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inadaydream99 · 6 years ago

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Jksjs sorry for bothering again but I was wondering if you could write an ateez reaction to having a flirty relationship with their best friend who's also their crush? So they basically act like a couple all the time (except for kissing and that stuff). Like who would decide to confess his love or who wouldn't have the courage and just wait for you to say something? Sorry if it's a bit weird haha. Hope you have a great day and take your time, I love your work 😊

Hey, thank you so much for this request! I really like this scenario and it was very fun to write. I hope you enjoy reading this! 😁😁

Hongjoong

You and Hongjoong have been best friends for years, you are practically inseparable to the point where most people mistake you for a couple. The thing is you’re not, but Hongjoong wishes you were. Over the time of your friendship he has developed feelings for you, though he is pretty sure you don’t see him the same way.

Hongjoong is sitting in his room waiting for you to arrive at the dorms when Yeosang walks in and sits next to him.

“Why do you look so worried? (Y/N) definitely feels the same way as you.” Yeaosang says with a slight chuckle at seeing his friends nerves.

“But what if she doesn’t? Won’t that ruin our friendship? I’ve liked her for so long that I don’t know if I can face being rejected. Maybe I should just not say anything.” Hongjoong confesses his worries, Yeosang keeping silent as an unnoticed smirk appears on his face.

“I think you should.” Hongjoong’s head snaps up towards the door, his wide eyes landing on you. His heart instantly races at realising you have just heard everything. At seeing Hongjoong’s responce Yeosang silently stands up and leaves the room, sending you a small smile as he passes.

Hongjoong’s eyes follow you as you move towards him.

“I feel the same, by the way.” You smile at him fondly as he stands up and takes your hand in his. You have never seen him look happier and it makes you feel so warm inside.

Of course you felt the same Hongjoong thinks as you stare into each others eyes in awe.

Seonghwa

Your friendship with Seonghwa is unlike any others you have had. You just clicked from the moment you met, having most things in common and always enjoying each other’s company. It wasn’t until later in your friendship that you both started having feelings for one another, though neither of you voice them in fear of rejection.

You are hanging out in your usual spot near the Ateez dorms; the park opposite. It’s just a casual day, getting some fresh air and listening to Seonghwa rant about how annoying Mingi is and why he thinks that Wooyoung should shut up. Typical stuff.

You just laugh fondly as you listen to him, finding it very entertaining to see your best friend get all worked up. It wasn’t until he started talking about how Mingi was teasing him about his crush that you became a little tense. Of course he liked someone. Why has he never mentioned it? You suddenly felt deflated, your amused smile falling and your walk slowing until you’re just stood in the middle of the path.

Seonghwa stops and turns around to face you in confusion, a concerned look on his face as he takes in your slight frown.

“Why’d you stop walking?” Seonghwa asks as he approaches you, his intense stare piercing through you, making you feel a little shy.

“Who’s your crush? You’ve never mentioned one before. I thought we told each other everything.” You look up at him with sad eyes. Seonghwa takes a deep breath and looks at the ground before lifiting his head back to look at you again.

“I’ve never had the courage to tell you because it makes me nervous.” Seonghwa lowly speaks, almost in a whisper. You tilt your head in confusion as you look into his eyes trying to encourage him to continue.

“It’s you. I have had this crush for a while and I just didn’t think you would ever feel the same. So I kept it quiet.” Seonghwa diverts his eyes away from you, only looking back when he feels your hand caress his cheek.

“I like you too dummy.” You smile at him, a slightly teasing tone to your confession which makes him beam back at you.

You both just stare at each other, no more words needed, the small space between your faces slowly closing.

Yunho

Yunho is very reserved when it comes to expressing his feelings, espically when it comes to you.

You see, you are so close to each other that you practically act like a couple. Well, the domestic side of a couple anyway. You even have petty arguments over what the best flavour of chips are, or what show to watch together.

You have been very aware of Yunho’s feelings towards you. I mean, the guy isn’t exactly good at hiding it. Every time you tease him he blushes and becomes all shy and you find the longing stares he sends you when you are talking to one of the others very amusing.

But you’re starting to grow impatient from waiting for Yunho to confess. You’ve been dropping hints, not so subtly, in hopes of getting him to make a move. But nothing is working. So you decide to just make the first move yourself.

You walk into Yunho’s room, where he is laying on his bed, eyes glued to his phone. A determined look on your face as you get his attention.

“I know you like me so why won’t you ask me out?” You state feeling slightly irritated by the situation that you have been forced into. Yunho just looks at you a little stunned, his phone dropping onto the bed beside him as he sits up.

“You know?” He asks with wide eyes, you can visibly see the embarrassment crawl up his face.

“Yeah, it’s very obvious.” You giggle at his flustered state, feeling your annoyance slip away.

“So, will you go out with me tonight? We can finally go to that new restaurant down the road.” You raise a brow in amusement as Yunho blushes.

“Sure, that sounds great. But if any of the guys ask, I was the one who asked you ok?” Yunho looks at you with puppy eyes, begging for you to agree.

“Of course.” You smirk at him as you grab his hand and drag him out of the room.

Yeosang

Yeosang has been planning his confession to you for ages, wanting everything to go perfectly.

You’re the person who means the most to him. He absolutely adores everything about you and he wants to be able to call you his. So that what he is planning to do.

After being very close friends for a few years, it’s finally time to see if you are on the same page as him.

He asked to meet you after work, inviting you to meet him outside the cinema. You didn’t think anything of it, it was completely normal for you to watch a movie together.

So when you see Yeosang turn up looking very smart, holding a bouquet of flowers, you are surprised.

“I was hoping that this time we could watch a movie as more than friends. If you feel the same?” Yeosang asks you with a soft smile, not wanting to make you feel pressured in any way into saying yes.

You feel butterfly’s come to life in your stomach. You are so overwhelmed, in a good way.

Being at a complete loss for words you can only nod eagerly and smile. Accepting the flowers and allowing Yeosang to take your other hand in his as you enter the cinema together, for the first time as a couple.

San

San has been harbouring feelings for you for a while now. It’s the very cliché falling in love with your best friend scenario, which is why San has been trying to push his feelings aside.

It’s gotten to the point now where even the most minute action can set him off thinking about what it would be like to be in a relationship with you. Even things as ordinary as making him a coffee or cuddling together after a long and tiring day.

Your friendship is very important to both of you and San doesn’t want to do anything to jeopardise it. But he feels that if he doesn’t express how he feels then he will explode. So he does.

Being the cheesy boy he is, San decided to make a big guesture. And that gesture is to knock on your door at 3am.

You answer the door after forcing yourself to get out of bed. Who could possibly be visiting you this early in the morning!

“San, what do you want. It’s too early.” You whine as you see said boy looking at you with an expression you have never seen from him before. Was it nerves?

“I really like you. And it’s been tormenting me for months, I can’t sleep properly, I can focus on anything without it making me think of you.” San confesses, a little dramatically, but full of emotion. Now you feel awake, staring at him in surprise at this sudden information.

“I know it’s a lot to take in but I can’t just be friends anymore.” San continues as you process everything. You nod subtly, a faint smile on your face.

“I like you too.” You meet his eyes. They are captivating, the sight making you almost forget how to breath.

San takes a step forward, his hands resting on your waist as he looks down at you. Your lips millimetres apart as your foreheads rest together. Your eyes flutter shut as the small space his closed and sparks begin to fly.

Mingi

Mingi is awkward when it comes to feelings. That’s why when he realised that he had caught them for you he began to become a little clumsy around you.

You found it really endearing, how he would trip over his own feet because he is looking at you instead of where he is going, or how he struggles to maintain eye contact when talking without becoming extremely flustered.

Being quite forward yourself, you came to the conclusion that you would confess to Mingi how you feel. You aren’t really that worried because you know he likes you back so you though you might as well just go for it.

You wanted some help with asking Mingi out so you roped in Hongjoong, knowing he would probably be the most reliable.

As the plan is ready to go you signal for Hongjoong to hold out the banner you had made. It reads “Can we be more than friends?”. Cheesy I know.

On cue, Mingi walks through the door of the dorms, freezing when he sees Hongjoong holding the banner and you standing next to it with a nervous smile. You relax when Mingi’s frozen expression breaks into a wide grin and he moves towards you.

Pulling you into a warm embrace you hear him chuckle before pulling away to look down at you.

“You’re so cheesy. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Wooyoung

It’s not uncommon for Wooyoung to be a flirt towards you, your friendship being so strong that you just laugh and sometimes flirt back. But what you don’t realise is that Wooyoung is flirting with you because he is trying to hint that he has a crush. He just doesn’t have the guts to actually tell you.

So he waits. For what? he’s not really sure exactly. Is it for you to confess first or for him to build up enough courage to confess.

You have a crush on Wooyoung too. And similarly to him, you are too shy to admit your feelings.

You both just continue your friendship how it is. But you decide to up the flirting a little by leaving some lingering touches on his arm now and again, and actively making more of an effort to flirt first.

Your efforts go pretty much unnoticed by Wooyoung, however, the other guys do pay attention and begin to make jokes and remarks about you both.

You are sat in the kitchen with all the guys as they eat and laze about, your focus being on your phone. You don’t even bat an eyelid when Wooyoung comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Why aren’t you already together? You both like each other. You’re even acting like a couple right now.” Seonghwa states, rolling his eyes as you look up from your phone in surprise.

You feel Wooyoung tense and you turn your head to see his reaction; his face stunned and his mouth slightly hanging open.

“Seonghwa does have a point actually, why aren’t we?.” You shift to look at Wooyoung properly as you become a little shy from knowing all the guys are whitnessing this moment.

Wooyoung smirks as soon as he processes what you have just said and tightens his hold on you, a surge of confidence going though him.

“Well we are now.” Wooyoung states, both of you looking fondly at each other as you hear the guys start to complain at Seonghwa for instigating your soppyness in front of them.

Jongho

Being the youngest of Ateez had its benefits. For example, Jongho could persuade everyone to help him with his confession just by acting cute or breaking apples (because he knows they get very excited about that).

Jongho’s plan is to invite you over to the dorms, where he will have a meal prepared for you, asking you to have dinner with him.

The guys agreed to prepare the meal and set up the dining room so Jongho could get himself ready to finally tell you how he feels. Because he is the youngest he wanted to do something more mature, to show you that he is just as grown up as the other members.

You knock on the door and seconds later Mingi answers. He silently steps to the side and gestures for you to enter. You shoot him a confused look as you comply and walk into the hall.

