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kenmasgameboy · 5 years ago

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an oikawa x seijoh president!reader

oikawa toru has so many girls falling at his feet, but it wasn’t always like this. when y/n met him there was no one yet to inflate his ego, when he was pure to himself, the person he is when it isn’t performative. she fell in love. after forcing a rejection from him, where he says he never saw her as a girl, she’s determined to become the absolute perfect girl for every one except him.

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age 18:

𝕚. different now

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Your hands felt like they were surely going to fall off at any moment. You never really did get used to being in front of big crowds like this. Even last year when you had to give your first speech as a presidential candidate to the school you wanted to burst into flames. Your hands always did this thing when you were nervous, ever since you were little they’d become so gross and clammy. You hated that about yourself. What a weak give away.

The principal was just beginning the ceremony, and you waited outside in the hallway until it was closer to your turn to speak, pacing back and forth you stared out the window. The mid day yellow light peaking through the large trees in front of Seijoh’s campus. You really loved these trees, they would always shake and rustle in new ways everyday, reminding you of ways that you could stand your ground but continue to change in your own way. Some seasons shedding yourself completely bare and growing a new color, or a new branch, breaking them off as you went.

Today, even the trees that normally would be there to offer you a quiet calmness didn’t help you today. Your body still succumbing to its stage fright. This was your first appearance as Aoba Johsai School President to your student body that you represented, you needed a perfect impression. You needed to be perfect. The more you thought about it the jitters in your hands only increased, you tried to loosen the tightness, shaking them from your wrist downwards in hopes they would just fall off. You always did this before volleyball games and it never failed you. You only stopped your nasty habit when you heard rapid footsteps coming in your direction.

“Hey, there you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Sora’s voice carried down the hallway. Your vice president had been looking for you. His chest heaved in breaths to try to regulate his body after running around.

“Sorry. I’ll be inside in a second, I just—” You said, pulling your hands behind your back to hide them. But it was too late.

“Are you nervous? Why? Everyone already loves you it’s not like they’ll change their minds now.” Sora said it lightheartedly, but there was a pressure that sat on your shoulders when he said it. An extra weight of expectation.

“Don’t say that.” You shrugged off the compliment, thinking about one face in particular. You groaned at the way he still had an effect on you. You thought of Toru’s eyes, “Not everyone.”

“Maybe not. You’re right, I can’t speak for everyone.” Sora smiled softly, “But as your Vice, I can speak for you. And I know you’ll be perfectly fine up there. I have full confidence. If you start stuttering, just take a second and keep going. We practiced this morning, right?”

“Right.” You nodded, your throat suddenly becoming overwhelmingly dry. “I know, I just have a lot on my plate today, there’s too much I’m not looking forward to.”

“Then let’s check one thing off, right? Let’s go out there.” Sora said, he grabbed your hand in his tugging you along. You weren’t ready, he wasn’t listening to you yet. But maybe he was right, you did need to be out there sooner than later. Still, you needed a few moments to collect yourself, to dampen your hands, something.

You couldn’t say anything, You became paralyzed in place as you looked at the back of Sora’s head. Your legs felt numb as they carried you in stride behind him down the hallway. His hand holding yours, it reminded you of someone again. Seeing him again this morning in class must’ve resurged these memories you pushed away as nothing. This was different, this wasn’t him. The back of Sora’s head was shiny and straight. His blond hair didn’t bounce, and he didn’t look back to smile at you. There was a sinking feeling in your stomach, it didn’t feel like nerves or anything like that. It felt like a settlement.

Your eyes ended up drifting off to the right, only slightly enough to catch the eyes that were more familiar than you remembered. His hair looking darker than when you were young, but it shined all the same. He still shined, even when he wasn’t smiling at you. Your eyes followed each other. The moment slowing down to make your first dose of eye contact in 2 years a dangerous and addictive cocktail.

Your hands were still sweaty, still nervous and shaking. It broke away from the confines of Sora’s palm. You need to grip them tighter when she’s nervous. The boy who stood innocently by the restroom found himself offering silent advice in his head. Toru couldn’t take his eyes away from the light that poured between the gap of You and Sora’s palms. It’s like he saw an opening, illuminating his opportunity and his body.

For the first time in ages, he felt the nostalgic need to grab those familiar sweaty palms. For a second he thought you’d stay with him, stay back and ask what he was doing in the hallway by the boys bathroom and not by your side? Why did he waste so much time? Did he think you were more beautiful today than every day he’s seen you before? He needed you to ask him those questions.

His daydream was over in a second, once your face contorted from the hopeful surprise of someone who used to calm you into a disappointed grimace of remembering the hurt he had caused you that erased everything from before. You kept jogging behind Sora, no words were exchanged. You didn’t need to say anything to Toru, he heard you loud and clear.

“I hope you regret it. I hope you regret everything. I’ll never trust you like that again, not really.”

To him, this was a challenge worthy of taking. The time to change it all was now.

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➺ Michi was late to the student arrival because she was slipping a love letter in Oikawa’s shoe locker. He didn’t even see it that day.

➺ Ito has really never spoken to y/n except she held the door open for him one day, he took that as she’s in love with him and too scared to tell him.

➺ Ito approached Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Iwaizumi, and Oikawa when all four were together. It was actually Oikawa who told Ito he had no chance in hell with y/n. the exact words he used was “she’s not just going to fall in love with someone who’s never cared enough to get to know her first before saying something like that. theres no way in hell you’d have a chance with a girl like her.”

➺ the other three just kind of stood there agreeing but also like “.__, tough talk coming from you, Oikawa”

➺ y/n has been starting libero since her first year, despite debating dropping volleyball in high school she decided this would look great to universities that she was involved with more than just student council. she still was invited to girls Japan youth camp for her achievements as an athlete. regardless, she still knew her real reasons were that it was the last piece of something he gave her.

➺ unlike oikawa, y/n hasn’t even thought about dating anyone in high school. she’s been single her whole life despite getting a fair amount of confessions in her time.

➺ y/n also follows oikawa on a fake account.

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a/n: wOW what a doOZY of a long first chapter, they all won’t be this long but i felt like i had a lot to set up. Let me know what you guys thought!!! i hope this guys got you a bit more hyped for this story! more to come!

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bulletproofscales · 4 years ago

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Could you do a Yoonseok fic where they are uni teachers and they teach in the same room? Like when Yoongi's class finishes, Hoseok's class comes in after and Yoongi has a bad habit of overstaying to get a glimpse of the other cute teacher and they just end up falling in love somehow?

– hello!! i dont know why i had such a hard time writting this request???? like its simple its cute, its lovely. i just struggled so much to find a direction to take it form. so i really hope this fufilled your vision it came out supper fluffy!! i didnt make it feederism because the pormpt didnt specify, theres like hints to a chubby yoongi if you squint . anyways enjoy!!! <3 thanks for the request! –

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/30115707

Yoongi loves literature.

He’d go as far to say, literature is his favorite thing in the world.

No, he hasn’t read fiction since he was in highschool, and he hasn’t read fiction voluntarily ever.

What’s that got to do with anything?

When the university offered Yoongi this job as the professor in Thermodynamics, they had assured him his schedule wouldn’t clash with the other Calc II classes he gave during the week; always with a break in between. Which meant, the professor always has at least 2 hours in between his classes to use for research purposes.

Yes… Research purposes.

LIsten he hadn’t meant for it to get this far. Yoongi had only curiously stayed as he saw the new professor who was replacing the old lady who gave World Contemporary Literature after his class. The man looked young, about his age, delicate complexion, angelic face.

His name is Jung Hoseok, and Yoongi had only talked to him for a couple of minutes, welcoming him to the university before leaving for his office. Though he was later very frustrated to find out, he could barely get any work done with his mind playing unhelpful reruns of his exchange with professor Hoseok. The most reasonable thing would be to try and not cross paths with him again for the sake of his investigation, right?

Yoongi is not nearly as strong-willed as he needs to be to accomplish that.

In fact his time at the World Contemporary Literature class, only prolonged after that encounter. Waiting until the class was full to make his leave, or sometimes waiting until Hoseok started the class, or sometimes even staying for a bit at the front row before leaving. By now, his two bi-weekly classes of Contemporary Literature had become part of his routine. Staying at the back of the class where he admired the young man, as he walked around giving the class diligently; impressively capturing a large number of students who were now actively interested in it.

Yoongi had been captured, in a different way.

“You’re staying over this class too?” Hoseok’s voice is soft spoken, not upset but just lightly accusatory. It’s been weeks, of course he noticed Yoongi staying over every single class. And as startled as Yoongi is, he still considers himself lucky that the professor doesn’t sound annoyed.

“I just–I really…” Think Yoongi, think of anything. “I’ve just really been trying to get into literature.” He manages to smile softly through his lie. And it seems to work, because Hoseok’s expression is widening and then grinning in excitement.

“Who would have thought!” He beams cheerfully. “Well you’re free to come as many times as you want. Though I might have to start testing you along with the rest of my students?” Hoseok jokes, or at least Yoongi hopes he is joking. He just laughs it off and goes to his usual seat in the back, where he will be doing nothing except staring as professor Hoseok gave his class; without actually registering anything that’s being said.

Lucky for Yoongi, the test never comes. But him and the literature professor grow closer, Hoseok starts inviting him out to have their lunch break together; since he knows for a fact Yoongi gave his class first thing in the morning and then stayed until near noon in Hoseok’s lecture. And just like had accepted defeat before, the older agrees without a second doubt.

