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Loved By Seven | Chapter 2
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Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU, Mate!AU, romance, fluff
Pairing: OT7 x Reader
Characters: Human!Reader, Peacock!Seokjin, Serpent!Yoongi, Hawk!Hoseok, White Tiger!Namjoon, Merman!Jimin, Leopard!Taehyung, Wolf!Jungkook
Summary: Hiking was just an activity to get you out of the apartment, the last thing you imagined was ending in a whole different world by touching a jewel. That not being enough you end up meeting seven hybrids, and they all claim you shared the Connection with each of them making you their partner for life
Notes: Hi! I took a lot to upload this chapter right? I’m so sorry, but I’m almost up with my thesis and it takes basically all my time; also this chapter was getting way too long so I cut it and decided to make the second part the third chapter of this story, and when I was reading there were a lot of things a didn’t like it so I wrote it again I hope you guys like it. The first receveid so much love and I’m really thankful for that, so I hope this second chapter lives to your expectations. Help, likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated. English is not my first language so pardon me if anything is misspelled or grammatically incorrect. Also the main idea came from a webtoon but I can’t remember it’s name. Enjoy!
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With your cheeks still wearing the color red, Taehyung starts walking again, with Jiwoo by his side, and from what you’re seeing the city is surrounded by forest “Hey, Taehyung is the city surrounded by forest?” “Yes, most of us, hybrids, like to maintain the connection we have with nature, sometimes we like to go and transform so we can run or simply act more with our animal side. There’s also a part facing the sea, for sea creatures to also have their natural habitat” He explains to you, and you’re wondering how much strength does he have because you’re in his arms, walking for who knows how long and talking as if none of the above is happening. “Mm Taehyung?” He looks at Jiwoo for a moment acknowledging her, before turning his eyes towards the road ahead again “Shouldn’t we take N/N to a hospital so they can look at her ankle?” After Jiwoo mentions the word “hospital” Taehyung looks at your eyes for a moment before looking at your swollen ankle and then looks back at you with uncertain eyes “What is it? There are no hospitals here? Hospitals are where sick people get treated to get better” An amused smile appears on his face after your poor explanation of a what a hospital is “I know what a hospital is Beautiful” As if on cue your cheeks get red again after he says the word “We have hospitals here, actually is one of the best in the world” Now you’re the one with an awkward smile, what were you thinking? No hospitals? In a world that looks like is better than yours? “I want to take you but I don’t want to get away from you” He mumbles in almost an inaudible voice, but you got most of it thanks to the proximity between you two, and apparently Jiwoo has an incredible ear because she covers her mouth when she starts laughing. After a few seconds his face lights up as if he got the best idea ever “Let’s go to my apartment, I know a doctor, a female one who already has a partner, who can treat you” finishing the sentence he looks at you with that boxy smile you’re falling in love with Wait, what? What are you thinking F/N? You barely know the man you think to yourself “Wait, what does it matter if she gets treated by a woman?” Jiwoo asks and the leopard turns to her like she grew a second head, but she’s not looking at him instead her eyer are on the road ahead and continues “and what that she has a partner? I don’t think that should matter when a patient is treated” while finishing the sentence she looks at him, surprise fills her features by the incredulous eyes watching her “what?” Jiwoo says in a tiny voice “because I don’t want to take any risks” Taehyung answers with a voice that drips obviousness.
At this point you know that somehow you’re in a parallel universe, and you’re pretty sure Jiwoo is thinking the same. To make a point you start a list in your head: 1. It’s not normal for a human to have animal traits as body parts, 2. Humans don’t catch smells from others, just like body odor, but Taehyung is talking about a smell coming from me, 3. What the hell is a Connection? He talks about as if it’s the most important thing in life, 4. Also, how is he so freakishly strong? He’s carrying me and my backpack, which was pretty heavy when I carried descending that damn hill, 5. How can I trust him, when all the things coming from his mouth are so bizarre, I mean he’s talking about me being his partner by that weird smell reason, 6. He’s not taking me to a hospital but to HIS apartment, just because he “doesn’t want take risks” what does that even mean?. On Taehyung’s side the thoughts going through his mind are similar How these two human women don’t know about The Connection? I mean this is known globally; the only thing he knows for sure is that he’s not going to let his partner get away from him. Unknowingly to the other, both of you think We need to talk.
Walking through the city, the sun it’s high in the sky indicating it was probably noon, surprising the two girls. It doesn’t look like a big city, but it’s still busy with life. There are cars, taxis, buses, very modern buildings, things they didn’t expect, because of the looks of Taehyung, despise his clothes, the two girls thought they were going to find something old fashion and a little bit barbaric, but they were speechless with the beauty of this city. Although there is something that surprised them: the people, mostly, were half animal half human, some of them seemed to be completely humans but it wasn’t an information easily proofed.
The three of you seemed to be closer to your destination because Taehyung couldn’t stop talking, though he seems to be talking with himself forgetting you’re in his arms “I’m going to take such care of you…we are going to have beautiful cubs because you’re so beautiful…I’m going to give you everything you want in the world, because you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and the prettiest girl deserves everything she wants” and with each phrase coming out of his lips you’re eyes get bigger and you’re face gets so red Jiwoo thought you were gonna faint from such quantity of blood in your face, something Taehyung didn’t mind because to him it means you’re liking everything he’s saying, instead of embarrassing you. To your relieve, you three stop in front of a tall building “this is where I live” Taehyung says. Still in his arms, your little group get in the elevator, the hybrid marking the number 10. Taehyung descends the elevator first walking through a hall until getting in front of a door, Jiwoo following close by, he opens it revealing a very modern and a very cozy apartment; when he enters with you, you think is very much like him, the décor goes with his bubbly personality.
Already inside by the door Jiwoo asks “Taehyung we need to rest her ankle properly and call the doctor” you look up at him “Oh, sure…let’s go” He walks towards the hall, and opens the door at the end of the it. Inside it’s a bed big enough for at least three people, he puts you down on the bed with the most utter care “Thank you, Taehyung” you give him a small smile “I really love when you say my name” he whispers. Raising up from your side, he walks to the door “Jiwoo, you can install here” feeling nobody is following him, the hybrid walks back to his room encountering with two girls already asleep. But F/N should sleep with me in my room it’s the first thought that crosses his mind, although you’re sleeping so soundly he closes the door with a pout on his face.
Taehyung walks to the kitchen and with cellphone in hand he calls the doctor “Hi Nia, how are you? I’m glad. Hey, I need your help. My partner had an accident and her ankle is swollen, could you please come and check it out?…Yes, no problem you can come later…See you” with that resolved he goes back to his room. Your face is facing the door, hypnotized by your face he walks towards your sleeping form seating on the floor next to you. He just watches your face, the little movements you make in your sleep, the way you snore and drool yourself but even then he can’t find a single flaw. Maybe because of the earlier events of the day he yawns starting to feel so tired, he falls sleep and unconsciously transforms into his animal form next to you in his bed.
After a few hours you wake by two things, first you feel so hot like having a radiator next to you but this radiator has fur and whiskers, and second the doorbell is ringing. Opening your eyes you see a leopard next to you, still not processing everything that happened to you that day you scream at top of your lungs waking up a sleeping Jiwoo, apparently next you on an unknown bed, who starts screaming with you when spotting the big carnivore next to you, and a sleeping leopard that almost falls off the bed “what? What happened? Are you alright?” The freaking leopard just talked is your first thought after Taehyung spoke. Somehow after hearing his voice the events of today start to go through your mind, but just to be sure you ask “Taehyung?” And the leopard, with, what it looks like, a worried face answers “Yes” and just then he notices he’s on the bed and not next to it like he remembers, and on top of that he’s in four legs “I’m a leopard, right?” You and Jiwoo, cowering behind you, nod to the animal “I’ll be right back” He walks towards, what it appears to be, the bathroom.
After a few minutes, and the doorbell still ringing, a human dressed Taehyung comes out of the bathroom “I’m so sorry, I don’t know when I fell asleep or when I transformed, it usually happens when I’m too tired…I’m sorry” in the last apology he’s looking at you in the eyes, but when he sees you kneeling he gasps “F/N your damaging more your ankle” it wasn’t until he mentioned it that you felt the pain in your ankle “Ouch…” “Please, lay down” He, with a bit of uncertainty and shaking hands, reaches to help you accommodate your body; “Taehyung, the doorbell has been ringing for several minutes now” Jiwoo remembers, and like he just realized that he answers “Oh, yeah…I’m gonna see who it is”.
Taehyung stands up and exits his bedroom to head up to the door, to open to, who he assumes, is his friend. Opening the door he finds the familiar face of a bunny hybrid, Nia. “Hi, Nia” he steps aside so the woman could enter the apartment, “You do know I’ve been ringing for like forever right?” she says with a slight annoyed tone in her voice “and I heard some screaming, are you okay? Who else is here? As far as you’ve told me, you live alone” he stars to respond in order “I know you’ve been ringing for a while, I’m sorry…it’s just that…something happened” his response come between pauses “One of those who screamed is the one who needs your help…and from now on I won’t be living alone anymore” he says the last with the biggest smile Nia has seen in Taehyung’s face since they met “Wait, you said partner on the phone…did you find them?” she asks with a smile of her own “Yes” he giggles saying the word “Oh My God Taehyung that’s amazing I know you’ve been dying to find them…take me to them so I can see what needs my help” “Yes, she’s in my room” he starts walking towards the wall and eventually enters the room with the doctor tailing behind.
Jiwoo and F/N are on the bed, the first is sitting while the latter is laying down with her ankle on top of one of the pillows; you both see them enter the room, Taehyung wearing a small smile and a woman with bunny ears, apparently, attached to her head, wearing a doctor coat. “Hi, you’re probably the one I’m checking? My name is Nia” “Yeah, I’m F/N…I hurt my ankle when I was chased by wolves” you explain looking at your swollen ankle “Okay, let me check it” she says sitting down next to your ankle and starts applying some pressure to the red area, when she touches the most swollen part you let out a hiss and retrieve your ankle a little bit, this action makes Taehyung, who’s standing next to you, come closer and let’s out a low growl, thinking his friend is hurting his partner, which makes the ears of the doctor bend a little bit. Watching this, you immediately put your hand on his, almost unconsciously, and try to calm him down which works because instead of paying attention to the bunny he looks at your hand on top of his with surprise filling his face, since it’s the first time you have initiated physical contact with him.
After the doctor finishes touching your ankle she applies ointment in the affected area, and starts wrapping your ankle in bandages saying “Well, F/N you suffered a sprain, it’s not serious but you need to apply ointment everyday and keep the bandages for at least two weeks, while this time passes try not to support your ankle and after the two weeks start slowly. If it gets to swollen before bandaging it use ice, and if you’re in too much pain take a painkiller. Do you have any questions?” “No ma'am” you watch closely how she’s bandaging your ankle so you could do it later, what you didn’t notice was how Taehyung was also very concentrated, so much he even got closer, in Nia’s hands as she was wrapping your ankle so he could do it for you later. Jiwoo’s paying attention to the devoted emotion in Taehyung’s eyes when he’s looking at you and how his tongue sticks out a little bit when paying attention to the doctor, making her think maybe this Connection he’s talking about is no joke, this looks like the real deal. “Thank you so much Doctor Nia, can I take a painkiller…ummm…there was something that made me apply pressure to my ankle” you look sideways at Taehyung thinking he wouldn’t notice but he did, then you hear a little whine that seemed to have come out of a kitty but when you look at the leopard you see his sorrowful face with watery eyes making yours big and surprised; Nia stifling a laugh at the interaction of you two says “Yeah. Sure, there’s no problem but try” looking at Taehyung “to not do it for these days, okay?” You nod at her “Thank you” you smile at the woman “I’ll lead you to the door Nia” says the male hybrid when the bunny finishes packing, and the two hybrids walk through the hall towards the door, once they’re at the door “She seems to be wary of you…as if she doesn’t understand why you’re acting the way you are and I’m asking myself why is her friend here too” she says looking at him with curiosity in her eyes “It’s difficult to explain” he answers taking, unconsciously, his hand to the back of his head with his tail flicking behind him “Okay, take care of both of you, Jace is waiting for me” “Bye Nia, thank you so much” she waves walking towards the elevator.
Taehyung closes the door and immediately walks to kitchen to fill a glass with water, once in the room he passes it to you silently, which you accept it wordlessly, and walks to the bathroom; he opens a cabinet and takes out a box of painkillers and brings it to you “Thank you, Taehyung” you throw him a smile, and swallow the pill, that almost make him smile, but he knew he had to apologize to you for frightened you “Beautiful I’m so sorry for scaring you like that” he kneels in front of you with a watery pout “Sometimes when I’m really tired I transform unknowingly” some tears fall from his eyes “Please don’t be scared of me I’m not going to hurt you…ever. I’m still me even in my animal form so don’t fear me” he grabs one of your hands in both of his giving it tiny kisses. You a little bit flustered because of this type of affection say “Hey, hey Taehyung…you don’t have to be sorry, I mean…you have to understand that where we come from you don’t wake up next to a leopard and leave to tale the tale” you leave your hand in his “So I’m sorry if you were hurt by my actions” he’s still crying so you summon enough courage to scratch behind his ear, thus, to your surprise, he starts purring and melts in your lap like a cat enjoying the affection which brings a bright smile to your face “If we can stay here you have to get used to these kind of reactions because all of this is new to us” you say still scratching his ears. Opening his mouth to answer you, your stomach decides to speak for itself announcing your need for food, you look a Taehyung, who’s rising his face from your lap, with a crimson face after giving a nasty look to your stomach. “A proper dinner is coming ” He says with what looks like a serious face, or at least the attempt of one because you can see the corners of his lips are rising a little bit. “Please, I’m starving” it’s with the mention of food that Jiwoo decides to speak after watching the honey dripping scene.
Taehyung leaves the room to make you three something to eat, but with everything that happened and the painkiller doing its work you fall asleep again. With the hybrid no longer in the room, Jiwoo takes in the spacious room you both are in, she knows this is probably his room but there’s no way she’s gonna let her friend alone with a man who clearly has an interest (or maybe something more) in her: it has a king size bed, a nightstand in each side of the bed, a desk with the chair, and two doors: opening one she finds a giant bathroom with a gigantic shower and bathtub and his supplies, and opening the other one she finds an enormous closet filled with various clothes mainly somewhat formal attires. With the little tour done, Jiwoo decides to take everything out of the backpacks and put it where it should, finishing the task she rests her head on the pillow and without noticing she falls asleep.
Chapter 3
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ownedbythescribe · 1 year
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Sumeru | Lost In You (Part 1)
ıllı Synopsis: Lost in your eyes, in your voice, and in your touch. Even with a simple turn, these men are captivated. For them, there is only you.
ıllı Genre: Fluff, Romance
ıllı Notes: Gender Neutral Reader
ıllı Part 2: Sumeru | Lost In You (Part 2)
ıllı A/N: A re-edit of Lost In You (Sumeru Edition)! I had to separate the two because of some uploading error.
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🍁 ALHAITHAM — VULTUR VOLANS
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Writing papers could take days to finish, and sometimes, people would spend doing them without an ounce of sleep. Others found this righteously wrong, while some wished to accomplish it immediately to gain free time. The Akademiya worked their students to the bone, but with the recent changes, things had slowed down a little bit.
“Input the findings on elemental sights, and we’re done.” You muttered, placing your quill back in its place. A tired sigh escaped your lips, eyes beginning to close from the exhaustion catching up with your body.
A knock on the door jolted you awake. With a weak ‘Come in’, the infamous Scribe let himself in. He was not one to interrupt people with their work, but you had been holed up in your room for hours now. The smell of breakfast signaled you that it was already morning.
