#and my dad wants to have a talk with them about ome of my teachers not fucking paying attention to what people are saying in his class

[lemmylemons]

Guess whose nervous 😬

[quartergremlin]

vack om my trollhumters vullshit

i love you varvara never change. those horns sure are for his deceit.

steve calling coach his dad and them havimg to correct himself. i love them. THEM ARE COVERING FOR THEIR FAMILY-MESS AT SVHOOL

GET THEY ASS UHL

they really are terrible students huh.

MO STEVE!!!!!

honestly, this whole episode is nearly indistinguishable from like. a regular teacher breakdown. rip to everyone with those stories about purple flyimg momky.

"emotionally commect with him" sticktler the MVP I guess? for at least giving them advice instead of going "a cat?? rip to you buddy better put that thing down."

mrs. jameth that's mot good for your digestive system.

MO SMR UHL MO

"a pep talk from your favorite student?" mot for long eli. just wait until krel gets here.

Smr. uhl honestly the scarriest here. turms into somic. "gatito" ... the meowing.

oh fuck you strickler.

weird-ass relationship there tho. that's fun. i omce saw you as a father but you've betrayed me and threatened the ome we both love dearly. etc etc

.

Jim thimgs that are funny to me amd I hope they never chamge:

1 - imsecure avout skimmy legs.

2 - mervous around claire when mot im immediate danger - impulsive spanish

"girls domt pee. they conspire!"

jim you are failing so hard. you're lucky you're both such nerds.

DOUXIE!!! my little sopping wet meow meow loser.

RULE THREE!!! *comfetti* love me some rule three.

love that this is the same bathroom set from the museum. yaas team keep recycling those sets so you cam put more energy into other things. like all those fire effects. jesus.

loving morgamma. keep being absolutely unhinged. also the voice effects are cool.

*tries to stab jim with a butter knife* "she's flirting with you"

"begome servant" > *the distinct sound of 1000 years of douxie servitude immediately clicking into place*

its also interesting to see how these people have changed from the past im wizards to mow. even if they didn't plan on having Morgana be a pretty normal person in the past like. i can see how being imprisoned for that long would drive you insane. how you'd completely lose your shit, try to kill a guy with a butterknife, and them down a raw steak im negative 2 seconds.

jim only hitting morlaire in the face with pillows while motemrique has no qualms about knocking her out cold. that's the sibling effect right there.

claire gravs motemrique by the scruff: *vaguely annoyed*

morgama does it: *kills her with cast iron pam*

kmowimg what I do about merlim. i get it. guy sucks. i would absolutely want to destroy everythim he's ever touched too. sorry yall ever met him.

also I like that while they do have a light/dark good/evil thing going om it's not that dark magic is vad necessarily. vlimky defimetly doesmt think much of dark magic. its just the connection between claire amd morgama is able to ve exploited by morgama, who is looking out for her own self-interest.

it happens again amd again but im always somehow surprised when trollhumters says: good amd vad are subjective. what really matters is if you can look out for the people you care about amd hold your values. something like that. im sure I could say something more coherent about it later. im multi-taskimg.

[imagines-babes]

Home (George)

So today's story is short (673 words) and I thought it is a cute short story. So George and the reader have a son. One day George picked his son up at school. The son, Brian, asked "what is his home?"  truly this song is inspired by "Home" by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zero. Okay till next week bye

George List Masterlist

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It was like any other day, A dad picking up my son from school. Driving back home to make food or to order take out. "What's your home, dad?" George looked over at his son with his head tilting. "What do you mean Brian?" George looks in the rearview mirror as he questions his son. "Well, today my teacher was talking about home. And we all raise our hand that we had a home. Will she laugh and said, that a home can also mean who you are with or something that makes you feel safe? So who's your home Dad?" George laughs at his son with just a smile. "Well, my home is wherever you and your mom are." Brian just nods as he looks out the window. With the cars around us passed. He started to point at them saying the colors or to just count. While we stop with some traffic. "Dad," George looked back at the mirror with a nod, "How did you know mom was you home?" George started to think about the time you both first talked. But that wasn't it. Then thought about the late-night calls and they live long distances. Then again that wasn't it. Till it pops into his head. "Well, there was a time when your mom and I lived very far away. And I was at my lowest cause all my friends and your mom lived in us while I live in the Uk." Brian was focused on his father's words looking back at the mirror, "So we had a groupchat me, your mom, uncle clay, uncle Sapnap, uncle Alex, uncle Karl, and aunt Tina. I decided to type that I wasn't feeling too well." His son started to get worried, "why weren't you feeling well dad?" his son waited for an answer. "Well before I could come to live here. I had to wait for something that I could travel to any time I want. During that time I was lonely and wanted someone to come over to just visit or something." George started to remember the time of those emotions. The cars around him moved. He let the brake off slowly starting to drive. "So that week, I had a knock om my door. I was confused cause I didn't order anything. Then to open the there was-" George was going to proceed with his words till his son interrupted. "That when mommy came to visit you right as a surprise?" George laughs as he nods. "Yes, that's when mom came to visit she stayed with me till everyone else came the following days.  It was nice to see everyone. Plus they also saw other people around the UK. Fans, and Friends. That week your mom met my parents." The memories started to flash in his head. With all just a smile. "A month or so passed as one of them left. Finally, it was time for your mom to leave. They didn't want to leave. All we did was hug as they call for the plane number. That's when mom left. And I think that's when I knew your mom was my home. Cause when she left I felt lonely all over again missing the feeling of home."  Brian heard his father's words as he smile with a laugh. Then started to the memory he had with both his parents. As they felt at home with him. "Will I ever find someone that makes me feel at home? Like you and mom." George heard his son and he nods. "Of course, you will," George parks the car turning it off to turn over, "and till you find that someone me, and mom will be your home." Brian nod as he unbuckles himself to go run inside. To smell some pasta with garlic bread. "There is my favorite boy,"  Brian went to his mother with a hug as George close the doors to the house. George looks at the two with a smile knowing that. This is his home

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 289: Looks Like the Gang’s All Here

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “you guys don’t really need to know what’s gonna happen to Deku and Shouto right now” and cut away to Toga and Ochako before anyone could get a word in. Skeptic utilized the power of Freak Shounen Coincidence to magically zero in on Ochako and Tsuyu amongst the fleeing crowd. Toga was all “IS THAT OCHAKO” and immediately leaped down to fight them, ignoring Spinner’s heartfelt speeches about Villain Found Family because fight now, hug later!! Down in the streets of some unidentified crumbling city, Ochako was approached by a sweet old lady and was all “I better help this sweet old lady who is definitely not leading me into a trap”, which unfortunately turned out to be poor decision-making on her part. Anyway so now she and Toga are going to throw down. AND ALSO, P.S., BEST JEANIST IS STILL ALIVE, and that doesn’t really have anything to do with anything right now, but BY GOLLY I JUST HAD TO SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS.

Today on BnHA: Iida and Hadou are all “is it our turn yet”, and Horikoshi is all “yes”, and so the two of them finally burst onto the scene and are all “hello Shouto, Gigantomachia is on his way, btw do you need help” and so they all get ready to fight Tomura together. Meanwhile in Unnamed Ochako And Toga Fight Town, Toga is all “what’s up Ochako, oh is this the All Might doll Deku gave you, I guess you must like Deku as well, just like me, we truly are the same, btw I can use other people’s quirks now” before she vanishes in a flurry of knives and ambiguity, as mysteriously as she came. So that’s a thing that happened. The chapter ends with Gigantomachia and the League STOMPIN’ ONTO THE SCENE, JUST IN TIME FOR ENDEAVOR TO WAKE UP AND BE ALL “OHHHHH SHIT.” YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT, “OH SHIT.” Finally the pieces are in place for Dabi to reveal his true identity to Hadou and Iida, JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED.

before I start, thank you so much to everyone who sent birthday messages on Wednesday!! I had a good day; my quarantine impulse purchase guitar that I ordered months ago but had been backordered finally arrived, and so now I can do something productive with my time as I continue to while away these months in isolation! not to say that capslocking over fictional characters and their shounen escapades doesn’t also count as being productive lmao. anyways, my fingers hurt so typing is kind of a bitch right now, but I’m having fun still. IF KAMINARI CAN DO IT THEN SO CAN I

anyway so let’s see what mishaps my various catastrophe-prone children are getting up to this week

okay there are several things happening in this panel which I want to comment on

IIDA!!!

HADOU!!!

“some time after” jesus fucking christ though, how long have Deku and the rest actually been fighting?? like it’s absolutely absurd to imagine that they’ve been managing to hold off Tomura for more than a few minutes, and yet everything we’ve seen these last couple of chapters suggests that this is indeed the case. which is just pure insanity tbh. excuse me sir, but I have an emotionally maturing son, a homewrecking grandpa, and a sleep-deprived one-legged platonic husband who are all in DIRE NEED of medical attention just FYI

lastly, I direct your attention to these two cool cats in the background who are both riding on hover surfboards. living it up like it’s Back to the Future. why are there two of them. do they both just happen to have the exact same quirk. what are the odds. ARE THEY TWINS. I want to know everything about them dammit

anyway so Hadou is asking Iida why he’s tagging along, because unlike the others, he can’t fly and is thus vulnerable to Tomura’s attacks and such

well Hadou I’ll have you know that it his DUTY AS THE CLASS PRESIDENT to tag along and THAT’S WHY

oh shit you guys IIDA SAID “FUCK THE LAW”

“plus Bakugou-kun, whom I am not particularly close to, but nonetheless hold nothing personal against!” well uh, kind of a weird distinction to make there bro, but okay. listen everyone, it’s a tense situation; if Iida feels the need to clarify the ins and outs of his interpersonal relationships with each of the people he’s rescuing then please just respect that okay

anyways though have I mentioned how much I fucking love Iida Tenya though you guys. feels like I haven’t mentioned that enough. I LOVE HIM. there

FINALLY

AFTER THREE WHOLE WEEKS WE FINALLY CUT BACK. OH MY GOD. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG OF A TIME THAT IS TO BE HOLDING YOUR BREATH. [EXHALES]

is it bad that my immediate reaction to this page was A LOT OF LAUGHING, though. fkldlksh this entire situation is SO ABJECTLY TERRIBLE that if I were Shouto I would almost be fighting the urge to look around for a hidden camera at this point. ASHTON KUTCHER WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE. OH THANK GOD, IT WAS ALL JUST A PRANK

anyway so uh. heh. how screwed are we at this point, exactly. oh and also, whose speech bubbles are these. who the fuck would look at this situation and these bleeding children and say “HA!” what kind of monster. just ignore that paragraph right before this one please

OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT

TOMURA I CANNOT BELIEVE I’M SAYING THIS, BUT PLEASE LISTEN TO AFO FOR ONCE AND JUST LEAVE

pretty please. we kind of have a situation here. not that I wouldn’t love to see what this icy flamey boi could do if push came to shove, but I also have had just about enough of watching children get maimed for today though

OH SHIT

THE TIMING OF THIS MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE AT ALL BUT I DO NOT CARE!! THE CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED THANK GOD

“WHAT UP GUYS, WE BROUGHT YOU SOME TERRIBLE NEWS” FKLSHLKHLK

WELL GEE IIDA THANKS SO FUCKING MUCH!!

lmaoooo a wild Lida has been spotted what the fuck is this translation though

I don’t know which is better, the “Lida” (DO YOU EVEN READ THE SERIES BRO), or the “CHRIST” gkfhkg. CLASSIC LIDA

OH SNAP HADOU

sobbing at Manual cradling the still-warm corpse of Gran Torino like a tiny baby khlk;h. BUT ANYWAYS HADOU SAW HER TEACHER ALL BLOODIED UP AND IS READY TO THROW DOWN, YESSSSS, THE MY LADIES ACADEMIA ARC CONTINUES

(ETA: listen you guys, there were many things at the end of this chapter that brought me joy, but perhaps none more than the inclusion of Hadou in the final two page spread looking all serious alongside the Todorokis, as if she has any fucking clue at all wtf is going on slfkhlkhgghsl. what I wouldn’t give to see her and Deku and Iida all making frantic bewildered eye contact at each other throughout the next chapter lmao.)

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT DEKU

ARE YOU PROPPING YOURSELF UP WITH YOUR ARM THAT’S IN SPLINTERS, I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE YOU RIGHT NOW. SOMEONE PLEASE SLAP SOME SENSE INTO THIS CHILD. SIT YOUR ASS DOWN

LMAO TODO’S READY TO TAKE AFOMURA ON. THE SHARED HERO BRAINCELL HAS ALREADY EXPIRED. FUCK IT LET’S DO THIS

“true, I already watched him murder my dad, my boyfriend, my other boyfriend, my teacher, and dozens of other people, but gosh darn it, I just feel like the fifteenth time’s the charm you guys.” shit, I ain’t even mad. who’s up for yet another episode of Todoroki Shouto Attempts to Murder a Bitch

-- “TIME TO CUT AWAY!!” laughs Horikoshi as he gleefully dodges out of reach before I can punch him, that SON OF A --

goddammit. you’re just lucky that I’m invested in the girl power fight too

YESSSSS OCHAKO

DON’T BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS! NEVER BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS

damn, looks like she managed to touch Toga’s shirt but not Toga herself. both of them are so fast

now Toga is monologuing from the shadows

we’ve all been there, Toga. sometimes you see someone you really like and it’s just like, ahhhhhh gotta kill them am I right

lol I love Toga so much you guys, but I’m also kind of wincing in anticipation of whatever essays are gonna materialize out of the fandom this week explaining how hero society has failed her utterly and she is just a victim here. CAN YOU NOT SEE HOW SHE JUST WANTED FREEDOM TO BE HERSELF AND MURDER A BUNCH OF PEOPLE flhkklhl

OH SNAP SHE WENT AND TOLD HER THE THING!!

and it was fucking awesome and scary as shit, Ochako. like damn, still sends a chill up my spine just thinking about it

anyway so now Toga is continuing to explain that she can use the quirks of whoever she transforms into

and Ochako is kind of freaking out, which I don’t blame her for, since it’s probably really upsetting to hear that your stolen blood and quirk were used to murder a bunch of people. shit

so now she’s all “WTF WHY WOULD YOU EVEN TELL ME THAT”

??? was this somehow the wrong answer?

for fuck’s sake. Toga you literally came down here to ask her if she would be willing to kill you, and here she is telling you “I would never be happy about killing someone, that’s fucked up”, and you’re all “......”

like come on though, what else do you want her to say?? and why does Ochako look so shocked now

OOP

LMAO

THEIR FACES DKSLHFKG. TOGA NO THAT IS MEAN. and jesus christ Ochako it’s just a toy. I know it has Sentimental Value and shit but is this really the thing to be getting distracted about right now

FOR FUCK’S SAKE

JIN-KUN WHOM OCHAKO HAS NEVER FUCKING MET?? THAT JIN-KUN??!

OM NOM NOM

this entire confrontation makes absolutely zero sense to me you guys. just. Horikoshi was all, “this is the kind of stuff girls talk about when they’re battling to the death, right?” just, are you okay my dude

anyway so Toga has somehow deduced that Ochako got the doll from Deku, which means that she and Ochako are exactly alike in every way, and this is somehow an important plot point, and now they’re finally getting back to the fight lulz

OH SHIT

OCHAKO BOUT TO SLAP THE SHIT OUT TOGA WITH THIS BOOKCASE ON A STRING AND THIS LOUIS BAG OH FUCK

so now Toga’s all excited and she’s all “THERE’S SOMETHING I OUGHT TO TELL YOU, I’M NOT LEFT HANDED EITHER” oh snap

fuck, it almost feels like she’s trying to warn her. Ochako idk maybe you should run shit I do not like this ( ﾟдﾟ)

but of course she is not running, and she’s all “I’ll have you take responsibility for your actions”

HEY NOW

WHAT IS FUCKING HAPPENING, DID TOGA JUST FUCKING MURDER TSUYU, WHAT THE FUCK. I AM TERRIFIED, I DON’T WANT TO SCROLL DOWN, SHE THREW LIKE FOURTEEN KNIVES INTO THE DARKNESS, WHAT THE FUCK

OH

IT’S POSSIBLE THAT I MAY HAVE OVERREACTED

so did Toga just Swip a bunch of knives for no reason and then abscond, lol what. CAN ANYBODY PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE PURPOSE OF THAT ENTIRE SCENE WAS. ASIDE FROM GETTING TO SEE OCHAKO TRY AND YEET A BOOKCASE AT SOMEONE

fuck, she was crying??

DID MY GIRL TOGA JUST KILL AN OLD WOMAN, NAKEDLY LURE OCHAKO INTO A BUILDING, ANTAGONIZE HER INTO SAYING “I’LL MAKE YOU TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR KILLING A BUNCH OF PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE YOU FELT LIKE IT”, STEAL HER DOLL, GIVE HER DOLL BACK, TELL HER “OH SO YOU LIKE DEKU TOO HUH? BTW I CAN USE OTHER PEOPLE’S QUIRKS”, AND THEN RUN AWAY CRYING??? BRUH

-- OH SHIT, OH FUCK

[SIRENS BLARING WILDLY] [AUDIENCE LEAPING OUT OF THEIR SEATS] [T-SHIRT CANNONS BOOMING IN THE AIR] [VIKING WAR HORN SOUNDS IN THE DISTANCE] FUUUUUUUUUCK

well never the fuck mind about Ochako and Toga and WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT ALL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE, I guess, BECAUSE!! MACHIA MADNESS HAS ARRIVED. SPEARS SHALL BE SHAKEN!!! SHIELDS SHALL BE SPLINTERED!!

AND LOOK WHO WOKE UP FROM HIS NUMBER ONE HERO BEAUTY NAP RIGHT ON CUE, TOO!!! ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS... IIIIIIIIIIT’S TOUYA TIMEEEEEEEE

[darkhorse-javert]

Another Answer part 5

Christopher rather bluntly gives Andrew some truths about the situation.

Umm this is a bit expositiony- and I'm not sure it's quite in character (must get back to the rewatch), so yay, nay or critique is welcomed.

Christopher lets Andrew devour one slice of toast and start at the second sitting at the tablebefore he broaches conversation again.

"You realise that getting married probably won't help Sam, if she wants to make her way in the world?"

Andrew blinks and frowns at him, goes to say something and has to stop to swallow his mouthful of toast. "What do you mean?"

"Well, lots of places, Andrew, won't take a married woman to work. Teachers, secretarial, nurses. If a woman gets married, she leaves her position."

Andrew's eyes go wide, and he leans forwards, clearly ready to argue, "Some of the WAAF were married, the ATS, and the clerks, I saw the rings, and they talked about their husband sometimes."

He keeps his tone matter of fact, rests his arm on the table, "That was then, Andrew. The Extingencies of Wartime." His son starts to frown again, "Now we're at peace and many will be expecting things to return to normal."

Andrew's frown deepens, marking his whole face, "That’s ridiculous..." He bites down on his toast with an exceptional crunch

"I never said it wasn't." Foyle let's himself sigh "But I'd be surprised if it changes- people want things to be normal again, even if they can't be."

Andrew's eyes are still cross, but there's a tint of hope "What about the police? Would you take her on, she's proved her worth - surely?.

"I would, as would Milner -except he's going to Brighton, I'm retiring and I don't know who will take my post. But If I did take her on, or recommended her -with her relationship with you, it would be almost nepotism, and certainly seen as such by many others." Something in his posture stops Andrew from arguing "We know Sam has the skills and the ability, more than some of the men, but not everyone does or would be willing to. And then there's are the constables oming back from the war to fill their old posts once again... Andrew, Sam was never officially a Police Auxilliary, much less a WPC, she was attached to us from the MTC, she could have been recalled." Or sent back, Nearly was a couple of times.

His son's voice is bland, "She's obliquely under their authority then, and looks to them for demob."

Then Andrew's head drops, into his hands.

But Christopher sees his sons jaw clench and unclench, a heavy sigh shaking him. I know...I know, it's not an easy world, and easy change after everything. I was lucky, I had your mother AND a job to come back to.

Eventually Andrew lifts his head, "I'll talk to Sam." His voice is weary, strained, but there's still a flash of fight and defiance behind his gaze, "We'll think of something."

"Well, ah, bring her up for dinner on Monday, and we can all talk about it together."

"Really? It won't be- you know, improper." Andrew guestured with one hand.

"I would hope, Andrew that I am a capable chaperone for the two of you" he finds himself almost laughing," and you've been walking out without me more often than not, already - haven't you?"

Andrew's eyebrows rise slightly in a thoughtful manner "That's true enough." He gets up from the table "Thank you."

Foyle answers the little nod with one of his own.

Andrew pauses at the kitchen door "Oh Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you catch the murderer, the one who'd killed the doctor?"

