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nikrangdan · 4 years ago

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lovestruck!enhypen x reader

pairing: lovestruck!enhypen x reader

genre: FLUFF fluff Fluff

description: how enhypen would be if they became lovestruck by the reader ☹️☹️ this is such an adorable request!!!! itll vary for each member ur relationships so you’ll either be strangers or already dating etc.

a/n: idk if all of them are lovestruck exactly bc i just got carried away with the fluff for some of them and idky maknae line revolves around sleeping BUT IDC sleepy!enhypen is the best 😁

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HEESEUNG

u worked at a pretty popular clothing store

and well well well heeseung had shown up dressed very much your style so u were like

Wow who is this guy....

he was alone just looking around

and there were like 10 other people in the store but u wanted to talk to him so bad so u went up like

“hi, welcome! are u finding everything okay?”

he was looking through a rack of shirts and turned around when he heard u but WOW

when this man turned around he looked even better in person u couldnt believe it 😫

BUT IT SEEMS HE FELT THE SAME BC U SWEAR HE BECAME SO FLUSTERED WHEN HE TURNED AROUND

his eyes got so wide u almost laughed it was so cute ☹️

he stuttered and was like “oh um im okay”

Aw man

but u said “okay then! let me know if you need any help finding anything or if u wanna use a dressing room!” and u sent him ur nicest smile u could give

his eyes were still kinda wide open and u gave him one last look before turning around😢😢

BUT THEN HE SAID SOMETHING

“w-wait! actually.. um....uh.. do u.. do u guys have sweatpants..?”

u giggled to urself on the inside bc u knew he just made that up on the spot

“we do! here, follow me”

while u were showing him the clothes u guys had exchanged names and had some small talk

and that was the start of something very Beautiful

and since then he has been coming almost everyday to visit u at work 🤗🤗

JAY

jay swore he found new things about u to love every single day

and today wasnt an exception!!!!

u knew jay had been really tired and just worn out from work recently so u had decided to make him his favorite meal for dinner

a nice little surprise for when he got home ❤️

and also the anime he was watching ready on the tv for u two to watch together :(

u had literally been preparing all day and u even decided to go out and buy dessert too

AWESOMEST PERSON EVER U ARE!

it was 8pm already and jay should be getting home now

u set the table all neatly and put on one of his sweaters

AND WOULD U LOOK AT THAT HE GOT HOME AS SOON AS U WERE DONE

Fate 🔥🔥

romantic stuff like this wasnt really ur forte so this was out of the normal for u

but u wanted to do something for jay because he did stuff like this for u alot

the table isnt in view when u walk into the apartment so he wasnt able to see his dinner yet

“hi” you smile brightly and go up to hug him and give him a little kiss

he had his bad slung over one of his shoulders and he was taking his shoes off in the doorway after he closed it

“hey.. it smells pretty good in here” he gave you a tired smile while one of his arms was wrapped around your waist

“really? it smells normal to me” you giggled before walking to the kitchen area together

he stopped and looked at u with LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES when he saw the table

jay: ❤️_❤️

“y/n..”

“surprise!!! you know im not good with words but i wanted to show you that i can cook” you laugh “and that i love you very much and im so proud of you”

jay doesnt say anything but instead drops his bag on the couch and gives u the Biggest Hug Ever

ur face is practically smushed in his chest and his hand is resting lovingly on ur hair :(((

he loves u so much im so sad

JAKE

“layla!!! layla where are you?” jake was yelling quite loudly in the massive park he was in the middle of

yeah jake lost layla.. uh oh

quite a coincidence you found the cutest dog you’d ever laid eyes on

and she seemed to love u very much

the dog had made u topple over and now she was excitedly playing with you while you were sat on the ground laughing to your hearts content

after a minute of playing you had got up because you knew she was somebodys lost dog and her owner was probably looking all over the park for her

“okay.. lets go find your owner before they have a heart attack” you giggle

just as you said that though, you heard a boys voice yell “LAYLA!!!!”

the dog next to you looked in his direction, tail wagging and tongue out, but she didnt move an inch from her spot next to you

it made me you laugh out loud

as you were watching the boy run up to you, you noticed how cute he actually was

Omg..... ur heart started beating a little faster

“hi..” the boy hunched over with his hands on his knees breathing very heavily “you have my dog”

“uh yeah” you laugh “sorry about that, she ran over to me a couple minutes ago and i was just about to go find her owner”

“its okay, thank you..” he trailed off to find out your name and finally looked up to meet your eyes

“y/n” you told him

“y/n” he repeated with a small grin on his face “im jake”

“hi jake” you lightheartedly give him your hand to shake and he chuckles before taking the offer

“and it was nice meeting you layla” you crouch down to meet her level and she licks your face making you fall on your butt

you laugh and jakes quick to help you up

“layla! thats not very nice” he jokingly scolds her and pets her head

after u got up u bid goodbye to the two before jake invited u to continue walking around the park AND HE EVEN BOUGHT U AN ICE CREAM

Is This A Date, Jake? 😫😫❤️❤️❤️❤️😳😛😛

SUNGHOON

“you should be more careful” you scold the boy sitting with you standing between his legs

sunghoon had apparently gotten elbowed in the face by his friend and scratched by his friends cat on accident????

“it wasn’t my fault! he turned around and i just happened to be in the way. and i didnt even do anything to the cat!” he whined

“i didnt say it was your fault. i said to be more careful.” you tried to sound stern

u knew ur logic was making no sense but u just thought it was so fun to mess with him

he let out a sigh and gave up, slouching over again

you were stood between his legs, wiping the blood away and applying ointment

“im just kidding, you’re so cute” one of your free hands comes up to rub his hair

a small grin pops up on his face and his arms come to rest on your waist

he looks up at you while you focus on tending to his wounds

and u guessed it WITH LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES

❤️_❤️

“you know y/n” he begins

you hum in response, letting him know you’re listening

“im gonna marry you one day”

you freeze in your place

it took you a minute to collect yourself because you felt like your heart almost leaped out of your chest

“who says?” you joke

he leans up to give you a quick kiss on the lips before sitting back down

“me.”

SUNOO

you noticed sunoo had been really tired lately and u just wanted to make him feel better :((

the boys were going out and invited you two obviously but you could tell sunoo was iffy about going

“uhh..” you trail off and look over at sunoo who was laying on the couch

“you know what guys? i think me and sunoo are gonna stay home today.. you guys have fun though!” you bid goodbye to the other boys and they all understood and left

you dont even know if sunoo knew they had left already because when you walked over to him his tired eyes were glued on the tv

“hey” you leaned against the couch and looked down at him

“y/n? are we going soon?” his eyes move to the top of his head to look up at you

you start laughing and he literally goes 🤨???

“silly, they already left! so what do you wanna do?” you plop down next to him and he was in the process of sitting up

“what? when did they leave...” his mouth drops open

“like 2 minutes ago” you giggle, leaning back to rest your head

sunoo had sat still, pondering for a moment

“why did they leave us?” he turned to look at you

your eyes met his “well i figured you didnt wanna go... you didnt, right?”

he slowly shakes his head “how did you know?”

you give him a sneaky smile and jokingly push his arm “because i know you so well”

he laughs at this and leans his head on your shoulder

“wow y/n.. im impressed” he grins, snuggling into your arm

your other arm crosses over to pat him on the head, leaning your head to rest on top of his

“but thank you y/n..” his eyes slowly close to rest “im thankful for all the little things you notice about me”

u literally go 🥺

your hand goes down to squeeze his and he falls asleep peacefully on ur shoulder ☹️☹️☹️❤️

JUNGWON

“y/n..what is that” jungwons eyes can barely open as he tries to comprehend whats going on while hes waking up

you haphazardly tap around the bedside table trying to turn off the new alarm you set last night

and that new alarm was jungwon singing 🤗

“its you, dummy” your eyes were still closed but you turned to face jungwon and snuggled closer to him

“wha- where did you even get that???” he was almost fully awake now, staring down at your half asleep figure

you yawned before answering in your i-just-woke-up-and-i-should-probably-drink-some-water voice “remember when you sang me to sleep last week? yeah i was secretly recording you. no biggie” you pat his chest twice and leave your hand there, content with life at the moment Lol

“y/nnnn” he whines “change ittt i dont like it”

“you’re kidding.” you deadpan, shocked he would say such a thing!!! “jungwon you sound like an angel threw up on a field of flowers full of puppies and kittens! okay thats kinda weird maybe not that”

jungwon giggles a little and sits up so he can sit against the headboard while your head rests on his lap

“you like my singing that much?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he asks you

you finally pop one eye open to look up at him, a goofy grin in your face

“i love your singing”

his hands run through your hair and you let out a sigh at the feeling

jungwon doesnt say anything

all he does is admire you

you can feel his eyes on you so you open your eyes again (both this time🙏🏼) and meet his eyes

“i can feel you staring straight into the depths of my soul, jungwon”

he laughs at this, bring his other hand up to pinch your cheek

“i’ll sing for you whenever you want me to y/n”

NI-KI

“shut up sunghoon, hes sleeping” you whisper-scolded the boy

ni-ki was currently asleep on you

literally SPRAWLED all over your body and you were basically mummified

by nishimura riki

his legs were tangled in yours, his head shoved into your neck, and his arms were bent around you in ways you didnt know were humanly possible

“you literally have an alien taking a nap on you y/n” sunghoon deadpans before walking out the room

“when you’re asleep sunghoon i will send you into a spacecraft for the rest of your life so you can go see aliens for yourself”

“wowww im so scared y/n” the boy remarks and shuts the door

you half laugh and half scoff before turning your attention back to the ipad screen sitting on the bed infront of you

well

kind of infront of you because ni-ki’s acrobatic position was basically blocking the view

you were having a decent time watching the show playing, definitely not the most comfortable person on the planet at the moment

until you felt the body on top of you.. rumble?

you knew that feeling

ni-ki was laughing

HOW and WHY the hell was he laughing ?!!?!!?!

“what the hell?” you look down at him and his face is shoved near your shoulder but you caught a glimpse of his big smile

his laughter gets louder and you still dont have answers yet

“why are you laughing???? i thought you were sleeping?????” you try to push him off you but he was persistent in laughing in your shoulder (??)

after a couple minutes of you just letting this happen

ni-ki finally speaks!

“you’re so funny y/n” he finally pulls away from you and wipes his tears

“what are you even talking about... and how long were you awake, you sneaky kid” you poke his chest

he leans down again to hug your waist and start cuddling you again

“10 minutes”

“so you’re telling me i could’ve freed myself from that god awful demon EMBRACE you had me in 10 minutes ago???!!”

ni-ki starts laughing again and looks up at you

“thank you for threatening to send sunghoon to aliens for me y/n” he grins

you laugh, finally understanding what the boy had been going on about

“sunghoon deserved it”

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cicaklah · 4 years ago

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So... like this lust ask: https://cicaklah.tumblr.com/post/650900314235502592/for-the-lust-dlc-itll-be-berlin-like-where-the

Maybe 47 is trippin' out and everyone looks like Diana but he has to find the real one?

She's called him single minded before...but even in her wildest dreams she couldn't have imagined this.

He's so good at spiking drinks that it is embarrassing that it has happened to him, but that's the only explanation. Its some mix of a hallucinogen and maybe modafinil, or something similar. He feels awake and alert, like he's had a good night's sleep, a deep tissue massage and a really good cup of coffee all at once, but at the same time, nothing is right.

He double takes when Diana comes round the corner, on the arm of...herself. She's laughing, and the other Diana looks smug and pleased with herself, proud for making herself laugh.

He closes his eyes and focuses. It's not real. He hasn't been sleeping well recently, he's been drugged, it isn't real.

He braces himself and goes to rejoin the party. The mark is in there, and he's got orders. He's a professional. He can work this out.

His brain has at least been helpful, there are multiple incarnations of Diana. It's cast the support staff with how he remembers her from when they first met, young and flirtatious. He takes a drink from one of them and tries not to stare, to analyse the hallucinations, see how good they are. He never really gets a good look at her, so there's only a few points of reference for her face and body.

