#overheard on the metro

[tsaiko]

Okay. So I get on the subway right, and sit in an open seat. Across the aisle and one seat down is a man and a woman, mid to late twenties. They are having furious whispered conversation with each other. Like you can tell they are trying to be quiet but emotions are high. it's tense. Which I don't notice at first but quickly pick up on.

After being a nosy shit while pretending to play on my phone, I figure out what is going on. These two are talking about the future of their relationship. I mean, odd place to have that discussion on a subway during rush hour, but whatever. It's drama that doesn't involve me. He wants to move forward with their relationship, possible move or move into together, and she wants to slow down.

Suddenly, he breaks in with a story about how his mom hates the city but she moved to New York to stay with his dad and has lived there for twenty years now. Because relationships are about sacrifices. At which point girlfriend is like "Okay, what have you sacrificed for our relationship?"

And boyfriend's example involved the time he missed doing something - I couldn't hear what - with his friends to go with her to her sister's wedding. She was 100% not impressed with his answer and it showed on her face.

They go back to their whisper argument and I can't pick up what they are saying to each other. Then suddenly, clear as day, girlfriend asked him "Name one thing I am interested in."

Homeboy just froze. He had no answer. The lights were on and no one was home. You could hear the dial-tone noise coming from his brain. He couldn't name one single thing his girlfriend was interested in. Hell, he looked like he was totally confused as to why she was even asking him the question.

He tried to talk to her a few times after that, but she was just silent. And I mean angry silent. Train pulls up to the station and she gets up. "Babe, this isn't our stop." Her reply? "It's my stop now." Doors open and she just fucking walks off and leaves him on the train.

He stares at her for a few seconds and then scrambles off after her.

My dude, I don't think you are recovering from that.

#overheard on the metro #amazing #relationships #dude it's over #you done fucked up

[cinematicnomad]

i lingered around the office this evening and caught my crush on his own and then we went for drinks to gossip about our teams and he paid for everything 😱

#kat liveblogs her life #it was not expected!!! #we were talking about stuff happening in our office and our bosses #and then he like. looked around and was like 'let me log out and we can walk out together' #bc he didn't want to be overheard #and as soon as we got outside and we were talking he was like #'fuck it!! do you want to go grab a drink??' #AND I SAID YES #and it was just us!! #and when we got the check i went for my wallet and he was like 'kat—let me get it this time and you can get the next' #and then he went to my metro spot instead of walking to his #and we awkwardly hugged as my train pulled up lol #STILl haven't exchanged numbers with this dude

[ignify-caligo]

Florian: I’m sad.

Artyom: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das.

Artyom: And das not good.

#incorrect metro 2033 quotes #incorrect metro quotes #florian oc #artyom chyornyj #artyom #metro 2033 #metro 2034 #metro last light #caligo incorrect quotes 2 #caligo's oc #a oc quote? didn’t see that one comin lmao #this is quite literally how they interact after their escape together #cheesy joke overheard from ulman most likely #also probs won’t be posting any big stuff bc I’m currently on my way to Poland so that’s fun

[yunmew]

DC民 is happy to be alive 🙏

#Overheard on the metro: 'If you got to one you've done you're job.' #DC民 is grateful and happy to be living 🙏 #2022.05.13

[ask-healthy-light]

The event was over, the weekend had passed, and today was the day that I would be heading home with my friend, so after I woke up early once again, I showered, got dressed, and went to the bakery for the final time to get breakfast there; fortunately, my knowledge of German had improved enough so I could talk with the staff reasonably well, and I ordered my breakfast meal without too many issues.

As I expected the day to be very warm again, I headed to the shop across the street, hoping to find some energy drinks of sorts to keep myself and my friend healthy on our way home; but failing that, I bought a packet of tissues and a large bottle of Fanta, before I went back to the bakery for some sandwiches for underway, and returned to the hotel, where I waited in the lobby for a little while.

To my surprise, for the first time since I had left home, the bag on my side had gotten loose, so I hurried back to my room, using the tissues I had bought to keep clean as best I could, and showered again; I stayed in touch with Bas, whom I would meet in Stuttgart around noon, so after I handed in the keycard, I sat in the lobby for a while, finding even more people I had seen around at the Con.

It was clear that everybody was absolutely exhausted from the weekend, though, so I kept quiet, and only politely nodded when they walked past or took a seat nearby; but before I headed to the metro, I took some time to wish others well, and told Saij and Deus how much I adored GalaCon, adding that I was really interested in volunteering for next year's GalaCon, for which I would keep an eye out.

After wishing everyone there a safe journey home and waving goodbye, I left the hotel, only to meet Flitterkriz and her partner at the metro station, who were somewhat confused on which line they had to take to the airport; and though there was some uncertainty, I reassured them as best as I could, and kindly pointed out that Stuttgart Flughafen was the second-to-last stop of the line we were on.

