#this semester i've been able to sleep more than 4 hours a night and go outside bc it's not freezing but also i'm just so fucking done

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

couple of mello + near doodles

#death note #mello #mihael keehl #near #nate river #meronia #bright colors #eyestrain #been having fun w colors recently :3 #these are the product of me really really really not wanting to do some discussion boards #like i don’t even hate discussion boards but something about them has been filling me with dread i’d rather just do exams tbh #i'm like dragging myself through the rest of this semester but it's different from last semester last semester i was losing my mind #this semester i've been able to sleep more than 4 hours a night and go outside bc it's not freezing but also i'm just so fucking done #with school i've been here too long i'm tired but i'm always tired and will always be tired it's tragic honestly i think i'd be more cool #with school if i weren't living how i am rn w my family but eh i don't have the money to move out so it's whatever and it doesn't really #help that i know i'll have to get at least a master's to really do anything in my field and the though of doing more of this makes #me so tired i think i might take a gap year after i get my bachelors this fall idk #anyways enjoy my doodles or don't if you don't want to i'm not the boss of you

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

Cold Nights to Sunday Mornings - bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader

Summary: 2.1k words. loosely inspired by "Hold My Girl" by George Ezra. (idk what to put for the summary but! pls trust that it's worth your time bc i'm proud of this :) )

Warnings: lots of angst & fluff to redeem the angst

a/n: the fall semester just started & i've been really busy so i'm just as shocked as you are that i'm actually posting a fic. enjoy & please let me know what you think <3

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“Baby, we have to get up,” she pleaded. Bradley ignored her request and wrapped his arms around her midsection tighter.

A soft displeased hum left her lips—though it was mostly in jest. She could never be anything but content in Bradley’s arms. The sound only had the aviator nuzzling his head further against her neck, peppering light kisses across the exposed skin.

---

Before y/n, Bradley never slept in. Rooster was his call sign for a reason. For better or for worse, he had a habit of being up before the sun and the rest of the sane world. 

Sleeping in meant that he was only prolonging the amount of time he spent in bed alone. The barrack beds were uncomfortable and cold. When he’d been promoted and was able to arrange for housing off-base he ran into the same issue. A thousand dollars and a new mattress later, the comfort issue was fixed. He might as well have been sleeping on a damn cloud. But his bed was still cold. And lonely.

Without an alarm clock he rose every morning no later than 5:30 a.m.. Maybe it was because of all his years in the military. Maybe it was the broken teenager inside of him that was always running—from his past, to his future, to find someplace somewhere that he could rest easy—and damn, was that exhausting. Everyone he loved and counted on died suddenly, or abandoned him, or died slowly.

As he got older, he found a little bit of peace. Bradley worked his ass off and earned his successful career. He reconnected with his estranged Godfather. He was reassigned to the same base he spent most of his early childhood at.

He slept better after that. In his mid-thirties, it was about damn time that he was able to relax a bit. Yet still, no amount of blankets warmed up the everpresent unwelcome chill.

---

One morning he had a particularly unpleasant wake-up. At just after 4 in the morning, Bradley woke up drenched in sweat. The nightmares weren’t frequent, but they weren’t uncommon. It came with the territory of being directly involved in combat. He couldn’t go back to sleep–he never could–so he got up. He cleaned his entire house. He watched a movie that he wasn’t paying attention to. He went for a run. He didn’t bother counting the miles, he just ran until he felt better; even though he never really did. When he was done showering, it was finally a socially acceptable hour to call someone.

Bradley’s thumb hovered over Pete’s phone number. Before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed harder than necessary on the screen and winced as the phone rang. After 3 rings Bradley’s tense shoulders deflated. Just before the call went to voicemail, it was picked up with haste. Shuffling could be heard on the other end of the line.

“Hi sweetie!” That’s not Maverick.

“Hey Penny…” he trailed off awkwardly. He was hardly prepared to have a conversation with his godfather, much less his godfather’s girlfriend.

