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[Sažetak] Cloud FinOps - J.R. Storment
Upravljate troškovima svojih cloud resursa? Ne? Ne brinite, niste jedini. Jako malo organizacija adekvatno upravlja. Trude se. Ignoriraju. Ne zamaraju se. A troškovi kontinuirano rastu. Zatim se čude i pišu senzacionalističke članke na koje sam se referencirao u ovom tekstu.
Cloud usluge su zamišljene da su skalabilne i dostupne u trenutku kada ih zatrebate. A, naravno, tako se ponašaju i troškovi - skalabilno. I trenutno. Onog trena kada zatražite cloud instancu. Bez obzira da li ju koristite ili ne. Ako je upaljena, naplaćuje se.
FinOps kultura i principi su zamišljeni da pomognu u upravljanju cloud resursima i vezanim troškovima tako da maksimiziraju balans vrijednosti i troška. Kroz tri faze zatvorenog ciklusa - inform, optimize, operate - cilj FinOps metodologije je kontinuirano praćenje korištenja resursa te predlaganje optimizacija (primjerice rightsizing) te drugih aktivnosti (primjerice rezervacije resursa) kako bi maksimalno iskoristili cloud resurse.
Iako sam prošao službenu edukaciju i prošao certifikaciju (malo se hvalim :)), knjiga je obavezno štivo kao dopuna edukaciji. Prepuna je korisnih savjeta, prijedloga a i iskustava iz stvarnih situacija i tvrtki.
Part I - Introducing FinOps
"In the simplest terms, FinOps brings financial accountability to the variable spend model of cloud"
"It's the way for teams to manage their cloud costs, where everyone takes ownership of their cloud usage supported by central best-practice group"
"With FinOps, each operational team can access the near-real-time data they need to influence their spend and help them make data-driven decisions that result in efficient could cos balanced against the speed/performance and quality/availability of services"
"In our experience, you should provide engineers with feedback on the impacts of their actions as close as possible to the time those actions occur"
"Like DevOps before it, FinOps is a cultural shift, and the earlier it starts, the sooner an organization will benefit"
"When you are focused on speed and innovation, it's easy for cloud bill to soar"
"A central FinOps enablement team is the drive of a FinOps mindset across the organization evangelizing best practices for incorporating cost consideration into development plans"
"It's important to note that you can't facilitate a cultural shift to FinOps just by practitioners or bringing in a contractor. With FinOps, everyone in the organization has a part to play"
"The disconnect comes when these teams try to communicate with each other, which cloud forces them to do so much more often than was common during the data center days"
"FinOps should help the finance teams to understand the cloud language by abstracting the cloud-specific terminology away for those who understand the dollars and cents, and they should simplify the finance requirements for the engineering teams"
"Understanding this complexity allows you to do really cool things down the road, like automated anomaly detection when something small changes. We say small because cloud efficiency often suffers a death by a thousand cuts"
"Remember, you're being charged for the actual time in the period that the thing was on. Not whether it was used, but whether it was on"
"But in the cloud, compute resources should be thought of as ephemeral and replaceable. They are cattle, not pets"
"The most successful FinOps practices decentralize using less (i.e. avoiding costs) and centralize paying less (i.e. reducing rates)"
"Give the engineers/application owners the data and the power to make the right decisions for their business objectives"
"FinOps isn't about saving money, it's about making money through data-informed decisions about your cloud technology investments"
"Your adopting FinOps plan should simply outline the steps the business will take to start-or-expand-FinOps and the benefits of getting the practice going"
"Every organization adopting the cloud will need to develop mechanisms to manage cloud costs. The Framework provides an operating model for your FinOps practice by aligning cloud management best practices"
"Your reports and dashboards must present information consistently, with high data quality and with high degree or review and control"
"Making your FinOps reports accessible to all your staff is essential"
"Your job is to ensure each respective team has the context to truly understand cloud consumption data and, when faces with it, make the right assumptions leading to the right actions for the business"
"The reports and dashboards you create are some of the most important tools in building a collaborative FinOps practice"
Part II - Inform Phase
"The cloud is a value creator, but the more you use it, the more cost it will incur. The role of FinOps is to help maximize the value created by that spend"
"Real-time decision making is about getting data - such as cloud spend changes or anomaly alerts - quickly to the people who deploy and manage cloud resources"
"The FinOps team improves the available data via better tooling and modifies the business processes that enable your organization to do FinOps"
"These phases aren't linear - you should plan to cycle through them constantly"
"The inform phase is where you start to understand your costs and the drivers behind them"
"During the inform phase, you get visibility into cloud spend, drill down into granular cost allocation, and create shared accountability"
"Some of the activities in this phase include: Map spending to the business, Create showback (and other reporting), Define budget and forecasts, Define your account strategy, Set tag strategy and compliance, Allocate shared costs equitably, Dynamically calculate custom rates and amortizations, Analyze trending and variance, Create scorecards, Benchmark against industry peers, Identify anomalies"
"The optimize phase identifies measured improvements to your cloud and sets goals for the upcoming operate phase"
"This phase includes the following activities: Analyze KPI's and set goals, Find and report underutilized services, Evaluate centralized commitment-based discount options"
"The operate phase sets up the processes for taking actions to achieve those goals "
"This phase also stresses continuous improvement of processes"
"Here are some of the activities that take place during the operate phase: Deliver spend data to stakeholders, Make cultural changes to align with goals, Rightsize instances and services (or turn them off), Define governance and controls for cloud usage, Continuously improve efficiency and innovation, Automate resource optimization, Integrate recommendations into workflows, Establish policy-driven tag cleanup and storage lifecycle policies"
"Tagging spend metrics to business metrics is a key step in your FinOps journey"
"Managing anomalies starts in the inform phase. If you are not looking at your anomaly reporting, stop reading and go turn it on, then come back and finish this chapter. It's that important"
"Using scorecards that benchmark team performance is the best way to find out how teams operate"
"If that weren't enough, a solid tagging strategy allows you to build more accurate forecasting models, simply because you're using data that's richer, more accurate, and more granular"
"Showback leaves the bill on the table for analysis; chargeback leaves the same bill, but requires payment"
"Tags allow you to assign business-context details to specific resources and then to analyze that information to answer your company-specific questions"
"The key to winning at FinOps is to et account and tagging strategy established early on and maintain them consistently"
"The most flexibility and success comes from having and approach that encompasses both accounts and tags"
"When you're leveraging tagging for cos allocation, you might initially focus on tags for the business unit, the product, the owner, and the role. Then you might ensure your development services are deployed into different account than your production services. You use accounts to isolate costs by environment"
"Tagging is vital early step that ensures you'll have a rich dataset to work with when you get into more advanced stages of your FinOps practice"
"If you're unsure of where to start with a tagging standard, here are some tags that companies with successful FinOps implement: A cost center/business unit tag, A service workload name, A resource owner, A name tag, An environment tag"
"We recommend using an account hierarchy in place of the most important one or two tags - say, cost center and environment - and than using tags for the remaining three to five allocations that must be tracked"
"To determine how your tagging practices are working inside your organization, you should have reports identifying where tags are incorrectly applied. We recommend you measure tag average by the amount of cloud spend with a tag allocated versus without"
"It is done to understand how future cloud infrastructure and application lifecycle changes may impact budgets and to aid evaluating cloud investment decisions. And it's one of the hardest things to get right in FinOps"
"Forecasting at finer levels of granularity can enable you to determine where your forecasts are not matching the actuals and allow you to focus on those areas to improve"
"The most advanced practitioners in the State of FinOps reported updating their forecasts weekly, though monthly or quarterly was still the most common cadence for the majority"
"When you introduce FinOps optimizations, the reduction of your operating cost may hide the natural growth of your cloud spend"
"The general consensus in the FinOps community is that cloud team forecasts should be done on a rolling 3-to-12 month basis"
Part III - Optimize Phase
"Goals aren't a single value -they're a trend over time. If you set a goal as a single value such as x dollars per month, you have to wait until the end of the month to see how you are tracking"
"Adding a target line allows you to get more context about the graph data points"
"This is what we classify as an expected anomaly. A decision is made ahead of time to exceed the planned budgets to achieve a desired business outcome"
"The goal isn't to make perfect decisions . It's to make the best decision possible given the context and data, and then reevaluate often. A well-sized resource won't stay that way forever, as code and load evolve over time"
"When cloud resources are first deployed, often their capacity requirements aren't fully known or well understood. That's true for almost everyone in those early days of deployment"
"The central FinOps team is there to operate the automated analytics into resource usage, provide reports on what resource appear to be underutilized, and programmatically provide alternative, more efficient configurations"
"When looking at the existing workload on a resource (like a server instance), it's crucial to ensure that you're not just looking at average and peak values of the metrics. If you use averages or peaks, you can be misled"
"It is more cost-effective to rightsize and discount your workloads, thereby potentially leaving some unused discount capacity, than it is to ignore rightsizing for fear of risking wasted discounts"
"Put simply, serverless can be cheap, but refactoring for serverless is not"
"We suggest starting with the lowest-impact recommendations first, such as cleaning unused volumes and IP addresses. Test out rightsizing recommendations in non-production environments, and get the broader organization used to the variable usage benefits that cloud provides via it's ability to change resource sizing to match needs"
"Assigning tickets to team members generally makes them feel more accountable for cost wastage"
"However you decide to calculate savings and track them over time, do it consistently, document your assumptions, and have it ready. Because one thing most FinOps practitioners report is that sooner or later the leadership is charge of the FinOps team will stop by to ask how much the FinOps team has saved by optimizing, and they usually want an answer right away"
"Use cases for owned/perpetual licenses or license rights purchased for non cloud to be used in the cloud are extremely complex and are often subject to changing rules and requirements"
"This is because commitment based discounts represent the largest percentage discount you can achieve in cloud and often apply to the largest areas of cloud spend in your bill"
"RIs, SPs, CUDs, and Flexible CUDs are the most complex optimizations available to cloud users. There are serious discounts to be gained by operating a successful reservation program"
"Cloud is designed for just-in-time purchasing. You shouldn't be running infrastructure or purchasing capacity (i.e. buying commitments) in a data center fashion"
"When a commitment doesn't match the usage you are expecting, it can lead to very large cost increases"
"When you are earlier on in the maturity of your practice, we recommend buying just one commitment. This allows you to confirm your knowledge with low-risk purchase"
Part IV - Operate Phase
"Whereas the optimize phase sets the goals, the operate phase takes action"
"Start by figuring out how items get added to the new process (onboarding), what is expected from the teams (responsibility), how teams are informed about when the process should be followed and the outcomes of following the process (visibility/alerting), and finally begin following the process (action)"
"Teams should understand how their contributions help the organization reach goals. When teams don't see how their efforts contribute, they often don't follow processes"
"When it comes to any business tooling, the inevitable debate begins: buy versus build. For FinOps we recommend starting with a third-party tool"
"You shouldn't try to implement too much optimization all at once. This will inevitably cause issues and have you struggling to make sure the automation you deploy is working effectively"
"The primary rule od MDCO is: don't do anything. That is, don't do anything until you have a metric that measures the impact of your action"
"Remember, a cloud service provider can only observe metrics provided by the VM hypervisor, not operating systems or processes, unless you're using their managed service offering"
"In the container world, you can tag/label your containers. These tags form the identification that you use to allocate costs"
"Namespaces allow you to group resources within a single cluster. Creating namespaces for teams, or for specific services, allows you to create a coarse-grained cost allocation group"
"The alternative is to run multiple clusters, but running too many clusters can be hard to manage and isn't cost-efficient"
"FinOps is a team sport, and very little gets done without the engineers"
"A simple definition for unit economics metrics is direct revenues or cost, associated with a particular business model, that are specifically expressed on a per-unit basis"
"Don't be discouraged if you're unable to get to a top-line revenue metric related to cloud spend. Many organizations cannot, either because of the type of business they are in or because of their maturity"
Dodatne poveznice
Goodreads: Cloud FinOps: Collaborative, Real-Time Cloud Financial Management
Amazon: Cloud FinOps: Collaborative, Real-Time Cloud Financial Management
Blackwell's: Cloud FinOps: Collaborative, Real-Time Cloud Financial Management
FinOps YouTube kanal: https://www.youtube.com/@finopsfoundation/featured
FinOps Foundation: https://www.finops.org/
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“Make me yours.”
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a/u: Hey, y’all, I’m back! I’m so sorry I was gone for so long, writer’s block and life haven’t really been my friends for the past seven weeks, but I finally managed to finish a fic! I hope you enjoy it and my slow return back to posting. Also thank you so much for 3,000k+ followers, I love you guys!
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Clouds began to crowd the sky as the morning light was blocked by the downpour that had seemed to manifest out of thin air, the streets made slick with rain as early commuters combated with the elements. But it also created a peaceful atmosphere for you and your girlfriends as the light tapping of the rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows gradually roused you from the depths of sleep, a loud yawn erupted from your lips as your eyes fluttered open.
The scent of the two Alphas snuggled on either side of you filling your senses as you reveled in the moment, enjoying the feel of their bodies against yours until it seemed like you began to burn up. Your skin felt clammy as sweat began to bead along your hairline, the feel of fire felt like it was beginning to claim the pit of your stomach when an overwhelming sense of urgency coursed through your veins, ‘You were in heat.’
The comforter covering your bodies felt suffocating as you pressed your thighs together in an effort to stop the wetness from sleeping out on the bed, while you did your best to weasel away from the women clinging to you. Holding your breath as you snaked your way to the edge of the mattress so you could make a bolt to the en-suite, locking the door behind you as your legs finally gave out from under you and helplessly slid onto the floor.
Your underwear was completely soaked in your slick as you barely had enough strength to peel them off you before discarding them on the bathroom floor. The feel of the tile under your heated skin did wonders to relieve the burn you felt as one of your hands began sliding it’s way down to the burning between your legs. You shyly toyed with your slit as your fingertips dipped shallowly into your center, running your fingers through the wetness but stopping before you could properly pay attention to your clit as more of your essence began spilling out. Drenching your hand in wetness as you finally gave in and plunged into your depths. Your walls immediately tightened around the sudden intrusion as a guttural moan released itself from deep within your chest, your hand pistoned itself in and out of your entrance as you could feel your first release building up inside of you. The cool in your stomach growing taught as you pulled your fingers out from inside and moved up to attack your clit.
Your fingers frantically flicking, rubbing, and circling the straining bundle of nerves as your eyes remain squeezed shut, your breathing beyond labored as you balled your fist against the tile. Your body bracing itself as it froze for a fraction of a second before releasing all the tension it had stored within itself.
Streams of pent up arousal came shooting out of you as you continued to focus all your energy onto your clit as your peak took you to heights you never thought imaginable. You were becoming acutely aware of the screams echoing off the bathroom walls that you finally recognized as your own as your orgasm finally died down. Slight jerks wracked your body as your hand fell to the side, a content smile forming on your lips as the aftershocks of your orgasm thrummed throughout your body. A contented sigh falling from your lips as you rested peacefully against the bathroom door, until a knock sounded cr behind it.
“Y..Y/N? Are you okay?” Your blood ran cold as Dahyun’s voice sounded from behind the door.
“Mm hmm.” You hummed, “Everything’s fine!” You tried to sound more put together than you felt to mask the fact you were in heat and surrounded by your two, unmated girlfriends.
“No you’re not.” It was Tzuyu this time. “We can smell you from underneath the door.”
‘Well, shit.’ You mused to yourself as you slowly began to stand up, ‘That didn’t work.’ You sighed, knowing it was impossible to put off the inevitable, “Okay, fine. I’m coming out.”
