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awhst-alt · 3 years

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I HAD THE BEST BYLER DREAM LAST NIGHT AND I REALLY WANNA SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL

it's so long (literally 2k words) so im gonna put it under the cut haha <3

so basically this would take place after mike and will start dating or something, idk exactly the time frame (i picture them being like 18 or something and this is the summer before college) and will goes to this summer arts program for like 2/3 months (i dunno how long american summer is but something like that) and its all the way far from home so there is dorms and stuff and he's "not in hawkins anymore" (no pun intended)

mike and will decide after will finishes his school they'd go to college together (cuz they're gonna be comic book artists together bc thats boyfriend shit) so throughout these months he's practically just waiting for will (<333333)

so one specific scene i remember from my dream involved will and mike getting off the bus to the school and then they hug and then mike grabs wills hand and brings him behind the bus and then he gives will a biggg kiss bc he won't be able to kiss him for 3 months. then they say they love each other and will gives him another quick kiss and is like "two kisses". they agree they'd call each other every day.

so will goes inside and mike goes back on the bus and goes home.

and basically the whole day is a whirl, until the end of it, in which mike is sitting in the kitchen near the phone waiting for like 3 hours for will to call, and will doesn't end up calling.

AND THEN IT GETS SPICYYYYY

so meanwhile at the arts program will asks like the front desk or something if he can call mike and they say phone is offlimits and they don't let him call mike

so then will goes to sleep and he's paranoid that he thinks mike is gonna hate him or something like that

mk than the next day in class there is this girl (they didn't reveal her name in the dream, ill call her stella) so stella is basically looking at will the entire class but will doesn't know it

so when they exit the class stella's like "hi" and will says "hi"

then stella says "i like your painting."

will is like rlly weirded out so he goes "thanks?"

"i um- hope this doesn't sound weird but i have no friends, do you want to be mine?"

"sure"

and then end of scene (this does not sound like a normal conversation but it's my dream so it doesn't have to make sense"

so BACK AT HAWKINS mike is still sleeping even tho it's like 3 pm because yk depressed boyfriend shit but then the PHONE RINGS and mike gets out of bed frantically and goes to the phone and he picks it up and is like "will?" and then it answers "it's el, idiot"

i feel like this is important for context but el speaks english very well now and hoppers back and she lives with hopper and not the byers anymore. ANYWAYS

el says "how's will?"

mike says "idk he didn't call"

"he didn't?"

"no, he didn't"

"okay. well maybe he will call later"

"yeah mb"

"wanna come over"

"ok"

so mike hangs up and gets changed and goes to el's house bc they r a couple o' besties and when he gets there it's like a therapy sessions bc mike usally talks to will every single day and he can't for like 3 months (unless will calls, but he's not going to) so he accepts he's gonna be depressed for 3 months and he's just talking to el about how he's gonna miss him so much and no be able to see his face and that shit

so el's like "well do u wanna do something to take ur mind off of him"

and mike's like "no im not gonna replace will" (I SCREAMED IN MY DREAM SRSLY)

but than el says "okay. guess im gonna go to the mall by myself" (ig starcourt is rebuilt by now)

and than mike bolts up and is like "fine"

"we can by something for will"

"okay yay"

so then they go to starcourt yasss!!

anyways back at the art school will is having lunch and stella is with he friends (even tho she said she doesn't have any friends) and one of her friends is like "omg did you see _____ he's so hot"

and another friend says "YESS! but ____ is cuter"

"what abt u stella? who do u have ur eyes on"

she says "byers" BUT NOOOOOOO WILL IS MIKES MAN

and they say "ew that kid who came back to life"

she says "yea. but he's cute, and shy, and once i wrap them around my finger i can get them to do anything"

so then she goes to sit down next to will at lunch

"hi will"

"hi"

"hru"

"im good"

"okay. good." and she gets upset because will goes ask how she is but she keeps her urging rage inside. and than they have this weird conversation and will is uncomfortable the whole time bc shes all like flirting with him and will is seeing someone obvi

but then she puts a hand on will's shoulder and he's shaking and then says something (idk what it is it wasn't explaining in my dream) then will stands up and runs to the bathroom. so he's just sitting in the stalls crying.

okay back at starcourt this part wasn't shown in my dream but im just gonna make up that mike and el go looking around starcourt for something for will (sort of like the mike/lucas/will montage where they were looking for stuff for el) and then i guess they find something for will and i don't have the slightest idea what they could have got for him BUT THEY GOT HIM SOMETHING GOOD

so mike's all happy but they'res still that depression inside of him lol

so fast forward a week, it really isn't explained but ill just make up that will still hasn't called mike, and he's super sad and all sleeping in but decides to look through his good ol binder full of will's drawings and in the arts school will and stella have a few more interactions im sure which are still very uncomfortable

okay so it's lunch again in the cafeteria and somehow will and stella are talking again but somehow it ends in stella kissing will and will like pulls away immediatley and is like "what is wrong with you!?"

and she says "what?"

"i'm seeing someone!"

"oh i uh- i didn't know."

the whole cafeteria is staring at them

so will's freaking out almost on the verge of a panic attack "idk what to do, he's gonna hate me and-"

"he?"

will has the look on his face like shit shit shit oh fuck no

"you're gay?"

"i-"

and will runs off once again. and everyone in the whole cafeteria knows that he's day and ofc with everybody being homophobic will knows it's not good at all bc everyone's gonna bully him

so then the next day he goes to class and the teacher is like "does anyone care to tell me where ___ is?" (it would be like a math question like 'where x is' but in art idkkk) and then the teacher calls on "will? can you tell me where ___ is?" and they'res a pause and then the teacher says "or perhaps you'd want to find your boyfriend instead?" (giving me anne with an e vibes prolly cuz i did a rewatch last weekend but i won't explain more in case some people haven't watched it but) anyways will stands up from his seat, everyone is looking at him, and he's shaking and so concerned but then he goes "fuck. you" badass will yeaaaa thats my boy

so then he runs out of the classroom and out of the school in a really cool montage way but then he realizes he's like 2 hours away from home but he runs and runs and he goes to a random bustop (it's not even garanteed if it takes him to hawkins but whatever) he gets on and tries to go back to hawkins.

and soon enough, he gets there, and immediatley goes to the wheelers because he needs to see mike and apologize for everything. so he's at the wheelers, and rings the doorbell, realizing he's still in his uniform lol but karen answers and mike is upstairs in his room sulking (i picture it would be 8 pm by now) so will asks for mike and karen calls mike. mike groans obviously because he doesn't know it's his boy, but he comes down, karen gets out of the way and as soon as he sees will they have a really big hug and it's super sweet and my heart UFHEIOSKA

mike says his usual "are you okay?" and mike is still confused as shit but will says "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry" and mike says "you don't have to be sorry for anyrhing" but will says "ill explain"

so then they go to will's room, side-by-side on his bed and will starts explaining everything

(this is mostly improvised by me but it's still pretty similar to the dream)

"i hated it."

"the school?"

"yeah. there was no you, (mike blushes lmao), everything was terrible, i felt so lonely, they didn't let me call you-"

"what?"

"they said the phone was off limits. i wanted to talk to you so bad and i thought you'd hate me"

"i could never hate you, will, even if i tried." will smiles

"and then there was this girl, and she hit on me and i didn't know what to do bc i'd be the face of the school if i told her i was dating you and was gay and today she kissed me"

"WHAT"

"im sorry im sorry i didn't kiss back and i was so scared bc i never was in a relationship before and i was so scared it was considered cheating-"

and mike LAUGHSS

"what? mike? what's wrong?"

"if you don't do anything back, it's not considerd 'cheating'"

"oh. good. are you mad at me?"

"what? no! no never!" so mike opens his arms and says "come here" so will and mike hug or something like that and then mike says "do you need me to beat her up?"

and will says "you can't even beat eggs. besides, your noodle arms wouldn't be able to do harm to even a fly"

so mike laughs and says "i'm glad your home"

so will blurts "i cursed out a teacher"

"you? cursing?"

"yes."

"might have to start calling you a bad boy now"

will just smiles and says "i love you"

and mike says "i love you too"

AND THEN END AND IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF BC I LOVE THIS DREAM LIKE I CAN'T BELIEVE MY BRAIN THOUGHT OF THIS BUT IM OBSESSED

ALSO ONCE I FINISH WYBMFFAE ILL PROBABLY WRITE THIS INTO A FULL BLOWN FIC BUT AHIHFUSAH

edit: i have no idea what mike did with the present him and el bought for will but i guess they ended up giving it to him lol

#byler

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horansqueen · 3 years

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Stuck With You - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: The Only Exception

🡪chapter 1 🡪chapter 2 🡪chapter 3 🡪chapter 4 🡪chapter 5 🡪chapter 6 🡪chapter 7 🡪chapter 8 🡪chapter 9 🡪chapter 10 🡪chapter 11 🡪chapter 12 🡪chapter 13 🡪chapter 14 🡪chapter 15 🡪chapter 16 🡪chapter 17 🡪chapter 18 🡪chapter 19 🡪chapter 20 🡪chapter 21 🡪chapter 22 🡪chapter 23 🡪chapter 24

College Enemies To Lovers AU

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And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love if it does not exist

But darling, you are the only exception You are the only exception You are the only exception You are the only exception

And up until now I had sworn to myself That I'm content with loneliness Because none of it was ever worth the risk

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The first hour of the ride was pretty silent. Devon kept playing with the buttons of the radio, switching channels and humming a few of the songs. I knew she was nervous but I also knew she wanted to be away from here. She had taken the time to get changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and she also took her make up off, and when she sent me a smile with her bags on her shoulders, I realized she was just as pretty than she was with a dress and red lipstick. We had also stopped by the art department to grab a few canvas and it made me wonder if she would let me watch her paint or if she'd lock herself in a room of my apartment.

"Are you ever gonna let me listen to one of the songs you wrote?" she finally asked after a while, taking me out of my thoughts.

I glanced at her and raised my eyebrows up in surprise before looking back at the road. "I don't know, I don't usually do that." I admitted, not sure if it was a good idea. "Why would you like to hear?"

She shrugged a shoulder and looking down at her hands as she played nervously with her fingers. I didn't know why my question stressed her but now I was even more interested in the answer.

"You saw one of my paintings, so it would be fair." she just pointed out without really answering. "I heard you were really good at that, too."

"Who said that? Louis?" I raised my eyebrows again with a chuckle. "It doesn't count, he's always rooting for me."

"Him and others." she quickly replied, looking up. "You're not so modest normally."

I turned my head to her again, noticing she was sending me a cheeky half-smile and I chuckled.

"I didn't say he was not right." I corrected her with a smirk.

This time, she started laughing and I joined her but when she stopped, she turned her head my way and leaned it again the bench. I wanted to stop on the side of the road to look at her too. I wanted to just stare at her for hours and I couldn't wait to arrive at our destination.

"Louis really loves you, you know." she expressed in a low tone with emotions. "Whenever he talks about you, it's with kindness and love in his voice. And also regrets and guilt."

I didn't expect her to go there but my smile fell and I breathed in before sighing.

"I know."

"I know why you're mad at him and, honestly, what he did was horrible, especially for a friend. But I want you to know he's sincere when he says he's sorry and he regrets what he did." she continued before licking her lips. "He didn't ask me to talk to you, by the way. And-And.. you obviously don't have to forgive him, but I wanted you to know that."

It took me a while to answer. I tried to keep track of the emotions it brought in me but I was not sure how I felt. I wanted to make Devon happy and tell her that Louis and I were okay, but I knew it was because she was the one asking me. I didn't know how I felt about Louis. I still considered him one of my best friends, and I couldn't pretend that he hadn't been an amazing friend to me in the past few years. On the other hand, it didn't erase the pain inside me. I didn't have feelings for my ex girlfriend anymore, but he had still hurt me, and I didn't know how I could really trust him again. Maybe it would take time, maybe it would never go back to the way it was, I didn't know and I didn't want to force myself to anything.

"I thought she was the love of my life, you know." I explained slowly after a few minutes of silence. "And he knew that, and he slept with her anyway. I know he was drunk, I know she insisted... but it doesn't change anything. My trust is shaken. They both made me suspicious of everyone. I was not even a jealous person and now I can barely control it. It fucked me up in more ways than I thought it would."

I couldn't remember the last time I had opened up to someone like that but I was glad it was with her. Perhaps I did that unconciously because I had feeling for her, or maybe it was because I knew she could understand how I felt. Either way, the fond smile she sent me made my heart twist and I sent it back.

"I'm pretty fucked up myself." she chuckled, turning her head back and tilting her chin up with a sigh. "I can't blame you."

Silence came back between us but it was not heavy. In fact, it was light and knowing, as if we understood each other and we accepted each other the way we were without question. I enjoyed this atmosphere and I realized I had never felt like that with anyone else in my life.

"I knew he was not the love of my life." Devon replied, bringing one of her feet on the bench to lean her cheek on her knee. "Deep down I even knew he didn't really love me. But I didn't want to face it. I wanted to keep pretending I was special for him. I just wanted to feel special for someone. I want someone who wants me, who thinks I'm pretty, who genuinely love me. I know it's not happening but I wanted to dream. I know what people see when they look at me."

"What do you think people see when they look at you?"

She was not answering and I dared turning to look at her. My heart broke when I saw tears coming out of her eyes and she sniffed before closing them. "A below average girl. Someone who's not physically attractive and most people stop there. And the very few who actually give me a chance? They see a broken person with no self-esteem, a naive girl who was so in need of affection that she let a man play with her and now she's can't get over it. Tell me, Niall, who the fuck would want to start something with someone like that?"

I saw my apartment appear on the road and I remained silent until I was parked. We both remained silent and motionless, sitting in my car. I knew I should have replied 'me', because it was true. I should have told her that I would want to start something with her if she gave me a chance, but I felt like saying that would be the equivalent to tell her that I was the only one who could ever be interested in her, and it was not true.

"Can you help me with my bags?" she asked, wiping her eyes quickly without looking at me.

She reached for the handle and opened the door slightly when I grabbed her free wrist.

"Devie." she stopped but it took her a few seconds to turn her head and look in my eyes. "Many people, trust me."

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"The guest room is on your left." I pointed out when we walked in.

She walked slowly inside, her eyes moving everywhere in my living room. She turned slowly on herself to make sure she saw everything and it made me chuckle. She finally got out of her thoughts and blinked a few times before frowning.

"The-The guest room?" her face changed and she cleared her throat. "Oh you have a guest room."

"Yea," I chuckled again. "You didn't think I'd let you sleep on the couch, did you?"

I helped her bring her stuff to the room but she kept quiet the whole time and when I finally grabbed my phone to order, I noticed she was sitting in front of my piano. I joined her, sitting next to her on the small bench, and started playing an old song of mine but decided not to sing.

"It's pretty." she just pointed out, letting her fingertips slip on the keys without making any sound.

"I wrote it about Abby a few years ago." I admitted, staring at her fingers. "The lyrics don't mean anything anymore but back then, I really felt them."

"If you want to sing me a song you wrote, I think you should sing one that's not about her."

I turned my head slightly to look at her but she was too focused on her own fingers on the piano to notice. I wanted to tell her that I would sing a song about her instead but I didn't want things to be awkward with her after only an hour at my apartment.

"Good idea."

We decided to eat pizza while watching a movie and I told myself I'd need to go grocery shopping the next day to make sure we wouldn't have to order every single meal we'd eat. The movie was funny and every time she laughed, I'd turn my head to look at her. It was crazy how much better she seemed to be now that we were away from school and her bad memories. I ended up making tea and we sat at the kitchen's table to drink it while looking by the window in silence. I didn't know silence could be so comfortable with someone. I was used to be by myself and I liked it that way, but when Devon was there, it was like being alone but better. I didn't know how to explain it but I knew I'd need to write a song about it.

"Why did you bring me here, Niall?" she finally asked after half an hour of comfortable silence.

I turned to her and she was already looking at me. "You asked me to take you as far away as possible and this is the first place that came to my mind." I admitted, shrugging a shoulder.

She didn't say anything and we kept quiet for an other few minutes.

"Niall, I don't-" she stopped herself and sighed, closing her eyes. "Niall, I don't want to sleep in your guest room. I would prefer to be in your room, with you."

It took me by surprise but it also made my heart jump high in my chest and my whole body started throbbing. We had never really slept in the same bed, not for more than a few minutes, and It never even crossed my mind that she would want to share a bed with me.

"I'm scared to wake up and panic if I'm alone." she added when she realized I wasn’t answering.

"What did you do when you lived with Lewis?" I asked gently.

"Most of the time I fell asleep in the living room. When he realized what I was doing, he fell asleep with me on the other couch so when I woke up he was there. Or sometimes, I'd invite Louis over." she explained while looking down. It seemed like she was ashamed of it and I was not sure why. "It's okay if you don't want to."

"No, it's okay, you can sleep with me in my bed, it's big enough."

She looked up and her eyes met mine as a small smile appeared on her lips. Why did she make me feel like that? Why did everything she did make me feel like a teenager in love? A kid who couldn't control his feelings and his hormones?

"Can I take a shower?"

I leaned against the door the whole time she took a shower, my eyes closed, wondering what she was doing exactly, how she was feeling... Somehow, I could feel that her mind was still on Henry and Cammy who had both betrayed her but selfishly, I hoped she was also thinking about me. When the shower stopped, I sighed and walked to my room, ready to take her place. I told her I would be quick and when I walked back into my room, she was laying on my bed, under the covers. I normally only sleep in my boxers but I put a t-shirt this time, just to make sure she was not uncomfortable. I kept the lights on and lied down next to her in silence for a while. It was not awkward but for some odd reason, my heart was beating harder and faster than usual. It was ridiculous. I was in bed with a girl I had feelings for, something I thought would never happen again, and I was scared of what could happen between us.

"How do you feel?" I finally asked, turning my body completely her way.

"I don't know. I thought I was healed but I guess it takes time." she admitted low. "I feel.. I feel worthless."

"They don't decide of your value." I pointed out in a whisper. "You're a million times better than them. You're special, Devie. You just can't see it."

"You don't have to say these things, Niall." she murmured, licking her lips before glancing at mine. "It's not your job to make me feel better about myself."

"I'm not just saying it, okay? I mean it." I insisted gently just as low. "Devie, you're anything but average."

"I'm below that."

"No, you're not." I quickly argued, bringing my hand to her cheek and running my thumb slowly on her face. "So you got your heart broken and it fucking hurts, I know. Someone played with your feelings and it's horrible, I know that feeling. But you? You as a person, you as a woman... you are not to blame. And it doesn't make you worthless. It just makes them assholes."

She swallowed hard and I saw her tear up as my heart kept thumping hard in my chest.

"Why are you so nice to me?" she breathed but I could still hear her voice crack slightly. "I thought you hated me."

"I never hated you. Not a second."