You are guided by Mingi into the dining room where a slightly nervous looking Jongho is waiting. You gasp at the set up, it looks beautiful.

“What’s all this for? Did you do this?” You question in amazement.

“The guys helped set it up but it was my idea. I have been wanting to tell you how I feel for a while. But I really like you, a lot. And I was wondering if you would have dinner with me?” Jongho explains, his hands fidgeting together as he confesses.

“I would love to.” You smile genuinely towards him before a triumphant smile overtakes Jongho’s anxious looking face. You could feel your heart racing a million miles an hour at his confession and you couldn’t be more happy.

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bup-incorrect-quotes · 5 years ago

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Two ghosts I

This is the part one of a fanfic I have been working lately. At first, it was going to be a one shot, but it ending been really long, so I cuted in half and publish the first part now. The second part is allready write, but I need to pass it to a word archive because I write better on a fisical paper...

Also, I need to advise that inglish is not my first language, and even if I have a good manage of it, some mistakes may scape my multiple revisions. So, if you find one, please, tell me and I will fix it.

Disclamer: None of the characters that aperar in this history belongs to me, they belong to TamarinFrog (I don’t @ her because I still feel a little insecure about this) and her comic series Bottle Up. Also, the two principal characters in this are ghosts, and how they die will be treated explicitly (I mean, not in a gore way, but one of then includes a grafic explanation that includes blood), so if you’re not confortable with these kinda thmes, maybe you shouldn’t read it. If you do it, do it under your ound responsability.

Nothing else to say, I hope you enjoy it!

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Well, that was unexpected. Of course, everything looked too easy. She had to grab the musical box and get out the creepy victorian house. It sounded so simple. She should have seen the problem, but nope, she had to did it.

But then, if it was so simple, why she was looking at her corpse, that now was bleeding over the victorian carpet.

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–Soo…– Daisy looked at her with a playful smile. –It will be really funny. Plus, we maybe meet some cute boys. –

If Tetrox were a rational and responsable, she would definitely said no and go to study for the next week exam. But Tetrox wasn’t.

– Ya can bet I will be there, sugar. – That was her first mistake.

If something could go wrong, it went worst. Turns out the mansion was truly haunted. So, even before they enter in the hall, things started go wild.

At first, they only heard sounds like steps or things falling and broken… Classic horror movie effects. One of the guys that was with them ran away when the big clock of the second floor give the hour with an unholy shriek sound. He was the first, but not the last. In less than 30 minutes, Tetrox was complety alone. Daisy had tried to convince her to go back, but Tetrox was more fascinated with the place than scare. She told Daisy to went back to the dorms with the rest of their partners.

Second mistake.

She should went back when she enter in that room and saw how books and other kinds of small objects were floating in the air, static in different zones of the room. The eyes of the paintings looked like they were following every one of her movement.

She should have go back when that voice on the back of her head started screamming to get the heck out of that place and forget about take something of the room. But she ignored it and spotted a little musical box. That was perfect. And she graved the musical box… and the pandemonium beging.

The temperature of the room dropped until the point she was able to saw her own breath, the eyes of the paintings become holes that droped blood like tears and the things that were floating started to atack her while she ran away of the room.

The panic and adrenaline ran across her blood when the courtains of the corritor tried to grab her, even if she was faster than them. The glass of the Windows were vibrating and the wood floor creaked under her feet.

She tried to went down the stairs as fast as was possible.

That was her third and last mistake.

Her foot sliped and she falled down the stairs, hitting her head with one of the steps. Then, all went black and quiet.

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When she "woke up" a few moments later, she discovered the scene: her own body on the carpet, in a really unnatural position (probably due to the fall, the stairs were taller than they seemed). The musical box was open, letting a sweet melody cover everything like cruel irony.

And she, she was an spectator of her own dead.

–God dammit! You just couldn't let my things in their place, could you? – A masculine and really annoyed voice sound behind her. She turn around as fast as she could, confused.

A really pale (and handsome, to be fair) man in victorian clothes was there with his arms crossed and looking at her as everything wrong in the universe was her fault.

–Excuse me? – But she stilled a bit in shock.

The man looked at she even more disgusted. –You and your friends broke into my house and try to steal my belongings, ignored my warnings and destroyed my property.– Then, he pointed at her corpse, that was leaking some blood in the carpet. –No one cleans this place anymore, that blood stains will be imposible to clean. –

–Hold on. – Tetrox had to interrupt him. –You were the one doing all lof that shit! –

–Are you even listening? –

–Yes, sugar. And it looks like ya’re blamiming me for this.– She pointed her corpse. –I’m the one who just die! –

–It is not my fault if you are clumsy. – He said in a prepotent way as he smile.

–Excuse me!? Who was the one who was making the things flight against me? – Now she was the one pissed.

–First, you should have left when all your friends left. –

–Yes, just because an asshole ghost doesn't like having visitors! –

–What did you call me? – He looked really offended after her comment.

–C'mon, sugar. Ya're dead, ya don't even need those things! ��

–That's not your business! –

–Well, now it's because I'm dead because of yar "haunted house" show! –

–Wait! If this is someone's fault, it is yours! – He pointed at her. –You should have left when ...–

–Yes, when my friends left. – Tetrox imitated his voice.

–How dare you interrupt me when I'm talking! –

–Ya’re not my boss.– Tetrox was tired of the senseless conversation. –Ya’re only screaming at me anyway. –

He looked at her like she growed a second head. She didn’t care anyway, what else he could do to her? She started looking around the hall, that looked way less scary when you know that nothing can hurt you now. Tetrox began wondering if she would be able to go trough the the walls, maybe she should try it. Maybe she could fly now!

–What the hell are you doing? – The male ghost looked at her tired.

–I’m trying to fly. – She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

–Why? –

–Cause now that i’m a ghost there’s no much I can do. –

–You can go away of my house, for example. –

Tetrox grimed playfully. –And I should do that cause…?–

–Because this…– he pointed the walls that surrounded them. –is MY property, and you enter here uninvited. –

–How about no. –

He looked at her as his anger grew. –You are an intruder! This is my property and there is no way I would allow you to stay! – He exploded. At the same time, the things in the room started to fly and the walls started tremble violently. It would be terrifing to saw by some alive.

Tetrox was not.

–Ya can do that as much as ya like. Ya can’t hurt me now. – She smile smugly.

Then everything stop. The anger in his eyes became horror when he realised that she was right. He could do nothing to harm her. She was already dead and he can do nothing about it. He had no way to made her left the place.

–Oh no. – he whispered.

–Oh yes! – She exclaimed laughing.

He looked even paler than before, if that could be posible in a ghost, but he didn’t said anything else. He just floated over the stairs and his shadow got lost in the corritor.

Tetrox just shrugged. She didn’t care, the only thing she wanted was explore the old place with her new abilities.

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Arnick walked around the rooms. He finally managed to over come his frustration and anger.

He stopped and looked at the older painting like if them could talk. Everything was so quiet, just like it should be, just like always had been during the last century. Without anyone else but him. Maybe she decided to left.

Good, he didn’t need anyone else around that could disturbed his peace.

–What ‘re ya doing? – Maybe it was too soon to said that.

–Thinking – He gived to her a short and cutting response, but he refused to look at her. He wanna made her understood that he wanted to be alone.

–About what? – But looked like she didn’t got the signals. That was starting to made the frustation grow again inside him.

–That is not of your business. – Another cuttind responce. This time, he looked at her with disgusted, trying to got his message inside her head.

But she wasn’t having it.

–Ya have plenty of them around this place. They’re yar family? Yar friends? – Oh God. She never stops talking?

She keeped talking for a while. Arnick tried to ignore her and go away. But then, she started to follow him. Always talking, disturbing his precious silence. After a while, he had enough.

–Could you go away? Your presence is disturbing my peace. – He tried to be polite, but his frustation was starting to be pretty obvious.

–Nop. – She responded with a smile, like he just told her something nice.

If he were alive, he was pretty sure he will be red of fury. –Then why don’t you go to annoy someone who is not me. –

–Cause ya’re the only one I can talk to. – She kept smiling.

Arnick rubbed his forehead. Of coursed, she died just a few hours ago. She maybe was just confused or scared. That made perfect sense! She was probably in denial. And that could be the solution of the problem. Maybe he just needed to made her realised that she had died and she will let him alone.

–‘Re ya ok? Sugar? – She was looking at him a bit strangely. He had been quiet for a long time, not moving or reacting.

–Yes. – He felt in better humor, now that he finally knew how to restore his peace. –I undestand that right now you are a bit confuse. – She looked at him like she know nothing about he was talking about. –Your dead was sudden and you have no idea what to do now. –

–Not really. – she replied as if it was nothing.

He tried again. –Maybe you now feel that, but have you think in the reaction that your parents may have? Losting her daughter at such a young age… –

–Nah, I’m an orphan. –

–I am sorry to learn that, but now is the perfect change to opportunity them again. –

–I didn’t know them when I was alive, neither I know their names or how they looked. – She didn’t looked sad or even nostalgic; she was talking like the conversation were about the clime: boring and uninteresting. That attitude annoyed and scared him in equal parts, if she was alone in the world, she would never left.

–And what about your friends? – If that didn’t work, he would be in troubles.

Luckily, her bored expression changed –Oh… – She looked away for a second. –I guess I should say goodbye… Probably Daisy and Bella are worried about me… – She looked sad and guilty. That was what he need.

–Meh, I guess I will have to wait until someone find my body, then I will said goodbye in my funeral. – And she looked again like the begin of the conversation. –By the way, what’s your name? I’m Tetrox. –

She was smiling again, only this time she was offering her hand to him.

–You… YOU ARE INSANE! –

–And you’re, again, screamming, sugar. –

–How a person could be so careless, so airhead and… – He would have continue, but she started laughing.

–Why are you laughing about? – His voice was full of poison, but she didn’t seen to care about it.

–I never met someone who do such a funny faces when is mad! –

–Do you are aware who are you laughing at? – At that point, he was in the limit of his patience.

–No, cause ya had refused to tell me during the last, I don’t know, 15 minutes? – She had stopped laughing, but her voice kept a mocking tone and a mischievous smile was on her face.

–Well, my name Arnick Samuel Stilton and you better remember because it is the name of someone who is related with the England royalt! –

She was quiet, making he thought that he finally impressed her. But after a moment, she started laughing even more louder than before.

–What is so funny? – If she wasn’t dead, he would have kill her with his bare hands in that moment.

