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wizkiddx · 3 years

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your voice

angsty vibe, requested by @hollandlover19 than you for th rq and hop this doesn't disappoint too much :)))

summary: tom says something so stupid and has to deal with the consquences

warnings: a bit angsty, but ends in fluff! argumnts and raising voices, I guess could be associated with panic attacks tho not written with that intention

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“Oh, Y/n er sorry.” Harrisons morning dulcet tones were what you were awoken to with a groan.

Everything was achy, and your head was pounding, making you grumble in discontent as you shifted uncomfortably on the technically too-small-to-sleep-on sofa.

This was not the morning you’d foreseen even 12 hours ago.

Lockdown had been difficult for everyone, even removing the tragic health crisis. Being locked in with your boyfriend and his brothers and friends was, for the most part, amazing. Lots of laughs, lots of beers and lots of quality time that you usually didn’t get. But it was also intense.

Without a doubt, since you first got together, this was the longest time you’d ever had with Tom. And it had been brilliant, your relationship getting so much closer and just learning the subtlest intricacies about the other. In fact, when lockdown had been announced, you’d never lived together (the most a week-long holiday).

Though it was also like a pressure cooker, Toms rented house. When one of you were in an understandable but stubborn lousy mood, it affected the whole house.

Yesterday night had been the perfect storm. The weather was unbelievably scorching; your work had announced that they had to let some staff go because of the financial implications of the pandemic; a ‘mole’ had released personal details of your relationship.

And it was like a pot on the stove; everything went from controllable to violently boiling over in a matter of minutes.

Honestly, you didn’t even know why you had started arguing - it was that pathetic. And yet you’d both said pretty horrible stuff - though it was Tom who had crossed the line. Frankly, the way he’d spoken to you was almost unforgivable.

You’d both known instantly too, all his anger at you had immediately evaporated when he’d realised what he had said. It took no time for him to become a grovelling apologetic mess, however even that- it was already too late.

It might sound feeble, but honestly, you’d run and locked yourself in the downstairs loo. You’d cried on the inside- whilst from the other side of the door, he had been begging and pleading with you.

After an hour though, Tom finally gave up - hence why you’d had a pretty uncomfortable night on the sofa.

This brings it back to Harrison, the early riser of the house, barrelling into the living room after his morning run. All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, except also slightly terrified looking as he stood awkwardly in the doorway.

“I’m up now” You sighed, dragging yourself into a sitting position on the sofa whilst massaging your crooked neck.

“You er…. you fell asleep watching the TV?” Rolling your eyes, you sighed at the blonde, even if his poor acting was a little entertaining.

“Are we both pretending that you don’t know what went down last night?” Of course, Harrison knew. The walls were thin, you’d been screaming and he was Tom’s best friend. No doubt, Tom had immediately gone to him for help and advice last night.

Harrison held his hands up in response, caught in the act, and clicked his tongue. “What he said was bad. You shouldn’t be the one ending up with the sore back.” He wasn’t wrong.

“And yet here I am…” With a sigh you smiled which he returned with a sickeningly empathetic one “Anyway, don’t let my sad self get in the way, did you come in here for anything?”

Now, because Harrison was mentally a five year old, that’s how you ended up sat crossed-legged on the floor, clutching a wii remote and angrily shouting at yoshi on the mariokart screen. The whole household was competitive as hell and you were no exception - so some rouge elbows were flying when he viciously knocked you off the track.

Slowly Harry and Tuwaine filtered in and picked up remotes too, so the quiet morning was very quickly switched into a tense atmosphere of yelps and shouts. None more so than Tuwaine, who was possibly the worst looser you had ever met.

Really, you knew all the boys were only doing this as there way of showing you they were with you. That they also thought Tom was a massive raging dickhead. And you appreciated it more than they would ever know. Locked down in Toms house, very much not mutual ground, having three stupid boys behind you meant everything.

Just as you got on to the 18th and final race of the house’s mario grand prix, another voice cut across the tense silence as you waited for the coutdown to turn into ‘go’. Naturally, you flipped round to see Tom, looking as though he literally just rolled out of bed with puffy eyes and messy hair and no top. The sight made your heart flutter, to the point you had to consciously check yourself - refusing to smile softly at him like you usually would, instead narrowing your eyebrows and looking back at the TV.

Tom had so desperately hoped that when he came down this morning, everything would be better. That all it’d take would be a quiet conversation for the two of you to make up - for him to have you in his arms again. Primarily as he had heard your excited laugh echoing through the halls in reactions to Tuwaines yelps of protests - it made him hopeful. Waking up to a cold and empty bed was almost soul-crushing this morning. He did not want it to ever happen again.

Which is why his heart sank so much when all you gave him was a scolding look, before turning your attention to the TV. Admittedly, he was naive to think that what he’d done last night would be an easy fix - he knew it too. So with dropping shoulders, Tom silently took a seat on the sofa, watching from afar. You spent the rest of the race more absent, not joining in with the Harrison or Harrys trash-talking, acutely aware of Tom’s eyes burning the back of your head.

Then came Harry’s celebrations as the overall winner (only just) and when Harrison suggested another game Tom piped up again.

“Give me a turn Harry.”

The three boys kneeling next to you all stiffened, looking immediately to you for what seemed like consent - as if they were engaging with the enemy. (At least it was good to know everyone was on your side).

“I’m gonna go prepare for my meeting anyway.” You spoke quietly, already placing the remote on the floor and standing up.

“Y/n I don’t mind swappin-“

“No. Thanks, H but no.” You weren’t being selfless and giving Tom a turn. You were running away from seeing him.

And Harrison was still really angry at Tom. He’d been so selfish and insensitive and had hurt you- someone who Haz also cared a lot about too. Yes Tom was his bestmate, that he’d grown up with and known for years - but Haz really liked you too, in fact all the boys did. So they were almost as pissed with Tom as you were.

So while you threw the cushion you were sat on back on the floor, Harrison shot Tom the filthiest look and practically shooed him away.

“come on Y/n … just one more? Then you can do your boring work.” You were about to refuse when Haz tilted his head toward the door, only then noticing that Tom had slipped out the room. Now that he was gone ,yes, just one more wouldn’t hurt. The meeting prep wasn’t time pressured; it was an excuse for an escape.

Tuwaine whooped a little when you nodded, planting back down and ready for the first race. Yet apart from that, the room was still a little awkward, you being the first to break the silence.

“Actually Haz, would you mind giving me a lift today?”

“What to the shops?

“Um no not quite.” Tuwaine laughed in his usual innocent and infectious style before asking more.

“Seriously? You know we’re locked down? Boris won’t be happy if you going mad and leaving the house.”

“Just to Y/f/n’s. She lives on her own so it’s legal.”

“She lives just down the road right? Can’t you walk?” Harry was confused, making him look away from the screen, ultimately leading to his ‘diddykong’ falling off the track.

“I’ll have my bags. I um… I think I’m going to stay with her till lockdown eases more.”