“You’re finally done?” He asked. You nodded the wobbled over to him. He noticed your tired self and carried you to the couch. When times like this, he knew that you rather energized yourself in his lap while he read than take the bed. It was strange at first, but he got used to it.
Without question, he sat you in his lap and read his book. His left hand rested on your hip as you doze off, shutting down after squeezing your brain of ideas. Soon, solace found your mind which made Alhaitham smile. He continued his morning with you in his arms.
“Alhaitham! How dare you report to Lesser Lord that—“ The door was slammed open which made you whimper at the sound, eyes remaining closed. Alhaitham silenced Kaveh by throwing a barrage of pillows and using his vision to chase him out. Nobody was allowed to interrupt his time with you, not even his annoying roommate.
“Sleep well, Flower.”
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🍁 KAVEH — PARADISAEA
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“That’s why I told you not to touch it! I can’t believe we barely made it out of that.” You huffed, looking back at the temple that had already closed. Whirring sounds could be heard inside, and you feared that this was another case similar to that of the Court of Desolation.
“Sorry! I thought nothing would come out of that. By the way, did you get pictures of the walls and columns? I only got a few.” Kaveh inquired. You took out the device and nodded. The intricate designs lent to each portion of the temple amazed you, not to mention the technology the desert hid. It was simply what made your blood excited.
Kaveh could see the excited look on your face and lightly chuckled. It was adorable. Discoveries like these often make you irrational, but the pure joy in your eyes was something that drew him in. He loved how you babble about the desert’s technology, culture, and even history. People in the Akademiya might deem you a weirdo, but isn’t that institution full of them? Take Alhaitham for example. He admitted that the man was smart, but he had yet to recognize true humility. Not to mention, his radical ways made people question his sanity.
‘Ugh… Why am I thinking of that idiot?’ The blonde huffed. With a shake of his head, he asked that you two find an oasis to rest. You nodded.
It took about an hour to find the nearest one in the area. Luckily, there were no Eremites to handle and only a few monsters were in sight. After settling down and eating dinner, you took out the pictures as well as your thesis paper. He could see your excitement as you drafted your findings, and he was pulled in.
‘I must have used my whole year's luck just to have you be with me.’ He joked to himself. You turned to him, talking about the energy amplifier you found inside but stopped when he stared at you so intently. Tender crimson eyes illuminated by the soft glow of the moon.
“Why must my boyfriend look this ethereal?” You pouted. Kaveh’s eyes widened before he laughed out loud. You huffed then pulled him down for a kiss.
“I love you.” You whispered, adornment donning your face.
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🍁 TIGHNARI — VULPES ZERDA
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The crisp scent of morning air in the Avidya Forest was nothing new to the residents of Gandharva Ville. However, they embraced the tranquility it brought. A new day meant another chance to continue the tasks that were unfinished the day before, while for some, it was their awaited day off. This was the case for you and Tighnari.
With how busy the forest rangers had been last month, you basically forced Tighnari to rearrange his schedule and take one day off after checking that this week’s patrols were going to be light. It was not easy trying to coax the Forest Watcher, but he gave in after a few puppy eyes from you and Collei. He could not let sadness and disappointment ever coat your bright eyes. He promised that when he courted you after all.
The smell of freshly cooked mushroom hodgepodge and pita pockets wafted through the air. Tighnari opened his eyes and saw you plating the breakfast. His eyes twinkled in amusement at how adorable you looked, humming a soft tune that would surely bring him back to dreamland should you sing it and run your hand through his hair.
With a yawn, Tighnari rose from his sleep and trotted towards you. The warm hug startled you, but you lightly laughed at how clingy your boyfriend had been. He was holding on to you that you ended up dragging him around your shared home while you finish setting the table. Once you were done, you gently placed him in his chair and went to yours to eat.
“I added new mushrooms in the fray after your recent research. I can’t believe it went well with this dish! It’s so good! Ah! This sauce too!” You grinned. Tighnari could not help but stare. You looked so divine, enjoying your food to your heart’s content.
‘Ah, I love her so much.’ He thought to himself. He may not express his affection in normal ways couples would do, but he knew that he had his own ways to tell you that he cared. In his eyes, there was only you.
“Here, try this one, Love.” You reached out for a piece of the meal you made for him. Tighnari wasted no effort and bit on it.
“It’s delicious. You should make this more often.” He stated, making you smile even more. Times like these were rare, and you will treasure them.
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
So I have had this request in my inbox for agesssss but I didn't want to do this until I finished uploading a certain fic. Thank you so much for the ask. So here we go!
(1) Not all treasure is silver and gold (10/10 | 26K | Mature | Sterek and Berica)
Captain Derek Hale is on a mission and he needs a fearless crew. His betrothed has been kidnapped, his family lives in exile and he harbours a dangerous secret. Enter Lady Erica Reyes, the perfect Quartermaster to join the crew. Erica has her own reasons for needing to escape her seaside town. An abusive father with a suggested 'arrangement' has forced her to create her own future.
A Derek and Erica friendship on the high seas, all in the name of love and family. Because not all treasure is silver and gold.
This is my pirate fic and is my longest work. Recently complete and I have to say I am really proud of it.
(2) The Power of Pumpkin Magic (1/1 | 1K | Teen | Sterek)
"If you don't want money, I'll buy you a pie. I just need you to be my boyfriend for the next five minutes."
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Stiles just thought it was another day of working on his thesis at his favourite bookshop. What he didn’t count on was the power of pumpkin magic.
I am such a sucker for the impromptu fake dating trope so I tried my hand at it!
(3) I'll protect yours, you protect mine (1/1 | 1K | Teen | Sterek)
“How sweet, a monster and his pet. Such a pretty pair you two make.” The hunter purred, their words practically dripping with venomous intent.
Derek couldn’t suppress the threating growl. No one threatened Stiles.
“It’s alright, big guy, we all know you’re the prettiest.” Stiles teased but his heartbeat gave him away. He was nervous.
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When Derek and Stiles are kidnapped by a group of hunters, Derek is forced to reveal some feelings he has been keeping hidden for a long time.
Dramatic feeling reveals? Yes please!
(4) When the wheels come down (1/1 | 1K | Teen | Sterek)
The pack decide to go beach camping and somehow Derek and Stiles end up trapped in a car together...which may or may not be Derek's fault.
OR
AU where everyone is alive, Derek is a softie and Stiles is a little bit of a mess but we love him anyway!
Soft Alpha Derek, my beloved. He will always be my alpha and I will always be salty that we didn't get The Pack Feels.
(5) That's when (1/1 | 1K | General | Petopher)
Chris' life always seems to change on a Thursday...and two of the most important Thursdays of his life involved Peter Hale.
No one can convince me that these two weren't ex-childhood-lovers, especially after their tension in the movie, goodness me, I needed a fan!
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I am only in the beginning journey of my writing but I am having a lot of fun and I think that's the most important part. Thanks for sharing it with me. Till next time! Thanks for popping in!
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balanceingrace · 2 years
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How about: “Tracing invisible shapes on your lover's skin as they're busy doing something stressful, keeping their attention half on what they're doing, and half on you.” ! 💗
Loved this one!
The room is silent absent the sound of air-conditioning and the furious cadence of your nails hitting your keyboard. You are mere paragraphs away from submitting your thesis proposal to the university and you were determined to finish within the hour so you’d meet the deadline. 
Joe was next to you, legs stretched out as he studied the shape of your profile, looking to your laptop screen every so often when he noticed your brow furrow. He knew you needed to focus which is why he was making no noise, but he felt like he needed to be here as your crossed this monumental hurdle on the way to getting your doctorate. 
His hand grazed your thigh, nothing intimate but rather comforting as you typed at a rapid pace. You could feel his index finger tracing shapes and you looked down briefly as he gently started writing out the alphabet on your leg. Smiling, you ran your hand against his stubble briefly before resuming your work. Joe moved off your thighs and shifted to your shoulders, straightening your hunched over frame and using the pads of his thumbs to massage out the slow forming knot between your shoulder blades. 
“I’m almost done. At least, I think I’m almost done,” you mumbled, catching a weird citation that you’d misspelled. “Take your time. This is important,” Joe placed a soft kiss to your cheek before he rested his against it. He was beyond proud of you and the work you had put in to get to this point. You had dropped out of college when he transferred; choosing instead to take a chance and follow him to Louisiana. When he was drafted, you decided to go back to school and finish your degree, the return to school leading you to contemplate graduate school. No one had been a bigger cheerleader than Joe, and it meant the world to you that he was by your side as you did this. 
“Does this sound okay to you?” you read off a few lines regarding part of your research project and Joe thought for a few minutes before helping you revise it. Satisfied with his response, you decided to reread the document just one more time before sending it in. Joe watched you as you read; your head slowly nodding as you went line by line. Closing your eyes, you exhaled before turning to Joe and grinning. “It’s done,” you whispered, causing Joe to let out a loud cheer and wrap his arms around you. 
“Did you hit submit?” Joe asked, tucking a piece of hair that had fallen out of your bun behind your ear. “Not yet,” you said, anxiety creeping in. Recognizing the paralyzed look of fear on your face, Joe turned you so you were facing him, his eyes locking with yours. “Baby, you got this. Look at how far you’ve come! You’ve done the hard part already. Now hit submit and stop second guessing yourself.” 
You look at Joe for a few seconds before turning back to your computer. Taking one more deep breath, you upload the file and hit submit, your future now in the hands of the doctoral evaluation board at the university. Collapsing into Joe’s arms, you felt a massive weight lift off of your shoulders as his hands held you tight to his chest. It had been a rocky path to get to this point, and you’d often thought of quitting. Joe was always there to push you in those moments, and you genuinely didn’t know if you would have made it through without his support. 
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jjeresano-euler · 1 year
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Author's notes: Oookay so the GIF won't upload. Anyways, this oneshot is based on THAT scene of She-Hulk episode 8, so if you haven't watched it, SPOILERS!!! The recent episode of she-hulk really got me thinking, what if Matt adopted a mutant from Charles? And so this oneshot was born. Characters: Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Jennifer Walters, Charles Xavier The Reader is a telepath like Charles. WARNINGS: Like i said, spoilers for She-Hulk episode 8. fluff, Dad!Matt (yes that should be a warning because the thought of matt as a dad is AAAA), angst  Minors, for your sake, please don't interact with this post as this will mention THAT scene from earlier mentioned She-Hulk episode. You probably won't listen anyways but hey, i tried. And yes, i brought Foggy and Charles into this oneshot because WHY NOT? Summary: Basically, what happened after that scene in ep8, but with my own little twist on it :) *Jen is referred to as the "lawyer lady" --- "Hey, Foggy.", you groaned, exhausted as you haul your bookbag into the apartment. "Hey, kiddo! How was school today?", Foggy asks you as you grunted, finally putting your heavy bookbag on the couch. You sighed and muttered, "So much homework..." "Ah.", was all he could say. "Hey, do you mind if i reach out to my dad first before i start finishing homework?", you asked, cracking your knuckles. "He should know i'm home, shouldn't he?" Foggy nods in a 'go ahead' manner and steps out of the living room as you sat down on the couch, and closed your eyes... You soon found yourself in a world very similar to the one that appears when Cerebro is being used by your professor, Charles Xavier. But there was only one light in yours; your adoptive father, Matt Murdock. Moving towards the light, you smiled at the warmth you felt whenever you reached out into your father's mind... That changed quickly.., you thought as you looked around at what was going on. Waves of lust emanated from the room as you saw a man dressed in a familiar devil costume and a woman wearing a purple running outfit with white accents barge into the room, getting handsy with one another. "What the fuck?", you thought as you quickly pushed out of your father's mind. Opening your eyes in reality, you grounded yourself, scanning the surroundings of the apartment. You sighed, keeping your composure as you wrote down another chapter of your thesis. You processed what was going on, with the evidences that were given to you. Matt said he'll be heading to New York for a case (he didn't tell you in full detail, but you already figured it out by reading his mind the minute he accepted the case.) He told you he'll be back as soon as he can. (Which was completely untrue, judging by what you saw. You knew he was Daredevil, and when you read his mind, you realized that the woman he was getting handsy with was the same lawyer on the opposing counsel. Said lawyer on the opposing counsel is the cousin of an Avenger (or, well, ex-Avenger. Research helps.) You groaned. Workplace relationship., was your conclusion. You didn't know much about your father's dating life, but based on what Foggy told you, his last ones didn't really end well for him as Matt AND as Daredevil.
You asked Foggy, “Hey, uh, do you mind if i stay with you for a week?”
He looked skeptical. “Why?” You sighed, annoyed, disappointed and upset. “Dad hooked up with the lawyer lady on the case he just won.”
“Ah.”, That was all Foggy could say. Just as he said that, Matt walked into the apartment, wearing his usual lawyer's clothes. "Hey, Dad.", you said calmly, with a small bite to it. "How was the case?" You knew he could hear your heart beat. And you were mad. Your heart was beating at almost 120 an hour. You still masked it though. He smiled at you and replied, "It was good. I won, by the way." You laughed. "As expected." Silence fills the room as you heard the door click open. The lawyer lady walked in. Really?, you thought as you saw the woman kiss Matt on the cheek and then sit down on the couch next to you, folder in hand. You eyed Matt's movements, the way he was limping a lot slightly, the bruises on his neck a deep purple as you gradually got even more annoyed. "Huh.", you softly said. "Dad?" "Yeah?" "What's with the bruises?"
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OH BOY INDEED!! I’ll continue this in Part 2 when school stuff gets a bit lighter (i still have the last day of exams to take care of because it was suspended last October 28) :’) Oh well. This’ll be in 3 parts 🤭
special tags: @bxnedvct and @chronicoverachiever
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Hey beacon long time no see!
I have a confession to make: Even tho I've followed you for ages I've avoided your hermitcraft propaganda posts so hard. NOT BECAUSE I DIDN'T LIKE THE HERMITS THO!! It's because I knew I wouldn't have the time to watch more than 1-2 povs (when I know I'll want to watch way more) or to catch up on previous seasons because I was already involved in watching dsmp streams and all their videos.
And then my interests in the dsmp start drifting and by May I've started binging some animes and mangas my friend was recommending me and I'm about halfway out of mcyt at that point
BUT THEN I start seeing double life fanart appear on my dash, and I realize there's a new life saga series (Does. Does anyone know what to call it? I know it's trafficblr but like. life saga makes the most sense right? It's what I'm calling it anyways). And I'm like "oooooo, third and last life were fun, I should watch the first episode of this!" (I came last to the party for the previous series so I really wanted to be on time for this one)
And so I watch Grian's first episode because he's the hermit I'm most familiar with and. it's so fun. It's got me hook, line, and sinker. I remember how much of a blast is it to watch Grian, I have to watch more.
So I binge Grian's season 8, then catch up on season 9; I realize I'm having such a great time every time Scar's on screen, so I binge his season 9 and am about to finish binging his season 8- and beacon. I'm ASHAMED I didn't find Scar sooner. I almost had a cow seeing he only had 1.8 million subs when I was subbing to him because WHAT. I've banned myself from eating or drinking while watching his videos because I've almost spat on my laptop multiple times from laughing. His kindness and positivity and wise words have made me emotional too many times to count, and reminds me how much being kind is worth it. I would literally fistfight gods on a sea of broken glass for Scar- Alright I have to shut myself up or I'll write a college thesis about that man.
I still haven't read those propaganda posts btw lmao. But I do want you to know I've been kidnapped into being a hermitcraft fan and I'm so happy about it (I was literally kidnapped against my will tho I swear; I was trying to get into a manga SO BAD but then my brain saw double life and said "mmmm, these minecraft men. I want more of these guys, screw everything else" and then I completely forgot about any other interests alskdgh)
ANYWAYS, sorry for such a long ask! I just thought you'd be interested in knowing that I'm in the hermit and trafficblr community now!
