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true colors

@renegadesnet event 10: pride

↪ [ “But everything was temporary. And pain was one of those things. Well, except love. Everything but love was temporary. Or that was what he liked to believe.” ]

Summary: Two years after the supernova, after Tamaya notified them the gearboxes that contained the lights had gotten soaked and that she needed the money to buy more before the next day (June 1st), Simon realized they were not enough for him anymore.

Simon wanted a bigger flag.

No. He wanted two. The biggest pride flags he could find.

AO3

Hello, friends!! I hope you’ve been having an excellent pride month and have been eating a lot rainbow cake and pissing off a lot of conservatives with the mere fact of your wonderful existence:’) As my contribution to this month and the event organized by @renegadesnet, I decided to write a fic focused on my favorite gay dads and their sons (bc I’m me, and you should have seen this coming.)

Before you read, I want to give a trigger warning: at the start of a fic I talk about a homophobic attack, which is not graphic or violent per se (it’s someone in the middle of the night taking away the flag they put outiside the house), and I do discuss about internalized homophobia during some parts of the story. If you read it and are sensitive to this kind of stuff, proceed with caution and take care of yourself <3

Also, this entry is a collaboration with my talented mother @healing-winston-pratt, who is going to be uploading some fanart of this in a near future, so keep an eye on that👀 she’s the best skjhkjds thank you for accepting to collaborate, I feel this is a great bonding activity and I hope we can do this more often✨

I need to update my tag list because a lot of the people who were included are not active as active as they were before/changed their URLs. But I’m going to tag @the-wee-woo-rita @lackadae @all-weather-is-bad @chiyuki-hiro bc you guys are the only ones who are still active users who I had on my previous tag list lol

With that said, I hope you enjoy this fic. I think that despite the angsty parts, it came out really fluffy and domestic, it was fun to write. And to all my queer silbings who are reading this: I am very proud of you.

But I see your true colors shining through.

I see your true colors, and that's why I love you.

So don't be afraid to let them show.

Your true colors,

true colors are beautiful like a rainbow

Simon couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t know he was gay.

There was a time when he didn’t know he was gay, of course. He was probably too young to even comprehend the meaning behind that word. And there was also a moment in his life when he felt embarrassed about it, and sad, and angry, and really, really scared, and probably thought that no matter how hard he tried, he was never going to be happy living the life he wanted to live.

That the pain was never going to end. That he was going to be miserable for the rest of his existence, and that maybe, there was no point in existing if he was going to stay like that until the day he died.

But everything was temporary. And pain was one of those things.

Well, except love. Everything but love was temporary. Or that was what he liked to believe.

That was the reason why, the first year after the Day of Triumph, he told Hugh they should get a rainbow flag for their house. They went to one of the first stores that opened at the mall (that had just been remodeled after twenty years of being abandoned) and bought one at a not so affordable price. Simon offered himself to install it on one of the fence pillars and had to spend thirty minutes listening to Hugh telling him that maybe he should let him do it, that the ladder Kasumi had lent them was ratty, and that Simon was going to fall.

Fortunately, Simon didn’t. He did almost fall, though, when he was about to pass out from stress because seeing Hugh getting all anxious, made Adrian cry and he started to basically beg him to come down, given that now he was convinced he was going to fall, and hearing his dad saying “Look what you’ve done to the kid, Simon” didn’t help at all to make Adrian (or Simon) feel better.

That night, there was a thunderstorm and Adrian used it as an excuse to sleep on their bed. As soon as he cried himself to sleep, two hours later, after their dads did everything in their power to calm him down, hugging him, giving him kisses, and assuring him his aunt Tamaya wasn’t going to let the storm hurt them, Simon raised his hand to high-five Hugh and tell him that they were amazing parents, just to realize he was already asleep. Simon silently judged him for sleeping so soundly while his son was having a crisis instead of sleeping.

When he woke up (at five in the morning) Adrian was looking out their window, with the Baby Indomitable blanket on his shoulders. The sky was still cloudy, but it wasn’t raining anymore.

“Darling, what are you doing?,” Simon told him. “Today’s Sunday. Let your daddy and I get some more sleep—”

“The storm took our flag,” Adrian blurred out.

Hugh was already awake too. “What?”

“You said the storm wasn’t going to hurt us,” Adrian said, turning around to see them, “but the storm took our flag.”

Simon got out of bed, looked through the window...

And, yes, the flag was completely gone.

But for some reason, Simon knew it hadn’t been the storm.

“Why would the storm do something like this?” Adrian asked.

Simon didn’t know how to answer that. Luckily, Hugh did.

“Because the storm is homophobic, son.”

Adrian laughed out loud and then asked his dads if they could have pancakes for breakfast. He had already forgotten about the storm and the flag.

They didn’t. Neither of them ever forgot about it.

While Simon and Adrian ate their pancakes, Hugh went to his office because, according to him, he needed to check something. When Adrian finished his breakfast and went back to his dads’ room to watch TV, Simon stayed in the kitchen, doing the dishes, and Hugh finally came downstairs. He was pretty quiet, and Simon thought that it probably was because he had told him to eat the burnt pancakes he didn’t dare to throw away, but after he finished them all, he said:

“I lied.”

Simon threw a glance at him. “When did you lie?”

“When I said the storm was homophobic,” Hugh answered.

“Well, of course, you lied, love. Storms don’t have strong political opinions about gay people.”

Hugh didn’t laugh. “What I mean is— that it wasn’t the storm.”

Every joke Simon’s brain could come up with disappeared at that moment. So he continued doing the dishes, and Hugh, thinking he hadn’t made himself clear, continued talking.

“It was someone else. It was a person. I saw them on—”

“I know,” Simon interrupted him. “I know. I’ve always known.”

But even if Simon knew, he still told Hugh to show him the footage because four eyes were better than two (especially considering that the owner of those first two eyes needed to wear glasses). It was all useless, though; the storm made the image all blurry, and the only thing they could see was someone taking it and running away in the middle of the night.

Simon wanted to think that it was just some dumb teen whose friends had challenged him to do it. But when it came to things like those one never really knew.

On Monday, they had promised Adrian to take him to the park that was a few blocks away so they could teach him how to fly a kite, but the thought of going out made him feel as if something bad was going to happen to them if they did, so Simon told Adrian that he and Hugh were feeling sick and that they would stay in their room to get some rest. Adrian asked them if they minded that he stayed there too because he was in the middle of watching a movie he had never seen before.

“Only if we can watch it with you,” Simon answered.

It was a weird day to be alive. They really just stayed there, watching silly cartoons with their kid and listening to him ranting about the weird proportions those characters had.

During the afternoon, Adrian told them he was hungry, so Simon went downstairs to look for something they could eat. He was thinking that maybe they should order something from that Chinese restaurant Tamaya had taken him the other day, when Hugh entered the kitchen and told him Adrian had asked him if he could bring him water.

Simon felt his hands were trembling while he looked inside his wallet for the paper where he had written the restaurant’s phone number.

“Do you want to get another flag?” Hugh asked him.

And something hurt.

Something hurt inside of him. Something started to cry, and to scream, and to flicker, trying to make him invisible to the world.

And it told him, the same way Adrian had told him he was hungry, that someone had taken him by surprise and made a deep cut on his chest.

But Simon didn’t allow it to come out.

He just said: “No.”

And Hugh answered him: “Me neither.”

He called the Chinese restaurant to order some food, while Simon went to their room with Adrian again and cuddled with him, trying to tend to the wounds of that something that was bleeding out inside of him.

Little Simon was crying, and screaming, and flickering, and needed adult Simon to take care of him.

The next day, they talked about the incident with the rest of the Council during their lunch break. It was one of those few occasions the six of them were together in the same room during their work hours. Tamaya was furious about the flag situation. She ranted for a good five minutes without anyone interrupting her about how fucking horrible people were and that she was going to find that little piece of shit and cut his hands off. Kasumi nodded in approval while drinking some horchata she had bought for herself, probably thinking about how to ask Tamaya to let her join her revolution (something she didn’t need to do, since Tamaya always included Kasumi in everything she did). Evander, on the other hand, was very quiet, something that made him feel a little bit relieved because he was not a sensitive person and Simon didn’t want him to... Evander the situation.

He didn’t say anything insensitive that day, though.

In fact, he said something… helpful, even.

“What about a flag made of light?”

Hugh rubbed his eyes and Simon knew what he was going to say before he opened his mouth.

Because he said that phrase constantly.

“Shut the fuck up, Evander.”

But Evander didn’t shut up. “Dude, think about it. No one would be able to take down a flag made of light.”

And everyone realized that, now, it was not only one of those strange occasions when the six of them got together to have lunch during their work hours; it was also one of those strange occasions when Evander had an idea that was actually good.

So after spending another hour discussing how they were going to make it work, they decided they were going to lit up the building in rainbow-colored lights.

Tamaya and Hugh were the ones in charge of almost all the operation because Evander said he had already given them the idea, so he didn’t need to do anything else (and then got mad at Hugh when he told the media he was the one who came up with it). Kasumi helped them, but was especially insistent about putting a trans pride flag somewhere in the building, and after they agreed with her, she personally hung it on the main entrance of Headquarters.

They started turning the lights on each night of June since that yeat.

Hugh and Simon still didn’t get a flag. Three nights after they told their friends about what had happened during the thunderstorm, Simon was woken up by the sound of someone crashing against the trash cans and almost jumped out of the window with his dagger on hand to slay whoever was trying to break into their house, but when he peeked out to see what was going on, he realized the “robber” was Kasumi, who had put a bunch of small pride flags on some pots they kept on their porch and started crying as soon as she realized Simon was watching her, not because she was upset the surprise she had for them had been ruined, but because now she was covered in trash.

(That week was like a sign Georgie was sending them from the afterlife to tell them they needed to install a better security system.)

Those were the only flags they kept around the house. They were small and discreet, and, most importantly, no one had taken them away. Why? Well— because they listened to Georgie’s sign and installed a better security system. Not because there weren’t any more homophobes out there who were willing to do it.

Until that moment, those flags (the little ones Kasumi had given them in a rather unconventional way and the one made of light that Evander had come up with) had been more than enough for them. But, two years after the supernova, after Tamaya notified them the gearboxes that contained the lights had gotten soaked and that she needed the money to buy more before the next day (June 1st), Simon realized they were not enough for him anymore.

Simon wanted a bigger flag.

No. He wanted two.

The biggest pride flags he could find.

***

That was the reason why, after having pancakes for breakfast (because it had rained during the night), he took the car, took the other three people living in that house with him, and after he was able to read the map, they arrived at a store that, among other things, sold flags like the ones they were looking for.

“I want one too,” Adrian told them when they were at the flag section of the store. “For my room, you know. And I want to get ones for Danna and Nova because I don’t think they have any. They would’ve told me.”

Usually, when Adrian asked for something Simon hadn’t agreed to buy him, like some candy, an action figure, or a pair of sneakers, he would turn around and ask him if he had the money to buy any of those things himself, which would anger him so much he would stop wanting that certain thing.

But that day, he felt like buying them everything they wanted. As if money grew on trees (something he always told his kids didn’t happen.)

“Of course, darling,” he answered, “get them everything you want. It’s pride month.”

“It’s May 31th,” Max said. He was inside the shopping cart Hugh had grabbed the second they entered. It was something he always did, even if they weren’t going to buy a lot of things because, according to him, it felt weird and wrong not to.

“It’s almost pride month,” he corrected himself.

“So can I get something for Nova?” Adrian asked again, just to make sure.

“You can get something for Nova,” Hugh assured him, smiling a little bit.

Adrian quickly turned around and started looking for the flag he wanted while texting Nova about something Simon couldn’t read (not like he was trying to, anyway).

After making sure Adrian stayed on the same aisle as them, they started walking around, gazing at the flags and posters available. Simon felt pretty progressive because he was able to name every single sexuality and gender they were supposed to represent. He imagined Hugh was doing the same thing, but with a lot more difficulty than him. He kept his eyes fixated on each flag longer than Simon did, as if he were trying to remember what they meant, and when he did, he pushed the cart (with Max still inside of it, playing a game on Hugh’s phone because he had forgotten his tablet at home), and the cycle began again.

But suddenly, Simon saw ones that he didn’t recognize.

After three seconds of standing in front of those little flags, someone hit him in the butt with their cart. He turned around immediately, ready to say a really threatening “Hey” to whoever had done it.

Hugh was the only other person who was there. He had been the one who had hit him with the cart.

Suddenly, Simon felt a little bit stupid for thinking someone else had done it.

The two of them maintained eye contact for a couple of seconds until Hugh started looking at his own hands grabbing the cart’s handle.

“Simon.” Before Simon could ask him what happened, he added, with a deep voice: “Move.”

Simon didn’t move. Instead, he hit the cart with his hips, just out of spite. Hugh hit him again with it, making Simon feel the unexpected need to grab the cart with his two hands and use his own weapon against him, but Max was there and they couldn’t act like kids in front of him. So he just hit the cart with his hips again, a little bit harder than the first time, and left it there.

He realized he was just going to be wasting his time asking Hugh if he knew what that flag was supposed to represent.

“Cherub,” he called Max. “Do you recognize this flag?”

Max looked up from the screen. He usually didn’t like it when he called him “cherub” in public, but this time, he didn’t seem mad about it. “Um… no? Ask Adrian—” and continued playing.

Adrian came back with a basket full of pins, and for a second, Simon almost asked him if he really was that naive to believe he was actually going to pay for all of them. But then, he realized that it was only the basket where they kept all of the pins they sold and that Adrian had taken it to show them to them.

“Look, they have so many pins here—” he started taking random pins “—this is the aromantic flag… this is the genderfluid flag—”

“Interesting,” Hugh interrupted him, “but which flag is that one?” and pointed at the one Simon didn’t recognize.

Max took a random pin from the basket and started looking at it with curiosity. Adrian almost didn’t pay attention to it, and after a few seconds, he said: “That one’s yours.”

Simon frowned and took one. It was a handheld flag with green and blue stripes, with a white one in the middle. He touched the polyester with his fingertips as if that was going to give him the ability to communicate with it.

“But we don’t have a flag,” Hugh told Adrian. “I’ve heard of the lesbian fl—”

Adrian took a pin of the lesbian flag. “This one.”

“Yeah— but gay men don’t have one.”

“The rainbow is ours,” Simon said, without taking his eyes away from the blue and green flag he was holding. “Like, it’s for all queer people.”

Hugh directed his attention to Adrian again. “You’re messing with us.”

“I do mess with you a lot,” Adrian admitted, “but this time I’m not because if I do and you get mad, you won’t buy me all the stuff I want to get.”

“Huh.”

Simon knew Adrian and Max were a lot of things, but "dumb" wasn't one of those. And Adrian was especially intelligent when it came to convincing his parents to buy him things.

So he decided to believe him.

“Well, I like it,” he said. Then, he asked Hugh: “Do you like it?”