As soon as you said that, Harry pressed pause on the race, all three boys looking at you mouth-opened.

“For real?”

“Yeh I um… think me and Tom need some time apart and being locked in isn’t helping.”

“I’m not saying to forgive and forget what he said… but he is really sorry.”

“The twats literally kicking himself.” Tuwaine added, making you smile a little for calling Tom that.

“I know just… I need some space and-“

“Are you breaking up?” Harry almost announced, cutting you off. He would miss you too.

“No! Nono I … well I don’t know. I just- we both need this.”

The boys all nodded, looking at the floor for a moment before Harrison’s blue eyes were back on you.

“Course I’ll drive, but… but I’ll miss you.”

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You’d left merely an hour later, whilst Tom was holed up in the garden doing what looked like an almost unbearable work out. It meant he was also out your hair and you could throw all your stuff into two suitcases without him being any the wiser. It was probably pretty cowardly to leave without speaking to him, but you couldn’t. It would hurt too much and you didn’t want to break down in front of him. No doubt as soon as you had got to Y/f/n you did - into a blubbering mess of tears - but Tom hadn’t seen so it was okay.

Speaking of. Tom.

Tom was not in a good way at all. He’d been trying really hard to curb his’ short fuse’ lately- all of which had been well and truly blown in the past 4 hours. After finally being realised from meetings, which he’d not been able to concentrate on anyway, Tom had mentally prepared himself for a lot of grovelling. Once he’d vaguely hunted the house and not found you there, he naturally asked Harry and Tuwaine (both of whom were in the living room) if they’d seen you around.

It was a typical question, the answer he was expecting was that you’d just gone on your daily walk. And yet the response he got was… well a lot more confusing. Harry’s eyes widened whilst T did his awkward-uncomfortable chuckle, the two locked in an intense bout of eye contact. It was as though they were arguing with each, but through the powers of telekinesis... and it put Tom on edge. He was already stressed because you were so angry with him, so not getting a clear answer out of his brother and best mate - lets just say it tested his patience.

“You two need to tell me what the hell is going on right now.”

The two boys both looked panicked to speak to him, which was the opposite of the usual situation. They were some of the ONLY people in his life that would just say it how it is, no sugar coating. Like if he was away and being ‘famous’ was getting to his head; or if he wore the wrong pair of jeans. Even yesterday evenings events, they’d both called him out on what he’d said to you.

So why the silence?

Eventually, it was Harry who spoke up, but in doing so, practically just waved all responsibility on to another innocent party.

“Ask Haz.”

And then Tom knew. He knew this was bad. Immediately his heart was pumping at an alarmingly fast rate, taking the stairs two at a time and not bothering to knock before bursting the door open.

“Where’s Y/n?”

Harrison was reclined back on his haphazardly made bed, laptop balanced on his lap as he looked up with a sigh. He’d known this conversation was coming, but it didn’t make it any less easy. With a sigh, Haz closed the lid of his MacBook and sat up on the bed.

“Tom just-“

“Where. Is. She.”

“She’s gone to Y/f/n’s.”

“Oh… okay.” Suddenly Tom’s voice was muted, thinking he might’ve blown his top at nothing. This wasn’t weird - Y/f/n was in your support bubble and you went to hers often.

Tom was grossly underestimating the situation - and Harrison heard didn’t fancy stringing him along though.

“No like gone. She um… she took all her stuff. I think she’s going to stay there till-“

Tom was already out his room at that point, slamming the door as he did so. Making a beeline for his own room, Tom then frantically started to pull out the draws and rummage around the shelves, confirming what he already knew. Your clothes were gone, your toothbrush and toiletries were gone, you were gone.

It’s important to note Tom didn’t really cry all that much. Or if he did - it was more inconsequential, at a sad movie or one of the rescue dog stories from battersea. Actually, when it came down to it, he didn’t really cry.

Now though, it was impossible to ignore the burning of his eyes, as he sank down onto the bed that now felt twice the size. With ragged breath, he repeatedly fisted his eyes, not actually letting the tears fall - but it was impossible to not acknowledge their presence. Harrison stood wordlessly at the door frame, knowing it best not to interrupt - whilst at the same time knowing Tom shouldn’t be left alone. There was a delicate balance between the two, which he was walking on a knife-edge on right now.

After a short while, Tom looked up with red eyes and nodded at Harrison, effectively granting him entrance. With a sigh once again, Haz moved and sat next to Tom on the bed, clasping his hands together nervously.

“She said you both just needed a break from each other. Think lockdown and everything was just a bit too intense.” Haz had tried to explain, yet it seemed Tom had only managed to lock onto one of the first words.

“A break? Or breaking up?”

“I uhm… she didn’t explicitly say ending things. But I just… I don’t know to be honest mate.”

“You see the way she looked at me this morning? Like she hated me. Wouldn’t even acknowledge that I was there.”

“I don’t know what to say… she needs time and space I think.” Tom was silent for a beat, shaking his head as he cradled his forehead.

“I hate the fact you and my girlfriend are on better terms than I am.” Anddd his voice was back to scathing.

“I’m not on anyones side. But your both my friends and she… she needed some time.”

With that, Harrison made a quick exit out, getting Harry to take over the Tom supervision.

Ever since the atmosphere in the house had been tense. To say Tom was highly strung was an understatement, particularly towards Harrison. Deep down he was thankful Haz was looking out for Y/n: he was glad that Haz was checking she was okay. It’s not like Tom could, because Y/n was refusing to answer his calls, texts, whatsapps, even the slip of paper he’d slipped under Y/f/n’s door in the middle of an especially dark night.

So it was good to know Y/n was okay, but the fact she was going on socially distanced walks with the rest of his housemates was rubbing salt in the wound.

After a week and a half of complete radio silence on your end Tom had utterly worn down. He didn’t have the emotional capacity to be angry anymore, he was just tired. Tired of missing you with every breath, tired of the ten-tonne weight of guilt pressing on his chest, fucking exhausted with being angry at Haz and Harry and Tuwaine.

The best thing in his life and one of the very limited opportunities was quality time with the people he loved more than anything else. He had ruined it all.

And it was the small things. It was waking up to your soft, whispered voice in the morning; it was your infectious giggle when he surprised you with a hug from behind and gentle kisses to your neck; it was your quiet singing in the shower. Especially when he knew Haz, Harry and Tuwaine were all still seeing you and laughing with you. It hurt like hell.

Which is how he ended up hesitantly knocking on Harrison’s bedroom door at half eleven at night, with his tail between his legs. Having been so uber-healthy all lockdown, Haz was already in bed following his sleep cycle, though for Tom right now- he would be awake.

“I’m um… I’m sorry I’ve been a knob. There’s no excuse of anything I’ve just… I’ve been a knob.”

“You’re not wrong.” Harrison nodded in agreement with a sly smile, motioning for Tom to come into the room, after which he perched on the edge of the bed.

“I just… I need to speak to her but I… I don’t want to push her if she’s still hurting and I…”

“You absolutely promise not to blow your fuse? Because she couldn’t handle that.” Tom’s eyes widened, thinking this would be a much harder pitch than how it seemed to be going.

