#look at how young and relatively trauma free they are here

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

This is a pretty serious topic, so feel free to not answer if you don't want to.

How would the Sdv and Sve bachelor/ette's react to the Farmer (who's their partner) flinching when they moved suddenly? As in, the farmer subconsciously thought their partner was about to hit them

Oof...

Pretty dark topic, but I want pain and glass so why not 🥲 Thanks so much for the question, dear anon 💕

⚠️Warning: angst, mention of past abusive relationship/physical abuse, mention of domestic violence, swearing, and a lot of hurt/comfort

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Stardew Valley:

SDV bachelors:

Shane had never had such a desire to break someone's nose. To punch with all his might, to break a jaw, to knock out teeth, to make the bastard who dared to raise a hand against Farmer regret their cowardice and wish they'd never been born. Too bad they're somewhere far away... No, it's not a pity, let this fucking asshole die in their hellhole. What's important right now that Farmer's here, and Shane's gonna be right there with them. He's gonna suggest that Farmer go to therapy. It really helps, Shane's realized that himself. And he'll be there for Farmer, he'll never leave them. And would never hit them.

Alex knows all too well why Farmer flinched like that, and his heart filled with rage. The same way his mom clutched herself, hiding her face from the heavy hand of her alcoholic husband... The very thought that his dearest Farmer, the love of his life, had thought he would hit them, that Alex would be like his father, made him shiver with unbridled hatred for whoever had made Farmer feel that way. But the athlete will calm himself down, and do whatever it takes to help and protect Farmer. He would never, ever hit them. Never.

Sam has a look of utter confusion on his face. "Babe, what's wrong?" The young guitarist was just chasing flies, and now doesn't understand why Farmer hid their face in their hands. Is something wrong? Why do they look like they're crying? When Farmer tells him the reason (which they were previously afraid to tell), Sammy's heart just cracks to pieces. He will put his arms around Farmer and slowly rock them. If they are comfortable, Sam will listen to them carefully and try to cheer them up, showering them with kisses and affectionate words.

Elliott would simply become speechless. "My love, you didn't think I'd..." He can't even get the words out. He knows that Farmer's relatives treated them horribly, his partner have told the writer about it. He knows that recovering from such trauma will not be easy or quick. Elliott won't leave them alone with the trouble. But did they really thought that Elliott would allow himself to fall so low and raise his hand against them? The writer's in tears. It hurts him, but Elliott is in no way angry with Farmer. No, he loves them with all his heart.

Sebastian would never forget the moment in his childhood when his biological father was ready to slap him. Luckily, Robin managed to catch the man's arm before that, and Sebby never saw his bio father again. As he grew older, Sebastian realized exactly what that man had intended to do. He was disgusted to even think of doing that to anyone, much less the person he loves and adore endlessly. He would take the Farmer's hands, look them in the eye, and tell them that he loved them and would never, under any circumstances, raise a hand against them.

Harvey will put Farmer in a hug, but the doctor still won't be able to hold back the tears. Harvey knows that Farmer has only recently, on the advice of their beloved husband, sought professional help, that progress won't be immediate, and that it takes a very long, long time to work at it. But for Harvey, every time Farmer flinches at their husband's sudden movement is like the first time - shock, confusion, sadness, pain. And even worse when the Farmers began to blame themselves for this behavior. No, Farmer, it's not your fault. Harvey won't let their partner think it's their fault.

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SDV bachelorettes:

Abigail is hella confused.... Why are they flinched? Wha- What do they mean!? She loves Farmer, how did they even think of that?! Abby got angry, but would quickly cool down and start apologizing to an even more frightened Farmer. She didn't mean to yell at them like that, but the image that her partner thought she would take a swing at them just threw her off. Ugh, if those creeps who had hurt Farmer came to the Valley, then the amethyst lover would pelt them with such stink bombs that even the skunks would turn their noses away from them. Hehehe, good thing that made Farmer laugh. Right, fuck those bastards.

Leah can't believe her ears. Farmer, she is holding an axe! How could they think that their wife would dare swing at them with a sharp axe?! The fact that someone actually tried to swing something like that at Farmer made the blood in the artist's veins boil. She wasn't angry at Farmer, naturally, but at the bastard who'd treated Farmer like that. And don't let her partner worry: if their ex abuser dared to come in the Stardew Valley, Leah would definitely use her axe... Okay, maybe not so radical, but this person won't lay a finger on her precious partner. She'll defend them to the last, that's for sure.

Penny is a very peaceful, fragile and gentle girl. How can anyone imagine that she is capable of such a thing - to hit Farmer, love of her life? For a young teacher, family is sacred! Her spouse, her children, it's... She will never agree with the people who justify violence and abuse with "discipline" or "tough love". For in Penny's mind, someone who can easily hurt a loved one is not worthy of those loved ones. The red-haired girl bursts into tears. She cannot calmly see how Farmer is scared and hurt because of their ex. But she will find the way to help them. Together, they will overcome it.

Maru was upset at first, because she thought that the Farmer was afraid of her next invention (she could not forget the humiliating incident when they were electrocuted). Only after a couple of seconds Maru realized that they looked with fear not at her device lying on the table, but at herself. She doesn't understand what's wrong. It's not like she has any super dangerous wires or parts with her, see? What? The Farmer thought Maru was going to... hit them? She loves them! Never, you heard her, Farmer, she would never....

Emily is a person who values life and the comfort of every creature. Happiness and positive emotions for everyone around her, especially for her close people and friends. Because of this, the very thought of Farmer hiding their face from what they thought was a punch made the blue-haired girl upset. Farmer had told her about their... not-so-good relatives, who left her lover with this trauma. Emily tries her best to make the house as comfortable as possible for Farmer, and they know it and will always be grateful to their loving wife.

Haley had had partners in the past who, as she found out later, lived by the principle of "beats means love". She wouldn't let those pieces of shit around her anymore, and made a promise to herself never to get involved with such people and never to fall to their level. And Farmer flinched so much at Haley's sudden movement made her remember her exes. She is furious. But right now, the most important thing to her was her beloved Farmer. Haley apologizes for the sudden move, shares her experience and wisdom on how she handled the abuse earlier, and assures Farmer that she will never do to them what Haley's exes tried to do to her.

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Stardew Valley Expanded:

SVE bachelors:

Lance had many swordsmanship and magic teachers in his youth. Almost all of them were excellent and taught him many things that helped him in life. There were some that set impossible conditions for Lance, and when he failed, took up their tools to punishment... Lance had the guts to stand up to it, and there were also people who stood up for him. Farmer didn't have anyone to help then, and Lance won't let that happen again. He genuinely loves Farmer and he wouldn't dare let himself fall so low. They vowed to each other to share both joy and sorrow together. Lance will always love them.

Magnus faced various conflicts when he was married for the first time. Misunderstandings, quarrels, arguments - it's quite natural for a couple. But the wizard would never, ever raise a hand against his partner, and he would despise anyone who justified violence and abuse of authority. He would immediately calm the shuddering Farmer and begin to comfort them. If those pathetic excuse of humans showed up at their farm, Magnus would disintegrate them with a snap of his fingers. Ministry rules? There's a one rule in the Mage Law that allows the use of magic for self-defence and the protection of loved ones. So let the Farmer not worry about this.

Victor, overwhelmed with the good news about his bridge-building practice, raised both arms to hug Farmer, but immediately pulled back when he saw how much they flinched. "Honey, did I do something wrong?" "You didn't... You're not going to hit me, are you?" "What?...." If anyone heard the sound of cracking glass, know this - Victor's heart had shattered into a thousand shards. The spaghetti lover was confused for a few moments, but pulled himself together and cautiously approached the Farmer. Victor hugged them tightly, allowing his partner to snuggle into his shoulder and cry while Victor listened to them, slowly rocking and covering them with kisses.

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SVE bachelorettes:

Olivia is not mad at Farmer in any way. And quickly put a stop to all their attempts to make themselves look guilty for being so flummoxed by the sudden movement of Olivia's hand. Her partner has been victimized in the past by the simply disgusting treatment from the scum who dared to reach out their paws to Farmer has spurred Olivia to pull up all her connections in the city. She knows their names and all the information she needs to turn their lives into a nightmare. In the meantime, Olivia herself will devote all her attention to her precious Farmer and family.

Claire could not have imagined that her desire to show her partner a new ballet movement she had learnt would end like... this: Farmer shivers slightly and looks at the red-haired girl with a share of fear, while Claire stands still, motionless as if struck by lightning. The former Jojarmart cashier slowly and carefully walks over to Farmer and asks permission to hug them. The Farmer agreed, of course, and before launching into an endless stream of words about how it was their own fault, Claire only reassured them and continued to hug them. She was now too shocked that the Farmer had thought Claire would dare to injure them....

Sophia was completely unaware of what had just happened: the pink-haired girl raised her hand for her partner to high-five, but instead they covered their heads with their hands as if expecting a punch. Had she done something wrong? What, did the farmer really expect a punch? She... She... If Sophia tried to say anything, Farmer wouldn't understand anything anyway - the flood of tears on Sophia's face and the lump in her throat from crying interrupted all words. She would hug the Farmer, hold onto them like a lifeline and sob. She would say through her sobs that she loved them very much and would never be a monster like those who had hurt Farmer.

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#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sdv harvey #sdv shane #sdv sam #sdv elliott #sdv alex #sdv sebastian #sdv haley #sdv penny #sdv abigail #sdv emily #sdv leah #sdv maru #sve lance #sve magnus #sdv wizard #sve victor #sve sophia #sve olivia #sve claire #thanks for the ask! #sdv headcanons #sve headcanons #sdv farmer

[unclewaynemunson]

Older!fruity four cleanses my soul so here are some headcanons:

Steve starts losing his hearing at a young age bc of all the head trauma, so he gets hearing aids relatively young. He’s very self conscious about it and doesn’t like to wear them at first, but Eddie keeps saying how super hot they look on him, which helps a lot.

Robin takes a course in sign language when she is in college. She picks it up very quickly due to her combination of creativity, love of gesturing her arms around while speaking, and natural aptitude for languages. She passes her knowledge on to Steve and the rest of the party, and decides to keep studying to become a sign language interpreter. Steve struggles with it at first, but with time and practice he gets better and it eventually makes his life much easier.

Steve and Robin get platonic-married to each other, and Eddie and Nancy too. Eddie is very resistant about it bc he doesn’t want to conform to the heteronormativity society forces onto them, but he eventually gives in because the others want it so badly. He does make the most ridiculous demands for the wedding so it becomes the most over-the-top weird ceremony you can imagine. (He wanted Steve to wear his Scoops Ahoy uniform to the ceremony but unfortunately he lost that bet which means Eddie himself had to wear a ridiculously extravagant white wedding dress. Steve nearly peed his pants laughing when he first saw a veiled Eddie walk in)

Nancy gets this perfect white suburban mom look which really confuses people who don’t know her, because her personality couldn’t be further from that. Robin thinks it’s hilarious (and hot af)

Robin herself adopts an increasingly butch-y look over the years. She doesn’t dye her hair when she starts going grey and she barely uses any makeup anymore. Nancy loves how soft that makes her look.

Steve goes grey earliest and he gains a lot of weight around his 40th, which Eddie loves. He’s obsessed with Steve’s pillow-soft belly.

Eddie gets a lot of deep wrinkles in his face (and Steve loves tracing his fingers over those lines when they’re lying in bed together). Even after he eventually settles into a quieter lifestyle, he never loses his long hair, though. When he goes grey, he gets compared to Brian May a lot.

The four of them live in a semi-shared house; both pairs have their own spaces (which especially becomes important when Steve and Eddie get loooots of kids while Robin and Nancy prefer to be cool aunts and stay childfree themselves) but they still do a lot of stuff together and love to have dinner together. Steve is by far the best cook. Eddie and Robin are both terrible and nearly burn the house down whenever they try to cook. Nancy’s a decent cook but hates doing it.

Wayne basically adopts all four of them as his own. When he gets old and starts needing some help, Eddie and Steve happily take him in. They can take care of one more person easily, and Eddie is beyond happy to give back to his uncle after everything Wayne has done for him.

Feel free to add some of your own HCs, i am desperate for more tbh

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #fruity four #steddie #ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #wayne munson #headcanons

[tabbyhoney]

Gorgeous

Inspired by "Fear of you" from @sleepwalkersqueen

Note:The first chapter is done! My current goal is to write a chapter for each week but maybe it will take two weeks sometime but that is an issue for future me. I am really excited to see some feedback and how you guys like it:). On another note, while I try my best to keep a relatively straight line and facts with the original story some things might be wrong, please feel free to correct me if it happens ♥️. My current goal is a total of 5 chapters since I only want these to be a relatively short story that doesn't rewrite too much stuff happening in the original story because I obviously don't just wanna rewrite the fic. Please enjoy!

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Warnings: I am not a therapist so please take everything written here not as a prime example or as a fact, mention of torture, curse words

Chapter 1

I always wanted to see what more Tartarus had to offer. I wanted to explore every single floor there was. Meeting a new and more dangerous villain each day. Getting to know their thought process, if there really was a bigger masterplan behind it.

Answering my questions that spiraled in my brain like an endless loop. Are they actually wicked? Do they have any sign of humanity in them? Are they just broken souls? Can such a broken mind be fixed? Cliché I know.

All these questions are the real reason why I wanted to work here. Luck was on my side at the time I applied, because they wanted to test out if a therapist might be able to help them with their work (Which basically summarized that they wanted to get more information out of the patients).

But even when I worked with them they still continued with the methods they used before. This did not help make progress since I also had to work with their new experienced trauma which was already bigger than the universe.

If I am honest they were hesitant to hire me, since I graduated young from university and had no experience whatsoever. It took over a month and another month of internship to make them believe that I was cut out for the job. Even now they still don't fully trust me with their whole system. After all, I was a weak point for them.

Once I had the job I was more than thrilled. Finally able to do what I dreamed of since I was a kid. Even though there was still much to achieve. Of course, there is also the aspect of trying to make them stop their own ways for mine to finally be able to bloom just a little bit.

Seeing the number two pro hero walk up to me one day with his mighty steps that sounded like mountains crashing together I would lie if I said I didn't feel my heartbeat stop for a moment. Let alone when he talked to me for two seconds before giving me all I ever wanted with his angry and demanding attitude.

The moment I was granted this wish of mine I regretted it. Not because I stopped believing in my dream but because seeing the actual part of no one should know is frightening. Frightening might even be an understatement.

Their voice, movements, and the way their bodies looked were scaringly disgusting. The air smelt rotten and it was cold not only because of the temperature. People are being drugged out of their brains to keep them calm, they all look like corpses that have been exposed to warmth and air for too long.

From my plain observation, it even seemed like mutants are treated worse than the other prisoners. Which is a common thing even in normal standards of society. I cannot even blame them because mutants can be incredibly scary.

Tartarus. A name that ran a chill down each villain's spine. A place where the moment you step into you may never escape alive. Rumors spread across the underground like wildfire. About what will happen once you are captured and what you have to endure.

The villains that are imprisoned in Tartarus don't make the facility this scary I realized. Maybe the good people think that they are the reason for all this talk, but this is where they are wrong.

"Do whatever you want"

Just remembering those four simple words made my skin crawl. Goosebumps spread across my body. A sentence you might say to a child that you have no interest in dealing with. Or maybe to your trusted hairstylist.

But not to a licensed therapist who is capable of either destroying you or building you back up. Or to the guards who held the interrogation.

The meaning behind the words held something so incredibly heavy I wanted to forget every memory of someone saying these words, no matter who or when.

Because they meant it. They didn't care if I did my job right or not because I wasn't even supposed to be there. I could do whatever I wanted with the person in front of me. The people who have no way of defending themselves because of their chains and quirk suppressors.

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The air in the small bright room was filled with tension that I created by possibly the worst mistake ever. The guards who were still in the room with me looked at me confused. The only comfort I had at the moment was that the person I directed the mistake to couldn't answer at the moment. But even seeing his eyes shoot up was enough to make me rethink my life choices.

I can clearly feel my face losing its color out of shock from my totally unprofessional behaviour.

"you're so gorgeous"

Whatever ghost possessed me to say that clearly needed new activities to entertain themselves.

With the love for everything I possessed, I cleared my throat and sat down on the chair at the table they provided.

"You can take off the muzzle" my voice rang through the empty room with an echo. It left a chill in my body hearing it so metallic.

The guards hesitated for a moment before they actually started doing their job. They left the room when I gave them another glare, signaling to give us privacy like I asked them to.

Takami-San looked physically exhausted yet his eyes remained sharpness that you don't see very often in patients around here. He had a big grin on his face that I wished I could just wipe off of his face, even if I was the cause of this.

For some reason, he stayed silent. Maybe it was because he was already taunting me or he was waiting for me to introduce myself, I couldn't tell.

"I am Howashi Amaya, I will be your assigned therapist" I introduced myself, a genuine and respectful smile resting on my face.

"Therapist? Sounds fake, they don't care about how fucked up I am" he tilts his head to the side, eyeing me up and down like a bird.