You don't have to post this ask if you don't want to btw, but if you do, quick question: who's your favorite hermit? (I ask this like I know who all of them are alsdgh, I wish I did but there's just so many of them, I'm trying so hard tho)
squish!!! hallo!!!
hahaha this ask made me smile so much, hope it's ok i'm only just now answering it
im very glad you're in the hermitblr/trafficblr community now i'm sure everyone is happy to have you hahaha what'd you think of the double life finale, if you've watched it?
grian is fantastic and the Grian Effect is so real; you start off just watching him and then you blink and suddenly you're trying to keep up with 5 different people's upload schedules.
and i agree, scar is criminally underrated/under-subscribed; i remember watching him hit 1M subs and just being So Happy for him. i need that man to hit 2M subs immediately, he's at 1.92M now. (honestly a lot of the hermits are just under-subscribed i've watched so many of them hit 1M subscribers since the end of season 6 and i am so happy for all of them)
i don't know if i could pick one hermit as a favorite bc i follow pretty much all of them; i watch them based on like the ~vibes~ i'm feeling that day. bdubs almost never fails to bring a smile to my face tho and he interacts with so many hermits so if you haven't checked him out already, you should.
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wed, 3 jan 2024
after 3 days transferring and backing up my 2023 photos, I finally made it. I separate them all based on month, and every month is divided between Xiaomi, iCloud, and WhatsApp pictures. what a work. because of that, I'm a bit late to write about my 2023 recap, to upload my 2023 recap video on TikTok, and haven't written anything to review my latest book I read. but that's fine, let's catch up now by starting writing my 2023 recap.
I will never feel tired saying my 2023 was full of blessings. every month I had at least one reason to be grateful for, a story to remember, and a lesson to learn.
january I remember my hand was full of dreams that day. I wanted to start writing again, productive again, online-selling again, looking for a full-time job again, and working on my thesis again. even on that first day of 2023 I spent many hours writing my first review about the book I currently read that month. I also had a long list of interviews ahead as well as started to create a catalog for my shop which was still clueless about the branding.
february one of my friends told me about a program from a local company which helps us to improve our hard skills. and for the first time I finally figured out what I want to be as my career: SEO writer. so I took that certification class (but also ambitious enough to dream about the final round even though I didn't make it). this month I was also too busy fitting outfits for my brother's wedding.
march this month was my brother's wedding but all of the needs had been completed last month, so no worries. I just felt this month so hectic because a lot of activity related to my thesis (a lot of revision) and maniac shopping for make ups and skin cares during surabayaXbeauty event (which was my first time, and I met local beauty influencer). I also found out that the product I tried to sell wasn't a big enough hit, so I decided to sell preloved books which were working! I did understand how hard it is to be a seller because I had to find the cheapest supplier to sell the product at a normal price but still with good profit. the SEO class I took was already on the edge and they gave us an examination AND I PASSED IT AT THE FIRST TRY! Alhamdulillah hehehe...
april I lost my grandma this month, right at ied day. I was totally fine about it since I saw my grandma had lost interest in living because his dear son had passed before her. and I totally get it. we had multiple trips (in-state destination only) for the rest of the month since there was a lot of holiday. and I stopped selling preloved books because I need to focus on my thesis.
may there wasn't a lot happening during this month, but I finally tried to lash-lift my eyelash which was so cool! and the end of this month, my supervisor told me to go for my first seminar which was the best feeling I was waiting for all this time!
june I DID MY FIRST SEMINAR and felt half of my burden had gone! I was so near the finish line! for self-rewarding, I went to the fish market and timezone with my brother.
july can you believe I did my second and third seminar this month back to back? everything felt so hard and fast and tired but Alhamdulillah all of my weight had been lifted. I unofficially finished my master degree. this month was also supposed to be a war for the Taylor Swift Eras concert in Singapore, but I didn't survive the great war. sad but never mind, at least I finished my degree hehehehe....
august I had my fourth seminar this month, a really international seminar with a lot of international students. because of this seminar, I almost left my pre-graduation activity because the schedule wasn't aligned. but I'm glad I made it both. AND THIS IS THE BEST PART! I think from that seminar, I finally had a crush, and he (with another boy) reached out to me right after the seminar! OMG it has been a long time since I have felt butterflies.
september one of my online friends came to Surabaya to visit me right before my graduation (YES MY GRADUATION IS THIS MONTH ALHAMDULILLAH!). I took her around Surabaya, and she kept complaining about how hot the weather of Surabaya is. I couldn't blame her. I also got my first nail art this month hehehe...
october I got a visitation from my international friend whom I met last august. so after I hung out with kak tika, I visited her in her hotel. I spent a lot of my social energy! last month, right after graduation I got an interview invitation for volunteering in a Coldplay Jakarta concert, and I just got accepted Alhamdulillah! I also got a wedding invitation from one of my friend I met during international seminar last august, and guess what, IT WAS MY OPPORTUNITY TO MEET MY CRUSH BECAUSE THEY ARE IN THE SAME CITY AND HE GOT INVITED OMG CAN'T WAIT TO SPEND FEW DAYS WITH HIM AAAA!!!!! I went to Bandung at the end of this month for my friend's graduation. actually my other international friend was visiting Bandung as well and we planned to meet, but I didn't make it since her schedule was different from my friend's graduation schedule.
november I went to Malang for my brother's graduation, and I just got sick, physically and mentally exhausted. I felt so tired and was thinking of canceling Coldplay Jakarta volunteering. BUT RIGHT AFTER I CANCEL EVERYTHING (train back and forth & room), another volunteer just told me we would get free entry and I had to rebook everything with doubled price SAD! this month was also my birthday, where I got a Taylor Swift Eras Tour movie ticket and a big cake as a gift from my brother. I'M BEYOND HAPPY AND GRATEFUL! I flew to Malay for the trip I had planned before. I met 2 guys from an international seminar last august. the first guy I met, he really knew how to treat girls like me. after 2 days in this 1st guy town, I flew to the second guy town which is my crush OMG OMG OMG!!!
december MY CRUSH HAS A GIRLFRIEND WTH WHY HE TOLD ME SHE IS HIS FRIEND AND I KNEW IT FROM OTHER PERSON! OMG MY FIRST HEARTBREAK THIS YEAR. this feels like Elle Woods' disappointment right after she figured out Warner had engaged while she was in Law School just for him. like, he was my crush yesterday but it faded now in a blink of an eye. but his gf is just so pretty, older than me, and just incomparable. OMG I WAS FEELING SO BLUE! but I still have a lot of things to be grateful for, I got accepted as a lecturer after a long process of recruitment for example. also, we had family trip for new year in another state hehehe... Alhamdulillah because Allah had given me a chance to be happy among the blues. 
see... there were a lot of things that happened during my 2023. and I have some list of people I'm grateful for during my 2023 because they have contributed themselves to my life.
-Casp, for telling me about Loklok -Darm, for telling me about Undercover game -Radh, for telling me to keep writing and journaling -Kak Tik for telling me about the job I am gaining now -Kak Ro for bringing me manicure pedicure for the first time -Kak Tiq who makes me realize beauty is to fight for -Akil & Kak Thir for telling me to see good side of everything -Akil (again) for making me feel so loved -Mand & Silv for giving me first nail art
I see a lot of chances I can do and gain for my 2024. I hope 2024 will be brighter and better. May Allah ease everything we have planned. Ameen... 
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TASK 1 - The story of Philipp Dettmer (Nutshell Animations)
Philipp Dettmer was born on 21 January 1986 in Munich, Germany. In 2002, at 15, he dropped out of high school. Philipp was bad at school and was only interested in doing drugs and playing video games But an old history teacher inspired him to study and helped him to get a high school degree in 2006.
In 2007, Philipp completed his German Civilian Service and later, he studied for a history degree. In 2009, he joined Munich University of Applied Sciences in Munich to study for a Bachelor of Arts (BA) degree in Communications Design and he graduated in 2013.In June 2010, Philipp founded Philipp Dettmer Information Design in Munich and this lasted until September 2013.
While studying at university, Philipp was focused on infographics and used to design them and wanted to make a career in it. But later, he realised that no matter how attractive the infographics are, people don’t spend enough time with them and the infographics don’t help people understand much. This disillusionment made Philipp depressed.
Around that time in 2010 and 2011, Philipp observed the birth of many science and educational YouTube channels like CGP Grey, Veritasium, minutephysics, etc.
He started watching the videos of all these YouTube channels for entertainment. Then, Philipp came across the CrashCourse YouTube channel run by the brothers, Hank & John Green. He was amazed by their novel concept of animation videos and realised that those videos were very effective and engaging.
Philipp was also attracted towards the script writing, explanation process and writings of John Green. So, he too decided to produce an animation video.
During his final year at university, Philipp decided to make an explainer video for his bachelor thesis but never in his life before he has done animation or written a script and also, he wasn’t a good illustrator. Only after struggling for three months, he was able to make an animation video.
After finishing his college, Philipp wanted to upload his animation video onto the internet and so he decided to create a YouTube channel and upload his video onto it. So, he started his YouTube channel by the name Kurzgesagt – In a Nutshell on 10 July 2013. Kurzgesagt in German means in short or in a nutshell.
Philipp’s first video titled- “How Evolution works” initially didn’t gain any traction as it received only a thousand views in a few days. During that time, apart from working on his YouTube channel, he was also working as a freelancer and was working to get his book published.
Soon as Philipp didn’t have any clients for working as a freelancer and as he was interested in the video production process, he along with one of his friends decided to produce a couple of videos for his YouTube channel.
From June 2010 to September 2015, he worked as an independent information designer.
Philipp’s second video titled- “The Solar System — our home in space” took three months to produce and was a lot of work but he loved the process. The video was published on 22 August 2013 and received around 8000 views after a few days and this made him very happy.
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Current PhD Enquiry (Mock before final edits)
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I’m uploading this enquiry here to prove I am currently planning my PhD and am hoping to submit my enquiry this coming Monday (this was written on a Saturday), so I’ll just show the details I am submitting and what I am intending on using to get the ball rolling, after all, this is quite serious for me so I don’t want to not evidence where I started and hopefully I can have something written as a full application by the end of September, if they want my work.
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TOP DETAILS OF THE ENQUIRY PAGE
Starting Date: FEBRUARY 2023
(MAX 500 WORDS – Submit at this link = https://www.bcu.ac.uk/media/contact-us/contact-the-phd-admissions-team   
 Your highest academic qualification and grade/expected grade  (required):
I am Currently studying a Ma in Fine Art and am expected to get a 1st.
 What attracted you to Birmingham City University as a potential doctoral student?:
I have studied both a Ba (2:1) and Ma (expecting a 1st) in Fine Art at the School of Art at Margaret street and am now wanting to finish my education with a PhD in Art and Design due to the accessibility of BCU as an institution which promotes independent learning. (still needs more of a clear reason)
 Do you have a potential supervisor in mind for your research project?:
Theo Reeves-Evison (Art Activisms)
(Why I picked Theo, was based on his area of expertise:
Critical and Cultural Theory
Environmental Philosophy
Ethics and Aesthetics in Contemporary Art
Speculation, fiction, and fabulation in art and visual culture.
Psychoanalysis and Schizoanalysis (in particular the work of Jacques Lacan and Felix Guattari)
 What is your proposed funding model (eg. self funded)?  (required):
A Doctoral Loan from Student Finance England
 Please provide a link to your work if applicable:
https://deoffalmaldoror.wixsite.com/deoffal-maldoror
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THE ACTUAL ENQUIRY IN IT’S CURRENT STATE:
I am looking to a study a PhD (starting in February 2023) wherein I want to write a thesis that further develops my current practice focus on the value of horror as medium within artistic and philosophical discourse as a contemporary academic.
For the PhD and through my practice (Deoffal Maldoror is my alias) as a dark surrealism portraitist, my focus is about taking contemporary horror artistry and literature out of the occult and into the realm of mainstream discord, and away from its lacklustre representation in the cultural zeitgeist.
My current working title for this project would be: In The Sleep of Reason, A treatise on Horror and Pessimistic Iconography. The current draft of my research question would be: What can horror as an allegorical tool for philosophical interrogation tell us about contemporary cynicism in the post-modern era?
I founded my current focus during the peak of the Covid Pandemic, wherein Deoffal was created as the natural reaction to living in a world that exists in unending paranoia and societal decadence. My work studies the transgressive, taboo and occultic and wishes to challenge the sensible and ideal as a contemporary form of artist response through pessimism as cynicism.
My research influences literary wise are of both quasi-philosophical fiction and academic writers, such as Algernon Blackwood, H.P. Lovecraft, Arthur Schopenhauer and Eugene Thacker. In particular, the contemporary works of Eugene Thacker, they are concerned with reading philosophical works as speculative fiction, and vice versa. In turn, reading the works of figures like H.P. Lovecraft as philosophical interrogations on universal subjects, like the unknown, nothingness, nihilism and the Anthropocene. This intersects well with my primary artistic influences such as Francisco De Goya, Gustave Dore, Max Ernst, Francis Bacon, Junji Ito and Suehiro Maruo, all concerned with questioning the sensible and conventional, another important motif of the horror medium.
My research would primarily discuss the intrinsic psychological and evolutionary interests we have when confronting/debating the morbid, taboo and pessimistic, as best experimented with in the horror medium itself. I am also concerned with debating why this discourse doesn’t deserve to be treated as a lesser form of academic interrogation when compared to its more blindly ideal counterparts. This will be done by intersecting and referencing relevant art of all medias with timeless and current philosophical concepts, to both ground my work in critical theory as well as in a high art context. My research would also attempt to negotiate as to how contemporary horror media is the natural reaction to a world that is struggling with its own post-modernity/nihilism.
Pessimism is an important motif within this research, as its often thrown to the wayside because it asks us to consider alternatives and questions that have no mercy for humanities self-imposed significance in the face of the abhuman and darkly surreal. So, writing about pessimism in a way that promotes its positive influence on critically important and emerging artists in current times and historically, while also encouraging academically, critical thinking and response even in an art context is something my PhD would strive for.
It’s important to the future of discourse that doubt and cynicism as cultural criticism are still able to cut through the surface level and the idealism of the status quo, for the benefit of creating deeper monologues on the Anthropocene and the human condition through the lens of a less than merciful perspective.
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FURTHER NOTES TO FINISH:
So the final edit would need to simplified and more connected to my intended supervisor, but other than that, it’s currently too long and maybe a little too rambly which is nothing new for my practice but not something I want as a first impression for setting up of my PhD. I’ll post the final version once that is edited down and sounds more like a research proposal really, write now it sounds like a minor lecture as a profile of myself rather than a clear elevator pitch, which it should be just to sell them on my work and it’s potential. 
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You asked for meetcute prompts, so how about Joe's internet stops working but he's expecting an important email or needs to download something so he can work offline and so goes to his neighbour to ask if he can use his wifi real quick, and ends up just staying there all day because his neighbour is a hot Italian.
Because my internet has been broken since yesterday and I had to go to the office to work today, and really could have done with a sexy neighbour with wifi instead.
'Oh no-no no no no no,' Joe chanted, looking frantically between his router and the cheerful little dinosaur on his screen informing him the wifi he'd paid an outrageous sum of money to have installed the day before he moved into his new flat was no longer working.
In the tiny oasis he'd carved between moving boxes and wrapped up furniture, just a rug and his laptop and the final handwritten edits of his thesis, Joe pressed his hands to his cheeks and fought against the sudden and consuming need to cry.
This couldn't be happening. Not with half an hour to go before the deadline. It was some cruel cosmic joke, that the wifi had worked perfectly when all he'd asked it to do was keep spotify running as he moved his boxes in, only to give up the second he truly needed it.