“Yesyesyes i- I promise. I just, I feel broken you know? Even if all I get is the time to say sorry, I-I really need to.”

Harrison released a deep breath, nodding slowly before throwing the covers off himself. Tom watched all his movements with a curious gaze, silently sitting as Haz pulled on a hoodie, then socks too.

“Well? Let’s go.”

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Now, what Tom had not in the slightest bit been prepared for was this to happen tonight. Really, he hadn’t even thought Harrison would agree to let him talk to you… and even if he had, Tom not in hell thought it’d be at 11:30 that evening.

His heart was thundering in his chest, trying to hurriedly script how on earth he was going to apologise meaningfully to you - as him and Haz walked the short distance to your friends house. Honestly the whole situation was peculiar to Tom - finding it hard to believe that if you weren’t to answer his texts you wouldn’t be open to an in person conversation.

What Tom didn’t know, was how you’d been texting Haz at a similar point of desperation. You weren’t happy and even given everything Tom had said and acted - you missed your boy. No matter how infuriating he could be when trapped 24/7 - you’d quickly learnt this was the only way you wanted to spend these weird times.

So yes, Tom’s best friend knew you were hardly sleeping either, but needed that little push to interact with you boyfriend. No doubt, you’d still be awake to answer the door.

Once he’d arrived at the apartment block and walked up the stairs to the right floor, it still took some prodding and pushing from Harrison to get Tom to knock on the door. Plainly, because he was shitting himself. Haz hadn’t given him enough pre warning, enough time to work it all out in his head. So it took another encouraging nod from Harrison for him to knock on the slightly rough-round-the-edges flat door.

Y/f/n was single and young, starting her career in Kingston - so the flat she could afford was modest at best. When it was just occupied by a single person, that was manageable - two was a push. You’d only been living with her for a week and a few days but it was enough to know this flat was not ideal for two people in lockdown. You were already stepping on each others toes. It also wasn’t technically legal to move households but Y/f/n had always been in your support bubble as a single household otherwise. And so there was also a layer of guilt to it all.

Naturally then, sharing a bed with someone who wasn’t Tom meant you just were not sleeping. Even if you had both gone to bed early (just to kill some hours in the day) you were still wide awake at quarter to twelve - when a timid knock echoed through the minuscule apartment. Curiosity peaked at who the hell would be calling now; you silently slipped out of bed, managing to not disturb Y/f/n, and closed the bedroom door.

Now you weren’t an idiot. Even though this was southwest london, hardly the capital for crime, Y/f/n lived in a dodgy building with some questionable characters. And it was midnight. Hence why you approached the situation cautiously, tiptoeing to the door and waiting with your ear pressed against the wood.

“I told you she wouldn’t answer!”

“She will! Might just be in the loo or something.”

“Haz this is stupid-“

The air in your chest froze when you immediately recognised the smooth tone of his voice. It was him… and you’d missed that so much. Already there were tears in your eyes and you couldn’t open the door just yet. So no, instead you slid down the doorframe before calling quietly out into the night.

“Tom?”

The bickering on the otherside of the door was silenced, but you heard a quite tap on the door... and could envision exactly what was going on. Tom, pressing both palms and his ear to the door, as Harrison took a few steps back - sensing his work was done.

“Y/n? You there?” He sounded desperate, you could hear the emotion dripping off his voice. It was only when you tried to reply did you realise your own voice was having a harder time speaking.

“Yeh its-its me.” It felt as though this heavyweight that had been pressing down on your chest was slowly lifting, making your voice all cracky and low.

In response, there was a short and sharp exhale. It sounded relieved before some fidgeting as you imagined him crouching down beside the door - mirroring your image.

“Fuck, it… it feels so good to hear your voice.”

“Yours too… I’ve-i’ve missed you.”

Tom snorted at that, a gentle bang allowing you to realise he’d just whacked his head on the back of the wood.

“You have no idea how this week felt.” He was wrong though, you did.

Yes, maybe without the insurmountable guilt that Tom was rightfully feeling, but it didn’t mean that the time apart wasn’t easy.

“I do. This hasn’t been a nice holiday for me you know?”

He sighed, knowing that yet again he’d said the wrong thing. This time though, he didn’t rebut instantly (which surprised you), instead his response was more measured and calculated.

“I am so sorry. And of course, I know because I was the one that hurt you too. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for that.” You nodded but given this conversation was happening through a door Tom didn’t see your gentle agreement - opting to fill the silence.

“I um… I’m not good at this whole um… speaking my feelings. But I’ve hated myself ever since I picked that fight with you. It was stupid and uh it-it was all my fault. I’m so so sorry for hurting you.”

“‘Why?” You tried to ask, except the words were stuck in your throat, making you have to clear it before asking again. “Why did you say it?”

“To get a rise out of you. It’s stupid and petty and fucking-fucking dumb. I said it not because I’ve ever thought it, I never ever have, but I knew it’d hurt you. I was preying on your insecurities because I was angry at the world and that was so unfair. “

“No shit.”

Silence reigned as you fiddled with your fingers - specifically with the promise ring he’d bought you a year ago.

“You-you think you could ever forgive me?”

“Thats the annoying part. I want to hate you because you literally stabbed me then twisted the knife but… but all I’ve done this week is miss you. Even when I saw Haz or Harry or Tuwaine. I just fucking missed you.”

“Can you open the door please love?”

Clumsily you scrubbed the tear tracks off your face, scrabbling to your feet so you could thrust open the doors. Because you might still be bloody pissed at him, but at the same time - you needed your Tom. Thrusting the door open, the first thing you registered was being pressed into Tom’s chest. His arms slinked around your waist and held him tight, which you reciprocated, squeezing tightly round his neck. Your senses were all being assaulted by one thing and one thing only. Tom.

He smelt like usual, except maybe the slightest bit stronger than usual - you figured he hadn’t showered in a day or two or bothered with cologne. The top of your forehead was pressed up against his chin, and as he readjusted his grip on you, you felt the scratchy feeling of his unshaven stubble. He kept whispering apologies against the top of your head, almost desperate and religiously.

Arching back, you brought both hands to cup his cheeks, looking into his glassy brown. eyes, which looked so lost and confused.

“I’m still angry.”

“Of course-“

“I’m still angry but I’m going to kiss you okay?”

Safe to say Tom didn’t require a verbal response, taking it upon himself to nudge his lips against yours, yet waiting for you to initiate the kiss. And that you did, everything else about this godforsaken week and a half. His index finger traced the angle of your jaw, whilst he held your lower back tight, pressing himself as close as physically possible to you. Needing you.

Eventually arching back, your thumb ran over his deep and sunken under-eyes, which added so much age to his face.

“You look tired Tommy.”

“Can’t sleep without you telling me goodnight.” That was another tradition you had had. Even when he was away, you’d even set an alarm for whatever bedtime was for the other across the world. Just so you could send a little message or voice not saying goodnight. Was it cringey? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

But since you’d been away all the evening wishes were absent from you. Which hurt Tom more than you may ever know.

