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mimisempai · 2 years ago

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The beginning of something new

Summary:

Dream is walking towards "The New Inn". Would Hob have waited for him? Will Dream have a chance to repair the possibility of a friendship he rejected more than a hundred years ago?

Notes:

New to this ship but already head over heels for them...

On AO3

Rating T - 1707 words

Dream stood in front of the ruins of the inn as the last words he had said to Hob echoed in his head.

"You... dare suggest one such as I might need your companionship."

Had he ruined any chance of friendship, just like that inn was ruined?

The hundred years in this glass cage had allowed him to think about many things and one of the people he always came back to was Hob.

Hob and his desire to live.

Hob and his almost sickly optimism.

Hob and his incredible clairvoyance.

"So, I think you're here for something else."

"And what might that be?"

"Friendship."

"I think you're lonely."

Of course Hob was right, and that was the very reason Dream had been so hard on him and almost ran away from the inn that night.

Of course he was lonely.

Ever since his encounter with Hob in 1689, when the man had lost everything, was in a pitiful state and yet didn't call for death, Dream knew that the experiment was over.

What had started with interest and curiosity had grown into a kind of attachment.

He had witnessed the man's good and bad choices, his mistakes and his attempt to fix them, successful or not. It had become clear to Dream that Hob did what he could with what life gave him. He assumed his choices, whatever they were.

Dream had seen him be proud and ashamed, rich and poor, at his lowest and highest places. But never so desperate as to want to die.

And always genuine with him.

Even when Dream had looked down on him and turned his back, Hob had not retreated. He didn't go back on his words in the hope of gaining Dream's good graces again.

He had chased him out of the inn and continued to scream behind him.

"I'll tell you what, I'll be here in 100 years' time. If you're here then too, it'll be because we're friends. No other reason, right?"

Dream had not answered of course.

But now, almost a hundred and fifty years later, in front of the ruined inn, he wondered how long Hob had waited for him at that place in 1989.

His eyes fell on the red tag at the bottom of the wall that served as a fence, The New Inn followed by an arrow to the right.

Without much hope, he followed the red line to the end and looking up he saw it just past a small green space, on a sign above the window of what appeared to be a bar, "The New Inn".

He slowly crossed the green space, indifferent to the tall grass that brushed his slacks or to the light breeze that shook the leaves above him, he had his eyes only fixed on the small establishment.

Would he be there?

His reason told him that it was impossible for Hob to have come here to wait for him when today wasn't even the date, or even the year they met every hundred years. Not to mention the way he had behaved the last time they had seen each other.

But Dream wouldn't be Dream if he didn't have hope in humanity.

Hope in Hob.

He opened the door of the inn and no sooner had he taken a few steps than he spotted him, sitting at a table, alone as always.

Hob was concentrating on the papers in front of him, a glass of beer beside him. Dream walked towards him without taking his eyes off him.

Then Hob seemed to realize someone was coming towards him so he looked up and Dream saw the exact moment he realized he was there.

The moment their eyes met, he saw the surprise in his eyes and didn't look away.

Then a warm smile slowly grew on his lips and he said in a cheeky tone, "You're late."

The relief was so intense that Dream couldn't hold back his own smile. Probably the most sincere one since they knew each other and then he uttered, "It seems I owe you an apology. I've always heard it is impolite to keep one's friends waiting."

Hob smiled again, understanding in his eyes, and Dream took a seat in the chair across from him, his smile never leaving his face.

He said to him, "Death says hi."

Hob tilted his head in puzzlement, "Death?"

Dream explained, "The young woman who accompanied me the first time we met. The one who granted you not to die."

Hob swallowed and replied, "Is that why you are here? To bring me to her?"

Dream chuckled softly and reassured Hob, "No, she will only come for you the day you ask."

Hob shook his head and replied, "You can return my regards to her then."

He took a sip of his beer and said, his little smile deepening the dimple on his chin, "Death, Hob... don't you think if we're friends, after all this time, I'd have the right to know your name?"

How could Dream deny him that, when without even knowing who he really was, without even knowing if he would show up, Hob had been waiting for him here for years?

He held out his hand to Hob over the table, "My name is Dream."

"Dream?"

Hob took the outstretched hand and squeezed it as he continued, "It suits you... pretty well. Nice to meet you, Dream."

They held hands for longer than propriety required. Dream didn't feel like letting go of the warm, strong grip.

When they let go of each other's hand, his gaze fell on the papers laid out in front of Hob and he asked, "What is this?"

Hob leaned back in his seat and taking his pen he pointed to the papers in front of him, " These, dear Dream, are copies that I have to grade."

Dream rested his chin on the palm of his hand and asked, a little surprised, "Are you a teacher?"

Hob, not offended by his surprise, nodded.

"May I ask what you teach?"

Hob's face became serious again as he answered, "History and specifically the history of human rights."

Dream commented, "Interesting choice."

Hob hesitated a bit before answering, "I... I know for a fact that I've made a lot of bad choices, more than good ones for that matter. So I feel that with my knowledge of the world, maybe I can make a difference by educating the younger generations so they don't make the same mistakes I did."

"I've been up, and been down, and been up again. Have I learned aught? I've learned from my mistakes, but I've had more time to commit more mistakes."

Dream clearly remembered Hob's words just before their downfall and said softly to him, "I think you've really learned something and your students will have no better teacher than you who has experienced what you teach, from the good and the bad sides of the fence."

Dream placed his hand on Hob's as he toyed with his pen and continued, "You are a good person, Hob Gadling."

Hob, clearly embarrassed by the compliment, shook his head and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Dream held it back firmly, "Believe me, I've known mankind since the dawn of time, I know a good person when I see one. You are a good man."

Hob seemed to struggle for a few moments before giving in and Dream felt his hand loosen under his.

"So tell me, what have you been doing all this time?"

Hob withdrew his hand and raising his hand he said with a snicker, "For that I will need a second beer. I'm not asking if you'll have one, I've noticed that you don't drink or eat when we meet."

"Well, it's never too late to change." retorted Dream.

A few moments later the waiter brought them their drinks and Hob raised his glass in Dream's direction and said, "To something new."

Dream clinked his glass against his and Hob told him his story.

They were on their third cup of coffee when they decided it was time to call it a night.

Hob said sheepishly, "I have classes to teach tomorrow."

Dream nodded with understanding and after paying the bill, they both headed for the door.

Once outside, they stood in silence for a few moments in front of the door, neither of them ready to say the words that would really end the meeting.

"A hundred years, then? "

"A hundred years."

Hob was the first to break the silence, "After so many years believing I had lost you... euh I mean your friendship, I'm so happy now that I could kiss you."

Dream looked at him with a half smile on his lips and replied, "Why don't you?"

Hob chuckled and retorted, "Not until the first date."

"What? In a hundred years?"

Hob challenged him with his eyes and replied softly, "Why not in twenty-four hours?"

He didn't wait for an answer and turned on his heels to take the path to his house.

"Hob?"

He stopped and turned to Dream, who hadn't moved.

Dream gauged him with his eyes as he so often did and said softly, almost in a whisper, "See you tomorrow."

Hob tried to hide his surprise but couldn't quite manage it, then nodded and replied, "See you tomorrow... Dream."

He didn't turn around fast enough to stop Dream from seeing the smile that lit up his face and the Lord of Dreams felt that strange warmth inside him again.

The same warmth he felt every time he saw Hob waiting for him as he opened the door of the inn.

As he was leaving he witnessed Hob making a kind of small hopping step and could not help but chuckle.

Suddenly Matthew came to land on his shoulder and croaked in his ear, "Should I conclude that we'll be back tomorrow?"

Dream looked serious and replied, "I'll be back tomorrow, you will stay in The Dreaming."

"But-"

Dream closed the raven's mouth with his hand, "Not another word."

Then he continued walking, smiling in anticipation.

Pleased that this time he didn't have a hundred years to wait, but only a few hours.

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Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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mouisorange · 4 years ago

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☰ Yandere Personality Types 〔Big Five〕

☰ Overview

〔Disclaimer〕 Yandere behavior and mindsets are not healthy, nor should they be sought after: this is just meant to be a fun way to analyze characters and see/understand how they may fit into this specific genre of fictional horror.

This personality ‘assessment’ was inspired by @ddarker-dreams‘s ‘Yandere MBTI’ as I adore their writing and have always thought that their MBTI assessment is really cool! I also noticed how other people enjoy it so I thought I would make my own assessment, though mine is inspired by the ‘Big Five Personality Traits’. I even tried to be creative and add in the little circles that you can find on the actual Big Five assessment too (which is 100% free btw!). I don’t really think I did the Big Five assessment justice, and I think that a lot more goes into the complexities around this kinda thing, but hopefully this is somewhat interesting!

If you have your own thoughts or even wanna try this out, 100% feel free to use or talk to me about it! Check it out below the cut!

☰ OPEN • • • • • CLOSED

〔Open〕 yanderes are blatant about their obsession. They do not try and hide it either because they believe it’s meant to be, because they’re too deep in their delusions to understand that it might be a good idea to keep their mouth shut, or simply because they’re in a position to not care about hiding their interest. Usually, this type of yandere is either seen as somewhat of a ‘lovesick puppy’ or a powerful character; though, being a ‘lovesick puppy’ doesn’t necessarily mean kind or affectionate. Whether it was ‘love at first sight’ or more of a slow-burn, these characters usually roll with their feelings with little to no hesitation. Situations with this type of yandere usually include darlings who are unaware of the yandere’s emotions (or even their existence) until they’re suddenly confronted, kidnapped, or confessed to seemingly out of the blue.

examples︙Anasui 〔 jjba. Stone Ocean〕, Diavolo & Doppio 〔 jjba. Golden Wind〕, Pina 〔Beastars〕, & Zeke Yeagar 〔Attack on Titan〕.

〔Closed〕 yanderes try to hide their obsessive mindset or behaviors. While they might not always be successful at hiding their interest, closed yandere types are either ashamed/embarrassed by their feelings or are frustrated by them in some way. Usually this type of yandere will ignore/avoid their darling in hopes of losing their feelings, or pretend their feelings don’t exist. This type of yandere is either upset at themselves for having these feelings or upset at their darling for ‘making’ them feel that way. Darling can possibly see their behavior coming and try to avoid the character, but this type of yandere is likely to ‘snap’ at some point and somehow corner their darling as an attempt at controlling their obsession or feelings (though, sometimes this is just the yandere trying to excuse their behavior).

examples︙Avdol〔jjba. SDC〕, Legoshi 〔Beastars〕, Alucard 〔Castlevania〕, & Klaus Hargreeves 〔The Umbrella Academy〕.

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 How does their behavior shift when they realize they’re obsessed?

〔 ⅱ. 〕 What are their opinions on their darling? Does this character adore them? Do they blame darling for their behavior (if so, are they angry about it)?

〔 ⅲ. 〕 How comfortable is this yandere with their feelings and/or actions in regards to their darling?

☰ CASUAL • • • • • DIRECT

〔Casual〕 yanderes do not actively pursue their darling. This type of character is typically laid-back. They either believe that darling will inevitably fall ‘into line’ or is mellow enough to be content with simply being in darling’s life. Casual yanderes are either delusional or are not possessive enough to want more than close friendship from their darling. Though it usually takes a specific type of character for this, some yanderes here believe that they’re already in a relationship with their darling and therefore feel no need to chase after them. This kind of character can confuse their darling, and make it more difficult to get away, as their behavior can be waived off if the character is perceived as harmless, gains darling’s sympathy in some way, or otherwise is not vocal about their delusional thinking/is charming enough to convince darling to just go along with it. Some of these characters are willing to let go if darling catches on early enough, though most will just slowly follow behind regardless of what darling does (though this behavior/these reactions will definitely vary/be different depending on the character).

examples︙ Mista 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Luther Hargreeves 〔The Umbrella Academy〕, Connie Springer 〔Attack on Titan〕, & Cater Diamond 〔Twisted Wonderland〕.

〔Direct〕 yanderes, as their name suggests, directly or actively pursue their darling. Usually strict or over-bearing, these characters actively chase after their darling’s affections (or otherwise whatever goal relationship the yandere wants). This yandere makes organized, sometimes step by step, plans in order to achieve their goal. It depends on the character whether they get angry when plans have to be changed or if they just shift their angle, however, these characters are focused and will not be discouraged should darling fight against their plans. If anything, some of these characters will be encouraged by their darling fighting back for various reasons (for example, if they’re delusional or just thing it’s a part of the whole ‘chase’ thing/enjoy it). These characters will almost never give up on their darling regardless of what happens.

examples︙ Giorno Giovanna 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Armin Arlert 〔Attack on Titan〕, Rook Hunt 〔Twisted Wonderland〕, & Jason Todd 〔DC Comics〕.

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 How goal-oriented is this character, especially when it comes to their darling?

〔 ⅱ. 〕 How lenient is this character? Are they trying to force a bee-line to a relationship with their darling or are they willing to play the long game?

〔 ⅲ. 〕 Is this character organizing a plan in order to achieve their goal(s)? Or are they completely winging it? If they’re winging it, are they just hoping that everything will naturally fall into place, or do they genuinely believe it’s fated to happen?

☰ DISCREET • • • • • INTENSE

〔Discreet〕 yanderes either do not have overly strong yandere behaviors or are able to hide said traits enough to be seen as ‘normal’. These characters will usually hide their behavior, regardless of the reasons, in order to have a normal relationship with their darling. While similar to closed character types, discreet yanderes differ in the sense that they usually do not struggle to hide their behavior, and will slowly (or suddenly, depending on the situation, one situation being kidnapping) merge this persona with their actual personality so that darling has no reason to want to leave. While not all characters within this category are fully aware of their behavior, most are intentionally manipulative and have some kind of end goal. They’re not ashamed of this mindset as they believe their reasons (such as “protecting” darling from something) excuse any tears that their darling might shed directly because of this yandere’s actions later on in the ‘relationship’. The period between “normal” and whatever end goal will vary based on the character. This type’s darling can have friends, and even other relationships to an extent (though this does vary), they’ll usually end up reaching the yandere’s goal without knowing about their behavior up until it’s too late to do anything about it.

examples︙ Risotto Nero 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Louis 〔Beastars〕, Lilia Vanrouge 〔Twisted Wonderland〕, & Sinbad 〔Magi〕.

〔Intense〕 yanderes can be defined by their possessiveness, or otherwise intense behavior/mindset/emotions. This type of yandere will usually want to either isolate or monopolize their darling’s time in it’s entirety. While the character might not isolate themselves, they’ll do what they can in order to ensure that their darling is focused solely on them (or whatever goal yandere has in mind). Intense yanderes tend to come off as over-bearing or as harassers/bullies. Depending on their other traits, they will either direct their focus on getting other people away from darling or direct their focus on somehow getting darling away from other people (usually involving kidnapping or isolating them in their home). These characters have a tendency to be either cruel or manipulative and darling might believe that their yandere hates them in some way, even if the character says otherwise.

examples︙ Illuso 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Melon 〔Beastars〕, Kouen Ren 〔Magi〕, & Leona Kingscholar 〔Twisted Wonderland〕.

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 How well would this character take rejection? Do they try and rationalize the rejection or do they just accept it (even taking whatever darling said to heart)?

〔 ⅱ. 〕 Can this character handle their darling having friendships? How do they react to darling spending periods of time without them?

〔 ⅲ. 〕 Does this yandere need (or want?) to spend every waking (and sleeping) moment with darling? If so, what is time spent with this yandere like?

☰ AGREEABLE • • • • • CONTROLLING

〔Agreeable〕 yanderes seem to genuinely care about their darling and see their darling as a breathing person with their own thoughts/feelings. These characters put their darling before themselves, sometimes going as far as seeing them as someone to worship or put on a pedestal, and believe that darling is better than them in some way. In some cases, they see darling as being unable to do anything wrong (to an extent). They’re willing to debate rights or loosen rules/chains (if they even decided to do chain darling in the first place) with darling and are willing to listen to what they have to say. This yandere’s end goal usually involves some kind of genuine relationship, regardless of how delusional that might be.

examples︙ Haru 〔Beastars〕, Floch Forster 〔Attack on Titan〕, Tim Drake 〔DC Comics〕, & Vanya Hargreeves 〔The Umbrella Academy〕.