I felt a sudden rush invade my whole body as I admitted that to her. She blinked a few times and I brought my face closer to hers, pressing my lips against hers as my body started throbbing hard. I could feel her vibrate near me and I couldn't push the thought away, the one that told me she felt for me exactly the way I did for her.

"Why are you doing that, Niall?" she asked against my mouth, her lips brushing against mine.

"I just want to make you feel better." I explained, my eyes never leaving hers.

"How?"

I stared at her for a minute or two and she did the same. So many things came to my mind but I swallowed most words I wanted to let out. I had many ideas but I was not sure it would really make her feel better or if it would make me feel good. Was I doing that for myself? I wanted it to be exclusively about her, if only to show her I meant every word I had told her.

"When's the last time you had someone between your legs?"

Her face changed into surprise and something else I couldn't decipher. Was it lust? She squirmed slightly in bed and I could swear she had squeezed her thighs together but I didn't dare looking. I just let my eyes roam on her face from up close, waiting for her answer.

"I don't... I don't know." she confessed, licking her lips. "Henry was not so much into that."

"Henry is a fucking loser."

Silence invaded the room once again. It was pure torture waiting for her decision but at the same time, It gave me time to just stare at her the way I wanted to do it back when I was driving. She had a little scar barely visible near her mouth and I couldn't believe I had never noticed before.

"Nothing will have changed tomorrow morning, you know?" she pointed out with a small frown. "I will still be against love and romantic relationships."

"I know."

I couldn't say I didn't expect it but it still hurt me a bit. I knew it would take time and I was not even sure she would ever give me an other chance, but it didn't make me change my mind. I would still wait for her because there was no one I was ready to be with anyway, no one else I wanted or cared for.

"I just want to make you feel good."

She nodded so lightly I barely saw but I was suddenly impatient to taste her. I wanted to slip my hand in her sweatpants and touch her but that's not what I had mentioned and slowly, I brought my hand under the sheets, pulling gently on her pants. She moved her butt up and helped me until her pants fell in a light thud on the floor. Knowing she was naked from the waist down laying right next to me was exciting but I tried to focus on what I was about to do instead of all the other thoughts rushing to my brain.

I slid down before disappearing under the sheets and was glad that I had left the lights on, making it possible to see what I was doing through the white sheets of my bed. She brought her knees up, placing her feet flat on the mattress and exposing her pussy to me. I muttered a low 'fuck', barely believing what was happening and what I was lucky enough to see. I licked my lips without thinking at the sight of her inner thighs and breathed in, trying to bring my heartbeats back to normal.

Slowly, I ran two fingers on her slit and she tensed a bit before relaxing again. It was my cue to bring my mouth closer and press my tongue on her clit.

"Oh. Fuck." she let out, grinding a bit my way.

I stopped what I was doing and brought my mouth to her left thigh, sometimes leaving a trail of small kisses on it, sometimes brushing my lips against her skin before doing the same with the right one. I felt her squirm a bit and she seemed impatient but I didn't want to go too fast, especially if she hadn't had someone between her legs in a long time. I ran my tongue on one of her lips slowly, tilting my head slightly to suck on it gently and finally pushed my tongue inside her.

"Oh my.. god."

I started going slowly, moving my tongue in and out of her, and the faster I went, the more her hips met with my movements. She tasted amazing, the bitter-sweet flavor reaching my buds and making me slightly dizzy. She started whimpering and let out a few curse words but it's only when she moaned my name that I realized how hard I was.

"Fuck, Niall." her voice was low, in a mix of a whisper and a whimper, and my hard cock started throbbing against the mattress. I couldn't let that distract me and i brought my mouth to her clit, alternating between sucking it and flicking my tongue on it until I felt her squirm more.

She pushed the covers off my head and I pressed my cock harder on the bed, grinding a bit as I noticed she had moved her shirt up and was running one of her hands on her breasts. It reminded me of that time in the elevator when I had barely touched her and I just wanted to move back up to touch them. I fought against that urge and her free hand slipped in my hair, gripping it tightly and holding me down on her.

"Niall, please don't stop I'm gonna cum."

Her words brought a rush to my brain and I sucked harder, rubbing myself against the mattress at the same time as both my hands gripping her thighs tight, my fingers sinking in her skin. Her eyes were closed, her back was arching, and I knew it was a matter of seconds before I would see her cum.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." she let out and suddenly stopped moving.

He lips parted and an expression of intense pleasure appeared on her face as I kept going, trying to make her orgasm last as long as possible. She started shaking against me and I felt her gush on my lips and chin, almost bringing me to my own orgasm. It took a bit longer than I thought before her body relaxed and her grip in my hair loosened but when she did, her knees fell on the sides and she let out a satisfied whimper, making me smile against her pussy. I kissed her clit and it gave her a spasm before I ran my tongue again but very slowly between her legs, gathering her orgasm to taste her some more. She played with my hair, her fingers slipping in it before she scratched my head gently. I moved back up very slowly on top of her, leaving kisses on her stomach and letting my eyes linger a bit on her tits before moving up to her face. I could feel how hard her nipples were against my chest and her eyes fluttered open to meet mine. She sent me a fond smile until it suddenly turned into an amused one.

"That turned you on?" she asked, raising her eyebrows as I realized she probably felt how hard I was between her legs.

It was crazy but I could swear I could still feel her pussy throb against me, but it was probably just the throbbing of my cock against it. She reached for my face gently, biting her bottom lip, and wiped the vestige of her orgasm on my chin.

"Do you want me to-"

"No, no." I cut her quickly, shaking my head but still looking in her eyes. "I just wanted to make you feel better."

Her smile fell and she studied me for a while, her eyes slightly smaller. I remained motionless, letting her look at me, and when she brought one of her hands on my back, I held my breath. Her fingertips ran under my shirt, up and down my spine, and I licked my lips.

"How was it?" I wondered, sending her a small smile. "Better than Bob?"

She chuckled and shook her head with a grin. "I don't know a Bob."

We both chuckled again and I waited for my brain to form a coherent but not too intense thought before talking again.

"How about we try something else tomorrow?"

Her smile faltered and she started nibbling on her bottom lip. I knew she was hesitating but I counted on her post-orgasm feeling to help her agree to my proposition. I had never felt closer than anyone else in general, but it was the same thing sexually, and even if I shouldn't be surprised that Devon and I connected on everything, sex included, I couldn't help but be amazed by it. Was that what it felt like to meet someone that was perfect for you? Could that be qualified as 'soulmates'?

"Yea, we should."

Her answer made my lips curl into a big smile despite myself and I chuckled again.

"I thought we were not the kind of friends who have sex?" I teased with a grin, making her smile too and shrug.

"What happens here, stays here."

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sheakastilllovesjungjihoon · 3 years

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I was tagged by @gustingirl ahhh i love these!!

💌 - what day is ur bday?? Feb 28th

💌 - what’s ur fav colour?? blue...all colors of blue

💌 - whats ur lucky number?? 11

💌 - do u have any pets?? a dog named Gigi and 1 inside cat named Midnight but we also have like 7 outside cats who all have names lol

💌 - how tall r u?? like 5'6

💌 - how many pairs of shoes do u own?? not many like 4 pairs..should really get some shoes

💌 - favourite song?? at the moment it's I'm Gonna Love You by D.O (his VOICE)

💌 - favourite movie?? Ninja Assassin...yes cuz of my hubby Rain

💌 - what would be ur ideal partner?? someone with a great personality and sense of humor who also understands and accepts me and all my nonsense

💌 - do u want children?? NO

💌 - have u gotten in trouble w the law?? I got a ticket once for walking in the road...but we lived on a street with no sidewalks so how else am I to get down the road

💌 - favourite swear word?? fuck..fucking..muhfucka basically the word fuck lol

💌 - bath or shower?? shower but I would love to take a bath but our bathtub is way too small for my big ass lol

💌 - what colour socks r u wearing rn?? they are white footie socks

💌 - fav type of music?? R&B but I listen to just about everything

💌 - how many pillows do u sleep with?? 2 but I also have a shark plushie

💌 - what position do u sleep in?? on my left side...any other position causes pain

💌 - what u dont like when ur asleep?? I use to sleep in the dark and hated having the lights on but once I had that incident with an old lady standing over me while I'm laying down I can't sleep in the dark

💌 - what do u have for breakfast?? nothing...I don't eat until afternoon

💌 - have u ever tried archery?? yea and I suck at it

💌 - fav fruit?? lemons

💌 - do u have any scars?? yep. one on my forehead that stands out like Harry Potter's scar lol a couple on both knees...one on the inside of my right thigh and a couple on my right arm after putting it through a glass window

💌 - r u a good liar?? yep

💌 - whats ur fav type of girl?? a girl who is happy being herself

💌 - innie or outtie?? innie lol

💌 - left or right handed?? right handed

💌 - fav food?? burgers and fries...I like so much though

💌 - r u a messy or a clean person??? clean person but a lil mess is fine

💌 - most used phrase??" I don't know actually

💌 - how long does it take for u to get ready?? not very long maybe 30 mins

💌 - do u talk to urself?? oh yes I have lots of convos with myself

💌 - do u sing to urself?? sometimes yea

💌 - r u a good singer?? lmao no

💌 - biggest fear?? snakes and living without my mom

💌 - r u a gossip??. not really but I will listen if someone else is doing it

💌 - do u like long hair or short hair?? long hair

💌 - fav school subject?? English/Language Arts

💌 - introvert or extrovert?? introvert

💌 - what makes u nervous?? being out in public for long periods of time

💌 - who was ur first crush?? my kindergarten boyfriend was my first crush

💌 - how many piercings do u have?? one hole in each ear but they are closed

💌 - how fast can u run?? lmao

💌 - what colour is ur hair?? black

💌 - what colour r ur eyes?? brown

💌 - what makes u angry?? so much I can't even list them all honestly

💌 - do u like ur own name?? I do actually but I just hate being called by my full first name...don't do it...I will punch you in the throat

💌 - do u want a boy or a girl as a child?? NONE...listen yall lol I am 36 years old ok and I have spent more than half my life taking care of kids that are not mine...and I love them all so much..but I do NOT want a kid of my own...I just can't do it ok

💌 - what r ur strengths?? I don't know...I'm a straight-forward person and lil blunt but I know I got a good ass heart I honestly don't know what to put here:((((

💌 - what r ur weaknesses?? letting myself be hurt by the same shit over and over when I should know better

💌 - whats the colour of ur bedspread?? well it's kinda hot so I got a white sheet for now

💌 - colour of ur room?? it's white but I do have a couple posters hung up for color...my BTS poster my family gave me for christmas, a pic of Luke Keucely from my favorite football team Carolina Panthers and a pic of Captain Levi from Attack on Titan lol also some pics my nieces and nephews drew me cuz they love me haha

wow this was a ride lol I'm tagging @rawrimdrea @alldayxia @jiiinki @chocolateflavoredeyes and @rainoclock

#you guys don't have to do it but I'm tagging ya anyway lol #love you guys

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much-obliged-timothy · 3 years

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Dad Tim & Uncle Rhys Part 7

I had an absolutely soul-crushing, exhausting day at work and needed to write something soft. This didn’t come out the way I planned at all, but that about sums up my experience as a writer. I plan to make a master post for these shorts soon! And you can find part one here!

Rhys had reluctantly accepted that he’d somehow gotten himself dragged into a weird relationship with the Lawrence family.

It was why he was currently making his way to Tim’s house. Tim had invited him over for dinner and drinks. The two did have a little business to discuss, but the whole evening was largely casual.

Rhys had considered refusing, but one look at Phoenix’s excited little face and he knew his fate was sealed. The kid had taken a noticeable liking to him, even as Lorelei tried to steal away his affection for herself. Rhys wished she’d win it already.

Still, he wasn’t as moody as he expected when he knocked on the front door. He’d been in the house only twice before, once when Tim was sick and once to drop off some paperwork for Tim to sign.

Tim answered the door, wiping his hands on a towel as he stepped aside to less Rhys in. “Hey, Rhys. It’s almost ready. Mind keeping an eye on my kid while I switch over the laundry? He keeps getting close to the stove.”

“I knew you invited me here just to babysit,” Rhys said, shaking his head.

“Just go make sure my kid doesn’t cook himself to a crisp for a few minutes,” Tim said, waving him away. “Wine’s on the counter if you want to help yourself.”

Rhys made his way to the kitchen. Phoenix sat on the floor, tattered bear tucked safely into his lap and toy gun in hand. He was firing it off at a paper target hung up on the wall on the other side of the kitchen.

“Boss guy,” he said, looking up at Rhys. Phoenix pointed at the shirt he was wearing, a little Atlas T-shirt Rhys had gifted him. “State a’ the art. I dressed myself.”

His mismatched socks and the plaid shirt he wore unbuttoned over the Atlas one, which also didn’t match, definitely proved that. “So I see. I like your shirt. Where are the glasses?”

Phoenix pointed to one cupboard. “There.” He pointed to another. “And those are the hard day glasses.”

Rhys opened the second cabinet and pulled out a wine glass. “I take it Tim calls it that?”

“Uh-huh. When dad gets a hard day glass, it means I get an extra scoop of ice cream to shut my mouth about it when mom calls,” Phoenix said.

Rhys set the glass down and uncorked the wine. He poured himself a generous helping, then sighed and poured a glass for Tim too to be polite.

He turned back and nearly had a heart attack. “Phoenix!”

He lurched forward, snagging Phoenix’s shirt as he reached for the heated oven. He yanked the boy back, wrapping an arm around his chest.

“What the hell? That’s hot! That’s very hot! It’s-” He peered at the temperature, “425 degrees hot!”

Phoenix squirmed against him, effortlessly slipping out of Rhys’ hold. “It’s warm. I just wanna warm my hands.”

Tim poked his head in. “Phoenix Lawrence, are you trying to touch the oven again?”

Phoenix held up his hands. “They’re cold. I just wanna warm ‘em, dad.”

“You’re your mother’s son, you absolute headache,” Tim groaned, coming into the room. “Your hands wouldn’t be so cold if you hadn’t left the toy gun outside all damn day. It was freezing out today. That thing is never going to fully unthaw. Give it to me.”

Phoenix handed it over and Tim turned the sink on, letting the water get hot before running it over the toy. Phoenix tried to pull himself up onto the counter to watch, but failed.

Rhys sighed as Phoenix turned to him expectantly. Some part of him was admittedly touched, as Phoenix despised being touched by almost everyone but Tim. It was a sign of trust for him, something he didn’t give away easily after the trauma he’d endured growing up.

Rhys lifted the kid into his arms, letting Phoenix watch. When the gun was returned to him, he smiled wide and squirmed until Rhys set him down. He scooped up his bear and resumed his practice shots, Tim easily maneuvering around him.

“Hey, uh, I’ve got to ask about the bear,” Rhys said, nodding to it.

“Oh. Right, a few weeks before he was born, I thought…” Tim shrugged helplessly. “I dunno, I just thought he should have some toy or something to comfort him. So I fought my way into one of the gift shops and got him that bear. Everything had Hyperion on it, nothing I could do about that. But he took right to it. Rarely goes anywhere without it, and doesn’t want a replacement. He had a blanket, too, but one of the scavengers destroyed it in a fight when they found my hideout.”

“He tore it,” Phoenix said, looking upset. “And he stabbed dad and dad bled all over it.”

Tim knelt next to Phoenix and ruffled his hair, smiling sadly. “Yea, sorry about that, pal. But we’ll find you another one, someday. If you weren’t so picky…”

“It was my blanket!” Phoenix said.

“I know, I know. Sorry I bleed when I’ve been stabbed in the leg,” Tim said. “I’ll try to keep my blood in my body and off your possessions from now on. Now, help set the table while I get the food. And if you get near that stove again, I’m going to...do...something...uh, something that’s...a stern dad thing to do?”

“That’ll show him,” Rhys said.

“Oh, shut up.” Tim stood up and began to get the food together as Phoenix tried to set the table.

“Tried” was the key word. He was too short to reach most of the tableware, and had to drag a chair around to each cupboard. Rhys finally took pity and helped him, passing down whatever he needed.

When they were done, they gathered at the table, passing plates around and piling them with food. Tim wasn’t the best cook in the world, but he’d taken to it well enough.

“Hey,” Tim said, kicking Phoenix under the table and nodding to Rhys. “Tell boss guy what you did today.”

“I almost read a whole book by myself,” Phoenix said, eyes wide with pride.

“He’ll be putting in his application as soon as he can read the questions,” Tim said, but he gave Phoenix a proud smile.

“Uh...where is he? School-wise, I mean,” Rhys said.

“Ahead in some areas, behind in others. We taught him how to read certain signs in the casino, and Ember taught him the alphabet. He’s really good at math, and verbally he’s pretty advanced for his age. It’s just reading and writing he struggles with,” Tim said. “We work at it every night. We do at least two hours of homeschooling a night.”

“You do?” Rhys was surprised to hear that; Tim had his assignments done so fast that he had to be working on them at home.

Tim nodded. “Yea. I bring him practice sheets to do while I work during the day, and we go over them at night and then do some lessons. I’m college educated, remember? I’m no teacher, but I went online to learn how to teach my kid myself. And Ember calls to do lessons with him.”

Rhys had to respect that. Tim could be so flippant sometimes that it was easy to forget how seriously he took raising his son.

“Hey, um, Tim?” Rhys said. “You’re doing a great job raising him. You’re a good employee and a good dad.”

Tim seemed surprised. “I...thank you, Rhys. Thank you.”

“He’s the best dad!” Phoenix said. “‘Cept he takes forever in the shower.”

“Brat,” Tim said affectionately.

They ate, Tim and Rhys talking their business. Phoenix was quiet as usual, not interrupting them and instead entertaining himself in a way that wouldn’t distract them.

When they’d finished the meal, Tim brought out ice cream, Phoenix’s face lighting up. Tim handed him a bowl, but he reluctantly shook his head, pointing at Rhys.

“Boss guy first,” he said.

“Me first?” Rhys said.

“Dad said guests are s’posed to get food first,” Phoenix said. He hesitated, then blurted, “But save some for me. Please.”

“I’m not going to eat the whole thing!” Rhys said indignantly. “You’d have to roll me out of here.”

Phoenix watched anxiously as Rhys scooped himself ice cream. He took a generous portion, Phoenix leaning forward a little as if he was going to complain. A look from Tim had him pouting but staying quiet.

Rhys let him sit in his misery for a moment longer before passing the bowl to him. “A thanks for setting the table.”

Phoenix smiled widely, taking the bowl. “Wow! You don’t suck, boss guy!”

“Uh, just say thanks,” Tim said with a sigh. “‘You don’t suck’ isn’t the compliment you think it is.”

“Oh,” Phoenix said. “But he doesn’t suck. Look at all the ice cream he gave me, dad.”

“Yea, we’ll just not tell your mom you ate that much in one night,” Tim said, passing another bowl to Rhys. “Schooling I’m on top of, diet I’m working on.”

They ate their ice cream, Phoenix babbling on happily about the school lesson Tim had given him today. He was trying to tell Rhys about the story he’d read almost by himself.

