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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 4 years ago

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Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU

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Part 20:

As it turns out, finally finding out the identity of your soulmate was not an easy piece of information to sleep on.

Bakugou had hung up hours ago, hopefully to listen to your advice, and since then you’d done nothing but search up his name. Obsessively. Since apparently that’s who you were now when it came to him.

You scoffed as you read another shitty headline.

Pro Dynamite saves the day but recklessly endangers 17 innocents in Hosu - Where is the line between hero and villain?

What follows is another biased recap of events that happened over a year ago: Bakugou had stopped an entire group of high-powered villains but was only able to do so by exploding the entire top floor of the building they were hiding out in. He successfully wounded, incapacitated, and captured all of the targeted criminals, but blast debris and smoke inhalation harmed civilians that had chosen not to evacuate.

You rolled your eyes, hardly able to understand why it seemed every news outlet was blaming the injuries on him. From videos and news coverage it seemed like there was no other option Bakugou could have taken, and he’d nearly sacrificed his own life with the blast. You wanted to scream.

They should be fucking thanking him! You thought.

At least- you did. Until you saw the clip.

Further in the article was a link- a simple, deceptively innocent link that led to a horrifying video.

It was taken on a hand-held camera, the lens pointed at the floor as the recorder enters an alley slowly. They duck behind a garbage bin and tilt the camera up, just minutely, and it falls on Bakugou who’s leaning against the alley wall. He was clearly tired, deep-seated bags rooted under his eyes, with one arm in a sling and the other holding his phone. The person recording held the camera still, bated breath, and kept themselves hidden. Whoever it was, they obviously didn’t want Bakugou to see them recording him.

“No- fucking- I know, Shitty Hair, Jesus!” Bakugou roars, and then his face screws up, and he rubs at his chest. “You think I don’t fucking know? I fucked up! I did! I know, but I just- I couldn’t stop!”

There’s silence again and Bakugou rolls his eyes at whoever is on the other side of the phone.

“You don’t- don’t fucking say that! Of course it fuckin’ matters! I shouldn’t of fucking let them fire me up like that!” Bakugou coughs, voice hoarse as he continues yelling. “They just kept runnin’ their fuckin’ mouths about me being a villain and I was so fuckin’ angry I couldn’t stop- I knew there were people still in there and I didn’t care! I didn’t fucking care!”

It’s quiet again, the only sound is Bakugou’s ragged breaths. Suddenly his face screws up again, this time not in pain but in anger. Rolling, hot, boiling anger that sets his jaw back and pulls his eyebrows in and darkens his expression into something terrifying. His eyes are voids, shadowed by the dim light of the alley, swirling like vacuous black holes set into his face. He looks murderous- nearly vibrating with rage as he shakes his head so violently you’re surprised he doesn’t snap his neck. Bakugou slams a hand against the alley’s bricks, leaving a steaming indent in the shape of a fist.

“I should’ve killed them.” Bakugou seethes, voice deep and dark like solid steel boiled down. “ Every last fucking one of them. “

Then he hangs up, violently, and explodes the phone in his grip. The recorder startles, knocking loudly into the garbage can in front of them.

“Who in the fuck-” Bakugou screams, voice rolling thunder as he launches himself toward the bin.

All you see is Bakugou’s snarling face, a flash of blinding orange light, the sound of a scream, and then a black screen as the recording cuts.

With a sick fascination, you rewind the video, just a few seconds, pausing on the still shot of Bakugou’s face as it nears the camera. He looks senseless and demonic; mouth curled around too-sharp teeth, his jaw shadowed and angular- but it’s his eyes. It’s his eyes that scare you the most.

Where they were black holes before, dark and empty and void, they’re raging fires now. Red, and dark, and angry like an infected wound, something volcanic and uncontainable rolling viscous and thick just beneath the surface. You’ve never seen anyone else with eyes like his- have never seen anything so hellish in your life. In that moment Bakugou doesn’t look human. He looks evil- like a vengeful war god slowly being consumed by his own bloodlust.

You shiver.

There’s-there’s nothing good about that video. It’s scary and frightening and you’ve never heard his voice sound like that. So angry and full of malice and hard around the edges- like every word is a pointed knife stabbing at you. The Bakugou in that video, his anger scares you more than any explosion of his ever could.

You want to text him, want to beg him to explain, to say something that will make the sick in your stomach stop festering like a poison. You don’t though. He’s injured again. Recovering again, just like in the video- and no matter how many questions are rattling around in your head, they’re nowhere near as important to you as his health.

The diseased ill in your stomach didn’t let up though. No matter what you tried, you couldn’t get the look of his eyes out of your head. He looked soulless. Dark and unreachable and so very angry that it scared you. Terrified you. You’d dreamed your whole life of a happy future with a gentle soulmate, but you couldn’t seem to find Bakugou in that picture anymore. You didn’t know who he was anymore.

You closed your laptop, rubbing at eyes that were still puffy from earlier. Your heart was ripped raw, mind rattling in your skull, as your eyes burned. You laid back on your pillow, shutting your eyes and trying to forget the image of your soulmate eyes, untethered and feral as he attacked.

--/--

Morning came and you didn’t feel any better. You still felt weightless, disconnected and confused by everything around you.

You stalled through your morning routine, taking an extra long shower, sipping slowly at coffee you would have normally inhaled. It was a Saturday, and usually those were relaxing, but it didn’t feel that way this time. You were still unsettled by that video- that scream and the sound of it abruptly ending as an explosion drowned it out. It was like a horror movie, and you seemed to be caught in the middle of it.

You understood now- why Bakugou didn’t want to tell you who he was. That video was pretty easy to happen across, even if you just did a little big of digging into Bakugou. It was a stain on his record and you supposed he was right, after all- everything did change the second he told you he that he was a hero. That he was Dynamite.

You sighed, rubbing at your aching eyes. You knew that you had to call him, you just wish it didn’t have to be this complicated.

Bakugou was calling you before you even set your phone back down.

“Hey.” He said, voice still weak and uncharacteristically quiet.

“Hi.”

“Don’t- fuck, don’t sound like that.” Bakugou sighs a shaking breath, barely masked frustration lacing his tone. “I- you fuckin’ saw it didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“That’s-” He starts, and he sounds so desperate it nearly tears your heart in two. “I never wanted you to fuckin’ see that! That’s not- I wasn’t- that’s not me!”

“It was you, though!” You raise your voice. “In the video! Bakugou- you said you wanted to kill people, multiple people, and then you attacked someone! Without even taking a second to think about it! You were just so angry, so fucking furious and mad and y-you didn’t even sound like you! That kind of anger- it’s fucking terrifying, you know that?”

He’s quiet, and you think you can still hear the beeping of the machine from last night.

“That- it wasn’t- I didn’t,” He struggles, voice cracking. “The camera. Not the person- I- fuck- I didn’t attack the person! Just smashed the fuckin’ camera!”

“You still jumped at them! You know how scary that must have been?” Your fingers shake as you grip your phone. “It’s- they shouldn’t have been there, fine, whatever, but it’s a fuckin’ civillian! It’s your job- as the ridiculously over-powered hero, from what I’ve seen- to protect them! Not attack them!”

Bakugou says nothing. Minutes pass and you think you hear a poorly-masked sniffle.

“You’re mad at me.” He says, simple and desolate like he’s already convinced himself of it. “Shoulda known you would be.”

“No it’s- I am. I am mad- but I don’t,” You pause, trying to find your words. “I just- I feel like I don’t know you any more! I thought I did? At least a little bit- but now it’s- you were so angry, and I know that must’ve been a bad day from the looks of it but- your eyes. It was your eyes! That kind of anger- that hate- it doesn’t just happen in a fuckin’ day, Bakugou!”

You hear a choked sound, something tiny and small and caught in the back of his throat, and the grinding of Bakugou’s teeth.

“I-I can’t. I know- I fuckin’ know, okay?” He bites out. “I- just. Stay. Please- it was- you were supposed to be fuckin’ different! It’s not- I would never- you weren’t supposed to know.”

Something in his voice sounds broken. He’s screaming, tearing his throat just like he always did, but it didn’t feel the same. Bakugou had never asked you for anything before- he’d let you call the shots, let you talk his ear off and bother him, but he’d never, not once, in the entire time you’d known him, asked you for something.

Your answer was simple- it never really was a choice after all. You would’ve never left, didn’t even think you could at this point; but something had to change. You had to make sure he understood.

“Bakugou- I- I would’ve never left. Not over this. Not over anything, probably.” You swallow thickly, blinking away tears. “But I can’t- I won’t accept the way things were before. When I ask you something, you need to answer me. Honestly and completely, from now on. No more secrets. Ever.”

He just agrees, something deep and raspy and desperate as it filters through the phone.

“So I need you to answer me, now,” You begin, taking a shaky breath and steeling your nerves. “How long are you going to be in the hospital for?”

“I-what?”

“Just answer.”

“It’s-I’m- two days, alright. Two more fuckin’ days on watch and then I’m out.”

“Okay.’ You nodded. “Where are you staying- what hospital?”

“Why?”

“I’m coming to visit. We-we need to talk more and I can’t do it over the phone- I won’t do it over the phone.” You tried to make your voice stronger than you felt. “So, if you feel up to it, I’ll visit. If not, don’t text me until you are. T-that’s- that’s the way we fix this. The only way.”

Bakugou was quiet again, breathing in silence until a cough ripped through his chest.

“I’m- Jaku City. That’s where I am.” He finally says, voice smaller than anything you were used to. “I’ll text you the address.”

“Okay.” You say, still trying to catch your breath. “I- I think I need some time. I’ll call you when I’m almost there, okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

You hang up, fingers shaking as they hit the end call button.

The conversation was short- so short, and hardly even covered anything, but you just couldn’t take it any longer. When all you knew was the sound of his voice, it was a lot easier to get a read on him and what he was feeling. But it wasn’t that way anymore. You knew his face and his smile and his eyes from those clips and pictures and videos you’d seen all night.

Hearing his voice wasn’t enough to tell you who he was anymore. You wouldn’t be able to read him- not without seeing those angry red eyes.

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tobiosmilktea · 4 years ago

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the love club — miya atsumu

twenty one: temporary nothing

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a/n: here’s some 2k+ words of badly written angst or whatever the hell this shit is ✨

atsumu pondered until his heart punched against his rib cage. his conversation with megumi was stuck within the confines of his psyche even in the early morning. he should be enjoying the last bits of peace and alone time with you before the rest of the team would eventually wake from their slumber and join the two of you for breakfast.

furrowing his brows, atsumu’s gaze flickered down to you phone that was faced down upon the table.

usually he isn’t the type to invade someone’s personal space, but ever since last night there was a growing feeling of guilt within his gut. he hated the fact that he let megumi consume so much of his heart that he was even second guessing you out of all people. you were the one who didn’t even want to get close to him, yet here he was not minding his own business and possibly tarnishing it.

besides, he had caught on to how close in timing the vibrations were to when he would send messages. his suspicions and curiosity was practically eating him up.

atsumu flips over your phone. his eyes skimmed over random texts and notifications until he landed on a familiar message. it was then he felt his entire world plummet before him. it was as if his heart slowed and his mouth ran dry when he saw familiar words at the top of your phone screen.

[theloveclub] 10 new messages from miyatsumu

“what are you doing?” your familiar voice rang as you placed both of your breakfasts down on the table. confusion melted upon visage until the thought presented itself in your mind. it spread like spilled wine, making your pulse quicken and your reflexes to jump as you snatched your phone out of atsumu’s hand.

“rule number four to never break: to keep our identities safe,” you recalled the memory akaashi’s voice through a phone call from when you started the hotline, “always turn tlc notifs off whenever you leave your phone unattended.”

and you just broke it.

a shakey breath left your lips as you turned the app’s notifications off as if it were to undo the damage that had already been dealt. your eyes that were as wide as saucers looked back up to atsumu whose usual aura of borderless hues was dim and unreadable.

you open your mouth to speak. you weren’t exactly sure what you were going to say—maybe an excuse or a plain white lie, because surely lying can’t dig you a bigger hole right?

“atsu—”

“maybe megumi was right,” he spoke all hushed. he couldn’t even look you in the eye properly as he stared off into the distance, “i really don’t know anything about you.”

your expression contorted into confusion, trying to ignore how your gut coiled at the mention of his ex. “what?” you say, but it only came out in a mere whisper.

the setter pursed his lips as a beat passed. his shallow eyes finally meeting yours, almost hesitant to press any further knowing he was going to get hurt either way. “how come you never told me it was you?”

“you weren’t supposed to see that, it’s supposed to be anonymous.” you answered, trying to get this over with as much as possible.

“is it because you’re trying to get information to blackmail me or something, is that it?” atsumu suddenly accused, the ardor of fury mixed with betrayal and sadness mixing all into one concoction that made his fists clench beneath the table.

a scoff leaves your lips. you were almost offended to even think that of you, “why the hell would i do that?”

“the shit i talked about in those dms, y/n, were private.” explained atsumu, “who knows whether or not i could trust with that information knowing that you’ve hated my guts for so long.”

“i would never—” you tried to explain, but he cut you off.

as unnerving as a sharpened knife cutting through the air, the tone of his voice had changed severely when he spoke. “who else have you told? your boy toys that don’t even live in the same city as you?”

it was then something had struck within you. a splitting precipice between right and wrong, from sadness and confusion to annoyance and anger. boy toys, his words repeated themselves within your head and how badly you wanted to slap him across the face. how dare he call your friends that? “i don’t even get why you’re so angry. it wasn’t like your break up with megumi was a secret.”

“i literally talked about you in those dms, y/n.” the boy before you deadpans, “the girl i talked about each and every time i asked for advice was you and you didn’t say jack shit.”

the hurt was evident in his face and all you wanted to do was to close the space between the two of you, to hug him in one of those warm bear hugs that you rarely found yourself in. yet there was a chasm between you and atsumu, one both mentally and physically as your body couldn’t even move an inch.

you sighed, “i swear, atsumu, i didn’t know.” you tried explaining without avail, however it was the truth. you weren’t the type of person to assume something about yourself, in fact, you were way too modest and far too humble to even think someone as high of a caliber as miya atsumu would even look your way. not to mention he wanted a friend, not some second choice. “if anything, you made me sound like a rebound.”

“you’re not.”

a huff leaves your lips, refraining yourself from rolling your eyes into oblivion. “you and megumi broke up a month ago and you’ve already moved to to have feelings for someone else... doesn’t that sound like a rebound to you?”

atsumu tried to swallow down the forming lump in his throat, his adam’s apple bobbing as he noticed your burning iries and jaw tight in fury. “no,” he states as if it was a fact.

“no?” you repeated to question his sudden authority.

“because i’ve come to realize that i was never in love with her in the first place.” atsumu concludes, butterflies suddenly fluttering within the insides of his gut as he hesitated to say his next words.

he almost shut his mouth, yet he forced the words at the tip of tongue to be said because if he didn’t, surely things wouldn’t change.

things wouldn’t be the same as it used to be now that the peaceful dewy aura of tokyo mornings were filled with misunderstandings.

“it’s because the one i like is you, y/n.”

it hit you like a complete hurricane, like a downpour of such feelings filled you to the brim of the many unspoken epiphanies about atsumu you wanted to burst out saying, yet your breath hitched in your throat. this feeling—of stampeding heart rates, blazing hot cheeks of crimson that spread like a wild fire towards your ears, to the very feeling of the soaring bloom of monarch butterflies tickling at your lungs—this feeling wasn’t new, yet it certainly wasn’t familiar.

it almost felt euphoric. someone like miya atsumu, the guy you once hated to the infinite ends of your soul bad affected you this much, you didn’t know what do to. your feelings had never been so sure, yet so confused at the same time. however that euphoric feeling was forced to be lodged down your throat as you snapped yourself back into reality.

how could you feel as if you’d been kissed by a thousand suns knowing that atsumu loves you, but only found out through a fucking argument?

as fast as you were greeted by the suns, you were immediately burnt.

“get real, atsumu.” you finally spoke a bit shakey as a thin, glossy film threatened to cover your eyes. “you said it yourself, you barely know me.” your voice was no longer it's syrupy monotonous hum, the one that's usually hushed in deadpan was cradled in irritation instead.

the setter shook his head when he inaudibly scoffed. he ran his hand through his messy blond locks as his eyes, those goddamn eyes that could literally melt you in a puddle if you let your guard down for once, met yours again. “did it ever occur to you that i was always interested the moment we met? and that megumi was just some dumb obstacle that stopped me from doing so?”

that’s a stupid reason, you wanted to say but you held yourself back. this entire argument was idiotic, but here you idiots were: arguing in public.

