#sorry for the spam of this but if someone is interested you can contact me
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Okay! The Gilear plush has arrived. This is my best attempt at all of his lines. Two have been unintelligible to me, and several are pretty long and fast which made it hard to follow.
My search history is.. hospitals near me, foot stuck in object, head stuck in object
You're low, he's low, It's Gilear's day baby!*
A guy on the street kicked me in the nuts as hard he could
I don't like "lunchlad"
Help me to understand what I have done to deserve this
My horoscope says "today is a good day to die motherfucker"
I ate a quick cup of yogurt on the way over here to bolster my spirits after I changed, I'm ever so sorry
What do you mean "When" life gives you lemons
I went to apply for the guidance counselor position but I was usurped by a drug dealing werewolf named Jawbone
In my haste to put the armor on I buckled the leg plate and think I clipped the tip of my penis against one of the leg plates and Everytime I move it feels like it might fall off so I ASSURE you demon I have no pride to speak of!
In highschool I was voted "Most Likely To Get Pushed Out Of A Tree"
My car was repossessed by the ride share app that I was working for
It's actually a good thing that no one came to my birthday party because the bounce house flooded and was swept out to sea
I just discovered that *all* of my emails have been going to everyone's spam
Unfortunately I have been banned from that hot air balloon service not because of anything that happened to me in particular but the guys who run it just sort of know my whole deal
Mmm this yogurt tastes like *potatoes*
I asked the woman at Home Depot why my plants kept dying and she said it seemed like they were reaching away from the sun
I've found out recently that one of my shoes is so filled with mildew because a pipe in my bedroom is leaking and I've developed a fungal infection in my foot which I didn't know was possible for elves to get
I don't think that I've ever "Peaked" in that we started neutral and have been going downhill ever since
I am currently trapped in a storm drain. The bottom half of me is above the ground, the other is below
Another Own Goal for Gilear Faeth, yes
Everyone knows you eat 7 spiders in your sleep every year, but I have a bunch coming into me the backway
My sandcastle I'm afraid was destroyed, as I was about to finish it, the tide came in and with it a man holding a bazooka who shot me and killed me
I know you're not going to believe this but Ive just been kicked by a snake
I found out the hard way that people can legally reject status as an emergency contact
The title of my autobiography is going to be Gilear Faeth: Please Stop
On my way here I was carrying a large bowl of Italian wedding soup which shattered on the ground in front of me and several of the small pasta balls rolled through the cracks and alerted vermin to my presence. I've since learned after a trip to the hospital I am deathly allergic to the sting of millipedes which is a way of me saying I need someone to come down to the hospital and pay for this. There is a doctor holding a gun to my head and now that I think about it this clinic is in the back of a storage unit and I think have gone to the wrong place
he said and I quote "he'd stomp my goon ass" if I ever got on his bus again
Gorthalax it was very nice to meet you, you've made a cuckold of me
We're the throw up boys!*
I've been informed that the brownies I consumed were laced with cannabis and rat poison
I am completely unprepared for the perils ahead and am deeply frightened, I'll go get the coffee
A gorilla monster punched me so hard in the back of the head I died
Today I have been hit by 3 scooters
Everytime you squeeze my hand it breaks several small bones
My imaginary friend as a child ghosted me because he said I was too depressing
Do you want me to go back? I warn you, it will break me
Can I interest you in an herbal soda? You must understand I am an intern at a ponzi scheme*
When I go to sleep at night I dream of a world where I might be able to walk through a field without stepping on a rake or gopher hole
If anyone needs me... I will be surprised.
If it wasn't for bad luck, Id have no luck is both true and what was written upon the billboard I crashed through
I wonder if any of these will feature in Junior year 👀
*Thanks to @cappa-cappa for telling me the lines I wasn't able to make out!!
#d20#dimension 20#naddpod#bahumia#brian murphy#emily axford#brennan lee mulligan#gilear faeth#siobhan thompson#lou wilson#ally beardsley#dropout#spire#fantasy high#fantasy high freshman year#fantasy high sophomore year#fantasy high junior year
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I'm doing a raffle where 3 winners get to request a story from me.
I’ll be taking submissions until January 9th and will draw names on the 10th.
Please read all the below information before entering.
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Reply to this post, send a non-anonymous ask, or DM me to say you want to enter the raffle. Only do this once; spamming will get your name taken off the list and you may get blocked if it's severe enough.
Don't send your request at this time. We'll talk about what you want if you win.
Once I draw the winners, I’ll make a public post listing them and they’ll be contacted via DM (we can move over to Discord at that point if you would prefer). I ask that winners respond to the DM within a week’s time or I may assume you’ve ghosted and draw another person in your place (so if you’ve entered and aren't one to check tumblr every day, just make sure you take a peek over here sometime between the 10th and 17th in case you've won).
The stories won't be worked on at the same time. They will be completed and posted in the draw order of the names. You're basically winning the ability to choose the direction of my next three stories.
If this goes well (i.e. there's enough interest), I will likely run similar raffles in the future!
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I also prefer to keep my erotica in the realm of original fiction, so I won't be accepting requests for fanfiction.
Requests can be for reader inserts rather than the 3rd person POV of my typical work. I'll be using the 2nd person method ("you", "your" etc.) due to personal gripes with ''y/n''.
In case it wasn't obvious, requests will remain oneshot short stories, so don't expect that I'll write a multi-chapter slowburn for you for free.
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TMNT HEADCANON / how the turtles text
A lot can be said from how someone express themselves through texting, so this is just some crack / light headcanons !
Not really based on a single version per say, more that turtles have been deprived of social interaction for the majority of their life and I think texting them would be an very interesting experience lol
Idea based on @avery73 last random turtle post (thanks for being one of our strongest soldiers and writing wonderful pieces 🫡)
English is not my first language and I didn’t proofread this, if there is any grammatical erros pls don’t hesitate to tell me!
Mikey
🎢 Single texts
🎢 Just like this
🎢 Loads of it
🎢 You got 60 new messages
🎢 in the past 2 minutes
🎢 Loads of gifs too
🎢 And voice memos
🎢Oh look
🎢6 personality tests links
🎢What do you mean you won’t do it
🎢He needs to know what kind of cupcake you are!!!!
🎢 And music recs
🎢 Your phone won’t stop vibrating
🎢 for the next weeks
🎢 After you meet him (Honestly really annoying unless you have a crush on him)
🎢 For the latinos/latinas; if he EVER finds out about WhatsApp and the stickers. Oh you are so done. If you have an older phone that shit WILL blow up / malfunction for SURE
🎢 uses TONS OF EMOJIS !!!!! 😍😍😝🤪😋🤩AND CAPS AS WELL!!! 🥳😽✌️👅🗣️
🎢Mikey live reaction when you ask if he’s upset that you asked him to tone it down a notch with the texting on a busy day:
🎢 Will lowkey tone it down with the emojis when he finds out some ppl find it cringe, but with his angels cakes ???????? 🫵 YOU BET 🗣️ HE WILL SHOW YOU WITH IT 💋🫦💅🏻🤳🏼💃🏻🕺🏽🙈🦋🌺🧡🌚🌻🔥💥🌟
🎢Will accidentally send you some random ass emoji that wasn’t supposed to be on the context of the text, also the autocorrect is def not his friend
Mikey : how’s it going baby gorila
Mikey: babygirl*
Mikey:
Mikey: I’m sorry
🎢 adds emojis to very contacts in his t-phone:
Leo: Leader of the pack 🐺 🐢 🫡
Donnie: Eistein 📚🧬⚗️ (Raph also shares this name on his t-cell)
Raph: Murderous teddy bear 🧸 🧨
Splinter: Mafia Boss 🪤 (no one knows about this name tho)
April: Chanel N.6 🎤(or World of Apes 🦧 lmao)
Casey: New York Hockey League 🏒
Vern: Some dude (adds 🦅 so he knows it’s Vern and not “some random dude”)
Y/n: angelcakes pookie wookie baby boo boo love of my life !!!!!! 😍🥰👀🧚🏻♂️
🎢Mikey live reaction when Raph yells at him to stop flooding the chat, followed by mikey texting him “make me” (they are sitting next to each other):
Donnie
🔭Huge blocks of it in the speed of light. many topics, many questions and also explanations at just one sitting
🔭But won’t hold back on a smart ass short cut response for one his brothers (literally has the sharpest tongue)
🔭Will hardly uses emojis, only when it’s a single text to express an emotion (most current used emojis: 🤓when he does something impressive 💜: for y/n 🙄: when venting about something annoying Leo / Mikey / Raph did)
🔭Will want to discuss random ass problems he has encountered in his projects, in forums online, specially if you ever show interest in debating / doesnt hold back into showing your strong opinions
🔭 Has named their brothers as “Failed Lab Experiments” and managed to color code their messages (has the only t-phone that has this feature)
🔭Donnie creating the most unique and smartass way to charge his phone just cuz he can:
🔭Deadass his reaction when texting his crush 👀:
🔭 Has modified Mikey’s phone so he doesn’t have access to emojis for a whole week after his baby brother decided to spam him “out of no where” (after Donnie won consecutively 10 Mario Kart matches AND ate the last 2 slices of cold pizza)
🔭Result: mikey spammed EVEN MORE and only spoke to EVERYONE by Japanese emojis. Leo and Raph begged demanded that donnie install his emojis back cuz they were DONE with the whole situation
Failed lab experiment N.4: ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ" °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° (♡´౪`♡)
Failed lab experiment N.1: Stop.
Failed lab experiment N.4: ┬┴┬┴┤ᵒᵏ (･_├┬┴┬┴
Failed lab experiment N.4: (;﹏;)
Failed lab experiment N.2: You stupid IDIOT
Failed lab experiment N.2: look what you've done now he’s sad
🔭 Donnie also has to deal with his brothers thinking he is their personal Google (he will always answer their questions, even out of spite):
Failed lab experiment N.4: Donnie what’s a Cochlear implant
Successful lab experiment: A small, complex electronic device that can help to provide a sense of sound to a person who is profoundly deaf or severely hard-of-hearing. The implant consists of an external portion that sits behind the ear and a second portion that is surgically placed under the skin.
Failed lab experiment N.4: :0 yikes
Failed lab experiment N.4: Okay thanks!!!!
Successful lab experiment: Stop asking me stuff when you can just Google it.
Failed lab experiment N.4: But I like talking to you 🙀😔
Failed lab experiment N.4: You are my favorite turtle Siri!!! 😉
Successful lab experiment: I’d prefer if I wasn’t... Also, why are you curious about cochlear implants?
Successful lab experiment: Mikey?
Successful lab experiment: Mikey!!!!!
(He still doesn’t know why)
Raph
🥊 Barely uses emojis. Lowkey barely texts? doesn't see the appeal to it, rather prefer to hang out with you 1 on 1 than being far away from you (will never ever admit to it. maybe after 3 years in a relationship)
🥊as a friend: he wont be the one spiking a conversation, but might keep going if he's truly bored (this is prone to happen during daylight / evening when they still can't go out) but will probably be the one to ask to hang out when he needs an outlet and such
🥊*sees messages* eh i'll reply later *completely forgets about it*
🥊 will effortlessly take the most breath-taking pictures of new york during patrol and send it to you
🥊 if you are already his s/o / someone he trusts: will most likely text you to ask about stuff (if you need anything or something he needs from topside) or to diss / vent / gossip about his brothers
🥊 will send embarrassing pictures of his brothers to you cuz he can't deal with that shit alone lmao
🥊 will either be pretty clueless with the most random ass stuff or out of propose just to tease you:
y/n: jniasunoakpfa
raph: what was that
y/n: keyboard smash?
raph: how do i do that
y/n: just press anything
raph: 7
🥊 Raph Live reaction as soon as he realizes he has feelings for you:
🥊 Also Raph Live reaction when he comes to terms with this feelings and has an excuse to ignore Leo (even if he doesnt like texting) just bc he can ignore Leo as he pleases:
Leo
🎏 Perfect texts
🎏 looks like an email/letter sometimes
🎏 to most people: 1 message with divided topics. pretty direct
🎏 when he can't reply right away: "Hello. I'm happy you wrote to me. I try to reply promptly but currently I'm not available at the moment-" Like omg bro RELAX.
🎏 to his s/o: 70% direct, the other 30% likes to send little reminders, either with songs or pretty things she has seen during a patrol with a "thinking of you" message. lowkey romantic when he doesn't even mean to be, def shows how thoughtful he is
🎏 prefers to call you rather than texting. especially if you are dating/has a crush on you he might not even realize why he likes calling you so much, until it hits like a brick that he just wants to hear your voice
🎏Leo when he calls you and doesn't know when to "intervene" / his time to talk back (god forbid he's unpolite and interrupts you):
lowkey him listening to April vent about smth dumb shit Casey did /any human friend venting and he doesnt know how to react lmao
🎏Just like Donnie, has favorite emojis and will only use it in specific situations (this will take time for it to happen, like after years Donnie first invented the t-phone and finally relized he didn't had to be so formal when texting): 🐢 when talking about team work or his brothers / 🪷 for meditating or mindfulness (thinks its peaceful) / 💙 for his boo and his boo only / 😏 only in a relationship, especially when he's feeling scipy (extremely rare for it to happen over text tho)
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Group chat (more than one reaction)
💚 catching social cues irl can be hard, you are telling me there are hidden social cues in texting too??
💚 “Nah shut up” group, doesn’t care much about it and won’t change their ways: Leo, Raph
💚 Will research about it, will talk to every single human he knows (yes. you. Vern. Casey and April) Needs to know the social cues. NOW: lmao try to guess
💚 Also needs to know, but for meme reasons, he has to say up to date w the terminology/ slangs: another hard guess /j
💚 Oh btw, Donnie totally uses /j /Tw /srs terminology WHILE he texts fast AND huge text blocks. none of his brothers know how he does it
💚Will over use fresh lingo he has learned overhearing humans on patrol, shows, from his humans friends to the point it’s almost unbearable: Mikey
💚Live reaction of Raph and Leo trying to understand when Mikey or Donnie spamming the group chat with their extremely recent memes or hyperfixations:
💚the chat WILL be flooded with things related to their favorite basketball teams, show they want to see or dumbass pictures of their daily lifes, example:
Mikey: *has sent an selfie*
Mikey: you know y/n
Mikey:If you’re fortunate enough
Mikey: your internal organs will spend their entire lifespan in absolute darkness
Mikey: but mine?
April: oh boy here we go
Mikey: Hasn’t. 😏😏😏
Y/n: Oh?
Mikey: *send another selfie flexing muscles* you see when you fight crime everyday-
Raph: yeah he shallowed a glow stick
#visually this looks a hot mess I apologize#did i add a bunch of my old incorrect quotes on this?#yes i did#i regret nothing#tmnt headcanons#tmnt x reader#2003 tmnt#tmnt bayverse turtles x reader#2003 tmnt x reader#2007 tmnt#mm tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles 2007#giulia writes
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this bothered me for a few days now but i didnt want to comment on it but just now was the last straw (i blocked that person bc they rlly got onto my nerves there for this) but yea maybe i should say that
1) personally i find it incredibly rude and hurtful to comment on someones OCs how they look like whatever mf from some show u dont know about. like seriously, call me childish if you want but this makes me seriously angry and i know some other artists who also are no big fan of this
dont compare someones OCs to other characters. some artists rlly dont like that
2) maybe dont follow me when youre not interested in shippy stuff bc i very obviously draw character ships and i self ship so 90% of my blog is all about ships n boats. you can follow who you want ofc but if this makes you comment the dumbest mindless stuff then maybe stick to what you like or genuinely interests you
also its still confusing to me (bc they started their comment exactly like that) but if you start a sentence with "this is prob the worst thing to say-" on someones art, maybe consider keeping it to yourself. if you are aware its bad or rude or uncalled for to say then. keep it to yourself
oh and while im already ranting, this was someone else who did this and not this person but
3) DONT contact me in private chats to spam me w several message over time -to make sure i read the second message in case i didnt read the first ones- to PLS draw zhong///////chi again just bc YOU love this ship so. this is exactly the reason why i dont look at my dms on here anymore (sorry for ignoring some ppl who are not at fault, im just uncomfortable atp) and also why i lit am so damn tired of zc that i blocked the tag everywhere bc i just feel incredibly bothered and pressured
anyway sorry for ranting, i usually ignore this but all this bothered me sm it rlly gave me bad mood
just, please think before you speak or interact with strangers
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Hey! I just want to say I’m so sorry that I probably just spammed your notifications, I just discovered your succession metas and have been reading and obsessing over them. I LOVE your perspective on this show, I’m kenstewy fic-writing at the moment and your metas have definitely given me new ideas.
I would love to know your opinion about Kendall and his speech/potential speech impediments? The bathroom scene in 1x10 with Logan and Kendall seems to be the most obvious incidence of Kendall having a stammer - could it be trauma related, autism related etc?
Hey! You never have to apologise for spamming my notifications! It’s always fun to see someone going through my old posts, haha – especially because it usually reminds me of theories I’d had or connections I’d made in the past.
And yes! I’m always interested in the way the show approaches all of the various behaviours of the characters, and Kendall’s stammer is pretty interesting to me because characters on the show have never explicitly weaponised it in the way that they have with Kendall deliberately avoiding eye contact or his kneejerk discomfort to physical contact. Roman’s imitated him before, but when he does, he tends to focus on Kendall’s vocal disfluencies (or his tendency to uh a lot) as opposed to his stammer (which sure, is a fluency disorder in itself, but I do find it interesting that it’s not something specifically targeted by Logan, Shiv or Roman given their tendency to weaponise - - well. Everything).
It's especially interesting in the sense that it’s such an obvious thing to be a capital-I issue on the show. An audible imperfection to the ears of the characters around him and the world he exists in, and yet it’s less likely to be an issue than his fumbled negotiation tactics or his refusal to look his sister in the eye when they’re talking, and honestly, I think that comes down to the fact that it’s gone when he’s ‘on’.
This is a slight tangent, but your ask made me think about Megan Washington, who’s a singer-songwriter from my hometown who I really love. She did a TED talk almost ten years (!) ago about her stammer, and it’s one that really stuck with me as a fan of hers. In it, she mentions how singing was a big part of her speech therapy as a child, because it’s almost impossible to stutter as you sing. The exact reasons for that are unknown, but studies do indicate that singing uses a different part of your brain to language, and it’s a part of why music is used a lot in speech therapy.
On top of that, she talks a bit about how she was taught to utilise a speech technique called smooth speech which she doesn’t like to use outside of interviews, where she says the “economy of airtime is paramount” because it doesn’t sound like her, but it helps her get through it, and it helps her to perform, helps her to get to the bit where she sings, which in turn is when she feels the most like herself.
Not to apply Megan’s real story to a fictional character, but I do wonder how much Kendall’s been taught to perform his speech, because – especially after the last episode – I think it’s apparent that he’s at his most eloquent and fluid when he is performing. Hell, he likes performing, which can sometimes feel at odds with his awkwardness and his tendency to not seem remotely comfortable in his own skin, but I do wonder if a part of that comes down to – as in Megan’s case – feeling more like himself on a stage because he’s been taught techniques to communicate a version of himself when he’s up there.
