#I think they would b friends alright. there's a lot of potential here
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Friends :]
#hoof draws#pokemon black#submas#?#I think they would b friends alright. there's a lot of potential here#they're both the 'weird kids' who play with bugs instead of talking to other kids#they bonded over storing baby joltiks in their hats
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I’m not gonna stop you from your Cheerful Chip fan fiction
Matter in fact To be honest I’m always wonder what kind of wonderful improved artful art than the last art will be with you and Chip will be
It’s just that I’m think there is a certain sad wet cat waiting on the porch metaphorically saying
But beside that, Your Art has improved over the time and I am glad to have witnessed it
-H/B Anon
P.s. I don’t know if the wording color is for you ,for me it’s Black
P.p.s. How bout role swap, our beloved Himbo and Bimbo as Toons and their beloved Chelly as a Cog (a tall Chelly is something )
hiiiiiiii nonny~ hehe thank you very much for all of the encouraging words, I appreciate it so much!!!! <3 don't worry, misty will get the braincell soon. however. for now we have more pressing things to discuss. the role swap au.
You got me going again SOOOO much lmao- Here they are!!!! The poly roleswapped!!! Unfortunately Chelly. does not get much taller lol She's just a bit taller than the tallest possible toon species'. Chelly is based on those cute little vacuums with the little faces on them. You've seen those before, right? If not please look them up they're so cute.
I'LL WRITE ALL THE INFO UNDER THE CUT BC THIS GETS VERY LONG <3
Chip is a wolf toon, and Misty is a sheep toon! Both ideas were by my lovely friend @photon-crest-art whose input I appreciate sooo much!!! her ideas got me going foaming at the mouth crazy over this role swap even more than I already was SDHGDSGHDSHS also tagging @frostbite-the-bat bc they also hyped me up a lot while I was in the process of making all these!!! <3
When it comes to the whole override thing, Chip just. Goes absolutely wild at night sometimes. He's a werewolf!!! But. literally since he's already a wolf. this was also photon's idea thank you photooooon heehee <3
Misty has her weather powers still! So she can still change weather phases and essentially smite people with lightning if they make her really mad lol
Unfortunately both toons are outcast because of their respective 'quirks'. However, to their surprise, one person does support them through it all! They weren't expecting it to be this absolute nervous wreck of a cog who is, surprisingly, very very silly and toon-like! She clings to them like glue, but they appreciate it so much!! I feel like toon Chip and toon Misty would both be very sad very lonely toons, perhaps becoming more prone to bouts of low laff and poor health as such from such a poor mental state. However, they've got each other now and Chelly too!! Just like how the normal toon Chelly's health was pretty shit due to her mental state but improved having Chip and Misty around, she's now able to pay that love back ten-fold in this au!! Hehe it always comes back to 'love heals' with me <3
OH YES AND I WROTE CHELLY'S COG STATS!!!! a. and potential bossfight cutscenes. um. yeah. I went a little overboard haha. these cutscenes are uh. I think they're longer than the ones in-game??? I. don't know. I think they are. sorry not sorry >u<
Manager Chelly
The Mechanician
Location: “Pain, Pain, Go Away” Mechanical Clinic, Sunflower Street [Daffodil Gardens]
Cog Overview
Department | Bossbot
Position | Regional Manager
HP | 4800
Defense | 65
Lvl | 26.mgr
Lowest Damage | 25
Highest Damage | 31
Real Name | Eureka Numa “Chelly” Honeywell
Honorifics | Dr. / Ms. / Mx.
Employee ID | 01899
Likes | Tinkering, Cute and Soft Things, Comfortable Silence, Singing
Dislikes | Unwarranted Judgement, Violence (Most of the Time), Social Overstimulation
Content Sync
100 Laff Soft Cap (107 Max)
All Gags Permitted
Pink Slips restricted
Opening Cutscene
The Toons enter the doors at the far back of the building, leading them to the real cog clinic inside. The Mechanician is seen speaking to a Flunky. Neither cog seems to notice their approach, as they are focused on their consultation while the Toons get closer.
“...and that should do it then, little sprout!”
“Are you sure this is alright, Ms. Honeywell? Wouldn’t the Chairman get angry over that?”
At the Flunky’s concerns, the Mechanician fiddles with her hands. She shakes her head before re-addressing the Flunky.
“...R-Right. He may see it as ‘slacking’, but… well. You know how I feel about that. Just… try to heed my instructions to the best of your ability.”
“Whatever you have the room to do, okay, bud? Remember, your health comes first.”
“Yes, ma’am! Thank you again.”
The Flunky begins to fly away, and with a nod, she sees him off.
“Of course. Come back any time!”
The Mechanician sighs, shaking her head.
“Ugh. You’d think that man-baby would realize sooner… without us all, he’s…-”
She trails off, turning upon noticing the Toons. She startles, letting out a squeak at their presence, but tries to relax herself to make conversation with them.
“Ah! T-Toons?! Uh- Ahem.”
“Um… hello there! Are you… perhaps here for a check-up? I apologize, but… um, ahaha.. I-I only know how to treat cogs.”
“Unless you… have an appliance in need of fixing? I can do that too…”
The Toons get angry. The Mechanician pulls her hands up to her chest, taking a few steps back, clearly nervous.
“Eep! O-Okay, message received… U-Um… oh, look! Is that, um, a doodle pup?”
The Mechanician gestures behind the toons. The Toons turn around to look, all confused when they see nothing. The Mechanician begins tip-toeing away while they’re distracted. One toon looks back at her and exclaims as they see her try to sneak away. She yelps and breaks into a panicked sprint, running off into another, much larger room room further in the building. The Toons make chase.
She runs into a storage room and to an emergency escape door. However, before she reaches it, a stick of TNT thrown by a toon lands in front of the door. She startles and stumbles away from it before it explodes. The exit is now unusable. She turns, and the toons have caught up to her.
“Oh no… wait, h-hold on..! Surely we can talk things out civilly, r-right?! I… I really don’t want to fight you!”
The Toons refuse and begin to approach, the Mechanician backing up towards the wall as they close in.
“N-No, please!! I don’t want to hurt anyone… please don’t make me! I… someone, help!!”
The Mechanician reaches into her pocket, pulling out a panic button and pressing it with shaking hands. Once she does, two cogs promptly fly into the room, landing at the Mechanician’s sides. The battle begins.
Ending Cutscene (Mercy)
The Mechanician reaches to her power core, hand hovering over it shakily. She is clearly in immense pain, her panic now reaching a boiling point as she realizes how injured she really is. Suddenly, her hands clench into fists and she quakes through the pain, knocking the toons off their feet. The quake doesn’t damage the toons, however.
“STOP!!!! THAT.. IS QUITE.. ENOUGH!!!”
She shakes her head, pulling her hands to her chest protectively and looking at the Toons as they rise to their feet.
“Why…?! I’ve been clear from the beginning that I didn’t want to fight! But… B-But you just won’t LISTEN!”
Her hands rise, holding her head in distress.
“Wh-What do you even get from this… from hurting me?!”
The Toons do nothing.
“I… I get it. This war. It… must be so stressful on you. On all of you.”
“B-But… I’ve been careful… so, so careful!”
The Mechanician turns her head, looking away from the toons for a moment before turning back to them.
“I… I know we’re *supposed* to fight toons, but… I’ve never seen the point. All of this violence is ridiculous to me.”
“All I’ve ever wanted was to stay on the sidelines, and to help those who were hurt.”
“I mean… I’ve never even gone out and fought toons before, anyhow! ...So… why? W-Why me?”
The Toons do nothing.
“...Ah. So that’s why. You see me as a threat… because of what I do for my fellow suits?”
The Mechanician shakes her head in disappointment.
“Have you Toons ever put yourselves in a Suit’s shoes? A-At least… just for a moment?”
“If you did, you’d understand. I… I understand the plight you Toons go through.”
“However, you’re not the only ones suffering. Whether they fall low or high on the chain of command… we all hurt, just the same.”
She pauses, wincing in pain herself. She’s visibly twitching and glitching out.
“Wh-What, do you think we deserve for our pain to stick forever? That no-obody should help us when we’re hurt?”
“......”
“Could you i-i-imagine it yourself? Feeling like gravity’s about to crush you… i-into small, mushy, toony bits?”
“Where… where all yo-o-ou can do is panic, and hope? Because, at th-that point, there’s nothing you can do? No way to mov-ve, or call out… or anything.”
“...You’d want your fe-ellow toons to help you when you’re hur-ur-hurt and scared, wouldn’t you?”
The Toons do nothing.
“...Right. I’d h-hope so. At the mo-oment it may be all f-fun and games… and I wish it st-stayed that way. B-B-But we.. all know that isn’t the case.”
The Mechanician sighs, twitching more heavily than before.
“...”
“W-Well… perhaps this experience has.. given you some food for thought.”
The Mechanician pauses, seeing an opening in the roof from the battle. She looks at the Toons one last time, expression saddened.
“Now… i-if… if you’ll ex-excuse me. Seems… this repairwoman… n-needs some repairing, herself. Please… if you can help it… d-don’t come back.”
The Mechanician moves to fly away, but one of the toons walks ahead of the group, pausing near her. She pauses, watching the toon for a moment, before nodding.
“It’s okay, I understand. I-I-IIIIIIIIIII-”
“..I forgive you.”
The Mechanician flies away.
Ending Cutscene (Defeat)
The Mechanician reaches to her power core, hand hovering over it shakily. She is clearly in immense pain, her panic now reaching a boiling point as she realizes how injured she really is. Suddenly, her hands clench into fists and she quakes through the pain, knocking the toons off their feet.
“STOP!!!! THAT.. IS QUITE.. ENOUGH!!!”
She shakes her head, pulling her hands to her chest protectively and looking at the Toons as they rise to their feet.
“Why…?! I’ve been clear from the beginning that I didn’t want to fight! But… B-But you just won’t LISTEN!”
Her hands rise, holding her head in distress.
“Wh-What do you even get from this… from hurting me?!”
The Toons attack.
“Gh-!! ……Heartless… y-you’re all heartless!”
The Mechanician pauses, seeing an opening in the roof from the battle. She looks at the Toons one last time, expression disgusted.
“I see now… w-why the Chairman insists we fight you T-T-Toons. You’re just as cr-cruel as some of those suits can be.”
The Mechanician flies away.
Notes
[Sorry no specific Cheats past the usual ‘Cog Capacity’ and ‘Lure Resistance’ ones because my brain is kind of melting right now lol. Also no specific damages listed with each attack besides what I already said above about the minimum and maximum for the same reason.]
Another note about cheats, I know for certain she’d have a sort of healing cheat. Knowing her personality she’d end up healing herself, her allies AND the toons. She just wanna be frens :(
Attacks
Guilt Trip
Water Cooler
Brain Storm
Rolodex
Her employee ID is based on the approximate year the first motorized vacuum was invented.
Excluding her nickname "Chelly", her first, middle and last name are all based on various companies that produce vacuums.
I was initially going to have it that all rewards could be used, but with how cog Chelly is, she'd do anything to ensure that pink slips wouldn't be used. She thinks the canons would hurt the cogs, or that someone, toon or cog, might get hit in the crossfire.
also that 3rd drawing, the transparent one. sticker :)))))))))))
#913's art#ok to rb#very long post#cw robot gore#cw gore#♡ chip revvington#♡ misty monsoon#anthro#toontag#toontown corporate clash#toontown#ttcc#chainsaw consultant#chip revvington#ttcc rainmaker#rainmaker#misty monsoon#self ship art#self insert#t: euca lyptus#self insert community#q4q self ship#wlw self ship#role swap au#//woooooooooo autism beaaaaaaammmmm............. uhhh...... falls over asleep bc its literally 4am
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Alright, so no requests today because I am stupid and bad at time management, but I'm realising that I haven't actually spoken about character writing/OCs on here yet.
Which is like, my whole thing.
And since I mainly write for the Maze Runner (though I write for different things pls ask for other series), I'm gonna give some TMR OC/story ideas.
In the form of the other Mazes.
Literally no one ever talks about this and I think it's cool and there's loads of ideas.
So, in the movies (sorry book fans) it's confirmed at the start of The Scorch Trials that there are a couple dozen Mazes.
And as much as we all love to see our OC live in the Glade with the boys, you are limiting yourself to what you can do. I mean, sometimes people put their characters in Group B, but that's still pretty rare.
SO, why not put a character(s) in another Maze, where you can literally write whatever you want.
And give yourself some interesting ground for fanfics.
For example:
A unisex Maze, that has the same amount of boys and girls.
A Maze where there's no Grievers, but the escape puzzle is much harder (*cough* like in the books *cough*)
A Maze where the monsters in the Maze are different.
A Maze where only one person (your character) is put in and is expected to not survive at all, but somehow pulls through despite literally being completely isolated. Bonus points for animal companion.
A Maze where people speak a bunch of different languages, just cause I think it'd be funny.
An enclosed Maze, where there's no sky (fake or otherwise).
Or a Maze with a different layout/vibe- ex. A Maze that has white walls and is more like a hospital/psych ward vibe, but obviously also a Maze. Duh.
A Maze that has to go through more extreme weather conditions.
I also think this has a lot of potential to show the differences between the groups. Like, if you leave people alone with no contact to the outside world, they're gonna do their own thing.
Some examples:
Slang- obviously Group A and Group B have their own slang words, but boy would I love a Group that just full-on swears every thirty seconds. Or exclusively uses North England slang. Imagine a Group of teenagers calling each other wankers and using 'sound' when something goes well. Would be perfection.
Fashion- personally, I think that the Groups having their own individual fashion sense would be neat. Obviously, they have other priorities and the type of boys we see in Group A aren't gonna care about that, but I just think it'd be cool. Do with that what you will.
Body mods- kinda like fashion, but as someone who was (and still is) a dumb teenager with dumb teenage friends, stick and poke tattoos and piercing themselves is absolutely something teenagers would do without adult supervision. Tell me I'm wrong.
Anyway, my point is that you can create your own little culture in these Mazes, and I don't think anyone uses that enough. I even have a couple of my own OCs, one of which follows these ideas.