"Yes... Yes I did."

He can hear the smile in his son's voice, "Knew you would."

[blissfulalchemist]

Heart Warming Wednesday

Okay so I was driving home last night and this scene came to me and I had to write it out. @risenlucifer here is a little something for your boy. Please enjoy. 

The two versions of the song: Liz’s and Wes’

I’m nervous, my shaking hands tell me that much as I breathe like mom taught me. Trying to focus on the calling of my name, the last performance is finishing up. I’m regretting this decision already, I was never going to participate to begin with. Then he mentioned that he didn’t want to celebrate his birthday, given we always had before, I was appalled by this notion. I had planned on trying to make something for his birthday but an idea came to mind while I helped him tune up his old bike and I found myself signing up for this talent showcase, knowing he’d never say no to supporting me.

The group before me are bowing making their way off the stage, my head is starting to spin, I’m gonna throw up. For all the bravado I took from my dad this feels different and I’m scared. Scared I’m going to mess up, that he’ll hate it, that everyone is going to make fun of me for it later, that I didn’t wear the right clothes, that I-. The weight of my father’s hand on my shoulder grounds me, he’s smiling at me, cello in hand. “You got this mija,” he brings me into a quick hug, “He’s gonna love it. And I bet you five bucks we’ll find him crying later.” He kisses my forehead, “Just pretend you’re at Aunt Wren’s and focus on our family out there,” he points to audience and I can make out the faces of Wren, Wes, Rowan, Chance, mom, Danny, Jane, Randy, everyone in my parent’s group of friends. Some of my cousins have made it also but they’re scattered out sitting with their friends.

“Now welcome to the stage Lizette Estrada,” the school music teacher finally announces. My first step is hesitant as I make my way to the two chairs set up at the center of the bright stage. It blinds my eyes and I can no longer see the audience very well. I focus on the microphone, setting the old borrowed guitar down as I adjust it to the height that I need. I hear a few whispers from where they all sit as they watch my dad get himself set up with his cello. If I can’t see them then I can just pretend this is another practice session we’ve been having the past month.

My hands stop shaking so much as I meet my father’s dark brown eyes, he gives me a nod everything ready for his needs. I settle myself in the chair holding the guitar gently as I take one more deep breath. I clear my throat bringing my mouth closer to the mic, “Hi, uhm so,” I try to tune out the coughs mixing with the anticipation silence, “a little bit about this song before I start.” I smile glancing at dad who’s feigning hurt, “Before we start, sorry.” There’s a small laughter that ripples through some of the audience members, “Anyway, this song is dedicated to someone very special to me and my favorite person in the whole world...other than my parents.” I’m glad I wrote out what I planned to say as my heart is beating out of my chest, “According to my mom, when I was little he was watching me and Danny when my parents were out, and I apparently was having a hard time falling asleep. None of my parent’s tricks were working and so he does the last thing he can think of. He pulls out this guitar,” I pat the guitar resting on my thighs, “and starts playing. It must have been the only song he could remember that sounded soothing because mom told me they came home hearing him play it in my room twice before he realized they were watching him.”

I can’t help but laugh a little, my father and some of the audience members following suit. “The tune always stuck with me though. I am told that I used to bug him all the time to play it again and again and again,” talking about these little memories is becoming easier, my confidence rising as the audience is responding how I wanted, “Okay I still do sometimes, but he’d oblige if he could at the time.” The strings are strummed unconsciously, “So I guess now it’s my turn to play it for him. It’s a little different from how he would play it but I think that fits.” I get myself more settled into the seat, “Happy birthday Uncle Wes.” I hear the quietest of ‘Aww’s from mom and Aunt Wren.

I look to dad who’s asking if I’m okay. I nod and get my fingers in the right place waiting for him to start with the first note. The drone of the first note hits my ears as I mentally count out the beats before my fingers strum the first chord. The song is slower and a cover from an old musical of the same name. I inhale, “Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup. They slither while they pass. They slip away across the universe.” Dad and I have gone over this song more times than Wessy ever played it for me, but it had to be perfect, “Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind possessing and caressing me,” there’s a breath in between as I ready myself to hold the next words, “Jai Guru Deva, Om.”

I start the chorus and my confidence is growing as everything about this moment feels natural. I glance out to the audience as I sing, meeting everyone’s eyes saving Wes’ for last hoping to see his reaction. The lights are too bright but I see his hand over his mouth, the slightest sheen of tears, though it could be my eyes playing a trick on me. I’m starting to rock with the beat of the music as I start the second verse, “Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes. They call me on and on across the universe.” My voice flies out confident and just like how Tia Wren encouraged me. All those days by her piano begging her to play the notes all in an attempt to coax Wes into singing with me, “Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box. They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.”

The memories of being high, touching the sky from his shoulders, the way I used to boss him around to do things right, the infamous pancake fiasco, how I would talk and ramble for hours as he worked on his bike, the times he listened as I got older and I no longer fit in, the staple he is for my parents making sure he was the only dumb one in their little group. Everything that’s ever been shared between us rapidly crosses my mind as the final verse starts, “Sounds of laughter, shades of life are ringing through my open ears.” The closeness of our family seeming to stem from his presence, “Inciting and inviting me,” the people and lives he’s made better because he was simply him, “Limitless, undying love which shines around me like a million suns,” witnessing the love he has for her, pure and simplistic but forever cosmic, “It calls me on and on across the universe.” This whole song is one moment in time but encases the whole of memories from everyone he’s ever touched, not just me.

I feel my throat start to close as we near the end of the song, I’m trying to not cry, cursing my mother for giving me the over emotional gene. How I manage to hold it back long enough to finish the song is a mystery but welcomed as I hear the start of the final notes. My father was the one to start the song and he’ll be the one to end it. “Jai Guru Deva,” I hold the last syllable a few seconds, the last droning note being played. The silence that follows holds us suspended in time as I see the proud faces of everyone that’s here in my life because of him. He’d never admit it but I know. I figured out how much of a common denominator he is in this group. He’s the one to connect the dots, completing the constellations I’ve grown up around, something I could never thank him enough for. 

His hazel eyes are holding what I think is pride, maybe a little shock still from how much I dragged him into the public eye for the four minutes it took to finish the song. Life is in slow motion as I watch everyone start to stand, the sound of the first clap speeding everything back to normal as it hits my ears. I can feel my cheeks hurting from my smile as I’m made to stand for a bow. There are cheers that are louder than the others as I come back up from my bow. I hold my arm out to direct the attention on my father as he takes his own bow. The applause doesn’t stop until we both leave the stage, seeing the rest of them slip out the auditorium doors to meet us with smiles, hugs, and praise in the hallway. 

Dad stops us before we leave the music room, “You did amazing out there,” his arms are tight as they wrap around me, “I always knew you were a blessing to us, but tonight you’re more than that. Especially to him.” 

His words hit me, pride spreading through my chest, I have no choice but to bury my face into his shoulder. The tears soaking into his shirt, “Thank you,” I sniffle trying to stop myself from sobbing, “I love you dad.” I hear the smallest sound of some form of crying from him before he pulls away kissing my cheek.

He’s smiling holding my shoulders, eyes looking to the door that’s opened behind me, I’m turned to see Wes standing there, “I don’t want to intrude-.”

“Intrude away Wessy,” my arms open as he quickly steps into them. He lifts me a few inches from the ground, I’m handing the guitar over for dad to hold, “Happy birthday Wessy. Did you like your present?”

His tears are starting to fall, “I loved it. God I loved it.” My own tears are staining his shirt as we stand in crying silence. It’s a comforting feeling and I wish there was a better way to preserve this moment. The video mom took isn’t enough anymore to be a reminder of this moment, this night, it’s this hug. The love in the room that can never compare to any other kind because this love has been born years before I was ever a thought, before he ever thought he was worth something, before he finally found what he had always been searching for. No, there’s nothing like it for there’s no one else like him. He’s wiping his face when he finally pulls back, “Funny how this old guitar made it back to the beginning.” He takes it from my father looking it over.

I tilt my head, “What do you mean?”

His eyes are far away, “You didn’t tell her Raf?”

“I thought you did. Assumed that’s why she had it to begin with,” he shrugs, “I didn’t even know she had it until I got up to the stage lights.”

“Tell me what? I just thought it would make it more special because it was yours Wessy,” I’m inspecting the guitar trying to find any clues as to what they could be talking about.

He’s chuckling shaking his head, “It’s more than that,” he looks up to my dad’s face, “Your father picked it out. Gave it to me for my birthday.”

A small gasp escapes me as I cover my mouth, I should have had a pocket full of tissues. I’m looking between them, “Hurt when you left it behind,” my father responds as he places a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Guess it became your anchor in the end.”

Wes sighs holding out the guitar to me, “Guess it’s found its home. Ain’t very good anyway.”

I shake my head wiping my tear stained face, “No Wessy,” everything is clicking into place, for me as I see their reflection in the glossy wood, “It doesn’t belong to me. It’s yours. Dad’s right, it was your anchor. It’s home and home is where the heart is.” I wrap my arms around him tightly.

“And you’re the heart, Wessy.”

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Jake Reviews Stuff: Close Enough: Logans Run’d and Room Parents

IT’S FINALLY HERE, PERFORMING FOR YOU. Seriously I have waited 3 years for this. And while yes thanks to a combination of a french animation festival and HBO’s own oopsie doodle I was able to watch 3 episodes already, and review them, it dosen’t make this any less sweet.  The fandom can finally come togehter as a whole and enjoy the hell out of the series. And doubling my excitment is the fact that HBO Max dropped 15 episodes! 14 episodes bundled into half hours and one extra long episode that seems to feature one of the greatest musicans and comedians of all-time, a man who needs no introduction but hell if i’m not giving him one. WEIRD, AL, YANKOVIC!

I could not be more excited if I tried. And yes that’s with full awarness my pre-amphibia and owl house workload just became at LEAST 4 times what I expected and this may be all there is. Having to review 12 episodes still means getting to WATCH 12 episodes of a show I truly adore. It’s an easy trade off. So with that out of the way, we can dig into close enough’s second two episodes and see if the show can keep the momentum from the first pair! Door’s open, let’s do this! The full review and spoilers under the cut. 

Logans Run’d   With Candace having her first sleepover Josh and Emily (Who apparently aren’t on good enough terms with their parents to have them watch her something I hope they explore later in the series), have their first Candace free evening and spend it as you’d expect for a 35 year old couple: Pelvic thrusting to turn down to what while doing general errrands then planning to have a nice night in of tea and the great british baking show, which continues this show’s hard to get used to trend of using actual brand names.  The two invite Bridgette to join them which she scoffs at saying the pair, and Alex who is not only delighted to join them but is in an old timey sleeping costume with listening horn which, no joke, is his profile picture on the show’s website, which feels perfect honestly and I love everything about that. 

The three soon realize to their horror through flashback that they indeed are old (Hilariously alex’s is literally just his introduction in this episode), and beg Bridgette to take them along to a club, Logan’s Run’d. What follows is the three of them getting hard core drunk all the way to 9PM while  Bridgette flirts with a younger guy and youtube sensation and who looks like the earth 3 version of hank venture.. until it turns out he’s actually a toddler wearing some sort of robot suit because of course.  Things go south however both as our heroes realize their running out of steam.. and as another 30 something is made VIP>.. which in this club is being murdered to death by a giant fan. With blood which I”m sure JG was giddy to do first chance it was approriate given he did 8 years of a show on a children’s network and children’s networks hate blood as much as they hate actually letting shows mention the concept of death directly by name.  Naturally the four of them want to book it out of there: While Bridgette , if she wasn’t lying about her age to the toddler, isn’t in the danger zone, she still just hit on a toddler and is naturally afraid of going to prison, but get stopped by the bar guy. Alex, in a supremeley sad yet badass moment, pulls out his blockbuster card and prepares to sacrifice himself for his friend’s sake: Partly because he cares about them and candace and partly because he’s worried he has nothing left to live for now he’s old, something I myself worry about going into my 30′s next year. Josh (Emily takes a second to join in) rushes to save his best bud and the two reassure Alex he has a future, a future of not having to get new music, of having nights of just relaxing and watching tv and getting pepper in your beard for , as Alex puts it “That george clooney look” Bridgette was the last one and guards her friends from being murdered for obvious reasons before breaking the fan.  Our heroes are saved, alex and me honestly as all of that sounds really appealing to be honest and I live 2/3 of it already, are convinced that growing old is pretty sweet. Oh and the owner turns out to be an old guy, as Alex realizes when he refrences logans run and is murdered by the crowd. Our heroes enjoy pancakes, Bridgette still finds the guy cute which.. no no bridgette just no, and Alex muses about them having seen a man die.  Final Thoughts: A decent episode.. while not as good as 100% no stress day ahead of it or the previous episode, i’ts a simple episode with good gags, an utterly great character moment for Alex which shows that despite his weirdo exterior he’s a damn good guy and he has something to live for. Also the toddler subplot was stupid and kinda creepy. A decent gag filled episode withs ome great ones and some really good animation. Also the opening is utterly iconic, easily one of the shows best jokes so far and probably in total and still works despite the use of turn down for what being slightly dated, but it works because it’s just really damn funny. Not the series best thus far but it’s still okay if a standard episode is this enjoyable. 

Room Parents: Now this is the good shit. It’s parent meeting time at Candace’s school with Me Daughter Teacher having one last announcment while Josh is about to pass out from having to hold in 3 powerades... dude should’ve gone for gatorade.. it still goes through you it just tastes objectivley better. Anyways me Daughter Teacher locks the room for the announcment because he needs a room parent and things quickly turn to purge as everyone is either fleeing or trying to murder each other to avoid it. While i’m not a parent, I can at leat understand not wanting to give time to do this when your schedule is likely already a hellscape. Josh (Who wonders if they got a purge going, got a good laugh out of me. ), being basically what if Mr. Peanutbutter had an illigitmate son he dind’t know about, and i’m still not convinced he’s not his dad until the show proves otherwise, happily volunteers to Emily’s horror.  Josh however.. is entirely game. He even makes a dad joke calling it a “Fun Raiser” to emily’s annoyance. It’s a nice show of just HOW opposite the two are: Emily being more stressed, as 100% stress day proved/will prove given it’s after this episode even though i’ve already seen it but it’s set later but...

The point is she’s a ball of stress while he’s a ball of enthusasim just like his dad, who i’m now just.. 100% convinced is his dad and dosen’t know it. Prove me wrong. Anyways Josh meets Nikki another parent whose own son is ominously framed in shadow because of course something weird about her who offers to pitch in.. and is also transparently intrested in josh.  The next day Josh and nikki talk on the phone and Bridgette and Alex instantly pick up that she’s into him and that josh is the kind of guy every girl wants, with Bridgette sighting the look when he inhales mustard and Alex, being the objectivley best, citing his thin papery jack of clubs body type. I’m now 100% convinced they all had a foursome at some point before the divorce which Emily tries not to think about and Emily isn’t convinced.. until Josh, in another great gag, says Nikki said “wash your balls, so random”.  Emily, now panicked, enlists Pearle who gladly volunteers her spy van, because Pearle is also objectivity the best, to go spy on alex in a montage set to heart’s crazy on you were we get our image for this episode which is a great gag.. especailly Emily mouthing “Wait afterwords’ and it being followed by them going to the sex hotel.. which is actually the essex hotel.. which is for affairs as it’s sign says. It’s hard not to just list gags for this show because it’s damn good but i’ll try.  Emily then confronts Josh that night (doing the dramatic light turning on thing by holding the lamp another great gag), and Josh explains no he’s not cheating on her because he’s a pure boy, and he aquises to her, also finally realizing Nikki’s been transparently trying to seduce him.  Naturally their attempt to uncoroomparenther before the Fundraiser goes pear shaped as it turns out Nikki is a con artist who pulls what professionals call a josh , scam a stressed parent, tie him up or kill him and then steal the fundraiser money for a school, for a living (She has another one cooking at the moment) and leaves them. Emily orders a knife via a delivery service, while a waiting Pearle wonders where they are.. which raises a lot of questions. WHy pearle is there is easy, she’s supporting Candace and her friends/tennants. That part is easy. Why she brought Randy, who at least at this point is objectively useless and why Alex and BRidgette AREN’T there I can’t explain. Maybe mecha pope garfield rose from the grave. Maybe Bridgette’s fucking that clown again. Maybe Alex has more garifled theroies to bust out. Actually those last two answer my question for me.. I mean someome’s gotta reveal Garfield was a founding member of the Justice Society of America. 

Our heroes arrive however to Foil Nikki , who thent ries to escape on a children’s train.. which being a children’s train Josh and Emily just hop on and in a hilarious bit slowly remove the kids before ending up with Candace, who says “daddy’s girlfriend is getting away”. Jessica DiCiccio is a delight as Candace and her delivery is impecable here. However Nikki switches tracks and cranks up the speed. Thankfully while Emily and Candace fall off the train pearle and Randy, who I STILL don’t know why he’s in this episode he has no lines and does nothing, catch them, leaving it to Josh to fix his mess. After a breif fight and a nut shot Josh sucesfully swaps the money for Nikki’s fake son/dummy who she chokes bart style before both explodes when they hit a thermometor factory.  Our heroes win, the fundraiser is a sucess and the teachers have elected Josh room parent for life (”That can’t be legally binding” “IT’S LEGALLY BINDING!”)  Final Thoughts: A great , really damn funny episode with a great premise. While Emily being worried Josh would cheat seems weird given he’s a nice enough guy, it’s sometimes understandable to be panicky about that sort of thing and her worry is warnated given one party is trying to seduce her husband, josh is just too stupid to realize, which makes for a lot of great gags. It’s a really tighly done episode that like the above is more pure comedy and just hilarious, but has even better jokes and a much better executed premise to work with. And no weird toddler things. So overally a slam dunk.  I have more close enough reviews coming today, obviously though i’d rather watch the rest before reviewing them, but while I do you can shoot me an ask to talk more close enough, and in more serious matters... One of my best friend’s cat’s cancer has come back and being out of work and just having moved into a new appartment, he needs help paying for it. You can find the go fund me here.  And as always until we meet again, later days. 

[rvnjun]

thursday, february 7th | johnny seo

authors note: you might recognize this and that's because the last time i posted this it got fucked up. word count: 7.1k genre: pure angst warnings: mentions of inappropriate subjects 

Thursday, February 7th

You adjusted the headphones in your ears as you walked down the street, the wind blowing past you slowly sending a shiver down your spine. The weatherman said it was going to be cold today but you didn’t think anything of it when you simply left the house without even as much as a jacket. It was often that the weather channel was wrong so you didn’t think twice.

Now you were seriously regretting it as the wind started to blow even harder, trees bending from the pressure and already dead leaves blowing around in mini tornados. In the distance, you could hear cars screeching and kids laughing, something about the eerie sound made you break into a cold sweat. Their happiness and joy filled your mind with anguish and sadness, the sound of busy streets made you feel rushed and worried. Nothing came to your mind as to why you could have felt this way but you blamed it on the cold wind and the grey skies, questionable atmosphere could lead to questionable feelings and thoughts.

Glancing across the road a young man was standing there, already staring at you. His hair was slightly tousled and messy form the constant blowing of the wind and his clothes looked dirty and worn out. Something about he seemed out of place but it was hard to put your finger on it. Locking eyes with him you wondered why he was just standing there and staring, his stare seemed shocked or surprised. Looking away you brushed off his stare as it was chilly and you didn’t have a jacket on.

Soon your house came into sight, this warm beige exterior seemed so welcoming and inviting. All you could think about was bundling up under the warm comfort of your bed with some warm tea nearby. Glancing back towards where the young boy was standing you didn’t notice him, he must have left. Taking out your headphones you opened the door and tossed your keys in the bowl with everyone else’s.

“Y/n!” someone called out making you stop in your tracks. You stayed silent as you checked your phone for the time, 4 pm.

“Yeah?” your voice came out quieter than you intended. Silence. Waiting a little bit longer no one answered causing you to furrow your brows. Texting your om you asked if she or dad had come home early. Within seconds she replied saying no.

“I’m going crazy,” you mumbled as you lazily trudged up the steps and into your room, ignoring your dire need for some hot delicious tea. Once your head hit the pillow and your pants came off your eyes were shut tight and you were dozing off into dreamland.

People rushed past you, you couldn’t move and all you could focus on was how annoying bright the room was. “Uh,” you mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. Trying to lift your legs and move you started to panic when you realized you couldn’t. “He,, help,” you whined out feeling even more scared than ever, Your heart rate picked up the more you panicked as you tried to move. The lights above you dimmed, a blurry figure covering them. You couldn’t make out who they were or what they were doing but you wanted to scream once they started to touch you. A prickling sensation burned up on your right arm.

