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why did we ever stop writing Like That, like now it’s all “he looked at her with longing” like!!! what happened to “he gazed at her, pain in his eyes, heart twisting with every beat, and felt that if she did not look back he might never truly know happiness again” WHY DO WE WRITE IN NORMAL LENGTH SENTENCES NOW!!! BRING BACK PARAGRAPH LONG SENTENCES! BRING BACK THE UNINTELLIGIBLE!!! MAKE OSCAR WILDE PROUD BITCH!!!!!
anyway make ur writing so complicated and lavish that i have to spend a week working out what one sentence means please xoxo
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I haven’t done a promptis for a while so here u go
Things had been going pretty great for Noctis for a few months. Three and a half, to be exact, but Noctis would never admit that he knew that to anyone except Prompto. Anyone else might tease him for it (especially Gladio), but Prompto was the reason things had been going so well for Noctis. Sure, he still had to spend much of his time being groomed to take over as king and the tensions with Niflheim continued to rise, but Noctis could kind of deal with all that now.
Having a best friend was pretty nice. Having a boyfriend was even better.
Prompto was a great boyfriend. They could still hang out like they used to before they started dating, still talked about the same things and messed around like before. But now Noctis could also hold Prompto’s hand whenever he wanted, or even kiss him. Prompto could cuddle up to him whenever he wanted. It was a series of small changes but it made their relationship feel unique; new but familiar.
It had only kept getting better as well. Prompto had always smiled easy before, but ever since they got together Noctis noticed it even more. It was like Prompto was just as happy with things as he was and that alone made him feel all warm inside.
Gladio had teased them at the beginning for being in the honeymoon phase, joking that they had known each other too long to be doing that all over again. Noctis knew he didn’t really mean it. But it was the truth - for the first month or so, Noctis had been riding high on their new relationship and having a boyfriend. Everything had felt different and it was like exploring something with the safety of knowing it was never going to backfire. Prompto had already made it clear that he wasn’t going anywhere.
That alone meant the world to Noctis.
But while that new and excited feeling had started to settle, it never seemed to fully go away. Prompto still had the same effect on Noctis as he did right at the start - the way he smiled never failed to make Noctis smile along. He still wanted to be around Prompto all the time; missed him greatly whenever he had to travel. In each place he went, no matter how political the intention, he always kept an eye out for a gift to bring back for Prompto.
(Prompto always told him not to worry with all that, but Noctis knew he kept every single one in a box in his room).
Noctis wasn’t sure what it was exactly that he was feeling when it came to Prompto, but he did know that he liked it, so that made it okay. It felt nice in an almost comforting way. Like everything in the world was right every time Prompto laughed.
He still kind of wished he knew what it was, though. He’d never felt like this about anyone else before.
Noctis had tried to ask Ignis about it, but he had been no help. He just gave Noctis a slightly knowing smile and told him to really think hard about what it could be. Like Noctis hadn’t already tried that.
It came to him before he’d fully realised it. There wasn’t any fanfare or lightbulb moment. It was just a regular movie night, curled up on the sofa next to Prompto while they made fun of some old horror movie. Prompto had just looked so comfortable and happy, like there was nowhere else he would rather be than watching a dumb movie with Noctis.
It didn’t even have any chocobos in it, but Prompto was smiling anyway.
And Noctis just said it without even thinking about it. Because it was true, or because he just had to let Prompto know, he wasn’t sure.
“I love you, you know,”
That was what the feeling was. Noctis was in love with Prompto. The realisation didn’t scare him, it just settled in with Noctis’ mind. Like it was obvious - of course he loved Prompto. No wonder Ignis had been so cryptic about it when it was right in front of Noctis’ face.
Prompto was looking at him with wide, slightly glassy eyes, the movie all but forgotten. It kind of ruined the moment when there were really fake and frankly over the top screams in the background, but there was a faint dusting of pink across Prompto’s cheeks and his face was lighting up in such a captivating way that Noctis didn’t care.
“Dude, really?”
“Yeah, of course I do,”
Prompto’s face broke into a smile that Noctis couldn’t stop himself from returning even if he wanted to. He just looked so happy, like Noctis had given him an amazing present. All he did was tell the truth.
He did love Prompto.
But Prompto just settled himself against Noctis again, curled up close to him and humming contentedly. Noctis just cuddled up back to him again.
“I love you too, Noct,”
Oh. Now he understood why Prompto looked like that. There was never going to be anything better than hearing Prompto say that. He would never be able to get over it.
Things were going pretty great for Noctis. They were just getting better. He was in love.