In comparison to his typical lunches stuffed in the Sociology department with Namjoon and Seokjin, those bi-weekly 40 minutes he spends with Hoseok are… so refreshing. He remembers fearing that the literature professor would ask Yoongi what he thought of the class, but that wasn’t the case at all.

Long forgotten were his heated debates about deeply rooted issues within humanity over lunch. Now Yoongi couldn’t wait until it was wednesday or friday, and he could just converse with Hoseok. Of course it started out like it typically would, professors talk, complaining about students, complaining about their superiors, how they got into teaching. But somehow Hoseok deemed him worthy, and just opened himself up for Yoongi. Nothing too dramatic, but the engineering professor found himself walking down the campus and being able to register what Hoseok’s favorite sitting spot was, under what specific tree; because he had told him. Or pushed himself to get weird stares by his colleagues for grabbing one donut too many because he recognized the strawberry filling ones that were Hoseok’s all time favorites and was considering dropping them off to him.

It had been half a year, and by now, Yoongi could say he had opened up to Hoseok as well. He was more than happy to take his role as a listener to everything the younger had to say. As useless as it was, Yoongi would soak it up even when he didn’t mean to; and he had come to accept that. But, Hoseok didnt let it happen, always attentive, always considerate; asking Yoongi’s input into anything their conversation had decided to settle on. Asking for Yoongi’s favorite spots on campus, or what donuts did he reach for first when they brought some into the professors’ room.

And Yoongi… he soaked up all that attention Hoseok gave him, too.

It didn’t take long until they learnt the other’s schedule, sometimes using their own breaks to stop by the other’s class; just to see one another during the day. He’ll never forget the first time Hoseok came to visit as Yoongi was finishing one of his own classes, and widened at the different graphs and drawings that took over all the chalkboard.

They were definitely friends, of course they were by now, but Yoongi couldn’t help but think that their friendship had something more special to it. Maybe it was the way the older just felt safe and soothed whenever he was talking with Hoseok, or the way Hoseok didn’t shy away from showing how much he enjoys Yoongi’s company.

They were friends but they treated each other, just a little bit softer than the rest of their friends.

Which didn’t have to mean anything, of course. Different people have different dynamics and it just so happens Hoseok takes out the gentler side of the engineering professor. Just like it also happens to be Hoseok the one who takes out all the butterflies caged in Yoongi’s chest.

Well… maybe this different dynamic does mean something… To Yoongi at least; and he has come to accept that fact. He had reached an age where he didn’t really think he could get a crush again, yet here he is.

Considering his feelings, he had felt a little hesitant to initiate anything with Hoseok outside their work hours; a little voice in his head telling him not to abuse the younger’s friendliness because of his own ill intentions. Hoseok made him happy as is, and he should be content with that.

Surprisingly it’s the literature professor who, during the peak of exam season, offers to hang out and correct exams together. The little voice reminded Yoongi of his ‘ill intentions’ , but, like he keeps saying: he is simply a little weaker when it comes to Hoseok. And that first time, getting to see Hoseok outside their university, at the doorstep of his apartment which he had organized very last minute, casual clothes, beer pack in hand, gentle smile on his face. Yoongi feels himself fall in love all over again.

Yeah… He is in love, by now he had come to accept it.

Maybe he should be nervous, but he wasn’t, not really. How could he be when Hoseok had become his safe space? No amount of romantic feelings could change that.

They laugh, they drink, they revise exams, they drink again, laugh some more; Yoongi finds out Hoseok is a lightweight. Third beer bottle is halfway done as the literature professor slurredly tries to write feedback onto the back of an exam.

“You doing alright there?” Yoongi can’t help the amusement and endearment in his voice.

All he gets is a slurred hum, and that’s all the response Yoongi needs. Still grinning as he stands up and comes back with a glass of water to Hoseok, who seems to be in some sort of trance staring at the universe. “Drink up, handsome.” He swears it was meant to sound teasing, but a blush betrays Yoongi spreading on his cheeks.

Hoseok doesn’t seem to dwell on it, thank fuck; rather focuses on drinking his water slowly and in a way that is too endearing for Yoongi’s heart to bare. He watches as Hoseok downs the glass, trying hard not to focus on the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down, stop staring at his neck in general, creep, and rather rubb the younger’s back.

He finishes the glass and he leans his head on the table groaning.

“I think you’ve done enough grading for tonight.” He chuckles enamoured. “Think you can take a ride home?” Hoseok still has his cheek squished against the table and eyes fully closed when he nods. “Ok, Seok, up.” He instructs softly, squatting down as his hands reach for Hoseok’s middle. Surprisingly cooperative, Yoongi manages to get the younger buckled up in the passenger seat of the car looking dazedly out the window.

It's… pleasant, Yoong thinks. The silence is always comfortable with them, and he gets to drive around the deserted city with simply the knowledge that Hoseok is by his side. He makes sure to take his liberties stealing glances at the younger, his face angelical even when confusedly staring into nothingness.

“Here we are.” Yoongi feels the need to announce it given they’ve stopped and the drunk man hadn’t made any sign of moving… He still hasn’t. “Uhm… Hoseok?” He offers trying his best not to smile a little amused at the situation.

It looks like it physically costs effort for him to open his lips to speak. “Can you make sure… I actually go to bed?” His eyes barely meet Yoongi’s, quickly glancing somewhere else. It could be the older’s mind playing tricks on him, but even with the white street lights Hoseok’s cheeks still manage to have a beautiful pink tint. He is blushing, and it only makes Yoongi’s smile spread wider.

“You don’t seem like the type of drunk to cause any trouble.” He questions with a smile that already gives away his answer to Hoseok’s request.

“No, but I’ll fall asleep halfway into my apartment.” The younger man manages to smile lazily, dainty hand settles on his shoulder. And Yoongi feels himself swallowing thickly, no person should be allowed to look this good when they’re this pathetically drunk.

“That adds up.” He chuckles getting out of the car and turning around to open Hoseok’s door for him. “Look at that, you unbuckled your own belt. Impressive.” Yoongi teases as he takes Hoseok’s hand to help him stand.

“I’m drunk, not 5.” His playful tone and little smile makes the idea of Hoseok being annoyed at him less convincing. He is taller than Yoongi, yet he feels so much smaller when he is tiredly leaning his weight onto the older, a protective arm wraps around the literature professor as they walk inside Hoseok’s apartment complex.

Yoongi tries his hardest not to blush when the doorman eyes the two oddly and Hoseok mumbles a sleepy: “He’s with me.” with his head buried deep into the engineering professor’s shoulders. And keeps it there all through the elevator ride… and all through their slow walk around the hallway… and it’s still there as Hoseok clumsily tries to type in the security code for his door.

He doesn’t want it to go away, the weight of the younger’s head on his shoulder giving him a sense of pride that makes Yoongi want to swell his chest up. But Hoseok keeps failing to type in his code, with his nose buried into Yoongi’s neck.

“I think you might need to look at the keyboard to actually type the code.” His hand rubs up and down Hoseok’s side, with a smile that’s too fond; though the younger can’t see from where his head is resting.

Hoseok groans. “Can’t we just be comfy?” The older specifically loves the way Hoseok assumes this position is comfortable for the two of them.

“Wouldn’t we be much more comfortable on your bed?” Yoongi swears he didn’t mean to say that. And he knows if the other were sober, he definitely wouldn’t brush past it.

Drunk Hoseok, however; he hums as if thinking it through “Yeah… We would be more comfy there…” He sounds so serious about it, like he was actually considering just staying here for the rest of the night, comfortably settled against Yoongi; the older can’t help giggling. Too cute.

“Put the code, then.” He urges, big hand squeezing at where it is settled on Hoseok’s waist.

It’s his first time going into the literature professor’s apartment, it is very neat, even if it’s filled to the brim with books. Yoongi tries to take in as much as he can, while still helping Hoseok balance himself as he takes off his shoes and coat: the hanged pictures, the bookshelves, the toys. Hoseok owns toys: stuffed animals and figurines adorning his couch and bookshelves; Yoongi is a little stunned as they walk by. He never would have guessed.

“Room is at the end of the hallway.” Hoseok mumbles, not only his head falling back on the older’s shoulder, but his arms wrap around Yoongi’s middle.

Right… He has to make sure Hoseok gets to bed.

There’s a knot at Yoongi’s stomach, but he nods; slowly walking towards the closed door. Despite seeming impossible, his room has more bookshelves, bed adorned with a few more odd looking plushies. It’s so Hoseok, the older can help his heart as it does a little flip. The younger settles on his bed, sitting down before letting his back fall. Yoongi doesn’t know what to do with himself; staring feels a bit inappropriate, yet he doesn’t know if leaving him in such a state is much of an option.

“Should I…-”

“I just sleep in underwear.”

They both speak at the same time. Yoongi’s cheeks blush a furious red, Hoseok seems unfazed. He already managed to get the younger to bed. After all this time he had meant Yoongi had to tuck him in?!

“O–Oh, okay.” He doesn’t know what else to say. Then, similar to a toddler, Hoseok raises up his arms. It takes Yoongi a full second to realize; and when he does, his face gets simpossibly redder. With timid hands, he slides Hoseok’s shirt off his torso delicately. Yoongi is pretty sure he isn’t breathing, but he can’t bring himself to do so, the moment too fragile for him to possibly ruin it. The little voice in his head tells him it’s immoral to stare, but he does anyway; admiring Hoseok’s lightly tanned, slim body.

It seems he is Yoongi only one of the two with the professor-chubs, huh.

