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atinyniki · 7 months

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100 things i like love about you.

group: stray kids !

pairing: nonidol!lee know x f!reader

genre: romance, slow burn, fluff, little angst???

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, drinking, vomiting, kissing, other members of JYP groups are side characters, overthinker lino, whipped reader, lee know is referred to as minho and min.

authors note: hiii im niki (nikita) ! this is my first time writing a fic and i decided to try and make one for lee knows birthday. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 6191

(pt. 2)

it’s mid july and you’re sat at your computer at home, unable to think about what you should get your roommate for his birthday.

it’s never too early to plan right?

minho had given you the best birthday you could have possibly asked for. he brought you all of your favorite snacks and you two pulled an all nighter watching dorky kdramas.

you truly didn’t know how to feel about the gift he gave you at the end of the day though. all he gave you was an envelope before he headed to bed.

you still remember everything that was said in the note he gave you. you didn’t know minho had it in him to write such a beautiful letter. inside were a few cute polaroids you guys took over the years as well.

you wanted minho’s birthday gift to be as special as his was to you.

then it hit you.

the best idea ever.

you decide to call it “100 things”. you knew minho deserved a thoughtful gift, and you knew he’d appreciate it. you immediately went out to buy cute notecards and kitty print washi tape.

once you returned, you got back on your laptop and check the date.

july 16… perfect !

you decided that you’re going to use this extra day to plan. you open an empty document and start creating a list.

at first, you thought it’d be too difficult to think of so many things, but once you actually started writing it was difficult to stop yourself. you start wondering if minho would realize your true feelings towards him after reading all those cards.

it was no secret to you or your friends that you’ve been head over heels for lee minho for the past two or so years.

you make sure to brainstorm carefully. you don’t know what you would do if he were to find out, and quite honestly you didn’t want to pain yourself with the thought either.

you were brought out of your thoughts when you heard a loud knock on the door. you quickly saved your progress, and shut your laptop.

“come in!”

as soon as minho opened the door, you were met with a toothy grin on his face.

“i made your favorite, are you hungry?” you nodded quickly, blushing a little at the gesture, but not enough for minho to notice.

slowly, you got out of your chair and made your way to the door. you senses were immediately filled with the savory aromas, and you couldn’t help but smile.

you’ve always loved minho’s cooking, and minho loved cooking, so it worked out perfectly for the both of you.

what you didn’t know though, was that the main reason he always cooked for you was to see that adorable smile on your face while you were eating. he loved the way your cheeks would puff up whenever you stuffed more food in your mouth and how you’d thank him with a grin after every meal.

he didn’t mean to be weird, but he always found himself staring at you while eating. normally, he’d try to focus on finishing his food but he couldn’t help but watch your cheeks inflate more and more.

this time was no different. you used the chopsticks to quickly fish out the bell peppers, something minho noticed you’ve always done.

you glance over at minho to see that he’s not even half done with his plate yet.

“what’s wrong? are you not hungry?”

“oh no, sorry. i just zoned out i guess” he continued eating but stopped again when he noticed your eyes soften.

“do you want to watch a movie after this? you don’t have to, i just thought you needed a break from all your wo-“

“yeah of course y/n.” he cut off your rambling, and chuckled a little at your words. you smiled back, quickly finishing your food and getting up to wash your plate.

minho finished not too long after, and he went to go meet you at the couch. “so what do you want to watch?” you asked. “we can continue watching that show we were watching earlier if you want”

you put on the show and laid back, grabbing a blanket from your side to lay over the both of you. minho stared intently at the tv, and you were starting to think he loved this show even more than you did. soon you found yourself staring at his eyes, his gaze still focused on the tv. you made a mental note to add it to the list. there was just something about his brown boba eyes that you found so perfect.

soon, you started to doze off, but tried your best to stay awake. it was the best part of the show, when the leads find out they’ve been in love with each other for months, but you were tired. you’ve studied for so long today, and you just couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore.

your eyes slowly fluttered shut, your breathing becoming even. not too long after, the episode ended and minho was broken out of his trance. he was so focused on the plot that he didn’t even notice you had fallen asleep. a smile slowly appeared on his face, you looked so peaceful when you were sleeping.

minho carefully pushed himself off the couch, not wanting to wake you, and went over to your room. he pulled up the covers and kept the door wide open.

quickly, he made his way back to the living room and picked you up, making sure not to shake you that much. he carried you to your room, silently giggling at the way you nuzzled into his warmth. he placed you down on the bed carefully, and tucked you in.

he left your room and shut the door behind him. he wondered if you could hear how fast his heart was beating. he noticed the kitty washi tape on your desk, and reminded himself to ask you if he could borrow it later.

you woke up the next morning, not remembering how you got into your bed. you got ready for the day ahead, even though you were gonna spend most of it inside.

you quickly made yourself a bagel, and headed back to your room to write. you decided on writing about his bunny teeth first. his cute bunny teeth that would peek out whenever he was sleeping or focused on something. you thought his bunny teeth suited him wonderfully.

you made sure to make the note sound as friendly as possible, you didn’t want to ruin your friendship after all. you kept writing, but it all sounded too sappy. when you finally got it right, you put all the wasted notecards in the bin, and headed to the living room again to watch the last of the episode you missed last night.

on your way to the living room, you passed by minho’s room, but you didn’t expect him to still be asleep. his bunny teeth were on full display, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way his face is still puffy from his sleeping state.

you quickly make your way to the kitchen, cooking breakfast for minho to surprise him.

noticing that he wasn’t awake yet, you left the house as quietly as you could and ran to the local convenience store to buy him some pudding.

once you reenter your house, you see minho walking out of the corridor, indicating that he’s probably just gotten ready for the day. he was surprised to see food on the table, and even more surprised to see 3 cups of pudding in your hands. the second he saw what you were holding, his eyes lit up and he grinned.

“awhhh you did all this for meeee?” he teased. “shut up, this is just for last night” you retorted. you made your way to minho and handed him a pudding cup, storing the remaining two in the fridge to cool.

“thank you, y/n”

you were a little thrown off by the sincerity in his voice, contradicting the teasing voice he had just used. your heart fluttered at the tone, “your welcome” you quickly mumbled.

you watched as he quickly finished his food and headed back to his room. you didn’t really feel like watching your show right now anymore, so you walked back into your room to quickly complete your list.

a week later, you were working on an upcoming assignment, and you jumped a little when you heard your phone ringing. you smiled when you saw the name, “jinnie” written in bold at the top.

“hyunjin! hey, what’s up?”

“hey y/nnie. i was just wondering if you were coming to the party tonight!” you weren’t much of a partier, it wasn’t really your thing. “probably not, why?” hyunjins exaggerated groan made you laugh.

“but you never come to parties! please?” he begged. “no, there’s nothing to do there anyways”

“what do you mean? there’s lots to do! we play so many games and…”

“and…?”

“minho’s gonna be there”

“wait what? minho never goes to parties though?” you were careful not to talk too loudly so minho wouldn’t hear. “yeah, he wanted to see chan since it’s been so long”, hyunjin started giggling at how invested you were now.

“fine, i’ll think about it, but only if minho agrees to drive me.”

“fine with me! hopefully i’ll see you there y/nnie. bye now!” you laughed a little at his excitement. “bye jinnie”

minho was deep in his work during your phone call, trying to think of new lines to implement into his song. all of a sudden, he heard a knock on his door. “come in!”

you make your way into his room stepping over the mess on the floor. you know he always gets like this when he’s working on new songs. “are you going to the party tonight?”

“yeah, you going?”

“yeah, hyunjin somehow convinced me to” you awkwardly chuckle.

“i’m guessing you need a ride?”, you laughed. “well yeah, obviously”, you retorted, rolling your eyes. he chuckled at your actions, “i’d be happy to drive you”

you walk over to him and ruffle his hair playfully “thanks min!” and you trotted out. all he could do was stare at the door as left, still in shock. he started to wonder if you’d play with his hair like that if you two were actually together, but he quickly snapped himself out of it and decided not to pain himself with such thoughts.

a couple hours later, you pick out a nice red dress and do your makeup. you know jisung’s parties are always crazy, hyunjin’s always talking about them. you expect there to be a lot of partying, so you dress nice.

you make your way out just on time, minho’s exiting his room too, but halts his movements when he sees you. he’s never seen you like this before, and suddenly he feels underdressed. he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

you seem to notice this, and your confidence has suddenly boosted. “you can stop staring now”, a smug smile plastered on your face.

minho meets your gaze and suddenly realizes what he’s been doing. “oh what- wait sorry i didnt realize i was-“, you giggled at his stammering.

“dork”

you quickly made your way to the entrance of your home. minho’s ears start to turn the same shade as his crimson cheeks, frozen in the corridor.

“COME ON WE’RE GONNA BE LATE” you yell from the hall.

he rushes to the door and grabs his keys, locking the door behind him and settling in his car. he waits for you to get in, and then you’re off to jisung’s.

the drive wasn’t too far away, but it felt like forever for minho. you were sat there humming a song in peace, but he couldn’t get his mind off of what happened before in the hall.

could you see how much he liked you? did he make you uncomfortable? thoughts like these were running through his mind the entire time, but he was just hoping that he could forget about them at the party.

when you both walked into jisung’s house, you were instantly greeted by changbin, who was sitting on the couch near the front door with hyunjin.

“Y/N! YOU MADE IT” hyunjin yelled out of excitement.

“YAH! keep it down hyunjin” changbin scolded.

you laughed and made your way into the kitchen, where you saw chan greet minho with a smile. you were met with ryujin and yuna, who squealed at the sight of you.

“y/n… finally at a party hm?”, yuna said as she pulled you in for a hug. ryujin chimed in, “that dress is gorgeous by the way”. you smiled, “thank you”. you don’t wear dresses very often, but they make you feel pretty. maybe you should start wearing them more.

the drinks were all set out on the table, you haven’t had any alcohol in a while. minho had already told you beforehand that he wouldn’t be drinking so he could drive you home safe, so you figured you might as well. you took a shot with yeji.

and another.

and then another…

it was too early in the party to get wasted, but to be honest you didn’t really care. it’s been a while since you drank and you wanted to let loose.

“shall we start the games?” asked jisung.

“what types of games?” questioned changbin.

“oh you know… the usual”

you haven’t been to any of ji’s parties, so you weren’t really sure what the usual was. it’s not like you were sober enough to care anyways.

the set of games started with 7 minutes in heaven.

minho’s heart dropped. he was scared. the thought of you kissing one of the guys here made him sick to his stomach.

“y/n’s turn first!”, seungmin slurred.

you slowly went over to the hat to pick a name out.

“chan” you read aloud.

slowly, chan got up and led you to the room. it was dark, but the rules were the rules. you sat down on the bed with chan, a small frown on your face.

he laughed a little at your disappointment, “what’s wrong, were you hoping to pick minho?”

your eyes widened and you stared up to look at him. “how did you-“

“you’re not very good at hiding your feelings you know”, he cuts you off and smiles at you again.

“i’m sorry chan, i know this isn’t how the game is really supposed to be played but i want to save my first kiss for someone special and-“

“FIRST KISS?!” chan screamed.

you smacked a hand over his mouth, “shut up they’ll hear you!” you whispered

“sorry, sorry” he mumbled

minho heard chan through the thin walls of the room. it wasn’t too hard to hear considering the fact that chan practically yelled it. minho’s heart dropped straight to his stomach. did chan just steal your first kiss? were you even thinking straight considering that you were drunk?

questions ran through his mind, and hyunjin noticed minho’s eyes darting around the room. hyunjin holds on to minho’s shoulder, “you okay min?”

