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jontheketeld · 1 year ago

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The Porton Down Anomaly

First of all this is not anything to do with

SCP or some sort of cryptid

you trend following smh's

this is a real event

Porton Down is Britain's major research facility

in regards to viruses and chemicals

and their effects on the human body

here human testing is performed

including unwilling participants

i say "is performed" but in terms of the unwilling it's "was"

that kind of thing doesn't exactly fly nowadays

not even if the subjects are foreigners

the past is horrible, people

or that's the narrative anyway

now way back when

people were experimented on without their knowledge

one such subject

that was told he was there to find a cure for the common cold

you know that famously incurable ailment

the one that evolves faster than the planet's immune system

the one that famously any anti-virus would be more deadly

and this was common knowledge beforehand

you get the picture

so let's just say our subject today was not the brightest bulb

said subject was one of the human guinea pigs

along with others they were here to test various things

after some people died from the after effects of tests

the scientists were given a new safer level of 'stuff' to test

the scientists ignored the suggestion

they reduced the dosage somewhat but not enough

our subject was given a lethal dosage

previous tests showed that they sat comfortably in the fatal region

there was no question about it

this man was about to die

he wasn't the only one

several other people were given the same dosage

can't rely on one set of results for accurate tests

they all died

except our subject

well that's odd

maybe he has some sort of immunity to it

that's what the scientists thought at the time

he had shown the same symptoms as the others earlier on

it's possible his body was already built in a special way

a way that allowed his immune system to evolve to fight it

at a faster pace than the 'stuff' was able to deal damage

there was also a woman who had been pronounced dead

along with many other women

she had shocked the scientists by apparently coming back to life

she obviously hadn't died and had slipped into a coma momentarily

the odd thing is that these were scientists testing here

it's not like they're gonna make a mistake when testing vital signs

but a lot of people had died and maybe they got a little complacent

the person who checked the bodies was reprimanded

not because there might be living people they'd disposed of

but because his sloppy efforts might ruin the data

he did admit to getting used to routine and being lax

he pointed out less than a dozen others that he was lazy with

the morgue was asked if these people showed any life signs earlier

one individual showed signs of dying after the pronounced death

it was assumed they'd suffocated at some point later

considering what they were testing caused breathing troubles

that would make a lot of sense

but it was at this point that something stood out

all three had the same surname

"Rowan"

with some variance on the spelling

now the scientists thought that it's possible that they're related

maybe there's a hereditary reason they survived

two of the same name is a coincidence but three is curious

the woman was in no fit state to be talking

she'd survived but not unharmed

her language skills had been affected

she was hysterical from her ordeal

that's understandable

and she was also having trouble breathing

again they were testing things that affected breathing specifically

no surprises there

the man however though not in his best state was able to talk

and he revealed that

the man that had died in the morgue was his older relative

about the woman however he had no idea who they were

about this time info on other "Rowan"s they tested came in

they'd all survived but that wasn't surprising

these were from earlier tests using very safe doses

most had survived these tests in the test group

the Rowans along with random other test subjects

had survived with no lasting effects

of those in that category around 70% were Rowans

and there wasn't a single Rowan in those that had lasting problems

compared to other surnames it stood out like a sore thumb

there had to be a hereditary trait in that family line that was different

already however there was some doubt to that theory

if they had been taken from the same sample group

not everyone in the family is going to share the same surname

people get married after all

what if the other subjects that survived earlier are related

what if some that had lasting effects were related

what if some that died were related

the only real way to know was to investigate the Rowan subjects

maybe throw in those that had no lasting effects in for good measure

investigating the Rowans was hit with a major glitch at the start

you see the test were performed on two very separate groups

some were people local to the uk

but some were people from India

the name Rowan is middle-eastern in origin

so there were Rowans from each group

the not so dead woman was from India

and the man and his elder were from the UK

the Rowans of the previous test were a mixed bag of both

also they were of lots of different races

it was very unlikely they were related at all

some were people who got the name from marriage

some of those non-Rowans with no lasting effects

were in fact born as Rowans originally

interestingly however none of the ones with lasting effects

had ever been a Rowan

nor had the fatal tests had any dead Rowans as a result

even if you count those who were born with the name

but changed it later

there was something else that matched too

every one

the former and current Rowans from the previous tests

and the three other Rowans from the new tests

all had the same employment

they were farmers

it's not impossible thought the testers

samples were taken from rural areas

by chance these Rowans and former Rowans

might simply be people from farming backgrounds

they thought it weird that

they didn't get any from other sects of the community

no shopkeepers

there should have been at least some

shopkeepers made up a large percentage of the other subjects

large enough a percentage that

you would have expected some of these Rowans

to have that as an occupation

they all seemed to work the same group of farms

again that's not strange

take a sample from a specific area that's bound to happen

what's odd is that none of the other test subjects worked those farms

you'd think if they came from the same local area

some of these other test subjects would have worked there

especially since farmers made up a large portion of the group

what's going on

something's screwy here

there's a chance they're related and just have interracial couples

at least that was the theory for now

those hopes were dashed by the fact that some of the Rowans

were not even born as Rowans

some married into the name

but more oddly

most of these Rowans

were only Rowans

by deed poll

their lineages were completely and totally separate

they had no relation to each other at all

wait

but then

why were so many Rowans recovering so well from the tests

maybe since they all worked on the same farms

it has something to do with the workers' routine

maybe these farms had certain policies

certain practices the employees were performing

well that did turn out to be true at least

but there was a problem with that too

the non-Rowan subjects also followed similar practices

so that can't be the reason

the scientists started looking for any similarities among the Rowans

there were a lot

they all seemed to share similar ideologies

similar philosophies

similar beliefs

similar principals

mentally they were very alike

many even gave that as the reason for changing their surname

they felt like they belonged in the Rowan family

that they were different to other people

they felt at home around the Rowans

well that sounds like a cult

it might have been

they had strange ideas about animals

when they voiced them

these ideas seemed to annoy much of the staff

most of the scientists did not want to hear it

the things the Rowans said was not what science dictates

it would turn out later that science needed to be updated

somehow the Rowans knew things about animals

that would take scientists years to discover

the Rowans also worshipped a tree

i don't mean a figurative tree god or something like

they worshipped an actual real living tree

or more specifically or less depending on how you say it

not any one specific specimen

but a species

just one particular species

no other species

and not particular individuals of that species

any and all individual plants of one particular species

well scientists had seen something similar with animals before

or certain types of stone

but the tree thing was a new one

if not a cult it had to be some sort of faith or religion

it's not like this faith was too strict though

there were no places of worship

people didn't need to meet in groups

there weren't even any special words or symbols to represent it

it was just something everyone agreed to do

weird

what made things get even weirder

the test subjects with no lasting effects

many of them spoke about people praying to trees where they live

some had prayed themselves just out of novelty

some in times of desperation trying everything in a bad situation

most had never prayed to them at all

results were no different than anyone who prayed to things either

the scientists thought that maybe

the tree emitted a gas that affected their bodies

they'd seen that with other tree species

in those cases the tree gas just killed people though

not give them immunity to deadly substances

maybe over time

exposure strengthened the subjects against

the very stuff they were testing on the subjects

turned out that couldn't be true

many both Rowan and non-Rowan

had never even seen the species in person

they only knew it by word of mouth

some had even got the wrong species by mistake

but then when we asked about the prayers they made

a pattern started forming

regardless of who prayed

even if they didn't quite pray to the right thing

if they prayed for someone else's benefit

and that person they prayed for was a test subject

that test subject passed the tests in good health

and yes the woman and old man from the recent tests

had never been prayed about

there was also a test subject

that had been given a double dosage by mistake

he had died as a result

the test subject

had attempted tear down a tree

this tree matched the description

of the one everyone was praying to

it was blocking land development

and they victim hadn't interacted with the tree directly

he ordered its removal

other men attempted to remove it under his instruction

however they were chased away by locals

the odd thing is that the dosage was one of the safer doses

even doubling it shouldn't have killed the man outright

but it did

he should have survived with lingering health issues

at least that's what the data showed

based on the results of other tests

odd coincidence for him being the one to anger the tree cultists

maybe someone with a vendetta slipped something else in there

his death had been shocking to watch apparently

all the symptoms you'd expect but cranked up to 11

he died very quickly

his suffering wasn't worse than any of the other deaths

but it was much quicker

it looked more like it was a mercy killing

or someone just wanted him out of the way

as quick as humanly possible

his death was horrific to watch

but in reality not a bad way to go

other deaths people tend to see as more peaceful

the truth is they're worse

the subject is paralysed

so to the viewer it looks gentle

to the subject however it's a living hell

that's reality for ya

science tells us how it is

not what we think things should be

why the scientists felt the need

to go on this wild tangent

i don't know

sometimes you get weird results

sometimes you look too deeply into patterns and lose logic

there's a scientific explanation for everything

we just have to wait for science to catch up

humans are good at spotting patterns and trends

these trends often have logic to them

science itself has the reason for it

humanity does not

scientists test to find those causes

scientists don't know everything there is to know

maybe they never will

we have to put faith in the fact that

future generations will find the answer to this mystery

it's easy to believe in superstition

when scientists can't explain what's happening

patterns are noticed long before

the method by which they're made

becomes clear

a data anomaly such as this is just such an event

we have enough data to see a trend, a strong one

we don't have the right method to find out why

we stab at it with everything we know for sure

ultimately scientists just simply haven't found

all of the scientific discoveries

that are needed

to find the scientific reason

for the pattern they found in the tests

people can see the pattern and predict it

they might know what sets it in motion

but don't know the mechanics of it

they take a guess and maybe get somewhere close

then as most people do with such things

they fabricate the rest in a believable narrative

believable to some at least

their explanation seems plausible

given the science at the time

so some people start to believe it

when more scientific discoveries are made

the reason for the pattern becomes clear

people doubt it at first

they were grown up on their traditions after all

especially when science couldn't explain the pattern before

then

as people are able to test the new theory themselves

everybody understands in the end

the sun is not a ball of dung rolling across the sky

babies don't come from storks

we get these now but people used to believe in them for real

whatever made the Porton Down anomaly

we will understand in time

scientific discovery is consistent to that effect

#real world mystery #mystery #porton down

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ji-yaaan · 4 years ago

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Anonymous asked:

Hello! I like your blog and the little comments here and there makes me laugh at times hehe ^^ May I request headcanons for Vil, Leona, Mal, and Floyd reactions and what they'll do to reconcile w/ the reader after a very hearted argument to which Reader may have said "I hate you" before storming out. Would they wait for a bit? A few days or hours? Or would they be upfront with their apology immediately? Reader also apologizes at the end, crying slightly if that's okay. If you notice me, thanks!

°•°•𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞?•°•°•

HC's with: Leona, Vil, Floyd, and Malleus.

Note: Ofc, I was late yet again. Pls forgive me dear sir... And ofc tumblr hates me so it won't cooperate! Drafts got deleted 3 times.... so if it somehow becomes inconsistent... I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE! STONE ME GENTLY! anyways, i hope you enjoy this, actually no, I beg that you enjoy this?! Idk lololololololololol.

[𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚍? 𝙸𝚍𝚔 𝚕𝚘𝚕]

°•°•°•𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧 •°•°•°

“I HATE YOU!” with bits of tears in your eyes, you slammed the door shut behind you leaving Leona dumbfounded all by himself.

You hate him?You hate him!?!? Is that like for real??? He’ll scratch the back of his head in shame of pushing things too far to the point you were in tears.

But what can he do? His pride caught the best of him and he acted rash in the heat of the moment. This prideful lion just doesn’t know when to shut up smh.ಥ‿ಥ

He’ll try to remember when did everything started to go wrong, but he'll just get more and more guilty the more he thinks about it.

“Tchhhh... I messed up big time...”

It's not his style to give up easily, but his mind was set in a frenzy the moment he thinks about you leaving him.

A day without you started to become dull and boring the moment he grew fond of you. So it somehow became a habit of his to constantly seek you unconsciously. Whether it's a whiff of your scent, your voice ringing in the hallways, even the sound of your footsteps is something he could easily recognize.

But now that the two of you fought, this lion will find any way possible to avoid you seeing him.

Yeah... it will probably take a while for him to apologize...(꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

But when the time does come, expect Leona to prepare a simple yet sincere apology.

“Oi herbivore... Sorry about the other day ok? I missed my pillow for a while now...I lose...”

Simple yet sincere :') The prideful arrogant lion somehow learned to apologize despite his ego way ahead of him. He can't stand the thought of loosing you ok? (｡•́︿•̀｡)

°•°•°•°•𝙑𝙞𝙡 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙩•°•°•°•°•

“VIL STOP IT! I hate this! I hate everything! I hate you!” you quickly ran away to the door as vil stood in his spot stupefied.

You hate him? You hate the Vil Schoenheit himself?Then so be it...

Vil is basically pissed and angry™. Moreover, you had the guts and audacity to tell him you hate him. His pride was shattered in front of him. And he's not happy about that (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

Nope. Nah. Never. He's not apologizing anytime sooner now. He'll be waiting for that spicy well deserved apology you have for him...

He'll try his best to avoid you and give you the sassy cold shoulder treatment™. It will probably last for a few days or maybe a week. He has his pride y’know?

Not until he hears a muffled sob in the hallways and realized it was your voice. You looked visibly upset and sad as you cried your heart out, all alone in the empty hallways.

Oh no... What did he do? Was his nagging that bad? Did he take it too far with the makeovers? Guilt ate his soul away as he tried to sort out his thoughts with the clear image of your crying face embedded in his mind.

“Okay... Maybe I did take it a little too far...”

