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calzona-ga · 6 years ago

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“Oh brother!” had nothin’ on “Oh sister!” in Thursday’s Grey’s Anatomy. While in New York with Link to perform (what ultimately turned out to be) a vertebral column resection on an 18-year-old named Jonah, Amelia wound up agreeing to have dinner with her horrible sister, Nancy (Embeth Davitz)… who surprised her by inviting her even more horrible sister, Kathleen (Amy Acker), whom she described as being like “Martha Stewart if Martha Stewart also had a license to diagnose you with a personality disorder.” Sensing that his bedmate was the “Good Shepherd” that gave the episode its title, Link not only stuck up for her, he went along with her charade that he was her husband, Owen — yep, she’d never told the relatives that hadn’t attended her wedding that it had been followed by a divorce!

The non-couple probably would’ve gotten away with their exercise in role-play, too, had Kathleen not “accidentally” mentioned the family reunion to their mother, Carolyn (Tyne Daly). Having met Owen on a visit with Derek, she no sooner was through the door than the jig was up. “Fake Owen,” Nancy told the so-called black sheep of the Shepherd family, might just be “the most demented thing you’ve ever done.” At that, Amelia stood up for herself, not that her siblings would give her credit for anything if their lives depended on it. When Link attempted to help, he only complicated matters by mentioning Betty and Leo. Finally, off the dinner from hell, Amelia kinda-sorta broke up with Link — he now knew too much about her for their non-relationship to remain uncomplicated!

Thankfully, before the duo returned to Seattle, Carolyn reached out to her daughter and expressed her remorse for pushing her away in the wake of her father’s death. “If you don’t think you’re worthy of love, you’re wrong,” said Mom, “and that’s on me.” So go ahead and blame her, and by all means, move on. What if Amelia couldn’t? “Then that’s on you.” Taking Carolyn’s words to heart, Amelia apologized to Link — with his favorite donuts, even. “You are more than a human blue light,” she admitted, “though you’re very, very good at blue-lighting.” And as if they were ever really off, they were now extra on. What does it all mean for Amelia — and for her and Link — going forward? Fresh off another knockout performance, here’s Caterina Scorsone with the answers.

TVLINE | Biiig episode for Amelia — and, thanks to her mom, a big turning point, too. Oh my gosh, yeah, huge! And when I heard Tyne Daly was actually coming, my heart leapt. I was terrified. All these years, I’d been playing creatively with the image of her as Amelia’s mom. Whenever Amelia’s thinking about her past, I’m picturing Tyne Daly in those inner narratives. So when she walked on the set and I met her for the first time, I burst into tears. It was so embarrassing!

TVLINE | Would you agree that the trick for Amelia going forward will be not falling into old patterns — in other words, not going when the going gets rough? I think what her mom gave her was consciousness. In the early years of childhood, there’s so much information being laid down in the unconscious brain, and for Amelia, that story had a lot of trauma. So as she became older, a lot of her reactions to external stimuli were informed by a fear response or a trauma response as opposed to a consciousness about why she was doing things. So when her mom was able to generously and courageously reflect back to her, “I wasn’t able to help you with attachment to heal after that trauma, and that might be why some of your reactions in relationships are a little broken,” she gave her that consciousness that she was too young to have as a 5-year-old. She now has the missing puzzle piece. She can move on. Not only that, [but Carolyn said, in essence,] “I believe that you can. You have the tools and the grit and the heart to take this missing puzzle piece and do amazing things with it.”

TVLINE | I thought it was so bittersweet that, after Amelia promised Owen she’d try be less wary, it wound up being Link, in a way, that she wound up doing that with. One of the things that’s always been difficult for Owen and Amelia is they both have some pretty severe trauma, so even when she’s trying to be conscious and practice contrary action when she’s afraid, if Owen goes into his fear reaction, they just kinda bump up against each other and their amygdalae are at war. [As the season goes on,] he starts to understand how traumatized he’s been in life, too, so hopefully, they’ll both continue this healing process and become more functional in the love department.

TVLINE | Since Link accepted Amelia’s apology, can we now say that they are officially, totally in an actual relationship? [Laughs] I don’t know if we can call it a relationship. It’s not like she’s wearing his pin or anything! But it’s definitely moved beyond the kind of alternative pain relief [that she initially called it]. She was trying to keep it very surface, but she has definitely realized that he’s more substantive than she had hoped. He’s actually a pretty stand-up guy. We’ll see where she goes with that. I think she’s wise to be a little cautious. She doesn’t wanna jump in with both feet, because that would be crazy — she just got out of a marriage.

TVLINE | Really, he should be sending a thank-you note to Nancy and Kathleen, because he never would’ve gotten quite such a golden opportunity to show Amelia what he was made of if they hadn’t been so utterly horrible to her. [Laughs] I know! And I feel like it’s so unfair [to their portrayers]. They’re just the most delightful, charming women, and they were forced into being these kind of “wicked stepsisters.” But yeah, Amelia’s kinda bewildered by Link. He’s so tirelessly supportive, and yet he has boundaries, where’s he’s like, “Mm, that wasn’t OK with me.” He’s got so much psychological health, it would seem, and Amelia hasn’t really encountered that, so it’s almost like he short-circuits her short circuit. She’s like, “What is this that’s happening here?”

TVLINE | Did you know that Amelia and Link were going to become an item way back when he gave her, I believe the term was, “pants feelings”? [Laughs] I did not. I thought that that line was only serving the storyline with Meredith, but here we are. You never know on Grey’s Anatomy.

#grey's anatomy #TVLine #Caterina Scorsone #Amelia Shepherd #15x21 #scoop

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brynne-lagaao · 7 years ago

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(Fanfic) Gift

Title: Gift

Rating: PG

Description: Since he’d met Fushimi, Yata’s birthdays had an extra element to them. But whether it was good or bad or something else entirely depended on the year.

Note: The first section is based on the Lost Small World manga’s extra story, Unused Tickets.

Crossposts: AO3, FFNET, my website. Links are here.

Happy birthday, Yata!

13 Years Old

It was after all the cake had been eaten, the decorations were taken down, and Fushimi had gone home that Yata brought up a certain image on his PDA again. It was dark in the room that he shared with Minoru, and he could hear the soft, even breathing from the other futon, but the picture was clear in front of his eyes.

The only present he’d received from a friend for his birthday that year was this set of tickets printed in neat handwriting on plain paper and photographed for safekeeping: three ‘request for backup’ coupons with no expiry. From someone like Fushimi, it seemed like a high-value gift. He’d have to save them for extreme circumstances.

That wasn’t really the reason for the grin that spread across his face as he studied them, or the warmth he felt building within him when he thought back to that moment. It was because the gift had seemed so sincere – a real effort, even if in Fushimi’s own strangely awkward way.

He seriously thought he had to outdo someone else’s gift to win me over, huh? Yata couldn’t help but huff quietly to himself, amused. He was pretty competitive, but he’d never once thought about gifts that way. But Fushimi had specifically said it, reasoning that he couldn’t win against the bike that Yata’s stepdad had got him but might be able to beat his younger brother’s “give you my sweets” tickets. It was like he didn’t really grasp the whole birthday gift thing – just saw it as a way to reach for Yata’s favor somehow.

It was weird, but that thought gave him a little rush of gratification. Yata wasn’t totally sure he understood it, but more than the cake and all the fuss, the idea made him feel special. Important, even.

It felt like they were becoming closer for real, and the excitement he’d felt when meeting Fushimi in the bathroom at school filled his body again now, all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes. The sensation was electrifying.