“yeah i’m fine, i’m gonna go grab some water”

once minho returns, he sees that you and chan have already left the room.

“have fun you two?” jeongin teased.

“you know we did”, you replied with a wink.

chan started laughing, and the lump growing in minho’s throat started growing bigger.

suddenly, you felt sick. it was probably the alcohol, so you quickly excused yourself to the bathroom.

worried, minho followed you there, only to see you on the ground in front of the toilet. he quickly rushed to you and held your hair so it wouldn’t get wet. you were embarrassed but it’s not like you could really do anything when you’re throwing up buckets.

you had finally calmed down and looked at him. his hands were intertwined with yours, and you made sure to add his touch to the list too. pure worry swirled around in his chocolate eyes.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean-“

“it’s okay. are you feeling better? do you want to leave?”

you really did just want to go home and rest, but didn’t want minho to miss out on the fun.

“do you want to stay?”, you asked hesitantly.

“if you’re feeling sick i’m more than happy to bring you home now y/n.” ‘you’re my top priority’ he wanted to add.

he helped you up and dried your face after you washed it, he preferred you without makeup anyways. it was easier to see your perfect features clearly. he tucked a stray hair sticking to your forehead behind your ear, and walked out of the bathroom with you.

“guys y/n is feeling a little sick so we’ll have to be leaving now. sorry to cut it so short” he quickly announces. he leads you out, listening to the “get well soon!”s and “hope you feel better”s. the drive back home is silent. minho can’t stop thinking about what happened between you and chan today. he didn’t know that you’ve never kissed anyone before. and now that he knows, he wished you had saved it for him.

you arrive home and he walks you back into your room. minho brings you your sweats and a t-shirt, his t-shirt, along with a pair of undergarments straight from the dryer. you reminded yourself to add to the list later. you admired how caring he was towards people, even if he didn’t show it much.

“call me if you need help okay? i’ll be right outside the door. tell me when you’re done changing”

not too long after, you call him back in your room. he smiled at you, the oversized t-shirt hanging off one of your shoulders. he probably thought you’d be too drunk to notice, but you couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like if you were to steal his clothes everyday to wear.

you make your way into the bed, exhausted and tired from what had happened earlier. minho places a glass of water next to you, and sits down on the bed next to you. you didn’t mean to, but you couldn’t stop yourself from cuddling up into the warmth of his body.

he let himself sink down a little in the pillows, so it was more comfortable for you. his heart was beating so fast that he thought you could hear it. he couldn’t control his thoughts, and his mind drifted back to what happened between you and chan.

“was chan really your first kiss?, he asks softly. you suddenly felt a pang in your chest. “no, we just talked. i told him i wanted to save my first kiss for someone special and he kind of freaked”

minho let out a light sigh of relief, and prayed you didn’t hear. he began to rub soothing circles on your back with his thumbs.

you know minho isn’t a very big fan of physical touch, but the gesture didn’t go unnoticed. in fact, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. you felt tears well up in your eyes, no one has really taken the time to care for you like this.

as much as you tried to fight it, light sobs shook your body. you’ve been so overwhelmed with your feelings, you truly just needed a hug. minho felt your body shake, and pulled away in panic.

he slid down further on the bed. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”, he made sure to speak softly. he didn’t want to overwhelm you. you clutched his shirt tightly in your hands, balled into fists.

he was scared. he didn’t know what was wrong, but the least he could do was be there for you. he stayed. he made sure to stay awake till you fell asleep. and soon after, sleep overtook his body as well.

you never talked about that night after that. you woke up in his arms that day, you still remember the way your heart started doing somersaults. he later brought you all the essentials for your hangover, and cooked you some food too. you couldn’t get over the domesticity of it all. you wanted him to be there for the rest of your life. you just couldn’t spit it out already.

you never returned his shirt.

a couple weeks later, you’re writing another card again, this time about his ears. you found it adorable the way they would get red whenever he was flustered.

you hear the door open and check the time. it’s late, almost half past midnight. you open your door to see a disheveled minho staring at you. your heart cracks at the sight.

“sorry, did i wake you? i just got back from dance, i didn’t-“

“no it’s fine, i was up working on… a couple assignments. are you okay?”

minho didn’t answer your question. not because he was ignoring you but just because he didn’t know how to.

you tell him you’d be right back, and run over to the bathroom, leaving him in the hallways confused. while he waits for you, he places down his bag and gets out a comfortable shirt and some sweats.

you run a warm bubble bath for him, making sure it wasn’t uncomfortably hot, and put in a couple bath salts to color the water a soft shade of pink.

you make your way back to minho’s room. “min”, you spoke softly, “i ran you a bubble bath”

his heart twists at your tone, he wasn’t expecting something like this. he wanted to thank you, but he was too exhausted to do so, so he just smiled. he walked over to the bathroom and locked the door. you hoped he’d feel better soon.

it was early september now, and you were writing another one of your notes. you thought minho would really appreciate your gift, you just had a lot of trouble making it sound more platonic.

minho knocked on your door again, handing you a plate with cut up fruit on it. you smiled at him, “thanks min”. and got back to work.

“what’re you working on?”

“oh nothing important, just a present”

he didn’t think anything of it so he left it alone. as he was walking out, he saw your trash bin filled to the brim. “i’ll swap this out”

“oh sorry! i didn’t notice it was that full already. thanks again minho”

now, minho wasn’t trying to snoop. he was honestly just trying to help you. he was taking out the trash when one of the scrapped notecards fell out the bin. he picked it up and read the title. ‘your lips’

he wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but he was curious, and couldn’t stop himself from reading the rest. ‘i love the way your lips sit-‘ and just a bunch of scribbles.

his heart drops. were you writing love letters to someone? he picked up another one. ‘your warmth’ ‘i love the way your warmth makes me feel like im wrapped in a safety blanket-’ and more scribbles

who was making you feel this way? minho decided not to ask about it. he didn’t think you’d appreciate his snooping. he trashed the letters and made his way into his room. he wrapped himself in a blanket, but his room just felt cold.

everything felt cold. minho felt cold. maybe he was too late. maybe he should have confessed to you a year ago. he felt empty. he couldn’t sleep that night.

it was nearing the end of october now, meaning minho’s birthday was coming up. you two have gotten closer over the past couple months, and you couldn’t be more grateful, but recently he seemed off.

when you wake up, you quickly go to the convenience store to grab some flour. even though you already had a gift, you wanted his birthday to be special. he had no plans so you figured why not?

while at the store, you also made sure to pick up some blue food dye for the frosting.

recently, minho couldn’t get seem to get out out his mind. he wondered if you were a secret admirer of someone, or maybe you were seeing them. he hasn’t been as affectionate recently either, he didn’t want to ruin anything for you.

it’s october 24th now, just one more day until his birthday. you prepare your cards, and place them neatly in a decorated blue box. you decided that you’d write the last one at midnight on his birthday along with a small letter.

you leave your room to see minho at the kitchen table, quickly eating lunch before he went out for groceries.

you groaned “oh come on, stay home! it’s your birthday tomorrow for gods sake.” he laughed at your whining “i’ll go, just text me the list.”, you continued.

“nah i need some fresh air anyways. do you want to…”, he trailed off.

“want to what?”

“would you like to come with me?”

you didn’t understand why he was so hesitant, but you nodded and just grabbed your jacket.

you both arrived at the shop and you immediately ran off towards the pastry section. minho had to chase after you so he didn’t lose you.

“do you want the cherry or the peach filled ones?”, you asked him excitedly.

“cherry”

minho couldn’t help but smile at you. he wished he could go grocery shopping with you for the rest of his life, but he couldn’t. he stopped his mind before it could get off track, and decided to focus on his time with you instead.

you two finish grocery shopping, and you made sure to grab an extra two cups of pudding.

it was now nearing the end of the day, only two hours before midnight. you set up your gift, and got your last card ready for writing later.

as the time got closer, you suddenly became nervous. you were worried that minho would be able to see right through you and discover your true feelings.

it’s was only ten minutes before his birthday. once you had finished brainstorming what you would write on his last card, you made your way over to his room at 11:58.

you knocked quietly on the door. “min? can i come in?”. no answer.

you thought he’d fallen asleep, so you opened the door and peered through the crack, not wanting the hallways lights to wake him. to your surprise you see minho at his desk, busy with some work. he hummed along to the tune of the track, his voice low.

he hadn’t heard you come in due to his noise-canceling headset. you checked your phone. october 25. you slowly walked over to his chair where he was sitting and put your hands over his.

he shook a little bit, a little surprised by the sudden touch and he took off his headset. “sorry i didn’t mean to startle you…”, you paused. “happy birthday min”

he teared up a little at the softness in your voice while saying this. he felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips, and soon it became a grin. you were happy to see him smile, and wondered if he’d feel the same way after opening your gift. “thank you y/n”.

you heard a small quiver in his voice, but accounted it for his tiredness.

“go to sleep soon, we have a long day tomorrow”

“oh yeah? what are we doing?”, you giggled. “making you the best cake you’ll ever have”, he smiled at your confidence. he was a great cook, but isn’t all that great at making sweets.

“thank you, y/n. it means a lot that you waited down to the minute”

your eyes widened a little at his sincerity. he only uses this soft voice when you’re sick or dozing off.

“of course min, goodnight”

you walked into your room and you felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. you packed up all the cards and decorated the box with cute little cat drawings.

you decided to head to bed for the night, and set your alarm at the same time as minho’s. you didn’t want to miss a single second with him.

you got ready for the day ahead, meeting minho in the kitchen. you got the cocoa powder out from the pantry. “what do you say we have some chocolate cake for breakfast?”

“hopefully you don’t set the kitchen on fire again”

you thought back to the last time you tried to bake something last time. you got distracted watching tv and couldn’t smell the poor pie burning.

you and minho began to make the batter, some splattering on the counter. while mixing, some of the batter got on your finger, and you couldn’t stop yourself from tasting it. even though it probably isn’t safe to eat raw eggs, a drop can’t hurt right?

you turn to see minho staring at you, laughing. “you just couldn’t resist, huh?”

you turned back to your bowl and continued mixing, and minho couldn’t help but smile. he wondered what it would be like if you could always cook together.

minho began to work on making the frosting, a light chocolate buttercream. you put the cake in the oven and waited for it to finish while minho brought out the cooling rack and placed it on the counter.

you checked the time. 1:47 PM. you didn’t expect this to take so long, and your stomach was grumbling just about every second.

minho laughed at your groaning. “would you like some pudding?”

“no i’m okay, i’ll just wait for the cake”

minho grabbed a spoon from the drawer and picked up some pudding.

“here, you’re hungry”

all you could do was smile. you wanted minho to enjoy his pudding, but if you were going to be honest, you were really hungry.

you finally gave in, the vanilla coating your tongue. you hummed in satisfaction. “thank you minho!”

he couldn’t help but smile at how you sounded like a child. the cake was finally finished after a while, and minho went to go chill the cake while you enjoyed your pudding.

once the cake was fully baked through, you grabbed the piping bag and started icing the cake. you drew pretty chocolate rosettes around the top.

minho admired your skill, surprised that you knew how to pipe perfect rosettes. he continued to let you do your thing, and soon the cake was done.

it was about 2:38 now, and you both were so hungry. you each cut yourself a slice of cake and sat down at the couch.