When Kendall stammers, or has moments of vocal disfluency, it does tend to be with his family, and it does tend to be under moments of stress. Whether that’s provoked by his anxiousness around his father, or whether he drops techniques he doesn’t feel the need to use around his siblings and just speaks as himself, or whether it’s a combination of both those things (which I suspect it is), we could debate all night, haha, just as we could debate whether there’s an underlying cause for it (which I go on and off actually – a speech disorder can just be a speech disorder, although it does often co-exist with other diagnoses such as autism and ADHD and, interestingly, drug-use triggered issues).
I do think though that it’s probably something Kendall’s had since he was a child, and that he likely saw someone about it and underwent therapy for it, and given how he engages and really does utilise music to communicate throughout the series, I can really see that being a sort of anchor for him in terms of all of that? I don’t know though! This is quite a bit of speculation, haha.
What do you guys think?
#i am SO sorry it took me so long to answer this one!#i started drafting a reply then must've saved it and i think i thought my inbox had swallowed it#anyway i just rediscovered it (hope you don't mind the very late reply!)#kendall roy#succession 4.06#speculation#succession spoilers#kind of?#welcome to my ama
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ough your bps designs are so neat!!! i would def like to hear more about your interpretations for adam and jonah!!
AAAH TYSM !! :D That I can do!
(INFO'S BELOW THE CUT, DIDN'T WANNA SPAM..
so, for starters, let's just go over the basic stuff of the duo.. I personally think that Adam and Jonah aren't really friends. Or it's really one-sided. Jonah likes Adam a bit, finds him weird and kind of interesting to watch, Adam finds Jonah to be one of the most annoying people on planet earth.
they sort of bounce off of eachother with Adam usually taking everything seriously while Jonah takes a solid nothing seriously, not until he gets involved, at least.. Adam personally hates that fact about Jonah more than anything, but finds him to be tolerable when they're having normal conversations. Or when Jonah's useful.
also, probably the most controversial hc i have ever, Jonah's taller. sorry, Adam.
Jonah was accepted into BPS when Sarah made Adam get someone else to do the whole alternate-luring stuff with. Jonah solely exists as a replacement in Adam's mind, and maybe a crutch for when he's feeling lonely. Which is rare.
Anyways, onto individuals! Jonah's up first because I have a little less to say.
Jonah.
Jonah, design wise, was supposed to kind of give off the vibe of a wannabe scene or emo kid. His baggy clothes and accessories as well as dyed hair are just because he thinks it looks cool, he doesn't have many other reasons for it. His hair color and general style is sorta similar to his canon counterpart, keeping the same dark to silver gradient as well as the general spiky/side-swept look of it.
Personality wise, he thinks he's hot shit. He's confident and takes everything about as serious as you'd expect him to. He does find the ghost hunting and paranormal stuff a little interesting, but he's mostly just in it for the stories and the money. His parents are pretty rich, with his dad being a lawyer and all, and he has a good dozen of friends outside of BPS. Nothing's keeping him here besides his own interest in the organization.
That doesn't mean he doesn't care about it at all, though! He likes the people there, he likes getting to hang out and feeling cool because he gets to steal and sneak around empty places. It's the kind of rebellious that he always daydreamed about when he was living his completely ordinary, honestly kind of boring old life.
MISC ;
- he's 6'2".
- aroace, never had romantic interest in anyone, never will.
- Lots of scrapes on skin under clothes from just being generally stupid during investigations.
- adhd win
Adam.
If you can't tell by now, Adam's my favorite TMC character. A lot of these headcanons are from way back when vol 2 had just come out, and I'm still somewhat attached to them. Don't mind me being insane.
Design-wise, Adam looks a lot.. softer than Jonah does? He's supposed to have a sort of obviously-fake innocent look, mostly with the wide eyes and rounder shapes used for his hair and face. His hair's dyed in a split style as a reference to the fact that while he's seen as having brown/black hair in the series, he's actually blonde. Same goes for his eyes, which are darker in-series but most people draw him with blue eyes. This isn't the result of contacts or anything, he just naturally has heterochromia. Even before he got taken by Intruder..
Furthering the eye discussion, he may seem like the odd one out when compared to how I draw the other BPS members, and it's mostly to give him a more unsettling appearance in comparison. While the others have simple eyes with flatter eyelids and simpler pupils, his closer resemble how I draw the alternate's eyes, specifically taking inspiration from the eye shape I gave Intruder. Like father, like son, I guess..?
Personality wise, he's far from nice. Or extroverted. He's the opposite of Jonah in every way. He rarely cares for others but still takes everything seriously, even when nobody else around him will, and he's mean by default. He doesn't really process any of his negative emotions in any way besides anger and lashing out. (or isolation, god forbid..) When in a social situation where he's not trying to be a complete asshole, he's just socially awkward. He doesn't have many friends, mostly because he doesn't want any, and he doesn't care enough to try and figure out all of the intricacies of social interaction, often coming off as blunt or uncaring. (Which he usually is, anyways!)
The cross necklace he has isn't there for any religious reasons- In fact, it's just there because he noticed that Alternates tend to be drawn to people who actively practice religion. He wanted to bring them in without devoting any of his time to actually trying to find faith in a god. He's a complete atheist.
..or, is, until Mandela Catalyst..
But we don't need to worry about that!
MISC ;
- 5'10".
- Trans, but not FTM. No, he's just genderless horror to male. It counts to me.
- Also covered in bruises and scratches, mostly from fights or lashing out on inanimate objects.
- Supposedly has/Is Diagnosed with M.A.D.
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I get what you're saying about jungkook doing one big thing once in a blue moon and then nothing for most of the time, but also don't compare what jimin does or has done to what jungkook does or has done. They're two completely different people and you should look at what jungkook does and how he expresses himself. Has he ever done anything that he did for jimin for another member? The closest things I can think about (that to me anyway don't really compare) are when he made the bday video edit for yoongi, which was cool and showed love and admiration but had no romantic undertone whatsoever, him making a teasing video reacting/singing along (?) to *one of th songs*(sorry I don't remember which one), and maybe him teasing about That that or Super Tuna, but it was teasing? Nothing compares to gcft, both the trip and the video, or the bday video message??? And lately the live and the spamming of comments.
I also agree with your points about not knowing jimin was done with schedules or who wrote his favorite part of smfpt2, and even, if you miss your "bf" so much and he has schedules and he's tired, why the hell can't YOU go to HIS house and be there for him? It makes no sense to me. But also his behaviour in the wlive comment is confusing, because why the need to act as a fan on live the day before (watching all jimin content) and the say "everyone knows I'm your fan", it feels like they want people to make the connection letter=fan song, jungkook=jimin's fan, letter is for jungkook. But at the same time they don't feel that much up to date with each other or much in contact either. Are they so stalked that now they're in their solo era and don't have the group work as "cover" they can't even hang out as friends? It gives conspiracy theories tbh
Honestly, it's not my intention to compare him to Jimin. I know they're two different people, and if you look for it you'd find that I rarely talk about what JK does in terms of "Jungkook did this but Jimin did this other thing". In that post where I said the blue moon thing, I actually mentioned other ships and then I deleted because I thought it was pointless to bring other ships into it, but I had in mind to say that almost all of Jungkook ships are held by those random, spontaneous bursts of affection. Taekookers survived on the bare minimum for years, it was maybe two hugs in a year, a few "you're handsome" and that was the epitome of boyfriend for them.
Even when I compare, it's more about trying to get my point across as what would be a "boyfriend" or "couple" thing for me. I know they're different people and it's not the point to compare and say one has a better way of expressing themselves than the other. Objectively, it shouldn't matter. Subjectively, tho... for me, Jimin's way of expressing himself is better. For my personal standards and for the way it makes me feel. Jungkook has always made me feel unsteady when it came to jikook. So when I think of what does it mean to be a "boyfriend", to me Jimin's ways of treating Jungkook always made more sense than Jungkook's way of treating Jimin. Beyond some specific examples, I usually feel that Jungkook treats Jimin like he loves him, for sure, yes; but not like he's in love with him.
So for example, Jimin showing up for all of JK's birthdays is not inherently romantic in my opinion. It really isn't. But you see the difference between actually being there for Jungkook in comparison to JK saying "I want to go to a recording" while not doing anything to make that happen. In this case you don't even need to compare him to Jimin, becaue Yoongi showed up. He wanted to be there for the recording, and he was there. And Yoongi in my eyes is the coldest man ever, yet he showed more interest than Jungkook did, so what does that tell you. Hoseok visited Jimin at the set and they seem to talk a lot too.
I've said it and I stand by my opinion that the live was heartwarming, and really sweet. But in my books, showing up for someone means more than sitting at home watching their videos. Whenever I miss someone I call them personally, I text them privately to have an actual meaningful conversation, I make plans with them, I might even walk to their place and visit them. I don't sit at home watching their photos. So yes, I get what you mean that *some* of the things are more than what he's done for other members, but also right now other members have been doing more for Jimin than what Jungkook is doing. I personally think it would've meant more if JK had had a real interest in meeting Jimin, and would've asked him about his recordings so he'd go, or would've showed up at the MV set.
Also I haven't seen anyone mention Jimin's face of confusion when Jungkook said that he wanted to do. Jimin was like "are you for real? It's over". It took him a bit to laugh about it but he didn't look amused at first to me.
So if I think about what does it mean to be someone's partner and actually supporting them and not just to show the fans, as moving as the live was, it doesn't speak to me about a significant other.
I don't even take Jimin is perfect, and maybe in the future he might not show up for Jungkook anywhere either. I didn't take it seriously when Jimin commented on his lives either, I said it was cute and sweet but didn't think it was meaningful. When he said on a weverse comment that he'd go to his house, that also sounded extremely noncommittal. Now that he's said it again maybe he meant it, but I'm also not believing it until it happens. The thing is that Jimin usually keeps his words, and if he doesn't keep his word on this it's for a reason. From where I'm standing, to me it just really looks as if seeing each other is not high on their list of interests. It feels deliberate. Not in a conspiracy theory kind of way but in a way that they are not even trying to see each other.
I don't think him saying he's a fan is because he wants people to make the connection with letter. I don't think so because he does admire Jimin and he probably just said it because he was literally acting like a fan, watching his videos on YouTube. JK has said Namjoon was his first love, boy crush, his inspiration, etc etc several times every year, too. It's just nice but at face value, it's not romantic.
Why a conspiracy theory tho? I think it only seems conspiratorial because everyone's going from the assumption that they are dating; so they feel something has to be kept hidden. If you step away from that mindset and just see them as two friends, like you said, two people with different personalities, then everything makes sense.
The time Jungkook and Taehyung were never seen together or hanging out alone, not even in official content, taekookers took shelter in conspiracy theories because for them it didn't make sense that taekook weren't close. It wasn't possible that taekook weren't spending time together, it couldn't be possible that taekook were not a couple like they thought. So they had to make up conspiracy theories to explain why taekook didn't act like a couple. In the end, it turned out that taekook were actually not spending time together, there was no conspiracy theory. Just Taehyung and Jungkook not hanging out.
Sometimes things are exactly what they seem.
People are adamant on certain things being true and so everything else has to come together to make sense of that one thing they've already decided it's real. If people were more flexible with their thoughts and assumptions, and accepted that maybe Jimin and Jungkook are not lying 24/7, they'd realize that everything Jimin and Jungkook have said and done is normal for people who are not in a relationship. For people who are just friends. It's only abnormal for people who are convinced they are dating.
I mean, why does there need to be a conspiracy theory about a song that Jimin keeps saying he wrote for the fans and never stuttered or changed narratives when talking about it. It's probably the song he's made the most sense when talking about who is it for, what it means and what prompted him to write it. Why can't it just be that he's saying the truth? Because people have made up their minds that it's about something else so they don't want to hear or believe explanations that don't make sense with what they've already decided in their minds, that it's a love song for Jungkook. No matter how many times Jimin says it's something else.
I really don't think there's need for conspiracy theories about things that have been explained by the members. Right now, I actually feel Like Crazy calls more for conspiracy theories or theories in general because of how ambiguous and vague Jimin has been about the song.
If you didn't already believe jikook are dating, let's say you just think they're good friends, would you have a reason to think Jimin's lying about the song? Or that it's weird that they haven't met? Do you think there's some conspiracy behind Taehyung not supporting Jimin? Any conspiracy theories behind Jungkook never hanging out with Yoongi? Behind Jungkook not showing up to Hoseok's last birthday party before he enlists? Or you just see that as JK being JK and his way of being a friend.
I think people are refusing to let go of what they believe in because of their chemistry or because they're sweet to each other, or because they were special in the past. But you don't build a relationship only on chemistry and having fun together; you couldn't even build it on physical attraction either.
If people would just let go of what they so capriciously want to believe in, they'd realize that there is nothing that calls for a conspiracy theory, and whatever is going on is actually just normal behavior for two longtime friends who are in different places of their lives and whose priority right now is not hanging out or keeping in touch like that anymore.
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Important Update! Please Read!!
I’m yeeting myself into the abyss. And won’t be on here much because of it.
In all seriousness, this is a important update on why I’m not on here as much and when I will return.
For those of you who don’t know, I work seasonally at a summer camp. I mainly work in the kitchen as a assistant to the head chef, but I also do a lot of cleaning. I mainly clean up after guests when they’ve stayed at one of the camp’s cabins/motels. Now I don’t really like this job, in fact, I kinda hate it. But as a broke art student, whose family has been struggling a ton financially this past year, I don’t have many options. And it does pay decently well. Normally the employees come at the end of June - beginning of July, but I’ve offered to come in a month early to help set up the camp. This is a shit ton of work, and I absolutely hate it. I had to do it last year, and I wanted to throw myself off a cliff. It’s extremely stressful and draining. My anxiety spikes up a ton. I’m constantly suffering both physically (I suffer greatly from pains, mainly in my back, hands, head, and wrists), mentally, and emotionally. My hands shake a lot, and it just gets to bad when I’m working and pushing myself so much. So to say I’m miserable during this time of the year is a bit of an understatement haha. This will be my second year working here but my family and I have been going there for many generations.
Working at this camp is a literal nightmare for me. I never really liked going there for long periods of time when I wasn’t working, and now that I am it drains the fun out of the place completely. I’ve had nightmares about having to go back all year. I wish I was exaggerating, but I promise I’m not lol.
Because I’ll be working almost everyday for the next three months (I also work the beginning of September but it’s not the full month so I don’t really count it), I won’t have much time for myself let alone tumblr and any other sites I’m apart of. Unfortunately this means that I won’t be able to write, draw, or roleplay much at all. And honestly, anytime that I spend not working I’ll probably be sleeping because that’s how exhausted I am. You have no idea how many times I just took a nap on someone’s couch last year during breaks. I’ve never napped so much in my life haha.
Long story short, any and all works of mine will be delayed and coming out very slowly for the next while. This includes roleplay responses. I’m very sorry to those of you who are/will be waiting on me to reply, not only to rps but to messages/reblogs and just about anything and everything really. Like I said, my posting schedule will be random and all over the place. I’ll write/draw/respond/rp when I have time and am in the mood. (Which is basically what I do now, it’s just I have far less time on my hands hehe)
This also means that I might come on occasionally to spam a few people now and again, because I’ll be missing a bunch of stuff lmao.
With all of that said; PLEASE CONTINUE TO TAG ME IN ALL OF YOUR STUFF SO THAT I CAN SEE IT WHEN I CAN! I’ll probably miss a couple posts here and there, and I apologize in advance if that’s the case, but I’ll try my hardest to respond/look at everything! Also- don’t be afraid to ask me if I’d like to be tagged in certain things (or to just tag me in general, I love hearing from you guys!) , it might take me a moment to get back to you, but honestly there are so many cool people on here, I feel so bad that I’m going to miss out on so much! And don’t be afraid to message me either! Again, it might take me a while to reply to you, but I’ll get around to it eventually! ^^
ALSO- to all of my mutuals/tumblr buddies— if you’re interested, I’d love just to chat with you guys! Whether that be on my dm’s here, or on Instagram or discord, whatever really. I’ve met so many amazing people and I’d love to keep in contact other than our posts! So, if you’re interested, feel free to message me on here or comment or reblog, whatever you feel most comfortable doing, and let me know! I can send you my insta or discord or whatever and we can keep in touch much easier! Don’t be afraid to ask to chat! I’d love to have more online friends! <3
I’ll probably post little life updates and stuff when I can, so look out for those if that’s something you’d be interested in seeing!
And let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my stuff, I post a lot of multifandom things, so if you see something you like, lemme know and I’ll tag you so you don’t miss out! I’ll probably be posting some older stuff/things I just haven’t uploaded to tumblr yet, so there’s that hehe.
Again- I’m really sorry that I won’t be very active on here. I’ll try to come on as much as I can! In the meantime, message me, tag me, and take good care of yourselves! Drink lots of water, take power naps when needed, get some sunshine and fresh air every once and a while, and make sure you remember to eat! Sometimes I forget, so it’s nice to have a lil reminder! ^v^
I love you all so so much, and I can’t wait till the summer is over lmfao.
IM SENDING ALL OF THE VIRTUAL HUGS TO YOU!!! ^3^
— LF / Fluffy / Fluffie. <3
Xox
Ps. Wish me luck. TvT
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time for the 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ! 🪽 —
𖤐 first things first , as soon as my masterlist is made (im lazy rn sorry) it’ll be added to the bottom of this post. i think all my rules are pretty clear and should be common sense but please read through all of them before requesting or interacting with my page ! dont skip or skim.
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𖤐 dni (do not interact) if — you’re racist (im black & very proud + my y/n’s are usually also black coded) , under 18 (sorry not sorry but i write and interact with nsfw content, so it’s just awkward & inappropriate) , homophobic , fatphobic , sexist (any of the ists/isms/phobics tbh) , or simply a dickhead (ex : sending hate , starting drama — im not here for any negativity).
໑ i’ve been a reader for a long time & i’ve seen a lot of writers get bombarded with anonymous hate , so if you’re one of those you will be blocked. if ur gonna hate at least don’t be scary abt it :p
𖤐 i ask for feedback a lot , but that isn’t an invitation to harshly criticize me or my work. only constructive criticism (when asked) is allowed pls & thank you !
𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 ..
໑ i’ve been wanting to write ever since i was 15 , and even though the type of writing i do on here is more of a hobby — i do take it srsly but i still wanna have fun ! + sorry in advance but i am a procrastinator/kind of a slow writer ..
𖤐 likes are appreciated , but (i learned recently) reblogs are better ! if u enjoy my work be sure to do both :p
໑ i never block anyone for no reason. if u find urself blocked & wanna know why or u can’t reach me , contact me here ! (my main @/anglism messages are for mutuals only! u are still free to send asks ofc)
info/rules for 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 ! 🪽 —
𖤐 like i mentioned before , i am a slow writer. i can go for days at a time not writing (im trying to fix that) so keep that in mind when requesting. also , i may not write/create the thing you’re asking for. depending on a lot of things — if it interests me , if i don’t have time for it , etc. so please dont spam the same ask over and over again , or get upset with me. i am a human not a machine.
