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That's not my Neighbor Characters Informations

Floor 1 :

Roman Stilnsky :

ID Number : 483924059684

Apartment : F01-01

Apartment Phone # : 1152

Occupation : Public Accountant

Relations : Lois Stilnsky {Wife}

Age : 42

Birthday : May 24th 1913

Zodiac Sign : Gemini

Height : 6'3" (190 cm)

Weight : 194 lbs (88 kg)

Blood Type : O-

Origin : Russia

Appearance :

LISTED :

Big Nose

Scar on Right Chin

Long Face

One Eyebrow

Wears a Hat

2. OTHERS :

Black Short Curly Hair

Light Green Eyes

Grey Suit and Hat

White Shirt

Red Necktie

Lois Stilnsky :

ID Number : 894569723651

Apartment : F01-01

Apartment Phone # : 1152

Occupation : Housewife

Relations : Roman Stilnsky {Husband}

Age : 38

Birthday : February 11th 1917

Zodiac Sign : Aquarius

Height : 5'2" (157 cm)

Weight : 198 lbs (90 kg)

Blood Type : O+

Origin : Bielorussia

Appearance :

LISTED :

Big Lips

Mole on Left Cheek

Round Face

Short Hair

2. OTHERS :

Purplish "Violine" Hair Covering her Eyes

Pink Dress and Hat

Round Silver Earrings and Necklace

Robertsky Peachman :

ID Number : 114652289730

Apartment : F01-02

Apartment Phone # : 2668

Occupation : Shoemaker

Relations : Albertsky Peachman {Older Brother}

Age : 36

Birthday : January 11th 1919

Zodiac Sign : Capricorn

Height : 6'7" (200cm)

Weight : 165 lbs (75 kg)

Blood Type : O+

Origin : United States

Appearance :

LISTED :

Long Neck

No Eyebrows

Big Nose

Has a Goatee

2. OTHERS :

Ginger Curly Hair

Yellow Coat

Blue Scarf

Albertsky Peachman :

ID Number : 146512986354

Apartment : F01-02

Apartment Phone # : 2668

Occupation : Shoemaker

Relations : Robertsky Peachman {Younger Brother}

Age : 44

Birthday : April 14th 1911

Zodiac Sign : Aries

Height : 5'8" (173 cm)

Weight : 183 lbs (83 kg)

Blood Type : AB-

Origin : United States

Appearance :

LISTED :

Has a Moustache

Prominent Chin

Big Nose

Big Eyebrows

2. OTHERS :

Ginger Hair

Blue and White Shirt

Angus Ciprianni :

ID Number : 565003698845

Apartment : F01-03

Apartment Phone # : 5513

Occupation : Businessman

Relations : Unknown

Age : 33

Birthday : February 3rd 1922

Zodiac Sign : Aquarius

Height : 5'10" (178 cm)

Weight : 146 lbs (66 kg)

Blood Type : A+

Origin : Italy

Appearance :

LISTED :

Long Neck

Wears a Hat

Has a Moustache

Small Eyes

2. OTHERS :

Short Brown Hair

Purple Suit and Hat

White Shirt Collar

Red Necktie

Elenois Sverchzt :

ID Number : 845323014956

Apartment : F01-04

Apartment Phone # : 6996

Occupation : Model

Relations : Selenne Sverchzt {Twin Sister}

Age : 22

Birthday : March 1st 1933

Zodiac Sign : Pisces

Height : 6'2" (188 cm)

Weight : 106 lbs (48 kg)

Blood Type : B+

Origin : Germany

Appearance :

LISTED :

Mole on Left Cheek

Small Pointed Nose

Slim

Long Neck

2. OTHERS :

Short Curly Hazel Hair

Yellow Dress, Orange Stripes

Ahoge Curl to the Right

Triangle Golden Earrings

Selenne Sverchzt :

ID Number : 785613269514

Apartment : F01-04

Apartment Phone # : 6996

Occupation : Model

Relations : Elenois Sverchzt {Twin Sister}

Age : 22

Birthday : March 1st 1933

Zodiac Sign : Pisces

Height : 6'2" (188 cm)

Weight : 106 lbs (48 kg)

Blood Type : B+

Origin : Germany

Appearance :

LISTED :

Mole on Right Cheek

Small Pointed Nose

Slim

Long Neck

2. OTHERS :

Short Curly Hazel Hair

Orange Dress, Red Stripes

Ahoge Curl to the Left

Square Golden Earrings

Floor 2 :

Arnold Schmicht :

ID Number : 778566219322

Apartment : F02-01

Apartment Phone # : 5123

Occupation : Writer

Relations : Gloria Schmicht {Wife}

Age : 49

Birthday : October 21st 1906

Zodiac Sign : Libra

Height : 5'0" (152 cm)

Weight : 179 lbs (81 kg)

Blood Type : A-

Origin : Germany / Afro-American

Appearance :

LISTED :

Big Eyebrows

Prominent Mustache

Wears a Hat

Round Face

2. OTHERS :

Short Curly Dark Brown Hair

Green Suit and Hat

White Shirt

Red Necktie

Gloria Schmicht :

ID Number : 698522341150

Apartment : F02-01

Apartment Phone # : 5123

Occupation : Banker

Relations : Arnold Schmicht {Husband}

Age : 40

Birthday : August 22nd 1915

Zodiac Sign : Leo

Height : 5'1" (155 cm)

Weight : 218 lbs (99 kg)

Blood Type : O+

Origin : Hungary / Afro-American

Appearance :

LISTED :

Round Face

Mole on Right Cheek

Short Hair

Round Nose

2. OTHERS :

Short Curly Dark Brown Hair

Yellow Eyes

Round Yellow Earrings

Purple Scarf

Izaack Gauss :

ID Number : 456985512369

Apartment : F02-02

Apartment Phone # : 7332

Occupation : Reporter

Relations : Unknown

Age : 39

Birthday : July 23rd 1916

Zodiac Sign : Leo

Height : 6'5" (196cm)

Weight : 209 lbs (95 kg)

Blood Type : A+

Origin : Germany / United States

Appearance :

LISTED :

Big Eyebrows

Big Smile

Prominent Chin

Big Nose

2. OTHERS :

Short Black Hair

Blue Eyes

Dark Grey Suit

White Shirt

Dull Blue Necktie

Margarette Bubbles :

ID Number : 103268014590

Apartment : F02-03

Apartment Phone # : 6431

Occupation : Seamstress

Relations : Unknown

Age : 56

Birthday : July 10th 1899

Zodiac Sign : Cancer

Height : 5'11" (180 cm)

Weight : 225 lbs (102 kg)

Blood Type : AB-

Origin : United States (Wisconsin)

Appearance :

LISTED :

Curly Hazel Hair

Deviated Left Eye

Round Nose

Big Smile

2. OTHERS :

Pearl Necklace

Yellow Dress, Orange Dots

Round Yellow Earrings

Nacha Mikaelys :

ID Number : 789653665413

Apartment : F02-04

Apartment Phone # : 1346

Occupation : Chef

Relations : Anastacha Mikaelys {Daughter}

Francis Mosses {Implied Ex}

Age : 29

Birthday : November 13th 1926

Zodiac Sign : Scorpio

Height : 5'3" (160 cm)

Weight : 121 lbs (55 kg)

Blood Type : A+

Origin : United States

Appearance :

LISTED :

Right Eye Blue

Left Eye Green

Curly Brown Hair

She has Freckles

Round Face

2. OTHERS :

Purple Hair Tie and Shirt with White Collar

Anastacha Mikaelys :

ID Number : 132698534462

Apartment : F02-04

Apartment Phone # : 1346

Occupation : Student

Relations : Nacha Mikaelys {Mother}

Francis Mosses {Implied Father}

Age : 13

Birthday : May 26th 1942

Zodiac Sign : Gemini

Height : 4'11" (150 cm)

Weight : 99 lbs (45 kg)

Blood Type : A-

Origin : United States

Appearance :

LISTED :

Tired Eyes

Two Ponytails

Brown Hair

Small Nose

Round Face

2. OTHERS :

Purple and White School Uniform

Purple Hair Ties

Pink School Bag

Floor 3 :

Mia Stone :

ID Number : 789564525115

Apartment : F03-01

Apartment Phone # : 1425

Occupation : Teacher

Relations : Dr. W. Afton {Fiancé)

Age : 27

Birthday : September 15th 1928

Zodiac Sign : Virgo

Height : 5'6" (167 cm)

Weight : 132 lbs (60 kg)

Blood Type : A+

Origin : England

Appearance :

LISTED :

Long Blonde Hair

Small Round Nose

She has Freckles

Oval Face

Thin Eyebrows

2. OTHERS :

Pearl Necklace

Round Silver Earrings

Pink Eye Make-Up

Red Shirt

Dr. W. Afton :

ID Number : 250489656214

Apartment : F03-01

Apartment Phone # : 1425

Occupation : Physicist

Relations : Mia Stone {Fiancée}

Age : 31

Birthday : June 25th 1926

Zodiac Sign : Cancer

Height : 5'5" (165 cm)

Weight : 150 lbs (68 kg)

Blood Type : A-

Origin : United States

Appearance :

LISTED :

Robust Eyebrows

Wears Grey Glasses

Short Blue Hair

Round Nose

Square Head

2. OTHERS :

Green Shirt with Many Pockets

White Shirt Collar

Red Necktie

Francis Mosses :

ID Number : 235569418995

Apartment : F03-02

Apartment Phone # : 4122

Occupation : Milkman

Relations : Nacha Mikaelys {Implied Ex}

Anastacha Mikaelys {Implied Daughter}

Age : 30

Birthday : April 23rd 1925

Zodiac Sign : Taurus

Height : 5'7" (170 cm)

Weight : 170 lbs (77 kg)

Blood Type : A+

Origin : United States (Pennsylvania)

Appearance :

LISTED :

Long Nose

Thin Chin

Tired Eyes

Short Brown Hair

Wears a White Hat

2. OTHERS :

White Shirt

Black Bowtie

Steven Rudboys :

ID Number : 565845455965

Apartment : F03-03

Apartment Phone # : 4242

Occupation : Pilot

Relations : Mclooy Rudboys {Father}

Age : 28

Birthday : November 24th 1927

Zodiac Sign : Sagittarius

Height : 6'1" (185 cm)