“I know you’re still angry but will you please come home to me? I need you to be the last thing I hear at night and the first thing in the morning.”

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konaizumi · 3 years

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Fish Upon the Sky ep 7 thoughts/reaction

i can’t take this first scene seriously with the mix stix and pi being all sentimental about them

also them using the mix stix as a coming out metaphor and pi said his brother ate them first and introduced them to pi and his brother is also gay lol

pi still has mork wrapped around his little finger

well technically he didn’t pass out

drunk pi being great at DDR and mork being terrible is great

“i just wanted to bug you” are you sure you didn’t just want his hand on your chin?

mork don’t act like you don’t love pi having his arms around you

i can’t decide who had the more awkward role, phuwin who had to brush pond’s teeth, or pond who had to have his teeth brushed by phuwin

also who just carries around a toothbrush and toothpaste? i know he’s a dental student but still

mork laughing outside the bathroom at pi was cute

we didn’t get to see mork gay panic at seeing pi’s chest and that’s just not fair

the dad trying to cheer up the mom is so cute, i love their dynamic

soon as they said wan was bring home a girlfriend i was like oh you know it’s going to be a boyfriend

duen what did you do that made the gown smell so much

meen’s got some bite and i love him for it

every episode in fact i love him more and more

he’s truly the perfect match for duen’s bullshit

would love if we could get more backstory on mork liking pi, like even if there’s not a specific reason/event that’s fine but just like when and how did it start, it seems like they never interacted before the show starts

also them being livestreamed was super creepy

also would be nice if mork was a bit more bothered by the fangirls, for pi’s sake if nothing else

i will pay gmmtv for one of the characters to hug pi and tell him that he can take all the time he needs to figure out his feelings instead of rushing him

*face palms* duen just tell him the truth he won’t judge you

duen just throwing out the dirty boxers, my boy is such a mess

can i give meen a hug? pls?

no comments from the narrator this time?

the argument over the cars was pretty funny, i like the kitty gang

at first i thought the secret texting friend thing was cute but now its a bit uncomfy knowing pi is spiling private thoughts about mork that he wouldn’t tell if he knew he was talking to mork (and mork is using this to be kinda manipulative)

god damn it duen, if you had waited like another minute before barging in he would’ve figured it out

duen is such a good brother tho

i wish mork would actually act like just being friends is fine

the family seeing the woman and child and thinking it’s wan’s girlfriend was super funny lol “and she has a plus one”

and the look on everyone’s faces when the boyfriend walked in

so the mom still doesn’t know about duen’s boyfriend so i hope we can see that confrontation as well lol

i thought they were building up to have wan as like the perfect older sibling who the younger ones resent bc of comparisons and the eldest sibling having a superiority complex, and who was one of the reasons for pi’s insecurities but instead they delivered this wholesome sibling content and it’s so much better than i thought it was going to be

duen unconsciously petting pi bc that’s what he did for meen

i still don’t totally understand the conflict between pi and the mom but i’m glad it seems to be resolved

istg all the medical students and none of them know how vaccines work, the implication is that pi is already lovesick, you don’t give a vaccine to someone who’s already sick

also morkpi is a slowburn and i wish the writers knew that instead of insisting that pi’s already in love with mork

“i’m so lost here” honestly same duen, i’m a little lost in all the metaphors

*face palms* pi, i don’t think you’re in love with mork yet but i know you’re not still in love with nan

but also, pi acknowledging that the nan he liked was part fantasy and now he has to go after the real nan: growth--not quite fully there yet but growth

next ep: looks like duenmeen is finally going somewhere, i really hope but doubt that mork as secret texting friend is revealed next week before it gets worse, otherwise doesn’t seem like anything huge happening next week,but i demand more nan content to make up for the fact that he wasn’t in this ep at all

anyways, good ep, some key development going on, just really need mork to back off a bit and give pi some time to think

#futs #fish upon the sky #futs spoilers #fish upon the sky spoilers #konaizumi reactions

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advernia · 4 years

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push me off a bridge (to catch me as i fall)

a separate post for my ramblings for this fic!! it’s actually the longest thing i’ve written in a while, so i have a lot to ramble about haha;;

prelude

oh man... this started when two of my friends decided to go through edgar’s route at the same time AND also decided to go reacting to every single part of the route through burst texting AT THE SAME TIME, effectively flooding my inbox.... they were fully aware that i was at a seminar and unable to reply... now my inbox is filled with so much edgar screaming i cannot... (゜▽゜;)

screaming aside they were also very willing to read whatever drafts of edgar/mc i had available and this was their favorite!! thanks to them, i decided to finish this omfg... i’m actually so proud that i got this done but tbh it was getting so long that i had half a mind to let go of it already halfway through scene three haha... (;*△*;)

this has uh... some fighting scenes and tbh the first draft had absolutely none of it... this is my first time actually writing long(?) scenes and while i found thinking about them to be fun, putting them into words was some struggle??? like... i've been told that it looks okay but idk it feels clunky to me. oh well ＼| ￣ヘ￣|／

general stuff + war phase, baby!

initially this was only meant to be 3 parts + primarily focused on edgar/mc + with an unnamed mc as usual! but then since it’s an au of kyle’s route, i found myself wanting to flesh out the relationship of edgar & mc when set in a different angle + circumstances rather than just automatically implying attraction...

plus their relationship canonically starts off on the wrong foot in that route & edgar’s fully aware that mc isn’t exactly comfortable around him, so it really doesn’t sit well if i just... put them together, lol. so thus we have five scenes of them getting(?) closer!(???)

in short its a hella slow burn and not gonna lie, when i was writing their scenes i was like f i n a l l y... bless... ಠ ּ͜೦

one of the reasons i like kyle’s route is bc i actually got some feel of an actual war??? idk i think there’s so much plot that u can fill in with it, so i decided going for alternating scenes of the battlefield + med tent. while there's glimpses of the action going on, there’s also the sort of complimenting(???) or offsetting more emotional perspective of what goes on with the medics.

tbh i stared long and hard at the cradle map when formulating some tactics and i gotta say i had a hard time calming myself down bc...

in kyle’s route, the red army has the advantage and have pushed the black army as far back as to their bridge, which means that more or less they’ve occupied central quarter... but what dawned on me was... where the hell did the red army position their encampment from there???

was an encampment even necessary given that they’re like, in a really convenient area????? they probably could’ve settled themselves in some houses but tbh okay maybe it isn’t so noble of the reds to do (imposing themselves n’ stuff) + they have larger numbers so accommodating all of them is a problem but still... where’d they set up camp??? u see, when kyle + mc step out of the med tent it shows the forest bg, so... where??? on the edges of the central quarter area are where u can see them trees??? on the civic center roof?!?!

