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lordeasriel · 4 years ago

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ATTWN: A Look at Miss Brent

I keep circling around the idea of writing And Then There Were None meta, like a full, proper analysis of the novel, but I just can't settle down on how to do it, cause I do have many thoughts, but I can't seem to organise them in a way it will make sense. But-

I was thinking about Miss Brent today, and she's not exactly a character I have that many thoughts compared to Vera or Armstrong, but she certainly has my interest. What strikes me stronger about her is her complacency, in a way.

Let's look at the novel first: here's this sixty-something woman, a spinster who takes on girls from local charities/orphanages to train them into proper maids or whatever. It's not an unusual thing for that time based on the rest of Christie's novels, it seemed like a common occurrence for the period. At any rate, she's very righteous, uptight, her belief is almost borderline fanatical, she never hesitates over her "innocence" in front of the accusations, and the thing is: she doesn't deny shunning the girl away.

Unlike the others, who remain resilient on their innocence (Lombard the exception cause he literally confessed right away), Miss Brent never denies that she did refuse to help Beatrice. In her own mind, she didn't do anything wrong - and if we're going there, in its fucked up way, she technically didn't do anything wrong. She had no familial attachment to the girl, she didn't have to do anything for her legally speaking; morally, of course, she should have but we don't arrest people for being morally corrupt lmao Let alone death sentence them. *coughs*

But what gets me it's her complacency. You know, I'm blaming this on the windy day, but thinking about her, sitting by herself almost all the time (including when she died), she never does anything. Unlike the others, Vera included considering how Christie often writes the women isolated, Miss Brent never gets involved in either investigating or helping them to find a way out; she just sits and knits and eventually bosses Vera around or say some mean stuff to someone. She doesn't act, which is odd for us as a reader; I mean, if I was in her spot I would have already made a signal for help, even with the bad weather lmao This book heavily traumatised me anyway--

Miss Brent doesn't act, that's my main point. In her head, I suppose she expects some sort of divine intervention, in its way; not a miracle, but you know, she expected her righteousness guaranteed her safety. She sees the other deaths as punishment, she thinks them all guilty, perhaps not the General or Wargrave, but I've no doubt she considers the rest of them wicked and deserving of the punishment, but never herself. She didn't do anything wrong, she has got nothing to feel sorry for. There is a whole section, where Vera asks Miss Brent if she is not afraid or if she simply doesn't mind dying. To which she reacts exactly like I said before, like she was above them all, like death wouldn't come for her.

Now, I will just vaguely go over the show because I think their choice of handling her was an interesting one. I like most of the choices made by show, except the ending which I'll save for another day of ranting, but Miss Brent in the show behaves similarly, but her background gets deeper. For one there was two key things - I say two because I've seen two different interpretations of this - and they were 1) repressed lesbian and 2) predator. Now, these two could coexist with each other, she could have been taking in girls to take advantage of them, but I don't know, I think it would be hard for her to do that always, so I like to think if repressed lesbian was it, then it makes more sense for her crime and her reaction. It would be related to a feeling of betrayal - "I've given you a home, a job, affection and you still went behind my back to be a whore" - and it's something Miss Brent would probably not acknowledge. She was always too religious, too righteous, so Beatrice probably haunted her more in death than she did in life: no one would believe this ragged girl over any accusations - even if there was consent on her part. But that's just beside the point.

What I mean for the show is, they go in a different direction. Miss Brent's reactions over the murders are a little more in line with her religious dynamic for the show: when Tony dies, she makes a little prayer, she worries about Mrs. Rogers state when she sees her passed out (despite the fact she humiliated her earlier over being meek and weak and so on), she has a judgemental attitude towards Vera, but even that comes from a place of almost understanding? She still judges them harshly, but she is a lot less harsh to the ones she consider less harmful (aka she is absolutely distasteful about Lombard, whose crime is easily the worst crime in the show and she thinks so).

Of course, all of her views and beliefs and behaviours are based on her own lifestyle, so she is a bit blind and biased - when Lombard points out about the missionaries crimes in Africa, after she calls him out; or when she states she couldn't imagine crossing paths with a man like him, despite the fact she knows well enough they're all there because they're guilty - so she is bound to hypocrisy every now and again. But her fanaticism from the book is turned into a proper, religious attitude; she does abide by the Bible, she condemns very little her other companions (I mean, she still judges Vera over her youth and her inertia, she judges Armstrong's lack of calm, she judges Lombard because well, because of his Existence™ lmao) She is, of course, judgmental and vain and arrogant, but this is less cartoony and more realistic. More importantly, because her beliefs are much more ingrained in her life, she is afraid. She is genuinely afraid and that is an important, key change that I genuinely like.

Miss Brent has faith, at first, that they will leave the Island, so she stills acts very coldly at first and of course, she still denies her guilt, she still claims she did the right thing and Beatrice caused her own undoing. But, the show pursues the idea that Miss Brent, upon being reminded of the event, starts to feel guilt: when she is praying she hallucinates Beatrice (hallucionation was a choice they did to convey these feelings, but you could just claim that's a memory in her head); and more importantly, before her death - which happens the day after she hallucinates - her demeanor changes entirely. She goes from trying to stay calm and resolute before the tide, to feeling weary. That's important because unlike Book! Emily, she is fully aware she has committed a sin, and now whether that is her neglect of Beatrice's pleas or her own feelings for her, that's beside the point. The point is this woman realises she is very close to meet her maker and the burden of having sinned wears her down.

Miss Brent also adds "It's only wool" when Vera is pouring her coffee (which I had to crop cause Gif size), which is her redirecting her distress to something mundane (in another scene later, Vera mentions how doing the dishes is a mundane task, which she finds soothing. In fact, seeking a sense of normalcy is a recurring theme for the show, but also for the book) and ordinary. Vera, of course, notices her distress over being hunted; she shares the feeling, and I don't want to focus too much on Vera because I'll talk about her eventually later, but this shows how Miss Brent changes drastically.

On their first conversation after the dinner, Vera's impression of Miss Brent is of an uptight, self-righteous, straight-up cruel woman and she avoids her if she can help it, and truth be told, Miss Brent does act very badly and says bad things, Vera is not being touchy about it. So when Vera lays the coffee tray, she is ready to walk away before Miss Brent addresses her (she even makes a dry remark on "There is no milk, I'm afraid", which is meant to spite Miss Brent's earlier attitude over asking for perfect eggs after Mrs Rogers died and so on), and Miss Brent talks so unlike herself, a weariness that makes Vera reconsider and come back, to pour her coffee. She feels sorry for Miss Brent, because she finally cracked like the others; Miss Brent knows now that no amount of faith might defend her from this killer, because this killer has got nothing to do with a justice kill.

She stays seated, knitting again, but when she reaches for the coffee she hesitates. She realises Vera could have poisoned it (before entering the room, since she watches Vera pouring the coffee), and then she puts it down. There is a sense of danger in her, and she has no desire to die, unlike in the book where she so casually just stays behind, unafraid in her own attitude of superiority. I like this change a lot; I think showing her fear before her God enhances her religious mania a lot more, because she truly fears Divine Judgement, because she understands, deep down, that she did a bad thing; maybe not murder - I mean, it wasn't murder after all - but she still did a morally bad thing. If there is a Heaven, it won't be for her.

#and then there were none #emily brent #attwn meta #this is my tag for it from now on i'll keep it separate from hdm

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jebentnietalleen · 5 years ago

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half the lies you tell are true (i’m gonna find a piece of you)

chapter 2: lucas

His palms are sweaty as he hangs up the phone. Still, that didn’t go as bad as he thought it would go. He still can’t believe that he has been such a dumbass, why did he have to say ‘Eliott’ to his mom? It only got him into more trouble than he was ready to face.

It’s so awful that he can’t even begin to comprehend how he is going to get himself out of this goddamn mess.

The truth of the matter is, his mom was not surprised when he mentioned Eliott. There is no way in hell that he would ever be upfront about this towards him, but he has always had a weak spot for Eliott, ever since he walked into his life 3 years ago like a breath of fresh air. The day they met Eliott, shortly after he transferred to their school, was the day their friend group gained an extra member that they didn’t even know was missing before then. It might sound sappy, but that is how it felt; it felt as if Eliott was supposed to have been there all along.

At the end of the day, it comes down to this: Lucas is terrible at keeping secrets. A lack of poker face means that he needs to have an outlet at all times, and when it comes to Eliott, his outlet has always been his mom, in a way.

He couldn’t very well tell any of the boys the truth, they knew Eliott too well and it was a far too fragile subject to be truthful about.

Not only because he was afraid that they wouldn’t understand or maybe slip up and let his feelings shine through when they talked with Eliott, but also because, for the better part of their friendship, Eliott has had a girlfriend.

Lucas doesn’t have all that much experience when it comes to falling in love, but going after someone who has a girlfriend is a big no-no, even he knows that.

Sure, Eliott eventually broke up with Lucille for good, but by the time that happened, they were already such good friends that Lucas was sure that all the tactile gestures and lingering looks were just Eliott’s way of conveying his friendship.

Eliott has always been touchy feely with his friends, and was just such a kind soul in general, which makes it hard to decipher his moves.

The thing that always stopped him from being honest to his friends, was his own imagination. In his mind, he could hold entire conversations with them about Eliott. But it always ended the same: he would say that he has feelings for Eliott, and his friends would look at him like he had grown a second head.

‘Eliott?’ they’d say, ‘But he is just… your friend. You know that, right? I mean, he is friendly with everybody. It’s Eliott!’

They’d probably say it with a look of pity in their eyes to boot.

So, he never told them. Instead, in a moment of weakness, he confided in his mother.

Yes, it was weird, yes, it was silly, but truth be told, him and his mom have a really good relationship. He didn’t even mean to tell her, honestly, it just slipped out.

Thinking back on it, he can still vividly recall how it all went down. Lucas had just come home from an amazing night with Eliott, right after he met him. A night that wasn’t even planned at all.

The original plan had been to hang out at Maria’s place with Chloé and his friends. As if the fact that Chloé was super into him wasn’t stressful enough, he also was in charge of getting them all beer for a pre-drink that evening. Unfortunately, he didn’t have any money.

The rest of the gang had just riffed on him, making jokes and expecting him to come up with a solution as they walked away from school. It wasn’t until Eliott and Lucas were alone at the bus stop that he noticed that Eliott had become quiet.

‘Still no money from your dad?’ he had asked, and all he could do was shake his head. That was enough for Eliott to offer to help out and bring beer from his place, since Eliott was coming to the party with them anyway.

What followed was a night he will probably always remember. They got distracted as soon as they entered Eliott’s apartment, when Lucas noticed the drawings on the wall. Knowing that Eliott saw himself as a raccoon was somehow the most endearing thing ever, yet not surprising, once he got to know him better. Eliott offered him a beer before they had to leave, Lucas pulled out some weed, and before they knew it, hours had past and they were drunk and stoned, side by side on the couch.

Maybe it was the alcohol and weed that lit his nerve endings on fire, maybe it was the lighting that caused the atmosphere to change into something a little bit more charged, or maybe the sight of Eliott blowing smoke rings really was the final straw, but suddenly, he couldn’t stop staring at him. At Eliott. Sprawled out and relaxed against his couch, his neck exposed and his eyes hooded; he had never looked more beautiful.

When he thinks back on those early stages of their friendship, he knows that this is the night that changed things for him.

Right from the start, something about Eliott made Lucas feel brave, it made him feel like he could just be himself. That night, he played the piano for the first time in years, and sure, he felt nervous, but it also just felt right. Seeing Eliott’s reaction afterward made him feel good about himself, and that was a feeling that frankly had been missing for far too long.

Eventually, Eliott more or less had to kick him out because he was meeting up with Lucille, and he texted Chloé to tell her he couldn’t make it. Needless to say, she was not amused, and a few days later he was finally mustered up the courage to be semi-honest with her and tell her that it wasn’t going to work out between them. He might not have been ready to come out of the closet just yet, but leading her on while he could feel himself fall for Eliott was just plain cruel, he couldn’t do that to her. In the end, it was the best decision he would have made. Now, at least Chloé and him are still friendly with each other, which is for the best seeing as Yann would not be amused if his girlfriend – yes, slightly weird for Lucas, but they really fit well together - and one of his best friends were on bad terms.

He didn’t expect his mom to be awake when he got home that night, but she sometimes got restless in the middle of the night. She could tell something was up, and actually made a joke about how he looked like he was in love. At that point, Lucas was drunk and stoned, and way too tired to come up with a lie. So, he told the truth. Or at least, a version of the truth.

He told her that he had met the most beautiful person he had ever seen, a few weeks ago, and that he only just began to realize that he might like them as more than a friend, yet it wasn’t an option to do anything about it, because they were spoken for.

She had looked as if she was devastated on his behalf, and told him that she hoped things would change.

To his mom’s credit, she never really pried all that much when it came to the person in question. She hadn’t even asked him why he used the word ‘person’ and not ‘girl’, and he never explained it to her. A part of him knew that there was a good possibility that she had guessed what was going on.

It’s not as if he never told her stories about Eliott, from there on out. He did, and lots of them. She knew that Eliott is his best friend, and that they are very close, but never asked about it further.

When he came out, it didn’t take his mom long to ask him if the crush he had been harboring all these years was on a boy, and if it was on a boy she knew about. There was no point in lying about it. This time, he told her the complete truth.

Funnily enough, she didn’t seem surprised to find out it was Eliott all along. Which is how he came to realize that he was less good at hiding his feelings than he thought he was.

Once she knew about it, though, it didn’t change anything. She still didn’t ask him questions about the developments in their friendship, or lack thereof. It seemed as if she had accepted the fact that they simply were best friends now, despite of his crush, just as he had accepted that himself.

Every once in a while, though, she heard a story about him and Eliott goofing around, and he’d see a certain look in her eyes, a look that said, I hope these two crazy kids work it out in the end.

The thing is, he wasn’t lying when he told Eliott just now that he was getting tired of his family prying into his love life. It was annoying, it was invasive, and it was a constant reminder that no matter how hard he tries, he can’t find anybody else who he wants to be with. Not in the long run, anyway.

So maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to blurt out: ‘I am seeing somebody, actually, and he would be delighted to meet you all when we got to Spain,’ right after his aunt Lydia had asked him how it was possible that such a lovely, handsome guy just like himself was still single, but that’s exactly was happened.

He figured it was a better response than saying: ‘Well, actually, I plan to hook up with a lot of hot dudes in Spain, so I don’t want to be tied down before the trip’, but looking back on it, maybe that would have been a better reaction.

If he had thought about it for more than 5 seconds, he could have predicted that Lydia would talk to his mom about it, and his mom would, naturally, talk to him about it, but apparently his braincells had left the building for the day.

Once he got home that evening, he started to wonder how long it would take before his mom would call him up, and began to think of a game plane. Frankly, every single thought he came up with seemed too unrealistic: his mom would never buy the fact that he was in a secret relationship with someone he never even mentioned to her before, they were way too close for that. It felt like he had no other choice than to tell her that Eliott and him had finally come to their senses and have started to date.