Hugh grabbed one and observed it for a while. “I like that it has blue on it,” he finally answered, nodding a little bit.

Simon noticed Max was spacing out while playing with the pin he had taken, so he waved the flag on his face, making him laugh and sneeze because the damn thing had a lot of invisible dust Simon didn't notice at first.

“Oh, sh—”

“You know? Maybe we should get two of these,” Hugh said, waving it too, but in his case, not on the face of one of their kids. “For our offices.”

“Matching flags, very romantic.”

Max rubbed his nose. “Why don't you get a big one for the house?”

Simon quickly started to look everywhere on that aisle, and he saw a lot of big versions of the flags he had recognized before (and some of the ones Adrian had mentioned), but there were no gay flags in sight.

“Maybe next year, I guess,” he shrugged. “I don't think they have them here yet.”

He grabbed two of the rainbow flags that were there, inside their respective plastic bags, gave them to Max, and he put them on his lap, still holding that pin. Simon made a quick mental note to remind his future self they needed to pay for that (he didn’t know if it had to with the fact that Max had been spending a lot of time with Maggie, Nova’s sister, but he had developed this weird habit of stealing the most random objects one could think of. Luckily, he limited himself to stealing things from his dads and, one time, from a store.) (Kids went through weird phases when they were Max’s age.)

(Because… it was a phase, right?)

Adrian received a text. “Danna says that she already has a flag, so I’m getting her a pin,” he said after reading it. “And Nova says she wants one too.” Then, his whole face lit up. “And I could get one too so we match.”

“Copycat,” Simon accused him, jokingly. “Your dad and I got matching flags, and now you want to get matching pins with your girlfriend.”

Hugh shook his head, disappointed. “I cannot believe you have betrayed your own family like this.”

They stayed at the store another 30 minutes to buy some other things they needed for the house, and from time to time, when he or Hugh grabbed something, they pretended they didn’t see Adrian and said: “Um, but the copycat may be listening” to a point he told them to stop, and refused to forgive them until they agreed to buy him the flag he didn’t intend to get anymore, but now was going to.

He got the last bisexual flag there was at that store.

***

The first time the four of them were together in their room was last June. Something went wrong with the A/C system of the entire house and the only room where one could stay without having a heatstroke was theirs because their A/C hadn’t broken down for some reason. Adrian and Max were sleeping on the air mattress until Simon (who hadn’t been able to sleep lately) heard that one of them woke up and asked Hugh something. He sat down on the bed, at the same time Hugh moved a little bit to allow Adrian to lay down between the two of them.

Then, in the middle of the dark, his eyes met Max’s.

He looked tiny. Young. Pretty young.

And far away.

Simon couldn’t remember who did it. He didn’t remember who talked that night. It could have been him, even. But he was sure that, at that moment, someone whispered:

“Get in here, kid.”

And Max obeyed. He crawled, raised his arms towards them, and Hugh grabbed him carefully by the collar of his shirt and placed him between him and Adrian.

It was a peaceful night. The bed was big enough for the four of them, and Simon was able to sleep and actually rest for the first time in weeks.

At least until their A/C turned off with a weird sound, and the four of them woke up at the same time, sweaty, uncomfortable, and almost at 11 AM, not because they weren’t necessarily willing to stay there longer, but because the heat was starting to get unbearable and suddenly the bed was too small for three adults and a little kid that was not that little anymore.

“This isn’t a room, this is a— a freaking oven,” Hugh said, while Adrian tried to push him out of bed to get the hell out of there and seek comfort on the air mattress he had abandoned in the middle of the night.

“And we are the... cookies,” Max giggled.

“The turkey,” Simon added.

Max turned around. His whole face was red and his hair was a little bit wet. “The lasagna.”

Simon grabbed him by the cheeks; a discreet way to check if he had a fever. “The cake.”

“The ham.”

“The—”

“Dad. Move.”

Later that day, Simon called someone to fix the A/C, and that was the end of the story.

When they arrived at the house, Adrian wanted to hang his flag as soon as possible, on one of his room’s walls, but Simon insisted that they should iron it first so it looked nicer. Hugh said that he was planning on ironing the ones they had bought for the house and offered Adrian to do the same with his, but when he insinuated that he didn’t trust him enough not to mess up his flag the same way he had messed up his favorite shirt (the one he wanted to wear to take Nova to a nice place during her birthday), Hugh reminded him that the only reason he kept doing that for him was that Adrian didn’t know how to iron yet, and decided that he was going to use that moment as a teaching opportunity. Max made the mistake of laughing at his brother when he thought no one was paying attention to him, but Adrian was and dragged Max into the teaching opportunity with him.

Simon joined too. Just because.

And suddenly, the four of them were in their room again.

With the A/C on, of course.

He didn't know if Hugh had noticed, but he had been so invested in his own explanation, that after he finished ironing the two rainbow flags, he started ironing Adrian’s without realizing it. Adrian, instead of giving up and stop pretending he was paying attention, was looking, kind of mesmerized, how he opened the bag of his blue, purple, and magenta flag, and proceeded to put it on the ironing board, now telling him that when Georgie had tried to teach him how to iron his clothes, she accidentally burnt Evander.

Simon was half-listening to the story, half-listening to the music video that Max was watching on the TV. He was sitting on a big and old ottoman they had bought a long time ago but had never found the perfect place to put it and just stayed there for years until they forgot about it. Max was in front of him, sitting on the floor and resting his back on the ottoman, while he covered his blond hair with small butterfly hair clips he had found at the store and bought just because he thought they were cute (who knows, maybe Nova wanted them for Maggie, or Kasumi could use them for herself, she loved them when she was little).

When all the hair clips were on Max's hair, he took a small mirror they kept in the bathroom (but Simon borrowed it for a minute) and gave it to him so he could see the final result.

“Look at me,” Max exclaimed, laughing. “I look so pretty.”

Simon grabbed one of the hair clips and pulled it a little. “Butterfly hair clips are a popular trend this time of the year.”

“This is definitely going to make me the most popular kid in the playground.”

“Definitely.”

He leaned forward to start taking the butterfly hair clips off Max's hair and was putting them on Max’s open hand when he noticed that he hadn’t let go of the pin they bought him at the store.

(Simon did remember to pay for the thing, but if he hadn’t done it, Max wouldn’t have said anything.)

“That was really nice of you,” Simon said.

Max looked at him, confused. “What?”

“Getting a rainbow pin—” he took his other hand and started putting the hair clips on it so none of them would get lost “—to show support.”

Max didn't say anything and Simon continued with what he was doing. After the music video finished, and another one started playing, Hugh gave Adrian his flag and told him he could go and hang it in his room, and as soon as Max heard that too, he gave Simon the hair clips and followed his brother out of the room, asking him if he could help him with it.

Simon, after realizing the bag where the hair clips came in had been destroyed by Max punching holes in it with the pin, took one of the empty pill bottles he kept in his drawers and put them there.

He closed the pill bottle and realized Hugh had been gazing at him during all this time, slightly leaning on the ironing board. “What?”

“That’s my pill bottle, Si,” he told him.

“Ah—” Simon pressed his lips “—can I have it?”

“No.” Hugh smiled at him. “Yes, you can.”

“So funny. Come here—” and patted the bed mattress.

Hugh, being extremely careful not to touch the flags he just ironed, lied on the bed and sighed.

“Do you want me to play with your hair?” Simon asked him with a soft voice.

He closed his eyes and nodded.

After a while of the two of them just being silent, he said, “Hey… I heard what you told Max, by the way.”

“The butterfly hair clips trend?”

“The pin thing.”

“What about it?”

Hugh opened his eyes, just a little bit. “Just don't tell Max I told you, all right? Because he told me he wouldn't tell anyone else until he was sure, but… I think it's important the two of us know,” he explained.

Simon was starting to feel his palms get a little bit sweaty. “Okay— but just tell me, please.”

He checked overhearing their conversation one last time, and that the kids were still at Adrian's room. “Max told me a couple of days ago that he has been thinking about… what he likes.”

He stopped playing with his hair for a second. But then, he continued.

It was his way of coping with the feeling of his stomach twisting inside of him. “What he likes?” Hugh nodded again. “Huh. And has he— does he has an idea or—”

“No, he doesn't,” Hugh answered. “He just knows that he doesn't like girls. Or that's what he told me.”

Simon raised his eyebrows and scoffed. “That sounds like a lot of things. Not liking girls.”

Hugh scoffed too. “That's what I told him. And that he can take all the time he needs to figure it out. Because he can—”

“Yes. Yes, of course, he can,” Simon assured, with determination. “Life is longer than we think it is.”

They stayed silent again. And Simon couldn’t help but feel relive inside his head the moment he called Max an ally, feeling his stomach twisting even more at every second it passed.

“I feel bad.”

“Why?”

His palms started to sweat again. “Because I called him an ally.”

“It’s all right. You didn’t know.”

“I shouldn’t have assumed anything.”

“You didn’t know,” Hugh repeated.

But Simon didn’t listen. “Si.”

Then, Hugh grabbed him carefully by the wrist, and, a little bit surprised, Simon tilted his head. Hugh usually didn't interrupt him when he was playing with his hair.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“No, what’s wrong with you?” he deadpanned

Simon knew him well enough to know he wasn’t trying to be rude. It was just his way of asking things. Especially when he was genuinely worried and didn’t think about modulating his tone so it It fitted the situation better.

He sighed. Because he didn’t want to lie to him. “I assumed Max was straight.”

As soon as he said it, he realized how silly it had sounded phrased like that. But he also noticed his voice had broken and he had to put a hand on his mouth so he didn’t start crying.

And Hugh, instead of saying the encouraging phrase he expected him to say…

He smiled.

And for some reason, that made him want to cry even more. “Ew, why are you smiling?” he asked.

Hugh took his time to answer him. “Oh, it’s nothing. I think I'm just… happy.”

“Well, I’m not.”

Hugh smiled more. “I know, love, I know… It's just one of those things…” he tried to find the right words this time. “One of those things I didn't think we were going to go through together,” he kept saying. “Like… we're going to be together when Max finally discovers who he really is. Like we did with Adrian. And like other people did with us. And that makes me happy.”

Simon wanted to tell him to shut up and let him cry and be dramatic as much as he wanted because he considered he deserved it. But he tried to do it, the only thing that could come out of his lips was almost imperceptible “Yeah…” and then, a small tear started running down his face. Hugh quickly noticed this and wiped it away with his finger. Simon scoffed and looked away, rubbing his nose.

“Hey…” and he moved aside so Simon could lay beside him.

The space they had was a little too small but he didn’t mind because now he had an excuse to be closer to him.

And there it was again. Little Simon. Little Simon was there again with them.

Just that this time he wasn’t crying, or screaming, or even flickering. He was just… existing.

And all he wanted to do was to exist.

When Hugh held him that way, sometimes he felt as if it was the first time he did it. Which made Simon (and the sad, angry and scared part of Simon) wonder if there was a sad, angry and scared part of Hugh that also craved that comfort and validation, and if it was the one who hugged that younger version of Simon until they convinced each other that everything was fine.

That there was nothing wrong with neither of them.

Because sometimes it was as if people didn’t remind them that as many times as they needed. So the only option they had was to be there for the other, and tell him that it was okay to hug, to kiss, to touch, and to share until the one who was talking ended up convincing both of them.

Love wasn’t temporary.

And their love was as powerful as they wanted it to be.

Those younger versions of themselves wanted to stay like that forever every single time. But their adult versions knew they couldn’t do it because they had other responsibilities that they needed to attend.

Installing those two pride flags that were next to them, for example.

Their younger versions were excited to do that, but they also asked them if they could rest together a little bit longer. And neither of them had the heart to tell them no.

Hugh started to play with a lock of Simon’s hair. “We’ll be there to catch him.”

He knew he wasn’t talking about either of them. Even if, with his eyes closed, he could see little Hugh and little Simon holding each other’s hands and throwing themselves into the world, a little less sad, and angry, and scared than before, without being sure if there was going to be someone down there to catch them if everything went wrong.

“Together.”

And Simon agreed. “Together.”

***

“He’s going to fall.”

Simon rolled his eyes.

“No, he’s not,” Hugh told Max. “I’m here.”

“But what if—”

“Done,” Simon announced before Max could even finish his sentence. “Now, let’s just hope these things stay there as long as possible, because this ladder makes me anxious. I was trembling while putting the first flag.”

Max clicked his tongue. “It’s a windy day. The wind could have pushed the ladder or something.”

Now it was Hugh’s turn to roll his eyes. “Take my hand.”

Simon went down the ladder without letting go of his hand. Then, while Hugh took it and quickly went inside the garage to put it there, Adrian pricked his little brother up with his own rainbow flag pin, and in response, Max punched him in the stomach with all his might (which wasn’t that much). Adrian laughed and pretended to be hurt, but immediately asked him if he wanted him to help him with his pin.

Simon noticed that Adrian had already put his pin of the bisexual flag on his clothes, and watching him pull Max a little bit closer so he didn’t prink him again (now by accident), while Max gazed at his hands, trying to memorize his movements so he could do the same thing when he wanted to wear that pin again, made his mouth curved into a smile.

When his husband came back from the garage, he thought he was going to tell them to stop blocking the sidewalk and get in the house so they could continue with their day. But instead of doing that, he walked towards them and looked at their waving flags, flying on their mansion for the first time in years.

Adrian grabbed Max by the waist and carried him on his shoulders so he could have a better view. And he realized that there would be a day when they would throw themselves into the world completely alone, without knowing how people were going to act and aware that two of them were brave enough to take whatever blows that they were going to throw at them.

But they weren’t going to do it alone. Because Hugh, Simon, and their hurting parts weren’t going to spend a day without reminding them that they were going to be there, ready to catch them every single time they needed it.

Simon started to look for Hugh’s hand just to realize, Hugh was already looking for his too, and when they found each other, he couldn’t contain himself and stood on his tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. Then, Hugh smiled and kissed him back, this time, on the corner of his lip.

Simon felt proud of what they were.

He was really proud.

And he hoped they were proud too.

#renegades #archenemies #supernova #renegades trilogy #hugh everhart #simon westwood #adrian everhart #max everhart #everhart-westwood family #the warden and the captain are sitting in a tree #obsi's writs #i should get an oscar for the homophobic storm joke

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wakaoujisenhime · 4 years

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Hello! I really fall in love with your blog! Thank you very much for those Vorpal Swords headcanons! Can I ask headcanons about being Rakuzan manager? For example, how she cares about boys and they care about her; how Rakuzan protects her; How she supports them at games. And Akashi likes her. Good luck to your blog!

A/N: Hello there! I’m glad to know that you’re enjoying these, so I hope that this one will be to your liking as well! Also to those who don’t know what a ‘bokken’ is: it’s basically a wooden sword, Japanese swordswomen and men use for training!

