that’s a recipe for frustration and disaster. See it as a different but nearby eventuality: details and fates may differ, but the soul of the world remains the same.
If all that didn’t scare you off, pre-order away! I also set up a Goodreads page for the book, so you can add it to your To-Be-Reads or even recommend it to your friends – this is an indie project by all means, so I’m grateful for every bit of support. Please keep in mind that the Goodreads is for the revised edition, not the web edition, so if you’re planning to leave a low rating, I’d be grateful if you waited to read the actual book in October 20. It’s a different experience.
Last but not least, a big thank you to everyone who supported me on Patreon, created fanart for Enderal, or just let me know they enjoyed this game and were looking forward to the novel. This novel was meant to be a 6-month stint but, boy, did it turn into something more. It sounds sentimental, but this last year has been rough personally, and your support and encouragement kept me going.
I hope this story will live up to your expectations.
Best,
Nicolas
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Idk if it's okay to ask multiple things in one ask? If not, you can just pick one/some of these (I'll leave the choice up to you~): 001 - bnha | 002 - momojirou, izuocha | 003 - kaminari, hawks, tsuyu, jirou, uraraka, shigaraki, midoriya
Yeah that’s totally fine!! Though someone else did send me Izuocha (link) and bnha (link) in other asks, but I shall answer the rest here!! I’m gonna put it under a cut so it doesn’t take a million years to scroll past lol
I think I’m gonna do the characters you sent besides Uraraka and Deku, mostly because I talk about them all the time anyways. And the odds of someone else sending me those two are fairly high so on we go!!
To kick things off, Momojirou!
002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:
when or if I started shipping it.
Y’know, I’m not really sure? It wasn’t anything in canon. I think it was just a piece of fanart that got me to consider it and I was like “hmmmm you have my attention…” about it afterwards lol
my thoughts:
I think they’re a really cute prospect! We already know that Momo’s helped Kyouka with studying for the final exams, and then Hori said in the Ultra Archive book that just came out that they’re sharing music with one another and they’re really close friends so!! I’d be more than down with this ship lol
What makes me happy about them:
They’re so different, but they’re eager to learn more about each other! That’s always something really cute…!
What makes me sad about them:
They’re not a very popular ship :/ I see a lot of fanart, but not much in the way of fics unless they’re just there like in the background primarily.
Things done in fanfic that annoys me:
They’re usually a background ship lmao
Things I look for in fanfic:
Give me them as the main focus and show me two girls who care about each other and I’m very sold lol
My kinks:
Errrr I really don’t have any lol
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:
For Momo I think AwaseMomo is cute, so’s the concept of IidaMomo and maybe TodoMomo if you give me good build up. For Jirou I’d say I’d be down with Kamijirou and also no one talks about it but like…guys we’re all sleeping on Minajirou…
My happily ever after for them:
They get to be cute girlfriends during off time from Hero work. Jirou also writes rock music in her free time, and Momo loves get togethers to invite all of their friends over and listen to Jirou play.
Okay on to the people questions!!
003 | Give me a character & I will tell you
First and foremost, Kaminari!
How I feel about this character:
I really like Kaminari! He’s a huge goofball but he also really cares about his friends. And while he may not have the highest grades in the class, he seems to be really good at reading people!
All the people I ship romantically with this character:
Kamijirou, ShinKami, KamiMina, KamiKiri… I’d be down with any of those tbh.
My non-romantic OTP for this character:
KamiSero. Bros man. Bros for life
My unpopular opinion about this character:
I don’t think he’s quite as dumb as some parts of the fandom can portray him as though I think his classmates do over exaggerate it themselves similar to how fandom does
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
Mostly I just hope we get him in more serious situations as the story continues? The only time we’ve seen him really get serious was during the license exam. And I just think it’d be nice to see him under a more serious kind of pressure now that he has better means of controlling his quirk.
My OTP:
Kaminari/Wheeeey
My OT3:
I can’t even think of a solid OT3 here that I could really get behind so idk.
Next up we got Hawks!
How I feel about this character:
Lemme tell you, I was not expecting to love Hawks as much as I do? He’s not really one of my top 5 or anything but any time he shows up I’m like “Hey!!! It’s mah boy!!!” He’s great, love him. Terrified for him also considering how many Icarus parallels we’ve gotten hahahahaha
All the people I ship romantically with this character:
I think the concept of Huyumi is neat?
My non-romantic OTP for this character:
EndHawks are a solid brotp from how the manga’s going rn. Also Tokoyami and Hawks. And my OC Hikaru and Hawks I mean what.
My unpopular opinion about this character:
I’m not really sure tbh. Maybe just that I don’t think he’s gonna turn on the heroes for real? I know that’s been a thing like “how do we know what side he’s really on?” But I think the latest chapter kinda helps kick that away idk
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
*banging pots and pans together* DEEPEN THAT BACK STORY GIVE ME MORE INFO DAMMIT
My OTP:
Hawks/Living
My OT3:
Again I…have no idea lmao
Alright now we go on to Tsuyu!!
How I feel about this character:
Tsuyu is a good frog. I really enjoy her character and her overall just chill kind of nature I guess? But I also love that she’s still willing to stand up for her convictions! Like, saying what she did in the hospital took a lot guts! And then telling the rescue group how much knowing they went through with it hurt her… She’s a brave girl who stands up for what she believes in. She’s got a good head on her shoulders for sure!
All the people I ship romantically with this character:
Habuko/Tsuyu, Tsuchako… It occcurs to me that I must headcanon her as wlw because I can’t really imagine her with any of the dudes.
My non-romantic OTP for this character:
TokoTsuyu and MidoTsu! I love the way she interacts with both boys and how easily they work together and she gets along with them!
My unpopular opinion about this character:
Idk I think it reads really weird when people write her as saying “kero” or “ribbit” every single sentence. Like, she does say it often enough but not like every sentence. I’m not sure outside of that what an unpopular opinion would even be for her.
Actually also consider…transgirl Tsuyu. Thank you for your consideration.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
I’d like to see her struggles a little more? She’s been a part of a couple of arcs but it’s mostly just with her just kinda being there. We don’t see her struggling like Ochako does following Overhaul. The most struggle we got was the hospital and follow up scene. It would be nice to expand on that for her character I think. Give us a better grasp on her by knowing how she goes through something hard.
Maybe also show us something with her family too!
My OTP:
Habuko/Tsuyu by a mile!
My OT3:
I can’t really think of one, but I think that’s just cause I only have the two ships and I feel weird pushing that into an OT3 when Habuko and Ochako don’t know each other lol
Then we have Jirou!!
How I feel about this character:
Jirou’s kind of a nice change from a lot of the other girls in Class A. The rest are pretty bubbly or upbeat while Jirou’s kind of lowkey and sarcastic? She’s a good change of pace while also being really nice to bounce said characters off of. I also like seeing her love of music. And the fact that while it’s something she really does love she’s not really looking to make a career out of it? Because sometimes you want your hobbies and job separate so that’s cool to see too.
All the people I ship romantically with this character:
Oh gosh okay um Momojirou, Kamijirou, KoudaJirou and Minajirou. These are all good and I will stand by it lol
My non-romantic OTP for this character:
Bakujirou. Listen…the cultural festival and then the joint training put this friendship in my heart and I’m so about it! But also I love her friendships with all the people in the ships I mentioned…
My unpopular opinion about this character:
Idk if this is unpopular but I don’t think she’s very uppity about music taste? I think Jirou’s really open to a wide variety of music but she tends to enjoy rock the most. It’s part of why she’s learned to play so many instruments, I think!
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
Give me a moment where she gets to be at the core of something heroic. We almost got a glimpse of that in the USJ attack. But then she was unconscious for the training camp, she wasn’t part of Overhaul… She did get focus in the cultural festival but that was about the music, more than any like hero mission or anything…
My OTP:
Jirou/Music
I’m sorry I know a lot of these OTPs sound like jokes but it’s mostly because there isn’t like one of the romantic ships that super outweighs the others for me.
My OT3:
*shrugs*
And last but certainly not least: Shigaraki!! BE FOREWARNED LOTS AND LOTS OF SPOILERS AHEAD!!
How I feel about this character:
Shigaraki is a poor bastard that I love to hate. He’s a really complex character as we’ve been shown since the villain arc. His backstory is absolutely tragic. And Hori keeps painting for us these parallels to Deku but ultimately they function more as foils. Putting them in similar situations only to highlight the difference the two characters have with one another.
I can’t wait to see what else Hori has in story regarding him!
All the people I ship romantically with this character:
Hmmm, I’m not really sure I have a ship for him really? I think it’s mostly just that I haven’t considered it, so I don’t really have any thoughts regarding that.
My non-romantic OTP for this character:
His whole relationship to the League is...actually really sweet? It’s nice that they’ve all found this little home and camaraderie with one another.
My unpopular opinion about this character:
I don’t really think he’s all that bad? Like I know there’s a lot that don’t think he’s very interesting or what have you, but I really find his character fascinating and I can’t wait to see how much more he grows outside of AfO’s influence.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
I really like the idea of some of his memories being faked by AfO or else that AfO is the one that gave him his quirk in the first place. It just makes the most sense to me considering how his quirk started out so strong right at the beginning when all the other quirks we’ve seen don’t start off immediately strong unless they’re a quirk with a stockpile effect (e.g. OfA and Eri’s Rewind).
My OTP:
Shigaraki/Medication for his skin condition :
My OT3:
I don’t even have any ships how would I do an OT3 lmao
#Anonymous#Momojirou#Kaminari Denki#Hawks#Takami Keigo#Asui Tsuyu#Jirou Kyouka#Shigaraki Tomura#Shimura Tenko#bnha#about me#ask#This got really long lolol
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1, 6, 15, 17, 23, 41 aand 44 please
Thanks for playing! <3
1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?
The first I got involved in? Not wrote, but just... involved. Mh. It’s gotta be One Piece, that’s where I discovered fanart and fanfiction for the first time. First fic I ever read was some self-insert love-triangle between a Mary-Sue and Luffy and Ace and I absolutely loved it because the mere fact that here, for free, I just got to read about my favorite characters and my favorite anime was absolutely mindblowing.
6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.
Holy effing shit this one alone will take A LONG TIME. Okay. Cutting this short to actually involved in, as in I actively read or wrote in that fandom, not every time a ship caught my fancy. And only one OTP per fandom, the top OTP.
Also, alphabetical order.
Ace of Diamond: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun
Arrowverse: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart/Barry Allen
Avatar - Legend of Korra: Iroh II/Bolin (I never really got into TLA when it came to fanfiction)
Ben 10: Rook Blonko/Ben Tennyson (HIGHLY UNTERRATED SHIP!)
Beyblade: Yuriy Iwanov/Rei Kon (my second-ever fandom where I actually got active as a writer! ;^;)
Card Captor Sakura: Spinel Sun/Keroberos
Charmed: Cole Turner/Phoebe Halliwell
Chicago Fire: Kelly Severide/Matt Casey
Danny Phantom: Danny Phantom/Danny Fenton (...and here, you can see exhibit A as to how I got into selfcest)
Death Note: Yagami Light/L
Descendants: Prince Pen/Carlos de Vil
Detective Conan: Kuroba Kaito/Kudou Shinichi
Digimon: Motomiya Daisuke/Takaishi Takeru
Dragon Prince: Soren/Callum
Entourage: Ariel Gold/Eric Murphy
Eureka: Nathan Stark/Jack Carter
Fairy Tail: Loke/Lucy Heartfilia (it’s my OTP, but it’s not the ship I was reading xD)
Fast and the Furious: Dominic Toretto/Brian O’Conner
Free!: Yamazaki Sousuke/Nanase Haruka
Glee: David Karofsky/Kurt Hummel/Noah Puckerman
Grimm: Eddie Monroe/Nick Burckhardt
Haikyuu!!: Kozume Kenma/Hinata Shouyou
Harry Potter: Fred & George Weasley/Harry Potter
Heroes: Gabriel Gray/Peter Petrelli
Hetalia Axis Powers: France/Germany
Hunger Games: Cato/Peeta Mellark
Imposters: Richard Evans/Ezra Bloom
Inuyasha: Kouga/Inuyasha
Jungle Book: Shere Khan/Bagheera
How to Train Your Dragon/Rise of the Guardians: Hiccup Haddock/Jack Frost
Killjoys: Prima Dezz/Johnny Jaqobis
Kim Possible: Shego/Kim Possible
Kingdom Hearts: Axel/Sora
Kuroko no Basuke: Takao Kazunari/Kuroko Tetsuya
Lord of the Rings: Gimli/Legolas
Lucifer: Mazikeen Smith/Chloe Decker
MacGyver: Jack Dalton/Angus MacGyver
Magi Legend of the Labyrinth: Sinbad/Alibaba Saluja
Marvel: it’s a tie between Loki/Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Maze Runner: Newt/Thomas
Merlin: Gwaine/Merlin
Miraculous Ladybug: Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Adrien Agreste
Musketeers: Porthos/Athos/Aramis/D’Artagnan
One Piece: Trafalgar Law/Monkey D. Luffy
Percy Jackson: Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson
Pitch Perfect: Kommissar/Beca Mitchell
Prince of Stride: Suwa Reiji/Fujiwara Takeru
Psych; Carlton Lassiter/Shawn Spencer
Ranma 1/2: Ryoga Hibiki/Ranma Saotome
Riverdale: Jughead Jones/Archie Andrews
Road to El Dorado: Tulio/Miguel
Royal Pains: Boris Küster von Jürgens-Ratenicz/Henry Lawson
Sailor Moon: Kou Seiya/Tsukino Usagi tied with Tenoh Haruka/Tsukino Usagi
Scrubs: Percival Cox/JD Dorian
Shadowhunters: Magnus Bane/Jace Herondale
Sky High: Warren Peace/Will Stronghold
Sleeping Beauty: Maleficent/Aurora
Smallville: Oliver Queen/Clark Kent
Teen Wolf: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Transformers: Ironhide/William Lennox/Sam Witwicky
Trollhunters: Draal/Jim Lake
Twilight: Edward Cullen/Jacob Black
Vampire Academy: Mason Ashford/Christian Ozera
Voltron: Takashi Shirogane/Keith Kogane/Lance McClain
Wicked: Elphaba Thropp/Glinda of the Arduennas
Young Justice: Roy Harper/Dick Grayson
Yu-Gi-Oh!: Kaiba Seto/Jonouchi Katsuya (the first ever ship I wrote for!!!)
15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?
I mean. 75% of the ships I love are “obscure”. I... I always find the very obvious mainstream ships... boring. I mean, sometimes I find them nice in canon, but mostly I find canon to provide enough about them that I don’t really need fandom to get more of it, you know? Or, which also often happens, I find the mainstream ships have more of a very strong friendship-dynamic, or even a sibling-dynamic in some cases, and I just can’t really find it in myself to want to see them in a romantic way.
So, if I have to pick an, as in one, obscure ship, I will have to go with my top OTP. Jagnus. Jace and Magnus literally lived together, in both the show-canon and the book-canon, yet somehow it is an “obscure” ship. I mean, not somehow, we all know why. It’s the unwritten fandom rule of “canon mlm shall NEVER EVER BE BROKEN UP HOW DARE YOU SHIP ONE WITH SOMEONE ELSE”. You have no idea how often that rule has come between me and my OTP. Basically every time there is a canon mlm ship, really.
And this in no way or shape means to criticize those who only ship canon and are content with it, you do you, but I do find the lack of creativity in shipping in fandom where there is a canon mlm ship... really damn boring. Fandoms without canon mlm representation have the wildest constellations of ships, have a far broader variety of content, but when there is canon mlm, the majority of a fandom tends to just happily sit down with it and hug it and prefer not to be creative with the content and the shipping. And as a certified multishipper, I don’t really get that - like, even if you like the canon, you could have multiple ships?
17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite?
My first OTP was Shere Khan/Bagheera, because gods do I love Jungle Cubs. And while other ships I interact more with have pushed it off the throne, if I see any form of Sheregheera content, I am immediately sucked in, no questions asked, no hesitation. I am utterly in love with this very rare, small, very obscure actually, ship and I will always love it and it still is one of my favorites.
23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.
Ooof. Interesting one. I’ve done a variety of PJO fics I’m particularly fond of in previous versions of such a question, so let’s go with something else this time. “The Lost Soulmarks”. It’s, at this point, probably my own personal most reread story. I just reread it the other night, actually. It just - it hits all of the right spots in what I want from a fic. Very often, I write to please my readers, with “What do my followers like most?” in my mind at least to a certain degree, but some things are absolutely self-indulgent. And I should really write more absolutely self-indulgent fics because those are the ones I myself keep coming back to. It has ABO-verse, it has soulmates, it’s Jace-centric, with lots of love, misunderstandings but not the kind where one of them is to blame but rather where it’s due to the circumstances, it’s really emotionally painful, but pays off in the end. It’s... seriously those are all the things I love.
41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:
Uuuhm so like five WIPs where I am desperately waiting for updates?
Shadowhunters, Jagnus: “Non-Fat Frappuccino With Extra Whipped Cream” by @kimmycup - it’s my top OTP and my best friend gave it to me but now she is slowly murdering me with the wait for part 2
Shadowhunters, Jimon: “Strings” by annhamilton - I looove this story, only recently discovered it and fell in love with it and am now not-quite-patiently waiting for the next chapter
Avengers, WinterIron: “(Iron Is A) Star Killer” by RayShippouUchiha - a fic I read... a while ago and recently rediscovered with the latest update and am now desperately waiting for more!
Avengers, WinterIron: “An Unempty Nest” by gryvon - same as the one above, I read this a while ago and forgot about it and recently rediscovered it for myself and still love it
Avengers, Steve/Bucky/Tony/Tony: “Second Chance (at happiness)” by SailorChibi - I got this fic recommended and devoured it in one sitting and have since then checked nearly daily for updates because I greatly enjoy it!
44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?
*bangs potts and pans together* JAGNUS JAGNUS JAGNUS SERIOUSLY THEY LIVED TOGETHER. THEY LITERALLY WERE ROOMMATES. IN ANY OTHER FANDOM THAT’D HAVE TAKEN OFF LIKE NOTHING ELSE. THE PARALLELS BETWEEN THEM!! LET. MY. GOLDEN. EYED. BOYS. FIND. HAPPINESS. IN. EACH. OTHER.
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“The Trail We Blaze” A Queen/Querencia AU Fiction Chapter One
EDIT(01.06.19) ~ I have finally decided upon a title and therefore, this series is officially titled, “The Trail We Blaze”.