Weight : 205 lbs (93 kg)

Blood Type : B+

Origin : United States (Texas)

Appearance :

LISTED :

Big Nose

Wears Grey Sunglasses

Short Brown Mohawk-Like Hair

Small Head

2. OTHERS :

Green Pilot Jacket with Badges

White Shirt

Military Necklace

Mclooy Rudboys :

ID Number : 964516184611

Apartment : F03-03

Apartment Phone # : 4242

Occupation : Retired

Relations : Steven Rudboys {Son}

Age : 71

Birthday : May 16th 1884

Zodiac Sign : Taurus

Height : 6'0" (183 cm)

Weight : 190 lbs (86 kg)

Blood Type : O+

Origin : United States (Texas)

Appearance :

LISTED :

Has a Grey Moustache

Big Nose

Has a Grey Goatee

Smokes

ALWAYS Wears a Hat

2. OTHERS :

Grey Short Hair

Light Grey Shirt, White Sleeves

White Hat

Red Scarf

Alf Cappuccin :

ID Number : 120548096347

Apartment : F03-04

Apartment Phone # : 4258

Occupation : Lawyer

Relations : Rafttellyn Cappuccin {Wife}

Age : 64

Birthday : October 12th 1891

Zodiac Sign : Libra

Height : 4'7" (140 cm)

Weight : 161 lbs (73 kg)

Blood Type : A+

Origin : United States (New Jersey)

Appearance :

LISTED :

Big Nose

Prominent Grey Moustache

Use a Golden Monocle

Wears a Black Hat

Round Face

2. OTHERS :

Grey Sideburns Hairstyle

Black Suit with White Shirt Underneath

Red Bowtie

Rafttellyn Cappuccin :

ID Number : 568554596329

Apartment : F03-04

Apartment Phone # : 4258

Occupation : Housewife

Relations : Alf Cappuccin {Husband}

Age : 46

Birthday : September 29th 1909

Zodiac Sign : Scorpio

Height : 5'9" (175 cm)

Weight : 154 lbs (70 kg)

Blood Type : A+

Origin : Italy / United States

Appearance :

LISTED :

Long Face

Big Nose

Straight Bluish Purple Hair

Wears a Light Pink Headband

2. OTHERS :

Small Yellow Earrings

Pearl Necklace

Red and Green Dress with Flower Motif

Brown Leather Handbag

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pascaloverx · 5 months

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Rewrite The Stars

Chapter Four

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

chapter three chapter five

Pedro Pascal is a man of his word. The next day, a man mysteriously handed you an envelope with the new contract. It looks like this fake relationship is going to work. Along with the modified contract were instructions and a packet. In the instructions you had a specific place to go, your old place of work and in the package there were two options for dress, makeup and shoes. You were almost feeling like someone who was important. You got ready by putting on one of the dresses while wondering how whoever chose this for you knew your clothes and shoe size. When you finish getting ready, it's time to go to the restaurant. You have been instructed not to try to hide so you drive your car to the restaurant which was once his work environment. Inside you feel victorious to be returning as a customer but at the same time, you know that this is fake. Like a fairytale.

"You look beautiful darling." Pedro Pascal speaks as soon as you arrive, placing his hands on your shoulder to take off your coat.

"Darling?" You question as if you want to think about the nickname.

"Honey?" Pedro asks as we are heading to the table.

"Maybe sweetheart?" You suggest making fun of him. You just want to know how many nicknames you can make him say.

"What do you think babe?” He says as he holds the chair for you to sit.

"Do you want me to call you Papi in return?" You speak as he is sitting down and can see his surprise when you suggest this. It almost looks like you're going to give him an early heart attack.

"Maybe it's better to just say daddy, right?" You say laughing while waiting for his reaction, he tries not to smile but can't. You managed to get a smile from Pedro Pascal. Soon after the waiter appears to take orders.

'"I'll have the chef's suggestion and we'll have a bottle of your best red wine. My girlfriend is still choosing what to order. " He says, extending his hand under yours and stroking it lightly. If he thinks this will rush you, he's wrong.

"I'll have the same thing as him. Thank you for your service." You speak to what you imagine to be your replacement.

""I think I'll keep calling you girlfriend, it works better than any nickname." He says looking at you with such subtlety that you even notice how charming his eyes are. The power of big brown eyes.

"So maybe I should really call you daddy." You says, knowing that leaving Pedro Pascal embarrassed could be one of the best wonders of the world.

"Do you wanna dance?" He changes the subject, standing up and placing his hand in front of you. There is a group of violinists lightly playing romantic music in the background and you shake your head saying that you wanna dance.

"I can't guarantee I won't step on your feet, I'm a terrible dancer." You say holding his hands while one of his hands holds your waist.

"Just follow me and count the steps, one.. two.. three." He guides you and without you realizing it, he's dancing. Your closeness is getting closer and closer.

"It was a good idea to come here. It must be full of photographers outside right now." You say, bringing your head closer to his shoulder. It's such a smooth movement that you automatically do it.

"I think you're being a good girlfriend so far by the way." He compliments you and you are surprised but happy.

"You're not so bad either, boyfriend." You then rest your head on his chest as if you were resting your head. His company is so peaceful.

"Before we have dinner we have to have our first moment as an official couple." He says stopping the dance. You lift your head and wonder what this moment would be. Until he gets closer and you close your eyes waiting for the kiss you imagine will happen.

"What are you doing?" He whispers close to your ear and you shiver.

"Waiting for the kiss?" You respond, starting to question if that's what he meant.

"Extend your right hand to me." He commands and you extend without further questions.

"Y/N, would you do me the honor of being your boyfriend?" He says holding your hand and putting a ring on it. You finally open your eyes and see the most beautiful ring you've ever seen in your life.

"The honor is all mine." You say afterwards, hugging him, pretending to be euphoric. And then he finally kisses you. Not a movie kiss with a lot of passion but a soft kiss, as if he already knew your lips. You returned the kiss, feeling in your heart that it would be difficult to remember that this was all a lie.

tag: @wanniiieeee, @hungrhay

#fanfic pedro pascal #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #reader insert #female reader #Spotify

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scarletta-ruan · 2 years

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Sorry for the lipstick on your cheek [BSD men x fem!reader]

WARNING: OOC, soft!characters, mention of some nickname (Dove, Dorogaya), reader can play the violin in Fyodor's scenario

TYPE: Scenario, fluff

PAIRING: Osamu Dazai || Sakunosuke Oda || Atsushi Nakajima || Fyodor Dostoevsky || Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader (seperately)

WORDCOUNTS: 2k6+ words

NOTES: I had thought about this idea for a long time, how do they react if your lipstick stuck on their cheek so I decided to write one. If you are interested in my fanfic, you may send a request for me through an ask box. The rules is here.

1. Osamu Dazai

“Ah, I’m so bored.”

Dazai leaned back on his chair and whined to himself, he had to write the reports which were left for lots of weeks. He just wanted to have time to get out but it seemed like those reports made him here, staying in this place just to finish his own work. If you were here, he would make you do it for him while he cuddled you when you sat on his lap to write it.

Dazai made a plane from his own report and threw it to fly around the office, he hoped you would get back soon. The clicking sound from the door resounded and he looked at the door immediately, Dazai heard a female voice shout.

“Ouch! It hurts, who would throw the paper plane just to make it fly around like that?”

Dazai knew it right away, it was his time for him to cuddle with you, it meant you got back from your own mission. Dazai got out of his seat to approach the front door, he saw you were standing there with one hand rubbing your forehead just because of an accident which was caused by him. Your frowned face turned into a cheering one when you saw him, you smiled and said.

“Oh, Osamu, I’m back.”

“Welcome back, cutie pie.”

Dazai greeted you. You bowed down just to pick up the paper plane and said.

“Who would make this one fly around then hit on my forehead like that, they should know that it is prohibited in this office right, Osamu?”

When you stood up again just to walk toward Dazai standing there you said, he put his arms around you right away you approached him and said.

“Sorry, it was my fault to do that.”

He gently kissed on your forehead where the paper plane hit it. You chuckled when you heard him saying sorry, for many times Dazai did bad things to you, he would say it. But you slowly placed an index finger on his lips and said.

“Shh, don’t say sorry to me. I know that you don’t want to make it happen, right?”

Dazai nodded his head when his brown orbs paid attention to you, that made you smile when you decided to tip toes and gave him a kiss on his cheek then continued.

“There, return back to you, love.”

Dazai’s cheeks glowed red because of you, he looked away then covered half of his face with his hand. You chuckled, then you escaped from his arms and walked outside of the office again, it seemed like you had another mission to do so. Dazai was stunned for a moment when the door opened again and Kunikida stepped in, when he saw his colleague got it Dazai immediately became his normal self.

“Oh, hey, Kunikida, get back from work.”

“Yeah, I’m back.” Kunikida said, then he looked at Dazai’s face. He frowned then continued. “Dazai, you are getting out with a woman just after I leave, right?”

“No? What do you mean, Kunikida?”

Dazai narrowed his eyes then asked. Kunikida pointed at one of his cheeks and said.

“There was lipstick on your cheek, Dazai.”

Oh, and that when Dazai remembered that you always wore lipsticks and maybe you forgot to wipe it before kissing him. He chuckled to himself and murmured.

”Little kitty, I will kiss you if you return back.”

2. Sakunosuke Oda

“Oh, Odasaku.”

You smiled weakly when you caught him also getting into the children's place when you got out of their house. You two had been lovers for a long time, since Oda said that he had brought up some children. You always spent your time visiting them and giving them some sweets or teached them something they wanted to learn.

Oda sighed then he walked toward you, when you lifted your head up once again he was in front of you now. He slowly placed his big hand on your head then gently rubbed it, he said.

“I heard that you sent your money just to support me bringing up those children.”

You nodded your head to confirm it. You knew that he did not have enough money, he spent most of his salary for raising the children so you still understood that he would not have enough money to do something else. Oda smiled then he said.

“You don’t need to worry about me, I know you also don’t have much money either.”

“But… Odasaku, it’s alright. I do have enough for our living and I always want to help you to raise the children.”

You smiled and said, you looked into Oda’s dark brown orbs. When he got ready to say anything else you immediately said.