The way her voice changed from somewhat frustrated and just a tiny bit angry to soft and gentle, let him know that she was happy for him, with all of her heart. It ached, a bit, knowing that the reason she was so glad wasn’t real.

The thing he is very grateful about right now, though, is Eliott’s patience, because he honestly doesn’t know if he would have said ‘yes’ if Eliott had asked Lucas to do this for him, even if it was just for one night. He’s glad that he was able to explain that it wouldn’t have to go any further than that, he would never ask Eliott to go with him on a vacation where they would have to pretend to be together for a whole week. The thought alone makes his heart beat faster, and not in a good way. They could never pull it off for that long, plus it was unreasonable to expect Eliott to go that far for him.

This dinner, though, this dinner could actually work.

His phone buzzes and Lucas stops pacing his room, raking a hand through his hair, a habit of his he can’t seem to kick.

It’s Eliott, wanting to know if they will tell their friends about this little adventure. On the one hand, he really wants to be open and honest about this to everybody, mostly because he has a feeling that people will be able to tell that he is hiding something. On the other hand, it’s embarrassing enough as it is that he had to ask Eliott to do this, he really doesn’t think any of their friends would ever let him forget about this if they found out, they’d torture him for all of eternity.

He texts him back: Let’s not make this a big deal, it’s only for one night, right? No need to cause chaos. Besides, Basile would be so jealous, you know he wants you all to himself. We wouldn’t want to upset the poor guy.

A few seconds later, Eliott responds: Agreed, best to spare his feelings.

Lucas smirks at his screen, as reality sets in. They are really doing this.

#skam france #elu fic #my fic #also posted on ao3

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rosaline-kei · 5 years ago

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Don’t Go - Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin nor the characters.

Parts: 「1」「2」「3」

Chapter 2′s Title: Mikasa

Synopsis: Even after what was thought to be the end of the chaos, Mikasa Ackerman struggles with conflict, confusion and her emotions. The Raven plans to leave for the Kingdom of Hizuru—without a proper goodbye to Eren Jaeger. What is she running away from? What is she afraid of? Are apologies enough to heal? (Contains Manga Spoilers)

Prompt Summary (from a user): The reunion of Eren and Mikasa after Eren comes back from Grisha’s memories. Even though Eren’s head got blown away xD, I think that he will transform into his Titan Form. After reading the latest chapter I Think Eren will apologize to Mikasa for everything he did to her after the time-skip and will probably tell her not to join that Kiyomi and the Hizuru Kingdom. Thank you!!!

Eren wouldn’t let Mikasa leave for Hizuru because he knows that she loves him and that her love has nothing to do with her Ackermann genetics.

Takes Place after the war is finally settled. When Eren apologizes to Mikasa and Armin and ofc to all the members of the 104. Squad

I don’t think that Mikasa will accept his apology immediately since she is the Person that got hit the hardest by Eren’s deeds and especially his words in chapter 112

Rated: T

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Author’s Note: I hope this was okay haha. T-T, like I said, long time since I written something so I hope this isn't shit lmao. I hope I managed to convey Mikasa's conflict and confusion well. The next and last update, which is where the apology scene will occur, will most likely be posted in December (Hopefully, December 1st) since I still have things I want to touch up in part 3, which I feel is still missing stuff. I also really want to focus more on and finish the next chapter for my other two ongoing AOT/SNK fanfictions (Bloodlust and Love; which you can find on my ff net or ao3 account) since I hadn't update them for a while due to exams, and I really want to update them before November ends. ALTHOUGH, if Love and Bloodlust are done earlier than expected, part 3 (the last part) will come out earlier too soo, wohoo? Haha.

“…How do you know I’ll be able to stop her…?” Eren mumbled out subconsciously. Undoubtedly, he did want to stop her. He… couldn’t bare the idea of her leaving, especially when he hadn’t had the chance to speak to her. But given the fact she had given the red scarf back to Eren, he wasn’t even sure if she wanted to see him, or if she’d even listen to him at this point.

Armin only scoffed, followed by a brief laugh. “Because you’re Eren Jaeger… you would never let someone you care about so deeply, leave for a reason like that.”

“Mikasa! Wait!” Armin called out as he ran after her. “You’re… You’re not serious about leaving are you?”

The meeting had just ended. Kiyomi Azumabito had sent them a letter. In the letter, Kiyomi wrote that she’d like to invite Mikasa to stay over at Hizuru—to which was where the money-eyed woman stated was her home, her rightful home.

But, Kiyomi didn’t state how long she wanted or planned for Mikasa to live there.

All the letter contained were those persuasive words and the time their ship would be at Paradis’s docks to escort Mikasa back to her homeland. And should Mikasa agree, she was to meet them at the docks, wearing a ruby necklace (that came along with the letter), which was a welcome gift.

The meeting was short, because Mikasa was the first to speak, and to conclude. “I will go.”

Truth be told, everyone was caught off guard by her response. “Mikasa Ackerman,” Commander Hanji said in a rather reassuring tone, “Nobody’s forcing you.”

Whatever Hanji had assumed was Mikasa’s reasoning for wanting to leave, was most likely wrong. But Mikasa didn’t seem like she was going to correct her anyway. “If you feel obligated to go because you want Paradis to remain on good terms with Hizuru, then—”

“It’s not that.” She had cut her off, “I… I just want to go back home.”

And just like that, the meeting ended. There was no stopping Mikasa, everyone knew that. Plus, this was her choice to make.

Armin watched Mikasa leave the meeting room, feeling a surge of worry running in his veins.

Because she didn’t state how long she planned to stay there either.

And that’s how he ended up chasing after her.

. . . . . .

“I’m serious. I already said I want to return home—my homeland. I want to see what it’s like.” Mikasa stated as she continued to walk. And despite her attempt at sounding convincing, Armin wasn’t easily fooled nor tricked by her lies.

“Are you sure you want to leave?” Armin frowned, “You haven’t even had the chance to have a proper conversation with Eren!”

Armin knew he was pushing it. He could tell from the way she suddenly froze in her steps that he himself had stepped into a dangerous, sensitive territory. Eren was a touchy subject for her, he knew. But someone had to say it—someone had to remind her what, or who, home actually was.

Silenced diffused into the air. The chilly air grew colder as a cool breeze blew by. Mikasa never knew she’d ever find herself hating the cold this much… it made her miss warmth. A warmth that she once grew so attached that was later forcibly taken away from her by a twisted fate. Her hand went up, wanting to adjust the scarf around her neck… to only realise she wasn’t wearing it.

Ah, that’s right… ever since then…

Mikasa shook her head. No. She didn’t want to remember any of that now.

“Mikasa?” Armin called out again, but in a gentler tone as his hand reached out, gripping her shoulder tightly. She felt comforted by his gesture, at the same time she still felt a sting in her heart from the words he spouted out earlier.

“… I have nothing to say to him.”

Lies. And even Mikasa knew she was lying to herself.

“Try again.” Armin murmured, urging her to be a little more honest with herself, “Do you really have nothing to say to him?”

Mikasa bit her lip before she proceeded to admit some truth, “I… don’t know what to say to him.”

“Trust me, Mikasa… if Eren could’ve apologised to you personally—if he had the time to apologise to you, to everyone a million times, he would… but he didn’t have time, and now he’s detained.” Armin sighed, “But when he’s released, he—” Armin cuts himself off halfway as he noticed a troubled expression forming on his beloved friend’s face. And because he knew her for so long, since childhood, he was able to read her like an open book.

“Is what he said back then still bothering you?”

Mikasa flinched, which confirmed his thoughts.

“You know… he didn’t mean it. He—”

“He had to.” Mikasa completed Armin’s sentence, her obsidian coloured eyes meeting his gaze briefly, before staring down at the ground. “I know that…” She muttered.

Yes, for the most part, she knew that he didn’t mean what he had said. But there was this haunting voice—and this other small part of her brain—that couldn’t help but still believe in his words. There was evidence to support it after all, like how she pinned Armin onto the table when he had tried to attack Eren when he had belittled her.

And as that image flashed in her mind, Eren’s distressing words began to echo.

Do you know what I hate most in this world? Anyone who isn’t free.

Slave. Slave. Slave.

I couldn’t stand to look an undoubting Slave who only followed every order.

SLAVE. SLAVE. SLAVE.

Ever since I was a kid, Mikasa…

Ever since. Ever since. Ever since…

I’ve always hated you.

HATE. HATE. HATE.

Always.

Out of the blue, Mikasa suddenly stumbled as she felt a sharp, and familiar piercing pain in her head. The headaches never left, huh?

Armin quickly supported her before she fell, but before he could say anything, Mikasa started to murmur in a stressful way, as if something was haunting her. “I have to leave…I need to… leave… then maybe I…”

Armin’s eyes softened as the raven trailed off. To some extent, he knew what Mikasa was trying to do by leaving. To some, travelling across the world would mean one is trying to understand… trying to comprehend, and trying to find themselves. Perhaps that’s what Mikasa wanted, to find herself. Or, she wanted to get away, run away… to find some form of distraction. But the blonde knew better—that her leaving and running away wasn’t going to resolve anything.

“You’re not a slave, Mikasa.” Armin said firmly, but he already knew that she would know that he never once saw her as that. Armin knew that these words were what she wanted to hear, it’s just… that it wasn’t him that she needed to hear those words from. “Remember that time, you defended me from Eren when were kids? You—”

Before she could let Armin finish, she pushed herself away from his support and began to walk off again. “Maybe that was because my Ackerman instincts hadn’t fully manifested…” She mumbled.

Armin frowned as he followed after her, “I thought you knew that he didn’t mean what he said? You know… his words weren’t true, right?”

“I know… I know that he didn’t mean what he said, but it doesn’t mean what he said wasn’t true.” And before Armin could retort, he found himself standing in front of the house Mikasa currently resided in. “Wait here.” She muttered before entering.

And when Mikasa came back outside, it wasn’t what she came out with that surprised Armin, it was what she said next.

“Return this to Eren after I leave…” Mikasa mumbled, as she passed the red scarf to the blonde gently. It took a while for Armin to process what she had just said.

It wasn’t like Mikasa to… give away something that she once treasured so much.

“I heard it doesn’t snow as often at Hizuru…”She quickly excused.

And we’re back with the lies, Armin thought tiredly.

“Oh, but don’t tell him I’m going to Hizuru. Nor this. I wouldn’t want to… he doesn’t need to know.” Mikasa added on, forcing a smile that made the blonde began to lose his patience with her lies.

“Mikasa! You’re overthinking this. This scarf… it means a lot to you… Eren… he… Mikasa rethink what you’re doing! I know you’re still hurt after what Eren said. But… time will eventually assuage the pain you have in your heart. And… Eren didn’t mean it! If you just talk to him, I can pro—”

“… Then tell me, Armin…” Mikasa said with the forced smile that remained plastered on her face, “What Eren said to me on that day… is there any proof that what he said was wrong?”

“Yes! Yes there is! Like I said, you…when we were kids, when Eren was talking bad about me, you punched him—”

“—And I also slammed you on the table when you tried to defend me.” Mikasa bit her lip as she said this, her tone suddenly overflowing with regret. “I’m… sorry for th—”

“Mikasa.” Armin didn’t seem interested in her apologies, he was keener in knocking some sense into her. “Please rethink about what you’re doing.” He persisted.

“…Don’t worry.” She reassured, and with the smile she had forced on her face, she made her way back towards the door of her house. “You have to face it!” Armin suddenly exclaimed with his fist clenched, “You’re running away now… from Eren… from everything… you need to face it! You… Just talk to him, Mikasa!” Despite his pleading tone, Mikasa continued to walk.

Is she really going to leave?

By now, Armin knew he can’t stop her but he continued. The only person who can stop her right now wasn’t here. He was somewhere else, lying in a goddamn cell.

“Why don’t you want to talk to him? What’s there to be afraid of?!” Armin began to shout. And that’s when the next four-word question slips from his tongue, that made the raven paralyse. “Don’t you love him?”

Once again, Mikasa felt a sharp arrow stabbing her heart, piercing it all over. And just like that, she remembered a question Eren had asked her before.

What am I to you, Mikasa?

And honestly till now, she doesn’t know. She answered him saying that she saw him as family. But now, with everything… with all these overwhelming emotions. She doesn’t know.

Most of all, she doesn’t know if what her heart was feeling was due to her raw emotion or due to her Ackerman genetics that supposedly made her cling to Eren.

Was everything a sham? She wondered. What am I so afraid of?

Ah, that’s right.

“I’m afraid… of my emotions.” Mikasa didn’t care to elaborate on what she meant by that. Regardless, that was the truth. She was never great with handling emotions—especially the overwhelming ones that she was currently suppressing, with much difficulty.

She was afraid of seeing Eren, because he had all the power to evoke one too many emotions out of her. And she was afraid, so afraid that one of those emotions would be associated with the pain she felt during one of the previous meetings she had with Eren.

Most of all, despite all reassurances, there was a small part of her that was afraid of confronting Eren to only hear him say: Yes, I still think you’re a slave.

Maybe Mikasa did love him, and maybe if she stayed, she’d realise how much she was in love with him.

But love can be painful, and it was pain that Mikasa was running away from.

The world is a cruel place. And sometimes, it can be so cruel to the extent it can make anyone forget about its beauty.

“…and what good will it do to your emotions, Mikasa, if you leave…?”

For some reason, Mikasa felt an itch at her eyes, but she chose to ignore it.

“You’re just confused, Mikasa! Just stay and you and Eren will—”

Mikasa turned back towards the blonde before he could finish his sentence, causing him to pause mid-way in his sentence and his eyes to widen. There were tears forming in her eyes.

If only she could be more honest with herself… if only she could understand her emotions better, Armin thought. After all, those tears of hers that streamed down her cheeks revealed all too much.

It just showed that she was still conflicted, about staying, about leaving… about everything.

“Armin,” She said in a tone meant to soothe, though it made him jump a little, “It’s getting late. You should go to bed… goodnight.”

The raven then reached out for her door knob, twisting and opening it, entering her house… but not without uttering, “Thank you, Armin.” before closing the door.

At the Dock – The Day when Mikasa is due to Leave for Hizuru.

Eren was now running.

The moment he heard the key unlocking his damn cell, he sprinted away and towards the docks. Clenched in his fist were a red scarf and a piece of paper where Armin jotted down the exact location where Mikasa would be at.

As he ran, he began to remember the things Armin said to him the other day…

The things he said about Mikasa.

But before his thoughts could dive any further, he spotted a figure standing at the docks, which he didn’t fail to recognize immediately.

“M…Mikasa!” He called out hastily.

He hoped it wasn’t too late.

The figure turned, and his pair of emerald orb finally meets her obsidian orbs that soon widen in shock.

“E-Eren?!”