Making up his mind, Vil will try to make everything set for tomorrow and apologize to you to fix this feud you both have. ( ╹▽╹ )

When classes are over and the two of you finally get to be alone, Vil will try to straighten this misunderstanding now! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

“Hey Y/n I just want to tell you... I'm sorry.” “Vil I'm so sorry for the other day!-”

The both of you stared at each other with shock... Did the both of you just say sorry at the same time?

“Pfffttttt-” The both of you laugh from how hilarious this moment was. It felt as if the fight you had didn't happened at all. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

“Y/n I'm sorry... I took it too far with what I do without asking your opinion first...”

“Yeah... I'm sorry I lashed out at you too... That was petty...”

Vil will definitely make a million dollar once in a lifetime seen smile, so you better treasure this rare sight!!!(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

“No more fighting, okay? ”

•°•°•°•°•𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙙 𝙇𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝•°•°•°•°•°

“Floyd I hate you!” you slammed your way out of the table, running away from Floyd.

Angering Floyd was not the brightest Idea in the book. His infamous “bad moods” was not something anyone would like to experience. But somehow, he was really pushy and annoying today and you were fed up with it.

“Ahhhh~ Koebi-chan hates me now? what do I do?”

Thankfully, Floyd wasn’t really angry, though he was sad and heart broken that his favorite person said they hated him.(╥╭╮╥)

Floyd is an impulsive boi, so he might secretly follow you to see your face or something lol.

Ofc, Knowing Floyd, he’d definitely skip classes and skip his job at the Mostro Lounge due to his mood swings. Ofc, a certain octoboi wasn’t really happy with this.

Azul will probs tell Jade to help out his brother or something, lol Azul be secretly worrying for the two of you loooool.

However, with the help of Jade, the mushroom eel himself, he can guide his brother to make up with you!!!

Thank god mushroom eel is here to save the day! ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)

A fight with Floyd won’t really last long. Because Floyd being Floyd, he’ll naturally come to you like nothing ever happened! That’s why you have to be patient and understanding when it comes to Floyd ok?

With the biggest hug from behind you. There was a cute eel boi that has come to ambush you with love!

“Shrimppy! Don’t avoid meeee! I miss you so much so hang out with me at the Mostro Lounge againnn!”

Floyd is not really good with his words nor his apologies. Though, his blunt and honest demeanor is definitely one of his charming points!!!! (☆▽☆)

“Shrimpy! I have some takoyaki with me! let’s share them together ok?!”

Ugh, Floyd is too cute... It would be a capital sin to not forgive him and decline his offer! Tsk I’m watching you, you better accept that apology!

•°•°•°•𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖•°•°•°

“MALLEUS I HATE YOU!”

Shock. Pure shock. You hate him? The last thing Malleus wants is to hurt your feelings. In his eyes, humans are delicate and vulnerable beings, so he tries his best to protect you and treat you with utter delicacy. Yet it seems as if he failed to do that...

Just before you slam the door behind you and escape this fight, a hand grabs your wrist in attempts to stop you. Nonetheless you still make your way out, leaving Malleus standing there alone.

Malleus was deeply hurt and sorry for making you sad and angry. His heart was shattered with the thought of you leaving him, someone who made their way this close to his heart, someone he cherishes deeply.

But this fight wont really last long because Malmal would definitely try and apologize as quickly as possible!(ᓀ˵▾˵ᓂ)

Malleus is the soft type of person and I feel like he’d give up easily if it was you lol.(｡•́︿•̀｡)

Even if his apology was heard but not accepted, he’d gladly say his sorry no matter how much time and patience it will take, just for you to forgive him.༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

He’ll try to give you and Hour or two to clear your mind, then he’ll apologize!

Standing in front of your room, he’ll knock lightly at the door in front of him... No answer... So you’re still mad huh?

Leaning his forehead at the door, He’ll try to talk to you in hope for you to come out of your room. But nahhh, no signs of you leaving your room soo (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

He’ll mutter apologies after another just in case you hear them :’D

“Y/n I’m sorry for hurting your feelings earlier... that was rash of me to say, so I truly apologize... I hope my feelings reach you.”

Hearing his voice, it would prolly sound as if he’s ready to cry any moment by now. You’d be a monster if you don’t forgive this fae cutie!!!(┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

When you finally come out of the door to see him. I bet you he’s moment away from his tear dripping down. Ó╭╮Ò

“You’re not mad now right? Then is it fine to ask if we eat some ice cream later?”

You bet that Malleus would give you the biggest cheeriest grin in the entire world! oh the things you keep doing to him never surprises him. Pls dont leave this cinnamon roll or else-

That's it cuties! I need to sleep now- my classes are thriving, but I'm not!!!

God, school stuff are taking away my precious freedom and time for writing smh.

Oh god, I'm ranting again... What's new? AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Anyways, I need to woosh now and I hope you enjoyed this one!!!

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cotccotc · 4 years ago

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┈┈ 𝐬𝐤𝐳 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 *:･ﾟ

✩ ot8 reaction headcannon, 2.5k words (eek sorry)

✩ genre/s: **fluff**, humor, established relationship, ot8 x gender neutral!reader

✩ warning/s: MOBILE TUMBLR HATES ME (some gifs & author’s note might not appear),,,, my terrible sense of humor/commentary, a couple of them are suggestive if you s q u i n t

✩ a/n: idk if the concept makes any sense but it does in my mind \_( ‘-’ )_/ also seungmin’s part is the exact same kinda similar to a brief scenario in my txt soobin “brightest blue” fic... but it’s fineee. also i’m sorry that some are longer than others! enjoy :))

chan:

chan is definitely extremely interested in the music you listen to.

in fact, sometimes he’d probably insist that you show him your current playlist from start to finish lol.

i can imagine y’all hanging out at the dorms, maybe even mid-cuddle, listening to some of your recent favorites.

but there’s this ONE SONG--

your absolute JAM

you get up from your seat or the bed and start completely jamming out.

he stays where he is so he can watch you have the time of your life.

i guess nobody told him you’re a professional lip syncer… awk...

you grab a hairbrush and hold it up like it’s a microphone.

honestly you’re thriving,,

he’s kinda stunned. not in a bad way, but he’s just so mezmorized by how cute (and maybe a lil sexy) you are when you dance like no one’s watching.

there’s a particularly awesome beat drop toward the end of the song, which leads you to do some equally awesome head banging.

he’s cackling at this point, which drives you to act even sillier.

*ending pose*

once the song ends and you’re trying to catch your breath, he slowly starts clapping for you.

“the song was great, but the performance was even better,” he’d say, coming off a bit sarcastic. but he means well!

you start to get a bit self-conscious and shy as you put yourself together again.

he’ll try to comfort you, standing up to wrap you in a hug.

“don’t be embarrassed!” (cue soft chan),

“baby that was awesome”,

“you should join a rock band!”, etc.

overall, he’d love it when you share your music taste, and this event will probably set off a chain reaction of similar jam sessions in the future.

minho:

ok so we all know minho’s a cat person, blah blah blah...

but what if you got super excited about a really cute dog?

let’s say you’re on a walk at a park, holding hands, and talking.

all of a sudden you see someone walking their dog…

and when i tell you this is the cutest, tiniest dog on the face of the earth,,,

you immediately stop walking and squeeze minho’s hand. you point to the dog and start freaking out because it’s so cute.

he’d say something silly like, “what are you talking about? it looks like a rat.”

you disregard it because you’re just so excited about this puppy!

“can we pet it?” you ask.

“... fine” he replies, smiling at you, despite his attempts to act uninterested.

y’all go over to the woman walking her dog and ask if you can pet the puppy. when she says you can pet him, you immediately sit on the ground, ready to have the best puppy playdate of your life.

minho’s still standing, watching you with loving eyes.

of course, you start talking to the puppy as if he’s a baby. minho laughs, trying to stifle all the uwus emanating from his heart

the puppy climbs onto your lap and licks your face just a little bit.

you look up at minho with wide eyes, saying “awww, isn’t he so cute!”

he’d playfully roll his eyes because why would he cheat on cats like that…

then you tug on his hand, motioning for him to sit with you. he does, reluctantly.

you place the puppy on his lap to see what happens.

the dog loves him! (of course, because what living thing wouldn’t love lee minho?)

the puppy is licking minho all over as he makes faces of disgust and struggles to pull him away.

you laugh out loud, happier than ever at the two very good boys in front of you.

he smiles again, completely endeared with your excitement despite being covered in puppy spit...

so, it doesn’t matter what kinds of animals you two prefer, since you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen. (aww)

changbin:

i feel like changbin is the type to not be ashamed of/shy about showing you the songs he’s writing.

...except for right now.

he just got home from the studio, dropping his bag onto a table… but some papers fall out.

you attempt to grab the papers, but changbin stops you and grabs them himself instead with a subtle hint of nervousness.

pretty suspicious if you ask me.

“what’s up?” you ask, a bit confused about what just happened.

he’d try to play it off like nothing suspicious was going on, but you know his poker face.

it’s too cute not to notice.

he likes to play all tough but you (and everyone else tbh) know him better than that.

you go to grab the papers, but he steps away. you try again… and again, and again, and again.

you become increasingly more frustrated and impatient with each attempt, until changbin holds them up high in the air where you can’t reach them. he has a look on his face that says ‘haha! gotcha!’

you’ve never done this much jumping in your life.

but you’re not a quitter.

“okay… i give up,” you say, returning to a stationary position and placing your arms around his neck.

however, just as he lowers his hands to your waist, you snatch the papers!

“AHA!” you exclaim.

all he can say is “damn it!” as you scramble to the couch with the papers in your hand. you sit facing away from him, attempting to speed-read the lyrics sprawled across the pages.

he follows you to the couch, trying to take the papers back from behind.

“binnie, these are so good!!”

“thanks… but were they worth betraying your innocent boyfriend?”

“yes. every word.” you finally hand him back the papers with a smirk.

he’d curse under his breath, ditching the papers in favor of tickling you instead.

what a terrible punishment!

hyunjin:

we all know hyunjin is a drama queen,,

you can be a bit of a dramatic person yourself (who isn’t?).

so when you lose your favorite sweater, you’re immediately going on a wild goose chase around the dorms, because that’s where you had it last.

you’re practically talking to yourself. double checking everywhere you’d been. retracing your steps like a mad person.

you need this sweater!!

you let out a little “urgh!” as you begin getting frustrated.

hyunjin would ask what’s wrong, and when you tell him, he’d GASP.

he’d be like:

“have you checked under the bed?”

“the couch?”

“what about over here?”

“over there?”

this boy will not REST until the sweater is back in your possession, wasting no time in matching your level of concern/dramatics...

… if not exceeding it.

y’all have practically torn the whole room apart at this point.

until finally, you find it in a random drawer (of course smh)

“I FOUND IT!” you’d exclaim, flopping onto the bed and putting the sweater on,

to which you’d receive a “YAY!” in return

tired and leaning against a wall, he’d say something like, “thank GOD! now, why do you need it so bad?”

and you’d simply and softly respond, “... i got chilly~”

he wouldn’t give a verbal response, but his face would go from relaxed to ‘bruh’.

you knew he’d be shocked at your statement, but you choose to tease him instead with a smile.

he would then opt to tackle you in the bed, fumbling with the covers and vowing to make you as warm as humanly possible.

jisung:

jisung definitely loves showing you the music he’s been working on, just like changbin.

except… this time, the lyrics aren’t necessarily what you’re used to hearing.

you can tell jisung’s a bit nervous as he presses play, choosing to keep his eyes on the floor as he nods his head to the rap.

you’re listening intently, as curious and excited as you are every other time…

but then you realize that it’s about you……

the lyrics talk about letting someone into his life and his longing to be even closer to that person than he is now.

therefore,,,, u w u

you giggle, which prompts him to look up at you almost immediately with anticipation about your reaction.

you decide to wait until the end of the song to react, but you can already feel the excitement bubbling up inside of you.

the song ends, and you’re sitting in silence alongside jisung. “so… what did you think?”

“well… i think…” you trail off, looking into jisung’s eyes.

with a bit of a squeal you leap up from your seat and essentially attack him.

you straddle his legs (don’t get any *ideas* this is FLUFF for goodness sake) and wrap your arms around his neck, locking him into a big hug.

“i love it, baby. so, so, so, much,” you respond quickly and genuinely.

he laughs, his arms wrapping around you.

he’d probably remark, “you scared me for a second!”

you laugh in response, apologizing for your delayed reaction.

deep down, he’d feel so relieved that you liked the song and its sentiment.

he’d also be so happy to have you, his overexcited sweetheart, in his arms.

however, at the surface, he’d prefer to tease you. “next time, don’t make me wait so long!”

felix:

ok so y’all send memes and tik toks back and forth all day every day. it’s just protocal.

also,,, you could literally be in the same room, and he’d still just start sending you tik toks he’d saved just to send to you and see your reaction.

but there’s this o n e

you can’t quite explain why but when you watch the tik tok that your boyfriend sent you from across the couch, you laugh harder than you’ve ever laughed before.

whatever humor you may have, this tik tok completely encompasses it in a beautiful, stupid way.

before you know it, you begin cackling.

felix knows that you’ve always been a bit embarrassed of your laugh (who isn’t, right?), so when you start letting loose he’s a bit caught off guard.

still, he joins in (at a smaller scale, of couse).

he always wants to see you happy, but this is a whole new level of cuteness in his eyes.

your laughter subsides a bit...

until you decide to watch the tik tok again.

believe it or not, it’s even funnier the second time!

you double over, laughing so hard that no sound is even coming out of your mouth.

“are you okay?!” he’d ask, laughing harder now at your actions.

he’d put his arms around you so he could hold you up.

you’d mouth out a “no” in response.

there are practically tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

he’d continue looking down at you with a beaming smile, holding you up until your laughter comes to a full stop.