To say you were nervous would be a gigantic understatement as you braced yourself to face your girlfriends. Exhaling slowly as you pushed the door open to find the two Alphas you had left in bed this morning staring at you, “Morning.”
Dahyun and Tzuyu deadpanned as they stood up straighter, your scent finally hitting them in full force as they took in your appearance. From the flush of your cheeks to the clenching of your thighs, “You’re in heat.”
It was your turn to deadpan as you looked at Tzuyu, “No shit, Sherlock.”
Dahyun suppressed a laugh as she tried not to look at the stunned disbelief on the taller Alpha’s face, “What Tzumong meant to say was, ‘Would you like some help with it?’.”
You giggled slightly, “Depends.” A coy smile grew on your face as you palmed the Alpha’s bulges through their boxers, enjoying the way their alpha-hoods swelled under your touch. Their scents combined into a dominant musk that made your mind spin and your core clench. “What do you have to offer?”
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Tzuyu huffed a laugh and sat on the bed beside you, reaching her hand between your legs to rub at your swollen, slick clit to ease the need that your heat would be bringing without someone inside you. Dahyun quickly pulled her shirt and bra over her head, tossing them both to the floor and eased her boxers the rest of the way down her legs. She watched with a smile on her face as Tzuyu teased you and pressed her own erection up against you, grinding to work you up even more.
Dahyun climbed back onto the bed, laying down beside you as her cock strained against the cold air of the room, slipping her hand down to press two fingers inside of you. Tzuyu pulled her own hand away, drawing out a desperate groan from you as she did so. She undressed quickly, her clothes ending up on a pile on the floor next to Dahyun’s. Her hand found your clit again as she laid down beside you like Dahyun had done.
“What do you want us to do to you, baby? You’re already so wet for us.”
You struggled to find the words to answer that question, your mind torn between how good both of their hands felt on you but also the desire and the need for more. Tzuyu chuckled when she didn’t get a response to her question, her eyes flicking up to meet Dahyun’s.
“Then I guess it’s up to us. Isn’t it, Y/N-ah?” Tzuyu ran her tongue over your lips eliciting a groan at all the possibilities of what was to come at the hands of your Alphas.
Dahyun couldn’t suppress her smile as she felt her length pulse, “Sounds good to me, Tzu.” Both of the girls took their time to feel you up as they each made their way to some part of you. Dahyun moved in front of you to place lingering kisses along your chest making you squirm against her wandering lips while Tzuyu busied herself with placing open mouthed kisses on the base of your neck and up to your jaw as you continued to pant under their ministrations.
The slick between your legs was practically smeared along your thighs and probably soaking into the bed sheets by now with how turned on you were. The fire of your heat burned so hot in your lower belly that you felt like it was going to consume you from the inside out if the Alphas surrounding you didn’t do something quick.
A desperate whine left your throat as you rocked your hips backwards to grind against Tzuyu, her hardness digging into your ass when you finally decided that now was finally the time.
You were finally going to ask them to be your mates.
A shuddering breath fell from your lips as sweat dripped down your face, a look of determination in your eyes as you called both of your girlfriend’s attentions. Causing them to momentarily stop what they were doing to face you, “I’m ready.”
The sudden confession surprised them both as Dahyun looked at you with concern, “Are you sure?”
You appreciated her worry but you could barely think of anything other than the two of them plowing you into the mattress as you nodded, “Make me yours.”
A wide smile broke out onto both of their faces as they placed a kiss on opposite sides of your cheeks, Tzuyu nuzzling into your hair as she wrapped her arms around your waist, “And we’ll make you ours.”
The both of them helped you roll onto your side, having you face Dahyun. Tzuyu’s hands helped to support your thighs to keep them spread for Dahyun as she brought the head of her cock to your already dripping cunt. She chose to tease you at first, not pressing inside but instead rubbing slow, steady circles with it, enjoying the way your entrance fluttered the more you got worked up. Sliding her alpha-hood between your folds to lube up her length a little more before she got ready to push into you for the first time, not bothering to add any additional lubrication other than your guy’s combined wetness as you were practically soaking.
Tzuyu snaked one hand up to palm at your breasts, tugging and pinching a nipple between her fingers, causing your hips to jerk forward towards Dahyun. When she finally pushed forward, sliding the tip of her cock inside of you after she felt you had enough teasing. Your breath catching in your throat as she slowly began pushing into you, your walls squeezing down on her at the unfamiliar stretch as you gritted your teeth a little at the pain. Your eyes squeezed shut as Tzuyu whispered words of encouragement into your ear as she continued to toy with your breasts, doing her best to make the small amount of pain you were experiencing turn to pleasure as soon as possible.
Your body relaxed when Dahyun had finally bottomed out inside of you, she waited patiently for you to adjust to her size when you nodded, “You can move.”
She grunted in response as she pulled out so that only the head of her cock remained inside of you, before carefully thrusting back inside of you causing you to cry out in relief as you were filled up again, the stretch of Dahyun’s length starting to finally feel pleasant. You tilted your head back to rest against Tzuyu’s chest, panting loudly as Dahyun began thrusting.
She took over Tzuyu’s hand that had been supporting your thigh, as she brought your leg to hook around her hip instead. Tzuyu continued to palm at your breast with one hand, moving her now free hand to your ass, using her finger to tease at your other hole. A needy and desperate whimper escaped your lips as Tzuyu’s finger prodded and threatened to press inside.
“So eager.” The taller Alpha teased with a chuckle before standing up, heading to their bedside table.
You let out a whine, Dahyun’s cock was inside you just like you wanted - needed - but her hips stopped moving. You needed more and you needed it now. Dahyun shushed your whines, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder before switching to nipping at the skin, enjoying the breathy moans you gave in response.
The bed dipped as Tzuyu found her spot behind you again except this time with a bottle of lube in hand. Tzuyu popped the cap, squeezing it into the palm of her hand with a wet noise before tossing the bottle aside. With one hand she began to ease her fingers inside your hole, starting with just one digit but quickly moving to two with the desperate noises she was making.
Dahyun waited patiently, wanting so much to just begin thrusting with how amazing it felt to be inside of you, your walls clenching tightly around her but she knew she had to wait for Tzuyu and it would be worth it. Tzuyu worked her way up to three fingers, enjoying the way you stretched for her before finally pulling away, earning yet another desperate whimper from deep within your chest. She used the rest of the lube to slick up her own cock as she pressed the head of it against your hole, pausing for just a moment before pressing inside.
You clung to Dahyun’s shoulders, fingernails digging in harshly as you wailed with pleasure, feeling both of your holes be filled up just like you’d been impatiently waiting for. There was a pause when Tzuyu bottomed out, the two alphas giving you a moment to adjust before Dahyun gave the first thrust. Your fingernails dragging down Dahyun’s back with a loud moan as Tzuyu thrusted in as soon as Dahyun was drawing back, the two of them alternating their thrusts into you.
“More! Please, please more!” You gasped, your heart racing and mind dizzy as your heat fully took hold and demanded even more from them.
Both Dahyun and Tzuyu were more than willing to oblige. Dahyun moved one hand up to pinch at one of your nipples, while Tzuyu busied her mouth with sucking dark hickeys into the muscle of your shoulders. They both began to thrust into you harder, enjoying the loud moans that you were letting out. You squirmed between them, not to get away from the pleasure but seeking out anything else they could give you.
“How does it feel, Jagi?” Dahyun asked breathlessly, punctuating her words with a teasing press of her newly formed knot against your aching entrance, “I bet you’ve been dreaming of this moment. Tzumong and me filling you to the brim as you lose control”
Tzuyu leaned in, murmuring against your ear as she joined in on the teasing, “You’re so spoiled, Y/N-ah. Having two Alphas taking care of your heat.”
“Fuck! Just…knot me.” You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as their teasing made the coil in your belly tighten.
Dahyun used one hand to grip your hip to push her knot inside first, doing so with a rough snap of her own hips followed by a delighted sigh. It had entered with a loud, slick pop. Your inner walls instantly clenched tightly around it. By the noises you were making, both Dahyun and Tzuyu could tell that you were so close to your peak, so Tzuyu followed Dahyun’s lead, pushing her knot inside your ass with a forceful thrust.
Causing you to cry out as you clenched hard on the two cocks inside you, viciously dragging your fingernails down Dahyun’s back as you felt both of your girlfriends release inside of you. Filling you up with their cum as they grunted and groaned against you, both of them sharing the same thought as they simultaneously sank their teeth into both sides of your neck.
Mating you.
Claiming you.
Their bites were the final straw as you were thrown over the edge, a high pitched scream escaped from your throat as you felt all the tension building inside of your body finally find its release. White filled your vision as every part of you spasmed, helpless to the onslaught of pure pleasure that made every nerve in your body stand on end. Before your high began to taper off as you fell bonelessly against Tzuyu.
The Alpha snaked her arm around your waist, pulling you as close as possible to her, palm rubbing and pressing against your stomach. A weak groan escaped from you at how full you felt before Tzuyu stopped, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Before propping herself up on one elbow, watching as Dahyun began to card her fingers through your hair, a goofy smile on her face as she trailed a finger down to the fresh bite on the right side of your neck. Her mark.
Both of their knots had shrunk enough inside of you for them to pull out but they continued to lie there, not moving.
That was until Tzuyu began to laugh from behind you, jostling you and Dahyun slightly as she calmed with a sigh, “I can’t believe we did it. We’re mates.”
The word felt strange but familiar all at the same time as you pushed the Alphas back slightly so that they were no longer inside of you, allowing you to lie on your back so that you could see the both of them properly, “Took us long enough.”
A chuckle also came from Dahyun as she linked her fingers with Tzuyu’s as their hands rested against your stomach, “At least we did. I guess that finally makes you our Omega now, doesn’t it Y/N.”
You couldn’t suppress the smile growing on your face as you took their interlocked hands that were resting on your belly and brought them to your lips, kissing them both. “And I guess that makes you two my Alphas.”
The two smiled as they cuddled into either side of you, “Yes, yes it does.”
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3. “I wish I was more like you.”
Zim didn’t quite know why he was letting the human flop all over his couch. The situation was distinctly to his advantage; it wasn’t every day that your mortal enemy poisoned themself for you and arrived, stumbling and giggling, on your doorstep. Realistically, he should be sticking a needle in his neck and hauling him down to the lab right now, but he didn’t exactly. Feel like it.
If his Tallest weren’t coming, then there was no point anyway.
The other option would obviously be to throw him out, but then it would be...over. He hadn’t left his base in...in...he didn’t even know how long. And he hadn’t talked to anybody except GIR, Minimoose, and his computer for even longer than that. He supposed he wanted to see what would happen? What the Dib would do, while he was in this state of metabolizing the poison he had injested.
He was NOT lonely. He could do whatever he wanted, he was ZIM. He didn’t need to explain ANYTHING.
“Wsh’s wuzm olky u” came a pathetic, sloppy voice from the couch.
Zim’s antennae twitched. He looked at the human. “Eh? What did you say?”
“Said I...wish I was more like you,” Dib repeated, looking at Zim with eyes that were only slightly unfocused.
Zim scoffed. “Of COURSE you do,” he crowed. “Irken do not have to DEAL with your silly human frailties and stupidities. We would never intentionally poison ourselves, as you have.”
“Nooooooooo,” said Dib, hauling himself up onto his elbows. He reached forward and clumsily tried to boop Zim on the nose. He didn’t seem to notice or mind when Zim twitched away. “I’mean I wish I wassss...was more like YOU.”
Zim blinked. “Of...COURSE you do!” he said. “Um. But out of PURE scientific curiosity, why do you say this thing?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” said Dib, squinting at the ceiling. “B’cause you’rrrrreeee really, uhmmm...smart?”
Zim stared incredulously at him. The human continued, oblivious.
“Y’rre like...so crea-hmmm. Creative. Half th-the time I haf. NO idea what y’rre gonna try to do. N you build juss...you build really really cool things.”
Zim thought of the experiments in his basement. None of them had WORKED, though. Was the Dib-thing delusional?
(That would make two of them, apparently.)
“I mean, even when they, like. Blow up? Or don’t work, they’re just...I kinda like...don’t tell ANYONE I said this, but sometimes I wish they DID. Work, I mean. Because...because i’ss jus so COOL. Like. Who else could think of that...that shit? Space-phasing alien horror blob? S’ AMAZING! You’re AMAZING.”
Zim squeezed his eyes shut and gripped his antennae. “You’re wrong,” he snapped, cutting him off. “ Your definition of ‘cool’ is entirely false. When things don’t work right, they are defective, and should be discarded.”
“Pffft,” said Dib, swiping a hand through the air. Completely oblivious to Zim’s distress. “But then...how will y’LEARN anything?”
“Eh?”
“When you mess up! When y- y get something wrong! That’s the only way y...y’can learn how to...how to not do things. And, and-and-and SOMETIMES the mistake is actually RIGHT!”
“How is that possible?” asked Zim.
“W’ll, becus...like. M’dad. Lost his arms. Y’d think that’d be like. A bad thing. Mistake. N it kinda was, n he really hurt for a b-bit. But zh-sh-THEN? He got these fucken. DOPE robot arms. N now he c’n like. Blast shit. S’cool.”
Zim looked away from Dib, hugging his knees. But he kept his antennae pricked towards the human’s slurring.
“And, and-and like...lookit all the human geniuses! Einsh-stein n Edis-mm. Not Edison. TETH-TESH-TESLA! Tesla’s better. Erryone thought they were stupid. Didn’t think right. Didn’t do anything right, for, for a really long time. Turns out they were fucken. GENIUSES. Made so much cool sh-*hic* shit?”
Dib fell silent. Zim glanced back, but he was just staring at the ceiling. Dazed. Hypnotized by something happening behind his wide amber eyes.
“S’metimes things...aren’t BAD when they’re wrong. ‘S all ‘m saying. Sometimes they’re just different. An’ an when something’s different, it means you get something that’s special, and cool, and b-brings something to...to...to th’ EVERYTHING that wasn’t there before. That wouldn’t be there if...if it was ‘right.’ Y’know?”
Zim didn’t respond.
After a moment, Dib craned his head backwards to look at him. “Thas th’main reason I wish I’was like you,” he said. His voice was a little too soft, too genuine for Zim’s comfort. “N’matter how many times y’mess up. N’matter how many times somethin goes wrong. Even when it looks completely hop- hopeless. Y’just keep going. It’s incredible.”
Zim realized that his eyes were stinging. What was WRONG with him? He looked away and swiped at his face angrily with gloved hands.
“W’sh you weren’t evil,” Dib muttered. He was messing with his own fingernails now, entranced by something beneath them. “R’lly would’ve been cool t. T’be friends. Alien friends...”
Zim took a deep breath and stood up. Back straight, shoulders back, like a good Irken soldier. “You are delirious,” he said. “Metabolize your poison and then LEAVE my base.”
“Mmmmm’kay,” said Dib. He yawned and curled up on the couch. “Th’nks.”
Zim stared at him for a moment longer. Then he shook his head and stormed out.
#my writing#zadr#zadf#qpr zadr#can be read any kinda way#this was really fun!#and it turned out kinda long#oops#anyway#ask to tag
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I’m glad to see you back!! I’m not sure if you are accepting requests but just in case I’d like to request an emeto sick Jooheon with Changkyun as a caretaker! (Can you guess who my biases are lol) I hope you are doing well!!