At last darlings, it’s here! Here are the people that wanted to be tagged to read the story: @freddieseyeliner @mlle-fahrenheit @starlight-and-moonshine @dragonrider96 @littlesilhouettowalkson@yogurtbattle @darlingfreddie @freddimercurys @queen-ruined-my-life @yogurtbattle @ms-melina-mercury
PS, if you feel like doing any fanart related to this chapter, tag my username so that I can see it and if you include Quentin and/or Marley, please give the right credit! :)
To explain quickly for those that don’t know: Quentin Featherling and Marley Allaire are fictional characters I created that have their own universe (Querencia) and were not created for this story but rather be involved in it. They were born in a different time outside of this one if that makes any sense.
Without further ado, relax, grab a blanket and a hot cup of tea, and enjoy the read. :D
~The following content contains an intermediate use of language. Read at your own risk~
Summary:
The setting is Rockfield Farm, Wales in the summer of 1975. The four graduates that starting gaining a sense of fame from their band Queen, journey out to the countryside to escape from the distractions London and record their newest album to follow on the success of a recent single “Killer Queen.” However, they are not alone in this journey as they are accompanied by a troubled teen youth and a professional shepherd: each with their own purpose for coming along in the journey. As time passes, the four get to learn more about these two people and develop their own mutual relationships with them. Perhaps as the two get to know the four personally, they discover much about each other and discover something that might even surprise one another. Only time will tell.
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Chapter One:
Outside of Rockfield, Wales
Early summer 1975
It was a normal drive in the countryside away from the influence of London, England. As long as you ignore the fact that it wasn’t. To the locals that only caught a glimpse of the Volkswagen driving by would presume that it was the last of the hippies since their era was coming to a close. What no one outside of the Volkswagen didn’t know was that the people inside were all somebody that not even in years would be seen traveling out in the countryside.
Inside of the Volkswagen were four graduates each with a different degree, gradually building a reputation for themselves going by a name called “Queen”. Their names were Brian May, John Deacon, Roger Taylor, and Freddie Mercury, whom all were familiar with one another with the several gigs under their belts, as well as put together only a couple of albums that haven’t helped them so far in reaching stardom. Except for their recent single that was released the year before. The only thing that the boys were concerned with at the moment was an intensive game of Scrabble. This wasn’t uncommon for the lads to play rounds of the game while on the road to pass the time. Anyone that knew each of them individually could clearly tell which words on the board were placed down.
Meanwhile, two passengers were sitting up front of the van where the view only lied straight ahead of them. The pair, Quentin Featherling and Marley Allaire, had only met each other the same time as they met Queen a week ago.
The girl was busy rolling the hemline of her ripped skinny jeans to her ankles, desperate to do something with the limited cushioned space she had upfront. Along with nothing peculiar about the sights outside her passenger window to immortalize through her pictures as her Polaroid camera rested balanced on her thigh. She still couldn’t believe how the day had gone by so fast with waking up early to get picked up at her front door by Quentin and fell asleep the first hour in. She only awoke three hours ago when they reached the halfway point of reaching Rock
The twenty-seven-year-old professional shepherd driving behind the wheel could feel the heat of the sun trembling goosebumps on his forearms. His mind was clear on the road ahead of him as he was behind the wheel, but yet he occasionally thought back and forth double checking that he indeed remembered to bring his sword along. It was chaotic for him earlier today as it was for all of them to organize and stack their luggage on top of the van before departing London for Wales.
Suddenly, Quentin felt a quick three taps on his padded shoulder and he checked his rear-view mirror to see that it was only John. He smiled as a small greeting to John through the mirror since he needed to keep checking the unpaved gravel roads. Marley acknowledged John was right in the middle as she put her other foot down on the floor finished with cuffing her jeans.
“Um, excuse me, Quentin? How long do you think it’ll be until we’re in Rockfield?”
“No need to worry, John. We’ll get there when we get there.” Quentin’s gaze looked at the time on his wrist and then back on the road. “Which should be approximately twenty minutes.”
“Deaky dear, stop pestering Quentin! You still have your turn to finish!” exclaimed Freddie.
John began to silently creep away from Quentin and Marley as he rejoined Fred, Bri, and Roger to place his words on the Scrabble board. Marley looked over her right shoulder to see what the boys were up to. Stealthy, she unbuckled her seat belt, grabbed her camera and turned fully around to observe the gameplay the twenty-somethings were fiercely making a life or death competition.
“I trust none of you checked my hidden pieces during my short absence?”
“That visit with Quentin was only ten seconds, John, I don’t think that would give Roger here any time to check your pieces.”
“Brian you snitch! How could you?!”
“Roger dear that’s what you get for arriving at the previous rehearsal late….and only with a hint of soberness clogging your judgment,” explained Freddie.
“If you lads are done with your melodramatic betrayal arc, I’m ready to place down my word,” interrupted John, wanting to get back to their game.
John placed down his five words “disco” onto the board aligning with Fred’s word, “dynamite”, which was a clear reference to all of them of their latest single Killer Queen, and to Roger’s word “Romeo”, an obvious reference to the car he currently owned. As John finished and allowed his friends to see his word, Roger threw his arms up into the air.
“Of course, you would’ve gone for that word! Who else could be that obvious!”
John shrugged his shoulders for a few beats in response to Roger’s criticism of his predictable nature. Roger continued on with the gameplay by going next. He placed down his own word down on the board and began to tally his points, taking the lead.
“So that would make it…fifteen points earned from ‘juke’. Brian, you’re up next mate,” cued Roger to as he was tallying his score.
“All right. Here goes then, I think this one might play at the odds.”
Brian took the letters he’s been hiding facedown from Fred, Deaky, and Rog and placed them on the deck spelling it out for the three to see. When Brian was finished, he counted his tally as John and Roger looked at Brian in disbelief.
“Well, lads that should be thirty-one points.”
“Quizzify? Seriously Bri?”
“He isn’t wrong, Rog. It is a valid Scrabble word according to the rules. And, he also just won the whole game,” replied John as he double checked the paperwork in the board game box.
“Brian, dear you are certainly are a clever badger of a bastard,” smoothly replied Freddie. “Since Brian has claimed the crown, and before we restart with the charade again, I believe it’s time for us to indulge in a little revolt?”
With the swift action from his arm, Freddie swiped the cubes off of the board in a theatrical fashion and the boys began to toss the little squares playfully at one another but yet in a rowdy manner. Their forearms being the only defense all of them had as they were sitting down at each other roaring with uncontrollable laughter. This feeling all of them had felt like they were all kids again, embracing the winter by having a traditional snowball fight. The banter continued until….
Click! Snap!
Suddenly, the four stopped when they heard the sound of a camera shutter. Their laughing and chuckles slowly faded away as all of them turned their undivided attention to the sound. To their surprise, it was the young adult with the fusion of blonde/brown hair checking her camera to see how her polaroid turned out. Once it fully developed, she took it out from her camera and grinned; seemingly content with how the quality of the mischievous memory remained intact. She grabbed her shoulder camera bag and carefully placed the picture inside one of the zippers as not to damage it. After setting it aside, returning back to her position she found that the banter no longer carried on. Only this time, she could feel she was being watched and it wasn’t from Quentin. Marley’s chestnut brown eyes came in contact with the four boys that gave her a range of different expressions as she raised a thick brow at them. They didn’t even notice that she was watching the late twentysomethings the whole time, supporting her chin with her light beige freckled arms on the cushioned passenger seat that divided her from the group’s fun chaotic energy.
“I’m sorry, but was that really necessary for you to take a picture? Couldn’t you wait until later on?” asked Roger.
“Well… how else was I supposed to take a polaroid by patiently waiting for a chance to alter life by holding it still with a single press of a button?” she answered.
Four beats of silence went by as they considered the girl’s answer.
“Marley, dear, where ever did you get your hands on that camera?” asked Freddie, curious about the device that he had once tinkered with only by pure fascination.
“Oh, this was a gift, from my mother. She got it for me from a retail camera shop in Yorkton. Before she decided to….” Marley quickly coughed into her fist to change the subject matter.
“If it’s alright with you, could I please see your picture?” asked Brian.
“Yeah, I don’t care sure. Brian, be careful with how you touch it, okay?”
Marley took out her polaroid from her camera bag and passed the developed polaroid to John, who proceeded to pass it to Brian after taking a small look, giving a small smile to the memory she captured. John proceeded to ask Marley, “Where about is Yorkton? Where you grew up?”
“North Saskatchewan. In Canada. Relatively small town. As I said, I wasn’t there for long. I was mostly in the Philippines with my godmother and her family until I graduated high school last month. Then I moved to England after being offered this internship.”
“You certainly captured quite a story from a few minutes ago, to say the least,” Brian added as a positive comment as he passed the picture over to Roger.
“At least there’s an amount of enthusiasm from this shot. So, I guess you might’ve already decided about where you’re going to study photography for university, hey Marley?”
Marley began to intertwine her long wavy bob into her own fingers to little waves as she answered, “Um….at the moment I haven’t figured it out. I haven’t considered which one I should go to yet. They’re all so…daunting. I just feel really unsure if anything from my photography portfolio would be that spectacular to show off for review.”
“Hey, Fred studied at the at Ealing Art College. Freddie, you recall what the program was like?” asked Roger as he passed the square picture to Freddie.
“Roger, no one could forget what Ealing what like. Honestly, sweetheart, it was a bloody waste of time. That’s not to say I didn’t learn anything during my time there, I did gain some skills in graphic design. Wish they offered music as a part of their curriculum if I could be fucking honest.”
“I heard you, Mr. Mercury!”
“Quentin, we’re all adults here and Marley might as well be considered one for moving on her own to England.”
“Young adult maybe Brian, but still a teenager. No more swearing back there,” warned Quentin.
“They do, however, offer photography as a study. I don’t really know what they do, I’ve only ever seen glimpses of the coursework.” Freddie took a momentary gaze into Marley’s photograph, and commented as he handed it back to John, “You have quite a gift in capturing something fun that connects with a fond, happy memory.”
John passed back the photograph to Marley as she put it back where it was. She was starting to consider Freddie’s recommendation. Ealing Art College. Might be a potential possibility to concentrate on during the day and then sneak out at night to search for….
“Hmmm. I’ll think about it, thank you, Freddie.”
“Anytime, dear.”
Marley paused, feeling like there was more than she would want to talk about and ask, but she could feel the awkward stillness crawling back into the space of the van fogging her own thoughts. Marley’s own fingers began to pick at the skin around her nails from the anxious frustrating void that severely doubted her own social interaction. With not many ideas streaming into Marley for conversation starters, she tried ending it so that she could go back to doing nothing.
“Okay…so I guess if you guys don’t want me to watch you anymore, I’ll just turn back around. I guess we’ll talk more when we’re at Rockfield.”
Marley tried to get her feet back into the uncomfortable space she occupied before she could turn back around into her seat, turned away from the lads. It wasn’t until Freddie invited, “Dear wait don’t go just yet. If you’re tired of being held up front, why don’t you come to join us for a new game of Scrabble?”
Marley’s look fixated back at Freddie’s from over her shoulder after he right there and then, asked her to tag along into their game. No one’s really asked her to participate in anything for so long that it all felt so new again. I guess that’s what comes with being alone in England, Marley. You’re rarely being offered to join in with a group of like-minded peers…. And not really knowing anyone all that well…. Damn it stop drifting away in your own mind and say something before he changes his mind! She fully turned back around the way she was positioned earlier.
“Wait…you truly mean it, Freddie? You’re inviting me, to play Scrabble, with you guys?”
“Of course. We can’t ask Quentin since he’s driving, now can we?” joked John as he began to actively clean up the mess from the scattered Scrabble pieces.
“Believe me, John, I would, but ask me again when I’ve suddenly sprouted a second pair of arms,” replied Quentin.
“Unless you don’t want me to impose. I don’t care either way.”
“No, it’s fine Marley just climb over already!” Roger encouraged.
Marley, yearning for belonging since she had left behind an adolescent life she used to know, began to form a bright smile on her face. She dared to lift one leg over the cushioned seat to find her proper footing on the ground, and then the other leg which almost hit Quentin at the side of his face.
“Marley, ahck! Hey! Could you be careful and warn me when you’re climbing over the seat like that next time? I’m driving.”
After coming to the other side of the van, she brushed the wrinkles off of her black ringer shirt. She walked naturally over to the lads and settled down sitting with her long legs crossed. She went in between John and Freddie in the array of draped blankets and cushions that made the expanded space in the van feel much like home. Brian, Roger, Freddie, and Marley began helping John gather all the pieces needed to put the delightful game back together.
“So, you’re pretty familiar with how to play Marley?” asked Brian.
“Yeah, I know it all too well, Brian. I played this all the time with my friends. How does this work for you guys in deciding who goes first? Do you follow the rules or do you just change it every time?”
“Usually we would just-” started Roger.
“Wait just a moment dear honeys. There’s only one thing missing before we renter the dangerous campaign of Death Scrabble.”
“But Freddie, everything we need to start another game is right here. Marley joined in, so what else could we be missing?” asked John.
After building up the suspense of his fellow band mates, Marley left in the dark about what the hell was going on, until he finally unveiled, “A proper appellation. To our spirited newcomer.”
Bri, Rog, and Deaky all gave each other an all but familiar look and smiled when Freddie made the grand announcement. They knew. The trio knew exactly what he was about to do, all Marley gave the boys was the same one lifted eyebrow look that only radiated bewildered. The one thought repeating over and over through her mind was what the fuck is Freddie talking about? What the fuck is Freddie talking about? What is he going to do? Oh my fucking god, act cool Marley! Is this normal? Marley’s gaze fell on Brian’s hazel eyes for an answer as to what Freddie was about to do. All his eyes could simply reply to her was, just wait and see. Marley looked back at Freddie, slightly prepared for
In the most flamboyant and theatrical way he knew how he declared, “From now on, I hereby dub thee, ‘Mars of the Stars’.”
Freddie returned back from his declaration and allowed Marley a moment to accept her nickname. She liked the sound of it, but all she could ever wonder was why he would go through the trouble of giving her a nickname. She didn’t see herself as someone so great and full of stride. A rebel perhaps, but not anything worthy. He continued, “What do you think, dear? Does it suit you?”
“Why give me a nickname like ‘Mars of the Stars’, Freddie?”
“I’m glad you asked. There are two reasons, darling For one, Mars is easier said and done with having such an ordinary name like Marley when you can be named after a planet?”
“Ah, so kind of like your surname I guess?”
“Now you’re starting to understand, Mars. Secondly, every inch of your whole body has freckles everywhere. Almost like you dived headfirst into a lake of incandescent stars that graced you, darling! And you’re not even a redhead for god’s sake!”
“Pfft! Yeah, you know how by the numbers that would be if you actually were born with red hair?” blurted Roger.
“Now that you mention it, if it did turn out I had red hair, my grandmother’s expectations of me would be severely subverted.”
The four laughed along with Marley at her reply and for the first time in months, Marley began to laugh harder than she thought she was capable of. It felt freeing that she could temporarily release everything she’s kept down. After their laughter once again swayed down, there was only one question left on Marley’s mind.
“Hey Freddie, what would you nickname Quentin? I haven’t heard you address him by a nickname yet.”
Freddie had thought long and hard about it even before Marley asked him about it. He had considered it even the first time he met him alongside John Reid, “Hmmm, to be honest honey I was brainstorming something along the lines of, dare I say, ‘Blue Tit’ Featherling?”
All the way up front, Quentin overheard Freddie’s unofficial nickname that would be cuffed to him for eternity and even looked through the rear-view mirror to notice Roger and John snickering at the mere thought of Quentin’s nickname. He didn’t know how to react other than stare at the dashboard feeling his cheeks burn. However, Quentin became so distracted from the chatter of the group that he didn’t realize that he was coming close an unattended herd of sheep that were crossing the gravel road!
He immediately slammed the breaks as the others in the back lost their shit due to the unexpected stop. Quentin was hoping in the least that they didn’t hurt any of the animals but yet stressed about the passengers in the back. Luckily, the VW camper van barely hit any sheep as he was close to them by a few feet. Oh, fuck! How could I have allowed myself to fall for that?! I’m so stupid I should’ve been watching the road! this is all my fault if any of them have a concussion or a broken wrist before reaching Rockfield!
Quentin shuffled the gear on the camper van to park and took the keys out of the ignition. He turned back around checking on the others. He felt a tinge of cold sweat drip down from his forehead and trailing down his spine.
“Brian! Roger! Mr. Mercury! John! Marley! Are you all okay back there? Any serious injuries! For god’s sake just say something!” exclaimed Quentin with the slightest hint of panic in his voice.
“It’s alright, we’re all still alive. Damn, that was just borderline crazy. How about you, Quentin?” Roger called to Quentin.
“Well not dead but I should be after that fiasco could’ve gone downhill quick.”
“Brian’s okay too! Mars nothing is broken?”
“Yeah, I’m good Deaky, thanks for the checkup. Freddie how about you? Anything bad?”
“No, I’m alright dear. I haven’t experienced something that wild on the road in a long while. Brian, are you all good?”
“Yeah, that was really unexpected. I’m alright, Fred.”
Marley began to help the lads clean up the pillows and the sheets of blankets everything that was affected by the unpredictable jolt.
Quentin sighed in relief that Queen and Marley didn’t succumb to anything serious. Otherwise, he would be the one to have to take responsibly for the incident. He couldn’t imagine if it had gotten any worse with having the camper van in the ditch and not a telephone in sight to call for a tow truck to get the van. He repositioned his hands where he left his grip marks onto the steering wheel and landed his forehead against the rim of the leather wheel, trying to calm himself but shaming the fact that he almost could’ve endangered lives. He suddenly felt a warm hand touch his shoulder, but this hand felt different compared to when John tapped his finger on his padded shoulder earlier on. Instead, he looked up, and it was Freddie, comforting Quentin with the deeps of guilt he had burdened onto himself like a heavy anchor dragging down his own competence as a shepherd.
Speechless from the aftershock of the jolt and the blame he could feel clogging his throat, he tried uttering, “M-mister Mercury, I’m so sorry. About all of this. This w-was completely my own undoing. I wasn’t paying attention to the-”
“No, stop dear. You should never be so hard on yourself. If I was even driving up front instead of you, we would’ve crashed a long while ago.”
Quentin tucked one of his brown strands of hair that keep getting onto his forehead. “I appreciate you’re trying to make me feel better, but this is my job. My career. If I even slip up with something as major as this, I would lose my license for good.”
Freddie could clearly understand the severity of Quentin’s situation with his main headquarters if he didn’t perform well in this long-term assignment. He suddenly remembered a coined phrase that he picked up whenever things worried him when he was private and along. He came close to Quentin’s ear and whispered, “Darling, listen closely. What is the worst that can happen?”
Quentin took Freddie’s advice into account and he felt something click in him. His gentle, posh voice ringed through his body and he suddenly came to realize that no one was really hurt. Even though this was a serious business, there was no real traction or damage. He looked at Freddie grateful for his advice but started seeing a tender compassionate side to his confidence that reminded him of someone that was previously in his life.
“You can skip the formalities as well, dear. Call me Freddie from now on, alright?”
