#someone mentioned this song recently and i remembered i had this bit of it hehe

[pliablehead]

run the numbers - three river arts fest 2018

#everything everything #run the numbers #a fever dream #someone mentioned this song recently and i remembered i had this bit of it hehe #mike spearman paternity leave era alas #e e

[satoruvt]

for now; forever

pairing → kwon soonyoung x reader

word count → 9015

genre → mostly fluff, angst ↳ tags: ooh boy. firewatch au, banter, like a little bit (a lot) of pining, strangers to friends to… something, FLIRTING, reader’s kinda fucked up but its ok, hoshi’s weird and endearing (as always), a tiny bit of hurt/comfort, minghao best boy, soonyoung is very sweet it makes me want to cry

synopsis → after an unfortunate burnout that lands you in every critic’s negative and all-seeing eye, you decide to take a break from the one thing you know. you’re not sure if you’ll find what you’re looking for out in the middle of the woods - if you’re looking for anything at all - but at the very least, soonyoung will make the hunt a little less lonely.

warnings → there’s eventually a forest fire (starts on day 64 and is mentioned throughout the rest of the fic) that leads to an evacuation but it’s not super detailed, mentions and descriptions of creative burnout/breakdown

a/n → IT’S FINALLY HERE!!! i made a fancy banner nd everything <3 i know 9k isn’t a lot to some people but this is probably the longest one shot i’ve ever written LMAOO so i hope it’s paced ok and everything <33 PLEASE let me know what yall thought about this i am insanely proud of it. ok thats it hehe. hope you enjoy!!! see u on the other side!!!!

btw here’s a fun playlist of songs i listened to while writing mixed with some songs i think reflect the fic super well <33

DAY ONE.

So. You’re… out here, now.

Save for the bugs you have to swat at every fifteen seconds, the outdoors doesn’t seem that bad. The weather isn’t too hot (yet, your mind reminds you) and there’s something about the color of the sky that makes your heart constrict in your chest. You can’t tell if it’s good or bad, but given your luck recently, you’re hoping it’s not a warning for the coming months - God knows you need a break. The weight of the journal in your bag feels heavier than any of the camping gear you brought with you.

You debate texting Minghao that you’ve made it to the park safely, but when you check your phone after deciding yes, you see the words no service instead of the familiar lines of a signal. It’s not that big of a deal - you’d told him when you left that you probably wouldn’t have service at all - but a little part of you feels the tender shake of anxiety at the thought of not being able to contact your best friend. 

He was the most worried out of everyone when you told him you were leaving for the summer. You can’t really blame him - it was abrupt, you saw the flyer at the grocery store and took it - but after what happened… doing something felt, feels, better than sitting around and waiting for nothing to happen. Waiting for a healing you aren’t sure will ever come, at least not completely.

“Is this really…” Minghao had started upon first entering your apartment after getting your text. Clothes were thrown all over your bedroom floor in an attempt to pack. “Do you need to do this?”

The tone of his voice told you he wasn’t going to try to stop you, that he just wanted to make sure this was what you needed. You had only nodded, sitting down on the edge of your bed to fold clothes and pack them into your suitcase.

“I just don’t want you to run away from it all,” Minghao said softly, sitting next to you. “You’ll need to face it eventually.”

“Is escaping really such a bad thing?” You asked, looking at Minghao. He gave you the look he did when you said something stupid, and if you weren’t still so wired from everything, you might have laughed. Instead, you sighed, placing a pair of pants into your suitcase. “I just need some time.”

Before you can face it, before you can come back, before you can write again… you still don’t know. Minghao had placed a kind hand on your shoulder to tell you there was no rush.

It’d taken no more than two days for you to get everything ready - including buying some apparently necessary survival equipment from Target. In a matter of a few hours you had gathered everything up, texted some other friends and your family that you might not be available the next few months and then… you left. 

(Your manager was pretty pissed off that you left so suddenly, but she was also pissed off at you when you told her you needed a break for at least a few weeks, so you’re not really offended.)

You take one last longing look at your car before locking it, pocketing the keys, and starting on your hike.

The hike takes almost the whole day. 

You think you almost cry when you finally see the watch tower you’re supposed to be staying in, your legs barely able to hold the rest of your body up. The hike wasn’t hard, really - long, though, and for someone who usually spends a work day sitting at a desk, you’re surprised you’re still alive. You find the little lock that holds the keys to the tower at the bottom of the stairs, fastened onto the railing. It takes a few seconds for you to enter the code you’d been given earlier, relishing in the soft breeze the cools the sweat on your face and neck. The sun is just barely starting to set beyond the mountains, a beautiful sight that you can’t properly focus on because all you want to do is pass out. You’re pretty sure you almost do on your way up the stairs.

The cabin at the top of the tower is pretty scarcely furnished, save for a few basic necessities (a gas stove rests on one wall, a small desk opposite to it by the door, a mini-fridge, and a bed in the corner plus what looks like a map table in the center of the room). It’s a little weird, a feeling caught between the nostalgia of moving into a new place and something you can’t quite name, but you figure you have a few months to make it all a little more comfortable.

For now, though, you feel like you’re on the last leg of your energy. Your mind is saying eat, sleep, eat, sleep on repeat and you have to agree with it, so you change the sheets on the bed, take down the boards over the windows while you wait for the macaroni from the Kraft box to cook. You end up eating a few forkfuls of poorly-made mac and cheese before crashing.

When you wake up, it’s to gentle static and a semi-clear, unfamiliar voice. It takes you a minute to remember where you are and what you’re doing, too disoriented to even think about the voice, but then - oh. Forest. Watch tower. Escape. Okay.

“Yo, Cottonwood! Am I coming through okay? Pick up your radio!”

Right. The voice. Radio?

“Come on, I saw you get in yesterday, I know you’re there. Unless,” a gasp, “you died! Oh my God, this is like a horror movie… and I’m next!”

You manage to wake up enough to locate your radio (a walkie-talkie resting on a charger on the desk) and, after a few seconds of gentle struggle, work it. “Not dead,” you say, then clear your throat because your voice does not sound good right after waking up. “I mean… almost. But not dead.”

There’s barely a moment of hesitation before the person on the other end hoots, apparently excited. “Arisen from the dead! Brought back to life by none other than the legendary Hoshi!”

A brief thought crosses your mind about having to listen to this guy all summer, but you quickly shoo it away. You won’t have to deal with it for the whole three months, right? “Who… who is Hoshi?”

“Me!” The voice answers, sounding a little too smug. “But it’s really just an alias. You can call me Soonyoung. I’m at Twin Peaks tower, west of yours!”

You spin around your cabin, looking through the windows cluelessly - how long have you been asleep, it’s practically afternoon - until you see a very small silhouette of another tower in the distance. You nod, then realize Soonyoung can’t see you. “Oh. Cool.”

“Aren’t you gonna tell me your name?” Soonyoung asks, but his tone is light, breezy. You blink, reciting your name to him in a daze. “Pretty! So, what brings you out here?”

You weren’t expecting that question. “What?”

Soonyoung giggles into the radio. “Everyone comes out here for some reason. Like… Jihoon says it’s ‘cause it helps him write music. And Joshua loves the outdoors, so… what’s your reason?”

“You…” you start, not exactly wanting to tell a stranger the reason you ran away from everything you know. “Do you normally ask this many questions?”

“Yeah!”

You feel yourself sigh, already tired again.

“I… just wanted to get away for a while,” you end up saying. A half-truth. “I live in the city.”

“No way,” Soonyoung gasps excitedly. “Me too! I wonder if both of us have ever been walking and, like, passed each other without knowing…”

This isn’t exactly what you had in mind when you thought of escaping.

DAY TWO.

The next morning, you dedicate time to getting a little more settled into your home for the next few months. You didn’t bring a lot of decor - you didn’t think you needed any - but even seeing your blanket on the bed and a few books you need to catch up on reading stacked on the desk makes the place feel a little bit more like you. You eventually reach the journal you packed (that Minghao made you pack) and stare at it like it might do something. Like it might tell you to write again, or like it might tell you to leave everything behind. You don’t really know what you want from it.

A sing-songed version of your name comes from your radio and you blink away from the journal, set it down on the desk. “Good morning!” Soonyoung says from the other end, and you feel yourself take a deep breath as you pick up your radio and press down the button so he can hear you.

“Morning, Soonyoung,” you respond, calm compared to his excitement. 

“So… what are your plans for today?”

“Um,” you pause, brows furrowed, looking towards the direction of his tower even though you know he can’t see you. “Looking out for fires?”

“That’s boring,” is Soonyoung’s immediate response, and you laugh a little.

“Kinda my job for a while.”

And listen, you’ve known Soonyoung for less than a full 24 hours, but even before your brain really comprehends what he’s saying you know you’re not going to like it. “Wait, that reminds me,” he says, tone of his voice a little less overexcited puppy. “What did you do before this? Or, like, what’s your career? I mean, you don’t have to answer, I just thought it could be a way for us to get to know each other…”

His voice fades away for the split second you remember a little too much all at once, but somehow your voice still sounds put together when you speak. “Nothing special,” you say. There’s a pause when you don’t elaborate any further, but instead of asking about it, Soonyoung changes the subject.

“Okay!” he says, back to a more playful tone. “Anyways, I asked about your plans ‘cause I kind of need you to do something for me.”

“Already asking favors?” you tease. “We just met, Soonyoung.”

You hear him laugh, loud and hearty, and it’s contagious even through a radio line so you feel your own smile pull at your lips. “One of the other lookouts found some teenagers with fireworks,” he informs you. “I need you to meet him and get the fireworks from him.”

Your feet are already in your shoes, one halfway tied. “You can’t do this?”

Soonyoung’s voice is strangely thoughtful, but you catch a hint of mischief at the end of his sentence. “I would, but Jihoonie said he’d eat me if I tried to see him again and I think he’s serious this time.”

He tells you where the other lookout - Jihoon - should be and gives you a quick lesson on how to properly use your map to get there. You’re not really excited for another hike this early on (you’re still sore from even getting up here) but by the time you meet the halfway mark you’re convinced it’s not that bad. It’s neither long nor challenging, and… well, Soonyoung’s insistent on keeping you company the whole time. 

When you see what looks like a guy at the edge of a now-abandoned camp, you tell Soonyoung you’ll radio him when you’re on your way back to your tower. “Hey,” you call out as you get closer. The man looks up at you, his eyes sharp but not unkind. “Jihoon?”

“Yeah,” he replies. Under his cap you notice that his hair is a gentle silver, almost purple. He’s dressed casually, like you, and you suppose it’s a given since there’s no exact dress code for this job.  “You’re the newbie?”

You didn’t know people knew about you. “I.. I guess,” you say, then tell him your name.

“Cool,” Jihoon says, voice flat like he’s distracted. He picks up the bag next to his feet and hands it to you. “Take these. Thanks.”

He starts to walk away, down a trail opposite the direction you came, but you think of earlier, when Soonyoung asked about your job (or when he didn’t). You call after Jihoon, hesitate, but then opt to make this quick since he looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here. “Have you and Soonyoung… known each other for long?”

Jihoon turns around. He shrugs, then nods. “We met in college, a few years ago.”

“What kind of person is he?”

You watch in vague amusement as Jihoon’s nose scrunches up, but the small smile on his face refuses to hide and it makes you giggle. “Really annyoing,” he tells you, then pauses for a second like he’s looking for the right words, “kind of overwhelming sometimes. But he’s good. He’s someone you want around.”

Someone you want around, your brain repeats to you. You nod with a friendly smile as you haphazardly stuff the fireworks in your hiking bag. “Okay. Thank you.”

Jihoon offers an acknowledging nod of his own before continuing on his way back to his tower. You’re about five minutes into your hike back to yours when your radio sounds from your pocket with a now-familiar voice.

“Are you on your way back?” Soonyoung asks. “You forgot to tell me!”

“Sorry, yeah, I am now. I was talkin’ to Jihoon for a second.”

“Really? That’s weird. He rarely talks to anyone, especially strangers. What’d you talk about?”

You can’t help the small smile that lands on your face as you speak. “Stuff to blackmail you with.”

You think you hear Soonyoung’s groan all the way from his tower, and your smile only grows when it turns into a laugh.

DAY FIVE.

The clouds look dark today.

They haven’t covered the sun completely yet, but they’re closing in fast. You hope that it rains, already sick and tired of the disgusting heat, but also. Something else.

Rainy days always used to be the best to write, your brain supplies to you. You brave a glance at the still-unopened journal on the desk, thinking that maybe…

Your radio turning on drags you away from the crack in metaphorical door, coming at the perfect time as if to tell you that you’re not ready yet. You listen to it, grab the radio, murmur a greeting to Soonyoung.

“It’s getting pretty dark out, huh?” He says. He must be looking at the sky, too.

“Yeah,” you hum. “Hopefully the storm isn’t too bad.”

The line goes quiet, but you know that Soonyoung’s still there even if he isn’t saying anything. The knowledge comforts you, just a little.

“Well... got any rainy day stories?”

DAY SEVENTEEN.

“So, Soonyoung,” you call into your radio as you step outside. You’ve taken advantage of the small balcony around the entire cabin, setting up a few chairs you found in the storage unit at the bottom of the tower (just in case someone stops by, you tell yourself) and a small table you weren’t using inside. The nights are hot but still relaxing, and you find yourself sitting outside often, catching up on reading or taking in the stars. 

“I can’t believe you radioed me first,” Soonyoung responds, and you hear the smugness in his voice. “I’m so happy!”

Soonyoung somehow almost always manages to be with you in the nights, too, even if not physically. Being away from the urban civilization you’re used to has been a little difficult to adjust to, but you feel significantly less alone whenever you hear him calling you. You tell him to be quiet even though both of you are laughing. The distant crickets make your chest warm.

“What do you do? You didn’t tell me before,” You ask him after a second. There’s a small wave of anxiety that rushes over you at the idea that he might call you out about when he asked you the same thing. That was two weeks ago, though, you think, and Soonyoung wouldn’t. You’re sure he’s been able to tell that it’s a touchy subject. You’re not as discreet as you think you are, even if (and you’ve learned this the past few weeks) Soonyoung’s a bit more on the oblivious side sometimes.

“I dance!” 

Somehow, despite having not even seen what he looks like, it’s fitting. “Like… teach, or choreograph, or…”

“A little of everything,” Soonyoung tells you, and then starts elaborating. His voice echoes through your radio and you look up at the stars as you listen to him, trying to map out constellations from memory. He sounds so excited to simply talk about it, you can’t imagine what he must look like when he’s actually on stage. You hope you get to see it one day.

“You’ll have to teach me something sometime,” you say once he’s finished, voicing your thoughts. With a giggle that sounds like the stars above you, he tells you he’d love to.

A moment of quiet passes, spent focusing on the tiny specks of fireflies you see in the field around your tower and feeling the summer breeze as it passes. The words slip out of your mouth with much less resistance than you thought they would.

“I used to write,” you murmur into your radio. It takes you a moment to register the heavy beat of your heart, like you just got back from a run.

“Used to?” Soonyoung asks, curious but soft.

“For now,” you answer. The ache you’ve become familiar with throbs in your chest. “Hopefully not forever.”

It’s not the whole story - not even close - but you figure you might be able to tell him with time. The thought stresses you out even when you have nothing to stress about, and you think Soonyoung is psychic because he says, next, “the stars are really pretty tonight.”

You’re not looking at the sky when you answer. Your head is tilted in the direction of his tower. 

“They really are,” you say.

DAY THIRTY-THREE.

You’ve fallen into a bit of a routine with Soonyoung. 

Not a day goes by where you don’t talk to him - the one day you radioed and he didn’t pick up you genuinely thought something happened to him, seconds away from calling a park ranger. Right before you actually did it, though, he picked up his radio and said he had been taking a nap.

(His voice was a little groggy from sleep, sounded like he was pouting whether he meant to or not and you’d be lying if you said the thought didn’t make your heart skip a few beats - but if anyone asked, you’d definitely lie about it.)

One of you calls the other around the same time every morning and you don’t put down your radio until the sun is well behind the mountains. You’ve grown used to his presence, in a way, even if you can’t really feel him with you (though sometimes you swear you can). It’s comforting to have him out there with you, and it’s been so long since you’ve talked to someone the way you do with Soonyoung… you find yourself looking forward to every morning, waiting for when you hear him over your radio.

Today is no different.

Well, in an unrelated way, it is - you have to hike to a supply box to get your surplus of food for the next month and a half you have left. But even as you’re doing inventory of what you have left in your cabin on a piece of paper, you’re waiting for Soonyoung’s usual good morning. It comes as always, makes you smile when you hear it.

“Good morning!” 

You leave your scratch paper on your desk and reach for your radio. “Morning,” you say after you’ve pressed the button down. 

“So…” Soonyoung trails off. “Supply drop day.”

“Yeah,” you reply, sitting on your bed.

“Both of us are getting crates of food today…”

What is he getting at? “Uh-huh…?”

“Both of us… getting supplies… from the same place.”

A confused laugh leaves your lips. “Soonyoung, what is your point?”

Even for as often as you talk to him, you’re still always surprised when he starts yelling. “Let’s meet up!” he exclaims, obviously excited, and it clicks in your head.

“Oh my God, can we do that?” 

“Yeah!” Soonyoung sounds like he’s grinning, smile palpable in his voice. “If we pull some strings with the other lookouts and get hiking at the right time, it’s totally possible.”

Holy shit. Your heart is beating wildly, butterflies swarming around it at the thought of meeting Soonyoung in person. “Okay,” you tell him, noting that you sound a little breathless. “Okay, yeah, let’s do it.”

It takes a few minutes to work everything out - the supply boxes should be dropped off by midday, so you can leave your tower around then and get to the drop location in a little over an hour. Soonyoung has to leave earlier than you since he’s farther away, but if everything goes well the two of you should get to the drop location close to the same time, margin of error small. You radio Jihoon to cover for you while you’re out, and he agrees, although he sounds a bit miffed.

When you finally leave for your hike, you’re not expecting how quiet it is. Soonyoung’s usually there to cover it up with his voice - you don’t hike often (you’ve not had to, given your job for the summer is to watch for fires) but whenever you have he’s been there to keep you company. You plug in your earphones about halfway through your trip just to drown out the quiet, something more to listen to than just trees and the sound of your own footsteps.

Eventually you make it to the supply box, and, well. There’s a guy. Standing in front of a long, green box - you think you see lookout tower names engraved ever few inches: Thorofare, Cottonwood, Twin Peaks. Packing some ready-to-eat meals into his backpack.

Holy shit, Soonyoung? your brain automatically asks, and it sends your heart spiraling up and down. You’re not sure what you thought he looked like, but it wasn’t this. Tall, lean - wait, you don’t even know if this is actually him yet.

Before you can think too much about it, you call out, voice tentative. “Are you… Soonyoung?”

The man turns around, shakes his head with a kind smile. “No,” he says. “I’m Joshua.”

You think about throwing yourself into the river by your tower when you get back for absolutely no reason. Somehow you manage a polite smile and a gentle sorry.

“No, don’t apologize, you’re fine!” Joshua chirps, adjusting the cap on his head. “You’re looking for him?”

You pause. Those aren’t the exact words you would use, but they’re not technically wrong, so you nod. After all, you don’t know what he looks like (you probably should have asked him before both of you left, but you weren’t expecting another person to be here).

“Please don’t tell me he got lost again,” Joshua says, suddenly looking tired, and you look back at him wide-eyed because... again? Has this happened before?

“No,” you tell him. “No, I mean, I don’t think so. I don’t know. Since we both have to pick up supplies he thought it’d be cool if we met up in person.”

Joshua sighs, seemingly relieved, then continues packing what’s left of his supplies into his backpack as he hums. “That’s weird.”

“What is?”

He shrugs. “Soonyoung likes the outdoors, yeah, but the supply box is a pretty far hike from his tower. I think the last few summers he’s had them delivered.”

Oh, you think, and maybe say out loud, because then Joshua’s looking back at you, a mischievous smile on his face. 

“He must really like you to come all the way out here,” he tells you, and you laugh like it might get rid of all the thoughts popping up in your mind that you keep telling yourself to stop thinking about.

“And yet,” you say wistfully, looking towards the horizon. “I still come second to Jihoon.”

This time Joshua laughs, a friendly sound, and the two of you fall into a playful conversation. He’s somewhat a superior of yours, though not by a far gap - as the lookout who’s been on the job the longest, he oversees the rest of you (which is you, Soonyoung, Jihoon, and a few others you have yet to come across). You get along with him easily and it’s weird to think that if you hadn’t gone through what you did a few months ago you wouldn’t be here talking to him, establishing what could be a new friendship. You wonder if that’s a new step towards healing, finding a way to be grateful even if it was horrible.

You talk to Joshua for a while until he says he should get back to his tower. You nod, tell him goodbye (and thanks for his company) and he starts to walk away -

“Shua!”

A burst of platinum blonde hair rushes past you from the opposite direction you came from, heading for Joshua. The new guy drops a bag at his feet and almost softly crashes into Joshua, who has this look on his face you can’t really decipher.

“Hey, Soonyoung,” he says, and you blink.

Soonyoung, like… your Soonyoung? The Soonyoung you’ve been talking to for weeks?

You watch as the two hug, Soonyoung excited to see Joshua and completely ignoring you (though you’re not sure he’s doing it intentionally). All you can do is stand there. This is him, your brain keeps telling you. This is the guy.

“I haven’t seen you in forever!” Soonyoung exclaims, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly. “How are you? How have things been?”

Joshua shrugs, a small smile on his face as he puts a gentle hand on Soonyoung’s head and starts… petting. “I’ve been good, same old deal. I know that you’ve been doing good too, though, as far as I’ve seen from your reports.”

Soonyoung beams at the praise and you take note of it in the back of your mind (you also note the way Joshua’s treating him like a toddler and how it’s working). He opens his mouth to say something else but looks around and meets your eyes - for a second there’s nothing at all, but then you think you see an exclamation mark actually pop above his head.

The yell of your name is so loud it makes you jump. “Oh my God,” Soonyoung whines, falling to his knees dramatically. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you!”

“This is the first time you’ve seen me,” you say. You can’t seem to hold back your smile.

Joshua excuses himself (again) and finally moves on his way, says he’s in Thorofare lookout if anything happens. The sun is mellow on your skin as you look at Soonyoung, take him in - light hair, warm eyes, tan skin. His smile matches your own. A breeze shifts by, slow and sweet.

“Hi,” you say.

Soonyoung grins.

“Hey.”

-

So the bag you saw Soonyoung drop on the ground before was, in fact, for a picnic.