Joe ground the heels of his hands into his eyes and breathed. He'd already tried restarting the router, twice, but maybe the third time would be the charm? Maybe he could--
Someone knocked on the door. For a moment, Joe considered ignoring it. Time was running away from him, he needed to focus.
The tiny pixel dinosaur blinked at him from the useless brick of his laptop, and Joe heaved himself to his feet, putting space between himself and it before he did something he'd truly regret.
'Ah-' the man at Joe's front door stepped back in surprise when Joe yanked it open. He hadn't been particularly close, but Joe supposed he had been quite brisk in opening the door. 'Hello. I'm Nicky.'
Joe blinked at him. In less fraught circumstances he would have had very different thoughts about Nicky's face. Right now however, all he could manage was confusion.
'Can I help you?' Joe managed, struggling to force an expression of polite interest onto his face. He could feel eye twitch, but hoped it would come across as some kind of charming affectation. From the look on Nicky's face, he wasn't particularly successful.
'I'm sorry to bother you,' Nicky said, still looking at him strangely. Joe couldn't blame him. 'I saw you moving in as I was leaving earlier, but couldn't stop. I just wanted to offer my assistance, should you need it, in getting settled.'
That was... unexpected. Sweet. Somewhat useless at the moment, but very nice.
'That's kind of you,' Joe said on a sigh, pushing his hand into his hair to rub at his scalp. Nicky watched the movement of his hand, and Joe wondered just how wild his curls had gotten to attract a stranger's attention like that. 'I would be grateful for some help later, probably, but I'm having a bit of a crisis at the moment and I can't even begin to think about moving in.'
'A crisis?' asked Nicky, looking away from Joe's hair sharply. Joe hadn't realised how intense Nicky's grey eyes were until he was looking directly into them. 'Are you sure there's nothing I can do?'
Joe laughed, a horrible little pained sound.
'Unless you happen to be a genius when it comes to fixing wifi, I think I'm out of luck.'
Nicky clicked his tongue sympathetically, and nodded.
'It is a nightmare when it rains,' said Nicky, like that was a completely normal thing to say when someone tells you their wifi is broken.
'Rain?' Joe hadn't even noticed, but with his attention drawn to it, suddenly all he could hear was the clatter of rain against the windows.
'It breaks the wifi in the building. Something to do with the copper wires, I don't truly understand,' Nicky said, smiling very slightly. 'I can help though, I think.'
'You can fix it?' asked Joe, seizing on the one part of the conversation he had the brain space to process.
'Not fix it, no,' said Nicky, but he continued speaking before disappointment could fully choke Joe. 'But it happens enough that my friend gave me a.. a... thing. I do not remember what he called it. It gives wifi, but not wifi like you get from the phone line? For short times only.'
It was like hearing his baba try to explain something technical, Joe couldn't help but smile at him.
'A dongle?' Joe suggested, feeling his smile grow wider when Nicky shrugged his shoulders. They were very broad shoulders, Joe noticed distantly.
'As you say. If you need it, you are welcome to use it? I only live one floor up.'
'Are you serious?' asked Joe, already halfway back into his flat to throw his things together. Nicky laughed from the doorway.
'Perfectly.'
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CLOSE TO YOU || ONE.
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SUMMARY. You and Jaehyun have been dancing around each other for years, never finding the courage to speak up on your feelings. But here’s the problem: you and Jaehyun aren’t friends nor acquaintances, you’re two complete strangers who share nothing but several undergraduate classes and a strong, drawn connection. 
— you’re both strangers until you’re not. 
GENRE. fluff | angst | orange!au | strangers to lovers!au | college!au | lots of… pining 
WORD COUNT. 10k+ words
warnings. mentions of death, blood, and lots of swearing
author’s note. ever wondered how things would be if it was the other way around? where jaehyun got the letters instead of y/n? i have. so here’s my take. happy reading~
BEFORE YOU CONTINUE READING remember this legend:
bold text represents text from jaehyun’s letters from another parallel world,
“Dialect in italicized.” text is what is happening in another parallel world
playlist. (they long to be) close to you by the carpenters | try again by d.ear and jaehyun | make your day by nct 127 | feelings by lauv | in the fall by hwasa and woogie
taglist: @justineasian @ketyscott @jaehyunnie77 @thoreeo @komoruarchives @midjung @keemburley @sista7-7 @aespaism @fluffyjaes @chenlesdeathglare @painted-hills @reallythoughtfulwizard @sprngfeverr @ppeachyttae @yoonohing @canicallyounana @dearyuno @wayvexo @the-universe-in-you-jjh @aerocityy @guiltyversion @sunshinein17 @lauraneuuh @back2ujae @hwangful @doievoir @jaemdonuts @minsugammadex @subhyuck @luvemme @yongflm @mcu-incorrect @ukiyoneo @billiondollarworth @seventeeneration @kravitee @daeqal @divinekhate @donutswithjaminthemiddle​ @sourirensoleille @tobiobb​ @sehunniepotwrites​ @sibehpoor​ (note: some of the tags aren’t working!)
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October 2021:
Undergraduate studies is nothing but a huge sigh. Frustrated sighs when your group members finish their assigned parts right before the due time of 11:59 pm, sad sighs when you walk out of the exam room after a brutal term test that made you want to fling yourself into the depths of nowhere, and a sigh of relief when somehow things turn out better than you initially expected. But you’re in your third year of your undergraduate studies and those frustrated and sad sighs turn into happy sighs because you just can’t wait to get out of this hell hole. You just can’t wait to graduate next year, hang up your college diploma somewhere in the living room so that your parents have something good to look at when they’re having a cup of coffee, and find a stable job that pays enough money for you to finally move out—
Sigh. Your thoughts are cut short when your best friend, Jungwoo, lets out a tiring sigh. Glancing at him with a questioning look, he adjusts his round glasses that slid down his nose before pouting at you. He turns his laptop so that you could get a good look at the screen. “Look at him. He’s literally just eating in front of a camera and he’s earning far much more money than what I’m earning at my internship. Should I just quit my internship and eat in front of a camera instead—”
“We’re literally a year away from graduating, Jungwoo.” You remind him, patting his fluffy ash brown hair. “Just hold on a bit longer and we’ll finally be able to get that good money we’ve dreamt of earning, move out of our homes, move in together, and live the best fucking life we wanted—”
“But Y/N, that’s a long way to go—”
“And you think taking shortcuts like eating in front of a camera and uploading it to YouTube would be the easy path to our dreams?” You raise an eyebrow. He frowns. “Short term? Sure. But long term? Absolutely not. Now, go and finish your thesis before I whack you in the head with my textbook.”
“You wouldn’t do that to me.” Jungwoo sticks his tongue out at you. “You love me. I’m your best friend.”
You’re grabbing your textbook and five seconds away from whacking his face with it. “You’re such a spoiled brat—” But you don’t. Your eyes land on a familiar guy shooting some hoops at the basketball court. You have a long attention span, but when it came to him—
“Just say hi or something.” Jungwoo seems to notice who you’re exactly looking at. You gently place down your textbook. “Jaehyun’s not that scary or intimidating. In fact, he’s the complete opposite. You’re just too fucking introverted and shy to do it—”
“I am not.”
“You are.” Jungwoo smirks. “I must say though, you have such great taste. Jaehyun is such a refined man, so beautiful and handsome. No wonder all the girls in his program find every opportunity to make themselves known to him.”
“And that is exactly why I won’t introduce myself to him.” You shake your head. “Do I want him to know who I am? Yes. Do I want to befriend him? Of course. But do I want to be like all those other girls? No. Absolutely not.”
“But the both of you are literally just dancing around each other!” Jungwoo exclaims. “And I’m your best friend, I am the key to connecting the two of you together. You should be using me to your advantage, Y/N.”
Jungwoo has a good point. Jaehyun and Jungwoo have been close friends since high school, and you had just met and gotten close with Jungwoo ever since freshman year of college. You would assume that you and Jaehyun would be close friends too, but surprisingly, you’re not. If you and Jaehyun were to become friends, it would be because of Jungwoo. Befriending Jaehyun would be simple, in fact, you had the upperhand in comparison to all the other girls in your program that find every opportunity to make themselves known to him.
“But I don’t want to use you, Jungwoo—”
“You should, though—”
“I want to meet him naturally—”
“You literally share six classes with him this year, and you even shared your entire first and second year classes with him. Third year was a different story. But three years, Y/N. Three! And you’re telling me that you want to meet him naturally?” Jungwoo huffs out with disbelief. “I get it, Y/N. You have the biggest crush on my best friend Jaehyun and you don’t know what to do about it—”
“If you put it that way, it makes me seem like I’m hopelessly in love with someone I barely even know—”
“Because it is what it seems.” He chuckles. “If you don’t befriend him by the end of this year, all your opportunities have gone to waste and I would be very much disappointed in you, Y/N. You had so many chances. You even have me.”
It’s your turn to sigh. You’re not sure how to describe this sigh. You’re sighing because you want to meet him naturally, become his friend, have late night talks with him, maybe grab coffee with him. But you’re also sighing because you just don’t have the confidence or bravery to even step outside the boundaries of being a stranger. 
Jungwoo stares at you as you continue to look conflicted. He always wonders what goes on in that head of yours. But the one thing that he’s sure of is that you have a dense skull. You’re too oblivious. Your phone begins to ring, bringing you back to reality. Jungwoo tears his gaze away from you and somehow, his eyes land on Jaehyun. Coincidentally, Jungwoo catches Jaehyun sneaking a glance at you from across the campus field. 
He’s in the middle of it all. His two close friends are dancing around each other and have been for years, never finding the courage to speak up on your feelings. Jungwoo’s sure that you’re both aware of the unexplainable connection you both share. He wants to believe that fate has its own timing for the two of you, and you will eventually cross paths the way you’re destined to. But at the same time, he can’t help but grow frustrated seeing the both of you try to communicate with lingering gazes. 
How much longer will he continue to watch his two close friends pine after each other? He’s not sure. 
Will it happen eventually? Now that is something he’s 100% sure of. 
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November 2021:
“Highest mark in the class yet again, Y/N.”
You get your term assignment back from your professor, who’s beaming at you with his pearly white teeth. Too consumed and occupied by the 100 written in large red Sharpie ink, a small smile begins to play across your lips. Skimming through the papers of your assignment, you read the positive comments and feedback your professor, Professor Kim, had left. 
Being an architect was something you had dreamt of becoming. In fact, your father’s an architect, so it made sense that you inherited the same passion he had for it. Stopping in your tracks just before you reach the steps leading to your seat in the middle of the auditorium, you sense someone staring at you and you look up from your paper. Your eyes meet a familiar pair. 
Jaehyun knows for a fact that his ears are red. Really red. Eyebrows slightly raised in surprise, he’s the first to look away from you, settling his gaze on his laptop screen with a blank Word document. His heart is beating incredibly fast and it takes him minutes to even realize that he’s just blankly staring at his laptop screen. After giving it a couple of seconds, he slowly looks up from his laptop screen to find you sitting at your seat with your back facing him, looking through your assignment. 
“J-Jaehyun?” It’s a small, shy voice. He tears his gaze away from you. He’s face-to-face with a girl he didn’t even know was in his class. She has her notebook open, hesitantly extended out towards him. She bites her lip nervously. “I don’t understand the concept Professor Kim explained yesterday. Do you mind explaining it to me?”
Your ears perk up at the sound of a woman’s voice calling out Jaehyun’s name. You bite your lip, muting out their conversation that you can hear from metres away. It’s times like these where you wish you had the courage and bravery to approach Jaehyun. Other girls make it look so easy while you experience nothing but an internal fight with your shy and introverted self.  
You’ve always wondered if Jaehyun ever felt drawn to you, because you sure feel drawn to him. It’s an unexplainable feeling. Whenever you would steal a glance, he would already be looking at you. Often you’d quickly play it off, pretend like you were looking at the person behind him, or look at the floor for something you accidentally dropped. Your heart would beat faster than horsepower and you were afraid that your heart would thump out of your chest. You wonder if he feels what you feel. You wonder… because that’s all you could possibly do. 
“Now, we’re reaching the end of the term, as you all are aware.” Professor Kim announces after handing back everyone’s assignment. The whole auditorium erupts into loud groans and tired sighs, but Professor Kim’s eyes meet your curious ones and he breaks out into a smile. He pulls up a PowerPoint presentation on the projected screen and clasps his hands together. “I know I just handed you back your term assignments but I figured assigning your final assignment due in three months would be a great idea to give you all a head start.”
Looking up at the presentation, you see the words ‘sweet escape’ and ‘sweet home’ plastered at the top of the PowerPoint slide. Right underneath are the instructions of the final assignment. Someone beside you nudges your shoulder, handing you a pile of assignment instruction copies. Taking one for yourself and passing the pile to the person beside you, your eyes remain glued to the presentation.
“Your final assignment will be worth thirty percent of your final mark in this class.” Professor Kim continues to explain. “The assignment is simple; you and your partner will construct—along with the mathematical calculations, of course—a building that represents your vision of sweet escape or sweet home.”
“Partner?” You mumble to yourself. Everyone around you are already whispering to their friends, asking if they want to be partners for this project. Meanwhile, you’re having trouble thinking of someone you could partner up with. Your eyes search for Wendy, who sits in the front row, but she’s already talking to Seulgi who sits right next to her. You glance at Sicheng, who’s sitting two rows ahead of you, but he’s already talking to Ten. You sigh. They’re your only friends in this class.
“Before you all start picking partners, I hate to break it to you but I have already assigned everyone to a partner.” Everyone groans. Professor Kim shrugs his shoulders. “I assigned partners based on their overall performance in the course so far. If you were doing well, you were most likely partnered up with someone who’s doing just as well as you. There’s nothing to worry about. If there are any issues with partners, you know you can always let me know. There’s a reason why I have office hours.”
You let out a sigh of relief. Professor Kim switches to the slide with the list of names and their assigned partners. Your eyes scan the long list for your name, and right when you find your name, your eyes read your assigned partner’s name typed right next to yours. 
Jeong Jaehyun. “J-Jeong Jaehyun?” You mumble to yourself. Gulping nervously, you glance at Professor Kim, who flashes you a grin. This was definitely planned by Professor Kim. Although you consider yourself one of his favourites in the course, you knew that it would have its consequences… such as situations like these. He probably knows the tension you have with Jaehyun and figured pairing you up will allow the tension to dissipate into thin air. You’re not sure if having an assigned partner would be a sigh of relief anymore, it’s just a fast-beating, nervous heart.
“The main thing I will be focusing on for the marking of this assignment is whether it promotes green architecture; sustainability. I’m also looking for creativity, I want your sweet escape to reflect the personalities of both you and your partner combined. I don’t want some half-assed building that I’ve already seen on my way to campus. Does everyone understand?”
“Does he want some futuristic building or some shit?” One of your peers mutters underneath their breath.
“I will add more office hours specifically for this final assignment.” Professor Kim looks down at his watch. He has five more minutes to speak before class is over. “After I dismiss you from this class, please get in touch with your assigned partners, I’m sure you all took a picture of the slide with your names. If not, I will post the list on the discussion board. And with that, class has ended.”
It is a couple of minutes after the class is dismissed when you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You look over your shoulder to see Jaehyun flashing you a small smile and a slight wave of his hand. Straightening up your posture, you abruptly stand on your two feet, looking quite bewildered by his sudden presence. You probably looked insane, but you were just really nervous. He scratches the back of his neck, barely uttering out a word. You stand there, awkwardly, watching him silently reach into the pocket of his jean jacket for his phone. He’s hesitantly handing you his phone.
“It seems we’re assigned together for this project.” He begins. He’s speaking ever so softly, his voice flowing gently and slowly like sweet honey. You gawk at him. “Can I get your number so that we can arrange a schedule to work on the project?”