Tags: Akashi x reader ✅ Rakuzan x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅ friendship ✅

image/art source: Zerochan (art by Tousaku) [I sadly couldn't find the corresponding post where they uploaded it, since that artist seems to be inactive atm, but if you happen to stumble upon it, please make sure to tell me!]

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so first of all how did you even become Rakuzan’s manager?

well you were actually taking care of the team BEFORE Akashi joined the club

back then you guys were a wholesome team, but the moment the redhead was pronounced captain it all went downhill...

your former teammates began dropping out with the same complaints

“He’s too strict”, “I can’t train like this anymore”, “When he’s on the court, basketball loses its fun factor!”

even if you hated to admit it...they were right

Akashi was a REALLY strict leader who always wanted his team members to give it their all

100%? Not enough, make it a 110 and then you might be chosen as a substitute

during the first half of the school year, you put up with everything he threw at you, whether it were insults or commands

at one point you weren’t even the manager anymore but became his loyal puppy that did everything he instructed you to do

the things he requested weren’t even worthy to your title...unless you like standing in front of the gym door, acting like a bodyguard at the disco

and of course, even you had your limits

after Akashi had once again decided to give you an unreasonable task, you finally snapped

“I’ve had enough! Just who do you think you are, ordering me around as if I was your subordinate!”

“Listen. You either fix that emperor like attitude of yours, or you end up losing one of Japan’s strongest team...including me.”

in your state of anger, you had shoved the clipboard you were using against his chest and had stormed off the gym

a whole week had passed and you didn’t visit the club even once, that’s how pissed off you were

one day just when you thought about filling up a club withdrawal paper, there was a letter in your locker

...

Dear (Y/N)...I know that the way I’ve been acting up until now has upset you, but the reasoning behind my behavior is a simple one. All I desire is to see whom of these ‘star players’ everybody (including you) praises, can actually live up to their title. Sadly, I’ve come to the conclusion that none of them were able to, so I’ve decided to build up a new team in which you as well are going to be needed. I sincerely hope that you are willing to help the new Rakuzan basketball club reach even greater heights than ever before. Yours faithfully, Akashi Seijuro

P.S: We need you manager.

...

the first half of the letter had made your blood boil, but the further you read the more your curiosity got peaked

but you didn’t want to give in that easily, so you decided to visit the club one day to see what Akashi’s idea of an absolute basketball team looked like

...

“So (Y/N)..what do you think?“, Akashi asked after practice had ended

you had just looked at him with one of your ‘are you kidding me?’ faces and shook your head

these boys...

a) looked like full-fledged men to you

b) could easily snap you in half if they wanted to (especially Nebuya)

and finally

c) were probably all legendary NBA players in their past life

all in all they were amazing

watching them play gave you the impression of an actual and professional basketball game...that’s just how good they were

...

two months passed and you had taken the role of the manager once again

you hated to admit it, but Akashi was once again right..this team was absolutely amazing and worthy of any title you could think of

luckily these boys turned out to be more wholesome than you had ever anticipated

knowing that all of them had their struggles and own problems to deal with, despite their flawless appearance made you realize that that they were indeed your typical high school boys and not some basketball machines

sadly they couldn’t - or better said - weren’t allowed to show any weakness during training...these were Akashi’s orders

much to your surprise, they had accepted it with much less resistance than the members before them, but you were a little anxious that they might end up quitting the team so you took it upon yourself to prevent that scenario from arriving

from that day forward you began spending more and more time with all the members (except Akashi) …

Reo:

as the vice-captain he was to ensure that everybody followed the training regimen they were given by the redhead (in case of his absence)

sadly due to his laid-back nature and feminine speech, almost no one took him seriously

that’s where you come in…

“Come on now guys! Listen to Reo or I’ll get the bokken! And if that doesn’t get you guys moving then I’m sure a short phone call with Akashi certainly will...”

the second line always worked and even managed to make Reo giggle

after that, he’d always thank you several times and while the others ran laps/were stretching the two of you would always talk about that day’s schedule

by the end of practice, Reo and you would actually go out and do some shopping while talking about different topics

and thanks to his talented eye for the beautiful, your wardrobe was full with clothes that complimented your figure just perfectly, which only boosted your ego

a certain topic you guys started talking about only recently was romance

at first you were extremely careful to not touch upon any touchy subject since there were a lot of rumors amongst your classmates, concerning Reo’s sexual orientation

but the more you got to know him, the easier it was for you to talk to him and in no time the two of you had become best friends

whenever someone either came up to you or him and wanted to just mess around, the two of you got each other’s backs at all time and would either intervene directly or call for backup (mainly Nebuya)

thanks to Reo’s ‘big sister’ personality you luckily never felt alone or at a loss, since you knew that he’d always be there for you and help you out

Kotarou:

this boy seriously makes you run for your money

he’d always arrive almost half an hour earlier than the others just cause he wants to mess around with you (he’d for example take your clipboard and make you literally chase him for it)

at first it upset you quite a bit, but as time passed you eventually got used to it and evolved your strategy

you chase him?

hell NO

you’d instead sit down on one of the benches and wait for him to bring it back to you

your strategy for that was to remain silent and show no reaction whatsoever whenever he asked if you weren’t going to chase him like the ‘good old times’

he’d then get so worried that he’s upset you that he gives up, brings you your clipboard and starts either poking your cheeks, playing with your hair or straight out embrace you

the latter always broke your façade

his warm hugs accompanied by the glistening puppy eyes and his snaggletooth always made you pity him and wonder if you’ve perhaps gone too far

the moment you’d give in, his cheerful attitude was back in an instant

and that routine became pretty much a daily ritual between the two of you

what perhaps surprised you the most was when you actually witnessed Kotarou’s other side of his bubbly personality

he was surprisingly the ‘holding a grudge’ type (especially on the court)

Rakuzan had a practice match once and when a player of the opposing team made it past the blond boy seconds later he was fuming, glaring at everyone who even looked his way and screamed more as well as louder than usual

the others around you weren’t even faced by his sudden tantrum so it was up to you to calm him down before the referee gave him a yellow card

since then his mood-swings became your responsibility

outside of the gym, you guys spent a good amount of time together

you mostly helped him out with his homework since he really wasn’t the brightest out of the bunch (and as some of you might know in Japan your grades play a major role when you’re a part of a club. Depending on your test results you might get excluded from some of the activities as far as I know) and you weren’t going to leave on any activity without this ball of sunshine

to pay you back for your help he’d go skateboarding with you on the weekend

in case you forgot or couldn’t skate he’d help you remember or teach it to you

much to your surprise, he was quite a good teacher, so it was easy for you to understand the basics and even learn some of the simplest tricks on the way

but in case you were some kind of a pro (or simply good) at it, he’d challenge you to a small contest and by the end of it the two of you would actually come up with a small choreography

Nebuya:

to be frank, he intimidated the heck out of you (at first) and he was actually the most difficult for you to approach

the main reason for your reluctance was mainly because of his appearance, but just a day after you were first introduced to him made you change your mind

on your way to school you took the train and as commonly known the trains in Japan were the majority of the time extremely filled with people and some of them just couldn’t keep their hands by themselves and just had to go ahead and start feeling people up

in that case, the victim was unfortunately you

the typical reaction of your other female classmates would’ve been to stand there and do nothing about it, but you were different

“Excuse me, but could you stop touching me?“, you asked in a loud voice making sure that at least some people witnessed what was happening

you couldn’t care less if you guys became the center of attention, all you wanted was to get this creep’s hands away from your body...and you did

what you didn’t know/notice was that Nebuya had actually seen all of it and wanted to come and help, but you were quicker

when you got out of the train he caught up to you and directly asked if you were ok

he even went ahead and bowed his head to you apologizing multiple times for not reacting quick enough

it surprised and scared you at the same time, but this was kind of a chance to finally talk to him, so you made sure to not let that opportunity slip away

and trust me when I say this, but this man turned out to be a bigger softie than you anticipated

since that day he became the person you’d call upon first in case of trouble you couldn’t solve on your own

Nebuya even volunteered to be your bodyguard, but you weren’t really a damsel in distress so you refused at first

and after many arguments, pouts and pleas you finally gave in and agreed to go to school together every day

additionally during training he’d make sure to be the first one to save you from any flying ball

much to his dismay, you managed to dodge or even to catch the majority of them which made his attempts completely futile

so in order for him to stop sulking about how he had ‘failed to show you his muscles in action’, you’d go out and help him with his workout

sometimes you’d even be his motivational right hand during his own eating contests

and when he decided to show his ‘manly’ side and either burps or lets out gas, your bokken was on him just some seconds later

Mayuzumi:

this boy seriously hated you in the beginning

in his eyes you were nothing but a loud girl who wanted some attention and tried to gain it by acting as the manager

much to his surprise you figured him out pretty quickly

you somehow knew when he became irritated on the court and immediately took action to prevent any outbursts from him or someone else

furthermore, you supported his hobby without asking questions and when he expressed the wish to go to the rooftop and read a chapter or maybe even two from his light novel, you’d just let him go

one afternoon he came to the gym to excuse himself from training and found only you and how you had fallen asleep on the referee table

his first thought was to leave before you even noticed that he’d been there, but then he saw a small notebook with the title ‘RAKUZAN BB CLUB’ so he got curious and started reading your handwritten entries about all of the members

each member had a few pages worth of information you had either gathered yourself or looked up

he found it a tad adorable that you reserved the last page for a personal comment on a player since it reminded him of how some of his authors wrote an afterword at the end of their story

as soon as he read his name though he suddenly became really reluctant to proceed

for some reason, he was afraid of what you might have written/researched about him

he started to read it anyways

“...”

“Has a low presence...well yeah I guess”

“...”

“Seems to be prouder than he lets on? W-Wha? That’s not even...true”

“...”

“Probably swears at his teammates internally...how did she know?!”

“...”

“It would make me happy if we talked more to each other, but he probably hates me... ”

Mayuzumi would’ve never told you, but that last line hurt him quite a bit

that day he decided to join practice and when you called for a timeout you’d always leave his towel and water bottle on the bench next to you and he’d normally just take it, but this time he murmured a barely audible ‘thank you’

you almost fainted then and there, but somehow managed to keep up your serious facial expression (which he very much appreciated)

the two of you would almost never go out/spend time together, but instead, you began exchanging small gestures like you buying him a new volume of his favorite author or him hiding a small ‘thank you’ note in your notebook

Akashi (finally):

since you and he know each other from way back, you didn’t have that much contact in the beginning since you wanted to take your time to get to know the new members, but Akashi’s eyes were always on you

if someone out of the other members even dared to ask him if he harbored feelings for you...then let us just pray that he doesn’t have Midorima’s scissors with him

but if one of his main players (most likely Kotarou) asked him about it, he’d just cut him off quickly and shut the conversation down

Rakuzan’s captain cares for you in his own kind of way

he’d support you from afar and make sure that no one who he doesn’t deem as worthy comes even remotely close to you

you weren’t aware, but since you had once again become the manager of the reformed Rakuzan you became quite popular

a lot of people admired you, some were even impressed or jealous and some even began having feelings for you

“I’m thinking about asking (Y/N) out...what do you think?”

as soon as Akashi heard your name in such a conversation he instantly made his move

don’t ask how he did it, but within a week you had gained the reputation of being ‘out of limits’ for everyone except for the club and your friends and just in case someone felt the need to be adventurous, there was no way they’d be let into the gym (thanks to Akashi’s orders and Nebuya’s muscular body)

the redhead had first noticed his feelings for you when you snapped at him back then

for him it was the first time someone even dared to speak up against him and even insult him

he was surprised and very annoyed at first, but as the days passed by him and his incomplete team he figured that it would be the best to start anew

so he scouted three of the uncrowned kings and a 3rd-year student who basically was a future version of Kuroko

when the stage was set all he needed was for the main star to appear, so he sent you that letter where he invited you to watch the new team

as far as the confession goes...

Akashi is a very strategic person, so he’d most likely wait for his promise to come true (the promise of Rakuzan reaching greater heights) and then confess saying something like:

“See? I’ve kept my promise...now it’s your turn.”

#knb headcanons #knb x reader #akashi x reader #rakuzan x reader #knb fluff #━𝙺𝙽𝙱 #━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾

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shinsorokiri · 4 years

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UA Idol | Chapter Three

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 2,204

Warnings: Language, big anxiety

A/N: Chapter Three is up because my dumbass forgot to upload last week! So here’s some more. The “original song” is “Pantaloon” by Twenty One Pilots, so if you would like to listen to it, go ahead! I hope you enjoy and I promise I’ll stop forgetting to upload lmao.

UA Idol Masterlist

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You two are pulled aside and interviewed, in which Mina gives a short little excited burst of personality, and you’re there to make sure she doesn’t start shrieking again. It’s pretty endearing, it’s very obvious you two are best friends. After all of that is over with, the two of you are able to wander around, so Mina obviously drags you over to where Denki and purple boy were. They’re still there, and Mina makes it a point to shake the ticket in front of her friend’s face.

“No fucking way! You did it!” he yells, engulfing her in a hug. You don’t realize, but you and lilac man both cringe at their volume, but nevertheless you smile for your best friend. After all, this is a dream come true for her. You’re still in shock from your audition, so all you can think about is the pride and happiness you have for Mina in this moment. “Oh! My best friend and roomie made it to!” Mina squeals, grabbing your wrist and shaking your hand that’s holding the ticket for you. “Denki Kaminari, (Y/f/n), (Y/f/n), Denki Kaminari,” she says, motioning from him to you then you to him. “Hi there, cutie,” he says with a slight smirk and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Call me that again and it’ll be the last word you ever speak,” you say, and to your surprise, he laughs. “Damn, Mina, it’s like I’m looking at another Shinsou,” he says, and that’s when the lavender dude sighs. Ah. So, he’s-

“Mina Ashido, Hitoshi Shinsou. Hitoshi Shinsou, Mina Ashido. (Y/f/n), Hitoshi Shinsou, Hitoshi-”

“I got it,” you and Shinsou say simultaneously, with the same inflection in your voice and deadpan facial expression. That’s when you look at each other. And by that, I mean really look at each other, not just look at the other person when their eyes are focused on something else. And that’s when everything just kinda… stops for a few seconds. The only thing you can even focus on is him, and you can’t tear your eyes away from his, no matter how much you want to. Do you even want to? You don’t even know the man, and yet butterflies are erupting in your stomach and all feelings of unease leave your body. Of course, Mina and Denki don’t notice the cease in time or the feelings exploding in your body. You’re only forced back into reality when your best friend’s voice interrupts you. “Holy shit, they’re like clones of each other,” Mina mumbles, staring back and forth between you two. “The only difference is-”

“Contestants 14799 and 14800? Follow me, you’re on deck,” the same producer who grabbed you two away from them earlier comes and snatches them away from you. “Don’t go anywhere, Mina. If you’re cool with it, I kind of want to go to dinner to catch up after this, it’s been too long,” Denki says, and Shinsou raises his eyebrow at him. “What about me and (Y/n)? Are we supposed to tag along on your date?”