Even if the whole gift competition was still sorta weird, he was starting to think that maybe Fushimi had sold himself short when he said he couldn’t win against the bike. Not that the tickets themselves were that amazing, but this whole thing – that connection between them – was probably the best thing he could’ve gotten, that day or any other.

Seriously, if it was the two of them together, the future looked awesome.

15 Years Old

"Is this really where you want to eat?"

Yata shrugged, trying to shake off the uncertainty. He'd picked the place, and he couldn't back down now without admitting he was wrong. "They've got a special right now for a sundae that looks great! Nothing wrong with getting sweets on my birthday, right?"

"If you say so." Saruhiko's voice was dubious. He kept casting glances around at the interior of the cafe. "This doesn't seem like the kind of place you'd want to come to normally."

He was right about that. The cafe wasn't themed or fancy, but it had a cutesy sort of atmosphere somehow, despite the plain decorations. Outside of the booths like the one they were sitting in, all of the tables were small and round with only two chairs at each one. And the booths weren't wide, either.

This... really wasn't a place you came to with a group of friends.

Well, whatever. He only had one friend anyway, and that was all he needed. Plus ice-cream. "It's fine - it's just for one time, anyway." He looked up with a grin. "You promised you’d treat me, right?"

Saruhiko raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that why you came here? It's more expensive than somewhere else, so when it's someone else's money..."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Yata shrugged, undeterred. "Normally I wouldn't get this kinda fancy stuff, right? I thought it'd be cool to try it once."

Saruhiko frowned a little, folding his arms across his chest as he slouched back against the booth. "It's not that exciting,” he muttered, with a small click of his tongue.

"I wanna see for myself." Yata kicked his foot forward so their shoes bumped – a casual reminder of their solidarity. "Anyway, I just wanted to go somewhere with you today."

Somehow, when Saruhiko looked up and met his gaze, it felt like those words became awkward rather than easy and familiar. Faced with those familiar grey-blue eyes across the table in a place like this, Yata felt inexplicably nervous, his skin tingling and warmth gathering at the junction of his neck and jaw.

It was a feeling that had caught him up a few times lately, but he couldn't quite place it.

Swallowing down an anxious lump, Yata cleared his throat, wracking his brain for something to say to clear the mood. "So..."

"Good afternoon!" The unnaturally chipper voice of a female server interrupted the moment. When he looked up, startled, she beamed back at him. "Are you two ready to order?"

"Ah... r-right." Her presence had that warmth firing up to a full heat across his face. Yata jerked his head back down to mumble in the direction of the table, "I-I'll get the... the special."

"All right, one special! And you, sir?"

"One scoop of mild vanilla," Saruhiko's voice answered her blandly, "in a bowl."

"Yes, of course!" The boring order didn't seem to phase her. "Coming right up!"

As she stepped away, Saruhiko let out a soft snort. "You need to get over that someday, you know."

"Shut up! I'm working on it, okay?" Yata looked up to frown at him. "You shoulda got the special too – don't you at least wanna try it?"

"Why should I if I already know I won't like it?" Saruhiko slid to the side, pulling himself free of the booth to stand. "That would just be a waste of time."

"You never know if you don't try." It was probably a lost cause; Yata decided to let it drop. "Where are you going?"

"Washroom."

"Oh." Yata slumped back in his seat a little. "Sure."

With Saruhiko gone, somehow the place felt even more awkward. He fidgeted for a moment, before fishing into his pocket for his PDA - more to have something that would make him look occupied than because he had anything to do on it. Opening the photo album, he idly flipped through some of the pictures.

He'd never kept a whole lot of stuff on there, so it didn't take long before he came across a familiar picture. It was the tickets that Saruhiko had made for him, back in their first year of middle school for his 13th birthday.

One 'request for backup' each, huh? Somehow, looking at them gave him an odd feeling.

It wasn't like he didn't remember they were there. They weren't on his mind all the time or anything, but he didn't exactly forget he had them. If he happened to think about them, he'd sometimes open up the image and look at them, and remember the moment when Saruhiko had given them to him.

They were comfortable with each other now, but there were still a few things that could give him that shivery feeling of excitement. And that memory was one of them.

Even right then and there, it had that effect. It was kinda weird, but… sitting in this cafe with its awkward cutesy mood and its tables for two and the fancy ice cream that Saruhiko was gonna treat him to, he thought maybe there was something he could use a ticket for. 'Request for backup' was pretty vague. Maybe backing him up could mean helping out with a special kind of birthday outing that he couldn't do alone.

A special kind of outing...

It was there at the edge of his thoughts, not quite at the surface of his consciousness: a hint of some vague but fervent want that he couldn't place. Like a craving, but without knowing what for. And he thought maybe, maybe he could just about figure it out if he let all of this sink in...

"What are you looking at?"

Saruhiko's voice was enough to snap him out of those thoughts; Yata jerked his gaze up, startled, as his best friend slid back into the booth across from him. "Huh? Oh." He quickly closed the PDA and stuffed it back into his pocket, pushing all those confusing thoughts out of his mind. "Just killing time while you were gone."

“Mm.” Saruhiko frowned a little, tilting his head. The way he held himself made it look as if he wanted to ask something but hadn’t quite decided if he was going to. It did some strange things to Yata’s stomach, being the focus of that look. A kind of… shuddery feel.

Weird.

Once again, there wasn’t an opportunity to say anything, because the waitress had returned at almost the same moment. “Here you are!” she chirped, setting down both the sundae and the smaller, plain-looking bowl in front of them. “Enjoy!”

That was enough to totally derail Yata's thoughts – the wide-brimmed glass in front of him was loaded with vanilla ice-cream and red raspberry drizzle, artfully arranged strawberries, pineapple and a mix of other wild berries piled on top. There was even a slice of white chocolate tucked in to complete it.

"Hell yeah!" He couldn't help the little exclamation; it was like the words bubbled up from his throat directly to his mouth at the sight. "Now this is a birthday treat!"

"I'll be sure to tell your mom you said that," Saruhiko drawled, with a tiny, amused smile ready when Yata lifted his eyes to glare. "Happy birthday, anyway."

"Heh." That was enough to make up for the tease. Yata grinned back, feeling gratified. "Thanks!"

When he took the first bite of that sundae – the sundae that was Saruhiko’s treat – it was exceptionally delicious.

16 Years Old

On the morning of his birthday, Yata woke up to the sound of Saruhiko’s typing.

It wasn’t unusual; actually, it was kind of comforting – a reminder that he wasn’t alone. They had Homra now, so of course he didn’t have to worry about feeling lonely or anything, but that presence when he first woke up was something totally different.

Saruhiko is there. His partner was above him, a rock-solid part of his awesome life. Yata smiled to himself lazily, blinking a few times to come out of the groggy stage that came on after waking up. He’d had a long time to get used to it, but still, it was pretty great.

He was just about ready to push himself up and start getting ready for the day when his wrist buzzed at him. It was a message from Totsuka: ‘Happy birthday, Yata! Sorry to ask this when it’s your day and all, but can you run a few errands today before coming by the bar?’

Nothing out of the ordinary in that message – well, other than the birthday part, which was new – but it wasn’t like he could help the fierce rush of anticipation. Are they planning a surprise?

Similar things had been done for other birthdays here and there – nothing huge, just some streamers and a cake, but still. And he and Saruhiko… they’d made a lot of friends. They were Homra’s Vanguard, after all. So yeah, it was totally possible…

Yata grinned to himself, not bothering to push down the excitement as he responded to Totsuka’s message. “Hey,” he said out loud after hitting ‘send’, “Saruhiko. You’re up, right?”