“Ah, don’t return back my money, Odasaku. I heard the owner tell me that you told him to return my money. Don’t worry about me, I do have enough.”

“But during this time you don’t have any books which were published. It means…” Oda stopped for a while and his forehead leaned on to you then he said. “...You don’t have any money now.”

You sighed, how many times did you have to comfort him that you had enough money for you two living and also have enough to raise the children. You raised a hand to put on Oda’s shoulder and patted it gently then said.

“I had told you for a long time, Odasaku. Since I met you I knew that I want to help you bring up those little cuties, they are just like the small me too. So… don’t say that, I will help you to bring them up.”

Oda nodded his head when he heard you say that, his arms put around your waist and gave you a light hug. You looked at the watch on your wrist and when you realized you were late for work you hurriedly kissed his cheeks and said.

“Goodbye, Odasaku. I have to go to work now, tell the child that next time I will bring them more books and sweets too.”

You said then rushed to the street, Oda stood there for a while, looked at you and disappeared in front of his eyes. That was when he got into the children’ place again, when he opened the door they rushed to him. But Oda noticed they were giggling when they looked at his face, and that was when a girl approached him with a small mirror in her hand, faced him and said.

“Odasaku, you have… something on your cheeks.”

When Oda looked at the mirror, he saw a lipstick which was settled nicely on his cheek. You might be too hurried to forget that you had to wipe it off before kissing him. He shook his head and sighed, that was when Oda was surrounded by lots of questions from the children here.

3. Atsushi Nakajima

“Ah, wait, Atsushi. Wait for me.”

You rushed to the white-haired boy just before he got ready to get into the Armed Detective Agency office. Atsushi stopped when he heard your voice, his eyes widened when he saw you here.

“[Name]-san, why are you here?”

“Finally, I can catch up to you.”

You gasped when you finally caught him, then Atsushi saw you hurriedly open your lunch box bag just to find something. When you found it, you took it out and handed it to Atsushi and smiled happily then said.

“Here, Atsushi, you forgot it.”

Atsushi tilted his head when he could not understand the problem here. When he noticed the thing in your hand he immediately knew what was happening. A lovely lunch box was in your hands, he slowly took it with both of his hands. You always remembered to make lunch for him and checked if he forgot it or not. Atsushi awkwardly said while his cheeks were glowing red.

“Th-Thanks, [Name]-san. You take care of me so well.”

“You don’t have to say it, Atsushi.” You looked straight into his eyes when you replied to him. You patted on his shoulder then continued. “I will always take care of you because we are lovers after all, right. And… you weren't loved when you were a child so I want to make you happy by taking care of you, of course.”

Just when Atsushi heard those sayings from you again he nearly bursted into tears, just then you raised both of your hands to his cheeks and silently wiped the tears away, then said.

“You don’t need to cry, my lover.”

“But… you make me eager when you say those words.” Atsushi raised one of his hands to cover up half of his face and gulped down then continued. “[Name]-san, do you have to work today?”

“Oh, Oh my God!”

You screamed then your hands left his cheeks, you checked on the watch on your wrist and became panicked then said.

“Oh, my train is going to leave for 15 minutes. I'm gonna be late for work.”

You hurriedly rushed to the stair of the building but then, you remembered there was one thing you forgot to do. You rushed to Atsushi's side again, while he was waiting for you to leave, he was startled when he saw you returned back, he quickly said.

“[Name]-san, if you don’t hurry, you will be late for wor-”

You cut Atsushi off when you kissed on his cheeks hurriedly and said.

“I forgot a goodbye kiss for you. Now then, goodbye Atsushi.”

You left after you kissed his check, which made Atsushi stunned for a while with a red face. He stood there for a moment to wait for himself to become normal again just to get ready to get into the office again. When Atsushi got to his seat, he greeted everyone in the office.

“Good morning, everyone.”

Atsushi noticed that the members in the office were looking at his face with chuckling, when he did not understand what was happening here, he heard a girl’s voice resound into his ears.

“You have lipstick on your cheek.”

Atsushi turned his head to Kyouka when he raised his cheek to touch his cheek, when he wiped it he saw a red lipstick was stuck on his hand. That made Atsushi’s face turn red then he embarrassedly rushed to the toilet to wash it.

4. Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor was stunned at the scene before his eyes. He was now standing at the harbor, his purple eyes looking at the person who was holding a violin in her hand and playing like there was not anything around her. The notes from her song made his heart stop a beat, he knew this song, of course. Fyodor knew that he could realize this song immediately when he heard it.

You were still standing there under the sunset of the Yokohama and playing that song, your body moved when you played. Every movement of yours made Fyodor want to see more from you. Then you stopped playing the violin when the song was done, you gasped when you looked at the sea in front of your eyes.

Fyodor approached and hugged you in his arms right away. You were startled at first when you felt there was a person who hugged you, your voice resounded.

“Oh, w-what is happening- oh, Fedya.”

When you looked aside you saw a similar shirt that you always saw before. You could not mistake this person, he was Fyodor after all. When you were stunned with his hug, you heard his voice resound in your ears.

“The song was so good, my heart pounding fast when I heard it.”

“Th-Thanks, Fedya.”

You smiled gently, switched the bow on your other hand then placed your hand on his. You two always suddenly met each other like this, sometimes it was Fyodor who met you first and sometimes it was you who noticed him first. You said.

“You know what, Fedya. This place is one of my favorite places when I want to play violin.”

You closed your eyes, the sea wind slowly flew into your face. You loved the wind which was brought from the sea a lot, it always carried the salt in it, which made you feel nostalgic. You were born in this city and someday you would also die here, being buried by the one who you loved most.

“It’s getting late now, we should go home.”

You turned to him then said, Fyodor nodded his head and raised his hand for you to hold him. You gently took his hand and kissed his cheek like you always did, but when you left his cheek you suddenly covered your mouth and said.

“O-Oh, I’m sorry Fedya, I forgot that I wore on lipstick today.”

You took a handkerchief in your pocket and wanted to wipe it off for him. But Fyodor grabbed your hand immediately and lightly kissed it, he said.

“Thanks, Dorogaya.”

“Y-You’re welcome.”

You turned away with red cheeks when you said that.

5. Nikolai Gogol

“I’m home.”

You tiredly opened the front door, and when you looked down at the doorstep you knew right away who was home before you. Your [color] orbs looked at the watch on your wrist and realized that it was too late now, maybe he was waiting for you so long. You took off your shoes then got inside the house. You just wanted to find Nikolai as if he was at home then you may make him dinner and let him cuddle you.

When you stepped in the living room, you finally saw him. Nikolai was wrapping himself with a thick blanket and he seemed very warm when he curled up his body in it. You silently walked in and looked at his face, you did not want to wake him up so you decided to be quiet. When you lifted your hand up just to touch at his cheek you felt a hand touch on your shoulder, then you screamed.

“Oh, my God! Is that a ghost?”

When you turned around just to check it out, you saw a hand was waving for you through the portal. You chuckled happily then turned your head to him and said.

“Kolya, are you awake, my sweet heart?”

“You don’t sharpen your realizing skill even though we have lived together for so long, right?”

Nikolai opened his mismatch looked at you miraculously then he sat up and looked at you. You rushed to his chest right away, leaned your head on his chest, and enjoyed the smell that you were used to being. Nikolai rubbed your head with his bare hand and hugged you back on your waist. He said.

“You are late today, did your work keep you at the office?”

“Yes, of course.” You sighed then answered his question, lifted your head up just to look at his eyes and continued. “I have to edit my report over and over until my boss said it was alright to use. I feel kinda tired right now, maybe I should take a rest.”

“You better be, Dove. How about I carry you to the bathroom?”

Nikolai suggested his idea to you, you smiled when you heard that and nodded your head with no doubt. When Nikolai stood up on his feet while carrying you in bridal style, you kissed on his cheek and when you realized you forgot to wipe the lipstick before kissing him, you yelped.

“S-Sorry, Kolya, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s alright.” Nikolai replied to you then he placed his mouth beside your ears then said. “Will you wear your lipstick tonight, I think we can have another game to try out.”

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: ̗̀➛ Modern TWOW Kids Headcanons

╰┈➤ Neteyam

High school junior - 17 years old

Captain of both varsity basketball and soccer

4.1 GPA, working towards Stanford

Often spends time in the library

Reads classical literature

Played Romeo in their school production of R&J

Has his licence and drives a ford

Models for small black owned fashion brands for a little extra cash

Runs Tuk's Etsy were she sells bracelets

Collect Records - R&B and Rap

Headphones > Speakers

Introverted but Extroverted around his friends and sports teams

Teacher's pet - carries the whole class. Answers when no one else does

Often gets into fights with Ao'nung because Ao'nung wants to be captain of the basketball team

Drives Tuk to school and extracurricular activities

Love to cook, in the kitchen almost every night with Neytiri

Not that close to Jake, he craves Neytiri's approval more than his

Nose, industrial, and multiple cartilage piercings

Plays violin

Has been growing his dreads since he was 7, but they don't look bad bc he keeps up with them

╰┈➤ Lo'ak

sophomore - 16 years old

JV Football and Basketball

2.3 GPA, Lo'ak isn't dumb, he just doesn't try

Made a music video to his rap for film class and it got a B-

Facetimed Reya right after he got his grade, he was really proud of himself

Skateboards to school and practices but Neteyam drives him home

Collects 90s/00s rap CD's - eminem, tupac, biggie, etc.

Talks back to the teacher, kind of a class clown

Wants to join the Marines like Jake

Worked as a cashier at the movie theater to buy him and Reya tickets to the Eras tour. He didn't know all the words to the songs but he tried.

