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bethanysnow · 3 years

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[Comfort, fluff, angst at the start]

[Dad!EthanxReader] (Y/K/N) your kids name (1st) being oldest (2d) being youngest

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8th night in a row the kids have fallen asleep in your bed. (Y/K/N) (1) kept asking where daddy was...and you didn't have the heart to say the truth. In all honesty you didn't know. He was off being a rockstar while you were lovingly left to raise two kids. Not that you didn't love being a parent, or the kids. Just both of them since he left had gotten to an age where having both parents around mattered. Where they could wonder and ask where x parent was. And it hurt so bad to see the aspects of Ethan in them and he not be here.

With a swift kick in the side you sighed and tucked (Y/K/N)(1&2) into Ethans side of the bed. Getting up you went to the kitchen and started the kettle for some tea. Scrolling through instagram, catching up on the world of social media you swiped past one of the fan pages posting about the band being in france.

"France wasn't in too far of a off timezone..." the thought ran in your head urging you to press the messenger button. The last text was at 8 pm today setting up the phone call of him reading the kids a bed time story. Hell, right now you might even need one. From Ethan would make it all the better. Fuck it.

"Hey, you up?"

.....

...........

"Havent gotten one of those texts in a while 😉😜"

"Oh shut up lol, you're the one who wanted the second kid"

"And I am so glad we did. How are you? Shouldn't you be asleep? (Y/K/N) (2) has dance tomarrow"

"I know, don't worry. I got his leotard picked out. Hes very excited. Uncle Damiano has got him hooked on sparkles apparently. But no they both have decided your side of the bed is a far better place to sleep. And kicking me in the side is their new fav hobby dont cha know?? Lol"

"Oh I'm sorry baby. You good? How was your day"

"A bruised rib maybe, but nothing too bad. Making tea, couldn't sleep."

"Babe"

"Yes?"

"I married you, we have kids, we are best friends. Do you think I cant tell when your deflecting?"

.....gosh dammit

"Ok maybe, a little bit. But I feel bad! You're off living the dream and I dont want you worrying about us back home"

"I'm calling you"

"No-"

His face was now on the screen. 'Something' by the Beatles playing from the speaker as his ringtone. Pressing the green answer button holding the phone up to your ear.

"Fuck you-"

"Aww you do miss me!"

"Torchio that's not what I meant. You know it"

"So, talk to me. What's wrong baby?"

You paused. He sounded tired, but not like he was about to go to bed. Probably just got back to the hotel room or somethin. The silence made you choke.

"Um...the kids miss you...they ask where daddy is all the time. When are you coming home, can we go visit daddy, does daddy have any press so we can see him on the big tv. It's all I hear all day."

"Amore..."

"I know their young and you guys are just gone for a month and a half. And you try to make it back when you can, but jesus Ethan- I dont know what to do...I don't know where you are half the time. I try to make sure they see your face in photos. I miss you.....I miss you so much. I am so tired. And I feel like I cant complain, because I wanted to be a mom. I wanted this! I knew what I was signing up for. I know its stupid and unfair. I don’t mean to complain. I knew what it was like being married to you. I knew what it was like with the kids. Then last week I fuckin forgot sir buns-a-lot at the daycare! (Y/K/N)(1) had a fit like you would not believe! (Y/K/N)(2) decided that he doesn’t want to be in school anymore because a kid asked him why he didn’t have a daddy. When he said his daddy is working as the drummer in Maneskin no one believed him. He came home in tears! Then I have to follow the fan pages just to make sure I don't miss anything from your press junkets. Your wife has to follow fan blogs just to see her husband!-"

"-Y/n. Breathe tesoro. Breathe for me." Hearing him take deep breaths over the phone caused your lungs to kick back in gear. Not noticing your hyperventilation before. "I am sorry I am gone. You have every right to complain to me. I know it's hard. If I could be there right now I swear-" he paused. "-it is unfair to you. It is. It's so unfair that I'm not there and you have to do this by yourself. And it's bad and terrifying. And I don't like it either. This is our last press stint for a while...so I'll be home. I'll take (Y/K/N)(2) to dance class, and take (Y/K/N)(1) to school and make you breakfast. What do you think of us all taking the train up the the studio? Take a holiday. Just the family. You could wear that little red swim suit you like? The kids could learn to beat Thomas in Mario Kart. Damiano cooking. Vic watching the kids while we have a date night. Yea?"

"That sounds nice.....being all together"

"....yea....so blow your nose, wash your face."

Touching your face it was wet. You didn't notice either that you had started crying. Either it was being tired or just hearing Ethan again waterworks were on.

"I love you"

"I love you to the moon and back Y/n. Now go get some sleep ok?"

"Yea....sleep sounds good. Talk tomorrow?"

"Of course. Goodnight baby~"

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The sun was bright and big and yellow. The air was warm on your skin. The train up was wonderful, the kids slumped over asleep while you and Ethan got to cuddle and have some hushed conversation. Looking up into his beautiful brown eyes you had missed so dearly.

Aunty Vic was currently chasing (Y/K/N)(1) around the property with a water gun and trying to duck and cover from on coming attacks from Thomas and (Y/K/N)(2). Both you and your husband had crawled onto a fold out lawn chair and decided to spend the day soaking in the sun like cats. Ethan's chest slowly rising and falling under you, listening to his heartbeat. A drummer even on the inside, beating away at a steady rhythm. You were indeed wearing that red swim suit from that one phone call that seemed so far away at this point. Ethan's hands wrapped around you, holding you close. His hair up in a bun with sunglasses perched on his face. Keeping an eye out for the kids, making sure no one fell into the pool and what not.

“You will have to get glasses soon babe if you keep staring at the sun.”

“I will do no such thing”

Both of you laughed. Both of you were young parents, but the stress of life hadn’t been unknown. You knew you had gotten some gray hairs starting to filter in just a bit. His smile was starting to leave lines around his cheeks. He looked as handsome as ever. Propping your self up on your elbows you looked at him. He raised a brow questioning you moving from such a comfy position.

“You are a great dad...”

“And you are a even better mom. Or should I say mommy?” The smirk on his face grew wide as his hand moved to your ass giving it a squeeze.

“No! Don’t you fuckin start!”

“I’m serious~ Why not 3? mh?” His other hand going to your cheek rubbing small circles onto your sun warmed skin. “Be the tin type of their mother....call me ‘the ol man’.....”

“Torchio you can’t just start quoting Carousel. You don’t get to use my love for old romance against me! That’s unfair!” Smacking his chest.

“Maybe, but right now the suit you got on is more than unfair...There is a reason I had you lay on top of me”

You pressed a kiss into Ethan's lips. Love sick as ever. No one could take that away.

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#måneskin #maneskin #ethan torchio #ethan torchio x y/n #victoria de angelis #damiano david #thomas raggi #Ethan Torchio x reader

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hyuniepot · 3 years

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the butterfly effect. || chapter 6

chapter word count || 5,372

genre || thriller, angst, drama

members || mark lee, na jaemin, lee jeno, huang renjun, lee donghyuck, zhong chenle, park jisung

warnings || mentions of death, implications of depression

pairing || fem!reader x jaemin || slight fem!reader x mark

synopsis || you never thought you’d be able to play with fate so easily, especially not through some shady app. but you suddenly must say goodbye to what you know and hello to a new world where everything seems perfect.

taglist || @gothboyjisung @jeongyoonohs @doiewonu @huanginjoon @wordsgodeep @colpen

previous chapter

You woke up way later than usual. You were still in the clothes you wore yesterday. You immediately got up and showered, changing into a new pair of clothes.

When you were done, you checked your phone.

Mark

hey, when do u wanna hang out?

you can come over here if u want.

or whatever. its fine

oh, you probably aren’t awake yet….

lol. let me know when ur awake.

You smile.

You

hey im awake now

i can come over to ur place, is any time fine?

i just gotta get ready and stuff

You set your phone down and look at yourself in the mirror, continuing to dry your hair. You know you still had to make your final decision on whether you were going to leave or not. Your mind couldn’t make a decision. There were pros and cons to doing both.

If you were to go back, you’d return to a life with no Mark and a Jisung who isn’t happy. But you’d have Hyuck. You’d have Jaemin, and Jeno and Renjun. You’d have your old friends back. You could use what you learned here to fix your life.

But Mark. He was the only thing stopping you. You wanted to take him along with you but you knew it was impossible. You just couldn’t imagine leaving him again when you had spent so long yearning for him to be back.

You jump at the sound of your phone dinging.

Mark

yea, come on over. i’ll be here all day hahah

You

got it. i’ll be there soon

You then clicked on Hyuck’s name to text him.

You

i know this is annoying but please give me the time i need. i’ll let you know tonight what my decision is.

You turned your phone off, grabbing your camera and putting it in your new bag. Jisung was in his room so you gently knock and wait for a response.

Jisung opens the door. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you respond. “I’m gonna go to Mark’s today, are you gonna be okay here alone?”

Your mother’s workload had definitely decreased, but she still worked long hours. You only got to see her in the mornings before school.

Jisung nods. “Yep, that’s fine.”

“Okay.” you exhale. “I’ll see you later, then.”

He nods, and you turn away and head downstairs. You make your way outside and start your journey to Mark’s house. Luckily, you had gone there once since you showed up, so you knew your way.

Everything was still so familiar. Of course it was; this was the town you grew up in after all. And that’s why it was so hard to differentiate from your old life sometimes. Everything still felt right at times.

You were glad Mark didn’t live too far away. You spotted him outside, sitting on one of the concrete stairs that lead to the porch. His face lights up when he spots you, getting up and making his way to you.

“What’s up?” he smiles.

“Nothing,” you reply. “What’s the plan for today?” you both continue making your way to his house.

“I don’t have anything planned, really…” he says, scratching his head. “We just chill for a bit and then figure out something if you want.”

You nod, going up the stairs to his porch. He opens the door, letting you in. You follow him up to his room, suddenly feeling nervous. You hadn’t been alone with Mark like this. You barely even knew how to be around him without feeling awestruck.

He opens the door to his room and it hits you. It was so perfectly… him. It was just what you expected, what you always imagined it would look like. An acoustic guitar stood in the corner of his room, bed haphazardly made. A record player was set up on the left side, the records he owned displayed on a nearby shelf. Posters of all different subjects were taped on the wall, some personal photos mixed in. You spotted one of you and Mark as children, one of the photos you always looked at when you missed him.

It hurt to look at everything. But you had to force your emotions aside.

“Yeah, had to switch up the old room,” he says, putting his hands in his pockets. “I think this looks way cooler.”

You nod. “It looks great.” your voice is barely audible. You couldn’t take your eyes off the photos on the wall.

“Oh,” Mark notices you staring at the wall. He walks to where his bed is, squatting down and pulling a book out from under it. “I found a whole photo album of old photos.” he says. He motions you to come sit down next to him, and you oblige.

He opens it. The first few pages were photos of him as a baby, but it quickly changed to photos of him as a kid. It didn’t take long for you to appear. You had seen them all before, but it was still nice to look at them. There were even pictures from your trip to the butterfly enclosure, an unsure look plastered across your face. Mark was beaming.

“Do you remember this?” Mark puts his finger on an old photo of you and him at a fair — huge grins on both of your faces. He laughs. “We rode a ride and I swore I was gonna get sick after it. You were so freaked out by it that you avoided me until I convinced you I felt better.”

You laugh. You did remember it. You remembered running away from him and staying at least 10 feet away until you finally gave in.

He turns a few pages. It was time to look at photos that you had never seen, stories that you had never heard, the things that could have been. You just tried to keep your breathing steady.

There’s a picture of you and him together in somewhat formal clothing — probably your first highschool dance. Hyuck and another boy you didn’t recognize stood behind you, giving both you and Mark bunny ears.

“You remember Johnny, right?”

That must have been the other boy. You just nodded. Of course, you had no idea who he was.

“He moved here when we were like 12, right?” he looks at the photo. “I miss him. I don’t get to talk to him a lot because he travels so he’s always in a different timezone but… when I do, it’s like he never left.” he adds.

You wrack your brain — did you ever know anyone named Johnny? You were sure you didn’t. He didn’t exist in your old life. But he had somehow been a part of your life in this universe at some point. He was visibly older — not by too much, but he was definitely more mature. It didn’t help that Mark had a baby face. He had brown, medium length hair that was kind of shaggy. He seemed charming. But since there was no sign of him in your phone, you assumed you didn’t keep in touch with him.

Mark flips the pages a few more times. There’s a picture of you, Mark, and Hyuck on what seemed to be your last halloween together. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint when, but you were probably 14 or 15. You were dressed up as Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Hyuck was dressed as the beast and Mark was dressed as Lumière, the candlestick.