“No!” you screamed, sitting up in bed. Sweat made your bed feel like a sauna and your heart wouldn’t slow down. Checking the time you noticed it had only been an hour since you had fallen into your deep slumber.

“Y/n?” you heard a voice that resembled your mother’s call out. “I’m fine, just a bad dream. What are you making for dinner?” you asked while trying to collect your thoughts. When the house remained silent and no one answered you got up and left your room. “Mom?” you called out while slowly walking down the stairs, trying to take a peek into the kitchen.

“Oh Y/n! Can you help me with the groceries,” your mom said as she opened the door, hands full of plastic bags of food. “Uhh,” you cocked your head to the side in confusion before brushing it off as you were still creeped out from your strange dream.

“Of course,, uh what are you making for dinner?” you asked as you slipped on some shoes to help her out.

“Ham soup,” she set the groceries on the counter and started to unload.

Friday, February 8th

“Sweet love,, sweet springtime love,” sang Haechan in your ears. “I’m not even joking! Springtime love is the best song that Haechan and Jungwoo have released yet!” Wendy gushed as she took the headphone from your ear to listen to it for herself.

“Are you kidding me? You’re still sticking to that shit music? I’m serious when I say you guys need to listen to Marks mixtape, have some real taste,” Chaeyoung said as pulled out her chair to sit next to you. Wendy sent Chaeyoung a glare at the shorter girls diss towards her favorite celebrities.

”If you ever think I’m going to listen to that stupid rap music you have lost your mind,” Wendy snapped back while finally turning off her music at the appearance of the teacher.

“Okay class we have a new student today,” her voice was scratchy and rather painful to listen to. “Come in,” pointing out her finger she welcomed in the new student. Slowly walked in a rather familiar face. His hair was still messy but his clothes looked cleaner this time. With him was a pair of beats around his neck, music quietly playing in the distance. His eyes immediately locked with yours and you felt your entire heart clench. The teacher was speaking but you didn’t know what she was saying as you were distracted by the dreamy look in his eyes. Not once did his eyes leave you, he seemed to be soaking up all your features and admiring the one by one.

“Hi, my name is Youngho Seo but you can call me Johnny. Please treat me well,” he said while snapping out of the trance he was in. Your mouth fell open at the sound of his voice, it was so smooth and honey like. His accent was beyond captivating.

“You can take a seat by Taeyong,” the teacher said while pointing over at the annoyingly popular and good-looking Taeyong. Johnny waved at you, your hand slowly raised as you waved back. Wendy and Chaeyoung both started to nudge you making your cheeks burn even more than they already were.

Throughout the entire class and you couldn’t get Johnny out of your mind, his every movement as captivating and he had a smile that made you feel as if you have known him for thousands of years. As soon as the bell rang Wendy and Chaeyoung were up and by Johnnys side. “Would you like to join us for lunch?”, they asked while creepily staring at him with a big smile. He seemed to laugh as he stared at them with unrecognizable emotion in his eyes. You could see him mumble something under his breath but you couldn’t make out what it was.

“I would love that,” he said, eyes dancing over to you.

“Okay,,, perfect,” Chaeyoung said while ditching you with Wendy. Walking a little slower you smiled at Johnny.

“I’m sorry about them if you don’t want to join us you don’t have to,,, but,,, if you did I wouldn’t mind,” you started to stutter over your words under his intense stare.

“No,,, I would actually love to join you,,, Y/n,” he grabbed his things and gestured out his hand for you to lead the way.

“Johnny, how did you know my name?” you asked while slowing down to make sure he was following.

His mouth fell open as his cheeks dusted a light red “I heard your friends say it,” he easily lied.

“Oh-” you said while brushing some hair out of your face “-so why did you come here,” immediately you cursed at yourself for asking such a lame question.

“My dad transferred jobs,” he answered without looking bothered. Shorter than you would have liked you arrived at the busy and bustling lunchroom. Wendy and Chaeyoung were talking with Mina and Yuta while they sat at your everyday lunch table.

“Let me catch you up on some things,” you quickly said while realizing Johnny knew nobody. He seemed confused at first then nodded when he relaxed what you were saying. “You see that pretty gingerish haired girl and the sand-colored big smiled boy? The girl is Mina Myoui and the boy is Nakamoto Yuta. They transferred from Japan and Chaeyoung is in charge of helping. Chae has developed a little crush on Mina so it’s our job at lunch to try and help them flirt,” you turned to see is Johnny was following.

He seems spaced out, probably taking in what you said before he caught your gaze and nodded “Chae likes the Japanese girl Mina,, but can’t flirt. You guys help Chae flirt with Mina during lunch,” he repeated what you said with a light giggle.

“Correct,” you beamed, hurrying over to the table. “Mina, did Chaeyoung tell you that she thought you looked cute today? She mentioned it earlier and was going to tell you but you know how forgetful she is,” Chaeyoung sent you a sharp glare with her cheeks slowly turning the color of a firetruck.

“Oh,, thank you Chaeyoungie,” Mina giggled shyly at your words as she sent heart eye in the direction of Chaeyoung.

Johnny watched the interaction before leaning over to you “You watch, in 5 years or so those two will be married with 2 dogs and 1 cat,” he said making you imagine the scenario. Nodding your head you hummed in agreement, “you catch on fast,” you teased making Johnny nod his head.

Through lunch, you two made jokes, as Chaeyoung flirted with Mina and Wendy attempted to help Yuta with his homework. Johnny and you talked the whole time, it felt as if you had known him for years. It was so easy to talk to him, it was almost as if he knew exactly what to say. Once lunch was over you slowly walked back to class with Johnny in tow.

Saturday, February 9th

The sun was even bright today than it had ever been, you were sure of it. Closing your eyes tightly you attempted to escape from the beaming orb and get rid of a growing headache. The sound of footsteps approaching caused your heart to race a little. You didn’t know who was coming near you but you didn’t care, you came to the park to be left alone. Today was the most beautiful day you had ever seen. The sun was high in the sky and the wind was barely blowing making a nice warmth to spread through your town. A black shadow appears above you, slowly you open your eyes to be greeted with a happy Johnny.

He had a big dorky grin on his face as he hovered above you “You look extremely beautiful,” he said with a  dreamy tone laced in his voice. The butterflies that were hiding in your stomach erupted as you rolled over to hide from him while giggling.

“Are you stalking me?’ you teased him, overly happy at his sudden appearance.

“Of course not, I just happen To see you and I wanted to come to talk to you,” he shrugged his shoulders, plopping on the ground with an obnoxious grunt. He rolled over on his side to stare at you, the wind lightly blowing his hair.

“You look like an angel,“ you randomly said making him burst out laughing. Your heart momentarily stopped when you heard something odd to his laugh. It wasn’t a happy and bright laugh, instead,,, it sounded sad. Like he just remembered or realized something. “Or a prince,” you mumbled with a gut feeling that he didn’t like to be called an angel.

He rolled onto his back and stared at the baby blue sky “That cloud looks like Yoshi,” his hand raised to point a the Yoshi cloud as you attempt to search for it.

“You’re crazy, that’s clearly a medusa,” gasping at your suggestion he furiously shook his head.

“Nope,,, oh my gosh looks in George Washington!” he yelled happily.

Your eyes searched the sky for funny shaped clouds to point out for Johnny. With your eyes focused on the sky, you didn’t notice that Johnnys focus was somewhere else. He was soaking up your appearance, your messy hair sprawled onto the grass and your shirt hanging loosely off of your collarbone. He noticed that your lips had a light pink tint to them with a shiny gloss telling him that you had put lipgloss on before you left despite the slight wind. Your hands were on either side of your body, no jewelry decorating your wrists or your fingers. He nodded his head solemnly at the sight. Turning your head to the side you caught his eyes. Johnny didn’t even try to look away or hide that he was staring. He let you know he was staring and he was able to who you that he enjoyed what he saw simply with his eyes. That’s something about him that made you so nervous and giddy, was his bold exterior. It was obvious that he wanted to say something, he was yearning to tell you something or anything.

“Y/n you-” Johnny’s voice cracked as he tried to speak making him stop. Everything felt still as he blankly stared at you, his eyes full of a million different emotions and all the words he wanted to say stuck in your throat.

“What is-” your phone vibrated signaling that there was an incoming phone call “-I’m sorry let me grab that.” Sitting up some grass stuck to your hair making Johnny finally crack a soft smile. As you grasped for your phone to answer the call from Wend, Johnny slowly reached out and plucked some green grass from your gorgeous hair. “Yeah,, uh huh,, do you need me to?? On my way,” casting Johnny a glance he nodded his head in understanding.

“I have something I need to do anyway, go along now,” he sat up and sent you a smile and wave before jogging off in some direction. Sighing heavily you regretted answering the phone. It hadn’t been long since you known Johnny but it really looked like he wanted to tell you something important.

“Hey, Ch-” listening for your gut you tried to call out to him but you were forced to stop when a hiccup came out. “Ow,” you said hiccups keeping you from getting Chain back. “Y/n!” someone from behind you yelled causing your head to snap in that direction. Your eyes searched for a possible person who couldn’t have said it but no one was looking at you and there wasn’t anyone you recognized nearby. Picking up speed your heart beat even faster making you feel a sense of fear. In the distance, kids giggled and cars rushed past, heightening your growing fear and panic. Heavy breaths came out of you the more kids seemed to enjoy themselves and the more people drove past. Another vibration from your phone snapped you out of it. “Wendy I’m on my way,” you answered before finally sitting up and taking your leave.

Monday, February 11th

“I didn’t say it was good but-” Wendy was cut off by an excited and happy Chaeyoung.

“You did! You said it was surprisingly good,” Chaeyoung argue back with a happy smile on your face. Johnny pulled out a chair and sat next to you, that longing returning in his eyes.

“What have I missed?” Johnny asked while peering at the obnoxiously loud girls.

“Wendy listened to Marks new song and said it wasn’t bad so now Chaeyoung is bragging about how Mark is amazing and about how Wendy should have just listened to her from the beginning,” you said while taking strawberry milk from Johnny as he offered it to you. ‘How did you know I like strawberry milk?” you asked as you stabbed the straw through the hole.

Clearly taken back by your question, “I didn’t know,, good guess,” he joked making you smile.

He seemed to know and understand you so well. It was clear that you were staring at him with literal heart eyes. He choked a little on his milk at our intense and strong gaze. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and kiss you. He longed for the ability to touch you but you seemed so far away and off limits. Deep down he knew he had to push his desires aside, he needed to tell you. It had been too long and it didn’t matter anymore. “Y/n can we-” like Wendy had to have something against him as she cut him off for the second time.

“Jaehyun is throwing this super good party this Friday. Y/n is going so you’re going to come too, Johnny?” she tilted her head to the side and sent him flirty eyes to make him come. You glared at Wendy making her wink at you, Wendy always found a sense of pleasure in making you angry, it was just amusing to see your eyes darken and your lips pucker up, fists tightening a little.

Johnny glanced at you before nodding “Friday? I’ll go,” in that moment he made his decision. He needed to tell you at that party, he couldn’t keep them waiting any longer.

Laying in bed your eyes finally shut tight, you were looking forward to the party this weekend. It would finally be your Johnnyce to dress up really nice and attempt to impress Johnny. After spending many hours tossing and turning your eyes finally shut down and your breathing calmed.

Opening your eyes you found yourself in a familiar room, bright light above you shining down into your eyes. Except for this time you felt a warm comforting hand on yours, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. A blurry figure blocked your vision, their face only inches from yours. They were doing something, you felt a ghost of a human hand on your eyelids. The whisper on a humanoid voice echoed in your head, although you heard them you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Whatever their words were it made you feel remorse and fear.

Suddenly you were sitting in a car, a warm feeling in your chest. For some reason you felt happy whoever was driving the car was laughing, their laughter filled you with warmness. The more you looked at the road the more you felt afraid. “Stop the car,” you started to scream, begging whoever was driving to stop the car and let you out. You needed to get out of the car, you needed to be as far away from where you as you could. “I SAID STOP IT,” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

Sitting up in bed you let out a yelp in fear. Tears fell down your cheeks as you whimpered in fear from your strange and recurring dream. “What,, what was that,” you cried out while wiping your forehead from sweat. Staring at your legs you made sure you could move them then you touched your face for any differences. “It was just a dream,” you had to reassure yourself. Just as you were about to close your eyes and fall into a deep slumber a hiccup released making you groan. “Stupid hiccups,” you said while attempting to get rid of them and fall into a deep sleep.  

Wednesday, February 13th

“Its just weird because they keep happening,” you huffed as you recalled your strange dreams to Johnny. He furrowed his brows and nodded seriously, his eyes clouding over with emotion. Something you had noticed after meeting Johnny was that he often had a look in his eyes, a look that you couldn’t read or understand. It,, it made you feel regretful,,, like you had just done something you shouldn’t have.

“Maybe it means something,” he said with a nod of his head. His eyes locked with your “That you should wake up,” he added while staring at you for a reaction. Your heart started to beat quicker and you felt it again. That sense of dread. In the distance, kids laughed and cars came to halting screeched.

Trying to hold the same expression “I do wake up,, every time. You think it’s my body unconsciously telling me to wake up?” you said while acting like nothing had happened. Johnny didn’t seem like he noticed as he just moved on and started to talk about something else.

Soon Chae and Wendy were joining you guys while talking about Jaehyun’s party this weekend. “Vernon made a bet that if the football team lost then he would get naked and jump into the pool,” Wendy laughed as she texted someone on her phone.

Johnny visibly rolled his eyes at that “Disgusting, no one wants to see his baby dick,” Johnny jokes.

Chaeyoung looked up from her drawing and laughed “Why are you talking like you know Vernon. He seems like the type of guy to be average,” she teased Johnny. Immediately you knew what would happen, that look would appear in his eyes. He glanced at you and smiled when he already saw you staring.

“Y/n,, Y/n would you like to get ice cream with me tomorrow?” he suddenly asked. Your mouth fell open and Wendy and Chae both ducked under their desks and started to giggle and squeak.

“I would love to,” your voice came out a little weaker than you wanted.

Thursday, February 14th

You made sure your hair looked really nice as you hat a cute hat on it and grabbed your jacket, ready to leave the house. “I can’t believe he asked to take me for ice cream,, I’m so excited,” you texted Wendy before leaving your house and heading to the location Johnny had texted you.

The weather seemed to be in a good mood with you as the sky didn’t have a single cloud in it and the sun was bright. Despite the fact that it was on the chillier side it wasn’t intolerable. Walking to the parlor with a skip in your step you were beyond excited for this day. It felt you had been waiting for ages to see Johnny again even though it had only been a day. The bright pink and blue, overly decorated shop came into view.

Johnny was standing outside of it with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, clearly nervous. “Hi Johnny!” you greeted with a big smile. He looked up at you, feeling the wind being knocked out of his lungs from how beautiful you are. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes taking you by surprise. “Johnny, are you okay?” you asked feeling a little worried. The tears slowly fell down his cheeks despite his best efforts to hold them back.

“I’m,, I’m fine I just have really bad allergies,” his voice cracked as he lied, turning to the side to wipe his tears. “Let’s go in,” Johnny tried to seem happy as he didn’t want to bring the mood down. Pushing open the glass door a bell rang and an employee that matched the exterior perfectly greeted you with a big smile.

“What flavor do you want?’ he asked while walking up the register. Your eyes peered at all the different flavors, there was just so many that you couldn’t choose just one. Johnny giggled at your starry-eyed and focused expression “they will have the Y/F/N please,” Johnny ordered for you making you gasp.

“You know me so well,” you exclaimed.

“We just have a lot in common I guess,” he shrugged it off as he ordered his. The employee chirped as she made your cones and handed them to you. Taking a seat by the window you started t eat your ice cream while enjoying the outside view. Johnny slowly nibbled on his, he spent most of his time focused on you.

“Are you excited for the party?’ you asked in an attempt to start a conversation.

“Kinda I’m just not a big party person, ya know?’ he mumbled while putting a smile on his face.

“Where do you see yourself in 5 years?” Johnny asked you suddenly making you momentarily stop licking your ice cream to think about it.

“In 5 years?? Honestly, I think I’d love to be married or engaged,, living in an apartment with a really cute rabbit!” you said while your mind traveled to a place 5 years in the future. You could see yourself sitting on a dark brown lush couch with a tv playing something. Next to you, although you couldn’t see them, you felt love and gratitude as they laughed and told you a silly joke. Your heartfelt full, it felt right to be there. Johnny smiled at your dazed figure.

“What about you?’ you asked catching him off guard for a second. “Uh same as you, I’d love to be spending my days with the one. A person who understands me better than anyone else and a person who loves me for me,” his tone of voice was brittle. “I really appreciate you coming out with me today, Y/n,” Johnny later added when you didn’t reply right away.

“Of course,, I’m really glad that you invited me, you said with a tinge of disappointment in your voice. The moment felt like it went by so fast and you could’ve sworn that this was possibly a date but the way he was acting you didn’t think it was. The whole time Johnny seemed upset and it was clear that something was bothering him.

“I’m sorry Y/n I have to go,, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said with his eyes brimming with tears once more. You tried to call out to him but your voice was stuck in your throat.

Slowly standing up you grabbed your things and left, tears also filling your eyes. “Y/n,” for the first time you could make out the voice. It sounded scared for you. “Why does this keep happening?” you question while clutching your chest. Your rapid heartbeat hurt, you bent over on your knee and tried to breathe. “No,, no,,, no,” you whined when little kids started to giggle and cars zoomed past. “I need to see a doctor,” you said to yourself when it slowly started to stop.

“I hopped off the plane at LAX. With a dream and my cardigan. Welcome to the land of fame excess. Whoa, am I gonna fit in?-” you sang at the top of your lungs in the car.

The person next to you started to sing the next lyrics just as loud and obnoxious as you did “Jumped in the cab. Here I am for the first time. Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign. This is all so crazy. Everybody seems so famous,” they stopped their singing due to their happy laugh bursting through.

You stared ahead on the road as the song played in the background. This moment was perfect, nothing could ruin it. Everything faded and suddenly you were with people at a restaurant.

“I’m just so proud of you Y/n, I never imagine this at all,” one of the people said. Their words really did make you feel better, you didn’t know what you did but suddenly you were proud of yourself. Someone placed some of Y/F/D onto your plate making you smile even bigger if that was possible.

“Thank you, babe,” you chirply said.

You had been enjoying all these nice and happy dreams when suddenly you were back in that bright room. Someone standing above you while touching you. “Please stop,, leave me alone,” you cried out not liking the feeling of the things prodding at you. “I want my mom,” you said with tears welling up in your eyes. Your whole body was stiff as you attempted to wiggle out of the person grip. Your thump twitchy making the person suddenly stop. They turned towards what looked like a door and started to say something when you sat up in bed in a cold sweat.

Tears already in your eyes and falling down your cheeks. Sniffling you got out of your covers and walked to your parent’s room as if you were a little girl again. “Mom,, dad,,” you said while wiping your eyes and entering their room. They shuffle in bed before your mom sat up “Honey are you okay?’ her voice was laced with concern. You shook your head “I keep having this scary bad dream,,, can I sleep with you guys tonight,’ you rubbed your arm in embarrassment as you spoke. Your dad chuckled lightly then scooted over, leaving more space in the middle. “Get in kiddo,” his voice was low and gruff. You smiled softly as you crawled into bed, your mother kissing your forehead in a comforting manner. “Are you okay sweetie?” you could tell she had been worried for you. “I’m feeling better now that I’m here,” you sighed and closed your eyes. It felt safe to be near your parents, just their presence was a comfortable and homely one.

Friday, February 15th

Applying some of the lipstick Wendy picked out for you, you listened to Chaeyoung gossip about how apparently Hyuna was seen kissing Edawn in the back of the football bleachers. “They are dating!” Chaeyoung insisted on making Wendy grumble.

“This girl, she seriously has to always be against whatever I’m for, “ Wendy rolled her eyes at the offend Chaeyoung. “They aren’t dating, Chaeyoung. Hyuna is just a touchy person and whoever saw must have seen wrong,” Wendy didnt believe that that Hyuna and Edawn were dating.

“Hyuna is clearly not straight, have you seen the way she looked at other girls? Her and Somin would make the cutest couple,” you couldn’t help but get in on the gossip.

“Speaking of dating. Johnny and Y/n?” Chaeyoung quirked an eyebrow and nudged your shoulder easily. Your heavy sigh and slumped shoulders must have given a telltale that it didn’t go well.

“Tell us,” Wendy quietly said while taking out some blush.

“Well I thought it was a date but he seemed so sad the whole time and it was so short! Then he just left without even doing anything,” recalling the ice cream “date” yesterday hurt your heart.