“Mav is out in the hangar right now working on his plane,” Penny explained with a sarcastic air of ‘what else is new?’. There was more shuffling as Penny moved to hold the phone between her shoulder and ear. She had a splatter or two of pancake batter on her manicured hands. Pete would just have to suck it up when he saw the evidence on his phone later.

“I’m making breakfast right now, would you like to come over? I’ll make up a plate for you, hun,” Penny offered sweetly. She was so caught up in putting together her Sunday breakfast feast that she hardly realized she never asked Bradley why he called.

The younger man paused for a moment. He didn’t want to impose, but he really didn’t want to be alone right now.

Pete met Bradley at the front door with a fond smile. Bradley tried his best to return the smile but he wasn’t successful. His lips just looked like they were twisted in pain and there wasn’t much light in his eyes. Maverick’s brow furrowed. He wouldn’t push until the kid was ready to open up, and he had a feeling that wouldn’t be until after he had a plate full of Penny’s famous pancakes.

Amelia all but inhaled her breakfast before she twirled around the house like a mini tornado, grabbing her bag and keys and shouting ‘ThanksforbreakfastI’mgoingtothebeachwithsomefriendsloveyoubye!’ as the door slammed shut behind her. Maverick’s eyebrows raised and Penny just shook her head with a smile.

The older woman subtly watched Bradley clear his plate. She waited until he swallowed his last bite of food and washed it down with orange juice before she rested her soft hand over his white knuckle clenched fist on the table.

“What’s going on, Bradley?” she asked gently. She was careful–like he was a scared animal that might bolt in an instant. Pete leaned in, making sure he was within his godson’s line of sight too. Bradley couldn’t meet either of their eyes. He cleared his throat and was quiet for a moment.

He told them about the nightmare. About the cold sweat, and the cold sheets, and the cold bed, and the cold empty house. Mav’s heart broke. He was trying his best to do right by Goose; he’d just barely managed to repair his relationship with his godson, but he supposed there was only so much he could protect the younger aviator from.

Pete reached across to rest an arm on Bradley’s shoulder. He tensed then relaxed, but didn’t shake off Mav’s hand. Maybe that was a good sign. Penny’s gaze was sympathetic. Bradley rarely opened up to anyone, but he knew Penny was the person to go to when pity would make him nauseous.

“It might be helpful to get some company,” the older, wiser woman suggested and squeezed Bradley’s hand. His fist unclenched a bit. Pete had been mostly silent up until this point. He wasn’t good with emotions, that much was obvious to anyone who’d spent more than half an hour outside of work with the man.

“Company other than one night stands and the stray cats you swear you don’t feed,” Pete remarked. Rooster chuckled. It was the first genuinely positive reaction they’d seen from him this morning. The cats are lovely company, thank you very much, Bradley thought.

---

Bradley tried to get his shit together. He was mostly successful. He officially took in one of the stray cats. He brought him to the vet and made sure his vaccines were up to date and got the poor cat neutered. A cat tree tower took residence next to the backdoor Bradley left cat food out by.

He even tried his hand at gardening. He started a small vegetable garden and did a bit of landscaping. Two months ago he didn’t know which perennials were best suited for California weather, much less how to take care of them. Now he’d installed a carefully timed automatic sprinkler system and even built a tarp over part of the earthy plot to prevent too much sun exposure for some of the more delicate plants.

You have to love yourself before you can love someone else.

Bradley was convinced that phrase was absolute bullshit. Plenty of people were in happy relationships and still went through bouts of being miserable with themselves. Penny tsked Bradley’s pessimism at her bar top. She’d unofficially taken on the role of being his intermittent therapist.

“Bull shit or not, you need to work out some of your own issues before you start dating around,” she said pointedly. She was being pulled in the opposite direction by another bartender that needed her help when she shouted back to Bradley, “Don’t you dare download Tinder, mister!” The exclamation was far too loud for Bradley’s taste, especially when several heads suddenly whipped around to focus on him.

So work out his issues he did. 