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the-old-dip-and-stir · 5 years ago

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So today is the one year anniversary of rdr2′s release

Honestly, I don’t know what I had expected out the game because I never got to play the first one, even though I heard such good things about it. I can say that I’m happy I invested my money into the game because holy shit, it was a wild and amazing ride. The characters and the story is all just so *chef’s kiss*. The actors are amazing and sweet people, seriously, I don’t know it I could’ve asked for better people to work on this project. Some amazing art and writing has come out of it and I’ve met some really cool people from it. So in honor of rdr2, I wrote some hug headcanons for the entire Van Der Linde Gang. Thanks to the Red Dead Discord for inspiring and even helping a little with this cuz even though we are a cursed bunch, we are also very wholesome.

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Arthur hugs are grounding. He doesn’t hug often, but he knows words tend to escape him when he needs them most. A hug can convey what needs to be said. He cups the back of your head and brings you close, cradling you as if you were made of glass. Arthur will rock you both back and forth, swaying side to side in an intimate dance to the comforting, steady beat of his heart. He may slip in a “I got ya,” a “Yer alright,” or maybe a “Won’t let nothin’ happen t’ ya.” He holds you as long as you need, even if it’s for an hour.

John hugs are spontaneous. He doesn’t really know how to hug, and most hugs he received lasted a few moments at best. When he does decide to give a hug, it’s a quick, in the moment thing. He may look at you for a few moments and then suddenly you’re being jerked into his lanky arms for a bit of a bony, yet meaningful hug. It won’t last very long, but it’ll have one, tight, little squeeze before he lets go. You may even question what the hell it was for and John will just shrug, with a simple “Just wanted to,” or “Felt right.”

Dutch hug are uplifting. He knows life can be a cruel mistress, and she will kick you down even when you’re at your lowest, so he will try his damnedest to keep you from drowning in the harsh sea. He’ll cradle the back of your neck and rest your head on his shoulder, an arm wrapped around your waste and the other rubbing your back. He may talk to you about absolutely nothing or tell you how strong you are. He sees a strength in everyone he loves and wishes they could see it too, but he never, ever minds emphasizing how much his family means to him.

Hosea hugs are comforting. He is fully aware that many adults won’t admit they need a hug, but he’s a sensible man that understands that even those with a strong will need reassurance, so he makes it a point in letting everyone know they can talk to him. If all you need is the hug, he’s more than willing to envelop you in his wispy arms, pet your head, and hold you until you feel better. Any tears shed will be met with an equal amount of understanding. “Kindness isn’t a commodity, child.” Hosea makes it his job to remind you and anyone that being kind is important.

Javier hugs are heartfelt. Physical affectionate is something he usually received from family or a loved one, so he’s not one to give out hugs willy-nilly. He gives them to those he cares about greatly. So say you happen to be one of those people, he won’t hesitate to take you into his arms. He holds you like it’s his one and only job, and he’s gonna make sure he does it right. He may sway, maybe sing you a little song, whatever you need. And he will end it, no matter what, with a kiss on your temple. Doesn’t matter if you’re a hulking figure, you’re his family and he loves you.

Bill hugs are gentle. You wouldn’t think this would be the case, but he prefers a soft hug. The outlaw life is so harsh and wild that he craves something more tame, more tender. He hasn’t been hugged for a long time, but, contrary to his grumpy exterior, Bill adores a good hug. So when you need one, he makes sure to be delicate. He wants it to be sweet and comforting, not some hard and unfeeling thing. He wishes to appear as much as the teddy bear he, not so secretly, is. He won’t have much to say since he’s not too good with words, but he’s hoping you know that he cares.

Charles hugs are safe. He doesn’t come off as the type to hug often, but it’s not that he dislikes touch, Charles respects people’s boundaries. He constantly one step away from hugging others, all they have to do is give him the go ahead and his arms will immediately encircle them. He understands what it’s like to be afraid, so he wants to give others a sense of security. His arms will engulf you, his body swallows you in order to hide you away from your troubles. He’s the barrier that keeps all the bad out, even if it’s just for a little while.

Lenny hugs are friendly. He’s a little on the touchy-feely side. There’s almost always a hand on your shoulder or back. He’ll bump shoulders with you or just stand in close proximity, so it makes sense that his hugs are just a welcoming as his demeanor. His hugs are a little lanky given that he’s still young, but it doesn’t make them any less lovely. You need a bit of bone-crusher? Just want to be held and talk? Lenny’s ya boah, and he will happily do it with a big grin on his face.

Sean hugs are enthusiastic. In fact, he’s almost never not touching you. There’s always an arm slung around your shoulders or a hand sitting on the back of your neck. It’s worse when he’s drunk, but it all done in fondness. So need a hug? No problem! Sean’s always a willing participant in a good ol’ fashioned bear hug. They’re bony hugs, but full of joy and happiness. He practically reeks of glee, and also booze, so it’s nearly impossible for it not to rub off on you. Beware of whiskey breath, though.

Micah hugs are protective. You wouldn’t think the words affection and Micah would go together, but that’s where you’re wrong. He’s not publicly affectionate, it embarrasses him. Now in private? He will hug the shit out of you. The man has been starved of kindness for quite awhile, so if you need a hug, you will get a hug, and, surprisingly, they are very nice, comforting hugs. But there is one case where Micah won’t give a damn what others think of him, if he decides to throw an arm around you. That is when he feel like you are in immediate danger. He likes to make sure that anyone who’s watching knows that if they mess with you, they mess with him.

Sadie hugs are tight. She holds on like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do, for good reason of course. She’ll circle her arms around your waist, pulling you as close as she possibly can, and won’t let go for a while. You’ll feel Sadie bunch up the back of your shirt in her hands, as if to make it harder for anyone to haul you away. You can feel everything she feels, and her you. She needs this hug. You need this hug. You don’t have to hug back just as hard as she does, but if you do, she will most definitely squeeze you tighter.

Abigail hugs are loving. Perhaps that comes with her being a mother, she knows just the kind of hug you might need. They can be as gentle or firm as you need, and she’s not shy to tell you how important you are. How much you mean to her. How much you mean to everyone. Abigail can almost feel when you need a hug too. It can be the way you say something, a look, or how you carry yourself. She will know and she will provide. She’ll hold you as you cry or if you’re hurt, she doesn’t mind. You need someone and she’ll be there as you’ve always been for her, and for Jack.

Jack hugs are short and sweet. Pun intended and not. A young Jack clings to your legs with a quick “Love you!” before running off to play again. He doesn’t like seeing you sad and his mama’s hugs always make him feel better. An older, more hardened Jack keeps his hugs short as well. Much like his father, he’s not too sure on how to give hugs, even though he’s received quite a few as a kid. That doesn’t stop them from being meaningful in anyway, though. He makes sure he conveys how much you mean to him.

Tilly hugs are special. She more likely to lend an ear than she is to cradle you. Not everyone wants to be touched, and physical affection is harder to come by in a large group of men. So she’s always willing to listen, and asking for a hug, instead of talk, may surprise her. It’s not a bad sort of a surprise, Tilly feels honored that you’re comfortable enough to even want that sort of thing from her at all. When she takes you into her arms, it makes you feel as if you’re the most important person to her. The hug isn’t grand, it’s not absolutely extraordinary, but it sure does make you feel special.

Mary-Beth hugs are sisterly. Most of the gang sees her as a little sister, it’s nearly impossible not to with how she dreams and how sweet she is. The way she hugs is very much how someone would great their family. It’s almost as if you’re a long lost sibling, or her favorite cousin that came over for the holidays. Her embrace screams that you mean the world to her. That she’s so happy that you’re there. Though, be warned, if you have long hair, it may get tangled up in her necklace with how closely she holds you.

Karen hugs are strong. She’s the type to actually give you a bone-crushing hug. It’s the only hug she’s capable of. Karen is even the type to do a full side hug and trap your arms against your body. If you want a soft hug, the closest you can get is an arm around your shoulders, but everything else nearly bruises. It’s not her goal to hurt you, she really doesn’t know her own strength. She’s really used to being a tough gal, so even her hugs are tough on people. You can’t hate her for it though. At least you know she’s excited to see you.

Susan hugs are motherly. The entire gang is basically her kids, you included. She’s not the type to immediately hold and coddle you. She’ll lend and ear and set you straight, but she knows when to hug you. She knows when words and a firm hand aren’t going to help you. She gently bring you to her breast, as any mother does to comfort her child. She’ll pet your head and listen as you cry or just talk. You need support and she’s giving it all the while. Susan is a force to be reckoned with, but she isn’t one to be harsh when it’s not needed.

Molly hugs are unintentionally tender. She hadn’t intended to hug you. She had come to you to vent about Dutch, seeing as you were the only one who would listen to her, but as soon as she saw you, any and all complaints flew out the window. You’d been crying, and seeing you so despondent broke her heart. When you saw her, you tried to act like nothing had happened and asked if she needed anything, but she said nothing. She simply approached and wrapped her around your shoulders. It wasn’t immediate, but you eventually hugged her back and started crying again. She cried with you, taking comfort that she wasn’t the only one feeling down.

Pearson hugs feel like home. As much as he likes to talk, Simon is an incredible listener. He also gives really good advice if you need it. Many of the others don’t really like hearing him talk about his days in the Navy, but you enjoy hearing them while you help him. It’s a bit of an escape from the rough life you live. So if he notices that you’re not as into his stories like usual, he’ll ask if you’re alright, if you need to talk. Whether you do or don’t, his arms are quick to open and let you seek comfort from him. They are warm and smell of coffee, and the best hugs you’ve ever received.

Kieran hugs are nervous. He’s unsure if any of it is okay. Are you sure you want a hug from him? What if one of the others gets upset at him for touching you? It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he’s just terrified of doing the wrong thing. Of course, there’s absolutely nothing he can do if you’re the one who engulfs him in an embrace, but the fear is still there. Your hugs are nice, though, and it makes him feel a little less unsafe with you being so nice to him. Although, he’s always embarrassed to hug you because he always seems to be sweaty and smell like a horse whenever the opportunity arises.

Uncle hugs are funny. He’s a jolly person, a little smelly, but joyful all the same. He likes giving hugs, likes to put smiles on people’s faces. So if Uncle ever sees that your down, expect to be scooped up into a big hug, if his lumbago doesn’t act up of course. He’ll twirl you around and tickle you with his beard until he’s got you laughing. He’ll only put you down if he knows your mood is brightened and if that doesn’t do the trick, expect him to bother you for the rest of the day. Nobody’s gonna be sad, not on his watch.

Trelawny hugs are magical. Much like Uncle, he tries to make you smile, but instead of tickling and twirling, he puts his magician skills to use. He’ll dramatically embrace you, then pull back to tell you how darling you are and-- oh? What’s this? A coin behind you ear? BOOM. MAGIC. He’ll hold you to his side as he examines the coin, rolls in between is knuckles, and-- oho? Now it’s a dove! BOOM. MAGIC. He will take off his hat, as is the gentlemanly thing to do, and-- well, would you look at that. A hare in his hat! BOOM. MAGIC. Josiah gets a kick out of your pure, unadulterated wonder at his magic tricks.

Swanson hugs are mutually beneficial. At first, it’s really just a hug because you need it, but he can’t help but melt into your arms as well. He can’t remember the last time someone held him that didn’t involve picking his inebriated ass off the ground. It’s a lot nicer than he remembers and he accidentally holds on longer than either of you intended. He’ll apologize profusely, but tell you let him know if you need anything else. He cares a great deal, but he’s also hoping maybe he can another hug in as well.

Strauss hugs are a little awkward. He’s not much of a hugger, at most he’ll wrap his arms around you with a pat on the back, but usually it’s a hand on the shoulder or holding your hand softly. He didn’t receive many hugs growing up, and those he did were from his mother a long, long time ago. If he’s unsure of what you need, he will sit with you and listen to your troubles, or sit with you in silence. He’s not very touchy-feely, but he wants you to know he’s there for you whenever and however you need.

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simonxriley · 5 years ago

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200 Liz and Price for the Dialogue prompt >:DDDDDDD i love those two

Thank you!! :) I love writing for these two and happy that other people enjoy them as well!!

200 Dialogue Prompts

Prompt #200: “He loves you, you know? He’s just afraid of admitting it.”

Ao3 and FFN

The cool fall wind ruffled the loose strands of hair on Liz’s face as she got out of the car. Price wanted to visit the clock-tower and since little Johnny was now four months old, they both decided it was the perfect time.

Liz grabbed the baby carrier and clipped it around her waist before she opened the back seat to the car. Johnny was wide awake and kneading the blanket that was covering him. She feels like she might have gone overboard with the layers but infants can’t regulate their body temperature and she just wanted him to be warm in this cold England weather.

“There’s my handsome little man!” She smiled down at him as she moved the blanket off of him to get him out of his car-seat. “Did you have a good nap?”

“By the content look on his face I’d say he did.” said Price from behind her.

He helped her clip the last part of the baby carrier, making sure it was snug enough for the little one. He looked down at him with a smile on his face, then leaned down to kiss his forehead.

“I can’t believe he slept through me changing him and the car ride. Either way he does look very content and happy.” She closed the car door and let out a content sigh then turned to Price. “Are you sure you want to go through with this? You barely talk about them and now, out of the blue want to see the clock-tower.”

He heavily sighed, looking out over to the tip of the clock-tower that they could see from the parking lot. “Can’t run away from the past forever love. You seemed to have moved past what happened.”

“That is true.” She took his hand into hers and they started to make their way towards the clock-tower. “What else can I do? Wallow in my own sorrow? We can’t change the past, all we can do is accept it and move on the best we can. It also helps that I have this little cutie to help keep me occupied.” She smiled down at Johnny and kissed his forehead. “And you of course.”

“Be angry like I am.” He stopped in his tracks and looked down at her, his blue eyes conveying a mix of emotions. “Soap’s dead because of me, hell you could have died too. All because I wanted Makarov.”

“No, Soap would have followed you to the end of the Earth, as would I. His death is not on you, it’s on Makarov. I was angry at the beginning, thinking it wasn’t fair that they died and we just keep on living. I’m not sure if I believe in a higher power or if things really do happen for a reason, but I can’t help but wonder if we didn’t lose everyone we care about, would we be here right now, with a son? He really is the best thing to ever happen to me and I can’t picture my life without him, or you for that matter.”

Price’s face softened upon her gaze, he never believed in a higher power, not like Soap did. Even then it sometimes seemed like Soap’s faith would waiver after certain events happened. He couldn’t help but wonder if Liz was right, if certain things didn’t happen, like losing everyone they care about, would they be together right now with a son? That was a question they would never get answered. And she was right about Soap, he would have followed him to the ends of the Earth with no questions asked. He just wishes he could go back in time and not be so hellbent on killing Makarov.

“I guess we’ll never know for sure.”

Liz gave him a small smile and they continued on until they got to the clock-tower. It was bittersweet to see so many names inscribed. But this was a stepping stone for him, maybe next time he’ll actually go to their graves.

“I’m going to sit down on the bench over there, you take your time.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”

He lifted and dropped his shoulders. “I don’t know. I won’t be long.”

“Alright.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips before they went their separate ways.

Liz sat down on the bench with a sigh, checking on Johnny who was content where he was just sucking away on his pacifier.