He didn’t bring a lot of food (the whole point of the hike was to get supply boxes anyways) aside from a few candy bars he’d saved for today. He did bring a blanket, however, and the two of you set everything up on the edge of a rock not too far away from the drop location, under some trees. It looks over a small ravine, a stream cutting through at the bottom. 

The time goes by like it was never there in the first place, spent talking and laughing. Soonyoung is just as animated in person as you thought he’d be, telling stories wildly as the two of you snack away a portion of your supplies. You know the two of you don’t have much time together, given how late it already was when Soonyoung arrived and both of your hikes back to your respective towers, but it’s still… refreshing, almost, to be with him like this, to finally get a piece of him you didn’t before. To hear him without the crackle of the radio and to see him.

To see him.

Something stirs in your chest when you look at him lying back on the blanket, arms supporting his head with his eyes closed. The sun lights up his skin in a golden glow, like honey, and the dark roots growing into his blonde hair are somehow endearing. The breath leaves your lungs when you finally label him as pretty. You hope you can blame the heat in your cheeks on the sun.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” Soonyoung sighs, still not opening his eyes. You almost reach out to brush the hair away from his face, but a breeze comes by and does it for you. You hope it’s not a sign.

“It would be nice, huh,” you murmur in response. You finally break your gaze from Soonyoung and lean back on your hands, soaking up the feeling of the blue sky.

It’s now that you remember what Joshua had said earlier about Soonyoung usually getting his supplies delivered, and you turn back to him. “Hey, before you got to the supply box, Joshua and I were talking.” Soonyoung hums in acknowledgement. “Is the hike from your tower to here really that bad?”

His voice strains as he stretches, opening his eyes to look at you. “I mean, yeah, it’s a bitch of a hike to take sometimes. But it’s not really hard except for a few spots, just long.”

You furrow your brows. When you agreed to meet him, you didn’t think it’d be this much trouble for him. “And you came all this way so we could… what, sit here and eat? Like we do most of the time anyways? Just separately?”

Soonyoung pouts at you and you feel personally attacked. “Food tastes good when you’re with other people.”

You give him a soft, semi-playful glare, and Soonyoung offers a small giggle. You turn back towards the view in front of you.

“Did you not want me to come down?” He asks, and he doesn’t sound… sad, really, more observant. Like he wants to know where you’re at.

“No,” you answer almost immediately (Jesus, your brain says). “I just… it’s a long trip. It doesn’t really seem like it’s worth the effort.”

Like I’m worth the effort, you think to yourself. 

You hear Soonyoung shuffle behind you and turn around to look at him again, finding him sitting up straight. “It is to me,” he tells you, and there’s something in his eyes that holds you in your spot. The tips of his fingers brush against yours on the blanket. You’d look down if you didn’t think you’d miss something. “I wanted to.”

In a second, it clicks.

-

It’s not much longer until Soonyoung needs to start heading back. The two of you get your things together, and you help him pack up the picnic supplies he brought. When everything’s said and done and the two of you are back by the supply box, there’s a second of uncharacteristic quiet that falls over you.

“Let me know when you get back,” you say after a moment. Soonyoung grins.

“You’re worried about me!” he swoons, and you hit him on the shoulder playfully, but don’t deny it. It can be dangerous out there, and even if Soonyoung has been out here longer than you, anything can happen. 

“Just radio me, okay?”

Soonyoung smiles, something a little softer from before. He nods. “I will. You be safe too.”

You nod in return, taking a few steps back towards the trail that leads back to your tower. “Talk to you later, Hoshi.”

The last you see of him before you turn around is the grin on his face.

DAY THIRTY-FOUR.

It feels like forever since you’ve been here.

A window is open and welcomes a distant ambiance of the forest around you, trees and birds and animals. The journal you brought with you is open to the first page, but remains untouched - nothing on the pages. At least, not yet.

(The not yet you always tell yourself seems closer, this time, not so far away. Within reach, or at least within reason.)

Soonyoung had called in that the hike from yesterday had worn him out and he needed a nap. You had laughed fondly at how tired he sounded, told him to sleep well and that you’d be waiting for him. And you feel the words, right at your fingertips, the way the rest and wait to be written. Their presence is both terrifying and reassuring. 

You don’t think they’ll be able to bleed out correctly, not the way they used to since it’s been so long. But they’re there, in your mind, in your heart. 

You pick up the pen you got out, feel the weight of it as you click it a few times. You tap it on the desk once, twice, and then.

You take a deep breath and start to write.

DAY SIXTY-FOUR.

“Are you lookin’ at the fire?”

Your eyes leave the page of your book at Soonyoung’s voice crackling from the radio, looking around your cabin windows to see that, oh, there is a fire. You’d kind of forgotten that it’s… literally your job. At least there are multiple lookouts.

You fold the corner of the page you’re on as a makeshift bookmark before closing the book and setting it down on your bed as you stand to get your radio. You grab a can of soda from the mini-fridge you’ve started to utilize (as best you can, given it does a mediocre job at keeping things cool) before walking out onto the deck, sitting in one of the chairs you set up. “Now I am,” you tell Soonyoung as you adjust the chair so it faces the direction of the fire. You think you’re the closest lookout to it - which makes the fact that you didn’t notice it even worse - but not in any danger. The smoke paints the evening sky red-orange, washing over the purples and blues the sun used earlier as it set. “You’ve called it in?”

“Yeah, told Josh, who told the higher-ups,” Soonyoung responds, voice strangely… solemn? He sighs his next words. “They’ll probably send a crew in for suppression by morning.”

“Is there a reason you sound sad about putting a potentially dangerous forest fire out?” You tease, cracking open your soda and taking a sip. The carbonation feels good in your mouth, pops on your tongue.

“I’m not!” Soonyoung denies after some sputtering, and you laugh. “Just… ugh, looking at it - I’ve worked here every summer for the past, like, five years, and I’ve only ever seen two fires. Three, counting this one.” His voice gains a certain softness, like he’s lost in thought. “I don’t want the place to burn down or anything, but… don’t you think it’s kind of beautiful?”

It’s a little morally ambiguous, but as you look at the distant, licking flames you have to agree. In the dark, it’s vibrant, more than just ashy smoke and the smell of burning - it glows red, flushes out silhouettes of the trees in between it and you.

“I guess it is,” you hum into your radio as you stare at it.

“So. What should we name it?”

“The fire?”

“Yes,” Soonyoung says, dramatic as always. “She needs a name! I’ve always given them names, but I’ll let you do the honor this time.”

There’s something sweet in the way he offers you the chance to name it, and you try not to dwell on it too much. “Ah,” you start, thinking for a moment. “Barbara. The Barbara Fire.”

Soonyoung howls out a laugh and it’s infectious; you feel the tugging of your lips into a grin. “That is the worst thing that has ever come out of your mouth,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “We are not naming it the Barbara Fire.”

You huff out a fake whine. “Come on, it’s just Barb! She’s beautiful.”

“But deadly,” Soonyoung adds in a voice that sounds like it came straight out of a crime documentary. It makes you giggle, the two of you throwing around silly, stupid names.

“Okay, okay,” you say after a few minutes. “Then… hmm, the Hoshi Fire.”

There’s a long, long pause, and you hold down the button to your radio again. “Uh oh, is he broken?”

Soonyoung’s voice comes through, joking, but you sense a pinch of sincerity. “You want to name a raging forest fire after me… I feel like I shouldn’t be happy but I kind of am.”

You remember to push the button as you laugh, looking directly at the fire and shouting, “I hereby dub thee… the Hoshi Fire!” as loud as you can.

After the laughter dies down, for a second, there’s quiet - not awkward or for the sake of a bit, just quiet. Soonyoung’s not telling a story, you’re not giving witty comebacks. It’s just the two of you and the fire, alone in the forest.

It breaks eventually. Soft, gentle. “I’m glad you’re out here, you know,” Soonyoung says.

His words make you stiffen and relax all at once, and almost on instinct you look in the direction of his tower. You can’t really see the silhouette - the sun too far gone, taking the last of its light with it - but you know it’s there, can pinpoint exactly where it should be. You hope Soonyoung’s looking over at you, too.

And even if the reason you’re here in the first place is still a tender bruise to be pressed, you find yourself recovering a little more every day. “I am, too,” you respond. “I… I wish you were over here.”

It’s a roundabout way to say I miss you, but a part of you thinks neither of you are ready for something that explicit. You reach a hand out in the direction of Soonyoung’s tower, grasping at it like it might bring him to you. It’s not as if you can’t meet up with him again, but… between the distance and the fact that there’s an actual fire to keep your eye on, it certainly wouldn’t be easy. This is the closest you can get for now.

“I wish I was too,” Soonyoung says. You close your eyes to picture him, pretty smile and fond eyes. “We could hang out, like last time.”

“Without the radios,” you add. 

“We could, um… you know.”

His words make you giggle, and you feel a little lucky that you’re not holding down the button. Your heart is pounding in your chest, nervous but stable, secure, as you reply. A welcomed beat, even if startling.

“No, I don’t,” you tell him. Your soda sits forgotten, half-empty, on the floor of the deck by your feet. You don’t bother paying attention to the fire. “What could we do?”

Soonyoung groans and this time you laugh pushing the button so he can hear you, warm and affectionate. “Don’t tease me! You know what I’m talking about.”

You do. “What could we do, Soonyoung?”

There’s a pause, but you know he’s still there.

“Well,” he says eventually. “Let me tell you.”

DAY SEVENTY-SIX.

The fire’s gotten big.

You feel like you shouldn’t be surprised by it - it’s a wildfire, they’re not exactly easy to contain, but seeing it up close like this is vastly different from being in a city and barely even noticing the smoke. It is larger than life out here, consuming more and more of the forest each day. The last few days you’ve spent inside due to the low visibility (though it’s not as if you take a hike every day anyways). It makes you wonder if it’s safe to stay out here.

“...Hey,”  Soonyoung radios in. “I have a question for you.”

Rationally, you know whatever it is, it can’t be that serious. But your heart picks up pace anyways, beats a little harder as you pick up your radio to respond. “Look, it was Jihoon’s idea to use the fireworks, I promise neither of us knew it would start the fire.”

Soonyoung sputters out a laugh and you match him, feeling yourself calm down. “I’ll… I’ll ask Jihoon about that later, but - I really do have something to ask you.”

You lay down in your bed, unmade and messy. “Is it… bad?”

“I don’t think so,” Soonyoung responds. “Maybe?”

“Okay…” you say, timid. “Shoot.”

“When you first got here, I asked why you took the job,” he says, and you nod to yourself, remembering the first call you got from him. “You just… never really responded. I get it if it’s, like, a touchy subject, I don’t want to pressure you at all…”

“No,” you interrupt before you realize what you’re saying. You take a deep breath, Soonyoung waits. “No, it’s probably… it might be good to talk about it. I’ll tell you.”

He murmurs an okay, tells you to take your time and you do. It’s not like you’re scared to tell him - you’ve come to trust him, you know he won’t judge you for anything that happened or think any differently of you. You’re not even sure that’s why it’s hard for you to talk about - rather than any sort of outside force that might affect you, it’s more… more of a part of you that you felt you lost. It’s more coming to terms - even after these months - and going through the motions. It’s scary to talk about disconnection, especially from the one thing you loved (love?) more than anything.

“I… write,” is how you start, looking at the ceiling of your cabin as you speak. “Or wrote, maybe? I’m an author. I have a few books published. Writing is something I’ve loved since I was so young, it’s… a part of me, really. It’s special to me.

“When I finally got a manager and a publishing company and all that official stuff, I was so excited. It was like I was finally living my dream. I wrote my first book and got it published and it did really well, so my management asked me to do another, and I did. Then they asked for one after that, and I didn’t… it felt too soon, in a way. Rushed. But I guess I did it because I had to, because I figured this just came with being a writer and not everything is what you want it to be - and I didn’t want to risk losing what I had wanted almost my entire life.”

You take a moment to steady yourself, note the tremble of your fingers and take a few deep breaths. Soonyoung waits for you, patient and kind. “It went like that for a while, and I lost touch with writing. I stopped loving the only thing I knew how to love. I was so detached from it. A few months before I took this job my manager set up a press conference for me, and I… kind of… had a breakdown. At the conference. So I’m out here to run away for a second. Be away from it all.”

The quiet that follows doesn’t make you nervous, really, but you’re still waiting for a reply of any sort. Even if it’s the common oh or it’ll be okay that you got from distant friends and relatives who didn’t know what was really going on. But Soonyoung was patient with you, so you can be patient with him.

“Have you written since?” He asks after a minute, and your eyes flash over to the journal on your desk. One page has the familiar strokes and loops of your handwriting, written after you met Soonyoung in person.

“Only once,” you respond, truthful.

“When you start to write again… will you show me?”

And for some reason the question is so tender, filled to the brim with something you want to name. It makes tears spring to your eyes as you look out over the rising fire, trying not to let your voice shake too much as you reply.

(Maybe it’s because he said when and not if, maybe it’s because he didn’t tell you it’ll be okay, maybe it’s because it’s him and not someone else telling you the same thing.)

“Yeah,” you say, letting go of the button to sniff. “Yeah, I will. If you let me see one of your dances.”

You hear Soonyoung’s smile through the radio as he tells you it’s a deal.

DAY SEVENTY-EIGHT.

For the first time since you started working, someone who isn’t Soonyoung calls you through the radio (not counting the time you radioed Jihoon to make sure he was still alive, because you only saw him once and hadn’t heard from him since then). You hear the familiar click that tells you someone’s on the station, and you’re fully expecting Soonyoung’s voice to light up your cabin the way it always does. Instead, Joshua’s voice rings through.

“You there?” He asks after a comfortable call of your name, and you pick up your radio.

“Yeah, I’m here. It’s been a while,” you respond, and Joshua hums. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve… been,” he tells you, which earns a small laugh. “Anyways, I called in to let you know that they’re having trouble controlling the fire -”

You take a look at the giant flume of smoke north of your tower, nodding to yourself. “I can see that.”

Joshua tells you to be quiet. You hear the friendly smile in his voice.

“There’ll be an evacuation team here within the next two days,” he says. “Maybe less, shouldn’t be more. They’re gonna get all the lookouts evacuated.”

Oh. Evacuation? That means… the city. Your apartment, back to your family and friends. You’d forgotten an entire world exists outside of the bubble you created for yourself.

“Okay,” you say slowly, still looking at the fire. “I assume you’ve told the other lookouts?”

“I’ve got a few more to call, but other than that, yeah, everyone’s covered. I told Soonyoung and Jihoon first,” Joshua tells you, and you blink at the fact that you didn’t even have to ask. “I’ll see you on the other side.”

“Yeah. Stay safe, Josh.”

You sit for a while after that, trying to cope with the feeling in your chest. You… you feel better about everything, about writing, for sure, but. But. It’s cut short, even if only by a little over a week. You haven’t even started packing anything up - so much of you is strewn around the cabin, in the field around your tower, in the trees of the forest you hiked through. You don’t think you’re ready to say goodbye to the place you’ve made your home and the people (person, your heart whispers) with it. 

The sun starts to set and the fire grows. You sit on your bed and look at the things you’ve made your own, a sunken, unfinished emotion spreading through you. Eventually it is Soonyoung’s voice that comes from your radio, low and humorous.

“The Hoshi Fire can’t be stopped…” he murmurs, and you laugh despite the loss you feel. 

“Please,” you groan into your radio after you’ve grabbed it. “We’re getting evacuated!”

Soonyoung giggles, something mischievous that makes your heart warm with slow appreciation. “I can’t believe it’s ending so soon,” you say, standing up to walk around aimlessly.

“Yeah, the summer went by super fast, huh?” Soonyoung replies. “I’m kind of excited, though. I’ve missed a proper dance studio.”

That’s… oh. 

A current of mild surprise rolls through you and you think you physically feel your jaw drop, just a little. That - that hurt. More than you want it to, more than you think it should - but it’s... fine. You’ve only known Soonyoung for a few months, it’s not like…

You realize you haven’t responded and open your mouth on purpose this time. “I wish we could share the sentiment, Hoshi,” you joke, hoping it doesn’t sound too stiff. 

If Soonyoung notices anything, he doesn’t say it. Only laughs, sweet and genuine. “I’m sure you’ll find something to yearn for just as I yearn for dance,” he says dramatically. You laugh, forced, because yeah, you will. Maybe you already have.

DAY EIGHTY.

Evacuation day.

Last day in your tower. Last day in the forest. Last day of the job you took to escape, to heal. It’s spent packing up the things you brought with you, throwing away everything else. Joshua said helicopters would be touching down at two points - Twin Peaks lookout and Mule Point lookout. Twin Peaks is Soonyoung’s tower, and if you planned it out right, you could probably get there and leave with him.

You tell yourself that the reason you can’t is because Mule Point is closer. Safer. They’re evacuating you for a reason.

“Hey.”

Speak of the devil, you think, grabbing your radio from its charging port. “Hi.”

“So,” Soonyoung says. For the first time since you’ve known him, he seems awkward. “Evacuation day.”

“Yessir…”

“What evacuation point are you hiking to?”

You pause, hesitate like you’re about to say something you shouldn’t. “Mule Point,” you manage to get out. “It’s closer,” you say after, your brain telling you to justify it, explain.

“What did the Hoshi Fire ever do to you?” Soonyoung huffs out through a laugh, and it sounds so unaffected that you feel that ache from before again. After a second, he adds, “so… this’ll be the last we talk. At least for a while.”

That realization hits you like a brick and the sting behind your eyes seems normal - regardless of whatever was built between you and Soonyoung or what lead you out here in the first place, it’s so sad that it’s ending. “Yeah,” you say quietly. Everything is packed, you just need to get hiking. “I, um. Is it cheesy to say thank you?”

“Maybe,” Soonyoung chuckles. “But it’ll also make me feel really good, so…”

You feel yourself calm down and let out your own small giggle. Maybe it was always meant to end this way, a little too soon, a little too sad. “Really… thanks, Soonyoung. I think it would’ve been worse for me if I got the silence I came out here for. I’m glad I had you to talk to.”

“Thank you, too,” Soonyoung says back. “I hope… you write again. I’ll talk to you later.”

The mention of it doesn’t hurt as much as it used to, and you feel the smallest of smiles on your lips. “Yeah. Later.”

The radio clicks off and that’s the last you hear from Soonyoung.

EPILOGUE.

It’s hard to come back.

From nature, from Soonyoung - everything, really. To go from trees and fires and talking every night back to car horns, busy sidewalks and your own apartment. It’s weird to wake up and not see the immediate shine of the sun through your windows. But you come back, slowly get used to the life you had before.

And you start writing.

Given - you get back in August only start writing again in October, but you write. Little by little, page after page. Maybe not every day, like you used to, but the words are back and they are eager to get out, leave their mark as your work. You stand up to your management (with Minghao’s support) and take control of your own writing schedule. The pressure from before leaves. Writing becomes special more than ever, returns as the one thing you never get truly tired of.

Minghao asks about the job, your summer. You tell him it was easy and peaceful, and that you’re thankful for the time. You mention the other lookouts. You mention Soonyoung. Only in passing, though. 

(Minghao definitely suspects something, but even if he asked, you wouldn’t tell him much.)

Sometimes you allow yourself to think of him - when you got back, you looked for a Soonyoung in the multiple dance studios in the city, but since you didn’t have a last name or any proper title, nothing came up. After that, you gave up, but he still shows up in your thoughts from time to time, bright blonde hair (the roots growing in) and glowing smile. It’s cold out, now, so you hope he isn’t getting sick and that he’s staying warm.

You’re reminded of just how cold it is when you have to brace the outside world to get your mail. There’s not even any wind, just an undeniable cold, and it makes your nose burn and eyes water as you walk the short trek to your mailbox. You find your slot and push your key in, unlocking it and gathering your mail. Most of it is junk, but you could have sworn something you ordered was supposed to come today -

“Excuse me?”

You turn your head to the voice and find a man walking towards you, his head turned down towards a small piece of paper. His voice sounds familiar, but you figure it must just be a neighbor you haven’t spoken to in a while. You turn your body to him, waiting for him to look up from the note so you can place a name on him. “Do you know where I can find an author…”

He looks up.

It’s Soonyoung.

He looks a little different - his hair is shorter, dyed black instead of the platinum you remember from last July. But it’s definitely him. The longer you stare at each other the wider his smile gets, and you stand, speechless. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world. Your heart starts to race, warms you up beneath your jacket.

“Found you,” Soonyoung grins. You can’t take your eyes off of him.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “You did.”

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Three Minutes to Eternity: My ESC 250 (250-241)

(Author's note: I intended to have the list ready by 1 September, but I was a bit lousy in compiling the final spots on there. As a result, they will seem a bit shoddy, but there will be good summaries, I promise! And there will be honorable mentions soon enough.)