He stopped throwing himself into work and ruthless workouts simply for the sake of avoiding his thoughts and being alone. He tried out sitting in silence with his thoughts in his lonely house. He hated it. But he got better at it over time. Goose the cat climbing across his lap and snuggling against his thigh made things better.

Companionship. Mav and Penny were right. He needed someone outside of work. Someone whose life didn’t center around the Navy or planes or beer.

---

y/n wasn’t who he ever imagined ending up with. She didn’t particularly care for the U.S. military-industrial complex. She wasn’t a beer girl and she wasn’t very good at driving. She was afraid of heights so she preferred not to fly when she traveled. Whenever she could drive instead of take a flight, she would—even though she’s admittedly a bad driver.

y/n loved Bradley’s cat. She was a cat and a dog person. She was also a bearded dragon person—something that Bradley did not expect to learn about anyone over the age of 20. Her eyes were filled with wonder when she first laid eyes on his thriving vegetable garden.

y/n was very outdoorsy. She loved nature and the beach, she dragged Bradley out of his cold house more times than he could count. The more time y/n spent at his house, the less cold it felt. She brought Bradley on hikes—he had no idea how many trails and reserves were within driving distance. Bradley always drove.

Their green thumbs linked well together. y/n introduced several cat-safe plants to the interior of Bradley’s home. Every once in a blue moon, the couple would spend time at y/n’s apartment. Her roommate was even less of a fan of the military-industrial complex and it showed. One morning Bradley woke up before y/n so he headed to her kitchen to make them breakfast. Her roommate, Allie, woke up early as well. A not-so-casual conversation ensued (read: scrutinizing questions) about Bradley being ‘“Property of Uncle Sam” over the sound of scrambled eggs sizzling. After that, Bradley suggested they spend more time at his house. It was roomier, he reasoned. y/n snorted. “You just don’t want Allie talking at you at the butt crack of dawn,” y/n corrected. Bradley nodded with tight lips.

Mav and Penny enthusiastically offered to help move y/n into Bradley’s home after the spunky y/h/c accepted his offer with a massive grin and a PG-13 kiss.

Now that Bradley woke up with y/n in his arms every morning, he wasn’t really eager to hop out of bed anymore. He was pretty sure the last time he habitually woke up later than 9 in the morning on weekends was when he was in high school.

---

y/n huffed and leaned back into Bradley’s warm embrace. The man was practically a space heater in bed, but he was her space heater.

She twisted around in his arms with a grin so that they were chest to chest. Bradley’s legs tensed when y/n’s cold feet assaulted his skin.

“We need to go feed Goose,” y/n reasoned, even though she knew full well that Bradley couldn’t be reasoned with when he was comfortable in bed. Comfortable and bed were two words that weren’t associated with each other for quite a long time for Bradley.

“He can starve for a bit,” he mumbled without opening his eyes. y/n gasped and swatted his arm. The corner of his lip twitched into a grin as he leaned forward to blindly press a kiss to y/n’s face. 

“You have morning breath, Brad,” she wrinkled her nose. He squinted one eye open and stuck his tongue out at y/n. She rolled her eyes but she too snuggled further into his warm embrace. 20 minutes or so passed by. y/n was falling in and out of almost asleep, and she was ready to get the day going.

She squirmed in Bradley’s arms again.

“Bradleyyy,” she groaned, feeling antsy. The aviator shook his head with a smile. For the first time all morning, he cracked his eyes open. The light streaming through the window highlighted the flecks of gold in his beautiful big brown eyes and y/n forgot what she was going to say.

“Shhh, five more minutes” he hushed softly and pressed a kiss to y/n’s nose, a content smile on his face.

“Give me a minute to hold my girl.”

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[that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick]

Summary: Winry sat in the optimal place to study in the school cafe for the entire fall semester. Then spring came, and suddenly some self-entitled twit who dressed like off-brand Gerard Way decided it was his territory. He was so not going to get off easy.

