#I finished my last exam today!! They didn't go as well as I expected
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Rollo Flamm x Reader || Rhythm
Warnings: Understated jealousy (?), Reader can’t dance (wants to, though), provisioning of unrequired love, female reader.
The girl that dances atop the stage is really pretty.
It’s not you, and with some kind of regret, you concede you’ve never properly learned to dance.
The girl is more beautiful than the starry night above the City of Flowers because she feels like a dream. Stars will be tomorrow too, but her? No one knows, so all eyes are on her, to balm each’s heart with her sight.
Her steps are graceful and the way she moves is enchanting. It’s not an easy choreography either - with so many jumps and twirls and turns - but she makes it seem so because a smile never leaves her face. The fabric of her dress follows her faithfully, and you imagine she will look incredible in every photo taken of her.
“She’s so… beautiful,” someone next to you breathes with awe.
You believe Rollo thinks so too.
Even if the thought of never being looked on like that stings, you can only blame yourself as he didn’t want to come here at all. When you suggested checking out the show that is being held in a Topsy-Turvy Event Hall, Rollo scolded you for distracting yourself. It might be a Friday evening when most of the students are already headed to the dormitory, but the work of student council members is never done. Before the weekend, at least.
Your whingeing has been guerdoned: Rollo agreed on taking a break. He was hesitant while doing so, and almost annoyed at the cheery smiles that appeared instantly on three faces, yours, the vice president’s and a school treasurer’s. The papers and cups of cold tea were left instantly, and in the next few minutes, all four of you were heading down the staircase.
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A square is crowded every season with tourists, so neither you nor Rollo is surprised that the two other students got separated from you before even reaching the main stage. You are thankful for their attentiveness because it allows you to be alone with Rollo.
“They are selling enchanted drinks again!” You exclaim, pointing to a stall with indigo macrame hung around a tent. Some attractions were opened at certain seasons a year, and you remember the elixirs being a hit last year.
“It looks like so,” Rollo states flatly. “I wonder why people are so fixated on this kind of never-lasting things.”
Knowing Rollo is a man of harsh words, you brush off his comment.
Blue potion with edible glitter — you are sure it’s edible glitter because most of the useful mixtures are rather lustreless — catches your eye. It looks like a piece of starry sky tucked into a glass bottle. It’s also supposed to help you with your studies if you drink it, so it’s even more magical.
“Would you like to try one? This one helps you focus… But, yeah, I guess you already can do that perfectly,” you pick up the next vial. “Oh, after drinking the yellow one, you should be able to sing more professionally! And the green one is for rhythm… I would need that one. Yet, the most interesting one here is-”
- a love potion.
Even the vial is heart-shaped. The mixture inside is either pink or purple, you can’t really define it because of the amount of bubbles that constantly stir the mixture. You might not be the best alchemy student ever, but even you know that that potion has some enchanting aroma that might bind your senses.
Maybe that potion is your only chance ever to get with Rollo. Your heart is heavy at the thought of enchanting him to love you.
“I have no intention of buying anything,” Rollo’s curt voice slings you from your thoughts. He takes vials from your hands and puts them back, any moment ready to push them out of his mind. “Anything but croissants. I can treat you to one of those.”
…And that’s how you get free food, dear students.
“Will you? Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You would love to hug him, Rollo is… Rollo probably wouldn’t appreciate this kind of gratitude in the middle of the street. Or wherever. It’s hard to imagine Rollo being happy about a hug as he seems unused to physical contact, yet that might be a reason why you should try to open him up.
For a last moment you think about the enchanted concoctions, but Rollo turns around and you need to catch up to not get separated from him.
Way to his favourite bakery Rollo knows by heart. He guides you through the crowd and it’s easy to follow him as he stands taller than most people, the distance being even larger when you count his hat. He glanced over his shoulder to check if you were still beside him after you get out of the most crowded area.
“We’re here,” Rollo announces as if you hadn’t been accompanying him to the bakery whenever you had a chance. He strides to the counter, where several types of croissants under a glass cover are creating a delicious exhibition. “Choose whatever you like.”
It's a very tempting offer, and you decide to take it once you glue yourself to the glass of a counter.
“I…” You start, pointing at two specific desserts. Two croissants with your favourite fillings are too delicious to pick between them. “Can I get two? I will treat you something in return, once I'll have money on me.”
“You’ll get a stomachache,” he says curtly but slides his card to a lady behind a counter that picks up another baking for himself, halfway dipped in chocolate and topped with cut-dried strawberries. “Be careful. They’ve been just taken out of the oven, so you’d better don’t burn yourself.
“Thanks.”
You let yourself bite into the device, as you take another turn, this time the way leading into the main square. There is a grand scene that is always used for music performances.
There is one being held, a solo.
You glance at the dancer, and they look around the crowd. You think there are your two missing clubmates, and beckon Rollo over.
“Hey, there are—”
…
Your surprise silences you.
Rollo stays planted on the ground, eyes on the dancing girl with something like awe. You know that look. You caught a glimpse of it many times on the surface of the glass in student consul’s showcases; your face, so desperately stretching in a soft smile, not to look suspicious.
For the first time, you didn't like the idea of love at first sight.
…
You know where it’s time to step out. Many negotiations you held with people on behalf of students of NBC sensitised you to their expectations and what you should do.
You smile weakly, before gently tapping Rollo on his arm. “I… will get going.”
But Rollo, amazingly, has already shaken off from mysterious enchantment. If you could only do so as easily, permanently. “Are you sick?” He asks, and when you avoid his eyes, his tone voice drops half a tone. “What happened?”
“Nothing, it’s… Can… I… just go?”
“What happened?” Rollo repeats. His eyes scan you, the first time quickly, and when he doesn’t find anything visible, he gets more alarmed, actually looking stiff. “Did you actually burn yourself? I told you to be careful.”
You don’t know what to tell him but start with a measurement that doesn’t bring him any relief.
“It’s not that, Rollo. I…”
“Do tell.” He insists, although if you said a word, you know he wouldn’t question you any more about this. But he would find out in some other way, and he might think you don’t trust him enough - and this implication you really want to avoid - and… “Tell me.”
…And you want to believe that he’s worried for you.
You stare at the ground, and clasp your hands behind your back once you notice their subtle shaking. Why are you reacting this way? Ahh… “I just don’t enjoy dancing. I think I will just return to school and finish organizing the documents…”
“You’ve always liked to see people dance though.”
So he has noticed.
“I don’t have a talent to dance myself.”
“You just need to learn,” he says, his tone softer than you’ve ever heard him. And as you’ve been listening to his voice o lot, you think you might’ve imagined it. Rollo glances at his watch and urges you to come with him. “It’s almost time to ring the bell. Let’s go. I will help you.”
…
You don’t like climbing the bell tower, and going up hundreds of steps isn’t something easy even with Rollo as your motivation. It’s the anxiety that keeps you going.
“I didn't buy the enchantment, though,” you break the silence, and Rollo looks over his shoulder. He is one step in front of you, and he probably slowed his pace to let you catch up to him easily. He’s a master of climbing stairs and ladders after all. “To dance. The bell won’t do anything if… I don’t have any magic on me, no?”
“Don't depend on these kinds of things,” he grumbles. “If you do, you will never achieve anything. For example, if you drank the potion, of course, you'd know how to dance. But just for tonight.”
You question his motivational quote. “But isn't the magic helpful sometimes?”
“It makes one fully depend on it.”
And the conversation ends here because you’ve reached the top platform. Rollo opens the trapdoor and holds it for you. As you step out, you’re immediately hit with a breeze of cold air, but it’s more kind of refreshing than freezing.
Once the trapdoor is closed, Rollo awaits, frozen for a clock-measured minute and three seconds.
And then he rings the bell. It takes much force to move it, and you are almost sure Rollo doesn’t even boost his strength with magic. But, what’s unexpected, this one time he uses magic to repeat the movements of the bell and have it ring on its own.
DING- DONG.
DING- DONG.
DING- DONG.
He leaves it to ring at the same tempo and turns to you. The magical earplugs in your ears only moderately muffle the sound of the bell. No music from the Topsy-Turvy Event Hall reaches you anymore. You can only hear the rings clearly, and wouldn't hear Rollo if he said anything.
He doesn't even try to, and without even a shred of a smile, he takes your hand in his.
DING- DONG.
His right hand wraps around your waist, and the fingers of the left one intertwine with yours. He stands taller than you, mighty, righteous. His gaze lingers on you as if he judges you.
It’s never a fair judgement, because the slightly offbeat of his heart drives his reason senseless.
He takes the first step to the back, and you follow along.
DING- DONG.
Rollo's movements are fluid and graceful, yet precise and purposeful. He leads you with ease, his body guiding yours. Waltz is a dance that emphasises the partnership, but with you not knowing the steps, it feels to you like some sort of majestic tango.
You’re overpowered within the first seconds of dance.
DING- DONG.
DING- DONG.
Step, step, DING, turn, step, turn, DONG.
You know your cheeks are flushed, and you blame the height and cold wind for it. Maybe it is a tiring dance, and you believe it’s acceptable to be this tired yet happy if you are dancing for all of eternity. It feels like the bell started to strike the omnipresent tempo a lifetime ago.
Rollo knows when your waltz-tango should end. He stops the chime with a fluid movement of his hand, magic stopping the well-kept rhythm from a bell.
BA-DUM, BA-DUM.
Your heart maintains the tempo. Even if each beat is strong and loud, you worry about how it will come to a halt at any second.
“I’m surprised,” he starts, sounding unsurprised but kind…-ish, “that you aren’t in a dance-related club yet.”
You cock your head to the side. “Is this a… sarcasm?”
“No. I think that musical-related things would suit you better. You could dance on that grand stage we approached earlier.”
“Like that girl?”
Rollo frowns. “What girl?”
…He doesn’t remember? How could anyone forget for a second about a person one has fallen for? You couldn’t. You can’t. You’re dumbfounded.
“A dancer. On a stage. Today.” Rollo looks more confused with each suggestion. “She was dancing to a… fast music in a flowy dress?”
“Ah,” finally, recognition sparkles in his eyes. A wave of relief is followed by anxiety, but Rollo shrugs your both overwhelms off, with a flick of his hand. “Yes, like her or… even better. The piece she danced to would fit you if you only embrace your passion. I think your performance would be more dreamy.”
You chuckle.
“If I would do that, what would you do without me in the student council club?” By this slight teasing, Rollo stiffens a little. You place your hand on your chest. “But as your right hand, you can’t get rid of me so easily.”
You swear you see him smiling subtly, and it’s no trick of light.
“As my right hand, you have the power to do whatever you want.”
“Then I want to stay.”
“Hm,” Rollo ponders. As you notice his gaze, you feel as if he’s contemplating which future holds the best fate for you. He lowers his eyelids, sighing slightly. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” you smile. “But if I hold any power like you say, I would like to use it to have you dance with me again.”
“Strange request,” he says curtly but doesn’t deny your request. His follow-up question makes your chest fill with warmth. “Do you know any dances? Except for waltz,” he says as if you could call your ‘waltz’ anything other than pretending to know how to dance.
“Macarena?” You suggest and he looks at you sceptically. In response, you flash him a bashful smile. “No?”
He sighs but takes your hands in his.
“Let me teach you, then,” he says, slowly. “Let’s start with a proper greeting,” but his greeting isn’t proper, because he doesn’t look at you. Because he avoids your gaze, you can have a shameless view on his red face, that must match the temperature with his quickly warming up hands. You always thought Rollo’s hands were cold, until this moment. “An elegant bow…”
He bows and you lift the brim of your skirt in response, trying to copy the fluidity of the curtsy.
He brings your hand up so carefully as if it is made from the thinnest glass, and presses his lips to your knuckles. So cliche, so old-fashioned, but chivalry isn’t dead as it fills you with energy, surprise and some embarrassment that makes you want to live this moment forever. “And a kiss.”
“Now I’m charmed,” You laugh softly, a smile on your face, yet you were mentally prepared to faint. You wonder if doctors would detect you lovesick if your heart actually stopped. “What’s after that?”
Rollo glances up at you, his eyes brighter than ever. He brings you closer to him.
“Let’s talk about rhythm.”
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An Unexpected Match XI
Pt. 1 Pt. 12
DBF/DILF Miguel O’Hara x female reader
Summary: Miguel’s worst nightmare comes true😰😰😰
I’m actually shocked for how quick I got this chapter out, lol. I had to add this photo above it’s so cute! I imagine these would be photos Y/n took on her phone of Miguel and Gabi. I think the top two would be her screen saver🥰 Also just want to say again thank you for the 800 follows! Your likes, comments and reblogs mean the world to me!💕💕💕
I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.
Enjoy🥰
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The morning of Gabi's Birthday. Before the accident:
"Goodbye cariño. Have a nice day with classes. I'll see you later."
"Goodbye. Have a good day at work. I'll pick up Gabi from school."
After Miguel left for work and Gabi was finished with her breakfast you cleaned up the counter and washed the dishes.
"Ok baby bug. Let's get you ready for school." You help her down from the chair before going upstairs to get her dressed. Her outfit was already laid out as she specifically wanted to wear this one dress to school for her birthday. Once you helped her get into it she giggled and twirled around as she watched the skirt part spin with her.
After doing her hair, you check the time eyes widen as you realize you don't have enough to look presentable today. So you decided to wear a matching pair of sweats and sweatshirt, Uggs, and put your hair in a cute messy bun.
"Ok let's head out baby bug, we're running a bit late." You grab her lunch and water bottle and put it in her backpack, hanging that on your shoulder as you pick her up, carrying her on your side hip as you head to the garage to your car.
You strap her in to her car seat in the back before getting in to the driver's side. Once you get out of the garage and begin to drive you look in the rear view mirror to see a smiling Gabi starring out the window.
"Hey, baby bug?"
"Yeah mama?"
"Papa and I are going to send out the invites to your birthday party that's next week."
"Yay! Will everyone be dressed as a princess or superhero?"
"Yep! Or both if they want to."
"I didn't know you could be both! Can I be a princess superhero?" Gabi gasped when she heard your words, which made you chuckle slightly. So cute.
"Of course you can, sweetheart. I'll come up with an idea for what we should do for your costume and we can go find something after school today. How does that sound?"
"Yay! Can it be a surprise for Papa?"
"Sure baby bug. I will have to tell him though that we won't meet him right after school. But that's it's for a surprise." You chuckle from her silly request. You made a mental note to text Miguel the update when you got to your class.
After talking more about her upcoming birthday party you made it to her school. You quickly get out in drop off area to unbuckle her from the car. After helping her out of the car you help put her backpack on.
"Ok, have fun today Birthday Girl! I'll see you at pick up! Love you my baby bug." You kneel down to giver her a proper hug which she happily returns before running off to her drop-off line to see her friends.
Once you saw she was with her teacher you drove off towards your university to attend your classes for the day.
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You were done with your last class for the day and had an hour before you had to pick up Gabi. You sat back on a lawn chair that were spread through out campus.
"Ugh, I can't with this semester. It's killing me already." Stephanie groaned as she sat in the chair next to you. You both came out of the same exam, not knowing if you did well or not.
"Steph, why did you decide to take 18 credits for your last semester?"
"Girl, I had too or I would have to pay for another semester. Enough about school, how's it going with you and Miguel's relationship being public?"
She turned her head to look at you.
"As expected everyone's so nosy and either being a bitch or an asshole about it. I haven't talked to my parents since the holiday party. But it's not like they are eager to reach out to me."
"Yeah Jack told me that your parents are going nuts still over it. Ugh speaking of your brother, he's being so annoying lately. I love him. But if he leaves a plate in the sink one more time, I'm going to tackle him." Stephanie groaned in frustration.
"Well, Miguel lately has been very insistent on wanting to have kids. Did you now that he expected to get me pregnant this year so we could have a baby next year? And then when I told him when I wanted to have kids he wasn't happy about it. So we had to compromise and agree on three years from now. Steph! I don't know if I'll be ready to have a baby in three years. I don't think I would be able to handle a career fully by then."
"Damn, three years from now. That's crazy. But I guess I get why you agreed. He is older than you. That is probably the one downfall to being with someone older."
"I don't now if it's a downside. We just are at two different points in our lives, but we love each other. I don't know, maybe deep down I knew I would probably be starting a family soon when I began dating him. And it's not like I don't want a baby now. I have the baby fever. I just worry that sometimes i still feel like a kid myself, despite being an adult and I just don't know if I'll be a good mother." Stephanie places her hand over yours and smiles.
"Y/n you will be an amazing mom. You do such a great job with Gabi."
"Thanks Steph. And your going to be a amazing aunt."
"Hell yeah I am!" She said before you both laughed from her comment.
After talking and relaxing a bit longer with Stephanie it was time to part ways as you get back in your car and drive to Gabi's school to pick her up.
Due to traffic you arrive a few minutes from her finishing class. When you go to pick-up your brows furrow as you see the kindergarten class but a new teacher, and no Gabi. Confused you decide to park the car and walk to get her.
"Hi, where is the regular kindergarten teacher?"
The woman smiles at you. "I'm the new teacher assistant. I started today. She had to leave early today so I took over. Who are you picking up?"
"Gabriella O'Hara. Where is she actually? She's usually here when I pick her up."
"I'm sorry but Gabi was already picked up." The woman said as she checks her clipboard. Your brows furrowed from her response.
"Her father came to pick her up? He didn't tell me he was going to."
"It wasn't her father. It was her mother." The TA's words made your vision almost black out. Your heart felt like it stopped and your body felt numb.
"What do you mean her mother picked her up? I'm Gabriella's mother. You let my daughter go with a complete stranger?! Who did you let take my daughter?!" Your voice raised.
"Her name was Sofia." The TA hid behind her clipboard.
"When did she pick her up?"
"Like 5 minutes ago. They drove that way." The woman shaking pointed her finger in the direction that the car went.
"You and the school will be hearing from our lawyer. I'll be back once I get my daughter back. You better hope I fucking get her." You get into the TA's face glaring down at her before you sprint to your car and turn it on and start driving faster than you have ever been.
All you could hear was your heart beating deafeningly loud in your ears. You felt physically sick. You pick up your phone as you call 911.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"Hi m-my daughter. W-well my step daughter. She-she was abducted from her school. The teacher just let a stranger take her!" Tears fall down your cheeks as you feared that you might never see her again.
After giving the police all the information they finally dispatched a car and sent out an amber alert. You asked if you could call your boyfriend, her father, which they said you could.
You hear the earth shattering noise of the amber alert blare on your phone. You tried to wipe away the tears from your eyes as you drove, as they become unbearably blurry disrupting your vision.
You call Miguel. It rang from some time before...
"Hi this is Miguel O'Hara. I'm currently unavailable at the moment. Please leave a voicemail and I will get back to you."
You call again. Same thing . And again.
Same response. You then remember he would be in back to back meetings all day and probably has his phone turned off or on silent.
You call again. "Please answer Miguel. Please!"
Another automated message. You cry out in frustration. "Fuck! Where did that bitch take my daughter?"
You drive for what feels like forever, a piece of your heart tearing away every minute you did have her in your arms.
"Oh my god." Your gasp as your eyes widen. Two cars ahead was the same piece of shit car Sofia drove. Not caring about breaking the rules you drive over the spread limit as you get in the lane beside her car. And if the universe couldn't be anymore helpful the light turn red. You ripped yourself from your seat and out of the car as you ran in front of her car.
Sofia's eyes widen in surprise before returning back to her usual glare. She continuously honks the horn. The light turned green but you didn't move es ring other people to honk the car.
"Hey! What's going on here! You're holding up traffic lady!" Said a random man.
"Sir please. This woman kidnapped my daughter. I won't let this woman out of my sight without my daughter. Please, can you please help!" You begged as tears streamed down your face. You just wanted your baby girl back.
A few other people left there cars curious to see what was causing the traffic jam.
"Oh honey. What are you doing?" Said a random older woman as she walked up to you.
"Please can someone help me get my daughter. I can see she's scared. Please."
The man ripped the car door open, luckily that woman was dumb enough to keep her doors unlocked. Sirens can heard growing in the back. Sofia rolled down her window. "Omg this bitch is crazy. That's my daughter. She's lying!"