“oh my gosh this is amazing, genuinely the best chocolate cake i’ve ever had”

after hearing minho’s reaction you were glad you had looked up so many recipes.

“thank you”, you replied, mouth still full.

minho loved seeing how happy you were while you were eating. it’s great to appreciate good food.

not too long after, you both finish your cake and put the rest in the fridge. you both sit back down on the couch to watch a movie. you decided to treat minho to a horror movie, since he loved them.

you were a little skeptical about it, since you get scared easily, but figured you should make an exception today, for him. minho didn’t understand why you were being so incredibly caring, but he didn’t mind it.

you started the movie, and the intro was already unsettling. you started to shift in your seat uncomfortably next to minho. you tried not to move too much since you didn’t want to bother.

the movie started getting more suspenseful. you were practically on edge, trying not to make a noise. all of a sudden you feel something warm under the blanked. you tore your eyes off of the tv to see minho staring at you.

“are you okay? if it’s too scary i can shut it off”

as much as you wanted to be honest, you couldn’t. “no it’s okay, i don’t mind”

minho’s hand never let go of yours during the duration of the rest of the movie. it was heavily comforting, and you didn’t seem to be as scared anymore.

“i can’t believe you did all this for me y/n. i was really just planning on treating myself to some pudding today.”

“well, im not done just yet”

minho was appalled. “there’s more?!”, he exclaimed. “it’s nothing much, just meet me in your room in five, i have to get it ready.”

minho was curious as to what it could possibly be. he made his way back to his room, while you grabbed the decorated blue box and made sure the notecards were sorted in the right order.

you make your way to minho’s room, your heart beating loudly. you suddenly felt incredibly nervous, but it’s not like you could change your mind now.

minho’s eyes drift to the blue box in your hands. “what’s that?”. you sit on the bed next to him and hand him the box.

“open it”

he removed the lid of the box and his jaw dropped. the notecards. he picked one up, the first line had the date and time. ‘your smile’

‘you have such an amazing smile. i love the way your eyes crinkle and how you smile with your whole being. it warms my heart to be able to see it so often’

he was speechless. he could feel the tears pricking at his eyes. he picked up another card. ‘the mole on your nose’, and then another, ‘your lips’, except this time, the description was complete.

you were practically beaming at him as he shuffled through the cards. but you didn’t expect him to look back up at you with tears in his eyes.

i love you so much

your eyes widened.

shit. did he just say that out loud?

“i’m sorry, i didn’t- i didn’t mean to say that out loud”

“you love me…?”, you stared at him in complete shock. you didn’t know what to say.

fuck. he knew there was no turning back now. “of course i love you. how could i not? you do so much for me y/n. you make me feel like i can be myself. your touch feels like im being lit on fire. my heart feels like it’s going to beat out my chest every time i see you. not to mention you’re absolutely gorgeous and-“

before he could say anything else, you crashed your lips into his. you didn’t know where it was going or what you were going to do, but you knew you wanted to save your first for someone special. you wanted to save it for minho. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. the kiss wasn’t really urgent or needy, and instead it was comforting. you loved the feeling of his lips on yours.

you slowly pulled away from him, foreheads touching and breath fanning just under his nose. “you don’t know how long i’ve waited to do that”, your words coming out breathy.

you can’t get over how beautiful minho looks right now. his hair is a mess due to your hands pulling at it. his lips swollen and pink from the kiss you had just shared.

“i love you y/n”

you kiss the small mole on his nose and smile at him.

“i love you more minho”

his entire face lit up at those few words. he let the tears fall freely now, burying his head into your shoulder. “thank you for everything y/n. you’re the best gift i could have ever asked for”

his voice was honest. sincere. soft. you knew he meant it, and you could hear the raw emotion that his words contained. you brought you hand to his face to wipe away a stray tear.

“i can’t wait to experience so many new exciting things with you.”

he looked back up at you and smiled, picking up the box behind him and setting it on his dresser. there was the familiar look in his eyes again, and you were stupid not to notice it before. he pulls you into bed and wraps you in a hug.

“min? what are you-“

“shhh. please, just for a little while”

you smiled at his words, and held him back. you peppered kisses all over his face, listening to his soft whines. you could definitely get used to the feeling of minhos skin on your lips.

slowly, you heard his heavy breathing turn into light snores. you reached over him to turn off the lights, and held him for the rest of the night. you wanted him to sleep peacefully now. he deserved it.

you two would talk about what happened in the morning, but right now this moment was too special to waste.

#lee know #skz #skz x reader #lee know x reader #straykids x reader #skz fluff #skz angst #skz slow burn #lee know scenarios #lee know skz #lee minho #lee know birthday #stray kids imagines #stray kids soft hours #lee know imagines

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raccoonfallsharder · 3 months

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i like to imagine that if one were to give Rocket a sudoku or crosswords puzzle, he can fill them all out at an unbelievable rate. like, you'd introduce him to the concept of sudoku, how each row and each column and each 3×3 grid should have nine distinct and non-repeating numerical digits–

but you haven't finished explaining the rules and Rocket's already filling out the empty boxes with his pencil like ticking off items on a laundry list. not a minute later, it's solved. he then gets confused at your jaw dropping while showing you the filled-out paper puzzle.

"what? you're- you just, fill out the thing with numbers, right? what's so surprising?"

i love this! im sorry i didn’t see this ask sooner but YES. thank you so much for this PERFECT mental image lol. i am actually working on a oneshot that’s not about this EXACTLY but is about rocket’s brain in relation to some of these things lol. the way he sees shit.

sudoku, i think, is easy for him. you explain the rules once and he just looks at the grid and he knows where everything goes. it’s like looking at a bomb or a gun. all the pieces have a home — it only takes one glance with soft eyes to see where each thing fits.

word searches, too. once he knows what a word is supposed to look like, he can take in a box of letters with that same glance and be like — oh, there’s fifteen words. sometimes he finds words that aren’t even intentionally included.

the trick with both these puzzles is that rocket does not get caught up in the sequence of things. he doesn’t go line-by-line or letter-by-letter. he has a more holistic way of understanding things — a big-picture kind of guy. looks at them and says “this is where the thing fits.”

now, crossword puzzles? those i’m less sure of. i think rocket would be the type to be annoyed by “bad clues.” his vocabulistics ain’t always standard, so to speak, and i bet he sometimes makes up words. plus, having to remember how they’re supposed to be spelled? that’s a problem. sometimes the clue will be like “more yellow than blue; a French liqueur” and instead of writing in “chartreuse” rocket is like “greeeeeeen” because why the fuck not, this game is stupid. he finishes in record time but when you look at it, most of the answers are like… only sorta-conceptually-correct? and usually with creative spellings? occasionally he’ll throw in a cluster of letters in kree?

“so i can see you answered this column with crow but you used a character i don’t recognize for the w and it’s overlapping with the g in lasagna. and uhm neither of those are technically right.”

“yeah in shi’ar that letter makes a sound like wuh or guh. little further back in the throat though.”

“uh huh. but this is, uhm, a US-english crossword.”

“so?”

“…good talk.”

now maybe when he’s a little older, and the Star Kids have grown up and have Star Kids of their own, and Old Man Rocket is sitting outside a cantina on Knowhere making origami versions of cosmo for them — maybe in between he pulls out the giant book of puzzles pete sent him for christmas last year. adjusts his reading glasses and strokes a claw over his grizzled whiskers. the kids come up and ask him what he’s working on today and he shows them and teaches them how to do each one.

“this one you can’t repeat any numbers.”

“that seems hard.”

“nah, it’ll be easy for you. you’re almost as much of a genius as me. now, this one you gotta find these words in this graph.”

“okay. i think i like this better. what about that one?”

“ah, i used to hate those ones but now they’re my favorite.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. for these ones, you just make shit up, and you bend all the rules till your answer works.”

#rfh asks #hyperjorts #rocket raccoon headcanons #rfh headcanons #asks are my favorites #rocket raccoon #rfh fluff

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tsukimefuku · 2 months

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Overdue introduction post

She/Her • bi/pan • AuDHD non-monogamous lady • professional tinkerer • this year I’m gonna be unstable unstoppable

If you like anything I write, please leave a comment. I do my best answer each and every one made :)

I don’t usually take requests because I came back to writing in order to let my AuDHD run wild like a toddler with a pair of scissors, completely unbound by earthly restraints. However, I do take suggestions, if you’d like to send one in my Asks.

Pen name and meaning: Tsukime Fuku or Fuku-Chan. I wanted something to resemble the owl I feel like, most of the time (I have terrible sleeping issues). Fukurou (梟) in Japanese means Owl, so I just decided to shorten it in katakana (フク). I wrote Tsukime in kanji (疲明) mixing up the gloomy and tired aspect from “Tsuki” with the bright one from “Me”. I’m a tired, gloomy, somewhat optimistic millenial owl.

My letters from the LGBTQIAP+ community: B for kissing multiple genders and A for demisexual (I can’t spell, sorry). Also, I’ve got a wife.

Where I’m from: A country well known for being God's wild random sandbox experiment 🇧🇷 For that reason, English is not my native language (you can communicate with me in Portuguese, Spanish and English. If by any chance you say something in Italian, please make it three-year-old friendly).

Current fandoms: Jujutsu Kaisen (main) and Hazbin Hotel (secondary).

Former or everlasting fandoms: Death Note, Fullmetal Alchemist, flanaverse, Bojack Horseman, Rurouni Kenshin, Avatar (both The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra — I’m a Korra stan), Sherlock (books, stories, and BBC Series), Steven Universe, House MD, Supernatural, and other things I’ll add as I remember them.

Favorite genres of fiction: murder/mystery (b1tch! grew up reading Sherlock), terror, horror, drama and millennial comedy / dark humor. Currently, I’ve been getting into smutty fiction and rather enjoying it. I also want to write some chick lit stories, so...

Fun(?) facts about me I had enough time to come up with, instead of nervously sweating in the middle of a date thinking about them (this might get updated regularly, but probably won't - most recent will be at the bottom of the list):

Yes, I’m a criminal defense attorney. I love and hate my job multiple times a day.

I have a deranged type of humor (it's because of my inner demons. They have many voices. One of them is Carol)

I am unhinged and shitpost like a hell spawn. That's not a fun fact, it's a warning

I'm controlled by a monkey with a typewriter that lives inside my head. It feeds off of my anxiety during the day, then gives it back to me at night. It's lovely.

My writing process goes about like this: I get an idea. It plagues my every waking moment. If I don't write it, I realistically believe it might consume me into oblivion. So I write. Should I write because it's fun? Sure. Do I write to quench the thirst for dopamine of my inner demons (that have many voices, one of them is Carol)? Absolutely.

I got diagnosed with ADHD in my early 20's, and autism in my late 20's. These were definitely my roaring 20's, and we don't talk about it.

I try to be a kind person when I can. As a lady in her late 20's with some life and trauma experience involving mental illnesses, addiction, grief, and much more, you can always DM me if by any chance you need to talk about anything. I don't bite (much).

I realized I've been chatting with an online acquaintance that lives with a 12+ hour difference. That's how fucked my sleep schedule is — you can't fuck up your sleep schedule if you have none, amiright?

I need a soundtrack for everything I'm doing. It makes talking to people in real life very difficult.

