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eldritchsurveys · 5 years ago

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When was the last time you ate out for lunch? >> Well, I went to my favourite bar on Thursday at around noon and I had some food while I was there. What color was the last swimsuit you wore? >> --- Is your dream job attainable? >> --- Have you ever been to an auto show? >> Nope. Have you ever wondered how flies get away from being swatted so quickly? >> Actually, someone told me just last night -- it’s because they can feel the air currents or whatever it’s called, from the object coming towards them. I guess flyswatters are made in a way that mitigates that, so they don’t sense it so quickly? Honestly, I just wish flies could just... sense that the window is open and fly towards that instead of buzzing around my room irritating me........

Have you read a newspaper today? >> No. What was the last thing you cooked for dinner? >> --- Do you live in the city/town you were born in? >> No. Can you remember the last song you listened to? >> No, but Last.fm does. It was Apeshit by The Carters (Beyoncé and Jay-Z). Do you have to go to school or work tomorrow? >> No. Have you consumed dairy today? >> I haven’t consumed anything yet. Have you slept for longer than usual today? >> No, I slept for less time than usual. I swear, any time I go to bed a little later than usual, or eat too close to bedtime, or anything, it’s like my brain throws a tantrum and refuses to sleep properly. Annoying. Have you ever been to a drive-in theatre? >> No. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? >> Yes. Have you consumed alcohol today? If so, what? >> I haven’t consumed anything, it’s like 8 AM. What’s your go-to website when you’re really bored? >> TV Tropes is one. The SCP wiki is another. Who was the main cook of your Thanksgiving meal last year? >> Sparrow’s mother cooks [most of] the Thanksgiving meal. Do you have a passport? If so, how many stamps do you have in it? >> No. Have you ever been dumped really harshly? >> Probably. Have you ever taken classes for a musical instrument? >> I took classes for bass guitar for a brief period of time. Have you ever been on vacation with someone other than your family? >> I’ve only been on vacation alone or with Sparrow. Do you live with your parents? >> No. Are there any embarrassing school pictures of you anywhere in your house? >> No. Can you do a blackflip, or anything else of that sort? >> LOL blackflip. No, I can’t do flips in general, the only one I can do is a cartwheel. What moment in your life have you been most scared? >> I don’t know. Maybe when I was todash. Do you have any exes you can’t stand anymore? What happened to cause you to feel that way about them? >> Sure. They treated me poorly and refused to take responsibility for it, what else? Do you ever make your own surveys, or just take them? >> I just take them. What would your parents do if you told them you were pregnant right now? >> --- Have you ever actually thought you were pregnant? Were you? >> Yes. Yes. Are you more of a phone or a computer person? >> I prefer the full keyboard and big screen on a computer. But the convenience of a phone (especially for reading and listening to music) is not to be denied. Do you like to cook, or do you prefer when other people cook for you? >> I prefer being cooked for. Which works out, because Sparrow loves to cook. How old do you think you’ll be when you move out on your own? >> LOL Do you have a job? If so, where do you work? If not, do you want one? >> I don’t have a job. No, I don’t particularly want one. Have you ever ripped your pants in public? >> Not to my recollection, but maybe. Do movies such as ‘Saw’ and ‘The Grudge’ scare you easily? >> No. I don’t watch them to be scared, though, so it doesn’t matter. Who do you talk to the most on MSN? >> --- How many best friends do you have? What are their names? >> --- What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever been dared to do? Did you do it? >> I have no idea. Do you know anybody who has a birthday today? >> No. When is your birthday? How old will you be? >> 28 May. I will be 33, which is also the title of a jaunty Coheed & Cambria song. Do you change the radio stations repeatedly in the car? >> We just listen to Sparrow’s iPod or my phone in the car. Can you drive? >> No. I mean, I know how it works and I’ve done it before, but I can’t do it well enough to get a license. Have you ever thought someone was talking to you, but it turned out they were on the phone? Did you play it off? >> Yeah, that used to happen a lot when they first started making Bluetooth devices, lmao. Sure I played it off, what else am I going to do? What do you consider to be a good grade? What do you consider to be a bad grade? >> --- Have you ever had a teacher who hated you? >> Maybe. I think teachers mostly just didn’t understand me. Can you remember who your grade 5 teacher was? Did you like them? >> Vaguely. I think she was nice enough. What’s your favourite TV show? >> Carnivale is one. In your opinion, who is the best looking celebrity out there at the moment? >> --- Do you like peanut butter cookies? >> Not necessarily. Do you know anybody that has severe allergies? >> Yeah. Do you have an iPod? How many songs are on it? >> No. Who was the last person you slow danced with? >> --- What was the last song you listened to on repeat? >> Dead of Night by Orville Peck. What’s your favourite song at the moment? >> I haven’t really thought about it, but the aforementioned is a strong contender. Do you prefer headphones or earbuds? >> Headphones. Do you ever ride the city bus? How much does it cost you? >> Yep. It costs $1.75 per ride. (Compare that to NYC, which costs, what, $3/ride now? If not yet, it will cost $3 soon.) How do you get to school? >> --- Speaking of school, do you like it or hate it? >> I did not enjoy it and I am glad it’s not a part of my life anymore. Are you a social person? >> I mean, sure? I have moments of sociability. Are you reliable? >> I can be. What person/people do you trust the most? >> Hm. Do you say ‘like’ a lot? >> Fairly enough, I guess. What is the last book you read? Did you enjoy it? >> The last book I finished was Son by Lois Lowry (the last book in the Giver quartet). I did enjoy it. Do you buy CD’s anymore, or just download the songs? >> No, I use Spotify. What is your favourite beverage to have in the morning? >> Tea. Do you scream out the answers while watching game shows on TV? >> I don’t really watch game shows.

Who in your life do you care about more than yourself? >> --- Would you ever consider adopting a child with a severe mental illness? >> No. I myself am not mentally equipped for that. Do you have a brother or a sister? If so, are you close with them? If you are an only child, do you ever wish you had siblings? >> --- When was the last time you were with all of your best friends? >> --- Do you ever go into photobooths? >> No. Do you waste money on unnecessary things? >> No. Which wild animal would you most like to have as a pet? >> I would like wild animals to stay wild, actually. What bill do you hate paying the most? >> I definitely do not love paying any bill.... What’s the best place to eat a romantic dinner? >> I’m the wrong person to ask. When is the last time you got drunk and danced on a bar? >> I’ve never danced on a bar. Name of your second grade teacher? >> Ms... Condor? Something like that. What do you really want to be doing right now? >> There’s nothing else I feel like doing more than this. What did you want to be when you were growing up? >> --- Gas prices…first thought? >> They’re high? Compared to what they were when I was a kid. If you could move anywhere and take someone with you, who and where would it be? >> --- Last thought before falling asleep last night? >> I don’t remember. Favorite style of underwear? Favorite style of underwear for the opposite sex? >> I like boys’ briefs for myself. I don’t care what other people wear. What errands or chores do you despise? >> Any of the “wet” ones -- bathroom and kitchen chores, in other words. Your favorite cartoon character? >> Stitch is one. Favorite non sexual thing to do with girl/boy? >> --- A secret that you wouldn’t mind everyone knowing? >> It wouldn’t be a secret if I didn’t mind other people knowing. What was your first car? >> --- Your best YO MAMA joke? >> I don’t tell those. Remember that show, though, with Wilmer Valderrama? Wild. Beach or lake? >> Beach. Who do you stalk on Facebook? >> No one. Favorite guilty pleasure? >> --- Favorite movie you wouldn’t want anyone to find out about? >> I’m really not ashamed of anything I enjoy, guys. I refuse to be. I’ve been shamed enough by other people. What’s your drink? >> Absinthe. Do you cheer for the bad guy? >> I sure do, a lot of the time. What Hollywood star do you think resembles you best? >> --- What do you want to do when you are sick? >> I don’t know, I’m like never sick. Who from high school would you like to run in to? >> --- What famous person would you like to have dinner with? >> --- What famous person would you like to sleep with? >> --- Start a new career, or relationship? >> No. Do you go to church? >> Nope.

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theclanscript · 6 years ago

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the five keys to son hyunwoo

⋈ pairing: hyunwoo x reader ⋈ word count: 4,119 ⋈ genre: fluff ⋈ notes: starting things off right with our lovely leader ♥

1. He is funnier than most people, although nobody ever sees it coming

You were sitting under an awning in a corner of campus, your sandwich on the bench next to you and a bottle of water in your hand. With mild interest, you were watching the students hurrying from building to building, door to door, gate to gate. Even though you weren’t a big fan of dressing up for Halloween – at least not at school – you appreciated the effort some of your peers had put into their outfit for October 31st. You had seen several Harry Potters, two minions, a landslide of Marvel characters, and one thing that looked like a six-foot-four Griffin.

You put down your phone after taking a few snapshots and reached for your sandwich. Lunch wasn’t long, but at least you had only two classes left. Just as you were about to bite into the bread, you noticed two people approaching you out of the corner of your eye. You looked up just to see Hoseok, one of your classmates, with his friend Hyunwoo staggering toward you. Hoseok was dressed up as a cowboy, his hat an offensive shade of red and his brown leather boots at least two sizes too big.