Quentin gave Freddie a small smile as his tender supportive hand started to slip away from his blue padded waistcoat. He looked at him as he walked back to check on his comrades and on Marley and mouthed to him, “Okay.”
Quentin turned back around to look through the windshield to see the last of the flock had made it to the other side of the road. He put the keys back in the ignition and began driving onward with a bit more of self-assurance guiding him.
~End of Chapter One~
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Soooo Tumblr tagged your new post as "Content for Adults Only" and I can't see it 😢😢 srsly tumblr is pissing me off rn
Anon said:I don't understand how your most recent post about Denki is blocked by safety mode????? Like it's just your art of his birthday! I love the art of it tho, it's fantastic! Keep up the amazing work.
Anon said:*whispers* the thing you just posted contains sensetive media apperantly
Yeah it’s most probably Mineta isn’t it
(jk it was probs my inclination to swear my way through life’s fault, I asked for a review so it should be visible in a bit but for now you can see it here !!)
Anon said:!!! I didn't know when Kaminari's birthday was but his is the same as mine and I'm even more attached to him now !!! Thanks for bringing that info to my attention and also your doodles were amazing I love them and I hope you have a nice day!!
Yay for you and yay for him too!!!!!!!! I hope you’ll have a great birthday tomorrow, anon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And thank you!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:I can't remember if you've already answered this question but in light of Kami's birthday - you once did a comic showing what everyone from the Bakusquad would get him for his birthday, so I wanted to know what do you think Bakugou would get all of his friends for their birthdays?
Bakugou has the hardest time coming up with birthday presents, presents are just Not A Thing He Does, he tries but it’s just ???? I mean think back to how he tried to cheer Kirishima up, that boy is so damn awkward - that said, given how all his friends gave him something he felt the need to show them he could reciprocate, so this is what he came up with:
Sero’s actual tastes in material possessions are a total mystery for everyone, they make absolutely no sense, but what Bakugou KNOWS is that the fucker likes to eat his greens, so that’s what he did for him - he cooked the healthiest and tastiest meal he could manage to make, spent a whole damn lot of time researching it too, and Sero was honestly so touched (he loved it)
Jirou got a offer to go with her to a concert she couldn’t find anyone to go with - she hadn’t outright asked anyone, but it was clear she wanted to go but not alone - the band was too much for all of her friends, so she was sorta letting the idea of going go. Which is when Bakugou offhandedly mentioned that he’d heard there was the one gig from that one band and he was thinking of going since he liked that band and whatever she wanted to come or something? Bakugou had just spent the last day and a half listening to the band’s discography for the sake of making it believable and Jirou saw right through him (she didn’t mention it) (but man Bakugou could be seriously nice couldn’t he)
Mina’s present was to actually agree to go to her party. That was it. Mina’s parties are the opposite of Bakugou’s ideal place to spend a whole night at, they’re loud, and there’s drinking, and dancing, and the whole school is invited and it’s packed, so when she asked him to come she never thought he’d actually agree to go and stay the whole night, but boy did he. He also let her pick his outfit (Mina recognized the effort for the present it was. She was delighted)
Kaminari got a shopping trip - it went like this: Bakugou mentioned he was going to the mall, which always ends up with Kaminari tagging along just to go window shopping. So he stopped in front of the windows, pointed at stuff, made noises about the deals, and Bakugou went “wait here” and then went in and bought whatever Kaminari had been excited about. It happened four times before Kaminari caught on, and then Bakugou literally had to threaten him to make him stop holding back “I’m deciding I wanna do this so I’m doing this” (he still held back, but by the end of it Kaminari had actually whined the sentence “Bakugou please” pointing at yet another jacket or shirt of necklace way more than once) (he was so damn happy he didn’t even think about how he had absolutely no space for everything he’d just bought to fit in his room)
Kirishima was the hardest one (pun intended). Kirishima was actually so difficult Bakugou spent months thinking about what to get him and came up empty handed anyway. He was so damn complicated that Bakugou sucked up his pride and straight out asked him what he wanted for his birthday. “I don’t want to fuck this up”, he said, and Kirishima smiled so hard and so wide and so bright, it felt like enough of a present for him just hearing that. He told him he wanted to spend the day with him, so they did that - studied, sparred, ate, hung with the others. Bakugou didn’t think it was enough of a present since honestly it felt like any other day, but Kirishima was happy, so he guessed it was fine (he found and bought a super rare super expensive Crimson Riot figure to gift him anyway) (Kirishima cried)
Anon said:You are so awesome!!!
sob thank you SO MUCH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;A;
Anon said:It's t[odobak]u week! It's honestly a ship I never thought about, but ever since I saw fanart about them I've been thinking about their dynamic as a couple. How would that even work with their personalities? I know you don't really ship Katsuki with anyone else but Kiri, but let's say for some reason Bakugou and Todoroki got together. How would you describe their complicated relationship/dynamic? I've been thinking about it ever since I saw that fanart Q_Q
I talked about my feelings for these two’s relationship here!! But in all honesty I just can’t see them as romantics (if I could I’d probably ship it hah) so I can’t say how it’d work for them in a relationship of that kind... mostly because all I can think of as an answer is “it wouldn’t work” haha rip
Anon said:I love when you draw Bakugou being a big old softy
Fun fact: I take the fact that Mitsuki is unapologetically soft to Masaru as a good enough proof that in a romantic relationship Bakugou would be the softest to his partner - he’s already soft enough for Kirishima, can you imagine how much more he’d be after being openly in love with him for years? (I can) (it’s beautiful)
Anon said:More adult!AU please!!!!!!!!!!!
Uhhhhhhhhhhh sure, but it wasn’t really an AU tho! It’s just me playing around with their designs a bit, I’ve been drawing them aged up now and again for a while now (tho I admit mostly what stays constant in the design is only the hairstyles, everything else changes based on how I’m feeling it atm) anyway yeah, more will come in the future! Can’t promise the designs will stay totally unchanged, tho haha
Anon said:We only have to last one more day until the next chapter (probably) kills us all with the feels. Thank you to you and your art for getting me through this terrible week of waiting.
;A; you’re welcome, I’m trying to keep myself sane with my own doodles too so helping you along is a beautiful most welcome side-effect
Anon said:Could i have a ref of your adult kiribaku scars? if not i understand! have a great day!
No probs, just, I can’t draw right now cause of hand-problems so you’ll have to make do with me telling you where they are? Also that’s just how I went for it in that drawing, it’s nothing set in stone, really, I keep on adding and moving them around every time I draw them
The only scars Bakugou has there are on his palms - cover the whole of it and reach a bit on the inside of his wrist too, they’re burn scars and come from overusing his quirk one too many times. Kirishima’s got more - aside from the canon eye one he’s got one on the left side of his mouth, one on each forearm in the same spots he’s been hurt in the latest chapter, and one covering most part of his upper back (this one he got protecting civilians with his own body too often and breaking one time too many)
Anon said:I don't know if you take request or not but if you do, could you draw adult bakugou with baby kirishima and vice versa, please? 😙😊
I already have tho!! x x x
Anon said: Holy crap, scarred up hottie Kirishima with the black roots saved my life
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! glad you liked him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *O*
Anon said:denki at the end of your last post is me xD
*whispers* honestly same
Anon said:Okay but think about how fucking pissed Baku would be if Todoroki tripped and fell and broke his ankle walking up the the battle arena and they didn't even get to fight because Todoroki can't even stand.
Listen, listen, if anything like this happened Bakugou would take Todoroki off his list of worthy rivals asap why was he ever even interested in this guy why did he even waste his time like this he’s so done
Anon said:I just got my wisdom teeth removed and can't pronounce "f" , and all I can think ab is Bakugo, in the same case, being pissed as hell because he can't say "fuck" anymore
That’s the moment the squad learns that Bakugou uses the word fuck out of convenience and not because it’s the only one he knows, really (did all those swear words even exist) (how does he even know so many)
Anon said:Fran I just found out why you've stopped posting Haikyuu as much and?? I feel so bad?? Because you're absolutely right, the fandom might be pretty healthy compared to others but it a certain idea of what should be and what shouldn't be. Like the minute you get into the fandom you're bombarded with the "canon" ships (which aren't even canon smh) and then there's other ships which are just automatically designated as "brotp" and if you don't follow the norm then you get hate. (1/2)
And it just makes me feel terrible because you obviously love(d?) Haikyuu a lot, and drawing for it, but then the fandom basically forced you to leave. And that just makes me really really sad. I used to be sad that you didn't draw for Haikyuu much anymore (because despite fandom I do love the series very much) but now I'm just. Really glad that you found BNHA and are having fun drawing for it. Ahaha this is kinda pointless but I really respect you and so?? Just keep doing you
Thank you so much oh my god orz it’s... true, posting for hq hasn’t been half as fun as it used to be, lately, but I do still enjoy it! Between everything the fact that the fandom is sort of asleep atm does make me lose even the last motivation to draw more, so! I’m pretty confident as soon as the fandom wakes back up I’ll start posting more for it again! After all I love the show and all the characters a lot still~
Anon said:*chanting* Draw that hair angst! Draw that hair angst!
I’m trying !!! (tomorrow might just be the right day)
Anon said:i just recently started watching bnha and i'm IN LOVE!!!! i'm also glad i can appreciate your art more bc now i actually know who the characters are 😂
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m SO GLAD you’re liking it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And thank you SO MUCH for sticking around even while you didn’t know the show!!!!
Anon said:i love your art!!!!!! im gay!!!!!
tHANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and great for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anon said: I can't believe Kirishima wears Franeridart brand knickers
It’s the most popular brand on this blog, really
Anon said:bro i don't even read/watch bnha. why am i so invested in these kids. it's,, it's your fault isn't it. you're being paid by horikoshi (is that the mangaka's name?) to reel us all in aren't you. EXPOSED, FRAN
Joke’s on me anon, I’m not even being paid for this (lol) (since you like the kids you should really give the show a try, tho *nudge nudge*)
Anon said:hi just a friendly reminder that kirishima eijirou is amazing and incredible and so are you
Being given the same compliments given to Kirishima might as well be the best thing ever happened to me.... oh my gods.............. thank you............
Anon said:There's only one way for me to find out if my Quirk is breathing under water
Anon no
#fran answers#guess who likes to blabber#me i do#anyway at the one person asking what's tomorrow#it's Fran Dies From Kirishima Feels day#aka new chapter's out tomorrow#no time to give to denki if im crying over eijirou you know#r i p that was rude to the birthday boy but honestly#HONESTLY#could have picked another day for your bd my boy#anonymous
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The Meme and His Tutor
Part 9: The First Time Time Jungkook Was Called BunBun
Recommended Song: If by GOT7
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Summary:
Two days after you arrive in Korea Jungkook takes you on a day out. A day of laughter, surprises and heart-stopping moments.
Genre: Fluff, comedy
Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 8484
Length: 9/?
You make your way down to the hotel reception, grabbing a drink from a vending machine before finding a seat. Jungkook had text you the previous night, apologising for not being able to see you for a whole day due to his schedule. But you hadn't minded. In fact, it meant you could laze around in your hotel room catching up on the sleep you had missed because of your long flight. Now, however, you were waiting for a text to meet him in the car park. After you had arrived on the first day you had met the other members. Jin had given you a friendly smile along with Jimin and Hoseok. Yoongi stood to the side and watched the others interact with you while Namjoon came up to you, ruffling your hair. You had stayed to formally introduce yourself and to let them learn whatever they wanted about you. Your phone buzzed interrupting your reflection on previous events.
'Parked in zone C. Black SUV.'
You tell him you're on your way and take the elevator to the underground parking. The car was easy to locate since Jungkook was casually leaning against the hood of the car. He was once again wearing all black with a face mask and sunglasses. Black turtleneck with a black coat and slacks. He looked stunning: professional but casual. You looked down at your jeans and jumper, slightly rumpled from where you had packed it. Shit. You were nothing up to him.
"I feel almost insulted you turned up looking like a model."
You bet he was smirking beneath the mask.
"I have to look my best for Noona." He said, gaze dropping to your outfit. Self-conscious, you drew your coat further around yourself. "And you look nice too."
You mutter a small thank you, stammering a little as you did.
"What are we doing today?" You ask, promptly moving the conversation on.
"It's a surprise."
"Why so many surprises? Free merch, plane tickets and a hotel room, picking me up at the airport then cooking a meal for me. Now this!"
He laughed and opened the passenger door, "It's so you don't get bored of having me as your friend."
You turned around to look at him, confusion evident in the tilt of your head.
"Why would I ever get bored of you?"
Jungkook ran a hand through his hair. He's nervous?
"I'm really not that interesting."
"I think that's for me to decide." You say and then slip into the passenger seat.
He walked round the front of the car and got into the driver's side.
"Your grammar seems to have improved since I arrived."
"Spending day with you really and Namjoon hyung helped me practice yesterday." He pulled out of the space and navigated through the car park to the exit.
"That's good. I'm proud of you Kookie!"
He chuckled.
"You did good with the members. Jin said you speak well."
You smiled, "You and Namjoon-oppa helped."
"You learn quickly, you can come live here sooner?"
You shook your head and sighed.
"I wish it worked like that. I still have to go to uni."
"I go to online uni. You should too. Live where ever you want that way."
"I've, uh, actually been looking into that recently."
The more time you spent Skyping and messaging Jungkook, the more you wished time would hurry up. Three years was starting to feel like a long time. But you knew that your wish was for the wrong reasons, you couldn't uproot your entire life and move to another country just for a guy. Even if they were Jungkook. Especially if he only wanted you there so all his friends were in one place.
"You have?"
"It was just a thought a friend planted in my head."
Jungkook grunted when a van cut him up as he turned down a side street.
"You do what is best for you." He said, "I will fly you out on holidays."
"There's no need to spend so much money, honestly. We're only friends after all. Maybe over the holidays, I can increase the number of Skype sessions." He hummed in thought and his fingers started drumming against the steering wheel. "I'm serious! It's enough for me."
His fingers paused. It was a split second before he went back to tapping, but you saw it.
"We're almost here."
"Where is 'here'?"
"You'll see." He pulled into a car park and swiftly found an empty space. "Noona wait here while I pay for ticket."
You waited in the car, watching him through the windscreen. He quickly jogged to a machine and returned to the car, opening your door and placing the ticket on the dashboard then standing back to let you out.
"Can you tell me where we are?"
"We still in Seoul."
"Thank you captain obvious."
"Fine. We going to one of my favourite places."
"Which is...?"
"I said before: You'll see." He grabbed you by the hand and started leading you out of the car park.
Your eyes widened then you looked away to distract yourself from the contact.
"Come on BunBun tell me."
Jungkook halted and slowly turned to look at you.
"BunBun?"
His brows were pinched together and you imagined his lips pursed in confusion under the mask. His ears looked a little pink.
"Uhhh..."
"Did you just call me BunBun?"
You awkwardly scratched behind your neck, "Well you're known as a bunny so um..."
Desperately, you tried to push the latest smut you had written to the back of your mind and hoped to god he hadn't read it. Or better yet, hoped he didn't know it even existed.
"Oh," He blinked a few times and ran a hand through his hair leaving it a mess. Without thinking you went onto your tiptoes to comb the stray hands flat. "Thank you."
His reaction had confused you. Surely the concept of him as a bunny wasn't new to him. Fans had gifted him headbands multiple times at fan meets. Maybe he'd never made the connection. He cleared his throat and started leading you down the road again.
"Don't tell me you never realised you have a bunny smile."
"Oh, yeah, I noticed. I noticed fan give me plushies of me as bunny. I notice lot of things."
You quirked a brow.
"Yeah? Like fanart?"
"We get given drawings and that all the time. I have a few in my room."
You felt his fingers flex around yours and tighten when you stopped amongst a crowd of people at a set of traffic lights. The green man shone prompting you to cross the street. You waited until you were safely across to continue talking.
"Anything else?"
"I have few well-written fanfics saved on my computer."
You tripped over yourself, at that, prompting him to catch you so you didn't smash your face into the concrete pavement.
"Are you okay?" Jungkook shouted over the hubbub of chatter around you. When you neglected to answer, mind too in shock and reeling with questions, he hoisted you up. "Y/n?"
"Y-you've read my fanfiction?"
One hand went from your waist to scratch at his head.
"Uh, it's kind of on your blog."
"Shit."
"D-d-don't worry, I didn't read much. Too hard for me to understand. I was curious."
"Is that why you reacted that way to being called BunBun?"
He nodded.
"Ah Noona, we're nearly there now."
You were thankful he had changed the topic of conversation. He went back to holding your hand and tugged you down the street to the outside of a cafe. Rustic baskets and boxes were piled high with cakes and pastries in the front window. You let out a gasp at an arrangement of macaroons stacked atop each other.
"You like?" He asked with an amused chuckle.
"They all look so tasty!"
"Come on then." He guided you into the cafe.
Judging from the window and the comforting smell of bread that hit you as soon as you stepped inside, you guessed they specialised in baked goods.
"This is my favourite cafe. The staff don't bother me, they also keep fans from approaching me while I'm here. I love ARMY but I need privacy."
You nodded in understanding.
"Then why did you show me?"
"Noona is special." His fingers tightened around yours. "I don't fly random fans out y/n, I'm no international playboy."
You giggled and stepped forward in the queue.
"Are you sure about that? Because you seem pretty flirtatious with anyone who isn't a female idol."
You took another step.
"It's not my fault all the fans are pretty."
You couldn't help but feel a pang of something deep in the pit of your stomach. Jealousy? You dismissed the ridiculous thought; if ARMY knew that you were holding hands with Jungkook in his favourite cafe, you'd be dead meat. Jungkook interrupted your thoughts.
"Noona, what do you want?"
"Huh?"
"To eat and drink."
"Oh umm... croissant and caramel latte with cream on top."
He let out a chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"Baby, baby, geudaeneun Caramel Macchiato~ (Baby Baby you're a caramel macchiato)" He sang quietly.
"Not an international playboy my ass."
"You said it!"
"You sang it!"
"But-"
"Hi- yes long time no see!" He said suddenly turning to the woman behind the counter.
She regarded Jungkook with a friendly smile and caught your eye, greeting you too. You said a polite hello and tried to pull your hand out of Jungkook's when he raised them to briefly pull down his face mask as he relayed your order. But he kept hold of it, not seeming bothered by her roaming eyes. You felt your body freeze in place under her stare. To her, you must appear to be a couple but alas, that was not so. The woman and Jungkook had a brief discussion as he then said what he wanted and she confirmed the order. She shouted for another member of staff who lead you to a closed of seating area.
"Another reason I like here are the private booths that are separate rooms with doors."
"How did you find this place? Are we near the dorm?"
Jungkook took a seat on one side of the booth and you slipped in opposite. The young waitress took her leave after saying she'll be back shortly with your order. Once the door was shut, Jungkook rid himself of his mask and coat. You shrugged yours off, folding it and placing it on the bench next to you.
