I’m Happy :D (Sanji, Here I Come! 😍)

out of curiosity, does everyone have a certain type of character they get attached to or are urs random

LILAC

||This fic will be from Armin’s perspective, then switched to readers perspective! Also be warned, this fic contains dark material and angst, so if you’re uncomfortable with this, then click away, please. Now, read on reader…if you dare!||

Song I listened to while writing

[Armins pov]

“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you, you’d be like heaven to touch, I want to hold you so much, you’re just to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you…” the record player sang softly as the grandfather clock in the kitchen rang its solemn tune, which indicated that it was noon. I was in a closet, hiding with a scared {name} by my side. I could feel her shaking like a leaf, I’m which I didn’t blame her.

“Oh Armin, you thought you were smart, huh? This really is stupid right! You and I weren’t meant to be together! Come out, come out, wherever you are!” A woman said in a soft but harsh voice. “Oh, where must you both be hiding? Lets make a deal now, shall we? If you show yourself, your precious {name} will be left unharmed. If I do find you both, oh-ho-ho! You don’t want to know what happens then!” She said with a laugh that sounded like a thunderous symphony of storms of rage, anger, and sadness.

“What do we do Armin?! Oh god…” The female next to me whisper-shouted. “I’m gonna die, aren’t I?” She asked, with tears brimming her {eye color} eyes. “No! We won’t die, I promise. I’ll make sure” I whispered, confident, despite how badly I wanted to cry. I couldn’t let her die. Not her. Anyone but her…

The woman’s footsteps grew louder, alongside a sound of a terrifying *click* of the gun held in her hand. Our hearts entered a great crescendo filled with pain and fear. The closet door was slammed open. We were frozen, like statues made of ice, slowly melting in the hot, summer sun.

“Please!” {name shouted} “Don’t hurt him! That is the last thing I want to happen!” She said, hands raised in a surrender. “Please…spare his life. I’d rather it be me than him!” She plead, putting her body in front of mine, creating a shield. “{name}…please….” I pleaded. The woman pointed her gun at her, and I yelped, “Wait! Why are you doing this?!” “Why? Oh Armin, don’t you know? You don’t deserve a woman like her!” She said “You belong with Me! Can’t you see that?” The woman held the gun at {name}’s forehead. “Any last words? I’m feeling nice today” she said with a spine-chilling smile. “Armin, just know that I love you.” She looked at Armin with a sad, but reassuring smile, before turning to the woman and saying with great venom in her voice, “And I hope you rot in hell” her eyes darkened.

[{name}’s pov]

The last thing I saw was a smiling woman with her finger on the trigger. Everyone entered a slow motion, a previous frozen Armin ran to me, but before I could react, I heard a loud bang. I then felt a huge wave of pain, and collapsed. “{name}!!” He cried out, rushing to my side. His tears made my shirt wet, his hands now covered in my blood, trying to stop the bleeding. “Please don’t die on me! I can’t lose you, please” his pleaded with pain in his voice. “It should’ve been m-“ before he could finish, I kissed him. “Don’t cry, Armin. It doesn’t suit you” I said with a small smile before feeling a sharp pain.

I reached out slowly and wiped away his tears with my thumb, which caused more tears to come out. I then saw him get up from my side and walk towards the woman. “Armin…” I gasped before coughing into my hand. “Fuck…” I mumbled, seeing red blood on my hand. “Armin, what are you doing?” I said in a raspy voice. How was I still alive? I didn’t know. He managed to grab the gun from the woman and pointed it at her. A chilling wind entered the room, the curtains danced and the moonlight showed the outline of the woman. Before he could do anything, she looked at him. The last thing I saw were a pair of blue eyes looking back at me with a glare, before she ran out the door.

“Did you see who it was?” Armin asked. “I have an idea on who it is…” I responded. “Okay, I’m going to get some help first, you can tell me later, alright?” I nodded before he went and got some help. After a few hours, I felt my heart rate slowly fade. Doctors rushed to my side, trying to revive me. “The person…who shot me…was A-“ before I could finish, my eyes closed and everything stopped.

