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Cold Hands, Warm Heart
Part 1 â Iâm Just Dreaming Of Tearinâ You Apart
â¸ď¸ Summary: Practicing for the Spring Championship preliminaries with your longtime crush wasnât something you expected and neither was being treated to coffee by the man you despised most in the world, yet both happened in the span of a week. Besides figure skating competitions and hockey games, your best friends created a game of their own involving money and your love life.
â¸ď¸ Pairing(s): Hockey Player!Mingi x Figure Skater!Reader, Figure Skater!Hyunjin x Figure Skater!Reader
â¸ď¸ Genres/Tropes: College AU, non-idol AU, rivals to lovers, but it's more like one-sided resentment, hockey AU, figure skating AU, angst, fluff
â¸ď¸ Warnings/Tags: female reader, no use of (Y/N), a lot of swearing, petnames (princess), mention of drugs and sex in a joking manner, use of alcohol, chaotic friendship, friendly fights, a lot of side-characters, mingi is a bit of a dick, MDNI!!!
â¸ď¸ Wordcount: 16.5K
â¸ď¸ Author's note: I'm finally uploading this!! I know I said it was going to be an oneshot, but I wrote too much to post it all in one go so I decided to make it into a mini-series instead. There will be five parts to Cold Hands, Warm Heart and I'll upload every Friday starting from today. It's crazy to think I've been writing this whole thing since October last year, like what?!
The first part is more of an introduction to all the characters and me easing you into the plot rather than starting off too strong with the main pairing, so there isn't a lot of scenes with Mingi, but there will be plenty in the future. Anyway, I won't keep you for too long! Enjoy and tell me your thoughts â¤ď¸
This is all fiction and not meant to represent any idols involved in any way or form. This work is not for minors as it contains explicit scenes, not just sexual content but descriptions of both physical and verbal fights, and adult language. Minors, please refrain from reading or interacting with this work!!!
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The sound of blades against ice and the smell of a freezer empty of food brought you great comfort, and it continued to do so for a century and a half. The ice rink was your second home â not the college or your grandmaâs house â heck, you could maneuver the place better than your own home. Abel Korzeniowskiâs Charms blasted pleasantly through the speakers in the hall as you stood in the middle of the ice with your hands raised and knees slightly bent. The arena was completely empty, which wasnât anything weird considering it was six AM on a Monday. You slowly moved across the ice in sync to the music, leaving all your thoughts and worries in the parking lot outside. There were only you and the ice.Â
As the music gradually picked up its pace, you began doing light spins and jumps. You imagined the arena to be packed with people, their excited eyes following your elegant figure, and cheers going off like cannons after every stunt. In tune with the music reaching its turning point, you propelled yourself up and spun in the air, only for the melody to be abruptly cut off. A short static echoed in the hall as the AUX was rather harshly unplugged from your phone, making you lose your footing and fall on your ass.
The ice beneath was hard and cold, and it numbed your whole left leg except for the burning pain that flared up in your backside. You had to physically hold back tears as you stood back up on shaky legs.
âMajestic as always, princess, but Iâll have to deduct ten points for that eye captivating fall.âÂ
A chorus of laughter and gloves pounding against the plexiglas averted your attention for a split second, and the picture of an audience watching wasnât much of an imagination as the whole hockey team stood by the entrance of the rink.Â
You masked the expression of hurt and threw a glare towards the music booth planted between the penalty boxes. Rephrasing, you threw a glare at the guy inside the music booth. If there was anything figure skating couldnât help you with, it was Song Mingi, the right defenceman of the Blue Wolves and the biggest douchebag known to mankind. The mankind in question was you.
âPiss off, Song. The rink is booked until 10 AM.â
The large man leaned into the mic, a smug grin on his stupidly handsome face, âCanât do sweetheart. We have an upcoming match against the Red Tigers, so we need to practice.â
In three strokes you reached the worn out glass separating you two.Â
âListen here, punk,â you breathed out a cloud of fog. âI donât care what you have or when you have it; the rink is occupied, so take your little pack of chihuahuas and fuck off!âÂ
Mingi made himself comfortable on the chair, hands intertwined behind his neck and long legs perched up on the desk. He was not going anywhere unless it was on that ice.
âI guess weâll just have to wait until youâre done.âÂ
âWait, wait! He said what?!âÂ
In the midst of retelling the events of your morning, you were interrupted by Keeho. Everything about his judging tone told you he was more than disgusted at the new piece of information and a peek at his face â lips slightly curled, front teeth exposed, and eyes squinted â confirmed your suspicion. Keeho was very vocal with his opinions, vocal and bold, and you picked up on that in the short time you got to know him. Thatâs why you werenât surprised to see his hands resting on his hips, adding that sprinkle of sass you both loved and despised.Â
âYes!â You exclaimed exasperatedly and bit into your spring roll.Â
Choi Dasom, your roommate and childhood best friend, wore her signature sweet smile that made her cheeks chubbier and outshone her fiery red hair. She, unlike you and Keeho, was delighted to hear about your terrible morning, especially at the mention of the one-who-shall-not-be-named.Â
âWipe that grin off your face, Dasom.â
You squinted at her overly happy expression. There was no malice to your words and if it werenât for your ten year long friendship she wouldnât have mustered up an even bigger smile, showing off her pearly whites and dimples. No one could ever be mean to Dasom, one look at her round face and sparkly eyes, and theyâd be wrapped around her pinky like a phone cord. She was just that cute. If they somehow managed to look past her cuteness then they'd have to deal with you or Keeho and that was never a pleasant outcome.Â
The three of you sat criss crossed on the floor of your and Dasomâs shared apartment. An array of takeaway boxes littered the usually clean room as you caught up on each otherâs lives; in other words, they listened to your venting about a specific hockey player.
âI just donât see how this connects to your broken phone screen,â Keeho said and mentioned to the device beside you, sneakily hastening you to get to the âjuicy partâ as he referred to it.Â
Too blinded by the simmering anger you waltzed right into Keehoâs trap, granting him new gossip worthy material. Not that he had anyone to share it with besides the two of you, but he liked knowing everyoneâs business, something you swore would come and bite him in the ass sooner or later.
âWell, my dear Keeho, wait til you hear the rest of the story.â
The heel of Mingiâs foot hit your phone, hurling it to the ground. A taunting âoopsâ fell from his lips, but he stayed seated.Â
âAre you kidding me!â You shouted from inside the rink.Â
In a flash you were beside Mingi, inspecting your phone for any injuries. A big, singular crack stretched from one end of the screen to the other and you could feel invisible steam erupt from your ears. The phone survived so many concrete collisions and water incidents, but it obviously had to break at Mingiâs hand (or feet).
âOh, did it crack?âÂ
Mingi stood up, eyes cast on the screen and hands shoved into his gray sweatpants. Not an ounce of concern or remorse crossed his features and you didnât know what made you more angry - his nonchalance or mere presence.
âDid it crack? Did it crack?!â
âAlright, no need to shout.â
You knew after a full year of constant bickering and mean pranks that Mingi wasnât all that well. Maybe he got one too many blows to the head, suffered far more concussions than convenient, who knew?Â
You tried giving him the benefit of the doubt multiple times, which proved to be useless, and it took a broken screen for you to finally realize that. A curse so foul it would have his ancestors turning in their graves rested on your tongue, but as you opened your mouth, a puck aimed at your head was flung at the plexiglas, shutting you up in an instant. The same heinous laughs from earlier echoed around you, this time from inside the rink.
You stood there, phone in hand, and hopelessly stared at the sight before you.
Mingi watched the whole thing play out and didn't say a thing. Not that he had much to say, it was his idea from the start. The guys wouldn't stop complaining about you hogging the ice and the least he could do for his team was to get you off. That way he could also get his daily dose of prancing on your nerves.Â
It was like killing two birds with one stone.Â
Until he awkwardly stood there, contemplating whether to apologize or serve you with another snarky reply.Â
He ran his hand through his ashy blonde hair. All the thinking was starting to tire him out and he just wanted to put on his skates and blow some steam off. You were being unfair. They needed the rink more than you, but you just couldnât be nice and give in for once.Â
âNo hard feelings, princess.â
âWow, he really is a dick,â Keeho muttered while examining your phone. âWell, I mean, we already knew that, but I didnât think heâd be that much of a dick.â
You hummed in agreement as he passed the device to Dasom.Â
âNo, Iâve always known and Iâve been telling you guys so for the past year but no one listens to me.â
âHey! I do and Iâve always agreed with you; itâs Dasom whoâs being poetic and shit.â
The girl giggled at Keehoâs bluntness. âIâm not being poetic, Kyo. I just think thereâs more to him than meets the eye.â
You and Keeho exchanged knowing glances, emotionless eyes and lips set into firm lines, silently agreeing she was tuning into her artistic side. Her smile, bright as ever, didnât falter, and she simply shrugged before slurping down the last of her food. Keeho clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and flickered her forehead.Â
âWow, what happened to common decency? Table manners, hello?â
âOh, thatâs rich coming from you. I saw you spit out that chicken,â you butted in with a roll of your eyes.
âIt was all rubbery andâ ugh. I canât swallow that!â He defended himself while pointing at the overly chewed piece of chicken on his plate and pushing it closer to your face. You flinched back and hurled, the noise activating Dasom too, and soon you were all in a never-ending fit of retching.
âItâs the last time I let you bring a friend into our circle!âÂ
You recalled the day Dasom introduced you to Keeho and youâve regretted it ever since, but there were moments you actually found joy in his company and they served as a reminder of why you put up with him in the first place. At the end of the day you still agreed to have study sessions at the library with his nose in a thick literature book and your fingers dancing across your keyboard.
âCan you, I donât know, not abuse your laptop like that? I canât concentrate with your loud fingers.â
âYou sure it isnât your thoughts keeping you distracted? I mean, Iâd be too if my voice was that annoying.â
Keeho gifted you his signature glare, which you grew immune to. âOkay, first of all ouch and second of all, fuck you, my voice is not annoying or loud for that matter either.â
âThen go back to your reading.â
âI canât,â he whined and closed his book with a thud, then slid his arm over the table, his cheek resting against his bicep with a pout.
A mere two hours passed since you met up outside the coffee shop closest to the university and not once did he shut up. From ordering your drinks to finding an empty table in the library his mouth worked and at first you saw it as a good thing, thinking heâd run out of things to talk about by the time you started studying. That lasted for about three hundred words in your essay.
âKeeho-ya, go back to reading. We still have some time before your shift starts.â
âI knooooow, but Iâm tired and this shitâs boring me out.âÂ
You threw a quick glance at the book he was referring to, Animal Farm, and for once you understood him. The piece wasnât the most interesting literature in the world and Keeho wasnât that hard to entertain so it was pretty shit. Books based on real-life stories or romance themed novels were his favorites; anything other than that was a no-go and wouldnât keep him occupied for more than five minutes.
âWhy canât we read The Outsiders instead? Itâs so much better and more realistic. Like, when are pigs ever overthrowing the government?â
You snorted and pushed your laptop aside, taking the book in your hands. The cover did little to lure you in and it was no surprise that Keeho found it boring. He was like a child, giving his undivided attention to anything flashy and colorful. You quickly flipped through the pages and nearly passed out at the never-ending words before putting it back down.Â
âIâm pretty sure Orwellâs talking about the Russian Revolution back in the nineteen-hundred and the pigs are supposed to represent Trotsky and Stalin.â
âYeah? Well, itâs still boring and doesnât really call out to me.âÂ
You hummed in understanding, âYou donât have much of a choice, Kyo. Read it or donât; youâll still have to write an essay about it.â
Keeho whined in agony and smacked his forehead against the table, once, twice and on the third smack you hit the back of his head with the book. He jerked back up and rubbed the spot you just whacked, his hand running through his black hair, doing little to soothe the pain.
âWhat was that for?!â
The librarian, a woman old enough to be your grandmother, shushed him from her desk. Icy eyes were shooting daggers through her half-rimmed glasses and if it werenât for her age Keeho would challenge her with a glare of his own.
âWhat was that for?â He repeated but in a whisper, glancing between you and the librarian, checking to see if she heard him now.
âTo get you motivated. Now, read,â you hissed and turned back to your work, purposely ignoring the stare of Ms. Bang. She wanted you to shush, then youâd damn well stay shushed.
Keeho sighed obnoxiously and stilled as his gust of air reached your face, but you held your ground and played it off as nothing. You knew if you showed any sign of irritation heâd just continue to annoy you until you caved in and left for the day. With your determination you managed to stay rooted to your seats for a while and if it werenât for Keehoâs yelp about being late to work, youâd probably be there a little longer. Hastily you threw your stuff in your bag and ran out of the library with Keeho in tow. You didnât miss the scowling look of Ms. Bang. Knowing she didnât sign up to deal with annoying brats when applying for her job, you offered her a tight-lipped smile as an apology.
âTell Dasom I need her help after work!â Keeho shouted and sprinted down the street, not bothering to wait for the reply you still gave him.
âText her yourself!â
Nonetheless you whipped out your phone and as you were about to unlock it, your eyes fell on the four digitals showing 11:50 AM. A low âshitâ slipped past your lips and identical to Keeho, you took off running towards the training facility.Â
If you werenât dressed and ready for practice in the next ten minutes, itâd be better if you never showed up. Your coach had a set of ground rules he established the moment you were assigned his trainee fifteen years ago.
Come on time, be presentable and ready.
Have a clear and motivated attitude.Â
And most important of all, trust your coach.
Jung Hoseok, your coach, wasnât stern per se. He was a really sweet and kindhearted man who taught you everything you knew about figure skating â from gliding backwards to your first upright spin â you owed this man everything. Although he had a kind soul, a heart shaped smile and dimpled cheeks, you knew better than to defy him. After all, it wasnât his thoughtful persona that brought him success. Courage, discipline and taking risks did.Â
Summoning all the cardio exercises done in life, you managed to turn the seven minute journey into five, sparing enough time to change into your practice clothes and skates. The October wind did little to prepare you for the chilly temperature inside; your nose, cheeks and ears were painfully cold despite the thick scarf wrapped around your head.
âIn time as usual,â Hoseok commented as you walked out of the changing room, a whistle dangling down his neck and eyes cast on the clipboard in his hands.
âIâd never dare be late for your practice, Coach.â
âAnd I take pride in that. Now get on the ice, we have a lot to do.â
With that you took off your pink guards and did a little stretching. Routinely you wiped your hands down your thighs, you liked to imagine it as a way of leaving any misfortune off the rink. It was a silly thing you did years ago and it stuck with you since then.
âAgain!â
The rite must have lost its charm because everything was going to shit. Not once did you finish the whole number, messing it up halfway through and being forced to go from the top only to fail on the same part.
You huffed out a clouding breath of air and skated back to the center of the rink. Mr. Jung watched you from the sidelines, sporting a frown so big you wanted to cry. His nose faced the ceiling and his arms crossed over his chest. It wasnât a good sign, how could it be when you were messing up big time? You shied away from his piercing eyes and took your stance, one arm elegantly thrown over your head that followed its direction. The other hand was professionally relaxed by your side and legs steady on the blades. You started slowly just as the video showed you a handful of times. Gliding backwards and forwards, your arms moved in swirls as you gradually picked up the pace. The first jump wasnât anything extravagant, a simple triple-toe loop.Â
Easy, you thought after landing and prepared yourself for the next takeoff.Â
The video you watched with Mr. Jung showed a recording of him doing the Salchow jump going straight into a sit-spin as the music quickened.Â
It was hard to move to the sound of nothing besides your own breathing and blades scraping against the ice. With music you could at least time yourself better and get lost in the world of imagination. You held your breath as you pushed up from the ice with your right foot, doing a light spin and landing on your other blade then snapped into a sitting position with your left leg connected to the ground. The other was stretched out with its heel facing outward and your arms stacked on top of each other straight out in front of you. After the sixth spin you graciously straightened out your skating leg and stood up, arms moving to your chest and then forward again as you checked out.Â
You continued sliding around the rink, building up tension and fully catching the attention of the imaginary audience. Your dominant foot continued facing forward and the other turned in the opposite direction, legs squatting to form a square. The core of your body flexed as you arched your back, creating a âCâ with your whole being. Cold kisses ghosted along your neck and ears, fingers an inch from the ground. With little to no effort you snapped back into an upright position and prepared yourself for the highlight of the choreography â the part you couldnât land â a triple axel. The second you saw Mr. Jungâs number, you knew youâd be struggling. You were a good skater, but not a magician. A triple axel would take a lot more than some wishful thinking and an hour of practice.
Did that knowledge lighten the burden on your shoulders? Not in the slightest.
Nonetheless you approached the jump with confidence, the key to every success in life, and prepared yourself to jump. With a steady breath and enough speed you kicked up from the ice and rotated in the air; once, twice, and three times before gravity pulled you down, starting the landing phase. The blade of your skates skimmed the ice and just as you thought you had landed it, you became one with the ground.Â
Your thigh took the majority of the fall, but it still hurt and if you didnât know any better youâd think your femur was broken. With shaky legs you stood back up on your skates. A whispered curse slipped out as you rubbed your knuckles along your thigh. You didnât know what hurt more; falling or failing. The sound of a whistle cut through the arena before you could take your starting position. You halted in place and turned to Mr. Jung who held the same solemn expression throughout the whole number. The walk from the center to him was short and your lips pursed in disappointment. He was cutting practice short. It rarely happened, some days youâd even go over time.Â
âWeâll stop there for today. Iâll send you the choreography. Study it thoroughly and come mentally prepared next time because weâre not quitting til you land it.â
You fiddled with your fingers and nodded at his words.Â
âGreat, get some rest until then, yeah?âÂ
âIâll stay a little longer.â
He raised a brow, slightly surprised at your spirit. After your last fall he was sure youâd be frustrated beyond belief, too tired to continue and too angry to give up. He smacked his lips, âAlright, one hour tops. Donât overwork yourself. Resting is a slow way to success but itâs still a way.â
Before Mr. Jung completely took his leave, he turned to you one more time. âIâll be back to take my things. If youâre still here by then Iâll make sure you donât attend the competition at all, understood?â
You jumped into a military stance, back straight and fingers pushed against the side of your head.
âSir, yes, sir!â
You deflated the moment his figure disappeared behind the big metal doors. After fifteen years of skating under his watchful eyes, you knew his threat wasnât an empty promise. Leave it to Mr. Jung to make you anxious about the competition months before D-Day. You squished your cheeks between your hands and delivered two slaps to each side of your face.
âCâmon, focus.âÂ
Ten tries, ten fails and ten bruises later zero progress was made. One would think youâd do better without Mr. Jungâs breathing down your neck like a dragon, but there you were barely landing a single axel. You were one fail away from ripping your hair out.
âFuck me sideways. What the fuck is my problem?â
Skating with a jumbled mind would do you no good, so with a quick breathing practice you pushed all your thoughts aside and tried again. You swore it would be your last try before going home.Â
Starting position. Triple-toe loop. Salchow jump into a sit-spin. Double axel.Â
The muscles in your thighs and abdomen burned, begging you to stop. Before you could plummet to your knees and throw a mini-tantrum, clapping sounds echoed in the silent hall. You jerked your head up with a scowl on your face. The person had to be taunting you; nothing about that was applause worthy.
