#so anyways <3 The Breath Mints. were so close but alas. ALAS. we did not win it all despite even though we had our best season on record
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The Breath Mints. lost in the first round of the playoffs yet again, which is disappointing but i think there needs to be attention paid to HOW we did it.
itâs a pitchers duel between Mindy Kugel and Winnie Hess. both great pitchers, both underhanded, itâs honestly pretty evenly matched between the mechs 2 batters left and the rest of KC and itâs the fifth game of the series- whoever wins will make it to the semi-finals.
its the bottom of the second and theres been no hits, but suddenly! a recently chomped Marco Stink hits a dinger! classic for the bug! however this is BAD, Mindy has underhanded, but not to worry! He strategically hits it into one of the Meadowâs big buckets and it effectively makes it 0 runs. scoreâs still 0-0 and its fine. doing great.
the rest of the game is tense, theres hardly been any hits on EITHER side and weâve made it to the top of the 9th and thereâs STILL been barely any hits. but Winnieâs never been great under pressure. she is often scared of plastic bags that come tumbling through the field, horses are just like that, and sometimes, she gets startled. but Winnie, a creature of habit, does what she does best, and Gurgieâs Gia Holbrook.
now you may be thinking, well thatâs fine! Winnie gets gurgies! Blood for the Blood Horse!Â
well, while this is usually the case, this PARTICULAR series was the WORST time to Gurgie. The Mechâs have a team modification from their evolution prior to the breach called Maintenance Mode, which means that whenever someone has been impaired on their team that team will get a fourth out for the REST OF THE GAME.Â
Winnie, realizing what sheâs done, tries to hold it together, but she canât. Sheâs trying to figure out how to fix it and she lets in two singles from a scattered Adelaide Judochop. Thereâs two outs on the board and she just has to keep it together, but she lets up a double from Gia and they score a SINGLE run. its not too bad, she can come back from this. two more outs is all she needs, the batters can get one run sheâs sure of it, and she throws the ball. sheâs watching it go and Adelaide hits a sacrifice bunt to Jode Preston. Two Runs. sheâs trying to keep it together on the field but she gets a little sloppy, luckily its a flyout from Gia to end the inning.
Itâs up to the batters now, and the pressure is ON. Jode hits a single to start out the inning, sheâs not here to play games sheâs here to WIN. Twooneyâs up to bat, sheâs had a rough go of it these past few days- her hittings fine but sheâs still a bit shaken from her near death experience the final day of the regular season and just how CLOSE of a call it was- but she steps up to the plate and hits the ball! She reaches on fielders choice, not what she wanted but sheâll take it. Marcoâs up to bat, she watches him get strike after strike and hit two fouls, but sheâs BUBBLING with energy. Sheâs DESPERATE for this win, an outlet to try and overcome her anxieties and how much she just wants to PROVE she can win this game. She steals second, the crowd goes wild and Marco looks at her wide eyed as he strikes out. Itâs up to Kina, eyâre not a great hitter but Twooney knows shi can do it. Kina racks up two strikes, and Twooney can feel that itch coming back. Mindy throws a ball and Kina looks worried, Twooney takes a deep breath and BOLTS to third- and she MAKES IT. She looks at Kina, and smiles. Itâs up to hir now. Kina steadies herself and looks Mindy right in the eye and...
HITS A SINGLE, GETTING TWOONEY IN TO GET THE BREATH MINTS ON THE BOARD.
Kinaâs on first, leaving the Val Games replica to take em home but it doesnât pan out like the Mints had hoped. The game ends 2-1.
Now the THING is, had this been a normal game, the Mechs SHOULD have lost. If Winnie hadnât gurgied, the Mechs wouldnât have been able to hit the sacrifice bunt that got them the second (winning) run of the game and it wouldâve gone into extra innings. And whatâs more, had Mindy not been underhanded The Breath Mints wouldâve WON that game 3-2 ANYWAYS. it really was just a series of unfortunate circumstances (and the Mechs superb pitching combined with their two player star line up) that made the mints lose again.