I never know what day of the month it is. It's led me to receive happy birthday's unannounced and feel very confused at the people congratulating me on "my special day". I had done nothing special. It made no sense.

I tend to write very fast. It's the monkey's fault.

My most unpopular opinion: HIMYM ending was the correct choice, and made perfect sense for Ted and Robin.

My favorite quotes in English are the ending to The Great Gatsby (“so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”) and a tidbit from Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest (“Truth is rarely pure and never simple”).

My favorite poem of all time is "Tabacaria" by Fernando Pessoa.

Something you’ll NEVER see me writing in love stories is romanticized jealousy and possessiveness. Everyone has their thing, but that’s really not mine, and I don’t enjoy writing it. When I DO write about jealousy, I like to explore the underlying insecurity and pain behind it.

I’m here to spread the non-monogamy queer agenda.

If you read this through the end, thank you, and I'm slightly concerned for your mental well-being. Come on over and have a cup of tea.

🦉

#intro post #tsukimefuku

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mysteriouslybluepirate · 7 months

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Live Blog/My thoughts scene for scene ish for OFMD S2 Episodes 1-3

FULL SPOILERS FOR S2 EPS 1-3. Including a post credit scene for Episode 3 that includes a teaser for the episodes 4-5 and discussing scenes we haven't seen from the trailer.

My long form stuff usually gets seen by people outside of my circle so before this long post I want to preface with this-

Hi! Izzy is my favorite character. As of right now I have written just under 240k words about this guy and spent most of my time in this fandom in Izzy spaces. If that is a problem for you, this might not be the read.

But I got fed a 5 star meal and already see this season is a love letter to the fans and I am here to appreciate it.

Please be warned. I personally think this season should have a warning on it for how it handles suicide, suicidal ideation, substance use and relationship abuse. I will be going in depth on this but handle it with respect as someone whose lived shit like this.

My first watch was without subtitles and on a big old tv screen. I I decided to miss a few things my first watch, choosing to turn off subtitles, and get surprised by dialogue and delivery(as I tend to read ahead). This watch is to confirm lines, appreciate delivery, and more.

I have not read any meta, and this is blind before I see how all my mutuals freak out!!!!

Lines that fucked me up will be bolded. Just know I want to write an essay about them, and would given the chance. (sorry for spelling errors I watched this twice + stayed up for an extra 10 hours😅)

EPISODE 1:

I liked the recap, but I don’t think it’s enough for casual viewers who watched it maybe once ALSO. That Edit of Izzy’s ‘namby-pamby crying for his boyfriend’ IMMEDIATELY into the Toe Scene got a laugh out of me, because OWW. How had we not thought of that?

I LOVE THE DREAM SCENE. Izzy beating him fair and square, but still losing. The stab in the killing side? THE MELODRAMA. The way this confirms Stede sees Izzy as a ‘big bad’ he needs to defeat to ‘win’ Ed. Him having the most 1 dimensional view of both him, Ed, and Izzy. A view how Stede is still an idiot unable to see nuance in people. Izzy smiling? The way he mutters his last words> God I love Con O’Neill. Let’s watch him maybe die 8 separate times and call it a season.

It also got a good laugh out of me. Did I predict that that it was a dream when the teaser came out? Yeah. Still funny as shit.

‘Can’t be worse than you moaning Ed, Oh Ed’ FUNNY AS SHIT.

I liked the ‘customer service’ montage. Swede, you deserve all the love you get. You are in good hands. I think Stede’s part of this episode was just to lighten the rest of it. Hello to an antagonist of this season, and narrative foil to Stede, Prince Ricky.

I know it doesn’t matter who did Ed’s back tattoo, but the irony of Ed trusting someone enough to get it done is just funny.

(Wedding Scene) I SQUEALED WHEN WE GOT THE RETURN OF ED’S EVIL THEME. Also, calling his crew the devils ‘kids’ is so fucking funny. HELLO CLASSIC ROCK IVE NEVER HEARD OF??? Welcome to the OFMD playlist. I love the montage of ‘Ed is working everyone to death’. Izzy got to threaten an English sailor. I know he’s happy with that.

Yes. The wedding thing was absolutely over the line. RIP Ivan, you will be missed. I can’t wait for Frenchie to break down, and congrats to all the people who wrote Frenchie as emotionally distant, you’ve won!

THE WAY IZZY SOUNDS SO TIRED ‘Yeah. They got cake.’ ALSO. Did I miss the knife throwing scene?? Was that just for the trailer? I think it was in a past edit and they removed it.

‘Can’t do the job? Someone else will’ (Ed to Izzy)- Izzy felt that he mattered to Ed. This one line reframes their entire relationship. This fucks Izzy up. I theorize as the main reason Izzy never did anything was because Ed was his captain. But they were still friends. Close. Trusted partners. But Izzy is still expendable. Even after all this time. He is nothing. Maybe he knows Ed is doing this so he rebels, and kills him, but maybe he doesn't. Izzy cares about loyalty... we'll see.

Yes. The Izzy scene hurts. But after watching Ep 2, this is nothing.

‘It is your job to-to follow my fucking orders’ (Izzy to crew) THIS IS NOT HOW I THOUGHT THIS LINE WOULD BE USED. Because he knows. He knows he’s fucked, and he’s struggling to accept the fact that he’s looking down the loaded barrel. He knows that he can’t make these people listen to him, not any more. He’s alone, and now the one thing he can do(be Ed’s first mate) is about to be stripped from him. Hell, it already is.

Spanish Jackie. I love you. I love you so much. Extort those fuckers. Semi clean water and education is a big deal! Also, this season overall is a HUGE win for my fellow Pete fans. Funny bastard.

I have thoughts about Prince boy, but they can wait until he does something.

Stede’s flaw has always been his naivety, habit of judging once and never really questioning it, and his ego. Prince is able to take advantage of it. I don’t trust him. I think he’s a spy. I also like thinking Spanish Jackie is collecting husbands to certain tasks like it’s Pokémon. Need a bartender? Customer service husband. The books? Math husband. New Swedish husband? Masseuse.

HI IZZY ED SCENE ----

‘Because it’s fuckin’ treasure.’ Izzy. Izzy I fucking love you. God. The way he stiffens up. Knowing them not following orders means he will lose a toe. Fucking god.

This to me confirms that Ed really wants to get Izzy to kill him in in ep 1. He will tear down every good memory they have just to get Izzy to give in. He doesn’t care about their past, he just wants to die. Izzy is a convenient violent punching bag because he can’t leave. He knows fully well that this crew doesn’t listen, and blames Izzy for a fact he can’t change. It’s fucked that he's shoving Izzy into this corner but he doesn't think there will be consequences.

Honestly. I think Izzy knows his partner is at this edge, but he can’t do anything. This is why he gets the guts to talk back. Both here and later in front of the crew(more in a second).

The ‘you know me better than anyone has ever known me’ (Izzy to Ed) line kills me. Because it’s honest. For the rest of these episodes Izzy is so fucking honest It hurts. He can’t lie. Not to himself, not anymore. Not to Edward or the crews. He can't take advantage of any situation, or turn the tables. All he has is his words. He knows this, and yet here he is. Facing this abuse, and trying, because he wants to fix it. But he knows he’s not enough to snap Ed out.

‘I have love for you’ (Izzy to Ed in cabin)Present tense…fucking hell. Izzy tries to pull Ed out by showing his soft center, and we can tell from Ed’s dismissive reaction that he already knows all this. But Ed isn’t talking. Izzy can’t read minds, he wants to help. I know he felt adrenaline spring through him after the confession, and with loose lips, he says just the wrong thing. HI MICROEXPRESSIONS ON CON. FUCKING AHH

‘Hang on Ed- Captain.’ (Izzy to Ed as Ed is marching out to the crew)OW. OUCH. OOF??? IZZY PANICING???? Trying to stop this???

The look on Izzy’s face when Ed holds the gun to himself is not shocked. Hurt, and he immediately closes himself off, like he genuinely thinks Ed would do it. That’s what hurts. Also, I don’t know if hes doing a high pitch voice to imitate Izzy, but that’s my view of it.

‘PACK IT IN' (Screamed by Izzy to Ed) THATS MY MAN!!! Stand up to Ed being shitty! GOD. Frenchie’s little head shake. Trying to warn Izzy, to tell him no :((((. But Izzy doesn’t care. He knows he’s not got too long left, so he might as well chew Ed out, to say the things everyone is thinking but are too scared to say. God, the way Ed teases the answer in front of everyone. -Say his name and I will shoot- sitting right there in his eyes, and Izzy GRINS and he says ‘Stede fuckin’ Bonnet’ and that is finally enough of an excuse for Ed to shoot.

Look at the way Ed nods his head as Izzy says it, not even letting Izzy finish before saying it. He's done. All the other performative versions of violence, of being Blackbeard he does, I see a reason to say 'he's doing this as self hurt' but Idk. It feels like he wanted to, and now he can. So he does. The way everyone reacts hurts me. The way Ed steps over him, the way Ed pushes Frenchie into Izzy’s job.

I know many fans, and myself before the show aired, thought the leg shooting would be too much. In all honesty. This is how I’d want it written. This entire episode has showcased Edward’s grown resentment to his friend mixed with self destructive impulses. Some might view this as being too much, but given episode 2, this is such a big fucking moment I can’t even comprehend it right now.

Do I think Izzy’s love confession pushed Ed to this panic- ESPECIALLY after his last confession ended in Stede running away? Maybe. But I think Ed was mentally in a place where he couldn’t react with anything BUT dread. Thus making the Stede call back even worse. But I don’t know.

That’s one end of the spectrum of how this scene can be interpreted (Ed shooting Izzy’s leg felt unjustified/uncalled for at this point in the story) now lets turn it around (The ‘Izzy deserved it’ fuck heads)

Lets be 100% clear here.

I view Izzy turning the crew to the English was a catylist, BUT not a cause for them getting captured. Stede was wanted for murder, and would have gotten caught eventually. Hell, the fact Blackbeard was on the ship in S1 was a lucky guess that Chauncy was happy to take advantage of, that IZZY HAD TO SIGN THE ACT OF GRACE to get Ed out of.

Can Ed hold Izzy responsible instead of taking accountability for his own actions? Yes. This episode shows that’s basically how he sees it. But we as fans are basically shown 5 different ways to view Izzy as sympathetic here.

Now: Moving back into the episode (after 500 words of that…damn)--------------

Ricky is so dumb…. I don’t know if I love it or not.

I love ‘Susan’ (Zheng Yi Sao) but have some thoughts. I enjoy her, the way she holds herself like Ed did in episode 3, drawing that parallel. That and her Izzy narrative mirror of a first mate. Also, I hope the Swede and Spanish Jackie have a lovely season. I love them so much.

(Yes! I got to inform the family of the history of the Queen of Pirates. I love what I do. )

One of my favorite crew scenes: Jim and Fang failing to correctly remember the story. I LOVE IT. I agree Archie, Jim trying to help Fang feel better is so fucking GOOD. Mixing the legend of the Monkey’s paw and Pinochio while cleaning up Izzy’s blood is so fucking…much.

Hi another song I have never heard of??? (The whistle one, you will be going to the Ed Izzy divorce playlist)

Ed is pulling a Stede. Running away from every problem forgetting they dont exist. The second something tries to change he snaps. It hurts looking at Frenchie clearly trying to balance his family and Edward’s lack of empathy. I fucking love this episode, and think it’s up there for my favorites. This is a trend that will continue.