"Mama!" Gabi cried at the top of her lungs as she squirmed through the man and woman's arms and towards you. As the sirens grew closer your were too slow to see Sofia reverse before heads towards you at full speed. Gabi was right in front of the car with you. You pushed her out of the way, luckily she didn't fall.
The last thing you saw was the fearful look on Gabi's face before everything went black.
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"W-what did you say?" Miguel voice was barely above a whisper.
"Y/n was hit by a car. We also want to say that your daughter is safe with us."
"Wait, what? What happened to my daughter and girlfriend?!" Miguel voice raised fear and anger taking over his mind.
"A woman by the name Sofia abducted your daughter at her school. Y/n had called the police and chased after them. When she found your daughter, to get away from the police Sofia ran over y/n to escape from them."
"I-I'm on my way." Miguel ended the call as he ran towards his car and drove to the hospital his heart ached. He couldn't lose you. He wouldn't be able to handle it.
He arrived to the hospital and ran into the emergency ward. In the crowd he immediately spotted his daughter. "Gabi!" When hearing her father's voice she ran from the social worker watching her and into his arms as she wailed.
"Mama's hurt!" She cried in his arms as he wrapped his arms around her and kiss the top of her head, relieved that his daughter was safe. However the ache in his heart was still fully there at the thought of you being critically injured. "I-I saw a car h-hit Mama! I want Mama!" She cried. Bearing his daughter's wails brought tears to his eyes as he try to call her down, which was difficult as he was no where near calm.
A while later a doctor in surgical attire walked towards him. "Mr. O'Hara?"
"Y-yes."
"We just finished surgery with Y/n. However she still is in critical care. We-"
"Is it p-possible if we can talk in private?" Miguel gestured towards his daughter's who cries were only getting worse from the doctor's news. The doctor nodded, "follow me this way."
Miguel handed Gabi to the social worker, however she wouldn't let go of him. "N-no!"
"Princesa, Papa needs to know what's happening with Mama. Please go with the social worker. I'll be right back. I promise." Gabi listened as she allowed him to give her to the social worker.
When they were in a private space, the doctor signed. " Would you like to see her? Just as a warning, it won't be a pretty sight."
Miguel could only nod as he was led to the ICU. When he entered the room, his heart shattered. He rushed over to your side as he got on his knees. His hand shook out of control as he intertwined his fingers in your limp hand.
"Dios...mi amor please por favor fight through this. I'm going to be right here. I won't leave your side. Please don't leave me. I won't be able to live without you. Gabi wouldn't be ok. I won't be ok. I love you so so so much."
Miguel didn't realize how long he was by your bedside, when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder.
"Hey." Said Gabriel.
"Thanks for coming to get Gabi. I-I just can't leave y/n side." Miguel looked up to his brother. Gabriel's heart broke as he saw the disheveled appearance of his brother.
"Please try to get some rest. You know she would want that."
"No. I'm not leaving. I'll sleep in the chair."
"Ok." Gabriel said before looking at Miguel one more time before leaving the room.
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Your eyes slowly open, closing once from the bright light before opening them again. You gaze at your surroundings. Your were in a hospital? Right, you were hit by a car.
To your left, a head with disheveled brown curls laying on your bed. You slowly smile as you lift your hand as you gently brush some of the hair out of his face. Almost immediately, his reddish-brown eyes stare up at you wide. You remove you hand as he shoots up.
"Y/n?"
"Hey" you say voice really hoarse from the lack of talking. Miguel intertwined his fingers in yours as he kissed your hands and then pressed butterfly kisses all over your face. Over-the moon to see you awake.
"I'm so glad your awake. I knew your would wake up." Tears spilled down his cheeks, which brought worry to your face as you lifted your hand to caress his cheek as you wiped away his tears. He leaned into your touch.
"Your acting like I was a sleep for a while." You lightly chuckle, coughing slightly from your dry throat. "How long was I out?"
"Two weeks." Your eyebrows raised slightly, surprised by his answer. It seemed like you just were hit after rescuing Gabi.
"Is Gabi ok?" Concern was etched in your tone.
"She is. Perfectly fine because of you. Witness' said that you saved her from a car hitting both of you. I can't believe that damn woman hurt you. But she's getting the justice she deserves. She'll be in prison majority of her life for kidnapping Gabi and harming you." Miguel placed a kissed to your forehead before sitting back down.
Concern grew on your face again as you notice the large dark circles under is eyes. "When was the last time you got some proper rest?"
Before he could answer your question the doctor came in and walked towards your bedside as he checked your vitals.
"Glad you were able to wake up Ms. L/n. We weren't sure when you would. You've been healing very well the past two weeks. One thing though, the way you were hit by the car almost made you lose your uterus. It was touch and go for a bit during surgery, but we were able to save you from having another surgery . You'll be able to go home in a day or two. I'll let you rest." The doctor smiled before leaving the room.
His words made your heart beat slightly faster. You might have lost your uterus? Wow, Universe, really trying to tell me something, huh?
"You should get some re-" Miguel was interrupted by familiar voices entering the room. It was your parents and brothers. After having a near death experience you would think you would be happy to see your parents again. But honestly they feel like just as much of a pain as Sofia was.
"Miguel." Said Sam as he walked in behind his wife and gave a frown towards Miguel.
"Sam." Miguel returned his same expression.
"Sweetheart you're awake! I'm so glad you're ok." Said your mother as she walks to the other side of the bedside. She tried to hold your hand but your remove your from hers, causing her to frown.
"Sweetie?"
You look to Miguel, tired eyes asking for him for help you. Knowing exactly what want, he said, "hey, she's pretty tired. Maybe come back after she's rested."
Your mother shot him a glare, "how about you come back after she's rested."
"Mom, y-you and Dad should leave." You spoke up.
"But I'm your mom, sweetie. Everyone needs their mom when they are hurt."she tried to hold your hand again, but once again you removed your hand from hers.
"Well you haven't been acting like a mom ever since the summer. I only want people who aren't going to hold immature grudges based off who I love. So unless you can accept that and apologize, then leave." It did hurt a little to see your mother's hurt expression. But you had to be brave, how she and your father have been acting is not right, and you're not going to have anything to do with it.
"Fine. Have it your way." Your mother frowned as she turned around and left. Before your father left he gently squeezed your hand, "glad you're alive and well." Before leaving the room.
Your brothers started a bit longer catching up with you before leaving as well.
Time seem to go by fast as you were already being discharged from the hospital.
As Miguel helped you get into the passenger side of the car, you stopped him. "Wait, they never came by our room to take my insurance and fill out stuff for the bills."
Miguel smiled as he brushed some of the hair from your face, " no need to worry about that, cariño. I already paid for it."
Your eyes widen as you looked at him slightly annoyed but that automatically leave as you give him a smile. "You really didn't have to do that. I would have tortured some out myself. But thank you. That was really sweet of you." You caress his cheek.
"No need to thank me, mi amor. You're the love of my life and my family. I'm going to take care of my family." He kiss you on the lips before closing your car door and hoping you in the drivers side.
When you arrived home, Miguel decided to carry you inside the house and up to your shared bedroom despite your slight protests, as you knew he hadn't had proper rest in two weeks.
"No need to worry about me. I'm alright, hermosa."
"Well, I'm going to worry about you and fuss over you because your the love of my life. And I want to make sure you're ok and well. Now laid down next to me and get some rest. You said Gabriel is going to drop off Gabi tomorrow." Miguel smiled down at you as he listened to your words and laid down next to you. He gently wrapped his arm around you and brought you close to him careful not to bother any of your stitches. Feeling his warmth the fatigue washed over you as you fell asleep.
The next day you woke up to the sounds of people talking down stairs. When you began to wake up a bit more you realized Miguel wasn't in bed. As the other voice grew closer a smile came to your face as you realized who it was.
"Mama!" Gabi ran into the room as she jumped on the bed, followed by Miguel running in and catching her before she barreled into you. "Be careful hija. Remember what I told you, Mama is still healing. So we have to be gentle around her."
He let go of her and put her on the bed when he knew she had understood. Your smile widens as you stretch your arm out wanting a hug from her, which she did extra carefully, as she took her father's words into account.
"I missed you a lot Mama."
"I miss you too my baby bug. I'm so relieved that you're safe and ok."
After some time you and Miguel noticed she fell asleep, as he lifted her up and took her to her bedroom to rest. When he came back he sat on the bed next to you.
"Did you get any rest?"
From not getting an answer you lightly glare at him with a pout. You move closer to him which he gladly appreciates. "Miggy, please get some rest. I won't be able to rest if you don't get proper sleep."
"I just have to finish one thing." He said as he took out his phone and started typing away on it, resting your head in his lap, you could see slightly what it said on his screen. Your eyes widen when you saw that it was your finacial portal to your university.
"Miguel, why are you in my financial portal?"
Miguel looked down at you with a pleading gaze. "Mi, amor don't get upset but while you were in a coma I paid for the rest of your university...and your student loans."
You sit up slowly from laying on his lap as you give him light glare and a frown. "Miguel...I told you I would handle them. First off how did you even gain access to them? You know how I felt about you paying for that."
"I know you're upset. But did you expect to get hurt in a car accident? No. You can't work, so I knew your wouldn't be able to pay your monthly payments. I have more than enough money to cover it. And I know you feel bad about it. But I'm going to take care of you. And plus it's down. Nothing can be reversed."
"Well, thank you. You really are an amazing boyfriend. But if you think you're not going to go unpunished for doing it without my knowledge. Though I can't have sex right now, oh once I'm cleared. We're still not having sex." You pout as you turn the away from him in bed. You heard him chuckle as he moved closer to you his chest pressed against your back as he kiss the side of your head, "alright hermosa. That's fair enough. It's was all worth it."
"You say that now."
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Two weeks later
“Happy birthday to you…happy birthday to you… happy birthday dear Gabi…happy birthday to you!” Sang the crowd of kids and parents as Miguel carries the princess superhero themed cake with six candles in front of her. You smiled and cheered as she blew out all her candles.
You had found out that Gabi wanted to postpone her birthday party until you had woken up and felt better. Of course you felt extremely guilty that she had to wait so long to celebrate, but she would always reassure you with a big hug and saying, “it wouldn’t be fun, if you wouldn’t be there to celebrate with me Mama.”
Tears brimmed the corner of your eyes as you watched her and her friends jump in excitement in their mixture of princess and superhero costumes as they wait to get a slice of cake. You smiled as you saw Miguel hand her a slice, kissing the top of her head before she walked over to the dinning room table with her friends. You looked at Miguel as he gazed happily at your daughter. Miguel then turned to meet you gaze as you could feel the love in his gaze and smile from across the room as he mouthed the words, I love you. Which you did the same.
You thanked the universe that you weren’t taken away from them and can still live your life to the fullest by their side.
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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 ☆。*。☆ [ALHAITHAM X FEM! READER]
Warning(s): suggestive content at the end (no smut, though).
Genre: romance, modern! au, university! au.
Word count: 5,5k.
Blurb:
It's not a secret that Alhaitham is the most competitive and has great pride. But, what happens when you start 'stealing' his precious first rank from him? Alhaitham comes up with a plan; he will approach you, make you helplessly in love with him, distract you and steal his first place. Who would have imagined, though, that it would backfire on him?
Inspired by this post.
The clear sky stretches over the campus buildings. Birds were singing in appreciation of the cloudless and perfect weather. On the green grass of the park, college students chat while carrying the drinks they bought at a nearby kiosk. Everything about today said it was going to be a good day.
But not for Alhaitham.
The man was infamous for never smiling (though he believed they were all exaggerating since he had smiled once—when Kaveh slipped and fell into a pool of rainwater). His eyes always convey the impression that he is better to everyone, as evidenced by him usually occupying the top positions on every weekend exam. Usually.
No one would have believed that those eyes could be sharper than before while his lips were in deep gloom staring at the board where the ranking results were presented.
(Y/N) (L/N)
Alhaitham
His tongue clicked in annoyance. He has long known you’re a threat, proven when his professor also mentioned your name and the title of your research as 'good and well organized work’ in front of the class. However, Alhaitham didn't think you would actually succeed. Maybe he's been underestimating you all along.
A voice that sounded like a crowd of people talking and approaching made Alhaitham step aside, guessing whoever those people were going to look at the wall board. At first, he was going to keep standing there—with all his annoyance while staring at his name next to number two—but, one of them said something and made him freeze before turning his head.
“Hey, (Y/N)! You’re in first place!”
Pretty good way to sprinkle salt on the wound.
“Really?”
Enthusiasm is lacking in your voice, as if you had expected this—as if you had expected that Alhaitham would be number two, right below you. He stares at you reading the ranking results, then you turn to look at him, not intimidated.
The wind blows, your hair dances in the breeze, and Alhaitham is preoccupied figuring out what the smile on your lips means. While his rational mind says you're just trying to be friendly, his petty mind believes you're making fun of him. Alhaitham wasn’t going to believe the latter until you opened your mouth to say,
"Well, so we're now rivals?"
Rivals. Ha.
A scoff left his lips. “Funny." he started. "The last time I checked, for two people to be rivals, they have to be on the same level."
Instead of irritating you, his remarks widen your smile. "You're right." You glance at the board, your name is still emblazoned at the top. "Obviously we're not like that."
It was obvious you were mocking him, and plus, did you just boomerang his own words? Alhaitham inhaled through his nostrils. If it weren't for your friends waiting for you two to finish exchanging 'conversations', he would have continued this until you gave up having the last say.
“Enjoy it while it lasts.” Alhaitham said.
"Totally. We're going to a sushi restaurant after this. Wanna join?” The smirk on your face widens, or is it just him?
“You’re shameless.”
"And you’re still second."
Alhaitham refrained from continuing. "Have the day you deserve, (L/N)." He said, then turned to leave. If you're thinking about giving him another 'smart' comment, he sincerely hopes that you'll literally bite your tongue.
“I’ll be having a good one then, thanks!”
It takes all the patience inside of him not to turn back and get back at you. Alhaitham clenched his fists. Next week will be different, this must all just be down to your luck or he didn't take yesterday's test seriously. Alhaitham vowed not to let that happen again and was confident he would regain first place.
Next week was much the same.
The first thing Alhaitham did when he arrived on campus was walk quickly to the information board, where last week's exam rankings were displayed with a group of students reading them. He made his way through them to get a better look. There it is, first place with your damn name on it. He's still second. He is. Still. Second.
Something is definitely wrong. A small difference in score separates your rankings which frustrates him even more. He has been in first place for two years, and he doesn't need anyone to break that.
"Two weeks in a row, (Y/N)." Someone behind him commented.
Someone—you, he guessed—chuckled. “That study group really paid off.” You said.
Study group? He thought. Alhaitham was about to make his way out of the scene quietly to avoid you but, when a gasp escaped you, he knew you had found him.
“Alhaitham, hi!”
That's the most sickening hello. Alhaitham turned his head to look at you, who were beaming at him. It must be satisfying for you, watching him stand here in the same glum after reading the ranking results. He is still second and you know it too.
You looked back at your friends. “We’re going for fast food this time. Wanna join?” Alhaitham did nothing but glare at you. ".. Or do you want to join next week?"
You're pretty confident to say you'll still be first. This luck lasts only two weeks, and if it turns out to be more than that, Alhaitham will find a way to ruin it—just like you did to his first ranking streak. He really likes challenges, loves competition. But, it was now at a point where it was an embarrassment.
He chose to turn around instead of responding to you. He'll reclaim his first rank.
Next week has come with everything that makes his patience dripping off.
When Alhaitham opened his messaging app and downloaded the PDF a classmate had sent him, his stomach churned in uneasiness. He watched the loading circle complete then pressed it quickly with his thumb. Turquoise eyes swept across the title—something he had never done before but now he did to buy time before lowering his gaze on number one and—
“Damn it!”
The entire bus turned their heads to the grey-haired. They looked at him with judgmental eyes, some thinking he had lost his mind (like most college students do because of their endless assigments). Alhaitham paid no attention to any of that. He was too busy swearing mentally while rereading your full name.
What the hell is going on?
Alhaitham is desperate. He was desperate for an explanation as to why the first place had slipped out of his hands. These two years, everything was fine; then what made him 'fail' like this? He closed his group chat and turned off his cell phone while preparing to get off at his stop. However, the question kept repeating itself in the back of his mind.
At lunch time, he walked into the architecture department cafeteria—four buildings away from Alhaitham's. He wouldn't have bothered to approach Kaveh—who was sitting at one of the cafeteria tables with the cheapest meal he was about to eat—if he hadn't needed a second opinion. The second those red eyes landed on him, Alhaitham watched his face change as if.. he had lost his appetite?
Regardless, Alhaitham kept walking and sat in the chair across from him. The crease between Kaveh's brows deepened.
"What do you want?" Kaveh asked, grumpily.
"I need your opinion."
The blonde crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair. "What?" He gave Alhaitham a quick once-over before smirking. “Wow, never expected the day you would beg for my help."
“Opinion, not help. I'll decide if it's helpful or not later.”
Kaveh—not feeling like arguing today—still made sure to exhale loudly enough for him to hear. “Whatever that keeps you out of my face." He stuck his fork deep into his food hoping it was Alhaitham instead.
Alhaitham fell silent in his thoughts. He was stroking his imaginary beard while thinking of ways to say it without telling him straight that he was in despair. If Kaveh knew someone beat him in the rankings, he would make fun of this. He didn't need that added to his plate.
"Something was stolen from me." He said carefully.
Kaveh raised one eyebrow before digging back into his food. "That's your problem?" He watched Alhaitham nod. "Buy it again. Problem solved. Now get off my table.”
"This isn’t something that can be bought."
Kaveh rolled his eyes. “Aren't you supposed to be the smartest? You ruined my precious lunch time.” He held his tray before standing up, about to switch tables. “Just steal it back. Done! You're done, right? Don't bother me. I've a little time before dealing with that lovesick guy Childe."
Steal it back. Lovesick.
Alhaitham had heard how complicated love was—a blessing and a curse, say those who had. He doesn't really care about people, but he does meet a bunch of friends who don't show up for meetings because they're busy dating (he ends up crossing their names off assignments, don't worry).
Steal it back. Lovesick.. Something clicked in his brain. That's it!
A new determination ignited and burned. He stood up from the cafeteria table with a smile, a sharp contrast to the state he was in when he entered it. The birds were fluttering their wings under a clear sky. This time he would take that as a good sign.
Today will be the start of his grand plan to approach you, date you, and infatuate you to the point where you’re so distracted with him that you once again come in second, as it should be.
It started after the last class of the day.
Seconds after the professor picked up his laptop and documents stating that class was over, Alhaitham immediately moved to approach you (who luckily sat alone in the absence of your usual friends). He watched you tidy up your books, your notes and all the colorful highlighters. One rolls over to the edge of the table and he catches not only that but your attention.
“..Hey.” You say hello, giving him a skeptical look before looking back perhaps he's here for someone else. After confirming that it was just you, you proceeded to ask: "Can I help you?"
Right. You two aren't exactly on good terms, so his sudden approach will no doubt make you feel uneasy. Alhaitham took a silent breath, feeling the air fill his lungs before he opened his mouth to say, "We need to talk.”
What a wonderful choice of words. Your lips curved into a faint smile as you stuffed your books and notes into your bag.
“So demanding.” you comment. "Are you always like this?"
Alhaitham has always lived with the rational side of his brain, so it's not a problem for him to control his emotions even though he has many words to reply to your clever comments. He stares at you, having the chance to notice the color of the irises under those curled eyelashes this time; he probably would have liked the color if not for the rivalry between you two.
"The other day, I was rude to you." He started, his own words piercing his pride. "I'm here to apologize to you."
You hummed in response, "Hmm, then let me hear it.”
Alhaitham fumbled around in his pocket. You see him set a bar of chocolate down on the table. A wrinkle forms in the middle of your furrowed brow. Your eyes return to his turquoise one, it reminds you of the gemstone described in the textbook you read last night.
Even though it felt better to bite his lip than to say it, Alhaitham really had no choice but to speak it this time.
“I’m sorry.”
"What are you sorry for?"
Something flashed in his eyes before it disappeared. Alhaitham was making a best efforts to keep a straight face, but as soon as he noticed how your smile became wider, he realized you were using this as an opportunity to play him.
"For being rude."
You nodded, still looking dissatisfied. "And why were you being rude?" The laughter at the corner of your throat was harder to contain when you saw his lips starting to form a glum shape.