"I found it while I was walking to clear my head."
You remembered the time when he had went to Hongdae to clear his head, how many fans got worried because of it.
"It must be something you do often then."
"Geurae (Yeah)."
There was a knock on the door causing you to jump a little. The waitress appeared balancing a tray on one hand. She moved all the items onto the table and disappeared out the door. Jungkook pushed your drink and food towards you, singing the opening line to Coffee again. You shoved his shoulder across the table.
"I didn't do it on purpose!"
"Then why?"
"I like sweet things."
"That's why I'm your favourite then. I'm Kookie."
You choked on the bite of croissant. Once you finally recovered from your little coughing fit you saw Jungkook's smirk.
"You're anything but sweet. You're a pain in my ass."
He coughed, little bits of the blueberry muffin he had got for himself decorating his lips and chin.
"Ew~ You're gross!" You grabbed a fistful of napkins and threw them at him.
"You spat croissant at me first!"
"It was your fault!"
He narrowed his eyes at you as he wiped his chin. "I bring you to Korea to show you my favourite cafe and you spit at me in thanks." He shook his head. "Noona is mean."
"I told you not to buy me plane tickets. That makes you a disobedient dongsaeng. So I'm allowed to be mean."
He frowned, "Does Noona not want to be here with me?"
You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, "I'm happy and mad about the fact you didn't listen to me. But yes, I do want to be here with you. You're my friend."
"Then shush."
Jungkook took the piece of muffin he had broken off and shoved it into your mouth with a satisfied smirk. You ate it with an annoyed grunt. Meanwhile, Jungkook brought his fingers to his lips, ridding them of crumbs.
"Pain in my ass." You grumbled, following the muffin with a bite of croissant and diverting your eyes from your friend's lips.
"I might turn out to be a good pain in the ass."
"A good pain in the ass? I don't think that exists."
You swore you saw his cheeks turn a faint pink but he quickly brought his mug up and took a few gulps. When he put it down the pink was gone and you chalked it up to a figment of your imagination.
"Where else are we going today?" You inquired and blew across the surface of your steaming drink.
"Surprise."
"But Kook-"
"I don't want to spoil it!"
"BunBun~" You whined.
This time you were sure it wasn't your imagination as his entire face became ruby red. You couldn't help but laugh as he stuttered and floundered, trying to act like he wasn't affected by the new nickname.
Finally after a minute or so he cleared his throat, "Fine. We're going to a fair. I know you no like rollercoasters so no point in taking you to an amusement park."
"Jjinja?" He nodded, sipping his drink. "Is there a big wheel?"
"Maybe."
"And bumper cars?"
"I hope so! I plan to beat you on them."
You pouted, "You're so competitive."
"We're not going until a bit later. I heard they do fireworks once the sun sets and I brought my camera with me."
You smiled and took a sip of your caramel latte, humming happily as the cream added to the sweetness of coffee and took away from the usually bitter edge. It was a combination you had learned about just before coming to Korea.
"Drink nice?"
"Yes, thank you."
He nods, eyes drifting to the mug.
"I've never had one."
You look at your own drink and then at his which was a lot darker in colour. You couldn't remember what he ordered, too busy worrying about the lady behind the counter.
"What are you drinking?"
"Cappuccino."
"D-do you want to try it?"
You offered him the mug.
"Aniya."
"Sure? It's good."
He hesitated for a moment, "If you insist."
He gently took the mug from your hands and brought it up to his lips to take a small cautious sip. On the outside, you appeared unaffected while on the inside you were practically screaming. His lips were on the mug you were drinking from. It was an indirect kiss with your bias. Your BIAS Jeon Jungkook! You managed a "Nice?" While willing yourself to hold it together when his tongue swiped across his top lip, catching a bubble of froth.
"Really good."
He took another sip causing you to narrow your eyes, "Yah!"
"I pay so it mine."
"But you bought it for me. Stick to your bitter cappuccino."
You swear to god you would die of heart failure if he took another sip. That smirk of his came back as he passed you your beverage. You stared dumbly at your drink for a moment. His lips had just been touching the same mug he was now expecting you to drink from. You felt your heart rate skyrocket. If you rotated the mug an inch clockwise you realised the lighting above allowed you to see his exact lip print. Wow. Would it be weird to turn the mug and drink from that side even though he'd been polite enough not to do that? A poke to you cheek brought you out of your daze.
"Noona?"
"Uh..."
"You okay?"
You hummed in acknowledgement, neither confirming or denying your feelings.
"Then drink."
He turned the mug slightly as he pushed it closer to you. Under the lighting, you noticed his lip print was now where your lips would be. You gulped knowing that he had done that accidentally but still you brought the hot drink up and placed your lips over his marks. You could faintly taste his lip balm on the rim. Was that the sound of your heart beat in your ears or had a thirty piece band of drummers decided to pay this sweet little cafe a visit? Sneakily, you licked your lips. Was it cherry?
"Do you want to taste mine?" He asked, eyes dancing over the rim of his mug.
"Too bitter." Your eyes widened as a thought came to mind, "Can we get candy floss later?"
"Sure, we can share."
"S-s-share?"
"Candy floss too sweet to eat by self."
He had a point there but still, you found that your heart continued to thunder away in your ears. This boy was going to be the death of you. A short while later, you finished your drinks and treats and were walking back to Jungkook's car. Or so you thought.
"Where are you taking me?"
"One more stop, then fair."
"Is this another surprise?"
"Ye." His reply came out somewhat muffled because he had put his mask back on along with his sunglasses since you were back in public. "I think you'll like it."
You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips and skipped a little to keep up with him as a woman with a pushchair cut in front of you. Joining his side, he took your hand once again. It was so you wouldn't get lost, you thought. He was just looking out for his friend who was in a foreign country for the first time. It's not like it's the first time you held a friends hand. You knew these kind of actions could be platonic but it was difficult for you not to try and read into them. A part of you hoped that they were signs of budding feelings towards you yet you're more rational side told you not to be an idiot. That there was no way an idol would be interested in an ordinary person like you. And anyway, he was so insistent you be his friend, there was no chance of him hinting towards having any romantic feelings.
Resisting the urge to sigh, you focused on your surroundings. Where were you? It appeared he had stopped outside of an... arcade? Oh god no. You didn't want to deal with his competitive side. You knew you would constantly lose and that he would rub it in your face. He looked at you.
"Gwenchanha Noona?"
"Is this the surprise?"
"Maybe, maybe not. You zone out. I paused so you zone in."
You eyed the arcade, noticing a row of claw grabbing machines. You smirked and tugged on his hand.
"Can we play?"
He challenged you with a quirk of his brow.
"Are you prepared to lose?"
You shrugged and pulled him in the direction of the machines. Little did he know your hidden talent. Jungkook took out his wallet and handed you a coin, keeping one for himself.
"I figured that you'd let me keep whatever you win so I'm not overly fussed about winning."
The crane machine you led him to was full with anime plushies. You placed the coin in the machine and seconds later you were giving a cry of victory as a Genos plushie landed in the prize zone. Jungkook looked at the plushie in shock.
"Did you just-"
"Your turn."
You stand aside, clutching the plushie to your chest as Jungkook took his place in front of the machine.
"Watch and learn Noona."
"But I already won!"
"I'll win you as many plushies as you want."
"But I did win-"
"You'll have to buy a new suitcase just for plushies!"
You raise your arms in surrender. You didn't doubt his skills but silently willed him to fail to allow you bragging rights. But the world was not in your favour. He managed to grab two in one go. Levi from Attack on Titan and Izuku from My Hero Academia. He turned to you with a shit eating grin and passed the plushies to you.
"For Noona."
You accepted them with a pout.
"You can't suck at one thing?"
"The maknae never loses."
"Not even for me?"
Jungkook pressed a finger to his lips in mock consideration.
"Uh, no."
You gasp and smack him with the Levi plushie.
"Meanie!"
"Smack me with Levi again and I'll take him away."
"But BunBun~ You gave him to me."
He looked away from you at the nickname. As if he couldn't look you in the eye. You could get used to those kind of reactions. And now you knew how. You had a weapon against the Evil Maknae. He cleared his throat and turned his gaze to the games over your shoulder. You watched his eyes light up and followed his line of sight. You caught his arm as he began in the direction of the Dance Dance Revolution machine.
"Oh hell no!"
"But Noona~"
He pushed out his bottom lip, eyes wide and pleading.
"Please!"
"I can't dance!"
"I can dance but still fail on DDR. Should be fair."
"I have two left feet! I might fall and injure the both of us."
He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the game. You sighed and resigned yourself to the embarrassment that was surely about to happen. Jungkook was merciful and chose a song with low BPM.
"Put the plushies down Noona."
"I don't want to."
"Noona~"
"BunBun~" You whined, holding the dolls as tight as you could.
He strode over to your side of the game, grabbing hold of the Izuku doll and pulling hard.
"Don't break him!"
"Then let go!"
His left hand stayed on the plushie while his right disappeared into your coat. You let out a yelp of surprise and instantly dropped the dolls to stop his hand from assaulting your side further. He tickled you!
"Did... did you seriously just tickle me?"
"Only way to get Noona to let go."
"You tickled me!"
"Oh well."
"Little shit."
"Startue."
Your eyes flew to the screen when the sound of music hit your ears and you immediately started to panic.
"I thought you chose an easier one!" You yelled, eyes trained on the screen as you frantically moved your feet.
"I did! Keep up!"
You spared a second to steal a look at Jungkook's screen. 'Perfect.' 'Perfect.' 'Perfect.'
"What the fuck? How are you going this?"
"Golden Maknae." He replied with a smirk.
"This isn't fair at all."
You swore under your breath as your feet tried to keep up with the arrows on screen. Your own clumsiness had you so riled up you started letting out little frustrated shouts.
"It's rigged!"..."What the fuck I hit it!"..."Try to tell me I missed again!"
Jungkook was laughing at your antics, one hand clutching the bar behind him to keep him upright as the giggles caused him to trip over his own feet.
"Noona~ stop!"
"This game is playing me! I won't be made a fool of by a machine!" You growled.
Frustrated beyond belief, you stomped a foot just as the song came to an end. You glared at the screen showing your pathetic score.
"Noona really bad. Again?"
"No. All of the nope. Nu-uh."
He pouted which you mirrored. You refused to play another round of that god awful game. The little pout/staring contest continued for a minute or so before Jungkook gave a sigh of defeat. In a split second, you were grinning and stretched onto your tiptoes to pat his head.
"Thank you BunBun."
Settling back on the heels of your feet, you pretending like you didn't notice him gulp and run a finger under the edge of his turtleneck. You gathered the plushies in your arms, holding them against your chest like precious objects.
"Can we go to the fair now?"
Jungkook's eyes widened in realisation and he lifted his sleeve to check the time.
"Oh shit! Give me some plushies to carry."
You passed him Levi and Genos. Levi ended up in his coat pocket so he could free up a hand to grab your hand and drag you out of the arcade and back to the car park. You broke into a fit of giggles when he insisted on strapping the small dolls into the back seat.
"Safety first, safety second-"
"-coolness third." You finished for him.
He chuckled and climbed into the driver's seat.
"I should watch what I say. You never forget."
"I have a very good memory."
"I can see."
He drives off. You watch out the window as the skyscrapers diminish to smaller buildings that appear more residential. It was a shame the because of light pollution you couldn't really see that many stars as the sky grew darker. You wondered if all fairs across the world were the same. Would this one have a Ferris wheel? Would there be games with prizes to be won? You hoped the was a target practice booth that used pellet guns because you were surprisingly good at that one. The car suddenly banked right, and you squeaked in surprise.
"Sorry," Jungkook said, straightening the steering wheel. "Almost missed the turning."
"You suck at driving."
"Yah!" He flapped a hand at you, "I'm the best driver out of all the members!"
You chuckled, "Eyes on the road."
He shook his head and muttered quietly, "The disrespect."
The road curved and before you knew it, the view was a sea of multicoloured lights. A wheel glowed proudly above what Looked to be small rides and huts you assumed would be for games or food. You couldn't help yourself and started bouncing in your seat out of sheer excitement. You heard a chuckle come from Jungkook but you paid him no attention as you grabbed your phone and set its camera into pro-mode to take pictures of the fair from afar. He followed the few cars in front and pulled into a field for a makeshift car park. You wasted no time unbuckling your seatbelt and jumping out of the car before Jungkook had even turned the engine off. He hopped out after you, rounding the car to the trunk and opening it to grab his camera. Hooking the strap over one shoulder, he turned to you and held out his hand. Did your heart just skip a beat? You're pretty sure it did. A sudden shyness came over you as you tentatively took his offered hand.
"Come on Noona! Let's win lots of prizes together!"
The fairground was bustling with people from groups of teenagers waiting in line for rides, to families with smaller children clutching plushies larger than themselves.
"What do you want to do first?" He asked as you wandered through the crowd.
You were surprised no one was paying that much attention to you since you'd been able to see through his disguise in an instant. Then again, he was your bias; you'd be able to point him out in a sea of millions.
"Um... can we look around the booths first? I want to save the wheel for last."
"Good idea."
You walk past the food trucks, thankfully you weren't hungry, towards a line of booths where games were set up. The first was a simple game: knock all the tins down and win a prize. Easy. Or as it turned out, not so easy. The tins were stacked in such a way that even knocking out the centre one didn't send them all tumbling. You growled in frustration and tried again going for the bottom right tin to see if that would work. Nope. Only half the tower crumpled.
"What the hell?" Stomping a foot like a petulant child, you turned to Jungkook who was lowering his camera. "Were you taking pictures of me?"
He nodded, biting his lip.
"Is that okay?"
"No. You got me failing to knock the stupid things down."
To show your frustration, you threw the last ball, hard. It knocked the top can but nothing else fell.
"You're doing it wrong." He said, grabbing three balls.
"Well how do you do it right then?"
Jungkook smirk then brought his arm back only to swing it forward. The ball left his hand at such speed you didn't actually see what tin it hit to send all the others toppling down with it. You looked back at him amazed, mouth agape.
"H-how-?"
He shrugged nonchalantly then raised his arms and kissed each bicep.
"Golden Maknae powers."
You shook your head and bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling. He was well and truly a meme. Your attention turned back to the booth when the man that ran it brought over a giant Panda plushie and passed it to Jungkook with a smile and... was that an eyebrow wiggle as he gestured to you? It was! The owner of the booth thought you and Jungkook were on a date! Do you protest it? Jungkook seemed oblivious to the suggestion and thrust the panda at you.
"Name it!"
You eyed the man who was watching you, lips lifted into a smile. Who cared what others thought. "He's yours, you name it!" You said pushing the bear back at him.
"Aniya! I won him for you. Name him."
You felt your hands become clammy as you took the panda from Jungkook. What could you name the panda? You already had a small black bear called Kookie... You thought hard about it for a moment. Oh!
"Munui!"
Jungkook stared blankly at you.
"You're calling Panda 'Pattern'? Really?"
"He's got a check shirt on, that's a pattern!"
You protest, fiddling with the small article of clothing. You had no idea why the panda was wearing a check shirt and nothing else, but it reminded you of something.
"It's like the shirt you wore in those selcas when you were wearing bunny ears."
Jungkook suddenly started coughing and spluttering.
"Are you okay BunBun?"
He pulled down his mask as he tried to regain composure by taking deep breaths. What was it about bunny ears that set him off? He said he hadn't read all of the fanfiction you had written so he couldn't have gotten to the smut scene where the reader wore bunny ears. Unless he was lying... you gave him a suspicious look.
"Exactly how much of my fanfiction did you read?"
He gulped, diverting his gaze from you.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because you keep nearly dying whenever I call you BunBun."
On cue, he scoffed, turned away from you as coughs racked his body.
"I-don't know w-what you m-mean."
You pointed accusingly at him, "That! That is what I mean!"
He cleared his throat before looking back to you.
"I promise I read small amount. Opening. I read the opening part."
There was an awkward silence for a moment. Then you sighed. Bunny ears and the nickname of BunBun were mentioned in the opening to the fic.
"Fine. I'll believe you for now."
He muttered something under his breath but a cacophony of yells from a nearby ride masked it. You glanced around at the other booths when something-no, someone caught your eye. A group of girls were looking in your direction. They couldn't have been any older than fifteen. Shit.
You transferred the Panda to under one arm and quickly reached up to fix Jungkook's mask back in place while whispering, "There's girls behind you staring at us."
"Huh?"
He looked round and spotted them, causing the girls to look away and giggle. He then looked back to you.
"Hopefully they'll think I'm look alike since I'm still wearing sunglasses. Come on let's go to another booth Noona."
He grabbed you by the sleeve and headed in a direction that hid them from the group of girls.
"Oh! Let's go this way." You said, subconsciously slipping your hand into his to direct him towards a booth that you hoped you'd see.
Jungkook let you guide him through the people and to the booth where targets were set up. He stopped a few times whenever a photo opportunity arose but eventually you made it over to the stand. The woman running the stall explained the price and the rules to Jungkook who in turn explained them to you. You nodded in understanding and put the required amount on the counter to receive 6 pellets for the BB gun that was chained to the counter. The pellets had to be loaded per shot and to win a prize you had to shoot 6 targets down. Something you did with ease as Jungkook watched you load and fire with a practised hand. You cocked the gun, and brought it eye level, looking down the barrel at the target. Bang! You squinted at the target. You were a little off centre but it wasn't too bad, near perfect. You turned to Jungkook with a shit eating grin.
"Your turn."
Jungkook quickly paid the woman for his own pellets and quickly loaded his gun. He brought it to eye level. Bang!... Miss. He wouldn't be getting the prize. He looked wide-eyed at the target while you laughed clutching a new small stuffed kitten from having hit all of your targets.
"You missed! Jeon Jungkook the Golden Maknae missed!"
His head snapped to you, "Keep your voice down!"
You grimaced before going straight back to gloating, "I can't believe I got to witness you being bad at something. The members are going to kill me." You snorted, "Chong, jojun, balsa my ass."
You doubled over as you feel into a fit of giggles. Looking up at him with tears in your eyes you saw he too was laughing at his own defeat.
"It's okay since I lost to Noona" He managed to say once you both finally stopped laughing.
You held out the kitten soft toy to Jungkook.
"You can have it. I don't want you going back to the dorm without any prizes."
"But it's Noona's. You won it."
"And you won the panda but still insisted I have it."
He took the kitten from you, holding up at eye level as if it were real.
"What should I name you?"
His eyes dropped to you and then back to the cat, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips. Why was he looking at you like that?
He turned the cat around to face you, "Y/n meet Bae, Bae meet Noona."
"You... you're calling the kitten Bae? Do you mean Bae as in 'pear' or Bae as in 'stomach' or perhaps you mean the Danish meaning of Bae as in 'poop'."