Unfortunately, as the metro got close to Stuttgart Hauptbahnhoff, I had to say goodbye for now, and wished them a safe journey home, and told them that I was really looking forward to meeting them at PonyCon Holland in a month; but it took a while for Bas and I to find each other at the station, as there were many duplicate shops in close proximity, so it was hard for us to explain where we were.

We had plenty of time to spare at the station, though, so we stood and sat around for a while, even meeting a couple of Bronies from France at the station, who were apparently headed our way as well, whom I offered a drawing from the set I won at the auction; but increasingly more people joined the group, and they decided to travel together, so Bas and I waved them goodbye, and boarded our train.

Our tickets allowed us to sit in first class all the way to Düsseldorf, but unlike our journey from Cologne to Stuttgart, this time, we did not have a private cabin to sit, so we just spent some time doing our own thing; but in the train, I was starting to feel a bit down, so I listened to one song in particular on repeat: 'Hooves To Hearts Forever', made by a friend, Lucy, also known as Anamore.

I sent a heartfelt message to a group I share with her, and told everybody how dearly I loved them, using the song's lyrics about never feeling alone with their friendship; but apart from this lovely little moment, our journey to Düsseldorf was uneventful, until we boarded the train to Venlo, where we shared some moments of kindness and intrigue with a couple of Dutch people who had overheard us.

To my dismay, when I went to the toilet on the train, a keychain of Tempest I had bought at PonyCon Holland last year broke when it got hooked under the toilet; but I managed to gather all the pieces that broke, and my friend Robert told me he had spare rings I could have when I met him at PCH in a month, which greatly reassured me on my way home with Bas, who departed at Eindhoven minutes later.

My parents had warned me that an incredibly heavy storm had rolled over our house, which managed to blow open my window and cover my desk and laptop with rain; but my Sister and Mother acted quickly, and everything was all right, given that I have spent the last week writing this entire un-summary, which was a lovely way to remember everything I had experienced and everybody I had met at GalaCon.

Now, it's just a few more weeks until PonyCon Holland is here, too…

(Thanks for reading this bonus about my experiences at GalaCon! It was an unforgettable event that was incredible to take part in, and I cannot wait for the next time I will meet my friends again!)

Part 8/8

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

#bonus #mod speaks #events #conventions #galacon

[bluenet13]

I Love You in Spite Of (a The Rookie 5x16 Spec fic)

Tim and Lucy's first Valentine's Day as a couple was supposed to be perfect. But the day takes a surprising turn when Tim discovers the truth behind the Metro position and what was meant to be a romantic day turns into their first argument since they started dating. Will they be able to work through their differences or will it be their last first holiday together?

AO3

Tim scanned the bullpen in search of Lucy. He found her sitting at a desk, typing a report, and made his way to her. "Officer, Chen," he said, addressing her formally, and sounding a lot less like Metro Sergeant Tim and more like Training Officer Bradford. "A word, please."

Lucy recognized his T.O. voice and frowned, her smile at seeing him quickly disappearing. She opened her mouth to answer, but Tim didn't wait for one. He just signaled to a nearby hall and started walking, expecting her to follow.

She caught up to him and grabbed his wrist, stopping his progress and turning him around with one swift pull. "Hey, what's going on?"

"Not here," Tim said tersely. "Somewhere private."

Lucy nodded and followed him to a small conference room; one they knew from experience had no cameras and was too far away from the bullpen to be overheard. In the enclosed space his anger was even more palpable, and Lucy felt her heart begin to race with worry.

As soon as they were alone, Tim pushed the door closed and turned to her. "I just found out what you did," he declared, standing stiffly with his arms crossed over his chest. "You got people to move positions so that I could get the Metro Sergeant spot. You went behind my back and did all of that without even talking to me about it."

Lucy's eyes widened and her face paled. "I did it because I know you hated that desk job. I wanted to help." She took a step closer to Tim, reaching with her hand, but he took a step back and her fingers only grazed his arm before they fell through open air.

"I appreciate it, but I can't just be handed things," Tim explained, voice tight, as he began pacing the room. "How will it look to the rest of the station? What if there was somebody else in line for that position? I can't just get things because my girlfriend wants to. I have to earn it."

"You earned that job! All I did was work some magic to get some people to move around so this position opened up. But I was careful," Lucy stated quietly.

"Yeah, and what if those people didn't want to move? What if they felt pressured or blindsided?" Tim looked down at Lucy, anger etched on his face.

