Sam and Dean sit in baby staring at their once 25 year old sister who was now 4 years old in a ballerina outfit because that’s what she picked out at the store when they needed to buy her clothes. The previous hunt they were on Y/N got hit by some weird powder by a witch and Dean woke up the following morning to a tiny hand on his face.
“Why do you guys keeping wooking at me weird?” She ask looking between them. “You’re just so tiny.” Sam smiles. “She’s so cute!” Sam adds looking at Dean. “Yeah, I remember.” He mumbles as they get out the car to go food shopping for the bunker.
“Come on Y/N.” Sam chimes as he opens the back door for her. He holds her hand as they cross the street to the store. She lets go and runs to the shopping carts to grab one. They stand there watching her struggle to get one cart out because they were stuck together. (Don’t you just hate that) “I got it.” Sam chuckles getting it. As they walk in store Y/N skips ahead next to Dean to hold his hand but he keeps moving his hand so she can’t grab it.
“I don’t wanna hold your hand, thanks. I don’t wanna hold your hand.” He argues. She frowns and grabs a hold of his hand and grips it tight. “Ow, ow, let go of my hand.” He growls. “That hurts.” He glares down at her. She whimpers and peeks over to Sam who looks down at her. “What’s wrong bug?”
“Dean won’t hold my hand.” Y/N pouts. Sam gives Dean his signature bitch face and Dean grunts and grabs her hand. “She always did this before.” He mumbles but Sam just chuckles shaking his head. “Why did you choose a costume?” Dean ask looking at her ballerina outfit. “It’s not a costume it’s my protective gear.”
“How’s a ballerina costume suppose to protect you?”
“Are you crazy who wants to hurt a ballewina?” She protest. “Other ballerinas.” Dean shrugs. Once Dean had enough he throws Y/N in the seat of the cart and she rambles to Sam who too eventually has enough of her talk of Princes and fairies and he gives her his iPod. She bops her head and swings her hanging legs accidentally kicking Sam once in awhile listening to music as they get to the register. “Can I has some lime jerky?” She ask pointing down below to the candy and jerky. Sam is about to protest remembering her eating habit but Dean holds his hand up to stop him. “Your remember how she was when she didn’t get things. She whined and whined.” Sam grabs the jerky and puts it down with the of stuff and Y/N smiles. The ride to the bunker is an half hour away and Y/N becomes very impatient.
“Are we there yet?” She grunts tugging on her seatbelt. “We get there when we get there Y/N.” Dean answers annoyed. “Why do you have to be such a meany?” She yells. Sam stops Dean before he can even talk back. “Hey princess let’s play a game.” Sam says turning around in his seat. “Okay!”
“Let’s play the license plate game.”
“Yay okay!” Y/N props herself on the seat and looks out the window. There isn’t much cars on the road and she eventually falls asleep from boredom. When they arrive Sam carries Y/N down the stairs seeing Cas sitting in the war room. “Who’s the child?” He questions noticing a sleeping Y/N in Sam’s arms.
“Cas it’s Y/N.” He chuckles. “Y/N isn’t two feet tall.”
“She got hit by some mumbo jumbo powder and now she’s four years old so we need to find a way to reverse it.” Dean explains as they walk to the kitchen. “Cas would you mind taking her to her room?” Sam ask. Cas hesitates at first and nods. Sam passes her gently so she doesn’t wake up. She stirs in Cas’s arms for a moment and becomes still again. He takes her to her room settling her down on the bed. He admires her small body seeing fully that it clearly was Y/N. He remembers Y/N showing him some pictures of her and boys when they were younger.
An hour goes passed and the boys sit in the library reading some books. “Do children usually nap for this long?” Cas questions. “You have a point totally forgot. She’s too quiet now that I realize.” Sam intervenes. “Oh no.” Dean mumbles getting up. “What? What is it?” Cas questions following them to the kitchen.
“Whenever Y/N was quiet it meant that she’s was either hiding something or she’s going through the pantry for cand—”
Sure enough when they reach the kitchen they see a stash of candy wrappers opened along with other snacks, but that wasn’t the problem. This was Dean’s secret stash. “Son of bitch.” He stomps his boot. “If she throws up, I’m blaming you!” Dean scolds at Sam with a pointed finger. They go into the hallways to look for her. “Y/N!” Dean screams. He goes to her room not seeing her there and is about to leave till he hears shuffling from the closet. He slowly walks up to the closet grabbing the door knobs and swings them open spotting the little ballerina with a chocolate stained mouth.
“THERE YOU ARE!” She screams crawling through Deans legs and makes a run for it in the hallway.
“Sammy get her!” He screams. Sam sees a small body dart across the hallway. He runs after her but loses her once he turns the corner. Five minutes go by and Dean doesn’t find her. “I’m tried of playing games Y/N come out now or it’s time out for you!” After three minutes of searching he meets in the war room with Sam. “She’s in so much trouble!” Dean grunts. “Dean, why are you so mad at her?”
“She ate my stuff!”
“No, not that. I mean ever since she turned you’ve been a meany like she said what’s up with that?” Dean doesn’t answer and looks away. Sam stands there waiting for the answer. Dean mumbles something inaudible he can’t hear. “What?”
“I said she likes you better then me.” He confesses. “Dean, what are you talking about?” He sighs before he answers.
“Every since Y/N was little she always liked you best. She was stuck to you like glue.” Sam stands there in shock. “Dean, she loves you a lot you know?” He raises an eyebrow hearing this. “Anytime you and dad were gone Y/N never shut about you. Asking me all these questions about cars and bugging me when you were gonna be back and how excited she was to learn how to gank monsters from her big brother. Besides you too spend a bunch of time together now. Why is this affecting you?”
“Is that true?”
“Yes, I was kinda jealous because I thought she liked you more. And to be honest I’m a little jealous. You guys have a closer bond than I have with her now.” Sam admits. Suddenly Cas emerges into the war room carrying a crying Y/N. “What happened?” Sam ask. “Well when I was chasing her down she fell and hurt her knee.” He lifts her leg up showing the ripped pink unitard with a cut that is now bleeding just a little and the torn tutu. He goes to hand her to Sam’s out stretched arms but she whimpers rejecting him.
“I want Dean.” She whimpers crying. Dean lifts his head up hearing this and gets a good look at his baby sister. Her arms reached out for him leaning away from Cas. Her eyes puffy and red from crying. Dean realizes that he’s been so stupid that he didn’t need to be jealous, because him and Y/N get along perfect now when she’s not a toddler. She whimpers putting her arms down thinking her big brother yet again is rejecting her today until he reaches out for her and she quickly wraps her arms around his neck. “You okay?” He ask softly wiping her tear stained face. “No.” Y/N croaks shaking her head and he takes her to his room. He sets her down on his bed and helps her in one of his t-shirts after cleaning her face.
“I’m sorry I ate your candy.” She apologies in her small voice. “No, I’m sorry for being a meany today, I was just jealous.”
“Why?” She ask with a tilt of her head.
“It’s a long story. But let’s get a bandaid on this shall we?” He gets the first aid kit and cleans her scratch up. “Tank you.” She says once he’s finished. “Dean.” She calls out to him when he puts the stuff away. “Yeah?”
“Can we watch some cowboy movies?” He smiles at this and nods his head. “Sure thing sweetheart.” He sets the movie in his room while Cas helps her pop the popcorn. Half way through the movie Y/N starts falling asleep. He looks down under his arm seeing Y/N falling asleep with a piece of popcorn hanging of her bottom lip. “Getting sleepy there?” He lays down with her pulling the blanket up. “Frectles.” She mumbles. “What?” She puts one tiny finger in his face and says it again. “Frectles.” He frowns then gasp realizing what she meant. “You mean freckles.” He chuckles. “Yeah you has those.”
Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #412.
1) From the very start this film is excellent storytelling. The opening scene where young Judy and her classmates clearly establishes the conflict of predator vs. prey and the biases that come from that, the film’s humor and heart, and Judy as a character.
2) My mother is an actuary. My brother is studying to be an actuary. Actuaries don’t do this.
Little Jaguar: “Today I can hunt for tax exemptions. I’m going to be an actuary!”
3) Judy’s parents (Don Lake & Bonnie Hunt) are so funny in such a sad way.
Stu: “Judy, you ever wonder how your mom and me got to be so darn happy?”
Stu: “Well, we gave up on our dreams and we settled. Right, Bon?”
Bonnie: “Oh yes, that’s right Stu. We settled hard.”
4) Gideon Grey.
Gideon is a perfect example of how nothing - NOTHING - in this film is superfluous, but I’m actually going to speak on that further into the film.
5) The police academy scene gives wonderful exposition. It sets up the environment and rules of Zootopia’s various ecosystems in a way that feeds into Judy’s conflict and character.
6) Ginnifer Goodwin as Judy Hopps.
Goodwin (a massive Disney fan herself) breathes perfect life into Hopps. The best voice over work is when you’re not distracted by the voice actor. When their voice and their heart match with the character so perfectly that you don’t hear - say - Kristen Bell as Anna or Mike Myers as Shrek, you only hear the character’s. Goodwin is able to balance Judy’s massive optimism and heart along with the scenes where Judy has lost those things perfectly. I don’t think anyone else could have voiced Hopps as well as Goodwin.
7) If you want to avoid a slew of bad animal puns, don’t look too hard at Judy’s iPod.
8) “Try Everything” by Shakira.
Written by Sia, Tor Erik Hermansen, and Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, the theme song which deserved an Oscar nomination captures Judy’s optimism and struggles perfectly. The song’s lyrics speak of optimism in the face of constant failure, a theme which is very relevant to Judy in the first half of the film. It also provides the perfect backdrop to the visual introduction of Zootopia as Judy enters the city on train.
Judy [after Clawhauser calls her “cute”]: “Ooh, ah, you probably didn’t know, but a bunny can call another bunny ‘cute’, but when other animals do it, that’s a little…”
Bogo [turning to an Elephant officer]: “Francine. Happy birthday!”
11) I love the way the filmmakers handled Judy’s office discrimination. She is treated just as a token bunny, someone who’s only there for PR. Except she was top of her class at Zootopia police academy: a difficult feat for anybody, let alone a bunny. But this just feeds into the biases Bogo already has about Judy: she’s not really that good, they just said she was because she’s a bunny. That plays into real life way more than it probably should.
12) Wow, I did not catch how entirely speciesist this line was until now:
Remember how I said great voice over work is noted by not realizing you’re listening to a voice over artist? The same can be said of Bateman’s performance of Wilde, 100%. To start, Bateman captures Wilde’s surface level of sly con artists WONDERFULLY well. He’s devilish and charming in the same vein as Danny Ocean or Han Solo, and Bateman expresses this perfectly. But as the film progresses Bateman is also able to show off Nick’s layers. His troubled past, his occasional lack of self-worth and anger at the world. And the honest level never changes. It’s not like Bateman was hired ONLY for the slyness of Nick’s role and had to power through the rest, he’s able to do it all. It’s a great voice over for a great character.
14) The relationship between Nick & Judy is the cornerstone of this film. What I personally like about it is its honesty. There’s no BIG moment when these two meet, it’s a chance encounter which grows to conflict and then budding friendship so organically you don’t even know it’s happening.
15) There is nothing even remotely superfluous in this film. Nick makes a comment about how he’s been running his popsicle con his whole life and that will come back to bite him in the butt later.
16) This pig is played by Josh Dallas, Ginnifer Goodwin’s onscreen partner in “Once Upon a Time” and real life husband.
17) The chase through Zootopia is an incredible amount of fun, especially when Judy and Duke get to Little Rodentia. The filmmakers are able to play with their concept in a visual entertaining and imaginative way, which in turn keeps us as the audience wrapped up in the world they’ve established.
Note: I’m going to take about Alan Tudyk as Duke later in the film, at a very specific moment.
18) Again, there is nothing superfluous in this film (a note I’m going to be making a lot):
Judy [after saving Mr. Big’s daughter]: “Love your hair.”
Mr. Big’s Daughter: “Aww, thank you!”