“was it really that funny? i can’t even make you laugh like this.”

you’re almost dazed, your stomach hurting (in the best way possible). you try to steady your breathing.

after a few seconds of recovery, he’d whisper in your ear with a deep, silly voice...

“...wanna watch it again?”

it’s safe to say you won’t fully recover for a while.

seungmin:

on days off, you watch dramas with seungmin to take both of your minds off of work/school/whatever’s been keeping you busy.

however… of course you can’t go a whole episode without laughing hysterically, and it’s all because of seungmin.

it could be the most dramatic, intense, or heartbreaking scene in the show but he would make it into a full blown impersonation comedy routine.

ESPECIALLY if the drama is in a foreign language.

this boy will reinact all of the subs in the stupidest way possible.

but, today he’s a bit exhausted, snuggling up against you and not saying much.

our boys work too hard :(( (but wbk)

...so you decide to take his place.

you start off kind of hesitantly, waiting to see if he’d even react. when the main characters start to have an argument, you begin reading the subtitles in a silly voice.

you hear a soft giggle from your boyfriend has be tightens his arm’s grip around your waist.

you begin to use different voices for each of the two characters, alternating between a nasly, high pitched one and a lower one with voice cracks. this makes seungmin laugh harder, going from a giggle to his usual open-mouthed chuckle.

he’s so cute >_< ,,anyways…

as the scene intensifies, so does the volume of your impersonations.

“yOu’Ve bEtRaYeD mE!”

“BuT yOu LiEd tO mE!”

at this point seungmin is cackling despite his heavy eyes and unwillingness to move. he’d be so caught up in your routine that he’d forget he was even tired.

you look up at him to see that big smile and those sparkly eyes you love so much, which motivates you to be even goofier!

you sit up, leaving seungmin’s grasp. you begin making hand gestures to match your overdramatic tone.

the scene comes to a climax, in which you recite the final line with more ferver and fake passion than ever before. you finish it off with a fist in the air for ~emphasis~.

as you hold this pose, you hear your loyal audience member begin to cheer for you. he claps, whisper-shouting “ahh” to create fake crowd noises.

“what a show!” he would commend you with an expression of sarcastic awe on his face.

you’re really glad you decided to cheer him up…

but not nearly as glad as he is to have you with him on a day like this.

jeongin:

jeongin’s smile could literally melt anyone’s heart. everybody knows this.

i don’t care who you are, if you see jeongin smile, you either smile or cry and there are no other options.

i don’t make the rules.

so, when he shows you the ‘lovestay’ version of his latest dance practice, you’re bound to go insane with adoration.

as soon as his solo comes up and the camera zooms in on his sweet, smiling face, you give his cheek a little poke

you say, “that’s you!”

“shut up,” he’d respond, giggling.

“wait, i missed something,” you say with a sense of urgency. you take the phone from his hands, rewinding a few seconds.

he’d roll his eyes at you, getting a bit shy.

you resume the video until the boy in the video holds up a finger heart, at which point you press pause.

“look how cute!” you exclaim, looking up at jeongin and pointing back and forth between him and the screen.

“stop it!” he’s blushing (and you’re screaming internally at how cute he is) as he tries to refrain from making a big smile.

you poke his side, resulting in a small fit of laughter that forces his bright grin to peek out.

he swats your hand away, putting his arm around you

(partly to show his affection and partly to make you hold still)

you place your head onto his shoulder, resuming the video for the final time. “you’re too cute. i can’t help it.”

“but you’re the cutest...” he murmurs, almost inaudibly to someone who isn’t as close to him as you are now.

heat rises in your face.

you: “...stop…”

him: “hah!”

touché...

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fae-fucker · 3 years ago

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Zenith: Chapter 80-84

Chapter 80

The general makes a speech on a stage with all the other leaders, including Lira’s aunt whose name I’ve already forgotten. It’s all very boring and Andi’s narration says this as well, which means fuck it, who cares, it’s all fluff anyway.

“Together, we remain as strong as we were on that final day of battle over a decade ago. Today, we continue to keep our trading ports open, to share new knowledge between the brightest scholars of each system and to be constant in our communications with one another. Why, just yesterday, I caught my wife sending a com to Governor Kravan’s wife. I believe the topic of discussion was how closely they could match their gowns without too many people taking notice.”

The crowd erupted with polite laughter.

Women! What are they good for!

Andi watches the crowd instead and we get this bit, which I highlighted in my review of the book:

Across the room, a group of girls clustered together, giggling silently as their parents sent them looks of disapproval. A few feet away, two handsome young Arcardian soldiers, their hair groomed back and glowing under the lights, watched the girls with open interest.

Later, Andi knew, they’d walk up to the girls, try to win them over with their smooth words. Hopefully, if the girls were smart, they’d shut the boys down.

But they likely wouldn’t. They’d dance together. They’d plan their futures, set on moving higher and higher up in society until they reached the top, just as Andi’s parents had.

God forbid people have lives that don’t fit Andi’s ideals, I guess.

Also wow, Andi. They’re just gonna dance together. Girl sees a promposal and starts planning a budget for baby clothes, smh.

The general asks his son to join him on the stage.

Everyone in the crowd craned their necks, eager to get an up-close look at the lost son, returned home at last. Andi watched, too, not because Valen was a spectacle, but because she knew, perhaps more than anyone, that he hated to be on display.

So you’re watching him because you know he hates being watched? Kind of a dick move, Androma.

The general says something about how they’re all stronger together and his son’s return is proof of their resilience and yadda yadda. But DUN DUN DUUN, Valen is ... not looking happy about it? What could it meeeaaan?

Chapter 81

So anyway, Valen stabs his dad.

Well not immediately, because nothing happens in this book without an overly long monologue that includes the words home, soul, darkness, light, stars and mayhaps family. Valen monologues for a bit about how this isn’t his home and the general isn’t his real family and how the imprisonment on Lunamere opened his eyes, it’s all a bit ... vague?

Obviously the reason this twist doesn’t really work despite the fact that there was some foreshadowing is because we’ve been in Valen’s POV multiple times. This is one of those things where if you try to do this, you’re either gonna need the writing skills of a god or you’re gonna fall flat on your face. And Shinsay are, well, Shinsay. It simply doesn’t track, it doesn’t feel shocking enough because we haven’t really spent enough time with Valen or understood him all that well before it happened, and it’s not a moment of everything clicking together and falling into place because the foreshadowing has either been too sparse or it wasn’t there at all, plus we’ve literally been inside Valen’s mind at multiple points, we started the book in his POV, yet he conveniently didn’t once think about any of this?

I am Valen Solis, he told himself. Vengeance will be mine.

He smiled and drove the knife into his father’s chest.

So why did he spend all that time saying Valen Cortas? Like, from a Doylist perspective it’s there to mislead the reader, but from a Watsonian, why did he do this? Does he have some sort of 4th wall knowledge and knows his thoughts are being literally read so he’s like “tee hee gotta pretend I love my dad!”

One thing I can sort of see is that Valen is being manipulated by Zenith and now he’s been “activated?” That would make sense and explain the wild inconsistencies between his true motivation and his thoughts, but I don’t think that’s what they’re going for?

It’s cheap, and it’s bad, and it’s boring. Which isn’t something you want from a twist. But hey, at least one of our POV characters has finally done something to affect the plot. It’s only been what, 81 chapters? Good god.

Chapter 82

Andi’s like :O!!!

And then a bunch of Xen Pteran soldiers blow up the walls and are like >:(!!

And then people are panicking like <:O!!!

And then Andi takes out the electric dagger strapped to her thigh like >:)!!!

And now she’s “eager to kill” like >:D!!!!!

This chapter is 170 words long.

Chapter 83

Ok sorry, I won’t do that again.

We’re in Dex’s POV, he watches as the Arcardian soldiers take up weapons to defend people and themselves, but then Valen takes the microphone and tells them to lay down their weapons and they obey.

Andi, ever the girlboss, charges right at Valen. The chapter ends with Dex yelling for her to stop, but she’s too much of a strong independent woman to listen.

This chapter is 154 words long.

Chapter 84

Andi reaches the stage and tries to talk Valen out of completing his dad-murder, since the general is still alive despite how good Valen stabbed him. The Xen Pteran soldiers are shooting people in the background.

[Valen] turned, twirling the knife so that he held the blade like a paintbrush, ready to render death upon his own father.

You know? Because he’s a painter?

This is just too good, you guys.

Andi’s like “this isn’t the Valen I know, he’s a killer now, like meeee” and yadda yadda. When Valen makes it clear, through some clichéd dialogue, that he’s not backing down and WILL complete the dad-murder, she says she’ll stop him.

Valen’s like “nu-uh.”

So how was your day? I’m pretty good, all things considered. We’re almost at the end of Zenith, believe it or not.

#eff reads: zenith

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fic-for-fic-sake · 5 years ago

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Hair

Pairing: Bucky x curly haired reader

A/N: This quarantine is having me post all of my fanfic at once smh. Anyway, this was written back when I was having a series of good hair days and I wanted to write about Bucky being fascinated by the reader’s curly hair.

Bucky had only ever seen you in combat clothes. Black tac pants, combat boots, a black tank top, and your hair tied neatly in a bun. It was either that or training clothes. The point was, he had known you for six months and had never once seen you in regular civilian dress. Except for today. You both had the day off and you decided to train together in the morning. After an hour of punching bags and cardio you had decided to call it quits.

“Okay Barnes, I’m gonna hit the shower, try not to kill yourself while I’m gone.” You teased as you left the room. Bucky was still lifting weights, huffing as he did so. He paid little attention to your exit other than a grunt in your general direction. After 20 minutes he also decided to wrap up his session. Instead of taking a shower right away he decided to read the paper for a while and drink some coffee, maybe wait for Sam to get back from his run.

His head was buried in The New York Times when he heard your steps coming from down the hall and into the kitchen. He heard the fridge door open as you searched for something to eat.

“Is Sammy back yet? I was wondering if he would let me throw the shield.” You questioned as you shut the door, apparently finding whatever it was you needed.

Bucky scoffed as he started to put the paper down, “You’d have better luck wi-” His sentence stopped abruptly as he laid eyes on you, or more specifically, your hair. It was mesmerizing. He had never seen it not in a bun before and now he was pissed about it, because he had been missing out on the most perfect set of curls he had ever laid eyes on. Even in their semi-wet state they were still springy and bounced around your shoulders as you moved, each catching the light perfectly and in a tantalizing fashion. His fingers itched to reach out and touch one.

“Bucky, hello?” You called, waving your hand in front of his face.

“What? Sorry.” He breathed, still fascinated by your curls. “Have you uh, have you always had curly hair?”

“As long as I can remember yeah.” You commented, pulling on one of your tightly coiled strands, elongating it, and then letting go so that it bounced right back in place. Bucky wished it were his fingers doing that instead.

“Why don’t you wear it down more?” He questioned, finding that the subject of your hair was one he couldn’t easily let go of.

“It gets in the way and I don’t want it damaged.” You explained, beginning chopping up chicken and vegetables for your salad. “You should do the same with yours.”

Bucky carded his flesh fingers through his long black locks, he could tie it up, or he could just cut it again.

“I’d probably just shave it off again, make it look like it did back when I was younger.” What was the point of having long hair if it didn’t look like yours anyway, he thought absentmindedly to himself.

“I’ve thought about shaving my head.” You admitted, absentmindedly tugging at some of the ringlets around your face, letting them fall from your fingers one at a time.

Bucky froze at the thought. He couldn’t understand why anyone with hair as gorgeous as yours would want to cut it off. “Why?” He whispered, dumbfounded.

“Sometimes it’s too much maintenance. Like literally half of my shower routine is just my hair, and in the summer it gets so hot and not to mention frizzy.” You thought, mixing your cut items with lettuce and adding dressing. You waved goodbye to Bucky as you retreated back to your room leaving him at a loss for words.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Sam mused, as he entered the room and saw a troubled Bucky.

“Did you know Y/N has curly hair?”

“Yeah, didn’t you?” Sam scoffs, pulling a water bottle from the fridge and chugging it, clearly still winded after his run.

“No...how did you know?” Bucky questioned, feeling a subtle flair of jealousy for the man in front of him. Did everyone know about your hair but Bucky?

“Calm down killer, it’s not like that.” Sam began, sensing the palpable tension coming from Bucky, “About a month ago she asked if I knew of any good places that cut curly hair and I said yeah.”

“Couldn’t she have just gone to the closest shop?”

Sam tried and failed to hide his guwaff at the question.

“What?” Bucky questioned incredulously.

“I mean, curly hair is a tad different than straight hair. You have to get it cut a certain way and I don’t think the $5 supercuts was gonna give her what she needed.” Sam explained.

“Huh.” Bucky responded, “I wonder if she would let me touch it.”

“Only if you wanna die.” Sam cautioned. “Never touch a woman's hair unless she gives you permission. Rule number one of curly hair.”

It was on that note that Bucky left Sam to his devices. He had pretty much dropped the subject of your hair until two weeks later, when he heard a knock at his door. It was you, and you had what appeared to be a shower caddy in your hand.

“Hey, can I use your shower? Mine’s broken and maintenance says they can’t fix it until Wednesday.” You asked apologetically, giving Bucky a sad smile. He gestured for you to make your way into his ensuite bathroom.

“Thanks a million Bucky, if there’s anything I can do for you just let me know.” You called out from the shower, your voice echoing off the walls as you got ready to turn the water on. Well, that offer was certainly tempting. Bucky’s mind went back to your fascinating mane of curls and a thought popped into his head.

“Yeah, actually there is something.” He called out to you.