“then why’d you let her?”

“because she confessed to me first and for once i felt like i wasnt hated by everybody.” atsumu explains, his shoulders slumping as he thought back on the memory. “... it was my first confession ever and honestly it came out of nowhere. megumi never talked to me in middle school, so having her suddenly say that she liked me felt like i was finally part of the normal crowd.”

atsumu paused for a second, eyes flickering over to read your expression that only softened once hishaze met yours.

“i was never really liked much in middle school because i became super arrogant due to volleyball,” he continues. “and at first i didn’t really care, but over the years i found myself desperate for everyone’s approval. and knowing how popular megumi was i thought dating her was going to change my reputation. and it obviously did... to an extent at least.”

so that explains it, you thought. as with most things, everything is always so complicated that even a year of running an advice hotline certainly did not prepare you for something like this.

silence fell between you like a wet blanket. it weighted you both down that the brught morning felt too gloomy to enjoy. even your breakfast was left resting upon the table the gentle hum of the morning rush continued to flow around you two.

atsumu believed that everything was practically falling into place now, but there was one thing he wanted to know. “why do hate me?”

it was a desperate question, no doubt, but he wanted so badly to know why he had fallen for someone so out of his reach.

“i don’t hate you, atsumu.”

he shakes his head, “no, you know what i mean. i want the real reason.”

you felt a lump form in your throat, hesitating to even swallow your pride and just say it. but it was strange how your body swears to not say something that you haven’t been able to even explain to your closest friends in years because of this.

“i hated you cause you were a fucking bandwagon.” you finally confessed, cringing at the way your words had immediately impacted atsumu despite preparing himself for the worse. “megumi and her friends hated me in middle school for no reason. the fact that you let her start manipulating you into not talking to people without fully knowing the truth made me hate you even more.”

atsumu had it coming for him. he really did. karma definitely got the best of him knowing that he let those terrible things happen to not only you but to others, and he didn’t do anything about it.

he knew it was going to hurt, but he didn’t know it was going to be like this.

it felt like a knife to the heart, yet this type of pain hurt more than whatever break up he went through with megumi because this was different. you were different.

because in the end everyone hates you, megumi’s words haunted atsumu and he just wanted it all to end. i get it, already. stop!

“but don’t hate you anymore.”

no it’s not the same.

you waited for atsumu to respond, but silence followed one after another. after a few missed beats, you decided that there was no avail that this could be the very last time you two were to talk to each other.

“i guess things are different now, so understand if your feelings for me have changed now that i’ve ruined your trust.” by each passing second, you felt your voice struggle to leave your throat. that lump within your larynx was growing bigger and bigger the longer you stared at his hurt expression.

you couldn’t believe that it ended up being you who caused that pain. and oh, how badly you wanted to fix it. but now wasn’t the time or will it ever be. this was all you had and it was gone within a snap.

“i’ll make sure to delete the dms and take you off the love club’s client list,” you began after you cleared your throat. “we can act like nothing had ever happened.”

atsumu’s eyes widened in saucers as he looked at you in surprise. end it?

no this wasn’t what he had in mind. sure, he was furious but he definitely didn’t want it to end like this. hell, he didn’t want it to end at all.

he wanted to badly to stop you from continuing before you said something you’d both regret, yet his thoughts were too jumbled up in his jungle-like mind that the words at the tip of his tongue appeared and disappeared before he could even say them.

“once we’re back in hyogo, we can stop associating with each other.” you began gathering your things before placing a few bills upon the table to pay for the food.

gaze falling upon your hand, atsumu wanted to badly to grab and tell you not to go, yet something was stopping him. his subborness was working against him.

“i’m sorry for wasting your time, atsumu.”

fun facts! —

atsumu ended taking y/n’a uneaten breakfast to go and planned on dropping it off at her hotel room, but decided you didn’t want to see him so he gave it to suna instead

on the bus ride back to hyogo, y/n sat with aran instead

the tlc boys don’t know what happened because y/n never told them, so they primarily found out through osamu telling tanaka

even then, they don’t know the whole story besides the fact they had an argument

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not-bcring · 2 years ago

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peachpitocs:

“I just want you to know that I really like you. A lot.” Jamie grimaces slightly at his own words, afraid that it’s too much.

“I mean, a lot but a normal amount. I’m not weird about it. I promise. Anyway, the point I was getting to is I want you to maybe meet my mom at some point, but not my dad. Cause he sucks, and it’s just not worth it. Not because I don’t want him to know about you. Okay?”

He’s been avoiding eye contact, but now he glances over to see if he can discern a reaction.

「 ☆ 」 Sometimes Ayumu forgets that people have family… Not only family, but ones that aren’t entirely terrible. The world is full of complicated connections and most others have an array of social strings attached to them. Not only the deceptive-simplicity of creator and consumer. Countless strings flowing from Ayumu to the throngs of people who greedily take what he has to offer, but none of them flowing back to him in a way that truly matters. It matters. Ayumu would be lying if he claimed his mother’s lessons didn’t cling to his mind even now. But he’s smart enough to know there’s no comparison when it comes to familial ties.

Hearing Jamie mention one of his own causes eyes to widen with a bout of surprise, Ayumu tucking away that new information. Safe and sound in the recesses of his mind, where all important tidbits about Jamie belong. Briefly, Ayumu wonders if he should be more nervous about the prospect of meeting Jamie’s mother. He knows he can be an… acquired taste. And meeting a parent doesn’t seem like it’d include nearly enough time to acquire it.

Still, Ayumu is also well-versed with appeasing people. Acting the way that’s expected or wanted of him. He could probably charm a mom, easily. But does he WANT to? He’s had more than enough of that already… Jamie wouldn’t toss him aside if his mom wanted him to.

Would he?

Shuffling off that concern, Ayumu doesn’t know whether it’s trust or preemptive numbness that convinces him that’s a train of thought not worth going down. Instead of fretting over something that hasn’t even happened yet, he flashed an unconcerned— even a tad amused —smile and waves his hand as if brushing aside whatever anxiety is trying to cling to Jamie, ❝ Hey, you don’t need to explain things to me. Honestly, up until now, I hadn’t even considered meeting your parents. ❞

Brushing aside some of his hair, he shrugs and elaborates, ❝ Not because I don’t like you. Because I do- a lot. ❞ Playfully parroting Jamie’s words, he makes no move to shy away from them. ❝ I just forgot parents were a part of the equation. But I don’t mind meeting your mom. And I don’t mind never meeting your dad either. You know how to handle things with them better than I do, so whatever you want- I’ll have your back. ❞

A beat passes before Ayumu adds in a blunter tone. Not unkind, but certain, ❝ Just so you know— since you think about parents and stuff like that —I’m not introducing you to mine. ❞ Technically he only has a mom, but the sentiment still stands. ❝ And I haven’t exactly mentioned that we’re dating either… Not because of you. But because if I had it my way, Hell would freeze over before you had to deal with my family. ❞ Unfortunately, it WON’T. One can only keep a secret like this from that woman for so long… But Ayumu isn’t in any rush to help things along. 「 ☆ 」

#not-bcring #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ��ɴ; ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Ayumu IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Jamie 」#peachpitocs #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ʟɪᴇ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ; ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛɪɴɢʟʏ ᴛᴜᴍᴍʏ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜰʟɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Ayumu and Jamie 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴛᴀʙᴏᴏ; ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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just-because-i-can · 4 years ago

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We all know that high school friendships come and go. Maybe not at the time while you’re still in high school, but anyone outside of high school can probably attest to that. Your BFF or BFFL in high school may not always keep that title. Don’t get me wrong, it happens, but not as often as some may think. If you and your high school bff are still bffs, that’s awesome congratulations. If they’re not, then you may be able to relate to this. In fear that people may not be happy with this and somehow discover who this is about (not that I think they are even on here anymore), I’m going to change names (obviously) and genders to spice things up.

I went to the same school for seven years (middle school and high school) where I kept a majority of the same friends throughout the years while also meeting new ones. Anyway, there was a girl I met in 6th grade who was my friend until senior year of high school. We weren’t best friends until 8th grade I believe but we would still say hi to one another in the hallways before that. She was great. I can’t remember if we got into a lot of arguments or not but whatever who cares.

Anyway, she and I were apart of a friend group with two boys. I feel like I should give them fake names now because it might get confusing down the line when I’m trying to refer to someone. So, we’ll name the girl Emily and the two other friends Jackson and Noah. So freshman year of high school, the four of us were apart of a larger friend group comprised of like...mini friend groups. I don’t know how else to explain that, but I hope you get it. So, around sophomore year we (Emily, Jackson, and Noah) started hanging out more with just us four. We were really close (though I think I was personally the closest with Emily), had a group message and would talk in it about anything and everything. We all confided in each other, blah blah blah. You know, normal best friend kind of stuff. So cool, we’re all always hanging out, texting, on snapchat, you know all that jazz.

Emily and I also had days where we would just hang out with the two of us, going to the mall, having sleepovers, you know just hanging out. I felt as though I could confide in her with anything I needed to. I went through a really bad rough patch junior year and beginning of senior year and she was always there for me (not that the others weren’t) and I appreciated her more than anything. She made me very happy and I could be my weird, crazy, self with her. She was my best friend.

Then the end of senior year comes along.

I was unfortunately moving after graduation which I hated (that’s a whole other story I won’t get into right now) but didn’t really have a choice. Even though I’d be going to college anyway, I wouldn’t be able to see all my friends over holiday breaks and what not. My last night with all my friends, Emily and I cried when it was time to part ways. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do without my best friends now that I was leaving. I saw them everyday for years and years so it would feel foreign without being able to just go over to their house or hangout. Now, I’ve had experience in the past with moving and having to make new friends but I was way younger back then. I didn’t keep in touch with any of those friends when I was younger because, hello, we were like eight or nine. We didn’t have phones, so it was kind of hard. There was email of course, but it wasn’t the same.

This time around when I moved I was so sure that our bond could never be broken and that we’d always keep in touch. Some of that was true, yes, but it was more complicated than that.

The next time I saw them was a year later when I went to visit them. Even though we still talked in our group message and on social media, it was still slightly awkward for me because I hadn’t seen them in so long. It was foreign to not be with them at first, but then it almost felt foreign actually being with them. Anyway, I stayed there for a couple weeks at Jackson’s house (which was very nice of him I still am very appreciative of that) and we all hung out and what not. When I left things were still kinda the same but I think maybe we didn’t talk as much in our group message anymore but it was still daily. Just not…every second you know, which is understandable we all had lives and we were all busy that wasn’t an issue for me.

The year ends, fast forward to summer of the following year, so about another year after I’ve seen them. My dad passed away during this time which was obviously very upsetting for me and when I told them in the group message they were all there for me. But two months later, all communication stopped in the group message. We still had our snapchat group message but only me, Jackson, and Noah really would talk in it. Now, I’m not an idiot, I knew way before this that they probably had another group message for times where they were hanging out together after I moved but I didn’t expect to be completely cut off from them like that. For months after I was extremely sad about it, and I felt so anxious. I’ve known that I have anxiety for years but around this time it got worse. I cried so often and with my dad passing and other horrible things that happened before that in the year, my life felt like it was falling apart.

I couldn’t stop thinking about if it was something I said or did that made them just stop talking in there. I thought I wasn’t good enough, I thought I annoyed them, I thought they were just sick of me. To this day I don’t really have an answer of why but at least I still have some type of communication with them. But then in one of our social media group messages, I noticed something that kind of hurt my feelings. Any time I would send something, Emily would just open it and not answer but if Jackson or Noah sent something, she would answer them almost immediately. At first I was like oh maybe it was just a coincidence but then it kept happening, and it actually still happens to this day. Happened about an hour ago actually. It’s like I no longer exist to her anymore. She doesn’t acknowledge my existence whatsoever.

Okay this is going to sound dumb because social media itself is dumb and ruining our minds (yet I still use it every day), but there were other little things I noticed her doing. Even on other apps she would open my messages or just leave me on read but if anyone else sent anything she would react to them or respond. There were very very few times when she would answer me and it would only be if she could relate. Like one time I said I was becoming re-obsessed with Harry Styles (yes I was one of those extremely obsessed directioners back in the day) and she responded and said “same”. But that was it. Nothing else. Still continued not acknowledging me but acknowledged Jackson and Noah. Then the summer rolls around again.

I was very surprised to get a text from her considering we haven’t talked on our own in probably over a year. I was honestly extremely nervous to see what she was even going to say but when I opened it, it wasn’t really anything. She asked me if I had pictures of us from a concert from our sophomore year. I said I did and then I think I told her to give me a minute so I could track them down and send them. It wasn’t until the next message she sent I believe that she asked me how I was. I was so blinded in the moment because I was just happy she was talking to me again. I had missed her so much and she probably didn’t even know but it made me smile because she was talking to me. The conversation didn’t last long after I sent the pictures and she hasn’t spoken to me since. She only texted me because she wanted the pictures and nothing else. I’m not a huge texter anymore so it’s not that in which I was bothered by, it was the fact that I felt like I was just being used.

A while ago now, I saw the caption of something she posted talking about how (this is not verbatim) it was crazy how you could be really close with someone one day and the next they’re like a complete stranger. Well, I definitely related to that because it was exactly how I felt with her. I know high school best friends don’t always last, but it does and most likely will with the three of them. It just sucks because I’ve never felt more left out and kind of embarrassed. I’m embarrassed because to this day, I still feel like I just wasn’t good enough. There are more little things I could say but I think the situation is clear enough without any more examples. Even if they still hurt my feelings whether it was a lot or little.

But I don’t want to make anyone feel guilty or be pitied, that’s not at all what me venting about this is about. I just thought that maybe if I was able to write this down I’d stop being consumed by the thoughts of it all the time. I want to move on, I really do. I’d like to focus on the friends now that actually talk to me but it’s so hard because that was one of the longest friendships I’ve had with someone where we were that close for that long.

#idk #idk what this is #rant #personal rant #venting #story #storytime #true story #bored #sad #whatever #because i can

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nine-mp3 · 4 years ago

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- a one-shot inspired by OnlyOneOf’s Love going back to black hair recently

- vampire!love / jisung

- reader!witch/warlock

- word count: 1755

- warnings: blood mention, narrator only curses once, other than that it is very pg-13

Lifting up the hatch to the roof of the cabin, you carefully move your way up to the surface. The cool night air of the forest is inviting; promising for days when you couldn't sleep, too many thoughts in mind. You walked across the ceramic tiles, careful not to slip. In one of your hands was a can of Coca-Cola, a favorite drink of the mortals in the world. And it so happened to be the same for yourself though you were a witch/warlock. As for your other hand, you held a medium-sized juice pouch with dark red liquid contained inside; it was made of primarily cranberry juice and other herbs, a known supplement for blood that only witches or warlocks can make. A very popular consumable in the supernatural market.

You sat down at the other end of the roof, a few feet away from the trap door, and set down the juice pouch, while opening the coke. As you take a sip, the carbonation hits your nose strongly, making you wrinkle your nose for a moment. A black and tawny cat, Chestnut, leapt up from the trap door. She walks over, joining you, brushing against your arms. Though it seemed like the cat was accompanying you, she in reality was waiting for someone else. But you give the cat what she wants anyways; attention, rubbing her head generously.

It wasn't long till said person came, as they had promised to do so the other day. You barely had enough time to blink when someone appeared besides you without any warning. Most people would be shocked, or perhaps fallen off the roof. And that is speaking from personal experience, from when you first befriended Jisung.

You eventually got used to it; being friends with a vampire simply just came with these surprise appearances. It’s one of the lesser terrifying things in the world when you think about it, considering the life you live as one kind of supernatural being as well.

Chestnut leaps out of your arms without another thought and into his, purring endlessly into his chest. Jisung laughs, happy to greet an animal who wasn't afraid of him. Hands running through fur, he hugs the cat with the same amount of affection.

"You made it. And on time," you said, a smile reaching your face upon seeing him.

"Did you think I wouldn't show up?" Jisung asked, his dark crimson eyes moving away from the cat to look at you.

He idly played with Chestnut's paws as the cat rested on his lap now; it was quite scary to see a cat be in the hands of a vampire literally, wary of Jisung's long dark nails. But over time, you came to know that he was one of the gentler vampires in the world. And cats knew better than all of us; Chestnut wouldn't approach Jisung if she felt he was dangerous.

"No. It's not an easy travel route to here, I mean," you said, setting down your can of coke to poke the straw into the juice pouch you had reserved for him.

