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chapter ii. chiaroscuro

cast: grunge kid!yeonjun ✗ art student/painter!fem.reader

synopsis: you’re an out-of-place art student living in your childhood hometown, pursuing your dream of becoming a painter. one day, you were given a mysterious responsibility as you try to not get your childhood best friend killed

genre: coming of age, college/university au, childhood best friend au, supernatural au, angst, fluff, mature content (sensitive topics and eventual smut)

based on: video game life is strange (2013)

word count: 6778

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warning(s): mention of drugs, dead animal, blood, traffic accidents, minor character death with significant repercussion (if i forgot some, let me know)

message from the moon: remember that this story is fiction. do be careful and read the warnings at the top as both the chapter and the series as a whole will contain serious and sensitive topics. thank you very much for the love that you’ve given to the first chapter and the series! hope you enjoy chapter ii and have a good read :D

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strolling the downtown area and having small talks with the boy beside you makes your mind and soul flutter. you haven't explored the downtown area much and see how it has transformed between the past years and now. with most of the free time you have, you use it to hang out on-campus or around its grounds, do projects in your room, eat food at the mini-market, or grab a coffee with minjeong at one of the cafes that the students go to.

maybe that's why you haven't seen yeonjun around…

the area doesn't look like it change much from your memory, all of the buildings still look fairly the same with only a few renovations. but, after a closer look from you, it did change. a few of the places that you visited when you were a child isn't there anymore.

you recognize a building that used to be a bookstore and a small library, the place that you and yeonjun used to frequently visit to read books. you remembered slouching against the shelf together reading about what happened to percy jackson until 16:00 when your mom pick you up because she and yeonjun's mom were worried that you two haven’t arrived home. well, that place is now a two-story italian restaurant with the chimney of the pizza oven protruding from the first floor, complete with the signature red, white, and green color palette. a similar situation also landed the ice cream parlor you and your family used to eat at. yeonjun said that they moved somewhere else but still opened for business.

that is until you saw a familiar building that triggers your nostalgia. so vintage yet still able to maintain its aesthetic for all these years. yeonjun walks in front of you as he pushes the empty american-style diner’s glass door. the chiming bell on top of the door alerting the old woman behind the counter.

"yeonjun, welcome."

yeonjun nodding his head. "the usual lunch and make it two." tilting his head, gesturing to you behind him. the woman looks at you with wide eyes.

"oh my god..."

she went out from the other side of the counter to then hug you. you stood there, confusion still roaming your brain. she realized that you didn't reciprocate.

"you don't remember me, do you?" you looked at her after she pulled back, tilting your head. "miss ahn? the one that always serves you donuts when you came back from school with yeonjun?"

"let's go (y/n)!" the boy in front of you with the shiny blue backpack and missing right sock screamed. you’re holding the straps of your purple backpack and walk behind him slowly, dragging your feet against the concrete because you didn't put your shoes on properly.

the bell chimed as yeonjun pushed the glass door. "miss ahn, two strawberry donuts please!"

miss ahn stops what she was doing as she chuckled to see yeonjun enthusiastically ordered. you, on the other hand, were slowly raising your foot on the steps one at a time, feeling your shoe dangles as you move.

"right away, young man." miss ahn said after she served a man his coffee. you sit on the available stool with yeonjun beside you, taking his hot wheels wallet out and pulling out some money.

"wait, i'm going to pay for my donut myself." you also open your front pouch.

"no! i'll pay." he pouts.

you looked at him in defeat, knowing that he will retaliate again and again if you still insist. "fine." you let your legs dangle from your seated figure and straighten your uniform skirt.

"two strawberry donuts for the lovely kids," she exclaimed as she puts the plate down. miss ahn then picks up the money that is in front of yeonjun and you both said thank you in unison.

"jinx." you blurted.

he groaned and immediately munch the donut in front of him. you giggled beside him and start to eat the pink donut in front of you. you savor the sweetness and the hint of sourness of it while moving your feet back and forth unconsciously. but then, you felt that one of them becomes lighter. you look down and around for the missing shoe to see it sit beneath yeonjun's stool.

"pssst!"

no reply.

"hey." yeonjun glances at you, his cheek full.

"can you help me grab my shoe? it's underneath you."

yeonjun, still munching his last piece of donut, scrunches his eyebrows at you and tilts his head. you rolled your eyes.

"please, yeonjun?"

he swallows his food and reaches for the shoe to give it back to you. "you're welcome." he smirks while you rolled your eyes again. he then asked after you finish putting on your shoe. "why aren't you using your shoes properly, anyway?"

"because you dragged me out of the classroom when i'm still putting it on." you wrapped your arm against your chest.

"hurry up then!" he muffled while wiping his lips with a napkin.

"says the boy with a missing right sock." you chuckled, staring underneath him. he, looking confused, follows your eye line to his foot and tilts his head.

"oh..." you both laugh. miss ahn feeling giddy seeing the wholesome scene unfolds while wiping a cup.

"oh yeah! yeah, i do! how are you, miss ahn?" the memory of your youth flooding back as you felt her warm hold on your shoulder.

"oh well same old, same old. i’m always doing great." miss ahn nods to you. the salt and pepper showing in her hair and the wrinkles on the corner of her eyes and mouth creases as she smiles. she excused herself back to her station to make the orders as you sit opposite yeonjun in a booth.

"so..." he spoke.

"so..." you replied.

he leans forward and punches your upper arm lightly. "hey!" you pouted, holding it pretending to be hurt.

"why didn't you tell me you're here?!" he asked so loudly the sound resonate on the walls. you’re glad that there is no other customer other than you two.

"well, i didn't see you at all until today." you replied as you put your bag beside you. "and, and i didn't see any familiar faces enrolling in the institute. so i just put two and two together and thought that you live in another town now." you put your arms on the table, interlocking the fingers.

"touché." he replied as he also puts away his stuff to the table, rearranging his phone, wallet, cigarette box, lighter, and keys. you continue fidgeting your fingers as the silence consumes you both. seeing the multiple vehicles rolling on the street from the large window beside you.

"how have you been?" you look back at him as you questioned.

he did a big sigh while staring around the diner. "good, how about you?" his eyes landed on your face.

you thought about what happened today. you got a vision about a blizzard obliterating haeyang. you gained an unexplained ability to rewind yourself to a near past and live through the same moments again. you just saved your childhood best friend from being stabbed.

"good too. i guess." you replied while looking at the surface of the table, the corner of your mouth lifts up slightly.

"is it because that you meet me or?" he taunts.

"well, one of them.”

you heard someone clearing their throat and found miss ahn with two plates in her hand. "your order." she looks at both of you with a grin as she placed the plates of burger and chicken wings in front of you both. "the drinks aren't finished yet and i’m also making some donuts so don't leave before they're finished." she remarked, wiggling her fingers to you both.

"yeah, we're not." yeonjun looked at you surprised as you replied. "i mean, we have so many things to catch up so we're going to take our time," you said as you looked back at him. feeling a warm aura, the aura that you haven't tapped into for a long time.

she nods and turns away from your table. you heard your stomach rumbling as you look at yeonjun who quickly grabbed his burger and took a bite of it. he is still the same in that aspect.

you chuckled and follow suit. yeonjun then asked, "you're studying in the institute, what major?"

"fine arts, how about you?" you looked at him anticipatingly.

"well, i actually don't enroll there." your eyes widen.

"i don't go to college." yeonjun answered.

"oh..." you quickly eat a piece of wing. you saw him tilt his head.

"what did you expect?" he questioned. you wiped your mouth with a napkin, erasing the sauce smudge away from your lips.

"well... i thought you’re enrolled there because you looked like you're familiar with the campus grounds." you licked your lips and sipped the drink that miss ahn gave just a few seconds ago. never have you thought that yeonjun will not go to college. he knows the institute pretty well for someone not studying in it, specifically that alley.

"most of my 'friends' goes there." he put up an air quote while speaking 'friends', making you question who minhyuk is to him now.

"so… what do you and your 'friends' do?" you follow his air quote as he smiles at you behind the glass that he picked up.

"well they provide me with entertainments like weed and booze, but i’m not with them. they're just nosy as fuck and trying to get their noses under everything." he rolled his eyes and wrinkle his nose. he is not friends with minhyuk and minhyuk’s crowd. noted.

yet, something doesn’t feel right.

"why's that?" you blurted out. the yeonjun that you knew back then used to have so many friends outside of your friendship. because of him, you start to know your other childhood friends. the ones that you suspect have left the town to go to someplace better for them. the ones that make you conclude that none of your childhood friends are attending the institute, including yeonjun.

"i don't want to have any intimate connections anymore with anyone, really. well, other than you of course since you’re here now." yeonjun answered then roll his tongue on his bottom lip before pushing it inside his cheek. "i felt like an outcast and so i just said 'fuck it, let's be one.'" he continued.

the fluttering that stops before rive up again when you heard what he said. first time talking after a decade and he already wants to rekindle your friendship. it makes you realize how much you have craved for more connections to your past, the place where you currently reside hasn't fulfilled that completely. but after hearing what he say, one thing came to your mind.

this yeonjun is different. even with some of his habits that you know that he might still possess.

he might not be the same boy you know.

coming from the same early upbringing but diverge to separate ways.

you resume eating when yeonjun spoke. "how about you? what have you been up to? i already did my saying so let's talk about you." yeonjun pushed his empty plate near the edge and finish drinking the milkshake from his half-full glass.