EPISODE TWO:

Maybe my favorite piece of writing in ages. Can I just say they are Fucking WILD to call the Izzy/Ed episode ‘Red Flags’????? BECAUSE DEAR GOD

I watched the recap. It’s like, 3 scenes of stede, with Izzy geting shot and the final scene of Zheng Yi Sao.

Classical song in opening: Etude No. 1, Op, 25. Going into the writing playlist.

Buttons sleeping with his feet up, maybe to be close to the sea?

Now. I am going to use this moment to discuss a large criticism I have. The cutaways to scenes from S1. Now, do they feel fast, and awkward, yes. Should the writers trust their audience to tie the call back together? Yes. But for a casual audience I think these scenes are VERY necessary if you haven’t watched the show. I think they should be taken out, but I get why they’re there.

‘Run From Me’ by Timber timbre THIS IS A FUCKING ED/IZZY SONG IN THE SHOW?!?!??!. WE DID IT. WE GOT 1! I don’t see any way how you could tie this is Ed/Stede. A song about the fear of hurting others and needing to always push people away. After last episode??? I fucking… I teared up on rewatch, because FUCK. It’s a scene with Ed playing with the dolls, but Izzy’s presence is right THERE.

OMG OMG OMG- A PIRATE SHIP IS USING THE BELLS SYSTEM TO KEEP TRACK OF SHIFTS????? (Kind of? Not really? She just rang a bell. But just give me this).

Wee john & Buttons, I love you. ‘YES QUEEN!’ I CACKLED! I love the mispronouncing ‘China’ gag.

‘I decided to take a chance on you…because’ Because they’re allies. Stede taking ‘soft’ as a compliment gives me life.

LUCIUS!!!!! I FUCKING LOVE THEM!!! THE ‘OH MY GOD’ CALLBACK!!! THE HAPPY CREW SONG RETURNING??

I love that Stede is immediately like-*the vibes are off. What happened to my boy.* as soon as he sees him

Can I also say, I love that when we transition over to the Revenge, we see it from the front, sailing into frame. It’s such a good shot.

I love that Ed is obviously in a manic period, FUCK. WHAT IF HE WAS CRYING OVER KILLING IZZY??? He wouldn't…but other than that, I can’t see specifically what he was crying about.

‘No more booze, no more drugs, and more importantly, no more Izzy’ WHEN I TELL YOU I GASPED WHEN IT WAS REVEALED IZZY WAS KILLED THE FIRST TIME. God. Not by Ed, because Ed would never, but by FRENCHIE. No wonder they had to edit ‘Stede’ over that in the trailer…

‘The new first mate always kills the old first mate’ - Okay, this bugs me. It’s not that the first mate is killed because ‘it’s law’. First mates were usually picked by their captain, but the Captain was democratically chosen. The first mate is loyal to the captain, as that is their job. The reason the first mate was killed when replaced was because the new Captain feared the old first mate could start a mutiny, and use the friendships built against a new person in power-

OH SHIT. DOES THIS MEANS ED KNEW IZZY WOULD MUTINY???? SO HE ORDERED FRENCHIE TO KILL HIM??

HOLY FUCK! :0

EDWARD YOU CONNIVING LITTLE BASTARD!!!!!

Hi secret passage :) To all the authors who also wrote them as tiny little hallways in the walls, rip. How did no one notice an extra room.

IZZY!!!! MY BOI

God, Izzy just knowing he’s fucked, and wanting to die now before Ed finds out is so fucking GOOD. ‘We just had him asleep’ JIM he’s a 50 year old man fading in and out of sleep due to an infection, not a toddler. I love that Izzy is just…so done. He didn’t expect the crew to help him out 🙁

HELLO OTHER SCENE IN THIS EPISODE I DIDN’T EXPECT TO LOVE-

God. I think my problem with Lucius in fanon was that he was always treated like he was above it all. The therapist. The loving partner. The jokester. But he has actual depth and Nathan is a brillian actor.

Hi Buttons being a sea god. I love that I wrote him as being creature adjacent ages ago. Bro can read Chinese AND got a fun magical ability. I can’t wait for that to pay off.

THE OTHER SCENE I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT. Pissed off Ed being so fucking cheery when confronting Frenchy is so unnerving. Ed isn’t dumb. He knows. He knows the moment he caught Frenchie with that box that he was helping keep Izzy alive but he needed it confirmed. Which Frenchie did.

(This is the point where my bro woke up so I rewatched everything with him)

Dear god. CAN WE CLEAN IZZY? Bandage that leg? ANYTHING?

‘But he’s out dick’ (Jim to Archie about Izzy and why they want to keep him alive) FUCK YEAHHHH!!! I love it, but can we not do this in front of a passed out Izzy?

Oh, the way my gut dropped the first time I saw Ed on the stairway of the secret room. Keep that man away from him.

GOD THE WAY I FUCKING GROANED WHEN OLU MOVED THE SHIPS ON THAT MAP. I am so happy the show is portraying how a flagship of a fleet works!!!

Lucius smocking to relieve stress and sooth his anxiety. All that to not think about what's happened. THAT and Pete being the ‘softer’ partner, gives me life.

Izzy/Ed scene in the hidden room.

HI IZZY! ‘Up in leg heaven’(Ed to Izzy) Does this line read like bad fic? Yes. Good think I write fic and think it's fucking hilarious.

I fucking CHERISH this scene-

‘I dreamt you killed me.’ ‘good for you’ (Ed to Izzy, Izzy to Ed)I FUCKING LOVE YOU IZZY- you are so tired of Ed's shit. I would put the entirety of this scene and every micro expression from Izzy if I could. ALSO ‘Eddie????’’ WHY- FUCKING- THAT WAS A FANFIC LINE AND IT'S MAKING ME SAD :0.

We are so getting a flashback next episode, aren't we? Even if we don't I'm so satisfied seeing the past closeness hinted at in these 3 episodes.

‘Clean up your own mess I’ve been doing it my whole life.’ I fucking LOVE HIM!! Even when he's suffering through an infection he won't let Ed walk all over him. Then Ed gives him his gun. LITERALLY TELLING IZZY TO STILL CLEAN UP THE MESS.

‘I loved you…best I could.’ OH FUCK> OH FUCK!!!!! How did I MISS THAT ON MY FIRST RUN? IZZY/ED CONFIRMED???? THE FUCK???? ED ADMITS THAT HE FUCKING LOVED HIM!!! FUCKING KILL ME. ALSO PAST TENSE! That better be because he thinks Izzy is dead and not that he doesn't love him anymore :(((

I loved Stede mentoring Lucius in talking btw.

‘Save the rest for Pete’ (Stede to Lucius) Aw. Stede can’t be the therapist. I also love that Pete got freaked out. It makes me happy.

I love this whole pre-storm scene. The way we can see Ed adjusting the canon into the mast to blow it down. The general storm vibes. The tension. The way it reads like the fuckery scene in ep 4 with the storm. Ed being steps ahead. But instead of Ed doing something clever he's doing something self destructive.

‘Run From Me’ start playing in the background up again when Lucius' line about being broken and learning to cope. LEADING RIGHT INTO THE STORM SCENE- AHHHH.

The way JIM STOPS ARCHIE FROM FIGHTING. Literally replicating their arc from S1.

THE WAY IZZY SHOOTS ED TO PROTECT THE CREW FROM ED LITGHTING THE CANON WICK. THE FUCKING PAN UP REVEALING IZZY IS ALIVE AND *EMPTY*

‘YOU INDESTRUCTIBLE LITTLE FUCKER’ (Ed to Izzy) THESE TWO I SWEAR TO CHRIST!

GET ‘EM FANG! PROTECT IZZY

God I fucking love this episode. So fucking much. The fact Ed/Izzy divorce has multiple suicide attempts built in makes me feel things. I wouldn’t expect anything else.

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EPISODE 3

‘I know, it’s been a day!’ (Zheng Yi Sao to Shadow guy)

I love the scene of her bargaining with the guy and think Zheng Yi Sao is going to build a pirate army to take over the Republic. She’s already taken over China. This is just for pride.

GOD I love the scene of Stede going through the ship. Mainly because it lets us see the hallway, and tells me more of the Ship's anatomy but that's not the point.

I don't know how the Crew survived the storm, but DAMN. I'm so proud of all of them working together. We were all right to write fic like that.

Izzy just casually being devalued by Stede and how he just IMMEDIATELY looks to Frenchie. OW. FUCKING OW. Also the way Izzy said 'Bonnet' at the start of this scene makes me so happy.

I ZONED OUT A BIT- FORGOT TO WRITE

Now we’re at the scene of Stede cleaning up the knives. Leading into Izzy and Stede bitching. I love this scene mirroring the one where Izzy tells Stede to ‘plumb the depths’. Because it’s a moment where Izzy tries to be honest to Stede, but it doesn’t work. I FUCKING LOVE THIS SCENE SO MUCH. Izzy holding his tongue just a bit trying to warn Stede. A person he is actively jealous of. Hell, he even takes accountability for his actions. He even tells Izzy a half truth that they didn’t kill Ed.

IZZY IS FUCKING TRYING. BUT STEDE IS TOO STUBORN!!!! Why does Izzy always need to be the voice of reason, it’s bad for him :( He needs someone to treat him seriously.

I love that Hornigold has all of Ed’s mannerisms from the start. That and all of Hornigolds memories are what Ed remembers about the things he hated about the man (the crab thing)

Is it sad that Ed is excited to live a normal life, but his gut(Hornigold) tells him not to be so naïve? Yeah. But I’m mad at him, so give me a day.

I love Izzy in the jail scene. ALSO WHY IS FRENCHY LEANING THAT CLOSE TO IZZY-HELLO?? Izzy crying, closing his eyes. Not able to keep Ed safe because he still tried SO HARD to keep his body semi stable. They think he’s probably dead, and Izzy still keeps his corpse safe. EVEN AFTER ANYTHING. HE STILL LOVES HIM! :D D:

This is where the Pirate Queen isn’t fun anymore for me. I liked her, but then she threatened Olu if he said no?? I don’t like it! Especially as it seems Olu didn't get the hint.

The escape overall is very fucking sweet. Especially Izzy shushing people. I makes me happy :)- Also Buttons being a good first mate and giving orders as soon as they touch deck.

I’M SORRY- IZZY THNAKING STEDE I saw it the first time, and freaked out, but the second?? DEAR GOD! I fucking love him. Give this man a hug.

Also! I think the Mermaid scene is my 'Ohh Daddy' from S1. It’s a bit.. .much, I like the metaphor a lot. Eh. I don't know. I think they should have blured out Stede's face a bit with water. Reveal it's REALLY Stede when he gets closer. Hide the budget a but more or do a far away shot vs up close. Pretty but just a bit off.

ALSO: IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE Ep 3 POST CREDIT SCENE DO-AS I’M SPOILING IT. As a person who is writing a ‘cured object’ thing for this fandom… watch this undo like, 40k of my own words. Please let Izzy be a bit of a skeptic but he generally follows the vibes cause ‘legends’ ALSO murder lesbians!! ALSO IZZY/STEDE woops, sorry, IZZY & STEDE FRIENDSHIP ARC!!!

SO FINAL THOUGHTS:

Things I didn’t like:

Dislike how we glosses over the discussion of a poly/open relationship for Oluwande and Jim. They both thought eachother were dead, so it doesn’t give me the ick as I bet some will. But the way Jim joked about it still felt wrong.