“Do you really need to ask that?” Alhaitham protested.
"I need to make sure you're sincere."
A sigh escaped his lips. "Haah.. fine," He then continued, "Perhaps I was irritated because I was one rank below you." His badly damaged dignity would require a lot of time to mend.
Luckily it’s enough for you. "So, is the chocolate for me?" You glanced at the table where the chocolate bar was still sitting. It's from a brand you love but, never had the chance to buy again because it's quite expensive. Either this is just a coincidence, or Alhaitham also likes it or he has done a background check on you.
“I'm just going to put it there. It's none of my business if you eat it or not." He said.
Alhaitham could have worded it more politely—more kindly. He regretted saying it in his way, thinking you would react negatively to that. However, when his ears catch the sound of someone's laughter—yours—his eyes widen as he stares at you taking the chocolate from the table.
"Has someone ever said you have a weird way of talking?"
Someone has. Kaveh.
You waved the chocolate bar in your hand. "Apology accepted, as well as the chocolate." When you smiled at him, he wasn't irritated by it this time.
"I'll see you around." You’re about to walk away.
“Wait.”
You stop walking. Turning to the gray-haired, you looked at him with curiosity. Alhaitham moved his gaze to you. From this angle, you can see why he's secretly loved by many. With sharp eyes, lips that never smile, and a defined jaw; you wonder why he never thought of becoming a model instead of coping with college life. Probably the same reason as you.
Alhaitham turned his back on you completely. "You haven't found a partner for Professor Aabid's observation assignment yet, have you?" he inquired.
You unconsciously nodded, "That's right." you said before reflecting about his question. “Why do you—“
"Be my partner."
“.. What?”
Alhaitham crossed his arms over his chest. "Is there a reason for you to refuse?" he asked.
"No, but why me?" You shake your head.
"Because I don't have one either." He answered casually before smiling faintly. "Besides, I think we'd be perfect pair, don't you think so?"
Perfect? You think 'hellish' is more appropriate. A few days ago, you two were at each other's throats fighting for the first place, and now what? You really can't believe Alhaitham labeled you both as ‘perfect’ partners. He's working on something under his sleeve you know.
Alhaitham saw your doubt. "Shouldn't that convince you?" He glanced at the chocolate bar.
You followed his gaze and chuckled. “So it turns out this is a bribe."
"It could be."
"Ha! You're up to something, I can feel it." For a second, you swear you saw his eyes widen and he turned pale, but it could have just been your imagination. "But whatever, I'm game."
Alhaitham had an arrogant grin on his face. “See you at Monday then.” He didn't even deny it, only then turned his shoes on walking towards the exit.
You didn't miss a single detail when you told this to your friends. See? It's not just you who feels weird about his sudden change in attitude. Your girls warned you to be careful with him, some told you to change partners—speculating that he might be trying to abduct or kill you, adding your tragedy to the long list of criminal cases that are made into documentaries on Netflix. You doubt it though.
Monday came like in the blink of an eye. Or maybe your weekend was so much fun that you forgot you partnered with Alhaitham.
The second he landed his eyes on you entering the room, Alhaitham cleared his throat. He had spent the weekend finishing ten romance books to find out what makes someone fall in love fast. Today was the day he put it all into practice. He will claim his first position soon.
Maintaining eye contact.
"Hey." You greet him, take a seat next to him, and place your bag at your feet. "How was your weekend?"
"It was fine." Alhaitham replied.
You give a brief nod. He's still looking at you, giving you a chance to take in more detail of his eyes. It not only had a turquoise color, an amber hue surrounded its pupils. College life has not left any traces on his flawless skin. You won't deny that he was given a gift in the form of handsome face.
Alhaitham was still staring at you, as if you were an alien. Feeling uncomfortable, you look straight ahead hoping he will do the same.
Fourteenth second and he's still at it, you're starting to think you have something in your face. You take out your phone, open the camera app and find nothing. Maybe he wanted to ask something? You return to Alhaitham to confirm.
"Do you have anything to say?" you ask.
Alhaitham blinked then replied, “Sure.”
Sure? You don't know how to respond to that. "What do you want to say?" You rest your cheek on your palm.
"Just.." Alhaitham tried to remember the next step.
2. Touch them more often.
Alhaitham stretched out his hand quickly. A second later you feel warmth slightly touching the skin of your ear. He just tucked a strand of your hair away from your face. Alhaitham just tucked a strand of your hair away from your face. Maybe he's a perfectionist, disliking messy things like your hair that you rush into ponytail for fear of missing the bus. But, you really didn't expect this at all.
"Uhh.. thanks." You force a smile, shifting slightly away from him.
Maybe it's true what your friends say about him planning to kidnap you.
Meanwhile in his mind, Alhaitham mistook your wary demeanor as shyness. He suppressed a smile. He had doubts about the usefulness of the romance books, yet they paid off. It won't take you long to slip into his trap.
Professor Aabid's classwork is more difficult than one might imagine. Fortunately, two weeks were given to complete it. You and Alhaitham often meet to discuss paper material, which later leads to visiting your house as a comfortable place to work on it. Weekends with your friends are replaced by being with him. Books and laptops are now preferred over late-night karaoke.
A pen was placed on the carpet. You take a deep breath before stretching, feeling relieved after relaxing the tense muscles caused by your sitting posture. Alhaitham approached the table and set two mugs on the floor table.
You smell the sweet scent. "What's this?" You take one.
"Hot chocolate." He replied, drinking his own.
One of your eyebrows is raised. "Not coffee? Are you sure this won't make us sleepier?” you ask.
Alhaitham put down his glass which is now half down. "The only way to get rid of exhaustion is to sleep. Just go to sleep if you're tired; I'll continue the next page.” He pulled the laptop closer to him.
“Really? Are you saying that to sound nice or do you really mean it?”
"Stop asking stupid questions." He fixed his eyes on the laptop screen.
You straighten your sitting posture. “Oh, come on. Can't you just smile or laugh once?” you protest.
Alhaitham's fingers stopped typing. A line he remembered from one of those romance books flashed in his mind. The third step to make someone fall in love: smile more often.
You see him turn to you, lips curling into a smile. It complimented him well, really well. His hand stretched out. But this time he wasn't aiming for your strands or your ears. He placed his palm on the top of your head and ruffled it gently.
"Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up later.”
Yes, Alhaitham thought. This should be enough for her to fall—
His train of thought was interrupted when you took his hand and cupped it in front of your face. Thumb moved in a circular manner across his calloused fingertips. Compared to his, your skin is incredibly warm. Are you flirting with him? Before Alhaitham could have his answer, he watched as your lips curved into a smile wide enough to lift your cheeks.
"Okay." you answer. "Would you be fine alone?”
Alhaitham quickly and abruptly pulled his hand away. He immediately pretended to be focused on the laptop, his one free hand hiding his lips behind it and muttering: "I told you to stop asking stupid questions."
Another laugh from you and he doesn't like how his heart reacts to that. It was beating too fast, too different from normal. He knew he had no history of any illness, so why did his chest feel warm? He compared its warmth to your hands just now, and now he ends up thinking all about you.
You slept on the couch behind him. Alhaitham remained with his laptop and open book. Between you two is silence and a troubled heart.
The day before the deadline for submitting Professor Aabid's class assignments, the drizzling rain turned heavy. The usual clear sky was replaced with dark clouds that came in to block up the afternoon sun. Some students voiced their complaints, and others opened their umbrellas to flee. They concluded today would be a bad day.
Two people ran in an uneven pace beneath the man's black jacket. In the midst of the puddles that spread across the campus grounds, they no longer care if their shoes end up dirty later. You closely hold onto your freshly printed papers for fear that the rain will hit it and cause the ink to smear. Meanwhile, Alhaitham puts a hand on your shoulder guiding you to take shelter under the roof of one of the biology department buildings.
“Phew!” You let out a sigh of relief after checking your documents were safe.
Alhaitham glanced at you. "Are you alright?" He asked, worry was in his voice, but you failed to notice.
“Yeah,” You held up the brown envelope high. “the envelope got wet but, the rest was fine.”
"I asked about you, not the documents."
"Oh." After saying that, you let out a laugh—one that made Alhaitham hold his breath hoping it would stop the warmth that was seeping into his cheeks and chest. “It's just rain. The worst-case scenario is when I wash my shoes later."
Now that you mention it, those turquoise eyes can't help but steal a quick peek at your dirt-stained white shoes. He checked his and realized that it wasn't as awful as yours—possibly because the materials you two had were different. Not only that, he also realizes the size differences between your feet and his.
"We can always go to the shoe wash." Alhaitham suggested.
You seem interested in the idea. "And go for ice cream after?"
A smile automatically crawled onto his face after hearing that. He's been smiling a lot lately. "Sure." He replied, watching you squeal with joy.
The heavy raindrops were still falling onto the ground. Although the wind wasn't very strong, it was enough to cause shivers in people who had previously been drenched. Alhaitham noticed it in you. He swiftly wrung his black jacket and draped it over your shoulders.
"What about you?" you ask.
Alhaitham shook his head. "I can manage." The lie came out smooth. In reality, you catch him repeatedly rubbing his hands trying to keep himself warm.
So you took his hand, too suddenly and unexpectedly. He watched you bring it to your lips, felt the touch of your warm breath on his skin. His heart missed a beat. Something stirred in his stomach and Alhaitham didn't like one bit of it. He picks up a lot of details about you—from how your lips curl while you blow another warm air on his fingers to the strands of your wet hair tickling your cheeks.
The first step to make someone fall in love: maintain eye contact.
For some reason, he had a hard time doing it now. Every time he made an effort, his heart would continue to race and his hands would feel the need to have you beneath his touch—in his arms. His eyes will first go down your cheek, nose, and cupid's bow before settling on your lips. Shimmering lipgloss around your lips. Maybe one day he'll be able to taste it?
Alhaitham's thoughts stopped. What kind of desire just grew in his chest?
The smile that you’re now carving doesn't help the situation either. It came like a sea of roses, and Alhaitham didn't even like roses. But, if it looks like you—smells like you; then the thing he wanted to do was dive into it and never surface again.
Oh, now he understands.
Whole lines from the romance books he had read for his grand plan came back like boomerangs. Instead of making you fall in love, he fell in love. Instead of stealing back his ranking, he ended up being the one who got stolen.
This kind of feeling... he didn't know what to do with it.
Before Alhaitham could find the answer, the rain had died down. You turned around with a happy face, releasing his hand slowly (he wished he could still feel your skin on his). Your voice says about turning in assignments early, perhaps Professor Aabid will be kind enough to give you some extra credit. However, what Alhaitham can focus on is your figure stepping under the rays of the sun slowly coming out of the clouds that has finished its misery.
Alhaitham is conflicted about today. His feelings was left unspoken.
You did not show up to campus the next day. Alhaitham was at the front of the class when he received your message saying that you were sick and unable to attend class.
The old Alhaitham will take this opportunity to return to being the best in class and not give you any notes from the lecturer's explanation. The new Alhaitham has already started turning his shoes and sprinting towards the exit while he's fiddling with his cell phone sending you a message that he'll be here soon.
When he arrives at your apartment door, his index finger presses the bell button in agitation. Did you get sick from the rain?
When the door swings open, Alhaitham immediately scans you. Slightly messy hair, flushed face, hoarse voice as you call his name and ask why he’s here. It seems you were sleeping, so you didn't read his message. Regardless, Alhaitham made his way inside after closing the door.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Shouldn't you be in class?"
"I left."
Your ears are deceiving you, right? If not, then what is the reason that made you hear Alhaitham say that he left the class? You glance at the digital clock not far from the kitchen and find it's too early for class to end.
"Wait.. did you just skip class?"
Alhaitham stopped fiddling with the medicines he bought after hearing your question. Silence fell between you. You think he'll never answer until he opens his mouth to say, "Maybe."
You sneeze before asking, "Are you serious?"
"I heard you got sick. So here I am."
Alhaitham answered too briefly for you to think he did this for no reason. After placing the meds on the counter, he rushes into your kitchen (as if he owns it). You were still standing there in silence—still unable to believe what was happening. He comes up to you with a glass of water.
"I bought you soup, in case you haven't eaten."
"So you're saying that you ditched class just to come here?" you ask.
A sigh escaped his lips as he turned around like he was avoiding something. "Still talking about that? Isn't my answer enough?" He replies too softly requiring you to concentrate a little more to hear him; your plugged ear doesn't help either.
"Yeah, I'm bringing that up because the Alhaitham I know will take this opportunity to beat me." You walk quickly towards him. "And you're acting weird right now, you know."
Alhaitham turned to you, and you swear your heart skipped a beat when you found something different in those turquoise eyes of his. You're not really sure what, though. The height difference makes you slightly look up to stare at him back. You don't know since when you took every detail of him, but you can't miss how his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows out of... nervousness?
Alhaitham? Nervous?
Whatever it is, it's starting to affect you as well.
Alhaitham stares at you, pausing at your lips before returning to your eyes. “Are you going to make me say it?” His voice was soft, as if he was reading a secret love letter.
Now it's your turn to swallow. “.. Say what?”
"That I like you."
In that second, your breath caught. Your eyes burn from not blinking, but you're too frozen in place to do that. Your jaw is slack. His words have a way of warming your heart, or is it the gaze he still gives you? Beautiful turquoise color.. which is now only focused on you as if you were the only thing ever made in the universe.
“.. What?”
“I like you.” He repeated without complaining.
Now that he has said it more clearly, you can't help but stare at his flushed cheeks. You know exactly yours aren’t much different from his. Did Alhaitham really just make a love confession? To you, out of all the people? Confusion has taken over your mind. You blink a few times to make sure you really aren't dreaming. Alhaitham just made a love confession. To you, out of all the people.
In contrast to the flushed cheeks and the awkward silence he maintained, Alhaitham stood with his usual stoic face. Your lips opened without a word coming out.
Alhaitham took a breath. "It wasn't planned." He took the opportunity to add. "I.. didn't expect it either."
So what he's trying to tell you is that falling in love with you wasn't part of his plan? You swallowed again, your throat quickly drying. It's as if he's saying that whatever it was you did to make him fall in love, it was enough for him to become lost in his own ambitions. Your chest is warm—ten times warmer than when the warm chocolate he made flows sweetly.
"Maybe I should give you an explanation. I don't want to cause any misunderstanding—no, I don't want you to misunderstand me.” Alhaitham sighed before continuing, “You must have realized from the beginning that I didn't approach you by chance or simply to apologize. Now that I've said it, you should be able to figure out what my failed plan was."
You smiled awkwardly, “.. My guess is you plan to make me fall in love with you and distract me for first place, but maybe it's just me too—”
"That's right. How did you know?"
His turquoise eyes were even more beautiful when they enlarged, as he was doing right now. Your laugh caused his cheeks to turn redder. “Well, those sweet gestures doesn't exactly fit your personality. And I swear I heard a few lines similar to those in this one romance book I read."
Alhaitham smiled faintly. "Guess I shouldn't waste my time on all of that, huh?"
Another laugh escaped your lips. "Do you regret it now?" you ask.
"Regret what?"
“Do you regret falling in love with me?”
Alhaitham blinks, two seconds later gives you a shake of the head. "Oddly enough, no, I don't regret it." He shook his head again. "I don't regret it at all."
You take two steps forward. “Good,” you said, tiptoeing up to his face. From this distance, those turquoise eyes looked more beautiful. "Because I wouldn't be helping you with your pick-up lines if it weren't for me."
One push and your lips were on his. He kisses back, placing his big hand behind your head to deepen the kiss. Your fingers find a way to crawl on his broad chest covered in his tight shirt. Without breaking the kiss, he moved closer to press you against the kitchen counter.
You're the first to let go for a breath and say, “W-wait, I have a cold. What if you—"
A quick kiss to silence you. "Don't worry, I bought us a lot of medicine." He said, voice deep and husky.
Alhaitham took off his denim jacket, threw it carelessly and kissed you again—this time more passionately. He directed his lips to the crook of your neck. Your legs hooked around his waist as you feel his breath on your skin.
He plans to steal, but instead ends up getting stolen. But, that's fine. He will gladly let you steal whatever from him, so go ahead and do it.
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BLOOMING DAY
blooming day . . . day nine
note . . . AAAAAH 👹👹 i took a break from tumblr but i'm back!!! i'm so happy i can write again now <3 sorry for the wait and i hope you guys will enjoy itttt. ⚠️ mini mention of food towards the end?
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as much as hanbin couldn't stop thinking of the words you threw to him before running away from the laundromat, he couldn't stop thinking about the fact you were having a date with another hanbin today.
now, it was more than official, park hanbin had a crush on you. he never actually acted upon it before knowing sung hanbin also had a crush on you. did he really stand a chance against him? he was pretty sure he didn't, but your reaction when he asked you if you like the campus it boy was his sign to try something with you.
you loved park hanbin's dedication to dance, and park hanbin's dedication to dance was quite literally taking 97% of his time. he would come late to class because of this, he would head home late because of this, he would overwork himself because of this.
so it was only natural that he forgot about you guys' first date because of dance.
you sat there, waiting at the cafe he choose : the one where sung hanbin worked. it was totally on purpose that the dancer choose this place, secretly wanting to show his rival that any chance he could have had with you were now non-existent. but here you were, sitting alone, waiting for him as his said rival looked at you from afar.
after fifteen minutes passed with no sign of park hanbin, and that means not even a text, you started getting second thoughts. even if most people wouldn't care about your presence here, you were more than convinced that everyone knew that you were getting stood up by your date. nervously, you played with your fingers, looking at them as you considered leaving.
suddenly, the sound of a tray being put on your table was heard. you looked up to the waiter, aka sung hanbin, who gave you a drink with his well-known smile.
"i didn't order anything yet" you said.
"that's on me." he just replied.
"are you pitying me 'cause you know my date stood me up?"
"i'm hitting on you because i know your date stood you up."
you sighed heavily, letting your head fall on your arms, crossed against the table. hanbin looked around, looking for the presence of the other hanbin. he was still not here.
"would you mind me sitting down with you?" hanbin gently asked, looking at you still pitifully hiding your face in your arms.
"yeah, go ahead, make my day worse."
despite your words being harsh, he could read you were being inviting, which was different from before. did your discussion with him yesterday made you change your mind on him? carefully, hanbin took a sit on the chair facing you.
hearing him sit down, you raised your head to look up at him, before straighting up to sit properly. you shifted your gaze from hanbin to the drink he made, noticing he remembered what you ordered last time. unconsciously, a smile crept onto your face, making it finally light up. you took a sip from it before thanking him.
"so. did you finish your shift?"
"i should be done with it in 10 minutes."
"i'll leave in 10 minutes then." you said, taking another sip of the sweet drink.
"you're going home?"
you nodded. exams were going still far, but you knew they will come faster than what you expected. medical studies were hard enough to make you a hardworking person, despite not being interested in it at all. you just don't want to fail.
"uhm. i gotta study a bit since i took a day off from work today." you explained.
"still... it's a shame to simply go home when you made yourself look that pretty for your date."
what was supposed to be received as a compliment made hanbin earn a kick in the shin under the table.
"stop reminding me of this!" you dramatically cried out after the boy in front of you let out an "ouch!".
"i'm sorry okay! i just wanted to call you pretty."
"well, thank you." you said looking away.
as you took another sip of the drink, you didn't know hanbin was internally gathering up all his courage to ask you out on a date. questions were restraining him. what if it was too early? what if you're gonna feel like he's doing it out of pity? what if you laugh in his face? and then, he remembered jiwoong's word. "there's no way you can fall any lower". and he was right in fact, hanbin had nothing to lose. that's why he cleared his voice and decided to talk.
"but, you know, i could take you out on a date right now so your efforts for today won't go to waste."
but this is the exact moment where you phone started ringing. park hanbin. you looked at sung hanbin with hesitation, not knowing if you should take the call or not.
"you're not answering?" you were not sure if he was asking about giving an answer to his question or an answer to the phone call.
"it's him" you simply said.
"oh."
internally, hanbin wished you wouldn't take the call and would focus on him. you were still hesitant about whether or not you should take the call, considering the fact he had left you here waiting for half an hour. but you really wanted to know what he had to tell you.
but you missed his call now, because you took too long to answer. that's when you received a text.
sung hanbin was waiting for you to acknowledge his presence again when you suddenly took your eyes off of your phone.