The weather wasn’t too bad for early December, it was still cold and there was some snow on the ground but overall it wasn’t too bad. Liz was just happy to have a winter be winter with snow and everything, not how it is in southern California.

She looked over at the tower seeing Price looked for the names of his fallen brothers’. He didn’t talk about Soap much, but he has talked about Gaz, his former Lieutenant. From what she’s heard about him, she would have loved to meet him, he seemed like a nice, funny guy.

“I see he’s finally got the courage to come to the clock-tower.”

Liz looked over when she heard that familiar Scottish accent. “Hi Mac.”

Mac gave her a small smile and took a seat next to her. “Hi Liz, and Johnny. I wasn’t expecting to see you guys here if I’m honest.”

“Wasn’t expecting to be here, it was a last minute decision on John’s part.” She gave him a small smile. “I’m just here for support.”

“I’m sure he’s happy to have his family with him.” He smiled down at Johnny, caressing his cheek with his index finger. “In all my years I’ve known him, I never thought he would have a family. Here we are.”

“I hate to think like this …sometimes I wonder if he actually wants to be a father or have a family. He gets so distant sometimes and it makes me question it.”

“He loves you, you know? He’s just afraid of admitting it.”

“Why?” She glanced over at Price who was searching for a name. “He knows that I love him.”

“Liz?” She turned her attention back to Mac, seeing the unsure look on his face. “He doesn’t think he deserves it. After everything he’s done why does he deserve the love of a woman and a child? John might feel like he doesn’t deserve you, but he’s more afraid of losing you than anything.”

“After everything we’ve been through, who does he think I’ll have shared life experiences with? I know our relationship started off strictly as sex, we thought we were going to die so why not get some pleasure out of beforehand. We were careless and I got pregnant, we’re making it work.”

“Have you told him that you love him?”

She looked away and shook her head. “Not yet. Love is a touchy subject for me.”

“I think you should tell him, maybe it’ll help straighten his own inner demons out.”

“Yeah you’re probably right.” She gave him a small smile and looked back over at Price. “Can’t wait to see the look on his face.”

Mac laughed and clapped her shoulder. “I’m sure it’ll be quite a shock for him.”

Price looked over to see Liz talking with Mac, he raised his brow and walked over to them, taking a seat next to her. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“I was more shocked to see you here son.”

“It was time that I came.” He wrapped his arm around Liz’s waist. “Couldn’t have done it without these two.”

She turned to look at him, a small smile on her face and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“I told you having a family was worth it John.”

“Yeah.”

Mac laughed and stood up. “I’ll leave you two to go back to your business.”

“Alright.” They both said in unison.

Price moved his arm from her waist to around her shoulders and she snuggled into him. Enjoying the fall weather in Hereford. As they watched people walk by or go see the clock-tower, Liz would occasionally check on Johnny who was still happy and content where he was.

“So many names, it’s hard to think we could be up there.”

“Mmm.” He nodded his head. “We’re not and that what’s important.”

“Yeah.” She maneuvered herself to look at him. “Are you ready to go or do you want more time?”“No, we can go.”

Liz nodded her head and they both stood up and headed for the car.

xXx

Liz was walking down the stairs after putting Johnny to bed for the night, Price was in the kitchen doing the dishes from dinner. She walked in, wrapping her arms around his waist and laid her head against his back.

“You know I love you, right?”

He dropped the dish in his hand, having clank against the others still in the sink. “What was that love?”

She let go of him, tugging on his arm to make him turn and look at her. “I love you John and I think it was about time I said it.”

Price grabbed her hand, caressing the smooth skin with his thumb, then leaned down to kiss her. This time more passionately. “I love you too Liz. I should have said it long ago, you know I’m not good with words.”

“No, love is a touchy subject for the both of us. That’s all.” She reached out behind him to shut the running water off. “How about you make us some hot chocolate and we watch a Christmas movie on the couch?”

He rolled his eyes and smiled. “Whipped cream or marshmallows?”

“Whipped cream, duh.”

She went to walk away to pick out a movie, only Price grabbed her hand and pulled her into another kiss. He pulled away after a moment, gazing into her brown eyes.

“I love you Liz and thank you, for everything!”

#anonymous #liz x price #john price #oc liz walker #call of duty #cod

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starryeyedkoo · 7 years ago

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Behind those chocolate eyes - Chapter 5

(credits to @sweetopiaa for the header)

Genre: Vampire!Jungkook, Vampire!BTS, High School!AU, fluff, angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of alcoholism

Summary: When some new boys move to town and start at your uneventful high school, one of them catches your eye, but you can’t seem to figure out exactly why. Others think that you’ve caught his eye as well, but his distant personality says otherwise. You decide you want to know him, but the closer the two of you get the more you get the feeling that there’s something he’s not telling you.

Word Count: 3.7k

link to masterlist in bio!!

It had been almost five months since that day Jungkook had asked you out on a date, and one hundred days since you had “become official.” Consequently, you two were going to celebrate your one hundred day anniversary together today. You were excited of course, you really liked Jungkook, and he made sure that you knew he felt the same. However, it seemed the person most enthusiastic about this anniversary was Mina. Ever since you and Jungkook started dating, she was an avid supporter, always telling you that Jungkook was a really good guy and that you two were perfect for each other. And as much as you hate to sound cheesy, you completely agreed. You and Jungkook had originally planned to casually spend the night in and just watch a movie and spend some time together, but Mina insisted that you two do something a bit more official. So, with her help, you reserved a table for two at a pretty nice restaurant in the nearby bigger city where you and Jungkook would eat and then you would go to a light show in the park. You had your doubts at first, but you ended up liking the idea, so you agreed.

Mina had come over to your house to help you get ready. You had told her that you would be okay to do it on your own, but she always loved helping you get ready and she knew you appreciated it too, so she came over anyway. You showed her a few options of dresses, and you ended up wearing a casual chambray dress with some sandals, making it the perfect outfit for going to a restaurant and then the park in the warming weather. You wore your hair down and Mina helped with your makeup, and as time went by you found yourself getting increasingly nervous about going out tonight.

Your personal life may have been going good with Jungkook, but the town as a whole, was not doing nearly as well. More people had been getting injured at night, earlier in the night than before as well, and no one dared be out past curfew, knowing that the few who did were left in critical condition. No one else had died since the first two people had lost their lives, but there was a dark cloud of fear and despair over the entirety of the population at the moment. You were worried about getting back as late as you would, and you had tried to move up the reservation at the restaurant so you and Jungkook could return earlier, but all reservations were full. You suggested that you instead just cancelled the plans and went back to your original plan of staying in, but Jungkook knew that you would actually be upset if you missed the light show, which you had been looking forward to since you planned it, so he assured you that you would be perfectly safe with him.

Truthfully, in the one hundred days the two of you had been together, you had found that Jungkook found it somewhat difficult to show his feelings, making you think at first that maybe he didn’t really reciprocate what you felt for him. However, it was times such as these when he assured you and cared for your well being that you knew he really did care.

Mina is just finishing your makeup as you hear the doorbell downstairs ring, and you don’t feel like waiting, nor do you want to make Jungkook wait, so you pull away from Mina’s hands and rush down the stairs while Mina yells at you for almost making her ruin the entire makeup look. You laugh and then open the door to see your wonderful boyfriend, dressed in a white button up and some jeans with his Timberland boots, one of your favorite outfits that he wore often. You also noticed that he was carrying a bouquet of flowers, which you point out saying, “Aw, how sweet... and cheesy.”

“Only for you,” he says, earning a girlish giggle out of you. “Happy anniversary.” He places a soft kiss to your forehead as he walks through the door into your house.

“Aren’t you two cute?” Mina says sarcastically. “Now come on (y/n), I need to finish your makeup.” Jungkook looks flustered, which you assume is from the fact that Mina had just witnessed everything, and knowing him, he wasn’t one to show much affection in front of others.

“I think it’s fine, Mina. Besides, we should probably be going.” You check your phone to see the time. It’s getting somewhat late, so you decide that you should go ahead and leave to make sure you arrive on time for your reservation at the restaurant. You take the flowers and hurriedly put them in a vase before you thank Mina and leave with Jungkook as he drives with you into the city for your night out. Jungkook is the type of boyfriend that liked to be touchy in subtle ways, like resting his hand on the small of your back, or putting one hand on your leg from the driver’s seat as you sit in the passenger seat of his car. Sometimes, you wished he would be a little more open in his ways of showing to others that he cared, but at the same time, it was these small gestures that made your heart flutter and one of the reasons you had completely fallen for him.

His distance when it came to public displays of affection you were okay with. It was his distance in letting you know more about him that bothered you. You had been together for a little while now, but you had still not yet been to his home or met his family. You had been hesitant to introduce him to your father since he was always at work or not in the right state of mind, but they had briefly met once or twice, which was more than you could say about his family. He had told you, however, that he didn’t live with parents, but instead he lived with Jimin, Taehyung, and four others that he considered his brothers for most of his life. Other than that, though, you really didn’t know much at all about his personal life. You had apparently been staring while thinking about this because he turned to you while at a stoplight to ask what you had been looking at him for. You shake your head and give a little chuckle and respond, “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

“It’s just... I’ve noticed that I really don’t know all that much about you. I feel like you already know so much about me, but I never get to hear about you. And I’ve never even met your family, so I’m just not sure if you don’t want me to meet them for a reason or...” your voice trails off as you continue to contemplate what you are trying to convey.

“To be honest, there isn’t much to hear about me, but I’ll answer any question you want to ask. And if you want to meet my brothers, I’m sure they would love to meet you as well, so I could introduce you to them.”

You smile at his willingness to do whatever it takes to make you feel happy and comfortable. You knew he has difficulty in opening up, but the fact that he was trying to adjust for you reassured you, but at the same time made you feel worse that he was once again focusing on you instead of himself.

You had just finished paying the bill at the restaurant and the two of you left to walk to the park down the street to see the light show. You spend a few minutes watching the multicolored lights in peaceful silence, and you finally work up the courage to gently slide your hand into Jungkook’s, not sure how he would feel about holding hands in public. Much to your surprise, and relief, Jungkook glances over to you with a poker face, but when he turns his face back towards the lights, you see a ghost of a smile grace his lips, his hand gripping onto yours a bit tighter than before. You check your phone to see how late it had gotten. It was almost eight o’clock, which normally wouldn’t have bothered you, but recently you’ve been trying your best not to stay out after dark. “It’s getting a little late, do you want to head back home?” you suggested to Jungkook.

“If that’s what you want to do,” he responds with a small, caring smile. You nod your head and the two of you walk back to Jungkook’s car, still hand in hand. He stopped you before you could open the car door for yourself, as he did it for you. You laughed a bit at how chivalrous and, quite honestly, old fashioned he could be sometimes. “What is it?”

“Nothing. I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all.” He laughed, realizing what you were referring to.

“I was taught a long time ago to act in such a way, and I guess it’s just become habitual.” You couldn’t help but wonder who it had been that taught him that. Was it his father? You would have asked, but you were afraid to, not knowing exactly what had happened to his parents and whether he would be okay with talking about it.

You and Jungkook had finally arrived at your house as he parked in front of it, getting out of the car at the same time as you to walk you up to your front door. He walks you up the pathway and onto your front porch and you were about to dig your house keys out of your purse to unlock the front door before he stops you. “So, (y/n), I got you something. I was planning to give this to you earlier, but I couldn’t find the right time, so I think now would be fine.” He seems a bit nervous as he takes out a simple silver necklace with some sort of pendant on the end that looks somewhat like a locket. It is simple yet elegant and beautiful, and you sincerely appreciate it. But you notice that there’s something familiar about it as well. You bring it closer to you face to inspect the pendant a bit more and a scent of something like mint catches your attention.

“It smells kind of like peppermint. What is that?” you inquire.

“It’s actually rosemary. There’s an herb inside the locket.” He pauses after giving a shy smile, but continues with a more serious expression. “I want you to wear that. Like all the time.” His mood changed so suddenly and you found yourself wondering why he wanted you to wear the necklace so much, you decide not to question it after seeing the look on his face, but instead leave it for another time. He seems to notice your questioning stare and quickly continues with a sweet smile, “It would really mean a lot to me.”

You giggle a bit. Cute, you think, brushing off the uneasy seriousness he had spoken with just before. A chilling wind cuts short your sweet silence as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes, and he tells you that you should get inside. “Good night,” he speaks quietly, as he places a soft kiss to the top of your head before he turns to leave.

“Good night. Be safe,” you say as he walks back to his car, giving you a small wave, which you gladly return as you turn to enter your house.

You walk in to find the familiar smell of alcohol inside your house, calling out, “Dad, I’m home.”

He comes around the corner, somewhat stumbling, meaning he had been drinking again. “Where have you been? I came back from work and you were gone, you had me worried,” he says with his eyebrows furrowed.

“I told you this morning that I was going out for me and Jungkook’s anniversary.”

“Who’s Jungkook?”

“You’ve met him before, Dad.”

“Really? He doesn’t ring a bell. Must not have left much of an impression.” You roll your eyes at his rude comments, knowing he had not consciously said those things, but they still bothered you nonetheless. You cut the conversation short by telling him you were going to bed. You preferred talking with him in the little time he spent sober. You walked upstairs to your bedroom and set the box with Jungkook’s necklace on your dresser, right next to a picture of your mom. You so badly wished she were there for you to tell her all about how your night went and how wonderful Jungkook was and just talk with her about girl things that you had always grown up imagining you would talk with her about. You feel tears well up in your eyes as you realize that, no, you would never be able to do these things with her like you had planned ever since you were young. And the worst part of it all was, you could barely remember anything from your childhood with her.

It was Sunday morning, and the light shining through your window woke you up, along with a buzz coming from your phone on your nightstand. You see a notification of a text from Jungkook as you lift it to eye level.

Jungkook: Do you want to come over to meet my brothers today?

Your heart skips a beat. Is this really happening? All that time you spent worrying about why he wouldn’t introduce you to his family when it turned out that all you had to do was ask? You feel yourself become excited, then nervous, then excited again. You immediately respond.

You: yes!! if it’s okay with them... and you

Jungkook: Of course it’s okay. They really want to meet you.

Jungkook: Come over whenever. We have nothing going on today.

You replied to tell him you would be on your way soon as you get up to choose an outfit, fretting over what would be considered as appropriate to meet his brothers for the first time. you end up wearing some ripped jeans and a graphic tee, going for a casual look. You brush through your hair, do your makeup, and begin to leave before you quickly turn back into your room remembering an important detail. You walk over to your dresser and take the necklace Jungkook had given you out of its box and put it around your neck. You look in the mirror and smile at the thought that it was a gift from the boy you cared for so dearly. You feel your stare linger a bit longer than you had intended, though, while you can’t shake the feeling of familiarity this necklace gives you. You check yourself over one last time as you grab your car keys and head out the door.

You drive to the address that Jungkook had given you and arrive at the front of a nice house. It’s big and it even has a gate in the front. You suppose it makes sense for the house to be somewhat big, considering it houses seven people, but you found it hard to believe that boys around your age were able to afford a place like this. You park your car and walk up to the gate, pressing the button on a buzzer which causes a voice to come from a speaker. “Hello?” you hear an unfamiliar voice ask.