Sleep well, honey
Fandom: Monsta X
Sickie: Jooheon
Caregiver: Changkyun
Prompt: 'Hot water bottle' @sicktember
No one's POV.:
Monsta X had finally gotten a day off after a long time. Most members wanted to go out and have fun or visit their families, who they haven't seen in a while. The two maknaes however felt tired out from their busy schedules and decided they'd stay at the dorm and sleep in as late as they'd want to, which on Jooheon's case ended up being really late. Changkyung had already been up for two hours and not wanting to wake his friend, made himself a small breakfast before lazing on the couch and watching TV. It was already a bit past lunch time when he started to worry. Sure, they all were exhausted but sleeping this long really was extreme. The youngest decided to give Jooheon thirty more minutes before he'd go and check on him. Those thirty minutes passed with Changkyun unable to focus on the drama he was watching before he got up and quietly made his way to his friend's room. He carefully opened the door just a crack, peaking into the dim room. Apparently, the older rapper was still asleep. Walking closer, Changkyun looked at his hyung. Jooheon was curled up around a pillow, hugging it to his middle. His brows were furrowed, forehead glistening with sweat. Before the younger could feel for a fever though, Jooheon stirred, looking at Changkyun surprised. "Sorry for waking you", the maknae apologized, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Closing his eyes again, Jooheon shook his head and denied: "You didn't, I've already been awake for a while."
Uncomfortable with the silence, Changkyung asked: "Are you okay? I thought I'd check on you, considering how late it is already." – "I-I've got a stomach ache... Can you make it better?", the older groaned, grimacing in pain. As if to prove his point, his stomach grumbled angrily, causing the rapper to squeeze his eyes shut and bury his face in the pillow. Unsure of how he was supposed to make it better, Changkyun offered: "Well, you haven't had breakfast yet. I could make you something light and see if that settles your stomach." Gritting his teeth as a cramp hit, Jooheon shook his head. "Please don't make me food", he breathed, when the cramp let up. Rubbing the older's back comfortingly, Changkyung wracked his brain to come up with another way to help his friend. "How about a hot water bottle?", he hummed after a few minutes of thinking, "Might help your muscles relax and ease the cramps a little." – "Please", Jooheon nodded, gripping his pillow tighter. Squeezing his hyung's shoulder, Changkyun got up and promised: "Be back in a minute. Hang in there." The older nodded again, although this time, his dongsaeng couldn't see it as he was already out of the room.
As he waited for Changkyun to return, Jooheon couldn't help but notice the way the pain in his abdomen slowly morphed into something else. His stomach churned, letting out a sickly gurgle. Propping himself up on his elbow, Jooheon brought his fist up to his lips and muffled a queasy belch. He hoped it was just some gas wanting out but by the way his mouth watered, he could tell he wouldn't be that lucky. Unsure of what was going to happen, he stayed propped up, which was how Changkyun found him a few minutes later. "You okay?", The rapper asked worriedly, placing the hot water bottle aside to take in the other's sickly appearance, noting, "You could blend in with the wall perfectly with how white you look right now." – "I-I don't know", the older muttered, "It just hurt at first but now, I feel nauseous out of nowhere." Gently pulling the pillow out of his hyung's grasp, the maknae hummed: "Let's camp out in the bathroom for a while." Jooheon nodded, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He needed a moment for his head to stop spinning and for his stomach to settle a bit, as he feared he'd get sick all over the floor the moment he stood up.
Changkyung stayed close by and wrapped an arm around Jooheon's waist, supporting him as he stumbled to the bathroom, one arm cradling his upset stomach. The older already felt bile rising up his throat and swallowed back a gag, clenching his teeth, afraid something would come up before they made it to the bathroom. His shaky legs giving out the moment he reached his destination. Jooheon squeezed his eyes shut praying for his stomach to settle while the younger flipped up the toilet seat. Knowing how much his friend hated throwing up, Changkyun crouched behind him and rubbed his back. He could feel the heat radiating through his shirt. Remembering that he had wanted to check for a fever earlier but had gotten distracted when the other woke up, the maknae pressed the backs of his fingers against his hyung's neck. Jooheon shuddered at the cold touch. "You're burning", the younger cooed sympathetically, getting back up to fetch a cold washcloth. Jooheon only groaned, not really surprised at the revelation. His stomach was still doing backflips and he could feel his mouth water. Swallowing convulsively, the rapper moved closer to the toilet bowl. He hated being sick with a passion and would try his hardest to keep his stomach in place. Slowly he was losing the fight though and it freaked him out. Changkyun could tell by the way his friend's hands shook. Draping the cool cloth across the older's neck, he hummed: "Deep breaths. Stressing yourself out isn't going to help."
Trying to take a deep breath, Jooheon shook his head. His air was cut off by his throat contracting with an unproductive gag, that brought tears to his eyes. Only seconds later, his stomach lurched and he choked up a wave of mainly stomach acid. Changkyun was there, rubbing his back and whispering words of encouragement. Clutching the other's hand for support, Jooheon retched again. His ears rang as he threw up last night's dinner. Catching a short break, Jooheon tore off a wad of toilet paper to first dry the tears and sweat before cleaning his lips and chin. "Do you think you're done?", Changkyun whispered, rewetting the washcloth. The older shook his head, crossing his arms over the toilet and dizzily resting his head on them. Gently combing his hair back, the maknae sighed: "You already felt sick last night, didn't you? I remember you barely ate anything for dinner." – "Jus' wasn't hungry", Jooheon denied, cringing at the vile smell. "Alright, sit back against the tub for a moment, yeah?", the younger frowned, reaching to flush the toilet for the older, "Are you sure you're not done? You barely ate dinner and skipped breakfast entirely. How could there possibly be anything for you to throw up?" – "T-There is", Jooheon insisted, leaning over the toilet again.
They sat there for another twenty minutes but nothing happened aside from the rapper's stomach turning painfully. Still running his hand up and down the older's back, Changkyun offered: "Do you want me to call any of the hyungs for you?" Jooheon shook his head. They should enjoy their day off. "I could get you some water. Maybe if you drink something, you could throw up and get it over with", the younger tried, hoping to find a way to help his friend feel at least a little better. Unsurprisingly, Jooheon shook his head again. He hated throwing up, so there was no way he'd make himself sick even if he would feel better afterwards. After another ten minutes, Changkyun was able to convince him to move to the living room couch. While the older curled up there, drawing his legs up to his chest and hugging his sore middle, the maknae fetched a bucket and placed it next to the couch just in case. Then he collected the hot water bottle he had abandoned on his friend's bed and went to refill it, so it'd be nice and warm again. "You still want this", he asked quietly, crouching next to the couch and showing his hyung the hot water bottle. The older nodded, uncurling just enough to hug the newfound heat source to his middle. It was only now that he noticed just how cold he felt. Changkyun picked up on the little shivers and frowned. Jooheon's fever must have gone up if he was having chills like that.
Retrieving a fluffy blanket from his room, the maknae also fetched an ice pack before returning to the living room. He spread the blanket over his hyung's tightly curled up form and warned: "I'll put something cold on your forehead. Your head must be hurting from the high temperature you're sporting." Jooheon mumbled something incoherent and flinched a bit when the younger pressed the icepack to his forehead. Heart aching in sympathy, Changkyun stroked the other's arm till he had gotten used to the cold sensation on his face and was able to relax a bit. "Do you want me to turn on the TV to distract you a bit?", the maknae asked, reaching for the remote. He couldn't just let his friend wither in pain. Though he didn't get a reply, he turned on a random drama that was playing, making sure the volume was just loud enough to understand. After a few minutes, Jooheon opened his eyes and glanced at the TV too. If he couldn't sleep anyway, a distraction didn't sound too bad. In the beginning, the background noise and distraction were really welcome but after sometime, all the colors seemed to blur together, making the rapper's head pound. He closed his eyes, hoping to follow along with the plot despite not being able to see it. It didn't work and not being occupied anymore, he started paying more attention to how his body felt. Jooheon could feel every slight turn of his stomach and took a deep breath, reminding himself that the bucket was right there and nothing bad could happen to him. He'd be fine.
Ten minutes later, Changkyun noticed how his friend's skin shade looked faded and washed out. Just as he wanted to ask if everything was alright, the older propped himself on his elbow and leaned over the edge of the couch. Pulling the bucket closer, Jooheon drew in a shaky breath. Tears already pricked at his eyes. They finally had a day off and he had to spend it miserable like this. "Ssh, you're okay", Changkyun promised, moving closer to rub the other's back. The older choked out a sob before ducking his head into the bucket with a forceful retch. Changkyun patted his back as he coughed up a wave of sick. Considering it was mostly stomach acid and bile, Jooheon's throat burned making it incredibly painful to take in a breath. Before he could really recover from the first wave, his stomach lurched again and the younger cringed at the wet splattering noise. Changkyun could feel his own stomach clench and looked away but his hand never stopped drawing soothing circles onto his hyung's back.
Exhausted, Jooheon flopped onto his back, his arm draped over his face as he tried to recover from the exertion. "I'll get you some water. You don't have to drink immediately but maybe rinse your mouth", Changkyun hummed, placing the icepack back onto his friend's forehead before getting up and making his way to the kitchen. When he returned, the older seemed almost asleep but groaned quietly when the maknae rubbed his arm to get his attention. Jooheon sat up with some struggle and accepted the water his dongsaeng handed him. First, he rinsed his mouth a few times before taking a small sip and handing the glass back. Helping the older get settled again, Changkyun tucked the blanket around his hyung's shoulders and asked: "Will you be alright for a moment, so I can clean this out?" Jooheon nodded with his eyes closed. He felt like the couch was moving underneath him and just wanted for it to stay still so he could go to sleep. With the dizziness taking up most of his attention, he barely noticed when Changkyun returned and placed the now clean bucket back on the floor. The maknae could tell Jooheon wasn't asleep, his face didn't look relaxed enough for that. In hopes of helping the older get some rest, he played with his hair and gently scratched his scalp, successfully distracting Jooheon from most of his discomfort. He was too exhausted to stay awake much longer anyway. Changkyun smiled a bit when his hyung's face relaxed and he huffed a soft breath in his sleep. Sleep well, honey.
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#5
Aaaaah. You movie night ideas were so cute!!
Sam trying to be cool and catch popcorn in the air. He ends up choking and Ponk's laughing too hard to help him.
Puffy goes full mum mode making sure he's alright. "Do you need water? Ponk please stop laughing he could of hurt himself!"
I feel like the one time Quackity went as Alex, Sapnap would feel a little left out. Alex would spend more time than expected talking to Sam because it's been a while and the new environment made things much lighter.
Karl has some suspicions on who some of the heroes/villains are because of his time jumping around his boyfriends. He's never 100% sure but some of their voices are really familiar.
Karl calls Bad Mr. Sapnap's dad a lot. It gets quite a few giggles. As many times as Bad tries to correct him, he jus never seems to use his name.
Quackity takes full advantage of being Alex and makes sure to call Bad 'Dad' as much as humanly possible.
Skeppy may love BBH but the pull of trolling is too much and he spends the night joining Alex with lots of "So how's the Dad life going eh?"
Skeppy's face when Bad falls asleep in his lap. Dude would be in heaven XD
Sam accidentally leaving a door unlocked in the base n Tommy just dashing his way through when everyone least expects it. It shouldn't be this hard to catch one boy!
Tubbo going to the kitchen n passing by Ant and Velvet making out. He is traumatised. He no longer goes to the kitchen alone anymore.
I feel like Skeppy is absolutely petrified of horror movies but always backs Bad up when he wants to watch one.
Dream spending most of the night staring at George rather than the movie. He's seen it enough times anyway n he has to make sure George is comfortable 100% of the time!
When the movie is finished Ponk drags George away to his skateboard room so they can show off to each other.
The trip back to the hive is just George complaining that Dream doesn't love him enough because "If you did, I wouldn't even have to ask for a skateboard room! Why do you hate me?"
Dream internally panicking because oh no, George wants something but he has so much work right now.
The Hive makes a unanimous decision to not mention the giant hole in the wall, that was supposed to be patched up a week ago, because at least George has a skate room now XD
This was longer than I meant it to be!! Sorry haha
Oh you don’t have to apologize, I love all of these! /g :D
(Sapnap goes by the name Rash when he’s in ‘human mode’ so Karl calls BBH Mr. Rash’s dad instead XD)
(EDIT: Due to some broken cc boundaries, this AU will no longer be using Sapnap’s real name. So instead of Nick, his civilian name will now be Rash!)
191 notes • Posted 2021-03-29 06:57:27 GMT
#4
Do u have headcannons on where each couple in the TT au go on a date the most? Basically their dating spot
Of course! :D
Sam and Ponk aren't out in the public, nor does Ponk like going out in his civilian persona. So they would have video game dates. They would just hang out in each other's rooms and play games and talk. When Ponk or Sam is feeling romantic, they would have a picnic set up in the Titans' garden.
Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity would have arcade and theme park dates. They'd play every game and get on every ride they can. Sometimes they go on the same rollercoaster over and over again just to see who's the pussy that's first to give up. (Karl always loses)
Ant and Velvet has rooftop dates. As much as they want to go have dates in a cat café, neither of them has a civilian persona and it would be bad for both of them if people find out they're dating.
Even if Puffy and Niki aren't really dating, they would often hang out on Puffy's boat. They would watch the sunset together while talking about everything and nothing at the same time.
Skeppy and BBH would go on walks in the park as Zak and Darryl when they get together. They would walk Rat around and go have coffee. They're surprisingly tame when they're out of costume.
Dream snd George isn't a couple, but they would often go to the movies or the skate park. But most of the time, they would have a third wheel whether they like it or not XD
191 notes • Posted 2021-04-06 01:08:58 GMT
#3
Maze Runner AU headcanons!
There are two separate factions in the Glade. The ‘Dream SMP’ and “L’Manburg”.
Dream SMP is consisted of Dream, George, Sapnap, Punz, Karl, and Hbomb. Dream is their leader and George is second in command. The Dream Team had power over all of the Glade before Wilbur Soot arrived and decided that he didn’t want to follow their rules.
L’Manburg is consisted of Wilbur, Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity and Jack. Wilbur is their leader and Tubbo became second in command after showing capability in such a young age.
The Med-jacks (Bad and Ant) choose to be factionless and take care of everyone fairly. Skeppy tags along with them because of his friendship with Bad.
Although Ponk and Purpled have huts in the Dream SMP lands, they don’t particularly have a faction. They just protect what is theirs and have business transactions for Ponk’s crops here and there.
Connor is just there. He has no side and keeps to himself. He has no bad blood with anyone and generally has a good relationship with all sides.
Jack Manifold is the only one who remembers his real name before the Maze.
Despite having a divide, they still share the provided supplies every month fair and square. They let the new Greenies pick which side they want to be in after three days of staying in the Glade.
Because Dream SMP is mostly consisted of Runners and Builders, they make trades with L’manburg for livestock and crops and such, much to Dream’s displeasure. He still can’t believe Wilbur managed to rob him of his perfectly peaceful Glade and turn a lot of Gladers against him.
The two factions decide together (mostly just their leaders though) when a person gets infected. It’s either throw them in the Slammer to attempt to cure the or throw them into the maze to fend for themselves.
Even though Quackity is a Slicer, he manages the ‘legal’ side of their transactions and decisions. He also has a rocky and secret relationship with Sapnap and Karl from the other side.
Even though Fundy is the over-all manager of the Maze’s Map, the Dream Team and Tubbo still helps him with it because they all want to escape even though they’re not in good terms. Fundy and Dream may or may not have hidden crushes on each other.