"i gotta go. thank you for staying with me."
"oh, you're leaving?" he said, disappointment obvious in his voice.
"yeah. go home safely, hanbin."
and once again, hanbin got rejected for another hanbin, because you decided you would much rather sit down on the floor with another one in a stinky dance room than to go on a date with him. what if this was is villain origin story? he didn't know. but he still felt like he did some progress with you today.
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I see @eponymous-rose doing these sometimes and I've always thought it was so much fun, so here's a Day in the Life of a clinical Associate Professor™. For reference, I've been seeing patients & teaching at my current university since finishing my residency almost a decade (!!!!!) ago.
9:30 - 10:00 - Precious precious office hours, spent answering emails from students, colleagues, and a guest speaker from a national organization I'm trying to coordinate an event for in two weeks. Everything's lined up except the venue (all our regular lecture halls are booked), and of course we discover this just outside his window to refund his airline tickets. Rats.
10:00 - 12:00 - Clinical lab! I'm coursemaster for two complex lecture/lab courses in the spring (protip: never let admin do this to you), so right now I spend most of my week in the classroom. Friday AMs are my advanced procedures lab, & today the students are doing intradermal and subcutaneous injections of the forearm and eyelid. This course can be really scary for them, so I go to a lot of effort to get them mentally and emotionally prepped, practicing approach and needle manipulation, etc. All of them do wonderfully, and even after cleanup and taking the biohazard bag down to disposal, I'm out on time.
12:00-1:00 - Guest faculty candidate lecture! Our full-time faculty has been down by about five people for a few years, and we also have three more of our remaining full-timers out on medical leave until late February, so we are hurting for help. This applicant gives a phenomenal talk on diversity and optometric scope across the several continents she's taught in over the last twenty years. It's an extraordinary talk and I honestly learn more geography than I expected.
1:00 - 2:30 - Lecture! Advanced procedures lecture to the third-year class, usually the only barrier between them and their weekend. I really like today's lecture and it goes well, and even the chronic dozers in the side seats stay awake.
2:30 - 2:45 - Intended to be an interview/tour with the faculty applicant, except here comes the first wrench. Just as she gets to my office, the colleague delivering the speaker lets me know she's having tech trouble with her Zoom-in guest lecturer and also there's a very upset student in the hall outside the classroom. I go down with her right away; student is okay, just got some very bad news, and when I'm sure they're settled with their friends & support system I help the colleague with the tech.
2:45-3:10 - Tour finally happens! The students we encounter are chipper and cheerful (not always the case in practical season!).
3:10-4:00 - Meeting with my clinic coordinator to prep for next week's practicals. My other big course this semester caps with a high-stakes clinical entrance exam; in essence, the students must perform a complete, independent eye examination from start to finish, and they can't enter clinic with "real" patients until they pass. The setup & scheduling for this practical (which runs over three weeks) is probably the most complicated logistical nightmare of my year. However, my coordinator is amazing, and within the hour she has a detailed list of both her tasks and mine and will report back as each prep step is done.
4:00-5:00 - Desperately trying to finish this schedule, answer my most urgent calls from patients, and finish some time-sensitive grading. Another colleague comes by and asks what I thought of the guest speaker, and when I say I didn't get much time in my interview with her, she suggests I tag along to the faculty dinner with her tonight at 5:45. A fantastic idea! I'll just wear what I have on, yeah?
The faculty dinner is at a five-star steakhouse. I'm wearing scrubs and a pullover.
It's okay, I have time to make it home and change! I can make it!
5:15 - I accidentally overwrite 90% of my completed schedule with an old, mostly blank copy, and don't realize it until after saving multiple times (I was on a different tab in the spreadsheet).
5:15 - 5:45 - Meticulously recreate the schedule as quickly as I can. I've already emailed out some assignments to the students, so I can't start over from scratch (which would have honestly been faster). Finally finish & send out the details to needed parties.
5:45 - 6:35 - race home, feed the dog, change into slacks and my favorite blazer, race out to the steakhouse.
6:35 - 8:30 - I arrive just before the salads come out, hallelujah! I have the best steak I've ever eaten in my life, as well as have a fantastic conversation with the candidate and the other faculty. The time honestly flies by, and when I realize what time it is I'm feeling very guilty about leaving the dog. Still, I'm sure she'll be a fantastic fit for the program, and it's honestly a relief to have my questions about some of her experience answered.
8:50 - home at last, at last!
8:51 - I discover my fly has been unzipped all night.
8:52 - 9:00 - I indulge in paroxysms of shame until I rationalize that the restaurant was incredibly dim, I was sitting the whole time, and my undies are also black. It's fine. It's fine. It's fine.
9:00 - now - hot bath, a book of poetry, and a double bourbon. After today, I feel like I've earned it.
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Where The Skies Are Blue
(Mira Kano x Reader)
part 1 here (Queen of a Heart)
*image creds to the owner
Word count: 1.047
"So, if you ever need a fool
Who will give you a love so true
You can always find me where the skies are blue"
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The post meteor scenario was concerning. The hospitals were full, many gravely injured or with the unknown threat of developing further conditions.
Which is why you had to stay for two more weeks after waking up in the hospital and having a roommate of sorts.
Tho you worried for the woman next to you, wishing for her to be well.
Day 1
"Hi…the nurses told me that talking to you may help your recovery, so here I am." You weirdly chuckled and continued. "I know you don't know me and it must be pretty weird to be listening to a strange voice but I thought it would be nice to read something for you, so…here goes 'The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo'. It's a good book I promise."
Day 3
"We're done with Evelyn, hope you liked it, it's one of my favorites. And since you can't protest against my choice of literature, today will be 'Me Before You', get ready for a trilogy."
Day 9
"Even I have to admit the other two books were not that good, so it's okay if you want to murder me after my choices. However, for your happiness I should be leaving in a few days, my exams are coming out fine, therapy is well…therapy."
Day 10
"I wanted to read a book to you, but I'm worried that it's too sad, I don't want to make things worse. So we can try 'The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics', it's good too."
Day 12
"I made new friends today, they were in the whole meteor accident too. We hung out in Ann's room, 'cause she is also bedridden, but Kuina and Chishiya can walk around freely. If you ever hear chaos, it's them."
Day 13
"The doctors told me you're okay, at least physically. I hope you wake up."
Day 14
"I asked one of the nurses about you, I couldn't handle my curiosity. They told me you're a psychiatrist, which is really cool by the way. Maybe you can continue your career once you wake up."
Day 15
"Today is my last day and you still haven't graced me with your voice, I'm truly hurt right now, you should wake up to apologize, just saying."
You sighed with defeat once there was no response and left the room to say goodbye to Ann. Kuina and Chishiya left a couple days ago, so we've already been through that. It's not a forever bye, we still see each other, just no more food heist.
When you returned to the room in order to finish packing up, the woman was awake. You were shocked but stayed on the door to not intrude during the exams.
When the medical team left you still stood awkwardly on the door. The woman just raised her eyebrows in a silent mockery and waited for you to enter the room.
You quickly introduced yourself to her, not mentioning the past couple weeks as to not scare her, and explained why you were cleaning up your side. She didn't say anything for a while.
"So you're leaving?"
To say you jumped in place was an understatement, but recomposed yourself. "Yeah, I've served my time here." You said, attempting a joke.
But she just looked slightly annoyed.
"The nurses mentioned you were reading for me, I don't remember that."
"Oh, it's okay, it was probably bad anyways, I just didn't want you to be alone."
You smiled and sat back on the bed.
"Read for me tonight."
Therefore, you started showing up everyday to see her, mostly to read a book but sometimes you brought flowers or tea. It became a habit to visit her, one you always looked forward to.
Day 20
Today you brought her a chess game. After reading "A Monster Calls" you both thought it was best to take a break. This was how you found out that she was extremely competitive. Even going as far to accusing you of cheating during times she won the game.
Day 21
Chess was more stressful than you expected, so you decided for a movie day. You introduced her to the classical "The Mummy" and she pretended to hate it.
Day 22
You had a fight, to be more exact Mira fought you. She hated tardiness and you were an hour late, of course there was a reason but the woman was too angry to care, simply leaving you out of her room.
Mira was nervous. Ever since she woke up you had been a constant, always trying to improve the days.
Being stuck to a bed was infuriating, having to attend therapy was more pointless. Mira knew what was going on, she studied and saw it countless times, no reason for all of these sessions with a stranger.
But you were there.
She tried to find a reason for your presence, some ulterior motive, maybe a disorder. There was nothing.
Three days weren't a long time, so why did she feel this way, this weird sense of familiarity.
When you were late Mira thought you had left. So when you showed she felt immense relief.
That's why she kicked you out, she got scared of what these feelings might mean. Finding it better to end before getting too attached.
Day 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28
You kept visiting her, telling stories from the door, humming or just sitting there. She didn't let you in during those days.
Ann kept telling you to give up but something begged you to try again, so you did.
Day 29
You started talking through letters under the door. She would ask questions about you and you would respond honestly with also small drawings.
Day 30
Mira let you in. It was her last day in the hospital. You helped her organize the room and move back to her apartment in the capital. Making quick stops at diners for milkshakes.
Day 31
It was the first official date.
You took her to play croquet, she never looked happier…and she won every single time.
Day 60
Your visa to stay in Japan was ending since you didn't have a medical condition anymore.
Mira took you to the park for a picnic.
Day 70
Mira asked you to stay.
Day 71
You stayed.
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Proxy in Command (Creepypasta x Reader) Chapter 51
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Slenderman rubbed his temple in distress as he listened to the conversation the pastas were having in the living room.
"What are we going to do if she doesn't wake up?" Jeff yelled at the others who were in the room.
Slenderman stared at the ground as his thoughts consumed him. She's been unconscious for two weeks, and Zalgo attempted to murder her a week ago. E.J had made it clear if she doesn't wake up today, it'll be less likely that she ever will. The pastas were slowly losing hope including Slenderman and his brothers. After all, she wasn't showing any signs that she would wake up soon.
Slenderman couldn't bear to think about her death. He knew he was the cause of it and was already paying the price. It was one thing being told she died and her dying in front of him was another. He didn't want to think what would happen if she took her last breath.
If she woke up, Slenderman promised himself that he would set her free after Zalgo dies. He had forced her to stay and serve him, not thinking about what she would have wanted if she wasn't his proxy. He just needed to make sure she wouldn't run into danger.
He looked up at the pastas who were patiently waiting for his reply. It was another reminder he would set them free as well once Zalgo is killed. If that meant he would be living alone in the mansion, he would accept that fate. It's what he deserved after all.
"For now we can all just patiently wait for her awakening. As much as I wish she wakes up soon, we have to prepare for the worst."
The pastas stood silent at what he had said. Neither of them was prepared to say goodbye to her for good.
"She's known to make grand entrances," Masky broke the silence. "From her coming back from her mission after we thought she died in the explosion, from her revealing her presence when Zalgo influenced her, and then her being by the doorstep. I would be surprised if she can pull it off though."
Slenderman stood up, avoiding his gaze toward the pastas. "If you excuse me, I'll be in my office until E.J finishes running exams for Y/N. I'll be in her room for the remainder of the day." He picked up the book he was reading off the table and walked away from the group.
The image of her dying in his arms, flooded in. For years he believed her death would mean little to nothing to him. He realized too late what was at stake though. Not only would he be miserable, but the pastas and his brothers would be too. She couldn't die. He wouldn't let her.
He rested his forehead on the office door. Taking a deep breath, he tried to get rid of that horrific image that haunted him. There was blood in his hands as he held her corpse. Her lifeless eyes stared back at him as Zalgo's laughter got louder each second.
He tightly twisted the doorknob and dropped his book at the sight in front of him once he had opened the door.
"Y/N?"
I sighed as I kept my gaze on his desk for a few seconds before turning around to glare at him.
"You shouldn't be here, you're supposed to be resting in bed."
I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms in front of my chest and leaned my lower back onto his desk. "Last time I checked, I'm not marked by you so I don't have to follow your stupid orders."
Slenderman tilted his head to the side. He was caught off guard by my response. "Y/N you've been out for two weeks. You cannot expect your body to be as strong as it was."
"Don't pretend as if you care."
"I do!"
A small smirk formed on my lips as I recalled what I heard after Zalgo stabbed me. I mocked him, "Punish me, not them! Don't let him win! We need you Y/N! I need you." We both stood there in silence as we didn't take our gazes off each other. "For a few seconds, I actually believed you-"
"I'm so sorry Y/N."
I kept my blank expression as I let him continue.
"I made several mistakes and you paid the price for it. I regret thinking so low of you, you didn't deserve it. I let my ego get the best of me to the point I made stupid decisions."
I gulped before taking a deep breath.
"How is it possible that Zalgo, who is my enemy, showed more compassion than you ever did? It's understandable what he did to me in the end because everyone's patience is limited but he was patient for years!" I moved my gaze to the books as I shrugged my shoulders. "I shouldn't be surprised. He had more patience when he taught me how to use weapons unlike you."
"What? He had contact with you before?"
A sigh escaped from my lips. "That doesn't concern you."
"But it does! When did he start talking to you?"
"Why did you kill my parents?" I growled, changing the topic.
"No Y/N, when did he-"
"WHY DID YOU KILL MY PARENTS!" I stomped my foot.
Slenderman stood there in silence before shaking his head. "I didn't kill them."
Closing my eyes, I felt my patience running thin. "So you're going to keep lying and claim they left me in the forest?"
"Y/N-"
"It's funny how for years I stood in your spot and bowed down in front of you because I held so much respect and appreciation, only for me to find out it was all a lie."
"Y/N please."
"Why did you kill them?" I repeated.
"I didn't kill them. Someone else did."
"Who did?" I slammed my hands onto the table.
He hesitated before answering, "I can't tell you."
"So you still don't trust me?"
"I do!"
I turned around to grab a random paper he had on his desk. Raising my other hand, I gave myself a paper cut on my pinky, only to see red blood coming out.
"Clearly you do," I sarcastically said as I placed the paper back on the desk. "I nearly died because you didn't trust me."
Flashbacks from Zalgo whipping my back flooded my mind, making me cringe. I could still feel his whip marks on my back. His words still haunted me.
"Don't die out of blood loss." He smirked. "Or do, it doesn't matter, I can always torture your soul and revive you. I hope that you know you won't be able to escape from here. I just have to depend that you'll someday get Stockholm syndrome."
I didn't want to imagine what would have happened if I died. Being stuck in the under realm with Zalgo for a hundred years wasn't exactly ideal, especially the plans he had with me.
"After I killed half of his army, I stabbed him in the heart just as you said. For the first time, I felt joy but it was all crushed when I saw him smirking as he healed his wound. I grew into a state of shock. I felt so helpless, he took that as an advantage and hurt me. I nearly died because you lied to me."
He stood there silent, not knowing what else to say. He knew he couldn't say much because I wouldn't believe or listen to him in the first place.
"It's a shame really", I broke the silence. "What I'm about to do will affect the others, but I'm not certain how it'll affect you."
He stayed silent as I slowly walked in front of him, not breaking eye contact.
"You're pathetic," I spat before walking past him. Just as I was about to leave the room I turned my head to the side. "If you follow me, I won't hesitate to kill you. Mark my words Slenderman."
Once I was out, I slammed the door shut and proceeded to walk through the hall.
I couldn't stay here any longer. I had to leave and take matters into my own hands. I couldn't rely on Slenderman to kill Zalgo. I was determined to fulfill my destiny.
Ben came out of the living room and saw me heading toward him. "Y/N's awake!" He announced to the others.
"She has been for a while," E.J added as he barely went downstairs.
I ignored them both as I headed towards the door. I was a couple of feet away when Slenderman appeared behind me.
"Y/N, you can't leave."
I turned around to look at him and saw the pastas coming out of the living room and the Slender brothers on top of the stairway.
I smirked. "Now that everyone is here, why don't you tell them how you wanted to kill us all in the end?"
Masky looked at the other two proxies. "I thought we already went through this?"
Back when I was under Zalgo's influence, we had brought this up. The pastas defended him, not realizing he was quiet for a reason.
"You guys answered for him, he didn't say anything," I reminded them as I glared at Slenderman.
"Y/N, stop." He begged.
"No Slenderman! They deserve to know the truth!"
Slenderman looked at the ground in shame. He couldn't keep his secret any longer.
"I did, but that was before I realized-"
The pastas groaned at his response. They were frustrated that they were lied to as well. They all had defended him only to find out it was a lie.
"Let's not forget how you didn't tell them immortality didn't work in the under realm and you lied to us when you said Zalgo would die with a stab in the heart."
The slender brother looked at each other with disappointed expressions. They knew this was going to happen sooner or later. Slenderman's army had begun to fall starting with me.
I was about to twist the doorknob when Slenderman said something I never expected. Something my younger self dreamt of hearing for years.
"I love you, Y/N. You can't leave us."
I stared at the door as I remembered all those times he would yell and punish me for my mistakes back when I was younger. He wanted to turn me into an emotionless machine that did all his dirty work. There was no way I was going to forgive him this easily.
"It took you longer than with Sally to realize that." I turned my head to look at him while I still held the door knob with my hand. "Funny how you were afraid I was going to follow your previous proxy's footsteps. I hope you're happy you lost your first two proxies due to your mistakes."
Sally came out from behind Splendor with her eyes watery. I softened my gaze when I saw her. As much as I wanted to bring her with me, I knew I couldn't. I couldn't steal her happiness away nor did I want to endanger her.
"I'm so sorry Sal. I hope one day you'll understand why I did this and you're able to forgive me."
I twisted the doorknob and left without looking at their expressions. I couldn't or else I would be tempted to stay.
It was wrong for me to leave but it had to be done. I wasn't going to put them in danger so that I could kill Zalgo. I wasn't like Slenderman.
This battle would be different. I was now prepared for whatever Zalgo was going to hit me with. The only difference was, he wasn't going to succeed this time. I was going to make sure of it.
Slenderman stared at the door before looking at his brothers in the stairway.
Trender sighed as he shook his head. "We told you this was bound to happen, brother."
"Never mind that. You wanted to kill us at the beginning!" Jeff exclaimed.
"Good thing you didn't find me," Dark muttered to Ben.
"It all changed once Y/N left for her mission." Slender tried to reason. "When we thought she died, I realized I couldn't stand the thought of losing you guys."
"That still doesn't explain what she meant by the first two proxies." Masky pointed out.
Slenderman snapped his head towards his brothers. Something had been bothering him ever since she had mentioned it.
"You don't think she's been talking to him, do you?"
The brothers looked at each other while Splendor avoided his gaze. He knew something he didn't want to admit. At least, not now.
Slenderman was about to say something but immediately felt shivers run up his spine. He turned his gaze at the door as fear struck in.
"Slendy, what's wrong?" Trenderman asked, noticing his movements.
"Zalgo is here."
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day 1/100
14.11.2022 || Hello again, it's been a while. Things have gotten a little out of hand in the last few weeks so I've decided to start another 100 days of productivity challenge because stuff is happening in my life and I neeeeeeed to focus.
I was doing pretty well until I decided to take a break from studying for a couple of days to finish knitting my hat, which turned into two weeks (such a stupid idea) (at least it's a very nice hat). Then I got a cold (not covid) and wasn't able to attend lectures for a week. So I'm VERY behind on almost everything.
Right now I'm about to take a Germanic Philology exam. Considering how I prepared for it, I'm either going to ace or epically bomb, no in between. If I don't pass, I will be able to retake it in January. So it's important that I pass but otherwise, there is always January.
And that's today. After I'm done with the exam, I will spend the rest of the week editing a video for my sis' birthday. It's her present and, dog, it's going to take a bunch of time to finish it but I will.
Once that's done, I will need to start prepping for the German exam I'll take Jan/Feb/still unclear (I have a bunch of exercise sheets to do + write an essay about I don't even know what).
Once I'm done with that, it will be time to prepare for all my other exams, which for this semester are going to be: Germanic Philology (the oral part), Italian Literature, German 2, and then...
????
Ah, right, Modern History. I forgot the name of the course I'm supposed to be attending, that's peachy.
I need to buy the manuals for Italian Lit and Modern History and ask a friend to pass me her notes for Italian Lit.
Then I'll take my exams and hopefully pass all 4 of them. Then I'll need to start working on my dissertation.