"You're right they don't care, which is why they told me to do whatever I want"

For some odd reason, he seemed to tense up from these words, I wonder why.

"So I decided to just do what I am best at"

"Being a charming girl?"

At that, I took a deep breath. I scrunched my face and looked down at my empty sheet of paper.

When I looked back up he was grinning again god he looked so good stupid.

"Actually no. I meant I will try to help you"

"Help me get out of this shithole?"

"not really I am afraid"

"Ahh shucks"

I waited for a second before actually starting my usual procedure. Which on second thought seemed to be a little too late.

"How has it been?" I click my pen while looking at him, ready to write down whatever I could tell from his response.

"Really? Do you actually ask people this in fucking prison?" His voice sounds raspy.

"I didn't ask how you felt, just how it has been. You could answer nearly everything on it. How you feel, how the people treated you-"

"fucking brilliant, you should get a medal for being a smartass"

"Thank you for calling me smart, I appreciate it"

I silently tap my pen on the paper. Waiting for any kind of reaction from him. As the silence settled I started to notice some weird marks on his neck, they looked kinda infected.

"What do you have on your neck there?" I gestured with the pen on my own neck.

As soon as the question was spoken he tensed and looked more traumatized than a baby chicken that just discovered the big scary world. He broke off the eye contact he previously held with me. His body huddled up in an attempt to look smaller and protect himself, probably with his wings but he wasn't able to do it. Uncomfortable if I need to describe it in one word.

I probably don't need a deeper answer to figure out why they might be there. I silently stand up and walk around the table. He tried to move away from my hands when I reached out but because of the chains, he couldn't move far enough away.

Ever so gently I pulled the collar down and placed my hands on the marks. A familiar warmth spread across my hands and I started to feel how the infected wounds closed and healed.

When I was done I took a step back looking satisfied down at him before returning to my chair.

"Aye... Of course, the doctor has a healing quirk" he mumbles silently.

"Do you have anything you wanna talk about?"

" Aye, why are you here? Never heard of someone like you even working here. Doesn't seem like their style to hire a fucking therapist to fix me or anyone really"

"Good question" I nod in agreement "The answer is simple, I am the only therapist around here. That is why you've never heard of me. The last question shouldn't bother you too much after all you have been here for quite some time and are already in debt worth more than my monthly check"

"Have you ever seen a therapist before?" I ask with a light smile on my face.

"Do I fucking look like it?"

Silence.

"Besides I don't need another bitch asking me any more questions, I have the sparkler for that"

"Sparkler? You mean the number two?"

"Nah I mean the nice guard's captain obvious"

Another silence.

"And I don't need anyone knowing about the stuff I tell him, it's private business." He said in an oddly calm voice.

That certainly amazed me, since I have seen all the recordings of their talk, except the first one. So he wasn't aware that everyone was still listening in. Maybe this will one day be their downfall, why would he be so stern about keeping this a secret if it wasn't necessary.

"Why should no one listen in?"

"Because I said so"

This will be a lot of fun.

"Well with me you can talk about everything you share with Endeavour. No one is listening or watching. I like to keep my talks up to my hands, especially what I share with the government"

And that was not a lie.

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The room was filled with the sunlight shining through the window above the kitchen counter. The light shone through the leaves of the plants sitting at the window.

It was peaceful. The air was fresh and smelled faintly of fish and rice.

The only sound that destroyed the peace was the TV that played the news

Yet the only real news would be that someone escaped Tartarus and that still isn't public information. I wonder what will happen once the public knows.

Once I turned the TV off the silence that came with it was broken with a call. When I read who was calling I felt my mood drop just a little bit.

"Howashi speaking, what can I help you with today hottest hero in Japan"

"He escaped me!" The man yelled angrily, ignoring my terrible joke.

"who escaped you?" I ask grinning widely.

"Takami! That fucking mutant had his brat stealing my wife's necklace"

He has a child? Now that is a surprise. Even a bigger surprise was that he was stupid enough to let his child steal something from him.

"And how is that my problem?" I ask while standing up and staring out the window biting my nails.

"You worked with him for five years! You know exactly what is going on in his stupid birdbrain" Endeavour yelled. I am not even sure why he is yelling at me, I would hear him loud and clear with a normal tone.

"First of all that is extremely rude talking about mutants like that, I am one as well after all, and not even different from Shinyo. Second just because I worked with him does not mean I understand everything he does"

"But you know where he might go"

I nervously tap my fingers on the kitchen counter. Closing my eyes to contemplate if I actually know where he might go.

If I break it down it comes back to one thing, he has a child and is currently taking care of them. But knowing he has unfinished business makes it counterproductive to take care of a child who has to be at least five or four years old. He probably didn't even know the child existed since he never talked about having one, only about his wife Nitsuki.

Nitsuki? Right, he might be searching for her so he can give her the child. But why wasn't she with them?

"I might have an idea but to be honest it is not crystal clear that he is with her"

"Her?"

"Takami Nitsuki, his wife. If he has a child he will certainly not have any time to deal with it and will try to bring it back. The only question I still have is if she really left the child alone and why he has to bring it back"

"Those are two questions and I want you to come to my agency to discuss this further" he demanded. Almost sounded like I didn't have a choice.

"Alright, I can fly over, when?"

"Now" and he hung up the phone after that. Not even a goodbye.

Once I was dressed and didn't look like I just got out of bed. I walk outside of my apartment building taking off my suppressors.

Once I felt the warmth on my back and my wings regrowing I took a small jump before dashing into the air.

I just hope this story will end on a relatively good note.

#shinyo takami #fear of you #bnha #takami shinyo #thief takami #mha foy #mha #mha endeavor

[yume-x-hanabi]

I thought of simply copy/pasting my twitter thread but you know what, we’re on Tumblr, we’re allowed proper paragraphs, so let me just ramble like in the good old days :p

Assorted B²TSM Headcanons pt.1: Worldbuilding

Honestly the funniest thing about this fandom is that the entire canon consists in four skits, two music videos, and a song. That is to say, BARELY FUCKING ANYTHING. Guys, I’m used to a video game with extensive lore developed over several games, eight guidebooks, thirteen Drama CDs, five short story series, and some manga. I cannot begin to tell you how different this experience has been 😂 Anyway, as frustrating it can be to have barely anything concrete to go with, it also means… it’s free real estate, baby 😎

A. The Time Machine

So, I’ve been thinking about the mechanics of the whole time-travelling thing for a bit longer than is healthy, and I’ve developed some potential ways it could go that could be fun to play with.

But first, a crack theory I’ve become very fond of: the "time machine" gave them new young & healthy bodies, but the creation of those bodies was influenced by whoever was operating the machine at the time. That's why they all look vaguely like Brett or Eddy—I mean, Bang YG and his assistant. That would also explain the fact they can all speak modern English (+ the accents).

Now let’s look at a couple ways they could have been brought to the future:

1. Actual, full-fledged time-travel

They were plucked from some point of their lives and dragged to the future with no warning. That opens up a few possibilities:

1.a. Continuity errors. Plucking them from their past lives will alter the timeline, and probably change the world of classical music irrevocably. Basically Bang YG u done goof. You’re gonna need forty Ling Ling stones to fix that mess. Oh boy.

1.b. The timeline is not affected, which means they’re fated to go back to their own time at some point, probably with some very convenient memory loss (this was a common plot in HP time-travel fics when I used to be into it /tangent). This one comes with high angst potential: knowing their time here is limited, having to make the most of it, and the worst is that they won’t even be able to use future knowledge to make their past lives better when they go back. Oh the drama, oh the angst.

1.c. The timeline is not affected, because this basically creates a parallel universe, in which history up to the use of the time machine remains unaffected.

Whichever scenario you go with in this category, this means they were brought over when they were still relatively young, and likely haven’t yet composed some of the great hits they’re known for. Imagine Tchaik and Shosty talking about Beethoven’s 9th symphony, meanwhile he’s like “huh, I have no memory of this piece”. That can lead to some complex feelings, knowing such-and-such famous piece is yours but in a way it’s not (not yet). Or, worse, learning about facts from their personal lives that haven’t happened yet. Momo realizing he’s got about five years left to live when he goes back to his era (in scenario 1.b.)

2. Kind of a reincarnation AU

So this summer I watched Paripi Koumei, which is a very fun and light-hearted anime (highly recommended), and I bring it up here because I really like the concept and think it could apply here. The premise of the anime is that famous strategist Zhuge Liang (Kongming) from the Three Kingdoms is reborn in modern-day Tokyo after he dies. He basically spawns in modern Shibuya with a youthful appearance and all his memories. So, I thought this could be a way to go with how the “time machine” works here: it brings the guys’ consciousness from the point of their deaths and gives them a younger body (a copy of their own, or *see crack theory above*).

That means they know exactly what they did in their past lives. That also means that they remember their own deaths. Very trauma, much angst.

On a brighter note, that means they’re here to stay. They’re basically given a second chance at life, in a world that’s hopefully a bit easier to live in than their past one.

B. The Band’s Concept

I can’t imagine the public being told they’re the real deal. I mean, imagine if people learned that there was a time machine out there that could bring loved ones back to life. That would cause unending chaos. And that’s if they’re believed to begin with—the most likely reaction would be to dismiss it as a prank.

So, the “official” version they’re going with is that it’s simply the band’s concept, that they’re roleplaying the composers (like I think there’s a kpop group whose concept is that the members represent the zodiac signs). So, in essence, they’re pretending to be random guys who’re pretending to be their actual selves XD

Regarding roles, there is much debate about who the maknae is. Is it Shosty, because his birth date is the most recent? Or is it Mozart, who’s the youngest in terms of actual years lived in his previous life? I like to think that the company never confirms either ways and lets the fans argue about it to their hearts’ contents. It’s part of the mystery~

(In truth, the actual members don’t give a damn about “roles”, they’re just there to make music.)

(Maybe that’s part of their unconventional side that makes them popular among some people.)

Also, Pag wasn’t meant to be brought to the future, it’s a result of a time machine mishap. He basically barged his way into their debut because “How dare they form a band without me, greatest violin virtuoso Niccolò Paganini?! Mamma mia…” and now he’s hanging around. Not quite an official member, but often heavily involved (whether they want it or not). Mozart says he’s their mascot. No one is sure how to feel about that statement.

Lastly, since so far they’ve either been using their last names or nicknames to address each other, I’ve developed some headcanon that their last names are their stage names, but also simply the names they go by now in their day-to-day lives. Like they’ve shed their first names, it’s a thing of the past, an identity they can’t truly assume anymore. Maybe that’s why they’re so fond of nicknames, because it gives them a more personal touch (Mozart started the trend, and it caught on very fast after that). They do still use full names from time to time in certain circumstances, and that’s what’s on official documents, but… it’s complicated. I like to think they eventually start reclaiming their full identity between themselves as time passes and they grow more comfortable in their new circumstances and their bond grows closer. (Names as a sign of intimacy, in my fandoms? It’s more likely than you think!)

Anyway that’s it for the worldbuilding side. I have a few more posts planned about different aspects of this universe and their characters.

Feel free to share your thoughts on this, and your own headcanons if you have some!

#in which i subject my whole follow list to my new obsession #feel free to mute the tags if you're only here for Tales lol #anyway i have way too many feelings about this dumb fictional band #b2tsm #b²tsm #b²tsm headcanons #if we're not careful i'll have a ship manifesto ready by the end of the year #that's how deep i am atm #long post

[withbitterness]

if you’re hearing ARE YOU SATISFIED? by MARINA playing, you have to know SHERRI LOWE (SHE/HER; CISFEMALE) is near by! the THIRTY year old ACTRESS has been in denver for, like, SIX MONTHS. they’re known to be quite RUTHLESS, but being DRIVEN seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble CARLSON YOUNG. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those GOLD STARS, UNFINISHED CONVERSATIONS, SHARP TEETH vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RIVER NORTH ART DISTRICT long enough!

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name: sherri lowe

birthday: november 2, 1992 (30, scorpio!)

birthplace: philadelphia, pennsylvania

current residence: river north art district, artist alley apartments

gender: cis woman // she/her

orientation: closeted bisexual

occupation: actress / broadway star (in the making)

vocal type: mezzo-soprano (vc: taylor louderman)

face: carlson young

alts: anya taylor-joy, samara weaving, anya chalotra, brianne howey, lily james

tw: foster care, drug addiction, abandonment, repressed sexuality

from the mun: hi guys! I go by jess, I'm 26, she/her, from the EST timezone, and I’m really excited to be here! I’ll post a plot call on discord later, but also wanted to state on here for those who might not be in the discord that if you’re up for plotting and wanna plot with my girl, feel free to give this a like and I’ll hit you up!

philadelphia (1992-2010).

born and raised in philly with an absentee father and a struggling addict of a mother. desperate, broke, and thoroughly addicted, at six, sherri’s mother put sherri in foster care. promises were made to return when wealth and sobriety were secured. they were not kept. 

relatively stable foster care placements moving forward. stayed with a successful yet young single woman til the age of 13, when she was placed back in the system after her foster mother got a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity out of the country and took it. placed with middle aged couple after that til she graduated. they were nice. warm. enough.  

the trauma caked into her home life issues was never really dealt with by sherri. she found an outlet for it instead: theatre. she fell in love with movie musicals at an early age, but her love only grew when she started performing in stage productions. she eventually developed a goal: to be a star on broadway. and that goal became her driving factor.

deal with the trauma of having a problematic mother you loved give you up? nah, work your ass off to get the starring role in your school’s spring musical. deal with the fact that your second mother figure also left you behind instead of adopting you and taking you along with her on her travel opportunity? why do that when she had after school jobs to get done if she wanted to get anywhere after graduation! 

sherri hustled her way through life, focusing on her goal and her future career while everything else fell to the wayside. sure, she had friends and boyfriends and went to parties and the like, but that was always secondary to her main focus. theatre came first.

new york (2010-2022).

by the time graduation came around, sherri had landed a shitty nyc job, booked a shitty apartment in queens, and had bid her foster parents goodbye. sherri threw herself into her work, positive her raw talent, looks, and hustle would get her to her dream in no time.

that didn’t happen.

for the next decade, sherri found herself in a cycle of either being unemployed or only landing ensemble and supporting roles in off-off broadway, off-broadway, and broadway shows. (full run down listed in her timeline & credits!) to make it more insulting, it wasn’t a linear cycle. she could go from a supporting role in a broadway show to an ensemble position in an off-broadway one to being unemployed (on stage) for years! the unconditional attention that thrilled her when she was her hometown’s star and sure to get leads only provided to make her more jealous and desperate when faced with equal competition. a lead role on a proper broadway stage seemed to be more and more out of her grasp.

in 2021, though, she thought she had made a big break. a new revival of rodgers and hammerstein's cinderella was coming to broadway. and sherri - when auditioning for the role of ella - ended up getting cast as ella’s understudy along with cast as a swing for a stepsister. this was the closest she’d been to getting on broadway as a lead, and she nearly burst with excitement at her prospects. granted, getting understudy wasn’t choice, but sherri figured that she’d likely get the lead when the star’s limited contract was up, and she’d probably get to star a few times when the star got sick or needed vocal rest or what have you - she could be patient. she’d waited this long.

she never got promoted. the show only ran for a year, leaving sherri to watch this ONE star have the health of a fucking horse from the sidelines. sure, once a week on wednesdays she took the lead so the lead actress could get vocal rest, and she was put in for the stepsister role frequently enough, but thats shit compared to being a proper lead.

when the show closed, she returned to broadway unemployment (and a waitress lifestyle) once again, brewing in bitterness and also Sexual Angst because of an event that occurred between the lead and sherri at the show’s cast party (see wanted connection: The Cinderella Incident). sherri was on a bitter, biting warpath with everyone she came into contact with for the next month.

meanwhile, she went back to work at her usual waitress gig. when she was not working on stage or screen, she worked as a waitress at a fictional diner called Starlight, a fictionalized knock-off of Ellen’s Stardust, it paid well and she got to sing to audiences all day, so she dealt with the tackiness of it all. 

recent developments and colorado (2023—).

she found work again at the start of this year in a limited run of an off-off broadway play called “out of gas on lovers leap,” in which she played one of the two leads, myst. sherri was at a low. she loved the play and could relate to her character, but hated the step down it was for her in status. the show itself only ran for a month. 

at it while she was at this low that sherri received a peculiar job opportunity from her agent: a starring role in a new television show currently in development called Curtains! It's a children's television show that draws inspiration largely from The Fresh Beat Band, following a group of fictional Broadway hopefuls who teach kids social lessons through song and dance featuring a theater backdrop.

five years earlier, sherri would have turned the role down outright. hell, a year ago she would have. it's a humiliating proposal. but with minimal prospects and her 30th birthday just behind her, sherri ultimately decided to accept the offer, if nothing else than for the networking opportunities it could provide her.

which brings her to coloardo. the show shoots out of colorado at an independent studio. the job pays her well enough that she doesn't need to maintain a secondary job just yet. she lives in the artist alley apartments in the rino district. and every day she has to go to work and sing a child's tune, she wants to stab someone. she's fine.  

personality.