“What?” You replied eagerly, head sticking out from the door frame, your curls forming a wide and frizzy halo around your head.

“Can I, uh, watch you do your hair?” He asked, feeling like shooting himself in the foot for even asking the question.

“You wanna watch me do my hair?” You repeated, not sure you were hearing him correctly.

“Yeah, I mean you said it takes a while to do and it always looks so good. But nevermind it’s dumb forget it.” Bucky hurried his response, feeling the blush creeping up on his cheeks.

“It’s not dumb Buck. Sure thing. When I’m done with my shower I’ll come and get you.” You reassured before you shut the door and turned the water on.

Ten minutes later you opened the door for him and he followed you into the bathroom. The thick humid air assaulted his lungs and he smelt jasmine and honey, he assumed your soap, but there was also another smell, coconut and hibiscus. He leaned in closer to you and noticed it was coming from your hair, which was sopping wet, weighing down your curls until they looked less like ringlets and more like loose s shapes.

“Are you smelling my hair?” You questioned cheekily, looking to face Bucky.

“Sorry.” He murmured, suddenly finding his feet utterly fascinating. Your giggle brought his head snapping back up to find your eyes.

“Don’t be. It smells good. I’m just about to get started.” You commented as he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms, looking at the array of products before you. He watched as you grabbed a wide flat brush and let it gently pass through your hair so that it almost looked straight before the bottoms decided to rebel and curl up once more.

“So, I only brush my hair when it’s wet because otherwise that wouldn’t be a pretty sight.” You explained, passing the brush through your shiny hair once more. You then picked up a product with a pink label on it before squirting some of the thick cream into your hand.

“What’s that for?” Bucky questioned, curiosity peaking.

“It’s a styler, so it makes my curls look more coiffed I guess. They use it in all the youtube videos so I figured it must be important.” You shrug slightly as you pass the product through your hair, and Bucky could see what you meant. Your curls responded beautifully to the product, each ringlet getting more love than the last. Once again he got that familiar urge to rake his fingers through your hair.

“Can I, can I touch it?” He questioned, voice soft like a child asking for something they know they shouldn’t. Sam had warned him not to touch your hair but he had asked first.

“Normally, no. I would cut your other hand off. But, seeing as it is wet and I can fix it, yeah I don’t see why not.” You responded, leaning in closer to Bucky so he could properly touch your tresses.

Not wanting to do any damage he only let his flesh hand touch your curls. At first, the touch was tentative, not sure what was allowed. He took one particularly perfect ringlet between his fingers and smoothed it over. Appreciating the way it caught the light. Next he twirled another section around his finger, watching in awe as it held the shape when he let go. Then, growing bolder, he let his full hand palm your head, shaking the wet curls loose and allowing volume. He heard a soft and contented sigh escape your lips and looked at your face to find your eyes closed and mouth in a permanent smile. You were enjoying this just as much as he was.

“So, am I ruining your hair?” He breathed, slightly smug.

“I guess not.” You replied, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He pulled his hand from your hair as you continued your work. The next product you put on your hand had a strong smell of artificial blueberry and was the brightest blue color he had ever seen.

“What’s that one for?”

“It’s a gel, I put it in my hair, wait for it to dry, and then scrunch it out. It helps my curls keep their shape and reduce frizz.” You explained as you pulled the product through your hair, scrunching it along the way until you had curls that you liked.

“Wow.” Bucky said, amazed. When you said your hair took a while you meant it. No wonder why he had always seen it up.

“Why do you care so much about my hair anyway?” You questioned, putting all your items back in your caddy and walking back to your room across the hall, Bucky following close behind.

“Well, I guess back in my day everyone wore their hair pretty much the same. It was nice but it was all pulled up and more straightened. I’ve never seen anyone with hair like yours. It’s refreshing.” He responded truthfully. You tugged on a wet curl, seeming to soak in his answer.

“Makes sense.” You concluded with a smile. “In a few hours I’ll show you what it looks like dry.” It was then that Bucky decided he would like nothing more than to look at your hair for the rest of his days.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fanfic #mcu fanfic #avengers fanfic

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wincore · 6 years ago

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hazy recollections | huang renjun

pairing: renjun x reader

words: 1.8k

genre: boyfriend!au, fluff, nostalgia(?)

warnings: this has so much c h e e se

a/n: this is just a warm up fic and it’s like the cheesiest thing i’ve ever written smh also lmk if you guys want plotless boyfriend scenarios w nct

Renjun can’t for the life of him remember how you met. Or what the first thing he said to you was.

But Renjun remembers you smiling at him, the brightest smile at the age of seven, a gap where your front tooth was supposed to be. He remembers the incident—you had hit him with your soccer ball right in the face, and though the hot tears running down his red, scratched face were a little less than flattering, he found himself unable to yell at you. No, Renjun had muttered a timid ‘it’s okay’ and you had invited him to come and play with you. He remembers how different the pitch of your voice had been back then, how annoying it should have been, even if you deny it now. Renjun remembers the polite ‘hello’s you used to exchanged before it turned into high fives and eventually holding each other in a chokehold as greeting. You had also asked him to marry you later that year claiming he was the nicest person on earth, to which he had wholeheartedly agreed.

Although both of you pretended to have forgotten the promise by the time you were in fifth grade, you didn’t stop being each other’s best friend. You walked home together (being neighbours was an added plus to your friendship) every sunset, and he remembers being coated in the blues and reds and purples of the skies with you through the changing seasons. Renjun remembers the smell of your old house every time he came over with the excuse of completing homework, but really he just wanted to talk. He remembers your mother’s appreciative glances and you pouting because you started to think she loved him more than you. He remembers tying each other’s’ hair up in the most ridiculous ways, accidentally breaking the hinges of your neighbours’ windows trying to retrieve your jammed kite and the time you had accidentally swallowed your stubby crayon.

Renjun remembers you climbing through the balcony, and you having to cover his mouth to stop his panicked screams when he thought it was a ghost. He remembers falling deeper in love with the stars then, with your engrossed face following his every movement, listening to each of his words. He remembers you asking him if he was an alien (“Because, Huang Renjun, boys aren’t as sweet as you.”) He also remembers feeling a thump in his chest, that he would never have believed would grow into something else.

Renjun thinks of you terror-stricken at the hospital, having to get an injection and letting you almost crush his hands (“I wasn’t holding it that hard!” “I have literal marks on my hands.”) He also remembers you sighing exaggeratedly every time he yelled at a stray bug in his room, and removing it for him with a smug look on your face. He remembers you always passing a pen to him in class because you knew he had a tendency to lose his. He remembers you calling him a crybaby, and although he wouldn’t admit it, it still holds true. It was the little things, he thinks now, that built up this entire thing.

The second time you had asked Renjun to marry you was when you were thirteen, obviously joking. The fact that it wasn’t the truth hurt him in a way he never understood, but it was a subject he had no idea of, a deep crevasse he didn’t want to fall into. He remembers swatting your hands away when you insisted he reveal his crush, telling him that friends don’t keep secrets.

Renjun remembers waking up on the bus when his head slipped and fell against your shoulder, with you already far inside dreamland. It was the first time he thought of the word ‘cute’ in relation with you. He thinks of the times you made him buy ice cream for you, and the times he made you do his homework, despite your blatant protests (You would do it any day if it was the price of his affections, but he didn’t have to know that). He remembers running down the streets after you, out of breath, when you told him you were too afraid to do anything, just to get you out of your room. He wonders if the two of you looked like complete idiots to strangers, wonders if either of you care.

“Sloow!” Renjun remembers you calling out to him when he deliberately walked much further behind you, after having a mild argument with you. He made a purposeful disgruntled expression at you before looking the other way. You had to work so hard to win back his attention that afternoon.

Renjun remembers telling you he was in love with you in his sleep, when he can’t say he knew the meaning of it. He remembers waking up embarrassed in the middle of art class, not realizing he was still there, even if the teacher wasn’t. Even if the whole class wasn’t there, even if the whole of tenth grade wasn’t there. But you were. You had smiled the brightest yet again (but this time with a full set of teeth) and in your excitement, you had knocked over his entire jar of paints, laughing sheepishly at the mess you made. But it was a mess he made too, and he laughed with his entire being, crouching beside you, the left side of his arm coated in yellow paint.

Renjun remembers being afraid to hold your hand; but when he started, he found it much too difficult to part from. That’s all there was in the beginning. You used to hold hands and call each other out for being cheesy if either of you tried acting more mature than you were. He remembers never feeling like a burden after he told you, he remembers the puppy love you two had shrouded yourselves in.

Renjun remembers the teasing of his friends, and swears he was not a single bit bothered by it even if the sprouting red across his cheeks seemed to tell a different story. Renjun remembers whispering softly when he was alone with you on his rooftop, the thumping in his chest getting louder with every brush of your fingers against his arm as if he were falling in love again. He didn’t kiss you that night; it wouldn’t have been right when the two of you were too into discussing the world and the universe and where you belonged.

Renjun thinks of being seventeen turning eighteen and the pinkness of the cherry lip balm you had used. Your lips were soft against his, and the rush of blood to his head had made him dizzier than your touch. There are times when Renjun feels like he belongs, and times when he feels detached. But the contact between your lips that made him feel so real and connected yet so euphoric was by the far the strangest feeling he had ever experienced. He can’t point out when the soft pressing of lips for barely a few seconds had turned into making out in the places no one held but you two. The back of the bus, the corner of your balcony at night, under the bridge beside your school, his bed, beside the campfire after everyone had been lulled to sleep. These places are marked now, and he’ll never forget how these places were so insignificant at the time, when he was so engulfed in you.

Renjun remembers wondering aloud if soulmates are real, in the middle of the night when bluish oil painted clouds cast shadows over the both of you. It was after your college acceptance letters had come in, and the fate that had intertwined you both wasn’t willing to let the both of you separate yet. You got an apartment together, and despite your friends chiming with their ‘you’re already a married couple!’, neither of you thought of it as anything too much.

Renjun thinks of you losing your mind every time exam season rolls in. With a head scarf wrapped around your forehead like a bandana, Renjun can’t help but laugh at your ridiculous appearance, and every time you say ‘it’s not funny!’ he doubles over, laughing harder. Renjun finds dates with you more pleasant when your exam stress has died down, and you look a lot brighter flashing your teeth at him, unafraid of the world.

Renjun doesn’t remember the little things that had led to you storming outside in the rain, but he does remember the horrible feeling in his gut. He didn’t follow you outside into the rain, and he regrets it because he had found you sick and alone on the steps of the nearby café when the rain had died down. He cried that night, when you were gone, and again, when he found you. When you had dried your hair and changed into warmer clothing and sat beside him on the couch, he took your hands and promised you he’ll never break your heart. (You had made a face, teasing him about how he’s getting sappier every day and he had whined that you never took him seriously, but you did cuddle to sleep that night.)

Renjun likes getting under the fluffed up blankets after a hot shower, only to wake up later and find you drooling on his shoulder. You complain every morning that he clings too much, sometimes smacks you in the face but you don’t seem too bothered by it either. In fact, there’s a smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you pour your milk into your cereal, while he thinks of a response other than distracted nodding.

Renjun likes the feeling of your lips against his after his painfully long classes; the movement is much tamer and familiar than before, when you were teenagers playing with the idea of love. He likes waking up in the middle of the night to find you already midway through your stash of snacks, and he likes going to the terrace, to point out his dear stars to you. Renjun likes calling himself your boyfriend and even if it still makes him a little shy, the flowers blooming in his chest tell him that it’s okay because it’s you.

Renjun likes the thought of being with you, of going on adventures with you; he wants to travel the universe someday, maybe become a bunch of intergalactic travellers. He wants to live lives with you, not just this one, but the next, and the next, and the next. There are still things to do, and people to be—but Renjun is okay with that as long as he gets to share his warmth with you, and you with him.

Renjun thinks, the third time you talk about marriage, he’s going to be the one asking you to marry him. In a few years, maybe. He sighs, already picturing you wrinkling your nose at the cheesiness. But there’s still time and he’s not one to blurt something like that out impulsively (unlike you) and right now, he has a sleeping you to worry about.

Renjun smiles to himself as runs his fingers through your hair and tells you that he loves you.

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keepingupwiththebananadramas · 5 years ago

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Sussex Foundation Fate

Vision: arguments happening, staff member(s) leave because of the disagreements.

There will be a lot of talk about what to do when to do it, who’s going to complete the task. They are not short of ideas between the chairs, there is communication happening continuously outside of their regular meetings. There are probably random text messages sent in the middle of the night, someone may be losing sleep over trying to prove something. This foundation is causing anxiety in people that have never truly had to deal with it before, a lot of pressure is being put on the chairs and it’s not coming from outside sources nor from the brf.

There are definitely a few passion projects going on, may some that the others are not aware of or approved. The person with the passion projects has no plans on stopping or slowing down anytime soon, again they have something to prove and possibly neglecting their family and health. Some unconventional project may be in the works that will set some people off, everything that has come out under the foundation has been lightweight compared to the big passion project.

Someone(s) is coming up with ideas for the foundation for a personal gain, rather its status, financial or both. They do believe that whatever is good for them is good for everyone else, that is NOT the case. A scandal is going to start cooking because of this selfishness. The personal gain won’t be noticeable at first, but a staff member will speak out (leak) breadcrumbs that will cause people to connect the dots. Despite the negative things that are happening within the charity there is actual hard-working individuals doing their best. They are highly underappreciated, may grow tired of the drama and leave. Whoever this person is, is the one that will end up cleaning a lot of the mess that comes from these passion projects. There will be multiple partnerships arise for what seems like all their projects. The foundation is incapable of carrying a load on their own so they will have to enlist friends and people eager for the publicity to get the projects funded fully and off the ground. There was some kind of warning about this because heads will butt with one of the partnerships that won’t end pretty.