〔Controlling〕 yanderes do not view their darling as equal, either seeing them as childish (in the sense that they don’t understand things or can’t), seeing them as some kind of pet/trophy, or somewhere in-between. They usually do not care about their darling’s thoughts, feelings, or general well-being. Usually the only thing this yandere cares about is controlling their darling, the connection they have to their darling is the only important thing when it comes to darling as a person. Some of these characters even go as far as not minding if darling dies as long as they still view darling as being theirs (example being, if prince charming kept his princess asleep in order to keep princess to himself). While end goals will vary from yandere to yandere, those in this category typically don’t care how darling feels as long as they’re getting what they want from darling.

examples︙ Kars 〔jjba. Battle Tendency〕, Judar 〔Magi〕, Cioccolata 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, & Diavolo 〔 jjba. Golden Wind〕.

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 Does this yandere view darling as a human with their own thoughts/feelings or is darling more of a possession/plaything?

〔 ⅱ. 〕 Is darling’s mental or physical well-being important to this character?

〔 ⅲ. 〕 How many rights does darling have and how quickly are said rights taken away/given back? Are they ever given back? What are the yandere’s motives in taking/giving these rights?

☰ RESILIENT • • • • • FRAGILE

〔Resilient〕 yanderes will almost never become discouraged. They’re confident in the sense that they know they’ll eventually achieve their goal. This type of character is willing to spend years trying to either break down their darling or otherwise induce a sort of ‘Stockholm syndrome’. Characters who heavily stalk their darling tend to fall into this category. More so, resilient yanderes are not likely to have any sort of breakdown over their darling, regardless of the situation. They’re strong in their thought process, and are not willing to change their mind-set/behavior towards their darling (or anyone else).

examples︙ Ibuki 〔Beastars〕, Bruno Bucciarati 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Jade Leech 〔Twisted Wonderland〕, & Shigaraki Tomura 〔My Hero Academia 〕.

〔Fragile〕 yanderes, as their name suggests, are ‘fragile’ in their goals or mind-set. Usually this type of yandere is either meek or feel overly guilty about their mind-set/behaviors. These characters can be easily swayed by their darling in some way, and they can get distracted from their end-goal if darling plays their cards right. More adoring, worshipper yanderes tend to fall in this category. Characters here usually do not like upsetting their darling and (at times) are desperate for their darling’s approval. While not an inherently manipulative category, fragile yanderes will use methods like gaslighting in order to avoid any kind of confrontation.

examples︙ Pesci 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Allison Hargreeves 〔The Umbrella Academy〕, Jack 〔Beastars〕, & Niccolo 〔Attack on Titan〕.

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 How emotional/insecure is this character?

〔 ⅱ. 〕 Is this character confrontational, or would they rather avoid any kind of confrontation by whatever means necessary (such as gaslighting or blackmailing others in the situation)?

〔 ⅲ. 〕 How patient are they? How long are they willing to wait and/or bide their time in order to achieve some sort of goal?

﹝☼﹞

#☰ Yandere Personality Types #yandere theory #Yandere Big Five #Yandere #origin post #MBTI

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moon-light-jukebox · 3 years ago

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A Truth Universally Acknowledged - [Hotch x Reader] - Chapter 5

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Summary: Where do we go from here?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Content Warning: A bit of angst. A fair dose of fluff.

A/n: This final chapter is a love letter to those of you who have loved this series since the beginning. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

-- Chapter 5 --

My first thought was that I was warm.

Not the sort of warmth that comes from being bundled up in a warm blanket in a cold room. Not the kind of warmth that comes from standing in the sun.

Warmth seemed to surround me and seep into my bones, chasing away a chill that I had carried with me for so long.

As my mind slowly floated back towards consciousness, I tried to think of a word to describe this feeling.

Safe, I thought.

I felt his fingertips ghosting up and down my back, stroking the shape of my spine. My head was resting against his chest, my ear pressed against the steady beat of his heart. I tried my best to keep my body relaxed, but something must have alerted him. The pressure on my back changed, it became firmer and more confident, and his body shifted slightly beside me.

Here, in this space, with this man who I had thought of for so long as my enemy, I felt safer than I had in my entire life.

Reluctantly, I let my eyelids flutter open before tilting my head back to meet his eyes. I still couldn't be 100% certain that this wasn't a dream. How long had I wanted this man, this wonderful, damaged, complicated man, to see me as I truly was? After longing for that for so long, it seemed strange to suddenly have him see me in a better way than I saw myself.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, my voice still thick with sleep. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Aaron’s dark eyes ran over my face, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. “I didn’t mind. I’m the reason you didn’t get any sleep last night.”

Shifting away from him, I adjusted my clothes. “What time is it?”

“Just after 4.”

My eyes widened, snapping up to his in horror. “Oh my god! Did you get any sleep?”

He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Some. But I learned to function on not a lot of sleep a long time ago.”

Guilt gnawed at my stomach. "I'm sorry, Aaron. I didn't…I didn't think about…."

His hand came out to cover mine, his warm fingers squeezing gently. “Please don’t apologize. You…You have no idea how happy it made me to see you last night. I thought…I was afraid that I had ruined everything before it had even started.” Those dark brown eyes bore into my own. “I had no expectations, but I couldn’t have imaged last night going any better.”

That comment had me snorting. “Right, because every man dreams about a girl coming over and confessing her feelings for him then falling asleep on his couch.”

In reality, I was oversimplifying our night together. After he'd kissed me, he'd led me to his couch and just sat with me. In the back of my mind, I might have expected something more to happen, but if I really thought about it, I wasn't surprised that Aaron wanted to just hold me. After everything he'd been through, after everything we'd been through together, it made sense. While I knew how deep my feelings were for him, and I was starting to understand the depth of his own feelings, Aaron wasn’t the sort of man who would pressure me into anything.

Again, I knew it would be up to me to make the first move.

“I’d dreamed of holding you for a long time,” he said softly. “But I don’t want to rush you into anything. I know this situation is…calling it complicated seems like an understatement. I’m your supervisor. I know what sort of implications that carries.”

I nodded, my throat feeling constricted at the thought of his next words. When you’ve lived expecting the worst for so long, it’s hard to allow yourself the option to hope for the best.

“What do we do?” I asked softly.

His answer was a sigh followed by, "I don't know…I know what I want, but I…." He broke off, clearing his throat. "You're an extremely bright woman. You're an extremely talented agent. I've read your file; every single SSA you've reported to has nothing but absolutely glowing things to say about you. And…despite what I want, one of my favorite things about you is that you have your own hopes and dreams. You're completely your own person. Watching you grow with the BAU has been one of the highlights of my…life. I know I've not made it easy; if anything, I've made it harder, and I'm sorry for that."

I flipped my palm up, interlacing my fingers with his own. "Aaron…I understand," I said because I did. It didn't mean what he had done was right; it didn't mean what he'd done didn't hurt me. It meant that I understood him as the imperfect man that he was, and I was willing to give him the grace and the space to fix his mistakes.

Aaron smiled at me, but it was a bittersweet smile that made my heartache. "I don't want my love to be a thing you have to grow around."

He didn’t move after those words left his mouth, and neither did I. My heart felt like it was going to burst through my ribcage at the implications of his words.

After a beat, his thumb began to softly rub up and down my own in an attempt to soothe. If the gesture was meant to be more soothing to him or me, I wasn't sure.

When he spoke again, his voice was slightly horse, heavy with meaning. "I'd rather…I'd rather us take our time through this than me stunt where you're growing and the person you're growing into."

I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears as my eyes moved over his face. I couldn’t force myself to speak. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth and told him how I felt, I would somehow break the spell that was woven around us. I knew what I wanted, and I knew how I felt, but I wasn’t sure what to do.

When everything you never knew you wanted is laid out right in front of you, how do you let yourself take it? It wouldn't be simple, it wouldn't be easy, but deep in my soul, I knew it would be worth it.

At least to me.

He must have been able to sense the swirling emotions in my mind because he brought his free hand over to cup my cheek. "You don't have to do anything now, sweet girl. Nothing at all. I meant what I told Anderson if you need some time…some space, please take it. The last thing in the world I want to do is pressure you."

I took my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to organize my jumbled thoughts.

His thumb came up to run over the corner of my lip, tugging it free from my teeth, his face relaxing into a smile again. "I mean it. I'm a patient man, and I can wait for what I want. I'll give you all the space you need. So long as you know that that space doesn't mean my feelings have changed. I just want you to be able to figure out your own feelings."

Easier said than done.

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I left not long after that, arriving at my own apartment at around 5:30 in the morning. I was still exhausted, but not only was it too close to when I needed to wake up for work, but my brain was also still swirling with thoughts of Aaron Hotchner.

Everything in my life had changed in such a short amount of time. No matter how much I wanted to believe Aaron, it’s hard to trust something that feels too good to be true. Logically, I knew how much he had struggled with his emotions…but that struggle had affected me greatly. I wanted to believe the best of Aaron; I wanted to believe he was the man I was with last night.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling crawling over my skin, the feeling that whatever spell we had been under was broken the second I walked out of his front door.

And if that was the case, what would happen when I opened the double glass doors of the BAU bullpen?

I expected the world to collapse the second I set foot on the elevator, but it never came.

My eyes kept darting around my surroundings, trying to spot the dragon before it swallowed me whole.

But it never came.

It was 10 till 8 when I set my bag down at my desk, a bit later than I usually arrived, but not by much. I tried not to let my eyes stray to SSA- Aaron's office.

Based on the noise of someone clearing their throat behind me, I failed.

"He was already in there when I arrived," Grant offered dryly.

I nodded. There was no use pretending that I hadn't wanted to know. I was starting to believe Grant knew me better than I knew myself sometimes.

After a beat, I lifted my head to glance at him. I expected him to be staring at me expectantly, but nothing was going as expected today. His attention was focused on the papers on the top of his desk. "What's up with you?"

“What do you mean?” he asked, still not looking up.

“You…” I shook my head, bewildered. “You haven’t…I just assumed you’d ask me about last night.”

My friend, the nosiest person I had ever met, just shrugged his broad shoulders. “I figure you’ll talk about it when you’re ready.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Horseshit.”

That seemed to get his attention, his wide hazel eyes finally meeting mine. “What’s horseshit?”

“You,” I said simply.

He had the audacity to place a hand over his chest and look affronted. "I am not now, nor have I ever been horseshit."

“You were ambushing me in the hallway less than 24 hours ago because you had a ‘vibe’ that something was wrong.” He didn’t seem impressed by the emphasis I put on the word vibe, but he didn’t interrupt. “Now, the morning after you showed up at my apartment and listened to me while I cried on my couch…now you suddenly have no questions?”

Grant wrinkled his nose at me. “You’re sassy this morning.�� He leaned back in his chair, his eyes moving up and down my form to access me. “Of course, I have questions. But I want to give you space.”

My eyes narrowed into slits, my arms crossing over my chest.

He huffed, slumping back in his chair. “Fine!” His arms crossed, mirroring my stance. "I got here 45 minutes ago, Hotch and Rossi were already in his office, and I may have…."

“You snooped on our boss?!”

“It’s not snooping!” he sneered. “It’s investigating. It’s what we do.”

I rolled my eyes. “What were they-“

My thoughts were broken off when I heard my name being called from across the room. The voice made my spine stiffen, and Grant's eyes go comically wide.

Turning slowly, squaring my shoulders, I met Chief Strauss’s eyes across the bullpen. She was poised at the top of the stairs that lead to Agent Hotchner’s office; her eyes were firmly fixed on me.

She raised her hand, beckoning me forward. “I need to speak with you, Agent.”

“Right away, ma’am.”

Before I could make a single step away from my desk, I heard Grant hiss, “Okay, now I have fucking questions.”

That makes two of us, I thought as I took a deep breath before I made my way towards the dragon I’d been looking for.

My feet carried me across the room, while my thoughts gripped me tightly while they spiraled. I had always been the sort of person who got nervous when questioned by an authority figure, even when I knew I had done nothing wrong.

This time, I knew I had done something wrong. While I didn’t know the exact page and code number for the bureau’s policy on fraternization, I’m positive there is one.

“This way,” she said, her tone clipped as we crossed the carpet to the unit chief’s office.

Fuck.

Her knuckles wrapped on the door once before she was pushing it open, not bothering to wait for any sort of permission.

A cold sort of feeling started unfurling in my stomach when I crossed the threshold of SSA Aaron Hotchner’s office. Hadn’t this been what I was afraid of? How could she know about last night unless he told her? What if he was worried I would tell her…

I cut my thoughts off, balling my hands into fists until my nails bit into my palms. No. I didn’t…I couldn’t believe that. Maybe it was stupid or childish, a perfect example of how young I was, but I couldn't believe the man that held me against his chest last night was the sort of man that would betray me.

My eyes were fixed on the carpet when he finally spoke. “Chief Strauss.” His voice was tired but laced with a bit of surprise. “What can I help you with?”

“I received your e-mail this morning, and I thought this sort of thing best be dealt with quickly.” I could practically hear the smugness dripping from her words.

Rossi huffed, leaning back in his chair. “Since when do you want to deal with some simple paperwork by a surprise meeting, Erin?”

“The restructuring of this unit isn’t just simple paperwork.”

That had my head snapping up, my eye flying to Chief Strauss before bouncing over to Rossi. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Aaron stand from his desk.

“Yes, it is, Chief,” he said, his like stone. “By your own precedent, I might add. When I reassigned some of my duties to Morgan, that didn’t require you barging into my office first thing in the morning.”

"Agent Morgan is now responsible for several after-action reports and procedural paperwork. It wasn't an actual personnel transfer."

Aaron crossed his arms over his chest. "When I returned to the unit, you suggested I start delegating my responsibilities to my team if it's appropriate. This is appropriate."

The section chief scoffed. “She’s the only one being reassigned! You expect me to believe this girl is too much responsibility?”

“She is standing right there, and she has a name.” His words were firm, and his tone was familiar. How many times had I heard him speak this way when he was defending his team?

Defending the people he cared about.

My eyes finally, finally, moved to meet Aaron’s. He wasn’t looking at me directly, but I couldn’t miss the fire blazing behind his dark eyes. His shoulders were squared, and his jaw was clenched.

Rossi stood up then, too, his hands raised. "Erin, come on. This is ridiculous. You asked Aaron to start shifting some responsibility. He is. Case closed. You can go take your broom and fly back to Oz…or wherever it is you call home these days."

If the ceiling had collapsed at that exact moment, I would have been less surprised. I had heard that Agent Rossi was more…direct with our section chief; it was hardly a secret. But.

I rolled my lips between my teeth, dropping my eyes to Aaron’s desk.

“Watch your tone, Agent Rossi.”

The older man chuckled before moving across the room. “Erin, come on.”

Before she had a chance to reply, there was another knock on the door. I turned to see Penelope Garcia balancing on some very bright orange heels. Her eyes were comically wide as she took in the state of Aaron’s office.

“Um,” she cleared her throat, heat creeping up her neck. “Not to break up a party, but…they’re ready for you in the conference room, sir.”

“Thank you, Garcia. Dave and I will be there in a moment.”

Ducking her head, she scurried away with more speed than I thought possible in those heels.

Chief Strauss cleared her throat before crossing her arms over her chest again. “You know the implications. I’m not a fool, Aaron. You know how this looks. She’s-“

“Still standing right beside you,” Aaron said, cutting her off. “I know how it looks. But it’s the right decision. I would never put myself above this team. And she’s a vital part of this team.”

A lump formed in my throat at his words. I still had virtually no idea what was going on, but something about his praise soothed a part of me that had been hurt for so long. Ever since I joined the BAU, all I had wanted to do was be a part of this team.

Chief Strauss’s eyes swept over the three of us before she moved towards the door. “We will finish this later, Agent Hotchner.”

“Looking forward to it, ma’am.”

Moments after the click of her heels could be heard, Rossi let out a sigh. “I think that went well.”

“It probably would have gone better if you didn’t compare our boss to the Wicked Witch of the East.”

He waved his hands dismissively. “Hell, she calls me worse. It'll be fine."

“Excuse me,” I said softly, shifting my weight back onto my heels. “Can either of you tell me what’s going on?”

"Ah." Rossi took a step towards me, placing his hand on my left bicep. “Well, bella, Aaron has finally decided to get his head out of his ass, but I’m sure you know that.” The twinkle in his eyes did nothing to cool the blush that spread over my cheeks. “I…I guess I’ll let him explain it to you.” He gave my arm a squeeze before he made his way out of the office.