The typing from above him paused only briefly, then resumed. “What do you think?”

The flat response was a little irritating – seriously, Saruhiko could be difficult sometimes – but Yata wasn’t going to have his good mood brought down. “Totsuka-san wants us to run some errands before we go to Homra today. I’ll make us something quick for breakfast, okay?”

This time, there wasn’t even a pause in the typing, but Saruhiko’s off-hand voice answered him. “Whatever you say.”

Yata shot a disgruntled look at the underside of the loft, but was interrupted by the buzzing that announced Totsuka’s response. A quick check showed him a list of errands, along with a picture of one of the places they had to go – ‘because you two haven’t been there yet’.

He enlarged the picture, sitting up as he did, and accidentally brushed the holographic screen, causing the picture view to scroll through his default album. Ah, shit. Even with the simple way Saruhiko had designed this, he still sometimes fumbled when using it. Yata hastily began flipping back through pictures again to find the right one, and then paused.

Ironic, on his birthday, that he’d happen to stumble across the first gift Saruhiko had ever gotten him.

It gave him a little rush of nostalgia. Request for backup, huh? He shook his head, smiling a bit ruefully. As nice as the memory was from back then, there wasn’t really any need to use these. After all, in any situation where he'd need back-up, Saruhiko was always there. They had each other's backs every day. That wasn’t changing any time soon.

He couldn’t think of any reason this gift would mean more than just another symbol of their connection. And they already had the Homra marks for that, too.

Still, it reminded him… “You could at least be a little more enthusiastic today, huh?” he grumbled at the loft. Saruhiko and enthusiasm didn’t really go together, but… still.

Sometimes it felt like it was hard to reach him. More and more, it felt like that. He wasn’t sure why.

Things are awesome right now, right? So…

Above him, the typing paused; a few seconds later, his wrist buzzed again.

‘Happy birthday’ was the new message. From Fushimi Saruhiko.

A familiar warm shiver surged outward from his chest; Yata felt the grin building on his face even as he read it. He remembered. “You jerk,” he said to the loft, not even bothering to keep the fondness of out his tone. “Coulda just said it.”

“Isn’t this way good enough?” Saruhiko responded, and this time there was a tiny bit of a smile in his voice – almost undetectable, but still there.

“Yeah, sure.” Pushing himself fully up, Yata stretched generously before continuing. “You should treat me to something before we go to Homra.”

Saruhiko clicked his tongue. “We’re both broke, Misaki.”

“We can afford some shaved ice,” Yata countered. “C’mon. We’ll hang out for a bit.” Totsuka had said not to hurry anyway – and if he was right about the surprise, it’d be better if they killed some extra time.

There was a brief but somehow stark pause. Then Saruhiko mumbled, “If you say so. You’re the one who handles the bills.”

That was basically agreement. “Right?” Looking down at his wrist, Yata reached out to close the image of the tickets that was still open. “No problem!”

As nice as the memory was, he obviously wouldn’t be needing those any time soon.

17 Years Old

When he brought up the tickets on the next birthday, it was on purpose.

It was late – past midnight, so technically not even his birthday any more – and he was sprawled on top of the covers on the futon in his apartment. The atmosphere was stuffy and almost suffocating with how quiet it was, a stark change from Homra or even the streets outside his building before he’d stepped inside and shut the door. There was no movement inside other than his own uneven breathing as he stared at the glowing holographic screen in the dark.

The loft he’d stared up at last year was nothing but a memory – and the birthday at his parents’ house when the tickets had been handed to him was even more distant in his mind.

But he was still obsessing over these stupid things, like an idiot.

Why do I still think about this guy?

Homra had thrown him a party – casual and boisterous as usual, and everyone he considered close to him was there. He hadn’t thought about anything troublesome for the entire night, enjoying himself thoroughly and without anything to stain his good mood. Until now.

At first when he’d checked his PDA after getting home, he’d told himself it was just to check for messages. And it had been! His mother might’ve sent another message, after all. Or maybe one of the guys, for whatever reason. Kusanagi might’ve found something he’d left at the bar in all the excitement.

Those were all just excuses – he knew it when he was bringing up the app, and couldn’t help but feel frustrated with himself for not being able to let go. Even without checking, he already knew there wasn’t going to be a text with that simple ‘Happy birthday’ in it, or an invite to meet up, or anything.

Still, he’d hoped… just a little…

It was after he’d checked and found nothing that he flopped back onto the futon, still fully clothed, and flipped through the menu on his PDA to bring up the image from all those years ago. He wasn’t really sure why he’d done it. Not like he was gonna send it to Saruhiko and expect anything to come of it.

But even so, he held his wrist up in front of his face and took in the neat printing and carefully marked dividing lines and fought the sting behind his eyes until the screen timed out and turned off. At that point he let his arm drop down to drape across his nose and exhaled sharply.

‘Won’t be needing them anytime soon’… isn’t that right, Saruhiko?

Sleep was a long time in coming.

20 Years Old

The sun was setting along the coastline, but the encroaching darkness didn’t concern Yata that much. He’d already sat by himself all afternoon leaning back against the railing that was supposed to prevent anyone from crossing over onto the knoll that led down towards the sea, headphones on his ears and the school-island of Ashinaka in front of his eyes. By that point, he was feeling pretty numb to the world.

The adrenaline rush that had brought him out there after finding Homra empty – again – had died off a while ago, and the fierce emotion that had struck him as he arrived at the site of Mikoto’s death was nothing but a hollow ache in his chest now.

Turning twenty should’ve been a big deal – he was old enough to drink; old enough to be considered a man, legally. It was something he’d been looking forward to not that long ago. Or maybe it really was that long ago; it was kinda hard to have a good grasp of time passing. It felt like the celebration they’d had when Kamamoto had turned twenty had been in another lifetime, even though in reality it was only a little over a year ago.

Remembering it caused the dull ache to ramp up to more of a throbbing pain; Yata had to swallow hard and tipped his head back against the metal behind him as the fleeting memories of drinks and laughter and the warm sense of belonging came rushing back to him. He could almost taste Kusanagi’s cake.

It was bitter as fuck in his mouth now.

The PDA on his wrist buzzed, and he brought it up to check the notification – more out of a need to distract himself than because he was really curious. The message was from his mother, the third one she’d sent that day. There were three other unopened ones sitting with them – one from Kamamoto, one from Akagi, and one from Dewa – as well as indications of several missed calls.

People who couldn’t be bothered to be around leaving generic birthday wishes, probably.

Whatever. Yata frowned at the notification until it timed out and vanished again. What was the point if they weren’t going to show up? Felt like anything they were saying was just empty promises at that point. Maybe it would’ve been better if they just said right to his face that they were leaving, like…

Right.

It was almost a birthday tradition at this point. Yata lifted his head, feeling the corners of his mouth edge up in a bitter smile as he opened the holographic screen again and brought up his images.

The picture of the tickets was still there, of course. He’d thought about deleting it so many times, and couldn’t bring himself to do it in all those years. There had still been a vague hope hanging out in his heart, though he didn’t really like to admit it.

After all this time, it was pretty damn unlikely that Saruhiko was gonna come back and say joining the Blues had been a big mistake, but Yata was notoriously shitty at letting go of things.

Request for backup.