His blatant staring is interrupted by Hoseok popping his torso heavily onto the bed, legs extending forward in Yoongi’s direction. The older feels his heart stop completely. Yoongi is so thankful that Hoseok isn’t sitting upright so he can’t see the tremble of his hands as they hover above the button of his jeans.

He has to hurry, otherwise Hoseok will get suspicious, and he’ll notice Yoongi making things weird.

He feels like a teenager all over again.

He undoes the button, slowly pulling the zipper down. Yoongi’s slim fingers slide barely underneath the waistband of his jeans and start tugging down. He tries his best to be gentle, but with Hoseok’s dead weight on the bed it’s a little hard; college professors aren’t known for their strength. So he makes the younger’s body rock back and forth on the bed until he gets the pants out of the pool by his calves and finally takes it out.

Huh, Yoongi totally would have considered Hoseok a boxer’s guy.

He somehow feels he shouldn’t say that outloud, or shouldn’t hint at paying attention to Hoseok’s underwear at all.

Or maybe, he is just overestimating drunk Hoseok.

“All done, you just need to wash your teeth.” He says simply instead, and the man plopped down gorans dramatically. His thighs even clench at the loudness of it, not that Yoongi was staring.

“I need to get up?! Again?” He looks up at Yoongi with a disbelieved expression, like suddenly brushing your teeth was the most ridiculous idea anyone could propose. Yoongi has to hold back a laugh. “Why didn’t you make me go brush before I laid down!?” He sounds so insulted but his lips have the softest pout to them.

“You plopped on the bed before I got the chance to, genius.” Yoongi finds himself rolling his eyes, all the tension that had accumulated in his body minutes before had dissipated. Even with so much of the expanse of Hoseok’s sin staring back at him, so much so quickly that Yoongi had never gotten to see; the man in front of him is still the safest place. “Come on, Seokie, up.” It feels like a dejavu from getting him out of Yoongi’s apartment.

Hoseok’s hands are so dainty in his own, he pulls him up gently; chests bumping together softly. Soft chuckles as their noses brush, Yoongi can feel his own adoring smile. “Careful.” He mumbles, his hands squeezing into Hoseok’s. All the response he gets is a grumble, eyes barely opened as they stare directly at Yoongi, shamelessly.

As sleepy as his gaze is, and as cute as the pout on his lips is, Yoongi can’t help it but feel somewhat intimidated, there’s something blatant about the way the younger is looking at him. And even if he can’t put a name to it, it still manages to make Yoongi shiver the slightest bit.

He wastes no more time of Hoseok being forced to stand and rather guides him slowly towards the bathroom. Graceful Hoseok, elegant, diligent inside the classroom, that same man is looking down at his feet with a concentrated pout and frown as he takes heavy steps following Yoongi. It’s endearing enough for a giggle to slip out past his lips.

The bathroom is only a little cramped but, it’s not like it matters; Yoongi was already holding Hoseok close to him already. Lets the younger lean against him as he has to balance his sleepy legs into picking up toothbrush and toothpaste. Yoongi allows himself to stare, even if it’s quiet and obvious he is doing so. There’s something so domestic about the sight, he can’t tear his eyes away; exposing himself through the evident adoration in his stare.

Hoseok doesn’t pay him any attention, washing his teeth with sleepy long blinks. Only noticing Yoongi through the mirror once he is washing his lips, sleepy as he straightens back up, and when he is back to leaning against the older, he turns his head to face him. Face looking sleepy and ethereal as ever.

And Yoongi must have gotten too caught up staring at the sleepy glimmer of Hoseok’s eyes because nothing could have prepared him for the slow, soft meeting of the younger’s lips on his.

Hoseok kisses him like he is the most precious thing in the world; a gentle peck that makes his eyes flutter close relaxed. Not Yoongi though, his eyes are wide like plates until the younger separates.

His mouth opens and closes a few times before he manages to speak. “Why….Why did you do that?” Yoongi has a hard time finding his own voice, opting for a soft whisper. Part of him thinking this was all just an elaborate hallucination.

“I didn’t want to do it with bad breath!” He whines like he was being antagonized for doing something completely normal; and not kissing your friend/coworker.

Yoongi doesn’t know what to do with himself, or with the Hoseok laying against his body, staring at him expectantly. He feels his face begin to heat up with what is most probably a deep blush. “Uhm… Well I appreciate that.” He tries to say as neutral as possible, getting his hold back on Hoseok to get him to his bed.

The younger is pliant in Yoongi’s hold, letting himself be dragged as he tiredly lets his head fall against Yoongi’s chest. “You appreciated the kiss too though, right?” Hoseok’s voice is gentle, unsure. And it probably doesn’t help that the older one takes a second to reply; too busy trying to control the tug at his heartstrings.

He is back to guiding the younger out of his own bathroom, only replying once he manages to set Hoseok down on the bed as gracefully as he can; only then, when worried self conscious eyes are staring up at Yoongi.

“I do appreciate it, so much.” He mumbles gently with a gummy smile spreading his lips softly. And Hoseok looks so visibly relieved by this, it earns a chuckle from the older. Yoongi is leaning over, hand pressed to the pillow so close to Hoseok’s soft locks it could just– fuck it.

He runs his hands through the younger’s hair, just to see the way his eyes close relaxed by it. “I’ll get going, yeah?” A little voice in his head urges him to not leave Hoseok’s side, to stay until he gets another kiss from those addictively soft lips.

But another, more rational, voice tells him he’ll have all the time in the world to do that.

Hoseok looks unconvinced though, it takes an endeared smile and a kiss at his temple for him to look somewhat pleased. “Fine.” Yoongi has to hold himself back from leaning to peck the pout off his lips. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Text me when you wake up.”

Yoongi can feel how different everything is from the moment he watches Hoseok walk towards him at the little campus cafe. His eyes are a little groggy stil, and a pout is still on his lips; he looks like he has a hangover, basically.

And Yoongi is still so, so stupidly enamoured by this man.

“Morning.”

“How are you so upbeat? You aren’t even a morning person.” Hoseok grumbles, obviously cranky, taking a seat beside Yoongi instead of infront of him. Their shoulders touch as well as their thighs.

“I know this may come as a surprise to you, but not all of us get drunk from a couple of beers.” Yoongi teases softly, turning to side eye him.

“I’m not sorry.” He smiles turning to face the older. Their noses brush similarly to how they did last night. Now it should be different though, the morning fills the small cafe of busy people trying to get on with their day, not private, not imitate, not one bit romantic. They don’t need it to be, though; they managed to fall in love in the simplest of ways; through Yoongi’s obvious love for literature.

#anon #reuqest #bts fanfic #bts fic #sope #min yoongi #jung hoseok #professor au #fluff #romantic #pining #happy ending

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msf-diamond-dog · 5 years ago

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I SAID ANSWER ALL THE MF QUESTIONS BEECH DONT MAKE ME COME OVER THERE

Okie dokii

1. What’s one animal you wish you could have as a pet but can’t?

jellyfish

2. Favorite thing to wear to sleep?

Usually just shorts and a tshirt

3. What song really gets you going?

Right now, Lights Out by 3Teeth

4. Where do you usually eat your meals?

In my bedroom

5. Favorite meal: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

I dont eat breakfast or lunch so

6. Most embarrassing habit?

Bein an asshole

7. Chocolate or fruity candy?

Fruity

8. Soft or hard tacos?

Depends on the taco, man.

9. Worst way to break up a fight?

/ryan stiles voice/ you guys wanna stop a fight

10. Best thing to say in an elevator of strangers?

I aint talk to people

11. What color/design are your bedsheets?

Just gray flannel

12. Any hidden talents?

I aint even got any obvious ones,

13. Favorite thing to drink out of (mug, glass, etc.)?

I love a good pint glass.

14. Socks or bare feet around the house?

Barefeet

15. Favorite board game?

Candyland bitches

16. Do you sleep with the fan on or off?

Always on

17. Heat on or keep it cold with lots of layers?

Cold with lots of layers.

18. Do you sing in the shower?

Always

19. Favorite song to belt out at the top of your lungs when you’re alone?

Grave by Hellyeah

20. Last thing you cried about?

Anxiety attack a couple weeks ago

21. At what age did you first have alcohol?

21, didnt have any before then

22. Relationship status?

Single but into someone

23. What’s the most amount of money you’ve spent on a single item of clothing?

I dont spend a ton on clothes but I think I payed like 60 dollars for a band shirt once

24. What do you typically wear to formal events?

Nicer clothes than usual?

25. Favorite memory?

Just bein a chill happy kid honestly,

26. Gum or breath mints?

Gum

27. Favorite shoes?

Mah boots.

28. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

This whole how I look situation.

29. What is the natural state of your hair?

I gots a shaved head

30. Have you ever had braces?

No, wish I did though, I hate my smile

31. Most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

Overdose.

32. Most embarrassing thing your parents have caught you doing?

I dont know really. I think I embarrass my parents more than the other way around

33. Last time you had an orgasm?

A couple nights ago

34. Celebrity crush(es)?

Legit dont have any. I have no connection with any of them so

35. Windows or Mac?

Windows

36. How old were you when you learned to ride a bike?

Uhhh 7. Our neighbor taught me.

37. Makeup or natural?

Both. Both is good.

38. What color do you wear the most?

Black!

39. Favorite season?

Winter all the way

40. Umbrella or rain coat?

I live in the desert and it hasnt rained in like 6 months so neither. Whenever it rains I just stand outside.

41. Have you ever fallen out of a tree?

Prolly happened as a kid but I dont remember. We had a tree we all used to love climbing at the house I was a youngin at.

