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syntia13treeman · 18 days

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Case files 10.01

what I think happened in:

Case 10.01, the case of "Cursed Pygmalion" or "How I stopped worrying and started fearing for my life instead"

In 1994 Channel Six hired Niger Dickerson to host night variety show, nicknamed "Nigel’s SOS," (short for "Nigel Dickerson presents Saturdays on Six,"), where Nigel was 'held prisoner' by mysterious off-screen "Mr. Six", and played pranks on his guests. The prank always concluded with the guests being informed that they "got berried" and receiving a raspberry trophy.

In 1996, as part of the prank, a character of Mr. Bonzo was created (Nigel designed the look, nobody can really remember who came up with that name*)

The first guest confronted with Mr. Bonzo, chef Gordon Ramsey Gotard Rimbaeu was so freaked out, he broke the actors arm with a frying pan (allegedly**).

After that the actors (allegedly**) wearing Bonzo's suit would change frequently. Playing the role has become sort of rite of passage for the newbies on set.

Bonzo's role also changed overtime. From a jumpscare he went to become the show's mascot, to eventually replace Mr. Six as Nigel's 'jailer'. He was a hit with target audience, the merch was selling, they even started building a themepark… and then everything changed, when Terrance Menki attacked got caught.

Who is Terrance Menki? Apparently a serial killer, whose gimmick was killing in cosplay, presumably different one each time, as he had a whole wardrobe of costumes. Just bad luck that when he got caught with his 11th victim, he was wearing a knock-off Bonzo suit. (It wasn't even a good knock-off, all the colours were backwards!)

Alas, the press immediately dubbed him the "Bonzo Butcher", the public ate it up, and Mr. Bonzo's public image was ruined. Shortly afterwards, on 3rd March 2000 the Bonzoland was closed (ARG exclusive information), "Nigel's SOS" was cancelled, and Nigel was left to deal with hate-mail and death threats, despite having nothing to do with the whole mess (allegedly).

That would be the end of the story, except… between 2016 and 2021 there were at least 3 murders where Mr. Bonzo was (allegedly) seen at the scene.

When asked about in an interview conducted by Geraldine in August 2021, Nigel Dickerson categoricity denied it refused to comment on any potential Bonzo involvement in any crime.

Considering that he'd been living in Mr. Bonzo's house for the past [number unknown] years, his claims of ignorance and innocence fall rather flat.

The most recent Bonzo sighting was not reported on Saturday night, 09th of March 2024, when Gwendolym Bouchard, acting on behalf of OIAR, handed over an envelope containing (reportedly***) a name and address. Mr. Bonzo graciously accepted and chewed said envelope in his NOT SOFT teeth and lumbered into the night.

More news next Thursday at 5pm. For now let's speculate a bit:

*If Nigel didn't come up with Bonzo's name, and his producer Rich didn't come up with the name… then who did? I won't say it's impossible that it was just some random intern that Nigel couldn't be bothered to remember, but… Names are important. Names have power. Maybe something was trying to manifest itself, and started with giving itself a name?

**Where there ever actually any actors inside Bonzo suit? There are a few possibilities: a) it's been all Bonzo all along – it would go well with Bonzo naming himself, but otherwise I think it's unlikely. It's possible that: b) there only ever was one, very unlucky actor. When the Britain's snootiest chef attacked him with a pan, he did more than just break the poor man's arm. The actor died in the costume, and stayed in the costume, and just… kept going in the costume. This is macabre enough origin story to be plausible, but I'm gonna say nah. I think that: c) SOS really had their little ritual, where a stream of very tired, minimal wage studio workers had to run around in the suit until the next loser was hired. This is too easily verifiable for Nigel to lie about. I bet there were little 'behind the scenes' documentaries during the show's golden era, where Jack the stagehand and Joe the janitor bitched in polite British about how much of a pain in the neck it was.

So at what point did the actors become unnecessary? When and how was current day Mr. Bonzo born? I think it was a process that started with the name, but ended shortly after his show was cancelled. Over the years of popularity, as more and more people thought of Bonzo as a character (or a person) more than a funny suit, Bonzo was becoming less and less of just a funny suit. When the costume no longer had actors to animate it, it decided to animate itself. And because at that time the Bonzo-mania turned to Bonzo-hate, instead of chaotic but largely harmless creature he could have been, he became… well. Something that a shady government organization apparently uses as a hitman.

And here I need to ask an important question: What the fuck was up with that? Joking. (Though I wish to know how do you even discover you can do that). (***and did the envelope really contain name and address? Did Gwen check? Does she remember the name?)

The question is: who is the unlucky person, about to receive a lethal blast of the 90s nostalgia? Will we ever even know? (Will we know tomorrow, 11.04.2024, when Celia clicks on the newest case and hears an emergency call from someone fleeing for their life from a 'guy in a weird costume?')

Other question: how long has Nigel been held hostage in his own house (sorry – Bonzo's house) and just how sorry should I feel for him? He seemed pretty unconcerned about the actor with broken arm, and about Bonzo running off into the night to do murder, but I imagine that living in constant shadow of Mr Bonzo is pretty stressful and doesn't leave much room for empathy, so… I don't know. I'm gonna wait and see.

#the magnus protocol #tmagp case files #tmagp case 10.01 #tmagp 10 #Mr. Bonzo #Nigel Dickerson #Mr. Six #ep. written by Jonathan Sims #ep. written by J.S.+A.J.N #tmagp

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randomrabbidramblings · 1 year

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Thanks to Bwahstrella's... questionable policies about her clients' privacy here's her quotes:

Not quite spoilers, but if you want to catch them yourself, don't go ahead. No spoilers about the DLC, just lil' trivia about the characters. There's A LOT of them, I don't even think you could get all of them in a couple of playthroughs, I may have missed a bunch, so if you find some I didn't let me know!

"Augie lives in fear his villagers will discover that their emergency food supplies are just bags of nacho cheese sauce."

"Augie was supposed to build a new temple, but he blew the funds on booking DJ Cheep Tuna for his birthday."

"I foresee Augie will be put on a "performance improvement plan" for using the lighthouse to cook a rotisserie chicken."

"Tell Augie our service hotline is not a free consueling service."

"Find out wich intern told Augie he was doomed and fire them. He is calling like a lunatic now."

"I foresee Augie wearing sweatpants to his parents' anniversary after forgetting to try on his suit until the day of."

"Orion's next cargo ship will catch fire after Salesbot's crates of "furniture parts" turn out to be illegal fireworks."

"I foresee Orion being swallowed alive by a Shovel-Nosed Gobblegazer while star fishing. He REALLY needs a new hobby."

"Magnesio and Vanesia sold MANY "prosperity crystals". The catch? They were ICE crystals. Rabbids got water in the mail."

"I sponsored Telesio in a book-a-thon fundraiser. He read every book in the Winter Palace - TWICE! Cost me a fortune."

"Each postcard of Dr. Vent is stranger than the last. That Rabbid is in dire need of a vacation."

"The balls they throw at the Winter palace are like knitting circles compared to the ones they had there back in my days."

"Woodrow is to recieve terrible dating advice until he rescinds the 5% fortune telling tax on Palette Prime!"

"Woodrow's ex-girlfriend couldn't even read a greeting card inscription without breaking into hives, poor thing."

"The Fates are many, and their voices discordant, but on this ONE thing they agree - they HATE Woodrow's poetry."

"When Woodrow needed money he wrote crude limericks under the name "Bell Chur". Oddly they brought only good luck."

"If Woodrow calls, tell him I am in a seance - DO NOT take a message, especially if it rhymes."

"Yes, it is bad if Woodrow's next poem destroys the galaxy, BUT if we don't have to hear it - mixed blessing."

"Lots of Rabbids from Palette Prime are calling for advice. Woodrow must be working on a new poem. SHUDDER."

"Tell the Palette Prime office I'm eagerly awaiting fresh gossip from the Spellbound Woods about Sweetlopek an the Dryad."

"I foresee the Dryad and Sweetlopek making a fortune selling fall-themed "farmhouse chic" pinecone wreaths to tourists."

"A certain Spark Hunter who is as dense as her name implies owes me for damage to my vacation home on Palette Prime."

"I didn't say Salesbot smuggles artificial pumpking spice into Palette Prime, but I also didn't NOT say it."

"The "authenthic" Paletteville Plaza Farmer's Market scented candles I bought from Salesbot smell like rotting garbage."

"The premium for poetry-related accident insurance on Palette Prime is six times that of our other locations!"

"A golden acorn of opportunity will fall in your lap while you are asleep. It will be eaten by a vole."

"Bea reports that "Madame Bwahstrella Doom n' Bloom Boquets" are a very popular item between mortal enemies."

"Bea's music made a small comeback after DJ Cheep Tuna sampled it for Darkmess Cheese Barber Wrap Tunnel Disco party."

"Tell my publicist to invite Galaxy Confidential to my Doomy Awards dinner party, then seat the Phantom near Bea."

"You didn't need to be psychic to predict the Phantom dumping Bea for one of her backup dancers, but would she listen?"

"Tell Alkementor I need a case of red banana-kumquat-star apple mineral fusion water for my Doomy Awards afterparty."

"I see Sullivan going dateless at the Engineer's Ball if he does not stop blowing me off for his stupid train."

"If Sullivan calls, tell him I'm having lunch with a handsome salesman who prefers electric trains over steam engines."

"Sullivan sent roses to apologize for calling me "vile rabble" after I said his steam train was a "ridiculous fossil"."

"Everywhere I go at the Everbloom I am asked. "Do you foresee more overtime in my future?" Hard to relax."

"I foresee Momma being thougher than leather and harder than steel, with an itch for action and living like there no tomorrow!"

"I wouldn't want to be a certain Spark Hunter when Momma catches up to them with an itch that only revenge can scratch!"

"Tell our Barrendale Mesa location they are absolutely NOT to close during "Big Momma's Bike Rally and Chili Cookoff."

"I foresee Gerspard moving into his Neo-Figurative Hyper-Expressionist Retro-Futuristic Tabloid phase to rave reviews."

"Rabbid Peach wants HOW MUCH for a sponsored post?!"

"Someone tell Rabbid Mario we do not use male models for our gift catalogues before he sends us any more beefcake shots."

"Prof. Backpack's lecture series is postponed until he can find a commercial spaceflight with room for his backpack."

"Can someone remind Salesbot he does not work here? He keeps popping in to help himself to our breakroom snacks."

"My competitor, Madame Bwahstrodamus, could not predict yesterday's weather if she had a newspaper."

"Find out how many lanes the bowling alley in Madame Bwahstrodamus' mansion has so I can build mine with twice as many."

"Sigh... Have my body double do the autograph signing. I need a vacation..."

"I see a new personal assistant in my future if my chicken cheesesteak is cold like last time."

"Curses, hexes, evil eyes... Fortune-telling USED to be fun. Now the Fates most rely on algorithms and statistics."

"I'm Doomed, My Partner's Not - my self-help guide for couples, it's due out this spring."

"Life is short - doom well, doom often, doom much."

#im done skimming youtube videos lmao #rabbid #rabbids #mario rabbids #mario rabbids sparks of hope #mario+rabbids sparks of hope #mario + rabbids #mario+rabbids #mario + rabbids sparks of hope #sparks of hope #sparks of hope dlc #tower of doooom #madame bwahstrella

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croc-odette · 2 years

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ATLA

favorite male character: zuko is just one of the greatest characters of all time i love aang i love sokka but zuko is also here having one of the only real redemption arcs of the century. he has two swords and an alter ego. he is an exiled prince. the season one agni kai. so many characters think they're zuko and they're not zuko

favorite female character: i did not like katara growing up bc internalized misogyny i was like booo she just talks about hope blah blah blah but as an adult i was like oh she's so cool... she's trying her best to take care of people and be an adult but she's a teenager who's very angry and has every right to be but also wants to believe good things can happen. she tries to be maternal but deep down she is like actually what if we did something apeshit... she does some absolutely wild bending... love angry healer characters with over-powered magic later in the game. great

least favorite character: i was gonna say mai but then i was thinking about mai and she is still better than most characters from most shows. i think her relationship with zuko was just weirdly written

prettiest character: i feel like i thought katara was so pretty as that lake spirit when i was a kid

funniest character: i think aang... using the omashu mail system as a thrill ride and almost dying TWICE in the same ep. completely lying to those two groups to get them to stop fighting and not feeling bad at all. dressing up as an old man as a disguise. he's 12

favorite season: season one is such a good season of tv. filler that's all about characters and world-building while still moving the story

favorite episode: there's a lot of good ones but i think the season one finale really is so cool... zuko's 'i don't want luck. i don't need it', 'it's over' 'no, it's not', the drama of the avatar state, general zhao choosing not to grab zuko's hand. there's just a lot of intense moments

favorite romantic ship: i was obsessed with aang/katara as a kid but tbh i was also convinced that the earth kingdom girl that zuko went on a date with in that one ep was going to come back in a big way. and she did not. i love people who ship zuko/sokka/suki and i think the comics are leaning towards their favor tbh

favorite family ship: i think zuko and azula are so interesting because they're clearly enemies but at certain times there is that sad feeling of like oh they were really pitted against each other for approval and even though azula won she will always feel insecure about it while zuko was able to give up trying to get it and moved on with his life. they need a tahani and kamilah sibling bonding moment. i'm still sad that korra didn't establish azula as living out in a desert somewhere being a cranky old lady who zuko sometimes visits and who ends up teaching korra traditional fire bending

favorite friend ship: toph and katara is really sweet to me because it is sisterly it is motherly it is nagging it is very loving and protective and rude. i also love aang and sokka for similar reasons bc it is very brotherly and two very opposite people who have being extremely goofy in common. also love that sokka doesn't trust aang at first and then like four episodes later is like this is my weird little brother forever now. katara is like toph is so fucking annoying and spoiled, but that's because she is my little sister forever

worst ship: i was not involved in this and i have no real opinion but i heard the zuko/katara people were always trying to fight people

#a fandom i did not expect!!! i can't believe i barely talked about aang i really do love him

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bitcofun · 2 years

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dbphantom · 2 years

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Shout out to one of my bffs who lets me ramble incessantly about my fic and not only replies with in-depth responses but actually actively encourages the rambling:

I love you and would/will die for you

Here's a summary of the stuff we were taking about (Rex almost dying to Annie, prom night, a small frog evo, Rex joining the school's robotics club, and some background holix because these two are just too cute together)

So chapter 7 right

The first time Rex meets Annie it's because he sits in her seat during first period and immediately gets tripped and faceplants into the desk, giving him a bloody nose and destroying the desk

Their teacher notices (all teachers who arent directly mentioned in-universe are going to be references to characters from M. Rex the comic series and have the same sort of disposition to Rex, so this one will be the famous lady he saves in the first comic) and is like "right time to save the new kid from being taken out of here on a stretcher" and goes all "hiiii so you're the one the principal told us about right?? You should go check in at the office to get your schedule for today :)))"

And rex is trying to explain while pinching his nose like "yeah actually we got a voice mail from the secretary detailing which class-" and she's like "save yourself- I mean you should still go meet him in person to double check everything and get some paperwork like your locker number and code :))"

Cue a little montage of Rex walking around the school unsupervised trying to remember where the principals office is because while Noah showed him, he was distracted by literally everything (look at all these students- oh my god trophy case for TABLE TENNIS?? Wait Noah is that YOU in there??- are those murals above those lockers? Wait do I get my own locker?- is that a real skeleton?? What's with the old TV on wheels??) and he's absent-mindedly avoiding the hall monitors because it's just second nature at this point avoiding Providence soldiers stationed around when he's breaking out and honestly he's more occupied with trying to locate the office

[walks into an old biology teacher's classroom] "office?"

