So, let's say that you're at school and you see a guy you know. I mean, you guys talk every once in a while and he's pretty cool, but you're not like friends or anything. You just talk to him every once in a while.
What's his name?
I don't know. Frank?
Okay, fine. His name is Will. Okay?
I don't think it really suits him, but okay.
...So anyway, you're at school during lunchtime and you see Will. So, you notice Will's not eating anything. That's when you realize that Will has no lunch, no money for lunch, and no way of getting either. He's just sitting there like he normally would. He's not acting any differently and he's not asking anyone for anything. Not money, not a fry, not even a salt packet, but you know he's gotta be hungry. So, what do you do?
Do I have any money?
Yeah. You have enough for you and another meal.
Duh, I buy him lunch.
Okay, cool. So, like you said, you buy him lunch. You buy your lunch and you buy his lunch and you go over and hand it to him. And, he says, "Wow. You know, that's really nice of you, but I wasn't gonna ask anyone for lunch. I was probably just gonna wait until I got home to eat." And, then you say--
Nah, it's cool.
Exactly. You say, "Nah, it's cool. I'm just being nice. It's a gift." And, Will says, "You know, that's awesome. You're really nice, bro." And, after that, you guys start hanging out. You guys are like really good buds. You are always hanging out and laughing and just having a good time. So, you guys are friends for a few months, and it's tons of fun. Then, one day, you go up to Will and you say, "Hey, Will, you know, I've been thinking, and I kinda want that five bucks."
What five bucks?
Hold on. I'm getting there. So, Will says, "What five bucks?" To which, you reply, "Well, we've been hanging out for a long time and it's been really fun, but like, I've done a lot of really nice things for you. Like, I'm always nice to you and I always listen and do things you wanna do, so I was thinking that because I've been so nice, you should pay me back that five bucks I spent to get your lunch right before we started really hanging out."
What? Why would I--
I'm not done yet. So, then Will looks kinda hurt and he says, "But I thought you were just being nice. I thought that was just a gift." So, you say, "Whether or not it was a gift, don't you think you kinda owe me that five bucks since I've been so nice to you?" And, Will says, "No. I don't think I owe you that!" And you get mad, so you say, "Well, I think that you do, so I think you're being really shitty and stuck up about this and I feel like I've been completely wronged."
Oh, my God. That's so fucked up of me. I would never do that to Will. Will was nice. We were buds. That's way screwed.
I know, right? Hey, just wondering, have you ever heard of this fictional place called "The Friendzone?"
Dear diary, my name is Nordsly McStabberson and my roving gang of assholes discovered this sweet ass abandoned cave in the mountains in the middle of goddamn no where, it seems like a good place to set up base. Bertha stationed one guy with the shittiest bow and arrows we could find out at the entrance to tell passerby's 'Thats close enough' if anyone happens to be scaling the side of a mountain. Its my birthday tomorrow and we will celebrate with generic off brand nord mead and boiled creme treats. TFFN <3 Nordsly.
It's me again Diary. Birthday was great! Nael Pinebrooktreelover the wood elf got me 2 iron daggers and a set of baked potatoes, just what I always wanted. We've been here in this stinking freezing wet cave for a few weeks and at night I've noticed weird sounds coming from inside the walls. Like...wailing? A sort of unholy otherworldly shrieking, as if the souls of a hundred damned men are screeching in unison for freedom of their wretched rotting prisons.Clawing. Grasping. Blindly searching in the darkness to rid themselves of their curse. I dunno. No biggie. Bertha told me to stop worrying and keep digging. I am sure nothing could go wrong.
Can someone explain to me why there’s so much hate for the design change for the Klingons?
I personally find them extremely interesting to look at, designed a lot more alien than before, and their armour is utterly stunning? Like, just, wow???
I mean, I get it, they’re not humans painted up to look different like in TOS, nor are they Klingons like Worf in TNG, or the pierced design in the AOS movies, but in my mind, I VERY much picture them to be Klingon like any other Klingons shown in the series., and BOI AM I GONNA TELL YOU WHY I THINK THAT.