But god. What a game.
#so anyways <3 The Breath Mints. were so close but alas. ALAS. we did not win it all despite even though we had our best season on record#its ok the mechs did great and it was truly a FANTASTIC game to watch. incredibly tense. imo rivals s5d99 which for me is saying a LOT#but next season >:) breath mints win <3#im gonna look back on that tag and laugh my ass off probably lmaoooooooo#in typical me fashion this ended up being SUPER long which. lol sorry i just got really into it.#blaseball#kansas city breath mints#core mechanics#roxy talks
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Waiting for Midnight - Prologue
1,427 word count | idol Hoshi x Guardian Angel reader A prologue for a social media au series
âI promise it wonât happen again!â you cried, chasing after the Guardian of Angels.
It was past midnight, and you followed your superior through a grim and cave-like entrance that hides the stairway to the gates of the Almighty. You knew very well that you arenât allowed to enter the place, but in a desperate attempt, you had to follow.
You caught up behind your superior and held onto his glowing white robes, making him turn around and look at you harshly with his piercing silver eyes. âPlease give me one more chance,â you begged, voice sounding weak and cracked.
His gaze continues to pierce through you, and you continued to plead him. But the man with the silver eyes and long ice-white beard showed no sympathy to your distress. âPlease,â you rubbed your palms together.
He sighs and looks behind him, deliberating whether he should walk through the gates of the Almighty to terminate your guardianship or to show you compassion. Then he looks at you, and then he looks back one more time before harshly grabbing your wrist to pull you down the stairs and to the side.
âYou revealed yourself to your human in attempt to save her, but she still died before her Final Day under your guardianship,â he growled, pointing his finger at you. You couldnât bear to look at him. âGive me one good reason as to why I shouldnât terminate your guardianship.â
Words didnât come out of your mouth. Death came and took all your soul and left you with only grief and tears. Only then did you realize that your desperation was an empty shell.
This was how she felt when she was alive.
âShe told me that there are just some people in this world that you couldnât save, no matter who you may be,â your voice cracked as you placed a hand over your chest, surprised over the unfamiliar pain you feel inside. âShe told me that people just canât be saved unless you understood their pain.â
When you look up, you notice how his eyes begin to water. But he closes his eyes and blinks back the tears, âAnd so what? You want another chance to understand humans? See if you could save the next one?â It was clear that he was furious with you.
âAnd what happens if you canât save the next one?â He challenges you, eyes sharp and gaze unshaken.
âIt wonât happen again,â you whisper, âIâll learn to love the next one and guide them as if it were her.â
He tries to stand still with his arms crossed, face clear with disappointment and anger. But after a while, he struggles to keep his composure. He groans and takes a step closer, âAll right,â he whispers rather intimidatingly, âIâll give you one last chance.â
Suddenly, it felt as if you had a living heart that jumped out of your chest.
âBut if you so desperately want to understand humans, then you have to be human yourself.â
Your imaginary heart jumped out of your chest and fell to the underworld. âWhat?â You whispered back in disbelief.
âCome with me,â He says as he grabs your wrist and leads you outside the cave-like entrance and back into the quiet little village in the middle of busking Seoul city. In the realm of humans, the Guardian of Angels no longer had a long white beard and glowing robes.
Instead, his white hair was freckled with grey strands and put up in a man bun. He wore a black shirt, jeans, and what looked like a faded and worn brown leather jacket. And his eyes were no longer silver but plain old black. Oddly, he also smelled like smoke and mint.Â
You looked down at yourself and realized that you were no longer wearing robes as well but a dress that was like the ones your previous human loved to wear. With an unsteady breath, you nervously turned your head to peek at what would be your ultimate nightmare.
âYes, your wings are gone.â He states the obvious for you while he continues to drag you along with him to who knows where, âStarting tonight, you are human. And you see this?â
He stops in the middle of the empty street to lift your hand up and show you your wrist. Like magic, a mark was slowly burning into your skin. You tried to yank your hand back as you winced in pain, but he held it tightly in his grip.