Lucy huffed and rolled her eyes. "It's not like I sent them to work the drunk tank or got them partnered with Smitty. Hicks was going crazy trying to handle Metro plus triplets and a very tired wife at home. He's much better now! Same thing with the others," Lucy tried, frustration creeping into her voice, and for a moment she considered shouting at Tim that she had to clean Smitty's disgusting RV to get him the stupid job, but she didn't think that would cut it now. But she would make sure to tell him later.

Tim ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "Chen, you're not getting my point. It wasn't up to you, or me for that matter, to get anyone a new job. What happens if it doesn't turn out as good as everyone expects? What happens when somebody realizes you weren't trying to help anyone but your boyfriend? Who, I might add, doesn't need the help. Or should I remind you I made it to Sergeant all on my own?"

"Tim, you were miserable at that job," Lucy muttered brokenly, completely at a loss, her eyes filling with tears. "You're not happy unless you're out on the streets, working cases. I know you. That job was going to kill you faster than any bullet could. And the city would have suffered too. Tim Bradford is too good a cop to sit behind a desk."

"You don't get it." Tim's voice rose and he stopped abruptly, taking a few calming breaths before he continued more evenly. "I took the desk job so we could be together, not because I wanted to be stuck behind a desk for the rest of my life. I knew it wouldn't be permanent, something else would have opened up eventually. I was okay with waiting until that happened, but I'm not okay with having my promotions handed to me."

"You say you would have been happy to wait, but what if what you thought would be a short month or two turned into years as Court Liaison?" At Tim's lack of response, Lucy shook her head sadly, a lone tear sliding down her face. "You would have resented me eventually," she answered for him.

"I could never resent you, Lucy," Tim said instantly, voice softening, and he gently wiped away the tear that had escaped her eye.

The gesture made Lucy smile, thinking they were past the worst part, until Tim continued, and her hopeful expression quickly faded.

"But this is my career, Chen. You can't go around making decisions for me behind my back, making arrangements without even talking to me about it. We were supposed to be honest with each other. I can't deal with more lies." Frustration began to build inside of him again and Tim took a couple steps back, sitting on a desk and resting his folded arms over his bent legs.

Lucy smiled sadly, seeing he was back to calling her Chen instead of Lucy. For a moment she considered backing down, apologizing and leaving him alone to calm himself down. But Lucy Chen had no quit in her so she took as many steps forward, coming to stand right in front of him. "Isn't that what you did, though? When you told Grey about us and took the desk job behind my back?"

"I only wanted to help," Tim said, defensively. "I thought that would be the best thing for us."

"That's the same thing I was doing! I thought I was helping you, I only wanted to make your life better," Lucy shot back, unwilling to back down. She rested her hand on his knee and winced when she felt his leg slightly tremble under her touch. She had never seen him this upset before, not with somebody he openly cared about.

"You just don't understand," Tim reiterated, his tone soft but there was a tightness in his jaw that gave away his frustration. "My decision affected no one but ourselves, what you did affected half the station! People we will need to rely on for cases, friends or friends of friends. We can never know the ripple effects this whole thing will have or how it might come back to bite us in the ass later."

Lucy nodded, not wanting to fight anymore, and now seeing his anger for what it really was: concern. Tim was worried her actions might hurt them, if not now, sometime in the future when they least expected it. She had been so focused on the here and now, on making sure he was happy, that she hadn't considered that possibility enough, even when Nyla had basically said the same thing. "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry. But how do we move past this?" She asked softly, desperate not to be the thing that broke them after they had overcome so much together.

"I don't know," Tim said honestly, voice tinged with sadness.

"Do you want to break up?" Lucy blurted out, scared to hear his answer but also needing to know.

Tim was about to respond when his phone rang, interrupting their conversation. He looked at the screen and sighed. "Bradford," he answered gruffly. "I'll be right there."

He hung up and looked at Lucy apologetically. "I got to go, I'm sorry. Hostage situation."

Lucy nodded and stepped away so he could get to the door. Tim slid his phone back into his pocket and left the room, leaving Lucy standing alone, tears pooling in her eyes.

Tim was back in front of Lucy not a minute later, but he said nothing and simply stood silently in the threshold of the room, looking at her. "We will talk more later," he said eventually, and walked to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek and using his thumb to wipe her tears away before they had a chance to fall. "Be safe."

"You too," Lucy whispered, grabbing his hand and squeezing once. She let him go but found herself following him into the hall. "Tim," she called to his back, a sad smile gracing her lips. "Are we going to be okay?"

"I'm sure we will," he answered, but he never turned back to look at her as he spoke, so Lucy couldn't see in his gaze if he believed his own words or not.

I love you, I'm sorry, Lucy mouthed to his retreating form as her unanswered question echoed in her mind, 'Do you want to break up?'

#Chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #5x16 spec

[kipitinkirk]

we went to see the France/Australia rugby game yesterday and when we were on the metro back from the stadium chatting about the F1 race, this group of dude overheard us, so we started talking to them about the race and pierre's podium and all that

and I said I didn't like pierre as a person, and these three dudebros were like "oh why he seems cool and he's hot lol" so we explained the whole crate snatcher thing and they were so surprised!! ended up agreeing that was creepy tho so that's good

Genuinely forget sometimes not everyone is aware of every single piece of f1 gossip lmao

#they did try and be like “oh I bet charles leclerc is your favourite driver because he's hot and you're a GIRL” #so I had to shut that down real quick #f1

[iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylife]

Overheard a dude at the metro today teaching some tourists how to say "είσαι πουτάνας γιός" and "που σαι ρε μαλάκα". Nature is healing.

#remember that scene in my big fat greek wedding where whats his name makes toulas husband say ωραία βυζιά? yeah 💖💖 #Al's ramblings #if they are coming all the way down here they might as well learn something useful am i right fellas

[thethirdperspective]

I was in the metro and i overheard two people talking about life. It amazed me how we are all literally the same yet so different-the thoughts,the observations,the understandings,everything. And little by little it differentiates us into one whole different being.

#life #poetry #spilled words #words

[andreasphilippineslitblog]

Five Interesting Nonfiction Books

Malaya: Essays on Freedom by Cinelle Barnes

As an undocumented teenager living in New York, her journey of self-discovery was just beginning. Because she couldn’t get a driver’s license or file taxes, Cinelle worked as a cleaning lady and a nanny and took other odd jobs—and learned to look over her shoulder, hoping she wouldn’t get caught. When she falls in love and marries a white man from the South, Cinelle finds herself trying to adjust to the thorny underbelly of “southern hospitality” while dealing with being a new mother, an immigrant affected by PTSD, and a woman with a brown body in a profoundly white world. From her immigration to the United States, to navigating a broken legal system, to balancing assimilation and a sense of self, Cinelle comes to rely on her resilience and her faith in the human spirit to survive and come of age all over again. Lyrical, emotionally driven, and told through stories both lived and overheard, Cinelle’s intensely personal, yet universal, exploration of race, class, and identity redefines what it means to be a woman—and an American—in a divided country. (goodreads.com)

2. Lola's House: Filipino Women Living with War by M. Evelina Galang

During World War II more than one thousand Filipinas were kidnapped by the Imperial Japanese Army. Lolas’ House tells the stories of sixteen surviving Filipino “comfort women.”

M. Evelina Galang enters into the lives of the women at Lolas’ House, a community center in metro Manila. She accompanies them to the sites of their abduction and protests with them at the gates of the Japanese embassy. Each woman gives her testimony, and even though the women relive their horror at each telling, they offer their stories so that no woman anywhere should suffer wartime rape and torture.

Lolas’ House is a book of testimony, but it is also a book of witness, of survival, and of the female body. Intensely personal and globally political, it is the legacy of Lolas’ House to the world. (goodreads.com)

3. Empire of Care: Nurses and Migration in Filipino American History by Catherine Ceniza Choy

In western countries, including the United States, foreign-trained nurses constitute a crucial labor supply. Far and away the largest number of these nurses come from the Philippines. Why is it that a developing nation with a comparatively greater need for trained medical professionals sends so many of its nurses to work in wealthier countries? Catherine Ceniza Choy engages this question through an examination of the unique relationship between the professionalization of nursing and the twentieth-century migration of Filipinos to the United States. The first book-length study of the history of Filipino nurses in the United States, Empire of Care brings to the fore the complicated connections among nursing, American colonialism, and the racialization of Filipinos . Choy conducted extensive interviews with Filipino nurses in New York City and spoke with leading Filipino nurses across the United States. She combines their perspectives with various others—including those of Philippine and American government and health officials—to demonstrate how the desire of Filipino nurses to migrate abroad cannot be reduced to economic logic, but must instead be understood as a fundamentally transnational process. She argues that the origins of Filipino nurse migrations do not lie in the Philippines' independence in 1946 or the relaxation of U.S. immigration rules in 1965, but rather in the creation of an Americanized hospital training system during the period of early-twentieth-century colonial rule. Choy challenges celebratory narratives regarding professional migrants’ mobility by analyzing the scapegoating of Filipino nurses during difficult political times, the absence of professional solidarity between Filipino and American nurses, and the exploitation of foreign-trained nurses through temporary work visas. She shows how the culture of American imperialism persists today, continuing to shape the reception of Filipino nurses in the United States. (goodreads.com)