Tubbo came into the maze at a young age of fourteen. He became a runner at age fifteen. He was severely injured and permanently damaged at the age of sixteen. He became L’Manburg’s First-in-command at the age of sixteen and a half. He helped lead their escape at the age of seventeen.
More to come in the future! See part 2 here!
192 notes • Posted 2021-01-30 09:10:39 GMT
#2
Could u do a headcanons on where their is someone who comes between the couples in the TT au, basically making someone in all your ships in this au jealous
Of course! :D
Ponk would always try and get BBH to hex anyone who would dare to flirt with Sam.
"Ponk I'm not a witch!" "But magic-"
Punz would always flirt with Sam because it pisses Ponk off. He doesn't really like Sam like that, he has the hots for Sam Nook.
Skeppy is jealous of Zak. Yes. His biggest love rival is himself. Someone help this man-
Sam would never be vocal about his jealousy, but whenever Foolish would hang around the tower and talk with Ponk, he would be clingy as fuck.
"Sammy- Sam, Foolish and I are talking stop kissing me!!" "*proceeds to kiss Ponk's cheeks and neck repeatedly*"
Sometimes, when Ponk is pissed at Sam, he would go get Foolish and cuddle him on the Titans' couch. Since Foolish is a good friend, and also a clueless idiot (/lh), he'd let Ponk do it.
Puffy and Jack Manifold had a discourse about Niki once... it's more of an misunderstanding than anything.
"You broke her heart!" "She left me. She's the one who broke my heart!" "Just move on damn it! She's happy without you!" "You don't think I can see that?!" "Stop being such a clingy ex!!" "... Ex???" "Yes?" "Phhaahaha, you think I'm her ex?!" "You're not?" "Fuck no! She's like my sister- oh my god, is this why you're so mad at me? You thought I was in a relationship with your crush? PFFTTT-" "Shut up!!"
Whenever someone tries to flirt with Karl, Quackity and Sapnap would cling onto the brunette and glare down at the person. Good thing Alex and Rash are intimidating in their own ways.
Velvet and Ant are never going to get jelly about anyone because they only have eyes for each other.
Dream gets really pissed when someone tries to flirt with George. Don't ask where the mall's security guard went... just don't.
226 notes • Posted 2021-04-04 22:54:16 GMT
#1
You know what? Fvck canon- *makes a Teen Titans crack AU*
I made a Badlands/Eggpire Teen Titans crack AU because DSMP canon is out to kill me with angst.
Character equivalent:
Robin =Sam: It’s canon that Sam is just some dude wearing a creeper mask, sounds familiar does it not? (*cough* Robin is just some dude in spandex *cough*) Also, gadgets galore! He is the smartest of the group and if the others need help with whatever machinery they have, he is there to help. And Robin has a pet wolf, *wiggles eyebrows* guess what, so does Sam.
Cyborg = Ponk: Dude, Ponk canonically has three prosthetic limbs, what else do you want from me? Oh, he didn’t make any of the prosthetics, Sam did all of those lmao. He requested some hi-tech guns and shit to be included in his new robot parts because he thought it would make him badass (it did) and Sam was too weak-willed towards Ponk to deny him.
Beastboy = Antfrost: Cat. Uhhhh, that’s all I got really XD (His power is the exact same as Beastboy, except he only ever transforms into a cat or any type of cat. He can turn into a dinosaur or a giraffe or a rhino, but he would rather turn into any type of cat, big or small it doesn’t matter as long as he’s a cat)
Raven = Badboyhalo: Cloak, demon, magic, need I say more? (Powers include, teleportation, flying, telekinesis, shadow manipulation, and cloaking/camouflage *he hides his demonic traits*)
Starfire = Puffy: Look, they are both girlbosses, both queens, and could both commit arson if they wanted and if they are prompted. Kind hearted but strong willed. It’s perfect. (She does not have powers, but she is good with knives and swords. She dresses up as a pirate, not a normal hero costume, but she rocks it.)
Headcanons below the cut :D
Their hero names are their internet personas. (Badboyhalo, Antfrost, Awesamdude, Captain Puffy, and Dropsbyponk)
“Why is your name Antfrost? You never shapeshift into an ant nor do you have frost powers... how does that make sense?” “Shut up, stop being homophobic.” “I’m not!!”
Their personalities lean more on their DSMP characters more then the Teen Titans characters.
Ponk and Sam are in a weird on and off relationship. One minute you see them cuddling on the couch and then the next minute they’re rambling to the other members how terrible of a partner the other one is (that’s mostly Ponk, Sam does it sometimes tho)
Like I said, Sam was the one to cyborg up his beloved Ponk. He also manages all the high-tech security/general technology in their tower and Pandora’s Vault. (yes the prison is canon here and Sam is the head-security because he made it. The team actually helps him him manage it, he’s okay don’t worry)
Antforst has this thing with a villain named Red Velvet, but they don’t talk about that. The rest of the team don’t approve of it, but they decided to let it be for now. Ant somehow managed to convince them to leave his ‘babe’ alone. (Sam really wants to throw Velvet in the prison, but he loves his friend too much)
Bad also has this weird relationship with this other villain named Skeppy. The team doesn’t really know what the two are. Skeppy seems to be upfront about his obvious crush on the hero, but Bad somehow overlooks this and assumes the villain only wants to be friends. (Bad is very dense)
Puffy is the mom of the group, while Bad is the dad. Sam could also be the dad, but he gets too chaotic when he doesn’t get enough sleep or when he drinks too much caffeine.
Sam is the only one who knows how to cook. Well, Puffy can cook, but nothing beats Sam’s pumpkin pies. Sam is the best cook of the group. The only things Bad can cook are muffins.
Ponk can have the craziest ideas sometimes. Sometimes they help, most of the time... not so much.
“Ponk I am not going to give you prosthetic eyes that has x-ray vision if you poke out your real ones.” “Bet?” “Ponkie no-!”
Bad and Puffy often argue lightheartedly. Insults between them is pretty common.
“Can’t you think of a better name? Captain Puffy sounds a little to obvious...” “Wow, you’re the one to talk Mr. I’m-edgy-and-dark-so-I’m-going-to-call-myself-Badboyhalo!”
Puffy has tried to adopt a villain before... *cough*Dream*cough*
“You can’t take him in Puffy, he’s a villain!” “But he was following me!” “Puffy, he was stalking you. He has tried to kill you multiple times!” “But my duckling...”
For some reason, whatever happens to his friends, happens to Bad but in a reversed way. Ant has a crush on a villain? A villain develops a crush on Bad. Puffy wants to adopt a villain? Well, a villain declared himself as Bad’s son.
Yes, Sapnap declared himself as Bad’s son. For what reason? Well, his reasoning is it was because they were both demons and he has never met another demon before.
Don’t give Sam too much coffee, or else you will randomly fine the whole tower walking because he was full of energy and stayed up all night making giant robotic legs out of boredom.
Will I dare make more of this AU? I dunno, depends if people would like it lmao. Oh, and if you want to know which characters of the dsmp is a hero/villain, feel free to ask in the askbox! :D
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Moonlight
the second part/continuation of Sunrise, Sunset!
this boutta get interesting……. it gets kinda messy but don’t worry, it isn’t over yet 🙏🙏🙏 also trevor can’t spell over text to save his life
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Lamar didn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t. He just kept thinking the whole situation over, trying his hardest to connect the dots. Make some sense of it, or at least find some logical way to deny the truth. Had it always been Franklin? It’s not like Lamar ever had a long term girlfriend, or even a chick he was hung up on like his… friend. How long had he been completely naïve? He felt stupid for not noticing sooner. He didn’t even have anyone to confide in. He obviously couldn’t confide in Frank right now. Shit. How would he face him? Lamar screwed his eyes shut tight. What the fuck was he gonna do? He tried thinking about who to turn to. Michael was obviously a no-go, what with the dynamic those two had. Then he thought about Trevor. Maybe he’d help. Maybe. It wouldn’t hurt to just ask, right?
hey
crazy guy
wut leroy. u need smthn?
uh, yeah
sort of
wut iz it?
some complicated bs again. nothin new.
cant u go 2 frank 4 whtevr prblm ur having
not exactly
can i meet u somewhere private?
wut 4
u tryna fuk me leroy?
loco. no.
jus. meet me @ vanilla unicorn asap
Lamar sighed heavily, starting to wonder if this was gonna be a bad idea to try and talk to him about this. But Trevor was kinda fruity anyway, so at least he wouldn’t judge. His phone buzzed again.
alrdy hear bro
Lamar raced over to the strip club, going through the back entrance. Trevor was sitting on his desk, already waiting for Lamar’s arrival.
“LD! What brings you to my fine establishment at this time?” He stood up, but remained leaning against the desk behind him.
“Listen man, it’s.. it’s serious.”
Trevor’s faced lifted, looking surprised. Or.. whatever concerned looked like by his terms.
“How serious we talkin’ bro?”
“Ion know, just some stupid shit I’ve been tryna wrap my head around.”
“Uhh, elaborate on that?”
“It’s gotta do with Fr-…eaky shit going on with me.”
Trevor squinted at him, like he was trying to read Lamar’s mind.
“Like..?”
“Something to do with love, I think?”
“Oh. Well. Why’d you come to me for help?”
“Because I..” He said, the words deflating in his mouth.
“I think you’re the only person who could understand where I’m coming from?”
“…I’m not reading ya. Just say it, Lamar. Jeez.”
“I think I’m in love with someone.”
A long pause filled the air with tension.
“That it?”
“Well, not exactly.”
“Jesus bro, what is the matter with you right now? You look like you’re gonna faint.”
“It’s, it’s someone we know, alright? There.”
Trevor squinted his eyes again, but not for long. His eyebrows flew to his hairline, and he stood upright from the desk he was perched on.
“Wait a minute…”
Lamar looked down at the ground, embarrassment swirling around in his stomach. He felt like some child that had been yelled at for stealing some candy. He didn’t like it. He was a grown fuckin’ man for crying out loud.
“You don’t mean..”
He stood there, saying nothing and grabbing his arm protectively. The silence was back, lingering for too long.
“I fuckin’ knew it.” Trevor said, almost inaudible.
“Wh.. what?” Lamar spluttered out, looking up.
“I fucking knew it!”
Somehow hearing those words comforted and pissed off Lamar. Obviously Trevor wasn’t planning on judging him for it, but how did he know before him?
“What the fuck you mean you knew?!”
“Oh please, Lamar. You aren’t a very subtle person.”
“I am too!”
“No. You’re not. You’re really not.”
“Tell me. How, how am I not subtle as a motherfucker?”
“Hmm… I can think of a few instances to count, but honestly a perfect example was that conversation we had dropping those cars off for he-who-shall-not-be-named.”
Lamar cocked his head sideways, confused. Trevor shook his head before starting his sentence back up.
“Remember when you ah… inquired about Michael and I? Our past?”
“Yeah, what of it?”
“You compared us to some.. I don’t know, divorced couple or something. Figuring it was romantic?” He averted his gaze, turning pink.
“Well, I mean after the whole rundown of our partnership, I asked you about how you and our boy Frankie met.”
“Mhm..”
“And you gave me some weird, uncomfortable story about you having a threesome with him- Which he apparently wasn’t even apart of to begin with. Didn’t know why he even appeared in that memory, but I guess it sort of makes sense now. It was also the fact you.. uh, deciphered my relationship, and tried to compare it to you and Frank. That’s how I started to catch on.”
“Shit.”
“I mean I… I was in the same boat as you, kid. You were right, y’know.”
“I was?”
“Michael and I… were never perfect. But back then I was,” His voice lowered.
“…Am.” He corrected, voice barely above a whisper. Coughing, he continued.
“In love with him. Or something.”
“Shit, for real?”
“For reals homie. I know what you’re going through. Only difference is Mikey uh.. was a little more repressed than I was. But you didn’t hear it from me.”
Lamar stood in shock, eventually flopping down on the couch.
“What the fuck am I gon’ do, Trevor?”
“Well, I know I’m friends with him but I’m not exactly as close to him as you or Mike. So I can’t exactly say whether or not he’s like Michael in that regard, you know?”
“Fuck, man…”
“Hey.. I uh, I’m sorry if I wasn’t much help. I never really knew how to deal with those feelings towards Mike. It’s like, even harder to manage when you have a bond like that.”
“No, no. I needed this I think.”
“Go home, Lamar. Try to get some rest or something.”
As he got up, he placed a hand on Trevor’s shoulder.
“Thanks.”
For the first time since they met, Trevor gave him a genuine smile. He patted his hand and scooted him out the door. Driving back, he still felt sort of restless. Even if he did sleep, it wasn’t gonna be enough. When he got back home and in his bed, he pulled out his phone.
So you’re back.
yup
i thought about what you said
Wait - really?
yeah. i’m a fuckin idiot
Doesn’t take a psychic to know that.
hey
that’s uncalled for lady
What is it you need? It’s very late you know - is what I said keeping you up?
bingo bitch
and uh yeah, i need to know what the fuck u said to franklin
what does he know?
All I told him was that I saw you at his house - very frequently I might add.
I might’ve mentioned you were there in his old room all the time, in his bed with someone he knew - an older woman, perhaps? He didn’t take it too well.
wait a minute
his auntie? i mean she bad and all but
i never.. like did anything with her. not like that
He thought differently. The implications might’ve been misread - why would you choose his childhood bed for something like that? Shame on you
and i might’ve picked the wrong fuckin person to speak to
lady, what the fuck? i never fucked his auntie!
i wouldn’t do that to him, even if she got a dumptruck ass
You are a strange man Lamar. All I saw was you two in his bed, very, very often.
I wouldn’t have known you felt anything for him had you not contacted me - and even now you still made a pass at her!
all we did was talk! n there’s nothing wrong wit admiring ass.
Whatever you say - oh wait…
I’m seeing something
goddammit
it better be good
I’m seeing you two again - and you’re right. You’re talking… about Franklin?
why else would we be in his room. if i was gon fuck his auntie we would’ve done it in hers or sumn
or in the livin room maybe.
I’m seeing something else now - he’s taken the place of his aunt. Oh. Wow…
what? what is it?
what do u see?
I… completely misinterpreted Franklin’s reading. It seems like it was supposed to be him in her place.
I’m not sure how he read it exactly - my best guess was that it wasn’t the latter.
And seeing as he no longer lived there, the vision got mixed up some how for both of us. You did have some connection to her though - don’t lie. That was most likely the problem.
i mean yeah. i hit on her a couple times
maybe thought it about it once or twice
More than that.
whatever. still, i ain’t do shit to her, ion stoop that low lady
Then I apologize. But I cannot fix this problem for you - you’re going to have to talk things out
Because right now, he’s assuming you’re acting weird because you actually *did* something with his aunt.
Fuck me man
this sucks
ur evil lady, u know that?
Hey, I’m not the one hanging out with his aunt. Now go to bed. I’ll deal with you another time.
hey wait
come back
SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.
“God fuckin’ damn it not again!”
He chucked his phone against the wall, and began yelling into his pillow. He wasn’t gonna sleep right at all until he fixed this mess. Fucking psychic lady.
The next morning when Lamar passed by his mirror he audibly gasped. He looked like shit. He looked like he was definitely hiding something. And he knew he couldn’t see Frank today. His phone buzzed and as soon as he glanced down he felt the urge to throw it across the room. Speak of the fuckin’ devil. Franklin was fucking calling him. Taking a deep breath, he hit answer.
“Yo.”
“Hey L. How you feelin’?”
“Better. Thanks.”
“Yeah man. You know what was up wit’ you or…”
“I.. I think it was some sort of stomach bug man. Doin’ alright now tho.”