“Hey,” Hoseok greeted and his wide smile exposed a row of perfect teeth. “You’re not in the spirit?”

“Not quite yet,” you grinned and nodded at Hyunwoo. You had seen him around and he was in one or two of your classes, but you had never talked much. It wasn’t until three weeks ago that Hoseok had introduced you at lunch and you had learned – or cared to remember – his name.

“And what are you supposed to be?” you asked and looked him up and down. He was dressed in a white overall with black dots on it. The sleeveless garment revealed his tan, muscular arms, and a hairpiece with two plastic horns adorned his head.

“He’s a cow,” Hoseok said excitedly. “Get it? I’m a cowboy. He’s my cow.”

“Yes, I think I understand the concept.” You gave a lopsided grin. “And what’s your lovely cow’s name?”

Hyunwoo looked at you with appropriately big brown eyes, expression completely blank as he answered.

“Hyunmoo.”

2. He is dependable, get used to it

This was not how you had imagined the second date would go.

The bright, fluorescent lights in the waiting room felt like they were burning your eyes, your breathing was shallow and strained. You were slumped in your chair, trying to focus on something, anything but the severe urge to empty your stomach contents all over the gray PVC coated floors – although by now there could be not much left, if you even still had a stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut and buried your face in your hands, but somehow that upset your insides even more. A low, desperate sound left your mouth, but fortunately nothing else. The chair next to yours shifted as someone sat down and you felt them looming over you.

“How are you holding up?” Hyunwoo’s voice was calm, normal even, as if he had not just driven the girl he had only gone out with once before to the hospital after she had gotten violently sick in the restaurant and all over his shoes.

All you could do was shake your head.

“Try to sit up straight.”

“The light,” you whispered, trying not to sound too pathetic. It was bad enough that you were completely at the mercy of mainstream AC currents.

“Ah. Come here.” Hyunwoo gently pushed against your shoulder to get you to sit up. Then he took off his sweater, folded it once, and carefully placed it over your face to block out the brightness. You inhaled deeply and let your head lull back a little bit and the new position brought immediate relief to your stomach. The sweater smelled faintly of expensive cologne and detergent and Hyunwoo. You smiled as you remembered when he had hugged you goodbye after your first date – on the doorstep of your apartment building, close enough to make sure you were safe, far enough to be considered polite – and how his smell had enveloped you in that moment. His arms had held you tightly, warmly, and his presence had clouded your mind and made you dizzy, until he had let go and a cool fall breeze had jerked you back into reality.

“Can you breathe?” he asked and you nodded slowly.

“Yes. Thank you, this is much better.”

“Good. Let me know if you need to go to the restroom.”

You cringed underneath the soft fabric. This was really not the best time for him to witness you in a gross and vulnerable state like this. Then again, was there ever a good time for that? You prided yourself on your relatively good health and the fact that you rarely got ill. Why did it have to happen today of all days? Why in a restaurant of all places?

Why with the guy you liked of all people?

You had talked to Hyunwoo a few times at school before he had asked you out. He was a friend of a friend and you hadn’t paid him much attention at first, but after a few lunches with some of your mutual classmates, you had been comfortable enough to accept his invitation. He had taken you to the planetarium in the afternoon, then to dinner, and afterwards, after dark, he had driven you into the mountains outside of the city. He had stopped the car in a parking lot, told you to take your jacket, and then presented a telescope from his trunk. You had spent half the night talking, laughing, and stargazing, until you had gotten cold and Hyunwoo had taken you home. You had fallen asleep in the passenger seat on the ride back, but you swore at one point he had gingerly brushed your long hair behind your shoulder and made a small sound – not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh, just a sound in the gentle embrace of affection and contentment.

He had been the perfect gentleman, just as he was now.

“I signed you in so they should call you soon,” Hyunwoo said and you suspected that he was only speaking to make sure you were still responsive.

“Thank you so much, Hyunwoo,” you mumbled, your weak voice muffled by his sweater. “I’m sorry I’m keeping you. I can probably take an Uber home if you don’t want to wait around.”

“Absolutely not.” His voice was firmer now. “I’m not leaving you alone.”

You wanted to protest, wanted to assure him that it was fine to leave, wanted to feel like there was at least the slightest chance that this evening would not shape your relationship forever – or rather, ruin any chance of one in the first place. But you were too weak. You felt powerless, boneless, hopeless.

When your name was called, Hyunwoo was on his feet in an instant, wrapping his sweater around your shoulders before reaching round your back to help you up. He held you close to his side as you walked toward the examination room, leaning into him with every feeble step. It didn’t take long for the doctor to figure out that you were suffering from a gastrointestinal infection. She prescribed you a few meds and sent you on your merry way. All the while, Hyunwoo was sitting on a chair next to the cot, holding your hand and asking questions. This allowed you to simply lie there and focus on listening and breathing, and you were exceedingly grateful to him for this. After leaving the room, he led you back to a chair before disappearing again to take care of all the paperwork and pick up your medication. By the time he came to collect you, you felt like all the strength had left your body and your head was pounding from dehydration. Hyunwoo crouched down in front of you, putting his forearms on either of the chair’s armrests.

“Can you walk?”

“Yes,” you lied. A smirk flashed across his face.

“Do you want me to give you a piggyback ride anyway?”

You stared at him for a moment, a moment you mostly needed to stop your heart from leaping out of your chest.

“Yes.”

“Good. Let’s go.” Hyunwoo turned around without getting up, and you clumsily climbed onto his back. Your arms wrapped around his neck, you pressed your face into his shoulder as he carried you to his car. The cotton of his T-shirt smelled lighter, cooler, but still like him.

You were almost disappointed when he let you down and opened the passenger door for you. He held his hand flat between your head and the roof of the car and made sure you were settled in before closing the door. You were still fumbling with the seatbelt buckle when he dropped into the driver’s seat. He looked at you and offered an empathetic smile.

“You okay there?”

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you said, more out of habit than anything else. You were, in fact, very much not alright. But what point was there in whining to him about it?

“Okay. Let’s stop at a store to get you lots of water and energy drinks and maybe some crackers. Then we’ll take you home and I’ll prepare some soup for you in case you feel like eating tomorrow. I can come by around noon if you need any help. Sound good?”

Slowly, your head rolled to the side to look at him, long and exploringly.

“You’d do that?”

“Of course.” Hyunwoo reached over to caress your cheek with the back of his fingers. Then he blushed and cleared his throat as if he suddenly realized what he had done. You smiled and this time it was your turn to reach across the middle console and wrap your fingers around his much bigger hand.

“Thank you, Hyunwoo. I don’t know what else to say, but I’m really very grateful for everything you’ve done. It’s nice not to have to go through this alone.”

He looked down at his hand in yours and then cleared his throat again before meeting your eyes.

“You know I’d do this even if I weren’t in love with you, right?”

“Oh, uh,” you stammered, your brain frantically trying to process what you had just heard. “Yeah, for sure. And I’d still appreciate it if I didn’t like you back.”

Hyunwoo chuckled and placed his other hand on yours, lightly rubbing his thumb over the inside of your wrist before letting go briefly to start the car. He put the gear into drive and then his right hand found your left one, his fingers intertwining with yours, his warmth spreading into your cold and tired body. You relaxed immediately, sinking into the seat and looking at Hyunwoo through hooded eyes, only to find him softly smiling to himself.

“This,” he said and squeezed your hand before setting the blinker, “is not how I imagined the second date would go.”

3. He rarely swears, but when he does it usually is with good reason

“I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

You had lost count of how many times Hyunwoo had said those words tonight. And with every time they had made your blood boil more. You weren’t one to care about dates – birthdays, Valentine’s, anniversaries, all of those meant little to you. But the fact that he had promised he would go to your best friend’s wedding this weekend and was now blowing it off because a friend had asked him to help him move was unacceptable to you.

“You have known about this for months, Hyunwoo.”

“I’m sorry!” He flinched when you tsk-ed at him. “It slipped my mind.”

“I can’t believe this,” you hissed. After all, you were still in a restaurant. You had wondered why he had suggested to go out for a nice dinner on a Tuesday, but now it all made sense. Despite appearances, Hyunwoo was a big softie and not one for confrontations – especially not the kind he knew he would lose. “They’re your friends, too!”

“I already said I’d help him out!”

“Can’t you just help on Sunday?” you suggested, giving him one last chance to redeem himself and fix this. It boggled your mind that he would forego the wedding of two very important people in your lives for some dude moving from one gross studio apartment into the next.

“He doesn’t really have many people who can help him and-“ Hyunwoo stopped when you threw your napkin onto the table and pushed back your chair.

“Fine. But you call them and tell them that they have to make last minute changes to the seating arrangement, the food, basically everything that involves the guests. And you call them today.”

You got up and made for the bathroom, but Hyunwoo was hot on your heels.

“Where are you going?”

“To powder my nose and get a toilet seat to break on your thick skull,” you replied without turning around. You didn’t care what the people in the restaurant thought about your performance. All you cared about was that your poor friend would have to rearrange her wedding three days before the date because your boyfriend was too nice.