So, yeah, sorry for lack of completed requests I am trying my best- but have some ideas instead :))
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NPC!Purple (aka Sammy8D’s headcanon Purple backstory)
You know, with the release of AvM ep. 29 on the horizon,
I realized I don’t think I’ve ever publicly shared one of my most precious and long running au/headcanons
I mean, I’ve definitely share it on the AvA Enthusiasts server but never here on Tumblr, and let me tell you, I have a LOT of created for this
Including a 9 chapter long origin fanfic (3 chapters already written out!), a whole character arc for Purple, and even a future arc for them that expands out their world
Unfortunately, I never felt like this idea was ready to be made public but with the fabled Purple and Green episode so close, you know what?
Why not just get it out there!
Now is the best time before this episode absolutely destroys any sense of “canon” to my story asldkgjls
Without further ado, here is a rough summary of
Sammy8D’s NPC!Purple AU/Headcanon Backstory!
So to preface this, the premise of Purple’s backstory was created back in 2020 after I officially got into the AvA fandom, so at that point, we didn’t know about King and what his involvement with Purple could entail
So just keep that in mind when I start talking about things
Alright to start off,
This is my interpretation of Purple’s potential backstory that quickly grew into AU territory the more I started developing it.
(Listen, Alan gave us a stick figure with little to no backstory and then didn’t mention them at all for the next 2 years. You expect me, guy known to love lore, to just let that stand? /lh alskdlgjs)
The premise is this.
Purple was originally from a Medieval themed RPG game on the StickPage website. They lived in the main village and worked as a Shopkeeper, buying and selling item from the Hero (aka the playable character). Aside from being a shopkeep, they were also friends with the town’s blacksmith (Pink) and the members of the Hero’s Party, Gray (the tank) and White (the mage/healer). They also had a friendly rivalry with a travelling merchant known as Navy.
All of this is to say, they were living a happy life.
Until the Dark Lord and the Chosen One arrived and destroyed their game.
(Alan jokingly said Purple had a rough childhood once, and I took that seriously)
In the panic, Purple was accidently ejected from their game and crash landed on the MAC desktop we find them on in AvM ep. 9. Unfortunately for them, due to Dark and Chosen’s attacks, the StickPage website went down for maintenance and Purple couldn’t return back to their game.
So they wait, and when the website finally returns?
Their game is no longer there. As it turns out after the attack, the game files were partly corrupted and the game’s creator decided to not risk further corruption and removed the game from the site.
Now Purple is stranded and homeless, having lost everything they’ve ever known in a matter of minutes.
Of course, things don’t stay bad. Eventually Minecraft is introduced to them and the rest is history, but this is pretty much the jist of how I imagined Purple coming to live on the MAC.
The main problem I’m facing rn is that I don’t know how King would fit into this picture. I currently have 2 working ideas to add King in but it all kinda depends on if Purple meets King before or after the events of AvM ep 10.
The first idea is if Purple and King meet AFTER the events of AvM ep 10. In this route, Purple would have fled from their desktop into the Nether and met King. Purple decides to join and follow him under the promise that King can help Purple regain everything they’ve lost.
Alternatively, the second idea is that Purple and King meet BEFORE the events of AvM ep 10. In this scenario, King is actually the one who introduces Purple to Minecraft. This would be shortly (like a few months) after Purple loses their game so when King comes along, they kinda latch on to him.
Either way, I think I have enough ideas for both scenarios to work. I just need to figure out with one I want to do more.
Also, I heard through the grapevine that we might be getting ACTUAL purple backstory soon so you know what? I’ve been working and thinking about this particular headcanon backstory since Showdown, so whatever happens happens. I’m happy to say this is an AU when the time comes. It won’t make a difference to me! ^^
#Sammy8D says#Sammy8D art#alan becker#purple stick figure#ava purple#avm purple#NPC!Purple#npc purple#animator vs animation#Animation vs minecraft#ava#avm#purple origin story#ava au#avm au#NPC!Purple AU#Sammy8D Stick Stuff
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Cold-Blooded
Vampires are cold-blooded.
It’s an academic observation in southern California.
It’s far more real in Appalachian Tennessee. Sierra is feeling the chill herself. It’s not below freezing, but there was definitely some drifting snow in the air when she woke up this evening, and her breath is making faint foggy clouds. She’s keeping her hands in her sweatshirt pocket, and the tip of her nose is tingling.
Shay has been quiet for a while now. Sierra had thought maybe it was just his usual quiet unless he has something to say thing, but now she’s worried. Vampires don’t self regulate their body temperature in any way, and loss of proper circulation can send them into a torpor state not unlike cold-blooded animals.
“Shay, you alright?”
“Do I look alright?” There’s no chattering teeth or tremor in his voice, just snark.
Sierra scoots a little closer to him on the log anyway, adjusting the blanket spread over their legs, then looks up at the sky. “Where did you say the meteor shower is gonna be, Pete?”
Pete looks perfectly comfortable in a quilted flannel jacket and fingerless gloves. Sierra kind of wants to punch him. Totally unfair. “A little to the northwest.” He pushes up his sleeve to check his watch. “In about twenty minutes.”
“Twenty minutes?” Shay asks. “Seriously?”
“We got up here a lot faster than I thought we would,” Pete says. “Someone cleared the trails out. A few years ago I was climbing over fallen trees and having to go around branches.”
“So your idea of a fun-filled night is drag your best friends through a potential obstacle course?” Sierra asks.
“You’re the one who said seeing the meteor shower would be cool.”
“It is cool. Literally.” Sierra rubs her arms. “Should we maybe start a fire or something?”
“If we do, it’ll make it harder to see anything up there,” Pete says. “We can light one for a bit and then put it out, though.”
“That sounds like a great idea to me,” Sierra says. “Shay, how do you feel about a fire?” Vampires aren’t fond of cold temperatures, but they’re also very averse to fire. Uncle John has apparently endless stories of how Robin has pissed Emma off with minor (controlled, or at least so he claims) arson.
There’s no response. Sierra turns to Shay to see him slumped forward, head resting on his chest, lips bluer and skin paler than even his normal.
Idiot. He wouldn’t have been shivering or had chattering teeth, because those are the responses of something warm-blooded trying to regulate itself.
He may not have realized how bad things were getting, himself. Sierra thinks he would have told her if he did. He’s usually pretty good about being honest about an issue, unless it’s going to involve him needing real blood.
This won’t. But he’s still a new vamp and this is his first time in colder weather. He’s used to human indicators of hypothermia, and probably didn’t recognize the vampire ones as anything other than discomfort.
“Pete, we are gonna need that fire.” She nods to Shay. “Because I do not want to try and carry him back down that trail.” Having him as virtual deadweight in flat desert was bad enough.
“If we can get him warm he should be fine,” Pete says, digging some matches out of his jacket pocket and picking up a handful of twigs and fallen leaves. “He’s basically going into hibernation because of the temperatures.”
It’s certainly not the worst off Sierra’s ever seen Shay, but that doesn’t mean it’s good. It’s more easily fixed than open wounds or blood loss or exposure to silver, but given that vampires can’t help their own bodies warm back to a functional temperature, Sierra and Pete are going to have to do all the work.
She slides her jacket off her arms, pulling Shay into a clumsy hug and slipping her hands under his shirt to wrap around his back. His skin is like ice. She shivers from the contact.
Pete takes a moment away from the tiny flickers of his fire to drape the blanket around the two of them like a miniature tent. The wool is scratchy against Sierra’s cheek, but it traps her warmth between herself and Shay, and she feels him shift against her.
She curls into him, watching the firelight flicker on his features, bringing out the color again. The reddish glow makes him almost look human again. It’s honestly a strange sight.
She isn’t sure what she would have thought of him if they’d met while he was still human.
The only Shay she knows is the vampire.
And she likes the person she knows.
He blinks lazily, and the fire’s light brings out the flecks of gold ringing the center of his irises.
“Welcome back,” she says, laughing out a huff of relief.
“Wh…” He sounds groggy, dazed.
“We let you get too cold. We’re just going to get you warm and then go home,” she says.
Pete sits down on the log next to them, re-adjusting the blanket so it now wraps (almost) around all three of them. Sierra shudders at the momentary gust of chilly wind, then leans into Pete’s warmth. The fire is crackling cheerfully, several crossed logs forming a solid base that smolders determinedly. There’s only a low red light now, but it’s reliable, steady and warm.
“Hey, look.” Pete detaches one arm from the cocoon of warmth to point upward.
Sure enough, a scatter of pinpoint lights is making their way to earth.
Sierra watches them, burning so bright until they go out, and settles a little closer into the bodies surrounding her.
Falling stars only last for a few moments. But the best of them never go down alone.
Everything, even going down in flames, is better done together.
You can read this story and more from my universe on my WorldAnvil here!
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ALL TOGETHER OR NOT AT ALL 3
(I am sorry. But do not feel like writing about the hero vs villain or the sports festival. Everyone knows what happens. Plus, I do not know how I would input Y/n in those situations because it is all even. If you all want me too, I will but till then. I will stick to not writing it.)
Y/n’s Pov
U.A high, I finally get to join and work alongside amazing people and their quirks. I was to stop by Uncle Nezu’s office first to grab all the need-to-know things. Since my papa would not tell me. The school is humongous, and it is extremely easy to get lost. But then I felt a tap on my shoulder. A girl with orange hair looked at me and smiled.
“Hello, are you looking for someone?” She looked at me and tilted her head.
“More like somewhere. Can you please help me find Principle Nezu?” I smiled to her, returning her smile back and she froze for a moment.
“Y/n Yazawa, right? I am a fan. Sure, I will show you to Principle Nezu.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me with her.
“Sorry for not asking before, but what is your name?” I followed behind her.
“Itsuka Kendou, Class 1-b" She stopped, abruptly and I ran into the back of her.
“I am so sorry-”
“Don’t be sorry. I did not give much warning.” She nodded her head then the bell rang.
“I must go now. See you are, Yazawa.” She walked off and I knocked on my uncle’s door.
“Come in!”
I walked in and he jumped onto my shoulder.
“My favorite niece.”
“I think I am your only niece.”
“Which makes you, my favorite.” He smiled and went back to his desk picking up a folder.
“This is all the classwork you must make up. The Class-1A students have been through a lot. But they are about to start some hero studies internships. During that time, you will stay here and work on assignments and missed out training.” I nodded along.
“I must warn you; your Papa isn’t easy on his students. But I believe in you. I will walk you to your class. So, follow me.” Uncle Nezu jumped back on my shoulder and started to point me in direction until we made it to a room labeled, ‘Class-1A’
“Good luck, my favorite niece.”
He then left me here.
I knocked and walked inside.
My Papa looked at me, then towards the class.
“This is Y/n Yazawa, my daughter. I will not hesitate to expel you if you try anything. Many you Mineta.” My Papa motioned me to step forward, to introduce myself more fully.
“Hello, like he said. My name is Y/n Yazawa. Just call me Y/n. My quirk is elements, which if you do not know include; water/ice, fire, earth and wind. I hope we can all be friends.” I smiled at everyone. A pink haired girl caught my attention, she was smiling and wiggling in her seat.
I smiled walking past her; I went to the only empty seat in the back. Assuming it was mine.
“Alright, now back to what I was saying. Hero Informatics. You need code names. Time to pick your hero identities.”
The class started to jump around with glee.
“This is related to the pro-hero draft picks that I mentioned the last time we were in class together. Normally, students don’t have to worry about the draft yet. Not until their second or third year actually, but your class is different. In fact, extending offers to first- years like you, pros are essentially investing in your potential. Any offers can be rescinded if their interest in you dies down after graduation, though.”
There was a bang on a desk.
“Stupid, selfish adults.” Mineta looked at his fist.
“So, what you’re saying is, we’ll still have to prove ourselves after we’ve gotten recruited.” Hagakure said and my Papa nodded.
“Correct. Now. Here are the totals for those of you who got offers.” The chalkboard started to show a chart. I looked down and started reading class work, dissociating from the world around me.
“You’ll have hell to pay later!” I knew that voice.
Aunt Nemuri!!
She gave me a small wink before taking her stand at the podium.
“What you pick today could be your code name for life. You better be careful, or you’ll be stuck with something utterly indecent.” She stood beside my papa and looked around the class.
“Yeah. She’s got a good point. Midnight is going to have final approval over your names. It's not my forte. The name you give yourself is important. It helps reinforce your image and shows what kind of hero you wanna be in the future. A code name tells people exactly what you represent. Take All-might for example.” Papa started to zip up his bag. I poked Todoroki's back.
“Does he sleep in here a lot?”
“Yea. Every class or ever other class.” He turned back around. I then looked down at my wrist. My soulmate's mark started to glow again. Like it did back in elementary school.
I took the board and the marker and began to think. It didn’t take me long to figure out what I wanted.
“Already know?” Momo shared a smile my way.
“Yes, I have thought about this for a while. It’s a name to grow into.” I looked back down at it and smiled. Thinking of the phone calls mom and I had.
“Now students, who amongst you is ready to share?”
Aoyama stood up, walked to the podium and put his board down.
“Hold your breath.”
“The Shining Hero. I cannot stop twinkling! Mon Amis. You can’t deny my sparkles.”
I covered my mouth to not laugh, not wanting to sound rude.
“It will be better this way. Take out the ‘I’ and shorten the cannot too can’t.” Aunt Nemuri changed words around.
“It’s stunning, mademoiselle.”
Some of the students bickered.
Mina went next.
“My code name: Alien queen.”
“Hold on, like that horrible monster with acidic blood? I don’t think so.” Aunt Nemuri looked scared. Mine walked back to her desk sulking.
“Ribbit! I think I’ve got one. Okay if I go next?” Tsu raised her hand.
“Come on up!”
She stood up from her desk and walked to the podium.
“I’ve had this name in mind since grade school. Rainy season hero: Froppy!”
“That’s delightful, it makes you sound approachable. What a great example of a name everyone will love!”
The class started to shout her hero name.
“I’ve got mine, too. The Sturdy Hero: Red Riot.” Kirishima said looking tough.
“Red Riot? Interesting. You’re paying homage to the chivalrous hero, Crismon Riot, yes?” She pointed a finger at Kirishima.
“That’s right. He may be kinda old school, but someday, I wanna be just like he was. Crismon is my idol.” He raised a determined fist.
“Hm. If you’re bearing the name of someone you admire, you have that much more to live up to.”
“I accept the challenge.”
Everyone gave him a smile.
“The Hearing Hero: I’m Earphone Jack.”
“Now that’s a good one.”
“The Tentacle Hero: Tentacole.”
“Oh, I like what you are doing with that. A nice portmanteau.”