Well, there is Rachel poking her head out in reading about a foundation that has 4 chairs, smh. She is also poking everyone’s last nerves with her demands, constantly speaking over people, and pushing aside other people’s ideas. Rachel has stepped on more than a few toes in a matter of months and now that she’s not pregnant it seems like it has gotten worse. She does these things and then goes to hide behind Harry for cover because she knows that he will protect while she sticks out her chest and smile.

The last 4 cards all tie into each other which happens to follow the card about Rachel. She seems to have a complete disregard for rules and doesn’t respect people’s opinion. Because of her attitude, there will be a lot of delays happening on projects, some may never get a chance to see daylight. Some of the delays will be the result of her being the only one not in agreement with everyone about a project, again this will cause some issues down the line. She will not be happy with the way the public reacts to her ideas once they are out in the world. These are her best and brightest, and having people say negative things or not see it the way she sees it will really get under her skin. I truly feel sorry for staff when this does happen because she will lash out because she can’t really go out and slap someone on a walkabout, or can she… Because the recognition isn’t what she expected it will cause her to close in on herself, from the public and family. She’s won’t be depressed she will just lock herself away mentally to think of the next idea to counteract the negativity.

Because husband and wife work together there will be moments when the cracks will show big than they did the day before. They really should’ve had their own staff member and worked on individual projects and came together for a few joint projects. The pressure to seem, perfect, act perfect, and create perfect ideas will take a toll. (beginning of September, maybe). Rachel will branch off solo more and more as the months go by, mainly to get from under Harry. She wants to be independent and run her own show. If it was her choice the foundation would only be hers and Harry would have nothing to do with it.

I see Rachel getting the opportunity to do the work she’s doing under the foundation's name, outside of it without the restrictions. She will give it a test run and like what’s on her plate. For her mentally it’s a necessary growing moment outside of that it reeks of disaster. She is going to jump on board like the quick mover she is and not realize that there are consequences to those actions. What she leaves is total chaos. Again, she doesn’t realize the damage she has caused, this feeling of freedom tastes good and the idea of letting it go is not an option. This will cause bigger arguments and she will lose them in one way or another. She may be forced to “give up” her freedom yet again because of this decision.

*I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she has been trying to get a cooking show

Page of Swords – Knight of Swords (rx) – 8 of Pentacles (rx) – Knight of Pentacles – 2 of Cups – Queen of Swords - World – (rx), King of Swords – (rx), 6 of Wands – (rx), Hermit – (rx) – 6 of Swords – Tower – Patience (rx) – 6 of Cups

#Sussex Foundation Fate #banana pulled some cards

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storiesbyjes2g · 5 years ago

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So, I always admit to not being the brightest crayon in the box. Today, it occured to me that I do way too much editing on my screenshots on here. I have a set of actions that resizes and adjusts the brightness, contrast, levels, and curve. Then I run one or two more actions not made by me to add warmth. Today, I was like...Jess...you know ReShade can do this for you. Then I was like, really? Then I was like, yes! With @pictureamoebae‘s Multi LUT thingy! (smh)

Anyway, so I’ve been looking at the settings, and here are a few I really like! (Funny, only one I chose address my warmth problem lol) Here’s the original using my preset, Scrambled Eggs.

Chow

Hyrdrus

mPhantom

Which one do you like best? I’m gonna do a second post with bigger pictures of the one most interesting to me.

#reshade #multi lut

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ssweeneys · 5 years ago

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i’m having a REALLY bad day

or really past couple of weeks where work is concerned and i just wanna vent bc you know sometimes people out there in the working world understand ya know???

its long, beware. idek if i’ll keep this up its more so for me to just let it out.

so like i’m an office admin for a company (we’ll leave it nameless for protection purposes) and like i supervise receptionists for my office so i’m kinda an office manager but not technically? if that makes sense.

anyway. people these days just don’t want to fucking work like EVER and like to start jobs and then up and vanish to collect that unemployment which to me is really just dumb since there are rules to it in every state and nine times out of ten you’re making like 60% of what your normal paycheck would be and thats surely not enough to live on, so like ??? i don’t get it.

there’s been a constant rotation of receptionists come and go over the last couple of months and two girls who work for me have stepped in on numerous occasions. one lady is in her 60s and doesn’t know anything about computers and is kind of dense?? to say the least. nothing against old ladies. i actually find a majority of them cute or hilarious bc they say what they think and dont give a f*ck who it offends and sometimes that blunt honesty is refreshing and you just need it in a world where people bullshit you 24/7 to further themselves for selfish gain and yaddy yada

anyways.. over recent weeks she’s become more and more intolerable to deal with. i ask her to do things and she gives me attitude and its like the simplest of things.. like email this person, make sure you let this person know they got a package, etc, etc. she can’t do even the most basic of tasks without screwing up. her attitude is just atrocious.

and due to people coming and going i’ve had to alter our schedule a lot. recently, one girl requested off so i adjusted the older lady’s hours (lets call her--carla) mind you carla only works 1 day a week and i’ve been super generous in giving her the entire week of christmas off so -- yeah.

anyways the girl who requested off (we’ll call her nicole) told me she didnt need those days off anymore and so i fixed the schedule one more time to her original days/hours.

now, i print off the schedule every time a change is made and whoever is at the reception desk i tell them to let the other girls know and post it right by the computer they sit at every day so theres no excuse for anyone to say i didnt make them aware. well carla is not the brightest bulb as we already established and she doesnt pay attention so we pretty much have to coddle her apparently and make sure she understands (although its pointless bc she doesnt no matter how hard you try to explain something to her) ANYWAYS she comes in on nicoles day when she wasnt supposed to anymore bc the schedule was fixed, posted, etc. and she gets mad when i ask her why shes there. and yes, i understand that the rotation has fucked us all over and up in so many ways. she is not the only victim here. this has been stressing me out left and right and to no end for MONTHSSSSS. so like i get it? i’m sympathetic to that. i understand the confusion and frustration, i’m right there with them.

HOWEVER, because she’s annoyed/mad/whatever she gives me attitude all day yesterday and is flagrantly disrespectful. i’m her supervisor, regardless is someone upsets you, act professional.

but she doesn’t. we know that. or at least I DO. anyhow.. she’s mad. she’s pissed off right? she’s got an attitude. she sees the new schedule, she brings it to me in my office and asks if its the correct one for tomorrow WHICH SHE IS ON!!! let me make that clear. she was on. she asks if its correct, i’m in the middle of composing an email so i take a moment to respond ‘yes’ she huffs, storms off and goes “you know what? nevermind” i’m like.... okay?? i brush it off. i’ve been brushing off her poor attitude all damn day and i dont say A THING. BC I GET IT. I UNDERSTAND. IM SYMPATHETIC TO THAT. we all have bad days. we all get a little frustrated sometimes. we’re human, yeah?

yeah. right. ok.

so then like... carla is working the morning shift for nicole. both carla and nicole showed up. carla pitched a fit bc she came in and was already there and didnt want to go home so nicole was so sweet about it and said thats okay, she can work i understand. bc even though nicole is like half her age, she’s MATURE.

at this point i dont even understand why carla is so upset? she got to stay. she got the hours. she’ll be making the money. all is good right? WRONG.

when the next girl comes in for the afternoon shift, i over hear carla telling her about the mishap that happened that morning (yesterday) and my office is literally maybe 6-7 feet from the front desk so i can hear EVERYTHING that goes on. i mean this is my job. i’m pretty much in charge of making sure the office is running, our employees are happy, etc.

so yeah i over hear carla telling this girl that and i quote “yeah nicole came in this morning and the schedule was switched around and i stayed because i was already here. (then something unintelligible I cant make out bc her voice lowers) you know, it really pisses me off that this keeps happening.”

SHE SAID THIS. TO A NEW GIRL. MAKING ME, NICOLE, EVERYONE LOOK BAD EVEN THOUGH SHE GOT WHAT SHE WANTED, NICOLE APOLOGIZED, I APOLOGIZED FOR THE MISHAP, IVE DONE EVERYTHING FOR THIS LADY TO PACIFY HER OR WORK WITH HER OR COMPENSATE HER.

so its so infuriating, disrespectful and really downright disgusting for her to trash me, my name, etc to someone. but you know what? I DONT SAY ANYTHING. I dont cause a scene. I go about my business and let it roll off my shoulders bc at this point I know if I say anything its just going to turn ugly and I’m in a professional setting. Sometimes its better to bite your tongue, hold your head up high and move the fuck on about your business.

NOW... oh now, we’re on today. carla is scheduled to work. she came into my office, confirmed it, she was FULLY AWARE OF THIS.

so nicole calls her 5 mins before shes scheduled to clock in and is politely like hey you on your way? and carla is like oh no i don’t work today.

BITCH! THE FUcK YOU MEAN????? WE CONFIRMED THIS LITERALLY!!!!!!!!

omg i cannot at this point i really cannot

but lets proceed... so carla. she’s like yeah i dont come in, tells nicole to check with me. nicole comes to me, i smh and just sigh and am like ok i’m sorry can you please call her back and tell her shes supposed to be here and if theres any issues, transfer the call to me. so nicole calls her, they’re talking, carla is being a cunt (sorry at this point you are) and so i talk to her and shes like you know, this is so frustrating i came in there i asked you if i was supposed to work and you said no (the other girl she trash talked to idk who to name her) and IM LIKE SITTING THERE GOING ????? WHEN????? TO MYSELF BC WE JUST HAD THIS CONVERSATION

MY PATIENCE IS SO THIN, ITS NON EXISTENT AT THIS POINT IM OVER IT

IM TIRED

IM SO FUCKING TIRED AND SICK OF HAVING TO PICK UP THE SLACK AND DO EVERYTHING MY FUCKING SELF BC NO ONE CAN COME TO WORK, DO THEIR JOB AND GO HOME.

can i just make a point too that we make $12 an hour here. sometimes we are LITERALLY SO BORED we have nothing to do. we can read books or watch netflix if no one is around or i even have time to rp at times. so like THIS IS THE EASIEST JOB IN THE WORLD A FUCKING MONKEY could do it.

all you do is answer phones and transfer calls or send an email

its LITERALLY. THAT. FUCKING. SIMPLE????

so like i just dont get it

but back to the point... carla is arguing with me, basically saying my communication sucks, i’m unprofessional (which is laughable but ok) etc...

and i just cant hold it in anymore?? and i’m like well carla, i’m sorry you feel that way and i understand where you’re coming from but i don’t appreciate that you were disrespectful yesterday, you told (new girl) that you were pissed off about what happened and proceeded to talk about me in a really unsatisfactory way.

and she WANTED TO TRY AND SAY THAT THIS WAS A DEFAMATION TO HER CHARACTER. WHEN SHE FUCKING SAID IT!!!!!!!!!!! i mean you can’t but if you were to ask anyone i know i have freakishly good hearing and it gets on my family’s nerves all the time bc i need quiet when writing and i have to beg them to turn their tvs down low just so i can concentrate.

I FUcKIng HEARD THESE EXACT WORDS COME OUT OF HER MOUTH!!!! and she wants to sit here and say that i’m defaming her character.

NO BITCH. Im repeating what I fucking heard you say!!!

why would i make that up? why??? how does that benefit me in any way??? what does that do for me???? NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! i’m not benefitting from anything here.

in addition when talking to her on the phone i bring up the fact that she brought the schedule to me (the correct one which SHE IS ON) and asked me to verify if it was correct. but then proceeds to say in the same breath (contradicting herself) that she’s going off the old one????? like okay????? but you’re wrong?? SHE EVEN SAYS ITS AN OVERSIGHT ON HER CHARACTER, SHE ALREADY MADE PLANS YADDY YADA, SHE CANT COME IN TODAY

moral of the story is... she’s dumb. she’s a fucking cunt. and i hate people who try to spin things and victim blame and tell you you’re defaming their character when you call them out on something real they actually said because they’re scared little pussies and can’t just admit its what they fucking said.

yo i’d have a lot more respect for you if you just admit it. i’m not even mad??? i dont give a fuck what you think or feel about me. when i leave here every day i dont come home and cry about work or how people feel about me there.

work me is different from real me. I. DO. NOT. FUCKING. CARE. work people do not know me on a real level only a professional one. i am here to do a job, to make money, to pay bills, to LIVE. i am not here to fret over the opinions of people who do not follow me home, who do not know the real me. WHO. DO. NOT. FUCKING. MATTER.

POINT FUCKING BLANK.

THANK YOU AND GOODBYE

like seriously?? GOD FUCK! i’m so angry.

if you read all of this, like thanks for letting me vent to a total stranger lmao you’re a real one, may you be blessed today and always.

onto that note... i gotta get back to work. (lmfao fucking irony at its finest)

#im not even gonna read over this #its raw #its real #what the fuck ever

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silver-writer · 5 years ago

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Final Legacy Wip Intro

Here I am finally posting the wip intro for Final Legacy. This is the wip ya girl’s working on at the moment. (I hope you enjoy the mock book cover I made for camp nano. The cover doesn’t really have anything to do with the actual book, but I thought it looked nice.)

So, this is the wip I’m working on for camp nano. My goal is 1000 words since I don’t have much time to write currently because things keep getting in my way smh.

I’ll probably update this a little after it’s posted since it’s also going to be the wip master list.

Genre: Sci-fi | Dystopian | Probably Young Adult

POV: 3rd Person Limited

Setting: Mainly in a school called Lumina Academy, but there are some other schools that are present. So, we’ll see when I actually get to writing it.

