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clove-pinks · 22 hours
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Promenade du Matin, by Paul Gavarni c. 1830s.
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rosesutherlandwrites · 4 months
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Fun fact: My novel takes place over the winter of 1832-33. Yes, this painfully specific timing is because of my Les Mis obsession. Yes, I do make an excuse to describe a dress that has Those Sleeves, in detail. No, I feel absolutely zero remorse for either of these things. Happy Eighteen-Thirties Thursday.
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dreaming-medium · 5 months
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Animals Without Direction Masterlist
Ao3 Link - Latest Update (March 4) - Chapter Thirty-Three
⚔️ Updates every Thursday ⚔️ Character Descriptions World Map ot8 x reader Stray Kids Fantasy!AU 18+ MDNI Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Swordfighting, Magic, Eventual Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Romance, Adventure, Fighting, High Fantast, Slow Burn, Extremely Slow Burn, Plot Heavy
Summary:
“No.” Your voice was stern, your eyes didn’t even look up from the plate in front of you. A healthy helping of roasted potatoes being pushed around by the metal fork in your hand.
“I am offering you a hefty sum of gold,” the man’s voice pleaded with you.
“I am well aware of the amount you offer, but you must think me mad to go anywhere near Miroh.”
“Thrice the amount, then.”
You paused.
Swallowing your mouthful of food, you placed your fork back on the table; tonguing your cheek and shifting on your seat.
Individually, you cracked each knuckle on both hands, your mind reeling.
“Explain the job to me once more.”
Chapter One - Thrice The Amount Chapter Two - Stained Glass Window Chapter Three - Red and Gold Throw Pillows Chapter Four - Sword Sparks Chapter Five - Careful, Merchant Chapter Six - Aye, My Lord Chapter Seven - Decree Chapter Eight - Twenty Laps Chapter Nine - Clear Your Plate Chapter Ten - By First Light Chapter Eleven - Permitted to Die Chapter Twelve - Rest Chapter Thirteen - Jump Chapter Fourteen - Quite Certain Chapter Fifteen - Serendipitously Chapter Sixteen - Make it in Three Chapter Seventeen - Hang in There Chapter Eighteen - Sunshine in the Night Chapter Nineteen - Dance Lessons Chapter Twenty - While Dancing Chapter Twenty One - Mend Chapter Twenty Two - Of Course Chapter Twenty Three - Tea With Sugar Chapter Twenty Four - Dagger Chapter Twenty Five - The Gracious Host Chapter Twenty Six - The Dove Waltz Chapter Twenty Seven - Imported Cigars Chapter Twenty Eight - Use Chapter Twenty-Nine - Between Two Walls Chapter Thirty - Missed You Chapter Thirty-One - Bonfire Chapter Thirty-Two - Music of the World Chapter Thirty-Three - Stay Here
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bro-atz · 2 months
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Irresistible
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Gyuri seriously hates the CMO of her company, and the feeling seems to be mutual until one night after a company dinner, she gets involved with him in a way that she never in her wildest dream fathomed would ever happen.
San is the bane of her existence in every way possible— yet, he's irresistible.
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pair: cmo!san/employee!oc
word count: 75k
content: smut, corporation!au, enemies to lovers, forbidden love
author's note: yes i know gyuri is the same oc as 1024ub but cut me some slack it's hard coming up with new names/characters why do you think i write ffs LMAO
network: @cromernet
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT nsfw chapters in red
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chapter one: why do you hate each other so much?
chapter two: smoking causes cancer
chapter three: who was it?
chapter four: let's pretend nothing happened
chapter five: rolling thunder hear my yelps
chapter six: how did i end up here?
chapter seven: why did you get out of his car?
chapter eight: a fucking nightmare
chapter nine: happy?
chapter ten: we need to stop waking up like this
chapter eleven: chain smoking
chapter twelve: there's no such thing as dibs
chapter thirteen: let's get the story straight
chapter fourteen: production problems
chapter fifteen: going with the flow
chapter sixteen: a really nice fucking dinner
chapter seventeen: bosses and bruises
chapter eighteen: and burns
chapter nineteen: this isn't just bad luck anymore, is it?
chapter twenty: white lily
chapter twenty-one: if that's what you want
chapter twenty-two: i really can't stay away anymore
chapter twenty-three: this... is love...
chapter twenty-four: the betrayal!
chapter twenty-five: i'm sorry...
chapter twenty-six: on the down low
chapter twenty-seven: this is why we can't have nice things
chapter twenty-eight: good riddance
chapter twenty-nine: bad and guilty
chapter thirty: how did you not know?
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first chapter will be dropped march 1st chapters will be posted every thursday at 18:00 EST
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wisteria-cherry · 9 months
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i only look at victory!
katsuki bakugo masterlist
•coffee shop au! pro hero au! bakugo x reader (in progress) (updates thursdays)
[week one]
-day one!
-day two!
-day three!
-day four!
-day five!
-day six!
-day seven!
[week two]
-day eight!(part one!)
-day eight!(part two!)
-day nine!
-day ten!
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-day twelve!
-day thirteen!
-day fourteen!
[week three]
-day fifteen!
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[week four]
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[week five]
-day twenty-nine!
-day thirty!
-day thirty-one!
-day thirty-two!
-day thirty-three!
-day thirty-four!
-day thirty-five!
[week six]
-day thirty-six!(part one!)
•katsuki’s pov (bonus)
-day thirty-six!(part two!)
-day thirty-seven!(part one!)
-day thirty-seven!(part two!)
-day thirty-eight!
-day thirty-nine!(epilogue) -day forty
•sparring blindfolded | bakugo x self insert (completed)
-part one
-part two
•he held her | pro hero! dad! bakugo x reader (completed)
•dynamight | drabble |villain! bakugo x hero! reader (completed)
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caitlynscat · 8 months
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Detective Wenclair AU 2
Enid narrating out loud:
Thursday, October 31st. The city streets are crowded for the holiday. Even with the rain. Hidden in the chaos is the element, waiting to strike like snakes. And I'm there too. Watching.