Yes, I asked a professor if she would please be my supervisor (it was SO nerve-wracking) and she agreed! We won't start working on it together until May but I want to start researching on my own before that. The subject is going to be... Drum roll, please... Pride and Prejudice fanfictions. Which is bonkers, I didn't expect any professor would take me seriously but she actually agreed!
During the second semester, I will also need to write another essay for German 3 and I think another one for Portuguese? From what I've heard about the professor? There is no point in worrying about it until after my exams are finished so let's put a lid on that.
And in March I'm supposed to look for an internship.
Oh and in the middle of all this, I'm supposed to enrol in driving school and write various short stories and knit 2 frogs before Christmas and practice German and Portuguese every day.
BUT. KEEP CALM AND DRINK TEA. Most of this stuff is very far away in the future. Let's focus on today's exam and editing that birthday video.
Well, thanks for reading, I'll see you tomorrow, I guess.
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Divine Intervention
Hi all, I usually wouldn't post here as I'm not as involved in paganism as I used to be (I would say I still am pagan, however), much less online. I've always been a little more agnostic than actually believing the deities I work with are tangible beings, as I have a lot of trauma with fundamentalist Christianity and have a little distaste for literal faith, personally. Obviously, if you feel differently, that's perfectly valid. It's just how my spiritual journey has progressed over the years.
However, I just went through an experience that I genuinely feel was some sort of divine intervention.
I run a game development organization at my university, and over the last semester or so, a freshman I met became one of my best friends through this group (this will be important later). We'll call them Merry. Every Friday, after out meetings, a majority of the group goes out to dinner at a restaurant here in town. Because of Easter, we weren't going to have a meeting or our dinner this week. However, I truly think something intervened in my fate and put me exactly where I needed to be.
On Thursday, I was at my department's building, waiting to briefly meet with my advisor after he finished teaching a class. I almost didn't stay, because I had work soon after, but something just made me decide to stay anyway to meet with him. While I was waiting, Merry passed by me, and mentioned they had forgotten to take their medication and was heading back to their dorm to do so. Understandably, I was like "aw, that sucks" and then said "it's for epilepsy!" and I was obviously like "oh yes, go get that!"
I was supposed to go home for Easter weekend this Friday, to spend some time with my family. Since my university is 4 - 5 hours away from my hometown, I haven't been able to visit very often due to work and being extremely busy with my masters program. However, Thursday night, my parents called me to inform me that they had contracted COVID, and didn't think it was a good idea for me to come the next day. I was disappointed, but understood.
Because I was in town, although we couldn't have our weekly meeting, I decided to have dinner with the organization members who were still in town for the break. The other members (including Merry) decided to hang out later that night, and although they invited me, I wasn't sure I would go as well since I had a exam to take and was worried about being exhausted. However, I eventually decided to go last minute after I had completed the exam when my friend asked me I was going.
I showed up at 10:15p, and we hung out a little bit and eventually started watching a movie around 10:30p. Merry and my other friend were smoking, but I was sober since I have a drug screening for my medication coming up. I considered drinking that night, but once again, I decided last minute that I didn't really feel like it.
Merry had a seizure at exactly 11:00p. They stood up, collapsed, and started seizing. I was the only one who even knew they took seizure medication, and as my other friend panicked, I realized what was happening. Thankfully, I called 911 and I instructed my other friend to put Merry on their side. EMS came and we got them to a hospital and nothing severe happened other than a massive headache and some carpet burn from their fall, and obviously the hospital bills, but no money is worth someone's life.
I found out later from Merry's mom that they had only had one other seizure before - their doctor wasn't even sure if they had a seizure disorder or if it was a one-time occurrence, since they hadn't had any since. It wasn't something anyone was expecting, not even a little bit.
I realized today, that if all these things hadn't aligned weeks in advance, things may have gone terribly different. Not only could my other friend had been dealing with this situation on their own without any idea what was happening, but we probably would've never met for dinner if I hadn't been in town and thus my friends wouldn't be hanging out last night in the first place. Merry could've been in their dorm, where they no longer have a roommate. They could've had a seizure alone, and no one would've known. There's a very real possibility that they could've have died last night.
I am so grateful that things happened the way they did. And so many little situations occurred at just the right spots to ensure I never went home and was there in that moment.
I really feel like something knew I needed to be there for my friend. I'm really thankful, whoever you are.
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Hello ❤️ How are you? Did you drink enough water today?
HIII!!!!
I'm okay, trying to be fantastic but I'm reading a sad book and it's making me really sad (The C-word) because it's making me see this whole new perspective on everything.
Sadly, I didn't drink enough water today :(. I forgot because I was doing so many other things like reading, organising, watching the Ghost Whisperer, gym, cooking oh and I threw myself back into my old writing waters. I found these documents from 2020 and 2021 and a bit from 2022 and man,... I really do have a knack for this. I'm just trying to think of a good book idea to write but I always keep coming back to the idea of soulmates. I know I can pretty much write a good book but well,... fear... you know. I'm still going to do it. After I finish this book or this reply.
Also, I'm doing my drivers license because I finally passed my theoretical exam and now I'm driving and it's so MUCH FUN! And I adore my driver's instructor. Though he says I'm too fast but what do you expect. I wanna go broom broom. I'm the new Vin Diesela. Though I don't have a diesel, I am driving a Volkswagen T-Cross and UGH! So good, I swear. I love driving it but I'm still not used to its size. Doesn't matter.
Also tomorrow I start these relaxing workshop in the nearby psychiatric hospital, which I applied to in like February or something and appeareantly everybody loves them- which I totally agree with. I've been dealing with anxiety for about all my life but it really burst out last year, so much I had to start visiting a psyhcatrist and got some medicinal therapy. Now, I'm really excited about these workshops that will help me reduce stress and anxiety, later on I can finally get rid of these pills.
It's been good lately. Life has been treating me good. I'm over my ex and all the other people who hurt me from the past, I removed myself from toxic energies (except my family because you know... I still live here) but like yeah... I'm finally achieving my goals that I have been so terrfied to go after.
How are you? I want to hear all about it.
All the love <3
Titi
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hey bestie,
pls don't - seriously - worry it ain't a problem. and I wholly understand that y'all have lives outside of here and important things to do. as for the whole end of semester thingy, I ain't going to lie: I feel it deeply as I have gone through a zombie since february and right now I have finally finished my exams but my mind is just error 404.
(also bestie, I DID END UP listening TODAY to some songs of the new album - not everything because I am a bit sleepy from not sleeping much last night due to... you guessed it... anxiety, BUT I DID MAKE A SILLY LITTLE GRAPH THINGY WITH MY OPINIONS AND THOUGHTS ON THE SONG AND I SHALL SEND IT TO YOUR DMS) (hoping it won't sound creepy).
oh in all truth, I think that oftentimes men are capable of doing stuff - like if you don't know, there's always a silly tutorial to watch ugh -, they just don't want to do stuff and hence relegate it to women, feigning incompetence.
like today we had a few dudes coming for works at our uni apartment and the mess they left... like I get that it isn't their thing to clean up stuff and that they need to come tomorrow to paint the walls so they had no need to clean up as it'd get dirty, but they could have at least flushed the freaking toilette or maybe just dusted the toilette seat, since it was a mess of dust and I had to.
or another thing (can you tell I hate work being done while I am over?) is that we had this dude coming to check on the heater and he left all his dirty tissues and rags in the kitchen sink, although my roommate had brought to him a bin to put them I ugh... men and the tale of weaponized incompetence.
ok over onto my beef with house works being done, but YEAH men get so much for so little shit. like everybody is always amazed that my dad cooks for us, instead of my mom. and like... maybe he just likes cooking... which isn't inherently a woman's activities, although according to many 'women belong in the kitchen'... I just am amazed whenever men think that simply being human decent being brings them to be utterly gods.
(also your friend's boyfriend's story cracks me up because dude... there are literally canned soups that you just have to microwave... I... it isn't that difficult. and google is free.).
also we have a problem with feminicides as well, alongside a whole culture that tends to protect abusers (TW SA: like you have no idea of how many sa cases got pushed back because of stupid reasons, like e.g.: a girl leaving the door open to her assailant I ugh...).
so yeah, I'd love to be out at night and feel comfortable in my own skin and not have to worry about whether I'd come back home. I know many of my friends are really chill, but I don't know... my anxiety gets the best of me and past 9 p.m. I have to be in my bed. safe and sound.
(also I am truly sorry if these messages seem so heated, I don't - TRULY - know why, aside from feminine rage filling me wholly whenever such topics are brought up).
NO BESTIE, I GOTCHA WHOLLY ABOUT THE TRIPS AND WE HAVE THE SAME MENTALITY!
I didn't want to get too much into it, as I didn't want to use as free therapy, but my therapist literally told me that - no matter whether they are positive or negative - changes are truly exhausting and I felt every inch of that exhaustion.
also I do INDEED struggle a whole lot with things out of my own control as I ... might have... a few... control issues and I do hate being caught unprepared (especially from the food side of things, because it isn't a funny experience, although I know it might seem relatively stupid and of limited importance). but yeah, changes and huge sudden things aren't ever good and I do hope to maybe go back there TO MY OWN TERMS or at least with different expectations and a bit less control onto myself. I certainly have a far better experience underneath my belt.
(still, I have to admit that one of the funniest things was that one of the first conferences was to be had in a former asylum, and the fact was that it wasn't that ... bad. like it wasn't any way creepy if anything, it seemed like some place straight up of a fairytale or a summer villa).
also pls... bestie, don't worry about the fics. I, again, totally understand that y'all have lives and busy stuff to do. they aren't going to certainly run away so pls take all the time you need, although I can't wait to know what you'll think about them!
(but no pressure!).
no no, bestie, I GOTCHA! (are we the same person but in different fonts?) I also dread starting new TV series and I casually rewatch all the three same ones that I love and I now know by heart. mostly because I - EITHER - finish a series in a whole week or I start it, pause it and never get back to it. but yeah, starting new fics asks for a whole level of energy that I am not sure I have in this period, so I wholly understand yah.
(still, I shall check out 'dickensian' because from what I heard it seemed pretty cool).
also yeah... I think that the pacing does a whole lot about my liking for a book as well, and just by trying to read the plot of 'the blind assassin' it did seem like a whole lot to take in.
also can you believe I never read anything by stephen king?
it's mostly because I am a scaredy cat but I have always been curious about 'gerald's game' and also 'the salem lot' seems very interesting (you got me at the 'vampires'), so do let me know how you like it!
and oh gods, I hope you'll enjoy 'mexican gothic' and pls feel free to always chat me onto that as I truly love it! also I have been liking 'lady chatterley's lover' so far, although I haven't read all that much mostly because of uni stuff.
still, I can't believe how ... rowdy and audacious this novel was. like I know that it had some trouble being published for the explicit scenes but the whole ideology and themes behind it were definitely far more scandalous than I thought.
also, another thing is that the beginning there's this discussion about the fact that being intimate with somebody lessens the emotional love they feel for such somebody and I couldn't help but think that it's very similar to a concept expressed in a poem by catullus (a latin poet), where he says the infamous 'odi et amo' (I hate and I love you). which can be taken as both the typical antithetic view on love BUT ALSO, about the author's lessened emotional interest in a pure relationship with his lover and heightened favor for a sexual relationships. it's a whole interesting concept, I am a sucker of and when I read a similar reasoning in 'lady chatterley's lover' I was definitely giggling like the idiotic academic I am.
oh oh, I gotcha: I feel like joe was my last summer's obsession, ewan my autumn and winter's one and he keeps on being the one of spring, although during this summer, who knows which actor might I get attached to? (jack o'connel is growing onto me bestie). they certainly need to be british if I want the royal mail to send them.
(and yeah, like ewan is the babiest of my favorite actors, leave that man alone! haven't you seen the sweaty and oily glow of eternal youthood).
oh oh, I am glad you found both the series and although it might seem difficult, roman dialect isn't that terrible (although they have some strange ways for example: 'tagliarsi' - which is generally translated as 'cutting yourself' - means around rome 'having fun'. why? I don't know. it's super funny because there are so many different ways to say something, like to skip school it can be: 'fare bigia', 'fare filone', 'marinare la scuola' based on where you live in italy).
also I hope that you get back to your courses, but also give yourself some credit: you are learning a whole new - complex - language, while handling a life. not all people can do that and you can absolutely take a break from it.
and if you ever want to send me silly messages in italian, I am all for it! if anything your italian might be better than my own...
with this being said, I am off to doing a bit of stuff and then I hope that tonight I'll get a bit to myself to continue finally reading 'lady chatterley's lover' (I have reached to where clifford has asked her to have a baby, I am quite at the beginning as I have told you but hey...).
pls take all the time that you need to answer this and I hope you get to relax and enjoy life and most importantly daydream all you want about eddie and sorceress! reader.
have a lovely day!
-🌗
Error 404 is SO RIGHT, BESTIE! tbh I'm still feeling like that! some things came up that I need to do but I seriously don't have any more brain capacity at the moment because my brain is already in vacation mode, and thinking about my trip next week, but most importantly ON DANNY ELFMAN MODE! because I FINALLY GOT MY VISA, so it's super confirmed that I'm gonna see the goth grandpa! (although you already know this, but I feel the need to sneak this into all my conversations recently, so, apologies kdflkgjdjh) also, LOVED your graph thingy!! (another thing you know by now, but I really did) Anyway, onto my reply!
"they just don't want to do stuff and hence relegate it to women, feigning incompetence." Absolutely. And it freaking sucks to hear that you had to experience that because another thing I absolutely hate next to an incompetent man is people who simply do not respect your space. And this goes for people in general. My mom likes to invite her friends/colleagues to our apartment sometimes, and we only have two bathrooms, one that's my mom's that's inside her room, and the other in the hallway, which is mine, but because it's in the hallway, when we have visitors, that's the one they use. And I always have my things in order and spotless and when the visitors come UGHHHHHHHHHHH JUST, DROPLETS OF WATER EVERYWHERE, THEY USE UP ALL THE TOILET PAPER, THE HAND TOWEL IS JUST THROWN OVER THE SINK, JUST, A MESS! A MESS! And it's awful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! makes me wanna chew through the drywall when I go check my bathroom after they're gone, so I totally understand.
And also this whole rant about men feigning incompetence reminds me of my uncles (all of them, but especially the one that lives with my grandparents). Idk if I've mentioned it to you before, but part of the reason why my brain has been mush this year is that my grandma has been sick and requires 24/7 care because of brain damage. And my uncle literally lives in that house and STILL my grandpa had to hire a nurse (and a very important detail is that my grandpa, at 80 years old, STILL WORKS because of necessity, so hiring extra help puts a dent in his income) to be with them because this fucking man can't, for the life of him, lift a finger and help my grandpa take care of my grandma. Like, men will have egos so freaking big that they can't see past their own noses and put their comfort aside to help one another, it's way easier to feign incompetence. Anyway, long ass rant!! in conclusion: men that aren't fictional fucking SUCK. Which also ties into our respective problems with feminicides. Absolutely, we have the same culture here, that protects abusers. And the horror stories you hear about how women were treated are just awful to think about, and terrifying because you have this lingering fear that, you never know if it could happen to you, so you can't just freely walk around alone in the streets. Because we've both shared that we wanna get out of our countries, I truly hope it's something that can happen to us because, Idk if you feel like this too, but I feel like I'm missing out on so much stuff and my life is just slipping by because I can't do so many stuff because of my countries limitations. I hate feeling that way. It dawns on me that I'm gonna be 30 in a couple of years (and I know that by no means 30 is the end-all of your life), but I feel like I've missed out on life so much because of this.
Also PS. Never be sorry about heated messages, lmao!! I love that we can talk about silly AND serious things! And also, the thing about the food doesn't sound silly at all! Especially if it alters how you feel significantly. I feel so fed up and annoyed about things that maybe other people find insignificant and ridiculous but it's like, they're important TO ME and them being altered because of things out of my control affects ME. My mom is always on my case because of these sort of thing. I'll have meltdowns over things she finds absurd but it's like: you have a plan, or a predicted outcome, and when that outcome is altered, it's kinda like !!! your whole world shifts, I suppose. Like with my visa. They specifically told me: you'll be able to pick it up between 2-3 weeks. AND WE WERE ONTO THE FOURTH and I wasn't hearing from the consulate at all! In fact, the page where you can check the status of your application was probably malfunctioning because every time I logged in, it said 'your search did not return any data'. I was starting to panic because what if the application never came through? what if the visas are ready but because the data isn't showing, I won't know when to pick them up? and I had heard horror stories of that process taking up to 3 to 5 months, and I was already thinking that that was gonna be my case, so goodbye Danny Elfman and goodbye A7X. My mom was absolutely chill about it meanwhile I was losing it, because in my mind I already had a time frame set, and not only was I looking forward to seeing those shows to make up for my horrible year, but I'd have to resell the tickets and that was gonna be a whole mess to get into because I don't know many people that are into them, so I was thinking that I was going to lose my money if the visas didn't come in time. Anyway, yet another long ass rant!
OK BUT BESTIE I AM SO INTRIGUED ABOUT THE ASYLUM AND IT NOT BEING CREEPY, LIKE???? OUT OF A FAIRYTALE!?? I'M WHEEZING! How is that possible!???? I am so intrigued!
About The Blind Assasin, yeah it was A LOT and at the very beginning as well. It started very mystery/plot heavy in the first part, and then it shifts the pov in the second part and that's where the pace kinda slows down for me. Which, I get that's the intended effect because it's being told from the point of view of an old woman, but, just personally, that shift from super plot-heavy and intrigue, to the lady describing her day, kinda threw me off a little bit. And I don't doubt the intrigue and mystery will resume, but I'd rather just start another story because I know this will take me a while to finish, and I kinda wanna just read more books in general. I used to read so much when I was in high school and now I'm lucky if I finish (1) non-work related book a year. I'm really liking Salem's Lot!! BUT if you're new to Stephen King, I'd definitely recommend 'The Mist' which is super short, and not that scary in my opinion, so it would help to get a feel of his narrative style with a shorter story and see how you like it! The first book I read of his was 'Misery' because I'd seen the movie, and the book? omg. I wouldn't say that one's that scary either. It's more of a thriller. So those are the ones I'd recommend! From him, I also love 'Pet Sematary'. I think I might have liked that one more than Misery but that one is scarier.
ALSO!!!!!!!! I'M LOVING THE PARALELL YOU MAKE WITH 'LADY CHATTERLEY' And also love that you're enjoying it so far!!! AHH!! YES! I also was not expecting how rowdy it would be. For its time, I was expecting something a little bit tamer and like, classical? idk what word I'm looking for. But certainly not this. I was also very surprised to learn that D.H. Lawrence wasn't, in fact, gay, because of the way he speaks about the way men view pleasure, in a sort of, condemning and critical way? I was like, there's no way a MAN wrote this. No way. And also the way the sex scenes are described is so raw but honest, and the slow build of the relationship between Mellors and Connie is just something that the movie got totally wrong and that it glossed over completely. The movie stripped away all the grit from the novel!
When you say Joe was your summer obsession and Ewan autumn and winter? YES. PRECISELY THIS. And maybe this is why I'm slowly coming back to Joe because he just feels like a summer kind of love? Bestie you just put that sooo beautiful sdlkfgjslkdjg. Eddie sure feels like the summer kind of love, with the sun and the sea and the music blasting outdoors and going to concerts, while Ewan + Aemond feels like coziness and warm drinks and blankets as you curl up together to enjoy a calm evening. I'm sounding corny as hell, but hey.
Also let me be the down to fully push you into the Jack O'Connell love bestie. You need to see SAS Rogue Heroes, and also maybe when you finish reading Lady Chatterley you can see the movie with him as Mellors because, OH DEAR. OHHH DEAR. I didn't like the adaptation but him as Mellors? yes please. Absolutely (although I did picture Ewan as Mellors while reading the book because of the character being from Derby, oops). That was of course before knowing Jack, and also knowing he's from Derby too sdkjfklkjldfkgj.