well... a decent answer is that they could’ve set up several encampments around the area to ensure their hold on the central quarter... it still raises some questions but honestly it makes a lot more sense... but if not and they really decided to camp out like one big happy family all together, then don’t even get me started on the possibility that the camp was stationed somewhere around here:

because doing that doesn’t have a single lick of sense omfg especially tactics-wise haha... that’s like... why would you do that... you’re wasting all your advantages... o h b o y... so you bet when i remembered that mc + loki had to pass by a forest to get back to the encampment + encountered ray & some disciples i was like... u m m... why???? if technically the reds took hold of the whole central quarter area then it actually isn’t necessary to skulk around in the forest?????? yes yes i know safety precautions + avoiding detection but... dood... it’s safer to walk in claimed territory rather than the unstable one ahaha...

plus the thing about the black bridge... uh... it's just said in the route that lancelot handles it through magic and that's all. but when i thought back on it oh my god... what did he do??????? how is he still standing??? how much of his lifespan did he shave off just to salvage that situation??????????? how is the poor boi alive?????????? the whole fucking bridge literally falls apart and that's a whole lot of chaos and people and AHHHHH!?!?!¿¿¿¿ if ur gonna make the bridge collapse (good thing they didn't think of disintegrate) it probably cost the magic tower a hefty amount but get rekt lancelot still saves the fucking day, what a king - he's practically got one foot in the grave already... this dood, seriously ಥ_ಥ

there were other things i noticed in the process of writing this based on the route events but i was like fuck it, let’s think on that another day and leave it as it is (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻ ily kyle but oh no my brain started reprocessing the other details of ur route

thinking about all that also made me think of other more stuff, like cradle economy + livelihood haha;; it’s stated in edgar’s route (well... it’s actually pretty obvious in other routes too) that the reds are richer than the blacks, so i went ahead and assumed that the former engages in something more lucrative like mining -> jewerly / raw material / mineral trade, while for the latter something more wholesome like agriculture. idk, it works. even moreso that the reds give off the whole nobility vibe while the blacks are simple and casual. even the bg screens of the red & black streets are polarizing.

then i also went over the rest of the chosen thirteen... while the reds show no obvious weapon variety (see: swords), i’d like to believe that they’re taught to be versatile enough no matter what the situation. plus, since they have the funding, i'd like to think they're skilled in magic manipulation, too. meanwhile the black army shows weapon variety, and i’d like to think that it’s because most of their recruits aren’t soldiers in the first place: they’re farmhands / hunters / village people turned soldiers, and it’s actually easier to let them go with what they know first before encouraging them or asking them to learn something new. thus axes and spears and possible unconventional stuff like caltrops.

crimson glory

one of the things i realized was in kyle’s route, mc isn’t exactly so buddy-buddy with the red crew in comparison to other routes. she gets minimal interactions with the four, and zero aside her relationships with the top three are rather... tense.

zero was the other red officer i was initially going to add aside from edgar & kyle, but i added all of them anyway. while they don't appear all together, all of them have scenes together with edgar.

the first edgar & jonah scene shows an obvious contrast - while he's being incredibly critical about it, jonah shows actual concern for the living situations in black army territory. on the other hand, edgar chooses to tease him about it, his joking more or less implying that he isn't that concerned / bothered about it at all. the game touches up on this sometimes, often with edgar commenting on how noble jonah is while jonah shows obvious distaste for edgar's callousness.

still, they work well together. personally i'm amused with a hc of mine that looking at how edgar fights / acts only spurs jonah to act more honorably while for edgar, being exposed to jonah's noble-ness more or less makes him curious to try being honorable from time to time lol. that still doesn't stop anyone from calling him the gentle demon tho ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

tbh since edgar is obviously sneaky on other routes i wouldn't put it past him to casually pressure lancelot to tell him wtf's going on with this war when he gets the inkling that something's wrong. edgar goes about this subtly not-so-subtly and in the most polite manner possible. lancelot knows him far too well to take bait tho - he makes sure to speak carefully since he's probably knows that edgar's going to pick apart at his words for meanings + implications, so it more or less leaves edgar a bit frustrated since it's clear that lancelot won't tell him much. still, edgar knows when not to cross the line - even he's not so keen on getting on lancelot's bad side.

that aside, i'd like to think that edgar respects lancelot a lot as a person + commander enough that he'd truly risk his life for him on instinct like a true soldier would. while i think i could've done more on writing the gravity of the collapsing bridge scene, i liked the last bit where edgar + zero immediately worried for lancelot.

let's be honest here tho in some way or another all of the reds chosen worry about their king bc bruh... let us in bruh...

the scenes of zero & edgar in the end are also my favorite! it isn’t much, but enjoyed writing their relationship briefly. tbh i think edgar is one of those people under the sleep = most vulnerable = death thinking (no thanks to claudius), so the fact that he allows himself to drift to sleep twice in zero's company is a definite sign of trust. then again, he's injured but still ( ᐛ )و

edgar, idike, kyle

y’know even if this is an edgar/mc thing, i found fleshing out the kyle/mc relationship equally important which i presented in scene three. personally speaking, i’d like to think that if ever kyle didn’t fall in love with mc (on his own route???) he’d still be watching over her anyway since her struggle in the medical field + war reminds him a bit of his younger self after his brother's death.

which is why he doesn't intervene with that one soldier scene - he doesn't coddle her either when she goes into a brief shock. perhaps it's bc he knows so well what she's going through, he decides to let her handle it on her own. this was her experience, not his. and to be fair, she asked to go to the front lines determined but wholly unprepared emotionally. he tried warning her, she wouldn’t listen. now she faces the consequences - how would she go about it?

i decided to slap a name into mc this time to highlight the trust plot: idk if i got it clearly across in the fic, but in times of war + for someone who’s been trained to be suspicious / cautious of everyone like edgar; secrets are a surefire way to catch attention + breed distrust.

tbh he's hella aware that the secret around her name is most likely personal and nothing dangerous, but it's better safe than sorry - by making sure she understands that keeping secrets wouldn't be of any good to her + situation, he gets reassurance that she really is harmless. how bad + seriously she takes it honestly surprises him tho, but then again she's been going through other stuff too so it all piled up.

idike isn’t my in-game name, but it’s the given name i spoke of in this ask, haha! initially scene five has her saying her full name (with surname), but i thought it would be more fitting if i didn’t lol ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

i tried to incorporate a mix of the personalities of edgar’s!mc + kyle’s!mc onto idike, tho at first i was only shooting for the latter - i think it kinda works??? while somewhat composed and determined (kyle’s), she still shows some naivete in her (edgar’s), especially concerning the ways of war + how secrecy & trust work in times of war.

i found emphasizing on her emotional struggle important, since it should be a big blow for her who’s never known the terror of war. the game touches upon on it a bit (tho it's post-med tent scenes) and i wanted to expand on it further since there are so many possible angles to go about it.

the i can’t heal you if you’re dead line sounds like something like shiro emiya might say but lol no i just remembered this p3 manga panel (pg 24) - its been years since i read it and i still love that line and i integrated it here... i was trying to expand that one scene for a while but then i just left it as it is.

in the catharsis scene where idike airs out everything, the fact that edgar fails to empathize with her + focuses more on her emotional state rather than offering actual help (advice maybe, but i honestly doubt he’d do that) reflects that he's still looking at her as an interesting creature and not her as a person. part 5 hints that this may be slowly changing, seeing as he called for her all of a sudden.