“You can’t just leave like that!” Hyunwoo insisted, half angry, half pleading.

“Watch me.” You pushed open the door to the ladies’ room and took a deep breath. Then you registered the footsteps behind you and turned to see Hyunwoo standing in front of you, his eyes narrow, his mouth opened to launch another verbal attack. You crossed your arms in front of your chest and looked up at him expectantly, an evil smirk forming on your lips. Hyunwoo stared back, confused. Then, slowly, it dawned on him where he had followed you without even thinking. His face and ears turned crimson red as the realization hit him and he slouched down slightly, as if it would do anything to help hide his 5’11” frame. You kept staring at him as he practically dove toward the door.

“Fuck,” he cussed and opened it slowly, peering outside to make sure the hallway was empty. You watched in amusement as he squeezed his giant body through the smallest possible opening and closed the door behind him. You heard him groan outside.

“Fuck!”

You giggled and went into one of the empty stalls.

Served him right.

4. He is a man of few words, but they’re all the right ones

It took a really bad day to get you to admit that you were having a bad day.

You usually opted to look at the bright side, the positive, the silver lining. But today had defeated you, your conviction, and your principles. Every side you looked at was dark like charcoal, the negative had nested in your mind, instead of a silver lining you wished for a shot of silver tequila. You weren’t sure what exactly had tipped the scale over to unsalvageable, or if it was just the culmination of all the things that had gone wrong today. The commute had been hell, work had been worse. Your favorite sweater had been ruined when someone had pushed you down the last two steps of the stairs in the subway station and it had made contact with the filthy ground. Not to mention, your ankle hurt like a bitch. You had dragged yourself home and not made it further than the couch. There you were still lying now, one hour later, in your filthy pants and sweater, when the front door opened and you heard Hyunwoo’s steps in the hallway.

“I’m home,” he said. He never yelled, he simply projected his voice in a way that it could be heard throughout the apartment even though he was only talking slightly louder than usual.

“Hi,” you replied, more a grunt than a greeting. Hyunwoo appeared in the doorframe and studied your form on the couch. Your arm was covering your eyes, making it impossible for him to see your expression. Wordlessly, he left and you heard him rummaging around in the kitchen. A few minutes later, he entered the living room again and stopped next to the sofa.

“Baby?”

Reluctantly, you removed your arm and looked up at him. He tilted his head and sighed before setting down the two cups of tea in his hands on the coffee table next to the sofa. Once again, he disappeared into the kitchen and came back with two cups of fresh black sesame pudding he must have gotten on his way home. You wondered if he had guessed anything from the casual texts you had exchanged throughout the day. It wouldn’t have surprised you.

Slowly, you sat up and allowed him to sit down next to you. You both drank your tea in silence, but somehow even just his presence loosened the tension inside you, and you found yourself lean against his shoulder with a deflated sigh. Hyunwoo took your cup from your hand and put it down alongside his own. Then he wrapped his arms around you so tightly you thought you’d stop breathing, although all his hugs tended to have that effect on you. Your head was resting against his chest, his hands rubbing your back comfortingly as he peppered kisses on the top of your head. You snaked your arms around his waist and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. He smelled faintly like expensive cologne and the summer sun and Hyunwoo.

He smelled like home.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“Nah,” you sighed, already forgetting all the trials and tribulations of the day. Just being in his arms made the world and its hardships seem far away, and even farther still when he pulled back, cupped your face with his large hands, and kissed you so gently it felt more like a tingle on your lips that left you wanting more. You looked up at him expectantly, but Hyunwoo just gazed into your eyes as if he could read all your stories on the canvas of your irises. Finally, he kissed you again, harder this time, longer, his lips trying to tell you all the answers to questions he knew you’d never ask.

You only opened your eyes again when he whispered your name and smiled warmly.

“You, my love, are everything good in my life.”

“And you, Son Hyunwoo, are the light of mine.”

You giggled when Hyunwoo let himself fall back into the backrest, pulling you with him. You threw your legs over his and cuddled into his chest. He held you close with one arm as the hand of the other caressed your thigh. You sighed again, a deep sigh of comfort and contentment. Hyunwoo’s rhythmic motions and the strain of the day were lulling you to sleep, when suddenly you felt his head lean down to kiss your forehead.

“So,” he said and you felt the vibration of his voice in his chest. “Wanna go shopping on Saturday?”

5. You will have to learn to read his mind and it will be worth it

The laughter rang in your ears like church bells. The place was loud, loose, full of life. You were having a great time talking to your friends and catching up with old classmates. Hoseok had just opened his first ramen restaurant and had invited what felt like the audience of the Super Bowl. You had heard stories about weddings and honeymoons, children and careers, and provided your own – you and Hyunwoo had just bought your first house together with a big yard. Now you were shopping for puppies. Life was great, and you were happy to see most of the people you cared about were doing equally well.

“I’ll get another drink,” you announced to the group of people you had been talking to and peeled yourself away from them to make your way to the bar. A few people you vaguely recognized waved at you and you returned the gesture but kept your course.

As you waited for your drink, you caught a glimpse of the clock above the door and were surprised to find it was much later than you had anticipated. Your next instinct was to look around – you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in over an hour and you had a gut feeling that that was not a good sign. You thanked the bartender for the rum and coke and went to look for Hyunwoo. A very giddy but helpful Hoseok pointed you toward the outdoor area where you found Hyunwoo sitting in a corner sipping on what you hoped was a regular coke.

“Hey babe.” You sat down next to him and held up your glass. Hyunwoo clinked his to it and smiled.

“You look so beautiful,” he said. You nudged him playfully.

“Are you drunk? You have to drive us home, Hyunwoo.”

“I’m not drunk! You’re just gorgeous.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek and you sank against his shoulder.

“Why thank you.”

“Are you having fun, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice calm and deep. A comfortable warmth spread in your chest. Even after all these years, his voice, his touch, everything about him stirred something in you that felt exhilarating like a crush but transcended love.

“A lot,” you whispered and pressed your chin against his arm to look up at him. “And you?”

“Yeah.”

No.

“Why are you out here alone?”

“Just getting some air.”

I’m bored and there’s too many people. It’s too much.

“Hm.” You took a sip of your drink and yawned. “You know what, babe, on second thought I think I’m getting kinda tired. It’s much later than I thought and the fresh air is really clearing my head.”

“Are you sure? You’re not feeling unwell, are you?” Hyunwoo protectively wrapped an arm around your shoulder but you shook your head.

“I’m fine,” you said. “But can we leave soon? I need to get to bed.”

“Sure.”

Thank you.

“Okay. I’ll go say goodbye and meet you outside, okay?”

“Okay.”

You kissed him quickly and went back inside to find Hoseok and everyone else who mattered. You were met with general understanding – after all, most of your peers were in their 30s now, too – and headed to the entrance of the restaurant. Hyunwoo was waiting with your coat and helped you put it on before holding the door open for you.

“That was nice, though,” you said as you walked toward the car hand-in-hand. “Thank you for coming with me tonight.”

“Of course.”

I would go anywhere for you.

You enjoyed the comfortable silence on the way home. Hyunwoo had found a jazz channel you both liked a lot and the soft notes filled the air between you. His hand was resting heavy on your thigh and you alternated between playing with his fingers and bringing it up to kiss the rough skin of the back of his hand. It was the perfect moment of love and intimacy, and the result of years of learning, failing, and fighting for your relationship.

“Listen,” Hyunwoo said as you were both sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea. “I was thinking a little today and there’s something I want to ask you.”

“Oh?” you said and took a cautious sip of the piping hot green tea.

“I-I haven’t really- I don’t have anything prepared or- uh-”

I am so nervous I could die.

“Prepared?” Your head perked up. “Did you find a puppy?”

“No.”

Please just let me talk.

“Okay. Sorry. Go ahead.”

“I’ll just make it quick.”

I cannot imagine my life without you. This is scary, not because I’m not sure of my feelings but because even after all this time I am still afraid that you might leave if I push too much. But seeing everyone tonight has made me realize the life I want for us, the life I want with you. All I’ve ever wanted is you.

You. And me. Forever.

You smiled. Hyunwoo reached across the table, taking both of your hands in his.

“Will you marry me?”

You nodded.

“Of course.”

I would do anything for you.

An incredulous laugh escaped Hyunwoo’s lips before he jumped to his feet, walked around the table, and scooped you out of your seat. He wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed you to his body, kissing you over and over until you were both breathless and giggling and holding onto each other for dear life.

Hyunwoo smiled.

I love you.

You kissed him.

Forever.

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futurewriter2000 · 7 years ago

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Combatants ~ Part 3

A/N: Holly frick guys! You made me soooo happy with all the feedback and oh my god I am so happy you love it ...just *faints*. Anyways I finished this today because tomorrow I’ll really have to focus on school and stop procrastinating. I really hope you like this one, even though I prefer the first 2 parts over this one, but okay. Also part 4 won’t come out like this part. I need to write other requests and ships and ill be posting part 4 after i finish with ships and requests.