The last person you expected to encounter on a Tuesday afternoon, let alone receive praise from, was Hwang Hyunjin. The prettiest guy on campus. He looked just like the day you first saw him, unbelievably handsome. The top half of his black hair was hiding beneath a beanie; the rest fell to his neck and some strands obscured his face. A face sculpted by Phidas himself. Pink plump lips, big eyes and a slim nose. Taking in his relaxed form, eyes quickly roving over his broad chest and down to his slim waist, you thanked the heavens that he wasnât your coach. You wouldnât survive one session with him leaning against the border, hands gripping the border and veins appearing on his pale forearms, eyes trailing after you.Â
Your heart slammed against your ribcage as he waved. The charming smile he gave you warmed your cheeks as a smile of your own grew. It was no wonder girls swooned over him, he truly was beautiful and this was him dressed in a simple black shirt and tights. He looked even better dressed up. Inching closer to where he was, you grabbed the railing and held onto it for dear life. Your legs wobbled like Bambi on ice and you werenât ready to fall flat on your ass in front of your crush and fellow figure skater. A timid âhiâ fell from your lips and your heart landed a perfect triple axel as he greeted you back.
âYour program is great.â
You giggled like a schoolgirl and bashfully looked away, and then back at him again. âItâs not even near what itâs supposed to look like.â
This was the most you said to each other in the span of a year. You never did much talking besides polite âhellosâ and âgoodbyesâ coming and going from the rink yet you knew more about him than your childhood best friend.
âReally?â
You mustered up a nod, afraid to embarrass yourself with words.
âDo you mind if I join you then?â
Whatever you did in your past life to earn this must have been something noble, perhaps serving a king or saving a village from starvation. You nodded again, your lips perking up and eyes shining with excitement. As Hyunjin faced away from you to put his skates on, you buried your head in your hands and bit back a worrisome squeal.
âBy the way Iâm not like doing this to coach you or anything. I just thought you looked a bit⌠distracted and could use some help to loosen up.â
âWell, if it makes you feel better I could really use the help, coach or not.â
He huffed a soft chuckle at your honesty and skated to the center of the rink with you behind.Â
âIâm happy to be of service.âÂ
He mockingly bowed and you allowed yourself to laugh, feeling your whole body heat up despite the cool arena air.
âOkay, so put this on.âÂ
Hyunjin handed you his beanie and your eyes widened as the rest of his hair fell around his face. You wondered if it felt as soft as it looked. You gently pinched the black material between your hands â even his clothes were soft to the touch â and put it on. Hyunjin hummed as it covered your ears and head, then he gingerly reached out and pushed it over your eyes.Â
âCan you see anything?â
âNo.â
âPerfect. Just stay right there,â he said, his blades cutting the surface grew more and more distant by the second. There was a lot of trust put in his hands and you were starting to feel foolish, standing there like a stick figure with an expensive cap covering your sight.
âDo you hear me?â
Your head snapped towards his voice and you nodded.Â
âOkay, come find me.â
The whole time you cautiously moved along the slippery ice you couldnât help but think how silly it must look for outsiders. You conclude that if it werenât for Hyunjin and your stuttering heart, youâd never agree to this. He continued speaking out in the open, some sentences long and others consisting of a word or two. Getting the hang of skating blindfolded you sped up, arms stretched out in case of toppling over and as you were about to give up, your left hand came in contact with a warm surface.
Hastily you snatched the hat off your head and blinked fast at the bright lightning. Your heart stilled as you looked into Hyunjinâs scrunched eyes, a wide and dare you say proud smile overtaking his features. The cold air nipped at his rosy cheeks and nose, even his ears, and your fingers itched to cover them.Â
âFound me,â he chuckled at your struck expression, parted lips and raised brows. âWanna go again?â
The game continued for a few more rounds and with every new try you channeled your concentration better. On top of that you trusted your other senses to get you across the ice without flying head first. Best of all you werenât as flustered around Hyunjin anymore. The eye contact lasted longer and you werenât a stuttering mess. The last round was going great. It was your fastest game yet. As Hyunjin called your name you thrusted your arm out, practically flinging yourself forward. Your fingers clasped around the air and not the warmth of Hyunjinâs body you expected. A panicked gasp died in your throat as your feet flew under you and back gravitated towards the ground. You braced yourself â as much as one could do â for a concussion. Instead of feeling the hard ground, arms wrap around you. One hand resting between your shoulder blades and the other on your lower back.
âGotcha,â Hyunjin whispered.
On instinct you grabbed his shoulders and pulled yourself closer to him, chests nearly touching and noses inches away. You could see a faint beauty mark below his eye, a feature you hadnât known of before and heat rose to your cheeks at the sudden proximity.Â
âYou good?âÂ
âYeah,â you breathed out as he moved you upright, his hands respectfully resting against your hips while yours slid around his neck. Your head turned downward, too nervous to look him in the eyes. âYeah, Iâm good.â
Hyunjin opened his mouth, but you didnât get to hear what he had to say as an agitating voice beat him to it.
âSo the princess finally found her prince.â
You jumped from Hyunjinâs hold, his hands falling to his sides, creating a space big enough for two other people between you with your head whipping towards the entrance where a familiar figure stood, tall and bulky. The sly smirk painting his chiseled face was a sharp contrast to your scowling lips and wrinkled nose.
âAnd I see youâve yet to find your manners.â
Something about Song Mingi brought out the devil in you.Â
âYou just have to ask nicely or is that too hard for you?â
The fifteen equally bulky guys all dressed in red and black gear behind him laughed at his remark. Children, they were a bunch of children.Â
You threw them a glare they were more than acquainted with and in a poor attempt at masking your embarrassment, you kept your head down and stomped out of the rink, and walked through the group of guys that separated like a shoal of fish afraid of a great white shark. With record speed you grabbed your stuff and bolted for the changing rooms. Not once did you stop to think about the beautiful figure skater you left behind as your mind was occupied with intriguing images of delivering punches to the whole hockey team, starting from the shortest to the tallest.Â
Bag slung over your shoulder and hands tucked deep in the pockets of your jacket, you strutted out of the arena. There was no way youâd head home now. Dasom had a group project sheâd work on until late and you didnât feel like being alone knowing the violent sound of bodies colliding and pucks sliding across ice would taunt you in the silence.
The bell above the ice cream parlor dinged as you stepped inside. The pleasant smell of freshly baked cones and vanilla extract hit you hard. The customers inside brushed you off, too immersed in their milkshakes and desserts to care about a girl with a scowl.Â
âHello and welcome to Kimâs ice cream parlor. How can I help you this fine evâ what the hell are you doing here?â
âHello to you too, Kyo,â you greeted, dropping your bag on the floor by the counter seats.Â
âBad practice?â
âTry a bad day.â
You propped your elbows on the desk and tiredly leaned your chin on the palms of your hands. Keeho hummed, already preparing your usual order.
âYâknow Iâm always up for some tea, but Jiung called in sick today so weâre one man short.â
You tried your best not to visibly deflate. The one time you needed to vent and get it out of your system no one was there.Â
âThatâs okay. Sânothing a banana split canât fix, I guess.â
âComing right up, sweetcheeks. Itâs on the house just for you.â
New customers filled the little shop and you noticed your presence by the counter was still distracting Keeho so you did everyone a big favor and moved to a vacant seat by the big windows. The ice cream went down your throat and found its new home in your stomach. Youâd usually be more strict with your food intake, having to be a certain weight and whatnot but some days just couldnât be helped, especially when practice left you feeling like the biggest failure in the world and if that wasnât enough then Mingiâs presence was a good enough reason to treat yourself.
Before taking your leave you sent Keeho a smile; he reciprocated and positioned his hand up to his cheek, the thumb and pinky finger extended in opposite directions. You chuckled at the gesture but nodded nonetheless. One way or another Keeho would end up hearing about your shitty day.
âHello,â you called out as you gently threw your keys in the strawberry-shaped bowl â a housewarming gift by yours truly, Yoon Keeho â on the console table by the entrance.
âIâm in the kitchen!âÂ
You carelessly shrugged your coat off, allowing it to drop to the floor by your shoes and bag, before running off in her direction. Dasom softly hummed to a song playing on her laptop and you immediately relaxed as the melody reached your ears. There wasnât a dent of worry in her life and you were grateful for that. At least one of you was in a good mood.
âHey Dae-Dae,â you exhaled and plopped down on one of the four chairs around your dining table.Â
Dasom wore a pink apron decorated with a big white heart over her knitted sweater and jeans, with a pair of matching mittens covering her hands. The apron was more for show than shielding her clothes from baking.Â
âIâm baking cookies.âÂ
Minutes later you were sitting on the kitchen floor with a big plate of chocolate chip cookies between you and a cup of milk each. You picked up a cookie and moaned at its aroma of caramelized sugar and chocolate. Nevermind the banana split you inhaled twenty minutes ago, you were treating yourself for the rest of the night.
âHow did the project go?âÂ
Dasom took a long sip of her milk trying to hide the way her lips curled upward. You nudged her thigh with your toe and wiggled your brows.Â
âItâs exciting, a bit out of my comfort zone, but itâs still fun. We are actually working with the art majors. Everyoneâs partnered with someone from the opposite class.â She dipped a cookie in her cup before continuing, âSo the art majors have to write a poem about passion while we, creative writing majors, have to paint it.âÂ
âSo the roles are reversed and how are you being graded on that exactly? Like no offense Dasom, but you kind of suck at drawing.â
âSee thatâs what I thought too, but the professors said we shouldnât focus on how good our drawings are, but rather what it is we try to convey. Plus, they said we are paired up for a reason, so I guess we are supposed to ask each other for help?â
You hummed in understanding, it made more sense when she put it that way. âSo who are you partnered with?â
âKim Hongjoong.â
âThe weird guy with the blue hair?â
âItâs black and white now, and heâs not weird, just⌠unobtrusive. Hongjoongâs actually kind,â she defended.
âMmm, I donât know Dae-Dae, it sounds awfully close to what you say about Mingi.â
Her invisible dog ears perked up and her tail wiggled excitedly from left to right. The hockey player was only ever mentioned after a run-in with the guy, both Keeho and Dasom knew that.
âDonât keep me waiting!â
With another bite of your fourth cookie you spilled everything like an overflowing bucket. Starting from the study session to the unsuccessful practice and Hoseokâs disappointed look to the sweetest and most unreal moment with Hyunjin that was later ruined by Mingiâ
âOh my God!âÂ
Dasom dropped her cookie and jerked back, not expecting you to shriek like a banshee. âWhat?!â
The sudden realization of whose presence you forgot in the rink hit you like a truck. An uncomfortable heat twisted your guts as your thoughts began to spiral. You buried your head in your hands and as if that wasnât enough he witnessed you explode on the whole hockey team, heard Mingiâs embarrassing taunts and watched you run out.Â
âMy outburst! I completely forgot about Hyunjin!â
âOhâŚâ
A silence settled over the kitchen. Neither of you knew what to say because what could one say in moments like these? A pat on the back and a somber smile would suffice although it wouldnât ease your worries. A few seconds passed and Dasom eventually cleared her throat.
âYou know what could be even worse? Like the cherry on top?â
Like a child, you peeked from behind your fingers. Eyes heavy and lips in a pout, âWhat?â
âStarting your period.â
Your childhood friend possessed an extravagant vocabulary with a cupboard full of advanced words and phrases. She could easily go on a poetic rampage about how you should see things from the brighter side or that some things happen for a reason. Yet she settled on a simplicity she knew would make you crack a smile.
âAmen to that.âÂ
You clinked your cups in a toast and downed the rest of the liquid like a shot. Milk clung to your upper lips like a childish white mustache and you broke out in laughter, pointing a finger to your index finger pointed at each otherâs faces.
âI was thinkingââ
âUh oh, that never ends well.â
Dasom pouted and delivered a soft kick to your thigh. âAnyway, I was thinking we could have a girlsâ night on Friday. Keehoâs invited too, obviously.â
âObviously,â you chimed.
âWe can paint our nails, watch movies and eat a lot of snacks. Whatcha say?â
Mentally picturing the schedule of the week, you figured youâd need a day off and agreed to her idea.Â
The sharp noise of a whistle blew through the arena and the eighteen guys clad in hockey gear and skates gathered along the centerline. The first half of the players got into position and awaited the second signal from their coach while the rest of the team stood behind their designated partner. As the high-pitched sound cut through the silence, the first batch bolted from their marks and the remaining guys shimmied closer to the line.
There were a lot of fun things about hockey, like boarding your opponent or shutting down their offenses. The lesser good was receiving penalties or a game misconduct, but the absolutely worst thing about hockey was the cardio exercises.Â
When Mingi signed up for hockey practice at the age of five, he didnât think much would come out of it. He was too uncoordinated with his legs to play soccer and his towering height didnât make him any better at basketball either, but hockey on the other hand⌠Everyone was clumsy when it came to skating on ice. Like newborn foals, they were all shaking on their skates with hockey gear too big for their little bodies and barely able to locate the puck through the grid on their heads, Mingi managed just fine. The gnawing thoughts of standing out and being the worst amongst his peers wasnât something little Mingi entertained anymore. Instead, he focused on growing and being better at the sport he actually enjoyed playing. As he got older, hockey got more serious and his interest for the sport broadened. His role model changed from his dad to Kim Kisung, and his big collection of Pokemon cards was replaced by hockey ones instead.
The dunk of a gloved hand collided with his back and Mingi took off like a rocket. He wasnât the fastest or the most agile on the team, but he was great at using his height to crush explosive little wingers and it was the secret recipe of what kept him able to go for so long in games. There was no bigger joy than putting a stop to otherâs plays and when there wasnât anyone to stop or pucks to steal, the hockey Mingi loved was something he loathed. The ripping and slicing of multiple blades on ice sounded through the arena and despite working out five out of seven days of the week, Mingi still felt out of breath as he stopped a few steps over the centerline.
âA new lap is added for each player that slows down!â The old man standing by the entrance barked.Â
Mingi could feel all eyes turn to him and if he wasnât so busy catching his own breath, heâd gift them all with a good olâ âgo fuck yourselvesâ.Â
âYou heard the man, Song. Donât let him catch you slowing down.âÂ
Turning his head to the right, the smug face of Jungkook came into view. Jungkook was a prime example of little wingers Mingi expertised in crushing. The player (both off and on court) behaved like the youngest of the team, despite being one of Mingiâs seniors, which gave him immunity to everyoneâs wrath.
âDonât make me remind you how itâs to be sent flying into the borders, JK.â
Throwing a quick glance at their coach, Jungkook smacked Mingi in the back of his head, which did little to no damage and only meant the helmet was doing its job of protecting Mingi from concussions.Â
âItâs Jungkook-hyung for you, brat.â
âSong! Jeon! Less talking, more skating!âÂ
There was in fact not less talking and more skating, and the penalty resulted with three more laps for the rest of the team and a bunch of curses hurled at the instigators.Â
âI donât get why you just donât ignore him,â Intak complained as he wrapped a white towel around his waist and ran his hand through his wet strands.Â
Mingi followed suit, his own towel similarly tied around his waist and another smaller one thrown over his head soaking up the water dripping from his hair.Â
âYou know how he is,â Mingi defended and plopped down on the bench to easier rummage through his bag for a change of clothes. âHeâd just say something else until I finally explode.â
âI know, but bro, weâve been doing bag skates for weeks now. One of you has to give in and itâs gotta be you.â
Living up to his zodiac sign, Mingi was awfully stubborn and a sore loser, there was no way heâd ever let up.Â
âYeah, sure I might as well let him trample all over me while weâre at it.â
Intak, who moved over to the square mirror attached to the wall, caught Mingiâs eyes in the reflection and his own widened as an imaginary light bulb popped over his head. Adjusting his red cap â a stark contrast to his bleached hair â he turned around and his mouth formed into a suppressed smirk that looked something between puckered lips and a smile. Weirded out by the smuggish-look on his friendâs face, Mingi reeled back and raised a brow.
âWhat? Why are you looking at me like that?â
âNo reason, no reason at all.â
âHe probably just clocked why that figure skater puts up with your dumb shit,â Matthew or BM, as everyone referred to him as, answered and plopped down on the vacant spot between them.
BM was one of the guys who challenged Mingi in both height and mass. They were similar in body proportion, but BM carried more muscle and had a few years on him, not to mention he was a force to be reckoned with in the defense zone. Definitely a key player of the Blue Wolves.Â
âPuts up with my dumb shit?â
âYeah, all that teasinâ and makinâ fun of her.â
Scratching the back of his head, Mingi didnât quite get what they meant. He wasnât really making fun of you per se. They were just harmless jokes and, well, you did actually hog the rink for the past few weeks and you were so easy to rile up.Â
Throwing a black hoodie over his head, BM filled the silence that came with Mingiâs thinking. âI get sheâs cute, but weâre past that boys-pick-on-girls-they-like typa bullshit.â
âI donât think sheâs cute,â Mingi retaliated.
âNah, every girl is a lil cute and that one is definitely cute.â
âWhatâs this? Tea time and you donât invite the Jeon Jungkook?â The winger threw an arm around Mingiâs shoulder, and a whiff of fabric softener and pear reached his sinuses. Â
âDidnât need to, we knew youâd invite yourself anyway,â Mingi muttered and jabbed a thumb into the olderâs side that immediately freed him from the unpleasant hold.
Jungkook scrambled to the opposite side, legs spread wide and forearms falling back on the wooden railing of the bench.Â
âDonât be mean just because you canât talk to girls like the rest of us.â
Growing more agitated the longer the conversation went on, Mingi threw his stinky jersey at Jungkook and snapped, âThe fuck you mean I canât talk to girls?â
âLast time I checked, you donât need to fuck up a girlâs phone to get her number, but I do have to say itâs an interesting technique. Tell me how it goes for ya, why donât you?â Jungkook scrunched the shirt into a ball and threw it back at its owner, who caught it with ease.Â
âOh, fuck you. It was an accident.â
Another arm wrapped around Mingiâs neck and his face was pushed up against a clothed torso. The unpleasant and slightly painful feel of someoneâs knuckled rubbing against the top of his head pulled out a string of winces.
âFirst you canât talk to girls and now youâre disrespecting your elders? Câmon, Mango, donât make me hand you your ass,â BM threatened with a grin, showing off his overly white teeth.
âYah, that hurts!â Mingi somehow managed to escape BMâs iron grip and caressed his hair back into place.
âServes you right, you punk.â
âI think Jungkook-hyungâs right though. Like, donât you think itâs a bit excessive? I mean, yeah sheâs annoying and shit, but dude, fucking up her phone?â Intak voiced as he zipped up his jacket and slung his bag around one shoulder.
âIt was an accident and itâs not like Iâm the only one to blame. You guys were in on it too!â
The deep chuckle of Jungkook diverted everyoneâs attention to him. âWe agreed on you distracting her, not destroying her things, baby chick. Sheâs better than me, if I was her and a guy did that to me, Iâd be fuming.â
âYeah, but what about that time she spilled apple juice on my shirt. On my favorite shirt!â
âWell, maybe if you hadnât taken the last drink, her favorite drink in fact, what was it again?â
âStrawberry milk,â Mingi answered without missing a beat and had everyone taken back at the quick reply.
â...Anyway, as I was saying. If you hadnât taken the last of her favorite drink in the cafeteria, she wouldnât have poured the apple juice all over you.â
âSo that excuses it!?â
BM stood up with Intak and Jungkook in tow, all dressed and ready to leave except for Mingi who still sat in his boxers and just a pair of socks on his feet.