“The Taping Hero” Cellophane!”
“That’s on the nose. Good work!”
“Martial Arts Hero: Tailman.”
“No surprise with that one, I guess!”
“I’m the Sweets Hero: Sugarman!”
“Perfect”
“Pinky!”
“Make those looks work for you, girl!”
“Stun Gun Hero: I am Chargebolt. Electric don’t ya think?”
“Makes me all tingly!”
“The Stealth Hero: Invisibke Girl!”
“That really suits you!”
“Now come on, who’s gonna step up next?” Aunt Nemuri reached her hand out.
“I hope I can live up to this name. The Everything Hero: I am Creati!”
“Creative”
“Shoto”
“Just your name? Is that it?”
“uh-huh”
“Jet-Black Hero: Tsukuyomi.”
“Ah, God of the night!”
“Fresh-Picked Hero: Grape Juice.”
“Very Kitschy!”
“Petting Hero: Anima”
“Yep. All about it!”
“King Explosion Murder” I looked up and was met with an angry stare. Katsuki couldn’t be serious.
“I’m gonna say that one’s a little too violent.”
“Uh, what do ya mean?!” He started to bicker with her.
“Why don’t you be explosion boy?” Kirishima yelled across the classroom.
“You shut up, weird hair!”
“This is the name I thought of: Uravity!”
“I just love that!”
“To be honest, choosing names is going faster than I thought it would. All we have left is young Bakugo, who needs to re-think his, Iida, Yazawa and oh Midoriya too.”
“Tenya”
“You’re using your real name, too?”
“Midoriya? Are you ready?”
He got up and walked to the podium.
“Really, Midoriya?”
“You sure about that?”
“Yeah, man, remember, that could be your name forever.”
“Right. I used to hate it. But then something changed. I guess someone taught me it could have a different meaning. And that had a huge impact on how I felt. So, now I really like it. Deku. That has to be my codename.” Midoriya sat back down, and I stood up.
I walked to the podium and my aunt smiled at me.
“I am the Elements Hero: Mother Nature”
“That reminds me a lot of your mother's hero name. Make sure you make her proud.”
“I will!”
I went to sit back down, and Papa stood up.
“Now that everyone’s decided on their hero names, we can go back to talking about your upcoming internships. They'll last for one week. As for who you’ll be working with: Those of you who are on the board will choose from among your offers, everyone else will have a different list. You have a lot to think about. There are around 40 agencies across the country who’ve agreed to take you on interns from your class. Each agency has a different specialty that its heroes focus on. Keep that in mind.” Papa looked over at Aunt Nemuri.
“Imagine you were Thirteen. You’d want to focus on a place that focuses on rescuing people not fighting villains. Understand?” She finished and smiled to the class.
“Think carefully before you decide.” Papa picks up a stack of papers.
“Yes, sir!”
“Turn in your choices before the weekend.”
“We only have two days?!” Sero looked at his teacher.
“Yeah, so you should start now. You’re dismissed.” My Papa walked out, closing the door behind him.
Everyone was talking about their internships and who they would choose. I tried not to get into the converstation as I had nothing to contribute. So, I just decided to stick to my late classwork assignments.
A few minutes passed and the students were leaving.
I felt 3 pairs of stares on me.
When I looked up, the stares were no longer on me. But Mina was in my face.
“Um, hello.” I tried to smile.
“Can I walk with you home? Please.” She jumped around me.
“Of course.” I stood up and walked towards the exit with her. Feeling the stares again.
“Have you spoke to your soulmates, yet?” She looked over at me, as we changed into different shoes.
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You are a sensible jkkr because u atleast try to understand not only the positive but negative points too if we thought about Jikook being in a romantic relationship. So i want to know now what's ur opinion on jimin recent post on weverse in which he's saying that he didn't even knew about the rain and floods in Korea....so it means that he's not in touch with members that much these days?? Specially with his boyfriend??? Specially if it happened in Seoul where his so called boyfriends lives and all the members too??? I mean isn't it strange to think that a couple who u all jkkrs thinks are in a relationship from atleast some years now doesn't even talk with eachother when this happened??? Isn't it also another point out of many that indicates that may b...just may be they're not in a romantic relationship with eachother??? Like the same type of point when jimin didn't even know his boyfriend prefers white wine over red when tae was so confident about it??? Here on Tumblr...some big jikook blogs claiming that purple bunny ears in jimin's and Benny photo was for jk...but nobody talks about things like this??? Doesn't it also important to talk about these type of things too bcz lots and lots of young army's read their blogs too??? And let me clarify this also that m not saying here that a couple should be talking 24hrs even if they're out of the country for their work or something but i just know that atleast couple talk atleast 5mint in one day ??? To talk about their day and what's happening with them and evrything is alright or not and basically just to say they miss eachother????? So it's really strange for me that jimin didn't know about the floods... specially from his BOYfriENd who also lives in the same city!!!!
Your thoughts on this???
Dear Obvious Taekooker Who Somehow Wandered Onto My Blog:
First, let me say I've already addressed the issue around Jimin not being aware of how severe the flooding was in Seoul. You can read more of my take on that HERE. It's a bit concerning that anyone would immediately suspect Jimin's parents, brother, staff, managers, members, friends, news apps and (potential) boyfriend have all cut contact with him, instead of perhaps thinking maybe he's just super busy in a time zone 16 hours behind and he just hasn't checked his phone for a while?
Second, with regard to the red wine preference anecdote... Didn't JK share some red wine with Hobi and Tae when they all went out to dinner in Vegas? I think I remember Tae posting photos of that on his Insta. Maybe they all discussed white vs. red wine then, and that's why Tae knew that JK liked white wine better? I mean, I dunno, but it would make sense.
It would also make sense if they just had dinner other times and the tidbit came up in conversation. Just like how Tae knew Jin had ice cream in his house even though Jin is not a huge fan of ice cream--he knew because Jin gave him ice cream at his house. It doesn't mean Taejin is real (though it would be super hot if it were)!
When Jimin and Jungkook would hang out all night and get up to stuff alone together, they would drink beer, so JK's preference for white wine might be a recent development. Taste buds change every seven years or so. I'm not sure there's a burning need for him to tell Jimin about it, whether they were dating or not.
So as for Jimin not knowing, look... I lived with my mom off-and-on for almost 24 years before I finished my Master's degree and completely moved out; and for the past 19 years after that, we still email every day, talk on the phone several times a week, and visit every other week in person. My mom is my best friend on Earth. And I only recently discovered she hates red wine because she has an allergy to the sulfates in it. Surely you're not suggesting that I am not close with my mom and or don't love her, just because I didn't know a detail about her alcoholic beverage preferences?
I mean, in a Vlive this late winter with JK, Tae, Jin, and Hobi, Tae didn't seem to know JK got a new phone. Isn't it more suspicious not to know about your (alleged) boyfriend's brand new phone?? But, like, no, not really. It's really not a huge hairy deal. Because relationships don't require you immediately knowing every single detail about the other person to be valid. If it starts to add up that you don't know a lot of little details over time, then yeah, that's telling. But I think it's pretty clear that BTS are all close with one another, even if they don't know all the trivia. We are about to get new RUN episodes and I'll bet they get questions wrong about each other left and right. Because even if you live or work with someone for years, you're not mind-melded. It doesn't mean you don't love them.
Third and finally, please go find joy elsewhere and get off my blog. Please. I'm asking you nicely. Please go away. I don't have the energy for a tit-for-tat bout every time you think you have proof Jikook isn't real. This is my happy place where I celebrate Jimin and his bond with Jungkook. I love discussing ideas around it in good faith, and I'm perfectly open to the idea that they are not dating, but I really don't like when people tear apart their relationship, whatever it may be. The fact that you come into my space and use words like "jkkr" and "BOYfriENd"--which is rude and aggressive--tells me you're here to troll, not exchange ideas.
Aren't there better uses for your energy? You could be enjoying Taekook's content right now in your own space. Or you could just be rocking out to BTS' music. You could be out in the world, making it a little bit better place. You don't have to be on Tumblr, worrying about whether or not Jikook text each other frequently. That's for Jikook to worry about.
So pretty please with sugar on top, see yourself out now.
Sincerely,
Roo
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Hey, so I just want to give my own two cents regarding his reaction to this. It's not exactly the same situation but I genuinely do feel like Colby and I kind of have a similar personality when it comes to things like this in regards to like, how we handle potentially emotional situations or crises so here we go:
I had a breast cancer scare when I was 20, so almost ten years ago. In the end, it didn't end up being cancer but it did take me about two weeks to find out for sure and I had a very similar reaction at least to that part. I felt this overwhelming sense of peace about the whole situation, I was mentally ready to hear doctors tell me I had cancer. I was extremely calm. So calm that my dad thought I wasn't taking it seriously and had to be pulled aside by my mother to tell him to cool his attitude around me because it wasn't helping the situation. It wasn't a denial thing, I was fully aware of what was happening but it was very much a similar idea of 'I can either drown myself in this reality or accept that this is (or in my case, might be) my reality and work from there.'
I will say, this type of reaction typically comes from people who are a little more stunted emotionally - and I fully admit that I kind of am - and does sometimes involve putting up a front so people don't worry about you but it's also not the completely negative/red flag a lot of people seem to view it as. I've had many friends/family over the years tell me that I'm the best person to have around during a crisis strictly because that's my reaction to events like that. It doesn't mean we don't feel things, we do. We just push it down until we feel we're in a spot to allow ourselves to feel it.
I would wager he is probably kinda disturbed by the whole situation behind the scenes or even on his own when he's alone at night. When I had my biopsy to collect samples so they could determine if it was in fact cancer, that bitch of a bruise turned every color imaginable and I cried every night while changing the bandage cause it was so damn ugly for a while but I never showed that part of myself to people, they didn't need to see it. Again, positives and negatives to having that type of personality I suppose, and again, this is just me assuming he has a similar personality to me when it comes to this but that was my (totally not the same) experience and the reaction I had to it.
first off, i just wanted to thank you for sharing your story. and also, i'm so happy to hear that it wasn't cancer in the end.
as for colby, i do agree with you that i think you and him are similar in this vain. in the past colby has mentioned (and it's been obvious as someone who's been a fan of him for so long) that he is a bit… emotionally stunted. colby himself also said during the livestream last night "either i could cry and be upset about this, or i can be proactive about it." my dad was very similar when he was first diagnosed. he took it better than my mother did. he was just like "okay… what's the next step?" and he remained positive pretty much the whole time during his first battle with it.
and personally, i can understand wanting to remain calm and logical about all of this. take it one day at a time, accept that this is just how things are now, and move forward with the best plan. to be honest, i'm totally okay and happy to some extent that he is so positive about this. bc it does fill me with hope that if he truly believes he's gonna be okay, then he really is gonna be okay.
my fear is that a) he's ignoring his emotions or b) god forbid if it were to get worse, he's not gonna know how to handle it bc he never handled this first time. i think both things can be true - you can be proactive and logical, and you can be upset and cry. emotions will demand to be felt in one way or another, regardless of if you want them to be or not. and i get it, i think rn especially he just wants to reassure fans and make sure we're alright (which is fucking insane to me bc…. it's his health, it's not like this is immediately affecting us). and i'm happy he cares enough about us to want to make sure we're okay. but i hope he knows that if he does feel like shit, or needs time away bc he's emotional, that is 1000% valid. no one would fault him for feeling that way. it's not weak to feel scared or sad.
and if he wants to do that all behind closed doors, of course. i get that. i don't expect him to cry on camera or anything. i just want him to know that it's okay if he's upset about all of this. he's allowed to be.
i just want him to be okay. and if okay looks like crying and being upset some days, then that's what it is. if it looks likes being super positive and uplifting, then let it be that. or let it be both.
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Entire main party is 30~ Lowest units are some unused members that joined over time like the thief girl who are all like 15 but also I'm not going to use bad units for no reason when I've spent this entire time trying to make a fun and cohesive team that isn't like 5 warriors.
Yeah okay go fuck yourself. ALL of them are 20~ I HAVE to break this law or use my bad backup units.
I didn't even grind in a ridiculous fashion, I'd argue I did LESS side content than a kid would playing this, with the caveat of both me and the hypothetical kid playing on hard, and here we are.
Well let me take this moment to not complain about laws because let's be honest, I'm just gonna break this one and not look back, I do that a lot because the rewards are "nice" but not necessary and I don't have any good privileges that I'd hate to lose yet (turns out that one trial that cheated and put me in an unwinnable situation by cheating because the game cheats would have given me a nice one!)
Instead I just wanted to say the story is progressing so... strangely lol.
Maybe it's just my experience, but I really enjoyed how this all began- it's "kind" of a retread of FFTA's falling into Ivalice story, except that one was from the POV of a kid who really wanted to get back, and wanted to save his brother, and had conflicts with the friends and family he came across because none of them wanted to leave, and all of this was capped off with poor writing that failed to play to the strengths of such a dilemma.
This one is that, but you're one of the kids who's pretty chill with being here, but the story is genuinely promoting and working to the strengths of that, because Luso DOES want to go home, but he's NOT in a hurry to do it, and the in-universe solution to him getting home is for him to enjoy his stay here, the WORLD is bending to make his motivation work, it's great!
The story is quite literally "Enjoy this fun fantasy world and you'll go home :)" at the moment and just that is pretty nice, but it's also capped off with some interesting growth in the background- who is Cid, holy shit Cid got shot there's some dark stuff going on in this world, what is this magicite or whatever, is the Mist a problem- all of that is good and adds to it so far!
But uh.
All of that is kinda on the backburner like 99% of the time it feels lol
Because the actual story is just "IDK, go grab some medicine (he doesn't super need but it's nice)? IDK, what's that rock? Oh you don't know so it'll take a while so that's post-poned? alright. IDK, wanna go on an airship? No reason, just do you wanna go look over the edge while flying because that'd be neat? Yeah."
Like I genuinely think the "goal" at the moment being to simply enjoy the world is potentially a good one, it's something some neat side quest centric stuff could latch onto, but instead it's very much just. meandering.
The side quests themselves are all empty and nothing as all hell, a lot of them are just "Have you unlocked the right job to hand over the unit for a few weeks?" or "Can you walk over to this node and we'll call that a delivery quest? (reminder there aren't forced random encounters so it's just you walking from A to B) and why is that even a thing.
And then the main quest is just, more meandering. I'm doing NOTHING!