Warning: None, i think. Maybe my english.

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Sirius looked up to Peter. “What do you mean you knew?” he asked, standing up from his bed.

“I knew where she was all the time. I found Jacks letter in the owlery and read it. “ said Peter calmly, walking over to his desk, opening the drawer and pulling out a bag of chips.

“What!?” raged Sirius, staring at Peter and watching him eat his chips.

“What did it say?” asked James curiously, standing up and walking next to Sirius. He felt him tense up, so he rather stepped in front of him just in case if he decides to do someting stupid.

“Something about how he misses her already in school and how she should should come back with Zoey. Something about she can come stay with him and that his dad is okay with it. You know...the usual.” answered Peter, sitting on his chair with his feet on the desk.

“The usual? THE USUAL! YOU FOUND A LETTER AND YOU DIDN’T SHOW IT TO ME!! UNBELIAVABLE!!” fumed Sirius and started pacing around the room. He bent down on his bed and clenched the sheets in his fists.

His best friend was watching him suffer all this time, knowing where she was, knowing everything.. He tried to calm down, he really did. Peter was different from James and Remus. He was more affected by words and he tried not to say something he’ll regret and drive Peter away just like he did with (y/n).

But why couldn’t he calm down? He tried to take deep breaths in, which usually helped him. But there was a storm growing stronger inside of him and he just couldn’t calm down. He grabbed the the pillow and threw it to his night stand, breaking all the framed photos.

“Sirius calm down.” said Remus, walking over to him and wrapping his arms around Sirius’ shoulders.

“Calm down? CALM DOWN! WHAT DO YOU MEAN CALM DOWN. THIS RAT KNEW WHERE SHE WAS THIS WHOLE TIME AND HE DIDN’T CARE TO MENTION IT!” he continued to yell, trying to break from his grip. “ You don’t get it! You don’t understand. That stupid piece of shit knew! HE KNEW!!”

“ Sirius, calm the fuck down!” barked James, snapping Sirius from his rage and calming him down. “ I know you’re furious at Peter right now, but yelling at him won’t get you nowhere. I’m angry at him too, okay. Her leaving was just as much as my fault as it was yours, so can you just calm the fuck down.”

Sirius calmed down and nodded at his brother. Remus carefully unwrapped his arms from Sirius and slowly backed away.

Lifting his hand to keep safe distance between Sirius and Peter, James turned to Peter and looked at his frightned eyes. “Peter do you have the letter at least?”

“I wish. His owl attacked me and torn the letter apart.” he replied.

Everybody looked at Sirius, seeing his face getting angrier. He walked over to his nightstand, picked up his pillow and threw himself face-down on the bed. “UGGH!!” he groaned into the pillow.

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Walking in the Potions class you had with the Slytherins, with Jack right beside you, you suddenly stopped. Jack furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you worriedly. “What’s wrong?”

You took a deep breath in, smelling the sweat and the mixed potion ingridients in the class. “Merlin have I missed this school and the smell of depression.” you smiled at him and walked to your desk.

“You are unbelievable you know that.” smiled Jack, shaking his head and sitting next to you. “Seriously. You would think you would get used to the smell of sweat and pearl dust in here but it’s like fresh air doesn’t exist in here. Why don’t they just invent a spell for it.”

The both of you were laughing before Slytherins entered the room. One after another walked in and finally your favorite Slytherin entered the room. He changed. His pace was quick, his posture upright and his black eyes set especially on the big bronze couldron, that sat on his desk. A sly smirk apperead on the corner of his lips as he continued to stare at the ingridients, set in front of him.

You chuckled at the notice of his obssession and love for Potions. He always had a gift for this class. He always knew how to cut something appropriately, how much of the ingridients needed to be thrown into the potion or how much time it needs the potion to cool down. His eyes would get a tiny sparkle whenever he finished it, and you were the only one who noticed this so far.

You slowly sneaked around the table and walked behind him. “ I see you are already planning the wedding.” you whispered in his ear, making him jump from his seat and turn around.

Shockingly, his eyes scanned you from head to toe. “(y/n)!?!”

“Are you going to stare at me or are you going to give me a hug?” you chuckled.

He looked at his calssmates, who were staring at him and waiting for his reaction.“ It’s good to see you.” he said coldly, fixing his posture and turning his back at you.

“Wow.” you scoffed and crossed your arms. “Aren’t you just a friend and a half.” you said glowering at him.

Here you were, hoping to get a happy reaction from him. Standing like a complete idiot, hoping he will turn around and give you a hug and tell you how much he has missed you. How much he has waited for you and tell you what has happened during this time you were gone. But he didn’t. He was just sitting right in front of you, showing you his back.

“Fine. I guess we are strangers then.” you added before walking away.

What you didn’t know was, that behind all that poker face Severus was showing you, he was happy. Of course he was happy to see you well and alive. But during the time, where you werent’t around, a lot of things happened. Things changed. He didn’t have anyone to talk to anymore. He had noone. He wanted to give you the biggest hug. He wanted to let you know how much he has missed you and your angry outbursts. Your smile, your laugh, your funny dance moves, all of it. But he was part of something completly different now, something darker. He was a part of a group, which he was not proud of and he didn’t want to drag you along into the darkness with him.

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After the class was over, the 6th years had Potions. You walked out of class with Jack, laughing to his blue painted face. “I told you two pinches of pearl dust not six.” you laughed.

“You said six and you know it. You just wanted to see what would happen if I put too much of it.” he laughed along.

It was true, you did tell him six, only to see what would happen.

And there he was. Black hair, grey-green eyes and a big smile on his face. Seeing you standing there, laughing and making fun of Jack he noticed how much he has missed you. “If it isn’t (y/n) (y/l/n). Our famous Firebreather.” he chuckled.

You looked over to the source of his voice and a big smile appeared on your lips. “ If it isn’t the one and only, Regulus Black.” you chortled and walked over.

“Indeed it is.” he beamed and opened his arms.

You walked over and gave him a big hug. It wasn’t as big as Jack’s but it was definetly one of those hugs, where you just know he has missed you. His grip was tight, his head in your neck, breathing in your parfume and hands intertwined with your hair. After the two of you broke apart, Jack came over and smiled at Regulus.

“Nice to see you Young Black.” Jack simpered and took Regulus’ hand.

“You two are friends?” you asked shockingly.

“Oh yeah. Best friends for life. Even have matching bracelets.” joked Regulus in a sarcastic tone.

“You can just say, an enemy of my enemy is my friend.” smiled Jack and mysteriously left the scene.

What was that smile? you wondered. It felt like you saw it somewhere but couldn’t put it excatly where.

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Weeks have passed since you came back and the bruises were almost completly gone. The scar on your left eyebrow was still there though and will probably stay there. Honestly you didn’t want for it to disappear. It was some sort of reminder, not of the horrible things that have happened in your life, but it was a reminder of how strong you really are. You are not a weak person, you are far from that.

As you were sitting with Jack you got the feeling like someone was watching you. Knowing who this someone is you looked over to him and saw him looking at you.

What Jack told you about what happened to him after you left. How he couldn’t come to classes for 2 weeks or how everybody was always talking about him. Ugly stuff, that were cirling around the school and his reputation falling to the rock bottom. You felt terrible after hearing that, but most importatntly you felt guilty you made him go through all of that. Of course what Jack didn’t know was how Sirius felt through that time. Nobody ever knew, but you had a feeling you did.

It was like all the staring at eachother, you felt like he was trying to speak to you without opening his mouth. You sent Sirius a light smile and waved with your hand. His eyes went wide and were completly shocked from your action. It was like he was staring at you, but didn’t know you were staring back. And now that you noticed him, he felt a bit embarassed.

Jack, who was still babbling about something, noticed that you weren’t listening. He nudged you in the ribbs making your gaze break from Sirius. You looked over to Jack, who furrowed his eyebrows, expecting you to answer him. “I need to go. But I swear we’ll talk later.” you reasured him and left the table.

At the Gryffindor table, the three Marauders were making fun of their fourth one. “Seriously Pads, the staring is way to obvious. It’s like you want to eye fuck her.” teased James.

“You really suck at making me feel better, you know that, right?.” retorded Sirius and glanced over to your seat again. But you weren’t there. He grabbed Remus by the arm and started panicking. “Wait where is she?! She was right there! See what you did!”

“You should be thanking us. The staring was way too creepy. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to kill her or shag her.” said Remus and tried to free his arm out of Sirius’ grip.

“Or both.” added Peter, making everybody laugh.

“Good one Wormy.” laughed James, without knowing you were standing right behind him. Everybody stopped laughing as soon as they saw you coming towards them, especially Sirius who had his eyes set on you this whole time. Every single one of them were sending James warning looks but James was just laughing. “I mean, you are Sirius Black, I think you can charm your way in and she’ll probably forgive you soon after the two of you had-”

“James!” hissed Remus, shutting him up and glancing up to you.

His smile immediatly dropped. “She’s right behind me, isn’t she?” he gulped, afraid to turn around.