âConsidering youâve been a douche toward her⌠Yes, yes it does,â BM answered and tucked the hood over his neon green hair.
âWhen was I a douche toward her?â
âJeez, I donât know how âbout the time she nearly fell on her ass and you made that whole prince charming comment. What was that about anyway?â
Jungkook butted in and leaned against BM. âYeah, what was that about? You jealous of the prince snatching your girl, Song?â
âSheâs not my girl and Iâm not jealous of a guy doing some loops on ice and calling it a sportâŚâ
The rowdy boys quietened down at the sudden jab. Books and movies presented hockey players to have a burning hatred for figure skaters, and while that could be true, it wasnât necessarily amongst the Blue Wolves. They didnât really care all that much about the sport or the athletes, but they knew the amount of hard work and effort that went into figure skating, making it a hobby far more respected than soccer. They also knew that Mingi wasnât really thinking that and only let his fiery thoughts get the best of him. Nonetheless, it wasnât cool and while they were already on the path of calling him out, why not follow through.
âNo need to be a dick, Hyung.â
Jaw going slack, Mingi threw his hands out towards Intak. âSo I get shit for calling you guys nicknames, but he gets to outright call me a dick?!â
âDid he lie tho?â
One after another, they left the changing room with Jungkook getting the last word.
âBetter hurry, baby chick, or you��ll be late for class! Remember, girls may like dicks, but not when youâre acting like one.â
Balancing between schoolwork and perfecting the triple axel, you hadnât even noticed how quickly Wednesday and Thursday flew by. Keeho burst through your door with grocery bags in his hands and a giggly Dasom hot on his heels, a little Hello Kitty tote bag hanging off her shoulder.
âBow down bitches, bow-bow down bitches!â
Quite literally you fell off the sofa, legs tangled in your soft blanket and some drool on the side of your face.Â
âWhat theââ
âWake up sleepyhead, itâs time to partyyyy,â Keeho hollered and raised the plastic bags in the air. The various bottles of alcohol, chips and popcorn reminded you what day it was.
While Dasom and Keeho prepared things in the kitchen, you were ushered to the bathroom to âwash the drowsiness awayâ as Keeho worded it. They lasted five minutes without creating chaos and by the time you returned Keeho was sliding across your kitchen with his pink fuzzy socks on, dancing to Lady Gagaâs Monster while Dasom whipped together a peanut butter cookie batter.
You were still not entirely awake and couldnât decide if everything was just a crazy dream or not. Without giving it another thought you threw a bag of dried kernels into your microwave and helped Dasom with the baking.
âOh, can you like make this pinky have a red heart and the other a green one?âÂ
Dasom nodded at Keehoâs question and gently blew on his white nails. You watched them from your seat on the couch, patiently waiting for your turn. Keeho lay on his stomach, legs dangling in the air, and Dasom sat in a pretzel position with various nail polishes and pearls scattered in small bowls on the floor.
âWe are having so much fun you guys.â
âStay still please.â
âSorry, Dae-Dae.â
A game of rock-paper-scissors decided who painted whose nails. You groaned as Keeho won and chose Dasom to fix his, leaving your fingers in his hands. It was no surprise that Keehoâs turned out to be the prettiest and yours the ugliest. Out of the three of you, he was the shittiest artist with Dasom as a close second but at least her hands were steady.
âOkay, as the winner I say we watch Coraline.â
âSlow down, you won for the nails not the movie.â
âNuh-uh.â
âUh-huh! Dasom tell him.â
After another game of rock-paper-scissors and another victory for Keeho, you had no choice but to put the movie on despite your protests about Halloween being a month away.
âItâs probably a shit movie anyway,â you said and leaned into Keehoâs side, repositioning your head so it was comfortable against his shoulder. Dasom found herself in a similar position on the other side. You each cradled a bowl of popcorn and chips.
â...You havenât seen Coraline?â
âUhm, was I supposed to?â
âWere you supposed to?! I should smack you right into the Other World with your Other Mother!âÂ
Your brows rose at his comment. A bit confused as to what this Other World was and why he referred to your mom as the Other Mother.
âSmack me and Iâll have the cops on you faster than you can sayââ
âBig boobs?â
A pinch of his bicep between your thumb and forefinger quickly shut him up and Dasom took it as her cue to dim the lights and start the film. It wasnât anything extraordinary, sure it was a bit sad, dramatic and hectic even, but not enough to work your tear ducts.
âHonestly speaking, and I mean honestly speaking, the Other Mother is kinda hot.â
âI wish you knew when to shut up.â You pushed Keeho and stuffed his mouth with popcorn. Dasom giggled at how quick the atmosphere changed, but then shushed you as the movie took a dark turn.
âYa, ya. Whatever.â Keeho stood up and cracked his back before turning the lights back on, completely ignoring Dasomâs whiny protests. âYou know what this calls for? Some driiiiinks!âÂ
In seconds the night turned from a chill girlsâ night to a full blown party.
A widely popular song blasted from Keehoâs portable speaker and he couldnât help but swing along to the sound. His ears were a burning red after two bottles of soju, but the rest of his face was white as snow. Dasom, on the other hand, looked pretty flushed all over. Her cheeks were as red as her hair and she could barely stand up without falling on her ass. She was alright though, her never ending giggles told you that. She was a cute drunk, unlike Keeho who was crazy and had you constantly reminding him why he couldnât twerk on your coffee table.
âYâknowâŚâ Keeho flung his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. The sweet smell of strawberry soju on his tongue was pleasant to your nose. âHyunjin asked about you today.â
The statement immediately sobered you up and the dizziness wasnât from the alcohol anymore. They both saw a spark of hope light up in your eyes and Dasom âoohedâ as you whipped your head towards Keeho. You licked your lips and dried your clammy hands on your trousers.Â
The only thing they had in common was being seniors and last time you checked Keeho wasnât acquainted with any of Hyunjinâs friends either. They had no reason to converse â one being an arts major and figure skater while the other was studying English literature and was a cheerleader â besides you.
âReally?â
He hummed and sluggishly continued talking, you could barely make out what he was saying. âHe ash-ked if you were-rer alrigh-t.â
Another teasing hoot came from Dasom which Keeho chimed in on with a squeeze to your shoulder. Your face burned and you knew damn well it wasnât because of the alcohol flowing through your veins.Â
âAnâand what did you say?â You fanned your face. It was really getting hot in there and Keehoâs clinginess wasnât helping you.
As the song faded into the next one Keeho gasped at the familiar lyrics coming from the speakers and immediately untangled himself from you to turn the volume up.
âI love this song!âÂ
He grabbed Dasom by her hands and twirled her around the room, her childish giggles mixing in with the funky beat and Keehoâs loud singing. In any other circumstance youâd be angry at how absentminded he was, but the boy gave you some good information and was thus easily forgiven. The thought of Hyunjin asking about you was surreal. You were certain your prissy attitude would change his perception of you â whatever that was you didnât know â but apparently not. More heat crawled up your spine, making your cheeks burn uncomfortably. You pressed your cold hands to your face in an attempt to cool down.Â
Your mouth broke out into a huge grin when it finally dawned on you.Â
Hyunjin asked about you. Hyunjin asked about you. Hyunjin asked about you.Â
The rest of the night was a blur and some moments were faintly secured in your memory. You remember dancing, singing, laughing and drinking. A lot of drinking. A never-ending buzz sounded through the whole apartment. With a moan of agony you pulled the covers over your head and snuggled violently against the cushions of the sofa. Suddenly it went quiet and you exhaled in relief. Thinking youâd be able to squeeze in another hour of sleep, you turned around only to groan again as the noise came back.
âWhy do you have the alarm on? Itâs Saturday,â Keeho said, a tint of annoyance in his grogginess.
âI have to⌠meet up for ah⌠projecâth. Canât be late.â
Whoever invented alcohol should be charged with decapitation for not inventing a cure for hangovers.
âWhat the hell did you put in our drinks, Kyo?â You arose from your position on the couch, lightly clutching your throbbing head. All your limbs ached and you wished the world would go back to sleep again.Â
âUhâ donât ask me. I donât even know my name right now.â
The rest of the morning was spent puking and shuffling with blankets wrapped around you like tortillas. None of you were up for small talk, the hangover clung to you like never before and you collectively blamed Keeho for buying so much soju.Â
âOh, shut it. Youâre at least well enough to talk. Poor Dae-Dae canât even open her eyes.â
Said girl grunted out a noise of agreement and gratitude as Keeho gently placed a wet rag on the upper part of her face. True to his words, Dasom was faring the worst. She always struggled with alcohol, both in downing it and the aftermath.
âYou shouldnât drink if youâre going to be this cranky,â you said matter-of-factly and massaged Dasomâs calves.
He gave you a nasty look and rolled his eyes. âWhatever! Iâm taking a shower, losers.â
âWhat a douche.âÂ
Dasom grunted again, her way of telling you to be nice.Â
âYeah, yeah, go back to sleep or youâll drool all over your project.â
As the minute hand showed five minutes to eleven you gathered all the empty soju bottles in a bag and gave them to Keeho, a polite way of kicking him out, and then pushed Dasom to take a shower before she took her leave. With those two out of your hair, you turned to the living room and took in the sight of chaos. There were crumbs, glitter and drops of alcohol on the floor and coffee table, nail polish everywhere and nowhere, and dishes in places you never thought youâd see. You pulled back the invisible sleeves of your nightgown and began cleaning up the mess. On a positive note you didnât have to throw the trash out and could immediately start with the dishes. Then you vacuumed the living room after wiping down every crevice you could reach and continued into the bathroom. To your luck Keeho didnât puke his intestines out, only Dasom who still had a sense of direction in her hazy state so the toilet seat wasnât drenched in her stomach acid and lunch. While you were at it you changed the sheets in your bedroom and loaded the washing machine with clothes from your and Dasomâs bedrooms.
At last you too jumped in the shower and stayed there until the warm water ran out. With a tub of ice cream and a towel wrapped around your head, you relaxed in bed. A fresh set of pajamas clung to your body as you wiggled under the clean covers. God, how you missed your bed and privacy.Â
By the time you were done with the ice cream and two movies of a random trilogy, the sky turned a pretty dark color which reminded you of last nightâs shenanigans. You glanced down at your fingers and laughed at the badly painted nails. The second Keeho laid eyes on the dark blue nail polish â or galaxy blue according to him â he announced his masterplan; a galaxy theme. The first coat was alright, but then as he got his hands on the silver glitter everything went downhill. Your nails were uneven, some having more blue and others drowning in glitter. There was nothing you could do about it or heâd sulk for a week straight, claiming you werenât a real friend and favored Dasom over him which wasnât not true but he didnât need to know that.
As you started the third movie your phone went off with a ding. Your heart fluttered inside your chest when you picked up the phone and saw who was disturbing your âme-timeâ.
Unknown ID [07:35 PM] hey itâs hyunjin
The spoon full of melted ice cream slipped from your hands right onto your lavender sheets. A low âfuckâ echoed in the room at the same time as you received one more message.
Unknown ID [07:35 PM] keeho gave me your number
You didnât know whether you wanted to kiss his cheeks or strangle him. Partially grateful, partially annoyed. Grateful Keeho had half a mind to slip Hyunjin your number and was annoyed that he completely forgot to tell you about this little piece of information during his drunken dancing.
With shaky hands you tapped in a reply and immediately facepalmed as you hit the send button.
You [07:39 PM] Hi Hyunjin :3
Before you could rip your hair out at the choice of emoticon, the front door opened and a cheery Dasom stumbled into your bedroom with rosy cheeks and hair slightly disheveled, looking like a combination of flustered and cold that you didnât put a lot of thought into.Â
Cutting right to the case, you said, âHyunjin texted me.â
She let out a squeal of pure joy and leapt onto your bed, her heavy book bag forgotten on the tidy floor as she pried noisily on your phone.
Hyunjin [07:40 PM] you up for another practice tgt?
âSay yes, say yes, say yes, say yes!â She shook your arm violently, phone barely staying in your hands.
You [07:40 PM]Â Thatâd be nice
The device was flung across your bed, landing face down as you both sat in silence. It lasted for five seconds until another message came through. You cast a glance at Dasom who was already looking at you, and then in slow motion you both dove for the phone. She landed on top of you, nearly knocking the breath out of your lungs, but you came out the winner with your hands wrapped around the phone.
âIâm scared,â you confessed and pulled the phone up to your chest. A nervous smile tugged at your lips.Â
âJust look!âÂ
Hyunjin [07:42 PM] you free this friday, 9 am?
You angled the screen so Dasom could look too.Â
âWhat do I say?â
âWhat do you say?â She smiled. âYes, of course!â
âI mean obviously, but how do I say it? I donât want to come off too excited.â
She gestured grabby-hands and you handed her the phone. Her thumbs flew across the digital keyboard and she bit down on her bottom lip, suppressing her giggles. Youâd be giggling with her if it wasnât your fate in her hands. She returned the phone and dashed to her room.Â
You [07:42 PM] Lucky you, I can just squeeze you into my packed schedule
Hyunjin [07:43 PM] see you then busy girl
You scanned the message twice to make sure you read it correctly.Â
âDasom!â
Her childish giggle could be heard all the way from her room and if it werenât for your heart almost bursting out of your chest youâd show her a thing or two about loyalty. Instead you hid under the covers. A big, warm tingling sensation filled your stomach and spread to your beating organ. You couldnât stop thinking about the messages, picturing Hyunjin saying those things in real life. It had you kicking your feet like those lovesick girls in movies and you didnât catch a wink of sleep that night.
If fifteen years of school taught you anything it was to never have high expectations. Big dreams and hopes were destined to be crushed and you could confidently vouch for that, yet there you were; with your head in the clouds and heart on your sleeves thinking this week would be the best week of your life.
As if sensing happiness floating in the lecture hall, your professor burst your bubble with one decision. The essay he assigned for Saturday was moved to Friday with the deadline at twelve PM. Your original plan of doing absolutely nothing all week and writing it in one sitting on Friday was already altered because of Hyunjin and now you had to change it again. Instead of spending your Wednesday morning huddled in bed with a warm beverage watching the latest episode of your new kdrama, you were in the library under the watchful eyes of Ms. Bang.
The library was full of students. You stood idly by the door and scanned the room for a vacant seat or table to squeeze into. Finals were just around the corner and everyone had the great idea of revising material before and after school hours. At last you found an empty table big enough for two and quickly skirted around the hoard of people, praying to reach it before anyone else.
A confetti popper went off in your head as you sat down. All you had to do now was get started which was easier said than done. The caret on the blank document ticked like a bomb, reminding you of the time you wasted thinking about nothing yet seeming so deep in thought. With narrowed eyes and lips in an angry pout, no one dared to occupy the chair in front of you.
That no one turned into someone.
You didnât feel them sit down in the vacant seat. You didnât see them, too occupied having a stare-off with your laptop. One moment there was no one there and the next moment a six foot-something tall hockey player plopped down from the sky, probably being outcast from heaven.
âYou good there, princess?â
You reeled back, momentarily stunned by the unexpected presence. Mingi grinned at your reaction and sat back. Very satisfied with his work. As he readied his own computer, you took in his appearance and found yourself growing more irritated. There was no denying that he was attractive. Thick pink lips, a straight and sharp nose and a very prominent jaw. His brown eyes were surprisingly relaxed and didnât resemble those of a fox. The boy was even blessed with not one, but two moles. You huffed as he made the moss green knitted sweater look good, even though it was ugly.
You sighed and kissed your teeth, âWhy are you here?â
Although he tried acting offended, the sly smirk he didnât bother hiding told you otherwise. You averted your gaze back to your computer. His face was starting to annoy you.
âWhat do you mean?â He asked ever so innocently.
âThis table, my table. Why are you here?â
âThe library is a public space and Iâm here to study.â
You chuckled as if it were funny. âSince when do you study, Song?â
âCareful, princess or Iâll think youâre interested in me. Asking all these questions, whatâs next youâll ask for my phone number?â
âOh, fuck you.â
Mingi leaned on the table and rested his sharp chin against the palm of his hand. He suggestively ran his fingers through his creme colored highlights and grinned wolfishly.Â
âYour place or mine?â
Your knee hit the underside of the table jarring Mingiâs water bottle. Pain flared and you bit back a wince, hastily rubbing against the jeans-clad skin. You didnât miss the aggravated look Ms. Bang gave you.Â
âIâll take that as a no.â
The glare you shot him worked like a domino effect as he raised one brow menacingly asking, âWhat did I do?â
âIf youâre gonna sit here then be quiet. Iâm only tolerating you for so long, Song.â
âDidnât peg you for a rapper, princess.â
âDonât,â you drove your feet into his shin, âcall me that.âÂ
The table jerked again â twice as much â and you received yet another disapproving stare from the librarian, but you didnât care. The revenge was satisfying and you couldnât help but marvel at his temporary pain. Your first thought as he sat down was that youâd be at each otherâs throats, but to your surprise there wasnât any bloodshed. Silence took over the table as you both worked diligently, and it was only possible because you were still ignoring each otherâs presence. Sometimes youâd peek at him and be taken back at how calm and gentle he looked. The smirk you despised was nowhere to be seen, his lips parted in concentration and his eyes were void of any malice. They were warm like your morning coffee and as soft as the sand on Daecheon Beach.
âIs my handsome face distracting you?â
Then the thin line between tolerating and accepting was blurred, leaving you to work with nothing.
âIn your dreams.â
âYeah, you are. Especially at nightâŚwhen Iâm alone with no one to fix myââ
âI swear to God if you donât shut the fuck up,â you hissed through your teeth and slammed your hand on the table.
The ruckus was drowned out by the sound of multiple fingers tapping against keyboards and the haste of flipping pages, but it didnât go unnoticed by Ms. Bang. She hushed you with a long âshhhâ and you gulped and sank in your seat with Mingiâs broad figure hiding you from her. The woman probably hated you by now. If it wasnât Keeho who got you into trouble then it was some other idiot.
You couldnât stand Mingi and he lived to annoy you, but there was an unspoken understanding to put your differences aside for the time being. With another try, you returned to the empty screen and he went back to his. The silent and unofficial pact lasted for a hot minute.
âYou know, I donât usually have a thing for feisty girls butââ
You shut your eyes and sighed heavily. He was really testing your patience which wasnât anything new really, but he was extra persistent today.
ââyou were kinda hot like that. All angry and snappy, and that thing you did with your lips. Right, just like that!â
You sneered in disgust. This was the chance for Dasom and Keeho to prove their friendship because you were about to murder him and someone had to pay for your bail.
âGo back to your mediocre porn and keep your weird fantasies away from me.â
âYou know me so well, angel. Wanna re-enact it? The one I usually watch has your hair color.â
âAre you fucking crazy?!â
Everyone stopped at the sudden outburst. It felt like a spotlight was cast over your table, like you were the lead in a play. The click-clack of Ms.Bangâs kitten heels moved fast along the tiled floor and you knew you were fucked. The gray haired woman reached your table and peered down at you with so much venom that it could make a flower wilt.Â
âItâs the third time youâve disturbed the peace in my library. Iâll kindly ask you to pack your things and leave or Iâll have to call security. Iâm thoroughly disappointed in you, young lady.â
You felt embarrassed, face hot as you stood up and bowed sharply, âIâm so sorry, Ms. Bang.â
âAnd you, Mister. Youâd think a grown man would have more respect for himself and those around him. I want both of you out, right this instance.â
Much like you, Mingi got up â albeit a bit slower â and bobbed his head up and down, muttering a quiet apology. Whispered murmurs spread through the library as the students resumed their studies. You hastily took your things and darted outside, not sparing anyone any glances. Ms. Bang didnât return to her post until she witnessed you both walk out the door.