Leaving just me…and SSA Aaron Hotchner.

He stepped around his desk, coming to rest against the front between the two chairs, his eyes moving over my face. "I had wanted to talk to you before…I didn't want you to find out this way."

“Find out what?”

"That I'm no longer your direct supervisor."

The world seemed to tilt slightly as a pit settled in my stomach. “I’m being reassigned?”

Aaron’s eyebrows shot up. “No, not in the way you’re thinking.” It looked like he would reach for me, but he curled his hand into a fist, letting it fall to his side. “Your job title with the BAU will stay the same. Your responsibilities, duties, everything will be exactly the same. The only difference is that you don’t report directly to me anymore. You’ll report to Agent Rossi.”

“But…that doesn’t make any sense.”

He gave me a rueful smile. “Yes, it does. It’s inappropriate for me to be your boss, and it has been since the moment you started working here.” Aaron pushed off the desk and took a step closer to me. “I’ve let my feelings…I’ve hurt you. And I can’t make any excuses for that. It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t fair. I was so determined to ignore how I felt about you…and you suffered because of it.”

I cleared my throat, fighting the urge to drop my gaze. “But I told you I understand now. I really do.”

“That’s because you’re a good person. You’re one of, if not the kindest soul I’ve ever met. Just because you’ve given me your forgiveness doesn’t mean I deserve it. And words without actions are an insult.”

Those dark eyes blazed. Like so many times before, I was held hostage by the intensity of Aaron Hotchner. But this time couldn’t have been more different.

“Aaron,” I rasped. “I…”

He held up his hand. "We don't have to talk about it now. I have a briefing to get to. You have things to do. We…we don't have to talk until you're ready. And…regardless of what you decide about…." He cleared his throat, banishing the words he wanted to say. “Whatever you decide about me…it doesn’t change anything for me.”

I don’t want to be something you grow around.

Those words had hit me in the chest when he told them this morning, but now they settled over my skin like a balm.

I had always known what sort of man Aaron Hotchner was. Despite everything we had been through in our working relationship, I had never doubted him. That's why it was so hard for me to consider leaving the BAU because I knew what sort of man he was. There wasn't any excuse for how he had treated me during my time here, and true to who I knew he was, he wasn't going to make any.

The first thing I had admired about him was what a good man he was. He had hurt me, but he didn’t want to do it again.

"Does…does this transfer make me look bad?" My voice broke at the end. Because I knew the answer. For the first time in so, so, so long, I finally knew where I stood.

Aaron shook his head. “No. I would never allow that. Regardless of what you decide, this transfer will only reflect my leadership. Over the next several weeks, Dave has agreed to take responsibility for more of my duties, possibly even some other agents.”

“You’re actually letting someone else help you?”

The corners of his lips twitched. “At least on paper. The only reports and reviews Dave will actually deal with will be yours. Because Strauss is right, it looks bad if you’re the only agent transferred. So, I asked Dave.”

I took a step towards him then, unable to stop myself. “Restructuring like this would hurt your chance for a promotion.” It wasn’t a question, merely a statement of fact. Moving up the ladder of the FBI was difficult, and Aaron had just made it nearly impossible for himself.

Because of me.

Aaron shrugged his broad shoulders, stepping towards the door. “Some things are more important.” His hand closed on his doorknob, halfway turning it before he looked back at me. “I meant what I said this morning.”

“Which part?”

His eyes softened, looking warmer than I had ever seen them. “That I’d wait for you forever, sweet girl. There’s…there’s no pressure here. I want you to take all the time you need. But…if you want to jump, I never want you to doubt that I’ll catch you.”

Aaron had pulled the door open and stepped through it before I found my voice. “I fall a lot,” I whispered. “Catching me is a lot of work.”

This man, this wonderful, complicated, loving man, turned his head to grin at me. In all my time at the BAU, I had ever only seen him look at Jack that way. "I don't think it will feel like work."

With that, he left me in his office, my head swirling with thoughts.

I don’t think it will feel like work.

I don’t want to be something you grow around.

I don’t deserve your warmth…but I want to be the sort of man who does deserve it.

His words seemed to echo in my ears louder with every step he took from me.

I had always thought falling in love was like being struck by lightning. When it happened to me, it would be sudden and all-consuming. But I was wrong. Maybe it was that way for some people, for some love stories.

But it wasn't quite right for mine. The hero of my story didn't want to sweep me off my feet; he had no plans of pulling me from my old life and thrusting me into a fairytale. I had respected the idea of him. I had appreciated the sort of man I knew he could be. Once he finally let down his armor, I saw him for who he really was. I understood everything once he finally let me in.

Aaron wasn’t perfect. I didn’t love him.

But he was perfect for me. And I could feel in my bones that I would never regret the decision to love him. It seemed like a foregone conclusion at this point.

Aaron Hotchner was giving me a choice. He was willing to be the hero of my story, but only if I chose it.

Those thoughts propelled me forward, my feet eating up the distance between us. I knew I should wait, but I couldn’t.

Aaron might be able to wait…but I couldn’t.

He was walking through the conference door when he turned suddenly. Looking back, he probably saw the wide eyes of his team, but none of that mattered.

“I don’t want to wait,” I said urgently. “I don’t need to think about it. I have thought about it. And I…I choose this. I want to choose you.”

I wish I would have thought to slow down, to really drink in the smile that spread across his face and the way his eyes moved over my face.

But I couldn’t.

I didn’t stop until I was in his arm. I didn’t stop unit my arms had wrapped around his neck. I didn’t stop until I felt his arms come around my waist. I didn’t stop until I felt him rest his cheek against my head. I didn’t stop until that same warm feeling from this morning surrounded me once again.

Maybe this is what home feels like.

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Extra Scene – The Team’s Reaction

“…But she doesn’t like him.” Morgan spun in his chair until he was facing the rest of the team in the bullpen. “I thought she didn’t like him.”

“I don’t know about that,” Prentiss chimed in, not looking up from her report. “I never thought she hated him, but I have to admit, I thought he didn’t like her.”

Rossi scoffed, walking over to the center of the bullpen, glancing at each member of the team individually before speaking. “The finest profilers in the world and you couldn’t see that Aaron was head over heels for her? Remind me to make note of this for your evals.”

Morgan scowled. “How were we supposed to know, man? Hotch snapped at her all the time, and she went out of her way to avoid him! That’s not what people do when they have feelings for each other.”

“You know, Morgan, not everyone makes comments that boarder on sexual harassment whenever they like someone but don’t want to admit it.”

Derek’s eyes shot up and locked onto the man who had just spoke. “You got something to say, Pretty Boy?”

Spencer smirked. “I’m just saying that people deal with attraction differently. Hotch avoided her like the plague, you shamelessly flirt with Garcia. It’s the same story in a different style.”

“Garcia and I are just friends!” Morgan defended hotly.

Which only amused his teammates more.

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sultryvodka · 4 years ago

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𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚! 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 | 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 1

𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 - 𝙢𝙖𝙮 4𝙩𝙝

warnings: mild swearing, mildly suggestive (if you squint lol)

| armin - colt - eren - jean - porco |

armin arlert

• i think most, if not all of us, agree that armin looks like the type to get all flustered with PDA & shy away from his emotions --- HOWEVER.

• rather than being all over you, he finds himself most comfortable with holding your hand or having an arm wrapped around your shoulders.

• he wouldn't mind you being clingy though 👀

• would occasionally place a gentle peck on your forehead, cheeks & his personal favorite; the palm of your hands.

• you guys' dates would mostly end up being in a library, café & restaurants with a nice warm atmosphere.

• i bet he would be the kind of guy to take you to the beach whenever you're stressed out in hopes of calming you down.

• gets very defensive when his friends tease you, if a man could bark his friends away, it's armin arlert.

• this lad over here would establish a routine with you (with your consent & opinions ofc)

• mondays to friday mornings are centered on school, you guys do your own thing at school & walk you home while making sure to stop by a convenience store for snacks, assuming that you guys don't live together yet.

• both of you make it a point to check on one another to make sure you guys aren't wearing yourselves out.

• which leads me to the conclusion that your parents grew very fond of him & treats him more like their child

• when you guys are having a sleepover, this whole lowkey facade of his takes a 180 and the second you reach the bedroom he'll shower you with cuddles and kisses.

• you would watch movies (mostly rom-com just bc armin makes it work okay) tucked in a warm futon with popcorn and candies between you two.

• armin strikes me as a very studious guy and he does this to ensure you guys' future together ^-^

• all in all armin cares about you so much and he doesn't mind being vulnerable to you. he is your safe haven, and so are you to him.

colt grice

• okay can we talk about how this perfect man deserves some more attention

• colt, my man, gives me disney's prince florian vibes. the soft-spoken, kind-hearted, & just an absolute dream.

• he's the kind of guy to take you to the park, a greenhouse, & WORKSHOPS!!!

• given the idea that he is in fact a shy little baby, he is actually pretty active with you. every date you guys have is different. mans has a quest planned out for y'all.

• at school i think that you might be the one to initiate skinship. doesn't have to be kisses on the lips, it's more of gently trailing your index on the back of his hand or rubbing a hand on his forearm when he gets a little anxious.

• the type to peek through your classroom's door because bubba's too shy to ask someone to call for you 🤧

• colt, in my opinion, is very domestic in private, now don't get me wrong he may be a little too shy in public because he isn't used to it but i promise you he takes on the nurturing role of the relationship more than you are.

• he helps you with cleaning, folding your clothes, and god if you guys get periods, he's got a whole pouch in his locker just for you.

• he doesn't do it intentionally, he happens to know you so well that he notices the slight change in your moods & cravings.

• colt often reads a book while you guys cuddle during the afternoons once all the work is done, he'd make you tea or whatever you want. he hums a tune, probably from old disney movies that his brother falco used to enjoy as a kid.

• your parents are more invested in your marriage than you and colt combined.

• okay, now if you happen to have a baby or a toddler somewhere around the house, someone keep this man from turning into a putty.

• as much as colt acts prim and proper most of the time, he has his moments where he just wants to be an entire mess. perhaps sleeping past his usual waking time, indulging in more snacks than usual. you know, loosen up? yeah, that is a side of his that only YOU will ever be allowed to see.

• so yes you and colt would be labeled as the: put-together couple who needs a little bit of adventure every now and then.

eren jaeger

• i hope i don't ramble too long because i love him sm

• mr. loverboy over here is a simp for you, more than you are a simp for him! he is not afraid to show you off and shower you with flattery. now he does this because he feels so lucky to have you.

• he can be a little cliché (well maybe not as much as jean --- more on that later), like he'll randomly interrupt your vacant class with a gift box he put together, & a bouquet. yes. (carla helped him pick out flowers from her shop)

• he's the type to crash his lips with yours in the middle of campus when you achieve something or when he does, vice-versa. if he plays in one of your school's teams, there just HAS to be a bet that if he wins he gets a kiss... or more... or something else.

• dates with eren are usually random than planned. like it pops in his head and he'll inform you right away. he respects your vacancy too of course but if you aren't he might pout just a little bit.

• his ideal dates are prop shop dates, going to hotspots, amusement parks, antique shops! & maybe late night drinks at a quiet bar where you can both enjoy the solace of the atmosphere.

• on special occasions, he does plan ahead. usually it's something on the simpler side. candlelit dinners at home or somewhere you guys both enjoy dining.

• if eren's had a bad day, best believe that he will run to you for comfort. only you can help keep his aggressive response to anger at bay.

• if given the chance he would take you around the world, he's that passionate in making sure you live a little

• hear me out... you and eren would probably have the most philosophical conversations, just laying on your backs beneath his room's skylight? heavenly.

• eren can get a little poetic expressing himself & i believe that it's just wonderful. no one can describe their feelings as good as eren.

• his favorite look of yours is when your eyes beam with excitement, it usually happens when you spot something that you used to enjoy as a kid or when you're concentrating on one of your hobbies.

• he's a very touchy person too, his hands are usually on your stomach/waist, his kisses are random & they linger for awhile.

• when you're asleep next to him, it's his habit to solemnly watch you while his own drowsiness starts to take over.

• eren is passionate & sometimes people might take it the wrong way. one of the reasons eren loves you is because of the way you understand how he is. mutual growth for y'all ♡.

jean kirschtein

• jean is not afraid to pull a live performance for you, you see this man is at the top of the world when he's with you. from 80s hits to recent releases this man will blast his playlists catered for you.

• dates with jean are certainly spent on concerts, (him & eren bond over chase atlantic don't argue with me) music festivals, thrifting & late night drives!!!

• personally, i don't see jean as very gimmicky unless you guys are with his friends, he takes you very seriously and you are his top priority.

• at school i think he's definitely one of those flirtatious boyfriends. the kind who would not miss an opportunity to blow you a kiss or throw you a wink. he can be a bit of a dork, who wouldn't be? if he can get one of your rare smiles 🥺

• jean's the type to ask his pals for help when it comes to styling. not because he dresses badly but he's too focused on getting a flush on your cheeks. he's a hopeless romantic.

• if you guys happen to stay at home, he'll definitely serenade you with the amount of songs he had written recently just for you.

• since he bonds with sasha and connie, his jokes are either dad jokes or something that went viral on tiktok. he's the perfect balance of goofy and mature.

• if you aren't much of an active person he wouldn't mind being lazy with you and insist on a diy spa day at home.

• it's just netflix with a tub of ice cream and face masks on.

• since jean is quite the romantic, he would be into couple outfits or items that aren't cringey obv and probably doesn't mind using your perfume or vice-versa.

• jean probably asked you out during one of his gigs, offering you a single rose afterwards.

• he's the type to leave you random post-it notes if he visits your house. just random phrases or doodles. and boy does he pick you up every single day on his smexy motorcycle.

• he'll bring you coffee and breakfast to-go. this man's spoiling you baby.

• aside from that, i feel like jean would make you hand-made gifts with the help of his momma. he thinks it's sentimental when you make your presents because it's one of a kind.

• jean does all these things because he's 100% about you being a constant person in his life. he loves how he can be whoever he wants when he's around you, i'm certain you guys wouldn't have it any other way either.

porco galliard

• porco can be a dick if he wants to not to you though, this tough guy turns into putty just for you. he definitely loves being treated like a baby.

• at first he might come off as cold because he isn't used to the whole romance thing and he gets flustered with the slightest pecks so you might have to initiate at first.

• but once you guys get through the awkward phase this boy would straight up greet you with a passionate kiss and does not give a damn about everybody who witnessed it. he might even have a stupid smirk on his face.

• like eren, i feel like porco would be very passionate and intense. he doesn't say much but he definitely shows you just how much he adores you.

• speaking of friends (: reiner would tease him every second of the day. i bet he would team up with bertholdt to annoy this poor boy. annie and pieck's not much help either.

•whenever you're stressed, porco would run you a bath and give you massages very often. he'll sit on the edge of the tub while he runs his hand through your hair.

•his type of dates would be watching at a cinema or a drive-in, going to the mall just to look around,he's a simple guy.

•if you guys happen to have an argument, porco would distance himself for a few minutes to a few hours just to process the situation and avoid anything his aggression might cause.

•he knew that if he wanted you guys to work he needed to be better.

•he would come back though and hold you in his arms while you guys talk it out.

•i bet he's one of the aot characters who would be an athlete, so most days you'll end up watching him practice.

•overtime, porco would be more open to being intimate in public and post stories of you two just doing things most couples do.

•he's proud that you're his and he's all yours.

•porco is a great guy and he would do anything just to make you smile.

i hope you guys liked these~! let me know who you guys want to be in the second part. requests are open and as always, stay safe! - 🌸☁️

#aot headcanons #aot x you #armin headcanons #armin arlert fluff #colt headcanons #colt grice fluff #eren headcanons #eren jaeger fluff #jean headcanons #jean kirschtein fluff #porco headcanons #porco galliard fluff #🌸☁️ works

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years ago

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Ram Sweeney x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Dating HC's

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*Sigh*... I write regularly write for creeps like Freddy Krueger and Offenderman... and am one of the few tumblrs that write for Sheriff Hoyt romantically... and yet Kurt and Ram are my real guilty pleasure characters.