I'm sure it won't stay that way, but it feels like the last like 8 main quest objectives were just us walking around aimlessly, all the while the thief girl makes snide remarks about stealing from us, and Luso goes "Oh you~ Anyways, let's go tell Cid that we climbed a mountain!"
It's been nothing for slightly too long.
Oh it's that Vaan guy.I know him from final fantasy.
I rather enjoyed that one, it's Weird and it's gameplay is Weird and it's Big Flawed and I really had a great time and wish I had been in the mood to post more of it when I did play it lol
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Old whumptober prompt
Explosion
“I can’t believe they let you get away with that!” Exclaimed the blonde girl laying at the foot of Blythe’s twin bed.
“You could get away with it too if you just tried harder, Cleo. I swear. You have much better aim than you show in tests.”
“And show up the Program’s golden child? Blythe, surely you jest!”
“Stop calling me the golden child! You started that whole thing and it is the worst. We both know it's more like the red flag child. If I fuck up, I’m sure I’ll disappear like KJ.”
“They wouldn't do it. You actually have a lot more potential as a free thinking agent. And it might be the worst but I am the best. Admit it! Me resembling your best friend may have lured you to me, but you stuck around for my winning personality.”
“Or it could be… you are one of the few people not willing to backstab just to rank up a single level.”
“I refuse to backstab unless it gets me at least 5 ranks. Also, why would I put in the effort to be the best when I can ride the team’s, and your, coattails until I make enough to go to school? Get a real job. One that really helps people.” Cleo’s voice turned wistful.
“Our team is on a winning streak. A few more and we will beat the current Program record. We make a great team,” Blythe said, clapping her friend on the back.
“Please knock on wood or something! You will jinx us like that!” Cleo groaned.
Blythe rolled her eyes but leaned over to knock on the nearby night stand. But Cleo flailed in mock frustration.
“That's not real wood!”
“It will have to do. It's going to be fine,” laughed Blythe. “Now move. I have to check my weapons before our job tomorrow.”
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Everything had gone to shit in a flaming baggie. The client had either lied about how hard the job would be or he also wasn't expecting the battalion that fell upon their group halfway to the extraction point.
Blythe shouted over the commotion.
“H! How is that door coming? Kinda pinned down over here!”
“I almost have it open. Can you give me a little more time? C, I need you and R to take point while B covers the client,” a red headed man ordered.
“C should cover the client. I always take point. I’m not sure this is the time to change the script.” Blythe argued ducking behind a wall, reloading her side arm.
“We will have to make do. Door breach in 3...2...1…” H called.
R and Cleo went through the door first entering a corridor, followed by Blyth dragging the client by the collar, with H in the rear. There was a collective sigh as the door closed behind them.
“That gives us a little breathing room,” R laughed.
“I… wouldn't be so sure,” Blythe said slowly looking up, moving the client behind a pillar, “take cover everyone. It's about to get messy again.”
The team continued to pick off their enemies, the hall filled with a cacophony of gunfire and dying cries.
“B! LOOK OUT!” Cleo shouted.
In all the commotion Blythe didn’t register the faint beeping until the beeping was too fast to make moving matter. Suddenly something heavy knocked her to the ground only moments before the explosion filled the room.
After the disorientation passed, Blythe realized the weight that pushed her down was still on her. She looked on in horror to see Cleo. And too much red.
“I told you… you should have knocked on real wood,” came her pained voice.
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“You performed better than expected. The circumstances were not favorable and you completed the objective wonderfully,” said the Headmaster, then continued with a smile, “I will say that you are definitely on the way to breaking the Program’s streak alright. I look forward to it. You are all dismissed.”
With the wave of their hand the team began to file out. Only Blythe stood there, bile in her throat.
A wonderful job?
Cleo was dead and they did a WONDERFUL job?
Blythe looked down at her hand. Blood still on her gloves.
“Yes, Blythe? Did you need something?”
“Cl…”
“Ah yes. Cleo was lost and it's always a shame to lose someone with potential. No matter how reluctant they seem to be to use it. But in the end I suppose she was useful wasn't she? Don't worry. You didn't lose any points.” The Headmaster stood and came around the desk to put a hand on Blythe’s shoulder. “We look forward to seeing more of your accomplishments. Go rest.You will do great things.”
Blythe stiffly nodded then turned to leave. She had to escape this room. She wanted to scream. To cry. To be sick. But that would have to wait until she was away. She already made the mistake of being weak once today. It wouldn't be happening again. It couldn't ever happen again.
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– CLOSE AS STRANGERS
PAIRING: musician! suna rintarou x gn!reader
GENRE: angst(y), long distance relationship
A/N: this is based off this head-canon which basically compares suna rintarou to calum hood from 5sos, like... they're the same person, same [astro] planets. plus, this is based off the song, close as strangers.
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it's been six weeks since suna left home, touring around the world as the opening act while his band slowly grows in success everyday.
he stares at the messages that reads: delivered, unsure of when he'll get a response from you. the band has just finished their set, which meant his day – or night – was practically over with.
suna wishes he wasn't thousands of miles away from you, leaving you to spend nights alone when he should be there next to you and wrapped in your arms.
everyday that passes, every night spent with missed calls and dial tones only splits the two of you even further apart. with shaky hands, he presses the call button, bringing the device up to his ear, waiting for the other line to pick up.
the longer suna waits, the more scared he gets, but when the ringing stops so does his panic. "hey," your voice appears through the speaker, static. "how was it?"
"hi," he breaths out, "it was good. it's insane seeing so many people in the crowd though," suna says – praying that the line wouldn't cut out.
"oh yeah? it's a lot different than playing in front of twelve people in a hotel lobby isn't it?" you tease, fiddling with the ends of your shirt, doing your best to ignore the obvious drift between you two.
"well, it doesn't feel the same." suna says, "i'll take that hotel lobby over this any day if it means i get to see you in the crowd." feeling a lump begin to grow in his throat, attempting to clear it away, he continues on. "although the lighting is better here,"
"i bet!" a sad laugh escapes, "hey, don't forget to send me videos and pictures of you on stage alright? i'd rather see them come from you, instead of some fan on twitter."
of course it pained a little to not be near suna, but he was living his dream! he was doing what he wanted, travelling around the world with three of his best friends and performing in front of crowds of thousands.
sure it worries you sometimes, him being surrounded by people prettier, funnier, closer. or even how you've started to feel like someone who keeps dragging him down, that you're someone stopping him from reaching full potential, whatever that is.
"so um, when are you guys coming back over here for a show?" you ask, interrupting yourself from those thoughts, "i would buy tickets, but they're all sold out."
"i think we'll be back in around... six months?"
sucking in a breath, "wow, six months?" you repeat, the itching feeling in the back of your head resurfacing. would the relationship even last that much longer?
suna knew what you meant. he wasn't a mind-reader, and the constant interrupted connection didn't help either, but he could tell just by the deflation of your voice that this wasn't good.
"yeah... we have to finish the north american leg of the tour before we move on to europe and oceania." he explains, "but hey! i'll be back before you know it, and we can always find time to call for hours on end."
"no, no, yeah, of course." you say, "just tell me when you're free and have time, we can call then."
"yeah–" cut off when the door burst open, revealing the guitarist of the band along with the rest of the members behind him. "hey, give me a second," suna says, holding his phone to his chest. "what do you guys want?"
"we're going to go prank the band," semi informs holding up empty aluminium trays and whipped cream cans. "they're about to play teenage dirtbag in a couple minutes, so come on!"
on your end, hearing muffled voices, "alright– just give me a minute alright? i'll be right out," suna waves off, bringing his phone back up to his ear. "hey, i'm sorry, but i have to go."
"that's fine," you brush off, "i have to meet a friend in a few anyways."
"look, i'll call you later alright?"
"yeah, i'll see you." you say, hanging up the phone before another word can be said. tossing your device somewhere on your bed before burying yourself in the mountains of pillows and blankets.
suna stares at the disconnected line, putting aside whatever emotions dare to linger before joining his band outside with a forced smile. listening to semi go on about how they'll show them what the "emo's" can do.
of course, suna would rather be with you right now, and all he can hope for is that you'd wait for him too.
interaction appreciated!
PT 2: story of another us
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu drabbles#haikyuu suna#working hard so i can please you#hq#hq x reader#suna rintarou#suna x reader#suna rintarou angst#suna rintaro x reader#suna angst#suna rintarō#suna x you#semi eita#like semi makes an appearance#★ works
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A Failed Betrothal (4)
Am I doing this right? I mostly do write this when I am between the state of sleep and awareness. Hope you enjoy this.
[Masterlist]
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PART 4
Marinette came to a dungeon cell with two other prisoners. One of them was awake and he looked vaguely familiar. The other had an ugly red helmet that didn’t help with the headache she had.
“Do you know where we are?” She asked the handsome stranger with beautiful green eyes, her throat a little dry.
Wait. Handsome?
No bad Marinette. Don’t fall for fellow prisoners, no matter how cute he looks. Oh Kwamis, she was already screwed.
He still hadn’t replied. Maybe he didn’t understand French. She tried to ask again in another language before her enhanced hearing picked up the sound of footsteps. She faked unconsciousness. Later, she heard the iron door open. She looked through the tiniest slits of her eyes she could muster while the two held a staring/glaring match. Oh shit, that’s the fame Talia Al Ghul, daughter of Ra’s, head of the League of Shadows, and the boy she was glaring at had some resemblance to her, so he must be her son, Dennis? Daniel? Damon?
"Damian, I hope you know what you should do."
Ohh..Damian. Where had she heard that name before?
"To be forcefully married to that little girl. She is no one special. Why am I getting married to her?"
Ouch, that hurts. Well, Damian, just because I forgot your name does not mean you can call me a little girl. I can also kill you very easily and painfully.
“Well, Jason, you are awake. You can be the best man for the wedding.”
“No. I don’t know what game you are playing but you better release us. B is gonna find us and you will pay. Let the girl go. She is innocent in all of this.” Red Helmet, Jason, is officially not going on her hit list for his atrocious fashion choices. But that red monstrosity still needs to go.
"Ladybug may not seem like it but she possesses great power that my father converted for centuries. Speaking of, she should be awake by now."
Marinette felt her hair being yanked. A little pain was expected but the really sharp claws digging into her scalp was not. Making her cry and tear up.
”I am so sorry, kit.” Plagg whispered in the kwami language, loosening his claws.
"Tch, See, she is more pathetic than I thought. She is not powerful." Damian growled out.
Geez, thanks for the compliment, it’s not like you ever had a tiny cat dig its claws into your scalp out of surprise. (Damian once had a kitten thrown at his head and if he knew about Plagg, he would have been sympathetic.) Marinette started begging for mercy, hoping they would buy the helpless girl out of the suit that is ill-suited for the job she had been chosen for and had no idea on how to escape.
“Like I thought, weak. She is not deserving of the title of my wife.”
Oh kwamis, what did she ever do to have such a picky groom? The more he insults her, the less she wants to be married to him.
"Appearance can be deceiving. Despite her demeanor, she is the current wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Current Guardian. The old Guardian, the old fool had promised her in exchange for his protection."
Great, another reason to stop her mother from killing a senile old man.
"That doesn't mean I want to marry her. She is not worthy of an Al Ghul or a Wayne. Look at her, crying at the slightest feeling of pain."
So that’s where she heard it from. The boy was the son of the daughter of a guy who leads a secret order of assassins and a man that owns a multi-million business. How even did a billionaire meet an assassin, ends up in bed with her and lives? Something to think about for later. She quieted down her sobs, (beat that acting, Rossi) kept her voice low to hatch out a plan with Plagg in the kwami language while the mother-son duo bickered.
“Hey, Plagg before you go, you think I can do that thing, the one which your one of your past holders from Japan can do.”
“You have a lot of potential for destruction but you have not used the ring for a long time yet so I am not sure.”
“I will give it a go anyways. Nothing to lose after all. See you later, Plagg.” Marinette smiled, one that drove fear into the hearts of even the bravest of people. Plagg returned it, already loving the new Guardian before zipping out of the cell to do some scouting. Using the enhanced strength the French superheroine got from prolonged use of the Miraculous, she yanked the chains of the walls and wrapped them around Talia’s neck, cutting off her air supply.
The League of Assassins thought that they could kidnap her and get away with it. But they were no match for the daughter of Sabine Cheng, the deadly Blue Reaper. A high ranking member from the group of assassins and mercenaries called the Guild of Night, who had semi-retired. Kidnapping her was a bad move to make as it meant they had declared war on the Guild, despite the reason behind her abduction having a completely different intention.
She whispered as such to the older woman in her tight grip, making sure the League would know how much they had fucked up. After dropping the limp body, she took a deep breath and tried channeling some of her energy for what she was about to do.
Well, here goes nothing.
She breathed out on the shackles, turning it to rust.
Success!
She introduced herself as Lady and concentrated the energy from before into her hand, forming inky black orbs of destruction in order to free her fellow captives. She felt a little drained from doing magic out of the suit and tried not to show it. Plagg returned, informing her of where the Ra’s and the Pits were. She grinned at the thought of showing old Ra’s who the boss is and made sure he regretted ever messing with her. She explained about Plagg as vaguely as she can, no need to let anyone know about the miraculous than necessary. Sure her plan sounds insane but the boys don’t know who they were with.
She would worry about that curse after she got out of Nanda Parbat. Although she could probably find something in the grimoire to reverse it, she was still an amateur at magic so it was best to have a professional to take care of it. Marinette didn’t want to be with such an asshole, no matter how striking he looks in those regal robes.
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Picking off the League assassins, one by one was easy especially in her transformed state. She hadn’t appraised her suit properly but from what she had seen, it wasn’t like Chat Noir’s leather get-up. She was armoured in vital areas and her colour scheme was mainly black with green accents. There were vials that were probably poisons and pouches which she decided to look at later. She still had a long braid as a tail from her brief stint as Lady Noire and she wondered why her suit was different. While hiding in a niche she found, she called the bakery via the comm in one of her various pouches.
“Hello?”
“Papa, it’s me, Marinette. Do you know where Maman is?”
“She went out of Paris, talking about how this League must pay. I think she is meeting up with several of her old friends. Are you alright, my little blossom? I know you can take care of yourself but I worry.” The relief in Tom’s voice was palpable. However, she was right and the Guild was going to war against the League. Marinette was adored by nearly everyone in the Guild due to her strangely bubbly and cheery personality in the harsh and brutal lifestyle.