The teacher, who's tired and just wants to get through her lecture: can I... Help you???

Rex: "nope" [dips]

Enters the cafeteria and has a very long internal struggle about if it's okay for him to take some food because he's HUNGRY and technically a student right but no its probably best he doesn't actively try to get in trouble*

*he's not really sure which actions will get him in trouble tho

[enters the empty teachers lounge and fixes a coffee machine that had been broken for months and leaves without saying anything and starts a rumor abt a benevolent, potentially magic maintenance man]

walks into the empty theater and yells I'M KING OF THE WOOOORLD just to hear It echo back

Some random security guard working in the light box: GO BACK TO CLASS KID

Also him showing up again at 2nd period after getting his head bashed in by Annie (accidental) (after enduring the nightmare scenario with the principal that Bobo set up for him by getting free reign of Rex's supposed past at another school) starts a rumor that the new kid is the only person who can survive Annie, which leads to a bunch of people trying to get them together just so they can watch the chaos that will unfold

Which brought us to the prom episode (of which I have a ton of already written out that he's read hence why we were talking about it- basically this part takes place immediately after Rex comes to the realization he's definitely bi and definitely crushing on Noah) where it plays out pretty much the same as in the show, but they're trying to both follow Noah's plan and avoid the ppl wanting to watch Rex get destroyed by Annie's bad luck, so they end up at the cliff to take pictures like in the show, and Rex is sent over in the limo by Annie as in the show

So immediately all four of them are like 'holy shit' and Noah freaks out, remembers Rex has been through some shit and this is nothing to him and calms down, then realizes Rex still hasn't shown back up and freaks out again because this boy has capital-a Anxiety (panik. Calm. PANIK)

Meanwhile Rex is hanging out at the bottom of the cliff where it meets the water like "so do I just... Walk down the road and act like nothing happened? Nah, that's probably even more suspicious. Yeah no I probably should be dead this is just going to be suspicious no matter what... Fuck it" and flies up and lands, so the girls now know he's the generator and are just like "sure okay that's cool! No we won't tell we're just glad you're not dead at the bottom of the ocean. Continue to prom?" overall they definitely take it way better than Noah did but then again he was also about to die by giant evo so. Fair.

And Noah, who was freaking out internally just hugs Rex like "holy shit I thought you actually died this time" and almost knocks him back off the cliff and he's like "dude pls no don't be as bad as Annie" n he's blushing intensely and ofc Claire is super smart so she notices this and is just like "hmmm I see I see"

And they continue on to the restaurant and beyond white Knight not knowing that Rex is outside Providence (Rex trying to pass off Annie breaking shit in the background as training with Six in the Petting Zoo definitely for sure) the episode goes on fairly normally

And THEN we planned out a new episode to go on later where club fair happens and rex is READY to join a club despite Six's strictness in taking him back to Providence when classes are over. The whole episode is basically just Phantom of the Soap Opera but at Benjamin Franklin High School because it's one of our favorite episodes

So they end up in the gymnasium and Noah is giving Rex his daily lecture on a talk about being normal and not joining any sports clubs and rex is only half paying attention when he sees a tiny little robot being displayed on one of the tables and it is just. Struggling. So he walks over in the middle of one of Noah's sentences (poor dude) and just starts playing with it to fix it, he ends up doing so with his powers and the BFHS robotics club is like "yep you're one of us now bc all our robots keep breaking mysteriously and we need someone to fix them" and drag him off to the club room

While they're on their way there (it's a biology room during the normal school day) Rex sees a frog evo and it's On Sight for both of them. Straight up wild west showdown eye squint from both of them until the robots club drags Rex into the classroom and he has to break eye contact

Cue a week at school where Rex is trying to both go to class and cure this EVO without drawing attention to him or it while the frogge is just like "yep I'm going to make your life and this club's life miserable" because similar to Phantom of the Soap Opera the frogge was living in the biology room as the class pet and when the robotics club moved in after classes, they invaded his resting time after school hours and he's breaking all their stuff for revenge

There will definitely be a scene where the stealth evo froggie is sitting in his tank just. Glaring at Rex the entire class and rex is just. Glaring back. and Noah is like "what the fuck is going on here". Rex tries to approach it after class all stealthy like to cure it and is interrupted by the teacher, half paying attention like "please don't tap on Mr. Frog's enclosure he doesn't like that"

Meanwhile during all of the periods the biology class isn't in session, this frog is HELL-BENT on finding Rex and hurting him no matter where he is or what he's doing. Sitting in the cafeteria? Boom. Ceiling tile falls on his head. Sleeping in math class? Boom. One of the legs of his chair gets dissolved and he falls on the floor getting a rude awakening and also detention for sleeping in class. At robotics club fixing stuff? Boom. Your hand is now being eaten by acid. And most of the time Rex sees it watching him, ominously, out of the corner of his eye and immediately goes to throw down with this frog which leads to wacky fight scenes and also Noah both being immensely confused and also trying to cover for why Rex suddenly went into a dead sprint down the hallway in the middle of a conversation with someone

So Rex is like frantically calling in to Holiday and Six like HOW WOULD ONE SUBDUE AN ANGRY FROG EVO (tiny) and holidays like "oh just make it cold it will go to sleep :) wait. Rex. Aren't you in class?? Why do you need to know????" "[huge crashing noise in the background] noreasonokaythankyoubye"

Six: I'm going over there

Holiday: Six no its probably fine you know Rex, he can handle this on his own

Six: too late I'm already on a jump jet our son is going to get himself either killed or exposed and I'm not happy with either option

Holiday: wait. you can be happy? Wait. Did you say our 'SON'????

Six: six out

Holiday: NO YOU GET BACK HERE WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THAT

Anyway Rex ends up curing the frog after a huge fight around the school So the biology room is trashed, and as he and Noah are putting the frog back in its enclosure the robotics club walks in to see all their stuff broken, desks smashed, posters ripped off the wall, etc

And the supervising teacher just "oh my god what the hell did you two do in here. DETENTION" and the two of them are just like "NO WAIT- oh. okay yeah we can't explain this one. Fine. That's fair." And the "episode" ends with the two of them cleaning up the room together while the frogge watches

#OK not to be dramatic or anything but holix my beloved #Generator Rex #Secret Identity au

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tcm · 4 years

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“It’s still hard:” Asian Americans Paving the Way in Hollywood By Jessica Pickens

The 2018 film CRAZY RICH ASIANS was a success in many areas. Based on the best-selling novel by Kevin Kwan, the film became the highest-grossing romantic comedy in 10 years. An August 2018 article in Time Magazine noted that the film would “change Hollywood.” CRAZY RICH ASIANS was the first film since THE JOY LUCK CLUB (’93) to have an all-Asian American cast or an Asian American lead role. Nearly 60 years before, the all Asian American cast of FLOWER DRUM SONG (‘61) also hoped they were changing the way Asians were cast in Hollywood.

Since the silent era of films, Asian American actors have struggled to find quality roles and respect in Hollywood. Some, actors like Sessue Hayakawa and Anna May Wong, were frequently cast as vamps or villains — which in return put them in poor favor with Japanese and Chinese communities of their time. Miscegenation laws kept Asian American actors from having a romantic leading role with a white actor. In turn, Asians lost roles to white actors in yellowface, from Austrian actress Luise Rainer in THE GOOD EARTH (’37) to English actor Alec Guinness in A MAJORITY OF ONE (’61).

These actors helped fight and pave the way for the success of CRAZY RICH ASIANS:

Sessue Hayakawa

Today, actor Sessue Hayakawa is best recognized for his roles in THE BRIDGE ON THE RIVER KWAI (’57) and as the pirate in Walt Disney’s SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON (’60). But from 1915 to the early 1920s, Japan-born Hayakawa was one of the top silver screen idols of the silent era in the United States and Europe. He was as famous and recognizable as Charlie Chaplin or Douglas Fairbanks, according to his biographer Daisuke Miyao in the book Sessue Hayakawa: Silent Cinema and Transnational Stardom.

Fame followed Hayakawa after playing the lead in Cecil B. DeMille’s THE CHEAT (’15), in which he gives a financial loan to a wealthy woman (Fannie Ward). When she tries to back out of their bargain, he won’t take money as payment, but sexual favors. His character also brands Ward to signify that he owns her. THE CHEAT brought Hayakawa success, but it also brought typecasting. His resulting characters were usually dangerous, forbidden lovers or sexy villains. Hayakawa was criticized by the Japanese-American community for his roles. The Los Angeles-based Japanese American newspaper Rafu Shimpo said THE CHEAT “distorted the truth of Japanese people” depicting them as dangerously evil and would cause anti-Japanese movements.

Hayakawa eventually grew tired of the stereotypical roles he was cast in. In 1922, Hayakawa went to Europe where he performed in England and France. He stayed in Europe until after World War II and returned to Hollywood in 1949. Hayakawa was recognized for his role in THE BRIDGE ON THE RIVER KWAI with an Academy Award nomination for Best Actor in a Supporting Role.

Anna May Wong

She was rejected by China because she was “too American” and rejected in Hollywood because she was “too Chinese.” But Chinese American actress Anna May Wong achieved international fame by the mid-1920s, though she struggled with being stereotyped. Often cast as a vamp, sexual figure, slave or prostitute, the Chinese government said she played roles that demeaned China, and Graham Russell Hodges’ Anna May Wong: From Laundryman's Daughter to Hollywood Legend recalls how the Chinese media and government resented “having their womanhood so represented.”

When Wong campaigned for roles that could potentially change her image, like O-Lan in THE GOOD EARTH, she lost out to a white actor playing yellowface. In fact, the Chinese government worked against Wong being cast in THE GOOD EARTH. Hodges states how General Tu, MGM’s Chinese government advisor, told MGM that her reputation was bad in China and whenever she appeared in a film, newspapers printed that “Anna May loses face in China again.”

When white actor Paul Muni was cast as the male lead of THE GOOD EARTH, Wong knew she had missed her opportunity because of miscegenation laws. Wong supported China during World War II through the Red Cross, USO and China Relief efforts. She also wrote articles in China’s support and created a cookbook of traditional Chinese dishes. On the first anniversary of the Pearl Harbor attacks, she was sworn in as an air raid warden, according to Hodge’s book.

In 1943, the First Lady of the Republic of China, Madame Chiang Kai-shek, visited Hollywood. She gave a speech at the Hollywood Bowl and a luncheon was held. Madame Chiang Kai-shek was flanked by actresses like Marlene Dietrich and Loretta Young, but noticeably not Wong. Madame Chiang had specifically requested for Wong to be excluded from the events. Anna May Wong continued to act sporadically and died just before she was to co-star in the all Asian American cast of THE FLOWER DRUM SONG.

Keye Luke

Chinese actor Keye Luke started in films in the 1930s, usually playing a mild-mannered, polite and intelligent young adult Asian male. Often, Luke played young physicians, like in THE PAINTED VEIL (’34), MAD LOVE (’35) and the Dr. Kildare and Dr. Gillespie film series. Luke became best known for his role in the 1930s as Lee Chan, the No. 1 son of detective Charlie Chan, who was played by white actor Warner Oland. The film series has since been criticized for perpetuating Asian stereotypes and having a white actor in the lead role, but Luke defended the films.

“How can they be criticized when the character was a hero,” Luke said in a 1986 Los Angeles Times interview. “People respected him. Police departments consulted with him and called on him to help them.” However, despite this, Luke and other Asians faced racism in Hollywood. Luke said in the 1930s that Los Angeles was “segregated, but not formally.” He was only hired when they needed a “Chinaman.”

“One never saw blacks on Wilshire Boulevard. Parts of the city I avoided–all white areas like Beverly Hills. Even after working with somebody like a big Caucasian actor, I’d be ignored if we met on the street. Asians were invisible, you see. We knew our place: One step back. That’s why the Charlie Chan films were so important. They deflated a lot of the current racial myths. But even the Chan films had rules. Charlie never touched a white woman except as a handshake. I’d never have a white girlfriend, not that I wanted one in pictures,” Luke said in an interview published in Conversations with Classic Film Stars: Interviews from Hollywood's Golden Era by James Bawden and Ron Miller.

After World War II, Luke found roles were harder to find, and many of his roles were uncredited. By the 1960s, more Asian actors were on the screen. In his interview with Miller, Luke joked that before the 1960s he and Korean actor Philip Ahn “divided the work.”

Philip Ahn

Philip Ahn was a Korean American actor who only played a Korean character once on film. In Hye Seung Chung’s Hollywood Asian: Philip Ahn and the Politics of Cross-Ethnic Performance, he details how before World War II, Ahn was promoted as a Chinese actor and often nicknamed the “Oriental Clark Gable.” During World War II, however, Hollywood shifted its publicity and focused on Ahn’s Korean ancestry. The publicity articles discussed Ahn’s father, Ahn Changho, who was an activist against the Japanese government. Ahn was also promoted as “the man we love to hate” and the “leering yellow monster.”

During the war, Ahn was frequently cast as a Japanese soldier in the 1940s, something he later said that he didn’t mind, as he felt he was contributing to his late father's legacy. Despite these characters not reflecting Ahn’s personality, Chung recalls how Ahn received hate mail from audiences who confused his onscreen characters for real life. In the 1953 Korean War film BATTLE CIRCUS, Ahn and his brother Ralph both played North Korean prisoners. Ahn said while he played many nationalities, this was the only time he played a Korean character, according to his 1978 The New York Times obituary.

Miyoshi Umeki

Japan-born Miyoshi Umeki was the first Asian to win an Academy Award for a performance. Umeki won Best Supporting Actress for her first Hollywood film, SAYONARA (’57). Though Umeki was the first Asian to win an Academy Award, this “first” isn’t often discussed. Despite the accolade, Umeki was still stereotyped in Hollywood. Her characters were generally demure, humble, delicate and subservient. Umeki’s characters spoke in broken English with a sweet smile.

Her son Michael Hood later asked her why she agreed to play these characters. “Her answer was very simple: ‘I didn’t like doing it, but when someone pays you to do a job, you do the job, and you do your best,’” Hood said in a 2018 Entertainment Weekly article. Umeki later threw away her Academy Award statue, according to Hood. As of 2020, Umeki is the only Asian female to win an Academy Award.