໑ i do/will age up characters , but only based on their canon birthdays. (ex : yuji was born in 2003 , so in a modern/future jjk au i would age him up.)
𖤐 my “y/n” (or reader) will usually be black coded & short , sometimes chubby as well bc that is what i most relate to ! i can try and keep it vague but im definitely (mostly) catering to my black girlies !
໑ what i will not write. —
amab/male reader , incest , necrophilia , r@pe , drugging , character x character , pegging , rim jobs , age regr. , ddlg , feet kinks , non-consenual recording , g@ng bangs , lactation/breast feeding , scat/piss kink , domestic abuse , pet play , mpreg , bestiality , eating disorders (an eating disorder page followed me a while ago & i dont fw that shit very specifically), master/slave , heavy bleeding/gore , suic*de.
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐄𝐘/𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗 — aka my tags !
★ ˙.໑ . — 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦!
general tag for my main , every post (unless i forget) will have this.
★ ˙.໑ .🪽 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 — 📌 pinned!
you should only see this once, on my main pinned.
★ ˙.໑ .🪽 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 — 💌 fyp!
a reblog from my fyp specifically.
★ ˙.໑ .🏹 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 — { character name }
general tag for the specific character. (not always a written work, ex : my character boards.)
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general tag for my responses to anonymous asks.
★ ˙.໑ .🏹 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 — { 💌 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋—mail }
general tag for my responses to my mutuals.
★ ˙.໑ .🏹 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 — { 💌 mail }
general tag for my responses to asks that are neither anonymous or from mutuals.
🕯️ ˙.໑ . 🪽— #𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈 !
navigation for both my main & sideblog.
⌨️ ˙.໑ . 🪽— #𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 !
specifically for my updates/rambles that mention something my followers should know/be updated on.
🖋️ ˙.໑ . 🪽— #𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 !
specifically for a post that is a fic , oneshot , drabble , thirst. aka written by me !
🎐 ˙.໑ . 🪽— #𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 !
me talking .. :0
📸 ˙.໑ . 🪽— #𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐒
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💌 ˙.໑ . 🪽— #𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒
general tag for anything i reblog.
🐈⬛ — 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥 ∞
general tag for my sideblog.
— tags are subject to change/new additions.
thats it for now , but im sure as (if) my page grows things will be changed + added ! ⇒ masterlist. (link will be added when its complete.)
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How to Reply Who is This Text
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Hi there, I usually don't respond to unsolicited messages. Are you a telemarketer or is this a personal text?"
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Use this if you suspect the text is from a telemarketer. It's a polite way to deter unsolicited marketing while allowing room for personal texts.
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"I'm sorry, I don't recognize this number. For my safety, I need to know who I'm talking to before proceeding further."
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This is a cautious yet polite response, suitable when safety and privacy are your priorities. It requests identification in a respectful manner.
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Ideal for when you're unable to engage in a conversation due to your surroundings. It's courteous and explains your situation briefly.
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"I've received your message, but it seems to contain sensitive information and I don't recognize your number. Who is this, please?"
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Use this when a text contains sensitive or personal information. It addresses the content cautiously and seeks the sender's identity.
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Reply Comeback
"Hey there! I don't have this number saved. Mind telling me who I'm chatting with?"
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A friendly and casual response that's suitable when you want to keep the conversation light yet are cautious about unknown contacts.
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"Thanks for the message, but I don't recall opting in for sales texts. Could you please clarify who you are and why you're contacting me?"
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This reply is for unsolicited sales pitches. It's polite but firm, asking for clarification and the sender's identity.
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"Hello! Your number isn't familiar, but I'm always interested in new networking opportunities. Can you tell me a bit about yourself?"
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This is a positive response for potential networking opportunities. It's inviting and expresses your interest in connecting professionally.
22. When You Want to Avoid Giving Personal Information
Reply Comeback
"Hi! I'm cautious about sharing details with numbers I don't recognize. Could you please identify yourself first?"
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A suitable response for when you're wary about sharing personal information with unknown contacts. It requests identification in a secure manner.
These responses cover a wide range of scenarios and offer a mix of politeness, caution, friendliness, and professionalism. They are structured to address different contexts in which you might receive an unexpected text message.
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Okay so now that I got the go ahead to spam your inbox with thirsts, be prepared for me to only shut up to go to sleep uwu(/hj)
Okay but imagine for the ones that use nicknames/dont really want people to know they work there:
You're a friend of theirs, but live outside the city/the other side, but after hearing all these great reviews you decide to head over to the cafe to check it out yourself. You asked them if they wanted to go grab a drink(without mentioning the cafe) but they said they were busy, so you head over alone. You sit down and your waiter arrives, as you turn to them, you make eye contact.
Or where youre new in town and become a regular to them. They always look forward to your visits and one day take the plunge and ask you out. Maybe a phone number on a napkin/receipt? Or "wanna go grab a drink sometime?" Written in icing on your desert.
(also, headcanon, someone once tried to put their tip under the strap of childes fanny pack. They were lucky to leave with their life lmao)
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Head over heels for them at the bunny cafe
With Diluc, Dain, Xiao, Scara, Dottore, and Baizhu
From my bunny cafe au
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Diluc/“Angel”
Tuesday nights are usually slow. Without fail, Tuesdays always drag on and on, it’s the only time when Diluc dislikes his job. That is, until you start coming in
You always have a grin on your face and order the same drink every time. You also always ask for ‘Angel’ every time you come in, leaving if he isn’t there. At least that’s what Kaeya and Zhongli tell him. Diluc has a small handful of intimate regulars who he chats with, he’d like to get to know you more too
Diluc recognizes a pattern to when you come in. You come on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, always after 6pm and you only stay until 11pm. He sneakily shifts his schedule so he can be there to see you every time. He denies it when Beidou asks…but she knows the truth. She sees how he looks at you
The two of you bond over similar interests and he has you be his taste tester for new drinks he’s thinking of adding to the menu. Every time he makes a new drink, he writes its name on a napkin and slides it to you across the bar before turning his attention to other patrons. A blue cocktail called ‘cloudy sky’, a yellow one called ‘sun drop’, a purple one called ‘bunny’s treasure’….And a red one called ‘Wanna go out to dinner tomorrow?’
You nearly choke on the drink as you’re reading the napkin, snapping your head up to look at the redhead but he won’t even meet your gaze, seemingly embarrassed. You hang around until his shift is over so you can chat while he wipes the bar down “I…I’m sorry if that was cheesy of me. I just can’t express myself with words very well, I do much better with actions. So please, let me take you out somewhere” he doesn’t look you in the eye but he doesn’t need to, you can see that he’s being genuine “I’d love to be with you outside of work”
“I’d love to go out with you, Angel. Will you still wear the fishnets though or no?~” “Don’t push your luck…”
Dainsleif/“Sweetie”
Dain is a friend of a friend, you’ve seen him around though you haven’t gotten to interact much
You’ve got friends staying over from out of town and they totally begged you to take them to this bunny cafe!! They’ve seen so many people talking about it online and they can’t believe you’ve never been!! You obliged only because you didn’t expect the breakfast crowd to be so large. The place is so busy, you can’t believe this is how it looks on a weekday in the morning!!
You recognize Dain immediately and as he seats you and your friends, you go to ask how he is “Oh! Hey Dain, how have you been?” He immediately tenses up a little, reaching up to gently rest a hand on your shoulder “Aha, I’d like you to avoid using my name here” he tells you softly, low enough that your friends can’t hear. He’s so close you can smell his cologne and chocolate on his breath. Then, all too quick he pulls away, handing out menus and explaining the day’s special
When he turned around to leave, you had to peel your eyes away from him DAMN!!! He’s got a nice ass. You and all of your friends share a look that assures you they’re all thinking the same thing. They also picked up on that little exchange you two had ;) they start to urge you to give him your number, not knowing that you two kinda know each other already!!
You guys eat your breakfast and loiter around a little in order to check out the other bunnies. You all split the bill, handing the cash over to ‘Sweetie’. Your friend winks at you as they take a napkin with your number on it, fold it, and stick it in chest of Dain’s uniform. He looks a bit flustered but doesn’t question the gesture, leading you all back to the front of the cafe to take a picture together before you go
You and your friends walk around the city for hours, until your feet are sore and arms hurt from carrying shopping bags. As you all collapse back on your couch after returning to your apartment, you get a text from an unknown number “Hey. Do you want to hang out sometime? I know we haven’t talked in awhile. It’d be good to get back in touch”
Your friends all whoop and shake your shoulders as you respond, setting a time and place for your date 0-0
Xiao/“Tofu”
Xiao lives in a small apartment in Little Liyue, just a few blocks from the cafe. When he goes to school, he takes his motorcycle. He’s kinda hard to miss, you’ve come to admire him. You guys have a class together at your uni, just some art appreciation class that he actually seems to really like!!
You’ve tried chatting with him on multiple occasions, talking about art or asking about his tattoos, anything that interests him since you just wanna learn about him!! He seems so interesting, you can’t help but be curious
He’s always ‘busy’ after classes so he can’t ever go on study dates, he says he has a job but won’t say what it is. You try guessing and yet you’re wrong every time but you feel like you’ve guessed correctly before…he just lied. But why??
You find yourself at the cafe when they have a promotion going on, they’re collaborating with a company you like! So you head on in to get a themed drink and snack, you don’t plan on being there long! That is…until you see a familiar face
What are the odds that Xiao would be seating you? He won’t look you in the eyes as he brings you to your table, clearing his throat “Is there anybunny special you’d like to wait on you today?” He looks so embarrassed. “I’d like it if you’d be my waiter today, Xiao-“ “Hey- Hey please don’t use my name here. It’s bad enough I have you seeing me here…”
You kinda feel bad now and from the looks of it, he does too. “I didn’t mean to say that. Sorry. I just didn’t want you to see me here before I could take you out on a real date…I thought you’d think I’m a weirdo or something” he still won’t look at you, he focuses his attention in shuffling the menus in his hands
“Of course I don’t think you’re a weirdo. This is your job” you assure him “And I’d be a liar if I said you didn’t look good in your uniform. Please, my uniform is so ugly, if anything I probably look like a weirdo when I’m there” “You’re not weird. You’re cute” Xiao blurts out, practically shoving a menu into your hands and walking away. You can see how he’s blushing, the tips of his ears are red
Albedo is your waiter for the rest of your stay only because Xiao can’t even look at you across the room without getting flustered. Albedo slips you Xiao’s number as you’re on your way out the door, winking at you as he seats a new group at the table you were at previously
You text Xiao to ask if he wants to go out for drinks this weekend. It’s almost funny how fast he responds “I’d love that” :)
Scaramouche/“Boss”
You’re kinda new around here and you’re looking for fun things to do in the city. You find yourself at Celestia’s bunny cafe after seeing so many positive reviews. Let’s just say you were shocked to see the place after dark
All of the pictures online depict a pink, sweet, cute cafe…But now that the bar is open and the lights are low, it’s a bit raunchy in here! And crowded
You get yourself a drink, squeezing through the crowd to find a spot to sit. Someone bumps into you and your glass tips, green liquid sloshing out and onto the floor…And someone’s shoes
That someone is a bunny. He puts a hand on your arm, looking down at the mess…Then back up to you “Were you just going to walk away from this mess you made?” “No! No, I was going to set my glass down so I could-“ “Don’t lie to me. Ugh, look at this. Now my shoes will be sticky all night” he narrows his eyes, getting a little closer “If it was up to me, I’d make you lick them clean~” with a cocky smirk and a little squeeze on your arm, he pulls away, disappearing into the crowd
You’re so stunned by that little interaction 0-0 how dare he speak to you like that!!…How dare he not come back and speak to you like that again…
You squeeze back through the crowd, chugging your drink so you won’t spill any more, managing to catch up to him “You again? What, are you gonna clean me up? Or just stand there gawking at me like a fool” oh archons you’re really falling for him…falling for a total asshole
“You’re the one who bumped into me, bunny boy. Why don’t you get me another drink” you hand your empty glass over to him, earning an amused smile from the bunny “You’ve got some spunk, huh? Alright, fine I’ll get you another drink”
That’s all it takes for you to become a regular of his, stopping by for the night shift in order to chat with him when things aren’t busy or to steal him away when things are busy
Dottore/Alain/“Doc”
You two met at an old job in your college days (Pizza Hut Dottore Pizza Hut Dottore-) so you’ve kept in touch. You’ve kinda had feelings for him for awhile but he just doesn’t seem to be picking up on your flirting so you decide to be a bit more forward with your advances
“Hey, Alain, do you wanna go get a drink this weekend? I dunno, I just think it’d be fun” “This weekend? Eh…I’m a bit busy this weekend. Maybe next week” As long as you’ve known him, you’ve never heard of him working on a weekend so you just kinda assumed he didn’t want to go out with you
So you decided to check out the bunny cafe/bar that everyones been raving about. Maybe you’d make a friend at the bar! Or just have a good time being waited on by hot men in bunny outfits, who could resist?
You showed your ID to get in around 10pm, the bar was open for the night now! You were seated at a table near the bar since it was so crowded. Kaeya took your order and as he moved away, you caught sight of a familiar head of mint colored hair
“- so lean over and take it!” You watch in shock as he spanks a customer with a wooden paddle, the customer’s friends cheering as they film the whole thing on their phones. You’ve never seen such a side of your friend…and you’ve gotta admit it’s pretty hot.
Alain looks over your way for just a split second, just enough for you two to make eye contact. He excuses himself from that table and makes his way to yours, leaning over the pink table cloth to get in your face
“Can I help you?” He asks, his voice sounding strained “What, did you fucking follow me here?” You rush to assure him that you didn’t even know he worked here!! You just stopped by on a whim!!
“Well… Obviously I’m at work right now. I told you I was free later this week. Let’s aim for Wednesday night, I’ll take you somewhere nice if you promise to never tell anyone I work here. Deal?”
The rest of the night is somewhat of a drunken blur. After getting roped into a drinking game with another table, Alain stuffs you into his car and drives you home. You wake up the next morning with a killer headache, a set of bunny ears you apparently bought and a sticky note reminding you of the date you two planned together the night before ;)
Baizhu/“Honey”
The first time you went to the cafe with your friends, Baizhu had been working. You had no idea that he rarely worked, you just assumed he worked there as often as his other coworkers did! ‘Angel’ was there most weeknights, Albedo was there almost every day, ‘Doc’ was even somewhat consistent with his hours but for the life of you, you just couldn’t catch ‘Honey’ again!!
You made it a habit to ask about him, asking other bunnies to pretty please look and see when he was scheduled to come in next!! You just really wanted to see him again! That first time he waited on you and your friends, you’d absolutely fallen head over heels for him! And if was like the guy just vanished into thin air!!
His coworkers always told you they had no idea when he was coming in again, laughing a little at your disappointment “He’ll show up again! We’ll tell him you’re looking for him, okay?”
Sure enough, when you stop by on a whim after work, there he is. Honey’s at the front desk, flipping through receipts with his glasses perched on the end of his nose, looking oh so elegant just like he did when you saw him that day three weeks ago!!
Before you could even say anything, you could hear Ajax yelling from inside “HEY HONEY!! LOOK WHO’S HERE FOR YOU!!!”
He looks up at you and gestures for you to come closer “Ah, so you’re the one who’s been coming here looking for me~ Here I am, master, what can I do for you?” You know he’s toying with you and you can’t help but blush
You ask him to have lunch here at the cafe with you, he actually seems happy to! He sits and chats with you for an hour or so, his coworkers leaving you guys alone since they know how badly you wanted fo see him
“I’ll have you know, I got so many texts about you that I came in just for you today” he hums “I must say I’m not disappointed. Will you come see me again? I’ll be here next Friday from 2-4” he pays your bill himself before sending you on your way for the night. You still can’t believe that he showed up just for you 0-0 and you can’t help but feel giddy just thinking about seeing him again
😵💫Please excuse any spelling/grammar errors it’s 1am 😵💫
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p!cc!Tommyinnit meets royal reader ( I dunno I am bad at titles)
Plot: This is a nobody to friends with Platonic!cc!Tommyinnit and (Y/N) in which the reader is a British royal and sees Tommy´s Vlogs and Streams and invites him to come and look around the Buckingham Palace.
Something I have to add before you read:
-Reader will be around Tommy´s age. (17)
-Pronouns: They/Them
-Strictly Platonic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There will be no romanticizing here! Get out if you are searching for that!
-siblings age(I needed to change some for plot purpose): George;12, Charlott; 9, Louise;6
-This is very long(around 10k) and will most likely have grammatical errors. I am sorry in advance.
Tw: There shouldn´t be any in here.
Anyway, have fun reading!
You are here - Part 2 - Part 3-(currently working on this chapter)
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It was a normal day, well as normal as it can get for me. I go to school from 8 am to around 4 pm. When I come back from school, I usually do my homework and then I have time to do my hobbies.
At the start of the pandemic, my little brother George always told me and my parents about the builds and adventures he had whilst playing Minecraft. I did not find the game to be that good when he told me about it nevertheless, I listened to him ramble and at some point, he started to watch some people play a roleplaying game on a Minecraft server.
He wanted me to play Minecraft with him seeing as our siblings were still too young to play any type of pc or console games.
I was not the happiest seeing as I still had homework that needed to be done every day. Notwithstanding his constant nagging, I started to play Minecraft with him.
I wasn´t the best or particularly skilled at the game. I died constantly mostly because of skeletons and creepers. Still, I tried to get better at the game and I figured out how to stay alive longer than before. It started to be fun when you are not constantly being laughed at by your younger brother. I even started to play whilst I was in class, I guess it was a good thing we didn´t have to go and only sometimes have our cameras on.
In any case, my little brother one day decided to tell me that, that wasn´t the way he wanted us to play. It wasn´t that I was bad it was just that he told me `no story is going on´ that he must find out more about. He wanted a story that makes him an adventurer or a hero like someone I never heard about before, someone named Tommyinnit.
After my brother told me about this Tommyinnit person I decided to see who it was, maybe I could try and make something for George so that he could be happy whilst we are in these social distancing and mask-wearing times.
But what I found might have changed more than just my little brother’s happiness, I started to watch the streams Tommy and his friends had. They were funny, chaotic and interesting! I slowly understood what my brother had been watching and saw what he meant by different things, like someone having a fox baby with a fish.
Setting aside that Tommy had something going on with liking my great-grandma so much because he was “very British” he started to grow on me. I got an idea of how I might have a chance to contact him, it could be through an e-mail, seeing as I don´t know where he lives.
It might have been a while later when I realised that the Corona cases got better, I started to write an e-mail to him stating who I was and what I wanted from him, I was almost sure he would take this mail as spam and not reply. I mean who would, it sounds kind of stupid.