+ driven, daring, blunt, adventurous, passionate, independent, adaptable

- jaundiced, ruthless, desperate, selfish, competitive, vain, biting

stray inspirations.

aspirations: sharpay evans (hsm), tonya harding (i,tonya), robin scherbatsky (himym), rachel berry (glee).

insecurities: olivia mossbacher (the white lotus), lizzie saltzman (legacies), lauren cooper (faking it),  bonnie plunkett (mom).

sexuality: petra solano (jane the virgin), nina sayers (black swan) quinn fabray (glee).

common themes.

second choice. sherri has a thing about being second choice. think the attitudes of caroline forbes or (better) lizzie saltzman towards their counterparts of elena gilbert and hope mikaelson, but not as blatant or vocal about it. her insecurities stem from her mother, who massively fucked her over by raising her for six years before giving her away. it was a fatal blow to her image of her self worth and self esteem (”why wasn’t I enough?”), that was only exacerbated by her first foster mother also giving her up, as well as her constant failures at earning roles of rank in her career. this has also led her to develop a need for attention, probably one reason why stardom appealed to her so much.

repression. because of her lackings in her professional and familial life, she has controlled her romantic life with an iron fist, but like, a chill iron fist, because her social and romantic life has always been on the back burner. however, every development in her romantic life has been controlled. when her friends started getting boyfriends in middle school, she picked one up with ease. when they started having sex in high school, so did she. because she did not care about this arena in her life, she had no doubts or fears in navigating it. she found picking up the (to her, limited) nuances of men to be easy, and thus never stressed in this arena. her romantic life was easy. until it wasn’t. during her time in new york, sherri experienced something of a sexual awakening with a woman that scared her shitless at the absolute chaos it would bring down on her life (see: The Cinderella Incident WC). it's not internalized homophobia, but rather a severe fear of a loss of control. the circumstances around her sexual awakening have allowed her to write it off, and her own need for control and simplicity in one area of her life has enabled her to return to the status quo (re: heterosexuality), and not acknowledge this at all.

envy. generally, sherri appears quite confident. in reality, she is! at least, until she sees someone do something better than she does, or earn something she wanted, or have something she doesn’t but thinks she should have. then the envy kicks in. she can feel this envy towards people she considers below her in status or above her, and in both instances these feels are accompanied by acts of pettiness and feeling the need to prove herself. also, if possible, her trying to take said object of envy for herself. consider olivia in the white lotus, trying to steal kai away when she finds out paula is secretly hooking up with him. that’s sherri; she’d do that if given the opportunity. she’s the desperate sort, lowkey, and when coupled with her envy and the sinking sense of her own failures, she’s willing to do just about anything to further her career or prove (to herself?) that she can succeed somewhere.

obsessed artist. at a young age sherri set her sights on greatness through theatre and she has spent her life working towards this goal. it stands above all else. in her craft, she aims for excellence. she’s a workaholic. she’s career-oriented. she has and will continue to put work above all else, and in a way this is her detriment. socially, she has made no real connections because she was always willing to throw it away if an opportunity arises to better her career. additionally, it is relevant to note that comparatively, sherri is successful. compared to others trying to break it on broadway, sherri has made it. it took her a couple years, but once she started booking shows, she’s been booked and busy (sans two one year gaps of nothing, rip). she’s been on the broadway stage as a member of the principal cast, she’s starred and performed on a number of different stages of different rank. she has played opposite of big names, is mutuals with them on social media - even now, she’s set to lead a new children's television show. other people in her position would be happy with the success they’ve had. but to sherri, it’s all a failure. her goal is to star in a broadway musical as the lead, and until that happens, all her other work is moot. 

wanted plots. 

sherri has lived in colorado for 6 month and in nyc for the last 12 years! I have both a wanted connections tag and a page (that I poured a lot of energy into so pls give it a look 😅 👉👈), and I'm open to any and all connections for her! wanted plots page. & wanted tag.

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#chq;intro #★ — development. #okay finished my wanted page so I can post this now #plot call coming to the discord soon! <3

[wuxiaphoenix]

On Writing: Heroes with Family Trauma

Okay, warning, some heavy stuff and likely a bit of soapbox-calling-my-name ahead. Which I think I can sum up for those who don’t want to go further this way: Some writers were never tied to a tree as a child and it shows.

Not a metaphor. Tying young children to trees so they can’t move has been a common practice in a lot of times and places, especially those where heavy agricultural labor is a thing. You cannot explain to some young children not to run into the field while people are swinging scythes. And depending on the time and place, you can’t spare any hands of someone healthy enough to watch children from the harvest. So. Rope. Tree. Child. Some assembly required.

And these are parents who actually care about their children - or at least, care enough to prevent them from wandering into danger. Ooooor sometimes those who just can’t be bothered to pay attention all the time. Neglect is a thing, no matter what time period or setting you’re in. So is outright abuse. I’m not going to get into all the shades and flavors here. I am going to hit one story-starter that gets used waaaay too much, and has me hurling books against the wall. And that’s the classic “orphan/child with abusive family raised with Every Hand Against Them ends up on Adventure and becomes Hero”.

I loathe this, because it shows the writer has not done the research.

Humans are social animals. Even the staunchest introvert, as a child, needs people to survive. Not enough physical and emotional care kills infants. Literally. Look up “failure to thrive”. It’s not too good for kids past the bare infant stage, either. Abuse generally drives a child to be small and quiet and try not to set off explosions, because they need the family to feed and otherwise care for them, or they die. Neglect drives a child to clown, act out, and otherwise draw attention, because again, without someone paying enough attention to provide basic care, the child dies.

A child living with “every hand against them”, every adult they ever interact with feeling free to either ignore them or abuse them, is generally dead before they hit puberty. Long before.

The ones that live? They split. They run. They vanish into the cracks of society, generally trying to avoid anyone or anything from the situation that tried to kill them. You know, like sane people.

And they are generally not heroes. Why should they be? What’s the rest of the world ever done for them?

A hero has to care. A hero has to want what’s best for something larger than just themselves. A hero has to have compassion - and human compassion doesn’t spring out of a blank slate. It has to be learned.

If you want a character to have a horrible background and yet still become a hero... they have to have had some kind of caregiver. Some mentor who held them to standards, and helped them learn to meet them. Some relative who made sure they had food, clothing, shelter whenever they could. Someone who cared.

You can’t just write “everything and everyone was horrible to this character, but they became a Hero, So There.” That’s not how people work.

Think about your characters. If they had horrible lives, why? Who hurt them? And who helped them? Because without help, they wouldn’t be here.

It makes your story more complicated. But that’s people for you. Make it real!

#creative writing #characters #cranky #very cranky

[burning-sol]

So I was putting off this post until I had more notes in my google doc but @spacedustwarrior made an amazing post that's kicked my brain into high gear. So! Let's talk about Gillion and his emotional dysregulation.

There's a lot that can be said about Gillion's trauma as a child: being neglected, being abused, being isolated... But what I REALLY want to hone in on for this post is the fact that Gillion didn't have any way to escape his situation physically or emotionally, and we need to talk about how that's affected his response to stressors and why he starts to act so differently in #73.

We know that Gillion had to undergo intense training from an extremely young age and wasn't given much time outside of that. Most of the time he was physically getting beat up and having to rigourously study, where he was emotionally put down for having learning difficulties and constrained to even LESS free time so he could study more. From his first flashback in #8 we can see that even in his spare time he isn't even relaxing, he talks to Edyn WHILE he polishes his shield/sharpens his sword. The things he talks about with Edyn is not a break from his training, it's Edyn just trying to keep Gillion up enough to keep going. Of his little time that would continue to get smaller and smaller he couldn't even have the reprieve of pretending to be a normal person. His ENTIRE life has been revolving around being the Chosen One and having to endure a LOT of pain.

Without a reprieve from stress, Gillion has learnt to ADAPT to being stressed instead of relaxing. I really need to emphasise that there's a STARK difference between being less stressed and relaxing. I'm pretty much referring to the faux window of tolerance here which, crudely summed up by me, is when an individual appears to be able to cope and function normally when in reality they're existing in constant stress. You can already probably see how this relates to Gillion, who appears to act fine most of the time but we've learnt is dealing with a LOT of baggage. We get glimpes into this when he brings up his trauma nonchalantly, moments of going quiet and looking off into space, we know that even when he's spending time out of battle he's policing his own thoughts RIGOROUSLY and constantly judging himself like when he was back in training (#71). He's still in this hardwired state of stress that he can't break away from.

So back to Gillion as a child, what were his options to relieve him of constant stress? Well there was Edyn (who he couldn't see a lot of the time), he could emotionally distance himself from the situation to try and get through the days, and he was given Pretzel who very much acts as his emotional support animal. And we haven't really seen Gillion adapt that much from this, which is not very surprising all things considered.

We haven't had much time to linger on Gillion's trauma and what we DO know is, more often than not, in moments he's alone instead of when he's with other people. We see his major flashback when he's blacked out, he reunites with Edyn without Chip and Jay being present, when we get to see Gillion's appearance as a child he has run off on his own in the hall of illusions. Chip and Jay didn't even know why they found Gillion the way they did until he's FORCED to admit he was banished. Again, he's trying his hardest to emotionally distance himself and talking about it with others openly is a big can of worms he's not up for sharing. He needs things to remain relatively stagnant to help with his stress, too much change emotionally is way too much for him.

SO the million dollar question is what happens when one of his big three coping mechanisms gets taken away from him? Well the answer is that his emotions go into high gear because he doesn't know how else to deal with all the weight he's under. His emotions flip on a dime between being agitated and straight up depressed because his comfort zone has been severely disturbed. As pointed out in the, again, AMAZING post @spacedustwarrior made- Gillion isn't TRYING to hurt other people with this: he's still quite kind to the others around him and maintains some of his heroics. This is just him not knowing what the ever loving fuck to DO with himself because he's never been in a situation without Pretzel ever since she was gifted to him. It's hard to understate how BIG of the disturbance this is to his usual functioning, he just CAN'T keep as emotionally distant as what he's used to.

TLDR; Gillion is in constant stress due to his trauma and when Pretzel is taken he becomes high key emotionally dysregulated because it disturbs his usual coping mechanisms.

When I finish my google doc I'll be able to have better notes to cite and may even change my thoughts on this depending on what happens but this is just what I'm putting out there presently. A big note on this potentially changing because it really depends on future developments in Gillion's character and also on how you want to interpret evidence from the series. E.g I'm rewatching the series to take notes and it's helping change and consolidate my thoughts.

Another note, I pretty much contained this to how Gillion copes with his trauma rather than what are all the behaviours he developed because of his trauma. If I were to go into that we'd be talking about abandoment issues, why he sometimes acts more childlike, his black and white thinking, his lack of regard for his own well being- Gillion is all kinds of fucked up and there's so many things that can be said about that: so please understand I didn't want to get into all that in this singular post.

Anyways, let's all just sob and stab Charlie a million times because how could he do this to my blorbo from shows? Truly despicable. Also fuck Grizzly. (this is lighthearted, im extremely invested in this campaign and i absolutely love it. they do a very good job)

#📚 my posts #📝 essays #just roll with it #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #also sorry if i worded this poorly #i tried my best but i can be kinda poor with my writing at times. #jrwi spoilers #jrwi riptide spoilers #jrwi gillion spoilers

[map-of-obsessions]

Circus of Crows- No trauma au

Seventeen year old Kaz Rietveld is a magician, who performs in Ketterdam with his brother Jordie as his manager. Together they have traveled to Ravka for a meeting of local performers. There he meets a Suli acrobat who might just be the most incredible girl he's ever seen.

This is a no trauma au based on the whole 'we'd find each other in every universe' idea. Inej was never kidnapped, Jordie never dies. Kaz's parents are still dead so I guess it's just a less trauma au for him lol. Also, I don't want to erase Kaz as a disabled character so in this version his leg was broken in the accident on the farm that killed his father.

I'm already halfway through writing chapter 2, and I have plans for a few other chapters after that. Kaz is pretty out of character here but a lot of his ruthless and aggressive behaviour was for survival in the barrel, so it wouldn't have developed in this universe. Enjoy!

Chapter 1:

Kaz

"Who will dare to defy death itself?"

"I will,"

The Suli girl raised her arms into the air and looked down across the crowd. Kaz gazed up at her in wonder, the wire was the highest he'd ever seen it, he had no idea how she was going to cross it safely. The man-probably a relative, most of the suli performers are related- had continued his speech, but he wasn't really listening anymore. The girl had started to walk the wire, taking slow steps along, pacing back and forth as if she was dancing. Kaz was mesmerised, she was incredible. He watched as she made her way along the wire, flipping forwards onto her hands and walking along them for the last few feet only to flip back and land on the platform upright.

Kaz let out his breath, he hadn't let himself look away or even breathe while she was performing, worried that breaking his focus might somehow put her in danger. He hooked his cane into the crook of his elbow, leaving both hands free to clap as hard as he could while she climbed down the ladder back to the ground and bowed. His older brother, Jordie nudged him on the shoulder and smiled knowingly.

"She's cute,"

"Shut up Jordie," He hissed, trying to hide his smile. She was an incredible performer, that was the only reason he'd been captivated (definitely /not/ because she was one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen).

The brothers stood side by side as the show continued, watching intently. Eventually, the twins caught the final few juggling balls and bowed, running offstage towards the acrobat girl, who wrapped them up in a hug. Kaz and Jordie applauded along with the rest of the crowd, but Kaz's mind had already moved on.

Kaz was still young- only 17- but he was hoping that this convention for local performers would help him get his foot in the door as an established magician. He'd been making decent business in Ketterdam but Jordie thought he could make more money if he travelled through Ravka too, so here he was.

All of the people attending were camping out on the beach at Ravka's border, taking it in turns to perform. Kaz sat beside his brother by the campfire, eating dinner in silence.

"You OK Kaz? You're quiet today," Jordie asked, swallowing the last bite of his food.

Kaz shifted, "Yeah, I'm fine,"

"Leg giving you grief?"

"No its fine,"

"Nervous about tomorrow?"

"Of course not, I've performed in front of bigger crowds than this,"

Jordie made a show of looking around before he spoke next, dropping his voice to a mock whisper. "You thinking of an excuse to talk to the acrobat girl?"

"What?! No! I totally forgot about her," Kaz glared at his brother, letting his annoyance creep into his voice. "I wasn't thinking about anything, I just had nothing to say,"

Jordie scoffed and grabbed Kaz's wrist, dragging him over to where the Suli family were sitting.

"Excuse me sir, I'm Jordie Rietveld. And this is my brother Kaz. We just wanted to say we thought you guys were amazing today,"

The Suli man smiled warmly, releasing all of the anger that had climbed up Kaz's chest.

"Thank you boys, that's lovely of you to say. What was your act? I'm sorry to say I don't remember seeing you perform,"

"Ah, I don't perform. I just work the behind the scenes. Kaz is the wizard,"

"I'm not a wizard, I'm a magician." Kaz cut in. He turned to the Suli man, "My slot isn't until tomorrow afternoon,"

"Well I look forward to seeing you,"

Kaz smiled, trying not to look to hard around him, not for the girl, he was just curious. Jordie was doing that infuriating smile again.

"I think my brother's favourite act was the acrobat,"

Kaz cleared his throat and hit his brother with the crow head of his cane. "Yeah, she was um- really impressive,"

The man chuckled, exchanging a glance with Jordie, "Ah, yes Inej is quite the talent. She's my daughter, I trained her myself,"

Jordie was still talking, complimenting the man's skills most likely. Kaz wasn't really listening anymore.

Inej.

Somehow, knowing her name made him want to speak to her more. His mind raced through a thousand reasons to need to see her, each more unreasonable than the last. He shook his head and laughed quietly at himself, he was being ridiculous. She was just some girl, she didn't even know who he was, and he needed to get Jordie away from this poor man before he embarrassed either of them any more.

"I'm sorry, Mr-?"

"Ghafa," The man prompted.

Kaz smiled. "Mr. Ghafa, my brother and I have taken up too much of your time already, we'll get out of your hair,"

He dug his fingers into Jordie's arm and dragged him away before he or Mr. Ghafa could reply.

"Whoah Whoah Whoah," Jordie said, pulling his arm out of Kaz's grip. "slow down, what was that for?"

"You're being ridiculous. We can't just waltz over to some random man we've never met and start complimenting his daughter, it's creepy,"

"OK ok calm down, sorry. I just want to see my little bro get some action, that's all,"

Kaz rolled his eyes and glared at his brother. "Stop talking before I hit you again,"

Jordie laughed, but he knew better than to call his bluff, and didn't mention the girl for the rest of the evening.

Later that night, Kaz lay low in his sleeping bag, curled with his back to Jordie, turning his mind over the events of the day. Again and again his thoughts went back to Inej, he saw her on the high wire- looking more like an angel than a human- surveying the crowd. He imagined her noticing him, remembering him somehow, waving maybe. He rubbed his eyes frustratedly. Stupid, he was being stupid.