You look at the girl in those photos. You wished you had her brain; You wished you remembered everything the way she did. Looking at yourself in the photos didn’t feel right. No matter what you did, you couldn’t convince yourself that it was you. Because technically, it wasn’t. Where was that girl now? Was she living your old life? Spending her days with Jaemin, desperately wishing for Mark?

“Are you okay?” you snap back to reality at the sound of Mark’s voice. He had closed the book and was looking at you with a concerned look on his face.

You let out an awkward chuckle. “Oh… yeah. I’m fine… I just kinda zoned out.”

“Yeah… you’ve been doing that a lot lately…” Mark stands up and slides the book back under his bed. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You don’t want to reply. Your eyes start burning with tears.

“Yeah,” you reply softly.

“That’s why I wanted to hang out with you today. You’ve seemed so… off lately… No offense,” Mark sits back down and looks at you. “I don’t mean that in a mean way, I just mean… it seems like something is bothering you and… are you crying?”

Tears finally escape your eyes, cascading down your cheeks. You stay silent as Mark wraps his arms around you, tightly hugging you.

“Oh god, oh no… I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry.” Mark says.

You can’t help but smile as you cry into his chest. “No… it’s not your fault…”

He pulls away from the hug. “Is something actually wrong? You know you can talk to me… I heard bottling up your emotions isn’t healthy…”

You take your time collecting yourself to try and think of an excuse. Obviously you couldn’t tell him the real reason why you seemed so out of it -- oh yeah, Mark, I’m from a universe where you died and I ended up here because I used some app to wish for you back and I have literally no idea what’s going on half the time.

“I’m just stressed,” you tell him. “I’ve never been this stressed so I don’t really know how to deal with it.”

“Ah…” Mark nods. “I get it… I mean, we’re in our last year of school. Everyone’s gonna expect us to act like adults soon. It’s… scary.”

You nod, wiping your tears. I wish that was what I was stressed about.

And that’s when it clicks. You realize you don’t belong here. You were destined to live in a world without Mark. But that thought only makes you start crying again.

Mark hugs you again. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “Just let it out, okay?”

So you do. You let everything out. Your shoulders shake as you sob. To anyone, it would seem like you’re overreacting. Sobbing in your best friend’s arms because you’re stressed. But this was the one thing you felt like could make you feel better.

For years, you laid in your bed alone, sobbing because you missed Mark. Because you felt guilty. And if you weren’t crying over him, you wished he was there to comfort you. And now it finally happened, and you were gonna relish the moment. This was all you ever wanted.

You feel guilty — Mark just wanted to hang out and here you were, making him comfort you as you cried for God knows what.

You force yourself to stop crying. Mark lets you go and levels himself with you, wiping your face with his thumb. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks. “We’re best friends… you can tell me anything, y’know?”

You nod. “I know… I just… didn’t want to bother anyone.”

Mark furrows his brows. “Hey come on, don’t say that. You wouldn’t be bothering anyone. Don’t think like that.”

You hiccup. You could feel that your face was puffy from crying.

“Okay,” Mark stands up. “I think this calls for some relaxation, right? I’m gonna get a bunch of blankets and we’re just gonna lounge.” He grabs a spare blanket and wraps it around your shoulders, helping you stand up. He leads you to his basement. There was a large couch and a TV. You sit down.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” he asks.

You nod. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

Mark turns the TV on. “Okay. I’ll find something for us to watch. Get comfortable, okay?”

You scoot around for a bit before finding a comfortable spot. The crying you did made your eyelids heavy.

Mark joins you on the couch, clicking through the TV guide, searching for something to watch. He clicks on a movie before opening his arms. “Come here.”

Maybe it wasn’t right, but you let him hold you. You listen to his heartbeat, trying to keep yourself awake until you couldn’t fight it anymore.

[4:27 p.m.]

Your eyes flutter open. You glance around, taking in your surroundings and remembering you were in Mark’s basement. You realize you were still in his arms. You quickly sit up, making Mark jolt awake.

“Oh shit,” he says, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Did we both fall asleep?” he chuckles.

You smile. “Yeah… looks like it.” You stretch your muscles. “Did you get to watch any of movie?”

“Nope.” Mark replies. “I think I fell asleep right after I realized you had,” he says softly.

You groan. “What time is it? We didn’t sleep through the day, did we?” you ask, suddenly nervous.

Mark pulls out his phone to check the time. He shakes his head. “Nope. Only about two and a half hours.”

You sigh in relief. It was still a long time, but at least it was still daytime. “Oh, good.”

“Do you wanna go get some food? We should probably get up so we don’t fall asleep again,” he laughs.

You smile. “Good idea.”

You both make your way upstairs and you retrieve your bag from Mark’s room before leaving the house. The weather, like yesterday, was nice. A light breeze blew, but it wasn’t cold thanks to the sun. You could hear children playing in a yard nearby. You and Mark made your way to a restaurant nearby. It was one that you didn’t recognize. It was a bit retro-themed and was decorated like a classic diner.

You and Mark sit down at a booth, looking at the menu. “We haven’t been to this place in forever… they got a bunch of new menu items.” Mark mumbles.

You look at the menu. It had all kinds of different types of burgers, but most importantly, milkshakes.

Mark gasped. “They got rid of the cookies ‘n cream milkshake? Are you kidding me?” he whines.

You laugh. “Really? That has to be a popular flavor.”

“Right? It’s so good too, I order it everytime. So why would they — oh, nevermind… they just rebranded it…” Mark says softly, hiding his face with the menu.

Your eyes find their way to the milkshakes; they had simply changed the name of the milkshake from Cookies ‘N Cream to Oreo. You giggle. “Dork.”

“Hey, come on! I was panicked, alright?” Mark laughs.

A waitress swings by and takes your orders — you just order a classic burger and fries with a milkshake with your favorite ice cream flavor.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You pull it out to see who’s calling. It’s Hyuck. “Um,” you swallow hard. “I’m gonna go wash my hands real quick.” you tell Mark.

He nods. “Alright.”

You get up from the booth and quickly walk to the bathroom. You close the door behind you, praying that it was empty. “Hello?”

“God, took you long enough.” Hyuck mutters.

“Why’d you call?” you sigh.

“Because I think we need to actually talk about this… I mean, if you decide to leave, I need to be able to tell you when to send the message.” he replies.

You roll your eyes. “I told you I would let you know later. I’m with Mark right now.”

“Are you serious?”

You pause. It’s deathly quiet. You can feel Hyuck’s anger through the phone. “He wanted to hang out, he asked me last night when he dropped me off… did you really think I’d say no?”

“You should’ve,” he sighs. “You know you’re only making it harder on yourself.”

You knew he was right. “I just… wanted to make some final memories before possibly leaving,” you tell him.

“I… understand.” Hyuck adds quietly. You hear him sigh. “You know this is hard on me too, right? I’m sorry I keep being so pushy but… I just wanna get out of here.”

It’s silent again. For the first time, you realize you never even thought about how Hyuck felt. You knew he missed Mark just as much as you did.

“That’s why I’ve been kinda distancing myself from him. Because the first day we were here, it was hell. All I could think about was that day… it’s all I can think about.” he says. You can barely hear him.

“Hyuck…” you whisper.

“Being here… with him… it’s too much for me to handle. You don’t think I feel the same way? I know this is a universe where we could both be happy with Mark, but something keeps telling me I can’t stay here. Too much has changed. I can’t be comfortable here.” Hyuck’s voice starts trembling. “Which is why I refused to spend any time with Mark. Because he’s the only reason I want to stay. But I miss my old life. I miss my friends. I don’t know what the hell went wrong here, but my life is just so much shittier here. Everything that could’ve gone wrong feels like it went wrong.” he rants.

You feel so much guilt for not taking the time to think about why he’d want to leave. You spent so much time thinking about yourself and Mark because you knew you’d always have Hyuck.

“Not even Mark makes staying worth it.” he spits. You can’t tell if he’s angry or sad; it’s probably both. “We were so stupid for coming here,” he finally chuckles, although you can tell it isn’t from happiness. “We were so fucking stupid.”

“I know,” you reply softly.

“I’m sorry. Call me later, okay?”

He hangs up before you can say anything. You slowly put your phone down and shove it back into your pocket. You want to cry, but you’ve already spent too much time in here. You rush out of the bathroom, and instantly run into someone.

“I’m sorry,” you say, looking up at the person. Your heart almost stops.

“No worries,” Jaemin says, flashing you a polite smile.

Your heart starts pounding. You try to tell yourself to stop staring at him, but this was the first time you’ve seen him since coming here. He doesn’t look too different — hair is darker now but everything is the same. The same eyes you fell in love with. The smile that gave you butterflies in your stomach. He’s dressed in normal clothes, so that meant he was probably eating here alongside you and Mark.

You want to lunge towards him, hugging him so tightly he could never leave you again. But you finally just nodded and forced your legs to walk past him; they had started trembling and you weren’t sure how much longer you could stand there. You were glad Mark’s back was to you. You sat back down at your seat, your hands now trembling

“Everything okay?” Mark asks.

You nod. You clear your throat. “Yeah… uh, sorry I took so long. My mom called while I was in there.”

“Oh, okay.” Mark takes a sip of his milkshake that had been set on the table while you were gone. “You’re not in trouble or anything, right?” he asks, eyes widening.

You smile. “No.”

“Okay, good! I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for hanging out with me or something…” Mark says.

You stir your milkshake with your straw. You weren’t feeling very hungry anymore, but after the first sip, it was too delicious to stop.

“(y/n)!” you hear a voice calling your name. You turn your head towards the direction it’s coming from.

Naeun walks to your table. “I didn’t even see you here! What’s up?” she smiles.

“Oh… nothing.” you reply, forcing a smile in return. “Me and Mark are just hanging out and we were hungry, so here we are.” you tell her.

“Of course. Partners in crime. Hi, Mark.” Naeun responds. “Jaemin brought me here. Can you believe I’ve never been here before? This place has been up for years and I’ve never had the chance.” she pouts.

“Really?” Mark speaks up. “You gotta try their milkshakes, they’re delicious.” he tells her.

Naeun chuckles. “Will do. What flavor did you get? It looks good.” she asks.

“Oh! Cookies ‘n cream. It’s my favorite.” he replies, smiling.

“That’s a good flavor.” You hear Jaemin before you see him. Why is he talking about ice cream? He can’t even eat dairy. You think.

“How would you know?” Naeun teases, as if she was a mind reader. “You can’t have ice cream.”

Jaemin enters your line of sight, wrapping an arm around Naeun’s shoulders. It feels like a gunshot to your chest. “Well, I’m not supposed to have it. But these milkshakes make all the pain worth it.” he jokes.

Mark laughs. “He’s right though. How’s it going, Jaemin? I haven’t seen you in forever.”

Jaemin grins. “I’m doing good. School has been way harder lately, but…”

“Yeah, I would assume so. I can’t believe you got into that school, no offense…”

Jaemin chuckles. “None taken. I was surprised I got in, too. I just wish they had accepted me earlier so I wouldn’t have had to leave halfway through a school year. But, I come back here and visit almost every weekend, so…”

Watching Mark and Jaemin talk felt weird. You didn’t even know they knew each other. That also answered your question as to why you never saw Jaemin at school. You wonder what school he had been accepted to.

“Oh, how rude of me. Hey, (y/n). How are you?” Jaemin turns his attention to you. “I was gonna talk to you earlier but you ran away from me.” he laughs. “I didn’t even realize it was you until you were gone.”

“Sorry…” you say softly. “Um… I didn’t realize it was you either.”

You can feel Jaemin’s eyes piercing into you. You didn’t want to look at him. You couldn’t.

“Well, I’d love to hang out with you guys, but after we eat I have to drive Jaemin back home… maybe we could all hang out another time? Double dates, maybe?” she says, grinning.

“Date?” Mark asks, furrowing his brows. “I mean… yeah, we can hangout but…” he laughs awkwardly.

“I’m teasing,” she says, glancing at you. “Both of you get so defensive!” she jokes. “Not trying to pressure you guys, but you’d be really cute together.” she presses.

“Okay, Naeun, enough,” Jaemin chuckles. “Mark’s gonna explode if you keep going.”

You look at Mark, whose face was red from embarrassment.

“We’ll see you guys later then,” Naeun says. The couple walk away from your table, Jaemin’s arm still around her. Your throat gets tight.

“Gosh…” Mark giggles. “Sorry. Stuff like that just gets me embarrassed,” he says, shaking his head.

You smile. “It’s okay.”

A waitress comes to the table a few moments later and sets the food you ordered on the table. Your appetite had come back. Seeing the food made you realize how hungry you really were.