Is outside from the time he comes home 6:30 to 11:00 at night shooting hoops bc he really wants to be on varsity basketball with Neteyam

Always has his airpods in

Records his raps in his bathroom bc it has good acoustics

Closer to Kiri than the rest of his siblings

They all has their own rooms but he is always in Kiri's for some reason

Taper fade with braids

Besties with Rotxo, he talks to him about things he can't with other people

Wants a tattoo so bad, but Jake says "You can get one once you paid your own rent"

Has an Ig with 134K followers

╰┈➤ Kiri

Sophomore

Crochets her clothes

Thrifts or depop clothes only, doesn't believe in fast fashion

Low-key in her Kat Stratford era

Plays piano and bass

Has an all girl band - boygenius is her idols

Loves anime and K-pop - has her Bias as her laptop wallpaper

Anti-plastic, only uses her hydroflask - hates stanleys bc "consumerism has America in a chokehold"

Photographer for the school's digital newspaper

Wears dangle mushroom earrings everyday

Has a wolfcut and red hair

She has natural freckles but they are barely there so she draws them on with a brown eyeliner pencil

She's in theater club and is the composer of all the musicals

Dance moms is her guilty pleasure

Very much vegan and will give someone the stink eye if they eat meat next to her

works at a crystal shop and will geek out anytime a rookie collector ask her what a specific crystal is for

has a septum piercing

Super introverted her only friends are Reya and Rotxo

Always challenging her teachers

Her only social medias are Twitter (X), tumblr, and tiktok

Loves Taylor Swift and Minski

Watches french films and reads french books

Closer to Jake but Neytiri is her go to girl when she needs to talk

Her phone background is Grace and her when she was 3, it was taken 3 months before Grace died

Hates sports, doesn't understand why people are going crazy over football recently

Her walls are covered with posters

Low-key loves all of Lindsay Lohan's movies - she's her celb crush

╰┈➤ Ao'nung

Same year and age as Neteyam

I feel like his family is rich

Drives a benz

going to uop on a basketball scholarship

6'3 1/2 - got his dad's height

Super protective of Tsireya

On the debate team, he loves arguing

If he's not playing basketball, hes surfing, if hes not doing that he's studying

Posts him playing basketball on his tiktok and ig, hoping one day he'll get noticed by a scout, thousands of people repost his videos

Has every pair of Jordans known to man

crosses people over in the hallway

I feel like he bullies freshman boys but sticks up for the freshman girls bc he sees them as his little sisters

Ronal is the principal so he get's good food at lunch

always late to class but has amazing grades

introverted extrovert

teaches basketball to kids at the community center

Throws the best parties

brings speakers to school

Frenemies with Neteyam and Lo'ak

Of all the Sullys, Kiri is his favorite

╰┈➤ Tsireya

Sophomore - 15 years

Post GRWMs on tiktok

Tennis and volleyball

Starting ballet this year

skincare and makeup obsessed

wears her mary janes everyday

super coquette / coastal grandmother

team conrad

Loves Taylor Swift and Lana Del Rey

Priscilla, Marie Antoinette, Belle, Girl Interrupted, Black Swan are her favorite movies

Wears the friendship bracelets that Kiri and Tuk make her

Watches Vouge Beauty Secrets when she gets ready

Her favorite youtuber is Sabrina Lilliane

Thrifts with Kiri

Has a baby pink Stanley and wears ugg slippers

On the school dance team

Has a Jeep but can't drive it yet so she rides with Ao'nung

Carries K-pop Idol photo cards

4.0 GPA, she doesn't play about her grades

Often helps Lo'ak with school

Reads poetry books

Researching to start her own haircare line with the help of Neytiri

Doesn't wear a backpack only tote bags

If she doesn't have starbucks every morning then she'll be cranky all day

Always wears a locket that has her parent's pictures in it

Is the star of all the musicals

Sophomore year class president

Did the best petting zoo fundraiser

╰┈➤ Rotxo

Junior

Head of the school paper

doesn't play sports

The smiths are the only people he listen's to

works at a record shop

volunteers at a soup kitchen

4.2 GPA going to Harvard Med

OCD

Wants to be a surgeon

Manages Ao'nung social media accounts

Introverted, hates large crowds

Drives Kiri to thrift stores, they're besties

╰┈➤ Tuk

3rd grade - 8 years old

Sells friendship bracelets

Went to the eras tour with jake, had a big sign that said "Give her her scarf back, now"

She traded bracelets with a bunch of people

Did ballet for a while and hated it so now she does gymnastics

Spa days with Neteyam

in her "only eating chicken nuggets and craft mac and cheese" phase

loves to rollerblade

Has an unboxing channel on youtube

always making slime

doesn't have any electronics bc Jake and Neytiri doesn't want her to be an Ipad kid

Tuk is really popular on youtube but she doesn't know it

Loves Reya like another sister

Takes horseback riding lessons

╰┈➤ Spider

Doesn't go to Pandora High like the rest, he goes to an athletic boarding school on a lacrosse scholarship

Was really close to the sullys but since his school has a no phone rule they've grown apart

Still hangout on the weekends and in the summer

no doubt he's going pro

Grew up around military vets

cut his dreads off once he got to school

takes archery as an extra class

really good at math

The sullys send him care packages full of junk food

He sleeps over at the sullys on the weekends bc he would rather not be with his dad

Still really close to Kiri but not as close to Lo'ak as they used to be

Loves the MCU and goes to the theaters when the movies come out even if they are bad

Thank you for reading <3

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immortalysasims · 3 months

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HIGHSCHOOL NPC's: THE CHEER TEAM.

Hello my dear simmers! Aren't you tired of your highschool having the same weird npc's and characters? Well, if you are I have the solution for you. In this little project I have recreated the Copperdale Highschool teams from scratch, this is part 1 of 4. They are all assigned to their specific after-school activities and each have their own likes, dislikes and skills.

+ INFORMATIONS, INSTRUCTIONS AND DOWNLOAD BELOW THE CUT:

These sims were made mainly with base game + high school years and NO CC whatsoever, any other packs are optional for the pre-chosen milestones, lifestyles, reputation, etc. If any pack other than base game and highschool years show up in the gallery it's a bug.

If you don't want them to move into houses as they're not (in theory) a family, place them into an empty lot, evict them and move them into the "other households" while in the manage households pannel, also if you want them to keep their specific roles/jobs don't forget to turn neighborhood stories off (can be done individually if you don't want it to affect other households).

Tabitha Watson

Aspiration: Drama Llama. (Complete).

CAS Traits: Cheerful, party animal.

Reward Traits: Untroubled, relatable, top notch infant, top-notch toddler, practiced host, socially gifted.

Likes: Blue, pink, purple, pop music, egotistical sims, rascals, compliments, gossip.

Dislikes: Metal music, cerebral sims, deep thoughts, stories.

Skills: Fitness (5), Charisma (10), Handiness (4), Cooking (5), Logic (4), Photography (5), Programming (5).

Lifestyles: People person, techie.

Current Stats: Grade A Student. Cheearleading Teammate. Pristine Reputation.

Ellen Pearce

Aspiration: Admired Icon. (Complete).

CAS Traits: Mean, snob.

Reward Traits: Iconic, relatable, cheer champion, socially gifted, high self-esteem, practiced host, happy toddler, top notch infant, top-notch toddler, beguiling, great kisser.

Likes: White, pink, pop music, egotistical sims, argumentative sims, rascals, physical intimacy, compliments, deception, flirtation, gossip.

Dislikes: Brown, metal music, nature enthusiasts, cerebral sims, complaints, deep thoughts.

Skills: Charisma (8), Fitness (4), Acting (4), Mixology (6), Mischief (10), Gourmet Cooking (4), Cooking (4), Photography (5).

Lifestyles: Techie.

Current Stats: Grade A Student. Cheerleading Captain. Great Reputation.

Hailee Seok

Aspiration: Admired Icon. (Complete)

CAS Traits: Jealous, high maintenance.

Reward Traits: Iconic, relatable, socially gifted, headstrong, happy toddler, top notch infant, top-notch toddler, great kisser.

Likes: Blue, pink, white, tween pop music, pop music, egotistical sims, rascals, compliments, flirtation, gossip.

Dislikes: Kids radio music, cerebral sims, deep thoughts.

Skills: Charisma (9), Fitness (4), Comedy (3), Cooking (5), Painting (3), Photography (4), Piano (5), Singing (3), Violin (5).

Lifestyles: People person, Hungry for love.

Current Stats: Grade A Student. Cheerleading Teammate. Great Reputation.

Everly Warner

Aspiration: Admired Icon. (Complete).

CAS Traits: Materialistic, party animal.

Reward Traits: Iconic, relatable, high self-esteem, practiced host, happy toddler, incredibly friendly, top notch infant, top-notch toddler, socially gifted.

Likes: Yellow, white, pop music, egotistical sims, rascals, romance enthusiasts, compliments, deception, gossip.

Dislikes: Black, kids radio music, cerebral sims, complaints, deep thoughts.

Skills: Fitness (4), Charisma (7), Mischief (5), Video Gaming (3), Mixology (4), Photography (4), Singing (5).

Lifestyles: People person.

Current Stats: Grade A Student. Cheerleading Teammate. Great Reputation.

Daphne Burkhart

Aspiration: Drama Llama. (Complete).

CAS Traits: Materialistic, romantic.

Reward Traits: Untroubled, relatable, socially gifted, high self-esteem, happy toddler, top notch infant, top-notch toddler, beguiling, great kisser.

Likes: Red, black, pop music, metal music, egotistical sims, argumentative sims, rascals, cerebral sims, compliments, gossip, affection, flirtation.

Dislikes: Green, kids radio music, romance enthusiasts, deep thoughts, malicious interactions.

Skills: Charisma (10), Video Gaming (4), Fitness (4), Cooking (3), Photography (4), Piano (5), Writing (6).

Lifestyles: Techie, hungry for love.

Current Stats: Grade A Student. Cheerleading Teammate. Pristine Reputation.

DOWNLOAD: SFS / PATREON (ALWAYS FREE)

ATTENTION: I do not own the original game due to the absurd price it is in my country, so everything will show up in the gallery with the name “Knysims” which is the site I always download my packs from!