42. First car you ever owned?

Same car I have now, my 91 Nissian Pickup.

43. What time do you usually go to bed?

Anywhere from 12 to 2 am.

44. Are you a competitive person?

Not really no.

45. Least favorite color?

Yellow

46. First pet you’ve ever owned?

A fishy

47. Sweet or salty?

Why not both

48. Favorite pasta dish?

Anything with basil and olive oil 👌

49. Favorite kind of chips?

Nitro Takis are the shit

50. Talk about something you’re passionate about.

Music. Nuff said.

51. What are some of your hobbies?

Music, video games, gunpla, legos, anything that kinda creative really

52. Caffeine? If so, what kind?

Monsters

53. Favorite kind of pizza?

Extra pepperoni with anchovies 👌

54. Fast food or sit-down restaurant?

Fast food. I dont like eating around people

55. Lots of acquaintances or a handful of close friends?

Close friends.

56. Something that ruins your appetite?

Being in a bad mood

57. Favorite labels about you?

58. Are you a religious person?

Not anymore. I grew up that way but organized religion always pisses me off. Im much more spiritual

59. Night out with a bunch of friends in public or night in with one friend having deep conversations?

One friend

60. What size shoe do you wear?

11 1/2

61. Favorite thing about yourself?

The fact most people cant read my sarcasm

62. Have you ever told someone you loved them first?

I dont think anyone has ever told me first

63. Have you ever had sex on the first date?

Kinda sorta?

64. Heroes or villains?

Maximals all the way.

65. Favorite fruit?

Prolly mangos or strawberries

66. Least favorite fruit?

Unripe melon.

67. Favorite vegetable?

Potates

68. Least favorite vegetable?

I like all the ones ive had Im not picky but the lowest prolly be carrots?

69. How many plates can you eat at a buffet?

Usually 2 or 3

70. Favorite dessert?

Whiskey

71. Do you play any sports?

No, never been my thing

72. Age you learned how to swim?

7 or 8 I think.

73. Tell a funny story.

My boss keep salt lamps in every room of his house "just in case" of rfid waves (???) but refuses to wear a mask when he goes out cause "theres no proof it does anything".

74. What’s one interesting thing about your culture?

How much closer the brown side of my family is compared to the white side

75. What’s one annoying thing about your culture?

All the gossip, man.

76. What job would you be terrible at?

Math teacher.

77. Would you rather watch a TV show or a movie?

TV shows

78. What’s your favorite compliment to give?

Anything that makes someones day a little better!

79. What’s your favorite compliment to receive?

I do not like receiving compliments i always feel awkward

80. Has your opinion changed on something recently?

Not that I can think of off the top of my head

81. Do you always order the same thing at a restaurant or order something different each time?

Usually the same thing

82. What’s something you’ve always wanted to try but haven’t yet?

drug

83. If you could learn to do anything right now, what would it be?

Record

84. Favorite physical feature about yourself?

85. Least favorite physical feature about yourself?

The whole the things

86. What’s one amazing thing you did that nobody was around to see?

Survived 👈👈😎

87. If you could change your height, would you?

Maybe, I feel pretty short

88. What’s something you would rate 10/10?

Holding hands

89. Heels or flats?

Why not platform boots

90. What’s something you wish you had more knowledge about?

Music

91. Would you want to be famous?

92. What’s something you would get arrested for?

Prolly trespassing

93. What’s your spirit animal?

Water bears 🤔

94. What’s the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

Won tickets and got to meet Jonathan Davis so that was pretty cool

95. Are you the type to have an organized mess, or no mess at all?

Organized mess

96. Do you tend to make decisions based on the past, present, or future?

All of the above if able

97. Are you a planner or a more spontaneous person?

Planner

98. Thoughts on the oxford comma?

Important

99. What do you hope never changes?

How close the sun is to the earth

100. How would you celebrate your 100th birthday?

I aint ever wanna be that old.

Thank you Audi!!

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creepyalienghost · 5 years ago

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Orphanage Farm 2

That night Everyone slept peacefully in there beds like always, everyone but Henry and Joey. Joey had a hard time getting sleep since he kept seeing buddy’s bloody body laying there with his eyes wide and horrified look and the creatures they seen, every time he closed his eyes. Henry wasn’t much better off. He had nightmares of what they saw and what they witness. He would be Awaken by them and terrified as the images in his head never faded away. Joey eventually gave up on sleep and watched the children sleep for moments as he thought about what to do. After a minute he decided to walk around the house to see if he could find anything or come up with a plan to help Henry.. He got out of bed and quietly left the room as not to disturb the other’s.

As he roams the dark hallways of the orphanage, he started to believe that they should tell Norman about all this. He could help them by snooping around the place to see what he could find out. Maybe what those creatures are or why they were doing this to them. Norman could also help them come up with a way to escape from this farm. But of course they couldn’t tell Sammy about this. Not yet at least. He would be so crush by the news of mom farming them and that’s if he��d believed them at all. He’ll talk to Henry about it in the morning. He still couldn’t believe that sweet caring old mom would let them eat them. He thought he loved them all. It scared him to know the truth.

Joey stopped in the bathroom to looked in the mirror at his number tattooed on the side of his neck. All there necks had a number. 85389 was his. All his live he never understood why they had these. But now he knew they were only just food. His hand reached up to it and rubbed the number. There was no texture to the tattoo. It just felt like the skin around it.

Joey uses the bathroom, washed his hands then he walked out of the bathroom, only to run into mom as she was passing. “Ah!” Joey looked up in fear. “Oh. H-hi mom!” He forced himself to be calm and put a smile on his face.

Mom looked down at Joey with a smile she always had. “Joey my dear. Your not pulling any of your tricks again, are you?” He voice was kind and caring as always around them. Not the cold dark voice her herd in the tunnel.

Joey shook his head no. “N-no ma’am. I just Uh...just needed to use the bathroom.” He replied. “That’s all mom.”

She nodded down at him. “Alright Joey. Let’s get you back to bed now.” She motherly took joeys hand with hers and lead him back to their room. “Goodnight Joey.”

“Goodnight mom.” He went back to the room were everyone was still sleeping and crawled into his bed. Though he still couldn’t sleep from the images in his mind still. for hours he tried to but was to disturb what he’s seeing. Eventually his body got to exhausted and he passed out.

When morning came with the bright sunlight shinning through their windows, Susie was the first one to wake up, like always. “Guys! It’s time to wake up!” She shouted, leaping out of her bed. “It’s a new day!”

That got everyone up and moving. They all slowly crawled out of their bed and making them like mom taught them then after they all changed into their plain white uniforms. The older children helped the younger ones out with the bed making and getting on their uniforms. Once they were charged and there bed was made they’d run out of the room for breakfast after. One by one the room grew empty intel it was just Henry and Joey

“Henry. I think we should tell Norman.” Joey started as he sat on his bed. “He has the skills to get around without being seen or herd. He could help us with figuring out how to get out of this place.”

Henry came over and sat next to joey facing him. “I was also thinking about telling him to for the same reasons. And I wanted to talk to you about it.” He chuckled. “I guess it’s decided.”

Joey couldn’t help but smiled even in the situation they were in. Henry always made him smile. “I guess it is.” He agreed.

Henry stood up, taking joeys hand in his. “Come on. Before mom starts to expect us.” Together they walked down to the dinning area for breakfast and helped the others with the younger children.

Mom sat down at her spot after prayer as the children started to dig into there breakfast and talk amongst friends. She searches the faces of each of her children and all looked carefree and smiling. She knew one of them broke the rules and went pass the gate. They most likely saw what happened and she knew they the demons there Conversation. She needed to find who it was and to get rid of them before something happened. But she wasn’t worry though. She knew she will find out who it is. Her spy well tell her soon.

“D-Did you see the way m-mom was watching?” Joey ask Henry. Breakfast was finish and the two had gone to the library for free time. It was a private place to discuss the truth with Norman and make a plan. They waiting on Norman to arrived there like Henry asked before leaving the dining room. ”S-she was like a vulture looking for..” Joey stopped when he released where he was going.

Henry sat down on the table next to him. “Yea. I saw. But.” He looked up at Joey. “I don’t think she knows, yet.” Joey looked back at Henry hard gaze. “And we have to kept it like that.” Henry continued.

“Like what?” Norman came inside though the library’s open door, making the boys jump.

Joey places his hand over his now thumbing heart and breaths a sigh of relief. “Jesus norm! You scared us!”

Norman chuckled by there startled faces. “Sorry you Guys.” He replied. “Now what do we gotta kept what like it?”

The two others looked at each other for a moment, then they turn back to Norman. ”Norman.” Henry replied, standing up. “Close the door and have a seat. We gotta tell you something.”

—

Norman sat there and listen to everything they had to tell him. Like how they don’t actually get adopted to a family. Instead they get killed by sick and twisted creatures and placed in a tube to be shipped off for rich creatures to eat them, and how they found buddy’s dead brutally and herd about how the lowest test scores get shipped out if your between 6-11. 12 years old gets shipped out automatically, They mention that this place was actually a farm to raise them intel it’s time to get shipped off and it might not be the only one. Lastly they told him how mom knows they harvest and allowed it.

Norman looked at each of them for a long while, thinking. “I believe you.”

“What?!” Henry ask, shocked.

“You do?!” Joey ask.

Norman wasn’t one for believing In Radical or crazy things like Joey. He was more logical and based his knowledge in the books he read in class and the library. but he wasn’t they only one. Henry was also logical with what he believed in and he wasn’t a good trickster. Henry was telling the truth. plus Norman had soon some odd things around.