Your eyes trail down to his phone and you gently grab it from him. Jaehyun can’t even look at you directly. Whenever you’re metres away or across the room or far off into the distance, Jaehyun can look straight at you. But why is it that when you’re standing right in front of him, face-to-face, he can’t look at you? Why does he feel shy—
“Uh—Your phone—It’s locked.” You stammer. 
His eyebrows raise. “Ah, sorry about that.” 
You fiddle with your fingers and bite the inside of your cheek as he enters his passcode to unlock his phone. Handing his phone back to you, you input your phone number and name before returning it to him. 
“T-Thanks.” He says nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m Jaehyun, by the way.”
“I know—I mean—” You clamp your mouth shut. You’re doing too much damage. Where’s the damage control? “I’m Y/N.”
He stares at you for a brief moment before breaking out into a huge smile. “I know.”
Before you could utter out a word or a simple ‘nice to meet you’, Jaehyun’s already rushing out the door. Jaehyun just knows that his ears are extremely red because his cheeks feel warm. Just before he reaches the door, he halts in his steps to look at you one last time. You’re standing there, speechless.
“Hey, Y/N?” He calls out to you, snapping you out of your trance. 
You spot Jaehyun standing at the door, gripping onto the strap of his backpack. He smiles. Maybe this was the start of something new. Maybe this was a new beginning to a new friendship. “Yes, Jaehyun?”
“It’s nice to have finally met you.”
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At your first study session, Jaehyun arrives at the cafe ten minutes earlier than you. He picks a booth near the window, looking out of it every now and then in case he catches you arriving. His order of two iced coffees arrive at the booth, minutes before you walk into the cafe. You’re dressed up in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans, hair tied up into a low, messy bun and a denim jacket to keep you warm from the chilly weather. Entering the cafe, you’re hit with the strong aroma of coffee beans and espresso, a small smile lingering across your lips. Your eyes search around the cafe until you hear a familiar voice call out your name. Sitting at the far end of the cafe, Jaehyun waves you over and holds up two iced coffee drinks in both hands.
Heart racing, stomach filled with butterflies, clammy hands, saying you weren’t nervous would be an understatement. You were so nervous that you spent the entire night thinking about it, falling asleep an hour before your alarm clock set off. You snoozed your alarm clock many times this morning and because of it, you were running late.
Dear Jaehyun,
With hesitant steps, you find yourself heading to the booth, gripping tightly onto the strap of your tote bag. “Hey—”
Remember me? I am you from the future. 
Today, Y/N will run late to your work session. I’m sure you already made up your mind about getting her iced coffee. That’s a good idea. 
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I got you iced coffee.” His expression is bright, so bashful that you look at him with raised eyebrows, in awe. When you take too long to formulate a response, his bright eyes turn worried and he begins to panic. “I hope you like iced coffee but—if you don’t like it, I can always get you a different drink—”
Iced coffee with three pumps of caramel is her favourite. 
“Oh, no!” You blurt out after coming to your senses. “I—I love iced coffee! You’re fine. Thank you, I was just a bit taken aback because you didn’t need to get me anything, I feel bad for arriving late too—”
Tell her that she’s not late and that you’re just too early.
“No worries.” His face softens. “And you’re not late. I’m just too early.”
Settling down in the seat across from him, you pull out your things. Jaehyun watches you from behind his laptop screen. Jaehyun’s noticed many little things about you. You’re left-handed, you always have your hair up in a messy bun or ponytail, you fiddle with your fingers when you're nervous, and you bite your straws when you’re halfway done with your drink. 
“Shall we get started?” His eyebrows raise. You’re looking directly into his eyes. 
He nods his head. “S-Sure.”
But there are many things he has noticed about you that no one else has. 
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“Thanks for the coffee.”
You and Jaehyun have been productive all afternoon, creating a plan along with its respective deadlines to follow. Never would you have imagined closing the distance between you and Jaehyun. Whenever you would try to reach out to him, he would be twenty steps away. But standing next to each other like this, arms gently brushing against each other, unspoken thoughts, you’ll be more than satisfied. You just hope that your unspoken thoughts are somehow heard by him. 
“Do you always take this bus route home?” He questions out of nowhere. She always has. 
You slowly nod your head in reply. “Always. Do you?” You don’t.
He tilts his head in confusion. “That’s quite odd.” 
“What’s odd?” In fact, you live on the other side of her bus route. 
“I always take this bus route home too.” He begins to explain. “It’s odd that we’ve become friends now rather than years ago. It seems that there were many chances for our paths to cross.”
Jaehyun had a point. You always knew Jaehyun took this bus route going home. You would always sit in the back of the bus on days where afternoons weren’t busy and he would always stand near the front, helping the elderly get to their seat. As a spectator and observer, those were one of the many things you admired about Jaehyun. You and Jaehyun have shared many classes throughout your undergrad years, but you would always sit far from him, sitting behind him was ideal, because it gave you the chance to admire him from afar. There were many chances for your paths to cross, and you fear that you would let it drag on until you’re too late. 
The bus arrives and surprisingly, it’s not full. There are many empty seats available. Tapping your card against the card reader, you head straight to the back of the bus, plopping your butt down on one of the empty seats. Jaehyun follows suit, taking the empty seat right next to yours. Your breath hitches in your throat and you distract yourself by looking outside the window. The bus begins to move on its route.
“What’s your favourite colour?” He asks out of nowhere.
You raise an eyebrow. “Blue.”
Suddenly, he pulls out a set of earphones and plugs it into his phone, handing you one of them. You look at him, doe-eyed and hesitant. He senses your hesitancy and places the earphone into your ear himself, flashing you a warm smile. “It’s a long ride.”
And indeed, it is a long ride. Fourteen stops in, Jaehyun finally hits the stop request button. He’s slinging his bag over his shoulder, slowly getting up from his seat and waving goodbye. “This is me.”
You nod. “I’ll see you when I see you.”
Just as he’s about to get off, he gives you one last glance and calls out your name. You tear your gaze away from the window to look at him. “Text me when you get home safely.”
You chuckle. “Yes, sir.”
“I’ll be waiting for your text,” he says. “See you, Y/N.”
Jaehyun hops off of the bus and stands in the waiting shed, watching the bus drive away. As the bus gets smaller and smaller, he blows a raspberry, crossing the road. When he’s finally on the opposite side of the road, he heads to the waiting shed for a bus that’ll take him back to where he came from.
No matter what, always take the bus home with Y/N.
No matter what.
You let out a tiring sigh, yawning right after. Stretching out your arms, you get up from your seat to get off at the next stop. Out the window, apartments and buildings slowly transform into parking lots and a hospital. 
“Next stop, Seoul National Health Network.”
You request the bus to stop.
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On the bus ride back to where he came from, Jaehyun takes the seat at the back of the bus. The bus is quite empty this afternoon, with a couple of elderly people sitting near the front and a couple of high school students occupying the seats in the middle. Jaehyun zips one of his backpack pockets open, pulling out an envelope. Written on the envelope is his name with the handwriting itself identical to his own. Opening the envelope, he pulls out a letter. It’s a tear-stained letter, with some of the ink smudging because of it. But it’s a letter written from him, his future self. 
Dear Jaehyun,
Remember me? I am you. You are me. The only difference is time. I am you from the future.
Since this is the first time you’ll be taking the bus home with Y/N, I figured I would give you the reasons why in advance. You’re probably curious as to why you need to fulfill such an odd request. But it’s more than just a simple, odd request. I want you to remember a date.
May 26th, 2022. 
On this day, no matter what, I want you to take the bus home with Y/N. Even better, I want you to get off at the same stop as her. On May 26th, 2022, Y/N got into a car accident. Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to make it and passed away because her body succumbed to her fatal injuries. It might be difficult to even imagine a world without Y/N, but it happened. 
As I write you this letter, I’ll be paying her a visit at the cemetery with Jungwoo. As I write you this letter, I’m doing this as a means to cope with it, where I would imagine a parallel world where we both exist and no one leaves the other behind. I imagine a parallel world where Y/N doesn’t pass away, where I am able to save her, where I am able to tell her how I feel.
As you can tell, I have many regrets. But I’ll get into those regrets later, not today.
No matter what, always take the bus home with Y/N.
No matter what.
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The next time Jaehyun sees you, you’re pushing the book carts down the aisles of the campus library. He sets his things down on one of the empty study tables, his feet having a mind of its own and taking steps closer to you. He’s at least three metres away when you stop at aisle 12, grabbing a couple of books from the cart. Jaehyun shoves his hands into his pockets, walking down the aisle. He’s surprised you haven’t sensed his presence yet, you’re too occupied with your task. He clears his throat, almost a bit too loudly that you jump in your spot, completely startled.
He smiles when his eyes meet your widened ones. You almost burst out into a fit of giggles, but you stop yourself and instead, hush him. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to do some research for our project,” he whispers. “Are you here for your shift?”
You let out a tired yawn, nodding your head in reply. “Correct.”
Getting back to work, you place one of the books onto the shelf, walking back to the book cart to return more books in the same aisle. From the corner of your eye, you see Jaehyun stand next to you at the book cart, picking up some books for himself. Looking up at him, you raise an eyebrow questioningly. Silence. He shrugs his shoulders, placing some of the books back in its respective shelves. You stand there, mouth agape. 
“Jaehyun, I don’t want to burden you, I can do it—” 
“Let me—” He insists but you’re reaching out to take the books away from him. His grip on the books tighten when you tug them back.
“No, I’ll get in trouble—” You cut him off, but he sticks out his tongue at you.
“I want to help you. There’s a difference.” It’s enough for you to give up. “Besides, you can’t get in trouble, I volunteered to help you. You didn’t force me to, right?”
You frown. “Fine. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.”
Jaehyun stares at you as you continue to do your job, placing returned books on their shelves. An idea pops up in Jaehyun’s head and he’s quickly putting away the books he has in his hands. You’re so busy that you barely notice Jaehyun leaves you all alone in the aisle to finish your job. It is when you’re ready to move onto the next aisle when you realize that Jaehyun has already left. Walking through the library with your book cart, you stop in your tracks when you see Jaehyun’s things sitting on top of one of the tables. 
Dear Jaehyun,
November 23rd, 2021. I want you to go study at the library. I know you have basketball practice, but screw it, practice can wait. I want you to arrive late to basketball practice and if Coach asks you why, just tell him you had a family emergency.
When you arrive at the library, you will find Y/N working her shift. She will be pushing a huge cart filled with returned books. She may seem like she’s doing alright, her smile may seem bright. But that day, she was putting up a front. 
That day, she received bad news. Eventually, I will tell you what really happened but now’s not the time. That day, Y/N wasn’t scheduled to work but because she received bad news, she picked up a shift to distract herself. She’s not doing okay and therefore, this is what I want you to do.
He enters the small convenience store just outside of campus. The old lady working the cash register greets him with a warm smile, nodding her head at him. Jaehyun’s a regular at this convenience store, he would always drop by to buy some snacks on his way back home or get himself a cup of coffee to keep himself awake during library study sessions. Sometimes, he would even help the old lady put canned goods and products on the shelves she can’t reach. 
He walks to the coffee station, preparing two cups of coffee. When he finishes, he places the cups of coffee onto the counter and the old lady raises an eyebrow at him. “I’ll get these two cups of coffee.”
She punches in the price for two drinks, glancing at him and fixing her glasses that are sliding down the bridge of her nose. “That’ll be seven bucks.”
Jaehyun reaches into his pocket and he freezes. Patting his front pockets and his back pockets, he looks up at the old lady with a flustered gaze. “I forgot my wallet. I’ll be right back, I left my things at the library! I’ll come back with the payment—”
“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be on me.” She waves it off, pushing the cups of coffee towards him. “Besides, you wouldn’t want her waiting for you, right?”
“Thank you,” he smiles, but then it dawns on him. “Wait.. sorry?”
“Hurry up and take the drinks before they get cold. I’m sure you don’t want her waiting too long for you.”
Jaehyun blinks and it all starts to make sense. He feels his cheeks heat up, nodding his head and grabbing the drinks. He smiles. “Thanks again!”
He’s rushing out of the convenience store and speedwalks back to the library. At the same time, he’s making sure that the coffee doesn’t spill over. 
I want you to help her finish her job. Make her laugh. Buy her a coffee. I want you to do anything that’ll make her feel better. I want you to do something that will help carry her burdens. 
You yawn, running a hand through your hair. You still have many books to shelve. Pushing the cart down the aisle, you decide to sneak a quick glance at the table where Jaehyun placed his things. His things have disappeared, but there’s a cup of coffee sitting on top of the table. Squinting your eyes, you see your name scribbled on a post-it note that’s stuck to the cup of coffee. Walking closer to the table, indeed, your name is written on the post-it note. But written right after your name, is a small note.
Y/N,
Enjoy this cup of coffee! You looked really tired and I was concerned. Don’t overwork yourself! Don’t be so hard on yourself. Always take breaks! If you’re ever going through anything, don’t be afraid to reach out. I’ll be all ears. Anything for you! See you tomorrow!
-Jaehyun
Teary-eyed, you pick up the cup of coffee and take a quick sip. The drink is still warm. You look around the library in case Jaehyun is still there, but after searching, you’ve concluded that he’s already left. You smile, but this time, it’s a genuine smile. 
“Jaehyun, hurry up, we’re already late for basketball practice!”
You head snaps towards the window, where you spot Jaehyun rushing to Johnny’s car. Jaehyun’s struggling to throw his backpack over his shoulders, fumbling with the straps as he hops into his car. 
“Sorry, I had to do something really quickly!”
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Sounds of guys playing soccer a couple of metres away and birds chirping ring softly against his ears. The sun is hitting against his skin that’s glistening with sweat after an intense basketball practice. The next letter Jaehyun receives appears in between the pages of his textbook. It’s a short letter this time around, a few paragraphs scribbled on the piece of paper. Resting up against a tree, he pulls out the letter from its envelope and begins to read through it. 
Dear Jaehyun, 
There are many things you should know, but it’s difficult to find the perfect timing to tell you. Y/N’s passing is surely a surprise, huh? Her passing was so sudden and unexpected, tragic and unfortunate. It would be an understatement to say that I am not grieving over her absence. It’s been nine years since I last saw Y/N, her beautiful smile, her bright aura, her kind soul. There are many times where I wished she would’ve stayed here on earth a bit longer. There are many more moments where I would regret not telling her how I feel.
I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.
I want you to focus on how your heart skips a beat faster whenever you’re around Y/N.
I want you to become more aware of the wide smile you have on your face whenever you spot her or whenever she crosses your mind. You’ve never smiled that wide or bright with and for anyone else. 
I want you to keep in mind how you’ve gone out of your way or thought of going out of your way for Y/N. That is simply not something you do for just anyone. 
You’re in love with Y/N. 
I’ve been in love with Y/N the moment I laid my eyes on her in freshman year. Y/N was different from all the girls on campus. Y/N kept to herself, she had one friend and that was Jungwoo, she always strived to get the best marks, she cared for others, and she was intuitive with her emotions. Y/N was a mystery. 
The mistake I made was not telling her. 
If you ever get this letter, I want you to stop yourself from making the same mistake. I want you to tell Y/N how you feel about her. 
And you will fulfill this promise beginning with Kim Doyoung.
“Watch out!”
The moment Jaehyun looks up from his letter, a soccer ball hits him straight in the face. He groans, grabbing his face with his hands. From the impact and force of the soccer ball, Jaehyun is sure that his cheek will start bruising. He opens one eye, looking down at a pair of shoes. 
“Are you alright?” Jaehyun looks up to see a guy somewhere around his age, offering him a hand. Jaehyun slowly nods his head, letting out another groan. “Sorry about that, one of my friends was a bit too competitive. You know teenagers these days… intense, passionate, and competitive. If anything, I’ll run to the convenience store to get you some ice!”