It is this little encounter (and, you know, the fact that Judy saved her life) that saves Judy & Nick from getting “iced” by Mr. Big later in the film.
19) Again, nothing superfluous in the film. As the “non-onions” that Duke stole end up being very important later on.
20) Disney is at its bets when it pokes fun at itself.
Bogo: “Life isn’t some cartoon musical where you sing a little musical and your insipid dreams MAGICALLY COME TRUE! So let it go.”
21) Can we all just take a moment to appreciate Nick’s face after Judy says she’ll arrest him for, “felony tax evasion,” after he brags to her about how he’s been running this con since he was a kid and how much money he makes?
22) Again, with the idea that nothing in this film is superfluous: Judy’s recording pen becomes very important as the movie goes on.
23) Only Tommy Chong could play this character.
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Like there’s a chance he’s not even reading from a script, they just had Tommy Chong come in and told him what the movie was about and he just started talking.
24) This is the funniest part of the whole film, in my opinion.
The entire DMV scene plays well not only with the concept established by the film of an animal society in a way which is funny on its own, but the continuing conflict of Judy’s eagerness, Flash’s slowness, and Nick’s desire to throw a monkey wrench into the whole thing leads to amazing comedy.
25) Did you know Kristen Bell is in this film?
Bell landed the role not only because of her working with Disney on Frozen, but also because she is a noteworthy sloth enthusiast (as seen on “Ellen”).
26) It is nice to see Nick freak out when he realizes he and Judy are in Mr. Big’s limo, as it shows us a part of him we haven’t gotten to look at much in the film so far.
LaMarche is a noted voice over actor known primarily for his roles as Brain on “Pinky & The Brain”, various characters including Calculon on “Futurama”, and Mr. Freeze in the Batman Arkham series of video games. Here, we get to hear the veteran voice over artist do his best high pitched Brando impression.
28) This film has its fair share of nice surprises, details and twists which keeps you on your toes. The earliest of these is the revelation that the missing mammal Judy & Nick are looking for - Mr. Otterton - was in fact the one who attacked the limo driver (and not that he was the one attacked, as originally perceived).
29) This scene gives me life.
Bogo [after Judy’s witness disappears]: Two days to find the otter, or you quit. That was the deal. [Holding out hand] Badge.
Judy: But sir, we…
[Judy starts to turn in her badge]
Nick: Uh… no.
Chief Bogo: What did you say, fox?
Nick Wilde: Sorry, what I said was… NO! She will not be giving you that badge.[Bogo flinches] Look, you gave her a… a… a clown vest and a three wheel joke mobile and two days to solve a case you guys haven’t cracked in two weeks? Yeah, no wonder she needed to get help from a fox. None of you guys were gonna help her, were you? [Bogo starts to speak but Nick cuts him off] Here’s the thing, chief. You gave her the 48 hours, so technically we still have… 10 left, to find our Mr. Otterton. And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do. So, if you’ll excuse us, we have a very big lead to follow and a case to crack. Good day.
30) And then there’s this…
I saw this film twice in theaters and both times I was tearing up during Nick’s backstory. Anyone who has ever been bullied as a kid for being different will relate at least a little bit to what Nick went through. And it is this scene when Nick is at his most honesty with Judy, when they become pretty good friends and form a trust with each other.
31) NOTHING IN THIS FILM IS SUPERFLUOUS!!!! NOT EVEN A BLINK OR YOU’LL MISS IT STICKY NOTE ON BELLWETHER’S DESK!!!!
32) I did not think a Disney movie would make me jump like this (stop at 2:11).
33) This is incredibly rare for me, as someone who sees more than 60 films in theaters a year, but after Nick & Judy found the missing mammals and had the mayor arrested I had absolutely NO idea where the film was going after that. At all. I love it!
34) Nick’s face when Judy links the savage animals to being a predator…
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35) I had a film student criticize this film not based on the merits of its story or character’s or anything, but because they didn’t understand the metaphor. He noted that it’s not a clean comparison between white people and minorities and that’s exactly the point. This film is not about the people in power vs the people who aren’t, because who’s in power? The mayor may be a lion but the most biased character in the film - Chief Bogo - is prey. Bias goes all around and it can infect anybody, no matter what you think. Even Judy, for all her merits, is biased. She carries around fox repellent all the time and even has this line:
Judy: “It’s not like a bunny can go savage.”
That’s what I love about this film. It’s universal. It’s not about one real life society, it is about all societies everywhere and how bias can infect them and taint them and it’s up to us to work against that.
36) Fun fact: I had no idea otters were predators before seeing this film.
37) Gideon Grey returns.
If only all childhood bullies were like that, but again it gets to my oft-repeated point that nothing in this film is superfluous. Gideon could have easily been the one note bully from Judy’s youth who gave her the motivation to prove him wrong, but he comes back 15 years later in the most perfect way. She sees that people can change and that people who are good now are not always good (Gideon when he was younger, Judy when she was biased). It is a really important moment for her that was established all the way in the first ten minutes of this movie. I love that.
38) Judy’s apology to Nick and the way he handles it is something I truly love about this movie and their friendship as a whole.
And then I really love the little joke at the end about Judy trying to get to the pen and can’t help but wonder: was that written in the script? Was it Jason Bateman’s improv that made it into the film? It’s just so natural I must know!
39) Okay, I think this is the last time I will give this note, BUT NOTHING IN THIS MOVIE IS SUPERFLUOUS!!! This is most apparent to me when Nick does a little thing like expressing how much he likes the berries on Judy’s farm and it becomes so important to the plot latter when they switched out those berries with the Night Howlers in Bellwether’s dart gun.
43) The sticky note on Bellwether’s phone earlier was for Doug, the guy who mixes the night howler drug that makes animals go savage (this is the same drug who’s key ingredient was mixed from the non-onions Duke stole earlier in the film, FOR Doug).
44) At one point Doug - who is dressed in a yellow radiation suit and makes drugs for a living - lets his client know that “Woolter and Jesse” have arrived.
And yes, they did that on purpose.
45) The entire subway chase sequence is really great, because it is based heavily on the idea of action = consequence. A ram is running at the door, he gets through and hits another ram. The train goes too fast into a turn, it tips over and Judy/Nick are up a creek. It all works very nicely
46) Honestly, I didn’t figure out Bellwether was the bad guy until just before it was revealed the first time I saw this.
47) Bellwether’s line about, “Fear ALWAYS works!” to keep the people in check should not be as relevant in 2017 as it is.
48) Okay, one thing I need to know: Bellwether is in jail, Mayor Lionheart is in jail, and Chief Bogo is still the police chief…SO WHO’S MAYOR NOW!?!?!?
49) I know this film was pretty much a buddy cop movie, but I would be totally fine with a buddy cop movie where Nick is actually a cop.
Lethal Weapon where Nick is Mel Gibson and Judy is…Danny Glover? Okay, that comparison doesn’t really work, but you get me!
50) And of course…
I honestly think Zootopia may be a perfectly written film, and that is not something I say lightly. I made it clear above how I find nothing in the film superfluous, which is an incredible feat I think. And they did it in a way that was never boring, with entertaining characters, an intriguing mystery, and a fun world. Zootopia may be my favorite Disney animated feature film, and it’s definitely my favorite of the “Modern Era” we’re in now (The Princess and the Frog - Present). Just a great, great, great film which deserved its Best Animated Picture win at the Oscars. A true treat all around.
Today (May 11) is Fresh Air’s 30th anniversary of being a daily, national program. That’s amazing. That also means Terry has been doing this longer than I’ve been alive.
Like a lot of people my age, my first memories of NPR were in the backseat of my parents’ car. It wasn’t long before I became a fan myself. The road trip from my hometown in Massachusetts to Philadelphia, where I went to college, was about 5 Fresh Air interviews long. I distinctly remember picking out interviews with Sacha Baron Cohen, Lisa Kudrow, Philip Seymour Hoffman, and Jack Black and loading them onto my pink iPod mini.
After I graduated and was miserable working in restaurants and retail, Terry’s interviews kept me sane. She kept me company during a time in my life when I felt lost and directionless. I remember Caitlin Moran, Lena Dunham, and Matt Weiner, to name a few.
I started at Fresh Air in May of 2013. I co-write the Fresh Air webpages on NPR.org with the lovely Bridget Bentz, run the social media, and handle the podcast.
In the spirit of our anniversary, I thought I’d mention a few of my favorite interviews since I’ve been here, behind-the-scenes.
John Waters: I have listened to this interview so many times, I practically have it memorized. I love how hard he makes Terry snort-laugh with gems like, “In Baltimore, if you’re hitchhiking, you’re a hooker that doesn’t have the Internet.”
Pastor Nadia Bolz-Weber: Some of my favorite interviews are ones where I’ve never heard of the guest before and then they totally blow me away. Pastor Nadia started a church for outsiders (junkies, drag queens, comedians) and has a really original and inclusive philosophy about faith.
Joaquin Phoenix: I have a special place in my heart for this interview, because the day it aired was the day I was introduced in the credits for the first time. This show was completely bonkers. He was unpredictable and bizarre, but we were all having so much fun listening in while the interview was taping.
Lynsey Addario: While working as a bad-ass photojournalist in a war zone, Addario was kidnapped with two of her journalist colleagues. She talks about that harrowing experience in this interview. It’s riveting. Plus, as a web producer, putting together a slideshow of her work was a real joy.
Michael K. Williams: Williams, known for playing Omar on The Wire, was a dream guest (open, funny, thoughtful) I love when he called Terry “T,” and talks about how the Rhythm Nation music video inspired him to pursue a career in the arts. His kindness radiates through the speakers.
I’m sure I’m forgetting tons of other favorites, but those are the ones that came to mind.
We’ve got plenty of exciting things coming down the pike. Thanks for listening, reading, following the show! We can’t wait to see what you pick as your favorite interviews with the hashtag #freshair30.
Baekhyun had gathered all of his members in the living room
first thing in the morning before anyone left for schedules. They had probably
all read the article by now but none of them mentioned it as he knocked on each
of their doors and asked them into the main room. He hadn’t exactly planned
what to say. Maybe he should have. Maybe he wouldn’t feel so nervous if he had
figured out how he wanted to explain this new part of his life to his brothers.
Still here he was, with eight faces staring up at him in
anticipation, about to tell them about the new people in his life that he would
happily take a bullet for.
They stop in Salina on
their way home from Eureka Springs. It’s still too far from the bunker to
bother picking up groceries. Ice cream would be a lost cause by the time they
got it into a freezer, but for the sheer sake of variety some of the big box stores
in Salina offers both novelty and a conveniently timed pit stop in the seven
hour drive home. The traumatic loss of and subsequent regaining of his memories
over the last couple of days has left Dean feeling a little too shaky to drive
Not to mention he really needs to get a new phone. It
sucks to keep borrowing Sam’s just to check in with Cas, who insisted on
regular updates once Dean had finally told him what had happened. Just in case
he suffered a relapse, or any other side effects of being both cursed and cured
by witchcraft in the span of twenty-four hours. If he can’t be home already,
replacing his phone feels like a good start. He hopes has hasn’t lost all the
pictures on his crushed phone, the ones he hasn’t had a chance to back up on
his laptop back at the bunker. He should really do that more often, he thinks.
Losing his memories has given him an entirely new perspective on things like
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You and Reggie were finally going on your weekend camping
trip, both 11 years old since your parents bailed on you guys when you were 10
for work differences and you both wanted both your families to go. You guys
finally planned it three weeks before summer was over and didn’t tell your
other friends since you both just wanted to be alone. Sadly Riley got sick and
Reggie’s mom stayed behind, so Reggie’s dad decided to bail on the trip as
well. Your parents decided to finally take you guys after plenty of begging
from both you and Reggie. Although they rented a cabin, you and Reg wanted to
really experience the woods, so you both decided to get a tent.
It was 4:30 pm on a Friday.
“(Y/N/N) hurry up!” Reggie yelled from the bottom of the
stairs climbing up to hurry you up, as you grabbed your camping luggage.
“I’m going Reg!” You yelled back opening the door to your room,
as Reg was about to knock and he grabbed your bag.