Norman looked towards Henry. “If Henry believes what he’s saying, which he does, then I believe him.”

“Make sense.” Joey nodded, sitting down on the table again. “Now the question is...What are we going to do about it?” He looked from Henry to Norman.

“We’re going to learn about our situation.” Norman replied in a matter of fact tone. “That’s what were going to do.” He stood up going over to a desk and grabbing a pen and a piece of paper to write out a list. “First We need to understand what lays beyond the fence around us.” He told them as he scribbled it down on the paper. “We need to see if there are guard around or anything that could go wrong when running away.”

Joey and Henry both came up beside Norman “We could do that on free time.” Joey said. “That way mom thinks we’re just playing in the woods.”

Norman nodded. “That’s a good plan. We can do that tomorrow. While have more time.” He wrote that down under the first step.

“We need to gather information on the outside.” Henry stated as he stared off into space, thinking. “Like how dangerous it is? Are is there any other farms or even free humans?” Norman wrote that down as well.

“The creatures.” Henry simply said. “We need to know what they are, understand there ..ways on why they eat us.” He told them. Norman writing that down to.

“Alright.” Norman finishes the list. “Anything else we need to learn about?”

They all look at each other for a long moment thinking of anything they missed then they all shouted in unison. “Mom!”

Norman wrote the last idea down on the peace of paper before Folding it up and stuffing it in a book to hide it. They he and Henry heads to the door.

“But theres there’s one small problem.” Joey stated. Henry and Norman turned to him to hear him out. “What about the other children here?” He asked, looking at them two. “We can’t just leave them hear to get eaten. There a family.”

Norman nodded. “We’re figure that out along the way. For now, let just stick with learning as much as we can, alright?”

Joey nodded. He knew Norman was right. They needed to learn these things first before making a plan. Together they left the safety of the library, joining the others outside. Joey and Henry ran out to Tom to play soccer with him and the others, with Norman headed under the tree to hang out with Sammy. He sits next to the nerdy boy and let’s him lean on him. “Where have you been?” Sammy looked away from his book to Norman, with a smile.

“Oh me, Joey and Henry were just missing around in the game room.” Norman hated lying to him. But Henry told him not to tell Sammy about mom. He would crush his innocent spirit.

Sammy looked at him for a moment then kisses his cheek. “Alright.” He Simply stated then continued on with his book.

———

The day goes on and the night quickly came. Everyone started to wined down after their dinner was eaten and cleaned. Tom and Alison sat in the game room playing chess, Alison was just barely beating him. Wally was coloring with dot, he wanted to give it to mom when he was finish as a surprise! Sammy was in the music room with mom -of course-and jack. She was teaching them more the song they have been working on.

The three decided over lunch that they needed to act like there Normal selves tonight so mom wouldn’t get suspicious of them. Henry picked a book and read to the younger ones as he usually did most nights. It helped mom get them to sleep for the night. Norman was in the library again but was studying this time. He couldn’t afford to get lower grades. Mom would notice and he’d Definitely get shipped off. Joey was setting up a prank that he knew he was going to get time out for. But that was his Normal self.

By nine o’clock, all the older children started brushing there teeth and to heading for there soft comfy beds after giving mom a goodnight hug. Henry laid down, hoping there was no nightmares tonight and was asleep by 10 minutes. Poor Joey was so tired from the restlessness of the night before that his body just crashed within half an hour. Norman reads for a book for about an hour before putting it aside and falling asleep immediately.

After a while of laying there and listening to everyone’s breathing so they were sure everything were all asleep, the spy sat up in their bed, looking at each of face to really make sure each was asleep. They slowly pull themselves out of bed and quietly walked down the walkway towards the door, leaving the safety of the room.

The hallway was pitch black and eerie but they were used to this by now, besides they seen a lot worse then the dark. The spy began walking down the long dark hallway all the way to mom’s office. They knocked on the door and waited patiently. The door slightly opens with moms face peering though. “Ah. There’s my dearest little spy.” She smiled as she opened the door widen for them to come in “Come on in.”

——-

Hmmmm. Who can be the treacherous spy?🤔

#bendy and the ink machine #sammy lawrence #joey drew #norman polk #henry stein #the promise neverland

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dannineedsfriends · 6 years ago

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A Favour Part 2

Oof. I need some serious baby kisses next chapter to make up for this one.

Walking home, Anne was still wrapped up in Catherine's cardigan and she grapples onto Cathy's hand, to whom refuses to let go. Their shoulders brush together once more and Anne yawns softly, laying her head on her shoulder as they walk, despite it being uncomfortable.

"Tired?" Cathy asks, squeezing their interlocked fingers. Anne nods slowly and yawns again, squeezing back just as hard.

"A little bit. I've just been thinking about school and things and… how the only positive thing I associate with school is you."

"Anne, you don't have to act anymore.." she says, mumbling and looking to her feet. "The girl's aren't watching our every move anymore."

She shrugs. "'M being honest, love. I just have so much to prove to people and it's stressing me out, someone to pretend to be. With you, I had a completely fresh slate, almost no opinions beforehand, or expectations; it was a breath of fresh air. Never in my life have I been so utterly grateful for one person to be my friend, even if I'm a complete fuck-tart with bad hygiene."

"You don't have bad--"

"Oh don't jinx it. You'll say that and I promise- i won't shower for at least a month." She teases, lifting off of her shoulder and stepping away to swing their arms between them. "I just look at you and I see everything I want to be, everything I want to have, all in one deity of a human beings and…-"

Anne drawls off, not quite being able to fathom the words she's trying to say, and her silence almost costs her the chance.

"Wait.. this is your house.." she grumbles, shaking her head and taking the last of the heat before beginning to pull off the cardigan, but realising that Parr hadn't let go of her hand.

She just smiles, leading her up the steps to the front door and pushing it open, mentioning for Anne to step inside, to which she accepts gracefully, feeling the heat radiating from the doorway. Cathy pushes off her shoes and takes a deep breath, grabbing Anne's hand again and pulling her up to her bedroom.

"What do you think you're doing, out of curiosity?"

Before Catherine has time to answer, Anne is pushed up against the wall adjacent to the door, Cathy's lips to hers, urgent, desperate even, as her hands graze her hips, gripping them through the dungarees.

Anne pushes her fingers into her kind-of-girlfriend's curls, kissing her back with as much passion and pulling her closer, pushing the nape of her neck in encouragement. That was when she jumped to wrap her legs around her waist, crossing her feet and still being against the wall, but now Parr's hands were exploring the pockets of her shorts, grinning against the kiss.

It wasn't long before Parr's lips left hers, moving to explore her neck and jaw. From the glances of Cathy's face, she was covered in Anne's lipstick, which only excited her more. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as they somehow found their way onto the bed. That was when Anne pulled away from Cathy, breathing heavily as she found herself straddling her hips.

"What the fuck just happened?" Anne asks breathlessly and Parr sits up, holding herself up on one arm, the other arm shrugging as she touches the soft curls of baby hair at the base of Anne's neck, which raises goosebumps across the girl's arms.

"I don't know what came over me.. I never thought I'd do anything like that- ever." She raises her eyebrows and Anne can't help but grin at the sight in front of her. Cathy, the softest girl about, was beneath her, lips and chin covered in her lipstick.

"Please do it more often." Anne grins, moving to have her lips meet Cathy's again, softly, eyes fluttering shut. All desperation for contact was lost between them, and now they simply basked in the connections, timid yet so unperturbed.

"I'm planning on it." Cathy teases, shifting beneath Anne's weight once their kiss had broken once more. She rolls off of her lap, sensing the discomfort and sits up next to her, and her partner falls back into the bed, curls spreading across the pillow in a feathered blanket. Anne maneuvers across to the point where she's sat over Cathy's torso, looking down at her.

"Anne? Can I ask you something? Its okay if you say no- I've just always wanted to ask."

"Mhm?"

"Do you like girls?"

"Has there ever been a more obvious question?" She grins, eyes sparkling and she reaches and smudges the lipstick on her chin.

Cathy murmurs, trying to turn over but ceasing with the pressure of arms pulling her back in place. She opens her eyes to the sleeping figure of Anne Boleyn, peaceful and comfortable, she can assume. At some point, they must have fallen asleep because the covers were pulled over them.

She moves to rub her eyes, yawning and cringing at the fact that the sun was coming through the window, in the gap in the curtain. Never in her life had she woken up next to someone- let alone someone that she had made out with. She notices that Anne, the poor thing, is still in her dungarees, and her teeth tugs at her bottom limp. Isn't she uncomfortable?

Her dark brown hair covers her face and Cathy reaches out to push it out of the way, hand resting against her cheek, thumb stroking the skin. Anne shifts and inhales sharply, pulling at Cathy's hip.

Her gut doesn't tug like she thought it was, when Anne moves. If she was caught touching her, she was sure that Anne would just smile and lean into her touch. Why is this girl so… so… loving…?

And what made her so addictive? Why did every touch of Anne's fingers leave her craving more? Why did every kiss leave her lusting to feel her lips against hers just one last time?

Even the few kisses that she had shared with boys felt nothing like this, to her recollection. They felt meaningless and insignificant compared to the oceans of emotions thrumming through her veins when she kissed Anne…

Anne.

It was just Anne. A girl. Did she even like girls…? She had asked Anne and wasn't even sure herself. Anne wasn't a boy either, to her recollection. She glances down and shakes her head. Definitely not, no.