Anyway I hope someone other then me wanted this XDD I'm gonna do a Kurt one too.

Warnings: Some NSFW but not explicit.

Your song: The Way I Loved You (Taylor Swift)

He respects my space and never makes me wait

And he calls exactly when he says he will

He's close to my mother, talks business with my father

He's charming and endearing and I'm comfortable

...

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

And it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name

So in love that you act insane

And that's the way I loved you

Breakin' down and coming undone

It's a roller coaster kinda rush

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you

You two as a TV/Movie/Book couple: Bianca Piper and Wesley Rush (The DUFF)

Having the kind of relationship that no one else understands at all. Like, you have nothing in commen except commen history and your feelings for each other (Which are, on the other hand, totally clear to everyone) but when you're together you're always laughing and being affectionate.

Being in an on and off relationship throughout middle school and highschool- but never and I repeat; Never, is anyone permitted to mess with you at all. Because Ram always considers you his, even when you arent together.

So yeah, you always have 2 (Ram, and Kurt) large football star bodyguards at your disposal.

Being very playful together.

SOOOOoooooo much PDA. Including: Making out in the hallways and at school events like football games (You dont care who sees), sitting in his lap or at least squished close to his side at lunch, him throwing you over his shoulder to carry you places, him giving you piggy back rides, him picking you up and twirling you around, him just standing behind you with his arms around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder when he's bored (With everything but you), his arm being over your shoulders as you walk together, you wiping peanut butter on his nose to get a rise out of him and then running away so he'll chase you, you peppering his face with kisses to make him laugh, etc.

Having a turbulent relationship. Because while, when all is well you two are like peanut butter and jelly and seem like the perfect highschool sweethearts, when you arent it's because Ram has gotten really jealous over something and called you a terrible name (Skank, whore, slut, bitch- any of those) or you understandably got irritated by his bullying and/or being a perverted, sexist asshole and you have huge, blow out fights in the middle of school and by the end of the period the whole student body knows about it.

You give him the silent treatment and the cold shoulder after those (If you didnt break up, that is) and he sends Kurt to give you messages.

When you make up its because he sincerely apologises although he doesn't 100% understand what he did wrong which becomes part of the next fight.

As you've been together so very long, he is basically part of your fucking family. He's so familiar and casual with your parent/s and/or sibling/s. They love him so much that, whether you're with him at the time or not, they allow him into the house and your bedroom with a cup of tea and snacks. (Its the 'American dream' popular-boy / football-star thing.)

So yeah, sometimes when you're mad at him or he wants to get back together (Which generally you want to do, to. You honestly have the same biological timer. Its like, 3 weeks pass by of being broken up and then ding ding ding! You both get the feelings its time to get back together and start sharing grins in the hallway and talking to your friends about eachother) you'll just find him waiting for you in your room when you come home.

Hanging out a looooooot with Kurt. Movie nights at your place, hanging out at the mall together on weekends sneaking out to see them at the football field at night time, etc. When you're sad, they'll both turn up wherever you are to cheer you up, too! Goofballs.

This does not mean there arent times where Ram shoo's Kurt off, though, when you two want some alone time together (*Eyebrow wiggles*) because of course. I'm just saying, you're a close-knit group.

When you are alone together, not much changes from when you're around others honestly XD You're still just as playful and affectionate. You just, you know, also have sex.

When he's down, you rusk your graceful image and climb through his bedroom window to be there with him. You dont fuck, you dont even really kiss. You just climb into bed with him and he'll tuck you under his chin and close his eyes. Legit old married couple. And you two sleep- by morning, he usually feels better and refuses to let you get out of bed with him.

"Five more minutessssss, babe!" He whines, holding you against him and pressing kisses to your head. You know he'll just say that again in 5 minutes time- and over, and over, and over again.

"Oh- no. I've been caught in this trap before Ram. We have school, so we have to get up. Come on!" You push firmly at his stomach (or abs) with your fists; not that that does much as he just just groans or gathers your little wrists in one big fist to stop you (Either way he certainly doesn't even flinch). His eyes are still closed. You sigh.

Now you have two choices, you can either give in and snuggle back into him for the rest of the morning, or threaten to send an attack towards his groin and he'll literally fling himself outta bed. Like "OH LOOK AT THE TIME- Kurt's gonna be waiting for us outside. Lets go!"

There are also mornings that you wake up with him (No sad Ram the night before necessary) and are all too happy to stay there with him. You just adorably nod into his chest, eyes still closed and making the cutest half-asleep morning sound when he asks if you wanna stay here a bit longer and he happily pulls the blanket over both your heads; shielding you both from the real world for a while.

OKAY MOVING ON FROM THAT FLUFFINESS.

You are also the only person who has any sort of control over him and Kurt. Like you can take them down a few pegs with just a look.

You two do date other people when you're broken up but its clear to anyone watching that these are just nice place holders for eachother. Neither of you are ever as happy with others as you are with eachother. You're ridiculously in love, actually.

Ypu were the first one to say I Love You, and he immediately called Kurt for guidance XD

Places you've had sex (Because it is always the full monty with Ram): Both your bedrooms so so so many times, the school bathrooms, his car, Kurts car (Kurt was NOT pleased.), the back of the football field, under the bleachers during a game or pep rally (he was benched for being too violent) + under the bleachers during practise + under the bleachers when the football field is deserted, the back of the school, the faculty parking lot at school, Kurts and Heather Chandler's houses (Parties. Basically a Westerburg High party is not complete without Y/N L/N and Ram Sweeney breaking in someones bed), his parent's car, the woods, cow pasture (a picnic blanket was used), and finally some mall changing rooms.

You leave him messages on his answering machine. He listens to every one of them (Which means something because he doesnt listen to anyone elses, unless he's gotta get through them to get to yours).

Him being SUCH a jealous asshole (With everyone except Kurt).

HIM STANDING UP TO THE HEATHERS FOR YOU.

#PromKingAndQueen

Having Kurt "Smartest guy on the football team," Kelly be your (Occasionally, live in- yes, he has slept over with the two of you on the floor so he could break up fights) couples councellor. Often his advice is 'fuck it out' but he also comes up with oddly wise shit sometimes. Mostly he's just very exasperated though. Like, its obvious you two are gonna end up together- stop bothering me with this shit. Let me get some pussy for myself guys please-

You two getting a bit frisky on movie nights with Kurt and he throws stuff at you. He just starts bringing a pool noodle (That he drew an angry face onto) along with him and hitting y'all with it whenever he feels its necessary. Cuz I mean, on one hand, of course he's happy for his bro Ram that he's getting his dick wet, but on the other- ITS FUCKIN MOVIE NIGHT, PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER FOR T W O S E C O N D S (Oh the irony- it does indeed escape him). He'll park his ass right in the middle of you two if you keep it up.

If he had survived, you and Ram would have broken up after graduation and spent college apart, before bumping into each other again back home as new (Improved. Especially him) people that fit together better now and ended up getting back together for good.

#Ram Sweeney x Reader Headcanons #Ram Sweeney #Ram Sweeney x Reader #Heathers #Kurt and Ram #Kurt Kelly #Headcanons #Heathers Headcanons #Heathers x Reader

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sapphire-innit · 4 years ago

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Saddest Beach Party Ever :(

Watch out for this one folks, it gets a bit dark -- mind the tags (though nothing outside of what you'd expect for.. this episode)

VOD: Tommy Is Left ALONE at his Exile Party with Dream (Start - 35:30)

(rp) I have Absolutely been putting off watching this one because I WILL cry and I am scared

I can't imagine what it was like to watch live and see NO ONE on the beach

He's keeping up a good face, adding more chairs... I'm not looking forward to it setting in.

like fuck man, fuck Dream for chasing of Ghostbur for MULTIPLE reasons but also because no one else even KNEW about the party :(

He's so excited about maybe seeing Tubbo I hate it Thanks

and now he's putting things down for Quackity and adding more things he's still so happy and excited (though you can occasionally see the mask break - there's a lot of nervous energy here)

"Where... no, well go place this" "why did Fundy leave the game" THANKS I HATE IT

Lazer and Fundy have been some of the people who have visited toooo :(

Tommy's face when no one is on the nether path.............. ouch

.............................................................................................

log off right now green demon

log off RIGHT NOW

just stewing in silence ..... painful....

cc!Tommy really is one of the best actors on the server, this hurts quite a bit

............

I know that's Dream joining the call and I hate it

fuck

"I'm running a little late, sorry :)" >:|

fuck, Tommy apologized and tossed his armor immediately INCLUDING HIS GIFT SHOES AND AXE, Dream didn't even ask

Dream of course taking the chance to be '''''''benevolent''''.... probably as a reward for Tommy doing it immediately and without prompting >:|

and ofc Dream just straight up lies about the invites to rub salt into the wound. Cant have Tommy thinking people CARE ABOUT HIM OR ANYTHING.

Even mentioned Tubbo SPECIFICALLY YOU BASTARD "in L'manburg" was that truly necessary bastard

the sun setting... a symbol of hope... the symbol of their friendship.... disappearing into the ocean... I hate it :(

Dream pushing him into eating the cake.. "I've lost my appetite"

just digging in that Tubbo For Sure got the Invite Definitely and no one came except Dream.

"I didn't mind being a little bit late because I thought everyone else would be here" why did he keep pointing out he was late, kept hammering that point home. Like even Dreams attention is not important to Dream? like it has to be earned maybe ..?

"No one cares about me anymore" "that's not true" *BREAKS CAKE* "None of them care about me anymore"

IS HE BREAKING THE PATH OHNOOO ;-;

"No one cares... other than You(Derogatory)"

"Maybe they had something more important" I hate how Dream hides his digs behind sounding consoling it fucking SUCKS

I hate how depressed he sounds, how resigned

....threw away the chicken, and he isn't eating or healing. I knew to watch out for it but its never been this pronounced before. He's down to three hearts ;-;

"I'm pretty sure he burned it, or lost it" I do not believe that for a SECOND Dream, or at least its not as clear cut as it seems. Tubbo CARES ABOUT TOMMY, I *JUST SAW* a clip of him holding the compass aaaaa

ohno

"at least SOMEONE on this entire 30 person server got an invite" "He said he was going to give it to at least 13 people, and at least one person I saw give it in person"

ohno

ohnooooooooooo

he really is gonna toss the compass isn't he nooooooooo

...............

staring into the lava again. "he burned it. On purpose"

Dream quibbling ... but doubling down i hate it

.......its just... so clear he's not only thinking about the compass in lava

Dream shooting at the Ghast,,, telling Tommy to sleep on it, coaxing him back from the edge "almost fell off, careful Tommy" I hate it here

"I don't sleep anymore Dream" "I just want to go home" "Please can I go home" he sounds so broken ;A;

"why can't I stay" :( :( :(

"It's not like they want you anyway Tommy. No one showed up to your party and everyone was invited" And THIS is why Dream tanked the party on purpose. Because if Tommy thinks no one even wants him, he won't even try to get back, and will just stay under Dreams control. There's such a mental and emotional difference and toll from "Outside forces (Dream) are keeping me from going home and maybe I can subvert or change them" and "Home doesn't want me and they're better off without me"

It truly is creepy how Dream is trying to coax him with the Christmas tree, like he's trying to pull this balancing act because he can tell Tommy is on the edge of really giving up and I hate it so much

He still hasn't eaten

"c'monn you want to see the Christmas tree :)" overwriting his feelings as well ugh

"I'm sure if you asked them, they'd say they care about you" I see you invalidating any future concern someone might show him

ALSO TOMMY CALLING EXILE HOME IS SURE SOMETHING

.....him asking Dream to defend him is... painful. Especially having just watched the latest stream where he asked the same of Tubbo right after being triggered as hell ugh. He really has gotten used to being made helpless and depending on Dream, even on the one day he didn't get his armor and weapons taken away from him. He sounds so resigned :(

(( LOL OK THE DNF JOKE WAS PRETTY FUNNY THO))

he's bribing him with the trident and I hate it. Though at least hes enjoying it??? Mixed feelings on that. He ate too and I hate that Dreams honeymoon stage is w o r k i n g )

that is the most sincere I have ever heard Tommy say Dream cares about him and it FUCKING SUCKS

I know we never could have had "Happy Party AU" because Dream never would have allowed people to come and validate Tommy but man Trident tricks w everyone would have been nice

...lol someone pointed out the red looks like blood. the fake girlfriend bits are so Weird

Dream what do you GET out of this, why are you so OBSESSED. He spends so much time here

"I wont bring it up with them because that would be awkward" oof and I bet he won't believe it if anyone says they didn't get the invite will he oof

.. He pulls out the Axe but lets dream actually kill the skeleton, he already put it away before Dream even got on screen how many times do i have to say THANKS I HATE IT HERE before it becomes meaningless

So this was around the point (or maybe a little bit later, but talking about this point) during dsmp where I started seeing it cross my dash without any context and saw a lot of takes about "oh but they didn't get the invite" and I had NO IDEA why Tommy was so upset about what was clearly a misunderstanding or why he was making it such a big deal.... well I get it now

Tommy really really isn't in a place where he can believe someone when they say they didn't get an invite. And it Really Truly WAS a big deal and actually I'm 100% on Tommy's side on this issue now (though I also don't blame the other characters for this: See Big Green Bastard Man who is truly at fault) I can understand completely why he throws it in their face later though

He's doubting if he wants to go back now.. that was exactly the point of it all :(

"Thanks for letting me keep my armor today btw" I hate how sincere Tommy is about this. I hate how Dream has so effectively done this, where Tommy sees it as a FAVOR that Dream doesn't come and blow up all of his things and hard work and THANKS him for it.

People much smarter than me have pointed out how 1:1 this is to real abusive relationships and how well its portrayed. I don't have anything clever or insightful to say here I guess, just that its exhausting and heavy to watch (but also really powerful as well, because we DON'T see shit like this played this realistically, or in this much accurate detail)

I just want Tommy to be out of here safely and realize what is being done to him is WRONG and not his fault and be given a chance to actually heal. I know the likelihood of that in the future, considering whats to come, is also. complicated to say the least.

#dream smp #dream smp liveblog #dsmp exile arc #tommyinnit #c!dream critical #dreamwastaken #abuse tw #gaslighting tw #suicide tw #depression tw

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lunar-wandering · 3 years ago

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100 kilometers left to travel

so me and the ~discord~ came up with a MK clone (not a hair clone, this one was created by science! how fun!) and I kinda. went a little wild so now I’m Making A Fanfic for him-

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He knew something was wrong the instant he woke up.

The ground was hard and cold, he could feel tiny rocks digging into him as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. He could faintly hear water dripping in the distance, the sound of a car driving overhead. The soft click of somebodies shoes hitting the floor as they approached him.

He moved his hand to the side, trying to find a better position to push himself up and off the floor. His hand landed in something wet, and he hurriedly pulled it back. His eyes were still closed. He couldn't see what he had touched.

He hoped it was just water.

Taking a deep, wheezing breath, he slowly pushed himself up, trying to stand, before stumbling, sitting down and leaning against the cool metal behind him. His limbs ached, they felt like they hadn't moved in ages.

Now that he was thinking of it, had he ever moved before?

....Who was he?

A flash of some kind of memories danced in his mind. A hint of pink, the taste of something good, a book being placed in his hands, a flash of green, a dash of red, the warmth of tea, a touch of gold, a tint of purple, and something blue.

Blue.....

His head hurt. He couldn't make sense of any of the colours within his mind, the emotions they brought with them coming and going like the tide, vanishing before he could even begin to decipher them. He didn't..... he couldn't understand.

"Ah, I see you've survived."

He'd forgotten about the footsteps.

Something about the voice sent shivers down his spine, making him curl up, every inch of him shouting 'protect yourself! you're not safe!'.

"Oh, well we can't have that."

A hand softly ran through his hair, before harshly pulling it, moving his head out of the curled up position he'd put himself in. It didn't hurt a lot, but it still made him whimper in fear.

"Look at me."

He didn't want to know what would happen if he disobeyed. Slowly he tried to open his eyes, the colours of real life swirling almost as much as the colours within his brain. He closed his eyes in response to the sudden stimuli, before remembering the voice's demand and forcing them open again. Despite this, he couldn't make out who was in front of him, his eyes incapable of focusing.

He could only see blue and white.