Nancy Kwan

Hong Kong-born actress Nancy Kwan burst on to the film scene in 1960. She was cast as the lead in THE WORLD OF SUZIE WONG (’60) alongside one of Hollywood’s top actors, William Holden. Kwan was then cast in the all -Asian American cast of the Rodgers and Hammerstein film version of FLOWER DRUM SONG. With a strong start in films, a successful Hollywood career seemed likely for Kwan, but the roles weren’t there. William Holden told her, “You can do a big film and be very successful but in order to sustain a career, you have to have roles written for you,” Kwan shared in a 2018 NBC interview. Kwan was more successful than her predecessors, however, as Asians were starting to be cast rather than white actors in yellowface. Kwan was also cast in roles where she had white romantic leading men, like HONEYMOON HOTEL (’64) and THE WILD AFFAIR (’65). But Hollywood still didn’t know what to do with Kwan. She was cast in “exotic” roles like in the Walt Disney film LT. ROBIN CRUSOE, U.S.N. (’66) as an island girl. Kwan was offered a role in the film THE JOY LUCK CLUB, but she revealed in a 2018 interview at the TCM Classic Film Festival that she declined it because of a line criticizing SUZIE WONG. While she mentioned in a 1990 Los Angeles Times interview that “There are now many, many Asian actresses — but not many roles,” 18 years later she noted that the film industry had changed, but not enough. “There are more leading roles and not just small roles, but it’s still hard.”

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The Parent Trap | Chapter Four; a stroke of (bad) luck

pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

AU: The Parent Trap, dad!harry

series summary: Identical twins Benjamin and Edward, separated at birth and each raised by one of their biological parents, later discover each other for the first time at summer camp and make a plan to bring their wayward parents back together.

chapter summary; Y\N gets interesting news, Harry loses something he cares a lot.

author note; I’ve been dealing with my university application for a long time so I haven’t had the chance to write anything lately. And I know it’s pretty short, I promise it will get longer in the next chapters. It’s been a while but here we are.

I’m sorry in advance if I have any fault. English is not my first language. My askbox is always open if you want to talk. Please leave a comment about what you think, love you.

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It had been a week since Edward left for camp, and Y\N lost herself to work. Despite Nate's tries, Y\N rarely left her study room. All she did was to answer e-mails and design new clothes. Whenever she stopped working, her mind was starting to operate like a mad woman's. As if worrying about Edward wasn't enough, she had been thinking about Harry non-stop too. She had tried to stay away from the thought of him for a long time, but lately, it seemed like an impossible thing to do. She was thinking about him before going to bed, as she was eating, drinking. The only thing that kept her mind away from Harry was working.

As she waited for her team, laying on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, Y\N's mind started to work like mad, again. It was the first time in a week that she let herself breathe, but allowing herself to do that only felt like torturing. It's been nearly nine years, but he still had this power over her that she hated.

As she laid in the sun with her sunglasses on and her eyes closed, she could feel her body and the bottle of coke in her hand warming up. Sometimes Y\N hated California hot. She missed how London was always chill and foggy. Many people despised London's weather, but Y\N never felt that belonging feeling anywhere but in London. Maybe it had been the people. She could never be sure, but if there was one thing she was sure it was that she was, definitely, homesick. Y\N was brilliant and one of the best designers around the world. She had done everything she could to make her dreams come true. She had been working on her upcoming winter collection and the collaboration she was going to make with Gucci. But the only thing she was thinking was the emptiness inside her.

Why wasn't it enough?

The sound of a car pulling in her front veranda pulled Y\N away from her thoughts. She straightened up and took a sip from her coke. When she heard noises coming from inside the house, she made her way to the kitchen. Nate must have allowed everyone in, she thought. As she entered through the garden door, the cold air hit her body, giving her goosebumps. She put her half-empty coke bottle on the kitchen counter and took her sunglasses out. Her smile widened as Y\N approached her team, waiting for her in the living room.

Y\N adored her team. She always tried and considered other's opinions on her designs. That's why her team included every type of person. She wanted to make a difference, do something that would affect people, whether the way that they dressed or thought. Y\N wanted to help people express themselves, and the best way to express yourself was through your clothes. So, she created a whole new brand for people who couldn't talk about who they were.

In the living room, Nate was handing snacks out, and there were clothes everywhere that would fill a wardrobe. Her sketches were laying on the big wooden table, and a few interns were watching with horrified looks. She could see that sweet chaos wandering around the room. One of the interns, Hailey, jumped to her feet as soon as she saw Y\N.

"Hi, Mrs. Y\L\N! We were waiting for you." Y\N could see she was shaking. So, she smiled at her, trying to ease the tension. "Please, Hailey, call me Y\N."

Hailey sucked a load of breath and turned to her friend, shocked. "She knows my name," she whispered. Y\N giggled when she heard her. Nate was watching her with a smile on his face, knowing Y\N was finally carefree. She stood in the middle of the room as everyone waited for her to say something. She smiled.

"So, let's start then."

As Harry kept wandering around the room looking for his cardigan, he made Sarah and Mitch more and more annoyed.

"Enough of it, Harry," Sarah said. "Just accept that it's lost."

"I was wearing it yesterday. I must have left it here." His frustration grew when he was left empty-handed. Harry slumped down on the closest couch with a puff. He was hoping to find it in the studio, but regardless of hours of searching, he couldn't find it. With closed eyes, he rested his head at the back of the couch, trying to remember where he might've left the cardigan. Harry had been so anxious because he very well knew it was a limited collection. So it wouldn't be possible to purchase a new cardigan if he couldn't find it.

The door opened and closed after the sound of a few footsteps. Harry's eyes were still closed with a scowl on his face.

"Is he still looking for it?" Jefferey asked Sarah Mitch was already up tuning his guitar. Sarah slowly nodded her head, turning towards Harry, knowing he was listening. "I don't think this is about the cardigan, though."

Harry opened his eyes. "What would it be about?" still staring to the ceiling, "I just really loved that cardigan." He whispered under his breath. Mitch sighed knowingly and put his guitar down. "Why don't you guys go find Adam and Ny so we can practice." He said and planted a kiss on Sarah's hairline. "I'll call Jonathan Anderson and see if he can find you one," Jefferey said as he opened the door for Sarah, but his eyes were on Harry. He slowly nodded without saying anything.

"Do you want to talk?" Mitch leaned to the now-closed door. Harry seemed like he was questioning his whole existence. "We all know it isn't about the cardigan, H."

"Do you think I made a mistake?"

"With what?" Mitch knew, damn the whole world knew. But he let Harry say it because he needed to get it off of his chest.

"With everything!" Harry leaned forward, cupping his face with his hands. He could feel the coldness of his rings. "With Camille, with proposing her. Do you think I just asked her to tell myself that I got over everything?"

That I got over Y\N...

"I don't think you need me to tell you none of us likes Camille. But it's not up to me or anyone to tell you that you're doing something wrong if you're happy." Mitch knew Harry was suffering despite his words. "But if you're not happy and trying to hold onto a relationship that doesn't make you happy, you're just fooling yourself, mate."

"It was going good, you know?" Harry started to play with his ring that was sitting on his middle finger since Y\N gave him for his nineteenth birthday. "I never thought someone could love me after Y\N. Even though nobody knew what happened between us, I was the reason why she left. I guess I punished myself for it by not allowing people to create any bond with me. After all those years, I thought I could finally be free from the burden I thought Camille would be the one. But now, looking at her, I don't know if she's the one I want." Harry sighed. A million thoughts he couldn't control were wandering inside his brain. "And now ı lost one of the few connections I had with Y\N. It's like the universe saying to me to keep torturing myself."

"There is no need to torture yourself, H. Maybe the fucking universe is trying to tell you to stop holding onto a carding and hold onto her instead. Believe me. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if you just talked to her."

Y\N could feel her migraine growing at the back of her head. She had been standing and putting clothes together for too long; she even lost her sense of time. Her attention turned to the model in front of her as he heard another click of a digital camera.

"I don't like the color of this jacket. Do we have a blue one?" The moment she reached forth her hand find the jacket her assistant was holding up. Y\N kindly smiled and thanked her. She took the weird pink colored jacket from the model and threw away. The moment she was about to talk, Y\N heard her assistant talking.

"Yeah, he's in California," Y\N smirked as she took a step closer. "Your boyfriend?" She asked. But she could see her assistant's face immediately changing, her lips frowning and her eyes having that weird look.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to meddle. You don't have to say." Y\N took a step back, turning her old place.

"No, it's okay." Maggie smiled, even though it didn't reach her eyes. "We were just talking about some singer."

"He's not just some singer." A younger boy talked. Y\N assumed he was one of the interns. Maggie sent the boy a look, but he didn't seem to understand why everyone was so anxious to talk about him. "He's Harry Styles!"

Y\N felt like she could blackout at any moment. Her lunch was climbing its way up, and anyone in the room could hear her heartbeat. He could be a block away from her. She could see him when she went out to get some coffee. Let alone coming across to him, even being in the same city, terrified her. The possibilities scared her so much she could run away from the country any minute.

"I'm sorry, he's just new." Maggie apologized, thinking it made Y\N upset.

"No, Mag, there's no need to be sorry." She tried to smile and stilling her breaths. "It's not like it's forbidden to talk about him."

"Y\N," Nate calling her, pulled her away from the conversation. He was holding her phone. "It's Jonathan." Y\N's eyebrows furrowed, wondering why Jonathan Anderson was calling her out of the blue. She took her phone and stepped outside of the living room so she could hear him better.

"Y\N, I need a favor." Jonathan talked at the end of the line sounding panicked and out of breath.

"Hello to you too, Jonathan." She smiled, forgetting about Harry for a moment. "Sorry, I was trying to catch a taxi. À l'aéroport, s'il vous plaît." Y\N giggled to her friend's anxiousness.

"It's okay, what did you need?"

Jonathan sighed. "You remember the patchwork cardigan from two falls ago you designed for my collection, right?"

"Yeah, sure. What about it?"

"Here's the thing." He stopped, asking the driver to drive faster. "One of my precious customers lost his cardigan and asking if we could find him one."

"I thought it was limited."

"It was. So, I promised to try and find one similar. But I don't have any cardigans in the collection this season. And since it was your design, I thought you could help me."

Y\N took a deep breath, massaging her temple with her free hand. "You know I haven't put the collection up for sale yet, John."

"I'll owe you big time." Y\N could hear the desperation in her friend's voice. "Fine, send me his address. I'll make sure he gets a few options."

A day later, Y\N found herself at the entrance of the said man's house in California. Sunglasses resting on her nose, she took a look around the garden as she drove her way to the main door. The house, maybe naming it a mansion would be more appropriate, had a big garden full of Y\N's favorite flowers. The walls were white-painted, reflecting the afternoon sun. As she parked and took the boxes out of her trunk, she couldn't take her eyes off of the pink door.

She ranged the bell, realizing she didn't even know the name of the man whose house she was about to step in. A blue-eyed woman with purple pants opened the door for her. Y\N could recognize her design from a mile away. So, when she saw the pants, she smiled up at her.

"Hi, I'm here with the cardigans. Jonathan sent me."

The moment Sarah realized who she was, she felt her heart racing. "You're Y\N Y\L\N!"

"The one and only." She giggled. "Nica pants, by the way."

Sarah couldn't talk for a few seconds. Not knowing if she should be excited or anxious, she invited her in. Harry was a room away, and Sarah had no idea what his reaction would be. She eventually invited her in and introduced herself.

"Are the cardigans for your boyfriend?" Y\N asked, trying to learn the man's name. Sarah laughed despite her nervousness. "No, they are for my... well, he's my boss, I guess."

Y\N slowly nodded. She didn't say anything not to be nosey, but a weird feeling was filling her. She stepped into the living room after Sarah. Then she saw him there, standing in his white pants and blue shirt, his hair a little messy, rings on his fingers and without any shoes.

Time slowed around her, and Y\N could only see Harry for a moment. Out of breath, she tried to have a sense of her surroundings. But her brain stopped working, and the only thing it did was screaming. Her eyes burned from not winking, and she wanted to pinch herself to be sure that it was all real because it felt like a sweet dream.

Her eyes met Harry's.

Harry thought he was hallucinating. He had been thinking about her, too much, it was official now. His heart nearly exploded from his excitement. He didn't know if he should be excited. What if she was not real? What if, finally, he lost his mind? He was in a dream until he heard her velvet-like trembling voice.

"Harry?"

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Price for Flight

Summary: Modern! Au! After a brief accident in bumping into him, reader and Taishiro became friends, then he left to his home country in Osaka, Japan, but not before they exchanged phone numbers and mailing addresses. Cue shared memories, laughs, and pining from an international distance from high school, to college, and after.

Notes: Guess who’s been listening to Sister Christian by NightRanger, and had the idea of international friendship/crushes with each sharing gifts, knowledge, and videos of events from each one’s respective country? Wanted to start off with a fluffy fic for Fluff November.

Warnings in the fic: a little bit of blood in the beginning, curse words, and there will be a 2nd chapter, but it’ll have smut in it, so if you want just fluff, you can read this chapter as is.

Disclaimer: I have the Big Dumb, and so my writing is used to sculpt real life cities, countries, and traditions for pure fictional purposes. Everything isn't lined to a T with my limited knowledge.

“I’m so sorry!” You found yourself shouting out loud. It was an accident. You had a vase of reddish yellow rose buds that you’ve just recently cut within the school’s garden. Walking down the hallway to place them in your classroom’s window, you tripped. It wasn’t like you planned on tripping, who could have known that tiny rocks could do that?

What made matters worse, you tripped into somebody, spilling water and crushing rose petals onto the poor student who hastily caught you.

“Are you alright?!”

“I’m so sorry!”

Came out from the both of you at the same time. Your face was red with embarrassment, trying your best not to inwardly wail. It was the cute student from Japan, Taishiro Toyomitsu, you recalled. Although you had trouble with pronouncing his name, you tried your best to learn it out of respect.

He was pudgy, and had a Japanese accent mixed in with an odd southern accent, and all around, you couldn’t help but think that he was a little cute. Sure he was new, and your friends found him to be a little weird, but he was always nice and polite, and insisted on everybody call him “Tai-chan”. Now, you were leaning up against him, fingers bloody from the thorns cutting into you, and the both of you fussing over one another.

“You’re bleedin’!”

“There’s blood on your shirt! I’m so sorry!”

The two of you stared at each other, both embarrassed and apologetic.

“Please let me take you to the infirmary?” He broke the silence as the blood from your little cuts smeared into his uniform.

“Okay.” You gave in, tucking your hand into your shirt as you set the vase down out of the way. You’ll make sure to clean it up, later. ……

You honestly felt bad. He had a dirty and wet uniform on, because of your clumsiness. Luckily, the nurse patched up your hand, and he called his mother, speaking fluent Japanese while you stared, impressed. The nurse had the two of you wait while his mom dropped off his clothes, and she telling the janitor and teacher of what happened to you.

“That’s super cool!” You blurted out truthfully when he was done. His face reddened a bit, as if embarrassed. Of course you knew why. Some of your classmates are jerks, and he stood out like a sitting duck, waiting to get bullied. You didn’t see him get picked on, but you knew that he was. Kids are mean, and gossip spreads.

“Ya think so?” He asked. You nodded without hesitation.

“I’m not the only one, though.” Passing the time, you told him that several students were impressed, and he shouldn’t listen to vulturous children. You were a kid, and unsure on how good your advice was, but he seemed to brighten up. It was too soon for you to leave and go to class, but you had too.

“Ya wanna hang out, after school?”

“Yeah!”

You replied quickly after his outburst, and he couldn’t help but smile sweetly, whilst you felt your heartbeat quicken. ………

That was how the two of you had met, you remembered it so clearly, the feelings of your teenaged heart were confusing, but you wanted to find every excuse in the book to just be near him. It was a close, endearing friendship, and the two of you had taught each other a lot of things whenever you could.

