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writingwithcolor · 3 years

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Jurassic period alien interacting with key cultures and historical figures in Middle East & Asia throughout history

@ketchupmaster400 said:

Hello, so my question is for a character I’ve been working on for quite a while but wasn’t sure about a few things. So basically at the beginning of the universe there was this for less being made up of dark matter and dark energy. Long story short it ends up on earth during the Jurassic Period. It has the ability to adapt and assimilate into other life animals except it’s hair is always black and it’s skin is always white and it’s eyes are always red. It lives like this going from animal to animal until it finally becomes human and gains true sentience and self awareness. As a human it lives within the Middle East and Asia wondering around trying to figure out its purpose and meaning. So what I initially wanted to do with it was have small interactions with the dark matter human and other native humans that kinda helped push humanity into the direction it is now. For example, Mehndhi came about when the dark matter human was drawing on their skin because it felt insecure about having such white skin compared to other people. And ancient Indians saw it and thought it was cool so they adopted it and developed it into Mehndi. Minor and small interactions though early history leading to grander events. Like they would be protecting Jerusalem and it’s people agains the Crusaders later on. I also had the idea of the the dark matter human later on interacting with the prophets Jesus Christ and Muhammad. With Jesus they couldn’t understand why he would sacrifice himself even though the people weren’t deserving. And then Jesus taught them that you have to put other before yourself and protecting people is life’s greatest reward. And then with the prophet Muhammad, I had the idea that their interaction was a simple conversation that mirrors the one he had with the angel Jibril, that lead to the principles of Islam. Now with these ideas I understand the great importance of how not to convey Islam and I’ve been doing reasearch, but I am white and I can understand how that may look trying to write about a different religion than my own. So I guess ultimate my question is, is this ok to do? Is it ok to have an alien creature interact with religious people and historical events as important as they were? Like I said I would try to be as accurate and as respectable as possible but I know that Islam can be a touchy subject and the last thing I would want is to disrespect anyone. The main reason I wanted the dark matter being in the Middle East was because I wanted to do something different because so much has been done with European and American stuff I wanted to explore the eastern side of the world because it’s very beau and very rich with so many cultures that I want to try and represent. I’m sorry for the long post but I wanted you guys to fully understand what my idea was. Thank you for your time and hope you stay safe.

Disclaimer:

The consensus from the moderators was that the proposed character and story is disrespectful from multiple cultural perspectives. However, we can’t ignore the reality that this is a commonly deployed trope in many popular science fiction/ thriller narratives. Stories that seek to take religious descriptions of events at face value from an areligious perspective particularly favor this approach. Thus, we have two responses:

Where we explain why we don’t believe this should be attempted.

Where we accept the possibility of our advice being ignored.

1) No - Why You Shouldn’t Do This:

Hi! I’ll give you the short answer first, and then the extended one.

Short answer: no, this is not okay.

Extended answer. I’ll divide it into three parts.

1) Prophet Muhammad as a character:

Almost every aspect of Islam, particularly Allah (and the Qur’an), the Prophet(s) and the companions at the time of Muhammad ﷺ, are strictly kept within the boundaries of real life/reality. I’ll assume this comes from a good place, and I can understand that from one side, but seriously, just avoid it. It is extremely disrespectful and something that is not even up to debate for Muslims to do, let alone for non-Muslims. Using Prophet Muhammad as a character will only bring you problems. There is no issue with mentioning the Prophet during his lifetime when talking about his attributes, personality, sayings or teachings, but in no way, we introduce fictional aspects in a domain that Muslims worked, and still work, hard to keep free from any doubtful event or incident. Let’s call it a closed period: we don’t add anything that was not actually there.

Reiterating then, don’t do this. There is a good reason why Muslims don’t have any pictures of Prophet Muhammad. We know nothing besides what history conveyed from him.

After this being said, there is another factor you missed – Jesus is also an important figure in Islam and his story from the Islamic perspective differs (a lot) from that of the Christian perspective. And given what you said in your ask, you would be taking the Christian narrative of Jesus. If it was okay to use Prophet Muhammad as a character (reminder: it’s not) and you have had your dark matter human interacting with the biblical Jesus, it will result in a complete mess; you would be conflating two religions.

2) Crusaders and Jerusalem:

You said this dark matter human will be defending Jerusalem against the Crusaders. At first, there is really no problem with this. However, ask yourself: is this interaction a result of your character meeting with both Jesus and Prophet Muhammed? If yes, please refer to the previous point. If not, or even if you just want to maintain this part of the story, your dark matter human can interact with the important historical figures of the time. For example, if you want a Muslim in your story, you can use Salah-Ad-Din Al-Ayoubi (Saladin in the latinized version) that took back Jerusalem during the Third Crusade. Particularly, this crusade has plenty of potential characters.

Also, featuring Muslim characters post Prophet Muhammad and his companions’ time, is completely fine, just do a thorough research.

3) Middle Eastern/South Asian settings and Orientalism:

The last point I want to remark is with the setting you chose for your story. Many times, when we explore the SWANA or South Asian regions it’s done through an orientalist lens. Nobody is really safe from falling into orientalism, not even the people from those regions. My suggestion is educating yourself in what orientalism is and how it’s still prevalent in today’s narrative. Research orientalism in entertainment, history... and every other area you can think of. Edward Said coined this term for the first time in history, so he is a good start. There are multiple articles online that touch this subject too. For further information, I defer to middle eastern mods.

- Asmaa

Racism and Pseudo-Archaeology:

A gigantic, unequivocal and absolute no to all of it, lmao.

I will stick to the bit about the proposed origin of mehendi in your WIP, it’s the arc I feel I’m qualified to speak on, Asmaa has pretty much touched upon the religious and orientalism complications.

Let me throw out one more word: pseudoarchaeology. That is, taking the cultural/spiritual/historical legacies of ancient civilizations, primarily when it involves people of colour, and crediting said legacies to be the handiwork of not just your average Outsider/White Saviour but aliens. I’ll need you to think carefully about this: why is it that in so much of media and literature pertaining to the so-called “conspiracy theories” dealing with any kind of extraterrestrial life, it’s always Non-Western civilizations like the Aztec, the ancient Egyptians, the Harappans etc who are targeted? Why is it that the achievements of the non West are so unbelievable that it’s more feasible to construct an idea of non-human, magical beings from another planet who just conveniently swooped in to build our monuments and teach us how to dress and what to believe in? If the answer makes you uncomfortable, it’s because it should: denying the Non-West agency of their own feats is not an innocent exercise in sci-fi worldbuilding, it comes loaded with implications of racial superiority and condescension towards the intellect and prowess of Non-European cultures.

Now, turning to specifics:

Contrary to what Sarah J. Maas might believe- mehendi designs are neither mundane, purely aesthetic tattoos nor can they be co-opted by random Western fantasy characters. While henna has existed as an art form in various cultures, I’m limiting my answer to the Indian context, (specifying since you mention ancient India). Mehendi is considered one of the tenets of the Solah Shringar- sixteen ceremonial adornments for Hindu brides, one for each phase of the moon, as sanctioned by the Vedic texts. The shade of the mehendi is a signifier for the strength of the matrimonial bond: the darker the former, the stronger the latter. Each of the adornments carries significant cosmological/religious symbolism for Hindus. To put it bluntly, when you claim this to be an invention of the aliens, you are basically taking a very sacred cultural and artistic motif of our religion and going “Well actually….extraterrestrials taught them all this.”

In terms of Ayurveda (Traditional holistic South Asian medicine) , mehendi was used for its medicinal properties. It works as a cooling agent on the skin and helps to alleviate stress, particularly for the bride-to-be. Not really nice to think that aliens lent us the secrets of Ayurvedic science (pseudoarchaeology all over again).

I’m just not feeling this arc at all. The closest possible alternative I could see to this is the ancient Indian characters incorporating some specific stylistic motifs in their mehendi in acknowledgement to this entity, in the same vein of characters incorporating motifs of tribute into their armour or house insignia, but even so, I’m not sure how well that would play out. If you do go ahead with this idea, I cannot affirm that it will not receive backlash.

-Mimi

These articles might help:

Pseudoarchaeology and the Racism Behind Ancient Aliens

A History of Indian Henna (this studies mehendi origins mostly with reference to Mughal history)

Solah Shringar

2) Not Yes, But If Ignoring the Above:

I will be the dissenting voice of “Not No, But Here Are The Big Caveats.” Given that there is no way to make the story you want to tell palatable to certain interpretations of Islam and Christianity, here is my advice if the above arguments did not sufficiently deter you.

1. Admiration ≠ Research: It is not enough to just admire cultures for their richness and beauty. You need to actually do the research and learn about them to determine if the story you want to tell is a good fit for the values and principles these cultures prioritize. You need to understand the significance of historical figures and events to understand the issues with attributing the genesis of certain cultural accomplishments to an otherworldly influence. 1.

2. Give Less Offense When Possible and Think Empathetically: You should try to imagine the mindsets of those you will offend and think about to what degree you can soften or ameliorate certain aspects of your plot, the creature’s characteristics, and the creature’s interactions with historical figures to make your narrative more compatible. There is no point pretending that much of areligious science fiction is incompatible with monotheist, particularly non-henotheistic, religious interpretations as well as the cultural items and rituals derived from those religious interpretations. One can’t take “There is no god, just a lonely alien” and make that compatible with “There is god, and only in this particular circumstance.” Thus:

As stated above by Asmaa and Mimi, there is no escaping the reality the story you propose is offensive to some. Expect their outcry to be directed towards you. Can you tolerate that?

Think about how you would feel if someone made a story where key components of your interpretation of reality are singled out as false. How does this make you feel? Are you comfortable doing that to others?

3. Is Pseudoarchaeology Appropriate Here?: Mimi makes a good point about the racial biases of pseudoarchaeology. Pseudoarchaeology is a particular weakness of Western-centric atheist sci-fi. Your proposed story is the equivalent of a vaguely non-descript Maya/Aztec/Egyptian pyramid or Hindu/ Buddhist-esque statue being the source for a Resident Evil bio weapon/ Predator nest/ Assassin’s Creed Isu relic.

Is this how you wish to draw attention to these cultures you admire? While there is no denying their ubiquity in pop-culture, such plots trivialize broad swathes of non-white history and diminish the accomplishments of associated ethnic groups. The series listed above all lean heavily into these tropes either because the authors couldn’t bother to figure out something more creative or because they are intentionally telling a story the audience isn’t supposed to take seriously.*

More importantly, I detect a lot of sincerity in your ask, so I imagine such trivialization runs counter to your expressed desire to depict Eastern cultures in a positive and accurate manner.

4. Freedom to Write ≠ Freedom from Consequence: Once again, as a reminder, it’s not our job to reassure you as to whether or not what you are proposing is ok. Asmaa and Mimi have put a lot of effort into explaining who you will offend and why. We are here to provide context, but the person who bears the ultimate responsibility for how you choose to shape this narrative, particularly if you share this story with a wide audience, is you. Speaking as one writer to another, I personally do not have a strong opinion one way or the other, but I think it is important to be face reality head-on.

- Marika.

* This is likely why the AC series always includes that disclaimer stating the games are a product of a multicultural, inter-religious team and why they undermine Western cultures and Western religious interpretations as often (if not moreso) than those for their non-Western counterparts.

Note: Most WWC asks see ~ 5 hours of work from moderators before they go live. Even then, this ask took an unusually long amount of time in terms of research, emotional labor and discussion. If you found this ask (and others) useful, please consider tipping the moderators (link here), Asmaa (coming eventually) and Mimi (here). I also like money - Marika.

#alien character #historical fiction #science fiction #pseudoarchaeology #Middle-Eastern cultures #South-Asian cultures #Islam #writing with Islam #mehendi #cultural appropriation #areligious perspectives in writing #asks #WWC

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 4 years

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Sorry but what exactly is up with the bad batch arc? I've heard people talk about the issues with echo's white skin but I haven't heard that many bad things about the arc itself? (ik you said you don't want to be negative on your blog so I would absolutely understand if you didn't answer this ask)

Oooooooooooh boy. Well I just had a long, long, LONG rant about it with someone, but I guess I’ve got an excuse to put all of my points onto a post and talk about it publicly now that I got an ask x) I’ll keep it under the cut so I don’t throw my salt in people’s face. I really don’t want to upset people who love that arc - it has redeeming qualities, but overall it pisses me off so much for so many reasons. So here:

The first issue is obviously two members of the Bad Batch (minus Echo) being being just about the furthest thing from maori no matter how much you're willing to stretch it.

Like... yeah, nah. I wouldn’t even accept Crosshair and Tech (grey haired guy and goggles guy) as Jango’s natural biological sons, nevermind as his clones.

The problem is that their different appearances are justified by them being described simply as clones with desirable mutations (i.e superpowers). But why the hell did the creators have to change their appearances for that to be a thing? How does that correlate? Sure, the concept of clones with different faces is interesting, except... no, no it’s not, and I’m gonna rant about it in a few secs. But basically it's like they thought giving them different faces would be a good substitute for having different personalities (another thing I’ll come back to). If they really wanted to have buff clones with super eyesight or whatnot they could have just done that, without making them lose what little melanin the lighting of the show had allowed the other Clones to keep.

But the gigantic problem is... showing that the "regular" clones have VERY distinct identities despite their identical faces has been one of the themes of the show from episode 1. Literally, the first episode of TCW has Yoda taking time out of a mission with galactic stakes to tell the three clones he’s with (who tell him they’re all the same because they have the same faces) that they’re wrong, and that they’re very different in the Force, that their appearance doesn’t matter, that they’re all equally unique and important, and he lists all of their individual skills, strengths and weaknesses.

And it’s not just me being bothered by that, here’s a post by @cacodaemonia saying the same thing.

Introducing the Bad Batch as "unique" clones who are "different" and "not like their brothers" because they have different faces and skills completely breaks that theme of the show!! Because the entire point of the Clones in TCW is that their faces don't matter, they ARE unique!

(Plus the Bad Batch’s character designs are so cliche and uninspired it’s just laughable to try and justify bleaching their freaking skin for the sake of visual diversity.

This took like 10 seconds. I found the first guy by literally googling “soldier movies,” and the other two are Team Fortress characters that look a LOT like Wrecker and Crosshair. One is “Heavy” and one is “Sniper” lmao.

And behold:

The above picture is a Team Fortress reference that I found just by looking up “bad batch clone wars,” so I’m not the only person who sees it.)

And the batchers don't even have personalities to justify calling them unique! They have no character traits beyond the most cliché american soldier tropes ever. We have a token loner sniper, a token "smart tech guy" who knows everything from xenoanthropology to biology to Separatist computers to sound waves to encryption, a token Badass Brooding Leader and a token “dumb muscle guy.”

I dare anyone to find more about their personalities than this: - Crosshair is the perpetually grumpy sniper who looks down on "regs,” - Wrecker likes to blow up stuff and doesn't like heights, - Hunter is the leader and is friends with Cody, - Tech is smart doesn't trust Echo.

That’s it, that’s literally it. Four episodes about them and that's all we get. These character tropes are literally the least inventive ever. FFS, Hunter even has a freaking KNIFE! Not a vibroblade, mind you, like in kriffing Star Wars. A knife. Against metal droids. Why. They couldn’t make this more of an american-war-movies cliché fest if they tried. (And sure, he can feel electromagnetic waves so maybe it does make sense for him not to carry a vibroblade and maybe this is nitpicking, but he looks like a ripoff of a Predator character and it pisses me off).

Another thing is that when you introduce characters you have to make them likable - and them despising the normal Clones is a terrible way to do that! And they don't even grow from that because at the end of the 4 episodes arc they just see Rex as not bad "for a reg" and they see Echo as no longer a reg, and both of these things are infuriating!