The bit about the dialects reminds me that I saw a map the other day about all the different ways you can say (idk remember what word it was) throughout Italy and I was like.....no way.........how am I supposed to remember that!? But I guess it just seems intimidating as someone who's starting out! I'm sure if I was to dissect all the different types of ways you can say one thing in Spanish it would be difficult too! also, there are variations you can find in the Spanish from Spain, South America, and North America. This reminds me! that I found out why Lupo was transformed into Lobo when they both come from the same root! but I wanna drop that in a message in your own profile along with other thingies I wanna say/show you before I go on my trip next week! heheh. But also, thank you for that, bestie! I feel bad because I paid for those courses, but I literally can't bring my brain to focus on those right now, or even on fics. Like I physically cannot bring myself to focus on something or write, even if I want to. It's been tough! which is why it means a lot to me that you put up with my Italian inquiries and just generally, that you keep me company with your messages! :')
Good luck with your thesis bestie! and as always, I hope that you find time in between studies to indulge and relax. Again, glad to know you're enjoying Lady Chatterley's lover, and I can't wait to hear your thoughts as you read! Sending you a big hug and lots of love! x
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Nuptials Of Blood, Chapter 43
Kasey
"Or should I say Dracula?" I was right, she's not a stupid woman.
"How do you know?" Walt asks while he's pretty much talking into his legs since he's still stuck.
"I had a feeling when I looked at his chart and there wasn't much in there, but it was confirmed once I saw the ring that said 'I am Dracula' in old Welsh, and 'Mark of Dracula' in old Latin." That's what two of his rings say? Did not know that.
"Ah. Can someone help me stand up? I'm getting tired of looking at my knees." I try to get Walt back up but, fail. He is heavier than I am. I'm closer to 150 pounds! Weight more than Sienna but, still lighter than Walt. Didn't think he would weight this much for someone who's over 500 years old!
"Let me." I pull away and let Dr. Hook do it.
"Alright. Take a deep breath and 3...2...1!" Dr. Hook crack Walt's back enough for him to stand up.
"Ah...That actually doesn't hurt that bad." I'm still in awe in how a woman who might be only taller than me by a few inches was able to get Walt to stand back up.
"How did you do that?"
"Habit of doing that to my husband, James. Who is more junk than human." Wait, James? Is her husband....
"Uh, Doctor. Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"Are you married to Captain Hook?"
"Yes." That explains the last name.
"How much of your husband is still human?"
"About 2%. Only his brain, his nose, I believe two of his fingers, and the reason why we have four children." Alright then...
"Alright, Mr. Deville. You can get dressed. A nurse will be coming back in here to give you your needed vaccinations." Walt's eyes slightly widen. Does he have a fear of needles? Dr. Hook walks out of the room after she says that sentence.
"Walt, are you afraid of needles?"
"No."
"Then why did your eyes widen a little when the doctor mentioned about vaccinations?"
"I just don't know what to expect."
"You'll just be getting a bunch of needles into your arm."
"Oh." I turn around and grab his clothes. I turn around and he's already nude. Well, he wasted no time getting that gown off.
"Here." I toss him his underwear and he put those on. At least, he'll be covered if the nurse comes in here before Walt has all of his clothes back on. I toss him his pants and belt. I toss him his shirt after he puts his pants back on. After Walt puts his pants back on, I grab his shoes and socks. I had them to him and he sits back down onto the exam table. Walt puts his socks back on first and then his shoes. The nurse comes back in just right after Walt puts his shoes back on. Wow, that's a lot of needles.
"Alright Mr. Deville, do you want the shots in your left or right arm?" Walt looks to me.
"Your arm will be sore as hell tomorrow. I suggest don't have it done in the arm to write with."
"Ah. Left." The nurse gets the first needle ready. I unbutton enough of Walt's shirt that his arm is visible enough for the shots. The nurse lifts up the first needle and Walt’s hand goes straight to my chest.
“Do you have a homing beacon in my chest?” Looks like I’ll be getting a mammogram the hard way. The nurse pierces through Walt’s skin with the first needle and his grip just got tighter on my chest. Not as tight as I thought he was going to go but, still tight. 1 needle down, 5 more to go. The process continues with the rest of the needles until the nurse finishes with the last needle.
“Alright, we’re done. Have a nice day.” The nurse leaves and Walt buttons his shirt back up. I turn around to grab my stuff. After I grab my stuff, all of a sudden I feel arms wrap around me, a body pressed up against me, and a head in the crook of my neck.
“I’m sorry that I was being an ass.” I reach up my hand to stroke his hair.
“It’s okay.” We stay like that for a few minutes before Walt gets the clue to let go. We walk out of the room and to the front. I grab the papers regarding to the vaccinations he got today. After I get the papers, we head out of the doctor’s office and head to the car. Once we get to the car, we get in and I start the car up. I ask Walt something as we buckle up.
“Is there anything you want to do while we’re here?”
“Nothing I can think of.”
“Do you just want to go home?”
“Sure.”
“Alright then.” I pull out of the spot and take off. Today was a very interesting day.
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7Chapter 14
"He slowly walks in Snow White's direction with cautious steps to not notice him..."
Namida repeats to narrate but the jerk still has not appeared. I started to feel humiliated in front of everyone. I look at Cho-Cho and she still has a saddened face. I look at the crowd and they look so disappointed in me.
I saw Tsubaki runs backstage and some of the cast follow too. I look so awful in front of them I guess. Indistinct chatter starts to echo in my ears.
"What's going on? Why does not the prince show up?"
"I wonder about it too."
"This is the worst play I have ever seen."
"Look at Snow White, she looks pale."
"What are they doing? They want her to stand there forever?"
I can't take all of their comments. My chest wants to burst out. I look in Cho-Cho's direction and our adviser has joined her there already. She too has a wretched face. I know our teacher has been under a lot of stress lately.
I look at the crowd once again and their eyes are on me full of criticism. Their stares feel so heavy that it makes me want to cry. Grains of tears are in the corners of my eyes. I can't hold them back anymore and they finally come rushing out to my cheeks. I run away from their scathing eyes. I rush off the stage without looking back. I could still hear them shout my name and the crowd starts to fuzz again.
I run away from them as fast as I could still crying, I don't even know where to go. I just let my feet bring me to nowhere and I end up running off to the rooftop. I open the door and a strong gust of wind welcomes me that makes my hair and gown flew into the air.
I run outside and I stop in the middle. I was down on my knees crying and I couldn't help myself from screaming. I am so disgusted I think this is the worst day of my life. I cover my face with both my palms and start to sob again. My chest hurts so bad.
"Why all of these misfortunes were given to me? What did I do wrong to deserve all of these?" I shout still sobbing.
"Why would Boruto help someone to get those stickers glued up the wall and end up hurting his leg?"
"Why does someone has to be a jerk and act so stubborn and ignorant?"
"Why is he like that?"
"Why is it so easy for him to hurt other people's feelings?"
"I hate him so much. I hate him!"
"Of all people, why me?"
I am helpless that I need to question myself for all the unfortunate things that happened to my life. I am pathetic for expecting too much and become disappointed so much in the end. All I want is to be closer to my dreams but, why life is so cruel to me?
"All that I have worked hard for are over now in just a blink of an eye..."
Kawaki's POV
I just finished putting on my shoes and I grab my bag which lays on the shiny floor. Today is our preliminary examination. Well, another usual day for me. I stare at the door because I am about to leave the house.
"I'm off, mom. See you later."
"Take care, Kawaki. Good luck on your exams," she waves goodbye at me.
One old memory of me and mom suddenly appears in front of me but now... She's gone and I'm all alone.
I locked the door before leaving for school. I saw some students passing by our house already with their friends talking to each other. A few are reviewing their notes for the exam and some are just chatting with one another.
Bell rings and everyone sits on their desks. Our adviser enters the room with a pile of papers in her hands. She slams them on the table and switches her eyeballs from left to right of the room. She moves in front of the table to say something before the exam starts.
"I guess everyone is here now. Let's start the first half of your exams," she says then grabs the pile of test papers from the table and starts disseminating them to everyone.
I look around and I saw some of them are nervous about the test. Some are not even bothered and here I am who do not care at all. I didn't bother to review last night instead I went to sleep early.
"When I say 'go' you can start answering your test, okay?" she instructs, and after everyone receives their test papers, she says the magic word and I start to read what's on the paper.
A headache.
The bell rings and everyone rejoices. It's the sign of the first half is done and it's time to relax a bit and fill our empty stomachs. I pass my test papers with bare answers written on them.
Instead of going to the canteen for lunch, I go to the rooftop and settled on top of the water tank. It's my favorite spot because it's peaceful and away from all annoying people.
I put my arms behind my head and rest on them while watching the clouds floating in the air and stare at the clear blue sky. I waste my time staying in that position until the bell rings again.
"The bell is more annoying than the chatters of nonsense people," I utter in annoyance.
The second half started and everyone gets back to their old positions. I glanced at the annoying Iwabe who rubs his head while he struggles to answer the test.
Why struggle that much if you can just leave it blank forever?
"Ten minutes left."
The adviser reminds us and I stand up thereafter. Coincidentally, the dork and the blonde idiot stood up at the same with me.
And our adviser utters, "oh" when we three stood up simultaneously. I walk past by the dork with my bag rests on my shoulder and I pass my test paper and immediately leaves the room. I don't know what happened next because I walk straight off and did not look back.
Today is Saturday and I woke up early to cook my breakfast. I head off straight to the refrigerator to get some water to drink and when I am about to open it there is a note pinned on it.
"So, he did come home last night, huh? Tch, what a stupid old man," I ignore the note and opens the refrigerator and get some water and eggs. I decided to make an omelet.
I settled on the table while eating all alone. I peek at the pinned note again and think.
Should I go or not? I debate in my head.
Well, I don't care about what he thinks or what he does. He is annoying and he sucks.
I lose my appetite already and stand up from the dining. I put the plate on the sink and head back immediately to my room.
I lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling then a memory of mom appears.
"Dad loves us so much that he has to work hard for us to survive. I hope you understand, Kawaki."
"He worked hard for us to survive? But why did you die, mom?" I ask in my mind.
He works for his own selfish desires to achieve his dreams even though neglecting his own family. Those stupid dreams are more important than his own family.
"I am doing this for your own sake. Why can't you understand?"
I hear him say in my mind.
"For my sake? Or for your own self-interest?" I retaliate then a red blush appears on my cheek, he slapped me.
I recall the old times when he and I used to argue. So, it's better that I should not bump on into him. I look at the clock and it's forty-seven past seven in the morning.
I am in between the thought of staying in the house or go see him at the mall. My fingers fiddle until I finally decide.
I go to the bathroom to get a shower and I get casually dressed after. I don't know but I am urged to go to the mall and see the movie.
An hour later...
The mall is crowded. I didn't know that the premiere would be this big. The theater queue is unbelievable.
"I am not going to add to the long file of idiots," I murmur.
I shove my hand into my pants pocket and grab a piece of paper. It's my ticket for the movie. With this number of people watching, I don't want to go anymore.
"The tickets are almost sold out."
"Hey, please left some for us!"
"I will pay for that one!"
I watch people go crazy over a movie. What's with the movie though?
"Here! I sell this one here!" I say and all eyes look at me.
"Really?!" they ask all at once while eyes are enlarged.
"Yes and I am selling this to that girl," I say and point at the young girl.
"To me? Are you sure?" she asks almost crying. I nod and she smiles widely. She runs to me and I hand over the ticket to her.
"Are you sure about selling this ticket to me? Don't you like Mr. Martin's movie?" she says while her eyes glitter.
"I am not selling that. It's yours. I don't feel like watching the movie today," I say and she smiles.
"Thank you so much, mister," she says and waves goodbye at me.
I don't want to see that stupid old man.
"Tickets! Tickets! Last two!"
I glimpse at the man shouting and I saw the dork and her fatso friend running in his direction.
"Tch," even them are crazy over that movie. So weird. I turn my back and head out of the mall. I don't know where to go so, I shall follow my feet to where they want to go.
I end up coming to the park. This is the place where mom and I used to hang out. I miss her so much. I wonder if she's doing alright in heaven or does she even think of me?
"I'm sorry mom, I failed to save you..."
"Results are out!"
Someone shouts and everyone races to the bulletin board and I was left standing here and watch them crowd together in front of it. They started to make a noise.
I have seen the results already so, I think there's no need to hear them chatter. I walk away.
"Kawaki, I don't know what's the matter. You failed most of the tests and in fact, you only passed two subjects," she tells me but I am watching outside the window not focusing much at all.
"Now, I have decided to assign someone to help you out with your failing grades," she adds.
What? Seriously? I don't need that. I don't like the idea. And the class starts to buzz again like bees in my ears.
"I'm sorry, Yodo but I have already picked someone to do the job," she tells the long blonde idiot, and the latter frowns.
"And who's that?" she smirks at her.
"Of course, the top student of this class," she responds.
Just what the hell does she talking about?
"I actually picked Sarada to help him out," she continues and I almost stood up from my seat.
With the dork? No way. She is annoying as ever. I look at her and she seems to look shocked she points to herself and utters, "me?" in disbelief.
I know her face questions her and our adviser explains to her why and it's not justified enough to make her do that or do this to me.
"I'm fine. I don't need help from a dork," I say with a boring look. She frowns at me and she scolds me for calling her like that.
"Otherwise you want to get to a new school," is she trying to threaten me? Well, if I keep getting failed grades maybe I will be dropped out and I don't want my father to show his angry face and berate me again.
They are annoying.
"Any objections from you two?" she asks.
"No," we answer at the same time.
She tells us more about the details and reminds us not to fight when the tutorial comes.
"We have a new activity as part of your next lesson in literature and you will be going to perform it next week," she announces. I know for sure that is boring.
"You will be doing a play which entitles Snow White and Seven Dwarfs," she continues.
As I said, it sounds boring. I think everyone agrees with me, they sound bored too but not with the dork she looks interested anyway. They start to make noise the usual scenario of this classroom.
"We will have an audition for the lead roles which are Snow White and the Prince—" I stop from listening and flips the pages of the book. I'm damn bored. When will this discussion end?
After her long talk with everyone, our adviser leaves the room immediately and I stand up from my seat right after to leave the noisy room too.
"Hey, Kawaki! Are you going to audition for the role of the Prince," who is this guy again? The guy with glasses. I stare at him for seconds and turn my face away.
"Not interested," I respond and completely walk past him. They keep chattering and I walk my way to the canteen.
I am walking my way in the direction of the rooftop. I bought something to eat from the canteen first just some sandwiches and soda.
I settle on my favorite spot as usual and open the bag where my food is in and get the first bite.
"Meow..."
"Huh?!" I look at my side where the sound of a cat's meow comes from. There is a small white cat beside me looking at my sandwiches.
"Are you hungry?" do I look stupid for talking to a cat?
"Meow...Meow...Meow..."
I picked some from my sandwich and drop near it. The cat moves closer and sniffs onto it first then gets a bite. I pet on its head down to its body. Its fur is so soft like cotton. The cat looks up to me and meows.
I grab my soda in a can and sip from it. I feel refreshed. The cat stays with me for a while until the bell rings. I pet on its head once again and leave straight off.
When I arrived, the audition has already started and it's the long blonde hair pesty who is currently on the stage. After she is the dork.
Plays and dramas are boring. Why are they enjoying them though?
"Are you going to audition for the role of the Prince?" the other peevish girl asks me. I am talking about Tsubaki. I don't know if it's really her name. I don't bother memorizing all their names.
"No. It's boring," I answer and turn my back at her. I am not interested in all of this nuisance. I just want to go home. Glad that she didn't say anything stupid to stop me.
The next morning, our adviser announces the casts for the play. First, are the lame seven dwarfs. The role of Snow White will be played by the dork and the blonde idiot is the Prince. Good for them, they look good together. The pair of dorks. And the rest of the class are the facilitators.
"The practice will start this afternoon, same time and place. Everyone must be there, understood?" our adviser commands and everyone responses with 'yes' and I just keep silent.
"It's about time. Let's go!"
The dork's fatso friend yells. She meant by going to the practice and everyone follows her. I have no choice because this is a whole class activity so, I go with them.
Upon our arrival, our adviser calls for names and she seems to instruct them then we decided to clean the room first before we start with the practice.
"Tsubaki and Kawaki, you two come here," she calls out to us so we walk closer to her. She was smiling and she taps both our shoulders before speaking.
"I have witnessed Tsubaki's skills in the directory and she was the assistant director of the Beauty and the Beast play during the Winter Festival last year and it was a success. And for Kawaki, I assigned him to assist Tsubaki in this play," she states and I get agitated when I heard that I will be assisting this peevish girl.
"What?!" I snap. I don't like the idea of being her assistant.
"Is there any problem?" she asks looking at me. I stare back at her for a second before speaking again.
"I don't have any idea about the play and it's not my subject of interest at all," I explain and that's true. Did I found all of this stuff boring now I have to do that nonsense?
"It's okay Kawaki. You'll just assist Tsubaki in the flow of the play. All you need to do is follow what she has to say," she adds. Seriously? Just like ordering me around?
"Like her watchdog?" I retaliate. I think I sound sarcastic when I said that but I don't care. The job they are giving me looks like it.
"Kawaki, that's not what I meant," she berates me. I need to cooperate, right? So, I should say, 'yes, I understand?
"Whatever," I utter. I don't want to argue with her anymore.
I go to the corner and watch them do what they are told to. I saw the peevish girl stare at me as she has something to say to me. I ignore her. To my surprise, she is already walking in my direction and stops in front of me.
"You," she points at me.
"Just because you're cool and handsome does not mean that you can do whatever you want to do and become stubborn. You have to follow what I have to say, it's needed in the play," she says and gestures being so bossy in front of me.
"You're annoying," I tell her and she frowns in front of me.
"What did you say?!" I think I made her upset.
"I don't want to repeat it," I answer.
"Well then..." she says and moves closer to me. She grabs my arm and pulls me to stand up.
"What are you doing?" I ask her while she still grabbing my arm.
"I am dragging you to our place and no complaining or else you will regret it," she threatens me. She keeps dragging me in front of the stage as they are about to start the practice. This pesty girl is annoying.
The next day, the same thing happens. This peevish girl is instructing me how to use the camera and how to perfectly get the video shot of the scenes. The recording will be played during the Winter Festival that is a few months to go by now.
"Are you listening?" she asks me while pouting.
"Shut up, I am!" I retaliate.
"What a grumpy, you can switch places with Iwabe," she utters.
"Not with that bastard and just mind your own business," I tell her.
"Tch," she murmurs. She did not say anything after that.
The Big Day
Everyone seems busy with the preparations. They are decorating the stage and some are preparing their costumes.
"Hey, will you start preparing the cam? The play will start a few hours by now," she reminds me. Her bossy attitude is damn annoying.
"Just shut up, will you?" I rebuke.
"How rude," she whispers. I ignore that or she will bicker with me until the play is over.
I prepare the tripod for the camera. Then I make sure the camera is ready before putting it on so there will be no problems occurring during the recording and I don't want this annoying girl to yell at me again.
"Ahhhh!"
A scream echoes inside the room.
"Boruto!" I hear them yell his name and everyone dashes in his direction. The blonde idiot slipped and fell. He was hurt. His ankle is swollen.
"Call the nurse!" the dork yells and someone rushes to the clinic.
"Boruto, hang in there. Everything's going to be fine," our adviser tries to calm him down.
"I-I... can't move my leg," he complains still in pain.
"We called for help," the long blonde pesty says.
"T-The play..." he stammers due to his painful leg. He is more concerned about the play than his leg? He sure is an idiot.
"Don't worry about the play. We need to attend to your safety first," our adviser responds to him.
"I... I think... I won't make it..." he hardly speaks.
The nurses came rushing to fetch him up and check his condition. They slowly put him on the stretcher and rush him to the clinic. Everyone's worried it's written on their faces.
"I need to go and check on Boruto's situation I'll be back right away," she says and grabs her bag from the chair and left for the clinic. She is too exhausted from all the mess of this play.
People start buzzing again upon her absence. They talk about him, all about him. I go to the corner to avoid their buzzes. They hurt my ears. I don't know if this play is still on without the Prince.
After an hour, our adviser returns and immediately informs us about the jerk's condition.
"Sorry, but Boruto would not make it for the play this afternoon. The doctor advised him to be confined at the hospital for further tests. He doesn't look so good. His ankle is swollen and he barely moves his leg. I really feel sorry for him. Let's pray for his fast recovery," she tells.
And the atmosphere has become sadder and the chances of the play to happen have lessened. Maybe it will be postponed or something.