"Namjoon hyung says Bae means an important person in English." He explained. "Noona is important to me-" You coughed. "-and she give me cat so I call it Bae."
Should you tell him he'd misunderstood what Namjoon meant by an 'important person'? You decided you should so he wouldn't make the same mistake in the future.
"Jungkook... when Namjoon said 'important person' he meant a romantic partner. A boyfriend or girlfriend."
He whipped off his glasses to reveal his eyes blown out comically wide, "Really?"
You nodded, blushing.
"Oh," He said and toyed with the cat. "That makes more sense."
"So shouldn't you change its name?"
He frowned, "No, I like Bae."
"But-"
"She looks like a Bae, don't you think?" He bumped the kitten's nose against yours with a "Boop!"
You couldn't help but giggle.
"I guess she's your bae then. Just make sure not to let any future girlfriends know you already have a bae."
"I don't think they would mind."
You felt your heart sink a bit a the thought of him going into a relationship but you knew you had no right to feel that way. You felt a nudge against your arm and looked down at Bae.
"Hold her, I will take a picture."
He turned on his camera and told you to move so the light of the Ferris wheel was behind you.
"Why do you need a picture of me?"
"I want to remember forever."
You made sure to hold up the stuffed toy high enough to cover most of your face except your eyes to hide. All the while Munui was under your arm and squeezed against your side.
"Noona~ Don't cover your face."
"I have the feeling you'll post this to Tumblr so... no."
"I want people to see Noona having fun!"
"They don't need to see my face for that."
"Noona~" He whined.
You were sure he was pouting under the face mask and relented with a sigh.
"Fine."
You lowered the cat to beneath your chin and offered him a quick smile. He took the picture and lowered his camera to view it. You joined his side. You looked at the preview on the camera.
"Oh god. I'm not photogenic at all. Delete it."
"Aniya~ Noona ibnida gwiyeoun (Noona is cute)."
The compliment made you look down and fiddle with your sleeves.
"Let me take one of you."
You swapped the toys for the camera and positioned Jungkook where you had been previously stood. He pulled down his face mask to smile brightly, his bunny teeth on show for the word. You got ready to take the picture, BANG! You screamed. A firework exploded behind Jungkook. Jungkook gasped and snatched your hand to drag you to the Ferris wheel.
"Better view on the wheel!"
You held onto your panda tightly as Jungkook practically ran to the Ferris wheel with you trying not to trip over your own feet as you kept pace. You were thankful the queue was short and in no time you were being helped into a carriage. Jungkook climbed in first and you took a seat beside him. You handed him back his camera so he could take pictures.
"Look at all the lights." You said, peering through the window to look at the fair below as you began to slowly rise.
"Yeppeoda" You heard Jungkook say.
You looked over at him to see if he had been looking out his window. But you were surprised to find him looking at you. You found yourself unable to look away. Butterflies swarmed your tummy when he pinched his mask to pull it down and wet his lips. The action, although subtle, was enough to bring you out of your daze. You looked away willing yourself not to blush.
"Didn't you want to take pictures of the fireworks?"
"Ye."
He fiddled with a few buttons atop the camera body and raised it to his eye, taking a picture. Viewing the image he frowned; the carriage door ruined the shot. He went to take another picture, scooting closer and leaning across you to point the lens out the window.
"Sorry, Noona." He muttered.
The scent of his bodywash filled the air around you as he leant across. Sandalwood. Your breath caught in your throat as you tried not to let his proximity affect you. He snapped a few photos and then sat back in his seat, although there was considerably less space between you than there had been when you first set off. Your heart was thumping against your ribs, and your thigh was warm where it was pressed against Jungkook's.
"Noona?"
"Ye?"
He licked his lips as his hands ran over his thighs, seemingly nervous. His eyes stared into yours and time seemed to stand still for a moment... until he turned to look out the window.
"Thank you for spending the day with me."
You knew your cheeks tinged pink and were grateful that he wasn't witness to it. But there was something that confused you. What could possibly make him so nervous? Urged by a sudden stroke of boldness, you tentatively place your hand on top of his which rest on his thigh. His head whipped around to you, gaze dropping to his lap then slowly creeping up to meet your eyes.
"...Y/N..."
You must've been imagining it because you swore he was looking at your lips. Was he leaning towards you? But then the door to your pod opened. You two quickly got off of the Ferris wheel and Jungkook cleared his throat.
"Let's get candyfloss to share."
You found a food truck with bags of the sweet treat hanging from the canopy, but he pulled you away.
"We passed one of those machines by the target practice. They swirl it into flowers"
You gazed longingly at the bags, but the idea of watching someone spin sugar into the shape of a flower seemed interesting. Jungkook quickly found the vendor the made the candyfloss flowers.
"Hana hae jusibsio (one please)."
The vendor smiled and got to work. Both you and Jungkook stared in amazement as the sugar was moulded into the shape of a multicoloured flower. It grew so big you doubted you and Jungkook could eat it all. The man handed the flower to Jungkook who in return paid for it.
He then turned to you, "A flower for Noona."
You took the stick from him and stepped aside to allow those waiting behind you to be served. You took a pinch of the sugary treat and ate it, moaning as it dissolved on your tongue. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jungkook stiffen and you think you heard him mutter something under his breath. You turned to him and held out the sugar flower to him in offer. Instead of picking a piece off as you had done, he chose to bite a chunk right out one of the petals. Pink sugar clung to his lips and the tip of nose. Rolling your eyes at his antics, you grabbed a napkin from the vendor and wiped the tip of his nose.
"You're a child."
"Aniya. Naneun Namja (I'm a man). I had coming of age ceremony."
You laughed.
"That don't mean shit unless you act like an adult."
You took another piece of candyfloss, bigger than the last piece you had. You ended up with blue sugar stuck to your bottom lip which Jungkook wiped away with the pad of his thumb. He brought it to his lips, sucking it clean. You looked away as his eyes swivelled back to yours.
"I should have taken a picture of it." He said, pinching off another, smaller, piece of the flower and stuffing it in his mouth.
"It's too tasty to waste time taking pictures."
"Are you saying that if you think something is good you should just live in the moment rather than try to capture the moment?"
"I guess so yeah."
A bunny grin spread across his lips, "Then I shall live in this moment with you Noona."
You couldn't keep the smile off your face, even as you walked back to the car with your cotton candy flower in one hand, panda under the other. He opened the car door for you, taking Munui and Bae and strapping them in the backseat with your other plushies.
"You treating them like they're children."
An awkward chuckle came from Jungkook as he scratched the back of his neck.
"They're precious because they're Noona's and Bae was won by Noona."
An 'aw' slips from your lips. He climbs into the front seat and puts the car in drive. You wonder if he was going to take you back to the hotel.
"Are you going to drop me off?"
"Ye. After long day Noona must be tired."
The drive back into the city was relatively silent and Jungkook focused on the road due to the lateness of the evening. You must have fallen asleep during the drive as you awoke to Jungkook nudging you awake.
"We're here Noona. I hope you enjoyed today."
You smiled, "I loved today." His face lit up but then fell as you got out of the car. "See you tomorrow Kookie."
You were ascending the hotel steps when a shout came from behind you, "Noona!" You turned on your heel to see Jungkook rushing towards you, arms full of plushies. "You can't forget these."
"Thank you."
You wondered how the hell you were going to squish them all in your suitcase.
"Noona forgot her precious prizes that I won for her." He said with a pout.
"I'm sorry I must be really tired."
"Noona should go to sleep soon then."
"Ye."
"Annyeong Noona."
"Annyeong BunBun."
He lingered for a moment as if there was something he wanted to say or do, before shaking his head and jogging back to his car. You made it into the hotel and took the elevator to your floor. In your room, you arranged the plushies on one side of the bed before taking a shower. When warm and cosy in your pyjamas, you debated whether to order room service but didn't find yourself particularly hungry and decided to have a big breakfast in the morning instead. Your phone had been buzzing away with unread notifications all day, so you grab your laptop and open all your SNS accounts. To which you are greeted by the sight of a Tumblr post by Jungkook. A picture of you holding the kitten cuddly toy with the caption 'My Bae'.
You paled knowing that people must have misunderstood you clicked on the notes for the post (there was a lot). Immediately you saw reblogs saying ‘I ship it' or ‘My ship is sailing'. They had even come up with a ship name. Of course, there were negative comments too. They were either along the lines of questioning who you thought you were or calling you a slut which you didn't quite understand. The urge to write a reply defending yourself made your fingers dance just above the keyboard. But deep down you knew that wasn't a good idea as people would only take your words out of context.
And of course, you got bombarded with asks because of it. You put most of those asks into one post and explained that Bae is the name of the cat and he had misunderstood the meaning of the word when he named it. Your audience, however, wasn't as broad as Jungkook's and you watched his post gain more and more attention while yours grew slower. You sent him a text asking him to reblog your post which he agreed to. And then your post was gaining notes and your ask box became even more full with questions of ‘why does it look like you're on a date?' And ‘you won him that kitten plushie!!! Aaaaaw~ My ship is sailing!!!'
You sighed. It wasn't a date though. You were Jungkook's friend and he had wanted to show you around. You'd held male friends hands before and given them gifts. Yet there was still a part of you that wanted what they were saying to be true. You solemnly replied with ‘It wasn't a date, just an outing between friends.'
The following messages made you feel worse. 'Aw, but you two are cute together.' 'I think my heart just broke :'('
You didn't answer those asks. Instead, you just deleted them. You knew Jungkook followed your blog and that publishing those asks might make him become awkward around you. There were an ask that caught your eye 'You two clearly like each other. Date already.'
That made you chuckle. They thought Jungkook had a crush on you. What kind of weird alternate universe did they live in? Admittedly, you were attracted to Jungkook, had been for years, he was your bias after all. But the possibility of Jungkook liking you, plain old you, was ridiculous. You wanted to reply, you really did but they were on anon so you couldn't do it privately. So again you deleted the message. You put up a PSA asking for to stop sending anons about the picture Jungkook posted because you could not respond to them without risking Jungkook freaking out since he follows you.
This only prompted more asks to flood your inbox as people grew more curious about your relationship, or lack thereof. 'Why would Jungkook freak out? Sounds suspicious to me...' 'Block him, we won't tell!!'
You couldn't help but respond with 'Imagine if you followed your friend on Tumblr and they saw you responding to all these asks saying you should hurry up and date. Wouldn't your friend freak out?'
You waited for a response. It came not a minute later, 'You're clearly not just friends though???'
Your patience was growing thin. How did they not understand? 'Guys and girls can be just friends. They can hang out and just friends. Or should I date all the guys I hang out with?'
You refreshed your inbox and saw a message from Jungkook. 'Noona, don't let messages make you sad or angry :( Ignore and let Jungkook deal with fans.'
You responded privately 'Thank You BunBun. Please don't take them too seriously.'
His reply came quickly, 'No worry Noona, BunBun doesn't mind.'
You had to muffle your fangirl scream with a pillow. Only a few hours ago Jungkook had been a blushing mess at the nickname, and now he was using it in third person. You palmed your face with two hands. Today and been a rollercoaster of emotions. You decided going to sleep would be best. You put your phone on the bedside table to charge and turned off the light. Just as you were about to drift off to sleep your phone buzzed. Jungkook had tagged you in a Tumblr post. You sat up in shock. At the top of the post was a picture of you playing the target practice game, gun held up to your chin as you aimed. That sneaky little- you scrolled down to read the text beneath.
'I had fun with my Noona today, Y/N-chingu. She's nice and funny. She's easy to make memes of. I showed her all my favourite places. But now she's going to bed grumpy because people are trying to force their ideas on her. I want a happy Noona, not a grumpy one.'
Aw. He almost sounded like a child. Though the meme part was uncalled for. There was more so you continued reading.
'Please no more mean messages. I want Noona to have good time in Korea before she go back home :( We will continue to make good memories. Goodnight!'
Aish. That maknae. You became pretty sure that more international fans would think you two were dating but oh well. Sleep was more important.
A/N: Co-written with @tragicshadows. If you want updates on TMaHS then find me on twitter @KookieNoona96. Hope you enjoyed this long af chapter. Do you think Jungkook was telling the truth when he said he had only read a small bit of BunBun? (BunBun is not the smut the tutor was worried about in earlier chapters by the way) And what was up with that Ferris wheel ride? I'd love to know what was going through Jungkook's head...
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The Foxhole Court, Chapter 5 – Fun Moving Time, Fun Drama Time
In which we meet Matt, Neil’s torso makes me break out in Deadpool quotes, super-secret safes are bought to contain super-secret journals, and Kevin has a choking kink.
Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Foxhole Court.
With all the shit that went down last time, we are getting a bit of a break with this chapter, meaning: Not much happens.
(I’m not complaining, though. I needed a breather.)
It’s moving time! So long, Wymack’s apartment, you and the regular motivational speeches that came with your owner being Neil’s landlord will be sorely missed.
Neil took his [keys] and the paperwork regarding appropriate dormitory behaviour. He skimmed over it before signing all the dotted lines.
Remind me to make an extra post detailing those Appropriate Dormitory Behaviour Rules at some point when we know all the characters, their quirks etc. I am dying to write that.
He [had] to register with the rest of the freshmen class in August. Neil wasn’t in any rush, he still didn’t know what he was supposed to declare his major as.
Oh, right. Considering they’re a college team, there’s probably actual education happening at some point. I forgot that over all the ORANGE SPORTSBALL that’s been happening.
Don’t worry though, guys, sportsball is immediately back again in form of Abby, who wants to sports-nurse it up with Neil.
However, Neil isn’t having it:
“Shirt off.”
Neil stared at her. “Why?”
“I can’t check track marks through cotton, Neil.”
“I don’t do drugs.”
“Good on you,” Abby said. “Keep it that way. Now take it off.”
A sassy angel, what did we do to deserve her.
When Neil does take off his shirt, though, both her and I are momentarily stunned into silence, as Neil’s torso looks like actual living hell. We’re talking scars all over the place, scars in place you didn’t even know could have scars.
He looks like actual roadkill. Shit, he looks like roadkill that somehow managed to survive being roadkill, got up to walk a few steps, and then got roadkill-ed again.
Actually, not to be tactless, but just imagine I’m describing him the way Weasel is describing Deadpool’s face here, mostly because T. J. Miller is funnier than I could ever hope to be.
(Why am I worried about being tactless towards a book character. They’re fictional, Nicki.)
(Also, please tell me there’s fanart of this.)
Enough with the sad times: Matt is here!
Nicky was almost six feet and Kevin was an inch or two taller, but this man looked halfway to seven. Part of the illusion Neil blamed on his black hair, which he’d gelled up in short spikes around his skull.
Based on that alone, please know that I’m picturing him as a taller version of American Idiot era Billie Joe Armstrong.
What a babe.
Matt seems nice enough. Glad to hear Neil is at least rooming with halfway sane people. Nothing interesting to report here. Let’s move on.
The hill might have been a nice spot for students to picnic between classes, except someone thought to build the athletes’ dormitory on the peak. It stood four stories tall and had its own computer lab and parking lot.
Honestly, the recurring “privileged athletes getting in the way of poor regular students’ lives” trope is probably the most realistic thing about this book so far. My high school had thousands to spend on trips and equipment for the rowing and basketball teams, but our school play couldn’t get funding to print some fucking posters.
If you’re wondering whether I’m still mad about that despite having graduated over a year ago: I am.
Today’s Casually Mentioned, Yet Heart-Breakingly Sad Neil Fact is this:
Neil hadn’t slept in a real bed since he left Seattle. He’d broken into cars to borrow backseats in California, slept on the bus to Nevada, and dozed in passenger seats while hitchhiking with truckers to Arizona. His house in Millport had been unfurnished, so he’d slept on the floor with shirts as his pillow. Wymack’s couch was the nicest thing he’d had in over a year, but now he had a bed.
I’m not crying, there’s just Angst™ in my eye.
The Angst™ continues as Neil is forced to leave his beloved duffel bag unattended as he goes to the store to pick up something to protect said beloved duffel bag, or specifically his Precious Binder, More Valuable Than Anything Else, Ever.
And just as I am about to ask what the fuck might be in that binder – The latest runaway fashion fads? Offers for special sales on hair dye? Kevin Day’s nudes? – Neil answers me ahead of time:
A full-on Runaway 101 Journal, Winchester-style. Complete with stalker details on Riko and Kevin, emergency contact numbers, money, contact lenses, money, all sorts of faked IDs and certificates, and did I mention fucktons of money.
Neil’s mum had not been fucking around, you guys.
However, Neil soon has to discover that someone (read: Kevin) has been in his things, to which of course the next logical action is to go scream at him – in French.
“Stay out of my things,” he snapped. He wished he could take some satisfaction in the shell-shocked looks the language and his furious tone earned, but he felt nothing. “The next time one of you goes where you don’t belong I swear I’ll make you regret it.”
Mon dieu, mon cher, calme tes nichons. #faitesneilcalmersesnichons2k17
But it only gets better from here:
“Put a leash on your pet monster or I will.”
“A frightened child like you?”
“Fuck you, cripple.”
Across the room, Kevin’s face went white. “What did you call me?”
“I called you a deadweight has-been,” Neil said.
YOU GO, JOSTEN.
Kevin got his hands on Neil’s neck in an instant and slammed Neil up against the opposite wall. Neil dug his fingers into Kevin’s wrists, trying to loosen Kevin’s grip enough that he could breathe. He tried to knee Kevin, but Kevin crushed him against the wall with his own body.
Someone has got to have made that into a sexy fanart by now.
Choke me, da- I mean, what.
Thankfully, the other Foxes come to his rescue. Ahead of all: Dan Wilds! Much anticipated, finally here and instantly reprimanding them to leave the choking for the bedroom.
“What do you think you’re doing? It’s our first day back. Why are we fighting already?”
“Technically we never left,” Andrew said, “and Neil’s been here a couple weeks, so it’s your first day back, not ours.” He leaned to one side, looking past her to her roommate. “Hello, Renee. About time!“
Please please tell me Renee and Andrew are sweet goalie BFFs please.
I’m intrigued to find out more about Renee and Dan anyways, and Allison as well. This book is sorely lacking in the female characters department so far. Give me some girls in the next chapter, and give them to me now.
That’s all I have to say to that.