“That sucks,, maybe he was waiting for today,” Chaeyoung always knew how to get your hopes up.

“You think?” you sounded like an excited little kid who was about to go to Disneyland.

“She doesn’t think, she knows,” Wendy added while sending Chae a look in the mirror.

“Now come on, tonight is going to be fun so noooo being a saddy sady,, got it?” Wendy continued to make up words which put a stupid smile on your face

“No saddy saddy,, got it.”

Fixing your clothes you made a face at the multiple people already at the party. There was only two things that Jaehyun was good at, fucking girls and guys and throwing parties. Overly loud music blared through the multiple speakers.

“I hate rich people,” Chaeyoung kicked a rock as you guys crossed the lawn into the giant house.

“Same,” Wendy sadly added.

Once you were inside everything was worse. People were already drinking and smoking weed, it smelt like a 12-year-old boys locker room and all the making out and grinding was disgusting. Wendy and Chaeyoung searched for someone before grabbing your hand and dragging you in a different direction. Wendy handed you a drink and told you to chug it. On any other day you would have found reasons to bale out but today you didn’t care. Taking the red solo cup you swallowed the nasty screwdriver within seconds. Unlike your friends, you weren’t the heaviest drinker.

Within the next few minutes, you continually took shots and started screaming with your friends over everything that was going on. “Y/n I was looking for you,” Johnny said while grabbing your wrist.

“Huh?” you mumbled while taking a sip of some drink some random guy handed you. Johnny didn’t look impressed as he saw you chugging the alcohol, looking like you were trying to drink yourself to death.

“You’re drinking a lot,, I really need to tell you-” you cut him off when a slow song came on.

“We need to dance to thissss,” you yelled while grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the source of the music.

At first, Johnny was going to refuse but he couldn’t help it. You looked so sexy, sauntering in front of him. Pressing your back flush against his chest you swayed your hips side to side against his. Johnny sighed at the feeling as he swayed along with him, his hands firmly on your hips. Leaning your head back you rested it out his shoulder and stared into his chocolate brown eyes that always held millions of emotions. “Y/n,” he quietly moaned in your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. It must have been the alcohol speaking as you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down. Your lips crashed against his, they tasted like cherries. He laced his fingers in your arms and tugged lightly causing you to let out a muffled moan, he took that opportunity to slip his tongue past your parted lips. It was like an explosion had gone off in your head, his touche burned and sent an electrifying feeling throughout your whole body. Your toes instinctively started to curl when he pressed himself even more against you. Pulling away for hair his lips was swollen and his hair tousled around just like when you first met him. Smirking you enjoyed the view of him, Johnny was everything you wanted and needed. Johnny kept his focus on your body, first he admired your lips then he admired how great your figure looked in the outfit that Chaeyoung had without a doubt picked out for you.

Sighing he tugged your hand and started to pull you outside “I’m being selfish, we need to talk,” he said. You stumbled along with him, mind racing with a million different things.

“Johnny,” you started to thinking that maybe he wanted to do something you weren’t ready for yet when he spoke up

“I’m not going to do anything,, I just need to get you out of here,” his voice was quiet and sad. Once you guys were away from the party he sat you down on a bench.

“Y/n you need to wake up,” he stares intensely into your eyes. The familiar foreign feeling returned in your chest, your heart beating faster and the sound of the music being blurred over with the sounds of kids laughing and cars driving.

“What are you saying?” it was clear you were scared and worried.

“Y/n you know you need to wake up. I can’t continue to be selfish and hold onto you in here forever, you need to wake up and go home. They are waiting for you Y/n,, they need you more than I do,” Johnny was crying, holding your hands tightly as he stared into your eyes with that emotion, the emotion you finally recognize as sorrow. The cars and kids got louder, your breathing got heavy as all rational thoughts in your brain shut off.

“I love you more than anything. You are the person that I wanted to spend my entire life with. I want to have kids with you and I want to grow old with you. But I messed up and I’m so sorry about that. If I could turn back time I would, I would do so many things different just to protect you. I know you are confused and scared but you need to wake up. None of this is real, Y/n. they need you to wake up……I need you to wake up,” Johnny was crying harder than the powerful winds of a tornado, the raw emotions in his tone made you burst into tears.  It felt like every atom in your being was being torn out of your body you couldn’t figure out what was happening or why it is happening.

“Johnny no please don’t. I can’t.,, I can’t wake up,, Johnny I can’t,” you didn’t even know why you were saying what you were but your heart was speaking for you. “I’m scared, Johnny. I can’t do it without you,” you added, hands reaching out for him.

He pulled you into him and hugged you “Y/n you have to give up on me. I always said that I’d love you until the day I died and I meant it, I still do. I’ll never stop loving you Y/n but you need to stop loving me. Promise me that you’ll find love again,, please,” he broke the hug and peered down at your hysterical figure.

You didn’t want to promise Johnny even though that you still didn’t know what was happening you knew you had to “I promise Johnny,, I promise,, but-” Johnny cut you off with his warm and soft lips. His lips that always felt like home. Everything around you became bright, you saw Johnny slowly disappear from your vision with a sad smile on his face.

Sitting up in bed you started to cry and scream for Johnny. “We need a Doctor! Patient L/N is awake,” a nurse yelled. Your mother started to cry as she squeezed your hand gently. You stopped screaming to take in your surroundings. An ugly white hospital room.

“Mommy where is Johnny,” you immediately asked, memories slowly coming back to you.

Your mom started to cry “Don’t you remember what happened sweety,” she said while giving you a tight and grateful hug.

“What?’ you asked more afraid that you had ever been in your life. The pure fear and confusion that pumped through you cause you to cower to your mother like you were a young child again. “Mom why am In the hospital?’ you asked without any idea as to why you were here.

“Honey I’m so sorry,, you and Youngho were involved in an accident,, Youngho didn’t make it,” she held your hysterical crying figure.

“No,, he had too,, I was just with him,,” you said while recalling what just happened seconds before.

“Honey he died 8 days ago,” she pulled away to stare at your face. Everything went black as you were thrown into your memories.

Thursday, February 7th

“Y/n,, do you know how much I love you?’ Johnny asked while giving your hand a squeeze. You looked up at the sky and hummed “how much?’ you asked without a care in the world. You were always calm and comfortable while being around Johnny.” I love you this much,” you confusedly turned to the side when Johnny let go of your hand. On one knee was your beloved boyfriend of 5 years with a gorgeous ring in his hand. “Y/n I don’t want to grow old with anyone else. You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with,, will you marry me?” he asked. Tears fell down your cheeks as you accidentally jumped around and screamed yes. Practically tackling him you held him tighter than you ever have before. Johnny let out soft giggles as he held you back even tighter. Gently he placed the ring on your fingers, admiring how beautiful and happy you looked

Sitting in the car you admired the gorgeous ring your finger. Johnny give gave you a small grin as he started to blare “Party in the USA,’ by Miley Cyrus. Together you guys jammed out to the song, stopping every once and awhile just to laugh.

Driving by a park Johnny glanced at all the kids running around and playing “Let’s have kids,” he suddenly said.

You looked over at him with admiration “yeah?” you question not so sure if he was serious or not.

He dreamily looked at the road “Yeah,” he said while turning to look at you. You stared back at him while smiling.

“Well let’s get married first.”  Glancing back at the road you screamed when you saw a car swerving and coming straight at you “Johnny,” you yelled in fear. Johnny gasped and swerved to dodge the truck, hitting the brake his right arm instantly went over to help protect you. Everything went black when your car slammed head on to the other one.

Opening your eyes once more you stared at the gorgeous ring on your finger. Your chest was so sore from crying and so were your puffy and swollen eyes. “Mama,, we were going to get married and have kids. We were happy,,, our life had just begun,” you continued to cry to your mother.

“Y/n you’re awake!” Wendy burst into the room. Chaeyoung and her wife, Mina, trialed shortly behind. The tension in the sir thinned only slightly at their entrance. Immediately they both gently hugged you. You carefully hugged them back. Staring at the ceiling you imagined Johnny staring down at you, his words echoed in your mind.

Nodding your head carefully you wiped your sad eyes “it’s gonna be hard, baby,, I’ll do my best though,, I promised.”  you thought before the doctor walked in with a small smile on his face.

“Ms. L/N I’m glad you’re awake and I think you will be elated to know that although your fiance has passed,, the baby is perfectly fine.”

“…the baby?”

[ahgasetay]

Thursday, February 7th | bang chan

warnings: angst ahead  admin: suni paring: idol x rem!reader authors note: there might be some mistakes in this since its so long it was hard for me to edit. however, i am very proud of this,,,its probably my favorite thing ive ever written. id love feedback  word count: 10.1k

Thursday, February 7th

You adjusted the headphones in your ears as you walked down the street, the wind blowing past you slowly sending a shiver down your spine. The weatherman said it was going to be cold today but you didn't think anything of it when you simply left the house without even as much as a jacket. It was often that the weather channel was wrong so you didn't think twice. 

Now you were seriously regretting it as the wind started to blow even harder, trees bending from the pressure and already dead leaves blowing around in mini tornados. In the distance, you could hear cars screeching and kids laughing, something about the eerie sound made you break into a cold sweat. Their happiness and joy filled your mind with anguish and sadness, the sound of busy streets made you feel rushed and worried. Nothing came to your mind as to why you could have felt this way but you blamed it on the cold wind and the grey skies, questionable atmosphere could lead to questionable feelings and thoughts. 

Glancing across the road a young man was standing there, already staring at you. His hair was slightly tousled and messy form the constant blowing of the wind and his clothes looked dirty and worn out. Something about he seemed out of place but it was hard to put your finger on it. Locking eyes with him you wondered why he was just standing there and staring, his stare seemed shocked or surprised. Looking away you brushed off his stare as it was chilly and you didn't have a jacket on. 

Soon your house came into sight, this warm beige exterior seemed so welcoming and inviting. All you could think about was bundling up under the warm comfort of your bed with some warm tea nearby. Glancing back towards where the young boy was standing you didn't notice him, he must have left. Taking out your headphones you opened the door and tossed your keys in the bowl with everyone else's. 

“Y/n!” someone called out making you stop in your tracks. You stayed silent as you checked your phone for the time, 4 pm. 

“Yeah?” your voice came out quieter than you intended. Silence. Waiting a little bit longer no one answered causing you to furrow your brows. Texting your om you asked if she or dad had come home early. Within seconds she replied saying no. 

“I'm going crazy,” you mumbled as you lazily trudged up the steps and into your room, ignoring your dire need for some hot delicious tea. Once your head hit the pillow and your pants came off your eyes were shut tight and you were dozing off into dreamland. 

People rushed past you, you couldn't move and all you could focus on was how annoying bright the room was. “Uh,” you mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. Trying to lift your legs and move you started to panic when you realized you couldn't. “He,, help,” you whined out feeling even more scared than ever, Your heart rate picked up the more you panicked as you tried to move. The lights above you dimmed, a blurry figure covering them. You couldn't make out who they were or what they were doing but you wanted to scream once they started to touch you. A prickling sensation burned up on your right arm. 

“No!” you screamed, sitting up in bed. Sweat made your bed feel like a sauna and your heart wouldn't slow down. Checking the time you noticed it had only been an hour since you had fallen into your deep slumber. 

“Y/n?” you heard a voice that resembled your mother's call out. “I'm fine, just a bad dream. What are you making for dinner?” you asked while trying to collect your thoughts. When the house remained silent and no one answered you got up and left your room. “Mom?” you called out while slowly walking down the stairs, trying to take a peek into the kitchen. 

“Oh Y/n! Can you help me with the groceries,” your mom said as she opened the door, hands full of plastic bags of food. “Uhh,” you cocked your head to the side in confusion before brushing it off as you were still creeped out from your strange dream. 

“Of course,, uh what are you making for dinner?” you asked as you slipped on some shoes to help her out. 

“Ham soup,” she set the groceries on the counter and started to unload.

Friday, February 8th

“Sweet love,, sweet springtime love,” sang WooJin in your ears. “I'm not even joking! Springtime love is the best song that WooJin and Jungwoo have released yet!” Wendy gushed as she took the headphone from your ear to listen to it for herself. 

“Are you kidding me? You're still sticking to that shit music? I'm serious when I say you guys need to listen to Changbins mixtape, have some real taste,” Chaeyoung said as pulled out her chair to sit next to you. Wendy sent Chaeyoung a glare at the shorter girls diss towards her favorite celebrities.

”If you ever think I'm going to listen to that stupid rap music you have lost your mind,” Wendy snapped back while finally turning off her music at the appearance of the teacher. 

“Okay class we have a new student today,” her voice was scratchy and rather painful to listen to. “Come in,” pointing out her finger she welcomed in the new student. Slowly walked in a rather familiar face. His hair was still messy but his clothes looked cleaner this time. With him was a pair of beats around his neck, music quietly playing in the distance. His eyes immediately locked with yours and you felt your entire heart clench. The teacher was speaking but you didn't know what she was saying as you were distracted by the dreamy look in his eyes. Not once did his eyes leave you, he seemed to be soaking up all your features and admiring the one by one. 

“Hi, my name is Chris Bang but can call me Chan. Please treat me well,” he said while snapping out of the trance he was in. Your mouth fell open at the sound of his voice, it was so smooth and honey like. His accent was beyond captivating. 

“You can take a seat by Felix,” the teacher said while pointing over at the annoyingly popular and good-looking Felix. Chan waved at you, your hand slowly raised as you waved back. Wendy and Chaeyoung both started to nudge you making your cheeks burn even more than they already were. 

Throughout the entire class and you couldn't get Chan out of your mind, his every movement as captivating and he had a smile that made you feel as if you have known him for thousands of years. As soon as the bell rang Wendy and Chaeyoung were up and by Chans side. “Would you like to join us for lunch?”, they asked while creepily staring at him with a big smile. He seemed to laugh as he stared at them with unrecognizable emotion in his eyes. You could see him mumble something under his breath but you couldn't make out what it was. 

“I would love that,” he said, eyes dancing over to you. 

“Okay,,, perfect,” Chaeyoung said while ditching you with Wendy. Walking a little slower you smiled at Chan. 

“I'm sorry about them if you don't want to join us you don't have to,,, but,,, if you did I wouldn't mind,” you started to stutter over your words under his intense stare. 

“No,,, I would actually love to join you,,, Y/n,” he grabbed his things and gestured out his hand for you to lead the way. 

“Chan, how did you know my name?” you asked while slowing down to make sure he was following.

 His mouth fell open as his cheeks dusted a light red “I heard your friends say it,” he easily lied. 

“Oh-” you said while brushing some hair out of your face “-so why did you come here,” immediately you cursed at yourself for asking such a lame question. 

“My dad transferred jobs,” he answered without looking bothered. Shorter than you would have liked you arrived at the busy and bustling lunchroom. Wendy and Chaeyoung were talking with Mina and Yuta while they sat at your everyday lunch table. 

“Let me catch you up on some things,” you quickly said while realizing Chan knew nobody. He seemed confused at first then nodded when he relaxed what you were saying. “You see that pretty gingerish haired girl and the sand-colored big smiled boy? The girl is Mina Myoui and the boy is Nakamoto Yuta. They transferred from Japan and Chaeyoung is in charge of helping. Chae has developed a little crush on Mina so it's our job at lunch to try and help them flirt,” you turned to see is Chan was following. 

He seems spaced out, probably taking in what you said before he caught your gaze and nodded “Chae likes the Japanese girl Mina,, but can't flirt. You guys help Chae flirt with Mina during lunch,” he repeated what you said with a light giggle. 

“Correct,” you beamed, hurrying over to the table. “Mina, did Chaeyoung tell you that she thought you looked cute today? She mentioned it earlier and was going to tell you but you know how forgetful she is,” Chaeyoung sent you a sharp glare with her cheeks slowly turning the color of a firetruck. 

“Oh,, thank you Chaeyoungie,” Mina giggled shyly at your words as she sent heart eye in the direction of Chaeyoung. 

Chan watched the interaction before leaning over to you “You watch, in 5 years or so those two will be married with 2 dogs and 1 cat,” he said making you imagine the scenario. Nodding your head you hummed in agreement, “you catch on fast,” you teased making Chan nod his head. 

Through lunch, you two made jokes, as Chaeyoung flirted with Mina and Wendy attempted to help Yuta with his homework. Chan and you talked the whole time, it felt as if you had known him for years. It was so easy to talk to him, it was almost as if he knew exactly what to say. Once lunch was over you slowly walked back to class with Chan in tow.

Saturday, February 9th

The sun was even bright today than it had ever been, you were sure of it. Closing your eyes tightly you attempted to escape from the beaming orb and get rid of a growing headache. The sound of footsteps approaching caused your heart to race a little. You didn't know who was coming near you but you didn't care, you came to the park to be left alone. Today was the most beautiful day you had ever seen. The sun was high in the sky and the wind was barely blowing making a nice warmth to spread through your town. A black shadow appears above you, slowly you open your eyes to be greeted with a happy Chan. 

He had a big dorky grin on his face as he hovered above you “You look extremely beautiful,” he said with a  dreamy tone laced in his voice. The butterflies that were hiding in your stomach erupted as you rolled over to hide from him while giggling. 

“Are you stalking me?’ you teased him, overly happy at his sudden appearance. 

“Of course not, I just happen To see you and I wanted to come to talk to you,” he shrugged his shoulders, plopping on the ground with an obnoxious grunt. He rolled over on his side to stare at you, the wind lightly blowing his hair. 

“You look like an angel," you randomly said making him burst out laughing. Your heart momentarily stopped when you heard something odd to his laugh. It wasn't a happy and bright laugh, instead,,, it sounded sad. Like he just remembered or realized something. “Or a prince,” you mumbled with a gut feeling that he didn't like to be called an angel. 

He rolled onto his back and stared at the baby blue sky “That cloud looks like Yoshi,” his hand raised to point a the Yoshi cloud as you attempt to search for it. 

“You're crazy, that's clearly a medusa,” gasping at your suggestion he furiously shook his head. 

“Nope,,, oh my gosh looks in George Washington!” he yelled happily. 

Your eyes searched the sky for funny shaped clouds to point out for Chan. With your eyes focused on the sky, you didn't notice that Chans focus was somewhere else. He was soaking up your appearance, your messy hair sprawled onto the grass and your shirt hanging loosely off of your collarbone. He noticed that your lips had a light pink tint to them with a shiny gloss telling him that you had put lipgloss on before you left despite the slight wind. Your hands were on either side of your body, no jewelry decorating your wrists or your fingers. He nodded his head solemnly at the sight. Turning your head to the side you caught his eyes. Chan didn't even try to look away or hide that he was staring. He let you know he was staring and he was able to who you that he enjoyed what he saw simply with his eyes. That's something about him that made you so nervous and giddy, was his bold exterior. It was obvious that he wanted to say something, he was yearning to tell you something or anything. 

“Y/n you-” Chan's voice cracked as he tried to speak making him stop. Everything felt still as he blankly stared at you, his eyes full of a million different emotions and all the words he wanted to say stuck in your throat. 

“What is-” your phone vibrated signaling that there was an incoming phone call “-I'm sorry let me grab that.” Sitting up some grass stuck to your hair making Chan finally crack a soft smile. As you grasped for your phone to answer the call from Wend, Chan slowly reached out and plucked some green grass from your gorgeous hair. “Yeah,, uh huh,, do you need me to?? On my way,” casting Chan a glance he nodded his head in understanding. 

“I have something I need to do anyway, go along now,” he sat up and sent you a smile and wave before jogging off in some direction. Sighing heavily you regretted answering the phone. It hadn't been long since you known Chan but it really looked like he wanted to tell you something important. 

“Hey, Ch-” listening for your gut you tried to call out to him but you were forced to stop when a hiccup came out. “Ow,” you said hiccups keeping you from getting Chain back. “Y/n!” someone from behind you yelled causing your head to snap in that direction. Your eyes searched for a possible person who couldn't have said it but no one was looking at you and there wasn't anyone you recognized nearby. Picking up speed your heart beat even faster making you feel a sense of fear. In the distance, kids giggled and cars rushed past, heightening your growing fear and panic. Heavy breaths came out of you the more kids seemed to enjoy themselves and the more people drove past. Another vibration from your phone snapped you out of it. “Wendy I'm on my way,” you answered before finally sitting up and taking your leave.

Monday, February 11th

“I didn't say it was good but-” Wendy was cut off by an excited and happy Chaeyoung. 

“You did! You said it was surprisingly good,” Chaeyoung argue back with a happy smile on your face. Chan pulled out a chair and sat next to you, that longing returning in his eyes. 

“What have I missed?” Chan asked while peering at the obnoxiously loud girls. 