He couldn't remember if he dreamed that night, but when he woke, the image of her on the highwire was still burned into his mind.

#Jordie would be the biggest kanej shipper #Argue with the wall #Kanej #kaz x inej #inej x kaz #kanej my beloved #Kaz brekker #kaz rietveld #jordie rietveld #Inej ghafa #Six of crows #Crooked Kingdom #Grishaverse #Six of crows fic #Kanej fic #Kaz brekker fic #Inej ghafa fic

[tyrantchimera]

Tagged by @shreedle

Row 1:

That's "has" a FF.net account, not "had"

Had a wattpad account, didn't post much I was just taking the username

Have an AO3 account and regularly try yo support the site (though I tried to get a gift once and it never showed up...)

Definitely roleplaysd, never finished anything.

Row 2:

A absolutely used to beta, and not just for friends. I still do on rare occasion but I'm not fast at it anymore.

Don't know if I've published a fully unbeta'd fic but I've definitely rushed a oneshot here or there.

Tried to leave kudos on something I already kudos'd before. Didn't work but "A for effort" lol

Row 3:

The middle is self explanatory. Just look at all the marvel recreations or altered/adapted Shakespeare plays. They just offical AUs.

Multifandom writer indeed. Just look at my pages lol.

Don't always love it, but will often research as needed (ie how children of young ages act or react to traumas for "Finders Keepers". Mind you it was very light research)

Row 4:

I often write a plot outline before any major fic, or just to write down an idea before I forget it. This is the funniest part for me and often the fics don't make it past this part. I like having multiple scenarios and playing connect-the-dots with them. Critical thinking excercises are fun.

I am a feedback whore. Gimme all the validation.

I have done art trades or received fanart, but don't recall having commissioned any.

...too many WIPs and abandoned outlines. Way too many. I don't have the levels of energy or motivation that I used to. Yay Depression...

Editing/formatting is something I do A LOT. The average chapter may get 3-4 re-read and edits before posting minimum before it goes up. And I still miss things XP

Row 5:

I have learned that if I have an idea at 2am or whatever, I have to write it down. Immediately. Or I'll forget and be mad about it.

I am an attention seeker and I want all the attention for all my fics. But especially my Megaman ZX fics, or "Finders Keepers". This fandom needs more live, it's basically undead.

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Crazy Rich Idol | Doyoung

Chapter 3

chaebol! Kim Doyoung x chaebol! Original Female Character

Word count: 2,021

Summary: What truly goes on behind the lights, the stages and the performances? Kim Doyoung has lived his idol life quietly, getting ample exposure and being in a popular group. He was now fully independent and plans to continue his life in this direction.

Yet all things are easier said than done. Once his old life begins to creep up to him it was getting harder to escape and runaway. What does this humble and scandal free idol truly hide?

Genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, drama

Warning(s): eventual smut, violence, trauma, guns, blood

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He bows to faces he both recognized and had no idea who they were. Right now, he was the only one standing by his father's grave. His mother did not sleep for two days, since his father passed and the first night of his visit. That was the case for his father's two older sisters and his only cousin. Outside, there were people from the house serving people food and drinks, he was lucky to have them as he was unsure whether or not he could smile and serve people food. He was sure among the crowd outside the main room was his cousin's wife's, since she did greet him earlier, he wasn't sure if she's left already. He can't blame her if she did, their kids were very young and staying too long here would mean leaving the kids with their still emotionally unstable father.

Doyoung stands on his feet once he hears someone approaching the viewing room. As soon as they enter he bows his head first.��

There was no need to look up, they would all say the same thing. They would sing praises for his father and whisper their condolences, yet the moment they sit with their colleagues and co-workers they would mutter all kinds of things about the family owned conglomerate, and him.

"Dongyoung," a hand runs down his arm, which surprised him. Instead of being greeted with a fake smile and infinite praise for his deceased father, he was greeted with a warm smile.

"I heard you were here alone." Her hand goes down to his hands, Jinah then proceeds to squeeze it in assurance, before standing right beside him. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Standing beside you, what else am I doing?” If anyone walked in right now, unaware of who she was, they would think that she truly was a relative of the deceased. Her black attire, and cleanly pushed back hair, it was as if she was mourning as he was.

“People are going to get the wrong idea,” his hand points between the two of them, “between us.”

“Will you calm down,” she swats Doyoung’s hand away, “my brother just got stopped by some snar faced old man who was trying to suck up to him.”

“Your brother?” Doyoung stands up straight and shifts his whole body towards her as if she was joking. If his gulp wasn’t audible for Jinah, it sure did echo inside his head. 

“What’s with you?” Jinah makes him turn back into where he was facing earlier by turning him by his shoulder. 

At the moment where she had both her hands on his shoulders someone entered the room. Instead of flinching off of his body just like how anyone would react if seen standing a little too close with an idol, both their eyes only turn towards the person slowly. He stands there in absolute confusion at first before a smirk grows on his lips. He then lifts his hand then points between the two of them. “Are you two dating?” 

Jinah takes her hand off of Doyoung’s shoulders before she starts shaking her head aggressively. 

“We just saw each other for the first time since I dropped out of high school.” Doyoung smoothes out his suit.

“And anyone could date within that period.” Jung Minki was a walking teasing machine to the two of them. He may have been the reason behind the whole rumor of them engaged back in high school. He was the type to make fun of their relationship when things were purely platonic between the two of them. As MInki, himself, would say he was the biggest Dongyoung and Jinah shipper among the family.

“I’m kidding!” This time Minki smiles apologetically at Doyoung. He simply opened his arms and in an instant had Doyoung in his arms, just like the older brother he was. “My condolences, Dongyoung.” A hand, for the first time, one that wasn’t shaking, soothes his back. This was the first time he felt truly assured, as if he could bawl inside his arms. 

“You arrived a little too late, don’t you think?” Doyoung hides the tears wanting to fall with a joke.

“My father hasn’t been himself since your father passed,” Minki moved back and placed his hands over his arms, “so, Jinah and I have been doing all his work and meetings.” He squeezed Doyoung’s arms before standing right beside Jinah.

“There’s no one who can understand him more than you could.” Doyoung comments as they all stand by the wall waiting to greet another person who would view his father’s memorial and offer their condolences.

“He probably has it worse than me.” 

Their conversation was cut when a group of younger employees entered the chairman’s viewing room. 

If there was one thing Jinah and Minki had understood since they were young, it was that Doyoung was one that catches anyone’s attention. In the split moment that the younger employees looked at Doyoung, the two of them heard them gasp. His small face, and bunny like features seem to astound them, not to mention the build he worked so hard for. He truly was a textbook definition of what it means to be hot. 

That, or they recognized the young man who was often on TVs. 

Just as quick as they reacted to standing in front of the good looking son of the chair, they were quick to bow their heads towards them and run out of the small room with such a good looking guy. 

“How does it feel to be good looking?” Jinah teases the man standing beside him, who didn’t seem to be flustered by the reaction. 

"A burden," she sees him hide his smirk, "but the greatest way to inflate my ego." He leans in closer with a full blown smile on his face. 

"I shouldn't have said anything," Jinah rolls her eyes and hits his shoulders making him stand straight once again. 

It was weird, he was mourning, Doyoung was sure he was. There was fear surrounding him, the sound of condolences seemed to deafen him as well, yet in the presence of these two siblings, things were much lighter on his shoulders. He glances at the two of them who were whispering between each other, and all he could think of was his gratitude. As a smile slowly makes it on his face, the lady beside him, who seems to feel his sight set on the two of them, turns her head.

Immediately the smile on Doyoung's face gone, since her face was contorted in a manner that felt like she was mocking him. "Dongyoung," she pauses and takes a step back, standing closer to her brother, "what's with you?"

As if the tension shared when she entered the room was gone, or the tension shared not so long ago in her work place was now also gone. Instead, there was that comforting presence of their shared youth. Probably the most constant image in his life was her, and how she was acting right now, it was as if they didn't spend a day apart.

"I was just…" Doyoung can't find the right word, "...observing."

"Observing?" Minki's eyebrow raised at his choice of words. "It's not like this is the first time you've seen us—" 

Doyoung knew Minki had much more to say, but his brain zoned out the moment a group of young men entered the room in which they stood. Their all black attires and unstyled hair should blend them in, yet they stood out like a sore thumb. Brightly coloured hairs, small faces and lean builds, they were hard to miss. "Doyoung," not to mention the use of his stage name, one that was never recognized and used among all the workers, clients, and VIPs he greeted earlier.

"Taeyong," he was only able to call out the name of their leader, but seven other men stood beside him, "thank you for visiting my father's grave." He bows his head, this was the only thing he could think of at this moment. He had heaps more to say, one filled with apologies and regrets, yet this was the only thing he could do right now.

"NCT 127, right?" Jinah intervenes in the awkward interaction between the two members.

"Yes," was their simple reply.

"I apologize for the other day," Jinah quickly bows her head and pulls Doyoung back into standing position by his arms, "I received a sudden news about this guy's," she points at Doyoung with her thumb, "father, one that involved life or death." Jinah, as humbly as she could, bows her head in apology.

“It’s fine,” Taeyong, the leader, took charge with conversing with the director of JBG, but as soon as took a good look at the altar filled with flowers and a photo in the middle, it became abundantly clear how things turned out, “it was a situation far more important than work.” His eyes then traveled over to the man who stood there quietly and was opening and closing his mouth.

“You must be Dongyoung's group, right?” Minki’s bright personality threw the tension off of them immediately. He put out his hand and began shaking all their hands individually. “I’m Jung Minki, this one’s,” he points to Jinah using his thumb, “older brother.”

Then there was an immediate change in expression among the boys in the crowd. Jinah was one that they couldn’t believe was present in their shoot, aside from being the daughter of the JBG conglomerate, she was also a director for one of the biggest conglomerates in the country. It was harder to comprehend how they were standing right in front of the president of JBG.

“Looks like we have to compensate for the disturbed shoot that you have experienced.”

“No,” the group, including Doyoung, shakes their heads. 

“Well then, can I ask you one small favor then?” 

“Sure!” This time it was Johnny who responded the quickest. 

Minki walks over to stand beside Doyoung. He puts his arms around his shoulders, his face immediately turns sour at what Minki was doing. “This little brother of mine,” Minki pats Doyoung’s chest, “needs some explaining to do, to his group mates. Would you mind hearing his explanation?” 

Looks were exchanged between the members, as if it was already a given that Doyoung needed to explain himself. It was simply up to their standards on whether his explanation was one that they would quickly forgive. 

“Well then.” Minki no longer waits for a response from the group, “go ahead before Dongyoung gets all busy with sucking up to those weird elder men.” Minki pushes Doyoung towards his members and with a smile, assured him that they were going to stand as his father’s family for the few moments that he would be gone.

Of the thoughts he was plagued with, he never thought that there would be a day where he had to explain to his members who his father was. He was hoping that eventually his father would come to accept the choice of pursuing his career, and eventually greet his members. He never once thought that their first encounter with his father would be in his death. 

“I think we’ve figured out a number of what is going on here.” Haechan was the first to speak as soon as they all sat down. With eyes watching them navigate through the crowd and watching them sit down. “That your father works for JBG, probably one of the directors right?” 

Doyoung wanted to tie his lips down, but with what was about to unfold there was no way he could hide this any longer. He knows that this news of his father’s death should be all over the news already, whatever his cousin and aunts were doing to suppress it, they were doing phenomenally well. 

“It’s much more than that.” Doyoung’s statement makes all heads turn towards him. As he raises his head, he takes notice of their eagerness to know. “My father’s name is Kim Dongmin,” he hears them gasp, “as in, the chairperson and president of the Byul Conglomerate.”

He bows to faces he both recognized and had no idea who they were. Right now, he was the only one standing by his father's grave. His mother did not sleep for two days, since his father passed and the first night of his visit. That was the case for his father's two older sisters and his only cousin. Outside, there were people from the house serving people food and drinks, he was lucky to have them as he was unsure whether or not he could smile and serve people food. He was sure among the crowd outside the main room was his cousin's wife's, since she did greet him earlier, he wasn't sure if she's left already. He can't blame her if she did, their kids were very young and staying too long here would mean leaving the kids with their still emotionally unstable father.

Doyoung stands on his feet once he hears someone approaching the viewing room. As soon as they enter he bows his head first. 

There was no need to look up, they would all say the same thing. They would sing praises for his father and whisper their condolences, yet the moment they sit with their colleagues and co-workers they would mutter all kinds of things about the family owned conglomerate, and him.

"Dongyoung," a hand runs down his arm, which surprised him. Instead of being greeted with a fake smile and infinite praise for his deceased father, he was greeted with a warm smile.

"I heard you were here alone." Her hand goes down to his hands, Jinah then proceeds to squeeze it in assurance, before standing right beside him. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Standing beside you, what else am I doing?” If anyone walked in right now, unaware of who she was, they would think that she truly was a relative of the deceased. Her black attire, and cleanly pushed back hair, it was as if she was mourning as he was.

“People are going to get the wrong idea,” his hand points between the two of them, “between us.”

“Will you calm down,” she swats Doyoung’s hand away, “my brother just got stopped by some snar faced old man who was trying to suck up to him.”

“Your brother?” Doyoung stands up straight and shifts his whole body towards her as if she was joking. If his gulp wasn’t audible for Jinah, it sure did echo inside his head. 

“What’s with you?” Jinah makes him turn back into where he was facing earlier by turning him by his shoulder. 

At the moment where she had both her hands on his shoulders someone entered the room. Instead of flinching off of his body just like how anyone would react if seen standing a little too close with an idol, both their eyes only turn towards the person slowly. He stands there in absolute confusion at first before a smirk grows on his lips. He then lifts his hand then points between the two of them. “Are you two dating?” 

Jinah takes her hand off of Doyoung’s shoulders before she starts shaking her head aggressively. 

“We just saw each other for the first time since I dropped out of high school.” Doyoung smoothes out his suit.

“And anyone could date within that period.” Jung Minki was a walking teasing machine to the two of them. He may have been the reason behind the whole rumor of them engaged back in high school. He was the type to make fun of their relationship when things were purely platonic between the two of them. As MInki, himself, would say he was the biggest Dongyoung and Jinah shipper among the family.

“I’m kidding!” This time Minki smiles apologetically at Doyoung. He simply opened his arms and in an instant had Doyoung in his arms, just like the older brother he was. “My condolences, Dongyoung.” A hand, for the first time, one that wasn’t shaking, soothes his back. This was the first time he felt truly assured, as if he could bawl inside his arms. 

“You arrived a little too late, don’t you think?” Doyoung hides the tears wanting to fall with a joke.

“My father hasn’t been himself since your father passed,” Minki moved back and placed his hands over his arms, “so, Jinah and I have been doing all his work and meetings.” He squeezed Doyoung’s arms before standing right beside Jinah.

“There’s no one who can understand him more than you could.” Doyoung comments as they all stand by the wall waiting to greet another person who would view his father’s memorial and offer their condolences.

“He probably has it worse than me.” 

Their conversation was cut when a group of younger employees entered the chairman’s viewing room. 

If there was one thing Jinah and Minki had understood since they were young, it was that Doyoung was one that catches anyone’s attention. In the split moment that the younger employees looked at Doyoung, the two of them heard them gasp. His small face, and bunny like features seem to astound them, not to mention the build he worked so hard for. He truly was a textbook definition of what it means to be hot. 

That, or they recognized the young man who was often on TVs. 

Just as quick as they reacted to standing in front of the good looking son of the chair, they were quick to bow their heads towards them and run out of the small room with such a good looking guy. 

“How does it feel to be good looking?” Jinah teases the man standing beside him, who didn’t seem to be flustered by the reaction. 

"A burden," she sees him hide his smirk, "but the greatest way to inflate my ego." He leans in closer with a full blown smile on his face. 

"I shouldn't have said anything," Jinah rolls her eyes and hits his shoulders making him stand straight once again. 

It was weird, he was mourning, Doyoung was sure he was. There was fear surrounding him, the sound of condolences seemed to deafen him as well, yet in the presence of these two siblings, things were much lighter on his shoulders. He glances at the two of them who were whispering between each other, and all he could think of was his gratitude. As a smile slowly makes it on his face, the lady beside him, who seems to feel his sight set on the two of them, turns her head.

Immediately the smile on Doyoung's face gone, since her face was contorted in a manner that felt like she was mocking him. "Dongyoung," she pauses and takes a step back, standing closer to her brother, "what's with you?"

As if the tension shared when she entered the room was gone, or the tension shared not so long ago in her work place was now also gone. Instead, there was that comforting presence of their shared youth. Probably the most constant image in his life was her, and how she was acting right now, it was as if they didn't spend a day apart.

"I was just…" Doyoung can't find the right word, "...observing."

"Observing?" Minki's eyebrow raised at his choice of words. "It's not like this is the first time you've seen us—" 

Doyoung knew Minki had much more to say, but his brain zoned out the moment a group of young men entered the room in which they stood. Their all black attires and unstyled hair should blend them in, yet they stood out like a sore thumb. Brightly coloured hairs, small faces and lean builds, they were hard to miss. "Doyoung," not to mention the use of his stage name, one that was never recognized and used among all the workers, clients, and VIPs he greeted earlier.