He shows you a mark on your wrist that was tainted with white lines, âThese are the wings that only you and other angels like me could see.â He lifts his wrist and shows you the same mark on his, âIt reminds us in this human world that we are celestial beings.â
You nodded slowly, taking your wrist back to look at it. With your other hand, you traced the white lines that formed the wings on your wrist. But it didnât take you a while to observe your marking as he grabbed your wrist once again and dragged you along the street. âWhere are we going?â You asked, feeling a little uneasy.
âTo meet someone that I used to know,â He says, suddenly smiling as he stopped in front of a tiny little cafĂ©. Before you could voice your curiosity, he reached out, yank the door open, and ushered you inside.
Behind the counter, you see an old lady wearing an apron. She was holding a basket filled with pastries that she kept from the display rack. Your superior whistles softly behind you, calling the attention of the lady who finally sees you.
She drops the basket on the table and hurries around it with tongs in her hand. Your superior greets her with open arms, but she, on the other hand, stands on her tippy toes to raise her arm and hit your superiorâs head with the tongs that she was holding.
A gasp behind you makes you turn around to see a boy dressed in black winter clothes sitting in the corner table. His platinum blonde hair was peeping through the hood, but you couldnât see his face as he was wearing a black mask. He bows shyly at you as if he were intimidated to see you staring.
You bow slightly and turned back around, only to see your superior being dragged by the hair to the back of the café. It was your instinct to silently follow them.
You didnât understand what they were bickering about, but alas, the lady finally calmed down and your superior started fixing his man bun.
âSo, this is Anne,â Your superior exhales, putting a hand on Anneâs shoulder, âSheâs not a celestial. But she offers tea, coffee, and more for both celestials and humans. Youâll be working with her so that youâd be able to provide for your... human needs.â
She smiles warmly at you, and you smile back. But her smile doesnât last long as your superior starts rummaging through her kitchen cabinets, âAha,â he laughs as he found what he was looking for, âUse this phone to contact me and do whatever humans do on it. Itâs what I use whenever I need to stay in the human realm.â
You took the phone in your hands and nodded. Unlocking it and swiping left and right on the home screen. The device and the applications werenât unfamiliar to you as you constantly see how your previous human used it.
âAnyway, I have to go now. Do you have any questions, though?â He faces you and places both his hands on your shoulders, making sure that your full attention was on him.
âUm yeah,â you cleared your throat, âWhen will I turn back into... you know, who I used to be?â
He chuckles and shakes you up a little bit by the shoulders. He knew that you were a little nervous for your new mission, âWhen your new human finds the strength to hold on a little longer and figures out how to live without your earthly guidance, then itâs time to come home.â
âHow will I know when heâs ready?â
Your superior gives you a small smile, âYour mark will start to fade, and thatâs when you know that he no longer needs to borrow your wings to fly.â
You gulp, nodding and staring silently at the small angel wings that were marked on your wrist. Your superior takes his hands off your shoulders and turns to hug Anne and say his goodbyes.
He waves at you and head towards the door, then stopping as if he had forgotten something. âOh,â He chuckles, âYour new humanâs name is Kwon Hoshi. Heâs also an idol, just like your previous human.â
Waiting for Midnight - Epilogue
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At risk of losing your guardianship, you are forced to take form of a baker who works across Pledis Entertainment to closely guard your new human, Kwon Hoshi, a bubbly idol who often visits at midnight with heavy thoughts clouding his mind.Â
A/N:
Today was really the perfect day to publish Waiting for Midnight. Many of us remembered Jonghyun and his comforting lyrics, the sky in my city was crying from morning âtil night, and weâre finally starting with a fresh new story in this blog!
This series wonât be as frequently updated as Sheâs Exquisite since classes will be resuming soon and Iâll be working on my business plan and implementation already :( but Iâll make sure to update the series every 3 or 4 days! So, I hope you guys will continue to look forward to the incoming chaptersđ€
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iwaoi 17
17 - kiss to distract
ahh thank you so much!!
you can still ask for more prompts!!