“Hi. I’m (y/n). I’m here to see Jungkook,” you say, hoping this was the right house and that you wouldn’t look strange for turning up at a complete stranger’s home. You wait for another sound from the machine, but instead of a response, the gates just open and you see the front door of the house open as Jungkook walks out of it to come greet you. You feel extremely relieved to see him and finally release a breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding. “Hey,” you say almost breathlessly. “This place is... really nice.” You say as you look around the front yard as he leads you up the pathway.

“Thanks,” he responds with a laugh. “It’s all because of my brothers that we’re able to live here, though.” You nod as he explains and walks you through the front door. The first two people you see are Jimin and Taehyung, making you sigh in relief to see some familiar faces. They both greet you and you do the same as two more people walk in.

“Ah! You must be Jungkook’s girlfriend!” one of them says to you with a bright smile and a teasing voice directed at his younger brother, who you notice seems to be embarrassed by his teasing.

“Ah, Hoseok,” he says sheepishly.

The other man that had walked with the first one to speak was a bit taller, and he seemed to be the oldest of everyone you had seen. “Jungkook has been talking a lot about you,” he continues with a sly smirk, further embarrassing Jungkook, even though you wished he wouldn’t be embarrassed since you only thought of it as sweet.

The first speaks again, “I’m Hoseok.” He gestures to the second and says, “And that’s Seokjin.”

You smile politely and respond, “It’s nice to meet you. I’m (y/n).”

A shorter man with pale skin and an unenthusiastic manner sighs and says with a straight face, “Trust me, we know.” He walks out of the room as he finishes. You get the feeling that he doesn’t like you and you frown a bit.

“Don’t worry. Yoongi’s like that with everyone.” Another man’s voice speaks from behind you. You turn to him as he smiles with a welcoming expression, but you notice that as soon as he sees your face, his smile falters a bit. But he soon puts a smile back on his face as he introduces himself, “I’m Namjoon.” You smile back at him, but he soon excuses himself. “Please excuse me for just one moment. Jungkook will you come with me for a second?”

You look to Jungkook who seemed puzzled, but did as he was asked. There was a bit of an awkward silence at first after Jungkook had left, but luckily, Jimin and Taehyung were able to start up a conversation with you, which caused the other boys to chime in as well. Eventually, Jungkook and Namjoon rejoined the five of you in the living room, and you gave Jungkook a questioning look, but he simply shook his head, persuading you not to worry about it. You had noticed, however, that Yoongi had not come back into the room, further raising your suspicions that he didn’t like you.

You had spent quite a while chatting with and getting to know Jungkook’s brothers, and Yoongi had even come down for a little while at the request of Seokjin, the eldest brother, although he still didn’t have anything to say. Jungkook was walking you out to your car as you thank him for having you over and letting you meet his family.

“Of course,” he responds. “They seem to like you a lot.”

“Well, most of them...” you say below a whisper, not really wanting him to hear, but he somehow is still able to.

“What do you mean?”

You furrow your eyebrows in thought, “Well, Yoongi didn’t seem to like me all that much.” You end it with a humorless laugh, upset with yourself for not being able to make a good first impression on all of Jungkook’s family.

“Yoongi is like that towards everyone, even me,” he says, trying to cheer you up. But you knew him well enough by now to know that there was something that he knew that he was leaving out, probably for the sake of your feelings. “There’s no need to worry about it, you’re so great that even he will be able to see it. And that’s saying a lot.”

You feel yourself blush a bit and scold him, “You flatter me too much.”

“You deserve to be flattered,” he says with a completely serious expression. Hearing this causes your face to heat up even more. But you also can’t help but let a smile make its way onto your face. You’d never guess it from Jungkook’s exterior, but this boy was a romantic through and through. He saw you off as you drove back home, thankful for the boy that had made his way into your life these past months.

Jungkook POV

Jungkook walked back into the house, thoroughly relieved and pleased that the boys had seemed to like (y/n). He began to walk up the stairs to his room, but found himself quickly pushed into the nearest wall. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Jungkook?” He looked to see Yoongi staring him down, anger evident in his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

Yoongi let out a cynical laugh, saying, “I know you haven’t forgotten about Elizabeth... about what she did.”

“I’m sorry, Yoongi, but I don’t how that has anything to do with this. Besides, you seem to be the only one upset about this.”

“It has everything to do with this! And I have every right to be upset about it!” He paused. He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “I really tried to keep you from having to go through this. I tried to help you all, but you were all too stubborn. Especially you! And now this? All I have to say is... Don’t come to me when it all comes crashing down. Because trust me it will. You know what they say: Like mother like daughter.” He finishes and walks away, leaving Jungkook speechless. He had never even thought about how this could possibly have affected Yoongi. But he knew there was no turning back now. He had fallen completely and utterly in love with (y/n).

#bts #jungkook #jungkook x reader #vampire!bts #vampire!jungkook #vampire au #bts scenarios #bts ff #bts preferences #bts reactions #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan #bangtan boys #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #beyond the scene #behind those chocolate eyes

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tinkerbellafan · 7 years ago

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Honey Bee

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Wordcount: 1389

Summary: Dean and Castiel have been dating for a while and both are too afraid to take the next step. Their friends give Dean a not so gentle shove into the next important step of their relationships.

Dean and Cas had been dating for a few years at this point. It was obvious to everyone around them that clearly, they were beyond heads over heels for each other but neither one of them wanted to admit it. Both were afraid for different reasons.

Dean just couldn’t accept that someone like Cas could love him as strongly as he himself loved Cas. Castiel knew how much Dean always fought his feelings and was more likely to run from the raw truth instead of expressing his feelings.

Dean walked into his apartment he still shared with Sam---- “Four years, Sam!! Four years and these idiots still can’t get their heads out of their asses and just get married.”

“Wow Jo, tell me how you really feel.” Dean commented as he passed through the living room on his way to the kitchen. “Well, it's true Jerk.” Sam couldn’t help but say it with his perfected bitch face.

It seemed like no matter how long they were together ‘Destiel’, as Charlie had started calling them, just can't seem to see the truth for what it is. Dean still had a habit of assuming the worst instead of talking, and Cas had decided that if Dean could still assume the worst then that meant he still either didn’t trust Cas or somehow still didn’t love him.

“What me and Cas do or don’t do is our business, we like to take our time.” Dean yelled over his shoulder from the refrigerator listening in on their conversation over his relationship. Deep down he knew they were right.

“Look, I don’t do chick flick moments, Cas knows that. He knows how I feel, I mean I shouldn’t have to get all touchy-feely for it. Anyway, there’s no rule that says I have to make all the big gestures in the relationship. If he wants something more, he should say something, ya know?” Dean shrugged while he tried to justify his position of non-action.

“Right Dean, and risk chasing you off? It took him forever to get you to go on a date with him, I doubt he would so much as ask you to switch seats with him.” Sam couldn’t help but roll his eyes. It was a harsh truth but if anyone could put it out there and actually be listened to, it was Sam.

“Whatever guys, just so happens I already have a plan and I’m gonna ask Cas to marry me.” Dean couldn’t even lift his eyes from the beer he was holding in his hands. His nerves made his hands shake.

“OH MY GOD!!!! How are you going to do it? Have you bought the ring!? Is it going to be romantic!? It better be romantic!! You better not just toss it at him and say ‘you wanna’. What’s the plan!? Can I help!? Maybe I should call Charlie too? Are you gonna get married in a church?! No maybe a hotel!! “Jo practically word vomited questions in between shrieks and jumping.

“Jo don’t start. Yes, I have a ring. You know I don’t do chick flick moments, so romantic I don’t know and let me work on getting Cas to say yes before we start talking churches” Dean took a deep breath clearly still nervous about his lack of a plan.

“You have one?! Can I see it?” Jo was bouncing around like a hyperactive Chihuahua. “yea, hold on.” Dean grumbled as he walked back to his room to grab the ring he spent forever to find for Cas.

When he came back out with the ring box and opened it for her, there it was, a two-tone band with a honeycomb pattern that was perfect for his Cas.

Finally, a Friday night where Cas was off from work at an early enough hour that a date night was possible. It had been at least two years since karaoke nights have switched to Saturdays, so they decided that the roadhouse should be a good chill place to enjoy their evening and enjoy each others company….

When Dean and Cas walked into the roadhouse that night, just hoping to finally enjoy a night together after a long work week. Dean at the auto shop he was now managing and working his way to owner when Bobby finally retired. Cas at the law firm working his way towards partner.

After they walked in Dean noticed things were off, first, they didn’t get their normal booth, not too unusual it had been a while since they were there on a Friday. Then Sam happened to be there, weird considering Sam hadn’t gone to the roadhouse for a meal since he’d gone full-on vegan and hadn’t had a Friday off in over a month.

Jo stopped by their table to say hello and grab their order…as if it ever changed...and winked at Dean as she walked away. She was up to something…. Dean couldn’t quite figure out what…but it was something.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen!!!” Jo’s voice came up over the mike after she dropped off a couple milkshakes at the table next to Cas and Deans. “I know it's not karaoke tonight but we have a special guest with a special message. Welcome to the stage Dean!!!!”

There was never a more perfect example of the ‘deer in the headlights’ look as Dean had at that moment. He almost choked on the onion ring he bit into.

“Let’s give him a hand!!!” …. So this is what she was up to...” Dean walked up to the stage like he was walking to his own execution. “Jo what the hell?!?!” Dean whisper yelled before she handed him the microphone. “You wouldn’t nut up Winchester so we did it for you.” She winked and walked off.

“We?” Dean reached back and grabbed the stand so he had something to hold onto. “

“Ummm…Hi.” Dean looked out at the crowd anxiously rubbing the back of his neck, and realized all of their closest friends and family were out there. **Well now there’s no way I can run out. Well, it's definitely us, and better than what I would’ve thought up. ** Dean just relaxed and went with it

The intro to Cas’ favorite song came on which made Dean chuckle to himself and he decided to sing.

“Boy, I’ve been thinking bout us. And you know I ain’t good at this stuff These feelings pilin’ up won't give me no rest.”

After the first few lines, Dean realized all of their closest friends were a part of the crowd. ** Well now is as good a time as any. Definitely better than I would’ve thought up**. Dean just went with it, relaxed into it and really started singing from the heart.

“If you’ll be my soft and sweet, I’ll be your strong and steady. You be my glass of wine, I’ll be your shot of whiskey You’ll be my sunny day, I’ll be your shade tree You be my honeysuckle and I’ll be your honey bee.”

By the start of the second chorus Dean had locked his eyes with Cas and pulled him onstage, **might as well go all in and give him a real show** hoping the words in the song fully conveyed how he truly felt.

Dean knew finding the words himself for some impossibly romantic speech would be practically impossible. This was going to be his best shot.

When the song finished the applause that erupted from the crowd brought Dean and Cas back from their own little world. While they hugged—still on stage—Sam pressed a box into Deans palm.

The ring Dean had left sitting on his dresser that he had been stressing over for the last month… Dean backed up just enough to get his hands between their bodies. “What do you say Cas, do you want to be my honey bee?”

Cas looked down at the oh so perfect ring and was speechless.

“Yes Dean” He said just loud enough for only Dean to hear.

***

The next summer Dean and Castiel get married in a garden surrounded by wildflowers, family, and pie. Dean will never admit it, but if you look really close at the photos Charlie took, you can see a few tears in his eyes when he finally gets to kiss his husband.

#supernatural #fanfic #fluffl #romantic #dean #destiel #cas #Singing #proposal

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aringabrielmoved · 7 years ago

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I’m Gonna Change Your Life

(Chapter Two of: The Night We Met) Chapter one is on tumblr and ao3

(Again, under a read more as it’s about 5,000 words! Tagging @omuonrice because they were super enthusiastic and kind about the first chapter!)

“C’mon, are you not enough of a rebel, Joey?” Mary had a glint of fire in his eyes as Joseph flinched away from the needle that he personally believed was too close to his eye for comfort. How had Mary convinced him to do this? His dad was going to kill him, it didn’t matter that he was moved out. Mary was supposed to be his path to domesticity and respectable Christian life, not college rebellion and fake IDs. And certainly not getting a black eyebrow piercing and ripped up jeans. His mother would have thrown them into the fire.

“Fuck!” Joseph’s voice rang into the small shop they were in before he immediately covered his mouth and felt the tips of his ears heating up. He took a deep breath as the slight sting of the new piercing in his eyebrow hit him. He saw himself in a small mirror across the way and slowly looked over his own face, bringing his finger up to the barbell that was now in his skin, wincing when he touched it. “Oh my stars, what have you done to me, Mary.”

Mary’s friend Damien had tagged along and was laughing to himself in the corner at Joseph’s apparent surprise. He had only tagged along because Mary wanted another person to come and make sure that Joseph didn’t chicken out, but he was glad he had sacrificed his time to witness that. “Maybe now you’ll finally pull out that stick that your father has shoved so far up your posterior.” Damien feigned an old-timey sort of accent and broke out into laughter along with Mary.

Joseph sat up and looked a little dizzy, but he had a small smile curling his lips up slowly. He tried to act like he felt guilty, and maybe he did, but rebellion tasted bitter-sweet. “I think it looks good, Joseph, something other than khakis and good Christian spirit.” Mary was smiling a little too wide, like it was her life’s purpose to lead Joseph into rebellion and this was the first movement forward. “You’re getting there, Christiansen, slowly but surely.” Damien giggled as Mary went on. “Let’s get out of here, we’ve got progress to make.”

Of course, Joseph made sure to thank the guy who had pierced his eyebrow for the sake of peer pressure before following Mary and Damien out of the shop and to Mary’s car, that was just the right thing to do. He was irrationally terrified of what his parents were going to think, even if he was 19 now and two hours away from home while moving into an apartment next to the college nearby. College. Oh boy, that was a storm coming his way. What was he doing in college? He’d figure it out, right?

Mary ruffled his hair and he quickly sprung into real life and away from his intrusive thoughts, staring over at where Mary sat in the driver’s seat. “I’m assuming I can’t convince you to do anything fun with that perfect bleach-blond hair of yours?” Joseph shook his head as he looked at the faint streaks of red that were slowly fading from Mary’s dirty blonde hair. He was not going to do that, or anything of the sort to his hair.

“No, thank you, Mary. I’m perfectly fine with my boring blond hair.” Joseph reached up to touch his hair, as if to assure himself that Mary couldn’t mess with it and it was still there. He was already afraid that Mary was about to slash all of his jeans, though he had to admit he liked the feeling his new ripped jeans gave him. It was something different, it was his own decision, not his parents’ or his fear telling him to stick to what he knew.

“Suit yourself, Sailor, but I’m taking Dames to a friend’s house to dye his hair.” Joseph raised an eyebrow when Mary started giggling, Damien shaking his head in the back seat as they turned a corner on the way to their apartment. “Some asshole called him gay for having a purple streak, so now we’re gonna dye all of it fucking purple.” Joseph sighed and Mary pulled onto the side of the street in front of their building with a smile on her face.