#ts4 #ts4 npc #ts4 townies #ts4 nocc #ts4 no cc townies #ts4cc #ts4 sims #ts4 sim dump #ts4 vanilla sims #townies

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lacksofpaint · 8 days

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#my photos #red hair #violin brown #mirror mirror

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mambalae-s · 1 year

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everstill ━ geto suguru x reader

wc: 5.3k

cw: angst; self-loathing; description of a panic attack; reader is described as a chubby black woman; unprotected sex; creampies; bathtub sex; please let me know if i'm missing anything here!

notes from author: do NOT interact with this post if you are below the age of 18 ━ i will block you.

you hate the woman you see in the mirror. with every ounce of your heart, you despise her.

your brown eyes of earth and deep autumn, they pick your body apart along cruel tears and whispers so dark that you wish they’d stay hidden, that they’d disappear into a dark night, for them to never return. yet, during your eleventh hours, they do — they haunt you like ancient demons that would carve sigils beneath your skin, so that they may be summoned time and time again when your eyes meet your reflection. tonight, you mourn, feels as if it will be no different.

before you, stands a girl who pretends to be a woman. broken, so terribly and utterly broken this girl, with her dark skin littered with eons of fractures just like a vase waiting to fall apart. her imperfect body lays bare between your brown eyes, and even your tears aren’t enough to shield you from the unsightly mars you find, try as they may. your vision turns hazed and your eyes sting terribly, but still you see the weight that sits on your bones, and you believe it unsightly. you believe your belly too big and your face too round; you hate the way your breasts hang lower than they used to, how your hips crease and bend like the sides of a violin. the stretch marks that litter your brown skin, they remind you of lines carved carelessly by a dull knife and you find them hideous, where your voice disappears between your lips beneath poisoned sobs and choked back cries.

yet, oh ever-yet still, could this not be enough to hurt you? it is — it’s already more than enough, yet your cross sits heavily on your shoulders, and your crown of thorns are yet another labyrinth of invisible scars marred into your temple. there’s a pain unseen that runs beneath veins shredded to red ribbons, so beautiful in their tragedy as they pour your heart through bleeding cuts. visceral carnage told through two decades of betrayal from the people closest to you, whose tongues hid sharpened blades dipped in a purple venom, their damages still felt in their absence, a gaping chasm that you’ve placed between you and your past. it’s vast and merciless, and you’d vowed never to speak their names evermore, nevermore, and yet still, they haunt you in the remnants of their memories like childhood ghosts, and with each cruel apparition comes a clarity you wish so desperately that you’d stay oblivious to — those people of your flesh and blood, they never did care for you. and even now, they never will.

you only pray, with your bleeding heart cupped in hands painted red, that you and your broken pieces would be enough for one man alone.

there’s a sound of a door that opens in the deafening quiet, the wooden structure so gentle as it slides shut, yet it jars you so and your breath locks inside your throat. fear is familiar, yet comes to you as a stranger, it’s face so foreign and the touch of its cold fingers out of place where you’re hidden away in sanctuary. you shouldn’t feel fear when you know where you are — you’re home, and you wait between the comfort of four flaming wands for your darling to return. you know it’s only him coming back to you, but you’re so vulnerable and you’ve done everything to tear yourself apart in his absence that you panic and your skin crawls with the taste of bile in the back of your throat. you can’t let him see you like this, not when the cracks in your frame have deepened to the bone and rendered you asunder — he shouldn’t know of these demons that torture you on malevolent hymns, you pray he never will. you know what you must do — you know the door to this vast, coffee painted bathroom only stands so many steps away from you, but it seems so far all the same and the distance is daunting and you’re too terrified to move. your lungs forget the taste of oxygen and become intoxicated on the poisonous lack thereof, your heart abandons you and runs wild through a plain of darkness and every nerve tangles around your spine like a snake whose fangs bury themselves deep inside your jugular. here you stand, frozen, naked; afraid and bare just as the day you were born, and it’s in this state — a gentle knock raps against the bathroom door, one, two beats that don’t dare to catch pace with your racing heart as he calls your name — that suguru finds you.

the shoji door slides open despite the cries of your heart for it to stay closed, and the thin bamboo frame exposes you mercilessly to the man who stands behind it. you take in the picture of him in front of you; watch his eyes first melt and a smile paint his lips, before his familiar visage turns to one of worry as he looks at you, truly looks at you and sees you, just as he’s always done. he sees your puffy eyes, stricken red by tears as salty as the dead sea; your lips which quiver with the frigidness of a harsh winter’s 4 am; your chest that shutters up and down, up and down, desperate for the mercy of air and, gods, you must look so pitiful, and you hate yourself for letting him see you this way.

“angel, what’s the matter?” suguru sounds as breathless as you feel and you can’t understand why, but you’re so desperate in this moment to let everything go. you’re so close to falling apart as his hurried steps close the distance and you want to reach out to him, to hold him and reassure him that you’re fine, ‘i’m fine,’ but the words are too heavy and your cross weighs down on your back like a vice. and beneath yellow fluorescence that shines like a cruel sun, you crumble as soon as his arms wrap around your naked body.

“oh, angel… it’s okay.” suguru holds you, hushes you as your body wrecks itself apart on childish cries, your voice broken on abandon as you sob into his chest. “shh, shhh… i’m here, (y/n)… i’m here. i’m right here…”

“m’— m’so sorry, suguru…!” your hands find purchase in the dark fabric he wears, holding so tightly as you apologize and beg for forgiveness. “m’so— sorry..! m’so sorryyy…!” cracks bend the pitch of your voice and turns you into the wounded little girl who’d only ever known how to cry. “you s-shouldn’t… y-you shouldn’t see m-me like this… m’ so sorry, suguru, m’sorry…!”

suguru’s arms wrap around you tightly as he pulls your face against his chest, his chin resting atop puffy curls and his palms spread against the flat of your back. “no, no, baby, no… you don’t need to apologize to me… you’re doing nothing wrong, it’s okay.”

you feel your snot and tears staining his shirt, the feeling so ugly to you that your body feels repulsed and you want to pull away lest you dirty him any further, and it’s as he senses your thoughts and he tightens his hold around you. each gentle hush pushes gently through every sob that racks your lungs as he gently cups the back of your head and pulls you closer into his chest, as if to tell you that he couldn’t care any less about his clothes being dampened by your tears. “there, baby girl, there,” he whispers against your hair, soft, patient, and loving. “take a deep breath for me, hm? in through your nose and out through your mouth.”

biting your lip in a weak attempt to control your sobs, you do as he says, and suguru repeats the action in sync with you as his heartbeat thuds against your ears, a gentle drumming noise that grounds you against the feeling of him being here, hands pressed against your skin, lips resting atop your head. “that’s it… just like that, angel. you’re doing good.” he praises you on a quiet whisper. “one more time, okay?”

just as he asks of you, you breathe once more, imploring your traitorous lungs to do as he desires, because he desires. for him, you let him show you how to breathe, and his scent washes over you on nodes of petrichor and rain washed mountains. you breathe, and abandon all else that isn’t him, clinging to him like a lifeline, for he keeps your head above violent waves and saves you, just as he always does.

“that’s it, (y/n)… thank you.” the hand that rests on your back comes to your chin, he tilts your face upwards so that you’ll look at him and gods, the sight of those brown eyes causes your head to spin. somehow, they’re wet and his dark lashes are lined with beautiful tears, and he looks at you so tenderly, so full of care, with affection in the place where you’d expected to see disdain. “you did so good for me.” he praises you with a soft kiss to your forehead, his cool breath ghosting against your skin. “so, so good. such a good girl for me.”

you sniffle and wrap your hands around his back, feeling the need to hide yourself from him so that those perceptive eyes won’t peer down at you any longer. you feel as if you should cover yourself lest he look at your broken form with such amour, because how can something so damaged ever dare to take so selfishly? “m sorry, suguru…”

yet again, you apologize, because you’re not sure what else you can do. shame is a bitter medicine on your tongue that you force down with a grimace, your throat locks around it and your body wants to refuse it. you’re too scared to meet his eyes and you worry that, this time — this time for sure, you’ll se disgust, hatred, the very same that looks back at you in your reflection. how could someone like you, after all, so fragmented and imperfect and so horribly ruined, ever meet those eyes and accept with your heart that he looks at you and loves you despite?

and yet again — time and time again, and again, and again — he does. his touch is compassionate against your right cheek when he guides your face upwards, and his lips, they’re merciful. merciful, and loving, and tender and all when he presses them to your puffed eyelids. his thumb, even the soft touch of it alone lights your skin along glowing embers as he uses it to caress your skin and he breathes — exhale, inhale — and you mimic him in the action, so, so desperate to taste his air.

“(y/n),” a whisper of your name that echoes against coffee painted walls, it sinks into your heart and holds it close. “angel, you don’t need to apologize to me.” his kisses, they’re eons of a love you’ve only ever dreamed of having, never enough, never enough are you to ever hope of being worthy, never daring of wanting, of having. “i’m here for you.” and his lips, they linger by your eyelids, where the salt of your tears leak like a faucet. “i’m here, and i always will be, okay? i’ll always be here. trust me, okay?”

ah, and there it is. that plea, so soft it would vanish had he spoken any quieter, and yet so resolute, as it his words were the creation of the universe itself. your brown eyes water and the tears run freely, collecting atop his palm where he kindly wipes them away. you can’t trust your voice, so you grasp on to his wrist and lean further into his touch, wishing, evermore praying that you’d never depart from it and you nod. you hope and beg to the gods that would listen, that your heart could perhaps sing her broken songs loud enough for him to hear, that her voice could carry through childlike sobs and that he’d understand. he does, he always does, and he smiles down at you and takes your lips with his in a show of devotion and worship that overpowers your every sense and paints pictures of a god and his devoted follower. and that god, you find through suguru’s lips, you find that she’s you. that she looks like you through his eyes, eternal and heavenly, with her hand stretched down from the heavens, and your devotee, him. a man that holds on to your viscage with so much reverence and adoration, touching you as if just the feel of you could grant him eternal life. he revers you with his kisses, with the touch or warm fingers that leave their mark in your bloodstream, where they dance between your veins and fill you up anew. he kisses you and devours each sweet plea of his name, each fragile cry, and he paints them across his skin on amour eterno.

“lemme take care of you tonight, angel.” geto’s lips are searing across yours, where the taste of your tears sit heavy on his tongue and you remind yourself to swallow lest your heart leaps into your throat. carefully, he guides you backwards, and he’s smiling at you, so lovingly, so tenderly — just as the touch of his hands and each kiss that flutters across your cheek. soon, the back of your legs hit the cold edges of the large bathtub, and you fear for a moment — a silly, fleeting moment, that you’d fall and you yelp, grasping on to his biceps and clinging for dear life, but suguru, he holds you firm, never wavering his grip around your hip and chuckling softly when you bump into his chest.