Mark takes a bite of his burger. “I swear this place always hits the spot,” he says.

He was right. The food was really good. You were actually kind of mad this restaurant didn’t exist in your universe. It was perfect.

“Are you okay?” Mark asks. It’s so sudden, your first response is to just stare at him with wide eyes.

You swallow your food. “Yeah, why?”

Mark shrugs. “I just wanted to check in. You kinda froze up when Naeun and Jaemin were talking to us.” he says softly.

“Oh…” you set your burger down. “I was feeling kind of awkward because I ran into Jaemin when I left the bathroom. And then I ran away from him,” you laugh.

“Ah,” Mark nods. “I see.”

“Yeah… I’m kind of good at that. Making everything awkward.” you chuckle.

“Oh, shush.” Mark laughs. “Have you ever met me?”

You giggle. “Okay, well… if you’re the most awkward person on the planet, then I’m the close second.” you tell him.

“And that’s why we make such a good pair.” he replies.

Why did you feel so guilty every time you remembered how much you loved Jaemin?

You both finished your meals; Mark, of course, offered to pay for everything. Then you both left the restaurant. The sun was beginning to set.

“Ooh, wait,” you tell Mark, pulling your camera from your bag. He stops to look at you. “Let me take a picture of you here,” you say, pointing to one of the neon signs in the window.

Mark gets in front of it and poses, and you snap the photo. You both watch as it develops. “Perfect.” you show it to Mark.

You decide to head back to Mark’s house to hang out for a few more hours. As the sun set, the city was becoming less crowded. You passed children riding their bikes back home, people arriving home from work. Everything felt so normal, once again.

“Hey,” Mark says as you reach his room. “Check this out.” he grabs his guitar. “I finally learned how to play this song,”

“Hmm?” you lounge on his bed. “What song?”

He strums his guitar. You could already tell how good he had gotten at it; you only got the chance to hear him play twice before he died.

You recognize the song instantly — I’m Yours by Jason Mraz. It brings a smile to your face. Mark sings along softly. You realize his singing voice has gotten better as well.

You listen to him sing and shift to your side, propping yourself up with your elbow and resting your head on your hand. He’s completely immersed in the music. He looks so happy. You slowly retrieve your bag and take a photo of him.

He stops. “Oh… sorry. I kinda got preoccupied there,” he laughs.

“No, it’s okay…” you reply, feeling guilty for pulling him out of his music-induced-daze. “I was enjoying it.”

“Really?” Mark taps the strings of his guitar. “Well… I’ll finish the song then.” he continues strumming, taking a few moments to find where he left off.

You watch him, a soft smile on your face. This was a moment you definitely wanted to savor. If you were going to forget your time here, you at least wanted to remember this. It was beautiful. It was Mark.

[10:45 p.m.]

Mark offered to walk you home before it got too late — he had forgotten that it was a school night for him.

“Are you sure your mom won’t be mad?” Mark asks, nervously.

You laugh. “Once again, no. If she was worried about me we’d see flyers on the telephone poles,” you joke.

Mark chuckles. “Okay… I just don’t wanna get you in trouble for keeping you out so late. I lost track of time, to be honest…”

You nod. “Me too.” You had spent hours listening to Mark play his guitar and he tried to help you learn a song, but you weren’t as musically gifted as him, so it didn’t go very well. But Mark acted as if you were the God of Guitar, cheering when you played a few chords.

“Today was really fun.” he says softly. “If you ever wanna do this to… unwind… or whatever… just let me know.”

You smile. “Of course.”

Your heart drops as your house comes into view. It was your last few moments with Mark.

He walks you to your doorstep this time; he usually just walks to your driveway. It’s almost as if he knows. “Well,” Mark says, sighing. “We’re here.”

You grin, trying to mask your sadness. “Yeah… thanks for today. It was really fun!” you say.

Mark stares at you for a moment. “Um…” his eyes dart around, not sure where to look. “I…”

You watch him as he struggles to form a sentence. “Mark?” you ask softly.

He closes his mouth before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “I just had a lot of fun today.” he says.

You nod slowly. What did he really want to say? “Hurry and go home,” you tell him. “I don’t need you being all tired tomorrow.” your voice is barely above a whisper.

Mark stares at you for a few moments more. “You’re right,” he laughs, shaking his head. “I’m tired already… I’ll probably sleep like a baby when I get home.” Whatever tension was there had disappeared. In a spur-of-a-moment decision, you wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“Text me when you get home, okay?” you tell him. Your head is against his chest; You can hear his heart beating.

“Of course,” he breathes. He finally wraps his arms around you. “Are… you okay?” he asks again.

You feel tears rushing to your eyes again. You chuckle. “I’m fine. I just… I love you.” you whisper. “You’re my best friend, okay? And… I need you to know that.”

He rubs your back. “I love you too,” he replies. “I’m so glad to know you.” he says.

You let him go. You knew you had to.

“Well… I’ll see you tomorrow.” Mark says.

You nod. “I’ll see you.”

You knew it was a lie, but only on your end. He’d see you. You wouldn’t be seeing him. But you knew what you were doing was right. Mark starts walking away, giving you one final smile before he was out of sight.

You push your front door open, going straight to your room and letting yourself cry. You let all of your emotions out. You wanted to run to Mark and hug him again and you never wanted to let go.

You finally pulled yourself together when you heard a faint knock on your door. You wipe your eyes and face quickly, although you knew your face would be puffy from crying. “Come in.”

Jisung peeks in. “Are you okay?”

You nod, although it’s unconvincing — his simple question makes you cry more. “I’m fine.”

“Why are you crying?” Jisung opens the door completely and enters, sitting next to you on your bed. “Did something happen?”

You shake your head. “No. I’m not sad,” you lie. “I’m just… feeling a lot of emotions right now.”

Jisung furrows his brows. “But… you seem sad.”

You take a deep breath. “I’m not, bud. I’m fine. Nothing happened between me and Mark, if that’s what you’re asking. I guess I’m just feeling… thankful. For Mark, and you, and all my friends.”

“Oh…” you can tell Jisung is still confused, but he shrugs it off. “Well… I guess as long as you aren’t sad, it’s okay.”

You feel him wrap and arm around you. You hug him back, feeling much more relieved now that you had cried a bit more.

“I’m going to bed now,” Jisung says, removing his arm from around your shoulders. “Are you sure you’re okay…?”

You nod. “I’m okay, really. Go to bed. Don’t stay up late because of me.” you tell him. He should’ve been in bed already… you realize.

Jisung nods. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I love you, Jisung.”

He seems taken aback by your words. You don’t blame him — no matter what, telling your sibling you love them still feels awkward.

“Love you too.”

He leaves your room. You pick up your bag from where you had placed it when you got to your room and retrieved your camera. You collect all the photos you had taken. The one of Jisung in the kitchen, him talking to Mark, Mark and his ice cream, everyone outside of the ice cream parlor, him outside of the restaurant, him playing his guitar, and finally, the photo Hyuck had taken of you. You shove them in your pocket, praying that they would return to the correct universe with you.

You lay down on your bed, completely exhausted. You just want to fall asleep, but you know you can’t. You pull out your phone, going to your messages and clicking on Hyuck’s name.

You

let me know when you’re ready.

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wsyurim · 3 years

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timezones suck!! but hello everyone and thank you for the warm welcomes ♡ i bring you all miss han yurim aka etoile’s lead vocalist aka accidental idol. here is her profile and her career page. unfortunately, i wasn’t able to come through with a plots page, but i do have some ideas that i’ll throw down below the cut. also below the cut will, hopefully, be a brief introduction to yurim and so feel free to press that little heart if you’d like to plot, and i’ll come hopping over to your im’s!

background!!

yurim comes from a very loving family. she’s the youngest with her dad being a firefighter and her mom and accountant which also means her financial status is middle class at the least though yeouido isn’t the cheapest place to live. her older sister’s like six years older than her as well so you can guess how much adoration yurim’s gotten ever since she was practically born. this is all setting up for me to explain that yurim has really high self-esteem which comes in handy with this job lol

never actually had thoughts of being an idol. when she was younger, most of her time was spent with books and with paint because she loves to draw! it’s still one of her hobbies today as well as a skill that the company likes to use on variety shows and stuff (”yurim-ssi, can you draw one of the cast members for us?”) though she kind of hates doing that

starts singing as a hobby after her friends tell her she has a really pretty voice. asks to be sent to a vocal academy because when she wants to do something, she wants to do it well!! from there, she probably spends like six to seven months before an instructor convinces her to join yuseong’s open audition where she ends up getting second?? she’s as confused as the next person tbh

thinks that’s it, but then she’s getting offered a trainee contract? and yeah... you can see where that led her to lmao debuting as etoile’s lead vocalist!! which is why i describe her as an accidental idol because she never intended for this to be her line of work

as a trainee, she was pretty shocked by the competitive nature and would usually take a step back if it seemed like she was getting involved in something too intense. yurim’s very much the type to “lose” in an argument solely because she doesn’t want to get into an argument; she sees them as a big waste of time!! the type to insist that having pride is the stupidest thing because it’s all worthless at the end of the day. what’s pride going to get you more than possibly a fist to your face yknow

she’s one of those idols who is very sincere and genuine to her fans, but she’s pretty quiet on-screen so people who may not know etoile well enough other than their hit songs will probably question why she’s an idol (think vixx’s leo in terms of public image)

her haters will try to smear her by insisting that she’s not working hard enough or that she’s not doing her job enough which isn’t completely wrong because she’s not the type to like go out of her way to be active on shows and stuff? but she does aegyo when her fans ask for it, leaves long messages on fancafes for her fans, gives her best on stage (she has good stage presence!!) and is basically a really good idol for her fans as she thinks that’s all that matters

remember that part where i said she has very self high-esteem? that means hate comments really don’t affect her because she knows who she is as a person and that those lousy comments on the internet aren’t going to affect her life at all lol

behind the cameras, she’s not all too different from her idol persona. she’s quiet, likes to observe rather than participate in things actively which can make her come off as being super distant and uninterested. but she has a really kind heart and is genuine with her interactions with people

to this day, doesn’t really have any dreams or aspirations as an idol, but she’s here so she’ll do it until her contract expires or etoile’s career comes to an end. whichever comes first!! but do not question her passion for singing because that much is very real

possible plot ideas!!

someone who trained at yuseong at the same time (2016-2017) and thinks that yurim doesn’t deserve her spot in etoile because she doesn’t appear passionate enough. maybe you had another trainee friend who didn’t make it but yurim did so it leaves you bitter? though that’s just a random tidbit that doesn’t have to be used!!

you wonder how yurim manages to remain so confident in herself despite this line of work. idols get hate thrown at them here and there, and you’re a victim to that as well but you see yurim who just happens to skip past all that without being affected and it confuses you

you happen to get shipped with yurim a lot and it can either a) make you want to avoid her or b) make you want to approach her because it’s funny. yurim falls on the latter in which she thinks fanships are kind of funny because she can’t imagine what makes people want to “ship” two idols together

you think yurim’s boring and try to get her to be more active in things? whether you meet on set of a variety show and try to involve her or if it’s off-camera, then maybe get her to do something adventurous

you don’t think yurim should be an idol if she never wanted to be one, and you ask her why she’s still here?

some more casual work relationships that end up getting deeper? like you meet yurim so much either backstage or at the salon or on the same shows, and you end up talking to her all the time anyway that she’s become some sort of confidant? she’s not a woman of many words which means she does a great job at listening

something angsty would be lovely too because i love a good heartbreak or two! ex-boyfriends, past/current unrequited crushes, ex-friends for some reason

you happen to really like yurim’s voice, and she’s flattered really!! <3

#ws:intro #( ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — ooc. )

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seijorhi · 3 years

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asks :)

y’all are killing me, but like in the best possible way 😭

rhi,,, i have been FED. i am so GRATEFUL for the MEAL. 😤 it never ceases to amaze me how talented you are 😭💞 seijoh supremecy reigns!!! and let me tell you,,, makki... just.... ✨makki “stronger than he looks, makki”✨ i frothed,,, we love our underappreciated strawberry on this blog!!!

all i want is for makki to pin me down and fuck me until i’m sobbing. and timeskip makki?? i love him so much 🥺

and thank you, bby!!

Rhi. First of all holy shit??? I had to take a deep breath because holy fuck that was just 🥵🥵🥵. I rarely read Mattsun or Makki fics but ugh, I really looked forward to this and holy hell you did not disappoint! Damn. Because you mentioned that this was supposed to be another Seijoh 4 fic, I'd like to consider this as an alternate version of your Manager au and ugh the biggest question! Who did Makki send the pics to? Oikawa and Iwa to tell them what they're missing out? Or to the mystery boyfriend because they finally staked their claim on reader-chan?