Your friends began to like him, too, and the bullying lessened as the two of you were basically attached to the hip. They corrupted him, showing him memes, funny videos and such, and he would catch you off guard with outward, dirty jokes, causing the both of your ears and cheeks to flush into a dark shade of pink.

Although, his stay in your country was only six months until the both of you graduated, the two of you had learned a lot. He taught you Japanese, and you began practicing writing it, you liking the feeling of his hand gripping yours, guiding you to write kanji. When he had to leave, your heart almost broke as you hugged him tightly, him shushing you as he promised that the two of you would share phone numbers and mailing addresses, so that you’ll always keep in touch.

Keep in touch, you did.

“Tai-chan! That’s so pretty!” You gushed. It’s been a year, since he left, and oddly enough, your feelings and thoughts did not waver as you entered your freshman year of college.

“I know, right?” He boomed, holding the phone towards him and the blooming Sakura trees underneath the Osaka castle. It was Hanami, a holiday for flower viewing, and it was so very pretty as the pink petals fluttered around within the wind. Taishiro was in his hometown, Osaka, wearing informal clothes as he popped a dumpling into his mouth as he sat on the blanket with his mom and her new husband. It was almost hard to hear him due to the crowd of people happily chattering among themselves.

You were entranced, seeing such a vibrant and beautiful scene before your eyes as he grinned at you, smiling warmly whilst his mother waved at you, and you waved back.

“So, how do you like it?” Taishiro asked, diverting your attention, and you smiled.

“Dude, everything’s so pretty and vibrant! I wish I was there with you guys!” You admitted freely, and he grinned.

“Wish ya was here, too! Mom’ll force ya to wear a kimono, though. I got lucky ‘cause they dragged me here right after class!” He admitted.

“Formal dress isn’t so bad, Tai-chan! How’s college?” You changed the subject. He shrugged.

“Not too bad! Classes are pretty easy, I got my own apartment an’ job, now! Little small, but makes the bills easier to pay!” He spoke loud enough to drown out the crowd.

“I’ll talk to ya later, okay? Mom’s getting’ mad that I’m shoutin’.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Okay! Tell her that she looks pretty in her kimono!” You grinned. He nodded as the two of you eventually hung up. It was moments like these that made your day, you smiled to yourself, feeling your heart beating faster as you plopped down onto your comfy pillows. After graduating high school, you followed your dream in getting into college, and getting your own apartment and job. It was tough, but you made it, and as a bonus, Taishiro was pretty happy and proud for you.

You wish that he didn’t have to leave, but his mother wanted to go back to their country after moving to yours to escape the grief of a rather nasty divorce. You can’t escape from everything, Tai had said to you, and shrugged, saying that he really didn’t care about his father, but he’d support his mother in anyway that he could.

You felt warm at the memories, trying his mother’s cooking, tasting a different country’s cuisine had excited you, and your pleased face was evident as you slowly chewed the rice ball. Your face went red as Taishiro wiped some of the sticky rice off of your face, and when he noticed that you were staring, he’d blushed too as he wiped it on your shirt, leaving him to snort with laughter at your pathetic attempt at a glare.

Yeah, you missed him. ……..

“Happy Halloween!” You tilted the brim of your witch hat, grinning as you handed the little goblins and ghosts some candy from a bowl.

“We don’t really give out candy, but we do cosplayin’, zombie runs, n’ Disneyland has somethin’ special around this time of year.” Taishiro spoke to you from your phone, which rested neatly in your breast pocket, smiling softly at the kids who gave toothy smiles with thanks behind their masks. To your luck, he and you were always on camera when the two of you spoke, now, seeing how each other changed since last year.

To your surprise, he had two little piercings in his ear lobes, stating that he was a grown man, and that he got them as to treat himself for passing his first semester of college. He didn’t lose any weight, but he had been going to the gym, gaining muscle as he shot up about two feet in height. It didn’t help your increasing heartbeat, or confusing feelings that you thought were just a little girl’s crush in high school.

You changed, too, and you’ve noticed that he obviously noticed, and pinned every little reaction into your brain, liking the way that you caused him that.

Right now, you had him listen to classic Halloween songs such as Monster Mash, Flying Purple People Eater, and Thriller. He knew the songs, but you liked playing them, anyway to fill in the Halloween spirit. You set the phone down on the kitchen table as the two of you talked while the music playing in the background. Although he didn’t really dress up, he admitted that he liked your costume, and might invest in something next year.

You smiled, basking in the moment. ………

“Time to open yours!” He put the chicken leg from KFC down on his plate, as he and his family gathered around his phone with you on camera, looking at the brightly colored wrapping paper. His family had adopted the more Western customs of gift wrapping and receiving during Christmas, and he was not disappointed when your gift had arrived in the mail. He had sent you one, as well, knowing that it would tickle you pink. He was right.

Although the both of you knew that Christmas Eve was the day to give and receive gifts, it was generally for couples, but you wanted to share the holiday joy with him, and find an excuse to give a gift, and although beet red, he thought that gift giving was a nice thing to do.

He wanted you to open yours, first, and so you did, grinning wickedly as you opened the paper slowly, drawing out the suspense on purpose.

“Hurry up, already!” Taishiro huffed, then jumped when his mother hit him lightly with her shoe, shushing him. You couldn’t hide your smirk at the gesture, but quickened your pace at the playful glare that you were receiving.

You tore open the beautifully wrapped paper, regretting to waste it, but you were curious on what he had gotten you. Finally getting the box opened, you all but squealed with joy.

“What? This is amazing!” You winced on how loud your voice was, but his grin and his family’s warm smiles made it worth it. You pulled out the organized snacks from Japan, eyes twinkling with joy as you realized that you were smiling. Underneath the bags of konpeito, onigiri senbei rice crackers, jagariko, and among other snacks, you pulled out a very pretty snow-globe. It seemed simple, but the fake snow dancing around the dolled up log cabin and the smiling snowman, melted your heart.

“I like it! Thank you, Tai-chan!” You beamed, and he grinned sheepishly as blood rushed to his cheeks.

“I didn’ wanna get anythin’ that was too lame, ya know?”

“Nonsense! It’s very charming and thoughtful, thank you.” You grinned as you shook it gently, watching the glitter swish around the heartwarming scene.

“Alright! My turn!” He changed the subject as his eye twitched at the snickers of his step-dad. He huffed, then grinned as he all but tore open your gift, faster than your slow pace. You grinned wickedly, as to when he opened the box, it revealed another box. He gave you a look.

“Really?”

“It’s in there. Eventually.”

“Yer such a lil’ shit.”

“I know.” You admitted, him glaring at you until he had finally opened the last box, eyes twinkling as he reached inside, admiring the prize.

“Y/n…” He murmured, pulling out a crocheted scarf and hat. It took you a little longer to make them than you’d like to admit, but it was worth it as his face softened while he eyed the bright orange garb.

“I like it, too.” His eyes met yours as he felt something else within the box. You smiled.

“Oh! A new set of earrings?” He grinned, pulling up the small thick hoops, eyeing them as they shined within the light.

“Hypoallergenic, too!” You chirped, eating up his expressions as he began putting on the hat, scarf, and switching out his old jewelry for the new ones.

“Merry Christmas, Tai-chan.” You murmured, and he gave you that infamous toothy, sweet smile of his.

“You too, Y/n.”

………….

“See? It’s not so bad!” You giggled, holding the phone up high.

“Yer a devil, ya know that?” You could hear him grumble. It was spring, again, and the both of you were in your second years. He admittedly lost a tiny bit of weight, due to him going to the gym, and you remained the same, except your feelings for him had grew. Almost three years of friendship, and you felt as if you knew him, forever.

Right now, you were sitting neatly at the small Fair, in the highest seat in which belonged to the Ferris Wheel, holding your phone up high while Taishiro was taking a break from his work to watch you look over the whole Fair grounds.

“Yeah, but you’re best friends with me!” You chirped loudly, giggling at his disgruntled huff. You had to be more careful with your words, you thought, as certain words were on the tip of your tongue.

You didn’t know what or how he felt. His face did redden a lot, but your mother said that he was young, and pretty girls did that to young men. You knew her intentions weren’t to drown out your hope, but to let you get a perspective on the situation, and to be careful with your feelings.

He and you had never dated, anyone. Him complaining that he was too fat, and you arguing that he was fine the way he is, genuinely caring about him as your lovable best friend. Of course your feelings had grown, and each time you went to reflect on them, you couldn’t help the passing negative thoughts.

He was in another country. He could actually have anybody he wanted to. If he was seeing somebody, you knew that you’d had to keep your distance from him, in respect of the relationship that he would be building with somebody else.

“Hey, you alright? You’re kinda silent.” His voice snapped your attention away from your thoughts.

“More than fine! Oh! They have a game in which you could win a live rabbit! It’s a little tough, but the bunnies look so cool!” You admitted, changing the subject, and he let out a bark of laughter.

“Bunnies, huh?”

“Yeah?”

“Nothin’. Hey, I gotta go back to work, see ya later!” He waved, and you waved back, smiling as you ended the call.

As your ride ended, you wondered around the grounds, just looking at the sights, and then something shiny had caught your eyes. It was a little stand selling trinkets, you thought as you walked closer. The shiny thing, were two little friendship bracelets with little clear plastic gummy bears hooked onto them, one orange, and the other was your favorite color. You felt yourself smiling, remembering the nickname that his mom had called him, thus leading to everybody else calling him that.

Of course, he was embarrassed, but the absolute flustered and adorable look that he’d given you as you tried out the name, was memorable. A thoughtful gift wouldn’t hurt, you grinned.

……………

You held up your wrist, grinning at his flustered look as the orange plastic bear twinkled in the sunlight.

“What are we, twelve?” He asked, but he held out the trinket, an evident smile was on his face. It was August the eighth, his birthday, and you’ve decided to surprise him with the thoughtful gift that you’d gotten in spring. Of course the look on his face was priceless, and you just ate it up with a grin as he seemed to think the same thing.

“Pft. Gummybear.” You broke the silence, and he bit his lip, looking away.

“That kinda sounds like a pet-name, when ya think about it.”

“What? It is a nickname.”

“Yeah. Between…well, never mind! Thank you for the gift, Chickadee!” He smiled warmly, tying the little bracelet onto his wrist. You gave him your own smile as he referred to your own nickname from school. …………

“Guess what?” You couldn’t help but grin wildly, the pure, cheerful energy was radiating off of you as you poured yourself a glass of tea.

“Hm? What is it, Chickadee?” He asked, smiling as if he could just feel your joy all the way from Osaka.

It’s December, now. The two of you had been friends for almost four years, and you had finally, finally-

“I’ll be graduating this spring!”

“Oh, Hon, that’s amazing!” He couldn’t help but mimic your wild grin.

“Yes!” You chuckled.

To be honest, because of the both of you being in college and at work, living two separate lives, you hadn’t seen or heard from him in a while. It didn’t stop the two of you from trying to reach out, however. The longest time you remembered not really seeing his face, lasted about a week because the two of you were so busy.

Imagine his surprise when you started crying with tears of joy, extremely happy to see him as he sent you a little gift in the mail. It was an ornament hair pin from the fair in Osaka, and oddly, it reminded you of him. Although humble, it had specks of amber and yellow, and you couldn’t help but feel touched that you had something significant that reminded you of him.

You wanted to hug him. You wanted to talk, face to face in a decent little cafe as he wore the hat and scarf that you’d made him, as you could hear his laughter that wasn’t sullied by the phone’s filter. Also, you wanted to know where the two of you were heading in life. You knew that you couldn’t hold in these feelings for him, forever, hell, you didn’t even know if you’ll ever see him face-to-face ever again, or when he’ll find a very accepting, lovely person and move on without you.

It did break your heart, a little, you couldn’t help but think as you sipped your tea, looking out from the window as he scribbled down notes in the background.

“Tai-chan.” You said, and something in your voice made his attention snap onto you with a look of worry as he read your face.

“Hey, Chickadee, what’s wrong?” He asked. You looked at him.

“When can we ever really see each other, again?” The weight must have been evident in your voice, and his expression furrowed with sympathy.

“That’s what’s gotten ya so upset?” He murmured softly.

“Yeah.”

“Fuuuuck, I wanna see ya, too!” He whined, suddenly, and you looked at him with surprise as he cursed.

“I’m telling your mom.”

“Because I said ‘Fuck’, or because I wanna see ya?”

“Both. She can arrive you in tow with a bar of soap in your mouth.” You felt yourself grinning, and he smiled warmly.

“Don’t be sad, Chickadee. When we’re rich and successful from such good jobs, we’ll go see each other every weekend. Hell, I might even get a soap dispenser so ya can wash out my mouth, yourself.”

“Oh, really?”

“Letcha tie me down.” He winked as you rolled your eyes.

“Aaaaand that’s when our friendship ends.”

“Pft. Anyways. What if….ugh, never mind. Hey, I gotta go, Chicky. Class starts in an hour, kay?”

“Alright, Gummy. See ya later.” …………………

What if, what? Kept playing in your mind for months, now. You’ve landed a very good job, and you were great at balancing time with work, family, and your life, while you and Taishiro had kept your ritual of staying in touch. He was more muscular, but still round, and had his earrings that you’ve gotten him for Christmas, still in tact.

He looked good, and the both of you knew it. You pushed down the little spike of jealousy and discouragement when he mentioned that he was getting more looks, now, but you were more mature, and you knew that he was an adult and could make his own decisions, despite your own feelings. You cared about him, and if you loved somebody truly, their happiness and growth should make you happy, you concluded.

It didn’t help the fact that he had still a pink flush to his cheeks, rubbing his head awkwardly as he said that he wasn’t really interested in people that he didn’t know, taking little glances at you.

God, Kami, or what, help you, you bit the inside of your cheek. You were hopeless. …….

“Hey, Chicka-umph!” He couldn’t finish the words. Five years. It took the two of you five years to finally graduate, get jobs, save money, and finally, finally-

“It’s been way too long!” You hugged him, burying your face into his jacket as you couldn’t help but let out the most widest grin in years. You let out a yelp of surprise as he had the gall to pick you up and spun you around, him laughing at your stunned expression as he settled you down after the short spiel, and you let out a giggle.

He was smiling down at you, chuckling as he had hugged you back, swaying you a little side to side as his cheeks flushed.

The two of you were in Osaka, his mother and step-father weren’t there, and you traveled alone, bringing only a small amount of luggage with your passport. He sighed.

“You’re still short.”

“Shut it, you’re just a giraffe.” You playfully stuck out your tongue and he rolled his eyes.

“Damn, it’s so good to see ya. Just think, our friendship started ‘cause of yer clumsy ass.” He couldn’t help but joke with you as he grinned at your pitiful attempt of a glare. He chuckled.

“I’m glad, though.” He murmured, and you hummed in agreement.

You’ve been waiting for this moment, learning Japanese and studying kanji as you walked alongside him, talking about everything and nothing, noticing that he had never really took out the earrings you’ve gave him, plus he and you opted to wear the gummy bear bracelets. Your smiled softly. It was as if the world spun on and the two of you slowly changed, yet like magnets, pulled closer together.