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As soon as the rest of the team left the club room, Iwaizumi wasnât sure anymore if this was a good idea. Like, yes, he considered himself Oikawaâs closest friend and they pretty much were always the last ones to leave and spent the rest of the day together. However, considering Iwaizumi had to make an effort to no let Oikawa go home, Iwaizumi questioned his ability to pretend normalcy.
âYou still not ready, Iwa-chan?â Oikawa singsonged and out of reflex, Iwaizumi threw his jacket at him.
âShut up, Shittykawa.â Grunting, he put the rest of his sportswear in his bag.
âMean!â Oikawa pouted, but it didnât last long until his lips spread into a grin again. âSo?â
âSo what?â Iwaizumi deadpanned as he retrieved his jacket and pushed it in with the rest of his clothes. Future Iwaizumi will have to deal with the mess he made. When he looked back up, Oikawa had crossed his arms in front of him, lower lip pushed out almost comically.
âWhat are your plans?â Oikawa tapped his foot impatiently on the floor but Iwaizumi just cocked his eyebrow unimpressed.
âWhatâs up with you? Dunnoâ, shrugging Iwaizumi left the club room, waiting for Oikawa to follow him. There werenât many choices, he realized. They couldnât go to eat something, even though they both were probably pretty hungry after training. Neither could they just go home, that was the whole point in âdistracting Oikawa from going homeâ plan, Hanamaki and Matsukawa so graciously came up and pushed onto Iwaizumi.
Oikawa walked out the door, pulling it close after him before locking it. He turned the doorknob two times to be sure it was closed, then made a half-turn facing Iwaizumi again, this time with a small scowl.
âIwa-chan. You know what date today is. Donât play dumb with me.â
Iwaizumi shrugged again and started descending the stairs. âItâs Thursday, right? Did I forget something?â Unable to hold back, Iwaizumiâs lips split into a grin. Thankfully he had already turned his back to Oikawa, who stumped after him, shoving his shoulder playfully.
âTreat me to dinner!â He whined, pressing his shoulder between Iwaizumiâs shoulder plates. With a grunt, Iwaizumi straightened, pushing Oikawa away from him.
âWhy should I? Iâm not even hungry.â
âLiar!â Pointing his finger almost right up his nose, Oikawa made a disbelieving face. âYouâre the hungriest person after training I know! And you know I am super hungry after working out, so donât you dare play this card.â
Iwaizumi bit his lip. Oikawa knew him too well. And he was hungry, for godâs sake. Why did they have to plan a dinner for his birthday party at his place anyway? That was the stupidest idea their teammates could have come up with. But he probably was even more stupid that he agreed to that in the first place.
âWanna have some ice cream then?â Iwaizumi relented. They both needed something in their stomach and having the convenience store on their way home was pretty ⊠convenient. Apparently making the right choice, Oikawa beamed at him.
âYour treat!â Smiling, Oikawa skipped ahead.
âOi!â Iwaizumi made a few big steps, catching up. âI never agreed to that!â But, oh, did he know he would comply either way. When did he not? Okay, granted, Iwaizumi is known for denying Oikawa lots of fun and slacking off but if someone paid more attention, they would certainly notice how Iwaizumi was weak to give Oikawa everything he needed to be happy.
That included buying Oikawa ice cream after training on a hot summer day, regardless of it being Oikawaâs birthday. He would have done it any day.
It was the end of the term, most of the students already in the mood for summer vacation to start and crowding the convenience store. Iwaizumi and Oikawa pressed through the aisles, stopping in front of the small freezer to decide which icecream should satisfy their immediate hunger.
Iwaizumi didnât have to think for long, grabbing the vanilla popsicle and with a side glance to Oikawa picked up the mint-chocolate one for him. They both were too predictive, but they didnât care. They got in line with all the other students, ignoring the chatter and paid as fast as possible to flee the growing heat in the store.
Outside wasnât any cooler but at least they could breathe. Unwrapping their ice cream, they set a leisurely pace down the street. Almost in a panic, Iwaizumi realized that they were on their way home.