“Why’d you take so long?” Reggie questioned you as you both
started to go down the stairs.
“I made my parents buy me “camping” clothes” you answered making
quote signals with your fingers “But I just really wanted new flannels and
shorts” you added on and Reggie chuckled as you made your way out the door.
Your dad put the bags in the trunk of truck, and you and
Reggie climbed to the backseats.
The whole ride to the cabin, you and Reg played road trip
games and your dad would tell jokes to make you and Reggie laugh. Your mom
would say snippets of stories of when you were younger. As that died down
Reggie got out his iPod and you shared headphones jamming to music until you
reached your destination.
couldn’t help but wonder what happened to these parents, to that bond, when did
It was now 7:00pm
You and Reggie had just knocked out a few minutes before, so
you didn’t even realize when your mom moved you into the bed in the cabin while
your father carried Reggie into the same bed.
You were still a bit conscious you heard your dad speak
“Remember when they were lighter” and you lightly smiled, as your mother
chuckled and you went into a deep sleep.
The next day.
“(Y/N/N), Reggie, wake up” You mom called as she opened the
curtains so the sun could shine through the windows.
“Aww they look adorable” you heard your mom say to your father
as they walked out to the kitchen. You opened your eyes with your arms wrapped
around the young and sleepy Reggie and you smiled at how he looked like.
You sat up and spread your arms and shook Reggie “Hey
Reginald! Reggie! Reg! Mantle! Mantle The Magnificent!” You laughed as you
yelled and jumped on the bed to wake Reggie up.
“I’m up. I’m up” He finally spoke making fists with his hands
rubbing them against his eyes as he yawned and you walked to the restroom to
brush your teeth.
for enjoying the woods you thought to yourself and you grabbed your
toothbrush let it rest under the water for a few seconds before you put on the
“So much for enjoying the woods, were living like a luxurious
lumberjack” Reggie stated as he did the same to brush his teeth and you turned
to him with wide eyes.
“What?! What’d I say?” He questioned you.
“You just… You literally just read my thoughts! My thoughts
Reginald! I just said that to myself.” You exclaimed at Reggie with toothpaste
trying to escape your mouth.
pretty, and careless to the fact she looked like a madman with toothpaste in
her mouth Reggie thought not knowing he was staring at you for too long.
“Earth to Reg” you called out motioning your hands in front of
his face and he blinked.
“Eh… Uh…” He coughed finishing up brushing his teeth and you grabbed
a towel to clean your face “sorry” he added on.
You motioned him to leave the restroom and he stared at you
“Well I gotta pee, are you gonna stand there or what?” You
retorted sassily at him.
“Well what if I gotta pee?” He asked matching your sarcastic
“You’re a dude, dude, go to the trees” You scoffed and he just
chuckled out the restroom and closed the door for you.
The day went on, you guys hung out by the lake, swimming close
to the grass as your mom got a tan and your dad was cooking on the grill.
After eating and your parents making you wait to get in the
water, you and Reg hung out by the edge of the dock with your feet dangling in
Your parents were hanging out in the cabin, checking on you
guys every now and then through the window.
“Reg?” you spoke up as he turned to face you.
“Yeah (Y/N)?” He replied.
“We’re almost 12, we have more friends” Reg stared at you
tentatively “Promise me we’ll always be friends” you put out your hand with
your pinky out as he hugged your pinky with his and promised “Till infinity and
You both smiled as Reggie came closer and gave you a peck on
your cheeks and you both blushed.
Later your dad announced you can jump in the water, so you and
Reggie stood up grabbed each other by the hand and jumped in.
You and Reggie splashed the water on each other, and enjoyed
the lake as your parents joined you both in the water.
At night your dad started a fire, and you all enjoyed s’mores
and running around catching fireflies.
As you were becoming sleepy your mom motioned to you and
Reggie that they had built the tent for your last night in the woods. You both
ran in to see your sleeping bags and a lantern and spoke in sync “WHOA! COOL!”
as you and Reggie fell into a sugar crash.
The next day as you were packing your things to go, you and
Reg went on a walk near the cabin to finish soaking in the woods when he broke
“You know, Riley wasn’t really sick” He looked at you with
sadness in his eyes “My parents just didn’t care, and didn’t want to come.”
You grabbed his hand “Well I care, and I will always be here”
Until you reached a tree and Reggie carved your initials in a
heart on the trunk.
were so deep into the flashback you didn’t even notice Reggie started walking
away to your house.
A/N: Fluffer-nutter. That’s a cookie, right? Anyway, point is that this is so fluffy and cute that it’s going to warm your romantic heart and make you smile like a delicious cookie would.
You were searching through your wardrobe for your favorite gray sweater when you heard your laptop ring. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Chris’ FaceTime call and walked over to pick up before returning to the closet. It’d been weeks since you last saw it and you had no idea where you put it. You didn’t even want to wear it, you were just the kind of person who couldn’t let things go until you had a resolution. You blamed your mom for that trait because she was the same; the amount of times she’d turned the house upside down for an item she suddenly thought of but had no use for was insane.
“Morning, ba-” He stopped when he realized he couldn’t see you. “Where are you?” He chuckled and you poked your head out, giving him a wave before returning to your search. “Oh hey,” he smiled. “What are you looking for?” He laughed when he saw something fly out of the closet and land on the floor.
“My gray sweater,” you told him and Chris pressed his lips together, glancing over his shoulder at said sweater which was lying on his hotel room bed. “I don’t know where I put it and I’m trying to find it. It’s weird, it’s been weeks since I last saw it.” You decided to put a pause on the search so you could talk to Chris; you walked over to your laptop and plopped yourself on the bed in front of it. “I think the last time I wore it was at brunch with you before you left for LA, right?”
“Ooo…” His fingers played with his lips as he tried to think. “Um.” He pursed his lips, looking up at the ceiling as he continued to ponder. “I don’t know, I don’t really remember.” Your eyes narrowed at his strange behavior, but you said nothing. “Why do you need it? You’ve got a billion other sweaters in your wardrobe, just wear one of those.”
“I like my gray one.”
“I know,” he smiled, “it’s your favorite.”
It was because it was your favorite that Chris took it. He’d been out in LA for a few weeks now, and soon he’d have to leave for Vancouver to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’. He didn’t know when he would see you next which was why he took- a few was an understatement- of your favorite items with him when he saw you last. Items included: your gray sweater, your favorite baseball cap, your most used perfume, your red knit scarf, your iPod with your favorite albums, your cat plush cushion, your mini Polaroid photo album, and your copy of your favorite book. He took all that among other things; some you knew about and some you didn’t- like your gray sweater. He probably should’ve told you he was taking it to save you the trouble of looking, but he wasn’t going to now that you’d already search half the house. He thought about it, then decided to shoot you a text later so he didn’t have to face your wrath over FaceTime.
“It’s fine, I’ll find it later.” You said and Chris huffed with relief. “Let’s talk about you, how’s things in LA? You and Mckenna look like you’re having a lot of fun.” You said, then smiled when you saw him smile at the sound of Mckenna’s name; he loved the kid as much as he loved his own niece. “I see you finally decided to show off your amazing tap skills to the world.”
“Yeah,” he couldn’t help his grin, “I just couldn’t say no to the kid.” He chuckled and you did the same, shaking your head. “Just so you know, you are definitely going to be playing bad cop when we have our own kids. I can assure you right now that our little one is going to have me wrapped around his or her finger,” he told you, laughing.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” you bit playfully. “And I’m sorry, our little one?” You quizzed and he nodded. “As in singular?” He nodded again and you narrowed your eyes with a confused smile on your face, “I thought you’ve always wanted a big family.”
“Yeah, I do,” he nodded, biting back his growing smile. “But I don’t know, I don’t want to scare you away considering I haven’t even put a ring on your finger yet.” You laughed like it was even a possibility you’d run from someone as perfect as Chris. “I know you’re not really a kid person, so- I thought I’d start slow by talking about having just one kid and see what your reaction is. So far,” he winked with a click of his tongue, “so good.”
“I already told you I’d have kids for you, Chris,” you reminded him and he nodded. “Not an unreasonable amount, but I’m more than happy to have a big family with you.” You said and he smiled. “You’re going to be an amazing dad, I can’t deprive you or any child from that. Plus- it’ll be different when the child’s mine,” you said then winced as you added, “I think.”
“It will,” he chuckled, nodding. “Don’t you worry.”
“I won’t, because you haven’t put a ring on my finger yet,” you held up your left hand and wiggled your ring finger at him; he chuckled in response. “I’m still young, but you’re not getting any younger. If you want kids, marry me, because we’re not having a child out of wedlock.”
“I know,” he chuckled. “Relax, okay? I’m working on it.”
“Tick tock, Chris,” you teased, tapping your watch-less wrist.
He dropped his gaze, laughing, which lowered his head enough to give you a view of his bed. Your eyes narrowed when you spotted your sweater lying on his bed. You scoffed, shaking your head in utter disbelief. You were very sure it was your sweater; you could recognize that gray heap anywhere considering it was your favorite gray heap. You crossed your arms over your chest as Chris looked up to meet your gaze. You shook your head at him with pursed lips and he raised an eyebrow at you. It was only when your eyes darted behind him that he realized you’d found out where your favorite gray sweater was.
“I see you found my favorite sweater,” you said and he winced. “Seriously?” You chuckled at his expression. “Are you kidding me? You took that too?” He nodded with pursed lips. “Chris! Why don’t you just pack me in your fucking luggage?”
“Believe me,” he laughed, “I would if I could.” You laughed harder at that because you knew that was one hundred percent true. “I’m sorry, I just- I need your things to make myself feel more at home.” You rolled your eyes. “You know we wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just left some of your things in the LA home, but no- you had to move it all to Boston.”
“You told me to!” You protested, laughing; Chris cracked a smile. “You’re the one who told me to move everything to Boston because you said and I quote, 'Boston’s going to be our home base when we get married. LA’s just a work space, so don’t worry about leaving your things here.’ You said that, did you not?”
“I did,” he answered monotonously.
“And now it’s my fault my things aren’t there?”
“Yes,” he nodded and you scoffed, chuckling. “It’s fine, I’ll just steal whatever I need.” He leaned back in his chair to reach for your sweater and pulled it off the bed in one swift movement, pressing it to his nose as he turned back to you. “Yup, it smells like you. Like if you were standing right in front of me,” he mumbled, breathing the perfume he’d spray on the soft material in.
“You could’ve had the same effect by spraying my perfume around the room, or on one of your own shirts, or your skin. I don’t see why you had to steal my sweater, and my favorite one too.” He just grinned cheekily, making you roll your eyes. “Oh my God,” you chuckled, “you’re such a dork.”
“That’s why you love me,” he kissed the air in front of him.
“Well, I’m glad I took this then.” You got off the bed to pick up Chris’ NASA hat that you’d taken out of his backpack before he left for the airport. He made his jaw drop as he tried not to smile; he’d saw you take it out of his bag and didn’t stop you because he wanted you to have it while he was gone. “Among other things, but hey, I won’t tell you what they are so you can spend weeks looking for said items.” You teased as you tugged the hat off, grinning the same cheeky grin. “Let’s see how you like it, Captain.”
“Well you know me, baby,” he winked. “I love games.”
Prompt requested by Anon: Could you
do a Liam’s imagine, where instead Stiles being taken by ghosts riders is the
reader and everyone forgets her, and Liam start to feel that something/someone
missing in his life (she’s his gf) and when he finally can remember her the
pack’s going to save her and the reader and Liam have a beautiful moment and
she says him that she knew he would remember her and come will come to save her
and he says her that he’s always remember her o something like that? and a
fluff end :)
The end of a floral scarf hung off the shelf of
Liam’s locker as he opened it. His eyebrows pulled together in confusion,
wondering whose scarf that belonged to and what it was doing in his locker. He
pulled it out and wrapped it loosely around his hand and pulled it to his nose,
inhaling deeply to catch a scent. It had a hint of perfume, but he didn’t
“Nice scarf,” Mason spoke up as he
walked up to his best friend with Corey and Hayden. “Not exactly your color
Liam rolled his eyes at Mason before looking at
Hayden. He offered her the scarf, “did you leave this in my locker?”