“Glad to hear.”
“So are you callin’ me for something or-“
“Actually yeah. I wanted to talk to you.”
“N-now?”
“Later. Sunset? That cool wit’ you?”
“Uh yeah, yeah. Heard it’s a full moon.”
“Dope. Been meaning to talk about this for a while anyway, and you always dragging me around to go see the sunrise.”
“Makes sense.” More sense than the shit he was in the middle of.
“See you then?”
“Of course dog.”
Click. Lamar dropped his shoulders, which had grown tense during the duration of the call. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to understand what he was dealing with better. He thought to himself that he couldn’t possibly be gay, because he loved himself some hoes now and then. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel the same around Franklin. Women and men… was that possible? Could you be into men AND women? He looked it up on his phone, and found a definition that fit him. Bisexual? That’s a thing? He thought it was just, gay and straight. That you couldn’t be both. But… at least that was accounted for. Putting his phone away, he moved on to the next part of the puzzle. What was he going to do when night time came? He couldn’t straight up tell Franklin. That would ruin everything. But how would he explain that he didn’t fuck his Aunt? He had to have a reason to back it up. Either way, he was screwed.
Night came too quick. Lamar kept pacing his room, not taking his eyes off his phone that rested on his bed. Any minute Frank would call him. Any fucking minute now. He still didn’t have a plan. What was he going to do? The phone lit up, buzzing loudly. Oh no. He practically dove to answer it, feigning a nonchalant tone. It wasn’t very impressive.
“Heyyy Frank. I was waiting for word from you.”
“Hey. I’m on my way, be ready.”
He swallowed the lump in his throat.
“See you in 5 L.”
Even after Frank hung up, he didn’t lower the phone from his ear. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, ohshit. He was panicking now, phone dropping to the floor. Not noticing how long he was standing there, he heard a car pull up, then honk. Oh, shit. He raced out the door clumsily, trying to shove his phone in his pocket. Opening the car door, he was hit with the now overwhelming scent of Franklin. Something along the lines of weed and the same cologne he’d be buying for years. He remembered how Tanisha had gotten it for him back when they first started dating as a gift. The detail only made him more nauseous.
“Hey LD.”
“Hey.”
“Get in homie, I got a good spot for us, real sick view n shit.”
“Ah.. aight.”
The car ride wasn’t entirely awful for Lamar, listening to Collard Greens play loudly through the speakers. Franklin had taken them to some secluded spot near Vespucci beach, where no one would bother them. As they got out of the car, Lamar got a clear view of the sunset. It was even better than a sunrise. They found a bench to sit on, and Lamar felt like there wasn’t enough space between them. Did it magically fucking shrink as soon as they sat down? Shit. He cleared his throat, trying to seem neutral and not like he was internally freaking the fuck out.
“So uh… what’d you need to talk to me about?”
Franklin sighed, and Lamar’s stomach was in knots.
“It’s.. just somethin’ I been thinkin’ about for a while. I really jus’ didn’t know how to bring it up or whatever. But let’s jus’ enjoy the sunset right now.”
In contrast to how every sunrise went, the sunset contained shades of pinks and purples. There were also mixed shades of green, from the combination of yellow and blue clashing together. It was a miraculous sight. Frank was right, why didn’t they see sunsets more often? He watched the light sink down past the water, replaced by moonlight not much later. The two sat in silence, as stars filled the sky. The view had grown darker, but he could see the moonbeam reflect in the calm waves. He turned to Franklin, who had a serene expression on his face. He was blue in the moonlight, and it made Lamar feel all kinds of things he never felt for anyone before. Franklin side-eyed him, sitting upright. Here goes nothing.
“Lamar… I just. I gotta ask. I uh.. heard from someone,” Fucking psychic lady.
“That you uh.. and my.. Denise. My Aunt. Were uh.. you were at my house or something with her?”
Lamar eyes were wide. Franklin looked anywhere but him, clearly uncomfortable bringing the topic up. He kept tripping over his words, not knowing how to ask.
“Are.. and I won’t be mad if you are, but are you… and my Aunt.. Are y’all foolin’ around?” He scrunched his face up getting the words out. He almost looked hurt, like he was betrayed at the thought of it all.
“What?”
“Are you fuckin’ my Auntie or what man?!” He forced out.
“Franklin. What.”
He knew the psychic lady had said he got the wrong idea, but hearing it out loud from him was just mind boggling.
“Jesus Christ Franklin, no. I’m not! Why would you even think that?!”
Now he felt hurt. Did he really think Lamar would do something like that?
“You say shit about her all the fuckin’ time! I don’t even know why, because she’s fuckin’ nuts man! I have heard a million and one remarks about her from yo bitchass self!”
“Yeah but I would never-“
“And in my fuckin’ bed man?! Are you for real?!”
“I’m not fucking her! I never was!”
“That’s not what I fuckin’ heard dog! And don’t think I haven’t noticed how weird you’ve been actin’, all guilty n shit. I knew you were hidin’ shit from me, I jus’ didn’t think it’d be my absolute worst fuckin’ nightmare!”
“Franklin! For fucks sake bro that’s not why I’ve been actin’ so weird!”
“Then tell me, exactly, what the hell your problem is!”
Lamar’s mouth hung open, looking for what the fuck to say.
“Homie. It’s not like that. I’m seriously, seriously not fucking her. I’m… just-”
“What, Lamar?!”
“I think I’m in love.”
Shock covered Franklin’s face. Complete, utter shock. His face then twisted into a furious expression.
“Are you fuckin’ for real right now? You’re not fuckin’ my Aunt, you’re in love with her?! Fuck you man!”
“Wait, no that’s not what was I was implying-“
Franklin shot up from his seat, throwing his hands up.
“You’ve officially lost yo mind dog. You two enjoy each other. I’m fuckin’ out of here bro.”
“Franklin, wait-“
“No, no. I.. I need to go. I need to clear my mind or whatever the fuck, because I am just… unbelievably pissed right now.”
“But I’m not-“
“Save it, LD. I’ll… catch you later. Or something. Bye.”
Franklin walked back to his car, abandoning Lamar. Some how, this was worse than confessing to him. He felt sick to his stomach. How the hell was he gonna fix this mess? He remained seated, watching the water lap at the shore. He needed to fix this. And he knew, although he wish he didn’t have to, that’d he’d have to come clean. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship, and some how still did by just not blurting it out. Soon. Soon, after Franklin was ready to talk to him again. He prayed to a higher being, hoping desperately it’d all work out.
//end of pt 2!!!!! i’m sorry this is kinda angsty or whatever :( but i am gonna write a happy ending for this!! lamar deserves the world i love his character sm *sobs* (also sorry this part’s longer than the last one LMAO)
#grand theft auto 5#gta v#lamar davis#franklin clinton#franklin/lamar#angst#one sided pining#but don’t worry#it’s gonna work out#bc franklin’s hiding shit himself 👀#not gonna say anything#framar
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Rockabye
Genre: Angst, Drama, Fluff
Warnings: Swearing, TW Child Abuse, TW Neglect, TW Alcoholism, TW Drug Use
Bakugo x F Reader x Shinsou Poly
Masterlist
The Return of Rei Todoroki| The Return 2| The Return 3
The Return 2
Y/N parked her car, unclicked her seat belt, and opened the door stepping out into the cool night air. Pulling her jacket around her, she pulled her phone out to text Katsuki; simply informing him of her location. Sliding her phone back in her pocket, she pushed the key fob walking towards the cafe, her car beeping locked behind her. Peering through the window, she scanned her eyes around the building until she noticed a familiar head of dark midnight hair huddle in the corner. Wrenching the door open, she stepped in.
Sliding her jacket off, Y/N slide into the booth across from Nemuri. The woman in front of her hadn’t even bothered to acknowledge her presence, and that was fine. She was fine with waiting until Nemuri was ready to talk. For the next hour, the two women sat in complete silence.
*A/N: This section will be written out in manuscript conversation form*
Nemuri: Sighing softly, she spoke; “I think...I think I’m ready to talk about it.” she whispered, eyes trained on the table in front of her.
Y/N: “What exactly happened Nem?” she asked, tracing her fingers softly over Nemuri’s interlocked fingers.
Nemuri: “I had planned to leave work early, and surprise Enji. I left at noon; got my hair done...I even stopped at the store to buy his favorites to make him something nice for dinner...It had been a while since we had any one on one time.” she mumbled. Taking a sip of her coffee she continued on, “I knew he would be in the office, until at least 6. I called his secretary to confirm that he was in meetings and made my way over to his place.” her lips trembled now as the memories moved to the front of her eyelids. “When I got there, I was met with noises, which was odd; because I knew the maids were always gone by 1130 on thursdays...” she squeezed her fists tightly, knuckles turning white. “I made my way further into the house, only to hear a voice to the left of me...there was a woman draped across the couch...i-in nothing but Enji’s robe...the robe t-that I a-always...”
Unable to finish her sentence, Nemuri’s body shook as she sobbed finally, letting the emotions spill over. Y/N slid out of her seat and over to her side pulling her into a hug. Stroking her hair she cooed softly, as she let Nemuri cry out her frustrations.
Y/N: “What happened next Nem?” she murmured softly.
Nemuri: sniffling, she continued on, “She asked me who I was...and what I was doing in her husbands home. I told her that I was his girlfriend and that they had been divorced for years...She just...she laughed at me Y/N. She laughed in my face and told me, that I was a fool and that she and Enji had still been fucking around for years...years!” at this point, Nemuri’s sobbing had ceased, but her body still shook slightly. “I was so angry, becuase god could he really do something like that to me? After everything we’ve been through together?” she asked burying her face in Y/N’s hair.
Y/N: Next to her, Y/N’s mind was running through every possible scenario of how she was going to beat Rei’s ass. Still stroking Nemuri’s hair she asked softly, “What exactly did Enji tell you about Rei Nem?”
Nemuri: “ He didn’t go into much detail about her, jus that she wasn’t the best parent and they had stuck things out for the sake of the kids...at least until Sho turned 18.” she answered, dabbing her cheeks with the napkin in front of her. “Why? Is...Is there something I don’t know?” she asked.
Y/N: “There’s a lot of things you don’t know Nem, and it’s probably best if I tell you, but let me get it all out before you ask your questions.” Y/N murmured moving back to her side of the booth...tapping her fingers against the table she spoke. “ I grew up in an orphanage, and as shitty as it was; I got lucky when I won the scholarship to attend school at Shoto’s school...I met Shoto when I beat these kids up for making fun of his scar...That scar was the result of Rei pouring hot water over him because he looked too much like his father.” she murmured eyes cast down towards the table. “I didn’t really know the extent of Rei’s abuse before I met Shoto, but after meeting him and his siblings; I could see the signs...Growing up in an orphanage full of kids who no one wanted, you knew what to look out for; and you knew you had to protect yourself...The Todoroki kids didn’t know those kind of life lessons.”
Y/N: “The first time I stayed over, Shoto was a little worried, I’d never want to go back. At the time Enji, spent a lot of time at work...he didn’t know how to deal with what was going on at home; so Dabi was the one who took the brunt of the responsibility before I came along.” she said, waving her hand towards the waitress. Pointing at what she wanted to order she continued; “Everything had been fine when I got there, and I had gotten a long pretty well with the siblings...and then the door slammed open and a drunk Rei had come home...Shoto tried to apologize, but I had told him it was fine. I wanted to see what was happening, so I could better understand my new friend.” “She was so drunk, she didn’t even know I was there; but I watched as the good mood quickly disappeared. Natsuo had shrunken into a corner of the room, attempting to make himself practically invisible, and Dabi had made his way towards his mother ready to reign her in. Shoto stood in front of me, trying to hide me from her scrutunizing gaze, but her eyes were focused on Fuyumi.”
Nemuri sat across from Y/N, her fists clenched as she listened to Y/N tell her about Rei.
Y/N: “She poked at her slight rolls, and called her a pig. She tugged at her hair and told her it was a rats nest...she said awful things to her child with a voice full of absolute hatred.” she declared fist clenched and her knuckles white. “That was the first of many times I was bared witness to Rei Todoroki treating her kids like shit...I would come over and she would be drunk or strung out on whatever drug she had gotten her hands on that day...There wasn’t a lot I thought I could do, I didn’t want to lose my best friend or the siblings I had grown to love...When something bad happened, I just convinced Dabi that we should leave the house for the day. Enji would give us his credit card and we’d go and find something fun to do...One day when I was 11...I wasn’t able to come over, there was an adoption event at the orphanage and I didn’t have a choice but to go. I wish I had skipped it.” she mumbled. “Maybe if I had, then things would have been different...I went to school the next day, only to be met by the principle and Enji...there had been an accident at the house the night before and Dabi was in the hospital...I had been informed on the way there, that Rei had come home high on LSD and hallucinating. She thought Dabi was a burglar and had thrown the pan he was using to cook at him. He had been knocked unconscious when she knocked over cooking oil, resulting in the kitchen bursting into flames...Fuyumi and Natsuo had been at the library and Shoto was at anger management therapy...”
Nemuri gripped Y/N’s hands tightly as tears started streaming down her cheeks.
Y/N: “Rei...She ran out of the house in a panic, as the fire continued to spread throughout the house...she left her child behind...to die in that stupid fucking fire.” she whispered voice laced with hatred. “It was by some fucking miracle, that someone saw and called the fire department right away...Dabi ended up suffering severe burns all over his body; and was attached to a breathing tube for months...I don’t think I’d ever been as angry as I was when Rei showed up to his hospital room, sober and unassuming as to how her son ended up there.”...
Y/N: “It took Enji and three security officers to get me off of her. I couldn’t tell you how it happened, but I couldn’t see anything clearly but Dabi’s bandaged body and the woman responsible for it.”
Nemuri: “Jesus, Y/N... that’s so awful!” she whispered, hands over her mouth; shock adorning her features.
Y/N: “Yeah well, not a lot could be done. As Enji’s wife she was entitled to half his shit...and her family had tons of money before the marriage...Enji only stayed on because the agreement said she’d get everything if he left her before the last child turned 18...she never even wanted kids...she just had them to trap Enji.” she murmured, taking a bite form the food set in front of her. “After the hospital, Rei made her dislike for me known strongly, but she didn’t abuse her kids anymore on the days I was around; which I tried really hard to do daily; but some things couldn’t be helped.”
Nemuri: “So what happened after that?”
Y/N: “For the next 7 years I looked after the Todoroki’s as best as I could. I convinced them to find things to do that would keep them out of the house, and I helped Enji learn how to talk to his kids...I suggested they attend family therapy without Rei...she was hardly ever home after a long discussion with Enji resulting in a tentative agreement that she would get whatever she wanted so long as she stayed away from them...and she had agreed. The older I got, the stronger I got and we had our run-ins from time to time. When I was 16 she found out Fuyumi was a lesbian and before she could go in on her for being an “abomination” I had her by the hair and out the door. I was bigger than I was at 11, so it hurt more...Rei made sure she and I were never in the same vicinity together so she could attempt to torture her children in peace; but I always found out.” “She would rat me out to the orphanage, but at that point they didn’t care what I did. I had my own job, I paid for my own things...I hardly even lived there anymore...”
Nemuri: “They must have gotten the divorce right?” she asked fingers playing with the thread of her jacket sleeve, remembering how she had met Enji a few days after Shoto’s 19th birthday, 6 years before.
Y/N: She nodded her head, “Enji had the papers drawn up and ready to push through the day Shoto turned 18...Rei must have forgotten her agreement, because she was absolutely livid; but it didn’t matter...with the threat of legal action and physical violence she signed them and she’s been gone ever since.”