Yoko: Enid, isn’t that from a Batman movie?
Enid: *eats more of her cigarette candies* What can I say? Being a detective for thirty years really changes you as a person.
Wednesday: Enid, you’re eighteen.
Enid: *spits out her candy* I’m getting too old for this.
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cleolinda · 9 months
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When I was a child in the '80s, I absorbed some kind of cultural truism that disco was ridiculous, embarrassing, cheesy, a cultural relic to be mocked at every turn. Remember, I'm under ten years old at this time, and I still manage to get this impression. There was another, milder sea change when grunge overtook the hair metal of the late '80s, so I never questioned the idea that disco should be dead and buried. We like silly things, I thought in my 13-year-old wisdom, and then we get over it.
Then I saw The Last Days of Disco (1998) while I was in college, and suddenly I realized that disco was fun, and it was like—it was in the roots of—music I already loved. And the end of that movie also—hints? tells you? I can't remember how explicitly—that disco didn't just fade like most trends; it was killed off.
I watched a lot of VH1 in those days, the late '90s, with a little TV sitting on my tall university-issue dresser, its corner overlooking my computer desk while I struggled with piles of assignments. This was the heyday of Behind the Music, so it was great background TV. And then one day (1999) they ran a Donna Summer—the "Queen of Disco"—concert special. The video up there is the song that immediately became my favorite of hers. It’s just instant serotonin to me, any version of it. I bought the whole VH1 album on CD, and "This Time I Know It's For Real" may genuinely be one of my all-time favorite songs, now, still, more than 20 years later. You can hear the original version (1989) here (the backing instrumental that I just found today is lovely), but the live version ten years later, the video up there, has a really special comeback—joyous, gracious survival—energy to it.
Watching the whole concert, I got it. Why the fuck did I ever think disco wasn't amazing? It was always the kind of thing I loved; we had all just been pretending that it was embarrassing glitter trash.
And then I found out why we were pretending. From densely-footnoted Wikipedia:
Disco Demolition Night was a Major League Baseball (MLB) promotion on Thursday, July 12, 1979, at Comiskey Park in Chicago, Illinois, that ended in a riot. At the climax of the event, a crate filled with disco records was blown up on the field between games of the twi-night doubleheader between the Chicago White Sox and the Detroit Tigers. Many had come to see the explosion rather than the games and rushed onto the field after the detonation. The playing field was so damaged by the explosion and by the rioters that the White Sox were required to forfeit the second game to the Tigers. [...] The popularity of disco declined significantly in late 1979 and 1980. Many disco artists carried on, but record companies began labeling their recordings as dance music. [...] Rolling Stone critic Dave Marsh described Disco Demolition Night as "your most paranoid fantasy about where the ethnic cleansing of the rock radio could ultimately lead". Marsh was one who, at the time, deemed the event an expression of bigotry, writing in a year-end 1979 feature that "white males, eighteen to thirty-four are the most likely to see disco as the product of homosexuals, blacks, and Latins, and therefore they're the most likely to respond to appeals to wipe out such threats to their security. It goes almost without saying that such appeals are racist and sexist, but broadcasting has never been an especially civil-libertarian medium." Nile Rodgers, producer and guitarist for the disco-era band Chic,
(who survived the disco era to make half the music I loved in the '80s)
likened the event to Nazi book burning. Gloria Gaynor, who had a huge disco hit with "I Will Survive," stated, "I've always believed it was an economic decision—an idea created by someone whose economic bottom line was being adversely affected by the popularity of disco music. So they got a mob mentality going."
The DJ who ran the whole thing, Steve Dahl, complains that it was VH1 itself—you know, those Behind the Music specials I was watching—circa 1996 that labeled the whole debacle as bigotry when it so totally was not, you guys, and he is so tired of defending himself. But I'm gonna tell you, Steve, I don't really care. Maybe Disco Demolition Night was your fault; maybe you were just a part of something so much bigger and uglier that you couldn't see the whole size of it. Can you draw a direct line from the weird bigoted vitriol directed at those dance records to Ronald Reagan, elected the very next year, not giving a single fuck about the AIDS crisis? You probably don't want to, but I will.
And I don't care because I can look around the U.S. right now and tell you, nearly 45 years later, people are trying to demolish a lot more than disco. The Club Q shooter was sentenced to life in prison just a few hours ago. It's Pride Month, and we're all sitting here holding our breaths. That's a terrible way to end a post about a beautiful happy song I love, I guess, unless you turn it around and say, that should have been the whole point of this post in the first place. Listen to this song and think, people wanted to destroy this music, this sound, this joy for some reason. They want to stop people from just living their lives, from dancing. And yet, disco is still here. It was there in 1979, and it was there when Donna Summer released this song in 1989, and it was there when she returned in 1999. The Queen of Disco passed away in 2012, and it's still here. I feel a lot of joy when I listen to this song, but I don't think I'd ever thought about it being the joy of grooving with something just because it’s beautiful, the joy of just being here, still.
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voidvannie · 3 months
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𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 — 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒖
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─── ・ 。゚☆: 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬🤍🕊️
─── ・ 。゚☆ 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘊𝘚 !