Glossing over Lucius’ trauma a bit with the puppet joke. I found it a bit in poor taste.

The fact Izzy is on the episode ‘cover’ for episode 3 on Max, revealing he didn’t kill himself in ep2. I forgot about it midway in, but remembered it on rewatch. Like? IDK

The lack of content warnings, I get it, but damn the suicidal ideation stuff +mania episode+ abuse hit hard.

It went by a bit quick, but they wrote themselves in a corner. The slow building dread of Ed being a dick, vs Stede just working at Jackie's to get money. So they started when everything was falling apart. AND they need to get The Queen and the Prince established. Judging by the next few episodes, hopefully it will slow down. I prefer this to skipping those things, obviously. But I was much more interested in Ed’s side of the story than Stede's.

Things I do like/Standouts:

Hi Con O’Neill. Can you start paying rent the way you live in my head? Seriously, every scene Izzy is in he steals it. I assume people are a bit peeved that Izzy is getting more attention than Olu&Frenchie&Jim & whatever other character a person likes. But I really think they sewed it in well. Seriously, it’s heartbreaking, and everything I could have asked for. I Love Every Delivery. I see these episodes as enough to turn people slightly sympathetic if they were haters of Izzy before.

ALSO: IZZY SAVING THE CREW. Putting himself in danger FIRST so he doesn't hurt anyone? Jim immediately seeing this and trusting him in the future. I can’t wait to see friendship bloom between him and the crew. That and Izzy's own self destructive habits get broken down as he learns to respect himself outside of hierarchy and Ed. Yes, even like this I want to fuck that man.

Stede- I enjoy that he seems more comfortable with the crew. Especially Pete and Buttons. I don’t have much to say, but I hope this new Izzy training episode means he’ll learn to trust Izzy. Not too much to say, but that's a good thing! Here soon instead of Ed being the focus of the 'deal with this' stick it will go to Stede 'I'm the captain :(' Bonnet

BUTTONS OH MY GOD- My favorite head canon became canon babes!!! I love it. I’m here for it. He's having a lovely time.

ALSO FRENCHIE!!! Hi babes! I missed you being a clever badass! I'm happy Ed didn't stab you.

Them taking Ed’s issues seriously. We got hints of addiction/abusive behavior last season, but they took that and ran with it. Add that to self destrictive behavior that scales up with every scene. Plus the one line from Lucius about how some people can’t be fixed…good stuff, I like how we're handling mental health. I’m not happy with him, but we have time. Taika clearly had fun. I also see myself in his mania and self-sabotaging behavior (non violent, but still wish washy moods for my part)

That and Izzy/Ed being what it is… I believe that Ed genuinely loves Izzy the only way he can, but it’s not enough. He can’t love Izzy the way he needs. Ed needs to apologize, obviously. I won’t be able to forgive him ‘till then. I don’t think Izzy should until he’s able to pull away from him a bit.

Let's just say I can't wait till next week when we get lesbians and one of my favorite tropes.

(@ing mutuals I know have seen it that I would love to yell with @gydima @born-on-a-beach-teach @treesofgreen BUT do feel free to shout down below!!!)

#izzy hands #edward teach #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 ep 1 #ofmd s2 ep 2 #ofmd s2 ep 3 #our flag means death season 2 #I have a lot of feelings man #I can't wait to see what everyone thinks

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Sorry but I just need to hop on and rant about how TVD handled the historical aspects of the Mikaelsons in the show because yeah it’s a CW show so the bar’s in Hell, but I’m also really fucking annoyed and opinionated about all of this. First off, we have this Old Norse family living in an Old Norse society (probably 800-900s Norway) and we know that widespread Christian conversion didn’t really happen there until at least the late 900s, but moreso the early 1000s AD, but somehow half this family has biblical names. Not only are Esther, Elijah, and Rebecca biblical names that definitely aren’t Old Norse, but a name like Elijah doesn’t even work with the sound profile or either alphabet of the language. As for the others, I’m not that mad about Finn or Kol because, if you just tack an r on the end, those are ON names and the loss of that extra r over time can be explained, but Mikael and Niklaus are newer names that just didn’t exist at the time. If they wanted Mikael’s character to have a relatively modern sounding name so the patronymic would blend in more as a last name in other places, they could’ve just called him Erik and let the kids all be Erikson because at least that’s an actual Old Norse name. Klaus pisses me off the most because ‘Klaus’ by itself is an ON name but Niklaus isn’t so all they had to do was not have those two extra letters and it would’ve been fine.

The other main thing that bothers me is everything about when they get to America and are just casually living with the natives, all speaking English like it’s no big deal. If you don’t want to create a whole pidgin to show linguistic evolution over time in a fucking CW show, that’s fine, but all you had to do was show Esther coming up with a spell that allows them to understand each other and communicate. It would’ve taken 3 seconds to show us a babel fish spell and then it wouldn’t all be bullshit pissing me off. Also, they don’t spend enough time on the early days like that, in my opinion, because I would’ve loved to see the culture clash of Old Norse and the New World werewolves.

The last main thing is the runes.Now, the names carved into stone in the cave are written differently from the ones on the paper for Esther’s linking spell and the ones in stone are a tiny bit more correct. That being said, they’re still woefully wrong because these Old Norse vampires are using Anglo Saxon runes instead of Younger Futhark. If you try to read the runes in Younger Futhark, the only characters that match at all are ᚱ, ᛒ, ᛁ, ᛚ, ᚾ, ᛋ, ᚢ and then the ᛦ is a ‘z’ in YF but a ‘k’ in AS and is used as a ‘k’ in these runes, so, for example, ‘Rebekah’ reads like ‘R_b_z__’ and ‘Niklaus’ reads like ‘Nizl_us’. Elder Futhark doesn’t really work either, plus the timing of its use would be beyond questionable, since the very latest it may have been used is 800. The ᛦ and ᛋ characters don’t exist but we do get the ᛖ and ᛗ, so now ‘Rebekah’ reads like ‘Rebez__’ and ‘Mikael’ reads as either ‘Mi__el’ in stone or ‘Miu_el’ on the paper (a mistake was made so ᚢ was used instead of ᛦ for the ‘k’ in his name, even though that’s also wrong and it should’ve been ᚴ.)

If you realize the horrible decision they made to have their Old Norse characters write in Anglo-Saxon runes and read the names in that alphabet, that’s where there’s mistakes in the paper version and inconsistency between those runes and the ones carved in stone. For example, it’s ‘ᚱᛖᛒᛖᛦᚪᚻ’ in the cave but ‘ᚱᛖᛒᛖᛦᚩᚻ’ on the paper, which probably seems like a small difference but the first would be pronounced like ‘Rebekah’ whereas the second would be ‘Rebekoh’. It’s ‘ᛗᛁᛦᚪᛖᛚ’ in the cave but ‘ᛗᛁᚢᚩᛖᛚ’ on paper, so ‘Mikael’ becomes ‘Miuoel’. ‘ᚾᛁᛦᛚᚪᚢᛋ’ on stone later is written as ‘ᚾᛁᛦᛁᚩᚢᛋ’ — ‘Niklaus’ vs. ‘Nikious’. So not only do they use the wrong names and the wrong runes but then they fuck up the runes they’re using, and it feels like they just didn’t even bother trying to write Elijah’s name like that because there is no j and they couldn’t be bothered to try and figure out how to write that name in any of these writing systems. Fucking hell.

#tvd #the vampire diaries #the originals #the mikaelsons #old norse #old english #runes #norse runes #anglo saxon runes #liguistics

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hi! Approximately how long was OTMA’s hair when they died? I have heard something about them being able to part it but that’s it. Thank you!

Hi!

Off memory, it was about shoulder length. One source describes their hair as being "tumbled and disorderly" the day before their murder, seen by the washerwomen who came to clean the house. However, take that with a pinch of salt because it comes from Helen Rappaport's book, and she did not bother citing her sources :(

They shaved their heads in Spring 1917, so it had just over a year of growth from being completely shaved.

Here's what I could find:

The search of Ipatiev House revealed a number of hair pins (now owned by the Russian History Museum, Jordanville), indicating that the girls' hair was at least long enough to be pinned back, or perhaps pinned up, as this photo of Anastasia at Tobolsk in OTMA's bedroom suggests.

Most of the sources directly relating to their hair come from Tobolsk.

Here is a letter from Alix to Anna Vyrubova dated 15 December 1917:

'...Anastasia, to her despair, is now very fat, as Maria was, round and fat to the waist, with short legs. I do hope she will grow. Olga and Tatiana are both thin, but their hair grows beautifully so that they can go without scarfs...'

Funny story about her short hair from Anastasia sent during the journey to Tobolsk (I think that this was actually an English exercise set by her tutors, I've kept in her original spellings):

17 August 1917

My dear Friend. I will describe to you who [how] we travelled. We started in the morning and when we got in to the train I went to sleap , so did all of us. We were very tierd because we did not sleap the whole night. The first day was hot and very dusty. At the stations we had to shut out window curtanse than nobody should see us. Once in the evening I was looking out we stopped near a little house, but there was no staition so we could look out. A little boy came to my window and asked: "Uncle, please give me, if you have got, a newspaper." I said: "I am not an uncle but an anty and I have no newspaper." At the first moment I could not understand why did he call me "Uncle" but then I remembered that my hear is cut and I and the soldiers laught very much. On the way many funy things hapend, and if I shall have time I shall write to you our travell father on. Good by. Don’t forget me. Many kisses from us all to you my darling.

Your A.

And here are some photos for context...

Olga's hair in 1917, before being shaved off:

Two photos of Tatiana in Tobolsk, one with very noticeably shaved and short hair and one more full (featuring Olga). I would guess that the first photo is from when they just arrived (the sunny weather also gives this away) and the second is towards their end at the Governor's House.

We know that the photo of her with her head shaved is from Tobolsk, rather from 1913 when she had it shaved, as the same little child appears in this photo sat between Olga and Alexei:

Maria's hair in Tobolsk (middle, without hat)

Of course, they mostly wore hats in Tobolsk (it sounds absolutely freezing!!!) so it's hard to tell under their hats and shawls the exact length, especially considering they probably pinned their hair up as soon as it was long enough

But there is this photo, taken after Maria, Nicky, and Alix left for Ekaterinburg:

I'm sorry I couldn't answer more specifically about their hair at Ekaterinburg! I am 99% sure I have read in a book that their hair was shoulder length, I believe it might have been from the account of the Father Ivan Storozhev who gave service to the family shortly before they were killed, however I cannot remember which book... You can read more about Father Storozhev's testimony here and here. A number of Father Storozhev's personal items were auctioned in 2017, including items tied to the Imperial Family. You can view them here.

If I come across the quote I'm thinking of, I will add it here.

Also, unrelated, but there is a very interesting scientific paper you can read here (I think you might need library of uni access unfortunately) that describes how strands of hair found in a portrait of Alexei helped with DNA identification. It's far too scientific for me lol, but interesting at a glance.

This next bit is VERRRRRRY very very unlikely, but the whole family and their entourage had identification photos taken when they arrived in Tobolsk. I would assume that this would include photos of their hair uncovered as it was for ID. However, this are seemingly lost to time. They might turn up one day, but I'm not too hopeful unfortunately. But if they do, it would give us a lot more info, and some good quality close ups of the family.