When they’d finished eating, they all cleaned the kitchen together and shifted out to the living room. Phoenix sat in Tim’s lap on the couch, clutching a juice box in one hand and his bear in the other.

“Be right back,” Tim said, nudging Phoenix off himself. “I just have to use the bathroom.”

He disappeared down the hallway. Phoenix sipped at his juice box before looking at Rhys.

“Boss guy, if I learn how to read good, can I help at work?” he said.

“Read well,” Rhys said. “Not ‘read good’. Right, not the point here. Why do you want to help at work?”

“So dad can sleep,” he said. “He gets up real early sometimes to get work done.” He fidgeted with his juice box. “‘Cause of me. ‘Cause he’s busy helping me. I wasn’t s’posed to listen, but I did and I heard mom tell dad he’s gonna work himself to death. I don’t want my dad to die. I wanna help him.”

“That’s just a figure of speech. He won’t actually work himself to death,” Rhys assured.

But...Phoenix was right. Not only was Tim readjusting to life outside of the casino after fighting for survival daily for seven years, but he was also readjusting to having a busy, demanding job. And on top of that, he was a single father, raising his oops kid who was suffering much of the same trauma as him.

Rhys considered it. Tim rarely missed work, enough so that when he did, Rhys knew it was serious. He came early and stayed late. He left work and schooled Phoenix at home. He really had no free time for himself. His life had become work and parenting. He had no one to watch his son for a day so he could take a break.

Shit. Rhys thought back, realizing how quick he was to dismiss Tim’s obvious signs of exhaustion. The constant coffees, the bags under his eyes, the energy drinks, the way he needed to get up and pace a bit if he sat too long, his occasional quick temper.

“Phoenix, you’re just a kid. It’s not your job to worry about your dad,” Rhys said. “He’ll be okay.”

“But-” Phoenix started.

“Let me worry about him,” Rhys said. “Do you trust me to make sure he’s okay?”

Phoenix hesitated, clearly torn. His dad was the most important person in his life. He wouldn’t trust Tim’s safety to just anyone.

But Rhys must’ve really won the kid over, because eventually, he nodded. “Yea, okay. But I’m gonna learn how to read so I can help! I promise!”

When Tim returned to the room, Rhys glanced at Phoenix. “Hey, Phoenix, there were some chips in one of the cupboards. Can you get them, please? You can have some. I’m making that call even if your dad says no.”

“Yea, fine, I already let him eat like shit. What’s one more snack?” Tim said, waving Phoenix away.

“Gotta let me, or I’ll tell mom you swore again,” Phoenix said, heading into the kitchen.

“Tim,” Rhys said, leaning forward. “Do you want a day off?”

“Huh? Nah, don’t need one. I’ll fall behind,” Tim said. “And Phoenix likes going to work with me.”

“No, I mean…” Rhys shook his head a little. “I mean from work and from watching Phoenix. Just a day. Or even an evening.”

“What, with my abundance of babysitters?” Tim said, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ll watch him.” Oh, god, he was regretting it already. But Tim deserved it, so Rhys plowed on ahead. “I’ll take him for a day so you can have some rest. He can come to my office for the day. You can sleep in, or go out or...whatever.”

“You’d do that?” Tim looked amazed. “You’d really do that for me?”

“Yes,” Rhys said. “You’re kind of a pain in the ass, but you’re my employee and you work harder than anyone else I know. And I guess we’re...kind of...friends?”

Tim sat back. “I...thanks, Rhys.” He looked down at his wine. “Maybe...fuck, maybe if you wouldn’t mind just, you know, just taking him for an hour or two, just…” He sighed. “I’m a shit dad. Just so I can sleep in one morning. That’s all I need to recharge.”

“You just want to sleep in an extra hour or two?” Rhys said. “You don’t want to go out?”

“I’ve got nowhere to go,” Tim said. “My life changed the moment Ember told me she was pregnant. Phoenix is my responsibility, whether he was an accident or not. He’s gotten so much better since we came here, but he still has a long way to go. That’s my job to be by his side through it all, even if it’s exhausting. Honestly, Rhys, I’m not ready for time alone right now. I’m still working through my own shit from the casino. Having him with me keeps me grounded and reminds me why I have to work at getting better. But I could really, really use a little extra sleep one day.”

Rhys laughed. “Sleep it is. You name the day, and I’ll come pick him up and take him into the office.”

Tim smiled, small but sincere. “Thanks, Rhys. You’re a good friend.”

Rhys was spared answering that as Phoenix came back in, pulling himself up next to Rhys and holding out the bag of chips. Rhys opened it and let Phoenix have a handful.

“Hey, why not read that book to me?” Rhys said.

“Really? You’ll let me?” Phoenix said.

“Well, obviously. You’ve got to get better at reading, right?” Rhys said, winking.

Phoenix beamed. “Dad! Where’s my book? Gotta read for boss guy.”

So they all sat together on the couch, Phoenix in between them. He read painfully slow and struggled often, but he managed through most of the book with little help from Tim and Rhys. They let him pick out another book to try, and Rhys found himself spending the night helping a little boy learn how to read, Phoenix determined even when he screwed up or got stuck.

And two days later, Rhys picked him up from the house, Tim still fast asleep upstairs. He brought Phoenix to the office, telling the boy to close his eyes and hold his hands out.

When Phoenix opened his eyes, he found himself looking at a soft blanket with the Atlas logo, and “Phoenix Lawrence” stitched into the corner of it.

The smile on his face and the fierce hug he gave Rhys made it all worth it. He was suckered into this family, and as he hugged Phoenix back, he didn’t even mind it anymore.

#borderlands #timothy lawrence #borderlands rhys #dad tim & uncle rhys #borderlands au #My writing

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mysticalmusicwhispers · 3 years

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HELLO I'M BACK!! GUESS WHO HAS A TERM BREAK COMING IN A FEW DAYS I'M VERY HAPPY :D this ask is Very Long so i'm going to split it up into a few parts

part 1/2

But honestly, it would probably be something like “I’m going to bring a (dead) chicken to class for show and tell and you two need to act horrified and cause a ruckus because it would be fun and it would scare the other kids :)”. (this is probably bullying, so in an effort to make them slightly better kids, an alternative plot is that a stray cat has been coming to their school and in order to make friends with it, they feed it a whole-ass dead chicken Nyo China got from the butchers and was planning to cook for dinner. The teachers are horrified and confiscate Yao’s backpack for fear of germs and salmonella.)

hhhhhh the first idea is SO FUN my gremlin repressed anger eight year old self would've loved it. the idea of bringing a stinking plastic bag to school, opening it, revealing a dead, fly-infested chicken and then maybe playing a small game of lobbing the chicken around for funsies is both simultaneously horrifying and amazing. however the second idea is also amazing, one of my previous schools had stray cats and staff and students would feed and pet them (and i miss it :( ) and it was the Best feeling... or maybe they could do BOTH? but this time they're planning to bring a dead chicken to feed the cat (aw, even if yao probably gets detention. also a lecture from nyo china on what exactly you should feed a cat, including why you shouldn't steal the chicken she bought to feed it.) and the next time they can bring like. a bunch of dead flies to show their classmates but in a not bully way. i went once to this family friend's house in a part of the countryside that had an abundance of flies. (i literally haven't thought of this in years i'm remembering so many childhood things because of this omg) they had this paper covered with glue that the flies would land on and then be stuck on the paper. it was both disgusting and amazing to watch a black mass of bulbous bodies straining with their legs (which were probably thinner than my hair) to escape the paper. i also think that indchuran, being both little sadists in the making and having an abudnace of fascination like many children, would take great delight in watching an unsuspecting fly landing on the glue, watch it still, glancing around eerily similarly to when humans realise they have gotten themselves in a bad situation, and then start struggling with all their might to get out. but fuck the flies tho they landed on our food all the time there and it sucked. they can die :)

THE PROBELM is... how will they get that many flies in what i assume would be a gentrified ass area with frequent fumigation efforts given that nyo china would not accept anything than the best elementary education for her ward?? (i have a solution) maybe indus has friends in the countryside and she goes with aditya to visit them. and while they are talking aditya wanders about and discovers a few pieces of paper filled with flies. because he is a gremlin, he is Fascinated with these pieces of paper, and he takes one out to Further Examine. all the adults yell at him, but he is Fascinated and will not be stopped. and then a Thought occurs to him: who would probably enjoy this as much as he would? duh, his friends of course! good things must be Shared even if they're kind of disgusting! so what he does is he gets a disposable plastic tupperware like container, very gently places the fly paper into it, pokes a few holes for air, sprinkles some sugar because he thinks that'll keep them alive, and wraps most of it up in duct tape he found so indus can't see it. unfortunately most of the flies died on the way home because the container was stuffed into aditya's bag and the paper slid to the side + there wasn't enough air, BUT the dead flies are still a Sight to behold when he visits iran's house (which yao is /coincidentally/ visiting) to show them. then he brings it to school after the weekend, and everyone is Fascinated and thinks it is Very Cool, at least until the teachers see it and start screaming. they throw it away but indchuran get an Idea to put dead flies into the bags of people they hate (this is now just bullying) so that opens up a very few interesting weeks of attempts to collect flies in a fumigated city and Horror for the school. fun times for all!

😔 finding and reading that encyclopedia is probably one of my formative memories now and i wish it wasn't 😔 i bet yao during his teenage years would look back on it and be like "... oh my GOD." but i think he would appreciate her directness even if he didn't absorb all the information correctly or remember most of it lmao because it seems like only a very small percentage of the world has actually good sex ed and i don't think indchuran's school would be an exception. at least nyo china like you said instilled a good sense of consent with them 😔 also the idea of saying fuck in mandarin makes me break out in hives the AUDACITY of saying fuck in your first language but of course he would. he WOULD. nyo china probably wouldn't even have purposely taught him that which is why he doesn't know what it means, just that it's an insult, but once they come up to her to complain all she does is give them a Terrifying Contemptuous Glare and steer yao away from them. yao is her kid and therefore entitled to say fuck whenever he wants.

First things first I hope you had a good term break! this is... very overdue sorry about that :(

Second, ALSK:FJ:SLFDKSFDLKJSLDF the fly infested chicken is disgusting and I want so badly to intervene,,, they need hELP. Please learn about proper sanitation, children, I’m begging you T-T. Also, headcanon accepted: they’re ostensibly bringing it to feed the cats (which is hopefully allowed) but also they want to terrorize (or awe) their fellow classmates with this discovery. Watch the school call up nyo china about this, but she gets annoyed only because yao wasted human food in order to feed cats, not because he brought an inappropriately dead chicken to school that scared the younger kids and fellow classmates lol; what a great value system. Also this scenario def happened: School: your child got in a fight. Nyo China: Oh no! Did he win?

I am both fully revolted and half fascinated by the flypaper thing because on one hand I CANNOT stand flies, and killing them is 178% gross. But also the way you described it is... very compelling and I would like to experience that, gross as it is lol. So yea I can definitely see those three nastily observing the flies getting stuck to the flypaper one by one... they all intently watch the flypaper with round and curious eyes and it really looks very cute from far away, three heads of fluffy hair close together and bent over something, carrying on an animated whispered discussion, until you get closer and see that they’re watching flies on flypaper •—•;; An even more gross scenario would be if one of them accidentally squashes one and they crowd around to see what fly guts look like 😭 bonus points if it happens during school. Also YES to Indus’s countryside friend; I feel like India would have a lot of fun exploring over there and would be able to bring back v cool stories for city slicker Yao, and also Iran (although I don’t know where they’d live precisely. I feel like they’d probably have a medium sized house with very nice art and Classy furniture (they got good taste from somewhere), but they’d also knows a lot about how rural areas work and stuff, so uh.. suburbs? Or something like that?)

“then he brings it to school after the weekend, and everyone is Fascinated and thinks it is Very Cool. . .” O—O sigh... three balls of absolute chaos. At least the other kids are fascinated this time instead of apprehensive ^-^ but the dead flies in lockers AL:KDSLFDSJF PLEASE NO me as an elementary student would have been absolutely horrified and I. really hope they get detention for that lol; Please Tone Down kids 😔 (also do y’all get flies in the lights at school? Because every single classroom I’ve been in has either had flies, wasps, moths, or some other black spots in the lights and they’d multiply as the year went on 😭 I never thought about it too much but... what if they linger around to watch the lights get cleaned? o-o)

“i bet yao during his teenage years would look back on it and be like "... oh my GOD."” YEAH there’s always a select few memories that make you realize “what even WAS that” and I think this is one lol. Yao just buries it in the back of his spacious mental closet and makes India and Iran swear not to bring it up again but inevitably they do :))))) they find it rather hilarious, actually. Also yes at least Nyo China did a good job in that department!

“also the idea of saying fuck in mandarin makes me break out in hives the AUDACITY of saying fuck in your first language but of course he would” lol I wrote that thinking he'd call someone a 王八* (because it could technically pass as a regular noun o-o. Who knows, maybe he was insulting someone for being slow like a turtle but it got out of hand due to word choice lol) but... the second scenario is quite something... I don't know whether I should laugh or cry. RIP the other parents who just have to fervently hope that disgraceful kid from next door grows out of his foul mouth soon (he never does, just gets better at pretending his language is elegant and not at all dirty XD)

*for non mandarin speakers 王八 is literally a soft shelled turtle, but is actually a pretty big insult in mandarin :)

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koolchickskoolfics · 3 years

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im not super into webtoons but this is my friend @istanfrancisabernathy’s section of our google doc, copied near verbatim (only edits made are formatting stuff) bc i trust her god-tier taste

19 Days

This is a very popular webtoon Rn and it is SO FREAKIN GOOD. It’s really funny and it’s about these 4 friends and their high school ,,, adventures ig with a touch of ~mafia mystery~ as the desc says. This is also an ongoing webtoon so chapters are still being released ! Overall I’m in LOVE w this webtoon it’s so funny and sweet one of my personal faves.

Tamen de Gushi (Their Story)

THIS!!! This is similar to 19 days. It is a rlly romantic comedy type thing w,, sweet gfs and a really funny side friendship. Overall rlly enjoyed this one

Nan Hao and Shang Feng

Another comedy, sorry not sorry. Again, if you like 19 days and tamen de gushi, this is in the same vein, it’s about two best friends and one of the besties has a crush on this girl in his class. But little does he know that girl ships him with his best friend and it’s really funny and yeah 😀

Ganbare! Nakamura-kun!! (Go for it, Nakamura-kun!!)

THIS. THIS. THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER READ. it’s about a boy who has a crush on another guy in his class and it’s really simple and sweet and short but the art style is so CUTE and just everything about this manga is,,, chef’s kiss.

Shimanami Tasogare (Our Dreams at Dusk)

This is one of the first mangas that I read. This manga is genuinely one of the most beautiful manga’s I have ever read. Compared to my last couple suggestions this is a more serious manga. The main character is a boy who wants to kill himself after his classmates start to figure out that he is gay, but a mysterious woman saves him and takes him to this lounge-esque place where he meets a group of other LGBT people and basically it’s about the different struggles that these people deal with for being LGBT, and how the main character grows and learns to accept himself. It’s just so beautiful and melancholy and has really great representation and discussions so yes. I know this description is really fucking long but yeah I have a lot of feelings for this manga and could talk about it forever tbh

Ao no Flag (Blue Flag)

Lord forgive me I added a shounen manga to this list. But this is NOT your typical shounen manga. (Honestly, thinking about it, idk why this is considered shounen. More shoujo than shounen.) This is a romance/school/slice of life manga as well, but it truly has so much depth. It’s basically about a boy and his relationships with friends, girlfriend, trying to figure high school and life out. There is a love triangle type thing too, but manages to not be as cliche as I thought? Also, the dialogue in this manga is GREAT. Like, I was shocked at some of the discussions they had. And the ending is just…. *screams* this manga is another that I could talk about for fucking ever I really loved it.

Doukyuusei (Classmates)

This is it. This is what true love looks like. This is a really cute manga about a typical high school romance. Not much to say here but I really loved it. There is a fucking movie adaptation of this manga that is SO GOOD. The full movie is on YouTube so if you’re ever so inclined to watch it’s here

Suicide Boy

Okay lemme just say, with this webtoon: major suicide TW (obviously). It’s mostly humorous though.

It’s about a boy who basically keeps trying to commit suicide and failing and his adventures with friends and shit along the way. This IS a comedy but the theme is obviously dark and there are some somber moments so keep that in mind!!! But I really like this, the art style and the characters and uhhhh yeah

Umibe no Etranger - Stranger by the Sea

You thought it was over… you thought wrong 😈

This is a really cute manga as well I’m fully in love with the art style. There is some spicy content in this manga (only a little bit tho) but just uhhh yeah beware of that. The anime adaptation came out in Japan this year!! I have no idea when we will get it but I can’t wait. There is also a sequel that’s like way longer

Sasaki to Miyano

Currently reading this and I’m in love it’s so mf cute. It’s about a boy who reads BL manga,,, There is also an anime adaptation coming out for this too so um yes very much hyped as fuck

An Uncomfortable Truth

Genres: psychological/tragedy/drama (idk if you’re into those kinds of genres but yeah!!) also gore warning for this webtoon

This is a very disturbing and sad webtoon so warning asf but it was rlly good :(( about a yandere BOY with a very disturbing past and his brother

Given

music kageyama and hinata basically sad v sad but so very good

There’s an anime adaptation of this that’s really good too it’s just called Given

Tokyo Revengers (this is my fav manga atm)

Omg wait I’m adding to this after so long,,, I forgot to add this, it’s literally amazing bye

It’s about a 26 year old guy who’s pretty lame and basically has done jack shit with his life. He sees on TV that his girlfriend from middle school died and then he discovers that he can travel back in time when he gets in an accident and he decides that he’s going to try and go back in time to save her life/stop her from dying. It’s an action manga and is mainly about gangs so yeah 👍 but pls it’s literally so fuckijg good and it’s one of those stories that I got hooked on from the very beginning and yea and the art is wonderful

#webtoon masterlist

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loveisblindfanfictionbka · 3 years

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Love Is Blind: Chapter Three

Marcus smirked as he watched Chris mess with the straw in his drink, “Man, whoever she is has got you messed up bad.”

Chris jerked his head up and frowned in confusion, “huh?”

“You have completely zoned out on me, Bro. What’s going on?”

“Just thinking.”

“So your divorce? What happened?”

“I wasn’t any good for her. It just wasn’t gonna work out.”

“How’d she take it?”

“Not good. I’m surprised she hasn’t put a hit out on me.”

Marcus chuckled, “that woman loves you too much.”

“Loved.”

“Loves. I said what I said.”

“Do you know something I don’t?”

“Do you know she hasn’t dated since your divorce?”

“No. I never bothered to keep up with her.”

“Really?”

“I don’t have the right to. Why keep up with her life if I didn’t have the decency to stay in it?”

“You got a point.”

“So who is the new girl?”

“There is no new girl. Just somebody I’m getting to know.”