NAME. Isabella Marie Hughes
AGE. 21
BIRTHDAY. May 24, 2002
BIRTHPLACE. Manchester, New Hampshire
FACE CLAIM. Siena Mirabella
LOVE INTEREST. Jamie Drysdale
─── ・ 。゚☆ 𝘍𝘜𝘕 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘚!
she was born may twenty-fourth, two-thousand two, which makes her three years younger than quinn, one year younger than jack and a year older than luke.
after having quinn and jack, ellen wanted to try for a little girl (which she got) with the compromise from jim of them having one more boy (both of which they got)
ellen and jim originally wanted to name her anika, but one quinn looked at her for the first time, he said that she was pretty like belle the princess so they changed her name to isabelle.
besides her brothers, she's close friends with trevor and cole (she's closer to trevor)
she went to the university of michigan before moving to los angeles, california where she took up social media and youtube.
she posted her first youtube video may thirtieth, two-thousand 2018, giving a tour of her apartment.
she dated grayson dolan in march of two-thousand eighteen before breaking up in february two-thousand nineteen.
trevor catches jamie watching some of her vlogs and decides to invite the hughes girl to one of their games just to get a rise out of jamie, who is oblivious at first to her being the sister of jack, luke, and quinn.
jamie takes her out to dinner, which turns into almost every weekend when neither is busy.
she instantly tells her parents about her and jamie.
she tells quinn, luke and jack about her relationship two months later in a youtube video titled, “telling my brothers about my boyfriend during a game of who knows me better, sibling addition.
jamie’s parents love isabelle, ellen and jim love jamie.
ellen and Isabella have a day planned where the have a girls day to just catch up and gossip since isabelle lives in california and her parents live in michigan.
jim also plans a day with his daughter to take her out to lunch and just to catch up with his only daughter.
each hughes member had their own day to spend with isabelle but they space it out.
ellen get monday, quinn had tuesday, jim gets a wednesday, jack has thursday and luke gets a friday.
since isabelle and jamie started dating, the two would take turns on whose house they stay at when they get to that point in their relationship.
sometimes they stay at her apartment in los angeles or they stay thirty minutes away at his place he shares with trevor in anaheim.
will add more as series continues.
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:💭 ( feel free to send any request of anything that you guys want to see in this series, and the series yet to come. I absolutely would love to make some of your ideas come to life! )
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noonaishere · 5 months
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Music of the Heart [Jeong Yunho] - Masterlist
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By: noonaishere (main blog: symphonyofmars)
Fic type: social media au / traditional
Pairing: Yunho x fem!reader
Genre: music industry setting, musician/producer, enemies to lovers, mutual pining, running from the past
Warnings: overbearing parents, verbal abuse, sexual harassment
Status: Currently updating
Updates: Thursdays and Fridays at 12pm EST
Synchronously posted with Online/Offline (any asterisked (*) chapters means they’re shared between both fics)
[intro post explaining y/n and t/n]
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SYNOPSIS:
T/n has always loved music, though her experience of it wasn’t always the greatest. Forced by her parents to learn the violin - almost purely to climb the socio-economic ladder - she’s since forged her own path. She auditions at Wonderland Entertainment and becomes one of their studio musicians, but how will she deal with seeing her ex-best friend who also happens to be contracted under the company?
Also, how does t/n’s existence connect to y/n, someone she’s never met?
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🎵 main cast
Chapters:
🎵 Prologue | a long time ago… in a town far, far away…
🎵 one | “local celebrity”
🎵 two | mahler
🎵 three | emperor nero
🎵 four | come meet the kids
🎵 five | duck and cover
🎵 six | his feefees were a little hurt
🎵 seven | homework
🎵 eight | give her my number
🎵 nine | canard et couverture parte deux
🎵 ten | a date?
🎵 eleven | the fight scene at the end of the count of monte cristo
🎵 twelve | we never talk
🎵 thirteen | youtube recommendations
🎵 fourteen | calendar man
🎵 fifteen | a ✨godsend✨
🎵 sixteen | no ducking nor covering
🎵 seventeen | he’s got pipes
🎵 eighteen | thinking about hats
🎵 nineteen | it is still apples
🎵 twenty | i know exactly who you are
🎵 twenty-one | busking
🎵 twenty-two | he got an audition or something
🎵 twenty-three | best friend
🎵 twenty-four | garage band
🎵 twenty-five | it’ll be worth it
🎵 twenty-six | more like “drone strike parenting”
🎵 twenty-seven | interrogation
🎵 twenty-eight | it’s over
🎵 twenty-nine | more like constipated
🎵 thirty | maybe
🎵 thirty-one | JUPiTER
🎵 thirty-two | no horses in space
🎵 thirty-three | Crom3r
🎵 thirty-four | punk rock
🎵 thirty-five | what a feeling
🎵 thirty-six | do we need a hot air balloon?
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enlogs · 2 years
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RADIO ROMANCE. 🎧 sunghoon sns au
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synopsis: you would be lying if you said you didn't feel anything for your best friend sunghoon. he's well-spoken, amazing with kids, knows how to figure skate, and good at literally everything.. well, except maybe realizing that you have feelings for him. maybe that's why he can only sit there and turn red when an anonymous voice shows him affections via the campus radio's confession hotline.