“I’d rather shut up if I were you, Potter. You never know when my fist will find its way back to your face.” you grinned making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

“Shutting up now.” said James and putting a spoonful of carrot soup in his mouth.

You looked up to Sirius, hoping th two of you could talk in private. “Sirius...” you started glumly, struggling with the words.

What were you about to say? You hate him? How horrible he is? How he should appologise for the way he treated you. How he should go on his knees and beg for your forgivnes the minute you stepped into the Great Hall two weeks ago. These kind of thoughts were running around his head. “No.” he muttered to himself. “I can’t do this.” he said, gettting up and storming out of the Great Hall.

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“Lumos.” you whispered as you walked into the dark library. “I love this spell.” you smiled and continued to search the sections. You walked past the last section, missing the curled up body in the dark corner. You stopped and walked backwards, this time noticing him, sitting on the ground with his head on his knees.

“How did you find me?” he said quetly, not moving his head from his knees.

“It’s where you go when you’re sad. “ you said quietly, approaching him slowly. “You want to talk about it.” you continued and knelt down to him.

He lifted his head and let out a chuckle. He looked at you with tears in his eyes and a smile you couldn’t figure out yet. “ After everything I’ve done to you...here you are..”

You sat on your knees and lifted his head gently. He looked away, not wanting to look you directly in your eyes. “Sirius. I know you are blaming yourself for what I did. It’s not your fault Sirius.” you said with a soft and quiet voice.

There was this sentence again. It’s not your fault. He keeps hearing it and he always has to say the same thing back. “It is my fault. It’s my fault you left. I told you to ... I told you to leave- I -I told you to go back there and- and you did. And you came back all bruised and hurt and I did that. Me!”

You brushed the falling tears from his cheeks and forced him to look at you. “Sirius.” you smiled and cupped his cheeks. “It’s not your fault because it was my choice to leave. I’m just the biggest drama queen there is and I guess I over-reacted a bit. You didn’t force me to leave. It was my choice. A stupid one I know, but it was mine. I don’t want you to feel guilty for what I did.”

A light smile appeared on his lips and a big rock rolled off his chest.. “You over-reacted a bit?” he chuckled.

“Oh shut up. You are even a bigger drama queen than me.” you smiled and let go of him.

He put his hand on your cheek and brushed his thumb against your scar. His eyes glanced at yours and his smile disappeared again. “But I’m the reason you have this.”

“I swear to God if you say another word that this is your fault I’m going to drop you off the Ravenclaw tower.” you scolded and rolled your eyes. But as much as he tried to smile, you noticed the seriousness in his eyes. “If it makes you feel any better I got this bruise when I walked in a tree.” you said and showed him a tiny bruise on your right arm. “It really sucked.” you continued looking at it and making him laugh again.

How on earth could only YOU make him feel better? he thought to himself as he obsereved your every feature. That smile of yours that seemed to make him feel lighter and those eyes that made him calm down. You were the only person he would want to talk to right now, hell you were the only person he ever talked his biggest problems to. And you listened, making him feel better every single time. You were funny and smart. Your laugh was something special, he loved to hear that funny laugh of yours. Or your hair... your gorgeous (y/h/c) hair, which reflected the light coming from your wand. Merlin you were stunning.

“Hey.” your voice spoke mischiviously, breaking him from his thoughts. “How about we go to the kitchen. I think it’s time for that 2nd round. “ you smiled and took his hand.

You pulled him up and started dragging him behind you. “Oh you think you’ll win again huh?” he smiled, walking behind you. “Well I’ve been training andprepare to lose.”

“Oh I might be a little bit rusty but that won’t stop me from beating your sorry arse.” you smiled and pulled him out of the library.

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“I’m out!” yelled Jack, throwing the letter at his face.

“Boy. You’re out when I tell you you’re out.” said Collin, crumbling the letter and throwing it in the fire. He stepped closer to Jack.

“I can’t keep lying to her Collin. She’s my best friend.” cried Jack.

‘Gray, my dear brother. We’re family and family sticks together. “ said Collin, putting his hand on the back of his neck and pulling him closer. “You, me and little Zoey. Don’t let her break us appart... not now.” he finished and gave his brother a hug. “Brothers.”

“Brothers.”

If you want to make the ending more dramatic listen to this . Just a thought...because I’m a drama queen.

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nothingbythebook · 6 years ago

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I plug up the charging port of my phone with chocolate—dark, Bernard Callebaut, delish—on the plane on the way to London, so, in the gym of a college in Brigend, Wales, I need to borrow a phone equipped with international roaming to text Calgary. People are good; I’m given not just the phone but an invitation to FaceTime. But I just need the text message, and I just need to send three little words.

Jane: She nailed it.

Sean texts back fireworks. And I know, 6894 kilometers apart, we are both breathing easy for the first time in months.

She nailed it.

She did it.

She got here, and she nailed it.

Traditional Tang Soo Do Federation, Black Belt Test, April 25, 2019, Wales

ii.

Rewind one agonizing month and three days. It is the end of a horrible night—horrible month—horrible quarter—and I am at the Alberta Children’s Hospital with Flora. They’re talking admission. She’s crying.

Flora: How am I going to get to Wales?

The rational answer is, you’re not. You can’t, right now, get out of the hospital bed to go to the washroom.

Jane: I promise. I will get you to Wales.

She believes me.

The doctors—and her father—don’t.

But she believes me.

And so, I must believe myself.

Signing in

iii.

Rewind seven years. Flora’s first Tang Soo Do class. Her motivation for joining is pretty simple: her big brother and his friend disappear off the Common to go to Tang Soo Do two nights a week, and she wants to be one of the gang.

I don’t want her to start the martial art any more than I wanted Cinder to. My spine, pelvis, joints are still paying the price for my brief glory days in the dojang, on the mats, in the ring.

I don’t want her to damage any part of her precious self.

But even at seven, Flora is unstoppable.

Her brother and his friend both quit Tang Soo Do later that year. Flora doesn’t miss a class.

Pre-test pep talk from Master Experience Senior

iv.

If you’re wondering why a Canadian girl practicing a Korean martial art—that’s what Tang Soo Do is—has to go to Wales for her black belt test—you’ve figured out, yeah, that’s why we are in Wales? her black belt test?—the short answer is globalization, Cold War, and warped patriotism. I can give you the long answer sometime in person; it makes no sense either, but it is what it is.

Anyway. She doesn’t have to go to Wales. She could test for her black belt in Calgary, under her local master. And she could do it next month, next year.

Flora: I have to go to Wales in April.

A year ago, when she started the arduous pre-tests required for her black belt, and the possibility of testing in Wales before a panel of strange masters was floated before her, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go. In fact, she was sure she didn’t want to go. It was too scary, it was too big, it was… No. She didn’t want to go.

Flora: Also, it’s so expensive. And we don’t have the money.

Jane: If you want to go, we will find the money.

We talk about it now, why she didn’t want to go. She’s not sure. She was already battling her illness, although she didn’t quite know it yet. Was that a factor, on some level? Maybe.

Flora: Maybe I was just afraid.

Maybe.

There are many definitions of courage. The best one: doing the thing you need, want to do even though you’re fucking terrified.

Bow-in

I practiced the Korean martial art of Taekwon-do with the same kind of devotion Flora gives to Tang Soo Do, between the ages of 11 and 27. Then, babies, life. Spinal injuries.

I have a peculiar relationship with my martial arts history. On the one hand, it’s the reason I can’t jump or run. Or skate or ski—not that I care about that so much, winter sports, yuck. Or walk very fast or do that position in yoga or that stretch, ever again. But also—those years in the dojang, those hours in the ring… they’ve formed so much of who I am now. For better or for worse… mostly for the better. I like me. So. Could I be who I am without them?

Probably not.

My personal history with the martial arts also means that I keep myself at a bit of a distance from Flora’s path in her martial art. She doesn’t want me to watch her classes, and, even as I drive her to them—first twice a week, then three times, then four—I am grateful for that. I drop her off, and I read, write, shop. Pick her back up. Never give advice. Neither criticism nor encouragement. And absolutely no backseat coaching. But, we do talk about tangentally relevant stuff.

Flora: I hate the other kids’ parents.

Jane: In general, or in class?

Flora: In class. Why would you put a kid in martial arts if they didn’t want to be there?

At nine, she’s resentful of the classmates who act out, who need to be cajoled to attend, work, perform. By 11, she’s typed certain parents as “athletic failures” who are trying to “live out their dreams” through their kids.

Flora: And seriously, ok, if you’re going to make your kids do martial arts—the least you could do is not criticize their forms and kicks from the sidelines. You know?

I know. I hated parents too, when I was a coach and an instructor.

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Calgary Crew pep talk from the Masters Experience, before Traditional Tang Soo Do Federation United Kingdom Open Championships Tournament (April 27, 2019)

vi.

I don’t ask Flora what she gets out of her time on the dojang floor. That’s for her to know—for her to reveal if she wants to.

She never really tells me. Sometimes, it looks like peace. In that last awful quarter, it is the only peace she has.

I don’t quite remember anymore what it is I got out of it, to be honest. Mastery, accomplishment, yes. Release, relief.