The girl in front of her smiles in her slumber, still trying to get closer to Cathy. Instead of allowing her to creep up on her, she shuffles back and blows gently into Anne's face, watching her eyelids flutter.

"You little dick-head! You're awake!" Catherine announces loudly, moving a bit away from her, and she observes Anne as she giggles and yawns, opening her eyes and stretching out, hand leaving Cathy's waist.

"You caught me." Anne smiles, watching her and Cathy sits up abruptly, pushing herself off of her bed and wiping at her face, suddenly. "Cathy-? Are you alright?"

But Cathy keeps moving and she's practically forced to drag herself after her, following her to sit outside the bathroom door, knocking on it. "Are you crying?"

Theres a hiccupped sob through the door. "No. Why would I be crying?"

"I dunno. That's why I'm asking because you're clearly upset." Anne shuts up, sighing and standing up. "Was it something I did..?"

"If it was me- I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do anything and..-" she tries to think about what she could've done. She didn't touch anything in her room, she stayed in bed and cuddled her, like she asked. What else does she want?

"You- you're just..-" Cathy opens the door to the bathroom slightly, peaking out. "You're too fucking adorable and- it's not funny, Anne."

"You're-" she bites back a giggle. "You're crying because I'm cute?"

"Yes." She admits woefully, now shameful as she allows the door to swing open. Anne wraps her arms around Cathy's neck, leaning to kiss the corner of her lips.

"It's okay - I get that a lot." She says, lips still against her face. Despite herself, Cathy grins at the cheek of her, closing her eyes as the last tear skims her cheek. Anne brushes it away. "Now come back to bed - I need to cuddle my Cathy."

It became a regularity for Anne to show up on a Saturday morning when Cathy was enjoying her coffee. Sometimes they sat quietly and did homework, others they chatted and drank way too much than they should've, just because they wanted an excuse to keep talking, sometimes they even held hands over the table, when they were sure people weren't watching.

That was what made the moment that much more special, Catherine mused, fingers drumming against her mug as she checks the clock once more, straining her neck to see out of the window. Where was she? She sighs impatiently, running a hand through her hair and checking her phone for a message that she knew she hadn't got. Her phone wasn't on silent, and she knew that there were no messages coming through, but why did she check?

Because she was addicted to Anne. Her Anne. She looks to her coffee mug, now empty. Sighing, she stands up, picking up a small bag and putting it on her back. This was the first time in a while that she had been stood up. But- then again, what was she thinking? It wasn't a date. It wasn't a tradition for Anne to show up. It was simply a nice thing that was now no longer happening.

Cathy leaves the coffee shop disappointed. Shouldn't she be happy? After all, her quiet morning to herself was restored, and maybe she did enjoy it, she decides. Yeah. She did. She's completely fine without Anne. Instead of heading straight home, to prove that she's doing just fine, she detours through the park, taking in the ending cycle of the trees and the cold air.

It had barely been a month since the whole Anne shenanigans started, leaving Cathy completely out of ideas for Christmas. It was in a week, near abouts, and school was over, leaving her with nothing to do for two whole weeks. She hugs herself tightly, watching the fog emit from her mouth and shaking her head at herself for being foolish.

She was too busy watching the trees to notice that Anne was standing right in front of her, holding hands with a man, to whom she had never seen before. Her Anne leans into the figure, her profile grinning contentedly, looking to at him and leaning into his lips. She lets go of his hand and wraps her arms around his neck, her back to Parr.

Cathy audibly gasps and widens her eyes and turns on her heel, her stomach dropping to rattle at her feet as she walked, swallowing hard.

There's footsteps behind her, and then theres a hand twisting her around, and she catches the face of Anne, grabbing onto her, her lipstick smudged like it was the night of the party, but it's not her responsibility to fix it, not anymore. She shrugs her off and turning to walk away, blinking the tears out of her eyes and wiping at her face. She raises her shoulders to her ears, shaking her head again and again, ignoring the shouts that were coming from behind her.

"Cathy- Cathy, please!" Anne yells, jogging to keep up with her.

"Don't call me that!" Cathy snaps, turning around to look her in the face, swiping at her face. "Don't call me that.." she repeats, voice breaking and cracking as she stares Anne right in the face. She just shakes her head, eyes locking with Anne's.

"Go back to whoever the fuck that was. He's waiting for you." She spits, turning again and sprinting home.

An image flashes in her mind of her own hand clutched in Anne's. Her Anne's. Or- his Anne's, perhaps would be more fitting.

Anne didn't need her anymore, she decides. Everything Anne did was fake, obviously. If she meant any of it, why would she spend her time holding hands with someone else…? She meant nothing to Anne. The stolen kisses and the sweet whispers. Nothing. All the times Anne had held her close to her chest and told her that she was beautiful.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. It was all wrong! Catherine Parr is alone. She has been, is and always will be alone because, as proven, there will always be someone better. There will always be more. The grass is always greener on the other side, as they say. Why would such an angel as Anne be tied devilishly to a binding entity such as Parr? Because I'm worthless, she thinks. I'm worthless.

#six fanfiction #six musical #sixthemusical #fanfiction #it could be parrlyn idk man #parrlyn if you squint #parrlyn #parrelyn #anne x catherine #anne boleyn x catherine parr #catherine parr x anne boleyn #catherine parr #anne boleyn #boleyn x parr #parr x boleyn #my lesbian babies #my writing #oops my thumb slipped

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melonmork · 7 years ago

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college jungwoo pt 2

hope it's been enjoyable so far!! part 2 will be a lot more fluffy :~) 🐻💞

college jungwoo part one

from: jungwoo🐻

Wear something you'll be comfy walking around downtown in 😊

~so you stay up later than usual on thursday night, tossing and turning in your bed, thinking about spending tomorrow evening walking around downtown with sweetheart angel boy jungwoo

~and it's all u think about throughout friday, too, during classes and while u eat lunch with friends

~and by the time 6 rolls around, you're already dressed and ready to go, laying on ur bed and trying to get ur mind off of the quick pace of ur heart and the butterflies having a full on rave in ur tummy by scrolling through social media on your phone and texting some friends

~meanwhile jungwoo is kinda freaking out because it's 6:30 and thanks to doyoung, yuta, winwin, yukhei, and kun, jungwoo isnt even dressed yet and his hair is a total mess and he cant even hear himself think over the shrek soundtrack that yukhei is belting the lyrics to while winwin records the whole thing and yuta does interpretive dancing

~kun and doyoung are helpful though, doyoung fusses with jungwoo's hair while he brushes his teeth and kun finds the shirt that jungwoo couldnt find and they manage to get him out of the door looking clean and handsome by 6:50

~it takes about five minues to get to where you two are going to meet up, so he has plenty of time, but he's worried he'll be late so he's speedwalking and he checks the time on his phone five times a minute

~jungwoo makes it to the stairwell with seven minutes to spare and at the same time that he arrives there, u start to leave your room and head there too

~when you get to the top of the stairs, you stop there before going down to meet him and your heart does somersaults again at just the sight of his back

~he's leaning against the railing, hands in his jean pockets and humming along to a distant melody probably coming from the window of someone's nearby dorm, frequently pulling his phone out of his pocket and checking the time, only to return to his humming and gazing out at the campus

~he's waiting for me the thought suddenly occurs to you, making your heart beat faster and ur breath hitch in your throat

~after a minute of watching him, you snap out of ur lil trance and try to act composed and not super nervous and u start walking down the steps to meet him; he hears you and turns around, his face changing from a little surprised to.... fond... the corners of his lips turn up into a gentle smile and his gaze softens as he watches you approach

~and u have no idea but his heart beats so fast watching u because you're smiling and your hair is being rustled slightly by the breeze and the sunlight is illuminating your skin and wow you look like an angel and kim jungwoo is in awe of your beauty

~when u stand beside him and look up at him and say hello, he grins and says hello back and then u two head out, making light conversation and enjoying the lovely evening weather

~the walk to downtown is about 15 minutes, so you have plenty of time to talk about your days and yourselves and you two do a pure lil question game

~and whenever you talk he looks over at you more than he looks ahead of himself and one time he even almost walks into a fire hydrants nad your like juNGWOO u clumsy boy be careful fksjdjjsjxjs

~but it's cause you're so cute n your hair is so pretty being blown around your cute face by the breeze :"-(

~also one time u Swear he intentionally brushes the back of his hand against urs and steals a quick glance at u to see your reaction (he's pleased with it)

~n e ways jungwoo leads u to an italian restaurant and u guys order n jungwoo insists on letting u try his food buT he wont let you feed urself he has to feed it to you 🤧 he even tries to wipe some sauce from the corner of ur mouth but ure like nO i can do it jsjdksjdj but then he just smiles and asks if it tastes good and hes smiling at u with those cute bunny teeth and pretty sparkling eyes and youre like yes youre-I MEAN IT's delicious

~he takes you to street food stalls afterwards and buys u two ice cream (he gets chocolate ice cream. he just seems like a chocolate ice cream kinda boy???) and he Definitely takes a lick of your ice cream and he offers his to u too :"-) this boy would have pretty much no shame hes just too happy thats hes with u to care abt being super polite or anything

~soon it's dark and jungwoo offers you his arm and when you take it he leans close to your ear and says "stay close to me, i'll protect you" and it's SO cheesy and like ... you're surrounded by sweet old couples in food stalls and a few other young couples and theres no one u need protecting from but it still makes ur heart burst and ur face heat up because his breath tickled your neck and it was hot on your ear and u felt urself flush down to ur toes

~u two start walking back to campus, having finished ur ice cream already

~but you're both walking so slow because you want to spend as much time together as possible even though neither of you says anything about that