#250: Harel Skaat -- Milim (Israel 2010)

“האור נרדם, דמעות של דם, שורפות לי בגרון, ידית שרוטה, תקרה שמוטה, כשאני שר לך את השיר האחרון” “The light fell asleep, tears of blood scorch my throat Scratched handle, sloping ceiling When I sing to you the last song” Curiously, I already knew of Harel Skaat before hearing of Eurovision: I listened to a few of his earlier tracks when I found him singing with another Israeli pop artist, Dor Daniel. I particularly liked משנו ממני and כמה עוד אפשר. Milim is a requiem for what was once lost—the presence of one whom the narrator really loves. The imagery used in this song adds to the melancholic feel—a classic ballad of sorts, with a lot of emotion. And the performance from Harel was very good, even though he butchered a note at the end. Maybe it was the pretty blue lights that really accompanied the mood of the song. Personal ranking: 7th/39 Actual ranking: 14th/25 GF (grand final) in Oslo

#249: Tina Karol -- Show Me Your Love (Ukraine 2006)

"You see it in my eyes, my heart is on fire Don’t hide your love away, don’t wait another day" As mentioned in the note, I had a hard time determining the last few spots on my list. I went through the results of both sorters and picked what I felt in the time. Show Me Your Love is a bit odd, but with the accordion intro striking right away, it deserves a place here! While an overly simple song with stilted lyrics, Show Me Your Love is still a bunch of fun. From the boppy beat to Tina's infectious presence on stage, one can't help but smile as this comes along. And there was a jump rope right in the middle of the performance--never change, Ukraine. :) Personal ranking: 5th/37 Actual ranking: 7th/24 GF in Athens

#248: Alan Sorrenti -- Non so che darei (Italy 1980)

“Non so che darei per fermare il tempo Per dormire al tuo fianco solo una notte Non so che darei per sentirti mia Per tenerti vicina solo una notte” “I don’t know what I can give to stop the time To sleep beside you only for one night I don’t know what I can give To take you close to me only for one night” Recently, I find myself humming to this a lot, because it's so calming and nice. I particularly like Alan’s vocals in this song! He really conveys the pain of losing (or on the verge of losing) the one he loves, expressed by the melancholic lyrics. Together, they form a song which is just as beautiful, if not more so than the winner of its year. Despite its 6th place, it became a continent-wide hit, which was quite deserved (just like a good number of Italian Eurovision songs over the years, haha)! Alongside that, Non so che darei also had the only black conductor at Eurovision while there was an orchestra, along with a couple of women playing fake guitars. For some reason, I imagined they were holding umbrellas instead, but I clearly remembered wrong... Personal ranking: 3rd/19 Actual ranking: 6th/19 in Den Haag

#247: Sanja Vucic ZAA -- Goodbye (Shelter) (Serbia 2016)

"I lick my wounds So that I can keep on fighting" Another last-minute choice, but this is an important song, both in 2016 and now, unfortunately. Despite the advances in women's rights over the decades, domestic violence still persists across the world. Goodbye (Shelter) tells the story through someone who's struggling to get out of a toxic relationship, and there's a mix of vulnerability and strength in the lyrics. Of course, lyrics don't make up the whole song; the music also conveys the story through a dramatic build and beautiful strings. Considering the 2016 contest, it does get a bit lost amongst the crowd, but it feels like a musical number in all the right ways. Also, the performance told the story well, and Sanja is a wonderful singer (she also sings a cover of one all-time favorite you will see towards the end, hehe). I even would shed a tear at points. Personal ranking: 8th/42 Actual ranking: 18th/26 GF in Stockholm

#246: Remedios Amaya--Quien Maneja Mi Barca? (Spain 1983)

“El verde de tus ojos verdes, mírame, Que mira que yo te mire, mírame, Que mira que yo te mire” “The green of your green eyes, look at me, Look at me, so I can look at you, look at me Look at me, so I can look at you” One of those songs that can be defined as an acquired taste--the people who love it enjoy its subversive status in the Eurovision canon for being unapologetically Spanish, while the people who hate it will dismiss it as just a bunch of noise. This is a song which is part of the “New Flamenco” genre popularized since the 1960s, which mixes up flamenco music with other genres, such as rock or electronic music. Quien Maneja mi Barca ‘s studio cut has nebulous lyrics combined with an electronic beat, which is alright at best. I found it quite hollow and quite forgettable there. I prefer it in its orchestral form, which fuses synths and concert instruments fantastically. It definitely amps up the drama with Remedios’ voice, and made me appreciate this very distinct entry. Personal ranking: 6th/20 Actual ranking: Joint last (with Turkey) in Munich

#245: Marianna Efstratiou - To diko sou asteri (Greece 1989)

"Μα στο βραδινό τον ουρανό το δικό σου αστέρι ψάξε βρες Γιατί οι σκιές στο πρώτο φως μοιάζουνε φοβίες παιδικές" "But in the evening sky, search and find your own star Because the shadows in the first light seem to be childish phobias" While To diko sou asteri sounds a bit safe in the grand scheme of things, I think its lack of pretension is what makes this little song shine. The lyrics encourage one to find their star and encourage the listener to pursue what they believe in without any fear. Marianna's vocals also add to this song in that they're quietly hopeful and sweet. Also, for some reason, I got some "True Colors" vibes while listening to it every time, despite there being some differences. Both have this relaxing, calm vibe to help the listener on their journey through life. Then again, True Colors doesn't have some nice flute flourishes throughout the song, haha. Personal ranking: 4th/22 Actual ranking: 9th/22 at Lausanne

#244: Dina -- Amor d'agua fresca (Portugal 1992)

"Peguei, trinquei e meti-te na cesta Ris e dás-me a volta à cabeça" "I picked you, bit into you and put you in the basket You laughed and made my head spin" 1992 is one of the most average years at Eurovision--after the chaos that was 1991, it seems like the songs and production sought something safer, and the whole thing felt really bland. Amor d'agua fresca is anything but dull--it's bubbly and sweet, with quite relaxed atmosphere. The combination of instruments--particular the guitar in the beginning and Dina's vocals-- really help with conveying a mood. But after that, we have the lustful lyrics, describing a romance through enjoying different fruits, which was quite different for me... But hey, different makes things quite a bit better in life! Personal ranking: 4th/23 Actual ranking: 17th/23 in Malmo

#243: Lucia -- Él (Spain 1982)

"Él me perdona porque es un pedazo de buen pan Y me trata con paciencia Sé que no debo ser cruel Que le debo confesar que él a mí, no me interesa" "He forgives me because he’s a scrap of good bread And he treats me with patience I know that I shouldn’t be cruel That I should tell him I’m not interested in him" One interesting thing about me is that I'm a sucker for tango music. There's a sense of drama when one listens to it, and even more so when people get on the dance floor. While I've only danced it a few times, when one does it right, the connection between two people is quite powerful, and you could fall right into a dream. El definitely amps up the drama--Lucia is in a conflicted relationship, but she plays the "player" role quite well. It's very flirty and seductive, and you could immerse yourself in the story. While the dancing was a bit too much for a stage as small as 1982's, it's still quite fun to see. Also, it was sent as a way of supporting Argentina in the Falkland Wars, which is quite interesting... Personal ranking: 4th/18 Actual ranking: 10th/18 in Harrogate

#242: Gabriela Gunčíková -- I Stand (Czech Republic 2016)

"I am thanking you, you made me You are my air, I’ll always care" For those who have an aversion to ballads, why is that? I find it annoying because there can be ones where they can touch you and tell a story. Life can't always be happy bops with heavy beats (or it's because they don't really inhabit my musical atmosphere most of the time...) I Stand sounds like a derivative ballad sonically, but it carries itself with such grace and grandeur. The instruments add to the drama of the song, which thanks a special person for their help in their life (though the lyrics above can come off as a bit co-dependent...or so I've heard) And Gabriela delivers this with the necessary composure and grace the song desires. It feels like a highlight track from a musical--one where two characters meet again and the narrator wants to recognize the latter's good deeds before they're gone forever. Thanks to that, the Czech Republic gets their first grand final appearance (though getting 0 televote points once there was harsh...) Personal ranking: 7th/42 Actual ranking: 25th/26 GF in Stockholm

#241: t.A.T.u -- Ne ver, ne boysia (Russia 2003)

“Кто-то понты а кто-то маньяк, Кто-то как ты, кто-то как я.” “Someone's a psycho and someone's a maniac, Someone like you, someone like me” If I’m right, I may have heard this song without knowing this was from Eurovision. It was because there was a period between middle school and high school where I love t.A.T.u’s music, and this was one of their singles. Ne Ver Ne Bosia is compelling and dark, with an interplay about the people around them using an old Soviet proverb as the title. It’s gripping and intense, and brings the listener into this crazy and mad world they're enveloped in. The performance, on the other hand, almost couldn't have been worse. The vocals were really ropey (especially from Lena, who would usually be trusted to help Yulia), and it didn't come over as a great listening experience. While I love it, t.A.T.u were really lucky they competed in the televote era, as they would've been struck down hard by the juries. (and the worst part: there will be a couple of poorly-performed entries which will be quite high on this list...) Personal ranking: 6th/26 Actual ranking: 3rd/26 in Riga

#esc 250 #esc top 250 #eurovision song contest #esc israel #esc italy #esc 2021 #esc serbia #esc portugal #esc greece #esc russia #esc czech republic #vintage eurovision #three minutes to eternity #esc ukraine

[woogurl]

i’m back, biznitchez, man college life is tough. anyway, today, i’m back with a new analysis as i said before i’m no professional, but i think most people know how to read/detect basic human language.

so today, i will be talking about woosan and eye contact.

i think it’s going to be interesting because, eyes are probably the most obvious indicator of a person’s emotions. the eyes never lie. 

something i’ve noticed about woosan is not eye contact, but mostly, the lack of eye contact. usually on woo’s part.

now, i’ve thought about this for a while, and it always baffled me because woo is someone who is very attentive and observant. he’s also quite mature, much more mature than he’s given credit for. now why does it bewilder me that woo avoids eye contact with san? well because woo typically is a good listener and he pays attention. if you watch a group vlive of them you can see him paying close attention to anyone who’s talking. 

he does it so well sometimes that hongjoong literally thanked him for helping him out(by showing that he was listening, unlike the others, his eyes stayed on hongjoong while he talked and he even nodded as another indication that he was listening.) 

this is also the reason why i think hongjoong looks at woo a lot of the times when he’s talking, because he sees that he’s listening to him. the best vlive to reference this to is the one where they were promoting their song From. 

san on the other hand also pays close attention to anyone who’s talking. he’s very respectful, but there are many moments where he just literally stares at woo, and i know woo for a fact can feel san boring holes into his face. so why do i think woo avoids eye contact. let’s see what are some reasons for avoiding eye contact.

1.anxiety 2. wanting to end a conversation 3. distracted 4. trust issues 5. person is talking too much. 6. intimidation 7. bored 8. they don’t like you 9. no chemistry 10. complex topic 11. they’re secretive

honestly, the only ones that made sense to me is either woo is anxious, intimidated, distracted or he’s secretive. woo isn’t someone who’s easily anxious but i do feel like san may make him feel anxious at times. sometimes they aren’t even conversing, and i do think woo is sometimes distracted. as there are some moments during interviews and lives where there’s a question and woo says something completely off topic and the members are like “what?”. i don’t think that’s always the case here.i doubt think there’s trust issues. there’s definitely chemistry and we know that he likes san whether it’s friendly or romantic. yes, woo is someone who is easily bored, but during these moments he’s fully alert and aware of his surroundings. 

let’s refer to some moments. let’s start with some older moments.

i just want to note that before this even happened, woo laughed at something san was saying and the members were saying that woo was making trouble and san said that he was hurt(that woo laughed). in the end he still looked at woo for comfort? idk, i thought it was odd.

in this live,i would say woo was pretty distracted. woo kept making mistakes, as i mentioned before. woo has a very demanding personality and likes to take charge. as i also said before he has potential to be a leader, but he is a bit too impatient and impulsive and this is basically an example of that getting him into trouble because at that moment he felt flustered. but the point is san looks to woo to comfort him, and even wraps an arm around him. but even then as you can see woo refuses to look at san.

this vlive, where they’re talking about the snack that they’re trying and san asks if it’s good, and woo doesn’t give a direct answer. he’s done this before during the the same vlive while they were eating noodles. san asks if they’re good and woo doesn’t give a direct answer, nor does he look at him. in this case, i guess you can say woo was also distracted during this time as well by the comments. woo seems to be especially curious about people’s opinions on him. i remember him admitting looking himself up more that ten times a day. either way, i would count this as woo being distracted. even though there are moments where woo addresses san directly and still doesn’t look at him.

now, let’s talk about moments where woo isn’t distracted. this moment was specifically about them talking about their feelings with one another. woo talked about san in the first pic and san talked about woo in the second. now woo for the most part did not look at san at all. lol. like how can you talk about your feelings for someone and not look at them. nguejfnednfe. san on the other hand made pretty good eye contact. some moments the stares were pretty intense. lol. either woo is anxious, as people feel increased self-consciousness through eye contact or he’s secretive. he doesn’t want to reveal his emotions through that eye-contact.

here are moments that convince me that he’s at times anxious or intimidated to meet san’s eyes, because he becomes flustered. during the vid above there’s a moment where san’s just staring at woo and woo catches him and woo is immediately flustered. but san does not back down he continues to stare for a bit longer. lol. then he stares some more while rubbing woo’s neck.

another moment when woo becomes too flustered to meet san’s eyes. 

the time they were dancing to fake love, and the part where they had to stare at each others eyes came up, and woo got too shy/flustered to do it. 

so the reason i made this is because it’s been happening a lot more lately. i think it’s because the company or woo and san themselves decided to make a conscious effort to not seem so close to one another. here’s some examples. 

so when i first saw this i was shocked, because when woo complimented san and he complimented woo back. woo’s head turned away completely. this is a very negative sign obviously. it was kind of like he wanted to ignore san’s existence. as you see now, it probably just looks like woo looked to the side. but if you watch the video by schmoosubs @ 1:03:10 you can see his body immediately responded to san’s compliment by rejecting it completely with his body. again i’m gonna go with woo being either anxious or secretive(he doesn’t want his eyes to reveal something) and possibly intimidated.

so let’s talk about another relatively recent moment, from the from vlive. where they were talking about the past, and how hongjoong cried. but woo and yeosang started laughing because san also cried in one of the logs i believe. basically yeosang was teasing san and san was trying to grab his face. but then him and woo lock eyes together, until san winks and woo turns away. i’m sure because he was flustered. 

then they have a small moment after that. where they stare at each other. it’s difficult to tell if woo is looking at san or yeosang, but it’s obvious san was looking as woo. it’s evident when he then says something that wasn’t translated, but you can hear it in the background and woo answers. you can then see woo slightly turn his head towards yeosang. it all happens at 13:00. something that you’ll probably notice is that san’s eyes usually follows woo. so when woo turns away, san turns away and follows woo’s eyes to look at yeosang who’s currently talking at the moment. so as i said before i think woo avoiding eye contact is a combination of anxious and want to be secretive. because i think it’s pretty obvious to see that when they look at each other the world literally stops around them. 

as said before most people know how to read or detect simple body language which is why you often see the same moments of a ship in multiple videos or posts in regard to that ship. because most people know the difference between a glance and a gaze. glances show indifference often times than not gazes show interest. 

this is of course the famous woosan lie detector video. now i want to point out, that this is proof that woo is fully aware of san’s stares. as soon as they start san literally only glances at woo, and a second later woo is like “don’t look” woo doesn’t even turn his head when he says it. lmfao. i understand woo may not want san looking at him because he had a red eye that day. but the thing is they’re in a room full of staff members and people who’re literally watching them. many of which are complete strangers i’m sure. while san on the other hand is someone he’s well acquainted with. so why doesn’t he want san to look at him? my guess as before, san may make him feel anxious, and more self-conscious because he probably doesn’t care what others think. but san is different in that regard as we can see here.

look at this man, despite his red eye, he’s still so confident, but he will not look at san by any means. san literally asks him to look at him, but woo’s just like no. wooyoung later gets comfortable enough to look at san and have a normal conversation.

to be frank, i think the reason san may have the habit of capturing woo’s chin is because of woo’s inability or refusal to look at him sometimes. touching the chin is a clear sign of dominance, especially with the way san touches his chin. san is someone who’s naturally touchy and affectionate. so this could just be a habit, but what leads me to believe that this is san’s usual response to woo not looking at him is that every time he’s done this is when woo was specifically not looking at him. 

he just always grabs his chin in a way that’s like,”hey, my eyes are here. look at me.” hehe.

anyway, this was my short analysis. hope you enjoyed. c;

#woosan #wooyoung #choi san #ateez #kpop #san

[catcze]

*the letter arrived a day later, in the same letter you'd sent the last one in. Inside was the letter, but additionally a single picture of the witch of the purple rose sat within her library with a gentle smile, taken with a camera like yours, as well as a penciled sketch of yourself and Lisa sat at a table at Angel's Share. You'd recognize the style anywhere as Albedo's, not to mention his signature also present on the back of the paper.*

Catte, my rose, my dearest, my love... Thank you. Thank you so much for the pictures you sent, oh I absolutely burst into tears looking through them. They're all so beautiful, most of all the one picture of you... Oh, I miss you so much, my love. Thank you.

Everything in Sumeru is as stunning as I remember. It truly is a magnificent place, and I have many memories from my time at the Academy. I just wish I could say all of them were good.. It was a bit of a mixed bag, let's say. Don't let me get too dreary about it, of course it's a wonderful school, with wonderful teachers. Hehe, did you tell them who your girlfriend was? I'm sure that would have made for quite the reasoning to have them allow you to observe. Sometimes I think about going back to visit.. They send me letters almost monthly, you know. Something about having their most prodigal alumni return boosting their reputation. I don't really remember--I've started tossing the letters into the fireplace. I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time there, cutie. Maybe I will return one day... If I have you by my side. Maybe.

Also, shame on you for reminding me how much I miss the food there! Sumeru has such wonderful food... And bonus--no pumpkins. Sweet celestia do I hate pumpkins. Mondstadt has it's share of good food too though; not just Sara but also Brook and Diluc are amazing chefs. Also that Diona girl, the once or twice she's had me sample food it's been remarkable, but obviously I requested she didn't tell me what was in it, so long as there was no meat. I've spoken to Diluc and Sara recently actually. They both sent along their regards, and Sara also said she'd be sending along some food for you, just to make sure Sumeru doesn't win you over completely, hehe~💜

I have thanked Albedo perfusely. It makes me so happy that you love your present so much. I'll just have to think of something even more inventive to send you next time! I'm sure I'll think of something, I'm always thinking about you after all 💜

Albedo was also a dear in sending along your little present in this note as well! He was both the photographer and the artist, he had to recreate you from a mixture of his memory and what pictures we already had of you on hand. I'm very pleased with how it turned out, as it looks absolutely radiant, and I know better than anyone. I must have the most beautiful girlfriend alive, I don't even exaggerate. I love you so much starlight.

Also, please be sure to get adequate sleep before attending any morning lectures while you're at the Academy. They can be very taxing if you're not well rested, and I can't have my babygirl hurting herself, now can I~? If that were to happen I'd just have to march down there and punish whoever was responsible, especially if it's you~!

Also, don't worry! Nobody was injured thank goodness. She was the only one in the building as me and Jean had left to go meet with Barbara. She said hi as well by the way, I forgot to mention that! She misses you dearly, and she wanted me to tell you she wrote a new song and would love to sing it for you. Such a doll that girl is. That being said, I must admit it was rather tempting to lie and say someone had been injured, if only so I could have you here in my arms again.. But I wouldn't dare tear you from your travels. I just wish we were together, wherever that was. When next you return I'm going to have to discuss with Jean perhaps I could take an extended vacation to travel with you, so long as we're not doing anything too strenuous, hehe... You should know better than anyone that I can be a little lazy at times~💜

Anyways, what types of lectures are you attending? Magecraft? Alchemy? Potioncraft? I know I always enjoyed the latter the most, if you hadn't guessed. Goodness, it's bringing back such a flush of memories knowing you're where I first studied. Even though I know you're just observing, suddenly I can't help but think of how cute you would look in the uniform... Oh, now I've got myself a little bothered, hehe~ you're just so adorable starlight that I can't help it 💜

I hope you have fun at the Academy while you're there babygirl. Please be sure to sleep and eat properly, which shouldn't be hard what with how good the food there is. I love you so so much, my rose. Take care and write me back as soon as you can! I love you💜💜💜💜

Yours Always,

- Lisa 🌺💜

[Much like before, there are photos that come in the envelope, and of the same mundane nature. Among others there’s a picture of an oasis, of papers, a pen and a journal with the sketch and the photograph of Lisa tucked carefully between its pages, and a picture taken of a reflection in a mirror, a figure striking a pose and grinning widely, seemingly taken at the start of the day. But aside from the pictures and the letter, sun-kissed and warm, there is also another object— a bracelet designed to look as if the band was composed of numerous interlocking silver stems, with small purple roses dotted across the expanse of the band, looking as if small lightning storms were caught in their crystalline petals.]

⠀Hello my sweet! Since you were so fond of the photos last time, I included a couple more here once again that I thought you might like to see. It was fun bringing the camera around, pausing sometimes and snapping shots that I thought you’d like to see— in a way, it felt like I was walking the streets of Sumeru with you! I miss you very much also,and I quite loved the photograph and the sketch that was sent back to me, as you could maybe tell. I bring them both around with me in my journal throughout the day, so neither reminders of you are very far.

⠀The Academy was fascinating! I managed to wake up to observe that early class I mentioned before (it was Potioncraft! An introduction to it, to be specific) and since then I’ve also signed up to observe a few more different classes and lectures, though I limit myself to one or two a day, otherwise my mind might just melt from all the information! I’ve only been to a few, and it’s amazing that you not only understood all of it, but that you did it with flying colors! Really, I’m so proud to call you my girlfriend 💞 

⠀I… may have mentioned your name and status as my significant other just once or twice when I initially requested to observe, just to make sure they’d approve— honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if one reason why they readily allowed me to do so was to butter me up and get me to bring you for a visit. I don’t mind really, but I just found it so funny how a total of 5 separate scholars approached me on the first day to ask about your well-being and whether or not you were planning to come to Sumeru anytime soon! After I told them that you don’t have any plans to visit Sumeru in a hurry, they’ve mostly backed off, which I’m glad for. I knew you were one of the best, love, but this level of popularity by association was unexpected! There are some who I get along with, though. A man named Cyno, white hair, red eyes, and a girl named Collei who’s studying medicine. They don’t talk much, but they’re decent company, and apparently they even came to Mondstadt before and met you— though I’m not too clear on the details. They actually helped me procure the materials to make the bracelet that I’ve sent, and they instructed me on how to form it into how you see it now through some means that I don’t entirely understand, even now. I hope you like this gift as well, love 💞

⠀If you like the food here, I’ll see if i can ask around for some local recipes to learn and bring home, nothing involving pumpkins though, I promise! And yes, speaking of, please give Barbra, Diluc, Diona, Sara and Brook (if you pass by Springvale anytime soon) my regards! I’ve tried some of Diona’s non-alcoholic drinks before, and they were heavenly! And please give Sara my thanks–– some food from Good Hunter would be so nostalgic, and a welcome relief. I’m glad Barbra is doing well with her idol career as well, though I do worry about her sometimes. Nevertheless, I can’t wait to hear her new song, I’m certain I’ll love it! 

⠀And really, Albedo did great work drawing you and me–– knowing there wasn’t a direct reference makes it all the more impressive! Please give him my thanks again, love. If i happen upon something in the markets while i look for more things to send you, perhaps i can find something to repay him with. 

⠀Oh, you flatter me, love. But thank you; coming from such a beautiful woman, your praise means a lot 💞⠀Ah, you always manage to convey your love to me through these letters, no matter how far they must travel. I hope you can feel how much I love you as well, and how much I miss you. The city is splendid at night, and I would have loved to watch the stars glisten in the sky with you, but even though we’re apart, knowing that we’re looking up at the same moon and the same stars makes me feel peace. Maybe someday we can do what you said and take a vacation around, maybe even come back out here together for a weekend or two–– I’m sure you know all the best places here, and I’d love for you to show me. Traveling around is great, but if you’re willing to come with me, It’ll be an even better experience. No worries, it’ll be a leisurely thing–– just you and me, taking out time and travelling Teyvat together. Oh, it sounds too good to be true 💞

⠀I’m getting enough sleep, my dear, don’t worry! it was a little hard to adjust to observing early-morning lectures, but I’m sure the trouble will pass soon. As much as thinking of you marching down here always makes me laugh, such extremes isn’t needed, darling. I eat well and rest well, as I hope that you also do. You wouldn’t want to worry your girlfriend about your health, would you? Ah, I’m joking, but please do try and stay well for me love. And regarding what you mentioned about the academy uniform... haha, well, you might have given me an idea or two. Expect some pictures soon, love! 