A kid, a teenage girl, treated as a peer, mentor by adults—a sense of belonging. Empowerment.

vii.

Doctor: So I’d really like you to rethink Wales.

Flora: I’m going to Wales. Mom promised she’d take me, no matter what.

Doctor: I see. Do you think your mom—do you really think your mom can handle it?

Jane: That doesn’t enter into the equation. I told her, I promised, I would take her to Wales.

We repeat the conversation, three, six times over the three weeks Flora is in the hospital. Including on the last day.

Doctor: You know what I think about Wales.

Flora: You know what I think about Wales.

Sean: Are you really sure you can get her to Wales?

I think, perhaps, this is the legacy of my time in the dojang. I am terrified. I feel I am taking my child out of the hospital and out of the country against medical advice.

I am fully aware of everything that could go wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.

I am not, actually, sure I can get her on the plane. Into her uniform. Onto the dojang floor for the test. I am sure of only one thing.

She wants to go to Wales, she needs to go to Wales, and I promised her she would go.

Jane: Yes.

Ready

viii.

The worst thing that happens on the way to Wales is that I plug up the charging pod of my iPhone with chocolate, and so can’t take photographs or text.

Everything else goes perfectly.

Flora: Too perfectly. Aren’t you afraid?

Jane: Hush. No jinxes.

We allot extra time for everything, and we meet every deadline. She’s a rock star. I keep on waiting for her, exhausted, to come apart.

Flora: After my test. I think I might be a mess after the test.

We get to Wales on a sunny Tuesday afternoon at 4 p.m. after about 20 hours in transit. At 8 p.m., it’s raining, and Flora’s in her first Welsh Tang Soo Do class with the Welsh Master. At midnight, she’s passed out in my arms, shaking.

Flora: We made it.

We don’t doubt, neither one of us, she’s going to make it to her test on Thursday.

Hill with a view, Wales, somewhere between Porthcawl and Treorchy

ix.

On Wednesday morning, an 8:30 a.m. class, ninety minutes of focused practice for the six Canadian students, four of whom ate testing for their black belts. When we get back to our Welsh lodgings, I feed her, tell her to rest, and take myself for a walk, on which I cry.

I really didn’t know how I was going to get her here.

I did.

OMFG, I did.

I have, over the past four, five months, been a really shitty, powerless, useless parent. Her illness blindsided me. I didn’t understand it, I didn’t know what to do with it—and I resented its encroachment into my creative, professional and personal life as much as I resented the suffering it inflicted on her.

But I got her to fucking Wales, and tomorrow, she’s going to test for her black belt, and while this is not atonement for the horrible things I did, said, and, worst of all, thought over the past four months… this moment is what matters.

I come back to the lodgings with aching eyes but a light heart.

Find Flora puking into the wastebasket in our room.

Jane: Nerves?

She wishes.

The puking continues for 12 hours. Food poisoning, the flu. I don’t know, it doesn’t matter.

I work to keep her hydrated. Feed her Gravol, which she pukes up, and Tylenol cold and flu medication, which I think she keeps down.

Flora: Can I have some chocolate?

She probably shouldn’t, but what the fuck, what could possibly be worse? I feed her chocolate, she pukes it up.

Flora: How can this happen? How am I going to test for my black belt tomorrow?

Jane: It doesn’t matter if it’s food poisoning or the flu. These things usually last no more than 24 hours. You’re going to stop puking by noon tomorrow, and the test isn’t until 6 p.m. Everything will be fine.

I don’t believe a word I say, but I talk as if I do.

Flora: Suppose I’m still puking in the evening?

Jane: We will strategically position a garbage can within lunging reach.

I’m joking. And she laughs. And pukes some more.

She’s puke-free for a solid 16 hours when we arrive at the community college that’s hosting the test. White as a sheet and achy all over, but puke-free. Still, her master speaks to the Welsh master organizing the test, tells him Flora was sick all of yesterday—is worried she might start throwing up again on the floor.

Welsh Master: Wouldn’t be the first time sometime puked at their black belt test.

He fetches a garbage can from beside the entrance to the gym, and positions it within lunging distance of Flora. Tips her a wink.

As it turns out, she doesn’t need it.

Jane: When the Master was talking to you at the first part of the test, what was he saying?

I’m expecting… I don’t know. Words of encouragement. “Do your best.” “I know you’ve been sick, I’ll cut you some slack.”

Flora: He told me to kick faster.

Ah, martial arts instructors. Your sensitivity and empathy made me the ruthless bitch I am today.

She nailed it.

No puking, from flu nor nerves.

No faltering.

No errors.

A flawless performance.

I am not a fawning parent. I am a merciless critic. There was, actually, one kick during which her hip position left something to be desired. But, you should have seen her spar…

Flora’s teammate sparring one tough chick from South Africa (April 27)

xi.

Rewind three months.

Flora: Will you teach me how to spar?

I’m… taken aback.

Over the last year or two, every once in a while, Flora and I goof around in our crowded living room, and I show her how we taught sparring strategy and movement.

Flora: We don’t do any of that in class. We just fight, and not very often. And I’m terrible at it.

She is. Everyone at her school, forgive the bluntness, is. Sparring isn’t just throwing random kicks and punches at each other. It’s strategy, it’s art. Dance and a game.

I used to be really good at it. But it’s been a long time. And I can’t jump or bounce, and there’s one leg I cannot balance on at all, and them fucked up hips…

Jane: Ok.

Two weeks later, I’m coaching Flora’s entire class, including her instructors, on sparring strategy. It’s a little surreal. “Listen to the cripple on the floor.” “Do what I say, not what I can’t do.”

Thing is… I’m still good at explaining this shit to people. Angles, circles, reaction times, telegraphing, fake outs.

We don’t have a lot of time, so I stick to three basic rules and drill them in deep.

In her test, Flora applies every single one.

Flora: I fell on my ass twice.

Jane: Neither of those times did you get hit as you fell. So, you know. I call that a win.

Calgary Crew and their medals (April 27)

xii.

The test is on Thursday. Friday is a day of rest.

Saturday, a tournament.

Flora’s first.

Neither of us gives a flying fuck about the tournament. This trip was never about the tournament. It was about that black belt test rite of passage. If I can’t get her to the tournament—if she can’t get to the tournament—if she gets to the tournament and gets eliminated first round, starts puking or gets sick before she gets on the floor—it doesn’t matter. She’s already won.

Flora: I made it to Wales.

Jane: You made it to Wales. And you’re going home with a black belt.

Flora: They didn’t tell me I passed.

Jane: You know you passed.

She smiles.

She knows it too.

My girl.

xoxo

“Jane”

PS At the tournament, she doesn’t medal. But, she doesn’t choke, faint, falter or puke. She performs a beautiful, perfect traditional form and she survives a sparring match against a much better opponent. She cheers on her dojang mates. Makes new friends.

Finds out she nailed her black belt test, as did all of the Calgarians.

Flora: Fuck, yeah.

Fuck, yeah.

Coming home with a black belt.

Now, swap “girl” for “boy,” and enjoy:

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Kick like a girl i. I plug up the charging port of my phone with chocolate—dark, Bernard Callebaut, delish—on the plane on the way to London, so, in the gym of a college in Brigend, Wales, I need to borrow a phone equipped with international roaming to text Calgary.

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swearronchanel · 8 years ago

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and my commentary continues: series 6, episode 2 (if this is now a thing idk what to title it)

You asked for it, my first class isn’t until noon tomorrow so I can sleep in & so, I complied Also the SAG awards finished at like 10pm so even after doing my night routine it’s still early haha here it goes …