He scooted over closer and was mindful not to jostle the cat in his lap as he did. Jisung smiled giddly, teeth and fangs showing, as if he was a child receiving sweets, and took the juice pouch from your hands to take a sip. You watched as his image changed once he took a generous glup and swallowed; he ran a hand through his black locks of hair, before leaning back against his arms. The light from the night stars made his pale skin glisten, even more than usual. It's hard not to look at him.

And here's the confession; you thought Jisung is very beautiful. Vampires just came with good looks. He's not the first vampire you've met in your life either. Safe to say most of them are assholes and only have one goal in mind: to survive. As for him, he is both beautiful inside and outside; the supernatural transformation did not take away his ability to be kind or blurr the meaning of it. You assumed it took a great amount of willpower to do such a thing. Comparing the life of a mortal to a vampire, it was drastically different.

"Worried that I can't handle a couple of forest demons?" Jisung asked then, elbowing me playfully.

"I guess it's something like that... anyways, do you know what day it is?" you responded.

"March 20th? Or is it one of your witchy / warlocky holidays?"

"...Witchy / warlocky holidays? Name one."

"Halloween."

"Huh? That one applies to all supernatural creatures-"

Jisung snickered, seeming to enjoy the confusion on your face. You knew he was joking then and shoved him to the side as hard as you could with your shoulder. Unfortunately, vampires have insane super strength in this world also; your physical shove did nothing to him. It might've hurt just your own shoulder in the end. The vampire, unmoving, laughs even harder.

"God, you're annoying. I'll send you across the field with a fireball if you don't shut up," you said, folding your arms and rolling your eyes in irritation.

"You like me too much to do that," Jisung responded, his smile turning into a knowing one.

In moments like these, when he was making fun of you, it was easier not to look at him out of spite. Jisung teased you relentlessly, but it was part of the friendship. You did the same back, except this moment was particularly different. The meaning of this day. The vampire notices your demeanor, the seriousness, and stops laughing.

“Aw, come on...I know what day it is, y/n. March 20th, the Spring Solstice. The anniversary of the day we first met," he said now. "I remember and...it's not something I would forget."

You didn't immediately look at Jisung again when he said that. It was because no one had ever said anything like that to you, the level of genuineness you felt from his words; it caught you off guard. Warmth had crept up on your face, paired off with the sudden acceleration of your heart. This wasn't something you can hide from a vampire though, it was more out of embarrassment to not look at him now. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Jisung's face become written with surprise.

It was probably also good to note that a witch’s /warlock's blood was particularly toxic to vampires, which was another reason why it wasn't hard to become friends with him in the first place; you didn't have to worry about him thinking of you as a midnight snack.

There was a good moment of silence as you attempted to muster the courage to find a way to respond to that and of course, explain why in the world you were reacting this way. You were trying to figure out for the longest time about how you truly felt about Jisung; if you were confusing feelings of friendship for...something else. The last thing you wanted to do was to ruin it all.

This had happened several times and before Jisung could ask any questions, you teleported away from him. And you were about to do that again. He seemed to have anticipated the move and grabbed your hands, a tight grasp, preventing you from casting the spell. This forced you to look at him, though mainly out of your own surprise. There was a concern on his face now instead, and you couldn't miss the dilation of his pupils either; this made you know, whatever you were feeling, Jisung mutually felt the same. You felt stupid for not seeing it sooner; it made sense since you did literally disappear every moment before you could see his reaction every single time. But you were only scared.

“Sorry,” you blurted out, breaking the heavy silence. “I’ve just been confused and I don’t know what this all means and you’re like my best friend and I don’t want to lose you and you know how complicated it would be for beings like us and-”

Jisung removed one of his hands to cover your mouth, stopping you from talking.

“Okay. Now when I remove my hand you’re going to breathe. Sound good?”

You nodded, complying with his words. When he takes his hand from over your mouth, you inhale and exhale as directed. Looking back over to Jisung, he has an assuring smile on his face. He held both your hands in his again, his thumbs gently stroking in comfort. You noted that Chestnut the cat had gone from his lap; she must’ve thought you two needed to work something out when sensing tension from you and fled. It was one less thing to worry about.

“So, all of that...was the reason why you kept running away?” he asked.

“Yes. It was,” you admitted, the feeling of embarrassment returning.

Jisung laughed lightly and you saw it now, his own shyness visible.

“It’s hard to find the words...but I honestly wondered if you’d ever really think of me that way. I know that I have this irresistible beauty-”

You rolled your eyes for the second time today at that statement, almost wanting to retract your hands, yet he again prevented you from leaving until he finished his sentence.

“- let me finish! But we both know it’s the vampire charm, blah, blah. Anyways, what I’m really trying to say is that I do have the same feelings- I mean at least what I sense your heart is telling me and all your stinky blood rushing around like that in your veins. Since day one, if you really want this to get anymore cliche...a vampire falling for a witch/warlock, vice versa...happens once in a blue moon, doesn’t it?”

Of course, Jisung still manages to joke while making a confession out of awkwardness. Yet you couldn’t be any more happier though. You pulled your hands away from his to wrap your arms around his shoulders for a tight hug, not minding how cold he was. There was no hesitation from Jisung either, his own arms immediately moving to loop around your frame, enjoying the warmth that emitted from your body, tucking his head against yours. The two of you spent a while like that, enjoying each other’s presence, before beginning to talk again about memories, addressing the moments where you both were dodgy; overall, catching up with each other’s feelings as the night continued on.

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ongaku-ato-kakikomi · 5 years ago

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Do you think you could do Monster Prom comforting their SO who is trying their best as a full time student? (I'm not sure if you take specific character requests but to make it less time consuming you could do only Damien unless you prefer to write the whole cast.) Thanks and I hope you have a good day/night!

(A/N): I do write for the characters individually! :3 I did all of the main ones here, though I wrote them as headcanons, so I hope it’s okay… (it’s less time consuming and I thought it would fit this request better). Anyway… hope you’ll like these!

Miranda Vanderbilt:

- She honestly doesn’t understand why you’re so stressed out; don’t you have serfs to do all your homework and studying for you?

- It takes you a little while to explain to her that, no, you don’t have any serfs to do your work and, no, you don’t want her serfs to do your work.

- It’s important to you that you succeed in your studies by yourself, even though you feel like crying and dropping everything from time to time.

- She still doesn’t quite get why you would put yourself through all that mental and exhausting pain, but she does understand that it’s important to you.

- Don’t expect her to help you with your studies: she’s a beautiful princess, so she will order her serfs to help you study while she enjoys other activities.

- She won’t necessarily notice that you might be stressing out until you start crying.

- When this happens, she might start blaming her serfs for it (execution-), but she will certainly wrap you up in her arms and whisper comforting things in your ear as she pats your back.

- She may or may not have suggested making her guards kill off your teachers at some point… and though the offer was very tempting, you told her no.

- She’s always ready to tell that order just in case you change your mind, and she might have threatened them into giving out less work so that you could ease up a bit.

- After all, you’re the love of her life; and she will do anything to make sure your happiness stays protected.

Damien Lavey:

- That boy barely manages to pass his classes, so he’s not really much of a help when it comes to studying.

- At least that’s what he believes, but he always tries his best to help you out nonetheless.

- You would make study notes for him to use to question you, but he rapidly gets confused and starts cussing at those overly complicated subjects.

- You often end up explaining your studying concepts to him, which more than often helps you learn the stuff.

- He gets annoyed pretty fast though, so you have to find other ways to study without his help.

- You don’t mind that much; it’s the thought that counts.

- If you ever get too stressed out or are about to hit the breaking point, he’s already there to help you out.

- He’s awkward when it comes to ‘saying sweet things’ and ‘comforting hugs’, but what he excels at are kick-ass hairstyles.

- It might seem a little random, but every time you feel his fingers go through your hair, your shoulders instantly relax and the loud thoughts shush down.

- It’s like getting a head massage from your boyfriend, and that’s pretty much what you need.

- He will force you to stop and watch a movie with you if he sees that you’re about to cry.

- You may need to study, but your happiness is much more important to him.

Scott Howl:

- Scott may not understand any of the subjects you have to study, but he’s the best boi when it comes to bringing a smile to your face.

- He will spend the entire day baking your favorite sweets and cooking you your favorite meals, wanting to make sure that you eat enough.

- If he somehow messes up a recipe, he will go out and come back with take-out and eat it with you in your room while you study.

- He will gladly ask you questions about your subjects: as long as you wrote them down with the answers beforehand.

- He’s not really much of any help though, because he often ends up telling you that you got the right answer (when you didn’t-) to make sure you stay happy.

- You get frustrated at him for a few moments then rapidly forgive him, kindly asking him to let you study in peace.

- If you ever get too stressed out, you can be sure that he will make you stop your studies for some well-earned cuddle time.

- He loves to hug you, so it’s honestly just an excuse for him to have you in his arms.

- He’s the best boi you could ever ask for, and he’s very happy to help you stay relaxed.

Liam de Lioncourt:

- You couldn’t think of a better person to help you out.

- Liam has been around for many centuries and knows about almost anything.

- He will gladly help you study; he doesn’t even need study cards, he remembers everything.

- If you need specific sources for an assignment, he will guide you through his own personal library to get what you need.

- He also knows about good websites to get great online articles, which he will happily provide to you.

- He will definitely create tests and exams to help you prepare for the real ones as much as you can, taking the time to explain to you why you got some of your answers wrong to make sure you understand.

- He’s so good at helping you get prepared, you hardly get stressed out about your exams and assignments.

- If you do start to panic about him, he will rapidly manage to calm you down.

- “We’ve studied and prepared you for this for weeks. I know you’re ready. You can do this.”

- If that doesn’t work; he makes you do breathing exercises and repeatedly reminds you that you’re doing great.

- Overall, he’s very proud of you, and he’s very happy to be able to help you out.

Polly Geist:

- Studying is completely boring to her, and she often tries to get you to stop studying so you can party with her.

- You often have to snap at her in order for her to let you work in peace, which she does for a few hours before she comes back whining and trying to get your attention.

- She knows that school is important to you, and it used to be important to her when she was alive, but not that she’s dead all she wants is for both of you to have fun.

- When snapping at her doesn’t work, you usually give out a sigh and accept to spend time with her, to which she responds quite happily.

- Those breaks might give you less time to work, but it definitely helps keep your stress level low.

- If you’re really struggling with a subject and are almost begging her to let you work, she will drop the ‘let’s party!’ act and settle down with you.

- She was at the top of her class back when she was alive and cared, so she picked up quite a few tricks to quickly learn and understand any subjects.

- She often blows your mind when she shares those with you, some sounding quite a little crazy, but you’re really thankful for her help.

- As soon as you’re both done, you can be sure that she’ll drag you out to get drunk; or at least watch a movie and cuddle if it’s the night right before your exams.

- She might get a little annoying sometimes, but you know she just wants the best for you, and you love her for that.

Vera Oberlin:

- Vera will only help you study if you really need to.

- She’s a smart woman who knows the importance of studying, but it’s not because she cares about her own grades that she loves doing it.

- So she only steps in when you’re either begging her or she sees that you’re on the verge of crying.

- Her confidence and calmness rapidly help you ease down as she asks you questions about each subject you need to study for, even though you feel slightly ashamed when you don’t say the right answer.

- She often gives out groans of frustration when she has to explain something to you, but she does it nonetheless because she secretly wants you to succeed and be happy.

- If she sees that you need a little more time to get the hang of something; she won’t hesitate to make her minions kidnap your teacher to get you an extra week of studying.

- She always denies doing it, but you always thank her for it.

- She will most definitely find a way to steal the answer sheets for your exams, then make you learn the specific parts you need to know to increase your success.

- You never know that she does this, and she never tells you the specific answers either, but she’s very glad to see your grades increase ever since she started doing it.

- Let’s just say she’ll do anything to help you crush the others in your classes; she’ll just never tell you how much she cares about this.

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ambrosiaicecreem · 4 years ago

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93 fun OC asks because why not (PT 1/2)

i’m splitting this up cus its a LOT, but it’s gonna be all 93 LMAO. courtesy of @lazysunjade. this one’s for YOU!

BASICS:

1. What is their gender?

Cis Male

2. What is their sexuality?

Bisexual

3. What is the meaning behind their name? Do they have any nicknames?

Silas means “the youngest”.. which is ironic really since he’s the oldest. He doesn’t really have many nicknames. He’s either just referred to by his first name or last name.

4. Do they have any siblings? How many? Are they older or younger? Which sibling are they the closest with?

Silas only has one sibling: Marcus. Silas is older than Marcus by about 4 years, but despite the age difference they are incredibly close with each other. Marcus is Silas’ best friend, without a doubt about it.

5. What’s their relationship with their parents like? What about other relatives?

Silas was incredibly close with both of his parents while they were both still alive. His only other known relatives were his maternal grandparents, and he also had a positive relationship with them before they died. He had no other living known relatives.

6. What would they give their life for?

His family. No hesitation. Whether its for his brother or his kids, if he had to make the decision to sacrifice himself for their safety, he would do it.

7. Are they in a romantic relationship? With who? How did they meet?

Silas is/was(?) in a relationship with Miss Camellia Pineda. It’s a bit complicated at this point in time but you can reread how they met here!

8. What do they believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

Part of him still believes in the old Greek myths of departing to the Underworld. But another part of him believes that nothing will really happen, considering he already had his second chance to experience something out of death and all as a vampire. It’s unsettling to him, to say the least.

9. What is their favorite color? Favorite animal?

He really likes deep shades of red. His favorite animal has always been the Black-Winged Kite, a small bird of prey that’s native to Greece.

10. What are some of their talents/skills?

Silas is a master of the arts. Throughout his whole existence, he’s studied multiple art forms, but the one’s he’s perfected are painting and sculpture. Besides that, he’s very proficient with hand-to-hand combat, specifically Pankration which is the Greek form of martial arts. He has an almost perfect memory, which comes from his special talent of being able to project his memories.

11. If they could make a mark on history, what would they like it to be?

He honestly really wouldn’t want to change much, but maybe he’d like to be credited for a certain famous sculpture that he made that doesn’t have a “known artist”.

12. How old are they? When is their birthday?

Silas is 2,346 years old and his birthday is March 20th.

13. What do they do for fun?

Silas likes to create art, whether its painting or sculpting something. He also really likes to read history books. He was asleep for a good portion of it, so he likes to read up on what he missed.

14. What is their favorite food? How often do they get to eat it?

Silas is honestly really simple when it comes to human food. He likes freshly made loaves of bread. He doesn’t eat it often, simply because of how specific he likes it. Its more of a special treat whenever he’s in the mood to make it himself.

15. What was something their parents taught them?

Silas learned how to tie simple sailors knots from his father at a young age, meanwhile he learned how to bake bread from his mother.

16. Are they religious?

In a way, he is still. He does believe in the Greek pantheon to an extent. With his rebirth as a vampire, he isn’t 100% sure anymore, but he tries not to think too hard on it at times. When it comes to practicing his religion, he makes offerings to the gods with every new season that comes.

17. Where were they born?

Athens, Greece

18. What languages can they speak? Where did they learn these languages?

Silas can fluently speak Greek, English, Spanish, and Italian. He learned Greek from his human life. When he woke up from his hibernation, he learned English, Spanish, and Italian over a span of 100 years from traveling and attending university.

19. What is their occupation?

Technically, he has none. He doesn’t necessarily need to work, but he does take freelance art jobs from the city whenever they’d like something from him.

20. Do they have any titles? How did they earn them?

No titles.. yet.

PERSONALITY:

21. What is their favorite thing about their personality?

He likes how patient he can be. His patience has been a gift, really, in moments of high stress and it really could have drastically changed things if he didn’t have it.

22. What is their least favorite thing about their personality?

He’s got the good ol “Montolvo Hot-Head” trait. It takes a lot to get him genuinely angry, but when he gets mad.. he gets MAD. He’s almost blind to it and reacts entirely all on emotions, as seen when he punishes all three of his kids for something only one of them did.

23. Do they get lonely easily?

I’d say he does. Especially with how attached he’s gotten to Camellia in such a short amount of time.

24. Do you know their MBTI type?

I think Silas would be ISFJ: the Defender. Protective, warm, and caring.

25. What is their biggest flaw? & 26. Are they aware of their flaws?

He’s too forgiving, almost to the point of being a total pushover. He’s taken a lot of shit, specifically just from his ex-wife Serafina, but he still gave her the courtesy of explaining herself to their kids instead of just telling them himself. In hindsight, he shouldn’t be giving so many chances to people who’ve only proven to continuously fuck him over. He is WELL AWARE of his flaws, and he’s taken responsibility for them.

27. What is their biggest strength? & 28. Are they aware of their strengths?

His sense of loyalty. Whether its to his family or someone who he’d consider as family, if he’s needed, he’ll be there. He’s aware of it, but he tries to humble himself and doesn’t really focus his attention on it that much. He’d much rather focus on improving his flaws.