(look at these handsome bois, all of them are the best.)
There was often times that people attempted to connect Klingon from TOS to the ones that were shown later with brow ridges because we as humans like continuity and want everything to flow together. However, it was hard to get a concrete answer to why exactly Klingon ended up looking as different as they did compared to their first version.
Some content in the form of the canon novels, however, may have given us an answer!
Keep in mind, this is what I know of the novels and, from my understanding, is considered canon since it was brought up in or hinted at in other media.
In them, it was stated that there was a type of Klingon augment virus that spread through a large portion of the population due to Klingon researchers attempting to create a strong, better Klingon by bio-engineering them. Through the use of human augment embryos left over from Earth’s eugenics wars that were found in a hi-jacked Klingon bird of prey that had been destroyed in orbit of the Qu’Vat Colony, they began to, essentially, splice it in with great caution.
They did this in part because they feared human augments being staffed on ships would overwhelm the empire.
It worked, - how amazing right?!, - creating stronger and more intelligent Klingons, but a lot of the subjects that were used in these experiments began to show more physically human characteristics, from the simple to the blatantly obvious, including personality and loss of, - YOU GUESSED IT, - the well known forehead ridges!
(pictured: Klingon ridges dissolving due to augment DNA being used. also, a good Klingon ‘O’ face.)
One of the test subjects they used, however, had the Levodian flu, and the mixing of the flu with the augment DNA pretty much messed up all the controlled experimentation by the researchers and created an epidemic that nearly killed all the klingons.
Still with me?
Millions within months were infected.
The researchers scrambled to attempt to find a cure. First, attempting to capture Doctor Arik Soong led nowhere as, lo and behold, the doctor was in a high security detention facility. Their next attempt was with Doctor Phlox with Phlox being forced to work with Antaak, the main Klingon researcher, to find that cure.
Problem is that the Klingon High Council got really tired of waiting for them to get it finished, and went on to destroy infected colony planets to clear the virus.
Basically, the research team was put under a heavy clock with nothing else to do but to not cure the virus, but stabilize it, because it would apparently take them weeks to try and make the cure. They were successful in stabilizing it early on in the infection, -
after the cranial ridges had dissolved and some minor neural re-ordering had occurred (which caused the personality changes), -
and with the help of Admiral Krell, they called off the destruction of the planets! The cure was made with the new amount of time and was passed around, helping solve the problem of the whole dying and mass extinction thing.
Problem is, the cure also caused many Klingons to lose their brow ridges.
(Antaak with his ridges, prior to the cure being administered.)
(Oh! And there they go, - poof! - post cure!)
Thing is, any descendants of these Klingons would pass on the genetic human-like appearance.
This all happened back in 2154!
The Klingons we see in TOS are placed around 2267 are the descendants of those same Klingons!
No one in the Federation really thought much else about it because they simply didn’t know any other Klingons aside from them!
Among the Klingon researchers and some of the population, there was a great worry that these same Klingons would be considered outcasts due to their appearance and mental and personality changes, - cowardice, in example, was one such problem - but, were later on able to hold positions of power, even receiving the title of Dahar Master and getting their statues in the Hall of Heros on Qo’noS - like, ie. General Kor in TOS which many people are familiar with!
Later on, it was available to some to get the brow ridges cosmetically added back on; however, there may have been more done, medically, that helped reinsert the Klingon head ridges as we see them from TNG and later on.
ALL OF THAT SAID.
HERE COMES MY HEADCANON OR UNDERSTANDING OF THE SITUATION FOR WHAT WE SEE IN STAR TREK: DISCOVERY.
Some times, Klingons considered these ‘augmented’ Klingons to be lesser then and were not ‘True Klingons’, - and as far as I remember, this is a thing that was talked about in canon as well, - and lo and behold, the idea of purity comes into play!
Forget that it’s a fucking dick move to do, let’s try and keep Klingons pure, guys!