Hayden shook her head. “That’s not mine
and truthfully, pink and flowers aren’t my thing.”
Liam looked down at the scarf as he pulled it
away from Hayden. “If it’s not yours, then whose is it?”
“Lydia? Maybe Kira?” Corey offered.
Liam shook his head, knowing it didn’t belong to either of them.
“Ooooooor maybe it was a girl who likes
you!” Mason said enthusiastically. “Maybe she somehow got your locker
combination and left it there for you to smell and sniff her out. You know like
an adorable puppy finding their owner after playing hide and seek,” Mason
rambled, earning a snort from Corey and a giggle from Hayden.
Liam’s eyes furrowed, narrowing his eyes at his
best friend. “Where the hell do you come up with these ideas?”
“What?” Mason gave him a ‘bro,
seriously?’ look as if his theory wasn’t stupid and was in fact a real
hypothesis. “Everyone in school knows about you since you wolfed out in
front of everyone at the lacrosse game last year. It shouldn’t be surprising if
that’s why a girl left it there.” He said in a matter of fact tone.
Liam tossed the scarf back in his locker and
gave it a second look. Something about the scarf told him he should hold on to
it. His eyes flickered to the inside of the locker door. There were four
magnets aligned in a perfect rectangle shape, as if it was holding up the
corners of a picture. Except, there wasn’t a picture. It was just his locker.
His eyes scanned the door, almost trying to figure out what’s missing.
He pushed the thought back and snapped back to
reality. He closed his locker and shook his head at his best friend,
remembering his previous statement. “Sometimes I really question what goes
through your head, Mason."
"Hey!” Mason said defensively,
“I think it’s adorable,” Corey smiled
as they walked to their next class together, biology.
“Are you going to find out who the scarf
belongs to?” Hayden asked Liam.
Liam shrugged his shoulder. “Nah, I got other things to worry
about. I got a big game Friday night.” Liam sat down in his seat and
pulled out the things he needed for biology.
Peter handed the cashier the money that he owed for the miscellaneous items Aunt May needed for her lunch tomorrow. Nodding his head as a goodnight, he plugged in his headphones and headed out of the 24 hour grocery store. Glancing down at his phone, he winced at the time. It was getting close to midnight, no doubt Aunt May would either be sleeping or staying up to scold him for being out so late.
He couldn’t help it. He had gotten distracted by the news on the television store he had passed along the way. The city was divided on Spider-Man and Peter got a little too invested in what they were saying. And then he had found some perfectly good CD players and old camcorders that were tossed in the dumpster by the electronics store. To be completely honest, it was a wonder that Peter had even made it to the grocery store at all. He was easily distracted and always seemed to veer off course unless it was extremely important.
He was halfway home when he noticed a girl sitting on the front steps of a house that was blaring with awful music and strobe lights bright enough to cause him to have a seizure. Slowing down his pace, he shifted the bags in his hands and pulled out one of the headphones.
The girl’s head snapped up, her eyes widening and then relaxing that it was just a kid and not some crazy looking stranger. Pulling her knees further to her chest, she gave a small smile and nodded. “Me? Yes. I’m okay.”
Peter wasn’t convinced, looking at her clearer, he recognized her from his computer class. Flickering a look towards the house, he rose a brow. “Shouldn’t you be inside?”
Shrugging, she sighed. “I suppose.” Looking behind her, she frowned. She could see her friends dancing and having fun from behind the windows. Turning back around, she mumbled. “I’m just not feeling it tonight.” Shoving her hands in her jacket pockets, she looked up at Peter. “I’m waiting on my friends to finish having fun.”
“They don’t sound like good friends if you’re out here all by yourself….” Peter stated. Again he shifted the bags in his hands.
“Oh! No, they’re great! I love my friends,” she defended, frowning, she ran a hand through her hair as she tried to figure out how to say what she wanted to say without sounding mean. “They just….sometimes…they can be a little overbearing. They definitely mean well! I’ve been cramming for the past two weeks for finals and I’m not always up for parties, you know? And they begged me to come out tonight and I-”
“-gave into peer pressure? It’s okay. I understand.” Peter assured even though he honestly had no idea what it felt like to be pressured into a party he didn’t want to go to. In fact, he wasn’t sure if he had ever been invited to any of the parties that had been popping up for the past few months. Not that he minded, he had important business to take care of most nights but before he became Spider-Man, he may have been a little upset.
She frowned but eventually nodded. “Yeah, I suppose I did give into peer pressure.” Sighing, she bit her lip. “I really mean it though, they do mean well. If I asked them to leave, they would but I don’t want to ruin their fun because I’m not having fun.”
Peter gave her a smile, he hadn’t really spent a lot of time admiring her like he did with Liz but he knew that she was one of the sweetest girls in his school. Placing the bags in his opposite hand, he stuck the other for her to shake. “I’m Peter, by the way.”
“I know.” She smiled, taking his hand anyway. “You’re in my computer class,” she giggled at his expression. “You aren’t invisible, Peter.”
“Yeah, I, um, I, didn’t, I figured you didn’t know me. Most people ignore that I exist, so….” Trailing off, he tilted his head and did a little spin before adding, “I know who you are too.” He mumbled her name and went red at her tired, glistening eyes and smile.
[Y/N] didn’t know much about Peter other than he was one hell of a smart kid but she had a feeling that there was a lot more to him that his slightly adorable looks. The more time she sat on the curb listening to him mumble and avoid her eye contact, the more she realized just how cute he was. Shaking her head, she chuckled. “I would never just ignore someone’s existence, everyone has a purpose whether it be good or bad.”
Peter just smiled, nodding. A silence fell over the two for a moment before Peter had an idea. “Well, listen, uh, um, I could, you know, maybe, if you wanted.” Closing his mouth, he internally called himself in an idiot for sounding like one. “I could walk you home, if you want.” He flickered a look towards the party that didn’t seem to anywhere near close to being done. “Seems like they might be in there for awhile.”
She turned her head too, glancing at her friends drinking it up. Sighing, she stood up. [Y/N] smiled lightly, “You know what, yeah.” Pulling out her phone, she sent her friends a group text saying that she was headed home and a thank you for inviting her out. Putting into her pocket, she looked up at Peter’s dumbfounded face. “What?”
“N-nothing! I, uh, didn’t think you’d-”
“-Peter,” she firmly said, walking towards him, she pulled a bag from his hand and held it in her own, “You made an offer to walk me home, anywhere sounds better than here.”
“Right.” He spoke softly, smiling, he bit his lip. “Where to, which direction?” Aunt May would understand if he was just a few more minutes late.
[Y/N] tilted her head, a smirk on her lips. “Are you sure that you don’t do the pretending of people’s existence?”
She started walking, causing Peter to stumble after her. She chuckled, “We live in the same apartment complex, Parker.” She flickered a look, “I’m pretty sure everyday we sit across from each other on the train.” Sighing, she smirked again. “Although, you’re pretty invested in your iPod most mornings so it doesn’t offend me that you didn’t know that part but come on, we’ve bumped into each other on the elevator, I’m sure.”
Peter recalled a few moments where he did remember her being in his complex. “Oh, wow. I, I’m sorry. I never pay attention. I’ll be sure to not pretend you don’t exist.” He flickered her a smile.
“Good!” She giggled. “Because I won’t be forgiving next time now that we’ve made our acquaintances.”
So, I was so inspired by SNL and soldier Harry that I have written something along those lines. I have so much planned and I’m finally writing again!
I hope you like this one! —
“Are you sure?” She asked me again.
"Am I sure about what?“ I asked packing my bag and finalizing the checklist.
"Sure that you want to meet him. Sure that he is safe and not some creep!” Her doubts coming to the front.
"He is not a creep, Ashley! He is in the army and we have both Skyped him, remember?“ I laughed.
"Yeah, 6 months ago though! And once! And you only talked to him so many times and only have corresponded through letters and…"
"Babe, he is the army. And we have corresponded as closely as we have been able to, whenever he is around, right?” I assured her.
“Are you sure you want to spend the day and well, the night with him? I mean, we are here on a holiday and you’re here with me and that’s what your parents know! If you happen to die or something, what will I tell them! That we lied to them and you went to meet your boyfriend, who you are meeting for the first time in a year!” This did sound crazy.
“I have talked to him for two years now! And we started dating only 9 months ago. We haven’t been able to meet because we never were in the same place, you know that. When he was in town, I wasn’t and he only comes home for a bit. He is on an off for three days for me and I can’t believe my luck that our parents agreed to send us here. I am so ready to meet this guy. I have loved him for a long time and even though our relationship isn’t conventional enough and questionable, I really don’t care at the moment,” I told her. “Do I make sense?”
“Yeah, you do. Okay! Alright…go. But, you’re texting me your location all the time. I will be right here. Have a relaxing day, and keep a track of your texts, okay?” She hugged me.
“I promise! Okay, wish me luck!”
I sat on one of the benches in the park. I was early, 30 minutes to be exact, but that’s just because I didn’t want to be late. I was in my best dress, the one I thought I looked nice in at least. It was not too dressy, but not too casual. I was so nervous. In two years, we were meeting for the first time. Taking our friendship to a relationship was a big risk, but we figured that, I wasn’t falling for anybody else and he didn’t have any other interests except me, so we just fell. It wasn’t strictly planned or asked, it was just said.
I remember how my friend got me his contact from her boyfriend. I had been cribbing about being lonely forever and, she just proposed this to me. I, intially found it absurd, but having no interest in the guys around me, planned to give this a try. It panned out nicely. I don’t think either of us took it too seriously in the beginning. We were just corresponding through hand written letters. But, slowly as the letters increased to topics we both couldn’t stay away from, and the months passed, it suddenly just happened. Then came the first call, then skype, exchanging actual photographs of ourselves to talking on call, and taking a deep breath when we heard each other’s voice. It was surreal, but also so real. We actually had real conversations through our letters. Not conversations like my friends had about going to gyms or sex, or booty calls or sex, it was so much more. Yes, there were a couple about sex, but they came a lot letter, where I knew I was getting frustrated for sure.
I looked at my phone, switching on the front camera, to check the little makeup I had applied was still there. I tried to play around with my hair, but they were a little long now, and since I never had hair this long, I was not used to experimenting. So, I just left them open, and fixed my dress. I had fifteen minutes left, and I shifted on my seat, keeping my bag close, and fixing my heels, looking around an almost empty park. In our last call, last night, he texted me the location of where to meet since, he knew this place better. It was so strange, we had each other’s number, but we didn’t text last night. He had his phone for three days before he had to submit it back, three days with me.
I was so nervous. I played a song on my IPod, but shut it back down, since I couldn’t get myself to concentrate. What if he doesn’t come? What if he us a bad guy wanting to kidnap me? No. That’s not possible, okay.
I texted Ashley, about how nervous I was, and went through my mails, since I had work to respond to, and it was a good distraction as well.
"Jade?“ I heard his voice, and I stopped typing. I slowly looked up to the man standing next to my bench. I literally, scanned him. From his boots, to his brown checked pants, to the white shirt, unbuttoned a couple from the top, his tattoos peaking through his shirt. His hand, held his coat jacket. He dressed up for me, with a bouquet of white roses, my favorite in his other hand. My eyes traced up, to his full lips, lips I had dreamt of kissing again and again, his lips smiling to show a dimple on his cheek, to his eyes, sparkling green, staring at me in question, a little frown coming up, since I was not responding.
"I am Jade,” I nodded, sitting up straight, and keeping my phone inside my wallet.
“Am I late?” His voice sounded so much more delicious in person. His accent more prominent than it sounded on call. “I swore I was early,” he said.
"No, no I am just really early,“ I stood up, standing right in front of him, as his eyes did the same thing to me and I did to him. I noticed how I was shorter than him, trying to remember this height. Our eyes met again, after we had imprinted each other in our brains, and he smiled so wide, and bright.