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.8k words of coffee shop/college AU with a side of enemies to almost-lovers

A/N: It's finals week, I posted this on Ao3 at almost 5am, and if the rest of the sentence didn't make it obvious, I'm writing from unfortunate experience. Not beta-ed or proofread, although I happened to see one thing to fix when I woke up this morning. Feel my raw power. Rawr.

It wasn't that big a deal.

It kind of really was, though.

Every Thursday morning during the fall semester, Winry sat in the same spot at the same school coffee shop. It was the spot sent by the entire patron pantheon of cram papers. Maybe one person didn't need an entire booth, but it was in the corner, and the tops of the bench seats had opaque plastic barriers that just so happened to be perfect for minimizing excess visual chaos. For the most part, there weren't loud conversations, and the jazz music that came through the speakers helped her tune out people ordering coffee. Add to that the fact that she could use campus flex dollars and not her own bank account that was begging for mercy, and it was the perfect spot to get papers done.

But apparently not this spring.

As soon as Winry walked in, she noticed him in the corner. Some emo wannabe guy on his computer. Probably on Reddit complaining about how women didn't appreciate the amazing pics he sent them on Tinder. Or at least, it was a fair guess based on the sour look on his face. Why did this guy of all people have to steal the holy grail spot? Ugh. She was still gonna get her coffee, darn it.

"You know the deal, Sciezska. Medium roast with a shot of espresso and vanilla creamer."

"On it! You paying in flex?"

"Yeah." She scanned her student ID and lowered her voice. "Who's off-brand Gerard Way in the corner?"

"Who's Ger—"

"The punk kid."

"Ohhh. I can try to get his number for you, if you want."

"No, he looks like a total tool! And not the kind I like dealing with!"

"Which means you think he's hot. I didn't think you were into that type, but you're not wrong."

"For the last time, no, Sciezska! He took my spot! And I'm trying very, very hard to keep this to a stage whisper, but if you keep trying to set me up with some random creep, I won't be able to!"

A distinctly male voice grumbled, "I'm not a creep."

"Keep telling that to the girls on Tinder. I'm sure they'll understand eventually."

"Yeah, and I'll bet if you look at your 'Live, Laugh, Love' sign a little more, you'll understand it eventually." He mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that, Mr. Nice Guy?"

"Lay off, it's eight in the morning. I said the only reason I even have a Tinder account is because my roommate stole my phone while I was going to the bathroom."

"Well, if you didn't want it, why didn't you delete it?"

"Eh, I figured if I really got sick of being single one day, it'd already be there."

"Never would have guessed you were single," Winry said dryly.

"Come on, it's way too early to be rubbing that kind of crap in. Who says I'm not fine with being single anyway?"

Sciezska timidly spoke up. "Medium roast with espresso and vanilla creamer?"

Winry thanked her as red jacket boy continued. "'Edward Elric, Bachelor.' Almost sounds as good as 'Edward Elric, Bachelor of Science.'"

"B.S. degree. Sounds about right."

"About time you stopped acting like I'm an idiot!"

Winry snorted. "That's not what I meant."

"Hey!"

"And with that, I'm going to go find some other spot to write my paper."

Edward, as his name apparently was, scoffed and mumbled something that sounded like "good riddance". Maybe the librarians wouldn't get on her case too much for bringing in coffee.

-----

A week later, Winry walked into the cafe, assuming the circumstances of the previous week were an anomaly. They were not.

"Medium roast with a shot of espresso and vanilla creamer," she grumbled and sulked in the direction of the corner seat.

"Hey, don't start with me again, blondie. I've had a whopping four hours of sleep and I can't promise you'll like what comes out of my mouth."

"We're at a coffee shop. Get some coffee. I can't help it if you're too hung over to be polite."

"Now look, genius. I did not stay up until 4 A.M. working on a stupid chem paper for that sadistic pyromaniac excuse for a professor just for some random chick to accuse me of being hung over."

"Oh."

"Yeah. And for your information, coffee doesn't really help me wake up. It just helps me focus on homework." He lifted up his empty cup and gave it a shake.