How do we keep Klingons pure?
Marry between the royal houses of the High Council.
To us, that may seem weird and a little squicky, but consider that this is something that royal families in our past have done on multiple occasions! It wouldn’t be that far off from thinking that the Klingon royal houses would due the same! Due to this, there have been lots of medical and genetic problems due to families attempting to keep the line pure.
Anywhere from reduced intelligence or personality changes to physical deformities, - larger, oddly shaped heads, cleft lips, blood disorders, - to what else you can think of!
While it seems that the Klingons in ST:D are still, obviously, intelligent, it comes to our understanding that their physical differences are much different to what we have come to understand to be the norm in a standard Klingon.
The ridges are more aggressive, pushing out the profile as well as following the line of the neck into their armour, the brows heavier, the noses wider with two nostrils and no dip slope of the nose, no hair, oddly shaped heads due to the size of the ridges, most likely, smaller ears pressed closer to the skull, more slurring due to possible throat differences, and harsher, grating noises in the throat that we don’t normally hear even in normal Klingons.
Then again, that last one may be more due to a possible dialect change for spoken Klingon in the High Council or a possible House dialect, which, could also be possible. This is, after all, an alien language that we only know one side of.
I don’t know, my xenolinguistics is a little rusty!
Moving on to their armour, check out this utterly
stunning costume design!
The Klingons in ST:D wear more ornamental armour then we’re accustomed to seeing, sharp and almost decorative in design, and possibly breakable, though I wouldn’t advise testing it!
However, these are Klingons, and while they don’t seem practical, you can be damn sure that they’re supposed to be used in combat even if they look like the way do in ST:D.
T’Khumva, - pictured above, - is wearing something a lot more
decorative then what the rest of his people are wearing. A higher
collar, sharpened points, aggressive, bold lines in a gold alloy trim, black leathers being the main base point with the gold being the accent, decorated the collar and points of the spikes with what looks to be stones. It seems he’s even wearing a house crest on his abdomen,
though that may still be a design choice to go with the chest and collar piece pattern.
Let’s take a look at the others in his ‘court’.
Their style is simpler, with lower collars, with drabber and less prominent colour and designs with no aggressive lines or defining markers of a Klingon house. Less decorative and more practical. I wouldn’t think these Klingons to be servants, but maybe they are, or maybe they’re lesser nobles from lesser houses, who knows! But there is a harsh difference between their armour styles and the way T’Khumva wears his.
They’re from royal houses with those serving under them considered of
their house, so obviously they’re going to wear what, to us, would be
overly fancy, formal clothes, but with much more practical use to keep
you from, you know, dying?
The design and style of them, from their armour to their physical appearance, even to their spoken words, phrases, and language, they are different, but not quite different enough, to not be Klingon.
All of this points to the factor that the houses have been inbreeding within their own genetic lines over a possibly lengthy time, - ST:D happens a decade prior to TOS and the virus happened 113 years in the past, a decent time for gestation and passing of genetic material dependent on Klingon breeding and reproduction standards, - and have slowly pushed further and further out from what is commonly known as the standard Klingon.
Who knows, maybe they’ve been doing this for centuries?
I understand that people are upset about the design change due to something they have always known being shifted so drastically, I get it, but consider what I said!
What we are seeing, the Klingon High Council and their houses, could quite literally be extremely inbred specimens born from attempts of keeping the blood line pure.
I’m totally open for comments, critique, and further speculation if anyone wants to add more to this or to argue this!
At first glance, you think, what an asshole. What kind of reaction is that?
And then you think a little harder about who he is and what hearing that might mean to him. Instead of it being endearing news the way the weasel takes it, he probably hears “oh no, I can’t be responsible for Moomin’s happiness, that isn’t my responsibility.” which is why he follows up with, “It’s important for everyone to be alone and be themselves.” He is not only speaking for himself, but it’s also kind of indirect advice for Moomin, who it seems has become a little too dependent on him for emotional fulfillment. Snufkin is afraid of the expectations that have now been inadvertently created for him, and he feels very pressured, which is why his immediate reaction is to angrily snap at the weasel in response.