Now the shock has worn off, its almost fun seeing how his brain is categorising the people at the party and assigning them shades of her. There's glamorous Dianas and their besuited partners, bodyguards and auctioneers, old Dianas and ingenue Dianas younger than he ever knew her, older than she's ever been, even a few children with red hair and cool, calculating stares.

He feels the water underfoot first, and then realises what's happening. Of course his mind would cast that Diana as the mark. The time she was a mark.

The target is standing surrounded by his bodyguards, but he's hard to miss, beautiful and stark naked, water streaming down her body in the middle of a charity auction, glowering at everyone.

His gun is in his pocket, but he chooses to drop poison in the target's drink and then leave quickly before the kill is confirmed. He can't see it happen again, not like that.

He's half way out of the door before the real Diana announces "Target down", and then pauses. "Are you alright, agent?"

"No." He says. "I've been poisoned. I'm hallucinating. I don't know what's real. I need medical assistance."

He hears frantic typing. "A car is coming to bring you to a safe house and a doctor is on the way. Hold on, 47."

He doesn't bother to look at the driver of the car. They confirm the code number, and then its a quick trip to drop him round the back of an office block. The driver, cap pulled low over Diana's brow, helps him into the office, and then there's a Diana in a white coat, moving efficiently, helping him out of his jacket and rolling up his sleeves to take some blood. The door goes and another Diana walks in, followed by two more Dianas who check the perimeter and take his guns to be cleaned and analysed for contact poisons.

"Just rest, agent", the doctor says, popping the vial of blood into the machine and pressing a few buttons. "I'll give you something if you can't sleep, but I want to see if your body will clear it first. Just lie down," and so 47 does, lies down and lets it all wash over him.

He doesn't know how long he sleeps, but when he wakes up its dark and cool. The office is empty, the doctor and ICA guards elsewhere.

"How are you feeling?" Diana asks, and he jumps at her voice. "You gave us a shock there. The results said you were dosed with something nasty, that your brain was almost dangerously overheated. You fought it off though. Should be back to normal."

She touches his hand. "I'm sure what you saw was very frightening. The doctor says the compound makes you hallucinate the person you feel most strongly about. I can't imagine how terrifying that must have been."

Her hand is warm, and he knows, deep in his heart, that this is the real thing. Even if it isn't, he's content, in the moment, to pretend.

#hitman #hitman ficlets with gloves #look I do get to these eventually #thank you for your patience #also writing ficlets based on my own anon shitposts #true narcisissm

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skeetlehand · 4 years ago

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Care to share the old angsty crack idea 🥺👉👈

yes i would like to!!! since im probably not going to do anything much with it ever, i might as well post it, right? i mean… it’ll still be in my mind…. And if anyone wants the sketches for it, I’ll post them too!! i guess

So okay, I came up with this pre-festival, so a lot of it was originally centered around the festival. I planned it to start and end there, with the festival. But yknow…. november 16th….. so i revamped it. why? have no clue lol

So initially (pre-november 16th), the idea followed Wilbur’s outburst about their own villainy and his plans to blow up manberg. Tommy does not agree with Wilbur’s plan to blow up L’Manberg, and after a while, instead chooses to actively thwart his plans by digging up/obstructing the tnt from under L’Manberg to prevent it from being blown up - after seeing that he was failing to convince Wilbur of anything at all. So he starts digging and digging and digging and-

THE ANGSTY BIT however, is the prosthetic part. I was just lying down at 2am, minding me own buisness, and then my brain goes: hey. hey you know what’d be awful.

me (sighing): what

my brain: what if the explosion has more... consequences. yknow. ;)

me:

me: …. what is wrong with you

I wrote more for this au! I didn’t want to completely spam this ask so I put the rest of the story under the cut. However, I didn’t put any of the dialogue/written out parts in since they are pretty long too.

… warning, it is pretty long. very long in fact. i assure you, my qschlatt au’s google note doc is far longer though…. is that a good thing or a bad thing? have no clue. itll probably only get longer haha

ARC 1

Before & Up to the Festival

Part One (Pre Festival)

Wilbur goes off on a tangent about how they are the villains and stuff, and how nobody is on their side, not even tubbo. Tommy tries to talk him down, is left feeling unsettled.

Tubbo tells both Wilbur and Tommy about the festival. This sparks something in Wilbur, an idea. He calls for Dream’s help to get the TNT for his plan, but doesn’t take tommy with him - which sets up a later scene where wilbur reveals the TNT under manberg and Tommy panics.

Tommy and Tubbo meet up. Tubbo says Schlatt’s given him control over the festival and is in charge of the decour/speech. Tommy expresses wishes to help him with it, but they both know he can’t help with the decorations or the like without problems, and instead talk about stuff. Tubbo asks Tommy to be at the festival, at least from a distance, to see what Tubbo does. They will have a small disagreement later, though.

Part Two (a short while after part one) (Pre Festival)

Wilbur declares that he’s finally laid out all the tnt and is planning to blow it up, which makes Tommy panic. He goes to talk to tubbo, and tubbo is upset because of how much effort is going into his festival, and tells him “you have to stop him Tommy” - so Tommy tries to talk Wilbur out of it. Doesn’t work, Wilbur leaves him (“you just don’t understand!”)

Wilbur’s eyes shone with some sort of innocent, childlike joy, a glee that came from some sort of accomplishment. “It’s all been laid out.” A chill runs down Tommy’s spine. He has a feeling he knows where this was going. “What’s been laid out?” Wilbur rubbed his hands together. Hands that were thoroughly caked in layers of gravel and dirt, ingrained under the nails and (word) into his worn out gloves. “The TNT, Tommy! It’s all set to blow!”

Tommy is alone in the base, with Technoblade. At first he comes to him for support and tries to talk to Techno, who asks him “why are you trying to stop this? Aren’t you and Wilbur trying to overthrow Schlatt? Isn’t this what you guys are trying to do?” - confused. Tommy stops asking him about these things, and leaves him to his. In the end, realizes after the festival that trusting him to “do the right thing” was never going to work out after all :)

Tubbo and Tommy meet up several times to talk about the festival, and kind of just relax on the bench. They talk about the festival a little, but reminsce a lot. Tommy offers some suggestions for the festival too!! It’s a little bittersweet.

However, as Tommy discovers Wilbur’s plan and struggles to find any way to prevent it from happening - he pleads for Tubbo to stay away from the festival, no matter what. They fight a bit over it, since tommy isn’t able to explain anything fully and just keeps on going, and they misunderstand eachother a but.

Note that Tubbo gets to plan this festival in the au- it was his idea and Schlatt just approved it. He writes the speech himself and sets it all up. And maybe he has a little resentment that Wilbur constantly refuses to let him into Pogtopia and that they didn’t take him with them, and that he's always out of loop nowadays. But only a little. I wrote a short dialogue line for their fight at some point (You always do this! When will what I do matter to you? Why am I always on the sidelines? Aren’t I your right hand man!?) but i didn’t write anything else for that scene lol

Tubbo leaves him on the bench afterwards, the tensions grows.

Part Three (the diggening)

As Tommy begins to look for the TNT, all ways to persuade Wilbur to stop failed no matter what method - using logic, trying to appeal to the old days, begging for the lives of his friends and the land they live on - nothing works.

So Tommy starts digging, looking for the TNT, desperate to stem the damage caused by it. Can’t find it. Stress builds.

Several Events Happen: I wrote lots of dialogue for this!!!! Maybe one day you’ll get to read them...

Quackity finds him digging, digging outside the walls. Digging very, very close to the borders. He sighed. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d find Tommy here.

Schlatt finds Tommy on the outskirts, in the tunnel out the border. Confronts him and reveals the tnt holes unintentionally. Tommy bolts off, leaving Schlatt behind, confused about the whole ordeal.

Other POVS I haven’t considered yet.

Part Three Point Five: (the short bits + end of Arc 1)

“When you’re alone, the silence sounds loud.” Tommy spends all day digging and grinding up/soaking the TNT in water to make it unusable, routinely disconnecting redstone trails.

He sleeps less and less, worried he won’t make it in time before wilbur hits the kill switch. (also respawns have different rules in this au! respawns only heal direct damage & your last respawn sets what your “standard look” is. You lose a limb but die from explosives? Too bad, that’s not growing back. Even if you cut the remains off and die from it.so if you're like... sick or something... or youve broken a bone, etc, it barely heals it enough, more magic dedicated to getting rid of all the damage from the og cause of death)

Tommy also starts to think, in the silence. With nobody to talk to, and needing to watch out for the faint groaning of mobs nearby has left him mandatorily silent. During this time, he starts to wonder if standing by wilbur was even worth it. Of course, at this time, he shakes off these thoughts, and instead worries about the festival, and tubbo, and all of his friends some more, but those thoughts… they don’t go away. They’re there now.

Tommy also goes up for supplies occasionally, for shovels and pickaxes, encountering few members of the SMP that don’t frequent Manberg often.

I wanted to include some POVs but I couldn’t think of any. Like … for example Eret. Eret played a big part of this story for a while until the idea was scrapped since I think he’d be more partial to helping pogtopia as a whole rather than just Tommy. Or would he? I have no clue.

I mean, I wanted some reactionary POVS to Tommy’s general decline in state. Anyone got ideas for more character representation?

ARC 2

The Festival and Consequences

Part One (pre-festival)

Wilbur blows up on him for being missing the night before, going on a tangent about trust, and how Tommy is the last person he can trust, and Tommy wouldn’t betray him right? Tommy doesn’t say much. He’s still covered in dust and gravel, and it’s thanks to wilbur’s current state that he doesn’t notice the gunpowder coating his hands. (Or maybe wilbur just didn’t want to notice it?)

Wilbur grabs Tommy’s shoulders ( a little roughly, but not intentionally to harm) after noticing that Tommy isn’t paying much attention to the “discussion”. I don’t remember + can’t find the dialogue for this portion, but I remember putting “PUNCH WILBUR. DO IT” in the notes. I probably wouldn’t have written that in… right? …. right???

Tommy stalks off to gather his gear for the festival + prepare stuff. But more importantly, he waits until it’s just him and techno, to talk. Tommy begs techno to protect tubbo no matter what, since he wasn’t sure he got everything.

It is the one thing he needs techno to do. It is the only thing he needs techno to do that festival, no matter how the cards fall, no matter what happens - Tubbo has to be okay, right? (Tommy rationalizes it as Wilbur would’ve put the president’s stand under most theoretical fire, and tubbo would be the one standing on it during the festival, or something like that, but he does not deny the fact that if it came down to anything, Tubbo is his Main man for it.) It is the only thing he asks of Techno.

….it is the one thing Techno will not do for him.

Part Two (Post festival out bc i didn’t have the Brain for it at the time)

Post festival, the gang gathers up at Pogtopia with niki making her way there for the first time. Tommy and techno are arguing, something is wrong with Tommy but it’s not very visible at the moment. It’s like he’s got an off switch that keeps flickering between on and off - he’ll be angry, like he should be, and then he’ll go quiet.

Note: tubbo had a hard time respawning post festival bc he was killed at the festival but didn’t respawn immediately - killing a person with fireworks doesn’t work immediately, sometimes. either that or he just took too long. Tommy witnessed that. So yeah, “you killed tubbo” —> “you nearly killed him permanently he could have died for real, by your own two hands, what the F were you thinking?”

So yeah, Tommy is still pretty pissed at techno. the one thing he asked techno to do was to protect his friend. No matter if the festival went down badly for either their side, the way Wilbur wanted it, or if it went off any other way. It was the only thing he needed from techno that festival.

And you know what techno does? you know what he does? not only does he break that promise, but ensures it's broken by his own two hands and crossbow so yeah, tommy is... pissed would be much too polite... what he is, is indescribable in terms of rage but he's so tired, so so tired from trying to keep his home from being blown up that the rage just... doesn't have words. Sure, he rages, and argues and continues, but it’s kind of empty, hollow, repetitions of things he wants to say. The anger that would’ve enforced those words is somewhere else, the fuse to a whole furnace of fire. There are no words to describe how mad he is about it.

Wilbur eggs them both on, but mostly tommy. Most of his lines to others are backhanded, directed towards enraging tommy. It doesn’t really work - tommy isn’t riled up, but he IS angry.