“I am fine, Papa. Did Maman use the Horse to leave? And how are my friends?” She knew they might be in a panic after her disappearance.
“I think she did. I didn’t see Kalki when I went to feed the kwamis. Your friends panicked when they found out you were kidnapped. But they are fine now, mostly worried about you. Took care of some akumas and senti monsters by themselves. I think your fencer friend, Kagami, knows more about the League than she lets on.” Of course, she does. Her mother was a member of the Guild before being blinded due to a mission. Kagami and her actually first met during a reunion party of sorts.
“Thank you, Papa. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
She hung up and dialed the personal phone number her mother uses that only Marinette and her father knows about. She waited for the call to connect, trying to think of ways to stop her mother from storming into the League’s base of operation.
“Maman, it’s me. I know you want to attack the League right this minute. But I have a better plan. Can you get Tikki’s earrings from Alix? We can use them and the ring to destroy the Lazarus Pits. Make them really angry.” She peeked out of the niche she was hiding in. She had been there for a while and needed to move to gain some grounds.
“Where are you? And are you okay?” Panic and worry filled her usually composed mother’s voice.
“I am somewhere in Nanda Parbat and I am fine. I was nearly married off to Talia’s son but I am not now. I think.” Marinette replied. Better to rip that band-aid off before she showed up with her would-have-been-husband. She jumped out of the niche and looked
“Kalki, Full Gallop. Okay, we will talk about the ‘nearly married’ part later. What was this plan to destroy the Lazarus Pits?” Sabine thought she was already used to Marinette’s brand of craziness that was her normal but apparently, not.
“I am currently on my way there. Plagg said we need Tikki to get rid of them. Since the League pissed me off and by extension you and the rest of the Guild, I thought our first move against them is to destroy the Pits and a trail of bodies. By the way, can you get some cheese for Plagg?” Marinette ran through the halls, knocking out some poor sod with a whack on the head.
Silence. She thought Sabine had hung up when-
“Voyage. Alix, where are you? We need Tikki for one of Marinette’s insane plans. And Marinette, stay safe, sweety, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”
“Bye, Maman. See you there.”
Marinette turned another corner, the last one before the path that leads to the entrance where the Lazarus Pits were. She only managed to find it with Plagg’s voice in her head, whispering directions and Tikki’s luck. Unfortunately, the luck ran out because the entrance had a lot of guards who had spotted her.
Crap.
She hoped her mother would get here soon. Thankfully, being transformed gave her a boost and would help her to hold her ground for a while.
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Damian and Red Hood followed the trail of unconscious bodies and sounds of fights, trying to find Lady. Damian was impressed at the level of her skills to defeat many of the League’s assassins although he could probably do better. They relied on his memory to find the Lazarus Pits which was their best bet to finding her as she claimed to be able to destroy them. If Lady possessed such powers, they must find out whether she is a threat to the world or not. And also break the infernal curse they have.
Red Hood was silent mostly. He made a few jabs about how kick ass his ‘bride’ was and how the current Robin should not let her get away. Damian tried really hard not to just maim his adopted brother and also ignore that little fluttering in his chest that happened every time they saw an unconscious assassin left behind by Lady. The sounds of fighting got louder as they got nearer to the entrance. They turned the final corner to see Lady fighting against the guards who outnumbered her. But she seemed to be doing fine against them. Mostly.
One had slipped through her defenses and nearly stabbed her in the back if it weren’t for Damian grabbing one of Red Hood’s guns and shooting a rubber bullet to the neck. He jumped into the fight, grabbing the fallen assassin’s sword and taking out the knife he got from his mother. Jason joined in too, not going to let the two teens have all the fun.
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“Thanks for the save, Al Ghul but I don’t know why you bothered when me being dead would solve your curse problem.” Lady said as the guards laid around them and they tried to catch their breath.
“It’s Wayne. I go by Wayne these days. Being an Al Ghul is not something I learned to be proud of. And as much as I don’t want this curse, your death is not worth that price.” he replied, “Although, I have to wonder why you would choose to die rather than live.”
She chuckled, “Okay, Wayne, to answer your question. Petty teenage drama makes death much more preferable. On top of that, I have responsibilities that I was practically forced into for doing one little act of kindness.” Her tone was joking but there was a touch of bitterness in it. It made Damian want to find out what caused it. Red Hood looked at her in concern. Lady went down the stairs, ignoring their reactions to her words. They followed her, not wanting to lose sight of her again.
The Lazarus Pits emitted a green glow that lit up the cave and cast strange shadows on the walls. At the edge of the glowing toxic green waters was a woman in dark blue clothing and strangely enough wearing sunglasses. Strapped to her sides were two Dao, ancient Chinese swords. She wore a vindictive expression on her face as she stood staring at the green lake, likely to kill anyone who gets in her way. Damian didn’t recognize the woman as part of the League but taking no chances, he got into a fighting stance and Hood did the same. Lady calmly approached the woman. He reached out to grab her to stop her suicidal nature when she shocked him by speaking to the blue-clad assassin in French,
“Hey, Maman, sorry I am late. I had a little trouble with the guards upstairs. You have Tikki?”
Lady’s mother rushed to hug her, “灵儿 (líng er), I am just glad you are alright. I knew you could handle yourself.”
How the hell did Lady’s mother get to the Lazarus Pits faster than them and snuck past several vigilant guards? Before Damian could question further, a red blur appeared and went to Lady’s face, hugging her cheek. It appeared to be the same size as Plagg but was red, looked like a bug and had a black dot on its forehead.
“Oh, Marinette, you are alright. I was so worried when your mother showed up, saying you were kidnapped and needed my earrings to escape.” Unlike Plagg’s nasally voice, her voice was sweet and shrill.
So, my bride’s name is Marinette. Such a unique name for an intriguing girl.
Wait what?
Wayne, stop thinking such ridiculous notions. That is probably the curse working. Resist against it. He will not be ensnared in the traps of such magic. He hoped that the curse will be reversed before he turns and act like those fools in Grayson’s idiotic shows or Todd’s ‘secret’ romance novels.
“I am fine now. See,” reassured Lady, “We actually need you and Plagg to reverse the Lazarus Pits to what it was before someone made the wish that resulted in them in the first place. Oh, I almost forgot. Plagg, claws in.”
Green light flashed, leaving Lady in her wedding robes (which actually flatter her body. Shit. Think of something else. Drake with a smug superior smile that needs to be wiped off his face. Grayson and his plans for ‘family bonding’) and Plagg to reappear.
“Cheese.” whined the cat-like kwami(?) to which the older woman held out a brown bag that smelled and made Plagg perk up in delight. He proceeded to open the bag, taking out a slice of stinky cheese, muttering about the greatness of camembert.
Todd cleared his throat and asked in English, “Umm...Pixie as much as your reunion is touching. Who’s the new lady?”
“Oh Right, sorry. Well, Red Hood, this is my mother, the Blue Reaper of the Guild of Night. Maman, this is Red Hood and the one next to him is my husband-to-be and Talia’s Spawn, Damian Wayne.”
Lady introduced them, also in English. Damian stilled in fear, recognizing the name. The Blue Reaper nearly became his mother-in-law. She was famous for her efficiency and ruthlessness. And gained her nickname from the blue clothing she often wore as she killed her targets. His eyes also widened at how his grandfather had gone a little too far now by kidnapping the Reaper’s daughter. There were other organizations that could possibly take down the League if it weren’t for the somewhat truce between Ra’s and the other leaders. The Guild was one of them and having the Lazarus Pits to revive their soldiers made the League a little more powerful. But if what the mother-daughter duo were planning succeeded, then the League was going to have one of its most deadly wars in its history and would probably never recover from.
“Tikki, Plagg, you guys ready?” asked Lady.
“Yes, Guardian.” They both replied and emitted a blinding red and green light which Damian shielded his eyes from. When it died down, the Lazarus Pits no longer glowed a toxic green and looked… like normal hot spring water.
“Oh. I wished I could see Ra’s face when he finds out.” Lady laughed. Plagg and Todd joined in.
“Pixie, I am beginning to like you.”
“Voyage. That being said, it’s time to go home, Marinette. Your father must be worried sick about us by now. I hope you boys can find your own way back.” A portal opened up, showing a cozy living room. Damian grabbed Lady’s wrist as she moved towards it.
“Wait, let us come with you. We need to contact someone to get rid of the curse on both of us. And we can also call our father to send us tickets for a ride home wherever you live.”
“Curse? Marinette, you never mentioned a curse in your call.” Blue Reaper said, raising her eyebrow.
“I will explain later. They can come with us and I am pretty sure Ra’s knows that we have escaped by now.” Lady grabbed the two brothers and dragged them through the portal.
She then threw herself onto the couch after releasing her hold on them and the two pocket gods went to comfort her after her ordeal. The Blue Reaper stood where the other portal was and fed a floating tiny gray horse, that must be the same species as Tikki or Plagg, some sugarcubes.
“You boys must be tired but the showers are upstairs and we might have some clothes your size. Dinner will be ready in an hour. You can stay the night if you want. Welcome to Paris.”
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(Part 5)
#damian x marinette#mlb x dc#daminette#maribat#Betrothal AU: take 2#A Failed Betrothal#assassin marinette#sort of#assassin sabine cheng#definitely#Jason is just here for a ride#marinette is a little petty
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Coming to Terms
Dream has been having a bad day, which has quickly turned into a bad week. Techno and Phil both need to go out and do essential tasks around the tundra, but they can't leave Dream alone either. So... they find a babysitter.
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CW: overstimulation, implied panic attack, unintentional self-harm, referenced abuse
Dream has been having a bad day. Correction, he’s been having a bad week. He’s been caught in a bit of a spiral for the last several days, and the exhaustion from an attempt at healing keeps dragging him down before he can get out. The last thing Techno wants to do is leave Dream alone like this, but he and Phil have already pushed off as many necessary tasks as they can. They need to head out, but they can’t leave Dream alone… So in comes the Syndicate.
They consider a few people. Niki is chosen.
“Look, all you need to do is watch him for a day. We’ll be back by the end of it, and you can leave, alright?”
Niki scrunches her face up, which is, in all honesty, reasonable. She’s one of the people who didn’t want to interact with Dream, but Techno and Phil are running desperately low on options.
“Is there anyone else?” She asks. “What about Puffy? She’s a therapist, right? Wouldn’t she be more equipped for something like this?”
“A, we don’t want more people knowing about Dream than necessary, and she’s already refused to give Dream treatment. B, we don’t trust her to not psychoanalyze Dream when he really doesn’t want to be psychoanalyzed. Plus, we don’t know what kind of domestic issues there are because Dream hasn’t opened up about that part of his life yet.”
Niki winced. “What about Ranboo?”
“Well, you see, Ranboo’s been growing into himself recently,” Phil interjects, beside Techno. “Which is good, by all means, but that also means he’s been embracing that he’s a little bit of a dick sometimes. You’re literally the only person we can think of who can be… pleasant and hold your tongue around Dream.”
“And- and we don’t wanna sound misogynistic,” Techno quickly adds. “This isn’t a ‘the kind woman puts up with the toxic man’ situation; it’s just… Dream is fragile right now, like, really fragile, and we’re pretty sure you’re the only person who has the kind of self-restraint to not break him any more, you know?”
Niki raises a brow but ultimately sighs. “This is your only option?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, pretty much,” Phil laughs.
“...alright. I’ll watch him. One day, got it?”
“Oh my gods, thank you so much, Niki.”
So Niki is given keys to the house. Mentally, she prepares for whatever Dream might try. She saw him, briefly, in a Syndicate meeting or two, but only between several layers of fabric and zero spoken words. She doesn’t know what he’s like if he’s grown out of his… nastier habits yet. Techno has done everything in his power to tell the Syndicate that Dream has changed, but none of them have actually seen any change. Niki kind of doubts it, if she’s being honest, but she trusts Techno’s judgment more than anything. She knows Techno wouldn’t lie to her and lead her on like others in the past.
She wakes up the following day when things are still dark. Niki can see her breath, even within the small haven of an underground city warmed by countless fires and lanterns. She throws on her Syndicate cloak, getting ready to head out to the arctic. Hopefully, Techno didn’t want her to do anything with the animals because she definitely wouldn’t be able to stand being outside for that long. When she arrives, Techno thanks her profusely. He pledges to show her around the house and offers a few tips while Phil gets ready for their trip outside.
“Alright.” Techno swings his hands by his sides. Niki has noticed he’s stopped clapping them when he begins to speak. “First things first, Dream hasn’t eaten in, like, three days, so we really need you to try to get him to eat something. His diet has been pretty limited so far, but we left a list of things he’s been able to eat so far on the counter. Try to stay fresh- anything stale makes him throw up, and so does steak. Don’t offer it. We keep apples in a little icebox downstairs because he likes fruit cold. Also, Dream likes himself cold, too. He gets anxious when he’s hot.
“If Dream hides in his room, he’s most likely hiding under his bed. If you need to interact with him during that time, do not try to pull him out. That will scare him and he might bite. Instead, just kind of lay on the floor and face him and just… wait until he’s ready to talk. If you try to push him, he’ll probably just curl up more, and he tends to get really distant for the next day or two when that happens.
“If he asks for something, it means that he needed it about three hours ago and has only now gotten the courage to ask for it. Even if he prefaces it between a lot of ‘only if you want to’ and ‘you don’t have to,’ don’t believe him. We’re trying to teach him that asking for things is good but it’s been a bumpy ride. Also, he’s iffy on touch; I’d say it’s better to not try.”
Techno stops, tapping his lip. “Try not to let him outside without supervision; we haven’t really been able to block off potential hazards yet. Other than that, I think that’s everything. Dream is sleeping right now, but he knows you’ll be here. He might get startled anyway. Try not to stare or anything. It makes him uncomfortable. Just treat him like a nervous cat or something.”
Niki blinks, trying desperately to process all of the information that was just dumped on her. Techno waits patiently as she mentally backtracks and tries to commit everything to vague memory. Nervous cat? That’s what the ruler of the server has turned into?
“Okay… I think I got all of that?” Niki says, hoping she got everything she truly needed down. She knows how awkward things get when she or Techno has to start repeating themselves.