29. How would they describe their own personality?

“Loyal, Protective... and boring.”

30. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”?

It’s sorta a case by case thing, but he’s more flight than fight simply because of how strict vampire rules are in New Brando.

31. Does this character ever put somebody else’s needs before their own? Who do they do this for? How often do they do this?

uh, ALWAYS. He ALWAYS does this. He’s always putting other people before himself. He does it ESPECIALLY with his family and Camellia now.

32. What is their self esteem like?

He’s got a pretty average level self esteem. He doesn’t necessarily consider himself all that good-looking or interesting. He’s only recently gotten a confidence boost ever since he started dating Camellia.

33. What is their biggest fear? How would they react to having to face it?

His biggest fear is losing his kids. If he even loses ONE of them, he won’t be able to handle it. His guilt would consume him, and honestly, he’d probably just lose himself in order to be with them again.

34. How easily do they trust others with their secrets? With their lives?

Silas doesn’t really trust others with his secrets all that much. I mean look how long it took just for him to reveal the truth about the divorce. He’s the same way with his life. He only trusts a select few with that as well.

35. What is the easiest way to annoy them?

Just by being overly obnoxious and in his personal space.

36. What is their sense of humor like? Give an example of a joke they would find humorous.

“Dad, did you get a haircut?” “No, I got them all cut!” He’s a dad. Dad humor is in his blood at this point.

37. How easy is it for them to say “I love you”? Do they say it without meaning it?

Silas will only say “I love you” to someone that ISN’T his family if he GENUINELY means it. If he doesn’t feel it from the instant spark, then odds are he’s not going to ever really come to say it.

38. What do others admire most about their personality?

He wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s extremely open to others and caring and protective.

39. What does their happily ever after look like?

Well I can’t just spoil that. It’s gonna be the ending!

40. Who do they trust most? Is that trust mutual?

Marcus, Angelina, and Camellia. That trust is all mutual.

PHYSICAL PROFILE:

41. What does their laugh sound like? Do they snort when they laugh? How often do they laugh?

Silas has this kind of hearty laugh. Its very warm and inviting. He’s been laughing a lot more lately with Camellia being a sort of light in his life.

42 & 43. What is their favorite & least favorite thing about their physical appearance?

He likes his hair. He thinks its the most interesting thing about himself, physically. He doesn’t really have a least favorite thing about his appearance? He just considers himself to be really average for the most part.

44. Do they have any scars? If so, what are the stories behind those scars?

He does not have any real noticeable scars.

45. How would they describe their own appearance?

“Tall, a bit on the skinnier side, and boring clothes.”

46. How easily can they express emotions? How easily can they hide emotions?

He tends to wear his emotions on his face really easily. He knows how to hide them though, but he chooses not to.

#sims 4 #ts4 #aic: the montolvos extras #silas montolvo #answered asks

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perspective-series · 5 years ago

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Freezing Perspective (5)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Fear, panic, extreme cold/almost freezing, mentions of dying, being ignored, unwanted touching, and feeling helpless

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“Wow.” Patton said, after a few hours of Logan teaching him. “Humans know so many things.” He said in awe.

“Well, I’m certain your kind knows many things that we don’t.” Logan offered, closing his textbook. “After all, you view the world from an entirely different perspective. The knowledge you would gather, therefore, must be different as well.”

“I doubt it.” Patton said, looking down. “And even if we did, it’s not nearly as amazing as all of this.” He motioned to all the textbooks they had gone over the past few hours.

“But we don’t have to worry about survival as often.” Logan argued. “The pursuit of knowledge only became so vast after the human race was able to settle down.”

Patton nodded. “It is hard to take things in when you’re more focused on surviving.” Patton agreed. He then sighed. “I wish borrowers were able to settle down.”

“I thought you did live here.” Logan tilted his head slightly in confusion. “Are you nomadic by nature?”

“Oh! No, I do live here. I meant settle down as in, like, not have to survive but just able to...live. Like humans do.” Patton explained himself.

“I see.” Logan nodded. “Yes, that would certainly be difficult, even with assistance.”

Patton just nodded at that. “But, I am happy that you’ve given me the chance to learn this stuff. I never thought I would say this but I’m really glad you found me.” Patton smiled up at Logan.

“Well, I’m certainly happy to have met you as well.” Logan returned the smile, then began to stretch as he sat up. While it was certainly fun teaching Patton, his muscles were quite sore after lying on the carpet all afternoon.

Patton smiled before he heard his stomach growl. He blushed lightly, placing a hand on his stomach. What time was it? Did they accidentally skip lunch?

“Would you like to join me for dinner?” Logan asked, tactfully avoiding saying anything. He would have extended the invitation regardless.

Patton nodded. “That sounds nice.”

“Alright, be back shortly.” Logan slowly stood up, making his way into the kitchen. He began pulling out the ingredients for spaghetti, as that was the pre-planned meal of the day. Although as the water began to boil Logan realized this might be a difficult meal for a borrower to consume.

Patton watched Logan leave and took this chance to finish the page in the open textbook on the ground. But once he was finished he looked toward the kitchen. Deciding to stretch his legs, he started walking towards where Logan was at.

Logan got the sauce going in a separate pot, searching through his cupboards for anything that might assist the borrower with dinner. He dug through the drawers, pulling out a small teacup saucer from the back that could serve as an oversized plate. Then Logan could cut it up into smaller chunks to be eaten with a fork...but what could possibly serve as such a minuscule fork?

Patton entered the kitchen as saw Logan cooking at the counter. Patton smiled and headed towards a part of the counter, taking out his hook and beginning to climb up it.

Logan froze, hearing a small ‘clink’ sound to his left. He looked over, spotting a fishing hook embedded into his cabinet. Was that before? A string dangled from it, and as Logan leaned back he noticed a small figure climbing it. “...Patton? What are you doing?”

Patton paused in his climbing for a moment to look up at Logan. He grinned. “Climbing!” He resumed and pulled himself up onto the counter, taking his hook and rolling it back up.

“Are you certain that’s safe?” Logan raised an eyebrow.

“Of course! I do it all the time!” Patton exclaimed, shoving his hook back into his bag. He walked closer to Logan, looking at the pots and pans set up on the stove. “What are you making?”

“Spaghetti.” Logan answered, giving it another stir. “Although I must admit I had this planned before I realized I would have company. It might be a bit of an unfortunate choice on my part.”

Patton blinked. “Why? It sounds good!”

“Well, it may be a bit...messy.” Logan admitted. “And I’m not exactly equipped with utensils for someone of your stature.”

Patton tilted his head and then grinned. “Oh! You don’t have to worry about that.” Patton dug through his bag and brought out his tinfoil fork. He held it up for Logan to see. “I have this!”

“Oh.” Logan peered at what Patton was holding. “Of course, I was silly for thinking you would be unprepared.”

Patton giggled. “It’s okay!” Patton put his fork away for now. “But the spaghetti should be fine. And I’m excited to try it, I don’t even know what it looks like.” Patton admitted.

“It’s noodles and sauce.” Logan explained, noticing the noodles seemed to be ready. He dished a small amount onto the saucer for Patton and a larger portion on a plate for himself.

Patton stepped up to the still far too big plate and looked it over. “Wow…” He said in awe. Honestly, it looked so good. Patton took out his fork, eager to see if it tasted as good as it looked. He ate a bite after blowing on it and hummed in pleasure. “This is so good.”

“I’m glad you enjoy it.” Logan smiled, digging into his own portion.

Patton nodded and ate until he was full. Of course, there was still a lot left but he couldn’t eat another bite even if he tried. “Thank you so much Logan!”

“Oh, you don’t need to thank me.” Logan took their dirty dishes and put them in the sink. “It certainly is no inconvenience to me.”

Patton smiled and watched as Logan took the dishes. But then, suddenly, something shifted. The constant low hum Patton hadn’t even noticed until now was gone. But before Patton had time to wonder what it had been, a chill went through the air and he hugged himself, shaking slightly had the cold. Oh, that must have been the heater, once again shutting down.

Logan noticed the chill as well, frowning in the direction of the thermostat. “This is ridiculous.” He looked over to Patton, noticing the borrower was already shivering. He came closer, concerned. “Are you alright, Patton?”

“It’s c-cold.” Patton shivered. It was amazing how quick the temperature could change.

“Hang on, I’ll grab a blanket.” Logan rushed out of the room, grabbing the one that rested on the back of the couch. It was less warm than the one on his bed, but it would have to do. He bundled it around Patton as best he could, surrounding the little man.

Patton pulled the blanket around him but was still shivering. “It’s still cold…” Patton whined.

“I apologize.” Logan looked down at his hands, wishing he could do more. The human paused, remembering when Patton had cuddled up to him last night. Perhaps he could do more, using his own body heat.

“Patton, may I pick you up?” Logan asked.

Patton blinked at that and bit his lip in thought. It was nerve-racking, the idea of being in the human’s hands. But this was Logan. Logan had only been kind to him, not to mention he was asking for his permission to do so. Patton had little doubt that if he said no, Logan wouldn’t do anything.

He also remembered how warm Logan was last night, and right now he really wanted that kind of heat. So, he nodded.

Slowly, Logan reached out his hands and cupped them around the entire blanket bundle. He held it close to his chest, making sure to keep the borrower safe and supported.

“Is this better?” Logan asked, tilting his chin down to look at Patton.

Patton could feel the warmth as soon as the hands scooped him up. He hummed in contentment, snuggling deeper into the blankets and Logan’s chest. “Yeah…” He sighed out.

Of course, now the cold was beginning to effect Logan as well. He gave a slight shiver, heading to the bedroom. There he carefully climbed under the covers, pulling a second blanket cover around Patton and himself to keep them both warm.

Patton shifted a little and did his best to look up at Logan with a smile. “I wish more humans were like you.” Then maybe borrowers wouldn’t have to hide.

“Agreed, most humans are fools.” Logan nodded. “Although under such circumstances I don’t think my talents as a human radiator would be as unique nor appreciated.”

Patton giggled before yawning and snuggling closer. “Is it...okay if I stay the night again?” Patton asked, just wanting to be sure.

“Naturally.” Logan assured him. Usually it would be far too early to turn in for the night, but with the heat down again Logan doubted they would be going anywhere soon. Besides, he had already finished all his homework earlier in the day due to the borrower’s eagerness for knowledge.

“Thank you.” Patton said and then closed his eyes. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep.

Logan looked down at the borrower, so peaceful. He felt a strange attachment to Patton, despite having known him for only a small period of time. Was this what it felt like to make friends? Logan had nearly forgotten. It had been so long since he had met Virgil, but certainly the way he felt about Virgil was equivalent to the bond he felt with Patton. Indeed, Logan even felt that familiar instinct to try and keep Patton from harm.

Logan nestled into his bed and slowly drifting off to sleep himself, his hands kept protectively cupped around Patton.

***

This was taking longer than Virgil initially thought it would. But that was mostly due to the crap instructions that was given to him. Why did these things have to be so complicated. But he was determined to finish this tonight, just so he wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. He clicked on his next playlist and continued building.

“It’s really boring in here.” Roman called out, tossing a bead up into the air and then catching it again. It had been left behind in his bag and was one of his only forms of amusement these past few hours. Being a captive had quickly become more dull than frightening.

Roman paused, hearing a distant hum disappear. He sat up, trying to gauge what that could be, when a chill began to overtake him. Roman shivered, rubbing at his shoulders with his hands.

“Not again.” Roman muttered.

Virgil barely noticed the heater turn off, his hoodie keeping him warm for the moment. He started to screw the roof onto the dollhouse.

Roman got up, forcing himself to stay mobile. If he sat still the cold would surely overtake him. Instead Roman began to pace the length of the box, rubbing his hands together.

Once the roof was secure, Virgil opened the entire dollhouse and got to work on hooking up the lights inside. This was where it was going to get a bit more difficult. Roman had chosen a dollhouse that had working lights, apparently. Making his job harder in setting this thing up.

Roman huffed, watching his breath come out in a small puff. What was taking so long? This was ridiculous! By the time Virgil finished, at this rate Roman would be a borrower-popsicle. Clearly Roman needed a blanket or something, and while Roman loathed to ask the human for help it was his only option.

But how could he gain Virgil’s attention? He had been yelling at the human merely to annoy him with no response for hours. Now that he actually needed the human to listen, he was completely out of luck.

Roman’s foot hit the bead as he was walking, sending the little plastic ball rolling a few inches. Roman grinned, looking down at the yellow bead. Perhaps he wasn’t completely out of luck after all.

The borrower grabbed the bead, stepping back in the box so that the human was just within his sights. Taking aim, Roman reeled back his arm and chucked the bead with all the strength his frozen limbs could muster. The bead soared through the air, hitting its target.

“Ah!” Virgil cried, more in surprise than pain. He rubbed the back of his hand and looked behind him, his eyes falling on the box. His eyes fell lower and towards the bead, which must have been the thing that hit him. He sighed and took his headphones out, scooting over to look in the box. “What?”

“It’s f-freezing.” Roman stated the obvious, his teeth beginning to chatter.

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Oh. Right.” Now that Virgil was paying attention, it was really cold in here. He watched Roman shaking badly. “Crap.” Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to try and ignore him. He reached in and picked Roman up, holding him close to his chest as he took to a stand and looked around for the best thing Roman could use to warm up.

“Y-you know, if you’re planning on killing me, I prefer a swifter method.” Roman was only half-joking, feeling his muscles begin to untense as he gained some warmth from Virgil’s surrounding presence.

“Roman, I already told you I’m not going to hurt you.” Virgil sighed, though he should have been more careful and paid more attention. He settled on putting Roman on the bed, letting him use the comforter for warmth.

Roman pulled the edge of the blanket around himself, looking positively grouchy. This would be a perfect location to slip away from Virgil, and yet now if he went back to the walls Roman would surely freeze.

“You could have fooled me.” Roman huffed.

Virgil crossed his arms, glaring at Roman. “Look, I really am just trying to help you. You think you could be a little more thankful?”

“Thankful?” Roman raised his eyebrows incredulously, letting out a laugh. “You forgot me in a drawer, stuffed me in a pocket, and nearly let me freeze in a cardboard box.”

Virgil bit his lip. “Well, I mean, I...could be doing a better job.” Virgil admitted. “But still, my point still stands. I’m doing this for your, like, health and stuff. No offense, but have you seen how pale and skinny you are?” An unhealthy kind of pale and skinny when compared to Virgil’s similar look.

“That is how most individuals who nearly became an icicle look, yes.” Roman’s glare darkened. “And offense taken.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’m almost done with your dollhouse, so hopefully you’ll have that soon.” He still had to put in the small furniture it came with though. He still had quite a bit to do.

“Oh joy, I get to be a grown-up bean’s plaything.” It was hard to tell which being was more annoyed at the other, but Roman certainly felt his annoyance was more justified.

“You’re the one that chose it.” Virgil said. He then paused. “And, I’m sorry, what did you call me?” Did he hear that right?

“...a bean?” Roman’s tone was puzzled, clearly unsure what he had said. “A human bean?”

Virgil blinked. “...You mean human being?”

“No, human bean.” Roman insisted. “It’s what you big people are called.”

Virgil snorted. “Uh, no, sorry. We’re called human beings.” He couldn’t believe Roman actually thought that. It was cute, not that he would admit that out loud. “And I think the human in the room would know better than the borrower.”

Roman felt his heart plummet slightly, having forgotten he had already revealed that secret. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Roman fibbed.

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Right. Sure you don’t.” He said sarcastically. He looked back at the dollhouse and then back at Roman before sighing. He didn’t trust Roman to stay still but he didn’t want to move Roman away from warmth either. So, it looked as if he would have to finish the dollhouse tomorrow.

Instead, he grabbed his phone and and climbed into the half of the bed not occupied by Roman.

Roman felt the surface beneath him shift under the human’s weight, looking up at Virgil with a puzzled expression. “What about that?” Roman asked, raising a hand to point before pulling his hand back into the warmth of the blanket.

Virgil shrugged. “I’ll finish tomorrow, it’s getting late anyway.” Not that he was going to bed yet but still. He started to scroll through Tumblr.

“Oh.” Roman wasn’t sure how to feel about that. He certainly wasn’t eager to get a new cage, but he also didn’t want to spend another night forgotten in a drawer.

“Yep. But you’ll have it by tomorrow night.” Virgil started to blindly reach for the light before pausing and looking down at Roman. “You need anything before I shut the light off?”

Roman shook his head, burrowing further into the blanket.