The worst thing imo is that Echo then becomes part of them (and irreparably loses his melanin in the process, uuuuuuuuugh) when there is nothing to justify this.

The dialogue goes like this:

ECHO: You coming? TECH: Not really our thing. CROSSHAIR: Accolades. WRECKER: Yeah, we're just in it for the thrill. Yo! HUNTER: You sure it's your thing? ECHO: What do you mean? HUNTER: Your path is different. Like ours. If you ever feel like you don't fit in with them, well, find us. (they leave) REX: Those are some of the finest troopers I've ever fought alongside. Echo. You and I go way back. If that's where you feel your place is, then that's where you belong.

Echo doesn't feel like he belongs anymore, okay, but why would he feel like he belongs with the assholes who up to the last five minutes of the mission thought he was probably a traitor, and also verbally expressed that he was not worth saving?? In all of the arc, Echo himself never voices that he feels he’s not ‘like the other Clones’ anymore and that he feels it’s a problem. His relationship with Rex immediately picks up where they left things off - the first thing he does upon being lucid again for the first in over a year is cracking a joke for Rex’s benefit.

Why would Echo feel like he doesn’t belong in the 501st anymore, when we don't even see him interacting with anyone from his past life except for Rex and Anakin (who are both extremely very supportive of him)?? If there had been one scene of a “regular” Clone (ugh) looking at him with horror and disgust or something, or just Kix and Jesse cracking jokes with Echo awkwardly standing by the side not getting it, I could forgive the show trying to make it feel like he has an identity crisis, but this was so shallow!

The only thing that makes Echo and the Bad Batch’s experiences similar is that they *look* different. It’s so against the themes of the Clones I’m seething just from thinking about it. And what the hell? Echo ALREADY didn’t fit in. That was the WHOLE POINT of Domino Squad. They didn’t fit in because they thought they were better than anyone else because they had trouble getting along with their brothers, so obviously it had to be their brothers’ fault (ahem, Bad Batch?). And you know what happened? Domino Squad OVERCAME that. And Echo and Fives still didn’t “fit in” because their personalities were unique and creative, and they became ARC Troopers because Cody, Rex and the Jedi VALUED THEM FOR PRECISELY THAT. Echo having new and unique skills and a modified appearance is the most bs justification for him feeling like he doesn’t belong!!

And that brings me to my biggest issue: Rex telling Echo the bad batch are some of the best troopers he's ever met. I'm sorry, based on WHAT? What Rex values above everything is loyalty and brotherhood, and the Bad Batch DOESN'T DISPLAY ANY OF THAT. We never see them even expressing concern for each other! Wrecker treats saving Cody’s life like a trivial issue, because it’s just ‘sO eAsY’ for him, and beyond that we never see them supporting each other or genuinely expressing affection for each other beyond boasting about each other’s skills...

Sure they can destroy a lot of droids, but they're dismissive of Rex's brothers, and the entire Umbara arc and this arc showed what he thought of that. They keep saying things like "not bad for a reg,” don't show any trust in Rex's skills or experience (even though they can't have been fighting in the war for more than a year and a half when he’s been there from the beginning, and he outranks all of them), they are essentially guerilla fighters which has only minimal value in a galactic war, and they never grow beyond their views of what regs are, and can and can’t do.

None of that should make them good troopers in Rex's book. Going back to Echo not fitting in, remember who taught the Domino Squad the importance of seeing all of your brothers as important and equally valuable? Shaak Ti, true, but more importantly? 99! The guy the Bad Batch are named after. He did have value and was important and was no less of a trooper than his brothers, even though his mutations made him LESS powerful, not more. (And btw, just from a writing standpoint, the batchers don’t have any weaknesses, which is shit.) Cody and Rex mourned 99 as a true soldier even though it wasn’t his sacrifice that brought them victory (which would have implied that he had value as a soldier and a brother because he saved them, as opposed to him having that value intrinsically), because that’s what a fine trooper is to them. A BROTHER first a foremost, someone altruistic, brave and loyal. The Bad Batch distort the meaning of 99's character with their behavior. They’re not altruistic, their bravery is mitigated by the fact that they’re freaking invincible, so of course they take risks (again, see Wrecker saving Cody without a care because it’s easy to him, as opposed to Rex being ready to run into a burning ship about to explode because his brother is in there, and having to be physically dragged away). The Bad Batch denigrate their brothers for being less skilled, thinking their own abilities make them unique somehow, when 99 could barely fight and was still the one who taught Hevy about being a good soldier.

And again the batchers don't grow from that. Which is all the more frustrating because the original ending didn’t have Echo joining them, from what I remember of the unfinished episodes, and the arc actually ended with them receiving their medals in front of regular troopers who cheer for them, as opposed to them smugly ostracizing themselves and dismissing the ceremony as trivial and meaningless. (original ending vs s7 ending: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ab1eCfzKamw)

It’s so annoying. Do you know what characters never had an entire arc dedicated to them and still have far more personality and more interesting designs and more symbolic weight??

Jesse, for starters. Kix. Dogma. Cut. Slick. Keeli. Ponds. Rys, Jek and Thire. Commander Doom. Commander Fox. Wolffe. Hevy. Hardcase.

Cody was a more interesting character just in his RotS appearances.

Waxer and Boil had one episode about them and then only two cameos plus Waxer’s death, and they’re still some of the most memorable, beloved Clones of the whole show. And Boil was grouchy and prejudiced like Crosshair, but he has so much growth that we could make a whole thread about it.

I'd say the last problem with the Bad Batch is that it has cash grabbing money hungry vibes. Different faces are more marketable, cliché personalities are more toy-friendly, and it's basically a big ad for the Bad Batch series. And they throw Echo in the Batch at the end for bs reasons (again, it wasn’t in the original ep from what I remember) and they tease Cody in the show to make sure fans will still watch even if they notice the lack of soul. And less melanin sells more at Disney apparently.

So that’s my whole pissed rant.

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aalue · 2 years

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And I'm back 🤩 Hi!

For the WIP game, another one that sounds so promising is "Know them by name" ?? 👀

Hi!! I'm sorry for not answering sooner, but it's great to have you back so soon:))

Alright, Know Them by Name.

This one's actually my oldest Arcane WIP, which I started working on back in December and still haven't gotten around posting any of it.

The title comes from 'In Flames' by Digital Daggers (a lot of my titles are either inspired or come from lyrics directly as you'll see lmao) which is a song that I first heard when I was starting to write the first chapter.

It started as a concept for an AU in which Vander never betrayed Silco, or would never betray Silco, since it focused on their past selves and how they met, the way their relationship might have been like when they were young, etc., and suddenly I had 9k words worth of scenes I wanted to add to the story that were in no way limited to the time before canon takes place.

Now Know Them by Name is the name of a series of works that follows Vander and Silco from the moment they meet to (roughly, because this is just where the outline ends atm) where the first season of Arcane leaves us, but this affects little more than the characters' ages and some story beats.

Silco and Vander meet while they're young working in the Ferros' mines. Vander is there for just a couple of months, but when he climbs back up and is offered a smuggling job for which he needs a team, he goes back down to drag Silco out of the Fissures and convince him to be part of it. Silco says yes to a first job, and then the next, and the next after that, and suddenly they have a reasonable income just from doing jobs and people are starting to look up to them, and they are getting ambitious... And that's where the first assaults against Piltover take place, attracting the unwanted attention of Camille Ferros (the League champion), and the plot thickens.

There are a lot of things that I simply don't want to get started on because I just wouldn't shut up (this being the oldest WIP means that it's one of which I've thought about the most, and there are a lot of details I'd get lost on) but to sum up the next parts' setting; the betrayal doesn't happen, and they adopt the girls earlier than Vander does in canon (before the betrayal happens in canon, actually), and most of the focus is centered on them navigating their growing family (Mylo and Claggor are also here and a lot of the scenes I've written focus on their living as a family) and leading a rebellion at the same time and finally, when we reach Act II and III's ages, the kids all start to have bigger parts to play in the story.

This will probably be either one of the works it takes me the longest to post or *the* work it takes me longest to post (because I have this really specific idea of what I'm going for in my mind and I want to do it justice) but here's a snippet of the very beginning...

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The vastaya takes one look at him and sighs, "Can't a man have his house to himself anymore?"

Vander rolls his eyes. "C'mon, Herring," he says. "We all know you hate having an empty nest."

The man apparently named Herring's left eye twitches.

"Alright, then," he grumbles. "Come on in, kid."

A gigantic palm that must be the size of Silco's head gestures for him to come inside. Silco spares a glance to the side towards Vander, who nods enthusiastically with a smile, and decides that fuck it, his day cannot get much more bizarre from here on, he might as well get into the vastaya's house after following Entresol's finest here for hours to climb his way out of the mines.

(He will be proved wrong.)

#amusingelf #alue answers #my fic #know them by name #sorry it took me this long to reply #im on a roadtrip rn and i wholly depend on the wifi i can get access to to comunicate with the outside world

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ryoyuftw · 3 years

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german sj commentators are the most biased people i know lmao. they never fail to mention how bad the wind was and what they could've done if they had the same conditions as others. however though i didn't feel like they were trying to tell us ryoyu's victory was undeserved. it's more about 'oh we're treated so badly' than 'oh the other ones don't deserve it' (if that makes sense)

Thanks for the answer! And thanks to everybody commenting in the tags and anonymous for this:

as a German I heard the commentator mention that according to statistics/a study there is a bias among judges to score jumpers from their own country higher (and I'm pretty sure it was in the context of markus' jump and the German judge). they also complained about ryoyu's low style marks. they said that it would be hard for Markus to do a telemark at that distance but they also praised ryoyu for managing it. there is bias towards the Germans in their commentary but it's not as egregious as the posts on here make it seem. The tag is working again by the way!!

A lot of babbling below:

It was such a strange contrast for me to read all the German comments online that were pretty much the opposite of what I got from the Norwegian broadcast.

After Ryoyu got 18s and 18.5s for landing a telemark at 143m, and then Eisenbichler got the same for almost falling and pulling his ski over a meter to the side on a shorter jump, the Norwegian commentators (Maren Lundby and Kasper Wikestad) were literally laughing at the ridiculousness and the coaching staff was livid. Clas Brede Bråthen spent the whole break between the rounds saying that this judging was a scandal and made a mockery of the sport. He even went to Pertile and complained that if this is how the judging is done without consequences, there's no point having judging at all when it's just another lottery. Then of course (enter national bias that every country has) he spent a long time talking about Lindvik getting 15.5 for a similar landing at a good distance in Oberstdorf. This whole judging debacle even made it to the headlines of our biggest newspapers!

Then in the 2nd round when Eisenbichler didn't even bother to try to set a telemark (even though Ryoyu had managed it in the previous round, and others had done it before) the Norwegian commentators were joking like "will the judges give him 19.5 for this? will we be seeing a 20?" and when he got 16.5s Maren was like "luckily he got more fair style points this time, hopefully the judges got a talking to after the first round". And of course when he jumped that far and Ryoyu who jumped two meters further than him in the first round was next, it was only logical for the jury to take the gate down, but the Germans were complaining about it and saying Markus was robbed??? Like... how???

And after Ryoyu won, Clas was literally cheering, saying that if the wrong winner (Eisenbichler in this case) had won because of such a massive and inexcusable error of the judges, it would have been a scandal, but luckily justice prevailed. Of course, this was not against Markus himself, but against the judges. He also made that clear. And the Norwegian commentators were of course mentioning Geiger's bad luck with the wind in both rounds, and thought it was really unfortunate.

Anyway, sorry for this gigantic post, but it was just such a shock to see so many people making all these ridiculous and incorrect claims. After we got a whole competition full of "the judges are incompetent which gave this German a big advantage, so he almost won unfairly" there were suddenly so many comments about "this German was given a big disadvantage and he was robbed of a fair victory". Just a big whiplash, and I didn't understand where they were supposedly coming from.

#ski jumping

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ncityislove · 3 years

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The Jury is Out Ch. 4

➳Pairing: Renjun x Reader x Jeno (ft a few other Dreamies)

➳Genre: Angsty fluff but mostly angst lol basically enemies to lovers

➳Word Count:4.6k

A/N: Ugh I feel so terrible for not posting like I promised. A lot happened between then and now but I'm sure nobody cares so I would just like to say I'm sorry for being a liar lmao. It turns out I had both this chapter and the last one completely done and it was just sitting in my works unedited /: yikes. Again, sorry. Enjoy!!

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It's finally the day of the school fair and you're already over the whole thing. Both the booth and Renjun had stressed you out more than you could ever imagine and you were glad this would all be over soon. You had to admit, it wasn't all a complete waste of time. You had gotten immensely closer to Renjun over the past two weeks and what started out as a lethal war zone had become somewhat of a friendship. Although, you were still unsure if you could call it that.

You and Renjun had somehow wound up from texting quiz reminders to each other to staying up all night on the phone talking from small things like Shakespeare to who would survive a zombie apocalypse. Obviously, you would thrive in that kind of environment but you weren't so sure about Renjun. He defended himself ruthlessly but couldn't give you a good explanation other than the fact that he was smarter than most people. The conversation would somehow always lead back to school and eventually turn into a study session. It was nice to not spend all your free time studying alone for a change. It was still weird at times; being friendly with Renjun will probably always be odd. You were a bit nerdy and Renjun was one of the few who liked to study as much as you do.

Unfortunately, school and your extra curriculars ate up the majority of your free time. Which meant you barely had time for Jeno. You talked to him as much as you could but you never actually had the time to go on that date. You feel pretty guilty about it but after the fair tonight, you'll have more time for him.

You're approaching the school yard now about 40 minutes before everything starts. You can spot Renjun's gigantic backpack and the midnight stark blob of fluff he calls a hairstyle a mile away, already preparing for the grand opening. You scoff, not surprised he arrived first, him being an over-achiever and all.

"You're here early," Renjun speaks as he hears you nearing.

"Clearly, not early enough."

Renjun puts down the game of bean toss he's setting up to look at you.

"Odd. I didn't think you owned jeans."

Neither of you were in your uniforms for the event. You observe Renjun's comfortable flannel and hoodie combo and are delightfully surprised he was capable of having style. Who would've known?

"Did you think my school uniform was the only thing I owned?"

"No," he adds with a sour expression. "Just used to seeing you in a skirt."

You frown. "I hate that skirt."

"I like you in that skirt."

"Don't be a perv," you wave your fist at him.

He laughs. "I've only seen you in regular clothes like twice, okay. Give me a break."

"Oh, yeah. Like when I wore that awful outfit to that party and you told me I looked weird."

He stills, his smile fading. "Right, about that." He leans against the table. "I'm sorry about that night. You looked great, beautiful even. My words didn't come out right."

"Renjun, please," you snort. "I get you're trying to be nice to me now but you don't have to lie. I don't need your pity."

"No, really," his eyes are sincere. "Listen, I was an ass to you from day one. I've done some really horrible things to you over the years and that was unfair of me. I thought you looked really pretty. Honest."

You can only stare in awe at him. You like this side of Renjun. The side of him where he apologizes and fills your head with compliments.

"I wasn't easy to be around either, though," you admit with a chuckle.

"True, but I was kind of a bully. The only reason I was so mean to you was because my dad is crazy strict. He's always on me about my grades. I always had to be the best."

His shoulders slump with his words. "And even that is never enough. And you always made it so damn hard to be the best. If you did better than me on anything, no matter how small, I'd hear about it from him. He has this obsessive need to know every little detail about my academic life. Truthfully, this is just my punishment for not being the athlete son he's always wanted."

You feel a tug at your heart strings and your feet move before your mind realizes what you're doing and then you're hugging Renjun. He's smaller than he looks, your arms fitting around him easily. He's tense but embraces you as tightly as he can.

"Thank you for telling me that."