"well, not much really. i went back here and study here. i don't have any other friend in the institute besides the girl whose dorm is across mine and i paint, yeah." you summarize your ordinary campus life in one sentence, realizing how uneventful it is.

until today.

"honestly, i always thought that you're gonna become an artist in some way back then. you love to draw stuff in my room." you chuckled after hearing what he said. "i still have some of them tucked away in my closet."

yeonjun used to have so many coloring books that his mother bought but he got bored easily so when you came to his house and he played on his nintendo ds, you complete his coloring book instead and maybe doodle in it too. yeonjun usually asks you about why you colored with a certain hue for a certain outline or what your doodles meant. it's good to know that he still kept his childhood stuff.

"how's the city?" he suddenly asked. you gulped the last piece of the burger while thinking.

the city was both your somewhat new, optimistic start and the starting of your so-called demise. when you stayed there for your teen years, you got the realization that you don't belong there. even though you had some friends that you hang out with, you don't feel a strong connection with them. your mind still wanders to the smell of the ocean back in haeyang. those feelings of loneliness made you take painting as a hobby. the sea has always fascinated you since you're a child. how it is both calming and chaotic at the same, becoming one of your muses.

flowers also become one of your favorites after you learned their different kinds of meanings after a brief mention in class made you buy a book about them. you then learn to paint them and both of your favorite things now become your signature style that is known by people.

"i don’t… know how to describe it in a sentence," you replied. "i don't feel any strong connection with the people there. but while i'm there, i realize that living in haeyang is my true calling. i also got my love of painting there." you put your empty plate on top of his.

yeonjun nods and said, "we're just a bunch of outcasts, are we?" you chuckle after hearing what he said.

thinking about what happened in the city, why your adaptation to the new environment never is 100% optimized, you felt the loneliness. how you don't feel connected to your friends because their interests are much different than yours, and probably how you were raised as well. the city so full yet you fill empty. because of that, you embrace the term 'outcast'. not knowing that kilometers away from each other, your best friend uses the same term to describe himself.

"yes, we are," you answered.

in your eyes, you are one. and you embrace it until now. even though you have minjeong now beside you, she also considers herself an outcast, villainized by her fellow violinist. yet, the sense of being an outsider makes you appreciate life because drama doesn't revolve around you. you hate being in the spotlight, and instead, gain comfort from being at the back of the curtains.

an eye for an eye. a horrible social life for a better life filled with no obstacles.

you both then exchange each other's number, see a notification on your screen with the name 'your best boy, yeonjun', making him smirk as you look at it with a flush on your cheeks.

a few more talks and two strawberry donuts later, you pulled out your wallet when yeonjun stopped you, saying that he'll pay. "i have owed you so much back then. let me pay, okay?" you looked at him, he retracts his hand and you replace it with the money from your wallet.

the bell chimes as you both go out of the diner after saying goodbye to miss ahn. you both on the sidewalk walking back to campus. "hey, do you wanna go to my house?" yeonjun quickly said, walking backward while looking at you. going back to yeonjun's house is going to be a trip full of nostalgia. you remembered that you forgot to ask about his family back in the diner. you do want to know how his dad is doing nowadays.

"sure, my first class is gonna start at 11 tomorrow so it'll be fine."

"fuck yeah." yeonjun exclaimed as you both continue to jog. but then, at the edge of the concrete path, you notice a kitten. the kitten is in a stance, preparing to cross the street. yeonjun continues to talk and face you while walking backward, making your ears on him but your eyes on the cat that speeds through the road, not noticing a van from the corner of your eyes and see it went through your point of peripheral. a pool of blood forming on the ground.

the sound of your hissing makes yeonjun's eyes widen and turned him around. "oh fuck, poor kitty." he quickly went to the road with you being on the sidewalk. him not noticing that the light is still green and a speeding cargo truck came from the end of the road. yeonjun tries to pick it up with you seeing the truck as it runs on the road. heading to where yeonjun is.

"yeonjun, watch out!" you raised your hand.

then you felt like you were pulled back and you close your eyes.

as you open your eyes, you noticed money and a countertop. a hand drags the money to the palm and counts it. you look to your side to find yeonjun standing on your left and jump lightly as you hear the sound of the cash register.

"oops sorry!" miss ahn quickly said. your grip on your bag tightens.

you just rewind time. again.

"the change, (y/n)." she pushes her hand forward for you to pick it up. at the last iteration, you pick up the change. but now, you quickly blurted out.

"no, keep the change."

you showed a small smile to the woman and heard yeonjun chuckle. "okay then. have a nice day you two. come again!" miss ahn hooted as you both walk out of the diner.

"of course we're coming again. miss ahn!" yeonjun replied, earning a giggle from miss ahn as the bell for the entrance door dings when he pulls.

if you want to save yeonjun, you have to save the kitten first.

you don’t know if this might work or not, but it was what your mom taught you back in the city...

"wait, miss ahn!" you step inside again. miss ahn was in the middle of throwing the trash. "can i keep the chicken remains? it's for stray cats..." you lips on a straight line, hoping that this plan will work.

"of course!" she picked up a few sheets of tissues and place the remains of the wings that you've eaten on it. "you did this in the city, did you?" she questioned as she glances at yeonjun leaning against the open door. you nodded and said your farewells to her. yeonjun, propping the door open, let you out first and use his long legs to take a few strides, making him walk beside you at the same pace.

"let me help find you a stray cat while we walk to campus." yeonjun said as he puts his hand inside the pocket and turns around, walking backward. "and i wanna invite you to my house, you have the time, right?"

"well my first class tomorrow is 11, so i have time." you replied, similarly to the one you said before.

"fuck yeah!" he suddenly turns around and continues walking beside you, remembering that he wants to help with finding the stray cats. the change of events from the diner results in him facing the same way as you. you clench your fingers together as you walk beside him. hoping this will work.

"ooh, found one."

you see his body striding forward and see the same kitten that you saw before near the edge of the sidewalk. as you walk closer, you heard him luring the kitten. it approaches him and you saw him picking it up, resting it on his arms as it looks adoringly at him.

you did it, again.

you slowly looked down at your hands, the hands that possessed the powerful ability you can't imagine ever coming to you, as you heard the voice of someone clearing their throat beside you.

"(y/n)?" you glance up to see yeonjun with the kitten gripping against his t-shirt. "the food?" he tilted his head.

"oh yeah," you replied as you quickly took out the leftover chicken remains, placing them on the concrete whilst yeonjun placed the kitten down, quickly stepping to the laid-out tissue and eating the feast. you then squat down, yeonjun followed, as you look at the kitten enjoying its meal. thinking that it was supposed to be dead before you made another chance.

"i think we should adopt her." you glance at yeonjun as he spoke, seeing his eyes on the small kitten and running his finger on top of the head. "we should give her a name."

looking at the colorful furs of the kitten as she eats her food while looking around, its innocent face and curious eyes staring between the food and you two, you quietly blurted out, "pansy."

not noticing that yeonjun heard as he now look towards you. "that’s cute, it’s a flower name, right? what does it mean?"

“it symbolizes the love or admiration of one person to another. by the looks of it, she is a pretty curious cat and i saw that she was admiring you while you carry her, same as she did towards the food before eating it,” you added as you both stood up.

“nice!” he then fist bumps you, something you have both always done since you were little.

"we're gonna be such great parents."

you glanced at him after the words came into your ear, "we?" you pointed your fingers between the two of you.

"yep, little pan here needs a mother too you know." yeonjun rolls his eyes. you smiled as you heard the nickname when you felt the kitten now rubbing against your legs, you picked her up and propped her against your chest.

"let's get you home." yeonjun said as he patted her head, face nuzzling into your clothes as you hear her purr. you both continue walking to the campus grounds.

as you arrived, you immediately ask, "where's your ride?" while seeing the mostly empty parking lot. yeonjun then guides you by pushing you gently with his hands on either side of your shoulders from behind until you saw a brown-based pickup truck parked at the corner of the lot, almost unseeable as it blends with the color of the lower part of the building beside it.

you stood in front of the truck with its worn-down paint as he goes to the driver’s seat and ignites the car, slowly patting the kitten in your arms so that she won't get shocked by the sound. as the truck came to life, you felt a tight grip on your chest and heard meows coming from pansy. you quickly soothe her by rubbing her head and back.

yeonjun went out and help you open the truck door as you can't do it because of the kitten in your hands. "when did you get this?" you asked after you put pansy down between you and him. the vibration of the truck shakes the seat.

"my dad got this back when i was in high school. i also said to him not to repaint the body cause i just love how unique it is with the imperfections." yeonjun replied as he changes the gearshift, lurching the truck forward and going out of the campus grounds.

you lean yourself against the door, glancing at the town and its nature, both the sea and the hills. feeling the breeze of wind gushing and making your hair float. yeonjun turning on the radio with a pixies song coming from it, glancing at you as he steers the truck down the road.

seeing the houses coming from the horizon. you recollect your memories of the way that you used to go to when you want to visit yeonjun at his house and also your way to your old house because it's only a few blocks away. the truck moves to a stop in front of the house that you gladly remember despite the change.

even though the exterior paints are different than the last time that you saw them, you can identify the similarities with the one that popped up in your head. you saw the window on top of the front door, belonging to none other than yeonjun's room. but now it is covered with blinds, not the usual cloth curtain he has back when he was a kid.