âWanna stop by the playground?â The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could think it through. Oikawa cocked both his eyebrows as he bit into his popsicle. (Who even did that?!)
âIwa-chan, are you finally acknowledging your inner child?â
Iwaizumi made a side step, making Oikawa trip. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â With a satisfied smirk, Iwaizumi took a right turn at the next intersection. The playground wasnât far from their homes, it was one of their meeting places to play when they were younger. Most of the time they just ran across the street to each other, but whenever someone wasnât home or had something to do, they ended up meeting at the playground before starting a new adventure.
When they were only a few meters away from the playground, Oikawa suddenly sprinted ahead and jumped over the small fence.
âFirst!â Triumphantly Oikawa punched the air, grinning at Iwaizumi with the smuggest grin he could muster. Iwaizumi made a disgusted face in response.
âCongratz, you sprinted 5 meters, are you proud of yourself?â
âVery, so.â Spinning around, Oikawa pointed to the swings. âWanna bet who can jump the highest?â
Iwaizumi knew Oikawa was just daunting him, but again, who was he to deny Oikawa any request?
âYouâre on, Trashykawa.â
They both ran over to the swings, bags thrown to the side before jumping on it. Pushing themselves from the ground, they gained height pretty fast. Oikawa was laughing loudly next to him, making Iwaizumi feel a familiar buzzing in his stomach.
âOn three!â Oikawa yelled as if Iwaizumi couldnât have heard him otherwise.
âThree!â Iwaizumi started the count down.
âTwo!â Oikawa continued with the next push.
âOne!â Iwaizumi bit his lip to suppress his grin.
âGo!â
They both let go of the swing when they were at their highest, soaring through the air toward the setting sun. It was only for one or two seconds, but Iwaizumi felt so alive at that moment. Crashing down on the grass, they rolled off their momentum until they stopped breathless facing each other.
âI win!â Oikawa declared, still laughing breathlessly. Iwaizumi felt his breath being caught as well, but for a whole other reason.
âWhy?!â Trying to sound angry, Iwaizumi furrowed his eyebrows but the grin on his lips betrayed his joy.
âBecause itâs my birthday!â
âItâs your birthday?â
âIwa-chan!â
They snickered, pushing their heads together until they were full out laughing again. Iwaizumi rolled back on his back, wiping away a tear from laughing too hard. Oikawa sat up next to him, dusting himself off.
âWell, letâs go home. Itâs already late and I am really hungry.â
Iwaizumi sighed, pulling out his cellphone to check the time. It was already half-past seven, the agreed time, but just when he wanted to pocket his cellphone again, a text message popped up.
MatsukawaWe need 15 more minutes!!forgot the candles!!
Iwaizumi suppressed a groan, mind already racing for any white lie to hold off going home. But, alas, he knew pretty much himself that thinking wasnât his forte so he let his body do the work. His hand jerked out before his mind caught up, grabbing Oikawaâs sleeve and pulling him down again. With so much force, Oikawa fell down on Iwaizumi, catching himself with his other forearm next to his head.
âAck! Iwa-chan what was th-â
Iwaizumiâs hands relocated on Oikawaâs collar, pulling him down which resulted in Oikawa losing his balance and crashing their lips together. They both grunted, teeth clacking but Iwaizumi didnât let go. As if in apology, he softened the kiss, moving their lips against each other until Oikawa sighed, holding Iwaizumiâs face in turn.
After a few seconds, they regained their rhythm and Oikawa pushed his lower lip between Iwaizumiâs lips, biting slightly at them. In response, Iwaizumi sucked on Oikawaâs lower lip which he presented to willingly. Oikawaâs hands tightened in Iwaizumiâs hair, holding on to not lose himself. They caught their breath every now and then, turning their heads from right to left and kissing each other until their lips were swollen.