[The next day, Armins pov.]

I had been woken up to the news that she died. “Wait…she…died? No she couldn’t…she’s a strong girl she-“ I was told she died and that it was confirmed. I then broke out into sobs. The rest of the day, I was silent. Everyone had known about what happened and rumors started to spread. Who had done it? Well, the answer, {name} did know, and the rest is pretty much history.

|| End note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed…well, I hope you were happy with what I wrote! It’s not really happy either. But hey! I’m glad you read this! I almost cried writing this during English haha 😎 Anyways, take care yall!

-Lucky 🐾||

Jean

I have a headcannon for this horse and his music tastes. I headcannon that Jean listens to K-pop but keeps it a secret. He doesn’t want others to know lmao. 

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Accurate ;,)

I made a what the fandom thinks of you generator

edit: please remember

1. i have to read all the tags

2. ITS RANDOMLY GENERATED I AM SORRY IF YOU DONT LIKE YOUR RESULT BUT DO NOT FUCKING HARASS ME ABOUT IT

thank you

Chapter 2: Maria

|| Hello and welcome to a new chapter! This chapter and from now on may have some cursing (I’m sure y’all can handle, but I understand if not ^^ ) also there may be a smut chapter depending on if I feel comfortable 😅 ALSO I will add warnings beforehand and I’ll try not to add important dialogue in there so those who skip won’t miss important stuff! I have never written smut before so we’ll see! Another really fast note, this fanfic will have she/her pronouns, but feel free to change them according to what suits you best! Enough of my rambling, lets resume our story!||

[Hotel, Wednesday, Jeans pov]

I was hanging out with Eren, Armin, and Connie in the dimly lit living room, playing a game of UNO. Yesterday, we got notified of the winner being someone named {name}. They sound like an nice person. I hope they’re nice. “UNO!” Connie shouts, snapping me out of my thoughts. Damn it. He won again. His second round of winning. Little bitch. “Another round?” Asked Armin, not willing to give up just yet. When it comes to games like these, he’s not one to accept losing so easily. Neither am I.

We agree to Armins suggestion. Levi has been watching us play UNO for the past…half hour? Well, it felt like that. It probably was longer than I thought. “You’re on” Connie and I say in unison with a few laughs before we heard a few knocks coming from the tree-bark-brown door. Everyone fell silent. That must be them.

[Hotel, 2:00 pm, {name}’s pov]

I knocked on the door. Room 2456. I hope this is the right one. I hear the door open, which revealed Levi. “Oh. You must be {name} right?” The man asked. I responded with a nod. “Yeah, that’s me” I responded more awkwardly than I had hoped. “Come inside then. You can put your stuff in the closet”. He stated before heading to a light brown sofa. I did as he instructed before deciding to say hello to the others.

“Good afternoon” I said with a smile. “Hello” everyone responded. I had no idea why, but I couldn’t help but look at Jean. Oh god, since when was he so hot? I blinked before deciding to sit in between Armin and Jean. “playing Uno?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Uh, yeah! Would you like to join? You got just in time! We just finished a round” Connie responded with a smile. “I would love to!” I said with a smile back.

[2 hours later]

I ended up beating them in 3 rounds before Levi said it was time to eat dinner so we can get ready to sleep. I decided to enter the balcony to enjoy the sunset, closing the sliding door behind me. The sky turned into a beautiful cotton candy pink, the birds chirping and soaring through the sky. I had always loved watching the sun set. Especially watching the cars below and the people walking on the busy sidewalk.