“i’ve got you angel,” he lays another kiss between your brow before he gently pushes you down, so that you now sit on the very edge of the bathtub. “here, lemme run you a nice warm bath, okay? just sit tight and wait for me right here — i’ll start gathering everything and i’ll make it just the way you like it.”

“suguru,” before you can stop yourself, your hand flies to grab hold of his wrist, stopping him before he can get too far. your eyes, they’re pleading up at him, and again, shame dances in your gut like terrible vise. “you don’t have to…” your head shakes, and your nails dig into his skin without you taking account of your actions, only yet feeling the desperation that wraps around your voice. “i don’t wanna… don’t wanna cause trouble for you after a long day.”

there’s a soft, soft exhale that falls from suguru’s lips, yet within that breath, you hear no malice or frustration, no hint of annoyance that you’d convinced yourself he must’ve been feeling. instead, he leans down, his weight balanced on his heels and he takes your hands in his, where his thumbs trace circles across your knuckles and his touch, evermore warm. his eyes, they resemble the deepest hour of midnight, so dark and enchanting and you, you’re enraptured beneath them, your fragile heart singing his praises and glory be.

“i want to.” he utters, and in those words are a promise untold. “it’s no trouble at all. trust me, hm?” endearingly, his head tilts to the side, little wisps of black hair slipping across his forehead as he leans forward and presses his face into the bare skin of your chest. your arms wrap around his shoulders, and your face buries atop his head where his black hair tickles your nose, and you sigh, relenting.

“okay…”

he hums softly before squeezing you tighter, for a second and then more, and he presses a soft kiss between the valley of your breasts as he pulls away and sets to work. he lets the bathtub fill with warm water, a beautiful golden bathbomb from your favourite store scattering glitters and bubbling up beneath the clear water. you watch him set alight the honey oatmilk and almond scented candle he knows you love the most, and sprinkles a few droplets of lavender and grapeseed oil into the bath before shutting the water off. he’s set everything up just the way you love, ever so considerate, ever so caring, and it warms your heart and brings new tears to your eyes because you can’t understand — how could he love you so?

“is the water okay?”

you lean into the hand pressed against your cheek, falling into the warmth he radiates between the orange candlelight and smile at him, humming. “mhm… will you join me?”

“of course my love.” he whispers as he presses a kiss against your temple. “here, lemme get undressed, why don’t you go ahead and get in?”

you do as he says, sliding your legs over the white porcelain to stick your feet into the bubbly water. it’s warm, and the glitter sticks to your brown skin like a thousand beautiful shards of gold, they paint themselves over your visage in the light of fluttering kaleidoscopes. taking a deep breath, you slide in, and let yourself be encompassed by the love you’ve been presented in act of service. and soon enough, suguru joins you too, completely bare and his hair tied up as he slides in behind you, where his hands pull you snug between his legs and against his chest.

“thank you, suguru…” you sigh as your head lulls back and falls into the crook of his neck. his hands, so firm, yet careful, rub circles into your hips, molding away at each tense muscle and you, helplessly, melt. “i’m sorry i’m making you take care of me like this… you must’ve had such a long day.”

behind you, suguru presses another kiss beneath your hairline, where his lips linger with his breath and his arms squeeze you tighter against him. “it’s no trouble, my love.” he reassures you softly, as your body softens and turns to putty within the sanctuary of his embrace. “you’re going through a hard time, i don’t want you to ever apologize for that.”

“but…” your words quiver on something you don’t understand, its weight on your throat like a noose that stops your breath. you’re scared to face the man behind you, yet the comfort his arms is so profound that you consider, maybe, he wouldn’t turn you away. and your eyes — those beautiful, brown eyes of gaia, earthly mother — they look up at suguru, your neck angled up, and you find glory in his smile. “i feel like i’m a burden… i don’t…” oh god, those eyes, they overwhelm and consume you just like the night sky, where within them your reflection shines back at you like the milky way — beautiful and enchanting, but god, how unworthy you feel. “i don’t have any right to make you worry for me…”

“oh, angel…” the water makes noise as suguru lifts his hand and his body shifts so that he can turn you to the side, wanting to look at you better, for you to look at him. his hand finds home on top of your cheek where his thumb caresses your skin, tracing little hearts as they trail down to your quivering lips. wistfully, he sighs, and there’s an aching there in his voice when he whispers,

“if only you could see yourself the same way that i see you. if you could see that you’re so worthy of love, so, so worthy and deserving, you’d never think of yourself as a burden. (y/n), i love you — even through these hard days and painful nights, i’ll never leave your side. the space you hold here in my heart,” with his other hand, he reaches up and pulls your palm flat against his chest, and there’s a gentle bum, bum, bum that sings to you amorous melodies. “you have every right to hold and stay here… never for a second doubt that, okay? you’re not a burden… loving you could never be a burden.”

when he kisses you, you break all over again.

between his lips, you taste the poems of old greece, songs written for persephone and aphrodite, legends of goddesses revered and worshipped. your world spins on the winters of agape as your mouth molds against his and your hands, they desperately wrap around his shoulders and knot into his hair, where your fingers tangle and pull apart his bun so that black tresses fall and tickle your skin. oh, how wonderfully your world spins — and how precious this kiss, the feeling of his body burning you on ravishing fires that you fear you’ll turn to nothing but ashes, ashes, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

“suguru…” breathlessly, you whimper his name like a prayer for salvation, your skin suddenly hot inside the cooling bath. your very bones ache for him, and yet, your feeble soul tells you you’re unworthy, unworthy. that you don’t deserve his love.

but suguru, he proves to you that you are more than worthy.

without ever parting your lips, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you onto his lap, fingers spread across your back before settling into the flesh of your hips. beneath his touch, you become all too aware of your imperfections, of the fat beneath your skin and the stretch marks raised like lines of a map. but before your heart withers, suguru holds you and pulls you back into him before you can fall too deep.

“you can’t begin to imagine,” his voice, so soft, so sweet, it rings in husks against the shell your ear where he nibbles and bites, the sensation of his tongue sending shockwaves down your spine and you grip him tighter, moaning. “how much i absolutely adore you. every part of you.” his teeth suckle and bite your neck, his tongue draws circles and his lips suck fresh bruises along every inch of you he can reach. “how i worship you… how i love you.”

his fingers dig into your flesh as he rocks his hips against you; squeezing, feeling, positively devouring. “every part of you. every inch of you…” he reaches one hand for your breast, swollen and matured with time, no longer perky, but so full and round. he moulds them in the palm of his hands, his fingers aptly pinching your engorged nipples and twisting so that you squeal and throw your head back on a cry of his name. “you’re a work of art… the height of renaissance — the very image of perfection.”

his words are astoundingly clear amidst the fog inside your mind. they enrapture you, stealing your breath on the very taste of eros, and it teaches you hunger beyond hunger, the heat between your legs pouring through every vein as his erection rubs between your plush thighs. perfection, he called you — the word a concept so far placed from you that you thought he might’ve been delusional. but those thoughts don’t dare stay with you for long before suguru pulls you back down to earth.

leaning forward, his hands guide you to by your soft and squishy hips to hover above his waist, legs spread wide and your eyes looking down at him. “fuck, (y/n), if only you could see yourself the way i see you…” your nails dig into the flesh of his back as he swipes his tongue over your brown nipples, sucking until the bud would be drowned in his spit and your nerves choking on pleasure. your knees nearly buckling out from beneath you, you whimper, breaths heavy and laboured, all as his lips continue to roll your nipple between them, his cheeks hollowing to take in more of you until your areola disappears into his warm mouth. “if only you could feel the love you give to me each and every day, you’d never think of yourself the way you do…”

the way he touches you makes your head spin, his lips take your soul apart and makes you forget up from down and the colours around you blur on senseless desire, adoration. his tongue, truly, it worships your brown skin, his fingers poking between your thighs until they find where you need him the most. wetness manifests in a slickness that differs from the waters surrounding you as he spreads your pussylips apart, only so lightly touching that it hurts on what you can only call wanton desperation, needing him to be inside you, to be close to you. for him to hold you and love you until you couldn’t take anymore.

“suguru…” you plead breathlessly as your hips rut and shift, bucking against his digits sliding over you. “please…! please… can’t take anymore, just hold me… please hold me…”

here you are before him, weak and vulnerable. within your watery eyes, suguru finds in them his name, his visage painted with the word of ‘surrender’ — and you surrender to him. everything that you ever were, and all that you are now, he sees the way you offer it all in the name of love, pleading, hoping that it’ll be enough. yet, oh, don’t you know? to him, who would take saturn from the sky and place him between your hands, you’re so much more than enough; instead, you’re everything — everything and more, ever yet, ever still.

leaning back, suguru guides you with his palm against his face, your body chasing the warmth of his as the waters turn cold. he kisses you, and the feeling, it’s as if it would last forever. invocations of psalms taste like your religion founded on love and agape, as old an eternal and never-ending as the stars across the universe. your hunger, he satiates it, and the pain of endless time, he consumes it and so carefully takes it apart until all that’s left is you and him, him and you, here and now. and finally, finally, finally — he lets you release those cries and amourous solicitations of his name as he enters you slowly.

“su— ” your legs clench around his waist and you sob, clinging on to him for dear life as your body collapses into his lap. “suguru…!” the feeling of his cock spreading you apart tastes like a drug that courses through your bloodstream, throbbing and taking you to the very depths of eternity. his skin burns so hot against you, palms splayed across your back to pull you in closer, closer and yet never enough, where his very soul tries to break through the barriers of flesh all to embrace your spirit. his lips trail wet kisses along your cheek to follow each glistening teardrop, anguish that flourishes into proclamations of warmth and ever growing fondness that form crystalline diamonds and pour themselves all across his tongue. his hips roll slowly, and he savours every ounce of you that you give, even the parts of you that you’ve tried to hide. every demon that’s haunted you, every ghost of pain and suffering and cruelty, he caresses them with his fingers and shows them love, beseeching and pleading that they’d let you see the extents he would go for you, even to the pits of hell if need be. for you, suguru would tear the world asunder and set it alight, so that you could paint this blank canvas with the warm and beautiful colours of your smile.