⠀I shouldn’t ramble on for so long–– taking your attention away from work puts it at disaster of something blowing up or toppling over again haha! I swear I’ll do my best to take care of myself and return back to you as well as I left, as long as you do the same, Lisa. I love you so, much as well my darling, and I miss you every moment. Please stay safe and healthy! 

––Catte 💞

⠀

#Character anon 💌 : Lisa #Kisses from Catte 🦩 #Part __ in Catte can't shut up when writing back to her character anons 🦩 #ajsa LISA ANON hi i just wanna say i love u and appreciate you so much <33 #mUAHH 💞 #Im gonna keep my promise and go to sleep in a bit tho–

[headshxtina]

Brave - Koishi Sugawara

Genre: Fluff, au

Warnings: Language! And that’s all hehe

Song of the day:

Hope you enjoy! I just wrote this out if nowhere since I’ve been in love with him so much,, forgive me for the cliché-ish plot djjdjd this is my first tumblr fic i’ve only written one-shots before all my fics are on wattpad 🥺

⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰

“Dealing with the kids is pretty hard, right?”

Sugawara asked, eyebrow slightly lifted as you were oblivious to his appearance again because of being too concentrated on the lists of teams Karasuno were about to have practice matches with in two weeks.

“Oh? Y- yeah...”

The boy leaned down to the notes, nonchalantly humming, but it seemed like he was focused on your expression more than the tough lists that could match the math revise papers you get.

“Are you tired of replacing Yachi? She’d be absent for pretty long. maybe for MONTHS...” Sugawara left out a soft sigh, being his considerate self as usual, or at least that what was you thought.

He was also known for being the gentle parental figure and the sweet, gentle setter of the team. He was training very hard with the team, even though he wasn’t usually the main setter.

But he seemed to not mind. He appreciated how his appearance helped his fellows practice more consistently and more focused, not to mention his calmness and skillful way of thinking during the matches. You liked that about him, but the recent thoughts about him have been... different from the past ones. Like an evolution. Like how his smile was like an efflorescent kind of spring, how the gentle color of his eyes was like clouds passing the clear afternoon skies, and his comforting smile that sometimes you couldn’t face, and how his iries sometimes were labyrinthe whenever he turned to yo-

“Hey? HEY...?”

Your thoughts stopped in a halt.

“HUH? HUH? WHAT THE FUC-“

“You accidentally kicked your coffee...”

“Oh my GOD... I’m so sorry, I- OH SHIT!”

His shirt was filled with the smell of cappuccino.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! I’M SO SORRY SUGA! DO- DO YOU-“

The latter lifted your frown up by caressing the corners of your lips and gently pulled them up, ended it with a soft cheeks pinch.

“Hey... I have extra shirts. I’m okay, you know how third years always know how to prepare.”

“Oh. Okay. I’m still so sorry though.”

“Remember to not kick your sprite next time.” He mocked you and went to grab an another shirt. “Do you need me to buy you an another coff-“

“NAH. NAH. ME GOOD AS FUCK. UH...”

“Okay then! Don’t worry about me. Poor you... so focused on work.”

His footsteps echoed around the practice room, as the team weren’t there yet. Suga went early because he said he “wanted fresh air and some time to talk to the new manager”, which is you.

The sun rays soared the clear sky, replacing the early aurora. It was somewhat idyllic, it reminded you of the halcyon ages, the early mornings when you and your ex-boyfriend would walk into the convenient stores on the way to school, how he would share his coffee with you. Cappuccino. Always cappuccino.

But that was before your break-up last year. Your heart has promised itself to create a barrier from any emotions from being hurt deep down from his getaway. but somehow, it has lost its composure.

Just because of some other boy.

═ ∘◦❦◦∘ ═

“Yes Daichi!”

Sugawara fist-bumped Daichi when they got an another point for the red team.

They were having a practice set, as always.

“Aye! Y/n, are you tired?”

Your thoughts stopped wandering when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Oh! Asahi! How’s the match going?”

“Oh! Yamaguchi asked me to let him replace me for a while. Homeboy’s doing good. Like look at him. Awww...”

“Proud dad you are, Asahi.”

You two left out a small chuckle as he could feel something going on instantly with his left and nimble instinct. And a compassionate soul.

“Y/n, you like Koushi-boy, right?”

Asahi saying that left a huff out of your lips.

“What? Who said that?”

“Nah, just feels like it. Sorry if i’m wrong. But man, the way you’ve been looking at him these past months since Yachi left means something.”

Your tongue was mixed in dirt and cut dry. Somehow, your saliva was nowhere to be found in the back of your throat.

“Uh... Yeah. Sugawara. I l-“

“SEE? HOMEBOY I WAS RIGHT BITCH! OKAY SO WHAT CAN I DO TO HELP YO-“

“SHHH BITCH!”

Your warning reminded Asahi that it was the practice room you guys were standing in, not in the supermarket.

“Okay. But uh...”

“Hm?” He asked as soon as the words left your lips again, like a reflex.

“Dude doesn’t even look at me. No chance. Still painful since my last break-up. No way. I don’t even think of-“

“So,” Asahi stopped you in a gentle manner and leaned in. “I know it hurts, but feelings can’t be stopped. We are human. Being hurt and showing how you feel isn’t bad at all... It’s called being brave. And after it, you can be even stronger. You have to take over your fears. You have me here advising and sharing everything with you. Don’t think of covering it up. It’s better if you just tell Koushi. And, to be honest, you are too focused on your papers you rarely observe how he looks at you.”

You punched Asahi in the stomach, which made he chuckle a little bit. “Ow!”

“Anyways... Yamaguchi’s going in again. You should get out there.”

“Okay.”

The way Asahi smiled at you told you to DO something. Do a thing you’d never thought of doing again.

═ ∘◦❦◦∘ ═

The night at the Karasuno rest house was a mess and rowdy as always, filled with the laughs of Tanaka, Nishinoya and Hinata in the halls, and the shouts from Daichi and Ukai telling them to shut up.

It was eerie as the clock hit twelve. Kageyama and Hinata weren’t practicing as always, they fell off asleep after the practice that day, since they had to do about ten laps of running around the school for having a fight and then forgetting about it again.

You were closing your eyes, but it stung. You couldn’t bare to sleep with your heart beating so fast in the middle of the quiet and calm night air.

Your head was full of Sugawara. No, you couldn’t push the heavy brick blocking your emotions out of your heart. It would be forgotten, as many other emotions.

But no. It had been there for months.

Refusing to continue that annoying phrase, you slipped into your slippers and walked out the hallways, out into the staircase in front of the house.

Everyone must’ve been asleep by then. Even Asahi, whom was in the same class as you and understood you the most. There was no one to talk to.

Your lips left out a sigh and as you were just about to close your eyes to meet with the sounds of the night wind, a figure passed by you in silence, a little observant as you realized it was a silhouette of someone.

“Y/n? Aren’t you supposed to be in your bed right now, idiot?”

It was no other than Suga.

“Should be you more, turd. It’s literally midnight, why the fuck are you still here?”

“Can’t sleep.” He replied. “Just thoughts...”

“Too many thoughts are up in my head, couldn’t sleep either.”

You earned nothing but a look down to the ground between both of you. The boy said nothing, as he diverted his pupils to the sky. Immediately, the sight of his face being illuminated by the carressing moonlight holding his face so firmly and softly made your heart fly out of your chest again. Something inside you was urging you to say just three words. Just. Three.

But the past memories triggered them away. You could not get yourself hurt again.

The voice of Asahi stuck inside your head.

“I know it hurts, but feelings can’t be stopped. We are human. Being hurt and showing how you feel isn’t bad at all... It’s called being brave.”

You opened your lips in a short second, which was noticed by Suga.

“You were about to say?”

“KOUSHI SUGAWARA! I-“

Your heart was competing with speed of your tongue. Competing with the tears about to fall right down your face. But just three words was the easiest thing you could say that time. No way back.

Your tears could drop at the moment. Your tongue could be cut at that moment. Your trust in love could be crushed again.

“I LIKE YOU!”

He stood there, looking at you, a little bit observant and calm.

“I like you. Ever since Yachi left for the business trip. I just... don’t believe after that stupid break-up, I could ever let my emotions happen again. I...” You choked on the tears beginning to fall from your lids. “I could be he- heartbroken- again- I’m so- sorry-“

Your hiccups were the sound of pain to him. He immediately walked in nearer to you when your tears started to fall. They kept on wetting your cheeks. They dropped. Fell. Wet the road. They were salty upon your lips and your soft hiccups.

“I’M SUCH AN IDIOT! I’M EMBARRASSING US TWO! I’M A FAILURE... I’m so sorry Suga...”

“Why? Why would you ever be one? Why would you be a failure? You just did the bravest thing." His voice was soft and was faded between your hiccups. You couldn't quite hear or see the caring look on his eyes when he touched your fingers and hesitated for a little before caressing them and molding them inbetween his.

You kept on crying loudly and sobbing. You didn't care about anything anymore. You knew it was a failure saying those words. And the feelings you've kept for so long. If Asahi broke the brick wall of Datekou, then you'd just broken the walls keeping your emotions flow out again.

Noticing you didn't reply, Koushi just quietly planted a soft kiss on your temple, and he kept on kissing when he turned to you and you nodded, he kissed all the way down to your cheeks, feelings your tears touching his lips, but he kept on kissing and stopped at your neck.

"Don't wanna do the licky licky thing over here-"

That left out a soft chuckle from you, which made him a little happy.

"Now... All you have to know is that you're the bravest you've ever been. You're always so brave..."

Before he could notice, your sobs quickly turned into lazy snores as your head bumped down onto his shoulders. The boy realized you had fell asleep and smiled, and there was a beautiful flower blooming inside of his heart as well. His love for you these past months have been opened up by you, not him. He felt like a wimp for not saying it first, but he finally felt happy you'd broken out of your tight shell.

So his hands went to caress your hair between pulling his fingers down your lucious locks. They were soft, opposite to the way his heart was beating for you.

“Sleep tight, sugar. I love you so much.” He whispered.

Asahi and Kiyoko were no other than the ones who brought you two up to your bunks, chuckling at each other, knowing everything by the way you two both fell asleep on each other on the staircase, Suga's hand still holding yours. Firmly. Like he wouldn't ever want to let it go.

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As the alarm clock rang through the eerie silence, you heard everyone groaning in tiredness as Tanaka shouted against Daichi that he wanted a little more sleep and quickly snored again against the soft blanket.

Everyone got ready with huffs and complains under their sleepy breaths, Hinata fixed his funny-looking disheveled hair while shouting at Kageyama for stealing his snacks.

When Karasuno got into the practice room, hyper and ready for an another day of practice, you immediately noticed that familiar silhoutte passing by and stopping right in front of you.

"So, here's a thing, Y/n."

His lips figured in about a few seconds.

"I also... like you back. I love everything about you."

"Hm."

You flashed a smile at him, your eyes still puffy from last night. He just went in and gently kissed the corner of your eye. "Don't cry because of me again, that was.... heartbreaking to see."

"Who would, idiot."

"Who ELSE would." He mocked you as you shyly looked down.

"So, be my girlfriend? As in girlfriend, not girl-friend... uh... like friend as a girl hsjssjshshdh- Alright, be my girlfriend?"

"Gladly, Koushi."

In a sudden, he caught everyone's attention intentionally when he called everyone to get ready and immediately turned to you, got a nod, and crashed his lips onto yours.

A sweet apple smell from his hair passed by your nose, your lips were perfectly molded together, and his soft breath made you feel even better, ecstasy was filling your body, your hands keeping on playing with his soft grey locks.

"OKAY SUGAWHATTHEFUCK?"

Nishinoya and Tanaka's squeals could be heard from afar as Tsukki smiled softly. "Well, Yamaguchi, looks like our setter has fallen in love."

The whole room was filled with squeals and excitement, especially Hinata continuously pulling Kageyama's shirt in surprise, and the latter couldn't care less but gasp and felt so happy for both of you and didn't give a single fuck about Hinata's stupid actions.

"Uh hum." Coach Ukai could be heard from a distance. "Well, looks like our setter has been having a little... makeout sessi-"

"OH SHIT SORRY COACH-" Both of you turned around and realized the whole team has surrounded you guys, including Coach Ukai and Takeda sensei.

"Okay! Suga has a lovey dovey girlfriend, but that doesn't mean we don't continue to practice, remember? You two do that lovey dovey shit at home, not here-"

"YES COACH! I FEEL SO MUCH MORE ENERGETIC AFTER SPEAKING UP MY THOUGHTS! LET ME DO A FUCKING TWO-ATTACK-"

Everyone laughed at Suga's excitement. In the corner of the room, you saw a smile upon Asahi's lips, his eyes gentle and his grin wide as he raised a thumbs up.

"Good job." The tall boy chuckled as he walked towards you.

"All bets on you, Asahi." You smiled back at him. "Thank you. For everything."

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#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #suga haikyuu #haikyuu!! #sugawara #suga #sugawara koushi #koushi sugawara #fluff #angst #fanfiction #haikyuu fanfiction #Spotify #haikyuu au #haikyuu fanfic

[jukeboxjulian]

( TOM HOLLAND / CIS MALE / TWENTY FOUR / HE/HIM/HIS ) i always seem to run into JULIAN EVANS at jukebox records. i’ve heard that if the REGULAR CUSTOMER had to choose one go-to record, it’d be SAVES THE WORLD by MUNA and that they can be CARING but also kind of SHY. for some reason, they always make me think of FINGERS CALLUSED FROM GUITAR STRINGS, TOO MANY SCARS TO COUNT, and THE TOO GOOD TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD CINNAMON ROLL MEME. — ( alyssa, 27, pst, she/her/hers )

hi everyone!! I’m alyssa and I am super super new to tumblr rp... as in, this is my first time ever roleplaying on here in a group (eek)! I’ve been roleplaying for over 15 years now (seriously) and am usually used to forums and 1x1, so I’m excited to try something new :) I tend to write a LOT - as in if you don’t shut me up, I will give you thousands and thousands of words for replies hehe. anywho, julian is one of my favorite muses ever and I’m so excited to bring him here!! without further ado, here is my sweet baby angel precious baby panda, julian!

TW: child abuse, domestic violence, and alcoholism.

background | past & present

julian was born julian tyler evans on march 28, 1996, in santa barbara, california, to claire evans and dylan porter. if you ask him, he’ll tell you he has one parent - his biggest inspiration and his role model, claire. julian inherited all his best traits from claire: his kindness, his determination, his passion, and his ability to care for everyone and anyone. as a pediatric nurse, claire worked long hours throughout the majority of julian’s childhood, but still managed to stay exceptionally present in her son’s life and parent him through a tumultuous relationship.

dylan is out of the picture. julian has a few happy memories with his dad prior to the age of six, but the majority of their relationship is mired in trauma. dylan always had problems with alcohol, even prior to having julian, but those issues worsened when he lost his job in the early 2000s. seemingly overnight, the dad that julian once knew vanished. what started as a loving father-son relationship turned into a twisted game of cat and mouse, and julian found himself walking on eggshells in his own home. more often than not, julian spent his nights covering the bruises and scratches dylan gave him earlier in the day. julian and claire quickly became ER regulars, and he learned to sew his own stitches before his fourteenth birthday.

the abuse julian endured forced him to turn his pain and doubts inward. the overly happy and energetic child version of julian disappeared, replaced by a cautious and quiet boy who didn’t dare rock the boat for fear of retaliation. throughout his difficult childhood, julian found solace in one thing - music. as the son of two musicians, julian learned guitar and piano before he learned to form proper sentences. a natural knack for the craft led julian to pick up bass, drums, and production at an early age (though guitar and piano are still his first loves). the majority of julian’s high school years were spent locked in his room, perfecting one beat for several hours or layering vocals late into the night.

his best friend, danny, is perhaps the only thing that kept julian’s head above water throughout his childhood. julian and danny met in the orchestra room in middle school when neither of them had friends to sit with at lunch. the two boys became best friends instantly and helped each other through their childhood struggles - danny helped julian survive his dad’s abuse and julian provided danny with a safe space after coming out to his homophobic parents.

julian and danny moved to san francisco for college. it was there that they met zoe and kevin through an on-campus a cappella group. the four bonded immediately through a cappella and now play together in a band (and live together as roommates). you can catch them playing gigs around town, and you’ll probably catch julian outside the venue two hours later having in-depth conversations with every person who showed up for their show. the stage is the one place where julian comes alive - he’s a natural performer and sheds his shy persona easily when he’s in his element.

outside of the band, julian works as a second grade teacher, and occasionally works in the stacks at the local library during the summers to make extra money. he adores children and spends most of his free time coming up with lesson plans and songs to teach his kids in an engaging way. adorable elementary school teacher by day, hot musician by night: the julian evans story.

personality

julian is the definition of the “beautiful cinnamon roll, too good, too pure for this world” meme. he cares deeply and intensely about the people he loves, and he’s the most loyal friend you’ll ever have. julian is the friend who will hold your hair back while you puke. he leaves granola bars in his roommates’ cars when he knows they’re not eating enough. he goes out of his way to care for everyone he meets without expecting anything in return.

with that being said, julian is a bit of a doormat. this largely stems from his history of abuse - he’s used to thinking that things are his fault, and that it’s easiest to accept the blame and not rock the boat, even when he’s in the right. he’s the guy who won’t mention that the waiter got his order wrong at a restaurant because he doesn’t want to make them uncomfortable. you could shoot julian in the heart and he would apologize for bleeding on your clothes.

julian prefers lyrics to discussions. he’s a producer and a songwriter above all else, and he finds it much easier to express his feelings through music than through conversation. when his back’s against the wall - when he’s experiencing intense ptsd or anxiety or sadness or anger - he locks himself in his room and writes music.

as someone who craves deep, lasting connections, he isn’t one to have lots of acquaintances or fair-weather friends. he can count the number of close friends he has on one hand and he likes it that way. it’s hard for julian to open up to people initially, but once you get through his quiet exterior, he’ll let his guard down and stick with you no matter what.

in terms of romantic relationships, julian is tragically heterosexual. like in his friendships, julian is the type of person who wants a long-term, stable relationship. since his childhood, julian has always been a hopeless romantic, constantly searching for the girl who will finally make him understand the love songs he’s listened to his whole life. he’s painfully shy, which means he has a hard time approaching girls he’s interested in, and most girls don’t take the time to crack through his quiet exterior. with that being said, the girl who does end up with him for the long haul is in for a very loving relationship.

headcanons

around his friends, julian is the quintessential chaotic aries. he WILL set the kitchen on fire because he moves too quickly while cooking and will try to do backflips in the living room just to prove he can.

julian is a fantastic cook and a terrible baker, because he gets too distracted to properly follow directions. he’s also been a vegetarian since he was 13. his favorite food is his mom’s eggplant parmesan.

he has a small garden on the balcony of his apartment, where he’s trying to grow vegetables and flowers. he says hi to the bees that show up every morning and has names for all of them, even though he can’t tell them apart.

julian loves his music more than anything and tries to form deep, lasting connections with the fans of his band. he remembers every person he’s met and always tries to connect with people, even though it’s a bit draining for him as an introvert. he’s terrible at social media and has no idea how to work instagram live, but tries to do it anyway to connect with the fans.

julian will listen to anything and everything - kpop, death metal, folk, rap, the works. he drives his roommates up the wall by blaring music at all hours of the day.

he has a pit bull named belle that he adopted from the shelter. she’s his best friend. he also has four aunts, and was basically raised in an intersectionally feminist sex-positive witch coven. yep.

producing is julian’s biggest passion, followed closely by songwriting. he produces all of his band’s songs and enjoys collaborating with others on production. it’s the one area where he feels confident enough to be himself.

for someone so shy, julian is super comfortable with his sexuality and won’t stand for toxic masculinity. he and danny used to do drag, but he hasn’t had a ton of time for it recently. he is also very confident in the bedroom, which surprises a lot of people. hehe.

julian is a boxer. what stemmed from a need to defend himself turned into a genuine passion - it’s easy for him to turn his brain off and focus when he’s working out. that being said, you’ll only find him at the gym in the wee hours of the morning, when he doesn’t have to be around too many people. he is an introvert, after all :)

julian is dyslexic and has pretty terrible vision, so he needs glasses. he usually wears contacts, but the first girl to tell him she thinks he looks cute in his glasses will steal his heart.

#jukeboxintro #( intro ) #sorry I wrote so much there is SO MUCH to julian u guys will see #eeeeep

[neo-kajatrash]

Just wanted to draw the sweet warm hug Kalifax and Tiri shared. Here’s more sketches of them, too. (Kalifax belongs to me and Tiri belongs to @deezmo.)

If you want to read this part, it’s under the cut. It’s a roleplay between us two, so there might be errors/back and forth, etc.

(Here’s the song that goes with the excerpt)

Kalifax waited for a quiet moment with his hands on the ground and his feet out in front of him, just listening to the soft crackling of the fire and the birds in the trees and thinking about how lucky he was. He felt so much better not having to worry about being caught here, too... But something else came to his mind with the silence, and he thought of something as he stared up at the first star to appear in the deep blue sky.

"Y'know... a-about my s-stutter..." he finally said, still looking up at the sky. "Th-there's somethin' I c-can do to g-g-get rid of it."

He looked over at her with a more playful expression, ears perking and face warming up a little.

"...I-It disappears when I s-sing. N-not that I'm a g-good singer by any m-measure, but... M-makes it seem like I d-don't got a p-problem at all. Heh. D-do you ever sing?"

Slowly, a wider, slightly amused smile crept up on Tiri's face as Kalifax spoke and she couldn't help but stare at him. Her eyes twinkled with awe and she found herself really wanting to hear him sing.

"Really?! That's interesting, that is. Do you know why? And.. heh.. No.. I don't think I can sing very well actually. Though I've never really tried I suppose."

Tiri looked off into the fire with a small blush as she spoke of herself, but quickly looked back at the goblin next to her. Leaning into his side with a bit of a nudge, she hoped that he would oblige her.

"Sing for me then? Please? I'm curious to hear you."

Her expression softened a little more as she looked over at him. How amusing this all was to the gnome mage. Becoming friends with a used-to-be-homeless, petty thief of a goblin. It had barely been just over a month and she had already gotten to know him better than her peers.

Kalifax shook his head and let it drop, chuckling softly. He should have known she'd be asking him to sing.