–Your initials spell ass. – She kept laughing, wich made him want to be able to kill himself.

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She didn’t know how many time had passed since she die, but she expected to be prepared. She wasn’t.

Someone had finally came to take her body, but what she wasn’t expecting that her Friends would be present when that happend.

Joalquil was hugging Daisy, who was endlessly crying. Bella was outsite of the house, with her hands over her face, trying not to cry. Cyan, Marian and Vadelma were with her, trying their best to comfort her. Clem and Winter were also inside, talking with the police and explaning them why Tatrox were in the house in the first place. She only was a bit relieved cause the rest of her friends weren't there to watched the horrible spectacle.

–This is my fault. –Daisy’s crys were definetly the worst.

–You didn’t know this would happend, –Joalquil kept trying to comfort her, –You know how she was. She never listen anybody when something got in her head. –

–I’m her best friend! She would listen to me! I just didn’t insist enough. – More Daisy cryed, worst felt Tetrox.

–I guess this are the Friends that you mencioned. –Arnick had a condescending tone in his voice. –Looks like they care more than you expected. –

–Don’t ya like peace and being alone? Get lost. –She had no time for his complains.

He looked a bit confused, probably cause it was the first time she talked him with that mood.

–If you would had have to live in my time, you would probably have ended internated in a mental sanatorium. Those frame of emotions changes are not normal. –

She didn’t have the energy to deal with this prepotent and emotionless comentaries and the endlessly cry of Daisy. She felt too much stress in that moment, she only wanted everything to disappear, that whats was happening was only a nightmare.

–Ey! –But Arnick seen to had a reason to made her realy clear that all was real, but she tried to ignore him. –Tetrox! Please, listen! – He really wanted to mocked her up really badly, cause he was almost screaming. –For the love of God! You are gonna destroy everything! – What? She wasn’t doing anything.

–What ‘re ya saying… that? – But Tetrox needed no answer when she looked around.

The glasses of the windows were even more shattered than before and somo of then looked like they just plain exploted; the ceiling lamp was dangerously swaying, really close to fall and some of the pictures and bases were broken in the floor.but that wasn’t all, a dense red liquid was coming out of the eyes of the eyes of the statues and portraits that were intact and the melody of the musical box filled the air, even if it didn’t have more string.

Some people had run outsite, but a few still there, frozen of fear. No one said anything for a few minutes, but it felt like hours.

–What happend? –Tetrox felt really confused. Did she that? How? She didn’t mean to.

–Now that you are a ghost, your emotions can afect the place that surround you. –Arnick didn’t have a prepotent tone anymore, probably cause he was worried that she could destroy anything else. –If you start panicking, everything will begin again. –Just as she thought.

–I didn’t want to do that, it’s just I…–

–I know, thei situation must be really stressful, but you have to calm down. – Now, that felt more genuine. –If not, you may do something you would regret later. –

She tried to focus on other thoughts, but since that wasn’t working, she tried to focused in her most happy memories: when her friends planned for her a surprise party (the first in her life), when she finally was free of the orphanage, when she found the prefect dress for the prom dance…

–It looks like is over now. – She opened her eyes (she didn’t noited that she closed them) and take a look around: The lamp wasn’t shaking anymore, the melody had stoped and no signal of the red liquid could be spotted. The people that had stayed in the room seem to be more calm, well, as calm you could be after wittness paranormal activity in direct.

–What… what was that? –Clem was the first alive person that said somthing, but her question was left without answer. The police made them left the place and cordoned off the area.

–I probably should go with them. –When she said that, Arnick just nooded and looked at the floor.

Without waiting for an answer, Tetrox crossed the door and followed the ambulance.

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The mansion was really quiet since she left. Everything was the same again, and that was allright for him. She had left maybe two week prior, but he was surprised that she never came back. Maybe she was able to find the peace thet he never could, maybe she found other people to annoy. Whatever was the case, he didn’t care at all. But, for some reason, the house had been feeling more big than ever.

–Whao, ya look even saddest than I remember. Did ya miss me? –

He jumped out of shook and looked at the place the voice came from and she was there, smiling at him like the day before her body was found, like nothing happend.

–What are you doing here? I thought you left. – He was really surprised to saw her there, he thought he would never see her again.

–Well, I also thought I will ever came back, that after my funeral and say bye to my people I will, I don’t know, pass to the after life, I guess. – She didn’t show any sign fo sadnest, but she seem to found it intresting. – But it didn’t happend, so, after messing up with a few people that I really don’t like and going around, I got bored cause I couldn’t talk to anyone. So here I’m now! – Then, out of the blue, she hugged him. –Dis ya miss me? –

–Wha… No! –He tried to free himself, but she was stronger than him. –Let me go! How are you even doing this!? –

–Doing what? –

–Touching me! This is no even posible! – He was never, nor when he was alive, a person that felt confortable with fisical affection, so he didn’t felt really please with the interaction.

–Ya’re blush. –She mutted.

–What!? – His voice was higher than he pretended.

–Ya’re blush! I didn’t know a ghost can do that! –She smiled widely –It looks good on ya, ya almost look alive. – For some reason, his cheeks warmed more.

–Ah?! Just let me go already! –He tried to fight, but she just hugged him tightly and laughed.

He thought that the rest of the eternity was going to be really long.

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This is the end of the first part. I hope you enjoy it and (I hope) soon I will update the second part.

Have a nice morning/evening/night

#Fan Fiction #Arnick #Tetrox #Two ghosts #mine #I think I mention almost all the other charapters here...#I fix it

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years ago

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(Oh I know that mood! XDD Its confusing but good at the same time XDD ^^)

OMG that '(or two') of them gave me an idea. Imagine Buttercup and Thumper's reactions to Poppy dating Psycho and Greasy.

:)... :D... XD

Okay the rest is under the cut XDD

I love your responce, thank you so much!! I'm glad they, too, hate Henry- but also I wanna give them a very long and dull timeout for 'i-told-you-so'-ing Poppy =_= Follow up question! How did they feel about... << >> *sharpening my knives* *getting jim to load some guns because i don't know how* *bracing everyone*... Ben?...

OMG- I am SO EXCITED!! that you asked me a question about this!! I will do my best!

Okay- The Toon Patrol's Reactions to Poppy's Parents:

Greasy: "Ehhh, their loss is our gain." *plotting inwardly*

On the outside Greasy is quite calm, just listening quietly to Poppy's story and then giving her a pat on her hand like 'its okay, you've got us now'- like he's not very interested in this.

But in actuality his brain is just... occupied. He's scheming. Hatching. Thinking how... these people Quietly considering all the angles and what he can do to these people... not really as comeuppance- because you cant really give someone back their childhood, it doesn't work that way. He knows that perfectly well, - , just out of spite. For Poppy. Because that's how Greasy's mind works.

You do something he doesn't like, you get fucked. And not in a good way.

So he'll be quite quiet for the rest of the day after that... lost in the back of the group... "Oh?? No no Poppy, don't worry!, I'm just tired today~ I'm not thinking about aaanything... "

Psycho: "Poppy... how would you feel if I paid them a visit?~ "

These are the people that made her go into horror cartoons?? They... why?? That was terrible for her!! She has t r a u m a!!

While Poppy was explaining her childhood and her parents, Psycho is getting more and more twitchy... Its honestly making Stupid quite nervous sitting beside him.

'Poppy... Poppy has people... who make her unhappy??

That cant be right. Why are we letting this happen?? Boss- '

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. Poppy is NEVER gonna deal with her parents alone, again. She has to call them?- Guess who just let himself into her house and will be sat next to her or will be rooting/snooping through her cupboards the whole time for moral support. She has to go SEE them??- Guess who followed her and is glaring at them through a window.

She is his person ^^ So she's not alone, period.

Smartass: "... that's rough, Pops. ... watcha thinkin, Grease?"

Smartass KNOWS that Greasy is plotting something and he's on board with whatever underhanded, dirty, unfair, twisted plan he comes up with.

He cant do the sympathy, he's not even gonna try- but the revenge, yeah that he can help with. That will make Poppy feel better, right? It would make him feel better! "Yeah Pops, he's not thinkin' nothin'. Hey, you want tea? Lets getcha some tea- Wheezy, what are you doing? Nothing? Great, make her some fricken tea- "

Stupid: "We'll adopt you instead, Pop's!!"

Stupid has a quick fix for her XD ^^ He will be her parent. All better!~ "Now come on, lets go get some ice cream with mum (A.K.A Wheezy) and then you have to clean your room, okay??"

He also as lots of cuddles for her.

Wheezy: "... Her name's 'Buttercup'?"

Wheezy is, as usual, the calm one in the middle of all this chaos- Poppy can use him to ground herself.

I mean, he's PISSED. He hates the sound of these guys, he really does, and if he ever met them he'd be inconveniencing them as much as possible - leaving his cigarettes in their potted plants and putting them out on the walls and couches, possibly taking a lazy piss on the front porch, bluntly question them about inappropriate stuff like "so, is it true you two could be cousins?" and "Is 'buttercup' a... nickname?? or somethin??... " and 'so pop's tells me you two are pretty strict- how come you're fat then? no control, huh?', etc, - but he isn't, you know... so personally offended, like some of the others 😅😅They all take this quite to heart, as they are insane, but he is more thinking that this is Poppy's issue... and he'll be behind her, however she wishes to deal with it.

If that means mostly freezing them out, except a call every now and then- then fine. He's not thrilled, he thinks if they really cause her so much heartache then they aren't worth her time or thought and she should just drop 'em, "but fine... this is how you wanna handle this? Okay." He's very much in her corner, but just without being overbearing.

Hey! ^^ Hope uou're having a good day- you seem to be in a really inspired mood!! That's amazing!! ^^

I have a two questions! About Poppy's parents!!

So, I gather that they're very strict and have an image of her they want her to adhere to, whether she wants to or not.

... how do they react to her friendship with the Toon Patrol?

And how did they feel about Henry? 🤔

I am! Today is a good day, and inspiration is flowing through me (a little too much, in a way? I wanted to focus on something else actually, but I couldn't tear away from the family posts XD)

Ooooh those are really good questions! I'm glad you asked!

Well, you're right. Buttercup and Thumper wanted their daughter to not associate with 'no-good ruffians'... Which means they would NOT approve of her making friends with any of the weasels. Let alone the whole gang (let alone dating one (or two) of them).