Come to think of it, Snufkin even got upset when he heard the forest creatures looked up to him and told stories about him, treating him like some sort of celebrity. I think he picked up on those expectations too, but this time taken on superficial contexts. After all, the weasel’s conversation was the first-ever contact. How can they revere him when they know nothing about him?
But if you pay attention, Snufkin always breaks his vision when he’s not telling the (whole) truth. It was just a reaction, but not what he really means and wants…
Even still, the atmosphere between Moomin and Snufkin when he returns in a similar way to the first episode is rather chilly. Snufkin doesn’t stop his song to greet Moomin, even though he glances in his direction to acknowledge his presence, and just leaves him to wait until he finishes before he greets him…
As excited as I am by the announcements, I'm feeling kind of disheartened by your blog. It seems like for quite some time you've been hyping the Vanilla Mythic, discounting going back to Dominaria, and saying UN3 wasn't in the works. I feel like we've crossed the line between you keeping things back for future hype and you actively misleading us. It's not fun to read your answers if I always have to wonder "Is MaRo being serious or lying so he can surprise us?"
I never lie on this blog. Every answer I give is always true. That said, I don’t give away that things you want we’re actually doing.
For example, when people asked for Un-3, I never said we weren’t doing it, I said how much I wanted to do it or what things had to happen for it to get green-lit.
For Dominaria, I talked about the problems of returning.
All of that was true. Yes, I implied they weren’t being done, but either I do that or I never talk about future products on the blog. Gauging from what questions I get asked, I don’t believe that’s what most readers would want me to do.
Simone Veil was a Holocaust Survivor, lawyer, politician and reproductive rights activist who secured rights to contraceptives and abortions for French women in 1975. Her other achievements include being at the head of the Ministry of Health under Valéry Giscard d’Estaing and François Mitterrand, a member of the Académie Française, and receiving the Légion d’Honneur in 2012.
She died this morning, 30th of June 2017, and I simply wanted to express my condolences and gratitude for what this incredible person has done for my country and the women who live here.
What I mean:
Okay but that one set photo with Cory on the balcony at what looks like Ivy's house? We know he's going to be at that house with Oswald so perhaps he actually IS talking to him outside on that balcony. Who else would he be talking to? Barbara wouldn't want to go out to see Edward in the rain, neither would anyone we've seen at the house. He would only be out there in the rain with Oswald. So if Ed and Oswald have a balcony scene in the rain where the hell will that lead? What do balcony scenes always lead to? Why does Ed not have any glasses???? Why would they be discussing shit in the RAIN?? WHY NOT GO INSIDE???
“harry’s the sickest. hands down one of the coolest guys i know. super nice. super talented. just bad ass. really humble. really quiet.”
“liam’s my neighbor. he lives across the street. liam’s great. he has a lot of energy. like me in the studio - jumps around me.”
“i finally hung with louis a few weeks ago and we wrote. he’s just got his shit together now. he’s so sweet. i can’t say enough good things about him. i hadn’t see him in a while. i’d always see him out partying but he came to the studio and we wrote and just caught up. it was hard on the road always because it was like we’re making the album and there was a lot of hyper, not tension, but energy whether it’s egos or just being on the road and it was just a lot. so it’s nice to hang with them on the couch…. as humans.”
“niall’s the man. niall is the rock. he hasn’t really changed in the last six years. it’s that irish thing. he’s the sweetest guy on the planet. he hasn’t changed one bit.”
//Warnings: Smut, Blowjob, Spanking, Rough Sex, Bathroom Sex, Handjob.
//A/N: Not everything is as it seems.