"Nah, I d-don't really kn-know why... D-different part o'my m-m-mind, maybe. But uh... well I gu-guess I can't s-say no, can I. Hehe..."

He took a deep breath and tried to think of what to sing. There was a song that had been in his head recently, one he'd picked up from a busker about a year ago that he'd never forgotten. It was one of his favorites.

He took a deep breath and found he didn't really feel all that bashful over this. He knew he wasn't exactly a wonderful singer, but he could at least hit the notes. And if he was honest with himself, he did enjoy the act. It felt smoother and more natural than talking, and made him feel far less of a burden when he didn't have to worry about stuttering.

Sitting up a little straighter and crossing his legs, he rested his forearms on his knees and focused on the fire.

His singing voice was still in the same raspy way as usual, and he didn't try anything fancy with the tune--but it was almost surprisingly gentle and easy-sounding as the words fell from his mouth. It was simple but sweet... and the quiet pauses in the lyrics with no music seemed to only add to his song, as back in his mind the music the old busker played on his instrument was still fresh, practically strumming along with him like a ghost.

"When you're down, and troubled, and you need a helpin' hand...

And nothin', oh, nothin' is goin’ right...

Close your eyes, and think of me... and soon I will be there,

To brighten up even your darkest nights...

You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am,

I'll come runnin', to see you again...

Winter, spring, summer, or fall,

All you gotta do is call…

And I'll be there…

You've got a friend...

If the sky, above you... should turn dark, and full of clouds...

And that ol' north wind should begin to blow...

Keep your head together, and call my name out loud...

Soon I'll be knockin' upon your door...

You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am,

I'll come runnin', to see you again...

Winter, spring, summer, or fall,

All you gotta do is call…

And I'll... I'll..."

It took him a second to realize that his voice was wavering and trailing off, and his eyes prickled in the light of the campfire with the threat of tears. It suddenly hit him, that these lyrics he so admired for so long, wishing in vain that they could apply to him in some way... Now, they actually did. He felt like he could finally experience the song for what it was, something that meant so much more... And the thought that he and Tiri could really be true friends, counting on each other, made him more emotional than he was prepared for.

He covered his eyes with a hand and turned his head away, ears dropping as he was embarrassed that he obviously couldn't finish the song. It was all a little too much for him in this moment, and he needed some time to wrap his head around the fact that he was worlds away from the loneliness and struggles of the past.

"Ehh... s-s-sorry..." he said, voice cracking before he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "Ahem, uh... *sniff* I-I like th-that one. Heard it a l-long t-time ago."

Still facing away and wiping his wet eyes with the back of his hand, he tried to talk as if everything was fine.

"A-a-and what d-did I t-tell ya, no s-s-s... stutter. Heheh..." his chuckle was cut off by a soft sob that he cursed himself for, and he cleared his throat to try to hide it.

Staring into the fire and happy that Kalifax decided to oblige her, Tiri found herself closing her eyes as the soft song gently rang out in the darkening sky. It was so warm and comforting, full of promise and hope. She wondered if he had written it himself, or liked it because it sounded so positive.

It wasn't until his singing cut off with a waver, that she opened her eyes. Looking over at him with a concerned frown, she was still close enough to place a hand over his shoulder and so she did.

"Kal?"

Taking her hand away when he turned from her, covering his face, she grew even more worried. Why was he upset? Did the song mean that much to him? Did an old friend he no longer have, like Buck, used to sing that with him? It was impressive that he didn't stutter, but that wasn't what she was worrying about right now.

Her mind was a whirl of questions, none of which she felt were appropriate to ask of him right now and so she just did what she had done before. Shifting so the side of her body was now more fully pressing to his, Tiri wrapped her arms around him and gently pulled the sobbing goblin's head close. Her short arms over his shoulders with his head resting next to hers, the gnome felt her heart pang and mumbled before thinking.

"You've got to be the most loneliest person I have ever met.. But.. you no longer have to be, Kal."

Tilting her head and again, acting more on instinct before thinking, she gave his wrinkly, freckled cheek a kiss before nuzzling back into his neck with a murmur.

"You really do have a friend.."

Kalifax just hunched over a little more when she hugged him, feeling a mix of guilt and gratitude, and not really knowing what he could say to convince her that he was alright. But he wasn't expecting what she said, not to mention the sweet little kiss on his cheek. It was so different from anything he was used to, and he simply just didn't know how to feel or react. All he knew was that his face was warming up and his heart was beating faster--just at the thought that someone on Azeroth would have ever wanted to give him a kiss on the cheek.

His ears twitched and he looked at her almost guiltily with watery eyes. He tried to just shrug and smile at her, but it was plain that he was falling apart inside.

"Heh... uh... Th-th-thank you, I... *ahem* Th-th-that's the n-nicest thing anyone's ever... suh-said to m-me... Heh. heh... *sniff* S-sorry... I-I dunno what s-suddenly c-c-came over me."

His eyes started reflecting more fondness than hurt as he looked at her, and he lifted his hands to hold her again. This time he pulled her a little closer and hugged her tightly, careful not to hurt her little gnome body but still needing so much comfort from her. He tried to speak again, but all that came out was a sad, shaky huff. Putting one hand on the back of her head to feel her soft hair and leaning forward into her, he worried he might be going a little too far--but he just couldn't help it right now. It felt like he'd been waiting twenty-nine years to hug her tonight, and he didn't want to waste it. It just made him feel surprisingly much better about everything: if he could hold his new friend in his arms, and know that she wasn't going to push him away or blame him for something he didn't even remember doing. He truly hoped she really meant what she said, about being his friend. He really needed one.

"D-did ya l-like my... m-my singin'...?" he finally asked, sniffing again.

Taking in the sight of the sad goblin with a worried smile, Tiri was glad that he seemed to be crying happy tears. The more firmer hug confirmed it and she readily embraced him just as tightly. With her arms over his shoulders, she pressed her face into this side of his and his neck. Enjoying the warmth and feeling how he clung to her, made Tiri feel needed. Wanted. Like she was actually important.

Kalifax's rough yet gentle hand in her hair at the back of her head, sent a curious, tingling warmth spread through her chest. All the way down her spine and to her toes, it made her feel so happy and yet troubled at the same time.

Her own hands were moving along his back, one slid up the side of his neck. Letting her delicate, small fingers trace along his scarred, drooping ear, she hoped such a thing would help relax him as she had once heard that doing such a thing helps calm goblins. It took her a moment to realize he had even spoken, so enthralled by the warm embrace.

"Of course I did.. It was so.. calming and sounded so hopeful and.. and Kal? You never have to apologize for this.. the hugging and crying I mean. I don't mind it. Really."

Tiri let her small body lean into his. Practically almost in his lap now as he squeezed her, she was finding that she really was enjoying holding this sad goblin.

Kalifax tried to keep in a humorless, self-conscious chuckle, letting a tear fall over Tiri's back before he closed his eyes. His ear flicked and then relaxed when she touched it, and he couldn't help but tilt his head a little in that direction. Still holding her and feeling practically unable to let her go yet, he just mumbled another thanks and embarrassed apology. He was never like this, he thought--but maybe that was just it.

Finally he released his hold on her and shuffled back a little bit so he could wipe his eyes, ears pulled back and shoulders still stiff.

"D-d-don't mean ta b-be like this..." he said. "I-It just ain't a l-lot o' people I can... hug. Ahem... I-I'm g-glad ya liked the s-song. Heh..."

#kalifax #tiri #ocs #wow #world of warcraft #goblin #gnome #deezmo #fic #rp #^^'

[horanggae]

hi hi dear aera! (づ ◕‿◕ )づ

how have you been? sflr!! (i’ve been kinda busy with uni and work) it’s been a while since the last time I wrote you an ask (╥_╥) // are you getting assigned too much homework? how are your classes going? wishing you the best luck and success for uni!!

oh, after our conversations I could guess you’re from singapur or the philippines? (because of your english and mandarin?? + the dialect, don’t worry you don’t have to tell me yet but am I close?? haha) oh, i’m from north america but not from chicago, actually i’m not from the us! but i’m really close, you can still try to guess? (^_<) // yes, i just have one semester left! (for internship) and i’ll be free of college!! // no way, but you know some mandarin?? may I ask if your mom talks to you in mandarin? you’re so cool! you can speak three languages!! are you interested in learning a new one anytime soon?? (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

oh, work limitations? should i take this as another hint? :o, one year is nothing compared to a lifetime dear! it’s okay to take your time, i’m glad you got the chance to choose something that you wanted too!! (choosing a major can be pretty difficult, that also happened to me after completing high school) I bet you’ll do great during all your uni journey, i really really hope you achieve honours. ♡( ◡‿◡ )

you seem too excited about the playlist thing!! i’m glad you want me to create you another one ^^, sure! I’ll send it to you as soon as I have it ready ♡. for me, I would like any playlist you can create, a little suggestion could be a playlist with song recommendations (can be any songs, not only kpop) or based on a season!!

yes we are!! sometimes I feel like we just started talking yesterday, I still get really excited when I go into your blog to see any response because you’re always so nice and I love to read your responses ^^ // mmm, talking about my daily life?? lately I started to work out (just indoor cycling) but I’m pretty excited to see results even when I just started last week lol (also I find funny that the day I started to do cycling, gyu uploaded his cycling night photo on ig ^^) and another thing I have been doing lately is wakening up at 7:00 am because of work and not at 9/10am anymore.... // do you like to do exercise? are you a morning person? I would love to also know about any recent exciting thing in your daily life!! how is uni life for someone from south asia? I see you have to make a long trip to uni from your place (you prev mentioned a 2h trip?) is your uni campus huge? I thought all countries still had only online classes? feel free to answer with a lot or not too much text, I’m always looking forward to getting to know about you and your daily life. (◕‿◕)♡

wishing you a great sunny day!! remember to eat and sleep well!

–f🐯❤️.

hello f🐯❤️ it's okay, im swarmed with assignments as well! It's picking up its pace ㅠ ㅠ classes are okay, it's just the expectations ashdjdfkfl. Hbu how are things at uni for you? Your vacation is over so soon? Close! Around that area!! mhmm lemme guess a lil more, Mexico city?

no, my mom speaks to me in eng while my dad speaks to me in chi! But as I grew older, we switched to dialect as I picked up from hearing them converse with my aunts, uncles & cousins! 3 languages yet all of them are subpar (´ . .̫ . `) no, my brain capacity of language is at its limits •́ ‿ ,•̀ what about, what language(s) do you speak, spanish?

yeah that's a hint too hehe. I'm hoping I get through uni okay with at least a decent GPA </3 you're graduating pretty soon!!! Do you have any plans after uni? Yeah!! I wanna expand my playlist a bit more! I'll try to make a playlist on another post! Dw I'll tag caratanonevent3 so you can find it!

Waking up early feels really good....... Especially when you're well rested or you exercise straight after waking up. I can't say if I like it or not ahskdmflfl bc I get lazy at the thought of doing the exercises but when I do it that's a different story, however, when it comes to swimming I love it a lot!!! I'd do anything for it unless im swarmed with stuff or im tired! I'd like to think I'm a morning person bc i enjoy waking up early except my body clock is screwed so badly that my sleeping timing is really late ( ･ั﹏･ั)

Half the week I'm usually in campus for f2f lectures & tutorials, by the time I'm home, I'm ready to jump into bed (≧▽≦) but I'd have dinner, play a bit of game, reorganize my notes and unwind before bed! Recently though, I've opted to stay out a little later than usual instead of going straight home after lectures. Solo adventures are really comforting even when there's no destination in mind! I used to dislike going to places alone but now I like it so much I'm afraid it would further encourage me stop socializing and hanging out with my friends lmao (๑•﹏•) OHH AND, the libraries here are open again!!! So i might drop by one soon to borrow a book!! ( ꈍᴗꈍ) Yeah my uni is on the opp end of where I stay!! So now that it's covid, the travelling time is shorter, 1h30mins! The uni I'm enrolled in requires us to be in campus for classes and I very much prefer that than to zoom classes hehe. Feels like an invisible veil when we're not having physical classes and it feels very disconnecting to me. :-(

Sorry for the delay in the replies! Mentally feels like I'm drifting in and out ahsjsmflfl, sounds like it's really bad but dw it's not, it's just things that are fluctuating! I hope to chat with you very soon again :-( miss talking about anything and everything with you f🐯❤️ please stay safe and enjoy the lil vacation adventure you mentioned in the following ask!! Hear from you soon <3

Ps. I saw that the event has come to an end!!! But you can choose to reveal yourself or remain anonymous if you like bc idm. Either way, i don't think anything will change even if you reveal yourself bc it's comforting talking to you like this too hehe. THE Mysterious penpal carat anon F (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

#caratanonevent3

[pretty-idol-hell]

PriPara Summer Tour 2017: Osaka-pu!

I went to the Tokyo Live as well two weeks ago but I didn’t feel like talking about it as much. But I will now in comparison haha.

Wrote all of this on my phone last night but held off from posting it because I figured Tumblr wouldn’t do the cut right on mobile. Hopefully it’s not too jumbled.

When I got my ticket I originally thought I might be in the 2nd row. BuT it turns out I am dumb and can’t read because it said second FLOOR haha. But you know, that was good, because it was raised and I could see the whole stage this time. (The floor below was all the same and people were standing so I still probably wouldn’t have been able to see.) In Tokyo I could see like… a small keyhole window of the stage if I stood on my toes. Here the worst I had to deal with was the guy who wore Pikachu ears the entire…. time… but anyway!!!

This one was also better than Tokyo because the middle talk sections were a bit more polished. I feel like they took a few ideas they had then and ran with them.

For example, in Tokyo they teased about how iRis members voice the managers (Shion = Punicorn, Mirei = Chupe, Dorothy = Pitsuji) but this time they actually did a whole segment on them. Chupe was interviewed about what he thought of Osaka-pu, and Reona’s translation included that he wanted to see “the yellow guys over yonder”. (The Minions across the street at Universal Studios Japan oh lord haha.) Punicorn did a perfect impression of eating hot takoyaki. And Pitsuji’s Osaka-themed question was “Express your love for Reona!” The meaning of this was not clear until the Azuki got into an agument with the Pitsuji plushie as Dorothy. Reona: “Wow Dorothy, your Pitsuji impression is so good!”

There was also a totally new segment in Osaka after Yui, Michiru, and Nino introduced the merch. Yui suddenly tells Michiru and Nino to buy time as she runs off the stage. One of them suggests they should do “manzai” (if you don’t know what that is, remember Serenon from Pretty Rhythm) and the crowd is like “YEAH!!!” and then they are like “No it’s not a good idea to do it for real this time.” The way they said this strongly suggested any of the following is likely true:

1.) They actually planned to do manzai.

2.) It went really bad in practice.

3.) They decided never to do it again.

4.) I am totally sure that’s what happened.

So Yui finally comes out again pulling a similar cart she did in the Pokkaido episode filled with a big bag of rice and a blow up bale of hay. Nino in character takes the rice away from Yui. They mention the whole cart was full of rice but it was too heavy to pull so they went with the pool toy. Hahah. So! Yui announces they are giving away free rice to 5 people in the audience, call 5 seat numbers and tell them they can pick it up in the lobby. As far as I know those people got to take home honest to god giant bags of rice.

So about the actual performances.

Wasuta was the opening act both times! In addition to Just Be Yourself they also covered Let’s Go PriPara and Hello Hello Friends. No original songs. They are cute but I don’t have a favorite so I never know what color to use. The one wearing purple said she was from Aichi so I changed to purple though.

Okay sorry I am going to keep referring to the main voice actresses mostly by their character names sorry. I DO know they are real people with lives outside of PriPara, but they were in character for this show. (…also I don’t know their fan nicknames.)

Everyone who was at the Tokyo one did the same songs they did in the afternoon performance in Tokyo. Except for one big change. Non Sugar did not come to Osaka… but instead we got Falulu to conplete Tricolore. So instead of Sugarless Friend we got to hear Mon Chou Chou. And instead of Kono Uta To Mareihi and Jun Amore Ai we got to hear NEO DIMENSION GO AHHHHHHHHHHHH they went right into it from Mon Chou Chou and my mouth dropped. Mirei got to sing her movie song so I should have figured but it took me totally by surprise. (Haha I just realized in writing this that there was one less song so that’s where the Yui rice thing came in probably haha.)

I don’t know what Falulu’s outfit was supposed to be. It was this red and white thing that Falulu the anime character has never worn before. (Maybe it was made for the Christmas Live or something.) Yui’s CR looked even better than I remembered. Her outfit is the only one that really, truely looks just about as good as the arcade haha.

Yui seemed really nervous during her solo though. I don’t remember if she was last time. She’s so good though. Towards the end they threw out balls with signatures on them or something while singing the Idol Time ED, and she like… either threw it to the wrong place or hit someone or someone because she was like “UaWah!” into the mic as Yui during the song IT WAS SO CUTE hahah. I hope that makes the DVD.

Nino kinda had a difficult time as well. She was the only performance with back-up dancers. But I mean, I would be scared to be on the stage alone for my first performance too so I don’t blame her. (She said later that Nino was unlike any character she had ever voiced before and she was worried about being able to make it to the end! ) I think she also sung the least too… um, for the three new girls they didn’t lip-sync totally, but they did the thing where they just play the song and they sing along when they can. This is not uncommon. Dancing and singing at the same time is damn hard. I get it. I still enjoyed their performances a lot. 

But they made it super obvious by having Yui and Nino shout out “Making Drama Switch On!” while the song vocal track was still playing and I couldn’t help feeling kinda bad for them… Oh well.

The senpais were all singing live though, I am pretty sure. SoLaMi Dressing sang a couple songs with a live band even!!! They are so good ahhh!!!!

About colors for the new girls, the consensus seems to be that Yui is yellow, Nino is green, Michiru is purple. I wish Yui could be pink, but that is Laala… so…

Michiru seemed slightly sassier than last time. I guess she realized at the Tokyo one that her character is really popular hehe. Both times she was very DEKIRUDEKIRUDEKIRU never breaking idol character.

Everyone was super happy to be in Osaka. Especially Mirei, since Osaka-pu is her territory. SoLaMi Smile also performed Triangle Star in Osaka-pu in the movie and now they got to do it for real!!! This lead into a conversation about how this is their first live concert since becoming Kami Idols, and as they hugged each other the camera panned to show Dressing Pafe (PARTICULARLY DOROTHY) looking very sulky hahahah ha ha.

Shion was happy to perform with Dressing Pafe since she hasn’t been on the anime much (well she is, just in a more “lovely” form as she described it [Punicorn]). This lead to Dorothy in character complaining and tsun-ing about Shion not being around.

Dorothy also totally forgot they performed recently in the Pendai episode and Reona corrected her gently. Every time I see them Dorothy is always messing her speech up and Reona is correcting her/calming her down and it never looks staged AT ALL.

Yui was also super happy to be in Osaka since she is from Kansai originally and it was her dream to return to perform. She said our “CHIKUTAKU CHIKUTAKU” was better than Tokyo’s eheh. (…Truth is it’s probably like half the same people though hahah.)

But you know what we didn’t do better at than Tokyo? Keeping those damn watermelon beach balls in the audience during Tondemo Summer Adventure. They kept getting hit back to the stage. Dorothy and Reona kept flopping over on them and throwing them back in WHILE STILL SINGING hahaha before Reona gave up and threw one of them backstage.

One of the biggest highlights both times was everyone singing the Idol Time ending as a finale. It’s definitely the best anime ending I think and makes an amazing live song because you get to “WAKU WAKU” “CHIKU TAKU” “SAIKOU NA HAPPY!!!!!” I want them to record the all character version...

I still have kind of mixed feelings about how I feel about real life idol concerts haha. But moments like that do make it seem worth it.

#pripara #pripara tour #pripara live

[j-wonwootrash]

Vernon || Earphones On

Word count: 4.3k Genre: Fluff, HighSchool!au, Romance, Slice of Life, slight drama A/N: Going for another AU with Vernon! Please DM me if your want requests! ^^ or post on my wall for drabbles! 

“How stupid.”

———

To you, he was your new school mate. To you, he was just some average guy who’s seemingly popular. To you, he was just a teenage boy who enjoys music than he enjoys studies. To you, he only saw you as a friend.

Hi-Bye friend, to be precise. You were just a normal student trying the very best to do good in studies and get into university. You wanted to at least enjoy school life before graduating high school. That was your aim, well honestly? You want to level up your confidence to talk to Hansol Vernon Chwe. 

It wasn’t like you gave out any weird vibe to the students in your school, they don’t hate you at all. You just stand out so much everyone had their eyes on you, making it harder for them to approach you, let alone starting a conversation.

Why you ask? You always had earphones on. Due to childhood trauma; kindergarten- you decided to isolate yourself from the world- the world of negativity, the world of unfairness, the world of bullying, that is. Your self-esteem have lowered, much more than any person could imagine.

“Y/N has something strange plugged in her ear!” “What is that??” “Don’t you know what that means?? She can’t hear properly.” “I heard it’s like she hears bees all the time!” “Ooh! Bzz bzz”

All the more you thought it wouldn’t take a toll on you, you ignored these ‘bullies’ and lived your life the way you do until now. Except you tend not to show anyone other than your expressionless face.

This year you checked the name list of students who’d be in the same class. With your hands in the pockets of your school blazer, fiddling the music pod for the song you desire to listen. You memorized the song list by heart even if the pod’s button-less, touch-screen. Light hums escaped your lips as the melody of the song began to play.

Words I can never hear from you, yeah. I remember your words, whoa. Telling me just to stay by your side. Why does my wounded heart keep searching for you? Why am I the only one in pain? Why do I miss you all day like this again?

It was funny how you don’t get caught by homeroom teachers when you use electronics. Moreover, it seems like they don’t really mind. They look at it as a helping element for concentration in studying. As long as you keep up with your grades, they wouldn’t confiscate it.

Your found yourself getting closer to the board, your fingertips touching the new printed paper. Searching for your name- no wait, his name, came under the section of class 2. Soon after you found yours, just at the next column. You smiled a little for a while, only to be swept away by the two words: Class 3. 

Shoot. It was so close. Well literally your classrooms are, but you felt a bit of disappointment for not being classmates with him again this year. You sighed and pouted, not noticing your friend already giggling at the face you made.

“I never knew you could make such expressions, Y/N.” Yewon slightly pushed you from the side. “You rarely show us any.”

“Oh Yewon, you’re here.” You took out your right earphone bud. “That’s kinda mean, I have feelings too.”

“Yes I know you have a good heart.” She eye-smiled, like she always does. “Shall we go? Let’s be seatmates.”

“Likewise.” You smiled, making Yewon giggle again.