"Taeyong," he was only able to call out the name of their leader, but seven other men stood beside him, "thank you for visiting my father's grave." He bows his head, this was the only thing he could think of at this moment. He had heaps more to say, one filled with apologies and regrets, yet this was the only thing he could do right now.

"NCT 127, right?" Jinah intervenes in the awkward interaction between the two members.

"Yes," was their simple reply.

"I apologize for the other day," Jinah quickly bows her head and pulls Doyoung back into standing position by his arms, "I received a sudden news about this guy's," she points at Doyoung with her thumb, "father, one that involved life or death." Jinah, as humbly as she could, bows her head in apology.

“It’s fine,” Taeyong, the leader, took charge with conversing with the director of JBG, but as soon as took a good look at the altar filled with flowers and a photo in the middle, it became abundantly clear how things turned out, “it was a situation far more important than work.” His eyes then traveled over to the man who stood there quietly and was opening and closing his mouth.

“You must be Dongyoung's group, right?” Minki’s bright personality threw the tension off of them immediately. He put out his hand and began shaking all their hands individually. “I’m Jung Minki, this one’s,” he points to Jinah using his thumb, “older brother.”

Then there was an immediate change in expression among the boys in the crowd. Jinah was one that they couldn’t believe was present in their shoot, aside from being the daughter of the JBG conglomerate, she was also a director for one of the biggest conglomerates in the country. It was harder to comprehend how they were standing right in front of the president of JBG.

“Looks like we have to compensate for the disturbed shoot that you have experienced.”

“No,” the group, including Doyoung, shakes their heads. 

“Well then, can I ask you one small favor then?” 

“Sure!” This time it was Johnny who responded the quickest. 

Minki walks over to stand beside Doyoung. He puts his arms around his shoulders, his face immediately turns sour at what Minki was doing. “This little brother of mine,” Minki pats Doyoung’s chest, “needs some explaining to do, to his group mates. Would you mind hearing his explanation?” 

Looks were exchanged between the members, as if it was already a given that Doyoung needed to explain himself. It was simply up to their standards on whether his explanation was one that they would quickly forgive. 

“Well then.” Minki no longer waits for a response from the group, “go ahead before Dongyoung gets all busy with sucking up to those weird elder men.” Minki pushes Doyoung towards his members and with a smile, assured him that they were going to stand as his father’s family for the few moments that he would be gone.

Of the thoughts he was plagued with, he never thought that there would be a day where he had to explain to his members who his father was. He was hoping that eventually his father would come to accept the choice of pursuing his career, and eventually greet his members. He never once thought that their first encounter with his father would be in his death. 

“I think we’ve figured out a number of what is going on here.” Haechan was the first to speak as soon as they all sat down. With eyes watching them navigate through the crowd and watching them sit down. “That your father works for JBG, probably one of the directors right?” 

Doyoung wanted to tie his lips down, but with what was about to unfold there was no way he could hide this any longer. He knows that this news of his father’s death should be all over the news already, whatever his cousin and aunts were doing to suppress it, they were doing phenomenally well. 

“It’s much more than that.” Doyoung’s statement makes all heads turn towards him. As he raises his head, he takes notice of their eagerness to know. “My father’s name is Kim Dongmin,” he hears them gasp, “as in, the chairperson and president of the Byul Conglomerate.”

He bows to faces he both recognized and had no idea who they were. Right now, he was the only one standing by his father's grave. His mother did not sleep for two days, since his father passed and the first night of his visit. That was the case for his father's two older sisters and his only cousin. Outside, there were people from the house serving people food and drinks, he was lucky to have them as he was unsure whether or not he could smile and serve people food. He was sure among the crowd outside the main room was his cousin's wife's, since she did greet him earlier, he wasn't sure if she's left already. He can't blame her if she did, their kids were very young and staying too long here would mean leaving the kids with their still emotionally unstable father.

Doyoung stands on his feet once he hears someone approaching the viewing room. As soon as they enter he bows his head first. 

There was no need to look up, they would all say the same thing. They would sing praises for his father and whisper their condolences, yet the moment they sit with their colleagues and co-workers they would mutter all kinds of things about the family owned conglomerate, and him.

"Dongyoung," a hand runs down his arm, which surprised him. Instead of being greeted with a fake smile and infinite praise for his deceased father, he was greeted with a warm smile.

"I heard you were here alone." Her hand goes down to his hands, Jinah then proceeds to squeeze it in assurance, before standing right beside him. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Standing beside you, what else am I doing?” If anyone walked in right now, unaware of who she was, they would think that she truly was a relative of the deceased. Her black attire, and cleanly pushed back hair, it was as if she was mourning as he was.

“People are going to get the wrong idea,” his hand points between the two of them, “between us.”

“Will you calm down,” she swats Doyoung’s hand away, “my brother just got stopped by some snar faced old man who was trying to suck up to him.”

“Your brother?” Doyoung stands up straight and shifts his whole body towards her as if she was joking. If his gulp wasn’t audible for Jinah, it sure did echo inside his head. 

“What’s with you?” Jinah makes him turn back into where he was facing earlier by turning him by his shoulder. 

At the moment where she had both her hands on his shoulders someone entered the room. Instead of flinching off of his body just like how anyone would react if seen standing a little too close with an idol, both their eyes only turn towards the person slowly. He stands there in absolute confusion at first before a smirk grows on his lips. He then lifts his hand then points between the two of them. “Are you two dating?” 

Jinah takes her hand off of Doyoung’s shoulders before she starts shaking her head aggressively. 

“We just saw each other for the first time since I dropped out of high school.” Doyoung smoothes out his suit.

“And anyone could date within that period.” Jung Minki was a walking teasing machine to the two of them. He may have been the reason behind the whole rumor of them engaged back in high school. He was the type to make fun of their relationship when things were purely platonic between the two of them. As MInki, himself, would say he was the biggest Dongyoung and Jinah shipper among the family.

“I’m kidding!” This time Minki smiles apologetically at Doyoung. He simply opened his arms and in an instant had Doyoung in his arms, just like the older brother he was. “My condolences, Dongyoung.” A hand, for the first time, one that wasn’t shaking, soothes his back. This was the first time he felt truly assured, as if he could bawl inside his arms. 

“You arrived a little too late, don’t you think?” Doyoung hides the tears wanting to fall with a joke.

“My father hasn’t been himself since your father passed,” Minki moved back and placed his hands over his arms, “so, Jinah and I have been doing all his work and meetings.” He squeezed Doyoung’s arms before standing right beside Jinah.

“There’s no one who can understand him more than you could.” Doyoung comments as they all stand by the wall waiting to greet another person who would view his father’s memorial and offer their condolences.

“He probably has it worse than me.” 

Their conversation was cut when a group of younger employees entered the chairman’s viewing room. 

If there was one thing Jinah and Minki had understood since they were young, it was that Doyoung was one that catches anyone’s attention. In the split moment that the younger employees looked at Doyoung, the two of them heard them gasp. His small face, and bunny like features seem to astound them, not to mention the build he worked so hard for. He truly was a textbook definition of what it means to be hot. 

That, or they recognized the young man who was often on TVs. 

Just as quick as they reacted to standing in front of the good looking son of the chair, they were quick to bow their heads towards them and run out of the small room with such a good looking guy. 

“How does it feel to be good looking?” Jinah teases the man standing beside him, who didn’t seem to be flustered by the reaction. 

"A burden," she sees him hide his smirk, "but the greatest way to inflate my ego." He leans in closer with a full blown smile on his face. 

"I shouldn't have said anything," Jinah rolls her eyes and hits his shoulders making him stand straight once again. 

It was weird, he was mourning, Doyoung was sure he was. There was fear surrounding him, the sound of condolences seemed to deafen him as well, yet in the presence of these two siblings, things were much lighter on his shoulders. He glances at the two of them who were whispering between each other, and all he could think of was his gratitude. As a smile slowly makes it on his face, the lady beside him, who seems to feel his sight set on the two of them, turns her head.

Immediately the smile on Doyoung's face gone, since her face was contorted in a manner that felt like she was mocking him. "Dongyoung," she pauses and takes a step back, standing closer to her brother, "what's with you?"

As if the tension shared when she entered the room was gone, or the tension shared not so long ago in her work place was now also gone. Instead, there was that comforting presence of their shared youth. Probably the most constant image in his life was her, and how she was acting right now, it was as if they didn't spend a day apart.

"I was just…" Doyoung can't find the right word, "...observing."

"Observing?" Minki's eyebrow raised at his choice of words. "It's not like this is the first time you've seen us—" 

Doyoung knew Minki had much more to say, but his brain zoned out the moment a group of young men entered the room in which they stood. Their all black attires and unstyled hair should blend them in, yet they stood out like a sore thumb. Brightly coloured hairs, small faces and lean builds, they were hard to miss. "Doyoung," not to mention the use of his stage name, one that was never recognized and used among all the workers, clients, and VIPs he greeted earlier.

"Taeyong," he was only able to call out the name of their leader, but seven other men stood beside him, "thank you for visiting my father's grave." He bows his head, this was the only thing he could think of at this moment. He had heaps more to say, one filled with apologies and regrets, yet this was the only thing he could do right now.

"NCT 127, right?" Jinah intervenes in the awkward interaction between the two members.

"Yes," was their simple reply.

"I apologize for the other day," Jinah quickly bows her head and pulls Doyoung back into standing position by his arms, "I received a sudden news about this guy's," she points at Doyoung with her thumb, "father, one that involved life or death." Jinah, as humbly as she could, bows her head in apology.

“It’s fine,” Taeyong, the leader, took charge with conversing with the director of JBG, but as soon as took a good look at the altar filled with flowers and a photo in the middle, it became abundantly clear how things turned out, “it was a situation far more important than work.” His eyes then traveled over to the man who stood there quietly and was opening and closing his mouth.

“You must be Dongyoung's group, right?” Minki’s bright personality threw the tension off of them immediately. He put out his hand and began shaking all their hands individually. “I’m Jung Minki, this one’s,” he points to Jinah using his thumb, “older brother.”

Then there was an immediate change in expression among the boys in the crowd. Jinah was one that they couldn’t believe was present in their shoot, aside from being the daughter of the JBG conglomerate, she was also a director for one of the biggest conglomerates in the country. It was harder to comprehend how they were standing right in front of the president of JBG.

“Looks like we have to compensate for the disturbed shoot that you have experienced.”

“No,” the group, including Doyoung, shakes their heads. 

“Well then, can I ask you one small favor then?” 

“Sure!” This time it was Johnny who responded the quickest. 

Minki walks over to stand beside Doyoung. He puts his arms around his shoulders, his face immediately turns sour at what Minki was doing. “This little brother of mine,” Minki pats Doyoung’s chest, “needs some explaining to do, to his group mates. Would you mind hearing his explanation?” 

Looks were exchanged between the members, as if it was already a given that Doyoung needed to explain himself. It was simply up to their standards on whether his explanation was one that they would quickly forgive. 

“Well then.” Minki no longer waits for a response from the group, “go ahead before Dongyoung gets all busy with sucking up to those weird elder men.” Minki pushes Doyoung towards his members and with a smile, assured him that they were going to stand as his father’s family for the few moments that he would be gone.

Of the thoughts he was plagued with, he never thought that there would be a day where he had to explain to his members who his father was. He was hoping that eventually his father would come to accept the choice of pursuing his career, and eventually greet his members. He never once thought that their first encounter with his father would be in his death. 

“I think we’ve figured out a number of what is going on here.” Haechan was the first to speak as soon as they all sat down. With eyes watching them navigate through the crowd and watching them sit down. “That your father works for JBG, probably one of the directors right?” 

Doyoung wanted to tie his lips down, but with what was about to unfold there was no way he could hide this any longer. He knows that this news of his father’s death should be all over the news already, whatever his cousin and aunts were doing to suppress it, they were doing phenomenally well. 

“It’s much more than that.” Doyoung’s statement makes all heads turn towards him. As he raises his head, he takes notice of their eagerness to know. “My father’s name is Kim Dongmin,” he hears them gasp, “as in, the chairperson and president of the Byul Conglomerate.”

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[phoenixborn]

Some ships to drop

Hysteria x Cindy

Cindy x Seviathan

Cindy x Frederick 👀

Cindy x Velvette (I remember we talked about it once

Cindy x Leviathan

Cindy x Cupid

Cindy x Pitch

Annnnd

Hysteria x Cindy x Seviathan (in which Hysteria and Seviathan constantly fight over the brain cell)

Ship bingo

Hysteria x Cindy

Look it's a bingo!!! Pastel goth & goth punk solidarity! Well, they have a lot in common despite the incredibly different power scale they operate on. Cindy is definitely...not right in the head either but at least she can recognize and enforce the importance of consent & look after Hysteria. It's a really adorable friends with benefits situation between two young women who enjoy their sexuality and don't know nor care when to shut up.

Cindy x Seviathan

You know how long I wanted to do a love story involving reincarnation and not in the traditional way?? They are adorable, can see them as the jock-cheerleader trope a tiny bit as she is bloody athletic. Her traumas, personality feel like they balance his chaotic dumbass out a little while also enabling him. A fun dynamic between literal cosmic horrors and I'm here for it

Cindy x Frederick

I think we both know what she will do if she breaks up with Seviathan, plus burning down most of his belongings- Getting with his dad is definitely not sane or safe but at least consensual and something she would definitely do. She's aware Frederick is married buuut...yeah. It definitely would be a one time thing, I don't think she would be interested after she got what she wanted: revenge and tentacle dicks.

Cindy x Velvette

I mean...it would be fun buuut Cindy is not Rozy. I feel like Velvet could potentially bring up even accidentally too much of her traumas and Cindy won't hang out with a rapist pimp without ending his life. She also chooses to not drink or do drugs in order to protect her voice; the customizing employees would freak her the fuck out. Also if she's stabbed for the fun of it, she will stab back.

Cindy x Leviathan

Cindy carries a surprising amount of envy. She has suffered so much and she doesn't feel she 'got her reward for it' . Many would say cosmic level power IS a reward but sometimes it feels more of a burden. To know, to hear, to experience so much as a bystander. I think Leviathan could very much play with her anger laced envy, for a while. Until Cindy learns he has been holding her distant relative captive. Until he learns that she's a fucking Véghváry.

Cindy x Cupid

Cindy doesn't understand why the sweet angel of love doesn't hate her. It is extremely wholesome, touching that Cupid is trying to show her how love should work, you know without the murder part. I feel like it probably will be platonic, they are adorable, Cindy needs some kindness in her life...and idk if Cupid needs her chaos in hers though😂

Cindy x Pitch.

Based mainly on @spxcemuses Pitch, but if you want to throw yours I'm ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ) Okay. Hooooly fuck. The first ever ship I've written on Tumblr and I'm not over it the slightest. The enemies to lovers, the struggle whenever exploit her fears to tear down the strongest opposing force; the pain whenever to rip the fearlings out of him for him to be free at last. Technically, he is too a cosmic horror & with my original lore about the creator of fearlings Serin'th adds an extra layer of spice. They...gone through so much, there are many layers, threads, jokes tying them together and honestly it's in my top 10 ships ever written.

Hysteria x Cindy x Seviathan

Fun, chaotic and after a while Cindy would probably lose her patience.😂 I do like the concept and the shenanigans it would cause, the pranks, the 'alliances'; I think they would have a great time. But...she needs something more serious in the long term. Someone who is strong enough emotionally for her because she is not.

#🔥 answered🔥 | now you see the world through my eyes

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🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲 i want more <3

tod waggner & kinsey oliver: tod b like 🧍 prrrety grill. dating christa or not this man is still blushing and stuttering and fumbling over himself in front of pretty girls im sorry theres nothing that can be done to change him. idk truly theyre both survivors of a tragedy??? both were/are incredibly fucked up for a Long Time after said tragedy..... emotional support friends when tod is just like a golden retriever he can be ur esa dog kins.

kirby reed & kinsey oliver: i had this in the tags originally and then was like?? idiot what are u doing sO : kirby is in the fbi now....... and probably would have been (or would have been in training but we can fudge the details ok) just starting out when everything happens with kins and mal the second time,,,, so What If she were to have helped mike (and his team) find them???? i simply think that these girls as her first case is sexy and would be exactly what she needs to throw herself into her job to rly stop ppl like charlie<3 and the man that took kins and mal.

bethany bixler & kinsey oliver: ok so it was a no on the hell priest with a love for pain and pleasure but.... what about deadites. totally different from creatures from hell........... but also we can go Not That and beth could meet kins while shes on tour w a band or something like that. kins if ur nice to her for one (1) second beth can get u backstage to meet the band for free ok just one (1) kind gesture.

jules louden & kinsey oliver: mal is related to the loudens,,, there is not a doubt in my mind that they attended parties at mals house for holidays/special occasions and to think that kinsey would not also be there is absolute insanity. jules/mal/kins (and stef too if she would like to join ofc<3) were probably an unstoppable trio when they were rly young,,, just annoying the absolute hell out of their relatives and gossiping. complete menaces if u see them walking towards u RUN. u know those holidays at ur aunt n uncles where u beg ur parents to sleep over for the night.... yeah thats them. their campouts in mals treehouse<3 but immediate Not Sweet jules comin Back From The Dead.. the first holiday that she attends and maybe mal brings kins with her.... how different their interactions would be.. but also so the same bc they all went through this horrible trauma and still came out on the other sside blah blah u kno. i think they could be neat.

michael roth & kinsey oliver: YEAH BOI. theres so mcuh that we can do with that but what can i write here that we havent already talked about???? what i cAN do is tell u some of my favorite ideas ok. im a sucker for letter threads so ,,,, if kins wants to keep writin mike letters he will answer them. or like. The FIRST letter she sends to start it off. the mental debate he has ab answering. mike interviewing them at the hospital but lowkey having the Worst Time bc he looks at kins and sees hannah and wants to scream and cry but also hug her. IDK i can keep goin i just we need to write them ok. kins (and mal) visiting mike and the others at the station a few months after theyre found to say thanks or smth idkidk thats probably dumb and a bad thread idea. they just have so much potential and the fact that we havent written them yet is a crime @graecland.