I heard the door open and close. “Just checking on you. You okay?” Asked a voice that I knew so well. “I’m doing alright, Mr. Kirstein” I said with a small laugh. “How did you know it’s me?” Asked Jean, who was pretty shocked. “Your voice is one I can recognize” I responded, looking at him with a smile. I watched him smile back, the sunset making him practically glow. Quite literally. The uncontrollable urge to fall just a bit more in love with that man intensified. “I was watching the sunset. I did that a lot back home. Would you like to join?” I asked. “Sure! I would love to”

[Wednesday, Balcony, Hotel, precisely sunset. Jean’s pov]

The girl who entered the door. They were pretty. She also looked familiar. Did she sit at the front row during the concert? I’m pretty sure she did. I think I’m right, she probably did!

“We’re you at the concert yesterday?” I asked them after a brief moment of the two of us, gazing at the sunset, being partially blocked by the buildings across from us. She looked at me and nodded. “Yeah, I was there. Why?” She asked, Her head slightly tilted to the left. “We’ll, I-“ the rest of my sentence got cut off by an airplane that was passing overhead, it’s engines making a low growling sound as it soared.

After a few seconds I opened my mouth to say something, then I closed it muttering a “Nevermind” before looking at the now, faded sunset, it’s color slowing inching towards a black. “You can say it” She responded after a few moments. “Don’t worry, I won’t judge” she said with a reassuring smile. “I was just wondering” I said with a shrug. “I was thinking that you looked familiar and I guessed it was from a concert.” I glanced at her and looked at the remnants of what once was a beautiful sunset.

“I’m heading back inside” the female called out with a small smile. “It was nice talking to you Mr. Kirstein” she said, happiness and relaxation radiating from her. One can’t help but feel a sense of calm, when talking to her. “Please, call me Jean. We’re friends now, right?” I asked with a smile. Maybe we can become more than that. I’m ready whoever you are. I wanted to say that, but it’s too early. Maybe she won’t return my feelings. Worst

case scenario is I get rejected. It will hurt, but maybe I’ll get over it.

Falling in love with someone you just met that day. How pathetic. “Alright Jean. I’m heading inside. Is there a place for me to sleep?” She asked, holding the handle of the glass sliding door, frozen in place. “No, we don’t have a spare room. Would you like me to book one for you? I would be happy to-“ I got cut off with a “I can sleep on the sofa. I don’t mind, really, I don’t.” I looked at her like I thought she was crazy. “No, I can’t do that to our guest, especially after a long day. Uh, do you have any ideas?” I asked, trying to think of one.

[Wednesday, balcony, night time, 9:00 pm, {name}’s pov]

“I have one. I don’t know if you’d be comfortable with it though….” I said, feeling embarrassed by the thought. “Er, promise not to laugh, okay?” She asked, looking like she has seen a ghost. “I won’t, don’t worry.” Jean said before flashing a reassuring smile. “Icould sleepwithyouifyou’dlike” I said, before feeling the temperature grow 5x more warmer than the before, changing from partially chilly to hot as an oven. “I mean…if you’re not okay with that, then I completely-“ I got cut off with a small laugh. “No need to get worked up kid, it’s perfectly fine by me” Jean said with a smile.

I felt the breeze brush me, which resulted in my shivering a little. “Let’s head inside, if you want. It’s nice and all but…it’s kind of cold, not gonna lie” Jean nodded in agreement and we went inside the building, shutting the sliding door with a small thump. “Are you still cold? The heater in this room hasn’t been working for a while. You can borrow a jacket if you’d like” the man offered. “Sure. I…thank you” I said with a warm smile. This must be a dream

As I got ready for bed, Jean was ready, sitting on the queen sized bed. When I exited the bathroom, I was greeted by him, reading a book. The Great Gatsby. I remember reading that book junior year of high school. “Interesting book you got there good sir” I say with a teasing tone, which made him jump “Ah, I didn’t expect you to be done so quickly! Damn. Well, I guess we can call it a night. How does that sound?” He asked, before setting the slightly faded book on the bedside table. “Sounds good Jean.” I entered the bed and was greeted by a nice warmth, like sitting in front of a fire on a cold, winters day. I turned off the lampshade and laid down. “Goodnight Jean. See you tomorrow” I said while pulling the blanket over myself. “Goodnight {name}. Rest well” the man responded. Before I knew it, I was out like a light.