The day of your wedding was beautiful, magical, lovely, it was everything you had ever wanted and more. You were currently sitting in your dressing area with your best friends and family. Your family loved Tyler, so did your friends, so they couldn’t be happier with the fact that you were marrying him. Your hair had finally been done, your dress was on, makeup was flawless, everything on your end was ready to go. “You ready?” Your parent asked. You nod your head and stand at the back of the line behind all of the bridesmaids, groomsmen, and your maid of honor. She was with Josh, seeing as he was Tyler’s best man. You look between heads and see Tyler under the Pew, looking nervous, but also having the biggest smile on his face. Once everyone has gone down the aisle, the crowds of people in seats stand, and you know it’s your turn to walk. You loop arms with your parent and push through the doors, immediately seeing people begin to cry, Tyler included. You look over to Josh as well, who was smiling happily at you, but still, a hint of sadness resonated in his eyes. You clear your throat and link hands with Tyler as the officiant begins their speech. You each say your vows, before kissing each other, and the friends and family applaud. You smile at everyone as you to walk hand in hand back down the aisle. Once inside, Tyler runs with you up the stairs and shuts the door behind him. “Hello, Mrs. Joseph” he says, smiling as big as he could. “Mrs. Joseph, I like the sound of that” you say as he takes a step closer. You wrap your arms around him and you kiss deeply, everything feeling like it had more meaning. “We should get back, that party is for us, you know” you say, pulling back. Tyler lets out a frustrated groan before opening the door and letting you out first. You walk back down the stairs and go outside, where the reception was being held. You hear a loud applause as the two of you walk out, but all you could focus on was Josh standing in the back. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Tyler grabs your hand and pulls you to the dance floor. You groan and kick off your heels, obliging to dance. The night was as amazing as the actual wedding, and you couldn’t have had a better time. As the night comes to a close you see that Josh had left early. Before you can even react, Tyler pulls you along to the limo and practically pushes you in. You hit what felt like a person on your way in, and look up to see the familiar mess of yellow hair. Josh. Let’s go back to they night.///////////////////////// Marry me. His words were ringing in your ears and you looked up to see if he was serious. You’re left speechless looking between the boys, both of them expecting an answer. “Tyler, I love you, but I also love Josh. This is something I don’t think I can decide on right now” you say, standing from the bed. “(Y/N) that’s not what I asked” Tyler said. You must’ve been visibly confused, and so was Josh, so he continued. “You were mine first. To the world and anyone looking in, you still are mine and only mine. I don’t think we should end what we've been doing. It would kill me to see how upset either of you would be. But, (Y/N), I love you so much more than you will ever know. I just want to be with you forever, and let everybody know. I want to know that whatever happens between the three of us, you will always stick by me. Because I will always stick by you” he finishes, with a deep sigh. You hear Josh clear his throat, and you look at him to see him nodding, letting you know it was okay. You look back at Tyler, smiling. “Well, Tyler, yes. I will marry you”/////////////// The limo pulls off once Tyler is inside the car, and both of the men look at you, while you look straight ahead. Tyler wanted to get married as soon as possible, so the wedding was four months after that night. In all of that time, none of you had sex, or anything relating to such. Now, the sexual tension between the three of you was as strong as ever. You place a hand on one of each of the boys thighs, smiling when they both inhale at the same time. You lean over to Tyler first, kissing him deeply and running your fingers through his hair. You pull back and bite your lip slightly, moving over to Josh and doing the same thing. After a while of this, you get onto the ground of the limo and help them both unbutton their pants and slide them down along with their underwear. You use one Hand on each, stroking them both in unison. The mix of moans between the men was enough to make you get wet yourself, causing you to start rubbing your legs together. You move your head back and forth between them, bobbing your head on one at a time. You can feel their both reaching their ends, which is why you pulled away and sat back up in your seat. Both of the boys are visibly mad and ask why you stopped. You stay quiet until the car