“You should smile often. It suits you.” She skipped and hop beside you as you both headed to the classroom. Thinking about her compliment, you agreed to express more. It’s not gonna ruin you, right?

———

The homeroom period ended with the promotions of clubs and societies, as well as their sign-ups. You didn’t know which club to join, so you left the deciding for tomorrow. It was already lunchtime and you weren’t that hungry anyway. 

The school recently renovated the classrooms with new tiles and wider windows; everything felt brand new despite studying there for a year. Your seat was the beside the corridor, meaning you could be able to ‘concentrate’ with all the noise that passes by. What is worse was that these ‘wide windows’ didn’t have curtains, even when you sit down, you’re still seen from the outside. You sighed as you slide the window sideways, resting your hand on the little vanity attached to the window.

“Air-conditioned schools sure are nice to be in.” You said to yourself. Again, you played your song list, continuing the song that was interrupted earlier. You enjoyed the view across from your classroom, where you imagined the sounds of the crashing leaves from the trees. When everything was calm and so was your inner soul, you closed your eyes, listening to the melody of the song. 

“Vernon-ah! Wait up!” Seungkwan called the boy, running to catch up to him.

“No way I’m gonna join with you in the school play!” He laughed as he ran so swiftly without bumping to anyone in the corridor. “Oops- Sorry- Excuse me ladies.” He said, earning a giddy reactions from the girls.

“Come on! It’ll be fun! Woozi-hyung will be the composer!” The latter breathed heavily.

The beats of the song soon came to an end when you heard laughter and screams you assume the people making those are close by. You ignored it and continued to appreciate nature.

Vernon passed by many classrooms, still running away from Seungkwan. “Fine I’ll join you if you’re able to catch me!” He looked back at the boy, already meters away from him. Seeing this happen, he cheered. “Yes! You’ll have to convince me for another year, Kwannie!”

You brought out your music pod, sighing again because it was nearly dying. You felt a boy brushing pass in front of you, making you startled. You were happy your earphones were still on but your pod left your grasp, crashed and stepped on, by a guy you never thought would break it.

“Oh my g- I’m so sorry! I’ll make it up to you!” Vernon panicked as little shattered pieces of your pod soon became many. He picked it up and handed it you, cheeks tinted pink from the obvious fault. He looked at you, who was not giving any emotions at all. 

“I’ll pay for the damage!” He bowed as he waited for an answer, hoping you won’t be mad.

“It still works.. Don’t worry.” You said so softly only Vernon could hear it. 

Vernon looked up to you and he had a surprised look on his face. “Really?”

Before your face flushed with hot blood and pure embarrassment that will result in a bright red color, he grabbed the other half of the earphone and plugged it in his ear. “Whoa it still does work!” This is great!”

Like a movie, there were usually the ‘slow-mo’. And you thought maybe this was where and when it actually happens. He’s in front of me right now. He’s freaking being is in front of me! How should I react? You held your breath as you saw his grin slowly turn into a smile. Gosh you’d be lying to yourself if you say you weren’t feeling giddy. 

“T-the screen’s may be cracked but there’s no internal damage to it. Just the external..” You filled your cheeks with air and eventually turned into a bubble, glancing from side to side. You see some of the girls staring at you and Vernon, wondering how you got his attention and not theirs. 

“I know this song. I’m glad to know someone else listens to this. Not a lot of my friends know this, not to mention a girl. Hehe.” He touched the earphone to listen to it carefully.

You heard Seungkwan’s voice echoing in the corridor. “Vernon!!” The boy heard his friend and took off your earphone. “Oops. gotta go! Catch ya later. Miss..?”

You remained emotionless but happy inside since he asked for your name. “Call me Y/N.”

“Y/N.. Class 3.” Vernon repeated your tone as he trailed off. “I’ll remember you.”

You nodded and he left, skipping and later running as Seungkwan tried to catch him.

“Catch ya later” he said. Will you see him any sooner? Because for sure you heard your mind says no but your heart says yes.

———

Lunch break came and you walked around the cafeteria, searching for a place to sit. Yewon couldn’t make it to lunch since she has a meeting to attend. You’re all alone and you didn’t mind because you’re used to it. As you sat down, you checked your phone, scrolling through social media. You giggle inside as you watched short clips and funny memes.

A finger tapped the table, stopping your enjoyment. “May I join you Y/N?” Recognizing the voice, you looked up so fast just as your heart beats for him. Vernon was in front of you again. You tried to keep a stoic face on as possible, in case he notices your feelings for him. He sat down, smiling. You wondered why he could smile all the time. 

It was awkward. You thought it wasn’t. Stares started to build up, along with whispers. Again you felt your self-esteem started to lower. To break the silence, he started the conversation. “Seems like we got an audience.”

You gulped as he grinned, munching on his burger and fries. You agreed and decided to talk to him. But as you looked around, these ‘girls’ were giving you gritted teeth and stares that were as sharp as a knife, making you sweat a little. Instead of wanting to talk to Vernon or talk to him in a friendly manner, you spit out words you never thought you’d say.

“Don’t talk to someone like me. If you do, I’ll ruin your reputation.” You placed down your drink after sipping it.

“How stupid.” He paused. “I don’t care how people perceive you.” He smiled once again. When he looked at you, he couldn’t help but wonder why you had earphones on. It was almost as if you couldn’t spend the day without them. “Can I ask you something?”

Once he received a nod from you, he took a last bite from his food. “Do you love music?”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Of course I do. I listen to them all the time.“ You pointed your earphones. “Why do you think I always have them on?” You wiped your mouth with a tissue. “And besides, to me music is a childhood liking.” 

“Childhood liking indeed. But is it to the point where you can’t take them off? I’ve never seen you remove them.” You paused at his accurate observation. “You’ve been observant. Well it’s because..” Should I tell him or not? Whatever you rarely get a handsome boy asking you about your life. Not entirely though. 

“It’s a childhood trauma, actually.“ You forced a smile, trying not to remember the painful memories that hooked your heart for life. ”You’re looking at 1 of 10 people who has a rare hearing disease. Hearing aids make me uncomfortable. I thought earphones could be a good alternative. Y’know, escaping the world.“ 

Vernon’s heart ached as he try to understand and he sympathizes you. “Whoever bullied you before should get a life. Having it doesn’t make you different, it makes you a little more special.” 

You giggled at his comment, and he blushed a little at your voice. “Hahaha. Thanks for the comfort and encouragement, Vernon.” 

“Anytime.” He folded his arms as he continue to admire you. Have you been this cute? He thought. You rarely smile and seeing you like this made him want you to show more sides of you.

He remembered something and wanted you to come along. He gestured you to follow him. When you insisted on not going, he grabbed your wrists and pulled you out of your seat. 

The girls in the cafeteria started to murmur and whispers filled the air. 

“She made him to use her earphones and now they’re holding hands?!”  “They don’t suit each other. Seriously!” “He should be everyone’s!”  “Poor Vernon. She should be ashamed!“ 

Hearing them made you feel bad, but the grip Vernon did told you that everything will be fine. 

He turned around to face you, giving a light peck on your cheek. “Don’t mind me doing this. It’s just to keep the girls off you. They’ve been at you since we met earlier at your classroom.“ He whispered to your ear. 

“Wait wha-?“ You looked at him, eyes so wide you feel like they’ll pop anytime soon. He’s that observant?? His hand pulling you behind his back tells you to stay with him. You realize you have no idea where he’d be taking you. 

“Where are we going? Where are you taking me?“ You asked as you both walked faster. 

“As you can see, you’re coming with me; Unless you have a problem with that?” 

“N-Nothing..“ You confessed. “It’s just so sudden. Y-you.. making a move so quickly.” 

He turned around from time to time to check if you were okay. “At times like this I knew I had to make a move.” The smile on his face assured you to trust him on this one. 

Once you reached the music room, you were taken aback a bit. There were 12 other guys and 6 girls looking at your way. 

You tilted your head. What’s going on?

“Woozi has great instincts to anyone his ears hears. And apparently he heard hers. It’s definitely her.” You heard Seungcheol, the one in jet black hair.

“You heard my voice without knowing who I am.” You blurted out. Oh man did I just say it out loud?

“Your identity…” Woozi spoke up, pointing to your earphones. “It’s not hard to find you, honestly speaking.”

———

“Alright alright I’ll agree to join as Vernon’s duet.” You gave a slight irritated look. “Just this once, it’ll be my first and last. Okay?” It didn’t feel like you were obligated to it nor you were forced to join their play, it was only to change your reputation as the odd one out, and to keep the girls off you.

“Thanks Y/N. We’ll be needing you big time.” Woozi gave you pat in the back.

“The duet we’ll be performing is a song I wrote.” He gave you sheets of paper. “It’s called ‘Sickness’. Most of it will be in rap but this is where you come up.” He grabbed your now cracked music pod and plugged your earphones into this laptop, later wearing the other half. 

You nodded as you slowly absorb the tune and melody. Vernon started rapping. The clear lyrics he spoke were so right, they were as if they relate to you, no, it’s as if they were for you. Sitting there as the other practice choreography and acting, tears fell as you listen to Vernon.

Where did it go wrong? I keep asking myself “Who can I blame?” Is there even a person to blame from the start? This problem isn’t anyone’s fault But maybe it’s me for acting however I wanted I wanna go back, back to the days When things were simple Before any of the things I regret happened I wanna go back and make things new I wanna see a me that’s different from now A me who is not miserable anymore Who is not alone anymore But the me right now is miserable and alone But the past is the past and I know I can’t go back

Suddenly, nothing remains around me I wanna erase the past But those things made me now Unerasable memories make me ache

“So what do you think? Pretty easy right?” He looked at you who’s paper’s now drenched with tears. “Oh my go- Y/N?? What’s wrong?” Without a word, you left the room. 

“Vernon what happened?” Joshua came to boy. 

“I-I don’t know.. I was just rapping and telling her parts and the next thing I saw she’s crying.”

“Maybe she’s just tired and pressured. Give her a rest.”

Vernon couldn’t keep calm, he wondered if he had done something to make you feel this way. He ran to chase you, but he couldn’t find you anywhere. He got a paper and pen, and put into the gaps of your locker.

———

Hours turned to days and days turned to weeks. You haven’t showed up for practice and you were feeling guilty of it. Why did I run away? I shouldn’t have. You slopped yourself onto your desk.

Yewon came and hit you on the shoulder. “Yah how long are you going to keep this act up? Vernon can’t stop bugging me about you. You have to see him.”

“I don’t want to and I can’t..” You whined. 

“..can’t face him?” Yewon sat you up. “That was a stupid move! I can tell you like him! It was your chance of getting to know him and you blew it off! Out of all girls, he chose to talk to you, not to mention being his partner for the play.”

“I don’t like him!” You butt back, pointing the fork to her. “I don’t.”

“Really now? You’re denying it after I’ve seen your behavior when he’s around?” She smiled. “Let’s see. You hide behind me when you see him in the hall. You pretend to sleep when you caught him looking at you. You divert your walk when run into him in the cafeteria. And you give little peeks in the practice room twice a week after school at 4!”

Your eyes widened at her as a meatball fell from your fork. “And who told me that she doesn’t like Vernon? Ah I know.. You.” Yewon bowed as she expected a clap from you.

“For a stoic, statue, emotionless person like me, you’ve done your research well.” You continued eating.

“It’s an obvious fact of a girl in love. We girls tend to do so many ways to avoid the boy we like.”

You got up from your desk and walked to the wall of lockers. “Stop it.”

“Admit it Y/N! I’m correct!” She chased after you.

“Ugh, what if I am?” You turned the codes of your locker. “It doesn’t change the fact I ran away from him!” Taking the books for the next class you saw a paper fell. “What’s this?”

You unfolded the paper and see numbers you didn’t expect to have. “Ugh Yewon.. What did I do to deserve his kindness? He’s kind but sly.”

“No actually I think he’s clever to do that. He reached out to you. It’s your loss if you didn’t. If I were you, I’d contact him after school.”

———

You stared at the note Vernon gave you.

|| Y/N, I won’t invade your feelings and I’m sorry if I hurt you, though I’m not sure if I did. I’ll understand if you don’t want to talk in person. I’m okay with it but, here’s my number in case you didn’t change your mind. xxxxxxxxxxxxx. ~ Vernon

I shouldn’t call him. I’m too embarrassed. You decided to text him instead. Gathering up your courage, you clenched on to the note as you began typing his number and message. 

Vernon stayed in the room, continually listening to the song, on repeat. With the boys doing their own thing, he only lay there.

He felt his phone vibrate, hoping it would be his little sister. Instead, he saw you name. “Y/N..” He said your name in a whisper. 

|| Y/N: Hi Vernon.. Got your number.. Yay? *smile emoji* - 16:08

Vernon sat up vigorously, making the boys look at him in a weird way. “Crap guys, she messaged me.” He covered his lower half of face with his palm, trying not to show his friends how red he was.

“Yah those who bet Y/N would not text him back, give me your money!” Dokyeom stood up, gesturing to the ‘losers’.

“Took her long enough.” Jeonghan grinned in evil, elbowing Dokyeom in way of winning.

Vernon smiled at his phone, sending you a message. 

Vernon: Hey Y/N! I waited for your message/call for weeks. *puppy sticker*. Btw, this puppy looks like you. - 16:08

You didn’t know how fast he would reply or how you will message back. In fact you still feel embarrassed that you ran away.

Y/N: Woof woof? - 16:09

He chuckled at your reply. Pfft hahaha. She’s so cute. He thought.

Vernon: Meet me at the practice room. I’ll be here. - 16:10

———

You ran to the practice room, deciding from now on you’d be giving your time to the short play. Sliding the door of the studio, you see Vernon, alone, rapping his lines. He’s good as always. 

Slowly you walked behind him, but the music blasted his earphones so loud, you could hear your part coming in.

If I hold onto you, you fling me off Even if I shed tears, you don’t say a thing In your eyes that look at me I see my late regret, it hurts

Vernon got startled as he heard your voice resonating the acoustic-built room. He hasn’t heard your voice, so you standing in front of him got his mouth agape. “I’m here..” You smiled as you shrugged your shoulders.

He didn’t know how to react. The you everyone else hasn’t seen, he saw it- that smile. He felt like the person should be protecting you is him. You’re expressionless attitude got him curious and the more you show him sides of you, he can’t help but fall in love. 

“Is there something wrong?” 

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Vernon smiled. He didn’t know why his heart feels this way when you were around. His chest tends to compress in all kinds of levels, even if he saw you at a distance during your avoidance to him. 

“Can we practice my part again? I haven’t warmed up.” You scratch your neck. With Vernon, you’re completely at peace. Completely yourself. I think I like him. 

You stared at his eyelashes, his hazelnut brown eyes. “I wonder when it was.. That you became such an important part in my life..” he whispered.

“Maybe since you kissed me on the forehead?” 

You snapped back to reality. Again did I say it out loud??

“Don’t worry, I was wondering the same thing too.” He smiled at you, getting the same response from you.

Ah.. She smiled again.. And my heart’s acting weird when she’s here. He held his chest, and tapped it. 

“My boy Vernon, tell her you like her!” Mingyu hissed softly as Wonwoo covered his mouth, careful not to expose the boys’ hiding, especially in a cramped room. They peeked through the window and curtains.

“Vernon, I’m sorry.” You started, making the boys in the back room panic. 

“Oh my gosh is Vernon getting rejected??” “This will be lit!” “Hurry and record it!” “Calm down guys she might not be rejecting him.” “Shut it Woozi you’re such a moment-breaker.” “I was stating the fac- HEY!”

Vernon remained quiet as he listens to you. “I’m really sorry.. That I ran away. I was so selfish and only thought of myself. The song you wrote it’s good I like it but I can’t help but think it was for me and-”

“Forgiven.” You look up to him, eyes glistening from the sunlight outside. “It was a coincidence, that the lyrics matched with your condition. In fact, if the song touches you, it’s just a reminder for me that I did a great job.”

You gulped at his words. “You’re not angry?”

“There’s no reason for me to be.” There he smiled again. “I think I finally understood girls, now that I-”

Your body went ahead of your mind and heart. You hugged him. “I’m glad I’m not troublesome.” Letting go of him, you giggled as you looked at the boy you had your eyes on since. 

“Oh my go- They hugged!” “My boy has grown! I ship it!” “Does this mean we’re Y/N’s brother-in-laws??” “Calm down guys it’s just a simple friendly hug, nothing more.” “Shut up Woozi you’re a such a bad shipper.” “You’re all so dense why can’t you- HEY!”

“Can you stop?” Vernon’s voice grew deep. Your heart beat faster than norm. “Can you stop for a while? You showed me different sides of you all at once. At this rate my heart is going to explode, I don’t think-”

“Then let it explode.” You said straight forwardly, not looking at him. “I know my face is red, please don’t make it more red..” Agh why are we at the point of confessing?

“I think I like you.” Vernon said softly. “If you’ll return my feelings, I’ll leave the right earphone for you. If not, I think I can handle the outcome.” He turned around and hit the play button of the duet song.

“Isn’t the answer obvious?” You said as you took his earphone, sitting next to him. You can feel Vernon tense up a little when you rested on his shoulder.

“I think I like you too.” You giggled.

At this point, you heard laughter and cheers, slowly echoing the room. “Alright those who bet that Vernon and Y/N won’t end up together, give me your money!” Dokyeom yelled. “Ugh why do you always win??” Dino whined. “Bets like these should be done from the heart.” Dokyeom said as he hit his chest with his balled fists. “That’s so cringey!” “Get away!” “Yahh!”

You didn’t bother with all the sounds and noises because all you thought was you’ve achieved your aim- enjoy high school and talk to the boy name Hansol Vernon Chwe. 

Right now all you cared about was the boy beside you, who’s sharing you his earphones.

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(W)rapped Around Her Finger (pt 2)

A/N: I had such a hard time writing this, and I rewrote this like multiple times but this was the best I could do and for that i’m sorry. I had such a hard time making J-hope look like a douche. He’s such a cutie! Hopefully you all like this little series. I had fun writing~

Thank you for requesting and I would love to write more for people! Send in your requests~ I just don’t write smut hehe.

Request: can i request a yoongi or jhope fanfic? im not creative maybe where you’re both famous rappers and he has a huge crush on you i cant think of a plot (sorry) so surprise me! :) but i would like angst and fluff :)) thank you in advance if you decide to do it!! 💕💕

Part 1

pairing: j-hope x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

You felt like life was set for you. You were truly happy with where you were in life. Your career was great and you realized that while you were happy now, there was still a lot you wanted to do for yourself. Being in a group full of talented girls, you were never sure if you were as talented as them, but Hoseok kept reminding you that you were.

He made you feel complete and at ease in the business and you were beyond thankful for him being your best friend.

Hoseok meanwhile was terrified of how close you two were getting. Management didn’t want anyone from either groups dating, but that wasn’t what scared him the most. Even if were to go against the company and secretly date, he wasn’t sure you felt the same way he did. He knew that you considered him a good friend, but he felt like that’s all he could ever be for you.

One day, Bang PD called you into his office, but only you alone. You thought he was going to sack you, but to your surprise, he opened up a new door.

“I know that being in a girl group isn’t what you signed up for. It seems like all the other girls are off doing some sort of solo promotions, but you don’t really seem all that interested in acting or things like that. I want to know how you feel about releasing a single...by yourself...” he asked, trying to comprehend the expression on your face.

“Yes! Yes!! A million times yes!” you say excitedly, jumping up in your chair.

Bang PD laughs along with you. “Well then, I’m giving you the freedom to choose your own concept. I’m expecting big things, Y/N” he said. 

You could barely contain your excitement. “Thank you PD-nim! Thank you so much” you said as you excused yourself from his office.

After your initial meeting with Bang PD, it was later determined that someone should feature in your title song. Since you had the freedom to do what you wanted with your music, you were allowed to pick. Most people thought you would pick someone from your group but to everyone’s surprise, you had asked Hoseok. And to surprise everyone further, he said yes in a heartbeat.

“Are you sure you want me to feature? Would I be ok?” he had asked you multiple times. Hoseok was going to be dancing alongside you for most of the song and even rap a few lines during the 2nd verse.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way” you had told him back. And it was true. You wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. 

After the song was produced, you and Hoseok spent hours a day in the dance practice rooms. There was something about watching him dance that made your heart flutter, but you pushed those feelings aside. You scolded yourself for being distracted during such an important time. 

There were quite a few moments in the song where Hoseok would hold you, and you felt your heart race. Why am I feeling like this?? 

You became very conscious of every move you made, every note you sang, and every verse you rapped when you were in his presence. It was so important to not mess up in front of him, but of course you made many mistakes while trying not to.

“It’s fine, don’t let the nerves get to you” he reassured. Was it the nerves.... or was it him?

“Hyung, you’re always spending time with Y/N!” Taehyung complained as he walked into the dorms one night.

“You know we’re busy Taehyung” he said, wiping the sweat off of his face.

“When is the song debuting anyways? We’re starting our Korea tour soon too” Jungkook chimed in.

“It’s next week and we promote on shows for just a few weeks. Her promotions and our tour dates don’t collide don’t worry” Hoseok reassured the group.

“Hyung, just ask her out already. It’s obvious you’re in love with her” Jimin said suddenly.

“W-What” Hoseok said, shocked.

“It’s so obvious!! What do you mean what? You just melt everytime you see her” Jimin said, teasingly.

It had angered Hoseok for some reason though. “That’s not true, I don’t just melt” Hoseok said in a mocking tone.

“Oh please, you become like this soggy noodle when you see her. It’s kinda gross. Just ask her out already, we want the old Hoseok back” said Jimin jokingly.

Hoseok had heard enough. He didn’t think that he changed so much after meeting you and he didn’t want his band members to think of him like that.

The next day at practice, you noticed that Hoseok was being a little distant from you. He wasn’t his usual happy self, and it kind of sucked seeing him like that. You had asked him if anything was bothering him, but he just brushed it off. You had been wanting to treat him to dinner for a while as a small thank you and you knew that you both had time tonight.

“Hey, want to grab some dinner today after practice? My treat! I just wanted to give a small thank you for all of this” you said shyly.

You saw his face light up for a second before it fell again. “Uh, I was actually just going to hang out with the guys today. Maybe another time” he said, as he began packing things into his bag.

“oh..yeah. No problem. I’ll see you tomorrow”

The last few of days of practice were boring as Hoseok seemed different, but you still plowed through the choreo and you were finally set to perform.

You were sad that Hoseok seemed different and you were beginning to wonder if you had anything to do with it? “Did I do something” you said aloud as he left the practice room again, once again rejecting your offer to dinner.