"let's let pansy sleep. we're gonna set up a space for her in the backyard later." yeonjun said as he turns off the machine, the rumbling of the truck stopped. both of you went out of the truck and discovered a sedan with its hood open, hearing the clanking of metal tools against other metals. you see a man behind it, sneaking to look at the front to see who arrived.

"hey, big guy!" you heard the roughness in the man's voice, you saw his head peeking behind the hood and saw his eyes widen, landing on you.

"(y/n)?" the man's head now completely visible as he looks at you, yeonjun guiding you forward to stand beside him. the man now stood beside the front of the car, rubbing his hand against his jeans.

he is yeonjun's dad, now years older than what you remembered.

"hi, uncle choi," you replied, smiling warmly. that is how close you are to his parents and him to your parents. both of you treated each other's parents as a part of your own family, which makes both of your family closer too. treating each other more than what parents of two best friends do to each other.

you remember how close your dad and yeonjun's dad were back then. how they usually help each other with cooking the food if there is a dine out at one of your houses and how they talked about cars, especially since yeonjun's dad is a mechanic. they were always exchanging dad jokes that they usually going to give to you both respectively, annoying both of you.

as you look between the father and son pair, you admire how much of the resemblance between them, especially given that both of the men have tattoos painted on their arms. yeonjun's feature wasn't as prominent to his dad back when he was young, even his dad also thought that he looks like his mom more back then. but looking at the changes with the years going by, the pair looks like each other so much that it gives you shivers.

uncle choi now standing beside yeonjun, you notice how yeonjun now is taller than him, he opens his arm to hug you and you accepted, yeonjun grins seeing his dad and his best friend meeting up again.

"how have you been?" uncle choi questioned, his hands now behind him.

"yeah, well..." you curled your shoulders. "i've been good," you replied as you nodded.

"you grew up so well." yeonjun nodded alongside his dad. you thanked uncle choi as he guided you inside the house.

as you took off your sneakers, you glance at the front area, seeing a few recognizable pieces of furniture now placed in a different part of the room. seeing how the living and dining room looks practically the same with a few changes, the most noticeable ones are the nonexistence of family photos.

"i still have some parts left unfinished. make her feel like home." you heard his dad mumble to him and he left back to the garage.

"you want anything to drink?" yeonjun said from behind you.

"water is fine." you replied as you take a look at the first floor, feeling that parts of the house are emptier.

yeonjun guides you upstairs as he brought a glass of water in his hand. opening his room door with his free hand. the distinct smell of cigarettes and ray beams of the sun from the covered window hitting you.

his room now looks mature and in the style of what he wore. collages of band logos, concert brochures, and quotes covering one corner of the room in front of a desk with his laptop. more of the bigger band posters littering across his room, leaving the nude sandy wall open. his wooden closet open with shirts hanging inside and outside of it. clutters on top of his bedside table and cabinets. a shelf full of covered vinyl discs and jewel case cds with both a radio and turntable on it. a tall mirror leaning against the wall with the door to his bathroom beside and his unkempt bed across from it.

the room that you always went to every time you go to his house. back then still very much plain and blend in with the rest of the house. now, it sticks out like a cloud of smoke in a clear sky.

"my room looks different than the last time you saw it," he commented, putting your glass on the desk.

"very." you dropped your bag beside it and yeonjun sat down on his bed, patting the seat beside him to let you sit and drink your water.

"how it looks to you, artsy girl?" you chuckled as yeonjun leans in to whisper.

"very normal, i guess! it suits you though." you peered at him.

yeonjun sighs as he leans his body, laying himself on the bed. "i've worked hard with this. happy that someone appreciates it."

you continue to look around and notice a few pictures of little yeonjun scattered in his room, either him with his mom or his dad, and most are the three of them. a very contrasting difference from the one downstairs.

"how come there are no family photos downstairs?" you covered your mouth after you suddenly blurted. "shoot, i'm sorry. you don't have to answer-"

"nah. i'm fine with it." yeonjun rolled his eyes, the expression on his face that he now uses is the same as what he used back in the alley.

"so my dad married someone again back when i was eleven." you heard yeonjun reply. you join him in laying down on his bed, not wanting to leave him alone. "someone that i despised. i got the feeling she married my dad because he is hot and that's it."

"at the start, she was very nice but i knew that there is something sinister behind it and i was right. one week after the wedding, she starts to take control of everything in this household. dad was very much in love that he is blinded with what she did to the house and me." you turn your head to face his side profile. he gnawed at his cheeks and gritted his jaw.

"she made me take down the family photos, saying that she wants no traces of life before her in this house. instead of throwing it away, i put them here as i know that she has no balls to go in my room. not that i allowed her in anyways." he gestured to the closet, pointing to where the rest of the photos are now.

"this room is literally my safe haven from this fucking house. i don't allow anyone in here even my dad." yeonjun turns his head to face you. "well, except you and... yeah." his body now faces you.

you and another person.

knowing that he had someone alongside him when you were gone makes you feel a bit better.

you glance at one of the photos of him and his mom. "how's your mom?"

yeonjun sat up and looked back from his shoulder at you. "i know that she is feeling good. just visited her grave yesterday."

you return to when that first tragedy happened back when you were 10, the tragedy that makes you not want to leave yeonjun behind. the day that his mom died.

you were playing at his house when his mom go outside to buy some groceries. a few minutes later, the landline telephone called into the house with yeonjun picking it up, you stood beside him. you remembered how his expression of relaxation that he has let out on his face for the day slowly fades, his eyes starting to water, how the first tear left his eye as the call ended. how haunted he is. you took the initiation to call yeonjun's dad who is working in his workshop as yeonjun was in a state of shock. a few minutes later, you heard the sound of the vehicle in front of the house and yeonjun's dad brought both of you with him to the hospital.

the staff said that she got killed in a hit and run and died on the spot. a few witnesses think that the driver was drunk when they killed her. the enforcement failed to find them as they were driving too fast, escaping knowing that they did something wrong.

that day, a piece of yeonjun died. you soothe him as he sobs in your shoulder, letting your tee wet from his tears and snorts. you tried your best to calm him down, but you were also in a state of shock.

because of it, you can't bear to tell him that you were going to leave for the city five days after the accident. you got to tell him after the funeral. with you wearing your dark outfit and him wearing his black suit alone in front of the now covered gravesite, you told him that you have to leave him. you saw another wave of sadness in his eyes, him asking you multiple questions being the most prominent one that still aches your heart.

"what about us?"

at that time, you also are against leaving because now you weren't carrying yourself alone, you also carry yeonjun with you. you were yeonjun's support system in the hardest moments of his life at that time, and the support system wasn't supposed to leave the system they are supporting. but there you were.

yeonjun then accepts the news as you don't have the authority to let you stay here by yourself. on the day you were moving, yeonjun and his dad visit your home and help you pack up your belongings, furniture already left the home and on its way to the city. your parents thanking yeonjun's dad for everything he has done to both them and you, hoping that he can overcome the hardships he was facing and sending love and strength. you were hugging yeonjun so hard and tight that your back was sore at how tight he pulled against you, promising each other to never forget about each other anywhere you are going to be in the future.

"oh, shit! she's home" yeonjun said as he stood up, hearing a rumbling of a car in front of his window.

you quickly stood up. "oh fuck, pansy!" yeonjun then walk around his room, thinking of something while rubbing his hair multiple times.

"wait, you can't bring home pets-"

"yes, she doesn't fucking allow it. learned the hard way back then when she literally put away a stray cat i brought home from school on the streets." yeonjun looked at you. "and i know that you can't bring pets in your residence hall." he added as you follow with a nod.

you stood in front of him, grabbing his shoulders. yeonjun looks distraught and his hair all over the place. "let me handle this." you remarked.

after a few minutes and a door closed later, you and yeonjun go down to the living room. hearing the rustling of grocery bags in the kitchen.

"babe, help me with-" the voice stopped, you look through the doorway to the kitchen and find a woman wearing a black blazer, her face turned from an almost frown to a look that exudes professionalism. you stood your ground as you look at her.

you knew her. she is minjeong's violin teacher. the head of the concert that minjeong will do next month. the teacher that minjeong always complained to you about.

"oh yeonjun, who do we have here?" she said with a smile. you heard yeonjun hissed lowly behind you.

"she's a friend." yeonjun replied and you took a step toward her, opening your hand to her.

"nice to meet you, mrs. choi." she shooked your hand as you continue to introduce yourself, glancing behind to see that yeonjun is now gone, taking care of pansy.

"let me help you." you quickly remarked with mrs. choi remarked back.

"it's okay, i can handle it. you want something to drink?" you shook your head.

“i was actually going to wash the glass myself if you’re okay with it?” you move forward to the sink as she give a small nod.

seeing and hearing the woman yourself never came across to your mind. knowing minjeong has always complained to you about her, even cried because of what she said to her, and yeonjun describing her that she never took her role as his mother figure seriously irks you. seeing how she smiled at yeonjun and force a much better 'normal' look to try to impress you makes your stomach churn. how come someone can be this vile?

"i think i've seen you at the institute before. do you go there?" she asked, continuing to put the groceries into the cabinets.

"yes, i do." you replied after you closed the tap, reaching for the soap.

"what major?"