âIwa-chan!â Oikawa finally managed breathlessly. âWhatâŠ?â
Iwaizumi reluctantly opened his eyes, heart skipping when he looked up at Oikawaâs stupid kissed face, eyes glassy and lips rosy. Granting himself another chaste kiss, Iwaizumi looked away. His face started to heat when he realized what he had done. Clearing his throat, he let go of Oikawaâs collar, smoothing it slightly.
âHappy birthday, I guess.â
âYou guess?!â Oikawa sat up, straddling Iwaizumiâs legs and crossing his arms. âWhat does that mean?â
âWellâ, Iwaizumi raked his brain for an answer that didnât sound as made up as it was going to be, âyou won in our swing match. This is your price.â Wow.
âWow.â Oikawa sounded as unimpressed as his inner voice, but he didnât wince, so that was that. âGetting kissed by my boyfriend on my birthday requires to win at a swing contest?â
âIt was your choice dating someone as tactless as me.â Iwaizumi shrugged but felt his face flame up again. This was all so stupid.
Oikawa sighed, letting his arms dangle free again. âWell, I did that.â Leaning down and kissing Iwaizumiâs pouting mouth, Oikawa grinned. âWouldnât have it any other way.â
Then he stood up, offering Iwaizumi a hand who huffed before taking it. Iwaizumi glanced at his phone again as they grabbed their bags, 7.45 pm, perfect. Letting out a breath in relief, Iwaizumi pushed Oikawa with his shoulder.
âHurry up, Iâm hungry.â
âOh, suddenly you decide to allow us food? How graciously of you!â Oikawa laughed, letting himself being pushed.
âJust shut up.â Though he was grunting, Iwaizumi felt a smile tug at his lips.
They reached Iwaizumiâs home in less than two minutes, an unspoken agreement to go to Iwaizumi because thatâs what they always did. The sun was almost down, some lights were already turned on and from within the house, there were loud noises to be heard. Talk about being subtle, Iwaizumi thought to himself. Well, as long as Oikawa was surprised, their plan worked.
Oikawa put his hand on the handle, since he stopped ringing the bell when he was like 8, but before he pushed the door open, he glanced over his shoulder, pinning Iwaizumi with a smug glare.
âDid you think you were discreet?â He half-whispered, making Iwaizumi freeze. âGlancing at your phone and then kissing me? Iwa-chan, prepare yourself for revenge for only kissing me as a distraction.â With a wink, he opened the door. Â
#Haikyuu#IwaOi#Iwaizumi Hajime#Oikawa Tooru#prompt#thank you so much#i had so much fun writing it#!!
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do you have a drabble or headcanon of your otp: fooling the world & each other becoming engaged? pretty please. c: i'm curious.
because you said please + iâll take any excuse to talk about them, iâm obligated to answer this. honestly i have way too many headcanons but iâm going to try and be concise and coherent here (+ huge apologies for how long this is anyway, but these two are hella complicated and iâm way too Extra for their angst)headcanons:
- they only get engaged because she claims sheâs pregnant (spoiler alert: sheâs not, but sheâs relying on the fact that she can get pregnant soon after/in a close enough window for it to be true) - she uses that excuse to get his attention bc he seemed to be getting more and more distant and passive re: their relationship and she wanted to have a way to lock him down even if she has to heavily manipulate the situation to get her way. sheâs like a milder form of amy dunne.- sheâs also the poster child for abandonment and trust issues because her parents were awful, but itâs what brought them ~together~ in the first place. his ex-gf, viv, was her best friend. they all lived together in NYC, along w tomâs own bestie, for six years ( which is what #manhattan memoirs is about ) before viv one day abruptly moved out without an explanation, dropping contact with them both, abandoning their perfect unit of four. up until that point tom and tessa barely tolerated each other + had an ongoing banter thing going on. she had a short fuse and he loved to light it at any chance he got. antagonizing her was his favorite hobby. later on, they proceeded to âbondâ over angry and angsty hate sex to avoid being sad over her vivâs departure. but then feelings were caught. oops. anywaysâŠ- sheâs a ~first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby~ kind of person, and he knows this. having a baby without being married first would be a huge deal breaker for her. if he declined stepping up to ask her to marry him there would be no baby and sheâd tell him to leave (in theory, but between you and me i donât think she could and would have come up with something more dramatic to get his undying attention)- it was very non romantic and went down more like a business deal discussion. she presented a serious ultimatum that needed addressing. she sprung it on him. essentially, pre-proposing his proposal. there was no ring or down-on-one-knee business. it was very much a highly staked version of âshould i stay or should i go?