pairing: university student/radio dj! park sunghoon x female best friend! reader
genre: college au, best friends to lovers
warnings: pls ignore time stamps! 😄 cursing, ooc moments, some inappropriate jokes, euphemisms for deleting your own existence, some minor formatting issues as i'm doing this all on mobile ;;
started: june 19, 2022 | ended: -
updates: every tuesday, thursday, saturday at 7:35pm (ISH) est *REGARDING UPDATES AS OF 8/17/22*
tag list [open, send an ask/comment to be added!]: enhacolor, msxflower, enhasolace, sungookie, hobistigma, 09yyeol, cyuuupid, titsout4gojo, dearhee, bubblytaetae, cursedcursives, beans-and-jeanes, thisisnotjacinta, sim-kissed, yoonights, vantxx95, viagumi, jiawji, firstjake, seosracha, nattisbored, solxrssun, valentineyun0, notdrunkbutdazed, enhasengene, bigtoewinwin, soobins-gf, yunki4evr, iloveoceaneyes, precioussoulofmine, tobiosbbyghorl, nomniki, wonzone, yenqa
PROFILES: team en- radio / sunwonki fanclub
ONE - hot senior spotting 🚨
TWO - what does this mean
THREE - surprises
FOUR - no context, just vibes
FIVE - what's enhypen
SIX - nunya business
SEVEN - me and the bestie (/r)
EIGHT - toilet thoughts
NINE - 24 days of free therapy
TEN - never been better
ELEVEN - no song without you
TWELVE - daily drama
THIRTEEN - me and who
FOURTEEN - trajectory of yn's life
FIFTEEN - mind of a mastermind
SIXTEEN - student center tease
SEVENTEEN - (read 3:29 pm)
EIGHTEEN - ynhoon? delete ❤️
NINETEEN - emo on main
TWENTY - cups of the rosé
TWENTY ONE - you betrayed me
TWENTY TWO - romcom gone wrong
TWENTY THREE - #comehome
TWENTY FOUR - nature is healing
TWENTY FIVE - mona lisa
TWENTY SIX - sorry wrong person!!😅
TWENTY SEVEN - truly a pickle
TWENTY EIGHT -
TWENTY NINE -
THIRTY -
more chaps to be added along the way :) titles r tentative !!!
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daily-rayless · 6 months
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Red comes to Cloudbank at eighteen, and there spends the last nine years of her life. 
Chapter Thirty Nine: Sybil smiles a little. "I'm in love with you."
Updates Thursdays
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clove-pinks · 17 hours
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Étude du matin by Paul Gavarni, March 9, 1839.
Still in the 1830s, although these two young men are spiritually in the 1840s already with the long hair and questionable facial hair decisions. One smokes a trendy chibouk pipe and shows a great view of straps on his trousers.
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Unplanned pregnancy the second time the sleep together.
Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T
When they reconcile after Carnegie Hall, she decides she wants to take things slow.
Part of her was afraid that Lenny would bolt. The man used to be married to a stripper and had a not-totally-monogamous relationship. But when she brought it up, he just nodded slowly and said, "Okay."
It's how she knows he loves her.
He tells her that fact a few weeks later, when they're alone in his apartment, making out like horny teenagers on the couch, and she smiles, whispering, "I love you, too," before kissing him again.
After that...how is she not supposed to sleep with him?
She's sitting in her own apartment, making notes in her comedy notebook when she realizes it. She's three days late. And unlike Midge herself, her period is never late. Twenty-eight days like clockwork for the last eighteen years, and this month she's fucking late.
And if feels like she's being punished. She's being punished for having sex and enjoying it, and doesn't that just suck?
"Lenny?" She asks when he answers the phone. "Hypothetically, how would you feel about having another kid?"
He thinks for a moment before answering, "Honestly I think I'd like it. I mean, I love having Kitty around, and another one would be...kind of cool."
"That's a relief because I'm pretty sure you knocked me up, Mr. Bruce," she replies.
She can almost hear his eyebrows fly toward his hairline, can picture him searching his pockets for a cigarette. "Are you...we used - "
"They aren't a hundred percent effective," she replies. "I haven't gone to the doctor yet, but I'm a few days late. And I'm never late."
"You're always late," he counters.
"Yes, but my period isn't," she concedes, picking some imaginary lint from her skirt. "So...I called my doctor. He's going to see me on Thursday."
"What time?"
"Uh, eleven-thirty," she replies.
"I'll be there."
"Oh...you don't have to," Midge assures him. "Really, it's - "
"Do you not want me there?" Lenny asks.
"No! It's just...Joel never came to any of my appointments. I thought it might...freak you out or something."
"I like freaky shit," he replies. "Like when you bend your - "
"The operator can hear you, Lenny," she drawls, smirking to herself.
He clears his throat in an exaggerated fashion. "I apologize, Madame Operator."
Midge giggles and touches her stomach. "So...Thursday," she says.
"Thursday," he agrees. "That gives me plenty of time to find a ring."
That shocks her. "You...what?"
"Isn't that where this relationship was going anyway?" He asks, sounding a little nervous.
She opens her mouth to protest, but the truth is that she loves the idea of being married to Lenny. Of waking in his arms every morning and falling asleep with him at night. Of taking all of their kids to Coney Island and sitting next to him at holiday dinners.
"Don't go crazy," she pleads. "I don't need anything huge., especially since - "
"Midge...?"
She bites her lip gently. "Yes?" She asks.
"Regardless of how things go on Thursday, I'm giving you a ring."
Midge smiles, and after an exchange of I love yous, they hang up.
On Thursday, they learn she's not pregnant after all. It was just some strange hormonal shift that came with turning thirty, and she has mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, she won't give her mother a heart attack with news of a grandchild conceived out of wedlock. On the other...she really wanted to have Lenny's baby.
He kisses her softly, as though he could read her mind, and tangles their fingers together. "Someday," he promises.
She nods and flings her arms around his neck. "Someday," she agrees.
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britishchick09 · 1 month
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What the Future Holds: A Wadlow Sibling Fic
it's senpai's b-day, which calls for a special fic! this took 3 days to write (february 19th to today, the 22nd) and was a lot of fun since it's something a little different! enjoy! ;D (shoutout to @robert-273-fan, who came up with betty and harold jr's stories!)
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what will senpai be doing 5 years in the future? the sibs might have an idea...
 “Happy birthday to you!” a chorus of voices sang.
The Wadlow family clapped as Robert blew out his candles.
“Congrats!” Betty said. “You’re officially eighteen now!”
“He’s been eighteen for hours.” Eugene reminded her.
“Since six-thirty in the morning.” Addie added.
Robert smiled. “I didn’t quite feel eighteen earlier, but I sure do now! The cake looks delicious.”
“I heard it’s your favorite- strawberry shortcake,” Harold said. “But we won’t know for sure until we have a piece!” he added with a wink.
Harold Jr. grinned. “Yay, cake!”