“Cool.” Techno sighs, running a hand through his hair until it gets caught in his braid. “A nervous, injury-prone cat… That’s Dream. Thank you for doing this, really. Dream just started being okay with being in the same room as boiling water, and I think I might have a breakdown if I have to leave to make tea again. This means a lot. Anything you need from us, me or Phil, we’ll be happy to help as soon as we get back.”
Niki nods. “Honestly, I didn’t think this would be on the agenda when I joined the Syndicate, but I’m happy to help you, Techno.”
“Of course.” Techno bows his head. “Of course. We’ll be back as soon as we can. Again, don’t let him… do anything to himself, okay?”
Niki gives another nod and a thumbs up. “You can count on me, Techno.”
Techno gives a strained smile and then, awkwardly, does a slight bow before leaving. His muffled voice filters through the door as he calls out to Phil, and then they head out. Niki takes in a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before sighing as she watches the silhouettes of her friends disappear over the horizon.
Alright. She can do this. She may not like Dream, but she did agree as a part of the Syndicate to… help. This is just for Techno and Phil, to keep them from worrying. To watch Dream and make sure he doesn’t try anything he shouldn’t. Niki could do that. In fact, she was happy to keep the man out of trouble, if it were for Techno’s sake. Now she just needed to find something to do until there was someone to watch.
Niki glances around the house, finding things pleasantly clean. The chests were a bit of a mess, but things weren’t lying all over the place, and it looks like it’s been cleaned recently. It looks like the house has been somewhat baby-proofed, too, which makes a little chuckle bubble in Niki’s throat. They’ve only been housing Dream, and he’s certainly a grown man, isn’t he? What would they need to keep him out of drawers for?
Niki gets to entertaining herself with one of Techno’s many book recommendations, making a tiny home for herself on the couch. She opens the blinds and curtains, letting any sort of light filter in as much as it can. The sun is slow to rise in the arctic, and candlelight can only do so much. Slowly, as the sun rises over the north, Niki finds herself growing more hungry, so she starts making some food. It gets bright soon after that, lighting up the room with the near-blinding rays of the sun. Niki adjusts soon enough, simply happy to have more than enough reading light.
A few hours later, after Niki has already eaten and taken care of her share of the dishes, Dream emerges. The first thing she notices is that he’s completely maskless. Secondly, he looks exhausted to the bone, drowned in a dark green jacket and a black shirt underneath. Loose-fitting pants cover Dream’s legs, almost completely hiding his figure from view. Dream’s eyes are dark, his posture slouched inward, and his hair is messy, long, and frail. He looks unbearably tense. His eyes squint at how bright it is, but he tries to shake it off quickly with a flick of his hands. He does a quick double-take on Niki, eyes darting around the room before relaxing slightly. His attention never leaves her, though. His gaze makes a shiver crawl up Niki’s spine.
“Good morning, Dream!” She says politely because maybe Dream is worse in the mornings.
Dream waves tiredly, and Niki notices his bandaged finger. Something about it looks off until she realizes it’s too short to be normal, missing nearly the entire first section. She wonders how it happened, how she’s never noticed before. Dream takes his bandaged hand, dragging it down his face. He lets out a long sigh, sitting down at the circular table in the kitchen, leaning heavily on it for support. He raises his hands, and although they tremble and shake, Niki recognizes one thing. Dream is signing.
Oh. It looks like Technoblade forgot to mention one thing.
“Oh!” She says quickly, tucking her book into her chest. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know sign language.”
Dream, from the table, raises a brow at her. He raises his hands, signing what Niki can only assume is: you don’t know sign?
“I always meant to learn, but the only people who use it actively on the server are Callahan and….”
Me. Niki can guess that one well enough.
“Yes… you. I’m sorry.”
Dream waves his hand dismissively. He gestures for a pen, which Niki retrieves without much hesitance. She may not like Dream, but she still needs to communicate with him if this day even has a chance at going well. She places the pen and small pad of paper on the table, stepping back quickly. Dream lets out a long breath before beginning to write.
I’ll show you some stuff I probably won’t be able to translate in the moment, Dream writes. Writing looks a little more challenging with the ever-present tremor in Dream’s hands and his shortened finger, but he makes do. He writes down a few simple words: can’t, stop, no, sorry, and shows the signs for each of them. Niki furrows her brow.
“These are all negative responses. What about… ‘yes’?”
Dream struggles to meet Niki’s eyes for a second, looking away almost immediately. He seems borderline uncomfortable. Slowly, he curls his hand into a fist, nodding it forward twice.
“Yes?” Niki asks in conformation.
Yes.
Niki nods, trying to commit this information, like everything else dumped on her today, to memory. Dream drops the pen after that, cradling his hands in his lap. They certainly… don’t stop shaking. Hm. Niki would ask about it, but she doesn’t really want to poke at any boundaries. Dream fiddles with his fingers, beginning to bounce his leg.
“Em-” Niki starts, catching Dream’s attention and picking at the back of her neck awkwardly. “Techno told me that you should probably eat today, right? I made food a few hours ago, but I can make something for you or….”
Dream waves his hands, furiously shaking his head. He scribbles down variants of I’m not hungry, and you don’t have to, which Niki isn’t given a chance to object to. Dream carefully gets up, grabbing the notepad beside him and pushing past Niki. He makes his way over to the couch, plopping himself down and sighing. Niki watches him, unsure of what entirely to do. She knows what Techno told her, but there was only so much that was truly in her power. It didn’t help how dismissive Dream appeared to be with her attempts at offering him food.
This Dream is… new, to say the least. She didn’t know the old Dream outside of what she heard from her peers, but she especially doesn’t know this Dream. Is he better? Does he know that what he’s done is bad? Terrible? Unforgivable, even? Does he regret it at all, or does he just think he’s a victim in all of this?
It takes two more attempts at getting Dream to eat before Niki’s patience starts running a little slim. She’s never had the time to talk to Dream before, but right now, he just seems nothing more than tired. He looks fine, if not a little skinny, maybe a little quiet. For all Niki knows, this could be a ploy, a trick, to live the high life off of Techno’s dedicated care and then run off into the woods. Niki feels a little nasty for thinking this, but what if Dream is just faking this all? What if he’s just playing it up for show and sympathy? To get free protection while his next plan brews quietly in the background? She’s heard about the lengths Dream was willing to go to in the past; what would make this different? She knows how convincing an actor Dream can be, and dedication to a part can take someone a long way.
Well… Now is as good of a time as ever to get a few things off her chest, Niki supposes. If Dream isn’t faking, he’ll have some kind of genuine reaction, and if he is, then, well… Niki can keep her friends from getting used again. It’s a win-win, really.
“You know, you’re very lucky Techno decided to care for you so much,” she says from the kitchen because the distance makes her feel safer. “He didn’t have to do all of this, you know? It’d certainly be easier for him to have ignored your favor. I would’ve.”
From behind, Niki hears a sharp intake of breath, but no objections come. Niki looks behind her at Dream, still sitting on the couch, wide-eyed and staring at her. He swallows, eyes darting to the side like he’s sorting through his thoughts. He gestures at Niki, a sort of go-on movement, so she turns around and continues. “Things like Wilbur, Doomsday, the festival, you played a role in all of those, you know? You’ve been the authority figure of the server for so long. You-- you had control over exile and Tommy and… Everything you’ve done, it’s hurt all of us. It’s- it’s hurt me, and I-”
There’s a loud, distinct sniffle behind Niki. Slowly, she turns to look behind her, finding Dream curled up on the couch. He brings his knees up to his chest, pressing tightly into himself. He’s looking to the side, almost shameful. His shoulders are shaking.
“...Dream?” Niki asks. Maybe this is the genuine reaction she’s looking for.
Dream nods sharply. He looks up, meeting Niki’s eyes, his own glassy and red and wet. His eyes fill with tears, so he quickly hides his face again, pressing it into the arm wrapped around his knee. It feels like he’s forcing himself to keep his gaze on Niki, and that information tastes a little bitter going down Niki’s throat. He lifts his head just enough to meet Niki’s eyes again, folding his hand into a half square and pressing it to his temple. Niki doesn’t know the sign, but she doesn’t need to.
I know, he says. I know.
Dream takes a shuddering breath, fingers dancing across the parts of the body he’s gripping. They speed up and slow down as he filters his thoughts, eventually coming to a standstill. He grabs his notepad with trembling hands, scribbling down something hastily, ripping out the paper, and holding it out for Niki while hiding himself. Nervously, Niki steps forward because the memory of powerful and quick and ruthless Dream has never left her, even when presented with the sight of the trembling man before her.
I know, the paper says. I want to listen. But not today. I can’t today.
Niki swallows. She looks at Dream, trembling and crumbling in on himself, and nods. “Okay,” she says. “I understand. I… I’m sorry. That was out of line, I...”
Dream nods quickly and sharply. His fingers tap quickly against his leg. Niki feels awkward, standing in front of Dream like this as he fidgets and shuffles. She puts a little distance between the two of them, retreating back to the kitchen. The house is plunged into a small period of unrelenting silence. Niki wished that she knew at least a little sign because maybe things wouldn’t be so awkward. Dream doesn’t look all too thrilled to be talking with her either way, though, so perhaps it was wishful thinking. He’s running a hand through his hair, pausing to tug on the long strands every few seconds.
Niki frowns. Has Techno told her anything about how to handle something like this? Sorting through her memory quickly tells Niki that, no, Techno hadn’t spilled anything helpful for a time like this. He’d asked Niki to make sure Dream didn’t do anything to himself, but certainly, he wasn’t that much of a danger to his own wellbeing, right? Techno had mentioned some other useful things, but he seems to have forgotten some details Niki would’ve loved to have. She sighs.
Niki supposes that the best she can do right now is swallow her words and try to be helpfully polite. To, in kinder words, simply watch Dream. She tried to ask him about some things here or there but mostly ended up talking at Dream instead of with him. That’s okay, Niki didn’t mind. She didn’t really go into today expecting some sort of riveting conversation, and the one she’d already tried to have ended oh-so-splendidly.
Suddenly, the sound of Dream’s stomach growling caught her attention. Niki looked back from her chunk of dough that she’d started kneading to fill the silence at Dream, who was caught like a deer in headlights. He looked to her quickly before starting off on what Niki thinks is a garbled bundle of excuses about how he wasn’t hungry again. Niki laughs kindly, making Dream’s hands pause mid-air.
“I’ll go get you an apple or something,” she says, running her hands under the sink to wash off the extra flour. “Techno showed me where everything was before you woke up. I’ll be back in just a second. Stay put, okay?”
Dream nods, hiding his face and giving a small thumbs up. The trip downstairs is quick, only interrupted by a skulk of three foxes Techno apparently kept in his basement. The box with cooled fruit was propped up, probably to keep the foxes out of it, Niki mused, if the scratch marks on the side were anything to go off of. Dream was sitting in virtually the exact same position Niki had left him in, nervously glancing at her when she approached. At least he’s good at following directions, Niki noted. She held out the apple, waited a long few seconds for Dream to take it, then set it on the table next to him. Dream’s eyes watched her with rapt attention, almost like he was afraid she was suddenly going to turn around and attack him.
After that little experience, Niki went back to kneading dough as pleasantly as she could. She couldn’t explain the small smile that crept onto her lips when the inevitable crunch of an apple being eaten hit her ears after minutes of silence. Niki chalks it up to the fact that Techno would be happy that Dream ate and tries to move on from it as passively as she can.
Shuffling fills the corners of the house between the clanging of various pans and Niki’s humming. Dream had come a little closer, sitting stiffly at the counter and watching Niki work after throwing his apple core into Carl’s stable from the window. He keeps the notepad close to him, bouncing the pen back and forth against the solid surface. Niki greets him and starts explaining what she’s doing, to which Dream nods along. She tries to suggest Dream join the baking whenever she can, moving pans around and into the sink when they’ve become dirty. Dream’s eyes follow her hands as she gestures around, eyebrows twitching downward every few seconds. Every semi-loud sound makes his eyes blink in surprise and something else Niki can’t quite place. It goes on like this for about half an hour, with various levels of participation coming from Dream.
Eventually, he begins to look more and more lost in thought, distracted, even borderline frustrated, eventually dropping his pen roughly and tapping his pointer finger against the counter. His other hand goes to his hair, pulling, as a small whimper tumbled into the air. Dream’s nail makes a quick tap, tap, tap that sounds borderline panicky, only increasing in speed. His shoulders are tense, and because Niki is so used to providing comfort to those unscarred by touch, she reached out for his shoulder.
Dream jerks away as soon as her hand meets his shoulder, a small, distressed noise leaving his throat. He stumbles onto shaky legs, looking almost as if Niki burned him. Niki, in return, pulled her hand back to her chest. Dream holds up a finger, a small give me a moment, before distancing himself. He hangs his head and holds up his hands, shaking them out almost violently as he paces the living room.
“Dream?” Niki begins to ask, watching the man pace and shake his hands. What was he doing? What was going on?
Her thoughts are abruptly cut off by a sharp yelp when Dream suddenly turns and pushes over a chair. This is still Dream at the end of the day, and once upon a time, he was terrifying and dangerous. Niki clamps her hands down over her mouth to keep any further sound from escaping when it makes Dream flinch. His breath picks up in shakiness and speed until a loud crash makes the house go silent.
Dream’s head whips around, finding a pile of shattered glass on the floor next to the chair he flipped over and the table it apparently took on its way down. He stares at it for a good, long second, the breath stolen from his lungs. A quick, strangled sob leaves Dream’s mouth as he drops to his knees, scrambling for the glass pieces. Hot, fat tears fill the corners of Dream’s eyes. His hands are shaking so much it makes the glass pieces he picks up clink against each other. Almost desperately, Dream tries to wipe away the tears, and Techno’s worry about Dream hurting himself suddenly becomes much more apparent as the world catches up to Niki.
“Oh- Dream, no, we- let’s not-” Niki drops to her knees beside Dream, holding her hands out gently. “Let’s not do that, okay? You’ve got glass in your hands.”
Dream doesn’t stop. The tears and sobs only spilling harder and faster. Niki doesn’t think this can get any worse, so she slowly puts her hand over Dream’s, grasping it and pulling it away gently. There’s no resistance, even as Dream digs his chin into his chest. Pricks of blood are already forming on scratches left on Dream’s cheeks from the glass, quickly mixing with tears. Dream starts signing something frantically, and Niki doesn’t know what he’s saying, but, oh, she wishes she did.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Niki tries. “Are you worried Techno will be angry?”
Dream nods, choking on another sob.