#nicki reads tfc#tfc#the foxhole court#the raven king#the kings men#nora sakavic#faitesneilcalmersesnichons2k17#also thank you ever so much for leaving nice comments in my inbox or nice tags on your reblogs#i read every single one of them and im so beyond happy#yall rule
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Misha Collins gives a classic 'Supernatural' interview
As I’m about to have a new book about Supernatural released on May 9 (Family Don’t End With Blood: Cast and Fans on How Supernatural Has Changed Lives which you can get here), I’m reflecting back on some of my many conversations with the Supernatural cast over the past decade. Getting to know this special group of actors, as well as the extraordinary group of people that is the Supernatural fandom, is what gave me the idea for the new book. I knew that fans had powerful stories about how the show had changed (or even saved) their lives; from chatting with the actors over the years, I knew that they did too. So I thought I’d share some of those interviews here – take a trip down memory lane, as it were. First up, Misha Collins! Misha wrote a special essay for Family Don’t End With Blood, but it isn’t the first time he’s contributed to our books. He wrote a powerful (and amusing) chapter in our last book, Fan Phenomena: Supernatural, too. And he contributed to Fangasm: Supernatural Fangirls. In fact, he had the last word in that book, which made him happy. Way back in 2012, we posted some excerpts from our first meeting with Misha. We didn’t know him at all then, so let’s just say he was full of surprises—and that we had a very good time indeed. Check out when we interviewed Lynn on her own Supernatural experiences. Check out exclusive excerpts from Lynn's upcoming book! So, here's Misha Collins in all his glory speaking straight from the heart. We first sat down with Collins shortly after he joined the cast, and before he had any clue what “fandom” was all about – or even that Supernatural had so many passionate fans! We had spent the day on the Supernatural set, doing interviews for some articles in Supernatural Magazine, so by the time we returned to our hotel at Vancouver’s lovely Sutton Place, it was already late – not too late though, we hoped with some trepidation, for our scheduled interview with Collins. We’d been seriously impressed by Castiel’s dramatic introduction to the show, and his already powerful connection with Dean, and couldn’t wait to chat with the actor who portrayed him. Our set van pulled up to Sutton Place behind the one transporting Misha, and when he jumped out, we were completely caught off guard by how much the actor didn’t look like the character. Obviously the lack of trenchcoat was instrumental, but frankly, we just didn’t expect Collins to be so — well, attractive! Dressed in faded vintage flare jeans and a gauzy shirt, he looked like he’d just stepped out of the 70s, which was a very good look on him indeed. Add to that a beaming smile instead of Castiel’s uber stern verging-on-constipated expression, and damn, who knew! An hour later, we joined Collins in Sutton Place’s cozy bar, Gerard’s, for a drink and what was scheduled to be a half hour interview. Misha had just been booked for his first Supernatural convention, so he kicked off the interview by asking us what to expect, since no one had prepared him. Which seemed odd to us, since he certainly had a few convention experts at his disposal. Lynn: No? Did you ask Jared and Jensen — because they’ve been to a million. Misha: Yes, but I didn’t get a clear picture. Maybe they didn’t want to scare me. It’s an unusual phenomenon? In your opinions? Kathy: There have been other shows popular enough for conventions, of course, but Supernatural seems different. The dedication and also the level of involvement really is what impresses us. Not just watching the show, but writing meta-analysis of the show, fabulous fanfiction, screencap by screencap analysis of scenes…. We just came from an interview with (propmaster) Chris Cooper, and talking with him about the little tiny things fans pick up on. They know that you have to find the exact same thing you used in season 1 and bring it back in season 4 because fans screencap it and say hey, it’s not the same. (Not us, alas. We’re oblivious. You could probably replace the Impala with a hybrid and we wouldn’t notice. JUST KIDDING! But seriously, our friend Mary once realized that a scene of Sam and Dean burning bones at a graveyard was footage from a previous episode. And she was RIGHT!) Misha: It is amazing the level of creative input, not just the nitpicking continuity questions, but the creative input. Now that we were five minutes into our allotted thirty and had not yet managed to ask one measly question from our handy dandy prepared notes, Misha hijacked the interview once again to ask another. This constantly happens to us in interviews, which we used to think was due to the fact that we’re an English professor and a psychologist, not journalists, and thus we fail at journalistic rigor. Luckily their questions are as interesting as ours anyway at least half the time. Misha: Can I ask one more question, then you can ask your questions? Us: Oh, sure, no problem, of course. (Really, who would say no to those blue eyes??) Misha: From a psychological vantage point, what needs is this fulfilling? Leave it to Misha to ask a question that took us an entire BOOK to answer. He’s now got it all in one handy dandy place in Fandom At The Crossroads. At the time, we were only beginning our research for that book, but we laid out our theories about the supportive, normalizing, validating role that the fan community plays, and the ways in which creative expression like fanfiction, vidding, and fanart can be for play, celebration and fun – and for exploring identity, self expression, even working through trauma, with the fan community a kind of group therapy experience. Collins, we have to say, listened much more intently than most of our students. Alas. Misha: That’s very interesting. Kathy: Most fans kind of get into fandom because it’s a way to be accepted. So if you’re passionate about a television show, most people outside of that community will look at you and say “Get a life”. Within that community, it’s a conversation about people and places. That’s where we started and just really wanted to be. Lynn: The other weird thing about this fandom is, the more we’ve researched it, the more we realize that it’s a very reciprocal fandom. The creative side — the actors, writers, production office, directors, the art department –they interact with the fans directly and in a very respectful way. This is a smart, educated, older fandom. It’s not 10 year old kids who don’t know what their boundaries should be. So they’ve really built up this really reciprocal, active relationship. Misha: That’s very interesting. At this point, we realized we were now halfway through our allotted time, and Misha had mostly fixed us with those puppy eyes and kept us talking with “that’s very interesting” interjections. Damn!! We started to wonder if we’d been compelled-by-an-angel. Breaking eye contact with difficulty, we attempted to change the interview back to US interviewing HIM. Lynn: You must have had some interactions with the Supernatural fans. Misha: You know, I’ve received fan mail and it’s actually, I don’t know why, but previously my fan mail was coming from the US prison systems. Inmates were writing me. Lynn: (at the time utterly clueless about Misha’s propensity for teasing with a completely straight face….) Wait, what? Was that because you were on ‘24’ or what? Yes, those are Lynn’s incredible powers of hypothesizing. Misha: (still with that totally serious face, ensuring that Lynn would continue to look like a moron….) Honestly, I don’t know. I assume it must have been 24. Lynn: (continues to look like…..yeah yeah, whatever.) Misha: (realizing we’re going to, sadly, remain clueless….) Well this will be different because it seems like actual letters from people who really have a personal investment in getting a response, which gives it a different tenor to the writing than someone trying to collect a random collection of autographs that have no sort of personal meaning. Other than that, I’ve been approached on the street, there’s no way for me to tell if they’ve been avid fans or people who just watch the show. They were very respectful and positive. Kathy: This is an interesting fandom, because they don’t always take well to new characters in the show, they pretty much want the show to be about the boys. Your character is an exception, almost immediately the fandom took to this new character. We’ve never seen this before. Misha: (deadpans) You’ve hated the character. Lynn (beginning to get with the program): Did we say that?! Misha: (grinning) I think part of that has to do with the build up, being receptive to Castiel. It was such an inherent piece of the story. The character is a super character, a super cool character, it was a super cool introduction to the character. Lynn: Talk about drama! And it doesn’t hurt that there is a great deal of chemistry between Castiel and Dean. Misha: The scenes that we’ve had together, there’s something that clicks and they’re easy, the way we interact with each other. Lynn: There is, yes, in Castiel’s interactions with Dean. I always wonder how much of it you can feel in the moment. Could you tell if it’s going to be good, how it will play out on the screen? Misha: No, never. I’m not very good at telling. I think they’re really right on. I think the things that are horrible actually turn out to be the best. Lynn (deadpans): Luckily you’re not doing the editing. Misha: (who can take it as well as he can give it) Right. I don’t know why, but there’s always a certain intensity, like a quiet intensity that seems to organically comes out when we’re (Cas and Dean) doing scenes. We pointed out that for some reason, the Cas and Dean scenes, especially early on, were set up in a very intimate way, with lots of whispered conversation and emotion-packed stares and glares. Fandom, predictably, was almost immediately captivated by the character and his relationship with Dean. Kathy: The first online community devoted to Castiel (and Dean) was created within 42 minutes of the character’s introduction. Misha: (deadpan) Why do you think it took so long? Maybe the servers were down or something. We took a break when food and drink arrived, and somehow Misha once again took up question-asking instead of question-answering. Misha: So is that stuff mostly on Live Journal? What is Live Journal? How gigantic is it? How many people in the domestic US belong to these communities, about 10,000 people, or 100,000 people? As you can see, Misha is an excellent interviewer. It took us about ten minutes to realize we were once again being interviewed instead of interviewing, and to determinedly turn the tables back. Did he have any idea, when he auditioned for Supernatural, how passionate the fandom was? Misha: I had no idea what I was walking into. I had no idea when I went into audition. Lynn (grabbing the chance to ask one of our many still-unasked questions): Oh hey, that’s one of our questions! What made you audition for this role? Misha: The desire for a job. I think I didn’t even realize until after the audition what it was for, I thought it was a guest star. My manager told me, but I wasn’t paying attention. It was a demon that I was auditioning for. Kripke didn’t want it to get out to fandom (that Castiel was an angel). He gave me a little direction, after I did the demon version once, he gave me a little direction to change it to be an angel, and he told me they hadn’t been down on earth for two thousand years so there would be a quality of just looking at humans as though they were strange alien beings. Lynn: You do that so well. Psychologists are always trying to read people’s non-verbals. And there’s this subtle sort of little twist you do, regarding people a little too long and sort of speaking a little more slowly, because you’re not sure of your footing. It’s very subtle, but it’s very there. Misha: Cool. It’s fun to play with that. Lynn: Castiel is a complicated character and I think fans like that too because he’s not — you can’t really peg him. Is he good? Is he not good? He’s a sympathetic character but he can be a bastard. Does he like Dean, does he hate Dean, does he want to take Dean apart? Misha: (deadpans) Does he want to take Dean to bed? Lynn: (nearly spits her drink all over her interview notes). Excellent question! Both of us (silently): Everyone wants to take Dean to bed….. Kathy: (recovering from the take-Dean-to-bed visuals first) So, has anyone told you anything about what the conventions are like? Misha: No. I’ve never been to one. Kathy: Well, there will be thousands of people. And as soon as you walk out onto the stage there will be clapping and cheering. Misha: Sounds like a fantasy. Kathy: It does, doesn’t it? Then you’ll have to answer their questions on the spot. Misha: I have a friend who was on the last Star Trek series and he was telling me about his conventions a few years ago, and I was thinking, wow, I hope my career never comes to that. Then I got the first call and I was like, WHAT???? FANTASTIC, I can handle this, sign me up! At the time, Misha had just filmed his acrobatic guest spot on Nip/Tuck, and there was a clip on Youtube which the SPN fandom was loving. For obvious reasons. Misha: My barber found it and when I went in for my hair cut, he said your Nip/ Tuck clip had like more than 30,000 hits — oh, and it’s airing next week. I didn’t know it. I said, how the hell did you know that? It was a pretty weird role. When I shot it, before I was shooting this, I thought it would be under the radar. Famous last thoughts. Lynn: That’s pretty funny. And even after having been on things like 24, because that’s a pretty popular show, it doesn’t have the sort of concentrated fan base that this show has. This is something different for you. Misha: Totally different. Interesting, because something like 24, there’s more people watching me, but no one interviewing me. Lynn: No, exactly. Not watching you in the same way. I mean, I don’t want to make you paranoid…. Misha: You are! Lynn (evil grin): Am I doing a good job? Yes, that’s what we do. Misha: I think it makes me take it a little more seriously. It sort of makes it feel like a bit more of a responsibility. It’s just not some junk that people are half watching. There’s a bit more devotion on the receiving end. This may be totally out of line, but it feels like Jared and Jensen sort of feel that way with the cast and crew. Just the sense that they’re being watched. I haven’t got that kind of attention myself, so that’s good so far. Kathy: You will at the convention. The Supernatural conventions are like a self-contained universe, and it’s a different universe. There within that universe, you’re a celebrity. Misha: That’s funny how when they send the contracts they mention security, and I thought, I’m certainly not going to need that! At this point in the interview (of which we’ve only included excerpts), you may be thinking that surely our allotted thirty minutes had long past. You would be right. This didn’t occur to either us or Collins as we sat in Gerard’s trading interviewer duties, however. It was Misha’s turn again. Misha: Let me just go back to that last point, being scrutinized by the fans. The other thing is, seeing how nasty they are to the people they don’t like, it makes you conscious of that, it’s just not sort of the carrot on the stick. Just the accolades you get that are going to your head and skewing how you think. There’s a little bit of fear for me, being new. What if they turn on me? It would be devastating, it would be like a divorce. I don’t want to go through that. Lynn: Don’t worry, they’re not tired of you. Misha: (deadpans) You haven’t seen the stuff that we shot already, it’s pretty embarrassing. Collins’ zinging sense of humor was apparently nurtured in a remarkably pop culture-free childhood environment. I was raised fairly isolated from the popular culture in general. We didn’t have a TV. We didn’t have any money. We moved around a lot. I was in 15 different schools by the time I was a freshman in high school. I was often an outsider at the school and I never really had a tight network where I would get involved. I was wearing the Michael Jackson glove when everyone else was already on to Prince….I do get into things but I’ve never had a devotion to any popular culture and I’m always not understood at all. Lynn: So you grew up not really a fan and not watching TV — how did you decide to become an actor? Misha: Good question. Lynn: (silently) Finally! Misha: My mom was a professional storyteller when we were growing up, which meant that she would go and tell a story to a school assembly here and there. She did community theater and I was in a couple of her plays. Nothing serious. Then I did a couple of plays in high school. My mother would come to whatever school I was in, and direct the play. I don’t know how, but I would end up getting cast as the lead. As I looked back I was horrified at the nepotism that went into that. I think that the teacher should have said absolutely not, you’re not casting your son as the lead. So I have that background. But I was going to go to law school, I went to the University of Chicago. Then I got out of school and didn’t know what to do with myself right away. I took a little time off and I started a software company. I was just sort of floundering around. At this point, Collins must have realized that the interviewer/interviewee roles had been flipped again, suddenly exclaiming, “Wow, I haven’t given such a long-winded answer in a long time.” We assured him that was fine, and so he went on. Except, abruptly and inexplicably, he was now speaking with an unidentifiable but definitely non-American accent! Misha: I was going into character for some reason when I was in college. Lynn: (silently) Apparently that has continued into the present. Misha: I was a Russian foreign exchange student, Lynn (silently): Ohhhh, so that’s what this is! Misha: And these lasted for a long time, like six to nine months and it was fun and everyone laughed until they got really sick of it. So a couple friends said you should really try acting. Basically I got a head shot taken and took one class when I was living in DC when I interned at the White House. My first audition was for Barry Levinson for Liberty Heights. I didn’t even know what an audition was. I had no idea what I was doing. I got the part and worked on it for about six weeks. Then there was another movie casting locally, which was Girl Interrupted. I thought, this is easy! I’ll be a movie star for a little while. Then I moved out to LA, got an agent and went to my first LA audition and I saw 30 guys there. Auditioning in Baltimore and DC there would be me — the same old me and a black woman and a 4 year old child. Then moving to LA, there were 30 guys that looked like Mike Doppleganger. It took me nine months auditioning five days a week to get a guest star on Charmed. That was my first role in LA. That’s a long-winded story for ya. It was. So long winded that Misha was chastised by The Powers That Be for being late for some phone interviews and we were chastised for making him late. Hey, we were the ones BEING interviewed half the time, it wasn’t our fault! Anyone who has had the pleasure of seeing Misha at a convention knows that he took on the experience with the same intellectual curiosity he brought to our first interview. Sometimes his Q & As are so hysterical that we’re crying from laughing so hard. He broke the rules early and often (huge surprise there….) and in the process changed the norms for cons, and for the ways in which the creative side interacts with fans. He treated fans like fellow adults, asking as many questions as he sorta-kinda-maybe answered (a dynamic with which we were already intimately familiar), tossed out the no-cursing norm, and generally engaged in witty banter that some fans matched him step for step and others just quirked an eyebrow. We will continue through the launch of Lynn's book with some of her best Supernatural interviews. Check out Misha’s chapter – along with many other cast and fan chapters – in Family Don’t End With Blood. You can pre-order it here.
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1. Your first OC ever?
It was a vampire in the Beyblade universe, her name was Tru Darling and I was 14, don’t judge me lol
2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?
I have a personal soft spot for Eleanora ‘Nora’ Argent obviously. She’s the first fully fleshed out character I’ve created and I thought about her for a year before I started writing. I’m just super proud of her.
3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?
The same beyblade fic I had made friends with some folks on ff.net and basically added them as characters. By the time I was down there was like 20 OC’s in the story and it wasn’t finished. It was a mess lol.
4. A character you rarely talk about?
Mika Parker, she’s a poly-sterek fic I started to work on but she never got very far. I might still write her some day. She helps spark!Stiles control his magic and come to grips with his attraction to one Derek Hale
5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?
Ooooo it’s hard to pick, but I think I’d have to go with Nora. Just because I’m like 18 chapters in and I just really want to see people love my little broken bird.
6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?
The only ones who aren’t related that look somewhat alike would be Gabriel and Valentina and only because they’re blonde and blue eyed. Not really anything other than that.
7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?
Eleanora and Gabriel are part of The Moon Huntress (latest chapter here)
Frankie and Ben Connelly are part of Above All Else which is in the process of being written. (learn more about them here and here)
8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!
I don’t RP sorry
9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?
I’m willing to allow crossovers or fan works but I would like to be asked first although those who’ve already made me stuff no they have full permission ;)
10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?
All of them lol I love writing complicated characters what can I say?
11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?
Not sure what’s meant here, but Frankie is all smiles and sweetness on the surface...
12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot
I can’t pick just one lol.... a few OC’s that I’ve read so far are and they’re all great. If I miss someone I’m sorry.... Ellie Connor, Piper Dean & Merikh Amor by @lady-baratheon Fred Ackerman by @susiesamurai Emery Duran, Diana Chang & Bianca Larson by @dubonet Maddie Hayes by @anarchxst Arianna Patrakis by @fraysquake and there’s so many more my brain is just not functioning right now.
13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?
My biggest troublemaker would be Gabriel from TMH, he’s not even fully introduced into the fic as a real person and he’s causing all kinds of problems ;)
14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory
Eleanora Argent thought she was tough as nails, but being back in Beacon Hills hunting a rogue alpha werewolf throws her world for a loop. And the addition of Derek Hale in her life only helps to complicate things. Her family has a code, but what's her code?
15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?
Like it? I love it! And I love hearing about others OCs as well. Anything you wanna know ask away and I’ll try my best to answer.
16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?
Probably Frankie, she’s super smart and not afraid to go after finding something out she doesn’t know about. Unfortunately she doesn’t have much time to study.
17. Any OC OTPs?
Obviously Eleanora x Derek for sure..... my OTP ride and die.
18. Any OC crackships?
A few Eleanora paired with @lydamartin‘s Oliver always has amazing things. And I have a feeling her with @dubonet‘s Will Martin would be interesting as well. And I also love her with @susiesamurai‘s Kevin ;)
I’ve always thought Gabriel and @papermoon262‘s Alex would be really interesting if they could survive each other lol.