Before long, the cake was distributed. The siblings relaxed in the living room afterwards.
“This has been a great birthday,” Robert said with a smile. “I hope there will be more like it for years to come!”
Betty smiled as she said, “Look at this!”
She held up Thursday’s issue of the Alton Evening Telegraph. On the first page was a photo of Robert standing next to a tree. The siblings were on his other side.
“Hey, there’s me!” Harold Jr. exclaimed, pointing to his pouty little self.
Betty ran a hand through her bangs. “Still a good decision! Although I sort of miss being bangless.”
Helen frowned. “Even all these years later, it’s still so weird to see us in the paper.”
“It’s neat being famous,” Eugene said. “...Or, partially famous. We still have Robbie to deal with.”
“I’d rather you be famous than me,” Robert smiled. “I’m not one for the spotlight. Although I’ve gotten used to it.”
Betty noticed something else in the newspaper. “This says, ‘Five years ago today, Mr. John Wood and Miss Carol James wed. They were high school sweethearts before their marriage.’ Aww, how sweet! I can see that happening to someone…”
Robert tried not to feel her arm nudge or notice the cheeky look she was giving him. He knew exactly what she was hinting at!
Harold Jr. had to get ready for bed, leaving the other siblings to read the paper.
“I can’t imagine what I’ll be doing in five years,” Helen remarked. “What do you think you’ll be doing in that time, Robert?”
“Who knows?” Robert asked. “It’s best to take things one day at a time.”
“I know what he’ll be doing!” Betty exclaimed.
...
 It was a bright summer day in 1941. Robert was at his high school reunion.
...
 “Reunions start at ten years, not five.” Eugene pointed out.
“Well, in the future, they thought otherwise,” Betty said. “As I was saying…”
...
 It was a bright summer day in 1941. Robert was at his high school reunion, which was the very first fifth reunion ever. It was a huge success! Everyone was dancing to the latest song, Love Is In The Air. Robert certainly thought this was true. He went up to Marilyn Stanton, who was chatting with some friends.
“Ahem.” he said with a clearing of his throat.
Marilyn turned around. “Oh! Hello, Robert, my love.”
“Hello, Marilyn, the loveliest of all my loves.”
“Get a room!” an aggravated Eugene called (from in the story or real life, no one knew!).
Robert smiled. “I know of something better than a room,” He got on one knee. “Marilyn Stanton, will you do me the honor of becoming Marilyn Wadlow and becoming my wife?”
Marilyn gasped. Tears came to her eyes as she exclaimed-
...
 “No way,” Robert cut into Betty’s story. “She’s just a friend.”
“Sure, tell that to your yearbook!” Betty said with a smile. “I caught a peek at the Camera Club page. You’re standing right next to her!”
“That was just a picture.”
“I remember walking down the hall before the Yearbook Club’s last meeting before winter break. Marilyn said hello and you sounded awfully shy,” Helen told Robert, her eyes coy. “Not insinuating anything, though! Just reminiscing…”
Robert rolled his eyes. “Marilyn and I are friends and club members. That’s all there is to it.”
“Sure, you say that now, but what about in five years?” Betty asked. “Anything could happen! And that anything is…”
...
 “Yes!” Marilyn exclaimed with a smile. “Yes, I will marry you, Robert!”
The crowd cheered!
Robert and Marilyn kissed, which they’d do again at their wedding a few months later. Eugene was a groomsman, Helen was a bridesmaid, Betty was a flower girl (or flower woman since she was the very mature age of seventeen) and Harold Jr. was the ringbearer.
Robert stood at the front of the aisle with the priest. When the music started, he nervously adjusted his bow tie. Then Marilyn walked into the church with her father. She wore a pretty silk dress that flowed out a little at the bottom and the longest veil! It was hard to see past the tulle fabric, but her smile was clear as day. It took forever for her to get to the front of the aisle, though. And when she did, Helen whipped out her viola and played a solo!
“Do you, Robert, take Marilyn to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the minister asked.
Robert smiled broadly. “Yes, I do.”
“And do you, Marilyn, take Robert to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.” Marilyn replied.
“You may now kiss the bride!”
Helen played the Here Comes the Bride song as Marilyn raised her veil, revealing her excited flushed face. It grew even more so when Robert raised her up! Now at eye level, they kissed.
Five years later, Robert and Marilyn went to their tenth anniversary reunion… with their kids! There was Charlotte, Tom and little baby June. Everyone thought they were so adorable! (And they thought Betty was the best aunt!)
The Wadlow couple lived in bliss and their family lived happily ever after. The end!
...
 “That was sweet,” Robert said. “Not a particularly realistic one, but it’s nice to think about marrying and starting a family,” He frowned at Betty’s look. “Not with Marilyn.”
“We’d have a minister at a wedding, not a priest. That’s Catholic,” Helen corrected her sister’s story. “I approve of the surprise viola solo, though.”
Eugene scoffed.
“What’s your problem with it, hmm?” Betty asked with a cross of her arms.
“It’s too happy. There needs to be excitement, tension!” Eugene said.
Just then, a pajama-clad Harold Jr. ran into the room.
“I know an exciting story!” he said.
He scrambled to the floor to give his idea of the future.
...
 It was five years from now. Harold Jr. was nearly nine years old, which is very grown up. He was now a Boy Scout just like his big brother!
“Okay, Scouts, we’re going to have a fun day today..” said Scoutmaster Big Brother.
Scoutmaster Big Brother was actually Robert! Harold Jr. thought it was so much fun to have Robert in the Scouts again. And Robert enjoyed being back.
“It’s time for the big swimming contest,” Scoutmaster Robert said. “So put on your swimsuits and meet at the lake.”
It didn’t take long for Harold Jr. to put on his swimsuit. He was the first one at the lake!
“Would you like to go first?” Robert asked.