“Alright.” Virgil shrugged and turned the light off. He burrowed a bit more into his covers before continuing to look at his phone.

Roman couldn’t believe his luck. “You….you’re not going to put me in the drawer again?” Roman said incredulously.

“Nah, I figured you’d be warmer out here.” He glanced in Roman’s direction. “Don’t think you can try to escape though. I’m a light sleeper and not even going to bed for a couple more hours.” He was sure Roman would fall asleep before him, anyway.

Roman knew he could manage, but with how cold it remained it still wasn’t worth chancing it. Still, the heat had to kick back on eventually. If he could just wait out the night, maybe he would be lucky enough to have a chance.

Virgil yawned but continued to look through his phone. He was already getting sleepy though, probably cause of the cold. He glanced over at Roman but he looked to still be awake. He needed to at least wait until the borrower was asleep.

Roman was no fool. He gave a big show of yawning, laying his head down and closing his eyes. His ears, however, stayed alert, listening for the telltale signs of a sleeping human.

When Virgil glanced over again about a half-hour later, he saw Roman sleeping. Maybe. He reached over and gently prodded the borrower to make sure.

“Hey!” Roman’s eyes shot open, jerking away from the touch. He glared up at the human. “What was that for?”

Virgil smirked and drew his hand away, turning back to his phone. “I knew it.” Roman wasn’t going to pull a fast one on him.

Roman’s expression fell further, realizing he hadn’t fooled Virgil after all. “I was nearly asleep, you know.” Roman fibbed. “Before being so rudely interrupted.”

“Uh huh.” He didn’t believe Roman for a second.

“Why aren’t you asleep, anyways?” Roman looked at the phone in Virgil’s hand.

Virgil shrugged. “I don’t usually go to bed until around 2 or 3 anyway. But for tonight, it’s mostly to make sure you don’t go anywhere.”

“Well, it’s too cold to go anywhere.” Roman admitted. “And you’re already in bed.”

“Nice try. Still not gonna risk it.” Though he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t getting tired already. Stupid busted up heater.

“Fine, your funeral.” Roman smirked. “I’ve got all night, I can sleep in your mangy pocket. You’re the one who has to stay up for classes.”

Virgil turned to narrow his eyes at him. “...I’ll go to sleep when you sleep.”

“I’m going to sleep!” Roman insisted, making another show of stretching his arms and yawning. He shivered as his arms felt the cold air, pulling them back into his blanket nest.

“We’ll see.” Virgil turned back to his phone.

Roman closed his eyes, going back to his charade. This time he kept his muscles tense, ready if Virgil tried to prod him again.

Virgil waited 20 minutes before reaching over and gently prodding Roman again.

Roman gave no reaction, pleased he had prepped for such an occasion.

Virgil hummed but no reaction could still mean that Roman was awake. He reached over with his other hand and carefully scooped Roman up into both of them. Gentle enough that if Roman was asleep he’d stay asleep but would surely make him freak out if he was awake.

Roman felt his heart begin to race, curling in on himself slightly on instinct. What was Virgil doing? Was he really going to make him prove he was asleep? Er, fake-asleep?

Virgil raised an eyebrow when Roman didn’t react, at least, not that he could see. Maybe he really was asleep this time.

To test further, he switched Roman to one hand and started scrolling through his phone again.

Slowly Roman began to untense, realizing that Virgil wasn’t hurting him. But was Virgil just going to hold him all night? That would certainly make escape...difficult.

Virgil held Roman for 20 minutes before putting his phone down and looking back down at Roman. “Huh, I guess you really are asleep.” He said softly. Surely if he was awake he would have freaked out by now. He set Roman back down on the bed and then shifted himself to get some sleep.

Roman grinned slightly to himself, using his other senses to figure out that his plan was indeed working. Virgil truly thought he was asleep!

Virgil looked at Roman for a few more moments. “Goodnight, Roman.” He said quietly, despite Roman unable to hear him. He then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Roman smirked, peeking at the snoring human. Light sleeper indeed. Now if only the heat would cooperate, Roman could actually break free.

It seemed Roman’s luck had finally turned around. Just as he thought this, the familiar hum kicked back on.

“Perfect.” Roman grinned, feeling the room begin to heat up. Once it became bearable, Roman crawled out of the blanket, trying not to shiver from the lack of warmth. It would soon be warm enough again. Roman glanced at Virgil, still sleeping peacefully and none the wiser. Not wanting to waste any more time, Roman gripped the edge of the comforter and slid to the ground.

He was nearly there. The entrance was under the bed, and now there was nothing standing in his way. Sprinting the last few feet, Roman opened up the entrance and breathed in the familiar scent of the wall tunnels.

Of course, tomorrow he would have to start figuring out how he was going to move houses in the middle of winter. But for now, at least he was free.

#gt #Giant/tiny #thomas sanders #sanders sides #infinitesimal!sides #au #borrowers #human!logan #human!virgil #borrower!roman #borrower!patton #platonic #freezing perspective #part 5

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r-ahh-mi · 6 years ago

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You Got What I Need (Part Three)

Part One II Part Two II

Rami Malek X Fem Reader

Summary: Y/N and Rami are costars and friends with benefits who run into something that could potentially change both of their lives when you realize your period is late and you begin to show early signs of being pregnant. The both of you decide to take an in home pregnancy test to, hopefully, find some answers and see where your future could potentially lie.

Warnings: Talks of pregnancy, swearing (cause I have a filthy mouth..whoops), and some angst.

Word Count: 4.6k

Hope you guys like this longgggg chapter - Let me know what you think! Enjoy.

“Oh thank god”, you sigh with your hand guiding itself to your heart, somewhat clenching it and begging the rapid beat to simmer down even the slightest bit.

“What’s it say?”, Rami peaks over your shoulder at the test, curiously trying to distinguish his fate, or rather the both of your fates.

“See the line right there? That means not pregnant”, you spin around and smile at him as you place the test back onto its spot on the counter.

He mutters a ‘fuck’ as his arms wrap around your waist, spinning you in a 360 degree motion around your microscopic bathroom that is only perfectly situated for two people.

“That’s a good ‘fuck’ right?”, you squeeze yours eye together, trying to distinguish Rami’s lack of describing words, but a quick nod of his head brings you both to the same page.

That was close. You were both so fucking close to losing so much, or rather, having to accommodate for so much. The worst part was you weren’t sure how to prevent something like this from happening in the future. You were using birth control and doing so in a responsible manor... there wasn’t much to scold yourself over really. Regardless, it was done and everything was going to be okay.

“If you want I could show you a reaaallllyyy good fuck.” Rami teased as he placed his hands on your hips, his shining eyes were nearly enough for your panties to throw themselves across the room and have your way with him right then and then.

God he is fucking delicious.

“Could you now?”, you cocked your eyebrow upwards at his severely tempting and severely hot words.

You weren’t sure what backwards universe you were currently alive and breathing in, but it felt like a complete dream. You were on a successful tv show, you were making good money, and you were in this, whatever you want to call it, with a sweet and hot guy. A Genuinely sweet guy, not some asshole with plastic emotions that was only being nice to you in order to gain something, because he had gained what he could’ve from you already, and yet he kept coming back for more and kept staying a little extra time just to have a chat with you.

This was something real and it’s terrifying because you felt the same. If only time allowed you both to pursue anything more...because you would like to pursue so much more with him and yet you were stuck in this situation, not a terrible one, but certainly not ideal, at least on your end. Because as good as this was, being able to call him something other than your ‘fuck buddy’ didn’t sound half bad and being committed to him is something you had already decided you were.

You needed to take a step back though. This was all your feelings and your thoughts; who knows what he was thinking and feeling for you. It could be the complete opposite of your thoughts. Maybe this is the kind of arrangement he wanted? Maybe he wasn’t the relationship type? Although, your late night talks and chats between filming at work proved he seemed to be keen on long term relationships. Oh god, what if he had a secret girlfriend and you were the other woman? What if-

“Always thinking, I swear.”

You hadn’t realized how long you had probably zoned out for, until you heard the familiar deep, raspy voice of the man whose very existence was consuming your thoughts.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about things.”

You let a small smile grace your lips as you looked up at him. His eyes giving you their undivided attention, his bottom and top lip both tucked in towards one another as if he was studying you, his hands lay slack by both of his sides, and his fingers, though they were dangling towards the ground, kept occasionally brushing and entwining with yours.

“Tell me what you’re thinking”, Rami uttered as his hands began to massage up and down both of your arms. “I feel like we always talk about me, I want to know more about what goes on in your head so often to keep you zoning out like this.”

But you couldn’t tell him. No way. Absolutely nooo fucking way. If you were to even remotely begin to explain to him how you wanted something more than what you and him currently had, it would just make everything complicated because what if the feelings weren’t mutual? Then you’d probably stop sleeping together and then you’d have to deal with seeing him at work and, god, everything would just get so incredibly awkward. You couldn’t say any of this to him.

“Just relieved is all”, you shrugged nonchalantly, attempting to keep a smile on your face. “I’m just happy we don’t have a child coming anytime soon. We’d be so fucked.”

You figured Rami would be nodding and smiling, agreeing with your every word, but his expression sent you another message. A much more questionable one.

He was blank. Unreadable and unemotional; just blank. Was he disatisfied with your words? My god, did he actually want you to be pregnant? You both were in your 30′s so it wasn’t as if you were both too young and broke to afford a child... but still! No way on earth was raising a child with someone who wasn’t your significant other on your agenda, plus, you were much too busy with your career.

“Now you tell me what’s going on in your head”, you patted his grown out wavy hair as he sent you a sweet smile.

“Okay, but you can’t get creeped out on me okay?”, you tilted your head and put both of your hands on his chest.

“Dear god, did you want me to be pregnant?”, you whispered the last three words.

“No, no! Of course not, no”, he shook his head quickly, but kept his expression calm. “I was just thinking it wouldn’t have been the worst thing to happen to me if you had been.”

What in the mother fucking fuck was that suppose to mean? Well, clearly it meant exactly what he said, but honestly; what? If you had been pregnant, he would’ve been okay with it? Would he have wanted to keep it? Would he have wanted you both to move in with each other and raise this child with two of its parents around? Would he want a boy or a girl?

Wait, why are these thoughts coming up? You’re not even pregnant and yet here you are, planning everything out and questioning everything as if you were. Get a grip darling, get a god damn grip.

“Would you like me to elaborate”, he spoke through a laugh. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

Trust me, a ghost would’ve been more on your agenda then having been pregnant and Rami actually wanting this child. This imaginary child, that is.

“Would be quite nice. I’m just a bit.. shocked is all, you know?”

Rami nodded, clearly being understanding of how you were reacting.

“I was just thinking...”, he trailed off, glancing down at his hands that were resting against the bathroom counter top. “We each make a good living and... and I don’t know. You would make a great mother so, would it really be all that bad? I mean, some people who don’t even get along have children with each other. We would’ve been a good team I think.”

Your eyes were stunned and widened as you gulped down an imaginary lump in your throat, clearly just trying to perform some sort of bodily reaction to all of this to make sure you hadn’t gone totally numb from his so very honest words.

He thought you would be a great mother? He really fucking thought that? He barely even knew you and he was already assuming things about you, most likely, to just fill in the mold he had of you in his mind. Don’t get it wrong, you guys had a great friendship and an even better sex life, but Rami didn’t know you. He may think he did, but did he really?

“I just made things weird, didn’t I?”, Rami ran a hand through his hair as he backed himself against the plain colored wall of your bathroom, never taking his eyes off of you, but you still remained dough eyed and silent, unable to form a proper reaction because you honest to god couldn’t think of one besides being stoic.

“Say something please? I didn’t think what i said was all that bad. I just think we work well together is all.”

What does that mean- what does that fucking mean? That we would be good parents together or that we would be good partners together?

“What makes you think I’d be a good mother?”, was the first thing to come out of your mouth, or rather blurt from your mouth as you folded your arms in front of your chest, putting up an imaginary guard between you and the boy you were fond of, yet were also so scared to let in.

Rami puffed some air into his cheeks as he bobbed his head from side to side, making his eyes remain glued to the ceiling as he ventured deep into his thoughts. Thoughts of you, thoughts of this ‘almost’ baby, but primarily thoughts of you and him, together.

“You remember that one time.. maybe the second or third time we slept together and you and I made a little fort in my living room because we got snowed in?”

Your frozen facial features soon began to de thaw at the precious memory. One that was filled with a full 28 hours of you and Rami coexisting together under one roof. Him preparing dinner and you preparing breakfast the next morning, him throwing yours and his clothes into the washer and you tidying up the comforter and pillows in his bedroom. It was the first taste you had really ever had of what it felt like to be in committed relationship with someone, and yet you and Rami were anything but. Nevertheless, it was a pleasant memory.

You simply nodded as the vivid images racked through your mind.

“I feel like I saw you. I mean really saw you. I felt you open up to me and show me this domestic side of you that I hadn’t encountered before and.. I don’t know. The domestic role of motherhood seems to suit you.”

The domestic role of motherhood suited you? How on earth could he pass that strong of a judgement on you from a mere set of hours spent in a snow covered New York apartment building. How could he even pretend to know you when he truly, truly did not. Or maybe he thought this domestic side of you was the real you?

Sure, you could say that was your own fault for not being as open as he was with you, but that just wasn’t you. Regardless of the strong friendship you both held, you weren’t an open book, merely a locked diary and you were the only keeper of its key and, you thought, shame on him. Shame on him for only admiring your ability to be domestic when you were so much more than a housewife. God, if you had any career in mind, being keeper of the house and home was probably the least favorite of yours.

“Please..please don’t.” You shook your hand in front of your chest as you silently squeezed past Rami and exited the bathroom. You kept walking, ignoring the obvious loud footsteps trailing hot behind you, but you just kept going.

Your mind was looking for something, anything to busy yourself with because even if he wanted to have this conversation, you could pass off an excuse to wash the dishes or, you know, do some domestic shit, just like he liked.

Your fast walk ended up taking you to the washer and dryer set in your kitchen as you hustled towards the machines, remembering that you had a freshly done load in the washing machine.

Thank god.

Your hands began busying themselves - throwing in article of clothing after article of clothing into the dryer and the actions were working to distract you from the inevitable conversation, but not enough to distract Rami.

“What the fuck Y/N?”

“What”, you kept your eyes and hands busy with the laundry as he stood mere inches beside you with his hand resting atop the stacked washer and dryer combo.

“You just walked away for no reason. Talk to me.” His words were so soft and slightly begging me to simply talk and do so freely and openly without regret or worry.

“I don’t want to talk right now Rami. I need to do chores and-“

“That’s bullshit”, loudly, his hand came in contact with the metal of the machine as he slapped his hand against it. His clear sign of frustration was something you hadn’t encountered before and shocked you a bit to see him so physically displaying his emotions.

Although you were surprised, you kept your expression blank as you continued creating more work for yourself to do, now moving over to the sink and turning on the hot water in preparation to do the small amount of dirty dishes you had leftover from your previous meal.

You heard his feet tap against the hardwood floors and you felt the warmth of his body as he pressed his front against your back, but you continued scrubbing your dishes that weren’t even too terribly dirty to begin with.

Rami’s hands came into your view as he placed them directly on either aide of your body. You didn’t turn around and frankly you pretended as if his hands never came into your vision in the first place, but he didn’t dare fall for your silent treatment or your busied behavior.

“You don’t fool me a bit”, his deep voice traveled directly into your ear as his chin placed itself on your shoulder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you lied as you turned the hot water off and picked up a dry rag from the counter to wipe your hands clean.

Rami admitted his defeat with a loud sigh as he removed his hands from beside you and shoved them into the front pockets of his dark jeans. Clearly, he wanted nothing more than for you to speak to him honestly and that wasn’t a ton you could give him, you knew that, but what was the point of opening up to him? Nothing would come of it, except you would both be a little more open with each other, but that was it. It’s not like the more he got to know you, the more he would fall for you and then you two would skip off merrily down a road leading to fuck knows where. That was logic and right now you needed logic to remain mentally stable during this entire, whatever you call a friends with benefits pregnancy scare.

But now you were upset about him not really knowing you when you were the only reason he didn’t know you. Could you really be mad at him for such a thing when he was fighting so hard to get into your mind and see what you see and love what you love?

“I’m sorry... you don’t deserve that”, you turned around and faced him.

“You’re fucking right I don’t. I was telling you you’d make a great mother and then you just distanced yourself like that from me. Why?”

You shrugged an honest to god shrug because you didn’t know. Rami was nothing but nice to you and he was able to open up to you nearly right away and yet you couldn’t reciprocate that feeling. You hated that you couldn’t, but, again, that just wasn’t you. No matter how hard you tried, you gave Rami fake smiles at times when talking about past memories and you never, ever, told him the genuine emotions you were feeling. You merely closed up, everytime, maybe giving a nod or a smile to show you weren’t a totally numb person, but that was all.