Characters:

Septimus Hale | Valerie Cruz (Valkyrie)

Synopsis

More world building stuff after the cut :)

Final Legacy follows Septimus Hale a kind of emo gamer boy who has no friends oof. He is a tsundere, no lie. He comes from a pretty poor family. So, the tournament and going to university are very important to him. His parents made sure that he understood that before sending him to Lumina Academy.

Valerie Cruz is the female lead (but she’s not really Septimus’s love interest, though there is a little bit of mutual pining, but they won’t ever actually get together, sorry.) Her character’s name in Final Legacy is Valkyrie.

Anyway, Final Legacy (in the book) is a VRMMORPG that the country uses to determine brightest and most resilient of the nation. The game is first introduced to the students of the national academies when they enter their 1st year of school. During their time in school they are to level up their character as well as stay on top of their academics.

The game is a full-dive type of VR where the player is in an induced sleep while their minds explore the worlds of Final Legacy. In the game, any damage done to the character will affect the player in real life. However, the in-game damage done will not kill the player. The only way to hinder the effects is to use healing potions in the game, the only effects that the player will receive is mild exhaustion. The game is best played at night or during breaks.

Children are put in the academies (there are five national academies) when they are around five years old and they will stay at that academy until their twelfth grade year. In that span of time, the students have not seen their parents because they cannot leave the academy. Even during winter and summer breaks, they do not leave the school , but they have no classes or classwork.

The annual scholarship tournament is held nationwide. In the tournament the students with the top five player levels participate from each academy. Only the top three students who do the best during the tournament will receive a scholarship to any one of the national universities.

There is a lot of scary politics behind the tournament. Those who participate in the tournament, but do not make it into the top three are never heard from again. It is like they disappear off the face of the earth.

Eventually, Septimus finds out why when his success is threatened by the other participants.

#wip: final legacy #writeblr #writeblr community #wip intro #writers on tumblr #writers #writer #small writeblr #camp nano 2019 #camp nanowrimo #original writing #new writeblr #wip #wips #my wip #science fiction #dystopia #dystopian fiction #fantasy

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johnnysseocute · 6 years ago

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Enemies to lovers - Lee Donghyuck

Warnings lot of cursing, a little kiss, FLUFFF !!

A/N: this is unedited but its kinda cute i worked hard pls enjoy

when donghyuck hates someone he HATES them

its just the gemini in him

like it didnt take much for him to hate yoy either

you and mark shared a class so ofc when you and him started hanging out around the dorms and shit he wasnt having ut

walking around with your cute laugh and beautiful smile HYUCK WAS NOT HAVING !! IT

so when you tried to introduce yourself he was weirdly distant and a little rude

which was confusing a bit to you bc you couldve sworn you were smiling your winning smile to try and win him over but he wasnt won over

and from then on the glares and bumping began in the halls

and from then on you couldnt stand him

you had no idea what his problem was all you knew was he had a sly comment whenever you said anything and continuously glared daggers into your skull

so fuck hyuck ! AAAAA I HAD TO

you and your mutual hatred for hyuck made it a lil awkward for you guys to all hang out

like mark or any of the other dreamies wanted you to come over to the dorms they wpuld always have to go through the petty arguments yall had Y/N v hyuck !!

and one day after a huge argument over some dumb shit it was over what movie to watch smh mark sent donghyucks grumpy ass into the room to have a talk with him

"i dont even know why you hate them they've literally done nothing to you"

mark was right but he still sat on the bed w his arms folded pouting ITS VERY CUTE MIGHT I ADD

so mark knowing hyuck continue

"y'know yall are very similar i bet thats why you hate them so much, its like when little boys pull little girls pigtails on the playground bc they have a crush on th-"

"FUCK OFF MARK, IM NOT 8"

and mark laughed bc he knew he was right and he knew donghyuck knew too so his work was done

"come out when your ready to be civil and apologize"

but ofc while mark was giving hyuck his mini talk jaemin and jeno sat you down and told you they hated seeing their best friends hate each other

so somehow with the help of jaemins very convincing smile you agreed to hang out with hyuck ... alone

so when donghyuck came out to apologize you said sorry too and offered the cute little 'friend date' idea jeno came up with

before donghyuck could say he would rather die mark stepped saying he agreed setting a time and date so you two can finally get to know eachother

you guys met up at a local cafe to study

and at first it seemed like it would be a complete disaster

but you both showed up trying your hardest not to be complete asses

you both ended up ordering the same thing which hyuck laugh a little

maybe mark was actually on to smth abt the similarity thing but he would never admit to mark being right

"wow maybe your laugh isnt annoying"

your comment making you both laugh

you guys continued the lil study session it getting more bearable over time

finding out abt that you guys have some of the same interests

like music, tv shows, movies ALL KINDS OF SHIT

yall were just clicking and it was surprising but nice

and it was almost time for you to go hone so hyuck panicked and said that he didnt understand a certain section of the notes so he asked of you could teach him it "even though your still dumb as shit"

he made sure to add so you wouldnt ofc get the wrong idea

"but coming from the dumb ass asking me for help but go off !"

and for the first time both of yohr insults were lighthearted and left hyuck feeling a little fuzzy inside and when you left he just sat there

like what the fuck was he doing he understood those notes he fucking wrote them he just wanted you be there back with him,,,, just the two of you

he couldnt stand being in the room with you but now he wanted to spend as much time with your bitchass as possible

so this continued for a couple of weeks

he continued not to understand things and help you with the things you understand too

his insults began to lose their edge and turned into things like 'u cute loser'

and he began texting you more often and somehow getting more touchy with you, offering to walk you home and playfully trying to hold your hand

mark ofc noticed how he would ask abt you more often and try his damn hardest to somehow wedge you into the convo

"so hyuck hows your study sessions Y/N going ??"

"fine, theyre pretty dumb"

mark turned around to scold him but he stopped bc he saw him,,,,, smiling,,,,, the lee donghyuck was smiling,,,,, all bc of you

and then. thats when mark knew.

"WHAT YOU TAKE THAT BACK I DO NOT LIKE THEM THATS FUCKING GROSS EW"

buuuuut mark saw right through him, hed known donghyuck for way too long so he pushed him more

"so you dont like anything abt them ??? at all ??"

"i mean they're not that bad i guess. kinda cute and funny and they have the cutest little giggle and they way they scrunch theyre nose an-"

"OH MY GOD I KNEW"

"THAT MEANS NOTHING YOU DUMB BITCH LEAVE ME ALONE"

so hyuck went to bed with a lot on his mind and ofc the next day he had to see you

on your study session he was weirdly quiet and wasnt giving you his usual witty retorts to any of your comments so you knew something was off

"hey hyuck is everything alright i know you really cant stand me but if theres something wrong im here to talk"

"HOLY SHIT I THINK IM IN LOVE WITH YOU"

shit shit shit he didnt mean to blurt it out like that you just looked extra cute that day and you were beong extra sweet and plus you used his nickname AND IT WAS TOO MUCH FOR HIM !!

as he went to apologize and desperately look for a way to cover it up

"HOLY SHIT I FEEL THE SAME WAY"

and he froze,,,,,,

"ITS JUST I THOUGHT YOU STILL HATED ME SO I WAS SCARED TO ADMIT IT BUT I REALLY LIKE BEING AROUND YOU AND YOURE SO CUTE HYUCK I JUST WANTED TO KISS YOU"

"OH MY GOD I WAS TOO SCARED YOU HATED ME STILL LIKE THATS WHY I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING BUT IT WAS KILLING ME BC MY GOD YOU ARE CUTE Y/N"

so basically you and hyuck screamed abt you guys liked eachother for a good 5 min until yall calmed down and just giggled

but it was already time for you to go so you asked him to walk you home in the quietest voice and his heart dropped

like yes !! you cute bitch !!

and he actually held your hand this time swinging it and lifting it up to kiss your hand every once in a while just to hear your giggle

and it was sooo nice to actually be able to express how he felt abt you

and once you reached your house, you gave him a quick peck on his lips holding his face in your hands

"now i want a real date you cute loser"

"whatever you say you adorable dork"

and with that donghyuck was off with the brightest smile on his face

until he remembered he would have to see tge dreamies and all their smug asses

but for now he'll just bask in the fact that the cutest person to walk the earth just kissed him

#nct #nct reactions #nct reaction #nct scenarios #nct dream #nct 127 #nct u #nct mtl #nct drabble #nct donghyuck

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swishandflickwit · 6 years ago

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Shirbert — whenever you're ready 1/1

Summary: The first time they touch doesn't go quite as planned—most plans rarely do. But Gilbert always has a way of bringing her back to herself.

Words: 1.4k

Rating: General Audiences

AN: Shirbert future fic because I’m trash for AWAE and S3 seems like forever and a day away.

Many thanks to my AWAE ladies @ofshipsandswans and @acourtoftruelove — you guys, if I fly it’s only because you have set me free. Like the song says, you are the wind beneath my wings (smh so corny but it's truuuuueee!)

Song (and title!) inspiration: Surrender by Natalie Taylor

Also on: ff.net | AO3

The first time Gilbert touches her, it is not a happy memory.

He caresses her wrist, lightly, feather touch even, but all it does is takes Anne back. Back to the Hammonds, where no one held her except to punish her, where Mrs. Hammond would grip her wrist so tight the skin around it would turn deathly white and she'd leave bruises the shape of her bony fingers (and even then it wouldn't be the worst bruise she'd receive because it would only be the prelude), where Mrs. Hammond would shove her outside and across the dirt, where her knees would be stained red and muddy as Mr. Hammond struck her with his choice of the birch switch or his belt, both of which she so despised, his mark hitting true despite being a drunkard, again and again, till her skin was a mottled red to match her hideous hair, till she hurt so badly that she couldn't bear to sit at all the next day and maybe even after then. She thought she was passed this so how strange it was to her, that this would all come flooding back after many a years living with the tender love of the Cuthberts, after knowing the warmth of Gilbert's reverent gaze. So she freezes, all the heat that he incites within her siphoned from that simple touch and she thinks, rather hysterically, that this is it—she has scared him into leaving her for she has revealed herself, her true self, the quiet, fearful child she's always tried to hide behind the pretty words, the brazen opinions, the foul temper and the wild calls for adventure. She is but a seagull with a crooked wing, doomed to be grounded. For what is a bird without flight? What could such a crippled thing deserve?

Certainly not Gilbert, she thinks desperately, with his doe-eyed sincerity and his pure heart. No, she certainly did not deserve Gilbert, and Gilbert certainly deserves more than a broken thing like her, with her cracked mind and her fragile, glass heart. She thinks of running and instead she runs her mouth for that's the fastest thing about her, Lord help her, she can't even break properly. And so she tells Gilbert all that she's never spoken of, not to the Cuthberts, not to Diana or Cole, not to herself, alone in her room during her evening prayers and not even to the darkest of nights or the most blinding of mornings when both feels as if the entire world was holding its breath in perfect stillness and everything that could ever happen in that moment was a secret between you and the heavens. She speaks and she speaks and she speaks till her words feel like spilled ink across a white carpet except she isn't pouring words, she's pouring her heart and it is bleeding bleeding bleeding over Gilbert's worn shoes and staining the wooden floorboards of his home and isn't that we she does? Because she is broken and she is a blotch and she is a shame and—

"Anne!"

A voice other than her own, his voice, startles her into silence. Softer, he tells her, "Breathe." And that's when she notices the shortness of her breath, the blackening at the edges of her vision. And so she tries to breathe but it suddenly feels as if she's forgotten how and the panic wells within her chest, a minuscule pin of an annoyance that grows into an anvil and she's lightheaded and—and—

"Breathe." Gilbert. He reminds her. "With me."

She focuses on his chest, on the way it rises and falls, on the way it expands as it fills with the sweet air of Spring and contracts as he exhales, the heat of it a fervent whisper against her already hot cheeks. She manages to catch her breath, only to have all her demons dancing across her mind, daring to steal it once again and just as she feels the depths of despair yawning before her and ready to drag her into its clawing grips, Gilbert brings her back, her name almost like a benediction on his lips. When their gazes meet, she feels awful struck for she has seen many looks on Gilbert's face, smug, bereaved, triumphant, defeated, joyous and resplendent, always resplendent, but never this, as if she were standing in front of a mirror.

"Anne..." he murmurs.

As if he was broken too.

"You're wrong," he declares with a shake of his head and they may be older but some things are far beyond the valleys of hope to ever change and the need to prove each other right almost overrides her fears. She is about to protest when he barrels on, ardently.

"You are not broken. You are a sculpture, you are clay. You're a mosaic of all these lives you've touched, lives that are made beautiful because of you." He smiles, the curl of his lip and the slightness of his eyes seeming to convey, Including mine.

(Which is silly, cause he has always been beautiful, even if she hasn't always wanted to admit it)

"And you are made beautiful because of all the wondrous things you give to the world." He stops smiling all of a sudden. It brings a new gravity to his next words, as weighted as the look in his eyes. "There has never been more whole a person as you."

And then.

Stillness.

Silence.

Her mind, for once, has gone quiet.

"I once asked you if you ever needed any dragons slayed and, this may be no dragon but—whatever you need of me, however impossible, just ask and I will do it because I'm always going to be here, for you. By your side is where I always wish to be,” and do her eyes deceive her or is that a blush blossoming in his cheeks? And she would dearly love to tease him, if she were sure her own face was not as heated from the passion with which he speaks, the air around them heavy with his pronouncement. “I mean, that is of course, if you'll have me. I'm yours," he murmurs, his palms supinely bared to her, kneeling as if she might actually be a queen and he, her loyal knight. "Use me as you please."

Use me, his mouth conveys.

Touch me, his eyes declare.

...