Hmmm seeing that the Jackals are the ones in Osaka, I feel like it's any of the four? Omg what if it was Hinata???? But I'll probably feel sad if it was Meian cuz I love him 😭😭😭

sdfghjjhgfhjkl thank you!!!!! i was like ‘okay, you’re not gonna make this about all four of them’ and then my brain ignored all of that entirely and decided just to sprinkle in some hints. i like to think that a lot of things that probably crossed a line happened back in their last year at highschool between all five of them that the reader either rationalises or brushed off, so it is kind of intended as an alternate manager au i guess.

and yeah, makki sent the pics to both iwa, oikawa and your (soon to be ex) boyfriend :)

Hot damn! Baby it’s cold outside is phenomenal!!! I loved the buildup. Am I wrong to assume that iwa and oikawa had some idea of what was going to happen?

oh no, they absolutely knew 👀 and thank you!!

wait omg did makki send those pics to himself or to your boyfriend (perhaps iwa and oikawa?) but wow amazing work as always!! 💕

one set to your boyfriend, another to their captain 😌

Sooo, Oikawa and Iwa were in on it, but why didn't they want to take part?

it’s not so much that they didn’t want to, more that they didn’t want to overwhelm you all once - but dw, they haven’t gone far 👀

The funny thing about timezones is that I often read your fics a few minutes after I wake up at 5am and lol, I end up thinking about them the whole day. They're basically my breakfast at this point lol

timezones are a bitch and i would fight them bare fisted if i could. no but that’s probably the best way to read them, still half asleep 😂 thank you tho!! i’m glad you like them so much!

i love ur soulmate aus 😭 sometimes i wish i could read outrunning fate for the first time again

this is so sweet, thank you, bby!!

out of all your oikawa’s, which one is your fave 😌

but i love them all so much?? unpopular opinion i think, but maybe home! oikawa

kuroo calling you “kitten/sweetheart” and oikawa calling you “his pretty girl/cutie” makes me 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

this makes me so happy because i am an absolute whore for pet-names so they inevitably find their way into my fics - glad i’m not the only one who like them haha

i hesrd soulmate dabihawks and my brain malfunctioned in a good way we can never be sick of soulmate aus

i think i promised to write something for dabi & hawks waaaay back when i started this blog and i still haven’t so maybe now’s the perfect time 👀

ahhhhh im literally gonna go beserk when u open comms i got a whole note in my notes app titled 'bbydoll comms' n like its just a list of comm ideas im so fucking excited

wait, really?? omfg you’re gonna make me melt!!

you're my favourite writer!! each one of your fics is always so well written and interesting and i just--- omg. i have reread practically all your work i literally always go back to it <3

thank you so much, you’re so nice i hope you’re having a good day, bby!

saw dark content slander “ur sick bastards, get help” I AM BEYOND FUCKING PISSEd who the hell are y’all to tell us what to do and what to like. wtf. i’ve been seeing so much shit and it’s like “ok, and??” mind ur own fucking business, block. no one needs to hear ur opinion about it lmao. they be acting like they’re content makes them a better person. what u condone irl and what u condone in fiction is very very different. anyways thanks for listening to my rant, i’m sure u get a lot of shit from random people about dc haha

it’s frustrating, but at the end of the day it’s better just to ignore it and keep enjoying the content you want to - that’s not hurting anybody. you’re never going to change their minds and they’re not interested in that - so long as the content is appropriately tagged it shouldn’t be an issue, but i get where the frustration comes into play

and honestly compared to a lot of dark content writers i think i get off pretty lightly with hate, thank god

#BD answers #ask #anon #BD love #fic q's

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I have a big feeling he is gonna open with golden (I can’t see him opening with something slower especially the Grammy’s but I could be wrong).I can just see it...the beginning of golden sets up for a big stage entrance I’m so exited.even if he doesn’t open with golden whatever he does is gonna be amazing. Anyways I hope you are having a great day so far.

YESSSSSSSS I CAN SEE IT TOOOOOOO

Anonymous said: harry losing the music video award made me so sad but if he had to lose im glad it was to blue ivy!!!!!!!!! 8 year old grammy winning legend!!!!! but seriously brown skin girl was such a beautiful and moving video

TRULYYYYY ICONIC TO LOSE TO THAT TBH

Anonymous said: BESTIE BOO SAVE YOUR POSTS UNTIL 6:30 THEN SO WE CAN SEE IF HE WALKS

JSBHGVDHFJBH IK I SHOULD IM GONNA HIT POST LIMIT SO FAST TONIGHT

Anonymous said: Harry's dream with me feels like a fever dream tbh (no pun intended)

IT REALLY DOES

Anonymous said: The fact that I'll not be able to watch the grammy's until tomorrow evening because of timezones (I'd have to stay up until ike 3am) and the fact that I have school irl tomorrow AND a french exam obviously just to pain me even more

NOOOOOOO

Anonymous said: Dua’s pandemic behavior really sucked and yeah her team or label looks very desperate it comes across as unappealing no one needs a thousand remixes and shit lol

trulyyyyyy

Anonymous said: I JUST WANNA SEE HIS OUTFIT(S) ALREADYYYYY

I CANT WAITTTTT

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ofhoneyblood · 4 years

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BRYCE ATLAS WINSLOW

pronouns: HE , HIM , HIS

age: THIRTY - EIGHT

species: HUMAN

nationality: IRISH , ITALIAN , AMERICAN

sexuality: PANSEXUAL / DEMIROMANTIC

sign: AQUARIUS SUN , LIBRA MOON , VIRGO RISING

occupation: OWNER & BOUNCER @ RED HOT PUSSY LIQUORS

+ traits: INVITING. FAIR. FUNNY. OPEN-MINDED. TOLERANT.

-- traits: GUARDED. DETACHED. DESPERATE. SELF-DESTRUCTIVE.

faceclaim: MILO VENTIMIGLIA

soundscapes: HERE

aesthetic: HERE

yo yo you yo , it’s lydia ( yes , that’s my real name ) here with my noble beast bryce winslow ! i have had bryce as a muse longer than any other and it’s been literal years since i’ve written him so i’m extremely excited. this is the first time he will be milo though and i’m super hype to get things going ! i have headcanon after headcanon for him , so hit me up if you want to do something bc i am ready to do some shit !! again , i’m lydia ( or nary , nettle , snottie , etc. ) and i love a good name change , twenty five years old , pansexual demigirl ( she / her & / or they / them ) residing in the central timezone.

this is THIRTY-EIGHT year old BRYCE WINSLOW , the OWNER OF & BOUNCER AT RED HOT PUSSY LIQUORS BURLESQUE AND BOOZE who uses HE / HIM pronouns. he grew up in DUBLIN , IRELAND but came to pleasance in JULY 2006 ON HAPPENSTANCE AND TO RUN AWAY FROM HIS PAST and now enjoys spending his time at FOR KEEPS AND RED HOT PUSSY LIQUORS. BRYCE is written by LYDIA.

PERSONALITY

element: air ruling planet: uranus — planet of originality body part: ankles good day: communicative , original , open-minded , fair , logical , inviting , tolerant , funny bad day: guarded , detached , self-destructive , out-of-touch , irrational , desperate , lonely favorite things: dancing , teaching , team sports , anything with a cause or mission , independent films , working out , baths , animals , preserving plant life / flowers , reading least favorite things: injustice , drama queens , feeling isolated , owing money or favors , having to choose just one thing , personal questions , gossip , cigarette smoke secret wish: to experience total freedom how to spot him: a cute smile lighting up a tired face , quirky movements , tired eyes , long legs , big hands , flannel , old beat up truck where you’ll find him: backpacking or hiking , protesting , coaching a team , revolutionizing the industry he works in , the gym , red hot pussy liquors , alone at home , working on a project , taking a walk by northwood lake keywords: friendliness , eccentricity , teamwork , humanitarianism , technology , groups , avant-garde

first thing to know about bryce winslow is that he’s a free-spirit that prizes individuality and plays well on a team. he has been known to do things his own way , moving on a path different from everyone else’s. some call him eccentric , others appreciate his cutting-edge originality and authentic style.

one of the many ways that the irishman is a paradox ? he’s highly individualistic , but also an amazing team player. he might look like the fresh-faced guy next door on the outside , but inside he marches to his own beat. naturally popular , as he’s vibrantly social and loves to be among people , telling jokes and introducing thought-provoking conversation topics.

people truly do make his world go round , and he can become friends with the most random strangers. can be a bit of an alien — a little “ out there ” in his approach to different things. not that he cares about offending anyone ! loves a good casual connection , bryce can disengage as quickly as he connects. in fact , platonic pals sometimes get better treatment than romantic partners.

while he can be a bit unsentimental on a one-on-one level , he can be moved to tears by the plight of animals , the environment or other social justice issues. yes , this big irishman is a bohemian at heart in some ways , but he also gets the job done. as a tenacious aquarius , he can be quite hardworking when he devotes himself to a goal.

a competitive ( and lesser-known ) type a streak can emerge when he really wants something. nothing turns him on like progress , especially in the name of his grander ideals ! playing hard to get REALLY works on him lol

philanthropic and objective , bryce is in a lot of ways innovative and avant-garde. from experimental electronic music to community-oriented living , there’s nothing that this man hasn’t or won’t explore. as someone who loves being a part of a good group or team , bringing people together is also one of his specialties.

intense bryce energy is cutting-edge , “ out there ” and even a little strange at times. a total nerd for all things futuristic , science fiction and wacky inventions. no topic is too cutting-edge with this irishman: extraterrestrials , stem cells , cloning , robots taking over the earth…yup , bryce will go there.

while he likes to influence rebellion and detaching from reality ( c’mon bryce , back to earth ! ) , he likes to help others see possibilities they wouldn’t otherwise. the essence of his true energy is: community-oriented , original , open-minded , fair , logical , humanitarian , connecting , and inviting.

the negative expression of bryce’s energy can be: guarded , detached , destructive , out-of-touch , irrational , and desperate. reluctant to express emotions — the irishman prefers rational reasoning and cool-headed logic to the messy tapestry of the human feelings.

one of his favorite authors is ayn rand , founder of the objectivist movement , and that’s pretty much all you need to know. objectivism has been a major influence on the libertarian movement , which has a real bryce flavor. it’s an organized system that also preserves individual freedom and limits government intervention. it’s very “ fringe ” and mainstream all at once , a fascinating paradox and something that really intrigues him.

playful gusts and a social butterfly whirlwind combines into a gale force of humanitarianism for all. bryce is a visionary , dreaming up quirky utopias and alternative realities that can shake up the status quo. emotional detachment , unpredictable energy and rebellion are major factors in the irishman’s personality. not going to lie , he can be “ type a “ and totally quirky all at the same time ??

a stabilizer — the one who sets up a solid goal or foundation then starts building. bryce can take the enthusiastic idea that someone else sparks and craft it into something real. he picks up the ball when another passes it , running the distance to the goal.

the trustworthy type who likes “ to-do ” lists and fancy titles. if a friend says , “ let’s go on vacation ! ” he’s already calling the travel agency , booking the tickets and hotel , and sending everyone a list of what to pack.

true believer in friendship and teamwork , so bryce tends to be more focused on a group than an individual. freedom is important to him , which is why he likes to keep things light on an interpersonal level. that way , he won’t feel bad about running off to the opposite corner of the world at a moment’s notice.

at times , this nomadic strategy backfires , leaving him lonely and disconnected. in truth , the irishman is uncomfortable with too much intimacy. this free spirit belongs to the world and feels off-balance giving his considerable energy to just one person.

while bryce’s friends get first-class treatment , family and lovers see a different side of him: moody , brooding , anxious and neurotic. he may pick one ( and only one ) person to open up to , getting attached to the point of obsession.

learning to accept and express his emotions would help him avoid the massive freak outs and anger flashes that come from pretending everything’s cool when it isn’t. bryce appreciates a quirky or eccentric twist , enjoying colorful characters and people with counter cultural personalities.

BIOGRAPHY

bryce atlas winslow was born into a very straight lace , play by the rules , catholic family. his father , matteo winslow , was an italian military man and his mother , deirdre winslow , was a cold irish homemaker. matteo was every bit the ‘ man of the family ’ and bryce grew up only answering to his father. deirdre would only every answer a question with ‘ ask yer da ’ or ‘ dija’ ask yer da ? ’

she was a mostly spineless , god fearing woman that was afraid of her own shadow and that’s what made her such a good puppet for matteo. bryce’s father was a stern , angry man that only grew angrier when drunk , no one dared put even a single toe out of line with him around.