I also told my dad about it, and the problems I faced, I couldn´t just e-mail someone and expect them to answer me. He told me that I could also just write a formal invitation and send it per mail to him. He told me that we have a special type of letter that is only used by the royal family. I told my dad that I don´t know where he lives so that I can´t send one.
At the end of a few more days, he got back to me and told me that he already found out where Tommy lives and told me the information that I needed to write the letter. I wrote in the letter just what I would have written in the email.
At the Simons household:
Motherinnit and Fatherinnit were coming home from shopping bringing in the mail, and with that, the special letter addressed for their son. “Hun, did you write yourself in to get some kind of spam letters?” Fatherinnit asked his wife after looking at the mail that they got.
“I didn´t. Why would I even do that? Let me see-” Motherinnit grabbed the invitation that (Y/N) send from her husband’s hand and started to read the envelope herself. “Well, it´s addressed to Tommy, I´ll go and hand it to him seeing as it looks to be real. I just hope he didn´t do anything stupid or get in trouble this time.”
At the end of the hallway, she could already hear Tommy laughing in the room where he usually streams in. She knocked and went to open the door as Tommy started to scream and tell her that he is indeed streaming, just as she suspected.
“You got a letter from someone today, it looks to be important so I am giving it to you now.” with that she gave Tommy the letter, as Tommy looked at the letter he saw to it that his address wasn´t leaked on the stream.
“Guys-Guys, hahaha look at this, this is a formal letter from one of the royals, it has to be Lizzy, she finally found out about me- and- hahahah” on the inside he was scared that it might be some bad news or that he did something that he now had to fix because he ran his mouth again and this time it might have reached the wrong people, but he had to keep up his internet persona so he laughed at every little thing that happened.
“I think- guys this could potentially go very wrong or just be a scam, but who sends scams in the mail, right chat?” he opened the letter and started to read it, first only to himself but after he read the whole thing he looked at chat with a happy face while not even registering what he just got in the mail.
“Okay, chat this- this is like really, really, REALLY big do you want me to read it out to you chat?” he started to egg chat on who responded with a positive reply. “Okay, Chat so what is written here is:
``25.11.2021
Tom Simons (online known as Tommyinnit)
Invitation letter for a Visit with overnight stay and a Stream/Vlog
Dear Mr Simons,
We would like to invite you to be a part of the visit with the option for an overnight stay and stream later and/or make a vlog from behind the scenes, located at Buckingham Palace in London. It is our great honour to have you as our guest at our guests’ Palace and Housing grounds.
We hope to receive the same support from you.
The event is prepared with the intention to show our acknowledgement of our most important mental health. Therefore this will be an outstanding opportunity for us to show appreciation for your business, but it is also the right time to strengthen our cooperation.
Please come early so that we can find a comfortable room for you. Please inform us if you are attending the event or not by 1.12.2021.
Hoping for your presence on that day. We look forward to meeting you.
Yours respectfully
(Y/N) of Cambridge, third in line for the Throne of Great Britain.´´
Chat, do you realise what this means?! This could be such a cool Vlog, imagine chat, like me, hahaha, in formal clothes- oh this is so cool chat!” Tommy was beaming, his head filling with ideas and a good amount of why he shouldn´t go.
“I really need to think about this before I say yes or no to this invitation tho, I also need to tell my parents about it. They won´t- I don´t think they would even believe I got an invitation for a- is it a private thing? I dunno hahah- but they won´t even believe me when I tell them that I got one! This is awesome! Hahahaha... well I will have to think about that later first we have Minecraft and then later we might start to play some other games with Phil and Tubb- oh yeah he is in AmErIcA, with RaNbOo! “ with that Tommy went back to playing on his pc before later going to his parents to talk about the invitation and if he should really go seeing as there wasn´t any information about his parents, when it will be or how everything will go in the invite.
They concluded that Tommy is allowed to go but he has to be available on his phone at any time. He of course agreed with them and started to write back to (Y/N).
His parents and himself decided that he should go and do the tour and maybe even go to the overnight stay, he could always leave if he decides to.
The idea of staying in Buckingham Palace for a night or two was a dream for him, and spending time with a royal that will show him around and tell him what they daily basis was even better! He already imagined what they would do and who he would meet then, what gaming setup they had to have to be able to stream and make a video.
But that all came crashing down when the intrusive thoughts started to appear in his head. What if he wasn´t good enough, that he would bring shame to his whole friend group and his parents or be weird in front of the other royals.
With the invitation in hand, he grabbed a pen and went to write a reply to (Y/N), telling them that he would gladly come but that he needs a little more information from them before he could be able to be there.
When the next day arrived he went to deliver the letter to the mailman himself to make sure that the letter would be bought to them as fast as possible. He even wrote that they could just contact him over Twitter or Discord to make sending information way faster than writing letters every time.
Back at the palace:
It was around a week later when the answer from Tommy came in the mail for (Y/N).
Their mother, Kate, went to go and accept the mail that they got from the staff, that brings it in every day. “Thank you, did anything important come in the mail today?” she asked the staff member kindly
“There was a letter addressed to your oldest, but other than that just normal mail from fans and the yearly calendar from former Prince Harry and his wife. We didn´t look into the letter sent to (Y/N) yet seeing as Prince William has informed us that there will be a letter arriving for them and to not open it.” the staff member told her.
Kate looked at the letters that were handed to her, thinking about from who it could be that her husband had told the staff that there would be letters for her child. It made her uneasy to know that her husband didn´t tell her about this before.
“Ah.. yes the letter, they will be happy that it arrived already. You may go now.” She dismissed the staff member and went on her way to confront her husband in his studies where he was on his desk doing his paperwork.
“Hey honey, did you go and get the mail already? I thought we wanted to do that together today.” he looked up at her. “I was already on my way from the entrance so I thought I will just take it with me, say when were you going to reveal to me that (Y/N) had a friend that they write letters to?” she went behind his desk to lay down a few papers he needed to work on and the letter from Tommy.
“I was going to tell you after I helped them find out where he lives so she can write him the information, but I forgot to tell you about it. I am sorry, I didn´t mean to forget to tell you. If you want I can explain the whole story as of why our child has taken up to writing letters to people?”
As he looked at his wife he seemed to be on the right path to making it up to her. “That would be for the best.” She said as she sat down in front of his desk.
At the same time as their parents talked about the letter, (Y/N) got home from school with their little siblings, that the driver had picked up with them.
“Did you see the last stream that Tommy did?” George said to them as they all went into the house to go do homework and study. “No, I didn´t have time, I had to do homework and it took really long to finish. After that, I still had a few other things I needed to do before I could watch the stream.” They tried to explain to their little brother, who didn´t listen at all and started to talk about what happened and what he thought about it.
As they all get inside they were greeted by their parents and went to go to their own rooms as (Y/N) got stopped by them.
“Your letter arrived today, we didn´t look inside but your mom now knows what’s going on.” Their father explained to them as they took the letter.
“Okay, I´ll... I´ll text you if it´s something important okay?” they looked at them as they let them leave to their room where (Y/N) promptly opened the reply from Tommy. As they read it they were ecstatic that Tommy would love to come over and to the idea that they could just text each other over Twitter.
They went on Twitter and started to text Tommy over their official account so that it wouldn´t be looking like a scam anymore.
Tommy replied almost instantly as he was on his pc and playing a few games with Phil and Wilbur.
“Oh nice, they just texted me that they got my letter! That´s really cool!” he said to himself but forgot to mute in discord. Which of course the other two could hear. “Who texted you, Tommy?” Phil asked with curiosity in his voice as he looked over to the screen where Tommy and Wilbur were on, they all decided that they would have their cameras on so that they could show stuff to each other without having to send anything. “Maybe he got himself a girlfriend, or a boyfriend... or a partner, all are fine!” Wilbur teased Tommy.
“Well actually, I was writing with (Y/N), you know the third in line for the Throne of Great Britain.” Tommy tried to show off so that he could get on Wilbur’s nerves.
The call went silent as Will and Phil both looked at Tommy, “Tommy ... mate I don´t think you are actually talking to them, it might just be a scam.” Phil said to Tommy as Wilbur breathed in a large amount of air so he could start to explain to Tommy that the royal family isn´t just available to text with over a few letters and that it would be a higher chance to be a scam than the actual heir to the throne.
“No! I am actually going to prove it to you right now! I´ll just ask them about their Discord and then I´m going to invite them to the call, just give me like a minute or two okay?” with that the call went silent again as Tommy left to go and ask (Y/N) about a call right now.
(Y/N) was already on their pc as they got a text back from Tommy explaining the situation and asking them about their Discord. Even with homework that still needed to be done, they went to go be in the call with Tommy, where they both talked for a few minutes and them explaining why they started to write letters to Tommy and not just text him from the beginning.
“So imagine you get an e-mail or a discord message from a random person saying that they are third in line of the throne or if the letter thing would have been worse. So, I told my dad about it and he found out where you live so I could write the letter!” they explained in a rush.
“Well if you put it like that, I guess you are right I would have just ignored it and gone on. But it is kind of weird that you know where I live now you know?” Tommy clarified.
“Anyways, Phil and Will are both probably already wondering where I went for so long so let’s just join them in the call okay?” Tommy said as he left to go back into the call where both males were waiting for Tommy to get back.
“I am back! And I got them to be in the VC with us!” Tommy exclaims as (Y/N) joined the call. “Hello! I´m (Y/N), it´s very nice to meet you.” They said as both Phil and Wilbur looked at their pc screen to see if their camera was on, it wasn´t so Wilbur wasn´t convinced that it could be real.
“I don´t actually believe that you are who you say you are. Tommy could have easily just gotten a friend online and used a voice changer to sound like that!” Phil was in the same kind of idea as him. Wilbur went on to say that they could just turn on their camera so that they could make sure that it was not just a friend of Tommy´s faking it.
Having no other choice but to turn on the camera (Y/N) explained that they don´t feel comfortable knowing that they could just take screenshots and make a lot of news out of it.
“But if you are seriously not joking about taking any pictures then, here...” they turned on their camera putting on their best smile that they use for paparazzi. A small wave later and Wilbur and Phil both look at the camera again with a face of disbelieve and shock that Tommy actually knows a royal. “Are they okay? Is this normal for them to do Tommy?” they ask whilst glancing over and seeing that even Tommy looked like he had seen a ghost.
As the time went on they all started to get along nicely and even asked each other some questions, but with the day slowly closing in they had to split ways and with that also stop the call. Everyone went their separate ways with Tommy and (Y/N) being the only ones left.
“I will send you all the information that you will need okay? But you can probably come over after the covid-cases come down a bit. Until then, we can call or text each other now seeing as we don´t need to write each other letters anymore!” (Y/N) said as they looked at the monitor where Tommy was playing some games.
They said their goodbyes and went to end the call.
~~With (Y/N)~~
It had been a few weeks after Tommy and I have talked over discord, I send him all the information that he will need and went to tell my parents. They were happy although sceptical at first about Tommy coming over to do all the things we planned on doing.
My parents also talked to his, seeing as both our parents wanted to meet the others first and plan everything so that Tommy would have the best experience, so we arranged a discord call where the parents could plan everything that needed to be done beforehand.
They chose to come over together as a family with the intention of staying for the garden party that was held every year by my great-grandma.
His parents were really nice too, I mean why wouldn´t they? We didn´t do anything to them, but we needed to make a plan on how to get them in without anybody noticing that someone arrived.
If the paparazzi found out we wouldn’t hear the end of it for days, and the surprise for everyone would be ruined. So we made a plan, with the Simons having to arrive here by either train or by car the options weren´t that big, and seeing that my parents nor I could go outside without getting found by the crazy camera people we chose to just let them arrive by train and then get chauffeured from one of the car´s that we have that way they could arrive normally until they get in a car and the driver already knows where to go and what route to take when they arrive here.
We also talked with my great-grandma (the Queen) about having them as Guests at her annual Garden party, seeing as most of them are not going to be there because of the Corona-Cases. She agreed that they could come as long as they are already fully vaccinated and have a negative test every morning. They also have to wear the best things that they have seeing as more press would be there.
Now it was time, they would be coming over today, I already wrote with Tommy and told the driver every information that she needed to get them, what they looked like, what they are wearing and where they would be arriving from.
It was a few hours that I haven´t heard from Tommy or the driver, but I also had to prepare for their arrival with my parents and siblings. I told George that we would be getting special guests and that we had to be watching over them because they didn´t know the way around the palace, he wasn’t that thrilled about watching our siblings and three other people.
I saw to it that the rooms were the closest to ours and that they were easy to find. Seeing as his parents also came along made it a little harder to find the best rooms, but I made it work.
When I got a message on my phone that Tommy and his parents were now in the car on their way to get here, I grew anxious `what if they didn´t like this and only do it to not seem rude?´
“(Y/N)? Are you coming, your guests are arriving right now.” My mother told me as she walked around the corner leading to my siblings and my room. “Oh, Hunny. I know that face, that´s the face your dad does when he is second-guessing his work. I can assure you that everything will be fine and that they actually want to be here. They are not here because they want anything with the paparazzi, we asked then that ourself.” I looked at her and tried to think about all the fun that we were going to have at the Garden party and making the vlog.
“Now come on your siblings don´t know who is going to come out of that door. They are already waiting for you and remember: as long as the door is open you need to smile and seem as friendly as possible, after they close you can calm down.”
She was right of course but I still didn’t like the idea of them just being here as to not be rude. ”Okay, let´s greet them and get them inside before any more trouble can arise from the paparazzi and tourists.” I looked at her when we started to walk towards the entrance.
“Who are we going to meet, Mom? Is it that one guy from over the sea again? With the weird hair!” George looked at our mother and then at me expecting me to just tell him who was arriving, but at that moment where I wanted to tell him, the doorsman screamed that the Simons Family has arrived.
George looked at the door with an expression that I couldn´t really describe, shock and confusion maybe, with a little hint of nonbelieve. He turned to the door that opened and all three stepped in they looked at us and made a bow, we were fast to close the doors so that they could all take in a breath of air and calm their nerves.
After the introduction of everyone, George was hiding behind me so he could be close to Tommy but not be too close seeing as he still didn’t know much about him other than his Minecraft content.
“I hope that it´s okay that I already started to film for the Vlog? I didn´t want to miss this opportunity! I also already made a little recording on our way here, the way from the train to the car was also really interesting! The only thing I didn´t like where all the paparazzi trying to take pictures of us in the car. But you already warned us about them and the lovely woman also told us to hide our faces with books or our sleeves.” Tommy said after everything started to calm down.
I looked at my parents and we were all okay with the recording just that a few faces had to be blurred in the final cut, like my siblings and the staff members and later on even the other guests at the party even though be wouldn´t be vlogging that much.
“How about you show them where they are going to stay for the few days they are here, (Y/N)? I am sure that all of them are very tired already, seeing as it is already a little late. We can show you around tomorrow if you would like.” My dad said after we saw that Charlotte and Louise, were starting to get very tired and yawn a lot.
“That would be great, thank you.” Tommy´s father said as he was starting to feel the effect of the travel-filled day.
“Okay, just follow me then it´s not that far! It´s also really close to my sibling’s room and mine. I don´t know when you will wake up but breakfast will be starting at 7 am and go until 10 am. I wrote everything down for you so you can just relax today. If you want I can come to pick you up at 8 am so we all have enough time to eat. It will be a very stressful day tomorrow but that’s okay.” I tried to explain as easy as possible to them. When we parted ways I went to tell Tommy where my room was so if they needed something they could just find me there.
I went to go to bed seeing as it was already very late now. I was thinking about what we would be doing tomorrow and their behaviour at the party. I am sure everything will be fine.
~~Next Day~~morning~
I woke up a little early but began to get ready to wake up the Simons, hoping they already were awake.
I went to do my daily routine and went to check out what time it was, 7:55 am, right on time then. I began walking to the door and knocked on it, I got an answer by seeing the door opening and all three of them standing there ready for breakfast.
“I take it that you are already hungry? Well then follow me, I´ll show you the fastest way to get to the mess hall where we can get food.” I saw that Tommy had already started to vlog our way to the hall, he pointed the camera to the ground with the reasoning being `I don´t have to edit out so many faces! Also, Wilbur told me that it´s better this way!´ I looked at him and started to laugh because of the course he did.
“But remember not to film at the table, it´s considered rude just as much as being on your phone. Also when the Queen is there just follow my lead and bow or do a curtesy okay? If not you would also be seen as rude. There are a lot of rules now that I think about it, like start with calling her `Your Majesty´ also don´t touch her if she wants to give you a handshake don´t use your full hand and release it as soon as possible, but with corona still around she might not do that. I think that should be all. Right in time for us to arrive.” I looked at Tommy and his parents, they had slightly shocked faces.
“Did I run you over with the rules? Want me to explain them again?” I looked at them growing anxious that I did something wrong.
“You mean to tell me that we could potentially walk in on the Queen eating?!” Tommy said shocked, I was now slowly understanding what was going on. They never met the Queen before and walking in on her eating was of course something that not everybody got to experience.
“You do realise she could also just meet you when she walks around with her dogs right? She lives here sometimes, most of the time not but when we have the garden party then the chances of her being here already is very high.” I tried to calm them down but I think I might it worse.
“It´s going to be okay, I am going to introduce you so that nothing can go wrong. You are dressed properly and are hopefully not just going to hug her when she doesn´t want to. So you all will be fine.” I looked at them as Motherinnit went to double-check her boy’s outfit for the second time.
“Tommy, your shirt is being poked out from your pants, and put away that phone! Haven´t you heard what they just said?!” Motherinnit was the real hero at this moment, Tommy put away his camera and I went to open the door. Before being stopped by the announcer that I and the Simons have arrived to eat.
“Please rise for (Y/N) of Cambridge, third in line for the Throne of Great Britain. And their guests of honour the Simons Family.” With that, we stepped in and I looked directly into the eyes of my great-grandmother, the Queen. I looked back at the Simons and showed them what we do now.
I went in front of the Queen to make a small courtesy with Tommy´mum, Tommy and his dad bowed. When we came up I went to go and wish my great-grandma a good day and that they were not used to having their name called like that which gave her a small chuckle. We got invited to sit with her which we did after they told her to have a blessed morning and Tommy was very shy around her.
Following our breakfast I took them on a tour of the Palace, with Tommy recording some of it, we looked at the preparations of the party that was later today, and then went to see the maze that we had around a few blogs of walking. It was fun, they got to meet some of my other family members, like Uncle Harry and his wife Meghan. They were taking a stroll around the palace like we were, it was very fun to talk to him after not seeing him for so long.
But knowing that the party grew closer I had to bring them back to their room so they had enough time to change and rest their feet from all the walking we already did.
~~Later~~Evening
After I went to take a shower and then got ready for all the cameras that were going to be there, I went to make sure that the Simons were okay and ready to start the entry. I walked over to their suite and knocked on the door just like I did this morning to wake them up.
“Hey, just making sure that everything is good? The Party is starting soon and I will have to go with my siblings so you will not get announced but you will be with the other guests.” I said as they let me in. “What do you mean? Won´t it be just like this morning?” Tommy asked as I stood in the entryway.