4. Monsoon Mansion by Cinelle Barnes

Told with a lyrical, almost-dreamlike voice as intoxicating as the moonflowers and orchids that inhabit this world, Monsoon Mansion is a harrowing yet triumphant coming-of-age memoir exploring the dark, troubled waters of a family's rise and fall from grace in the Philippines. It would take a young warrior to survive it. Cinelle Barnes was barely three years old when her family moved into Mansion Royale, a stately ten-bedroom home in the Philippines. Filled with her mother's opulent social aspirations and the gloriously excessive evidence of her father's self-made success, it was a girl's storybook playland. But when a monsoon hits, her father leaves, and her mother's terrible lover takes the reins, Cinelle's fantastical childhood turns toward tyranny she could never have imagined. Formerly a home worthy of magazines and lavish parties, Mansion Royale becomes a dangerous shell of the splendid palace it had once been. In this remarkable ode to survival, Cinelle creates something magical out of her truth--underscored by her complicated relationship with her mother. Through a tangle of tragedy and betrayal emerges a revelatory journey of perseverance and strength, of grit and beauty, and of coming to terms with the price of family--and what it takes to grow up. (seattle.bibliocommons.com)

5. Somewhere in the Middle: A journey to the Philippines in search of roots, belonging, and identity by Deborah Francisco Douglas

Half Filipino but raised in an American household, Deborah Francisco Douglas had always longed to know more about her Filipino heritage. So when a thick government-issued envelope arrived at her door announcing her assignment to the Philippines as a Peace Corps Volunteer, she snatched the opportunity and set out on a journey of self-discovery, travel, and adventure. Arriving in the mountain town of Baguio City, Philippines, she was introduced to a life of obnoxious roosters, bucket baths, and kids shouting her name every time she walked down the street. Despite her attempts to get involved in the community, her desire for belonging and identity did not materialize as quickly as planned. Realizing that “Filipino time” means nothing ever happens in a hurry, Deborah braces for the journey ahead, hoping to find answers, and above all, to find herself. Filled with warmth and humor, Somewhere in the Middle captures the simple joy found in ordinary moments and in the people we share our lives with, shedding new light on what it truly means to find the place where you belong. Whether you’re hoping to unearth your own cultural roots, volunteer abroad, or find your next travel adventure, this memoir offers inspiration for all those yearning to discover who they are and where they belong in the world. (goodreads.com)

[bastardbvby]

“i’m not toxic! i’m actually a very nice individual but you were acting like a B WORD that day” <- overheard from what appears to be a middle schooler on the metro.

#obsessed

[themetropolisborough]

i’m thinking headcanons about how The Metropolis chugs along because it’s basically this corporate conglomerate where everything’s super congested and there are too many things to go see/do than work allows so the memes have GOT to be hits:

• surveillance state agent jokes (“...” “Stop staring at me, Risingsmoke.” “How do you know I’m not an agent sent from The Administration sent to observe you?” “Because, if you were, I think they should give you the pink slip because you totally fell asleep on our last three shifts.” “Or I wanted you to think I was asleep. Didn’t think about that, huh?” “I wish Cheesecake still worked here.”)

• catfolk doing the hand gesture for I’m Keeping My Eye On You as a greeting for the start of a shared shift/goodbye at the end of a shared shift instead of a handshake because it’s faster OR for when you see your coworker outside of work and it’s too late now to pretend you didn’t because you’ve made eye contact

• work is the answer to any question you don’t know (“Hi, Echo! Sorry to bother ya, I know you’re wrapping up that quarterly report. But do you know where Python is?” Lavendar looks nonchalantly towarda the horizon of skyscrapers outside their office window, pausing to seemingly take in the view before shrugging. “Work, probably.”)

• messenger birds who also deliver emails. so, an entire flock at someone’s office? That’s Not Good

• jokingly debating what their currency will be called once they’re on the same level as Sol and Luna (“Starstone?” “Polisstone, investing on the groundfloor.” “For the last time, Garnish, no cat would vote for the second-half of the word Metropolis.” “Solstone, Sunstone. Lunastone, Moonstone. Metrostone, Citystone?” “Listen to you Chatty Catties, bickering over what should be an obvious answer!” “Oh yeah? And what are you vouching for, Rabbitfoot?” “Skystone. After our, you know, skyscrapers. A prominent architectural marvel we’re known for in all of Mewmoia.” “Huh.” “Sunstone, Moonstone, Skystone. Yeah, it works.” “I don’t know. Doesn’t hold a fruit basket to Polisstone.” “Garnish!”)