Since the day that you’ve discovered your own feelings for him, you had decided that you didn’t want anybody else, for he was showing interest, and your heart had remained unbroken as he unconsciously had taken good care of it. He was worth the hours you’ve put into your work, and the extra savings that you’ve had put back. If you had him as just a close friend forever, you’d be happy, you’ve decided.

It was a fun day. He had saved up to pay for reservations for the two of you to go to the aquarium, telling you that since you’ve made such an effort to see him, he was the one to treat you in Osaka, drinking in your expressions of wonderment and joy as he explained. He chuckled when you excitedly pointed out the whale shark, letting you rant on about how it was a filter feeder, and the biggest fish in the sea.

“Here. It’s my favorite, an’ I figured ya might like to try “the nation’s kitchen’s” street food.” He grinned, holding up a piece of takoyaki for you to try. After a long day of cooing and buying a bit of souvenirs, he led you outside, opting to let you try something that differed from his mother’s cooking from all those years back. You bit into it while he was still holding the toothpick, causing him to fluster, yet you paid no mind, letting the taste of octopus, onion, and sauce envelope your taste buds.

Your face heated up when you realized that it was actually pretty good.

“Good?” He gave a knowing grin. You nodded, and he chuckled.

“Ya got sauce on your cheek, ya messy thing.” He thumbed your cheek, wiping off the sauce. Much to your utter surprise, he had the gall to lick it, eyeing you with a smirk etched on his face.

“Did you just-”

“Tit for tat.” He winked, and you felt the blood rush up to your cheeks.

You couldn’t stay, long. Your boss had given you a limited amount of vacation days, and you could only stay until the night. He knew it, as well, and so the two of you had tried draw out the remaining day, him showing you all sorts of vending machines, helping you walk the ever busy streets as you felt so tiny compared to the skyscrapers, trying different foods, and briefly meeting his mom and step-dad.

She hugged you, rambling fast in Japanese, as you caught certain phrases. Taishiro let out a laugh.

“She misses ya. We all did.” He smiled, and you let out your own, deciding to comfort the fretting woman.

“She has to leave, ma.” He spoke in his native tongue, and she huffed.

“I haven’t seen her in years! Plus you spent all day with her, you heathen.” She then turned towards you.

“Ah, Honey, you look so tired and happy! Did you have a good day?” She cooed, squishing your cheeks playfully and you laughed a little.

“Of course!”

“I’m glad. Let my boy escort you to the airport, alright?” She hummed, and you nodded. ………

“Today was the best day I’ve ever had in such a long time.” He told you gently, and your heart hammered as you waited on for your flight in the lobby.

“Same for me. Makes me regret going back.” You gave out a little laugh, but it felt hallow.

“Yeah.” You focused on his solemn expression, eyebrows furrowed as he looked as if he didn’t really wanted you to go, either.

“Hey.” He broke the silence with a heavy conviction, and you looked up at him with confusion. He said nothing as he took your hand and placed it on his chest, and you were surprised on how fast it was beating. With his other hand, he cupped your jaw, rather gently, and now it was your turn to feel your heart hammering through your rib cage. You didn’t have time to say anything, as he leaned down and gave a chaste kiss on your mouth.

Time seemed to still to a stop for you, but he broke away too soon, face reddened, but he didn’t look as if he regretted it, and you couldn’t find yourself too, either.

“Please, for the love of Kami, be mine. Doesn’t matter when we’ll see each other again, I’ll save up and move to your country, if I have to-”

You interrupted him with your own little kiss, and he hummed into it, gripping you tighter to him as he broke away, only to lean into your neck.

“I’ve been holding these feelings in for a long time.” You murmured, and he nodded.

“Yeah? Since high school?”

“Yeah.”

“Same for me. When I was away from ya, I kept thinkin’, she’s so lovely, in no time, somebody’s gonna snatch her up. Was she waitin’ for me? Took me a while to figure the last one out, but I did.” He hummed, opting to raise his face and kiss your cheek, smiling.

“So, when’s the wedding?” You broke the silence with a joke, and he huffed.

“Ya know what, ya lil’ shit? Maybe tomorrow.”

“Really? We’re just going to...get married?” You looked at him with wonder, and although blushing furiously, he shrugged.

“We’ve known each other for so long. Been pinin’ and sayin’ nothing. Ugh, we’re both dumbasses.” He sulked a little, and you let out a giggle.

“Alright. We’ll plan for a wedding.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“No dates, or anythin’, just jumpin’ right into it?”

“We’ve been low-key dating. As friends, though. Maybe we could give it another year? See how everything works out as a couple? If we save up, we could get married and one of us move to either Japan or my country.” You explained, his expression softening as he kissed you again, a little firmer, this time.

“Alright. I don’t mind either option, or even if ya wanted your own traditional wedding. Heh. This is happening.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re mine and I’m yours, an’ we’re gonna get married.”

“I’m still a little surprised, but I’d have it no other way.”

“Same here.”

#Fatgum #Taishiro Toyomitsu #Fatgum x reader #Mutual pining #Fluff #International love #But like I was listening to Sister Christian and had this idea #Originally there was gonna be some angst but lol no Fluff November

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aestheticallykblog · 4 years

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BTS When They Have A Crush On You

♡ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣, 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙩! ♡

➤ 𝘽𝙏𝙎 𝙭 𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

➤ 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

➤ 𝙖/𝙣: 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 ♡

𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙠𝙟𝙞𝙣

You would not notice at all

He would give you compliments, show off, and buy you gifts (even after you told him a billion times you don’t want him to buy you anything)

But he’s done that from the very first time you met so you suspected nothing

He’s been your best friend for years, you would get used to it at some point

He tries to express himself through buying you things and taking you out to dinner

You’re oblivious every time

He would eventually get frustrated and blurt out his confession

Out loud

Every individual across your country could hear him confessing his feelings

After blushing and sweating for 30 minutes afterwards, he would beat himself up internally for losing his cool and wait for your response

“So uhh about what I said-..blurted out, do you mind if I take you on a few dates?”

𝙈𝙞𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞

Stubborn

Min Yoongi will not

And I repeat...will not

confess to you

With the stress of the music world, his own health, and his band mates, he feels he has no time

That doesn’t stop him from flirting though

And trying to sneakily get you to spend time with him every single day

The only way you find out that Yoongi had a crush on you is through Jungkook

One night of sojus and lamb skewers led to Yoongi telling Jungkook his darkest secret (his crush on you)

Unfortunately Jungkook can’t keep a secret to save his life

And that’s how you ended up confessing to Yoongi first

And that’s also how Jungkook ended up regretting his life choices for a week or two

“Aish, that brat told you, didn’t he?”

𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙠

This man will be incapable of hiding his feelings

So expect a confession very soon

Might be a little shy in the beginning

But once you get to know each other

You won’t get him to shut up

Not afraid to flirt with you at the most unexpected places in the most unexpected moments

Sneaks in smirks and winks just to see you flustered

Jokingly calls you his girlfriend in front of the other members (but he secretly means it)

Confesses up front with cute gifts and gets the other members to help

“I really like you and I’m hoping you feel the same...” *cue nervous smile*

𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙣

Tries his best to act “normal” around you

You know those guys that try to be a little bit too cool when trying to impress girls?

Yeah, that’s Namjoon

He wants to impress you with every fiber of his being so in the beginning he comes off a bit....no

But when you get to know him and hang around him more, you realize he’s a lovable nerd

And he drops the cool guy act very soon

You two become very very comfortable around each other

Comes up with dumb excuses to get you in his studio

Also comes up with dumb excuses to get some type of physical affection in, but you’re not complaining

Confesses at the most random time

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not but I like you as more than a friend, like a girlfriend, and it’s okay if you don’t like me back...well I would be kind of awkward and sad but it’s okay becau-”

Will literally rant on for 2 hours if you don’t stop him

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣

Literally everyone knows Jimin has a crush on you

Everyone

Even the mail lady

He has no shame in making you the topic in almost every single one of his conversations

He even posts small hints about you on his social media

Don’t expect much privacy, he will want to be by your side 24/7

Everyone thinks you guys are already a couple

Like one time an old lady who was walking her dog complimented you and said you guys were a beautiful couple

You denied the statement

Jimin nodded with a bright smile and told her “thank you”

That type of exchange happens almost every week

Until Jimin finally decided to step up and question you

“Would it really be that bad if we were a couple? I actually think we’d be pretty iconic.”

𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜

Doesn’t even realize he has a crush on you at first

He doesn’t realize until you tell him and the others that you’ve made plans to go on a date with a guy from your college

Cue jealous Tae

He’d probably ghost you for a few days to give himself time to figure out why he felt so angry at the fact you were gonna spend time with someone else other than him

Then boom

Lover boy activated

Endless amounts of attention, texts, gifts, compliments

Anything he could do to show you his feelings without telling you outright

You eventually got the idea and let’s just say the guy from your college was by himself at that date

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner, will you go on a date with me instead?”

𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠

We already know how Jungkook is with girls

And it’s no different with you

The man is (and I can not express this enough) shy

Honestly honey, good luck with his confession because that’s gonna take months

It’s very obvious that he likes you though

He’s even attempted to confess once before

Key word: attempted

Everyone knows and everyone is tired

Especially the other members

“If these bitches don’t just kiss already...” - Yoongi

After some motivation from his hyungs and a lot of practice with his wall, he finally grows the balls to confess

“Hey um..can I ask you something random? How do you feel about..y’know...me? Like a relationship with..me?”

#bts #bts fluff #fluff headcanons #kpop fluff #im soft #yes baby jungkook #ahh namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #rm #bts jhope #park jimin #BTS jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts fluff reactions

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junkyardlynx · 3 years

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ch. 1

“Don’t you remember? You were the one that came up with the idea years ago -- if things ever got too fucking weird, we’d bail into the forest for a week or two. Reset our heads, unplug from the Matrix or whatever. C’mon, man. Don’t tell me you’re gonna bail on US instead. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

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Pale sunlight filtered down through the misty branches, bathing the small clearing in an almost ethereal light. Morning dew glistened. Birds sung sweetly. The leaves and the eaves swayed and twisted to unheard music. This ritual carried on for thousands of years uninterrupted, a fresh and timeless dawn. The mountain air breathed sweet, as if inhaling it could remove all of one’s fears and anxieties, carried out on the carbon dioxide of hot, hot breath. The light of the morning disappeared further north as the canopy thickened considerably, devouring any remnant of the outside world. It was a perfect sort of darkness; welcoming and tender to the uninformed. In that isolated little haven, the sun and moon were equal, both providing just enough light to get lost by. Common sense would say to avoid it, but the allure of the unknown is often too inviting.

Silas found himself at a crossroads, as it wasn’t only the allure of the unknown that beckoned him north -- it was the actual, real, written invitation he’d received in the mail some four days ago after a particularly long phone call. The postcard contained only two lines: a set of coordinates and the words “bring party favors. C.” Party favors. Right. Coy fucker. Just write alcohol, he thought.

This was the right choice. His boss would figure things out somehow. Prick could barely differentiate his left foot from his right, but that was someone else’s problem. For a bit, anyway. Silas was always the quiet problem solver, the one who fixed all the gunked-up shit in the background so the company could trundle onwards with undeserved confidence like there was never an issue at all. Thankless work, but it paid well and let him use his brain while staying out of social situations.

Using that industrious little noggin of his, he managed to discern where to go once he reached the coordinates by making sense of the clues left by Charles. Thankfully, Big C had the good sense not to carve anything into trees like the destructive little knob he usually was. Instead, Charles left little crumpled up notes inside of brown paper bags. Things like childhood anecdotes, vague reminders of promises, shopping lists, all capped off with the next direction Silas should head in. While outwardly professing his frustration, Silas did have to admit the little game they were engaged in was fun. Part of him wondered if Charles did this for the other five people coming out to the Hundred-Mile Wilderness. Probably.

Maybe it was all part of that unwinding, that unplugging, that escape they all craved in this crazy, pandemic-riddled year. The kind of escape that only truly fortunate people could afford anymore - the ability to leave your life behind for a bit without major financial or social repercussion. Acutely aware of his luck and feeling a bit of shame for needing an escape from such a cushy life, Silas picked up the pace, heading north, into the deeper darkness as if to assuage his guilt.

The thing they don’t tell you about forests is just how fucking dense they are, Silas complained internally, wiping the sweat from his brow a his monstrous backpack’s straps dug into his shoulders. Though he was familiar with the forests and woods of Maine, the Hundred-Mile Wilderness was an altogether different beast. Perhaps some sort of Questing one. The waist-high brush and bushes popped up without sense or logic, gnarled roots erupting through the understory of the forest as if to trip up any unsuspecting hiker on purpose. Seeing any appreciable distance ahead was out of the question, so a careful trek through the trees usually meant one would keep their head pointed firmly at the forest floor.

That made the unfamiliar noises of the wilderness all the more alien.

Squeaks, cracks, crunching, twittering, skittering, and most concerning - stillness. While everything might unnerve the invasive species known as human beings by virtue of sheer unfamiliarity, it also indicated a relatively peaceful time. True stillness was something to be rightfully feared.

That quiet, that stillness was the forest holding its breath. Like a hero in a horror movie, stifling their noisy lungs so the craven killer, the creature wouldn’t catch them. The wilderness operated on the same logic, really. Something big and dangerous was skulking around, and it was best to make yourself scarce before you became a hungry bear’s lunch.

It was nothing Silas hadn’t experienced before when hiking with his father, or camping with Charles and Samir. They’d usually just pack up any particularly smelly rations and give that patch of the wild a large berth, but the thing is? Those true moments of stillness were particularly rare. Maybe one in ten trips.

A stillness had been following him for the last two days, coming on strong and sudden for a few minutes at a time. Birds would shiver out of a song, insects would find an excuse to stop biting for five seconds, treetop rodents froze in terror, and even the waving of the high, high branches seemed to stop. In those moments, it felt like something of singular intelligence and intent was drilling its eyes into him.

For lack of a better word, Silas felt hunted.

He did his best to shake that feeling, knowing it invited nothing but paranoia. Nothing bad had happened, anyway. Best not to let it ruin his oddly good mood.

However, as he stumbled and and navigated around a large, flowering bush of honeysuckle, all sound in the forest was simply...swallowed up. Even the telling clod of his own hiking boots striking the earth produced a startling amount of nothing. Confusion turned to fear, turned to agitation, turned to...laughter. That kind of manic, annoyed laughter that twined itself to the urge to cry.

“Charlie! Charles! Big C! I fuuuuuuuuucking get it! You can stop bro! It’s supremely hilarious that you’ve been pranking me, but just come out here and give me a hug or something.”

A beat.

The empty forest produced nothing. No answer, no friend, no friendship. No sound. An ever-dying amount of daylight.

A beat turned to two, turned to ten. Nothing. Nothing but an immense feeling of being observed, scrutinized, investigated, seen down to his very core as if there was nothing he could hide no sin no saintliness nothing secret from the watchful eyes of the world as it bore down on him with distinctly inhuman intelligence and intention deeper and deeper into-

Then, as if someone had turned the forest back on, birdsong filled the trees once more. Particularly fat and greedy mosquitoes honed in on Silas’ hot skin and with comedic precision, a squirrel tumbled harmlessly from one branch and down to another. Giving itself a momentary grooming to remove the debris it had acquired on its trip, it scampered off like it had a hot date it couldn’t be late for.