“I’m not a housewife.”

Rami squinted his eyes at you, trying to distinguish where this conversation was headed.

“Okay? Well, I nev-“

“You said some bullshit about me being domestic and that’s not who I am. Sure I can do some dishes and fold a fucking towel if needed, but I’m not some little damsel who wants to stay home and take care of a household, okay? That’s just-that’s just not me.”

The volume in your voice had risen to a much louder tone, without you even realizing it until you said the last sentence; that’s just not me.

It’s true, that wasn’t you, but even you had to remind yourself that it wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world if you had been pregnant. It would’ve twisted and turned your entire world, but adjustments would’ve been made and things would’ve fallen into a comfortable routine eventually.

“You’re seriously mad because I complimented your domestic skills?”

You nodded at Rami’s words as he let out a small sarcastic laugh as he distributed his weight from one foot to the other and doing so continuously as you both just stared at one another.

Yes, you seemed mad and irrational and maybe you were, but that didn’t exclude your feelings and right now you were mad, but you couldn’t decipher who you were mad at; you or him or both? Right now, you decided it was him.

“That’s not me,” you repeated, “don’t act like you know who I am when you don’t Rami.”

He was furious, you could tell by the way he sharply inhaled through his nostrils and griped his hands together tightly as they folded in front of him.

“You’re fucking kidding me right?”

You shrugged, “What’s there to kid about.”

Mumbled profanities faintly feel from his lips as he began to pace the floor; back and forth, and back and forth he went like a chiming clock. You watched him closely, the way his jaw was tightened, his hands were stuck by his sides, balled into tight fists-he was angry, so fucking angry.

“You do realize the only reason that I don’t, quote on quote, know who you are is because of you right?”

You knew it was true, you knew about your emotional wall, but all you could do is shrug again.

Rami’s loud breathing began to simmer down as he stopped pacing and stood directly in front of you, his hands reaching out to you, potentially to hold you by your waist or to hold your hands, you weren’t sure, but you granted him neither. You merely kept them folded tightly against your chest.

In defeat, he dropped his hands to his sides again and with a sigh he started walking towards the door, which was only a few feet from where you were curently standing.

You didn’t fight him when he began putting on his coat and you didn’t beg him to stay as he slipped his shoes onto his feet. You were a statue.

Rami grabbed his keys out of his coat pocket and tucked them into his hand as he twisted your front doors knob.

“I’ve been trying so hard to get you to be open with me...” he glared at you from the door way, “and you won’t budge. I just want to know you and you won’t let me and then you get mad at me for not knowing you I just-“

Rami shook his head as he took a step towards the door, “I don’t know what you want from me.”

With that he left. Neither of you texted or called or even shared so much as a ‘hi’ or ‘hello’ when you’d see each other while filming.

You ruined everything. You knew you did.

•••••••••••••••••••

“...and you said you’re having nausea in the morning and severe back pain?”

You nodded from your seat on the bench set in the small doctors office.

“Any chance you could be pregnant?”

You shook your head, “No, I took a test around two weeks ago and it came out negative.”

Your doctor nodded her head as she scribbled down some unknown words on her clipboard and took a seat parallel to you.

“How about we do another test, just to be sure. You said you’ve been sexually active in the past month, correct?”

You nodded, infact you’d been sexually active up until 15 days ago when he walked out on you, for good cause, you had come to terms with. You deserved to be “ghosted” so to speak. You were being wildly irrational that day and you still couldn’t pin point why his words hurt you like they did when, in fact, you were the one at fault and you were the one not letting Rami properly get to know you; the real you that hated reheated French fries, but adored early 2000’s rom coms.

“Another test is fine”, you shrugged as the doctor patted your shoulder and exited the room to prepare everything for the second pregnancy test you were taking this month.

You weren’t worried a bit, you knew you weren’t pregnant and the test you took from the comfort of your own home already told you the exact same thing, so you figured this was just for the doctors file so they could totally rule something out and get to the bottom of your sudden nausea you had first experienced the day after you and Rami’s less than delightful conversation.

Now, you were having to run out, during the middle of you filming a scene, to go find the nearest bathroom or, honestly, any sort of trash can so you could relieve the upsetting pain in your stomach. Hence, why you were here, in a blandly colored small room, scrambling to put on your real clothes and shed the hospital gown from your body.

Several minutes passed before the doctor returned, cup in hand and thorough instructions on the nearest bathroom, what you had to do, although that part was not so much needed, and how it would only take an hour or so to find out the results.

You took in all of her words, though you felt them to be useless, seeing as you weren’t pregnant, and obeyed her instructions as you headed for the bathroom.

•••••••••••••••••••••

Coffee in hand and a bagel in the other, you briskly walked back to the studio to continue filming for the day, after your brief doctors appointment.

New York was so cold today. Your expensive winter coat wasn’t enough to keep your arms from shivering in the cold air everytime it hit your face, feeling like pins and needles, and the coffee in your hand wasn’t doing the trick either.

You nearly sprinted as you caught sight of the studio and your hand was on the door knob right as you felt your phone vibrate in your coat pocket. Although your body was desparate for warmth, you didn’t want to answer your phone inside at the chance that they would be filming and then you’d get death glares thrown at you for ruining a scene.

You quickly removed your glove from your hand and swooped your finger across the screen, “Hello?”

“Hi, this is Lower East Side Medical Office, is this Y/N?”

Just then Rami walked out of the door you nearly just walked in to, cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other. You both made brief eye contact before diverting your eyes to your surroundings, as if you were strangers. God, you hated how distant you both were now.

“Yes, this is she”, you answered, leaning your back against the brick wall, merely 20 feet from Rami who was in the same position as you.

“I’m just calling about the results of your test today.”

“Oh right, okay”, you stuttered as your eyes briefly glanced over at Rami as he exhaled a puff of smoke.

“Well, your pregnancy test came back positive so we are going to need you to come in sometime this week for an ultrasound. What day and time works for you?”

“What!”, you nearly yelled as your coffee dropped to the ground, splattering all over the pavement and catching the attention of the dark haired boy next to you.

“Are you sure? Cause I already took-“

“Yes we are sure. Doctors test are more thorough and accurate compared to in home tests, but we won’t be 100% sure you are pregnant until we get you in for an ultrasound.”

No way. Absolutely no fucking way was this happening.

A loud sigh left your lips as you kept your gaze fixed on the empty coffee cup gracing the pavement. Your hands were shaking and you suddenly started sweating even though the temperature couldn’t have been more than 20 degrees.

There had to be a mistake. There just had to be.

“Uhm.. okay, uhm..”, you stuttered, unable to form proper words or proper sentences because, holy shit, you are fucking pregnant.

You didn’t care that you hadn’t gotten an ultrasound yet and that there was possibly still a very slim chance the doctors test was wrong. It would explain your nausea which you now could see was morning sickness, and the back pain was listed under early signs of pregnancy when you intially googled your symptoms. Come to think of it, mood swings were also specified as early symptoms, which would very well explain your ridiculous reaction to Rami calling you domestic and oh fuck.

What do you say to Rami. Do you tell him? Do you raise this baby by yourself? Do you even keep the baby? Better yet, should you move out of the country and assume a life of celibacy?

“Hello?”

The words of the woman on the other line pulled you back together as you mentally went through your filming schedule for the week.

“Sorry, Sorry. What about uhm.. Friday? Is Friday a good day?”

Despite your scattered brained and shakey body, you managed to type in the date and time of your next appointment into your calendar, immediately after ending the phone call.

Friday. It was a mere 2 days away and you couldn’t stop thinking about the cold jelly that would be smeared on your still small belly and how the doctor would shift this device against your skin where it would magically project the image of your womb onto a screen. A most likely not empty womb either.

But instead of the cute mental image of a man and women, holding hands and smiling at the first sight of their child, your fate would be much, much different.

A). You would be alone, shaking, potentially crying, and wishing silent hatred to yourself for getting yourself into this situation or B). You wouldn’t be alone, you’d have Rami, but the room would still feel so cold and distant because you both would be just that; cold and distant towards on another like you have been so recently. No hand holding, no smiles, just a lot of empty silence and wide eyes.

But what was still up for debate was you even telling him. He already went through the scare of taking a pregnancy test with you and then the relief of you not being pregnant. Did you really want to drag him back into that situation? Especially when you both weren’t on such fine and dandy terms?

God I need a drink. Oh wait! I can’t even drink now.

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bluerosesburnblue · 5 years ago

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GOD THANK YOU. I’m so tired of people hating on Sword and Shield when we no zip. I understand being upset you can’t take your Pokemon over (I know I’d be worried if my fav wasn’t a guarantee and even now I’m nervous about some Pokemon I really love not being there) but holy shit that’s not a reason to be calling game devs lazy oh my god.

I think the worst part is that if you know anything about game development, then you know it’s probably not laziness, too. There’s a post I’m gonna reblog at about the same time as this explaining why, at some point, they were going to have to cut Pokemon from the game. Right now there’s 809 Pokemon. If you include new Pokemon currently revealed for SwSh (and add in six more for predicted evolutions for the starters) then that bumps us up to 830 individual Pokemon. But that’s not 830 different models. We have to account for gender and form differences, too, which could be anything from a new texture to an entirely new model for quite a few Pokemon!

There’s a reason that the number of new Pokemon each generation has been less than 100 since they made the jump to 3D. It’s difficult and costly to make and implement that many 3D models. Either they were going to have to keep releasing less and less Pokemon every game (which limits creativity and freshness of gameplay) or just flat out cut things

And then there’s just development stuff that people aren’t aware of. “They future-proofed the models!” They made very high poly models with the intent of using them in future games, yes. That’s why Sun/Moon/Ultra Sun/Ultra Moon lag extremely hard in Double Battles. But there’s A. No guarantee that the models were 100% compatible with the Switch’s hardware and didn’t have to be heavily edited to be used and B. No guarantee that they didn’t have to be retextured. Which they have been. The Switch has a wider color range and different shaders than the 3DS, and it’s very apparent in the trailers that SwSh intends to make use of that

Also, GameFreak... doesn’t make the Pokemon models. They’re outsourced to Creatures, Inc. Which is just another layer of bureaucratic red tape slowing down game production. It may not have even been GameFreak’s call, but rather something they were forced into conceding to due to complaints from Creatures, Inc. and their own programmers having difficulty balancing the gameplay around so many creatures

Like, I get it. I have a lot of dumb favorites that probably won’t make it in. I’m almost certain that the Ultra Beasts are going to be cut, which sucks because I’m a big fan of Kartana and would love some more development of Ultra Space lore (biggest missed opportunity in USUM, honestly)

But right now we just don’t know all that much about the game, and I’ve really liked what I’ve seen do far. The idea of making Pokemon Battles in this region a huge sports tournament is really fun for worlbuilding, aesthetic, and gameplay! I LOVE how all of the Gym Leaders are wearing sports uniforms. The emphasis on family is back from SuMo with Leon/Hop and Magnolia/Sonia and I’m really excited to see where those storylines go. The cities are gorgeous. I don’t mind Dynamaxing because they’re using it in fun ways, like stadium battles and raids. Speaking of raids, they streamlined the multiplayer stuff so well! We haven’t actually seen what camping entails yet, but it sounds interesting. And the game is so colorful and bouncy and you can tell that they really invested a lot of detail work into the environments to really make the aesthetic work (all of the text is readable in their own, made-up alphabet! There’s cute advertisements everywhere!) Like, there’s so much going right with the design of this game (and before people get on my case, design and modeling are different things)

When I saw the Let’s Go games get announced, I went “those don’t look like games I’m particularly interested in, but I hope some people have fun playing them and fall in love with Pokemon through them!” Let’s Go takes place in Kanto only includes Kanto Pokemon and their Alolan forms. I don’t have any particular nostalgia for the Kanto Pokemon or the region (tbh, I find both of them to be the most boring in the franchise), but like... a lot of people either really love Kanto or are newcomers who don’t have a frame of reference for anything else. Or are old anime fans who never played a game. The gameplay is based on Go, which I’ve never played and was never interested in. And honestly, I’m kinda sick of seeing Kanto and Kanto Pokemon in everything. But you never saw me bashing Let’s Go, or telling people they weren’t allowed to like or be excited for the game. I recognized that the games didn’t appeal to me, didn’t buy them, and stepped back and let other people enjoy

In fact, there’s a lot of things about Let’s Go that I actually like! I’m a big fan of the updated Gym Leader outfits and gyms. I think that a lot of the environment work is very well done, especially all of the neat little posters everywhere! The addition of cutscenes like with the Marowak ghost and encountering Legendaries are all very nice little additions. And the partner Pokemon are just so cute when you pet them!

People are just so hung up on demanding more while knowing even less. They’re acting like because they’re fans, they have to buy the games even though they don’t want them. The Pokemon Company makes decisions based on budget, time, cost-benefit, etc. calculations that they have internally that we’re not privy to. (Also, The Pokemon Company, GameFreak, and Creatures, Inc. aren’t the same thing and I imagine that quite a few decisions that people find “questionable” were made as compromises between all three to keep things running smoothly)

The games aren’t immune to critique, but critique is more than just criticizing. Critique is being able to pick out the things that work, the things that don’t, and the possible ways that things can be improved. And even then, sometimes your ideas for how things could be improved just aren’t workable solutions. The people complaining need to stop letting the mob mentality hate train control them, stop acting like they’re owed anything as consumers because again, they haven’t actually consumed anything except advertisements yet, and keep an open mind that development is much more complicated in practice than on paper

#liz's shenanigans #sorry i went off i just have so many thoughts about swsh #and very few people are saying the things i am #don't even get me started on the wingull 'animation' complaint from the treehouse at e3 #the issue isn't the animation it's that the animation doesn't fit the ai pathing applied to it #but i think i've gone on long enough for now #long post #disneydreamlights #liz answers

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toomanysweaters-moved · 6 years ago

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So I guess, for those interested in the My Hero Academia OCs...

Name: Original unknown. Had it legally changed to “Nanashi No Gombe” (essentially, and intentionally, just means “Nameless Mr. So-and-So”. Yeah, translations aren’t perfect, I’m well aware).

Nickname: “R@tking” is his screen name. He doesn’t make an effort to give himself an identifiable “villain persona” since he doesn’t really care.

Occupation: Hacker for hire, for lack of a better term.

Quirk: “Data Touch”. In simple terms, he can convert digital data to “mental data” that can be stored in the human brain, & vice versa, as well as transfer said data to viable storage (be it a hard drive or someone else’s brain). All of which can be done through just a touch.

*Some things he’s done, canonically, are: save the entire Bee Move Script to his long-term memories, upload Bonzi Buddy onto a hero’s brain out of spite, and change a villain’s native language to Klingon.

Origin: Came as a result of a Quirk Marriage between a technopath and telepath, trying to breed a child with both their quirks (I.E. Todoroki). When the child immediately seem to have any power over minds OR technology, and even seemed to be quirkless, they disowned him. Only for him to discover his abilities on his own later in life. And use it to his own ends.

Name: Kumo Oshiro.

Nickname: The awfully generic “Spider Queen”, as she loves to call herself. She’s honestly much more of a princess, though.

Occupation: Assassin.

Quirk: “Armored Arachnid”. There’s no real explanation needed; she’s a fucking spider-centaur with an exoskeleton stronger than steel that looks like something out of a Monster Manual. She’s terrifying.

Origin: Her father, a deadbeat nobody Yakuza with a worthless “spider silk” quirk, was an avid user of Trigger in order to make himself useful. As his criminal career seemed to slow to a crawl, he had the wonderful drunk idea to have sex while on pumped full of the stuff... and as it turns out, using a quirk-amplifying super drug while having unprotected diddly doo can come with some very severe consequences.

Name: Mai Akino.

Nickname: “Chimera”. Well, I mean, that was originally her nickname for her villain verse, but looking back on it now I like it more.

Occupation: U.A. Student! Second year!

Quirk: “You are what you eat”. She can mimic the traits of animals she consumes; grow deer antlers, bear claws, snake fangs, shark gills, things like that. If that sounds familiar, I’M WELL AWARE a character with almost that exact quirk ended up appearing later in the series... she was my first OC, and I made her before reading the manga. But hey, it actually ended up really cute because she looked up to Tamaki...

Origin: This absolute fucking angel. Her mother, who was a retired pro-hero with a simple “cat” quirk, raised her to be the softest, sweetest, most hard-working little thing with high moral values... at least, before she ended up suffering fatal injuries from what was suspected to be a random criminal encounter. The last thing she did for Mai was make sure she was taken care of; got her applied to U.A. like she’d always wanted.