"Hm..... I suppose you'll have to do." The voice let go of his hair, but he didn't move. He had a feeling curling back up, despite how every instinct was screaming at him to do so, would be a bad idea. "You certainly didn't melt like the others."

Melt? What did they-

"Tell me, Experiment Number 7, are you ready for your mission?"

He didn't even know what his mission was.

But he knew, down in his bones, that saying 'no' would have consequences.

"Y-" He tried to speak, but his voice cracked, breaking off into nothing. He coughed, trying to speak again, only for the voice to huff in irritation.

"You needn't continue. I suppose I should give you a bit longer to adjust before I send you out....this must be perfect in order for destiny to come to fruition."

The footsteps clicked again, and he waited until they had faded away and he couldn't hear them anymore before he slumped, curling in on himself again, letting out a wheezing breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding.

Alone, he listened to the sounds surrounding him, colours flickering in his mind again before, inevitably, he fell back asleep.

"MK!"

MK jolted, leaning back and falling out of the chair he'd been sleeping in. On his way down, he knocked the table with his head, sending a bowl of broth (there had been noodles, but MK had already ate them) flying down to splatter on the floor beside him. He groaned, rubbing his head as it ached.

He felt like he'd dreamed about something important....

MK blinked, and suddenly Mei was leaning over him.

"You alright?" She asked, holding out her hand to help him up. MK took her up on her offer, standing up and dusting himself off, before looking at the shattered bowl and liquid on the floor, and sighed.

"Guess I'll have to clean that up...." He mumbled, before switching gears and turning to Mei with a smile on his face. "Anyways, I'm fine, but Mei, what are you doing here?"

"Did you seriously forget already?" Mei asked, "You promised you'd come with me to the arcade today!"

"Oh. I didn't forget I just, I didn't realize so much time had passed, I must've been asleep for longer than I thought...." MK said, stretching a little to get the last bits of tiredness out of his limbs. Mei watched him with a look of concern.

"Have you been sleeping enough lately?" She asked, looking him up and down, searching for any sign that he wasn't taking care of himself like he should.

"Yeah, I just...." MK paused for a moment, before shrugging. "I keep having these weird dreams. They feel important, but I can never really remember them."

"Is it a side effect of your monkey powers?"

"Monkey King doesn't have prophetic dreams Mei." MK said, walking out the door, Mei keeping in time with his stride. "Or well. It's never mentioned in the stories."

"You'll have to ask him when he gets back from his vacation then." Mei said.

"Yeah, I guess I will......"

He took a deep breath, leaning against the wall of the alley way.

Glancing out, he could see his original, walking beside the green girl.

(He hadn't bothered to learn her name. He felt like he should know it, but it would be fine. He could learn it later, it wasn't important for his mission yet.)

Right now, what he had to do was simple. Grab his original, bring him back to the lair, and then, once he'd gathered his information, replace him.

Simple. Easy.

He looked back out at the fairly crowded street.

Simple. Easy.

And then suddenly there was a crash, his original shrieked, and then red was there too, the green girl holding him back from attacking the original.

When has anything ever been easy?

He turned and started heading back to the lair.

The Lady wasn't going to be happy about this, but there was no way the plan was going to work today.

Two weeks later, MK leaned against the railing on the deck of the ship, while Wukong sat on the railing, swinging his legs off the side.

"....Monkey King?"

"Yeah, what's up, bud?"

"Have you ever had like, prophetic dreams?" MK asked, and Wukong's legs paused mid swing.

".......No." He answered, slowly, "Why? Did something happen?"

"Well, not exactly." MK said, thinking of how best to explain it. "I've been having these dreams, but it's like I just can't remember them once I wake up. I know they happened, and I feel like they're telling me something important, but what actually happened in them just keeps...slipping out of my grasp."

"And you're sure they're not just regular dreams?" Wukong asked, sighing when MK shook his head yes. "....Okay. I can't say that I've experienced anything like that, but I can look into it if it really concerns you."

"Thank you." MK sighed in relief, before giving Wukong a smirk. "On another note, you should probably run, I think Pigsy's finally noticed that you stole all the snack food."

"Oh n-" Wukong scrambled off the railing, causing the spoon Pigsy threw at him to just barely miss. Hurriedly, he turned and ran back into the ship, Pigsy chasing after him. MK gave a little laugh as he watched the both of them disappear through the door, leaving him alone on the deck.

It was almost...nice to be able to relax like this. Sure, the Lady Bone Demon was after them, but it wasn't like there was a demon attacking every other day. In fact, thus far into their journey, they hadn't been attacked at all.

So of course, it was immediately after he had that thought that something hit him in the back of the head, hard, causing him to pass out.

MK woke up to a dark room.

No, not a room.

A cell, as evidenced by the bars.

He shivered, as a cold breeze blew through the cell. His jacket was missing.

Recognizing that this was probably not good, MK quickly sat up, grabbing hold of the bars and pressing his face against them, trying to tilt his head to see the surrounding area better.

"Hey you, you're finally awake."

MK bit back a shriek, startling and hitting his head against the bars with a clang. He let go of the cell bars to hold his head, crouching down as he hissed in pain.

"Woah, don't go knocking yourself out again so soon, I need someone to talk to around here."

MK knew that voice.

Looking over to the side, he could see someone sitting in the corner, half enshrouded in darkness.

"Why are you here, Macaque?" MK asked, rubbing his head as he stood up again. "And also, did you seriously just quote a meme at me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Macaque said, amusement in his voice. "And I'm here because I wanna be."

"Bullshit." MK deadpanned.

"If Wukong was here you'd get smacked."

"Well yeah, but he's not, so-" MK said, smirking, before looking back out through the bars again. "Where are we anyways?"

"One of the Lady Bone Demon's lairs." Macaque answered, standing up and walking to also glance out through the bars. As he entered into the slightly more lit area of the cell, MK could see that his clothes were torn, dried blood staining it, and a torn piece of his scarf wrapped around his arm. MK barely bit back his concern in favor of a different question.

"She has more than one lair?"

"Apparently." Macaque shrugged. "This is a different one from the one I first woke up in, so I can only assume it's a different location."

"...How long have you been captured? Actually, wait, better question, how long have I been captured?" MK asked, panic starting to grip him. What if he'd been gone for too long, and something had happened to-

"I don't think it's been any more than a few hours for you." Macaque said, alleviating at least some of MK's worries. At least he hadn't been passed out for 3 days or something.... "As for me....I don't know."

"Wh- how could you not know?" MK asked, "Have you seriously been in here long enough that you can't remember how much time has passed?"

"I think it's been a week."

"You think!?"

In the end, it had been rather easy to escape.

Scarily easy, to be honest. There hadn't been a single guard, and they hadn't encountered the Lady Bone Demon so much as once the whole time.

Macaque had, in return for MK not telling Wukong that he had helped out, personally gotten MK back to the ship via shadow-teleportation. MK had to admit, traveling through shadows was a weird experience, but it was kinda thrilling in a way, a bit like a roller coaster. The two of them popped out of the shadow of a tree beside a forest clearing, where the ship had landed on the ground.

"This is as far as I'm taking ya, kid." Macaque said, falling back into the shadows. "......You might want to mentally prepare yourself before you get back on the ship by the way."

"Prepare myself for what?" MK asked, but Macaque had already vanished, leaving MK alone.

MK sighed, then walked over to the ship, going to climb up the side of the ship and onto the deck, but then paused, one leg over the ship's railing as he took in the sight before him. He slowly blinked, wondering if he was just seeing things, but nope, Mei was holding another him at sword point, the others standing behind her in a defensive position.

"Who are you and why are you doing a horrible job at pretending to be my friend!" Mei asked, leering over the other MK in a threatening matter.

"Hey, I thought I was doing a good job at pretending to be MK!" The other MK yelled.

"Evidently not!" MK said, fully climbing over the rail and dropping down onto the deck, drawing the attention over to where he was. "Seriously, who the hell are you?"

"Who the hell are you?" The other MK shot back, before realizing what he said. "No, wait that was a stupid question, I know who you are- why did I say that?"

The others ignored him, in favor of staring at MK in suspicion.

"Are you the real MK?" Pigsy asked, causing MK to sputter in offense.

"Wh- of course I am-" MK said, before cutting himself with a yelp, as Wukong suddenly appeared beside him, lifting his arm, picking him up, basically checking him all over before placing him back on the ground, seemingly satisfied.

"Yep, this one is the real deal." He confirmed, before glaring at the other MK. "That one, on the other hand-"

They turned back to the other MK, who had, in the moment of distraction, begun to slowly inch away from Mei's sword, and now was halfway over the railing, about to jump off.

"Oh no you don't." Mei hissed, grabbing onto the back of the other MK's jacket (and oh, so that's where MK's jacket had went, not only did he have a double, but said double was a jacket thief-) and pulling him back onto the ship, letting him fall backwards and slam down on the metal deck. "You're not going anywhere until we get some answers out of you, KM."

"KM?" The other MK asked, everyone else looking at Mei with the same degree of confusion.

"I needed something to call you other than MK." She said, shrugging, before getting right back to business. "Now. Who sent you?"

"What, like I'm just gonna tell you that-" Mei's sword poked closer to his neck. "The Lady! The Lady Bone Demon! She's the one who sent me!"

"Well. That certainly explains why I woke up in one of her cells." MK said, and was immediately met with various looks of concern. He threw his hands up in self-defense. "Hey, don't look at me like that, she didn't even show up, like seriously, it was ridiculously easy for me and Macaque to escape-"

"I'm sorry, you and who?" Wukong interrupted, looking like he was about to breakdown then and there.

"Oh, that's the shadow guy, right?" KM asked, ignoring the glares the others sent him. "I talked with him a few times. Or, well, we didn't so much as talk, more like I walked past him, but like. Same thing, right? Ha ha, yeah, uh, anyways, can we put the sword away now?"

"Depends." Mei said, "What're you gonna do now that we know? You going to go ham, no offense Pigsy, and kill us all?"

"What? No." KM said, "Well. Is that what I'm supposed to do?"

"No, no, no-" MK hurriedly said, rushing forwards, pushing Mei and her sword to the side in order to be face to face with KM, which, wow, that was weird seeing his own face not on him and not on a hair clone- how does KM even exist if he's not a hair clone- wait he's getting distracted- "It is not what you're supposed to do. You are not going to do that. Right?"

"....Right." KM said, slowly nodding. There was a moment of awkward silence, then Mei was back up, shoving MK over as she pointed her sword at KM again.

"That didn't sound like a very confident answer." She said. KM glanced at her, taking in her threatening expression, looked over her shoulder, seeing the expressions of the others-

"If I give you the staff, will you not kill me?" He asked.

That made everyone pause.

"....What, exactly, do you mean by that?" Wukong asked, and KM, in response, hurriedly removed his jacket, shaking it out a little-

And the staff fell out, clanging and slightly denting the deck.

There was a moment of silence.

MK slowly reached over, grabbing hold of, and lifting the staff, feeling a familiar warmth rush through him.

"Why did you have this?" He asked, and KM rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well I mean, you had it in the videos I watched, but I couldn't make a realistic replica, so when I saw it in the Lady Bone Demon's lair I just... took it?" He said, carefully watching the other's blank expressions. "I-I figured it'd make it easier to pretend to be you if I had it-"

"So what you're saying is you stole it." Pigsy said, "From the Lady Bone Demon."

"I don't know, maybe?" KM said, and Mei slowly lowered her sword, before finally putting it away.

KM watched on as the group all looked at each other, seemingly having a silent conversation via eye contact.

(They were, in fact, having a real conversation, as Wukong was astral projecting to everyone, and thus basically opened a telepathic connection.

"We could just let him stay with us." MK said.

"Kid, are you crazy? Do you know what he is?" Wukong asked.

"No actually." MK said.

KM, not being in the loop, had no way of knowing this.)

"....So uh, KM was it, what exactly are you?" Tang asked, and once again all eyes were on KM, who shifted nervously.

"Uh, a clone? Like- like test-tube clone. Created in the science goo and all that." KM said, making jazz hands as he said 'science goo'. No one looked very impressed.

"She knows how to do that?" Wukong whispered under his breath, sounding almost horrified.

"Are there any others like you?" Sandy asked.

KM thought back to the wetness he'd touched when he was first created.

"....No." KM said, "The others failed. They.....they melted."

There was another moment while the others had a silent conversation.

( "Look, he's all alone, we can't just leave him be!"

"But-"

"Look, we know you don't trust him Monkey King, which to be honest the rest of us don't really trust him either, but we can't just leave this kid alone!")

Wukong gave an irritated sigh.

"Fine." He said, marching over to KM, grabbing hold of his arm and pulling him up so that he was standing. He grabbed MK's jacket out of KM's hand, tossing it over his shoulder, where it proceeded to land directly on top of MK's head. "Look, kid, the others have decided to trust you, and I've been outvoted, so listen. We're going to let you stay on the ship. But if I catch any sign of you being up to no good, I will not hesitate to throw you overboard. Clear?"

"As crystal." KM said.

"Good." Wukong said, "But, just in case-"

And then KM's bandana was gone, replaced with a golden circlet. With nothing to hold up his hair, it flopped down, almost completely blocking the new circlet from view. KM reached his hand up to feel it, instantly recognizing what it was.

"....Why." He asked.

"Like I said, just a precaution." Wukong said.

("I have always wanted to do that to someone else-"

"Monkey King."

"Oh. Oops, forgot this connection was still open-")

"You don't have to worry though." Wukong continued, "It won't hurt you or anything, you just won't be able to get more than a kilometer away from me or MK."

"Okay??" KM said, and, well, that was that.

KM was officially a member of the ship.

"Out of curiosity, what was it that made you realize KM wasn't me?" MK asked, later that night. Mei immediately broke out into a wild grin, while KM groaned.

"Well first of all, he didn't call any of us by our names." Mei began, "He called me Green Girl, Sandy was Tea Man, so on and so forth. But the real thing that made us realize was that-"

"Don't say it-" KM started, but Mei wasn't going to listen.

"He referred to himself in the third person." She said, "Or, really, he was referring to you, but since he was pretending to be you-"

"Look, I just got used to thinking 'MK smiles like this' and 'MK moves like that', okay?!" KM said, covering his face with his hands. "It just became the default y'know?"

"Understandable, but really?" MK asked, "You didn't once train yourself into talking like you were me?"

"Look, I've only been alive for one month-"

#Monkie Kid #Fanfic #My Writing #KM

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barbecuebabybackribs · 4 years ago

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Sex with Jasper Hale would include: (Male Reader)

(If the title isn’t warning enough this is nsfw- also yes I know I said this would take a few days but I 1. had my friend bugging me to do it and 2. Needed a break from more complicated requests and life. Also this felt so awkward writing but I hope you guys enjoy) P.S: this is slightly tailored to my friend who requested it- so I’m sorry if it doesn’t fit you

NSFW UNDER CUT!!!!

Human Mate:

Jasper is afraid of hurting you- he is extremely strong and everyone always thinks he’s about to loose control, even though he would never hurt you when everyone around you is on edge and you’re an empath, it puts you on edge.

But when your alone, and he only feels your emotions and his own, he’s able to relax enough to feel comfortable being intimate with you.

It almost always starts with a simple kiss- which he doesn’t end.

He would 100% stop if he ever felt you weren’t into it

He’s a dominant top- he will let you ride him but you both know who’s in control

He loves to pin you to whatever surface is closest- bed, table, wall, it doesn’t matter

He loves how you can’t get out of his grasps, he’d completely in control of just how much pleasure you’ll get

He’s a big tease

He’ll touch you just about anywhere except where you want him to

He’d slowly kiss down your body, paying attention to your emotions and every time he feels a spike of arousal when he touches a specific spot- he pays extra attention there and makes a mental note for next time

Slowly strips you down- almost to slowly but that’s the point- to drive you absolutely insane with lust- which he does help along with his powers

The man use’s his powers a lot but can you blame him?

Calls you pet names the entire time “Darling” “Love” “Sugar”- has called you “Baby boy” a few times when your especially desperate for him

He. Love. Going. Down. On. You.

Almost loves it more then you going down on him- although it’s a close call

He has no gag reflex- which he uses to his advantage

Loves when you moan out his name and pull at his hair

He will stop if you ever suppress your moans/whines- he wants to know just how good he’s making you feel

He’ll overwhelm you with, waves of lust, his mouth, and his hand grasping at your ass/ massaging you.