“Hooooooooh boy. Maybe I’m going crazy not being able to say dumb shit on Twitter or something,” Silas breathed in relief. Shaking his head, he continued forward for twenty, maybe thirty minutes cresting over the small hill he had been steadily surmounting. As he did, an all-too-familiar navy blue tent came into view. Then a garishly purple one, a muted sort of beige, and an awful neon affair. If one had to take a local’s view on it, it’d be something along the lines of “goddamn city-slickers who mock camo even when used in an appropriate setting.”

Maybe. But they were his city-slickers.

Abandoning common sense, Silas broke into a light jog. Slinging his massive backpack off his shoulder and holding it forward to act as a sort of counterbalance, Silas hurtled towards the camp. His speed proved too much to handle, though and eventually he outran himself, tripping over his own legs to end his descent in a most majestic tumble-and-dive maneuver. Laying on his back, Silas’ mud-streaked mop of blonde hair partially covered his face, and it was all he could do to suppress a giggle as everyone in the camp ran to see just what the hell had happened. Six faces crowded around him, and they all seemed deeply concerned before Silas’ laughter proved infectious, and all seven began to laugh together. Just like old times.

“Haha, ah, hey guys.”

“Hey, Sly-ass. Catching some Z’s already?”

“S-somethin�� like that, Captain Crunch.”

Charles smiled down at him, a cast-iron pan in his left hand and a serving fork in the right. Without missing a beat, Charles speared a freshly-roasted sausage link and held it above Silas’ mouth. Leaning up just enough to snatch a bite, Silas rest his head on the damp forest floor, seemingly at peace as he chewed the fatty meat.

Yeah, this is what he needed. This kind of trip was the one that changed your life.

#writing #my writing #novels #self-publishing #excerpt from my book #i dunno what to tag this #i just wanted to post the first chapter to show i'm getting...somewhere #and i'm not a waste of space

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jeong-uwu · 4 years

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Strangers to Lovers ~ Lee Jeno

a/n: severely unedited, oops<3 I love this Man with all of my heart though

genre: bulletpoint-scenarios, teeth-rotting fluff, maybe a teeny bit suggestive, gender-neutral reader<3

warnings: light swearing, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 2.1k

[ 5.19 P.M ]

the first time you would meet jeno

you were on campus, running late for your dance-practice

your eyes were trained on your phone as you frantically tried to send a mail to your professor about an assignment, while running towards your practice-room

as a result of this, you did Not watch where you were going

you only looked up when a pair of shoes came into your view

but by then it was to late to slow down

you ended up walking into him

your face colliding into his chest with a force strong enough to send the both of you flying to te ground

laying on top of him, you swiftly rolled off as you felt him groan underneath you

“OH GOD, I’m so sorry!!!”

too embarassed to lift your head, you apoligized profousedly, not stopping until you heard him chuckle

when your eyes finally looked up to meet his your breath got caught in your throat

he was GORGEOUS

the way the sun cast shadows over his sharp features made butterflies erupt in your stomach

“ah, hahah, no worries”

his tone was soft, and the way his eyes almost disappeared when he smiled melted your heart

“uh, you seem like you’re in a hurry, but could you by any chance point me in the direction of the cafeteria?”

his voice pulled you out of your trance, and your eyes widened

he smiled cheekily

you cleared your voice, embarassed to have been caught staring at his face

“uh, o-of course!”

helping him up from the ground, you kept apologizing even when you pointed himin the direction of the cafeteria

he just laughed, telling you it was fine

as he turned around to leave he threw a wink at you

O M G

your cheeks erupted in flames as he walked away, laughing to himself

internally you sighed in relief, happy that he wasn’t mad at you for running him down

you ended up being late to your practice, but after that encounter you didn’t really mind

the precence of the strange boy occupying your mind for the rest of the day

as fate would have it, you met jeno a second time

this time at a house-party

in all honesty

you wanted to be anywhere but there

it was your friend’s idea to come here, and they practically had to fight you to get you to join them

calling you a, quote “damned heremit”, and pulling out some cute clothes for you to wear

but here you were

it was one of the first parties since the semester started

and you guessed it

it was PACKED with freshmen, they were everywhere, trying to get as drunk as possible

you could already feel that a headache was on it’s way

luckily, it was rather dark in the house

so you did Not have to worry about people recognizing you

standing in the kitchen, you felt the familiar arm of your friend wrap itself around your waist

“y/n~ don’t be so boriiiiing”

as soon as they opened their mouth you could smell the alcohol

they were so drunk

you decided that they weren’t your problem right now

they could handle themselvs

and also, you’d just fetch them before you left to make sure they got home safely

you excused yourself, mumbling something about needing some fresh air, before making your way to the door

to say that it was difficult to get there was an understatement

the livingroom was so crowded you could barely move

and the stench of alcohol was soo strong

ooof

when you finally got outside you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding

it was in the middle of september, so the weather was a little crisp, but it was still refreshing

finding an untouched part of the lawn, you sat down

enjoying the feeling of the soft grass against your palms

you hadn’t even been at the party for that long, but you were already exhausted

closing your eyes you leaned your head back, letting the wind caress your bare arms and legs

“what’re you doing out here alone?”

the familiar voice startled you, and you lazily sat up

as you looked up, your eyes met the ones of none other than the boy you crashed into the other day

“huh?”

he laughed softly at your confused expression, sitting down beside you

“didn’t you come with someone?”

the way he tilted his head to the side made him resemble a puppy

so cute, omg

“ah, I came here with a friend, but it was too stuffy in there for me”

you nodded towards the house

“I needed some fresh air”

he nodded in understanding

you both fell silent, enjoying each others company

it wasn’t uncomfortable

just

silent

after a while you felt something drape over your shoulders

looking up, you found his face awfully close to yours

you hadn’t noticed that you were shivering, but he obviously had

looking at you with concerned eyes

“hey, are you alright?”

“uh, yeah”

when he finally realized how close he was sitting, he hastily pulled back

poor boy’s ears were bright red

he muttered a soft apology in your direction

you just shook your head at him

scooting closer to rest your head on his arm

you felt his body tense under you

you laughed at his reaction

scooting even closer

at this point he was ready to pass out at your close proximity

by now you were almost sitting in his lap

now, jeno had had his a fair share of flings

therefore he didn’t quite understand why, but you were different than the others

your intentions were more innocent

it seemed like you actually wanted to get to know him

not just get in his pants

sure, jeno knew he was handsome

he had been told that since he was young

but it wasn’t only a blessing

more often than not, people wanted to be close to him because of his looks or popularity at school

not because of who he was as a person

that could definetly be really tiring for him

he remembered the day he bumped into you on campus

oh, how cute you looked when you were flustered

he chuckled

and slowly, you could feel him relax again

his hand came up to grab one of yours, playing with your fingers

the conversation flowed easily between you

time wasn’t a thing anymore

the more you learned about him, the more you realized that you might be developing the crush on the guy

I mean, how could you not though

he was kind, interesting and had a very calm nature that instantly made you relax

he was also insanely handsome

you felt like you could talk to him for hours without getting bored

unfortunately, your mess of a friend decided to show up on the worst time ever

you heard a faint voice calling your name

oh NO

you sprung to your feet, scaring the life of the poor boy beside you

pressing a quick kiss to his cheek you muttered a quick apology before taking off to save your friends clothes from being puked on

“wait! I don’t even know your name!”

jeno tried to yell after you

but you were too far away to hear him

he jumped to his feet, going after you

but by now you had already disappeared

GOD, was he frustrated

like how bad could his luck be??

he’d met, and talked to you twice, and he still didn’t know your number, or even your name!

his head fell into his arms as he groaned loudly

he found you absolutely gorgeous

and he KNEW that he was going to have a hard time focusing on anything but your smile the following days

espeacially after that kiss

oh, what he would do just to be able to kiss you once

like properly kiss you

he stood up, defeatedly walking back to the house to find his friends

he was ready to leave

the third time you met jeno, you almost weren’t suprised

almost

your school’s basketball-team had a match

and you had promised a friend on the team to come watch

so there you were

seated on the uncomfortable benches right behind your team

as you looked over to the other team you almost choked on your own salvia

because there he was

none other than the man of the hour

lee jeno

you knew just by looking at him, that jeno was fit

but never woud you have thought that he was the captain of his school’s basketball team

he looked absolutely amazing in the uniform

his arms in the sleveless shirt just

Damn

you couldn’t take your eyes off him

you were completely in a trance

even as the game started

watching him run across the court

it seemed like he was flying

whoaaa

luckily for you he was concentrating hard on his game

that meant you could openly adore him without him noticing

you found it strange how you felt so nervous when you knew he was close now, but not at the party

in the end you blamed it on the alcohol you had consumed that evening

I mean, you weren’t drunk, but definetly a bit tipsy

you were startled out of your daydreaming by the loud noice of a bell, signalling that the match was over

looking up you found that his team had beat yours by just a couple points

let’s be real though

you were kinda sad

even though jeno was on the other team you still wanted your school to win:((

begrudgngly, you went out on the court to your friend

either to congratulate or comfort him, depending on how he felt

and also

kinda trying to avoid jeno in the process

tbh, you were really embarrassed by the way you had left him at the party

running away like some madman

the memory made you cringe

he must have thought you were insane

oof

you found your way over to your sulking friend

whining loudly as he captured you in a sweaty hug

“ew ma, get off of me”

he just laughed in response, letting you go in favour of talking to some of the other players

you were drawn into the conversation, not understanding much of what they were discussing, but still paying close attention

you didn’t even notice the looming presence behind you until you felt someone tapping your shoulder

“excuse me-”

yeah, you guessed it!!

you turned around, coming face-to-face with none other than the man you tried to avoid, jeno

his breath got caught in his throat as he just stared at you

you were there, standing right in front of him

how was that even possible

like, he knew you went to this college, but what were the chances pf actually meeting you???

and GOD you looked absolutely gorgeous

just looking at you, he found it hard to breathe

the oversized sweater you were wearing made you look so cute and cozy

and aaaaaah

he just wanted to pepper your face with kisses

you gave him a small smile, breaking him out of his trance

“YOU!”

your eyes widened obviously startled by his loud voice

“m-me?”

you could feel the eyes of the whole basketball-court on you, making you want to crawl into a big blanket and stay there for the rest of your life

you looked down, wanting to melt into the ground, and stay there

instead, you felt his hands come up to tenderly cup your face

he stepped closer

so close that his breath tangled with yours and that your noses almost touched

your own hands went to his chest, clutching the material of his jersey

you could feel his heart beating wildly underneath your palms

he looked at you for what felt like an eternity

drinking in all the details of your face

before finally

he pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss

making the people around you riot and erupt in to a choir of oooh’s

when he finally pulled away you were met with the sweetest smile you’d ever seen

making his eyes almost dissappear

it was the most beautiful smile you had ever seen

“I’m jeno, by the way”

“y/n”

you barely managed to croak out an answer

suddenly becoming aware of the eyes watching you, you turned shy

shoving your face into the nearest hiding-place

jeno’s chest

you felt his hands come around your waist and a laugh rumbling in his chest

“y/n~ what a beautiful name”

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damn allowed myself to want things for a day and all i want is a van to live in, knowledge, freedom, weight loss, and a bass guitar.

im. happy with that i think. im proud of me, no jokes. im proud of being able to want things and care about them and vibrate towards them with longing. im... pleased with that. its fulfilling in a way Not Wanting For Anything isnt, because thats... kinda hollow. empty. in a vacant, lonely, yearning and grieving and SAD way. maybe because i Couldnt Want then. i Couldnt Desire or it would be used against me or taken away. that sucks. that sucked.

and now. im free to want again. and comparatively???? i think im very much never going to aim for buddhism or that weird Not Desiring Not Attached Nirvana mindset. like good for u but been there out of trauma and its not fun theres no reason to truly Live. u just float endlessly and experience and it aches so badly!!!! it hurts to want to want and not be able to. and i guess that is different from not wanting at all but... its not different enough for me to justify ever going back to that. or going forward to that. i just got this back and screw enlightenment if it means i have to give up on my passions i dont think life is worth living without it.

and anybody who looks down on that from a spiritual tower has yet to examine their own pride and how empty they feel without it.

anybody who looks down and smiles and wishes me luck on my journey? good for them. im glad theyre living their best life, on their journey as they see fit.

and i feel the need to protect myself because ive been hurt by the pride- the arrogance of others before. a lot of my hurts and traumas stem from my mother being too prideful to recognize that she can be wrong and someone under her power could be correct over her. and it was an uncomfortable truth. so she denied it was one at all and hurt me. i know the reason could be elaborated on. she didnt want to confront her own internal logic. or trauma. or even doublethink. that doesnt excuse her hurting a child for the sake of her sense of pride, of comfort, of self-worth. a child under her power, that she claimed to be parent of. teacher of.

not owing anyone anything is not the same as not hurting anyone. i havent reconciled that yet. oppressors should be held accountable for their mistakes, and give reparations if the harm is physical at LEAST. and i think that applies to politics, yes. privately though? if i beat up a nazi, i dont want to pay for his hospital bills. my personal philosophy struggles between equating people and ideas as a worth measurement, and realizing that that line of thinking is... similar to oppressors. but. its based on something people can change. the question is, do i think "if given the opportunity" is a good enough reason to stop and question a racist that runs their mouth? and do i think pre-emptive violence is okay? if say, a nazi walks into a bar and doesnt say anything but is wearing all the red flags and bells and whistles. i dont think that justifies a beatdown. being asked to leave, sure, but the beatdown doesnt start til the first remark flies.

once the intent is given OR the action is taken, the line is drawn. doesnt matter if they Havent Had The Chance. if theyre starting shit outside of debate spaces like that, and not, say, asking questions, theyre not looking for new perspectives, and it is NOT my job to educate people. its not my job to Show People The Light. a quick fucking google search could tell them why theyre wrong. if they havent put even the most basic energy into questioning their beliefs, thats on them.

it sounds like im trying to absolve myself of blame here. largely because. i think i should go out and help educate people because theyre inherently complacent if theyre, yknow, in a position of power. aka white folk and men and rich folk and cis folk and on and on and on. these people dont live my reality. they dont live the reality of a gay black man in the south, or a genderqueer lesbian in the west, or an indigenous woman whose nation is being targeted, or a muslim woman who cannot wear her headcoverings in the face of danger of death, or an asian immigrant who cant get a job because of COVD age discrimination resurging. we will never live each others realities, but we can become aware of them.

they wont come into awareness without someone asking or telling, and then doing something to change them.

we shouldnt need to go running to people in power for them to be aware of problems in the populace, govt is supposed to help and solve issues like this. like. actively. thats the whole point, make life better for the countrys citizens. and individuals in a position of social power...

are individuals who didnt take on a responsibility to protect and serve or otherwise care for the populace of a nation. i personally think they SHOULD care, but they are not obligated to. i cant make them care about others.

and honestly, on some of them, it would be a waste of time. there are people who want to change or question things and yknow what? they seek out answers. in people or places or online usually. stats and stories.

so like. i dont think someones Potential as a person matters when theres a throwdown about to happen. it really isnt my responsibility to save people from themselves or try to change their sides against their will. if they want to chat about it they can ask questions first.

not throw insults or punches or hatred.

what people have been taught is worth analyzing and trying to correct IN SOCIETY but i cant fix every broken white boy that comes to me. PSAs, fliers, outreach, online videos, debate spaces. those are things i already have access to and can be a part of if i really want to go around changing minds. or yknow. get involved in legislation and be myself around others to change their perceptions of whats socially acceptable or normal. maybe protest, maybe call congressfolk, etc.

but not every comment has to be analyzed or a learning opportunity. im allowed to shut it down, and people can respect that or stop talking to me. this isnt my parents house where i had to justify everything that i said or did when scrutinized, and doubly justify any criticism i had of mother, or any joke i frowned at instead of smiling.

these people dont have that power over me. they arent my mother. they arent my boss, and if they are i can fuck off and get a new job if necessary. they dont have financial control over my living space and food and schooling and physical control of where i can go and with who and for how long. I CONTROL THAT. I do.