“I’m alright, thanks.” Jaehyun winces. He takes the offered hand and gets up from the ground. “That was a good aim.”
He shares a chuckle with the stranger. “Let me take you to the convenience store to get you some ice.”
“No worries, I think I will be alright.” Jaehyun reassures him.
“I’m not taking no for an answer—”
“How will I be sure you’re not plotting my murder?” Jaehyun mumbles underneath his breath,
“I forgot to introduce myself!” The stranger exclaims. “I’m Doyoung. Kim Doyoung. I’m a new student here, I transferred into the architecture program—”
Kim… Doyoung. Jaehyun stares at him a bit longer than he should. He looks at him a bit too intensely. Doyoung’s still introducing himself and his introduction is going through one ear and out the other. It may be the minor whiplash or an incoming concussion because Jaehyun finds Doyoung quite charming and good-looking. This is who he’ll be competing with? Well… damn.
He hears his name being called out by a familiar voice that he knows oh-so well. Jaehyun! Jaehyun! 
“Jaehyun!” He tears his eyes away from Doyoung and he spots you running towards him.
“Hey… Y/N…” He says softly. He’s definitely not in his right state of mind. 
“I’m so sorry for running late. Wendy was holding me back for a couple of more minutes because she was having trouble with her assignment—” You rush over, out of breath. It takes you a couple of seconds to notice that Jaehyun’s grabbing the side of his face with his hand. A wave of concern spreads across your face. “Are you alright? What happened to you?”
Jaehyun smiles sheepishly. “Well, what happened was that—”
“One of my friends kicked the soccer ball a bit too hard that it accidentally hit him in the face—Y/N?”
“Doyoung?”
Jaehyun’s eyes dart between the two of you. You’re looking at Doyoung with eyebrows raised in surprise and eyes filled with familiarity. Doyoung mirrors your expression. He squints his eyes at Doyoung. “You guys… know each other?”
“It’s been so long! How are you?” Doyoung asks, pulling you into a hug.
You pat Doyoung’s back and chuckle. “I’m doing great! Did you get transferred here? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“So, you guys do know each other.” Jaehyun’s head is pounding. 
“I wanted to surprise you.” Doyoung smiles. Jaehyun wants to gag with disgust. Is this guy really trying to flirt with you right now? In front of him? It only makes his head hurt more. You seem oblivious of it though. 
You glance at Jaehyun. “This is my childhood friend, Kim Doyoung.”
Childhood…
Childhood friend?
Everything blurs. The world is spinning. His legs feel like jello.
“I don’t think I feel too good.”
“Are you alright—”
“Jaehyun!”
His competition is your childhood friend?
Oh, and before I forget to tell you..
Kim Doyoung is Y/N’s childhood friend. 
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December 2021: 
Hopping off of the rented tour bus, your mouth falls slightly open at the sight in front of you. From the corner of your eye, you see Jaehyun stand right next to you. He lets out a soft gasp. In front of you stands an unfinished elementary school. It’s been abandoned for quite some time, you assume, because most of it is covered with moss. The rest of the class hops off of the bus, along with Professor Kim, who begins a roll call. 
“Wow…” Jaehyun trails off. 
“Now that everyone’s here!” Professor Kim yells out. “Welcome to this semester’s class field assignment! I’m sure you all are aware of how this assignment goes because I’ve outlined it in the syllabus. But if not, I’ll give a brief summary because we don’t have much time to waste.”
“I’m excited,” you smile. “Are you?”
Jaehyun’s eyes meet yours and he nods. “Very.”
“As a class, you will all rebuild this elementary school that’s been abandoned for many years. Once it’s rebuilt, we will finally open it up to the community.” Professor Kim explains. “I have already assigned you in groups, but I have grouped you up in the same groups as your partner for your final assignment. Use this time to get to know more about your partner, see how they work, see how you both work together, and all that jazz. Am I understood?”
You and Jaehyun are assigned to rebuild one of the classrooms, along with Jungwoo and his partner Minhyuk. Somehow, Doyoung, who had just been transferred to the university and the program, was let off the hook for the final assignment, shifting most of the final assignment’s grade onto this field assignment in compensation. Oddly enough, Doyoung is assigned to your group.
“I think we should begin with a blueprint of how we want this classroom to turn out.” You suggest, placing a fresh new blueprint onto an abandoned desk. The five of you gather around the desk to  begin discussion and sharing of ideas. 
Jaehyun stares at you as you explain what you have in mind. He finds himself getting lost in your bright, passionate aura. Jaehyun’s always found you special in some sort of way. He is aware of the push and pull between the both of you. For three years, he’s been dancing around you. When other girls try to get his attention, he would find you sitting near the back or the corner of the lecture auditorium, focused on your work. When people took advantage of him and used him to get good marks or popularity, he would find you moving and working at your own pace, not a single thing bothering you. 
It would be an understatement to say that Jaehyun didn’t admire you. Romantically or not. You had your own purpose. You had your own dreams. You had your own passion. Whenever Jaehyun looked at you, that was all he could see. That’s what he admires about you the most. You don’t put up a facade, a fake personality, you are you. And there’s something about you that draws him in. But it’s the same ‘something’ that makes him pull back out of hesitancy. 
Admiring you from afar is all he could do. He’s afraid. He knows that he has some sort of feelings for you and it’s more than just admiring from afar. But there’s something that holds him back. 
He’s been admiring you for three years. He had many chances to break the distance. Jungwoo, his best friend who is also your close friend, is one of the chances to create the connection. Your shared interests and program was another. Three years of being in the same classes was another. These letters he had received from his future self had even confirmed the feelings he already had for you. Jaehyun was in no rush. But Jaehyun made it simple.
If it happens, it happens. He wanted to meet you naturally. He wanted destiny to write its own fate. 
“Jaehyun?”
He snaps out of his thoughts. The four of them are looking at him with curious gazes. When he looks at Jungwoo, Jungwoo grins and winks at him. His eyes land back on yours and you smile. God, that smile. 
“Sorry?”
You chuckle. “I was asking if you wanted to share what you had in mind before we get started on recreating this classroom.”
Doyoung, who stands right beside you, breaks his stare. His eyes meet Doyoung’s. Doyoung smiles at him innocently, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, let’s hear your ideas, Jaehyun. I’m sure you have many.”
Jaehyun laughs it off, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Well, here’s what I have in mind.”
As Jaehyun begins to sketch out his plan on the blueprint, everyone except Doyoung focuses on his sketch. Doyoung’s sweet, innocent smile begins to fade out and is replaced with squinted eyes and tightly pursed lips as he stares at Jaehyun with a look he can’t quite explain. Doyoung shifts his gaze away from Jaehyun to glance at you. You’re busy listening to Jaehyun, eyes filled with sparkle and stars whenever they’re looking at him. Doyoung holds in a sigh.
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Dear Jaehyun,
Three days into the field assignment, there is something I want you to do. It is important. Don’t mess this up.
The first thing I want you to do is ride your bike to the elementary school. Under any circumstances, do not take the bus.
There’s something off about you today. 
You trudge your way into the classroom. Everyone else has begun working on their assigned stations. Letting out a tiring yawn, you place your things down onto one of the desks before tying your hair up into a messy ponytail. It doesn’t take long until you let out another yawn. Your eyes flutter open and a cup of coffee is held right in front of your face. 
“For you.” 
Jaehyun grabs your hands and places the cup of coffee into them. He pats your pats and the top of your head before getting back to work. Standing there, in a daze, you snap out of it to look down at the cup of coffee. Familiar handwriting is written on the cup.
You can do this! We can do this! You looked like you needed this. Let’s be each other’s motivation, alright?
-Jaehyun
Looking up from the sweet note, you watch Jaehyun who’s busy taking measurements. Little did you know, Jaehyun could feel your burning stare on his back.
In advance, I want you to study the bike route going to Seoul’s National Health Network. It will come in handy. This is extremely important.
“Hey, Y/N, you wouldn’t guess who I bumped into this morning!”
Your ears perk up at Doyoung’s voice. You look at him questioningly. It takes you a moment for the dots to connect and when they do, you let out a soft gasp. “No, you’re kidding—”
“I’m not kidding.” Doyoung smiles. “Minjae is back in the city! She’s only going to be here for a couple of weeks, though. It’s part of her holiday break. Too bad we’re all stuck here working on a field assignment, huh?”
Doyoung will bring up a childhood friend that he and Y/N had known since they were kids. 
“We have a lot of childhood memories with Minjae, huh?” You chuckle, finally getting to work. You decide to help Doyoung with his duties. He nudges you gently. “Should we pay her a visit?”
They’ll plan to visit their friend. 
“We should go.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Even better, let’s go after we wrap things up today.”
No matter what…
“We definitely should. It’s been a while!” You chuckle. 
Do not let her go.
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“Are you ready to go?”
Jaehyun places his pen down and folds the letter-sized paper enough to fit in an envelope. He could feel Jungwoo’s burning stare on his back. Jaehyun seals the envelope with a few pieces of tape and before he shoves the letter into his shoulder bag, he writes down his full name on it. 
“Always.”
“I see you got her her favourite.” Jungwoo nods his head at the fresh bouquet of flowers sitting on the table. 
Jaehyun glances at the bouquet of purple lilacs. First love. He smiles. “How could I forget?”
“We should get going.” Jungwoo says as he checks his wrist watch. “We wouldn’t want her waiting, do we?”
“Do you think we could stop by a post office on the way?” Jaehyun asks.
Jungwoo looks at the envelope sitting in the front pocket of Jaehyun’s bag. A small smile begins to spread across his lips. “Have you ever wondered if a Jaehyun from another universe received your letters?”
Jaehyun shrugs his shoulders. “It’s the only way I’ll get closure, I guess.”
“Maybe in another world, another universe, Y/N is out there. While she’s not here with us right now, in this world and in this lifetime, I just hope that she’s at least somewhere out there in another world and another lifetime.”
“Me too, Jungwoo.”
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“Are you ready to go?”
You tear your gaze away from your phone that’s been vibrating a couple of times since you checked it about an hour ago. Doyoung has his things ready, gripping on the strap of his shoulder bag with one hand and the other shoved into the pocket of his black jeans. 
You nod your head. “Ready—”
A voice cuts you off. “Hey, Y/N, someone’s trying to call you.”
Jaehyun hands you your phone and you look at the incoming calls and missed texts. Your eyebrows begin to knit together with concern and Jaehyun studies you. Doyoung rolls on the balls of his feet, waiting for you to hurry up. Jaehyun watches your concerned look transform into one of panic and worry. 
“I—I have to go. I’m sorry, Doyoung, but I might have to pass on—”
“Aw, boo. It won’t take that long—” Doyoung begins, trying to find a way to convince you.
“Is it an emergency?” Jaehyun interrupts Doyoung.
You look at Jaehyun and it’s almost as if Jaehyun could read you like a book. Life has been sucked out of your eyes. Jaehyun slowly nods his head as he grabs his things. You flash Doyoung an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Doyoung—”
“Whatever it is, you should take the bus home. I can take you. I can go with you too.” Doyoung insists and Jaehyun looks down at his phone for this bus schedule.
The letters turn out true. The last bus had just left. 
“There’s no more buses for the rest of the night.” Jaehyun says softly. He turns to you. “It would be too late if you took the school bus back to campus only to take another bus.”
Your phone buzzes again. Looking down at the text message and reading it, your heart begins to race, beating faster than horsepower. “I can’t think straight.”
Now, this is where your bike will come in handy. “I brought my bike.” Jaehyun shoves his phone back into his pocket. 
Thank me later. 
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He has never pedalled this fast in his entire life. 
You have your arms wrapped around his waist as you both ride down a familiar route. It’s been about fifteen minutes since the both of you have left the field location site. Soon enough, you both reach your destination. Jaehyun slows down the bike as he gently squeezes the brake. 
Seoul National Health Network. 
There’s something you need to know, Jaehyun.
He accompanies you as you rush into the hospital. You seem to know exactly where you’re supposed to go. You head straight to the set of elevators. You know which floor to get off. You know that you have to turn two rights and a left when you get off the elevator. You know that you’re supposed to get to room 312.
Jaehyun stares at you as you barge into room 312, his eyes diverting and catching a first glimpse of an elderly woman lying down on a hospital bed. There are two nurses and a doctor standing around the hospital bed where the elderly woman is. They’re monitoring the woman’s heart monitor, barely even noticing Y/N’s arrival.
“Ah, Y/N, thank goodness! We were trying to get a hold of you for the past hour.”
“I’m so sorry. What happened to grandma? Is she alright?” Your eyes dart between the doctor and your grandmother, who’s peacefully sleeping. “Did something bad happen?”
The doctor gives you a look you can’t comprehend. You can feel your heart begin to sink into the pit of your stomach.
“Can I speak with you privately?”
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It’s been about two hours since the two of you have arrived at the hospital. It’s been about an hour since Jaehyun decided to sit outside of your grandmother’s hospital room and wait for you to come back. Right when Jaehyun’s stomach begins to growl out of hunger, he hears the door open and watches you and the doctor come out. The doctor reassuringly pats your back and dismisses himself. 
There’s something you should know about Y/N.
Your knees feel weak. Slowly looking up, your eyes filled with tears meet Jaehyun’s concerned ones. Jaehyun gets up just in time when you fall back onto the waiting bench, in complete shock. 
Whenever you take the bus home with her, she’s not really going home. Have you noticed that the bike trip to the hospital is the same route she takes to go ‘home’?
You burst out into sobs. Y/N doesn’t go home.
She goes straight to the hospital to visit her grandmother, who’s terminally ill. Jaehyun takes a seat right next to you and pulls you closer to him. He pulls you into a comforting hug, not uttering a single word and allowing you to cry it all out.
Y/N may be the happiest and brightest person you’ve ever met. But behind all the smiles and laughter, the hard work and the achievements, she does it all for her grandmother. 
She goes through it all on her own. Silently.
On this day, Y/N will find out that her grandmother only has a year left to live.
Ever since then, Y/N changed. She wasn’t the same Y/N you first met. She wasn’t the happy Y/N, the one who was carefree and looked at the brighter side of things. 
Don’t let things turn out for the worst.
“Everything will be okay.” Jaehyun whispers into your hair.
That is my biggest regret. 
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Everything feels as if it’s dragging, slowly moving along, constant but repetitive. Jaehyun missed the bus this morning, you notice, as you busy yourself by looking outside of the window. All the trees you pass by are stripped of their autumn leaves, the skies are grey and the streets are empty. It reminds you of yourself. Your grandmother’s doctor’s voice echoes in your head over and over again and it’s more than enough for your eyes to start to tear up. Your grandmother’s diagnosis felt like ripping off a bandage, but the final examination results on her condition stripped you of your hope. Your life feels dull, almost grey, as if the colours that brightened up your life had been completely washed out. You feel empty. 
Your grandmother has one year left to live. She doesn’t even know it. How are you supposed to tell her? Should you even tell her? 
Suddenly, the bus abruptly halts to a stop. From the sudden force, you’re pushed forward and backwards in your seat. A few tears have slipped out of your eyes and you wipe them away with the ends of your sleeve. 
“Is this seat taken?” It’s a familiar voice. You look up to see Jaehyun, a breathless Jaehyun, to be exact. 
You slowly shake your head, flashing him a small, weak smile. He sits right next to you, letting out a huff of air, trying to catch his breath. You fiddle with your fingers, distracting yourself. From the corner of your eye, you could see Jaehyun glancing at you.
How are you supposed to start a conversation? It was just nights ago where you cried into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. It was just nights ago where the both of you biked to the hospital. It was just nights ago where someone finally learned of your secret, that someone being Jaehyun. You didn’t feel awkward, you just didn’t know how to pick up from the last time you saw him.