For a moment – just a single, brief moment – he was overcome with a sudden desire to send it off. Even if all he got back was silence – or mockery. For the few precious minutes it would take for Saruhiko to receive the message and decide how he was going to respond, Yata would be able to hope for… something. Anything. He would’ve been willing to call a temporary truce if Saruhiko would honor the ticket and just pretend for one goddamn evening that he really did want to be with Yata.

He was so damn sick of being alone. He was sick of missing people. If there was a chance…

Don’t be fucking stupid. Yata twisted his lips into a scowl, swiping his finger harshly to dismiss the image and letting his hands flop into his lap again. Irritation was already rising fast through the fading cloud of other emotions.

Saruhiko wasn’t going to respond; he was a traitor, after all. Yata felt like an idiot for even wanting to send it. For hoping. For setting himself up to be disappointed, again and again.

Nothing was going to change. That ship had long-since sailed.

And it was time he finally accepted it.

21 Years Old

It was funny how life worked out sometimes.

“Whoa – this place hasn’t changed, huh?” Yata slid into his side of the booth, trying for nonchalant as he looked around the café. Same cutesy atmosphere, despite its plain and simple appearance.

Tables for two. Narrow booths. Fancy sundae on special.

Not the same sundae, of course – but still.

“Places like this usually don’t,” Saruhiko remarked, sliding into his own seat with a sigh. “Are you sure this is where you want to be today?” His gaze was almost wary. “What about Homra?”

Yata laughed. “D’you know how much of a bitch it is these days to find a good time for everyone to get together the same night? No way we’d hit the exact date – we got something going on in a few days.” He shrugged. “Anyway, I’d kinda rather do this.”

There was a very marginal shift in Saruhiko’s expression and eyes, as if he’d relaxed a little at that. “Another ‘special’ you want to try?”

“Nah. Well, maybe that too.” Yata grinned back at him. “You’re gonna treat me on my birthday, right? But seriously, it’s more for the nostalgia.”

“We only came here once,” Saruhiko reminded him drily, but he did offer a smile in response – small but genuine. “You’re the same as always. Making assumptions like that.”

Yata tapped his shoe against Saruhiko’s lightly. “Back at you. For not asking the real question.” After everything – the separation, the uncertainty, the tentative steps they’d taken to rebuild their relationship – he wasn’t nearly as confident as he was trying to pretend, but… Well, he wasn’t gonna hesitate now. Even if some of the things he’d done without thinking as a kid now felt nerve-wracking as an adult. He took in a breath, and continued boldly, “I asked you here because I wanna be here with you, not because you’re a backup option.”

Saruhiko’s eyes widened, mouth going slack for a moment. He blinked twice slowly, and then seemed to recover, reaching up to adjust his glasses almost awkwardly and letting his gaze slide off to the side. “I know,” he mumbled, and there was a brief pause before he added haltingly, “I’m also… here because I want to be.” His eyes flickered up to meet Yata’s again. “With you.”

The surge of relief that overtook him with those words was shocking; Yata hadn’t realized how much he’d tensed up until he felt himself relax. “Ah… yeah.” He felt almost giddy as they stared at each other across the table, and the widening of his smile was impulsive and uncontrollable. “Yeah!”

Looking into those familiar grey-blue eyes, he felt like he could float right out of his seat.

It reminded him that he had another reason for coming there, too. Yata cleared his throat, nerves catching up with him again. Doing his best to dispel them, he started, “Hey… Saruhiko, you – ”

“Good afternoon!” The sound of that overly cheerful voice struck him like a smack to the back of his head – partly because he wasn’t expecting it, and partly because it felt like deja-vu. When he looked up, the server was offering a bright smile. “Have you two decided on your order?”

He blinked at her, still feeling mentally jarred, and before he could gather his wits enough to answer, Saruhiko made a soft, amused sound and spoke up. “I’ll have a single scoop of mild vanilla in a bowl.”

The same order as before, even. This guy’s tastes are one thing that’ll never change, huh? Yata felt the corners of his mouth edge up. “I’ll take the special.”

“Coming right up!”

As she trotted off to the back, Saruhiko shot a lazy smirk at him across the table. “Don’t tell me you still can’t handle girls. It was cute at fifteen, but you’re going to have problems as an adult if you can’t figure that out.”

“Huh?” Yata’s brain caught up with the teasing, and he scowled back, feeling his cheeks burn. “Th-that wasn’t – ! Look, never mind that!” He shook his head, brushing off the interruption. If he took too long with this, he was never gonna do it, and it had waited way too long already. He lifted his wrist, bringing up the holographic menu quickly. “You remember those tickets you gave me, right?”

Saruhiko frowned, eyes narrowing, and for a second Yata thought he was actually going to say he didn’t. He was about to open his mouth and explain when Saruhiko finally said, slowly, “Did you seriously keep them for this long?”

Without everything that had happened between them, it might have been a casual tease. But there wasn’t a trace of mockery in Saruhiko’s tone, and Yata had a sense of what he was thinking. It was the same thing he’d sorta been asking himself during the time when they were separated.

You didn’t delete them even when everything was burned to ashes between us?

Unconsciously, his fingers had curled into a fist. Not in a violent way – with resolve. “Surprised?” Yata brought up the image he was looking for, turning his arm so that it was visible to both of them, and grinned at the expression of open surprise that met his gaze. “Shouldn’t you know me better? I don’t give up that easy.”

The initial hesitation didn’t last; after only a brief second, Saruhiko let out a breath, another of those slow smiles spreading on his face. He lowered his eyelids a fraction. “So stubborn.”

“Heh! Look who’s talking!” That look had Yata’s heart skipping a beat, but he gathered up his determination and ploughed forward. “Anyway, I’m gonna use one today.”

Saruhiko raised a questioning eyebrow at that. “What for?”

It was the same question he’d asked himself six years ago in this exact place. Yata drew in a breath, momentarily struck by the same overwhelming surge of longing he’d felt at that time. It was a combination of the atmosphere here and Saruhiko across from him, their eyes meeting and holding in that specific way that set off butterflies in his stomach and an ache in his chest. Back then, he’d been so confused by all of it – or maybe he had realized on some level, and was just in denial – but now…

Now I’m going for it!

Doing his best to ignore the nervous energy building within him, Yata sucked in a sharp breath, and forced himself to hold Saruhiko’s gaze. “For my birthday. In… a place like this. With this kind of… you know!” He could feel his face burning. “The – the mood in here. Or something.” It was a struggle not to look away, but he was determined to face this head on and take whatever reaction was coming. “I need a date.”

Saruhiko’s mouth opened, but he didn’t speak. He blinked several times as the silence spread awkwardly; when he finally did say something, it was with obvious hesitance. “Misaki – ”

“You,” Yata blurted almost at the same time, unable to stand it. “I mean you would be my date. Got it?”

At that, the corners of Saruhiko’s mouth quirked. “I gathered that.”

Even through the embarrassment, that quip was enough to bring a scowl to Yata’s face. “Don’t laugh, asshole – d’you know how hard it was to say all that?”

“I didn’t laugh.” Saruhiko seemed to have recovered himself. He regarded Yata almost searchingly for a moment, and then nodded slightly, as if he’d made up his mind about something. “Before that, I should give you your present.”

“Eh?” That caught him off-guard. Yata stared back. “Weren’t you treating me for my present?”

“That too. But there’s one other thing.” The corners of Saruhiko’s lips did edge up then, into the barest hint of a smirk. “Close your eyes.”