"That’s good, then,” We couldn’t say a lot. I was a chatterbox, he still remained quiet. But, somehow the Skype sessions didn’t prepare me for this interaction. “I, I…umm, I got you this,” he said, giving me the bunch of flowers.
I took it from him, as gracefully as I could. Trying not to embarrass myself, and I thanked him for it. “You’re way beautiful in person than I could ever imagine.”
"Ditto,“ He smiled. "Is that your bag? Let me take it,” he picked it up from the bench and started walking towards the exit of the park with me. “So, umm, like I told you, my aunt has an apartment in this town,"
"Which she doesn’t use,” I said, remembering our conversation.
“Yes, she doesn’t live in town. I got it all ready for us, so umm, we could keep your bag there, and go around town?” He asked.
"You talk way slower in person, than your calls,“ I said, looking at him. He was so beautiful. He stopped, a frown coming up, "That’s good though, I talk really fast," I laughed.
"You do, it balances out, I guess. I like you laughing,” He said and I blushed. “I think we have a lot of firsts to get through today."
"Yeah, that is true. I have a habit of saying things on my mind though, I am trying to control it, and am getting better, but it’s pretty instinctive,” I said, realizing it was the exact thing I was doing.
“You write what you exactly think as well,” He smirked.
“Are you teasing me?” I giggled.
“Me? No,” He hand my bang on his shoulder, as he took my hand to cross the road. I swear, I felt a spark and we both stopped at the foot path. Our first touch. I tightened my hold around his fingers, and he did the same, looking at me, and then we crossed the road.
Not letting go of our hands, he explained how the house was right next to the park, in the lane we were walking towards. “Harry?” I asked, stopping a bit.
“I like you saying my name in person,” he said. “What happened?"
"Nothing, I wanted to say your name in person."
"Jade,” He smiled. “Here we are,” we stopped in front of a small house, and climbed up the stairs. He kept my bag down, and still didn’t let go of my hand, which made me feel so warm. He opened the door of the house and picked up my bag, as we walked in.
“Wow, it’s a beautiful house,” I remarked, as I saw the beautifully furnished apartment.
“Thank you, my aunt is a home designer. She uses this one as a show piece."
"You sure we can stay here?” I asked, not wanting to touch anything in this place.
“Yeah, don’t worry. I took permission and everything!” He laughed. He led me inside the house as I saw his muscles flex. It was so weird. When you are with a person you don’t notice the little intricacies of the person and, with him I was trying to remember everything and ingrain it.
“I’m going to keep your bag here,” He kept it on a desk. “Do you need anything from it?” I nodded, finally letting go of his hand, noticing we both sighed and then taking out my wallet. “Do you want water?” He asked. I nodded and he went into the kitchen. I quickly texted my location to Ashley, and followed him inside. “There you go,” He handed it to me. “I have food planned. Preparations are made, and we’ll have dinner at home,” He said, looking proud.
“I’d hope so. You do boast a lot about your cooking,” I teased.
“Soon enough, you’ll know why!” I kept the glass in the sink. “Do you want to rest for a bit, or want to go out?”
“Whatever you like,” I shrugged.
“Let’s go to the beach?” I nodded and we walked out. He took my hand again, and we walked out the back door. “This is the ideal house,” I laughed. For a while we didn’t talk just taking each other in, I guess. “I can’t believe, I’m here with you,” I said after a while. “I’m sorry, I can’t stay silent for a long time and I just want to hear your voice,” I said.
He laughed, “and hear you laugh. Hear you shout, scream, get angry, scold, tease, there’s so much to do, and we don’t have time!"
"Well, I am glad we don’t have that wall to break. I kind of knew you’ll take care of the communication gap. We can take off our shoes here.”
"What if someone steals em?“ I asked.
"No one would, really, it’s safe.” I stepped on the sand, feeling it in my toes, "I like sand,“ I told him. "When I was young, we had a backyard where my grandma just left this part of the land to play with mud and sand, always saying it gives you character. I loved it! I talk a lot don’t I? Tell me when you get annoyed?” I asked, shying away.
“I don’t think that’ll happen, Jade. I have waited so long to just hear you talk.” He took my hand, again as we walked towards the water. “I love the beach. There is something really calming about it. Want to sit?” I did at once. “I thought, you’ll crib about getting your dress dirty,” He laughed. I just looked at him, “you aren’t really like anyone else, are you?” He said, putting my flick back behind my ear. I put my cheek in his palm, quite instinctually.
“I like your suit."
We spent the afternoon chatting. Somehow I didn’t have to think of topics. They just came up and we took it from there. It felt nice to know that, he was the same in person to the guy I was talking to for so long. In the couple of hours, all our boundaries of not knowing each other just fell apart, quite like the Sand we were surrounded in and, we sat close to each other. His fingers playing with my hair, mine playing with his fingers. “Are you hungry?” He asked after a while.
“Hmm, where are we eating?” I asked.
“C'mon, get up. We have to walk a bit. There is this nice seafood restaurant here.” He knew the things I was allergic to, like shrimps, and how much I loved prawn. He ordered wine, which I knew was his favorite.
“Oh! I got something for you!” I remembered. “I opened y wallet and took out the little piece. It was a ring. I knew he liked wearing them, whenever he could.
"Hey! Where did you find this from?” He asked, shocked.
“Is it similar to the one you had?” I asked.
“Yeah! It’s so similar. Thank you, Jade,” He looked at me with a look of such adoration in his eyes, I swore, I was all puddle inside. We ate food, talking about his childhood and mine, and so much more which just added to one another.
“I am paying,” I told him, as he called for our checks. His thumb was brushing my collarbone, “you’re making me dizzy,” I told him.
“Really?” He smiled. “We are splitting, come here,” He said trying to take the bill from me.
“No! You are making dinner, and I want to spend on you."
"Why can’t we split. C'mon, let’s split. We ordered a bottle, listen to me!” He said, and I couldn’t help rejoice the tone.
“Are we having our first argument, Mr. Styles?” I asked, cheekily.
“In person, yes.” He said, distracted by my smile.
“I’ve paid though,” I said, shrugging. He frowned, leaning back.
“Not fair, Jade,” he huffed, I came forward, showcasing my chest as his eyes shifted, and kissed his cheek, slowly, relishing this moment.
“Deal with it, Mr. Styles,” I whispered in his ears. His hands climbed up and held my hair in a fist, pulling my face, directly in front of him. His eyes shifted to my lips, as I gulped.
"Your bill, Ma'am,“ The waiter called and, we sat up.
Hi guys, this is Admin J, the sole admin of EXO CHART RECORDS. I thought it would be fun to share my EXO’rDIUM experience from Manila, Philippines.
It was a 2-Day concert, for Day 1 I was seated in the Upper Box section, had a nice view of EXO and got to enjoy the performances as a whole, everything went smoothly and my heart was captured by EXO from start to finish.
Now let’s talk about Day 2, because this is 100% the most unique concert experience I have ever had in my life.
I lined up at 3PM, entered around 4PM and the concert started at 5:15 PM. The concert ended around 8:45, it lasted 3.5 hours.
I was in VIP Section, Floor B, Standing (AKA the pit - right side). So I was standing for 6 hours straight, but it was worth it.
Lay was not present during the shows in Manila. The political climate between China & The Philippines is still complicated and he has endorsements, contracts, etc. I understand his situation, I’ve seen EXO 5 times without Lay, so hopefully, one day, I hope to see you on stage with your brothers soon Zhang Yixing. <3
I was extremely close to the stage, only 2 people were in front of me, which I was totally satisfied with, considering I’m very tall and broad, so no problem.
2 people fainted, 1 Filipino girl & 1 Chinese girl, I need to applaud my fellow Filipinos for handling the crisis with compassion, holding up the girl, calling for bouncers quickly and feeding her water. That’s why, if you are planning to watch inside the pit, DRINK UP AND STAY HYDRATED, very important!
Concert started and boom, they push.
See this is where I don’t play, I like to consider myself a gentleman, so I’m not going to push this tiny girl in front of me just to get closer. Good thing I’m strong because those in the back are not going to push me out.
FANSITE MASTERS EVERYWHERE. At one point during the concert, there was a huge camera lens to my left shoulder, a huge lens to my right shoulder, and another lens right in front of me. They were so close, I could hear the rapid sniping of their cameras, photo after photo.
I need to make a pause here and kinda highlight my experience with these fansites. Disclaimer: If you like fansite photos (because I do as well) that’s okay, if you don’t like them, that’s okay too. It’s up to you to decide if you like them or not.
MY EXPERIENCE however, was both Good & Bad, let me start with the bad first. The fansite girl to my LEFT, was… for the lack of a better word, a complete beast. She was pushing me so hard to get closer that I would have fallen, but NO, SORRY GIRL, you were NOT going to ruin this night for me. I pushed her back so hard, she tumbled back and looked at me, and I gave her the biggest death glare of my life. The people around beside me saw us and if you search on twitter, MANY Filipino fans had less than stellar experiences with these girls. Listen, as a man, I’m not going to put my hands on a woman, but you aren’t going to elbow your way to the front and you will NOT DISRESPECT ANYONE to get there.
My advice when dealing with them is, if you can, stand your ground. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a guy and I’m tall that she didn’t try and come for me, because I’ve read experiences online of them pulling on the hair of female fans. If you feel threatened, call the bouncer right away and have them escorted out because these cameras are not permitted. Don’t allow them to touch your personal property (your camera, phone or lightstick), some will try to push your hands, grab your phone, do anything to get a nice shot. Don’t allow them, try and get the bouncer’s attention.
I’m not the type to retaliate, God tells us to never take revenge and to leave it to the Lord. So around 15 minutes later, a bouncer parts our section like the red sea, grabs her around the waist and hauls her OUT of the pit! I’m happy that happened during around the start of the concert, because everything after that was amazing!
My Good experience with a fansite, was a shorter girl who was pretty nice! She had a fellow fansite girl with her and they weren’t being disrespectful or rude. She was talking to me, but I couldn’t understand her, sorry bes. :( But at one point, she thought I was leaving or something, and lightly grabbed me to stay and I think she wanted me to hide her cause I’m tall and I was like “lol ok”. When she wasn’t taking photos, there was a short fan beside her trying to film EXO on stage, but her arms couldn’t really reach EXO since they were on the extended stage; so the fansite girl took her phone and started filming EXO for her since she had longer arms, it was cute. She gave it back and then left, but grabbed me to get into her spot, and I ended up even nearer to EXO.
Overall, I’m happy my experience with these fansite girls was both positive and negative. It showed me two different sides. My guardian who was waiting outside saw a girl leaving a decoy camera lens before entering the arena but her real lens was strapped to her leg, underneath a long skirt. (She saw it when the girl ran). And then AS SOON as the concert ended, all the Korean fansites RAN LIKE WILD, they were probably the first ones to leave. On Day 1, my guardian saw 5 girls, caught, having to leave their lenses before entering. She couldn’t believe it.
OK! So, back to EXO! I will highlight each member.
Suho: Leader Kim! He gave THE most fan service. He’s so grateful, it didn’t matter whether it was a ballad, a dance track, an acoustic session, or whatever, the guy is always waving to the fans. His English is incredibly thoughtful and cute. Please support our leader, he’s someone to be cherished.
Xiumin: SEXY. When ‘White Noise’ came on and he was elevated right in front of my face. Winding down, and body rolling, and everything was EXTRA. Extra face, extra body, extra everything. That’s a man, yet, also a child because 3.6.5 would come on and if you were next to me, you would think that was my favorite song with Xiumin jumping in my face. I haven’t played that song on my iPod in 2 years and I KNEW ALL THE DAMN WORDS.
Chen: FAN SERVICE KING. I know he saw me, we had a connection, I’m currently in his mind as of this moment. But seriously, he was such a performer! Everyone I know thought he was the most handsome that night. His arms too. And his voice, the vocals were on point. It’s such an experience to watch him hit those high notes up close.