His face is as red as a tomato but he still musters to look you in the eye. "I know I'm pretty closed off at times and I'll probably never say this again but I'm glad you're my friend, __"

Friend.

He called you his friend.

You try not to show the excitement by the word but fail miserably as the unmistakable grin spreads on your face. "Me too. Now let's finish setting up shall, we?"

The two of you are done in no time and you admire your hard work. The booth looked dramatically better than all the other ones and it was sure to be the most popular tonight by far. You spend the rest of the time before the fair starts chatting excitedly with Renjun before Jeno shows up. He's dressed casually in a pair of skinny jeans, a band t-shirt and a long padded coat. He looked like a super model even in such comfortable clothing. He sends you a dazzling smile as he goes in for a hug.

"Hey, beautiful, what's up?"

"Nothing. Me and Renjun are all set," you say, gesturing to your partner.

Jeno and Renjun lock eyes for a sliver of a second before Jeno changes the subject to fair activities. That's odd. You couldn't help but notice the exchange wasn't anything like their usual banter and half-hearted insults. Something was off. As the conversation continues, the tense energy in the air only thickens and it only confirms your suspicions when you notice Renjun hasn't spoken a word to either you or Jeno. Was it nosy to ask? You were friends, after all.

Just last night you were on the phone with Renjun saying he was having a sleepover with Jeno at his place. Something must have happened then but what? Jeno and Renjun were the best of friends and it's been that way for as long as you could remember. If they fought, they made up in minutes, which could only mean something must've went horribly wrong. It was unnerving to see them ignore each other like this.

"Hey, I've got an idea," Jeno booms.

"Hmm?" your brain buffers as your pulled from your thoughts. "What is it?"

"We haven't gotten the chance to go on a real date besides that volleyball game I went to on Tuesday. So, I was thinking," he pauses dramatically.

You give him an odd expression encouraging him to continue.

"What if we make this our first date?"

"Oh," you think aloud. "That's a great idea!"

"I know, that's why I thought it," he holds his head up high as he interlaces his fingers with yours which cues a warmth to bubble into your stomach.

"Oh, but Jeno, I can't. I've gotta man the booth," you say.

"I see," he replies solemnly and you squeeze his hand for comfort. "Isn't there anyone else who can cover for you?"

He glances at Renjun and you look to see him glaring at you both with a miffed expression. He scoffs before he walks off.

"Okay, what is going on with you two? I was on the phone with him last night and he said you guys were hanging out. What happened?"

Jeno shakes his head. "I don't like you talking to him on the phone."

You raise your eyebrows in dismay. "Since when? Jeno, he's your best friend."

"Was," he corrects. "He was my best friend."

The fair opens and it's as if the whole school shows up. You and Renjun are more than prepared for it, though. And by the looks of it, he actually seemed psyched about it. You were happy he was in better spirits since Jeno left earlier to meet up with the guys a while ago but it still bugged you that neither of them would tell you what happened between them.

Jisung and Chenle are your first customers and they certainly bring a lot of volume to the booth.

"Hey guys!" Chenle practically screams.

Jisung covers his ears as he smiles at you politely.

"Hey, you two," Renjun greets the duo.

"We just came to see how this thing turned out and wow," Chenle mouth hangs open as he studies your hard work. "Boy, did you guys over do it."

"Excuse me?" your eyes send a silent threat to the young boy.

"Uhhh, I mean. It looks amazing!"

Jisung pulls the strings of his hoodie tighter. "It's cold out here."

Chenle hushes Jisung's complaints. "Let's test out these games, shall we?"

You introduce the first game available, the bean bag toss and you learn that Jisung has somehow never heard of it. After going over the rules a few times, the duo preps themselves by spouting several competitive comments at each other. Jisung tosses his bean bag first, missing by a long-shot which sends Chenle into an endless spiral of laughter. Jisung cocks his head to the side, convinced his next toss will make it in. It doesn't. He loses embarrassingly bad and you give him a pat on the back.

"Best two out of three?" He gives Chenle a pleading look.

Chenle agrees allowing Jisung to go first. He takes a few steps back, whispering words of encouragement to the inanimate object, his lip tucks under his front teeth as he takes a moment to aim. He throws his arm with an alarming amount of force and you watch as the bean bag smacks on the surface of the pits, a loud crack sounding from the wooden board.

"Jisung!" Renjun exclaims.

Chenle giggles as he kneels over to examine the damage. "Well, it's not that bad. It's not broken at least."

Jisung apologizes profusely, his eyes filled with worry.

"Ah, I've seen him do worse." Renjun sighs.

You let out a sigh of relief when you see the small split. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

He stares at his hands in awe. "Ah, my hands. They're so clumsy,"

You smile at the innocence radiating off of his figure. You can't imagine being angry at someone like Jisung.

"Can I invite you to my party next week as an apology?" Jisung pipes up.

"Awe, you don't have to do that. It's fine, really."

"No, no," he waves a hand in the air as his eyes go large. "I don't mind. You were really cool at the last one. You were the life of the party."

"I was?" you scratch your head as you try to recall the foggy events.

"Yeah!! You and Jeno were going crazy on the dance floor. Haven was pretty pissed about it though. Weird."

You frown at the mention of Haven.

"But yeah, you should totally come. You and Jeno looked like you were having a good time."

"Jeno," Renjun mutters, a couple insults angrily rolling off of his tongue as he gets himself worked up all over again.

Chenle pipes in. "Renjun can be fun at parties too. And I bet __ would have a way better time with him than Jeno."

"Oh, I beg to differ," you counter. "This kid was glued to his phone the whole night. Where's the fun in that?"

"You've only seen me at a party one time," Renjun scoffs. "And you know I wasn't in a good place then. Give me the benefit of the doubt."

You give him an pointed look.

"C'mon, how bad could it be? Don't you want to go to a party with me?" he poses in a way that is so un-cool like as if to further prove his point.

You try to conceal the smile that is fruitfully trying to surface as Chenle starts to snicker.

"Y'know, now that I'm thinking about it, you two look pretty good together."

Renjun turns a shade of pink as he laughs awkwardly. "Chenle, please."

Your body stills at the bold remark. You can't wrap your mind around you and Renjun together. It wasn't a bad idea it was just...odd to think about. What on Earth did Chenle see between you that made him think of you as a couple? Wasn't it obvious you were into Jeno?

"We look good together...because" Renjun stutters to turn the situation around, "because we are the best partners to ever exist."

Just great. Renjun has somehow managed to turn an embarrassing moment even more embarrassing. You can't bear to leave your friend out hanging to dry so you agree with him, withstanding the urge to cringe.

Jisung stands there aloof, his mouth hanging open a bit. "Am I...missing something?"

"Nothing at all," Renjun assures him, tasseling his fluffy hair.

"This booth is pretty cool," Chenle says changing the subject. "It actually makes politics look fun. Can I sign up?"

"Really?? Wow, absolutely!" You clammer to pull out the sign up forms and Renjun stares at you curiously as you help Chenle. Jisung follows suit, declaring he wants to join too. You happily hand him a form as well, peeking over at Renjun to give him a thumbs up. His smile causes a burning flush to wash over you, an inexplicable warmth surging a wave of heat in this cold weather. Odd. Maybe you were coming down with a fever. You swiftly forget the feeling as Jisung calls for your attention with a question about the form.

After Chenle and Jisung move on, Sadie comes over and to your horror, so do your parents.

"Hey, sis!" Sadie exclaims, practically buzzing with excitement.

"Oh no," you slap a palm to your face. "How did you guys even know the fair was today?"

"Well you wouldn't tell me anything so I asked one of the kids I met one day after I dropped you off. He told me everything. Funny kid, really. I think his name was Haechan?"

"Haechan? Lee Haechan?" you dead pan.

"Think so," she chirps. "He tried to get my number, too. How cute."

"Not," you mutter under your breath.

"And you must be Renjun," Sadie steps forward to shake the boy's hand. "I'm __'s older sister, Sadie."

"Nice to meet you," he sends her a stiff but warm smile.

"It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You're quite handsome, actually."

You face begins to burn as you know she's referring to the time she saw Renjun the first time and you dismissed the idea of him being "cute". You stare at the side of her head but you know she can't see the warning look in your eyes as she continues to blabber on about his looks.

Renjun laughs and you could just tell he was going to tease you about this later.

"I've heard so much about you, Renjun."

He tilts his head a bit. "Really? What about?"

You clear your throat and Sadie finally gets the message.

"Um, so we actually just met Jeno," she announces.

You feel faint as the situation continues to get worse and worse. "Sadie!"

"Hey," she defends herself by stepping behind your parents who are looking absolutely clueless as to what's unfolding in front of them. "I'd never even seen the kid before, alright. It was completely unintentional!"

You can feel your skin crawling as your nerves begin to gnaw at you."Oh god," you groan.

"Before you freak out, I'll let you know we didn't do anything embarrassing--"

"Doubtful," you cut her off.

"He was walking with Haechan," she ignores your comment. "And he recognized me so he came over to say hi and then he introduced us to Jeno. Then of course, Jeno went out of his way to speak to mom and dad. He seems nice."

You try to relax. "Of course he seems nice. He's Jeno."

"He's cute too," Sadie muses.

"Sadie, just who is this Jeno boy? And why does it matter if he's cute or not?" your mom says in a pesky tone.

"Should I be concerned? Honey, did I just meet your boyfriend?" Your father inquires next.

Sadie covers you before you can stutter some lame answer.

"Relax, guys, he's just a friend. Isn't that great? __ is making friends now!"

Your parents accept Sadie's response without question as they always do and for once, you're grateful Sadie is there to be the buffer between your parents. They congratulate you on your new friends and go back to busying themselves with chatter about the school activities available for tonight.

"Well, I don't want to bother you anymore than we already have so we'll keep walking around and I'll be back to pick you up when you're ready."

You let out a breath of relief. "Ok, cool. Thanks."

"It was nice meeting you, Renjun. C'mon guys, let's get a move on!" she calls out to your parents.

She leans in to whisper in your ear. "I like Renjun better," and then her back is turned to you as she sends him a final wave. Then she's gone.

Your mouth hangs open in disbelief. You're not sure what to think. You're not sure how to feel. It's not like you're disappointed she doesn't see Jeno the way you see him but more so shocked on what she picked up on Renjun. Why would she like Renjun more than Jeno? You were sure Jeno was absolutely charming when they'd met. Every interaction with him felt perfect. It makes you wonder. And that is all you do for the next few hours. Wonder. Wonder about Renjun. Wonder about Jeno. You feel like there was something so obvious about all of this and yet, you feel utterly in the dark. Like everyone knows something you don't.

Renjun is a good friend. You're close now. The transfer from rivalry to friendship was rocky at first but after that it was easy. You already knew everything there is to know about each other you just decided to act nicer. Your feelings were getting all muddled now. You hated him for years then suddenly you didn't and now you didn't know what it is at all you felt towards him. You were sure it was friendly but now? You hardly knew what it felt like to have a friend; was it truly friendship you were looking for? And what about Jeno?

Your thoughts swirled as you tried to clear them away. You don't know anything about anything and all you want is to run back to Sadie to for advice but you're stuck here. You're stuck in more ways than one and you can't even begin to fathom that maybe you did like Renjun. As wild a thought that may seem, just a week ago the idea of even getting along with him seemed insane. What if you did like him? Could he ever like you the same way? You didn't want to lose what you had just gotten and you definitely didn't want to hurt Jeno.

Mr. Koffee pops up in his usual formal attire and you're greatful for the distraction.

"Wow! You two really went all out didn't you?" he studies the booth with a smile that you're not used to seeing.

"Thanks, sir." Renjun says as he gives you a discrete thumbs up.

You are reminded for the thousandth time that all of this transpired because of a school fair booth. If you had never volunteered for this, you'd probably be at home studying right now. Your life would've been the same mundane and depressing way it was before, spending your days loathing Renjun and having a heart full of resentment towards everyone and everything.

"Really nice work. The games must've been really popular! I see one of those fools has already managed to destroy something," he points at the crack in the bean bag game.

You stifle a laugh, remembering how much Jisung had beat himself up over the small thing.

"I knew I could trust you two. Look at all these sign ups!! Terrific! You two have gone above and beyond for this project. I'll stay here and hold down the fort. Enjoy the fair for a bit, alright?"

Renjun thanks him again before the both of you take off to find the rest of the guys.

"Congrats by the way," he says cheerfully. "I don't think I ever said anything about you getting named chief last week. So congrats."

His brown eyes bore into yours and an odd giddiness fills you. "Thanks."

"You deserved it from the beginning anyways. Everyone knows that role was perfect for you."

You find yourself stunned to a silence by Renjun's kindness. You thought by now you'd get used to this new relationship but every time something nice comes from the lips that used to be so full of spite it affects you in a way you can't put into words.

You thank him after way too long a beat and Renjun stops walking. You stop in your tracks to ask what's wrong but he starts first.

"Hey, you wanna do something after this?"

You know he's not asking you on a date but you still blush at the idea of being alone outside of school together.

"Sure."

His eyes crinkle when he grins at your reply. "How about pizza? To celebrate the booth's success."

Your stomach feels light and you blame it on your body's response to the mention of food.

"Sounds like a plan."

"Great."

There's an awkward pause.

"I think I found the guys," he points over your head and your eyes follow.

It seems like Chenle discovers you at the exact same time bc he's already smiling ear to ear. He says something you can't distinguish and everyone turns to look. Everyone looks pleased except for Jeno who is visibly irritated by Renjun's presence.

You make your way over to them and Jeno wraps his arm around your neck like he has done so many times before but for some reason this time feels different.

"Hey, beautiful. You up for some funnel cake?"

"Yeah, let's go," you lean into him as you part from the rowdy group.

Jeno directs you to the southern corner of the fair to the food stops. The mixture of sweet and savory fragrances in the air make your stomach grumble. You must've slowed down some once you laid eyes on the sushi stand because Jeno has to drag you away with promises to buy you some later.

There's a long line for the funnel cakes and you and Jeno wait together catching one another up on the events the other missed. Jeno promises to make this the best first date you've ever had. You neglect to tell him that you've never been on any other first dates because of how determined he looks.

He starts off by taking you by every booth and you play all of the games they have to offer. You lose most of them but you're having to good of a time to care. The energy around Jeno is so consuming, you find it hard not to get as wrapped up in the games as he is.

Next buys you hot chocolate to combat the freezing cold and a cone of wooly-looking cotton candy. You share the fluffy treat, observing the other students as the run wild, savoring the sugary-sweetness that melts on your tongue. The hot coco and Jeno's body heat keep you toasty as the temperature drops lower and lower. He presses his hot chest into your back close when a particular strong breeze picks up. You hear whispers of a storm coming from people passing by and you hope that it doesn't rain. You want this time with Jeno to last a little while longer.

There was something about the twinkly lights and bubble gum pop music blaring from the old speakers that made you feel like you were in a movie. You come across a claw machine and Jeno makes a beeline for it before you can even get a word out.

"This one," he taps against the glass. "I'm gonna get you this one."

You chuckle. "I can't tell which one you're pointing to."

"You'll see." He clicks his tongue as he pushes in a few coins and the machine music starts.

He wiggles his finger as if the flexibility in them will increase his chances of winning and grabs the joystick. It doesn't take long before the metal claw starts gliding around. Jeno makes odd screeching noises similar to a pig squealing that you didn't know he was capable of as the claw scoops up a white haired plushie and drops it into the hole.

"Oh yeah, baby. That's right," he says to no one in particular.

You have to admit you were impressed at his ability to be good at quite literally everything he does. He gently plops the toy into your hands, looking smug.

You take a closer look at it. "It's a Samoyed."

"Indeed. Everyone says I look like one when I smile, see?" His nose wrinkles as he shows you an exaggerated smile and your heart swoons.

"I can see the resemblance," you giggle.