"That's the weirdest thing I've ever heard."

"ADHD is a weird thing, and yet, here I am."

"Huh, interesting."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to pick up where I left off with the same stupid ten page paper I started last night."

"Oh right. Sure," Winry stammered. "Listen, I'm really sorry I just assumed things about you. It was wrong of me, and I'd like to make it up to you, if that's okay."

Edward eyed her suspiciously. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well...I could look over your paper once you're done writing it? I've got a paper of my own to write while I'm waiting, and I can sit right across the table here so you don't have to come get me. I won't try to talk to you or anything. Neither of us need that kind of distraction."

"Alright, alright. Get your coffee and sit down. The girl at the counter's been up there waiting for a good minute or two while you've been at confessional over here."

"Wait, she has?" Winry's eyes widened, and Edward laughed at her expense. He was kind of attractive when he wasn't scowling...wait what? She pouted and got up to retrieve her coffee. When Winry returned, she plopped down on the bench opposite Edward and opened her laptop. Peeking out from behind it, she added, "By the way, I'm Winry. I figured you ought to at least know the name of the person who's proofreading your paper."

"Well, Winry, you're the one who volunteered." The corners of his mouth twitched upward. The two worked on their assignments in silence, occasionally speaking up when necessary.

-----

Edward was in the corner again the next week as well.

"Hey, Edward! Mind if I join you for homework again?"

"Normally, I'd say no, but you didn't bother me too much last week, so you might as well." He turned away slightly.

"Great! Have you gotten your coffee yet? I didn't see a cup, and you got something the last two times."

"Eh, I haven't been here long. If you're going up and getting yours, would you mind ordering a caramel macchiato for me?" He asked, sliding his ID across the table.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll be back in a sec."

She returned and slipped his ID back before pulling out her computer. "Do you have anything for me to look over this time?"

"Not this week. But if you have anything you need looked over, I can do that, too."

"Actually, I do, if you wouldn't mind."

"Winry, I just volunteered. Just send the paper to my school email. Mine's 'elricedwa'," he instructed as he proceeded to spell it.

"Medium roast and a caramel macchiato?" Sciezska called out.

"Coming!" Winry replied and turned to Edward. "I just sent it, so you should be able to start while I'm getting our stuff." Eyes glued to his laptop, Edward gave a thumbs up.

Once she returned with their drinks, Winry sat down and wordlessly set Edward's drink next to him.

"Thanks," he muttered distantly. His lips mirrored the words he was reading. Though his lips weren't plump by any stretch of the imagination, they were shapely. His steely concentration made the air leave Winry's lungs. To top it all off, the first rays of sunlight came through the window just right, hitting Edward's hair in a way that made it positively glow.

What was she thinking? Those were only the sorts of things people thought when they had a crush. She'd only had two positive interactions with him, including this one. ...well, maybe it was a crush. She could certainly do worse than someone with a questionable fashion sense. After all, he worked hard, and he got good grades, if the quality of his writing was any indication. Okay, fine. He was also drop dead gorgeous, if you could see past his clothing choices. Yeah, she had a crush.

"Did you hear anything I just said?"

"...no."

"Figures. I finished reading your paper. It's not bad, I just left a few suggestions for sentence structure. Now I am going to enjoy my caramel macchiato." He took off the lid and breathed in the steam with his eyes closed, nearly drooping into the cup in content. When he opened his eyes slowly, Winry was awestruck by the similarity between the color of his eyes and his drink.

"What?" Edward furrowed his eyebrows.

"Nothing. I didn't say anything. At all. Nope."

"Okay." He shrugged. She reopened the document and went through his suggested edits. Gnawing her lip in concentration, she leaned forward a bit to settle in and tackle the editing.

"...hey, uh, Winry?" Edward gulped. "Are you going to drink your coffee?"

"Oh! Yeah, I almost forgot. Thanks, Edward!" she smiled.