“Oh, honey, I’m gay as fuck. But Denki, I’m so down to catch up! I can’t believe we went a whole month without linking up. And I’m sure (Y/n) would be happy to come with. Especially if we go to her favorite restaurant which I just so happen to have a coupon for because I was gonna take her there to celebrate or mourn after the audition.”

“Awesome! You two stay right here, we’ll be back out!” Denki screams over his shoulder as Shinsou drags him away. “Seriously, Denki?”

“What? I want to talk to Mina again! She and I were literally the best pranksters of our little group in high school and it’s been like a month since we last caught up with each other,” Denki whines and Hitoshi sighs. “But why did you need to drag me into it?” he groans, and Denki smirks at him. “Oh please. Don’t pretend like I didn’t notice you eyeing up Mina’s friend.” “Choose your next words wisely.”

“Shin. Come on. You at least think she’s pretty since your eyes literally didn’t leave her the entire time she was by us. Give her a chance at least, maybe she’s the one,” Denki says, his joking demeanor gone away. Shinsou hesitates before speaking again, saying the thing he’s said to his overexcited blonde friend multiple times before. But this time, he doesn’t believe it as much. “I don’t have time for love, Denki. It’s time consuming and I need to spend my time on more important matters.”

“But she was really cute, right?”

“If you call her cute again, I will beat you up.”

“Why?”

“Because she was cute. And I don’t need you to make me think about it every five seconds because my brain is already doing that on its own,” Hitoshi mumbles, looking away from his friend who has a smug grin on his face. You were cute, so what? You were so cute that the world around him stopped functioning for a bit when you two made eye contact and all he could focus on was your eyes and how you made him feel like he was okay despite the fact that his anxiety was through the roof right now because of the situation he is in and all the people surrounding him at all sides because that’s normal. That’s normal, right? Please, assure him that it’s normal. “Hm. Have you thought about buying her dinner? That’ll send off the right message.”

“Shut. Up.”

“What’s up guys!” Shinsou and Denki’s conversation was cut short by Present Mic literally screaming at them. “Just getting pumped to do this!” Denki responds immediately, hopping up and down in place. “Alright! That’s what I like to hear! Now, who are you guys?”

“I’m Denki Kaminari and this beautiful bastard next to me is Hitoshi Shinsou,” Denki responds, finger-gunning over to Shinsou. Shinsou sighs but gives a genuine smile to Present Mic as he waves. “COOL! So, are you guys a duo?”

“No, we’re just here to support the other! My family doesn’t live around here and Shin’s… couldn’t make it!” Kaminari covers up for Shinsou, knowing that he just told the entire story of why his family couldn’t support him right now to the producers maybe thirty minutes ago. Shinsou silently thanks him for that, knowing he’d probably have to tell at least some of it again to the actual judges. “I love seeing y’all supporting each other like this! Makes me think of when I supported Aizawa the first time he ever actually performed instead of just sat on the sidelines watching someone else sing his song! Kaminari, you’re first, you ready?” “I was born ready.”

“HELL YEAH! Go on in!”

Hitoshi watches his best friend enter the room, his own nerves starting to kick in. Regardless of how he’s feeling, he listens as Denki belts out Kiwi. For someone who has the personality of a corroded triple AAA battery, his voice is really pleasing to the ear. Especially when he lays on the distortion but still somehow manages to hit high notes in his belting range. Honestly if anyone was born to be a rockstar, it was Denki Kaminari. Unsurprisingly, he comes out with a ticket, waving it around like the excited Pikachu he is. “I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it-”

“Okay I get it! You did it!” Hitoshi says, waving his fists in a little celebratory motion. He is genuinely smiling though. He’s happy for Denki. And then he realizes it’s his turn. “You got this, man! If I can do it, you definitely can!” Hitoshi gives him a small smile of appreciation before walking through the doors himself. This was... a lot. It was a lot. He stopped in the middle of the performing area and looked at the judges. “Hello, handsome.”

“Midnight. Please.”

“Never, Aizawa.”

“I’m sorry for her lack of professionalism. Hello, what’s your name, where are you from, and why are you here?” Aizawa completely ignores Midnight and Hitoshi clears his throat. “Hi, I’m Hitoshi Shinsou, I’m 22 years old, and I’m from Tokyo. I’m here because my roommate convinced me to audition with him, but I also just really love music and it would be pretty nice to have my mom see me performing.”

“Aw, a family man. How sweet,” Midnight says and Hitoshi shrugs. “It would just be nice for her to see it before she... you know.”

“Is she sick?” Hawks asks, a small frown on his face. Hitoshi nods. “Yeah, she is,” he says, and there’s a sympathetic look on all the judge’s faces. Goddamn empaths. “Well, hopefully she gets to see this! I’m sure you’ll do great,” Toshinori says, giving him a reassuring smile and thumbs up. “What will you be singing today?”

“Um, I was actually planning on singing an original? If that’s okay?”

“That’s more than okay! Go for it,” Midnight says, and Hitoshi makes his way over to the piano. “If you wouldn’t mind, could you tell us what it’s called?” Aizawa asks. “It’s called The Pantaloon,” Shinsou responds, placing his hands on the keys. He starts playing away, hoping that what he sings for them is good enough. He had to shorten the song a bit, but it’s still pretty wordy, so he’s worried they won’t like it that much. He also knows that his style and voice in general is a little different, so he hopes they don’t hate it.

“Your grandpa died when you were nine. They said he had lost his mind. You have learned way too soon You should never trust the pantaloon.

Now it's your turn to be alone. Find a wife and build yourself a home. You have learned way too soon That your dad is now the pantaloon.

You are tired, you are hurt. A moth ate through your favorite shirt. And all your friends fertilize The ground you walk, Lose your mind.

You like to sleep alone, It's colder than you know, 'Cause your skin is so Used to colder bones. It's warmer in the morning, Than what it is at night. Your bones are held together by your nightmare and your frights.

You are tired, you are hurt. A moth ate through your favorite shirt. And all your friends, they fertilize The ground you walk. So lose your mind.

You are tired, you are hurt. A moth ate through your favorite shirt. And all your friends, they fertilize The ground you walk. Lose your mind.”

It’s funny how when you do something well, you forget how it went. Hitoshi finishes out the song, playing the last chord, hoping it went well but not really knowing since he kinda... blacked out...? Not really, but he doesn’t remember how it all went, so he hopes it went well. “Wow,” Midnight’s voice pulls him out of his head, and he looks over at the judges. “Literally what the hell, he’s the second person who auditioned who is better than me!” Hawks basically yells, throwing his hands up, the pen he had resting in them flying up and then coming back down to hit him on the head. Hitoshi can’t even pay attention to the fact that Hawks just assaulted himself because I’m sorry, did he say better than him?? He has 10 Grammy’s what the fuck does he mean better than him??

“What are the odds two kids like them would audition not just in the same season but on the same day not even forty minutes after each other?” Toshinori says, awe evident on his face. “It’s certainly rare, I can tell you that. Especially when it comes to actual songwriting ability, which it’s evident they have,” Aizawa says, and Shinsou’s breathing literally stops. Aizawa Shouta is his literal idol. And he just complimented his songwriting skills? What? “Well, Shinsou. I think I can say with confidence this isn’t the last time your mom is going to see you perform,” Midnight says, and Shinsou smiles. This is crazy. “You’ve got a future in the business kid, even if you don’t win, I see you in the top two with the other singer-songwriter we saw today. Easily,” Aizawa says, and Shinsou literally cannot believe what he is hearing. “Really?” he asks, disbelief in his voice. “Yes! Of course, after a performance like that in a room like this with a song like that, of course you’ll make it far in the competition! I’d bet you even make it to the top two with it!” Toshinori basically yells, and Shinsou scratches the back of his neck, letting out a flattered chuckle. “Thanks… thank you,” he says, and Aizawa picks up one of the tickets. “I’m just going to give this to you. I think we all agree that you’re a yes.”

Hitoshi goes and takes the ticket, thanking them again and again before walking back out the doors. He shows Kaminari the ticket, and Kaminari literally screams in his face. Full on shouts. “I FUCKING KNEW YOU COULD DO IT BRO!”

“Could you please be quiet? For once in your life? Just shh?”

#shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero x reader #shinsou #hitoshi shinsou #shinso #hitoshi shinso #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #anime

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scandeniall · 4 years

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mirrors for friends //ch.5

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notes *this is the version of the song they cover

chapter 5: We drive, We Film

The music is blaring when Atsumu pulls up. He's bobbing his head along to the guitar, hardly sparing you a glance as you slide into the passenger seat. Despite that, you offer a quick greeting as the car speeds off before you even finish putting your seatbelt on. You nod along to the familiar song as the two of you shoot through the street,

“And I don't care if you're sick, I don't care if you're contagious,” you begin Atsumu chiming in matching your pitch.

“I would kiss you even if you were dead” “Would somebody make me go blind for the rest of my life, cause I’d do anything to hold your hand.”

You find your hand hanging out the window as you two sing along to the rest of the song. Once it ends, Atsumu lowers the volume, enough to have a conversation. “I see ya changed from a sweaty slob and are now looking better.” You roll your eyes at the bassist, and had he not been driving you probably would’ve resorted to slapping the back of his head. “Why do I willingly hang out with you. And, where are we going anyways?” You question, remembering your promise to Iwaizumi

You ignore his comment about you clearly not having any other friends as you send a message to Iwaizumi confirming your location. You let out a little laugh at Iwaizumi’s complaint about the blonde always running his plans, before locking your phone. “Who ya texting?” Atsumu takes his first real look at you for the night as he slows at the red light. “Iwa, just telling him if I die tonight it's all your fault.Your driving fucking sucks” You follow up the sentence flicking off your friend who looks unbothered.

“Speaking of our dear Iwa, you know something that me and Kuroo don't.” Your eyes widen just the tiniest bit as he grants you a knowing smirk. “But I’ll let that go for now. How's the tattoo healing?” Just like that Atsumu’s voice shifts into a more serious tone and you groan loudly. You instantly catch on to the real meaning of the question. How are you doing? “Not you too”.

“C’mon, I’m just checking on ya (Y/N). Making sure you’re ok. Took me a minute but then I remembered you showed me the picture a few months ago.” His gaze focuses back on the road giving you at least the relief from his stare down. “First Iwa, now you. And I know Kuroo is gonna pick my brain the second he gets the chance,” your words come out in a huff of annoyance. “What can we say, we care about ya. The band would flop without our front man.” His tease is enough to lighten the tension that began to grow as you rolled your eyes again. “Our combined hotness would drop by like 90% without me.”

“More like 5%” He could only laugh as you promptly told him to go to hell, as you turned the music back up some. The rest of the drive was void of any conversation. The only noises coming from the radio and any time either of you would sing along to what was playing out. Atsumu would only shoot you annoyed looks, whenever you’d skip one of the songs he had to which you'd just shrug without a care.

“Hey Samu.” You and Atsumu spoke at the same time as you slid into the booth. “What are you two sharing a single brain cell now?” Your look of disgust is enough to cause the gray haired twin to laugh. “The only thing I’d ever share with Atsumu is my foot up his ass.”

“That’s a real cute way of saying you’re the dumb one of us.” The blonde catches the wrist of your arm that aims a punch at his shoulder easily. “Take you and your shitty dye job over there next to your brother,” you mutter pushing your bandmate out of the booth next to you. He obliges, moving so that him and Osamu are both sitting across from you.

“Now Tsumu’s stupidity is gonna seep into my head.”

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“Hello boys, and piss head,” you greet cheerily as you enter the unlocked door of Iwaizumi’s place. You shift the drink carrier in your hand as you remove your bag, lightly placing it on the floor. The owner only raises his eyebrows at you while your guitarist just laughs.”What’d he do now,” You make your rounds handing off the coffee drinks you’d bought for your bandmates. You stop by Iwaizumi first who accepts it with a grateful smile. Next is Kuroo, who raises the cup in thanks. “Every time I hang out with him, I wonder why I do. He sucks,” you speak before handing Atsumu his drink. “Osamu really is the better twin, not by much though.”

“You claim to hate me, yet you bring me food. Thanks mom,” the bassist mocks. You mutter something about it being the only thing that gets him to shut up before shifting your attention towards Kuroo. “Hey, can you go get our instruments, couldn’t hold them cause of the drinks.” He only nods, you asking him to please lock your door after.

“We’re filming that song today right?” You nod at Atsumu’s question. While he goes back to typing away on his phone you settle onto the couch next to Iwaizumi. He looks at you and you raise your eyebrows in excitement. He shoots you a small smile and a thumbs up, and you struggle to contain your excitement. You shoot him a knowing look that the two of you have to talk later as Kuroo enters carrying both your guitar cases. “Bring my drink down would you,” is the only thing he says before making his way towards the basement. The three of you wordlessly follow.

“Why are we doing this song again,”

“Come on old man, it’ll be fun, plus our dear (Y/N) gets to show off that growl today. Doesn't happen very much,” Kuroo smirks at Iwaizumi, shooting you a quick look from where you are tuning your guitar. “Plus, the viewers wanted us to do Gaga.”

“Oh, you're just happy ya get to be heard more with this song,” Atsumu chimes in before fiddling with his bass. “Maybe,” is Kuroos response as he sits on a stool to tune his own instrument. “Besides, Judas is a pretty badass song. And our arrangement is pretty sick.” Iwaizumi can’t help but agree with you, opting to get the video equipment set up. After he finished you all ran through the song a few times before you were ready to go.

“Hey guys, we’re Mirrors For Friends,” the four of you said in unison. Before introducing yourselves as individuals. “So, you guys asked, and we answered. You all wanted us to do Lady Gaga so bad,” Kuroo started before pausing for his self-proclaimed dramatic effect. “So, Judas here we are.”

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“Judas- Gaga” You practically screamed out the last words of the songs, before bursting out into laughter. The entirety of the song both Kuroo and Atsumu were making ridiculous facial expressions at one another, and with you being in the middle of the two, you saw it all. That, paired with post singing adrenaline and the fact that you all were even singing it in the first place seemed absolutely comical You had been so caught in laughter that you didn’t even notice Iwaizumi come up from behind his drums to nudge at camera perched on the tripod in front of you.

“Fuck- do you guys see what I have to go through with these guys. Iwa is the only normal one,” you joked out after your laughter died down. You ignored the said members exclamations about not being that bad. “Alright that's it for us today, we hope you enjoyed, and we’ll see you when we see you.” You stuck up a peace sign heading towards the camera and picking it up. “Say bye you idiots.

You first pointed the camera at Kuroo who was the closest to you. “I feel like (Y/N) is catching my double chin at this angle. Stream our songs and we love you.” With that Kuroo just walked off the frame, and you turned towards Atsumu. “Say bye to the video fake blondie.”

“I just want to say that I’m the hottest member of the band and-hey” Atsumu exclaimed as you just cut his segment short, before walking to Iwaizumi.