Nemuri: “Then what the fuck is she doing here now? Six years later?” she hissed, fists clenched, anger for the Todoroki’s and anger for Y/N present. “How could she do something like that to her kids? How could you take on that kind of burden Y/N?”
Y/N: “The Todoroki’s are the only family I have Nem...and I would do absolutely anything for them. Anything at all...Without hesitation I would do anything for them, and in that moment they needed me. They were also there for me...when I was 17 and pregnant and I needed them. She came back, because she must have heard that Enji had plans to make YOU the next Mrs. Todoroki and wanted to scare you off, but I’m not going to let that happen.” she murmured waving down the waitress. “I’m gonna pay this check, and we’re gonna take you home.”
Nemuri: “He was going to propose to me?” she asked. Y/N nodded as she put the money on the table. “Take me with you...If you’re going to Enji’s I want to be there...to see how you handle things.” she whispered. Nodding again, Y/N stood up. “Let’s go then, Shouta and Hizashi are already there; but I doubt they’ve been much help in calming Enji down.” Y/N muttered, putting her jacket on and making her way out of the cafe.
-The Todoroki siblings had a pretty harsh life before Y/N. But as she said; they were family and she’d do anything for her family.
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THANKS FOR ANSWERING MY PROMT I LOVE IT CAN'T WAIT FOR PART 2!!
The Biggest Idiot of All Idiots: A Miya twins sickfic (Part 2)
Characters: sick Atsumu, caretakers Osamu & Mama Miya (lol)
Word Count: 2,418
Warnings: swearing, vomiting, and Miya-family fluff
Part 1
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I’M SO EXCITED THAT YOU LIKED IT!! YAY!
I’m back with Part 2 a lot sooner than expected. So yay me. I did this instead of working. Oops.
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Osamu was lulled into a sense of false security.
Atsumu slept for over an hour. With how out of it and overheated Atsumu was earlier, it was no surprise that he zonked the minute his head hit the pillow.
So Osamu thought, maybe there was no other shoe. Maybe his twinstincts were wrong this time. He even felt good enough about this deduction that he told his mom to stay out and finish her errands. That he had things under control.
It only took another twenty minutes for him to fully regret that decision.
The video game he was playing, mindless though it was, kept him distracted from the fast devolving situation on the top bunk right above him. It wasn’t until Tsumu called his name weakly that he registered that the whimpering he’d been hearing for the last 20 minutes was his brother and not the video game.
“Samu,” Atsumu wheezed. The sound of his ragged breaths dropped a small rock of worry into Osamu’s stomach, but he tried to remain calm; to ignore his gut. Maybe if he did, things would be fine. He didn’t need to blow things out of proportion when it came to Atsumu, the self-titled Biggest Drama Queen.
“What?” He called, continuing his game.
“Too...too loud,” Atsumu moaned.
“The volume is barely loud enough for me to hear. Don’t be so dramatic,” Osamu replied.
“No…” his voice shook, “it’s pound-pounding.”
Osamu rolled his eyes, but turned the volume down nonetheless.
“Anything else, Princess?”
“Hot...s’hot… les go go insi-inside,” Atsumu whimpered. At that, Osamu immediately went on high alert. They were inside, had been inside for a couple hours now. He should know that.
In one swift movement, he paused his game and hopped onto his bed to check on Atsumu. The rock of anxiety quickly turned into a boulder at his twin’s appearance.
Atsumu was panting, his breaths shallow, and his face was an almost ashen grey color, save for the red flush spread across his cheeks. He was curled into a tight ball, his arms wrapped around his stomach protectively. Worse than anything else, the unmasked pain that was etched into every inch of his face made Osamu grab at his own stomach, suddenly very sick with worry.
“Tsumu,” he said gently, because Atsumu was dramatic, yes, but those theatrical tendencies stemmed from an obscene amount of anxiety that he shoved deep into the locked safe of his mind. Calm, soothing, gentle, those were the things Osamu needed to be right now.
“Hey, Tsumu, look at me,” he demanded as softly as possible. He reached for Atsumu and put a hand on his cheek. Atsumu winced away, but not quickly enough for Osamu to miss the heat radiating off of him. He cursed under his breath.
“Samu, wanna go inside,” Atsumu nearly slurred. Osamu bit his lip. Slurring was absolutely no good.
“We are inside, Tsumu,” he tried, putting a comforting hand on Atsumu’s quivering shoulders.
“‘S too hot,” came the reply. Osamu jumped off his bed and crossed the room to turn on the ceiling fan.
“Can ya tell me what else is wrong?” Osamu asked when he got back to Atsumu’s side. He ran his hand through Atsumu’s hair like their mom did. Like he did when they were kids.
Atsumu shook his head, “I feel ba-bad.”
In that moment, all Osamu could see was his stupid, sniveling little brother upset and in need of consoling because some jackasses on their elementary volleyball team called him mean names. The trembling, crying, whining teenager before him resembled nothing more than that little kid who hadn’t learned how to ignore other people’s opinions yet. It brought every ounce of protectiveness that Osamu held for his brother flooding forward with full force.
“Okay, alright. Hey, it’s fine, Tsumu. ‘M gonna help ya. Just hold on,” Osamu got off his bed and grabbed his phone. He needed to get his mom home to help. He also needed to bring down Atsumu’s fever. His brain told him he needed to get the sweatshirt off his brother and try and get him into a cool bath.
As he climbed the ladder to get to Atsumu on the top bunk, he called his mom.
“Hey, sweetie! What’s u—“
“Ma, come home now,” Osamu interrupted, trying to convey the urgency of the situation quickly.
“Osamu? What’s wrong? Is yer brother o—“
“No, Ma. No. He’s got a wicked fever and he’s hurtin’ but I don’t know why. I can’t help him because I don’t know why. I don’t know what’s hurtin’ him,'' Osamu reeled. Talking to his mom, he noticed, for the first time, the knot in his throat and the burning of tears behind his eyes.
“Okay. Calm down, Samu. I’ll be home as quickly as I can. In the meantime, just keep him calm and cool, alright?”
Osamu nodded, took a centering breath and squeezed himself between Atsumu’s back and the wall.
“Alright. Okay. See you soon.” He hung up and turned his attention back to his brother. The warmth coming off of him was palpable. He steeled himself and put a hand on Atsumu’s arm.
“Tsumu, I’m gonna pull ya upright, okay? Gotta get this sweatshirt offa ya,” he said as steadily as he could. Atsumu only whined in response.
He took that as a go ahead though and gently eased Atsumu into a seated position. As soon as he was upright and before Osamu could even blink, Atsumu’s stomach gurgled, his cheeks puffed out and he forcefully vomited all over his bed.
(Osamu thanked every god ever that he sat adjacent to Atsumu, and not in front of him.)
“Shit, Atsumu!” He exclaimed. If Atsumu heard it, he didn’t register it. He only heaved again, wheezing and hacking. Sympathy pains rattled Osamu’s chest at the sight and his stomach turned over itself.
“Sam—“ Atsumu tried, grasping at his brother’s arm frantically. He was cut off by another mouthful of green puke exiting his mouth violently. Osamu grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed.
“It’s alright, Tsumu, it’s okay. You didn’t mean to. Just get it up, okay? I’m here,” he soothed. The hand not holding Atsumu’s found his twin’s sweaty, shivering back and rubbed calmly between his shoulder blades.
Atsumu gagged again, his whole body shuddering and Osamu’s face contorted in sympathy.
“Fuck, Tsumu. How’d you get so sick so quick?”
Atsumu belched wetly in response. Nothing more came up, thankfully. His head hung limply over his lap, which was unfortunately covered in puke, and he panted, catching his breath.
Osamu let him calm down for a minute or two and surveyed the mess in front of him. Almost the entirety of the top bunk was covered in vomit and there was absolutely no way that Osamu could get his brother off the bed without dragging him through the mess. Not even he was that cruel.
Atsumu whimpered and Osamu returned his attention to him.
“Samu, ‘m sorry, I didn-- it jus--,” he cut himself off with a whimper. Osamu heard that subtle crack in his twin’s voice that signaled a bigger break down on the way. He needed to prevent that meltdown, or it would just make things worse.
“Hey, no it’s fine,” Osamu reassured, “Obviously it wasn’t on purpose, ya idiot. Don’t cry or it’ll make things worse.” He hugged Atsumu, trying hard to ignore the vomit that was inevitably going to get all over his shirt.
Atsumu shook his head and whined again.
“Tsumu, really. It’s alright, okay. ‘S not even that bad.” Atsumu inhaled shakily, whimpered as he did so. This wasn’t working.
“For real. ‘Member that time I puked all over the living room? We were watchin’ a movie with the team and I was already sick, but insisted that I wasn’t? Then I got squeamish durin’ the gorry part and threw up everywhere. You and Kita-san had to drag me to the bathroom. That was way worse than this,” he offered, cringing at the memory. Maybe his own embarrassment would lessen Atsumu’s.
“Here, it’s just me and I already know yer a disgustin’ piece of crap. This ain’t gonna change my opinion at all,” he finished. Thankfully, Atsumu chuckled a little and Osamu knew that he was in the clear. At least for now.
He pulled his brother away from his chest and used the bottom of his already ruined shirt to wipe off his face.
“Got quite the fever, there, Tsumu,” he sighed.
“I really don’t fee-feel good…” Atsumu muttered, breathless and hoarse.
“No shit, idiot.” Atsumu only frowned deeper in response.
“I need ya to sit here for just a sec, okay? Just gotta get these nasty ass sheets off the bed and then I’ll help ya down. You should take a cool bath to get yer temp down.” Osamu carefully gathered the blanket and took it down the ladder. He grabbed the trash can in the corner of the room and handed it up to Atsumu before taking the soiled material to the guest bathroom where he plopped it in the bathtub with a sickening splat.
Before he went back into his room to face his sick brother, Osamu took a second to collect himself. He dropped down to his knees, holding onto the bathroom sink for stability and inhaled slowly.
Atsumu was really sick. It wasn’t a usual occurrence (usually it was Osamu who got hit first; Atsumu cared too much about missing volleyball and was a borderline germaphone because of it) but it’s not like it’s never happened before. It was just so…shocking. Osamu needed to find some sense of grounding and push aside his worry for a little to be more effective at helping his brother until their mom got home.
When he felt calmer, he went back to their room, only to find Atsumu heaving into the trash can.
“Tsumu…” Osamu frowned.
“Samu,” Atsumu cried, “I feel-feel so bad. I just want to-want to sleep.”
“I know,” Osamu said, crawling back onto the top bunk. He rubbed Atsumu’s back again and waited for the spell to pass.
“Let’s get ya cleaned up, okay?”
It wasn’t a fun process and Osamu would have punched Atsumu more than once if he wasn’t so sick, but eventually and after much struggle, Osamu got himself and Atsumu cleaned up. At some point, their mom got home and started gathering all the necessities for the Certified Atsumu-is-a-Whiny- Baby-When-He’s-Sick package in their room (it included the latest manga, his baby blanket, those nasty green sports drinks, and a few other things that the Princess desired).
Osamu sat in the bathroom with Atsumu while he cooled down in the bathtub, though his twin told him he could leave. He made up some excuse about making sure that he didnt drown and sat against the wall of the bathroom.
With the curtain shut and Atsumu currently calm and not puking, Osamu allowed himself to relax for a bit. He didn’t realize how much tension he held in his shoulders and jaw until then and slowly loosened everything up. He scoffed at himself. Atsumu was the only person in the world that could make Osamu that tense with worry and yet still pissed him off to the point that he was practically begging to get punched in the face.
About half an hour later, Miya-san and Osamu settled Atsumu into the bottom bunk (“no freakin’ chance you can sleep in yer own bed, Tsumu. We ain’t cleaning up the top bunk again”). A thermometer hung out of his mouth limply while he pouted.
Even before the thermometer beeped, Osamu could tell his fever was lower. Not gone, but at least lower than before. It settled more of the tightness in his shoulders.
“No volleyball fer ya fer a few days, Tsumu,” Miya-san declared after she checked the thermometer.
“Figured as much,” Atsumu huffed. He was putting on a tough bravado, but Osamu didn’t miss how he was already half-asleep again.
“Gee, thanks Tsumu. Now I’m gonna have to play setter and wing--” Their mom cut Osamu off with a hearty guffaw.
“As if yer goin’ to practice, Samu. You think yer safe from this? If I have learned anythin’ about bein’ the parent of two boys as close as you two, it’s that when one goes down, the other goes down right after him.”
“What the hell are you talkin’ about? I hate this guy.”
“Mhm, sure. I’ll go ahead and call yer coach. Good thing it’s summer break and ya don’t have classes!” Miya-san said smugly as she left the room.
Osamu glared at Atsumu who only smirked tiredly back. A second later, he closed his eyes and groaned, squirming around in bed.
“You okay?” Osamu asked before he could stop himself. Atsumu smiled lazily and peered up at his brother.
“Yeah. Thanks, Samu. Fer bein’ my brain and catchin’ this before I did.” Osamu blinked at him. If he wasn’t an asshole himself, he would smile and say it was no big deal.
But they were twins after all, and so Osamu was indeed just as big of an asshole as Atsumu.
“Ya better be,” he scoffed. Atsumu opened his mouth to protest, but closed his eyes suddenly.
“Tsumu?”
“Just got dizzy. It’s fine.” He exhaled and opened his eyes again. They were still hazy and half-lidded with fever.
“Just go to sleep, dumbass,” Osamu muttered and sat on the bed by Atsumu’s ribs. He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, just like he did when they were kids. Even if Atsumu no longer looked like that tragic, pathetic child, a part of Osamu would always feel the need to shield his brother from the harsh world. Deep down, he hoped Atsumu felt the same way.
(Sometime later, their mom walked in the room to find her two sons sound asleep together on the bottom bunk. Osamu lay across Atsumu’s middle, one arm stretched by his face and the other stretched towards Atsumu’s hair. She laughed to herself at the fact that, no matter how old they got, they always seemed to fall asleep in this exact position if they were near each other.
The next day, Osamu cursed out Atsumu as he threw up in the bathtub. Atsumu swore at him from his position over the toilet. Their mother secretly delighted in getting to take care of her baby boys again and brought them their blue and green sports drinks.)
#haikyuu sickfic#sick atsumu#caretaker Osamu#caretaker mama miya#tw vomit#miya astumu#miya osamu#haikyuu
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Ah I loved the overheard confession one! Will it be possible to make part 2 with them confessing? I mean if any of them would confess ofc. Thanks!
uwaa I’m really happy you enjoyed the first one, hope you also like this one <33
wait I edited the tsumugi one cause an anon let me know that I accidentally called him tsuzuru
Hyodo Juza
Juza’s mouth ran dry, his grip tightened on the script he wrote for confessing to you-well, he did have some help from Muku and Kumon- but still, despite already knowing his lines, he couldn’t help to get nervous. He’s going to confess to his crush. Yes, he heard them admit their feelings for him weeks before but it doesn’t really reassure him. Not when so much negative thoughts keep on running through his mind
Finally he caught glimpse of your figure walking towards his figure and immediately he fixed his posture
“Ju-Juza?” You asked out of surprise, not expecting Juza to be the one waiting for you in the park. You were beyond happy but still, Juza was the last person you could think of that would call you out suddenly
“So...um....why did you call me out?” You internally cringed at your awkwardness, it wasn’t everyday that you acted like this but you were in front of your crush, even if you wanted to show him your cool side, it’s pretty impossible
“Oh...uh...” Juza fumbled with his words as he tried to remember what he had memorized the previous days, “I called ya out here cause...cause’ I wanna tell ya that...”