So she does.

Lightly, first, much as he did—a ghost of a touch. She pads a finger down the bridge of his nose only to make her way to the shapely arch of his brows. And then there are his cheeks edging to the cut of his jaw, rough from the hint of stubble and sharp enough to cut a diamond with. Which brings her to his lips, the softness of it contrasting oddly to his jawline. She traces the shape of it with her thumb, the cushion of that cupid's bow, the lambent curve of his smile. It's what makes her sink to his level as well though he remains that much taller. So much so that she must tip her head a tad back to meet his eyes, that scorching ashen scrutiny screaming at her, touchmetouchmetouchme—

Till, finally, unable to contain himself he utters, albeit beneath his breath, "Touch me."

"I'll do you one better," she grins because of course in the spirit of competition, she simply must, she places both her hands firmly on his chest—which had been gradually moving towards an erratic dance to match his breaths. And then she tilts her head.

And slants her lips atop his.

So, yes, perhaps when Gilbert Blythe first touches Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, it isn't the brightest of moments.

But when breathing each other in fades into the need to breathe at all, when Anne finds her hands buried into the thick strands of Gilbert's hair, when Gilbert discovers (and delights) in the futility of space between their bodies, their foreheads touching and his arms curled like vines around her waist, when their hearts feel utterly entwined it's as if they might fly out of their chests only to wrap themselves in one another as their bodies seemed to have done, well then.

That's when the moment Anne Shirley-Cuthbert touches Gilbert Blythe, really touches him, becomes a memory with enough light to power all of Canada, bright enough to rival all the stars in the universe.

Bright enough to set her shadow demons ablaze.

Let me know if you have any requests ;)

#anne with an e #awae #shirbert #anne shirley cuthbert #gilbert blythe #shirbert ff #shirbert fan fiction #awae ff #awae fan fiction #shirbert future fic #shirbert fluff #swishandflickwit ff #yo #these two have completely taken over my life #can we fast forward to s3 already

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smorebin · 7 years ago

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S/S to DAY6 seeing a cute person and deciding to volunteer at the daycare they work at

Anon asked: DAY6 scenario of meeting a cute girl from church & getting close to her by joining the baby daycare & watching her take care of the babies rly well? heheh thank you <33

Notes: I made two adjustments to the ask if that’s okay! I changed it to a gender neutral pronoun because I like to include everyone in my writing when I can, and I don’t know the religions of all the members so I wrote according to the religions that I was aware of! Still, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!!

(wow he looks cute here... UR NOT EVEN MY BIAS JAE STOP)

Jae:

Jae would be hella shy 24/7 around them, especially if he just saw them like sitting in a pew and found out from a friend that they worked at the church’s daycare. Aside from volunteering at the daycare to get closer to them, he would actually realize how much he loved hanging out and playing with the kids.

He was too busy focusing on his fingers hitting chords and strumming against the acoustic guitar strings as the little kids sat around him in a circle singing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” to notice that you had stopped cleaning the mess the preschoolers had made from an afternoon snack. Even if he was singing a childish song, you wouldn’t be able to tell with the way his raspy voice complimented the rather high key. When he finished the song and the children finished clapping and shouting at how well “Jae-Jae” had done, he looked up to see you smiling and applauding him as well. He had to duck his head as he let a blush creep up his cheeks.

Children’s parents had started to show up around 5 pm to pick up their little ones and as he was putting his guitar back in the case he overheard a conversation that you were having with one of the parents.

“It’s so nice to see your boyfriend come in to play the guitar for the children.” The mother smiled at you.

You responded with a slightly blush and a shake of the head. People saw you as his significant other? Do we look good together? Do they like me back? A million thoughts swarmed his mind as he lowered his head to hide his blush as he zipped up the guitar case.

After all the kiddos had gone he was waiting for you to lock the daycare doors as he sat on a railing. Once you were done and appeared by his side, before you could say goodbye he worked up an extra ounce of courage. “Do you want to have dinner with me? There’s this great little shop up on the corner.” to which you gladly accepted.

(what kinda dork is this???)

Sungjin:

Someone who would totally try to act cool and suave around them and totally fail. But in all honesty the kids loved him so he ended up coming on days even when the person he was crushing on wasn’t working in the daycare because he also really liked working with the kids as well. They’ve basically adopted him and the person he is crushing on at this point. They are their daycare “parents”.

Let’s just say Sungjin’s brightest moments weren’t inside the daycare. From letting the young girls put his hair in pigtails and the boys to climb on his shoulders and arms as if he was a living jungle-gym. Then again who could blame him when he was trying to impress you with how good he was with kids. Though, while you were trying to get them to calm down for nap time (with the few older kids helping out) he was too busy play wrestling the five year olds and winding them up. The only time that they would actually tend to behave when Sungjin was around was when he pulled out his guitar and played a soft lullaby for them to fall asleep to.

It was a rare occasion when Sungjin got you to join in on his antics with the children. It was recess time and he was running around in a game of tag with a young group of boys and girls when he suddenly ran up behind you.

“TAG YOUR IT” He said, voice slightly raised, in your ear. Before you could turn around he was already halfway across the field with a bunch of preschoolers on his heels. With a rather competitive spirit, you couldn’t just let him get away with that, could you? So you raced out into the field and beelined towards Sungjin in an attempt to get him back.

The children were running around your feet, happy that you were playing along until you suddenly tripped, before you could land in the mud you felt a strong grip around your waist and looked up to see Sungjin’s concerned face above your own. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to get you hurt.”

When you nodded and hid your blush, he smiled. “Let me take you out to lunch to make up for it one day. I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

Brian:

Actually didn’t decide to work in the daycare but because there was an afterschool academy in the same complex, he decided to get a job there. He saw it as a double win because one, it wasn’t volunteer work and he got payed. And two, he got to see you every day. So when he walked out to have lunch and he saw you, he ended up spending his lunch in the daycare to which the kids got him to play the piano and sing before he had to go back to work.

He had just started his “lunch” break when he walked out of the door he saw you standing in the hallway struggling to carry in bags of what appeared to be crackers and juice boxes. Before you could topple over and drop all that you were carrying, he appeared in front of you, putting his hands under the boxes and urging you to hand them off to him. “Do you have a lot of kids in the center today?” He asked as you gave a sigh of relief from the weight lifting off your shoulders.

Giving a small hum you asked him about how it was at the academy and he responded with a slow before you went to open the door as he helped you carry the snacks inside. Upon seeing Brian, the kid’s surrounded his feet but when you told them off, they backed away slightly to avoid tripping him.

Once the food was set down he helped you pass out the snacks anf sat with you at a regular sized desk once everyone was fed.

“You know, you should really eat more than a protein bar and green tea, Brian.” You looked up at him from the salad and sandwhich sitting infront of you.

“I’m fine, plus, it keeps my energy up.” He waved the protein bar wrapper infront of your face.

“Please eat, I’m not even that hungry today.” You pushed a half of your sandwhich towards him. “If not I’m forcing you to go to dinner with me, that way I know you’re eating.” Brian had become a close companion since he started working at the academy.

“I’ll guess I have to skip out on the lunch today.” He laughed and threw the snack wrapper into the trash. With a groan he stood up and pushed in the chair before turning to the door. “Don’t forget about that dinner you promised me, Y/N!” He gave off in a sing song voice before saying goodbye to the kids and shutting the door behind him.

(people need to stop sleeping on a smile as bright at the sun smh)

Wonpil:

The exact opposite of Sungjin lmao. Honestly always questioning himself on whether or not he looks or sounds super dorky in front of his crush when in reality is the type to make them blush 24/7 without even realizing it. Loves the kids, the kids love him back. They all refuse to go to sleep unless he is there singing a lullaby.

It was one of the few days that Wonpil wasn’t able to come in and help around the daycare which was rather odd because whenever you had a shift he asked to pick one up at the same time. Something about prior engagements.

It was right around 1 in the afternoon which meant it was time for the kids to take a nap, except all of them were fighting it because “Wonpilie-hyung” and “Wonpilie-oppa” wasn’t there to sing them a song before they could drift off into dream land. After fighting them for the past hour, you went to your last resort which was to call Wonpil in hopes that he would be free enough to sing the children to sleep for few minutes.

Afraid that he wouldn’t even pick up you were surprised that he was on the line after the second ring. “Hey Y/N. Is everything okay, did the other volunteer not come in?” His voice was straining to speak over the obvious background noise that sounded like rather inconsistent bangs to a bass drum and torturous sliding of keys on a piano.

“Ummmm, it sounds like you are busy, maybe I shouldn’t have called.” You were already second-guessing yourself and started to pull the phone away from your ear, ready to hang up, sighing in the fact that you would have to find another way to make the children fall asleep.

“No-no-no, let me just get to a quiet hallway or something.” He quickly cut your small rant off, and soon the strident noises were no longer heard. “Is there something wrong?” His voice came through the phone cracked but still lyrical as ever.

“Ummm.” You hesitated. “I’m having trouble getting the kids to sleep and I was wondering if you could maybe, sorta…”

“Of course I’ll sing them a song Y/N.” You could practically see the beam cross his lips. “You should’ve just asked.”

The children were finally asleep and you were out in the hall in order to no disturb them. “Thank you so much for helping me get them asleep, I know you weren’t exactly planning on having to deal with them today. I swear your voice is the most soothing thing to them.” You smiled. The next thing you knew, a blush was rising through your neck to your temples.

“Is it soothing and sweet to you?” When there was no response on his side he quickly attempted to cover it. “Was that way too cheesy?”

Finally gaining your bearings you smiled. “No, I like hearing your voice everyday.”

(y’all he’s so cute how in el mundo is this possible?!?!?!?!?!?!)

Dowoon:

Ummm he is still a child. Lol, no honestly when he first came in to volunteer, all the kids were slightly scared of him because of how deep his voice was. But soon enough he was the one that they would ask to do weird voice impressions or act like a reporter and a character in a game that they were playing. ULTIMATE KING OF PLAYING HOUSE. But suddenly gets super shy and his voice cracks when the kids ask his crush to play house with them and make Dowoon and them pretend as if they were married. If only he knew how much they were also screaming on the inside.

It was a Thursday night and a couple parents had called saying they had to work a little bit late so you and Dowoon had agreed to keep the daycare open until the last child had left with a familiar face. As a way to pass time for the tiring kids, you both had agreed play a small game of house and the first thing the young matchmakers had done was place you and Dowoon in a VERY domestic relationship.

In order to act out the fantasies of the young ones, you and Dowoon pretended to play the part of husband and wife while they ordered both of you around as if they were directors to a broadway play. Everything had gone as it would have: the usual fight over something petty, the lovely ‘makeup’ hug, cooking dinner together, pretending to eat the said (plastic) dinner; that was until the mischievous kids decided to take a different route. They ran up to Dowoon and you could see the blush rise to his ears despite the low lighting. He promptly shook his head and the children giggled before nodding their heads vigorously. Which he vigorously shook his head even harder. At this point you were curious about what the conversation had been about but before you could ask, the children’s parents came walking through the door and you and Dowoon were forced to lift yourself off your haunches to properly greet the adults.

Once the children and parents were gone, you were finishing cleaning the last of the day’s mess up with the help of Dowoon when the previous sight appeared in the back of your mind.

Bending down to place a toy into its proper bin you called out Dowoon’s name which he responded with a small sound of acknowledgement. Taking it as a sign to continue, you asked him about a conversation with the young sister and brother duo from before. Without a response you figured he wasn’t going to answer but when you stood up and turned around, you were met with Dowoon’s lips meeting your cheek, before quickly stepping away.

“They told me to kiss you but I wasn’t going to do it infront of the children.” He mumbled under his breath before he went back to sweeping the floor for any crumbs.

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in33years · 7 years ago

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Complete Recap, Details & Thought Starters [1x1 “Secrets”]

Sliding everything under the cut so as not to expose anyone to spoilers…

What follows is:

A complete 1x1 recap

Rundown of details from this episode that seem important (to me)

Questions/statements from the episode that I’m pondering…

RECAP

Damn. The first scenes of this damn pilot got me. You’ve got a man (Michael) hanging himself with an eerily specific suicide note left beside what we’d assume is a family portrait… Then you have a boy (Jonas) waking with a start, in a cold sweat, downing pills, clearly distraught… and then a bit later, Jonas’ mom is straight up fucking some guy (Ulrich) while Jonas is trying to decide what the hell he can salvage out of the fridge for breakfast… uh, WOAH.

Needless to say, I knew within minutes that this show was gonna be a wild ride.

Next, you’ve got an intro to Peter Doppler, who is apparently Jonas’ therapist, taking a walk with Jonas in the woods checking in on how he’s been doing these past few months since his father’s passed. Jonas has a breakdown of sorts (poor baby) about how many unanswered questions his father’s passing have left him with.

We meet Ulrich’s family next and they’ve got what feels like a quirky if not a tad bit tense family dynamic. It’s a bit fun at first glance. There’s Ulrich (fresh from another woman’s bed and a jog through the woods), his wife Katharina, daughter Martha (who seems to be a bit of a social activist), older son Magnus (brooding bad boy?), and youngest son Mikkel who is just too stinkin’ adorable with his skeleton PJ’s and his magic tricks.

Jonas goes to school and has a short exchange with his friend Bartosz Tiedemann, wondering if Bart told anyone that he’s been away getting treatment for the past couple of months, and Bart lets him know that the lie he’s spread is that Jonas was away in Paris on an exchange program playing “hide the baguette”. (L O L)

Next, Ulrich walks into the police station and we learn that he’s an officer. Erik Obendorf’s parents are there raising up a stink about their missing boy. They feel like the police haven’t done enough to investigate and both Ulrich and another officer, Charlotte Doppler (Peter’s wife), are fighting to calm them down.