“So there is a new girl.”

“No.”

“Chris, we can play with semantics all night but be honest, do you like her?”

“Yes but we’re just friends.”

“For now.”

“She’s still in love with her ex-husband. I’m not in control of my life and neither of us are looking for anything serious.”

“Then what’s the harm in making her your new girl. You both know whats the deal up front.”

“Besides she doesn't want to meet me anyway.”

“You’ve never met?”

“I met her online. I only have a vague idea of what she looks like but we’ve never actually seen each other or spoke to each other.”

“Really? I didn’t know you were into that.”

“I set it up out of boredom but I got lucky with talking to her. She’s really nice.”

“What she do?”

“She’s a Vet. Owns her own clinic and shelter”

“Nice. Is she local?”

“Not sure. I know her business is in the city. Never asked if she lived there or not.”

“Chris, you might know her already.”

“I doubt it besides I think the not knowing her is the best part.”

“No identity, no expectations.”

“Exactly.”

“Well more power to you. Hope you don’t miss out on an amazing woman wanting to be all mysterious and shit.”

“I’m not concerned.”

A: How has your day been?

C: Hectic. My daughter caught the flu so I’m out of commission for the next few days

A: Aww...poor baby. Is this the first time she’s been sick?

C: No so I’m pretty prepared for the theatrics that will be coming my way

A: She’s that kind of kid, huh? Lol

C: Lol regardless of the fact that she’s three, she gets sick and reverts to an infant but I love babying her. Just don’t tell her that

A: Lol, your secret is safe with me

C: How have you been?

A: Good. Finalizing details for this gala a certain someone got me to attend

C: Lol, you made the deal, I just accepted

A: Yea. Whatever.

C: Did you decide on a date for our virtual outing?

A: I mean you have the child

C: It’s not like I’m gonna be leaving my house though

A: That is true

C: Are you nervous?

A: No, it’s not like you’re gonna hear my voice or see me. What’s there to be nervous about?

C: I don’t know I’m asking you

A: Are you free this weekend?

C: 8 pm Saturday?

A: Works for me

C: Cool

A: You know you could’ve just picked a time and told me

C: Yea but it was your idea so your choice

A: Hmm...I guess

C: What you thinking about?

A: If I should send you a sneak peek of my dress

C: You have it already? I thought the gala wasn’t for another month

A: A month goes by fast especially if you own your own business, time is not of the essence

C: Ah, very true. Are we still doing text to speech or?

A: I have some equipment I can use for voice changes. You?

C: I work at a college, I’m sure I can find some

A: Cool

C: Is your voice that distinctive that I’d be able to figure out who you are from hearing it?

A: Yes.

C: Ah, now I’m curious

A: It’s not that I’m worried about knowing you but I’ve been interviewed and stuff before so hearing my voice would definitely be a dead giveaway and ruin the mystery

C: I understand.

A: Does any of this make you uncomfortable?

C: No. It keeps things simple and uncomplicated. No complaints from me

A: Cool

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Robyn quickly composed herself as she posed for the picture in front of her phone. The self-timer clicked and she grabbed the device to see her handy work. She smiled at the successful shot. No identifying marks but it captured her body and clothing perfectly. She sat down and logged into her dating app to send the picture to Chris. Not wanting to be consumed with nervousness, she logged out completely before taking off her clothes and heading to take a shower. Their double blind virtual outing was tonight.

Chris smiled as his phone pinged and he clicked on the new message. The long-sleeve navy blue dress hugged every curve of Anna perfectly. She was completely covered but it still felt just as sexy as if she was naked. That was an art. The message read, “I probably could’ve waited a few weeks to send you this but I figured what the hell. What do you think?”

Chris rubbed his hand along his chin then through his hair as he stared at the picture. Was he making a mistake letting this stay just an online thing? Could she really be as amazing as she seemed? Maybe it was just the lust talking. He had sworn off women the past few years so it wasn’t like he had many outlets for any kind of attraction. Anesa was with his sister and cousins for the night while he had his virtual outing with Anna. He really didn’t understand why she just didn’t call it a date but then again they aren’t supposed to be dating so it makes sense.

Robyn shook off any nervousness as she sat down in front of her computer. It was easier to not be tempted to use the camera if she didn’t have one so she decided to use her desktop instead of her laptop. The older monitor was wired for sound but not video. She had emailed Chris a link to the video chat site with its autoset to start at 8pm. She glanced at the cover of the screen and sighed as the clock flipped from 7:59 to 8:00.

“Hi Anna,” an auto generated voice came through her speakers

“Chris, it’s nice to hear your voice.”

Chris laughed, “well something like my voice. How are you?”

“I’m great. You?”

“I’m good. Thank you for the picture.”

“Eh, I was trying it on and thought why not. You never answered my message”

“Well, I knew I was gonna talk to you soon so I figured it’d be easier to say what I was thinking than writing it”

“Ah, so what do you think?”

“I think you look incredible. It’s hard to be sexy and completely covered from neck to toe but you definitely pulled it off.”

“Why thank you. My friend was a little upset that I picked that dress.”

“Why?”

“She thinks I need to show more skin.”

Chris laughed, “well you’re single, no harm in doing that.”

“Single and not trying to mingle though.”

“If you look as amazing in the face as your body does. Nothing short of staying home would keep people, men especially, from trying to talk to you.”

“Oh don’t say that.”

“Why? It’s the truth.”

“Still don’t say it.”

“You’re afraid of dating?”

“No, just not prepared for it. I don’t really want to like anybody else.”

“Not even me.”

“You are a very pleasant and partially unwanted surprise. I don’t think I could not not like you though.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment”

“Good because I meant it as one,” Robyn laughed, “Feel weird yet?”

“Nope. This is a lot easier than typing though.”

“It is.

“So how was your day?”

“It was good. I had the start of auditions for my upper level songwriting and music composition classes.”

“Really? How do those work?”

“The student either performs live or brings in a recorded piece that they wrote and/or composed.”

“Do they have to be the performer?”

“It is preferable but no. I get my share of duos from time to time.”

“Is it easier to audition as a duo or solo?”

“To me, neither. I try to be equally as hard on all my students.”

“Did you work in the music industry before?”

“Actually no, just a dream deferred, I guess.”

“What about your divorce made you switch careers?”

“Music has always been healing for me. I had no desire to be famous or anything like that but I wanted to deal with music. Teaching did that for me.”

“Were you healing from your marriage?”

“No. My mother had passed away and it just threw my life into a spiral.”

“Were you close?”

“Not like we should’ve been. I was raised by another family member and my mom wasn’t really around most of my life.”

“That’s sad.”

“It’s life. You learn to make the best of it.”

“It doesn’t sound like you did.”

“To be honest, I didn’t at first. I was mad at everything and everybody. I just gave up.”

“And your marriage was a casualty of that.”

“Yup.”

“And you still love her?”

“I don’t want to but I do.”

“I know that feeling. So you were adopted by the family member or they just took you in?”

“Just took me in, nothing official.”

“Oh ok.”

“You have a good relationship with your family?”

“Yea, I think we still sit on different sides of the fence when it comes to my ex but other than that nothing major.”

“Why?”

“They loved him. He was my high school sweetheart so we kind of grew up together.”

“Same here. Do they want you guys to get back together?”

“Absolutely.”

Chris laughed.

“Sometimes I wonder if there were things he told them that he couldn’t tell me.”

“It’s possible. It's easier to open up to somebody you don’t feel responsible for. Men worry a lot about looking weak in front of their spouses. We wonder if women will still trust our judgment if they think we’re more emotional than logical.”

“Any woman worth her medal knows men are more emotional than logical, y’all just like to play with semantics. Just because you don’t deal with your emotions doesn’t mean they don’t exist or magically go away. Y’all just have different methodologies than we do.”

“Were you a therapist in a past life?”

Robyn laughed, “No, I took basic psychology classes in college.”

“Definitely sounds like you took more than the requisite elective.”

“I did. Almost had enough for a minor but I overloaded on vet classes to try to finish my bachelor’s early.”

“Did you?”

“Just a semester early, nothing too major.”

“That’s awesome. Were you always a vet?”

“Actually no. I took a few years off after veterinary school, did a bunch of odd jobs before I came back to my chosen profession.”

“Ah, good deal.”

“It had its perks.”

“How’d your husband feel about that?”

“We weren’t married initially but he didn’t seem to mind even after we did get married. He had a bit of an old school rearing and liked being a provider, I can admit.”

“And all that time you never had children?”

“I don’t think he could’ve emotionally handled children but then again, we might have fought for our marriage more if there were some involved.”

“You think so?”

“We both grew up in separated families, raised by a single parent or guardian. Two parent households weren’t the norm for either of us.”

“Ah ok.”

“We had always maintained the idea of having children once we got married but then we got married and things just didn’t work out. I wanted to try immediately after the ceremony but he kept stalling. First, it was getting his career off the ground then the timing just wasn’t right and by then we were divorced. I don’t think he wanted children with me.”

“You know being a parent isn’t something to take lightly, from what it sounds like it wasn’t you, he just wasn’t ready. At least, he was self aware to know that.”

“And your wife?”

“After the first year, we barely had sex.”

“Were you not attracted to her anymore?”

“I was. I just didn’t really like myself anymore and it made it hard to be physical with her. We had years of having sex and making love. I wasn’t the same so it didn’t feel the same, I felt like I was shortchanging her.”

“Sounds like you made a lot of decisions for her.”

“I know she would’ve stayed if I didn’t leave but I also knew she wasn’t happy. I couldn’t say I love her and subject her to an unhappy marriage, it’s not fair.”

“Why didn’t you just get help?”

“I did that’s what led me to ask for a divorce.”

“Your help told you to get divorced?”

“Not explicitly. My therapist told me that I needed to take time to focus on myself with no distractions. My mother had died, My father showed back up in my life. It just felt like everything was falling apart and then I had my wife. Trying to be supportive but completely unhappy and walking on eggshells. It felt like I was torturing her and I didn’t want us to live like that. I didn’t want her to live like that. When I tried to explain what was going on, it just made everything worse.”

“What you mean?”

“I broke her. In such a short marriage, I broke her and I didn’t know how to undo what I had done. I also wasn’t in the space to undo it. I just wanted to die and I didn’t want her to see that.”

‘Did you try to-”

“It was a week after she had moved out. Complete nervous breakdown.”

“Chris, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was bound to happen. The mind can only take so much before it has to reset itself.”

“Did you tell her?”

“No. I made my family promise not to say anything to anyone either. I made her leave for that exact reason. Sometimes you can just feel when you’ve reached your breaking point.”

“True. So she had no idea?”

“No. If she had, she probably would’ve came back and never went through with the divorce. I didn't want her spending her life fixing my mess, that’s my job.”

“Wow. I appreciate you telling me this.”

“I’m surprised I did. Had this been a year or two ago, I probably would’ve stopped talking to you as soon as you asked about her.”

“Really?”

“Yea. Failure sucks.”

“Well, it doesn’t sound like you failed. It’s not like all avenues had been exhausted.”

“If your ex-husband had did this, would you be so accommodating?”

“If he had actually told me all this happened with him, absolutely. This is so much different than the silence and moping around that I got.”

“What if it wasn’t?”

“I mean I definitely have to get over feeling so betrayed first. Ten years of a relationship and he couldn’t trust me enough to let me in, that’s a hard pill to swallow.”

“Yea but it happens. I imagine my ex-wife would probably feel that exact same way.”

“I might not know you well enough to say this but I really think you should find her and talk to her. The years may have softened her.”

“I don’t think it would be right. I caused her enough issues, the last thing she’d probably want is to be reminded of me.”

“There you go making decisions for her again. You never know until you find out.”

“I guess.”

“Unless you don’t want to find out.”

“What you mean?”

“I think you’re afraid that you really did break her and she never bounced back. I think finding out that she hasn’t moved on scares you more than anything.”

“I-”

“You love her and I don’t think you will ever stop, so you want her to be happy. You want her to have forgotten about you and got everything she ever wanted in life. But if she hasn’t, you’d have to realize that though you did everything to protect her, you made the biggest mistake making her go especially when she didn’t want to. As a woman who’s been there and still there, you didn’t give her a chance to be what you needed because you were so worried about not being what you thought she wanted, even though you never asked.”

Robyn pulled her covers up under her chin as she laid back staring at her ceiling. Talking to Chris, really got her to thinking about her ex-husband. Did something happen to him to make him shut him down? Did he really walk out to save her like he told her? If so, why didn't he trust her to be there for him? At least this Chris is healed but clearly she has a penchant for damaged men. Is she a damaged woman? Did her ex really break her to the point she could never recover?

Chris sat on the phone with Anesa, half listening to her ramble about her day. He was going to go get her from his sister’s house but after talking with Anna, he needed the night to himself, to regroup. He couldn’t say that she was wrong. He never really thought about if his ex-wife was happy or not since he left. At least not out loud. Like what right did he have to shake up her life again after shaking it up in the first place? That’s why he never asked about her. It wasn’t right to be about her life if he made the initiative to walk out of it. Anna really showed him the other side of the situation, it really wasn’t as pretty and hopeful as he thought it would’ve been. He never thought of his divorce as a mistake but did he really ruin something that could’ve been fixed?

#loveisblindfanfiction #chrianna

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kuratoki · 4 years

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Changes 01

I got into NCT Dream recently (cause i saw their cover of BOA’s No.1) and safe to say that they stole my heart? Jeno the big puppy especially which inspired me to write this series :) This was the absolute last day I could post this...why? Cause I’ve already written half the story and in order for me to post Jeno’s birthday chapter in time, it had to be posted today!

Do you agree that things change in time? Well four years abroad would tell wouldn’t it?

Pairing: Reader x Jeno ft. NCT

Words: 5931

Warning: None in this chapter

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It was the start of the new school year and after a long conversation with your mentors at a prestigious ballet academy in Europe, you made the choice to move home. During the school year, you were a ballet dancer and one of the top juniors at the academy and when summer came, you attended dance camps to pursue your interest in other styles.

After talking to your family about your wishes and receiving their full support, you spoke to your Dean about leaving and he recommended SM Arts Academy. It was the best dance academy in Asia and you could only attend through an audition or a letter of recommendation which he said he’d be happy to write. After packing up, you found yourself back on Korean soil and preparing for your first day at SMAA.

“We’re really happy to have you here Y/N, the Dean at your Ballet Academy has only said the best things about you.” Mr. Lee, the Dean of SMAA (SM Arts Academy) said as the two sat in his office.

“We’ve organized a guide for you that should be here shortly and he can help you get situated.”

“Thank you sir.” you said with a slight bow, just as a knock on the door came.

“You wanted to see me Mr. Lee?” the voice asked and your eyebrows furrowed trying to figure out where you heard it before.

“Perfect timing Jaemin” The Dean said and your eyes widened, “Y/N, I’d like to introduce you to Na Jaemin, he will be your guide for the semester. Jaemin, this is Y/N, she just transferred over from an Academy in Europe and will be joining us from now on.”

The two of you stared at each other and Jaemin extended his hand, “It’s nice to meet you Y/N.”

“You too.” you said as you shook his hand, wondering if he remembered you.

“I’ll let you two get on your way and welcome again Y/N '' Mr. Lee said as he led you out of the office once he told Jaemin what was expected from him.

“Thank you sir.” the two of you said before Jaemin turned to look at you.

“I’ll show you your locker first and then we’ll head to class.” he said and you nodded, following him down the hall.

Once everything was settled, he told you to wait outside while he went in to talk to the instructor and once you heard your name called, you entered the studio and bowed to everyone before introducing yourself and sat next to Jaemin.

“Do you know a Hana by chance?” Jaemin asked out of the blue once class was over and you turned to look at him.

“Kim Hana?” you asked and Jaemin nodded, “Wait you’re the Jaemin she’s dating?”

“Ah,so it is you!” Jaemin said grinning “You went to the Incheon Dance Academy right? I heard you were accepted into the ballet program in Europe a few years back and thats why you stopped coming to classes.”

“Yea, the offer came before we were supposed to start classes again so I had to leave right away. How did you know I was accepted into the program?” you asked curiously as you followed him to the door.

“Jeno’s mom ran into your mom at the supermarket about a month after you left and asked why you weren’t in classes anymore and then she told Jeno.” Jaemin answered before asking curiously, “Why didn’t you tell anyone you were leaving? Jeno was in such a mood the day he came and told me the news.”

“Things started changing and I felt like I was going down a different path” you said, biting your lip nervously before your eyes widened, “Wait Jeno’s here?”

“He was literally sitting behind us in class.” Jaemin stated looking down at you confused, “Have the first day jitters got you that bad?”

Before you could form an answer, you were suddenly tackled from the back and the giggle you heard was all too familiar.

“Ah! You’re finally here!” Hana said as the two of you hugged before she pulled away and waved to someone behind you, “Jisung!!”

“What about the boyfriend?” Jaemin asked in complete shock from being ignored as Jisung joined your group, slightly out of breath since he ran to catch up with you and Jaemin.

“I’ve always liked Y/N better than you.” Hana said, looking at her boyfriend innocently while still clinging to your arm, making Jaemin scoff.

“I totally forgot you were transferring.” Jisung said scratching the back of his head nervously, after giving you a hug, “When I saw you in class in today I was like wait…”

“I totally didn’t see you.” you admitted sheepishly and Jisung shrugged, just happy that you were all together again, “I literally just got back yesterday so I’m kind of jet lagged.”

“All that matters is that the three of us are together once again.” Hana said grinning, “There's two spots left in third period A. Contemporary and we find out who gets in today. So fingers crossed.”

“What do you have next?” Jisung asked as you looked down at your schedule.’

“Music theory.” you said and Jaemin frowned.

“They make me your guide but they couldn’t give us anything close to the same schedule.” he said and looked at his timetable, “That’s in the opposite direction I’m headed in too.”

“I have music theory next.” Jisung said comparing your schedules, “We also have advanced contemporary next period but we don’t have English which is last period.”

“That’s perfect, Jeno and I have English last period so we can meet you guys outside of the dance studio after third period.” Jaemin said, “Do you mind showing her around for a bit? I’m gonna meet up with Jeno and run to next period.”

“I’ll see you guys at lunch.” Hana said as she got ready to leave since she had a different class than everyone else, “Let’s hang out after school today kay?”

“Oh, let’s go get our after camp special as a reunion meal.” Jisung suggested, his mouth watering at the thought of Korean BBQ, “No boyfriends allowed, sorry Jae.”

“I’m in.” you said as Hana nodded.

“We’ll meet at the front of the school after last period.” she said and gave Jaemin a quick kiss before leaving for class.

“We should get going too.” Jisung said, “The teacher hates it when we’re late.”

“See you guys at lunch.” Jaemin said waving as the two of you disappeared down the hall.

He turned around when someone put their hand on his shoulder and grinned when he saw his best friend Lee Jeno.

“Sorry it took so long, the instructor was telling me that I got transferred to a different third period class.” he apologized, “Was that who I think it was?”