“I’m sure he won’t be!” Niki presents her hands, cupped, to Dream again. “He really cares about you, alright? He won’t be mad over a broken cup, okay?”
Dream makes a strangled sound that almost sounds like a “but” as he snaps his head up to face Niki.
“No. No buts.” Niki pushes her hands forward pointedly. “I’ll clean up the glass, okay? I think you should go lay down on your bed and rest. Calm down a little, alright? I’m supposed to be here to help, and Techno would be upset if you hurt yourself. I’ll let you know when everything’s been taken care of.”
Shakily, Dream brings his free hand up to his face, fingers touching the newly formed cuts as his lips trace Niki’s words. His eyes go wide, pressing down on the tiny bubbles of blood forming. He drops the glass into Niki’s hands, staggering up with a sharp breath. He mutters something too faint for Niki to catch before disappearing into his room. Niki picks up the rest of the glass, her hands thankfully much steadier than Dream’s own despite what just happened. Periodically, she glances up to Dream’s room, watching, waiting.
She isn’t quite sure what she’s waiting for, maybe for him to come bursting out, angry at being coddled, or perhaps for him to come slinking back with shaky hands and hot tears and try to help again. Whatever it is, it never comes.
Carefully, Niki spends a few minutes making sure no shards had spread out over the house or that she misses any finite pieces. After her searches come back clean, Niki moves to the knocked-over furniture. She rights the table and chair Dream had knocked over, huffing out a small sigh of relief. The living room was clean again, thankfully. She hopes Techno won’t be mad. That would just make her look bad when Dream was so clearly distressed over the whole ordeal.
At the thought of Dream, Niki makes her way over to his room. She knocks, the wood giving way and opening up into the small room. Dream lays on his bed, curled up into a ball, and appears to be fast asleep. The blankets look almost deliberately untouched around him. Niki steps into the dark room, noting the closed blinds on his window. Everything is kept down to nearly a depressing minimum, the only trace of life in the room being the messy, yet unmoved, sheets and a single flowerpot laying on a chest.
It would be better to let him sleep, Niki thinks. The room is kept cold, and Niki doesn’t want Dream to get sick, so she decides to drape the untouched sheets over Dream’s sleeping form. As she pulls up the blankets around the sleeping body, though, Dreams’ eyes flutter open, and his body tenses. He turns his head to watch her silently.
“I’ve cleaned up the glass, so the living room is good to be in again,” Niki offers. She pulls her hands away, crouching down so she doesn’t loom over Dream. “I was going to let you sleep; sorry for waking you.”
Dream shrugs, not really looking like he had been sleeping in the first place. He sits up, glancing at the sheets pooling around him. Dream glances around, scrubbing at his face and swinging his legs over the side of his bed. Despite Niki’s protests, he gets up and shuffles his way into the living room. His eyes fall on the now empty space on the table, sucking in a soft, shuddering breath. Niki comes to stand beside him.
“Hey,” she says. “It’s okay. I’m not angry, and they won’t be either, okay?”
Dream’s eyes flit from the table down to Niki. His body, slouched forward, leans a little closer to her as he nods silently. He looks back to the room, eyes squinting. He shoves his hands in his pockets and produces the pen and paper he’d kept on him; scribbling down, can you close the blinds? Niki smiles. She needs to encourage him to ask for things, too.
“Sure.”
Dream makes a home for himself on the couch. He eyes Niki’s book and they make idle chatter over it, Niki sitting across from him in the chair. They slide the notepad between each other on the table, both patiently waiting for the other to read or write before responding. Dream apologizes for the outburst. He said that he was feeling overwhelmed and hasn’t had to deal with something like that in a long time. The apology was accepted. Niki even manages to get a small laugh out of Dream, one that tugs gently on his throat and makes his chest stutter. It’s nice to see Dream’s smile, the way it cracks his face as he chuckles to himself. Somehow, it’s the most pride she’s felt in a while.
When Niki gets up to make herself some food, Dream takes her up on the offer to eat together. The list Techno left with what Dream could eat suddenly became very useful when preparing dinner. He doesn’t eat much and apologizes about it, for the hassle he must be causing, but it was what Niki was expecting anyway. Dream goes to sleep soon after that, pausing at his door and sending a quick, earnest thank you to Niki. She smiles.
“You’re welcome, Dream.”
Techno wasn’t mad, and neither was Phil. They seemed more focused on the fact that Dream actually ate a decently sized meal for the first time that week than anything else. Dream, who was hovering in the back, made sure to send Niki off with a little wave.
If she feels a little protective over him during the next Syndicate meeting, that was only her business. If she spoke in a hushed tone and kept an eye on him so he wouldn’t get into trouble, it was just general caution mixed with a bit of care. When she brought the loaves of bread with her on a visit, they were for Techno, Phil, and Dream, but she couldn’t deny the tiny bit of excitement that bloomed in her chest when Phil suggested Dream learn how to bake to help with tremors and outbursts.
If she let Dream into her stash or secret recipes for pies and bread, it stayed between them. Dream promised to keep them secret, and Niki didn’t doubt him. He smiled at her one day, growing nicely into the freckles that had started to speckle his skin, while his third batch of experimental dough was baking. Niki couldn’t help but smile back.
#my posts!#my writing!#c!dream positive#c!dream sympathetic#dreblr#dream#unintentional self harm#tw self harm#tw trauma#tw torture#tw abuse#tw panic attack#tw overstimulation#niki nihachu fanfic#dreamwastaken fanfic#c!nikki#c!dream#dsmp fic#dream smp fic#theyre gonna be such good friends your honor#wait does tumblr still do that thing where they don't show posts with links in them
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ok so like i been Thinkin a lot on that stream techno had today and i may be Thinkin Too Much cuz i was doing psychology while watching but im going to say Words Now
the entire idea and Plot of tommy going from only interacting/being manipulated by dream to only interacting with techno is a Lot. theres a lot here. and i am feasting like a fucking king on the potential of it and what this could all Mean
I think we’re building up the idea of how techno and dream differ and how they house both similarities and extreme differences in their ideals.
So if we considered how Tommy’s arcs have changed theres a very, VERY clear juxtaposition between the exile arc to.... raccoon arc? whatever the fuck is goin on
Tommy Was manipulated, isolated, and gaslit by dream. that was the only guy he really had interacted with and that was Intentional entirely. Its very obvious this will have and currently has an affect on tommy.
Now, he’s with technoblade. theres a lot of shit that can be read in this simply as considered right now. I feel we’re clearly supposed to at least somehow compare dream and technoblade because their positions are somewhat similar concerning how they are interacting with tommy.
Tommy can only really interact with techno, only techno really has the ability to see him (although ranboo, ghostbur, and phil could see him but theres obvious difficulties in their case), and how tommy regards technoblade is.... complicated. like how he regards dream at the moment.
but theres some really, really important and clear differences in this that i think will show a lot about techno’s character and what’s to come
first of all, there’s a question of why techno is seemingly ‘letting’ tommy live with him. No joke, i’ve discussed this a LOT in the technocord and it’s made me realize it from a different perspective since many of those people in there are from Before techno joined the smp.
so, there’s no clear ‘rational’ reason why techno would benefit from teaming with tommy. there’s some arguments that could be made; tommy’s position with people and especially tubbo, using tommy as a bargaining chip with dream, and something else i cant remember. but the technocord hardcore ppl feel tommy is a liability in the long term. techno doesn’t really have much to gain beyond a distraction. the idea of using tommy in order to convince him he’s getting the disks and then to destroy lmanberg is kinda.... its jus more trouble to techno. In fact, it wouldve been defendable for techno to kick him out; he stole his stuff, and we saw how he reacted to his cows being killed, his previous base being pillaged. You’d have thought techno wouldve been angrier.
but like. that aside. there’s little reason for techno to open up to tommy. and thats the point.
there’s no necessity on techno’s part. he doesnt need tommy. he could kick him out easily. but he won’t.
I imagine technoblade sees the trauma and hardship tommy went through and he sympathizes with him. Its been made clear that techno doesnt know the full extent of what happened, but he doesnt need to. he knows enough.
Now, back to the happenings of the last stream,
it wasnt plot heavy at all. (mostly because techno’s fuckign glasses are held together with SCOTCH TAPE the guy couldnt even fucking use ducttape i hate that) but there were a Few interesting things, including the Plot Stream a bit;
the ‘box’ techno made with the idea of hiding tommy from dream. (perhaps a joke but it still shows something i feel)
how he’s been giving tommy a Lot of stuff. he hasnt Genuinely been upset at his golden apples being taken; in fact, techno gave him more food in protest of him eating all the gapples instead of.... demanding them back
went mining in the nether with the intention of getting tommy better stuff
he replaced the log he accidentally stripped. extremely funny considering he got the wrong type of wood but he tried
expending more resources on tommy with invisibility potions so that he wasnt in danger of being seen
Repeatedly would assure tommy that dream Is Not His Friend.
at the idea of tommy being ‘banned’ from the nether and being attacked in lmanberg, techno laughed at the idea of him being ‘attacked’ and killed even when tommy worried that he’d die for the Last Time
implicated that techno WOULD defend him. and the idea of someone killing Either him or tommy was funny because of that
okay so slight comparison to dream; techno is instead GIVING tommy resources instead of blowing them up, he’s obviously intent on protecting him in some way, and he assures tommy that dream is No Good (rather than how dream was telling tommy no one cared about him)
But there’s one instance that was really, really important to me
the control room had a very bad impact on tommy. most likely a panic attack (the shaking, heavy breathing, scattered speech/thought is something i know so intimately lmao) and techno’s reaction to it was extremely interesting.
first, techno said he was ‘freaking out for no reason’ which could be a) techno is horrific at emotions and vulnerability lmao and b) to Him, it Is nothing. he has no clue what tommy had been through.
He repeatedly asked what was wrong. what had happened in that room. He pressed Slightly. but as soon as tommy said he didnt want to talk about that, techno instantly backed off and said its alright. specifically, he said:
“It’s fine, no one recovers in a day tommy. Healing is a long process, it’s fine.”
that shit hit me like a freight train. Mostly i didnt expect anything to come from this stream like that but FUCK LMAO.
The biggest thing is, i think technoblade is going to help tommy heal from the dream shit and get back on his feet.
but also, even though im not entirely sure i need to see more, tommy will get techno to be more caring. We know philza is the only one techno is really close to, and ghostbur as well. both of which either weren’t involved in betraying techno, or doesnt remember it. i see it pointed out that techno is going at tubbo and his government rather than dream, but i think it makes sense.
dream technically hasnt challenged techno’s ideals or what he wants; while tubbo stole from him, used him as a weapon, and reinstated a government despite everything techno was saying.
Tommy took part in betraying him, thats without a doubt. but tommy was also screwed over by the government in place. so techno empathizes with him. maybe they dont fully trust each other, but thats a work in progress. and it will progress to technoblade trusting tommy despite their past, and realizing that dream is in a position of power over Everyone.
tl:dr: tommy is going to heal with techno’s help and full come to terms with/realize what dream did to him, and techno is going to realize he CAN trust people and that dream has been the one pulling the strings all along
#mcyt#dream smp#technoblade#tommyinnit#long post#THIS IS A LOT OF WORDS I COULD TECHNICALLY SAY MORE BUT#i feel bad putting a MASSIVE wall of text on ppls dash lmoa#like. i could continue on with what their 'alliance' could mean from techno's perspective#because looking now it looks more like tommy is going to 'use' techno again. as a means of getting his discs back#although yeah it kinda is but i think that will change#i want it too#and i want techno to go towards being TRULY anarchist like cmon ur close buddy but not quite#hes got the 'screw the goverment let us people be our own ruling bodies of ourselves' which is right#but the idea of 'the powerful live above all' is NOT right. at all#like its the opposite#but technoblade acknowledges he wasnt really 'that anarchist' and has said in the past he doesnt have like. a specific idealogy#that he follows beyond 'an anarchist'#ok im stopping talking in the tags but technoblade please. please. become a real anarchist cmon
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hey sweetie! Happy new year! yayyy im so excited for the new writings coming up! i've got a request that i think it will be pretty funny with biker kylo! ''its a fancy dress new years party, and person a is shook seeing peson b all dressed up for once''. i feel like they wouldnt go to a party with a lot of people but maybe she could ask him to dress nice? just for the two of them? like a date? smutty-ish? pretty please?
A/N: Hello my dear! Thank you so much for this request, I think it's so sweet and though it started out funny it turned sappy, lol. I hope you enjoy the little ficlet I've come up with. Wishing you a very sweet new year!!
1.2k, warnings for descriptions of food, mostly fluff!
You had said to get there at sundown, and to dress nicely. Kylo didn’t know what the fuck that meant, dress nicely. He spends most of his days in stained and torn t-shirts and faded black jeans, what was nice? He couldn’t ride his bike in nice clothes, he’d burn the shit out of his legs right through any trousers he might have stored in the back of his closet -- all of this internal monologuing is why he’s late.
He’s not that late, not really, the sun only went down twenty minutes ago, but Kylo had had damn near a nervous fucking breakdown throwing his clothes everywhere, trying to figure out what he could wear that would be nice.
It’s the first Rosh Hashanah that you’re spending together, and he doesn’t want to blow it. You’re the woman he would take home to Ma, if he still spoke to his mother, he doesn’t want you to think he ain’t serious about this relationship that you’ve built together. He is serious, and that’s why he’s late.
He’s late, but he thinks he looks nice. He’s praying that he does, anyway.
To try and soothe some of your potential anger, he stops by the florist on his way to your apartment and picks up a big bouquet of your favorite flowers, and tries not to crush them on the drive over. Parking his motorcycle in the dedicated spot, he climbs the four story walk-up, and runs his free hand through his hair, before ringing your doorbell.
Not even a full second goes by, before you’re yanking the door open, and Kylo is about to brace himself for being yelled at, but when he sees your big grin, he lets out a sigh of relief.
“You made it!” Throwing your arms around his huge frame, you hug him tightly. If Kylo had been a smaller man, he would have been knocked backwards from the force of your embrace.
“Of course I made it, why the hell wouldn’t I? You told me to be here, so I’m here.” Kylo hugs you back, holds you tight and walks you backwards into your apartment enough that he can shut the door behind you.
Kylo doesn’t spend a lot of time at your apartment. It’s not because he doesn’t want to or anything, it’s just a little further out of his way than his own place. You both work close together, and his apartment is closer to work, so it always tends to just be the meeting place.