~your arm is still in his and you're walking so close together and when there's a lull in the conversation, u realize that u dont even know if this is a date or not

~and maybe it's something in the clear night air or maybe it's the way you can feel his eyes lingering on you after you've long looked away but you have a surge of confidence so you ask him

~"jungwoo... are we on a date?" you look down at your feet after asking, a little embarrassed by the question after it manifests into words

~but he doesnt miss a beat, he looks at you, smiling, his eyes soft and his cheeks flushed although you can't tell because it's too dark and he says "if you're okay with it, then yes, i think we are"

~you return his gaze, your heart beating fast and the smile on your face uncontrollable and you nod at him and after that you two walk in a happy, shy silence all the way back to the stairs where you met earlier that evening

~finally, you let go of his arm, but his hand finds yours before your arm is back by your side

~and he takes his time, holding your one hand in both of his, running his thumb on the back of your hand as if he's holding something invaluably precious (he is)

~he smiles down at his hands holding your own hand and as one hand intertwines with yours, his gaze raises and now he's smiling softly at you, seeming to take in your beauty, admiring the shadows of the tree in front of the streetlamp cast upon your cheek, admiring the way your eyes look up at him, expectant and shy and earnest and oh my god you make him weak at the knees

~and he wants to kiss you so bad but he doesnt want to rush it so he sighs and thansk you and tells you he'll see you tomorrow and you two say good night and he walks backwards away from you until your fingertips are all that are still touching, and then he finally turns and goes on his way

~and you're standing at the bottom of those steps, looking up at the moon

~was the moon always so breathtaking? you've always loved her, but tonight she just looks so... divine...

~the next day u and jungwoo go get lunch together and he holds your hand again every time you two are walking :~)

~u run into doyoung on campus again when u guys are just walking around killing time after lunch and doyoung looks at jungwoo like ;^) i see you and jungwoo scrunches his face up at doyoung and then continues to tell you about his two hamsters he had in elementary school

~u and jungwoo see each other almost every day after that and jungwoo's friends are honestly shocked that he's investing so much time into something other than studying,,,, even tho a lot of ur dates are study dates in the library

~this goes on for about a month and u and jungwoo still havent kissed ,,, not even that one time when jungwoo leaned in so close to your face that you could feel the heat of his cheeks on your own for No Reason???? other than maybe to torture u wHat the heck jungwoo????

~until one thursday night when jungwoo texts you

from: jungwoo 🐻🙊💕

come to the park outside the campus library. hurryy

~it's like ,,,, 9:30 PM and you're already in ur sweats and ur hair is wet from ur shower,,,, but it's jungwoo,,, and you're a little worried he's in trouble,,, so u put on ur teddy bear slippers and head out

~and when u get there five minutes later you're kind of oblivious and u cant see him and you dont realize what the big deal is

~until you're standing there for a minute, looking into the grassy park

~ur eyes light up when you notice the fireflies, probably a hundred of them, dancing and twirling and glowing and bumbling through the park, moving this way and that and lighting up, then going dark, over and over again

~you're enchanted. they're beautiful and you cant believe you've not noticed them until now but you cant look away from the magic that's before you

~you wonder how anything could ever amount to the beauty of this moment

~and as you're admiring the scene before you, you feel a tap on your shoulder and you turn around with a start

~jungwoo is standing to your right, his right hand in his pocket and his left hand already beginning to intertwine with your left, his fingertips moving from your palm to trace each of your own fingertips before he lets his fingers lock in between yours

~"it's beautiful" you tell him

~he nods and then it's quiet for a minute and then from the quietness you hear him say "you're so much more beautiful, though." and in a moment he's turned to face you, his right hand moves to rest softly underneath your chin and he leans close to your face, closer than the first time he did this and you know this is it, this is what you've fallen asleep thinking about for a month

~his warm breath heats your already flushed face and his lips just barely brush against your own before he leans back just the tiniest bit

~he leans back in to close the distance, a small smile playing on his lips now and he basks in the pleasure of feeling your skin against his lips as he kisses your cheek

~you smile and laugh a little at how he's drawing it out and making you wait and he laughs too and your noses are touching and you're both smiling

~his hand moves from underneath your chin to gently hold the back of your neck, his thumb resting under your jaw and his fingers slightly brushing against ur hair

~his soft, warm lips press a kiss into the corner of your mouth and finally he presses his lips to yours, moving them slowly and deliberately and softly against your own and in your mind you take back your earlier thought, no amount of beautiful scenery could ever amount to the beauty of this moment, this moment when the boy who walks you a quarter of a mile home from the library every day, the boy who tells you to make a wish when he brushes an eyelash off ur cheek, the boy who remembers ur favorite color from that one time you told him in passing last year in bio lab... this moment when the boy you love kisses you like he's been waiting to do so since forever

~after a moment you start smiling and he kisses your teeth and then he starts smiling and laughing too and you wrap your arms around his shoulders and he moves his face into the crook of your neck and holds you so so close to him and he says "i love you" and you say it back to him, "i love you too"

~that night you two sit down in the grass amongst the fireflies and share kisses and stories and laugh when a firefly lands in jungwoo's hair and you lay back and look at the moon through thin layers of fast moving clouds and talk about how beautiful she is and how she's more beautiful when you're in love...

ahhhhhh i hope u liked it !!! i hope it was cute dkjsjsjs it was fun to write, jungwoo is such a cutie pie my heart was mush while writing part 2 especially :"-) aslo can i just say: jungwoo in scrubs!!!! yes that is all thank u for reading!!! 🌿🐻🍒🌙♥️

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zo-etic · 6 years ago

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What would it be like without tv?

Every night, we put the tv on and watch it until it’s late or we’re too tired to stay up any longer.

Since when did everyone just switch on their tvs at night after dinner and just watch?

What’s it like without the tv? Without the noise? When you have to entertain yourself? Would you spend more time with the people you love, would you read more? Would kids do more homework just to have something to do?

I’m not saying I’m not grateful for technology, I just think it’s so sad to be in this position every night, it’s so empty and boring and sad.

It’s just going to get worse as I get older too. Everyone connected to technology more and more. How long will it take for our world to be made out of technology? We’re already working on trees that glow in the dark to provide light and save electricity?

I don’t know.

Lately I’ve just been feeling like life is so empty and sad and pointless, and maybe that’s me being a little depressed and hopeless; but it’s true. What should we be excited about in life? Our futures? Because our futures are the same as everyone else’s, there’s really not much we’ll do that other people havent. And of course, that doesnt mean we wont enjoy it, i dont know what it means.

Maybe there’s something wrong with me - I FEEL wrong. Like im so much more up in my head than i should be, but i cant figure out how to come back to earth. I cant even remember if this is normal, to spend so much time thinking; even when im talking to people, doing things, i’m in my head. It’s worse when im listening to music, or doing something that doesnt require concentration. Reading is a distraction, and watching things can be a distraction too; but then i feel strange when I stop doing those things. I feel blank and empty like there’s nothing waiting for me beyond the book or the screen. Like the world is so quiet, unturning, people are frozen out in the street where they were walking, smoke comes from the exhaust of cars...but they dont move. And then time just skips, and suddenly it’s a couple of hours later and ive lived and so have the people in the street, the frozen cars are different to the ones before and the light outside the window is different. I know i lived every moment that i seem to have skipped, and i can remember each and every one of those seconds, but it feels like nothing happened in them at all...

I think i need help, but it would be so hard to talk about this. No one would understand, they couldnt help...it’s like that feeling i used to get, where it felt like my cells were freezing, through my chest into my left arm, into my palm. It felt like my blood was freezing, and it hurt. It would throb through me, some kind of icy breeze, and then it would linger...then disappear. My counsellor didnt understand that, i cant remember what she said; but im sure i would have remembered if it had been useful or interesting/important.

What do i do? I feel like ive got so many problems, but maybe im not looking at the big picture. Maybe i’m looking at every individual problem as it hits me and they just keep banking up as i fail to immediately solve them. That’s another question though, how far do they bank up? Have i actually been solving any of my problems, or have i just been side-stepping them and saying “good enough”?

I know i need help...maybe, and maybe i want help...but how do i get it? Therapy has never helped me before, ive always been better off working things out on my own, talking to my mum about things to get them off my chest and then doing the rest on my own. Who do i get help from? What would it cost? I could go to a school therapist, but i’d have to skip class for that, it would get weird. I dont want to skip class - that would stress me out. And last time, the school counsellor didnt help, but then again, i cant remember having big problems the last time i went...i think i’d been dating james for 2 months when i went to her; that’s such a long time ago, around about now.

Maybe this is normal...it’s just being a teenager, right? I dont want to worry my mum either, im okay, im dealing with it; even if that means struggling...as long as im just dealing with it. Im trying to focus on music, i know i should be trying to focus on school but im not interested right now. School feels empty too, i go to a building, entertain myself on the bus twice a day, talk to people i call friends, sit through six classes and take notes, pretend to/actually listen, crush on people who dont notice me, and then i go home and do it all again the next day. For what? An education, to be social; whatever. See what i mean? Everything feels pointless.

Even my possibilities seem close-ended; my endless possibilities. Breaking up with James was meant to make me feel open, see all the options out there. It doesnt feel like that. Sometimes i get a flash of that feeling, realising that there are so many people to love in the world and I could probably have a lot of them...but that door is as closed as ever because of my crush on the boy who’s taken; my heart is already dedicated to him...and he’s going to have to break it. I dont want him to, but if im going to move on, he’ll have to break my heart first. Maybe it’ll be indirect, maybe i’ll do it for him, telling myself he’ll never notice me, that im not like her and she’s better than me, the simple fact that it probably means nothing when he looks at me, oh and the lack of him noticing me. Yea sure, we text a lot occasionally, when i start the conversation, we tease each other and joke, but at the end of the day, what does it really mean? Anything? I dont know.