Fuck Mingi. Fuck Ms. Bang. Fuck your professor. Fuck the essayâ
âWould you wait up?â
The man you wanted to see least of all stopped in front of you. Curse him and his long legs.
You peered up at him. The audacity of this guy. âNo, Mingi. I donât want to slow down because I donât want to look at you! Let alone wait up.â
âOkay, calm down. Itâs not that big of a deal,â he mumbled and scratched the back of his neck. Things were getting out of hand and he wasnât used to seeing you this mad.
âDonât tell me to fucking calm down. You got me kicked out of the library, in front of everyone! Do you know how embarrassing that is?!â
âHey, I was kicked out too!â
âYouâre a guy! No one cares about you, but me? My reputation could be ruined, theyâll see me as a delinquent!â
âOh, get over yourself. You were kicked out of the library, not arrested for snorting coke.â
Your tongue poked the side of your cheek. âYouâre a real fucking asshole.âÂ
You cursed your voice for wobbling and stepped around him, continuing your walk home. Mingi stood rooted to the ground and watched as you stormed off. He clicked his tongue and went the other way.Â
You were blowing things out of proportion. Who cared what people thought of you anyway? Stopping by a red light and staring off into nothing, he tried wrapping his head around your logic. You were a figure skater â a performer â you needed to grow thicker skin. People would always judge you, both on and off the rink. How could you be so easily affected by a measly little hag? Mingi blew out an air of frustration. You really were something else.Â
The red light was running longer than usual and he was growing more impatient with each passing second. Mingi patted the front of his hair and thought back to the conversation with his friends.
âNo need to be a dick, Hyung.â
The seven-word-long sentence struck a chord in him. Too blinded by his own bruised ego, Mingi didnât want to believe his faults that day in the locker room, but as a sour, unripe apple faded into a deep red, Mingi too matured and realized he was in fact acting like a dick. It was clear his words hurt you, it was evident from the slight timber in your voice. A tone he was all too familiar with from his childhood days. A snivel he let out trying to suppress his childish tears from countless scraped knees and bee stings. A voice so suffocating and uncomfortable, as if a thick ball was shoved down his windpipe. He hated it â the feeling of not being able to breathe, being in control of his own body â even as he transitioned into his adult years.Â
A heavy weight dropped in his stomach at the thought of you feeling that way because of him.
âFor fuckâs sake.â
Mingi hastily turned around and awkwardly jogged back to where he last saw you. Slowing down by the entrance gates of the local library, he caught a glimpse of your angry-walking figure among the sea of students. Eyes set on you, his feet moved on their own and skillfully avoided the people. Right as he parted his lips to call for you, something hard rocked right into his chest or the other way around, Mingi wasnât sure. Tearing his sight from you and at the person that was the equivalent of a brick wall, Mingi opened his mouth to apologize only to stop mid word.
âYou good there, Song?â
What was it with people addressing him with his last name. His parents did give him a real name for a reason.Â
Hate was a strongly charged word and from a young age, Mingi never felt hatred towards anyone. The closest thing heâd come to hate was dislike. He disliked bugs and vegetables, and he really disliked cardio.Â
That was until he met Bang Chan, the winger of Red Tigers â a hockey team under TOP University â and also the most annoying man in the world. Mingi hated Chan with a burning passion. Was it because of something childish? Probably. Would Mingi ever admit it? Probably not.
âWhatâs it to you, Chris?â
If it werenât for Mingiâs towering height making him look years older than Chan, passersby would have shot him a dirty look for the lack of honorifics used, but Mingi didnât care. Honorifics were made to show a clear difference in hierarchy and nowadays it was to show respect to either elders or superiors. Mingi held no respect for the shrimp of a man and Chris wasnât a superior in his eyes.
Chan chuckled and ran his hand through his blonde locks. âConsidering I donât really give a fuck about you, Iâd say nothing.â
The grit of Mingiâs teeth clashing against each other and sharpening his jaw, had a cocky smile spreading across Chanâs face.Â
âOh, donât say you thought I was worried about you.âÂ
The day Mingi first met Chan was right before a game between the Blue Wolves and Red Tigers. The younger had been told about the talented winger, warned of his skills and malicious ways of getting under peopleâs skin. Being still relatively new to the team, Mingi heeded the words of his seniors and promised to stay cool headed and free from penalties. The promise lasted for a good ten minutes into the first period until Mingi sprung into action, violating a handful of rules and knocking Chan off his skates. Each and every game after that where the two hockey players simultaneously skated the rink was a brawl waiting to happen.
âThe only time I think of you is either with a broken nose or a losing score.â
âSo you do think of me. Well Iâd say Iâm flattered, but you're not really my type, Song. Iâm more into lanky boys with freckles and not whatever it is you are.â
Violence was never the answer, was what a lot of educational books said, yet they could never explain the therapeutic release of pent up anger that released as Mingiâs fist would connect with the wingerâs face.
Eyes steering away from Chanâs cheesed ones, Mingi pinpointed you moving further and further into the crowd, slowly weaving and blending in with the other people. While he wasnât all that keen on talking with you â still having a trouble making out what he was going to say â heâd rather stand empty minded before you and not entertain the clown in front of him. Besides, if acted out of line his seniors would never let him live it down, maybe even go the great length of convincing their coach to keep him benched for the rest of the season.
âI donât have time for you, Chris. Weâll settle everything on the ice, until then stay the fuck away from me.â
Shoulders colliding and their mouths curling into a C â one up and the other down â Mingi went after you just like he initially planned before the universe threw an obstacle in his way.
The multiple calls of your name echoed like a wordless siren song, manipulating you to slow down only to break off the cures and walk faster as you realized who the voice belonged to.
âGod, you walk fast,â Mingi huffed as he caught up to you.
For an active hockey player youâd think his stamina would be out of this world. Apparently not seeing how his chest rose rapidly, stretching his gorgeous muscâÂ
âWhat do you want?âÂ
âHow you feeling about food? You hungry? Itâs my treat.â
âHa-ha, youâre so funny.â
Mingi skipped in front of you and rotated midstep so he walked backwards facing you, âIâm serious. You up for some fried chicken?
âI already told you to fuck off, donât make me scream stalker too.â
âIâm serious.â
âSo am I.â
âLook I wanna make it up to you. At least take this.â
He searched for something in his jean pocket and then held out two crumpled bills. The glare he received was sharp enough to cut through concrete and Mingi gulped as the corners of your lips gravitated down. Your hand itched to slap the mocking papers out of his grasp and scream something along the lines of him being an asshole. As if he hadnât humiliated you enough, now he was offering you money like you were a beggar.
âIâm not up for any of your jokes, Song. Just leave. Me. Alone.â
âNo, Iâm being for real.â
You hit the brakes and stared at him hoping to find the smallest of hints that he was fucking with you. âWhat game are you playing at, huh? Youâve already publicly humiliated me once, you wanna go for round two, is that it?â
He scoffed at your hostility and stuffed the dollars back in his pocket. âIâm not always out to annoy you, princess.â
The small movement of your brows drawing together brought out a forced cough. He had yet to make it up for you and he was already fucking it up.
âBelieve it or not, but I just want to make things right.â
âWhy?â
Mingi opened his mouth and closed it again. Words swirled in his head but no answer came to his mind. The question was righteous, heâd give you that. Coming up with an answer proved to be difficult when he too didnât know what had gotten into him or why the sudden surge of goodness turned him into Lady Justice. A measly âI donât knowâ wouldnât get him anywhere so with eyes that reflected the stars and lips forming into a pout he mustered the softest, âI actually⌠feel bad for the library⌠and your phone.â
Your eyes filtered over his face. This was the most vulnerable youâd ever seen him and you had to remind yourself that this was the same guy who knocked you off your skates, coughed in your lunch and flicked your forehead every chance possible.Â
âI donât buy it.â
Turning on your heel, you decided to go the long way home, hoping heâd take the final hint and leave you alone. Honestly, you shouldâve known better.
âYou would if I was a certain figure skater.âÂ
Your head whipped back around so fast that you nearly got whiplash and heâd have to take you to the hospital.Â
âThatâs not true!â Your face burned at the mention of Hyunjin or perhaps at Mingiâs observation. Did he always keep tabs on you or the people you associated yourself with?
He stepped closer, your breaths mixing in the cold wind.
âProve it.âÂ
The bear trap planted in the middle of the trail couldnât have been more evident yet you still stepped on it with both feet. Sitting in a dimly lit coffee shop waiting for the tall bastard to come back with your orders was not on your yearly bingo card. There were a handful of reasons you agreed to his stupid idea. Your keys were in your other jacket, which was collecting dust in your wardrobe. Dasom was working on her project at Hongjoongâs so the apartment was empty. The sky was turning darker with each passing second and you were not about to sit idly on the stairs of your apartment complex, especially not at night.
A strawberry frappuccino slid in front of you and popped your thoughts like a dart would a balloon. Mingi hung his jacket around a chair opposite you and sat down, much like in the library. He avoided your gaze and took a long sip of his green tea mocha. You didnât touch your drink despite it being your favorite â you pushed the thought of it being a coincidence or not to the back of your mind â and continued staring at him. He eventually faced you and nearly choked on the beverage.Â
âWhy are you staring at me?âÂ
âIâm admiring your act.â
âWhat act?â
âThis goody-two shoe thingy youâre trying to pull off.â
He chuckled and looked down at his drink, fingers tracing circles on the paper logo.Â
âYouâve really got your head way in on that. There is no act. I said it earlier, I just felt bad for getting you thrown out.â The cup was left alone and his eyes found yours.Â
âAnd thatâs what I donât get. Youâve been a douche for a whole year, what makes today so different from last month? Why do you care now?â
âAre you going to drink that?â
You werenât drinking anything until he fessed up and it was clear from the scrunch of your brows and how your lips pursed, conveying that perfect amount of sassiness.
Mingi never stopped overthinking what the hell he was doing. On the walk there, during his stunt of convincing you and in the short time he stood in line waiting to order. He racked his mind for answers and came up with nothing. The blob of anxiety dug into his abdomen the more he replayed the library scene. It was different from all his previous harmless teasing and bickering. It was fun, but not in a sadistic way. Seeing you get so angry and flustered over a simple nickname tickled his insides, yet he never intended to get you into trouble let alone be the reason you got scolded and on top of that kicked out of a public place under a hundred watchful eyes. But being Mingi, the guy you apparently hated the most, he couldnât say all that. Youâd really think he was playing you, which you had every right to believe.
With another sip of his tea, he shrugged his shoulders and said, âItâs called having a change of heart.â
You scoffed and allowed yourself to taste the stupid drink. It wasnât like you could just go home anyway and it was easier to just give in and not make his money go to waste, no matter how annoying he was.
âHappy?â
A sarcastic hum weaved through the air of the chattering customers. The conversation ended at that point and you couldnât stop thinking about your precious time being spent doing absolutely nothing. An all nighter was bound to happen or youâd say bye-bye to morning practice with Hyunjin.
The soft and irritating buzz of Mingiâs phone burned holes in his pocket. When you thought about it, the person hadnât stopped calling him since you stepped foot in the shop and if you cared enough youâd tell him to take the call. Glancing down at the caller ID, Mingi pursed his lips into a line.
It didnât take a genius to know why Intak was pestering him. The hockey team was supposed to have a movie night at Matthewâs. Intak and Mingi were assigned snack duty, but considering Mingi was at a coffee shop with you, the responsibility was pushed entirely on Intak, although he had yet to tell the younger boy. Mingiâs thumb slid over the off button and he pressed it twice ignoring the call. He was out of excuses to use and even if he had something up his sleeve, Intak would smell the bullshit from a mile away. Theyâd eventually justify his no-show as him having something better to do, assuming it was a quick fuck or something else involving a girl.
You, on the other hand, could jump from glee at the message on your lockscreen. Dasom was on her way home and you could finally cut this⌠appointment short. You slurped the last of your frappuccino and grabbed your bag and with a forced âthanksâ you were out of the coffee shop. How silly of you to think heâd let you off so easily.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You asked as he walked beside you.
âWhatâs it look like Iâm doing? I'm walking you home.â
Underneath all that douchebag exterior Mingi had some qualities of a gentleman after all and for once you didnât fight him on it. This whole exchange was weird and you were certain that whoever happened to see you two together would think it was a PR stunt. God forbid Dasom or Keeho got a whiff of you being civil towards him. Dasomâs future poems would be dedicated to your and Mingiâs nonexistent relationship while an exorcism would be arranged by Keeho, claiming Mingi had bewitched you.
âYou live quite far from campus.âÂ
âI didnât ask you to walk me home.â
âI never implied you did, I simply stated a fact.â
Another wave of silence settled over you. Mingi wasnât that bad when he was quiet. Maybe youâd sew his mouth shut like Other Mother did to Other Wybee. At least that way you wouldnât be publicly ridiculed anymore. Not that you were ever planning for this to happen again.Â
By the time you arrived outside your apartment a layer of pitch black darkness wrapped around the earth and you had to physically bite your tongue from asking if heâd be alright walking home alone. Keeho did mention one of his friends was jumped by a group of older men and Mingi, despite his size and shape , wasnât invisible to weirdos this late.
âUhm, whatâs going on here?â
Both you and Mingi turned to your left where a very confused Keeho and an ecstatic Dasom stood. You really wished youâd fought Mingi on leaving you alone sooner because the fear of walking alone in the dark was better than convincing these two coconuts there was no budding romance between you. Sensing your discomfort, Mingi cleared his throat. A dust of red sprinkled over his cheeks matching his cold ears and nose.
âSee you around.â
Before you could mutter a lame âbyeâ he was gone, leaving you to deal with the aftermath of dumb and dumber.
âWhat the hell was that?!â Keeho screeched as you bolted for the bathroom. âWhat happened to him being a dick?!â
âHeâs still a dick,â you called out and splashed cold water on your face.Â
âA dick you want to suââ
âKeeho-ya!â
âIâm just saying! What am I supposed to believe when I see you being all cozy with your sworn nemesis?â
You swung the bathroom door open and pointed at Keeho who, mind you, had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot impatiently tapping against the hardwood floor.
âOkay, letâs get one thing clear. I was not being cozy with him.â
He rolled his eyes at that. âYouâre almost as gullible as Dasom.â
Said girl whined in protest and threw a sock at the back of his head.Â
âNo. No, no, no. Iâm being honest. He just walked me homeââ
âMingi walked you home?â Dasom peeped from her space on the couch.Â
âYes, the bastard walked me home after getting us thrown out of the libraryââ
âThe library closed like three hours ago.â
âYes, Keeho. If youâd let me speak Iâd explain everything from start to finish. The library was full so he decided to sit with me then he got us thrown out and wanted to âmake it upâ by buying me coffee or whatever. So we went to a coffeeââ
Dasom sprung up from the cushions and grasped your shoulders, violently shaking you back and forth. âOh my God! He took you on a date!â
The self-proclaimed dad fell back on the sofa and dramatically covered his parted mouth. If you didnât know any better youâd think he was on the verge of crying.
âI canât believe this. My little girl is turning into a woman.â He wiped an imaginary tear and followed up the act with sniffles. âWe canât have this, I have to threaten him properly. Invite him for dinner so he knows he canât just hurt my little girl withouââ
You pushed past Dasom and threw glares at the annoying people you labeled friends.
âCan you stop fucking around for a second? Iâm serious when I say nothing happened.â
âWell, yeah. I sure hope it didnât. Iâm still calling dibs on Hyunjin.â
You blinked a couple times, not entirely grasping his words.
âYouâre calling what on who?â
âDibs on Hyunjin.â
âKeeho thinks youâre getting together with Hyunjin.â
âYouâre betting on my love life?!â
Keeho waved his hand in the air and tucked his feet under his bum. âOh, stop screaming would-ya? Itâs not much of a love life to begin with. Besides, Dasom is the crazy one in the bet.â
âWhoâd you bet on?â
The girl balanced on her tiptoes and sheepishly smiled. If Keeho betted on Hyunjin, then she had to bet onâ
âMingi.â
âYou bitchââÂ
The instinct to fight kicked in and you lunged at her. It wasnât as if you were going to hurt her, maybe jank her hair or bite her arm, something light to scare her. Before you could leave a scratch on her, Keeho flew to her rescue and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground.
âWoah everybody, letâs calm down a little bit!âÂ
With one last attempt to get one kick in you flung your legs out to which Keeho twirled you both around.Â
âCount your days, Dasom!â
âOkay! Youâre on time-out,â Keeho declared and carried you to your room.
As he was about to cross the threshold, you placed both feet against the wall on the sides of the open door and pushed back, propelling Keeho backwards. Poor guy almost lost his balance but regained it before you became one with the floor.
âStop being a difficult little shit!âÂ
His right arm sneaked down behind your knees while the other supported your back and carried you bridal-style. He gently dropped you on the bed and you flopped like a sack of potatoes, limbs drawn out like a starfish. You could feel Keehoâs eyes on you, but it did little to break your stare from the ceiling.
âIâm not supposed to get any attention while in time-out.â
Keeho pursed his lips as his tongue poked the side of his cheek.Â
âMmm and you were supposed to hate Mingi but here we are.âÂ
He placed his hands on his hips. You were tired of glaring, arguing and throwing hands so you opted with a weak nudge of your foot towards the door.Â
âLeave.â
Now that was very much out of character. He was certain youâd jump him too or chuck a pillow at him, but no. You continued laying there lifeless. You didnât even spare him a glance. Keeho plopped down beside you, shoulders touching as he too stared at the creme colored ceiling.
âDid we go too far?â
âNah, Iâm just tired of Mingi. Itâs like heâs always there, even if he isnât. He always finds a way to get on my nerves.â
Keeho hummed, âI get that. I mean, not that youâd know but you and Dasom make me sick sometimes too.â
âYeah, but thatâs different. You get sick of being around us too much, not because we are making fun of you.â
âThatâs true⌠but you know who doesnât make fun of you?â
â...You and doofus number two out there?â
âWooooooow, really?âÂ
A smile sneaked on your face.
âIâm going to pretend I didnât hear that.â
âDo whatcha want, Kyo. Iâm just going to sleep the time-out⌠out?â
Extra sleep was never a bad idea and considering you were planning on pulling an all-nighter, youâd need all the rest you could get before that. You closed your eyes and rested one hand over your stomach while the other one went under your head.
âHyunjin! Hyunjin doesnât make fun of you!â Keeho yelped and breathed out in relief.Â
It physically strained him to keep his mouth shut and it felt like his head was going to explode if he didn't mention it anytime soon.Â
The idea of sleep was pushed to the back of your mind, along with all the other hundred things you postponed.
If there was anyone who kept dibs on people it would be Keeho. That man was up to date on all the gossip around the campus, new as well as old. Whoever was in the spotlight heâd know and then youâd know too. Youâd usually tell him to shut it, not really being interested in other peopleâs business but this wasnât just anyoneâs business; this was about Hyunjin. The Hyunjin. Your crush, Hyunjin.