He's smirking cheekily at you now, a hand snaking around your waist.

"Where to next?" you ask.

"The one place we haven't been yet,"

The Ferris wheel.

It was the only ride available at the fair. You smile to yourself as you start heading towards it, Jeno's arms holding you tightly from behind. The Ferris wheel wasn't huge but it wasn't small either. You were pleased to find the line was short and that this side of the fair seemed calmer.

You step onto the carriage when it's finally your turn and the cheesy whimsical music gets louder as the worker starts it up with a few pushes of a button. You look to Jeno to find him already watching you and it makes your face heat up. He takes hold of your hand as the carriage moves forward and you watch the school get smaller and smaller as you go higher. You never realized how big the school was but it really was huge. The people below became less audible as they shrink in size and Jeno pulls you closer now that you were away from any peering eyes and kisses you.

You're feeling loopy from having so much excitement in one night. You've had the best night in probably ever and yet you can't stop yourself from asking a question you know you probably shouldn't ask.

"Are you ever gonna tell me what happened with Renjun?"

Jeno's face hardens but it isn't anger that shows this time, it's sadness.

"Not tonight."

Your heart drops at his gloomy expression and you drop the topic immediately, realizing you've been prying all night. It really wasn't any of your business but it was hard to see them act so cold towards each other. You admired their friendship a lot and to see them behave this way was more than disheartening.

You shiver violently as the wind breezes over you and Jeno pulls something out of his pockets and shakes them. He then places two white objects in each of your hands. They're hand warmers. Jeno was always so thoughtful and kind to you it almost made you tear up for some reason.

You hug him briefly. "Thank you."

After the ride is over, you figure it's about time to head back to the booth. You've seen everything the fair had to offer and you had a good time with Jeno. You're sad to have to leave his side but on the other hand you were happy to meet back up with Renjun.

Jeno walks you back to the booth and you find Mr. Koffee there waiting for you.

"Did you have a good time?"

"The cotton candy here is great I must say."

He comes from around the kiosk with a look of exhaustion . "I'd go over there and try it myself but I'm drained. I'm glad you're here to set me free since Renjun left early. I'm off to go home now."

"Wait, he went home?" your exasperate, your voice laced with worry.

"Huh?" he adjusts his glasses to see you better. "He said he told you. He had to go home, he was feeling ill, he said."

You've heard that one before. Once again, Renjun disappears with no text or call with the same dumb excuse.

"That's not right," Jeno says to himself aloud. "I'm gonna call him."

"I'll text the guys to see if they know anything," you offer.

Mr. Koffee stays for a bit but leaves shortly after you and Jeno confirm from the guys no one has seen him. Jeno goes to search for him while you work the booth for the remainder of the fair.

You're worried out of your mind and you get an awful feeling that something is very, very wrong. You're distracted the entire time, too wracked with nerves to focus on your task. Your throat starts to ache and you feel like you'll burst into tears at any moment. You were sure this was about Jeno but what if it wasn't? What if he left without a word because you offended him somehow? You felt dumb and conceited for even considering it but nothing else made sense. The only way to find out what really happened was to ask.

So the moment the fair is over, you push through the turfs of wandering students and parents to race down street. There was one last place you haven't checked. There wasn't time to wait on Sadie to pick you up so you dash through the parking lot maneuvering through the large groups of families, colliding harshly with a few.

You're out of breath and your lungs are screaming in your chest. You push past the stinging of your legs and the fearful voice that rings in your head until Renjun's white picket fence comes into view. And that's all it takes for the pain in your body to subside. You sprint to his house, the cold air biting your cheeks and whipping your wispy hair about.

The gate is open when you finally reach his mailbox so you let yourself in. His house stands tall and you can see two figures moving in the windows. You start to second guess yourself but you've already ran all the way here and you were desperate to make sure he was okay. You didn't know if you were crossing a line by being here but you didn't care. You take in a heap of air to calm your beating heart before you ring the doorbell, smoothing over your wild hair. The moving shadows in the window freezes and a wave of anxiety crashes over you as they get closer and closer.

The door swings open, revealing a small middle aged woman with a deep set frown. Her acrylics taps on the door impatiently as she looks you up and down.

"Can I help you?"

Her voice is meek but is dripping in enough irritation that it causes you to stiffen. Her cold round eyes remind you a lot of the way Renjun used to peer down on you back when you didn't get along.

You clear your throat. "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you. Um, is Renjun home?"

She sneers as she brings a hand from behind the door to her chest, revealing an expensive looking wine glass. She brings it to her lips but doesn't take a sip.

"No. He isn't home yet. Maybe he's with his little friends. Ask them."

"Oh, okay. Sorry, again."

She doesn't say another word. Her pumps click against the tile as she shuts the door and walks away.

Your shoulders relax after she leaves and you throw your head in your hands. You had no idea his mother would be so...intense. You decide to get off of his family's property before his mom comes back out with that scary look in her eyes and try his cell one more time. It goes straight to voicemail and you let out a sound of frustration.

You walk leisurely back to the school this time around hoping you hadn't kept Sadie waiting too long. The school yard was mostly barren now, only a few stragglers were still hanging around while the cleaning crew picked up the loads of garbage left behind. Your eyes automatically go back to your booth and stop in your tracks when you notice Renjun breaking down the kiosk and cleaning up. You sigh through your nose as you make your way to him, your heart full of both anger and fear.

He notices your arrival prematurely and he awkwardly stares as you close in the distance between the two of you. The silence is deafening, your face is hot and the lack of guilt in his eyes made you furious. Finally, your standing in front of him, your lips aching from your teeth clutching them so harshly. You can tell he doesn't know what to say to you by the twitch of his lips and how he's wringing his fingers together.

"Renjun," you speak and his hands still at the softness of your tone.

"Where were you? I mean, where have you been? We looked all over for you. Why do you keep disappearing like that?? You're friends—" your voice rises in anger. "The people who care about you—searched and searched. No text, no call. Nothing. Jeno was going out of his mind trying to find you. "

You sigh again, your throat aching with the urge to cry again. "I was so scared something had happened. Something that I had done. I mean, did I...was there something I did to make you mad? If I did..."

A single snow flake lands on your nose and it distracts you long enough for Renjun to interrupt.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I—" his hands start fighting again. "I didn't know you cared that much. I didn't mean to worry you."

"We're friends now, remember?" Your hands enclose around his trembling ones and he relaxes, his lips curved in a frown.

"Friends." He repeats.

"I went to your house to see if you were there, you know."

He clicks his tongue with a roll of his eyes. "How did that go?"

"Your mom answered the door. She seems...nice."

He scoffs. "Yeah right. I doubt she'd care of if I'd actually go missing."

You wrap your arms around Renjun instinctively as you had done once before. He reacts quicker this time, his chin nuzzling your neck.

"That's not true," you barely whisper.

Snow is coming do faster now, some sticking into your hair and others melting the moment it contacts your skin.

"It's snowing," you say aloud. You try to pull back but Renjun doesn't let up.

"__" he calls.

His voice sounds so vulnerable, it catches you off guard.

"Yes?"

"There's something I need to tell you. Don't say anything until I'm finished, okay?"

You're a bit confused but you go along with it, hoping he'll reveal why he keeps running off without a word.

"This may sound crazy but, I realized once we started working on this booth together that you never hated me as much as you pretended to. For years, everything you did irked me and I wanted to make your life a living hell. Then I wanted to make it better. I wanted to make your life easier and I don't know how but things shifted and we became friends. I started to like you more than I thought was possible. And when I see you with Jeno, I get so angry inside—I didn't understand it. At least not at first...

I couldn't figure out why until it was too late. Chenle had been telling me to do this for weeks but I'm such an idiot. You were already so hung up on Jeno. I see the way you look at him. And he treats you better than I ever could. Hell, you might not even feel the same way. It's why I keep running away. I was scared of what I was feeling and even more scared of what those feelings would do to us."

His arms drop from around your shoulders and you're face to face now. Your heart caught in your throat, frozen at a stand still. "I'm sorry if this makes things awkward. We can still be friends after this I hope. I won't come in between you two, I promise."

His brown pupils stare into your barren ones, your face drained of all color. You feel queasy and the soft flurries of snow suddenly feels like shards of ice slicing you into pieces. You hardly noticed the urgency of the falling snow in between his confession but it was all you could see now. You felt cold. Everything was too loud. Your jumbled up thoughts stir your brain into scrambles and your legs start to tingle again.

Your brain finally clears and then there's only one thing on your mind. It's like your body gears into overdrive and then your running. All you can see is white but your body seems to know where to go as the shouts of your name become fainter and fainter. Snow meshes in with the tears streaming from your face as you sprint forward and don't dare to look back.

#renjun fluff #huang injoon #huang renjun fluff #nct #nct dream angst #nct dream #kpop #kpop scenarios #nct jeno #nct renjun #nct dream imagines #nct dream reactions

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gureishi · 3 years

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Sorry for replying late, I needed a small break from tumblr. But I’m back now :). My new account’s layout is all set up! So now I’m just writing an introduction and then I’ll be set. I’m also figuring out which MysticMessenger tags work.

Also about the glitching issue this website has going on, thankfully my accounts haven’t gone through that. Just the reposting issue I told you about. Oh but I keep unfollowing, then re-following accounts. I don’t know if anyone else has this issue?

When it comes to concerts it really depends. If it’s outside, no LMAOO. The state I live in is hawttt. But honestly I am trying to get out of my shell a little bit. So hopefully it any of my favorite groups announce a concert, I’ll buy tickets. Hopefully :). I’d need a cute outfit tho😂

Also the other fandoms I’m into are kpop groups. But I’m not heavily into them. They tend to be quite toxic.. so I enjoy from a distance.

~ (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

P.S for the random assumption post, when I first came across your account I had a feeling you would own a reptile. Then I found out you have a bearded dragon😂 Although, I thought you would own a snake or maybe one of those gigantic iguanas LMAO

Ohhh, I understand about taking breaks from tumblr. Sometimes you've gotta step away from the hellhole for a sec, lol. I hope you're feeling a little refreshed now!

YES. I am constantly unfollowing accounts by accident! And then I get scared to refollow, because I never know if it was a soft block or just the site glitching 😅 But I've heard lots of people are having this problem with the random unfollowing. What a stupid glitch for tumblr to have.

Ooooh! I hope you can do that if you get the chance! And honestly sometimes you just need an excuse to put on a cute outfit (or maybe that's just me 😂)

I've heard the same thing about some of those fandoms...eek. I don't know a lot about Kpop, but I like what I do know! Which groups are you into?

P.S. OMG REALLY???? LOLOL I'M SO HONORED THAT YOU COULD TELL I WAS A LIZARD PERSON. I wiiiiiiish I had a snake, but my fiance says he doesn't want to live under the same roof as a snake. So my plan is, like, if we ever live in a house that has a shed or garage I can convert it into my snake hut! 🐍

#asks #(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) anon #my beloved

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Mikasa Ackermann, Levi Ackermann, Amane Misa, Aeron Greyjoy for the charactet ask :3

SOMEONE HEARD MY PRAYERS AND NOW MY TIME HAS COME, tysm!!!!! <3

okay, let's start with levi (my beloved):

hogwarts house: gryffindor (maybe....?) | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

ugh, the hp sorting house system is way too reductive. he has qualities of gryffindor, slytherin, and hufflepuff - brave, astute, loyal to a fault, etc. so it's a hard choice. but if i really have to choose, i'd go for gryffindor. i know that his Bad Boy facade shouts slytherin, but while he has larger goals (killing all the titans, then saving the world etc.), he's got no actual ambition for himself. hufflepuff would also be a good option.

daemon (from the his dark materials series): (because i've just decided that's just way more accurate than the hp method) some kind of big feline. maybe a panther - a black panther would be the ideal - aloof, predatory, dangerous, fiercely independent.

best quality: besides his obvious strenghts as a leader and warrior, the way he cares for his comrades-in-arms. it's very hard to gain his trust and respect, but once you have it, it's forever. he's pragmatic and ruthless, yes, but he also has a huge capacity for compassion and friendship. not that he would be effusive about his affections, of course.

worst quality: none, he's absolutely perfect ❤ jklsdfhjk jokes aside, he really struggles to open up (a serious understatement), idt he ever talked about his traumatic past with anyone. i mean, maybe he mentioned it to hange and erwin (erwin knew him when he was still an undergound thug, so...), but... he's not great with feelings. despite his apathetic, intimidating mask, he feels and cares deeply, but he has a long history with losing the people he loves, so he tries to not personally care about his squadmates, which can be both a strenght and a weakness. of course, he spectacularly fails at this.

ship them with: well, it's not a secret that i'm a huge rivamika fan, this ship is almost literally consuming my waking thoughts lmao. imo they're perfectly compatible: very similar personalities (stoic, the strongest warriors, absolutely terrifying on the battlefield but with a soft underbelly), very similar pasts/experiences, so many parallels that it's actually ridiculous, etc. i love how they're both each other's equals and likeness (yes, i took it from jane eyre. no, i don't regret anything lmao). a lot of tropes i love, too: Terrible First Impression (the Pride and Prejudice vibes are so strong with these two, you have no idea), Kindred Spirits/Mirror Images, Veteran/Young Prodigy, The Last of Their Kind, even Height Difference lmao. i could write a whole rivamika manifesto, but this is already too long. (maybe for some other time 👀) i would've loved for their dynamic to be more explored in canon but alas, isayama clearly didn't give a shit about the ackerman legacy, he just used it as a plot shortcut to give them conveniently unique powers, since they never really talked about it 🙄 (and before some troll comes into my askbox shouting "you iNcEsT fReAk!!!!1!!", they're only very distantly related. we know shit about the ackermans but we know for sure that they've got at least several generations between them. biologically their shared DNA is 0%, obviously they don't see each other as family, all the eldians have a dead ass common ancestor from 2000 years ago so they're all basically ⁓related anyway. if you really wanna scream about i.ncest, go watch got/dark/the borgias and shut the fuck up please. or alternatively go outside and touch some grass) sorry for the rant, uh. anyway, i can also see levi/erwin. idk if i'd ever care enough to read a fic about them (i'm usually a huge multishipper, but for some weird reason not when it comes to rivamika? same with braime and kastle tbh), but still, i can see it.

brotp them with: hange and erwin, obv. veteran trio >>> ema trio, sorry not sorry (at least h. and e. died before yams had the chance to ruin their character arcs)

needs to stay away from: ...uh, filth, i guess? lmao

misc. thoughts: besides the stupid teenage fangirl crush i have on him, i'm genuinely fascinated by the man himself. he's a huge mess of a contradictions, and yet somehow it works: he's violent and brash and kind of an asshole, but also has a strong moral code and integrity; he's obv very skilled at all the killing/torturing stuff and yet he has a huge respect for life; he's got a potty mouth to say the least, and yet some very aristocratic manners/tastes (the way he sits, his preference for tea and usually refined clothes); he comes from what's supposed to be an illustrous bloodline, he's methodical and very precise, and yet he was born and raised in the underground, he's been used to filth and blood and poverty since he was a child, kenny of all people was his father figure, and probably has known no other life than a perennial survival mode existence. he's "humanity's strongest soldier", but while well-built he's also small, the david to the titans' goliah, and probably not what people would assume a born warrior looks like. he's also one of the few characters who stayed true to himself and his original characterization until the end, bless you smol king ❤

(okay, this is getting long!)

mikasa:

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

this is actually easy: mikasa belongs to hufflepuff and no, i won't take criticism (just joking lol). enough with this "hufflepuffs are fluffy puppies/Cinnamon Rolls <3" thing: mikasa values loyalty and duty more than anything else. she's also hardworking... and fierce, strong, lethal. yes, hufflepuff and lethal are not mutually exclusive concepts.