“Huh? Really?” After all the anxiety over his request, this was seriously throwing him off. Yata could still feel his heart beating hard against his chest, nerves all on fire with the adrenaline from earlier. But Saruhiko had raised both eyebrows at him now, clearly waiting, and so he let out his breath in a short huff and shut his eyes. “Okay, okay. Say when.”

Saruhiko clicked his tongue. “Just don’t peak.” There was the sound of rustling clothing; the creaking of the booth as weight shifted on it.

What is he – ?

The impression of warmth and breath and presence close to his face struck him before any contact was made, but he didn’t have time to react to it beyond a jolt of surprise running through his body like lightning, skin prickling up pleasantly in its wake. And then the unmistakable press of something soft against his lips – his best friend’s face fitting in tentatively against his own.

It took a solid two seconds for Yata to process what was happening – Saruhiko was kissing him, right? It wasn’t him making shit up in his head? – and then just as the pressure on his mouth started to lift, he was arching forward into it, eagerly seeking out more of that intimate touch.

It felt so good. Delicious.

They parted after another few seconds with what felt like mutual reluctance, but also a kind of awkward awareness of the situation. Yata opened his eyes slowly, feeling a bit dazed as he looked up to meet Saruhiko’s gaze. His lips felt tingly and there was a tremble he couldn’t seem to shake off in his shoulders and arms. He almost couldn’t believe that had just happened.

But it had – it had, and Saruhiko was really gazing at him with an odd mix of bewilderment and warmth in his eyes, two faint spots of color standing out starkly against the pale skin on his face.

For a long moment, they stared at each other mutely, as if processing that – yes – this was real. They had really done that.

“Here we go!” The chipper voice of their server smashed through that mood effectively; Yata jerked in his seat, turning to stare at her with half-panicked embarrassment. She offered an overly cheery smile in response, setting his sundae in front of him before turning to place the ice-cream bowl on the other side of the table. “Enjoy!”

Before he could muster up some kind of response, Saruhiko clicked his tongue. “Sure.”

“Ah – right…” Yata finally found his tongue. “Thanks.”

“No problem!” With one last professionally bright smile, she was off again.

Not even the sundae could’ve distracted him this time; Yata ignored the elaborate creation in front of him, turning immediately to seek out Saruhiko’s gaze. “Hey, so… Saruhiko… that, just now…”

“You can ask me to be your date without using a ticket, you know,” Saruhiko drawled, a lazy sort of smirk forming on his lips. His eyes had gone lidded again, but they were intent on Yata’s face. “Happy birthday, Misaki.”

Elation was already bubbling to the surface of his thoughts before that; he couldn’t have held back the grin spreading on his face if he’d tried. “Coulda just said so!” He didn’t wait for a response. “Not that I’m complaining – that was… a pretty good gift.” Feeling suddenly and inexplicably bashful, he ducked his head, grin turning sheepish. “Thanks!”

“Mm.” Saruhiko’s eyes never left him. “Any time.”

It felt like a promise – and hey, maybe that was the point. Either way, nothing could’ve topped the feeling coursing through him as they smiled across the table at each other. More than anything else, it was exciting – electrifying, even.

Like he’d thought from the start, that connection was and always would be the best gift.

#k #sarumi #yata misaki #k project #fanfic #fanfic:mine

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Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Pairing: UraMomo (Ochako/Momo) Words: 1831 Summary: In which Ochako spends a night awake, but not alone. Links: FF is here! AO3 is here!

knock knock, bnha fandom? yes hello, i'm here w my rarepair.

Ochako found that sleep didn't come easy to her as it used to.

It started when she moved into Heights Alliance. Sure, for first several weeks she would knock out like a rock, but that didn’t last. It was a subtle change, she noticed. She fell asleep at later times, the hours dragging on, and on, and on….

It would be one…then two…then three….

Before she knew it, the sun would be rising over a new day, and Ochako would be in her bed, body heavy with fatigue.

She sought other ways to help her fall asleep. Twenty or so jumping jacks, counting sheep, doing jumping jacks as she counted sheep—none of them worked. Sleep never failed to elude her, and with each passing night, Ochako grew more and more frustrated.

Eventually she decided that if she was going to spend the night wide-awake, she would do it in the common room, where at least she’d have a nice view of the sky to keep her frustrations at bay. Night after night, Ochako sat curled under a thin blanket, looking out the large, arched window, counting the countless stars dotting the night sky, alone.

This particular night, however, she wasn't alone.

She sat curled in the corner of the couch that faced the window, her head leaning against the crevice where the armrest and back cushion met. Her body felt heavy, yet her mind was wide awake as her eyes drifted from one star to another.

Hundred-five…hundred-six…hundred-seven…hundred-eigh—

“Uraraka?”

Her thoughts dissipated like clouds of breath as she turned her head. She saw Momo staring at her with a mix of confusion and surprise.

“Yaoyorozu,” she began, “what’re you doin’ ‘ere?”

“I should be asking you the same thing,” Momo said, raising an eyebrow.

Ochako felt a sheepish smile curl her lips. “Couldn’ sleep.”

“Your voice says otherwise.”

“Really?” Ochako laughed tiredly. “I guess I do soun’ sleepy,” she said after a while. She covered her mouth with the blanket as she yawned.

“Are you sure you’re not forcing yourself to stay awake?” Ochako caught lilts of worry in Momo’s voice.

“‘M sure,” Ochako said, blinking away the tears that sat in the corners of her eyes. “It’s like—mm—you know when your body is tired? But your mind keeps you awake?”

Momo hummed in confirmation.

“Tha’s what’s happenin’ with me.”

“…I see.”

There was a moment of silence, one that was heavy and awkward. As she shifted in her seat, Ochako realized that this was the first time she was alone with Momo. It also occurred to her that she wasn’t as close with her as she was with all the other girls.

Now that she thought about it, Momo was someone who always kept to herself.

“Do you wanna sit?” Ochako smiled and patted the cushion next to her.

Momo’s eyes widen and her cheeks color with child-like excitement. “Really?”

“Really.”

With constrained excitement, Momo made her way to sit next to Ochako, her eyes sparkling with glee all the while like a pup. The thought made Ochako’s smile grow wider.

Ochako felt the cushion beside her sink as Momo sat down. She could feel Momo’s warmth through the thin blanket, and as she took a deep breath, she caught the faint richness of coffee whisking past. The sting of homesickness pricked Ochako’s chest as she remembered the early mornings of her childhood when she would watch her father leave for work, leaving the smell of coffee in his wake.

“Didja drink some coffee?” Ochako found herself asking.

The weight beside her shifted as Momo hummed. “A little bit.”

“Is that why you can’ sleep?”

“Oh, no,” Momo said as she shook her head. “I can’t sleep because I stay up out of habit—I used to study through the nights when I was younger. Besides, it was non-caffeinated coffee.”

“Non-caffeinated?”

“I drink it because I like the taste.”

Ochako laughed. “That really is a Yaoyorozu-like answer.”

Momo turned to her with furrowed eyebrows. “Is…that a bad thing?”

“No,” Ochako said with a small smile, “it’s not. ‘M jus’ sayin’ you have adult taste, since you like coffee. Since it’s real bitter an’ all.”

Momo hummed, nodding slightly. “Do you not like coffee?”

“If it has marshmallows in it, I don’t mind it.”

There was a slight pause before Momo asked, “Marshmallows?”

“It’s somethin’ that my pops and I used to do,” Ochako explained. She chuckled quietly to ignore the cold feeling of homesickness spreading throughout her chest. “Sometimes I would wake up early and drink coffee with him. We didn’ really have things like hot chocolate because that was a sorta luxury for us, so he’d put marshmallows inta my mug to make it sweeter.”