â- she went out by herself after the âproposalâ and chose her own ring and everything. anything he chose would have been complained about and returned- he wanted/wants to propose again in a more romantic and thoughtful way because even though heâs pretty neutral about marriage, he sees itâs important to her and she deserves the best of things. alas, time kept ticking by and it seemed like heâd lost his shot, so he kept such plans to himself and lets her resent him a little extra for his apparent lack of involvement, as usual.i do not have a full drabble composed ( yet - but i probably will one day even though it will ruin my life ), but i do have various fragmented flashback/extracts from actual replies/past threads that may or may not make sense out of context but, regardless, iâve collected them below if youâre interested on a glimpse of things somewhat engagement-related:
1. Their tables had done more than shift, they had been flipped and spun out. The undeniable truth tightly wrapped around his reality, pinning him transfixed in place. For better or for worse, those two lines had seen Tomâs uncontrolled fishtailing hitched onto a finite track. A duo of one dimensional pink had the power to change everything. Tom blinked over dilated pupils, his sentimental conscience sucker punched by a one-two hit of remorse and disquietude. It was all still etched into him like the grooves of a record, designed to be played on repeat at his masochistic leisure â Tessa presenting herself empty handed after already discarding the evidence, bearing the news with clutched hands and a penetrating gaze. Her voice, poised and decisively urgent: âStay.â They were standing in the same room for the first time in three days. Heâd avoided the sheen of her dark hair for the floorboards, âThatâs not all youâre asking.â His timbre noticeably wavered in comparison to hers. Like a whip, Tessaâs voice cut across with a warning flatline: âNo. Itâs what we are.â Her eyes, calculating, soften magnanimously the moment he looks up, âYou know your answer, donât you, Thomas?â 2. Her reveal had been a surprise. Admittedly, he was the only one to blame for that belief, his sense of awareness not particularly careful nor attentive during the time between an office shift ending and them falling from a fight into a bed together. In all itâs âA one time thing. Weâre not doing this again,â ( gradually switched out for âmake it a one more time thing,â ) glory. What had only ever been meant to be a secondary arrangement, intended to fill space, to pass time. The most beneficial way to end a combative argument. It was an exhausting interlude that matched the tone of his routine, wearing him down until he was nothing but fine grains. He had been confused, torn, and collectable.3. No celebratory graduation ceremony marked their progression as they impassively watched their shared temperature rise from âflingâ to âfiancĂ©â, endlessly fluctuating between offensively heated and dishearteningly tepid throughout. Their anniversaries as somber as the sticker announcing it on the square of calendar. That catalyzing moment of history turned away from very deliberately. There were no sweet heart-eyed how did you two meet narratives to supply. Just Mr. Type-B and Ms. Type-A, two heartbroken kids susceptible to distraction. Amusing themselves until it became real. Maybe it did. Or maybe it was harmless and it was pure paranoia making it seem like a neon sign blinked above his head in an infinite line of alarmed exclamation marks.4. Wreckage was imminent no matter which way the pieces aligned. Home ( now ) was sleeplessly staring at a ceiling, deliberating in the dark and into the glow of the morning. Most of all, an internal pleading line of looped thought: Oh, God, let today be a normal day. Let him be normally nervous, unhesitating, and spontaneously happy. Let him not squint as Tessa walked away, the disheveled shadow of dark hair thrown down her back strongly evoking of anotherâs in poor lighting. Familiar shades of umber and taupe clashing with the lesser known notes of sangria and mint on her breath, the scent of rose in her hair. Tessa, an intended sojourn; a breathing space. An operating lightbulb to illuminate the dreary darkness of a vicissitude neither wanted to admit they were blind in trying to navigate. No one was ever prepared for a demotion into the limited edition status of anotherâs life when, viewed in the other direction, theyâd