“i love you, (y/n)…” he vows as a man bent at the knee, you, his empress, a divine ruler who he could only dare to dream after. and yet, ever yet — here you are before him. so close, so intimate do your bodies entangle that he disregards all fear of blasphemy and unrighteousness as he tangles his hands at the nape of your neck and kisses you hungrily. his breaths trail the dark shadows whispered on the hateful words you’d spoken against yourself and rewrites their very chemistry, the bitter taste of “i’m not worthy,” ; “i’m not good enough,” ; “i’m a burden,” ; “i’m broken,” — they become the sweetness of summer’s nectarine, and become tender vows that he endeavours to sing to you, in this life time, in the next, and for all the ones that come hereafter.

“i love you… i’ll always love you. even during the days when you can’t love yourself. i’ll never stop loving you… i always will.”

the sound of his voice so close to your ear, it’s maddening, intoxicating, and yet it grounds you to him, urging you to entangle him and pull him in deeper as your walls wrap around him, craven and crying out each syllable of his name as you sink down on him over and over. “i love you too, suguru,” you whisper, breathless, truthful, and just like him, your declaration reaches heaven on the hymns that you’d always sing. “i love you, i love you… haah! i love you, suguru i love you…”

he presses his forehead and moans, gasping at the sensation of warmth that spills out of you on his cock. deep inside you, he wants to stay forever, determined to make his home between your legs, for his heart to rest with yours and yours alone. until he could no longer tell where you end and where he begins, yearning to become one with you in every sense of the word. and god, he feels himself reaching his limit as he burrows deep inside you, ever so greedy for that sweet release only you could give him. “fuck, (y/n)… i’m close, i’m so close…”

“me too…” you exhale heavily, you own climax building slow, yet threatening to tip you into oblivion all the same. you grind against him until his tip hits your deepest point, pressing against your cervix and threatening to go even further still. “‘m almost there suguru, i promise… don’t stop yet, ‘m gonna be there with you, ‘m almost there… please…”

your words pour over him like molten sugar and suguru feels his hunger roll over him like a gentle tide, tempting him to take you over and over until time becomes nothing but a myth. until he’d become your past, present and future, and until his name would reach the divine as a declaration for the woman after his heart.

he doesn’t release his hold on you as he shifts to his knees, his chest only parts from you for a moment (but god, how empty it feels for that short moment) as he pushes your back against the far corner of the bath, water splashing around your bodies as he leans over you and presses his lips against yours. he angles his hips and pushes into you over and over, making sweet love to you and taking every sugary cry of his name from right out of your mouth. and those beautiful, lonely stars in the sky, they’d forever sing the story of your bodies uniting as finally, you fall apart together, of the euphoria that spread through your veins and across your skin like magnificent galaxies. he cums inside of you, filling your quivering hole to the very brim as your own release milks him for everything he has, breathless beneath him and devouring every gasp of your name that touches your swollen lips.

the bathroom walls blur, the feeling of the water around him vanishes, and in the end, all that’s left is you. his beautiful heart, famished and weary, and your loving eyes that behold him as if he were your deity. a smile spreads across his lips, and though his body is worn, his soul delights in your visage, tasting elation like a sweet wine as he embraces you, gentle and mindful, for how precious you are that he holds you with utter care and tenderness.

“i love you, (y/n)” he whispers against your neck, where the warmth of your heart reaches him in each pulse he tastes. he doesn’t see it, but he feels you smiling, and melts within your hold as you wrap your arms around his back.

“i love you, suguru… thank you… thank you for loving me.”

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revivemyreverie · 11 months

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“Sorry! We’re no longer seeing clients… but if you’re really that desperate, then just find me at the bar~

Twisted from: Ursula’s Necklace

Allegra Mahalath

アーレグラー・マハラス

CV: Tetsuya Kakihara (柿原徹也)

Technical Info.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Demisexual

Birthday: 07/22

Age: 19

Height: 167 cm (5’6)

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Gold

Hand Pref.: Left

Homeland: Sea of Dreams

College Info.

Year: 2nd

Class: 2D Set 19

Club: Light Music

Favorite Subject: Conjuration

Other.

Hobby: Doll-collecting

Likes: Orchestral Music

Dislikes: Hand cramps

Favorite Food: Wakame Salad

Hated Food: Fried Crab

Specialty: Lip Reading

UM: Dear Vanessa

Can temporarily steal a person’s personality, adopting their way of thinking, acting, speaking, and memory to a T. Their victim, however, is left in a state akin to a doll.

A Shell-like Dagger

TW: Self-harm

Long ago, when Witches still traveled the world, there was a hermit crab with a single wish: to love and perform with the princess of a nearby kingdom. Her voice enchanted him so, and when she sang he’d crawl upon the highest boulder just to hear. One day, he overheard she was to be wed to a prince with fiery red hair. Jealousy overtook him, and in that envy he sought out the magic of a Witch who lived in a nearby cove.

“Please, grant me my wish!” The creature begged. “Turn me human so I can marry the princess. This grotesque form would never win her heart!”

“Little crab, are you sure you know what you’re doing?” The witch asked. “There is a spell I can use, but it comes at a dangerous cost. And only fools believe they can win someone over with nothing but a few meager attempts.”

Then it is a fool I must be!” He proudly stated. “Here, take my shell as proof of my effort.”

The witch sighed, but could not give up a trade. She soon crafted the spell and a peculiar golden knife.

“I can turn you human, but only for 3 weeks lest you die. In case all fails, take this dagger and rob the princess of her heart.”

“How horrible!” He exclaimed. “Why would I do such a thing!?”

“Worry not, little hermit crab, this dagger does not kill, but merely takes the core of a mortal soul. It is this, the soul’s love and emotion, that I need to turn you back.” He thanked the witch and drank the potion in a hurry.

Despite his skin feeling like a shell half his size and his hands stabbed by a hundred needles, he continued his way to the castle. With his newly ravishing human looks, and elegant rhythm as he played the violin, the hermit crab charmed many of the kingdom’s residents.

And yet, the princess was not one of them.

No matter how long he played, nor the celebrations he attended, she never looked the small crab’s way. Even when he created a tune just for her, she thanked him and sent him away. Yet, even as his hands felt like bleeding every time he played, he continued on.

But when the 3 weeks came and went, and the hermit crab was asked to perform at the wedding, only then did he finally feel regret.

So on the night before the ceremony, he shuffled back to the cove, dagger in hand. While the pain and despair swallowed him whole, the witch merely glared.

“See? Only fools make such wishes, and they always come to regret it.” She scoffed. “Now hurry and bring me that heart before it’s too late.”

The crab bit his lip, tears running down his face.

“I don’t want to die, yet I don’t want to transform back into such a hideous thing. But most of all, I don’t want to feel any of this pain anymore.”

The creature took the dagger and thrust it into his own chest, carving out his heart and presenting it to the now-horrified witch.

“So please. Take my heart, I don’t need it anyways.”

The next page is blank…looks like this tale was never finished.

#GET CRABED #Allegra Mahalath #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #character profile #octavinelle

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no1heyyyyyyyy · 6 months

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Ambessa's tastes

This is really just her likes and dislikes in regards to clothes, smells/scents, music, television/movies, food etc.

Due to her privilege, money, and power- Ambessa can easily enjoy the finer things in life and so in terms of music I see her really enjoying opera She really likes the opulence of it all, the outfits, storylines, makeup, the sheer technicality of opera singing I think she’d also like classical- specifically string instruments like the cello or bass. I think she’d like the deep, low sounds of those instruments more than the sometimes shrillness of a violin She probably also thinks that piano is quite pretty, because of the sheer range it has I think she’d find knowing how to play an instrument (especially an orchestral one) to be very beautiful, and is something that may get her to be more interested in someone in a romantic or sexual sense

In regards to Ambessa’s taste in food, I think it’s quite clear from the show that she likes seafood I also see her as someone who really appreciates a nice steak, she’d like it more rare as well She’d be alright with chicken, but it’s not her favorite. She doesn’t quite like the texture For vegetables I think she would want something that isn’t too overpowering because I personally think that she would love spicy food and seasoning in general She loves a home cooked meal as well (she finds cooking to be a very sensual experience to watch). Especially after a baths

I think she’s one of those people that is so used to spicy food that it barely even registers to her anymore She’s more of a taste person. If it tastes bad she won’t go near it, but if the taste is alright but the texture is off, then she can live with whatever is put in front of her I think that she quite likes savory things as well and has a love-hate relationship with sweets However I do believe that she loves fruit. So much, especially island fruits, she just gives me the vibes that she would love to have a partner hand-feed her fruits dipped in a rich dark chocolate

For clothing she quite likes soft, natural fabrics. Nothing too restricting, and with darker colors. For those reasons she does not ever wear dresses (also because she does not like them) She strives for comfort always, but she still makes sure she looks presentable and feels good in her clothes I think at home she wears glasses. Ambessa is my love, but she is also an old lady who’s vision probably isn’t what it used to be. She’d wear thick black square frames At a ball, or gala- essentially any fancy event where she can’t wear her regular get-up, she’d be wearing an immaculately tailored suit (most likely three piece with no tie) It would be either charcoal gray or black, but the button down would be a burgundy or dark red of some sort

She’d wear an expensive gold watch and a chain slightly tucked into her collar Her shoes would be expensive leather boots (think those boots all the Peaky Blinder boys wear) in either a dark brown or black No makeup except for her dark red lipstic For casual wear she’d like something soft like cotton or linen wide leg pants, something that doesn’t make her feel trapped, that she can move around in She would wear house slippers, and insist her guests do as well (if it’s a personal meeting) Ambessa is a classy lady who doesn’t like people ruining her nice rugs She’d put her hair up, with silk ponytail holders (if you know, you know), because she may be old but she would strike down God himself if she began to lose her hair I think she would enjoy soft sweaters in the house, especially when she’s snuggling with her dogs (she has big doggies, dobermans, rottweilers, german shepherds etc.)