"fine arts."

she nods her head. "i'm one of the professors in the music department, violin specifically."

you give her a polite smile as she continues what she's doing. "how do you know yeonjun?" you heard her talk with a low tone when saying the name of her supposed son. the goosebumps started to form on a patch of your skin.

"we're friends since we were children. then i have to move out. i just saw him again today." you answered and put the now clean glass on the rack at the counter beside the sink.

you felt your cardigan pocket vibrating and fetch out the phone from it. you open the notifications to find yeonjun sending you a picture of pansy sleeping soundly in a box in the backyard shack, the place that you and yeonjun picked because it is now abandoned. sending him a thumbs up, you looked up and excuse yourself to mrs. choi. "i have to go back to campus cause i have an early class tomorrow."

she looks back at you and gives a warm smile. "do you have a ride?"

"yeah, yeonjun will bring me back."

you saw the woman roll her eyes, "okay, take care." you thanked her and walk out of the house as quickly as you can. saying a farewell to his dad who is still fixing the car as you brought yourself to yeonjun who is leaning in front of the truck door. you quickly pushed him to his side and climb into your side. as the truck rumble and move back to the road, you let out a huge sigh.

"what happened in there?" you look at yeonjun, gnawing your lips.

"you forgot a part where you say that your stepmom is a professor in the institute." yeonjun glances at you, raising an eyebrow.

"she's my friend's teacher who she really dislikes." you saw yeonjun gritting his teeth. you then continue. "well, i know because my friend always complained about her all the time after every class, especially now knowing she's going to perform at the concert and your stepmom is the director."

yeonjun let out a chuckle. "at least i'm not the only one that knows her true colors." you leaned back to continue.

leaning against the window, looking outside while hearing the beats and melody of the song on the radio, your childhood best friend beside you driving, seeing the sky turning from blue to orange to magenta, rubbing the palm of your hands against each other, feeling a slight chill.

today has been the most stressful day in your life, yet you feel contempt. your heart feels a little fuller. a day where you get your connection back from the past that you have unconsciously searched the entire time you're here. but with the newfound responsibility and a prophecy-like vision that you saw, you felt like something is going to change you and your life as a whole. you still don't know why you gain the powers and why is it you out of all people. maybe you have time to discover that, knowing that your support system is back with you.

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sparkles-and-trash · 2 years

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Invisible String could be such a cute Dabihawks prompt, I think we ned some fluff after the leaks...

note: w o w, ur so right for this, anon! I hope I did it justice! summary: a short story about how Keigo and Touya's lives kept almost intercepting each other, and how two lives can be so different, yet so similar all at once. Hurt/Comfort with a happy ending.

Time, mystical time Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?

Touya Todoroki is six years old when he and his mother is out shopping in the part of town his Father doesn't like them going to. His mother always tells him they have the best produce and farmers markets here though, and Touya's silence can be bought with two scoops of the ice cream of the old ice cream truck at the market, so it works out.

Touya has a habit of wandering off in supermarkets, and today is no different. He sees some big bins of hero plushes, and naturally he has to investigate. He pretends that it doesn't bother him when he sees multiple All Might plushes find new owners as he stands quietly observing, partly hidden behind a shelf of cereal, but his pride is a little hurt. Before he has too much time to think about it, however, his mother finds him and reminds him that he has ice cream to get to, and the unfairness of the plushes are quickly forgotten.

That is until Touya is helping his mom bag their groceries, and he spots something as red as his own hair out of the corner of his eye, making him whip his head around to get a better look. The red isn't hair, however, but feathers, feathers attached to small wings, whom again are attached to a small boy. Touya's chest burns with pride as he realizes the winged boy is carrying an Endeavor plush with stars in his strange, golden eyes, holding the toy as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

That same night, as Touya is fast asleep back in his house, on the right side of town, a small boy with small, red wings is whispering to his new plush friend about how strange it was that he saw a boy with the brightest red hair and electric blue eyes that matches the plush itself in town today.

Keigo Takami is seven years old when he and his mother is all alone in the world. The police and Endeavor himself took his father away. Endeavor. He was real. And he had freed Keigo and his mom from his big, loud and violent dad. So why wasn't his mom happier?

Keigo tries his best to listen as his mother tells him how has to go steal them some food, but it's hard to listen well with so many people and sounds around. Keigo's eyes, ears and wings aren't used to this many sensory distractions. And wasn't stealing what got his dad put in prison, anyway?

Keigo's wings shiver strangely, alerting him that someone is watching them, and he turns his head quickly to find out who it could be. His eyes meets those of a young girl, probably around his own age, with white hair with little red specks in it and glasses neatly placed on her face. Keigo just blinks, unsure of what to do, but the girl smiles at him, and looks like she's about to say something, when her mom, who Keigo hadn't even noticed, gently pulls her along. The girl turns back to wave at him, but before Keigo can wave back, some strange men in black suits crowd him and his mother, and his attention is once again shifting, not realizing his life is being changed forever in this exact moment.

That same night, young Fuyumi Todoroki tells her older brother about the strange bird-boy she saw in town that day, and how men in black suits suddenly came to take him and his mother away, in the middle of everything. Touya wishes that someone would come and take him away, too.

Touya is fourteen years old when he's blindly running trough the streets away from his home. No, not his home, not anymore. A house, yes, but no home. His bare feet slaps loudly against the uneven asphalt ground, hot, angry tears are clouding his vision, and his ears are ringing with pain and confusion, and all he knows is that he cannot look back.

Touya barley spots the small alley almost hidden behind a dumpster and a advertisement sign outside a small store, and without giving it a second thought he turns the corner and sprints into the dark alley, finding comfort in the cool shadows. He runs until he finds a spot between two big dumpsters, finally coming to a halt, gasping for his breath, sinking slowly down to the ground, shaking legs no longer able to hold him up. He places his arms on his knees and rests his head on top of them, trying to calm himself down.

A small voice coming from outside his hiding spot halts the process of calming down though, and Touya whips his head up, looking defensive around. The voice quietly tells him that he's okay, the owner of the voice isn't going to come any closer. The voice sounds like it belongs to a boy, maybe a little younger than Touya himself, and Touya shakily asks whoever it is to please leave him alone. The owner of the voice doesn't do that, but he doesn't come closer, either. The voice asks if Touya is okay, if he needs help, and Touya declines, hoping this will finally get the person to leave. It doesn't.

The two boys continues their quiet, hushed conversation on each side of the dumpster in the dark alley, as Touya finds himself whispering about his life as a failed creation, the other boy quietly listens, and when Touya is done speaking, it's so quiet he almost thinks the boy left without him realizing. But then the voice is back, quiet but determined, telling Touya that he is not a waste, that he can probably do good things, because you never know how life is going to change in just a moment. When the stranger asks for his name, Touya gives it without a second thought, but before he can get a name back, the voice tells him to be quiet, and Touya hears someone coming running.

A harsh voice tells the other boy that he can't just dissapear like that, doesn't he know how much trouble he could make for this man, and the boy quietly apologizes, saying he thought someone was in trouble. The last thing Touya hears of the boy is how he's being dragged along by the angry man, and the names he calls the kind, quiet boy that makes Touya's hands shake in anger. But he knows better than to interfere, so he quietly exists the other side of the alley and makes his way back home, where nobody even noticed that he had been away in the first place.

That night Touya decides that the quiet boy from the alley was right, that he could do good things, that he might not be a total failure. Touya decides to go back to Sekoto Peak the next day to continue his training on his own. Keigo is lying in his own bed in the bare, white room he lives in at the Commission headquarters, unable to sleep because he is thinking about Touya, the boy from the alley. He hopes he said the right things, and that maybe, somehow, they can meet again, maybe even be friends.

Hawks is twenty-three years old when he wakes up in the hospital with his wings missing, a large part of his body and his throat badly burned, and with a horrible, heavy feeling in his heart.

He barley registers the nurses, doctors, Best Jeanist, any of the people trying to talk to him, their voices are all being drowned out by a single other voice, repeating the same two words over and over again. Touya Todoroki. Touya. Todoroki. Touya Todoroki. Hawks isn't sure which part of the name that threw him off the most. Touya, the quiet boy with the painful flames in his body he had talked to in the alley all those years ago, but never stopped thinking about. Todoroki. Endeavor, Shoto. Fire quirks. Dabi. It all made such terrible sense, but simultaneously didn't make any sense at all.

Hawks knows it's not all a big coincidence. He knows Endeavor had a son that died at fourteen. A son that died in a training accident involving fire. He also knew Dabi had always had something familiar about him. Something hidden behind the cold, distant veil over his electric blue eyes. Something eerily familiar, yet so foreign. An anger he had seen and heard hints of before, both from the boy in the alley and the Number 1 Hero. But also a different side, a more timid, thoughtful one, one he recognized in the shaking voice behind the dumpster, and from the quiet, but determined Shoto. Hawks has no idea where to go next.

The nights following his and Hawks big showdown, Dabi still can't find total peace with the whole situation. He had expected a big reaction from the so-called hero, but he hadn't been prepared for the way Hawks had seemed to lose all the fighting spirit he had left as the words hit him. Dabi tells himself that the only reason he is this upset about this is because it's a riddle he can't quite seem to figure out, but sometimes, in the darkest parts on the night, he feels like there is something else, something monumental, that he can't begin to get the grasp on, and it leaves him with an unease he cannot shake, no matter how hard he tries.