( TW: implied child abuse ) with bryce being the first born and only son he was expected to be perfect , from a very young age he felt the pressures of that. it was like walking on eggshells , always afraid of making a mistake or displeasing his father. he did not have the fun , happy-go-lucky innocence a child should expect of their early years ; instead for bryce winslow there was not much more than discipline , hard work , and punishment.

for the most part , bryce succeeded at being the perfect son his father expected him to be — a robot more than an actual living boy. nothing more than a machine , a machine being bred for war.

it wasn’t until the beginning of his secondary school , when puberty and hormones began blossoming , that things became precarious. voice cracks , uneven patches of hair…. oh , and a sudden sexual desire for the same sex.

( TW: suicide ment. ) now , the winslows were catholic - extremely devout catholics - and bryce grew very self-loathing and afraid in this confusing time. he contemplated suicide , all because ‘ homosexuality was wrong ‘ and ‘ you go straight to hell ‘ if you engage in anything associated with it. it didn’t matter how good of a son you were , because ‘ man shall not lie with man. ‘ he kept it hidden for years , he also managed not to act on it until well into the last year of secondary school.

despite bryce’s fears and shame , when he was sixteen he fell in love for the first time. first loves can be explosive , dangerous even and this one was nothing short of just that. the boy kept his forbidden love a secret from everyone , his family and father above all others.

all good things must come to an end though or so they say , for the boys it came far sooner than later. matteo , bryce’s father , happened upon a note from the boy bryce was seeing , cian , and in said note was all sorts of information including a meeting spot. as you can imagine , matteo flew from the house in a drunken rage in search of his “ sinner “ of a son only to catch him red-handed.

( TW: assault , child abuse ) bryce managed to save cian from his father’s wrath , taking the brunt of the attack. cian watched as bryce was beaten , begging and screaming for the man to stop , that he was killing him. the drunken bigot was turning on the younger boy when bryce told him to leave and never come back , so that is what he did.

( TW: implied abuse ) to this day , he has never laid eyes on his young lover and that was probably for the best. after his father had tired himself out and satisfied his rage , he left his son there in the dirt and the beaten boy didn’t bother moving.

( TW: suicidal thoughts , conversion therapy ment. ) will to live depleted , too tired to go on , pain too much to endure — he just slept there until the next morning. he was awoken with a kick of dirt in the face , his father telling him that he was being sent to a ‘’ special ’’ facility where they would get rid of his ‘’ ailment. ’’

( TW: conversion therapy / facility ) time melded in the facility , but he estimated nearly a year of his life was wasted away in there. resistant and defiant for most of his time there , it wasn’t until his father visited him , the one and only time . that things changed.

( TW: suicide ment. , homophobia ) his father brought news that his mother had killed herself but this was a vicious lie , a last ditch effort to get bryce to change his ways and boy , did it work ! hardly a month later , the young man was discharged from the facility only to find his mother was indeed very much alive.

matteo up and moved his entire family to england after bryce got out of the facility. his father gave him nonsense about wanting to get away from the bad memories , starting over new , and ‘ lead not into temptation ‘ by sending him back to school with ‘ sinners ’ and ‘ sodomites. ‘

so , bryce finished out the remainder of his schooling in england and went straight into the forces as per his father’s wishes. sadly for him , he would never become what he so longed to be. he had just finished boot camp and life had just started to seem somewhat normal - if you can call anything the winslow’s had normal - when he lost it all.

( TW: eye injury ) the young man was honorably discharged after an accident that left him legally blind in one eye , when he returned home after his short stent in the defense forces there was no longer a place in the family for him. his father quite literally disowned him all for something he had no control over , a mere accident , but there was nothing more disappointing to matteo than a son that was ‘ kicked out ‘ of the forces.

( TW: gang ment. , human trafficking ) fast forward a year , bryce had found himself in a gang. this part of his background is the most unresolved seeing as it’s not part of his original backstory. long story short , he was involved with the gang until he was twenty three but it all became too much for him after his boss tried to involve him in human trafficking.

( TW: gang ment. , suicide , death ) when you join a gang you don’t usually do it thinking someday you might one day retire or quit said gang , but then as you get older you realize you’re not as tough as you thought. bryce was twenty-three when his mother finally really did ‘ commit suicide ‘ , the first time his father spoke to him since he returned home from the forces was only to blame him for her death.

( TW: death ment. , implied murder ) honestly , it was just the straw that broke the camels back. bryce wasn’t allowed at the funeral or anywhere near it , he’s almost certain his mother’s death wasn’t by her own hand or an accident but he’ll never truly know. after he was certain she was in the ground , bryce fled to america in the hopes of outrunning the gang and getting lost in the melting pot.

once in the land of opportunity , he got his hands on the cheapest ride he could find first and just started driving. it was well after his twenty-fourth birthday , right smack in the middle of a hot ass summer in ‘06 , that he found himself in pleasance of all places. he never had any intention at all to grow roots there , it simply happened.

other than that , the man busies himself with drying and preserving flowers , taking baths , working out , and playing with his dog. he parades around like this big , tough hard ass when in reality he’s quite the domestic goofball type.

ETC.

has a dog , it’s a beagle named shiloh literally

a big hobby of his is preserving flowers in his spare time , he keeps a small book of pressed flowers and plant life on him a lot of the time in the chance he comes across something he wants to preserve

can play guitar and doesn’t have a bad singing voice either

legally blind in one eye , but doesn’t wear his glasses often

has a younger sister that he does keep in contact with , but not very well ( WC ? )

a guilty pleasure of his is taking baths ; he enjoys adding bath salts , flowers , and other so-called ‘ feminine ‘ products like bath bombs , etc. to them and honestly takes one nearly every day

he was born and raised mostly in dublin , ireland and has a thick accent that only gets thicker when intoxicated or angry. he does use a lot of uncommon terminology to american’s ( yes , i own the feckin’ book of everything irish. . . it’s that serious ) but i’ll lyk in the tags what it means unless i forget

@phqextras

#DOSSIER.#phqintro #phqextras #am i doing this right ?#idk

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madisonrooney · 4 years

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hi it's your secret santa! first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! i hope you have a wonderful day! how are you celebrating, if you are at all? safely, i hope! either way i hope you manage to find a way to have a great day full of love!! consider my christmas gift a belated birthday gift as well lol. anyway i loved reading your last answer, it was so thoughtful and sweet. i realized after reading that i barely know anything about dove lol so follow up q: what about dove makes you love her so much?

sorry for the late response! the last couple days have been v busy and ive been super tired and dissociative on top of it so i made a point to save this bc i wanted to give it my full attention!

first of all thank you!! i was going to do a virtual meet and greet with one of my favs from jersey boys but he got confused about timezones so we rescheduled but were doing it next week! then i went to a virtual walt disney family museum panel, had pizza for dinner and watched some liv and maddie, my mom made a cookie cake that we ate while watching the grinch musical, and then some friends and i watched the jersey boys movie together over skype!

im so glad you enjoyed reading my last answer! and oof thats another loaded question (i love it tho)

- like i said when first talking about what drew me to her and liv and maddie, a big thing is just how much passion and love she puts into her characters. ofc she puts passion into every character she plays, but its the passion she puts into characters like liv, maddie, and mal that means the most to me. that goes back to the fact that ive dealt with a lot of negativity directed towards me for enjoying disney channel, and then you have dove out here saying “yah im a teenager/twenty-something who not only respects what theyre doing on disney channel, but puts my all into it” not to mention she even won an emmy for playing liv and maddie in season 4! i hope that passion and talent has started to change the conversation about disney channel, and tbh i think it has at least a bit. ofc, none of this is to say other people her age acting on disney channel arent talented and passionate, but idk, something about her has always stood out to me. i find her to be more animated and expressive than most. it can be hard for me to read emotions in live action movies and shows, so thats been really important for me. not to mention she was not only playing the lead but TWO lead characters on a four season show with distinct personalities but also subtle similarities. AND the main character in the biggest DCOM franchise in years for 5 years running now. PLUS the fact that there was a period where those were both happening at the same time. she was only 16 when she started all this and hadnt even had any big roles prior to it!! she had a lot of responsibility so it was amazing to see her not only pull it off, but excel at it.

- i just love like....her aesthetic?? shes always seemed to be a very old soul to me, into old jazz music and poetry and stuff like that. its just very charming. and for her to have that aesthetic on top of being a disney channel actress is a fascinating juxtaposition.

- this is kind of sappy and it gets tiring to hear it said over and over again but that doesnt mean it isnt true: i love how transparent she is about her struggles with mental health issues, trauma, and such. she has been for a long time but even more so over the last year or two. no shade to anyone else, but a lot of actors dont really give you a look into their personal lives, they just share and promote their product. im not saying theres anything wrong with that, its good to know what youre comfortable sharing, ive just felt all the more close to her with her being as open as she is, especially as someone who has gone through trauma myself, albeit different from hers.

- kind of connected to that, i love how important spreading kindness, positivity, and love is to her. thats another thing thats been said a million times but still, its very important to me.

for example. she’ll randomly tweet things like “i love you” a lot. im one to always think of the thought process that goes on behind whatever someone posts, texts, etc., bc personally i put a lot of a thought into pretty much anything i say or do before i put it out there publicly, probably bc of my social anxiety. even tho its a simple statement and takes her a couple seconds to post, she still had to have the thought “i want to remind my fans that theyre loved” or something along those lines. and she has this thought FREQUENTLY. to just randomly get a notification every few days or weeks or so of her saying something like that is just very heartwarming to me.

the reason i connected with miley so much when she helped me through my initial trauma was bc it felt like even if no one loved me, she loves her fans, thus she loves me. thus the person i love and admire the most loves me. even if its only one person, it can be enough. it was for me at the time. i feel that same way with dove. when she came into my life, i didn’t feel as unloved, but her love was still helpful to me.

- of course i need to specifically talk about her kindness in person too. dont get me wrong (ive been saying that a lot havent i lol), i totally and completely loved her long before i met her, but naturally, i love her 10x more after the experiences ive had getting to know her in person.

i could go ONNNNNNN about the experiences ive had with her, and i have lol, and if you already heard me ramble about this in the server i apologize, but the most important thing ive taken away from every encounter ive had with her is this: she always goes the extra mile. she always goes out of her way to make people feel special. what i mean by that is she could say/do HALF as much as she has when meeting me and i would still leave over the moon feeling loved. you can tell she does this in excess bc she really truly means it and cares about people like me, she doesnt have any kind of ulterior motive and isnt just going through the motions doing whats asked of her, she simply cares about me and the rest of her fans. some examples - the first time we met, i was sobbing (lol) and she hugged me for a really long time, rocking me back and forth, brushing my hair with her thumb, calling me sweetheart and honey. she even started to tear up a bit herself. - a couple months later, i went to my first liv and maddie taping. i was preparing to reintroduce myself (i looked a little different bc id been cosplaying as maddie the first time i met her) and ofc when preparing myself, i fantasized pretty heavily as i usually do and pictured myself showing her the pic of us on my phone, her gasping, jumping out of her chair screaming, and hugging me, thinking that was probably way more than i was gonna get. that is EXACTLY what happened. then she went on to tell me how my costume made her whole weekend. things like this would continue to happen where i would set the bar impossibly high and not only would she meet it but she’d exceed it. - our usual interaction from there on would start with her face lighting up when she saw me, her calling me some kind of cute name like love or baby, and then hugging me without me even having to initiate it. - when i saw her in mamma mia, i didnt know when id be seeing her again afterwards after pretty consistently getting to see her for 2 years, so i wanted to make sure we got some kind of closure. at the stage door, i reminded her how much she meant to me and just expected like an “aww i love you too” or something back, but she said “you are an angel in my life” and i will never forget that. obvs, i havent told her ALL the details about what she and her characters mean to me but like...she can tell. she can tell if im in a homemade maddie costume sobbing into her arms that theres something there, and shes VERY appreciative of that. - i thankfully got to see her at a meet and greet a few months later and every time i thought i should get going cuz i didnt want to hold the line up, she would just open her arms for another hug. speaking of being appreciative, she even said “thank you for being such a supportive fan.” as i left, i turned around to say one last goodbye. i made sure she wasnt with the next fan yet and yelled out “bye!” and she yelled back “I LOVE YOU!!” and blew me a kiss. again, its the little things. - i saw her at a small panel in new york a few months after that. she walked in the room when the lights were down as they were playing a clip, she quietly waved hi to everyone, then saw me and loudly whispered HI BABY!!! and stopped on her way to the stage to give me a hug. (then she looked at me from the stage and asked which way i thought she should cross her legs for the interview lol) - sometimes when she sees im next in line, shell give me a knowing smile or whisper “hi baby!!” or something like that. she saw me in the crowd after clueless and seemed to make a point to come to me last bc she knew wed be talking for a while, which we did. she even told me she’d seen me in the audience, asking if i was in the front on the left, which i was.

even all that is still just scratching the surface. weve “known” each other for 5 years now and every time i think she’s done the most she can do, she outdoes herself again. not to mention when im at these events, i see her treat all the fans she meets with all of that kindness too. naturally all of this has made me love her all the more.