presumably been branded essential. But it had happened, and Tessa was the only tangible reason not to go too far off an precipice that led to no tomorrow. Pulling at hands smudged with paint instead of cigarette ash in a desperate attempt at capsizing the insurmountable detritus of past imprints drifting throughout his system. Taking the brunt of all frustration, tremor, and every emotion banned from expression. Aggressively sidelining the only language he wanted to feel, touch, and listen to. Relearning a different one. Everything that had been absentminded and easy now requiring vigilance and humorless behavior. Yet as exhausting as all her short tempered glares and cavilling was, it had also been her strict accountability and interception between him and acts of stupidity that kept him together.5. She was a person to whom his surrendering murmur of âI love youâ often had the bitter aftertaste of something over-steeped. His palliative precursor, a promising commitment not to be cowardly, invitingly interchangeable with other prosperous phrases of three: I am here. I am staying. We are family. The woman whoâd engaged in an unrequested initiative, yanking the dusty rug out from beneath their at-risk stale situation and pulling them into dazzling sunlight. He couldnât have said no if heâd wanted to. He was prepared to try â faking it until it was true â just as he shouldered everything else. Maybe saying yes to Tessa, and in turn something that scared him, had been the gateway drug.6. There were many shouldnât-ridden clauses, both spoken and not, between the two of them. Tessa and Thomas. One of the very first in-depth conversations theyâd had ended with a shouldnât. The first time he hadnât felt the need to crack a prolonged, tensely held, silence with something deprecating. Instead, tentatively entering the humid air, a plea and a concern all in one: We shouldnât do this, itâs too soon. Then, only two days later: we shouldnât stop, I canât do this alone. And the rest fell into natural order, the reoccurring theme of expectations fallen short: He shouldnât come home so late. She shouldnât have to ask twice. We shouldnât talk about that. The clarity of her voice in his head was almost identical to a certain other someoneâs. A different inflection, a different time â but just the same; a damning memory able to be plucked from the recesses of his mind at the most inconvenient of moments. Tessaâs censorious commentary was never far behind. Heâd been consumed by it in slowly advancing increments for nearly ten years. In the beginning, a day-to-day routine of merely pretending he was listening to her as he dotingly observed the accompanying figure that sheâd arrived with. More recently, her unimpressed narration wove through the fabric of any of the romantic or couple-y things they tried to do. Tom, begrudgingly following her into the overcrowded abyss of whatever public outing sheâd pre-arranged, always far too absentminded, staying alert for all the wrong reasons. Looking down to check on even the slightest vibration of his phone â a problem? A meeting? A respite? â whilst completely avoiding having to provide any input on Tessaâs newly favorite subject ( it rhymed with bedding ). Their verbal tennis matches, a ceaseless tit-for-tat game of passive aggression, could run steady laps around everything else they did. It was almost an entity of itâs own. There was Tom, there was Tessa, and there was that low pressure that hung in the atmosphere whenever they entered into the same room as if someone had made tasteless a joke at a funeral. The one beam of hope through it all was the fact that, admitted to or not, they knew each other too well. Despite what they withheld from one another â even though, if presented the same card drawn during a Rorschach Test sheâd see the shape of a book where heâd see a pint of beer â they could never return to being strangers. Getting to know her had been a muffled process, a slowly sinking feeling. The diluting of a strongly flavored concentrate with hot water. Three parts scathing to one part cordial. Mild enough to eventually be widely palatable as opposed to the too-potent original double dose; the sort of thing that appealed to rush-seeking junkies and hyperactive children and those who fell somewhere in between.
#this got so long i'm sorry afjhladkgh#idk what you were looking for#but in case it wasn't clear already i'm trash for these two. any question i get about them just enables my feelings.#PSA: i'm always down for questions or memes pertaining to otp: fooling the world & each other#it gives me life#otp: fooling the world & each other#tnt fan club#answered.#anonymous.
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