Damien was grinning now too, obviously in on this joke. “Well, I just think that if purple hair really does mean homosexual, then I should be very clear that I am fully committing to purple hair.” Joseph laughed a little at that one, but he was nervously tapping his fingers on the door next to him and becoming acutely aware of the fact that there was no comfortable place for his tongue to rest in his mouth. Hanging out with Mary and her friends was nerve-wracking, he didn’t know what he was supposed to talk about or how much information he was allowed to reveal to second-hand friends that he wasn’t truly acquainted to- and what if he hit a touchy subject? What if he got hungry but was too polite to interrupt and ask for food? What if-

“Jo, cool your jets, I stopped at the apartment for a reason!” Mary unlocked the doors in the car with a click and looked over a Joseph with a sort of knowing smile. He had already put the poor guy through so much rebellious change in one day, he needed a break. “I get it, you can chill here while we go- there’s leftover takeout in the fridge.” Mary laughed as Joseph’s face lit up, his seat belt unbuckling as he let out a long sigh.

The car door swung open too fast for Joseph to hide his apparent relief, but he wanted Mary to know that he was thankful for her mercy. “You are a blessing, Mary.” Joseph stopped half way out of the door to lean over a press a kiss to Mary’s cheek, hoping that that somehow conveyed his gratitude. Mary just rolled her eyes and motioned for Damien to come up and take shotgun. Joseph finally stepped out into the fresh air, noticing how dark it had gotten- it must have been getting late. “Please be safe, call if you stay the night?”

Mary nodded and sent a peace sign Joseph’s way as Damien closed the passenger door, knowing that no matter what Joseph would worry about her while she was gone. He was a kind soul like that. “Deuces, nerd, don’t get into too much trouble.”

Joseph waved as the car sped away and fished through his pocket for the key to their apartment, struggling to shove his hand deep enough into the tight pocket of his jeans to retrieve it. As he scaled the steps to their door, he realized that his stomach was growling. They really had been out for a while, huh? He was tired, but not ready for sleep, even if the soft sheets of his and Mary’s bed looked appealing right now.

Food. Right. How old was that take out in the fridge? Joseph was not ready to be a victim of week old take out- his stomach churned at the thought. Instead, he opened his wallet and stared at its contents. At least 50 bucks, and that could go a long way for crappy filler food, a few old receipts, some of those punch out cards he always forgot when he actually went to a place that used them, and the newest addition, a fake ID, proclaiming him to be 22-year-old Jared Hanson. Was this convincing? It looked real, but did it look real to anyone else?

Joseph turned to look into the full length mirror across the bedroom, staring at himself for a moment. It was weird to see himself looking so different than he had a few months ago, but he thought he was rocking the ripped jeans. His shoes were kind of clunky, and he wished his glasses would go far, far away, but that eyebrow piercing was cool, right? He knew at least a few people who would have to do an open-mouthed double take if they saw him right now.

The piercing kind of hurt, and to be honest, the holes in his jeans were making his legs kind of cold, but he felt so empowered that he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was being an individual, a rebellious college student, and he didn’t have to have a reason for it did he? He just felt good! He was allowed to be whoever he wanted and wear whatever he wanted- even if he kind of wanted to throw on sweatpants and give up for the day. He was going to keep these jeans on and show the world, he was god damn determined.

He took one last glance at himself in the mirror before pocketing his wallet, fake ID enclosed, 50 dollars safe and sound. He was going to go out and he knew just the place. A bar, any bar really, so he didn’t know the place. He knew nothing about bars, actually. All he knew was that his 22-year-old fake ID alter-ego Jared could get into any bar he wanted to. So once he made sure he had his keys, he threw on an ugly salmon colored jacket over his shirt and locked the door behind him, taking his grumbling stomach out into the world and looking around. Gosh darn, it was cold outside.

There were a few signs with bright lights that had turned on since the last time he was outside, and the small street looked almost pretty with the lighting. (It wasn’t a very attractive street.) There was a café that had earlier in the day closed, one of those weird but cute antique stores that was probably only open on Wednesdays or something, the road to the college campus that wasn’t very far away, a small family diner with a small glowing ‘open’ sign, and all the way at the end of the street was a bar with obnoxious neon light radiating down onto the pavement. That was his fate, right?

No big deal, walk up, show someone his ID, get in, get a beer? One beer wouldn’t get him drunk, right? What would his parents think, their little boy going out and getting drunk underage, oh my stars, he would never hear the end of it. He could do it, though, show himself that he was capable of walking in that bar in his new clothes, with his new piercing, with his 1- 22 year-old self. Yeah, he could totally do that.

He could feel the light washing over him as he approached the building, his hands fidgeting in his pockets as he approached the door. His thumb and forefinger grabbed hold of his ID preemptively, and his heart was beating faster than normal without his permission. A few people outside of the bar were staring at him as he made his way to the door, following a crowd of people who looked young, but older than him. Act natural, right? Confidence is key.

A few people in front of him pulled their IDs out and Joseph did the same, getting nothing more than a strange glance before he walked into the bar. And he was in. He was in a bar. That was fine right? He was a year past legal adult. Two years under legal drinker, but he wasn’t not planning on getting wasted anytime soon. Was it morally wrong? Well, not if he shifted his morals. He realized that he had been standing in one place for too long, that he was probably expected to move and sit down somewhere.

A table would be sad, and maybe suspicious. He hadn’t thought about the fact that he was coming in alone, or the fact that he would have to talk to someone to order food or drinks. The end of the bar was fine, right? There was almost no one at the one end, but enough people scattered around that he wouldn’t look alone. He slid into a seat and tapped his fingers on the bar, hoping that the bartender would take a while to notice him.

Joseph heard the door open again, but he didn’t pay attention, more focused on toying with his wallet and rehearsing what to say when he had to order something. The man who walked in sure did pay attention to him, though. If Joseph had the ability to read minds he would know that the man’s exact thoughts were something along the line of ‘what is this poor boy doing here.’ It was easy to ignore groups of college kids drinking their final exams away, but it was not easy to ignore a scared looking twink of a college student sitting alone at the bar.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Joseph nearly jumped out of his seat when the man jumped into the seat next to him, but he tried to calm himself down. Someone thought he was old enough to be bought a drink, and that counted for something. Was this guy nice, though? Did he want something else? Maybe it was time to abort mission. The man adopted a concerned look onto his face, hoping that he hadn’t intruded on some internal conflict. “Are ya doing okay there, kid?”

Joseph finally looked over at the man, giving him a once over. Or a twice-over. He was a little nervous. The man was easily in his twenties, and a little older than most college students, but he gave off the vibe. He had a leather jacket on that was a little too big, and Joseph could only figure that it was his dad’s. He had messy dark hair, tight-but-not-too-tight jeans, and some nice hands that toyed with the ring on his finger. Ring on his finger. Married. Phew. “Me- I, yeah!”

Joseph’s jittery nervousness thankfully didn’t scare the man away, he just slumped against the bar and motioned the bartender over to where they sat. “What do you want to drink, you look like you deserve one.” Joseph attempted to ask for beer and the man laughed at his cluelessness, and the fact that he didn’t even know what kind of beer he liked. He really was new to the bar scene. “Two shots of whiskey, please.”

Joseph realized that he was being bought alcohol. And that he hadn’t eaten. He wasn’t an expert on how fast people got drunk, but if he knew anything, he knew that drinking on an empty stomach would get him drunk faster than he wanted to be. And he already would get drunk fast if he hadn’t had alcohol before, right? He was going to turn into a train wreck pretty fast. “You don’t have to-“

“Shush, you obviously don’t know what you’re doing, you need a hand.” Joseph stared at the alcohol that was pushed towards him and then back at the man who had bought it. He could have easily said no thank you and went home. And that would be his fate wouldn’t it, being a bad rebel? No, he was going to prove himself. He snapped his head back and downed the shot like he saw in movies, feeling the burn down his throat but ignoring it the best he could. He must have made a weird face, though. “Damn, maybe not as much help as I thought you did.”

“I- yeah, thank you.” The man looked Joseph up and down this time, taking in more than he should have for being a married man. He wasn’t going to make any moves, that was the farthest thing from his mind, but he could appreciate Joseph for what he was. Especially after he took that shot. It was a little sexy. He shook his head and looked back up to where Joseph sat his glass on the table. Joseph could feel the man’s eyes, but he didn’t really care. He was confident that the guy was loyal to his wife, he seemed like a good man. “What are you doing here?”

The other man’s shot was the next to go, a laugh rising into the air once he swallowed. “Ah- you first, what’s got you in here.” For some reason Joseph figured he wasn’t a man to drink beer often, definitely a shots man. Joseph was also sure that he just witnessed the man order more shots. Wow, he might have been screwed. “And I want the real shit, you look like the most scared, failed attempt of rebellion I’ve ever seen.”

Joseph’s face went a little red, and he tried to avoid talking. He had no idea how long it would take him to start feeling weird on an empty stomach. “I- well…I don’t know what I’m doing.” The man laughed and gave Joseph another shot, muttering something about ‘me too, kid,’ that make Joseph feel a little better. Maybe they were both at a lost point in life. He felt oddly ready to spill his thoughts to stranger, and he knew that wasn’t the alcohol talking yet. “I’m supposed to be going to college, that’s why I’m here, but I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“Ah, I get that.” The man looked kind of tired while thinking about that, still sipping on alcohol. “I know I look kind of old for college, but I still don’t know what I’m doing.” There was a story to be told there, and Joseph was determined to uncover it and help, but he realized he was supposed to be getting the help right now. Curse him and his kind, helpful charm.

He didn’t know how to explain without sounding like he hated his parents, but they were a part of the reason that he was so conflicted. “It’s- my parents.” Whoop, there it is. “They probably want me to study religion if anything, and I-“ He sighed as he attempted not to delve too far into why he wasn’t sure what to do. That would require insight into his past, and that was a little too personal and complicated. “I just- have other interests.”

A reassuring nod kept Joseph on the right track, encouraging him to keep going on with his story. “I really like helping people,” Joseph’s eyes lit up as he thought about the possibility of becoming a counselor, maybe even still helping with church but in a different way. “I’m thinking about child psychology- or psychology in general,” The thought….excited him more than he ever thought it would. He could really be a positive force instead of a negative one, offering help and encouragement instead of hate and violent words. “But doesn’t psychology kind of…go against my religion or something?

The man took another shot after taking a deep breath, looking like he was trying to collect his thoughts. What was that, his third shot? Joseph, feeling self-conscious of his drinking ability, downed his second. He hadn’t even realized that there were two more in front of him. The man in front of him cleared his throat and Joseph grabbed his third shot, settling in for an inspirational speech. “You know what? Fuck it, man.”

Joseph grinned back at the statement, but raised an eyebrow, not sure exactly what he meant. He had half a mind to scold the man for dropping an f-bomb. Joseph sipped a small amount of whiskey and immediately regretted it, making a face before downing the rest. This was dangerous territory wasn’t it, four shots would be too much, right? Whatever, this was fun. “How so?” Was he a little tipsy? Maybe. So many questions. He did, however, refrain from yelling at the man for using the f-swear.

“Just- fuck it, it’s ’a good philosophy.” The man shrugged and looked down at his drink, possibly trying to hide a story, but Joseph was feeling adventurous and he wanted to hear it. His head was swimming a little, a weird disoriented feeling that he wasn’t used to, but he was still fine. The man did, however, snap his fingers at one point to get Joseph’s attention.

Joseph shook his head a little in an attempt to regain his concentration, a smile on his face. “C’mon, there’s more than that, give me the speech.” The man tried to look confused, but Joseph was giving a very knowing gaze, even if he almost fell off his chair when he moved too fast. “I can feel it, you want to give the inspirational speech, hit me with it.” Joseph made a hand gesture that signaled the man to go on.

“I came to college with no fucking idea what I was doing- I had just had a kid and I was trying to get my shit together, and I still am.” He had a determined grin on his face, and he downed another shot, seemingly only slightly buzzed even after Joseph had lost count of the amount of alcohol he had consumed. “But now I’ve got a beautiful 4 year old daughter and a degree in film studies because- movies are cool!” He laughs and slides a tip to the bartender as he pays for his drinks, handing a final shot over to Joseph. “So fuck it, do whatever makes you happy, kid.”

The man cheered softly as Joseph drank down his last shot, the fourth or fifth? He lost track, and he felt weird after what- a half an hour of conversation? Maybe longer? He was still kind of hungry, and he was a little nauseous…woah, a little tired, but he was fine. Totally fine. “Whatever makes me happy?” Joseph chuckled a little, but he had to stop when he felt kind of sick. Bathroom? Good idea. Standing? Nah. The moment he tried to stand he had to hold onto the bar, and he immediately started laughing at himself, quite uncontrollably.

“Yeah- are you okay?” The man stood in front of Joseph, holding out a stabilizing hand just in case he started going down. Did a few shots really hit the guy that hard? Maybe more than a few…but they had been talking, maybe he gave the poor guy too much.

Joseph vaguely registered a hand on his shoulder and he tried to calm himself down to respond, ignoring the look of concern on the face of the man in front of him. “Me? Fine- I’m fine, are you fine?” Joseph attempted to start walking again and had to stop and stabilize himself, almost losing his balance.

The man caught Joseph and made sure to keep him upright, his heart racing just a little faster than normal now that he had a drunk college kid on his hands. “Shit, man, come here.” He swung an arm around Joseph’s shoulder and let the drunken idiot lean against him, even though Joseph was a little taller. “How- is it your first time drinking whiskey?”

Joseph giggled and fell against the other man’s shoulder, not even noticing that he was being led towards the door. “It’s my first time drinking, buddy, and I think I’m doing pretty good- I’m hungry, are you hungry?” Joseph brought a hand to his stomach and thought about food, remembering vaguely that he never did order any at the bar. Man, he could have gone for a burger and some fries, something greasy and gross.

“Shit, your first time drinking?” The man sighed and pressed a hand to his face, hoping that they weren’t attracting attention from anyone else in the bar. “Did you not eat anything?” Joseph’s stomach grumbling and his nauseous-ness let the man know that he hadn’t eaten anything before coming to the bar. What an amateur. “Why did you let me give you that many shots on an empty stomach and your first time drinking?” The man quickly deduced that the kid hanging off of his arm was not used to rebelling- he got the feeling when he mentioned his religious childhood, but that solidified it.

“I wanted to seem cool- and it was free alcohol for me.” Joseph stated this bluntly, apparently losing his verbal filter as the alcohol clouded his judgement. He giggled and nearly ran into the door before the man could open it. Wow, he was having the time of his life. Poor guy wasn’t going to feel so great in the morning.

“Alright- well, I’m Robert.” The man- Robert- gave Joseph a gentle slap on the face to get his attention, and he tried to put on a friendly smile. ”And I’m gonna walk you home so you don’t accidentally kill yourself.” Robert looked out into the dark street, the realization dawning upon him that he had no idea where the kid lived. “Where are we headed to?” Robert was fully aware of how insane they looked at the moment, staring into the darkness in complete silence while waiting for Joseph to remember where his own house was.