He likes your apartment though, it’s nice, cozy. It’s very you, which sounds stupid, but is something that always makes Kylo feel at ease. He likes the way you decorate, the way you so clearly have put your touch on everything -- it’s so different from his own approach that he has half a mind to be embarrassed. Maybe he should give you his keys and let you make that damn apartment feel more like a home, but then that would mean you’d never be allowed to leave.
“I thought maybe you couldn’t get the time off work.” You grin at him when he finally releases you.
“I’m my own boss, sweets, I make the schedule.” Lighting up a cigarette and puffing on it for a few seconds, Kylo winks at you, “Whole shop’s closed for the holidays.”
Crossing your arms in front of your chest and cocking your hip, you look him up and down, licking your lips and smirking, “That’s very impressive, you know Just like your outfit. I didn’t know you owned a suit.”
Kylo gives a sarcastic little spin on the heel of his boot, showing off the black ensemble that he had managed to dig out of his closet. It was just a jacket and trousers, with a tie that he had actually tied himself, not one of those bullshit clip ons. He’s got a white button down underneath, and he’s grateful for the way his hair covers the tips of his ears because you can’t stop lookin’ at him.
“Just the one.” Kylo blushes despite himself, still not used to the pleased scrutiny you often subject him to, he mutters, “Surprised it still fuckin’ fits.”
“It’s a little tight.” You whisper playfully, pinching at the shoulder seam where the fabric is struggling to contain him. He only huffs out a laugh, a big plume of smoke going with it.
“Alright alright. Where am I takin’ you?” He offers you the flowers, which you happily accept.
“Nowhere, come in.” Throwing the invitation over your shoulder, you walk into the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers.
Confused, Kylo frowns and follows you like the duckling he is, “What do you mean nowhere -- oh.”
In the formal dining room, Kylo is confronted with a long table completely covered in food. There’s so much food that he actually can’t see the tablecloth underneath all the serving platters -- gefilte fish, potato latkes, matzo ball soup, fennel and apple salad, roasted cauliflower and pomegranates, kugel, the biggest fucking brisket that Kylo has ever seen, and of course, an even bigger round braided challah taking center stage.
“Do you like it?” Nervously, you look at him from the kitchen, and Kylo snaps out of his reverie to make his way to you.
“Goddamn you are divine.” Kylo picks you up, kisses you all over your neck and cheeks, “It smells fuckin’ delicious, this can’t be all for me. It’s way too fuckin’ nice for me.”
He doesn’t put you down yet, not yet, wanting to keep you in his tattooed arms forever and ever.
“Now you know why I told you to wear the suit.” You laugh, feeling silly that it’s just the two of you, but, “It’s a special occasion, I wanted to do it up right.”
“You did good, sweets.” Kylo nods, trying not to get too emotional. “Come sit real close to me and tell me all about it.”
The last time he had a big spread like this for a holiday was...damn, he can’t actually remember. When he was a kid, before he fucked off and ran away from home at fifteen. No one’s cooked for him in general in just as long, probably.
Kylo takes his suit jacket off because it really is too tight around the shoulders, and sits down at the head of the table, pulling you directly onto his lap, your pretty self snuggling right up against him even though there’s a perfectly good chair next to him. Kylo starts kissing your neck again, making you squirm and laugh from the way his teeth scrapes against your skin, but then Kylo pulls away abruptly.
“Wait -- there ain’t any fuckin’ fish heads, are there?” He asks, surveying the table for the traditional dish.
“No, those always creep me out.” You scrunch up your nose, and Kylo lets out a sigh of relief.
“Me too, I don’t like shit that’s still got its eyeballs in it.” He shudders dramatically, “Makes me feel bad.”
“I know what you mean, but rest assured this dinner is head-free.” You pat his cheek lovingly.
Kylo catches the hand and pulls it to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to your palm.
“Well... maybe for dessert?” He looks at you expectantly, and it takes you a second to pick up what he’s saying, but when you do, you roll your eyes and groan.
“You’re so annoying.” You say, really meaning I love you.
“Yeah.” He replies with a toothy grin, really replying I love you more.
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Rubik's Cube of Emotions
Summary: You, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi used to be great friends but then one day it stopped. You and Tsuki are forced to confront each other when your new friend Yachi convinces you to be the new co-managers of the Karasuno volleyball team. (angst, fluff)
warnings: eating disorder, swearing, bullying?
genre: angst to fluff
word count: 2.2k
a/n: day 1 of attempting to write everyday until my birthday. Fun fact: I don't even like Tsukishima that much but my cousin hates him so I wrote it out of spite? Idk I don't like him but I see the appeal.
You were sitting in the library after school trying to do some research when your friend Yachi approached the table you were at. “Hey Y/n I need a favor.” She said sliding into the chair next to you. You closed your books and sighed, “Who is it this time?” You asked, looking at her. She looked at you shocked and started sputtering, “Yachi ninety percent of the favors you need from me are because someone was mean to you and you can’t confront them yourself. I mean last week Rei took your favorite pen and refused to give it back so you had to come get me.”
“Fine, it’s not that anyone was mean but this super pretty girl came up to me and asked me if I wanted to be the new volleyball manager because she graduates next year.” You held your hand up effectively pausing Yachi’s rambling, “Let me pause you right there and let me guess. You panicked, both because a pretty girl was talking to you and because she was your upperclassman and said yes.”
Yachi nodded, “Yes but that’s not all of it.” She said sheepishly, you raised your eyebrows and motioned for her to continue. “I also asked if you could be like a co-manager and she said that that was okay. I know you probably don’t want to but I cannot do this alone. Please come with me, the first practice I’m supposed to attend starts soon.” You rolled your eyes and started packing all of your stuff before starting to walk out of the library. You turned and saw Yachi looking like a kicked puppy, “Yach are you coming or not, you are the one who dragged me into this you big ball of anxiety.” She smiled and grabbed her bag running to catch up to you.
You were near the gym when you saw Kiyoko Shimizu. You assumed she was the pretty 3rd year that Yachi was intimidated by and walked up to her, “Hey Kiyoko? I’m Y/n, the person Yachi volunteered to be the co-manager I guess?” Kiyoko turned after hearing her name and saw you walking up to her with Yachi hiding behind you, “Yes, follow me. I’ll introduce you to the team.” You both followed her into the gym, you walking beside her and Yachi cowering behind you, gripping the sleeve of your jacket.
As Kiyoko opened the doors three boys approached one spouting compliments at her the other asking who you and Yachi were. “Guys these are your potential new managers.” Yachi took a step out from behind you before yelling, “Uhm, my name is Yachi!” You waved at everyone who was gathering around briefly telling them your name. As people were greeting you, you glanced around the gym, stopping at two people, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi. You looked at them for a few seconds before moving on to the third year wearing a bun.
He bent down slightly, asking Yachi if she was a first year. You tried no to laugh as she screamed and politely and panicky told him that she was a first year addressing him as if he was more than a third year and then freaking out when the two second years were staring at her. “Forgive her, she's not good with new people, she’s hardly good with people she knows. She’s still scared of me sometimes.” As you finished your sentence Yachi mumbled that she was scared of you because you’re scary.
The third year with the bun turned to Hinata telling him, “This is great now you have managers for next year.” Before Hinata could really say anything Kiyoko stepped in saying nothing was set in stone and that you too just wanted to meet the team. As Yachi said it was nice to meet the team everyone bowed and said “Hello” at the same time, effectively freaking Yachi out. As Kiyoko was telling them to back up and not crowd you both you didn’t notice as Yachi slipped outside, “Sorry for bothering you.” She said and closed the door. “Again sorry, she’ll get used to you I promise. I’ll let you get back to practice.” Everyone said goodbye and dispersed to go do their own thing until practice officially started. As you turned to leave you heard the annoying voice that seemed to follow you everywhere, “Are you really that obsessed with me that you would join the volleyball team somehow. If you really had that big of a crush on me you could just say so.” Turning you saw Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, the latter looking at you apologetically. You rolled your eyes, “Yes Tsuki I'm oh so obsessed with you that you consume every waking thought I have. Get over yourself.”
Walking out of the gym you saw Yachi crawling on the ground. You were about to ask her what she was doing when someone interrupted you, “You alright?” He asked. She turned around looking at him for a few seconds before yelling, “Please don’t kill me!” and sprinting away. “Kill you?” He asked mostly to himself. “Sorry about her.” You said to him, you seemed to be apologizing for her a lot today. He jumped, turning around to see you, “Jesus kid you scared the shit out of me don’t do that, nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“We’re the possible new managers for the team. She takes a while to warm up to new people. Also you shouldn’t be worried about a heart attack at your age. Lung failure seems more like it.” You pat him on the shoulder as you went to go find Yachi to sternly talk to her about Tsukishima and Yamaguchi being on the team. Yamaguchi you don’t mind as much, it’s Tsukishima that's the thorn in your ass. It’s not that you hated him, you just well, hated him. He sat behind you in your classes and constantly picked on you. Needed to always tell you that he scored higher on the test or his paper was better than yours. He was just annoying.
You found Yachi by her locker gathering the rest of her things, “Hey Yachi! I need to talk to you.” You said as you jogged up to her, “I don’t think I can do this man, Tsuki is on the team and he is not going to leave me alone if i do this with you.” She put on her jacket and picked up her bag and you two began to walk out of the school to go home, “Please, I can’t do this alone. You said you wanted to spend more time with me anyway. What happened between you two? Weren’t you really good friends with him and Yamaguchi before this year?”
You shrugged looking down at your feet, “He got a stick up his ass I don’t know what you want me to say.” You looked over and her and saw her giving you a disapproving look and you sighed, “Yeah we used to be great friends, best friends even. Then this summer he just started being cold to me. I honestly don’t know what happened and I don’t know if I want to know.” She nodded and was quiet for a few seconds before speaking up, “I get it, I do. But I really need you to do this with me. I might die if you don’t.” You sighed dramatically, throwing your head back, “Fine but you owe me. I may have only known you since the beginning of this year but even I know that you probably would’ve survived.”
It had been a while since you agreed to help Yachi with being the volleyball team manager and so far it had been hell. You ignored Tsukishima when you could but one of his perks and your downfalls of being childhood friends was he knew what buttons to press. Now here you were at some training camp in Tokyo and ignoring him could only do so much. It was the last day and so far you’ve had to deal with him treating you like you had to do everything he said, him loudly and obviously talking about you to Yams, and snide comments about the way you looked or something you did.
The last straw was when you sat down to eat and he made a comment about your weight. You and Yachi were sitting down to eat when Tsukishima walked over with Yamaguchi, “Gee Y/n do you really need all that food?” You didn’t say anything as you looked down at your plate. You didn’t think you got a lot, you got as much as Yachi. You weren’t necessarily insecure but your weight was always something your family commented on, eventually it made you cut back on eating, some days not eating at all in hopes of maybe trying to lose some weight to appease your family. Lately it hasn’t been so bad, Yachi has been helping with it, you were eating more regularly and getting back to normal. But now you feel like you’re back to square one. “Not gonna say anything? That’s a first.”
You set your plate down on the step you were sitting on and told Yachi that you really weren’t that hungry before walking away. As you walked into the gym you were all eating outside of you heard Yachi talking to Tsuki and Yams, nearly yelling. It’s honestly the first time you’ve heard her raise her voice for the first time that wasn’t out of nervousness or anxiety.
You were tossing a stray volleyball in the air when you heard the door open and close. “Yachi I told you I’m not hungry honestly.” You said focusing on the ball not looking at her. “I’m not Yachi and you should eat something.” You sighed as you heard the one voice you probably didn’t want to hear right now, “Do I need to stop eating or do I need to eat? Make up your mind Tsuki.” You caught the ball and turned to face him. He was holding your plate of food and scratching the back of his neck avoiding eye contact, “I uh, I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”
You scoffed, “Is The Tsukishima apologizing? I didn’t know you knew how. You’ve been an ass since this summer and now that you know you hit a soft spot you change? Not happening. Besides, it's not something I go around advertising.” You sat down on the bench and he followed suit setting the plate in between you both. You sat there for a few minutes not saying anything before he cleared his throat, “I really am sorry. You look fine. I’m sorry about being an ass to you this whole time, please eat.”
Narrowing your eyes you looked between him and the food, “If you’re so sorry then why? Huh? Why are you being an ass? I mean one minute we’re all friends and the next you’re rude and dismissive.” He sighed, rubbing his face muttering that it was stupid. “Tsuki it’s not stupid to me, I lost two of my closest friends seemingly overnight with no reason at all. I’ll eat if you tell me what the hell changed.”
He thought for a second leaning on his knees before speaking, “Yamaguchi and I were hanging out one night this summer and you came up in the conversation. After a while Yams made me realize that I maybe like you. I didn’t know how to deal with that so I pushed you away instead and I may have pushed it too far. I’m sorry for everything I just didn’t know how to tell you so I probably handled it in the worst way.”
You paused for a second thinking about what he said before laughing and picking up the plate to start eating. “You aren’t gonna say anything just laugh? See this is why I didn’t want to tell you.” He said standing up. You finished chewing your bite, “Sit down, god you’re so dramatic. I laughed because this all happened because you’re emotionally constipated. Yanno if you told me this once you figured out your rubik's cube of emotions we probably could’ve been dating this whole time.” You didn’t say anything else and finished eating what was on your plate as he sat down with his mouth open gaping at you. “Wait so you like me too?”
You covered your mouth as you tried not to laugh at him, “For someone who constantly pointed out how they were smarter than me for the majority of this school year, you’re pretty fuckin dumb aren’t you.” He pushed you over and told you to shut up. “Oh come on Tsuki, is that anyway to talk to your girlfriend?” You watched as his ears began to turn red and he repeated the word girlfriend in a questioning form. “Unless of course you don’t want me too, then this was all for nothing and we can walk out of the gym like none of this happened.”
“Fine I guess, you’re uh, my girlfriend.” He said, coughing and looking away. You raised your eyebrows and laughed, “God Tsuki don’t sound like I held you at gunpoint. You’re such a tsundere. I guess I’ll deal with it though.” You said as you sighed deeply. He looked offended and pushed you off the bench as you both laughed at each other taking turns making stupid insults about the other person.
Outside the gym Yams and Yachi were all but pressing their ears against the door listening to your conversation, “They definitely confessed.”
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