Though they'd have to find out about her friendship inthe first place. Aside from the 'necassary' phone calls, Poppy doesn't really share her life with her parents outside of a "Things are going good", and she definitely wouldn't want any of her friends to meet her parents. Especially if those friends were these crazy weasels. Not because she's ashamed of her friends, but because she dreads interactions with her family at all and doesn't want her friends to be around them either.

If they ever did meet though, disappointment wouldn't even begin to cover how Buttercup and Thumper would feel about her new friends. A pervert, a loon, a chain smoker, a pea brain, and a crime boss? No. They wouldn't approve. And they would make absolutely sure Poppy was well aware of it.

So, unless they dropped in for a conveniently timed surprise visit while she had friends over, or they just so happened to cross paths on the street, or one of the weasels actually asks Poppy about her family, nobody is going to know about each other if Poppy can help it. Maybe one of the weasels find her after a call and asks her what's got her so down (maybe a certain weasel decides to drop in for a surprise visit and actually walks in on her calling her parents). But either way, Poppy is making damn sure that they don't meet.

The same applies to Henry. They did not like him at all and tried to get her to leave him. And that is probably one of the only positive things they could have done for Poppy. He was a homeless, jobless slimebag who used his good looks and charisma to get what he wanted from their daughter.

He did act like he was a good person when Poppy introduced him to her parents. But they still didn't like him because he wasn't the kind of man they wanted her to end up with. Poppy refused to leave Henry though, insisting that they needed to give him a chance.

When Henry left her, they weren't sympathetic. They pretty much just gave her a passive-aggressive, "We told you so. You should've listened." The one good thing about that is that it was one of the pushing points for Poppy to limit contact with them.

Thank you so much for asking!! If you have anymore, I'd be happy to answer! ^^

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yanceyrenee-blog · 7 years ago

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Chapter 51 The Flight Learning to Love

Daniel sees the plane and airport from a new perspective as he sees it through Grace's eyes. Grace is fascinated by everything even the stuff that usually irritates him. She has no problem with taking her shoes off and walking through security. She watches the x- ray machine as their carry-on bags go through. She smiles brightly at the TNA workers and wishes God's blessing on them.

" Now why don't I do that?" Daniel thinks as he watches them light up under the light that shines out of his wife. They walk through showing their passports, ID's, and tickets.

" Ahh we have a brand new international traveler," remarks the flight attendant as she takes their tickets and re-checks their passports.

" Yes ma'am." Grace politely replies.

" Try to sleep on the plane. It will help with the jetlag."

" Thank you. Have a blessed day."

" Well thank you." She smiles broadly at them as she walks past her into the heart of the plane. She looks around with bright eyes. As Daniel looks with her, he wonders how she sees it.

" Grace count the seats from our seats to the exit. Notice what side they are on."

She looks to him, asking why with her eyes.

" If their is an emergency it is most likely going to be dark. You can count be feel and find your way out."

She obediently does as they make their way to their seats. Daniel stores their bags in their overhead compartment.

" We can take it down once he are airborn," he explains.

" It is like a flying Greyhound. The seats are made out of the same material." she says with a smile.

He laughs. " I had never looked at it that way before."

" Daniel, do you always do that? Count seats. Prepare for the worst?"

" Yes. Not because I expect anything bad to happen. But because good preparation is essential if something were to happen. With you with me, it is essential."

" Oh good. So you don't anticipate anything happening?"

" No. Always prepared, remember?"

The pilot comes over the speaker to welcome them to the plane, the flight. He explains that the weather seems clear from here to Dublin and that there shouldn't be much if any turbulence. From beside her, Daniel breathes a sigh of relief.

" Ladies and gentleman. It is 5 pm here. 10 pm in Dublin. Set your watches accordingly."

Grace looks to Daniel in puzzlement.

" Is that what she meant by jetlag?"

" Yes baby. We are traveling forward in time. It takes your body time to adjust to that. The first time can be very disorienting."

" So the best cure is to sleep on the plane?"

" It helps."

" Daniel? How did she know I was a first time traveller?"

" Beside your look of wide-eyed wonder. Your passport told her."

He pulls them out and hands them to her.

" Ah," she sees it right away. Her's has one stamp on it. His is so covered they are to numerous to count.

" Wow. You have been all these places?"

" Yes. As well as some places I enter without a passport."

" This is truly secound hand to you."

" Yes. But you make it seem brand new. Watching your reactions, it is like I am seeing everything for the first time."

She smiles and rests her head on his shoulder. When the flight attendant gives the safety lecture a few minutes later, she sits straight back up and listens intently. Daniel looks around the half empty plane. Most of the passengers are only paying nominal attention. He realizes he would be doing the same if Grace wasn't with him. Yes, he had heard it a ton of times but he should pay close attention every time. He sits up straight beside Grace and listens as if it were the first time

When she is done, the fasten seat belt sign flashes. Grace fastens hers. Daniel does the same and then reaches over to make sure Grace's is good and tight. She smiles and reaches for his hand as the engines start up. She can feel the power gather under her and her heartbeat speeds up in responce.

" Look out the window Grace."

She turns and does, watching with awe as the Alanta airport starts to speed past them. She feels and sees when the planes wheels leave the bounds of earth. She tightly squeezes Daniel's hand. Not out of fear but out of excitement and a deep sense of awe. They are pressed tight to their seats until the plane reaches cruising altitude and the fasten seat belt sign goes off.

" Wow! What a rush." Grace says with a huge grin. Daniel returns it. He is so glad that Grace is an easy traveler. They will be traveling a lot. He unfastens both their seatbelts before standing and reaching for their carry on bags.

" Grace, do you want anything out of the bag? The IPad, a book?" He asks. He had brought his down for a reason. It takes a lot to get permission to carry a gun on an International flight after 9/11. But it was possible and with his wife on board, he went through the process. He carries a small gun with him. He wasn't expectinv trouble. But if trouble came, he was prepared.

" Ah, thanks. Not now." She still watches out the window enchanted by the clouds they are drifting through and the sights of the corn and cotton fields, as small as postage stamps they are passing over. He smiles and watches her.

She watches until the sunsets and then turns back to him. She catches his eyes and realises he had been watching her.

" The expressions on your face were just so full of joy, excitement, and peace that I couldn't look away."

" Oh," before she can say more, one of the flight attendants heads down the aisle with a cart full of trays. He pulls the tray down in front of her just as the flight attendant reaches them. She hands them two trays and asks what they want to drink. She hands over the requested cokes before heading on.

" Is airplane food as bad as I have heard it is?"

" Not to bad on International flights." He takes her hand and says grace. The food isn't to bad. It isn't as good as her mom's cooking but not to bad. When they are done eating, Grace pulls out the IPad having no interest in the in flight movie.

" Grace, I will be right back."

" Okay." He gently kisses her and steps into the aisle. She assumes he is heading to the restroom and turns on the IPad. She is soon lost in the music.

Daniel is heading to the restroom but it isn't all he is doing. He slowly moves down the aisle walking towards the back of the plane. His eyes scan the other passengers. He looks for anything out of place. Anyone wearing more layers than the climate control plane requires. Anyone who seems jumpy. He does the same coming back. He sees nothing that concerns him.

He smiles at his wife when he returns. She sits reading, her head popping to whatever song she is listening too. He slips in beside her and places his arm around her. She rests her head on his shoulder and then turns back to the book. Daniel also turns on his IPad. He is curious about what Amy had put on it. But he keeps it down low enough to hear what is going on around him.

" Daniel," Grace says an hour later," Where is the restroom?"

He smiles, standing up and pointing towards the back.

" Thanks."

He watches as she heads towards it and until she gets back.

" Different isn't it?"

" Yes. A bit. You watched me as I walked down didn't you?"

" Yes. There and back."

" Thanks. I am glad you are so protective."

" My job."

She reaches up to touch his face. He catches her hand and kisses her palm.

" I love you Grace." His voice is husky.

" I love you too Daniel. How much longer is this flight?"

" Five more hours. Try to get some sleep."

" I will try." She closes the book and hands it to Daniel to but back in her bag. She slips the earphones back in ears turning the music down until it is no more than background noise. She lays her head back on his shoulder and closes her eyes.

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michellscolombianlitblog · 5 years ago

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Week 6 blog

News of a kidnapping

By: Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Pages read: 69-120

word count: 532

Summary:

Pablo Escobar began kidnapping reporters to get the attention from the government and then return everyone back home except things didn't go as planned and Escobar ended up keeping every single one of them longer than he planned and should’ve. Escobar wants to get something out of all of the kidnapping from the president but The Colombian Solitary Foundation got an anonymous phone call saying they have information about Maria and where she is. They talked about how the guards usually just watch tv and drink until they fall asleep so if they were to raid the place it would be easy and they offered to sketch the farm so it's safer and it doesn't backfire and they kill maria. That’s when Nydia decided that she doesn’t want to risk putting her i n danger if anything goes wrong so she got in contact with Escobar’s sister and she suggested to writing a letter to get so what of a answer and reaction from Pablo and after his sister read the letter she agreed that it’s a good letter and she’ll make sure he read by the next day. Escobar then wrote a letter to the mayor of Envigado to basically convert a property he owned into a prison but the way Escobar came across they turned it down.

Critical analysis:

Pablo Escobar in this chapter shows how demanding he is and how things work at his own time and no matter how political power you have there’s a lot of things that can't be done no matter who you have on the side to help bring the people that were kidnapped. ‘’it was during this time that the Colombian solidarity foundation received an anonymous phone call” (87) in the part of the book has a lot of plotting they don’t know what to do and only a few people know about this and the president made it clear that nobody should talk about it so people don't know that they already have somewhat of an idea where they have one of the people because they don’t know they would possibly see more people other than maria and it feels like they are wasting time into things instead of taking action and getting them back.

Personal Responce:

There’s a lot that i think on what i am reading just because i genuinely enjoy the book but it's confusing how they went from talking about this two reporters being kidnapped and all to suddenly also for another guy and also looking for maria and it gets confusing when it switched off from talking about finding maria to finding this guy name francisco and then there not really and update on Maruja and Beatriz. One thing i do hate is how political it is and only because they have a current president but then suddenly they bring the last two presidents which i understand why they may be involved but it's also like i wanna know more about the kidnapping and truly find out what they are doing with them or what plan do they have with them now because the main point of taking them was for Pablo Escobar to get attention from the president and all.

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andeasariana-official · 8 years ago

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Carrytale - Chapter 2: Chara

With Frisk in her arms, Toriel began her trip through the ruins. The ruins were full of puzzles. Toriel explained to Frisk that puzzles were integral to monster architecture and defence. Frisk did wonder how some of them were considered puzzles due their, simplistic nature.