âSpill.â
âI thought youâd never ask.â He jumped on the bed beside you, chin resting on both palms and feet kicking the air behind him. âApparently our little Hyunjin-ie is interested in someone.â
Butterflies born from sheer anxiety and suspense fluttered in your stomach. Hyunjin liked someone. Giddy happiness welled over you. The same content feeling youâd get after passing a peculiarly hard exam or landing a difficult jump exploded in you. Your lips were forcibly curved in a shy smile and warmth settled in your stomach at the information.Â
The boy you admired for quite some time now finally liked someone. The joy lasted for all of five seconds as the words really sank in. The lively butterflies building cocoons in you were annihilated by a big rock, and your childish smile was wiped like rain and other shit was flung from the windshield of your motherâs car.Â
âGirl, why does it look like youâve figured out Victoriaâs secret?â
âDonât be an ass.â
âIâm just saying how it is.â
That, he did. Keeho may have been an avid gossiper, but he wasnât spreading lies. The things he heard and shared with you or Dasom were always true so you knew better than to question him and his sources. There was always that one-in-a million chance of him being wrong and it terrified you. It wasnât like his sources couldnât have misinterpreted it this time. What if they were talking about a girl named Hyunjin or Hyejin instead?
âFor what itâs worth, I think itâs you,â he stated and picked on his fingernails.Â
âDonât fuck with me right now.â
âIâm not!â He threw his hands up. âBut if you think about it, why would he agree to help you practice?â
âBecause I was obviously struggling.â
âOkay, then explain why he asked for your number?â His head tilted as he raised a brow at your silence. âThatâs what I thought. Itâs you! Plus Jiung told me his crush was a figure skater. You are a figure skater!â
âThat is a reach and you know it. It could be Yuna, sheâs great. Pretty, nice and a figure skating prodigy.âÂ
âOkaaaay, but if sheâs so great why arenât they dating already?â
You flopped back on the bed, âDudeââÂ
âNo, Iâm serious. If sheâs so great and he likes her then what stops them from being together?â
âThat could be used on me too?! If he likes me, why hasnât he done anything?âÂ
âCut him some slack, poor boy probably shat his pants while texting you.â
You swallowed down an insult and faced Keeho again. âHow do you know about that?â
Crickets and whistling kettles.
âOh, shit.â
âYah, Choi Dasom!â
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So. There's a few things I need to address. My documentation and study of bimbos began as a personal project. I only started a blog because I was putting a ridiculous amount of work and thought into this and figured it should be shared (and still, there's SO much I haven't shared yet...). And that's part of why this blog isn't so well managed, not consistent, and very informal. I write every post with the assumption whoever reading will have some familiarity with the fetish and that was kind of a mistake when dealing with subject matter as delicate as this and if I want to be able to attract literally any other audience. But the blog is here now so its kind of a moot point. I won't be rewriting posts. I want to kill myself every day, its astonishing I can write anything. Anyway, recently I discovered an adult performer named Celestina Blooms, in particular, this video:
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We share a lot of the same thoughts. And her criticisms of BimboTok are a lot better articulated. Here are some of things she's said that stood out to me (paraphrased):
"As an actual political movement, the Gen Z bimbo isn't actually very helpful beyond being satire because there are contradictions."
"It makes no sense to be expected to have every single decision in your life, in every area of your life, be a form of activism."
"If you don't spend enough time watching all their videos to completely get the point it looks like they're satirizing the ideologies they're preaching."
"They're kind of taking this thing and being like 'Hey! This thing is leftist because I'm leftist and I said so!' when the thing is still something very tied to a lot of systems of oppression."
"I think there's an issue with saying that being feminine is feminist."
"Because there are so many minors on TikTok they'll come across this trend and see the cute aesthetic and cute clothes, and for good measure, the ideologies a lot of them agree with and be like 'Fuck yes! Sign me up!' and before you know it they're dressing like a bimbo, calling themselves a 'bimbo', and all this stuff while not even being aware of this whole other world of bimbofication as a fetish and unknowingly calling attention to themselves."
She also brings up Pink Bimbo Academy in this video (not by name, and if you somehow see this Celestina, sorry for blowing up your spot!). I bring this up because PBA actually reached out to me like two weeks ago. We had an extremely brief conversation. He lost all interest as soon as he realized my blog isn't primarily about real life bimbos and, like Celestina, I don't believe bimbos are really a real life thing. This is the reason for my last text post (now pinned).
Up until this point I didn't realize Pink Bimbo Academy was a guy, or extremely weird. He's one of those bimbo enthusiasts that genuinely believes every woman should be a bimbo, unless they're trans that is, because according to him a bimbo can't have a penis or possess any "masculine" qualities. He seems to view bimbofication less as a fetish and more of a means to an end. To him, bimbos are the peak of femininity and bimbofication only helps women to become more of who they're "biologically" meant to be. He has entire rants against feminism up on his website and aspires to create an actual real-life bimbo finishing school, like he's a super villain or some shit, like the antagonist of every school-set bimbofication story come to life. And unfortunately, he's basically the resource for bimbofication online. I have to assume not everyone that follows his guides reads all his posts and FAQ but its more than disappointing to have a transphobe be one of the main vanguards of this fetish today.
Anyway, I can't recommend Celestina's video enough. Its a bit long but all worth watching and has made the prospect of writing this book exciting again. I would suggest this video of hers too:
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Post-script: After over an hour of writing all of this I realized I actually did something extremely stupid here. Celestina follows me on here, possibly one of the first people to follow me. I kept wondering why one of her icons looked so familiar and it took me until literally just now to figure it out. I hope she doesn't mind the plug, because you all should follow her too!
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#understandingbimbos#bimbotxt#bimb0fication#bimboization#b1mbo#bimboism#bimbohood#bimboification#bimtheory#bimbo theory#bimbification#bimboz#bimbofied#bimbocore#bimbo experience#plastic surgery fetishism#bimbo life#bimbo girl#Youtube#pink bimbo academy#celestina blooms
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Thoughts on writing - June 16Â
I donât expect anyone to read this, but I meant for this tumblr to be specifically for my writing after all, so I figure this is the place to put these thoughts, and anyone is welcome to read them if interested. Iâm just reflecting on myself as a writer, how I relate to this hobby, and about feeling discouraged/lacking in meaning, and trying to figure out where to go with it when there are no clear paths ahead.Â
I feel like I vent to my friends often but never really try to articulate my thoughts the way I do when I actually write, so maybe writing about writing will help me sort it out for myself.Â
I never meant for writing to become much of anything at all. I started writing a fanfic, thought it was funny, and my intention was to post it and move on like I always move on from any other hobby, following the same pattern of interest â hyperfixation â creating something â getting bored â discovering something new. I had no experience with writing or fandom, and it was thanks to a tiktok on my FYP that I even discovered Pedro boy fanfic in the first place, though I found it insanely weird at first. My eventual amusement obviously turned into something much more significant, and Iâve found a lot of personal healing through writing, discovered different sides of myself, developed the ability to sustain the attention needed to read a full length book, etc. I guess the difficulty is knowing where to go with it.Â
Itâs funny - I frequently find myself thinking this sucks, why am I doing this, nothing interesting will come of this, my brain is empty, fuck this, about writing. And I say those things but then I write anyway. I say Iâm done with it and thanks for the past 15 months, Iâm out, and then a few hours later Iâm on my doc coming up with something. I canât really stop at this point, itâs like my internal monologue got a physical manifestation and now itâs something I just do. At any given time, I can open my docs and add something to some story, regardless of where I am. Itâs like a reflex at this point, and I have no control over it. I put my hands on the keyboard and things just come out one way or another.Â
I frequently feel like Iâve reached the end of my own ability, though, or the end of what Iâm capable of creating. I was never an avid reader, so thereâs a foundational understanding of storytelling that I largely feel like I donât have. Iâve read more in 2024 than I have in my whole life, actually finishing books instead of reading the first quarter over and over, so I essentially feel a bit dumb or lacking in knowledge about what makes a story interesting. I really, truly have no idea what Iâm doing, I donât know any conventions Iâm supposed to follow. I pretty much know the concept of âshowing not tellingâ and thatâs it. I also know the typical series buildup of the angst peaking, conflict, resolution, which I'm now trying not to do so I don't repeat myself too much across series. Iâve also read a lot of things (both books and fics) that I very much enjoy but that donât match my inner voice at all really, and ended up feeling less than as a writer because certain styles of writing donât come naturally to me. Reading American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis was the first time I read something and thought, wow, this actually reads very naturally to me, especially after a year of feeling like my inner voice is wrong or oversimplified or dumbed down.Â
And even though we all write for ourselves, we are all affected by our audience. Iâve been sort of brutal in unintentionally cutting down my own audience by moving platforms and no longer writing the things that gained me my following in the first place, and I guess Iâve done it as part of my constant, neverending, extreme need for authenticity of some sort, and a hatred for being boxed in or expected to do things I donât want to do. Truthfully, I donât know what my audience wants from me, and even if I knew, I probably wouldnât be able to cater to it. If I put out a poll and asked what people wanted to see from me, the overwhelming majority would likely say Joel Miller with no real specifics on what type of story theyâd want to see, or theyâd want my rendition of something theyâre already familiar with. And thereâs nothing wrong with that at all, Iâm very flattered by everyone enjoying my takes on that man, but I guess Iâm in this place where Iâve spent so much goddamn time on writing and I need to figure out who I am as a writer completely outside of that.Â
One of my writing colleagues said that Iâm very mercurial, and Iâd never thought much about that word at all despite how well it describes how Iâve been my entire life. I can never seen to make up my mind on things, and Iâm frequently changing, removing stuff, my writing style changes as I deepen my understanding of the story, my characters etc, as I take more things into consideration and expand my own view.Â
To put it in Patrick Bateman terms: this reflectionâŚ. Has meantâŚ. Nothing. And itâs true - there is no real meaning to it, cause itâs me sitting here at 6pm, looking out my window and trying to find meaning and direction in a hobby that is a completely open landscape, and where it seems like publishing is the only real goal one can have. Either that or internet success. I donât know, Iâm not sure where Iâm going with any of it and who will want to read it. I guess I have a fear that everyone who has ever followed me only wants me around as yet another source of endless Joel fic and that nobody really has an interest in my writing for what it is, or for the writer I am. I donât try to be like anyone else - everyone sees things differently, and my fics are just a representation of how all these different scenarios look in my mind. My hope is that the people who enjoy my writing regardless of characters enjoy my writing because they enjoy my POV, or enjoy the attention paid to the things I emphasize.Â
Maybe Iâll come up with something more concise next time, but this has been my writing journal entry for now !!Â
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Hi,there. I'm quite new here so I'm gonna ask you a question and your opinion? What do you think of projek high council actually? Because im trying to spread the fandom around to some people actually and it has potential to grow as a fandom everyone no matter what country they are enjoys it,also do you have any headcanons about projek high council if so please tell me what the headcanons are.
hi!
omg same! im also a new user lol
i like the show A LOT. idk how to say this but the show feels like a place to me to vent? like i understand what those characters were feeling because i also had gone pretty much the same thing (maybe not 100% the same but kinda similar). and oh my god the characters dude. THE CHARACTERS. im in love with corruption trope, like im obsessed. you see, fakhri was playing a hero at first, but then slowly acted like kahar. isn't it ironic that he became something that he hate before? talking about kahar, im really curious about his backstory! thank god there will be a movie about him (IM FUCKING EXCITED). ayam is a mood, i love every time he appeared on the screen. okay this is getting long lol im so sorry. anyways, i was expecting a sad ending due to the show being so depressing (i thought naim was gonna die wtf pls dont do that again) but im glad that we got a happy ending! (im a sucker for happy ending lmao) overall, i really like the writing, it's really well done. the pacing is perfect, good casts. i don't really watch a lot of Malay dramas so i cant really compare. but PHC is one of my top series now hehe. though im not sure if everyone knows this but this show might seem a bit unrealistic cuz the higher ups being involved and like there were a lot of things going on, it's actually real. it happened and is happening right now. hell, even in the public university, they still apply this high council shit.
if the producers decide to air the show globally, it could reach some international audience. maybe not a lot, but im pretty sure some people will be more invested.
hm my headcanons?
i don't remember which ep, but it was the one where kahar accidentally pushed (or kicked? im not sure) ayam and led to ayam be in a coma. they did show kahar got traumatised by that but not enough for me lol. so yea, i imagine kahar doesnt dare to look himself in the mirror because he almost killed someone. yea sure, he bullied a lot of people, misusing his power, but he was never a killer. he still has that humanity in him.
and i also imagine him having a rough childhood due to how his dad treated him. you know, constantly being compared to his brothers, thats not very nice. so kahar just swallowed the hate to idk make himself felt full? my headcanons are pretty weird i apologise
and also, since naim and fakhri are on the good terms now, im pretty sure they are awkward around each other at first. cmon, they were on each others' throat, didnt wanna breath the same air. NO WAY theyre gonna hold hands and scream "yay we're a happy family now!" like no. i know damn well that most of the time they don't even talk, but then something random happens and that will be their topic. like fakhri doesn't know how to decorate, then naim will make fun of him or saying something like "ish kau ni, benda senang pun tak boleh buat ke?" naim doesnt mean anything, it just becomes a light banter? so sorry for my bad eng and the fact that you have to read all this...
ohhhh and hakeem! it's actually funny how hakeem is the closest friend to kahar lol. i think they became friends in an unexpected way, but because of that, they became even closer. and it's actually comforting when theres someone who's willingly to become a friend with kahar without any malicious intent!
ahh thank you for the ask! im sorry for making this ans long đ have a good day!
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I'm the anon who sent you the long message that apparently came off "pompous & infantilizing" and more to your followers.
I find it interesting that that message sparked such a flood of defenders, when I did not send it in bad faith at all. From your answer it seems I'm lacking context so sorry if I took some of your statements the wrong way, but nonetheless I just found the parental love addition strange and reacted to that, that was all there was to it. I clearly stated (three times) I'm not taking any issue with your headcanons.
By saying they are far removed from canon I did not mean to say they are "too unrealistic" or something is wrong with that, I literally said the opposite. I meant just that, that factually, this will not be a common interpretation for someone who is familiar with the source material but not your blog. This is not a statement that I made with any judgemental value and I thought I made that very clear but apparently not.
So I'm sorry for the additional ask.
Have a nice day.
Thank you for the response.
I was fully aware you said there was no issue with what I drew, but the way you wrote everything else sort of negated that statement. At least that's how me and many other people saw it.
If someone finds what I drew strange or confusing then they could always just... block me or ask me about it (and btw I expected people to be confused, otherwise I wouldnt have labeled it "non-coupling" as soon I posted it lol)
Someone did ask me about it, and you seem to have already seen that response, yet you still felt the need to send another message basically implying that an explanation wasn't enough (turns out it actually wasnt enough because people said I was lying and in denial) and that my explanation was weird too? Which is whatever I already ended up clarifying that, English is not my first language and I type things with the help of a translator (I wish people could actually keep this in mind. I only type in English because it'll reach a wider audience and it's the language most of my followers know. Often I have to google words people tell me online, or I ask my friends fluent in English to explain things for me)
You can say "that's not what I intended" but that's how it came across... you wrote a lot of nice words while also saying it was understandable that people were ganging up on me over a drawing, it seemed patronizing.
That's why me and others took offense to it, but I think it's difficult to tell tone through text so I don't want to keep nitpicking this any further. If you say you had no ill intent then I believe you.
The following will just be me adding more context and not necessarily aimed at you: Again I understand the lack of context of my account can make people confused about my art, Ive made that clear many times.
The art I made where I said "if your parents didnt love you then it's obvious" was a direct response to people who were mocking me specifically for tagging the art as "non-coupling" because they didnt believe me. They got the context and decided I was trying to hide a fetish because a kiss on the cheek was "obviously shippy". They proceeded to compare this to drawing NSFW of Mob and Reigen by labelling it "non-ship" as if it was comparable to tucking a child into bed, that's what upset me. I did absolutely nothing to these people, I dont know them, if they said this privately I wouldnt care but it was public, and they also targeted another friend of mine for no reason.
All Im gonna say is that my drawing shouldnt have caused this much controversy in the first place. I labeled it "non-coupling" as soon as I posted it, which should've been enough honestly. It's not like I posted porn or anything like that, I got the idea from something Ive experienced in my family as a teenager and I could easily google stock images of the exact same scenario to use as reference, like I really didnt think it was that bad.
Anyways I think I've explained myself many times already. Im not gonna be hostile and say to people "roh t9awed dont ever send me anything else related to this" but just.. check if Ive already answered your question so that it doesnt end up being repetitive. If you have a question about this that I havent answered yet, then feel free to ask.
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Hello.
You and gay-jesus-probably have successfully made me question everything with your view that Tears of the Kingdom is imperialist propaganda, so that's been fun.
Anyway, I decided to share this discussion with the Zelda fans on reddit, and perhaps unsurprisingly, a lot of them disagreed. Here is what they said (I'm Alarming_Afternoon44):
So what do you think? Have I and all these other people just been duped by the game's manipulative framing? Or do they actually have a point?
And if you'd rather not answer this, or would prefer if I censored the usernames, just tell me and I'll delete this.
Hey! Thanks a lot for reaching out, and I'm glad it made you think stuff through!!
Honestly, as I mentioned in this post, I am not super interested about in-world conversations about who oppresses who, because what can be assessed from the game is super vague and more vibes-based than evidence-based. Within the text, of course that the Good Zonais are good and the Bad Ganondorf is bad! But that's my whole point! The narrative has been deliberately crafted so that the zonais and Rauru (and Hyrule) are as blameless as possible (and it's not doing a great job at it overall to be frank; we would not be having these conversations about how offputting it all feels for a non-zero number of people if it did do a great job). More importantly, I want to focus on what sort of real-life narrative it all parallels. Because people make stories, and people live in the real world.
Not going after everyone's throat here, gamedev is hard and the hydras that are AAA game production do end up doing super weird stuff, especially since the thematic ramifications are absolutely never prioritized (and it's also always the same kind of people who make the final calls and push out what can and can't be talked about also). And as fans, we tend to have trouble stepping outside the lens of lore and take a look at the bigger picture sometimes; not as an attack on any individual part of that decision-making process but to just pause, stop, and question our standards, our priorities and the kind of reality (or skewing of reality) the stories we tell each other reflect.
Again: do we want to take videogames seriously or not? If we do, then we need to accept they are a vehicle for ideology, just like any other artform. And sometimes, you push out questionable ideology, sometimes without meaning to, because you didn't unpack your own biases as you did. And it's even fine to do it, nobody is perfect, a 300+ people team spread over 6 years certainly will not be that. But that it wasn't prioritized is, in my opinion, a problem. As a narrative designer, I want games (at least the narrative side) to be held to a higher standard than this. It's literally my job to work with the industry so it can hold itself to higher standards of quality --so the whole TotK situation is quite frustrating to witness from a very pragmatic, work perspective where I already spend my days trying to convince people that things mean things. I have a vested interest here in not having the companies I work for being given a free pass by gamers to do literally whatever as long as it's fun, especially when we're talking about a billion-dollars company suing its own fans left and right for any perceived slight. Nintendo are not underdogs here. It's fine to point out they cut corners and maybe promoted messy ideologies, voluntarily or not.