“Yes, I would!” Harold Jr. said.
He started to put a foot in the water, but Robert stopped him.
“You need to wait for everyone else.” he reminded him.
Harold Jr. tried to wait, but the other Scouts were taking so long! Scoutmaster Robert went off to look for them. While he was gone, Harold Jr. dipped a toe in the water. It was just a toe! But then it became a foot, then an ankle, then a whole leg…
*SPLASH!*
Harold Jr. fell right into the water! He tried to swim up, but his shoe got caught on a rock. He was stuck! Through the water, he heard someone say something. It was a deep voice. He tried to reach up to the voice, but his breath was getting lost. He was getting so tired…
Just then, there was a big splash. Harold Jr. saw a huge hand grab his arm. It was Scoutmaster Robert! Harold Jr. pointed to the rock and his big brother swam down. He was strong enough to get the rock away from Harold Jr’s shoe. Then he grabbed Harold Jr. and took him up. Harold Jr. held on really tight as Robert swam through the water.
Finally, they heard a rushing sound. It was the air. They were free!
“Thank you, Scoutmaster Big Brother!” Harold Jr. said.
“You’re welcome,” Robert set his baby brother on the ground. “You need to remember to wait. See what happens when you don’t?”
“Yes, I do,” Harold Jr. felt all embarrassed because of that. “I’m sorry.”
Robert smiled. “It’s okay. You’re safe now. Are you still up for the race?”
“Yeah!”
Then Harold Jr. jumped in the water with the other Scouts. And this time, he made sure everyone else was ready! He only got fourth place, but that was okay. Harold Jr. knew his big brother’s love was enough.
...
 “Aww,” Betty said. “What a sweet story!”
“Yeah, that was great, Junior.” Robert agreed.
Harold Jr. gave a proud smile.
Eugene then said, “Here’s what I think will happen…”
...
 February 22nd, 1941 was a day no one would forget. Robert was celebrating his twenty-third birthday in a rather… interesting way.
“I hereby declare Wadlow’s Shoes to be officially opened!” he hereby declared (whatever that means).
Then he cut a comically sized ribbon in front of him. As it fell back, Helen played a celebratory song on her viola. Betty and Harold Jr. applauded, smiles on their faces. Mom and Dad- I mean, Addie and Harold held each other close as they wiped away touched tears. The only family member missing was Eugene.
“I wonder where Gene is.” Robert wondered.
“He’s off getting a college degree,” Helen said. “But who needs him? There are plenty of people here already!”
Before anyone could speculate, a bunch of reporters pushed Helen aside. They pelted Robert with questions.
“Why did you decide to open up a shoe store?” one of them asked. “A fall out with Peter’s?”
“Oh, no, Peter’s and I are on good terms,” Robert said. “They helped fund this store. I’m very thankful for their donations!”
He led the reporters into the store. It was stocked with all kinds of shoes, from sneakers to heels and boots to slippers and even regular old dress shoes.
“Wait,” Harold said. “Where might your shoes be, son?”
“They’re right over here, Dad,” Robert told him. “Right in the display window.”
But when he pointed to the window, he was shocked to discover that one of them was missing!
“Where did it go?” Harold Jr. asked.
“I… I have no idea. It was here this morning,” Robert said, stunned. “Why, it was stolen!”
Gasps and whispers floated through the crowd.
“Oh my!” Addie exclaimed. “Who would do such a thing?”
Betty frowned as she said, “He did!”
She glared at the reporter with a point.
“Why would I do something like that?” the reporter asked. “I’m an honest man!”
“Oh, sure. You’d do anything for a story! Anything to stir up some drama.”
“I swear I didn’t take that shoe. I’ve never even stepped inside here until today!”
Helen started walking away, her viola in hand. She headed towards its case, which was tucked in the corner of the store.
“Wait a second,” Robert said. “I know who it was…”
Just then, Eugene walked in. He saw Helen walking past. The display window was right over her shoulder. His eyes widened.
“It was Eugene!”
“Wha- me?” Eugene asked in surprise. “What did I do?”
“You stole Big Brother’s shoe!” Harold Jr. said.
“I’ve been at college all day. There’s no way I could’ve done it.”
Harold stepped up. “Didn’t I ask you to check the store first since it’s on your route?”
“Yeah, but I just took a peek in. I was nowhere near the window.”
“Wait!” Robert exclaimed. “It’s Saturday. You couldn’t have been at college.”
“It was for one of my classes-”
“That’s it!” Helen yelled. “It wasn’t Gene…” She stepped up. “It was me!”
Everyone gasped.
“You stole my shoe?” Robert asked in shock.
“We should’ve known,” Betty said. “She was always pulling that stunt back in the day.”
Helen lowered her head. “Yes, I did. But Gene suggested it!”
Eugene flushed. “I only did it to distract everyone.”
“Why?” Harold Jr. asked.
“Everyone’s talking about Robert. We wanted reporters to give some attention to the rest of the family. Besides, we need a little excitement.”
Robert chuckled. “I think there’s enough excitement with the store opening! Fess up, Helen.”
After setting her viola in its case, Helen moved it aside. She opened a secret panel… and revealed the shoe!
“We’re sorry for causing all of this.” she apologized to Robert, the shoe in her hands.
“Yeah, we didn’t mean any harm,” Eugene added. “Just buzz.”
Robert smiled. “I understand. But before you put that shoe back…”
He turned to the reporters. Helen, Eugene and Robert all smiled as the camera snapped. They didn’t just capture Robert and his shoes… They captured everyone together.
...
 “What a story!” Betty exclaimed.
“Yeah, it had me on the edge of my seat.” Robert said.
“The plot twist was great,” Helen smiled at Eugene. “Nice job.”
Eugene smiled back. “Now that’s how you tell of the future.”
Just then, Harold Jr. let out a big yawn.