“You know the drill Iwa. Your turn” This time you moved the camera up and down as if you were giving the audience a chance to check him out. “Now this is the real hottest member of this band,” you teased before aimling back towards his face. You stifled your laugh at Atsumu and Kuroo in the background yelling for him to take his shirt off. “I hate this band. See you all in the next video.” With your drummers closing you stopped the recording before letting out a sigh of relief.

“Well that was exhausting,” you automatically made your way to the couch where you had your laptop resting. “I can probably get this edited and uploaded by tomorrow guys.” You felt the couch dip next to you and the voice of the band’s guitarist. “I can do it. I know it's been an interesting week for you,” he gestures towards your ribcage, where your new tattoo rests under your tshirt. The tone of his voice lets you know there’s no point in countering. When Iwaizumi gets into his band labeled ‘dad’ mode, you won't win. “You're acting as if I have a choice,” you huff handing him the camera’s memory card.

“Shit- guys, I gotta go. I forgot the team got a last-minute practice match with another school,” Atsumu’s panicked voice cut through the room. “Were done here right?” He looked between the three of you sighing in relief as he quickly started putting up his instrument. “Hey, don’t forget next week we’re at Bauhaus.” He only nodded mindlessly, before making his way to the stairs, before stopping halfway. “That's the 3rd, right?”

Kuroo’s thumbs out caused him to practically run up the stairs and out the door. Once the bassist leaves, he plopped himself next to you on the other side of the couch. “So lovely band members of mine, what secret are you two keeping from me and Tsumu.”

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a/n: yall know that one tiktok audio from what bgc? wheres like awkwardly quiet then its like “hey guys”--- thats how I feel after coming back to this fic after a month. But yeah life and then more LIFE. So with that, sorry this chapter is kinda awkward writing bc i literally havent written for this in that month at all. Anyways, now that we’ve gotten our band dynamics established we are kicking off the real plot starting next chapter. I still don’t know which boy to do so pls help a loser out. I think I’m gonna take out the possibility of Iwa though ????

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #atsumu x reader #mirrors for friends #kuroo x reader

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propertyofnikkisthighs · 5 years

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Afraid Ch 9

Sorry for the long breaks between uploads guys. It’s overtime season at work and I’ve been pulling 60-70 hour weeks so I haven’t had much time to write. Also sorry this chapter is short, but I already have the next chapter outlined and prepared.

Warnings: Smuttt

“Babe you haven’t said anything most of the drive. Are you okay?” Nikki asked concern heavy in his voice. He took my hand in his on my thigh and rubbed light circles with his thumb.

“Just still not sure how to feel about all of this honestly. I just didn’t picture this is what we would be doing on our short time back to L.A.” I offered a small smile to hopefully reassure him, but he didn’t seem convinced.

“Hey we’ll figure it out. Don’t be so down, we get to see our son today.” Nikki broke into a smile that nearly split his face in half.

“There is no way for you to know we are having a boy” I chuckled out. He had been calling the baby a boy and our son since the positive pregnancy test confirmed what I already had felt was the case.

“Call it my father’s intuition kicking in early” He smirked pulling into the parking lot of the doctor’s office. “I know we won’t have confirmation on the sex for a few months, but I just have a feeling.”

“Yeah well if we have a girl not only will I laugh because you’re wrong, I will also laugh because that would be your karma.”

The room at the doctor’s office was just cold. That’s what I kept telling myself at least to explain why my hands were shaking. I felt a nudge to my shoulder and looked to see Nikki pulling my hands apart from their death grip on each other. Nikki squeezed my hand in his and brought it up to his lips pressing a soft kiss to my wrist. I slowly let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding just as the doctor made her way into the room.

“Hello, you must be the Sixx’s. I’m Dr. Ferrell.” The older woman smiled the lines near her eyes crinkling as she did so and I instantly felt more comfortable.

“Oh Sixx isn’t my last name” I corrected noticing a distinct eye roll from my side.

“I’m sorry for assuming. When was your last period?”

“A little over a month ago. I should’ve had my period two weeks ago”

“Alright, well let’s lay back and see if we can locate this little sucker in that belly of yours” She began to prepare the materials for the ultrasound. I leaned back against the table and lifted my shirt up so she could apply the gel to my stomach. I hissed at the cold feeling of the gel at my stomach and my hand found Nikki’s once again as the anxiety of what was happening hit my body like a freight train.

“You ready?” She asked with a kind smile.

“As ready as I’ll ever be” I nervously chuckled.

That was when I heard it. The whooshing that quickly changed into a thumping. Our baby’s heartbeat rang through the room and every other noise was blocked out.

“Babe? Babe are you okay? You’re crying?” Nikki’s swiping the tears from my cheeks and looking at me with so much concern it only seems to cause more tears to fall.

“I’m just so happy and scared” I finally sigh out earning a small chuckle from the doctor.

“As I thought you’re about five weeks pregnant.”

Five weeks? What happened five weeks ago that caused them to slip up in protection? That’s when it hit me, the night I wore that damn school girl outfit that Sam made me buy.

This is so stupid, I thought, it’s three in the morning and you’re sitting here in a tiny skirt instead of sleeping. I was waiting on Nikki to get back from the strip club he had gone to with Tommy and Vince and had been silly enough to put the school girl outfit on to surprise him. He probably wouldn’t even care about the little outfit after being surrounded by half naked beautiful women. I pushed my anxieties down and flipped the channels on the T.V for the millionth time. I must have fallen asleep because I came to at the sound of Tommy’s boistruous laugh and a “See you at the studio” from Nikki. I smoothed the outfit out and propped myself with my legs tucked under me leaning slightly against the headboard. Nikki’s boot came flying into the room with the second not far behind and I stifled a giggle at him kicking the shoes off so aggressively. Nikki came into view and stopped in his tracks his small smile dropping open as he took in the sight of me.

“Hey” I smirked instantly feeling more confident.

Nikki didn’t respond and slowly made his way to me. My smirk faltered confused by his actions and lack of response until he ever carefully reached out and touched the skin of my thigh between the tiny skirt and my stockings. That was when the gentleness ended. I let out a small yelp as Nikki pulls my legs out from under me and drags me toward him before crashing our lips together harshly. Warm arousal settles in between my legs as Nikki nudges them apart to better position himself there. I whimper when he bites my lip roughly and work on trying to unlace his leather pants, but he tugs my hair pulling my head back to look up at him.

“Don’t.” It’s a command that I know I should obey, but the desire to see what he’ll do if I don’t listen outweighs and I continue my work on his pants with a playful smile.

“I said not to do that.” he tugs my hair harder.

“Make me stop” I challenge.

I’m on my knees again as Nikki’s hand comes down giving my ass a hard smack. I grip the sheets and whine as he delivers another smack and I feel the wetness ever increasing in the thong I am wearing.

“Such a fucking brat making Daddy punish you like this” He growls spanking me again. “When I tell you not to fucking do something you listen.”

I can’t respond outside of a moan as he rubs his hand over the red mark I’m sure that’s grown there and then slides two fingers to rub against my clit.

“So fucking wet already” He spanks me one more time for good measure before flipping me on my back again.

He spreads my legs and digs his teeth into the flesh of my right thigh. My eyes screw shut as my back arches pleading for him to touch me where I need it most. The sound of tearing fabric makes me open my eyes again and I see Nikki ripping the second side of my thong before tossing them to the side. Placing his hands on the sides of my thighs he dives in licking my clit and my head is once again thrown back in pleasure. Nikki inserts two fingers and I try to buck my hips in time with his movements but he holds me in place with his free hand. I feel the familiar build up in my lower abdomen and I tangle my hands in his hair when he suddenly pulls away and bites my thigh again.

“You get to cum when I say you can cum” He growls against my thigh. He’s standing and unlacing his pants while I scramble to flip back over onto my knees for him.

He grabs a fistful of my hair before entering me all the way to the hilt not sparing me any time to adjust before he’s pulling all the way out and entering me fully again. My eyes water from both the force of his thrusting and the pulling of my hair and I’m reduced to a whimpering mess. My hands fist the sheets to try to leverage myself as Nikki roughly snaps his hips against mine. I feel his teeth sink into my shoulder and I cry out his name as the sensation of both the pleasure and pain overwhelm me. His free hand snakes around to rub my clit in small circles while still keeping his unrelenting pace and I feel the orgasm building in me once again.

“God you’re so fucking hot like this” He pants against the shell of my ear.

“I want you to cum in me” I cry out.

It’s enough to push him over the edge and the warmth of him releasing inside me sends me into my own orgasm.

“We have to tell them.” I sighed brushing Nikki’s hair out of his face. He was laying with his head against my stomach and pressing kisses there. He was always touching my stomach and kissing it despite it being so early in the pregnancy. He said he didn’t want our son to ever not feel love from both of his parents for a second and who was I to argue with that?

“I just like that this is our secret right now.” He shrugged.

“Okay well you guys have almost finished the album and we head back to L.A. in a month and then you guys will be planning a tour and will all be busy so we need to do it soon.” I wouldn’t tell him to his face, but I liked that nobody else knew just yet as well.

“Ugh. I know I know you’re right.” He groaned. “Why don’t we all go to dinner tonight and we can tell them then?”

“That’s a good idea just please no breakfast places. Bacon still turns my stomach” I cringed.

“I’ll go to their rooms now and let them know” He gave me a soft kiss before heading out of the hotel room.

The back room of the restaurant that the boys chose was luckily closed off from the rest of the patrons there. I sighed and shook my head as Vince and Tommy spoke loudly about how they couldn’t wait to get home and the dirty things they were going to do to their wives. Looking at Mick for some sort of relief he just shook his head and sipped on his soda. We were the only two that hadn’t gotten wine, which was another reason the boys had zero filters, and the only two with any sense of shame.

“Yeah dude that’s why it’s so great how short Heather is so I can pretty much walk around and bounce her on my dick.” Tommy snorted shoveling more pasta into his mouth.

“Man Sharise can ride me for so long thanks to the mud wrestling shit she used to do” Vince snickered.

“Hey Nikki maybe you should make that announcement you wanted to make” Mick finally spoke up and I sent him a silent ‘thank you’ with my eyes.

“Oh yeah I almost forgot” He stood quickly grabbing the boys’ attention. “So (y/n) and I have some news. We’re having a baby.”

The boys reacted about how I expected. Vince went on about how Sharise and Skylar were going to be so excited to have playdates, Mick clapped Nikki on the shoulder and grumbled a ‘congrats’, and Tommy hugged us both so tight we thought we might break something. The ride back to the hotel was spent discussing the album and upcoming tour and thankfully not about the wives waiting back home.

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tiaragqueen · 5 years

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Hello there! Could you write an obsessive yandere jungkook (who has an oppa kink) stalking his mechanic crush (that’s younger than him) and wondering what she keeps her so busy whenever he asks to hang out with her and come to find out, she turns out to be a yandere too after placing tracking devices in the majority of his posessions? This doesn’t make any sense tbh T^T

Hidden Blessing

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Jeon Jeongguk x Yandere! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,7k+

✂ Trigger Warning: Obsessiveness, toxic relationship, stalking, reader being a yandere for the first time

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

Donot re-upload my writing to another website or use it without mypermission.

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Yandere reader, huh? I’ve certainly never tried this before, but I do think about it once in a while. And also, I don’t know much about mechanical stuffs. So, pardon me if this came out strange and Jungkook wasn’t obsessive enough. I feel a bit tired recently.

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“I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I’d love you to love me. I’m beggin’ you to beg me.” – I Want You To Want Me [Cheap Trick]

[11.25 am] Jungkook: Hi, wanna hang out today? :)

Seen.

[12.10 pm] You: Hey~! Sorry, oppa. I’m busy today. Maybe tomorrow??

Seen.

[12.11 pm] Jungkook: Oh, okay then. Don’t forget to text me, kay? ;)

Seen.

Declined. Again.

Jungkook sucked a breath through his gritted teeth and threw the device in frustration. On to the bed, of course, because he couldn’t afford to break his precious phone. It was the only way he could contact you outside the campus, being a broke college student he was.

It was a hassle, having to text you first just to hang out together. Sometimes he wished he was more than a senior to you – more than someone you occasionally met in a passing – so he could freely visit you anytime he wanted.

But you never thought of him that way, did you?

Sighing, Jungkook plopped on the edge of the bed and rested his forehead against his palms. The urge to ‘claim’ you had never been this strong ever since you started declining his invitations. Jungkook didn’t understand what went on in your life until you couldn’t possibly spare an hour or so to hang out together. Yeah, everyone had their own businesses to deal with, but surely it wouldn’t hurt to spend a bit more time for him? He never asked much besides your company, and now you were too ‘busy’ to do that.

Or maybe he could come to your apartment and pretended to help you with whatever you were working on…?

No, he shook his head. That would be rude of him to show up in your doorstep unannounced. He should’ve waited a little longer. Didn’t you tell him that you would text him again tomorrow? Well, you didn’t since you only saw his message, but that counted as one right?

God, how did a simple hangout could be this complicated? Why couldn’t you just agree to his fucking invitation? Didn’t you know that he couldn’t be away from you for too long?

Jungkook simpered bitterly. Of course, you didn’t. You were too busy to notice that, anyway.

Well, there was no need to stress himself even more. You already promised him that you would hang out tomorrow, and Jungkook planned on keeping that promise.

Tomorrow…

In less than twenty-four hours, he would be able to be with you. Laughing, chatting, eating, touching. All the affectionate things that only lovers could do.

Lovers, not friends.

Boyfriend, not senior.

Jungkook grinned giddily and rested his head on the pillow. Staring up the plain ceiling, he imagined you laying on top of him with that angelic smile of yours. Your hand stroked his cheek tenderly, [e/c] eyes admiring the dark constellation that scattered around his face as he did yours. Then, after you finished marveling at each other, you would slowly lean down. Jungkook closed his eyes, pressing himself further into the bed.

However, instead of the kiss that would take his breath away or make him see the stars, only cold air greeted his lonely lips.

Fluttering his eyes open, Jungkook sighed in disappointment.

When would the day come until those imaginations materialize right in front of his sight like he always dreamed of?

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You didn’t text.

Jungkook had waited and waited, since this morning, for the anticipated message. Permission from you. However, even after the hours fleeted to noon, his phone still showed your selfie that he secretly saved as his lock screen a few days ago.

Did you forget about your promise? Did you forget about him already? No, you didn’t. You must be doing something and you probably were waiting for the right time to text him.

No, he refused to believe that you forgot about your promise or him. You weren’t that cruel, right?

Then, why did you still haven’t send him a single message? It didn’t matter if it was a curt ‘yes’, Jungkook would still be happy. But apparently, you opted to ignore him instead.

Maybe you didn’t care about him as much as he liked to believe. Maybe it was all just his imagination, yet again. Maybe he had tricked himself into thinking that you cared about him.

Maybe you had been leading him on all along, and he was just too stupid to realize it now.