You listened to him patiently, but at the back of your mind you were gigging at how adorable Juza looked with red cheeks while he fumbled with his words. It really contrasts his image as that delinquent image everybody believes him to be
“I...I’ve liked ya for a long time already.” He suddenly bowed at you, “Please accept my feelings!” You flinched at the sudden rise of volume of his voice
Upon seeing you flinch Juza’s eyes casted downwards, he was worried he scared you, scared you enough to make you lose feelings for him
“Please stand up properly Juza,” You told him and took a deep breath, “Wow I actually feel the pressure.” You laughed and finally smiled at Juza, “To be honest I was planning on confessing to you but I guess you beat me to it.” You beamed at Juza’s surprise face
“Then would’ya go to this uh...” He trailed off and handed you a flyer, “New cafe downtown with me... heard they have good sweets there.”
Your eyes traveled from the paper and back up at Juza who was still red, “Yeah let’s go!” You agreed enthusiastically, “We’ll call it a date.” You grinned up at him and Juza found himself returning the gesture
Minagi Tsuzuru
Tsuzuru took a deep breath as he watched you finally read the letter he left in your locker. He asked Omi and Juza to go back home without him so he could finally talk to you about his feelings which he hoped you still returned even though he took such a long time in coming up with a way to confess to you
He liked to believe he was ready, he got the letter down, he knew what he had to say and already replayed it in his mind for so many times already yet there was something that continues to mess up with him
His nerves
He’s been an actor for a year so one would have expected him to gain confidence about dealing with this kind of things. But no, the nerves did not leave and it was almost worse than his first time up on the stage
“Um...Tsuzuru?” You tapped his back making him take a double take from where you were previously and where you were now, which was in front of him
He wanted to slap his forehead for uncharacteristically spacing out at such an important time and missing his chance on being the one to call you out instead of it being the latter
“Um...so I read the letter!” You held up the paper with a smile, trying to ease the awkward air around the two of you
“So..how was it?” He asked, trying to sound calm
“I-nobody has ever said this things about me,” You said in awe as you remembered about the contents of the letter and how Tsuzuru seemed to make all the flaws you think you had look attractive, “And I um- I really really like you too Tsuzuru.” You finally blurted out
“It might not seem so but I’ve liked you for a long time.” You could feel your cheeks burning as you stared at Tsuzuru who had the same expression as you
Flustered beyond comprehension
“If that’s the case.” Tsuzuru cleared his throat, “Would you like to go out with me?” He finally asked the question and he hoped it came out like how he imagined it to
“It would be my pleasure.” You smiled at him
‘Finally’, Tsuzuru thought as his shoulders started to relax, “Then I’ll pick you up on Friday.”
Tsukioka Tsumugi
Tsumugi tried to focus on the books in front of him but his mind continues to wander towards your phone call earlier. Despite the number of times he rereads the words printed on the paper, your voice admitting your feelings for him keeps on coming back inside his head
“Hey Tsumu, you okay?” You asked as you sat in front of him making Tsumugi drop his book and bring his gaze towards you
“Me? Yeah I am.” He smiled at you to show you he was alright but you just raised your eyebrows at him
“Yeah....you’re lying aren’t you?” You leaned towards him, “Don’t bother Tsumu I’ve known you for enough time to be able to tell when you’re telling the truth or not.” You moved your index finger side to side, a motion to show him you don’t approve of his lying
“Now, tell your dear friend what’s wrong~” You sang out and placed your hand on your palm which was on top of the table, “I’m not Tasuku but you can trust me.”
Tsumugi weighted out everything, he figured you most likely didn’t know that he heard about the conversation you had with your friend so you would probably feel embarrassed
But at the same time, he just can’t let the chance go. It’s not like he gets the chance to ask you out everyday so he wants to take his chance
Finally making his decision, Tsumugi took a deep breath
“Remember earlier when you were talking with your friend?”
“Oh the phone call? What about it?”
“Well I was actually there..”
You hummed to let him know you were listening
“And heard you saying you liked me.”
Suddenly there was a thud as you lost support, causing your face to fall on the table
“Crap that hurts,” You hissed and remembered Tsumugi’s presence in front of you and the problem you had
“You listened to our conversation?!”
Tsumugi laughed nervously, he was worried that you might have gotten hurt from that sudden fall but it seemed like you were alright, “I just accidentally heard it, no need to worry.”
“How can I not?” You asked indignantly, “My crush just basically told me he heard me admitting that I like him!”
Tsumugi couldn’t help but chuckle at you, he was sure you two were making too much noise inside the public library and was most likely disturbing people who was near your table
“I mean...will you want to go out with me?” Tsumugi asked, surprisingly calm
“If you want to I wouldn’t really mind,” You mumbled, already feeling like you were shrinking from embarrassment but soon you found yourself shaking from excitement
“Wait,” You breathed out as Tsumugi hummed, staring at you curiously, “I just want to confirm, we’re going out like a date? It wasn’t just my imagination, right?” You could feel your hands shaking and you hoped your voice remained normal
Tsumugi laughed softly but you noticed how his ears turned red and it made you feel relieved knowing you aren’t the only one who’s flustered, “Yeah, is there anywhere you want to go to?”
Takato Tasuku
You and Tasuku were on the way back home, but you could tell Tasuku was out of it, after he gave you the drink from the vending machine he was really quiet. There isn’t really anything different about that but Tasuku always answers you when you ask him question but now, you weren’t even sure he was hearing you
As he ran, Tasuku’s mind kept on thinking about your words, it wasn’t a confession. No, he knew that very well. But he was thinking why you couldn’t just admit your feelings for him upfront, not only that but he was wondering if he should go with asking you out or waiting for you to do it
“...U...”
“...Suku...”
“Tasuku!” Tasuku snapped back into reality once he turned around to see you a few distance away from him and breathing heavily
“I was asking you earlier if we could take a breather for a few minutes but you just jogged faster.” You said, still panting while Tasuku sighed at himself for getting lost in his thoughts and forgetting about you
“Sorry, I got lost in thought,” He apologized as he walked towards you
“No problem but really, what were you thinking that you seem like you were lost in your own world.” You frowned at the sight of Tasuku uncharacteristically blushing
Finally Tasuku heaved a deep sigh, “I heard about earlier,”
“What about earlier?”
“Do I have to really say it?”
“Well I wouldn’t know about it if you didn’t.”
“I heard you say ‘the things you do for the person you like’ o-or something along those lines,” Once again it was uncharacteristic for Tasuku to suddenly stammer between his sentence and it’s also very uncharacteristic to see him look so adorable while he tried to look like his usual composed self
You groaned, “I can’t believe it got out just like that.” You frowned, “But I do Tasuku, surprisingly enough you’re the one that I ended up having feelings for out of everyone in your troupe.”
Tasuku felt like there was something wrong with your sentence, especially the last part, it sounded like you were still wondering why out of all the people in Mankai, he was the one you liked
“You make it sound as if having feelings for me is a bad thing.”
“It isn’t,” You reassured him, “The thing is, you don’t notice it when I’m so obvious,” You scowled at all your attempts of letting him know about your feelings, you were sure everybody in Mankai knew about it too
Tasuku didn’t have anything to say about that
“If that’s the case, then let’s go out.”
“What?!” You asked in surprise, “Tasuku this isn’t some kind of joke...well it’s not like you’re one to joke but still!”
“I meant it,” He scowled, seriously as time passes he was starting to believe about your feelings for him wasn’t true
“But if you don’t-”
“I-” He coughed and looked away, “I guess I like you too.”
You could feel the smile breaking onto your face, “Really?”
“I told you already, didn’t I?” He sighed
You chuckled, “If you’re really interested then we should go on a date, there’s a play coming up.”
Upon hearing the word play leave your mouth, Tasuku returned his attention back to you, “A play? Where?”
You chuckled, at the end of the day Tasuku’s still Tasuku, the actor junkie and the one who gets too into his roles
With that thought in mind, you told him about the details of the play that was coming up
“I’ll get tickets for both of us.” He said and returned his attention back on the pavement, “But we should continue running and go home.” He turned to you, “Ready to leave?”
You hummed, “Just make sure to look at where you’re going and not bump into things.” You teased and snickered at Tasuku’s offended face
#act! addict! actors!#act addict actors#a3#a3! actor training game#juza hyodo#tsuzuru minagi#tsumugi tsukioka#tasuku takato#harugumi#akigumi#fuyugumi
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hi I’m spooky welcome to my age regression blog! est nov 2020🐻 🌈 plz read my about below 🧇
intro 🧸
about my big self: real age is 21! as my big self im a boy. im still figuring out my name but thinking of artie! im bi, im an artist, im mixed white n latino! i live in the us
about my little self: my little age is somewhere from four to seven? idk I don’t rlly know what kids of different ages are like, i don’t hang out with them very much - i might not match a specific age milestone wise, specially cuz im autistic. i don’t feel as gendery when I’m regressed so they/them or he/him pronouns are good! i go by spooky or frog here but u can jus call me nicknames too :)
about my regression: regressing is something i do, or try to do, consciously, rather than an innate reaction. it’s a therapeutic technique for me. trying to vibe with the idea that it’s never too late to have a good childhood. mental health is pretty frequently shaky n regressing relaxes me and makes me happy! ill probably reblog aesthetic and positivity here and make some of my own moodboards and outfits and stuff and maybe art and activity sheets! activity likely to be irregular cuz i don’t have a very good memory and hyperfixations jump around a lot
about my brain: im autistic! i also have adhd! i got some trauma but i won’t talk about it here cuz this just Isn’t that space
community stuff: im not 100% sure of what the community rules are so im probably kinda noncom but i’ll tag with agere i spose. i post no ns/fw interaction or content or cg//I of any kind. edit: ill tag with cgre, nsre, csre too since these communities look like they’re safe and open! also i might be more age dreaming than age regressing but idk i do my best \_(ツ)_/
dni please: anti-regression/agedre (obviously), interaction from kink/nsfw blog, lgbt+phobic, pr0-4 or th1nsp(!), pro-a$, prom4p
other: im also a selfshipper and i’ll probably make agereg content of my f/o’s cuz i like relating to them, when i’m regressed i just think of them as my friends :) my f/o list is super obscure and distinct so if u recognize me from it shhhh no u don’t please
petre: i think petre sounds really fun and pet regressors are super cool people and automatically my friends, i haven’t tried it but i might cuz seem relaxing and freeing in a way
REG’d Info:
favorite foods 🧇
goldfish crackers, pbj, corn dog, soup, pretzels, peanut butter, brownies, cookies, ice cream, pizza, noodles, lofthouse cookies, appy slices, pancakes, waffles, granola bars, gogirt, cinnamon roll, peas, mnms
favorite things to do 🖍
activity sheets, drawing, coloring, watching tv and movies
favorite colors 🌈
blue, yellow, green, pink, purple
favorite vibes 🥞
cozy/yellow/honey/breakfast, halloween, elementary school, wonderland/tea parties/forests/mushrooms/whimsy, bedtime, winter, cookies and desserts, bright rainbows and colorful kids tv programming, nature and animals
favorite plushies 🦀
a pink pickles the frog, a turtle, a crab, a pink cuttlefish, a lamb
favorite animals 🐢
turtles, frogs, monkeys, bears, rats, bats, leeches, bunnies, cats, dogs, horseshoe crab, possums, toads
regression wishlist 👕
more boyish clothes! maybe some t shirts with animals on the front and stuff and some like big shorts. zoopals! and a pillow pet. oh and some coloring books! and maybe one of those subscriptions where they send you mysteries to solve :)
favorite kids’ characters 🧚
alice from Alice in wonderland, Winnie the Pooh, tigger, piglet, owl, eeyeore, pickles the frog, sumikko gurashi, curious George, Care Bears, Dora, Diego, snoopy, Calvin and Hobbes, Scooby doo and mystery inc, classic universal monsters, Pillow Featherbed, Crumbs Sugar Cookie, Spot Splatter Splash, Dollop Light N Fluffy, Toasty Sweet Fluff, Toffee Cocoa Cuddles, neopets, magic school bus, Oscar the grouch, Grover, count von count, some Disney, Kim possible, bedtime bear
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abernathy is a small town, surely you’ve met AGATHA KLEIN ; they can be a little IRREVERENT & OPPORTUNISTIC but have no fear , the TWENTY SEVEN year old definitely makes up for it by being IMPISH & SENSITIVE . most of the time anyway . they’re usually seen around KLEIN & ASSOCIATES, LLC , as a CRIMINAL DEFENSE ATTORNEY . you know, i hear they’re affiliated with the local mc, iron kings as an ATTORNEY . they’ve got this vibe of A HEART GROWN RAVENOUS, A CYANIDE CENTER ENCAPSULATED BY SACCHARINE FRUIT, AND A SOUL IN THE FORM OF A SCRIBBLE WITH FANGS going on , makes them easily recognizable.
loosely inspired by jennifer check (jennifer's body), wendy byrde (ozark), ginger fitzgerald (ginger snaps), elizabeth sloane (miss sloane), john silver (black sails), & BBHMM.
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hey, friends. i’m devin (or dev) & very tickled to be here. agatha’s a combination of two of my favorite muses, and i can only hope that you’ll love her as much as i do. 🤎
"𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒. 𝐍𝐎. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓."
agatha’s story isn’t one that she likes to tell anymore. she feels it’s useless: to be defined by the actions of others, to attempt to battle the preconceived notions that run rampant regardless of what one says or does. she doesn’t want to beg for understanding anymore, or to claw her way from beneath the filth she’s made of her life. all that most know is all that she can bear to have known. the rest? it’s confetti; a meager concession in a game of chess. if you know her, is that a fact or a weapon to be used against her?
when it comes to the stories that can be told, however.. perhaps the most important is background. agatha’s an abernathy native: raised in grandiose park, flew the coop for college, only to settle back down in bordeaux apartments. klein & associates, llc. has been in her family for generations, each forefather serving increasingly questionable clients. agatha’s life, like that of many kleins before her, was already planned before she’d ever even been a thought in her parents’ minds. under her mother’s rule, there wasn’t any room for straying from that path. agatha would be smart; she would be clean; and she would be, without fail, someone. in other words, she would be her perfect replica. imagine the disappointment when agatha was anything but.
agatha’s childhood can be summed up by three things: a door slammed shut in her face, an ear-piercing howl, and the chronic longing to go home — wherever that was. it’s another thing she doesn’t talk about, another thing she tries not to think about. those three things have followed her into adulthood, but they’ve taken different forms now. no longer is agatha a child screaming her throat raw — no; now, she cries out in other more productive ways. if you were to ask her, she’d tell you that she’s a woman grown; the past is behind her, buried in the sand where it belongs. the truth is trickier, less absolute. agatha is a child in the form of a woman; forever in the midst of a metamorphosis, unsure if for better or worse. she lacks foresight & lives largely in the now. she can’t imagine a future for herself and her choices in life reflect that.
agatha succeeds because she’s pretty, powerful, and convincing. wherever she falls short, her father is sure to more than make up for it. it’s amazing what people will do for the right price, and when they want to keep certain secrets from ever seeing the light. nepotism & immense privilege have done wonders for her, but she does.. actually work hard, too. she has an incredible memory & is really good at digging for more information & making her case. if she tells you that she’s going to do something, then she’s going to do it right no matter what. she’s dogged in that way, blinded to the outside world by her stubbornness. she works long hours & values her career above all else. she thinks it’s the only sure thing she has & views it as the one stable, secure thing in her life.