#ok hear me out w tod #i have a verse w gruvies where mal and bill are married #and w k that christa is bev's cousin (or smth like that idr i just know we saw marsh and went with it) #and i have a thread where mal was hangin out w christa helpin her w smth for school #anD if tod and christa are together.... mal would know him and so obviously kins would probably know him bc #they are One Person in my mind even if theyre on opposite sides of the country or wORLD they know everything about one another #yeah i did this at work and yeah i had to try not to Scream while doing it #anyw my first thought at kirby was mal/kins ghostface duo but.... thats for another day #removing kirby from scream and placing her into our own universe #so big brained i think #but also if u wanna throw kins (and mal) into scream we should do that too giggle #idk what to say ab beth and kins that wouldnt be basic ass ''let them be friends and do normal things'' so dfkjgdf #kins fighting off / killing deadite mal > #mal and kins not being able to exist without one another in my brain i think is a problem #i always need to relate one back to the other and im Sorry #GETTING JULES AND MIKE BACK TO BACK HELLO #the way that just. all of our ocs are going to connect and be in the same universe at this point #theyve all got to meet at least once #＆. inbox ‚ answered . #hallowburnt

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➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 2)

pairings: mirio togata, tenya iida, katsuki bakugo, aizawa shota, tomura shigaraki, dabi, hawks, mashirao ojiro, tamaki amajiki

warnings: hinting anxiety/anxiety attacks, reverse comfort, also tamaki’s made me cry so have fun lmao 

part one with mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou here!

WHEN YOU COMFORT THEM THE MOMENT THEY BREAK DOWN: MIRIO TOGATA, TENYA IIDA, KATSUKI BAKUGO

MIRIO TOGATA

there was no way that mirio was completely fine after everything that had happened to him

he had lost his quirk, experienced a battle that could result in permanent trauma, and he lost nighteye-- the leader and hero that he had looked up to for so long

but when you told him that it was okay to be strong all the time, mirio had broken

he broke for the first time in what felt like years

“don’t worry a-ahbout me!” 

the saddest part about it?

he was smiling through his tears not even a few moments after his grin broke

his lips were trembling, his eyes were red and his entire body was shaking with suppressed sobs, but he had an unwavering smile.

and that... that was heartwrenching to look at.

his smile fell, his body trembled and he let out a strangled sobbut for some reason, this-- none of it had shown a single trace of weakness. it was a way of him to express very human emotions and reactions as everyone else could.

he wasn’t disappointing nighteye in anyway-- more of showing respect by letting it all out to be able to show genuine smiles in public

how come such human emotions were labeled as good or bad?

“i let him down,” mirio gasped, “i let him down, i hurt him, i could have saved him, and-”

“hey, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. it’s just me baby, it’s just me,” you cooed as you wrapped your arms around him. “shhh, it’s just me. you’re okay.”

mirio’s hands trembled as he gripped tight onto you

his chest was getting tighter as he burst into struggled breaths. he was just so... tired.

a million thoughts zipped through his head at once, but he just had to calm the storm for a while in your arms

TENYA IIDA 

it was right after the accident in hosu city, and everything, everything had gone wrong

even though he didn’t show it at first, he felt used as an advertisement for hatsume, and then losing in a battle with todoroki and felt like he was thriving on dumb luck

he just wanted to make his brother proud, that was-

-if he could, anymore. 

he felt so weak for letting himself feel this way, his head racing and chest heaving as he struggled to breathe

letting your guard down will just make things worse. tensei wouldn’t want this.

tenya’s body visibly trembled as he let out a shaky breath in his dorm room, thinking everything over in the darkness

“iida?” you asked, knocking on the door.

immediately, his demeanor changed as he shifted over to a braver face. 

“hello, y/n!”

just breathe. they’ll be gone sooner or later. breathe.

“why are you up this late at night?” he asked.

“i was just checking in on you, but i should be asking you the same question, sonic boy,” you grinned, until you noticed his hands trembling.

and for some reason, that hurt you. his face was.. so put together with a brave smile, confident eyes, and his head held up high and posture straight and firm

but when you saw his hands trembling and an odd shifting in his chest, you knew something was up

“are you okay?” you tested the words. 

tenya tried. he tried so, so hard to smile and affirm with a confident, “yes!”

but he couldn’t.

“i-i’m not- i’m not sure-,” his voice broke into a whisper. 

“i don’t know.”

you melted into a hug next to him as you took a seat. “hey, you can tell me anything, okay? it’s okay not to have your guard up all the time, it’s not weak to show emotion. just- if you want, can you tell me what’s been going on?”

tenya took a shaky breath and pushed up his glasses. “of course, thank you for asking, i will.”

KATSUKI BAKUGO

after his fight with deku, all of the willpower left in him to hold himself together disappeared 

katsuki had been exhausted after a long day of fighting, not just physically, but emotionally

he had tried to keep his head high for as long as he could, but the moment he went to his dorm room, he just... broke.

angry tears released and he choked out heavy, strangled sobs as he pounded his fist to the ground in frustration

katsuki cursed towards whoever was there, until he found you standing behind him

he was too tired to argue.

“the fuck are you doing here,” he grumbled.

“is something wrong, 'suki?” you whispered. “i was just coming by to drop off your water bottle, you left it during hero training,” you examined his face. “are you- are you okay?”

he loved you, he really did-- but today just wasn’t a good day. “mn-no,” he managed to say.

his chest was heaving and his eyes seemed to be searching the room, as if looking for an exit.

you noticed the dark circles around his eyes and the way his lips trembled. had he been crying?

you slowly cupped his face in your hands, noses touching as you two shared breaths, inhaling and exhaling together

katsuki was too tired to pull away. 

he felt so weak.

you could hear katsuki’s breath shaking but slowly dying in volume as he held him tighter

“hey,” you said softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “you’re gonna be okay ‘suki. you’re gonna be okay.”

they’re pitying me.

“this?” you said, holding his bruised hand up and motioning towards his trembling figure. “this isn’t weak.” you said, as if reading his mind. “this is strong. this is brave. being emotionally vulnerable is one of the most courageous things anyone can ever do, and you are so much more than that, m’kay?”

he nodded in response. even though he didn’t express it that well, he thought of it 

WHEN YOU PROMISE TO STAY: TOMURA SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI

DABI

everyone shut up i love him

all that he’s ever wanted and asked for in life was for someone to notice him for who he genuinely was, to be free to do whatever he pleased

it was late at night and you two were outside, the moon illuminating in the darkness as you slid against the wall of the city in the back of the building

“anything interesting happen?” you asked, staring up into the moon

the night was young and it had been a rough, terrible day at work for both of you, even though you had separate jobs and shfits-- the only thing that pushed you forward everyday was being able to meet with dabi right after, at exatly 11pm. 

sure, you did it every day, and it shouldn’t have been that impactful-- but for some reason, somehow, everything about talking to him was so... exhilerating. 

he didn’t reply.

“uhhm,” you shuffled nervously toward him. “dabi, you good?”

he let out a shaky exhale, which was odd.

hold the phone.

no, really, someone hold the phone because it was ringing

“oh, sorry, one sec,” you rushed, hurrying to answer. it was one of your co-workers. “hello!”

“uhuh. yeah. oh, cool... got it, mhm, be right ther-”

you noticed how dabi’s body language immediately changed as he turned around and crossed his arms gently over his chest and stared into the sky.

this really, really wasn’t like him. 

something had to be wrong.

“uhm, on second thought,” you said. “does tomorrow at... noon work for you? i have plans. yeah. mhm, sorry not tonight. yep, bye!”

dabi’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t look at you. “who was that?”

“one of my coworker buddies or whatever. they wanted to have a drink with me, but i said no.”

“why’d you say no?” he deadpanned.

“uhhhm, well, you certainly don’t seem very... how should i say this, at your fullest?”

“but why?” dabi said. “you meet with me every day, and going with your friends is probably a lot easier than this. what’s so different about it..?”

you thought carefully as you shrugged casually, gently leaning your head against his shoulder. “if one of my closest pals were down, i couldn’t just... leave them like that. and even though i know you won’t tell me what’s wrong, i just.. i just don’t want you to feel alone, you know? like everyone in your life has left? and i- i don’t want to do that to you.”

even though dabi stayed relatively quiet for the rest of the night, 

just know that was the day he fell in love with you.

SHIGARAKI

nightmares were the worst. 

for the record, he didn’t get them often, but when he did, and actually reacted to it... they ended up terrible

he gasped, grasping at the air for his mother’s embrace only to be met with nothingness

he clawed at his skin as his breath hitched, trying to control himself

“tomura?” you asked. “...are- are you okay?”

“get away from me,” he trembled. “i’m a... i’m a monster.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in concern. “hey, hey, c’mon. what’s going on-”

“leave me alone.”

his sudden change in tone made you jump as you stepped back and you watched his figure tremble. 

“shigaraki.”

“if something’s wrong, don’t sugarcoat it. if something’s wrong, please, for the love of the world, tell me, okay? i just- i just want to see you... maybe..”

“what?” shigaraki deadpanned. “happy? satisfied? content? joyful? you people all want the same thing.”

“hopeful.”

shigaraki looked up. 

“i want to see you hopeful, m’kay? so just... please. you don’t need to tell me word-for-word, but-- if you need something, i’m here.”

he was not going to cry. nuhuh. no way. no way was he going to start crying. 

you wrapped your arms around him before he cautiously hugged back, letting himself slowly melt into your embrace, his satin gloves against your clothes

“hey. i promise you, i’m never going to be leaving. no matter how much you mess up, no matter how terrible you may feel-- you mean the world to me. please hold on just a little longer.”

HAWKS

it wasn’t supposed to happen until later, when he was actually able to get home and prepare himself for anxious feeling in his stomach to finally settle

but noooo, his mental state really just said yolo

so here he was, reliving his entire childhood with memories that he’d pushed down for so long, about to snap in a matter of seconds

“keigo~!”

your familiar voice rang through his head. 

he just wanted to be held by you.

the most beautiful part about being with hawks his that he genuinely didn’t care about his pride around you. he wasn’t insecure of what you thought of him. he didn’t freak out or try to act like he was fine when you were with him, because... why would he need to? 

so instead of putting on a brave face and getting scared of your voice as if being anxious was a crime, he melted into it.

“hey angel, i got you some food at the-”

“y/...y/n,” his breath hitched. your voice, that you often said you were insecure about-- was his safe haven. he felt safe when he heard your voice and let himself crumple. he didn’t have to worry about putting his walls up, because it was just you.

beautiful, loving, kind you. 

his love was something special that he gave to no one else.

“k-keigo!” 

even though you were far from him, your bags in hand and everything, you immediately dropped them and ran to your boyfriend

“hey, hey, baby, what’s going on?” 

he stood directly in front of you, his head down and not saying a word.

you let your breathing sync with his as you reached out to hold his hand, when he threw his arms around you before his trembling body was held in your embrace

“-hey,” you said, shocked by the sudden embrace, before you hugged back, slowly, rocking him back and forth. “you’re going to be okay.”

“you don’t have to tell me anything, just-- focus on me,”

“i’m never leaving you, okay? no matter what you do, you’re still going to be my hero.”

and hawks decided on that day that out of anything else in the world, you meant the most to him. 

WHEN YOU TELL THEM THAT THEY MATTER: TAMAKI AMAJIKI, MASHIRAO OJIRO, SHOTA AIZAWA

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

useless. useless. useless.

why wouldn’t his stupid quirk activate before? why couldn’t he be more optimistic? why was he always thinking about something else? why couldn’t he ever stay positive and cheery like everyone else?

how was everyone else so strong?

but laying in a hospital bed, in complete silence and vulnerability...

that scared him.

tamaki blinked back the sudden tears that prickled against his eyes-- nuhuh, no way was he about to cry when so many other people had it worse, no way he was going to break down when nighteye was dead, he was not about to cry if mirio could be strong and so many other people had it worse, and-

“tamaki, snap out if it!”

your cold hands cupped his face, as you stared him directly in the eyes. “what are you doing?”

tamaki jumped back at your sudden question. but for some reason, the way you said it wasn’t angrily, more like... a statement? a question? as if you were asking are you okay?

tamaki shook his head. “i don’t... i don’t kn-know..”

get away, get away, get away.

your hands brushed back a hair from his face as you crouched down in front of him, your hands still helping him cool down. they rested gently on his scalp and along his face as you felt his breathing grow uneasy.

“listen,” you began slowly. “i’m not saying you need to tell me what’s going on, but... i just- i have a feeling that you’re not doing okay. and i know that because no one was ever really there for me back then, so if you want to say anything--”

“--i’m here for you.”

tamaki crumpled then as he let the tears fall.

his entire mask shattered as his breath hitched, trying to hold back the sobs but only came out as strangled breaths. 

“hey, hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.” 

you held up his chin and rocked him back and forth, slowly. “just because other people seem to be going through bigger things doesn’t mean that you should invalidate your problems. if something’s hurting you, that’s enough of a problem to take care of it.”

tamaki began to shake as he suddenly clutched onto you, his body trembling as he nodded. 

what would mirio, nejire, nighteye, fatgum-- what would they think of him now?

“whatever is going around in your head right now will all quiet soon, i promise you, ‘mkay?”

“it’s okay. it’s okay. you’re okay.” 

AIZAWA SHOTA

“you didn’t eat,” you said, staring at the takeout that was left in its packaging. 

you heard shota mumble under his sleeping bag. “i’ll eat after.”

“after what?” you said back from the kitchen. 

you weren’t exactly mad at him, you could say-- it was more of disappointment, maybe? concern? he had always been so concerned about his students that he forgot to take care of himself-- no wonder why he was so angry lately. 

(and no, it wasn’t his resting face, he was genuinely burnt-out the last couple of days and it wasn’t getting better.)

“shota, come on,” you said softly. “or else i’m taking your sleeping bag away from you.”

aizawa’s head emerged from the bag, the light from the laptop giving a lovely display of his eyebags. “oh?”

he smirked, even though he seemed so drained.

“yes,” you said, pointing your nose up in the air and crossing your arms. “and you better go eat before i take it away.”

aizawa raised an eyebrow, but obliged.

you watched him eat, but he kept his laptop on the table the whole time.

he was looking through the profiles of all his students, and that was-- insane

despite how much had happened to him, he always thought of someone else first, putting everyone else above him.

“you’re going to overwork yourself,” you finally said. 

“amazing,” aizawa sighed back. “had no clue.”

“oh, c’mon,” you egged. “you matter too, ya know.”

you noticed how tense his shoulders were, how his gaze was fixated to the screen and the way his veins were protruding from lack of sleep, and how red his eyes were.

sure, most of the time, this was normal-- but you just had this gut feeling that something was wrong.

“i suppose you’re not wrong,” aizawa ventured. “but sometimes, you realize that students make up most of the world. i want them to grow..”

his gaze on the screen broke.

“and for them to know a world of love and kindess, not-- whatever this is.”

you looked at him before wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead. “but they have a teacher who works so hard already, and you-- you deserve a break. you’re always working so hard, and you have to remember that you matter, too, okay?”

you smiled sadly. “i need to go to work, but please finish the takeout for me, hmm?”

he never told you this, of course-- but yeah, he thought of your voice every time he wanted to take a break. he never forgot the words you said. 

MASHIRAO OJIRO

being forgotten was something that came way too easily for him.

everyone in class 1a was so good at everything-- they all either had good looks, a nice voice, talents, a cool quirk, technique, charisma, and he?

ojiro felt like he didn’t have anything.

but what did it matter, right? being the forgotten one was fine to him, at least. he was able to take time for himself. 