Huh. maybe thats why i want a van so bad. i mean... when this lease ends if nobody is gonna end up living with me...

i could just... live in my car and shower at truck stops. get a storage unit for my stuff. save by driving jobs. like 40 to 60 a day. tear out my cars back, insulate it, and install my mattress pad there. water on the floor, cooler next to it, wooden cutting coard, knife, single camping plateware set, and another little shelf for spices. maybe a hot plate i can hook up to the car battery? get a long enough usb and it might be doable. i could go camping and open the trunk to just... vibe.

because yeah, honestly? i dont plan on having a solid apartment for a bit. like a long bit. and i still have like 70000 miles on my car before itll want to go. and by that point, even at like 100 miles a day, thats like 2 years, less if i go cross country in that vehicle. i could save up SO MUCH for a better vehicle, or like. college. live on campus, get some credit, continue working after i figure out want i want to do.

i think thats a solid plan, even if i dont get another apartment and put everything in storage. work as i need to instead of all the time for rent, really only paying for gas, car repairs, car ins, food, and phone data/hotspot internet... that would bring my monthly expenses down to like 500 a month max instead of like 1400. id only need to make some 1000 a month doing contract stuff to save for taxes and stuff. anything extra would be just that: extra for savings and things. holy shit.

depending on how this next month goes for my friends, holy s h i t.

i. i might do this. legitimately.

i. dont think i can yet. i need proof of address to get my license im pretty sure? but hey, thatll be my 21st this year, so. once i have that i wont need a new address for a While. i dont know if ill want one, really.

i could always just ask a friend or family member if i could use theirs for mail that cant go to a PO box.

anyway. yeah. wow.

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Tangled Timelines Chapter 2 Rated: T Chapter Wordcount: 4,402 Chapter Summary: Visiting Jackie definitely doesn't go according to plan. Notes: I know it seems like I planned the update to be this way, but I really didn't.This fic is giving me grief, but I'm powering through, and for that you all should def give it up to @hey-there-juliet , my wonderful beta ♥

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The landing was relatively smooth as they materialized in the middle of the playground next to the Estates. Rose grabbed her bag but then just stood there, staring blankly at the time rotor.

What if she hates me?

Her projected terror and anguish hit the Doctor with the pain of a physical blow. He raced around the console and pulled her into a hug that was probably a bit on the side of too tight in his attempt to hold her as close as possible. She dropped her things back onto the jumpseat before wrapping her arms around him and balling his coat in her fists.

“Rose, your mother will never hate you. If I know one thing for certain about Jackie Tyler, it’s that she loves you more than anything else in the Universe,” he informed her, willing his sincerity to find a way to make it through their connection, with the way his bondmate’s emotions were seemingly attempting to take it over.

“It’s just going to be so much for her to take in. How’s she supposed to deal with that?”

“I’m definitely not saying her initial reaction will be at all pleasant. I think it would do you some good, memorizing this face. Appreciate it. It’s a nice face, and who knows what I may end up with once she’s done with me? But that being said, overall I’m extremely confident that your mum will still know that you’re you, no matter what’s happened to your body.”

“I hope so,” his wife sighed, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I know so,” the Doctor whispered in her ear before pulling back slightly. “In fact, let’s just stay here for a bit. That way you don’t have to immediately get into everything, just enjoy spending time with your mum. Then after we tell her, we’ll stick around so that she has to get used to the idea. I mean, we have wedding things to do still, if that growing list on your nightstand is any indicator.” Plus, it will hopefully get me some points. While it seemed unlikely that he would get into Jackie’s good books anytime in the near future, he’d take anything that would swing things in his favor.

“That would be nice.” Rose finally managed a smile.

“Alright then, it’s settled. Now that we’re here, let’s just have tea and takeaway with your mum. We’ll watch some telly, figure out the whole of London’s business, and while she’s at it, she can explain to me exactly why she enjoys doing laundry so much.”

At that his wife laughed. The Doctor leaned down and kissed her, sending love and happiness across their bond and was inordinately pleased to have it returned. He did such a good job cheering her up, in fact, that he was now feeling quite good about this whole thing. Spending weeks at the Powell Estates wasn’t exactly what he’d prefer to be doing, but he’d managed it over Christmas and New Years, so he was confident that he would survive it again. All too soon Rose pulled away, once again grabbing her laundry and then quickly making her way to the door.

“C’mon, then. You’re gonna regret parkin’ all the way over here, if we’re staying for so long.”

“Nah, we’ll just move her later. Shove all the furniture in your old room out of the way so that she’ll fit,” he decided as he followed her out of the TARDIS.

Once Rose got her arms through the straps of the bag, he took her hand and they meandered through the playground.

“I have missed mum,” she said, taking in the bustle of life around them. “How long have we been gone? For her, I mean.”

“Oh, only about two weeks.”

“Really? Do you think she’s even gotten the postcard yet? How long do they usually take, it being international and all?”

“Should have gotten here by now. Can’t know for sure, though, too many unknown variables.”

“I bet you’re tryin’ to do the maths now,” she teased, swinging their arms back and forth as they got closer to Jackie’s flat. With their future discussion pushed back a bit, Rose was becoming more and more excited about this trip, and the Doctor could feel how much she had missed her mother. While it would only be two weeks for Jackie, it had been over a month for them.

“I’m doing all sorts of maths right now, so what if some of them happen to be related to customs services? Keeps me occupied.”

“If doing calculations and things could really keep you occupied, we’d do a lot less running for our lives,” his bondmate oh so helpfully pointed out.

The Doctor didn’t bother responding to this as they made their way up the stairs.

“Mum, it’s us! We’re back!” Rose called as she unlocked the door.

“Oh, I don’t know why you bother with that phone, you never use it!” Jackie exclaimed, quickly meeting them at the door.

“Aw, c’mere,” his wife smiled, opening her arms.

He squeezed past them both as they hugged and said their ‘I love yous’ in the tiny hallway, only to get dragged back by Jackie.

“Oh no, you don’t. Come here!” his mother-in-law said, pulling him into a sort-of hug that trapped both of his arms to his sides, for some reason finding it necessary to rock him back and forth. Rose had no pity, quickly getting out of their way.

You’re a bad wife, he mentally chastised as Jackie planted a much too wet kiss on his cheek.

All he got in return was a buzz of telepathic laughter.

“Hello, Jackie!” he squeaked. “How are things?”

“They’d be better if you managed to fly that spaceship of yours proper! It’s been three months! You said you two’d be back ages ago. I was starting to wonder if you’d be a year again!”

What?!

He winced at Rose’s telepathic shout. Really could have sworn he’d double checked the date.

“I’ll, er, check the TARDIS in a bit. Been awhile since I’ve done a full systems check. Lots of delicate machinery, you know. Speck of dust on the wrong circuit and then bam, end up in 1546 instead of 2546, and let me tell you they have two completely different dress codes,” he rambled as he finally escaped her grasp.

Is that really what you think, or is it something else? his wife asked over the bond. She was of the opinion that the TARDIS always had a reason for landing them somewhere they hadn’t intended on going.

“I get this postcard in the mail,” Jackie went on, “from bleedin’ Alaska, then nothin’. Phone goes straight to voicemail, you don’t answer any of my texts. Lucky the hall was booked so far in advance when you set the date. But now you’re back, that’s what matters, I know.”

Could go either way, he admitted. It is true that I’ve been doing a lot less maintenance than usual.

Her concern was quickly forgotten as she shrugged her rucksack off of her shoulders and refocused on her mum.

“Yeah, calls didn’t go through because the flight went wrong. Still, I’ve got loads of washing for ya,” she said, passing Jackie the bag and really, he couldn’t understand why her mother was smiling about being handed a bunch of laundry.

The Doctor rolled his eyes and looked around for a moment before deciding that the stack of freshly opened mail on the table was probably the most interesting thing in the room (he was wrong - dead boring).

“And I got you this,” his wife continued, “it’s from the market on this asteroid bazaar. It’s made of, er, what’s it called?”

“Bazoolium,” he replied, speed reading through all the bills one more time and trying to make sense of exactly why it cost this much for all of these incredibly basic things. He couldn’t understand why neither Rose nor Jackie would let him upgrade the flat so that there would be no need to pay some company for electricity or gas or television. As someone who constantly complained about how expensive these things were, you’d think her mum would be all for him making some improvements. It was all a lost cause, though, so he switched to one of Jackie’s tabloids.

“Bazoolium,” Rose repeated. “When it gets cold, yeah, it means it’s going to rain. When it’s hot, it’s going to be sunny. You can use it to tell the weather!”

“I’ve got a surprise for you and all.”

“Oh, I get her bazoolium, she doesn’t even say thanks.”

He turned and gave his bondmate a smirk. While he had also been hoping that her mother would appreciate the present, the Doctor also wasn’t surprised. Jackie Tyler never did tend to act predictably. When they don’t come back with trinkets, she asks why they didn’t think of her when they were gallivanting around. They do, and she doesn’t have the attention span to appreciate it. Just their luck, really.

“Guess who’s coming to visit? You’re just in time. He’ll be here at ten past. Who do you think it is?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, go on. Guess.”

“No, I hate guessing. Just tell me.”

“It’s your granddad.”

The Doctor had been mostly focused on the gossip magazine (while mostly rubbish, they did have a knack for reporting on alien matters that the general public had been conditioned to not believe), but at this he snapped his head up. He’d never met a grandfather of Rose’s, and the alarm that shot through their bond had him very curious to learn why that was.

“Grandad Prentice,” Jackie continued. So, maternal grandfather then. “He’s on his way any minute. Right, cup of tea! I’ve told him all about the upcoming wedding, you know.” She disappeared into the kitchen, presumably to make tea. He was quick to drop the magazine and see what exactly had his wife so upset.

“She’s gone mad,” Rose told him in a low voice. How could this have happened?

“Tell me something new,” he quipped, trying to lighten the mood as images of an older gentlemen played through their connection.

“Grandad Prentice, that’s her dad,” she continued, “but he died, like, ten years ago.” Now she shared images of the funeral, open casket, no question as to whether the man they were burying was indeed Jackie’s father. “Oh my god, she’s lost it.” How can she have gone so crazy in so short a time?! I know that it’s been months instead of weeks, but she was fine when we left!

We’ll figure it out, he assured her as he followed her into the kitchen.

“Mum? What you just said about granddad …”

“Any second now,” Jackie told them, looking thrilled.

The Doctor took a deep breath and looked around, activating senses that he usually kept blocked off so as to avoid the constant distraction. Something was off, but it was just, just a tickle. He couldn’t possibly explain the slight deviation from normal, and knew without trying that the sonic wouldn’t be able to isolate it. The TARDIS might be able to, but still, he would probably need a better idea of what to have her look for. Narrow it down.

“But he passed away,” his bondmate calmly explained. “His heart gave out. Do you remember that?”

“Of course I do.” The manic gleam still hadn’t left her eyes, though.

Was it some sort of gas? Chemical? No, couldn’t be. He’d be able to taste it in the air. Telepathic influence? Unlikely, since there wasn’t anything brushing up against their barriers.

“Then how can he come back?”

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” her mum countered as all of his hairs began to stand on edge. She checked her watch. “Ten past. Here he comes.”

Even before the spectral figure emerged right in Jackie’s kitchen, the Doctor’s mind was blaring a mauve alert, his time senses flailing, unable to compensate for whatever it was that had just appeared. The timelines of everyone at the Estates, of everyone in London, maybe even the whole of the United Kingdom for all he knew, tangled and cut off and back on again, on and off in an unsustainable state of temporal flux. All the while the spin of the Earth jolted slightly off kilter. This was bad bad bad bad bad.

“Here we are, then,” Jackie went on as if this was all completely normal. The Doctor’s eyes never left the ghostly figure and he knew that Rose was just as fixated. “Dad, say hello to Rose. Ain’t she grown?”

That is not your grandfather, he managed to project even as the rest of his brain was focused on trying to parse out what exactly could possibly be causing this.

Yeah, no, I know, came his bondmate’s panicked response as he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the flat as quickly as he possibly could.

Every instinct the Doctor possessed was telling him to get away from the planet as quickly as he possibly could, but that wasn’t going to happen. Like countless times before, he was running toward the danger. Soon enough they were out of the building, finally pausing when they reached the narrow street between the different blocks of flats.

“They’re everywhere!” he exclaimed, baffled as everyone around them went on with their days as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening at all even as it seemed like every sense he possessed was screaming wrong wrong WRONG. And he knew that he was projecting it all through the bond, it would take immense concentration to stop it and he needed to focus all of his energy on figuring out what it was that was causing it, on parsing out exactly what his body was trying to tell him.

Time was in flux, but also tangling and breaking but coming back together. It was as if whatever this was truly wasn’t corporeal enough to properly influence the timeline … yet. But they still had possible futures in which they did.

“Doctor, look out!” Rose yelled, and he barely had a moment to figure out what he was looking out for when one of the ‘ghosts’ walked right through him.

Cold.

Death.

Nothing.

It felt awful. Both he and his wife shuddered at the shared sensation, and a horrible metallic taste lingered on the Doctor’s tongue. Whatever these creatures were, he knew without a doubt that they weren’t good.

What are we gonna do?! Rose panicked across the bond.

He didn’t know. But he would figure it out. Before he could properly articulate that, Jackie finally caught up with them.

“They haven’t got long,” she told them. “Midday shift only lasts a couple of minutes. They’re about to fade.”

“What do you mean, ‘shift’?” the Doctor asked, hating that Jackie Tyler knew more about the phenomenon than he did and ignoring his bondmate’s exasperation about this fact. “Since when did ‘ghosts’ have ‘shifts’? Since when did ‘shifts’ have ‘ghosts’? What’s going on?”

He tried to think again about how it had physically felt, his thoughts moving so fast that he had to have missed something important. So much information coming in, but the horrid feeling drowned a lot of it out. It definitely wasn’t natural - nothing about them was. They didn’t belong here. Not on this planet, not even in this galaxy. But yet there was something familiar as well. A wrongness that he’d felt before? But he’d never felt anything like that before, so how -?

You’ll figure it out, Rose assured him.

“Oh, he’s not happy when I know more than him, is he?” Jackie commented, cheekily catching onto exactly what he’d been thinking earlier. His wife nearly laughed despite the dire seriousness of the situation.

“But no one’s running, or screaming, or freaking out,” the Doctor continued as if she hadn’t spoken.