So long story short: no I don't believe anyone here has a point in regards to what I think is actually important, which is why these choices were made in the first place. If you look at an imperialist text expecting the text to tell you that it's imperialist instead of recognizing a framing used for propaganda by yourself, you're never gonna find any imperialist text ever, obviously not!! I'm sorry if I sound a little gngngn here, but I don't know why audiences have, at large, this feeling that lore and story beat decisions materialize themselves already formed and without any human bias, meddling, intervention, internal politics or approximations (it seems that people can only conceptualize this part if they have actual names to attach to the story, but without clear authors it's like there are no authors and so no bias, which is... a very strange bias in itself). I can promise you that it does not work that way in practice: every narrative department on every big game is a battlefield --some nicer than others, but all of them very emotionally draining either way.
So yeah, I guess that on these grounds, I disagree with every point raised here. Sorry Reddit :/
But thank you for the ask and sorry if I didn't go more into details as to why. The big Why I Dislike Rauru Post and the Gerudo Post might have some more specific rebuttals, but I am not super interested in debating small detail stuff tbh. I feel like it's no use if the frame of reference isn't being understood in the first place.
#totk spoilers#totk#totk critical#thoughts#asks#yeah I just disagree with a lot of these in general but I just don't feel like going through them one by one sorry ;_;#feel like I'm starting to repeat myself#especially for a game I liked okay but will definitively not revisit in the long run#tho @ the last redditor: yes thank you for proving my point because do you actually know about afghanistan's recent history :))#like... who funded the mujahideens' war not so long ago :))))) and for what purpose :)))))))))#everything said by that redditor is 100% far right propaganda it's not even a little bit anything else it's textbook applied imperialism#it's.... yeah how do you want to have these sorts of conversations when the real life parallels are unackowledged#I don't know it's just.... so frustrating to me that so many people have such a hard time to unpack external influences in media#or do not know how to pull apart thematic framings from in-world fluff#sorry if I sound a little dry but it's just... it's all a bit tiring honestly#I'm glad this made you reconsider things! or that you took the time to read stuff through even!! thank you!!!#and thanks for compiling the whole thing!!#I feel like it's a good way of showcasing well... the narrative doing a good job at defending itself#but not disputing that the entire framing is deeply flawed#at least in my opinion
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11/4-5/2023
saturday - sunday
the anime con was fun/cute.
we got to see this fashion show thing they did there today, which was cute, some nice looking stuff, especially the things minori had, these really pretty and kind of extreme headdresses. extreme as in excessive, huge, a couple were reminiscent of like, margiela's doll clothes, where they're really oversized and strangely proportioned. we were there from like, 12 pm to 6:30-ish i guess. the dealer's hall was crazy, i saw this guy there who really disgusts me though, last year we went to two cons, and at the second, i went into the bathroom, and i let him in, we made eye contact, i was in the stall beside his, and i saw his shadow like, jerking, and the sound of skin on skin slapping. i guess he got really horny or something at that other con cuz they for some reason had an excess of hentai everywhere, i don't think that one is ever happening again, it was called shinecon, really awful honestly, i hated that. he's this furry with a yt channel, he sat by us during the cosplay contest panel, and this guy kept making barking noises, just as like, a thing he did cuz he was hyped, and the furry was like, mad, so he started barking back louder and with crazy eyes, and then turned his phone over to the guy as he barked at him, which put me in the middle of the camera, basically, i think. i'm at least in frame. i think i look very unhappy. after that we walked around, looked at some more stuff, my gf saw this guy she used to know who apparently talked all kinds of shit about her but he acted all nice to us today, weird stuff. oh the intermission for the cosplay contest was fun, this woman who was also a cosplay judge came out and rapped, and she had this song that was like, way sexual, and i saw the faces of some of the children in the audience, and they were like, whoa, i guess, really funny to me. we also saw neo-japonism live, they were really fun, good energy, the songs were like, fine, i also didn't know how to move myself for that kind of music/audience experience, i don't get it sort of, with music i would really just like to move my body with the music/interpret that way, but idol stuff is sort of like you are very explicitly trying to feed the performance and kind of amp it up by moving along with it, like a big feedback loop, which i like, but i dunno, it's a big feedback loop but not a chaotic feedback loop, which is how i like to think of stuff. dance music, for instance, asks you to interpret it and move along, even doing things like voguing is a process of reusing signs intuitively, performative yeah (all dancing that isn't seizure-esque basically is) but moving within confines of the social to reach at something else is interesting, mobilizing oneself towards the excessive/getting into a rhythm enough to shed the expected and shock yourself/let yourself be shocked by the music, hear things that aren't fully there, nested rhythms, absorbing the posture of the mix, that kind of thing. anyways, this isn't to say the idol stuff is worse, i just don't understand how to do it or be involved at the level i saw people in there were. it was crazy having these idols look at me, make eye contact, not in a momentary way where like, a guitarist looks at you for a second, but sustained eye contact, smiling and gesturing, asking something of you, and i guess for me feeling like they gave up a bit because i wasn't entirely sure what to do beyond move this little fan i got around, back and forth or up and down.
but all this going out lately is really having negative effects on me, the trips to colorado, arizona, these larger gatherings with lots of people, it all really wigs me out, i've been getting worse hypochondria attacks and any time i'm itchy or my skin is irritated i am totally convinced i am catching fleas or bedbugs or something, and that i am contaminated and that i am going to take it home. i think my skin got irritated by something in my socks, leading to two rash-like things, but now even talking about it now, i am literally experiencing full body itching, and it was not here even 30 seconds ago. literally, sudden onset tingling on my body, like insects are crawling on me, i'm becoming really really unhappy because of this, i feel really bad but i don't enjoy all this right now, the socializing is getting to be too much i think and the added stress of all the nights i have had in arizona of little sleep i am still experiencing some kind of instability i dunno. i don't think i'm developing agoraphobia really but i am liking being outside less and less, and feel like being among a lot of people i am unsafe and that i'm going to bring something into my apartment that i don't want to.
anyway i did write some new lyrics for another song, hopefully i can get to this song on monday along w/ the new parts for the old one.
i wish i could stop being worried about having lice fleas or ticks or bedbugs or anything, literally i am so preoccupied rn my hair falls through my shirt's neck hole and touches my skin and i think it's something crawling on me, ughhhhhhhhh.
so obviously i need to sleep soon if not now so:
byebye!!!!!!!
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Rested? Nourished? Hydrated? I'm not, but let's keep going.
So anyway, our guy Arby's burns himself with his spaceship's cigarette lighter. Meanwhile, Makee is having a moment with a guy whose actual name contains 'Mdama. I'm just calling him The Priest because I think that's what TV Halo expects me to do anyway, and I don't care enough to come up with a joke for this dude.
(Every time we have a segment where they speak Sangheili I have to read doubled subtitles, which is very annoying.)
The Priest thinks Makee has way too much influence on the ship and is threatening her about it with an ARM SWORD.
Arby's insists that he's still in control of the ship and that Makee is not controlling him, so fuck off. After the Priest skulks away, Makee reassures Arby's that she has recently communed with the keystone.
After Arby's leaves, Cortana asks Makee, "Do you think he knows you're lying?" which is an incredibly stupid question because do you think she'd be alive if he knew that, Cortana????
Like, I get that this show's being written with the hopes of gamers with sub-room-temperature comprehension scores being able to understand it, but damn.
We're not actually going to investigate this moment though, this is just a cue that it's time to jump someplace else.
Back to Spartan-III training zoom call again.
Kai is standing in the room watching some of their monitors turn red as they die (instead of watching the simulation, which would actually make sense) and being like come on guys you can do it to herself while Perez and company make it to the simulated ship bridge and plant the virus they're supposed to in order to win the simulation.
However, once they clear the bridge, there is no resistance on the exfil, which is weird.
Perez confronts Kai about it after the fact and Kai tells her to just take the win. (So, of course, the subtext here is that the simulation has been made easier to give the trainees false hope.)
Then, we open the next scene with Jimmy on a leash.
(You can tell how much close attention I'm paying that I completely missed that he's supposed to be captured? I think? I'm not going back to check. I was busy focusing on whatever was happening with Kwan.)
I'm being literal, those might look like cattle prods or something in the screenshot but they're cables tied to him that a bunch of people are pulling in different directions to keep him from closing with any of them.
Who's in charge here?
Briggs, the woman he was threatening to shoot on Reach over Cobalt team.
They talk shit at one another. She's like "you hurt/killed some of my guys >:(." Jimmy's like "usually when people are hurt in combat it's because they're poorly trained or poorly led" which I don't think I even need to dignify with mockery. Then she's all "which was it, then?" about Cobalt team to get the last word in.
Jimmy demands to speak to Parangosky, she's like lol and tells her guys to secure him here and walks out.
As soon as Briggs leaves, we have another dumb action sequence where he thrashes all the cable guys. Here are some bad blurry screenshots.
I don't actually know if the action sequences are good or bad, I just hate tv Chief too much to be an unbiased audience about them and think he comes off as incredibly overhyped and ridiculous-looking every time.
Anyway.
Ackerson shows this footage to Kai.
She's surprised and glad Jimmy is alive, but now Ackerson has the perfect evidence to use to break her loyalty to Jimmy. He interrogates her again about Chief and Makee, and tells her Makee was seen on Reach stealing one of the keystones.
Ackerson convinces Kai that Jimmy and Makee are in cahoots and the reason Jimmy's here is he's after the other keystone, which they successfully took from Reach with them.
I am slightly bored so I'm idly wondering, once again, where Miranda Keyes is. We still haven't seen her all season. I am holding onto my conspiracy theory that she's training much more fucked up child soldiers in another part of the facility, but I am starting to suspect that it's actually less interesting than that.
Makee cannot get any useful information about the location of the Halo out of the Keystone without Jimmy Rings because of their magical bond or whatever, she's frustrated and scared because even Arby's and his guys will kill her if she can't do it soon. Cortana offers to help if Makee will open transmissions for her. Makee doesn't trust Cortana, but kind of has no other choice.
Boom. Scene change again.
Jimmy sneaking around ONI headquarters looking for Parangosky and seeing all these propaganda posters. I am once again wondering how big this timeskip was supposed to be that they had the time and energy and budget to suddenly print up all these propaganda posts about him being dead.
SCENE CHANGE AGAIN AGAIN.
Halsey is speedrunning a conversation with Kwan, literally being like "let's skip the part where I say I'm sorry and you call me callous" and then is interrupted by something unexpected underground.
The underground forerunner cave system is different than it was.
Kwan starts seeing the spooky woman again and following her.
IT'S BEEN 5 SECONDS, DID YOU MISS JIMMY?
Jimmy is confronted by Kai. Her first priority is knowing what happened to Riz and Vannak, then Kai's devastated that she wasn't there with them at Reach. Jimmy's angry with her for following her orders to leave Reach, and when Kai won't trust him to go to Parangosky, he refuses to stop and thus forces her to fight him.
I'll tell you how that goes in the next post.
I have no jokes for you this morning.
S2E06.
We start off with a group of Spartan-IIIs engaged in a simulation training exercise to board and take down a Covenant ship.
We find out that it's a training simulation because they get pulled out of the dumb VR zoom call technology from last season (y'all remember that? I barely did) and Kai tells them how they fucked up and that they need to be more like a swarm of bees when they're in space to not get shot.
Insanely, one of these trainees is apparently Perez.
We also get a ton of these in-helmet face shots I hate.
While Halsey and the Gang have been busy on Aleria, Spartan-III is.... proceeding with a bunch of adults who survived Reach.
Apparently.
I feel like anyone reading this post has been here long enough to understand my annoyance without my efforts to belabor the point. Maybe I'll get agitated enough to make a whole post out of it later.
But this also feels like the kind of thing a writer does when they've heavily foreshadowed something (the Kessler subplot, whatever the fuck was up with Ackerson having a dead sister clone) but want to make you think you didn't see it coming, so I am expecting we are not out of the child soldier woods yet.
You know how it is.
The children yearn for the child soldier woods.
Anyway, there's a ~thing~ with her and Kai where Kai clearly doesn't like her and Kai's like "I don't have a problem with you I have a problem with failure" while Perez is all YOU'RE JUST MAD YOU WEREN'T THERE AT REACH.
Anyway there's this fucking amazing line after Perez says she "knows what she signed up for."
Then, we cut to Parangosky and Twinkerson having a conversation about ONI (sorry, THE ONI), tea, stories, and empire because of course.
But actually, the point of the conversation is that Parangosky has heard someone snuck a ship through their security protocols and landed nearby, and also she has heard from a source that Halsey is probably alive.
And was seen traveling with a huge scarred man on a ship of the same description.
God dammit, roll the title sequence.
I've survived the first 10 minutes without needing to spit 30 images at you so you can understand my anguish, so maybe things are looking up.
Sort of.
For now.
God I need to fucking know how bad the Spartan-IIIs actually are because this is already so stupid.
Luckily, Halo show is going to leave that Jimmy Rings teaser alone for now. Hop over to Kai and Ackerson.
Kai has been using the VR zoom call software to make herself more miserable about how she wasn't at the battle of Reach by simming herself there, and Ackerson is calling her out on it. She believes her whole team is dead and she's having a very bad time.
She is not confident about the Spartan-III trainees. She says they're not Spartans.
Ackerson is like lol well that's your problem, they are Spartans...
10/10 #1 best boss of the year award.
OKAY NOW we get to go see Halsey and the gang, who are of course on Onyx.
Halsey casually does not explain her plan. Kwan wanders off into the woods and starts hallucinating the spooky woman again while Soren and Jimmy talk about how Onyx is a ~mysterious planet~ with ONI history or something, and how Laera and Soren want to go find/rescue Kessler.
Kessler is somewhere in that building, they think.
Security forces show up and they fight armorless Jimmy in the snow in a scene that Paramount Halo probably thinks looks cool but I just thought looked very silly.
Kwan follows her vision and jumps down a well, which we find out has weird Forerunner Stuff at the bottom and Halsey is already there.
Halsey apparently used to work here 20 years ago.
The funniest thing about the sequence is she credits meeting Kwan specifically for how Jimmy Rings stopped behaving "like a Spartan," which feels super un-earned because of how quickly season 1 separated these characters and how little they ultimately actually seemed to mean to one another. Kwan is about as bewildered as I am with it.
Then, we have THE MOST HILARIOUS SEQUENCE IN THE SHOW TO ME SO FAR.
Okay.
Setting the stage for you.
Lovingly fighting with how tumblr won't let me upload two videos in one post.
Remember this cutscene with me, how they show us the Arbiter's punishment, how it feels to watch that.
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Remember it? Love it? Good.
Here's what we get in Halo TV Show.
[EDIT: tumblr had its chance to host this but I think it thinks it's content matched, porn, or both. So. Youtube.]
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The prosecution is wheezing. The prosecution rests.
(And by that I mean I should probably go eat something besides bad tv show for breakfast.)
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I finally found someone who shares my views đ. You honestly have no idea how hard it is to find someone like that in glee fandom Iâm not even joking. I was wondering if you could help me Iâm trying to see about protagonist centred morality and how narrative lets them get away with shit and I was wondering do you have a top 5 moments of bad things finn, schue and puck did? They are the only 3 who seems to get away with everything on the show
Okay wow, I don't know how a month went by since you sent this but here we are. Hi Anon. I'm not sure which views in particular you're referring to lol but IIRC it was the anti Finn and general anti Glee's shitty framing posts, right? Well, in any case happy to be someone people can relate to.
I'd love to hear more about whatever project it is you have going on because it's a fascinating topic. Sorry I couldn't be of help earlier but I'm hoping you'll reach out if/when you see this. Anyway, to start off the actual reply I'll just say that I'm not sure I'd lump Puck together with those two. For me, Finn and Will exist on a very unique level where they show seems wholly unaware of or unwilling to discuss their bad behaviour. Puck, while he does do yucky things and sometimes without repercussions, is overall considered to be a bully from the beginning and has themes of people expecting the worst from him and him doubling down on that. So I wouldn't say he gets away with everything. What he does get away with is pretty heinous, though.
So if we're specifically talking weird narrative framing and a disconnect between what Glee portrayed and how it treated that behaviour, we'd best start off with just that. This isn't an ordered list so rearrange into a top 5 as you see fit.
Puck gets Quinn pregnant: Even my own wording here is much more diplomatic than the actual scene deserves. I've gone into detail before and I can dig up those posts if you'd like but bottom line is that Glee views this as a consensual act between two foolish kids that has serious consequences. The narrative blames them equally, though tbh Quinn a little more because misogyny. But what Glee shows the viewer in 1x22 is an extremely dubious situation with Quinn verbally hesitating and Puck pushing more alcohol on her, not to mention the reveal that he lied about protection thus committing an act of assault in and of itself. Because this was 2010 and written by three men, they saw nothing wrong with this. To modern audiences, it's hard not to view Beth's conception as very questionable, at best.
Finn is the hero in Santana's coming out: I don't wish to dwell too much on this because frankly I've done so enough and it's self-explanatory. Also it makes my blood boil lol. It's mindboggling how they actively retcon Mash Off in IKAG and pretend Finn just really cares about her, actually. Disgusting.
Will's treatment of the kids Mercedes in Booty Camp: And really all of season 3 because he acted like his life depended on them winning Nationals Will's almost always framed as this benevolent father figure and the narrative has the nerve to blame Mercedes for deserting. His behaviour towards her was unacceptable and his double standard was glaring. And yet, we needed antagonists for ND and so the Troubletones was chosen to be in opposition. And for that to happen we needed Mercedes to leave. There are a lot of Will moments but I think the framing might be most glaring here.
Finn tells the Fabrays about the baby: All of this could just be Finn's greatest hits and I shall make him take the last two spots because as shitty as Will is, he's less obvious with most of his bs. So this is another thing I keep coming back to because I simply cannot comprehend how and why the show allowed this to be Finn's decision and his only and how it never once considered judging him for it. Regardless of the baby mess and how Quinn treated him, Finn had zero right to announce Quinn's pregnancy and the callousness with which Quinn getting kicked out of her home is treated is appalling. The show doesn't stop for a second to consider that this might not have been for the best, actually.
Finn beats up Brody: Another shitty Finn moment, another opportunity for me to wonder what the writers were smoking. This isn't one I've talked all that much about before but oh boy. How could Glee turn Finn's violent and frankly psychotic moment into something heroic? Something romantic? He beats up a guy for being a sex worker and we're supposed to find it romantic. Even though they're not together with Rachel and all Brody did was lie. Which was an issue but Glee never deals with that, no, it judges sex work wholesale and has our hero violently attack another guy. Only for Rachel to swoon at the knowledge that Finn would do that for her. Girl, get a restraining order.
So yeah, I hope that was along the lines of what you were looking for. Obviously there's a lot to be said about each and I really focused on kicking Finn while he was down (funny how people do that, huh) but Will's framing is constant throughout the series. Like I said, I disagree about Puck but he does have this one big one and some smaller instances.
#in my defense i started at a new job in the meantime#i also just forgot lol#i think i shit on finn so much more than will is because will#as cringe and flat out horrible as he is most of the time#didn't do as many life-ruining things#so they stand out less than finn going around fucking people over with no consequences#glee asks#anon#anti finn hudson#anti will schuester#glee's weird framing#anti noah puckerman
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Altair x Reader
Warnings! Smut, lemon, unprotected, a bit of choking, bit of humiliation, sounds a little dub/non con in the end
Note: I just realized I've written nothing for my first and longest crush, none other than the arrogant grumpy assassin! Sorry for the slight ooc-ness, I get weird writing about him...