Touya is twenty-five years old, and he is still fighting himself every single day. Every single morning he wakes up and has to fight off the thoughts that are screaming at him for being here. He closes his eyes and covers his ears, trying to push away the voices telling him that accepting help is the same as admitting defeat. That going along with the program is betraying every single principle he has held onto the last ten years. But then he takes a deep breath, and another one, and another one. And then he opens his eyes, removes his hands from his ears, slowly, shakily, and he looks at the things he keeps on his nightstand. The photos and letters. The newspapers. He takes a few more deep breaths. And then he starts his day.

The days in the facility all feels similar, almost to the point of blending into each other, and Touya still isn't sure how he feels about it. His therapist tells him it's a part of the program, to regain a sense of routine and to be re-introduced to the concept of a normal day to day life. Touya thinks it's hard to regain something he never had to begin with.

In stead of working on regaining things he never had, Touya starts focusing on introducing himself to what life suddenly has the potential to be. He still isn't capable to see too far into the future, to plan for things more than a month away, to imagine life as something unlimited and filled with potential. He is told this is natural, but it's also frustrating.

Another thing Touya is trying to get accustomed too, is having people seeking him out of their own, free will. He is surprised every time a member of his family shows up. He still cannot fully meet their eyes. Except, ironically, for Shoto's. Somehow the straight forward, strange boy that is his younger brother brings him some form of comfort. Maybe it's because they never had a relationship to begin with, so there's not much unsaid like with Fuyumi, Natsuo and his Mother. Maybe it's the fact that he knows Shoto says exactly what he thinks, no matter what, so he never has to wonder if there's any hidden agenda. No matter what it is, Touya appreciates it. He hopes he finds the words to express it some day.

Another person who keeps showing up here without Touya fully grasping why, is Hawks. No, not Hawks; Keigo. His name is Keigo. It suits him, Touya thinks, and he sees how it makes the other mans mask fall more and more, the less he is addressed to as his alias. He job title, the fake persona. That's another strangely comforting thing, the fact that they have a lot of the same work to do, the two of them. They both have parts of themselves they considered to be dead, that suddenly are staring to show themselves again, parts of themselves they have to get to know all over again.

One of the days he and Keigo are sitting outside in the gardens talking about some meaningless gossip about the staff at the facility, Touya notices that Keigo isn't half as interested as he usually is, and he finally gets the winged hero to spill what's on his mind. When Keigo looks him right in the eyes and asks if he remembers the day in the dark alley behind the dumpsters in his home town, Touya's mind goes absolutely blank. And then it clicks.

The little boy with the bright red wings and Endeavor plush. The strange bird kid Fuyumi saw getting taken away by men in suits. The quiet voice in the alley that day, almost eleven years ago. The way Keigo had reacted to his name the ay of their fight.

It cannot be possible, there is no way. But it is. Because even if Keigo had no idea that Touya actually knew of him before the other way around, the look on his face tells Touya everything he needs to know. Neither of them knows how to react, but somehow, a piece that had been missing between them for a long time snaps into place with a startling preciseness. They hug for the first time ever when Keigo leaves that day. The next times he visits, they hold hands. When Keigo finally asks if he can kiss him the day Touya is being discharged from the facility, Touya thinks that Shoto will never let him hear the end of this.

Touya Todoroki was never one for believing in shit like the universe, faith or destiny or whatever. He still isn't, mostly.

But that doesn't stop him from thinking how he and Keigo had been pulled together by some unseen force, all this time.

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iamthenightcolormeblack · 3 years

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Impressions of Bride and Prejudice (2004)

I finally watched this movie as it is currently free on YouTube! It's a really interesting "modern-day" adaptation (specifically a Bollywood musical) of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice which takes place in Amritsar, India, London, England and California, USA instead of the English countryside. It stars Aishwarya Rai as Elizabeth Bennet (now Lalita Bakshi) and Martin Henderson as Mr. Darcy (William Darcy).

Names:

Bakshis = Bennets

Jaya Bakshi = Jane Bennet

Lalita Bakshi = Elizabeth Bennet

Maya Bakshi = Mary Bennet

Lakhi Bakshi = Lydia Bennet (Kitty isn't included here)

Kholi Saab = Mr. Collins

Balraj = Bingley

Chandra Lamba = Charlotte Lucas

Kiran = Caroline Bingley

Darcy's mother (Catherine Darcy) = Lady Catherine de Bourgh

The Casting:

Aishwarya Rai as Lalita Bakshi. She's captivating and beautiful as Lalita, with intelligence and wits to match. The film understands why Elizabeth Bennet is one of literature's greatest heroines: she has a lot of self-respect, speaks her mind, and refuses to compromise on her values. What's most important is that she achieves the balance between the two clashing cultures: she cares about her family and respects Indian traditions yet is also a strong individual who keeps her dignity.

Martin Henderson as William Darcy. I don't like that Darcy is an American in this movie because (in general) Americans are usually less reserved than British people, so it takes away a key part of Darcy's character (his repressed emotions). He's much more sympathetic than book Darcy because he seems to be more open-minded towards Indian culture the more he learns about it (unlike book Darcy, who is stubborn and insists that his "good opinion once lost is lost forever"). In the book, Darcy's pride has several characteristics (belief in the correctness of his opinions, belief in his social superiority, bad treatment of others he thinks is beneath him). I don't like how the film simplified his pride into imperialism/ethnocentrism, which he lets go of pretty quickly. Plus his "rudeness" can easily be perceived as discomfort in a new cultural environment because he hasn't been exposed to Indian culture, whereas in the book it seems to be intentional (and Darcy acknowledges to Elizabeth that he was taught to treat others beyond his own social circle meanly). Overall I had rather too much sympathy for him because he's too easy to read; he's experiencing a lot of culture shocks which he isn't prepared for, and his imperialistic beliefs (which come from his mother) don't help. One of the reasons book Darcy is interesting is because he's mysterious; his emotions remain hidden and the only sign of his growing love for Elizabeth is his staring at her. This Darcy is just a typical white American boy who is in love with a woman far superior to him in terms of intellect and cultural awareness.

Nitin Ganatra as Kohli Saab. Mr. Collins is one of my favorite cringe characters ever and never fails to disappoint. In this movie, he's an accountant who lives in the Beverly Hills area in Southern California and is very arrogant because he thinks he's a big shot living close to celebrities in a one-of-a-kind colonial home (when in actuality he lives in a cookie-cutter house in a suburb). He peppers his speech with Western slang to show off how "American" (and thus wealthy) he is, yet still clings to outmoded beliefs that women should be submissive housewives. He represents the very worst of Western culture in that he's materialistic and looks down on Indian culture as beneath him. In his quest for riches he has lost his Indian identity and become greedy.

Notable Scenes:

The first dance. Balraj is happy to have fun and show off his awesome dancing skills. Darcy, meanwhile, observes that the mothers are eyeing Balraj for the marriage market and is worried that his friend may be trapped by gold-diggers. He's clearly uncomfortable and out of his element here, so Kiran helps translate the songs for him. It's interesting seeing Kiran as a translator here because it would explain why she's one of the few people Darcy hangs out with; she's a cultural intermediary here to help him acclimate to a strange new environment.

Darcy snubs Lalita. This part in the book where Darcy insults Elizabeth by proclaiming her "tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me" is significant in forming Elizabeth's hatred of Darcy. Not only is he impolite in refusing to dance with Elizabeth, he also shames her by criticizing her looks. In the movie, Darcy excuses himself from dancing with Lalita by saying that he's busy preparing for a conference (in this version, he's a rich businessman who operates luxury hotels). I wish they had kept the original insult in because without it, Lalita's dislike of Darcy has less merit. While it was impolite of him to not dance, he did use a proper excuse and didn't insult Lalita, so unlike in the book, it doesn't make sense why she would hate him so intensely after that one meeting.

A Marriage Has Come to Town song. In this song-and-dance number, Lalita and Jaya are preparing for the wedding to Balraj. The whole town is excited for the wedding and Lalita wonders if life for a woman is all about getting married to be a mere wife: "It seems they had nothing in their lives before today / and why are they so happy to give a daughter away."

Darcy and Lalita conversation #1: Lalita points out most Amritsar residents can't afford to stay at Darcy's luxury hotels; Darcy says standards are necessary, justifying the high price. Darcy says he finds arranged marriages strange and "backwards," hinting at an affinity with Lalita as they are both "romantics." Lalita, still thinking that Darcy is attempting to insult Indian culture, says that arranged marriages have evolved and may not be so evil as he thinks it is.

Lalita and Darcy "accomplished woman" scene. So they have the part from the book where they have Darcy's unrealistic list of the characteristics of his perfect woman and then it becomes a culture clash. Lalita says Darcy's whole hotel business is imperialism (the tourists visit without appreciating Indian culture and the jobs created only benefit the well-off). Darcy replies: "But I'm not British" ("American exceptionalism" is just another form of imperialism).