- Oh shit I forgot color - ah I really like the new intro - Penny’s outfit is so cute - “Walk don’t run” stfu Sister Ursula this isn’t elementary school - “Have you lost your marbles bubsy” haha that’s cute - UGH I WANNA FIGHT THIS NUN - LET JULIENNE ARRANGE THE DAMN FLOWERS - This is when sister Ursula presses sister Monica Joan about the bon bons lol - “Unlike your sisters” guessing u don’t think u count - You’re damn right - Sister MJ sly af 😏 wish she was my grandma - Aw penny it’s ok sweetie all will be well - AlRight so where is St Cuthberts, is it closer than the London? Idk just wondering - I don’t care that much tbh - Damn this man gonna go blind how sad - I like knowing what happens when I’m watching bc I can’t take so much I get anxious - But are we not going to mention Patsy’s wig anymore? It’s still ugly, lucky emerald is beautiful anyway - - Ugh my bbys are still so hurt about the thalidomide 💔💔 - IT WAS NOT EITHER OF YOUR FAULTS - YES IT IS A MIRACLE PATRICK, YOU SHOULD’VE MENTIONED IT LAST WEEK but it’s all good - HE’S TOUCHING HER STOMACH AH - AND THEY KISSED Lmaoo I bet this will break Tumblr - UgH SUCH A SWEET MOMENT TO MELT MY COLD HEART - Jk this show has made me such an emotional mess, like I rarely ever used to cry or anything - But it could also be because of university diminishing my sanity - “We should really start telling people” - YEA PLS GIVE US A CUTE SCENE TELLING EVERYONE @ NONNATUS - - Buttt, I’m gonna guess it’s either going to be implied that they told them off screen or they won’t find out till she starts bleeding mid inspection ?? idk I’m just guessing, don’t come at me lmaoo - Patrick’s smirk “he’ll certainly understand” 😂😂 - SHELAGH’S CRINGING FACE I LOVE IT - YOU KNOW IM HERE FOR ALL CRINGEY EXPRESSIONS - Plus that’s my bby - - PHYLLIS SAW PATS AND DELIA - SHE KNOWS & IM GLAD IT WAS HER TO FIRST FIND OUT - - alright so let me be annoying real quick - From that clip from the casebook Valerie is problematic/lowkey racist & no estoy aquí para eso PERO I like her in the moment? - One, her outfit is cute - & B, she gets along well with my shelagh and seems nice.. I’m not gonna forget her comment though lol, so I’m going to stay neutral for now - - Ok the Marsh baby is born next - Lol sorry I love when sister Winifred is being cringey or funny but this was just kinda boring but I know it’ll get better later in the episode - BUT SERIOUSLY I WANNA KNOW SISTER WINIFRED’S REAL NAME - Idk why that was capitalized I don’t feel that strongly but I’m very curious !¡! - - Shelagh being all cute and cheeky giving those vaccinations - Penny is so sweet - - Alright this is so irrelevant but still, Shelagh is outside.. so Why would she throw up in a napkin in her hand? lol, all that open space 😭😂 idk I really hate throwing up and will not let my self throw up. Not even vlad can make me😷 - SHIT THAT EXPLOSION THO - what were they doing exactly? - like a bitch over here a lil confused :/ - MY LIL SUPERHERO SPRINGING TO ACTION YES BBY - shit George’s blind for good now it’s sad - and arthur’s gonna die damn - - look at disheveled Shelagh so damn pretty but I wonder when she got that cut lol - Lmaoo @ Valerie, so she knows the Nonnatuns - - Damn I’m only 17 mins in why do I talk so much shit to myself - Sister MJ sneaking that bread during sister Ursula’s prayer is me 😂 - I swear though if Sister Ursula tries to get rid of Sister MJ I will fight - My eyes roll every time this woman is on my screen - Phyllis chewing angrily is also me - “Travel visas there have been canceled” shit pats it’s too relevant right now - “I’m trifle deaf these days” PHYLLIS U ARE A GEM - Penny wins best dressed patient - - Patrick worrying is precious - SHELAGH TRYING TO HINT WHILE SMILING IS SO FUNNY BUT WHY - Lmao why are they acting like Tim is not literally right there? - Also this boy is 15 why is he not ever with friends - Of course he knew, he’s always around and isn’t dumb at all. He basically grew up around pregnant ladies tbh - “.. Good I don’t want to know any other details” lmao 😂 - I knew he’d be pleased but I lowkey wanted him not to upset or annoyed so he could have a good little story line - It’s not realistic that this 15 year old is so pleasant with his parents all the time - Like I was an angsty fright @ 15 - lol I’m acting like I’m old, I’m going to be 19 & I’m still like that^ with my parents a lot of the time - - Why do British people call bandaids “plasters”? Hm. I just think of plaster of Paris for like walls or whatever it’s used for - “I’m a slow healer” lol Shelagh is so precious - “If the baby’s a girl I’m moving out” I think it’ll be a boy. Actually Idk forget I said that - Don’t be nervous bby, speak up you got this - “That’s my girl” yes Patrick that’s our girl protect her at all freaking cost 😭 - I’ve gotten so far without saying “fuck” I’m proud - - “This is the dark before the dawn, but there is always a dawn” thanks sister I needed that - “I’ve committed a crime"😭😭 - I love sister MJ - also not gonna lie I cried a little the first time watching this - - Some mothers of color in the community centre makes me happy - Who’s the model though? 😏 - Someone find him & tag me - Ugh here comes sister “I ruin everything” - Honestly when is sister Julienne just gonna come out and say “you gotta go”? - No that’s not the way you do things - fuck yea sister J - “We must simply sit it out and wait for Churchill” - I HOPE THATS TRIXIE - BUT also I really want Sister Julienne to be the one who saves the day - Lol yea Babs your wardrobe should step it up but it’s okay - - Shelagh don’t be nervous you’re gonna kill it - Does sister Ursula even do anything? She doesn’t see patients does she? Nah she just makes everyone angry - Get up outta here - Lol I’m so Brooklyn for that - “Mrs Turner you look nice” - UM YES, MY BBY, her new dresses & coats slay - She finally took a break from the damn cardigans & I love it. Not that there’s anything wrong with cardigans but you catch my drift - Nah for real I wanted a fabulous wardrobe for Shelagh bc times are changing & Laura Main is literally gorgeous so she needs pretty outfits & got it I did - so here for it, now we wait for another pair of trousers. lets get it 1962 - this first dress had such jackie kennedy vibes, love it - - “Consequences be DAMMED” YES PATS - Phyllis and Sister J are proud, I really want one of them to press Sister Ursula - Look @ Delia actually being a nurse! - ah penny 💔 - - Shelagh’s so nervous at first but then is like YOU KNOW WHAT ASSHAT JUDGE - “Where is nurse Mount?” , “where she is needed” YES SISTER JULIENNE - love the blue coat Shelagh - “I’m not ill, I’m just tired and angry” same - Don’t cry bby - “Our best is worthless bc it won’t change anything” ugh crush my heart, especially that little hug. I need to hug them all - lol who invited Tom to the hospital - he’s so handsome though so it’s ok - TELL THEM, STAND UP - “We need to fight” yes ! - I was worried penny’s baby wouldn’t live - C'mon Pats be pc - okay patsy opening up, crushes my heart she’s so closed off but I feel - Here comes the wicked bitch of the east [end] - Whoops can I call a fictitious nun a bitch - YES PATS YES DONT TAKE HER SHIT - Aw patsy, you two will okay, I mean look sister Bernadette came back as Shelagh because of letters so you never know - - Shelagh’s baby blue outfit >> - she needs to go out in public more with her hair down and slay everyone’s life - “Not today.” Yes Delia - “You did it Mrs Turner, you made em listen!” - Yes tf she did. I’m so proud - the set makeup artist did a crazy good job with the burns - “We never really out grow our parents, we just think we do” aw I should call my mum and dad - mm maybe later it’s midnight lmao - DELIA SAID I LOVE U - I FEEL LIKE NO IMPORTANT COUPLE on here HAS SAID “I LOVE YOU” to each other ?? - They almost kissed aw - Fred just break the door damn - Reminds me a little of when Jenny left - Aw the Marsh fam - Phyllis you are gold - Phyllis is still learning Spanish, please give her an opportunity to use it! - the only Spanish speaking mother was conchita, wasn’t that the first episode ever? lets get another one - Anyway, this was so sad. - “The pain it costs to love..” PHYLLIS I LOVE You. You deserve everything good - Aw all the other mothers with penny! - Alright Lets hear it Vanessa - Aw Delia Bonus: preview for next week - my other bby Trixie is back !! - hope she loses her shit when she realizes sister Ursula is ruining everything + patsy/sister mary cynthia are gone - My bby Shelagh looks so pretty!💕 - BUT I KNOW NO ONE IS SHUTTING DOWN ANYTHING - I will not have it - Phyllis spilling the ever so obvious and boiling tea, sister Ursula is UNFIT - Pls let Sister Julienne say something crazy to her before she goes - Why is babs crying?? - ugh of course that’s the most of a preview we get - Nothing bad will happen to my bbys I won’t have it. Protect them at all costs or I’ll spontaneously combust - Jk but I might flip my shit or throw my laptop - But for real for Shelagh to miscarry 3 episodes in would be a waste of a storyline - Plus it is a drama, we’ll be shook for a while, then we’ll cry, we’ll laugh & then Vanessa Redgrave says something profound and we go on with the week - The End 🙃🙃 - If you read this far, you’re a champ - I did this for u all

#call the midwife #i'm a clown #series 6 #lets get it 1962 #protect my bbys at all costs though #my commentaries™

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NaNoWriMo Day Eleven

Wandering around the top floor of the library, Philip took a minute to explore before properly searching for Lucien. He discovered several nice alcoves for studying, as well as a large collection of dictionaries, thesauri, and other writing resources surrounding a big desk. He was busy snooping about for anything else cool when a voice murmured in his ear.

“Finding everything alright?”

“Fuck!” Philip jumped about a foot in the air, spinning around to glare at Lucien. “Dude, I swear, you’re gonna be the death of me…”

Lucien chuckled. “Sorry. I can’t help myself. You’re so easy to scare.”

Philip rolled his eyes. “You’re an ass.”

“Perhaps so,” Lucien shrugged, “but you came to visit anyway.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.” Philip’s cheeks were tinged pink, and he tried to change the subjects. “That Kyle kid is a piece of work.”

Lucien sighed deeply. “Oh. You met him, did you?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Yeah, he’s… he’s something.” Lucien grumbled, “Sadly, no one but Heather and him applied, and I need the extra hands.”