Gritting his teeth, Jungkook thrashed his room like a madman on the loose. After all the things he had done to gain your attention, after all the money he had spent for you to the point of near poverty, you had the guts to lead him on? What kind of a man did you take him for?!

You were a brave one, he admitted. No, not brave. Bold would be a perfect word to describe your attitude. Jungkook might have fallen head over heels to you, but it didn’t mean he would let himself be made a fool. Especially to some weak, lovely woman.

A glint in the upper corner of his closet caught his attention. It was tiny enough that he would have missed it, but somehow, his senses increased during his mini rampage. Perhaps, it was a sign from the above that his current situation wasn’t a predicament at all. Either way, Jungkook was glad that he noticed that alien thing.

Because he soon discovered that it was, in fact, a camera. And the flickering light indicated that it was on and recording.

Jungkook inspected its shiny appearance, face stony. It seemed brand new, from the looks of it. He was entirely clueless about that fact, but he knew that he should do the thing he had been procrastinating until now.

Cleaning.

Grabbing the cleaning equipment, Jungkook began to clear up the mess that littered around his room whilst searching for other hidden cameras. He found many tracking devices concealed in his bags, hoodies, the back pockets of his pants, and snapbacks. Dark was certainly Jungkook’s favorite color, thus camouflaging those devices that were also dark in color. They were active, as seen from the red lights that flickered intermittently. Aside from that, the stalker must have known that he tended to be careless.

But the question was, who would stalk him? There was nothing remarkable from him. Sure, he had a handsome, boyish face and bunny-like teeth that many people found a charm in. However, he wasn’t the only person who possessed such features. His grades weren’t high enough to attract attention, too. Average enough to pass the tests, yet not enough to be the top-third.

All in all, Jungkook was a normal college student that liked to procrastinate and played video games until late at night. Oh, and a normal guy that had a seemingly unrequited ‘crush’ on his junior.

“I want to be an artisan someday. I just like creating things, you know? Especially electronics devices, such as cameras and the like…”

You. You were his stalker. Oh God, how did this happen? Since when have you been stalking him? He thought you weren’t interested in him. And how did you manage to slip those–

“Glad to know that I’m not the only messy one here, Oppa. Don’t worry, I won’t judge!”

Jungkook’s tensed shoulders slowly slackened as the epiphany dawned on him.

“[Name], I’m gonna go to the bathroom for a bit.”

“Sure! I’ll look around in the meantime. Don’t pee on the floor, ‘kay?”

Happiness erupted within his swelling chest and manifested itself with a smile that became wider in each second. Jungkook didn’t know why he felt this way when he was supposed to be creeped out at the fact that you had stalked him for a month now. But one thing for sure was that his feelings and efforts weren’t waste in vain. In fact, you had been secretly reciprocating them by ‘keeping an eye’ on him.

You had been appointing yourself as his bodyguard, and Jungkook couldn’t be any happier.

What did he do to deserve such an attentive woman like you? He felt like the luckiest guy in the world, even though you both had yet to get married.

But there was no need to rush, now that he knew about your love for him. Jungkook always noticed that despite your playful attitude, you had a difficulty in expressing true feelings. And while he was a little disappointed that he only realized them just a few seconds ago, he understood and appreciated your efforts. Little things were what he cherished the most, although he certainly wouldn’t mind if you showed more forthright and grand gestures.

Whatever suited you better; Jungkook already accepted you as a whole, anyway.

The screen of his phone suddenly lit up, displaying the very name he had been waiting to see. Swiping the green button upwards, he put the phone near his ear.

“Hello?”

“Oppa! Oh, God. I’m so sorry I forgot to text you!” Your frantic, yet heavenly voice filled his hearing. “I was so busy watching and–”

“I know,” Jungkook beamed, gazing out of the window. The sky was cloudy, and there were already several drops of water against the windowpane. Yet, an inexplicable warmth filled his heart as he listened to your sputtering across the call. “You were watching me, weren’t you?”

“W-what? Of course not! What are you talking about, Oppa?” you tittered and tried to cover up the truth, but Jungkook knew better. Besides, you weren’t very good at lying, anyway.

“Don’t worry, I won’t judge.” He used your own words to see if you were able to catch the hint. “Glad to know that I’m not the only one who works hard here. Thank you, by the way. I was surprised to see that camera inside my closet.”

“Oppa, can we go out?”

You sounded weary, and Jungkook didn’t like it. Not one bit. So, to cheer you up, he decided to say the sentence that you probably wanted him to say.

The three words that he had been yearning to say.

The three words that would change your lives drastically, either for the best or the worst.

For other people, it would certainly be the worst. But for him, it would be best. Because life with you was heaven in itself.

“I love you.”

There was a momentary silence before you replied in a soft voice. The kind of voice whose speaker had already surrendered to their fate, yet couldn’t have it any other way.

Because this was for the better.

“I love you too, Oppa.”

Satisfaction colored the happiness in his smile as he realized that hidden blessings existed in every kind of predicament. He just needed to look deeper and be patient.

For he would reap what he sow.

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nipuni · 6 years

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A compilation of replies because I’m slow and keep accumulating them and it got out of hand yet again 😆

Anonymous said: How did you come up with Nalia’s name? I thought it was a play on your own name at first lol

It absolutely was! It is a shorter version 👍

Anonymous said: Hi! So I’ve always been curious about this but how does one make a mod? Like what’s the process like??

Hello! you extract the files from the game, modify them, then import them back in and compile them, of course there is a lot more to each of those steps, here are some tutorials and guides and resources for various kinds of mods! x x x x x x x x

Anonymous said: Would you do hair mod commissions if someone was interested or do you just prefer drawing commissions? Asking because i would be interested when i get my new laptop (dai high def woot)

Hello! I wouldn’t know how to price them since they take such a long time to make compared to drawings and the difficulty varies wildly so I’m not sure if it would be viable! I would need a lot more practice 😅 maybe something to consider in the future! also congrats on the new computer!! dai is so gorgeous on the highest settings ;; 💕

Anonymous said: What country are you from? 🤔

Argentina ✌️

Anonymous said: Just curious since I don’t know much about modding. Does Nalia’s bob recolor?? And could it be for male elves? It’s really cute!

Thank you!! and yes it recolors, the mod is a mesh, a modification of the shape of the hair model, it does not change the textures. Right now it is only available for female elves! I may look into porting it to others at some point when I have some time 😊👍

@chibiwing said: saw your latest bob mod and stuff; have you looked into snagging hairs from Final Fantasy 14? The modding scene has exploded over the past year and the assets of the game are more readily accessible than ever now! Plus the imported hairs from other games that people have given proper textures and stuff. Let me know if you want the info to get into our things!

Hello! OH I used to play FFXIV I love the game! I also saw some great mods for it lately, sadly you can’t import a new model to replace a DAI model for some reason, at least not using DAI mod maker, I’m not sure about Frosty since I haven’t tried it yet, but there is a ton of limitations, the number of triangles needs to be the same and stuff, I’m not sure if it is a thing with Frostbite or the compilers 😩 I haven’t looked much into it to be honest, but thank you for the offer!! 🤗

@val-rampage said: Sorry to bother you, I wanted to ask when you planned another batch of commissions ^^ I finally managed to save enough for something huge <3 (and sorry for my English too, haha)

Hello! it is no bother! I am not sure yet! I would like to finish with this month’s patreon rewards before I take on more projects ;; but I’ll let you know in advance when I’m planning to open, no worries! also thank you so much I’m honoured ;; !! ❤️❤️❤️

Anonymous said: did you ever flesh out your male!lavellan from a while ago? I would love to hear more about him (despite the fact that I love nalia so)

I didn’t, I’m so sorry!! I completely forgot about him 😆 he was cute ;; I should continue his playthrough!! I’m terrble at making characters I swear, I did make new playthroughs since then for other characters though, I made an old male elf keeper and an Inquisitor Solas! but I’m biased towards female protagonists it seems 😖 wait, I could make Nuven! and Nalia’s mom! I’ve also always wanted to make a female Cadash playthrough, I really love dwarven lore in this game 😍 but thank you so much, I’m happy you like Nalia!!

Anonymous said: Hi there! First off, I love your stuff and your DAI mods. Which I recently remembered as I was making Solas in the Sims 4 and was wishing he would look as awesome as he does with your complexion mod. If you don't mind could I try (big try) to convert it to the Sims 4? Unless you are willing to convert it for me (which I don't expect but throwing it out there since hey, you the awesome artist.)

Thank you so much!! ❤️ Oh that would be cool!! I don’t think the UV coordinates would match up so it would need adjusting but I could give you the textures? maybe overlaying it on one of the Sims textures and adjusting them to match would do the trick if you can’t get the wireframe version of the map, I don’t remember much about Sims modding but it was my favourite thing as a teen ;; haha, let me know which one of the textures you would like and which maps to include and I can upload them somewhere for you to download the full size! 😊👍

I’ll grab a few more asks later or this post will get too long!! 😅

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thelawsofdaylight · 7 years

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There’s Snow Day Like Today

A/N: Okay, so I gave in and wrote another installment of the exr parent verse that I started writing in a while ago. This is based on the snowfall currently being experienced in my part of England and it is very very very fluffy. The first part of the parent verse can be found here, and both parts have also been uploaded to AO3 to make for easier reading.

There’s no feeling that can quite compare to the compelling mixture of annoyance and affection that one feels when woken up by their over-excited daughter chanting “Snow day! Snow day! Snow day!” at the top of her small five-year old lungs- all before eight in the morning.

“Laurie, please, inside voices.” Enjolras says, sitting up and reaching for his glasses. Laurie obeys quietly, perching on the edge of the bed she’d been jumping on not a moment before.

“It’s a snow day.” She informs him promptly. “I heard the radio man say it.”

Enjolras blinks, his eyes following where Laurie is gesturing excitedly to the window. Sure enough, there is snow falling at an almost alarming rate, the ground already covered with a thick layer.

It’s February.

“Well then,” Enjolras says, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, “I guess-”

He’s interrupted by the insistent buzzing of his phone on the bedside table. Frowning when he sees Grantaire’s caller ID- why is Grantaire calling him?- he picks up on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Enjolras, dude, please tell me you’ve looked out of the window today.”

“I have.” Enjolras informs him dryly. Grantaire sounds almost as excited as Laurie does.

“You know what that means?”

“Snow day?” Enjolras guesses. Beside him, Laurie perks up, and Enjolras can’t quite repress the smile that fights its way onto his face.

“Snow day!” Grantaire confirms victoriously. “Me and Sarah were heading out to Mercers with the sleigh, we wondered if you guys would be interested in joining us. If you don’t already have plans that is.”

Mercers is the large field in their town, complete with a few minor hills and bumps that makes it the perfect area for sledding. Enjolras glances at Laurie, who is looking up at him with big, wide eyes.

Covering the receiver with one hand, Enjolras bends down to ask, “Would you like us to go and play with Sarah in the snow?” Laurie is nodding her head frantically before he’s fully finished the question, so it’s without hesitancy that he relays this back to Grantaire.

“Great!” says Grantaire chirpily. “I’ll see you there in about an hour?”

“Sounds good.”

“Awesome, see you then.”

The receiver clicks off and Enjolras still hasn’t stopped smiling.

As the friendship between Laurie and Sarah has grown, so has the relationship between him and Grantaire. It’s sort of inevitable, really, that Enjolras would end up spending so much time with Grantaire after their daughters became best friends. He’s happy that Laurie settled into school well and it’s been so much of a relief to have connections to someone who is also a first time single parent- his other friends help him as best they can, but Grantaire knows what it’s like, he’s experiencing it alongside Enjolras. And that, if nothing else, has made them a regular feature in each other’s lives.

“We have to dress up really warm to be able to go out in the snow, okay?” He tells Laurie, aiming for serious. Either he misses by a mile, or Laurie is just too focused on the upcoming snow day that she’s not paying full attention, for she simply squeals and does a jumping movement. Enjolras laughs- he can’t help it, she’s adorable.

“Go on, get dressed.” He smiles and Laurie bounces away happily, practically floating with excitement.

Longsworth hasn’t had more than 5cm of snow in ten years. This fact is reflected in the way almost every person in the town has flocked to Mercers Field with their sleds and snow gear. The field is a blur of white, snow being hurled in every direction by toddlers, teenagers, middle-aged parents, and even a few members of the elderly. Enjolras carefully maneuvers their sleigh around the outskirts of the many snowball fights taking place, Laurie sat in the back clapping her hands together like Christmas has come early (which again, it’s February, Christmas isn’t for another ten months.)

He spots Grantaire and Sarah in a relatively secluded corner of the field, halfway through building a snowman. Laurie points over to them and Enjolras heaves the sled in that direction, waving as Grantaire notices them approaching.

Laurie is wearing her white snowsuit, dotted with tiny penguins and mittens to match. Sarah has a hat shaped like a penguin which she proudly shows to Laurie once they get closer. Grantaire smiles at Enjolras, clasping his hand in greeting before using it to scoop up more snow for their snowman. The gesture leaves Enjolras feeling warm, despite the minus degree temperature.

“That’s a nice snowman.” Enjolras says, directing his words at Sarah.

Sarah, who shakes her head as if he’s made a very silly mistake, “It’s a snowlady, Mr ‘Jolras.”

Grantaire smirks. Enjolras’ face heats up, “Of course. She’s a very pretty snowlady.”

“Thank you.” Sarah says promptly, smiling at him and then beaming up at Grantaire, who laughs.

“She’s taken us half an hour to build already, but this one,” he says, jerking his thumb at Sarah, “won’t let us leave until she’s perfect.”

“She hasn’t even got a nose!” Sarah complains, jabbing at Grantaire’s foot.

“We forgot to bring a carrot.” Grantaire whispers conspiratorially to Enjolras.

Laurie perks up immediately, “We brought a carrot!” she exclaims, rooting around in the bag left in their sled for the carrot that Enjolras is now extremely glad they had the foresight to bring. “Here!” she pronounces greatly, holding it out to Sarah, who looks as if she’s been given the world. Enjolras can’t help but laugh, the feeling only intensified when Grantaire joins in.

The snowlady is complete within the hour, complete with snow-hair and snow-glasses to match Sarah’s own. Before leaving, they take pictures with her; first just the two girls, and then an attempted selfie with all four of them, taken clumsily on Grantaire’s android phone. Enjolras finds himself already looking forward to framing them.

After the snowlady, Laurie and Sarah take it in turns being pulled on the sled, up down, and around the hills that dot the field. The combined sound of their laughter filling the air is enough to keep the smile on Enjolras’ face- and on Grantaire’s too, if the grin he always seems to be wearing when they catch each other’s eyes is any indication.

Before long, however, the snow day progresses as it always does; by the end of a few hours all four of them have snow filled boots and are practically turning into icicles where they stand. Despite this, both girls seem reluctant to leave the snow behind, and it’s only with the promise of hot chocolate that Grantaire eventually coaxes them into leaving.