Frank with @dubonet‘s Dylan Larson has been interesting lately as well. And Ben could be interesting with either @catgrant‘s Gwen Lodge or @lady-baratheon‘s Piper Dean
19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)
20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?
The one that would probably sing would be Valentina and it’d be a soft sweet voice singing something in Russian
21. Your most artistic OC
Nora for sure, if she was in AU she’d be finishing art school and have a thriving career illustrating graphic novels or something similar. She draws allot to try to sort her mess of a head out.
22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?
Nora again, I sometimes get the feeling people think of her allot like Kate but I hope that the more you read the more people realize they couldn’t be more different.
23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?
Frankie has changed allot but it has to do with development as she doesn’t have a story fully yet. Also watching the first episode of Riverdale changed some things in my head.
24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?
Probably Nora so I could give a hug she wouldn’t take ;)
25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)
There’s allot of myself in Nora, hard to write some of the traits without including myself or having personal experience but I feel each of my characters has a small part of me in them. Yes even Gabriel... :D
26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?
I changed Nora FC after joining tumblr and realizing that I wanted to learn to edit and it was just to hard to find good stuff to makes edits with her original FC.
27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?
I’m one of those people who writes with my entire music library on shuffle so there’s probably some crossovers from my favourite songs but not inspired exactly no.
28. Your most dangerous OC?
Definitely Gabriel, there’s nothing more dangerous than a man with no morals, he’s the true definition of beast when it comes to werewolves.
29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?
Pretty much all of them... they’re all pretty much lone birds if you know what I mean.
30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?
I wanna say Gabriel because it’s just too funny but probably more like Frankie, she wants to be mature but she’s just a small child inside.
31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)
Frankie’s would be lots of pink, sayings reblogged and lots of fashion and hipster blogs reblogged.
32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?
Nora.... girls got skills!!!!
33. Your shyest OC?
Probably Frankie, she’s shy to go after what she truly wants.
34. Do you have any twin characters?
No I don’t
35. Any sibling characters?
Well Eleanora is Allison Argent’s sister
Ben & Frankie are siblings.
36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?
Eleanora is paired with Derek Hale and Gabriel and is siblings with Allison Argent and daughter to Chris and Victoria, Niece to Kate, Granddaughter to Gerard and Friends with Stiles, Isaac, Erica and Boyd.
Gabriel is paired with Eleanora.
Valentina is paired with Oliver Queen.
Frankie is paired with Jughead Jones and becomes friends with the gang. Sister to Ben.
Ben is paired with Ms. Grundy and is friends with FP. Brother to Frankie.
Mika is paired with Stiles and Derek and Friends with Jackson.
37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human
Mika is a talented spark and emissary from England that is a member of the pack Jackson ends up in. She meets Stiles through Jackson and then Derek through Stiles. She’s a fun loving but no nonsense when it comes to magic kind of girl.
38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?
Valentina is very good on her feet and could whisk you away ballroom style.
39. Introduce any character you want
Valentina has climbed the ranks of the Bratva for the past five years. All without a care about what Oliver Queen had been doing since their last meeting. The last time they spoke one of them was laying on the ground bloody and beaten and the other stared coldly down.
She had been 20 at the time and full of rage and a need for revenge. Now when Church is busy destroying Star City the Bratva bring in their best enforcer and assassin to take him down. Her mission is to strengthen their holdings in the city and it’s not long before she runs into it’s new Mayor.
Seeing her again brings up questions for Oliver and gives his new team more reasons to question his methods. But can he stop her from adding another name to her ever growing list of regrets? Or is she too well trained by the Bratva for even Oliver to stop her when she gets her target.
40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!
The fact that Nora is basically the reason I’ve gotten to meet all you amazing people, love ya.
41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)
No I haven’t had any drawn I’ve had many awesome other edits made for my characters and I love them all.
42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?
Probably Gabriel ;)
43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess
I don’t think I do....
44. Something you like about your OCs in general
I love that they’re all fun to write for in different ways...
45. A character you no longer use?
That original OC lol.
46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?
A few times teehee....
47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child?
A few times teehee....
48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure
None of my characters are pure......
49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes
Probably Frankie or maybe Gabriel in a weird way....
50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want
I just want to thank everyone who continues to support me and my OCs I love you all. Even if it’s just reading these and not comment or liking or anything I still love that you take that time. I just want everyone to love my children like I do :D
Wow this is a beast, sorry some of my answers aren’t longer...
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#heather answers#eleanora argent#gabriel#the moon huntress#ben connelly#frankie connelly#fic: above all else#Mika Parker#valentina sokolov#my OCs
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Septicemia - Gerard keeps ruining things, but he never means it. Frank keeps getting hurt, but he never feels it. 44k
GO READ THIS GO READ THIS DO IT DO IT DO IIIIIIT !!!! hoooly fuck.
It’s been a while since my last re-read, but I’ll try to summarize part of it. Frank is in a really bad place when the fic starts out. He lives in a dump, his life is crap and he feels like shit. He also has regenerative healing. Doesn’t matter if he falls out from a second-story window, or shoots himself in the mouth. He’ll be alive and kicking after it, wether he wants to or not. His tattoos are constantly fading away, since his body senses it as “harm”. Enter Gerard, a man fascinated by Frank’s powers (and one who might have some of his own...). Aaaanywho. A fun and great and awesome fic that deserves ALL the kudos and comments!
Veins Are Red, Veins Are Blue - There’s a little button up at the top of the page, marked “gallery”, and Gerard clicks on it. It presents him with a handful of different names, presumably the artists in residence, and he skims down the list until he spots it: Frank Iero (horror/gore, traditional American designs). Iero, Gerard thinks, rolling the name around his head like a rosary bead in his palm. Of course the fucker is Italian, because the world is cruel and Gerard’s life is hard. With a deep, tortured sigh, he clicks on Frank’s name.
In which Frank is a tattoo artist and Gerard is a fearsome and terrifying undead creature of the night. Sort of. 8k
Under the Hide of Me - Prohibition in New Jersey means mob bosses and bootleggers running hooch up and down the shore and into the city. Gerard Way, his brother, and their friend Ray are running an operation for the Capo Maranzano. Rival factions are trying to take over the business, and Frank Iero, from a prominent Mob family, is sent to them as their new driver. But the Ways and Ray are hiding two secrets: their own still on a farm in the Pine Barrens, and something darker yet. They’re werewolves. 18k
A Kiss on Bloody Lips - Frank stumbles on a serial killer that’s been terrorizing his city for weeks, and gets more than he bargained for when his obsession comes to a climax. 12k
Gerard Way’s (Vampire) Detective Agency - Pete, in Decaydance Mansion, with a yarrow stake. Frank and Gerard, in the greenhouse, with a plant of questionable origin. Bob, everywhere you look, with a gang of assassins for justice. Vampires, valets, pamphlets, haunted furniture, dub-thrall, disembodied voices, zombie couriers, and sinister ritual. 43k
Redeemer - Gerard is a complete asshole to pretty much everyone but himself. He’s rich and privileged and doesn’t care if he steps on other people’s dreams. After a night with some guy he met at one of his clubs, in which Gerard ends up under a young punk rocker’s care, he may be changing his act. 20k
Black Market Blood - Frank’s so fucking freaky he’s potentially wigging out a fucking vampire. 16k
I Was Your Silver Lining - “So what do you do?” “I wait.” “You wait? Like, what, tables?” “I wait for you.” Werewolves, Gypsy magic, soul mates, reincarnation and Gerard being a creeper. 52k
An Emergency Of The Heart - Gerard’s fat fucking birds have fat fucking asses.13k
Cute lil’ cinderella au, Frank’s in a band and Gerard works for CN. It’s So. Sweet. I couldn’t stop smiling in class.
Run - Being a secret teenage werewolf is hard. Frank should know. He is one. 63k
Nearly Witches - Frank’s new in town, and his new best friends think it’d be awesome to check out the old Way Cottage on Halloween. Frank thinks it’ll be the best birthday ever. What he gets is two eighteenth century witches and a lot of strange situations. 18k
fanart!
Unholyverse - “He thinks I have stigmata,” Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn’t get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. “Oh, well,” said Brian into his hands. “Of course.” 186k
Trees Have Roots And I Have You - "There’s a legend saying that if you’re at Saint Etienne du Mont church at midnight, a car or a vehicle or something comes for you and takes you to the Paris you want to visit the most.”And that’s how Gerard Way ends up in the twenties. 27k
burning up in the sun - Life hasn’t been the same since the Rift. Frank hadn’t been planning on getting stuck in this stupid town, kept captive in the sketchiest bar in the universe, chained to the counter like an animal.And just when he’d been sure that nothing could surprise him anymore, he was rescued by a rock 'n’ roll band of vampires. He hadn’t seen that one coming. 11k
Let The Darkness Lead You Home - Vampires are in charge and most of the humans on earth are prey, so Frank Iero’s parents have him train as a cyber tech to protect him. Leaving the family he’s born into may have saved his life, but his parents never could have expected the lengths he’d go to in order to find a new family to call home. 49k
and me here on the ground - Frank’s worked hard to build a life for himself in the city of Jersey, where dragons swoop and dive over the river, and every day is divided by the ringing of the city bells. He knows the streets of the city like he knows the the tattoos on the backs of his hands, and he’s content with what he has: a job as a bike courier, friends who love to give him shit, and a crush on a professor of art history at the local university.
But he’s also got a secret—one he’s been running from for a long time. But all it takes is one delivery to a mysterious, quite-probably-magical bookshop to show Frank that there are some things you can’t outrun. Especially since he’s finally found a place that he doesn’t want to leave. 32k
This fic. God. Perfect in every way. There will never be anything like this ever again.
Can Never Wrong This Right - It’s 1949 and Dr. Way is a professor of Archeology and Frank is his constantly exasperated (and secretly pining) assistant. When their latest trek takes them to South America to locate the fabled Blood Stone, however, they both find more than they bargained for. 23k
I thought I would never find this fic again!! Was re reading Strange Steps and then looked at the author’s other works and found this fic. Also, the same person wrote Becoming Joan !! And a bunch of other awesome stuff. What a legend.
This Tornado Loves You - 1933. Frank’s been on the run a long time and he’s forced to stop in his old hometown. At first things are about what he expects - old friends, unpleasant memories, and a less-than-desirable home life. Everything changes one night when he stumbles on an old hedge maze hidden in the woods. It’s not the hedge maze that intrigues him the most, though, but the secrets of the house hidden inside. 43k
Smokeless Flame of Fire - Frank blinked. “What kind of name for a genie is Gerard?” 21k
to the midnight land - Being a teenager is hard. Being a Blooded teenager, one with a connection to the Moon and his fur-self, is even worse. He’s got to contend with his own hormones, high school, and the fact that he’s in love with his best friend.
Luckily, Frankie’s got the determination to see things through. He’s got family, friends, and a community of shifters to lean on, and he’s not going to give up. Frankie’s not patient, but he’s stubborn when he knows what he wants. And he wants Gerard. 24k
Everyone Comes To Pan’s - "Second street on the left, and straight on till Mornington Crescent. Tell them Pete sent you.“ 35k
Ain’t Nobody Gonna Love You Like The Devil Do - Frank is a good, God-fearing Catholic boy, and then Gerard happens. Gerard is the most interesting person he’s ever met, arriving in Frank’s small town with late nights and illicit booze and odd, disturbing nightmares trailing in his wake, and before long, Frank finds himself questioning the things he thought he knew. 40k
I read this waaay before I even thought about making a reclist, or even to keep track of what I read. I’m so glad I stumbled upon this fic again.
With Dripping Wings, Heavy Things Won’t Fly - Gerard is in more than a mess when he is kicked out of Heaven, and the demon tracking him is certainly not helping him. Frank has a plan, though, and he needs the fallen angel for it to work. This is what happens when Heaven and Hell collide. 3 really long chapters.
Something Other Than Human - In a world where vampires have risen to take charge as the dominant species, the last of the human race has been forced into servitude and submission. With no job to pay for his mounting number of bills, Frank Iero is being forced to make some hard choices - get a job under the tyrannical reign of the very creatures responsible for the death of his great-grandfather, or be thrown onto the streets to be picked up and used for nothing more than a meal.
His life, however, takes an unforeseen turn when he discovers a vampire in his best friend’s kitchen – a vampire who said best friend is not only friends with, but related to. The last thing he wants is to spend more time with Gerard Way. But Gerard has plenty of problems of his own, one being his desperate need to hire a secretary. And, well. Frank really needs a job.
As Gerard realises that hiring Frank only adds to his problems, Frank may have to come to terms with the fact that it isn’t only vampires who can be prejudice. 42k
Roses Are See-Through - “Ghosts are overrated,” Gerard says. A transparent Frank laughs. 6k
Keep You Safe Tonight - Frank is a werewolf. He’s out running in the woods one night when he’s shot by a hunter with a silver bullet, and ends up collapsing on the grounds of Sir Way, who takes him in to care for him. The silver poisoning has a weird effect on him, and Frank - who has never known finery OR or someone quite like Lord Way - doesn’t know what makes his head spin more. 11k
All That We See Or Seem - "What the hell? What are you doing? Don’t do that! It’ll bite your head off! Oh God we’re going to die!"
A Supernatural AU featuring Gerard the Hunter and Frank the paranormal investigator/journalist. 15 chapters
Don’t Even Take This Bet - Being a vampire tends to automatically mean immortality, so Gerard had come to terms with the fact that relationships probably wouldn’t work out very well for him. But what if, somehow, he manages to keep meeting the same guy (or sometimes girl) over and over again, through different lives? Gerard will keep falling in love with Frank over and over again, meeting all these different versions of him, none of them remembering him, and seeing him die more times than he’d like. He spends decades after each death searching for him, so when he can’t find him for nearly 70 years, he starts to lose hope. That is, until it reappears again, suddenly and completely unexpected, in the form of a cute guy screaming on a stage. 61k
ever just the same (ever a surprise) - As the only charm weaver in his small village, Gerard has lead a quiet but productive life. All of that changes when he crosses the path of a dark fae with royal ambitions. A fairy tale with wicked witches, magic, and (of course) true love. 20k
The One Where Ray Can Hear Sex Dreams - I’m really sorry, Mr. Toro. But I didn’t make you have sex with anyone, as per your request. 2k
When I Think About You (I Touch Myself) - Van!era bodyswap. Gerard is a narcissist. 2k
Untitled - 4k
a not!fic. Mikey disappears, but leaves a note behind for Gerard explaining how to reach him through his dreams. And so Gerard finds himself in a world so very different from his own, with magic and princes (and Frank). + cool art!
hope you survive the experience - In which various members of FOB, MCR, The Used, P!atD, TAI, GCH, and Various Others are students at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, complete with typical high school hookups, Bad Ideas, Really Bad Ideas, and a wee bit of telekinesis, amongst others. Part one of a series, but can standalone if you like. 3k
He Told Me I Could Never Go Back - Everything was fine until Frank disappeared. 2k
this broke my heart.
The Fall and Rise of The Black Parade - “I used to think this was Hell. I mean, I always figured that’s where I was headed, if there was any afterlife. And then when I got here…there were no lakes of fire, or anything, but I was stuck on my own in a place where nothing grows or changes, so I figured, okay, Hell’s just a little different than I always thought it would be. But then, after a while…it wasn’t so bad. I found a place where I could kind of belong, and I met Toro and Brian and Bob and Mikey…and you. And I figure…if I was in Hell, falling in love shouldn’t really be in the cards, should it?
So after that, I started thinking—okay, maybe this place isn’t anything I ever heard about in school or church. But then again, maybe it is. Maybe this is Purgatory. And I always had the idea that Purgatory was kind of like prison, y’know, you gotta serve your sentence and the only thing that’s gonna get you out quicker is good behavior or having friends in high places. But maybe—maybe you don’t have to just sit around waiting for someone to tell you your sentence is up. Maybe Purgatory ends when you get yourself out of it.” 52k
The author only has 12 out of their 52 frank/gerard fics up on AO3, so here’s a link to all of them (LJ).
Under My Skin - "Maybe," Gerard had said one night, scratching idly at Frank's scalp, "it was something you ate?"
"Maybe," Ray said, "it was some kind of sex pollen."
Frank growled and said, "maybe if you don't shut up right now I'm going to kick your ass." 1k
Pack - Frank's a very playful werewolf. 1k
And The Autumn Moon Is Bright - "So...what, am I a werewolf now?" 10k
I Wish I Were A Ghost - Halloween is Frank Iero's birthday. It's also the day when the veil between the world of the living and the dead is at it's thinnest.
A ghost-story. Short and sweet. 1k
00.06 - '4 and 14 adopt a newborn baby together. What do they name it, how do they raise it, etc, etc. Do they eventually get it siblings? Do they ditch it in a dumpster on prom night because its not as fun as they thought?'
THIS IS QUITE LITERALLY THE WEIRDEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. And yet, I am oddly charmed by it. 2k
oh my god. gerard/james potter. it was hilarious.
Show you what all that howl is for - How is Frank supposed to enjoy a good run knowing Gerard's out there pissing on his trees? 4k
Now With More Cowbell - Hermes - trickster god first and foremost, the patron saint of robbers and thieves, of conmen and rockstars. He’ll go to bat for you if you make him laugh or if he likes your style, or if you have an offering that tickles his fancy (he’s fond of stuffed animals, cigarettes, and ugly puppies, just as an FYI).
One of his godly duties is to guide souls to the underworld, lead them into their personal version of the afterlife, though maybe some people he doesn’t like get lost along the way. He's not too great with messages, either, to be honest. 0.5k
Everything in Your Eyes - Gerard's been part of super crime for the past five years, and he's never seen anything like this. A telepathic noir story. 5k
a must-read.
Half the Battle - People tend to assume Gerard is an alpha. Frank knows better. 1k
An Inexplicable Occurrence of Angels - 35k
This was on my Fics-I-Can’t-Find-list, and since this one doesn’t have a description, I’ll just paste in what I could remember from reading it last year:
My Chem (minus Frank) broke up after Revenge. One day Frank kinda shows up (can't remember how) Frank's an angel with big wings and is hopelessly clueless about the world, so the rest or My Chem have to help him. They take him on walks and it looks like he has a hunchback bc of his wings. I think Frank doesn't even know any words in the beginning, but he learns english quickly. Loves watching movies. Everyone in My Chem basically crash at ray's place bc of Frank. And they're all Hey... maybe we should pick up the band again...?