“Who were the puzzles meant for?” asked Frisk.

“They were meant for our human enemies. Even outnumbered a lone human has a good chance of defeating mere guards. Thus puzzles were created by mandate, a fusion of diversions and doorkeys!” Toriel uttered the line passionately but spoke as if her words were rehearsed, perhaps she had explained this many times before; ‘was she a teacher?’ Frisk wondered what her job as caretaker meant.

“Aren’t these puzzles a little simple for defence?” Frisk queried

“They are child but i chose to edit the puzzles myself, to make them less deadly and to make solving them faster. It’s odd luck but human children always seem to survive the fall into the ruins and human adults don’t. Its not right to throw a child into a situation where they could die horribly.” Toriel certainly was a wordy woman, though passionate. Frisk was growing fond of her.

As they went through the ruins Toriel deftly solved each puzzle and reset them when she was done. Before long Toriel’s stride had carried them to a cute looking house, in front of it was a leafless tree and piled up across the court were red leaves. “This is my home, You’ll be staying here with me child”. “thank you miss Toriel!” replied Frisk who was ecstatic at the site of the house. “you can call me Toriel, child”, Toriel felt cool as hell saying the line and wore it on her face, Frisk began to smile, there soul filled with DETERMINATION.

Toriel escorted Frisk to a dining table, oddly there was no door into Toriel’s house, only a door frame. In the room with Frisk was a roaring fire, a bookshelf and a large reclining chair. Toriel sat Frisk at the table and sat next to them on a separate chair. “Now child let’s celebrate your arrival, how about a Pie?” Frisk felt a twinge of fear, they weren’t a big fan of Pie. “what kind?” Frisk asked, Toriel smiled anticipating what was coming “How about a Cinnamon and butterscotch pie?” Frisk was excited just thinking about it and gave a hearty thumbs up to the idea. “wonderful, I just need some ingredients, I will be back soon” Toriel went to the kitchen to grab a bag “uhm, Toriel!” Frisk cried trying to intercept Toriel. She turned back to Frisk “what should I do while you’re gone?” Toriel pondered it momentarily before picking Frisk up and placing them in the large reclining chair, she followed up with the question “would you like a book?” she asked whilst holding a random book. Frisk accepted the offer, they glanced down at the cover ‘1000 outrageous snail facts!’. “I’ll be back soon!” Toriel had skipped on out before finishing the sentence, Frisk could tell by her voice that she was excited. As interesting as snails probably were, Frisk wasn’t in the mood. They looked at the fire which burned with no fuel source and they began to drift off to sleep; just before falling asleep completely Frisk faintly heard the words “good night”.

Frisk dreamed, they dreamed of the mother who didn’t last and the father that couldn’t stay. They were forever motionless and wordless like photographs. Then that same nightmare: endless darkness and a thousand prying hands pulling and tearing and grabbing every inch of their body. This time however the hands were thorny and dug and million tiny cuts into their skin.

Frisk bolted upright, sweating, gasping for air, coughing; running their hands over the non existent bruises and cuts from the dream. Frisk’s eyes scanned the room, it was an unfamiliar room and they were in an unfamiliar bed. The room was dimly lit by a nightlight. There were only two curiosities about this room, first was the slice of pie left on the floor, second was the person slumped against the wardrobe staring at it.

They appeared to be much older, Frisk thought and they wore a green jumper with yellow stripes. The person was staring in Frisk’s general direction and remained that way only for a moment. Realizing Frisk was looking directly at them gave them a fright. “Wait can you see me?!” exclaimed the strange person. Now in Frisk’s mind there was lunacy, but believing you're invisible was a new kind of bizarre.

“Yeah of course I can see you.. are you okay?” Though Frisk wanted an answer the list of possible answers didn’t look promising.

“I.. My name’s Chara, I’m.. a.. ghost”. Frisk couldn’t have imagined a more perfect answer. “Whats your name!” said Chara, her voice brimming with her excitement. “My name is Frisk.. ‘ts pleasure to meet you” Frisk put their right hand out for a handshake, half courteous habit, half ghost checking. Chara, acutely aware of what was going, and annoyed by it, accepted the handshake and watched Frisk freak ever so slightly at the sight of her hand moving through theirs.

“Anyway Frisk, I was with you all the way back at that hole you fell into, but only now you are able to see me.” Frisk, after calming, interrogated Chara; “Why can I only see you now?” Chara pondered briefly they responded “Its probably your determination that’s changed-” Frisk guested to their confusion “It’s a human souls power, as far as I understand it. They were still studying it when I was alive. If you have a lot of DT it could be why you can see me now”

“well-” began Frisk “why don’t you tell me all about yourself Chara?” asked Frisk with a huff.

“Well I’m Chara Dreemurr, my mom is Toriel, my dad is Asgore and-” she paused, “my brother was Asriel, I was 15 years old when I died”. Frisk wasn’t oblivious to her reaction, but remained wary. “Was your brother younger or older than you?” “younger, maybe your age” Chara buried her head in her lap, trying to avoid Frisk’s gaze.

Frisk looked away from Chara, unable to think of something to say and glanced up to the door. In doing so they clearly noticed Toriel staring through the a gap in the doorway. Toriel realizing she had been seen quickly moved away. Frisk called out to her “Toriel?”.Chara looked up to the door as well. Toriel sat still for a second or two before opening the door again. “Child would you like something to eat?” frisk nodded. Toriel grabbed the pie and frisk and brought them both back to the dining table.

Toriel sat Frisk down at the dining room table, “have you tried the pie yet?” she asked. Frisk made a gestured no; “well go on” Toriel watched on in anticipation. Frisk took a bite of the Pie, the taste made Frisk’s face light up, such a wonderful sweetness! thought frisk. Toriel didn’t need to be told, expression was enough. “Should’ve tried it sooner child, I’ll get the rest of it for you”. Toriel went back to the kitchen and brought back several slices of the pie. She then returned to wash up.

Frisk turned to look at Chara who was sitting against the table itself. “Chara, when you said your mom was Toriel, did you mean that Toriel?” Chara looked to frisk, alarmed, then her eyes darted to the kitchen which had become oddly quiet. “Yes she is my mother”

Chara paused to gather her words. “I’ve been dead a long time, I wonder if she remembers me.” Chara was clearly somber. She continued, speaking slowly trying to fight the weight of it.

“I’ve haunted these ruins just as long as she has, the humans that ended up here, I sometimes got to speak with them too” Chara began to sniffle and hack, despite being a ghost.

“but... she doesn’t even hear my voice, she can’t see me either” Chara began to moan through her words, Frisk too was beginning to feel the weight of that sorrow.

“I just want to tell her, tell her that i’m sorry; Azzy died and its my all fault, I just wish I could even beg for forgiveness for getting my brother killed like a fucking idiot” Chara slammed the table but her ghostly fist made no noise.

Frisk fought hard against tears of her own, Chara’s sudden downpour left them unprepared and startled; they learned too late that it was her sore spot. Chara had clearly been suffering a long time. “I’m sorry Chara, I shouldn’t have said anything”; Toriel’s voice could be heard, “Child?-” Toriel called, her voice full of fear “is someone there with you child?” Frisk looked to Chara and she looked back;

nothing was said.

Toriel looked back into the room, Frisk avoided her gaze.

Toriel broke the silence, “Child, I decided I would give you a phone, just in case you need me. it should be there on the table”. Frisk checked the table and found the old looking phone. It was ‘functional’, the only number in the contacts was Toriel’s. Frisk suddenly had an idea, they whispered to Chara. “Chara, do you wanna test something for me”

Toriel worked slowly, listening intently for the child’s voice, but they had gone silent . Suddenly her phone rang, It was coming from the phone she had given to the child. She looked around the corner to see the child was indeed waiting for the responce. She accepted the call “child what are you doing?” she asked.

Toriel watched as the child held the phone out to the air. A voice came from the aether

“Mom, mom can you hear me?”

the trembling voice was unmistakable “Chara?” replied Toriel.

Frisk looked on at the tearful Toriel and the sorrowful Chara, a mother and daughter re-united. In seconds the pair were losing the ability to speak clearly through all the moaning and the sobbing. Despite that they were happy; how many life times had they spent apart? Frisk didn’t know but they knew it didn’t matter. Toriel managed to pull herself together long enough to run up to Frisk, she picked them up and hugged them dearly before spinning around the room, kissing them and thanking them.

Such overwhelming joy, such unbridled happiness; Frisk felt it was one of the best moments in their whole life. The joy of reunited a family filled Frisk with DETERMINATION.

#carrytale #chara #undertale #frisk (undertale)#undertale au

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mystic-headcanons-r-us · 8 years ago

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Could you do something where MC is swedish? (I'm swedish and I don't see much about it regarding MM ^^)

Hello there! Our former Mod Yoo did this ask and she sent me her responce to this ask. ~Madre Mod

Hej! Louise. Tack! For your ask. You’re absolutely right, I have to confess that I’m not familiar with Swedish culture other than the fact that I love going to IKEA for some very mystical reasons so I’ve done some very simple research before writing this answer, I hope you’ll like it. Do let me know if there’s anything to improve. Love, Mod Yoo.Here’s a little something for MM Characters x Swedish Fem!MC. Inclusive of a random favourite food canon for each pair, from MC’s home country.

Yoo-sung Kim

- His attention was drawn to MC in the lobby of his campus, she wasn’t smiling a whole lot.

- Doesn’t stop him from thinking that she looks totally stunning.

- He wanted to talk to her so badly but is worried that he’d scare her off.

- Got to know from some of his university peers that she’s an exchange student from Sweden.

- Realises that he knows nothing about her birth country.

- He finally mustered enough courage to go up to her and said hi.

- “Hi, My name is Yoo-sung Kim, I’m a final year student here. I heard that you’re on a student exchange program. I hope you’ve made yourself comfortable around here. You can talk to me if you need any help,”

- Before she could say anything, he excused himself and paced away quickly trying to cool down his searing hot cheeks.

- It took her awhile to approach him again, his patience was running out. “Was I too eager? Have I scared her off? Maybe she’s just not interested…” Random thoughts like these kept flashing across his mind.

- “Hi, you’re Yoo-sung, right? The one who spoke to me in the students’ hall and left in a hurry.” He turned around to find her across him along the corridor.

- He swore he could feel all his blood rise to his cheeks again. “Yes, that’s me. How can I assist you today?”