Jaehyun looks away. “If you’re not comfortable talking about it, then I won’t ask. But I hope you know that you shouldn’t shoulder this all on your own. I’m here to listen to whatever you want to say, alright?” 
Your eyebrows slightly raise in surprise. Your face slowly softens. It’s almost as if Jaehyun had taken the words right out of your mouth. It’s almost as if Jaehyun had read your mind. Jaehyun didn’t need you to explain because he already knew. 
Jaehyun hears you whisper. “Thank you, Jaehyun.”
He smiles, but it falters.
Don’t let things turn out for the worst.
That is my biggest regret. 
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“We’re here.”
Jaehyun tears his gaze away from the window. Jungwoo sets the car in park before unbuckling his seatbelt. Jaehyun’s grip on the bouquet of flowers begins to tighten as he grows tense and anxious. 
“Can I go ahead first?” Jaehyun asks. 
Jungwoo bites his lip and nods his head. “Of course. Take all the time you need. I’ll be waiting here in the car for Doyoung.”
Jaehyun gives a small smile before stepping out of the car. The bright sunlight immediately blinds him. He looks down at the bouquet of flowers. He looks back up at the bright sky. 
“The weather’s beautiful outside, Y/N.”
He walks down a familiar path, passing tombstones and graves. Jaehyun had always been aware that people come and go. But when it came to you, it was almost as if his entire world had crashed down into flames. He never imagined you would come into his life and go not much longer after. 
After a couple of minutes of walking, he finally arrives at his destination. Taking a comfortable seat on the grass, he places the bouquet of flowers right in front of a tombstone. Drawing in a deep breath, he leans in to dust some of the dirt off of the tombstone.
“Happy Birthday, Y/N.” He speaks into nowhere, hoping that maybe you can hear him. 
You would have been a great architect.
You would have been a lovely young woman.
You had the entire future ahead of you.
“Trust me, the boys and I got you a birthday cake. Doyoung went to pick it up from the bakery, which is why he’s running late.” He chuckles. “In the meantime, let’s get started with your celebration!”
He pulls out his phone and begins to play a familiar song that holds so much meaning and memories. He turns up the volume, placing his phone right in front of him on the grass.
Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are near? Just like me, they long to be close to you.
Why do stars fall down from the sky, every time you walk by? Just like me, they long to be close to you.
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TO BE CONTINUED.
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Dear Jaehyun,
Believe it or not, I am you from the future. I hope my identical handwriting and the tone of this letter is enough to prove it. I also hope that you have received this letter in some way or form. 
Today is your first day of freshman year. I’m sure you’re excited to start a new beginning. But there is something important that I want to tell you. In writing you this letter and the next letters, I wish to reverse things that have happened in my past so that you won’t experience the same hurting as I did. 
On your way to your first class, you will bump into a familiar girl from frosh orientation week. 
Her name is Y/N. 
“Y/N? There you are!”
His ears perk up at the call of your name. Indeed, his eyes land on you as you hide your face behind your hair from the sudden attention. The voice that had called you earlier is just as familiar, for it belongs to Jungwoo, his long-time best friend, who calls you over to take the seat right next to him. 
Y/N. Isn’t she lovely? The moment you take your seat next to Jungwoo, you whack him in the arm with your textbook. Jaehyun smirks as he hears you scold Jungwoo. “You didn’t have to call me out so loud! I didn’t even brush my hair properly because I was running late. The last thing I wanted was everyone to look at me.”
“It’s not my fault you slept through all ten of your alarms.”
“For your information, it’s fifteen alarms.”
Remember her name. Her name is Y/N. 
“Geez, I save you a seat and this is how you treat me.” Jungwoo pouts.
You squint your eyes at him, mustering and faking a smile. “Thank you for saving me a seat, Jungwoo. I really appreciate your kindness and concern.”
“Did Y/N just thank me? I think I got goosebumps.” Jungwoo rubs his arms and you roll your eyes.
“Shut up.”
“You have to repay me by giving me an extra copy of your notes—”
“Good morning everyone! I am Professor Kim and I will be one of your professors throughout your entire undergrad years. Since we’ll be together for four years, you might as well get used to this beautiful face of mine as soon as you can. I know. It’s such a sight to see. Anyways, get your things out and let’s get started.”
Jaehyun finds himself bursting out into a loud chuckle, gaining attention from some of his peers sitting in the same row as him. His laughter dies down and he settles down by preparing his materials for the lecture.
And she will be someone very special in your life.
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Devout Worshipper: Dark! Peter Parker x Professor!Reader
A/N: So this girl here tried something else. I’ve been wanting to upload since long but this got delayed a lot and now I have several WIPs but finished this first. Sorry not proofread. I’m still discovering my writing style and my forte and thank you for staying and witnessing my experiments! Wear safety goggles please.
Summary: The best of all the educators yet, both smart and stunning, became Peter’s mentor in university. Peter grew too much of a liking for her, from a clingy scholar to her devout worshipper.
WARNING: STORY AHEAD HAS NON-CON, KIDNAPPING, POSSIBLE DRUGGING, UNHEALTHY BEHAVIOUR, OBSESSION. DNI IF TRIGGERED.
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You sat on the teacher’s desk, going through the latest thesis published by Dr. Banner last week. He had given you one of the several copies and asked you to go through it and your judgement on it. The classroom was slowly filling in as the scholars stacked in, their buzzes growing loud with each passing trice.
You were on the last paragraph of your current page when a slight thump made you break out of your stupor, you tilted your head up to find a brawny youngster leaning in front of you, with his hand planted beside your ass on the ebony desk. He had blonde locks with grey eyes and was definitely a sports’ team captain, basketball you believed, who had his own posse of wannabes behind him.
You kept the paper down in your lap and met his eyes again with an inquiring look. “Yes?”
“You seem new. Me and my guys will save you a seat at the back, so come there when your little reading session is over, babe.” He said smugly, his eyes brimming with mischievousness as they dipped to your cleavage not-so-subtly and stood there gawking while he awaited your response.
You paused to see the whole class had gone quiet watching your encounter with the jock. You gave him a sickly-sweet smile as you nodded shyly for show and he tapped your knee with his other hand before leaving. As soon as his back faced you, you rolled your eyes so hard at his antics you heard the first-benchers gasp. You could still hear him talking to his ‘friends’, “I love myself a badass girl like her.”
You returned to your thesis but before you could finish the last few sentences, the bell rung and you had to stop. Thanks blondie.
You got down from the desk, jumping on your black heels as you made your way over to the door, closing it as lock clicked into place.
The entire class was watching you with quizzical glances as you stood in front of your desk this time and wrung your hands together, “Good morning class and congratulation on making it to your second year in college, I will be your mentor and also your lecturer for biology for this semester and for those who pass, also their next one.” The entire class’ jaw slackened and you giggled lightly as waited for them to digest the news, and then told them your name.
“I know a lot of you see science itself as a chore but since you’ve already taken it, I suggest you try to pay attention as you will have to study it anyways. However, because I can relate to your struggles, I will try my best to be a companion or advisor, whichever way you prefer it, and help you get through the class with flying colours hopefully. So, ask me anything, no matter how stupid or absurd you believe your doubt or query is. I’ll answer as many times as you ask and trust me when I say that I am a woman of my word. You have any questions for the semester?” You finished with a bright smile on your face as you saw the students in the front relax slightly. At least you had their approval.
“Ma’am” The blonde kid started without raising his hand, stressing the word unnecessarily as he and his horde sniggered at some stupid inside joke, and continued, “Can I have your number?”
Some of the students gulped while the others leaned forward interested in your response. That kid thought he could fluster you by putting you in a weird spot. He smirked arrogantly, leaning back in his chair as you raised your eyebrows.
“That, Mr.?” You paused as you lingered for his answer, which came almost immediately.
“Flash Thompson, but you can call me whatever you want baby.”
His friends hooted at his pickup line, some praising his smoothness while some high-fived him.
“That, Mr. Thompson, is an excellent example of the stupid questions I mentioned formerly. Thank you for helping me make it clearer to the rest of the class, an extra point for you in the first grading assignment.”
His face fell as his jaw ticked and you turned to face the rest of the class again, “Though I suppose I will give you my number but for emergency purposes only, you can contact me on my e-mail though which I will be using most frequently. You are supposed to mail me majority of your papers this semester and the grading pattern is expected to change this time around but I will inform you of that when the time for the first assignment comes around. Any other questions, and if possible, a bit wiser ones?”
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Peter knew he liked you that day. You were attractive and stunning, yes, that too in the natural way, without make-up and tight clothes. But of course, there was more to you than that, you were smart and witty, hence a young lecturer in this esteemed college and you being a science enthusiast as well was like chocolate chips on top of a well baked dessert. You were spirited and jaunty and your sardonic and sassy replies were never degrading or humiliating. The five-year difference between you and the class made you their elder sibling rather than professor.
The first benchers worshipped your intellect while the last benchers adored your sarcasm. Everyone could see how you gave your all to teach, every trick for learning, showing real skeletons and organs in formalin, easily becoming the favourite mentor ever. You could easily be labelled as the university’s crush of the year.
But Peter soon began to despise that. The perverted comments by the students and jealous, snarky remarks by the plastics irked him. He was enraged by the geeks admiring you but baffled all the more by the strange palette of emotions he had never suffered before.
The sheer envy he was sinking in had never even surfaced while he dated Liz or MJ. For him you were a Goddess, tons divine than his exes or any other female for that matter, who should be properly worshipped and treasured.
He knew these sentiments weren’t right, but in this twisted world where he had combatted with unnatural beings and seen unimaginable horrors, he began to believe morality is just fiction used by the herd of inferior men to hold back the few superior men.
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It was the last day before spring break and no matter how much your pupils loved you, it wasn’t enough for them to not get distracted and murmur around. Only half of your entire class’s strength came and that half somehow managed to create more ruckus than usual. Even you were minutes late, not in the mood to teach this aloof and uninterested batch of youngsters.
You sat on the table and crossed your legs, which was somewhat your habit that you weren’t really proud of but continued to indulge in nonetheless, and cleared your throat times to catch the attention of the unmindfully fantasizing students.
The baritone of the males and shrieky pitches of the females made you clutch your head. You were sure going to end with disprin at the end of day. You clapped loudly and effectively so, gathered the class’s attention, but by the roll of their eyes and glares on their faces, you deduced they weren’t happy. Who would have thought?
“Okay, before you all slaughter me to the netherworld with your lethal gazes, let me make it clear that no teaching will commence today.” The class hollered appreciatively and whistled, while you paused to let them do so. Teaching on the last day before a vacation was like speaking to yourself only but with the consequence of your name being added to several hitlists.
“I’ll distribute the graded assignments submitted last Thursday and then, since I’m required to clock thirty minutes of educating at the bare minimum, we can play something, maybe you have some talents to show, principles to mock or some gossip to attend to.” The college kids laughed at your poor joke, perhaps too thrilled for their break that nothing could make their mood sour. “We’ll see accordingly, but first, raise your hand when I say your name, I want to learn at least the names of the students who bothered to come to uni on the concluding day.”
You distributed the papers back, making sure to associate each name with a face and the students took them stuffing it straight inside, not bothering to check their scoring and possibly wreck their mood.
“Peter Parker?” A hand raised in the second last row shyly, a flustered boy with glasses on his nose and a hoodie covering his head. He barely made eye contact and you smiled at his nervy, edgy form hoping to ease him a bit. Your heels sounded heavy against the few stairs as you made your way to the back, the class buzzing with laughs as students barely paid you any heed.
The draught of epinephrine Peter felt was unlike anything he had ever felt before, nothing like the anxiety on the battlefield or the excessive sweating while impressing Mr. Stark. The apprehension he felt was decuple that.
It’s not like he had never talked to you afore, he constantly asked clever doubts, which he knew the answer to already, of course, to make an impression on you, but that was with a two feet and 7.5 inches of teacher’s desk in between. Yes, he measured. He had even made sure a couple times, let’s be honest, more than several times that his Goddess had arrived her fascinating abode safely.
But this time, they’d be hardly half a foot apart and the anticipation was tearing him apart. He did want her close, in all ways possible, but was he ready enough to not make a fool of himself? All his previous conversations were thought out meticulously and beforehand but was ready for a spontaneous interaction?
“Good job, Smart Cookie.” You mused at Peter with a wink and dropped the paper on his desk as he looked at you with those innocent, doe-eyes of his, his cheeks and nose a tad bit rouge.
Peter’s hearing ability got lost as the sound of his heart pumping blood filled his tympanum. He could only watch you retreat back to the front of the class, your hips swaying invitingly in that damned black pencil skirt as you called another person’s name.
Smart Cookie was his favourite nickname now.
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It was pretty late when you left the university premises, finishing up all you had to and even preparing for your first week of teaching after vacation because you knew how procrastinating errands went.
You couldn’t almost believe how you were on the adult end of things, making sure and guiding other people. With the job, came a lot of obligations that you had to fulfil and being responsible was hard, really demanding. You suddenly had a lot of reverence for all the teachers in your life, from kindergarten to your degrees.
You were on a sabbatical from research temporarily, signing a teaching contract for three years minimum and you were satisfies with the refreshment. Interacting young, curious minds was almost like a recreational activity you indulged in free time and the various angles they approached science at even taught you something. The scholars found it in themselves to even question well-established biology.
Slightly humming, you made a mental checklist of what all was left to do for your solo, self-discovering trip the next week. All that you should pack, clothes according to the weather in the hills and enough emergency eatables. Maybe you could revisit the work-in-progress papers of yours or maybe it would be a leisure excursion only.
Only you never made it to your flight.
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 The pounding of your head made a thrumming noise in your head, increasing its tempo and volume with each passing instant. Your eyelids felt heavy and opening them felt like a chore, which even more difficult considering the light that flooded your vision with every bit they opened. Your senses felt overwhelmed being burdened and strained with their everyday tasks after what you assumed to be at least hours of inactivity.
The sudden spike of pain shooting in your head made you jerk your hand to clutch your throbbing forehead, only to fail and find your hands bounded to something. They weren’t cuffed or shackled, nothing dug in your wrist either. Maybe a rope but the texture wasn’t rough enough. After what felt like minutes, you opened your eyes and sat up, as straight as your confined self could, and looked around.
The room was shades of grey and blue, a giant bed was where you were sitting. The giant ceiling to floor windows beside you, cast enough moonlight in the bedroom for you to see the entire bedroom. The view outside was so picturesque, that you had been gawking were you not afraid of your surroundings. You could discern you were high up, with how small the vehicles looked and another wave terror ran through you.
A white desk with a blue chair had a laptop atop it, also sitting beside several books. You would have noticed them being your subject and recommendation but you were scanning your brain as to how you landed here. With your vision now clearer, you saw your restraints to be like silk but no matter how hard you pulled, they didn’t snap.
You were full on panicking and staring wide eyed when the laptop entered your vision again. There was no other electronic except it and you calmed yourself to think rationally. Deep breaths, in and out. Your best bet right now was to hope that the laptop was connected to someone’s wifi.
You slid off the edge of the bed and tried to cut the weird silk ropes with bedside table’s corner. It took some time but you succeeded, your hands freed from the poster of the bed as you made your way towards the laptop, after checking the locked door of course.
Another wave of panic ran through you when the laptop wasn’t connected to anything and all available connections were password protected. You noticed the laptop to be brand new, and of a very expensive company that was out of your budget. You also noticed the OS was very different, not the usual Windows you ran. Your AI Cortana in this overpriced gadget, was named Karen.
You still refused to wait for your captor to show up and snooped to find something on the laptop, anything. There was no profile of the owner but you did manage to find at least three GB of videos and images.
Your hands froze and eyes widened when you saw the security footage of your building’s outside, the little bakery’s neon sign confirming the location. The videos were the same, of you entering and exiting every day, just the dates on the videos varied.