"We need to choose a replacement for Boruto real quick. We are running out of time. The play starts at 1 o'clock and it's twenty-nine past eleven and we are not done yet with the preparations," her voice sounds exhausted and she worries a lot about the play. I think there will be no postponement happening here.
"Everybody listen up. The show must go on no matter what. I promised Boruto that this play must succeed even without him. He knew that everyone worked hard for it and he doesn't want all your efforts to be in vain. To whoever be chosen to be his replacement, he wants him to do his best for this play that's his only injunction," she continues. I think he badly wants to get in the drama club that he desperately wants it to happen no matter what.
Now, they worry about who is going to play the role of the Prince as the blonde idiot's replacement.
"The role of the Prince is very simple and his lines are brief and not that hard to memorize. His appearance is quick at the beginning and his next and last appearance would be at the end of the play," the peevish girl states.
"So do you have any recommendations as to whom is going to play the role of the Prince?" someone asks her.
"Actually, I have someone in mind," she is very confident that someone is capable of replacing the idiot.
"I recommend Kawaki to take Boruto's place."
What?! What did she just say?
"You can't be serious," I squeak and she just rolls her eyes. Damn this pesty girl.
"I am serious though," she is persistent, damn it!
"I am not doing that stupid fantasy of yours," I scoff. I did not want such a lame role. I don't even want this play at all. Our adviser questions her about her recommendation but she is really confident about it.
"I am. Kawaki knows everything. He is my assistant, remember?" she says while rolling her eyes. What the hell? I was paying attention to the camera, not to the play.
"I am not doing that nonsense just pick someone else," I refuse and aim to walk off.
"Kawaki, this activity is for the whole class. You can't be selfish and act stubborn. Your grades will be based on your performance here. What you get is what everyone gets, do you understand?" she tries to convince me but I am not doing it.
"I am not doing it," I say for the last time, and totally walk away from them.
"Hey, Kawaki!" I hear the annoying girl call out to me but I ignore her. I leave the room and I decided to go to the rooftop.
"Hey, stop!" why does she like pestering me around? I turn to face her.
"What do you want? I told you that I am not doing it," I tell her again.
"Listen, if you won't show up at the time of the play and Boruto will not make it to the drama club, you should start looking for a new school by then. I will make sure that you will be kicked out from here," she threatens me. I look coldly at her. Anyways, that was lame bait. I don't care. I turn my back at her and proceeds to the rooftop.
I wonder if it is coming here...
I am talking about the cat. I bring a piece of bread if ever the cat comes here again. I don't know what happened there. I gaze at my wristwatch and it is ten past one in the afternoon. It might have started now.
"Meow..."
I suddenly get up when I heard the sound. The cat jumps up the water tank and rushes to me. I carry the cat in my arms. I make it face me and I figured out that it is a tomcat.
"I will call you Kiwi from now on. Your name is Kiwi," I mutter while rubbing on his fur. I think he already likes me. I grab the bread inside the bag and feed him. He enjoys munching on it. He is so cute. I want to bring him home but maybe he has his family somewhere and he was just straying around.
I amusingly watching him enjoy the bread when suddenly I heard someone scream. I sneak to see who is underneath and it surprises me when I saw the dork still wearing her costume. She falls to her knees.
"Why all of these misfortunes were given to me? What did I do wrong to deserve all of these?"
"Why would Boruto help someone to get those stickers glued up the wall and end up hurting his leg?"
"Why does someone has to be a jerk and act so stubborn and ignorant?"
"Why is he like that?"
"Why is it so easy for him to hurt other people's feelings?"
"I hate him so much! I hate him!"
"Of all people, why me?"
I heard everything. She's crying helplessly.
Why does my heart feel heavy all of a sudden?
"Meow..."
15
Cho-Cho's POV
She runs away with tears flowing from her eyes. This is the first time I saw Sarada crying in front of everyone. She is the tough-looking smart girl that everyone used to know, but there's something they don't know about this smarty and that she is too weak in dealing with her emotions.
She is crushed, I know. It is her dream to become an actress in a way that she can inspire people especially the kids to be good individuals in the future just as Mr. Martin did to her. She also wanted to conquer her emotional instability in crucial situations like this. She is so delicate that once you did not handle it with extra care, she will shatter.
The crowd was silent after she ran off the stage. She aims to head out straight without looking back.
"Sarada!" I shout at her. I think my voice echoes inside the room but she did not turn her head back and keep running away from everyone.
Indistinct fusses take over the whole room. All of the cast goes backstage to talk about the situation. Our adviser rushes to us after Sarada heads out.
"What happened Tsubaki? I thought Kawaki will show up!" she snaps. Her voice shivers. I can feel that she did not expect that this play would fail.
"I thought he is coming too, but that idiot—" she cuts her from her tracks.
"This play is over!" she declares and walks away. She stops for a moment and watches as the crowd slowly gets out of the room.
"This is awful," Namida says almost crying.
"Damn that bastard Kawaki. He ruined everything!" Iwabe scowls.
"It's my fault," Tsubaki insists. She takes all the responsibility with Kawaki.
"Tsubaki, it is not your fault!" Yodo exclaims. Everyone seems to agree. I am just watching them talk and worry about Sarada at the same time. I can't just leave them here as nothing has happened. So, I must stay a bit longer.
"If I had not recommended that idiot, this would not happen," Tsubaki says and her face saddens.
"It's not the time to point fingers to blame. We didn't expect all of this to happen," Wasabi explains. She gazes around and looks down at the script in her hands then her face turns sad.
"Now, the chances of Sarada and Boruto to be a part of the drama club has dropped to zero," Tsubaki adds. Now, it scares me that Sarada would not make it. It scares me more than Sarada would not move on with it easily.
"What should we do now?" Denki asks and nobody responds. I guess everyone still feels terrible.
"I'm heading out!" I finally say. I decided to look for Sarada. She is depressed right now and she needs someone to talk to and I think I am a suitable candidate for the position.
I head back to our classroom to check if she is still there. I wish I could catch up to her there.
"She is not here anymore..." I murmur when I arrived. The costume was on her desk and her things are nowhere to be found.
I look for her around the campus maybe she hasn't completely left but I could not find her anywhere. I head towards the Drama Club Office with the hopes that she tried to talk to the council and my surprise, I have crossed paths with a very familiar face coming from the direction of the place I wanted to come. Now, I wonder why. I turn my head back still surprised.
"What's wrong?" the President of the Drama Club speaks behind me and I turn my head right away after hearing her speak.
"Ah... um. I'm looking for my friend. Have you seen Sarada, the girl who played Snow White earlier?" I ask and her brows furrow. She shakes her head and I sigh.
"I see. Thank you," I say and my shoulders fall. Where did she go?
I grab my phone to text her. I type my message but deletes it too. I called her number instead.
"The number you have dialed—"
Her phone is off. Okay, I give up. I think she needs to be alone right now. I just type my message and immediately sends it to her. If she's feeling better, she will text me back.
A beep from my phone startles me. Maybe it's her. I grab it from the side table and immediately open the text message.
"Oh, it is not her..." I murmur. The message came from him.
"What happened earlier?" he asks.
"The play failed."
"Why what happened?"
"Kawaki did not show up."
"I thought it is Boruto?"
"He got an injury."
"What?! What happened to him?"
I continue to chat with him. I told him everything and even he is sad about what happened.
"I am waiting for Sarada to contact me yet she hasn't sent me any messages. I'm worried."
"Maybe she needs to be alone for now."
"I guess so too."
"Don't worry everything will be okay :)"
"I really hope so. :|"
"But... are you okay?" he asks me and my heart starts to flutter.
"Yeah, it's just that I am worried about my best friend."
"She'll be fine."
"Yeah, she will definitely get over it."
We chat a little and after I feel like it's already late at night, I say good night to him though I don't want our conversation to end. He calms me in times like this but I don't want to trouble him too.
I hope Sarada is doing okay right now...
Sarada's POV
"Sarada?" I hear my mom calls out to me from the kitchen but I did not respond to her instead I run to head off to my room. I know she's wondering now.
I slam my body on the bed while my uniform and shoes are still on. My face is buried on the pillow. My eyes are swollen due to crying earlier. I don't want mom to see me like this. My bag drops to the floor.
A beep from my phone startles me and I immediately grab it from the bag. When I opened it, a message from Namida appears on the screen. I ignore it and off my phone so nobody will bother calling or texting me then I put it on the side table and get my face buried on the pillow again. After a few minutes, I fall asleep.
"Sarada? Sarada?" a call from the outside wakes me up. It's mom knocking on the door.
"The dinner's ready, honey," she says.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," I shout from the inside and she replies with 'okay' and I hear her footsteps are heading downstairs.
I get up from the bed and change my clothes first. I look at the mirror and my eyes are still slightly swollen. What I do is I wear my eyeglasses so mom would not notice my swollen eyes. I don't usually use my eyeglasses at home.
"Are you okay?" mom asks me when I settled. I think she can sense me not feeling well today.
"Yeah, I am just tired from the play earlier," I lied and she smiles at me.
"So, how was the play?" she asks while smiling.
"A-Ah, U-Uhm. It was great!" I lied again. I make it sound happy so she won't suspect anything bad happened.
"Glad to hear that. By the way, I made your favorite soup," she happily says and serves the small bowl in front of me. It looks delicious but I don't have the appetite to eat all of them.
"Is there something wrong?" she asks in a worried tone when she noticed my silence.
I shake my head to refuse so she won't get disturbed. Mom is tired from work and preparing our dinner. I start to pick some solid stuff using my chopsticks from the plate served in front of me and put them in my mouth thereafter.
I say my good night to mom when I finished washing the dishes. She heads straight to her room and so do I. I sit at my desk and grab my phone and switch it on.
Messages from Cho-Cho and some of my friends appear on the screen. They are asking how I am. I don't have the energy and the enthusiasm to reply to their text messages.
I look up and see Mr. Martin's poster pasted on the wall. It was his photo in one of my favorite movies. Mr. Martin is my inspiration for my dream of becoming an actress. He is a role model to the kids like me and I want to be a role model to the youth too. Being an influencer will make a change like teaching the kids life lessons using real-life shows and keeping positive despite hardships.
"Life is very cruel to me. I should have been on my first step to that dream but it's over now..." I clench my chest with my palm. The thought of earlier's view was too painful for me to bear. I feel so ashamed and humiliated in front of everyone who expects a lot from me. I have never been criticized like that my whole life.
"I was so disgusted with myself..."
Saturday, 6:43 AM
A beep wakes me up. I fumble on the side table and finally, I found my phone. I open it and Cho-Cho's name appears.
"Let's hang out or visit Boruto?" her message's content.
Wait, visit Boruto? Well, I haven't heard anything from him since yesterday. Hmm, that is a good idea to see him. I think I need to unwind and pay a visit to the hospital.
"What time?" I reply.
"8:30," she immediately replies.
"Okay,"
So, I get up and rush to the bathroom. I brush my teeth, get dressed, and eat breakfast. I head out of the house after I wave goodbye at mom. She's in charge of the house today.
"Sarada!" Cho-Cho's waving at me already. She's always ahead of me. I dash towards her. To my surprise, she hugs me tightly. I didn't see it coming.
"I was worried, you know?" she says almost sobbing.
"What?" I furrow.
"You haven't texted me since yesterday," she is sulking while crossing her arms.
"I'm sorry. I did not have the energy to talk to anyone," I respond.
"It's okay since we've finally met," she says while smiling.
"So, let's go?" I ask and she narrows her eyes.
"What?" I scowl. She gestures at me like she is suspecting a crime.
"When it comes to Boruto you are snappy," she comments. I am surprised. I don't know what she is implying now.
"That's not true. You told me we are visiting Boruto, right? So, I am coming," I am quick to refuse but she seems more skeptical.
"Fine, fine," she doesn't want to debate with me I guess. So, we started walking to the train station.
We bring flowers and a basket of fruits as a present for him. We knock first before opening the door. A sitting Boruto welcomes us.
"Hey, you guys!" he is surprised when he sees us. We enter the room and walk closer to him.
"We bring you flowers and fruits," I say and we put them on the side table.
"How is your leg, Boruto?" Cho-Cho asks when we are like a few inches away from him.
"The swollen ankle subsides but I can't still move it," he answers. He stares at his foot.
"So, you still can't walk, huh?" I utter and he nods.
"What happened to the play?" he suddenly asks. We are surprised when he suddenly asked about the play. So, he hasn't heard anything about it yet? We look at each other and switch our stares at him. His face saddens when he sees our reactions.
"So, it failed?" he asks then his head falls.
"The jerk did not show up," I say.
"I'm sorry," he utters. I am shocked when he apologized. It sounds to me like he is blaming himself for what happened.
"You don't have to apologize, it's not your fault. It was an accident," I try to light up the atmosphere a bit. It was not his fault so he should not blame himself.
"You did not make it to the Drama Club?" he asks and I think my face glooms.
"Well..." I utter and he interrupts me.
"Maybe it was not yet the time..." he says while smiling.
"I guess so too," I say almost whispering.
"But, we should not give up yet, right?" he says full of hope. I nod as a response to him and when I look at Cho-Cho she was smiling.
"Good morning, Sarada!" My classmates greet me when I enter the classroom.
"Good morning!" I respond and smile at them. I am feeling better now.
"You look all right," Namida remarks and smiles at me. Wasabi and the rest ask how I was feeling this weekend or I really got depressed about the play.
"Well, I felt terribly sad about the play but I guess that's what life is and I am okay now," I tell them with a smile on my lips. They nod their heads repeatedly to respond to me.
When I glanced in the direction of the jerk, he was looking outside the window like he usually does. I hate that jerk and I don't care about him anymore.
"Good morning!"
Our adviser greets and puts the books on the table. We all keep quiet and I think everyone is expecting a long preach from her but I think she is not that mad based on her reaction.
"First of all, I have good news and bad news for you," she starts, and everyone sighs.
"The bad news is about your failed activity, I have decided to give you a different project to cope up with it," she continues and everyone whines about it.
"And what about the good news?" Tsubaki asks and everyone silences.
"And for the good news, it is only for one person and that is for Sarada," she adds and I am astonished.
"For me?" I utter and point at myself. She nods.
"You still make it to the Drama Club," she reveals and I think her words did not process inside my head yet.
Do I still make it to the Drama Club? How?
"How that happened?" I ask out of nowhere. I did not expect it to slip from my mouth.
"According to the President of the club, someone appeals for your spot and it was approved due to some acceptable reasons," she explains. And I think my heart rejoices upon hearing it from her.
Cho-Cho nudges on my side and when I look to her side, she was smiling at me.
"I wanted to know who appeals for my spot to the club," I say while dragging Cho-Cho to the Drama Club office.
"Okay, okay, I understand but can we slow down a bit?" she complains. I think I am just too excited to know who did that for me.
"I'm sorry," I utter and suddenly the President of the club gets out of the room and we move closer to her side. We have blocked her way.
"What's the matter?" she asks while furrowing her brows. She seems to be in a hurry.
"I want to ask about something," I start and she is half listening I guess.
"Oh, what is it?" she asks.
"About the person who appeals for my spot in the club..." I continue and she looks at me closely.
"I see, you are Sarada, right?" she asks and I nod.
"What do you want to know about... who?" she asks.
"Yes, I want to know who appeals for my spot in the club..." I say and she nods.
"Oh, it's..."
16
"What do you want to know about... who?" the President of the club asks.
"Yes, I want to know who appeals for my spot in the club," I say and she stares at me for a second. I look at Cho-Cho and her brows raise.
"Oh, it's—"
"The principal is waiting for you. See her right away, it's urgent."
Someone has interrupted her from speaking and we turn our heads to see who was speaking to her, the President of the Sports Club.
"Hey, can we talk about it some other time? I have an urgent meeting with the principal. See you later," she says and immediately leaves.
"Well, I guess we have to wait for her until she gets back," Cho-Cho shrugs. We don't know when she will be back though maybe we have a class already before that happens.
"Let's back some other time then," I say and the bell rings thereupon. We head back to our classroom for the next lesson.
"I regret to tell you that we will be having a mock exam before the mid-term exam date. This is to prepare everyone especially those who have failed the preliminary examinations," our adviser reveals upon settling in her desk.
So, that means...
"Sarada and Kawaki, I am afraid your tutorial will be early. This mock exam must get a favorable result for Kawaki since he failed the preliminary examination and some of you too. We have discussed this with the principal last week. Moreover, you should not take this mock exam lightly because this will serve as an extra point for your final grades," she adds and everyone fusses. Buzz here, buzz there. I hate this. I don't know how to deal with the jerk.
"Please be quiet, I'm not done yet. Since Boruto is not able to come for the mock exam due to his injured leg, he will be given a separate exam and for the 12-D case, I am assigning someone as a replacement for Boruto," she continues to explain. An idea came up in my mind.
"Why not replace me as the tutor for the 12-D? I got some friends there and the tutorial will just come smoothly, no problem will arise at all. And I guess anyone would be fine with Kawaki since he is the only one," I suggest while raising one arm.
It will free me from the jerk. I don't want to see his face or even I can withstand his annoying attitude. I hope she will accept my suggestion. *fingers crossed*
"Well, I can help Kawaki out though," Yodo says then flips her hair. Hmm...
That's right, Yodo. Help me convince our adviser so I can get rid of the jerk.
"Well, I'm sorry to tell you that I have already fixed this problem. No changes for Sarada and Kawaki and Boruto's replacement, I have decided that Denki will take over as the class' top-two student," she says. No luck for me. Argh! How unfortunate I am!
Yodo scowls too after hearing her finalized her words. Cho-Cho suddenly presses me on my side that makes me face her.
"Are you okay with that?" she says whispering in my ear.
"As if I have a choice," I whisper back. Her face worries and I only give her an unsure smile. I don't really know if I am okay with it or I will just drop him mid-way. I sigh.
"The mock exam will be on Friday at 8 a.m.," she reminds.
Today is Monday, so we only have three days to do the review. Damn, this is such a pain.
"Hey, Cho-Cho!" I call out to her. She is busy tapping on her phone. Maybe texting him again? Well, I think no need to ask. We are walking home now.
"Hmm..." she responds to me. She is focused on her phone and keeps tapping on the screen. I sigh and she gives me an abrupt gaze and finally, she shoves her phone into her pocket.
"You seem busy," I say. I drop my shoulders.
"I'm sorry. What's wrong?" she asks me.
"I don't know," I say halfhearted.
"Is it about the tutorial thing?" she asks with a precise point. That's the only thing that bothers me anyway.
"I don't know how to deal with the jerk. I hate him so much that every time I see his face, I want to punch it hard," I say with all honesty. I look at the orange sky. It is so peaceful, unlike my mind.
"I envy those clouds," I absentmindedly say. It's true though, I want peace of mind but that peace is blocked by the jerk.
"Do you like me to come during your review so you won't get bored facing him?" she offers but I shake my head in disagreement.
"You have to review our lessons too. It's my problem and I don't want to burden you with it. I just wanted to have someone whom I can whine, fuss, and fret about my misfortunes in life," I chuckle and she laughs at me. I think that's what a best friend role is.
A beep from her phone stops us from our tracks. She immediately grabs it from her pocket and sees what's the content.
"It's from Tsubaki. She said Boruto will make it on Friday," she says and we snicker.
"That sounds great!" I blurt out.
"Yes, I think he is fast recovering. Thank goodness," Cho-Cho utter in relief. I smile. The dark mode earlier has lightened up a bit. I'm happy to hear that Boruto is getting well from his injury.
"Hmm... Sarada?" she calls out to me and she looks worried.
"What's the matter?" I ask in confusion.
"Have you finished your love letter for Boruto?" she asks all of a sudden.
"Huh? Why do you ask?" I say almost freaked out.
"I wanted to show you my love letter for him, you know. I want to know your opinion about it," she confesses. I think she looks embarrassed or something. Her face is so red.
"Don't tell me... Are you...?!" I freaked out this time.
"I am thinking of confessing my feelings for him even though I know he will reject me, I will still wait for him," she is so determined. I am even shocked. Never seen Cho-Cho being so hell-bent on this matter. This time is different, very different.
"I admire your courage, Cho-Cho but why so sudden?" I can't help myself from being curious.