So you told us about the kirikami proposal. But we never heard anything about the wedding. This boys must plan something... unique, great, grandious! (PS: If you could throw some katsudeku in there I would be forever in your debt pls do it for the kids)
HERE WE GO KIDS THAT’S RIGHT I’M BACK ON MY KIRIKAMI SHIT please forgive my dumb European (if we can even still count as European) ass for making this so western but even our weddings confuse me, I’ve been to like...two
Okay so similar case to the proposal - Kaminari wants something out there and memorable, Kirishima’s more won over by the classics
They end up with about 10 different ideas because they’ll settle on something, see something else completely different and then start on that
Planning a winter wedding so you can married in the snow is great until you see a park in summer with all the flowers and suddenly you want to do that instead
So it takes them forever to actually get married for solely this reason. That’s it - nothing else, they’d marry each other tomorrow if they could actually decide how to go about it
Eloping to Las Vegas does get discussed - Mina is SO on board, Bakugou isn’t because its fucking tacky
He concedes that they can still visit Vegas, just don’t get married there its really not what either of you want how am I the only fucking person who gets this
(He swore he couldn’t get roped into this but here he is)
IN THE END they settle on something in the middle - they’ll have a really cool and modern venue, but throw in some good classics
Also a rooftop as to be involved, Kaminari won’t budge on this and it seems like a fairly harmless request so sure
Y’know the works: colour coded roses, super slow and sentimental first dance, some nice suits, write their own vows
Kaminari has this in the bag but still sends Kirishima out with a list of things to look for because he doesn’t want them to clash
(Bakugou HAS to help Kirishima with that because he’s still a fashion disaster)
Something similar to this would definitely occur:“But black’s for funerals, right?”“Then go with the navy one, for fuck’s sake,”“Wow man, when you get married you’re gonna just breeze through it now!”“Don’t you fucking start,”
They realise writing vows sounds romantic until you have to actually do it and then its very stressful
Mina takes it upon herself to get ordained for the occasion, which Kaminari and Kirishima both think is kind of sweet but also mildly terrifying
She knows too much about them
Sero would be Kaminari’s best man and take it Very Seriously, Bakugou is Kirishima’s and takes it Very Seriously with a side of Pretending He Doesn’t
Jirou has a very important role of stopping Kaminari from short-circuiting every time someone says the word ‘husband’
It takes up more of her time than she’d like to admit
They both kind of have their careers established under their existing names so I imagine they agree to keep their surnames
Not that it’ll stop them from being gross all the time and switching them around anyway
Also a good note: they both cry the ENTIRE ceremony. Bakugou almost starts out of (what he claims is*) sheer frustration because he spent so much time helping them with vows that they can’t even fucking get out
*Izuku doesn’t buy that for a second but he won’t comment, he’d always suspected Kacchan would cry at weddings
Also I completely didn’t mention but they probably have like...an afternoon ceremony so the reception’s all in the evening/night
Everyone thinks its just a nice, sweet little ceremony with friends and family
Until FIREWORKS
Kaminari was serious about wanting to make an impression, he got a whole display sorted
(Sero did a lot of it too because Kaminari kept literally blowing fuses when someone mentioned he was getting married)
Also he was still a little bitter that Kirishima got to the proposal first so now he feels better
It’s very pretty
They’re both dumb and in love they could have gotten married in a car park and been happy because they’re married!!! now!!!
All that effort and it turned out they could have done literally anything, oh well
They can have a good laugh about how much time they wasted messing around with venues and seasons and themes
(But the actual nice stuff and good food was nice too)
Also as a note: throwing the bouquet doesn’t really count if you just pick up a flower-based centrepiece and chuck it right at your best man’s boyfriend KNOWING he will 100% catch it
But no one will tell Kirishima that
Or Izuku for that matter because he just looks so damn happy about it
Anyway its a very lovely day and everyone is contractually obligated to take a thousand pictures of it
So I haven’t gone on a rant about this for a while, but I’m going to now. It might seem like it is out of nowhere, but a post set me off.
This is about the idea of the Mary Sue. This is something that has been thrown at Rey a lot. And I especially see it come up when discussing Reylo, because one of the hallmarks of the Mary Sue is the idea of self-insert wish-fulfillment. But it doesn’t just apply to that. It applies to all fanfic and all characters.
So I’ve been writing fanfic for over twenty years now. I remember being absolutely wrecked because some asshole decided to make fun of my fanfic with what they felt was a Mary Sue in it. And not just “left a bad review”. Full-out MSTing. I was all of thirteen at the time (so whoever did that… Fuck you very much for making a pubescent girl cry)
So I grew up, I did more writing. I did a lot more writing. Eventually, I ended up working in comics and I came out with a Star Trek parody comic
So I am VERY familiar with what a Mary Sue is. The thing is… I don’t think most people know what a Mary Sue is.