"No–no problem. And you can call me Ed, you know. Most people do. Except for that excuse for a professor that calls me pipsqueak. Can you believe he's my advisor? I mean, come on, I'm a grown man. I'm not that short."

Winry made a poor attempt at containing her laughter. "Okay then, Ed. Prove it. Stand up."

"Fine." He slid out of the booth and stood. Winry followed suit and appraised their respective heights.

"Well, I'd hardly call you tall, but you're at least taller than me by a few inches, for whatever that's worth."

Edward grinned as if he had won some sort of prize. "Time for shorties to sit down now!"

"Watch it now. You're not too far from that label yourself, mister."

They both returned to their positions in the booth and worked steadily for the next hour. At the end of that time, Winry closed her laptop. "Ed, are you okay? You seem distracted."

"ADHD. I'm always distracted," he dismissed.

"No, like, are you sick or something? You did get more than four hours of sleep this time, right?"

"No comment." Ed's mouth twitched. He mumbled barely loud enough to hear, "Wouldn't have mattered anyway."

"Are you sure? If you're not feeling well, I can drive you over to the health center."

"N-no. That's not it." He exhaled, then slid a napkin across the table. His hands trembled slightly. "Anyway, here's my number. In case you need me to look over a paper. Or whatever. I've got a class soon."

Winry blushed, but tucked the napkin in her laptop. "Thanks, Ed. See you next week?"

"Yeah. Next week."

-----

Winry: This goes with your major, right?

Edward: Blocked

#fma #fma fanfic #503 day #when i wrote it it was probably still 503 day somewhere #edwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #fma sciezska #fma sheska #my writing #my fic #coffee shop au #college au

[a4addicted2kpop]

EXO Scenario College AU!: How You Meet Them.

Suho

It was orientation week. You were so excited to be able to be at _college of your choice_. You joined a tour group and you waited for the tour guide to arrive. You started talking to the girl next to you. You guys got so carried away that you didnt notice the tour guide arrived. "Uhm,hello everyone,sorry I'm late,I'm Junmyeon,I'll be your tour guide for today. Before we start let's get to know each other, I'm a senior and I'm majoring in Architecture." Before you new it,it was your turn to introduce yourself ,you were zoned out so you didn't notice everyone looking at you until you heard Junmyeon clear his throat. "Oh,sorry, I'm Y/N and I'm majoring in _major of your choice-" "Nice,to meet you Y/N,okay guys lets get on with the tour", Junmyeon said ,with a smile and a small wink that you couldn't believe was meant for you.

Xiumin

It was your first day and you over slept. "Late on your first day well done Y/N" you said sarcastically to yourself. You checked your phone and saw that you only had 7 minutes until your first class. You hopped into the shower and got dressed so quickly. After just managing to lock your door you sped all the way to your class,only to realise you forgot not only your textbook but your whole bag. "Well done Y/N,you're just on a roll today." You said out loud. You heard a small chuckle behind you. As you quickly turned on your heal to see who that chuckle belonged too,you were met with the most captivating brown eyes. "Sorry for laughing but I couldn't help myself,I'm Minseok" Maybe today wasn't going to be such a bad day after all.

Chen

You were studying musical arts. As an assignment your professor asked everyone to pick a partner .This assignment consisted of writing and producing a love song. You had a few friends in your class however as fate would have it,they all paired up together leaving you all alone. You were left all alone. As you looked around you say every one had a partner. As you were about to tell your professor,you felt a timid hand on your shoudler. "Hi,I'm Jongdae,you can be my partner."

On a side note,i am sooooooo happy for him😊 and i wish his wife and little bundle of joy nothing but love.