“Wendy listened to Changbins new song and said it wasn't bad so now Chaeyoung is bragging about how Changbin is amazing and about how Wendy should have just listened to her from the beginning,” you said while taking strawberry milk from Chan as he offered it to you. ‘How did you know I like strawberry milk?” you asked as you stabbed the straw through the hole. 

Clearly taken back by your question, “I didn't know,, good guess,” he joked making you smile. 

He seemed to know and understand you so well. It was clear that you were staring at him with literal heart eyes. He choked a little on his milk at our intense and strong gaze. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and kiss you. He longed for the ability to touch you but you seemed so far away and off limits. Deep down he knew he had to push his desires aside, he needed to tell you. It had been too long and it didn't matter anymore. “Y/n can we-” like Wendy had to have something against him as she cut him off for the second time. 

“Jaehyun is throwing this super good party this Friday. Y/n is going so you're going to come too, Chan?” she tilted her head to the side and sent him flirty eyes to make him come. You glared at Wendy making her wink at you, Wendy always found a sense of pleasure in making you angry, it was just amusing to see your eyes darken and your lips pucker up, fists tightening a little. 

Chan glanced at you before nodding “Friday? I'll go,” in that moment he made his decision. He needed to tell you at that party, he couldn't keep them waiting any longer.

Laying in bed your eyes finally shut tight, you were looking forward to the party this weekend. It would finally be your chance to dress up really nice and attempt to impress Chan. After spending many hours tossing and turning your eyes finally shut down and your breathing calmed. 

Opening your eyes you found yourself in a familiar room, bright light above you shining down into your eyes. Except for this time you felt a warm comforting hand on yours, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. A blurry figure blocked your vision, their face only inches from yours. They were doing something, you felt a ghost of a human hand on your eyelids. The whisper on a humanoid voice echoed in your head, although you heard them you couldn't make out what they were saying. Whatever their words were it made you feel remorse and fear. 

Suddenly you were sitting in a car, a warm feeling in your chest. For some reason you felt happy whoever was driving the car was laughing, their laughter filled you with warmness. The more you looked at the road the more you felt afraid. “Stop the car,” you started to scream, begging whoever was driving to stop the car and let you out. You needed to get out of the car, you needed to be as far away from where you as you could. “I SAID STOP IT,” you screamed at the top of your lungs. 

Sitting up in bed you let out a yelp in fear. Tears fell down your cheeks as you whimpered in fear from your strange and recurring dream. “What,, what was that,” you cried out while wiping your forehead from sweat. Staring at your legs you made sure you could move them then you touched your face for any differences. “It was just a dream,” you had to reassure yourself. Just as you were about to close your eyes and fall into a deep slumber a hiccup released making you groan. “Stupid hiccups,” you said while attempting to get rid of them and fall into a deep sleep.  

Wednesday, February 13th

“Its just weird because they keep happening,” you huffed as you recalled your strange dreams to Chan. He furrowed his brows and nodded seriously, his eyes clouding over with emotion. Something you had noticed after meeting Chan was that he often had a look in his eyes, a look that you couldn't read or understand. It,, it made you feel regretful,,, like you had just done something you shouldn't have. 

“Maybe it means something,” he said with a nod of his head. His eyes locked with your “That you should wake up,” he added while staring at you for a reaction. Your heart started to beat quicker and you felt it again. That sense of dread. In the distance, kids laughed and cars came to halting screeched. 

Trying to hold the same expression “I do wake up,, every time. You think it's my body unconsciously telling me to wake up?” you said while acting like nothing had happened. Chan didn't seem like he noticed as he just moved on and started to talk about something else. 

Soon Chae and Wendy were joining you guys while talking about Jaehyun's party this weekend. “Vernon made a bet that if the football team lost then he would get naked and jump into the pool,” Wendy laughed as she texted someone on her phone. 

Chan visibly rolled his eyes at that “Disgusting, no one wants to see his baby dick,” Chan jokes. 

Chaeyoung looked up from her drawing and laughed “Why are you talking like you know Vernon. He seems like the type of guy to be average,” she teased Chan. Immediately you knew what would happen, that look would appear in his eyes. He glanced at you and smiled when he already saw you staring. 

“Y/n,, Y/n would you like to get ice cream with me tomorrow?” he suddenly asked. Your mouth fell open and Wendy and Chae both ducked under their desks and started to giggle and squeak. 

“I would love to,” your voice came out a little weaker than you wanted.

Thursday, February 14th

You made sure your hair looked really nice as you hat a cute hat on it and grabbed your jacket, ready to leave the house. “I can't believe he asked to take me for ice cream,, I'm so excited,” you texted Wendy before leaving your house and heading to the location Chan had texted you. 

The weather seemed to be in a good mood with you as the sky didn't have a single cloud in it and the sun was bright. Despite the fact that it was on the chillier side it wasn't intolerable. Walking to the parlor with a skip in your step you were beyond excited for this day. It felt you had been waiting for ages to see Chan again even though it had only been a day. The bright pink and blue, overly decorated shop came into view. 

Chan was standing outside of it with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, clearly nervous. “Hi Chan!” you greeted with a big smile. He looked up at you, feeling the wind being knocked out of his lungs from how beautiful you are. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes taking you by surprise. “Chan, are you okay?” you asked feeling a little worried. The tears slowly fell down his cheeks despite his best efforts to hold them back. 

“I'm,, I'm fine I just have really bad allergies,” his voice cracked as he lied, turning to the side to wipe his tears. “Let's go in,” Chan tried to seem happy as he didn't want to bring the mood down. Pushing open the glass door a bell rang and an employee that matched the exterior perfectly greeted you with a big smile. 

“What flavor do you want?’ he asked while walking up the register. Your eyes peered at all the different flavors, there was just so many that you couldn't choose just one. Chan giggled at your starry-eyed and focused expression “they will have the Y/F/N please,” Chan ordered for you making you gasp. 

“You know me so well,” you exclaimed. 

“We just have a lot in common I guess,” he shrugged it off as he ordered his. The employee chirped as she made your cones and handed them to you. Taking a seat by the window you started t eat your ice cream while enjoying the outside view. Chan slowly nibbled on his, he spent most of his time focused on you. 

“Are you excited for the party?’ you asked in an attempt to start a conversation. 

“Kinda I'm just not a big party person, ya know?’ he mumbled while putting a smile on his face. 

“Where do you see yourself in 5 years?” Chan asked you suddenly making you momentarily stop licking your ice cream to think about it. 

“In 5 years?? Honestly, I think I'd love to be married or engaged,, living in an apartment with a really cute rabbit!” you said while your mind traveled to a place 5 years in the future. You could see yourself sitting on a dark brown lush couch with a tv playing something. Next to you, although you couldn't see them, you felt love and gratitude as they laughed and told you a silly joke. Your heartfelt full, it felt right to be there. Chan smiled at your dazed figure. 

“What about you?’ you asked catching him off guard for a second. “Uh same as you, I'd love to be spending my days with the one. A person who understands me better than anyone else and a person who loves me for me,” his tone of voice was brittle. “I really appreciate you coming out with me today, Y/n,” Chan later added when you didn't reply right away. 

“Of course,, I'm really glad that you invited me, you said with a tinge of disappointment in your voice. The moment felt like it went by so fast and you could've sworn that this was possibly a date but the way he was acting you didn't think it was. The whole time Chan seemed upset and it was clear that something was bothering him. 

“I'm sorry Y/n I have to go,, I'll see you tomorrow,” he said with his eyes brimming with tears once more. You tried to call out to him but your voice was stuck in your throat. 

Slowly standing up you grabbed your things and left, tears also filling your eyes. “Y/n,” for the first time you could make out the voice. It sounded scared for you. “Why does this keep happening?” you question while clutching your chest. Your rapid heartbeat hurt, you bent over on your knee and tried to breathe. “No,, no,,, no,” you whined when little kids started to giggle and cars zoomed past. “I need to see a doctor,” you said to yourself when it slowly started to stop.

“I hopped off the plane at LAX. With a dream and my cardigan. Welcome to the land of fame excess. Whoa, am I gonna fit in?-” you sang at the top of your lungs in the car. 

The person next to you started to sing the next lyrics just as loud and obnoxious as you did “Jumped in the cab. Here I am for the first time. Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign. This is all so crazy. Everybody seems so famous,” they stopped their singing due to their happy laugh bursting through. 

You stared ahead on the road as the song played in the background. This moment was perfect, nothing could ruin it. Everything faded and suddenly you were with people at a restaurant. 

“I'm just so proud of you Y/n, I never imagine this at all,” one of the people said. Their words really did make you feel better, you didn't know what you did but suddenly you were proud of yourself. Someone placed some of Y/F/D onto your plate making you smile even bigger if that was possible. 

“Thank you, babe,” you chirply said. 

You had been enjoying all these nice and happy dreams when suddenly you were back in that bright room. Someone standing above you while touching you. “Please stop,, leave me alone,” you cried out not liking the feeling of the things prodding at you. “I want my mom,” you said with tears welling up in your eyes. Your whole body was stiff as you attempted to wiggle out of the person grip. Your thump twitchy making the person suddenly stop. They turned towards what looked like a door and started to say something when you sat up in bed in a cold sweat. 

Tears already in your eyes and falling down your cheeks. Sniffling you got out of your covers and walked to your parent's room as if you were a little girl again. “Mom,, dad,,” you said while wiping your eyes and entering their room. They shuffle in bed before your mom sat up “Honey are you okay?’ her voice was laced with concern. You shook your head “I keep having this scary bad dream,,, can I sleep with you guys tonight,’ you rubbed your arm in embarrassment as you spoke. Your dad chuckled lightly then scooted over, leaving more space in the middle. “Get in kiddo,” his voice was low and gruff. You smiled softly as you crawled into bed, your mother kissing your forehead in a comforting manner. “Are you okay sweetie?” you could tell she had been worried for you. “I'm feeling better now that I'm here,” you sighed and closed your eyes. It felt safe to be near your parents, just their presence was a comfortable and homely one.

Friday, February 15th

Applying some of the lipstick Wendy picked out for you, you listened to Chaeyoung gossip about how apparently Hyuna was seen kissing Edawn in the back of the football bleachers. “They are dating!” Chaeyoung insisted on making Wendy grumble. 

“This girl, she seriously has to always be against whatever I'm for, “ Wendy rolled her eyes at the offend Chaeyoung. “They aren't dating, Chaeyoung. Hyuna is just a touchy person and whoever saw must have seen wrong,” Wendy didnt believe that that Hyuna and Edawn were dating. 

“Hyuna is clearly not straight, have you seen the way she looked at other girls? Her and Somin would make the cutest couple,” you couldn't help but get in on the gossip. 

“Speaking of dating. Chan and Y/n?” Chaeyoung quirked an eyebrow and nudged your shoulder easily. Your heavy sigh and slumped shoulders must have given a telltale that it didn't go well. 

“Tell us,” Wendy quietly said while taking out some blush. 

“Well I thought it was a date but he seemed so sad the whole time and it was so short! Then he just left without even doing anything,” recalling the ice cream “date” yesterday hurt your heart. 

“That sucks,, maybe he was waiting for today,” Chaeyoung always knew how to get your hopes up. 

“You think?” you sounded like an excited little kid who was about to go to Disneyland. 

“She doesn't think, she knows,” Wendy added while sending Chae a look in the mirror. 

“Now come on, tonight is going to be fun so noooo being a saddy sady,, got it?” Wendy continued to make up words which put a stupid smile on your face 

“No saddy saddy,, got it.”

Fixing your clothes you made a face at the multiple people already at the party. There was only two things that Jaehyun was good at, fucking girls and guys and throwing parties. Overly loud music blared through the multiple speakers. 

“I hate rich people,” Chaeyoung kicked a rock as you guys crossed the lawn into the giant house. 

“Same,” Wendy sadly added. 

Once you were inside everything was worse. People were already drinking and smoking weed, it smelt like a 12-year-old boys locker room and all the making out and grinding was disgusting. Wendy and Chaeyoung searched for someone before grabbing your hand and dragging you in a different direction. Wendy handed you a drink and told you to chug it. On any other day you would have found reasons to bale out but today you didn't care. Taking the red solo cup you swallowed the nasty screwdriver within seconds. Unlike your friends, you weren't the heaviest drinker. 

Within the next few minutes, you continually took shots and started screaming with your friends over everything that was going on. “Y/n I was looking for you,” Chan said while grabbing your wrist. 

“Huh?” you mumbled while taking a sip of some drink some random guy handed you. Chan didn't look impressed as he saw you chugging the alcohol, looking like you were trying to drink yourself to death. 

“You're drinking a lot,, I really need to tell you-” you cut him off when a slow song came on. 

“We need to dance to thissss,” you yelled while grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the source of the music. 

At first, Chan was going to refuse but he couldn't help it. You looked so sexy, sauntering in front of him. Pressing your back flush against his chest you swayed your hips side to side against his. Chan sighed at the feeling as he swayed along with him, his hands firmly on your hips. Leaning your head back you rested it out his shoulder and stared into his chocolate brown eyes that always held millions of emotions. “Y/n,” he quietly moaned in your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. It must have been the alcohol speaking as you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down. Your lips crashed against his, they tasted like cherries. He laced his fingers in your arms and tugged lightly causing you to let out a muffled moan, he took that opportunity to slip his tongue past your parted lips. It was like an explosion had gone off in your head, his touche burned and sent an electrifying feeling throughout your whole body. Your toes instinctively started to curl when he pressed himself even more against you. Pulling away for hair his lips was swollen and his hair tousled around just like when you first met him. Smirking you enjoyed the view of him, Chan was everything you wanted and needed. Chan kept his focus on your body, first he admired your lips then he admired how great your figure looked in the outfit that Chaeyoung had without a doubt picked out for you. 

Sighing he tugged your hand and started to pull you outside “I'm being selfish, we need to talk,” he said. You stumbled along with him, mind racing with a million different things. 

“Chan,” you started to thinking that maybe he wanted to do something you weren't ready for yet when he spoke up 

“I'm not going to do anything,, I just need to get you out of here,” his voice was quiet and sad. Once you guys were away from the party he sat you down on a bench. 

“Y/n you need to wake up,” he stares intensely into your eyes. The familiar foreign feeling returned in your chest, your heart beating faster and the sound of the music being blurred over with the sounds of kids laughing and cars driving. 

“What are you saying?” it was clear you were scared and worried. 

“Y/n you know you need to wake up. I can't continue to be selfish and hold onto you in here forever, you need to wake up and go home. They are waiting for you Y/n,, they need you more than I do,” Chan was crying, holding your hands tightly as he stared into your eyes with that emotion, the emotion you finally recognize as sorrow. The cars and kids got louder, your breathing got heavy as all rational thoughts in your brain shut off. 

“I love you more than anything. You are the person that I wanted to spend my entire life with. I want to have kids with you and I want to grow old with you. But I messed up and I'm so sorry about that. If I could turn back time I would, I would do so many things different just to protect you. I know you are confused and scared but you need to wake up. None of this is real, Y/n. they need you to wake up…...I need you to wake up,” Chan was crying harder than the powerful winds of a tornado, the raw emotions in his tone made you burst into tears.  It felt like every atom in your being was being torn out of your body you couldn't figure out what was happening or why it is happening. 

“Chan no please don't. I can't.,, I can't wake up,, Chan I can't,” you didn't even know why you were saying what you were but your heart was speaking for you. “I'm scared, Chan. I can't do it without you,” you added, hands reaching out for him. 

He pulled you into him and hugged you “Y/n you have to give up on me. I always said that I'd love you until the day I died and I meant it, I still do. I'll never stop loving you Y/n but you need to stop loving me. Promise me that you'll find love again,, please,” he broke the hug and peered down at your hysterical figure. 

You didn't want to promise Chan even though that you still didn't know what was happening you knew you had to “I promise Chan,, I promise,, but-” Chan cut you off with his warm and soft lips. His lips that always felt like home. Everything around you became bright, you saw Chan slowly disappear from your vision with a sad smile on his face. 

Sitting up in bed you started to cry and scream for Chan. “We need a Doctor! Patient L/N is awake,” a nurse yelled. Your mother started to cry as she squeezed your hand gently. You stopped screaming to take in your surroundings. An ugly white hospital room. 

“Mommy where is Chan,” you immediately asked, memories slowly coming back to you. 

Your mom started to cry “Don't you remember what happened sweety,” she said while giving you a tight and grateful hug. 

“What?’ you asked more afraid that you had ever been in your life. The pure fear and confusion that pumped through you cause you to cower to your mother like you were a young child again. ��Mom why am In the hospital?’ you asked without any idea as to why you were here.

“Honey I'm so sorry,, you and Chris were involved in an accident,, Chris didn't make it,” she held your hysterical crying figure. 

“No,, he had too,, I was just with him,,” you said while recalling what just happened seconds before. 

“Honey he died 8 days ago,” she pulled away to stare at your face. Everything went black as you were thrown into your memories.

Thursday, February 7th

“Y/n,, do you know how much I love you?’ Chan asked while giving your hand a squeeze. You looked up at the sky and hummed “how much?’ you asked without a care in the world. You were always calm and comfortable while being around Chan.” I love you this much,” you confusedly turned to the side when Chan let go of your hand. On one knee was your beloved boyfriend of 5 years with a gorgeous ring in his hand. “Y/n I don't want to grow old with anyone else. You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with,, will you marry me?” he asked. Tears fell down your cheeks as you accidentally jumped around and screamed yes. Practically tackling him you held him tighter than you ever have before. Chan let out soft giggles as he held you back even tighter. Gently he placed the ring on your fingers, admiring how beautiful and happy you looked

Sitting in the car you admired the gorgeous ring your finger. Chan give gave you a small grin as he started to blare “Party in the USA,’ by Miley Cyrus. Together you guys jammed out to the song, stopping every once and awhile just to laugh. 

Driving by a park Chan glanced at all the kids running around and playing “Let's have kids,” he suddenly said. 

You looked over at him with admiration “yeah?” you question not so sure if he was serious or not. 

He dreamily looked at the road “Yeah,” he said while turning to look at you. You stared back at him while smiling. 

“Well let's get married first.”  Glancing back at the road you screamed when you saw a car swerving and coming straight at you “Chan,” you yelled in fear. Chan gasped and swerved to dodge the truck, hitting the brake his right arm instantly went over to help protect you. Everything went black when your car slammed head on to the other one.

Opening your eyes once more you stared at the gorgeous ring on your finger. Your chest was so sore from crying and so were your puffy and swollen eyes. “Mama,, we were going to get married and have kids. We were happy,,, our life had just begun,” you continued to cry to your mother. 

“Y/n you're awake!” Wendy burst into the room. Chaeyoung and her wife, Mina, trialed shortly behind. The tension in the sir thinned only slightly at their entrance. Immediately they both gently hugged you. You carefully hugged them back. Staring at the ceiling you imagined Chan staring down at you, his words echoed in your mind. 

Nodding your head carefully you wiped your sad eyes “it's gonna be hard, baby,, I'll do my best though,, I promised.”  you thought before the doctor walked in with a small smile on his face. 

“Ms. L/N I'm glad you're awake and I think you will be elated to know that although your fiance has passed,, the baby is perfectly fine.” 

“...the baby?”

[rpausandwhatifs]

There’s This Guy|| Elliot Drabble

@danhowell-rp

@felixpierp

@shanedawson-rp

Elliot had been fighting it for so long, that it was causing him to lose sleep. He didn’t want to bring it up in family therapy because maybe he could learn how to work through his problems without a trained mental health professional in the room. It wasn’t the best decision, but he had walked himself out of his room and down the stairs. Making sure on the way down that the girl was still outside.

Persi had been doing this futile assignment her therapist gave to her to read a book about personality disorders and anxiety to help her answer her questions and move along in her sessions to a point where she wouldn’t need to take them. They were visiting in London with Bryony, but the three parents had stepped out for a little while and trusted that the two were old enough to look after themselves. A beautiful day, she had her hair out of her ponytail, allowing herself to relax in order to get settled into the book. Criss-cross applesauced under the tree, she viewed the pages and started to fill her head with the words, her long orange locks blowing in the wind. It was a rare and gentle moment for her. 

Elliot watches from the sliding door and begins to think about what he’s about to do. He’s basically giving her (and Persephone) cannon fodder, and he has a hard enough time as it is trying to figure out all of this out. Who knows? It might even be a passing thing but he wanted to test it on someone other than his parents, who he felt like would be uncomfortable at best, and probably disgusted worst-case scenario. Plus, Persi is gay(?), right? It won’t feel weird if he is, but it might be the person; you can’t help who you love, right?

The boy was so tangled in his thoughts that his saunter through the grass made him trip on his own awkward feet, exclaiming before tumbling in front of her. He sighed and stared at the sky a little longer on his back, his entire train of thought derailed.