- finally, lets just be honest here..........................shes REALLY fucking hot.

#gcwca secret santa #Anonymous

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Just Sora Things, Pt. 1/???

It’s been a while since I’ve made a headcanon post, and I’m in a Sora-appreciating mood, so I’m gonna write down some ideas I have about my favorite sunshine dorkupine!

Gets chilly SUPER easily. And his hands are almost ALWAYS super cold.

Yes he is absolutely That Person who likes to touch people with his icicle hands in “FEEL HOW COLD MY HANDS ARE LOL” fashion.

When he’s sharing a blanket on the couch with Riku and/or Kairi he will absolutely slide his feet under them to warm them up.

It drives them NUTS.

Conversely this boy hardly ever feels too hot. Even when everyone around him is melting, he is fine.

Was on the blitzball team at school before the Heartless invaded Destiny Islands. Not exactly a star player like Tidus or Wakka, but decent enough that he wasn’t usually warming the bench.

Yes this means he can hold his breath for almost five minutes at a time.

Scared of sharks thanks to a certain horror movie he watched when he was WAY TOO YOUNG.

(It scared Riku too but of course you’d never hear him admit that.)

Was STILL willing to face his fears in order to sail out to a new world on a raft with Riku and Kairi awww my brave li’l adventure boy

WHEN THE SHARK ATTACKS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN ATLANTICA HE STARTS CRYING

FUCK YOU SHARK

He doesn’t exactly overcome his fear but he does learn how to kick his fear’s ass

Kind of a picky eater...

Kind of has to get over it when he’s stuck traveling world to world and doesn’t have much say in what he gets to eat

Still refuses to eat broccoli though

Becomes a vegetarian upon meeting Donald and Goofy

Tbh the other human characters do, too

He literally never skateboarded before KH2. He finds one on the street and hops on, expecting to lose his balance and generally eat shit... but he doesn’t. He knows exactly what he’s doing, how to make sharp turns, how to do TRICKS.

“I’m a profigy,” he says with a puffed-out chest.

“PRODIGY!” Donald snaps.

“Glad you agree!”

Ansem the Wise inadvertently programmed Sora through Roxas to be a sick skater is my point.

Sora calling Ienzo, who’s in Radiant Garden: “Tell Tron I say hi.”

Sora texting Ienzo, who’s in Radiant Garden: “Tell Leon I say hi.”

Sora leaving a voicemail for Ienzo, who’s in Radiant Garden: “Tell Yuffie I say

Merlin finally realizes that Pooh’s storybook is more than just an artifact for the people of Radiant Garden to look at and do nothing with at all and GIVES IT TO SORA TO KEEP

He obviously treasures it and visits Pooh regularly

I honestly don’t think it makes much sense for Sora to pilot the Gummi ship hahaha. At least not to the extent that he does.

Donald is the ace pilot and does all of the flying in KH1 because he understands that letting a 14-year-old drive a spaceship is fucking stupid

Please imagine Donald strapped into the passenger seat next to 16-year-old Sora giving him his first flying lessons.

“Okay, so first you have to gently ease the throttle-- gently ease it-- GENTLY EASE IT”

Homeschooling in Space with Jiminy Cricket and Goofy Goof

Jiminy teaches Sora how to write in cursive

Goofy teaches Sora PRACTICAL USES FOR MATH

Namely how to calculate sales tax and tips on the fly

He also tells Sora about Yen Sid, the King, and as much as he remembers about Aqua and Ventus as he can.

The worlds obviously do not exist in universal timezones, so please imagine Sora texting Riku in the middle of the day in Corona while Riku’s trying to sleep in the Mysterious Tower at 3AM

Jiminy ends up helping Sora use the Gummiphone to set up clocks for all of the worlds they visit so he knows what time it is everywhere.

That way he doesn’t text Kairi a picture of a cute cat he found at 2:37AM Destiny Islands time while he’s waiting to watch the sun set in Twilight Town

But also that way he can tell her and Riku goodnight when he knows it’s getting late for them

Some Sadness/Angst Under the Cut

Has trouble falling asleep when Riku and Kairi are out on missions because he’s worried knowing that they’re facing danger out there

The three of them have a group chat where they check in when they’re about to go to sleep in their respective mission worlds.

Sora, 7:37pm Monstropolis Time: ok?

Riku, 9:59pm Radiant Garden Time: ok

Kairi, 8:00pm Mysterious Tower Time: ok <3

Kairi doesn’t check in one day and Sora can barely contain himself.

He calls Yen Sid. Yen Sid hasn’t seen her.

Riku and the King haven’t seen her.

Lea answers the phone on the first ring and reluctantly admits that Kairi got hurt pretty badly when they ran into some assassin Nobodies by the old mansion in Twilight Town and her phone was broken in the struggle

He sends a selfie of Kairi pouting with both arms in casts because neither of them are good with healing magic and have to wait for Merlin to send them to Yen Sid to be healed

Sora playfully scolds her to be careful. Hangs up. And then bawls his eyes out. HE WAS SO WORRIED.

HE HATES THAT HIS FRIENDS ARE IN CONSTANT DANGER AND GETTING HURT IT MAKES HIM NAUSEATED

Speaking of healing...

A cure spell seals a wound but it doesn’t erase the scars.

Sora tries to hide particularly bad ones from Riku and Kairi with varying degrees of success

(They do the same thing ugh these kids)

When someone breaks a bone, the bone has to be SET first

Otherwise Goofy’s arm will heal with his elbow pointing the wrong way you feel

Everyone who’s had to have broken bones magically cured occasionally gets achy joints-- the ghosts of injuries experienced briefly but never endured

Donald is like a seasoned field medic and does not get grossed out by blood or limbs that are sticking out at angles they have absolutely no right to be sticking out at

Donald: Sora, hold still. Sora, stop crying. SORA YOU’RE NOT EVEN HURT JUST BACK UP SO I CAN HEAL GOOFY

Roxas occasionally makes Sora snap at Riku and??? He has no idea where it comes from???

Riku does. But it still hurts when he tries to warn Sora to be careful, only for Sora to snarl an implication that maybe the Heartless aren’t the only thing he should watch his back around.

Being the butt of the joke over and over again does chip away at Sora’s self-esteem, tbh...

#destiny rambles #text #destiny headcanons #sora #kingdom hearts #long post #i'll probably do more #especially once i start posting kh3 spoilers on here...

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homenum-revelio-hq · 4 years

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Welcome (again) to the Order of the Phoenix, Kat!

You have been accepted for the role of ISLA SELWYN-MACMILLAN! We really enjoyed reading the motivations behind Isla’s decisions to join the Order and stay in the Order. We like that she’d been questioning her place until the recent capture which, instead of pushing her away, ended up pulling her more in! We’re looking forward to having her on the dash!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: tis I kat

AGE: 25

TIMEZONE: est

ACTIVITY LEVEL: what are activity levels? It is here and there but I love yall and I am here for the long haul ya feel?

ANYTHING ELSE: I have experience writing overly sad things too late at night does that help my qualifications?

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Isla Slewyn-Macmillan

AGE: 25

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: cisfemale, she/her, asexual Isla has never felt the need for a sexual relationship. She feels some attraction at times but the thought of having a romantic partner at any point in time has never appealed to her.

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Gryffindor

ANY CHANGES: nope

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

Isla has never been weak. Never the type to be a wilting flower and yet she has had to play at it for most of her life. Her family always having been indulgent with her she was allowed the freedom to rebel as long as she toed the line that was so clearly set before her. She would rail against any kind of limitation given to her and yet she has always known her place. She has always worked her charms to get what she desired and when the reins were held too tightly a pretty smile or whispered word would loosen them once more. At least it lasted that way through her childhood. Lasted through her schooling. Through her short lived career as a beater. Limitation cannot be escaped forever though and the insistence of her parents to settle down. To take up the responsibilities that were hers by birth right had her wilting herself just a touch once more.

Isla is known for her fiery spirit to those closest to her. Though her inner circle is small and those she places her trust in even smaller. On the outside to the world at large she Is a quiet proper young woman. Her fire shows through at times but it is tempered and she is the picture of what she was raised to be. She moves with grace through the elite in society. It is her natural birthright to do so and so she has no fears when attending a party. Whispered confidence wraps around her and she is prepared for all things that may be thrown at her.

Headstrong and vibrant she’s always been a leader. She has never known how to follow anyone else and perhaps that is part of the reason she harbors doubts about the order. She watches in dismay as the leadership seems to drive them more and more off course and she can’t help but wonder if she had more of a voice if it would be different. The inexperience keeps her quiet. Holds her tongue. She watches. Listens. Observes. Gains knowledge that she can pull out at a moments notice later.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

The golden child. Isla could do no wrong in the eyes of her family. They were well respected and it offered them more room to do as they wished. Isla grew up with that freedom. With the assurance that while others in her circle were nothing but a disappointment to their parents she was the only thing her family wished for. She grew with many cousins. All of them constantly at her home and she would play with them often. They would spend hours just running through the gardens and causing as much trouble as they could.

She was a happy child. A happy child all throughout her life. Even when she was sent off to school her parents would dote on her. They would encourage her in her odd endeavors. They would make special trips to attend the quidditch games that she insisted she loved more than anything. Her grades were kept up and the rebelling that she did in school was of little concern for a family such as hers.

They were the elite. The highest of the high or at least high enough that some odd quirks from the daughter wouldn’t be looked at too closely. She was raised knowing she was better. Knowing that those with blood not as pure as hers were of little value. Though she had never been raised to be cruel she did know the look of indifference. The refusal of regarding one who could not possibly hope to meet her level.

After graduating she rebelled still. Not wishing to settle down she decided to play Quidditch instead. She would do as she wished for after all she was the only daughter of one of the most powerful families. She played for several years happiness found in her victory on the field. When her star was starting to rise to a higher point though her parents put a stop to it. They could no longer allow her to act as she wished. It was time to take her rightful place in the world. It was time to marry.

Enter her closest friend Archie. The only one she could see spending so much of her life with though she knew she would never love him as a wife was to love her husband. It was with relief that she heard his confession. Marriage with him has been as much bliss as she could ever hope to find in such an arrangement and it has satisfied her family for now.

OCCUPATION:

Housewife though the very thought irks her beyond imagining. She regrets that she no longer has her promising career but appearances must be kept regardless of if she has joined the order or not she must appear the perfect pureblood girl.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

The thought of being part of something that is not supposed to be is a draw more than a deterrent for Isla. She has spent her whole life rebelling against the rules laid against her. Up to a point anyhow. The order represents something that she believes. At least it always used to. With each failure there’s a part of her that wonders if they made the wrong choice with joining. Her recent kidnapping though it was brief has left a foul taste in her mouth though. She knows they are on the right side. It has strengthened her resolve to make this work. That this is the way to keep the old ways from coming back. The old ways that she cannot stand to live in once more. The people in the order are good though she still sees the distrust in the eyes of some of those who surround her. She knows that her name is what they whisper about. So prominent a name in the order. The same ticket that would normally save her from any suspicion with her peers put her into suspicion with those she chose to work with.

Isla hopes that the order can be more successful in the future. The longer she resides in the order the more that she learns that she cannot turn back. This is her life now. This is her future. The fate of the order is to be her fate and most of her would have it no other way. She’s always been a fighter and she isn’t prepared to stop now.

SURVIVAL:

Until recently Isla has moved among the two worlds with ease. Never having been suspected to be anything connected with the order and certainly not part of the death eaters she had lived her life in relative peace. Though the recent capture of her and her husband has her worried that the death eaters will start to look upon them with suspicion and she wonders if they should be preparing for more questioning.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Isla first and foremost is loyal to Archie. Though she is the one in their duo always forging ahead and making the decisions his words are the ones she cares for most. She adores him more than anything and he is her ride or die. She wishes happiness for him but she fears that the romantic in him is going to land him into a world a hurt.

Isla adores Ryalnd more than she can even say. She has developed a sisterly relationship with him and she wants nothing more than to help him through the hard time that he has been having since returning to the fold. She fears that he won’t ever be able to fully move past it. She believes him to be one of the kindest people she has ever met.

She finds Andromeda to be a fascination. The woman was always a warning to her and the girls her age. The whispers of never doing what the woman has done were always present but Isla wants to get to know her more. She wants to learn the mind of woman.