“Well, no. At first, it would seem like that, but for us to be announced together we would have to be together, like a couple. And seeing as we are not, we are not going to be announced together. But you will not be announced at all seeing as only the family members get that. So you could say that you just got to a very backyard dinner party. Hahaha..” I tried to lighten the mood by joking around a bit. It didn´t help but I tried that´s all that I can do.
“Well, are we even going to sit together? Or how is it going to go.” Asked Motherinnit.
“A very good question, I think because we are going to sit together because you are my guests. So I will only not be there when you arrive but the staff can show you where you are going to sit. I will be joining once I get called out, the press gets all their pictures of us and we can have our peace from them.” I answered with a slight tone of annoyance.
The worst part of being a royal is truly the part where you don´t get your own privacy because of constant press around you.
“Well, then shall we get this over with? And another thing Tommy, place put away your camera I don´t think it´s very polite to take it with you to this party.” Fatherinnit chimed in after seeing his son already look if his camera still had enough space and battery for the day. The whole walking and talking took a lot out of the battery earlier.
“It would be okay as long as you don´t put it in other people´s faces like some of the paparazzi do. But it would be okay if you just show your own face on it and talk to it as long as it´s not too loud.” I said as I looked over at him, he started to smile like a child on Christmas when he heard my words of confirmation to take the vlogging camera.
After a final check, we went to get them a staff member that could take them to their rightful seats, as I had to leave them to meet up with my family for the announcements at the door.
As always I went to go last after my great-grandma was called up, then my grandpa with his siblings, my parents, uncle and then finally it was my turn with my three little siblings. It was the first time that we children were going to be standing in front of the camera alone without parental guidance.
When we got called up my heart was beating so fast, I could barely see anything with all the lights from the cameras, but as the oldest, I had to hold Charlott and Louis hands whilst George was standing besides Louis, I couldn´t stop now. They were all counting on me. And the faster I got this over with the faster I could go to talk with Tommy and his parents. So I kept on walking in front of all the cameras with a light smile and holding firmly onto the hands of the other two.
When I sat down beside my parents and Tommy I could barely hear what was going on behind me with the other guests as the press was escorted outside as to not disturb us any longer. They got their pictures, some of them didn´t seem to like that idea too much as they began to push against the security that called for backup.
When the backup arrived the cameras and reporters seemed to realize that they were in trouble for not following orders from the security.
“You did well (Y/N), you were leading your siblings with so much power that you looked like you were going into battle!” Tommy said as I came back to register. Everyone was proud of me for taking that like a ruler. Which was good, I needed to be a good leader for when I get the throne.
“Thanks, I can´t remember much except for the thought that I needed to get through that as fast as possible I could feel how scarred Louise and Charlott were trying to be so brave but couldn’t take all of it and the lights were really bad too.” I looked at my parents expectedly, as they nodded and smiled to give me reassurance.
The only thing we did after that was eat and film a little for the vlog, Tommy showed me that he actually filmed the whole thing with my siblings and me, I do have to say I looked way cooler than I felt.
With that the music and the flower watching came to a stop sometime around the next morning, when the Queen had already stated that she would go to bed and the party-goers went to bed I bought the Simons back to their room´s. Wishing them a good night and telling them about when I would come back tomorrow morning to get them to breakfast.
~~Next Day~~ Morning
At around 10 am the next morning I got up and ready for the breakfast that was held later than yesterday.
I walked over to Tommy´s and his parents flat to see if they were awake yet. Right as I was going to knock the door opened and out stepped Fatherinnit.
“Oh, I was going to go over to your room and knock to see if you are awake yet but it seems like you beat me to it. Hahahahaha” was his first reaction to seeing me with my fist in the air about to knock.
“Yeah, I wanted to do the same thing, and get you to get breakfast.” I answered as he stepped aside to let the other two through the door so we could start the walk to the mess hall.
“So do you have anything else planned for today? Seeing as the party was yesterday?” asked Tommy´s mother on our way there.
“Well, I need to get my usual tasks done but after that, I should be free, it is a Saturday so there is no rush to go to school or do too much school work, maybe I´ll play some Minecraft with George later.” I answered as I thought about what I still had to do today. “What about you? Anything you want to do here before you go back home tomorrow?” I looked over to them with a small smile.
“Yeah, my parents are going to go on a walk around London seeing as it was a while when they were last here. I on the other hand don´t know what I will be doing today.” Tommy said before his parents could answer themselves.
“Well you could walk around with me and film more for your vlog, and if we get the chores done fast enough we could try to stream from my room. If you want to of course.” I said before thinking it through.
Tommy looked at me with excitement “Really?! I could just follow you around with my camera and film everything that’s going on!?” Thinking about it the second time, this might not be the best course of action.
“Sure, but maybe not everything, for example, something that is supposed to be not seen by the public. Or I could take you all the way up to the flag pole. On top of the Palace.” I said whilst seeing Tommy get even more excited if that was even possible.
Before we could make any more ideas we were at the mess hall, I´m going to miss walking together with someone to the mess hall, it gets lonely when you only have your family around you that you can´t even tell everything to.
~~Later~~after eating
We had an uneventful breakfast with some of the other guests. It was a little boring seeing as they had no interest that we could share, just like always we talked about the cov19 cases and all that not really something that I liked to talk about over dinner.
As we walked back to our rooms, I told Tommy´s parents to not forget their entry tickets so that they could always get back inside after being outside in London.
We even went so far as to walk them to the door, because it was a little like a labyrinth inside the palace if you don’t know your way around it.
“Well, do you want to start your vlog now? Right in the entryway of the Palace? Or do you want o wait on that?” I looked over at Tommy who had already grasped his phone from his jacket.
“I´ll just film some stuff now that I can talk over later. So we can just stay here for a few moments talking about what we are going to do and then we go do the chores! I am really excited to do this so thank you for the opportunity, I don´t think I have said that yet.” I smiled at him as he positioned his phone in the window to show us.
“Did your parents make you say that or where did that come from? It´s no problem I think we both get something out of it so, you are very welcome.” I said as I looked at him, he did a moked face as if I just insulted him whilst walking back from the window.
“I would never do any sort of thing like that! And just to clarify my parents did not make me say that to you! They definitely didn’t talk to me before we went to eat breakfast this morning!” he answered like a child.
“Okay then. What do you want me to do now? Just stand here or...?” I looked at him whilst also looking at the camera.
“Oh- hahaha yeah- wait no- eh just I´ll just stand here for a bit and then you can come in and then we will start to walk where we are supposed to go, on our way there I´ll just point the camera down to our feet again if that´s okay for you?” I nodded at his explanation, after a while of standing on the side and seeing just waiting I decided to walk to him.
I tapped him on the shoulders as he faked being jump-scared by me, I smiled and motioned him to come along, he grapped the camera and we went to our first chore that needed to be done.
“So the first thing we will be doing today is talking to my great-grandmother, the Queen. That means that you are not allowed to have the camera on or have it been seen by her. We´ll just walk in, get some papers and mail that are for my parents, then we´ll see if she has anything left that I can do and if not. Then I can show you where you can go to the flag pole, with her permission of course. We can´t just walk up there and fool around y´know?” I told Tommy as he got the camera from the window and went to point it at the floor.
Once we got there I was halted by the doorsman, asking me what they should announce for Tommy.
“You can just say that he is Tom Simons. There is no need to overdo it.” I looked at Tommy as he pointed the camera at the very decorated door. He seemed to film it very closely as to show how much detail went into making it.
“Tommy, are you filming the door in which the Queen sits behind?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Wait- she is behind here?! I-I didn´t know that I am really sorry-I-“ he started to panic over having filmed the door. I started to snicker seeing as it was just a door. Nothing special that was not allowed to be filmed.
“Calm down Tommy, it was a joke, she is still waiting for us to enter.” I said as I heard the doorman announcing us. I walked in and made a small curtsey in front of her as Tommy bowed beside me.
I could already see how scared he was to be in the same room as her. “Can you stop doing that (Y/N)? I think I told you enough times to not do that when we are not in front of cameras.” She scolded me with a smile on her face, “And you are Tommy? You know, I did see a video about you when George showed it to me. I have to say it was entertaining and you may stand up straight again.”
Tommy´s smile was gigantic, “Th-Thank you! I put a lot of work into my videos but to hear it from you, Your Majesty, it is truly an honour!” as we talked to her about what we had to deliver to my parents, and what we wanted to do later she seemed to have a lot of fun, that she normally didn´t have when talking to other people outside our family.
It was fun to be walking around with Tommy and showing him around the Palace that you usually didn´t get to see, we sometimes had to stop our walking for him to take some good videos showing the view from some of the windows.
I never thought about taking so long just to deliver the letter to my parents. Nonetheless, it was very fun to see someone be so excited about looking outside our windows doors and the view in general.
I knocked on the door of my father’s office to give him his and mothers work, I came back outside with Tommy after a few moments. My parents didn´t have anything to add to our to-do list so we went to the top of the Palace so I can show Tommy what it looks like from the top.
“ This is really cool. You can look so far from up here!” Tommy said as we got to the top of the stairs that lead to the roof.
“Yeah, but you need to watch out so you don´t fall to your death! It´s too windy up here for us to go to the edge. But we can watch from here, we are also not allowed to touch or go too close to the Flag. It´s against the law, I think. At least that’s what my parents told me and my siblings so we don’t come up here so often. But just to be safe they made railings up here!” I screamed at Tommy so his camera and he could still hear me.
We filmed a little more around the roof but then went back down just to film some other stuff around the palace. With the day coming to an end we had enough camera footage of the gardens, rooms, roof, and view for Tommy.
“So you still want to stream? My parent’s aren’t here yet. I also left them a note stating that I was with you. Just in case they forgot.” He said after we were back in the hallway where our rooms were situated for the time being.
“Sure, let’s stream to surprise everyone! Do you have all your passwords with you? So you can just log into your account.” I looked at him as he ran back into his room to grab a book where the passwords stood.
“Yes! I wrote them down in case I forgot how they are written. A really good idea when I think about it now.” He smiled as we began our walk over to my room, where my pc and setup stood waiting to be used.
“I don´t know if it´s a good set up but I can stream and I am able to play Minecraft, so that’s already a lot to work with.” I turned around to Tommy as he looked around my room before noticing me pulling in another chair for him to sit in.
“Huh? Oh- don´t worry this will be enough. I just need to log in and start the `starting soon screen´ so they can come in when we start. But what do you think the title should be?” we thought about it for a minute when we got situated in front of the pc.
“I don´t know, maybe: `surprise stream! (with a guest)´ ?” I wrote it out to him so that he could see what I mean better.
“That is a good idea! The mystery will be there and the people want to see who the surprise guest is! That was really smart. Okay, I have now started the starting soon screen so they shouldn’t be able to hear us yet. So you want to come in after I announce you? Like- Like the doorman always does? I think I can try it out. I heard it too after for it to just fail my mind!”
“How about you just let me sit at the side and then I will be coming over and just be next to you for the stream? What are we planning on doing anyway?” I looked at him, as he turned around to look at me.
“You- you did plan this far-right?” my face turned into one of anxiousness. He slowly looked away from me keeping his face the same as before. Not moving a muscle.
“Well, hehehehe you see... I did not plan this far ahead. We could just watch a few media shares that people send in? Or every time someone gifts fifty subs we have to change the player in Minecraft, like when you play then the donation comes and then I have to play until the next one? Or not fifty gifted maybe just ten or fife?” He was brainstorming ideas for what we could do together.
“I think we should just start the stream and see how the chat reacts to this, maybe after something will come up that we can all play together! Oh- almost forgot to tell you, this will probably end up on the news because the media will find out about the meet up with me and a Twitch streamer, in the palace. We may be even trending on Twitter for this.” I looked at him with a forced smile that was purposely bad.
“Well, then we just have to play the best games for us to have fun and not think about what could all go wrong for this! So let’s start the stream!” he said as I rolled a little bit to the side as to not be in the way of the camera.
“Hello everyone! Yes, you did read the title, didn´t you? Hahaha, you will never guess where I was yesterday and today! I mean you can kind of tell by the background and the position of the camera that I am not home yet. But that is okay because we are at somebody´s palace. No, it´s not Tubbo´s palace- does tubbo even have a palace? Anyway-“ he kept on talking to chat as I made sure that I looked good enough for the stream, the paparazzi would have a field day with having so many shots of me after this stream.
“Anyway chat! Do you want to find out who this mysterious person could be? I´m 87% sure that some already know them but most of you probably don´t, well you don´t need to wait any longer they are already sitting right next to me so they already know what´s going to happen. And please remember chat, be nice and remember to not make them uncomfortable we are streaming from their pc! Anyway, please welcome (Y/N) of Cambridge, the third in line for the Throne of Great Britain!”
He rolled to the side as I came into view smiled at the camera. “Hello.” I greeted as I looked over to Tommy, “I thought I told you to not introduce me like that, now look at chat. They .. are so fast, how do you read them like this?” I motioned to the little chatbox that was open on one of the screens in front of us.
“Well, they usually that fast so I just get used to it or hover my mouse over it to make them slower or even stop.” He explained to me whilst also checking if everything works as it should.
“Anyway, chat. Don´t mind them I am still the one that streams and needs your attention. What we are going to do in today’s stream is not yet chosen so we might change things up with Minecraft, q&a, try not to laugh or maybe even Geoguesser or just talking.” Tommy exclaimed happily as he already knew how to captivate his viewers.
I was mostly just sitting besides him as we played a little bit of Minecraft and then some q&a with the chat. Of course there were some questions that both of us didn’t want to answer and just ignored but most of the chat was really friendly and it was a lot different than being asked questions from the press.
“How did you guess meet each other? I was wondering when that question would come, do you want to explain your part and then I can tell my side of the story?” Tommy looked at me for an answer.
“Sure, so I wasn´t actually going to look at some people on the internet that were playing a block game, but my little brother who is ironically named George, played it a lot and wanted to play like the others on the internet so I just tried to find what he meant. With that, I found Tommy and the other on the Dream SMP and wrote Tommy a letter for the invitation here. I think that sums it up really good.” I said as I looked at the screen where I saw that the chat was really happy with the combination
As Tommy went on to tell his side of the story I was intrigued as to how many viewers were watching us right now and seeing the large number I was shocked. I never would have guessed that so many people were going to come to watch someone talk about how they met another person from the internet.
“Oh- Will is writing something on Discord- Wil you know you can just come into the VC with us right?” Tommy looked at discord and then at the camera. “I don’t think that (Y/N) has anything against talking with Will again right?”
“Of course not! Wilbur is a really nice young man with good manners. I think he should come to talk to us.” I looked at Tommy and then at discord seeing that Wilbur was joining the VC.
“Hello, again your highness.” Wilbur greeted me whereas Tommy just scuffed that he was here too. “I didn´t know if I should join but then you said all those really nice things, so I just had to come in and thank you. I am with Phil and Kristen right now but that´s okay they can still hear you. I hope that’s okay.” Tommy and I just looked at each other confused as to why Will was with Phil but he probably had his reasoning.
“Hello, Phil! It´s really nice to meet you, Kristen! I don´t think that we have had a conversation yet.” I smiled as I heard her reply it was not very loud she must have been farther away from the mic but she gave me a greeting back.
After the introductions were done we all went to play some games together and still talk about things that we did the last few days. Where Tommy just looked at me put a hand in front of his mouth making a silent symbol and I nodded.
It was going to be a surprise for the chat that we had made a vlog at the party and around the palace. We only said to the stream that there would be a vlog coming out sooner or later depending on the cutting would take longer or not.
With time other people also joined the VC talking to us and asking questions that they wanted answers to.
Tubbo was a really nice guy, for example, he just came in the discord to say a few things and then leave but got stopped by some other friends of Tommy, they also wanted to talk and play some games with us.
But because just talking would be a little boring Tommy started to play on the Dream Smp, where he told me to start building a house right beside his dirt hole, so he could protect it the best way that he could.
It was a lot of fun to be able to relax a little with Tommy and not having to always be watching the many rules that have to follow when around other people.
Not only did a lot of friends from Tommy come into the VC but George, the small one we called him, came into my room where we were streaming.
“(Y/N)? Mom said that I can play Minecraft with you.. hi, tom! But can I please play Minecraft with you now?” he came in and said as I was starting on the walls of my house.
I looked at Tommy and then back at George, asking that he could build my house with me. Tommy nodded excitedly as he waved back at George.
“Okay, but I am building a house right now. Do you want to help me finish it? We have a lot of materials that we could use for a cool house right next to Tommy´s.” I looked at George thinking that he would rather build away from Tommy and the wooden path.
“Can I also sit in your lab? I don’t want to get a chair? Oh, and do we have mushrooms so we can make it like a mushroom house? Or do you want to build a really normal house? I can do Redstone traps so no one can get to it and destroy it later!” he was just as excited at Tommy when he walked over to sit on my lab.
“Sure you can build a trap so it can protect our house! I was thinking about building a normal cottage that is seen in the woods sometimes. Or in a field, we could make a field around it to grow our own food!” I looked at Tommy and George as he started to build.
It took us a while but we did get to finish the whole house whilst also getting Tommy to change the scenery around and on top of his house.
After a while, my mother came in and went to get my brother back in bed so he could be alright the next morning. We decided to end stream after that and head to bed ourselves so we could get up early again the next day.
When I went to bring him to his room I noticed that his parents also were back from the trip that they went on.
We all went to go to bed and get up the next morning. IT was time for the Simons Family to get back home. I was a little sad seeing that I grew to like his presence in the palace.
“Well, I hope you had a good stay here and that you will like to visit again! Maybe next time I can come over to you or you come over to our actual house and not the palace that my great-grandma lives in.” I tried to explain as I was stumbling over my words.
“I am sure we can arrange that to happen. It was really fun to play games with you and walk around!” Tommy stated as he was hugging me for the last time, we then went to send them to the cab that would send them back to the train to their own home.
As soon as Tommy was back home he opened discord and wrote (Y/N) that they were safely home and that they could play games over the internet next.
Maybe playing a block game wasn´t a bad idea.
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He Would Tear the World Apart
Summary: During a raid, you're taken hostage. Shouto doesn't take the news well, and will do anything to get you back.
TW: kidnapping, abuse, alcoholism mentioned, Enji Todoroki's bad parenting, mental torture, dissociating, injuries, blood, angst, mentioned character death (no one actually dies), a lot of swearing, chains, starvation, dehydration, that sort of thing. If there's anything I missed, please let me know! Also, there is a happy ending, so it's angst to fluff!
A/N: First and foremost, I have no medical degree, I have no idea what it's like to dissociate, so anything medically incorrect is because I am not a doctor, though I am currently working on getting my psychology degree. I'm sorry if this offends anyone, that was not the intention. I have no idea what went through my head to make me write all of this in an hour, but here you go. Also, please read the trigger warnings, and if you don't like it, don't read it. Anyway, I might make a part two to this if anyone is interested. Feel free to spam my ask box, or slide into my DM's if you want. Please interact with me, I adore you all.