Look, Elliot! It’s your cousin Harlan!

Baby cousin! Gimme a hug!

...

H-heyy Harlan...coming to babysit?

Yeah, but first I gotta finish my homework, your parents aren’t leaving for a little while...c’mere I’m not a stranger gimme a hug, cuz!

...

Ugh! Your sister snuck out again *sighs*...

*shrugs* You can call Papa and Otosan, and then come back, we can play a game- Oooo! Dibs on the good controller!

Du är så lat! Just go upstairs and get the other on.

The-then I’ll lose...

Then wrestle me for it! Show me how strong you are!

Y-You’re so big! I hate wrestling...

Why do you hate wrestling?

Because Persi is too big and she hurts my arm...

Do you like..wrestle with other boys?

Ew, no...why would I do that?

Cus sometimes boys wrestle! I wrestle with Reiner and stuff.

Again. Not me. Also huge. And ew. 

Okej! Jag fattar!..And stop saying “ew.”

Stop talking other than English.

Make me...*looks at him, raises brows* Jag slår vad om att du inte kommer

Ha-harlan..

Tell me why it’s gross to wrestle boys.

...

“Ellie,” Persi said, “Yo, why are you being weird?...Helllooo!” 

Elliot snapped out of it and turned his head to look at his sister, “Huh?”

“The fuck?!”

“Papa told us not to curse,” he replied, turning his head toward her.

“I don’t care. You came out here, ate shit on my patch of grass, then stared at the clouds...*sighs* What do you want?”

“I think there’s something wrong with me.”

“*scoffs* Oh that’s easy! You were born. Next question.”

“Noo! Persi...I-I-I’m...I think I’m a bigot.”

“Bigot? Do you even know what that word means?”

“I don’t like people...right?”

“No, dumbass-”

“I’m serious, Persi! Stop! I think I have a problem with sombeody...”

“Oh! Is someone picking on you?” she finally caught on, straightening and narrowing her eyes.

“Well...It’s hard to explain...”

“Is it a teacher? Another kid at school?..School bus?” she asked sitting up, feeling her chest drop that someone might be bullying her baby brother.

“He’s older than you...” he says sheephisly.

“Ew! Did you say something to Dad or Dan?”

“N-No...” he feels like the world is closing in on him.

“Some fucking perv is diddling you and I have to say something. Ellie this is serious shit, how long has this been going on? Do you know where he lives?”

“N-No! I-I-It’s something wrong with me...” he timidly tries to explain, finally sitting up and leaning over and points to his chest, urging his sister to keep her voice down.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. What he’s doing is wrong and that fucko is about to go to jail!” Persi exclaimed, shutting her book and starting to stand up when Elliot grabbed her arm in attempt to get her to sit back down, then jerking away from him, “NO ONE FUCKS WITH MY BABY BROTHER! Come on, we’re telling Dad.”

“STOP!” he yelled, his voice cracked, “It’s not like that! I don’t think I like...act like a normal boy, or I don’t think I like boys like Harlan or if I’m supposed to grow up like...I WANNA WRESTLE WITH HIM AND I DON’T KNOW HOW!”

“...W-...Is Harlan diddling you?” Persi whipped around to face her brother, the disgust on her face, “Wait, what? I dunno what you’re trying to say...Is he making you uncomfortable or touching you in the no-no zone?”

“N-No, no! Nothing like that! I just...I guess...can you like teach me how to wrestle with Harlan?”

Persi was completely perplexed by her brother's request, "Huh? What? Why? And why Harlan specifically?"

"Well if you were here that one time he was babysitting me he wanted to wrestle and I said ew and he told me it was bad to say ew to wrestling with other boys."

"Wait, like how him and Reiner wrestle? Like how boys just kinda roughhouse? Why do you say ew? That's weird."

"'Cus it's the first thing I say when he says it, but it's not how I felt. I dunno why I said it, and that's why I said that something is wrong with me and one of my friends called me a bigot because I don't like touching boys, but I like touching boys, I just don't know how."

Persi sat back down slowly and attempted to digest what her brother was explaining. She watched him try to use as much as his sixth grade vocabulary can muster. It made sense enough that his friends weren't helping him much, but the whole thing with Harlan wasn't clicking for her. Her eyes looked to the sky as she pushed her hair back and sighed, "You...Do you think you're not tough enough?" she asked.

"That's, like, part of it, but my friends don't wrestle, and I don't hang out with like big boys like Reiner or Harlan."

"So you want to learn how to wrestle because you want to wrestle with Harlan to be tougher?" she asked carefully.

"Kinda. I wanna learn how to wrestle so that I can only wrestle with Harlan," he admits with confidence.

"So the word you were looking for is probably homophobe. Just thought I let you know. However, if I think you're saying what I think you're saying then I really think you need to talk to Dad or Dan."

"I don't think they would understand-OWwwwwah!"

"Fucking idiot! Our parents are gay grown up boys! Gay means you like boys!" she bursted, extending a leg out to kick his, "You're not a bigot, though, and you're not a homophobe. Thank God."

"So you're calling me gay?" he asked, sitting up on his elbows.

"No. I'm calling the feeling you have towards Harlan gay...do you like girls?" she corrected him then asked swiftly as to not cause any awkward tension.

"I mean yeah, who doesn't?"

"Bigots and gay boys."

"So I'm a bigot," he nods and offers his answer, causing the girl to throw her foot down into his chest and knocking him back, "OWwwah! Get your dirty foot off me! This is my Versace shirt Otosan bought me!"

"How dumb are you?" she asked with a bite.

"Dumb enough to lay in the grass and think your foot is dirtier than the actual dirt I'm sitting in."

"Maybe you are a bigot," she scoffed, but trying not to be too mean on her innocent sibling.

"Seriously, Persi! What do I do?" Elliot whined, "Tell meeee!.."

"Alright, alright! Stop crying...Well. Do you wanna wrestle for real or do you wanna like they do on TV?" she asked.

"There's a difference?"

"Oh my god- yes! Absolutely!" she exclaimed.

"What's the difference? D-Don't show me!.."

"Uh, Reiner did competition wrestling for a while...And that's like sumo where you're trying to make him tap out or go outside the circle. The one on TV, which is fake, by the way, is a lot more slamming and jump moves and got some interesting drama," she said with a smile.

"Who's cuter?" Elliot asked innocently.

"What's your thing? Like why do you wanna wrestle Harlan?"

"He's..big..?"

"Not enough! I like Reiner and he's big. Do you like being held or do you like bonding with him or something like that? You understand that these are contact sports, right?" she folded her arms.

"Oh...ew."

"Why ew?"

"Because my friends and I don't play contact sports."

"Well then you're just gonna have to be different. Teach them and see if they like it."

"Again, I only wanna do it with Harlan."

"Stop dancing around why you like Harlan so much and just tell me."

"Uhh...cus..I-I'm not supposed to. He's our cousin. You can't have a crush on family."

"He's not our family technically...not blood anyway."

"What?"

"That's why I'm not completely grossed out. See, you're old enough now so I can tell you."

"What? That I'm adopted?"

"Harlan is, actually..."

"Wait...really?"

"Well, technically. Harlan has a mommy, but she couldn't take care of him, so Uncle Felix and Uncle Shane adopted him."

"Whoaa...but is it still wrong?"

"Yes, because he's too old. He's got 10 years on you, easily."

"Well can I still tell him how I feel?"

"Absolutely! He’ll still probably answer more of your questions, too."

Elliot was finally able to relax, pushing his hair back from his forehead and let it flop back down. Persi started to pick up her book and opened it to try and find where she left off. He watched her, sucking his teeth, causing her to flip the book and inhale sharply, widening her eyes at him. "Teach me to wrestle!" he whined, "And stop hurting my arm! C'mon! We fly back to the states tomorrow and I wanna try it with him."

"Ugh! Fine!" Persi said, moving her book and getting on her knees, "Get up, just like this." 

Elliot moves as his sister puts her hair in a ponytail, "Alright! What do I do?" he asks, taking a heavy huff to prepare himself.

"Mentally prepare yourself to be grabbed...Physics dictates that your lower torso is the center of gravity so he's gonna grab your torso to get you off your feet and knock you on your ass."

"Ew-OWwwaah!" he exclaimed at Persi slamming her palm into his forehead, followed by her bonking him on the top.

"Stop. Saying. Ew. Open your knees and brace yourself," Persi said.

"H-How else do I prepare?" he asked, his shoulders still wound up. She puts her hands on his shoulders, trying to roll them.

"You've gotta loosen up. You can think clearer if your muscles aren't tense...What did it for you? With Harlan?" she asked, showing him to shake out his nerves.

"Arms...I-wow!...I like-yeah- I like his arms,” Elliot surprised himself with how automatic the response flew from his lips, then realizing how his heart felt to say it. 

“That’s normal. And yeah he’s got nice arms, makes his hugs feel like you can trust him,” Persi said. 

“When do you not trust a hug?” Elliot asked with a raised eyebrow.

“If you’ve been heartbroken, you’re me, or their energy is wayy off. Now, when I approach you I’ll try and go easy but I want you to try push back and pin me to the ground,” Persi explained, making sure to lock eyes with her brother, and get herself in position to tackle him with a small expectation he’d go down like he always does, “Ready? It’s gonna happen fast.” She recieves a nod, but just before he pushes her shoulders a little.

“Hey..uhh Persi?” he asked nervously.

“Hm? What?” she asked, popping her head up.

“I’d trust a hug from you, Persephone, too! Also, uh, thanks for not being whole jerk...” he admitted with a little smile. 

Persephone looked at the boy and grimaced, but Persi felt like she might well up with tears because she really didn’t think she was a good sister, let alone he could trust with Persephone and everything, but she figures they should since their circumstances are unique.

[One Week Later]

“So...how was England?” Harlan asked, sitting on the couch, leaning back and flipping through something to watch as he settled into the easiest $200 he’s ever made. Persi had to go to work for the night and since her parents didn’t know when she’d be back (or if she was coming back that night), Harlan could use the down time and the money for when he went back to school after summer break.

“It was cool as usual, my mom, dad, and Otosan went out more by themselves so Persi and I got to hang out,” he started, watching the other’s sweatshirt-clad arms rest by his head, while he chose something to watch, settling by adjusting his hips into the couch. For the first time, Elliot was sweating, and not because it was too hot or because he rarely got in trouble, but because of the boy’s dark brown hair lazily gelled on top into a neat quiff, the soft curve of his body molded into the couch, making his sweatshirt ride up a little, “Uhh...how’s college?”

“UHm...I’m really busy. Was doing a lot of work and then I had a few projects. I like the library up there. The events are pretty fun. I was a little surprised freshman year but they don’t..do much for sophomores,” he said, looking at him with a sigh then furrowed his brows when he saw Elliot, “You okay? You feeling alright?”

“I think I like boys...” Elliot says, not realizing how quickly he jumped into the topic, “But I-I’m new a-and...Persi said for me to ask you for some advice.”

Harlan tried to understand what he was saying and sat up a little more, “Elliot...you know I’m too old for you, right?...I didn’t mean to make you feel nervous or uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, I know...but uhh..you made me realize it, so in a way you’re responsible  for making me like this,” Elliot started, getting a little more comfortable and uncrossing his arms, slinking into the couch with him.

“Oh, am I really?..What’d I do?” Harlan chuckled lightly, tilting his head up and shaking his head a little in disbelief.

“I learned how to wrestle because I wanted to wrestle with you. Also, I sorta learned how homophobic it was to say ew all the time.”

“Ahh...so your sister is a good influence on you...” he said with a nod, smiling still to keep from spilling over with a giggle, he wiped his mouth and scratched his little hairs growing along his jawline just clustered enough to say he was trying to grow a beard. 

“Yeah well, sometimes she’s good. I just wish sometimes was a little more often, but she’s still my sister and I love’r!” Elliot says pridefully, then backing up a little when Harlan looks at him, “Uhh..uhm yeah, she said this means I’m starting to go through puberty, but I gotta ask my dads about it.”

“Well I’ll tell you right now, it sucks, like pojke gör det jävla suger...enjoy being young, Elliot. Revel in that innocence for as long as you can...but if I heard you correctly, you said you wanted to wrestle me?” Harlan caught him before he wavered off and downplayed his gesture. 

“Uhh y-yeah, but I just wanted to learn because I like how...uhh..strong you are~ and uhh it feels really nice to get hugs from you,” Elliot continued, not expecting him to pick up on it, his sweat getting a little worse as he struggled to look the boy in the eye that was staring him down. 

“Bluush! Är du inte en söt?~..There’s nothing good on anyway..so get up, lemme see what you got! I’ll go easy on you as long as you’re not weird about it, okay?” Harlan mentioned as he sat up, slapping the boy’s knee as he got up.

“Uhh I’ll-I’ll try..maybe we should have a code word for if it’s too much?” Elliot asked, slowly getting up as he felt like he was about to throw up, but he could practically imagine living in the boy’s arms. Harlan rolling his sleeves up and standing over him just caused his knees to weaken just a little more. He didn’t remember him being this big, or brawny, or smelling so good.

“HOw aboouutt...hm..what’s your favourite colour?” he asked, taking in the boy’s obvious hesitation at approaching him.

“Black,” he answered quickly.

Harlan rolled his eyes at his selection and shook his head, then asking again, “What’s your second favourite colour?”

“Why doesn’t black work?” he quickly asked back.

“Too many hard consonants. If you can’t breathe, you can’t get your lips together to create blah noise and the ack is just gonna sound like you straining against me. Pick another colour,” he quickly explained as he tried to fashion a ring out of some pillows and throws.

“Oh. Orange then. I like how it sounds! OORRaannnggggEEE....”Elliot added, which made Harlan giggle and nod, shuffling over towards the circle in the middle of the room, “Oh hey can you just talk to me about how this whole puberty thing goes? I really don’t feel all that jazzed about asking my parents..I’m their baby and all..”

“Maybe later, cus I wanna talk to them first to make sure it’s okay. Especially since you have this little crush on me, men jag berättar inte för dem om det...” Harlan said shaking out his limbs and getting on his knees while he rolled his neck, “That’ll be just between us boys.”

Elliot got a wave of excitement and anxiety, a little frustrated that he spoke in Swedish over whatever the last part of the sentence was, but he thinks he’s not gonna tell his parents. It made him wonder, but it also made him worry. Was he just not going to tell them right away? Was Persi onto something about Harlan being a perv? His head was swirling and he was both scared and confused, which Persi told him he needed to clear his head before he engaged in a fight or any sort of activity like this. “Yeah..uhh yeah..sure..” He awkwardly gets on his knees and stares at Harlan before thinking of something that might calm him down, “H-Hey, Harlan?”

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Uhh before we start..c-c..would it be too much to ask for a hug?” he asked, shy and timid and feeling the full weight of his question despite what he’d just explained. 

“Sure. Anytime. Never saw harm in a hug,” he says brightly and pulls his forearms in as he embraces him. It was so surreal to think that Elliot looked to him as such an influence. Elliot squeezed against the boy and sighed a huge deep sigh, allowing his body to relax into his. Harlan rubbed his back a little, feeling him relax, giving him a soft kiss on the top of his head before giving him a playful shove, “Alright, now come on, cuz! Ge mig allt du har!“

[hikarimainblog]

Being a Half-Japanese girl in American schools and other stuff (from Elementary to High school.)

Here's a bit of insight on my life. Most people don't know this, but during the majority of my childhood, I was a girly girl. I'm talking most of my clothes were bright colors with sunflowers and Hello Kitty on the front of shirts and dresses. I liked My Little Pony, Barbie dolls, Bratz dolls, ect. My favorite music was Hannah Montanna and Taylor Swift. This went on until I was about ten years old before I eventually shifted gears into my permanent nerd phase.

Around that time, my older brother introduced me to the wonders of Video Games and gaming consoles such as the classic Gamecube, the original Xbox, Nintendo DS, Halo Combat Evolved, Smash Super Mario Bros. Melee, and all that jazz. He also introduced me to Star Wars, Star Trek and Anime. (I'm talking classic Toonami that came on every Saturday at 6:00 pm.) This was also when I started expressing myself more.

Then during my first year of middle school, I had a mental breakdown. For those of you who may already guess from my tagline, I'm of Japanese descent. A lot of kids at the first middle school I went to started bullying me because of this.(The classic overused stereotype with our eye shape, the stupid "how do you say f*ck,b*tch,etc in Japanese?" question, and "If you're Japanese, how come you don't look like one?"). A lot of people would keep harrassing me to do their social studies homework for them when we were learning about World War 2, and a few people went as far as to call me a "Jap" and throw rocks at me, and tell me to "go back to Japan" and "your family should have died out in the war and stayed in the interment camps." It got bad to the point where I had an identity crisis and was losing my grip on reality. Luckily, I managed to snap out of it and got transferred to another middle school after that.

So here's where I got into my nerd phase big time. The school library had art books, and comics of everykind. Marvel, DC, Graphic novels of movies, and manga. There was also a lot of books about World War 2 in the history section that I loved the heck out of. If you knew me in middle school, you would know that I'm always found in the library with my nose buried in a world war 2 book or a How to Draw Manga book.

I started getting into Star Wars The Clone Wars a lot more, and then I got into Star Wars Rebels. It was also around this time I started listening to Anime music and Rock and Metal. I ditched all of my girly stuff and dove head first into more darker colors, band and anime shirts, or Fandom shirts.

It was my dream to become a manga creator. Unfortunately, my mom accused me of not paying attention to my school work and forced me to throw away all of my drawings, posters, art supplies, sketchbooks and art books in the trash. That was about four years worth of fanart thrown away by the one person who I thought wanted me to persue my dreams.

At another high school I went to, I mostly hung out by myself well into my sophomore year before I eventually discovered a group of kids who liked the same stuff as I did. In time, I started hanging out with them.

I still got bullied alot because of my Japanese heritage. Examples include the ones from the last few paragraphs.

Though I got a lot of positivity from people in high school. There were times other kids would come up to me and ask me if I've ever traveled to my ancestral homeland, or if I can teach them the little words I know. My favorite memory was when I dressed up as Sasha from Attack on Titan and a lot of people including teachers have said they liked my costume. Ome teacher asked me if I was a Jedi which I found hilarious.

This was also the re-awakening of my love to draw anime and manga. My dad helped me rebuild my art supplies and he bought me more anime merch. I started drawing again in school during my free time. I drew pictures for friends and teachers. Though it annoyed me greatly when people would ask me to draw something for them, and when I tell them my commission fees vary depending on what they want they look at me funny before walking away and calling me "greedy". Like, If I don't know you well enough or you have done something to me that causes me to not like you, I will not draw for free here! (I mostly do commissions to earn money to buy food or for school supplies just like other artists.)

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And that's all I have to say. Sorry if I ended on a cliff hanger, just way too much information, and a lot of it is some information I'd rather not share. Hahah

[fardell24b]

Quinn's Code - The Esteemsters Code - Conclusion

“Ok,” Corey said, leaning slightly away from Sandi.

Daria was still talking “...realize my actuality. Winning the fight against low self-esteem takes support... from teachers, from friends, and most of all, from family,”

“Is that loser still talking?” Corey asked. He was about to high-five his friend again, when Sandi glared at him. “Eep!” He leaned further away from Sandi, brushing against Stacy.

“And so, the one person I'd like to thank more than any other is my very own overachiever sister, Quinn Morgendorffer...”

Quinn was aghast. “Overachiever!” she exclamed. At Kristen's look she added. “Overachiever! She's the one with the Straight A's! I have at best a B+ average,” she said, with a hint of jealousy.

“Maybe it's the extracurriculars?” Cindy asked.

“That would look like overachieving if she doesn't have any,” Kristen said.

“I'm not sure,” Quinn said.

“Quinn has forgotten more about self-esteem than I'll ever know. Are you out there, sis? Stand up and let me thank you,” Daria said, smirking.

“She just wants to embarrass me,” Quinn said.

“I guess,” Cindy said.

“Obviously,” Kristen said.

“That moussy brain is Quinn's sister?” Corey asked, mostly to himself. 'How is it that they're nothing alike in personality?' he wondered.

With a calculating look in her eyes, Sandi said, “Yes, there is like, too much of a resemblance for it to be otherwise.”

“Yeah,” Corey said.

“Not only is Quinn a geek, she is also a brain!” Sandi said. 'And so the seed is, like planted,' she thought.

Stacy observed the conversation between Sandi and Corey with trepidation. 'She can be so manipulative!, she thought.

Daria soon finished.

Ms. Li took the podium “Thank you, Ms. Morgendorffer for that inspirational speech. Now remember single file when exiting the auditorium.”