Also amazing art! It's thanks to this, I've been visually crushing over this man for the longest time! *^*
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"Wanna blow off some steam, Assassin?"
He could still feel your hands all over him, the feeling of your touch;
Your fingers running up his abs, tracing his chest, running over his shoulders, nails lightly scraping the back of his neck before they carded through his hair finally coming to a rest in a tight demanding grip on the back of his head.
It was unlike whatever he was used to.
The girls in the garden. They just did what they were assigned to do. Though they were obedient and submissive, they didn't claw at him like they desired him.
It was unusual.
It was exhilarating.
It was wrong.
It had been one of the rare occasions where there was a brief pause in the conflict between the assassins and the templars. A moment of peace that kept you all from jumping at each other's throats while their mentors and your commanders talked out their differences for a mutually beneficial truce. And of course they both had the option of having their choice of bodyguards accompanying them.
That was how he first met you. In person and eye to eye. With a distance of less than a rooftop, even less than a swords lenght, apart.
He couldn't get it off his mind now.
You had heard of him, seen the havoc he had caused in your ranks without even being seen. And he had seen you before as you barked orders at your little pawns and cut through his less experienced brethren with no mercy.
Always from afar.
Maybe that was the reason you colided hard the moment those roles were gone and out of the way. Attracted by the differences like day and night.
So when you cornered him alone with that very suggestion you were met with little to no resistance as you grabbed his collar and crashed your lips onto his. You demanded and you took as you pleased, making him bend to your will and despite his arrogant self, he liked that. He liked being wanted. The way you had him on his back in moments, straddling him so full of confidence. You were quite a skilled rider too.
Had him wondering if he had finally met his match?
Now as he stalked in the shadows waiting for you to make a wrong move, he wanted to take back. He wanted you. He had spent weeks being distracted time and again by the memories of your little encounter, now that he was so close to you again he couldn't help but drown deeper and deeper in his inner conflict. Thess were slightly different times, what if you rejected him? It would be so embarrassing... and he couldn't just kill you off if you did, that would harm the truce...
He shook his head as he caught himself thinking nonsense again.
Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent...
You were a templar though... did you count?-
He didn't have time to measure your innocence as your pawns left to do something you ordered them to and finally you were all alone. All his. Easy prey.
A hand wrapped around your arm, twisting it behind you as he pulled you into the alleyway and slammed you front first into the wall.
"You've become too dull."
"Have I really?"
That was when he noticed you didn't use your other hand to brace yourself on the wall. The little sharp pain in his side from the blade threateningly pressing into him was proof enough.
"You'd still die anyway. So, yes, you have."
He let go of your arm and you turned around to face him in the very little space provided by his arms caging you to the wall, teasingly grinding your ass back onto him. He of course suppressed the little hiss in response, not wanting to give you the satisfaction.
"You think I dismissed my men because I'm dull and not because I saw a certain assassin lurking around in the shadows?"
He narrowed his glinting golden eyes at you.
"You are bluffing."
You chuckled as you wiped at your scraped cheek to ease the stinging.
"What ever helps your ego."
You could see his scowl even from under the hood casting shadows over his face that complimented his features, as he loomed over you, completely silent. His sunkissed skin, sharp bones, haunting eyes, defined scar over his lips.
"You are in templar territory, what do you want, bird?"
His grimace at the nickname had you smirking triumphantly. Why did you have to know their language... it was annoying.
"Don't call me that!"
"But that's your name."
You looked smug and he didn't like that but you didn't have all day for the yarn of his ego to untangle on it's own. You reached up, slipping your hand inside the hood and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to you so you could whisper in his ear.
"Or do you prefer, Eagle? Am I your poor little prey this time?"
He could feel the goosebumps rise over his arms as he growled in annoyance, your voice rolled over his skin smoothly.
"If you were, you wouldn't live long enough to mock me."
"Flattering."
Your smirk widened, nipping the side of his jaw and pushing him off a whole step before he could react.
"Come, boy."
"... tch..."
Clicking his tongue he wondered if this was all worth it any way as he watched your form striding down the alley, taking his time before he decided to follow you.
To an abandoned building, top floors almost burnt away, leading to a giant hole in the roof opening up to the skies. At the entrance you grabbed his hand cause he was hesitating to step in.
He would have preferred more hospitality... like your own quarters maybe...
He didn't have time to ponder as you pushed him back on one of the few surviving furniture, before straddling his lap.
... a long wooden bench... in a burnt building with cold stone wallls...
"We're in a church!-"
You were already half way through his robes, heavily dropping the weapon belt on the ground as you looked up at his anxious expression, scoffing.
"And? Are you a religious man, Assassin?"
He glared at you but you had a point. He just didn't expect such disrespect from you. Were you not fighting as part of Richard's army?...
"You're shameless."
"Shame is a weakness. You didn't seek me out beacuse I am a weakling now, did you?"
You plopped down on his now not dangerously armed crotch and his hands shot up to grab your hips and steady you.
"Who said I seeked you out? I was just in the area for a job."
"Ouch... you mean you killed off one of my men and came to add insult to the injury?"
He paused as you paused staring down at him. Well maybe he didn't choose his words right. He wasn't good at lying on the spot.
"That's hot."
At this point he had no idea if you meant the things you said or if you were being sarcastic. But he didnt care as you started grinding down over him.
Like last time.
Oh hell no.
He flipped you, so now you were lying on your back looking up at him surprised.
"Not this time. You are mine now."
"Oh? Fine then, show me what you've got."
You almost immediately regretted that as the pit in your stomach deepened not only from excitement but from fear as his fingers wrapped around your throat tightly, nudging your legs apart to settle between them. As you let him discard your clothes, it was probably the first time it downed on you. The danger you were in. He could actually kill you. And no one would know. Kill you and leave you there disgraced and dishonored with no one to know where to look for you.
You wheezed loudly, clutching the wrist of the hand he had wrapped around your neck, your train of thoughts derailed as he unceremoniously thrusted himself into you.
His fingers left your neck, to fist in your hair instead, arching your neck so he had more room as his lips met the delicate skin, his stubble scratching you pleasantly. You grabbed the back of his neck, pressing his face deeper into the crook of your neck and he didn't mind endulging you, sucking and nipping on the skin, combined with shallow slow thrusts had you arching and twisting under him, trying desperately to get more friction out of him. He gripped your hips tightly, pinning you down and restraining your movements.
"I said you'll be good and do as I tell you to."
"That is not what you said."
"Don't test me, (y/n)."
He growled in your ear, his voice rumbling from deep in his chest and you were not about to argue with that as you hummed in response and decided to oblige.
He briefly pulled out of you, only to pull you up and dropping you on your knees on the stoney ground. With a hand on the back of your neck he had you face down, arse up and he plunged himself back into you groaning at the way you twitched around him eagerly with a loud wanton moan.
His other hand grabbed your hip to keep you from jerking forward while he drilled into you, completely different from his earlier pace.
"This is what you want after all. To be fucked like a little bitch with an important audience."
Between your moans and scratching at the ground in pleasure mixed with pain you didnt have time to wonder who, until he grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you back against him so you were facing the old crushed cross behind the altar.
"...you fucking basta-geh!"
He shoved his fingers into your mouth, down your throat, deep enough to make you choke and gag around them.
"I'd watch my mouth, if I were you."
He resumed kissing your abused neck, fingers thrusting in your mouth, creating lewd wet noises and heavy moans.
You were close, he could tell. You were constricting around him so tight he almost released a few times if not for the way you bit his fingers angrily. But he wanted you to finish first. Wanted you to whimper and beg as you just couldn't anymore.
He sunk his teeth in your shoulder and that was it for you. A high pitched mewl and you were clamping down on him violently as your release shook you to your core, slumping over him as he slowed down ever so slightly.
Then he let you drop on your front and resumed his brutal pace, seeking his own release now, disregarding your half hearted protesting sobs.
It didn't take him long and he finished over your ass, panting heavily as he watched your shaky body, get used to the abuse way too quickly as you rolled over underneath him to shoot him a glare.
Awkward silence engulfed you both as he got on his feet and even helped you up with a hand and you both started fixing up your clothes and putting your weapons back in place.
This was not how it ended last time. The silenece made him wonder if he did something very wrong. If your little forbidden rendezvous had come to an end because of him. If it had, it was probably for the best but... he felt a pang of sadness thinking about it. Oh how he wished for you to open your smug mouth and say something. Anything.
"I think we can both agree, I am better off in charge."
"You wish, Templar."
"...well... yes, I do. That's the whole reason behind our ancient conflict, Assassin."
#altair x reader#altair x reader smut#altair x reader lemon#assassins creed#altair ibn la'ahad#assassins creed imagines
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đ¤The Second Worst (Pt. 1/?)đ¤
Part 2 of my Shigaraki Thesis Headcanons. HC's // The Second Worst: 1 - 2
The half-mad ghost of Shimura Tenko is in love with you, and your life is about to become a tragic wreck. -- AKA here's when I gave up on bullet points and went off the fuckin rails
I'm self-conscious about writing so much, so uhhhh, please be kind, hahaaa. This is rather long and involved. Are these still even HCs or just a self-indulgent AU outline? There are some mysteries we may never solve.
This is on AO3 now, if you prefer reading there. Anyway. Minors do not interact.
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You met Tenko before the League existed.
Believe it or not, there are a million ways it might have happened, but in the end: you were both bargain-binning in Akihabara.
You reached for a copy of a collectible bullet-hell cute-'em-up (near-mint! CIB!!!) and accidentally bonked hands with a complete stranger. He flinched about five million feet away from you. Ouch. You're just a nobody, quirkless and average, but you didn't think you were THAT repulsive.
(You're not. Hell, even if you were, this guy couldn't care less. He barely registers that you have a face.)
(Shigaraki is accustomed to getting in and out of this shop in seconds. He always comes in before anyone else and goes straight home. -- Is that really home? Is 'home' a real place? -- ANYWAY he's already pirated this shit, god, why does he even care? He doesn't need to be here. Father doesn't like it. Is that why he's here? Just to do something Father doesn't like? That's pathetic.)
He's had at least ten complete internal arguments with himself before he so much as looks at you.
You know in the tenth of a second he actually meets your eyes... this fucker is going to fight you to the death over this game.
- - - The death match ends in a draw. He was not expecting you to know the first fucking thing about this game. Nobody knows about it, even in Japan. Who the fuck do you even think you are? Oh, no, he's still taking it. But... maybe he can show you how to play it it. He'll give you a little taste, just to make you jealous. He's got his hoodie pulled down like he's going to commit an act of terrorism. What little you can see of his face looks twitchy and messed up. If you have any survival instincts at all, they're kicking in right about now. But... why not. You're not going anywhere with this dude unsupervised, so you suggest a crowded web cafe down the street. The cafe has the necessary console... but the retro gaming booth is laughably small. The TV is about four inches across and you end up having to practically sit in his lap. You were sure this guy was a nasty fucking creep, but he's................ only mostly terrible. Way too angry, for sure. Has no idea how to have a normal, friendly conversation. Inadvertently insults you every other sentence and seems to have a deep-seated persecution complex.
You'd prefer to be mad about the awful company, but... he's obviously deprived of human contact. When it's established that you two share a lot of media fixations, he calms down and starts treating you a little more like a human being. Or at least like a fellow elite.
Wherever he came from, he doesn't seem to want to go back. He keeps pushing you to play one more level, pretending he wants to beat your score. You feel kinda bad for him. You get the distinct feeling that his life is a disaster. He looks like he's never had a full night of sleep in his life. He trips your trigger hairs in that 'is he gonna follow me home?' kind of way, but... up close, he's a lot more depressing than scary. At the very least, you want to buy him a stupidly cute dessert. Just... as thanks. For letting you try out the game and stuff. It's not a big deal, so just pick a flavor, okay? The world isn't actually that awful, y'know.
It's not even that impressive... Definitely not a great cafe. But he takes practically a full hour to eat a single slice of strawberry cake.
When the hoodie comes down. He's all shriveled and dried out, like someone left him him in the desert to die. He chews on his peeling bottom lip and nervously scratches his neck. He doesn't thank you for the cake. Which is fine. It's not a big deal. Actually, you wish he would eat faster; you feel weirdly responsible for him now.
Under all that mess he's... gorgeous? His hair is stunning: a bright, gleaming silver that catches the light. His bone structure is flawless. If it weren't for all the scars and the misanthropic slouch, he'd look like a fairy fucking prince.
You were not prepared for that. In another life he could have been a model, the type of guy who would never even look at you. But something bad happened to him. Something... very bad. Do you even want to know? You have no idea how to ask. Has anyone ever been nice to him? It doesn't seem like it. Should YOU be nice to him? You sort of want to try. - - - This becomes a regular thing. This weird little secret. You should probably tell someone when you see him, just in case you don't come back one day, but you say nothing; how the hell would you explain why you want to see him so bad? You don't know his full name. Maybe he's on a watch list. When he gives you a long string of random numbers so you can schedule meet-ups (is THAT his e-mail, really?) he tells you to just... call him Tenko. Or whatever. It doesn't matter. (He sneaks out when Father is deep in his plots. As long as he comes home on time, it doesn't really matter where he goes, right?) He brings a different game every time. He has an insane collection. Where does he get the money for all this? You know he doesn't work. God, is it drugs? It's probably drugs. Wherever these hidden gems came from, he proudly shows them off to you, like he's never had an audience before. It's sort of cringe-inducing, the way he one-ups and rubs every little victory in your face, desperate for attention.
But at the same time, you are becoming too... something...to mind. Do you... like him? He's not funny, but he thinks you are. His mouth is huge when he laughs. He seems to hate everyone but you, and you've had to earn the distinction of being merely tolerable. Still, he gets really excited about random shit like the garage kit black market and haunted dolls and the price of weed on the dark web.
And... strawberry cake. The realization hits you both at the same time when the waitress brings one piece with two forks. God, what the fuck, are you... are you dating? Quick, think. You look forward to seeing him, and don't even mind sitting close to him anymore. Sometimes you push your leg up against him just to see if he'll still flinch away... and he doesn't.
You jealously notice the way he touches everything but you: with delicate precision, one finger at a time. His large, elegant hands always have a pinky up like he's aspiring for a fiefdom, and you wonder what his skin feels like. You go home and dwell on the way he plucks flowering weeds out of the pavement in front of the cafe. The way he stands rooted to the spot as you leave, just... looking at nothing, unsmiling.
You watch his lips too much, and not just because you want to buy him chapstick. You catch him gaping at you all the time. You thought he was just creepy like that, but maybe... Yeah. I guess you are dating him. Shit. - - - Okay, so, yeah. Bringing him back to your place was definitely a bad idea. You know you shouldn't trust him, even if he is... apparently... your boyfriend? Sort of? You still don't have his phone number. So. Um. What now? You order overpriced pizza and queue up a campy horror movie. What the fuck are you even doing. You don't really think he's going to murder you anymore, but... still. Is the suburban massacre scene gonna give him ideas? Turns out, no. He doesn't like gore, even when the blood is neon pink. He gets upset. Like, really upset. Shaky and green, like he might puke on you. He can't stop scratching that scaly spot on his neck.
Tenko, are you crying? Fucking hell, did you just trigger him? Of course he has a traumatic past, it's carved all over his face. You're so fucking stupid. You don't know how to make it right. You want to hug him, kiss him... anything. But he's never really touched you, and you're too afraid to push now. It ruins the whole night. He leaves without explaining anything. Doesn't even say goodbye. He just. Leaves. Maybe you'll never see him again. Maybe that's for the best. Your chest hurts. - - - He shows up at your door a few weeks later. You haven't heard from him since that disastrous movie night. You had pretty much accepted that you'd broken up with a boyfriend you never actually had. But no. Apparently not.
This time, heâs brought his own entertainment. He's holding a boxed set of some show you're not familiar with. You're distracted by these weird little half-gloves he's wearing, like a cyberpunk hacker. That's a new look, and even if it's a bit edgelord adjacent, he makes it look cool. You tell him as much. It's the first time you've let on how attractive you find him. He's wearing a tight black shirt with a deep, deep V-neck. That's distracting too.
He clears his slender throat and doesn't look at you.
You try to apologize for before, but he's acting like it never happened. What are you even talking about? Have you seen this OVA or not? Get out of the way and let him in already. You've watched three episodes now, but you still have no idea what this stupid anime is about. You can't pay attention to a single frame. All you can think about is how his arm has crept up behind your shoulders. A few inches more and he'll be holding you. Does he... want to hold you? You lean toward him so slowly your spine creaks. One molecule at a time. After a thousand years, your head slides nervously under his chin. His arm comes down, locking you in, fingers clutching your sleeve in a death grip. Even that snobby little pinky. His head tucks down into you hair. A sharp collarbone bites into your cheek. His heartbeat is hard, fast, and irregular. There's not a scrap of fat on him, and as you wrap your arm around his stomach, you think you see a twitch in his pants. Is that just you being desperate? Or... hopeful? This is really happening. --- Soon, you learn that Tenko is a clumsy kisser. It doesn't matter; the fact that he's kissing you at all is good enough for now. His lips are dry, but not half as dry as you expected. There's a slick of menthol helping things along; he's been using something medicated on his lips. Plus, his mouth tastes like he drank a gallon of mouthwash.
All this thrills you more than a little, because it means he came here wanting to impress you. Wanting you. Full stop. Underneath that minty sting is a strange, worrisome aftertaste, like something rotten. Your brain fires off an alarm. Stop kissing him. Right now. This thing will make you sick. But his hands nervously slide over your body... and you decide not to worry about it. Instead, you kiss him deeper. He makes a sweet, startled little noise. Your brain is a fucking liar. It occurs to you he's probably never done this before.
When you lace your fingers in his and try to pull one of his gloves off, he rips his hand away.
Don't. Thatâs the only explanation he gives.
No need to ask if it's a quirk thing or a trauma thing. Judging by how jittery he gets, it's probably both. You remember the way his hands almost float over objects without ever holding them. Maybe his touch is dangerous. Maybe that's why his face looks like that.
Maybe you should learn more about him before things go way too far...
No. It can't be that bad. Now that he's in your arms, everything frightening about him evaporates. He's vulnerable. He's alone. He's shaking a little. Has anyone else ever seen this side of him? You want to keep him all to yourself, just like this.
So what if he has to touch you with gloves on? You've heard of worse quirk-related inconveniences.
It's okay, Tenko. Do you want to keep going?
You put his hands back on you and wait for him to kiss you again. It doesn't take long.
---
You open his pants. He's long and thin, calloused even here. Every part of him feels untouched, unloved. You hold him tight and squeeze.
It doesn't seem to occur to him to please you in return. He looks afraid. Confused. You're sure you scared him earlier with the glove thing. Is this too much? No. He gasps and leans into you. The tiniest, broken please.
He cums in your hand right away, face buried in your shoulder, his eyes wet and hidden.
I have to go, he says. Over and over and over.
It's okay, Tenko.
You know he doesn't want to.
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I'm not sure what you mean by "classic" but it wasn't my first Paper Mario game -- I'd first played the original SNES one and read about and played the Game Boy one as a young adult. I liked all of them and enjoyed my brief, ecstatic moment when my younger sister discovered them and (as she later put it) "went down a Mario rabbit hole."