Instead, you called a few of the girls and asked if they wanted to eat. The entire was group was busy, so it was hard seeing them even if you all lived together. But to your surprise, a few of the girls were free tonight and ha agreed to have dinner.

As you all headed to a small restaurant close to your dorms, you saw a group of seven boys sitting by the window.  You could hear their laughter from outside and one voice clearly stuck out to you. You opened the door and immediately see all seven boys sitting and enjoying their dinner. 

Your friends say hi to them and drag you along with them. Hoseok’s smile drops upon seeing you and you feel your heart drop a little. You excuse yourself and the girls and get a table of your own. As you eat, you can’t help but notice how Hoseok is his same bubbly self in front of the boys, so obviously it means that he’s upset with you for some reason. But you don’t know why and it killed you. And you were too scared to ask too. Somehow you finished before the boys and headed back to the dorms in a slump.

The day was finally here. You had released your mini album and it was taking over music charts left and right, much to your surprise. People praised you for your talent and while you were so happy, you felt slightly overwhelmed at performing live. 

As it was your turn, you felt like you were going to pass out from the nerves. Although you performed on stage multiple times, you were scared about standing alone. But then you remembered that you had Hoseok with you, and even though things weren’t so great between you two anymore, he was still there for you to rely on.

The performance went by in a blur, but apparently, you had done well. The fans cheered for you loudly, and you almost teared up from their reaction. As you walked off stage, you felt so happy that you couldn’t contain your actions. You jumped around and without thinking, you gave Hoseok a big hug, thanking him for everything. 

You could feel him tense at your gesture, and you immediately let go. “Great Job, Y/N” he said as he gave you a small smile. You weren’t sure because of the lighting, but you thought you saw him blush. 

After the show was over, you went back to your dressing room where you were met with the bangtan guys. They congratulated you and Hoseok for a wonderful performance and some of the guys even handed you a bouquet.

After a few minutes, a staff member entered your dressing room to call you out for an interview. “Y/N-yah! Hurry up, we’ll treat you to dinner” said Jin as you stood up from your chair.

“Wah, really? I’m looking forward to it, oppa! I’ll be back soon!” You said, excitedly skipping to the door.

The interview was rather short thankfully and you thanked the interviewer before heading back to the dressing room. You were excited for dinner, and felt like maybe things were going to be okay with Hoseok again, or at least you could talk about it.

As you approached your door, you saw that it was slightly open. You placed your hand on the knob, about to open it when you heard your name being mentioned inside. 

“Hyung, you and Y/N performed well today!” you heard Jungkook say and you felt a smile creep up on your face. You knew it was bad to eavesdrop, but you wanted to fuel your ego just a bit more today. You thought you deserved it.

“Hhm” was all Hoseok said.

“Why, did you not think so?” asked Namjoon

“I guess it was alright” Hoseok continued.

“Just alright? Weren’t you excited to do this?” Jin asks

“Me? Not really. I didn’t want to do it in the first place. Bang PD had asked me multiple times and thats why I had said yes. I just needed something to fill in time before the tour started I guess.” Hoseok says, nonchalantly. 

You could feel the tears start to form in your eyes. He didn’t really mean that, did he?

“Wait what, you’re kidding right?” Yoongi asked.

“No, I’m really not. I figured it would be a good way to pass time, but it’s just been pretty boring as of recently. I thought she had some potential as a hoobae, but I guess I was wrong. She’s nothings special.” Hoseok said.

“Hyung...you don’t mean that, do you?” Jimin asked, all playfulness gone from his voice.

“Yes, I do mean that. Why do you think I’m joking? Look, I’m just glad we only promote for a little bit more. It’s kind of embarrassing to be on stage with such a rookie. I can’t wait to end this and just go on tour” Hoseok finished.

The room fell silent and your hand was shaking on the knob. You couldn’t hold the tears back, and you ran as fast as you could to the nearest exit. Thankfully, you had your phone and you immediately called your manager, who picked you up shortly. As your manager oppa pulled into the lot, he could see you hunched up near the door. Worried, he quickly runs out the car and pulls you towards the car. “Yah! You can’t just sit there like that. What happened?” he asks, as he closes the door to the car once you were safely inside. “I saw the performance, you did very well! Why are you crying?” he kept asking.

But you couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t put into words how hurt you were. You just continued to sob. 

“Aish. Do you have all your stuff at least?” he asked. And that’s when you realized that you had a small bag of your things left in the dressing room. You told your manager that and he left to go get it for you. You were alone in the darkness and you felt each warm tear stream down your cheeks. How would you face Hoseok anymore? He never considered you as talented, or a friend. You just wanted to hide in a corner and never see his face again.

Hoseok was glad he finally got the boys off of his back for teasing him about you. It was hard turning all of your requests for dinner down when he wanted nothing more than to spend more alone time with you. He felt awful saying the words he just said the boys, but at least they wouldn’t tease him anymore. 

He heard the door open and was expecting to see you back from your interview as it was getting a little longer than expected. But to everyone’s surprise, it was your manager. 

“Uh hey boys. I didn’t think you all would be here” he said, shocked to see everyone there.

“Oh, hi Hyung! We’re waiting for Y/n, we wanted to take her to dinner! Are you joining.” Jin said.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s going to happen. She’s...uh...not feeling very well so I’m just going to take her to the dorm. Have you seen her bag?” your manager said, looking around the room for your things.

Jungkook handed him the bag slowly. “She’s not feeling well? She seemed fine just a little while ago..” he said returning back to his seat.

Hoseok was immediately worried. You were fine just a few minutes ago, like Jungkook had pointed out. What was wrong? Were you going to be able to promote tomorrow? 

“I guess we can have dinner another time then...” Jin says. 

You had cried the entire night and your stylist scolded you for the puffy eyes the next morning. You were scared to confront Hoseok. The other girls had found you crying in your dorm last night and had asked you what was wrong. You had explained to them the situation, and while they were pissed, they realized they couldn’t do anything either. They just suggested you keep communication with Hoseok at the bare minimum and just get through promotions. You were thankful for the girls and their advice, but you were still sad nonetheless.

Your schedule was full thankfully, and you were able to get your mind off of yesterday’s events for a while. But pretty soon, it was time for you to get on stage again and you had to confront Hoseok one way or another. 

Hoseok (and the rest of guys) had texted you last night trying to make sure that you were okay, but you only replied to Jin telling them not to worry. It bothered Hoseok when you didn’t reply to him of all people considering you were closest to him. You just kept him on read.

When Hoseok walked into your dressing room, any reason he had for avoiding you at first went out the window. He was back to his usual self, full of worry for you. 

“Hey, are you okay? Why did you just leave yesterday? Are you really sick? Should you even be here today if you’re sick? You can rest! Do you have a temperature?” he asked, raising his hands up to your forehead to check your temperature. But you flinched away before his hands could make any contact.

“I’m fine.” you say a little more harshly than you were intending. 

Hoseok just stared at you, trying to figure out why you were being so cold to him. It hurt seeing that you didn’t greet him with your usual smile, even when he was being nothing short of an ass to you. He knew he didn’t deserve your kindness forever, but it still frustrated him that you didn’t even bother looking at him since he walked into the room.

“Ok fine, if you say so” he said angrily, exiting the room. You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry, so you tried your hardest not let the tears forming in your eyes to fall and spoil your makeup.

Your promotions were finally ending. The last two weeks were torture for you, trying so hard not to cry everytime you say Hoseok. You would cry every night and no matter how much your bandmates tried to help, you couldn’t help yourself.

Hoseok wasn’t having it any better. He missed seeing you smile. The only reason you made eye contact with him was because you both were on stage and it killed him inside. He just wanted to know what was wrong. 

“Hey, I guess we’re officially done with promotions huh? Can’t I take you up on that offer for dinner?” Hoseok asked as you finished your last stage together. He just wanted to talk to you and figure things out. 

“Uh no. I think I’m having dinner with the girls” you say, still not looking at him. Why did he want dinner? It’s not like he wants to be around you anyways.

“Oh...Ok. Uh well, I guess I’ll see you around then? Oh yeah, here! I got tickets for our tour for you and the girls. We can’t wait to see you there!” He says as he hands you the tickets. 

“Thank you” you say curtly before walking away. If he had asked you two months ago to come to his concert, you would have jumped in joy. But now you knew that his words were just empty. He couldn’t care less if you showed up or not.

Hoseok kept texting you days leading up to his concert, but you never replied. He knew that something was wrong, and he wanted nothing more than just drop everything he was doing and try to figure out why he was giving you the cold shoulder. Unfortunately, he had other responsibilities.

After the first night of the concert, they boys were in the dressing room changing out of their clothes and wiping off their sweat. The girls of your group all entered, congratulating the boys.

“Oh...did Y/N not come?” Jin asked, noticing that you weren’t there. Hoseok noticed too and he was incredibly upset when he realized you didn’t make it to the concert. He thought he had put on his best performance on stage, knowing that you would be watching. But it was like his efforts were in waste.

“Huh? Oh yeah.. she didn’t come” said one of the girls. 

“Aish, I’m worried about that girl. We haven’t spoken properly in ages!” Jin continued. After Hoseok, you were closest to Jin, but as of lately, Jin was the only one from the group that you bothered talking to.

“pft, why would want to come” another girl said under her breath, but sadly it was a little too loud.

“What was that?” Namjoon asked, a little annoyed.

The others girls scolded her for saying that. “What! It’s true” she said again.

“Why would she not want to come?” Jungkook asked curiously.

The girls all looked at eachother, not wanting to be the one to tell the guys.

“Why wouldn’t she want to come?” Suga asked, slightly angry now. He didn’t care too much why you weren’t there, but he hated the awkward situation in the room.

One of the girls finally caved. “She heard what you said” she said, looking directly at Hoseok. All eyes were turned to Hoseok now.

“She heard me say what...?” Hoseok asked.

The girls seemed annoyed now. “She heard what you said after her first performance in her dressing room. She heard you say that you embarrassed to stand on stage with such a rookie and that she was nothing special” the girl almost yelled.

It was like the blood had drained from his face. He felt his heart pound and he knew he had messed up big time.

“She...She heard that?” Hoseok asked.

“Ah Hyung! You shouldn’t have said those things. You really didn’t mean it right?” Jimin said.

“OF COURSE I DIDNT MEAN THOSE THINGS! I was sick and tired of you all teasing me for liking her and I wanted to get you guys off my back. I didn’t mean those things aish” Hoseok said, yelling back at Jimin.

“Hyung, you could have just told us to stop teasing. We were all looking forward to you both dating, but we just thought teasing you about it would make you ask her out earlier” Taehyung chimed in after a few seconds.

“WAIT YOU LIKE HER” the girls asked in unison.

Hoseok looked at the girls, not really caring that his feelings had been revealed. He just needed to make things right with you and beg for forgiveness.

“She..she’s likes you too. Erm...liked, I should say” said one of the girls.

“Wait what” Hoseok said in shock.

“yeah, she’s liked you for a long time now. I can’t say that she feels the same now though” she said.

And just like that, Hoseok ran out of the room. He had to see you.

You heard the doorbell ring and assumed the girls had come back. Why didn’t the girls just enter? You went up to the small screen to see who was at the screen and much to your surprise, you saw Hoseok standing there in the screen, panting.

“Y/n, I know you’re inside. Please open the door!” He said, looking directly at the camera. You didn’t want to open the door, but for whatever reason, you opened it.

He came in through the door in a hurry and now the two of you were face to face.

“Hoseok, you can’t be in here” you said first.

“I- I don’t care. I needed to see you” he said.

“why?” you asked, folding your arms as if to protect yourself.

Suddenly, Hoseok pulls you into one of his bear hugs. You struggled to set yourself free, but it was no use.

“L-let go!” you said, still struggling.

“No, Y/n, I have to tell you something. I am SO sorry. What you heard in your dressing room all those weeks ago, I didn’t mean those at all” he began. You stopped struggling.

“I was- I was just so tired of the boys teasing me for liking you that I just wanted to get them off of my back. Thats all. I promise you I didn’t mean those things at all. You...You’re amazing. I fell for your charms the first day I met you” he continued, not able to stop spilling his feelings. He could feel the warm tears on his shoulder.

“You..You didn’t mean that? Really?” you choked out.

“No of course not. I’m so sorry that I said that. I should have just been honest with you and my feelings before. I’m so sorry Y/n, so sorry” he said back. You now could also feel his tears on your shoulder.

You pulled away from the hug to see his face and you knew in an instant that he was telling the truth.

“Yah. I thought you hated me. Do you know what I went through these last few weeks” you said as you lightly punched at his chest.

“I’m so sorry. I like you so much though. I really do.” He said.

“I..I like you too!” you said through the tears. 

“Be mine then” he said, all seriously. You didn’t have time to respond though, as he pulled you into a warm kiss.

After a year of secretly dating, your first dating scandal had broken out. Bang PD was surprised, but he still allowed it in the end.  The media went crazy again. But fortunately, most people supported your relationship. You were named the “Rap Couple”.

Now, you felt like you had everything in life. You had amazing friends, family, and a career. And above everything else, you had a wonderful boyfriend who adored you and supported you. You were the happiest girl in the world.

So, I finished this kind of in a rush because I knew I wouldn’t want to write a part 3 later. I really hope you guys liked it! Please send in your requests!

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7x09: Nitty Gritty Details

Good morning and Happy Tuesday! Can I just say how great yesterday was! Thanks to everyone who talked to or contacted me, and if I haven’t gotten back to you yet, I’m not ignoring you. I’ll get there, I promise. You gotta love the day after a new episode. Everyone’s so excited and wanting to talk and I love it!

So, this is my details post. I talked yesterday about broad things and about the biggest things that caught my eye. Today I’ll go over smaller things: background details, colors, paintings, etc. I’ll also add to and clarify a few things from yesterday. So here we go:

First, let’s start with Gabriel. Thanks to @katkhaos and some Nonnies for pointing this out to me. Does everyone realize there was someone else in the car with Gabriel? I totally missed that in my original watch last night. But you can see it here. 

Just wanted to point that out. And it reinforced all the Beth parallels because it looks here like Gabriel was actually kidnapped (as was Beth) and it also shows that they are once again not showing us everything. They’re trying to fake us out. Kinda like after Coda.

At Hilltop:

The first thing I noticed was in Gregory’s office where TF was talking to him. There are a pair of blue scissors on his desk. 

That’s actually very fitting. Scissors are always seen when trying to break free (which is what TF is doing in this scene) but remember when Carl escaped the walker in 4b, they were yellow scissors. (X) Yellow is the color of escape (i.e. Beth’s yellow polo). These scissors are blue. Per Beth’s blue scrubs at Grady, blue is the color of imprisonment. And of course Gregory still has a very imprisoned mindset right now. (Not that I’m holding my breath that it will change anytime soon.) He wants nothing to do with freedom, revolt, etc. So very fitting symbolism there. Just backs up color schemes we’ve identified in the past.

There’s a picture of a white animal behind him, but I couldn’t tell what it was. Horse? Dog? But I don’t want to spend too much time on the pics at the Hilltop, because they’ve already been discussed at length.

There are also two candlesticks on either side of his lamp. They are unlit, but I mention them now because there’s a candlestick motif at the Kingdom as well. I’ll come back to this.

This may be a bit vague, but Gregory yells at them for answering his question, saying, “Rhetorical!” And then Daryl accuses him of talking out of both sides of his mouth. Not sure what to make of this, but I feel like it’s sort of a lack-of-communication theme or something. There may have been one other instance of it at the Kingdom. I’ll come back to that.

When the group goes outside, the woman who talks for the group of Hilltoppers who want to fight names herself Birdie. Now, I immediately thought of “song bird” and I also noticed that she is wearing red. Everyone else in her group is wearing muted brown or green or blue tones. 

And please understand, I’m not saying that this woman will necessarily be heavily paralleled with Beth. The red may even mark her for death relatively soon, and I don’t think she’ll be a major character. But I couldn’t help but think of the red garment hanging in Beth’s cell in 4x01, Red Poncho Guy, and all the other times we’ve seen this motif. (X) Plus, this woman is the spokesperson for a group of people who want to rise up (hehe) and fight against the Saviors. Just saying.

At the Kingdom:

We see a LOT of greenery in this episode. Green plants and trees and shrubs every other shot. And a lot of that is focused at the Kingdom.

Did you all notice how nervous Daryl got when Richard said, “Line up.” I’m sure that had everything to do with Negan’s lineup. Jesus trusts Richard, so Daryl has no reason to fear him, but he just didn’t like the choice of words. And he really didn’t line up at all. He just so happened to be standing close by, right behind Sasha, but he didn’t move to stand in a line as the others did. 

But we’ve seen this behavior from him before. It reminded me of in episode 5x10 when he didn’t want to go near the cars. He practically dove into the woods to avoid them, and we’re sure that has everything to do with leaving Beth behind. So kind of interesting to see this reaction from him again, even though it’s over something different. Starting to feel like things are coming full circle.

About the communication theme at the Kingdom? There’s this walker. 

That thing hanging out of it’s mouth is it’s tongue. (Ew!) At first I thought maybe it didn’t have a jaw (we’ve seen lots of walkers with no jaws, and I think that could be a motif related to the communication (or lack thereof) theme. But the I found this thoroughly disgusting picture, and I think the jaw is intact, it’s just covered by that horrible tongue. 

Still, the camera focuses on this walker and the mouth and tongue are prominent here. So yeah. Again, not entirely sure what to make of it, but wanted to point it out.

Ezekiel’s clothing really caught my eye. When Rick first goes to meet him, he’s wearing a blue shirt with yellow stars on it. Looks kinda like a night sky. In my mind, it reinforces the North Star theme, which we’ve already connected to Beth. (X).

The next day, when he tells the he won’t help them but will give Daryl sanctuary, he’s wearing a bright green shirt. And we all know what green means, yeah?

More Beth symbolism at the Kingdom. As I said yesterday, I’m more and more convinced that Beth will show up there first. Of course that remains to be seen.

There’s a 183 behind Ezekiel when he’s talking to Rick and refuses to help. It’s too high a number to be a comic book issue. If added together, they = 12. So could be pointing to something in episode 12. I only side-eye that because 4x12 was Still, but that doesn’t mean this is necessarily TD.

Ezekiel talks about how things come at a cost. We’ve seen that theme a lot this season, especially around the Saviors, of course. But it was something that was begun at Grady. He also talks about losing arms, legs and lives. I talked yesterday about all the allusions to someone losing an arm. The talk of losing legs could connect to the lost shoes theory. Maybe these are two halves of the same theory? Not sure.

Oh, so I talked about candles around Gregory? I noticed a lot of candles when Ezekiel and Benjamin are talking outside the kid’s room that Ezekiel told the story to. 

There’s one candle to Ezekiel’s left and two to Benjamin’s right. That makes three (rule of threes). But you can also see two more burning inside the room. Five could point to S5. Or maybe they mean nothing at all. But what struck me was that these candles are lit, where Gregory’s weren’t. Yet another possible evidence of Beth showing up here first, rather than at Hilltop.

Finally, I noticed that Morgan was wearing a very white shirt in this episode.

Then it struck me that Jerry (funny Jerry) was wearing a red shirt. 

And I may be reading WAY too much into this, but remember the post I did a while ago about clothing, including how Glenn seemed to have changed from a white to red shirt in Coda? (X) It just occurred to me that these colors are the exact colors of Glenn’s two shirts, and Morgan and Jerry are not only both at the Kingdom, but often they stand next to one another. Again, it may be nothing. Just something I saw because I did that post recently. But I’ll keep an eye on it.

That’s pretty much it at the Kingdom.

Now on to the highway. 

So as I said yesterday, the bomb was almost entirely red and green components. 

Obviously we’ve connect that specific color combination to Beth like fifty times. (X) Not to mention, Rosita pulls a battery out of it. (Battery theory). And it makes sense because between the bomb, the dynamite, and the fire they produce, well, Beth is the one who likes to burn things down, right?

@rachelmarie63 (IG) also pointed out to me that Rosita says, “First part’s done.” That could be an example of part 1 being over and part 2 being about to begin. She also connected it to each of the three parts of Operation Lead the Walkers Away in 6x01. Like in that episode, this was an example of them directing walkers the way they wanted them to go, which is interesting. Great catch there!

But something else that occurred to me when re-watching is that the Saviors blocked the off-ramp to keep the walkers on the highway. In other words, it was kind of a “no exit” theme. Remember there was a No Exit sign in Beth’s cell in 4x01, (X) so this is a theme we’ve seen around her. And there was that very Beth-ish blond walker in 6x01 leading the horde. I’m not sure what this will all end up leading to, but I am sure that it’s all connected.

The other thing that struck me is that this is a great big throwback to 4a. The last time we saw a car being hot-wired, combined with red and green, was when Daryl told Bob to do so in ep 4x04? Daryl: It’s the red and green wire.

So it’s a throwback to that, and in that scene, Bob is most definitely being a proxy to Beth. That’s also the episode where Daryl finds the green jasper and focuses on it for a lot of the episode. Just saying.

So then Rick and Michonne hot-wire their cars. Because of the bomb Rosita diffused, and then thinking about 4a, I paid close attention to the wires they used to start the cars, thinking they would be red and green. They’re actually not. Well, not entirely. So then Rick and Michonne hot-wire their cars. Because of the bomb Rosita diffused, and then thinking about 4a, I paid close attention to the wires they used to start the cars, thinking they would be red and green. They’re actually not. Well, not entirely. Rick has a yellow and white wire, along with green. It made me think of Still, where Beth wears the white sweater over the yellow polo.

Michonne has white, red and blue wires. So all of our signature colors are present, but they’re not together.  

So the red and green car wires are present, but they’re in different cars. And that’s cool. The two cars ended up functioning as two halves of the same machine. Connected by a wire, which sort of has a telephone/communication feel to it.

Let’s think about that a little bit more. This is a whole mish-mash of symbols. We have the wires, which recall Beth’s colors and stuff from 4a. (It’s even been suggested by my FB peeps that where Beth’s color is green, it would make sense for Daryl’s to be red because that red bandana hanging out of his back pocket has been a staple of his costume for a lot of seasons now.) But Rick and Michonne are also two halves of a whole in a romantic sense. And they had to work together to overcome the dangerous situation. And that makes their convo in the car afterward that much more powerful. Saying they made it. Together. Reminds me of what Glenn said to Daryl in 5x10: We can make it together, but we can only make it together.“

So yeah, the symbolism here is deep and far-reaching and fun. I’m sure we could analyze it for hours. Don’t worry. I won’t. :D

Finally, thanks to a Nonny for telling me this (X). Apparently on TTD, they said this highway was the same one that ran by the Greene’s farm and that they lost Sophia on. That’s significant to begin with because when I first watched this episode, I immediately thought of 2x01. That was the first time they dealt with a "herd” or walkers and it happened to be on a highway. It felt like a throwback to that. Of course Sophia disappeared just after that, Carl was shot but survived and received the sheriff’s hat, and Daryl’s arc searching for Sophia was a huge part of that season. If they’re trying to remind us of that highway, there’s got to be a reason.