stops, and you get out, rushing to the hotel you were staying in tonight. You check in using your name, and take the keys, the boys walking in not far after. “Why the grumpy faces?” You ask, teasingly. Before they can answer, you move past them and walk to the bathroom, going to a stall. You do your business and walk to the sink, washing your hands. You open the door and look up, just to see two very angry faces staring back. “Something wrong?” You ask innocently. Tyler pushes you back into the bathroom and lifts you to the sink, kissing you hard enough to make your head hit the mirror. Josh checks all the stalls before locking the door and walking towards you and Ty. Tyler pulls off your wedding dress, and sets it on a different sink, his breath hitching when he sees what lingerie you had chosen for the both of them. “Mm, baby” Josh says, taking a step closer. Josh and Tyler were now in front of you, staring hungrily. “You know, it’s too bad this is really nice lingerie” Josh says, pulling the strap of the side of your thing and letting it slap back onto your hip. “Because you teased us, didn’t let either of us finish, didn’t let us speak to you, and the list goes on and on baby doll” Tyler finishes for him. “And when you get all defiant. We aren’t so gentle.” With that, Tyler pulls off your bra and Josh pulls down your thing, with so much intensity strings were popping everywhere and scratched you on the way off. You let out a loud groan and Tyler pulls you off the sink, turning you so you see yourself in the mirror. Josh pulls your head back with your hair, and quickly latches his lips onto your neck, while Tyler pulls one of your breasts in his mouth, biting softly. You don’t hesitate to let out loud groans, the wetness between your legs becoming more apparent. Without warning or hesitation, Josh pushes you down onto the ground, pulling you slightly so that you were on all fours. “I had her last time. Take this as a wedding gift” Josh says, moving in front of you and dropping to his knees. You hear Tyler doing the same from behind you, and also heartbeat sound of their pants dropping to the ground. Josh grabs your head and helps you to slowly place your mouth around his length, but Tyler is quick to shove himself inside you, making you take Josh deeper. You begin to choke slightly, but Josh didn’t let up. Meanwhile, Tyler was giving slap after sleep to your backside, always curling his fingers on the spot after each hit. Josh finally lets you move back to breathe, and smirks when you have to recollect your breath. You ease your way back onto him, making sure not to let Tyler’s ruthless thrusts interrupt you. You steady yourself with one hand and use your other to massage your clit. Tyler takes notice and nods at Josh. Josh pulls your hand away from yourself and looks you dead in the eyes. “We didn’t say you could do that” he says, the grip on your wrist tightening. You nod and set it back down on the ground. Tyler’s thrusts become more rough and fast, his hands now gripping your hips and forcing you to take him as deep as possible. He slowly moves one hand down to your clit, picking up where you had left off. It’s not long after that when you finally spill over the edge, and moan around Josh. The boys weren’t finished though. Even though you were done, they continued to use your body, and Tyler continues on your clit, trying to help you reach your second orgasm. Josh thrusts once more into your mouth, finally pouring what he had down your throat. The vulgar sounds he had made were enough to make you spill a second time, Tyler not far behind. With one last sloppy and hard hit, he came, both of the boys pulling out from you. Your arms and legs were so weak that once they weren’t holding you anymore, you fell over and laid stiff on the ground. Both the boys get redressed, and Tyler grabs your dress, sliding it back down over your body, while Josh slid your bra and panties into his pocket. Tyler watches you struggle to stand, and picks you up bridal style, before carrying you out of the bathroom. “We wore you out that bad?” Josh asks, a softness present in his voice. You nod your head. “And i loved every minute of it”
what she means:
Okay the idea that we can just use Grace Burgess AKA Grace Fucking Shelby as some kind of on-going torture trope for Thomas is kind of ridiculous. I really love Tommy with my entire heart and soul but I am sick and tired of this whole "kill off our female lead and make it a plot twist" game. It's not even a TWIST any more because I saw it happening a mile away. Grace Burgess was a god damn spy that pulled a fast one over THOMAS SHELBY aka mob boss of the peaky fucking blinders gang. Grace Burgess struggled in the streets and killed a man. Grace Burgess shot up some dudes in a pub to save Tommy's life, then single handedly watched him beat the living shit post-PTSD out of them. And she prevailed, and she saw him and did not run away. Grace Burgess was an agent of the crown and held a gun to Polly Shelby's face, only to sit down and settle things like a woman. She was an UNDERCOVER SPY. She fucking shot a man holding a gun to her head in the leg and crippled him with a gun she kept hidden in her handbag. Tommy Shelby brought Grace to his business meetings because he needed a touch of "class". Grace Shelby looked Duchess Tatiana square in the eye and challenged her, like "My man will kiss that hand of yours but his lips have been on my pussy, not yours." Grace Shelby has always known the consequences of loving Thomas Shelby. Don't think for a second she is the naive housewife she has been portrayed as lately. Keep in mind Grace Shelby's entire persona is about being underestimated. If it's one thing we've learned, don't underestimate her. Grace Shelby is not afraid of guns. Or fast women. Or violence. Or looking at Tommy Shelby the wrong way. Grace Shelby is surrounded by pretty things with a pretty lifestyle, and knows exactly what kind of money is being used to pay for everything. Grace Shelby wants a better life for her and her husband, but she's the Queen and the show has been about watching her rise. She will cut you, slay you, and destroy you while maintaining the femininity that she reeks of. Grace Shelby is not a pawn to toss around for the benefit of the males around her-- shoot her down & watch her rise like the Grace of God. Like she should. Like she will.
I honestly don't understand why Johnlock is so important to people why they think it must happen for Sherlock to be a good show. It baffles me, Sherlock Holmes was never in a relationship with John so why must it happen in this adaptation? It drives me crazy that people don't want to watch Sherlock just because two characters that were never going to be together, aren't together. (We've been told many times that Sherlock and John aren't and never were supposed to be a thing)
buddy, I don’t care what drives you crazy and it’s not my responsibility to use my freetime to explain to you why seeing lgbt characters is “so important” to lgbt people. Sherlock and John have always been a thing, and if you don’t get it yet then it’s not my job to make you. Go watch elementary, it’ll be easier for you to understand.
Short drabbles request Wonwoo, it’s always been you, neighbour AU
Two requests for a neighbor AU for Wonwoo so I’ve combined them. This one uses the quote “It’s always been you.”
Growing up with Wonwoo was an experience you wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. Being at his side through every part of his life, defined your own version of normal. You knew him since he was the dorky skinny kid with the heavy books in his backpack that hurt his shoulders, and you knew him as he grew into the gorgeous young man that made most of the girls and some of the boys whisper behind their hands about his mysterious charms.
He wasn’t such a mystery to you though. You knew his handsome detached expression was the side effect of him thinking about the pupae life cycles he just learned about in bio- or the philosophies of the main character in his latest novel.
And beside, could anyone really be a mystery to anyone when you woke every morning to wave at the sleepy pajama-clad bed-head version of them through your bedroom window? You were pretty sure they could not. You were pretty sure there was nothing you didn’t know about him.
Until one day. Right before graduation, when you were both getting old enough to move on with your lives, you started talking about the future. You were sitting on the grass in front of your houses after school. And then he confessed, stammering and awkward in a way he usually wasn’t around you, looking up at your two houses, side by side, that he thought he was falling in love.
“What?” you asked, stomach plunging to your shoes, feeling suddenly sick with the thought. With the idea that your familiar world was tipping over. With Wonwoo loving someone.
You thought back to all the love struck people at your school, and the way you laughed internally at them and treasured Wonwoo as your own, and you suddenly realized that if he had fallen for one of them in return… you would be jealous.
“I know it may not be what you want to hear,” Wonwoo said, finally looking over at you. His dark intense eyes were too much. You looked away. “But when we talk about forever, I can only think about one thing. I can only think that I… I don’t want to leave these little houses across the way from each other. I don’t want to stop falling deeper in love every day. I don’t want to leave you.”
“Me?” you asked, eyes flying back to his. “What-”
“Of course you,” Wonwoo laughed, face softer than it had ever been before, the look he reserves only for you. “It’s always been you.”