He loves hearing your moans and your breathless praises

It’ll depend on his mood if he let’s you finish from his mouth, he loves when your moans raise and he can feel you attempting to thrust into him as you reach your high, or he’ll take you right to the edge then stop all contact- relishing in your needy whines and small thrust into the air,

“Jasper, please.”

“Don’t worry, Darling. I’m not even close to being done with you yet.”

Usually tells you to take his clothes off, making it as difficult for you as possible

Arousal is an emotion he can control- and if he so wishes he could overwhelm you with so much lust and arousal he could make you cum without even touching you- he’s tested it before and caught you off guard when you were doing the laundry/cooking

So when you’re trying to strip him he’ll randomly send waves of lust your way- just eating up how you’ll grip his clothes tightly and lean into him- whole body shaking as you do so- but he’ll just bring you to the edge before ceasing his teasing

If he’s in no hurry, he’ll let you go down on him

This man is almost never vocal- except in the bedroom

He doesn’t want to thrust to harshly so he let’s you control most of it

It’s alright if you can’t fit all of him down your throat- you are human and there is a limit for you.

He does however love when you use you hand to rub and pump the rest of his length

He’s pushed you off of him more then once- usually getting so lost in the pleasure he can not trust himself to not loose control

“Jazz? You alright.”

“Come here, Now.”

If you get him to riled up your in for a rough ride- literally

He will bend you over on any surface/ press you against a wall

You’re practically begging when he’s stretching you/ prepping you

He’s prepared 99.9% of the time with lube- if he isn’t it’s purely oral that time, as he wants to make it as painless as possible.

When he’s done prepping you he’ll ask if you’re ready- if you are he’ll thrust into you slowly but forcefully

Wait’s till your fully adjusted before setting a relentless pace

Nuzzles into your back- has lightly bit into you neck once or twice- usually doesn’t though just in case

Grips the back of your neck and thrusts into you- making sure to hit your spot every. single. time.

When you’re reaching your high he will drape against your back and use one hand to support himself and the other to jerk you off

He’s got a praise kink- loves when you praise him, but especially loves muttering small praises into your ear at he fucks into you

You moans only spur him on to fuck into you harder

He’s a sucker if you beg him to go harder or do something differently- man can’t say no

“Please- please don’t stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He’ll time your release with an specially brutal wave of lust

You’ll be shaking after your release- and being overstimulated by him continuing to thrust into you chasing his own release

When he cums he’ll practically growl into your ear- thrust becoming even rougher and erratic.

He has and will overstimulate you- he’s a vampire which means lots of stamina

He never goes to far- understanding you’re still human and he doesn’t want it to get to unbearable

But if you’re up to it- he’ll keep going till you’re practically falling apart

He does like it when you ride him, he’ll make you hold his hands and watch you fuck yourself on him

He adores every part of you, almost get’s lost in trailing his fingers down your sides, your face, everything

If he decides your pace isn’t fast enough for him, he’ll grab your hips and thrust up into them

He also like when your on your back, he loves watching your facial expressions, the pleasure that washes over your face- that he caused- it really spurs him on

He also liked being able to kiss you in the middle of the act, your mouth, your neck, anywhere really- but especially the mouth, he likes when he thrusts particularly hard while kissing you and you have to break the kiss with a broken moan

God this man loves everything about you

He’d also be open to tying you up occasionally- he’d use silky material because he 1) likes the feel, and 2) he likes how it doesn’t hurt you

This man loves being in control and when you let him tie you up and forfeit all control to him- it really get’s to him

He makes sure you have a safe word in place before you do anything.

If he feels you be uncomfortable- hit’s the breaks

He’s stopped in the middle of an extremely intense session because he felt the slightest amount of discomfort

“I am so sorry, Do you want me to stop?”

“No- Jasper that’s not it-”

“Are you okay?”

“Jasp-”

“Are you hurt?”

“Babe please calm down–”

It takes a lot of convincing for you guys to continue

This man is all about the aftercare.

He doesn’t need it as much as you physically- although emotionally he does appreciate when you praise him and tell him you love him.

He’ll clean you up, has forced you to take Advil if it was a particularly rough night, and I hope you like sappy jasper because that’s what you get

Kisses your forehead and tells you how good you did, what a good boy are.

He pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around you- loving if you cuddle up to him more by wrapping your arms back around him.

He likes to feel your body slowly relax as he talks to you, you sleepily mumbling responses.

Until your heart beat and breathing calms and you drift off to sleep, and he’s able to watch you sleep in his arms- god he’s so happy he found you

He loves when you trust him enough to sleep next to him

In the end he just wants you to feel safe and loved, even in your most intimate moments

(Uhm… so that’s my take on it…. i’ll see myself out- if you want a vampire mate version just lemme know- I honestly don’t know how I feel about this.)

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shingia · 4 years ago

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Hello!!! I love ur fics sm 😭💖 This is weirdly specific and been plaguing my mind for days,,, Can I req an angsty fic where Atsumu broke up with the reader because he wants to chase his dreams and ultimately leaves but with the reader saying "I'll wait" . A few months later he seeks for the reader again and finds out the reader has terminal illness and is dying. You can decide if there's major character death or a miracle,,,, please and thank u so much!!

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐨 - 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

aw thank youuuu <33 and also WOW this request is in-tense, i modified the ‘terminal illness’ part a little bit for plot convenience, but i rly hope you’re gonna like it ! i am : stressed. also, i’m a sucker for happy endings (just ignore my last bokuto fic) so i couldn’t go full angst on that one 😅

quick storytime : my great grandpa died from heartbreak and i always thought it was a beautiful (yet very sad) way to die, so i guess that’s where i got my inspiration from <3

⤷ atsumu x gn!reader | angst | word count : 1.7K

warnings : hospital environment, heart condition, mild description of ‘illness’ and mentions of death (a little)

your first kiss with miya atsumu had been sloppy, dizzy, with a strong scent of rum and smudged lip balm all over your lips. but there was no doubt that it had been the best kiss of your entire lives…

…just like your last had been the worst.

two months later, atsumu still couldn’t forget the salty taste of your lips that begged him not to leave. if he focused hard enough, he could even remember the feeling of your hands desperately clinging to his jacket in a last attempt at making him stay by your side.

but he didn’t, and as much as he hated himself for putting an end - even temporary - to what had been the most beautiful chapter of his life, he had never regretted his decision ; and he knew exactly why. you had promised to wait for him, and in pure egoism, he knew and hoped that you would. because no matter the distance, he was still madly in love with you.

which is why he did not understand why osamu was so outraged when he told him that he was finally ready to come back to you. but the younger twin knew things that his brother didn’t - he had seen you let yourself waste away, like nothing else mattered without the one you loved.

but more than that, atsumu did not know about the secret his brother promised to keep. he did not know that, two weeks ago, osamu had found you unconscious in your living room with an alarmingly slow heartbeat. the poor boy had not understood everything the doctors had told him - but whatever a cardiogenic shock was, he knew that it would have carried you off if without his intervention.

however, you had been categorical : atsumu shouldn’t not know about this, under any pretext. you refused to be a burden to the pursuit of his dreams for which he had already sacrificed so much for. but now that atsumu was back, something about this promise didn’t sit right with his brother. and so he decided to tell him everything.

« …most doctors thought about a standard heart attack » he told him after explaining the situation, on the lookout for any impulsive reaction from his brother. « … but one of them talked about something else. you might want to sit down ».

but atsumu couldn’t care less about his brother’s advice. actually, he didn’t care about anything else than you right now. it was already taking a lot of effort for him to stand there listening to samu instead of being on his way to the hospital - but he stayed. for an obscure reason that he didn’t really understand, he stayed.

« did you know that people can die of heartbreak ? » osamu asked, more serious than he had ever been in his whole life.

the blonde twin felt like the ground had suddenly swallowed him whole - although his brother was trying his best not to sound too accusating, it was more than obvious that whatever situation you were in was because of him. and only him.

« no they can’t » he tried to protest, not even believing in his own words. panic was beginning to win him over - and in a matter of seconds, he lost all his composure « WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT MOVING ? LET’S GO ! » he shouted, already opening the front door. at that moment, one question burned his lips, but he knew he would never have the guts to ask it out loud.

‘did i kill them ?’

——

the steady beeps of all the machines around you were the only thing disrupting the deafening silence of your hospital room. you were sick of spending your days alone. but you had no right to complain, osamu had offered to come and see you after work every day, but you had politely refused. well, politely was a big word… your body was so exhausted that you had trouble articulating simple phrases, and therefore exclusively communicated through nods or hand gestures.

your phone had been confiscated and the doctors kept you away from the news - or at least from the negative news, because they knew that your heart might give out at the tiniest emotional distress.

which is why you were so surprised to hear a knock on your door at about 3pm, outside of the nurses’ shift hours. knowing that you were too weak to talk, osamu let himself in, slowly closing the door behind him before coming closer to your bed.

« how are you doing ? » he asked, resting his hands on the other end of the bed. you shrugged, pointing at the IV and all the monitoring surrounding you. as long as these machines were there, it was hard to feel better than just ok. « listen, um… someone is here for you. the doctors said i could bring him in, but i wanted your authorization first… » he started before clearing his throat. « atsumu is back. do you- are you ready to see him ? ».

ready was probably not an appropriated word. but after two months spent pretending that he was still laying next to you in bed every night, still texting you good morning every day, still sending you the dumbest memes at the most random times, it would have been a huge mistake to refuse osamu’s proposition.

and so he let him in. obviously, atsumu had orders from the doctors and his brother : don’t run, don’t move too fast, don’t speak too soon, don’t touch them without warning. but nobody had asked him not to cry. and how could his eyes stay dry when you looked so fragile and so vulnerable ?

osamu quietly left the room, leaving the two of you together not without apprehension. but if there was one thing he could trust his brother on, it was taking care of you. two months could not have gotten the better of four years of relationship.

but as much as he cared about you, atsumu had always been - and still was - pretty bad with words. and the first ones that left his mouth were a great example. « are you going to die ? » he asked in a shaky voice, brows knitted.

you would have given him an answer if you had one, but you didn’t. the doctors said that you had gone through the most painful part, but the risks of aggravations were still too important to let you go home. you were not 100% safe yet.

« i told you i’d wait » you spoke in a hoarse voice, the beep of your heart monitor getting a little bit faster.

the steps atsumu took towards you were slow, like he had been told, but just one glance at his eyes was enough to know that deep down, he was dying to feel your skin against his.

« i know you probably hate me right now. and for good reasons » he started as he sat on the chair next to your bed, still painfully avoiding any contact. « but there’s something i need to tell you, in case… in case… well, if something were to happen ».

his eyes lingered on your fingertips, blue and cold, and his whole body tensed at once. the thought that everything you were going through had been caused by his own selfishness was driving him crazy. but he had one last thing to keep himself grounded, and that thing was exactly what he was about to tell you.

« i love you. but i caused you so much trouble that i think there’s only one way to prove it… » he said, taking a deep breath before finally resting a timid hand on your arm. « i want to marry you. right now. i don’t fucking care if it’s not considered official, i just want you to know that leaving you was probably the biggest mistake i ever did. and that i’m not leaving ever again. so fuck it, let’s get married ! you almost died, life’s too short to plan a stupid ceremony ».

he stopped for a few seconds, panting from his teary monologue and paying attention to any beep or other sound that might indicate that he had made things worse for you. but it seemed like you were doing ok. how could you not be ? the love of your life had just proposed to you - sure, it wasn’t how you had imagined it, but wasn’t it even more beautiful like that ?

the tears that started rolling down your cheeks were undoubtedly tears of happiness and relief to know that, finally, your life was back to normal. atsumu was your normality, and for the first time in two months, you finally felt like you had a purpose. you had no idea if soulmates existed, but what you had with atsumu seemed more than close enough.

if someone had entered the room at that moment, it’d probably have taken them several minutes to understand what was going on. two young adults, crying yet smiling, one of them laying on a hospital bed looking like they had been through hell and back, and the other tearing off two pieces of his t-shirt and looking genuinely proud of himself - nothing about this made sense.

« my apologies, it was the easiest way to make us rings » atsumu chuckled, eyes still blurry as grabbed your hand in his with infinite tenderness. slowly, he tied the piece of cloth around your ring finger, loosely enough so that the doctors would not consider it dangerous for your blood circulation.

« i’m keeping that until you’re getting out of here. by my side. » he affirmed, pointing at his own makeshift ring before looking right into your eyes, as serious as ever. « and i’m also keeping you. forever. consider this my wedding vows »

as much as he hated to phrase it like that, you could both die in peace now.

i spent so much time on medical sites to be as accurate as i could, i felt like meredith mf grey for a few hours

@toworuu @catwithangerissues

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu angst #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu angst #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu one shot

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dukeofonions · 3 years ago

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Sensing a pattern thanks to the critical fans' asks... I'm a professional producer who's attempted on numerous occasions (unsuccessfully) to secure Thomas for a part in a Broadway-bound musical. TL;DR: How he and his team -- not just friends, but "pros" -- "run their railroad" confuses the hell out of us, and is probably the biggest obstacle to his getting anywhere besides YouTube. Frankly, we now wonder if this is by design and not just typical lack of experience winning the race, as it were...

(Sorry it took so long to respond work has been killing me the past few days.)

Longer Version (1/?): We've been working on this musical for just over a decade, and after we discovered Thomas's long-form content and the singles he's released, we thought he was a good fit for it. Without going into detail, the show's always been kind of a long shot, for many reasons, but we (still) think it'd be a great showcase for his brand of talent. So we decided to approach him and to gauge his interest, since he'd discussed Broadway dreams before. And there, our troubles began...

(2/?) So, five years ago, we approached Thomas through his then-management, Reboot the People, a company that managed a *lot* of content creators back then. (Their remains still exist on Twitter @RTPfamily.) They may have been a little out of their depth when they heard our pitch, and wisely looped in his agent at the time, Ty Flynn at UTA, from whom we heard... nothing. Okay, maybe it wasn't his thing; we had other projects to pursue and we moved on but... we still kept an eye on his content.

(4/?) When we returned to the project a couple years later, Thomas was still a favorite for the part for which we had him in mind, and building a much bigger audience than before, so we decided to reach out again. The business fawsterdog email address, as I'm sure fans have discovered by now, is useless. No one there ever got back to us. More than that, when we tried to learn who was managing him now (at times pleading on Twitter and during streams for info), we kept hitting dead ends.

(5/?) We finally managed to obtain a lead when we watched the "NO ADDED SUGAR for a MONTH!" video, and someone described as Thomas's manager actually appeared on camera, Matt Hogen, the president of Direct Artist Management. Further Googling revealed Matt had apparently been his manager as far back as 2013, way earlier than we'd been directed to Reboot The People for business inquiries. To say this runaround was confusing as hell, *even for show business*, is the understatement to end them all!!!

(6/6) At that point, after all that confusion, we just gave up!! If we have to chase someone's representation to the ends of the earth, only to find out there was one person we should have been talking to the whole time, it's probably more convoluted behind the scenes, and we don't need that extra stress in our lives. Watching the recent storms unfold, and wondering how true to life the "Putting Others First" video is, we can only assume he likes the *idea* of career more than really having one...

(I lied, 7/7) Bottom line: he presents a picture of unreliability and a lack of professionalism both to his fans and to industry people, and -- assuming there's *any* autobiographical truth to Sanders Sides content -- it may be because he's deliberately not taking this seriously. If losing out on big opportunities is the price he pays for keeping his mental health and well being in check, that's fine. But it's not how you succeed in this business... in any business, really. I wish him the best...

Wow, that is a lot.

Well for starters (and I hope you don't take this the wrong way) I am the tiniest bit skeptical about this story being true. I mean I can definitely see it happening giving Thomas and the team's track record, but there are just a few things that make me hesitate.

For one thing I'm surprised that a professional producer found their way onto my blog (which I try to keep out of the open) and took the time to read through some asks then send an ask of their own. Not that it's impossible of course, because here you are. But you know anyone can claim to be anyone so I hope you don't mind my skepticism here.

And admittedly I'm not entirely sure how the producing world works along with agents, especially when it comes to getting someone cast for your show. I can't see Thomas turning an opportunity down like that unless he just wasn't interested or never knew about it.