“What?” Grantaire asks when he notices Enjolras staring. “My place is closer anyway, and you can’t not have hot chocolate on a snow day.”

Which, all things considered, Enjolras can’t really argue with warmth and hot chocolate.

Enjolras has been inside Grantaire’s house before, but they’ve only ever been brief visits when dropping off and picking up Laurie. Now, sat in a comfy armchair by the electric fire nursing a cup of hot chocolate, he thinks it’s a damn shame that he’s never stayed longer, despite Grantaire’s many offers.

Laurie and Sarah are in Sarah’s room, changing into warmer clothes (Enjolras had the good sense to bring spares for Laurie, which turned out to be less out of caution and more out of necessity.)

“This is nice.” Grantaire says, sipping his drink.

Enjolras hums in agreement. “Thanks,” he says, “for today, for the chocolate, and for letting us dry off here.”

Waving a hand dismissively, Grantaire chuckles. “It’s fine, honestly. I had fun, Sarah and Laurie had fun, and even you looked as though you were enjoying yourself for a solid minute or two out there.”

Enjolras ducks his head, blushing. “I did have fun.”

The words come out sounding incongruously serious in the air between them, but Grantaire only smiles in response. “I’m glad.”

The thing is, even though Enjolras and Grantaire necessarily spend a lot of time with each other due to Sarah and Laurie, most of that time is spent in the presence of the two girls. It’s not that things are awkward between them when they’re alone, but it is... different. Silence seems to appear more frequently, and stay for longer.

And Enjolras... Enjolras likes Grantaire. He’s proved to be a valuable companion during Laurie’s first year of school. If he were feeling bold, he might even call them friends.

“Do you think school will be open tomorrow?” Enjolras asks.

“I don’t think so. We’re due more snow tonight, so it’ll be even more dangerous with everything iced over.”

Enjolras nods, considering. “If you’re free... I dare say neither of them will be tired of the snow tomorrow, and it’s only fair that we host you after you’ve been so kind to us today.”

Grantaire smiles, the expression widening his face. “Of course, it’s all about equality with you, isn’t it?”

“You know how I feel about equality.” Enjolras deadpans, lips pulled upwards by Grantaire’s delighted laugh.

“Well, in that case, I suppose I’d better accept this offer. In the name of equality, of course.”

“Of course.”

They smile at each other; it feels important, somehow. Enjolras is suddenly very grateful for the snow, and even more grateful for Grantaire.

The moment is interrupted when Sarah and Laurie come running back into the room, both freshly changed. Grantaire shoots one last look towards Enjolras before turning to face them and declaring, very loudly: “Who’s ready for another snow day tomorrow!”

Sarah and Laurie’s gleeful chant of “Snow day! Snow day! Snow day!” lasts for the next ten minutes, and has both Enjolras and Grantaire feeling like the luckiest people alive.

#enjoltaire #exr #exr fic #enjoltaire fic #les mis #my writing #guys there's so much snow over here send help #i've been out sledding all day #which inspired me to write this #parent!enjoltaire is so fun to write asdfghjk

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epiloguebxy-blog · 7 years

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Best Friend! Yoongi (pt2)

PART ONE !!

word count: 1500+ idk lmao

alsO this is my thiRD time uploading this wtf im sorry i keep making mistakes

- Okay so like let’s be honest you guys would probably low key live together

- like you’d have a draw full of your clothes in his closet and you’d probably wear his sweaters without even realising and he’d have his own toothbrush in your bathroom

- and he’d always turn up at your house with a packet of Doritos and demand to play Mario Kart only to get really sulky when he loses

- “leave me alone, you cheated”

- “yoongi, you can exactly cheat at mAriO kART”

- “yeah whatever go make me a sandwich or somethin”

- “do it yourself lazy ass”

- he’d probably text you at 3 am like aLL THE TIME and you’ll always reply despite being half asleep and it’d be him asking for your opinion of some lyrics or he’d send you a lil demo like “I totally haven’t been working on this for 3 months,, tell me you hate it”

- I feel like late night drives would be a really common thing for you guys like he’d text you at 11pm “hey wanna get out for a bit?” and he’d come and pick you up and you’d head for the empty highway and you’d wind down the windows and turn up the music really loud and you’d laugh and sing along and your hair would tangle in the wind and push his hair out of his eyes

- And once it calmed down you would rest your head on your palm and close your eyes and just feel the cold wind blowing against your face and you’d look at the front window and see the few stars drowned out by the street lights all covered in a thin fog and it would be the most beautiful thing ever

- And he’d look at you for a second that felt like an eternity and a really small smile would play at his lips and he’d reach out gently punch your shoulder and you’d turn to look at him and he’d quickly flash you a gummy smile and fdsjhgf

- You’d leave the car radio playing songs in a language neither of you understood on full volume in the middle of no where, as to not get a noise complaint lmao

- You’d go and spend all the 7$ you had at a convenience store for breakfast at 4 am and then drive up a hill to watch the sun rise and eat kinoko no yama (both your guys’ favourite Japanese confectionary n if you don’t know what it is then pls go try it immediately it will bless your life)

- I honestly don't think you guys would call each other a lot, which is maybe why you spend so much time together in person, to hear each other’s voices,,, but I think when you’re not together you’d always be texting each other nonsense jokes that no one else could possibly understand

- But irl he’d probably never laugh at your jokes and tell you how you’re not funny but you’d just smirk and start tickling him and he’d yell at you to stop while smiling like an idiot

- “y/N I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL DISOWN U AS A FRIEND”

- “lol yoongi look you’re laughing, I told you I was funny !!”

- Tbh you’d argue All The Time

- “y/n wtf is that my shirt I was looking fOr thAt”

- “youRE THE ONE WHO LEFT IT AT MY HOUSE”

- OR like “yoongi can you get me some water”

- “get it yourself lazy ass”

- “aftER EVERYTHING I DO FOR YOU”

- And “yoongi can you carry me, my feet hUrt sO BAD”

- “like hell I can lift you”

- “WHAT ARE YOU SAYING”

- “udsgfd iM TOO WEAK??”

- “YEAH I THOUGHT SO”

- I feel like music would be the only thing you guys don't argue about like you both have such broad music tastes and appreciate any and every song and you’d always recommend songs to each other and you’d make each other playlists and he’d save them all and listen to them when he was unmotivated to work

- Honestly tho he probably likes to make you feed him

- Liked youd be on your phone and he’d walk in with a bowl of ramen and shove it into your hands then lay down on a bean bag

- “you made me food?”

- “lol no ofc not, feed me”

- “wtf no”

- “please”

- “only if I can have some”

- and he’d roll his eyes but agree and you’d end up eating most of it and he’d complain that he didn’t make it for you but then you’d counter with “wHY would you give it to me in the first place?! Ofc im gonna eat it !!”

- “You’re sO greedy”

- you know how some friends are like “touchy” like hug whenever they say hello or bye or whatever well yeah that’s not this friendship

- I don’t think you’ve ever actually hugged yoongi

- Rephrase,,,,, I don't think yoongi has ever acTUALLy hugged you

- except maybe this one time he had to go away for a bit and he muttered a bored bye as he left but after a month or so away from you he realised he actually started to miss you??

- like sure you text all the time but yoongi builds and maintains relationships from physical interactions and he honestly just missed how you would bite your lip when playing a game on your phone or how you would always close your eyes when chewing your food to make the most of the flavour

- so like you would of course come to pick him up from the airport and you probably made like a sign with his name on it in case he forgot what you looked like because, let’s be real, he probably had

- so like when he walks out of the terminal and sees you he kinda just feels so relieved like okay you’re okay and you’re smiling and you’re alive and he can see you every day again and he was just so glad you’re his best friend

- but like he’d play it really good like “good to see your annoying face lol” and you’d grin and reach up to mess up his hair like “i missed you too yoongi” and you’d turn and start leading the way to the car

- but like really out of the blue he’d just grab your arm and pull you into a hug

- let’s just take a second to talk about how amazing yoongi’s hugs would be omgdfh like he’d hold you really close and it would be so comfortable like he would be such a cuddly person and the firmness of his arms around your waist would just be really nice and he’d snuggle his face into your hair and he’d absolutely love the smell and he just missed you a lot more than he’d ever admit and you’d be so shocked but like immediately hug him back like waoh !! this might not happen again !!

- it’d be over just as suddenly it happened though and he’d look at your feet “yeah I missed you I guess let’s go get food I’m starving” and you’d both be in such a Great Mood ahh

- Dying your hair together!!!

- Like I feel like this would be something you guys did often

- like imagine you’re in family mart or something (family mart totally don’t sell hair dye but lol anyways) and you’re looking at all the different colours

- he’d put his hand to his chin, pretending to be deep in thought

- you’re pointing at all the pretty pastel colours

- “oooo we should totally do this purple colour”

- “I already look gay enough wearing this stupid pink sweater you made me”

- you laugh and shove his shoulder gently, to which he reaches over and messes up your newly bleached blonde hair (ready for dyeing) that matched his own blond hair that fell over his forehead

- you eventually decide on a baby blue colour

- okay but imagine,, you guys are sitting on the edge of the bathtub at your place and yoongi just wants to open the box and put the stuff all through his hair and istg you had to wrestle him for it back and now you’re lecturing him on the importance of reading the instructions

- he’d sit impatiently as you followed the instructions ever so slowlyyy

- “y/n I’ve done this a ton of times before you don’t need to read all that ugh”

- “okay so,, then you're supposed to shake it??”

- “uGH”

- ayay im gonna stop there

- I just really love the idea of best friend yoongi

- Actually I just really love the idea of yoongi

- Actually I just really love yoongi

- I hope you enjoyed ahah

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simplysdmn · 7 years

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I Realized Pt.2

Anonymous said to simplysdmn: Can you please post a little ending of I realized of them getting back together?

A/N: Hey babe I hope you like this.

Masterlist

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Third Person’s POV

In reality, he really couldn’t have found someone better than Y/N. If he ever met a girl he potentially liked, he always compared. It was the littlest thing that kept him from moving on. They way her nose would crinkle when she was concentrating on something or when she was happier how her smile lines appeared bigger than usual or when she giggled at the dog that used to live around the corner from her. Everything brought him back to her.

She was in his mind all the time. She didn’t seem to pack all of her clothes that evening. She had left one of her t-shirts there that she always wanted to go back to get but she could never face Simon or the other boys ever again. She blamed herself for everything. How she should’ve known when Vik was suddenly uncomfortable or when Josh saw her in the doorway and suddenly had an upset face when she walked in or even when JJ shook his head when she was just about to walk into the room. She always thought she should’ve known.

It wasn’t that easier for Y/N either. She had drilled into her head that she had to move on, that there was always going to be someone after him, that there wasn’t enough time to dwell on the past. She loved Calum but not as much as she loved Simon. Despite all this, she always knew that Simon was in her heart. The way she got butterflies in her stomach and how her heart fluttered when she saw him at the red carpet. She dismissed all feelings that were going through her head and moved on.

The phone call was difficult for them both. They didn’t want to admit that especially Y/N, she didn’t want to seem weak, she didn’t want to seem as if she was still heartbroken. They wanted each other back but Simon was the brave one and admitted his feelings. Before she fell asleep she felt so guilty. She lied about her true feelings,she finally knew that her feelings for Calum were never that big. She didn’t know how to break it to him that night. He was so happy with the award and he had a fun night that she didn’t want to ruin it and everyday after that it was difficult to look him in the eye so she just flew back to England and stayed with her parents. She was stuck on him and there was no getting out.

After the call ended Simon broke down in tears and cried for the whole night until his eyes felt heavy and his body shut down. He woke up the next morning feeling tired and disgusting and felt that way for the next couple of months. His uploading schedule changed, his demeanor changed everything changed until he decided to get out more. He took Y/N’s advice but it failed completely. Every girl he met failed to meet his criteria. They were nothing like Y/N. He was stuck on her and there was no getting out.

She was sat on the couch next to Calum, nervousness pulsating through her body. She didn’t know how to explain herself, how to tell him that her feelings weren’t as strong as his were, that deep down she loved someone else. But on the other hand Calum knew that she didn’t love him like she loved Simon. He knew that one day she would come to her senses. As much as it hurt him to admit the truth, he knew one of these days it was going to happen.

They talked like adults and talked about their feelings. As much as it hurt them both they knew it had to be done. Their break up was simple, they broke up on good terms and perused to be friends. After this break up Y/N felt as if her she still had something to do. She knew what she had to do but she didn’t know how. But out of no where, she randomly gained courage and decided to call him. She was sat on her bed and began scrolling through her contacts. Her hand was shaking but she needed to go through with this. She paused before clicking into his contact. She began reciting what she was going to say, even though she knew she was going to be totally off track when the phone call was actually happening.

She held the phone up to her ear and waited for a reply. Simon was in the middle of making a video and totally forgot to put his phone on Do Not Disturb and got mad when his phone rang. He picked up the phone and looked the Caller ID before putting it down to let the person ring but then he took a second look and answered the phone almost immediately. “Hello?” He questioned, his voice hitched in his throat.

“Hey Simon, it’s Y/N.” She heaved a breath of relief when he finally picked up. She had totally forgotten what she had to say and almost started freaking out when she decided to just go with her hear.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, just, you’ve probably seen all over social media that Calum and I broke up.” Simon eye’s widened in shock and he immediately went to research forgetting that Y/N was on the other end of the line.

“Simon, I can hear you typing.” She giggled, bringing him back to the phone call.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry about your break up Y/N, I know how much that must suck.” He was secretly smiling and was rejoicing in his head.

“It actually wan’t as bad as I expected because we both agreed that why we broke up was reasonable and it made sense.” He hummed.

“You dont have to answer if you don’t want to but why did you break up?” She sighed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She put the phone down on her lap and put it on speaker.

“I realized something. I realized that my love for Calum was never as strong as my love for you was. No matter how hard tried to get you out of my head, you always seemed to come back. And that day when we saw each other at the red carpet, I tried to dismiss any feelings that I had felt when I saw you but I couldn’t. You will always be in mind, you always be the one I want to wake up next you, you will always be the one I can trust with everything. That night I lied to my self and I lied to you and I can never forgive myself because I know I can build that trust with you again and I can build my love with you again and we can build something so much stronger than we already had.” Her shoulders relaxed when she had poured her heart out. Tears were welled up in Simon’s eyes.

“Y/N. I realized that after that phone call that I needed you more than anything. That you were the one I want to live the rest of my life with, have a family, hell even live far enough to have grandchildren. I realized that I want everything with you and if you’re ready to start again then I’m ready to start again. What I did was a mistake and I didn’t know what was going through my head I didn’t know what made me cheat. You didn’t deserve that and you will never deserve that.”

“I’m ready.” She whispered.

“Are you in London?”

“Yeah.”

“Send me your address and we’ll talk in person?”

“I’d love that.” She smiled.