The order overall is where her loyalty lies and she has proved it more than once. She still feels some friction with those in the inner circle but finds that she is able to move among those in mid and lower level positions with more ease. Perhaps even able to drop her guard just a touch around them.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: IslaxIsla? Idk lol I don’t see her as a ship character at all but if the chemistry is right she’s not opposed to falling in love.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

Isla is well aware that she has lived a privileged life. She has known it her entire life and yet it was only when she joined the order that it was shown to her just how much has been handed to her. How much is still handed to her. She expects things to be given to her with ease. It has been that way all her life and she has never thought that it would change. She looks down upon those who are not pureblood because that is the way that she was raised. She is aware that the order fights for those who are the very ones she looks down on but she cannot help it. Joining the order was in part a selfish cause and she cannot drop everything that has been pushed into her since she could remember. Though she tries more now to be understanding. To now be quite so cold to those who surround her. After all most of her companions now are people she would never have dreamed of speaking to. She finds that she still tends to treat some of them life servants in a way. Ordering them about before catching herself and offering one of her signature smiles that would naturally wash her sins away. Isla is a hypocrite through and through. Once her outer shell is cracked and someone has wormed their way into her heart. Into her graces they can be anything they wish. Muggle born. Half blood somehow her affection for them covers those flaws that she would hold against anyone else.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? I love you guys so much I cannot control the need to pick up another character. I am looking forward to everything.

PLOT DROP IDEAS: I don’t know you guys. Yall were not very nice with the most recent happenings on the dash. <.<

ANYTHING ELSE? I love you guys so much I cry.

#harry potter rp #marauders era rp #marauders rp #harry potter rpg #hp rp #homenumaccepted

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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Do you own an oversized sweater? Yeah. It belongs to Gabie, but I think it’s also two sizes larger than her so it’s just a really big sweater in general. Do you like to wear sweaters with leggings? I haven’t gone out with that look since high school. Describe your favorite mug. I only have one mug and I’ve described it so many times on these surveys, so suffice it to say the mug changes colors when the drink inside is hot haha. What is your favorite fall drink? We don’t have fall but because Filipinos wanna be Americans so bad and hop on their trends, a lot of coffee shops here also sell pumpkin spice drinks and other fall-esque flavors during October or November. Have you ever worn your hair in a fishtail braid? Yes, it’s how I wore my hair during my high school graduation. My paternal grandma also styles my hair in it whenever I come to visit my dad’s side in the province.

What is your favorite season? Wet season. I enjoy the rain and class suspensions were always something to look forward to at least while I was still in school. Do you ever imagine that you are living in the Victorian era? Not really, because I think it’s mostly unsanitary lol. I just imagine how life was for other people back then, as I do with other historical periods. What color is your favorite sweater? Grey. Do you live in a small, cozy apartment? Change it to small cozy house and you’ve got it right. Does your house have a fireplace? There is no chance any house in this entire country (and probably continent) will need a fireplace. It’s honestly a very foreign concept to me and I know I’d be excited as fuck if I got to see a real working fireplace hahaha. I only ever see them in movies D: Does your dream house have a fireplace? If I end up migrating somewhere where fireplaces are common, I’d love to have one. Whether I end up using it or not I wouldn’t know, because I’m scared of fire and don’t even know how to start one. What color are your nails painted? They’re never painted. Do you like curly or straight hair better? On me? Wavy’s always been my pick. Curly doesn’t look natural on me and straight hair just makes quite a bad clash with the shape of my face. What color is your favorite scarf? I don’t need scarves here either so I don’t own any. I do have a couple of shawls; they’re the closest cousin to scarves that I have. Does your room reflect your personality? It has stuff I like in it, obviously because it’s my room; but I’d change so much of it if I was only allowed to. I’d give the walls color, move my bed to the wall, change my lights to something more sophisticating-looking, etc. My mom’s always kept a tight leash as to how my room is supposed to look like for the last 12 years, so I’m just waiting till I’m able to afford my own place for me to finally go crazy with my own space. Are you living your dreams? Some aspects of it. I’m not living my entire ideal life, though.

If not, are you pursuing your dreams? Yes.

Do you own a shirt that says "Never give up"? Noooooooo hahaha.

What are you known for? That’s a very bold and broad question haha, I’m not quite sure. I suppose people know me in different ways – as the foodie, the writer, the proofreader, the girl who likes Paramore, my coursemates would tell you that while I’m taking up journalism, I’ve hated it since freshman year, other friends would tell you I have a low tolerance for alcohol...it depends on what side/s they’ve seen of me. I’m never just the one kind of person to everyone.

What do you want to be known for? Overall I just wanna be known as a nice person? Like someone who’s been able to help someone in one way or another, whether it’s simply giving them a ride home or pulling them out of a bad place altogether.

Do you get hyper from sitting still for too long? No, my back just gets sore lol.

What makes you focus? Being in a coffee shop, having a laptop in front of me, and seeing a complete set of highlighters are a few of them.

Do you have any friends in real life, or are all your friends online? Most of my friends are from real life. It used to be the complete opposite when I was in high school when I had my own circle of online friends, but we eventually grew apart after we started having different interests and our favorite wrestlers started retiring one by one, until there was nothing to look forward to anymore. Plus it was difficult to keep up with the timezones – I was the only one from Asia so I was the one who had to do all the adjusting. It’s a lot easier to keep in touch with Filipino online friends and most of them are still on my socials today.

Do you have anyone who respects you in real life? I feel like this is a question for other people to answer.

What's the biggest mistake you've ever made? Letting my depression eat me alive in my first year of college. It’s not a mistake per se, but I still hate that it happened.

Do you live in the moment? Yes. I have my grudges from the past but I don’t let them consume me; and as for the future, I do mull over it but I make it a point not to stress about it.

Do you want to have kids? For sure. I want to address everything my mom did wrong and make sure I get them right, and end up having a great relationship with my kid/s.

Do you known anyone trustworthy in real life? Of course I do lol.

Which cartoon character looks the most like you? Right now, probably Daria.

Who is your favorite fictional character? From my favorite shows: Monica Geller, Amy Santiago, Mr. Peanutbutter, Gus Fring.

Do you like to read novels? As a kid.

What is your favorite thing about November? It starts to get a lot colder.

Is your life characterized by taking risks? I’ve taken some risks but my life’s not all about doing just that. I still like being careful.

Is today a warm and cozy day? No, it’s been a cloudy and humid day. All day the sky had looked like it was going to pour down so much rain but it never happened.

Do you like where you live? It’s okay. It’s quiet, peaceful, and secure and that’s never something to complain about. But at the same time I can’t wait to live in the hectic, noisy city. It’s about time I get a change of scenery.

Are people good to you there? I suppose when it comes down to it, yeah. I’ve never had to talk to them but considering we’re a little community here, there’s a quiet expectation that we’d look out for one another when the need arises.

Would you ever paint an acorn? Idk if we have acorns here, and the activity doesn’t really interest me.

What was the last book you read that you didn't want to put down? AJ Lee’s memoir.

Is Anne of Green Gables one of your favorite books? I’ve never read it.

Do you think red hair is beautiful? Sure.

What would you name your son? Something Spanish/Italian in origin. Think Miguel, Matteo, Lucca, Iñigo, etc.

What would you name your daughter? Olivia.

Do you own a Vera Bradley purse? I don’t think so.

Would you describe your style as eclectic? It’s the furthest from eclectic.

#survey #surveys

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poetic-beats · 5 years

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You'll be ok. If you feel your not, You can talk to me. Take care of yourself.

Thank you so much <3 I am just overwhelmed by everything right now. Like my partner having no job by January. My mental health. My physical health like this year so far I’ve been told I have CNS dysfunction and FGID. I am being tested for Celiac. Oh and they found cysts on my ovaries then they tested and said it wasn’t what it could’ve been and now because of issues I’ve had my female GP who handles my contraception which is due up in January wants me to have another uhh thing to check the cysts and have another blood test because turns out I could actually have it..and it could affect my chances to have children naturally - I know what it was like for my mum she has the same condition and so if i have it I’m scared even though things are different now they know more and have better options its still like D: It is like seriously though I’ve got two new things wrong with me although they havent yet like found the cause of the CNS dysfunction all the specialist could say is I hit some markers for Fibromyalgia but not enough but in her medical professional opinion I do have some form of CNS dysfunction but just not likely fibromyalgia my mum took me to see this specialist first purely because she has Fibro herself so she thought well lets start with an appointment with a rheumatologist who would like be able to check for fibro and a few other condtions. So I kinda need to like now see I think the next step is a neuropsychologist but like I’ve been so stressed and ill right now trying to fight for my mental health treatment/therapy so I’ve not been like exactly thinking about making appointments for the CNS stuff. But it is impacting me it makes me get involuntary like twitches/jerks it feels like a jolt like a little electric jolt i guess down my body but not painful as such but it just makes my body go like suddenly my arms jerked to the left or Ive thrown the food in my hand across the room because my arm/wrist/hand w/e has suddenly twitched or w/e but sometimes i get the like electric like w/e feeling its hard to explain it like across my whole body from my head to my toes and at that point it can lead to me just sort of on and off twitching a bit more like less aggressively but more often in a space of time i usually end up sleeping it off so idk really I pretty much just always pass out asleep when I get that kind of feeling. And like I wanna do stuff to like help ease his worries about money and the burden on him to support us financially and support me emotionally. But I’m not fit to work like not even a minor part time job really because I’d be so unreliable with the way my body is. I am also affected by sensory issues and other things so it’s just not I couldnt realistically right now engage in work for someone. So I am trying to do like online things but I don’t...I...just I am getting kinda overwhelmed by that too. Cos I dont know where to start what to do. Like I do but I dont you know? I mean...idk...Ive sold 3 pairs of sloth socks which was cool in the past like 2 weeks or is it 3 now since like i started like really seriously uploading to redbubble like before that I kept like uploading then removing my designs trying out different sites and so on I was trying to figure it out but I do now have it kinda figured out so that’s something. But now its like I’ve gotta get people to my freakin’ redbubble and its hard cos how an earth do i drive people to check out my store from the millions of others on the site. But also like I dont wanna like.. Idk I feel like and even though I have explained my situation on here I still kinda feel like I try to do it in a like not serious asking for help way in that i dont want it to come off as idk like I dont wanna be that person where its like i dont wanna be coming off as oh please help me feel sympathy towards me and feel sorry for me or pity me bs. I dont wanna be like appearing to be all I’m in desperate need pls help signal boost or buy to support me. Cos I’m not you know I have my parents to help we’ll be moving back in hopefully before xmas where I won’t have to pay rent. For me this is more about you know when my parents aren’t there I need to have an income for me and my partner hes disabled too...so full time jobs for the both of us is not likely especially if his EDS (edlher danlos syndrome) gets worse ya know? So I suppose my worries arent like of imminent threat of anything but more like in the future we’ll be fucked if i cant set down the foundations now for the potential for a long term income from various online strategies. But just even thinking about the future and that far ahead fucking terrifies me. Not only because of all this but because I never really thought about the future I didnt see one for myself as far as I was concerned I’d be dead or I’d be just...idk I couldnt even imagine a future or if I thought I’d make it I wouldnt really care you know because I didnt have like that light in me to want to live so it wasnt like I wanted to survive and thrive and i couldnt see a ‘happy ending’ for myself and now i can and I want to make that come true but of course its a bit hard to envisage a nice happy future with Kade when literally everything depends on having money to eat and have a roof over our heads etc and its just..UGH

I feel like trash too because I feel like my worth is valued by my output/labour and at the moment my output isn’t really bringing in cash right now so my output wouldnt exactly be deemed as ‘good’ idk its just weird its not like an I feel worthless thing like depression low self esteeem shit its more just a sort of social cultural consensus/belief that is ingrained that we are not really worth anything unless we’re contributing to society i.e working , paying taxes and buying things to reinvest in our economy etc etc..everything is about how much a human is worth in value of £ssss to big corporations and governments and rich people and idk its just like...they do have a point you know i cant just sit around and not do anything to contribute..because..then i feel like you know im not ‘sick enough’ to warrant that so im just in this limbo i guess completely self enforced by my mind which just makes it all the stupider but it is what it is. Venting this out has helped clear my mind some cos i mean at least its now out there in this void than just bouncing around my brain. Its why i write poetry too I guess idk why I just feel a release less tension SOMETIMES not all the time but sometimes it can help ease even if only slightly the chaos of my mind to just get it out there whether by chatting in person or writing it out like this just having it out there venting to someone or on a blog where people will read knowing like its not isolated within you still its relieving sometimes. So thanks for messaging me! I hope you are having a good day so far! Idk timezones or where u r so it could be early there for you maybe your day is just starting..who knows! Its 2:37pm where I am right now though so I need to work or try to...(yet again me feeling if i dont work constantly I be like failing at life) lol

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do-your-socks-have-holes-in-them · 5 years

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Winter Weather

@sanderssidescelebrations (as long as it’s still the 12th in some timezones I’m not too late lol)

Prompt #11: Snowed in

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death/murder

Pairings: Prinxiety (more pre-romantic than anything)

Word Count: 2600

Summary: Of course it would be each other Roman and Virgil get stuck with when a snowstorm traps them in the cabin their friend group is supposed to be sharing and knocks the power out.