“Yep.” Jaemin answered, “She just left with Jisung for second period.”

“I heard that she’s been abroad for a while” Jeno said thoughtfully, thinking about the last time he heard about you.

“Apparently she transferred back. Why don’t we ask Hana at lunch? Apparently they know each other from some dance camp..” Jaemin suggested, “Anyways, want to hang out after school? Hana and Jisung are taking Y/N out for dinner and it’s a no boyfriend allowed situation.”

“And you’re actually going to listen to her?” Jeno asked, looking at his friend with raised eyebrows, wondering how Jisung played into this.

“Heck no, we’re going to let them catch up and them “meet” them after their meal.” Jaemin said casually, “So you in?”

“Sure why not.” Jeno shrugged and let his mind drift once the two started walking to their next class.

The last time he saw you was close to four years ago right before summer ended and you were set to return to the academy. Despite what Jaemin may have thought, you and Jeno were a lot closer than you let on and that was because throughout your whole lives, you grew up as neighbors, classmates and best friends.

Jaemin and Jeno were all contemporary dancers and focused on all aspects of dance while at the time, you were just focused on ballet. It wasn’t that you weren’t interested in other styles, no. It was your mothers dream to dance with a national ballet company and she wanted to pass that dream on to you so you had been taking ballet lessons for almost your whole life in order to please her.

Over the years you and Jeno would sneak out from time to time to a spot in your neighborhood that you called your spot which overlooked the city. It was the place where the two of you could forget about dance for a while and just be the children you were. You discovered it after an argument with your parents went wrong and you ran out of the house. Jeno had seen you bolt out your front door and since it was already dark, he quickly went after you and by the time you stopped, you were at the top of a hill behind some apartments.

That was the first time he remembered hugging you. The two of you stayed there for a few hours just talking, the two of you sitting side by side with his arm wrapped around your shoulder where you occasionally rested your head before he walked you home. He remembered you kissing him on the cheek and thanking him for being there.

He knew then that his feelings changed for you from something completely platonic to something more. At the time he was young and didn’t know how to deal with them and was crushed when he found out you transferred out without telling anyone. After that he started freezing people around him out and focussed on his dance only. It was his hard work that got him accepted into SM Arts School and he recently wondered what it would be like to see you again.

When he saw you in class, it was obvious that you had changed a lot. You were more beautiful than he last saw you and the air of maturity surrounded you. Throughout the class, he tried his hardest to focus on the routine but there were times where he caught himself thinking how much you’ve improved over the years.

“What did you switch your third period class to?” Jaemin asked, knocking Jeno out of his thoughts.

“Advanced Contemporary.” he answered as he saw Jaemin’s eyes light up, “I think Hana got in too but she won’t be starting till tomorrow.”

“Y/N and Jisung both have that class too. You can walk her to English after and catch up.” he said excitedly, “That way I don’t have to rush from my third period class to get her.”

“Why would you have to get her?” Jeno asked weirdly.

“I’m her guide for the semester but we only have two classes together. Turn’s out she and Jisung are actually good friends and have the next two periods together.”

“She and Jisung?” Jeno asked and Jaemin shrugged.

“Hana seemed happy that the three of them were together again or whatever so they all must’ve met at the same camp.” he said once they got to class and Jeno spent the remainder of the period thinking about your return and barely paying any attention to the class.

When second period ended, you were surprised to see Hana waiting outside your classroom when you and Jisung walked out.

“I’ll catch up with you guys in the lunchroom.” he said with a quick wave as he rushed down the hall leaving you to look at him with confusion.

“What the?” you asked looking at Hana who grinned before looping her arm through yours.

“It’s a surprise. We have to go too.” she said giggling as you walked towards your locker.

As the two of you walked towards the lunch room, you could hear loud music blaring and saw students standing in a circle.

Hana, who still had a grip on your arm pulled you toward the front and that’s where you saw Jaemin, Jeno and Jisung knelt down before the song changed and the trio started dancing, causing cheers to erupt from the crowd.

“Perfect timing.” Hana said watching the boys with a large smile as Jaemin smirked at the crowed and Jeno yelled out.

“Lets go!”

“What is this?” you asked her curiously as your eyes remained fixated on three boys, specifically one in particular.

“The boys are part of this large dance crew that have students from other departments. It's like a dance club but not exclusive to just dance majors. Jaemin says that theres a rep for each department so you could imagine how big this club actually is. This year, the three of them were asked to open the school year.” Hana explained, “This was the dance Jisung was practicing throughout the summer, can you tell?”

You nodded your head watching your friend in his element. He had this cool swag style in his dancing, a style that was almost the complete opposite from his persona which was more shy and reserved. You then turned to Jeno and saw the power and passion he put into each move and you heard yourself gasp.

“When did Jeno turn into a man?” you asked yourself though Hana heard it and nudged you.

“Jeno?” she asked, “How do you know Jeno?”

“We were neighbors growing up and went to the same dance academy. Remember the first summer we met and I said I was trying to get over someone?” you asked quietly, so quietly that Hana had to lean in to hear you.

“Wait, it was THAT Jeno? Like my boyfriends best friend?” she asked, turning to you wide eyed and you nodded though your eyes continued to admire Jenos precise movements.

“He’s one of the nicest guys I know, how could someone like that break your heart?” she asked with a small pout, “Jaemin did tell me that Jeno’s refused to date since someone he cared about left him…were the two of you closer than you lead on?”

You nodded again, surprised from Hana’s information. Jeno had been one of the popular students at your old dance academy and you considered yourself lucky to even be around him. Girls were always using you to get close to him and it got to a point where you had to seperate yourself from everything to focus on ballet. You had never been one for the in crowd but being friends with Lee Jeno changed that.

You remembered telling him that you always wanted to go to Europe to pursue ballet while he always thought that the three of you, including Jaemin would apply and take over SMAA. That was before Hyolin, a girl from another town transferred to your academy and unfortunately, she set her eyes on Jeno right away.

As time went by, you saw him less and less. Hyolin didn’t like you since Jeno still insisted on walking home with you after classes were over or he’d wait for you to finish ballet practice so you could grab a meal before heading home. She started saying mean things to you, how she was just friends with you to get closer to Jaemin and Jeno. You knew all this already which was why it was so much easier to focus on your ballet instead of worrying what the two boys thought.

But it was those nights you spent at “your spot” that you cherished and left thoughts of school behind you. You went to the spot everytime you needed to think. It was the spot where you had to make a decision, regardless of the consequences, you had to do it for yourself.

The day you got your acceptance letter was the happiest but also heartbreaking day of your life. You were supposed to meet Jeno and Jaemin for your weekly movie night that Jaemin organized with a few of your friends. Jeno had asked you to meet him earlier in the evening so you could go to Jaemins together since he wanted too spend time with you before your friends took all your attention.

What you didn’t expect was to leave your house only to see Jeno and Hyolin lip locked in the alleyway between your houses. You couldn’t remember what you felt that day but you just remembered suddenly cancelling on the movie night saying that you weren’t feeling well before contacting your new school to accept their offer. It was convenient that classes started within the week so you were set to leave within the next three days.”

Jeno did come by that night and called you on multiple occasions to see what was up since you never showed up when you were supposed to meet but it took him a whole month after that to find out that you left without telling anyone. Since he didn’t know you saw what happened, he was more confused than ever.

You spent your first year at your new school forgetting everything and everyone back home. Hyolin was beautiful and kind so you could see why Jeno would like someone like her. It hurt that he never told you about it but maybe it was something that he was keeping to himself. You two were just friends after all and it wasn’t like when you were growing up where you would tell the other everything.

After your first year abroad, you came back to Korea for a dance camp that one of your instructors suggested you attend in order to broaden your horizons and that was how you met Jisung and Hana. You had met Hana during orientation and the two of you were in the same activity group as Jisung and that was how you got close. Jisung helped you open your eyes to other styles of dance and it was because of him that your heart from your previous heart break healed. But unlike Hana, Jisung had no idea that you knew Jeno or Jaemin, his two best friends from school at the time.

The fade out of the music was what brought you back to your senses and when you looked up, you saw Jeno looking at you from his ending pose before the crowd around you cheered for the three boys. Juniors were looking at them with admiration while girls gave heart eyes and many started approaching the group, asking to have lunch with them.

Jisung was the first to break away once he saw you and Hana waiting on the sidelines and you quickly pushed your thoughts of Jeno aside once he approached the two of you.

“Dude that was so cool!” you said excitedly high fiving your best friend, “So that was the choreo you were practicing during our free time.”

“Did you like it?” he asked clearly out of breath as he grabbed a water bottle from his bag, I made some tweaks from what you saw a few weeks back but the whole routine was choreographed by the three of us.”

“I expected nothing less from our top contemporary dancer.” you said with a grin, “The whole thing was so powerful.”

“Thanks Y/N” Jaemin said as he and Jeno approached the group and he wrapped his arms around Hana, “You remember Jeno right?” he motioned to the boy who was much more muscular from the last time the two of you had seen each other.

“Of course. He was the top dancer at IDA” you said giving him a small smile and wave, “It’s been a long time.”

Jeno stared at you for a few moments, surprised that you were acting completely normal but at the same time, he didn’t know what to expect.

“It has.” he said with a nod,trying to act as normal as he could, “I heard you were in Europe for the last few years. How was the program?”

“Exhausting but thrilling.” you answered, smiling as you reminisced about the classes and workshops you once took, “Like, it was a good experience but I figured that if I wanted to take dance more seriously, I couldn’t focus on only one style.”

“Which is why you transferred over right?” Jaemin asked as you nodded.

“Also because she couldn’t be apart from Jisung and I much longer.” Hana added with a smile, “We tried to convince her to transfer after our second year at camp but it took an extra two for her to actually make a decision.”

“It was a four year program.” you said in defense, “I wanted to finish it before I started something else. You and Jisung were just bonuses.”

“So you’re officially done then?” Jaemin asked and you nodded again.

“I could’ve continued with the advanced classes but after talking to my mentors and these two, we came to the conclusion that as much as ballet will always have my heart, my interest in dance in general kind of took over.” you answered.

“We should show them some of the routines that we worked on this past summer.” Hana said once the group was situated with their meals outside in the courtyard “Better yet, you and Jisung should show them the piece that won you the Dance All Star Award this past summer.”

“I don’t want to get dropped on my head again though.” you stated as Jaemin and Jeno’s eyes widened while Jisung quickly defended himself.

“It was ONE time!!” he said quickly, waving his hands in front of himself as the other two boys only stared at him, “And we aced the flip at the competition!”

“One time in three years is more than enough to not want to get flipped again.” you said with a nod, taking a bite of your meal.

“Jisung actually dropped Y/N?” Jaemin asked in shock as Hana nodded, “What happened?”

“It wasn’t that serious.” Jisung said as he stood up to mimic what happened, “She had to run to me from across the dance floor and I was supposed to pick her up so she could flip over my shoulder” he did a tossing motion with his arms, “But she miscalculated her steps and I got the timing wrong so when I grabbed her, my arms gave way and she landed on her face.”

“He was so lucky we were late into the summer or else I would’ve asked for a different dance partner.” you added, “But to be fair, that was some advanced shit we were doing. Even the judges said the same thing at the end of summer show.”

“They also said that you probably trusted Jisung enough to continue on as his partner. Even though he was responsible for the bruise on your cheek.” Hana said with a slight giggle, “Oh you guys should’ve seen Jisungs face when he realized what happened.”

“Let’s not.” Jisung said with a sigh sitting down again and buried his head into your shoulder, “I was half asleep and said I was sorry.” he groaned.

“You also promised me three meals which I have every intention on cashing in since I’m here.” you said patting his head, “Starting with our first meal after classes.”

“Fair enough.” he said before sitting up straight again and letting out a content sigh, “If you had asked for another partner, that would’ve broken our three year streak.”

“Which was one of the reasons why I didn’t.” you retorted, “The instructors paired us off into our duos so there must’ve been a reason why we were always together.”

“Who was Hana’s partner?” Jaemin curiously asked, wanting to know more about your camp life. He looked at Jeno for a quick moment only to see him staring at Jisungs hand that rested on your thigh and you obviously didn’t mind. He made note to ask him about it later but for now, it seemed that you were the only person Jisung and Jeno had their eyes on.

‘Oh this year is going to be interesting.’ he thought to himself looking between his two best friends and only hoped no one would get hurt in the process.

“She got put with a new one every year.” you said giggling at a memory, “They were all scared of her.”

“I wasn’t that bad!!” Hana argued, “Everyone had different partners every year and it was only you and Jisung that were allowed to stay together.”

“A true duo indeed.” Jisung said with a grin, “But it was also knowledge that Hana had a boyfriend so no one tried anything with her. Y/N made sure of that.”

“No one touches my girl who has a mans.” you said waving your finger.

“Thanks for that.” Jaemin said with a grin as he wrapped his arm around Hana, “Can you believe how small the world is? Y/N went to Incheon Dance Academy with Jeno and I and then she met you guys and now we’re all friends.”

“That is weird.” you admitted, “I never expected to actually transfer over either. When I was packing my apartment back in Europe, it felt so weird. Like a final goodbye to my past.”

“Where are you staying now?” Jaemin asked curiously.

“My parents rented their place a while back to a close family friend before they moved to America. He was cool with me moving back in since he’s back and forth between here and China right now. I think he also attends the academy...uhm...Dong Sicheng?” you said as everyone tried to think of the name.

“Oh.” Jaemin said, sticking his finger up once it hit him.

“WinWin!” the three boys said consecutively.

“Wasn’t he our camp counsellor?” Hana asked and Jisung nodded his head remembering, “He was the one that kept bugging Y/N during rehearsals.”

“Then Y/N accidently pushed him off the dock.” Jisung said, “How did you two become friends?”

“Our parents are good friends from uni or whatever and we met from time to time. But we kept in contact throughout the years. When I told him I was accepted, he suggested I move back to my old room since he didn’t really change anything.” you explained, “before that he would constantly tease me cause my toes were always pointed from my ballet training and thats why I “accidently kicked” him off the dock.”

“That’s right...WinWin is back in China right now.” Jeno said, “I never thought your parents would approve of you living with a boy so soon” he chuckled, “Also, that means you’re back at your old house right?”

“He’s like the older brother I never had and he stayed at my apartment when he visited Europe that one time.”

“Wow, I actually didn’t realize you guys were so close.” Jisung said thoughtfully, “Did you know Hana?”

“Of course I did.” Hana said giggling, “I went with him when he went to Europe so I could visit Y/N. We had a blast didn’t we?”

“Best winter break of my life.” you agreed thinking about two years ago.

For the rest of the lunch period, Jaemin and Jeno, who had become more comfortable as time went on continued to ask the three of you about your camp life and you, Jisung and Hana did your best to answer.

When third period rolled around, you, Jisung and Jeno all walked together towards the dance studios again.

“They’re going to ask you to give a snippet of what you know already since this class is technically referral only.” Jisung warned once you were changed into your dance clothes.

You were currently sitting on the floor between Jeno and Jisung, stretching as you waited for the instructor.

“What do they want to see?” you asked curiously, going into a split.

“Anything really...they just want to see that you’re actually meant for this class. The fact that you’re already in it without being here prior says something. But the student’s in this class are a lot more...dedicated... “ Jisung explained.

“Stuck up.” Jeno said coughing quickly and you raised your eyebrow.

“You can do one of the routines we learned at camp.” Jisung suggested, “Or I could talk to the instructor about doing a snippet of our duo.”

“I told you I didn’t want to get dropped on the head again.” you mumbled and Jisung chuckled.

“Trust me.” he said as he saw the instructor approach and doing what Jaemin did earlier, introduced you before you were asked to perform a piece.

You could the student’s eyes of judgement and Jeno was right, most of them did seem stuck up. This one girl in particular looked like she was glaring daggers at you while one of the guys seemed to be giving you the once over.

“Do you have the music you want to dance to?” the instructor asked as you thought quickly but before you could say anything, Jisung had already gotten up to hand his phone over to be plugged into the sound system and soon a familiar melody filled the room.

You looked at Jisung who gave you a thumbs up while Jeno watched curiously. The song to him was familiar but from what he remembered was not your style. Shaking his head, he reminded himself that you weren’t the same person you were a few years ago and that things probably changed with time.

As the song continued, you found your body moving on its own eventually, you closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the music.

The students watched in amazement as you incorporated various styles into the piece and Jeno was one of the few who saw the passion in every move you made. He knew that you were a great dancer but it was only now he saw how much you improved from your ballet days.

The way you flew across the floor or how your toes pointed perfectly when you did a twirl, your body was telling a story and it wasn’t till the end of the song that he realized that it was a song of heartbreak. When the song was over and your ending position was you crumpled to the floor, the class erupted in applause minus a few people and the teacher gave you an approving smile.

“I love the mix of ballet and hip hop.” he said, giving you a high five as you bowed deeply, “Plus the story...amazing. You can take a seat now.”

When you went back to sit between Jeno and Jaemin, both boys gave you thumbs up and Jisung leaned over to whisper to you.

“Have you been practicing? Cause I swore I thought you were actually going to cry.”

“It just came so naturally.” you whispered back, “Thanks for helping me choose the song though. I totally forgot about it.”

“I got your back.” he winked at you before turning back to the instructor to listen to the same thing everyone had to listen to on the first day.

What went unnoticed by the two of you were the looks of uneasiness from Jeno. He felt uncomfortable that you and Jisung were so close and he tried not to be bothered by all the skinship he shared with you during lunch or all the inside jokes you two seemed to have. Once upon a time all, the two of you were in that position but suddenly you left and cut off all contact. Now you were back and as much as he wanted to have another chance with you, he felt that Jisungs feelings for you weren’t as platonic as he used to think.

Jaemin, Jeno and Jisung all entered SMAA around the same time and became close friends quickly. During the summer, Jeno and Jaemin went home and spent time with their family while Jisung was sent off to a dance camp where he met you and Hana.

Jeno remembered the conversations that Jisung would have with him and Jaemin over the phone. About a girl he met that was a fantastic ballet dancer but was also naturally talented in all other forms of dance. Someone he made open up through dance and became his outside of school best friend. When asked if they kept in contact throughout the school year, Jisung just said that time differences were hard but you messaged each other when either of you had the time.

That girl was you and the time difference was between Korea and Europe. It all made sense to him now. Hana always talked about a Y/N, the one who kept her sane during camp since Jisung was always trying so hard to show off. She talked about how she and Jisung were trying to convince you to transfer to SMAA where her talents would be better appreciated. A part of him felt stupid since he didn’t put the puzzle pieces together sooner but ever since you left, all he focussed on was his dance.

Once third period was over, Jeno waited for you outside the girls change room. The two of you were able to talk more throughout the class when your instructor conveniently placed the three of you in a group. He was surprised to hear how much Jisung really knew about you and spent most of the time observing how the two of you acted around each other instead of really paying attention to the routine you were supposed to work on.