But I really like the idea of stuff happening on this same highway, because right after it happened in S2, Beth suddenly appeared on the scene. Just saying.

Finally, after trashing Alexandria, just as Simon is leaving, I noticed that he used the word, “litany.” It’s kind of a strange word coming from him. I thought I knew what it meant but I looked it up just to be sure. Yup, it’s a religious reference defined as “a series of petitions for use in church services or processions, usually recited by the clergy and responded to in a recurring formula by the people.” So yeah, random church-y reference from Simon. It really stood out as odd for his dialogue and speech cadence. Keep in mind that he says it RIGHT before his line about there be no statute of limitations for a character’s return, even if it takes two years. Just saying.

Okay, I think that’s all I have for today. Anyone have anything I missed?

#td #beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance

[anotherler]

So I kinda binge-read LQ’s blog for several hours last night and today and I’m still not back up to the most recent post...there is so much material on his blog...bless. It’s been an emotional journey so far. I can’t really put my feelings into words sometimes and I just read some parts of his blog quietly but my notes capture some of it.

It’s a little odd, if you ask me for both aproach the blog from an analytical standpoint but be really emotionally invested at the same time. Without further ado, heres part 3.

Part 1 / 2 / 3

113. LQ gets defensive about his surroundings…that’s a bit of a red flag, isn’t it?

114. Oh shit. Oh shit. We’re getting to the part where I voiceacted some of LQ’s lines HAHaha. I kinda…know these posts too well after reading through them aloud and listening to my own recordings…oh boy. Kinda tempted to try my hand at voiceacting again.

115. LQ first mentions the possibility of him being cursed. He later calls HQ his curse…just saying.

116. FUCK. LQ IS TOO ADORABLE WITH THAT PEN  IN HIS MOUTH. FR ICK

117. LQ is a butt pervert

118. Oh dear…LQ thinks that being himself and being alone is all in one…oh man.

119. LQ really doesn’t think he’s worthy of anything…but I think he’d certainly want to be.

120. This really hurts.

121. LQ has probably been taking medication for mental reasons as well…maybe. I remember he had a box of medication given to him.

122. He claims his mother doesn’t like people acting “abnormal”…possibly another reason why he’s so hard on himself and why he tries to hide and excuse his emotions.

123. Suddenly he’s very pale.

124. FemLQ! Spot the diff

125. Poor LQ…he’s pretty uncomfortable and weirded out…

126. I’m…laughing about Mori leaning in with the askbox for the “dressup as my OC” answer. That’s the icing on the cake. Also LQ looks really good in that outfit.

127. Take a shot everytime LQ says fake it till you make it…but on a more serious note, it’s important to keep a positive mind but not good to ignore a problem when you have one.

128. Well well well. If it isn’t Static Oncie.

129. How can you feel nostalgic if you’re living the mentioned great time? (He’s not)

130. TBH I had a theory that Static Oncie became HQ but that’s…kinda incorrect and correct because it was confirmed to me that they are not the same BUT HQ DID come from LQ’s mind like static Oncie did so Static Oncie, LQ and HQ are all one in the same probably.

131. LQ repeating his opening speech. It never gets old.

132. Here we are at the waking up event by the way. Buckle down, folks.

133. Here is the second time LQ cannot read his monitor. Frankly, he probably only doesn’t read it cause he doesn’t want to.

134. He manages to forget entirely for a whole day.

135. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! SPOOKY GHOST LQ

136. Omg I voiceacted this whole part…gosh that was fun…poor LQ though

137. HEALTHY LQ. MY HEART HRUTS….like………bro even his hands are okay this is too much

138. Oh man. I get it…being healthy caused his mind to work properly and he started to remember…oh shit.

139. Strange static formations…do they have anything to do with anything?

140. …Looks like LQ couldn’t find his Mom.

141. LQ comes back covered in blood and makes expressions like he killed someone…not suspicious at all.

142. Another side note. I’ve been thinking about LQ’s static. And it’s been explained before but it does really aid LQ when it comes to selective reading and not “seeing” certain things…the thing is, The static builds up between him and the viewer so he doesn’t really notice it (at first that is. He sorta sees it as normal for him). Like many other aspects of his blog, the static is a manipulation of what is seen.

143. Main reason why that comes up is cause he’s found Dr. L’s medicine and the static covers up the words on the box he finds it in. At the last panel he covers himself in static and tells everyone to go away.

144. The static formations behind him look like a face and it appears as though hands are resting on him. I’ve mentioned the possibility of it being HQ or static Oncie at some point but I think that generally it’s a manifestation of how he wants someone there with him but he’s alone.

145. LQ’s sticky note clad monitor. Golly. Really hard to read…and he’s pressed his bloody hand onto the monitor at some point too.

146. I wonder if LQ ever did sum up the courage to look back at his blog posts.

147. LQ has a major aversion to being called cute hehe

148. Oh shit it’s the crawling AMV. Shout out to Mori for making me cry when I hear that song. All thanks to LQ. But it was a good idea to make a shitty AMV…I couldn’t be happier tbh :” ) Also confession back when I watched this the first time I didn’t know this song had a…reputation. So I kinda took it seriously LMAO

…okay I’m not done talking about it uh. The song kinda fits???? And probably the reason why I took it so seriously was because of the subject matter at some points. The crawling AMV is a cinematographic masterpiece. Fucking fight me.

149. Merry Christmas from the year 2012

150. Tax evasion: just say two very simple words in the English language; “I forgot.”

151. Is…LQ blocking out his blush with static? He probably is

152. Also looks like theres static rising up from those papers he dropped…interesting.

153. aesthetic: floating things (Christmas cards in this case)

154: So it seems that LQ has in mind not to work for his company and have people under him manage the tasks for him with his directive…makes a degree of sense but then again I don’t know how companies work. Then again, I can’t help but think that LQ doesn’t do that work because he doesn’t feel that he can.

155. For someone so insecure He also sounds rather full of himself sometimes.

156. On a side note this is one of my favorite parts of the blog as well…for LQ trying to show that he’s working and the pretty colours the static and distorted picture make.

157.  Another major thing I give this blog a lot of credit for is how complex it is. I’ve been trying to figure out a few things definitively the whole time I’ve been making these notes but I’m still unsure. Things add up but not everything happens with clear reason. It’s very interesting.

158. The GIF effects on this blog are top notch tbh

159. Did Static Oncie (LQ’s subconscious) know the truth about LQ being an aftermath? Because everything he said could be taken in that context to some degree although it mainly pertains to part of the valley’s destruction. However, everything has been adding up to this moment. And the clues are abundant.

160. The moment at the end where the static goes off is apparently the moment LQ’s hope dies. Er…static oncie, that is. I think about that a lot. Was static Oncie only there because of LQ’s hope that things could change? Static Oncie was there to cryptically remind him of the truth when LQ wouldn’t look back on it. And though he was rather agresive, he definitely isn’t as aggressive as HQ.

161.  The truffula on LQ’s lapel…I used to think it withered but maybe he actually tore it off.

162. In addition, when static Oncie says unless you see spirals in his eyes. Like the motif of the seed.

163. I really like the perspective of his lurkim in these panels

164. At this point…I think LQ has started to starve himself just…generally neglect himself. You can understand why.

165. RIP.

166. swone. BODY ONCE TOLD ME-

167. Honestly Swone why did you think mr mc lives in a lerkim would have a functioning oven. Surely you had some other options…orrr maybe you didn’t okay Swone. Now I’m also lowkey gonna talk about Swone cause he’s visiting.

168. wow….this is awkward. Talk about breaking and entering.

169. I’m FUCKING LAUGHING AT SWONE’S BLUNTNESs. Apparently LQ isn’t so easy to fool.

170. Was Swone prepared to bring his cleaning supplies or does he just bring them everywhere he goes???

171. Off topic again but goddamn if Once-lers are a pack of weirdos. Litterally you have two of them in one room at like, neither of them is the straight man (figuratively and literally most of the time). They’ve kinda all got issues to iron out. And yeah, these two are no exception. Swone is a fucking weirdo.

172. LQ has pretty much remembered all sorts of things and why would he push his memories of Swone away? Yeah these two had probably never met till then.

173. ……….it’s not Christmas.

174. Stove-ler.

175. LQ’s gloves got all torn up as well….he may have also lied about wearing his bandages underneath his gloves cause I can’t see em.  Hard to believe I didn’t notice until now. They don’t get like that till he’s dishevelled…it’s hard to think that maybe he did that to himself…hrm..

176: He mentions he can’t take them off so he’s likely neglected the care of his arms.

177: Probably was something of a nightmare for Swone to navigate around LQ’s house…and LQ himself. No offense but he was definitely gross.

178. The posts without any dialogue can be very powerful.

179. HOPESPLODE (sorry that was…uh…RIP Static Oncie)

180. TIME FOR PAIN (specific to this but applies to a lot of this blog cause there is a lot of hurt feelings)

181: SELF IMAGE QUALITY JSKGLdkl

182. o mg I remember the post about the “do you like the colour of the sky” post I actually watched Mori stream the drawing for it aaaa good times UuU

183. Poor LQ…..

184.  LQ arguing against his own existence because new cgi movies hurt his eyes. I have nothing so say about that just. Think about that for a second.

185. Super high quality-ler spffpfff I love this blog

#lastimeonlqler

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙-𝕌𝕡 ♡

Hii, may I request a match-up from Haikyuu!!, Attack on Titan, and Free! Hehe.

I’m a straight, Asian, female with black, wavy hair that reaches up past my shoulders, black eyes, and a beauty mark on the right side of my jaw. I’m awfully short for an incoming college freshman, my height being 4"11. I aspire to be a nurse! (hopefully, a doctor after!) I wanted to be of help to my country’s health and medical field.

I’ve always thought myself to be an extrovert, but realized during the quarantine that I can handle quietness and having no social interactions from my friends just fine; I’m more of an ambivert, I guess. My enneagram is One and Three. I have a Mediator personality, INFP-A/INFP-T. I have a good amount of friends; however, there are only few I consider close to my heart. I have one best friend whom I consider my “constant” as we may have different/similar set of friends, but at the end of the day, we’d be the ones to spend time together. I do cherish all of my friends though! I am close and loving to my family: I try my best to be cheery and talkative with my father who works abroad, my mom is my best friend (I can tell her anything), and I get along with my younger brother just fine. I am a soft-hearted, sensitive person as well. I cannot afford people being mad at me or seeing me in a bad light and so, I try to make amends as quickly as possible (usually after clearing my head and calming down my most of the time overwhelming emotions). I try to forgive as much as I can (sometimes I apologize even when I am not at fault). I am not a perfect person, I do make a lot of mistakes and feel regret when I do, whether it being failing a test, hurting a loved one intentionally or not. That being said, my number one fear would have to be failure. I sometimes get to be hard on myself and can’t seem to accept when things go bad or for the worse, but I have been working on it. When I get moody, I tend to snap but have also been working on apologizing and being a better person.

With regards to my interests, I LOVE music a lot! May they be mainstream or underrated/indie, as long as I enjoy and vibe with the beat, melody, and especially the lyrics. I have a thing for slow songs that have heartfelt and meaningful lyrics. I literally cannot go a day without listening to music. I also very much like art! I appreciate art in any form: literature, poetry, digitial, or traditional art. I believe I am decent with art myself? Have been into sketching, drawing, and watercolor painting. I can sing somewhat and I play the piano/keyboard, but only like mediocre at best. I love spicy food, any food that is based off or with potato, and milktea. I enjoy travelling and don’t mind hours of doing so. I’m outgoing with the right people and reserved with those I am still not familiar with (I do my best to socialize though). I love writing as well; I do not publish them though. I do enjoy doing essays in school especially if the topic is something I am interested. Whenever my thoughts go haywire and spiral, I write on my phone’s notepad to calm down and then read. So maybe I am a “closeted” writer? I am not sure as I do not think my so-called “writing skills” are even considered as standard.

Academics-wise, I’ve always been in the top list somehow. Graduated HS as top 4. However, I do not think I am a genius or very intelligent, I just try my best and work hard. Sports? Never had the chance to be good at any, I’m not a physical type of gal hahaha. Recently, I have been doing home workouts just to stay fit and physically healthy while staying at quarantine. Gosh, I do not even know how to ride a bike unless there are training wheels (hahaha, I do know how to ride a skateboard though?). I remember trying to volley a ball during a PE class in elementary, only to hit someone in the head. If my memory serves me right, I think that incident repeated itself while I was Junior High. It’s embarassing hahahaha.

My love language is words of affirmation and quality time. My love language for others is gift-giving or acts of service. I’ve always had an list of traits for my “ideal guy,” but realized I do get attracted to various types (bonus points if you can make me laugh or jest/banter playfully with you). As long as my future partner/significant other shares the same faith as mine is loving & respectful, I am very much contented.

I felt like I wrote too much hehe. Anyways, thank you do much for taking the time to read this and match me from my mentioned fandoms! I hope you’re having a great day!

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Hello @belli-jelly~! WOW you wrote a whole BOOK— but I really like it omg! This gives me so much to work with as well as a better idea of who to ship you with so thank you so much for your submission~! I hope you enjoy the match-ups I give you~!

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𝕀 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘…

ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʀᴏ

Woo! Where to even begin? I guess the first thing will be how much he adores how small you are! He thinks it’s absolutely endearing and will undoubtedly tease you! Though of course he means this well! The moment he hears anyone try to belittle you or mock you because of your height he’ll be there in a heartbeat to scold and honestly intimidate the living shit outta them. He’s very similar in aspects to being an extrovert who enjoys alone and quiet time. After all, at a young age he was, as said by Kenma, a shy child. He definitely would work hard to become a constant friend in your life that no matter what happens or no matter how much time you might’ve spent apart you guys would always bounce back as if the gap never happened.

He’s observant and prickly, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a good heart. He’s rather dorky with you and loves to hear about your interests and hobbies! Though he doesn’t like that you apologize so frequently without good reason, he’ll always be there to retaliate or set things right. He feels like it’s good to own up to your mistakes, but it’s pointless and a waste of breath if you apologize for nothing you had control over. 

In regards to PDA and his sort of love language, Kuroo is one who’ll be the tease. Someone who’ll affectionately taunt or tease you to see all your expressions. He most definitely loves holding your hands or just holding you in his arms whenever he can. If there’s one big thing he adores is seeing you in his clothes. It reaffirms that you’re his and that you’re comfortable enough to use his clothes for your own means of comfort. 

ꜰʟᴏᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀꜱᴛᴇʀ

Blunt and always the one who prefers facts over emotional decisions; I feel as though Floch would be a good match for you! To help counter and help you grow, he’s always bluntly telling you what he observes of your interactions in any sort of situation. He doesn’t want anyone stepping over you or you wasting unnecessary time or breath when you could be doing something much more productive and helpful. After all, he personally feels as though there are ways to help everyone, but not ways to help those stubborn enough to even remotely accept the help.

Other then that though, he’s a rather gentle lover. He isn’t afraid to speak his mind and give you his thoughts. He hopes though in return you’re more than willing to speak to him and confront him of his own faults or mishaps. He loves to hear about you talk about the medical field. It’s interesting to him and he wants to pick up a few things after you. 

Despite outright saying he’s a coward in most dangerous situations, he’s not afraid to let go of his emotions to make a deliberate and logical situation. Of course, this also applies to any sort of risky confrontation if you both are on a date. 

Floch isn’t as affectionate as most, but he does show his appreciation and love for you in his own special little ways. Be it remembering exactly how you like your drinks and when the best time to serve them to you would be. To carrying you to bed after a long night of studying and note taking. He never really mentions it, but the little things to him mean much more than large elaborate things.

ꜱᴏꜱᴜᴋᴇ ʏᴀᴍᴀᴢᴀᴋɪ

Despite being a large and terrifying to most when he first meets people, Sosuke is surprisingly a kind giant who takes absolute pleasure in seeing you glow and pursue your dreams. Like the other two, he won’t stand if you waste your breath apologizing for something you didn’t do and will out right tell you if it was even right. After all, empty apologies only mean so much. Other then that though, Sosuke immensely enjoys your hobbies.

He loves to hear about the latest indie bands you’ve discovered. Or the latest art piece you’ve finished in spur of a wave of creativity that happened one night. No matter what it is, he’s already there with high hopes and endless support for you.

Despite enjoying a more relaxed and casual sort of date. He doesn’t mind going out in crowded places and having fun with you in your bouts of energy. He thinks it’s adorable and is always a sucker for your bright shining eyes and sweet smile.

With PDA Sosuke is a bit reserved. He tends to really show his emotions when it’s just you two, but other then that the most he’ll do is hold your hand or have his arm around your shoulders while you’re out and about. Occasionally brushing your hair out of your face whenever you both eat at a restaurant or at a cafe.

#match-ups #matchup #submissions #anime matchup #submission #haikyuu match up #aot match up #free match up #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro #floch x reader #floch forster #floch forster x reader #sosuke yamazaki x reader #sosuke yamazaki #sosuke x reader

[khymnal]

10 Writing Questions: Tag Game

My best friend @homesteadhorner has decided to probe into my writing habits - Go check out his blog, it has some incredible works and tips for all you storytellers.

1. What’s your writing “comfort zone”?

I veer mostly towards freestyle poetry, as well as more “big picture” ideas. I’d ideally like to improve my skills of sitting down and writing a detailed exchange of dialogue between two characters, but right now, it’s easier for me to write drafts of scenes or the overall plot line of things. I think I thrive best in pieces that are more charming, endearing, humorous, lighthearted - at least when it comes to comics or characters. But my poetry actually swings on the other end of that, being very serious and personal.

2. What is the oldest WIP that you’re still working on? How has it changed since you first started it?

Oh shoot, mmmmmm there is this one piece that I’ve definitely put on the back burner for quite a while now. I don’t think I ever even had an official name for it, either. I have a handful of well-developed characters for it, though, and the plot has a lot to do with the concept of cheating death. You know how after a while when you haven’t touched a project and you go back to it with fresh eyes, you suddenly get new ideas? The more I think about it, I could probably make this into a comic even though it has darker, more serious undertones than my current project, Nightshade Inc.

3. What’s your go-to way of staying motivated?

Discussions. Not even kidding. I get the BEST ideas when I am talking to people about them - they just suddenly come up. If I don’t talk about what I’m working on or have some creative discourse with others, I’ll likely won’t even touch it. I also like to do a lot of little extra tidbits for my characters, like create playlists inspired by them and whatnot. Music helps a whole stinkin’ lot and has inspired many scenes and images in my head. You give me a vague song, I could write a novel about it.

4. What are your outlining methods? Do you outline at all, and if so, in what format and in how much detail?

My brother Jake helps me SO much with this. Easily maybe the most detail-oriented person I know when it comes to stories. He wrote a character sheet one time long ago that I’ve used/modified for my characters ever since. Right now, my google docs is chock FULL of different character sheets that cover any and all bases - their background, their appearance, their qualities, their relationships, their likes/dislikes... I also have a separate sheet for ideas that are more floaty and freeform without anywhere to land yet. That usually happens with plot/feelings/scene ideas. Outlining helps me put the puzzle pieces together a little bit.

5. What got you started writing? How long ago was it?

It feels like I’ve written forever. I just remember getting comments from teachers over the years despite my lackadaisical pursuits about how different my writing was. I can’t necessarily attest to that, but it made me feel so special and certainly encouraged me even when others have made me feel otherwise. The inspiration has come lately from friends that encourage me to let my ideas run wild. And tabletop games/DnD have helped immensely as well.

6. What book or author has been the greatest inspiration or influence on your life?

Todd LaBerge when it comes to poetry, all the way. Read his posts and his book, “Unwritten Letters to You” - I feel much safer sharing my pieces when I see those examples of sentimental, raw emotions exposed through text. On a completely different end, Lemony Snicket. I ADORE his writing and the creativity he uses in making a point or painting a picture is daring and astounding and I hope to use it in many other means. He’s maybe the most original writer I’ve ever read from.

Book-wise? “You Are Special” by Max Lucado. A children’s book that ruined my whole life and shows the power of analogies/metaphors through the story it paints. I literally wrote a college paper on it. And Francine Rivers and her book, “Redeeming Love”. I just finished this one and holy crap, the story it tells. Looking back, I keep thinking the book is written in first person when it isn’t. She is just that good at stirring up your empathy for how the a person is feeling internally and reacting externally.

P.S. Web-comic inspiration shout-outs to Camp Weedonwantcha and Bad Machinery.

7. What are your future plans for writing?

I would really, really like to eventually publish my comics. I so thoroughly enjoy doing them and I can truly say it’s something I love. But beyond that, just recently, I’ve begun to pursue a larger degree for Creative Writing in hopes that I might become a teacher someday and inspire others.

8. Is writing your main goal in life, or is there something more important to you?

I actually went to college for Theology. Right now, I direct the high school youth ministry at my church and I love it so. At the heart of hearts, that’s what I know I’m going to do throughout my life (not necessarily *youth* ministry, but just ministry in general - loving others, serving and shepherding them...) But if not for ministry, I wouldn’t be inspired to teach, let alone teach writing or encourage young people to use their gifts.

9. Have you ever done NaNoWriMo and would you ever want to (again)?

Hehe, no. Since my writing style is much more choppy and not necessarily something of a manuscript, I haven’t. But I just did my first Inktober this past year... I got maybe half of them done? That’s more than I’ve drawn in YEARS, though. It helps.

10. Do you share your work with anyone? How hesitant are you to share things?

Eheheh.. heh. Poetry? SUPER hesitant. Like I mentioned before, it’s very personal. I’ve shared too many things to the wrong people and it’s closed me off a bit on that end. As of the moment, I’ve only really felt comfortable sharing that stuff with @homesteadhorner because he understands the analogies and pictures I’m painting. That’s also been something I’ve struggled with - if I’m trying to explain something to someone, the idea might sound too vague or the concept might be missed until the finished product. It has hurt sometimes, but it motivates me even more to work on it. And pitching/explaining it has gotten... better. I’ve shared the concept of Nightshade Inc. with some people - a couple think it’s grand, but a few let it fall off their shoulders. I suppose that’s kind of the risk of putting it out there, but I’m incredibly proud of the progress it’s made and am slowly becoming more open and brave.

Tags: Anyone and everyone - tell me about what you’re working on!! I’d love to hear it, you closet creatives. Tag ya girl in it so she can read it and flood you with embarrassing compliments.

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