Momo smiled, and for a moment, Ochako felt like she was sitting under the sun, its warmth melting the chill settling in her chest.

“You sound close to him,” Momo said.

“Yeah….” Ochako’s words faded with her smile, her eyes trailing off to gaze at an invisible spot on the floor. A chill passed through her spine as she mumbled, “I really miss him sometimes.”

Momo wrapped her arm around Ochako’s shoulders and pulled her close. The scent of coffee was undeniably stronger, and undeniably comforting. A familiar feeling she couldn’t quite name washed over Ochako. It warmed her the same way warm beach sand did, tingling sensations traveling from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

“You sound close,” Momo said, barely above a whisper. Ochako found that the gentle rumble of Momo’s voice soothed her. “It’s understandable why you’d miss home.”

“Yeah, guess we are.” Ochako allowed a breath of amusement to leave her. “We’re a small family that don’ really have much. All we really had was each other. But they did everythin’ they could to support me.”

Momo said nothing this time. Instead, she began to rub Ochako’s shoulder in small circles. Ochako found solace in the gesture; her mother would do the same thing when she was younger.

“They sound like good people,” Momo said.

Ochako’s lips quirked up into a smile. “They are. I wanna pay them back. For everythin’ they’ve done.”

“Is that why you became a Hero?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s a very Uraraka-like reason.”

Ochako chuckled; didn’t need to look up to know that Momo was smiling.

“How about you?” Ochako asked. “Why’d you become a Hero?”

Ochako noticed that Momo’s hand paused for a brief second before she answered. “Partially because it was expected of me,” she began, “partially because I wanted to.”

“Oh, right—I forget that you come from a well-known Hero family.”

Momo chuckled, but Ochako didn’t catch any note of amusement. If anything, it sounded quite the opposite: unsure, reserved, even a bit cynical—like she was laughing to distract herself from something.

Another shiver spread through Ochako’s, body, this time settling in her gut like water.

“I’m surprised people can forget a big title like that,” Momo said. The cynicism was leaking into her voice as she continued. “I wish I could, sometimes.”

Hearing her words made the cold water in Ochako’s stomach turn to ice. The frost crept up her body, freezing her lungs, making it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

Sympathy and shame churned in her gut as she finally forced herself to take a breath. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “Prolly shouldn’ ‘ave mentioned it.”

“No,” Momo began with a shake of her head, “I’m the one who should be sorry—I lost control of myself for a moment there.”

Ochako forced herself to stay quiet by chewing on the inside of her cheek. A question nagged at her, however, in the back of her mind. It prodded and poked the way Kirishima sometimes did in class, annoying her and demanding to be asked.

Ochako stopped her ministration, instead taking a breath to steel herself.

“Yaoyorozu?”

Momo answered with a faint hum.

“Can—can I ask you somethin’?” She paused before quickly adding, “Ah, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, though.”

Ochako felt Momo nod faintly. “What is it?”

“Are you, mm, on—on good terms with your family?”

Momo chuckled gently, a far cry from the cynicism she showed earlier. This one was much gentle and warm. “Of course I am.”

Ochako quietly sighed out of relief. “Tha’s good.”

“Why do you ask?”

“I just thought that, mm, you weren’t on good terms with ‘em, y’know? Like you might’ve been in a similar situation. Like Todoroki.”

“Ah. Well, I can assure you it’s nothing like that. But”—Ochako felt Momo let out a heavy exhale through her nose, and she scooted closer to the vice-president, hoping it would give her some form of comfort—”sometimes the name gets too heavy.” There was a moment before Momo added, “Like the pressure of being a Yaoyorozu. Not—not the actual name.”

Ochako stifled a laugh, covering her mouth with her blanket. Momo was a lot like Todoroki, Ochako noticed, with how awkward they were. Maybe that’s why they got along, because they understood what it was like to be an outlier.

The image of Momo sitting alone was upsetting Ochako much more than it should have.

“Y’know we got your back,” Ochako began, her voice holding such conviction she even surprised herself, “not because of your name, but because you’re you, y’know? Titles and stuff don’ matter to us; it just matters if you got the ‘eart of a Hero.”

An awkward, heavy silence weighed over them. Sweat began to collect on the back of Ochako’s neck. Did—did she say something wrong? Momo wasn’t saying anything, but that doesn’t mean it was necessarily a bad thing, was it? Because—

Momo blew off the silence with a laugh as if it was nothing. There was something living in her voice as she laughed, something so rich and so genuine that it made Ochako’s heart soar in her chest.

“It’s kind of comforting to hear something like that,” Momo said with a quiet sniffle. “Thank you.”

The warmth in Momo’s voice comforted Ochako. It wrapped around her like Momo’s arm, keeping her in an embrace that made her eyes heavy with sudden fatigue. It settled in her chest, tickling the edges of her heart every time she took a breath, like the scent of coffee that clung to Momo. The more Ochako held onto that warmth, the more she noticed the promise of safety behind it, like a place she was all too familiar with.

“You’re welcome,” Ochako managed to slur out before closing her eyes. The warmth surrounding her grew stronger as Momo’s other arm came around to fully hold her. Ochako felt her head shift from Momo’s shoulder to her chest, the scent of coffee ever-present.

Teetering on the brink of unconsciousness, Ochako smiled softly to herself.

Momo felt like home.

The thought was enough to put her into an easy sleep.

#uramomo #uraraka ochako #yaoyorozu momo #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #mha #i write

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suudonym · 8 years ago

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Suu help me I ran out of things to read (ff) so uh, suggestions please?

hhmmm I’m actually crazy picky about my tastes and thus don’t read a whole lot of stuff so the suggestions I have are few and chances are high that you’ve already read them but lemme see what I can come up with

When the Morning Comes is at the top of my list forever and always. to put it simply it’s a possibility for how karamatsu came to be the way he is in -san, but it’s told by shuffling around and mixing up the chronology of events and the gradual creation and filling in of gaps makes it really compelling to read. back in the earlier days of the fandom when the majority of karamatsu-centric works drew heavily from episode 5 (which iirc was still the case even in april after the show ended, when wtmc was published), this fic gave a unique perspective on karamatsu’s relationship with his brothers that was just so refreshing and attractive. it was a HUGE influence on my understanding of the characters and their dynamic. also very highly recommended are Oversight (zaimoku) and Distraction (choukei) which take place in the same universe and are just filled to the brim with sweetness and goodness and a healthy dose of hilarity too

continuing in no particular order, sometimes the scariest thing about a person is the fact that they think checkered suits are still fashionable is also a very excellent read. it’s not complete yet, but it’s essentially a retelling of -san but following tougou as a protagonist hellbent on revenge for his arrest and it is a fucking riot. I almost don’t want to say anything more than that because it’d be a shame to spoil the experience but I have to say, the way this fic plays with tone and with meta is just so…..! what’s the word I’m looking for, something like “compelling” but with more of a feeling like grabbing you by the neck and breathing life into your lungs. this is truly the tougou fic we have needed for so, so long

if you like choromatsu (and really, what’s not to like about choromatsu), you gotta have a look at We Can Be Strong. a sort of prequel to -san, this fic takes bright-eyed recent highschool grad choromatsu and throws him through the wringer to slowly mold him into the guy we know from the anime, and it does so in such beautifully painful and emotional ways. what’s really interesting about this one is how very careful and well thought out pretty much every single detail is. it’s chock full of throwbacks (throwforwards?) to connect it to -san and all those little “ahaa”s are so fun to discover, like it’s not canon but it’s so easy to forget it sometimes with how cleanly it links up