The dialogue contains the usual lines:

“The gang’s all here! oh look out, technoblade, he’s angry at you. Look at him, he’s so angry. Look, he’s clenching his fists! Go on, tommy, say something” —> tommy turns his head to wilbur and gives him an odd look, like he’s been given a particularly hard rock to swallow. His fists are clenched. He is angry. But there isn’t anything he can say that would make any of it worth it.

Wilbur “cmon, tell him! Tell him how much you hate his guts! Look at him - he murdered you in front of a crowd! On your festival day! Tommy told me, he told me how much effort you put into it. You decorated it, didn’t you? You wrote that speech, yeah?” Tubbo rubs his next: “... actually…” (awkward look between tubbo n tommy thinking about the turnabout of the festival, how tommy “hadn’t shown up” to see the speech, their mild fight, etc, and now wilbur is giving details of a discussion that failed to sway him to further his own agenda.)

wilbur is setting up the pit, going "doesn't he look angry, techno?" and "everything should stay in the pit." and sets up the fight between the two... but tommy, unlike canon, doesn't... say anything. he looks angry, yes. he doesn't talk back. much. he doesn't argue with the pit idea. but there is something ...more... than techno has ever seen him before. something deeper than just anger. the words are angry, yes, but they are not filled with anger. it is the most distant he has seen tommy act in all of their years together as brothers.

Wilbur is cheering in the background, egging them out (think of what he did, what he did tubbo, cmon punch him!)

He expecially won’t forget on Nov 16th

and the consequences in terms of relationships (not that anarchist!techno cares.. very much... unless?); tommy begins to do the passive aggressive angry thing where he gets up and leaves when left in a room alone with techno. Nothing wilbur can point his finger at, but he acts like techno straight up doesn’t exist otherwise. Maybe it hurts, a little.

(techno: haha anarchy! Tommy: /doesnt treat him with adoration nor as a brother or just straight up doesnt want to associate with him Techno: wait no come back-)

This arc’s really short. It ends with Big Q’s fight and joining of pogtopia, which remains the same, but tommy’s reasons for being in manberg differs. He still brings Q back, and the two kind of talk, but Quackity notices how tommy’s been worn down since the last time they talked. (His nose is a lil bit crooked from being decked in the face by a fighting machine last week but yknow how it be).

ARC 3

mentions of limb loss below. this is where the crack/angst idea comes in haha...

The Meetup with Schlatt and Big Q… and the button press (things go wildly off canon here for a bit). So uh, the tnt’s been damaged by tommy, later added to by dream n wilbur, and moved(?) possibly by schlatt. Wilbur heads to the button room, and on a whim, presses the button. Nothing happens - the rumbles of the cavern unheard and unseen.

Tommy is in the tunnels, trying to ensure the tnt is all disconnected (he's been soaking them with water and grinding them up bc not enough storage to carry them out safely).

now with the new information, this could just be tommy running over to check that schlatt didn't really take the rest of the tnt, or something point is, he's too close to the tnt, when he hears the hissing noise.

there is a sudden realization and horror that dawns on him, that there is a line of redstone that he forgot to unconnect.

sure, damaging the tnt was his priority, but there's always a chance they could dry out or the gunpowder could light up still, somehow, so the redstone had to be disturbed too. and he forgot to unconnect one line...

in a desperate attempt to mitigate damage, he throws water over the tnt, but just late enough for it to explode, taking down the cave walls with him ... caving him in? is that the right term for it?

maybe his foot gets stuck in a cave formation or something and that's why... ANYWAY, his lower body, particularly That One Leg takes a lot of damage! Unfortunately, we can't flextape it back together because flextape doesn't exist in minecraft.

So now he’s injured, practically disabled and stuck in a deep dark cave by himself. Nobody knows he’s here, because who would he have told?

Meanwhile, wilbur and gang are starting to notice tommy’s abscence. Wilbur’s shaky trust clings to tommy’s abscense, constantly in a loop of distrust and doubt. Surely, not tommy. Tommy would be the last one to betray them all, right?

Tubbo and Quackity make the joke that Tommy’s the #1 suspect. After all, where is he?

Dream reassures everyone who asks that Tommy is nowhere near lmanberg/on schlatt’s, side but whether he does it suspiciously or genuinely is unclear. Either way, nobody knows where he is, and there is a little distrust between dream and the gang. Dream on the other hand, legitimately has no clue where tommy is rn

He respawns without the injury, but also without a leg. Or maybe i’d dial it back a bit to “unusable leg” like just, damaged. the original crack edition said “no leg rights” so i guess that’s what I get huh….

in the middle of nowhere… Uh oh. Luckily, sam’s there! Sam brings him to safety and declares himself the new dad.

anyway: summary for the next bit:

- wilbur and techno go bout their week, gathering resources and occasionally doing their Big Brother duty of the day: worrying about their little brother. But of course, he’s totally fine! He’ll be back soon right? There’s no way Tommy’d turn to the dark side. Since he’s been disappearing a lot from way before the festival, they figure it’s one of Those times.

- dream is uh.... ahdsljkadshlhas i don’t know lmao you tell me

- Big Q and Tubbo take charge of some prep and try to create some sort of pie chart to root out the traitor. Tommy as wanted #1 is a joke... but now they genuinely wonder where the hell he is.

- Sam genuinely cares for Tommy, and Tommy continuously alludes to his activities/wilbur’s state of mind/tubbo’s death and his badly sleep deprived mannerisms do nothing to ease sam’s state of mind. Sometimes, he hobbles around on the new leg/bad leg and tries to help Sam bc he’s a lil nervous about the generosity. He also stays up doing tasks like farming n furnace stuff (cause you can sit for that, good for the leg™), when sam would rather this tall child to get some sleep instead. Poor sam. You’ve got Dad responsibilities now.

sam is also a bit split on the sides of the badlands/helping tommy. At first he was on the badland’s side mostly, but listening to tommy has kinda made him feel a little bad about it. Ofc, he’s not really on the side of anyone in particular - this is a man just who wants to help out his friends, okay? ;-;

sam, being the “engineer” of the server, besides fundy and probably a few others, can craft complex machinery, right? he makes the leg/leg brace for tommy! and tommy likes it a lot bc it’s got a cool design on it. idk what the design is, but it’s a cherished object. it’s also needed bc how else is he supposed to walk.

November 16th:

Everything goes as originally planned up to the presidency. Wilbur gives the presidency to Tommy. maybe president hot potato. And then proceeds to pull the: “president of a crater” which has to be one of my personal favorite lines in this smp. Things are blowing up, but really not as much as expected - it’s buildings and thin lines of crators, since some of the tnt there had been damaged. Philza is there, and wilbur is reveling in the chaos (idk who notices first that there’s not as much tnt damage, dream or wilbur)

techno does that betrayal, and tommy gets stuck under the rubble of the explosions. Techno gives him a speech (btw, anyone get a little 👀 when techno said: “you instilled yourself as president and then gave it to your friend”? i did. that’s not entirely true techno) --> the lil “you wanna be a hero, tommy? then die like one!” and the wither kills him.

but yknow, when you die, you drop what you’re equipped with in minecraft, ....right?

Anyway tommy be like: sam come pick me up this playdate aint goin well

don’t you love it when you ruin families for clout angst? or is it just me :’’’’’)

#dream smp #tommyinnit #traitor tommy au #traitor tommy #tw: limb loss #possibly #i have no clue where it came from to be honest #just lying awake at two in the morning #and bam: stupid brain thought

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purplellamanator · 5 years ago

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first, u should know that u are an amazing writer 😎 second, could u do numba 1 for fantasy au prompts cuz im dying to know what itll be like 😉 graciaas ~

Gods~ Person A is a powerful deity and to appease them, Person B is sacrificed or given as an offering

Hey so I'm sorry! You didn't specify for which pairing and I noticed someone asked for this one with ShinRan already so I did it for KaiAo. I hope that's okay and that you enjoy! 💜 Thank you for the nice compliment though! Thank you for liking my writing enough to send me a request! i’m sorry for any grammar mistakes! It’s kind of late here and I’ve been working on this for a while! So some things likely escaped my proof read! That and this idea got way out of hand and may be a bit ridiculous! Hope it gives some kind of humor though!

oOo

"Wait- you guys can't be serious!" She knew it was pointless to even say that. She knew how serious they were. Just one glance at their expressions had her backing away as far as possible until she eventually ran into the wall.

Aoko had officially cornered herself.

The village chief tried to step forward only to jump back when she suddenly swung her mop out defensively. He gave a slight frown before he quickly tried to hide his aggravation. "You should be proud, Aoko-san. Your sacrifice will bring peace to our village."

The young woman had to hold back her sneer. She wanted to bite back that it wasn't her duty to bring anything to the village. He was the chief of their people. If anything it should be him that was practically being served on a plate. Of course being smarter than that, she knew it would not bode well if she even suggested that. Instead, her blues eyes flit around all the villagers that were slowly closing in on her.

Her brows furrowed. "Where's my father?" Expression becoming more panicked, she desperately looked all around. But he was not there and a new fear settled in her stomach.

Without even blinking at her question, he said, "He is making the preparations." His words were as calm as can be, as if what he said was the most normal thing. A father preparing his own daughter's sacrifice.

Aoko was not so easy to trick. Her eyes narrowed sharply and that sneer she had been attempting to hide finally surfaced. "You're lying."

There was no way her father would ever agree to this. After her mother died, he had no one else but her in his life after all. Which left two other options. Her father was not aware of what was happening or, he was being forced against his will to cooperate.

"What did you do to him?" she bit out furiously.

The chief shrugged his shoulders as if what he were about to say wasn't all that important. It made Aoko want to slap that smugness right off his face.

"He'll come to understand why this was a necessity."

That told the girl all she needed to know. Her father did know what was happening. He just couldn't do anything to stop it. Likely they knew it would be smarter to get him out of the way first. It made her temper that had only been simmering before, finally boil over. Anger getting the best of her, she charged forward toward the chief, mopped bared in front of her threateningly prepared to swing.

She barely made it a few steps before she was getting grabbed from behind. Aoko struggled. She did with all her might. In the end, the outcome was what she knew would happen.

Arms bound behind her back, she was led to the offering plate- or the woods was more like it. The villagers were cowards and didn't want the sacrifice happening anywhere within their borders. The plan was likely to have her sit out there willingly. When that obviously wasn't an option, they attempted to bind her to a tree. When she wouldn't stop yelling, she was gagged. When she wouldn't stop kicking, she was knocked unconscious.

Fighting and legs kicking out was how she awoke. Still stuck on trying to get away, it took her a moment to realize that no one was even there anymore. It was just her there. It was dark- pitch black. Some of the moon's rays were attempting to peek out but due to the amount of cover the trees surrounding her provided, it hardly helped. Obviously quite some time had already passed since she was initially brought out here. The sun had only just begun to set when the chief had ambushed her at her home.

Aoko felt tears brimming her eyes. She'd argue they were tears of frustration more than anything. It would seem that in her unconscious state they had successfully bound her to the tree firmly. When she at least attempted to wiggle out of them, that was when she realized her initial bindings holding her wrists together were still tied firmly as well.

So it was hopeless. After finally taking notice of the lantern they left beside her, she couldn't help but be mocking. At least they left her a damn nightlight.

Tears finally sliding down her cheeks, she screamed as loud as she could. At this point it wasn't even to get help. The yell was just to let out something- anything. But it would seem even that was not satisfying. The gag that was still wrapped tightly around her face muffled any kind of yell she attempted.

Stubbornly, she did it anyway. And again. And another time after that. Aoko screamed until she was thoroughly worn and struggling to breath around the gag; her chest heaving as she finally sagged back against the tree.

Like she already knew, no one came to her rescue. She doubted anyone even heard her. If they did, she would've been ignored anyway. In her struggle, she hadn't thought to pay attention to how far they dragged her out here. All she had done was throw punches and kicked blindly. For all she knew she could be just on the outskirts of the village.

And that thought was good enough for her.

Aoko went to start screaming again. Even if no one would come help her, just the thought of keeping those idiots up would bring some amount of joy to her. Just as she was preparing to let loose however, something . . . changed.

Foolishly, she hadn't been paying attention so she had no way of knowing if this change just started or if it had already done so during her earlier fit. But the moment she went to start yelling again, the flame in the lantern that had been left for her, blew out harshly. It had been quite breezy when she was first woken up but finally taking a second to just sit and breathe, she realized for the first time that all of that was gone.