Aizawa sighed as he stepped into the conference room. He sat down heavily in his usual seat, and Nezu climbed onto his shoulder, as was custom after so many years, despite the situation they were in.
Again.
"As you have all heard, one of the second year students, (Y/N), has been taken. She was last seen on a raid with the hero she was studying under, and we haven't heard anything from her since this transmission."
Nezu pressed play on a recording and her voice floated through the air.
She was panting, and she was whispering, but Aizawa knew that it was her.
"To anyone receiving this transmission, this is hero-in-training Tempest, I'm pursuing the criminals associated with the gang 'The Numerals'. I've been separated from the others and my comms have been compromised by one of the members. Please, send back-up."
There was a pause where all they could hear was her breathing, and suddenly she yelled, "Hey! You, stop!"
There was static, and then there was nothing.
"We have received information from one of our recon teams that they have taken her to their base of operations, though we don't know exactly where that is yet. We have also, as a school, received a ransom demand. Her parents have yet to be contacted about this."
Copies of the notes were handed out to the teachers, and they all frowned, clearly thinking the same thing Aizawa had thought.
They were a school, what kind of school had this kind of money sitting around?
"What is the girl's quirk?"
"She can create different types of storms in her hands," Aizawa supplied. "As of the end of last year, she could make a hurricane for a few minutes at a time, sometimes a dust storm, and I know for a fact that she was undergoing training over the summer, so it might be more than that now. Under extreme duress, she can make a full scale electrical storm in a building or outside, but only if her life is threatened."
"So, not helpful for getting out of this kind of situation?" one of the other teachers chirped and Aizawa nodded.
"No," he agreed. "Though we should be checking for any strange storms and freak electrical spikes."
"Do any of the other students know about this?" Hizashi asked.
"No, and we need to keep it that way," Aizawa told his husband.
"Why?" Vlad King asked.
"(Y/N) is Todoroki Shouto's girlfriend," Aizawa replied, then waited for that to sink in before he continued. "If he finds out that she's gone, or that's she's been kidnapped and harmed . . . ." He shook his head a few times before he added, "He would tear the world apart to get her back."
"Fuck," someone mumbled, and Aizawa nodded.
Pretty much everyone that was at U.A. knew what that girl meant to Shouto, not to mention the people at Endeavor's agency, and the one that (Y/L/N) was working with.
"Alright, so what's the plan?" Midnight asked.
"We plan a rescue mission," Nezu said. "We're working with nearly every police force in the country to try and figure out where they're keeping her. We have a rough area," he clicked onto a photo of a map, one area to the far north highlighted in bright red. "But there's nothing we can do until then, we need a warrant and evidence."
"The life of a child isn't enough?" Midnight asked. "Especially such a beautiful girl?"
Everyone went quiet, the mood somber and heavy.
"Aizawa, you spent more time with this girl than anybody," one of the third year teachers said, "how likely is it that she'll find a way out on her own?"
"It's a possibility," Aizawa admitted. "She's a very capable student, on par with Midoriya, Todoroki, and Bakugou, but they know what she can do. Not to mention that sources tell us she was injured, though we aren't sure to what extent. And the longer she spends with them is more time Shouto has to figure out what's happening. Not to mention the other students. We need to get her out as soon as possible."
"Agreed," Hizashi added.
It was no secret that Present Mic and Eraserhead had both taken a liking to you when you were in Class 1-A, all of the teachers liked you, and you were a solid foundation for your classmates.
You were a calm presence, and everyone, Bakugou included, had gone to you for advice at some point, though it was all for different reasons.
You tend to be a level-headed person, but when you felt strongly about something, nothing was going to stop you.
People, Shouto mainly, would start to sense the lack of your presence, and Aizawa wasn't ashamed to admit that he wanted you back where you belonged.
"We can't keep him, Shouto I mean, in the dark about this," Hizashi murmured. "He's one of the best up and coming heroes."
"Not to mention," Aizawa added, "that we plan on flooding the streets with her photo. We've already sent it to all of the major hero agencies involved with the search, Endeavor's being one of them. If we don't tell him, his father will, and we all know how volatile that relationship is."
Everyone in the room shuddered at the mention of the father and son duo and nodded.
"Aizawa, All Might, it might be better if you both told him," Nezu said. "You both have the best relationship with him in this room, and you might be the only two that could hold him back if he reacts violently."
"And he will," Aizawa mumbled, already standing from his chair.
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Shouto knew something was wrong.
He hadn't seen or heard from you in two days, almost three, and the teachers were acting suspicious. There were fewer of them in the halls, and Aizawa was even more tired than usual, with dark worry bags under his eyes that the students hadn't seen since the Bakugou Debacle in their first year.
The last he had heard, you were going on a raid for some gang members that were selling some sort of hallucinogenic drug based off of a mirage quirk.
You hadn't contacted him or come back since.
"Young Shouto, can we speak to you for a moment?" All Might asked, making everyone look up from what they were doing.
Despite the dorms no longer being completely necessary, (the League had backed off a little bit in recent days, and there hadn't been very many Nomu attacks lately), most of Class 1-A, now 2-A, had moved into the dorms for their second year, you and Shouto included.
"Does this have to do with (Y/F/N)?" he asked, standing quickly.
"Unfortunately, yes," Aizawa said, voice somber.
"Todoroki, do you want us to come with you?" Midoriya asked, getting that look on his face.
"If it's about (Y/F/N) then they all deserve to know too," Shouto said. "And I would feel better knowing they were here."
"Of-Of course," All Might replied, glancing at Aizawa nervously.
"(Y/L/N) has been kidnapped and is being held hostage as we speak," he told them, as blunt as ever.
Aizawa ripped his goggles off right before Shouto blew.
One half of his body erupted into blue tinted flames, and the other exploded in a rain of ice, but they evaporated quickly under Aizawa's gaze, and before any damage could be done to the dorms.
Everything went dark in his head, and his feet were moving before he even had a chance to fully process what his former teachers had been saying to him.
"And where do you think you're going?" Aizawa asked, raising an eyebrow as he moved to intercept him.
"To find her," Shouto snarled, and he didn't even recognize his own voice. It was several octaves lower than normal, and there was a rasp to it that had never been there before. "To get my girlfriend back."
"You don't even know where she is," Aizawa said. "We don't even know where she is. Besides, you're too emotionally involved."
"Too emotionally involved?" Shouto said, his voice too calm, his eyes too dead.
Everyone in the room took a step away from him. Everyone except Midoriya and Bakugou.
"Too emotionally involved?" he repeated.
"Oh shit," someone whispered, though Shouto didn't know who it was.
"That is my girlfriend. That is the love of my life and you're telling me that I can't get her back because . . . I'm too emotionally involved? What about when Midoriya went to get Eri? Was he too 'emotionally involved'?"
No one dared to point out that it was nowhere near the same thing, but there was a collective thought about it in the room.
"That is my fucking girlfriend out there," he snapped. "I will work harder than anyone to get her back. I will be the one person wholly invested in making sure that she stays safe."
"And that is why you can't be one of the people in on this," Aizawa told him. "The others are her friends, but you? You are way more than that, and that means that when it comes down to it, you can't make a clear-headed decision on whether it's worth it to try and grab her or not. Because she'll always be worth it to you."
"Damn right she will," Shouto said, staring Aizawa down.
No one had heard Shouto swear this much at once, if ever, depending on the person. He was starting to sound like Bakugou, and the others knew immediately that if you weren't back soon, he was going to blow.
"Look kid, I understand," Aizawa muttered. "I really do. I understand how you feel, I would do that same thing for Hizashi, but I also know what I would do, and we can't have that in the investigation. What would (Y/F/N) want?"
"She would want to be here!" Shouto shouted. "She would want to be teasing Bakugou in the kitchen, making sure that everyone had a blanket for movie night. She would want to be curled up with me on the couch watching bad romance movies that the girls cheated their way into picking out and making sure that I-!"
Shouto stopped as the emotions got lodged in his throat. Tears threatened to spill over as his vision got blurry, and the others were there to catch him as his knees gave out on him.
"We'll get her back kid," Aizawa assured him, crouching down, touching the top of his head softly. "We will get her back."
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Your head was buzzing as you came back to consciousness and you suppressed a groan of pain.
Consciousness hurt.
You did a short mental tally of your injuries.
Your ribs were definitely a little bruised, if not cracked or broken. Your lips were split in at least four different places each. One shoulder was definitely dislocated, and the other was hurt in some way. Your left ankle was bruised and swollen, broken probably. Your head probably had a huge gash if the blood running down the side of your face was anything to go by, and you were definitely concussed on some level.
Apparently getting your head slammed into solid concrete by someone who had launched themselves off a ledge would do that to you.
You were in what looked like a basement of some sort. The walls were solid concrete, there were pipes running overhead and dripping on you randomly, which wasn't appreciated, and there was insulation and plaster showing through here and there.
"Finally awake sleeping beauty?"
Your head whipped around to see your kidnapper, but your head protested and so did your stomach, despite the fact that there was nothing in it.
You suppressed a groan, trying to keep your stomach where it belonged.
"Ready to tell us who the informant is?"
"Go straight to hell," you muttered, when you were certain you wouldn't throw up on yourself, glaring at them.
"I still can't believe you were fucking stupid enough to kidnap a child! She doesn't know shit," the other man snapped at the first.
"She has to know something!" the first guy snapped. "She was in on the raid!"
His quirk allowed him to change his voice, so he wasn't using the real one, he sounded like a guy that smoked twenty packs of cigarettes a day.
The other guy you had started calling Sandy in your head. His quirk was similar to yours, he was able to turn anything he touched into sand, and then use it. He mostly made sand storms, and that's how they had gotten the jump on you in the tunnels.
One had blinded you while the other had carried you away, much to chagrin of the Sandy.
"I'm in training," you rasped. "I'm hero-in-training Tempest, from Class 2-A at the school U.A."
They hadn't given you anything to drink in the last two days, from what you could even remember of it, and you knew that you weren't going to last much longer, having been dehydrated when they had taken you.
They had kidnapped you from the raid site, and then spent six hours driving around like morons trying to cover their tracks, before driving for an unknown amount of time before they had dumped you in here. You had been unconscious for the secondary part of the drive, and you knew that with everything going on, there was the possibility you were experiencing retrograde amnesia.
"They don't tell me the important stuff like that. I get told when we're going on raids, and what my part in them is, and that's on the very rare occasion that they happen during my shifts. Most of the time, I'm on patrols around the city," you told them, taking a break in your little speech to spit blood onto the floor by your leg. "You need directions, I'm your girl, but you need to know who's a rat, sorry, I can't help."
You would've shrugged, but your arms were chained to the wall behind you, and every time you moved your right arm it made an awful clicking noise that you knew wasn't natural. Your left shoulder was dislocated as well, meaning your arms were pretty much useless.
One leg was operational, but barely. You were so far out of commission you wouldn't be surprised if U.A. kicked you out to recuperate.
U.A. wouldn't, and couldn't, pay the ransom. You knew that. The best hope you had was that you could act your way out of this, or that they planned a raid to get you out.
They had done it for Bakugou, why not you, right?
Shouto passed through your thoughts, thoughts about what he might do to get you back, but you shut them down as soon as they entered your head.
You were trying to keep him in a safe place.
You hoped that Shouto never learned about this. About where they were keeping you, what they had already done to try and get you to talk.
He was your safe place now, safe and away from this building, wherever you were. You thought maybe if you could keep him out of your head here, it was a way of protecting him from the reality of your situation, even if he already knew.
"She's a kid," Sandy snarled, pointing at you viciously. "She's a kid. You know the Boss' rules about kids and you broke almost every one of them!"
"Yeah, well-"
"Guys, hey, I hate to interrupt," you interjected, "but I really have to go to the bathroom."
They both stared at you for a moment before Sandy asked, "Do you promise to not try and escape?"
"Buddy, I don't know if you've looked recently, but I doubt I'm doing anywhere," you quipped. "My ankle is obviously demolished, my head was cracked open like an egg, thanks to your buddy Darth Vader over there. Not to mention, I'm dehydrated and starving, and don't even get me started on how much my ribs are killing me right now, probably literally. Do I look like I'm in any shape to try and escape?"
Sandy frowned, glancing at you like this was the first time he was seeing the extent of what had been done to you.
"Alright, I'm going to undo the chains, but you can't try to escape, you'll only make things worse for yourself."
"Death seems preferable at this point," you grunted, trying to hide the pain you were in.
"Don't you have healing supplies?"
"How am I supposed to use them when I can't move my fucking arms?" you asked, wiggling your fingers in emphasis. "And you morons confiscated my belt, which had them all in it! You know what my quirk is! What did you think was in it? Explosives? No, I leave that to Dynamight."
"Fuck," Sandy muttered.
"Why do you care so much anyway?" the voice dude asked.
"Because if she dies then that means no money and no chance of surviving prison again. Do you know what happens to people who mess with kids in prison? Nothing good."
You logged that little piece of information away, trying to focus on their features, but with your concussion, your eyes weren't the hottest.
"Can you move?" Sandy asked you as he worked on unlocking your chains.
You couldn't help the cry of pain when your arms dropped to your sides, tearing stinging your eyes as you bit into your already roughed up lip.
"Shit. Can we get a medic in here?" Sandy shouted.
A door opened and someone stuck their head in. Sandy repeated his demand, and the door shut again.
"Why are you doing this?" you whimpered, trying to keep your voice even.
If they were sadists, any fear or pain you showed only gave them what they wanted.
"Because we don't have a choice," Sandy said. "The Boss gave us somewhere to belong, he gave us a place off the streets. We owe him. We would've died."
"Shut up," Smoker snapped, and you glanced at him.
"I have a headache, and it comes and goes as you talk. Please, for the love of all things holy, shut up," you hissed to Darth Vader, wanting to touch your head, but not being able to for multiple reasons.
Sandy touched your shoulder lightly and you cried out again, moving automatically to hit him, but your other arm twinged, bringing more tears to your eyes.
"Sorry," Sandy murmured, pulling his hands away.
You took a shaky breath, waiting for the pain to dull before you said, "There's no way I'm moving from this spot without being in pain, and I'm definitely going to need help."
"Holy fuck, you two morons were two lucky blows away from killing her."
You glanced over to see someone with a med kit strolling leisurely down the stairs.
"Hello Tempest," they said, giving you a bright smile.
"Hello Med Kit," you replied, giving them a grimace.
"You can call me Himo for now," Med Kit said. "Do you mind if I take a look?"
"You're going to whether I want you or not, but sure, go ahead," you muttered. "It's not really like you can make this any worse."
"I could break almost every bone in your body and keep you alive while doing it, so I could do so much worse, but that's not the goal here," Himo told you, setting to work.
"So what is the goal? Since I'm assuming that I'm never going to get out of here," you said, glancing around.
"Why do you think that?" Himo asked, ignoring your first question.
"Because I've seen your faces, I know your quirks, I know a general area of where I'm being kept, unless someone used a teleportation quirk of some sort. I know the school won't pay the ransom, my parents don't have that kind of money, and my boyfriend's father would never pay to see me safe and sound. He would probably twist his son's grief to get him to be compliant," you grumbled. "Besides, I'm a hero, hero-in-training, whatever, it's all semantics. I'm basically your arch-nemesis. Isn't that what every villain wants? To kill the person in their way?"
"We aren't villains," Sandy muttered.
"You break laws put in place to protect people, you attacked a minor, then kidnapped her after assaulting her, and you are trying to get a ransom for me," you pointed out. "That doesn't really scream 'hero' or 'civilian' to me."
"Have you ever though about who writes the rules? About how money can manipulate everything? The system is flawed, and we are going to make sure people know it," Darth Vader snarled. "Do you understand how unfair the world is?"
"Don't talk to me about the world being unfair," you whispered, your voice dropping, every muscle in your body tensing. "My boyfriend loves his mother more than pretty much anyone in the world. Her parents, his grandparents, arranged a quirk marriage, and she had four children she didn't necessarily want. Her husband drove her to near insanity, enough so that she poured a kettle of boiling water over my boyfriend's face because he looks like his father. His father has already managed to get one of his children killed, and he considers the other rejects because they don't have the quirk he wanted them to have. He's a different kind of monster, and he's not in jail.
"My own father verbally and mentally abused me for as long as I can remember. My mother and I were zombies until recently, when I decided I had had enough and my mother finally found the courage and will to leave his sorry ass in the gutters where it belongs. My father always had enough alcohol in his system to make him a human molotov cocktail. I had little to no self esteem until recently, and I still struggle to understand and comprehend that I am worth love. I am still learning to respect myself. So you don't get to preach to me about how unfair the world is buddy, we all know," you snarled.
"The hundreds, thousands of kids out on the street know. The women and men that get raped, and continue to see their own personal monster roam free know. The kids that get hit every day for not being what their parents want know. That's why people like me exist, to put away the monsters wearing human skin. That's why my friends and I try so hard to be heroes. It's not about the glory, or the money. It's about bring people to justice, it's about making sure that people feel safe. It's about giving other people something that we never had."
Silence echoed through the room as what you said sank in.
You hadn't meant to burst like that, but you were sick and tired of these guys using their shitty lives to make other people's lives shitty too.
"Why are you a hero, Tempest?" Himo asked.
"Because I want to save people," you replied. "I just told you that. I want to make sure that every child like me knows that they don't have to be their parents, that there is another option. I don't want the abused becoming the abuser. I want to make sure that the people doing the bad things get put where they belong. I want to help the kids that have nothing to lose, I want to help them realize that they have everything to gain. I want to give people like you hope."
There was no use in lying to them, they were probably going to kill you anyway. Besides, it might help you build rapport, and they might let you go when they realized that they made a mistake.
"People like us?"
"People who think that there isn't another option. People who have been shown nothing but the horrid parts of the world, the horrible parts of humanity. People who don't know what it's like to be loved completely by somebody, both good and bad. People who think that they owe someone who isn't worth one minute of their time. Good people who strayed too far from the path."
There was silence for a few minutes before you said, "I've seen a lot of real villains, people who aren't capable of basic human emotions, I've seen people who have no humanity in their eyes. They are the villains, they are the monster under our beds personified. People like you, you just simply wandered. You aren't lost, you're just further to the side than some other people. It would be easy for you to walk the path again."
You paused, thinking over what you said, then added, "Well, it wouldn't be easy necessarily, but it would be worth it."
"You still have the naivety of a child," Vader snarled.
"Call me what you want, naive, innocent, optimistic, I've heard it all, but in the end, I'm right," you told him.
"And how do you know that?"
"Because, at the end of the day, I know that every life I save isn't just one life," you replied. "That young woman I saved, she might have kids some day, or foster a child that needs a loving mother. That child I shoved out of the way might help the suicidal child in his class. Every life I save touches other people's lives. As hard as it is to believe, no one is ever truly alone in the world. Every smile I give to a stranger might make their day, might help them live long enough to find the thing that makes them happy. That's why I'm a hero."
More silence.