...kind of.

he was heading back from ua into the dorms, walking alone when he realized it started to rain.

picking up his bags, he ran, putting them under his shoulders so that they didn’t get wet-- it wasn’t a long walk, but it was a lot to have to run back and make sure everything stayed dry

“wait!”

ojiro turned around to find you, carrying your backpack in the air and waving your arms. “slow-” you panted, “down! god, where’d all the rain come from??”

he chuckled slightly, until he noticed your bag getting soaked, and before he knew it, ojiro called you over and said he could carry your bag

“are you sure?” you asked, in-between breaths. “i doubt you can carry both-”

ojiro laughed and waved his tail like a hand. “i can carry it.”

your face lit up. “thanks! okay, now let’s run back, c’mon.”

you two ran as fast as you could, trying not to slip as the rain began to pour even harder against your backs. 

but when you opened the doors to the dorms and your bag was completely dry, ojiro smiled.

(also y’all he’s an underrated king DO Y’ALL KNOW HOW PRECIOUS HIS SMILE IS?? PLS-)

“thanks,” you grinned. “your quirk is actually really cool. not just for keeping stuff dry, but uh, thanks. i appreciate it.”

something inside of him made his heart swell. 

“really?” ojiro asked. “do you really- is that true?”

he didn’t want to get his hopes up too quickly, but the way you nodded proudly and affirmed it was something he could never forget.

“yeah!” you said. “just because you’re not flashy as other people doesn’t mean that you’re a plain, boring person, you know that? you’re actually really cool!”

“huh. thanks,” he noted-- and don’t worry, he walked back into his dorm room with a grin on his face the whole time.

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[titanicsimp]

Been too long

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Female!reader

Genres: Smut/lemon, fluff

Warnings: Sexual content including; vaginal sex, creampie, oral, general foreplay. Brief mentions of injury and trauma

Summary: You have known Reiner since you were both kids, and though life has separated you, a second chance might be in sight.

A/N: I finally wrote a story about my n1 love 🥺

It’s been over a decade since you’ve last seen Reiner, not counting the little glimpses at parades. It’s odd, the two of you had been so close when you were kids. You had known Reiner since he was 6 years old, and you had stuck to him like glue till the very last day before he went on his mission.

When you had finally pushed yourself to the front of the crowd the day Reiner had returned from paradise island, you looked straight at him, and he had looked back, but his gaze had been vacant. You had been too taken aback to wave or say anything. He had looked straight through you.

From your glimpses and the rumors you had overheard, it was clear that Reiner had changed. You refused to hear the whispers in the alleys about him having lost his mind. He might be not be the same anymore, but you knew that he would never give up. He was strong, not only a warrior by rank. Yet you would be lying if you said you weren’t worried.

❦

Now Reiner had returned from war once again, you were determined to at least speak to him this time. You followed the parade all the way up to the hall where the Warriors gathered and situated yourself outside the building. The guards made you anxious, but the fact that you’re an honorary Marleyan kept you relatively safe. It was okay for you to be there, unless it started taking too long.

When Reiner finally exited the building, you said a quick prayer to the gods and stepped out of the shadows.

“Reiner!”

He kept walking, seemingly so lost in thought he didn’t hear you.

“Reiner!” You tried again, quickly walking after him.

Reiner turned around suddenly, a warning look on his face. You gulped and instinctively took a step back.

When he realized it was you, his expression softened and then turned to confusion as he mumbled your name. “It is you, right?”

You smiled at him shyly. “Yes, it’s me.”

Now you got a good look at his appearance, your heart skipped a beat. His haircut had changed, and he had grown a beard, but the most striking was the way he had aged. Sure, he seemed older than he was, but he looked incredibly handsome.

“Sorry to hunt you down like this, but I really had to talk to you.” You told Reiner and nervously rubbed at your arm.

Your rubbing turned his attention to your arm, making him notice the red band around it. The sight of it made his expression turn cold.

“You.. got married?” He questioned.

You frowned, confused at the sudden question. When you noticed what he was glancing at, you realized why he thought so.

“Oh! No, I’m not married. I’m a doctor, actually.” You told him and couldn’t help but sound a bit proud. The work you had to put in for that band had been exhausting and neverending, but you made it.

Reiner scratched the back of his head and looked away from you. “I see, my apologies.”

Disappointment settled over you at his standoffish attitude. Was he not even slightly excited to see you?

You tried to shake off the feeling and gave him a smile. “It’s alright, we haven’t seen each other for a while... Perhaps we can catch up?”

The glint in his eyes gave you hope, but that quickly faded as he shook his head and sighed. “I don’t have time.”

No, you wouldn’t cry, no matter how much that stung. Looking into his eyes like this and still feeling alone was the worst.

“Ah, of course.”

Reiner turned his back to you and you watched him walk off, your heart feeling like a brick inside your chest.

❦

Another month passed and you heard nothing from Reiner, so you told yourself you were over it. If he thought you would first wait 9 years and then some more he was sorely mistaken!

You angrily pursed your lips at your thoughts as you picked out tomatoes at the market. Forget about him already.

You had filled your bag with the needed tomatoes and had paid the salesman when you turned to be on your merry way, but instead stepped right into someone’s chest.

“Gods! Ever heard of personal space?!” You grumbled as you backed off.

Your face paled when you recognized who you had bumped into. Reiner was peering down at you with that serious face of his.

“Sorry about that.”

You casted your eyes down, heaving your bag over your shoulder. “I-it’s fine, I didn’t realize it was you.”

He simply nodded at your words. You were uncertain as to what he wanted as he stared at you in silence. He didn’t even seem sure himself as to what he was doing.

You cleared your throat. “So, what is a warrior doing at the market?”

Reiner raised the basket in his left hand. “I’m getting vegetables for mother.”

A smile clawed it’s way onto your face. You guessed he was still a mommas boy. “That’s very nice of you, Reiner.”

More silence and staring followed before he finally decided on something to say.

“What clinic do you work at?” He asked.

You chuckled at the question. “How many do we Eldians have?”

The corners of Reiner’s mouth quirked up slightly. “Right.”

It made you feel nervous when you made eye contact with him, like you were a teenager again. “Well, if you ever get injured, you are free to visit.”

As soon as you said it you felt like hitting yourself. “But Warriors regenerate... oops.”

You waved off your own comments. “Injured or not, you are more than welcome.”

Reiner seemed amused, and you were unsure if it was because you were making a fool out of yourself or not, but it made you happy to see him warm up slightly.

“See you.. soon.” He said and waved you off, leaving you with a flushed face to match your tomatoes.

❦

A week later, you just got done with a long shift at the hospital and were getting ready to leave. Even though the soldiers had been back for some time, more and more kept showing up. Some that weren’t healing, some that were traumatized beyond believe, and some that had never come to get treatment and now their wounds were festering. It was exhausting, and terrible to witness, but you were happy you could at least do something to help them.

Darkness had already settled over the town when you exited the hospital grounds. When you turned the corner next to the gate you felt your heart jump in your throat at the sight of a silhouette.

“Hello?”

The figure stepped out of the darkness after you called out to it. You sighed with relief when you saw it was Reiner. “Gods Reiner, you scared me.”

“Sorry.” He said and stook his hands into his pockets.

“It’s alright.” You looked around the area. “Were you waiting for me?”

His lips quirked into a tiny smile. “I told you I would visit.”

That he actually did made you so happy. Perhaps he hasn’t grown as cold towards you as you first thought.

“Yeah, you did. You could’ve just come in though, it’s pretty cold out here.”

Reiner shrugged. “I’m fine. Join me on a walk?”

You nodded and gave him a warm smile. “Of course.”

He lead you through the dim alleyways and you wondered what he was planning. You were expecting him to say something, but he seemed to be mauling over every word again.

When you entered the plaza you knew why he took you here instantly. It was quiet, the cobbling of fountain in the middle of the square the only sound. It was peaceful like this, not crowded like during the day.

Reiner turned to face you, looking slightly nervous. “This is where-“

“I remember.”

The day before he had left for paradise island the two of you had snuck out and met up here. You could still remember how thrilling it had been.

You shook your head and looked down at the uneven street. “Why did you take me here?”

“I... I remembered you liked the fountain.” He responded, a slight shake noticibale in his voice.

“Reiner...” You looked at the small fountain. “If you remember, then you know why I’m not happy.”

His face, so young and hopeful, was still clear in your memories. He had been overjoyed he was now a warrior, finally having reached what he felt he needed to. It had given him the courage to tell you he liked you, and he had promised you he would return so you had to...

“Wait for me.”

You turned back to face Reiner. “That’s what you told me.”

He made a face like you just struck him, distress in his eyes. “I-I know. That wasn’t fair of me.”

You shook your head and laughed sadly. “It wouldn’t have been unfair if you had actually come for me when you returned.”

“I wanted to...” He gripped his forehead with his hand. “But the Reiner I had promised you died long ago.”

“It was too late.”

You took a step closer and felt tears sting at your eyes. “You’re right, it was too late.”

Reiner’s fingers clenched at your confirmation.

“It was too late for those kids, but not for us as we are now, Reiner.” You told him.

You chuckled. “I mean, I’m sure as hell not the same as I was 9 years ago, why would I expect you to be?!”

Silence fell as Reiner let your words sink in, dropping his hand from his face in shock. You could sense his doubt, and you felt it too. There were zero guarantees that you would fall for each other again, but you felt it in your heart that you had to give it a chance.

“I’m not asking you to feel the same way you did all those years ago. I just want you in my life, friend or lover.”

He remained silent for another minute before he spoke up. “Are you sure?”

You smiled and blinked away the tears that had built up. “I am.”

Reiner stepped closer to you hesitantly. “I don’t want to burden you. I’m not-“

You took one of his hands into yours. “I don’t care what you’re not! I want the Reiner that you are, nothing more and nothing less.”

He looked both terrified and happy with you’re declaration. You were scared he would pull his hand back, but he let you hold it. When he looked down at your joined hands, he seemed to relax slightly.

No more words were exchanged, there was no need to. His eyes spoke volumes, and you had said all you wanted to. In silence the two of you reunited, and a new promise was formed.

❦

The tavern is crowded tonight, the people of Marley having been in a surprisingly joyous mood lately. Pints are spread over the table in front of you and your group excitedly chats away with each other, some blaring instead of talking after having a few too many beers.

You had felt so nervous to join the Warriors tonight. Sure, in the last few months you had seen them around and had brief conversations with them, but sharing a whole evening with them was new.

In the end you had been worried about nothing. Zeke, Porco and Pieck had been more than welcoming, and not a single thing regarding their statuses had been brought up. Tonight they had just been people, and you were happy to see this side of them.

You lean back into Reiner’s arm, peaking up at your boyfriend. He raises his eyebrows and glances between you and Porco who is drunkenly arguing with Zeke about what beer brew is the best. You chuckle and roll your eyes at Reiner.

Your heart had been right. It had been a rocky road, and you both still had a lot to figure out, but after years of pining and separation you could finally call him yours.

“My, my, seems like those two had a bit too much.” Pieck notes with a laugh.

Zeke and Porco have quickly moved on from arguing and are now half sleeping on each other.

You laugh as well. “You think so?”

Pieck shakes her head disapprovingly, but her smile stays. She pushes at the men’s shoulders, but besides mumbles she gets no response. “I’ll have to carry them back home. What a pain.”

You sit up. “We’ll help you get them back.”

No way you’re letting poor Pieck drag them back all by herself, walking alone is already enough of a hassle for her.

You look at Reiner, who gives you a hesitant nod.

“Thank you!” Pieck says happily and sighs in relief.

The three of you stand up, rounding the table to haul the drunkards up. You and Pieck carry Porco while Reiner takes care of Zeke. You are happy you have experience with dragging men around in the hospital, otherwise this would be even harder.

“Come to think of it, you haven’t visited our place before have you?” Pieck asks you as the two of you carry Porco through the streets.

You shake your head. “No, I haven’t.”

She glances over at Reiner, who is walking a bit ahead. “I suppose it’s not much to show off.”

You all walk on in silence as you ponder if there’s a reason he hasn’t taken you there.

You meet up with Reiner in the hallway after everyone has been brought to bed and you have said your goodbyes to Pieck.

“I can bring you home.” He tells you.

You frown and shake your head. “I’d rather go to your room, unless you mind?”

He regards you for a moment before he gestures you to follow him. “I don’t.”

When you see his room, you get an idea as to why he didn’t want you to see it. There’s a one person bed, a chair, a desk, and a gun. The walls are painted grey, not decorated in any way.

“It’s... cozy.” You struggle to say.

Reiner sighs behind you as he closes the door. “It’s nothing.”

You turn around and throw your arms around his neck. “Should I be offended you don’t have any pictures of me?”

He quirks his eyebrows. “I don’t remember you giving me any.”

You laugh at his seriousness. “I suppose I’ll have to chance that then.”

You lean in to kiss him, but he frees himself from your grip and takes a step back.

“Reiner?”

It hurts to see him shrink away from you like this.

“Did I do something wrong? We’ve kissed before.” You ask him.

Reiner shakes his head and walks towards his bed, sitting down on it with a troubled look. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“What’s wrong then?” You question, your confusion resonating in your voice.

“I should just bring you home.” He says and stands up.

Before he can take a step towards the door, you stop him, putting your hands against his chest. “No! If I’m going too fast or if you don’t want me, just tell me, please.”

“What? Of course I want you! But I can’t-“

You feel frustration starting to bubble inside of you. “Why can’t you?!”

“Right now you can leave!” He shouts out. “If we... I don’t want you to feel tied to me.”

His pained expression absolutely breaks your heart. Gods, you would do anything to bring the peace his mind needs.

You cup his face in your hands. “Reiner, I’m here because I want to be here. I don’t want to leave, I want to be with you.”

“In every way I can be.”

“I think-“ Reiner starts but you give him a quick kiss.

“Stop thinking.”

You stroke his hair out of his face. “If you want me, then please, take me.”

Convinced, he grabs your hands in his and kisses you. His lips move against yours roughly, his kiss desperate.

His hands let go off yours and instead start exploring your body through your clothes. You gasp into the kiss as he cups your breasts, allowing him the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips.

Your tongue tangles with Reiner’s, your body heating up from his touches. You rest one of your hands onto his shoulder as you grab the back of his neck with the other.

Gods, how long have you wanted this? The fact that it’s finally happening is dizzying.

Not breaking the kiss, he picks you up and carries you to the bed. You mewl as he presses his body to yours. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin even through the layers of clothing.

You are left panting when Reiner breaks the kiss, needing more. It feels like a dream when he starts unbuttoning your blouse and you shiver when the air hits your exposed skin.

He drinks in the sight of you, gaze gliding over you chest slowly.

“Worth the wait?” You tease but blush regardless.

Reiner gives you a smile, and it’s bigger than usual. You melt at the sight. How hard you have fallen for this man yet again.

“Ten times over.” He mumbles as he moves to take off your skirt.

You feel yourself growing slick with excitement as your left only in your underwear underneath him. He hooks his fingers into your panties, but your stop him.

“You first.” You say and tug at his button up.

Complying, Reiner sits up slightly between your legs and takes off his button up and undershirt.

You smile and run your hands over his now exposed chest. His muscles feel so good under your hands that it makes you regret not taking him to bed sooner.

He chuckles at your fascinated expression. Even though he’s glad that you ogle him just as much as he does you, he’s impatient to finally have you fully.

Reiner swiftly takes off his pants, giving you another smile when he’s left in his underwear. “Seems it’s your turn again.”

You giggle and shake off your blouse completely. You unclasp your bra and slowly take it off to tease Reiner. He groans when your breasts are finally exposed, his hands coming up to squeeze them immediately.

He leans his broad form over you, capturing your mouth in a kiss as he fondles your breasts. You wrap your arms around his neck and moan into his mouth.

When he gently squeezes and rubs your nipples, you arch up into his touch. He breaks off the kiss, dragging his tongue over your bottom lip before he moves down. He kisses a trail down from your neck to your breasts before licking over your nipple.

“Reiner!” You moan out encouragingly.

He flicks your nipple with his tongue and sucks softly before he moves on to do the same to the other.

After giving your breasts several more kisses, he moves down again. Your breath hitches when he reaches the hem of your panties.

Reiner looks up at you, and you can easily read his expression, ‘Is this is okay?’, and you mumble a quick yes under your breath. He slides your panties down your legs and throws them to the side.

He lovingly kisses the top of your mount before he lets his tongue slide against the sensitive skin next to your folds. He teasingly continues licking around it before he finally dips into your core.

You thrash your legs at the feeling of his tongue lapping at your slit, and in response he grabs you by your thighs to keep you still.

Moans leave your lips when Reiner pushes his tongue past your entrance. He groans lustfully when he tastes you, making you blush.

He moves his tongue in and out of you eagerly till you feel like you are drenching his face.

When he feels your thigh muscles clench under his grip, he knows you’re close. He takes his tongue of you and you whine in protest.

Your protests are quickly silenced when Reiner’s tongue starts playing with your clit. He slides two of his thick fingers into you while he licks and suck at your clit. You see stars as his finges inside you curl to hit your sweet spot while his tongue drags circles over your sensitive nub.