daemon: (finally the better option) a she-wolf, fiercely protective of her pack.

best quality: loyal, brave, incredibly strong (alongside her more fragile qualities). practical and level-headed on the battlefield, at least when eren is not included in the picture.

worst quality: struggles to let go of the past (understandable, considering her trauma). tunnel-vision when it comes to eren, obv. extreme levels of delusions ("if only i spoke openly about my romantic feelings for him - as if i didn't made them abundantly clear in ⁓6 years - he wouldn't kill 80% of humanity :(((" lmao okay. just. okay), but that's more on the writing. she's sadly more static than any other main character throughtout the whole series.

ship them with: see above :) but recently i've also started to be intrigued by mikasa/annie and mikasa/sasha. also, i'm sympathetic to jeankasa fans, though i don't actually care for the ship.

brotp them with: EMA trio, especially armin+mikasa. their friendship is so beautiful and special. also sasha.

needs to stay away from: ...... eren, at least romantically. again, that's more on the writing than anything else, but e.remika unfortunately encompasses many tropes i loathe with all the strength of my old shriveled heart: childhood friends-to lovers where the (male) childhood friend doesn't acknolewdge/is completely indifferent to the other (female) friend's romantic feelings, she hopelessly pines for him for years without anything more than a cold shoulder... until in the last chapter it's revealed that he loved her all along and doesn't "want other men to have her!!! :((" (then why did you have no reaction whatsoever to jean's years-long crush on her while she was jealous of any vaguely female-shaped human being you were friendly to, including hange? are you that dumb, man?); the female character's development and entire arc 100% revolves around the male protagonist - she has no goals, no dreams of her own except staying with him forever and ever; the romance is based on an idealized childhood dream, therefore reaffirming those childish illusions would make the character regress, not actually grow up (and nope, epilogue!jk doesn’t count; that also lacks build-up - i would’ve said the same about rm as well, so it’s not about shipping, guys, it really isn’t - and mikasa needed an inner change; getting married to another man but still praying to eren’s shrine is not substitute to actual development lol). post-time skip she's never really frustrated/angry with him, they never get a confrontation about him becoming a, y'know, mass-murderer of gigantic (pun intended) proportions; she puts him on a pedestal, and never stops idealizing him/never sees him for what he actually is (the narrative framing him as some kind of tragic martyr/saint eren from paradis with zero agency and basically... no clear motivation for the abovementioned mass murder, and not the actual complex tragic anti-hero/villain motivated by revenge and righteous fury he deserved to be, does not help). it lacks a good or even decent build-up - it's basically all tell and not show. now, if they'd actually been childhood friends to enemies to lovers/mutually co-dependent... it could have been interesting. sadly, it's not my cup of tea. of course this is just my personal preference, no hard feelings to the shippers.

misc. thoughts: enormous potential. she's been my fav female character since s1 - and ah, i miss s1!mikasa, when she had actually other stuff to do besides mothering eren. i love that she's the strongest warrior (second only to levi, obv), that her skills are never called into questions despite her gender, i love how she stands up for herself and the people she loves, that she may seem cold and stoic and yet has a such a huge heart, that she's not perfect but also sometimes awe-inspiring. sadly, she never really gets out of eren's shadow; what she lacks is an arc focused on herself. that's why imo getting deeper into the ackerman lore would've helped (also, you cannot make the main female character and the most popular male character descend from the same Unique Bloodline or whatever, and never really make them acknowledge it out loud; as a writer, you just can't lol). my spite is so strong that i'm currently writing a ridiculously pretentious fic that's 70% development for her character, to give her a voice, and 30% ackerthirsting. (yes, that's the fic i'm always vagueblogging about lmao, rip @ my brain). if any other rivamika fan is interested… mind you, it’s in italian tho, and idt i have the skills to translate into english.

misa:

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

daemon: mmh, maybe some kind of butterfly? beautiful, colorful, and short-lived.

best quality: glorious fashion sense, more inventive and ingenious than fans actually give her credit for.

worst quality: shallow, impulsive, and obv her dependence on/obsession with light (which stems from trauma btw, but still… the very opposite of a relationship between equals).

ship them with: rem, kinda (monster/human ftw!). also weirdly enough mogi, a little bit? she deserves someone who actually respects her… though she’s far from being a perfect angel. she may actually be crazier than light on some aspects. but in this house we stan evil ladies anyway, so i have no problem with that <3

brotp them with: uh, idk, maybe matsuda?

needs to stay away from: obv light. also takada.

misc. thoughts: a tragic victim of sexist writing. she may be… unhinged to say the least, but she didn’t deserve the abuse she got from light (and from the fans). the female characters’ writing in dn is so bad that idk if it’s on purpose, to kinda mirror the reality of women in a patriarchal society (dependent on men, housewives whose life entirely revolves around their husband/boyfriend etc.), or just casual misogyny lol. it’s even more baffling since we don’t know the author’s gender (they may be a man, a woman, nb, anything really). i tend for the latter option tho.

aegon greyjoy (now, i wasn’t expecting him lol):

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

i’m so sorry, i haven’t the slightest idea lmao. maybe gryffindor? mind you, it’s been a long time since i’ve re-read the books, so i don’t have many thoughts about him.

daemon: maybe it’s cliché, but some kind of fish/squid lmao

best quality: ugh, i really can’t remember much from his chapters :(( he’s not a coward, i guess? (lame answer, sorry!)

worst quality: definitely his religious fanaticism.

ship them with: no one.

brotp them with: uh… his family, ig? except euron.

needs to stay away from: obv euron. brr ://

misc. thoughts: i genuinely like the greyjoys chapters, though i vastly prefer the martells (with the exception of theon and asha, bcs i love them). yes, they’re deranged. yes, victarion is… well, victarion lol. but the drowned god religion is actually interesting, grrm knows how to write trauma - every time aeron mentions euron and that freaking door i’m like… :// - and the tragedy of it all… just great writing all around.

okay, that’s the end lmao. thank you so much, love!!! ❤❤

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #asks #cafeleningrad #if *anyone* dares to start stupid wank on my super niche blog they'll be blocked on sight i'm warning you #snk salt

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dontbesoweirdkira · 5 years

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Ok, I was gonna ask you about something else, but after reading the part 2 of the Mic and the exchanged student, I'm in DIRE need to see the part 3 where she has to start her hero career and she, obviously, need his help(not because she is not capable of starting it by herself but because she just needs him to continue to be by her side like it always has been)! Pretty please! Thank you! 💗

A/N: SKSKSK hOw cOUlD i sAy nO to tHat prEtTy PwEasE uwu. Haha yeah totally i’ll do this. Sorry if this comes out a bit late i’m working on some things. Thanks for requesting <333 Any requests let me know!

-So you know that bonus thingy i did in the last one? Where the parents were mean and all that? Well let's continue with that story line, I feel like that’s a bit more interesting for this!

-So i feel like after everything went down, realistically your parents would have forced you to come home and not contact Hizashi. Which sucks because he was the only one that really believed in you, And Japan became like a second home, even though your japanese isn’t the best and you may not look like everyone, you grew to love it and appreciate it. The thought of going back home to your parents stormed in your stomach

-Hizashi hated the idea too, he felt like your parents were mentally abusive and he really hated the idea of you going back. He talked to you and wanted to know if you wanted to get others involved and what not so you didn’t have to go back and leave the school. But you didn’t want to go through that whole process

-Besides you were “almost an adult” and soon able to start your hero career. You somehow convinced him to let it go and have faith you’ll be okay.

-”Alright Y/N, If you ever want it, you can always have a job under me and my agency. Even if you don’t wanna be a hero, you can work on my radio show.”

-Damn leaving Present was like the hardest thing. He was like a positive father figure that you always wanted and finally got, then when everything was good it got ripped away. It hurt so badly.

-Plus present took it so hard because he felt it was his fault, ‘Why did i have to say something?’ ‘It’s all my fault’

-Going back to your home country was like heck? Your parents forced you to stop with all this “hero mess” and made you go on a “more stable” path. They took away all your devices and stuff so you can “focus” but in reality they wanted to make sure you weren’t contacting Present or looking into hero stuff.

-Damn You’re really wishing you took Present up on that offer and let him help you stay

-You couldn’t work on your quirk or train so while everyone was asleep you’d do exercises and warmups Present taught you

-In those few years you were so miserable, and all you wanted to do was go back to japan and go on the path you always wanted to. You missed Hizashi and the friends you had made, Here you were lonely and tired, but there you had so much life and happiness.

-So secretly you were saving money so as soon as you get a chance, you can get away. So occasionally you’s ask for 20 or so dollars to get “books” or “go to the mall” when in reality you were just storing the money away in your secret trust fund lol.

-By the time of graduation you had enough money saved up to go travel, thanks to the extra help of graduation money from family members of course.

-As soon as you got home you brought a ticket, reserved a hotel and packed all you bags and left to the airport by the early morning. Whew you felt as if you were running from the Feds and for some reason that gave you a rush of excitement you hadn’t felt in a long time.

-finally you get to see Hizashi after all this time

-When you got to Japan, you went to the first place you could think of. Present’s agency. You couldn’t quite think of where else to get to him, so this was your first resort.

-Upon arriving you were so nervous. What if Hizashi didn’t even work there anymore?? What if he didn’t want to help? After all you kinda of cut him off even though you promised to keep him posted every once in a while. Although that wasn’t your fault but maybe he hated you for it?

-Either way it was too late now and you were already at the front desk, standing awkwardly standing

-“Hello dear, is there anything I can help you with?”

-“u-Ugh wEll uHhh???”

-“....“

-“....”

-“Do you have an appointment...or….”

-“nO...yeS? Haha i'm sorry, I'm looking for Hizashi Yamada. I’m an old friend and he told me to come here if I ever needed him..?”

-“...right...Your name?”

-“Y/L L/N.”

-“I don’t see you name under any notes or messages for him. By safety protocol I cannot let you up past this floor without a proper appointment or verification.”

-“Well is there anyway that I can leave him a note..with my contact and such? Or a way to set an appointment?”

-“Yes I can leave a note but I cannot guarantee he will see it and you can only make an appointment if you’re an endorser.”

-“Ah I see, Well I guess I’ll just leave a note then? Here is my name and number and can you just tell him I’m back in Japan. I need to talk to him.”

-“of course.” The lady at the front desk smiled as she finished writing the small note and moving it aside with the others

-You began to make your was towards the exit only to be stopped dead in your tracks when you heard an all too familiar voice boom through out the lobby

-“YEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH WHATS UP OFFICE LAAAAADDYYYYY! ANY NEW MAIL FOR ME??? HMM HMM????”

-Turning around, your eyes met the sunflower blonde male that leaned against the counter with a Gigantic smile across his face.

-suddenly a similar smile he wore, slapped across your face as you unconsciously shouted

-“H-hizashi?!”

-instantly his eyes landed upon you, yet his award winning smile vanished and turned into a tired expression

-ugh another crazed fan waiting at the front desk for him.

-except you weren’t, you were his most favorite person on the planet. However you looked so different. And he could hardly recognize you.

-For a moment he just stared at you with the utter most bleak face, until it hit him.

-“America?”

-“Mr. Hizashi!”

-HE IS SOOOO HAPPY SKSKSKSKSKS LIKE BRO HE THOUGHT HE WOULD NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN.

-HE SMILES SO WIDE AND LITERALLY JUMP HUGS YOU

-“MRSSSS. AMERIIICAAAA.”

-he has a moment where he pulls apart and just gazes at you

-i-is that tears in his eyes??

-awww so soft

-sMotheRs yOu In kIssEs (friendly forehead ones lmao)

-He’s just so happy to see you looking healthy and safe. He loves you so much, even if it’s been years.

-“I thought something bad happened to you, I tried emailing and contacting you but no response. Oh I’m so happy I get to see you again! Are you okay? Are you hungry?? Wait let’s go talk at a restaurant.”

-So you guys go to a restaurant and talk and reconcile about the past. Apologized for not responding and talking so long to come back.

-“No worries I’m just glad your here now! How has hero work been? Signed with any major companies.”

-“Haha um actually no not yet.”

-“WHAAAAT?! What are you waiting for?? I’m sure by now your quirk skills and everything has gotten waaay better now with all the training you’ve probably had there. I’m sure you’ll get signed just like that.”

-“Actually Hizashi. The last time I actually trained or really used my quirk was the last time we trained together.”

-He literally thought you were joking. No that’s not possible that was years ago.

-“No I’m serious, my parents wouldn’t let me do hero work after all that went down and they limited the use of my quirk. These past years I’ve been studying to be a pharmacist because my parents says it’s a more realistic job for someone like me and hero work is nonsense.”

-What no? They couldn’t of held a grudge that long? No you were on such a good path to become a hero. He was sure of it. The world really needed someone to step up, with the rise of crime and he knew you could do it. So for your parents to say “nonsense” was so unbelievably stupid.

-“What?” that was all he could muster hearing your news

-“yep! And I couldn’t respond to you because my parents took away all my devices, and gave me ones that were restricted and only for school research purposes. Everything about heroes or quirks that wasn’t related to Pharmaceutical Purposes wasn’t allowed. I actually saved up cash for years and gathered up the money I got from graduation to buy a ticket and a small apartment here. Although I’m sure my parents will be hot when they noticed I left the country, but at least I’ll be thousands of miles away and safe from their antics right? Haha.”

-He was so shocked. He didn’t think him telling off your parents and protecting your from them while you were in Japan, would cause them to go to such extremes. What kind of people?

-“Y-yeah. But don’t worry I’m alive aren’t I!” You laughed out

-He smiles at your attempt of optimism and nodded in agreement

- “Do you still want to become a hero?” He asked twirling his spoon around in the soup he earlier ordered

-“W-Well yes. Actually I do a lot, this world is becoming more cruel and I really hate sitting back and seeing these innocent people who can’t fight back get hurt everyday. But I know it’s hard but It’s something I really still want to do.”

-“Okay then, Y/N I’ll train you and help you become a hero. In the moring I’ll start paper works and a letter to get you into my company under me. I’ll make sure you become the hero you always wanted to be...that I always knew you could be.”

-“Wait are you serious.”

-“Only if you are. We’ll train in the early mournings and I’ll take you with me on patrol at night so you can get a feel of what it’s like. I’ll guide you Y/N and do better than I did before. I owe it to you.”

-And after that, that’s exactly what happened

-you guys were out on a morning run by 5 and working out at the gym around noon. Around 11 at night you guys were on patrol until 3 am. And this went on for months

-He pushes you harder than you possibly knew your body could be pushed

-You your quirk became much stronger and stable.

-teaches you different techniques and gives you pointers on where to go out on patrol and how to look for suspicious behaviors

-you’re under his company and training for about a year or so before you break off and go on your own. He makes sure you’re fully confident and he knows that you’re at a good spot beforehand though.

-You actually get signed under a big company and recruited for a few others all over.

-Before you left his wing, you made sure you thanked him for everything and that he was totally fine with it

-which he was

-He’s still always beside you though. You knew in your heart you still needed his guidance and his friendship in your life, and same for him. He really adores you and doesn’t want to just say goodbye. It hurt so bad the first time, he couldn’t imagine how it would feel departing again.

- He checks up on you everyday and make sure to go out to lunch every one in awhile.

-When you’re kind of lost or stuck or need a shoulder to cry on, he’s always right there.

-“Hizashi...I don’t know. Maybe my parents were right and I’m really not cut out for this. It’s so hard and I’m so tired. I just really want to cry.”

-“Hey shh, don’t worry you’re doing great. It just gets hard sometimes but trust me it’ll get better. I’m right here for you.”

-If you parents did come back to Japan and came to harass you or what not, Hizashi is instantly there protecting you and makes sure they won’t ever do that again. You are not going back to the U.S. with them, even if he has to get the legals involved he would.