The wind was no longer blowing. The noises that had been from the shuttering of leaves was gone. It was all dead silent.

Aoko's breathing suddenly picked up harshly. It was still difficult to see, even more so now that her lantern was currently useless. Eyes squinting hard, she stared intently into the darkness before her.

Then she heard the footsteps. They were not necessarily heavy but in this dead quiet, sounded thunderous.

For the first time in all of this, she finally remembered the one glaring detail she should've acknowledged from the beginning.

The God. She was a sacrifice after all and yet was dumb enough to forget that.

Heart jumping into her throat, she suddenly began wiggling in her bindings again. She kept pulling and straining against them. At this point she was pretty sure all she was doing was tightening them, but she was desperate now and did not care. Actions spurred on by a new fear, she kept struggling even as the rope began to give her burns. Adrenaline picking up along with her pulse, the fact her eyes were becoming extremely blurry from tears was making this situation even more terrifying. That and though she was pretty sure it was all in her head, it sounded like the steps were picking up their pace. When it finally sounded like they were right on top of her, she gave a panicked scream- that was still muffled by her gag, and tried to bury her face in her lap as best she could. Which was impossible considering how she was tied up but she clenched her eyes shut tight and that would have to be enough. Aoko braced herself for whatever would come next. Being a sacrifice, she assumed the worst and knew she was trembling in fear.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Unsure if she was hearing correctly and still freaked out of her mind, Aoko didn't move and kept her head bowed. She didn't want to see the terrifying face of her attacker. But then she heard it. A voice. A human voice. Out of all the noises a God could make, she had not been expecting that and her eyes shot open before she was carefully angling her gaze upwards. She was no longer crying but the tears that still remained she could feel were sliding down her cheeks slowly.

It was a boy. Well- not a boy per say. He looked to be about her age and if she hadn't be chosen as the offering she would've been turning 18 this year. The point was, he was a human. Aoko of course heard stories of how Gods liked to disguise themselves as humans but this was just. . . too plain.

Aoko mostly said nothing because of her shock but he likely assumed it was due to her gag. Crouching so that he was at eye level with her, he leaned forward and pulled the gag from her mouth tossing it uncaringly behind him. When his expectant eyes turned back to her, she was still staring at him in disbelief.

"That's it."

Briefly, she wanted to take those words back and smack herself. She couldn't help it though. This was the God that demanded a sacrifice. This was the God that had the village elders scrambling about in fear. He was just a human; flesh and bone just like her.

This had to be a joke.

The guy jerked back, affronted. "W-what?"

And apparently he was stupid and hard of hearing.

"I mean, that's it? No opening a portal from Hell or flying down from a chariot? Just a gust of wind? And then you'll stand in the woods to watch like a weirdo." Aoko crinkled her nose up in disgust as she eyed him up and down. He was pretty gangly.

She could take him.

The guy's mouth fell open, baffled as he struggled to find the words. Finally he said, "I'm the weirdo?" before he was pointing a finger at her accusingly. "Says the one tied to a stupid tree! What are you even doing out here anyway?"

Thinking she was about to come face to face with an all powerful God and to have those expectations sort of fall flat, Aoko felt all her fear wash away. She was sure her face was still splotchy from her panic crying from earlier but she felt fine now. Besides the stranger's stature, he didn't seem the least bit frightening. His tone wasn't threatening in the least. If anything, he looked concerned.

"Apparently being a sacrificial lamb," she answered in response to his question and his brows about raised into his hairline. If she thought he looked concerned before, his expression now was just humorous. And suddenly he was kneeling behind her undoing her bindings. When the rope slackened around her chest and she raised her still bound wrists expectantly now, the man's face was even more incredulous.

"Whoever put you here really didn't want you getting away," he said probably mostly to himself as an observation.

All it did was make Aoko roll her eyes. "Well you should know. It's your fault I'm out here anyway!" she shouted accusingly.

"Hey!" he said backing up quickly so she couldn't hit him. "I don't even know who the hell you are!"

Blue eyes narrowing she went to punch him in his face. "I'm the 'sacrifice' that you demanded." Seeing her fist coming however, he simply ducked under it before her words finally hit him and his eyes went big again.

"Huh?"

Then her fist hit him. In the stomach specifically. It was likely a low blow to hit him when he was distracted by arguably, this entire situation was his fault. Aoko wouldn't of been tied to a tree by a bunch of nut jobs if this equally as insane idiot hadn't demanded it.

The force of her hit had knocked him to the ground on his back. If she hadn't caught him off guard it probably wouldn't of even hurt but seeing her opening, she hurriedly straddled him, forcing him to remain on the ground with her weight.

He still seemed to be stuck in the confusion of her accusation but she wasn't taking any chances and quickly gripped his wrists pressing them into the dirt roughly. "Don't play games with me! You're telling me you didn't send out that calling card?" she asked daring him to lie to her. Being a villager herself she had also been called to the gathering when the card was first discovered. She had seen it with her own two eyes so there was no way he could argue there hadn't been one.

Fighting back looked like it was the last thing on his mind and his head rose of the ground slightly so he could get in her face and yell back. "I did send out a calling card but not this!"

Since he wasn't fighting, she removed one of her hands to stick her finger harshly in his face. "You asked for me to be sacrificed!"

The accusation had him sitting up straight and almost sent her sprawling. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said putting his hands up in front of him defensively. "I never asked for a sacrifice!" He seemed incredulous that she would even accuse him of doing that.

Jabbing finger falling short, her rant and thoughts successfully cut off, she could only stutter awkwardly. "Y-you . . . You never asked for an offering. . ?" Suddenly she was feeling meek. Who had she just attacked? Was this some innocent stranger that saw her tied to a tree and decided to help. . ? . . And she attacked him. . . But that couldn't be! He said it was his calling card after all! "You're lying!" she said angrily.

Releasing an annoyed huff, he shook his head. "I asked for the Blue Sapphire. Not some. . . silly girl!"

Now Aoko was the one confused.

"I am the blue sapphire," she reiterated with irritation. It was stupid and not anything that she wanted to be associated with but being one of the only eligible women left in her village, she had quickly been dubbed that. There town was a poor one and she was quickly entered into an arranged marriage that could bring her village at least some good fortune. That too had of course been against her will but only at first. When she met the suitor she wasn't all that disappointed. It could've been worse. It could've been to a man that was double her age. But Hakuba was was nice enough and actually seemed quite fond of her. He loved complimenting the blue hue of her eyes and that made her feel pretty and special . . and her father actually approved, so finally she agreed. And Hakuba being as wealthy as he was promised to pay the village heftily once he was given his blue gem. Hence why she was dubbed their Blue Sapphire. A nickname that was started by her fiance but seemed to stick when it became clear she held the same value price wise for her home. And she gave this stranger a form of that explanation, albeit while looking at him as if he were the densest being she had ever met.

Taking in what she told him, he sat frozen for a moment. His mouth was slightly agape and his eyes large. And then suddenly she was being tossed from his lap roughly as he shot to his feet. "What?"

Rubbing her bottom tenderly from where she just landed on the ground she scowled at him. "I'm the Blue Sapphire," she repeated though she was sure he didn't need her to repeat it.

The man's already panicked features seemed to turn pale. "S-so you're saying there is no actual gem?"

Aoko couldn't help it. She laughed. And it wasn't just a giggle either. It was a full on belly shaking laugh that had heard attempting to hold back tears. "You actually thought there was some precious gem?" she attempted to ask between breaths. She knew she shouldn't of been finding it that funny but the stupidity of it all was just . . . hilarious. Her village was dirt poor. They barely could make ends meet. And he thought they were hoarding some precious gem worth millions?

Letting her have her moment, he continued to glare at her furiously. "Yes, I actually thought there was some precious gem. In what reality are you a rare Blue Sapphire?"

She abruptly cut off her chortles to give an offended, "Hey!" but he didn't care and plowed on.

"I wasted all this time and planning for a girl." At this point she was sure he was just yelling at himself but that of course would not stop her from jumping in.

"Well, serves you right," she snorted while crossing her arms and turning her nose up. "That's what you get for pretending to be a God and 'demanding' offerings."

Since she wasn't outwardly looking at him, Aoko completely missed the way his entire frame stiffened. It was only when she heard him turn around that she saw how tense her statement had made him.

And to her bafflement, he started laughing.

At first she was confused but when he was beginning to remind her of herself from earlier in the way it appeared he wouldn't be stopping anytime soon, she stamped her foot with a huff. "What? What is it now?"

"Who said I was pretending?" The stare he sent her she was sure was supposed to be intimidating. All it did was make her snort.

"Oh please," she scoffed. "Just look at your clothes."

Really offended he took a second to look at his own apparel. "My clothes? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" his pitch raising with his question.

"You're wearing breeches that look like you've stripped them off some beggar and your tunic might as well just be a giant stain," she rolled her eyes. Please- a God. She almost snorted again. No God would ever be caught walking around in-

Suddenly a loud crackling noise ripped through the air. It was so loud and when sparks seemed to erupt every where, she jumped startled behind the stranger. Thinking it was the real God, she gripped the man's arm tightly as if he would be her shield. Too distracted by what looked to be a swirling mirror before her, she completed missed how the stranger looked down with an annoyed frown where she was currently grabbing him.

Nothing happened though. No God appeared- nothing. Amazed more than anything now, Aoko slowly stepped around the stranger to get a better look. The sparks that had scared her only moments before did nothing but swirl around the objects borders, which seemed to be a giant oval. And in the middle which she had compared to a mirror, seemed to be anything but solid. It was shimmering and and as she drew closer it moved. . . like water?

She wanted to touch it. Swallowing hard she reached out a finger and went to touch the center. But her finger fell through! Experimentally she pulled her finger back before pushing it back in again but this time her whole hand. It wasn't water at all! "What is this?" she breathed in awe.

"I believe you called it a portal to Hell."

With a small shriek she quickly pulled her hand back and held the limb close to her chest. Not long after the stranger was walking up beside her while chortling. "I said that's what you called it," he clarified and she gave him a frosty glare. All it did was make his lips twitch upward again. "Sorry there's no chariot though." And then he winked.

He was making fun of her. Still amazed by what was happening though, she didn't care to grace it with a proper response. Instead she took notice of how he was bracing one hand on the border to what she now knew was a portal- an entryway of sorts.

"You're leaving?" Aoko didn't really sound disappointed. She hardly knew him. But she couldn't argue that this wasn't the most bizarrely interesting day of her entire existence.

The man shrugged. "I was never going to stay here long. I was only going to respond to the calling card, accept my offering, and then leave," he said while pointing a thumb over his shoulder into the portal.

"Oh . . . " Aoko looked at her hands and was reminded of the bindings she once had tied around them. They were burning and had been rubbed raw from her straining which reminded her that she owed him something. "Thank you for helping me."

Still leaning against the portal, he gave her a nod but also a very bland look. "You're welcome and all but are you ready to go now or. . . ?" His question had completely thrown her and her eyes had widened impossibly. He wasn't paying her any mind though and looking at where the moon was in the sky. "Not that this hasn't been one of the strangest calling cards I've answered to but I kind of gotta' be somewhere."

"Wait- what?" Against her will she took a step back defensively.

The stranger- no, God, sighed heavily as if she were exhausting him. "We have to go, like now," he said with annoyance. "I'm a night deity for a reason."

"I thought you said you were looking for gems!"

"Well, I mean you're my offering so it would be rude for me not to take it," he reasoned as if that made total sense. As if him sparing her life would be the greatest offense.

Suddenly she was beginning to panic again and her heart was starting to race. "B-but- but I don't have any value to you!" she argued back desperately. "I'm useless!"

Head falling back in exhaustion, the man let out another aggravated groan before picking his head up. "Listen uh . . Blue Sapphi-"

"It's Aoko!" she stamped her foot angrily.

"Aoko," he corrected himself. "The person that I have to meet with is a bit of an asshole and that same exact asshole is waiting for me like now," he reaffirmed while seeing how much the moon had lowered.

When he just looked at her expectantly after that she could only do the same back while her eyes were flitting to the side for an escape. Which apparently he noticed cause he straightened. "You're not going to come quietly are you?"