Your face heated, but there was something in their faces that told you they had never thought about it that way before.
"So, is there anything you can do to heal me?" you asked, breaking the silence.
"Like I said, these guys were two lucky blows away from killing you, I'm surprised that you're still alive, actually, everything considered. Your head will heal on it's own, but there might be a little scar left. However, your ribs might take longer. Three are cracked, and four are bruised. Your ankle might need surgery to get it back to the way it was. It's definitely broken, and there might be small bone particles floating around in there, I'm not entirely sure, my quirk isn't that detailed I'm afraid. Not to mention that, from what I can see, your shoulders just need to be popped back into place. One was dislocated more than the other, but it will hurt."
"Can't hurt worse than the state I'm in now. So what can you do? I'm assuming that taking me to a hospital is out of the question."
"Well, I can treat the cut on your head, relocate your shoulders, and I can see if someone else can take a look at your ankle, but everything else will have to heal on it's own."
"So there isn't much?"
"Nope, we don't have the equipment needed for your ankle here, and, like you said, no hospitals."
"Fucking gre- wait a minute, to you guys still have my belt?" you asked, perking up a little.
"Yeah, it's over here," Sandy said, walking over into the back corner, pulling your med belt out.
"Hand it over. I promise there's nothing too harmful in there. There are some painkillers, but it's just Midol. It's all medical stuff," you said, wincing as Sandy dropped it into your lap.
You opened it, taking out a small device.
"What does that thing even do?" Himo asked, looking at it warily.
"It's not a communicator or anything," you hurried to explain. "I made some friends in the support courses, so I asked if they could make me a device that works like an X-ray would. Himo, take it."
He took from you gently, which you appreciated, and turned it all around, trying to figure out how it worked.
"Alright, see that little button on the top left, yeah, right there. Click that button twice, like hitting the home button of a phone."
Himo did as he was told, and the screen blinked to life.
"Alright, hold the over my hurt ankle, and it should be able to show what's going on. Or," you added, "it'll blow up. Hatsume is kind of unpredictable like that."
Himo's hands tightened on it, but he did what you asked, and was clearly surprised when a detailed X-ray appeared on the screen.
"Holy shit, it worked!" you cheered, grinning.
"You have some very talented friends," Himo told you.
"I know right? She's a little quirky, but she's great at what she does!"
"How are you able to smile right now?" Sandy asked, looking at you with something akin to wonder.
"Don't get me wrong," you started. "I'm fucking terrified, but there's not much I can do in this situation. Besides, from what I can tell, other than the initial assault, you people don't want to hurt me. You want something from me. In this scenario, what I'm guessing, is that you want something from me, so you're going to be nice, and make me want to help you out, or make me feel like I owe you one, and then, when I don't comply, you'll either torture me to try and get what you want until I die, or you'll just kill me right off the bat."
Himo winced, and Sandy twitched.
"You guys really hate the thought of me dying, don't you?" you asked, cocking your head to the side, despite the protect of your brain. "Is this one of those scenarios where kids should be off limits?"
"We may be bad guys, but we have certain priorities," Sandy admitted. "Kids are a sore spot for most of us."
You nodded slightly. "I can see why. You guys said something about being on the streets? I know that sometimes kids band together, that's how they survive. I'm assuming you've lost friends."
"Smart kid," Himo murmured, eyes darting over the X-ray.
"Sometimes they give us profile training," you admitted. "Besides, I've been working on my psychology degree."
"Wicked smart kid," Sandy quipped.
"Alright, so I can set your ankle, there isn't anything wrong with it other than the obvious fact that it's broken," Himo said, handing the device back to you. "Riko, I'm gonna need your help."
"With what?" Sandy asked, looking skeptical.
"Can you hold her legs down? I need to relocate her shoulders before I do anything with her ankle, just because I have a feeling she attacks when she's hurt."
"Good instincts," you muttered.
"I'm a doctor," he confessed, grinning. "You learn a thing or two."
"Sorry about this," Sandy said.
"I wouldn't worry about it too much," you told him. "As long as that's all you do I'll considerate your way of trying to make up from everything else."
Sandy snorted, holding your legs just below your knees.
"This is going to hurt," Himo warned.
"I would be surprised if it-"
You clenched your teeth to try and keep your scream in as Himo popped your right arm back into place.
The rest of your body bucked, trying to roll away, but Sandy, Riko, had a firm hold on you.
You panted as the pain started to fade a little in your arm.
"Sorry, I've found it works better when people aren't expecting it," he said.
"Son of a bitch," you gritted out, spitting blood off to the side. "I bit my tongue."
Riko chuckled, shaking his head.
"Alright, now for the other one," Himo murmured. "I really don't understand how you managed to take this much damage."
"At least I only broke my ankle. My friend Deku has broken both arms, both legs, and both hands before. I think he's broken almost every bone in his body sa-"
Himo popped your other arm back into place and you couldn't stop the tears that flowed down your cheeks at that one, your jaw almost cracking with how hard you clenched it to try and keep the noises in.
"Fucking fuck," you muttered when the pain pulsed into something a little bit more bearable.
"Better?" Himo asked, prodding your shoulders.
"Yeah," you admitted, moving them slowly. You dug around in your med belt, pulling out two pieces of metal and a small bottle.
"What is that for?" Himo asked.
You pushed a button on the metal, and they extended to the required length.
"It's for a splint, or a cast," you told him. "Once you set my ankle, you put the metal on either side, and I can spray this one. It's a special kind of plaster, don't ask me how it works, I have no idea what's in it, but it'll hold until my ankle is fully healed, then it'll fall off on it's own."
"Amazing!"
"Heroes, when the respond to disasters, often have to set up triages until other emergency responders can arrive, so we have to know a little bit about basic medical treatments in emergencies like that. So a lot of us have belts and such to keep medical stuff in. I also keep duct tape and glue in here. You never know when you're gonna need it."
You pulled out some painkillers, popping two in your mouth, taking them dry.
"How?" Vader asked, sounding horrified.
"Hate to break it to you, but when you're a teenage girl, especially one learning to be a hero, when you don't always have time for water, you learn to take pills dry."
"TMI," Vader muttered.
"Hey, jackass, you asked," you told him.
Riko and Himo chuckled.
"Alright. Riko, see if you can get a hold on her, this is gonna hurt like a bitch," Himo warned. "Li, hold her other leg down."
"Don't use my fucking name!" Vader shouted.
"You know, I wouldn't have known that was your real name if you hadn't reacted that way," you told him. "Heroes are also trained to pick up on certain behaviors like that."
Li grumbled, but did as he was asked.
Himo situated himself, then said, "Get ready."
The pain had you blacking out before you knew what happened.
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"I knew something was wrong," Shouto muttered for the umpteenth time in the last ten minutes. "I should have gone with her!"
"Dude, it wasn't even your mission," Kaminari told him. "There was nothing you could've done for her."
"Yeah you half-and-half bastard," Bakugou chimed in. "Besides, we're gonna get her back, so shut up and try and think of something useful."
Everyone had leapt into action when it had sunk in that you were in serious danger. It didn't take long, and no one wanted to acknowledge that it was worrisome.
They had split up into teams.
Midoriya, Bakugou, Shouto, Kaminari, and Kirishima were working on the maps that had been given to the students.
Momo, Jirou, Uraraka, Mina, and Tsuyu were going over the interviews with raid members, trying to gather up information on what had happened, trying to see if there was a traitor among them, other than the undercover agent that they had been told about.
Tokoyami, Ojiro, Shoji, Sero, and Koda were helping the other heroes do recon missions and patrols in the area where they suspected you were being held.
Sato, Shinso, Hagaruke, and Iida were working on the case files of all the known members of the gang that you had been going after. Surprisingly, those four were the only ones able to hear about the things that some of the gang members had done.
Hagakure was crying softly to herself as she read, but no one could pull her away from the files.
"I have to know," she kept saying. "I need to know about what they did so I can help when we get her back."
Sato didn't know you as well as the others did, so he was a little less effected. He were itching to get you back, but the others had spent far more time with you personally.
Shinso, on the other hand, was powering through them, wanting to know what he had to avenge when they got to that building. He wanted to know what they might be doing to you so that he could have far more reason to get them arrested.
Iida just wanted something useful to do.
"They just cleared building seven in section 3-C!" Aoyama called from his spot the progress computer that they had set up in the common room.
Aoyama was in charge of letting them know what had been cleared, what was under suspicion, and what they had ruled out completely.
"Fuck, that pretty much clears that grid section," Bakugou muttered, forcefully crossing an abandoned apartment building off his map.
"They might need to expand their net," Midoriya added. "No one knows where she is. There's the possibility that they aren't even in that area."
"I hate this!" Shouto burst out. "I feel useless just sitting here!"
"It's either this or you get stuck back on the sidelines," Bakugou reminded him and he clenched his fists.
He just wanted you back safe and sound by his side, preferably with his arm around your shoulders.
He'd been trying to remember the last thing he said to you before you had gone on that raid, but he couldn't remember.
He hoped that it was 'I love you' or something similar, but not knowing was killing him.
"Todoroki-kun," Midoriya said, laying a hand on his arm. "We will get her back."
"Yeah, we aren't giving up on her, no way in hell," Kaminari added, eyes flashing gold in the lights of the common room.
"She never gave up on us, it's not manly for us to give up on her," Kirishima chimed in.
"I know," Shouto said. "I trust you all."
It went unsaid, but understood, that when it came time to get her back, Shouto was going to be the one leading the rescue.
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A week later, Himo came into the basement and said, "Do you think you can walk?"
"On one leg maybe. Why?" you asked.
Your ankle was wrapped in the cast that you had taken out, but your ankle was feeling a little better than it had been. It still throbbed every once in a while, but it could've been worse.
"The boss wants to see you."
"Oh, the big boss," you griped, rolling your eyes. "He wants to see me he can come down here himself."
Himo hesitated, but he nodded, heading back upstairs.
You had known that there was an undercover agent in the gang, but you had yet to figure out who it was.
Every member of the gang seemed to know that you were there, that, or they were much bigger than you had anticipated.
So far, Himo and Riko were your top two suspicions, given that they were the only two that were actually kind to you, but you had a small part of you that wasn't sure.
The door opening a few minutes later announced the arrival of the leader, and you steeled yourself.
"You fucking morons," the man muttered, rubbing his eyes like he had a headache. "What did I say about kids?"
"Sorry Boss, but we didn't have a choice," Li said, stepping out of the shadows.
He had been stay with you for the entire week, and it was clear that you didn't have the kind of rapport with him that you did with Riko and Himo.
You had been trying to make a storm, something, to let the someone know where you were, but you had idea of knowing whether it was working or not. You were in the experimental stages of the large storm capabilities of your quirk, and you were completely drained at the moment.
"What's your name kid?" the man asked.
His hands were covered in rings, and scars littered the little bit of skin his tailored suit showed off.
You had seen Shouto in high class clothes for gatherings that he was required by social convention to attend, so this guy was either rich, or so far into debt that he was on the run from the banks.
"You can call me Tempest," you said.
"(Y/N). Second year at U.A. Class 2-A student, and one of the new public favorites," Li said.
"Aw, you looked me up, how sweet," you taunted. "But like I said, I prefer Tempest, it sounds cooler."
"Far enough," the boss said.
He was wearing a mask that covered the top half of his face, and a fedora type hat, so there wasn't much to catalog, but you did anyway.
"Are you here to kill me?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, despite the way it made the chains rattle.
"No, not if you give me what I want," the man said. His voice was deep, and he looked like he was in his early thirties, but you weren't entirely sure.
"I don't know who your rat is," you stated.
"How do you know that's what I wanted?"
"When I woke up on day two, your Sandy man and Darth Vader over there were talking about it. Vader actually asked me about it." You paused, then said, "You guys do realize that I'm right under an intern right? I'm not high enough to know about UC's. Think of me like the intern's intern. I'm lucky I even got to go on the raid."
The man watched your for a moment before he said, "I hate it when people tell me the truth. It means I don't get to have any fun."
"Sucks to be you then," you replied. "So what happens now?"
"You get broken," the man said, reaching out to touch your forehead.
"Good luck with that," you muttered when he pulled away.
Then the visions started.
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"Everybody get up!" Aoyama shouted. "Up, up, up! Someone called in a noise complaint late last night!"
Class 2-A poured into the common room.
Shouto, Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero ran in with no shirts on, and Kaminari fell trying to pull his shorts up over his Pikachu boxers. Shinso was already in there sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee clad in a t-shirt with a cat meme and dark jeans.
The girls poured in in a mix of pajamas and hoodies that they had stolen from the boys over the last week, their hair a mess and dark bags under their eyes.
"What's going on?" Shouto asked. He knew that his bags were darker than anyone's, and no one had seen him sleep in almost three days.
"Late last night someone called the tip line anonymously to complain about screaming from a condemned building smack dab in the middle of section 1-A. Someone checked into it and there has been a lot of activity in that area lately," Aoyama explained.
He had given up trying to keep up the sparkly attitude, though some of the French had stayed.
"Is there anything else?"
"Guess which gang has been operating in the middle of that area?" Shinso said, having stayed up with the sparkly blond.
"The Numerals," Shouto said.
"Tres bein!" Aoyama replied.
"Have the heroes been notified?"
"They started a conference at three this morning," Shinso said.
"And no one told us?" Shouto asked.
"They wanted to let us sleep. They know how hard we've been working," Shinso replied.
"I'll sleep when we get her back," Shouto snapped, heading for the conference room.
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Aizawa shouldn't have been surprised when his former students streamed into the meeting that was being held to rescue (Y/L/N), but he was.
Though that might have been because most of the boys were shirtless and the girls were clad in their pajamas, and hoodies that were clearly not theirs.
"Catch us up," Shouto demanded.
"Shouto, what are you-"
"Shouto, you are aware that this is merely to scope out the building, correct?" Aizawa interrupted, glancing at his former class.
"We don't fucking care," Bakugou snarled. "You're going to catch us up, and you're going to let us join, because she's our friend, and we're the strongest team that you could ask for."
"We can't, in good conscience, let kids into-"
"Do we need to mention all the times that the League has attacked us in the last year? Not to mention Gentle Criminal, Stain, the whole Chisaki ordeal, should we go on?" Midoriya asked, frowning.
Endeavor went to talk again but more students started to talk.
"We can help," Kirishima chimed in. "We want to help."
"Besides," Kaminari added before any of the adults could chime in, "the more hands you have the better it'll be. We can capture more members and get her back. It's a win-win scenario. Gangs are known to be disorganized. If you can get word to your informant about a stealth mission, you might be able to get both them and (Y/L/N) out with minimal risk to them both."
"And we have useful quirks," Jirou supplied. "Kaminari can kill any power they have, Bakugou and Midoriya are good for taking stuff down, so are Kirishima and Sato. Todoroki is more than capable of restraining anyone that he comes across, and I can tell you where people are, how many and so on."
"Not to mention I can make communicators that are much harder to disconnect," Momo piped up.
"People don't really know about me yet," Shinso said, hands in his jeans pockets. "They don't know my quirk, so they're much more likely to fall for me, which is more than helpful for you, since it makes fighting back much less likely."
"We want to get her back, me more than anyone," Shouto said, arms crossed over his chest. "We can useful. Besides, I don't think I need to mention all the times that we've stepped in without your permission and gotten the objective completed while keeping everything legal."
Aizawa sighed.
"We really should just let them help," he said. "They're going to keep pushing, and I don't want any of them expelled and arrested. They are some of the best up and coming heroes. Besides, they all make good points."
"I feel the need to point out," Midoriya chimed in, "that the more of us you take, the more heroes you can have causing a distraction, or the more you can release to recharge and work on other things that are starting to take precedent, like the drug that the gang is manufacturing and selling."
There were more whispers, and finally the heroes sighed.
"Alright, but you're working with Eraserhead and Endeavor, since they're going to be leading the mission with Fatgum."
"We can work with that," Bakugou said. "But we want permission to engage if necessary."
"You would have that anyway," Fatgum said.
"We also want credit if we find her," Sero added. "We aren't going to let possible attackers think that we're defenseless. They take on one of us, they take on all of us."
"That can be discussed," Present Mic assured them.
"This should go without saying," Shouto began, "that I get to ride with her in the ambulance when we find her."
"Everyone assumed that anyway," Midnight told him. "Don't worry Todoroki, no one is going to keep you away from her."
Endeavor opened his mouth, but sharp looks from everyone had him shutting it again.
The students nodded.
"Now catch us up," Bakugou demanded.
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You couldn't remember when you had stopped processing things the proper way.
You couldn't remember a time before the nightmares.
They talked to you, they wanted you to know about an informant. Sometimes Shouto appeared, smiling and reaching his hands out to you. Sometimes your father walked in, drunk as always, shouting at you to do better.
You retreated in on yourself.
You turned to that small part of your brain that you had made to wait out the fighting, the yelling, the hurt. You retreated into the part of yourself that you knew no one could ever enter but you.
Shouto was there like he always was. He wasn't entirely your Shouto, but he wasn't the nightmare either.
He was a figment of your imagination, but he made things a little bit better.
"I'll come," he assured you. "I'll find you."
You were lying in a meadow, a small clearing surrounded by trees that were bent over you to create a small dome of shade.
"I know you will," you told him, reaching your hand out to him.
He touched his fingers to yours, but you couldn't feel it.
You remembered someone in the past calling it dissociating, but you weren't a professional yet.
You had never done it at U.A. since you had never felt the need, but this wasn't something that you would ever be able to forget how to do.
You could still see the nightmares, but it was like it was far away, background noise.
"Do you think that you'll ever go back?" Shouto asked. "Do you think that you'll ever go back to me?"
"Maybe, if the nightmares ever stop. If I think that it's actually you that I'm going back to," you said, watching him carefully.
"Do you remember the last thing you said to me?" Shouto inquired.
"Yeah. I said, 'I'll always come back to you'. Why are you asking me that?"
"Do you remember what I said to you?"
"You said, 'Promise me you'll be safe?' I was about to go on the raid, and you were upset about not being able to go with me."
"Do you promise to remember that?" Shouto asked.
"Yeah, I promise," you told him, smiling a little.
"(Y/F/N)! Oh, darling, what did they do to you? (Y/F/N), can you hear me?"
The nightmare was getting better at looking like the real Shouto, and this one had the same voice.
"Go to him," the dream Shouto said, sitting up.
"Why?"
"(Y/F/N), blink if you can hear me," Shouto demanded.
You forced yourself to blink.
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Shouto couldn't describe to absolute relief it was to see you blink.
He had seen the discarded cast off to the side of you, and he wasn't sure whether you would be able to hear him in that state.
"Hey darling, come on, we're gonna get you out of here, I promise," he murmured, touching your face lightly.
"Sh-Shouto," you rasped. "Shouto, wh-what was the last thing that you said to me?"
"Darling, don't try to speak," he told you, trying to figure out how to cut through the chains without hurting you.
"Shouto, what was the last thing that you said to me?" you asked again, reaching up to grab his hand.