*Tl;dr DEAD MOMS DEAD MOMS DEAD MOMS DEAD

*... also, her dad is a mystery to her.

Name: Masami Akiyama.

Nickname: “Comeback, the Delinquent Hero”.

Occupation: Pro Hero. Runs her own “Hero Office” in Hiroshima... which, in actuality, is just a cheaply refurbished gym in the bad part of the city. She only wanted her own office because she didn’t like other people telling her what to do, much less what she was doing wrong.

Quirk: “Kinetic Adaptation”. Complicated explanation aside, the jist of it is she can essentially become as hard as the hardest thing she’s gone up against, and hit as hard as the hardest thing that hit her. So, persay, if she got shot with a gun and survived, she can now punch with equal force to the bullet. Similarly, if she were to punch a brick wall at full force, her entire form is now as tough as said brick wall... at the cost of bloody and possibly broken knuckles.

*She compensates for the fact her quirk inherently ends up with her having to get hurt by being a fucking bruiser. A self-taught martial artist that doesn’t fight fair whatsoever, and ends up fucking up criminals without even needed to use the quirk she gets her nickname from.

Origin: Nothing particularly special about her. Just a girl that came from a household with an overly strict, unloving mother... and in turn, grew a nasty temper and a resentment for authority. She didn’t originally plan on going into the Hero Program, despite a desire to do good... but, the appearance of the hero Midnight made her reconsider.

*She’s a no-nonsense hero. She does her job, and does it really well, but doesn’t do it pretty. She works within the limitations of the job, and doesn’t actually do anything that goes against the rules, but... she has a very poor public opinion because she isn’t flashy and can be pretty brutal.

*A student muse interning under her actually compared her attitude to that of Eraserhead, in that she doesn’t care for the “celebrity” side of hero work and just wants to do her job, which I think was pretty apt.

Name: Undecided! I never actually got to finishing up her blog, but did have the intention of having most of her family actually be from the United States if that can give you any indication.

Nickname: “Parlor Trick, the Magician Hero”.

Occupation: Pro Hero, but very recently out of school. Probably still working as an assistant to more experienced heroes.

Quirk: “Magician’s Secret”. Can, seemingly, will all manner of magical shows & tricks into existence by her desire alone... a very odd quirk with unclear functions and even more unclear limitations. No one actual knowledge of it seems willing to explain it, either.

Origin: She and her quirk come from a family of hero’s, passing along thee same quirk; all originating from her great grandfather. who was of the first generation to actually gain quirks... and actually used it to become a legendary magician, until he was officially ousted as having used his powers to “cheat” and is remembered as being completely fraudulent. Ever since, the rest of her family have become very successful heroes and constantly work to bring good-wil back to their name.

Name: Also undecided. Never got around to her blog, either.

Nickname: None. She’s barely a villain in the traditional sense, so coming up with a edgy alias was never big on her list of priorities.

Occupation: Urchin, in that she’s legally homeless and survives by what she can steal. Albeit... she’s not doing THAT poorly.

Quirk: “Sinkhole”. Does exactly as described- it’s a powerful emitter quirk that can create huge fucking sinkholes. Pretty much useless for direct combat, but is great for causing a big scene that people will run away from and hopefully not get injured by, leaving her to raid store shelves unimpeded under the guise of it being a normal disaster.

Origin: She was born to a fairy decent couple, with a fairly decent early life... sadly, it all changed when her quirk activated the age of ten, during the stresses of a natural earthquake... in which, in it’s uncontrolled state, she ended up accidentally destroying her home... and, although it’s arguable, causing the deaths of her parents. She ended up orphaned, and after wasting a five or six years at the orphanage... she just walked out and decided to make a life for herself.

*Without a proper education, family, or support though... there wasn’t many options for her. One day, she tried shoplifting, was caught, and in the stress of the situation... her quirk activated again and caused a panic. Everyone went running thinking it was a earthquake... which gave her ample time to take whatever she wanted on her way out. And thus, her “occupation” became clear.

I think, at this point, I should probably just make a BNHA Multimuse.

#She says I'm her spirit animal... // OOC //#not blog related #was on tangent and wanted to explain all of them bc i love them #i'm gonna have to make a fucking multimuse when the storm is gone aren't i

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berryshortcakes · 7 years ago

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Yoonkook social media AU: Strawberries & Cigarettes

PART 13/20

(first / previous / next)

High school senior Jungkook is a perfect student and son. Rarely goes outside, does all of his homework, reads books, writes poems and draws people. But what his parents don’t know, that he also goes to parties and night adventures with his older brother and best friend…

What happens when Jungkook meets college junior with the attitude of a bad boy, Yoongi, at one of the parties..?

Yoongi stood on the porch of a medium sized, two story house, his hands full with two bags filled with snacks and alcohol, and dwelled for a moment in front of the front door. The reason why he’s standing here is because Jeongguk was having a hard time and he reached out to Yoongi for help and it’s not like they haven’t hung out before but this time it felt more serious and complicated and- why was there a sinking feeling in his stomach?

Yoongi took a deep breath and rang the doorbell hesitantly. He heard some muffled bumping and a few seconds later the door revealed a really tired-looking boy in front of him. He was wearing sweatpants and a big dark hoodie with the hood almost hiding his really messy hair. His eyes were still red from crying earlier. Yoongi’s heart dropped at the sight of this Jeongguk - so gloomy and worn out.

“Soju delivery for sad boys,” Yoongi says, shooting a smirk towards the younger boy. He felt like he accomplished a very important task, even if it’s just seeing a small smile appear on Jeongguk’s face.

“You don’t really look like a delivery boy,” Jeongguk responded, eyeing the usual leather jacket and ripped jeans Yoongi was wearing.

Yoongi huffed, “Yeah, I give more of a really angry, careless, scary bad boy vibe, don’t I?” he smirked, slipping through the door and setting down the bags he brought.

Jeongguk seemed to think for a second. “No, more like a caring softie who comes to help his friends when they’re sad right away,” Jeongguk mocked, but there was a note of thankfulness in his voice and he had that small hesitant smile on his face. Yoongi didn’t wait to smile back.

“I’m always happy to help a friend when they feel down,” he admitted while slipping off his boots, when Jeongguk took the bags with snacks and alcohol into the living room.

When Yoongi joined Jeongguk in the living room, the younger boy was already halfway through taking out the contents of the bags. There were various kinds of chips, cookies, chocolates and a few bottles of soju and cans of beer covering the table. Jeongguk took out what looked like to be the last items from the bag.

“Oh, you even brought ramyeon,” he said, surprised, while turning one of the cups of instant noodles in his hand. He took a deep breath. “Thank you, uh,” Jeongguk trailed off, looking at his feet sheepishly, “for all this.”

“There’s no problem,” Yoongi assured and grabbed a can of beer from the table, opening it and flopping himself on the sofa. Not long after, Jeongguk was also sitting on the sofa a foot away from him, hugging his legs close, chin on his knees.

After a few minutes of not saying anything, Yoongi broke the silence. “So, do you want to talk more about what happened?”

A few moments passed in silence and Yoongi thought that Jeongguk won’t answer his question, but just as Yoongi was about to give up and just offer him a shot of soju, the younger boy turned his head towards him. “I…” he took a breath, “not really. Let’s just watch a movie and drink alcohol,” he reached out to take the bottle of soju and a shot glass from the table, poured himself a shot of the drink and gulped everything in one take.

“What movie do you want to watch?” Yoongi asked as he took the remote which he guessed was from the TV in the living room.

“I don’t know, maybe… a marvel movie?” Jeongguk thought for a second. “Let’s watch Iron Man.”

“Well, whatever tickles your pickle. You turn it on, then,” Yoongi said, handing Jeongguk the remote. Yoongi wasn’t really much of a fan of most marvel movies (or superhero movies in general) but he could bear watching a few if it meant that Jeongguk would feel better.

Jeongguk started the movie and they watched it sitting on the sofa (Jeongguk had also brought them both blankets just when the movie started), mostly in silence except of some movie related comments, eating their snacks and slowly consuming alcohol.

Halfway through the first movie and two shots of soju later, Jeongguk sighed, wrapped up in his blanket, staring at the screen of the TV and holding a bag of honey flavored chips in his hands. “You know, I wouldn’t ever admit it to anyone”, he spoke quietly, “but I had, like, a huge crush on Tony Stark back when I first watched the movie a few years ago. He was probably like some sort of a gay awakening for me, or something,” Jeongguk took a few more chips after he finished speaking.

“Wait what.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s really embarrass-“ Jeongguk started to explain himself, flustered, when he was cut off.

“You had a crush on that jerk? There are much better superheroes to have a crush on. For example, Cap America looks like a much better guy,” Yoongi claimed. “Why- why would you even like that asshole?”

Jeongguk took a deep breath and started counting down on his fingers. “Well, he’s really smart, ambitious and handsome, he does have flaws but he always tries to do the right thing and he-“

“Yeah, but he still is a real jerk,” Yoongi cuts him off again. “I mean, he doesn’t save people because he’s a good person; he saves them because the world wants and expects him to. Also he doesn’t care about others, only about his money and reputation,” Yoongi retorted.

“Still, that didn’t stop me from having a crush on him.” Jeongguk sighed, smirking. “Also, the suit is really cool,” he adds.

Yoongi huffed. “Whatever. But my point still stands, Captain America is a much better guy.” he took a sip of his beer, continuing to watch the movie.

The two went back to watching the movie just as before. The movie ended when they had finished two cans of beer, a half of a bottle of soju and three bags of different snacks. Jeongguk went to boil them both cups of ramyeon before starting the second movie. Halfway through the second part of the Iron Man movie Yoongi felt something heavy and warm plop against his side. He looked to his left only to see that Jeongguk has leaned himself on to Yoongi’s side, also covering half of him with his own blanket.

(Yoongi tried to bury that strange feeling in his stomach he got while looking at Jeongguk snuggling in closer to him.)

It was already past midnight when they finished watching the second movie, but Jeongguk still insisted on watching The Avengers, saying that he still wasn’t tired at all, although his sleepy voice and occasional yawning said otherwise. Despite that, Yoongi still did as Jeongguk asked and started the movie, even though he himself was already tired and felt his eyes closing.

When about half an hour of the movie passed and Jeongguk had snuggled even closer to him, Yoongi was pretty sure that the younger boy was already sleeping, but the sudden voice from between the blankets denied that assumption. “You know… my parents never really understood me.” Yoongi flinched at the sudden words coming from Jeongguk. His voice was small, unsure. It sounded so fragile, Yoongi thought it would break immediately if something went wrong. “They always did what they thought was good for me and never what I actually wanted.” Jeongguk takes a breath before continuing. “It was them who wanted me to apply for business school, not me. They never even listened to what I really wanted,” Jeongguk sounded hurt, talking about his parents and their intentions like this.

“Well, your parents are assholes,” Yoongi mumbled under his breath, not knowing what else to say.

Jeongguk sighed before going on. “So, in the end, I didn’t listen to what they said. I secretly applied to the universities I wanted, the first being the Seoul national university to study art.” Jeongguk stopped for a moment to think and then continued. “I also applied to some other universities focusing on music and literature because I’m still not sure what I actually want, although I think art is the most engaging option I want to chose from.”

Yoongi hummed, still not knowing what to say. He was still surprised at the sudden speech coming from Jeongguk, as the younger boy didn’t want to talk earlier. Yoongi was glad that Jeongguk chose to tell him about the things that bother him (even though the sudden outburst of conversation was probably because of alcohol. Still, Jeongguk didn’t drink that much so maybe the alcohol wasn’t the only reason.) as he knew it must be tough, but Yoongi still didn’t know what he could say when Jeongguk was putting his feelings and thoughts on display right in front of him this way.

Jeongguk sighed. “I thought that I would keep the applications a secret from them until I knew that I got in and then I would tell them the truth. Of course, I knew that they would be furious and all that but…” Jeongguk took a deep breath, nuzzling in closer to Yoongi. “But now that they have finally found out that I didn’t apply for business school and instead applied for arts, of all things, and even more so that they found out earlier than I planned to tell them, it all just feels… wrong.” when Jeongguk speaks again his voice sounds even smaller and more broken than before. “Now I don’t even know what to do.”

Something in Yoongi’s stomach shifts at Jeongguk’s words and the voice in which he said it. Besides, the more he thinks, the more this whole situation reminds him of his own.

“Honestly, I have never been good with giving advice,” Yoongi starts, “but I have one thing to tell you.” He sighs, turning his head to look at Jeongguk. “You should do what your heart tells you to do. And, yeah, before you say anything, I know it sounds really cheesy and not really convincing or something, but…” he trails off for a second, “it’s what got me to where I am right now.” Yoongi remembers his parents not approving of his career choice, being really mad at him for choosing to study music over their so desired medicine, but he still went his path, not listening to his parents. Then he also came out to his parents regardless of them being really unsupportive, before moving away for university. But despite all the bullshit he came through, he is still happy now, studying the thing he loves and having great friends, even if he barely keeps in contact with his parents now. (They were assholes anyway.)

“And believe me, I am fairly happy now, keeping in mind everything I came through,” Yoongi continues, glancing at the TV that’s still playing the long forgotten movie. “There also were times for me when I didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what the right decision was.” He sighs. “I guess I just didn’t let other people control my life and just did what I thought was better for me. So, although I may not be the right person to give this kind of advice, I still think you should do what your heart tells you. I think that it’s definitely your own choice to which school to apply. It’s your future, not your parents’. And, if you don’t want to live with your parents, you can move out, like, right now. You’re already an adult anyway, so I don’t think there’s really a problem. I think that your brother would let you stay at his apartment, you visit him often anyway.” Yoongi then looks at Jeongguk sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “Or… if that suits you, you can stay at my apartment for a while?” the statement comes out more like a question. “Namjoon spends most of his time at Seokjin’s place anyway, so I don’t think it would really be a problem or something…” At this point Yoongi was certainly blushing; he was more flustered than he thought he would be.

At first Jeongguk’s eyes widen at Yoongi’s suggestion but then he seems to consider it for a moment before visibly relaxing and giving Yoongi a small but surely sincere smile.

“Thank you,” he says. “I’ll consider the offer.”

Jeongguk shifts in his position again, now practically laying on Yoongi’s lap, and yawns.

“Also,” Jeongguk adds, “uh, thank you for everything. That you did today. For me. I really appreciate it.” Jeongguk smiles up at Yoongi shyly while the older boy just smiles back.

“Of course,” Yoongi answers. “Everything for my favorite dongsaeng.” he smiles sleepily and ruffles Jeongguk’s hair, to which the younger boy just chuckles.

Soon the both boys feel themselves drift off to sleep, laying in each other’s embrace, the movie silently playing in the background, completely forgotten.

There are three things that Yoongi understands as soon as he wakes up. The first one is that there was a sudden and loud bang of the front door opening, which woke him up and made him try to open his eyes.

Still sleepy and annoyed from just waking up, he registers the second thing: there is someone really soft and warm nestled against him, his own arms wrapped around the said person. The memories of last night quickly flood his mind and suddenly he feels a little bit more awake.

The third thing Yoongi knew that morning was that just when he heard a loud and clearly displeased gasp from the doorway of the living room, he fucked up.

this part was written by @ajilime pls go and give her some love. She poured my thoughts and feelings into this, she knows me so well. I gave her ideas and she was so excited to write it so here we are. I almost cried while reading... personally I think that she did a great job considering she’s a writter beginner. (i’m telling her to make a side blog so she could post her amazing drawings and sketches, and post fandom stuff... but she’s too afraid and insecure, pls give her love bcs she deserves it:()

anyway, tell me what you think, ily guys. and also I’M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR SO LONG OMG :(((

#yoonkook social media #yoonkook social media au #yoonkook au #sugakookie au #bts au #bts social media au #bts fluff #bts #yoongi #jungkook #namjoon #hoseok #seokjin #taehyung #jimin #jin #jhope #strawberries and cigarettes

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worangetravellertravels · 6 years ago

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In The Darkness of It All... A New Light Lingers For You And Your Love

(Please read until the end! The opening might sound awful but there’s a logic to this I swear)

It’s just the second day and I feel like my life is already over.

Everyone told me I was a mistake, a wreck, a consumer of joy and happiness and I hurted my beloved so bad that she would most likely never recover from the mental damage I’ve have done to her! I lay now on my bed, which feels like a coffin from where I will most likely spend the rest of my days alone.

It’s the middle of the night, or day? I don’t care honestly... I only see darkness, fitting... since it’s what I am.