In response, she ran.

#dcmk #kaiao #kaito kuroba #aoko nakamouri #fanfic #dcmk fanfic #fanfiction #drabble #request #ask

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blakelywintersfield · 5 years ago

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Help! Part one: Backstory- when I was a kid I saw love triangles & thought well why can't they just all date bc i was a kid & didn't understand polyamoury so my parents told me that polyamoury is no longer acceptable in today's society. So I grew up in a monogamous society & believed that polyamoury was non existent. Then I thought it was wrong, or at least unhealthy. Then I believed that triangle romances were ok but not Vs or open relationships but I still disliked polyam as an idea

I disliked polyamoury as an idea & didnt support that lifestyle but if any1 hated on my polyams I would defend em. Now Im ~accepting/supportive of polyam bc if they communicate (like any relationship) then itll turn out fine (if all parties are poly, that is.) example- i had a friend whos strictly mono but he dated a poly guy who was abusive& treated my friend like a sidechick. When they broke up my friend put his mono ass into another poly romance &bc of his trauma & bpd he was toxic & trying to make his bf mono & felt like he was the sidechick again despite his bf treating both of His bfs equally. & he also had a bad experience with polyamoury so he knew how my friend felt. (Communication is important) Present day- so here comes my issue. I think I might be poly. But I suck at communication & I seem to have internalized issues & polyphobia & I'm not sure whether I "believe" in it or not. Idk what to do & I don't think my parents would approve esp since I don't even approve. What if it's just romanticized or fetishized & I'm not actually poly? I don't want to be poly. I wish society didn't frown upon it bc thst might help. So here I am, a 17yo on Tumblr, asking an older queer for help.

Hi hun! Hopefully, I’m not getting back to you too late on this; sorry it took me a minute to respond!

Firstly, I want you to know that no matter what you turn out to be -- monogamous or polyamorous -- that the way you love isn't unhealthy. Neither type of relationship structure is better than the other; it purely depends on how you feel during it. I know it may be hard to accept something that you were raised to see as immoral or wrong; believe it or not, I was raised extremely homophobic and transphobic, and accepting I was queer and trans was a big shift for me. Hell, I just came to terms with being grey-aromatic -- and that one was hard as hell, because well. I do like romantic relationships. I love that closeness, that bond. Accepting that it was rare as hell for me to feel that towards anyone else was really tough, but it was also liberating. I realized, wow, I wasn't broken because I couldn't romantically connect with others that had mutual interest in me; it's just my romantic orientation. The same may go for you -- if you end up being polyamorous, accepting it can really free you of guilt you may have felt in the past for having a crush on two people and wanting to date them both, because there's nothing wrong with wanting that.

I'm personally monogamous. I know I am because of a few reasons -- I'm worn out very easily by social situations, and even friendships are hard for me to manage just because my social battery is really low. I don't think I have the social stamina to keep up with multiple partners, and I would hate to neglect one or more of my partners, or make them feel unwanted / unloved. I'm a solitary person by nature. And that's okay! I also do have issues feeling insecure, and while I am working on that, I don't think it would personally be healthy for me if I had a partner who was polyamorous, because I'd worry they would get bored of me / leave me for the other. Which is unrealistic -- in a healthy polyamorous relationship, this wouldn't be an issue, but I know my anxiety and relationship insecurity is bad enough that it would put a polyamorous partner through too much stress. Being on the aromantic spectrum too, I just don't know how likely it'd be for me to find a partner, let alone multiple, so that's a personal factor for me, but besides that, my reason for being monogamous are based on how I know myself to be in romantic partnerships.

One of my best friends is polyamorous. One of her biggest reasons is because she feels the need for a support system that goes past friendship -- partners that could live with her, help her raise a family, make sure she stays safe (she has some physical and emotional/mental issues). It makes her feel more secure to know she has multiple people looking out for her, and makes her feel like she's not putting too much stress on one person. The distribution of responsibility makes her feel much more comfortable than having one person take it all on. In a sense, the reason I'm monogamous is the same reason she's polyamorous -- a feeling of security.

Regardless of what kind of relationship you have, it should make you feel secure. Obviously we all have our moments -- as someone with BPD, I have times where I'm insecure just about my friendships, and even my relationship with my parents. Sometimes we all feel insecure, but if it's a constant feeling and it can't be taken care of with reassurance, then you may want to reconsider the relationship -- be it monogamous or polyamorous. Think about your expectations from a relationship; what would you want the outcome to be? If you had multiple partners, what would that look like long-term for you? This should be based purely off what you want / need -- not based off what others may think of you or what negative ideas others might get, because at the end of the day, those who don't support a healthy path to happiness don't have opinions you should judge off of.

There's also different types of polyamorous relationships, and from what I know, most polyamorous people tend to have a relationship set they prefer -- for example, you mentioned open relationships. That's a type of polyamory where, usually, a couple may have another partner / multiple partners, and their position could be anything from a partner to a friend with benefits; the couple usually sets the boundaries on what they expect (i.e. "you can sleep with other people, but I want us to stay the main couple") and then they explain those boundaries to anyone they may wish to engage with. It may seem strange that a couple committed to each other would sleep with other people, but there's a variety of reasons, ranging from kinks to sexual needs to libido (i.e. a couple with a sex-replused asexual who is comfortable with their partner having responsible / safe sex with other people to satisfy their sexual needs). Some people who have needs like my best friend may benefit from Vs; where one person has two partners, but those partners don't date each other. That doesn't mean they're not aware of each other -- that's NOT polyamory, that's cheating. As you said, polyamory takes communication, and without that, it's not healthy polyamory. There's also Triads (three people all dating each other), Fluid Chains (these tend to end up being two people already in polyamorous couples that start dating each other), and much more! I'd say the judgement of you needs and expectations in a relationship should help you decide what type of relationship you'd want.

As you brought up, there's always a risk of getting into a polyamorous relationship that ends up toxic, but that risk is just as likely as ending up in a toxic monogamous relationship -- neither relationship type is "more prone" to toxicity. I'm very sorry your friend dealt with it firsthand, especially because the first experience being a toxic one can make it very hard to get past that trauma. Getting out of any kind of toxic relatinship can leave you with some trust issues and things to work out; it's just as toxic to force a polyamorous person to be monogamous as it is for a monogamous person to be polyamorous. If you're not comfortable with a certain relationship style, you shouldn't force yourself to comform to someone else's, and vice versa.

I know in the recent years, with polyamory starting to become more talked about, understood, and accepted, that it may seem like it really is the perfect way to date. And for some, it is! For others, not so much. I really recommend making a list of your expectations out of a relationship (as I said before), because that may help you clear up whether or not it's just been romanticized to you, or if you may actually be polyamorous yourself. If possible, maybe try finding some local polyamory support groups / meetups, and seeing if you can find other people who are also questioning whether they're mono or poly -- sometimes what helps is talking to others who have questions, because they may also have answers. It may also end up benefitting you because if you end up dating someone else who isn't sure but is open to trying, you can both safely explore that type of relationship without risking the other not being open to polyamory. Since you are 17, I would highly suggest finding groups geared towards those under 21, because regardless of relationship orientation, an older person persuing you is not okay. Anyone involved in your relationship should be around your age, even if you're not directly dating them.

Sorry if this was a little mixed around, if you need to ask for clarifications on anything, or have any other questions, please feel free to ask! Good luck hun! <3

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the-three-evils · 6 years ago

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Anger

Marvin skidded into the kitchen, gasping for breath. The others looked up from their discussion quickly, staring at the shaking and obviously scared ego.

“What has happened?” Henrik asked, standing slightly. Marvin’s breath was coming in short bursts, his eyes wide. He dropped his hands onto his knees, shutting his eyes and breathing for a long moment.

Jackie frowned, looking behind him, waiting for JJ to rush in after him. They had gone out together - where was the youngest ego?

“Where’s JJ?” Chase asked, echoing the worries in Jackie’s mind. Marvin looked up in a slight panic, then looked behind him.

“He - he was... he was right behind - behind me,” he gasped out. “I swear. He was right - right there.”

“Marvin?” Jackie asked, standing. What had happened? What had sacred Marvin so much? Where was JJ?

“I -” Marvin began, but suddenly Jackie couldn’t wait. He hurried to the door, pushing past Marvin and pounding down the hall.

He burst outside into the cold evening air and began hurrying down the path, nervousness and fear curling in his stomach. What had happened? Where was JJ?

“J!” he called, straining his ears for any sound of his baby brother. “Jamie!” Where are yo-”

His calls cut off as he took in a small lump on the grass, near the park. His breath caught in his throat, fear twisting even deeper into his heart.

“J? Is that you? You alright?” he asked softly as he rushed to the limp form’s side. To his horror, he saw he was right - it was JJ, limp, still, silent. Jackie muttered a curse, forcing himself to focus. He knew what to do - it wasn’t the first time he had found someone close to death.

First time he had found a brother like this though.

He dropped to his knees, feeling for a pulse on JJ’s neck only to recoil in horror - sticky wet blood coated his brother’s throat, invisible in the darkness of the night.

“Don’t you dare,” Jackie growled, gently slipping an arm under JJ’s neck. He slowly picked his brother up, JJ’s arm hanging limp as he stood.

“Jackie!” Chase was hurrying towards him. He skidded to a stop near Jackie, a curse escaping his lips. “Oh no. No, no, no. Marvin said Anti had… Oh no, Jem, please.”

“Get back to the house and tell Henrik to get a bed ready,” Jackie said sharply, sensing that Chase was about to lose it at the sight of his younger brother like this. “Go!” he snapped when Chase hesitated, and he nodded slowly, shaky breaths escaping him before he turned and sprinted away.

Jackie moved more slowly - as quickly as he could without putting JJ in danger but still far too slow. He didn’t even know if JJ was still alive.

Marvin was waiting at the door, his eyes wide and filled with guilt. He hurried alongside Jackie as the superhero carried the limp form of their younger brother towards Henrik.

“I - I thought he was behind me,” Marvin said, his eyes fixed on the red still seeping from JJ’s neck. “I’m sorry. I… this was my fault.”

“Don’t worry about that now,” Jackie growled as he arrived at the door Chase was holding open, his face ashen and worried.

Henrik was busy, hurrying around his clinic, gathering items, preparing tools, getting ready. He waved sharply in the direction of the operating table in the centre of the room and Jackie gently lowered JJ onto it.

“Now get out. I need to work and I cannot with you… ah… drängen den platz. Gehen. Raus!” He waved his hands frantically, leaning over JJ. Jackie let out a long breath, loath to leave while JJ’s fate was unsure. Henrik turned to glare at him, repeated Raus! again, and Jackie reluctantly left the room, ushering Marvin and Chase out the door as well.

“Give him space,” he said as he closed the door. “If anyone can save JJ, it’s Henrik.”

They didn’t go far. Chase slumped down the wall, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, one knee lifted. Marvin leaned against the wall beside the door, his arms crossed. Jackie began pacing, stepping up and down the hall.

They sat in silence for a long time, waiting. The scene kept repeating in Jackie’s head, JJ lying limp, the blood on his neck. He didn’t stop pacing, more thoughts beginning to invade.

You should have been better.

You should have protected him.

You let him down.

This is your fault.

Some hero you are.

“This is my fault,” Marvin muttered, breaking the horrible silence. Jackie stopped, turning to face him and shook his head.

“Please don’t blame yourself,” he said quietly. Chase didn’t move, pulling his hat further down over his eyes. Marvin shrugged, turning to Jackie.

“Don’t deny it, Jackieboy,” he said shortly. “I left him behind when Anti was chasing us. This is my fault. I should have made sure he was ahead of me. I should have stayed with him. I should have done something.”

He grabbed the ears of his mask in his hands and sank down the wall, burying his head in his knees, long hair falling over his face.

“M’sorry,” he muttered. “If he dies - it’s my fault.”

“He’s not going to die,” Chase said firmly from where he sat, not moving. “Henrik’ll save him.”

Jackie didn’t answer, hoping that what Chase said would come true. He cast a long look at the door, wishing he knew what was happening, wishing he could do something more than this endless waiting.