- To her, he seemed genially shy, kind and helpful, so she decides to trust him.

- “I don’t need anything particular, thank you. Perhaps, would you like to Fika after classes later?”

- “F-fika?” Suddenly he remembers about his research. “O-of course, I’d love to.”

- That was the start of a beautiful friendship. This pair enjoys Kanelbullar (Cinnamon Rolls), Kottbullar med brunsas (Meatballs in Cream Sauce) and Vasterbottenpaj (Cheese Pie)

Zen a.k.a. Hyun-ryu

- The moment he saw her at one of his musical practice, he thought she’s beautiful. In fact, she’s more beautiful than himself to him.

- “Hey Min-soo ya.” He called out to one of his production crew. “Who’s the little lady in a grey sweater? I’ve never seen her before.”

- “Oh! You mean MC. She just arrived this morning. Heard from Mr Director that she’s an intern who’ll be helping us to prepare for the performance.”

- “Ah, where’s she from?” He asked. “Sweden. If I remembered correctly.”

- He grabbed an extra bottle of water and walks up to MC.

- “Hi MC, it’s your first day today. I’m Zen, one of the actor in this performance.” He beamed and continued “May I know the major of your studies?”

- MC was caught off guard by him towering over her. He’s so fair… Good looking, too.

- “Oh. Uh. Yea. Fine Arts.” Is what she managed to utter, looking down at her shoes. She hoped that he hadn’t notice the dusting of pink over her cheeks.

- He was alotwhoyoukiddingzen a little disappointed sensing the indifference in her reaction, but shook it off and handed her the water bottle nonetheless.

- “Oh. Okay, sure. Keep yourself hydrated and take care, I’m just gonna go and resume practice.” Slowly withdrawing his steps from her and goes back on stage.

- Practice for the day has finally come to an end. He was packing up when he heard someone say something.

- “Hello. My name is MC, the girl from earlier.” He was surprised, “Of course, MC. Is there anything you need? I hope your day went well.”

- “I’m good, thanks. I apologise that I sounded aloof earlier, I don’t do well in front of new people. I’ve watched you practice and wondered… If you could explain this part of the music and facial expression to me?”

- He scrunched his face funny and sang a few verse.- His grin got wider as she snorts and chuckled.

- “You know what? Come on, let’s go to Hemlagat idontknowhowhefoundit, I heard they’re famous in Seoul. I haven’t tried Swedish food before, I’m starving. Care to join me for dinner? My treat.” He asked, hopeful that she’d agree.

- “No.” His heart sank. “I’ll go with you only if I’m paying for my own share.”

- They had a great time at dinner, sharing the same passion for fine arts. Deep down, they hoped to see more of each other in the future. This pair enjoys Gubbrora (Egg Salad with Anchovies), Kladdkaka (Sticky Chocolate Cake) and Spenatsoppa med agg (Spinach Soup with Soft-boiled Egg & Horseradish)

Jae-hee Kang

- “Mr Han. Please tell me that you’re joking. This is her first time in Korea.”- “I’ve personally gone through her resume, it’s quite impressive. She’ll make a good assistant for you. It’s final. You’ll expect her here in an hour.”

- She’d known that it’s impossible to change her boss’s decision to hire her a Swedish assistant. “What is he thinking! How long am I expected to train her…”

- “Good morning, Ms Kang?” Her chain of thoughts broken at the greeting.

- “Yes. I’m Jae-hee Kang, Chief Secretary for the Executive Director. I assume you’re MC?” She said as a matter-of-factly as possible, trying to stay calm.

- “You’re right. I understand your concern about my lack of local working experience in this country. I can assure you, that you’ll not be disappointed.”

- “Ah, that’s good to know. Thank you.” She’s genuinely amused by MC’s professional attitude. Things doesn’t look as dull as it seemed before.

- As she spends months down the road having MC as her assistant, her workload has been delegated and more effectively completed.

- She respects that MC is humble, a vigorous planner, independent, and doesn’t let her emotions affect work.

- They’ve since became such good friends, to which she’s very grateful of.- She holds very high hopes for MC to have a bright future in C&R, and is determined to groom MC to take her own place in case if anything happens to herself.

- Both of them loves coffee so much that they’d almost always spend their free time cafe hopping around town.This pair enjoys Lingonparfait (Lingonberry Parfait), Flugande jakob (Baked Chicken with Bananas and Peanuts) and Jordgubbar med mjolkoch socker (Strawberries with Milk and Sugar).

Ju-min Han

- He met one of the most beautiful woman he’s ever come across in C&R’s annual business forum.

- He’s never seen someone so graceful with her every gesture.

- Despite having dealt with many kinds of people from the opposite gender.

- For the first time, he could feel that she’s different from the others.

- His confidence to approach her slowly ebb away.

- He stood deep in thoughts while waiting for his wine to be refilled.

- Only to have his mind yanked open on a soft voice “Mr Han, Jumin?”

- There she was right in front of him, both hands holding a glass of wine.

- “I noticed that you needed to focus on something in your head so I took the honour to…”

- Before she could complete her sentence, he’d already have one of the glass in his hands.

- “My apologies, I’ve had a small moment of absent-mindedness there. I shouldn’t have let such a special person like you be looking out for me.” He barely managed to cover up the stammers in his own voice. juminhannostammers.

- She lightly chuckled as she passed him a piece of note. In the most soothing voice she said “It’s been my honour. I’ve to excuse myself to another event with my colleague, take care.” before stepping away.

- When she’s finally disappeared from his sight, he opened her note that reads, “No matter what you’re thinking, never forget that you’re special. Everything is going to be okay. I’d like to see you again if it’s okay with you… There’s a (name of Swedish restaurant) beside my hotel, where we can meet at 8 p.m. tomorrow evening, before my flight home the next day.”

- He then takes a sip of wine, his eyes widen when he noticed a perfectly full lipstick stain, a small smile and blush immediately crept on his face as her message flashes across his mind again.This pair enjoys Inkokta Paron (Poached Pears with cinnamon, vanilla and whipped cream), Biff Ryberg (Beef Ryberg), and Gravad Lax Med Potatissallad (Cured Salmon with potato salad).

Saeyoung Choi

- This secret agent was on a mission in Sweden when he spotted an angel.

- He was lying in ambush from a target.

- There was a crying little girl who stood by the side of the road across him.

- It was then when he saw his angel walked up towards the crying child, gently taking the child’s hand and started having small pep talks.

- Her attempt to soothe the child was more than miraculous.

- All he sees are now smiles and nods.

- He swore his heart had halted as his sight shifted to the suspect exiting the building behind them, and he.had.a.weapon.

- Decided it was too risky to take the shot, he leaped out from hiding and attempted to subdue his target away from possibly harming his angel and the child.

- Despite receiving some bruises and cuts, he manage to pin the man down in waiting for the authorities to arrive.

- The child’s parents was also notified and they came to pick them up.

- After all the commotion when everything seems to be settling back to normal, “Well… Hello to my stranger-knight-in-shining-armour…” omgdidanangeljustspoke “The name’s 707, o-or you can call me Luciel, I’m sure you’ve been frightened earlier but I’m glad that no one’s hurt.”

- “That’s all thanks to you, Luciel… You look like no one from around the area. If you don’t mind, I’d like to invite you to my place, where your injuries can be tend to and you can catch some rest too. As a bonus, my parents are great cooks.”

- “Sounds like a wonderful idea.” Saeyoung says as he contemplates in his mind. He’ll leave at dawn and before anyone realises and he’ll never see her again.

- He quietly exits the back door after leaving her family a thank you note. He’s never felt this sad in a long time.

- To his greater surprise, he found a small handmade pouch in his bag containing all the med supplies she used to treat him and a piece of blank paper. “Wha..?”

- His tears flowing when the handwritten message appeared on the paper before his lighter.

- “I don’t know anything about you, except your name; but I’ve got an inkling. Please take care of yourself and be safe in everything you do, in my heart I’ll always keep you. I know you’ll come back for me one day.” idiedheretooThis pair enjoys Shu Sorters Kakor (7 kinds of cookies), Raggmunk Med Rimmat Sidflask (Potato Pancakes with bacon and Lingonberry jam), and Janssons Frestelse (Jansson’s Temptation).

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger imagines #mystic messenger imagine #yoosung kim #zen hyun #hyun ryu #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #mystic messenger yoosung #mystic messenger zen #mystic messenger jaehee #mystic messenger jumin #mystic messenger saeyoung #Mod Yoo

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championfroggy4 · 7 years ago

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January 14, 2018

In two days I will be on a train heading back to Jersey, leaving Jordan, Lance, Angel, Derek and my car a sad good. I can't say I'm very thrilled to be landing back in the sea of hateful eyes, but I'm content to see my mother and father again. It's been great. I called my father willingly for the first time in forever. He seemed very pleased to hear my voice and how happy I was. I don't think he fully accepts me trying to live as an independent, but then again.. I'm sure that's natural for any parent who watched their child grow up. They were at a restraunt when I called, so our conversation was cut short by a crowd of voices and the clanking of dishes. Dad told me he took Pop to the Eagles game, up near the front row. I was sincerely jealous. It sounded like they had a great time. But then I remembered, time with the family and me involved never was quite as fun as they made it sound. Eventually, we broke off. "I'll call you in an hour.." but.. It's been 5 hours now and my family has yet to call me.

It's alright though. Their presence isn't my focal point. The only pretense I am infatuated by is Jordan's. I can't help myself. He's not looking and I start at him in full magnatued. It's just.. well. Embarressing I guess. To feel obscurely mesmerized about someone who's just like you in every aspect, even pain. I just couldn't help myself.

I tried to pound my thoughts in the gut of my stomach. If I let out too much intrest at once, well the balance in connection will shift and he will definately loose intrest in me. Unfortunately, the butterflies over power me a bit.. to much.. And I end up gazing in my head about my man. I'm oddly satisfied with his smile. His presence. It was much more of a high the blunt last night ever gave me. I don't know.. I'm too scared to show him. Like, all at once.. I mean.. It would just be innapropriate. And I'm too nervous to do it. There is a time and a place to let it all out.. if you catch my drift.

We visited Anthony, Jarrods and everyone else yesterday. Lance came back from Jamaca. So it wasn't just Jordan and I. I was thankful. And I think Jordan was sincerely happy to see his best friend. Monty and Jordan and I rode towards the trap house to get reggae. While we waited for monty, we sat in the car. Jordan in the driver's, me in passengers

He looks into me

"You know you're really pretty.."