(Me? Posting two fics in one night? It’s more likely than you think.)

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Virgil was fiddling with the radio, trying to find a station that would actually come in and wasn’t country, when the first good song he’d managed to catch in over an hour was cut off by the grating, one might even say panic-inducing tones of an emergency alert. He startled and hit his head on the window, swearing loudly.

“A winter weather message from the National Weather Service…”

He exchanged a wide-eyed look with Roman, who really should not have been looking at anything other than where he was driving, as the voice informed them of an incoming snowstorm and the need to get off the road and indoors before it hit.

“It’s fine, we’re almost there,” Roman said more confidently than he felt. “We can make it.”

Virgil weighed his chances of winning that argument, and decided it wasn’t worth the risk of distracting the driver. “Whatever,” he sighed. “I just want it to be known that if we go off the road into a ditch and die of hypothermia trapped in this car, it was your fault.”

They did make it, if barely. Roman pulled up to the cabin their group of four would be sharing for the next couple weeks right as the snowfall started getting heavy. “You’re carrying my stuff inside,” Virgil announced, “as compensation for all the stress you just put me through.” Roman was doubly annoyed by this because now he couldn’t volunteer to do so and come out of it looking like a gentleman. While he struggled with their combined belongings, Virgil unlocked the front door and went in to look around.

It was a very nice place, even if the interior decoration wasn’t exactly what he would have chosen. The living room definitely had a big enough couch for all of them, and then some, and there was a TV mounted over the fireplace that would be perfect for the Christmas movie marathon Roman and Patton had been so excited about. The pantry was already stocked with canned foods and pasta and such. Virgil wasn’t too happy about the gas stove, especially in combination with Patton, but maybe he could be convinced to let someone less forgetful and accident-prone do the cooking.

There was a bit of a problem when it came to the bedrooms: there were only two, and only one of those had two twin-size beds instead of a single large one. The couch folded out into a bed as well, so it wasn’t really an issue, but Virgil could already see himself and Patton fighting over the pullout because neither of them wanted the other to have to deal with it. That was going to be a headache for sure.

After he’d seen the entire house, he wandered back into the living room and sat down to check his phone. There was no cell service out here, because of course, but he’d apparently missed a call from Logan while they had been in the car. He tapped the notification to listen to the voicemail he’d left. Roman, coming through the door with the last of their stuff, watched his expression go from neutral to concerned to “kill me now” in the course of about ten seconds.

“Uh… you alright there?” He dumped the things he was holding on the ground with everything else and kicked the door shut.

Virgil set his phone down and groaned, looking up at the ceiling. “Yeah totally, except that we- by which I mean you- were the only ones stupid enough to keep driving once the snow started, while Logan was a sensible person and stopped somewhere to wait it out, and now they’re not gonna get here until the roads are clear again and I’m stuck with you for however long.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with me?” Roman protested.

“Do you want an alphabetized list?”

“…You’ve been talking to Logan too much.”

“Just wait, soon I’m gonna start pulling out the five-syllable words you’ve never heard of, but are probably insulting.”

“Lovely. My services end here, so get off the couch and put your bags away.”

Virgil grunted as one of said bags was dropped on top of him when he took too long to move. “Alright, alright.”

Neither of them had exactly packed light for this trip. By the time all their things were put away- Roman, of course, immediately calling dibs on the master bedroom, while Virgil decided he might as well take the other until the rest of their group made it there- it was beginning to get dark outside, and the snow coming down thickly enough to make it hard to see wasn’t helping. It really would have been nice if there’d been a garage; Roman’s car was going to be buried at this rate. Naturally, now was the perfect time for the lights to flicker once, twice, and finally go out for good. As annoyed as he was himself, Roman had to laugh when he heard a faint “Are you fucking kidding me?” from down the hall.

“Well, so much for using the TV tonight,” he mumbled to himself. He went to leave the room and nearly crashed into Virgil, who’d come bearing flashlights.

“And you told me I wouldn’t need these,” he said smugly.

“I still don’t think you needed to bring six.”

“Yeah, well, whatever. You didn’t bring one at all.”

“Because I knew you had six of them!” Roman sighed and followed him into the kitchen. “I’m surprised you even need a flashlight. With the way you keep your room, you should be used to seeing in the dark.”

“Oh, shut up.” Virgil was much too tired and frustrated for good comebacks right now. The drive here had been long and stressful, they hadn’t had time to stop for dinner with the storm coming, and now the stupid power was out and who knew when it would return. “There are matches somewhere, right?”

The matches were located eventually, and Roman handed them to Virgil with a flourish. Virgil used them to light a few candles and then the stove burner, grumbling the whole time about how stupid it would be if he burned the whole cabin down before the other two even got there. Meanwhile, Roman looked through the pantry and what little there was in the fridge.

“Grilled cheese?” he suggested, holding up half a package of cheese slices. “I mean, we need to use this up in case the power doesn’t come back, right?”

“Ugh, don’t even say that. But yeah, sure, I don’t care.” He leaned against the cabinets and slid down to the floor.

“…I take it you want me to do the cooking?”

Virgil hummed in agreement. A second later, he remembered the gas stove, and also remembered exactly what had happened last time Roman used one. “Wait- no, nope, I’m doing it, move.”

Grilled cheese was not difficult to make. Unfortunately, Roman seemed determined to change that. “I still think we should have something else to put in it,” he mused. “Bacon or something.”

“Then it wouldn’t even be grilled cheese, that’s called a melt. And get your hand away from that candle,” Virgil snapped.

Ironically enough, Roman’s guilty start almost made him burn himself. “It’s cold!” he defended. “Though I can see how you might not have noticed, what with the icy void where your heart should be. If you don’t want me bothering you I’ll go start a fire, or am I not allowed to do that either?”

Virgil was briefly glad it was dark so Roman wouldn’t see him flinch. He hadn’t meant to start something, but it looked like it was too late to go back. “Go ahead. Bold of you to assume I care what you do as long as it’s not breaking anything.” What a blatant lie- of course he cared about him, maybe too much. He watched Roman leave to the living room in a huff and tried not to feel guilty. He’d been being obnoxious, so his reaction was totally fair, right? Besides, Roman knew he didn’t actually hate him or anything. With his overblown confidence, he’d probably just taken it as a joke, so it was fine.

Roman knelt in front of the fireplace in the dark and told himself the heat in his face was from anger and not from wanting to cry. He’d thought he was getting along better with Virgil lately, but- he really did seem to hate him, didn’t he? No, no, surely he wouldn’t have driven all the way here with him if he hated him, he was just overreacting. Like always. Letting his dumb feelings make everything more dramatic than it really was. He turned his attention to the fireplace so intensely that if there were any justice in the universe, it would have burst into flames before he’d even lit a match.

Fifteen minutes later, Virgil turned the stove off, feeling considerably calmer after some time alone in the quiet. Well, there was Roman muttering to himself in the other room, but that was more background noise than anything. He was probably working out a story plot by talking to himself again. Virgil shifted all the grilled cheese onto a plate, grabbed a couple of water bottles from the case in the pantry and went to see if he’d had any luck with the fire.

“Ro? Food’s done, how’s it going in here?” He figured they’d just go back to normal and pretend they hadn’t just been yelling at each other, like it always went- at least until he saw Roman. He was sitting in front of a small fire, but he didn’t look at all happy about his success, hunched over with his face in his hands. “…Roman?”

He looked up and tried to smile. “I, uh- don’t worry, everything’s fine, I’m just- being stupid.” His voice cracked on the last word.

Virgil cursed under his breath and put what he was holding down on the coffee table, kneeling next to Roman. “Is this- I mean, are you-” God he sucked at this. “I’m sorry,” he finally said. “I didn’t think… I’m just tired, okay? We’re both tired and pissed off and I didn’t mean to get like that at you.”

“It’s- it’s fine.” Impulsively, Roman tried to hug him, out of pure relief that he wasn’t really mad at him. He regretted it after approximately one second and pulled back to stare at the ground and try to recover his composure. “I, um, I shouldn’t have yelled at you either. …Truce?”

“Yeah.” He reached back for the plate and set it between them. “Grilled cheese?”

“Thanks.”

Even once they got past the post-fight awkwardness, their dinner conversation was quiet- like Virgil said, they were both tired. Roman seemed especially subdued in comparison to his usual self. He only started singing once, and even that wasn’t very loud, and Virgil found it was actually kind of soothing to listen to him when he wasn’t bursting into rooms demanding attention. By the time they were finished, part of him was considering lying down right where he was and going to sleep. The rest of him, however, remembered how cold it was and would much rather be in bed with blankets.

“I suppose there’s not much else we can do tonight,” Roman sighed, following his same train of thought a bit later.

“Would you seriously want to if there was?”

“We could’ve watched movies,” he reminded him.

“We’d both be out before the end of the first one and you know it.”

“Fine, fine.” Roman pushed himself to his feet. “Time to be getting to bed, then.”

“Mhm.” Virgil managed to overrule that one part of his brain and reluctantly stood up as well.

A short time later, Virgil was in bed, getting increasingly frustrated. He was so tired. But the mattress felt weird, and he was in a strange place without the ambient noise he was used to and kept hearing this stupid owl outside instead and it surprised him every time, and even though he stole all the blankets from the other bed in the room it was still so cold. Because, y’know, it was below freezing and the power was still out. Also, how was he supposed to know Roman was okay right now? Was he cold, too? Virgil was pretty sure he at least wouldn’t die or anything with his double blankets, but Roman didn’t have another bed in his room to steal the blankets from. What if a murderer broke in, while they were trapped in this cabin and cut off from civilization? Okay, that wasn’t a Roman-specific concern, or a realistic one, but still. Virgil really wished his brain would shut up.

When the owl nearly gave him a heart attack because he was thinking about murderers too hard, it was pretty clear the sleep he so badly wanted wasn’t going to happen under these conditions. Cursing pretty much the entire universe, Virgil got out of bed, wrapped two blankets around his shoulders and grabbed a flashlight. Maybe he’d just sit in the living room until he could get sleepy. Well… maybe he’d go sit in the living room after he checked on Roman and made sure none of his worries were going to come true.

He pushed the door open and peeked in. He’d gotten a look at the room earlier, but it seemed bigger in the dark somehow. He tried not to feel like too much of a creep going up to the bed to look at Roman. He tended to sprawl, normally, but right now he was curled up on his side. Did that mean he was cold? Well, yeah, he probably was at least a little bit cold, but-

“…Virge?”

Virgil yelped, clutching his flashlight to his chest. “Roman! This isn’t… what it looks like?”

He propped himself up and squinted sleepily. “Are you sure? ‘Cause it looks like you’re wandering around because you can’t sleep and decided to see what I was doing. Which was finally falling asleep until you started shining that light at me, thank you very much.”

He clicked it off sheepishly.

“Is there anything wrong, or…?”

Virgil shrugged. “Can’t sleep, it’s too cold and weird here. I was just gonna sit in the living room so it’s at least kinda warm.”

“Well, why don’t you stay with me?” He could feel the look Virgil gave him, even though he couldn’t see his face, and blushed. “What I mean to say- you could sit with me and talk, and it might be a little warmer… never mind, it was a silly idea, I don’t know why I thought you would want-”

Roman’s flustered rambling was cut off by Virgil climbing onto the bed and sitting next to him, legs under the covers and the rest of him wrapped in his own blankets. “Never mind,” he repeated weakly.

Virgil would have gotten a bit sleepy just from having something warm next to him, if not for the fact that the warm thing was Roman and therefore a good chunk of his brain was screaming about how close they were. Incidentally, Roman’s brain was screaming as well, but he told it to shut up and leaned into Virgil, which of course made his brain scream more.

“You were right,” Virgil mumbled. “‘s a lot better like this.”

“Oh- good,” Roman managed in response.

Now that they were settled, he actually was getting a little sleepy. “Might just stay here until the power comes back. You’re not allowed to move.”

…Well.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad situation to be in after all.

#sanders sides #sanders sides holiday month #prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #this was not supposed to be as long as it ended up lmao #my post #my writing

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