“Jeez man, if you’re that desperate, I’ll chop off my hands and you can have those instead.” Philip jested.

Lucien’s resentful scowl faded, and he chuckled warmly. “I appreciate the offer, but I think you need those.”

Philip shrugged. “Nah, it’s fiiiine. Voice typing is getting pretty good. I’ll just learn to open doors with my foot or something.”

Rolling his eyes, Lucien dropped into a nearby chair. “You’re ridiculous.”

“The world needs a little ridiculous.” Philip replied, sitting next to him.

“That it does.” Lucien smiled. “You do make for some nice entertainment in my incredibly bland life.”

“Oh! Speaking of entertainment…” Philip remembered what he had actually come to the library for. “Do you want to go see a movie this weekend? I hear the newest superhero one is pretty good.”

Lucien paused to think, “I haven’t seen a movie in theater in years… It sounds nice, though. Dinner and a movie or just a movie?”

“How about a movie and a walk in the park?” Philip suggested.

“That sounds excellent.” Lucien smiled, but his cheeriness faded at the sound of bickering from downstairs. “I have to go deal with my lackeys… see you Wednesday, perhaps? Hopefully, by then, I’ll have them more under control.”

“Yeah, sure.” Philip nodded, following Lucien down the stairs and heading out the front door.

Wednesday afternoon, Philip returned to the library as promised. He and Lucien spent a few hours talking, with Philip helping carry stacks of books so they could actually stay productive. The evening drew to a close when it started raining outside, as Lucien urged Philip to get home before it got bad. As much as he wanted to stay, Philip knew that he’d be royally boned if he waited to leave and the rain got worse. With a reluctant goodbye, he hurried home, getting misted the whole way by the growing precipitation.

Philip spent most of Thursday bouncing around, his energy increasing as date night grew closer. He practically jogged to the library on Friday, wanting to iron out the details of their plans for tomorrow. Bolting in the front door, Philip was relieved to see Heather, rather than Kyle, on circulation duty.

“Hi, Heather.”

“What’s up, blondie?” She asked, looking up from her bio textbook.

“Uh, where’s Lucien?” Philip asked, “I wanted to talk to him.”

“Then you’ll have to call him, cause he’s not here. Sick or something.” Heather shrugged, as if this didn’t worry her at all.

“What?” Philip’s jaw dropped, heartbreak shining in his wide, dark eyes.

She shrugged again. “He’s out sick a lot, it’s probably nothing.”

“B… but we had a date tomorrow.” Philip was trying to hide his distress, but his voice wavered audibly.

“That sucks, man. I’m sure he’ll make it up, though. Luci’s loyal. He’s just also sickly as hell.”

Philip didn’t seem convinced. “But what if he’s not sick? What if he doesn’t wanna see me, and he’s just too nice to say so?”

Heather rolled her eyes. “You’re being paranoid.”

“Or maybe I’m being realistic. I was always suspicious that he wasn’t really into me. I’m too young and dumb and annoying. I don’t know why I ever thought we had something.”

“Dude, calm down. Go drink or something. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.” She snapped, losing her patience with Philip’s nervous antics.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to bother you. I’ll… I’ll go now.” Philip hung his head shamefully, hurrying out of the library and heading for home. He only made it about ten minutes before tears started dripping down his cheeks. His already sluggish pace slowed further, and he sniffled softly, rubbing his eyes as he trudged off campus, heading for his miserably empty apartment.

Philip curled up on his couch as soon as he got home. Though he was normally hungry after such a long walk, today the pain in his stomach was a gut-wrenching sadness. He felt rejected, unwanted, pathetic. He’d known somewhere in the back of his mind that he wasn’t good enough, but he’d convinced himself that Lucien didn’t mind. Why was he such an optimistic idiot?

He buried his face in the couch cushions, sobbing loudly now that he was in private. As the night dragged on, he finally quieted down, sitting up and wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Maybe Heather was right. He should drink or something. That would cheer him up, or at least distract him. He went searching through the kitchen, wondering if he even had any alcohol around at the moment. All he could find was a bottle of blueberry wine; it must’ve been a gift or something, because he never drank wine and he fucking hated blueberries. However, he was in no mood to go out shopping, and decided he’d rather drink some gross wine than be sober.

Philip woke up on Saturday morning with no memory of the night before. His phone was on the floor by his bed, dead as a doornail. He groaned in dismay, plugging it in and praying that he hadn’t drunk-texted Lucien. The screen glowed with life, and he narrowed his eyes against the brightness. His heart skipped a beat as he saw a heartfelt plea sprawled out across the screen complete with typos and a confession of love. Philip cringed, ready to commit seppuku just to restore his dignity from this disaster, when his eyes wandered to the name at the top of the screen.

Team Snapchat.

For a brief moment, Philip actually believed there might be a god. He sighed deeply, relieved beyond words that he hadn’t spammed Lucien with an embarrassingly badly-written sob story. He set his phone aside, pulling a pillow over his face; he was feeling pretty rough after the previous night, and didn’t really want to do anything. Luckily, it was a Saturday, and his date had cancelled, so he was perfectly free to spend his night on absolutely nothing.

The weekend dragged on in a consistently boring and somewhat depressing fashion. When he finally found the will to get out of bed, Philip made himself a dinner of cinnamon toast crunch and ice cream, curling up on the couch to watch romance movies and cry. When Sunday evening rolled around, he started to get anxious. Should he go to the library tomorrow? Would Lucien even be there? Would Lucien want to see him if he was there? Should he even go to work tomorrow? His thoughts grew overwhelming, and Philip forced himself to stop caring. He curled up, ready to go to sleep. He’d just roll with the punches tomorrow, and let what happened happen.

Monday morning rolled around in its usual sluggish manner. Philip had no desire to be up before noon, but he crawled out of bed in time to lead his morning lecture nonetheless. Even less awake than usual, he grabbed an extra large coffee between each lecture, as well as a muffin from the coffee shop. By the end of the day, he found himself bouncing off the walls from an overload of sugar and caffeine. The excess energy only lent to his anxiety, and Philip paced around the lecture hall as his last class let out, contemplating whether or not to go to the library.

He’d told himself last night that he would relax and do what felt right, but he wasn’t anxious and caffeinated when he said that. Now he absolutely had to know what Lucien thought of him, even though he was nearly panicking just at the thought of outright rejection. He made a few more laps around the room before finally gathering his courage. He had to go to the library.

Philip’s legs were shaking as he walked up the old stone steps, but he took a deep breath and yanked the door open anyway. Kyle was manning the front desk, too busy with his cheetos and anime to even look up. Philip was honestly grateful for that; Kyle was the last person on earth he wanted to talk to right now. Nervously creeping into the library, he looked around, scanning every aisle for signs of Lucien. Instead, he found Heather re-shelving books. She looked up at him, giving a brief nod of greeting.

“Luci’s in the lounge.”

“Oh… uh… thanks.” Philip forced a smile, shuffling off towards the door in the back. It was slightly ajar, and he peeked nervously inside. No one was visible in the sliver of the room he could see, so he tentatively pushed the door open. “Lucien?” He squeaked, his voice breaking front sheer anxiety.

“I was wondering if you’d show.” Lucien was tucked into the corner of the couch, tea in one hand and a book in the other. His voice was incredibly scratchy, as though he’d just gargled with broken glass, and he honestly looked more like a week-old corpse than a live human. He was paler than a cartoon vampire, with deep shadows under his eyes. His face was startlingly gaunt and thin, as though he hadn’t eaten all weekend, and his normally-impeccable hair was slightly disheveled and more grey than ever.

Philip’s jaw nearly fell to the floor, and a pang of guilt struck him for ever thinking Lucien was lying about being sick. “Of course I’d show… I wanted to talk to you. Are you okay? You look really rough. What’s wrong?” He asked, stepping closer to get a better look at the older man.

“It’s a chronic illness I’ve dealt with for years. It’s not deadly, it just… gets the better of me sometimes. It’s not contagious, so you’ve really nothing to worry about.” Lucien seemed intent on calming Philip down; he could tell that the younger man was stressed. “Come sit with me, and we can talk.” He patted the couch cushion next to him, motioning Philip over.

Philip plopped down next to Lucien, frowning in concern. “You don’t seem to be feeling that good. Why come back to work so soon?”

“If I skipped work whenever I wasn’t feeling well, we’d need a new librarian.” Lucien quipped, “I learned to manage years ago, you really needn’t worry so much. All that aside, I do apologize for missing our date on Saturday. I told Heather to tell you that, but I don’t know how well she relayed the message…”

“Nah, it’s fine. She told me.” Philip lied. “Anything I can help you with while I’m here? I don’t want you overworking yourself.”

“Don’t be absurd. That’s what student workers are for.”

Philip couldn’t help but laugh, and he leaned against Lucien, a smile spreading across his face. “I’m glad you came back to work. I missed you on Friday.”

Lucien smiled back, some of the life briefly returning to his face. “I missed you, too."

#nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2017 #fantasy #modern fantasy #comedy #school

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