Quinn walked to Andrea's thinking about Daria embarrassing her during the assembly. She and Daria were always at each other's throats, sometimes literally. 'She is a misanthropic jerk! And I am sure that she think's of me in similar terms. At least we aren't like Mom and Aunt Rita,' she thought.

As she approached the creepy house she saw that Andrea was waiting for her. She looked at her watch. It read 4:04 pm. 'Punctuality not found,' she thought as she came up to the front of the Hecuba's property.

“You're late,” Andrea said pointedly.

“I thought I would walk. I needed time to think what happened during assembly,” Quinn said.

“If I had a sibling and they embarrassed me like that, I wouldn't talk to them for quite a while,” Andrea said, as she lead the way inside.

'You don't know Daria.'

Helen stopped the SUV in front of the Hecuba's house. “That's the house where she has been spending her afternoons?” Jake asked.

“Yes Jake, wait here, then we're going to the UFO convention,” Helen said as she got out.

'Oh my, no wonder Quinn said that this place is creepy,' she thought as she walked up the path. She hoped that creepiness did not extend to the people who lived there.

“You get a B+ for Perl,” Andrea said to Quinn.

“Cool!” Quinn said.

There was a few knocks on the bedroom door and Andrea's mother could be heard saying “Andrea, Quinn's mother is here to pick her up.”

“Let her in,” Andrea said tersely.

A few moments later Helen opened the door. “Oh my, this is worse than Daria's room,” she said, taking in the dark décor.

Andrea raised an eyebrow 'I guess Daria may be a closet Goth,' she thought.

“Mo-om, why are you picking me up?” Quinn asked.

“We are going to visit the UFO convention tonight,” Helen said.

Quinn sighed, as she shut her laptop. “It was Daria's idea, wasn't it,”

“Yes, to celebrate her getting out of the self-esteem class early,” Helen said.

“Mom, she used her speech to embarrass me,” Quinn said.

“That's nothing new.”

“She called me an overachiever!”

Andrea backed off, not wishing to get caught up in the Morgendorffer family's drama. 'I have enough of that with my own family,' she thought.

“Quinn, she may have straight A's but she doesn't have any extracurricular activities,” Helen said.

“I suppose,” Quinn said, thinking.

Andrea cleared her throat.

“Oh! Sorry for this family discussion in your room...” Helen said, pausing, not sure of Andrea's name.

“Andrea.”

“Would you like to come over to our place to test Quinn next week?” Helen asked.

“I will think about it,” Andrea said.

“Right,” Helen said.

“Bye, Andrea,” Quinn said.

10 minutes later the Morgendorffers had arrived at the UFO convention.

'This is so weird!” Quinn thought after they checked in. A lot of the exhibits exuded a creepiness at a similar level to that of Andrea's house. Of course some of them were even creepier.

“Let's go get our picture taken with the cardboard alien,” Daria suggested. She lead Helen and Jake towards the cardboard alien in question.

“Uh... sure, honey. Whatever you want,” Jake said.

'I don't particularly want to have my picture taken with a creepy looking cardboard alien,' Quinn thought as she stayed where she was.

“Quinn?” Helen asked.

“I'll wait here,” Quinn said.

“OK, We'll be right back,” Jake said.

Quinn looked around, for a few seconds before someone walked up to her.

“Hi! I'm Artie. You're cool,” he said.

That was the last straw... “Mom! Dad! You guys, wait up!” Quinn said. She then went after her 3 immediate family members. 'So this is how my first week in Lawndale ends?' she thought.

[omness-yamarik]

Yakuza 13 AU Epilogue 2: Ava and Ira

Summary: Approximately 16 years after Xehanort’s death, Zexion and Aqua’s children don’t always get along.

Word Count: 1945

   Ava and Ira were the kind of siblings who got along by not getting along. They constantly squabbled, complained about each other regularly to their individual friends, frequently told each other they hated each other, and if they got wind of anyone talking smack about the other, they would hunt said person down and use certain skills their mom hadn’t approved of them learning from their aunts and uncles. After all, they had to live with each other. Based on that, they had earned the right to not get along. Anyone else who intruded on that needed to be taught a lesson.

    Aqua sometimes worried about how often their kids fought, but in one of the few moments where Zexion actually mentioned his childhood, he said he too had found his sister insufferable. Some siblings just didn’t get along. Ira and Ava were like that.

    But at times, the two kids, teenagers now, took things a bit far. Like the time when Ava brought an air horn to Ira’s orchestra concert. Or when Ira retaliated by getting his uncle Vanitas to teach him to make slime so he could cover Ava’s bed with it. Or any time their parents ended up getting involved. One of the few things Ava and Ira could agree on was that their parents were formidable. Particularly their mom. She didn’t get mad very often, but when she did, even their dad felt it best to lay low for a while. Plus her cooking was pretty deadly.

    Still, their family was a happy one. Mostly.

    Ira stabbed at his mashed potatoes. Ava was doing that thing again. That one where she reported his every single shortcoming to their parents. If he got an A- on a test rather than A+, Ava would be quick to tell on him. If he tripped and fell during PE, who would rush home to tell dad right away? Ava. And when cousin Invi let him try out her slingshot at school and he accidentally hit the principal’s sports car with a grape, tattling on him to their parents would be the highlight of Ava’s day. It certainly seemed to be the case now.

    “Well I’m sure your brother didn’t mean to,” Aqua said.

    “Maybe not, but since the window was open it ended up on the inside of the car. And it spattered all over!” Ava said. The infuriating part of this all, for Ira at least, was that he had no way to retaliate in kind. Ava was practically perfect. Polite to all teachers, perfect grades, graceful, never failed at anything she tried, never made mistakes; the only way Ira ever had anything to report on Ava was if he engineered it himself, and there was no way he wouldn’t get caught. He’d tried. Her only fault was her rotten personality, and even that was only towards him. Talk about unfair.

    “Ira, are you going to eat your potatoes, or are you just planning to maim them?” Zexion asked. Grumpily, Ira took a bite of his potatoes.

    “Plus, yesterday Ira forgot his music for orchestra. And he always talks about being a big-time musician someday.” Ava laughed.

    “I had it all memorized, so it was fine,” Ira snapped back. And then it occurred to him. The one thing that would get her to shut up. “But anyway, Ava, when are you planning on introducing your boyfriend to mom and dad?”

    If Ava had turned any paler, she would have become see-through. Got her.

    The thudding sound was Ira’s first clue that maybe he had gone a little too far. The slapping sound of his mother face-palming was the next. After that, he didn’t need any clues, because he’d looked over at his dad and started to sweat because he had just done something terrible. Zexion’s eyes were ablaze and one hand still clenched the dinner knife he’d stabbed the table with. Ira knew without checking under the table that Zexion’s other hand was at its habitual place at his pocket, where back in the day he’d kept razor-edged wires that he used in fights.

    “What’s this about a boyfriend?” Zexion asked, his voice deadly calm.

    “Dad, I, uh-” Ava stammered.

    “I-i-it was a joke. Just a j-joke. L-l-like Ava has a b-b-boyf-friend. Haha,” Ira squeaked, knowing that he was going to get hell for this unless he straightened things out.

    “Was it?” Zexion asked, his attention turning on Ira, who qualmed.

    “Uhhhhhh.”

    “Dear, Ava’s already 15 years old. It’s normal for her to start thinking about dating,” Aqua said mildly.

    “Thinking, yes. Not doing.”

    “Zexion,” Aqua sighed.

    “You didn’t start dating until you were 20.”

    “So, what, you’re going to make us the basis for when our children can date? Does that mean Ira’s going to have to wait until he’s 35?”

    “No, I just meant-”

    “You’re being overprotective again. Stop it.” Aqua’s word was final.

    While the conversation was over, Ira didn’t relax. He wasn’t out of the woods yet. Sure enough, his dad finished first and left the table, and his mom picked the topic back up again.

    “So, you have a boyfriend, Ava?” Aqua asked. Ava instantly turned on her brother.

    “Ira you little gremlin, you’re-”

    “That would be a yes then. Is it who I think it is?” Aqua continued her line of questioning.

    “Um, well, that is, uh-”

    “Oh come on. It’s not like we didn’t all see this coming,” Ira interrupted in spite of himself. “The two of you have practically been conjoined since elementary school.”

    “By that argument, you and Invi should be dating since the two of you are thick as thieves. Emphasis on the thieves, since you’re a couple of little troublemakers!” Ava snapped back.

    “Invi likes girls, and you know it! Pardon me if I haven’t succumbed to any raging hormones yet!”

    “Both of you, please stop before your father comes back in here to complain about the noise. You know he hates it when people start shouting,” Aqua said. She was completely unphased. “Ira, in the future I would advise you to think a bit more before speaking, as your father is quite excitable. Ava, I’ve told you before that your brother doesn’t need you to tell us his every move.”

    “But mo-om-” Ava whined.

    “No buts. If he really did something wrong or was in trouble he can tell us himself. Furthermore, if you have a boyfriend, you really ought to tell us. Better for us to find out right at the beginning than for it to be revealed suddenly in a way that is rather inconvenient for you. I mean, imagine if your Uncle Demyx saw you with your boyfriend and called everyone over to spectate. Or- or something like that. Point is, be careful what secrets you choose to keep, okay?” Aqua blushed a little as she gave her suspiciously detailed example.

    “Yes, mom,” Ava grumbled.

    “As for your father, I’ll talk to him. So go ahead and invite your boyfriend to dinner on Friday.”

    “But mom, Dad will kill him before he even gets through the front door!” Ira protested. If anything happened to his sister’s boyfriend, Ava would take it out on him in spades.

    “No he won’t. Like I said, I’ll talk to him. Now, try not to fight too much as you finish your dinners,” Aqua said as she stood up and cleared her place at the table. She paused to sigh over the new scar in the table from the dinner knife, but then she was gone, leaving just an irate Ava and an apologetic Ira.

    “Look, Ava, sorry, I-”

    “Save it,” Ava snapped. She shoveled the rest of her food down, still managing to look as dainty as always, and then she too was gone, leaving Ira to wonder if maybe he could get one of his uncles to help him move to Antarctica. Or maybe another planet, just to be safe.

    Friday night came and an air of unease fell over the house. Ira wouldn’t come out of his room, he was that scared. Ava was by the door, pacing and trying to keep a lookout for her boyfriend while also trying to keep an eye on her dad. Zexion might have appeared to be reading, except that he was scowling at the book in his hand as if trying to urge it to combust, and had not turned a page since he’d picked the book up almost half an hour previously. The only person who seemed unaffected by it all was Aqua, who hadn’t had work and had spent the day cleaning the house and humming along to the music playing through her earbuds.

    And then the doorbell rang.

    Ava sprang for the door. Zexion slammed the book shut, a behavior he never tolerated, and got to his feet with a glint in his eye that spelled trouble. He’d spent the previous evening talking to Eraqus about speeches one gave to one’s daughter’s boyfriend, and was well-prepared. Back in his room, Ira cowered underneath a blanket.

    “Gula! Hey!” Ava greeted slightly breathlessly.

    Zexion froze, uncertain.

    “Oh, is he here already?” Aqua asked. “Come on in, Gula. I was really glad to hear you two are finally dating. I was worried the you and Ava were going to be like your parents. I don’t think any of us ever understood why it took Sora and Kairi so long to get together.”

    “Mom! Stop that! It’s embarrassing!” Ava cried.

    Zexion was still frozen.

    “Well according to my dad, he kept getting interrupted whenever he tried to ask her out, but according to my mom, he was just super dense about it and then he chickened out too easily so she had to ask him,” Gula responded, shrugging.

    “Both sound pretty likely,” Aqua laughed.

    “Uh, mom,” Ava whispered, and jerked her head at Zexion, who still was in a state of suspended animation.

    “Dear, did I forget to mention that Ava’s boyfriend is Gula?” Aqua asked a little too innocently. Zexion finally moved, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

    “You think this is funny, don’t you?” he asked sourly.

    “Uh-huh,” Aqua said.

    “Hmph.”

    “Don’t be like that,”Aqua chided. “Here, I’ll help you make dinner to apologize.”

    “Why don’t you get Ira to come out of his room and help me instead,” Zexion sighed. “We want the results to be edible, right?”

    As both parents left the room, Gula swallowed nervously.

    “Uh, what just happened?” he asked.

    “My mom has a twisted sense of humor sometimes,” Ava replied.

    “Oh, okay,” Gula said, accepting that he wasn’t going to get any more explanation than that. But really, didn’t he deserve to know why his life had flashed before his eyes when he’d entered the room?

    But it wasn’t like Ava really could explain what had just happened. She didn’t quite understand that, as Sora’s son, Gula held a special place in the hearts of the Yakuza 13, and as such, was one of the few people who would ever be able to actually be considered an acceptable match for Ava in her father’s eyes. She also was still trying to process the way her mom had just gotten away with trolling her dad so supremely. She knew they were in love, but to think it was to that extent was unbelievable to the girl, and to pretty much everyone, really.

    All Ava knew for sure was that she supposed she would forgive Ira for this one. Mostly, anyway. She was still going to sprinkle a little salt on his toothbrush later, just for good measure. After all, she couldn’t let the pranks uncle Vanitas had taught her go to waste, now could she?

[aint-ships-a-wonder]

22, 29, andddd 40 😊

22: Talk about your worst fear.

Ooooof my worst fear? having a marriage like my parents’ or becoming a failure.

My parents’ marriage is mentally abusive on both sides and my siblings and I have been dealing with a ton of stuff since birth, pretty much.

I don’t EVER want a s/o like my dad in the sense that they smother me, telling me what to wear, putting me down when i dissatisfy them, that kind of thing. especially if they do the things they accuse me of doing. 

but i also don’t want a s/o like my mother, one that’s controlling and goes through my phone “just for fun” and constantly accuses me of things i would never do: cheating, lying, etc.

they’re both politically conservative, i.e. transphobic, homophobic and just really close-minded. i dont need that either

They both have amazing qualities, don’t get me wrong. My mom is more loyal than anyone I’ve ever seen and manages to put us before her when it’s necessary, and even when it’s not. She listens and gives good advice, and she usually means well.

my dad is pretty fun, carefree and about as extroverted as it gets. he’s really protective and chill, even going as far as casually meeting and talking to the couple boyfriends that i’ve had in the past (they were both for less than two months lmao it just kinda happened when they came to the door to pick me up)

and god, im one of the first of my generation in my family to go to college(not overall but in like my age group) and i want everyone’s expectations to be met and exceeded so like im terrified of letting them down.

29: Talk about what turns you on.

oh honey ummmm idek

@rockstardolan ‘s webcam girl/boy and scary love series. theyre both really hot and hit my kinks ngl

any time Ethan does anything tbh

(this is so weird i’ve never really thought about it)

seeing someone show off their intelligence(not the annoying I-know-more-than-the-teacher kinda way, like the way where they’re unexpectedly spouting something that challenges your own thinking process)

thiccccc people (usually girls)

hot people that are adorably insecure lemme make out with your face real qui-

im trying really hard and im just oming up with random stuff lmao idek im so bad at this im sorry

40: Talk about the end of something in your life.

the end of something in my life?

I guess i’ll talk about my loss of blind trust in my parents, specifically my dad (does this mean I have daddy issues? idek lmao but anyways) I’ll talk about the beginning of it first cause the timeline kinda jumps around( warning: its kinda really long and personal if ya dont wanna read just keep scrolling)

I was in second grade and my parents were separated. My mom and i lived with her cousin and his wife, and my dad lived with his brother and his friends. idk what happened to our house during that time but ANYWAYS. I remember going back and forth a lot and my dad picking me up on weekends and working on homework in my mom’s cousin’s kitchen. One day, we were invited to a party in what used to be a salon for parties (now its a episcopal church or something idk) and i rememberseeing my dad yelling at my mom and my mom crying her eyes out. he was looming over her and she just sat there, her head on the table and i could hear her crying from a table i was hiding under. my dad was super pissed off but i remember my mom’s uncle was threatening to call the cops and fight him outside if he didnt leave my mom alone. and he did. he left and told her it wasnt over.

the next part came when i was in about… sixth grade? my parents were back together and all i remember about that day was seeing my mom crying and hugging her, and she started blurting all these things out when i started defending my dad’s actions cause i used to be his #1 fan, regardless of the yelling i’d seen before. She told me about him cheating, about his realllly questionable decisions and about how he was completely different now than when they dated, how different he was from his brothers (they’re all fiscally responsible family men that absolutely adore their wives, I’ve seen them and it makes me really envious of their kids). I listened and i couldnt believe it. MY dad? the one that i spent so much time with and that i tried to be like in terms of personality? no way.

then last year he was arrested and was being held in a cell until my mom bailed him out and paid the fine with the savings she’d had to naturalize her parents and brother, which was around 10 grand. he’s still going to court rn.

this was the LAST fucking straw. I was the one to convince my mom to keep him out of the house (she kicked him out) until about Thanksgiving. I made it pretty clear i couldnt stand him and i still hate him for doing what he did. that will never change. 

but throughout my life i’ve seen some of the most toxic behaviors in marriages from my dad. he tells my mom what to wear, and how dare she talk to people of the kind with an excess of testosterone? he calls her and keeps tabs on her during lunch breaks and such and just… there’s a lot of shit.

but yeah, i lost faith in my parents, cause my mom was trying to keep it a secret from me. the only reason i know what happened last year was because i was the one that answered the call that we got at around 11pm on a Saturday telling us that my dad got arrested. 

she lied so easily to my siblings and i just… couldn’t really trust her fully after that. and dont even get me started on the bullshit my dad’s pulled. i constantly have arguments with my mother about why i dont need a husband or to get married or give birth, apparently the things that truly transform me into a woman and true member of the church; and with my dad about how he doesnt own my body or why guns arent exactly things that should just be lying around without proper legislature to keep everyone safe. Parkland didnt do anything to my dad, he just sad : this is why i want to get you a gun. 

i have decent relationships with them on the good days, but i’ll never trust them the way i used to.

[zukalations]

Especial Time: As You Like It - Rei Makoto and Senna Ayase

This invitation talk feature was published in the May 2017 GRAPH issue. Rei and Senna were in TMS at the same time (one class apart) and this took place shortly after Senna became the new Top Musume of Flower Troupe, so they talk a lot about those things.