Dinner with Kohli Saab. I love watching all the "Dinner with Mr. Collins" scenes from all Pride and Prejudice adaptations because it reveals Collins' great arrogance in assuming himself to be of greater importance than he is, as well as his bad manners. This movie does not disappoint; Kohli Saab literally eats with his fingers, shoving rice into his mouth while talking at the same time. Meanwhile, he spews out misogynistic views of women, stating that he came to India to find a "traditional" wife who will serve and obey him; after all, there is "no life without wife." He notes that the Indian-American girls have "a conceited sort of independence" (not what he actually said in the movie, this is a quote from the book which really fits here) and that some of the Indian-American girls "have turned into the lesbian." Lalita later recalls that watching Kohli Saab eat is like observing "a Jackson Pollock painting."

"No Life Without Wife" song. An accurate reading of Kholi Saab: he's "crude and loud" and came to find a wife by flashing his "green card, new house, and big cash." The song reveals what a hypocrite he is; he's lonely and pathetic because there is "no life without wife" yet he won't respect his wife as his equal. I love the "Kohliwood" fantasy sequence where Lalita pictures herself unhappily serving Kohli as a submissive wife. After the song ends Lalita imagines herself marrying Wickham in the English countryside before it turns out Darcy is the groom; she runs away from him.

The Cobra dance. Maya shows off her dancing skills in an awkward dance. Kholi criticizes Indians for being "unsophisticated" (what an arrogant person) while Darcy, in a change of heart, praises how highly they value family.

Kholi's proposal. I love how he tries to train himself to power walk because it's trendy and before proposing stretches himself clumsily, knocking over a pot (he definitely isn't husband material). Lalita mocks Kholi's obsession with physical health, pointing out that many people are physically healthy but don't exercise their minds.

Visiting Kiran. Kiran is arrogant and takes the Bakshis over to her fancy apartment where the mother tries and fails to show some cultural knowledge. I find it interesting that the movie made Lalita and Kiran foils of each other. They are both intelligent women who are "multicultural" in that they can navigate both Indian and Western culture, but they use their cultural knowledge in different ways. Kiran uses it to belittle others and demonstrate her own superiority, while Lalita uses it as a means of gaining respect for herself and others.

Darcy ends up on the same airplane flight as Lalita. This is a cute scene where he gives the first class seat to Mrs. Bakshi just so he can sit with Lalita in economy class (he's totally in love with her!).

Kohli Saab's epic house tour. Love how he pays great attention to the jet tubs and the closets.

Meeting Darcy's mom. She's totally ethnocentric and possibly racist. The first thing she asks Lalita is "tell me about India" and she expresses her disappointment at Darcy's decision (because of Lalita, it's so obvious he's in love) not to buy the hotel in India because "everybody has their hand on India these days" (brings to mind spheres of influence/colonialism since the mother sees India as a place to make a profit). Then the mother reveals that she really isn't interested in India and only knows about its stereotypes: "well, with yoga, and spices, and...wonderful Eastern things here there's no point in traveling there anymore." Meanwhile Lalita retorts that "people haven't stopped going to Italy because Pizza Hut's around the corner."

The first proposal. Darcy's conflicted feelings for Lalita are effectively summed up (perhaps better than in the book, where he begins well but ends with a long account of the inferiority of Elizabeth's connections): "he loves her in spite of the fact that he tried to forget about her, he still wants to marry her in spite of the fact that his family (specifically his mom) will disapprove." Unfortunately, the emphasis on the social inferiority of Lalita's family is left out; Darcy doesn't say anything else until Lalita claims that he thinks her family is inferior and blames him for separating Jaya and Balraj. I don't like this because it seems like the separation of Jaya and Balraj was the only reason Elizabeth rejected Darcy. Also Elizabeth's admission that she did try to overlook her prejudice of Darcy doesn't make sense, because only after the first proposal does she do so.

Plot Changes. The major plot points are all included but the "order of events" has changed:

Lalita and Darcy become friends and she meets his family before his disastrous first proposal. There's a montage where they are traveling alone together, visiting the Grand Canyon and sharing a moment on the beach. I don't like this change because Darcy's separating Jane and Bingley wasn't the only reason Elizabeth rejected him, it was because she hated him (arrogant, proud, doesn't treat others nicely). By showing early on that Darcy is a good person, Lalita's prejudice against Darcy makes less sense because she now has a glimpse of Darcy's true character which in the book doesn't happen until the Pemberley visit.

Their early friendship disrupts Darcy's character journey because it reduces the significance of the first proposal to his character development. In the book, he doesn't start to reform himself until Elizabeth tells him that he needs to behave in a "more gentleman-like manner."

The first proposal is the consequence of all the miscommunication and false perceptions affecting Elizabeth and Darcy, and it motivates both characters to change. Elizabeth rightly scolds Darcy for being inconsiderate; he did the proposal for the selfish reason of purging his feelings so that he wouldn't have to suffer anymore and assumed that she would say yes. Elizabeth rejects him because of his rude manners and lack of consideration, and his defensiveness (where he portrays himself as the victim of feelings and implies he's such a good boy for wanting to marry her in spite of her horrid family) doesn't help. After realizing the extent to which Elizabeth hates him, Darcy writes The Letter to set things right, and Elizabeth realizes that she is not the best judge of character. Thus, giving us a fuller picture of Darcy's character and letting him charm Lalita before the first proposal reduces the significance of the event to the plot and character development.

Wickham and Lakhi have a connection early on, making Lakhi's attempted elopement inevitable. Right after the failed first proposal, Lakhi runs off with Wickham and Lalita and Darcy find out about it at the same time that Darcy comes to apologize and tell Lalita that Wickham is bad. I love that Wickham was punished really badly; after Darcy fights him, he gets slapped twice, once by Lalita and the second time by Lakhi. Even better is that Lakhi doesn't end up with Wickham.

Themes

The film uses the culture clash between India (Eastern) and Western cultures to examine what makes a good marriage.

Indian culture as presented by the film is more collectivist ("we" over "I"). It also promotes traditional gender roles, with women expected to be "meek and submissive" wives. In contrast, Western culture in the film is more individualistic and aspirational (careers and love are possible). But at its worst it condones exploitation of others for profit and cultural intolerance.

In the book, there are different kinds of "culture clashes:" traditional nobility versus new money (the Bingleys made their fortune in trade and Caroline is hoping to be an accomplished woman to make up for this), country versus city (Darcy offending Mrs. Bennet by claiming that the society is "confined and unvarying") and arranged versus romantic marriages.

The misunderstandings that propel the story (Darcy's dismissing of Elizabeth as "tolerable," him falling in love with her even though she still hates him, her belief in the legitimacy of "first impressions") are emphasized through the culture clash. Many of the conflicts in the film are a result of cultural stereotypes and conflicting beliefs.

Interestingly the film doesn't resolve the question it raises of how best to appreciate India and its culture. Lalita raises a lot of points about not oversimplifying Indian culture to a few stereotypes, but one could argue that India as represented by the film might be stereotypical. With the exception of the resort scenes and Goa beaches (which are tourist traps according to the film), the scenes in India heavily emphasize the "developing country" aspects of India with lots of pastoral scenes (cows crossing the road unharmed, farmland, dirt, shacks, dirty motorcycles fighting each other in traffic). Plus the "culture" as represented by the film's dance sequences seems to be the dominant Hindu culture with lots of elephants and saris and curry. Yes, I know this film is a romantic comedy, but the assertion that India is a complex, diverse country is contradicted by what we are presented. Presenting the rustic aspects of India would explain why the characters want to get out of India and go to the richer Western nations, but it harms the premise of the story that we shouldn't judge based on first impressions because the India scenes seem to confirm a Westerner's stereotypes of India (exotic people living in a primitive land).

Changing views on marriage: In the film, as in the book, we are presented with traditional and modern views on what makes a good marriage. Mr. Collins' marriage represents the traditional view in which marriage is a practical "economic proposition," much like a business deal where the marriage is made for the securing of material wealth and happiness comes last. Lady Catherine and other members of the aristocracy view marriage as a means of producing heirs (and bringing large amounts of money through dowries) to keep the property (source of power and wealth) in the family. The modern view of marriage is a partnership of equals who love and respect each other; happiness rather than material wealth/power is the priority. It threatens the power of the traditional nobles as it provides the potential for social climbing. Finally, it becomes another part of the culture clash, as it also ties in with the Western value of individualism, putting it at odds with the more collectivist Indian culture as presented by the film.

Elizabeth and Darcy in the book and in the film are united by their belief in a marriage based on love (the modern view). In the film, Darcy says he wants to look forward to starting each day with his wife, while Lalita says she wants a man who is a romantic and respects her for her mind. For instance, Elizabeth states that "only the deepest love will induce me into matrimony" and that Jane and Bingley should have some time to get to know each other before being rushed into marriage. To Elizabeth, mutual love and respect are essential for a marriage to succeed.

As for book Darcy, when Caroline catches him admiring Elizabeth and asks if he will marry her right away, he jokingly rebuffs her for making that assumption: "A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment. I knew you would be wishing me joy." Significantly, he mentions love needing to come before marriage, hinting that he shares the same belief about respect (admiration) and love being necessary for a good marriage. In fact, a big reason he separated Jane from Bingley was because he feared that Jane did not love Bingley in return. In short, love in marriage is just as important to Darcy as it is to Elizabeth.

Conclusion:

Bride and Prejudice, as shown by the title, focuses heavily on the theme of marriage and uses the culture clash between India and the West to emphasize the importance of first impressions in our treatment of others.

Even if you aren't into Pride and Prejudice, the movie is worth watching for the Bollywood dance sequences. I also liked the songs because they effectively developed the marriage theme.