Mary Sue is a fucking joke that has been taken way too far, been taken way too seriously. Paula Smith– who originated the term– wrote a silly fanfic parodying this idea of the perky little lieutenant who shows up on the Enterprise and has everyone fall in love with her and dies tragically, because it was something she’d seen turn up in zines (because back then, it was zines).
This has been blown up into what is essentially a fandom witchhunt. People are afraid to write original characters– specifically female ones– because they don’t want to be seen as writing a self-insert character that is just there for their own wish fulfillment. But I have a question… What’s wrong with a self-insert character?
Have you looked and books and movies? There are wish fulfillment characters everywhere. I know most people don’t want to watch Woody Allen movies anymore, but basically every Woody Allen protagonist is Woody fucking Allen, to the point when he was young enough, he usually played the character himself. Stephen King wrote about a writer struggling with addiction in the Shining because he was dealing with his own addictions. Look at how much fiction is centred around writers. Or movies that are about the movie industry. There’s that old adage of “Write what you know”. That often translates to “I’m gonna write myself as the hero of this story”.
It doesn’t just apply to characters that people make up. Have you ever wondered about why a character who has been dead for decades in comics gets suddenly brought back and put in the forefront? Odds are, the person writing the comic was a huge fan of that character and was desperate to write about them.
But none of these characters get called Mary Sues. Mary Sue is limited to fanfic works, until very recently. But now, canonical characters have been called Mary Sues. Rey was called a Mary Sue, to the point of Honest Trailers calling her Ma-Rey Sue in their Starring credits. Look at the canon characters that are called Mary Sues these days. They’re mostly women (and don’t bring up “Male characters are called Gary Sues… No one ever uses that term)
Mary Sue is sexist.
Mary Sue is a scare tactic to try to keep female writers in line. Men don’t worry about writing Mary Sues. They’ve been doing it since forever. But woman are punished for writing about their own desires and exploring things they find interesting.
Do I have a problem with a female writer who identifies with Rey and is attracted to Kylo Ren/Adam Driver writing Reylo fanfic? Fuck no. And no one else should either. It doesn’t hurt anyone for someone to experience wish fulfillment through a fanfic.
But what about original characters? What fucking problem is there with them? Really, seriously… What the problem? Oh, you came to a story to read about the canon characters. Well, what if something needs to happen in the story that the original characters aren’t equipped to do? There is no one who fills that particular role. This is especially glaring when it comes to female original characters, because… There’s a lot of fandoms where there is a dearth of female characters. What if I wanted to write about a female character in Supernatural who is a contemporary of Dean and Sam? Well, I’d be shit out of luck, because all of them have been killed off. Hell, I’ve written an original female character into my recent Star Wars fanfic, because I wanted Hera and Kanan to have a child. That’s a role no one has filled yet. Is her relationship with Poe wish fulfillment? Probably. Oscar Isaac is hot as fuck. But you know what? I don’t give a shit. Because I’ve worked hard to make a character that I think fits the narrative and is integrated with the characters that have already been established.
What makes the character of Mary Sue intolerable is not a female character– canon or original– that is providing wish fulfillment for the writer. It is bad writing. You know how I said at the start someone made fun of me for writing a Mary Sue? I did write a Mary Sue. Because I was thirteen fucking years old.
I know what you might be thinking… If I have such strong feelings against the concept of Mary Sue, why did I write three whole comic books about the topic?
It was a deconstruction of the idea of the Mary Sue. Book one was a straight up parody, addressing the common tropes and cliches of the character. Book two shows the panic and need to destroy the character. And book three is where we see what the truth of the character is. She becomes a real character, not a hollow shell of fantasy wish fulfillment.
Mary Sue is not something that should be condemned. Mary Sue is a learning tool that young writers use to hone their craft. Applying it to wish fulfillment is denying women the chance to express themselves through their writing. I don’t care if a writer writes a Rey POV Reylo story because she wants to get off with Adam Driver. As long as it’s a good story, it doesn’t matter if the writer over identifies with Rey. Original characters should be allowed to exist. I may backclick on a story if the character doesn’t fit naturally into the narrative, but that is a personal choice on my part. It has nothing to do with condemning the writer for their desires. It’s just about me wanting to read stories where all of the charaters– originals included– fit into the narrative rules set forth by the universe.
Using the term Mary Sue as a slur and a scare tactic discourages inexperienced writers from exploring. Will some of them make mistakes and write things we don’t want to read? Yes. But writers don’t get better by being made fun of. They get better through practice. Practice in fanfic means writing fanfic.