Joseph hiccuped and covered his mouth before pointing to his apartment building, thankfully visible down the street. Ugh, he felt kind of gross. He was not going to be happy if he vomited. “Can I lay down?” He looked down at the parking lot underneath him, but it was looking more and more appealing by the second.

Robert sighed and held Joseph up to prevent him from deciding to pass out on the street. He did not put it past anyone that hungry and full of alcohol to spend a night on the pavement. At least his house was close. “Alright, you know where you live, that’s a start.” Could the drunk guy probably make it home without him? With enough effort, yes, but Robert felt like the situation was his responsibility. Hell, he could remember the first time he got drunk, and it wasn’t pretty.

Joseph turned them towards his apartment building once they walked down the street, fumbling for a key in his pocket while they made their way towards an intimidating looking set of stairs. “Yeah, well I know what I’m doing, Bobert- Robert.” Joseph let out an ugly low giggle, pulling his key out and almost dropping it. “Bobert.” Robert looked like he wanted to growl back at that name. The kid was lucky that he was drunk and stupid or Robert would have kicked his ass.

After a thankfully short walk up the stairs, Robert took the key from Joseph and unlocked the door to the apartment to save himself the key fumbling and dropping. Joseph spotted the couch as soon as they walked in and flopped onto it. God, he was going to wake up uncomfortable if he slept there. “Don’t you- you have a bed, right?” Joseph rolled over and buried himself in the couch, cuddling a pillow close to his chest.

“Too far away, time for sleep.” Robert placed the key on the coffee table in front of the couch and found a notepad to scrawl on so that the drunk kid, and anyone who stumbled upon him, would hopefully have a clue what was going on.

Robert headed for the door, not sure if he should disturb Joseph’s drunken dozing on the couch. “Good luck, kid.” A muffled groan full of tired energy was all he needed to know that the kid was alive before he vacated the apartment, laughing softly to himself as he walked down the street.

-xxxxx-

Hey- nameless drunk college kid from the bar, ( I just realized I never got your name), sorry for letting you drink yourself half to death, that was pretty shitty. I hope you’re doing alright because the second I got you here you crashed on the couch. Remember, do whatever makes you happy, kid. –Robert

-xxxxx-

“Joseph?” Mary’s voice rang through his ears as he slowly drifted into consciousness, an awful headache hitting him when he tried to sit up. He gave up and eased himself back down to the couch. Mary was holding a piece of paper in her hands and reading it over for a second time, trying to absorb the information. “Who the hell is Robert-“ Mary seemed more amazed than angry. “And did you actually go out last night, alone? I didn’t think you had it in you!”

Joseph groaned and held his head in his hands, kicking his uncomfortable jeans off after a night of sleeping in them. He could feel Mary’s eyes on his as she laughed. He looked like a mess, hair ruffled, shirt hiked up above his stomach, jeans now around his ankles. “Robert…?” Joseph had to search his mind for memories of the past night. Handsome, nice guy from the bar. “Oh! He bought me drinks last night and gave me life advice, nice guy.” Joseph buried his head in the pillow in front of him, hoping that Mary was done interrogating him.

Mary handed the note to Joseph and waited for him to turn his face away from the pillow. “Huh…was he cute?” Joseph groaned again and reached out to grab the paper, looking over it quickly with a pained smile on his face. He couldn’t seem to make the smile go away either for some reason.

“He was attractive by conventional standards.” Mary scoffed at the prim and proper way that Joseph had to put it. Joseph caught himself admitting that the man had been attractive. He needed to go back to sleep. “He was also married- why are you asking?”

“Nothing, Jo, get some sleep.” Mary giggled as she walked out of the room, heading towards the kitchen. God bless her soul, she was making breakfast. Joseph stared back at the note before setting it on the table again.

Do whatever makes you happy, kid.

Those words of wisdom would stick with him. Whatever made him happy. He had a few ideas.

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oc-review-shop · 7 years ago

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OC Review: Ida North

Reviewed by: Mod Charle

I’m gonna be completely honest here... This thing took so long to do.

Sorry for the sketchy quality!

This art is pretty nice and it does show a lot of Ida’s physique and the other aliens as well.

Okay, so she is the protagonist of an idea of a dating sim, that I will never do, or hardly ever, who knows, still, I like developing the characters...

The thing that’s so great about dating sims is that you can make them as weird and extravagant as you want and it can still flow because the premise of it is dating. However, the story will still have to be well thought out and the characters need to fit.

How it starts (its an excuse plot) YOU CAN SKIP READING THIS AND GO TO THE PREMISE

: The protagonist (Ida North) doesn’t get the job she wanted (either because she overslept or because she wasn’t accepted for not meeting all the qualifications) on a travel agency, so her best friend Mabel Attar, offers her a job in her workplace, a faraway Space Station,

Well then. So Ida North is shown (so far) to be irresponsible due to oversleeping and she isn’t very organized or mature because she can’t meet the qualifications for her job. Her friend Mabel offers her a job at a space station? You probably need more clarity on what type of society they live in. Is this like an advanced world where aliens and space are both well known to mankind?

Ida NEEDS the money, so she isn’t gonna waste her time questioning her best friends or suspecting anything shady so she accepts immediately, after all, she isn’t going to spend all her life mooching on Mabel and eating College Student food...

I’m a little confused. So Ida basically lives on Earth while Mabel lives on a faraway space station? Long distance is fine but I mean it would be difficult for Ida to mooch on Mabel. And she’s still eating College Student food? Not gonna lie, that’s a pretty sad life.

On the way there, Mabel tells Ida that she will love her job, that is well paid, and she will soon forget about her Travel Agency desired job, and that she also started with that job, however, it turns out that the job is nothing more than being a glorified janitor, having to clean up rooms and collecting things so other’s could study them, work that could be easily done by machinery, but isn’t because Mabel asked for it so Ida could have the job, Ida suspects that Mabel has more power on the Space Station than what she says.

Mabel is either a god-awful friend giving Ida a janitor job, or a dang good one. Mabel is powerful if she has control of jobs on the Space Station and I really wonder how the two became friends at all if their lives are so different. A well paying janitor job is well near impossible to have, but if Mabel is the all powerful front runner of the station, I’ll let this one slide.

One day, when she enters a room, a massive amphibianish alien, also encounters Ida and is enthusiastic about her presence, very enthusiastic in face, he starts playing with her, nuzzling her, however Ida isn’t taking any of this and knocks a pair of his teeth with a metal bar,

Where’d the metal bar come from?

making it clear that she isn’t a helpless damsel in distress, and swings the bar at the alien menacingly, but he just places his claw on her body, holding her and making eye contact, or something, and taking off her uniform to keep it.

The alien strips her? That’s a little erotic, but I mean it is a dating sim.

I find this really confusing, however. You didn’t give a good background on how society is. Are aliens a normal thing? It was made clear that there is advanced extraterrestrial knowledge due to the space station, but are aliens normal? The alien just randomly jumps on Ida so I’m not sure if aliens are seen as friends or dangerous creatures, or if they’re even known to mankind.

** Side note, I would like to know how Ida was allowed to go up to the space station without training. Like, space is dangerous.

The next day, when Ida and Mabel go to a cafe nearby to celebrate Ida’s first week, and Mabel tells Ida that one of the aliens has escaped, but she shouldn’t worry about it too much, because it probably wasn’t her fault but Mabel would have to retrieve the alien back to its room, and a young looking (about late 20′s) guy, approaches Ida and tackles her, the guy despite looking skinny is actually really heavy, and leaves footprints whenever he walks so its really uncomfortable for Ida, who has no idea of this guy, but they guy just enthusiastically tells Ida that he is going to help her with her dream job and everything, because he wants to make her happy, he introduces himself as Keith Gatti and keeps rambling on very enthusiastically...

I would have been super surprised if someone randomly tackled me. Did Ida at least try to fight back? She is strong so I just want to know if she at least fought back against Keith and tried to kick him off of her.

... It turns out, Keith is the alien that has gone missing, and he really has become infatuated with Ida, but since only Ida, Keith and Mabel know about this, Mabel decides to help them both, and tells Ida that she could, introduce the earth to Keith, and eventually a bunch of other aliens, like a tour guide of sorts, while also developing a growing affection...

So Ida is supposed to introduce the aliens to life on earth, orders from Mabel. There’s nothing wrong with this, and in fact I think it’s a pretty good way to get the story flowing into a dating sim. Background information, like I mentioned earlier, is key, however.

Okay that it, now we cut to the important part (there might be fluff): Premise: The protagonist has to introduce the earth to a bunch of aliens so their plant and earth can form an allyship, while also developing a romance with them.

This is probably the background information I’m looking for, but I feel as if there would be more knowledge about aliens if the society they live in wants to form an allyship with an alien planet.

And now the OC stuff: Name: Ida North Meaning of name: Id: from the Germanic word “id”: Work, labor Age: 30 D.O.B: March 26th (Aries) Height: 1 Meter 75 Centimeters, or 5 feet 9 inches Type of body: Mesomorph Hair style and color: Celebi/Onion style with antennae like fringe, red with brown streaks (dyed) Eye shape and color: Deep set, brown Build: Muscular, beefy Voice: Orotund, rough Romantic and Sexual Orientation: Bi for both

She’s a very muscular and strong woman, who is actually already 30. She is really different from your usual dating sim girl. Most girls, I believe would either be in their teens or early 20′s. However, I suppose her age does work out since she is supposed to be helping out aliens, and teens aren’t exactly the type for that.

A resume of her personality: Grumpy, snarky, and a bit sour, Ida seems like your typical jaded person, who has lost all faith in the world, but this couldn’t be further from the truth, since Ida loves the earth and appreciates the beauty of nature and technology, though due to her insecurities and bad experiences she hides her love with layers and layers of jerk.

I could definitely see Ida being the type of person to care for a lot of things, but hide it all behind a facade. Is there a reason for her to hide herself, though? Having insecurities as bad as her don’t usually pop up out of nowhere.

Personality traits: Snarky: Whether in a good mood or a bad mood, Ida always seems to convey her thoughts in a good dose of irony and sarcasm Rash: Ida doesn’t usually think about the consequences of her actions, and oftenly acts on a whim, only caring about the now Strong Willed: She isn’t going to give up on anything Hardworking: When she has to do something, she does it with whole dedication Appreciative: She loves the world, and its beauty, and how it stays strong, despite everything Insecure: She doesn’t think highly of herself Aggressive: She conveys her insecurity this way Adventurous: She loves new experiences and challenges, she isn’t afraid of the future, but rather a lack of future

At first I was a little iffy about Ida being insecure and strong willed/hardworking at the same time. There isn’t an easy way to connect these without heavy amounts of character development and such. However, you did mention that Ida conveys her insecurity through aggressiveness, and not the other personalities.

I do have one issue though, and that is her lifestyle compared to her personality. She was previously said to be in a bad position where she oversleeps and has her life in a mess, yet she is hardworking. This doesn’t connect. If she was hardworking, she wouldn’t miss a job interview for anything, especially if it’s a dream job.

Relationships:

With Mabel: They have been best friends since very young, and they often confide each other’s secrets, Mabel also wants to help Ida with her quest. Although she may have a secret crush on her.

I would honestly like to see Mabel be a path for this dating sim. Just me? Ok.

With Keith: He is the first alien she meets and one of the most effusive and enthusiastic about the earth, he often shows a lot of affection towards Ida, though he has toned down the touchy feeliness and tries to keep a reasonable distance. Not that he won’t hug Ida every now and then, in both his alien and human form.

He’s a good depiction for the first route in the dating simulator. Having a bubbly and outgoing character compared to Ida’s tough character is a pretty fun match and would keep the game interesting.

With Drake: Drake is the second alien that meets Ida, they started with a rough fight that Ida barely won, he respects her now, but has drawn lines she is not allowed to cross. Although he is willing to see if she wants to cross those lines and to fight her.

Drake is a tiny little alien, and is smaller than Ida, so I would understand how Ida would be able to beat him in a fight. However, it is a little inaccurate to have Ida beat Drake given that he is an alien. More clarification on the strength of this alien species and their abilities would be more beneficial, just as extra background information.

With Caleb: Despite their initial interactions, being scarce and in the shadows, they have found themselves fond of each other, and having similar yet different tastes, but only think of themselves as friends. Or in the case of Caleb, he sees her as food, but he has another reason, rather than wanting a snack, something having to do with his species and fatherhood, although he is trying not to because he appreciates her company.

Ida’s relationship with Caleb is super confusing not gonna lie. They have a friendship going, but Caleb does see Ida as food? Again, more clarification on the alien species themselves would be beneficial in understanding the different types of aliens we come across. Caleb is also giant and scary as hell.

With Xander: He wants Ida to open a bit up more, and often opts for her security and comfort, wanting others to see them as each other’s protector, and he is willing to hear her most inner desires and insecurities. Although he also feels insecure and has shown a jealous streak.

I actually like the relationship between Xander and Ida. It’s good to have different personalities in dating sims, and you really nailed this.

With Shiro and Kuro: Shiro and Kuro are two eerily coordinated security guards that watch how the relationships develop, and both would love to have Ida as a guinea pig every now and then.

This might be a little unnecessary to have, but if you elaborate on Shiro and Kuro’s significance in the story, it would be better. They are supposed to watch over and guard, but for a dating sim, they aren’t necessary, UNLESS, the society still sees aliens as dangerous. Again, background information is KEY.

Other stuff** -She is an A cup and wears a pushup bra -She is not a vegetarian but would rather eat veggie food than hamburgers and hotdogs, she DESPISES them -She has gardening knowledge -She has gone camping several times. She LOVES camping -She had a dog, who died of old age -She has travelled by air, land, and sea -She knows English, German, Spanish, and Portuguese, she is currently learning French -Her favorite flowers are buttercups

She has a flat chest. Wow. But I’m not surprised about this looking at her physique. The second bullet point technically means she is a vegetarian if she despises meats.

I hope you like it, and if you are interested, I might do the profilies of the four main boys, and maybe Mabel and Kuro and Shiro

This was overall, a pretty decent story given the amount of work that needs to go into a good story. There are some good points in this dating sim idea, but there are also a lot of fixes that need to be made; a lot of them being major. However, with these fixes I mentioned, this could potentially be a very good idea.

I wouldn’t mind looking at the other profile characters, but it may take a while to get it back to you since they are fairly long. This took me a while to write just because of the mix of grammar and length.

Thank you for submitting/reading, and I hope this helps! (●´ω｀●)

~ Mod Charle

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setoangel01-fanfiction · 8 years ago

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Restoration

Set Me Free - Chapter 3 (Previous Chapters)

Rated: T

Pairing: Johnny x Ash (Jash)

Chapter Summary: (Sing 2016) Ash finishes her song and begins to push forward after the painful breakup. Yet, will she ever get a chance to sing it?

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A03

"Ooh…You set it all free…" Ash finished; voice a bit raspy and heavy in her raw throat as she sang out the final words of the song. The slight echo of her apartment causing her vocalization to bounce nicely off the walls.