That’s the answer to all of my questions: I don’t know.

I’m not going to get help, not yet. At least I know I’m not depressed, something’s wrong but it’s not that. Luckily, I’m not suicidal, and I don’t want to self-harm; I tried that. In the shower, with the shaving razor, two little red lines, running blood, the sting, it didnt feel good, it didnt help; and I regretted it, I wanted it to go away. I won’t be trying that again, at least not for a while.

I just don’t understand, when did this all happen? And why? What started it - and how do I stop it? Melbourne Music Tour was perfect, I felt alive again, life felt electric and full, lovely and full of opportunities, friendship, warmth; experience. It was 7 days. I had seven days of life. It has been almost 7 days since. I have had seven days of emptiness. I could say it’s a cycle, but it’s not. It was a long, flat line of nothing, and then a 7 day blip, a promising little heartbeat...the world has gone flat again.

I’m kind of getting sad writing this, negativity and all. And it’s not helping, I feel the same, fuzzy head, tired, bored, it’s late (11:07pm, so not really that late for me, but im still tired). Im surprised about how much ive written though, how all of this is just flowing and ive just been letting it all out; ive barely stopped.

Maybe i am a little depressed, sadness comes easily. I do feel sad, deep down, it hurts. And when i do feel sad I know it’s deep, it’s the kind of sadness that opens a ravine in your chest and makes you want to hug something close to you, tight, to close the gap, make it feel better; to have something to hold onto while you’re being ripped apart from the inside out; and when you have no one that’s a little hard to do.

I want to tell myself that I’ll be okay, the thought lingered in my head, but I don’t feel like I will be right now. Im not interested...in life? I dont want to die, i just dont feel interested in doing anything im doing, not really. Even my hobbies are all dropping away. What are my hobbies? I spent one day writing in the holidays and i havent since. I read a bit...but its not very fun. I havent painted anything for months, watching Glee is a good distraction, but its more a way to pass the time than a way to entertain myself. Music is my only real hobby, i enjoy it, i love playing guitar, feeling the song, learning piano, looking at sheet music, recording my voice memos on my phone; if anything can get me through, it’s music. Maybe that’s the way out. I’m planning on buying a proper microphone, to record myself and sing into and...ive been thinking about starting a youtube channel, to have somewhere to put all of the voice memos i record. Maybe people will like it, maybe i’ll like it. It feels like the only step, in any direction, that im planning on taking in my life right now; everything else seems blurred and slow motion, walled-off. Music seems like a road to follow...

I dont know how to end this, i dont know what to say at all. I feel like there’s a lot more to say, but i know ive already said a lot, and i also know that theres nothing else materialising in my head right now; just the distant feel of thoughts. Im scared as well, we just watched a movie, there were dead people in it, it was gory, scary; i didnt like it. So now im paranoid and scared. I’ll go sit in my room, against my headboard, with the wall next to me; it feels safe there.

Maybe i really do need help - i sound insane. Im not, im just going through stuff...maybe i’ll end up talking to mum about it, but for now im going to take the weekend to chill.

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julucid · 7 years ago

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Jan 2 ' 18 / N21 / friend

its winter and theres a fuck ton of snow outside---im talking ski resort type of hills right on your doorsteps and they're pretty steep and high but somehow the people managed to clean up the streets and driveway enough for the cars to pass by. pretty much all of the neighborhood were playing around with their makeshift sleds and i was going rounds on my own---using a garbage can lid, even though the street was busy. the cars were driving so fast while the ground was still filled with wet muck and slush. at some point i thought the dream would end with me getting side-swept by one. the cars would just either swerve really dangerously or fly by, barely scraping the people fucking around. they always seemed to miss us like we repelled them like magnets. there was an impressive sized hill right next ours and this dude with a santa hat had a fancy sled; decorated festively---red and green paintjob, golden bells, plastic poinsettias, scattered evergreen leaves, chopped-up branches, and glitter all over it. he rode the steep-ass hill and flew up so far that he ended up on top of the neighbor's roof and everyone clapped and cheered for him. i was gonna ask if i could ride his sled once when i noticed that my friend (idk her irl but i felt strongly close to her) was missing. she was just sleding toward's a neighbor's driveway a few moments before and i didnt pay attention to what she was doing after that. i crossed over to the other side of the street and i didnt realize the whole scene has changed.

im no longer in a brooklyn neighborhood, but somehow in the middle of the city. its a little dark but not after sundown---maybe overcast weather. its no longer winter but early summer. im in a parking lot, and it smells a little like sewer steam and burnes tires. the lot was emptied out to make space for these panels. i dont know what they were there for but i guessed they were there to convert people to another religion. there were lots of people standing around just chilling with their friends and some were going up to the tables to listen to the panel speakers.

i felt a blue handball hit my thigh and snatched it in the air after it bounced. people in the crowd where playing catch and trying to keep the ball from falling as long as possible. some of the faces were familiar to me as if i knew them, but none of them had any names. the goal of the game was for half the people to stay rooted in their spots and wait for the ball to come their way and catch it while the other half is lurking around the crowd using people's bodies as their masks waiting for a ball to reach someone and steal the catch from them. if you looked at the crowd in the distance, the ball moves at fucking lightspeed and all you can see is a soft blur of blue looping and arching over people. sometimes people got hit by the ball and end up pulverized then another stranger pops out, out of nowhere in their spot to keep the crowd as dense as possible. i played a couple of rounds with them being scared as shit not knowing whether i should catch that tiny ball of death or not.

i only remembered i was there to find my friend when i saw her walking around dazed and wide eyed like she was lost. i wanted to call out to her but i didnt even know her name. she sat in a plastic chair in one of the panels and the guy next to her glanced at her and rubbed her back while he kept talking to the people. i never heard what they were saying the whole time i was there. the parking lot was quiet except for the sound of shoes shifting lazily. it was as if you could only hear what they were saying if you decided to be a follower of the religion---or hoodwinked. i grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the table. the guy only looked at me for a moment then looked at the other people in the panel. they had blank expressions and didnt move to do anything as if they didnt care. i tried to talk to my friend but she wouldnt respond and she continued to stare at nothing. if i looked her right in the eyes, she didnt see me---like she was drugged. she looked so fragile and small that i fucking lost it then and went over to the guy that was touching her. i grabbed him by the collar to lift him up enough for me to punch the shit out of his dull face. my arm felt weird as if it was made out of wood and i couldnt control it as well as i wanted. the punches felt strong as i willed them to land but his face seemed to take forever before it even started bleeding. he didnt make a sound but just smiled at me. i wanted to stay there until i turned it to a pulp but the dream warped and i was in another place now.

the season changed again and it's late fall. leaves have already fallen. im in someone's back yard, but its waaaay too big too be a random suburban home. it seems like they were at the edge of a forrest, but i couldnt see the trees or the house even though i felt them. it was longer than it is wide---if you walked the whole thing from one end to the other, it would take weeks to finish. the whole perimeter was surrounded by a 10 feet white picket fence like there was no in and out. there were wooden structures inside. they look like super low tree houses or just random walls set up like a paint ball range. some were complicated and endless like a maze. i was alone and i still felt like i was there to get my friend back. i forgot alot of things that happened in that area because i was trying to go through the length and figure out what the fuck i was supposed to do there. towards the end i was running away from these men in black that i could barely see. it was only an or two hour after noon but they moved like shadows in the dark. they had katanas in their hands and for some reason i kept getting flashes of their weapons in my head. i kept running and didnt trip up but every few seconds i would see them in great detail and so close that the edge was seemed to cut the air i breathed. the sword was weirdly fat though, not like the normal flat sword. i mostly saw just their katanas and felt like i was being chased around by flying weapons. then the visions stopped and i all i saw was the never ending length i still had to run in front of me. my legs felt like they were shrinking and turning to dust. i started slowing down and my sight of line started sinking, i didnt look down but i knew that my body was turning into red and golden leaves among the others. i suddenly closed my eyes cause i felt like there was nothing left for me to see and one of the guys chasing me cut his katana through my shoulder and aimed low for my heart. i felt it go right out of my chest and my heart felt full.

the dream led me to the last scene. its early winter. im in a quiet neighborhood away from the city. the streets were high sloping hills that turned and twisted like a roller coaster but only going down and down. it was raining hard and i was with my friend now. we didnt talk but she was laughing. i just watched her as she did a running start and slid down the slope by having one foot in front of the other. she didnt fall but she just kept going faster. she was screaming and laughing out loud, her voice was echoing through the houses. i wondered why the neighbors werent peaking out their windows. i wanted to follow after her but I hesitated---until a giant wave of water started crashing by a street corner like a flushed toilet. i looked back down to my friend, she was still sliding and she was far away now, looking as small as toy. i started sliding down the street too and i somehow ended up sliding side by side her. she locked arms with me and the rain fell down even harder that i couldnt even make out her face clearly. i looked back and the waves were still near the top so i stopped worrying about it. it felt like we were never gonna stop sliding down though so my heart kept pumping with adrenalin. i closed my eyes and just layed my head on her shoulder. my body was light and i felt like i was flying through a storm.

i woke up with my hands frozen and my body shivering under the blankets.

#dream log

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