EDIT TO ADD: As a smart commenter added, condemning writers for wish fulfillment characters is against the principle of fanfic. Fanfic is a place where writers can write WHATEVER THEY WANT. They share it with people out of a want to entertain for free. It is a brave action to put yourself out there like that. If you don’t like the content they’re providing, go to another story. You’ll probably find out that suits you. But fanfic should primarily be entertaining for the writers to write.
im too shy to tell you to write me a thing but I'd like to hear your kirikami proposal headcanons if you have any?
Honestly don’t be shy you can just show up like “oi Em write this” and I’ll get it done! BUT as for this they may seem a little jumbled but that’s because I go very back and forth between what I prefer so I kind of merged everything
So they probably get the idea to propose at the same time and are hellbent on in
But they also don’t talk to each other about it because they don’t want to give the game away, it’s gotta be a surprise
Mina and Sero are pretty patient about the whole thing, they even find it kind of funny to watch them try to dance around each other when they’re both trying to do the same thing
Bakugo is so fucking sick of hearing about dumb proposal ideas and has learned a very vital lesson in what happens when you let your friends get together
That said he actually gives some pretty solid advice
Friends don’t let friends go to their potential proposal dressed like that (I love Kirishima dearly but he is a fashion disaster)
Kaminari wants to do something ~cool~ and ~unique~ like propose while deep sea diving or some shit
Kirishima believes the romantic tropes are there for a reason, its because they’re romantic (duh)
Kaminari is actually the first to ATTEMPT to propose but at the last minute the weight of it all hits him and he ends up backing out
They alternate between doing this several times, leading to a series of increasingly over the top dates where one of them loses their nerve and doesn’t follow through
Proposing is very hard and they both learn this
But one of them has to do it before Bakugo kills them so they get in a habit of just carrying the rings everywhere JUST IN CASE
In the end its pretty chill, they’re just milling about at home in their pjs or something
And they’re just content, you know? Like they’ve had a nice day, they’re gonna have a quiet evening in, maybe order some take out and watch trashy netflix shows
(nothing screams romance like Nailed It)
And they’re on the sofa watching TV and Kaminari is just sprawled all over Kirishima bc what’s the point in having such a stacked boyfriend if you can’t use him as a glorified mattress
And Kirishima just looks at him and is hit with this feeling of like...yeah...I wanna keep on doing this forever
So even though he’s made like, 5 speeches for this exact reason in his head he just kind of blurts it out
“Marry me,”
“What.
“Uh, shit,”
Something like that
Kaminari obviously says yes and is mostly happy because they’re engaged but a part of him is FUMING that Kirishima got there first
Like he had so many awesome opportunities for this and Kirishima stealth proposed on a quiet night in what a power move
Eventually they come clean about all their previous attempts and its the most hilarious thing either of them have ever heard
They don’t tell anyone until the next day because they just want to have that evening to themselves
Everyone else: some form of “congratulations guys!”
Bakugo: don’t even think of asking me to help plan the wedding I’m out
do you have any other ships for BNHA? if not, some cute kirikami fluff maybe? or an au of your choice
Generally I’m open to a lot of ideas - if you send me a ship I cannot do I’ll let you know! I know that sounds like a cop-out and it kind of is because I’m far too lazy to list every single pairing I’m willing to write for here haha, sorry! Anyway here have some fluff and one of my old favourite tropes - “oh no my new neighbour is really hot” ft. Kirishima is my best boy why do I never write from his perspective
Denki wasn’t heartbroken to see the couple who lived downstairs go. They’d been on the rocks for months now and always seemed to choose ass o’clock in the morning to argue with each other. He had actually gotten used to sleeping with people screaming at each other as background noise somewhere along the way.
So yeah, he had never really spoken to them and he was looking forward to some peace.
Except someone new was moving in.
He had been watching the moving lorry from outside his window for a while, trying to get an idea of what the new person was like without being outright nosy. It had been a pretty useless exercise, since everything was in boxes and Denki was just slightly too high up to read what was on them. But it seemed to be just the one, so that was good. No more couple arguments (he hoped).
He also couldn’t quite figure out which of the guys he saw moving boxes into the building was his new neighbour. At this rate, he was just going to have to bite the bullet and go check it out for himself. Not like he had any other plans for the day - it was his day off and far too hot to do much more than sit inside and thank god for air conditioning.
Besides, Denki always tried to be nice - he had made an effort to introduce himself to the other couple but they were kind of weird and just stared at him until he left. Nothing could be more awkward than that, so there was no harm in saying hi.