|| Thank you so much for reading this chapter of Red Lights! I hope ya’ll enjoyed this chapter! I apologize for this being out a tad bit late! I fell asleep yesterday after staying up studying 😅 Anyways, I hope y’all have a great day/night! - Lucky 🐾 ||

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Chapter 1: From home

|| Welcome to Chapter 1! I made a collage to make things more interesting! I hope you like it! Also feel free to reblog as you’d like! It will be greatly appreciated 😌! Now, without a further ado, lets let continue the story! ||

[Monday, hotel room, noon, 5 hours till performance. Jean’s pov]

The day of performances is always the most nerve-wracking day. Yes, preforming is fun, but the fear of messing up in front of thousands can make one really nervous. I glance from my phone and watch Armin frantically going over the song list for the umpteenth time. “Hey, Armin. No need to stress yourself out okay? You’re shaking so much that you might cause an earthquake” I remark, trying to lighten his mood. Armin looked like he might faint at any moment, I can’t help but feel bad for him.

“I’m not stressed…” he lies and I quirk an eyebrow. “Uh huh. Sure, sure.” I pause before I inhale and ask “ Would you like to go over a few songs before we preform?” I ask. “Aniyo” he murmurs absent-mindedly, staring at the song list….again. “Alright, I’ll ask the others if they’d like to join. I’ll be right back. Geogi seo” I say before I leave.

I ask the others if they’d like to join and they nod in unison. “Alright, we’ll go over the encore and the hardest ones. How does that sound?” I ask. Everyone looked at each other for a brief moment before agreeing to my idea. After about half an hour of singing with the track, Armin seemed less nervous. “We should get ready. Also, try not to look sweaty before we even start” Levi states before we nod and get ready to preform.

[Monday, {name}’s car, venue of the concert, 20 minutes till performance. {name}’s pov]

This venue is super crowded. Damn. Finding parking is such a nightmare, especially at concerts like this. I didn’t think 9inety-9ine would be the same, fairly empty parking lots...man, was I wrong. After a minute, I find a parking spot and exit my car. As I enter the venue, I see a table with a giveaway where the winner gets to join them on their tour. Hmmm should I do it? I pause for a minute before saying Why not and decided to give it a shot! I fill out my information. The winner is announced by e-mail tomorrow at noon. I wonder what happens if I win?

[Monday, Venue, 10 seconds till performance. {Name}’s pov. ]

I find my seat and look around and see a good majority of the venue (myself included) holding a lightstick. I notice the lights fade to black and the stage lights up. I hear the beginning of a song as well as the screams of fangirls and guys alike. I see them on stage and smile widely. Seeing them preform is amazing! If I do win, it would be nice, I think. I continued to watch the performance, lights flashing and changing from one song to the next.

Watching concerts like these is fun! If I do meet them, I would definitely tell them that I appreciate their music and dances.

[Venue. Jean’s pov]

Preforming is loads of fun, getting to dance, sing, and making others happy is the best feeling. Ever since our trainee days, our number one goal was to create music, dances, and share it with people all over the world. Our lifelong dream has come true!

I look at the audience, waving their lightsticks and singing along, and screaming with excitement. Looking back at how much we’ve grown, it makes me smile inside. We worked so hard, and to finally preform and feel proud is the best feeling. I can’t help but think about that one day at the studio. 3 years ago on that Wednesday is a day I’ll never forget

[Flashback: Dance studio, Wednesday, 3 years ago. Jean’s pov]

“I wonder how long it will be until we finally become idols” Connie asks out loud as we take a break from our session of dancing, . “It probably won’t take too long! We’ll be on that stage soon, naneun yagsoghanda” Armin says with a reassuring smile. Connie responds with a nod and a smile “Thanks ‘Min. Maybe your prediction will be right” “Considering how hard we’ve worked, it shouldn’t be too long” Levi states before drinking some water. “I agree” I say, with a smile. “If we do become idols, it would be nice” Eren spoke with a small smile.