Bridal Showers takes a look at jyushimatsu’s wedding day with everyone’s favorite episode 9 side character, doing so through the lens of Good Big Brother osomatsu and BOY am I all about that. it’s a very sweet (and often very funny) look at homura and the warmth she gains as she joins the matsuno family. osomatsu’s dynamic with homura is so cozy and familial and Good and it’s just a delight to experience. and if you enjoy the added osototo flavor then I also recommend Table Manners as Bridal Showers is a kinda-sorta future to that fic which incidentally is also expertly done

and that’s all the stuff I’ve enjoyed recently (I reeeeally don’t read stuff that often as you can tell) so now I’m going to comb my distant memory for things that stand out, such as Of Blood and Water which is an AU in which karamatsu accidentally finds out that he’s adopted. I LOVE stories with family themes and so I remember this one really hitting a spot that I didn’t even know I had

Everything’s Going To Be Fine is a… mm I don’t want to say disappointingly short because that sounds too negative, but what I’m trying to say is that it left me wanting more. a “what if karamatsu was a vampire” scenario that’s super in-character, funny, interesting, and just a touch ominous, especially in its open ending

and did I mention I like family themes? because home does it SO well. an AU where osomatsu didn’t get away from tougou, which is not generally my thing but this fic handled it excellently. just the right amount of awkwardness, just the right amount of feels, just the right amount of everything all wrapped up in a beautiful family-shaped package

Brothers are Like a Stab to the Stomach - my ao3 history tells me I never got around to the most recent chapter (and also tells me that it never finished) but I remember enjoying the hell out of what I read of it. on their way home from running an errand, karamatsu and ichimatsu end up in a baaaad situation. what stands out in my memory about this one is that it had really enjoyable banter and really profound, visceral descriptions of emotion and sensation

this one!!! No One Spoke His Name, this is the one I dove into my viewing history for because I had no clue what the title was but I HAD to put it on this list. an AU where one of the sextuplets is stillborn and the rest live on as quintuplets, adjusting their roles in the absence of one of them. it’s REALLY cleverly written and always lingers in the back of my head. I think I remember crying a little

and then there’s For When You Return, which I have not personally read yet but has been recommended to me a few times and is on my “things to read when I’m no longer deeply entrenched in writing and can take the time to focus and enjoy” list so I don’t have anything I can actually say about it except that it looks interesting and several of people have encouraged me to read it

hope there’s a bit there that you haven’t seen yet and find enjoyable!

#things I learned about myself while putting this list together: I have a thing for family-centric scenarios #no wonder I like a show about six brothers so much #saydonym #fic rec #long post #osomatsu san

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[[ "Shall we play a game?” Kankri Vantas, hurt and resentful but still in love.

part two of Wiz/Kankri logs!! the questions game ]]

valorousimperial What's your favorite color?

wiz-texts ...purple. especially dark pink n blue are tied for second

valorousimperial Your turn.

wiz-texts you mean i ask you one?

valorousimperial Yes.

wiz-texts well there we go thats it ....kiddin

valorousimperial Shh. I laughed.

wiz-texts what bout your favorite color?? i promise i wont jus be stealin your questions but colors is a good one

valorousimperial Blue, like indigo bloods. It doesn't really fit with the theme of the crown, though. The color just seems peaceful.

wiz-texts yea!!! yea indigo blue is real pretty your turn

valorousimperial If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

wiz-texts oh gosh if....... if there was a way to just.... stand on top of everythin n watch..... all of it roll out in front of you........ i would do that maybe that sounds like some kinda crazy god fantasy but i just think itd be really beautiful but since that prolly aint a doable thing

valorousimperial Considering you're some kind of crazy god, maybe it is.

wiz-texts maybe but my alternate answer would be a garden a huge huuuuuuuuuuuuge garden, w everythin in it!!!! or near everythin i love plants so much

valorousimperial Your lilacs are still overrunning mine.

wiz-texts >:0 theyre misbehavin?!!! i better give em a talkin to they aint usually growin outta their spot so, um, if you remember your dreams.... whats your favorite thing youve ever dreamed about??? for whatever reason, ha

valorousimperial They got so big!!! Mmm... My favorite dream is the one that came true. When I was young, I dreamed of freedom.

wiz-texts n you got it?

valorousimperial I don't know if I'm free. There's a lot of binding about being the emperor.

valorousimperial But at that time, freedom meant being out of my donor's control. I *did* get that.

wiz-texts holy shit thats.... thats wonderful. im so glad you got that maybe...... hm

valorousimperial ?

wiz-texts just a thought. i... hm im scared its a hurtful one so i should prolly just.... keep it to myself for now

valorousimperial If you want.

wiz-texts fuck knows you deserve a break but not yet because uh, your turn to ask a question

valorousimperial If you could change one thing that happened to you, what would you change and how?

wiz-texts ha. loaded question

valorousimperial Doesn't have to be recent.

wiz-texts problem is i dont remember like......... a lot of things. most things i cant remember what th event wouldve been but it had to have started somewhere

wiz-texts th first time my friends ever hurt me. if i could, id change it so id never have believed it was my fault

valorousimperial That's a good thing to want to change.

valorousimperial I think your whole life would have went very differently.

wiz-texts id be different thats for sure maybe less scared i guess th important thing is that i did realize it wasnt my fault or more likely someone told me bc i..... do not come easily to realizations like that on my own

valorousimperial (It was me.)

wiz-texts ....oh thats. huh. so i guess..... i still remember things i learned from you wonder what else there is um!! whats your favorite myth? or folk tale??

valorousimperial Mmmm... That's hard. Fantasy was all I had when I was growing up, so I know a lot of things. I think that probably my favorite stories were the ones that didn't have lessons - they were just full of people doing what they wanted So, ancient mythology really caught my eye. It made the gods seem troll-like, and they just did what they wanted.

wiz-texts oooooh :0

wiz-texts i keep feelin like i oughta look more at myths because so many are bout gods n thats sorta? what i am i guess??? its nice to seem em bein regular but like. actin regular except w mighty powers i guess, ha

valorousimperial Right.

wiz-texts this question thing is sorta fun actually did we play it before??

valorousimperial I agree! No!

wiz-texts we shouldve!!!!!! its.... its a fun sorta way to get to kno each other anyway um, your turn....

valorousimperial I'm thinking...

wiz-texts think fasterrrr im kiddin. take your time

valorousimperial If you could go any*when* and change any*thing* with no horrific consequences, What would it be? It doesn't even have to be something related to you, Just. Something that you want to be different.

wiz-texts well frankly i would go back to last night n smash my goddamn phone [[<BACKSPACE! BACKSPACE!!! ]] gee um all of time is a rough one to pick from

wiz-texts if theres an event that couldve stopped th game from happenin, thats what id go for but then maybe i wouldnt exist???? idk. exchangin me n a few others to save multiple universes seems like a fair trade ....whoa thats a grim answer. oops

valorousimperial From what I've heard of the game, it's not that simple. So many universes wouldn't have been *born* then, right?

wiz-texts not really. they kill a universe and in theory you get to make one maybe..... one in several million sessions actually ends in created universe

valorousimperial I thought it was only one planet that was supposed to be destroyed?

wiz-texts nah they wreck th whole shebang ....i think most of th game is fuzzy between th violence n alcohol my turn!!!!

valorousimperial Your turn!!!

wiz-texts this is sorta silly but i keep thinkin bout it so here goes: do you ever paint your nails??? if you do or dont, what colors do you think youd like?