Chanyeol: TOBEN HAIR, is a Q-T-PA-2-T, is a real life human puppy. But suddenly transforms and slays the electric guitar while eye body slamming me. His guitar skills were SO GOOD! What a multi-talented king. Last January 2016, for EXO’luXion, he was serving sex with arms that could choke and straight hair. This time, he was too cute, all cuddly and his tummy was FLUFFY, I LOVED IT. His shirt would raise and I would see glory, I’m happy you enjoyed the lechon babe.
Baekhyun: When EXO first appeared, the first person I saw was Baekhyun, and I immediately thought “Shet, the pit is worth it, I see the eyeliner, I see heaven”. There was a fan who got hurt on the middle side of our section, and Baekhyun was staring at the scene the whole time. He was concerned, you could see it in his face. I think a Korean fansite was escorted out after that. His vocals were perfect, not a single imperfection, and he’s an amazing dancer. He really is.
D.O.: I feel like I saw D.O. the most, I probably made the most eye contact with him. He looks like and felt like a man you could bring home and everyone would love him. He had a really beautiful aura around him. He was so beautiful in person, sang like an angel and he also looked so manly in person, all I saw was TopD.O. I’ve converted.
Kai: Absolutely… I need to take my time, because words cannot describe how this human being exists. Photos, Videos, do not do Kai justice, NO JUSTICE AT ALL. His body moves and curves in all the right places, I was stunned, truly the Dancing King. The stairs were right in front of me, so when he came down after performing, I saw his face up close, and God, he’s so handsome.
Sehun: My Pyak Pyak. TT_TT My UB, oh how perfect you were last night. You danced like an angel and I heard your wonderful voice. You had the tiniest waist, the longest limbs and the cutest smile. During ‘Run’, you would jump and I would see your tummy and UGH you killed me. I honestly didn’t care I was probably the only fanboy in my area screaming your name, an Introvert who starts using his voice when you appear.
Lay: He wasn’t there, but he wasn’t forgotten. Lots of EXO-Ls still had their Lay banners, headbands, and screams would become even LOUDER when his face would appear in the screen. Trust and believe, I will see you one day!
My EXO’rDIUM experience is something I will always remember and cherish. EXO sang ‘Hawak Kamay’ again, Queen’s ‘We Will Rock You’ was suddenly included in the setlist, Baekhyun’s PHIXO made another cameo, Kai did some kind of Chicken themed rain dance, which inspired me to order Jollibee for today’s lunch, thanks KimKai, and the Philippines will always love EXO. The loyalty of a Filipino fan will always be with you. I know you guys will come back, probably next year, so until then, I will continue to support my loves. <3 Thank you for a wonderful 2 nights.
Thanks for reading! Now back to your regular programming.
Ok anon I hope this is something close to what you had in
mind! Serious Willy is not a fun Willy XD Anyway! Hope you guys enjoy!
Anon Request: You’re seriously my fav tumblr account ever💖💖
anyway could you write an imagine with William nylander where he is insecure
about dating an older woman like thinking that he is not mature enough for her
or something :)
noticed a change in Willy recently but you didn’t know what was causing it.
You asked a group of second year girls where Madame Choi’s office was. After a few comments about your dining hall arguments, they directed you down towards a small corridor where most of the teachers had their offices. You went past the doors until you found the one with the plaque:
Madam Choi Soomin, Senior Ballet Mistress
Biting back your excited nerves, you knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Came her voice.
You turned the handle and went in. Madam Choi’s office was not as nice as Mistress Hyejin’s. It was smaller, and windowless. But the walls were painted cream, and framed posters of various ballet productions hung from them, all signed by the casts. There were also photos of Madam Choi with a few other dancers all posing in their costumes. The lady herself sat at her desk, a big pile of papers in front of her. She looked studious with her black rimmed glasses and turtleneck jersey, but you could see the darkening circles under her eyes.
“Miss (Surname).” She regarded you wearily. “What can I do for you?”
“Ma'am I have something to show you.”
She raised her eyebrow, her fingers still intertwined in front of her. “And what would that be?” She asked.
You refrained from biting your lip and brought out your pointe shoes from behind your back. “I kind of have to show you in one of the studios.”
She pursed her lips, looking distastefully at the shoes. “Don’t you have a concussion and an order not to dance? Or have I changed my entire choreography on a lie?”
“Ma'am, the symptoms of my concussion have all gone.” You told her earnestly. “I can dance.”
She didn’t look convinced. “What is it you want to show me?”
“I changed the dance.” You said quietly. Judging by what she’d just said about changing the choreography, you doubted she’d give you a chance.
“By which you mean?”
You took a deep breath, suddenly feeling like you were coming in here to confess a crime. “I changed my solo dance last night.”
“And yet you injured yourself the day before, during Miss Yang’s accident?”
“I thought maybe Doctor Hill would forget to tell the teachers.”
She smiled at that. “My dear, Doctor Hill wouldn’t let you off for an injury even if it were a broken nail.”
“Exactly!” You cried out frustratedly, then snapped your mouth shut. Teacher, right. “I mean. Ma'am Doctor Hill is keeping me off much longer than necessary – it’s ridiculous, and I really want this solo.”
“The number of students I’ve lost because of him.” Madame Choi sighed and stood up. “Lead the way, Miss (Surname).” She said tiredly.
You nervously walked up to the second floor with her. Students were already coming down the stairs for dinner. Some of them gave you stares, remembering your little display at lunch. “What the hell is the bitch doing?” You heard Minjee’s voice. She was descending the stairs with Hyeun, Yuna and Seohyun. They all looked suspiciously at your leotard and dance bag with contempt.
“Miss Gwan, you will report to my office tomorrow morning.” Madam Choi said sharply, loud enough for the whole parade of people to hear. Minjee’s face turned pale. “This school is no place for your foul language.”
“Yes Ma'am.” She said quietly, swallowing. You tried to keep a satisfied smirk off you face.
Reaching the same studio as you’d used last time, you swiftly switched the bright strip lights on and quickly hooked your iPod up. Then you sat down and tied up your pointe shoes, feeling rushed because Madame Choi was standing at the door. At least she wasn’t tapping her foot. You did a few quick stretches – You did not need another injury, then you stood up, a bolt of nerves shooting up you body. You looked at Madame Choi. She gave a curt smile, telling you to begin.
You pressed play and then stepped back and rose onto pointe, lifting your leg up behind you. The music began. You felt the stirring in your belly as the familiar notes reached out for you and pulled you into a world that you had defined together.
As the notes went down, so did you, reaching forwards and raising your leg so that it made a straight line. You could still do it! You tried not to look for a reaction from Madame Choi as you rose back up and instead step turned downstage, and then spun in a slow pirouette.
You stepped a foot back, feeling as though you’d only just discovered you could do it and you stepped forward, as if a whole world – the world of ballet – was blossoming before you. You would join that world, you knew, and you curtsied, marking your entrance. And then the fast notes came, and the entrance was almost over. More notes joined the first until everything came together and then all tentativeness left, and you flew.
You remembered the whole dance easily – the music told you what you needed to do. Madam Choi became less of an individual and more of an anonymous observer as you leapt and spun. You were showing whoever was watching what you could do.
And as the final chorus lead you on once more, you delved into the music and brought it out with you, in the way that only dance could, and truly showed it to the world. You finished in arabesque. But once the last note had been played, you were cut loose, and Madam Choi’s presence was certainly there. You lowered your leg and turned to face her. Your breathing was heavier than usual, and sweat beaded on your back.
Madame Choi was looking at you with her chin raised high, making her even taller than usual. You couldn’t glean anything off her expression. She was simply studying you.
You felt the need to say something and break the horrible silence that she didn’t seem to notice. “It –” Your breathing was very heavy. “It’s not exactly polished.”
She nodded her head down slowly, then took a step towards you, looking you up and down. “Why did you dance like that?” She asked you. Her voice was the same blank calm as usual.
You frowned. You could hardly tell her it had something to do with Park Jimin. Wait, that wasn’t what she’d asked. “I don’t know.” You said. “I was thinking about why I started ballet. It was just, the music fit perfectly to describe it.”
She nodded. “Yes, you had that air of innocence about you.”
You stood there awkwardly. What was she saying? Were your moves too basic?
“I assume you would like me to put your choreography back into the piece?”
“Well I -Yes, Ma'am.”
Her eyes seemed to get sharper every second. “And I assume you would like to be the one to dance it.”
What? Suddenly, your protectiveness kicked in. No one else could dance this! The steps. They were all linked to you, even though you didn’t have the best technique, it was like giving away your favourite childhood toy. Yes, someone might actually use it or dance it better, but it was still your toy! What about all the memories? What about the connections the dance had to you?
Madame Choi was watching you closely. Your badly concealed disappointment answered her question. She sighed and took off her glasses. “When can you dance again?” She asked.
“You are one hundred percent healthy?”
“Yes, Ma'am.” You said, a little hope coming up inside.
“And if your symptoms were to return you will be responsible enough to stop?”
You hadn’t been before, but you didn’t think you ought to tell her that. They wouldn’t come back. “Yes Ma'am.”
“There is a lot of work to be done on it.” She said abruptly. “Your extensions ought to be better. An allegro is no reason to be sloppy, and your penche needs to face sideways to the audience, or no one will see the lines.” She put her hands behind her back, and looked at you with those powerful brown eyes. “This is a big risk you ask me and your class to take. If I change the choreography again then we lose another day of rehearsal. We have two rehearsals to go, Miss (Surname) one of which you can’t even attend.”
You held your breath. Oh God no. It was more than just Park Jimin – the reason why you wanted to dance this solo, it was because you really did love ballet, and the elation of dancing this particular piece.
“However.” Madam Choi continued. “I don’t believe either of the routines we have been rehearsing, nor the rest of your classmates can quite grasp the same, understanding you have just displayed.” You could hardly stop from smiling. She liked it! Did that mean you could perform?
“Thank you, Ma'am.” You said, trying not to sound as overjoyed as you were.
She pursed her lips. “You have a long way to go before performance standard, Miss (Surname). I would not tend to presume until you are standing behind that curtain with my absolute approval.”
You nodded quickly, feeling like a small, overexcited child who needed to calm down. She was letting you do it! You could do it, but she was right. There was still time for her to say no. Now you had to focus.
“Go over the first section.” She suddenly ordered. “I’d like to see that penche again. No music.”
You performed the introduction. The emotion was lost without the music, but you knew that you couldn’t let yourself get surrounded by the music until your technique was so habitual that you could trust yourself to perform with quality. Only then could you allow yourself to fully develop into the music. Apparently your penche was acceptable, considering your lack of experience, but it was badly postured. Madame Choi pressed down your back to it arched and pushed your leg even higher, saying it wasn’t quite one-eighty yet.
You went through the whole routine in painstaking detail. Without the support of the music, you sometimes forgot moves, but Madame Choi had the endless patience that all dancers needed to develop – three hours of plies and failed pirouettes weren’t meant to be exciting, and yet that’s how learning ballet is.
“I want you take your movements and make them larger.” She said as you rehearsed once again the middle chorus. “The introduction needs more as well. It all must be bigger on stage, Miss (Surname), or this story you have managed to create will be nonexistent for the audience. You do very nice subtle things – when you open your hand during the first bar after the gentlemen’s piece, it is ought to be a full opening of your entire arm. Subtle doesn’t work.”
You tried opening out, unbending your arm as your fingers spread. “Yes, better, and as you watch your arm or hand, particularly in the introduction, you want to make them head movements rather than just eyes, understand?”
The rain continued to beat against the windows as the sky slowly darkened. It was warm in the studio, though, and you hardly noticed as the minutes and hours passed, and the shrouded sun went down behind the hills. Having never properly watched yourself dance the piece in the mirrors, there was a lot to fix – and Madame Choi was a technique teacher, after all.
“I worked it out so that it wouldn’t affect the original choreography.” You told her at one point.
She shook her head, surveying the empty studio. “No, the class choreography will be changed. They will fit exactly to your solo. Go stage right at the end of that bar…you will lead them into a spiral shape for the climax, and then they’ll circle you. Break out for the final chorus. They will be in the background. Go to the front of the stage.”