Another folder had clips with the same dates, but they were in the lobby of your apartment, your potted plants outside your door the affirmation again. It showed you getting milks and newspaper every morning, ordering take out several days and placing the garbage bags outside.
The earliest date in each folder was after your first month of moving here, second week of teaching probably.
When you opened the third folder, as the video started your hands covered your mouth as you tried your best to hold back the sob and making a noise. The screen showed two camera screens, both inside your apartment. The first showed the living room clearly and your kitchen and you concluded it to be behind some article on the bookshelf.
The other screen showed your bedroom.
You could still see the floral bedsheet with the white quilt atop it. Your red suitcase that you took out from the storage for your trip this morning, resting beside the wall. Your lamp switched on from when you mayhap left it on, already late for the last day of work. As the time hit 12 AM at the bottom of the screen, the video ended and played again. There were even more folders and you wondered how far would the surveillance go, till your bathroom?
Your abductor had live footage of your house being sent to his laptop and that scared you shitless. This was not a random crime, that ransom could end. You were here for something, some sick purpose you didn’t even know. Was this a hate crime? Would you even make it-
“I really wish you hadn’t looked there.”
The deep, familiar voice amplified your fear and you turned your head slowly, almost comically to look at him. Another gasp escaped your lips as you found warm eyes of your student and brows furrowed in confusion and fear when you saw the deranged lust in his eyes. Was this some sick prank?
“What am I doing here and what is this?” You gestured to the screen playing footages of the inside of your house. Seeing someone familiar and the probability of this being a prank should have calmed you somewhat but the revolting trick and the strange darkness in the boy’s eyes made you even more wary.
As he took a step closer, you hastily climbed out of the chair and backed away, nearing the bed again as he locked the door and closed in on you. He made a move to snatch you and you jumped to the other side of the bed barely missing him by an inch. You reached for the door hoping to find it unlocked but it didn’t even budge.
You pulled even harder while being painfully aware of how that kid from your class just sat on the bed and observed, having the utmost confidence in the door. Your frenzied state got a jump-scare when a female voice broke the silence, “Authorization to access locked doors is granted to Mr. Parker only, please refrain from damaging the property, Mam.”
So some tech-boy with a rich background is set on you?
“Please sit on the bed and I’ll explain, please.”
His doe eyes would have fooled you were you not extremely aware of your environment due to the adrenaline coursing through your arteries. He was an exceptionally good actor, you had to give him that. You prided yourself to be an excellent judge of character and here this guy had deceived you for three months.
The AI called him Parker, what was his name again?
Patrick? Peyton? Peter? Yes, Peter Parker.
“Peter?” You softly called out and his eyes widened as a blush crept up to his cheeks as he relished the fact that you remembered his name. You sighed internally, praying that this was a case of a harmless crush gone wrong and he was just innocently hopeful. The image of his dark, lust covered eyes crossed your mind to make an argument but you pushed it aside to calm your nerves and stay as relaxed as you possibly could with all that was happening.
“I know that this is all a big misunderstanding but you are really scaring me here. Can you please at least let me out of this room to somewhere open?” You looked at him, hoping to talk him down and get out. You didn’t think he would hurt you but you weren’t willing to take any chances with this maniacal youngster either.
“I’m sorry but I can’t do that, you’ll run.”
Of course, you’ll run, who wouldn’t?
“Peter, boy, listen to me-”
“No, you listen to me! I admit the situation isn’t ideal and you’re probably terrified because of your meddling but this is all for you! I’m here to protect you! The world out there isn’t safe and your heavenly self needs to be resuscitated.”
“Peter, you’re not making any sense. I’m an adult, older than you and you need to understand boundaries-”
“I’ve seen the way of the world, trust me, in fact, far more than you have! Did you know that raping and murdering women on Asgard is considered a common crime? How Hydra is kidnapping young, bright women to exploit them for breeding projects? How the Red Skull resurfaced and his ideals now include eradicating women from Earth as well?”
“Pete-”
“No, you don’t know! You are just blissfully unaware of this world, so oblivious you don’t even how know the perverted and debauched comments your own class makes?”
His outburst frightened you as you felt yourself losing control of the situation, maybe you never were in control. But now the unleashed fury on Peter’s face told you that had triggered an irrevocable topic.
“Calm down, it’s alright.” You said quietly, hoping to ease him again but his steps towards made you back up yourself to the other side of the bed.
“You, You are still scared of me, aren’t you? You still don’t understand, do you? I’ll show you, show you how much I worship you, the true extent of my devotion.” Every ludicrous declaration of his bit away your hope of getting out.
As he approached you again from the foot of the bed, you jumped across the bed again, hoping to reprise your stunt from before. However, your jumping halted midway as something glued your right wrist to the headboard and you jerked due to inertia of movement. As your eyes looked to your hand, the same silky rope met your vision.
You did not have the time or the wits to ponder over the fluid, about how your abductor shot it or how it wouldn’t budge no matter how hard you pulled. A hand on your ankle prompted you to try one last time as you screamed as loud as you could, for as long as your lungs allowed.
“It won’t work, Mr. Stark got me a soundproofed apartment. Pretty cool, right?”
A sob wracked through your entire frame as the tears descended, the frustration and hopelessness and dread, all attacking you at once. Your legs kicked and flexed and when your left fist swung, he restrained all your limbs after dodging, of course.
“I just want to love you, is it too much too ask?” He asked in a quiet whisper, his hands undressing you cloth by cloth; first unzipping the side of your pencil skirt and unwrapping it, then unbuttoning your blouse. When he brought out a pocket knife, your eyes instinctively closed, a “Please don’t hurt me” falling from your lips.
“Never.” He replied with absolute assurance.
The blade cut through your blouse first, leaving you in your garments while Peter sat back on his knees to admire you. You’ve been flattered with the adoration in his eyes had you not gone through the mayhem that you had.
His hand caressed your curves, feeling the soft skin underneath as he took his time admiring you, committing each feature to memory while your tears poured, your eyes never leaving the knife he held.
The blade invaded your privacy once again as it took away your last pieces of defense, leaving you utterly nude and your cries wreaked havoc in the otherwise quiet room. Your eyes found Peter face and you noticed his eyes twinkling in admiration trailing up and down your body several times. His disciple complex was scaring you, you almost bordered considering his Goddess belief.
“So stunning.” He whispered as he came down to kiss you, his lips meeting yours in this bruising embrace of both your mouths and as he began to undress himself simultaneously, his dramatics became the least of your concerns. The thought of the inevitable future made home in your mind and gave you one last bout of courage to try and fight.
The restraints on your limbs didn’t even budge and every fleck of hope deserted your body when you saw the chiseled abs on his scarred torso, his biceps bulging and silently warning you into staying put. He made quick work of his remaining outfit and his hard, angry member was bigger than you had anticipated.
You had not expected a stereotypical nerd to be packing, with muscles and brawns, hardly to even expect him to be the largest among the ones you had ever experienced.
“Please don’t.” You mumbled, defeated, knowing he would not listen. You closed your eyes expecting the intrusion to get it over with. You were caught off handed when you felt him shift and devour into your pussy. He feasted like a man famished, his tongue leaving no area unlapped. The sparks in your abdomen made you queasy and giddy at the same time, you could barely open your eyes due to the intensity of his actions and when he added two of his shockingly calloused fingers, you let go of the coil in mere seconds.
Your limbs sat limp while your vision whitened, your mind foggy and hazy, deprived of all sensibility. When his thick thighs rested on top of yours, your gaze ascended to meet his already staring pupils, the warm, honey brown orbs now a black abyss. You couldn’t even protest in your blissful state as lined himself and entered your cavern, which was lubricated enough courtesy of him.
The stretch burned but as he rocked himself and thrusted with a rhythm, the pleasure started building from scratch. Each push was sturdier than the last and every spot he hit managed to make your breath hitch. Your hands and legs freed as the fluid perhaps melted but the last of your energy was being used by you to stay conscious. When he descended to kiss you once again and trailed kisses to your collarbone, your hands held onto him for support, his biceps providing anchor to you, made of pure muscle.
His teeth bruised your skin as he lightly bit your neck, reaching his end and releasing his load. The warmth that filled you made you let go, his orgasm encouraging another one from you.
Your eyes drooped, your body filled with exhaustion due to all the struggling as you curled in to your side and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to forget your abductor and the forceful, mind shattering ecstasy you felt. Your refused to think about the guilt and the uncertainty of your impending doom in the hands of this maniacal student of yours. You just wished for sleep, for some peace alone.
The wish of yours was not granted when you felt Peter slide behind you, his hand wrapping around your middle as if you were lover. You still gave into slumber, but not before feeling him peck your shoulder with a promise.
“This devotee of yours will worship you forever and always, Goddess.”
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studyhardmione · 3 years
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Hi!
I haven’t been uploading for a while, mostly because I had my final exams and thesis to take care of and I decided that I can no longer procrastinate on those. I’ve been struggling a lot with getting my paper done and that really crumbled me a lot, but I somehow managed to get myself together and finish all of it and even ace both lol. Weirdly enough, I don’t feel any satisfaction or happiness out of this. Does this happen do any of you too? Like you didn’t do anything of value and this success of yours is just coincidence and a sprinkle of luck..? Anyway, I wanted to get back on track with studyblr, since I am planning to take some extra courses to get deeper knowledge for my field, so I am still going to study and work hard. Hope you are all doing well! Can’t stress it enough: take care of your mental health ☀️
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thecookieraakshas · 2 years
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hey this is weird but im also a biotech major (btech) and im in my 3rd year and my ass doesnt have any idea how and when to do internships any advice
HI!
So I'm finishing a 3 year BSc Hons degree and I recently got an internship for my bachelor's thesis. So I can tell you what I have experienced myself and what I have gleaned from my seniors and faculty.
There is no bad time to do an internship. I honestly wish I could have done atleast one more but certain global pandemics that must not be named meant that I couldn't do any for the bulk of my college life. But internships are all about your own skills, time management and interests. You can find part time ones during week days or full times ones during the summer break.
The harsh truth I have noticed is that getting research internships at prominent institutes is really difficult without knowing someone or having some kind of contact to get face time with your preferred researcher. HOWEVER, you should still try to contact these professors and researchers anyways. So you can do that by:
Going through the institutes website and look at their departments, faculty, professors, research groups and recent papers. Focus on identifying what exactly matches your own interests.
Prepare a CV - look through examples online. Put your information across in formal language and proofread over and over again. If you feel like your CV is lacking, sign up a course or two on Coursera, EdX or NPTEL. (Pro tip - You can just audit the course instead of paying for the certificate in Courser and EdX. The course page will have a free track or an audit option). Put almost everything in your CV in a detailed but concise manner. Try to Google "how to put ____ in a CV". Limit the size to two pages MAX.
Identify specific researchers you want to work with and familiarize yourself with their work (you don't have to go too in depth but just get an overview). Prepare a cover letter for each researcher you are interested in. And make sure to express your interest in their work and why exactly you are interested in the topic.
Send your cover letter and CV to their email id. Sit tight and hope. You can remind them of your application maybe a couple of weeks later if you don't get a reply.
You will be rejected by most of them. It's alright. It's almost certainly not personal. Try again with the next researcher.
A lot of institutions, companies and other organizations also generally have specific slots open for interns especially during the summer. So, you can find out if your university or one of your teachers can help you sign up for these or notify you when the applications are open.
NGOs are an excellent place to gain experience and contribute to society while also building up your merits and your CV. And NGOs are always looking for volunteers and interns. So, you can try to narrow your selection down to the kind of work you are interested in and apply to their HR department or even go in person of that is possible. Some NGOs also take in interns from different states to work from home with online resources. So you can look into that too.
I'm including some links to resources about making CVs and drafting cover letters:
Basics of building a CV:
Basics of cover letter drafting:
Yeah that's about how much I know right now. This is by no means an exhaustive guide. So try to reach out to a teacher you like for further guidance. You can even send them your CV and cover letter drafts so they can help you hammer out any and all kinks.
All the best!!
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legitimateluffy · 3 years
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One Piece Animation Thesis: Thriller Bark
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Well look who’s back at it! Sorry for the long wait I’m a lazy and forgetful fuck, but we will continue on with the thesis!! I will now update whenever I finish so they may come faster, may come slower (plus I’m having some technical issues with making some of these gifs as we get into arcs with larger range of animation and animators, fun times)
Let’s get back to it!!
The Master Google Doc is found [HERE]
Here are the individual posts that are posted here on Tumblr: [East Blue] [Alabasta] [Skypiea] [Water Seven] [Enies Lobby][Thriller Bark] [Sabaody] [Impel Down] [Marineford] [Fishman Island] [Punk Hazard] [Dressrosa] [Zou] [Whole Cake Island] [Reverie] [Wano]
Thriller Bark marks additional changes to the anime. Noboru Kizumi is no longer the Character Designer for the anime and is replaced by Kazuya Hisada. While the changes aren’t too drastic to begin with, Kizumi’s long and lanky designs are slowly replaced with more short and stocky designs from Hisada. 
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More prominent animators also become present during Thriller Bark, showcasing new talent on the series as well as showcasing previous animators who have continued to evolve. 
Naotoshi Shida is someone that I think everyone reading this will be familiar with if they have watched the One Piece anime. His style is the most distinctive and well known out of everyone we’ve covered so far. Shida’s modern style is like liquid, with sharp edged shapes that are used to shade the face. He also likes to use exaggerated timing, feeling as if everything is incredibly sped up yet oh so smooth. This is his first appearance with his modern style but it most certainly is not the last.
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Naoki Tate has fewer scenes present in Thriller Bark but his recognisable style continues to shine. His strong use of squash and stretch really helps convey his movement with style.
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Ken'ichi Fujisawa continues his blobby-like movement and while not being as loose as Tate, it helps to convey a strong sense of movement and bounciness. His facial features are quite big and rounded compared to others.
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Ryo Onishi is someone who is an incredible animator. He knows when to exaggerate and move the face, being very prominent in character acting. His style is quite soft, showing subtle movement to convey incredible expressions. This is shown to a greater degree later in the series.
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Hiroki Harada for the most part sticks to the character sheets, while using smeary shapes when moving parts of the body. When exaggerating he can reduce the character to basic shapes and lines to help convey an intensity to the scene.
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Yoshikazu Tomia is an incredible animator who makes his first prominent appearance in this arc. He too has a very prominent style, with a lot of his work feeling somewhat like liquid metal/mecha like. His timing is smooth yet snappy, having dark blacks and slight highlights being found all over his work.
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Next week we’ll be taking a look at one of my favourite arcs! Sabaody is great fun and an interesting arc to look out so be on the look out! There will also be a lot of analysis on the anime which should be a good fun read.
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A massive thank you to everyone who has participated and uploaded at Sakugabooru! Without it, I would not have been able to make nearly as much as I have without all the hard work in identifying and tagging animators’ work! Most of the footage used to showcase these animators has come from there! I simply just turned the videos into gifs for an easier showcase.
I would also like to issue a big thank you to Animators Corner! The staff listing really helped me in determining who worked on what episode to identify animators and their works!
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neuromedical · 3 years
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My thesis supervisor tends to answer to my emails past 10pm and now that I asked him if I can finally upload it, every time I get an email past 10pm I get a mini heart attack.
It's never him. He's been ignoring me for days. Fuck, just let me finish this one thing...
Also the other day I had to redo a case report - not just redo, but pretty much make up a whole new one, because apparently when me and a classmate spent the rotation with the same doctor who gave us the same case to report, it wasn't enough and we both had to submit "new reports". Thankfully, there was this one patient who pretty much burned his throat with a salt water home remedy which was pretty memorable and I could type it up, making shit up as I went. God.
So fed up lately. So incredibly fed up. Also, studying for my surgery exam? Not going well.
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