The characters are mostly true to the book, except for Darcy, who isn't proud enough and is quick to reform his character.

Last but not least, the real villains of the story were imperialism and ethnocentrism.

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I agree with you 100% on Taylor capitalising her own "mythology"... the beanie in the ATW short film poster took me back to *that* pap shot of her and Jake walking in peak fall weather with coffee, surrounded by yellowing leaves. THE picture of those two (of the very very few we have). Like she put the beanie on Dylan to directly evoke that pap shot, right? She uses these public details so the fans can feel like they're in on her story. It is both genius and annoying, just like you said. I both hate and love her for it. If anyone's gonna make money exploiting her life, it's gonna be her. This is fair.

So if Fearless TV was the 10-years-later JOE album, and Red TV is the 10-years-later JAKE album, does that mean 1989 is gonna be the 10-years-later-REDACTED album? HIM? That White Man from the NY Central Park Zoo Press Tour? Then Rep TV will be the post-1989 Joe 2.0 New and Improved Album, but also the Calvin/Tom Album? Because if the marketing is to pitch one of her lovers to the masses, as in there is a KEY muse to each album....then she's going to be taking several trips down memory lane, right? Isn't that kind of what she hated about what the media etc. did to her? But now she is using that same strategy as a marketing ploy? Does any of this make sense, like is she now doing, in her thirties, what others did to her, only she is doing it to herself and she is doing it to make money, and if yes, does it make it okay, since SHE is the one that is now exploiting her own dating history instead of tabloids? (Apologies for the ramble, I have no idea what my main Q was anymore lol)

Looking forward to a whole new generation of Tiktok children making their videos spiralling about Taylor's love life. Also looking forward to Jake/Tom being asked about the albums on their press tours for their films (cue: I don't know her meme)

i've always found it funny when during 1989 she was like "y'all focus too much on my boyfriends" as if she didn't literally use all her boyfriends for album promo, like babe you can't have it both ways. her entire shtick during fearless was that she was boy crazy, her entire shtick during red was that she was a serial breaker upper, and she leaned into that! like obviously what the media did to her was unnecessarily vicious, but it's not as if she wasn't the one who started it.

and i think at the moment she's weaponising this Serial Dater image again to sell albums, before it can be weaponised against her (though how likely/successful it would be a second time around is unclear)

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10 Things I Hate About You • 001

masterlist • 001, 002, 003... coming soon

Chapter One — The Rule

summary: jj & rafe talk w/ the dean, regular expositional stuffs

word count: 1618

warnings: a singular swear word, sexual innuendos & use of euphemisms for terms used in writing smut, allusions to underage drug use.

a/n: i hope this chapter isn't boring 😔 but yALL IM BEYOND EXCITED TO START THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA KDJD

The Kildare County High School of the Outer Banks in North Carolina is a tale of two cities. The Kooks and the Pogues each have their metaphorically crowned Princes and Princesses, and separate castes in their social hierarchies walking the halls. As one Kook Princess, Kacey Brooks, violently rips a poster advertising the Spring Fling dance off the bulletin board, the Pogue Prince, JJ Maybank, and the Kook Prince, Rafe Cameron, are just about to run into each other in the doorway of the Dean’s office.

The Dean is a thin woman with a raspy voice. She’s snappy, vulgar, and in the midst of writing plotless, and pointless, smut into a novel.

JJ is sat on the opposite side of the Dean's desk, starting at the HP emblem etched into the back of her computer, the clacking of the keyboard keys echoed through the office. He knew why he landed himself there, he just wished she would let him go already. She wanted him gone, he wanted him gone, cut out the middleman and let him leave. The Dean wanted to write out graphic ( and disturbing ) sex scenes, and JJ wanted to get to the quad where he could watch Gracie Brooks from afar in between second and third period.

The Dean carefully closed her laptop, her thin, almost witchy fingers treating her creative medium with more respect than she's ever shown the students of Kildare County. Tapping her thick, pink framed glasses up the tanned bridge of her crooked nose, her eyes settled on JJ. He leant backwards in his chair, tipping precariously on its back legs. He looked the same as he always did when he came face to face with the Dean; a heather grey Coors t-shirt with the sleeves cut off draped over his shoulders—the emblem on the center of his shirt was problematic in itself—, navy blue cargo shorts hung relatively low from his hips, but not enough that he was showing anymore than anyone wanted to see, and his black combat boots left black treds on the tile flooring from the rubber soles. Tousled blond tendrils of hair were more or less disheveled than usual as they curled around his forehead, shading his cerulean eyes that were watching the Dean expectantly.

“Alright, Maybank. You’ve been absent the past week.” She picked up the file that was placed next to her closed laptop, a single piece of printer paper sticking out of the manila folder. her eyes scanned the corner of the paper, just soaking in the most surface level information as to why JJ Maybank was sitting in her office—again.

He nodded slightly, just barely dipping his chin in acknowledgement. “Yes, Ma’am. Do you wanna know—” JJ knew their conversation wouldn't last much longer. The Dean wanted him in and out. She had to mark that the student was in her office as part of her job description, but she didn't actually have to offer them advice or discipline.

“That’s enough. I’m sure this will happen again, just don’t be so obvious next time.” The Dean, who JJ knew by first name ( they were that well acquainted ), stood out of her chair to shoo the blond out of her small workspace she grew to call… her imaginative corner. The needy, shit-for-brains teenagers that were in and out of the place all day were ruining the “aura.”

“Pleasure doin’ business with ya, Ma’am.” JJ replied as he turned on his boot-clad heel through the doorway, only to come face-to-face with Rafe Cameron. Rafe Cameron, the Kook Prince in all his Ralph Lauren polo glory. It wasn’t that JJ was short—he wasn’t at six feet tall—, but Rafe had two inches of height up on him. Even in a metaphorical sense, Rafe seemingly always had the upper hand. Whether it was from a financial, familial, or even school performance standpoint.

So, with a pointed glare ( that was returned by Rafe ), JJ stepped through the doorway, eager to rid himself of the Cameron boy's presence before he threw a punch for no reason besides intuition.

The Dean looked up as JJ walked away, leaving Rafe to turn in towards the interior of the office, a smirk that was bound to stick on his face like a silly childhood white lie, pulling at the corner of his lips. “Rafe Cameron,” her scratchy voice drawled as she dropped her clipboard about a foot onto her desk, letting the clattering sound echo. Rafe didn’t bother with the formalities of sitting down, he, like JJ, knew he would be in and out before he could say the words, “Outer Banks.”

“I see we’re making these visits a weekly ritual.”

“Only so I can see you, Ma’am.” His smirk widened into a sarcastic grin. Despite being so, outlandishly different, Rafe and JJ were uncannily the same. Even in ways they wouldn’t be caught dead with another person knowing about. “Should I play our collection of Frank Ocean songs?”

“Very clever, Rage.” She exaggerated her calling him Rage, his name was so close to the word and the word described almost his entire personality. The Dean relished in the irony. She picked up another manila folder, flipping through the papers inside she looked back towards the boy with disdain. “Says here you snorted coke in the cafeteria?”

Rafe sighed, what it said was absolutely the truth, but he couldn’t get by without putting at least a little effort in. “I was joking, I was pretending to do a bump when it was just salt.”

“Salt?” The Dean walked towards Rafe ready to push him out of her office, although the snorting of coke started turning gears in her crude brain. “That had to burn going down didn’t it? Next time, do it in the bathroom. Now, adios!”

With an exaggerated eye roll, Rafe left the Dean’s office, where she was opening up her laptop once more, muttering to herself, “Snorting coke...high sex? Bump, sounds modern.”

. . .

In the heart of the quad, as the wind picked up, blowing the remnants of an oceanic breeze across the grounds of the high school, JJ fell into step with his best friend—John B. Neither had materials needed for class. John B had a piece of paper stuffed into the back pocket of his shorts, and JJ was going off maybe having a pen or pencil in the amalgam of beer bottle caps and the paper with which he handrolls his joints jingling in one of the various pockets in his cargo shorts. Groups of people stand in their own, small congregations. There are the basic beauts—the Kook girls and guys that have nothing going for them besides their looks. Their parents make good money, enough to stay on Figure Eight, the rich side of the island, but not enough for them to be extraordinary in any feat. There are the surfers; they are Cut’s pride and joy. They adorn their lockers with stickers and listen to reggae music in the halls. One of the only groups in school that intermingled between social classes, that is to say the only group that blurred the line between Kook and Pogue, are the stoners. Lots of smoking weed, but sometimes someone can rope in something stronger. Normally, it was cocaine, considering the expansive market for the drug in the Outer Banks.

John B and JJ found another one of their close friends, Pope. The three Pogues were in their own little world, talking amongst themselves about possible storms heading in that would create surges perfect to surf when Gracie Brooks and her best friend, Arianna Chavez passed them. JJ’s attention was immediately caught. He was like a fish and whenever he talked to Gracie, saw Gracie, hell, whenever he interacted with her in any way, he would take the bait on the fishing rod. She was like a magnet, albeit, she didn’t quite return his feelings.

Gracie is one of Figure Eight’s finest. Her mother split a few years ago, and neither Gracie, nor her older sister Kacey Brooks, have told anyone why. Steve Brooks—Kacey and Gracie’s father—is an obstetrician, and one of the very few on the island. That in itself racks in quite the salary for the two Kook princesses to spend.