Once the movers were gone, obviously. Getting in the way wasn’t going to make the best first impression and Denki liked to actually be friends with people.
So a few hours later he had managed to peel himself away long enough to have a shower and make himself as presentable as he planned on being on a lazy day. A part of him wondered if he should get something to give the new guy, but that meant outside and outside was still far too hot than it had any right to be.
So he jogged downstairs, having actually grabbed his wallet on the way out since he remembered he did actually have to go outside and get things like food. Preferably food that didn’t require much oven use. It was a pretty solid plan for the afternoon; say hello, brave the outside for as little time as possible and retreat back to where there was air con.
The door to the apartment downstairs was being held open by some boxes, so Denki took a quick look at what he could see while he knocked on the door. The layout was pretty much the same as his own, except there were still boxes everywhere. Some stuff was out - mostly furniture too big to be packed up, including a punching bag in the corner. Huh.
It only took a few seconds for the mystery neighbour to emerge from what Denki guessed from his own apartment was the bedroom. He was probably a bit taller than Denki, with red hair tied back in a small ponytail and...no shirt on. Black shorts, yes, but no shirt. Which made sense - the guy had just moved his stuff in and it was a super hot day and if Denki looked like that he probably wouldn’t wear a lot of shirts too.
Because damn, the guy was ripped. He looked like he could bench press Denki easily.
From that alone, he almost made a snap decision. Work out stuff, very buff, no shirt - he was one of those guys, who lived in the gym and made sexist jokes and always had to say ‘no homo’. He almost made it, except the guy offered Denki the most genuine looking smile he’d ever seen and despite his sharp teeth, he looked friendly.
His new neighbour quickly hurried to the door and offered his hand, still smiling and using his other hand to push some of his hair out of his face.
“Sorry! Didn’t hear at first, got too caught up,” Denki was kind of in awe because holy shit, this guy was gorgeous. He shook himself into taking the outstretched hand and shaking it just in time to not look like a total weirdo. He offered a smile in return and hoped it didn’t look weird because he was trying really hard not to outright stare at this guy’s chest and arms. Fuck, he had big arms.
“No problem! I, uh, I just wanted to say hi! I’m Denki, I uh, I live upstairs,” Great. Real smooth. Stammering like he forgot where he lived. All because this guy had such kind eyes that Denki actually felt guilty for even making an assumption about him.
“Wow, thanks, man! Nice to know someone new already,” And he started laughing and Denki thought he might actually turn into a puddle of goo. “I’m Eijirou, I just moved from across town,”
Cool, now when Denki told his friends he could at least say he knew the guy’s name. He could go on about how Eijirou who lives downstairs has really big arms that Denki was already kind of fixated on and sharp teeth but that only make Denki kind of curious.
“Oh, cool! Well, uh, yeah, if you ever need anything, I’m just upstairs! Number 6!” He was stammering again and sure he was going as red as Eijirou’s hair and as much as he wanted to stay here and talk more and learn everything about him, Denki still had stuff to get and would probably just embarrass himself.
It wasn’t his fault; he hadn’t expected the new guy to be this hot. At least he was still smiling like Denki wasn’t making an idiot of himself.
“Same goes, dude. Whatever you need, you know where I am now,” Eijirou was laughing again and he barely knew Denki but he was already offering to be there if he needed something and Denki felt slightly enamoured already. He managed a laugh of his own, caught up in the energy Eijirou had around him. He just seemed like someone Denki could trust, which was a dumb thing to think of a guy he just met but still. Denki wasn’t known for his intelligence, but he was known for going with his gut.
His gut did something weird whenever Eijirou smiled or did crossed his arms across his chest.
“Cool, well, uh, I’ve got to head out, but nice to meet you!”
“You too, man, don’t burn out there!” He was so fucking nice, Denki kind of just wanted to grab his face and shout it at him.
He nodded as he turned to go, but felt a final fit of bravery take over him before Eijirou could go out of earshot. He decided to ride it before he could let it pass and regret potentially missing his chance.
“Hey, do you want to go grab some drinks later? I know a really great bar not far from here,” Maybe this was where Eijirou proved his first impression right, and Denki could be crushed that he had no chance with his hot new neighbour.
Even though it was probably too soon and kind of risky to be thinking about having a chance with a guy who lived downstairs.
But Eijirou just gave another winning smile, face lighting up like Denki had offered him money or something.
“Sure, sounds great! I promise to actually be dressed this time,” He laughed, giving Denki a small wave before heading back into his apartment.
Denki didn’t dare voice it, but as he walked down the street he thought that maybe he was disappointed that Eijirou would be wearing a shirt later.