You did so. If there was one thing you could let yourself predict about the coming days, it was that your class was not going to be happy, particularly about being in the background at the end. If they wanted credit just for ‘making you look pretty’ then it was at the end – one of the most memorable parts of the performance. However you couldn’t be bothered feeling any sympathy.
“What were you originally finishing in?” Madame Choi asked.
“An arabesque.” You told her.
She nodded. “Let me see your opening arabesque.”
You turned to the side and lifted your leg, your arms reaching out in front.
“And the one at the end?”
“It’s the same.” You replied.
“It shouldn’t be.” She said. “One would hope that you have changed from your childlike state at the beginning of the piece. You have now experienced ballet, but something must be different.” She regarded your position. “Lift your leg above the ninety, arch your back up. Look proud, knowledgeable…yes, that’s it.”
You didn’t feel proud or knowledgeable, but you knew what she was getting at. You had to change from your discovery of ballet, to your joy at becoming a ballerina.
“Eight forty-eight.” Murmured Madame Choi, looking at her watch. “Once more time, Miss (Surname). And you will rehearse here tomorrow?”
“Yes Ma'am.” You nodded.
She sighed. “I don’t particularly like encouraging rule breaking, but Doctor Hill.” She trailed off, pursing her lips distastefully at the floor. Eventually she snapped out of it and looked at you. “Just try not to bring any attention to your rule breaking.”
You nodded, feeling kind of like you were co-conspirators, except she was your teacher.
“Alright, from the beginning, if you please.”
You flicked your iPod back to the start and began dancing once again. It was difficult remembering both the changes to the choreography and your general technique. Madam Choi, however, had managed to memorize your entire choreography, as well as the class’s in just two hours, and she called out when you got lost. With your concentration on technique and timing, there was little of the connection you’d felt when you’d first performed it tonight, but you didn’t mind.
There were only a few bars left, and you sautéed, jumping high, feeling the satisfying spring in your legs. You spun in your last pirouette, turning away from the windows.
Shinn Taeyeon was looking through the door window.
Shit! You stumbled in your landing.
“Control!” Madame Choi demanded. You frustratedly lifted your leg up in the final arabesque. Taeyeon was staring at your position contemptuously, her nostrils flared. The final note played, and you hurriedly went down. What the hell was she doing here? What if she told Jimin?
“That was good.” Madame Choi was saying. “Aside from the ending.”
“Yes Ma'am.” You murmured. Taeyeon finally made eye contact with you and smirked. Then she pushed the door open and walked in.
“Hey Ma'am!” She said, putting on a Barbie-fake smile.
Madame Choi’s usually scowling face brightened considerably. “Taeyeon! How are your classes going?” She asked, walking over to her.
“Good, thanks ma'am. I just saw you in here and thought I’d say hi.”
“Ah, yes, we were just rehearsing Miss (Surnames)’s solo for the review.” She gestured to you. “Have you met?”
Taeyeon gave you a horribly sweet smile. “Yeah, we’ve met. Hey, I thought you were sick or something?”
Yeah, coming to think of it, you did feel like vomiting. She was sickening.
Madame Choi leaned in conspiratorially. “Well, Doctor Hill’s given her one of those silly rest periods like he used to give Jimin. But Miss (Surname) really does have something to show everyone. You’ll be watching?” She inquired.
“Oh yes.” Taeyeon nodded. “Jimin and I are up against Master Jinho and Mistress Hyejin.”
Madam Choi laughed. “Evenly matched, I think. What are you dancing to?”
“Moonlight Sonata.” Taeyeon replied.
She nodded approvingly. “A good choice.”
“Yeah, we were going to go with Clair de Lune at first, but Jimin and I decided we’d have more chances to show our skill with Beethoven.” Thank God they weren’t doing Clair de Lune. Any remaining connection you had with that piece would have been crushed if you’d watch Jimin and Taeyeon dancing to it – no doubt, beautifully.
You knelt down and untied your pointe shoes. Madam Choi went on. “And how are your sisters? I heard Taeil’s got the solo for the Chinese Variation of the Nutcracker.”
“Yeah.” Said Taeyeon flatly. “It’s not very big, though. My Mom thought she could’ve aimed for better.”
“Ah, not everyone can be the Sugar Plum Fairy, though. I believe she’s just the right technique for the choreography.”
You quickly unplugged your iPod from the stereo. “Ma'am.” You said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I better go before its lights out.”
She turned round and gave you a pleasant smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. You might care to take some time to write down the notes I gave you.”
“I will, Ma'am.” You quickly curtsied a thank you and left, brushing past Taeyeon, who gave you a quick sneer before turning back to being a sickly sweet student.
You huffed as the door shut behind you. You liked Madame Choi – she was a great teacher – however you childishly thought that Taeyeon had brainwashed her.
Before you got to your dorm, you stopped into one of the alcoves and slipped your hoodie and trackpants back on.
The others were still lounging around in their PJs, chatting and reading magazines on the couches. You tried to be inconspicuous as you put your pointe shoes away and got out of your leotard and tights. Minjee, who hadn’t noticed you yet, was sitting with Seohyun, Hyeun and a few other girls from your class, complaining loudly. “Seriously, she was only like, a Coryphée, and yet she walks around like she’s the best teacher in the school.”
“Madame Choi is better than Madame Zhang, Minjee.” Yuna said, who’d been lying on another couch reading a Ballet Magazine. You thought back to lunchtime. Yuna had been there, but at least she’d said things a little more graciously than the others.
“Whatever.” Snorted Minjee, not bothering to look at Yuna. “At least Zhang let me fool around with Jongsoo between combinations.” Yeah, you thought to yourself, thank God for that. “Besides, it’s not like she wasn’t royally pissed off with little drama queen as well.”
“She was so stuck-up on the stairs.” Said Hyeun. “What a teacher’s pet.” You remembered how Minjee had insulted you the other day, and how Hyeun had snapped at her to shut up. It was ridiculous the way she and some of the others had changed sides so quickly. What a bunch of fake bitches. However maybe you would have been one of them when you were fifteen, but even then, you’d been smart enough not to be on anyone’s side other than you own.
One of the other gossiping girls leaned in excitedly. “I know, right? When I offered to help her with her solo, she went all snobby and told me to piss off. I mean, I was just offering to help her.”
“I guess it goes against her code of conduct to actually accept help from a first year.” Minjee said. “That’s why she thinks she’s so great – getting in with Park Jimin, Shinn Taeyeon and that Dawon girl.”
“They didn’t even want to talk to her.” Seohyun said with a giggle. “I mean, did you see the way Jimin walked out? Even people her own age can’t stand her massive ego.”
“Bighead (Name).” Minjee said with a smug smile.
You rolled your eyes, deciding you’d really rather not remain inconspicuous. “Wow Minjee.” You said, walking down the aisle of beds to them. “You learnt how to alliterate. Well done!”
She looked at you and stood up, undeterred. “I don’t think we invited you into this conversation, (Name).” She said your name tauntingly.
“Why not?” You said, smiling. “It’s not like I don’t already know what you think of me.” You sat down on the edge of one of the couches. “Go, talk.” You looked at the other girls, who sat looking down uncomfortably. “Or is it not so much fun insulting someone when you’re scared they’ll hear you?”
“We’re just saying it like it is, (Name).” Hyeun mumbled.
You laughed. “Hyeun, you really know nothing about me. And until you do, please stop basing me on ridiculous clichés you got off the Disney Channel. You have no evidence.” You knew you were only making things worse for yourself, but you really couldn’t be bothered.
Hyeun leapt up from the floor. “You are such a bitch!”
“I think we’ve already established that.” You said drawlingly.
“Really funny, (Name).” Minjee rolled her eyes, folding her arms.
You raised your eyebrows. “How so?”
“Ugh.” She huffed. “You’re pathetic.”
“And you’ve just run out of comebacks.”
Minjee looked you up and down then took a step towards you. “You really think you’re something, don’t you?”
“Well you’re sure making a big deal out of me, Minjee.” You told her, standing up from the edge of the sofa. You were towering a great deal over her. She glared up at you, narrowing her mascara-laden eyes.
“You’re gonna pay for being such a bitch.” She said quietly.
You rolled your eyes. “Where’s that from? James Bond?”
“God you’re a bitch!” She took another step towards you. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain across your cheek.
“What the hell?” She’d just slapped you!
“You deserve it!” She yelled.
“Are you fucking crazy!” You roared, some of your control going up with the pain in your cheek.
“Maybe, but at least I aren’t so damn stuck-up!”
“Why! Because I work hard and get results?”
“You don’t work hard! You don’t even have any experience! You’re too old!”
“What the heck is – ”
“Excuse me!” Every head snapped to the doorway.
Madame Hyejin stood there, wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. She looked frighteningly tall, and she began walking right towards you and Minjee. You’d both unconsciously stepped away from each other. “What on Earth is going on?” She demanded.
“We – ”
“I – ” Minjee and you began at the same time.
Madame Hyejin looked between the two of you, her hands on her hips. “How dare you both make such a racket! I should send you to Master Jinho right now! What happened?”
No one said anything.
Madame Hyejin looked at you and Minjee, studying you both closely. She looked carefully at your face. “She slapped you?”
You nodded tentatively. You hadn’t wanted to tell her. You didn’t need teachers to know about it – it was your fight.
“She led me on, Ma'am.” Minjee said hastily.
Madame Hyejin shook her head in disgust, her eyes on Minjee. “You know – I don’t care what you were arguing about! That behaviour is absolutely disgraceful!” She snapped back to you. “And for you to react by yelling! You could have walked away! This is absolutely appalling! Ballet Dancers pride themselves on having grace and manners no matter what the situation! By being at this school you adhere to those rules at all times!” She exclaimed, her hands flying up in the air. “I will think of a suitable punishment and you will both come to my office after classes tomorrow. Understand?”
You both nodded.
Madame Hyejin surveyed the rest of the dorm. “Everyone get to bed. And if anyone says a single word they will regret it. Miss (Surname), I would like to talk to you outside for a moment.” She spun on her heel and walked back out.
You followed her nervously.
Out in the cool corridor, Madame Hyejin sighed wearily. For the first time, you noticed the bags under her eyes.
“Miss (Surname) I understand how it must be hard for you to deal with little girls who are two years younger than you, however, you must have patience with them. God knows I do not need this after the past couple of days.” She said, putting two manicured fingers to her forehead.
You suddenly felt guilty, remembering where she must have been. “Ma'am. How is Jiwoo?” You asked.
She gave you a tired smile. “Miss Yang is recovering well. They expect only three more days in the hospital at most.”
“Will she be coming back?” You already knew the answer, but you had to get the confirmation.
Madame Hyejin was already shaking her head. “We don’t quite know how she well she will heal in the long-term, but certainly not this term.”
You nodded slowly. Your poor friend. You had been so consumed in your own drama for the past two days that you hadn’t though much about her.
“She is allowed to have visitors from Saturday on. She asked for you, would you like to go?”
“Of course.” You said nodding frantically.
“Good. Oh, and one last thing – Doctor Hill informed me of your concussion.”
You nodded, swallowing. You didn’t want to have to lie.
“I understand why you did not tell anyone sooner – Miss Yang’s injury was more severe, but I must stress the importance of reporting injuries. I certainly don’t want to have another student in hospital because she went to sleep and could not wake up again. Have you been taking your pills?”
“Yes Ma'am.” Well, you would take them in a minute…
“Good, now go and get some sleep.”
“Goodnight, Ma'am.” You curtsied and went back inside. Everyone else was obediently 'asleep’ and you got into bed quietly.
Madame Hyejin was right – you did have to have patience with your classmates. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t prove your worth on Sunday. To your class, to Taeyeon and to Jimin?
Now you understood – it wasn’t to prove him wrong about you. If what you guessed from your talk with Dawon was correct, then you would not be proving anything to him. You would just be reminding him.
Slowly you drifted of to sleep. The memory of strong hands on your waist, a warm, tall body close to yours…and brown eyes…staring into yours as you stared into them with no pretence, no nervousness…just discovery.
Anon said: Hey! I absolutely adore your blog :) I would like to request a Jimin scenario where the reader is an idol who’s dating Jimin for a while now but the public doesn’t know and one day a picture leaks of them and causes a scandal. Sorry if that didn’t make any sense. Thanks!!