“Oh, my God,” he whispered, as the two girls passed him.

Gracie continued to preach the differences between “like” and “love” via the analogy of her high-top Converse to her Doc Martens. Arianna nodded her head in agreement. While there was just something about Gracie, whether it be her cookie-cutter looking exterior in short dresses or her allusions to a deeper meaning behind her relationships with her shoes, there was also something about Arianna. Before she became best friends with Gracie, she was more outgoing, more talkative, more eloquent with her words, but Gracie’s influence changed that, and if the universe was any indication, it seldom sure that Arianna would revert back to her pre-Gracie self after her influence is gone.

“Dude, you know the rule.” John B said, tugging on JJ’s shoulder as the blond sixteen-year-old almost followed Gracie, like he couldn't help but just be pulled into her wake. It was true, JJ did know the rule. It was widely known that the Brooks sisters Do Not Date. In Kacey’s freshman year, the rule was widely condemned by the male population until halfway through the year something snapped. She was no longer just another Kook Princess with preppy sundresses and vintage Reeboks. Now, all the fuss was on Gracie. Every guy was vying for her attention. She simply relished in the attention, and all JJ could do was pine quietly until graduation. Or, he could meddle. There was always that.

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Not happening. (Not again)

He sighed in pure annoyance and hatred while walking slowly behind the desperate girl that was running and whimpering for help on that filthy alley.

He didn't even wasted his energy running after, because he knew that no matter what, that girl would always come back to him by force or by will. Especially when she didn't want it any more deaths happening because of her curse...

Nobody understanded. Nobody. Eri's blood was essential for reviving the old man's wish and dream... and to free his dear one from her curse.

He didn't had much time...

"Sir?" The doctor spoked aprehensively with Chisaki while you got out from the hospital bed "Mind if we talk for just a bit?... alone?"

He arched his eyebrow in pure disgust and annoyance while you giggled and waved your hands up in the air.

"Is okay! I will get out." You looked at Chisaki with a smile before discretely caresing his gloved hand "I will wait for you outside on the waiting room, right?"

"Be careful." He said simply, the moment you closed the door his body immediately froze while his gut told him subsconciously that.. something bad was going to happen.

This usually appeared minutes before he saw you dying...

"Overhaul sir..." the doctor sighed with grief "About your partner's quirk.."

"Spit it out." He growled while glaring daggers at the doctor.

"... you might want to take a seat." The man showed with his palm at the chair in fron of his desk.

Despite being so aprehensive, and dare he say anxious, he sitted slowly, glaring at him for answers. The man sighed, while locking his hands together on the desk.

"She has not much time left." Kai's eyes widened like they never had before on his life, gloves dissapearing in one blink of a eye.

"..what?" He breathed out, his spine going colder and colder by the infuriating tic and toc from that clock hanging on the wall.

"Her quirk. I treated her father once, so I sadly know the deal..." he looked up at Chisaki with a sour expression "Pardon me for asking... but how many times did she..?"

"... I almost lost count. But I guess it was... 119..."

The doctor winced before taking inhaling, preparing to bring the bad news for the young man in front of him.

"Quirks like that have a certain... limit of atturing themselfs... You can guess that by many times she got weaker and more fragile to some of accidents right?" He saw Chisaki nodding a bit trembly.

"That means her body is not taking anymore... Overhaul, I am afraid to say this... but if she suffers another accident or even much loss of blood... her quirk is not going to work anymore and..."

"Will not... be back." He ßaid in oure horror while the doctor nodded sadly, never once expecting to see such a face on the yakusa boss future leader.

"I am afraid so... Her father died by something so indignant, he fell down some stairs, something that it seems normal for us. But his wife told me that he had presented death by the number 119... just like your partner out there."

His heart dropped to his stomach as his eyes remained wide... one more. One more and you would be gone for real...

"You can't tell me there isn't a fucking cure for this." He hissed teh words, griping on his pants so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"Only by a miracle... maybe if her quirl was removed or something, her cells of the body would be slowly recuperating their strenght and health..." he sighed "But that's impossible. Unless you have someone like Eraserhead in your house and keeps using his quirk on her."

He lifted up abruptly from his chair, scaring a bit the man before he nodded and left his room with a bitter and insufferable taste on hsi mouth.

He opened the door and bites his tongue to not just cry and fall on your arms when he saw you reading some magazine and gently waved at him when noticed presence.

One more time.. and he would lose this...

"So. Any bad news?" You asked worriedly before he carresed your cheek, sighing in relief when your face melt in bliss at his touch.

"No. No, nothing of bad news." He lied bitterly before walking besides you "Just warnings for you to be more.. careful."

"Does he know it doesn't depend on me?" You asked sadly, frow returning "It just happens out of no where... you know that."

He sighed trembling before reaching for your hand, pushing you gently for him to be on the side of the street instead.

"I know this better than anyone angel... trust me." He sighed heavily, you tilted your head at his expression.

He wasn't wearing that stoic facade of his... he seemed more... angry? Desperate? Even determined you would guess.

"Kai? Did he said something else?" You pried, only receuving a shake of his head and a squeeze on your hand.

You... had a bad feeling about this... yet, couldn't tell what it was...

She stills keep running even knowing that he will get her after... seriously, he knew that childs were dumb but why keep making him waste energy and time?

He doesn't have time for her tantrums. He has to make those bullets for testing, curing his angel and prepared the marketing of the bullets on the underground.

Crush hero society. Cure the world from the hero syndrome. Bring the yakusa back to their glory days.... save his (Y/n)...

Those were the only things that kept him living. That gave a life purpose...

He wouldn't let Pops or his angel down. He knew that. He was going to prove this.

"Have you completly lost your humanity Chisaki?" Pops asked in pure horror after interrupting Kai's explanation from his plan.

Again. Again being refused. Why he can't understand that he just wants to repay him?! Is that difficult to get that this is for him and her?!

"... Lost my humanity?" He said darkly, walking slowly towards the elder "You took me in, I just want to repay you."

He lowered a bit his glove with his thumb, the elder catching what was happening before Chisaki continued.

"Lost my humanity you say? Tell me pops. How would you feel if your father figurine turned your ideas down constantly? Or even better yet.." he looked Pops dead in the eye, clenching his jaw while controling himself to not just break down.

"How would you feel if the love and light of your life, simply had a curse that just can't be cured. Keeps dying in front of your eyes every damn time... if you got something to cure them you would take it wouldn't you?"

He aproached even more and his glove fell down...

"Just lay back and relax. Is going to hurt just for a moment."

He growled at her sudden pleas starting to come out while she runned and kept looking back at him.

He had to do this. Stop running like a damn pest.

"He what?!" You asked in horror while lifting youserlf from the couch, immediately coming to him with hands on his arms.

He was pleased when he discovered that Pops and you grew found of each other... this explained your reaction when he told about his... current condition.

"Kai I'm so sorry..." you said almost tearing while he only stared into your eyes.

"Is not a problem. He is going to be alright soon. I know it." He carresed your cheek before frowing. "What are these clothes for?"

You looked down at yourself and your gym clothes, making a confused noise while looking back at him.

"What's the matter with them? I was going in for a run like I always do. Remember? Around the block?"

His eyes darkened in worry and hatred. No. You couldn't get out. What if something happened?

"You're not going." He growled while you arched a eyebrow at his tone of voice.

He never once lowered his voice with you excluding in some couple fights which were rare... so why?

"Excuse me?" You asked in disbelief "I was going with Ku-"

"Not with Chrono. Not with Mimic. Not with ANYONE." He growled whiel he glared daggers at you "You're not getting out of this place."

You tsked in anger before turning in your feet to walk out before he grabbed your wrist.

"Kai let g-!"

"You're NOT leaving this house. Understand (Y/n)?"

"Give me a good reason then!" You shouted this time, not even caring about how he despised those things.

"You want to just die outside like the other times? Is that it?!" He hissed in pure anger while you gasped in disbelief.

"Chisaki is only around THE BLOCK."

"You can be attacked. Suffer a car accident. Hell even trip in your own foot by how careless you are!"

"Is this worry now?" You laughed bitterly before yanking a bit your hand... without success on getting out of his grasp.

"Yes it is dammit! I'm tired of seing the only light on my dark life dying over anD OVER AGAIN!" He shouted, catching you off guard immediately.

A uncomfortable silence got between teh both of you while he breathed in and out to catch his breath and his compusture back.

He flinched a bit at your hand in his cheek before looking at you.

"I know it hurts... I told you many times that you can let go of me-"

"Like hell I would." He growled, grabbing your hand on his cheek and pressing it even more to hsi face.

You made one of your most sad and broken face before oushing him in for a hug. He catched you again off of guard when he wrapped without hesitation his arms around your waist and buries his face on the crook of your neck.

"... You know that always I will come back to you right?"

He broke at those words... knowing exactly that this time it wasn't true.

He let out a cry and just burried his teary eyes in your neck as his back shocked with every sob pass through his lips.

He couldn't lose you...

Ah great... that brat bumped into some hero...

He inhale to remain his compusture and to remain pacient while talking with those socks.

"You should be more careful." He started, Eri looking at him with terror "We don't want to cause any problems for the heroes."

The green haired boy looked up at him with the same look Eri gabe to him while the older and blonde one just gave him a look.

"Let's go home. Eri."

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