-Send little gifts to him every so often as a thank you.

-You stay in Japan for the first couple years of your hero career but then branch out a bit to different countries

-collecting Souvenirs and postcards to send back to hIzAsHI

-When you become super successful he’s like “See Y/N, what did I tell you? You’re going to be fucking great.”

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lordeasriel · 5 years

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Did you see the new interview in Radio Times with Amir Wilson where he said that James McAvoy hasn't filmed anything for S2 despite most of the filming being done by christmas? I'm very confused since by the stuff Jack Thorne said about sitting down with Pullman to do a timeline of what Asriel did in TSK I expected him to have a much bigger part in S2. Considering that apparently most of the season is filmed already how much Asriel can we expect in S2?

Hey anon, sorry it took me a while to answer this, I was actually checking all the info we have on James in S2.

I did see that interview and I was also confused by it, because James had said before in a radio interview (here it is); this was on November 11/12. He mentions that he can’t talk about it, because the events of Asriel in S2 are not in the books, and that Philip not only sanctioned the extra stuff but he also came up with ideas for it. James also joked about his career stalling since that was the only thing he had to say about his projects, so I assumed at the time that we’d get a considerable amount of Asriel content for S2.

In July, James commented on a picture from Dafne’s Instagram saying “See you in Sept!” which was when we assumed the filming would begin. Given James barely participated in promo season, which happened around september and october, I assume that they met on studio for filming (even though they likely won’t film together). This could also mean they just met for the table reading, I don’t know how they call it - when they gather to read the scripts. It’s in fact, more likely that this is what happened.

There’s also what you mentioned about what Jack Thorne said, and yes, that also gave me room to think that Asriel would have more scenes. And in October, a fan filmed some of the shooting with Aryion and Ruth and they mentioned that a security guard said James was also in a nearby set. Sorry for this gigantic info dump, here’s what I think:

My guess is that Amir could be misinformed, as his filming schedule wouldn’t necessarily match that of James. We know Lin-Manuel Miranda finished his scenes in late September, 27 or around that and we know James got busy with Cyrano in November. My second guess, is that maybe James filmed a portion of his scenes before Cyrano, and that he will film the rest of them now. Will’s scenes for Season 1 were all filmed around March last year, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they filmed Asriel’s scenes now, as he doesn’t need anyone else from the main cast.

That being said, as an Asriel stan, I want more Asriel content, I’d like to see him show up in 7 of the 8 episodes, there’s room for that, but if Amir is 100% right and James hasn’t filmed anything yet, I don’t know, I feel like he may be scattered all over the season, but in short scenes or he’ll feature in 2 or 3 episodes, with longer scenes. I mean, Will had a lot of screen time even though he was filmed almost entirely post-wrapping up of Season 1, so maybe we can get as much Asriel even if James still hasn’t filmed anything.

Of course, this is all guesswork, so take it all with a pinch of salt. For all that we know, they could all be lying again lmao

#asks #sorry for the long answer #GIVE US MORE ASRIEL IN S2 BAD WOLF I DEMAND #Anonymous

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... Even though my last message contained a few words, it’s the truth and I’m happy it reached your heart. I’m a more of a silent reader but sometimes I just have to express my appreciation or else it’ll be kinda painful keeping it to myself lol. And yeah, word has power, I totally agree with you. now that I know why you write I just want you to know that I respect that a lot. I feel like it’s such a good motivation, and it’s touching and thoughtful. (1)

Let me also tell you that I’m not even exaggerating if I say that I check your blog almost every day or like 6 times a week (no pressure tho, don’t mind me:D) A lot of your stories have these kind of line that sticks with me, I even write some of it down so I won’t forget it. (2) Like I said, I like all of your stories, but Daffodil Rings is my favorite. It’s a masterpiece and so so satisfying and it’s coming from someone who doesn’t prefer soulmate stories but this one is wow, 10/10 for real. it’s also informative? The information about that flowers were interestingggggg I wanted to learn more =) I had the same reactions as Jimin while being schooled from oc :p (3) Since you wrote such an emotional and genuine reply I feel like it’s only fair if I wrote some of my mind for you as well. From now on I’ll make sure to leave more messages, my name is Aseel so you can know me when I leave one💛 (4)

Hi Aseel! Sorry I only got to respond now. I've been pretty busy and tired the previous days preparing for my tests. Yes, it's true. Keeping our appreciation to ourselves sometimes becomes painful that it becomes suffocating, (especially when you see that person you're appreciating going through a hard time) that you really need to let them out. I also feel this way because I'm also terrible sometimes in expressing my appreciation for others on a day-to-day basis. Not that I find it hard to say nice things but I'm constantly worrying if I'm coming off as smothering. That's why when I read such sweet comments like this, I feel relieved and validated like "it's okay to be like this," not just a writer but also as someone who loves to keep on going about praises and loving other people. Thank you so much for saying that my purpose and motivation in writing has touched you :"> This has always been my dream and I still can't believe I'm making a mark on other people's lives.

Also, thank you for looking out for my blog almost everyday. Aside from that's incredible, it's so touching someone is constantly waiting for me out there. Although I'm feeling half-guilty for not posting so much content, and at the same time terribly confused how I even got you to check on me time and time again when I just queue reblogs of my works from eons ago lmao 😂 On the side note, WHAT THE FUCK, I GOT YOU WRITING DOWN SOME OF MY WORKS?????!!!!! TBH I also do this whenever I read great books or fics. I write some of my favorite lines or dialogues in a cute little notebook that I bring with me usually everyday. So when I feel down or demotivated, but also tired to go and pick up something to read, I can retrace the wonderful moments I had when I read those books. It's like a mini-montage of memories I had from different worlds and it's so wonderful. SO I CANNOT BELIEVE I ALSO GOT TO BE LIKE THAT TOO TO YOU, ASEEL, LIKE WHAT THE FUCK, THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY HEART BURST WITH SO MUCH LOVE AHHHHH 😍😍😍

And ooh, thank you for loving Daffodil Rings! It's also one of my favorites! Coming from a writer who doesn't like strangers-to-lovers trope, Daffodil Rings was my first fic who had me stepping out a great deal from my comfort zone and do things I have never done before. It was like an ode to myself for learning how to try taking a risk in my life as Daffodil Rings!OC reflected a lot of my nuances in life and love. It was also the fic that had me writing for so long (it took me 2 whole months of summer, the second longest writing timeline I had next to Translucent Fireworks, which took me 6 months), probably because I had to struggle fixing the plot points again and again and trying not to sound like a current me berating my past me AHAHHAHAHHAHA. Writing Daffodil Rings was a wonderful journey. I'm glad you also enjoyed it. And even learned from it! God, I really loved that part I got to share with you hons my GIGANTIC nerdiness and weebness for floriography! I love language - orthographic structure, metaphorical ones, or visual ones, it doesn't matter!I So when I fell in love with the language of flowers, I know I've fallen in DEEP. It's just so nice to learn about things we usually take for granted, given that flowers are overused as an expression of love during first dates, weddings, anniversaries, and most often, Valentines' Days. I think it makes us love and value more what life offers us. And since I have such deep love for floriography, it is inevitable for me to share them. This is just me - I love something, I share that to everyone! I love it when my readers (and even non-readers), tell me they've learned something from me because aside from being a writer you can confide with, I also hope to help my readers, in some way, learn from the things I did, should have, or should have not done - which I write through many of my OCs.

Thank you so much, Aseel, for leaving such sweet messages and so much love. I don't think you know it, but you've helped me fulfill my dreams as a writer. You're definitely someone I'll never forget 😍💛💞

#thank you so much aseel for making me tear up with so much softness and uwu #i needed this for such a grueling week #i hope you have a good night/day #may my love and appreciation for you reach you wherever you are #aera blushes #fic: daffodil rings #what about aera

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onisiondrama · 6 years

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Says he’s going to react like an adult and he’s not being a character. Needs to talk about something serious.

UhOhBro had 2 million subscribers and half a billion views before he removed half the videos for demonetization. Was a successful channel that gave him a lot of wealth, which he doesn’t have anymore.

Says he might be at “square zero” soon because he got a gigantic, jaw dropping bill that he’s appealing. (most likely the wetlands thing)

He sold his house and cars and this bill will still take everything if it goes through.

Thanks Patreons. Says he could get a job as a cop, but still wouldn’t be able to pay his bills.

Complains about taxes business owners need to pay, the IRS (”there’s penalties for using turbo tax” lmao um no [edit: misheard, he said “penalties for using turbo tax wrong”]), and the adpocalypse.

“Everything I did was 100% honest” lol yeah sure. Like how you keep lying about just pulling weeds or how your only fault in your 2nd audit is just not knowing about the property tax law and blames turbo tax for it.

His accountant is figuring it out so hopefully he’ll take care of it.

His point in mentioning all this is because he wants you to know he’s used to stress.

Mentions again he lost his house and his cars. (He always says this, but I feel like it’s misleading. He just downgraded. It’s not like he’s homeless or car-less.)

Not trying to make us feel sorry though. Just telling us his situation. Don’t go to patreon because you feel sorry for him.

His documentary did not “for a fact” say Shane was a pedo. Said there’s no conclusive evidence, just pointed out evidence that’s weird. Also talked about their bad history. Also connected dots to predators like his dad.

Says he got a strike on his Shane Dawson documentary, which was on UhOhBro. (It was taken down for harassment and bullying.) Says the video had 1k likes and 5k dislikes.

Goes on and on about how YouTube a popularity contest and how even though he was factual, he said something negative about someone popular so people don’t like his videos.

Complains anti-onision videos are very popular. Someone with 11k subscribers got 300k views on an anti video. This makes people want to make more videos ripping him apart. People said he needs to be beaten, but no one gets flagged.

Last time he flagged a video was 4 years ago because someone said full names. If someone flags an anti video now it’s his fans, not him.

Because he’s not popular, people are allowed to bully and harass him like crazy.

An example is someone getting 1 mil views ripping apart his book and making fun of the character based on his dead friend Jad. He made a comedy response, but no one go the joke so he made a monotone response that only got 37k views and was demonetized. That person called him a creep and probably made thousands of dollars on the video. He didn’t insult her, his first response was just comedy. She made more money than all the sales of his book.

All these things are hitting him at the same time. He’s alive because of the power of love from his family.

He spent all day making an un-biased, honest, blunt video where he defended Shane at times. He didn’t call him names and didn’t viciously attack him. It was balanced review.

His objective in this video is trying to connect with us (Shane’s fans?) on a human level. He says he's had so many characters, ego, and narcissism “by some people’s description”. He says he’s not a therapist so he doesn’t know what these characters are.

Says his spouse is a psyc major so it’s funny when people try to psychoanalyze him to them.

It’s really rough. He lost a majority of his income, a majority of his popularity, a majority of his fans, fans turning into people that hate him. This would cripple an egomaniac. He cried when he found out he was going to lose his house in a video and that video got half dislikes.

He’s at a point where he needs to accept, understand, and expect people to hate him no matter what he says. He realized the only thing that really matters is people in his life. Not money or fame. He loves supporting his family. Lainey- I mean Kai stepped up and helped him.

He’s proud of his family. One of his kids wants to be a Youtuber, but they won’t let them because kids are sacred. They can go online but shouldn’t post stuff online. If they turned into a family channel it’d solve their financial trouble. but he loves his family too much to expose them to what he and his spouse goes through. He can handle it.

He thanks people that support him and are positive to him. Says he can’t talk about/be critical of Shane or anyone popular again because he needs to feed his family. Even Eugenia, he shouldn’t tell her to eat because it could destroy him. He learned his lesson. This is the second time he got in serious trouble for criticizing a big Youtuber.

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cypher2 · 6 years

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alright alright alright story time.

I went down to FL for the weekend to hang with @in-solo-we-trust and we drove to orlando for the seattle game. she tried to warn me about the city and stadium and fans, I will admit lmao. but nah dude you gotta witness it in person.

All I’m gonna say is orlando’s stadium is in the middle of a fucking dump and looks like it was just picked up and placed right in the middle of the most random shittiest piece of land in the city but sadly they purposely built that bitch there thinking it would be appealing. also, seeing the amount of hype and promo they put into making ashlyn one of the faces of the team given her performances that deadass hinder their progress year after year is really actually sad to see. embarrassing. but I will say the stadium and field are nice. seeing kop and lydia in goal made me miss hope and I wanted to die. kop should be the starting keeper dont try to argue it bitch there is no argument. but kop didn’t stop to sign. not a lot of players did, it was so fucking nasty hot and humid out, understandable. and syd’s baby tater tot is super cute. but syd saw seattle gear in the stands and walked the other way down the line lmao. and carson was really sweet, I told her we miss her in Seattle, she smiled and said thank you. I don’t understand how all these players are so photogenic after sweating their asses off in that heat for that long but here we are. beautiful fishes. also orlando fans are exactly like I thought they’d be lmao. but I will say it was a decent size crowd and though annoying they were loud and it’s obvious ppl there really support their team and players so that’s important. except 3rd string stans. also nwsl officiating is even worse in person than I’d imagined. tragic. enough there.

most of seattle players dipped after huddling after the game bc they looked beat. the heat really fucking drains you. but we got jess’ attention as she was walking off and I waved my tiny dragon jersey. she came over like the bad ass she is. shirt up slightly to wipe her face thank you @god. she looked so over the heat but she was nice and signed and spoke briefly. she’s bigger than I thought in person and I want her to choke me w her nice tatted arms thanks. she signed for alexis and me then we got a selfie and she left. tiny dragon of my heart forever. I brought my naho 36 jersey too and she saw it and came over smiling big. my sun and stars. she was so cute she asked me where she should sign and if I wanted her to write a 9 or 36. delicate assassin, I stan forever. rumi smiled and waved a little to ppl but she was limping a lil bit and looked in pain :( and bev was barely walking on her own and crying as she was helped off the field at halftime. but she saw us and smiled through it and looked happy to see seattle fans right there. then after the game betos gave her a piggyback to the tunnel and she saw us again and waved and said sorry as she was going bc she’s a gigantic sweetheart who is genuinely concerned she did not get to stop and talk to/sign for ppl and I’ll fucking fight you on this. I didn’t actually meet her but I can tell she’s the sweetest one on the team from the way she was that’s all. luuuu came over to this girl next to us and talked forever and a fucking day. then syd came over w baby tater tot and they all chatted for awhile. syd’s baby emanates the biggest mood faces ever. alexis has the picture that proves it. lu is so fucking pretty hello. glowing skin whats your technique. and she’s really relaxed and sweet too. took time to talk and asked if alexis was from seattle bc she had an old school program. nice laugh, gracious.

the highlighter kits really do blind your fucking eyes out and they really do have a curse. but I called a tie. we always tie those hoes. and apparently I have reversed alexis’ bathroom curse. ugh my presence. I made the mistake of sticking my hand out when taylor was jogging by like she does with all her missed goal scoring opportunities and I touched her hand. my bad. I don’t want these vibes. yeah she scored for us blah blah, jess should’ve blasted that one shot she had. one day I will witness a tiny dragon goal and I will be compete once again. queen of assists naho came through so can’t complain. when seattle scored we jumped up and alexis shoved me and made me spill my beer. pissed of orlando fans everywhere. that’s a mood. some good saves from both posts. assistant ref runs a lot. tall beautiful gazelle. front row seats are what’s up. but florida weather is literally satan’s sauna all the time. I’m still recovering from an internal heat stroke. anyways I’m so happy I got to see the goobers play in person and I got to hang with the chillest beach bum all weekend.

#seattle reign fc #seattle reign #adventures in satan's state

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urdearestmom · 6 years

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Airport Ballrooms | A Delayed Flight

so I don’t think I ever posted this there, and it reminded me that I need to post the rest of the chapters of LSS. but for those of you who haven’t come here from my ao3, here’s a little something I wrote back in January.