Baekhyun

You don't know why you were here. You should be in your dorm room studying for your exam for next week. But here you were, in some random frat party that your roomate dragged you to. You tried looking for her to let her know you wanted to leave,but she was M.I.A. You started to get kinda worried until you got a phone call from her saying she left with some boy she met. Wow,was all you could think. As you stood up to leave you bumped into some frat boy that looked like he had a few to many. "I'm so sorry i didnt mean to bump into you." "Gkkkgkgkkkkk." You couldn't understand any of his drunken gibberish so you decided to walk away when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. You tried to get him to let go but somehow his grip was too strong. You looked at him with fear. "Babe,there you are, I've been looking for you everywhere," followed by a kiss on your head. As you were about to give the random man a look,the drunken one walked away. With a sigh of relief your thank you was interupted..."don't worry,I'm Baekhyun,and you are?"

Chanyeol

You went to your friend, Baekhyuns, volleyball match. You two were pretty close so you came to support him and maybe grab a bite afterwards. You never really went out of your way to watch one of your schools sport teams play,but your friend was playing and you wanted to support him. You watched as his team walked out one by one,you cheered for each of them,you cheered especially loud when Baekhyun walked out. When his gaze caught yours you guys couldn't help but share a silly wink. After Baekhyun walked out the tallest boy you've ever seen. He was really good,just like the rest of the team. Your schools team ended up winning. You waited for the boys to shower before you went to hug and congratulate Baekhyun. "Well done,im so proud." "Thanks Y/N,wanna grab something to eat?" "Sure." As the two of you were walking out,Baekyun walked away to say bye to his team. Eventually,you saw him walk back to you with the tall boy you saw earlier. "Uhm Y/N,I hope you dont mind,but i invited Chanyeol to come with us,im sure the two of you will get along." "Yeah,"you said with a shy smile.

Kai

Ever since you were little,you would always dance as a way to relieve your stress or wind down. That's why you were beyond excited when you found out your college had a dance room. You would go there every day after classes. Today however,you were stumped with work,and you ended up going to the dancing room much later than you usually would. It's pretty small so you're usually the only one there and since it was an ungodly hour of the night you expected to still be alone there. As you walked in with your earphones in,you didnt notice the light was already on,never mind the other person slowly dancing in the center of the room. The other person was so engrossed in his dance that he didn't notice you either. He only noticed yoh when you let out a small scream of fright when you saw him. He slipped and you felt really bad as you ran towards him to check if he was okay. "Im so sorry i didnt notice you were here"

"I thought i was the only one who came out here this late"

"I didn't have time to come earlier"

"Oh"

"Yeah,I'm Y/N by the way"

"Hey,I'm Jongin"

Sehun

It was Monday morning,8.a.m.

Way way way to early,especially after the terrible weekend you had. Today had already started off with a headache and 4 new assignments due and a test later on. To make matters worse,you couldn't concentrate becuase of the 3 boys sitting behind you obnoxiously snickering about who knows what girl. You tried to ignore them,but as your headache only got worse,you couldn't help turning around and snapping and the trio.

"Just shut up already,some of us are trying to actually pass and get a job,not just spend their day sleeping around."

You couldnt help feel guilty as soon as it left your mouth. You flinched as you turned to face the front.

You soon heard whispers behind you comming from the three boys and you felt even more guilty,as you were about to turn around you felt one of them tap your shoulder. You summoned up your best serious face and you turned to face him,your serious facade leaving as soon as you saw his apologetic smile.

"Hey ,we're really sorry about making noise,we were just discussing some thing funny that happened this weekend."

"It's okay"

"Okay oh and I'm Sehun"

D.O.

It was 3.a.m. But you could of sworn it was 1.a.m. 20 minutes ago. You've been in the library for the past 8 hours trying to study,but failing miserably. Nothing was making sense. You really needed to past this test in order to pass this semester and you were really trying,but you couldn't understand any of it. All of a sudden you burst out crying,not knowing if it was from stress,exhuastion,frustration or all three. You looked around to see if anyone else was around,but who would be around at this hour. You lowered your head and let the sobs rack through your body. Your cries were so loud you didn't hear the chair next to you being pulled out or someone taking your textbook. After a few moments you felt someone shake you,you looked up and were met with concerned eyes and a kind smile. "Dont worry,i struggled with this last year,I can help you though,I'm Kyungsoo."