He showed up to her door a bouquet of roses in one hand and a bag of her favourite food in the other. After all these years he remembered all her favourite things and hoped that these never changed. The smile on his face when the phone call had ended was like no other smile he could’ve ever mustered. His housemates cheered when he told them the good news. It was the start of something new.

Y/N rushed around her house making sure that everything was perfect and made sure she looked decent enough. She phone called her best friend telling her everything that had happened in the past 30 minutes. To say she was excited was an understatement.

It was safe to say that they both realised that they were meant to be.

#miniminter imagine #miniminter #sidemen #sidemen imagines #sidemen and friends #sdmn imagine #sdmn #sdmn xix

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superblyironcolor · 8 years

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How PayPal Holds My Money for 1 Year Just Because I Use An Alias

Disclaimer: This is a story when I was trying to withdraw my money from PayPal account.This is still ongoing so it might get longer than 1 year. This is a very long story and it contains swear words. I’ll try to be as objective as possible.

Intended readers: PayPal employee (especially in customer service department or someone in high standing which seeks to improve the website’s experience), someone who got their account limited (especially for those with an alias name just like me), someone who’s still deciding to use PayPal, or someone who just likes to read (especially about other people’s misfortune like this)

I am one of those people who holds high about privacy. I don’t really like to put my personal information, especially my name, online. I even have an alias which acts like my second name in real life, and almost everyone I know in real life knows (and sometimes calls me by) that alias.

Back in 2014 (estimated year), I was searching for a way to get extra pocket money online. I found some PTC sites to start off with, which was quite great at the time (although after thinking about it again, it’s not). These sites usually offer cash outs in PayPal, which I don’t have at the time. Since I won’t be able to earn money without having this “PayPal” account, I decided to make one.

As a someone who doesn’t like to put their personal information, I obviously put my alias in it although the site warns me to use my real name (I mean, who’s even using their real name when registering to a website which they don’t know about?). I didn’t put any personal information in it, including credit card (since I don’t have any). I only need this account to store and send my money anyway, and it’s not even in big amounts in the first place. I thought that I won’t have any trouble with it. How naive i was.

Sure, it works smoothly in the first few months; I found better sites to earn money and get a decent amount of money from those. I even have enough money to buy in-game items online (yes, that’s actually what’s the money ended up become), until I received a limitation at March 2015, for a very vague reason.

“You have an unusual login activity in your account."

Or at least something like that, since I kinda forgot what it said.

FYI, I only opened my PayPal account from one device which was connected to a modem. I hardly change my modem at the time.

I was still trying to be calm at the time and start to seek for solutions. PayPal brought me to Resolution Center page, which asked me to do 3 actions: changing my password, changing my security question, and providing my credit card information.

The first two is easy to do, but the last one is... a nightmare. I don’t have a credit card and I never provide one for this site... ever. Why does it even want something that’s never been provided for their website before? I mean.. what do they even want to compare it with?

PayPal’s customer service is worse than today (2017) at that time. It also hardly have any support for my local language so I ended up searching for solutions online. I found out that I can provide my bank account instead of credit card for that step, but I need to email them first for confirmation.

I sent them an email, waiting for a response. I never heard from them until today. I didn’t do any follow ups because I don’t really need the money at the time. I’m still doing the “money making website” though, although I stored the balance in that site instead of cashing it out to PayPal. A few months later, I got tired doing it and ended up forgetting them completely.

Fast forward to 2017, I saw a great bundle and was thinking to buy it. I tried to check out from the website and paid using PayPal, which (obviously) failed. After sending a message to PayPal’s support, I ended up remember that my account is limited. Since I need the bundle so badly, I tried to resolve the limitation once again. Note that at this point, I have passed the “180 days hold” period which allows me to withdraw money to my bank account.

Me: Hey, I need your help. I want to resolve my limitation but I have no credit card. What should I do?

CS: (assumed reply from their copy paste answer) Just send your ID card instead and we’ll check it later.

Me: Sure, but I can’t seem to find the upload button. There are only text boxes. (sending screenshot links of the page). Anyway, will it be okay if my ID name is different with my PayPal name? I’m using an alias.

CS: (I’ll just copy paste his reply since it’s so hilarious) “To help protect your information, we don’t accept files that are sent as email attachments. Instead, we offer a more secure way to submit the information we’ve requested.“ (continues with providing the steps to “upload” my ID card in “credit card” step and the steps to request a name change)

PayPal added a new “Credit Card Info” step after that. Oh, cool. I can resolve my limitation just by requesting a name change. I needed the money so badly at that time that I don’t even mind to show my real name and give them my ID card. I shouldn’t do that.

After doing both of them, the required step’s status changed to “In Progress” and I got an email from the name change request afterwards. I decided to do a follow up.

Me: Hey, I got an email which says that I have to upload my personal info and a new step in the Resolution Center showed up which asked me to do a name change.

CS: (copy paste answer of how to complete the name change request)

I just assumed that they want me to do it through Resolution Center instead. After I did it, I noticed that the file doesn’t got uploaded like how my ID card picture in “credit card” step did. I ended up asking them about it and they didn’t reply to me.

I’m starting to run out of patience (since the bundle is ending soon) after another message exchange (and tons of name change requests). I ended up contacting them by phone after I read that I can request a Customer Service in my language online.

I called them on Saturday morning and it turns out that the Customer Service in my language only works in weekdays. Since I got no choice, I ended up talking with the guy I was talking to. I’m not really good at listening and speaking and I hardly can hear what he meant. It ended up horribly. I only explains my situation and how I already did what they want. He then replied that I just need to wait for 24h. Since I thought that he’ll check on it, I put off the phone, thinking that the limitation will be removed by tomorrow - which didn’t happen.

I got another email which says that my name change request got denied. I replied to it and ended up to have to start it from scratch again (with the copy paste answer despite the fact that I already explained my problem). After I asked them to start giving me a solution, they ended up asking me to change my password and security question again.

I received another declined name change request a few days later (the leftovers from my previous requests). When I stated that I already went through this before, the CS only asked me to contact them by phone. What? Well, it might be because the CS is in name change department, not the limitation department. I ended up continuing my message with limitation department, which they replied with another irrelevant copy paste answer.

I got mad. I ended up making a copy paste template for them which explains the whole situation and how I already did all the steps they mentioned. They decide to joke around and send the exact copy paste answer as the ones I got previously (I even diffchecker it). Since I’m already bored after a few exchanges, I decided to send 5 of the same answers at once, hoping to get a new answer.

When I checked my PayPal the next day, my limitation message changed.

Feb 15, 2017: We've noticed some changes to your usual account activity and need a little more information from you to help confirm your identity.

I received another limitation. I got perma banned. I checked my messages and all of my messages are replied with “We are still reviewing your account”. Because that day is a non international public holiday, I was able to call the CS in weekday.

The receiver this time sounds clearer than the ones I got before. However, I didn’t want to make the same mistake as before, so I decided to talk with CS in my language.

Me: Hello, I have a limitation in my account.

CS: Oh, yes. I see that you just have it yesterday. It seems that you got perma banned. Sorry, but we can’t help you further.

Me: Pardon? I had the limitation since 2015 and I have been trying to resolve it since like a month ago.

CS: (checks it) Ah, yes. That limitation got revoked yesterday and you have a new one shortly after.

Me: That limitation never got revoked. Technically it is, but in reality, it isn’t.

CS: No, it HAS been revoked. But you received another one. You are breaching the ToS since you’re not using your real name. You’re in the wrong. Sorry, but we can’t help you further.

1) You can’t call it’s revoked if you put another limitation to it. I still have no access to my money. 2) You instantly label me as the bad guy. I admit that I’m in the wrong, but you can’t just stop caring about my inquiry after that. You technically still have my money and I still have a business with you. 3) “I can’t help you further”.. as in.. “Just turn off the damn phone?”

I lashed out. I told them how I try to cope up with their CS through messages for a month. I was given a false hope, saying that I’ll be able to resolve it with a name change. If I can’t, why don’t you just ban me faster? Why should I waste my time dealing with you guys for one fucking month for this?

She then trying to back herself up, saying that I haven’t submitted any documents. I said that I already give them my ID, but she seems can’t find them. She then tried to check it in case I send it through email. I never did it through email. How can I got banned if you didn’t get my ID? That’s the only document I submitted which can prove me in the wrong, aside the fact that I stated that I’m using an alias.

CS: I see that you have called us before.

Me: (What? Why the heck does she suddenly asked for that?) Yes.

CS: What’s his name?

Me: (Trying to pin the guilt on him, aren’t you?) Don’t know. Don’t remember.

She tried to change the subject. She’s not even saying sorry; not because of her rudeness, but for her as a part of PayPal for giving me an inconvenience and let me wait for a month to get banned (and “resolve” my case). Not that I’m excepting her to say sorry, but isn’t that just common sense in services? You should be saying sorry if you’re in the wrong, and your company’s incompetence is more than enough for that. She keeps on being rude to me instead, with the tone like wanting to end the conversation quickly.

Me: So you just ban people without reason, huh? (changing the subject to try to find out why I got banned in the first place)

CS: No, we never ban people without proper reason.

Me: Then, tell me. Why did I got banned in the first place?

CS: You are using a fake name.

Me: That’s the second ban, not the first one. I never said nor submitted any document which states that I’m using an alias. You ban people without proper reason.

CS: You are using a fake name. And no, we never ban people without proper reason.

Me: That’s the second one! The first one clearly states that I got “unusual login activity”!

CS: Who is <my alias name>?

Me: A fake name, an alias.

CS: See, you’re breaching the ToS. Your money will be limited for 180 days, and you’ll get an email when it can be withdrawn from your account.

You’re not answering the damn question! Just say that you can’t find the reason why I got a limitation back in 2015 which proves that you gave me limitation without proper reason! And no, “unusual login activity” isn’t enough excuse. I need a detailed info on that.

I got tired speaking with this CS and decided to end the conversation after making sure of everything.

Me: You know what? Forget it. You’re not answering my question. So, do I just need to wait for 180 days?

CS: Yes, and we will email you when you can withdraw your funds.

Me: Will I get another trouble when I withdraw my funds?

CS: No.

Me: My bank account name is different from my PayPal name. Is it possible?

CS: Oh. If it’s in a different name, then I’m afraid that you can’t do that. The bank can’t accept it if your name is different.

Great. You just said no before and we have been talking about me using an alias since minutes ago. How come you forgot about it? I’m sure you just want me to drop the call.

Me: So, what should I do? Should I create a new account with my real name so you can transfer the money to that one?

CS: No, no. You need to ask your friends or families’ account and we’ll help to transfer it there.

Me: Okay. So I just need to create a new account, right? (still unsure)

CS: No, not your account. You have been banned from PayPal. We need to transfer it to another account which is not yours.

Me: What? (I thought I am account banned, but it turns out that I am “person” banned) I can’t transfer it to my bank account? You took my money for a fucking 180 days already and I have to wait for another 180 days to withdraw it and you said that I can’t even transfer it to my bank account?

CS: It’s your money, not ours. (Convincing me that they’re not taking my money). You can take it back as long as we send it to another person’s account.

You said it’s my money. Why should I send it to other people’s account to get it? Isn’t that the same as “I MUST give my money to other people since you are perma banned from PayPal”? Why can’t they just let me make a new account (or they can make it for me instead) just for withdrawal purposes and ban the account after the withdrawal completed? I mean.. I’m not even planning to use PayPal anymore starting that day because of she pisses me off.

CS: How many accounts do you have?

Me: What?

CS: How many accounts do you have?

Me: (What? She’s trying to avoiding the question again since I’m lashing out to her at that time, or maybe she wants to ban my other accounts if I have more than one) Of course I only have one, miss. (After a deep breath while holding my anger since I’m super pissed at that time)

CS: Well, sorry, but you can’t make a new account. You have been banned from PayPal and you will be automatically blacklisted when you’re making a new account. If you don’t transfer it to other people’s account, I’m afraid that you can’t take the money. (with "end of conversation” tone)

How professional. After that, I fed up with her and asked about currency conversion and charges. She said that currency conversion will be based on my local bank and I’ll get charged from bank for any transfer below $112.5 (converted amount), which I’m in. She said that PayPal won’t take any charges, although I don’t really believe it because of all lies she said before.

The message

PayPal

As you can’t see, PayPal doesn’t really have a great Customer Service, both in phone and email/message. They barely answer your questions and when you asked them something outside their scope, they asked you to call them instead of forwarding the message to the correct department.

This incident also won’t happen if they have an identity scan as a registration requirement beforehand. Just make sure that the account won’t be able to send or receive money before the identity scan is finished. They won’t have these types of tickets anymore, which leads to lesser ticket in limitation department, which means that the CS can focus on other tickets, which probably will make them to stop aiming for quantity instead of quality (and probably reduce the copy paste answer and CS cost).

Also, if they want to reduce CS cost further, change them all with automation message. Their CS has been replying my messages splendidly with unhelpful copy paste messages.

PayPal also needs to retrain their phone CS and make sure that they stop being rude and want to finish the conversation as soon as possible. I mean, being fast in answering customer’s needs is a good thing, but you shouldn’t treat your caller as trash, although they are in the wrong (especially when they still have a business with you). I know that you won’t be having a call from these customers anymore, but they can leave you a bad impression and tell everyone to not use your services.

People who got limitation

If you are using an alias (or know that you’re breaching the ToS), stop wasting your time and withdraw your balance when it’s available. There might be some cases where you’ll be free of limitation when you try to resolve it, but I’m sure that’s not what usually happens.

People who wants to use PayPal

Don’t use it, especially when you’re using it to store your money. You’ll get limitation without reason, and there are a lot of cases where you’ll get locked out of your account just because you receive more money than usual.

If you’re the spending type and use a credit card, I don’t really see the need in using PayPal. Most payment methods accept credit card and if you don’t want to reveal your personal information, you’re already doing so by registering to (and using) PayPal, except if you want to buy something from a shady sites, which you shouldn’t. I’m also sure that there’re other similar services which doesn’t require your personal info that much. There is also Amazon Payments, although I never use it.

The only thing that’s good from PayPal is the fact that most people are using it, so if you want to take a risk in using it (and go through all the trouble), make sure you put the right information and don’t breach their ToS like what I did.

Afterword

Well, that’s the end of my rant. I’m surprised that you got this far. Actually, although the CS said that I need to wait for another 180 days, it’s written that I still can withdraw my money. I don’t really know whether it’s possible to withdraw, and even if it does, I’m still wondering whether I should let one of my family member to make a PayPal account or try to do some trick to withdraw the money to my bank account.

Now I’m still looking for PayPal alternatives although I need to wait for the support for other cash out methods in the “money making website” I am using to be implemented to withdraw my remaining money.

PayPal sucks. Sure, it’s convenient, but it’ll start to be troublesome when you start using it to receive money. I hope a better wallet platform starts to become as popular (if not, better) as PayPal and take PayPal down. They’re already shutting down their customers by banning them for ridiculous reasons, actually.

#paypal #rant

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