He wondered if Jisung knew about the two of you, the past that you kept so well hidden from Jaemin and all your friends. Even though the two boys had been best friends since day 1 of SMAA, they never dived into each other’s pasts cause that’s what it was, the past but you were also a part of Jeno’s past and Jisung’s present.

Jeno shook out of his thoughts when he heard the door to the change room open and looked up to see you in a fresh school uniform and hair tied back in a neat ponytail, looking at him curiously. To him, it was as if an angel had come down and graced him with their presence and he couldn’t help but smile, making a blush creep up your cheeks.

“Is there something on my face?” you asked curiously, taking out your compact when you noticed Jeno staring and he grabbed your wrist, shaking his head quickly.

“NO!” he stuttered when your eyes widened, “I mean no, you look great.” he mumbled looking away shyly making you giggle.

“It’s good to see somethings about you never change.” you said softly, though it reached Jeno’s ears and he looked at you, a blush semi-forming on his cheeks.

Before he could say anything, Jisung had come out of the change room and attached himself to your side once more.

“Let’s all walk to last period together.” he said grinning, “it’s on the way to mine.”

“Sure.” you said following your friend quickly so you wouldn’t be late and also completely forgetting that Jeno had the same class as you.

Jeno stared at your two figures for a few seconds before he realized that he should catch up. What stopped him was when Jisung turned around and raised his eyebrows before giving him a small smirk. He then turned back and paid attention to you when you started talking about something but the look is Jisung’s eyes remained in Jeno’s mind for the remainder of the period and left him confused.

#nct dream #nct dream imagine #jeno imagine #jeno #lee jeno #nojam #nct #nct imagine #jaemin #jisung

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9w1ft · 4 years

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feels a little early to be writing a year-in review but i find myself in a quiet moment so i thought i’d tap a few things out

in 2019, in all facets of my life, i faced a challenge of some sort and i surprised myself as i held my ground more often than ran away, which felt new. what *also* felt new was this sense of ease i began having professionally, when it came to conceptualizing and making decisions. sorta feels like a lot of things are crystallizing.

in terms of life on here, i didn’t have TSL for the majority of the year (anybody out there remember TSL?!) so i busied myself with crafting fun memories on my own. there were spans of weeks where i’d just get on a tear and run into one new thing after the other and it was all really just fantastic. i gave myself permission to indulge in the most decadent of things and to follow the most mercurial of assumptions to places i thought closed off.

i’m pretty sure i’ve smiled and laughed more over this year than i ever have in my entire life. no joke.

here are some kaylorverse moments that brought me joy in 2019:

it’s nice to have a friend

2018 was my first year being a kaylor and i just sort of was moreover on the contributor or commenter side of things so 2019 was interesting in that when taylor really leaned into the gay imagery leading up to album release, i started getting newer people sending me stuff! and asking me my takes on things! and like, my words suddenly had weight for some reason? it felt weird but i truly enjoyed getting to talk with so many different people and hear their ideas and laugh and such. that was markedly different from last year. from within this, 79-swift reached out to me with the eye theory, the most beautiful and rare of observations by a singularly lovely individual that i have dedicated my life to protecting and promoting. and i feel like i’ve gotten to know many people i knew through 2018 more deeply and have come to accept the role i play, lean in to it, and formulate my own truth of the matter, and that sort of heightened perspective on it has been a blessing and i’m so thankful for this strange sense of camaraderie that has formed with many of you? thank you??? and my conviction, and my wishes, for the girls to find happiness have only strengthened this year... im committed to seeing this through whether people like it or not!! harumph!

block ‘em

i also started proactively curating my experience.. that’s right! i began blocking trolls with reckless abandon, and i turned anons off! 😂 and damn it’s so much more worthwhile of a time on here when you set aside people that only want to ruin your day.

i got over my fear of eyeballs!!

😂 no seriously, body horror and in particular eyes out of context was actually sort of a thing that previously creeped me out BUT LOOK AT ME NOW. i’m gonna do my best not to rehash the eye theory, please read the post and recall the number of times i filipped out 😂 each and every one is precious to me

also

geeking out with bert and ernie gifs with kaylorfossil and making empsmd-blog drop her debit card need a mention.

the ME! music playlist.

i fell in love with so many songs and like, running into eye motifs in so many of the songs, lyrically and visually, was the most hilarious thing. but really just a lot of the songs really tapped at my soul with an ice pick and i even went to go see The Japanese House live in Osaka which was transcendental and i’m just so thankful for having taylor introduce Good At Falling to me because it was a *necessary* album.

i made and collected stuff

i made and amassed many artifacts that one day i can look back on and remember what a wild ride it has been. some favorites are my procuring of the pixel art heart ring from the ME! mv (a nod to my tsl days..), as well as the evil eye ring.. i didn’t physically make this but the eye theory made the taydar podcast and there’s nothing i enjoy more in this world than making someone giggle and i just love that the episode exists. making that kaylor straw was 👌 working on a mock-up of the golden locket has been very satisfying. i started incorporating fun kaylor winks into my artwork as well which was fun, and i also commissioned a collage from the very talented and lovely valheria and i couldn’t have asked for anything better 🥰

wildin in the TS7 tag was the best.

i made this observation that there’s this type of cocoon that looks like a cobra, which transforms into a butterfly over a period of 13 days, and like, the post got so many notes and i just had a lot of swiftie eyeballs all of a sudden on my blog which led to some hilarity. but honestly i just love geeking out over theories and it’s fun to get to do that as fans of taylor at large. things felt warm and effervescent.

my newspaper subscription

i subscribe to the TTB Times and let me just say the submissions and anons this year were overwhelmingly a delight to read through every day. also like, we did get cued in to stuff before album release and i am just thankful that there are people out there both who want to give us that and people who work to help them give us that. thank you ttb for moderating your blog (my newspaper of choice) however it is that you do and to everyone that contributed to her blog.

the whole lead up to the ME! video release

so glorious... but particular the hour before. i was rushing to pick up my kid from school and suddenly i kept getting messages from people that taylor was covering her face and framing her eyes, and i was like oh please yeah sure BUT THEN when the snake in the video had a blank eye like i don’t think you guys understand i had to wait at a bus stop and exchange pleasantries with the other moms but it was a *five alarm fire* in my mind

cause shade never made anybody less gay

stealing away to listen to YNTCD for the first time and hearing Taylor Alison Swift use the word gay in a released song for the first time was a transcendental moment

karlie’s hand in the YNTCD mv.

‘nuff said

daisies. daisies everywhere.

taylor said daisy kaylor rights, and she said it everywhere. *everywhere*. cannot, will not, get over how blessed we are.

gay gay gay gay gay.... taylor’s

sorry not sorry that wiz khalifa collab with elohim on her track FYM was ethereal and i still hope it’s a part of the preshow playlist for Lover Fest

clue hunting in klossy videos and karlie ads

call me a corporate shill all you want like, there’s always a little something in there and i also enjoy the little flickers of goofy karlie that jump out from time to time. and i know this is not the case for everyone but post eyepocalypse, karlie leaning in, winking that eye of hers time and time again was just pique comedy for me and it always made me chuckle. the brands karlie has repped have been really laying it on thick too and it’s been a joy to see. when taylor does it with her music it’s art, and for me karlie’s media presence is a form of art too 😌

oh kaptain my kaptain

kimby liked a comment of mine on her insta which was a distinct honor and privilege 😌 and really she was dropping clues left and right through spring up until she got her snazzy new job and things calmed down 🥰 of which i am so proud talk about an on brand job! also partially clearing the air about my TSL theory and the lead up to clearing that air was quite fulfilling for me and i am forever grateful for the time we shared. and to this point, the seesters in general (and kurt omg) have been quite active all year and we don’t deserve it but they’ve stuck around and it’s been calming.

album cover art release on the livestream

LIKE I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE NEVER HAD A FOURTH WALL BROKEN SO DULY

i love you forever, thank you for everything

when taylor came to visit tokyo this year i was basically reenacting the swamp scene from OOTW trying to get a ticket to the secret event... i listened to ME! on LINE MUSIC for over 2000 plays, i bought multiple CD’s, it was such an ordeal and then to not have a ticket after all but still putting on my thinking cap and managing to figure out where the event was while i was at disney sea and literally running from disney sea to the venue in high heels with The Man playing on my phone was oscar-worthy and actually *being correct* and the moment i knew i was correct and how i knew i was correct was so amazing 😉 and i play by the rules so i didn’t try to get in without a ticket and i didn’t lurk. but just to have figured it out and validated it was such a thrill. seeing her on TV live was amazing as well ///

lost in japan, reprise

oh and, last year for rep tour there was this theory i had which didn’t pan out but it had to do with the clues i thought shawn mendes was dropping through autumn 2018 and anyway that’s a story for another day but as i was bopping around town, looking for lockets, staying in rooms i have no business being in, drinking lots of whisky...just to know that while i was doing *everything but* successfully meeting taylor, she literally phoned shawn and had him record lines for that eye theory remix like, i will never ever, like, guys. guys. 😂 it’s too perfect for words. the world is weird like that sometimes.

Lover

and omg Lover the album? i absolutely love lover and i loves that honeymoon period of theorizing and parallel unearthing that we did and i love how slightly creepy-cute it is and i love the whole wabi-sabi thing going on and i absolutely love every song on the album, every one, they all have so much meaning to me... and each one is teeming with little blips and bloops and sound samples and seconds of silence and i love all the brass instruments and so many lush moments... i guess my shortlist (in no particular order) would be the archer, lover, i think he knows, daylight, cruel summer, false god, cornelia street, ME! (yea i really like me 🥰). and to think about everything that went in to the album and the thrill of what it might have been and the vastness of what we don’t know, but like, the weight of that potential?? it’s like this vast pastel and black abyss of drowsy and deep feelings and i love every inch of it. it’s a vibe that reflects so much of what this year has been for me and i’m happy to have existed in this time to have had it with me.

jesus this has gotten too long, and i still have like 24 more things to write out but um, basically, as i’m sure you’ve been able to assume? i wanted to say that despite 2019 being somewhat of a slasher film affair for our fandom, i still had a goddamn great time this year and i hope everyone can find some good memories and relive them as well 🥰

#kaylor #much love to you all!!#all eyes on us

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creepyalienghost · 3 years

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People Of Creation

It was Henry’s first year in college. He, like many others going wasn’t really sure what path he wanted to choose for his life. He had decided on five classes for his first semester, to gather the skills. Art history, Business, Computer tech, chemistry and film. He chose a few for giving the knowledge he needed and the others for some fun.

Within a few months of college he film professor gave the them the months assignment. They were to make a documentary about anything they or there group choices.

In class, Henry turned to his friend behind him and Norman who was beside him. “Do you two wanna make a group together? Would be fun!” He offered

“Must definitely!” Shawn replied with a smile.

“Sure!” Norman agreed with them.

The rest of that class they shared topics on what each wants to do this documentary on while Henry writes them down and talk why they want that topic. Shawn suggestions were

Irish folklore or the world of toy markers. Norman thought of doing people who went missing or something on the future. Henry suggested holidays or war.

They discussed on what topic they should choose but none of them can all agree on one topic though. The end of the class Came and they agreed to meet at Henry dorm later to decide. All day they went through classes thinking about what they should do or looking up more topics on there free times to add

And waited.

When they did meet up at Henry’s dorm later that night, they all had some new topics of interest to share. “Maybe we could do the documentary on storms?” Shawn ask

Both Henry and Norman shook there heads.

“Nah.” Henry disagreed then went back to thinking.

Norman, who was Searching on his phone for ideas popped up. “What about the people of the creation?” Norman looked up from his phone for a second then back when he saw Shawn and Henry taking an interest. “Says here they all live off the land and vary happen people?”

“And?” Shawn ask “what’s so cool about that?”

“Also says the talk to the gods so I’m guessing this is a cult.” Norman shrugs then leans on the wall behind him.

“Let’s do that one. Maybe we go there, see how they live and interview the people there! That would be fun!” Henry replied

“I’m down with this one.” Norman said and looked at shawn. “What about you?”

Shawn thought for a moment then nodded “alright. Let do this.”

Henry looked up and emailed the owner of the land asking him if they could do there documentary on them for a week. They waited for a few hours before Henry’s phone signaled that there was a new email. Shawn and Norman ran to the sides of Henry as he got out his phone and checked it. “Hello Mr. stein! I have read your email and I accept your request for a documentary. We are excited to have your crew come to let us share our views with you three. We expect you tomorrow. Have a blessed day!”

Henry looked at shawn then Norman. “Looks Like we’re going on to the people of creation!”

Shawn and Norman went back to there dorms to start packing for the weeks trip. Henry booked three plan tickets then packed as well. They meet up after at the Uber Norman called and headed to the air port. By 11:30 there plan was off. By morning they landed, got there bags and took a taxi to closes it would take them to the gates of the people of the creation.

It was strange but they got out and grabbed there bags from the Trunk then walked the mile up to the gates of the people of creation. “Halt!” Called someone behind them, followed by the sound of a loading gun. They all froze in place Witt there hands up.

The man came around in View of them. “You people are?”

“H-Henry stain, sir.” Henry was the one to reply. “These are my friends Shawn Flynn and Norman Polk. We had p-permission t-to come and do a Documentary on you guys.” He was Hopping it was actually there leader he ask and not some troll.

The man gives them a nasty look. “Wait here!” He ordered then went off to the side and talk into a walkie-talkie while still keeping an eye on them. All three of them was nervous as hell of what could happen but none of them said anything.

The man came back to them a minute later. “My apologies. Follow me.” He turns and opened the gate. Henry looked at the others two before following the man, Shawn followed grant and Norman followed after.

They came upon a two story house away from the other buildings. The guy that escorted them knocked on the door and another man in a suit opened it. “Greets!” He smiled “you must be Henry stein!” He shook Henry’s hand. “I’m Joey drew!”

Henry nodded as he formerly shook joeys hand. “Yep that’s me! These are my friends and crew Shawn.” He pointed to his left. “And Norman.” He pointed to his right.

“Welcome you two.” Joey shakes and greats them as well. “Come. Let me show you around!”

He starts to lead them around before Henry turns to Joey. “Do you mind if one of us films the tour?”

Joey shakes his head. “No. Go right ahead! There’s nothing to hide here!” He Smiled in a way that makes Henry’s stomach flutter.

They stopped for a minute for Norman to dig in his bag and gets out his camera. He pressed to Record button and they proceed the tour.

The first stop was at the church. A few people were praying or reading the Bible. “We gather hear every night after dinner for a daily lesson on the Bible.” Joey announces into the Camera. “And every Sunday is the full mass.”

Norman films around the church and the praying people.

They move on from the crunch to walk the kitchen and eating area. “This is we’re we have our meals.” Joey explains. “We love to eat out side but we do have tables inside

Incase the weathers bad.” He informed them.

A blonde woman that was cleaning off a table comes over. “Hello Joey.” She bowed to him. “Are these those guys you told us about?”

Joey wrapped his arm around her. “Hello. Yes this is shawn, Henry and Norman.” He gestures to each as he said there names. “Guys this is my wife, Susie.” They all greeted her and then moved on from the area.

The next stop they came to was the garden. Rows and rows of there plants and It was fenced up to keep the wild life from eating there plants. “Here’s our family garden. The ones that maintain it are finish for the day.

They move on to the rest of the buildings and areas of the land. A school for the kids, an area for bomb fires, a farm for meet, dairy and eggs. There was horses also but Joey just told them it was for fun.

Lastly they come to a little green house. “Here is we’re you will be staying for the week.” Joey informed them. “I had my husbands cheek and make sure everything was nice and clean for arrival.” He opened the door to a living room nicer to any hotel room they ever stayed in.

“I’m sorry you said husbands?” Shawn ask joey. “I thought you said you had a wife?”

Joey looked at shawn. “ I do. I have Susie my wife. And Sammy and Grant my two husbands.” He replied. “I’ll let y’all meet them and everyone else as dinner. Your going to love it! Tell then I’ll let you settle and rest up.” He smiled and left.

The three of them walked into there Little home for the next week and looked around. There was a small kitchen with fridge and microwave but no stove. There wasn’t no tv or any books besides a Bible on the coffee table. Up stairs there was three rooms and a bathroom. They all chose there rooms and unpacked there bags and supplies.

Shawn finishes and goes to Henry’s room. “It’s a little odd how they have TVs huh?

Henry shrugged. “I donno. I mean.. the amish doesnt use electricity ether...maybe here they don’t ether for TVs.”

“Ya I guess you right.” Shawn nodded and went back to his room.

After they all finish unpacking there clothes and equipment they decided to rest form the long trip here. Henry went into his room for a nap. Shawn went into his room to watch a movie and Norman went to his room and pulled out his book he brought and started reading.

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Later that night, when they were getting ready for there first meal with these people someone knocked on there door. “I got it.” Henry said, walking down the stairs and opening the door to Joey snd two other man in white gowns.

“Hello again Henry!” Joey waved. “I hope you rest well?”

Henry nodded. “We did thank you. And the house is nice, again thank you.” Norman and Shawn Came up and nodded in agreement

“I’m glad to hear that.” Joey smiled. “Oh. This is Grant and Sammy. My two husbands.” He introduced them. They all said there greetings and started for the kitchen area. As they were walking and listening to Joey talk about how exciting he was they were doing there documentary here, Norman noticed one of the husbands had a limp. He wondered if he was alright but didn’t think much to it though.

When they arrived it was Swarming with everyone coming here to sit down at the long table and the cooks bringing over the dishes of good. “You guys can sit in these three chairs at the end.” Joey waved them over. Henry came over and sat at the vary end, Shawn sat in the middle of then him and Norman. Grant got the end on the other side, Susie sat beside him. Sammy sat beside her everyone else got to chose where. Joey sits on the end watching the everyone.

Once they were all sat down everyone bows there heads and placed there Palms together for prayer. Joey looked at the three visitors. “Please would you join us in prayer.” He smiled.

Henry looked at Norman and Shawn then shrugs. “Sure.” They all three bowed there heads and placed the palms then Joey announced the prayer and everyone finished it with an “amen.” And begins to scoop there serving and eat.

Joey turn to the visitors. “I appreciate you fellas praying with us. Means the world to us.” He spoke then took a bite of his role.

“It’s not a problem, Joey.” Henry replied and Shawn nodded.

“You joining us for bible lessen tonight, right ?” Joey ask them took a bite of chicken. “I mean you should. It’s fun!”

Henry finishes his sip of water and nodded. “Yea. We’re be there to film it. That’s ok right?”

Joey nodded. “That’s alright.”

Shawn stoped eating to watch everyone of them for a minute. They all were so happy here. Smiles on there faces, talking with there friends around them, eating this delicious food they make on there own. Plus living here deep in the woods! It paradise!

Norman glances at Joey as everyone was eating there food and talking to each other. He didn’t like the way Joey was asking these questions to them. He had a weird feeling from him and many of these people. One of joey’s husbands kept looking at him Shawn and Henry strangely. He was on guard of everyone and everything right now, watching everyone.