UPDATE: okay i just reread it and it’s sooooo good holy shit. especially the last chapter. there was a comment on AO3 about how they would come back and reread the last chapter over and over again because it made them so happy. that’s probably what i’m gonna do from now on.
crack your body crack your mind + really fucking awesome art - Frank only comes out when he's alone. 4k
I’m not into xenophilia, but I still enjoyed this. And that art! *swoons*
Frank the Failiest Vampire - Frank's a vampire, and he's finally ready to let the world know. 0.9
a not!fic
Three Sharp Bites - When Frank had imagined the joy of finally finding a helpless thrall who would tilt back his neck for him, displaying the jugular with a undertone of love and utter submission, he didn't really expect it to include the joy of being bent almost in two while his mate fucked the living shit out of him. 0.7k
part two of Frank the Failiest Vampire. This isn’t a not!fic though.
Ten Wearwolves Fighting - By the time Gerard gets back, Frank has been pacing back and forth for at least two hours.He slams Gerard up against the wall as soon as he's deadbolted the door, hands firm against his shoulders. "Where the fuck have you been?" 1k
Hunter - They said the guy in Apartment 1147 was crazy. 1k
The One That You Are Looking For - Frank gets silver poisoning. His pack protects him. 11k
The Midnight Council - Gerard, the child of a forbidden love between vampire and werewolf, ascends the throne of werewolf clan Wajdra at the tender age of eleven. The political situation between the dwindling numbers of the werewolves and their ancient enemies, the vampires, is precarious at best, and when his vampire mother and brother retreat to Transylvania, the only one Gerard can truly trust is Frank, the little werewolf cub who swore himself Gerard's liegeman the very day that they met. Gerard and Frank are raised side-by-side in the castle in a political tinderbox, but as Gerard's coming-of-age approaches, a war between vampires and werewolves looms ever nearer, while humans encroaching on their territory threaten both with extinction. 42k
You know those fics that are so well-written, with so much care for detail and research put into them, that if you had to choose one fic as proof of how incredible fanfiction is to those who claim it’s all trash, that fic would be it? Well, this is a prime example of that. The amount of research the author must have put into this shows itself again and again in the text, and never once did I find a part of it to be lacking in any way.
It’s written all old-timey, which I normally have some trouble with, but other than having to look up a word now and then, it was fine. Adding to that, I think the fic overall would’t have worked as well in its historical setting had the author not used the language that they did.
Unfortunately, The Midnight Council is an abandoned WIP. I knew this going in, and while I felt sad at the end, I don’t regret reading it at all. Honestly, I just feel thankful for getting a glimpse of their life in such an amazing setting, and I’m glad it was done so flawlessly. So please, go read.
Get me closer (to God) - Gerard found salvation with his Stars, and Frank was the perfect Catholic. When light and dark collide, what should have been simply sex, becomes something much more than neither could’ve expected. 56k
Chapter seven and eight are blocked, but fear not! Simply click on chapter six, and there should be a drop down meny of all the chapters. From there you just select the next chapter :) Anyway it’s really good, and G is in a cult!
Cupid’s Chokehold - Frank taps his foot on the tile and looks at anything other than Ray’s face for a long moment. Then he groans and says, "I suck at love, alright? I’m a fucking Cupid, a servant of Aphrodite for fuck’s sake, and I suck at making people fall in love.” 13k
The Old Straight Track - Death is weird, Frank thinks, though he suspects this is not the way it's really supposed to go. 30k
This fic is haunting, in more than one way ;) ... Okay, enough puns. Anyway this one has this really cool part -- and I’m not going to spoil it!! -- With the main dudes and a window and I love it a lot so please read it and maybe shoot me an ask and yell about That scene so I can yell back about how gr8 it is. That is all.
Oh and it has a hilariously lost Pete who can’t get anyone to explain anything to him and it was a well needed laugh from all the other shit going on in the fic.
The Majesty of Choice - Gerard’s life conforms around a curse that orders his obedience. He soon finds himself thrust into the position of protecting the Prince, a well-meaning man named Frank, who just so happens to be falling in love with Gerard. 100k
according to my ao3 bookmarks (pushes up glasses), the last time I opened this fic was May 2017 (it’s now January 2018) so I have no idea how why I didn’t put it on this category sooner. Anywayz, here iz ze fic!
All The Wicked Shadows - A favor for his friend Mikey leads Frank to an abandoned building in North Jersey...where Mikey's dark secret is hiding. 5k
Well written, surprisingly scary, really refreshing insight into the vampire trope. And the art is great!
A Borrower of the Night - When a curse causes Frank and Gerard to switch powers, Frank takes things a step too far, while Gerard scrambles to break it before he loses Frank and Frank loses his mind. 8k
The Anatomy of a Fall - The unholy union of a high school AU and a ghost story. Gerard's life takes a strange turn when his family moves to a small town in Vermont and he discovers the locals aren't all what they seem to be. Also includes: unexpected nature walks, murder, pining, improper treatment of crime scenes, a number of bone-related puns, high school bullies, and a short-range shrub named Ferdinand. 107k
So I always thought I had this on my rec list, but when I went to add a link to some truly awesome fanart of it (here! spoiler free as well ;), I couldn’t find it??. Here it is, anyway. Not like any of y’all lurkers needed my rec list to find this fic anyway, I mean it’s one fucking third of the motherfucking holy trinity of mcr fics. Fuck, I need to start rereading it. I don’t even think I finished it in the first place!? Ugh, that’s on me, not the fic. The fic is the motherfluffing shit.
A Wish And I'm Gone - Gerard is 17 years old in 1922. Frank is 17 years old in 1984. They both just want to be somewhere else, somewhere better. 2k (still updating!)
In Firmer Chains, Our Hearts Confine - Former musical composer and current writer Gerard Way is a sensation of the musical and literary scenes of 1800s London. But after struggling for ages with his new book, he’s close to giving up. Until he receives an offer from Grant Morrison himself; to go to his manor in Scotland and work on his novel in peace. Gerard seizes upon the chance immediately. Grant, however, has a dark secret he’s desperately trying to keep hidden. And Gerard has a few of his own. 37k
Picture me, casually stumbling upon this fic one late night. Historical? Check. An AU but Gerard’s talents are still appreciated and encouraged, and he makes a name for himself? Double check. Grant Morrison? Check. Gerard and Grant’s dark secrets? CHECK CHECK CHECK CHECK CHECK
Me: *already fucking shaking from excitement, now glancing up at the tags*
Enter the tag Alternate Universe - Vampire. Queue foaming at the mouth.
This fic was so fucking awesome in so many ways I don’t even know where to begin. The slow and suspenseful unraveling of secrets and mysteries. The numerous parallels drawn between the AU and real life events of the people in it, and that the author made sure that they all worked within the AU without a hitch. All the actions and ambitions of the people in it that somehow managed to balance masterfully on the fine line between what’s canon and what’s realistic for that time period.
Fuck, lurkers guys. I’m not sure if my word-vomiting even gets anyone to read fic on my list, but for the sake of this fic (and my ego sdkjlskldhfklf) I ask anyone reading this to p l e a s e read it. For your own sake. And mine. Because I need to yell about this fic with somebody, STAT.
Ships: Gerard/Grant, and very, I repeat, VERY low-key Frank/Mikey
A Guided Tour of the October Country: Please Keep Your Arms and Legs Inside the Wind of Death At All Times - That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. 7k
Mysterious, some angst imo, and plenty of adorable geekiness to round it off ;)
Adrift - When successful author Gerard Way is forced to do something drastic to spur on his creativity, he decides to move out of the city. He buys an old villa in the small town of Kellmington and is satisfied with that, until he discovers that it’s already inhabited by one of the former residents: a persistent ghost. To have a dead spirit around is certainly not what he paid for, but Gerard soon learns that the ghost has its own story – a story that might lead him to a life-changing plot twist. 31k
Maaaaan I am I glad I read this. A ghost ... mysteries ... historical flashbacks ... a pinch of horror ... Successful Writer!Gerard ... foreshadowing ... Old creaky houses ... I’m going to come clean. I shed tears over this fic. Dammit, I need some art of that last scene. Maybe I’ll make an attempt once exams are out of the way.
Monsters and Kings - AU where Frank, a member of a werewolf clan, is forced to marry Gerard, the son of the Vampire King. The marriage seals a peace treaty between the two species. Frank expected he would be killed immediately after the wedding, but things are not so simple. He never expected to actually like his new husband, and that makes things far too complicated. 133k
Listen I have so many feelings about this fic. First of all, an A+++ take on werewolves. Secondly... I had no idea it was that long until I finished it. Somehow got it in my head that it was 41k (??) so I was like “‘aight this is the perfect length let’s go” but that number came and went quickly as I read this, and I’m so glad it was way longer (three times as long as I thought!). It couldn’t have been any less than 133k with everything it was packed with.
This isn’t a fic that was made by dropping the pairing into some rando time and place, oh no. The background stories , culture clashes, creature politics, intricate rituals and traditions, allies, enemies (that antagonist tho) and lovers... the whole shebang. Not to mention that fucking awesome epilogue. Too fucking cute.
Psst! Make sure to check out 1_800_FRERARD’s comment on the fic lol. BUT ONLY AFTER READING IT BECAUSE IT’S LIKE THE BIGGEST SPOILER OTHERWISE OH MY GOD
Oh, and check out 1_800_FRERARD’s fics as well––they’re awesome.
you weaseled your way into my heart (and ferreted out my feelings) - You gotta watch out for those bands with umlauts. 5k
Through the Trees - After being bit by an unknown werewolf and left to figure out this new change on his own, Frank’s life is further turned upside down when his mom announces they’re moving to a new town halfway through Frank’s senior year. What Frank doesn’t expect is that there are already two packs of territorial werewolves. He tries to figure out where he fits, if anywhere at all, or if he’s going to have to continue on as a lone wolf. 47k
This fic was way funnier and way more light-hearted than I thought it would be. Frank is your typical teenager, mad at his mom for uprooting him in his senior year, feeling isolated on account on the werewolf factor, and in the middle of all that he discovers that there are others like him. But Frank is just so ... Frank. He’s just like, “Whatever man, I get this whole, ‘my turf’ thing, but there’s a really good show about to play in this neighborhood, sooo...” And the flirting! Oh god, the flirting. I at times felt a tiiiiny bit bad for poor Gerard who was not. at all. prepared for this type of shameless wooing. Especially from this newly turned wolf who can’t tell his two paws apart from each other.
Another thing I really loved in this fic was how different the characters’ approaches to werewolf identity were. Like, there were times when Frank was venting his frustration with being turned, and Gerard would say like, “Is... is it really that bad?” Because for him, that’s his identity and heritage. Before him, his grandmother was pack leader. And idk, I just loved how that was a part of this absolutely wonderful and hilarious fic.
Rising With the Heat - "Bullet?" he says, voice high and confused.
"Um, hi?" Frank says, dropping to the ground.
"You're the one – have you been following me all week?" Gerard asks, slowly lowering the spray can.
Bob's going to give him so much shit for this. "I just wanted to make sure you got home safe." 2k
Frank is a superhero sidekick who’s fallen for Gerard, who he previously saved from getting mugged. Gerard finds it cute. And maybe a little bit hot.
Of All the Places in the Universe - Gerard, an alien with a severe case of anomie and wanderlust, crash-lands in Jersey while traveling the galaxy. A chance meeting with a creature his studies had told him didn't exist leads to a surprising turn of events. With time, Gerard comes to call Earth home, and finds love with the adorable punk who found him--Frank, an energetic puppy of a werewolf who's really more bark than bite. 30k
"You know The Smiths?"
Gerard grinned. "Oh, yes! They're one of my favorite Earth bands."
Monster Under the Bed - “You’re not real. Go away,” Gerard ordered.
“If I’m not real, then who are you talking to?” it countered.
“My imagination.”
“Can your imagination shake the bed?”
Gerard screeched. “Stop that!”
There was a sigh from underneath the bed. “It makes me sad to be told I’m not real. Sad and angry.”
Gerard whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut. “All right—you’re real! Stop shaking the bed!” 3k
Heaven Help Us - It's hot, but that's nothing new, Gerard's used to this by now. The heat surges up his back and causes his spine to roll with shudders to get used to the new temperature. His white wings flap a few times as he gets used to standing firmly on the ground before they fold in, disappearing back under the skin of his shoulder blades. The musky smell is heavy, and it's almost overbearing, but Gerard doesn't care. He's only here for one thing, and as soon as he gets it, he'll be gone. 9k
Obligatory ‘Haven’t Read This In Years’. Can’t remember the details, but it is pretty dark, with torture etc. ... I used to read some messed up stuff. But then! The twist!!! Now *that* I remember. ... You’ll have to read it to find out. ;)
A Red So Deep - Constantine AU. Warnings for gore, religious themes, suicide.
Brendon says, “Ugh.”
“That’s why I like you,” Frank tells him between spits. “You’re articulate.”
“What else is there to say, you know?” Brendon shrugs. He gingerly pinches his jacket by the edges of a button and lifts it a little to get access to the inner breast pocket. “’Ugh, we’re covered in blood because you killed a demon with a shotgun that was blessed by some psycho priest a decade ago.’ Like that?”
“You’re right. Don’t do that,” Frank concedes after a pause. 14k
Criminally underrated. Frank deals with a lot of shit that other people don’t usually notice, and Brendon is his nerdy apprentice of sorts. Frank runs into Gerard, who has come for his help. Throughout the fic you’ll notice that things are gearing up for something … big. Which of course unnerves the hell out of Frank. Also, no spoilers and all that but this seriously gives me strong vibes of Deathwish (guess who just got home and saw that her copy arrived!). Which of course, just adds more awesomeness to it.
Shadows In The Parking Lot - In which there’s a mass grave under Frank and Ray’s apartment complex, Frank doesn’t believe in ghosts, & Frank’s ex-boyfriend is, conveniently, a paranormal consultant. For Milo. 61k
Well, I just stayed up until 4AM to finish this masterpiece. I love love love the characterization, and the whole “we used to be a thing years ago.” Which I haven’t really read much of, but it worked SO well for this fic and it might be my new thing. Not to mention the spookyness! It was so awesome, especially how nonchalant Frank was about ghosts in the beginning, which seemed to be more confusing to Gerard than if Frank just straight up was a firm non-believer. lol. Will definitely reread around Halloween! :D Also, the author said that they’re working on a sequel!!!!
A Fate Worse Than Death [Spells] - “Can I help you find anything?” an employee had asked.
Frank just waved them off.
“A box I can fit my ex-boyfriend’s body in.” had hardly seemed like an appropriate response.
~ Or, The story of how Frank Iero became a vampire slayer in the worst possible state to wake up a vampire. A daydream on ‘The Taste Of Ink’ by The Used. 59k
Hot damn. Love how Frank took down those vamps for G. And that graveyard scene! Good stuff. Felt like I was reading a comic at times because I could visualize everything so clearly.
Fuck and Run - Meaningless hookups are easier than dating when you’re a werewolf. That is, until your brother sets you up on a blind date with someone you’ve already *ahem* ‘seen’ before. 144k
my comment (with tiiiny spoilers): Hngr. I feel like I can’t describe my love for this story in more than caveman grunts right now, I’m afraid. My cat can def attest to how much noise I made while reading it. The moments I had to put my phone down and do a Face Cradle (Gerard! Why didn’t you use the B-word in that comicbook shop? You had one job!) and the parts where I was so intensely drawn into the story that my eyes would end up all puffy and red the next day from spending the night inches away from my screen, rarely blinking or looking away for more than a moment. Anyways this was so ... HNNGRSHSH. Fuck. Just .... too cool. Loved the little glimps into their future as well, you really know how to give the people what they want. AND ALSO it’s really cool how frank and g still have other friends and relationships and connections with other people that matter!! I’m proud of them!!!! And Gerard abd Mikey’s grandma who thought it was all a metaphor... that’s like, the perfect example of little details and backstory that you sprinkle throughout the fic, much appreciated. And the FIGHTS and the LOVE and the VIBES and the LONGING. And how Gerard sees the wolf and the tragedy and the hopelessness and the brotherly love and Mikey’s silver bullets in case something goes wrong AND THE LORE WITH THE WITCH’S CURSE! And that werewolf dating site with the creepy werewolf dudes, I kept thinking how, yup, I could totally see that kind of creepy power dynamic playing out (unfortunately) so while this is obviously fantasy it is still so grounded in todays culture and our reality which is always a fun combo to explore. NOT TO FUCKING MENTION EX BOYFRIEND GERARD i am now a full blown fan of that trope and i blame you entirety. And Gerard just sitting in the bathtub in the dark ... man, just little stuff like that really pulled me in to it, yknow?? And frank attempting to make steak for his werewolf boyfriend! *heart eyes* HHDSJJS I SHOULD STOP NOW BUT FUCK DUDE THIS WAS SICH A BANGER TO READ I MEAN HONESTLY YOUR WORK IS LIKE 10/10 and so is your tumblr (yes hi i was That person this last week) / the end
A State Of Orange - Being a halfling in a red state can sometimes cause issues for Frank Iero. He’s the weakest at Jett Clement High School, and probably the entire state (not counting the meal plans). His moods are oddly stable, as much as he tries to be mercurial. And being able to withstand the sun for up to twenty minutes only allows him more time to be forced into chores.
Still, his parents are insane if they think he’s going to be happy about their decision. Frank doesn’t want to move to a Mixed state. How is he supposed to get great friends? How is he supposed to find great food? How is he supposed to have great sex? But Frank doesn’t have a choice. He’s New Jersey bound for the next year, if not longer. He’ll be surrounded by tame vampires who have been nagged out of a sex drive, and humans he’s not allowed to eat. Mixed states suck.
Lucky for him, not every person in Jersey sucks. 19k
A really interesting and different AU. I love the, er, misconceptions Frank has about other characters. Heh.
Kiss The Bottle - A drunk wizard slips Frank a love potion while the band is in between tour dates. Chaos and mischief ensues. 35k
An impeccable casting of the wizard, I must say. lol
Superheroes (2-part series) - Mikey isn’t a superhero. 3k
Ship: Frank/Mikey
Don't Fear the Reaper - Gerard's not the greatest with faces but there's one that keeps crossing his path that he can't ignore. 4k
Holy Water Like Cheap Whiskey - "Like motherfucking Romeo and Juliet. Except you don't like heights, and I'm pretty sure Juliet never sipped on dudes' blood." 46k
THE SCENE IS DEAD - 20k
Can’t remember who wrote this description (it’s on my to-do list) (was it disenchanted?) but THEY PUT IT INTO WORDS: “I don't know how to begin to describe this one... It's written in an unusual format - ie. a lot of it is told through newspaper articles and webpages but it's one of those super haunting fics that stays with you for days. I don't think there are any triggers listed so be warned there are character deaths and supernatural stuff.”
And I really don’t have more to add. I don’t even want to say anything more because honestly for this fic, the less you know the better. For me the experience of reading it was made a hundred times better just by the emotional rollercoasters I was put through. Lol. Trying to figure out what was going on/going to happen next was really fun.
#just a heads up to anyone wondering what all this frerard is on their dash:#this is only to update the format of my rec list#i won't post anything frerard on this blog after these posts so don't worry#if i could make these 'unlisted' i would
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