“Yes! Yes!” You scream out as you cum.

Your walls quiver around his fingers as he continues moving them to ride out your orgasm.

When Reiner removes his mouth and fingers from your cunt, you give him a satisfied smile, telling him without words that he did well.

His hands stroke over your thighs. “I’ve dreamed of this so many times, but this is better anything I could’ve imagined.”

You sit up, which seems to surprise him. You quickly erase the fear of you stopping this from his mind by stroking your hand over the bulge in his underwear.

Fuck he’s big. His cock is straining against the fabric, his precum staining it already.

“I need to know what you taste like as well.” You whisper seductively and take off his underwear.

You do your best to hide your gulp when you see for yourself how big Reiner is. That thing is going to fill you the brim, but that’s exactly what you want.

You bend over, arching your back in the hope your ass looks good as you take his cock into your hand. He groans breathily when you stroke him, and you feel him tense up and stutter when you wrap your lips around the head. His reactions sound like music to your ears and make you eager to for more.

Deciding to focus on the head of his cock first, you drag your tongue flat over it and then circle it. Reiner’s hand goes to the back of your head, lightly gripping your hair as you start sucking.

When his cock twitches in your mouth, you hollow your cheeks and sink the first few inches into it. You don’t take him into your throat yet, first working your way up and down so you can get used to it.

His groans and pants start increasing and you can tell he’s getting close. Mustering your courage, you breath in through your nose and slide the rest of his inches into throat.

“Shit!” He curses and the hand in your hair tightens.

You keep still like that for a second, savoring the sounds he’s making. When you start taking his cock in and out of your throat, it’s Reiner’s turn to see stars.

Surprisingly, you are doing better than you expected. You are convinced that only he can make a cock down your throat feel good.

“Fuck, you need to stop or I’ll cum.” He chokes out.

You look up at him, and he can tell you have no intend of doing so. Instead you slightly speed up your motions, and it doesn’t take long before Reiner forces you to still on his cock.

He shudders as he cums into your mouth, keeping your face snugly against his pelvis as he does so. You wanted to taste him, and now you are. He doesn’t disappoint either and you happily swallow the ropes of cum he spurts down your throat.

After he lets you pull away, you swallow the remaining cum in your mouth and give him a smile.

Reiner’s face is just as flushed as yours now. “Gods that felt good, but you didn’t have to.” He pants.

You giggle as you wipe off your mouth. “I know, but I wanted to.” You grab onto his shoulders and guide him to lay back down with you. “And I’ll do it again.”

Your words make him grunt in anticipation. His cock is still hard, and as he retakes his place between your legs you feel it poke at your cunt.

You wrap your arms and legs around him and take in his face. You note his stern eyebrows and the little frown creases between them, the slight bump on the bridge of his nose, his sharp jaw and so many more little things. You want to remember them all, so even if he goes away again, you’ll carry them with you.

“Are you ready?” He asks you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You nod and give him a smile which he returns. After your confirmation, he positions his cock at your entrance and slowly starts pressing in.

The old bed creaks underneath your combined weight as he presses closer to your body, his cock sliding in and stretching your walls.

“Reiner!” You squeal in pleasure when he bottoms out in you. You feel so full of him.

One of Reiner’s hands strokes your hair out off your face and you can tell it feels so good for him as well.

He gently starts sliding his cock in and out of you, letting you adjust to his size before he goes harder.

You moan and writhe underneath him, experimentally bucking your hips to meet his thrusts now and then. The dull throb of pain that was present at first quickly having faded into intense pleasure.

Reiner groans your name over and over when he starts going faster. You’re so soaked from you earlier activities that your cunt makes a lewd sound every time he thrusts in, filling the room with even more noise. Neither of you care about whether or not someone hears, too lost in each other.

One of his hands moves to stroke your clit while fucking you. Your eyes roll back as your walls twitch around his cock in reaction to the extra stimulation.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” You cry out, feeling your orgasm approach you overwhelmingly fast.

Reiner continues rubbing circles over your clit, giving it gentle pinches now and then and making sure he keeps fucking you at this fast pace.

You grab onto the hair at his neck as you cum, too overtaken by pleasure to notice. He curses but doesn’t mind it, continuing to slip in and out of you. Your cunt feels so good, tightly wrapped around his cock as you cum, that you could do anything to him right now and he wouldn’t care.

Your breathing is ragged and your legs shake as your second orgasm fades away. Even through your foggy mind you realize Reiner hasn’t cum yet, so you start moving back against him.

“You feel so good! I want you to cum inside me!” You tell him boldly.

His eyes widen in surprise but you feel his cock jerk inside of you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, gods yes!” You cry out.

He smiles and chuckles at your enthusiasm. If only you knew how happy he is that you want him to.

Reiner stills and grabs onto your legs, making you yelp as he unwinds them from his waist and instead pushes them closer to your chest. When he sinks back into you in this position, he feels unbelievable deep inside you.

You scream his name as rams his cock in and out of you hard. Clearly you telling him to cum inside spurred him on.

His face is closer to yours now and you can hear every groan and ragged breath that leaves his mouth, causing your cunt clench around him.

Reiner’s pace becomes erratic as he approaches his orgasm. He presses your legs down further unconsciously, but you don’t mind at all as his cock is the only thing you are focusing on.

With a sharp finally thrust, he grunts your name and empties himself inside you. He kisses you as his hot cum fills you, his tongue quickly finding yours. You continue making out till his cock stops twitching, completely spend.

He gives you gentle kisses after he’s done filling you up. You giggle at him and return his affections by planting a kiss on his nose. Seemingly satisfied and assured that you are happy and okay, Reiner frees himself from your arms.

He seems hesitant to pull out, and when he does he watches his cum drip out of you. The sight almost gets him hard again, but he knows you need rest.

You scoot over to the edge of the bed so he can lay down, nestling yourself on top of his chest and against his side after he does so.

His fingers run through your hair, and as you lay basking in the after glow, you wonder if you should tell him again how you feel. When you look up at him though, you know it isn’t needed. He looks at peace, fully happy and relaxed for once. And those hazel eyes of his which you love so dearly, finally shine again.

#reiner braun #reiner #reiner x reader #smut #aot #snk #lemon #Reiner smut #aot smut #snk smut #Reiner x reader smut #fanfic #imagines #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #x reader #fluff

[dr3amofagame]

consider- after the whole "reviving Tommy" thing comes in and does the whole pic thing again- but this time dream lunges for the pic, trying to grab it from sam, and they fight for it, and sam ends up stabbing through dreams left eye, far enough to kill him. dream respawns blind in that eye.

ooh anon ,, this is such a good prompt but . *head in hands* MAN,, half-blind c!dream living in my head rent free. on one hand, narrative parallels! and on the other hand ,, pain. so, so much pain.

anyway, have this quick ficlet set in current roommates arc! 

tw: EYE TRAUMA, GORE (in ask), implied torture/abuse, violence, mentioned child death, injuries, trauma, prison arc, pandora’s vault, dark portrayal of c!sam

Techno is pacing around the cell for something like the fifty-third time after sending Draem to break the obsidian when Dream snaps, neck twisting over to look at him with the one eye exposed by the cracked edge of his mask narrowed in a rather unthreatening glare.

“Will you stop that?” he hisses, and Techno hesitates, shrugs.

“I dunno,” he says simply, walking back to the bell. He raps his knuckles on it once as he passes, humming at the wave of new channel member and one of us from Chat as the echo subsides. “I’m not going to lie, Dream, there’s not exactly much to do here.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Dream’s voice drops, for a second, from that over-tense harshness the guy refuses to give up, becoming softer around the edges, more casual than meant to rile up and provoke. Seconds later, his jaw tightens, and he looks away to stare back at the block, humor gone. “Figure out something else to do. I don’t care.”

“Hmm,” Techno makes a considering noise before pacing back to the bell and letting the back of his hand meet it with a quiet clang. “Nah.”

Dream makes an irritated, wordless sound of frustration, but otherwise does not stop in his chipping away at the obsidian block. Techno watches him as he circles around - the line of his lip, from where it peeks out behind the mask, is flat and slightly downturned at the corners, speaking of his frustration, but otherwise he seems mostly relaxed. Techno steps forward, stopping in his tracks at the opposite side of the cell when the other man’s posture tightens suddenly, shoulders rising to his ears, chin ducking to his chest. The smiling face of the side of the mask that hasn’t been shattered stares at him from behind a curtain of matted hair. Techno steps back, watching when he swings over to Dream’s other side and he relaxes again, shoulders falling, muscles untensing, and frowns.

Usually, people have a weaker side when fighting - it’s something he’d become especially adept at picking out in fights, giving him an edge over his opponent. Personally, he’s relatively ambidextrous, easily able to maneuver around and wield a weapon on both sides, and the versatility has proved to be a valuable asset on the battlefield. As a shield fighter, Dream isn’t offered the same flexibility when it comes to switching hands, but Techno remembers being impressed by his range of movement anyway - unlike most, who fail to properly wield and move around the awkward weight and shape of a shield in their non-dominant hand, Dream’s movements were fluid, unbroken. He wielded the shield almost like a second sword, not simply blocking hits as much as he would catch and redirect them in a way that benefited him most. He hadn’t had a weak side, from what Techno could remember of their spars, despite the specialization, he met every thrust and strike on either side with an easy movement and laughing air.

Once again, Techno paces until he’s entirely on Dream’s left side, watching him all the while. Once again, Dream tense with every step he takes towards the opposite end of the cell, ending with hunching over himself significantly, jaw clenched and tight.

“Are you hurt?”

Dream flashes a look at him, unimpressed, and yeah. That’s fair - it was a dumb question; the other man is absolutely littered with cuts and bruises on every visible inch of skin, obviously malnourished and even more obviously marked with a patchwork of pale, pinkish scars. Techno huffs at Dream, still watching him incredulously, and gestures at his crouching body.”

“Well obviously I know you’re injured, but you’ve been really jumpy around your left side, man. You haven’t been hiding any life-threatening injuries under that jumpsuit, have you? It would be really awkward if you just dropped dead one day, I’m not gonna lie.”

Dream goes still, before shaking his head slightly with a harsh puff of air.

“Figures you’d notice that,” he mutters, almost to himself, before turning to look at Techno with a small, tight-lipped smile. “Nothing gets past you, huh?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say nothing…”

Dream laughs, short and without humor. His hair swings in front of his face, and Dream ignores it as he goes back to chipping at the obsidian. Techno winces, sensing that he’s hit on a sore spot, and backs off, presuming that the other man is done with the conversation.

“I’m blind. In my left eye.”

Or not, apparently.

“Uh,” Techno rolls his shoulders back, trying to catch a glimpse at Dream’s face underneath the mess of his hair and his mask keeping it out of sight. “I’m guessing that’s a recent development, then?”

“Mmhm,” Dream goes back to the obsidian with seeming renewed determination. Techno sighs, waving away the curious chants and questions from Chat blind? Teletubby blind? Not pog. Is that from quackity? E e e e and battling his own awkwardness to figure out what to say next. Gee, thanks for the bombshell, Dream. You sure know how to make a conversation uncomfortable.

“Is it from Quackity, then?” He asks, finally, remembering the scar that had clawed across Quackity’s face, a large, ragged thing from the rough edge of a pickaxe. It had been a harsh death, not that he’d thought much of it at the time, and the clear remnants of it on Quackity’s face and in the newfound fogginess of his left eye seems all the more relevant here, with Dream’s newest revelation. He’d hardly put it past the man to take someone else’s eye as revenge, even if Dream hadn’t been the one to ruin his vision in the first place.

“Nope, surprisingly,” Dream seems to shrug, popping the ‘p’. “Was from Sam, actually. He got mad after I killed Tommy, gave me this in return. I don’t even think it was on purpose, but you know. Shit happens. He ran.”

“Kinda sounds like a garbage warden, I’m not gonna lie.”

“He probably could’ve fixed it, if he bothered getting a regen. He didn’t, though. He left basically immediately after, didn’t come back for weeks. Bastard. Left me in here with the child for another few days- what an idiot.”

“Doesn’t sound like the smartest decision,” Techno says, finally, and Dream laughs slightly before going back to his obsidian. Techno watches him for a minute, before going back to their bell, carefully feeling along the smooth surface.

“You want to see?” Dream says, suddenly, and Techno’s head snaps up.

“Uh,” he flounders. “I guess?”

Dream’s hands go to his mask, trembling slightly as he unfastens the buckle in the back. Techno thinks he’s seen Dream without the mask fewer times than he can count on one hand, watches silently as he eases it off to look him in the eyes. His cheeks are pale, gaunt, eyes startlingly wide. There’s a cut still healing along his right cheekbone, a bump along his nose bridge from where it’d been broken, before. A small, thick scar rises from his left eye socket, and the eye within it is glassy, unseeing, paler as if covered by a slight film. He looks tired, shadows under his eyes, slightly scared. If he’s being honest, he looks young, human. Very, very human.

“When we get out,” Techno says, keeping his voice light as Dream goes to fasten the mask on his face again. “I’ll get Phil or someone to make you an eyepatch, or something. Really sell the whole homeless schtick you’ve got going on.”

“Techno,” Dream starts, exasperated, and Techno grins.

“Or maybe a pirate is more fitting. You like pirates? You know, if you have a ship, you won’t be homeless anymore-”

“You are the worst,” Dream huffs, and Techno laughs as he goes back to pacing around the cell, careful to stay on Dream’s right side.

“That’s not an answer, you know,” he continues, and Dream shakes his head.

“I’ll tell you when we get out, then.”

“Sounds good,” Techno smiles despite himself. That must be the first time that Dream admitted that they were going to get out. Guess you aren’t as hopeless as you thought, nerd. “We’ll figure it out when we get out.”

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I was re-reading chapter 186 and I noticed something in the words Emma and Mikey's grandfather says. These panels got me thinking about his role in his grandchildren's life.

Draken confesses he loves Emma, and here's what her grandfather has to say right after:

Now, we see this man confronting with a boy who is voicing his feelings for his beloved girl who has just passed away. Of course, in Emma's grandfather's words there's every intention of giving comfort to Draken and soothing his pain, despite him being the victim's relative and technically the most affected out of the two. I think it's a moment of great compassion, because Emma's grandfather seems to understand how much such a sudden and cruel loss can damage a young person who has no means to face and handle something like that. He probably saw with his own eyes the impact that Shinichiro's death had on his grandchildren and he must've put it into perspective. It goes without saying that probably both Emma and Mikey needed some help by adults and perhaps therapy after Shinichiro's death, yet, as long as we know, this doesn't happen and there's negligence on the grandfather's part, but I think this is only due to the fact that, in some contexts, the importance of mental health is still denied and the effects of trauma are still a taboo or something that doesn't require professional help. Don't forget that we're still talking about a context in which young people are left free to run gangs and commit crimes without the slightest intervention by adults. This is not at all a healthy environment, let alone an attentive one.

Back to Draken showing his pain and his feelings, as I said I think Emma and Mikey's grandfather puts aside his own mourning for a moment to show some sort of empathy towards Draken, who is suffering before his eyes as much as his own grandchildren have suffered throughout their lives. Is this enough to forgive him for neglecting Emma and Mikey's need of help? Absolutely not. I'm just saying he was probably aware of that to a certain extent, yet sadly not enough to take action and get them off that life.

At some point he says "I'm sure she's resting well", and I think we don't talk enough about this line. Of course he's saying that to alleviate Draken's guilt for not being able to tell her he loved her when she was alive, but that's not all. Looking at the grandfather's face as he says these words, I noticed that he's slightly smiling, as if he knew that Emma liked/loved Draken and that mutual love is what her granddaughter dreamed of the most, I think he probably and genuinely thought that Draken's confession could finally give her some peace of mind. That hurts, if you ask me.

In conclusion, I can sum up the way I interpret the whole thing in the following points (and please, consider this is just my opinion based on my own interpretation of the characters, nothing I wrote is necessarily correct or true):

Emma and Mikey's grandfather, as far as we know, is negligent and doesn't fully understand the core of the problem, nor he concretely helps his grandchildren, yet still he's not insensitive towards them and their pain. If he tries to give comfort to Draken who is basically almost a stranger to him, that means he surely loves his own grandchildren and would have liked to help them when they lost Shinichiro or when they took the road of delinquency (let's say it, Emma was into Toman as much as his brother was, even though in a different way, to protect and be loyal to Mikey), but sadly the man doesn't understand what is the only effective solution, for the reasons I tried to explain above. I don't think he was mean or indifferent, I think he actually saw them suffering and was genuinely sorry for them, he probably just wanted the best for them, but on the other hand he was still too oblivious and somehow uneducated. That's his fault.

He was aware of Emma's feelings for Draken and he also knew that her granddaughter wanted to be loved back by Draken. ("I'm sure she's resting well")

The impact of Emma's death on Draken is something that cannot be ignored. Losing the person he loves at such a young age will bring him grief and trauma, but there will be a time he will heal and be free of the pain, a time when only love and memories will be left. (I will eventually talk about this one point in a different post because I think it deserves being discussed)

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