Which, honestly, if you did try getting into contact with his agent and he was told about it and wasn't interested then ya know, the least they could do was tell you so you could start looking for someone else.

I did also find the Twitter account for Reboot The People and yeah, it's long since abandoned and I'm wondering how you even got directed there in the first place when he had a manager already (if I'm understanding the time line right)

I do kinda question the whole asking for answers in streams bit (since Thomas rarely if ever does public live streams and I don't think he did much back then the only streams he does consistently now are for patreons) and he never leaves them up anyway so it's not like I could go back and look through the chats (not that I would because I ain't got time for that) but again, it's not impossible for that to have happened. Just a tiny detail my brain got hooked on.

Even if I'm still somewhat doubtful about your story (again please don't take it the wrong way I just like to be sure before I 100% believe something) I do agree about Thomas and the team's lack of professionalism, just look at the Story Time Madlibs situation, and they continue to make decisions (especially within the patreon) that just continue to baffle me.

I mean at the end of the day no one knows what's going on behind the scenes. And as it stands Thomas has found enough success with YouTube where he's stable enough to make it his full time job and can go months or even a year without posting a video.

But he even brings this point up in one of his Sanders Sides videos that YouTube isn't a stable job, and you never know when everything can suddenly flip and before ya know it the job ain't as stable anymore, and at that point you've gotta have some kinda back up plan for if things go south.

Because eventually (and I've already seen it happening) people will just get bored without new content or just grow out of it and they'll move on. Even if they've got nothing against the creator, that's just what happens. Some will stick around but even then no one's bound to last forever. Especially when there's always new stuff to be found.

But hey, he's good where he's at for now so I guess one might as well enjoy it while they can. I would like to see him succeed in actually securing a bigger role (whether in a film, Broadway, or even a TV show) because I think he'd do really well and he has been contacted by Disney before to be in one of their shows so who knows?

#dukeofasks #long post #maybe its just a matter of time #but then again if no one can ever get ahold of the guy i can't see that happening any time soo #soon #is what i meant #i aint typing all that again im on mobile

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fatefulfaerie · 4 years ago

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A very merry January birthday to @lawchan89 !! I hope your present meets your expectations!

“Do you really remember me?” Zelda asked

It was such a simple question, such manageable words to understand and yet Link found himself thinking over every facet of it as he stood and stared, thinking that his answer right here right now would indicate what the rest of their lives would look like. Link went back and forth in his mind, whether she was asking if he remembered simple things, like her name, her title, or if her question was more complex, inquiring after whether or not he remembered every moment they spent together, what those moments meant to them at the time, and what they meant to them now.

In all honesty, his memory so fractured and with so many holes to fill, he questioned whether or not he could answer her truthfully. The terms of “yes” and “no” seemed too absolute. He cursed the fact that he could find no other words. He knew they existed, he must have known other words, but her green eyes and golden hair had emitted a certain fog into his brain and thus he just stood there like a fool.

She looked angelic, so him being flustered couldn’t truly be helped. Her beauty transcended anything he had ever seen in this gorgeous, magical kingdom and yet, she looked almost too pure, her skin almost too white.

Link’s heart twinged with concern, especially as she staggered a bit, her pristine posture faltering.

“Zelda?” He asked with a couple hesitant steps forward.

Zelda suddenly collapsed to the ground out of none other than the greatest fatigue. Her one-hundred-year-long fight against the calamity was over and won. And, after all that time of persevering for just a bit more, it had all finally caught up with her.

“Zelda!” Link exclaimed rushing to her side as if she were on the verge of death. “Zelda,” he repeated desperately, placing a hand on the cheek of her heavy, bobbing head. “Zelda, open your eyes.”

Link eyes stung but he tried to ignore it, hastening changing his hold in order to bring two fingers to the side of her neck. He felt his heart beating more than hers as he waited to feel anything against his fingertips and finally, at the peak of his fear, he felt her pulse.

He breathed a great sigh of relief, tears escaping his eyes as he took her into his arms, scooping her up and carrying her. Her head lolled over to lean on his chest and in his decreasing panic, he noticed the signs she was merely sleeping, the rising and falling of her chest, the way her breath cooed. Link smiled down at her as he walked towards his horse, and then past her as he whistled, prompting the horse to follow his stride.

“We’ll go to Riverside Stable,” Link said, as if to his horse. “Let her rest there. I don’t want to risk waking her up by trying to get her on you.”

The horse neighed in understanding, whinnying as he shook his mane.

By the time Link reached the stable, dusk was introducing day to night. The crickets had begun their chirping song and fireflies lit the sky like the stars to come.

The stable hands almost immediately began to guide the horse into their boarding station, recognizing easily the animal and its owner by now.

Link walked straight into the stable without even stopping at the center stall, laying Zelda gently on one of the beds. His eyes melted as he relinquished his hold on her, and yet he gave a soft and warm smile as he brushed her cheek with the backs of his fingers.

“That’s a total of 40 rupees,” he heard a quiet voice say near him. “For the bed and the boarding fee for the horse.”

Link dug around in his pocket and he approached the man, giving him a shiny silver rupee. The man was in complete shock, his mouth popped open.

“I’ll be here tomorrow too,” Link said before returning to Zelda’s side.

Link was prepared to spend any amount of rupees for her comfort.

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It became apparent that Zelda had contracted a fever about an hour afterwards, Link noticing how warm her forehead had gotten. Fending off the calamity for 100 years didn’t seem the most healthy thing for the Hylian body, and yet Link was glad that everything she had been through had only amounted to a fever.

Well, at least physically.

Hour after hour, Link draped wet cloths over her forehead. He didn’t dare attempt to undress her and redress her into different clothes, but he tried to make her as comfortable as possible as she slept through the night. It was almost obsessive how he made sure the position of the pillows were just right, how he made sure the blankets were off of her so she could cool down. And, when he wasn’t adjusting the bed she slept on, he was staring down at her with an adoring warmth in his eyes.

It was the middle of night when the lad Link paid to catch a fairy came back with one in a bottle. Although Link had plenty of potions in his arsenal that would have relieved the fever, he was worried that making her drink one while unconscious may wake her, and may cause her to choke and to cough. The pink fairy in the bottle, said to be imbued with restorative magic by the goddesses themselves, was the safer option.

Link uncorked the bottle where he sat at Zelda’s side, the fairy gliding along Zelda’s frame and thus returning Zelda’s coloring to her as it did. Its magic ebbed and sparkled as it spun upwards and disappeared, yet Link’s gaze was only on Zelda, holding his breath for whether or not she would wake up on her own.

Link placed a hand on her cheek, a soft hand that made sure not to be too jarring, to not shock her awake. All she had been through, Link wanted nothing more than for her to wake up somewhere knowing immediately that she was safe.

Zelda moved her head into his hand with a slight “mm” sound, Link’s heart warming with love and his smile curving into a happy chuckle. He rubbed his thumb across her soft cheek and, pretty soon, her green eyes flitted open.

It was a few seconds before she came to, her eyes mere slits. Her brow furrowed at what she thought she was seeing.

“Link?” She asked weakly.

Link nodded excitedly, smiling, if at all possible, bigger than before.

And yet it was a natural smile, one that didn’t seem the least bit forced.

“You’re safe,” Link said gently. “Everything is okay.”

Her green eyes which were now open completely, started to sink and melt.

“Oh Link,” Zelda said, shaking her head. “What a magnificent dream you are.”

“Zelda, this…” Link laughed, “this isn’t a dream. I saved you. I saved Hyrule. I’m really here.”

“What?” Zelda asked her expression dropping. She sat up quickly, meeting Link’s eye line.

She let out a shaky inhale as her gauzy, tired vision cleared, as things became more real, as she felt the breeze of the night air coming in from the entrance of the stable, as she heard the crackling of the fire outside, as she remembered Link’s final fight against the Calamity, as she saw in Link’s blue eyes not pain, not death, but life and renewal.

Her exhale was shaky as well, and brought with it coming tears as she stroked Link’s face, felt for herself how real it was. Her hand glided down to his heart and, when she felt his strong heartbeat consistent and powerful, her coming tears turned into a sob.

She dove into Link’s embrace, which they both nurtured and clutched at, gripping and petting and holding, for the love of the goddesses holding.

Zelda wept into his shoulders, her shoulders bobbing at the coming of happy tears.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” Link said.

Zelda shook her head as she withdrew, cracking a smile.

“All that matters is that you’re okay, that we…”

She stopped herself, biting her lip and retreating that hands that were on his shoulders to fold on her lap. She sat up straight like the princess she was and took a deep breath that aligned her gaze with the floor.

“That we what?” Link asked, studying her. “If this is about what you asked me I--”

“You don’t have to answer,” Zelda interrupted.

“But I’m going to,” Link said just as suddenly, reaching out and grabbing Zelda’s hand. The gesture made her pop her head back to his, her parted lips showing her surprise.

“Your question,” Link started. “It…it’s just not that simple. I mean you were one of the first people I remembered but…if you’re asking if I remember everything about you, well…” Link didn’t quite now how to find the words, taking advantage of his next breath to put something together. “The thing is, I don’t remember everything. I want to someday and I hope you can help me with that but…I think for now, I…”

Link hesitated his next words.

“I…I’m not quite sure how to say this,” he said with a nervous chuckle.

“It’s okay,” Zelda said, folding her hands around his. “You don’t have to.”

Link tipped his head.

“I don’t?” He asked.

“Of course not,” Zelda said with kindness and understanding in her green eyes. “You don’t want to be my knight attendant anymore, you want to keep exploring Hyrule on your own. I get it.” Zelda leaned forward and placed his hands back onto his own lap. “It’s okay,” she said, standing up and starting to walk out of the stable.

“Zelda, I didn’t mean…” Link said, trying to process what just happened. “Wait what? Zelda!”

He chased her, forcibly turning her around.

“Zelda, that’s not what I meant at all, I…” He hesitated again.

He just had the get the words out, that’s all.

“I remember enough to be in love with you!” He yelled.

Zelda’s green eyes were wide and she seemed absolutely frozen. But for the blush on her cheeks there was barely any sign that she was alive.

“Shh,” Link heard from a bed near them. “Keep it down.”

Link turned his head to see a parent trying to console their child to sleep.

“Sorry,” Link said before turning his head back to Zelda.

“Are you being serious?” She whispered.

Link nodded with a smile, sliding his arm around her back and closing every bit of distance between them.

They kissed for the first time that night and, when they awoke the next morning, they felt more safe than ever in each other’s arms.

#zelink #but messy #zelda #link #botw #breath of the wild

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spookysmujer · 4 years ago

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Nightmare, O. Diaz

Summary: Y/N has a bad dream of losing Oscar, he spends the late night trying to console her.

warnings: mentions of violence/blood, cute s h e t 🥺 fluff!Oscar

word count: 1.2k

requested by @lillict

A/N: If I were his girlfriend, I would be having so much nightmares of losing him as well, be fearin’ for my mans. I hope you enjoy babe! Please don’t forget to heart, commment, reblog, follow and turn on the notifs for when I post new content!! Thank you!

(gif belongs to @merakiaes 🦋)

The scene that is playing out in front of you is just as those in the movies. Everything seems okay for the moment, hope strong like a knight in shining armor riding in on a steed. But then that hope being crushed in an instance.

Oscar stands in front of you, mangled and beat. He faces you as the muscles of his face torque to confusion. You weren’t there just a second ago. Matter of the fact you weren’t anywhere near him. And when you came rushing down the street, calling out to him, everything changed.

A hooded figure behind him raises their arm, a gun in hand and pointed towards the love of your life. Here you are, happy to see that he is alive but now the reason he won’t be. Before you can use your voice to warn him, the sound of the bullet leaving the barrel rings in your ears, his eyes widening as it pierces his back. It causes him to stumble forward.

You reach out with your arms to catch him, the both of you falling to the pavement. His heavy weight bearing down on you, the tremble in your lips and you are barely able to roll him over. As soon as you can get him on his back, the dark red has seeped onto the fabric of his clothes on the front of his tank top.

“O-oh, no, no I’m sorry. O-oscar?” You speak his name out but no noise comes from your lips. You try to scream him back to life nothing but a strained noise escapes you. What did you do? Your voice finally sounds but the image of a bleeding out Oscar starts to fade away, The colorful scene beginning to soften to black and white and then gone.

You can feel the air fill your lungs as your eyes open. Beads of sweat over your forehead and heat radiating off your body as the comforter is flung off you. You’re in your bed, at Oscar’s place

“Hey, hey, you okay? Y/N, hey look at me.” You’re looking down at Oscar’s bare torso, no tank top, no blood stains. After a moment of relief, realizing that it was just a nightmare, you lock eyes with him. His face of worry lessens as you take deep breath.

You shake you head and squeeze your eyes as the image of him shot flashes once more. “Talk to me.” He reaches over you to turn on your bedside lamp. The dim light hurting your eyes for a brief moment. You can feel the heart palpitations in your chest begin to fall away, the more deep breaths you take.

“I’m sorry... bad dream. Of you,” Oscar sighs, interlocking your fingers to his. He knows exactly what you mean when you say that. It’s the same nightmare that you’ve been having for the past few weeks. It began to worry him with how much sleep you are losing. It being hard for you to fall back asleep afterwards. “Losing you... haunts me when I’m awake and asleep.”

“Bebe... Cuchillos is gone. She’s dead. She can’t control me or hurt me no more. The Streets are a thing of the past for me. We aren’t in Freeridge. We are safe, hm?” He pushes your unruly hair over your shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

The sounds off cars passing pull your attention from him. You look around and see the messy, half un-packed room. We aren’t in Freeridge anymore. Cuchillos can’t hurt him, the streets are a thing of the past, Y/N.

But even those reminders won’t stop the nightmares from coming. Oscar can see how your mind is racing by the dazed look on your face. He places another kiss on your shoulder to pull you back to reality, “What’s on your mind, mamas?”

After another deep breath, you turn to him and look for reassurance in his eyes.

“I guess.. though that part of your life is done with.. you know, I guess I know that no matter where you run to your past can still haunt you.” You tell him, he purses his lips, running a hand over his tired face.

“Not this time, no one to chase me but the memories. Remember that, okay? The one who could hurt me is gone. Everything in with the streets were handled before we left. No one will come for me. The Santos still have my back and would let me know should something come our way.” Oscar runs his thumb along your knuckles as a comfort mechanism.

“We left because of me. Because I kept bugging you to seek out this life.”

The corner of his lip twitches up to a lopsided grin, “Encouraged me, motivated me to move on and get what I truly have been wanting, I don’t see a issue with that.” Oscar had became more optimistic since dating you. And most times, you adored how he saw the brighter side of everything but in the moment it annoyed you how he didn’t see the problem.

“I am trying to get you to see the big picture. You did all of that because of me, because I encouraged you to. People know Spooky traded in his glock for a domestic life. That makes you vulnerable. That can get you killed, I could be the reason you get a bullet in your back.”

Just like the nightmare. Oscar being distracted by you, he doesn’t see the danger that follows behind him.

Releasing yourself from his hold, you slip out of bed to get some water. The heavy feeling of the worrying making you thirsty. After a few gulps of the cold liquid, you lean against the counter and rubbing your temples.

You hear a click of a gun, your heart jumping at the sound but it’s only Oscar standing across from you. He holds a glock in his hands, showing it to you from where he stands, “I got one on the bedroom, one near the door and even under the sink in the bathroom.

“We may have left Freeridge, but I can promise you, Freeridge hasn’t left me.I know that how I left things won’t guarantee mine or your safety 100% but I know the odds are a lot more in my favor than they have ever been in the past 25 years of my life. You were not the reason I decided to do this, you were one of them but I wanted this for me. If anyone comes to put a bullet in my back, it’ll be because of me and only me. You will never be the reason for that. Understand?”

His seriousness in his voice relaxes you a lot more. You nod and try to release any remaining tension in your body through another exhale.” Yeah, I understand. I’ll keep reminding myself of that.”

“I’ll remind you as much as you need, mi amor.”

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prose-for-hire · 4 years ago

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How the women of the Buffyverse would care for a s/o with ptsd:

Request: Your depression hc's were so nice and comforting. If you’re willing to write it could you do similar hc's for a s/o with PTSD with the girls of the buffyverse (and optionally any guys you'd personally like to add)?