... idike probably keeps edgar’s glove as a token of friendship or smth haha ooPSSS i forgot to bring that back ahahaha..... ヘ（。□°）ヘ

ooofff i guess that’s all i have??? a big thank you to whoever read both hot messes™ and by that the fic + commentary itself!!! do feel free to hit the inbox for any comments + questions + more brainstorming + general screaming haha! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

#rundown.txt #the last long fic i wrote was a 6k+ fe:if thing #that was 3 years ago whoooaaaa #apparently i went the extra mile for this one omfg

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hey-its-me-rai · 6 years

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Cross that. Don’t answer that.

Title: Cross that. Don’t answer that.

Pairing: Charlie Weasley/F! MC

Summary: Care of Magical Creatures isn’t really your forte, but it sure is Charlie’s expertise. You do so much better with research and writing essays, and your latest one (How Everyday Words are Just as Magic as Latin Spells) was a hit with Professors Flitwick and McGonagall that it made a lot of sense for the Weasley boy to ask you to write an essay together. The problem? Well… the topic really doesn’t pull back their punches.

Word count: 1239 words

Author’s note: I’m back with my second fic! A little short, but I was compelled to just write this for some reason. A little bit of innuendo and awkwardness featuring our one and only Dragon boi. Tagging @delicrieux who hosted the 11K challenge which got me back into writing and @wispila who mentioned me as a HPHM blog to follow ( ˶˘ ³˘(˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)♡

“Alright class, gather round me!” Professor Kettleburn called for the attention of the students. The class slowly gathered near the eccentric professor, their chatter not yet dying down.

“Say Charlie, have any idea what he’s going to teach us today?” Penny asked as she bounced from foot to foot, making the damp soil squelch beneath her shoes. “Doesn’t really seem like the best day for Fire Crabs.” Barnaby nodded, “I agree with Penny. Since it just rained the Fire Crabs are more likely to either be sleeping off the cold weather since they’ll move a lot more slowly.”

“Or,” Charlie interjected “they could be pairing off to nest for the rest of the year. It’s about time for that anyway.”

“Engaging conversation, my dear students!” Professor Kettleburn beamed and clapped his hands. “And right on topic too. In fact, class, this is what our class will be talking about for this class. Now, as it is us Professors must make sure that what we teach you isn’t too ahead or too behind with your age and err… knowledge of the world at large, if you will.” He began awkwardly. “And how more creature; magical or not, sentient or not, came into being…”

“Oh god, this is awkward…” Rowan whispered from the corner of his mouth. Looking around, it was a sentiment shared by many. Even Merula and Ismelda. Penny winced, “Reminds me of the talk my parents gave me before term started.”

“Lucky you even got a talk,” Tulip snorted. “Me mum just gave me a worn pamphlet an’ was all ‘Well Tulip dear… You’re a grown lass and will want to explore. With who is none of my business, but I am too young to be a grandmother and you remember that!’” She even mimicked the movements, with her hands on her hips.

“At the very least it wasn’t an elder sibling the one giving you any sort of talk…” Charlie pursed his lips. You couldn’t help but snicker at his misfortune. “Bill gave you the talk? Blimey, do tell how that went.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“Well, when the time comes and you need tips to seduce the bloke of your dreams don’t come to me for help.”

“Charlie,” Rowan began. “You are th-aughh! F/N, I was just-

“Keeping quiet, right?” Your eyes shot daggers. “Come on we should try to pay attention. If it’s uncomfortable for us, imagine how Kettleburn feels so the least we could do is pay attention.”

“So, in short, today after completing your sketches on Fire Crabs start on a diagram of a Bowtruckle’s anatomy. Work in pairs, and later I’ll assign you essay topics. So without further ado, class is in session!” Professor Kettleburn waved an arm in the direction of the students.

“Your Bowtruckle diagram is very detailed, Lee.” Charlie walked over to join you and your housemate. “It’s even the real size!”

Barnaby looked up and smiled. “Thank you, Weasley. I told (L/N) I was having trouble drawing it, ended up too big or too small. So she had the brilliant idea to have Barnaby Jr lie on my parchment and have me trace him.”

“Barnaby Jr?”

“Well, he’s technically (L/N)’s baby but we’re doing this co-parenting thing and-

“Co-parenting.” Charlie deadpanned, and it made your stomach drop slightly.

“Yes, it was one of the smaller sessions. If I’m not mistaken you had Flying lessons then.” You smile, quill tapping aimlessly on your parchment. Charlie’s eyes dropped to focus on your gesture. You always did that when you were around him.

“I wish Kettleburn let me name a Bowtruckle.” He sighed, sitting down nestled between the two of you. “I’d have name him something cool, like Ridgey.”

“Ridg- how is that cool?” You snorted.

“Like the dragon!” Barnaby grinned. “I like it.”

“Alright, Romeo and Romeo… The next time Kettleburn asks me to name a creature I’ll call for you two.”

“Alright children, pair up now! Khanna, you take Lee please. If he ends up with Weasley, their essay will undoubtedly end up in a different albeit enjoyable and enlightening direction. Sorry to part you from (L/N), but it’s for my sake.” Kettleburn muttered the last part of the sentence under his breath. “I have also put the topics of your essays in this box. This is to avoid embarrassment on both our sides, as well as to avoid me being called in for review yet again. So please line up with your partner and take a topic from the box. Once you’ve received the topic, you are free to return to the castle. Any exchange request will not be entertained.”

You looked around to see that most of the class had already paired up. A pair of blue eyes met yours. The owner cocked his brows.

“Want to pair up?”

“Sure can, Weasley. Your partner did steal mine.”

“Hey, at least we can work on our essays in the common room! Khanna and Lee can work in theirs, too.”

A box was shoved into your chest. “Always dilly dallying, (L/N). How do you expect to find the vaults that way?” Merula sneered. “You’re the last to choose, so you’ve got whatever leftover topic.”

“Thank you, Merula.” Charlie smiled politely. Your lip curled slightly in amusement. Ever since she was told off by your red-head extraordinaire of a partner, Merula has been playing nice. (As nice as Merula Snyde can get, and only during shared lessons.) Violet eyes smothered haphazardly in black eyeshadow met yours and narrowed. “Sod off.”

He took out a neatly folded piece of paper from the box. “Want to do the honours and read the topic?”

“Sure.” You took the paper. Unfolding it gingerly, you read the topic and couldn’t help but laugh. Just your luck.

“Um… what’s so funny? I didn’t think Kettleburn would be intentionally funny…?” Charlie’s brows knitted in confusion. Gently, he took the paper from your grasp and read it himself. “‘The study of breeding techniques and the differences between sentient and non-sentient magical creatures.’ Merlin, this is a loaded topic.”