valorousimperial I do! Lots of trolls paint their claws.

wiz-texts (that totally aint two questions its one question in.... two parts. with a bunch of extra question marks)

valorousimperial It's seen as an accentuating thing, as claws are a vital part of troll standards of beauty.

wiz-texts ooohhhhh :0

valorousimperial My favorites are matte red and metallic gold.

valorousimperial Mm... What's your favorite sort of thing to wear?

wiz-texts mm?

valorousimperial Like, Do you have a favorite type of clothing?

wiz-texts hmm.... button-up shirts. they can be comfy or stylish and i guess accessories that go w that?? though ive only recently started experimentin like watches n bow ties n cuff links also: gold rings. fr some reason i have a bunch: i think there was a party?? i vaguely recall there bein a party

valorousimperial I've had you at a few parties. Do you know how recently it was?

wiz-texts real recent. i think th rings went w a suit?? yyyyea this red n black one

wiz-texts hm. i never really thought of red as my color

valorousimperial Auriel's party.

valorousimperial It matched my suit.

wiz-texts oh my god i promise i didnt mean to diss th color red!!!! i jus figured since i already got th pink thing goin, itd b a bit too much??? so i never wore it ...guess i changed my mind

valorousimperial You came to the party as my quadrant, so you probably decided to just match me.

wiz-texts speakin of clothes, um.... i hope this is an okay question do u wear gloves a lot or somethin???? i know i never rly do but there are a bunch of gloves in my sylladex

valorousimperial ...

wiz-texts all like, really nice material n stuff. black or white. some are gray. um. are they yours??

valorousimperial Oh. They're for my psionic. I always forget gloves, but whenever I touch other people, I feel their emotions. I guess you were preparing for me.

wiz-texts i guess so... ill um, ill keep em in th 'dex if thats alright. in case you need em n im round.....

valorousimperial Alright. ... What were you thinking earlier?

wiz-texts heck

valorousimperial Sorry.

wiz-texts thats kinda... um sorry in advance if this is upsettin?? sorry

valorousimperial I know I said I wouldn't ask, but the curiosity is killing me.

wiz-texts what you were sayin bout freedom made me wonder if.... if maybe freedom had somethin to do with why i made that choice

valorousimperial ... Free of what? Of me?

wiz-texts no!!!! no i mean th scars!! they can be....... bindin

wiz-texts in a real bad way

valorousimperial ...mm. I know about that.

wiz-texts you do???

valorousimperial Yes.

wiz-texts im kinda surprised, i thought round here scars are considered attractive n all that

valorousimperial They are.

wiz-texts (...did you tell me that?)

valorousimperial (Yes.)

wiz-texts (okay)

wiz-texts um... whose turn is it??

valorousimperial It's mine.

wiz-texts oh okay

valorousimperial Wait, No, it's yours.

wiz-texts 0o0 tbh i shoulda asked this first because Super Important what....... is........ your opinion on purrbeasts?

valorousimperial !! We went on a date to a cat cafe

valorousimperial I brought home four of them!

wiz-texts you took me to a cat cafe?? :0

valorousimperial You took ME to a cat cafe!

wiz-texts *what* no way.... where did i get that kinda initiative omfg more importantly!!! there's FOUR MORE KITTIES round here somewhere????? i gotta meet emmm

valorousimperial ?? Shouldn't you remember the cats? They love you.

wiz-texts i guess they were too close to you. i mean now that i think bout it i sorta remember???? but its fuzzy like th ball w that Auriel lady

valorousimperial Their names are Mushik, Halmim, Romila, and Vessin.

wiz-texts that sounds bout right..... yea, bout right i took you out to a cat cafe n you adopted four. wow your turrrn

valorousimperial My question WAS going to be if you DID remember the cat cafe, but that answers that. What's your favorite dessert?

wiz-texts i think it might be milkshakes!! i only tried em recently but theyre super yummy (least favorite is anythin with squash. especially pumpkin)

valorousimperial (Even pumpkin spice milkshakes?)

wiz-texts (i ate nothin but pumpkins for so long....... so so long =_="")

wiz-texts what is........... your favorite..... veggie dish

valorousimperial I really like peas...

wiz-texts omg theyre sweet!

valorousimperial But they get stuck in my teeth

wiz-texts 0-0

valorousimperial The little casings do. The same with corn.

wiz-texts that reminds me of my next question but its ur turn first

valorousimperial What should always be on a sandwich?

wiz-texts food

valorousimperial Hah.

wiz-texts but meat i guess????? though i really like tomatoes tomatoes ARE the red ones right

wiz-texts n when th leaves r all crispy!!!! they taste sweetish n refreshin somehow??? idk i jus like it im just buildin a whole sandwich at this rate

wiz-texts mmm.......

wiz-texts what kinda teeth do you have?

valorousimperial Two rows of something awfully sharklike!

[[ Several Hours In The Future, Because I Heckin Fell Asleep... ]]

wiz-texts ....fallin asleep without rememberin that you even laid down is a surreal dang feelin

valorousimperial I know, right? I passed out without realizing I'd closed my eyes...

wiz-texts yea i had..... felt like some kinda multiple row thing was goin on. otherwise that mark in my shoulder wouldnt make as much sense also because peas stuck in shark teeth is a funny mental image

valorousimperial Shoosh!!

wiz-texts ha so, your turn if um. if were still playin

valorousimperial Hmm.. What's your favorite texture?

wiz-texts dang uh...... thats actually super hard bc i love experimentin with all kinds of textures

wiz-texts i guess my favorite.... kind? of texture? that would be stuff that feels soft like kitty fur!! purrbeast i mean

valorousimperial Why do you keep saying that??

wiz-texts sayin what

valorousimperial Purrbeast You, uh. You know that cat is the normally recognized word, don't you?

wiz-texts oh!

valorousimperial I've been saying cat,

wiz-texts no ive just heard purrbeast n meowbeast used by trolls a bunch so i figured itd be considerate to switch when im talkin to trolls.....

valorousimperial Oh.

wiz-texts ive been tryin to make it a habit...... well now i just feel silly, ha

valorousimperial ' - beast' is generally lowblood vernacular Which I'm trying to phase out by providing better education. Descriptive naming is a habit that trolls without access to worthwhile education picked up so they could communicate ideas.

wiz-texts whoa. i had no idea

valorousimperial I mean, honestly, Mituna still adamantly calls the meowbeasts, so you do what you like, but We do call them cats. So if you don't want to, you don't have to correct yourself, and most trolls will still know what you mean.

wiz-texts huh. okay thanks for th lesson there

valorousimperial Happy to!

wiz-texts so..... my turn.....

valorousimperial It is!

wiz-texts do you want to meet today? it um. its okay if you dont, of course

valorousimperial Mm... We probably should.

wiz-texts so youre.... youre okay w that?

valorousimperial Yes, but Not RIGHT this second, if you don't mind...

wiz-texts oh um, right. of course so... when, then?

valorousimperial It's just that I have a guest right now So maybe not too long, maybe an hour or so.

wiz-texts oh!! oh right, okay. wouldnt wanna impose or nothin, of course

valorousimperial Hours in the future, but like one: -------------------- Okay, I'm ready.

wiz-texts me too. comin back now

valorousimperial You said that before. Except now I can't say 'the hall between my block and yours' because you'll get lost now.

wiz-texts oops

valorousimperial So, I'll just Come to yours.

wiz-texts alright. im still headin over so i guess well see who shows up first

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