He was sitting against the wall, staring at the door a few hours later. Chase had dozed off, snoring softly beside him and Marvin hadn’t moved in an hour or so, giving Jackie reason to believe he had fallen asleep as well.

The door finally opened, and Jackie’s head snapped up. Chase shifted beside him, rubbing his eyes and looking up as well.

Henrik stood in the doorway, one hand resting on the frame. His face was haggard and tired, blood splattered on his clothes and hands. But there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, half hidden by the exhaustion.

He stepped forward and swayed slightly, so Jackie quickly pushed himself to his feet and rushed to his side, catching him before he had a chance to fall. Henrik leaned heavily on him, a small smile dancing on his face.

“JJ’s okay,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I - He’ll live.”

Chase let out a long breath, resting his head against the wall. Jackie felt like a weight had been lifted from him and he smiled slightly as Henrik laid his head on Jackie’s shoulder, exhaustion seeping from him

“You should clean up and get some sleep,” Jackie said. Henrik nodded, blinking.

“Ja,” he muttered. “Ja, I should.”

“Thank you, Henrik,” Chase said quietly. “Can - can I see him?”

Henrik nodded, and Chase vanished into the room. Jackie helped Henrik to the bathroom before ducking into his bedroom to grab some pyjamas.

Once Henrik was in the shower, Jackie headed back down the hall, intending to see how JJ was doing. But as he reached the door, he frowned, eyes landing on the stop where Marvin had been seated.

The magician was gone, nowhere to be seen. Jackie paused, hesitating. Should he go after his brother?

But the need to make sure JJ was alright was too much. He sighed, running a hand through his hair and pushed open the door.

Chase was asleep, one hand clutching JJ’s limp one, his head resting on the bed beside his younger brother. Jackie paused in the door before moving to JJ’s side. The youngest ego’s chest was slowly rising and falling, his breath scratchy as it scrapped past the bandages on his throat.

Jackie dropped into the seat opposite Chase, letting out a long sigh.

“I’m sorry, J,” he said quietly. “I - I shouldn’t have…” His words caught in his throat and he lowered his head, tears pricking his eyes. “This is all my fault.”

Everything was his fault. He was supposed to be the hero, the protector, the strong one. But he hadn’t been able to protect Jack, and now JJ was lying, limp like Jack was before Anti had stolen his body.

”I should have been stronger. I should have been better,” Jackie muttered. “I am so sorry.”

He wasn’t sure how long it was until Henrik returned, pulling him awake. Chase was still sleeping, but Jackie was used to sleeping lightly and the soft sound of the door opening caused him to look up, blinking sleep out of his eyes.

Henrik looked a little better after a shower and short sleep, but he still looked worn and tired. Worry was etched on his face and he motioned Jackie forward.

Jackie stood quietly, moving to his side.

“What’s happened?” he asked softly.

“I cannot find Marvin,” Henrik muttered. “He - he has gone.”

A sinking pit opened in Jackie’s stomach. Marvin had blamed himself - Marvin would be angry. Marvin may have gone after Anti.

“I’ll find him,” Jackie said. A flight would be good - he needed some air.

It was surprisingly light outside - for some reason Jackie had been expecting it still to be night. He took to the air, flying through the early afternoon in search of his brother.

He found Marvin, sitting in the park only a few minutes away from the house. Gently landing beside him, Jackie approached, settling onto the bench beside him. They sat in silence for a few moments, listening to the quiet sounds of the park.

“I shouldn’t have left him,” Marvin said quietly, staring at his hands. “I…” He didn’t say any more, clearly holding back tears.

Jackie didn’t move, thinking long about what to say. Finally, he let out a long breath.

“He’s going to be alright,” he said quietly.

“Yeah. I heard. But is he? I mean… who knows what damage was done. Who…” he paused for a long moment. “Who knows if it’s going to be him who wakes up.”

Jackie shuddered at the suggestion, remembering that horrible moment when Jack’s eyes had snapped open, when he had finally woken up - only to crack his face with that terrible smile, to latch his hand around Jackie’s neck. Remembering that horrible moment when Jackie knew it wasn’t Jack in charge of that body but someone - something - else.

“It’ll be him,” he said quietly. “Marv, you couldn’t have done anything.”

“But I could have!” he cried. “I - I shouldn’t have left him behind. And… And I’m going to find Anti. I’m going to find him and I’m going to make him pay.”

“Marv… don’t - don’t do anything stupid, please,” Jackie said quietly.

“No promises,” Marvin muttered. He stood, his cloak swinging behind him. “I’m going to get some breakfast,” he muttered, stalking back in the direction of home. Jackie watch him go, his heart breaking for his brothers.

His heart broke all the more when JJ woke up. They crowded around his bed, Henrik growling at them to go him space, helping him to a sitting position.

“How’re you feeling, Jem?” Chase asked. JJ smiled weakly and opened his mouth to answer.

No sound came out.

No matter how much he tried, JJ couldn’t speak, tears filling his eyes as he realised he was unable to speak. Jackie didn’t say anything either, clenching his fists and fighting down his anger.

His heart split more when he found JJ, elbows bleeding, silently crying late one night and he could do nothing but hold his baby brother, could do nothing to take away the pain he was feeling.

His heart cracked further a week later when Chase came rushing into the house, screaming for Henrik. Marvin, draped over his shoulder, hanging limp, blood trickling slowly out of each ear.

His heart shattered into a million pieces when he visited Marvin after his brother woke up, staring at him blankly as Jackie spoke to his brother.

His heart shattered into a million pieces and was replaced with a burning ball of rage when he saw what Anti had done to his brothers.

His heart shattered and he vowed revenge, no matter the cost to himself.

After all - this was his fault.

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greennightspider · 6 years ago

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Admit it.

Summary: Eric and his Dauntless acquaintance have a mutually beneficial sleeping arrangement. But what happens when one of them trips up on the status quo?

Previous Chapters: Hold Me, One Look was all it Took

Eric x Rae-Lynn (Rae for short)

Turns out, Eric’s tactic was to basically starve Rae-Lynn out. Ever since that night he hadn’t been back since. They would train together, eat together, work together, and Eric acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. Which of course pissed off Rae even more.

Rae hated that nights without Eric lying beside her gave her no rest. She found it frustrating that Eric had this… hold on her. Like she needed him to function. She would toss and turn tangled in the sheets, instinctively reaching behind her to find nothing but an empty space and unfulfilled longing. Rae missed the comfort of warm arms around her sides, the sound of another person breathing in the emptiness of her apartment. Hell, she even missed his snoring.

And Rae knew it was affecting him too. Oh no doubt. She saw the bags under his eyes grow darker with every passing day. Rae tried to cover her own with a bit of make-up, not wanting to give Eric the satisfaction of actually seeing his plan take a toll on her.

But in Eric’s mind, he knew she would be the one to break sooner or later, because damn him if he was nothing but disciplined.

Another long day in Dauntless, and Eric had just finished washing the sweat off his hardened body after a particularly grueling training session. The warm water felt good running down his skin, although it was no replacement for the warmth of Rae’s body next to his. Shaking the thoughts from his head he wrapped himself in a towel and headed to his locker. Eric reasoned that if he couldn’t sleep, might as well do something useful, hoping the exhaustion would also help his body and his mind find some rest in his bed. His...bed. Not hers.

This past week had been harder than he thought. His sleep schedule wasn’t great before the arrangement, but without his human hot water bottle snuggling into him at night, sleep came harder to him than it had ever done in the past.

But there was no freakin way he was going to cave in first.

Erica slammed his locker door shut, but when he did he found Rae behind it. One hand on the neighboring locker and other on the belt of her dark grey cargo pants, with her eyes locked to the floor.

“Okay so maybe you did see something.”

“Oh did I.” Eric drawled sarcastically, flipping one of his towels over his shoulder. Rae raised an eyebrow, chalking up the extra flare to the lack of sleep. “And what was that?”

“Look dude, you can’t expect to snuggle up to a girl shirtless every single night without her getting… ideas. I mean look at you!” Rae gestured at him wildly exasperated, to which Eric raised an eyebrow, chalking up her flare to her lack of sleep.

“What about me?”

Rae then slitted her baggy eyes at Eric, trying to pierce through his questioning gaze to discern if he was actually that oblivious or just wanted to embarrass her more. “Oh shut up you know damn well you’ve got a body I could grate cheese on, and most chicks here drool over whenever you’re in the ring, or just EXISTING.”

“Oh do they now?” Eric smirked as you rolled your eyes. Watching Rae fidget uncomfortably running her fingers through her tousled black hair and then around the back of her neck was definitely a win for him. It meant you were on the ropes.

“Yeah and well look a girl’s got needs and you ain’t hideous so….yknw… cant blame it if I get heated once in a while its just biology!” Rae whined with her shoulders slumped, eyes to the ceiling. Oh Eric loved when he got what he wanted.

She grimaced and tried to avoid his face while she scratched her head. “So we cool?”

“Ask me nicely. I wanna hear you say it.” Eric cut through Rae’s smoke and mirror tactics with a knife. After almost a week and a half of beating around the bush he wanted to hear her get to the point.

“…so can you come over or what?” Rae tiredly asked, defeated and slumped.

“Hmmm…” Eric kissed his teeth as he looked at his beaten opponent up and down. “I’ll have go to with or what.”

And with that Eric brushed past Rae who’s mouth was left wide open, Eric more than pleased with his victory.

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“Stupid smartass.” Rae mumbled, slamming the door to her apartment shut, back home late again from another midnight training session. “Thinks he can make me admit shit then walk away like an asshole,” she cursed while throwing her keys at the wall before slamming her bedroom door open.

“Who the fuck he think he is?!” She threw her bag at the wall in a fit of rage, watching it slide down the wall. “Stupid toned ass.”

“Can you keep it the fuck down?”

Rae froze as she turned and finally noticed the figure in her bed, lying on his stomach with a sheet covering his lower half and one pillow half on his face.

“Tryna sleep here.”

Rae stood there like a stunned deer for a minute, watching his bare back rise and fall before shaking herself back into reality. “Thought you said or what.”

“Just get your ass into bed before I drag it in here.”

Without a word Rae took her jacket and socks off, too tired to argue or to play games right now. All she was thinking was that hopefully she could finally get a good night’s sleep with him around.

Rae shifted under the sheet and tried to pull up the blankets and get under his arm, trying to get comfortable, before she felt a hand twitch around her back, feeling her sports bra.

“Nuh-uh, you don’t wear it this time. Take it off.” He pulled the fabric and snapped it back.

Rae gulped. All the other times she slept with Eric she’d always worn a bra, Eric knew this damn well. And he knew she was looking at him with utter contempt but he didn’t care. “You just called me mean names. I feel hurt. It’s the least you could do.”

Rae-Lynn took in an annoyed breath knowing her swearing didn’t mean shit to him. But she did as she was told, sitting up, and taking her bra off. Rae threw it heatedly against the wall, Eric not missing the smack of the battered fabric.

“It’ll just be uncomfortable anyways, I’m just tryna help you.”

Rae rolled your eyes in the darkness as she put her singlet back on and settled back under the sheets. “Sure you are.”

Eric lifted his arm up and turned so he was snuggled against Rae’s back. “See isn’t that better.” He sleepily grumbled, taking Rae’s silence as a reluctant yes.

“You know I would teach you a lesson…” He all but growled, moving his hands dangerously up her torso, making Rae’s breath hitch in surprise when his hands pushed up under her breasts.

“But I’m just too fucking tired. Gnight.”

And before Rae could protest or even react the Dauntless leader was already snoring lightly in her ear. And normally, Rae would have made a fuss, possibly slapped him, or lay awake wondering if that shit was a joke or something else.

But after a week and a half of almost no sleep, she just didn’t have the energy to even process it. And so, rather than making a fuss Rae decided to leave the sleeping giant be. For now, she was just going to enjoy the fact she had her muscly bedwarmer back.