Your cheeks flushed and you can feel the heat creeping across your cheeks. Of all topics, of all partners… of course it had to be Charlie Weasley and Breeding Techniques. His expressions was mostly unreadable, and you couldn’t help but felt pressured to say something - anything.

“Maybe you can write about the tips Bill gave you.” Did I just say that????

His head snapped to look at you, his face a mix of horror and unbridled amusement (and honestly, you never knew humans were capable of such an emotion).

“Unless you’ve got your own tips?” Why can’t I shut up?????

Charlie opened his mouth and closed it without having said anything in reply.

“Or instead of writing it, you can show me first?” Why didn’t the Ice Knight just stab me????

While the Ice Knight remain a defeated part of the recent past, you were hit by the realization of what exactly you said and the obvious implications that came with it. “Cross that, Charlie. Don’t answer that. In fact, let me write the whole thing and we can pretend I never said any of tho-

“Breeding typically requires two parties, dear. Can’t have you doing it all by yourself.” He smirked, finally responding after what seemed like a horribly awkward century. “Be warned though, what I show you should preferably remain between the two of us.”

#Harry Potter Hogwarts Mystery #HPHM #charlie weasley #charlie x mc #charlie weasley x mc #barnaby lee #male!rowan #humour #innuendo #hey-its-me-rai

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zombiesolace · 5 years

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thank you for the tag @izumitate!! if only i had gotten a notification for it lol

Rules: Go to your works page, expand all the filters, and answer all of the following questions!

1. What’s your first and second most common work ratings?

Mature (5)

Teen and Up Audiences (3)

2. What’s your most common archive warning? Least common? Do you consider yourself an adventurous writer?

No Archive Warning Apply (7) is my most common

Graphic Depictions of Violence (2) is my least common in the sense that they are also the only ones i’ve ever actually done

i do consider myself an adventurous writer and honestly resent the implication that Major Character Death and Rape/Non-con are “”adventurous””. is this ask game suggesting adventure = pain? whatever adventurous means trying new things as far as i’m concerned and i strive to do that with every story i write

3. How many fics have you written in each relationship category? Is this more accidental, or do you have preferences?

F/M (7)

Multi (2)

M/M (1)

F/F (1)

wow does that ever make me look like a straight “omg gay is sinning” writer all laid out like this. none of this is accidental, spite is a significant component of my writing process. i write Multi bc i want to centre on as many characters as possible and people only read romance. i have a majority of F/M bc two of my favourite characters - Dan Wilds and Kevin Day - are in relationships in canon and i respect that. all the works i’ve done on them are centered around that character specifically and is only tagged as a pairing bc they are in a relationship during the story. the M/M and F/F both fall under the Multi stories also. so my preference is greatly character based and has little to do with romance. i’d tag Gen but i don’t feel like any of these are wholly Gen and when i read Gen i don’t want any romance on the page so

4. What are your top 4 fandoms by numbers? Are you still active in any of them, and do you tend to migrate a lot?

All For The Game - Nora Sakavic (5)

Check Please! (Webcomic) (4)

that’s all for now. i am active in both fandoms and they’re really the only fandoms i’ve been active in in a writing sense. its only this year i really started writing fanfiction and over the course of this year i’ve realised my interests lie in original fiction so this year may very well be all she wrote. i do have WIPs tho which i would like to get out into the world v soon

5. What are your top 4 character tags? Does this match how you feel about the characters, or are you puzzled?

Derek “Nursey” Nurse (2)

Chris “Chowder” Chow (2)

Caitlin Farmer (1)

Original Characters (1)

who the fuck is that original character? also this is Wrong bc i don’t tag characters when they’re the pairing and p much the only the people on screen. tho Nursey and Chowder are up among my favs so i almost don’t want to recalculate.

Danielle “Dan” Wilds (4)

Matt Boyd (4)

Larissa “Lardo” Duan (3)

and the Nursey and Chowder are tied again

maybe i should be tagging them as characters? do people search by character? this is somewhat surprising again. Dan is The Fav no doubt. i also adore Matt and he’s there bc he’s Dan’s right hand man. Lardo however, she’s somewhat high up in terms of favourite Check Please characters but on the overall list? i have a thing about writing characters who i think need more love even if i don’t particular worship them myself. Lardo is the Queen of that title in the Check Please fandom. (oh and the OCs are Nursey’s family i made for this fic here, they play Clue as in the Haus is the board game and they’re the potential murderers fyiii)

Bonus, top 4 relationships tagged:

Matt Boyd / Danielle “Dan” Wilds (4)

Minor or Background Relationships (2)

Chris “Chowder” Chow / Caitlin Farmer (2)

Chris “Chowder” Chow / Derek “Nursey” Nurse (1)

this isn’t totally accurate bc Charmer is one of the background relationships so they’re technically at three. they’re actually sort of the background relationship in all of my writing. i really fucking need to write a story that centres on them already. also i’m writing a series on Dan and Matt rn - feelin’ myself - so they will have a disproportionate number that continues to grow here

6. What are your top 2 most used additional tags, and your bottom 2? What would happen if you combined all 4 of these into a fic?

My top 2 are:

Asexual Character (4)

Pre-canon (3)

My bottom 2 are:

First Time (1)

Post-canon (1)

lmaooo when i read the ‘what would happen if you combined these tags’ prompt i thought chaos but the answer is actually my feelin’ myself series. it follows Dan’s exploration of asexuality over her college years. 10 out of 10 would recommend. it’s still ongoing with two more installments to come

7. How many WIPs do you have currently running on AO3? Any you don’t plan on finishing?

once again it is my feelin’ myself series lol. i don’t post shit until it’s all written so no, once something is up on my ao3 it is already completed. i will be posting another WIP soon tho! another story centred on Dan! its at 66k right now lol, the longest thing i’ve written :OO

8. Tag people!

i’m going to be spamming the same people multiple times today and i apologise but don’t mean it. @fictionsmyaddiction, @carry-on-my-wayward-son-atem, @greenerbucket, @jsteneil, @annawrites some of you may have done this already and anyone else interested is welcome to also!

#ask meme #my writing #ao3 #about

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simptasia · 7 years

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How about Charladay for the ship ask?

Thank you, I wanted to be send this pairing! I got really verbose for this!

Daniel/Charlotte

How did they they meet?

Dan and Char happened to be at the dock at the same time. Dan with Eloise and Caroline saying their goodbyes, doing their hugs. Char, carrying her bags onto the boat, sees this from a distance and feels curiosity about this sad and confused looking man. Formal introductions are done on the boat. Naomi introduced the other four members of the science team to each other.

Dan and Charlotte had an instant connection. Dan held the handshake just a bit too long before he realised what he was doing and pulled away bashfully. They both laughed it off nervously. This was a preview for the next 3 months of their relationship. Cute awkward moments, held gazes, and accidental flirting.