I blush and tried so hard not to look him in the eyes.

"Yeah your pretty too.."

I blush even more

"Pretty handsome! I mean. I didn't mean to call you pretty-".

He chuckles and keep smiling at me. His pupils, I tried to see if they were dilated. His hips were twisted towards my direction, and he was leaning in slightly. It seems as though I'm more infatuated with him than he was with me. And then I remembered that he came up with the first compliment, and I shut down my over thinking.

Jordan does compliment me out of the blue a lot. He'll play with my red hair and be like

"You know, at first I preferred blonde and I was sad, but I'm falling in love with your red hair. It really brings out your eyes."

He loves my eyes. Even before I met him, he complimented my blue eyes. In pictures. I didn't think the extent of this relationship would go so far.. But I caught him a couple times say he was in love with me. And my insecurities.. they are still there.. But they turned into curiosity.

I talked for a long time with his mother and father alone. Jordan doesn't like his adopted family, refuses me to go near them.. But I understand why now..

"Come here" his mom fingered me closer. She was hiding behind a door. Jordan's little brother was annoying her from upstairs to open the door so he could say his hellos to me, but it was clear this was a one-on-one conversation.

"You know.. Jordan speaks highly of you. This is his first serious relationship."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. His last ex was a bit crazy. She acts like me sometimes. She might be bipolar."

"I heard a lot about her"

There was no doubt. Even though Jordan says he's over Jillian, I still feel like there's some sort of feelings for her. Or vise versa. It used to bother me for a while. And then I reread my old old conversations when Jordan and I first started talking. He mentioned that his ex (Jillian) started flirting with him.. And I asked him if he was going to go back out with her or flirt back. His responce was no because of too many complications and how she was the worst girlfriend he's ever had. So..

It still put me on the edge because a girl knows when another girl likes her boyfriend. So I've been keeping an eye on it. It was ironic because after talking with Jordan's mother, Jordan mentions that Jillian texted him.

Don't get the wrong message here, I'm not upset another girl might have feelings for my boyfriend. I'm not even upset that she confessed that and was open to it. I'm upset of the possibility. The possibility that there still can be an opening of rekindling right under my nose. That is why, I'm trusting Jordan. I'm playing is cool and cluelessly and waiting cautiously to see if anything happens. He can talk to whoever he wants. He can have feelings for whoever he wants. But as long as he put this title over my head, he better not do anything with anyone other than me without permission.

I eventually got high off some blunts with the guys and got completely smacked. It was amazing. Time flown by, but unfortunately I was in this akward position because his mother called me back up stairs to talk to his father! How humiliating is That? I was blood shot eyed high trying to keep a deep conversation with Jordan's adopted father (which, has some backbone spine and apparently a lot of complaints... I was warned from the beginning yo brace myself)

Eventually, Jordan came to the rescue and distracted them so I can make an escape to go down stairs. He gave the crazy horse eyes at me and waved his hand back and forth under the counter in a fan motion indicating, I did enough talking- get the fuck down stairs and be quick about it.

I get home. Still smacked. I was seeing everything. But the one thing my brain was wrapped around was my future with Jordan. I want this to work. And I wanted to know.. things he wouldn't tell me.. what he tells other people.. about me. But, I know. Instead of looking through the social media like my last disastrous relationship that lead to half of New Jersey feeling like a bloody mine field.. I'll wait for him. I'll wait for him to come to me and these insecurities to go away with trust and knowledge on whom I'm with. Not going to lie, it's a bit difficult to restrain my curiosity. But it's for the best.. I hope. I want him to stay. I want to shower him with unlimited amounts of love and I want to have him see me on more than just a romantic partner.. But someone he can't take his eyes off of. He can't even think of anyone else.

But all to a limit. I know relationships are work. I know he needs his guy time. I know I can't ask him to love me, he has to show me. And this feeling will progress onto month 4..5.. 6..

I gave up my lingo for sex after 3 months. Only because I found it stupid and I was expecting this relationship to fail. But there is a comfort that this might actually be the end of the road for me. A stopping point. The man I might actually bare children with. So.. we'll see.

I wonder if he feels this in love as much as I do.. i want him to show me his form of love in his own way. And hopefully this feeling never dies.

He asked for my ps4 password today when I was downstairs reading. I changed it because Alex broke in and I didn't want him blocking all my friends again. He said he needed to delete my account off his PS4 so he can put Lances account in to download some games.

"Oh well this is embarressing ^^'.."

"Well.. what is it? Why can't you just tell me?"

"Because.."

"Caitlin it's just a password"

"Okay okay okay. It's Ilovejordan1"

I blush and hide under the covers. I hope he leaves the room and never see the reaction. I get too embarressed. I just. Have trouble opening up about my feelings when it comes to a guy i have feelings for.

He leaves. And then when I was playing video games alone.. I noticed his username had changed to something I nicknamed him.. And I wrote a detailed inboxes message. Hopefully.. He wouldn't tease me.. But he did. And I jumped up with embarrassment when he was going to scroll through it inforbt of me

"Calm down calm down! I already read it.."

"I will go downstairs! Dont!"

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fortune-failing · 7 years ago

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Can't Sink What Hasn't Sailed Part VII

"If you react like this when I kill someone then you've conviced me that you don't like me for me but instead like who you think you can change me into being and that thought disgusts me" Except Aneris Doesn't Say That And Insteads Broods And Deflects Every Question Zarek Asks

(After session 74. At night.)

Aneris

Despite what some might expect, Aneris was not currently located in or behind any bar or tavern, and instead was still in the isolated part of town where Loan had a tearful heart-to-heart just earlier in the night. She had found a bench and currently had her feet where butts belong and butt where heads belong, with Nicol perched on the top on the bench next to her. Every now and then one would look at the other but neither said anything.

Zarek

After walking for a while through town in the direction London had pointed to, and checking a tavern or two, Zarek spotted a figure sitting on a bench not in the way anyone else would actually sit there. The fact the figure was purple and black only made it way easier to notice it was Aneris. He approached her. "Hey, having fun outside?" He gave her a worried look instead of the appropriate sarcastic one he would usually have with such a greeting.

Aneris

As Zarek approached Aneris looks up from a white knife she had been turning over in her hands. She meets his eyes as he speaks. "You came all the way out here, to ask that?" She responds coldly.

Zarek

"Oh, how did you know?" Zarek smiled before dropping the act. "Of course I didn't, I came here to find you."

Aneris

"Well here I am, you found me." She waves a hand in the air for a moment despite her tone remaining unchanged. "Is that it then? Are you done?"

Zarek

"Do you want me to go away already?" He said in an almost mocking tone. Did he even need to ask?

Aneris

"Now there's an idea." Aneris perks up a little. Hadn't she been burdened with enough interaction for one day?

Zarek

Instead, he sat down on a side of the bench. "Are you going back to the inn later?"

Aneris

Aneris scowls, he wasn't good at following directions, was he? "Does that really matter?"

Zarek

"Hmm." He looks up. "I mean I don't doubt you can manage a night out, I'm more worried about the reason for it."

Aneris

"Well don't be. It's annoying." She continues to be curt for no god damn reason at all.

Zarek

"Maybe it is. Anything else you're upset about?"

Aneris

:donglong: "I didn't tell you to follow me out here." Aneris dodges any attempts at therapy hour.

Zarek

"Well, if I followed you I would have gotten here sooner, don't you think?" It was tough not to be equally as difficult as she was being.

Aneris

Aneris glares. "You know what I meant."

Zarek

"Yeah I do. And I'm also sure you're upset about other stuff too." He stretched his arms upwards and let one of them rest behind the bench.

Aneris

"What are you expecting to get out of this Zarek? Are you hoping that if we sit down and talk then suddenly everyone is going to get along perfectly and hold hands and skip our way to the Red Keep where we ask them to let the girl go pretty please?"

Zarek

"W-what?" Zarek was equally as surprised as he was amused. What kind of exaggeration was this? Was it supposed to prove a point?? "Not really, 'everyone' is too big of a goal, and 'perfectly' is an unrealistic wish. Are you that opposed to talking something out?"

Aneris

"I'm opposed to having my time wasted." Says the woman who was previously sitting alone in the dark, twiddingly her thu . . . knives. But maybe if she avoiding answering questions long enough he'd leave and she could go back to doing nothing.

Zarek

"Right, I forgot you have a very busy schedule and tight sleep hours. My bad."

Aneris

Aneris sighs. "Are you not going to leave until you're satisfied?" What does he even want from her, can't he see she's brooding?

Zarek

"Sure. Would that actually make you talk or will you try to stall me until I pass out?"

Aneris

Wow, thats a good idea actually. "Guess we'll have to find out, won't we." Aneris hopes that Zarek is greatful that there can't possible be anyone more difficult than her in his life

Zarek

"Stubborn, aren't we? Are you not accepting apologies tonight then?"

Aneris

Aneris thinks back to London's apology earlier in the night and her expression somehow found room to sour more. "Words are cheap." She mutters and looks away

Zarek

"You're upset because of a few words though, aren't you?" He looked at her this time.

Aneris

Aneris glares at a poor undeserving tree far off in the distance. It takes her a bit longer to construct her half-responce half-evasion this time. "It's possible they contributed. . . . . . . " she trails off, glaring even harder, but after a moment it becomes clear thats all she decided to say.

Zarek

"Then, was there something else that upset you before that?" He asked in a more worried tone. But he was almost sure there wasn't.

Aneris

Was it the tone of his voice, or the fact that he asked that made her doubt why she was upset? Either way it didn't matter, the result was Aneris getting more defensive. She grips the knife tighter in her hands as she starts to realize that there's no way she can think to answer his question without hurting her pride. She keeps quiet and just silently glares away from Zarek. It's too shameful to say her feelings were hurt, she's not a little bitch she can't say that. Saying she got irritated because of everyone bickering isn't much better though. She has a reputation to maintain.

Zarek

"You know, a cold 'yes' would have been a better way to stall this than keeping silent." He sighed. Going from cold indifferent responses to total silence wasn't the reaction he really wanted though. "Now it just made me more confident that it was just what I said alone."

Aneris

Fuck. Aneris isnt even sure if he arrived at the wrong conclusion or not, but at least he decided on something before she could. "Fine, you upset me, are you happy now?"Did she even answer a question? As long as she says something its fine right? It'll distract him from trying to make any observations about her for a minute. "You're just as bad as London, is that what you want to hear?" She singles London out but actually everyone pissed her off today.