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dispatches from an ideal future

1. introduction

a show i'm doing is about trains. to really be prepared for the process, i took trains home from princeton. i wrote along the way. that's a joke justification, but it's a good a place as any. it's the night of the 22nd, and i'm in the midst of patting out a couple of things before i enter ~winter break mode~ (it's like regular mode, but i'm at home and it's cold [contrasted with when i'm home and it's hot]). there are things that i am excited for - a reopened coffee shop, a new bagel shop, the chance to relax. but i'll keep those to myself for now, and for all time away from this particular medium. i trust you read enough about me anyways. besides, there's work to be done. 1, 2, 3 is the recommended order, but 1, 3, 2 could also work. up to you.

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2. the writings in question lightly edited and reformatted for clarity and legibility, but not too much. it's a google doc, so feel free to read along with others, or download a pdf to enjoy in the comfort of your own screen.

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3. conclusion

this part i intend to be the second falsehood, the irony of course being in that i have written this first. it is the exceedingly early hours of december 18th, and i find myself struggling to fall asleep. my schedule has been a bit out of wack lately, though part of me is expecting that even further erratic choices of sleep from finishing this semester and/or the long train ride/s, but about 90% of that same part is dreaming that it'll cross the threshold into a normal schedule (well-adjusted, even!) i trust that i'll slumber when i need to, despite needed benefits associated with me sleeping at least 3 hours earlier, but a few moments ago i was struck by a particular reflection on the present state of affairs.

i've been telling people passively that the new schedule (we switched from finals after winter break to before, like the vast majority of the country) is not really compatible with expectations for course load and structures at this university, and that what will be much longer term issues with mental health at this school might be dismissed as pandemic circumstance. i do think this is true, but i also think i've not really considered the reverse in this context well, that being the relatively obvious that pandemic circumstance will lead to longer term issues with mental health.

...at least, it feels obvious, right? i'm sure there are people more qualified than me who might be able to speak to the way i suspect i'm feeling. but it's only a suspicion, i don't really have the language to hazard a guess to how this all might be affecting what i'm feeling, but it's hard for me to even say how i feel about it all, much less the language to describe how it affects the psyche of a society at large. it's been a barrage of turning points such that i can no longer tell which way we are going. so i guess it's a bit bold to say that anything is obvious, clear, shared, certain.

regardless. i'm sure there will always be more to say about those in more specifics once we're a little further removed from it; optimistically i assume that i'll be speculating with peers about what led to a future current situation at some point, all of us trying to describe to each other what we already believe, turning thought into history. but the thought which kept me up, which i felt the need to scramble down before fighting my way into an unconscious state:

while it was not before, the fall schedule is now very much like the spring semester always has been. save the additional 3 days of break, they are now both 6 weeks classes, 1 week break, then 6 weeks classes straight through to finals. i imagine nostalgia colors the one experience i'd had with an untouched spring, but i cannot remember it being this bad, feeling this awful at points all the way through. my modest proposal about what's changed, besides everything you would think of, is that these past 4 semesters (christ!) have lacked any sense of a singular, satisfying conclusion. i think in the old fall schedule, a last day of classes was a common time where all could expect festivities to make sense - people come back for finals and, sure they can take time off and leave early then, but the celebration before the winter pause? unbridled! and spring, you go straight through and that's tough and all, what's on the other side? reunions! my god, the conclusion of conclusion, the mythological beast thrown at people since their first tour of this patch of stolen earth.

in place of those, it's a slow fizzle. the sight of the lack of sight, of peers just suddenly having left and gradually being left more and more alone, one-by-one until it is indeed my turn to go. it happened during the End Times, it happened last spring, and it's happened now. the utter lack of ceremony or full chance for farewells. i've found myself during all of these times trying to stay behind as long as possible, perhaps to maximize the chance for the spontaneous encounter, the 'take care's or 'have a nice break's. i think i always find myself regretting not saying more in encounters, but especially on departure. maybe i stick around longer to practice saying goodbye, i guess i've never really done so. how depressing.