(miles, to naomi: [flatly] they’re so cute, i’m gonna throw up)

Who developed romantic feelings first?

Oh, Dan got a crush really quick. Char got feelings for Dan pretty fast too, it just took her a bit to let her admit it to herself.

I think they both felt guilty about crushing on each other, for different reasons. Dan, because his Mom gave him a weird guilt complex about having romantic relationships/feelings (THIS ISN’T EVEN A HEADCANON, THIS IS LITERALLY CANON FROM THE SHOW!!!) and felt like, if likes a girl then she’ll get hurt. Theresa got hurt, after all. And Char, because at this point, pre-island, Dan was really sick. Dan had severe brain damage and Char felt like she if did anything, she’d be taking advantage of somebody who’s mentally impaired.

So their relationship was that of cute friendship, Char taking it upon herself to help and support Dan… and achey pining.

Who is their biggest “shipper?”

I joke but it’s actually Miles. Like, take what I’ve described already and remember… Miles was there. As well as Miles actually thinking they’re cute, it’s genuinely frustrating when two people who are CLEARLY into each other… are just dancing around the subject. Sometimes Miles just wanted to groan “UGH JUST GET IT OVER WITH AND KISS ALREADY” and I imagine he sometimes did make some implicating quips around them, which just embarrassed them.

Miles has a way of playing off his actual emotions as jokes. He actually did want Dan and Char to be together, but he said his remarks in sarcastic way.

The way I see Miles of view of Dan/Char is thus:

30% annoyed, 10% jealous and 60% totally for it (and also he wants in)

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?

[sobbing] muh hu huu… they didn’t kiss in canon. and they sure as fuck didn’t kiss off screen. sure, it’s clear they’re close but not that close yet

So as I see it, their first kiss happened in limbo land, after they both remember. Char, overcome with giddy emotion, kisses Dan. Repeatedly.

Who confessed their feelings first?

Dan, canonically! That scene with Richard (damn Faraday, Richard loves love!)

Char looks genuinely surprised and later on, she even gives Dan a chance to take it back. Which he doesn’t. This fascinates the hell outta me. She didn’t know?!She didn’t know that Dan loved her!! She couldn’t tell?? That’s amazing. It says something about Charlotte that she was disbelieving that Dan loved her.

Oh my gosh, they both thought the feelings were one-sided…

What was their first official date?

Friendship thing that is sort of date-like: As a part of their budding friendship on the boat, they started eating lunch and playing chess together in Dan’s room

Actual date: They started dating in limbo. After running into each other a few times, Char decided they should meet again on purpose and gave Dan her number. They went to a cafe for their first date.

How do they feel about double dates/group dates?

AND MILES MAKES THREE

[ahem] uh, well, i think once they all remember, that they would all want to spend time together and this leads to things… polyamorous things…

What do they do in their down time?

watch tv & movies, mostly star trek

talk and talk and taaaalk

KISS AND CUDDLE (and also bang)

i’ve pictured them playing piano together. or at least, char sits next to him and happily sings badly

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?

i think it goes without saying that this takes place in limbo right?

in this life, eloise hasn’t got her reasons to be possessive of dan so she’d be less of a total bitch to char as she was to theresa. but char is quick to remind ellie that hey, you killed you son and i don’t like you. dan is conflicted (as in the two lives they’ve lived are conflicting and he legit isn’t sure how to feel)

jeanette is just like, oh haha of course an american

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?

going back to boat times now. dan has a bad day (like all mentally ill people he has good days and bad days) where he isn’t holding it together and is letting out some bitterness, and he voices some frustrations against his mother & upbringing. then he quickly backtracks and downplays what he said

char impulsively responds to this by telling him not to defend his mother (because from what char had heard, ellie’s terrible. and she is)

this causes dan and char to have an… upsetting back and forth

how they got past it? well, the tone was only angry for a bit and quickly went to sadness and then comforting, which leads to a tearful hug (and thats good)

also dan didn’t remember this the next day

Which one is more easily made jealous?

jealous is a strong word. i can see dan feeling glum, not jealous

and char wouldn’t feel any threat towards their relationship to feel jealous

What is their favourite thing to get to eat?

dan: noodle & pasta products

char: CHOCOLATE

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?

i was about to say both but altho char is plenty cuddly, we all know that dan would be on a whole new level. i take great joy in how tactile this character is and this i must revel in it. cuddles and petting and nuzzles and kisses!!!!

oh boy all of the positions have their merits, like:

char spooning dan. being held tight whilst curled up a bit

dan spooning char. hands on her body, face in her hair

dan laying on char’s chest… hand on tit!

char on dan’s chest (careful there), hands on back, waist or arse and also the hair because dan has two hands

all of these sound like dreams come true (both dan’s dreams and mine)

Are they hand holders?

YESSS!!!! [SMASHES THAT MOTHERFUCKING LIKE BUTTON!!!]

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?

Liiiimbo land again.

So I already decided, they go on a few dates without remembering their living lifes. Then when they do remember, after they’re over the shock, Char is very on board with making up for lost time and takes Dan to her place. [winks loudly]

So however long it takes to have like three dates, I guess. A month??

Who tops?

ah bless, this questionnaire was not made for m/f ships

but technically speaking… both

char has a strap on, because i said so. and dan wants to know what it feels like, having been curious about the activity for quite some time

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into?

Hmm… thinking about it… I imagine most of their firsts go well

Altho I do imagine their first time having sex is wonderful but Dan gets a sensory overload afterwards (as an autistic person, this is cathartic for me to imagine)

Who does the shopping and the cooking?

either, both… [shrugs]

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?

i decided long ago that none of the science team are neat… but dan is the most neat, which isn’t saying much. because i imagine he has pens and paper and leftovers every where. and char’s got like, her papers everywhere too. and tea mugs in places. tho char does get annoyed at left out plates & cups

so basically, they’re both messy but with standards

Who proposes?

AWWW! I don’t know! I have pictured them getting married…

but I dunno how they got there… it feels like a Dan thing to bring up. But none of that knee and box stuff. He holds both her hands in his and asks her.

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?

Hahahaha, oh nooo, there’s no way this would happen. No matter how much Miles wants Dan to have one. (Miles just ends up going to a strip club alone)

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?

Miles has gotta be best man. And we didn’t see Naomi in limbo but we should have, and she’s gonna be there. Quite a lot of the other characters have already moved on, so it limits Dan and Char’s already limited options, ya see.

Frank and Richard

Big Ceremony or Small?

no feelings generated about this except… outside

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?

I hadn’t imagined anything specific for… holy shit, it occurs to me that Char is an Indiana Jones type anthropologist. She could take Dan anywheres in the world and he’d never have been there (for altho he is rich, he is just a boy with a heart full of music) and she’d be jazzed as fucked to show him the WORLD

fuck the honeymoon, i’ve created a spin off idea

Do they have children? How many?

I like to think that if they did have a kid, it’d be a son named Desmond. Because that’s what I give them in Sims.

#lost headcanons #drdanielfaraday #haroldwrens

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