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When everyone was finish with their dinner and the table was cleaned everyone headed down to the church building for bible lessees. Norman had set up his camera earlier in the day so he just push record once Joey started his lesson.

Shawn sat beside Grant and watching everyone fellow the words of there bibles as Joey reads. Grant looked at shawn before scooting closer and held the book to him to share. Shawn looked at Grant and smiled at him. Grant gave a smile back at him and they listen to the lesson.

Henry watched Joey and listen to everything he spoke. He wanted to understand what Joey was saying and why someone would want to join one of these. He couldn’t wait to interview Joey and these people tomorrow. Couldn’t wait to hear what they would say.

Once Joey was finish with the lesson he dismiss everyone and sat next to Henry. “It looked like you were vary interested in this Mr.stain”

Henry nodded. “It was interesting. I can’t wait for our interview tomorrow morning.”

Joey chuckles. “Sounds like a plan then. You three have a good night now.” Joey smiled at him as he got up and went to his wife and husbands. Together all four walked out of the church together. Once again Norman noticed the blonde man limping.

Henry got up and turned to Shawn and Norman. “Ready to go back now?”

Shawn and Henry went to the house and went to there rooms for the night. Norman went back with them but snuck out once they went in there rooms.

There was something going on with this place. He didn’t know what, but he knew something wasn’t right. Joey drew voice when he was asking Henry questions, they way the brown haired husband looked at them at dinner the fact they they lived in a the woods, The curfew thing and having guards walk around with guns.

Norman hide in the shadows as he moved around the place, dodging the guards with guns. He stopped and looked up at the church in front of him and notice it was a two story. He opened the door and peaked inside before going inside.

The church was empty. No one was sitting in the rows of benches. Norman walked slowly down the ally to the strange and picked up

The Bible that was on the table. He flipped though it and read the notes for a minute. He put it back down where it was and looked around. He noticed there was a way to back stage from the side so he went back there.

There was chairs stacked together in one corner, a few boxes full of bibles, and table With some junk on it. Then Norman noticed the was stairs in one corner going both up and down. Norman slowly approaches the stairs for the basement. One he got to the them he saw a door at the vary bottom. He took slow step down, making sure it didn’t creek. Then another. And another. He got down them and reaches for the door nob and twisted it.

“What are you doing?”

Norman nearly jumped out of his skin and turn around to the voice. It was the blonde husband, Sammy. He was standing at the top of the stairs. “I was....” Norman tried to think of something but his heart was beating to fast to think.

“Don’t you know it’s pass curfew?” Sammy simply ask.

Norman climbed the top of the stairs. “Ya. But I couldn’t sleep. I could ask the same thing to you though. This is your home after all.”

Sammy looked at Norman. “I was on my way home when I saw the door to the church opened. Thought I see what was going on.” He answered. “Come on. I’ll lead you home.”

Norman nodded and followed the short blonde out of the church. As they made there way to the house he again noticed Sammy was limping. “Are you alright?..” he asked. “I seen you limp all day.”

“I -I fine.” Sammy replied. Norman definitely noticed his voice was different here. Shaky almost. “It’s just a .. sprained. That’s all.”

Norman looked at him. “Well. Shouldn’t you put ice on it?”

Sammy nodded. “I will..I do..w-when I’m home.” He smiled up at him.

They walk in silence for the rest of the way and soon came to the house Norman was staying at. “Well. Goodnight Mr. Polk.” Sammy said. Norman watched the man as he limped away for a while. Then he went inside and got ready for bed.

#bendy and the ink machine #sammy lawrence #joey drew #shawn flynn #grant cohen #norman polk #susie campbell

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thvcs · 4 years

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『KIM TAEHYUNG ❙ CIS MALE』 ⟿ looks like THEO SONG is here for HIS SECOND YEAR year as an ART HISTORY student. HE is 23 years old & known to be TRANSPARENT, SYMPATHETIC, APPREHENSIVE & VOLATILE. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ lulu. 21. gm-4. she/her.

hello there!! it is indeed lulu. english is not my first language and it’s been a while since the last time i rped in english so,, [apologies][apologies] in advance for any mistakes i might make.. i promise i’ll try my best!! but anyways.. here’s my son theo. it’s also my first time rping him even though i’ve had his story in my head for some time now.. here’s his empty pinterest board and under the cut you’ll find more info about him <3

he lived a pretty normal?? childhood.. his parents divorced when he was around 5, and he has an older sister from the same marriage. his mom got remarried to another man but his dad didn’t remarry,, however,, he had a kid with another woman a few years after the divorce

(oh and both of his parents immigrated from south korea and they were already married,, and theo’s sister was already born.. so theo is born and raised in the us!!)

theo wasn’t either good or bad in school.. he was just,, there. he had a few friends and got average grades, wasn’t part of any sports team nor extracurricular activities so he spent his afternoons after school doing arts and crafts in his mom’s backyard if there was good weather,, and if there wasn’t,, he watched movies or read,, considering he was never really a fan of video games or anything of the sort.

um.. his interest for art came kind of naturally?? he was always inclined and curious towards it and wanted to really understand it since everyone around him treated it as an abstract subject,, not really a topic of conversation in his house.

he managed to graduate high school with good enough grades to be accepted into radcliffe,, but since he left his mom’s life seemed to be affected?? she’s a very emotional woman and having both her kids away from her made her feel like she lost purpose?? so theo makes sure to visit her every time he can during weekends since his sister lives on the other side of the country..

his mom is a constant though and worry on his head,, so he’s kind of a momma’s boy..

so remember the dad’s.. [dramatic stop] illegitimate son?? yea he ran away and theo’s the only one that knows where he is (because he contacted him after he left,, and managed to convince him that it is best if he keeps his mouth shut) meanwhile his dad and the kid’s mom and her side of the family and the police think he is missing and possibly dead..

he’s a very laid back dude and doesn’t really take stuff too seriously.. but he’s also very nervous and anxious and likes to make sure that you feel comfortable around him even though he already asked if you good a trillion times and you already said yes another trillion times.. he just doesn’t want to have a bad impression on people.

he has many fixations but would rarely push them on someone else because of,, what i said about not wanting to have a bad impression on people,, he doesn’t want to be annoying so he will probably fix or do whatever he has to do himself making sure he’s not seen,, for the same reason i already said,,

and,, yea?? that’s basically it. when it comes to connections for him.. i’d love to give him a friend group,, doesn’t have to be big,, an unrequited crush (would love it for it to be on his side),, a drinking/party buddy that pushes him out of his comfort zone in those environments.. a roommate!! and idk,, anything else that comes to mind!! i’m open to everything.

#radintro #divorce tw #depression tw #missing persons tw

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buzzdixonwriter · 4 years

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Colonialism

You back into things sometimes.

One of my many guilty pleasures is old school pulp, which I first encountered with the Doc Savage reprints in the 1960s, then old anthologies, then back issues at conventions, and now thanks to the Internet, an almost limitless supply.

And to be utterly frankly, a lot of the appeal lays in the campiness of the covers and interior art -- brass plated damsels fighting alien monsters, bare chested heroes combatting insidious hordes, etc., etc., and of course, etc.

Once past age 12, I never took these covers or the covers of modern pulps such as James Bond, Mike Hammer, or Modesty Blaise seriously; they were just good, campy fun.

While my main focus remained on the sci-fi pulps, I also kept an eye on crime and mystery pulps, war stories, and what are sometimes called “sweaties”, i.e., men’s adventure magazines.

Despite the differences in the titles and genres, certain themes seemed to pop up again and again.

Scantily clad ladies, typically in some form of distress, though on occasion dishing out as good if not better than they got.

Well, the pulps that drew my attention were the pups made for a primarily male audience (though even in the 1930s and 40s there were large numbers of female readers and writers in the sci-fi genre). Small wonder I was drawn to certain types of eye candy; I had been culturally programmed that way.

That’s a topic well worthy of a post or two on its own, so I’m putting gender issues / the patriarchy / the male gaze aside for the moment.

What I’m more interested in focusing on is the second most popular characters to appear on the covers (and in the stories as well).

The Other.

The Other comes in all shapes / sizes / ethnicities. Tall and short, scrawny and beefy, light or dark, you name it, they’ve got a flavor for you.

“Injuns” and aliens, Mongols and mafiosi, Africans and anarchists.

Whoever they were ”they ain’t us!”

Certain types of stories lend themselves easily to depicting the villainous Other.

Westerns, where irate natives can always be counted on to launch an attack.

War stories, where the hero (with or without an army to help him) battles countless numbers of enemies en masse.

Adventure stories, where the hero intrudes in some other culture and shows them the error of their ways.

Detective stories, where the Other might be a single sinister mastermind but still represents an existentialist threat.

And my beloved sci-fi stories?

Why, we fans told ourselves our stories were better than that! We didn’t wallow in old world bigotry, demonizing blacks and browns and other non-whites because of their skins.

Oh, no: We demonized green skinned aliens.

Now I know some of you are sputtering “But-but-but you wrote for GI Joe!”

Boy howdy, are you correct.

And boy howdy, did we ever exploit the Other with that show.

I never got a chance to do it, but I pitched -- and had Hasbro accept -- a story that would have been about the way I envisioned Cobra to have formed and been organized, and would focus on what motivated them.

They were pretty simplistic greedheads in the original series, but I felt the rank and file needed to be fighting for a purpose, something higher to spire to that mere dominance and wealth.

I never got to do “The Most Dangerous Man In The World” but I was trying to break out of the mold.

For the most part, our stories fit right into the old trope of The Other.

Ours were mostly about the evil Other trying to do something nefarious against our innocent guys, but there’s an obverse narrative other stories follow, in which our guys go inflict themselves on The Other until our guys either come away with a treasure (rightfully belonging to The Other but, hey, they really don’t deserve it so we’re entitled to take it from them), or hammer The Other into submission so they will become good ersatz copies of us (only not so uppity as to demand equal rights or respect or protection under law).

These are all earmarks of a very Western (in the sense of Europe and America…with Australia and New Zealand thrown in) sin: Colonialism.

Now, before going further let’s get out terms straight.

There’s all sorts of different forms of colonialism, and some of them can be totally benign -- say a small group of merchants and traders from one country travel to a foreign land and set up a community there where they deal honorably and fairly with the native population.

The transplanted merchants are a “colony” in the strictest sense of the term, but they coexist peacefully in a symbiotic relationship with the host culture and both sides benefit, neither at the expense of the other.

Oh, would that they could all be like that…

Another form of colonialism -- and one we Americans are overly familiar with even though there are all sorts of variants on this basic idea -- is the kind where one culture invades the territory of another and immediately begins operating in a deliberately disruptive nature to the native population.

They seek to enslave & exploit or, failing that, expel or eradicate the natives through any means possible.

It’s the story of Columbus and the conquistadors and the pilgrims and the frontiersmen and the pioneers and the forty-niners and the cowboys and the robber barons.

It’s the story where different groups are deliberately kept separate from one another by the power structure in place, for fear they will band together and usurp said power structure (unless, of course, they band together to kelp make one of ours their leader, and build a grand new empire just for him).

It’s the story where our guys never need make a serious attempt to understand the point of view of The Other, because they are just strawmen to mow down, sexy lamps to take home.

I think my taste in sci-fi and modern pulp writing in general started to change around the mid-1970s.

Being in the army quickly cleared me of a lot of preconceptions I had about what our military did and how they did it.

The easy-peasy moral conflicts of spy novels and international thrillers seem rather thin and phony compared to the real life complexities of national and global politics.

Long before John Wick I was decrying a type of story I referred to as “You killed my dog so you must die.” Some bad guy (typically The Other) does a bad thing and so the good guy (one of ours -- yea!) must punish him.

Make him hurt.

Make him whimper

Make him crawl.

Make him suffer.

The real world ain’t like that.

Fu Machu falls to Ho Chi Minh.

As entertaining as the fantasy of humiliating and annihilating our enemies may be…we gotta come to terms with them, we gotta learn to live with them.

That’s why my favorite sci-fi stories now are less about conflict and more about comprehension.

It’s better to understand than to stand over.

. . .

The colonial style of storytelling as the dominant form of story telling is fairly recent, dating only from the end of the medieval period in Europe and the rise of the so-called age of exploration.

This is not to say colonial story telling didn’t exist before them -- look at what Caesar wrote, or check out Joshua and Judges in the Old Testament -- but prior to the colonial age it wasn’t the dominant form of storytelling.

Most ancient stories involve characters who, regardless of political or social standing, recognize one another as human beings.

And when gods or monsters appear, they are usually symbols of far greater / larger forces & fates, not beasts to be subdued or slain.

Medieval literature is filled with glorious combat and conflict, but again, it’s the conflict of equals and for motives and rationales that can easily be understood.

It was only when the European nations began deliberately invading and conquering / dominating foreign lands that colonialism became the dominant form of storytelling.

It had to: How else could a culture justify its swinish behavior against fellow human beings?

Even to this day, much (if not most) popular fiction reflects the values of colonialism.

Heroes rarely change.

Cultures even less.

We’ve kept The Other at arms length with popular fiction and media, sometimes cleverly hiding it, sometimes cleverly justifying it, but we’ve had this underlying current for hundreds of years.

Ultimately, it hasn’t served us well.

It traps us in simplistic good vs evil / us vs them narratives that fail to take into account the complex nature of human society and relationships.

It gives us pat answers instead of probing questions.

It is zero sum storytelling: The pie is only so big, there can’t be more, and if the hero doesn’t get it all, he loses. (John D. MacDonald summed up this philosophy in the title of one of his books: The Girl, The Gold Watch, And Everything.)

It’s possible to break out of that mind set -- The Venture Brothers animated series brilliant manages to combine old school pulp tropes with a very modern, very perceptive deconstruction of the form -- but as posted elsewhere, imitation is the sincerity form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness, so while I certainly applaud The Venture Brothers I don’t want to encourage others to follow in their footsteps.

Because they won’t.

They’ll pretend they will, but they’ll veer off course and back into the old Colonialism mindset.

We need to break out, break free.

Here in the U.S. it’s African-American History Month.

The African-American experience is far from the Colonialism that marks most white / Western / Christian storytelling (and by storytelling I include history and journalism as well as fiction; in fact, anything and everything that tells a narrative).

It’s a good time to open our eyes, to see the world around us not afresh, but for the first time.

Remove the blinders.

I said sometimes you back into things.

Getting a clearer view of the world I’m in didn’t come from a straightforward examination.

It came from a counter-intuitive place, it found its way back to the beginning not by accepting what others said was the true narrative, but by following individual threads.

It came from Buck Rogers and the Beat Generation and Scrooge McDuck and the sexual revolution and Zen And The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance and the civil rights era and Dangerous Visions and the Jesus Movement and Catch-22 and the Merry Pranksters.

It came from old friends, some of whom inspired me, some of whom disappointed me, and yet the disappointments probably led to a deeper, more penetrating insight into the nature of the problem.

This Colonialism era must come to a close.

It can no longer sustain itself, not in the world we inhabit today.

It requires a new breed of storytellers -- writers and artists and poets and journalists who can offer

It’s not a world that puts up barriers by race or gender, ethnicity or orientation, ability or age.

There’s ample opportunity for open minds.

All it asks of us is a new soul.

#colonialism #morals #ethics #philosophy #history #Black History Month #how this writer's mind works #GI Joe

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ships4you · 5 years

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short lived touches || peter parker

Summary: (y/n) Stark deals with the death of her father and recalls moments shared him.

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader!Stark (I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible, please let me know if there is any way I could make if better :))

Requested by: @imawriterthatsings

Warning: cursing & WATCH ENDGAME BEFORE READING

I’ve decided to make this into two parts-- give me a hollar if you’d like to be tagged in part 2.

“(y/n) can you sit sweetheart I need to talk to you.” You looked up at your dad, who was anxiously waiting for you to join him at the kitchen table. Carefully putting down the dish you had just been so vigorously scrubbing, you sat down next to him, “Yeah dad, what’s up?”

You knew these talks all too well. You grew up with Tony Stark, Iron Man, as a father. If you had a dollar for every “I have to go save the world” and “Daddy might not make it home” talks you’d be rich as your dad himself. The last one of these was around five years ago--before the so called ‘blip’. He had called you over the phone leaving a voicemail with a quick I love you and I promise I’ll be back. And for the most part he lived up to his promise--he did come back, but you couldn’t help but feel he left a part of himself back on that planet. Even as a 10 year old, you noticed the sad look in his eyes when watching the news or the aimlessly wandering around in the middle of the night as if he were trying to run away from something or when he’d immediately disappear from any room when a certain teenager was mentioned.

You had met Peter Parker once or twice, but both times had been merely an introduction followed by you shyly running away to the safety of your room. The teen boy seemed nice enough, but you didn’t think he’d be around for long anyways. About two years ago, your dad explained what happened to Peter and who he really was. He told you everything about the fight and about his relationship with the boy. Ever since that night you and Tony became inseparable.

“Baby I found a way to bring everyone back.” he stated, gazing down at your hand that he kept tightly grasped in his. “And if I do this... If I help them there’s a chance I might screw up what we have here. With Pepper and your sister.” You leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek, “Pops if you don’t help save the world I will make sure to guilt trip you into doing the dishes nightly.” A smiled bloomed across his face as he pulled you into his chest, “I love ya kid, you set me straight.”

“I love you too” you murmured into his shirt, “Just promise you’ll be home for dinner. Pepper’s teaching me how to make veggie lasagna.”

“Of course sweetheart, I wouldn’t miss your burnt lasagna for the world.”

“(y/n) could you get Morgan, it’s time for dinner.” you simply nodded at Peppers comment with a quick hum before going out to the front yard. Morgan was standing by the lake looking off into the distance, “Hey Mo c’mon your moms got dinner ready” you knelt down next to her hugging her small frame, “Your favorite, mac and chees-“ you stopped your sentence short and watched her arm raise to point at the scene taking place miles and miles away. A huge cloud of thick black smoke erupted from the land slowly enveloping a large ship that had been hovering over the Earths surface. You immediately knew that was where he was. You swiftly scooped Morgan up into you arms andjogged towards the house, “Pepper!” you yelled. You walked past her in the doorway whispering, “Look outside”

Within five minutes Pepper had ran back in, got her ‘suit’ and left. Not before mumbling her apologies and giving Morgan a loving kiss on the head. She had squeezed your hand promising to go get him and be back before you knew it. After dinner, you tucked Morgan into bed, whispering comforting words, and proceeded to sit on the couch—waiting. Around 3am you found Happy walking into your home much to your surprise. You quickly carried your half-asleep step-sister to the car as he drove off. When you realized Happy was nearing the local hospital your heart sank.