Summary: What happens when you hear a piano at 3 am?

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13332432

She hears it before she sees anything. Right as she exits the washroom, a song’s beginning is heard from a piano. As it proceeds, she finds that it’s vaguely familiar.

Coming into the open area where she’s been sitting and trying to nap for the past three hours, she sees that the formerly vacant piano is now occupied by a man whose fingers are gliding across the keys, his dark hair slipping over his brow. He looks like he might be about her age, although she’s not sure.

He’s very concentrated on his playing, so he doesn’t notice when she stands off to his left, watching. He ends the piece softly and when he looks up, he sees her and jumps, putting a hand to his chest.

“Jesus Christ! …almost gave me a heart attack there,” he laughs.

She smiles. “Sorry. That was really nice,” she says, gesturing to the keys. “What was it?”

He shrugs. “Just some good old Chopin.”

She nods. “Sounds familiar.”

“Did you recognize it?” He asks. “It’s one of his most famous pieces.”

“Yeah, kinda sounded like a lullaby or something.” She scrunches her nose. “Never mind.”

He hums. “No, I get what you mean, it has that quality to it,” he says, getting up and pushing the bench in. “What’s your name?”

For some reason, it’s at that moment that she notices he has freckles, although not many. “Jane Hopper, but I go by El. I like your freckles,” she unashamedly comments, then cringes. Fuck.

They start moving toward the seats where she left her luggage, and she sees that there are a few more bags nearby that must be his.

“Really?” He answers. “I used to have a lot more when I was younger, it’s kind of a side effect of aging that you lose freckles.”

“They’re cute.” She looks at her feet. Again? Seriously?

“Alright,” he chuckles. “If you say so, El.”

It’s then she remembers she hasn’t asked his name.

“Michael Wheeler, but no one except my parents call me Michael. Mike’s easier,” he says, tilting his head. “Were you on that flight to Indianapolis? I think it’s the only one that got delayed this late.”

She sits back where she’s been this entire time, and he sits next to her. They’ve just met, but it’s nice not to have to sit in an empty airport terminal at three in the morning by herself, chasing sleep she knows she’s not going to find. “Yeah, I’m going home. I was in Vegas at a speech pathology conference."

Mike grins. “Vegas, huh? What’s it like, hit up any casinos?”

El lays her head back. “I was there for work, so no. I guess I could have, some of my coworkers did, but casinos aren’t really my scene. Too loud,” she responds. “My friend Dustin definitely did, he’s still there,” she adds with a smile.

“He sounds like fun.”

“Definitely is, though sometimes he can be a bit of a handful,” she laughs. “How about you? Going home too?”

Mike nods. “Yup. I was in LA visiting my cousin, but also working. I’m a piano teacher,” he says, wiggling his fingers. “And there’s been a new initiative here in the States, to get some sort of standardized way of teaching, like the Royal Conservatory in Canada. So there’s been collaboration happening, stuff might be in the works.”

She turns to look at him, taking in the excited way he says this. “You seem really happy about that,” she remarks.

He nods again excitedly, his mop of hair flopping over his eyes. “Absolutely! It would make things easier if every teacher across the country had a certain level of things to teach students. Be easier for students too, especially if they ever have to switch teachers.” Suddenly he blows air upwards. “I need to cut this shit,” Mike says, gesturing to the dark locks surrounding his face.

El contemplates him for a second, taking in how he looks. “Nah, it looks good with your face.” GOD, EL! Stop being so forward, you just met him! “I think so, at least, if my opinion counts for anything,” she says, suddenly shy.

It’s weird, she thinks, that she just met this guy less than ten minutes ago and they’re already talking so easily.

He smiles. “It does,” he says, taking out his phone. He shows her what’s clearly a selfie, but it looks like there’s two of him. “That’s my cousin.” Mike points at the one who’s wearing a Guns N’ Roses shirt. “And this is me.” He’s wearing a simple striped t-shirt.

She looks more closely at the picture, trying to find some difference between them. “You guys look like twins!” She exclaims.

“We could be, if he wasn’t five years younger. We get that a lot though,” he answers. “I think you’re going to agree with me on this.” He continues. “He says he’s more attractive, but I say we look the same and therefore have the same appeal. What do you think? As an outside party.”

El looks at it again, and finds that she disagrees with Mike. “I think you’re cuter. Something about you,” she replies.

She looks up to find that a lovely pink blush is spreading across his cheeks. “Something I said?” She winks. Oh my god you fucking idiot. She suddenly feels crushed by the weight of her mortification.

He makes a strangled noise, and the hour and her tired brain must be getting to her, because somehow she finds it the funniest sound she’s ever heard. It’s also a little comforting that he doesn’t seem completely put off.

“Damn, that was smooth!” He says, starting to laugh too. “I gotta tell him you said that.”

“Isn’t he sleeping by now?”

He shakes his head. “No, he says sleep is for the weak. And it’s only two in Cali, and it’s the weekend.”

She reads over his shoulder as he types.

Cute girl said I’m cuter than you LOL

Suck on THAT tozier

“You think I’m cute?”

Mike blushes again. “Yeah, pretty. Really pretty,” he says softly. He gets a text almost instantly.

I dont believe u wheelie

U probably paid her or smth

Also, suck on what ;)

Actually nvm thats incest its just my reflex response

Mike looks at her. “Is it okay if we make a video and send it to him so he believes me?”

She shrugs. “We’ve still got at least four hours to kill, so why not?”

He pulls up the camera and starts recording. “Fine, you don’t believe me, here she is herself,” he says, turning the camera on her.

She waves awkwardly. “Hey… um, what’s his name?” Cringe.

“Richie.”

“Hey, Richie, just a little video to say that in my opinion your cousin’s cuter than you. And no, he didn’t pay me to say that,” she states, glancing off camera with a small smile.

Mike turns the camera back to him. “There you go, asshole. Video proof.”

He sends it, and they wait a minute in anticipatory silence before Mike’s phone vibrates with another text.

Lmao that doesnt convince me

She is cute tho ill give u that

Mike heaves an over-exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. You’re a dick, he types, go to sleep I’ll text when I get home.

SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK, MICHAEL.

GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP, RICHARD. YOU HAVE WORK TOMORROW.

FUCK WORK

Mike stares at his phone for a second before turning it off. “If I keep talking to him then he’ll never actually go to sleep.”

El smiles at him. “He seems like a fun person.”

“Oh, he’s an absolute dick. But I love him,” Mike says, shaking his head again. “We weren’t really close as kids but then he moved nearby and we talked more, except then I went to college. He’s closer with my little sister.”

She nods. “Do you have any siblings?” He asks.

“Nope. Just me and my dad.”

“That’s nice. Sometimes I wish there had been less people in my house, would’ve meant less embarrassment in certain situations,” he says. “I have two sisters, one older, one younger.”

“I wish I’d had a sister growing up, would’ve made things easier sometimes,” she answers. “Can you even imagine how awkward my dad was the first time I got my period?”

He doesn’t say anything for a second, and she thinks maybe she shouldn’t have said that. OH MY FUCK.

“Sorry, that was awkward,” she laughs. WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK.

“No, it’s fine, just unexpected is all,” he says. “I mean, we’ve only known each other for like fifteen minutes.”

They look at each other, the same thought going through their minds. “This is weird,” they say together, and then they start giggling.

“I just-” He takes a breath. “Do you feel like you know me from somewhere? Because I feel like I know you but I don’t think I’ve ever met you before.”

It’s what she’s been thinking. She feels a sort of familiarity with him, something she’s never felt so quickly with anyone else. It’s like she’s known him for a long time, or maybe in another life or universe.

She grins. “Isn’t there a multiverse theory?”

After spending an hour discussing parallel universes and the physics involved in understanding any of it (which they both have enough of a basic grasp on because of watching too much History Channel), Mike is sitting at the piano again, El having asked him to play something else. She doesn’t recognize the beginning, but as it progresses she realizes she does know it. It gets her moving, and she doesn’t really know what she’s doing, but she’s circling the piano and the man playing it in a way that somehow fits with the music. She even sings along with the main melody and the trills.

She feels like he’s transforming the place into a gigantic ballroom with his music, and she’s the princess dancing with her prince (except there’s no prince to dance with, because he’s too busy making the music). It’s a stupid thing to think, but she never had dolls or was allowed to watch princess movies or read fairytales when she was a kid, and she feels like she missed out. Hopper let her watch movies and read, but it wasn’t the same as a teen as it would’ve been as a kid. And maybe it’s just a dumb fantasy, a creation of her mind because she’s tired and suddenly thinking about her horrifying childhood, but she thinks the imaginary ballroom that only has her and Mike in it is a wonderful place to be.

He ends the piece with a theatrical flourish, throwing his hands up off the keys as soon as the last notes are played. “How was that? You were dancing!”

A laugh escapes her lips as she claps. “It was amazing! I knew that one, it’s from the Nutcracker, right?”

Mike nods vigorously. “Gotta love me some Tchaikovsky.”

“Is that why it’s so dancey? Because it’s for a ballet?” She asks, curious.

“No, it’s because it’s a waltz,” he answers, stretching his arms up above his head. His sweater rides up to reveal a sliver of pale skin, and she finds herself staring without being able to tear her eyes away. “Waltzes are inherently dancey, I think. At least that’s what I always tell my students who play them, it helps them really hear the tempo and accents if they try to see the dancers.”

She averts her gaze, and he’s still talking. “You know, ‘cause waltzes have the accent on count one, so it goes one-two-three, and sometimes when you’re caught up in playing you forget about it so it’s good to try and envision the dancing. The music was written for dancing after all,” he finishes. “El? Sorry, was I rambling, because I have a tendency to-”

“No,” she breathes. “You’re just really attractive. The piano suits you.” She almost face palms. WHY am I like this????

That shuts him up, a redness spreading across his face once again (but this time along with a wide grin). He might just combust if he looks at her, so he looks at his hands instead.

“Sorry,” she says, worried she’s crossed a line she wasn’t supposed to yet.

Mike’s head whips up. “Sorry? What are you sorry for?”

“I’m too forward. It almost always ruins things with guys.” She deflates almost imperceptibly, and she wonders if he noticed.

Apparently he did, because El feels herself pulled into a sideways hug, tugged down to sit on the bench next to him. “Hey,” he says softly. “You’re just saying what you think is true, which is a great quality to have. You saved me from my own rambling, so thanks.” He gives her a squeeze and adds, “It hasn’t ruined things with me.”

Suddenly the air is charged and she thinks that if they weren’t in an airport she might have kissed him then. Sadly, they are in an airport. Instead, she requests that he play something more contemporary than Chopin or Tchaikovsky, and he starts up with a rendition of Halo by Beyoncé.

They spend another hour around the piano, him playing more and she observing. El thinks he plays with a lot of grace, his fingers moving deftly across the keys almost as though he’s stroking the instrument. He looks like he belongs in front of a piano, making beautiful music for all the world to hear. In this case the world is a strange woman in an airport at the asscrack of dawn.

It’s five in the morning when the pair crashes back onto the seats next to their bags, and they lean their heads on each other and fall asleep. However, it seems things are only in increments of one hour on this night, because it’s six when El awakes with a start, knocking Mike’s head off of hers.

“Attention passengers: flight 337 to Indianapolis International is now scheduled for take-off at eight thirty. Boarding will begin at gate twenty-three one hour in advance.”

“Hey,” she says, seeing Mike next to her looking disoriented. “Flight’s at eight thirty but we gotta be there at seven thirty, do you wanna get some breakfast?”

Looking around, she sees that the open area that was so empty during the night now has other people milling through it, and it shatters the warm space she’d felt she and Mike were in. It’s time to go back to the real world, away from the fantasies of ballrooms and princes and dancing. The magic of the night has been erased by the movement of the morning and she hopes what she thinks she felt between them hasn’t been erased too.

He yawns. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she says, getting up to stretch and grabbing her bags.

They walk around the slowly filling terminal, looking for a place to eat, and light upon a cute coffee place in the food court. They order and eat in silence, avoiding looking at each other, until he speaks.

“Does last night… feel like it was a dream, to you?” Mike asks.

I thought that was just me. She takes a sip of her black coffee. “It kind of does, yeah. This entire encounter has been weird.”

He looks down at his croissant, crinkling his nose, then peeks back at her through his lashes. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

He says nothing else, and neither does she, so they head off to gate twenty three, and she thinks something’s wrong because he wasn’t this quiet or awkward last night. The tension is palpable, but she’s never been very good at social interactions and she doesn’t know what to say. He probably realized how dumb I am. She thinks she may have come across as very brazen (which she is, but she hates it for how it ruins everything all the time). Mike hadn’t seemed bothered by her earlier, and she had hoped that something good might have come out of their chance meeting.

It seems it was not to be, however, because the only thing he does as they board the plane is wave and give a little half smile when he finds his seat. El sighs and settles in for the hour and a half flight. She’s decided she’s going to try to catch up on the sleep she missed instead of sitting in abject misery, and it works because she’s blinking confusedly when a flight attendant wakes her to say that they will be landing in approximately forty minutes.

She’s excited to be back home, to work, her patients, her dad and Max. But she’s also the teeniest bit sad because she wants to explore that special connection she feels with Mike, to see what it means and what it’s about and she believes she’s ruined her chances (okay, so maybe she’s more than a teeny bit sad). She’s convinced herself that nothing was ever going to happen, she had imagined the unexplainable thing she felt between them.

She makes it through baggage claim and isn’t sent to customs, so El’s on her way out of the terminal to catch a taxi because both Max and Hopper are working today when something does happen. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a person running out of the passenger exit, and she thinks that they must have seen a loved one they missed.

That is, until she hears the shout. “El!”

It’s Mike of course, and he comes to a skidding halt in front of her, breathless. “I just- ran- all the way here- because- I’m a dumbass-”

“Whoa, hey, breathe,” she says, “I don’t need you dying on me in the middle of the airport.”

He nods and waits until his breathing levels out before straightening up. “I wanted to apologize for being so stupid and awkward this morning, I don’t know what got into me.” He swallows before looking at her directly. “I really want to see you again, so… do you wanna go out sometime?”

WHAT! She doesn’t respond for a few moments, shocked. But then she grins and says, “Are you asking me on a date?”

He sucks in a breath, about to shake his head, she can tell, but then he stops. “You know what, fuck it. Yes, I am.”

“Well, I’d certainly like that.”

El leaves the airport with Mike’s number in her phone, and she’s only been in the taxi for a few minutes when it pings with a text.

Can you do tonight at 7?

He’s eager, and she likes that she’s not the only one. It assures her she’s not being some creepy, obsessive, stalker.

Someone’s eager lol

But yes

Where?

I was supposed to go to a “friend’s” party tonight but I never actually said yes and I really don’t want to haha

Kinda cheesy but I was thinking a roller rink if you want to go

There’s one near my place and it has an arcade too!!

Growing up in the 90s, El remembers being fond of arcades. She and Max used to hang out in them all the time. Another thing in common!

Aaaaaa the arcade I miss those

Sounds good, pick me up or meet you there?

I can pick you up lol I don’t mind

She sends him her address, and he sends back a GIF of a penguin dancing.

See you later :D

(part 2)

#it's the shakira penguin gif #airport ballrooms #mileven #mileven fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #mike wheeler #eleven #au #alternate universe #urdearestmom

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broadwayyhoe · 7 years

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Love Wins (Falsettos One-Shot Thing)

is this a one shot? idk but it’s a little thing I wrote inspired by this post by @everydayatleast!! Trina, Mendel, Charlotte and Cordelia would be in their 70s by now, and Jason in his 40s. So what were doing at the time of the Supreme Court ruling legalizing same sex marriage in the US?