“Looks like it’s time to get to bed.” Robert said with a smile.
“No!” Harold Jr. exclaimed. “I wanna hear the last story.”
Everyone looked at Helen expectantly. She looked down at the paper before giving her vision of the future…
...
 February 22nd, 1941 was a day no one would forget.
A sweet sound floated through the air. It came from Helen’s viola.
“Bravo!” Harold Jr. cheered.
“Brava.” Eugene corrected him.
Helen bowed. “Thank you!”
“That was lovely, Helen,” Robert said. “Just like this birthday. It sure is nice to not be in front of crowds and whatnot!”
“Look, you’re in the paper!” Betty exclaimed.
She showed him the article. All it said was, ‘Robert Wadlow Celebrates Birthday. Robert Wadlow turned 23 years old today. His only wish was to not be bothered by reporters and admirers, which will definitely be respected. He’s spending today in the peaceful presence of family.’
“It’s certainly peaceful,” Robert said. “And I’m glad that it’ll be that way for the rest of time!”
...
 “That certainly sounds like an unforgettable day,” Robert remarked after Helen ended the story. “Although I doubt reporters will stop bugging me forever.”
Helen gave a shrug. “Who knows? Anything can happen.”
“That’s true,” Robert smiled at his siblings. “All of your stories were great. No matter what the future holds, I know it’ll be better with the ones I love.”
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fructidors · 9 months
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i’m seeing les mis tonight in a black pinstripe corset over a probably very ugly vintage floral dress i altered myself and a lace parasol. happy fucking eighteen-thirties thursday :)
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inlocusmads · 1 year
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A Song of Delirium
A thirty day writing challenge project:
Day Eleven: Write about two characters dancing together.
Where Aurora and Jane come to terms with well, everything that has ever happened between them.
Featuring: Aurora Emery, Jane Fletcher and lots of sapphic tension from Open Heart.
No Warnings/Teen/WC: 1.9k
A/N: I was so bummed that Aurora wasn't an LI in Open Heart, so here you go people, some freshly baked self-indulgent Aurora x MC vibes. This takes place after the hospital attack and before the Hopeful Hearts fundraiser.
Is it bad that I kind of want Jane to like.. end up in her own enemies to rivals to lovers storyline with Aurora? Like.. it just works, okay? You'll see! If this garners some support (from people as well as my stupid brain) maybe I'll expand it into an AU or something! Fair warning, this is NOT EDITED, so what you're reading is pure garbage.
There was something magical about a bar and its patrons suffering post an eighteen hour shift.
On one hand, you had the stragglers. The doctors and nurses with their arms around each other, quietly humming to the tune of their own making because they were not sober enough to get home safe. Then you had the interns - too caught up in their own murky, yet exciting world of medical science and all the interesting people they'd come across.
The interns, unlike the doctors and nurses, had zero shame. Most of them were piled on top of each other like neat stacks of human bodies - except they were very much alive of course. One of them had plastic sunglasses on and the other had shoes that lit up. No, it wasn't rave night at Donahue's, but you had to admit - the interns had courage and they had the strength to keep going and the confidence to wear strict scrubs along with the most dazzling blinky-pointy shoes that ever existed.
Some newer residents hung near the karaoke area. The machine was unplugged and stayed unplugged after the bartender had to split up a fight between an angry Deep Purple fan and someone who just wanted to sing a song without lyrical and/or rhythmic restrictions damnit! The aforementioned residents that hung around, had their microphones to their mouth, singing little songs about homesickness and heartbreak but there was nothing cutesy or little or anything. It was more of a drunken drawl , akin to an amateur player in a Need for Speed game doing a 100 kmph in the city streets at night.
However, don't be fooled by the mass of bloated people, for there existed a secret tunnel that exited to the beer garden. Well, it was more of a hallway than a tunnel because Reggie the bartender and the general manager of the store didn't have the profits to put up fake stones to give it a more rustic, Celtic look. In fact, he wanted something far from it. A safe haven where burnt-out people practicing painstaking professions can indulge themselves in a drink or two.
The beer garden was a lot more tame. The patrons who drank outside were able to contain their alcohol and there was even a little digital jukebox that played jazz music and you could push in a coin or two if you wanted to play something you'd like.
Sienna had recently given into one of her indie pop addictions, besides her baking and pastry addiction (not to mention the sheer violence that would take place every Thursday at No 3, West Street with The Great British Bake-off on at full volume).
Anyway, Phoebe Bridgers' Kyoto played in the background as the friends consumed the last of their alcohol. Jackie opted for a fruity mocktail this time, after getting glorious reviews that the bubblegum-flavoured drink was actually worth the price and was done extremely wrong by its unfortunate name, so needless to say, she was a little less drunk than everyone else. But she was a little more delirious than everyone else because the sugar gave her a mammoth-sized headache.
Bryce and Rafael had fallen flat on the bench; presumably in a deep state of sleep after the excitement had died down. Both of them had their arms around each other not too long ago, singing like English pirates down the high seas and there were even oohs and aahs from the people around them. Elijah had also joined them on the fun shortly before Baz arrived and the two of them were now, currently sitting in a theater somewhere - half sober and very capable of bad decisions. (Currently the cinema nearby was in the process of re-releasing a timeless classic - Hot Tub Time Machine II, the riveting sequel to Hot Tub Time Machine I.)
Sienna's case was as bad as Bryce and Rafael's. Except she had her face pressed to her phone playing a YouTube video.
The only people who were tolerant enough to sit up but not so much getting up and going about were Aurora and Jane. Aurora had just finished her third drink, taking some chips from a large plate as her victory snack.
Jane was mulling over - a bit quiet but not too drunk to go absolutely dead. She could talk about things, but would carry on and on and on, because now she had the opportunity. The beverage was like jet fuel because Jane was ready to take on three pounds of flour and walk up and down the nearest Interstate highway and at the same time, too exhausted and sleepy to even blink.