A mysterious figure emerges out of a cave wearing a black, hooded coat!!!

Cut back to the high school where Magnus, brooding bad boy that he is, is skipping class, smoking a joint. Franziska Doppler (Peter & Charlotte’s daughter) happens upon him and they exchange some barbs. “Shouldn’t you be inside with the geeks?” is Magnus’ first thought and Franz comes back with a cool, “Should the son of the principal be smoking a joint in school… especially such shit weed” after taking a hit. And so maybe she’s not much of a geek at all, huh? ;-)

Back inside school, there’s an assembly and Jonas and Bart are waiting in their seats when Martha walks in. Jonas smiles at her so big that my heart almost bursts but Martha is giving him a look that reads “oh, shit…”. Jonas looks downright horrified when Bart and Martha kiss and Bart takes her hand. Martha looks clearly uncomfortable and then asks Jonas “how was France?” which makes it obvious that they haven’t talked in some time. Martha’s mom, Katharina, comes up on the stage to start the pep rally, begging the kids to come forward if they know anything about Erik’s disappearance, while Jonas can’t tear his eyes away from Bart and Martha’s joined hands… This is a moment, right here, y’all. I want to delve deeper into it. I will, too. You’ve been warned.

At the station, Charlotte and Ulrich are talking about Erik’s disappearance, too. She seems convinced that this is connected to Ulrich’s brother Mads and has a deeper meaning, which is interesting. Ulrich thinks not, and seems to think that Erik may have just run away of his own volition.

There’s a gorgeous, lavish-looking Hotel Winden and Regina Tidemann’s (Bart’s mama) at the front desk taking a call from the bank, begging for a deferment on payments. Evidently business isn’t going well, due to the disappearance of Erik (because who wants to vacation in a town where a kids’ just gone missing?… But honestly, I think the bigger question is who wants to vacation in a town with a nuclear plant? I mean, Amiright!?)

Bart and Jonas are in class and Bart’s somehow found out that Erik left his stash of drugs in the Winden Caves before his disappearance. Bart thinks their crew should go snatch it. Jonas seems to think that’s crazy…

Now, Ulrich’s visiting his mother, Jana, who apparently he hasn’t seen in a while. She’s seen something in the woods again. “A dark figure with a gigantic looking head”. But Debby Downer Ulrich doesn’t believe her. She’s also found a candy bar wrapper in the woods and it was Mad’s favorite candy…

Then there’s older Helge Doppler (Peter’s dad, Charlotte’s father in law), staring off into space in a haunting scene, chanting “it’s gonna happen again.”

Okay, creepy scene alert! Here’s where the show catapults us into this strange little room - the brightest scene that we’ve seen by far, totally contrasting the dark, gloominess of Winden - where “you spin me right ‘round” in all it’s 80′s glory is playing on an old box TV and the missing kid, Erik, is laying on a bunk bed looking… concerned. Worse, there’s a super terrible looking chair-thing in the center of the room…

Then we get The Squad in the school hallway. Jonas and Bart meet up with Magnus and Martha (and Bart and Martha kiss… again… poor Jonas) and they go back over the plan to steal Erik’s drugs from the caves that night to smoke some of and sell the rest. Oh and Franz and Magnus have another awkwardly tense run in, too… there’s a story brewing up in there there, btw. And we need more of it. Jonas is the deciding voice, eventually, with his definitive “Okay, let’s go to the caves tonight.” And that seems to be all the group needs to hear to decide to move on it.

Back at the Nielsen house, Katharina is cleaning up (But is school over already? Why isn’t she there? She’s the principal… right?) and finds what we’d assume is another woman’s hair on Ulrich’s sweatshirt. It’s the same sweatshirt he pulled on after sleeping with Hannah that morning so like.. we know it’s hers. Katharina sniffs the sweatshirt, too. For good measure. She’s definitely suspicious… and for hella good reason, smh.

Hannah’s at work in the nuclear plant as a masseuse and she’s massaging Aleksander Tiedemann (Regina’s husband, Bart’s dad). Aleks seems a little melancholy over the fact that the nuclear plant is closing soon. Apparently it’s been almost 33 years to the day since he first came to Winden.

Ines Kahnwald enters now (Michael’s mom, Jonas’ grandma), sitting in a doomy gloomy living room, receiving a voicemail from an angry Hannah about how Jonas hasn’t seen Ines in months and how the power in Hannah and Jonas’ house is out again and how, according to Hannah, Ines is “sick”. Ines doesn’t seem that bothered by Hannah specifically, though. She’s all about the “suicide note” that Michael left behind which she’s got in an ornate little box, at the living room table, staring anxiously at the clock over her shoulder, waiting for it to be after 10:13pm.

Trifling Hannah show’s up at the town meeting at the high school and hugs Katharina who may suspect Ulrich is up to something but clearly doesn’t suspect it’s with Hannah. Hell, they seem to be friends because Katharina hugs Hannah, asks how she’s doing, gives her a warm smile…

Cut to The Squad meeting up in the woods to grab those drugs. Jonas and Martha are there first and they have an exchange - Martha giving something like an apology for this thing she’s got with Bart now. Apparently she wrote Jonas a couple of texts while he was away but was scared to send them because of how Jonas’ dad died last summer. Somehow the texts felt “wrong”. Jonas swears it’s okay. Then Martha has a case of deja vu about feeling like she’s been there in the forest with Jonas before…

Magnus and Mikkel show soon and despite Martha telling Magnus that he needs to take their little brother back now, they don’t, Bart showing up and bopping Mikkel on the back of the head before one of my favorite lines from Magnus: “Hey! Only I can do that!”

As the group sets off into the forest, older Helge is loose on the streets, still chanting “it’s gonna happen again”…

Back at the town meeting, Charlotte is addressing the adults in the town, asking people to stay vigilant and report anything they hear about Erik and Katharina is talking about how there’s new security measures at school. Regina is real mad during this, and it’s obviously because the increased security measures and whispers about there being a murderer in Winden is hurting her hotel business. Regina’s taking it personal and her and Katharina have a smidge of a heated moment right there in the meeting as Hannah sneaks out…

With The Squad, sweet Mikkel is worrying about Erik’s disappearance as the crew walks through the woods. He says, “So what if Erik’s lying dead somewhere and no one finds his body? That would be the worst. Even if you’re dead, you’d want to be found”… this is poignant, especially later when we find out what happens to Mikkel and how he becomes connected to Erik…

Older Helge busts up in the Winden community meeting and Charlotte stops him. He asks “is it already too late? it’s gonna happen again!” and the only thing he’s regarded with are curious and pitiful stares as Charlotte leads him out of the assembly room.

Meanwhile, we see that Hannah’s snuck out to meet Ulrich behind the school and they’re now kissing in what looks like it could be the very same alley where Franz and Magnus had their moment earlier in the day. I don’t wanna judge nobody but… that’s messed up, Hannah!!! His wife is literally right inside!

The time has finally come for Ines to open Michael’s letter… but as she does, we get no insight into what it says just yet…

The Squad reach the spot where Erik’s drugs are supposed to be and surprise, surprise, Franz has beat them to it. She tries to sell it back to them for a couple hundred bucks and then Bart has the nerve to actually snatch it from her and push her down. I was really surprised when Magnus didn’t step in here to Franz’s defense, especially knowing how he feels about her and having just seen her get pushed down in the dirt… But, shit, I suppose chivalry is dead ‘round Winden, huh?

Anyway, the whole little scene is interrupted by a growl-like sound booming out of the Winden caves, twigs snapping nearby, and the sudden malfunction of all of the flashlights that The Squad are holding. Needless to say, the group takes off running for their lives in what’s one of the scariest scenes of this episode.

Jonas falls and when he gets up is when he realizes that he’s lost sight of Mikkel who, just a few seconds before, was running by his side. It’s blood curdlingly scary when Jonas hear’s someone… something… call his name. And when he turns around it’s his father, seemingly back from the dead, staring at Jonas, covered in a strange black liquid. Jonas bolts and it’s pouring rain now. When he meets up with the rest of The Squad there’s a terrifying moment when they all realize that they’ve lost the youngest of their group, Mikkel.

Back at the school, older Helge looks up into the rain as Charlotte leads him out and says, “It’s too late to stop it” just as the Winden adult’s all start getting phone alerts that interrupt the meeting and Ines closes the “suicide note” back into her special box and collapses over it.

In the woods, Ulrich, Charlotte, Regina and Hannah are all running to their babies, embracing them. They’ve heard the news. Ulrich takes off into the woods with his flashlight, yelling for Mikkel, but we get the feeling that it’s much too late… there seems to be no one out there to find but Ulrich does hear the same ominous sound booming out of the cave again just before the scene cuts.

The next morning, the nuclear smoke stacks are still billowing faithfully but the people of Winden are morose. Charlotte and Ulrich are out in the woods where the police are conducting a full out investigation. Peter calls Carlotte and says he needs to tell her something but Charlotte rushes him off of the phone and he’s left to stand alone in their study, praying the serenity prayer to himself.

A body is found in the woods and Ulrich has a gut wrenching moment of gently removing the leaves from the body before realizing that…. it’s not Mikkel.

We cut back to that scary, bright room with the dangerous looking chair and now Erik’s being strapped into it, a penny on a red string being placed around his neck just before the machine’s head lock-thingy is closed over his eyes.

DETAILS THAT SEEM IMPORTANT

Mother’s Day, 1986: the date on the childhood pic of Mads & Ulrich at his mom, Jana’s house

June 21, 2019: the date of Michael’s suicide

November 4, 2019: “Present day” where Erik Obendorf has been missing for 13 days and the town’s nuclear plant is soon going to be shut down with a stellar record of no incident

November 4, 10:13 pm: the do-not-open-before-this date/time on Micheal’s “suicide note”

The scar on Aleksander Tidemann’s back during the massage scene with Hannah.

The Walkman found with the body of the dead boy who turns up in the woods the morning after Mikkel’s disappearance and the 80′s sounding song that it’s playing, “we fall through the time stream then awaken from a dream”…

“The question isn’t how. The question is when.” - Mikkel to Ulrich after his magic trick at the kitchen table.

“You ever find yourself wondering where you took the wrong turn in life? When your life started becoming the exact opposite of what you always wanted it to be?” - Ulrich to Charlotte a the station after they discuss Eric’s disappearance.

“You know this whole business with that missing kid, Eric? It’s like your brother back then. Everything’s repeating itself. Everything’s like it was, 33 years ago.” - Jana to Ulrich at her home.

“Just because you can’t see past your own nose, doesn’t mean there’s not really weird stuff going on out there. The kinda stuff that the nuclear power mafia keeps secret from the public.” - Martha to Magnus.

“The light? The forest? It’s as if it’s all happened before.” - Martha to Jonas in the woods, before The Squad meets up to grab Erik’s drugs.

“My dad used to say good and evil is a matter of perspective.” - Jonas to The Squad in the woods.

THOUGHT STARTERS FOR PONDERING

1. How long do we think Hannah and Ulrich have been sleeping together? Since just after Michael’s death? Like, was this whole affair a coping mechanism against the grief for her? Or do we think they were sleeping together even before Michael passed? I mean, I could sympathize with the former a bit more than the latter but if this show teaches us anything it’s that people are capable of some pretty fucked up things. What do you all think?

2. The yellow piece that Mikkel makes “disappear” in his kitchen table magic trick… does that thing remind anybody of a tiny Jonas in his yellow rain coat? Think about that… Jonas disappearing… or more specifically, Mikkel making Jonas disappear… hmmm.

3. Notice that Charlotte seems to already suspect something weird going on in Winden when she and Ulrich are at the station talking about Erik’s disappearance… She seems to already be making a connection to Ulrich’s brothers’ disappearance… just wanted to throw that out there… She’s got a head start on a lot of the others where that’s concerned.

4. There are two times when Jonas seems distinctly mesmerized by the smoke stacks at the nuclear plant: once when he’s riding his bike to school and then later, in the woods, when The Squad are going to steal Erik’s drugs. For a kid who’s grown up his whole life in Winden, you’d think those things wouldn’t be anything special for him anymore. Hasn’t he been seeing them there billowing smoke since… well, forever? What exactly is it about the vision of the smoke billowing out of the stacks that draws him in so?

5. When Michael appears to Jonas in the woods after Mikkel is lost, he’s covered in black liquid of some sort. The first thing I wondered was whether or not it’s actually black rain/ nuclear fallout. I mean, Jonas has been mesmerized by the smoke billowing out of the nuclear plants all episode long, hasn’t he? Could it be that in some alternate time, the plant has malfunctioned and Michael was near enough to it to be affected by the fall out?

6. When Peter calls Charlotte while she’s out at the crime scene after Mikkel’s disappearance, what was he wanting to confess? Was he going to confess the affair he’d had? Or was he going to share something about Winden’s disappearances/the body about to turn up in the woods? Because later on in the series we learn of what he sees in the cellar and how he’s not exactly innocent in all this…

Whew! Okay, long post dunzo. I know these episodes can be a bit mind bending so if anyone’s confused, I hope the full text recap of 1x1 up top can be helpful.

Y’all, please hit me up and let me know what you think about the questions/statements I’ve raised or if you’ve got some of your own. Let me know if you caught any other little details that you think should be recorded here so that we can come back to them. I’m doing my best to create thorough records here so that as the season continues to build, and Season 2 builds further, we can come back and remember key points from the episode and think about how they relate to what is revealed about Winden’s past, present and future.

Much love and can’t wait to talk with those of you in this fandom more!

(tagging my new friends: @bobwithextramullins; @windener, @coloradoartistspotlight)

-Janelle

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