• catfolk sending pictures of near-workplace hazards in their group chats trying to one-up each other followed by all the cats searching for whatever The Metro equivalent of OSHA is for which violation code it is

• ridiculous, no-one-would-say-this/please-tell-me-no-one-would-say-this responses from workplace ettiquette and Borough-sensitivity training videos being quoted without missing a beat between coworkers (“hey. hey, Aphelion.” “hm?” “‘I am from Zenith and I am requesting time-off for the annual Festival of th—’” “‘A. I shout: No, I will not take your shift. Should’ve foretold that before you came to me, Cliff Climber!’” “Oh, Eye in the Sky, that one still cracks me up. Do you actually think they think we Zenith-born cats would talk like this?” “The real question is do you think they think we’d find an activity only a handful of us participate in used as an adjective as offensive.” “Beats me.” “They really got to update this thing.” “Yeah, I’ll bet Sunstones that it’s been around since the inception of Sunstones.”)

• something something “Overheard” accounts where the anonymity of a conversation is rendered moot because some cat just aired out how you’d tell off customers who are still perusing the Luna silk garment section past the last closing call

• the latest PSAs from The Administration are immediately edited as the bass drop at parties

• the saying “an eye for an eye” exists but it’s used to remark on a new business deal or exhcnage being struck successfully (“So, what do you say, Felidae? Do we have ourselves a deal?” “An eye for an eye, Opal Gleam.” “Wonderful! This merge will make us both very, very satisfied.” “You won’t regret this.” “I know I won’t.”)

• and this:

#FKGKKDKGKDKKF I’M SORRY #imagining the metropolis #the metropolis borough vibe #paw borough #the metropolis borough #the metropolis borough ftw #nic jests #nic writes

[vishalyadavsworld]

As I stood at the metro counter, waiting for my turn to recharge my card, I caught sight of her. She turned and our eyes met, and I found myself lost in the depths of her captivating gaze. I prayed for her to stay by my side throughout the journey, as we changed stations and travelled together.

As we stepped onto the crowded yellow line metro, we were packed so tightly that we were practically holding each other. It was at that moment that I lost myself, and my heart began to race uncontrollably. I could feel my breaths becoming shallow, and I knew that I was completely captivated by her.

Suddenly, as the train accelerated and swayed, she stumbled and reached out for something to steady herself. In that instant, she grabbed my hand, and my world came to a halt. The warmth of her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body.

But as we neared the last station, I couldn't muster the courage to talk to her. I couldn't bear the thought of parting ways, yet I couldn't get off at her station. We went our separate ways, and I was left feeling disappointed.

I overheard her mentioning the station where she was heading, and I made my way there in search of her. But despite my efforts, I couldn't find her. As I headed towards my destination, I continued to pray to God, hoping for another chance to see her.

My heart was in turmoil as I sat in the rickshaw, thinking about her. I longed to tell her how beautiful she was, and how her natural looks had captured my heart. But I also held onto the belief that with faith and a true heart, I would find her again.

Suddenly, I saw her approaching from the other side, and my breath caught in my throat. It was like my prayer had been answered. She was waiting for someone, and I knew that I had been given a second chance to talk to her.

"Hi," I said nervously.

"Hi," she replied with a smile.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I saw you at the metro station earlier and I just had to talk to you. I think you're incredibly beautiful and natural" I said, feeling my heart racing.

"Do you live here," I said nervously.

"No," she replied very sweetly.

"Do you live in Jahangirpuri," I asked confidently.

"Yes in D Block, and you ?" she replied in a very beautiful voice.

Her response to my question gave me a glimmer of hope, and I felt a bit more comfortable around her. As we continued to wait for our trains, she looked a little tired from standing for so long. Without thinking, I offered her a seat at the nearby bus stand, and she accepted.

We sat down together on the bench, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance to be in her company. As we sat side by side, I began to feel more relaxed, and the conversation flowed more naturally between us. We talked about our day, our jobs, and our interests, and I found myself completely engrossed in her words.

Despite my fears, I knew that I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by. Even if she was waiting for someone else, I still wanted to talk to her, to share a moment together. And so, with a deep breath, I summoned the courage to ask for her phone number, hoping that she would be open to the idea of staying in touch.

Will be continue....

[sug-kuk]

Overheard at the metro

Two teenage girls: should we just take the metro as far as it goes? * both starts skipping along *

#i live for these moments #peace and love #kuk post

[liefst]

it's true that every day brings you a gift... all you have to do is go outside :) in the past week i found a little heartshaped charm on the ground, saw the cutest little girl on the metro (her feet didn't reach the ground), exchanged smiles with a girl on the street with a similar outfit on, ran into an old classmate with friendship potential at the cinema, found an old national geographic magazine in a little street library, overheard a funny conversation at the supermarket. all is full of love like björk says

#that being said it is time for me to finally leave the house and get some groceries!! #this house is a FOOD DESERT!

[jellyfishright]

Still My Beautiful Man -Pt 3

                                           2 days later

*****Kiyoi****

Kiyoi toyed with his phone as he waited in the lobby, his leg shaking restlessly.