For television and movies I think that she’d love trashy television series I know that she would be obsessed with The Real Housewives or something really trashy like Jersey Shore She would eat that shit up, constantly shaking her head at their stupidity, yelling at the tv with her dogs laying on her chest as her mouth is wide open at the shenanigans of dumbass rich people For films she would love a good film noir, or a murder mystery/whodunnit type situation, because she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from screaming out who the killer is She would have a notebook out acting like she’s playing CLUE instead of watching a movie in the dark with her dogs

I think she would also really like witty chick flicks (Heathers, Jawbreaker, Mean Girls, etc.), she’d like the dark humor and fun plot She would absolutely go see Barbie. She would love it, not for the humor but just the message- she wouldn't show it on her face but she would be deeply impressed with the film for both empowering and putting words to the feeling so many women (and women aligned/GNC/trans/nb/AFABs and more) have She would hate Oppenheimer. She would’ve left by the middle, she would’ve been so bored

She also would like Psychological Horror, but not the conventional slasher flicks, she wants nuance and meaning to her movies (she’s bougie as shit) She would really like Silence of the Lambs, Joker, American Psycho, Misery, Candyman (I know it’s technically a slasher, but I think she’d love it anyway), Hereditary, Midsommar, Gerald’s Game, mother! (she would have gotten so angry she would have had to watch the movie in thirty minute parts on different days) For scents, I think she likes things that are earthy and grounding, balsam, musk, peppercorn, cinnamon (only a little bit though), patchouli, cardamom, sandalwood, a bit of rosemary She isn’t a huge fan of candles, she likes diffusers more I think her natural scent is very neutral and can go well with a lot of things, but I think smells or sprays that would go best with her were would be woody with smells from pine, leather, tiny bit of lavender, bergamot, lemon grass, amber, cedarwood, musk, etc. Her sweat smells more neutral too, it’s a little sharp and musty, but it’s mostly undetectable to most

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gakusbearemoji · 8 months

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Niki x Reader- Bench

You stood in the girls locker room, just seconds after your class ended. Changing your clothes makes you feel like you almost did something other than play on your white Nintendo DS all period under the poorly cleaned bleachers.

Your Nintendo was barely white from how dirty it is, putting off washing it every night because there was always something else more important to do. After you changed your clothes back to an oversized t-shirt and some jeans, you left the room, trying to avoid the almost poisonous smell of perfume.

It was the last period of the day. Finally, you would be able to go home and clean your Nintendo. Well, after you did your homework...and your laundry. Don't forget your chores either. Anyway, you pulled out your pen and tried to save your game before the bell rang so you could swiftly exit. But it's you.

Why wouldn't something go wrong in the middle of such a small action?

A tall figure bumped into you, pushing you into the padded wall behind you. You closed your eyes in anticipation of hearing erupting laughter, instead hearing shoes squeaking against the gym floor and a whistle blowing. You opened your eyes, seeing a tall blonde boy in front of you. His brown eyes seemed to be filled with concern.

Not for you, of course. He bent over, picking up your Nintendo DS along with it's stylus. When he bent over, you noticed his blonde hair was pulled back into a tiny ponytail. Cute, you thought, almost forgetting how angry you were. "Good news and bad news?" He whispered lowly, his face pink with embarrassment. "You and your stylus are okay. But I may or may not have cracked your screen."

Instead of looking at your cracked device first, you looked at the tall boy in disbelief. He was wearing a nervous toothless smile, his eyes in a squint. "I'm so sorry, I should've been more careful." You noticed how the boy avoided eye contact, finally showing his teeth with a nervous chuckle. Wow. His voice was deep for his age.

You couldn't feel nowhere near as mad now, half because of how tired you were, and the other half because of how cute the boy was. Finally you looked at your Nintendo, the screen cracked and glitching.

As much as you wanted to beat up the taller boy, you've learned to choose your battles carefully. This fight you would definitely lose. "It's fine. It was obviously an accident. You owe me a DS, though." The tall blonde nodded, sighing in relief. "I thought you were gonna swing on me. Ni-ki is my name, by the way." "Oh trust me! I thought about it. Y/N." You both giggled off the earlier incident.

Annoyingly, the bell rang. You turned around to pick up your bag and leave, only to feel your wrist being pulled back. "Wait!" He shouted, you hearing his voice crack. You turned around, looking up at the blonde. "Maybe you could stay until practice is over. That way I won't forget to get your DS."

Checking your watch, you realized maybe it wouldn't hurt. Or maybe maybe you secretly wanted to watch Ni-ki play basketball. Either way, you agreed and claimed your seat on the floor behind the hoop. Mourning your broken DS, you pulled out your notebook to study for your upcoming math exam.

Honestly, it was the reason you were stressed and tired right now. A lot of stress had been placed on you to pass, being someone who usually never fails. Not wanting to remember your expectations, you closed your math book. You heard a whistle blow, noticing a ball bouncing near you, pushing it back onto the court. You turned over with your notebook in hand, sliding it back into your bag.

Looking up, you noticed Ni-ki's face was beet red with anger. You quickly removed your earbuds from your ears, hearing a shouting match between Ni-ki and a shorter boy. "See Jake, this is why you should stick to violin! Because that's obviously the only thing you'll ever be good at. At least Nicholas can do a layup."

The shorter brunette's face changed from an offended one to a sad expression. "Low blow, dude." A slightly taller silver haired boy mumbled, the coach angrily stomping up to Ni-ki. "Nishimura Riki. Take a walk." Ni-ki furrowed his eyebrows. "Don't call me that name. It's Ni-ki and Ni-ki only." His statement

"Take. A. Walk. Before I bench you the rest of the season." Ni-ki let out a loud yell, everyone in the gym going quiet. "Bench me! Bench me then, but you know we'll lose every single game if I'm not on that court." You stood up, putting your things into your bag. Quickly, you scurried towards Ni-ki on the court.

"Ni-ki, uh are you okay?" You quietly whispered so that only he could hear. "Am I OKAY? Do I look okay right now?" He shouted in response, swinging his arm back and pushing you onto the gym floor. All you remembered was your vision slowly closing in and panicked shouts of people around you.

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Ni-ki stared at your body on the floor of the gym. "Sh!t. Y/n? Are you okay?" Ni-ki kneeled to your side, Jake snickering. "I don't know, Ni-ki. Does she look okay right now?" The coach gave Jake an annoyed look, making him apologize. "She's not responding! Coach, can you call an ambulance?" The coach rushed to his phone, the rest of the team just staring at your body. "Nicho. Don't just sit there and look stupid! Grab me some water and a towel."

Nicholas complied, rolling his eyes. "What happened to please and thank you." Nicholas shouted from the locker room door, making Ni-ki grunt and focus back on you. He was 95% positive he just murdered you with his elbow. "No, you're alive. People don't die that easily, right? Yeah, right! You're just knocked out."

Nicholas returned, a rolled up towel in one hand and some water in the other. Ni-ki lifted your head, placing the towel under your head. He softly kissed your forehead, sighing and holding your hand. "I'm super sorry Y/N. First I break your game console and then I knock you out. I hope you don't hate me when you wake up." Ni-ki stepped away, rushing into the locker room to collect his things and throw on a hoodie and some shorts.

The ambulance rushed into the gym, pulling out a stretcher to put you on. Ni-ki put on your bag, embracing how it smelled like your perfume. As they carried you out, Ni-ki followed the paramedics. "Is she gonna be okay?" Ni-ki questioned, watching as they lifted you into the back of the ambulance. He took a quick deep breath, annoyed by the fact he was being ignored.

"I need to make sure she's gonna be alright." A female paramedic turned around, a soft smile on her face. "I get you're worried. You need to calm down, though. Your friend will be alright." "Yeah. I need to come with her." The paramedic looked around. "Do your parents-" "They wouldn't care. Please. I-I'm worried for my girlfriend." Ni-ki's cheeks were flushed red.

Why did he say girlfriend? You're not his girlfriend. Well, for however long until you get discharged from this hospital you are now. "Ah. Makes sense. You can come, just promise that you'll let your parents know." Ni-ki nodded faster than he ever had before, gently climbing into the ambulance next to you.

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Your eyes slowly opened, hearing the beeping of a heart rate monitor. The florescent lights above you almost convinced you to shut them back, but you didn't. Only for one reason. You noticed Ni-ki dozing off on the backless bench to your left. "Ni..ki? Ni-ki!" You weakly called his name, his head immediately perking up.

"You're awake!" Ni-ki rushed to your side, panting happily. He rushed to grab the remote, pressing the call for help button and speaking in. "She-she's awake." He dropped the remote, squeezing you tightly. "I can't believe it!" The nurse walked in, checking your vitals with a teasing smile directed at Ni-ki. "Baby, you've been unconscious for...almost a month now."

You squinted your eyes in confusion. Baby? A month? Wait- Baby? "A whole month, wow." You slowly spoke, deciding you'd address it later in private. "And your handsome little boyfriend was here every single day to check on you." Ni-ki turned his head away from you, not wanting you to see his red face. You smiled, grabbing and squeezing Ni-ki's hand. "Every day?"

Ni-ki chuckled, squeezing your hand even tighter. "Something like that. Hey, I got you something." He pulled out a rectangular box, you gasping as he slowly lowered it into your hands. "This wouldn't happen to be a Nintendo DS would it?" You tilted your head to the side, Ni-ki smiling wide with his teeth. "Maybe." You squinted your eyes once again. "Hey, you got your braces off!"

Ni-ki quickly tried to change the subject, pushing the box towards you again. "This isn't about me right now. It's about you." You opened the box, coming face to face with a pristine white Nintendo DS with a nice stylus. You also noticed he had added a game in there, Pokémon Black and White.

You closed the box back and placed it next to some flowers he had brought you a while back, leaning in to hug Ni-ki. The nurse left the room to grab you some water, Ni-ki pulling away from you. "Sorry about the whole...dating thing. I panicked a while back and said we we're dating." You scooted to the right, tapping the bed and inviting Ni-ki to sit to your left.

"I didn't mind." Ni-ki sat down, looking out the window for a minute of awkward silence. "So, you didn't mind like you're not mad at me? Or you didn't mind like you don't mind us dating." Ni-ki was nervously pulling on his hoodie strings, making you giggle. "Well, I'm not opposed to us dating sometime in the future."

Ni-ki accepted that as an answer, you picking up your renewed DS and putting in the game card. The nurse returned with your water, you and Ni-ki sitting next to each other for the rest of the night and playing games together until you dozed off in each others arms.

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