???: You always know how to light up the mood don’t you?

I look to my left, suddenly a tall shadowy figure looms above me. A foul demon of disturbing aura and skeletical structure. I do not fear this creature, I welcome them thought usually I only do in dreams, and I’m quite awake right now (my sadness wouldn’t let me sleep) so... what was a Wraith doing in my room?

Wraith: YOU! - he shouts with a boastiferous tone while pointing at me

Y: If you have come to take my life I’m sorry... I already gave it away.

W: I know... and I’m sorry for being a part of your self destruction.

My eyes widden and turn my head to see the Wraith, there’s barely a face to speak off... but you can see two holes were eyes are supossed to be... and watery regret emmanating from them.

Y: What do you mean?

W: The truth is... me and many others have seen you and your friends life from a wall beyond your reality, sounds silly I know! But we saw you hardships, your relationships... your poetry. And in a vein streak of our own we deemed ourselves worthy enough to help you... selfserving and all it is what we’ve tried for you and all your friends since the start of the year.

Y: ... so you’re the voices that called me out on how horrible I made my beloved feel? Well, good for you I guess... I broke up with her 2 days ago... you got what you wanted, now leave me alone...

W: THAT’S THE THING THOUGH! We didn’t wanted THIS outcome, or not all of us at least. We aren’t exactly a one mind collective, at best we are one loudmouth, 5-6 regulars and a mysterious amount of shadows. We just all wanted your happiness... we probably failed in deliver a good idea of how.

Y: You made yourself quite clear! Every move I make, every action I do, every inaction I do hurted my beloved! I now i’m messed up and broken and ruined but you HAD to hammer the idea in didn’t you?

W: We aren’t omniscient...

Y: What? You wanted to see all what we do every single hour of our days now?

W: NO! It’s just... we are limited of what we see... and from many standards what we see of her looked like she was withering away and what we look of you felt many times... questionable.

Y: Like what?

W: That time you said you compared her to a puppy or that you could be her dog?

Y: IT WAS A METAPHOR FOR LOYALTY!

W: Or the time you dismissed her saying “this is perfect me time for watch a movie based on a novel, she won’t care”

Y: You honestly think she would have cared to see a horror movie? I KNOW SHE WOULDN’T!

W: But the option OR the offering woulld have been nice wouldn’t it? Look, we probably get a way minor look at it all, but that look scared us because from there... I looked like you didn’t even see her as a person?

Y: ...

W: We know you love her... but we are worried that romantic love is all there is for you and nothing else. The love for your family isn’t big (or existant, we don’t know and won’t really asume?) you have friends that care about you (they have been lousy at showing it maybe, but they are) you HAVE a friend who you connect in a very special and meaningful way... and somehow she is not your significant other? I know is complicated to understand but... romantic love is not all there is.

Y: ...

W: You put her on a pedestal, and everytime someone tries to ask you about it or even get a response you focus on something else. You’re hidding from your own truth? Or you are just afraid to admit that? Or maybe we are seeing thing and everything was f... yeah no, cant even finish that sentence... Something WAS wrong... but we think It’s not unfixeable.

Y: Why would you think it’s not unfixeable if all I did according to you lot was hurt her?

W: Because it is not all you have done! We know it, we forget to mention it regularly but we know it! You lift her spirits and help her grow, and she did the same for you. Between when you fell in love with her until you “accidentally” began dating? You two were great friends! But then suddenly you started your relationship and something... felt weird. Maybe you do have those old tender moments of helping each other now outside of our eyes but eventually we saw fewer and fewer of them and more dismissive moments from you and doubt from her and... I guess we panic and thought we needed you to change soon or it would be unbearable to her and in our horrible nightmares (yes Wraiths DO have nightmares) we see the situation exploding and everyone crashing down and...

The creaure stopped themselves for a moment, with a blending expression of exasperation, fear, shame and worry... it was somehow relatable to how I feel when people give me weird looks about my hobbies... huh...

W: We’re sorry... I am sorry... I wanted to help and in the end we rushed it all leaving you too damaged and...

Y: And now everything is over.

W: Do you want it to be over?

Y: What does it matter what I want? I only do the wrong thing don’t I?

W: It matters! You too have feelings that are complicated to see to us or get muddied for OUR understanding of the world... but... we do understand something from you that probably not even you have cnsidered.

Y: What is that?

W: You love her so much... you preferred to let her go that seeing her unhappy. You know how big of a proof of love THAT is? Maybe what you had wasn’t meant to be romance but your relationship does NOT have to end... both of you care for each other, maybe try to care for each other in a less restricting way? Maybe one day you can return to each other as a romantic couple and your dream’s desire will be fulfiled but right here how both of you are is not the right time... but also is DEFINITELY not over...

Y: ...

W: And that’s it. I can’t truly keep trying to write you anymore in this story Yuri (I also probably did a horrid job, I mean I even had to left you speechles twice because honestly any reaction would have been a disservice to you) I just wanted to apologize and one more time try to explain what worried us, but also admit that we forced the situation too much, I keep saying that is to not see something similar to what happened to Monika but... regardless it was too unfair to you. You still have things you can change and trust me you CAN! But some you shouldn’t though... or you would stop being you. If you want you can write your response to give this story a proper ending... but I would be happy just with you keep doing your best AND KNOWING you can.

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@ask-sayori-ddlc Anna I need a favor! Give this story to Yuri, you can read it if you want but in reality this story is for her and don’t wanna show it to the rest of the club (maybe Sayori? I dunno). Might be too personal and she obviouslly will feel embarassed? The intention is an explanation/apology for my actions... and to give an interesting epiphany I got about Yuri after yesterday’s disaster. I really hope she doesn’t take it the wrong way... I even tried to write it in a way she would like? Well... we will see... thank you.

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Notes:

We all have our limitations when helping, they aren’t valid excuses, but in context might show you some truths? We shall see...

Tomorrow, as my last story for you two... what I think you mean to each other. (Even when apart.)

Now read the story again but listening to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkc3XCJril8 (Mou Sukoshi (karaoke ) )

#a lovely word game with my literature club #worange #aworangestory #let me write my mind into your hearts #coffin #...#yes this had NOTHING to do with coffins and actually just used the word to describe Yuri's bed #I DONT CARE!#xD

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sugaskoffee · 7 years ago

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smoke with me | one-shot

↪ Min Yoongi × Reader

↪ Genre: very soft (af) angst

↪ WC: 2.3k

⤵ Sometimes lonely strangers shared a cigarette...

It's hard not to get a rush of nostalgia when revisiting an old place, sound, smell, word; something dear to you.

Something as simple as watching a sunrise on the last day of summer bears more meaning than a picture of it. Something vain as the earthy smell of early autumn holds pockets of memories that unfold before you like the feeling of smiling after a long cry; all so bittersweet. Especially missing something that you can't get back in the way it once was.

That feeling. That feeling. It's what you felt when thinking of him.

Hands fiddling with a solid square of metal, your sleep-deprived eyes kept blinking from the lukewarm wind. Dawn was creeping up with every slow minute, splashing light onto the dark canvas of the sky. Your bare legs were covered in goosebumps despite the cement being warm beneath you. If not for the morning cold pinching your nose, you would've most likely laid back and fallen asleep.

You didn't know how long you sat outside the building, occupying one of the wide stone-built steps, but it didn't feel as long as usual. There was just something about the night --the world seemed to stop when the moon took over.

A deep sigh pulled you out of your head. The guy in your peripheral vision was sitting a mere foot from you; your co-worker, Min Yoongi.

Shoulders rolling in a stretch, your hands continued to fiddle with the metallic lighter in your grasp. You never looked away from the brightening horizon.

There was a shift, then a low mutter of curses, then you felt the need to look over.

Bleached hair covered with a knit hat, dark almond eyes, black sweater, plain jeans, and dry lips holding a cigarette which had yet to be smoked.

A smile lifted one side of your mouth and you outstretched your arm, offering the boy the lighter that wasn't even yours.

"Thanks," he muttered, voice rough as the smoke he constantly inhaled. "Want one?" He pulled out another cigarette from his pocket. You didn't care to smoke at the moment but you took the stick anyways.

It sort of became a routine between you and him; smoking in comfortable silence after your work hours in the club ended.

But today was the weekend. Neither of you on shift. Your manager threw a midnight party for all the employees at his place, which ended with everyone passing out around three in the morning.

You decided to sober up from the drinks you consumed by getting some air and found that Yoongi thought the same. You ended up sharing silence with him till the sunrise. A Deja Vu came upon you but you tried not to dwell on thoughts of the past; it was dead anyway.

"You waiting for someone to pick you up?" Yoongi asked, bringing you out of thought. Him speaking up meant it was time to soon neglect this shared moment between the two of you.

"No," You shrugged, eyes averting to the cigarette in your hands. "I walked here. Since it's not far from where I live,"

The blonde hummed; inhaling in, exhaling more smoke. "Sounds tiring." A pause. "I'll give you a ride.. if you want."

You blinked over at him, lazy smile shaping your lips. "First cigarettes, and now rides? I'd say you're starting to like me, eh?"

Picking up on your jesting tone, Yoongi let out a single huff of a laugh, dry lips curling up just slightly. "Listen, do you want the ride or not?"

"I should say yes before you regret asking me and take your words back." You said, teasing grin holding your lips.

"Already regret it."

Chuckling, you shook your head. He didn't have to worry about that; of course you didn't expect him to actually take you home.

Looking up front, you found the sun up in the sky in its full circular form. It burned your eyes to the point of seeing purple spots, but you smiled at the warmth it radiated on you. With sunlight kissing your skin, the breeze didn't seem all that cold anymore. With Yoongi beside you now, your heart didn't feel all that pained.

Sadly, all of this was but for a moment. You just wished you could bottle it and drink it in whenever your heart was missing again.

Sighing, you slipped the unsmoked cigarette in the pocket of your oversized bomber jacket and stood up. Pulling at the hems of your shorts, you slid the hiked-up denim further down your thighs before making it down the handful of steps. The sun was up; the best part of the day was over with and it was officially Saturday. Time for you to journey your way back to your apartment and get a good shut-eye.

"See you Monday." You said, shoving both hands into your pockets. You tried your best not to look over your shoulder at Yoongi. You failed.

The blonde tilted his head, confusion in his eyes.

"My car's not that way," he said before your feet could make a right turn out of the property.

"Oh, I wasn't-"

"You know," The boy rose to a stand, half-stick of the cigarette between his lips. "I meant what I said. I'll give you a ride. You look too tired to even stand."

Blinking, you watched Yoongi walk over, a small smile playing on your face. You held back from saying thank you as you followed him to his car. Giving your thanks now meant that this rare exchange between you and him had come to an end. You didn't want it to end. Not yet.

You told him your address instead.

Settling in the passenger seat, your eyes took in the interior of Yoongi's car, finding nostalgia tucked in the creases of the black leather seats and cup holders. You held back from saying all that you missed about it, but you couldn't keep your hand from touching the old price tag sticker that was on the grey glove compartment. Despite being chipped and washed out of its written price, it remained faithfully glued to the silver handle. You felt surprised that it was still there. It's been six years since it's been stuck on.

Feeling stupid touching the sticker so memorably, you decided to ask Yoongi about it.

Placing his phone into the cup holder, the blonde shrugged and the car came to a start. "I don't remember how that got there, honestly." He said. "Never asked anyone to explain it to me,"

"Oh. I just thought this was your car-"

"It is mine. It's just... I got into an accident a few years back," Yoongi spoke so calmly, so rehearsed, as if he's explained this exact issue so many times before. Hands on the wheel, he guided the car out of the parking and onto the busy road. "Ended up in a coma and woke up a few weeks later with four years of my life erased. Including me getting this car, so.."

You swallowed hard and tried not to let the discomfort in your chest show by expression. "Wow." You breathed, clearing your throat. I'm sorry was there on your tongue, but you figured he was tired of hearing it now. "That must.. really suck." You said instead, earning a small chuckle from him. Though, you didn't find it funny at the least.

"It does." Yoongi sighed. "Four years may not seem like much but it's still a big chunk of my life. Just..sucks always asking my family about what went on in my own life, you know?"

Many forbidden questions rose up your throat again; you were careful not to let them escape. That wasn't the plan.

An exhale left your mouth, heavy and collecting. Eyes focused outside the glass windshield on the cars standing in the other lane.

"Mmm, I can imagine," you replied absently. "Experienced something similar, actually. Well, not me, but someone I know -knew."

"How so?"

"Hmm?" You looked back at the blonde, not expecting him to ask.

He glanced your way momentarily, unbothered as always; one curious brow arched, finger tapping on the steering wheel. The second of silence passed too long and Yoongi shook his head, "Nevermind," He said. "None of my business."

Opening your mouth, you closed it right after. There was a war in your mind about whether you should or shouldn't tell him about your first love; a guy who ended up forgetting you because of your stupid decisions. Here you were, not less of a stranger to him, knowing that the next time you'll see him at work things will go back to the way they used to; there was no point, really.

Still. You sighed and started speaking. "He was very close to me. He also had this condition since birth that cut off a few months of his memory, and it was triggered..very heavily after a certain incident." The more you spoke, the more pain you released from your chest. It was as if you were telling him a story that you've carried with you since childhood. "Long story short, he couldn't recognize me when I came to visit him at the hospital, and his parents convinced me it was best if I didn't try; it was too much of a risk in his state. So I didn't. Not even to this day. But.. I don’t know, I should've... right?"

A red light flashed and the car slowed to a stop again. Yoongi kept his eyes on the road up front. "Were you in love with him?" He asked, tone holding nothing but curiosity.

"Yes." You swallowed. "We've been together for two years by that point."

"Then you should've tried. I would’ve tried,” He said. “And if I were him...I would've wanted to know."

You blinked away the burning sting in your eyes and turned to the window again, regret stuck in your throat like bile. "Yeah, I guess." You said. "But it was a lot more complicated than that. And it's too late to start fixing anything now."

"How long?"

"Seven years, I believe." You lied. It was nearing six. You chuckled out of nerves. "Honestly though, I don't even know why I brought all of this up.." You looked back at the blonde with an embarrassed smile. "Sorry for sorta making you play therapist."

Yoongi huffed out a laugh, shrugging his shoulders. "Well then, sorry for not acting on my part, I guess."

A light laugh left your mouth and the heavy tension in the car dissolved.

Nearing a familiar street, you told Yoongi to take a right turn.

"You know," the blonde said as his vehicle slowed outside your apartment building. "I really don't think that it's too late for you to tell him. Things might not go back to the way they were, sure ...but even if things changed in both of your lives, I'm sure it would clarify a lot of things for him. Just saying."

Hand gripping the door handle, you couldn't help the emotions that welled in you from his words. You felt as if you crossed a line you promised not to cross. You talked more than you should've and if you continued, it was going to be hard to go back to the casual strangership you two had.

Still. You couldn't help asking, "You really think so?"

Min Yoongi, with bleached hair in his eyes and elbow resting on the top of the steering wheel, nodded with his usual timid, pursed smile. Despite his expression showing indifference, you saw something warm that softened in his brown eyes. You looked at him and saw home, saw familiarity.

It hurt because it was only you who saw that; he saw you as nothing but a stranger. It hurt because you wanted everything to be as simple as he told you. But, unfortunately, it wasn't.

Masking the urge to cry with a grin, you unbuckled yourself with your other hand and opened the car door.

"Thanks, Yoongi." You said. Once out of the car, you held the door agape for a minute longer, "If you ever have questions about that price sticker, call me." You winked before closing the door.

After a moment of confusion, you saw Yoongi chuckle through the tinted window, then shake his head as if you didn't know what you were talking about.

You did know.

You were the one who stuck the price tag on there in the first place. Yoongi had scolded you for "loitering" in his newly-purchased car and you laughed because he wasn't really being serious about it; you could tell by the scrunch in his nose that he was only half mad.

Climbing the stairs to your apartment floor, you glanced back, catching a glimpse of Yoongi's car making a turn out of the block. The breeze nipped at your legs and cheeks as you stood, blinking slowly, reminiscing of the past.

A heavy grief settled like hot bricks in your chest, making tears burn the back of your eyes.

You didn't understand why life brought you back to him when you made a decision to leave him in the past. But you really couldn't; just leave him in the past with the rest of your stale memories, like you promised his parents that you would. Even after years of no contact, Yoongi came back so unexpectedly that you wondered if he even existed in your life before these last six months. You thought that keeping your distance would help. That it’d make you immune to seeing him.

It didn't.

Everyone always says that you never forget your first love.

But Min Yoongi forgot you nonetheless.

You'll need to try harder to do the same.

⤴ "...not the way real strangers would."

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