"Should we call a taxi?" Aurora asked.
"Probably."
"How do we get these people in?"
"Erm --- I dunno, put them in a rocket?" Jane yawned. "Like think about this. You've got -- the rocket, hm. So you -- put them inside and then you ignite it and then find a landing pad nearby. Or -- wait -- wait -- the beach! Yeah! They could all land in the sea."
"But how are we going to get them home?"
"A taxi?"
Aurora shook her head. "You're so dense."
"Aren't I supposed to be? I'm pretty sure the world isn't ready for transparent humans a la Cassandra O'Brien, yet."
A pause.
The music changed to some hyperpop that was typical of local bars. It could've very well some obscure artist, who could've unfortunately, fallen prey to their songs being pirated into a database and distributed everywhere else. But it was all sorts of genres blended in together - old 80s romanticism sandwiched between two fresh brushes of disco and rave, possibly enough to send even the strictest of music connoisseurs in a dance fit. It was meant for dance, for frolic and Aurora couldn't help but her hands going tap-tap-tap against the table.
"It's too late." Aurora said.
"Very."
"We should leave before last call."
"So the others can nurse their hangover."
"I can make them soup if you can help me with the toast."
"And maybe get them some fresh blankets. I'll have the blankets run a round in the dryer."
"This is the first time I've seen them drink a heck ton and still, y'know, appear to be breathing. I mean, that amount of stuff alone is --"
"It is concerning, but considering the sheer amount of stale takeout that has gone in their stomachs, I wouldn't be surprised if they were all made of steel."
The disco beat only increased in volume; almost mocking their conversation. Other people would instantly find reasons to grab a partner or more and dance.
"Hey -- do you want to turn it off?" Aurora asked.
"There's got to be a switch to that machine, right?"
"Um, yeah there should be, but I saw Reggie operate some slots or something. Do you want to help me figure it out? Tackle one thing at a time?"
"Sure. It isn't like we've got any other job to do." Jane shrugged and followed Aurora to the jukebox. The disco music was still blaring larger than life and the more they got attuned to it, the more it seemed.. dance-worthy. You see, hyperpop blends were so alluring that even if you happen to brush by a speaker playing something Daft Punk-ish, Charlie XCX-esque or heck, even a heap sum of Gorillaz or something thrown into the mix, it was impossible not to groove to the beat. It started with Aurora tapping her feet as Jane tried to look for an off-switch. Then, it only escalated from there:
"We should dance."
"Hmm?"
"It is a good song."
Jane gave her a look.
"A decent song. I thought I didn't have to be uptight with you people." she threw her hands up in defeat.
It was the alcohol talking. Doctor Aurora Emery would never.
"Okay--? How do we--?"
At that point, Jane was going through something called the "everywhere" syndrome, because though she appeared to be holding her fists close together and doing this sort of mechanical animatronic move, she didn't have a full grasp of where exactly she was. The blurry image of one Aurora stood before her and she could only copy her moves.
It went like that for a brief two minutes. Trying to choose between the lesser of two evils. Switching off the machine would mean that was the end to it. It won't ever be talked about anymore and would probably be brought up in books and movies as a platonic reminder. But if they -- went with it, perhaps there was more to it. More to the dance, of course. The two were terrible at dancing, anyway, so it took them a while to give into their alcoholic haze and twirl around to the beat.
What started as a small objective to turn the thing off spiralled into something entirely different. Now Aurora and Jane had their hands twined together, to prevent themselves from falling over their two left feet and sort of guided the other around; alternating between being a GPS system and a lost driver. And they were smiling. Aurora had the biggest, goofiest smile on her face - as if it was one of her very few times she'd actually let go of everything - grudges, rivalry, the weight of the world on her shoulders.
It was a fun song.
Meanwhile, Jane had just brushed shoulders with death just over two months ago. The moment she was given the green light to go out, throw her head back and forth, death metal-style, she took the opportunity. She'd escaped Death! She got to live! She was given a rare second chance, something the Reaper hardly did.
Aurora's eyes were practically glowing under the harsh lighting.
It really was a fun song.
Jane was caught up in the whole aura of the yellow lighting; the delirium of it all - dancing as if the night was forever and that, they were little kids again - running towards the bright and the beautiful. As if they'd never have to put their coats on and leave. Jane found a comfortable place here - well, not precisely at the bar, but here here. In the present. She felt so in tune with everything that even though her brain moved slower, processing everything only after it had taken place, she felt so in. Inside. Wrapped up. Warmed up. A little less dead inside.
Aurora caught onto Jane's arms, holding her as if she was plucking her away from Death's wretched arms. Jane held onto Aurora, as if they were doing a version of a ballroom dance. A sick twisted ballroom dance, except the "sick" and the "twisted" were all purposeful and all had their own positive meanings to it. The sickness stemmed from the longing, the yearning ; akin to closing a book after spending days devouring each page. You'd feel sick to your stomach, knowing what you loved and held so close is now gone and nothing but a fond memory in your head, but you'd still wait for the next book and the next, hoping the author keeps writing them.
The "twisted" part being the way they moved around in a tired fashion, but were able to pull each other up. It felt like a complicated way of defining their relationship : two people who were once academic rivals and slowly staggered into the realm of friendship.
There clearly was a lot of room for a lot of new and bright things, but it was best left unrushed and undisturbed for sometime. Perhaps they were friends. Perhaps they were something more than that. After all, the old saying "Nobody looks at someone like they're the whole world and time has frozen all around them, unless they feel something brewing" and maybe it was too soon to tell.
As Aurora and Jane danced into the night, not knowing how to get their friends home or what the future would hold for Edenbrook or anything about their careers, one thing was certain:
It was a great song.
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A/N : Your honour, I love these idiots.
I also won't be explaining my madness henceforth XD.
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