agatha is lonely to the point of defect. she lacks a sense of security in her life, which is why she’s so career-focused. she genuinely thinks that the only person ever looking out for her is her dad. she becomes very predictable once you realize that she will always pick the winning team; that she will forever follow the money; and that she is always going to make the decision that most benefits her. that isn’t to say that she doesn’t have any friends omg, but.. she doesn’t really trust easily. if she trusts you and considers you near and dear to her heart, then she’ll choose you. but until she has that reassurance? you’re on your own, bro.
but like.. you literally would not know that unless you got burned by her. agatha is really good at listening and really good at playing parts for people. the thing with having no story is that she’s free to create her own. if you need a hero, she can be that. if you need a villain, she can definitely be that. she’s eerily good at getting chummy enough to make people think she’s close, only for them to realize.. they don’t actually know anything real about her? fun stuff.
i think.. her entire life is a vie for power while also wanting to let go of that desire while also being afraid of what might happen if she were to let go of that desire. she’s not tht bad. she can play decent, be a guy’s guy. and she does come off tht way. it’s jus.. underneath there’s tht like .. tht rot tht she can’t scrub away. n it rears its ugly little head smtimes. but. :^) she can be cool n shoot the shit u kno.. heheh.
anyway.. lighter stuff<3 puts the gaslight and gatekeep in girlboss. talks just like her daddy, except for when she’s in the courtroom. egocentric without ever meaning to be. (spoiler: it’s a smoke screen.) she can, must, and will find a way to twist your words into something she can make sense of. believes in mixed drink supremacy. will absolutely smoke all of your weed + play dumb about hogging the blunt. plays dumb a lot actually, until it’s time to be smart. she’s touchy-feely, but freezes up whenever someone touches her. stares — a lot. can’t ever be the person to pick you up after a rough night out, because she’s likely there with you egging you on to do one more shot. every event is a tits out event / she has to be the most overdressed person in the convenience store at all times. can, must, and will be your unsolicited sugar momma. YOU SPIL-DBFDHFDJHBF LIPSTICK IN MY VALENTINO WHITE BAG? energy. thinks everything is a competition because it is. if she loved you once then she loves you forever. thinks going 20 over the speed limit isn’t speeding, actually. a bit of an emotional anarchist. can’t actually take what she’ll dish out. teases u if she likes u. teases u if she doesn’t like u. doesn’t care abt the feud as long as she’s gettin’ tht shmoney. big fan of an emotional sucker punch.
"𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋."
+ below are some ideas open to any & all muses no matter the age, gender, affiliation, etc !
i’ve left how she got involved with the mc totally absent from this intro bc i was hoping to plot it out! i’d love it if someone wanted to be her “in”. could be they were a childhood friend in need of help, a client she got close to, jus smth tht happened by chance.. whtever we come up with works! <3
if anyone needs an evil ex gf .. She’s Here. she will lie, cheat, scam, trash yr car, empty yr bank account.. whtvr you need, baybee<3
conversely.. not-so-evil ex gf? agatha can be nice & caring without there being a catch sometimes. maybe they still talk. maybe they’re friends. u tell me.
fwb / ex fwb? she do be sending them ‘u up?’ texts.
someone tht agatha only got close to bc she wanted them to testify/be a character witness in court oopz<3
omg actual friends pls.. ppl tht Know her. tht See her. ppl tht she cares abt n would actually do anything for. friends!!!!!!!!!!!!
agatha has “get off my lawn” energy so i think it would be very funnie if someone needed a place to crash n she let them stay at hers thinking it was temporary n then they jus.. did not leave. n she’s like 🤨 hello?
an almost smth? anything weird n awkward n unspoken tht maybe fizzled out or maybe still lingers under the surface?
agatha doesn’t have a budding drinking problem but if she does no she doesn’t but if she does then<3 drinking buddy? someone that she’s gotten into questionable shenanigans with? poor bartender tht has to deal w her trying to “help” them as she waits for her uber to come? the possibilities are endless.
agatha’s all bark n very little bite but i still think it’d be funnie if she had a hateship. jus putting tht out there<3
if yr muse wnts an ego boost via unrequited crush.. lmk. i’m willing to hulk smash all of agatha’s dignity jus for u.
omggg a dealer? >.> who said tht omg #hacked..
on n off again thingz? lorde wrote tht "i am my mother's child i'll love you til my breathing stops / i'll love you till you call the cops on me" line abt her</3
budding friendships!!!!!!! ppl tht she goes to pilates or yoga with; people she gets brunch with; ppl she keeps running into n its like heeey u :); little platonic crushes jus . all of the cute platonic thingz tht make her go wtf is this 🤨.
i mean.. if anyone wants a sugar momma.. I MEANNN..
college friends!! law school friends!! ppl she met over the summer while interning somewhere!! i left tht purposely vague, hint-hint.
tinder dates gone wrong. ghosted tinder dates. tinder thingz.
agatha’s been attending galas / banquets / office partiez for ages now so if anyone wants to be her plus one or her lil fake date... :^) could be cute. cld be angsty. world is our oyster.
speaking of which.. coworkers n maybe even a lil personal assistant would be so sexie.
#abernathyintro#omg arriving unfashionably late thirty yrs later. >.>#[vine vc] heeey.. . ..#nt rereading this. simply not strong enough. if there r errors then no there aren't<3
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Notes for The Vanishing Prince, Chapter Two
Yes, it’s the second chapter, finally! I’m so happy to be posting this. My notes are on the shorter side, but I do want to cover a few things that were hinted in this chapter, especially as it relates to Oreshi and Bokushi. Hopefully it will help clarify which parts of their story in the fic were directly inspired by canon, and which were inspired by some of the experiences of people with Dissociative Identity Disorder.
(Cut for notes about Oreshi and Bokushi’s relationship, timelines, chess, stuff about given names in Japanese, and so on…)
On Oreshi’s Relationship to Bokushi
These are just some of my observations regarding the connection between Oreshi and Bokushi. (Especially my interpretation of what happens after the Winter Cup but before the events of the KnB movie, Last Game.)
So first off, we don’t know for sure if Bokushi ever fronts during this time or not. (The idea of “fronting” is associated with Dissociative Identity Disorder, and it refers to which alter is actively presenting themselves to the world around them. Bokushi is fronting whenever Akashi has differently colored eyes, for example.) The canon seems to imply that he doesn’t interact with the Generation of Miracles during this time, at the very least… Since Oreshi seems worried in the Extra Game manga about what the other Miracles will think if Bokushi appears. So my headcanon for my fics, based on that and some other things in the manga, is that Bokushi hasn’t interacted with the outside world since the Winter Cup.
On that note, some lines in the manga imply that Oreshi and Bokushi are often co-conscious, even when they switch and the other alter is fronting... Meaning they’re both aware of what’s happening in the outside world, even when they aren’t currently the one “in control.” This is something that people can and do experience with Dissociative Identity Disorder. The co-consciousness can happen on its own/originally, or it can be developed and encouraged over the course of therapy.
Interestingly, Oreshi seems to believe (at least to some extent) that he willingly chooses when they switch… It’s pretty vague, but there are lines in the manga about how he could have taken over for Bokushi at any point during their last two years at Teikou. So, in my fic, Oreshi believes he is always aware of when Bokushi takes over for him, and that it only happens when they both allow it. However, for people with D.I.D. in real life, they may not always remember switching with their alters, and can lose time as a result. Also, they might not feel like they were in control (either completely or partially) of the switch—especially since trauma and any triggers associated with it can prompt different alters to front. (I’ll try to go into more details about this later, but as I’ve mentioned before, I recommend this site for more information about D.I.D. This page in particular covers alters switching, and how it can vary and is often much more subtle than is portrayed in fiction.)
So in The Vanishing Prince, I wanted to complicate what Oreshi seems to believe about his relationship with Bokushi. He thinks he always knows when Bokushi is fronting, and that he has to allow it when it happens… But starting in Chapter Two, it seems the truth of the situation may be different.
Alter Mannerisms
This is another general note about something that’s pretty common, from what I understand, but might not be 100% clear in Akashi’s case… The alters of people with D.I.D. can be very different from one another. They can have different ages and names, and even different appearances or genders.
And along those lines, alters may have different mannerisms and tones of voice when fronting. Those differences can be subtle. Overall, Oreshi and Bokushi are pretty similar to each other. They go by the same name, and their way of interacting with most people is similar. (To the point that, according to the manga, most of Akashi’s peers and teachers at Teikou couldn’t tell the difference.)
However, one way that the KnB canon differentiates between the two of them is through their expressions. Bokushi is especially recognizable for his wide-eyed smile. (You know which one, I’m sure!) Meanwhile, in the moment when Oreshi returns during the Winter Cup, he has a very distinctive smile as well, that we never see from Bokushi. (I noticed it more in the manga, whereas it was pretty subtle in the anime.)
So in The Vanishing Prince, I took this idea a little farther, and tried to convey some more subtle differences between them in posture and tone. Basically, it was meant to be a reference to the fact that this can happen with alters in real life, as well.
Chess
I’m definitely not an expert on chess… I’ve played it since I was about four or five, but I have zero grasp of actual strategy. //laughs To try to convey Bokushi’s mastery of the game, I consulted some online resources, especially for the most popular opening moves. Here are a few good articles I found that include some of the fancy names from the chapter!
(There is also this incredibly detailed database that covers so many opening moves, many of which have bizarre names like “Fried Liver Attack” and I swear I’m not making that up. XD It does give you some idea of just how thoroughly this particular game has been played and studied throughout history!)
Akashi’s Given Name
This note is kind of random, but I thought it might be interesting to explain this part of Furihata’s narration a bit:
But that name also belonged to both of his selves. Plus, it was kind of a mouthful.
“Seijuurou.”
It was a really nice name, though. Long and elegant, with that extra ‘u’ sound in the middle. Honestly, Furihata thought it fit the Akashi he knew better. It sounded just like him. Kind of graceful, and sophisticated, and… perfect.
So in English, we tend to say “Seijuurou” as having three syllables. But in Japanese, it’s actually six! I won’t go into the whole explanation here, but it has to do with how the Japanese language is syllable-based, instead of using an alphabet. So his name breaks down something like this: Se-i-ju-u-ro-u
It’s a long, fancy-pants name, basically. XD Which is not surprising because, well, it’s Akashi. (My favorite time that the KnB anime says the main cast’s full names is actually in the blurb right before the first Season 3 opening song… The narrator’s delivery really helps you hear the length of the syllables in each of their names, and it just sounds super cool to me…? Random, I know. //laughs)
Anyway, it’s probably worth mentioning that in Japan, even close friends and couples might not call each other by their given names. It’s a choice, and definitely depends a lot on the people involved. But either way, it shows a lot of familiarity with someone… So it’s not surprising that the idea of using Akashi’s given name makes Furihata flustered! //laughs Especially since the characters in KnB tend to use family names, in general.
Japanese Drugstore Candy
This is another random note just to mention that the line about Furihata’s “favorite gummy candies” was meant to be my personal nod to Hi-Chews. XD My sister was kind of obsessed with them when she lived in Japan, where they’re available at every conbini (convenience store). They’re cheap, so giving them to your friends is pretty much the equivalent of buying them a pack of gum at a 7-11? So it was funny to me (and to Furihata!) that Akashi would consider that a touching gesture. //laughs
Earlier Fic References
On the subject of the train station, I did include some things in this chapter that were meant to build on scenes from earlier in this series… Of course, Tokyo Station and the Kyoto shinkansen train were pretty important in the first story. Also, Furihata’s brief thought about how Akashi always drinks amazing tea was meant to be a reference to Fast Train as well, specifically the second chapter. And there were definitely some nods to events in Storming the Castle too! I always enjoy including scenes that mirror things that happened earlier in the series… I feel like it helps to show how the relationship between the characters has progressed. <3
Well, that’s it for Chapter Two! I really hope everyone enjoyed the next chapter in the fic. (And at least it didn’t end on such an extreme cliffhanger this time? XD) I’ve been hard at work on the next part of the story, and can’t wait to share it with all of you as soon as possible. <3
#the vanishing prince#kat writes fanfic#kat writes about basketball dorks#akafuri#YAY IT'S POSTED#and now nobody has to deal with that awful cliffhanger XD#seriously it was mean and I knew it#also I loooooved writing Furi and Bokushi's first scene together oh my goodness#Bokushi is so salty hahaha#and then Oreshi was precious as always#oh Furi you must be so disoriented#also I live for chess master Akashi in general#meanwhile GOOD JOB FURI YOU FINALLY SAID CRUSH#TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH#these kids I swear#Oreshi is still hopeless though#Bokushi is the only one with half a clue haha#long post#text post
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Autistic Caduceus Clay
slow to process conversation, especially jokes. tends to go a bit quiet as he mulls things over & then respond after the conversation has already moved on
tendency to script, especially in unfamiliar situations. e.g. when presented with something new will pretty much always say “oh, that’s nice”
tendency to repeat himself, especially in unexpected situations. e.g. when yasha tells him abt the ball lightning incident, he seems caught off-guard and says “you got a sign” and “that’s wonderful” and “congratulations” several times, despite lengthy pauses in between where he seems to be searching for something else to say
tendency to pause before he speaks, in general, either processing what’s been said or sorting out what he wants to say or needing a moment to find his voice–possibly all three
hyperempathy for plants & animals & junk
always talks to plants & animals & junk (which yes religion thing but also that’s such an autism so i’m not gonna not mention it u know)
prolly taught himself how to read ppl & junk & that’s why he’s so goddamn good at it now
samefood? no. samedrink. always with the tea
iirc it doesn’t occur to him at first that others might find dead ppl tea weird
rules are rly important to him, esp. like….manners ones. e.g. always every time he’s gotta ask permission from plants/animals/ppl for whatever the group is about to do, or at least quietly Explain whatever the group is about to do. like he’s just gotta. it’s just polite, it’s just manners, it’s just The Rules u know
can be kinda pedantic, e.g. the whole graveyard/cemetery distinction, which he politely pipes up with every time bc Actually No Sorry U See That’s Incorrect, also the time he tries to correct caleb abt sth frumpkin-related iirc
can’t remember if it’s canon but he def infodumps abt tea
hat to keep bright bright sunlight out of his eyes bc sensory bad? u betcha
alcohol is The Bad Taste
pretends to drink alcohol once to Blend In which i am going to call related to masking bc i can’t be stopped
silk shirt………..softe
very very focused once he sets his mind on sth, e.g. the excursion w/the tower, & to an extent also the thing w/jamedi (though i’ll grant that one was ofc largely bc Undead Are Unnatural And Bad And Wrong)
though on that note also–gotta bit of a strict worldview there, kinda black n white about it, & on the one hand yes religious beliefs but on the other hey also autism
kinda gives off that “of course i can lie!! i just..don’t want to…” vibe u know, like that one time when nott was like “let’s not tell anyone abt these treasures” and he’s like “???” and she’s like “or. or we can i mean” and he’s like “oh well i mean we can also do that” and she’s like “unless ur cool with not telling!!” and then tells abt half as a compromise & he automatically is like “and also [the other half]” and she’s like Fuck
readily admits to not understanding ppl when they say things that aren’t straightforward
in general kinda blunt, but like in a soft way
practical gestures like making tea & food = his go-to method of comforting ppl, & that’s a uhhhhh goddang autistic mood
raises his hand to talk sometimes, which is also a goddang autistic mood
jus generally kinda an oddball u know
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