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Letters to a sailor

-- This is very different from the fics I usually write but I am reading The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society and I loved that format.

Jake is ooc but what else is new, right? This has not been proofread and I am very tired so hopefully it still makes sense, also Y/N has a name in this one because it’s easier for me to write like that, sorry

I hope this doesn’t hinder your enjoyment of the fic though!

Taglist: mavswife @unsurebuttrying @dempy @peaches-1999

EDIT: I have tried to format this but when I post it resets so I am giving up for today and going to bed because it is 2am where I live... --

From Jane Falkworth to Jake Hangman Seresin

Lieutenant Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

700 Avenger Ave,

Lemoore, California

United States

20th of December 2019,

Lieutenant,

I have been matched up with you via one of those websites that allow you to send letters to soldiers. I hope you don’t mind that I am writing this to you, although I assume you don’t if you’re on these lists anyway.

My name is Jane (26) and I am a teaching assistant in an elementary school.

It has been so long since I last wrote anyone a letter and I am very rusty, so I hope you don’t mind that this letter is very short. I promise that my next one will be longer.

You will find enclosed in this letter a chocolate bar, it is my favourite. I thought it would be strange to send you something due to arrive for Christmas without including a treat, so there it is. I hope it hasn’t broken in transit, or that if it has, that you can still enjoy it.

As you can see from my address, I live in Texas. I live in Austin, right in the middle of town and about five minutes from the school I work at. Where are you from?

Cordially,

Jane

PS. How did you get the call sign?

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From Jake Seresin to Jane Falkworth

Jane Falkworth

201 Fairfax Avenue

Austin, Texas

30th of December 2019

Jane,

Hello Jane (26).

My name is Jake (33) and I am a naval pilot.

I actually didn’t know I was on one of those lists, I guess a friend thought I might need the company.

I have to thank you for your letter, it got here right in time for Christmas and I have to say it was a very nice surprise. I especially enjoyed the bar of chocolate you snuck in. I hope it didn’t weigh down the letter too much.

I’m from Texas too!

My family lives on the outskirts of Austin. They write sometimes too but not much, they prefer phone calls or video messages on the computer. My niece writes the most, she’s five and she’s starting to get the hang of making longer sentences. She tells me about her day and she sends me drawings sometimes too. Actually I think her class is doing one of those ‘write-to-a-soldier’ things too.

What do you teach?

Cordially,

Jake

PS. As for the call sign: I am a crummy speller. I miss spelled (missspelled? Miss-spelled?) something in my flight academy essays one too many times, I guess…

I was top of the class in everything except English, and I still make stupid mistakes sometimes. I truly hated that subject and my teacher was a horrible woman with big turtle shell glasses and huge scarves. She looked like Professor Trelawney from Harry Potter, I’m sure you know who that is.

She was a horrible woman and a very strict teacher. I enjoy never having to see her again..

Call signs are never nice but I guess there’s worse. This one is pretty cool if you don’t know the back story.

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From Jane Falkworth to Jake Hangman Seresin

9th of January 2020

Lieutenant Jake (33)

You mock me.

I am glad the letter got to you for Christmas and you enjoyed the chocolate. It did weigh it down a little but hey, it’s Christmas!

Did you do much for the occasion or is it just an ordinary day?

What’s flying like?

I haven’t been on planes much and even then it’s only been commercial. I assume that’s about as similar as American Football is to Rugby?

I teach english. You’ll be delighted to know that I too wear big turtle shell glasses and huge scarves. And I have been told I bear a passing resemblance to Emma Thompson on a very good day. However, I am not at all a strict (or a teacher) so I shall not be offended by your description (maybe a little).

How cute of your niece!

My class is also doing this as a writing exercise, that’s how I got the idea, actually.

I am not from Texas. I moved here from London to be with my fiancé. When the engagement failed I had already gotten this job, so I didn’t move back.

So far I like it, even if I understand almost nothing of what some people say and the temperatures are hotter than I care for.

Sincerely,

Jane

PS. I_ _ _ g _ _ _ _ _ _

PPS. It’s misspelled

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From Jake Seresin to Jane Falkworth

19th of January 2020

Jane,

Christmas was okay. They didn’t do too much but we did get a special meal for Christmas eve (extra dry turkey, cranberry sauce, gravy and overcooked vegetables) and a present. I had hoped my gift would be a promotion but it was a pen instead, yipee.

Flying is hard to describe.

On the one hand it is terrifying and dangerous but it is quickly forgotten when I realise that I can almost touch the clouds.

Flying is freedom. When I’m up in the air I get to feel what so many people have dreamt of feeling, and what two men in North Carolina wanted badly enough that they built a flying death trap in 1903. It is magical.

Also yes, it is very different from commercial flights in that commercial planes don’t usually get shot at and the planes are bigger. Outside of that, flying is flying, isn’t it?

Terribly sorry for my description of Mrs Jones. I must admit we were a horrible bunch of terribly behaved children so she must not have been thrilled to see us in the last hour of every school day. We probably contributed to her bad mood.

Where do you teach?

Sorry to hear about the engagement.

I am glad to hear you like Texas. It can get pretty hot, but it’s December so you should be okay?

How was your Christmas? Did you go back home?

Also where is home?

I have never been to England but I have always wanted to. Maybe I should take leave… I have always wanted to see London and maybe Leicester (I like their soccer team), do you know anywhere else I should visit?

Sincerely,

Jake

PS. I despise you. Is that a capital i or a lowercase L? Is there an E?

PPS. I’m going to ignore your correction. You are mean.

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From Jane Falkworth to Jake Hangman Seresin

29th of January 2020

Jake,

Is Christmas really Christmas without dry turkey?

My mother certainly doesn’t seem to think so. Don’t tell her I said that.

Sorry about the promotion but maybe you could use the pen to write a strongly worded letter to your commander.

You may have crummy spelling (you don’t so far) but you certainly have a way with words. That was terribly poetic.

Do you get shot at often? How many seats are in your aircraft?

Also, in response to your question (“Outside of that, flying is flying, isn’t it?”): I don’t know, you tell me.

Mrs Jones?

The teacher I work with is a Mrs Jones, her name is Elisabeth. If it is her you are talking about then I second everything you have said and I must tell you that no, she is just an unpleasant woman. I’m fairly certain she is stealing my lunches too.

Don’t be sorry, he was a prick. Cheated on me with my best friend at our engagement party and told me about it on my birthday the following year. They are getting married in June. I wish them the best, they deserve each other.

Are you in a relationship?

It is still too hot, I want snow.

I stayed here for Christmas and celebrated with a skype call to my family, a large mug of tea and a Hallmark movie (do you think Hallmark movie directors have Chad Michael Murray on speed dial?) while my cats spent the entire day ignoring me.

Home is in Leicester actually. Don’t go, it’s a uni town and there’s nothing there. Although if our paths ever meet I will take you to see them play. It’s football, not soccer.

London is nice but almost always busy. That being said, you absolutely should visit if you can, it’s worth it. The Lake District is very nice, and maybe travel down to Canterbury.

Sincerely,

Jane

PS. Capital i. There is no E.

PPS. How dare you.

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From Jake Seresin to Jane Falkworth

8th of February 2020

Jane,

I shall write to your mother posthaste, she must know what a terrible daughter you are.

This isn’t Star Trek, I don’t have a commander. I have addressed my strongly worded letter to my Admiral instead. Please look over it and tell me what you think:

“Admiral

Pay me more, I deserve it.

Cordially,

Jake Hangman Seresin.”

I don’t get shot at too often but I wanted to impress you.

I’m on my own in the cockpit, I like it that way.

It’s not too different. The physics is the same, we just have to do everything ourselves and the aircrafts are faster. And, like I previously mentioned, there’s guns.

Elisabeth Jones was my teacher!

Glad to know I was right. Please keep an eye out on my niece, I don’t want her to have as bad a time with Mrs Jones as I did. Her name is Juliette Clark.

Yikes. What a piece of work. Glad to know you’re not too broken-hearted.

No girlfriend for me. My last relationship was with the daughter of a state trooper back in high school. He scared the living daylights out of me and I signed up for the navy soon after. Never really met anyone I wanted to go steady with since then.

Can I be honest? I don’t think I have ever seen snow. Google says it snows on average once every ten years in Texas, so I should have had three snowfalls by now. I don’t know how I missed them all.

Also yes, they definitely have him on speed dial. My sister likes him. Please send a picture of your cat. I need it. I have a dog called Maisie at home, she’s nice enough unless you open the fridge. She will fight you to get to the bacon and she will win.

I will happily accept your offer to see Leicester play. Maybe they might even win. It’s soccer, not football.

Canterbury has been added to the list of places to visit.

What do you think of Birmingham? I have a friend who lives there.

Sorry if this letter is short, we ship out in the morning and I haven’t packed yet. I probably won’t be able to write while I am gone but I will write when I am back. Don’t let that stop you from sending me a letter, they’ll put it in my room when they distribute the mail.

Sincerely,

Jake

PS. Damn. Is there an A?

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From Jane Falkworth to Jake Hangman Seresin

18th of February

Jake,

First of all, good luck!

Second of all, did you have to google the word ‘posthaste’?

Third of all, that letter sounds good. Send it and tell me what he replies.

No need to exaggerate, I am already very impressed. Doesn’t it get lonely up there all by yourself? Do you get scared?

Juliet is an angel of a child and I will protect her at all costs. I am not just saying that because she brought me a pack of my favourite snacks last Tuesday, why do you ask?

In all seriousness, I keep an eye out for all of them. I don’t want them to have a bad time in class. How cute of you to ask, though.

What did that state trooper do to scare you off?

‘Going steady’? Goodness gracious, have we gone back to the 50s?

You’ll meet someone, I’m sure. You sound like an absolute catch in your letters, I can only imagine you’re even more charming in person.

Snow is magnificent. It coats everything in a beautiful white blanket and it makes me want to stare out my window for hours on end. I like it best when it is fresh, though, right after it has fallen and right before people can mess it up with their dirty shoes. I don’t mind seeing some animal footprints, though, they make it more magical.

I like Chad Michael Murray, he is dreamy. Your sister has good taste.

A picture of my cats is enclosed but sadly, I could only find one picture and it included me. Can I have a picture of Maisie?

Don’t be too hopeful about Leicester. I pity your friend who lives in Birmingham.

Where were you shipped off to? Did it go well?

Can you even tell me about it?

Sincerely,

Jane

PS. I_ _ _ g _ _ _ a _ _

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From Jake Seresin to Jane Falkworth

17th of March 2020

Dear Jane,

I did have to google it, sue me.

I sent it, he laughed.

If it’s all the same to you, I would rather forget about flying for a little bit. So, I won’t reply to those questions.

Juliet is so precious. I love her so much.

You sound like a very kind person. I would have liked to have you as my teaching assistant back in the day. Or maybe not, I wouldn’t be talking to anyone now then.

I like our letters. They keep me company. I don’t love books but I reread them often whenever I need something to entertain me. That game of hangman is killing me, I have no idea what it could be, can I have a hint?

I walked in to ask her to prom only to find him cleaning a gun at the kitchen table. He looked me in the eyes with the world’s most evil stare and said “Don’t forget I know how to use one of these, boy. So don’t go hurtin’ my little girl.” I think I ran out the door.

Haha, mock me for my use of ‘going steady’ but admit it, you think it’s sweet.