[End of flashback. Present day, last song before end of concert. Jean’s pov]

Our concert is finally coming to an end, the energy still sky high. We say a few words of thanks to the audience before starting our last song: From home. For the song, Armin sang in Japanese and Korean , and the rest of us just sang in Korean . Levi was the one who first came up with the idea of the song. A song that we hold dear to our heart. After the song ended, we said our thanks and bowed before heading offstage, the roaring of our fans fading as we walked to our respective green rooms.

[Tuesday, the day after the concert, noon. {name}’s pov]

There is something people call post-concert blues. The feeling you get after a concert ends. Sometimes it lasts for days, BUT weeks, or even months. It’s hard to describe. It’s a sense of something being missing, perhaps it’s loneliness. I soon hear a ding and I turn on my phone. A notification from my email.

I look at the email. My heart skips a beat. No way this could be real.

Dear {name},

Congratulations! You are one of the lucky winners who won the lottery! You get to stay with 9inety-9ine for the rest of their tour! How exiting! All your rooms and transportation are booked for you! All you need to bring is money for food, and that’s about it! The date you get to join them is tomorrow at precisely 2:00 pm! Hope to see you then!

Sincerely,

[company name]

I can’t believe it. Going on tour with them will be so fun! I can’t wait! I smile and start preparing for tomorrow. I overhear a passing of a plane outside my open, window the noise burning out the chirping of the birds. A plane. Maybe we get to travel on a plane too? I would imagine we would. How fun that would be…

||Translations (these are rough translations that I got online lol, they may not be 100% accurat):

Aniyo - Yes (informal)

Geogi seo - stay right there

naneun yagsoghanda - I promise

Note: I hope y’all had a blast reading this! Sorry it took forever for this to come out! 😅 I might post again today or on Friday as scheduled! Keep your eyes peeled!

Until then, take care out there ^^

- Lucky🐾||

***Note 2.0: I would also like to say that there is going to be symbolism in this story {including this one and the previous one} so if y’all detectives can guess right by the end, then I’ll be proud ^^ consider this a challenge hehe

**Taglist: @1-800-asuka

I would love to join! :)

-Lucky

if i do a collab will anyone wanna join :0

I fucking hate when people say stuff like this. Especially when it's on a generally good post with valuable information. On the one hand I want to share that information because it could genuinely help someone; on the other, I don't want to spread this type of guilt-tripping and shaming and potentially trigger someone else like me. It's a lose-lose situation. No matter what I do, I am going to feel guilty. No matter what I do, I will feel like a terrible person. It sucks and I just wish people would stop doing this. I know it's shocking, but it is actually possible to make an important and useful post without guilting everyone that sees it into sharing.

Hc Shit whoo! (Ruikasa edition!)

I just randomly thought of this having Last waltz by Twice on loop, but A fairytale AU where Rui and Tsukasa are knights from opposing sides. (Angst is below the break, I accidentally made it angsty-)

They’re supposed to hate each others guts but never can, because they’re too gay for each other.

I imagine they see each other in secret in one of the ballrooms of Rui’s king. It was where they first confessed their love and now they always meet in the ballroom. The ballroom has a piano and Tsukasa always plays for Rui, having learnt how to play the piano as a kid before being forced to be a knight by his king.

The king eventually finds out one night and he orders an execution for the next day. That night, Rui and Tsukasa meet one last time. I would imagine the conversation would be quite heavy. They would share a hug, a kiss and shed a few tears. They would stay in the ballroom until dawn, music heard from outside. “Can we stay in this moment?” Tsukasa asks Rui. “Until the day dawns” Rui responds with a smile. Those would be their last words to each other. Rui got executed that afternoon.

Anyways, Hope ya liked it! Sorry for the sad one this time, I’ll make a much more happier one next time!

-Kaveh