"I have heard some girls are giving him letters lately. Maybe he enjoys reading them because if he doesn't, he will put them on trash," she explains. So, that's what fuels her to send him a letter. I wish I have the same strong heart to confess to Boruto. I am jealous of her.
"I see now. I am almost done with my letter but I still don't have the courage to confess to him," I tell her and I suddenly feel down.
"Let's send them as soon as possible!" she declares.
"What?! Are you serious?" I yell. I think I wake up the streets.
"Calm down! Don't you like it? If we won't take action now, we will regret it later, have you considered that idea?" convincing me to jump off the cliff?
"Isn't this too early for that?" I insist.
"There's no early or late in love..." she says and it makes me wonder too. I think this is a brain-wracking case.
"You meant, you are so ready even if you'll get rejected?" I ask while my irises enlarge and a part of me is regretful knowing Cho-Cho would end up broken-hearted.
"That's part of growth," she plainly says.
"How could you be so brave?!"
I grab my unfinished letter from my side table's drawer and put it down facing me wide open. I grab the pen from my case and think of what to write next to finally finish it.
I harshly scratch my hair for I have trouble constructing my sentences. Why is this such a drag?
"Hey, underneath the cherry blossom tree behind Grade 10 rooms at 3:30 in the afternoon," I tell the jerk and walk past him. My voice was loud enough for him to hear me. I told him where our meeting place is during the tutorial this afternoon. He did not respond to me. It's up to him if he will show up or not. Maybe he won't, he likes to make people wait for nothing.
I head straight to the library to get some books needed for the tutorial later. Cho-Cho is busy flipping on the pages of the book and looking uninterested. She is just flipping the pages.
"You okay?" I ask and she nods apathetically.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you this afternoon?" she asks. She is referring to the lecture later.
"Yeah. Besides, he might not come," I reply while piling the books on the table.
"That's too much for a review," she comments may be wondering I took few books from the shelves.
"They are all Maths and Physics books and I am borrowing them," I say and proceed to the attendant of the library to ask permission to borrow these books.
When I finished, I call out to Cho-Cho and she stands up from the chair and follows me. According to our adviser, the jerk failed these major subjects, Mathematics and Physics. So, she wants me to focus on these subjects. History and Literature are not that hard to learn so I am setting them aside.
"Are you sure about going home alone today? I can wait for you until you're done with Kawaki," she offers. Cho-Cho worries a lot about me.
"Cho-Cho, I am not a kid anymore. I can take care of myself don't worry, okay?" I tell her and I gesture like she doesn't need to worry.
"You are an unfortunate lady, remember? I just want to make sure you're safe," she says then rolls her eyes.
"I'll be fine," I insist.
"Troubles follow you," she is persistent. What should I do to her?
"Just go, come on!" I push her away and she keeps resisting.
"Okay, okay. Call me if you need something," she says while waving her phone in front of me.
"Yeah, yeah," I am defeated.
"Don't forget about the letter, we will send them when Boruto gets back. Bye," she winks at me and rushes to the school gates.
"No... way..." I whisper. Give him the letter? Speaking of which, I flip the pages of my notebook where my letter was nipped in. Finally, I have finished it, but I don't think I am well-prepared to give it to him. I shake my head and try to forget about the thought in the meantime.
I head towards the location and wait for him under the cherry blossom tree. The flowers are beautiful. They blossom under the sunlight and some are falling when swayed by the wind even my hair is swaying concurrently in the direction of the wind.
I love the fresh air around here...
When I turn to my side, I pause and remain standing without exerting extra movements.
"So, you came," I utter when I saw the jerk standing a few meters away.
"Otherwise, you will curse me to death," he replies and I think he hits me right on the spot. He is looking directly at my eyes while his hands are in his pockets. He was serious when he said that, standing there like a bad boy.
I don't know but I was dumbfounded for a while after gazing at the ambiance surrounding him.
I clear my throat before speaking.
"Let's start," I say then look away. I settle on the bench. The benches under the cherry blossom trees were provided with wooden tables for students' convenience.
He sits in front of me wearing his usual bored and emotionless face and it annoys me.
"Do you have a notebook and pen with you?" I ask. He did not speak instead grab a notebook and pen from his bag and I flip on the pages of the book. I am not looking at his face because it irritates me.
"Give it to me," I ask for his notebook and he hands it over to me. I am writing down the formula and the problem on the blank page of his notebook then face it to him when I'm done.
"This is where our lesson stopped," I say pointing at the formula. I am helping him out with Physics first. He gives me a bored look while his right elbow is leaning against the wooden table and his right palm rests on his face. He looks at the formula I wrote down in his notes.
He is really annoying!
"Now, that's the problem to be solved," I continue, now pointing at the problem.
I show him how to execute the solution. First by determining the factors needed to solve the problem. I don't know if he is paying attention to what I am saying. We will see that later.
I have finished explaining and I have solved the problem showing him the steps to the solution.
"Now, to see if you were listening to me..." I say while writing another set of problems on his notes, this time he will answer it on his own.
I give it to him after I finished constructing the problem to be solved. He stares at it first before writing down his solution.
I noticed that he hasn't spoken to me since we started the lesson, it's actually super fine with me if he will just annoy me every time he speaks.
"I'm done," he says finally. He shows me his answer and can you guess what?
"What the hell is this?!" I yell at him.
He looks at me with those usual cold eyes. I slam the table with my hands and the books, no everything on the table falls to the ground.
"Were you listening or you are just wasting my time?" I'm really upset right now.
"That's what I understood about your teachings," his reasoning is terrible. I did not even notice that we have spent almost an hour and he was not paying attention at all or did he purposely do it to annoy me?
"This topic is not that hard to understand if you were just paying attention," I scoff. He keeps his bored and cold sharp eyes looking at me and I realized I can't withstand them.
"I am not a genius like you," he retaliates. What's wrong with this jerk? I get it. He really likes pestering me. Testing my temper, huh? I don't want to stay any longer or I will end up punching a jerk's face.
"Okay, that's all for today. I think I should go now," I tell him while grabbing all the things that fell earlier.
"Why leave so early?" he asks while furrowing his brows.
"Maybe because if I stay any longer, I would definitely punch a jerk's face in no time," I sarcastically say carrying all my things.
"Oh wait, that will serve as your assignment. Make sure to answer it tonight and I will check on that tomorrow," I say before I completely leave him alone.
Jerk! Jerk! Jerk! Argh!
17
"Boruto, you are back!"
I heard my classmates shout when I am about to enter the classroom.
"Boruto is-" I whisper and stop in front of the door. Cho-Cho stops beside me. When I turn to face her, I see her brows furrow in astonishment.
"What's wrong?" she asks in a confused tone. She hasn't heard them? I tuck her hair back behind her ear and my guess is right. She got her earphones on. I move closer to her and remove the earphones from her ears.
"Boruto's back," I whisper in her ear. Her eyes widen upon hearing it. She suddenly grips on my arm and drags me inside the classroom.
"Hey Cho-Cho, what are you doing?" I snap and she gestures to me to keep quiet.
"Boruto, we're so happy to see you look so well now right, Sarada?" she says then winks at me. I don't know what she is trying to do now.
"H-Huh? Y-Yeah, "I respond while stuttering. I think I gave him an awkward smile. Why the heck she would just drag me like that? She knew I haven't prepared what to say to him yet.
"Yeah, I'm glad that I have managed to come before the mock exam. You know, I don't like getting special treatments," he replies while rubbing the back of his head.
"But your leg, is that really okay now?" I can't help myself from worrying about his injury.
"Yeah, I can walk well now. The doctor prescribed me medications to relieve the pain and completely heal the swollen ankle," he explains. I nod as a response to him.
"Glad that you are okay now," I say in relief.
"Don't worry about it. I can even run now," he chuckles, and Cho-Cho laughs.
"But, you can't still defeat me in a race," Cho-Cho brags. I know she was just joking.
"Let's see..." Boruto responds and laughs. We head to our desks after that conversation and make way for others to have time to greet him.
"I'm sorry if I burdened you with my task," I heard him tell Denki, and Denki gestures that he doesn't need to worry about it.
I look at him and nothing really changed. He is still the same Boruto I admire. I think my cheeks flush.
Canteen
"Here is my letter. Would you like to read it?" Cho-Cho says then moves the square envelope closer to me. Her cheeks blush.
"Wait, are you serious? I am not reading that" I refuse and move the envelope back to her. I'm not going to intrude. It's her privacy though.
"Hmm..." she murmurs.
"Are you going to give that to him now?" I ask her. Calculating her temper.
"I am not sure if I'll get a chance today but I am still going to give him this," she says while looking at the envelope.
"Good luck, Cho-Cho," I tell her and smile at her uncertainly. I am uncertain about mine. I clench my chest. Should I give him now?
"I thought you'll give him yours too?" I know she will ask me about mine.
"I am still unsure about it. Unlike you, I don't have the courage to confess to him yet. My mind is quite messy and I don't know if I can survive the rejection later," my words are full of honesty I even think of the rejection first before the confession but Cho-Cho is unwavering.
"Does he have any idea about your feelings?" I ask and she shakes her head. This time we're the same.
"I am gambling," she continues and I saw how she slightly crumpled the envelope.
"Do your best, Cho-Cho. Whatever happens, I am always here for you," I say and grab her hand and slowly press it. I wanted to make her feel that I am here to support her.
"Thank you," she says and smiles at me bitterly. I grab my bag and take out my notebook where my letter was nipped in. I wanted to show Cho-Cho that I too finally finished my letter. But wait...
"Where is it?" I cram when I can't find the letter. I flip on the pages of the notebook and even turn it upside down.
"What's wrong?" she asks full of concern.
"The letter..." I utter in panic mode. It can't be lost. Oh my... I search in the books, turn them upside down but nothing falls to the ground.
"No way! No way! No way!" I mumble while panicking. I can't find it. Where is it? Where is it? It can't be lost.
I'm dead if anyone sees it. It's really humiliating if someone shows it to the public... I thought.
"Is something wrong?" she asks again.
"The letter..." I utter.
"What, what letter?" she repeats still astounded.
"The letter is gone," I say almost crying.
"What?!" she freaks out.
"I don't know where to find it," I tell her. I think tears forming in the corners of my eyes. I search under the table and chair. I even search for it inside my bag but, no luck.
"Where was the last place you went to?" she asks while I am putting all my things inside my bag.
"In the classroom? At home? I don't know," I say and stand up from the chair to hurry back to the classroom maybe I left it under my desk.
"Let's search in the classroom," she says and we head straight to the room. Please be there, please!
When we arrived, we immediately head towards our desks and search for them. I fumble under my desk but nothing is there. Cho-Cho does the same thing and she shrugs when she finds nothing.
We look in every corner of the classroom maybe it fell somewhere. I even ask my classmates if they saw an envelope and they just shake their heads.
"Where are you going?" she asks me when I am about to leave the classroom.
"In the library. I returned the books I borrowed yesterday maybe I dropped it somewhere in there or nipped it in one of the books and I beg that nobody sees the letter," I say still panicking like it's going to be the end of the world tomorrow.
"You go that side and I will go in here," I tell her, and she agrees. I head straight to the shelves where I returned the borrowed books yesterday.
"Thank goodness! They are still here," I cry in relief. I grab them one by one and look for the envelope. I turn them upside down but nothing is falling to the ground.
"No way. Where did it go?" I mutter. I am sweating badly. It can't be missing or someone else would have found it and if it really happened it's really embarrassing.
I wipe my forehead with my hand and sigh. Cho-Cho came running in my direction.
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I was in clinic this morning with the rising third year students when a first year student came down to ask if I'd seen Dr. Jones. As it happened, I knew for a fact Dr. Jones was out of the building in a planned absence, because I was covering Dr. Jones's patients and students along with my own.
Well, said the first year, Dr. Jones is supposed to be lecturing to us on pupil anomalies from 10-12 today, and it's 10:30, and we don't know what to do. So I handed off my clinical students to the TA, told the TA to come get me when they were ready to check out, and went upstairs.
Thankfully I knew where this professor kept their lecture presentations on our shared drive, so I was able to pull up the slides for myself as well as email the file to the students. I started at 10:40 and was able to get all the way through the material except for three slides at the end, which was honestly better than I'd expected.
There were two things I kept thinking as I was lecturing. First, this pupils material used to be really hard for me; it's a lot of neuron arcs and pathways and subpathways and different types of receptors and such, and it can be blisteringly confusing if you don't have a rock-solid understanding of the underlying anatomy (which heck, I sure didn't when I took it!). When I was a student I failed an oral exam on pupils three and a half times and I think only passed the fourth out of genuine pity from my examiner. It was one of those things I constantly had to look up and re-learn for every exam because it just didn't stick. That I now felt so comfortable with the subject material that I could give an unrehearsed, unreviewed lecture with someone else's slides, and that I was confident that I could teach it effectively off the top of the dome, really hammered in how much I've learned since even my early years on faculty. I don't think I could have given this lecture without a prior material review eight years ago--maybe not even three years ago. There was one point where the PowerPoint was freezing and I said, "Well, if it keeps freezing, I can just talk to you about these conditions for the last thirty minutes," and I realized as I said it that I really could have.
The other thing I kept thinking about was that I have unexpectedly grown very comfortable with public speaking. I think it still counts as one of the most common fears in the U.S., but even getting up there in front of an audience of 40-something people with someone else's slides that I'd literally never seen in my life before, with an hour twenty to try to cram in as much information as I could, there really wasn't any fear or anxiety. Just the vague momentary sense of "oh boy, here we go," and not much more than that. It was honestly just really satisfying and affirming in a way I completely did not expect today.
Plus I think the lecture actually went over pretty well on top of that! Lots of class participation and laughter at my jokes, and nobody complained at all that I went all the way to the hour. Thankfully, the other doctor in clinic picked up almost all my slack there, and I was able to finish checking out the few last patients without them having to wait too long.
Still! I'd rather not make a habit of that, ha!
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My first love
After finishing high school I started my bachelors, I was 17 at the time. Being in dutch high school is like having a curfew. You have to be in class at a give time and you finish at a give time. If you're not there then you get in trouble and have to resit that lesson at a later point that week. Because I was a shy kid and didn't want to get into trouble I just followed the rules. Don't get me wrong tho, I didn't do my homework, ever, I was just there in class. Back then I was going trough quite a bad video game addiction, so the only thing I cared about was playing video games. Well upon entering a university, the first thing the teachers tell you is; "I don't care if you're here or not, the only thing that matters is that you do your exams". You can probably imagine what went trough my mind at the time, "I can just stay at home and play video games, and not get into trouble? GREAT!". So that's what I did, of-course this didn't last very long, after about 4 months I realized I was so far behind that I would never make the year. That was the moment I turned down the life my parents had planned for me and started my own life. This was also the moment I had a mixed group of friends (boys and girls) in my life. As you can expect I fell in love with a girl I knew because of my "new" friends. This girl, who is the first girl I was actually in love with, was the best person you would ever meet. She was kind, caring, beautiful, loving, funny, basically whatever positive thing you could come up with to describe someone with, she was that. I had been "in love" before of-course, but this was actually a possibility compared to all these previous times I thought I was in love with a girl I knew from class. That being said, as I'm used to at this point, the most beautiful people went trough the most difficult situations. This was very true for this girl (from now on I'll reference to her as "Fa"). She, at some early point in her life, got together with the wrong guy, up until this day I'm still unsure what it was exactly what he did to her, but I can tell you it wasn't pretty. Given the fact that I'd like to think that I'm a good guy, especially back then, I gave her all the time she needed. For about 3 months we hung out multiple times per week, watched movies together, walked around the forrest and just talked a lot. Even though I did everything I could to try and make her feel safe and secure, I couldn't. This is when I met my first girlfriend, I was at a party and this girl liked me, I could sense it, even now I'm still not good at sensing these things, it was very obvious back then. So I had to make a decission, do I keep trying to get a girl to fall in love with me who clearly can't. Or do I give the girl who actually likes me a lot and want to start something serious together a go? I chose the second option, up until this day I'm still unsure if that was the right decision. Three years after me and "Fa" stopped seeing each other she died during a parachute jump. Ever since then there isn't a day where I don't feel guilty over the fact that I feel like I could have stopped her from going skydiving that day, if only I didn't choose this other girl. From here on my story will get very personal, and that's exactly the point of this whole thing. I'm trying to figure out who I am, why I do things and what makes me the person who I am today. About 1,5 years before "Fa" passed away I lost my virginity to my first girlfriend. My girlfriend at the time did everything she could for me to have the best first time possible. And it was good, we had a good time for about 1,5 years. But that was the moment I had to move to another country, while being in a new country, meeting new people, finding new friends, I realised that there was no place in my life for my girlfriend. She had always be kind, patient, understanding, basically everything you'd expect from your girlfriend. But for me it was over, the feelings which were there once weren't there anymore. Thats just how life works.
Jelly
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the busy series (e-journal, again)
February 5, 2022
Busy Ep. 1
This probably won't be my last time of using that as a title, so I put an Ep. 1 so I can use it as an excuse to resuse the title. I'm not a fan of adding a title to these entries, but oh well. We're pretty busy with filling out the content plans with student's names for our class project. The project proposal is due on Monday. RIP us.
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February 22, 2022
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BU is so much work. Like why do I even bother going through all this process? Why do I even bother applying? I'm not even planning to go? As a lot of my friends say: "For clout lang." 🤡
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March 11, 2022
7 days before my funeral
Due on March 18:
JECS Essay Exam
JECS Spoken Word PC
HMSS116 Poster (DONE)
HMSS116 Reaction Paper
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March 12, 2022
Busy Ep. 2
I surprisingly did well with spontaneously interviewing someone for our project, especially that it had been my first time. It wasn't necessarily a comfortable experience but I mostly felt well. I am currently in another meeting and really busy with a lot.
Do not be deceived with the title. This is not just my second time being busy. I just use the title when I can't think of anything else and too busy to write a bunch.
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March 13, 2022
5000 characters in one sitting
I got to write an entire essay in one sitting on a SUNDAY. I don't do stuff on Sundays intentionally. I dedicate Sundays and after-dinners for myself with no school nor org-related stuff to do unless if it's urgent. Since a lot are due next week on Friday, I figured I'd compromise last night and use that time to do one of the major stuff I needed to do. I uhh wasn't able to do that. But hey don't bite my ear off, I compromised Sunday anyways instead and I was able to finish my draft in one afternoon.
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March 14, 2022
Busy Ep. 3
I can't write a lot right now but I'm working on something good!!
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March 16, 2022
Busy Ep. 4
I finished all four major stuff to be submitted on Friday. Seems like I don't have to bury myself six feet below the ground after all.
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March 25, 2022
Busy Ep. 5
I wrote another letter to myself last night, to be opened two years from now. I'm a little busy today prepping for tomorrow and finishing stuff and also attending a meeting and another after this one.
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April 6, 2022
Busy Ep. 6
I remember typing that title yesterday, but something might have came up that got me distracted and I was unable to continue writing. Yesterday (or, well, the date in this entry) was quite a lot. We had to finish our project proposal and brainstorm on specifics so we could submit the proposal for approval in the morning so it wouldn't be pending until the end of the holy week. I was drained out yesterday but our late night call to brainstorm the rest of the stuff was fun and you could hear us either crying or laughing, we weren't sure. We even got to invite really great speakers (ONE OF THEM WHO I'M A FAN OF AND I CAN'T SPILL DETAILS BUT SINCE I BET THERE'S A GOOD CHANCE THAT NOBODY'S GONNA SEE THIS BUT HE WAS IN AHEB THE MUSICAL WOO). This event is a big one. And I hope we'll be able to keep our sanity by the end of it.
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April 21, 2022
lots on my plate
One more move and I'll be experiencing another major burnout. I still have a PT due tomorrow and ALD and our culminating activity on my plate. I'm gonna take an hour break with an episode of OITNB before I fall apart.
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April 23, 2022
work
We went to the vet this afternoon so work starts a little later than usual. I knew ALD was gonna be heavy but you never really realize just how heavy it is until a few days before the event when you're all in shambles.
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April 24, 2022
prep
I am currently preparing the stuff to be donated for our Community Engagement Outreach.
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April 26, 2022
Busy Ep. 7
It's been a while since I've watched OITNB. I don't even have a minute these days. It's reasonable though, and I kind of expected that. I just didn't expect myself to be mentally all over the place and not as organized as I was in my first project.
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