Zarek

"Just as bad as London, huh?" So a escapegoat to vent all her anger towards to? That didn't sound too bad honestly. He sighed. "I don't think that was exactly what I wanted to hear. I wanted a bit more detail on how did it upset you I guess. I mean, maybe I went too far."

Aneris

She finally looks back at him. Why is it so much easier to speak when she's pissed? Talking about feelings is considered for half a second before Aneris rightfully squashes the thought. "Do you really need details? You said something and it worked. It doesn't seem like you need any more ammo. You were upset too right? What's with all this focus on me."

Zarek

"I don't need more ammo. Geez, you'd think you'd already know leaving stuff unresolved isn't good. That's a fair point though, we can start this talking about how I got upset if you want." Though it will still mostly be talking about her.

Aneris

"Sure, do that instead." Was that unresolved comment another attack at her? Whatever, as long as the subject of the conversation is moving away from her she could start to relax again.

Zarek

"Hmm, I guess I was irritated at how you kept ignoring what I said." He tilts his head upwards to look at the night sky as he continues. "Most of that stuff really didn't seem worth your time or effort I guess."

Aneris

"I'm the one who gets to decided whether something's worth my time or not. And if you don't want to get ignored you should at least offer a reason to listen." This all seems like Zarek problems. It's good to know that nothing is ever Aneris' fault.

Zarek

"I guess I should trust your judgement on that. Someone who comes all the way out here to sit on a bench and stare into space must have a good sense of how to use their time." He sighs. It's the most difficult thing to be nice when all of Aneris' answers are like this. "So, do you take actual reasons to listen? Or do you discard and avoid anything you don't like?"

Aneris

"I wasn't staring into space." She points the knife in her hand at Zarek as she corrects him. "I made a knife." She flips the knife away from him again and goes back to twirling it in her hands. "You asked me not to kill your brother if we ran into him, that was a solid reason, but I can't believe that you had a good reason to hold back on the orcs."

Zarek

Zarek swallows upon hearing this, that one favor was still important to him. "There was no reason to hold back while we were fighting them." He sighs. Was it even worth saying that battles end after a side is defeated?

Aneris

"Then why were you so upset? Would you really have been happier knowing they were still out there, going right back to doing what they were before they picked a fight with us?"

Zarek

"I guess not but... are you going to tell me you got rid of them to protect future tiefling children? Or did you do it because you wanted to see how it would be to blighttouch someone until they died?" He looked back at her.

Aneris

She doesn't look away. "You want an honest answer for that?"

Zarek

"Yeah." He doesn't break eye contact either. It would be incredible if he actually got an honest answer.

Aneris

The faintest smile appears as she responds. "The tieflings had almost nothing to do with it, but it wasn't all curiosity either. I was irritated and killing them made me feel better. The method wasn't important, even if seeing the blight get him was another layer of satisfaction." She tilts her head as if she had to decide on something on the spot. "If you want to dumb it down, I did it because I could, and frankly, no one can argue they weren't asking for it. Is that honest enough for you?"

Zarek

"Yeah, I'm glad to hear the honest reason for it. So... You were irritated and decided to take it out on someone weaker to make you feel better." He got up from the bench "It's hard to say nobody can argue when the guy had already surrendered anyway. I guess after the conversation we had a few days ago I hoped you wouldn't do this kind of shit... That's all."

Aneris

The smile drops and her eyes narrow "Frame it however you want Zarek, when you draw a weapon on someone you don't get to complain about what might happen to you afterwards." "Oh and before you go, you might want to rethink whatever watered-down idealized bastardization of me exists in your mind. I don't need you building up hopes for me around some delusion you might believe in." what the fuck does he think he's talking about 'this kind of shit'. Aneris seems to be done with cold and switches hard into bitter.

Zarek

Zarek turns back to look at her. "Watered-down bastardization? Come on. If I had such an image of you I wouldn't be frustrated, I would be surprised. But nothing you did was completely unexpected." He clicked his tongue. "I thought being at the other end of someone who used violence on whoever he could without a bigger motive would make you think twice about doing it again. But I bet you're too much of an hypocrite to put two and two together, aren't you?" God, this really wasn't what he came to say at all.

Aneris

Ah, she's mad. Aneris raises her voice as she goes on "Yeah 'you thought', there's your problem. You say you don't have deluded expections for me, but in the same breathe start making up 'lessons' I'm supposed to be learning from things. For fucks sake, and you're calling me the hypocrite."

Zarek

"I guess having any kind of expectations at all was a problem, and yeah I'm calling you an hypocrite! Obviously thinking you can learn a lesson or something similar was a mistake when you're the less self-aware person I know!" He clenched his teeth. "I bet even when you're behaving like a completely open book you're the only one who has no idea about how you act!" He almost felt like he was running out of breath as he raised his voice against her.

Aneris

"Hey here's a lesson I learned, just for you." She makes no attempt to hold back the sarcasm. "I was stupid for thinking it'd be okay to trust you. Guess we both had the wrong idea about each other all along, what a coincidence. Hey how am I doing I'm going to need some feedback, cause I have no idea right?"

Zarek

Zarek gave her an angry smile in return. "That's pretty good actually, I prefer that you yell at me if I upset you instead of isolating yourself in the middle of the night while avoiding people!" Then clenched his fists.

Aneris

"If people piss me off whats wrong with avoiding them?" she lowers her voice again. Not allowed to kill annoying people, not allowed to take leisurly walks at night. What's a girl to do. "Or are you just worried if I'm left alone I might head back into the woods and finish the job."

Zarek

"I'm not worried about what you might go do to a group of criminals in a forest right now." He replied, still a bit more intense than he should be. "What I was worried about is knowing you were out here upset or hurt because of the shit I said."

Aneris

"Ohh? But you were so concerned about me taking my aggression out on those weaker than me just a minute ago." Her voice matches his intensity and she latchs on to any fight she can, a rebel without a cause. "And even if I was a little hurt, don't get so self-centered and assumed that's the whole reason I came out here." Wait what was the main reason she came out here. Aneris briefly considers the fact that she doesnt know anymore.

Zarek

"Oh, so you closed the door on my face and left without a word but the fact I upset you and you wanted to avoid me wasn't the reason you came all the way out here? I'm curious now, what's the real reason you left then." Zarek looked at her waiting for an answer but held back on giving any kind of smug expressions, instead looking more serious about it.

Aneris

ah . . . . fuck she did lock him out of the room earlier. Her volume lowers again. "I just wanted a walk . . . . . London was up to something suspicious so I got distract and ended up out here is all." Aneris impresses even herself with the lengths she'll go to to avoid admitting something.

Zarek

"A walk?" The way Aneris changed her way of answering only made Zarek more confident in what he was saying. "London came back to the inn a good while ago, are you telling me he distracted you so much you've been sitting around here instead of continuing your walk?"

Aneris

"Well he pisses me off a lot too, it's only natural I would get distraced" wow she's not even lying, London did actually distract her walk

Zarek

"Isn't it more natural you'd avoid him too instead of getting distracted? 'if people piss you off what's wrong with avoiding them?'" Zarek sighs. "Nevermind about London, why are you even bringing him up in your excuse..?" Did she think this was more convincing?

Aneris

'I was hoping if I followed him he'd fall down a cliff and I could watch' ah shit, can't say that probably. "I'm a really bad judge of character, he had seemed less completly awful lately." She mutters answering the easier question. "You know I've spent a lot of my life out wandering at night, it's not really weird if I want to take a walk everynow and then." Holy shit how does Zarek deal with her

Zarek

Less awful lately, huh? It was kind of weird how they really started getting along better.....again... For like the third time. Maybe it wasn't that weird. "I'll give you that wanting to take a walk isn't weird. But wanting to take one just because... right when you're feeling upset and hurt? You either haven't connected the dots or you really don't want to say it, do you?" Zarek sighs, he didn't look angry anymore, maybe a little tired or a little frustrated, but can anyone blame him?

Aneris

So this is it, an hour of arguing and now she has to admit to either being stupid or having an emotion. "Maybe I don't" she looks away again.

Zarek

"Is there a reason you don't want to say it?" The answer seemed kind of crystal clear though.

Aneris

"Why should I?" Say it? Have a reason? She offers no clue to what she's actually responding to that cunt

Zarek

"What, are you afraid something bad will happen if you actually admit it?" On the other hand, Zarek also offers more questions instead of answers.

Aneris

What an unfortunate line of questioning. "I stand nothing to gain from admiting things, it's just a waste of time. . . ."

Zarek

"Does it waste more time than avoiding it with more questions?"

Aneris

"Yes."

Zarek

Zarek has to hold himself back from taking a deep breath. "Seriously? You don't really gain anything by avoiding this stuff, do you?"

Aneris

"Well I almost gained a nice relaxing walk through town." Maybe if Aneris had some of that self-reflection Zarek mentioned earlier she could ask herself why she was pushing back so much.

Zarek

"Saying 'almost' really is as good as saying 'I didnt'. I mean, if we're mentioning 'what-ifs' if you told me stuff at the inn and went for a walk I wouldn't come to interrupt it."

Aneris

"So if I told you that you pissed me off and I didn't want to look at you I could be living it up and relaxing right now?"

Zarek

"Yeah! Just tell me directly why did I upset you and why you don't want to look at me and I'll give you all the time alone you want!"

Aneris

Aneris wonders if Zarek knows he's asking for a lot. "Well for starters you overreacting to how I choose to handle things is really annoying. I don't need someone trying to hold me back. And I don't need you comparing me to Ladon like you know either of us." Anti hits enter without proofreading her reply because honestly Aneris is trash and it's Zareks problem now

Zarek

Zarek takes a deep breath. "Thanks. I'll try not to be so overbearing and I'll avoid comparing you to 'people I don't really know', that was a pretty shitty thing to do anyway." He starts to head out and yawns. "In any case, I'm sorry for bothering you on your... walk, and getting so riled up. I just wanted to apologize for being insensitive earlier. Goodnight."

Aneris

She stares at him, not really sure of much of anything at the moment then hops down off the bench. "Yeah well see that it doesn't happen again." She reverts to her cold demeanor from earlier as she sticks her arm out and retrieves Nicol from the bench and turns to leave in the other direction.

Zarek

Instead of giving her a reply he just waves his hand as he walks away. Maybe he should get another room tonight. But then again Aneris doesn't really need sleep, and probably won't want to come back, after all, she loves walking at night. It's not worth the money.

#c: zarek #c: aneris

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