Especial Time: As You Like It - Rei Makoto and Senna Ayase

Rei: As soon as they gave me this feature, I immediately decided 'Senna-san!' Senna: Oh~?! Really? I'm so happy~ Rei: Since you were one class ahead of me and head of the student representatives, when I was in TMS you helped me out all the time, but once we joined the company we were in different troupes so we haven't had many chances to talk... Senna: That's true. Rei: Personally I really admire Senna-san's onstage performances, so I thought I'd like to talk about that as well as our time in TMS. Senna: Wah~ I was so delighted when I heard that you picked me! I also admire Kocchan (Rei), if you don't mind me saying, and I make it a rule to go see Kocchan's shows...but I shouldn't get ahead of myself when we've only just started (laughs) I'll try to take it easier (laughs) Rei: (laughs) Ever since I joined TMS I thought Senna-san was a really special honkasei! Senna: No way, totally not~ Rei: Somehow, you were wonderful at the arts, of course, but also a really powerful personality. Honkasei in general are really scary, right. And Senna-san was bth beautiful and frightening. It was like you could gaze right through people. Both: (laugh) Rei: But you wouldn't just blow up without accepting any explanation. You'd always listen to what I had to say. (In soft voice) 'So, why did you do that?' you'd say. Senna: Ahaha! Was that what I was like~ Rei: In the second half of my yokasei year I became the class representative, so you began helping me out even more. When I got back to the dorms you would answer all my questions until late at night... That was really such a big help to me. Senna: Don't menion it (laughs). But actually, I think I must have had a pretty hard time in TMS. I don't really remember much (laughs). I'm not really a leader type in the first place, so I pushed myself uselesly sometimes. Rei: Oh, really? Senna: And it was unpleasant to have to get angry with people. But I do remember that I didn't like the idea of getting angry with someone without asking why. I had my own stubborn logic about it. Rei: It's a yokasei's role to just take it when someone blows up at her, but despite that, if one of us messed up, say, you'd listen to their explanations and then give your own opinion. Once I ended up in charge of keeping people in line, the one thing I wanted to avoid was making you angry, so I would always seriously lecture my classmates 'Listen! Just don't get Senna-san angry!' over and over. 'When Senna-san gets angry it's no laughing matter!' I'd say. Senna:  No way, what's with that~ (laughs) Rei: And then, since yokasei are tasked with helping to run the sound, we were able to go along to the honkasei's events, so I had the opportunity to watch Senna-san rehearse as I did the audio. You were so ahead of the crowd in both singing and dance, so I thought 'I want to learn from her sensibilities even if it's just the tiniest bit!' But since yokasei aren't allowed to consult with honkasei about technique at all... Senna: That's right. You couldn't talk about that, not a bit. Rei: Therefore I was really serious about learning by watching you. Senna: From me? Honestly~ Rei: And then there was that 'telephone incident' - I'll never forget that! Senna: Telephone incident? What? I don't remember~ (laughs) Rei: It was when everyone in Senna-san's class had graduated and my class had become honkasei. You know how they would tell us if there was something we didn't understand to ask someone in the class ahead? Senna: Right, they did. Rei: Since I had a lot of duties I'd call you often about those things, but one day, I messed up in acting class so badly that the teacher told me 'Get out of my classroom!' - they were furious. They said 'Don't ever come back!', and I really wasn't allowed in to the next class. So, I didn't have any idea what to do, and after asking Senna-san about my duties as usual I was like 'Um, this is a totally personal matter, but is it okay if I ask for advice?' and that was the first time I asked you about anything personal. Even though you were in your debut show and the head of the class, so you were just su~per busy (laughs). Senna: Was that what happened? (laughs) Rei: When I did, you listened to my whole explanation and then said 'This is your only chance to learn from this teacher, so you need to get up your courage and confront them, and then a new path will open up,' such good advice! Senna: What kind of knowledge did I have to... Rei: No, it's thanks to you saying that that I was able to face up to it. I realized 'I can't run away here!' I was so glad I went to you. 'Of course Senna-san knows what to do,' I thought. Senna: I do feel like something along those lines happened. What was I doing, talking as if I knew everything (laughs). But see, since we weren't able to talk very frankly in TMS, I was happy you came to me for advice then. I was thinking 'I don't want things to stay that way now that I'm in the company.' And then you had your own debut, of course. In TMS I would hear gossip like 'It seems like she already has experience in musicals' or 'I heard she's really good at singing', but honkasei don't have any opportunities to see yokasei perform, so when I saw you in a show I was totally shocked. 'Wha- Wha- She's this amazing?!' Ever since I've seen every one of Kocchan's shows. Rei: I go see Flower Troupe every time as well. Senna: Since you're in Takarazuka too, even though I try to watch and learn when I go to shows, when it comes to Kocchan I really just want to watch, so I think I just end up going and enjoying myself. (laughs) When I see a show of yours, I can be assured that it'll go well, and that I'll be moved in a lot of different ways, but you always thrill me far and away above what I expected, so I enjoy it so much every time! The first one I remember is maybe Ocean's 11, when you played Mike. Rei: Ah~ Senna: You were a singer at the casino, and even though you were even younger than the 3 Angels you were singing with, you made me believe 'there's definitely an American like that!' And then recently in Om Shanti Om I was really inspired by the otokoyaku archetype (the villain) you played. Though you're an otokoyaku, Kocchan, I'm always really affected by your skills as an actress. Rei: You always say such kind things... Senna: After I see the show I'll always go to the green room and tell you how much I was moved before I head home (laughs) Rei: (laughs) Ah~ Honestly, you're saying to me exactly what I always thing about Senna-san. I love Flower Troupe's revues, and when I see, say, EXCITER!! or CONGA!! it gets me really energized. But when I think 'who's that really good performer', it's always Senna-san. What was that show called...Senna-san was the only musumeyaku dancing with all the otokoyaku... Senna: Was it 'Down Town Jazz' from Melodia? I was wearing a hat... Rei: That's it! That's the one. In that scene you had an attitude that wouldn't be lesser to the otokoyaku, and your look was just incredible. I was stunned by your sense of rhythm. (trying to copy Senna's moves) You gazed stage right, like this...are you following this, readers? (laughs) Senna: Ahaha (laughs) I like dancing to uptempo songs, but I thought 'I'm not going to be able to beat how cool the otokoyaku are' so I was going all out in the dance trying to do as much as I could. But then my dad came to see the show and he was like 'aren't you a bit off?' All out of nowhere he said 'Maybe you should dance more like Ranju (Tomu)-san.' (laughs) Rei: Wha~t!! Senna: 'The way Ranju-san moves is amazing. There's no wasted movement, and while she keeps her core firm she's also flexible as she's dancing. I think that's really cool,' he said. (laughs) Rei: Wow, da~d! (applauding) Senna: Ever since then, I'll dance with the mental image 'I'm Ranju-san!' (laughs) Though when Kocchan came I didn't have a good sense of how to 'be' Ranju-san yet... (laughs) I feel like that was around the second half of the Tokyo run, maybe. That's so presumptious of me though (laughs). Rei: But it's so cool that you'd make such a serious effort to do that!!

Rei: Once again, congratulations on becoming Top Musumeyaku! Senna: Thank you~ Rei: When that was announced, Kanae-chan (Sazanami Reira) suddenly rushed over and told me 'Kocchan!! It's Senna!!' And for a moment I didn't have any earthly clue what was going on. So when I asked 'Kanae-chan, would you mind explaining that a little more clearly?' she said 'It's Senna! She's becoming Top Musumeyaku!!' The moment I heard that I just fell over. Everyone around was like 'Woah~' and there was a huge fuss (laughs). The whole situation was incredible. Senna: (laughs) Rei: Oh, and, my mother is a fan of Senna-san too, so I thought 'I'd better let Mom know right away!' but at the exact same time I got a message from her saying 'Senna-san!' I was just so, so happy. Congratulations. Senna: You saying that makes me happier than anything else... Rei: So, how do you feel right now? Senna: Let me see... (laughs) Like how I feel 'she's so good!' when I go to see Kocchan in a show, I want to become a performer who makes people think that about me. Basically, I want to make the shows enjoyable, and my goal will always be for people to think 'It was worth going to see that' as they go home afterwards... I want to do my best. Sometimes people say 'You work really hard' or 'You must have put so much effort into that' but I do feel at times that I'm not really giving 100%... Rei: Oh, me too. Senna: I know that from now on I should stoically put in a bit more effort, but I don't know it's that I'm lazy or if I can't keep up a habit, but I'll get distracted from that a lot. I'll often regret it afterwards, like 'There, you see? You should have worked harder~' so I want to take this opportunity to start putting in even more effort...that's what I think. Rei: I also struggle with consistency in these things... Senna: You can't even manage to take supplements every morning? (laughs) Rei: I quit green juice after a week.* (laughs) Senna: What about food? Do you suddenly abandon something you used to eat all the time? Rei: I do! All of a sudden I can't eat it evem though I always would before! Senna: We've found something weird we have in common. (laughs)

Rei: Ever since we were yokasei I feel we've had similar experiences, so I can't hep but feel wordless reassurance from you and I've come to really trust you. Senna: It is a really close feeling, isn't it. Rei: Though I think we came to get along well, this is the first time we've been able to have such a relaxed talk. Senna: I'm so happy~ Because of this I hope we can become more dedicated people (laughs) Rei: We can't rely on just intuition! (laughs) Senna: But if you're just like 'work work work' your field of view will narrow, so don't you think it's best to use both steady effort and intuition?! Rei: That's right!! I'll aim for that! Ah~ I found a good goal today~ Senna: Please continue to motivate me! Rei: Since you're Top Musumeyaku now, you've become even more inaccessible, but I was able to talk to you so much - I'm really glad. It's such a shame I can't see the national tour**! Senna: (laughs) I'm so happy to perform beside Asumi-san, who has been my model and the object of my admiration, but I don't just want to rely on her but to use my own strength as well... Rei: Ah~ when it comes to your Grand Theatre debut...I'll go and just cry. Today, through having the opportunity to talk to a senior actress from a different troupe for so long, I feel like I can sense something like a new wind - this made me so happy! And then, I don't care about the circumstances at all, but (quietly) I've always dreamed of being able to sing with you... Senna: (quietly) Wah~ I want to sing with you too! Rei: I'll keep praying for that dream to come true (laughs). Thank you so much for today! Senna: Thank you so much!

* See Rei’s Breaktime My Way (from the previous month’s Kageki)

** Senna’s official debut as Top Musumeyaku was the 2017 tour of Romanesque Mask/EXCITER!! 

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 04.10.17 lb

wow, mishra still has a job. i thought khanna had taken over all of those duties. 

his face as she bitches about him.

“GAPPI AUR JHOOTA KISM KA INSAAN.” LMAO

dadi’s a terrible actor. truly terrible. 

LMAO LOOK AT HIS PRIDE AT DADI’S PRAISE. BUDDY, GRANDMAS AREN’T THE MOST OBJECTIVE OF PEOPLE.

“billu ke tante”

honestly, they should just change the name of the show to this.

i am mesmerized by all the faces he’s making. a work of art. 

HA! HA HA! PAKAD LIYAAAAAAAAAAAA

LOLOLOL TOO LATE. 

snorttttttttttttt. son, give uppp. absolutely no one here is convinced you’re talking to mishra. 

“it’s not fair on ME shivaay. shivaay.” 

what a fucking idiot. 

“hazaar nahi hai, shivaay is a rare name ok!!!!!!”

this idiot’s commitment to his plan lasted a whole hour. like, what a weakass loser. 

“inki PATELI mein aa gayi main.” 

anika’s on fire with her new vocabulary today. 

snort. bitching about the ring. 

USKE BAARE MEIN KUCH BHI BOLO, CHALEGA. RING KE BAARE MEIN MAT BOLO!!!!!! HE SPENT A WHOLE DAY ON IT. IT’S RING #69!!!! 

hehehehehehehe 69 😏😏😏😏

“iska toh time up ho gaya.” 

oh my heart why is she so beautiful and adorable and ughhhhhhhhhh she’s ruining my life shivaay how the fuck could you do this to her?!!? if she was my wife i wouldn’t let her leave my siiiiiiiiight. 

KAANCHO KA HRITHIK ROSHAN HAHAHAHAHA

lmaooooo she’s trading it for a dinner settttttttttttt

“jab dene waale ko emotion ki padi nahi hai, toh main kya emotion ka achchaar daaloongi?” 

preach!!!!! 

LOL DADI IS SUCH TRAITOR. zero value for khoon and khaandaan. 

his teeth clenching rage tho. 

omgggggggggg, he just legit climbed over the table. billu fucking hell, you’re the worsttttt at this.

“aapko bada pata hai iske baare mein.” 

shit’s getting serious. 

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand KNOCK OUT. straight to the fucking heart. 

fake wife who looks like the real wife is here. 

ugh om, how can you be so good at one relationship and so fucking crap at another???? can’t you just be shit at everything so i can haaaate you??

also, ouff, what even is your face. *kisses the screen* 

he hasn’t said a sherrrrr for a really long time though. 

ok i’m crying at the sher. fuck you ommmmmmmmmm. i’m trying to haaate you here! 

“can i get a hug??”

lol these two always have the most emotional hugs when rudra isn’t here. guess his position in the bromance is really clear now. 

yeahhhhh, sureeeee, bada aaya share karne waala. 

billu’s fooling absolutely NO ONE with his bs. like... golden kela for your efforts, son. 

LOL OF COURSE OM’S HERE TO DO BHAABI’S BIDDING. 

MY GOD DOES ANYONE EVEN LOVE SHIVAAY ANYMORE, OR DO THEY JUST CONSIDER HIM ANIKA’S HUSBAND AND TOLERATE HIM????

even though this is all for a purpose, i’m glad om is at least talking about his relationship and problems. 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOPS! 

“bitch, you are in soooooooooooooooo much trouble.”

[inside billu’s head]:

OM, EVEN “AMNESIAC” SHIVAAY REMEMBERS YOUR DAMN WIFE. TU BHI KABHI YAAD KARLE, BEHENCH....

god anika, such pissssss poooooor hiding job.

is anika in some kinda danger from tanya/tanya’s boss? like he seemed more spooked by the fact that tanya is also here, rather than just anika snooping. 

“tu kya kar raha hai, aur kyun kar raha hai, yeh sirf tu jaanta hai.” 

the tagline to the show “billu ke tante” 

“... teri wajah se, kisi ka dil toot raha hai.” 

ok, weeping like a bitch baby rn. the aniKara brotp is steadily climbing to be up there for me with shivRi. 

also lord, i can’t help but think of @nawaazishein‘s latest text post meme where it was like “is a wreck, gives others lifestyle advice.” OM THE FUCK YOU EVEN DOING WITH YOUR DAMN LIFE???? 

ok tanya’s dead eyed stare is creeping me out. she looks like if someone stole jankee’s soul and made her into a zombie. 

lol the oberois are suchhhhhh a big corporation and they still maintain PAPER records of accounts???? why do you not have a software that generates reports with the click of a button???? 

loving tej’s jazzzzzzy pink and blue files. 

OOOOOOOOOOOH KHOOOOOOOOOON 

tej’s gotten a creepyyyy invite to the mills tooooo. 

OMG A CASSETTE PLAYER. THAT’S THE MOST SHOCKING THING RN. WHERE THE FUCK EVEN DID SOMEONE GET ONE OF THOSE FROM?????

oh hoooooo, saare ke saaare buddhe mile hue hai. 

abhay’s making his shark waale moves on chashmish. 

“kyunki woh mera bhai hai. aur main apne bhaiyyon ke liye kuch bhi kar sakta hoon.” 

ok he’s deffffffffffinitely shivaay’s chota bhai. or something. 

oh shakti ji, you’ll need all the divine providence you can get.

yup. he’s gotten his fun little invite too! it’s a paaaaaaaaaarty! 

no srsly, this chotu shark singh oberoi is way better at business than the original and i really want him to take everything over already. he’s so well prepared and has all the paperwork all ready and shiz! 

lmao i knewwwwwww he’d fuck chashmish over in some way. after that exploding house stunt, i’d come to expect it. 

ooooh he kinda looks like my rare white-boy crush, jake gyllenhaal. *love for abhay intensifies*

PLEASE ABHAY, PLEASE BE GOOD AND NOT EVIL. COZ I LOVE YOU, YOU BABY BADASS. 

ooooooooooooh, is it a clue, that he spray painted an S??? is abhay an alias? does his real name start with S??? 

shankar? to keep with the lord shiva theme? 

murder party’s getting staaaaaaaaaaaaaarted at the millllllls! 

god bless your faaaaaaaace. 

yeh shaayari bhi karta hai. my god, is he some kinda genetic hybrid/chimera of the three oBros? 

i mean rudra has no redeeming quality other than muscle tone, so... i guess that’s his contribution to the perfection that is abhay? 

i love how he calls om “ghalib” 

“tabaahi” seems to be abhay’s favourite word, and tbh i’m a little concerned. 

my favourite word is “snack”. because i love snacks. 

LMAO RUDRA HANDLING A LAND DEAL IS THE BIGGEST JOKE. EVER. LIKE I WOULD LITERALLY TRUST KHANNA TO GET WORK DONE BETTER THAN RUDRA. I WOULD TRUST SAHILLLLL TO GET WORK DONE BETTER THAN RUDRA. (sumo’s voice calling him “cryyyyy babyyyyy” echoing in my head.)

also, i didn’t even notice rudra was missing. i was just... relieved that he was leaving bhavya the fuck alone. 

GET A MOVE ON WITH THIS MILL WAALA RAAZ ALREADY.

each one of these 4 be thinking ‘it’s bad enough having to see these people in my own home, where i live, but to meet them outside too? ugh.’ 

is this kalyani mills raaz related to shivaay’s thing, or is that a whooooole different thing? ALSO ARE EITHER OF THESE THINGS RELATED TO THE WHOLE RAAZ DADI DIDN’T WANT ANIKA TO DISCOVER???? THERE’S TOO MANY FUCKING RAAZS HERE AND I’M CONFUSED. 

LET QUEEN SVETLANA BE BEHIND THIS!!!!!!!!

jhanvi’s defense of tej has me rolling my eyes but i am loving shakti’s defense of pinky. i just like supportive husbands ok??!??!

ok whaaaaaaaat did you awful fuckers doooooooooo??? 

OMG GAURIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII *jumps into screen and smothers my girl with hugs and kisses* 

oh she was in bareilly to look after MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

OH GOD GAURI YOU STUPID GIRL FUCK OMKARA. LIKE........... IN A NON SEXUAL WAY. FUCK HIM TO FUCKING FUCK, HE’S THE FUCKING WORST. 

LAAYAK?!?!?! PYAAR?!?!?! GIRL OUFFFFFF AKAL GHAAAS CHARRNE GAYI HAI KYA TUMHARI???????????????

jab jaate waqt nahi bataaya, toh aate waqt kyun bataa rahi ho??? 

typical desi husband/dad waala phone picking up: “hmmm?”

OMFG HE HUNG UP ON HER WHAT A RUDEASS BITCH I HATE HIMMMMMMMMMM

tumhaare “jhaanse” mein nahi phasne waala. omfg. die omkara. no really, just.... die. for a little bit. till i can stop being so mad. 

OMG BHAVYA’S ACTUALLY AT HER JOB. LOOK HOW PRODUCTIVE SHE’S BEING WHEN RUDRA ISN’T FUCKING UP HER LIFE

omg just taaaaaaaaaaaake the mithai bhavya. it’s fesitval season too. like... what even is dusshera/diwali without eating your own weight in kaaju katlis??? 

anti corruption???? rishwat??? this better not be some new shit rudra has put in her life. i wouldn’t put it past him to pull such crap. 

lmao why the fuck would she keep proof of her taking bribes in the files of her office?!!?!?!?

oh shit the mithaiiiii box is gonna have money.

ok literally who cares about this issue about bhavya??? there’s so many other plots that need resolving???? 

also, is this a sultan thing or.....???? 

mill incident happened 25 years ago. meaning shivaay was about 8, and om about 2 or 3. rudra and prinku were non existent. 

oh man, what a glorious-sounding time. take me back to then, so i can live in a world where there’s no rudra or prinku!!!!!!!!! 

interesting use of the word “tabaaahi”, pinky! hmmmmmm, who’s been using that word a lot lately???? 

ugh it’s just gonna be something lame like they set the mills on fire for insurance money coz they were in financial trouble or some shit. 

is this the same incident that tia’s dad was implicated in? i need to go back and investigate. 

kamaaal hai gauri, you told this punkass english teacher where you were going but no one in the house???? like, you could have just told dadi/jhanvi if you didn’t wanna bother shivika about it. 

ugh arjun no one wants your fucking love advice, you shady-hotel-visiting weirdo. 

OH GOD DON’T MAKE HER REHEARSE. 1. IT’S WEIRD AND PERSONAL. AND 2. OF COURSE OM IS GOING TO HEAR THIS AND HIS FUCKED UP BRAIN IS GOING TO FUCK IT UP FURTHER

UGH I CAN’T EVEN WATCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

while shivaay has the wholesome power of detecting wife’s presence, this creep has the superpower of super hearing. that he’s using to eavesdrop on his wife. 

gosh and he looks so creepy, like a fucking serial killer. jesus how can one man look so entirely different in two scenes???

GHINNNNNNNNNNN TOH MUJHE TUMPE AATI OMKARA YOU SUCKKKKKK OMG YOU SUCK MORE THAN WORK ON A WEEKEND AND THAT’S ONE OF THE SUCKIEST THINGS EVER.

siiiiiiiiiiiiigh. as usual, yet another woman’s hasta-khelta, mostly perfect life has been ruined to the power of tiffany after coming in contact with the oberois. 

thank god sumo, mallika and tia got out when they could. 

i hope wherever she is, ragini is thanking her lucky stars. and that she’s married vikram. 

at least officer dad believes her. 

YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKES THIS CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. i genuinely got scared and screamed a little. 

ugh this hug is giving me michmichiiiii. get your filthyyyyy paws off my girl! 

but also, him struggling with both rage and having missed her and wanting to genuinely hug her. *sighhhhhh* oh omki. why are you so fuckeddd uppppp?????????????

OK THEY NEED TO STOP WITH THE JUMP SHOTS COZ I’M GENUINELY A LITTLE SCARED OF KUNAL RIGHT NOW 

ugh this fakeassssssssss bitchhhhhh i hate him sooooo much my godddddddd.

oh shit, don’t want your surpriseeeee. don’t wantttt. 

GOOD. END THE RELATIONSHIP. FREE HER ALREADY. I JUST WANT MY GIRL TO BE FREE OF YOUR SOUL-SUCKING, TOXIC PRESENCE. YOU’RE NOT EVEN WORTHY OF CHAATOFYING THE DHOOL OFF MY QUEEN’S FEET. YOU IRREDEEMABLE FUCKWIT OF THE FIRST ORDER. 

shivaay just can’t keep away from this “random strange woman who’s calling herself his wife”. 

oh god i’m fucking crying at her breakdown already, how am i going to watch it tomorrow???? 

ok, thank god he gave up the act and hugged her back. 

BUT OH NO, TANYA IS WATCHING AND HE’S ABOUT TO BREAK MY GIRL’S HEART AGAIN!!!!!11!!!!