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Word Count: 1.7k
A/n: I am so so sorry for the wait!! But every time I started writing something out of the blue would come out and interrupt me😭 Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed this!! As this is my first time writing a non au scenario, feedback is appreciated!!
“Goodnight my beautiful princess” Jimin said, hugging you.
“Goodnight baby” you said leaving his warm arms to look up at him.
He smiled and kissed you.
*His hands on your hips and yours on his chest. You knew it wasn’t that safe to make out outside your house but neither of you seemed to care as the kiss started getting hotter with each minute that passed by.
You left each other’s lips, confusion on both of your faces.
“What was…” You started saying, realising what the sound was seconds after. “I hope its not what i think it is.” You looked at Jimin, who was now looking at the floor. “Jimin” His eyes met yours. “Please tell me it’s not what I’m thinking about”
“I don’t know, it’s late, baby” He hugged you one more time, but without the smile this time. “Go to sleep, and don’t worry”
“Okay, I will” Leaving his arms once again, you were too afraid to kiss him one more time, so you just got your keys and opened your door, getting in.
He stood outside your door, looking back at the dark street.
“Goodnight, baby” You said, making him turn and smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
The sound of your phone vibrating woke you up. You stretched your arm to decline the call, until you saw the caller ID. It was your best friend.
“What do you want?” You said as soon as you grabbed the phone.
“Well, good morning to you too.” She said on the other line, making you laugh.
“But really, what was so important that you needed to call me at..” you stopped mid sentence to check you clock. “AT 6 AM ON A SUNDAY ARE YOU KIDDING?” you sat on the bed and started rubbing your eyes.
“I am not, check your twitter.” you couldn’t believe it.
“You are telling me that you woke me up because there’s a new meme going around on twitter?” You sighed “You really should call Jungkook not me.”
“No, this time this call is not about a fresh meme” You made a noise in disbelief “I did call Kook yesterday for that”
“That’s more like you” You said, rolling your eyes, which were still heavy since you just woke up.
“Anyway, this is about you” She paused. “I don’t want to tell you, just check your twitter, okay?”
“Okay, but how does this….” You stopped once you realised she had just hanged up “Shit”.
You got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to have breakfast, knowing that once you woke up you were not going to fall asleep any time soon.
After some minutes you were finally sitting on the table with your toasts and your coffee and just then you decided to finally open twitter to see the reason why you were awake so early.
You stopped eating and dropped the toast that was on your hand, you couldn’t believe all the pictures on your feed.
The pictures were all the same, but they were everywhere. Jimin on your doorstep, hands on your waist kissing your lips. You didn’t know how he got that angle, but you could clearly see that the two figures kissing were both of you, and the tittle said. Feeling dizzy you stopped eating.
——“Yuzu: What is my favorite motto? “Try never to lose your initial enthusiasm.”
Kenji: Sounds good.
Yuzu: My ex-coach Nanami Abe told me this saying. When I landed a 3A for the first time, she bought me iPod. I found “AAA” engraved on it. It means “triple axel”. She gave me that words with iPod. “Try never to lose your initial enthusiasm.” I think the meaning is “You must keep on doing your best, even if you can land 3A or quads. Do not be satisfied with that. You must not be boastful.” I still treasure her words now. This words is always with me.”
——Yuzu was asked what the biggest blooper in his life was but he really didn’t answer the question.
“Yuzu: What will I do 10 years from now? What will I do…
Kenji: You will be 30.
Yuzu: I will be enough old! I will be “OJISAN” (OJISAN means a middle-aged person)
Kenji: Hey! What did you say? The OJISAN is sitting next to you! It’s me!
Yuzu: Shoot! Haha. I made the biggest blooper in my life now.”
——“Yuzu: What is the feast for me? Ummmm if I answer to this question frankly, I would be a bit embarrassed and some people say it’s not a kind of feast but I dare to say it’s my mother’s home cooking.
Kenji: Wow, I’m embarrassed to hear that!
Yuzu: But I really think so. I think for me the feast is not always an elaborate dish. For me, the feast is the food which she makes for me thinking much of my health. She always cooks for me thinking about the nutrition to get rid of everyday fatigue and stress. I love to eat such food. I’m not interested in eating so much. She really know that. She knows my favorite taste and how I feel easy to eat. So my mother’s cooking is the feast for me!”
——“Kenji: And I have another surprise. I heard you are a fan of “Hiroshima Carp” (Japanese baseball team). Look at this.
Yuzu: Wow! This is great!
Kenji: This is Kenta Maeda’s uniform with his autograph.
Yuzu: I wonder if you have another surprise? For example, Maeken-san (Kenta Maeda’s nick name) will enter this room?
Kenji: No…. sorry, someone who looked like him came here before. Haha. Try it on?
Yuzu: I’m super happy!”
——“Kenji: Looking back all, what is the most impressive competition for you?
Yuzu: People might imagine that must be the Olympics… but I say “No.”. Let me see…. In the good meaning, I think the first National Novice Championship was most impressive.
Yuzu: I was so excited because it was the first time for me to compete in the National Novice Championship. I was not nervous at all. Just excited. I enjoyed competing in the competition. Really enjoyed. At that time, I trained a lot. I felt I didn’t make a goof at all. I was a 4th grade elementary student, but I thought I could definitely win. At that time the scoring system was 6.0 system. I remember the grade more than 5.00 was that of the senior skaters who competed in the World Championship. But a judge gave me 5.2 at that time. I was really happy.
Kenji: Yes, you were great at that age to get 5.2 points.
Yuzu: I was surprised at myself and thought I could compete with senior skaters at the World Championship. I was an elementary school student at that time.,, haha.”
Ok I like how this one turned out despite writing it at 3
am! Oh well! So I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you thought!
Anon Request: Can you write one about jeff skinner and elias
lindholm being your friends but elias has a crush on you but doesn’t want to
turn things weird in your friendship or something like this… i don’t know if
you’ll understand kkk… sorry the poor english
tell her” Jeff said. You stopped in the hallway, listening.
I stopped still in my tracks when I saw her. She had a light smile on her lips as she plugged the music into her ears and set off again to wherever her destination would be. She was beautiful. She always was. Effortlessly. Not like these fake, plastered girls I seemed to find myself talking to at clubs nowadays.
And then I realised she was walking towards me. Had she noticed me? Shit. I looked disgusting. I’d only come out to get a juice before I went home to my parents yet again.
Shit. Say something Simon.
“Hey” I croak as she walks past and evidently sees me staring.
She takes out her earphone and looks up to me, “sorry, did you say something?”
“Um I said hey” I scratch the back of my neck.
“Hey” She raises her brows, “Will that be all?”
Damn. She still really was hurt.
“No no of course not” I shake my head, “Come on (y/n) I haven’t seen you in what? 3 years?”
“Almost, yes” She nods, folding her arms.
The harsh tone. The cold look in her eyes. It was the look she gave to people that were dicks at school. I found it hilarious. I guess i wasn’t laughing now I was on the other side.
“At least come for a drink with me” I sigh.
“And why would that be?” She questions.
“You know where I’ll be. 4pm?” I nod, avoiding her question.
She looks into my eyes for a second before reaching up to return her earphone to her ear and walking off. 4pm.
Let’s give you some background shall we? From when I was 16 to when I left home at 21, I was in a relationship with (y/n). We weren’t one of those innocent, young couples that happened all the time in Berko. We were genuinely in love. Yes, it sounds fucking cheesy but it was true. Everyone knew it. When I first met the guys, they were adamant I would marry her. And so was I really. Her and my family got on well, they loved us together. And then, in early 2014, before I moved in with the guys, something happened. I was doing good on YouTube and I was starting to get a bit overwhelmed by the sudden popularity. Being in a committed relationship with a home town girl from Berko didn’t seem like a good idea for me. So, classic-scared-of-commitment Simon decided to call things off before I left for London. But not in the fashion of a civilised break up, I simply left and said things weren’t working. The worst mistake of my life.
And so here I’m sat, at our stalls in the corner of Zero Juice Sushi with the hope that she’d come through those doors.
I’d ordered both of us our favourite drinks and even some popcorn chicken for her because she claimed there was ‘nothing better’
I felt anxious. Worried. If she didn’t, I knew I’d truly fucked things up. Forever.
Since I’d left her, I’d tried to go with other girls. Tried to replace her. But it never worked. They were never her. They didn’t make me laugh like she did or know how to instantly make me smile like she would.
“Well, if this isn’t the right flavour I won’t be happy” I hear her familiar voice beside me as she sits down in the next stall.
“Of course it is!” I grin, “Our first date. I took you out for your birthday. We came here because there’s nowhere better to go around Berko and you had that exact drink. And no matter what, you’ve never changed your order” I recite the memory.
I see her smile slightly as she sips the juice.
“And I figured to keep you here you could have some chicken too” I smile, pushing the box over to her, “How have you been?”
“Simon, look this is nostalgic and all and you’re right with the juice and the chicken and whatever but-“ She sighs, “Where does this lead after the pleasantries?”
My smile falters.
“You’re back home for the weekend at the same time I am and suddenly it means we have to spend time together? I’ve been back home here plenty of times when I can. Why now?” She raises her brows.
“You moved?!” I pick up on her mention. She was always the girl to stay in this town.
“Yeah I live in London” She nods, “When I’m over here. Tend to travel with my job”
“Photographer” I smile, “You made it”
It was the dream she always had. To travel and take incredible shots. She wanted to capture a culture in a matter of pixels. She was so passionate.
“Yeah well i-” She starts, “No stop. This is what I mean. You can’t just meet up with me and buy me a drink and suddenly think that we can just talk like everything’s normal Simon. You broke my heart”
There it was. The four words that killed me. Firstly because I hated the thought of her ever being hurt that much and secondly because I hated myself for being the cause of that pain.
“I-” I start, knowing there were a million words I could’ve said but none of them were deemed good enough.
“I think I should go. Its good to know you’re well and by the sounds of things, you’re doing incredible on YouTube. But to be honest, I think that’s how it should stay” She comments, standing up.
“August 2nd 2010” I burst out, standing up too as she begins to walk out, “I took you up to the roof of school and it had taken me all that time to finally tell you that I loved you. I called you babygirl and you found it hilarious and I guess it just stuck after that. We spent the whole night up there listening to music on that tiny IPod thing that I got with my first pay. They had a massive go at us the morning after and I told them it was all me. I spent the next two weeks in detention and every single morning I walked you to your class even if it meant I was late every time. I’m not saying i want to walk you to class again or take you back to the rooftop of that school but that doesn’t mean i don’t feel exactly the same way about you now as i did when i was a lanky teenager”
She looks down, clearly knowing she’d get emotional if she looked me in the eyes for too long.
“I’ve been openly in love with you since I was 17 years old (y/n) (y/l/n) and I was lucky enough to spend 5 years of my life trying to make you feel exactly the same way. Because every single morning I was happy, every time I held your hand I still felt that immature electricity that everyone felt with their first kiss, my cheeks still flushed pink every time your lips met mine and I spent everyday of those 5 years completely fascinated by why you would ever choose to be with me” My voice cracks then, “And ever since the day I left you, I’ve regretted it more than anything. Its the worst decision I’ve ever made and hell, you know I’ve made a lot of mistakes.”
She stops and looks up and everything is still flooding back. Seeing her with wavy hair in our school uniform that she seemed to look good in. Spending hours and hours together until the nights fell across the sky and the cold wind got too harsh. Bailing her out of detention whenever I could until she eventually won the fight and got me out of it instead. She got me into a world of trouble and I loved every second. Why YouTube ever became my priority over her I will never know.
“So you can walk out that door now and you don’t ever have to see me again but just remember that for five years of your life you loved me and I know you well enough to know that there’s still a part of you that hasn’t changed. You’re still that teenage girl that was happy with a kick around in the park in battered football boots that didn’t care what people thought. You made me a better man (y/n). So what will it be?” I sigh, tears filling the bottoms of my eyes and threatening to fall over the edge.