They directed you towards a room and you immediately recognized Peppers muted orange locks while she sat on the hospital bed. The sleepy girl in your arms recognized the presence of her mother and instinctively reached out to her. You handed her off to Pepper who hugged her child tightly, tears dripping onto Morgan’s hair. “Pepper... Where’s Tony?” you questioned looking around. The look in her eyes told you everything, “(y/n) I-“

“No it’s ok.” you felt your heart drop, “I’m just gonna go find some coffee.” when did it get so hard to breath in here, “and probably go for a walk.” you blurted before speed walking down the hallway. Your chest got tighter and tighter till it felt like your lung capacity was the size of a water balloon. Bursting through the doors you kneeled down next the planter, gripping its edge. “Hey, he-he-hey woah there are you okay?” You felt a hand clasp around your arm and one start to rub comforting circles on your back. You focused on the strangers hand—up, and around, up, and around, up... You took a deep breath in, finally getting the air you so desperately needed. His palm went around one more time while he mumbled, “Are you okay miss?” You glanced over at the boy immediately recognizing the familiar face. He did it. He really brought them back...

“Ya know Peter you should really find your Aunt I’m sure she’s worried sick about you.” you said quietly. He shrugged, “I had Happy get a hold of her,” he started to guide you upwards to try standing “poor guy has been running around all-“ he stopped, and started examining your face—trying to recognize any distinct features. “Sorry, do I know you?” he asked. Of course, it had been five years since he last saw you. He knew you as the 10 year old daughter that would steal her dad away from working to make chocolate milk. Now that you were his age, you were the one entertaining Morgan in the fine art of chocolate milk making. You held out your hand, “Oh right, (y/n) Stark. It’s been a while Peter...” he looked you up and down for a second, completely flabbergasted. Finally when he regained his composure he shook your hand.

“I guess the snap really messed everything up,” he said running his fingers through his hair “last I remember you were re-building a computer dressed as princess Jasmine.” You nodded sitting on the planters edge. “The snap changed a lot of things...” you said brushing a strand of hair from your face and holding back the tears. He wouldn’t have wanted you to cry. He would never had wanted to be the reason you were crying. If he were here he would-

“I guess you’ve heard then, huh?” Peter interrupted your thoughts, keeping you anchored to reality. You nodded, “Yea. No one has said it out loud but you can just feel it in their eyes ya know.” you sighed “Everyone has had this look of pity, like he’s the one that’s gone but it’s my life that just ended ya know? Like now without him I can do nothing and that is what will forever define me; the girl with the dead father...” you hadn’t even realized you had rambled on until you noticed Peter staring, not a pitiful stare, just staring. You mumbled a quick apology. “No, no-no- no don’t be sorry. I just, I get it.” he said scratching the back of his neck. “At school I was always the one that had his Aunt and Uncle coming to parents night—it’s something I made peace with a long time ago, but kids can’t seem to look past it.” he sat down next to you, “But now with my uncle gone, it’s just even more so ya know. I was still accepting my peace with him—heck, I still am. And now with Mr. Stark...” you noticed the crack in his voice at the mention of your fathers name. You tentatively reached for his hand, folding it into your lap. “Now without him I really don’t know what to do.” He started back up as you brushed the his fingernails, something you hand done with your father countless times when he needed to relax. In a way it calmed you down as well.

“(y/n)?” Peter croaked after moments of scilence. “Yea?”

“I know this whole situation is so fucking weird and we don’t know each other all that well but, well can I hug you?” you smiled sweetly at his offer and stood up, pulling his hand with you to guide it to your waist. He slowly sunk into the embrace pulling your hip closer to him and sliding his hand across the top of your back. You looped your arms around his shoulders, pressing the side of your cheek again the hard bone.

“Thank you Peter.”

“Anytime (y/n).”

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squirrelly831 · 4 years

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Falling Asleep On Him [Yongguk, Himchan, and Daehyun]

Yongguk

After leaving TS, Yongguk convinced his long term girlfriend, Sammy, to take a trip to Paris with him. He wanted to make up for all the time that he had missed due to B.A.P promotions and tours. He had planned to surprise her by a trip to Paris and to Nice, a place Sammy had mentioned on several occasions of visiting.

At first, Sammy was hesitant. She knew he had a love for music and she noticed how much more inspired he was now that he was free from TS chains. She accept the role of being second to his music and she really didn’t mind. She was his number one fan before she was his girlfriend.

However, after a little pleading, Sammy agreed and that packed away a bundle of clothes for their week and a half long vacation. Yongguk insisted on bringing a gown or two as he had more than just a trip in mind. He wanted to make it special.

Once they entered through security and waited a couple of hours for their plane, they were finally secure in their economic plus seats. Sammy buckled, but even that couldn’t hold her down from jumping in her seat. It was her first time going to Europe and she was ecstatic. She only made Yongguk’s gummy smile widen as he bathed in her excitement.

Four hours into the flight, Sammy let out a yawn. The two had spent the last few hours talking, watching a movie together, and took turns feeding each other upon Sammy’s request.

Yongguk patted her head, “You tired?” She yawned again as she nodded. He grabbed a blanket he pack in his duffel-bag and threw it over the two of them. “Try to get some shut eye. We still have eight hours.”

Sammy reached up and pecked his lips, “Okay, night.” She curled up to him and almost instantly, she was out.

Yongguk ran his hand through her hair as she rested her head against his side. Someone cleared their throat and his eyes drifted from his girlfriend to a neighboring Korean couple.

“Honeymoon?” The woman cooed as she glanced at the two.

Yongguk ran his hand through his hair and smiled, “No, not yet at least.” He glanced down at his sleeping girlfriend, “I plan to propose on the trip.”

The woman grinned, “Ahh, she’s going to be so surprised! My husband proposed to me in Hawaii! It’s been our favorite spot even since.” She looked lovingly at her own husband.

Yongguk combed his hand through Sammy’s hair and wondered if Nice will be their favorite spot after he proposed to her there. His smile only grew at the thought.

Himchan

Lizzy and Himchan rarely had off at the same time. Today was one of those rare exceptions. Lizzy was an artist who freelanced and made art for many comics or picture books. She finished a commission for a French book and decided to take a little break before she picked up another job. So, she went over to Himchan’s place to spend some time with him.

“You sure you don’t want to go out on a date?” She asked as he led her to the couch.

He was already dressed for their date they planned. However, when he greeted her at the door, he instantly noticed the piled on make up under her eyes to hide her bags. “I’m sure.” He grabbed her overnight bag off her shoulder and pushed her on the couch. “We can just watch some movies. I don’t really want to go out today” he insisted. He took the bag in his room and when he returned, Lizzy head fell back against the couch and her eyes were shut. He huffed, “I knew you were tired… idiot.” He sat beside her and Lizzy moved.

Her head against his shoulder, eyes still closed, and she let out a mumble, “Shut it… I’m not…” She fell asleep before she could continue as she felt instant warmth against Himchan.

He shook his head and he found a movie for him to watch as he became his girlfriend’s pillow.

Daehyun

The school Eliza worked at was closed the entire week and had a nine day break thanks to Chuseok. Her family resided in Canada and she convinced herself not to try to go back since it was such a short break. However, her coworkers, other expats, had already taken off to their home countries, out to travel other parts of Asia, or already had plans for the holiday. Eliza had expected to spend the break alone since she knew her boyfriend, Daehyun, would go down to Busan to spend time with his family.

Eliza got home and let out a sigh as she threw herself on her bed exhausted from the last day of work. Her doorbell rang it’s annoying song and she groaned, “Noooo… Go away.” She put her pillow over her head to tune out the melody as it went off again.

The sound ended and Eliza was prepared to fall asleep when someone threw their body over her. “I don’t like being ignored!” Her boyfriend whined.

Eliza, having jumped out of her skin, shot him a glare, “What the hell! Who does that? Aren’t you supposed to be in Busan?”

Daehyun grinned, “Yea, but I had an interview here in Seoul, so I got in yesterday.” He curled up beside her and grinned, “My mom wanted me to invite you to her place to celebrate Chuseok with us. Since it’s your first one and your family isn’t here.”

Eliza’s eyes widened, “I couldn’t. It’s a family thing. Plus, I’m not even Korean.”

Daehyun rolled his eyes. He got out of her bed and went to her closet, “Well that sucks. I already told her you were coming.” Eliza’s voice caught in her throat. After eight months of dating, she hasn’t met Daehyun’s family and now she was going to on an important holiday like this? Daehyun noticed her silence and looked back at her, “You’re overthinking this. My family really wants to meet you. Mom wants to help you find a hanbok too.”

Eliza smiled softly and got out of bed, “Fine. When do we need to leave?”

Daehyun gave her a guilty look, “In two hours.” If looks could kill, Eliza would have killed Daehyun hundreds of times.

Once they got to the train, Eliza’s exhaustion hit. It was a two and a half hour train ride. The train was silent minus the announcer on the speaker who made small comments in Korean. Eliza put in her earbuds and leaned back in her chair and drifted to sleep

Daehyun sat beside Eliza with his headphones in as he mouthed the words to the song. He didn’t even know Eliza fell asleep until he felt her head fall on his shoulder. He looked over and smiled at her. He pushed back their seats and pulled her up to pick up the arm rest between them. Daehyun pulled her to his chest and ran his hand in her hair as she slept.

Part II

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qveensbury · 4 years

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ch 5: wouldn’t it be nice

summary: another movie night + pining + fluff. a college au iwaizumi x reader fic.

AO3 | just a little oh a little bit | ko-fi

[iwaizumi: are you coming to movie night?]

[you: yes]

[iwaizumi: good]

“What are you smiling about?”

You found Kaede and Noa staring at you.

“Nothing,” you put your phone away.

“I hope you’re not one of those girls who forgets her friends while she’s dating.” Noa crossed her arms.

Heat climbed over your face. “It’s not like that.”

“Yet,” Kaede added.

“Hey!”

“C’mon, ____. You like him,” Noa made an arc with her finger.

You shushed her, “Cut it out.”

“Are you going to confess?” She looked at you.

“We’re not high schoolers. We’re adults.”

“So, what adults don’t confess? They just magically end up in relationships?” Kaede pressed.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Can’t it all happen on my terms?”

Kaede smiled while Noa shook her head ‘no.’

“As long as you do something.”

The three of you got off the bus near Matsukawa’s apartment and walked the rest of the way.

“Did you invite Sawamura, Kaede?“

“He said he’s got an exam he needs to study for.” She shivered, “It’s so cold.”

“And it’ll only get colder!” Noa mock shouted.

You were happy your friends moved on from the topic of you and Iwaizumi.

You did like him.

You texted him fairly regularly. And saw him after games.

He was starting to be real. Not your version of Iwaizumi: the stoic wing spiker on the men’s volleyball team. He was gaining more dimension the more you got to know him.

You liked him. And it thrilled and terrified you. This wasn’t a high school crush. This was taking shape. It was building walls.

You liked him.

His smile.

How safe you felt when he stood next to you.

His voice.

The way he said your name.

His determination.

All of that didn’t really matter if he didn’t like you back.

“Welcome ladies!” Oikawa opened the door for you.

“Oikawa, let the girls in.”

“Yea, move!” Noa shouldered her way in.

Holding his chest where Noa struck him, Oikawa moved aside so you and Kaede could enter the apartment.

Your heart picked up a little speed when you saw Iwaizumi.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” He looked over you. “Hey, Miki.”

“Hello, Iwaizumi-kun.”

“Mikichi!”

Kaede put her hands on her hips. “Matsukawa we’ve been in the same city for months and you never tried to see me. Don’t ‘Mikichi’ me,” she scolded in contrast to the smile on her face. “You are so tall! Matsukawa!”

“How are you the same height?”

“Shut up! Don’t make me headbutt you.”

Matsukawa laughed and Kaede snorted before joining him. The lack of explanation led you to conclude it was an inside joke.

Throwing an arm around her shoulders, Matsukawa led Kaede into the apartment.

Oikawa ruffled your hair before following them.

The silence sprung up, delicately like foam taking its shape.

“So, is it just the four of you and the three of us?”

“Yea. Matsun is busy with exams so it’s just a Ghibli movie he likes.”

You hummed. “Sounds like fun.”

“Matsun has seen them all a million times.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “He’d recite lines randomly and it was so confusing at first.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’m telling you the truth.”

You smirked. “No way.”

“He’ll probably quote the movie as its playing.”

Giggles rose in response to the mental image.

“I was gonna grab the drinks I brought if you want to bring your snacks.”

You looked at the bag in your hand. “Sure.”

The hallway wasn’t truly big enough for both of you to walk side by side. But Iwaizumi slowed down for you. You shoulder kept brushing his arm.

“Isn’t it weird we’re almost done with our first semester?”

“Yea.” Iwaizumi gestured for you to enter the kitchen first.

“Do you think you’re gonna stay in the engineering department?” You took off your coat and put it on one of the chairs.

“Hmm,” Iwaizumi pulled down cups for the drinks. “We’ll see after this semester’s grades. It wouldn’t be too hard to transfer over and graduate on time.”

“Good luck! I know you can do it.”

He smiled. “Do you know what you’ll major in?“

“I was thinking of art history. I have a professor who could help me get museum internships.”

“That sounds amazing.”

“It is.”

“Hey, um, ____.”

“Yea?”

“Do you two need help bringing snacks?” Kaede asked.

“Hmm, what do you think Iwaizumi?”

“That would be helpful. Here Miki.”

She accepted the cups. “Got it. I still can’t believe you know Matsukawa. It’s so nice to see my friends in one place. Oh! ____, we should host something next semester.”

“Yea! That sounds great.”

Kaede nodded as she left the kitchen.

Iwaizumi opened the fridge and grabbed two bottles. “Lead the way,” he gestured for you to go, not meeting your eyes.

Everyone congregated around the kotatsu. You and Iwaizumi added your contributions to the snacks assembled.

Accepting the can from Noa, you glanced at the open loveseat and took a step towards it. Your eyes jumped back to Iwaizumi who was listening to Oikawa.

There was the option of asking him to sit next to you. Or, sitting next to Kaede or Noa.

But sitting next to Iwaizumi would be your first choice.

You sat on it.

All you had to do now was make eye contact. So, you glanced at him from time to time, alternating between looking at him and your cell phone.

From across the room, you finally caught his eyes. The warm expression on his face was different, new.

You could barely keep the smile off your face.

He inclined his head to this left (your right) in the direction of the empty seat next to you.

You nodded, placing a hand on the cushion.

He smiled, walking over to sit next to you and taking a seat after you moved your hand.

The opening notes of the score cut through what little conversation was left.

“Enough. Time for film.” Matsukawa put the remote on the TV stand before taking a seat next to Hanamaki.

Spirited Away was a movie you’d seen before, released when you were in elementary school. It still was just as magical for you as an adult.

When Chihiro bathed the river spirit, your mind began to wander. It seemed like Iwaizumi had something he wanted to say to you in the kitchen.

I wonder what it was. You placed your hand on the cushion.

Iwaizumi’s hand brushed yours.

Your first instinct was to bring your hand back to your lap. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Iwaizumi jolt, crossing his arms.

Wait.

Was he trying to hold your hand?

Because that would be…

You took a deep breath.

Why do I keep screwing things up?

Your shoulders fell. The condensation on your drink followed your finger as you drew abstract shapes on your drink.

I would really like to hold Iwaizumi’s hand. You twisted your mouth.

Chihiro mustered her courage to climb a long stairway.

What if he thinks I don’t want to hold his hand?

You put your hand back where it was and sent signals hoping he’d understand.

Time weaved between the scenes. You tried to be as still as possible.

What if Iwaizumi wasn’t trying to hold your hand?

A weight settled in the pit of your stomach. Slowly, you brought your hand back into your lap before wrapping it around your drink. The fizz from your soda gave you a small distraction from the dread washing over you.

“Once you meet someone you never really forget them.”

The dialogue from the movie parroted Matsukawa.

“Ugh, Mattsun! Please,” Oikawa whined.

You giggled.

Iwaizumi gently bumped his shoulder against yours. Returning the touch, you pressed back against him.

Before you could stop yourself, you glanced at him and saw he was smiling. The light from the screen giving off a little light.

It would be better if Iwaizumi liked you back but these moments were worth cherishing regardless.

Dropping your shoulders, you settled back into the chair. Your hand settled beside you.

You were starting to tug on one of the couch’s loose strings when Iwaizumi’s hand landed on yours.

Fire crept up your cheeks.

You turned your hand—

He pulled back.

—over to hold his hand properly.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

You smiled.

His thumb brushed your palm.

Tingles shot up your arm.

You squeezed his hand trying to focus on the movie.

You took a big inhale and then a drink to hide your smile.

Chihiro was getting in the car.

The movie was almost over.

Oh.

Pressing your back into the couch, you sighed.

Iwaizumi bumped his shoulder into yours.

You scrunched your shoulders up. Couldn’t the movie last longer? You rested your head against him for a moment.

He squeezed your hand.

Glancing at him, you pouted.

He chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Oikawa asked.

Someone turned the light on.

You both released each other’s hands.

The pattering of your heart vibrated through your arm and your arm shook as you tried to casually take a drink.

“You couldn’t finish that in an hour and a half?” Noa raised an eyebrow.

You raised an eyebrow back at her. You held the can with both hands to stabilize it.

Kaede materialized with a trash bag. “Clean up!”

Iwaizumi stood up to help and you followed him with your eyes over your can.

When did they finish the snacks?

Finishing your drink, you stood up to help clean. “I don’t remember the last time I watched Spirited Away.”

“It helps me with exam stress,” Matsukawa replied.

Hanamaki hissed, “Don’t say that word? We’re in a state of post-Ghibli bliss.”

“How are you all getting home? It’s kinda late,” Matsukawa asked Kaede.

“The bus. Noa is sleeping over so we should be fine.” Kaede fastened the bag in her hands. “I think that’s everything.”

“Leave the bag you should head out.”

Noa pulled up the public transportation app. “We have just enough time to walk to the bus stop.”

“Lemme walk you guys to the stop.” Iwaizumi looked from you to Kaede.

“As long as you don’t slow us down,” Noa threw over her shoulder.

You retrieved your coat form the kitchen before meeting everyone by the entrance.

“Wow Iwaizumi, so chivalrous~,” Oikawa said.

“We should go. Thanks, Matsun!” Noa opened the door.

“Good night.”

The call and response circled the small hallway.

Noa led the way descending the stairs followed by Kaede, you, and Iwaizumi. Kaede walked in step with Noa.

“You don’t have to double-check that we’re going in the right direction. Doesn’t any of this look familiar?”

“Not at all.”

“Geez, Kaede. What would you do without modern technology?”

You giggled. Sifting for something to say to Iwaizumi. The desert of your mind was proving not to be fruitful.

Something brushed the back of your hand and you stilled. You turned to Iwaizumi.

He extended his hand to you.

And, you placed your hand in his.

The second time was just as nice as the first.

You wouldn’t mind getting lost to the bus stop.

A/N: title from Wouldn’t It Be Nice by the Beach Boys. alt. title: Your Hand in My Hand So Still and Discrete

#iwaizumi x reader #c&e: jaloalb #HQ!!

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