(also, sorry, I probably don’t get how anything works in the US lmao, so I’m sorry a lot of the stuff about pride parades etc might be inaccurate but I tried my best)

June 26, 2015. Jason sat at his desk in his house, taking a break from work, playing chess on the computer, when his wife suddenly opened the door with the TV remote in her hand.

“You might want to see this, honey,” she said. She was smiling widely, tears pooling in her eyes.

Jason stood. He rushed into the living room.

The words Supreme Court Ruling Makes Same-Sex Marriage a Right Nationwide was emblazoned across the TV screen.

The TV was playing footage of thousands of people cheering in front of the supreme court, donning rainbow flags.

Jason sank into the couch. Tears began welling in his eyes. A sob racked his body, and he put his face in his hands. He looked up, with his tear-stained face, at the live footage still streaming on the the TV. Laughing in disbelief, he whispered, “Finally, huh?”

He kept staring at the TV screen. Reaching into his pocket, he took out his wallet, and took out the worn out picture he kept with him at all times. It was the picture they all took after Jason’s team won that baseball game, 34 years ago. His two fathers beamed up at him, healthy, happy. Tears welled up in his eyes again.

“We did it, dad,” he whispered. running a thumb over their faces. “We did it.”

When Jason finally stood up from his spot on the couch, he wiped away the tears and picked up the phone.

The woman on the other end picked up quickly.

“Hi. Jason?” Cordelia said.

“Delia,” Jason said. “Hey. I….”

He couldn’t go on. He didn’t know what he rang them for. He didn’t know what to say.

“I know.”

He could hear the tears in her voice.

“Come over, Jason,” she said.

Jason could hear chatter and laughter on the other end.

He nodded. “I will.”

It was almost like the old times. Jason. Trina and Mendel. The lesbians from next door. All sitting around, sharing stories, laughing together.

Except there was still a gaping hole, two empty seats on the couch, a void that could never be filled.

Jason looted around in Cordelia’s closet, looking for something to wear to the parade down in Times Square. At the very back of the closet, he found a grey shirt with a rainbow flag on the front that fit him perfectly.

When he emerged from the room wearing the shirt and his khaki shorts, the other four, all decked out in rainbow colours, looked up and fell silent.

“That’s Marvin’s shirt,” Cordelia finally said, quietly.

Jason stood there, with his curly brown hair, wide blue eyes, and long angular face. He raised an eyebrow and smiled at them, wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes.

“He looks.......like Marvin,” Trina whispered.

They all marvelled at the man standing in front of them, the man who was once that smart-mouthed little boy obsessed with chess. That little boy was now this grown man who now had a family of his own, and children to take care of.

“I wish he could’ve seen how well you turned out,” Trina said. “I wish… I wish they both could’ve.”

Jason ran a hand through his curly hair, looking a little embarrassed at the attention.

“Marvin used to do that exact thing,” Charlotte said, grinning. She mimed running a hand through her hair.

“It would drive Whizzer crazy, remember?” Cordelia laughed. “Don’t make your hair messier than it already is, Marvin!”

They all laughed at the memory. But there was also a deep sadness in the air.

They could never truly be the Tight-Knit Family again, not without the two men.

Times Square was already filled with thousands of people, waving rainbow flags, cheering, kissing, waving signs. The air was thick with joy and excitement.

The five stood there, not joining the parade yet, watching the people celebrating, happy and excited, but they all felt there was something missing.

They should’ve been here. They should’ve been here to see this.

They should’ve been here to see the crowds upon crowds of people waving rainbow flags, the gay men kissing their partners to deafening cheers from hundreds of people. To see people being out and proud, people not having to be afraid, not having to hide who they are. Not having to pretend to be something they were not.

Marvin and Whizzer should’ve been here. They should’ve grown old together, they should’ve seen Jason grow old. They should’ve been there to attend his wedding, they should’ve been there when Jason’s first child was born. They should’ve been here with them, the tight-knit family, together, seeing the moment history was made.

If they were here, Whizzer would be fully decked out in rainbow clothes, rainbow shorts, rainbow shirt, rainbow sunglasses, rainbow socks, and rainbow shoes, forever the fashion icon, even at 70. He would’ve put rainbow face paint all over his cheeks. He would’ve tried to slather the paint on Marvin, but Marvin would’ve resisted, laughing, but in the end given in, and let Whizzer put the paint all over his cheeks. He definitely would’ve grabbed Whizzer and kissed him, making Whizzer smudge up the face paint. Marvin just laughed and went out with the colors all just smeared on his cheeks.

They would’ve held a gigantic rainbow flag together, draped it on their shoulders, and paraded. Whizzer would’ve been all out there, cheering and whooping, and Marvin would’ve been the quieter one, taking in the view and marvelling and tearing up at how far they had come. Whizzer would have tried to drag Marvin onto a float and kiss him in front of the crowd. And Marvin would’ve resisted but reluctantly let him. They would’ve kissed in front of those thousands of people, who would cheer at these two kissing men. And in that moment, Marvin would’ve looked out at the crowd of people watching them, so many people like him and Whizzer, cheering at them, cheering for two men kissing, and finally, finally, truly see that love was not a crime.

They would’ve been so happy.

But they weren’t here.

And it was so goddamn unfair.

Tears stung Charlotte’s eyes remembering the two men she could not save, the two men she had loved so much. The two men who had loved so much. The two men who deserved so much more. She looked at the others and saw they all had tears in their eyes. She knew they were all thinking the same thing.

Then Jason suddenly said “wait here,” turned on his heel, and ran back toward his house.

When he came back, he had a framed picture in his arms.

Whizzer and Marvin grinned out at them from inside the picture. They were sitting on the couch in their old apartment, Whizzer’s arms around Marvin, his cheek resting on his shoulder. They were both laughing happily, their mouths wide open and noses scrunched up, the corners of their eyes crinkling.

Jason said, “We can’t go without them.”

So they went and joined the parade, and they held the framed picture together as they marched along.

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sunnysidewrites · 7 years

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Assassin!Seungcheol Pt 1

Requested by anon: Can please request a seungcheol mafia au with angst and fluff 💘

hi lil anon i was actually already planning on writing this au right before you requested! I hope this was something along the lines of what you were looking for!! happy bday to papa cheols he is sUCH A BIAS WRECKER!! AND IM SORRY I WROTE SO MUCH FOR THIS!!! THIS ALMOST SURPASSED WOLF!WONWOO’S LENGTH JLSDJFDLS I WILL DO A PART 2 IF PEOPLE WANT IT!!!

also I was in the middle of writing this when all of a sudden i got a notification that @cheollies posted one and i was like oMG ARE U SERIOUS HERS IS SO MUCH BETTER!! go check hers out IM SO IN LOVE WITH HER WRITING OMG SHE GIVES ME INSPIRATION!!! my au takes a different direction bUT I FIND IT FUNNY HOW WE BOTH DID IT LMAO

warnings: fluff and a whole lotta angst, mention of some violence

Part 1 | Part 2 (Finale)

Yes another one

I apparently really like assassin and vigilante aus bc,,,, just look at wonwoo’s

I just kiNDA LIVE FOR THIS TROPE LEAVE ME A LO N E

anyways birthday boi papa cheols can run me over with this au bye

Seungcheol had always been involved in the shady realm of business

His father was a politician and,,,, well he wasn’t bad but he wasn’t good either

Seungcheol, however, thought his father did some questionable things

His suspicions were confirmed one day

“You’re gonna need to protect me”

And lil cheollie was like ???? what do you mean dad????

“Son, I have a lot of enemies, and that’s inevitable when you have this type of job. I don’t trust anyone else to do this job,,, so,,,,,,”

Poor smol cheols is still really confused like dad im still not understanding

“I need you to,,,,, take care,,,,,, of some people for me”

“Take care?? Like help them when they’re sick???”

“Sure…. Sick…. Let’s go with that”

And from then on, seungcheol started this dirty job his father brainwashed him into doing

He was only in middle school when he had to do his first “mission”

Since his dad didn’t want him to do anything big just yet, he only had cheols start off by dropping in poison discreetly in drinks

His missions slowly started to grow larger and next thing you know Seungcheol is taking up self defense classes

He’s now in his early 20’s and,,,,

His heart has completely hardened

I’m sad now

All he thinks about is how his father will be proud for completing whatever current mission he needs to do

The reassuring words of “i’m proud” always made him feel overjoyed,,,, his father had never once said that to him even when Seungcheol had good grades or brought his team to first place in the football championships,,,,

No. His father only congratulated him every time he took care of an “inconvenience.”

“If this is what I have to do to get him to notice me,,,,, then I’ll do it.”

His father is in the middle of negotiating with another distinguished political figure,,, but things aren’t going very well

Being the manipulative person he is, cheol’s father is blackmailing the man to give in

“You wouldn’t want anything to happen to your daughter,,,,, do you?”

“,,,,,You wouldn’t. Leave her out of this and settle this like a real man.”

“Oh, but I most certainly would, Park. Do not test me.”

The man mulls it over in thought before caving in

Ofc,,, seungcheol doesn't know about the dirty work his father does himself

He only thinks there's a reason for why his father has a need to get rid of bad men, and he just goes along with it

At this point he’s completely void of warmth and nurture

Whatever his father orders him to do, he does it without hesitation whatsoever

Until,,,, he meets,,,,

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you apologize for running into someone

He doesn’t have time to deal with this since he’s on his way to meet his father but he takes one look at your face and he is star!! struck!!

“A-ah,,,, it’s alright; I wasn’t looking either,” he says with a dazed look

And you’re like oh good sorry about that again!! And you rush off to wherever you’re going

He watches you leave but then he’s like o right i gotta meet dad

The rest of the day he just has thoughts on the stranger he bumped into

His next mission is to get rid of the man’s daughter, but he can’t immediately kill her just quite yet

His father tells him to wait it out if the man pulls any tricks on him

But as for now, the father is holding off any missions for cheols bc the other politician is his main concern rn, and there doesn’t seem to be anything shady just yet

Cheols is like welp ok guess i’ll just,,,,,,chill or smth,,,,,,

And cheols hasn’t had free time in a loooong time so he’s kinda unsure what to exactly do

He decides to just go to the gym and hang out around a mall or smth like he literally does not know what to do

He’s at a nearby mall one day just chilling on a bench and sipping his smoothie he bought from the food court when he suddenly sits upright

A few shops down is the same person he bumped into!!!

You’re on a lonely shopping spree that consists of just window shopping and going around to stores that seem to have cute clothes

And he’s just like ,,,,,,,,what are the chances of meeting her again,,,,,,,,

He casually walks over at a reasonable distance where he’s far enough to not seem like a stalker but close enough to have you in sight

When he sees you heading out of the store he just casually bumps into you

“Oh sorry -- omg it’s you!” you say pointing your finger at him

And he’s like lmao :) yes :) it is me :) totally coincidental :)

“It’s alright,,, i’m already used to it ;)”

And you’re like l m a o,,, k then

“Are you by yourself?”

“Well,,, just having some me time” you raise your hands to gesture to the bags in your hand

“You look like you can use some company ;)” cheols pls

And you’re like ahhaahaha,,,,,, well not realllllly LOL but,,,,, you can join if you’d like,,,,,,, or smth,,,,,

And that’s how you got Seungcheol to spontaneously join you in what you originally intended to be your me time

When you had to get going, he was like you wanna,, exchange numbers so we can do this again??

And you’re like ,,,,,,,,sure

Smooth cheol not really bye

You guys keep this up for the next few weeks, either you hitting him up to “have someone accompany you,” or him seeing what you’re up to and joining you regardless bc “you need someone to protect you”

I mean you lowkey do tho

You grow closer to Seungcheol but you’re utterly oblivious to what he does behind the scenes

And quite frankly, he wants it to stay that way

For once, he was not shunned bc of his work and he wants to keep it that way

He’s finally met someone who’s overlooked everything he’s ever wanted to hide and he doesn’t ever want that to be taken away from him

You and seungcheol have grown so close that you guys don’t even bother to use an excuse to see each other like how you did the first week or so of meeting each other

“Hey let’s go down to the new cafe down the street”

“Be there in 10”

Seungcheol didn’t realize how deep he fell until he saw you with another guy

Once the person leaves, he sidles up next to you and starts badgering you

“Who was that guy”

“What did he want”

“I think he was standing a little too close to you”

“He didn’t try anything funny, did he?”

“fOR THE LOVE OF GOD CHEOL THAT WAS MY COUSIN”

“....still”

And he’s like i don’t like it when guys get too close to you

And you’re like why do you even care so much?????

“Bc,,,,,,,,,,i like you you don’t know self-defense”

And you’re like uM IM NOT WEAK

“Try throwing me over”

“You’re like twice my size wtf”

“dO IT”

And you’re like ,,,,,,,,ok fine i’m weak

And the way you’re pouting and playfully hitting his arm

It’s all it takes for him to laugh with a twinkle in his eyes and he realizes

He’s in love

The curve of your lips, the crinkle of your eyes,,,, it’s enough to set him off

He only stands there staring at you and you’re like ????

“Earth to cheols???” you wave your hand in front of his face thinking he spaced out

You have a very perplexed look on your face and he’s like okAY I CAN’T TAKE THIS

He grabs your face and you’re like uH????????????

“You need to stop”

“Stop,,,, what? What do i need to stop????”

“Being so vulnerable. You only make yourself more irresistible”

And before you can even ask him what he means by that, he juST PULLS YOU IN AND KISSES YOU

And you’re like o H MY GO D WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT

But the warmth emitting from his body and the softness of his lips make you wanna dIE and you both soon engage in a passionate kiss

You hadn’t realized you liked him until that moment

You,,,, love him

You both break away, completely breathless

“You’re too irresistible, I couldn’t handle it”

“Shut up and kiss me again”

Soon enough you have to part ways and call it a day and both of you are essentially floating back home on cloud 9

You close your door and lean against it, bringing your hand up to your lips

You,,, had your first kiss,,,,,,

Meanwhile back at home, Seungcheol is trying to keep his heart and thoughts from racing

He can still feel your body under his and just merely thinking about it makes him break out into a gigantic foolish grin

The next day, you text him to see if he wants to go check out the ice cream parlor

But,,,,,, you never get a response

You’re thinking he’s probably busy doing something but,,, he doesn’t respond the entire day

Nor does he respond the entire week after that

And you’re just,,,,,,, really hurt and confused

“Where,,, did i go wrong???”

You thought the feelings were mutual that night,,,, now suddenly he got cold feet and left you like this????

Two weeks pass and you still hadn’t heard of anything from him

You text and call him but to no avail

You’re just about to give up contacting him after calling him for the fifth time but you suddenly hear a voice that you’ve been waiting for

“Hello?”

“Cheol what happened to you! I thought,,,, i thought,,,, you didn’t wanna see me anymore,,,,,,,,,,,,,”

And there’s silence on the other end

“Cheol, are you still there?”

“Look,,,,,,, y/n,,,,,, we can’t do this”

Your heart sinks

“W-what can’t we do?”

“This was never gonna work out,,, we should just end it here”

“Cheol, i don’t understand, let’s just meet up and talk--”

“No! Y/N, forget it! Forget everything we did. Forget about us. Forget,,, forget about me.”

“Cheol, stop talking nonsense--”

And the line cuts.

Your arm limply falls and drops the phone

You can’t eat or sleep for the next few days

A week later you return to the same cafe you bumped him at and a small inkling of you wants to meet him but at the same time you don’t know what would happen if you did

You end up going to the cafe every day because of that stupid little small spark of hope inside of you,,,, you keep telling yourself you’ll never see him again but,,,, your feet keep taking you there

Just around the corner of a building across the street, Seungcheol sees you desperately trying to find any signs of him

He grips his gun

“I’m sorry dad,,,, i can’t do it this time”

Might make part 2 if there’s a good response!!!!

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