They're very different than the other SNES Paper Mario games, though, the ones on Game Boy and Super NES. And yes, I'd recommend you start with Super Mario Bros, as that is the best known and most influential of them.
Super Mario Bros is the original Mario game, and I think it has the most to recommend it -- you can see it as a "puzzle" game even though it's not particularly difficult and it's also just a lot of fun to explore. The original, non-Pixel-art Super Mario Bros. is arguably even more mysterious and exciting and new as a first game than Super Mario Bros as a sequel, as it's a game you've never seen before. (Nintendo is still very good at this, and there are still things in the Mario series that haven't been seen before by the widest audience. Remember Super Mario Land, and remember the mysteriousness and excitement of those weird levels!)
If you play it the game is very difficult to learn and it makes you very good at it, but it's not a very good first game if you don't know how to play it -- you could play Super Mario Bros. without ever having played any of the games that came after it (the later ones), which would still be very much fun. (Although, in practice, of course you have played some of the later games; it's kind of silly to deny that.)
The classic version of Super Mario Bros. has a lot of interesting stuff that's not there in the later games. In particular, it has the very unusual idea of letting you take two walls of Mario at the same time, so that if you try to jump up a slope you can jump sideways around the corner as well, and in fact if you do this a third of the time (a surprisingly high fraction) you will be able to jump over the entire map, from one end to the other. This can be very difficult to do on purpose (or "on purpose" in the sense I'm explaining it, which is the sense in which it's "on purpose," it's not a conscious thing) if you're not practiced enough at the game, so this is one thing I think is not actually in the later games' favor as a "puzzle."
(For me, another part of that puzzle-like quality is, in the classic version, two- and three-star "worlds" can be reached through the same path, and I feel like I understand what's going on even if I never see any hints or messages about it. The later game versions do this too, and it makes it easier to "see" what is going on but it's much less easy to make sense of in advance -- the later games give you the first few "pieces" of the puzzle, but I'd expect the solution to the puzzle to be much more complex, and the earlier games make you get there without guidance. Of course, the older games don't have this quality -- I was very confused when I first played them, even though I knew I should be able to get there because of the way the controls worked.)
Anyway:
World 1 is an island that is also "World 2" and is also the final boss (you get into a boat and have to escape by going back the way you came, the way to World 2), and the two worlds are full of weird stuff, and the boat also lets you explore the area around the island (and if you land on the right spots, you can walk directly on top of the island without going over it, so this is very useful for some puzzles).
Here's a thing about World 1:
The levels are all divided into two "segments" of the same size, with two levels in between the segments. During each level you can only use items that work only during the level they are in. For example, if you take the Bullet Bill on level 5 you can only use it in level 7 and 8. This forces you to make a decision very early on about how you want to approach the level -- and since you can use all the items on every level, there are a lot of ways to approach. The easiest strategy is to just run through the level, which is, of course, the easiest path for a casual player, the obvious choice if they just want to see the "good ending." But you can also use the different segments of the level one at a time, so if you're a speedrunner you could run through each segment of the level in order. The latter strategy is much, much less obvious, and involves you doing a lot of work to prepare for it and think through which items you need for which segment. The latter strategy has a much greater "difficulty" component -- in particular you have to be a good enough player to know which items will let you "cheat" on different segments, and do the right thing for that.
Level 4 is a good example of this. It's the first one that you get a Super Mushroom from, which will let you go very fast when you need to (like, say, over a wall, or even over a gap the width of two pixels). But you only get this for a very short time (the first two or three seconds of the level) before the time runs out. (If you're a novice player, you might not think about this until it's too late! Or you might not even realize the Super Mushroom is available until you've had it for a while.)
And the real kicker is that World 4 has the same segments as World 1, only the segments themselves are flipped (i.e. World 4 has segments 1, 2, and 3, while World 1 has segments 1, 2, and 3.) So if you're trying to solve the puzzles in World 4 in order you can "cheat" on each segment's segments by running very fast over the top of the segment. Then your running speed will have exactly reached the limit of 4 on each segment -- in other words, you can "cheat" on the segment for the entire time that you want it, in order to use its items.
Here is the map for World 4.
So if you want to go through World 4 in order, you need to figure out which segments of World 1 have the same "geometry" as the segments of World 4. Since you have Super Mushrooms you can jump very fast, you can skip all the obstacles on level 5, and you can walk on level 6 (there are segments of the level 1 map you could
Honestly, I feel really lucky to have grown up on the particular era and subset of video games that I did (Nintendo games of the 2000s). It's hard to put my finger on, but there was some kind of deeply... ethereal? Mysterious? There was a real vibe to that set of games, a vibe that Nintendo hasn't captured since, and that, as much as I enjoy them, earlier games didn't capture. I wish I could articulate it better.
I think elements of it start to show up in the N64 era, but the tech isn't good enough to fully realize it. But the whole like, Luigi's Mansion, Mario Sunshine, Pikmin, Paper Mario TTYD and Super Paper Mario, Pokemon DDPT, Mario Galaxy, that whole run of games... they all have this vibe. They all have this weirdness. A particular weirdness. I think it's most heightened in Super Paper Mario, which, like, honestly, even if you're not into Mario or Nintendo I think you should play. It's a really strange and interesting game even looking back on it as an adult.
And then the weirdness kind of ended with Galaxy 2, which is really fun but it's "just" fun, in a way. And IMO Nintendo games since have been "just" fun, they don't like, have quirks that lurk in the recesses of my mind anymore. One of the reasons I love Hollow Knight is that it was clearly inspired by that era of games, both in certain mechanics (you cannot convince me the charms system wasn't ripped straight from Paper Mario's badges), but also in vibe. It really captures the... thing, the thing that childhood me felt when I played these games, and reproduces it for a more mature audience. God Hollow Knight is so good. Play Hollow Knight and play all three Paper Marios. Then you will get it.
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Yay! My main man!
First impression: I didn't like him when I first watched My Hero. I thought his design was cool, and was impressed the story was trying to touch on the issues it had set up in the beginning rather then forgetting about them, but I just thought he was weird. Impression now: He's my favorite and I don't know how I overlooked him. Back hair, exaggerated features, super minor villain--that's always been my jam. He's as shallow as a puddle and I'm fine with that because that means I get to make up nearly 95% of his character. I still think it was a missed opportunity to have him be a bit more reasonable in Vigilantes and spiral into being a harsh black and white thinker, but it makes mistakes like that a lot, as does Hori so it's almost expected at this point. Favorite moment: His talk with All Might. I do have issues with it, but it was nice to see Stain in a less pure "murder mode" then usual. I'm glad he sort of got to contribute something to the plot, even if Hori messed it up with Stars and Stripes. It was also cool to see him stick by his morals and swim back to the mainland instead of joining AfO. I was glad Hori kept his personality consistent in that regard, because he easily could have changed him given his minor character status and long hiatus from the story. Idea for a story: I have so many, but all of them (at least canon compliant ones) are about him growing as a person. I really like the thought of him having his world view challenged and how he'd deal with that. Seeing that All Might's not perfect, and that Tenya has become a better Hero and person. Realizing that in a way Shigaraki wasn't wrong--he was doing his purges for selfish reasons. Just interesting character study pieces that give him more depth and personality, while still retaining his characterization. Unpopular opinion: I don't think his interaction which AM was very good in terms of showing a shift in how villains are viewed. Sure AM talked to him and didn't attack him, but he's also in no position too. He doesn't have any power to take Stain down. All he can do is listen to him. Plus, AM's not really in the right headspace either. He's depressed and feels like failure. He probably doesn't care if Stain kills him or not, so he's not going to fight him. Also, Hori ruins it anyway by reminding the audience Stain is a bad guy, by having him give his kill count, which has doubled, and still demanding to be taken down. It just doesn't feel like a chapter to hold up as proof of villains turning over a new leaf and being on the good guys side. Even if it's trying to do that, it's doing a bad job. Favorite relationship: Probably him and All Might. It's at least somewhat shown in canon so you can get a feel for it. I'd like to see more of it in the future if possible. I would also be interested in how Tenya or Tensei would interact with him if he ends up on the Hero side and living. Tenya has shown support for Shoto reaching out to Dabi, and I doubt he'd get mad at Izuku or Ochako for helping Shigaraki and Toga, but could he give a second chance to Stain? If done right it could be a good character growth moment for both Stain and Tenya. Favorite headcanon: He's a surprisingly good artist. He started as a kid, entering the children's' art contest All Might's agency would have every year or so. He even won a few times. All Might still has the winners somewhere in a box at home. He hasn't made the connection that C. Akaguro is Stain though. Now-a-days he'd be pretty rusty since he hasn't done anything since he started to kill as Stain, but with some practice he could get back into pretty fast.
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hey can you do their reactions on first date? i'm loving your posts
WayV's First Dates
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Kun:
Kun had recently asked you out on your first date
You honestly didn't know what you were expecting to do when he came and picked you up from your place
But spotting a cute little picnic basket and a checkered sheet in the back seat of his car, it clicked
He was going to take you out on a picnic, duh
He knew after your years of friendship that you adored his cooking
So he thought "maybe I should just cook something just for them and I"
When you two arrived at your destination, being the gentleman he is, he helps you out of his luxury Mercedes
(He wouldn't admit it but he wants to flex a bit for you)
And honestly, this place was beautiful
"Kun, it's stunning here.. Wow"
You marvel at the lush green grass and the beautiful weeping willows decorating the open field
He linked his hands with yours, the picnic basket and sheet in his other
He led you to a very specific spot, next to a small trickling stream
"I come sit here sometimes when I'm feeling overwhelmed, y/n. I thought that since you know.. we're dating now I should begin to show you my safe places" he said as he spread out the checkered sheet and set the basket on top of it
You planted yourself on top of the sheet, and he followed
After opening the basket, he pulls out your lunch
It was simple, but adorable
He had made precious little bite sized sandwiches and beautifully decorated heart shaped cookies
Two cans of coke for you two to drink as well
And a bag of chips
"I hope this is alright, y/n.. I know it's not much bu-"
"Kun, it's absolutely precious. I love it so much."
He smiles and laces his hand with yours
You two spend hours sitting and enjoying nature
Maybe you two fall asleep in each other's arms and wake up 3h later when the sun is setting
Ten:
Ten was extremely nervous about picking you up for your first date together
He was slightly worried that maybe you wouldn't enjoy what he had planned
Slightly? I mean he was nearly shaking because he really wanted to have many many dates with you after this one
If he messes up now, it could nuke the possibility of any other dates
He had told you to dress somewhat formally
Preferably in a suit and tie or a flowy dress
So when he sees you walking to his car from your door, he's starstruck at how you look
He had planned taking you to a waltz class and then to an Italian dinner
Guy wanted to be extra
So when you arrive at the class
And you realize what he had planned
You're flustered because
Holy shit, you're expected to dance with the man that is known in the music industry partially because of his dancing?
You're nervous, yet so grateful
He guides you slowly and eventually you get the steps
And the way it feels to be in his arms as you two dance together ignites a fire in your heart
All you feel for Ten at that moment is just an insane amount of love
After the class is finished, you're in awe when he takes you two a dimly lit restaurant
A candle lit restaurant as well??
Damn, Ten really knew how to get you in the loving mood
When he drops you off at home, you invite him in for tea
He asks you for a dance
And you two waltz around your living room like a couple of fools
But a couple of fools that were in love
Winwin:
It took months before Winwin actually got the guts to ask you out
He'd manage to get half the question out before changing the whole conversation
So when he finally forced it out, and you accepted
He was over the moon
But now the problem is..
Where should he take you?
He decided to settle for something easy but just as special as anything else
And that was taking you for a walk in your local park
It was fall, so the leaves were turning and the air was somewhat chilly
"y/n, to warm our hands, do you want a warm drink?"
"Yes please, Sicheng"
You two went to get coffee/tea
And with your coffee/tea in your left hand and Sicheng's hand in the right
It gave you a feeling in your chest like a roaring campfire
You two talked for what seemed like an eternity
About anything and everything
Sitting on a bench, hand in hand
As you watch people and their dogs stroll by
Eventually, you started to get a bit cold
So you two made your way back to your apartment
You invited him in for snacks and maybe some TV
As you were watching some randomly picked out b-movie
You two fell asleep in each other's arms
Lucas:
He's actually adorable. I just wanna hold his hand.
When Lucas originally asked you out
He never thought that you'd actually agree
So he didn't think of anything past the idea of asking you
When you went "sure, I'd love to go out with you. What would you want to do?"
He halted
"I don't know.. Maybe just go see a movie on Friday night?"
It was a basic idea, but an idea nonetheless
So when Friday night came and he picked you up
Poor guy was super nervous
You two settled on seeing some action spy movie thing
You didn't want to admit to him that sometimes during these movies, you get motion sick
So when you get the slight nauseated feeling from keeping your eyes on the fast moving screen
You hide your face in Lucas' shoulder, doing deep breath exercises
You grab his hand and as he realizes you're not exactly feeling well
He rubs tiny patterns into the top of your palm
"Do you maybe just want to go walk around the mall, y/n? We can leave now if you'd like"
"Yes please.."
He guides you out of the theatre and into the adjoining mall
As your eyes land on Build-a-Bear Workshop, you give him puppy eyes
"Xuxi, let's build a bear together!"
Oh, how could he say no?
So you two build a stereotypical teddy bear together
But with one of those hearts that they put in that does the little heartbeat thing
He admires the way you look as you butt-fuck the stuffing into the bear (idk how else to describe it I'm so sorry)
And honestly, he has a bit of a hard time letting you take the bear home but he has to be the charming "yes, you can have the bear" type #MatureXuxi
He's so happy when you agree to another date ;)
Xiaojun:
Xiaojun preformed at your local bar on Saturday nights
As his best friend, you'd always agree to be there
Until he asked you something that genuinely surprised you
"Do you maybe want to come and see my show as... my girlfriend and date? I mean, you don't have to but..."
"I'd love to, Dejun."
You had been having certain feelings for Xiaojun shortly after you two developed a friendship
Anyways,
On Saturday night, he had picked you up
At the bar, you helped him prepare for his performance
Setting up the microphone, tuning his guitar, etc.
He had written a song for you that he would perform in front of the audience
And God, if your face wasn't flushed at the way he introduced you to the crowd as his girlfriend
Then it definitely would've been after he sang this song about how handsome/beautiful you were
After his performance, he sat across from you at your table
"Did you like it, y/n?"
"Y-Yes, I loved it.."
He reached his hands across the table and grabbed your hand
"I love you, y/n."
He pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your hand
Quite a weird first date, but a very heartfelt one.
Hendery:
You and Hendery had a specific place to always go as friends
And that was the arcade
He loved how you'd jump around and smile after beating the high score on one of the flashy machines
He also found it hilarious when you'd input "ur mum" as your name after you've absolutely obliterated 1st the place score
So when he asked you
"y/n you think you'd like to go on a date with me to the arcade? I mean like.. a date date"
It kinda hit different
I mean, it was the place you'd always hang out with him
But this wasn't as homies
This was as blossoming lovers
You were unreasonably nervous, and so was he
You two eventually stopped being shy around each other
And started pushing each other around if you or he wanted to play one of the games you've played millions of times before, first
The way he cheered you on as you played some type of Street Fighter
It really opened your eyes to how you truly felt about Hendery
Every compliment that he spilled
It'd make your face flush
I mean, you knew you had a bit of a crush on him in the first place
But now? Now you knew you were undeniably in love with him
After this little occasion, you two started to go on more date dates to other places besides the arcade
Yangyang:
You and Yangyang spent the majority of your time at the PC cafe with each other
Playing some online games
Sometimes other members of NCT would join you as well
It became something you'd look forward to at the end of the week
You and Yangyang were almost ALWAYS teammates
You weren't too sure if he always requested to be on your team because he liked you or because he thought you were a good player
Maybe both?
Definitely both.
After your hangout with Yangyang and a handful of NCT members, he asked you out for a trip to the bakery
"y/n, you maybe wanna join me to the bakery? I'll buy you something... it'll be a little date"
A date?
"Sure, Yang. I'd love to. Free food is a bonus too."
Your face went red as he slips his hand into yours and pulls you towards the bakery
You two unknowingly kept your hands grasped to each other's as you picked out a small dessert
"Yangyang, do you maybe... like me?"
"Like you? Of course I do" he squeezes your hand "I think I like you more than a friend should like a friend"
Oh so this..
This WAS a date
"I like you like that too, Yangyang..."
He flashes you his signature Yangyang⢠smile
"Then lets do little dates more?" he asks
"Yeah, I'd love to..."
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Loitering with intent to Wattpad
I've been dithering about this a lot since I started getting back into visible internet activity with my writing, and I decided I'm going to start a new Wattpad profile for my microfiction and maybe for longer stuff later when I have longer stuff to share.
I've been on Wattpad before. I was never hugely involved in big site-wide activities, but one of my stories was featured (I didn't apply for that or suggest it, I just logged in one day and it had happened, which was super weird), some of my books were on official genre reading lists, I read a lot there, and I shared a few novellas and novels which I love with all my heart for being learning experiences, but that aren't anywhere online now and don't really represent what I do anymore.
I definitely don't write Typical Brand Wattpad stories and I'm fully aware that the majority of WP users aren't exactly my audience, but I also don't really care, especially since the site took away basically all discoverability tools and sort of became an online slush pile for their publishing department and media partnerships. I'm not complaining about that at all, just acknowledging that it's not exactly a place to share writing socially anymore, so I don't have that expectation. I know a lot of people got royally pissed off about it, but meh. Businesses gonna business.
The main thing that made me not want to be there before was the aggressively identity politics-ish vibe that seemed to suddenly become a very strong focus. Again, not complaining (apart from about the brigading, representation policing, and other unpleasant villagers-with-pitchforks drama, but I assume that's not common), it's just not something I enjoy as the main theme of my online creative experiences.
I honestly don't know how prevalent that whole "the demographic info of writer and their characters is the most, or only, important thing about a story" approach is, or if it was just a huge deal in the circles I moved in at that particular time. Maybe it's entirely possible to be on Wattpad in a small quiet way and not get bogged down in that. I mean, Tumblr is undeniably aggressively identity politics-y overall and people get absolutely ripped to shreds for not ticking all the ever-changing boxes of moral and social acceptability, but it's not something I encounter here on a regular basis because the people I choose to follow and interact with aren't like that.
What I did enjoy about Wattpad was the platform itself, in terms of function, aesthetics and usability. While it definitely isn't somewhere to bring people into from elsewhere (you pretty much have to set up an account and/or download the app to read anything and the ads are TERRIBLE if you don't have a premium subscription), it's a lovely user experience from a writing-and-sharing perspective and lets you create very slick, beautiful books. I also met some very cool people there and it can be great for finding things to read, if you don't object to doing some digging to reach the gold.
Writing serialised fiction and posting as I write is definitely not my thing (I tried it and it wasn't for me), but I'm creating content based around microfiction for other platforms anyway and I get a kick out of playing around with sharing on various channels. I'm also writing longer stories anyway and not planning to sell those in any kind of mainstream way (they'll be downloadable for free on my website, with an option to leave a tip) so it's not like having things on Wattpad would negatively impact anything else I'm doing.
So yeah. That's a thing. I'll post a link here once I get it all set up. I'd love to hear from other Tumblr folk who are on Wattpad as well so I can visit you and read yer stuff <3
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