"'Do you promise me that you'll be safe?'" he said, eyes roving over you to try and see any wounds. "That's what I said to you."
Your eyes widened in surprise before tears slipped out of your eyes.
"Sho, it really is you!"
"Darling, hey," he murmured, touching your face softly.
You were sobbing now, fully body sobs, and Shouto wanted so badly to take a moment to just relish in the fact that you were safe, but he had to get you out of there as soon as possilbe.
"Tsukuyomi," Shouto called. "Can Dark Shadow cut through chains?"
"Yes."
"I'm on the basement level of the building. I have Tempest, can you meet us down here?"
"On our way," Tokoyami assured him.
"Guys, I have her, she's in the basement with me, we're getting her out as we speak," Shouto declared over the coms, and he was met with cheers and relief that you were okay.
"How many of you are here?" you asked, wiping at your face.
"The whole class is here," Shouto told you. "Most of the hero agencies sent representatives that are here too."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, people were really upset that you were taken, especially with the role you played in apprehending Numeral gang members on the last raid, and the part you played in bringing the drug to light."
"Wow," you murmured, making Shouto laugh.
"Hold on just a little bit longer darling," he coaxed. "Our friends are on the way."
"I can't believe that it's really you," you whispered, touching his face softly, rubbing your thumb over his scar the way you did.
"Oh darling, what did they do to you?" he asked.
"For the past couple of days they've been trying to break me, they want to know who the undercover agent is. I don't know who it is though, so the leader of the Numerals used his quirk on me. He makes the drugs. His quirk makes you see things, makes you feel things. It's like he can burrow into your head and take the images out of your head."
You shuddered in his arms and he frowned as Tokoyami appeared in the doorway.
"Hello (Y/L/N)," he said, smiling at you.
"Hey little bird," you replied, your smile watery with emotions.
"Can Dark Shadow get through those chains?"
"Of course," Tokoyami told Shouto.
"Hello starlight," Dark Shadow said.
"Hi Dark Shadow," you murmured, stroking the sentinent creature before he tore through the chains like paper mache.
You rubbed at your wrists for a moment before you threw your arms around Shouto, burying your face in his neck.
"Sho," you sobbed, tears back full force.
"I've got you darling," he murmured. "I've got you. You're free, you're free."
You nodded, arms tight around him.
Shouto scooped you up, cradling you against his chest, letting you sob as much as you needed to.
The paramedics that had been called to the scene hadn't managed to get Shouto to let go of you, and you showed no signs of letting go of him, so they had managed to do everything they needed to with you clinging to him.
"She'll need physical therapy, not to mention professional trauma therapy. She's malnourished and dehydrated, not to mention suffering from exhaustion and a very severe concussion. Her ankle needs to be further inspected, and there's some internal damage, some cracked ribs that might need to be taken care of, but we can do some more thorough work at the hospital. I assume that you're coming with her?" the paramedic asked when he was finished.
"Yes, I'm her boyfriend," Shouto said.
"Alright, well, you have to let go of her so that we can get her hooked up to an IV and make sure that we don't make her concussion any worse. You really shouldn't have moved her, but there's only so much we can do about that now," the other paramedic told him.
"I-It's okay Shouto," you murmured, pulling away from him enough to wipe your face off.
Your breathing was ragged, and you looked like you wanted to go back to being unconscious, but you allowed the paramedics to get you onto an IV and a bed with a neck supporter.
"Shouto, will you stay with me?" you asked.
"Always darling," Shouto said, gripping your hand.
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Forthree weeks afterwards, you were stuck in the hospital. Your ankle hadn't been as bad as it had been feared, you back on your feet in a week, and you were undergoing physical therapy.
You were back to a normal diet, and you were going to therapy three times a week. Well, the shrink came to you, but semantics.
Your class visited every day, bringing you your homework and recorded lessons, most of them crying, and more than elated that you were back, safe.
Shouto, after being given permission by your parents, was being counted as a family member, and he had been practically living in the hospital with you.
For the first week, he had refused to leave your hospital room. He had slept curled around you, despite the machines that you had been hooked up to, he had missed class, staying with you and keeping you company.
There was also the reason of him being the only one to be able to calm you down after a nightmare.
There were nightmares where you woke up sweaty and nervous, asking the nurse on the night shift to light the candles that were all around your room.
But there were some that had you hurtling to the small bathroom in your room, hurling the contents of your stomach up. Then there were the ones that got so bad that you locked yourself in the bathroom, hiding yourself away in a corner until someone noticed and got a hold of Shouto.
They were getting better, and you were getting better about people coming up behind you, the touching.
For a few days after being admitted to the hospital, the only person who could touch you was Shouto.
Your mother had been heart broken every time you flinched away from her touches.
Your father had only come once, and he had been carried out by hospital staff after Shouto had tossed him out of your room.
You had retreated into yourself after that, and had come clean to Shouto about some of what had happened while you were being held hostage.
The therapy was helping, and so was the massive support that you were getting from the public and other heroes that had been in similar situations.
Your friends were very understanding of you not touching them as much anymore, and you and Bakugou were closer than ever, since he had experienced something similar.
Today was your first day back in the dorms, and you weren't going to lie to yourself, you were nervous.
The class had slowly starting moving all the gifts that you were receiving into your room, so you were only carrying a small bag.
"Shouto," you began. "You know that you can walk away if I get to be too much right?"
It had been bothering you for a while, that he had stayed with you for so long. It had bothered you that he had given up so much of his time for you, while getting very little from you in return.
"Why would I do that?" Shouto asked cocking his head to the side in confusion.
"I just mean that . . . well, I know that I haven't been the easiest girlfriend to have recently, and I . . . I have more issues than when we first started dating, and things have changed. I'm way more high maintenance than I was. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted a different girl-"
"Stop it right there," he demanded, turning to you.
His eyes were hard, despite his soft tone of voice.
"(Y/F/N), I don't want anyone other than you," he said. "I don't care if you wake me up at three in the morning screaming. I don't care if you sometimes have days where you feel like you can't say anything to me. I don't care if you have days where you can't get out of bed. I love you. I love you more than anything, and those things are not going to stop me from loving you.
"You are one of the strongest women in my life, and I am not letting you go because you have some issues. We've all got issues, hell, I have issues we haven't even touched on. Those things are just another part of you that I get to love. Alright?"
You nodded, blinking back tears.
"What did I ever do to deserve you?" you asked softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He waited for a moment before he wrapped his arms around your waist.
You weren't entirely sure why touch was such a problem for you now. Other than the injuries you had received during the fight, nothing had happened to you that would explain it, nothing you could remember anyway.
There had been some retrograde amnesia that went along with your kidnapping, though the doctors had assured you that those memories would come back with enough time.
And they had. There were still a few blank spots, but there weren't nearly as many as there had been.
"All the right things," he murmured, kissing your forehead hesitantly.
"I love you too Shouto," you told him.
He smiled softly at you, then turned towards the doors.
They opened, revealing your friends and a huge banner with your characterized face on it.
"Surprise!" they all said, though they didn't yell it like you had thought they would.
"Welcome home (Y/F/N)," Shouto said, sliding his arm around your shoulders as you both walked out.
Yeah, this was home.
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my friend has muted our conversation for an hour because i spammed her with this emoji: 🦧. do you have any other insane stories i can use as a copypasta for a punishment? thanks.
okay but like i'm really running out of stupid stories to tell i've only been on this earth for 24 years but the first (and last!) time i had sex in a forest was pretty interesting. i was on a dry spell during the second year of college due to an SSRI that wasn't working (it's better now babes keep at it with trying different medications!) and my roommate was like "it's your turn to do the dishes". i was in a MOOD so like the gay i am i went to my bedroom, logged onto Grindr, and chose the first person i didn't recognize from the fbi most wanted list. he's like are you mobile? and i'm like no and he's like wait 2 mins i'll pick you up. this is at around 5pm which is a terrible time to bang in the summer heat. he meets me and he's kind of anxious and looking around the whole time as he's driving but he's cute so i'm like well at least getting murdered beats doing the dishes. so he's like driving to the other side of campus and he's like i know a spot ..... babe it's half a mile off the last thing resembling a road. it's bumpy and kinda erotic. i'm really getting pissed off now because i'm like yeah i'm definitely getting murdered. so he parks in the middle of nowhere on what you just KNOW is a piece of land owned by someone who is begging for any excuse to use the double-barrel shotgun they keep in their medicine cabinet. so now we start doing things and this is not only the first time i'm trying to bang in a forest, this is also the first time i'm trying to bang in volkswagen golf (or any car in general). babes there isn't space for this. so he's kissing my neck and i'm kicking the ignition and BAM. my fucking contact lens falls out. i'm still trying to be sexy at this point but also desperate to find my contact lens because i'm like really short-sighted (physically, but clearly spiritually as well). what the fuck was i even going to do? put it back in my eye? that would be disgusting. no, DISGUSTING is banging this random dude in a car in the middle of a place that smells like horseshit and conservative values. anyway we finish probably the worst sex ever and he's like sorry i was anxious when i met you i have dinner with my family two towns over and i was already an hour late. all the while he's driving i'm getting the biggest headache from the lens i lost which was still somewhere in his car. he gave me his number and told me we should definitely meet up again (he emigrated to London the next week). moral of the story babes is don't bang in a vw golf, and like, be safe. don't do any of this.
#the thing about telling you all this shit is i truly wish any of it was made up#i was... quite a person until like age 22#hope this helps though!
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now accepting boyfriend applications.
based on my fic idea: you’ve just become newly single, in a drunken fit, you posted a status indicating you’re accepting applications for your next boyfriend. Oddly, three boys take you up on that; sending in their most professional resumes for the position. It seems there’s some fierce competitors.
next up: literature
It hurt, why wouldn’t it hurt. Your boyfriend of almost two years dumped you over text message with no warning and his reason? He just wasn’t feeling it anymore, what the fuck. Well, twenty phone calls, a hundred text messages sent to him, and a pretty nasty voicemail. The moment you realized just how crazy you were being was when you began pounding on his door at almost ten at night. His neighbors poking their head out to stare, and it really smacked you in the face how stupid you were being.
So you threw caution into the wind. it’s a Wednesday night, your first class tomorrow didn’t start until noon and you’re literature teacher was more of a lecturer so she probably won’t notice if you’re hung over. If anything, you could always ask the guy next to you for the notes.
Thus, you decide to throw back shots to your heart’s desire, sitting in the middle of your tiny studio apartment, on your bed to scream and cry at the romance movie. Love is dead. You groan loudly when your neighbor knocks against the wall, trying to tell you to promptly shut the fuck up.
Halfway through the movie, your mind is already swaying. Your throat stings just momentarily and you sip your cheap wine in hope it’ll dull the shots you had taken previously. When the male protagonist kisses the beautiful female of his dreams, you promptly chug the rest of the wine in your glass. Upset at their love, you wrap your lips around the tip of the wine bottle, drinking straight from it.
“I can find someone better.” You’ve reached a different point in your post break up sadness, you were mixed with anger, sadness, and an overall feeling of I’ll find someone with a better dick.
It’s never a good decision to post on social media while drunk, but it’s a great decision right now. You were going to post a ‘newly single’ status. Just to be nice and not spam everyone, you think you’ll just post it to your private account for your five friends to see. You’ve clearly neglected that step when you press post and it uploads to your public twitter account.
The urge to hurl takes priority over the sudden notifications on your phone. Your hair disheveled as you’re trying to hold onto the toilet, hold onto your hair, and throw up at the same time. The romance film comes to an end once you’ve fully emptied your stomach. You shove all the things off your bed, food falling onto the floor, empty bottle of wine rolled under your bed, remote lost somewhere. You fall asleep despite your cell phone going off.
The alarm jolts you, it causes you to scream, your palm slapping the snooze button and you aggressively pull the wire so that it comes out of the socket. Your head is throbbing and your cell phone is ringing at the same time. Annoyed, your hand stretches along the bed trying to find your cell. When you come emptyhanded, you sit up. Your hand steading the pulsing of your brain and you spot your phone ringing and vibrating on the ground.
“What?” You spit out, not bothering to look at the contact as you try to block out the sun.
“What do you mean what?” The voice snaps at you, “You post about boyfriend applications all of a sudden, did you guys break up?”
Of course he would be the one calling you, the person who loves gossip more than you do, “Tooru, can you like shut up for a second.” Your brain is dying and he’s over here trying to get the latest dish on your love life, “He dumped me okay.”
“That asshole.” He gasps, “Do you want me to come over?”
You look at the time on your cell briefly, “No. I have class all day. If you’re free later?”
“Of course!”
The phone call ends and rather than getting ready for the class you have in an hour, you’re checking your notifications. You have about twenty missed calls from Oikawa, another thirty text messages from him, he even left a voicemail; god he must have been desperate. Facebook is bland, you spent most of your time on Instagram deleting the photos of your now ex, and rarely do you ever get Twitter notifications. Oddly, you have fifteen notifications; all coming from your public account.
haha, boyfriend applications are official open. only taking serious apps lol
“No.” You sit up.
It wasn’t your post that freaked you out, it wasn’t that somehow it ended up on your public account, no you could delete it and pretend as if no one saw it but people saw it.
Is she serious?
If she is, I’m down.
What does serious applications mean?
Three comments, five likes, and four retweets.
And three unread messages.
Your finger rushes to delete the tweet before it can be retweeted even more by random classmates. All was good now. Your finger presses onto the message icon, you’re confronted with the icons of three of your classmates.
The most recent is from Miya Atsumu, a terrible flirt in your biology class. He chose the seat next to you in lab when his friends ditched him and hoarded their own table. He spun around in his chair, shooting you a cheeky grin when you briefly looked at him.
His first sentence was, “Hey you’re cute.”
And yours was, “I have a boyfriend.”.
You skip over his message upon spotting his use of sweetheart in the preview.
The next icon is of the guy in your intro to business class, Kuroo Tetsuro. The first time you saw him was outside of the classroom, you two ended up accidentally reaching the doors at the same time. He lets you go in first and the both of you chose the seats farthest from the board, and closest to the door. Despite his bed hair that made him look like he was going to sleep the entire class, he was a rather studious guy; chill but smart, he was a business major after all.
“Did you understand anything he was saying?” You murmur to him as you grab your bag.
“Of course!” He states, “I don’t look at twitter on my laptop when he’s lecturing.” Ah, he caught you.
Your eyes briefly scan the preview, he’s saying something about a resume and you think he’s talking about the homework assignment. You’re about to click on his first when the last catches your eye.
It’s from Akaashi Keiji. On the first day of class, you were late due to waiting in line for coffee. You awkwardly opened the door to the classroom, everyone turning to stare, and you lower your head, choosing a random seat that now you’re stuck with for the rest of the semester because that’s just how college works. The professor goes over the syllabus and suddenly announces that the person sitting to your right will be your revision partner for the semester.
“Hey.” You stop him and for a brief minute you feel your heart skip a beat because he was absolutely pretty, “Sorry, I’m Y/n. Since we’re going to be partners, do you want to exchange info?”.
“Uh. Sure. I’m Akaashi Keiji.”
“I’m going to be late for my business class. Do you have twitter?” You were never a fan of giving your phone number out. Before he can answer, you’re scribbling your username onto a piece of paper, placing it on his desk before running out to catch your next class.
His message is brief: Did you get my email?
You click his message first; it must have been urgent if he messaged and emailed you. There’s nothing else to his message, his previous one dates almost a week before his current one, telling you that he finished reading the book you recommended and that he enjoyed it.
The screen is pulled up with your finger, alternating apps to your personal email. The subject of his email simply reads Application.
Curiously, you click the attachment he’s sent with no body text. Your jaw dropped, hand placed over your open mouth and a small scream emitting.
“Is he fucking serious?”
His name is displayed at the top, along with his birthday, star sign, zodiac sign, age, even the pronouns he uses. There’s a short sentence under it. I am submitting an application for the position of Boyfriend. You’re internally screaming, blinking fast hoping that this was a joke but his ‘application’ reads like a resume. It lists his education from middle school to his current, his previous jobs, his skills, and his own personal goals for the future.
Your blushing profusely, you want to pull your hair, scream, even throw your phone but you shove down the feelings that want to have you die of embarrassment. You don’t have the energy to sadly explain to him that you were drunk and weren’t serious; ugh and you’re going to have to continue seeing him for the rest of the semester.
You revert back to twitter; your heart suddenly drops when you think about Kuroo’s message. Quickly, you pull up the messages, clicking his and suddenly you want dig yourself a grave because he’s sent a link to a pdf and it’s simply titled Resume. He probably used a resume template and never changed the title.
And sure enough, it’s a fucking professional resume declaring the certain skills he has to be your boyfriend. In fact, like the professional business major he is, he includes a letter of intent; indicating his reasons of interest for the position. It details the little quirks he finds cute about you. You want to break your phone in half with how red in the face you feel.
As you exit his message, you’re slowly praying that Atsumu’s message is just a random flirty comment that he occasionally likes to throw you once in a while or perhaps you’re hoping that he fell in a ditch and you won’t have to work with him for the rest of the semester since he almost blew up the lab station last time.
Nope, it’s a link to a google document. Oddly, you click it. Your heart has sunk to the pit of the earth because when you open the document, you see his fucking name in the upper right corner indicating he’s still on the stupid document.
Fuck fuck fuck. You’re running away from the document, aggressively leaving the page but it doesn’t help that when you end up back at your twitter messages, you can see the three dots, telling you he’s typing.
Morning sweetheart hope you enjoy the app
He sends it with a flirty wink and you stare at it for five full minutes. Curiosity gets the best of you and you click back onto his link, he’s no longer on the same document and you sigh safely. For someone who’s barely passing biology, his document was rather professionally detailed. Damn, he’s on the school’s volleyball team? Weirdly the page cuts off halfway, you continue to scroll until the next title page boldly states: Bedroom skills.
It didn’t help that you were scrolling a little too fast and caught sight of an image showing off his toned upper body. There goes his professionalism.
Your phone suddenly blares low battery, your screen turns black and now your anxiety is through the roof. You jump on your bed, trying to plug in your phone and you’ve just now realized that it is thirty minutes until your first class starts and it is literature. You’re scrambling to find your laptop, you trip on the bag of chips from last night, awkwardly trying to stand as you reach for your school bag.
“Shit!” You scream. You suddenly remember letting your stupid ex-boyfriend borrow your laptop.
You fall to the floor, fingers pulling your hair as you suddenly think about the deep shit your in. First, your boyfriend dumped you, now you randomly have three guys who sent you applications to be your next boyfriend and you’re still going to have to see them for the rest of the semester if you reject them. Lastly, you’re going to have to go to your ex’s place to get your laptop after having made a scene yesterday, and your phone is dead so you can’t cry to Oikawa about the deep shit you’re in.
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#kuroo x reader#atsumu x reader#akaashi x reader#haikyuu scenarios#atsumu scenarios#kuroo scenarios#akaashi scenarios#kuroo#atsumu#akaashi#kuroo tetsurou#atsumu miya#akaashi keiji#hq#hq scenarios
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