This was his final  audition for the day. When it was over he would meet Hira at his university and they would head home.

He’d been there for the better part of an hour and there were still quite a few people waiting with him.

“Kiyoi So.” A young lady finally came out to call him inside the room.

He got up, portfolio in hand and walked into the room.

Besides the person who’d called him in, there were 3 other people in the room sitting at a table with mounds of pictures and papers set before them.

They onced him over appreciatively as he stepped forward and handed his portfolio to them.

With his hands casually shoved in his pocket, he waited while they scanned the contents .

Their eyes become glossy as they scanned the pictures.

“Kiyoi.” The oldest looking man in the middle addressed him “Your portfolio is very impressive. These are wonderful pictures of you.”

“Thank you.” he replied.

“These pictures…” he continued to look even while he spoke. “I’ve never seen such beautiful pictures. Who took these?”

Kiyoi thought for a moment.

“A friend of mine– Hira.” he replied.

“Hira.” the name sounded buttery on the man's tongue.

Over the last 6 months Hira had taken so many photos of him, every picture in his portfolio was taken by him.

“What studio does Hira work with?” the man pressed.

“None.” Kiyoi replied. “He’s a university student.”

They got wide-eyed, commenting among themselves.

“We would very much like to meet him.” the man said “My company needs a photographer and with pictures like these, Hira might just be the person we’re looking for.”

Kiyoi nodded once and gave them a little smile, unsure of what to say next.

“Forgive me.” The man apologized. “I got a little too excited. Let’s get back to the audition.”

Kiyoi nodded again and waited for the instructions.

10 minutes later he’d performed as requested.

“We’ll be in touch.” the man said as Kiyoi went to retrieve his portfolio.

He nodded and left.

When he was back in the lobby he dialled Hira.

“Hello.” Hira’s voice came through the receiver.

“Are your classes over?”

“Mmm.”

“I’m heading to you now.” Kiyoi told him.

“Mm.” Hira replied before they hung up.

Without a backward glance Kiyoi left the building.

The ride to Hira’s university was 15 minutes on the metro line so in two shakes of a hair Kiyoi was walking up the pathway to the spot where they usually met.

As expected, he spotted Hira at the designated spot.The smile that usually formed when he saw Hira faltered at the sight of something unexpected.

His head was focused on his camera as two girls flanked him,with excited expressions.

Kiyoi’s heart twitched as the girls rested their hands on Hira’s hand and shoulder respectively.

“What’s with them?” he questioned as he walked towards the group.

He wanted to race across the quad towards that ugly scene but he tempered his gait, steadily making his way past all the eyes that he attracted towards Hira.

His eyes never left Hira and soon enough Hira’s eyes pulled upwards to meet his.His heartbeat both quickened and slowed when their eyes met, Hira could do that to him with a single glance, he was that intense.

“K-k-Kiyoi.” He diverted his attention from the girls.

“Mmm.” Kiyoi replied as he came to a halt before the group, hands casually stuck in his pockets. He onced over each of the girls, with a frosty expression frosty, cocking a curious brow before looking at Hira.

“S-sorry.” Hira apologized “They wanted to see the pictures I was taking.”

“We saw his pictures displayed in the common area.” one of the girls spoke up. “They were so beautiful.”

The other girl nodded in agreement as she held on to Hira’s elbow.

Kiyoi’s eyes darted to the point of contact.

“Let’s go.”Kiyoi said

Hira nodded and stepped away from the girls.

“He’s so handsome.” Kiyoi overheard one of the girls comment as they walked away.

His fist tightened in his pocket as he stalked off with Hira in tow.

“S-sorry” Hira apologized  as he beheld the dark expression on Kiyoi’s face. 

“Why are you apologizing?” Kiyoi questioned.

“I made you wait.”

“Disgusting.” Kiyoi thought to himself. Hira was always like that with him.He never wanted a speck of dust on his star but did he realize his power?

Kiyoi looked across at the oblivious young man with his bangs caressing his brows.He really was arrogant in his own way.Was he impervious to the efforts of those girls just now?

Hira was the same but he’d also changed.

He was confident but also still shy.

This duality wasn’t there before. Perhaps it was being out in the big wide world and not the fishbowl of high school.

Regardless of the process, the result was the same, this weird boy who always wanted to be invisible was now being seen and not only by him.

His first brush with that reality had come through that guy with a bad taste in everything, Koyama.Hira was no longer someone others viewed as a nuisance. He was no longer someone only he saw.The feeling unnerved him and he hated it.

Kiyoi walked, lost in thought until Hira’s voice pulled him from his musings.

“Kiyoi.” Hira called in that gentle voice.

Kiyoi turned his head to look.

Click.

His face was dead in the lens.