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hermannsgayhands · 7 years ago

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does hermanns cane have like...some kind of sentimental significance because i realized its just the solid wood kind without anything on the handle and those are Not comfortable for regular/longterm use. my first cane had a wooden handle and my hand got so sore even just going out a couple times a day (so probably not even as much as he would be using it in any given day bc its not like hes working from one single desk in the lab, theres a lot of standing and walking) and he rly seems like the kinda guy to care about functionality

(i know Realistically it was probably just that the costume department probably doesnt have a lot of cane users to be able to know this from personal experience But Obviously Im Going To Fixate On This and if ppl r gonna piece together explanations for massive plot inconsistencies i can let myself have this lol)

i Also know the kinda-sorta-canon-but-its-not-really-canon-canon reason for him using a cane is bc he was in the wrong place at the wrong time during a kaiju attack and it fucked up his hip but uh. my city now so I Propose:

needing a mobility aid when youre not old enough for it to be expected (so basically anywhere younger than Really Old) gets a lot of...attention...and its not usually positive, even if its not overtly negative its usually kind of just. weird and uncomfortable. people dont really know what to do with it and it gets awkward

and hermann was so much younger than everyone he would be spending most of his time around starting at such a young age, he was already set apart, he wasnt on equal social footing with his peers however much he was their equal (and then some, a lot of the time) intellectually and academically. even when people were nice and friendly and welcoming, there was always going to be that imbalance, because hes just a kid, hes just a teenager, hes just

and he tries not to Cave, because thats what he tells himself it is, rather than not wanting to be seen as even more different than he already is, because he thinks thats vanity, and he isnt vain. its something he can power through until he cant, and hes in labs staring at the clock with twenty minutes to go counting down the seconds until he can sit down and do something about his legs screaming at him to stop and taking all of his focus away from what hes trying to do, and twenty minutes turns into thirty, and forty, and eventually he starts dreading sitting down just because it means hes going to have to stand up again, but he can push through it, he keeps telling himself he can, until the room goes silent at the shattering of a beaker hitting the floor, and he realizes its coming from him

he usually works on assignments in the waiting room before physical therapy, but he cant put any pressure on his legs that time, even the thinnest binder he has too heavy to write on

and the physical therapist gives him a cane.

it looks like he came out of a hospital with it; at first he likes that, because its no-nonsense and simple, until everyone thinks it is from a hospital, and he has to explain no, its not, i didnt hurt myself, this isnt an injury, i know, im not actually too young for this to happen, thats not how this works—

arent you a little young for that was something he was used to hearing, but all the other times, he had been able to prove them wrong and impress. even after rattling off his conditions—he shouldnt have to, its not their business, he just wants to be able to walk, but they dont stop asking, they dont stop looking��theres nothing impressive about that, no satisfaction in proving them wrong.

he has one professor who uses a cane; shes old and withered like a tree that looks like it could break in the wind but thats been there for decades without falling, smoothly going from standing to sitting without enough of a break to it for anyone to take much notice, but hermann does, now

she gets tense, her breathing a little heavier, and she directs a wheely desk chair to where she needs it to be before smoothly sitting down without a break in her sentence. hes seen old faculty pictures of her, old enough that she wasnt yet, the same heavy wooden cane in her hand in each one even when her hair was still brown.

she knows what shes doing.

she makes eye contact with him on his way in the first day he uses the plain gray cane, just for a second, a second longer than she normally did, and she doesnt say anything that she wouldnt normally, the first person whose tone didnt change even a little when she called on him.

the staring and the questioning makes his chest twist a little less for the rest of the day.

his shoulder is killing him, though, his back below his shoulderblade a constant twinge that gets worse throughout the day the longer he stands, worse on lab days when he cant sit down much.

hes trying to reach that one spot with his fingers when the professor makes eye contact again.

she waves him over at the end with a question about a paper he had turned in a couple days before, but the question was such a simple clarification that hes sure it has to be something else—

“thats too tall for you,” she says, gesturing with her cane towards his. “stand up.”

he does.

“no, relax your shoulders, like you normally stand.”

he does.

she holds her hand flat with the side at his hip and scoots her chair forward, looking between the cane and hermann with slightly raised eyebrows, and he nods.

she clicks the little button on the side, twisting the two pieces until it lowers to the next notch.

“see how that feels,” she says, “itll wreck your back if its too high up.”

his back doesnt hurt after that, from an adjustment of just an inch and one look at him rubbing at his shoulder, not even asking why he uses it in the first place.

she knows what shes doing.

its more than that, hermann realizes, the more he watches and the more he picks up on from personal experience. she can command a room with it, walking with such purpose, even limping, her chin high and the rubber tip hitting the ground at the exact right moment for the exact right emphasis.

hes reluctant to use the word inspiring after the way hes heard it used about him, people like him, just doing what they need to do, but he holds his head higher, and eventually hes not just pretending that the twisting feeling in his chest from the feeling of eyes on the back of his head isnt there anymore, at least most of the time.

it feels like a wall thats been put up, but it feels safe, and he decides he would rather push someone away by not putting up with that sick-sweet way people started talking to him once he started using the cane than let them pretend they were being kind.

he was already plenty used to being coddled and talked down to and patronized for assumptions made based on his appearance; he knows it when he hears it, and hes hearing it loud and clear. if he couldnt prove them wrong and impress, he could at least keep that sick-sweet tone from sticking to his skin the way it used to, always leaving him feeling like he needed a shower.

it still doesnt stop all the questions.

its the end of the year when hes started looking at canes online.

he cant find any that he likes, partly because he feels like he shouldnt like it; its a piece of equipment, something to get around, and he had never put much thought into what his shoes looked like, so it doesnt feel like he should be so stuck on what his cane would look like.

his mind is made up for him when he comes in for his last lecture with the professor like an old tree, and she has a different cane.

he recognizes the brand from the google searches; its fiberglass, light and strong and expensive, matches the pale blue of her glasses, and he finds himself almost disappointed not to see the wooden one, attached to it even though it wasnt his own.

she waves him over at the end with a question about a paper.

all of his papers had already been plugged into his grades.

he doesnt know why his heart is thudding against his ribs when she pulls out something long and wrapped in newspaper from under her desk.

she had it shaved down to the right height, she tells him—its old, it wasnt made to be adjustable, and she says it like an apology, but hermanns eyes are stinging as he pulls apart the newspaper, a new rubber tip attached to the bottom, the handle still worn down in a couple places, and the cane that looks like it came from a hospital stays in the back of his closet after that.

#me: maybe this would be an interesting idea for a fic #me: basically accidentally writes a fucking fic #i might turn this into a fic at some point im way too into being able to project onto actual disabled characters instead of just like #making shit up based on canon stuff that was just never really gotten into lol #I Sincerely Hope The Read More On This Post Works And If Not I Apologize I Just Dont Know How To Shut Up

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hyunjins-bebe-blog · 6 years ago

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Primadonna Girl - K.W.J. AU

You were a model reaching the peak of your career, when your darling daddy just announced that you’re getting married to Kim Woojin, the heir of his best friend’s company.

Genre: Businessman!AU/Fluff/Some light Angst

Pairing: Woojin x Female Reader

A/N: this is the last chapter guys!!! I’ so incredibly proud of myself,,, i finally finished a freaking story!!! I have so many drafts on my laptop, and i just never seemed to finish any of them, they’re all just one page long, but i never continued. Thank u for ur support in this little thingy that i’ve written, i hope you’ll like the epilogue!!! And the next series i’ll release ((((((; i’ll tell y’all who it’ll be after the next upload. Love y’all! Enjoy this hehehe mwa

Word Count: 1441

Chapter 10/10

You and Woojin were now at the hotel, tired after a long time in the airport, waiting for your flight. The only exciting thing was that both of you were in first class, because of your guys’ status.

You were currently lounging on the hotel bed, reading a brochure from the company you were about to work with. Woojin was at the terrace the room came with, looking over the view of the temple in the distance. It was four in the afternoon, and the sun was close to setting. Your shoot was scheduled at five thirty, and you were weighing the probability of you being late. Mark was scheduled to arrive at the hotel thirty minutes later, failing to catch the same flight with you.

You get up and head to the bathroom, deciding on taking a bath for your skin to get refreshed. It was only twenty minutes and you were falling asleep, when someone knocked on the door. You wake up, attempting to sit up. The bath was full enough to cover your chest, but apparently, it wasn’t enough for Woojin to not freak out.

He poked his head in, eyes widening when he realized you were kind of naked. “What the hell, why are you naked!” he shouted, closing his eyes and leaning on the door. Your muffled voice from the inside shouted about what kind of person you were to bathe with clothes on.

He shook his head, “Anyways, Mark is here, and a manager told me to tell you to be on standby, you’re leaving in twenty minutes.”

With that remark, you rush to get ready, realizing you left your dress (really, all you owned were dresses since putting on two articles of clothing took way too much energy) on the bed. So you just suck it up and put on your underwear, leaving the bathroom with a towel on.

Unsurprisingly, Woojin shrieked again, complaining that you’re breaking the first rule. You roll your eyes and slip on the orange romper, slipping on your sandals before going to Mark’s room.

“Knock knock,” you say, peeking inside the room to see your trusty make up assistant eating an overpriced hamburger he ordered off of room service. His eyes widen as he sees you, making a noise as a greeting as you let yourself in, looking at what the television was playing.

“So, I heard you’re getting married,” he says, putting the meat sandwich down and wiping off the grease surrounding his lips.

You roll your eyes, “Oh Tuan, if you actually put your good looks to use and woo someone, I’m sure you’d win someone over.” You settled on your make-up chair, which he insisted on carrying over to every shoot, just for you guys to be aesthetic. He actually gifted it to you on your sixteenth birthday, and the first time you get paid for something, you bought these pouches that hold makeup to hang at the side of the chair, as well as this fancy black suitcase for all the makeup samples he gets.

Mark rolls his eyes, although four years older than you, you guys acted like best friends since he was there for you from the very beginning. As he gets started on your face, you remember the time when he was still a beginner, experimenting on your face and laughing when you get a pimple from an irritating foundation he put on you.

“Hey,” you begin to say as he puts on eye shadow on you.

He mumbles a ‘what’, concentrating on blending the pigments on your lid.

“Can you be like, walk me down the aisle.” He stops and reels back, looking at you weirdly. You blink open and see him judging you, and you begin to whine.

“Come on! You’re like, my best friend, and yeah i know what you’re gonna say, but you’ve been there for me longer than my dad has been, and you know...” you trail off, failing to make up more excuses. Sure it would be controversial for your dad not to walk you down the aisle, but he didn’t deserve it.

He thinks about it for a moment, before smiling at you fondly. “Fine, I’ll walk you.” He ruffles your hair, making you whine some more.

After finishing your look, the two of you head down to the hotel lobby, meeting up with the manager for her to take you to the venue.

...

The shoot was successful, the photographer taking advantage of the golden hour. The diamonds you wore on your ears shined, along with the highlight on your cheekbones. The bridge you shot in overlooked the ocean, making the scene look so magical, and you were thankful that you were allowed to shoot there. Honestly? You looked bomb af.

You looked like you were dipped in honey, and you were being praised by the different personnel, claiming that after this was published, you would rise to even more success. You were feeling so happy, and you just got even happier when you spotted Woojin.

It was already night time, and the staff allowed you two to take a stroll while they packed up equipment. You were both walking around, swinging your hands back and forth. You ended up back at the bridge, and most of the equipment was cleared. They were now trying to shove them back into the van, playing a dangerous game of tetris.

You enjoyed the night breeze, laying your head on Woojin’s shoulder, his arm snaking around your waist.

“Hey,” he whispered, looking out into the blue.

“Hey.” You whispered back, the wind and the sound of the waves crashing over rocks almost drowning out your voice.

Suddenly, Woojin turns to you. “You did great earlier.”

You smirked, loving the compliment. “I know, you really should be thankful that you’re marrying me. I mean, when will you ever get the chance to spend you whole entire life with someone as gorgeous as me?” Sure you were over confident, but Woojin would have to deal with that, he was stuck with you, after all.

His eyes never leaved yours. “Yeah, you’re probably the most gorgeous person I’ve ever met. Sure you’re a bit bitchy, but we can always work on that,” he chuckled at your expression. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life. These past days have been so much fun, and believe me when I say my life is boring. It’s always work, work, work, and you’ve showed me so much emotion that my black and white world got corrupted with color. I know that with all these going on, I haven’t had the time to properly propose to you, but while you were out here flaunting, I’ve stumbled upon this little antique shop and got you a little something.”