With the last few strums of notes played before her fingers went lax over the vibrating strings. Stretching out her hand, she sighed as she looked down at her abused paw. Digits were painfully sore; tender, reddened, and deeply indented by the metal guitar strings caused by playing almost constantly for two straight days - perhaps even longer.

Time didn't really seem to be a factor as she lost herself to her music. Spending countless hours wording and re-wording the lyrics, playing and re-playing certain chord progressions, bass lines, and adding notes that fit and removing others that didn't. Going back over it time and time again, wanting it to be just perfect; a song befitting her struggles and now her overcoming them.

The process was painfully long and arduous and frequently during the process, Ash was tempted to pull out her quills one by one and fling them into the walls to ease her frustrations. Because if she was at all honest with herself, writing her own song was much more difficult than she ever expected. Never fully realizing how certain words just didn't fit in context, not exactly rhyming but it was much more cohesive when they did. Choruses needing power and presence to not be overdone by the verses. There were aspects she never expected to tackle such as timing and figuring out a rhythm that would correlate with the message she wanted to convey.

Long story short, it was ridiculously challenging - yet, now that the hardest part was over, there was only one thing for certain -

Ash had actually written a song.

It was still in its infancy in some regards. Flitting through different scales and wordings she was still trying to work out - but it was her song.

Staring down at her red electric guitar, her mind wandered; the sensation of realizing it began washing over her like gentle, comforting waves upon a beach. A deep and satisfying sense of accomplishment she swore she never experienced before. She'd actually written a song - the feat itself was shocking and astounding and Ash was still trying to come to grips with it all. She thought of these past few days, her own emotional state faltering between anger, resentment and bouts of uncontrollable sobbing, she made it happen; precisely where it came from - she couldn't tell you.

Whether it was from sitting among the remains of her and Lance's tattered relationship in the form of multiple pictures ripped to bits and pieces at her feet or a few of his discarded clothes which she attacked with a pair of scissors and sorely tempted to char with a match if she wasn't afraid of setting her apartment building ablaze. Destroying his entire collection of guitar magazines and lame band posters stabbed with her quills, or whether the words originated from the emotional turmoil she felt toward the entire situation - she wasn't sure.

Most likely all of the above.

Creating the music was simple enough; the words were another.

At first, she tried to purposefully write them out but when that failed spectacularly, she just sat. Staring and contemplating for hours at the remains of her and Lance's relationship scattered around her. Tired of ripping up his stuff to appease her own vengeful urges, she just opened her mouth and words began filing out as if words to a song. His betrayal, her anger and pain at the unfairness of it all - they all just spilled forth and she was lucky enough to get most of them written onto her laptop before they disappeared into the abyss.

Final draft nearly completed, it began to dawn on her. Using his betrayal that was still far too fresh, the wasted time and effort for not noticing it before and how she wasn't going to let it hold her back anymore. Wasn't allotting this jerk the satisfaction of ruining her life anymore than he already accomplished.

This was her chance at redemption; to make a name for herself without him. To push through life and her future career of her own volition and talents rather than relying on his supposed musical genius.

Ash couldn't help but snort and roll her eyes at the thought.

To think how she defended Lance's "artistry" to Buster Moon; how it was everyone else who didn't understand his genius and under-appreciated talents. To realize and come to terms that for all this time how SHE was ultimately the biggest fool. The one who couldn't see him for who he really was - a smug entitled asshole who thought the world should be served to him on a silver platter.

In his own deluded mind at least.

She had been so blind to his own flaws and shortcomings and instead of trying to improve himself, he just pushed his own insecurities onto her already overburdened shoulders.

Annoyed at the sudden thoughts of him plaguing her mind, she put her guitar down to rub at her face. Exhaustion and anxiety boiling in her stomach and mind as she let out a deep breath to cleanse herself. A few rays of sunshine began prickling at the edges of her quills and fur and within seconds, she jumped as if electrocuted. Leaping for her charging cell phone and stared at the screen. Ignoring all of the missed calls and texts, she honed in on the date and time in utter panic.

"I'll see you on Friday." Buster's voice suddenly filled into her mind; body suddenly thrust into complete overdrive.

Time was running short and she needed to hurry. This was her big chance to redeem and prove herself worthy of a second chance and she did not plan on letting it slip through her fingers this time around…

Trampling through the front doors of Moon Theater, Ash ran into the last thing she expected - construction.

The center and front of the theater completely blocked off with barriers as Buster Moon, Meena, and an unfamiliar sheep were working tirelessly to set up this new stage. A vast assemblage of multiple glass panels set into the stage to create almost an aquarium effect - complete with water filling it up slowly from what she could see from her vantage point.

Frankly, it looked fairly impressive but there was no conceivable way for her to go backstage with the barriers blocking her way. The small crew looked as if the renovations were nearing its completion but the clean-up had yet to be tackled.

So lost in staring at the scene, Ash scarcely noticed when Meena meekly approached.

"H-Hey, Ash." the elephant was barely audible amongst the hammering and rushing water but she met her eyes anyway.

"What's going on here?" Ash asked; gesturing loosely to all of the construction.

"M-Mr. Moon is having a special guest so wanted a nicer backdrop for you guys to perform on. Actually, w-we've been working on it for days."

"That's cool, I guess. So,um - any idea how to get back there so I can change and practice for a bit or…?"

"Oh! Y-Yeah! Mr. Moon said he left a sign outside for you guys. F-For you to use the back entrance - you know, that one over by his office?" the elephant's hands folding nervously in front of her as she answered.

"I think I know where that door is. Uh - Thanks." Ash muttered, feeling a bit peeved at having to go the long way around, but as she turned to leave, Meena spoke out again.

"I-I don't mean to pry, b-but, are you okay? …I-I mean the other day, you just seemed really sad. N-N-Not that I noticed or anything!" large hands rose up in a placating manner and the elephant's face was slowly being engulfed by her own ears. "I-I just wanted to make sure you're alright." Meena stuttered through her sentences and eyes mostly staying on her feet as she spoke.

Clenching her teeth at the sudden inquiry, Ash pushed through her answer as politely as she could warrant right now. Lance and her breakup was a touchy subject and moreover was her dealings with it but she also didn't want to be rude to the meek girl either.

"...Yeah. I'm fine." Ash replied with a slight nod, which Meena accepted with a nervous smile.

Back outside, she walked all the way around the building until she found the camouflaged door between some poles covered in chipped yellow paint. The dusty air from construction was almost immediately intoxicating as she opened the door and shut it behind her; conditions expected from such an old building but was bothersome nonetheless.

A slight spring in her step as she gripped her guitar case tighter; determined to practice it at least a few more times before Buster called them on stage. Her own lyrics and chords going through her head as she made it up the stairs. Eyes subconsciously glancing to a couple of the pictures and posters lining the walls throughout the hallway. Majority of them weathered, cracked with dusty frames; the subjects portrayed were mostly deceased stars that graced the theater once upon a time.

Temporarily passing by Buster's office, she froze mid-step.

The door was ajar and the piano music pouring forth was seemingly pleasant enough to warrant a quick listen. Not seeing a radio or anything of the sort, she was confused as to where exactly it could be coming from.

Allowing her curiosity taking over, she peered into the door crack and saw Johnny over in the far right corner of the room. The gorilla, sans leather jacket, was sitting at the tattered old piano, playing a song she swore she heard before; perhaps from one of her father's records. It wasn't the one he'd played last time and that was about the extent she cared to give it any further thought. Gaze wandering over the strange scene, she took in Ms. Crawley, the ancient iguana fast asleep on the chair a few feet behind him. It was hard to tell she was sleeping at first since her glass eye was peeled wide open; that sight caused Ash's lips to quirk up slightly.

Icy blue eyes flicked back over to Johnny who was lost in his own world. Arms and shoulders swaying, foot tapping, head bobbing along with the beat he was playing. Humming out the up-tempo melody; a few sung words escaping every now and again as he played but it was apparently more to keep his place in the music rather than performing the lyrical aspect.

Ash had to admit that he'd vastly improved - and in such a ridiculously short time.

Her own guitar playing took months for her to attempt more intricate pieces without screwing up and this guy picked it up in more or less than a week! It was nothing compared to the awful plinking and missed notes from the other day; now it was smooth and fluid as his hands tickled the ivories in confidence. Any hint of stubborn jealousy fell to the wayside as she marveled in her own victory; being able to write her own song in two days and if he was able to learn a song on the piano in the same amount of time, well, perhaps miracles did happen…

A missed note abruptly rang out and an instantaneous groan of frustration filled her ears.

Perhaps she'd spoken too soon.

"Ugh! I almost had it…." Johnny exclaimed; accented voice muffled from stuffing his face into his hands. Ms. Crawley didn't so much as twitch as the gorilla stubbornly hit the keys with clenched fists. "Bugger!" he grumbled; forehead pressed on the keys and the piano groaned loudly under his weight.

The almost curse, if you could call that, had a slight chuckle tickling Ash's throat when she heard it because it was surprising to see the gorilla acting as such. Yet, what surprised her more was how quickly he picked himself up; almost immediately, he took a deep breath and gave himself a quick pep talk before the song started again from the top.

Ash had to give Johnny credit where it was due - the guy didn't give up…

A sudden slam of a door down the hall had her flinch and realize she'd been standing here far too long already. Own career and chance at the money on the line was far more important than checking out the competition…

Not like that, dammit!…she grumbled internally while shaking her head of any further pesky thoughts; chalking their escape up to her incredible exhaustion. Refusing to spare Johnny another glance, she disappeared down the stairs to the practice rooms.

Roughly an hour later, Meena had told them to meet Buster Moon backstage.

For no apparent reason, Ash was tense and beside herself. Reluctantly dressed in the atrocious outfit Buster had chosen; a sudden bundle of nerves caused by her exhaustion and wariness weighing down on her. Realizing she was about to perform something so personal in front of everyone; essentially airing out her dirty laundry among these random acquaintances. Sure, alone and lost in her own thoughts, the song came out but did it warrant her singing her own struggles with her ex to them?!

"Alright. I'll be calling you back one by one! Johnny, you're up first, so get ready." Buster announced, the koala bounding through the backstage and looking over each of them.

"Yes, sir." the gorilla replied politely as Buster moved closer to the stage.

"Good. Everyone else know their numbers?"

"Ya!" Gunter announced with an exuberant flourish but the rest of the crew just gave the koala a stiff nod.

"Alright! Break a leg, everybody!" Buster encouraged before he was gone with a flick of the curtain.

Ash was only somewhat aware of anything that was happening around her or on stage; even largely trying to ignore the other performers surrounding her. But as the time ticked on, Ash's icy blue eyes flicked up for only a second to take in her surroundings.

Rosita still seemed less than optimistic about performing but it was a relief to see the kindly pig here considering what had occurred just days ago. Gunter was his normal self; strutting around, jogging in place and adjusting the sequin tracksuit in the mirror that Johnny just vacated. Speaking of whom, the gorilla was leaning against a wall, fingers loosely drumming on his thighs like he was at the piano. Admittedly, less jittery than last time, there was still an almost panic to his motions. The last contestant, Mike, was nowhere to be seen and for that, Ash was rather thankful… Almost as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the mouse rubbed her the wrong way. Smug superiority lacing every single word coming out of his mouth reminded her far too much of a certain cheating bastard…

Tearing her eyes back to her lap, she took a calming breath. Refusing to give Lance a thought right now. This was her moment, her time to shine and he shouldn't get the pleasure of being on her mind during any of this. Putting her hand atop her guitar case as if for comfort, she closed her eyes and relaxed if only for a moment.

Buster's muffled announcements in introducing their show was barely registering to her as she got lost in her own meditations. Lyrics and chords going over and over again in her head as she mentally prepared herself. Still experiencing slight trepidation, she was ready to prove herself in front of Buster Moon and even the special guest he acquired, the famous ex-Broadway performer, Nana Noodleman.

There was so much she wanted to prove to them, the world, Lance, and mostly to herself. To demonstrate that she could do this of her own volition. Take pride in her accomplishment - her song and knew singing it today would be the right choice…

A slam of the front doors followed soon by voices bellowing through the theater had the entire group flinch and rise to their feet. Angry, muffled demands were not exactly what any of the performers were expecting. Giving each other curious glances and wondering what to do next was considered for them when the voices turned from demanding to downright furious.

Gunter, Rosita, Johnny, and Ash emerged onstage, with Meena following behind, ran out onto the stage and saw what no one was expecting.

The missing contestant, Mike, was currently being crushed inside the hand of a massive bear with two more, who looked almost identical, standing just inches behind. Before anyone could even mutter a single word, the newcomers beat them to it.

"Where's da money?!" The largest bear growled out; razor sharp teeth bared as he stared down at a very confused Buster Moon.

The koala, seemingly not very intimidated, replied, "Uh - What are you talking about?" Buster was not exactly subtle as he backed up closer to a very pretentious looking chest on stage.

The bears were not amused.

"Please, Moon!" Mike squeaked pathetically as the bear tightened his grip. "They're gonna fuckin' kill me!"

"Alright, alright, alright!" Buster stuttered, small hands up in a placating manner as to try and appease the suddenly tense situation. "S-S-Sure. The chest. I-It's all yours, boys. Take it and please vacate my theater."

"Yau op'n eet furst." one of the bears behind the leader spoke up; accent even thicker than the first. As if it wasn't hard enough to understand them…

"Oops. I uh, seemed to have misplaced the key," Buster made a rather convincing show of patting down his pockets, "I think it may be in my office but wouldn't you rather just take the whole thing? It should weigh nothing compared to what you strong gentlemen are probably used to carrying."

The bears answered by squeezing Mike tighter to which the mouse let out a painful squeal and everyone swore they heard an almost muted crack.

"Oh, look! There it is! Who would've thought? I found it! Silly me, I keep forgetting about that pocket." Buster chuckled nervously; a single drip of perspiration slipping down his face as he offered the small key to the towering bears.

Suffice to say, they weren't interested in taking it.

"You open it." the leader growled deep in his throat and Buster swallowed thickly.

"S-Sure."

You could hear a pin drop as Buster Moon made his way to the chest and popped open the lock. Suddenly, Mike was thrown to the ground and the bears had trampled over to the chest and pushed Buster aside. The koala hitting the stage with a painful thud as the monstrous bears ripped open the wooden box and to the horror of everyone watching…

There was nothing but junk stuffed inside.

"What is dis?" the leader asked the question on everyone's mind.

"T-The uh, prize…" Buster replied with a chuckle.

The contestants watching on were in complete shock at the implications of what Buster was saying. The broken radio and random trash piled inside the now open box…this was the $100,000 they were promised…?

Yet before anyone could even form the ability to speak or demand an explanation, a roar broke out through the theater. The bears stomped angrily toward the downed Buster Moon with their fists raised. The largest slamming his foot right near Buster's skull and the sound that accompanied prickled the hair on every one of their bodies.

It was almost muted at first. The barest breath of wind before a deafening cracking dissonance infiltrated Moon Theater; the group peering up at the hairline cracked that formed before the glass wall exploded in a thundering boom.

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