You flatter me. You’ll find that I am much nicer on paper, I was voted ‘Biggest Jackass’ on base last year. I got a trophy.

I’ve seen snow in movies. It always looks so nice. Kind of like a marshmallow blanket over the world.

Chad Michael Murray is dreamy, I agree. I have been told I look like him, though, so maybe it is just my vanity speaking. I have sent a picture of Maisie and me. I felt it was only fair you knew what I looked like.

Is it appropriate to tell you that I think you look very nice in the picture you sent me? If it isn’t then I won’t tell you. I won’t lie though, I don’t see much Trelawney in you, maybe some Emma Watson.

I have passed on your opinion of Birmingham to my friend, they agree. It has been struck off the travel list.

Sincerely,

Jake

PS. N?

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From Jane Falkworth to Jake Hangman Seresin

27th of March 2020

Dear Jake,

Are you alright?

I am here if you need someone.

I like our letters too. But I am offended by your opinion on books. How can you not love books? I think you simply haven’t found the right one.

My favourite book is Pride and Prejudice, I’m not sure you would like it (It’s a romance) but it got me into reading in my early teens. I was sucked in and now I am very ashamed to say that I am slowly being invaded by paperbacks. I would tidy them but I have never been able to successfully put up an ikea shelf and I don’t know anyone who could help.

You get one hint, either a letter or a definition. You choose.

That is terrifying. I would have run too.

I do think it’s sweet Jake… It annoys me.

Sadly, your attempts at making me dislike you have failed. You are a delight to correspond with and I shall keep on believing so until I meet you and you change my mind. I do think it is hilarious that they sent you a trophy, I would pay to see it.

Maisie is precious and you do look like Chad Michael Murray. Only, you’re buffer and I like you better.

It is entirely appropriate of you to tell me that. I would like you to do so again, in fact. If you’re lucky I might tell you that I think you’re rather handsome yourself.

When are you next in Texas?

We should meet.

Love,

Jane

PS. In _ _ g n _ _ a n _

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From Jake Seresin to Jane Falkworth

20th of March 2020

Dear Jane,

Meet me at the coffee shop on 2000 E 6th Street on 04/05/2020

I will be waiting for you (with Maisie) at 3 PM.

Don’t be late,

Love,

Jake

PS. I’ll take a definition please. T?

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Jane was unreasonably nervous arriving at the coffee shop. She had been there before but only for a quick pickup during her lunch break in order to scout out the place. The interior was modern, with large leather sofas to sit on and the coffee had been decent.

She knew what Jake looked like thanks to his picture and while she had secretly taken out the picture and studied his face multiple times before he replied to her last letter, she was scared she wouldn’t recognise him. Just to be safe, Jane had brought the picture.

It hadn’t been necessary, Jake was taller than everyone by a foot and twice as handsome. He held a small Jack Russel by a lead and was trying to stop it from running straight into traffic.

She walked up to him and gently tapped his shoulder.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me! Hi!” He said with a smile showing a row of colgate white teeth. He looked even more handsome in person, and worst of all, he smelled amazing too.

Jane wasn’t scared to admit that she had developed quite the crush on Jake over the last few months but she was scared to admit how fast her crush was turning into something more. She hadn’t even met the man for a full minute for Christ��s sake.

“You look nice” She said

“Love the accent” He winked “Shall we go inside? I am dying for a cup of coffee”

You followed him in. Clearly, Jake was a regular as Maisie started pulling the lead almost as soon as he had passed the threshold. He tried to herd her into the line to order.

“I swear I had her trained before I left, I don’t know what happened” He chuckled nervously. No matter what, Maisie wouldn’t listen so he gave her to Jane and she gave him her order before following the dog to an empty booth. Jake came back five minutes later with coffees in hand.

She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting from the coffee date (was it even a date? Jake had never said so, but it was implied, no?) but this wasn’t entirely it. The conversation was very pleasant and Jake was funny, but Jane was all too happy to let her feelings take the wheel. Her heart fluttered whenever he winked, she felt butterflies whenever he touched her and her brain seemed entirely incapable to think when, after having accompanied her back to her car, Jake had kissed her on the cheek.

Jane had had to have a serious talk with herself at home to remind her to get a grip. She had met Jake a few months ago, and even though they had been exchanging letters every week since, this was still their very first time meeting in the flesh. There was every possibility that Jake simply wasn’t interested in her, and that if he was, her eagerness would push him away.

So, determined not to freak him out, she let Jake write the first letter after their first meeting. It arrived only two days later, with no postage stamp. The idea that Jake had hand delivered it to her was giving her the jitters.

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From Jake Seresin to Jane Falkworth

06th of April 2020

Dearest Jane,

I am a coward.

There were so many things I wanted to tell you when we met that I was able to completely ignore the one thing that mattered: I think I may be in love with you.

I know, I know, we only really met four months ago, but it turns out that it doesn’t take much more than that for me to fall in love.

When I left on the 19th of February I thought it would be an easy mission. Just something run of the mill. But while we flew our way back to the carrier, we were attacked by two enemy planes. We were getting pelted with bullets and I panicked. I thought I was going to die and the thought of leaving your letter without a reply was more distressing to me than it probably should have been. I think I thought I might have a crush on you then.

And then, when I got your picture in the mail, I thought my heart might burst out of my chest. For the first time in my life, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I was in love.

I am in love, Jane.

You are a kind, gentle, clever and incredibly funny woman. I value the time we spent writing to each other immensely and I would love for us to get to know each other in person. I understand if you want to take it slow or if you’re not interested at all, but I needed to tell you on the off-chance that you feel the same.

I hope to hear from you again

Yours,

Jake

PS. I asked my sister what she thought and she thinks the word is ‘incognizant’. Are we right?

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WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️

This "fanfic" addresses sensitive topics, such as death, infection with a lethal virus, bad language, cannibalism and violence.

If you are sensitive to these topics, please do not read. Or at least read it with a plush toy by your side!

For the rest of the remaining people, have a good read!

If there are any spelling mistakes let me know, English is not my native language.

DAY 10 - “Today my sister went to the market, she was just hoping to buy some fruits like apples, but when she got there, she was almost attacked by a pony. She managed to defend herself, but it was still dangerous. Princess Twilight Sparkle asked us to quarantine, all the ponies are scared, sometimes we hear noises at the doors, but we don't open them, it could be one of them... Anyway, the letters don't go anywhere, many ponies have gotten sick, so no one risks going out. I keep thinking about my special po-”

FUCK! MY SPECIAL PONY! What the fuck am I doing standing here? I.. I need to find him! This is dangerous... But sick ponies can't fly...

I look at my wings, this will be a quick flight, I'm just going to see him and then come back! No one will notice I even leave..

Opening the bedroom windows, he also opens his wings and with a little preparation, flies out the window. Flying over all of Ponyville, the houses had their doors and windows closed, there were some ponies coming out, but there were others that were completely strange.

“Ah, this perfectly recalls what Princess Twilight said, these strange ponies are so clumsy and slow...”

The little pegasus watched those ponies as he flew low, quickly arriving at his beloved's house, but the low flight had its bad points... the smell is strong, it smells like rot.

“OH NO NO NO NO! WHERE ARE YOU LOVE?”

Looking everywhere, putting your ear to the window and listening to the ponies inside. Where is he.. maybe infected? The little pegasus flew away, this time back to his home.

“He’s probably not infected! He is smart, handsome and agile!”

As he questioned in his head, his wings ended up beating faster and faster, but lower, and lower, until he crashed into a pony.

“OH OH OH, SORRY” He looked around but didn't see any pony.

“Hey! I'm right here!” The pony, comically, was underneath him.

They stood up and when they looked at each other.

“SASA! What are you doing here! It's dangerous!" The unicorn said this bitterly, but with a tone of concern.

“By Celestia, be gentle I was looking for you! Since the letters don't arrive..”

Both ponies were worried about each other, but the place and time did not allow for conversation.

“Sasa there's a... Behind you..”

The pegasus flapped its wings and started to fly low, it turned around and looked at that thing, it didn't look like a pony.

That thing made some strange noises, it has the structure of a pony, but it doesn't look like one, it's almost an empty shell of what once was a pony... I wonder how he is still alive and slowly walking towards us.

“SASA GET OUT” A ray of magic is thrown at that infected pony, which scares the pegasus and almost fails to fly.

“We need to get out of here, I think your achievement attracted attention..” They both look at a bunch of infected people walking close to them.

“So they are attracted to sounds... some don't even have ears”

“Don’t just stand there!”

The unicorn murmurs, but then runs away close to some houses, while the pegasus flies right above him. No pony would answer them, everyone is too scared to be kind, so what was left for the two was to hide between the alleys.

“So, I don't want to ruin our escape, but there are already other weird ponies in this alley..."

“FUCK! We’ll have to do this another way!”

The unicorn quickly stopped running and turned towards those ponies, using its horn to make magical rays and hit them. Which was easy, since the infected were very slow, sometimes one or the other was faster, but it still wasn't difficult.

The pegasus to help, ripped a splinter of wood from the roof of one of the houses and threw it at the other infected people who were already in the alley.

“YUCK! HOW DISGUSTING THEY ARE FULL OF WORMS” He kept hitting those things with the wood until it broke.

“We are stuck! Couldn’t we run away?”

“Escape how?? Run where??” The magical rays began to diminish, just as the unicorn's horn began to hurt.

"The roof!" Quickly the pegasus held the unicorn and flapped its wings as hard as possible, but he wouldn't be able to do it alone. “USE YOUR HORN, OR WE WILL DIE!” The unicorn quickly forced its horn to levitate itself, with a lot of effort, both managed to climb onto a roof.

“There's no point staying here. They’re going to try to get up here.” Soon he looks at the pegasus who rips a splinter of wood from the roof and throws it down below. “That'll probably keep them there..”

The two ponies were tired, definitely neither of them imagined that this could happen, maybe the unicorn, Arthur, imagined this, but the pegasus didn't. The two of them just decided to stay on the roof, and maybe jump from roof to roof.

With every minute that passed, they both became more anxious, it's not like they were taking any risks, but they just wanted to be safe at home soon. It wasn't close to night, but it was as if a dense fog was under the sky. A possible side effect of the fact that pegasus stopped clearing the sky over time. Some of them simply refused and others were just scared.

For a while Rainbow Dash was cleaning the sky on her own, but she and her friends were summoned by Celestia to go to Canterlot. Nopony knows what they are doing, some simply assume they have all escaped to somewhere where this infection doesn't exist.

The pegasus, now a little rested, flaps its wings and flies up to the sky, close to the clouds and takes some out of the sky. Then he goes back to the roof where he was with his special pony.

“Now we can know when it’s getting late!” The little pegasus places his wing behind his beloved, and looks at him smiling. “How long are we going to stay here?” The unicorn looks at his beloved, half torn between concern for his love and concern for his family.

“I just hope we stay safe.”

In a place not far away, six brave ponies and two princesses were planning something. They set up armies and strategies, at the same time as they prepared their best doctors. The ponies didn't know it yet, or at least most didn't, but what was coming was terrible. No one would know how this terrible virus started, but there was speculation.

“ A curious unicorn stole a book from the forbidden part of the Canterlot library, in the book there was an unfinished spell, which promised to keep pests away from fruits. But at a terrible price.. ”

“ Wow.. do you think this story could be right Celestia? ”

“ We hope so, this is our only chance Twilight ”

END

of the first chapter

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