Characters include: Buffy Summers; Willow Rosenberg; Cordelia Chase; Faith Lehane; Tara Maclay; Anya Jenkins; Darla; Drusilla

Requested by: Anonymous

Warning: Discussion of ptsd (but mostly its about how the characters would support you). Mention of medication. Mention/implication of destructive coping methods. (You can ignore the parts that do not apply to you)

A/N: Female buffyverse characters were requested, if you would like male readers you can drop a request when they are open again.

I’m so so sorry this took so long to do, I lost my motivation after I lost the first draft but I hope these are okay !! I made this as generic as I could so that it could be accessible.💖🖤

Buffy summers:

She will always be there

Even if you try and keep a distance, isolate yourself

She won’t let you cut yourself off

Will suggest activities if you’re feeling particularly low or alternatively just cuddle up to you if things really aren’t going well

However will always have a suggestion that gives you something constructive to do

Patrolling, walking around the mall, maybe even helping her train

If you’re struggling with sleeping she will stay up with you

Or at least always be on hand if oh need her

If you see something that triggers you she would know exactly what was going on

Knows about painful experiences (she’s died twice she has buckets of trauma)

You would feel less lost, less alone whenever she was around

Lots of physical affection and cuddling as long as you were comfortable

Her number one priority is you being as comfortable as possible

If you really struggle leaving the house/staying in rather than doing things you might usually

she will encourage you slowly but will never push it

will ride out any periods of depression with you, you are not alone

always presses the softest kiss to your cheek whenever she has to go anywhere, always lingers, you know she never wants to leave your side

Cordelia Chase:

Cordelia will always encourage you to see a therapist/doctor

but will always be there herself to listen if you want to talk over the painful stuff

She has a reputation for non-stop talking

But she is a really intuitive person

Will listen for hours if it’s something that would help you

Also would understand if you just needed time or not to have to relive anything

This is where her talking comes in

Has so many ideas up her sleeve for distractions it’s unreal

Will always speak sense, the way you feel is not your fault

It’s a mantra she’s always repeating

if you have a period of particularly bad feelings (whether its flashbacks, anxiety attacks, anything)

she will help you in her own way.

Looking up techniques to combat it, riding it out with you

will insist you try meditation, she’s seen on some talk show that it helps with relaxation and clearing the mind

she wants to cover all bases, anything that has the ability to alleviate the way things can get even a little she’s all over it

she’s not often seen as the most practical, but she really can be. She knows when she should ‘step up’ for someone she loves

and has absolute faith and knowledge that if the roles were reversed you would be there for her in the same way

will hold you to her at night, hoping you felt safe in her arms

Willow Rosenberg:

caring is in her nature

You would never ever feel a burden with willow

She loves nurturing and caring so you don’t feel that you’re taking from her in a way you might with anyone else

She would have little reminders for taking meds or doctors appointments

She would make teas and warm drinks for you before bed

always looking up ways to improve your sleep or thinks up dorky (and incredibly cute) activities to see your smile

loves it when you smile so much

if she can get even a half smile out of you she will glow for the entire day

your happiness means so much to her

she will do little sleepy/sweet dream spells for you if you’re having trouble sleeping

Doesn’t always work, but it’s the thought that counts

if you have bad dreams she will pull you into her, stroking you softly until one of you falls back into sleep

If you’re slipping into destructive coping methods she will understand

She has felt the same but she will never make you feel ashamed or leave you when you most need her

She may be firm because she knows you need it

But will never ever deny you comfort if it’s something you need

Anya Jenkins:

If you’re avoiding leaving the house or going certain places she might not understand at first

But catch her in the magic box with every known book on ptsd

Telling customers to go away because she’s reading something important

That’s how much you mean to her

She’s turning away customers trying to understand

Will come home to you and not so subtly hint that she thinks there’s something wrong

Will talk over, very practically all of your options

therapy, meds, the works

don’t get her started on all of the alternative medicine she stumbled into on her search for information

Try not to roll your eyes at her being so by the book she is really trying

Will open her arms looking at you, nodding and smiling

Will give the most loving and comforting parts of her for as long as you need

she will take days off with you if you need to take time out of work/education

will rush around and tidy things up, offer to make snacks or petition to get that show you really loved back on air after they cut it

literally nothing is too big an ask for her

when she loves, she really loves

literally only wants the best for you

if you’re struggling to get out of bed

will make your favourite breakfast and be really excited about it

brings it to you on a tray

the best part would be sitting with you in bed and sharing it with you while she dotes on you

Tara Maclay:

would have a tea to brew for any mood or situation

sleepy teas, calming ones, etc

she keeps you grounded

the woman is so empathetic, so in tune with your mental state

its as if she shares your brain sometimes

its spooky

If you’re feeling on edge

she would know about it

has the most sweet and honest approach to your mental health

She will always encourage you to open up to her

But won’t ever be annoyed if you don’t

She’s quiet so will understand when words just won’t cover how you’re feeling

Would never judge you no matter how graphic or shameful you believe your thoughts are

Would never pressure you to share anything

but it is in her nature to do small things to make your life easier

incredibly selfless love

would tidy up around your shared space if you haven’t had any motivation to do so

would stop every so often, probably kiss the tip of your nose soflty or something

would gently bundle you up in blankets and make sure she had your favourite movies or a show on hand

plenty of comfort as well as practicality

Faith Lehane:

when you first tell her she listens, wrapping her head around everything

she loves you and nothing like that would ever change the way she felt

in fact she loved you more for baring yourself to her in such a raw way

some days she just wants to fight your trauma

Wants to literally fist fight your brain sometimes for doing this to you

If you’re cutting yourself off she will very subtly (yes she can do subtlety) make suggestions or invite your friends over

even if she doesn’t like your friends

will endure events and hanging out with them even if she doesn’t care for them

Chaotic in her methods but never fails to make you feel supported

will be very secretly soft for you

especially in periods where you’re suffering particularly badly

would do anything to show you she was there

incredibly protective

if anyone blames you for the way you feel or is wilfully ignorant about mental health she will shout at them

(she will probably make sure you’re out of earshot though)

wouldn’t baby you (unless you asked lol), or treat you different

would be firm with you, making sure you took meds and went to the doctors if you needed to

no wouldn’t be an answer

but you always know its because she cares

becasue she only ever wants the best for you

Drusilla:

would probably relive any flashbacks with you

So would 100% understand

she would know exactly what you needed and when you needed it

Would never let you face anything alone (unless you told her you needed space)

Such soothing, calming touches

Wants you to feel she’s always there

Maybe it will help ground you too

she has her own pain and trauma and would definitely share with you equally to what you would tell her

you would bond so intimately

you would never feel alone

she would recite such sweet prose

such beautiful stories that she may have written herself or have been picked up from long ago

would distract you from your low moods

if you were in a period of depression, she might begin to plan lavish events

(ensuring you agreed to them of course)

each would be more ridiculous than the last

she would decorate accordingly too

and have a fit at anyone that got anything wrong

(never directed at you, ofc and would quieten down immediately if she sensed the noise disturbed you)

you would celebrate a holiday every night

St Patrick’s day, St Vigeous, World recycling day

demon and human holidays alike

all in your honour. all to try to cheer you up

Darla:

would have picked you out of a crowd

and just known

you were the one

she adapted very quickly to you, wanting you with her as much as possible

by her side

wouldn’t be used to taking a caring role, but would definitely do so for you if you needed it

if you have a period of particularly bad nightmares

She would be there

For anything you needed

She sleeps in the day so would literally stay awake all night laying beside you

would stay holding you as you slept

Stroking you, comforting you if it was so bad you woke up

if you could not get your mind to relax and images or thoughts kept replaying in your mind

she would talk, tell you stories

she has hours worth of stories

she would try to keep it light, but may get carried away if she remembered a particularly gruesome story from her past

would embellish or change the story if she saw your look becoming more and more spooked

she has a very guarded soft side

only for you

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pinacoladasprinkles · 4 years ago

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Daisy Chains

Fandom: TUA (The Umbrella Academy) Pairing: Five x Vanya Warnings: None Summary: There is a field. There are daisies. There is Number Five. And there is his best friend. Its set during the time before the notations of wrong and right. Its a story of the time when they were allowed to be children. Word Count: 1.7K A/N: I want to file this as my first attempt at writing for the #Fiveya fandom. So, criticism and comments are welcomed. This was also initially written for #Fiveyaweek (Day Three: Childhood) organized by @fivevanya but I chickened out of posting this then. But here it is now :) Not Beta’d. All mistakes are mine.

To Five, the earliest memory that he remembers is of a field. He wants to say that he distinctly remembers the day, remembers the soft fog that enveloped the air, or the dew that dotted the grass and the yellow daisies. But he can’t. There are certain elements to this memory that are purely dream-like or a product of his brain filling in the gaps. Of the things that he is certain of is this: the time of the year, early in their childhood before their powers had manifested, the burgundy frocks of their nannies, and Vanya.

It was just during the onset of winter, when the air was still crisp, and the yellow-red leaves under his boots were soggy. It wasn’t atypical for them to go out then, as it would be later in their childhood. In fact, until the age of five, visits to the park and the zoo were a weekly event.

But the trip to the field was different from the rest. It was on the outskirts of the city, on a steep hill and away from the noise of the city. Here the sky was bluer. And the horizon seemed so far and wide, all Five dreamt of achieving that day was to run to the line where the earth met the sky.

“Let’s race to the end of that line!” He exclaimed to the others. Their nannies were setting up their picnic blanket down along with baskets of snacks and lunch, so there would be no one around to object.

“What line?” Number One asked. Five wondered why dad ever made him Number One. One could not even count up to 100 yet.

He sighed before answering, just to show his disdain. “That line,” he pointed with his whole arm extended for emphasis, “where the earth meets the sky.”

“That line is called the Horizon, Number Five.” Miss Charlotte, his nanny had informed, walking up to them. “And you can’t really touch the horizon, children.”

“Why not?” Number Two puffed, his small arms barely able to fold over themselves as he had seen his nanny, Miss Penelope (or Miss Loupee as Number Two had taken to address her) do. And while Two’s question was more from a point of offense of being told that he couldn’t do something, Five questioned the same but out of curiosity.

“Well how about I explain this when its bedtime. How about for now you kids play a game of tag?”

“Tag you’re it!” Four screamed, shoving Seven. She puffed her bangs out of the way and chased them without further prompting. She was quick, although not as quick as Two or Three or himself, but she was quick. And Five always admired how she would change her directions quickly, like a Cheetah. So far, she had only been ‘it’ a handful of times.

“Tag! You are it!” She laughed, pink cheeked and messy haired. Six smiled back and started chasing after One.

They played around for a while longer before their respective nannies, came to gather them for lunch. Well Seven was missing her Nanny, so Six’s fetched her as well. “I like how you change your direction so quickly when you are ‘it’” He admitted to Seven waiting to be served their share of sandwiches and juice.

The wide toothy smile that she gave him in return was nothing short of brilliant to Five even then. “Thank you! Do you think I did it like a Cheetah?”

“Yes! That was what I thought too!” Seven was quickly becoming his favorite. Not only was she quick, but she was also smart! And Five liked that. He wanted to be the best and have the ‘best’ best friend. “Where did you learn that from? Miss Charlotte read to me about Cheetahs only yesterday.”

At this Seven leaned in closer to him, her hand cupped near his ear. “It’s a secret, but I sneaked into Two’s room last week and Miss Loupee was reading to him about it.” It was the first secret he had ever been a part of and it made him feel special that it came from Seven.

The feeling of warmth lingered within Five long after they had finished lunch. They now sat in the grass, while Miss Miriam thought them how to make crowns out of daisies.

They were first tasked with picking out 30 daisies each and some blades of grass if they wished. And while the task was aimed to have them brush up on their counting, One and Two saw it as nothing more than an opportunity to out-race the other in picking out daisies the fastest. Three, Four and Six were bundled in a group, fretting over picking only the prettiest yellow daisies. Five would have loved to join them, it would be fun picking up only the best. He moved to join them, but his sights caught on to Vanya before he could. She was far away from the group, kneeling over a patch of densely packed flowers. He decided to move towards her, but with only five more daisies left to complete his collection, Five hastily picked them up first.

By this time, the entire group had completed filling their little baskets as well. Well, except Seven.

“Seven is last again!” Three laughed. “I bet she doesn’t know her numbers.”

They were just kids, and kids can be mean. Of course, Three just asking for attention but it would be a long time before Three would know how devastating (powerful) her words could actually be.

Tears immediately lined Seven’s eyes, Five instinctively knew she thought back to the one time when she confused her six’s and nine’s while counting. Dropping her flower basket, Seven turned away from them and starting running towards the horizon. He could hear Miss Miriam reprimand Allison, but gave it no further attention, instead he walked towards where Seven had dropped her basket. He could make her a crown, certainly that would make her feel better. That’s what Miss Charlotte did with him; Whenever he was particularly sad that story time had to end, she would make him a PB and Marshmallow sandwich. Of course, now a daisy crown isn’t in the same league as PB and marshmallow sandwiches, but he wagers that Seven would like it just as well. Picking up the basket he instantly understands, why Seven had taken so long to collect her daisies. Pristine white daisies filled the small basket. Everyone else had picked the more common yellow daisies, while Seven had spent her time searching the field of yellows for the white ones. Seven was so unique, Five thought. She was fast and smart and unique too. A perfect best friend.

Sitting down in a circle around Miss Miriam, the children closely followed her instructions. And in moments where she had to slow down so that Four or Two or One would catch up, Five turned to assure himself that Seven hadn’t strayed away. He watched Miss Ann walked up to her. Seven was soon getting her own demonstration from Allison’s nanny.

“And there! Now you all have a crown. Come on now, put them on!” Miss Miriam exclaimed. She watched enthusiastically as the children placed their crowns over their little heads and turned to one another to show off their works. Number Five remained intently watching the white crown he had made. “Number Five don’t you want to put on your crown. It is so wonderfully made.”

He blushed a little, casting his eyes back to the crown before admitting, “I made this for Number Seven. To make her feel better.”

Bless his little heart, what a cutie! Miss Miriam thought to herself. She barely restrained herself from pinching the boy’s pink cheeks, instead keeping decorum, and suggesting he make his way to her, present her the crown immediately. Miriam always believed that love bloomed in hearts young, and only wished she would remain under Sir Reginald’s employment to watch this love flower into more. She walked with Number Five to where Miss Ann and Number Seven sat. “Miss Ann, why don’t you help me pack the picnic goods back, we will be heading home soon.” She asked her colleague, giving her a wink only to receive an exasperated sigh in return. Nevertheless, Miss Ann accompanied her back, leaving Number Five and Seven, to their own devices.

“Are you still sad about what Three said?” Five opened, hoping that although she be upset enough for him to present her the crown but not upset enough to cry again. He didn’t know what he would do if she began to cry again. And that’s not something he liked, as his best friend Seven shouldn’t ever be made upset. Her nose was still a little red, but to his relief there were no tears in her eyes, “I made you a crown.” He offered.

Seven gasped, slowly taking the crown from his hands. “You made it out of the white daisies I had picked! Thank you.”

“I think it’s pretty cool, that you picked white flowers. Everyone else just picked the yellow ones. I did too. But you are unique.” She blushed at that, and that made him blush too.

But her shoulders dropped after he had placed the crown on her head. “But I did not make you a crown” she lamented, pointing to the half-made daisy chain in her hand.

“That’s okay. You can make me a PB and marshmallow sandwich when we get home.” He smiled. “I like them the most.” Seven nodded her head, trying to store away the valuable information he had provided.

They sat in silence for a while, uncertain of how to carry forward a conversation beyond what had just been said. Despite their young minds, they knew what had just been exchanged was far more precious than what could be said after. And the only way they knew to preserve the moment was through small smiles and silence.

But silence lingered a little longer than the words lodged in Seven’s chest could, and ultimately, she spoke, “Five I think you are my best friend.”

Five perked up instantly, glad to have her on the same page as him. “You are my best friend too, Seven.”

“Children gather around. It’s time to leave!” Miss Loupee called, breaking any further conversations. They stood up, holding each other’s hand like they were thought to do before crossing streets, and smiled.

“When we visit this field back, can you make me another crown?”

“I will make you a ring. And we can get married.” He smiled. And she smiled back.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoings and right-doing, there is a field. I will meet you there.

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