You were speechless. It didn’t cross your mind that you didn’t have an engagement ring, or the fact that Woojin hasn’t proposed to you yet.

He took out a little pouch from his pocket, fumbling over the strings. “I hope you like it. I know it isn’t as fancy and as shiny as all the other rings you’ve worn in your lifetime, but it’s pretty cool, if I do say so myself.”

You laughed as he opened the brown bag, revealing a white gold band with an oval cut diamond right at the center of it. Your eyes widened, realizing how expensive this is, and the fact that it was old...

You let out a tiny little gasp as Woojin got down on one knee. You could hear other gasps too, most likely the crew you worked with.

“So, let’s make this simple, will you make me the happiest man alive, fill my world with color, let me tame you,” at this point you were laughing, full on knowing that those are your father’s words, “Will you marry me? Please?”

His eyes were shining, solely focused on you. You can’t help but let a tear fall as you nod, letting him slip on the ring. It fit perfectly, like it was made to be yours.

“I got a little help from the staff, they let me get your ring size.” Woojin chuckled as he stood up, trapping you in his embrace.

Claps and hollers were heard from far away, and the two of you turn to see Mark jumping up and down wildly, shouting “That’s the girl y’all called arrogant! Look at her now with the man of your dreams!”

You both laughed, looking back at each other, sharing your first kiss. He leaned his forehead onto yours, smiling brightly.

“I could get used to this.”

Epilogue

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thetrashywritingwitch · 6 years ago

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Yay requests are open!! Ok so i saw a bunch of Kitune Bakugou on tumblr and it reminded me of this anime called Kamisama Kiss and so possibly, can you do a kitsune bakugou and male reader who works at a shrine where like he could be cleaning the shrine or some chore when he runs across bakugou? Thank you! Its ok if you dont want to or stray away from the concept, itll still be amazing *0*

After that piece by @teddyiguess i had a strong urge to write something a bit poetic with extravagant description. Hopefully i did it a bit of justice! Also i’m in love with whole Kitsune Bakugo AU though I have no clue where it originated because there’s no official art of him like this, unlike the Oni Kirishima art :P

I really love the designs by paglykos and willowarts for his design inspiration!

Thunder crescendos as if echoed across a mountain range of violent violet and loud drops of orange the shade of fresh mandarins, wide and vast before dispersing across an open air valley. The air reeks of thick and splintered raindrops mixed with damp soil and flooded tree bark.

A well-worn set of stone steps sat within the flooded dirt and led up, up, up to a single shrine, deep within the dense damp forest. Rain padded against the wooden roof as leaves flooded the crevices and swam down to meet the growing pile of light branches on the ground. On all sides but one thick trees, older than time and wiser than the nearby owls, stacked neatly and became more dense the farther back the woods grew, unmanaged and untamed by man. They’d seen people come and go to pray at the shrine, leave silent offerings to the spirits of the forest whom were never seen nor heard, and retreat back down the winding stone steps into the village on the other side of the hill.

Aside from those offering prayers, only one tended to the shrine regularly.

Humming to the song of rain and drums of thunder you swept the light layer of dust and blown leaves from inside the shrine, the swish of straw like a gentle scrape against the floors that, despite their age, never creaked.

You grew up in the village below, trained by the elderly woman who eventually grew too weak to climb the cumbersome steps to the shrine herself, to tend the old building. No one knew who built the shrine, for it was here long before groups migrated towards the hills where farming conditions were more favorable and the landscape helped shield the village from harsh sun in the summer and bitter wind in the winter.

So, now it was your duty to keep up the shrine. Starting in the middle room you swept: corner to corner, wall to wall, until the floors were bare once more. Against one of the walls perched a statue of a Kitsune, the spirit of the forest which those in the village prayed to for prosperity, intelligence, and good luck. Inlaid with rubies and details of gold, the stone statue loomed over the room with hand-carved eyes as if watching whoever set foot into the shrine to make sure ho harm befell the area. These eyes kept you keenly aware and busy, for every time you paused in your sweeping you swore you could feel the ruby eyes staring straight through you like a watchful parent. You never lingered long as a result.

A loud crack of thunder boomed well above the treeline outside, but you could feel it in your bones, reverberating against your ribs like an echo. Lighting lit the shrine, briefly warding off the darkness of the cloudy sky before returning to the dim setting which gave it an almost ghostly feel compared to the golden light that normally poured in on warm sunny days.

“So cold…” you said, taking your hands and cupping warm breaths in a futile attempt to ward off the numb chill in your fingertips. With your back to the Kitsune statue you continued to sweep, concentrating on finishing the task so you could rest a moment and hope for the rain to - hopefully - pass, before you made your way back down towards the village.

Two sets of ruby eyes now watched you.

“There…I think that’s it.” You turned around to sweep the debris out the entryway when a flick of movement caught in the corner of your eye. Stilling your broom with a white-knuckle grip you looked up towards what should have been only the familiar stare of the stone Kitsune statue, but instead something else greeted your eyes.

A figure stood directly in front of the statue, and if it wasn’t for the slight twitch of fur ruffled by the occasional gust of chilled wind winding its way through the rooms, you’d have sworn it was also a statue.

Your mouth grew horribly dry as you stared at the figure, who seemed a tangible human form of the deity encased in stone. He stood tall and proud in the dim grey-blue light, but his crimson eyes seemed to capture and reflect every speck of light in the room like fire with how mesmerized you were. His attire was far different than that of anyone in the village, bright orange and dark black mixed with white and the occasional speck of dark green. Ears sat on top of his spiked mess of pale blonde hair, the stillness of his body almost jarring when any of his many tails - there were seven in total - twitched even slightly.

He took a silent step towards you, and you took a noisy step back.

“You are the one that keeps the shrine from looking a mess, right?” he said, breaking the heavy silence. His voice was raspy and dark and dripped with the weight of superiority the Kitsune knew he held.

You nodded, mouth agape, nearly dropping your broom but catching it before it clattered to the ground.

“Where are my offerings? Three days have gone and none have come but you,” he said with an accusatory point in your direction. He was as beautiful as he was commanding.

Gulping, your voice returned but only barely. “Rain has prevented the villagers from coming-”

“But you still came,” the Kitsune argued.

“…Yes. It is my duty and responsibility to watch over the shrine. Rain would not keep me away.” With only wall behind you there was nowhere to go as the Kitsune padded his way towards you until only the broom in your hands stood between, elegant tails swishing rhythmically behind him.

“I watch you, you know. To make sure you clean it properly. The old woman, devout as she was, wasn’t great with the sweeping and dusting and polishing. I’m glad she got someone a bit more spry to keep it as it should be kept,” he said while examining his long crimson claws in an almost bored fashion. Had he picked up human mannerisms over the decades and centuries.

“Uh…oh! Sorry! Forgive me oh great Kitsune!” You just then realized how absolutely rude it was to stand there like a fool, and dropped the broom with a clatter onto the floor before kneeling down and bowing at his bare feet. The floor was cold from the damp air and rain, chilling your face and hands even further. He sighed before nudging you with said foot.

“Get up, shrine-cleaner.” Shuffling quickly to your feet you stared into ruby eyes. A clawed hand came up and you stilled as a calloused thumb wiped invisible dirt from your cheek. “Almost perfect.”

He then looked down and noticed your shivering hands wringing together to bring back warm bloodflow with little success. Suddenly warm hands - larger than your own - cupped your fingers as a gentle orange glow surrounded them. Every ounce of cold in your bones disappeared immediately.

“T-thank you, oh Great Kitsune-”

“Drop the formalities, it makes me sound old,” he interrupted before dropping your hands and positioning his own on his hips. “I’m Bakugo Katsuki, spiritual guardian of this forest. Got it?”

You bowed low. “Yes! Got it!”

“Good. Stand up.” You stood up. “I hate the rain and the cold it brings, so I wandered in here and showed myself to you, wanting to see if you’d run. You didn’t, so you aren’t a coward.” Turning away he walked back towards the statue and sat against it before a finger beckoned you closer. Who were you to deny his request?

“Sit.” You sat. “Keep me company as the rain passes, shrine-cleaner. I haven’t talked to someone in almost ten years,” he said with a curious smirk.

And so, you did.

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mousepatrol · 7 years ago

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8.28.17

Yooo

Ok so today wasn’t so bad. I still don’t have internet btw, which is jjust so cool ofc… I woke up at 730 and chilled in bed for a lil b4 I got up and got dressed and got all ready for school. Catherine had to drive me bc my car was in the shop so we left at like 810 and got there around 830ish and we parked at horsebarn hill, which they added more commuter parking to! Yay! My class was in hicks so it was right there and then I had INTERNET! So I posted my replies yaaaaaaaaaay!

The first class I had was wetlands ecology and the guy doesn’t talk very loud but honestly he was kinda funny and seemed like a nice dude so I think its gonna be good and not too hard. We did an activity and for part of it you had to find someone who had been to minesota, and when we finished he called on me bc I had been there. It was weird, he asked weird questions that I couldn’t answer like which suburb was my family from??? And I had no clue… I just said we go to st paul. I guess he did his degree there so he thought I knew shit but im from cali baby sorry

Next class was in the basement of ITE so I had to RUN omg. Its already hard enough to go downhill from there to hicks, and going up sucked. But the second class was intimate relationships and OH BOY im excited for this class! The teacher sounds gay first of all which is cool even if hes not gay, and its about all SORTS off interesting things that I kinda just think I should know about. He specifically noted that hes going to try to be inclusive and we are going to talk about non hetero things which is GREAt. I drafted an email to send when im on campus tomorrow with questions about honors conversion and his research and stuff so I rly hope he replies

So then I went to the gym and did arms, and MAN my pump was awesome. I could pull 100 on the lat pulldown doing chinup grip and I could only pull like 80 last semester! I felt pumped. It wasn’t so busy bc I went at like 1130 when everyone was eating lunch so it was great yaaaaay! So then I showered and I met my dad so that he could get lunch and I could eat mine, and then I had to run nd get my last HPV vaccine shot and it hurt but I did great hehe and now im ALL DONE. No more fuckin needles for a while thank god. My arm is gonna be sore for like 4 dayss though, so that’s why I did arms today lol

Then we went and got my car and the tires apparently are worn down in weird spots so its kind of a bumpy ride but I mean… I will survive I guess. We also ran to target (altho I was fucking dying I was so tired) and we got a bike. We brought it back and at first I was having major issues and it was being shti and I thought it might not be good, but I took it around again and actually I think itll be fine. So hopefully thatll help me get around campus because last year I was fast walking a lot abd honestly like what the fuck. ALSO the buses are fucked up because theres a road closure and basically you cant get anywhere so I wanted a bike to jst be able to go fast. Its in my trunk and im gonna use it tomorrow… wish me luck

I came home and my dad eventually left and he gave me a card that had 140$ in it omg thank god I can actually pay for groceries while I wait for paychecks for a month. I took a shift Wednesday n ight with Meagan so things should get moving in that respect, I hope. Aw shit I GOTTA remember to bring my work clothes on Wednesday then, wow. I should have time to change and stuff. Ill also need two meals… ill figure it out I guess uhh

Btw I was so annoyed bc I cried a little when my dad left because I feel so bad that HE feels sad about leaving and it just makes me feel shitty… im in this weird limbo where like… he is still mean to me sometimes and he does bad things but its not as bad as it used to be but the past still HAPPENED sso I mean? Im not forgiving him and I cant ever feel comfortable around him and I just. I guess I feel like I should never feel sad abt it and im really not I just. Idk. Im not really sure rn.

Made some food and chatted with Catherine a bit, almost burnt my nachos but I saved them. The broiler is quite hot here. Then I excused myself at like 930 because omg I needed to fucking write like, im gonna get nothing done if I just get stuck talking to Catherine for hours every night. But tomorrow im coming home at like 330 and she wont be here for 2 hrs after that so hopefully I can chill and maybe make rice then and get a head start on things… that would be good. I have to do some reading for both of my classes so far but im not good at reading during the week, I might see if I can wait and read it/catch up/read ahead on the weekend when I have more time. Catherine will also be gne then and it’s a 3 day weekend so I think thatll work out well honestly

Well I gotta go to bed now I have a class at 930 and I gotta go early to work out this bike so bye

#strong blogs #8.28.17

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