“So Beautiful.” Hira commented with a smile.

****Hira*****

“So beautiful.” Hira whispered in Kiyoi’s ear before licking it gently.

Leaving his ear he traced kisses all over Kiyoi’s face.His beautiful brow, his beautiful eyes, his beautiful cheeks, his beautiful nose. He sucked on Kiyoi’s pink plump lips, his hands snaking under his shirt as he held him against the wall.

Kiyoi’s eyes were closed, his hands roaming the breadth of Hira’s back as he kissed him.

As with any good wine, Kiyoi’s kisses made Hira lose his inhibitions.He became both god and servant to this beautiful man.

6 months ago touching Kiyoi like this had only been a dream, until that night.That night when he came to him at the place where he’d saved him before.That night when the dam of his desire had been irreparably ruptured.

He kissed Kiyoi passionately as he hurriedly relieved him of his jacket and shirt,baring his chest.

Hira’s breath was ragged as he looked at Kiyoi. 

On the way home , he seemed to be in a bad mood for some reason. He always hated when Kiyoi was anything but happy. His star should always be shiny.

The minute they'd set foot in the house he'd grabbed him, showering him kisses.

Hira swept the hair from Kiyoi’s eye before using that same finger to trace the lines on his face,lingering on his lips.

Kiyoi kissed Hira’s fingertips twice before opening his mouth slightly.

Accepting the invitation Hira slipped his index and middle fingers into Kiyoi’s mouth.

Kiyoi swiveled his tongue around his boyfriend’s finger, sucking intermittently with a tease.

Hira could never stand being teased.It drove him mad. His desire for Kiyoi was always on full throttle, teasing him like this would just drive him over the edge.

He pulled his fingers from Kiyoi’s mouth and gripped him by the waist, spinning him in one swift motion so his face was against the wall.

Spreading Kiyoi’s limbs apart on the wall he covered his hands with his, slowly tracing the lines of his beautiful body.He alternated between kissing and licking the length of Kiyoi’s back. He wanted to bite him but he had to be careful since Kiyoi still had some auditions left and he didn’t want to tarnish his skin.

Soft moans escaped Kiyoi’s lips as Hira’s mouth roamed over his body.

Hira kissed down to the waist of his pants before yanking it all down in on swift motion, leaving his body bare.

A blush crept up Kiyoi’s face as Hira reached his hand around and gripped in with one hand.

“Ahh.”

Encouraged, Hira began to move his hand up and down while he bent behind Kiyoi, kissing his buttocks, his thighs, the back of his knee, his calf.

There was nothing for Kiyoi to grab as Hira pleasured him. The walls were smooth, his fingernails could find nothing to latch on to so his hands just contracted on either side of him as he rested his face on the wall.

This was what he’d wanted.

These hands.

This touch.

“Mmm..ahhh.” he bit his lip to try and keep himself atleast somewhat contained but he couldn’t. The more Hira’s hands and lips moved in synchrony,the more intense the feeling became, causing him to lose himself until finally he crescendoed with ragged breaths.

Hira stood at full height, fully clothed as he spun Kiyoi to face him with his flushed face.

This is what he meant. In this moment he was both servant and god. Kiyoi was all his.He would worship every of that beautiful body and attend to it like it was his sworn duty but he would also command it to do his will because it belonged to him.

With eyes never leaving Kiyoi’s Hira undressed, tossing his clothes here and there until they both stood bare before each other, their chests heaving, anticipation heavy.

Hira reached for his camera, his eyes filled with wonder.

This was his world.

These were his eyes.

This was his man.

Kiyoi blushed and stretched his hands towards the lens.

Click.

Click

Click

“Don’t”

Hira gently lowered his hand and kissed it before raising the camera again.

Kiyoi looked into the lens

Click

Click

Click

With each shutter of the lens Hira captured another beautiful part of Kiyoi.

His soulful brown eyes.Click.

His prominent nose.Click.

His plump pink lips that were even more pronounced after being kissed. Click.

His elegant neck. Click.

His beautiful shoulders. Click.

His bare chest.Click.

His hard abs.Click

Hira aimed the camera below Kiyoi’s waist but did not press the shutter.Instead, he put the camera back in place and pulled Kiyoi towards him in one swift motion, his desire set ablaze once more.

They kissed with reckless abandon as they made their way to the bedroom, their lips and hands all over each other.

Hira laid Kiyoi on the bed, his eyes becoming likened to his camera, capturing every inch of him frame by frame.

Kiyoi’s chest heaved as those eyes roamed the length of him.

He wanted those eyes to keep looking at him like that forever. They would be the only thing he’d ever need in the world.

“Kiyoi.” Hira said his name lovingly as he bent to kiss the only star in his universe.

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