“Why should we? Here we go, twelve minutes past.”

They all watched as the so-called ‘ghosts’ slowly faded out of existence. The timelines around them became more stable, but still with an ever so slight flicker. Probably because whatever was making it possible for these things to press themselves onto the Earth was still happening, still intended to do it again. After all, apparently there were shifts (of all the rubbish things).

Calm down. Rose sent a soothing wave of comfort over the bond as they headed back toward her mum’s flat - and it did help, but only a little.

I need more information, he told her (also reminding himself).

Once inside again, he took his wife’s hand and pulled her into the sitting room, all but dragging her onto his lap when he sat on the sofa and turned on the telly. It was years ago that he’d last done this, sat in Jackie Tyler’s flat attempting to figure out what alien phenomena was happening via channel flipping. Her mum sat down with them and thankfully didn’t comment about the way he was nearly clinging to her daughter.

One of the things he’d quickly flipped through when they arrived was the TV guide, so the first program he turned on was ‘Ghostwatch’, which he’d assumed was one of those fake ghost hunting shows with subpar night vision and poorly altered technology that really only picked up and enhanced the latent low level psychic radio waves of the people in the area, who of course were imagining the machine would say something spooky. Obviously it was something different.

So those ghost hunting things really are rubbish? his bondmate commented, sounding a little disappointed.

Sorry, he replied, even though he wasn’t feeling apologetic in the slightest. I could make one of those ‘ghost’ voice boxes and sit in this room and your mum would be able to hear everything we were saying right now. It actually is impressive technology, telepathic vocalizers. But it’s an accident that the human race hasn’t realized yet.

It was a good distraction, talking to Rose about this, because the actual Ghostwatch program was beyond unsettling.

“What the hell’s going on?” he muttered aloud, as the host of the program was obviously adding to a story that had been in development for some time and not telling him anything helpful (not that something resembling a military formation around Westminster Bridge wasn’t worth noting, but still). He changed the channel.

The weather wasn’t about weather, it was about ‘ghosts’.

Good thing I got mum the Bazoolium, Rose tried to joke, but the thought was accompanied by waves of stress. The Doctor wished that he could help, could make her feel better, but he knew that his own anxiety was just compounding it, making a feedback loop. He flipped the channel again.

Ghost drama.

Do you think this is why the TARDIS landed us here, made us skip months ahead? His wife wondered as he navigated away from the reality show.

Nothing important.

Must be, though you’d think she’d land us right when it started. Where we could have done something about it before they had a chance to affect the timelines this much. He quickly hit the channel button, refocusing on what he’d noticed about the timelines around them when they were outside.

Ghost advertisements.

There was something familiar about those as well. He just needed to think. And skip the commercials.

Ghosts in France.

Worldwide, then? Rose hazarded a guess as things began to click. England. France. A glimpse of a time storm at the 2012 Olympics. He punched in a channel this time.

Ghosts in India.

Yes, that was what was so familiar! This is what he’d caught when they were watching the fireworks. He punched in another channel.

Ghosts in Japan.

At first he thought that the slight shift in his bondmate’s mood was just because Rose (and her mum) loved watching Japanese telly, but then he focused in on her thoughts and she was remembering the time storm as well. Not just the chaotic timelines, but what he had said about theirs. He wasn’t meant to see their timeline, it should be impossible, but it had been there, cutting through the storm and continuing on.

It was hope.

Regardless, he wasn’t about to take any chances. Everything was still in flux. Just because he had seen that didn’t mean it was fixed. Not with the way the timelines around them continued to swirl and change based on variables he still had no real knowledge of.

“It’s all over the world.” Planetwide catastrophe. Definite invasion. An invasion he’d missed. He didn’t want to stamp out the tenuous hope Rose was beginning to feel, but it was hard for him to not feel bleak about his chances of fixing this. Why would the TARDIS land them so late?!

The Doctor blindly changed the channel.

Eastenders.

Eastenders with ghosts.

He turned off the telly, tossed the remote onto the coffee table, and held his wife tighter for a moment before shifting them a bit so that he could more easily talk to Jackie. It wasn’t so bad, really, that he needed help from his mother-in-law. It was fine. If he repeated that enough, he’d eventually believe it, right?

“When did it start?”

Jackie leaned forward, obviously thrilled to get into things. “Well, first of all, Peggy heard this noise in the cellar, so she goes down-”

The Doctor rolled his eyes, already regretting asking. “No, I mean worldwide.”

“Oh. That was about two months ago. Just happened. Woke up one morning and there they all were. Ghosts everywhere. We all ran ‘round screaming and that. Whole planet was panicking. No sign of you, thank you very much. I tried calling, texting - nothing. Worried sick, but then it’s always been hard to get ahold of you in that ship of yours. Then it sort of sank in. It took us time to realize that we’re lucky.”

Two months ago. Those were the coordinates he had punched in. That he knew he had entered in. But the TARDIS had changed them. Why?!

Rose shifted off of his lap to sit closer to her mum.

“What makes you think it’s granddad?” she asked, rubbing Jackie’s shoulder, sympathy and compassion coming off of her in waves.

“It just feels like him,” his mother-in-law began to explain. “There’s that smell, those old cigarettes. Can’t you smell it?”

No. No, there definitely was not. And he would know. Superior olfactory system.

“I wish I could, mum, but I can’t.”

“You’ve got to make an effort,” Jackie insisted. “You’ve got to want it, sweetheart.”

And that, that gave him some real insight to what was going on. A psychic connection. Much more subtle than telepathy. Belief.

His wife turned to look at him as he confirmed his suspicions.

“The more you want it, the stronger it gets.”

“Sort of, yeah,” Jackie replied.

“Like a psychic link,” the Doctor explained aloud, for her benefit. “Of course you want your old dad to be alive, but you’re wishing him into existence. The ghosts are using that to pull themselves in.”

Not that they were actually ghosts, but one thing at a time.

“You’re spoiling it.”

None of it was real, but Jackie’s heartbreak obviously was. Still, he couldn’t let her live in the illusion. Whatever the ‘ghosts’ really were, they were dangerous.

“I’m sorry, Jackie, but there’s no smell, there’s no cigarettes. Just a memory.”

“But if they’re not ghosts,” Rose chimed in, “what are they, then?”

The Doctor turned away, trying to think. The way the timelines react to them, the various possibilities, they must be corporeal in some context.

“Yeah, but they’re human!” her mother exclaimed. “You can see them. They look human.”

There’s shifts. Can’t have shifts without someone being in charge of the timing. So they don’t exist in the world all the time. Just some of the time. And without their proper form.

“She’s got a point,” his bondmate conceded. “I mean, they’re all sort of blurred, but they’re definitely people. Or humanoid, y’know.”

“Maybe not,” he pointed out, turning back toward them. “They’re pressing themselves into the surface of the world. But a footprint doesn’t look like a boot.” With that, he stood up. There was work to be done. “Let’s get back to the TARDIS. I have some scans I want to run.”

“You’re not takin’ off again, are you?” Jackie asked, alarmed.

“No, no. At least, not yet. Right now I just need the equipment.”

“How ‘bout I meet you there in a bit,” Rose suggested, standing up just to give him a hug.

He really wished her mother wasn’t in the room. It wasn’t that he was feeling particularly, er, romantic, but still. It would be nice, comforting to just be able to hold her for a moment, maybe a quick snog, without prying eyes. His wife smiled before standing up on her tiptoes and giving him a peck on the lips that he wasn’t quite ready for. When she went to step down, the Doctor pulled her right back up and gave her a proper kiss.

If he had his way, they wouldn’t be separated for a moment. His instincts were screaming against it. In the end, it made having to listen to Jackie scoff a very minor inconvenience. They were all in incredible danger, he could at least get a farewell snog.

“I’ll be home soon,” Rose promised as she broke the kiss.

Home.

Somehow she was always able to make him so ridiculously happy, even when the rest of him was gripped with fear. The Doctor didn’t trust his voice, so he simply nodded.

I love you, he projected over the bond.

I love you, too, she replied, even as she released him, stepping back towards her mum.

He noticed Jackie roll her eyes, but she also had a bit of a smile - he wasn’t going to forget that later.

“Right,” he finally managed. “Off I go, then. Oh! By the way, you might want to push some things aside in Rose’s old bedroom. Unless you want the neighbors to start complaining about ‘my constant comings and goings’ again. Planetwide invasion aside, we figured we’d stay a few weeks.”

Then he was out the door, though he still heard Jackie’s excited screech of, “Really?! Why didn’t you say so before!”

The Doctor couldn’t help but smile as he walked toward the TARDIS.

#ficandchips #ten x rose #timepetals #tenrose #dw fanfiction #dw classic trope event #fandom: doctor who #pairing: rose x doctor #fic: tangled timelines #my fic

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(( First of all, look at this amazing, gaudy Nautolan I made. I love him. :D ))

Many Acolytes would have loved for a Sith Lord or, even better, a Darth to notice them. That was one of the better ways to add to the chances that one might survive the Sith Academy.

Pikxei, however, was typically happy to not have them notice him or, at least, not notice him in a way that would make them do anything but sneer some comment about aliens or colours. Neither particularly bothered him; he could hardly change the fact that he wasn't human or Sith and many things that were either venomous, poisonous, dangerous, or a combination of any of those things were brightly coloured.

Unfortunately, there always was the risk that it would attract attention and the luck that had kept it from attracting attention beyond the superficial seemed to have just run out.

"Look at you!" Standing much more quickly than one might have expected from someone looking Bi'ev's age and standing rather a lot shorter than one might have expected for one of the Sith Purebloods, Bi'ev managed to do both, leaving his tuk'ata to raise its head lazily then lower it again, seemingly dozing off once more as its Master moved away. The Overseer that the much shorter Pureblood had been speaking with appeared to be momentarily shocked that their conversation had been so jarringly cut off by Bi'ev standing from his previous position of using the Qorit as a sort of reclining, living chair on the Academy floor.

"What are y--no, no, wrong question, wrong question, you're clearly Nautolan. A very colourful one at that..." Bi'ev trailed off, staring in a way that Pikxei couldn't easily determine, doubly so since it didn’t appear that Bi’ev was looking at him so much as sort of through him; if the small man with the large, hideous Sith beast was missing a few screws it was likely he was still well enough in terms of skill to be just fine with a few screws missing.

If it was an act, it was a good one, enough to make him vaguely nervous.

Pikxei had a passing thought that perhaps this Darth might be on some kind of spice but he wasn't acting anything but a bit--scatterbrained, and that might have been nothing more than personality.

Pikxei stood, patiently waiting for Bi'ev to catch up with--Bi'ev, evidently.

"Name!" The metallic claws on the Pureblood's gloves made a sound that put Pikxei's teeth on edge as fingers snapped when Bi'ev...sort of remembered what he'd been trying to ask. Without a word, the snapping gesture fluidly moved into a sharp clawed shoving away of the Academy Overseer who had tried to re-insert himself into the conversation, though whether that attempt had been made for Bi'ev's benefit or Pikxei's, Pikxei wasn't certain.

"Yours, I mean. You were standing there long enough to have overheard mine before whichever Overseer's," the Overseer who was, of course, still standing well within earshot, "concerns I was pretending to take seriously."

The Nautolan blinked slowly, "Pikxei, my Lord."

"Pixie? Not what I would have expected, but--"

"No, my Lord," internally, he cringed at having just interrupted a Darth to repeat his name a little more slowly, "Pik-zae."

"It still sounds like Pixie, only with a z somewhere in it. You look like one--I--no, not really, you're a great deal larger, but you do look like the sort of person who would be called Pixie with all the angles and colours."

Whatever that was supposed to mean. Bi'ev's vague gestures to Pikxei in general didn't exactly give him any clues as to what in the hell he meant by that.

So, he just stood there.

And Bi'ev just stood there. Long enough, in fact, that Pikxei wondered if he'd somehow fallen asleep standing upright.

"Hey," Bi'ev lazily beckoned for the Overseer to step closer and join them, "anyone got their eye on this one?"

"Yes, my Lord, Lord H--"

Bi'ev cut him off, "I didn't really care, I was just asking as a formality. Go ahead and tell Lord Hhhh--whatever it is you were going to say that it's mine now and if that's a problem Lord Hhhh can feel free to scream at the walls of their house about it because my calendar is packed and I don't read mail from people who want to argue about which Acolyte belongs to who."

"Alternately," Bi’ev continued as he fished what looked to be a cookie out of a small bad and shoved it into his mouth, “Lord Hhhh can try and catch me at work but I'm just going to make them go and talk to Kosha about it because already dislike Kosha and now dislike Lord Hhhh on principle."

"Darth Aculeatus, you know full well that's not how it works..." The Overseer, rather than sounding angry or even annoyed, simply sounded very, very tired.

"Right, maybe, but if I go and start killing people like Lord Hhhh then I have to take on responsibility for everything of theirs and I don't want everything of theirs despite not knowing what all it is they've got, I just want the Pixie apprentice. Look at him! Why would you ever claim something like that then just let it wander around where any other Sith could just take it?"

"The alien is an Acolyte, my Lord."

"Overseer, do you ever get tired of being wrong every time you say words?" Bi'ev canted his head to one side, cheerful as he'd sounded the entire time.

Qorit, however, slowly and deliberately opened one eye to keep it on the Overseer. The old Tuk'ata never really cared to get up and move if he didn't have to but, if he had to, it wasn't bound to end terribly well for whatever caused him to be required to get up and move. This time, however, it was only Bi'ev that had given the indication and the beast walked past the Overseer, interrupting his attempts to circle back and not be incorrect by knocking him over.

"That's Qorit," Bi'ev carefully grabbed Pikxei's forearm and started just--walking toward one of the shuttle landing areas, "Probably should be guarding a tomb somewhere but there's not really anyone buried in it that I can say I particularly care for and there's nothing worth looting in there so why not let looters waste their time?"

The beast made some sort of sound that Pikxei couldn't determine; it sounded like it was a few words that were both an acknowledgement, and possibly a dry joke. He'd only ever seen the feral ones on Korriban, not one that had been kept and tended to or that didn't immediately lunge at the nearest living thing.

What he noticed, however, was that they'd passed the area where private ships would typically leave a shuttle and were at the one place the--public one between Korriban and Dromund Kaas ran. He must have made some kind of face about it because it elicited a response.

"Do you know how much fuel it takes to run even the smallest thing I've got that holds me, him," he patted Qorit's spiny head, "and at least one other relatively normal sized humanoid type creature? And how many credits that runs?"

Pikxei shook his head, "I--no, my Lord, I don't."

"More than I'm willing to pay for what amounts to commuting; plus, nobody will talk to you on the public nightmare ship if you've got either a lightsaber, a tuk'ata, or both. You can do anything you want, and they'll just pretend they don't see and won't try to strike up conversation at all--not that I do particularly much but sit there and read, but you know." Bi'ev shrugged.

"It's cheaper, and I don't have to drive! Or hire someone to do it for me.

There was probably a response to that that was correct. Somehow. Pikxei, however, had no idea what that might be and thought it best to sort of nod and follow the small old Sith and his comically large by comparison horror dog onto the shuttle to Dromund Kaas.

#swtor #Bi'ev used to be a Very Serious Sithy Sith #then something like 7 years of RP happened #and he just went the route of you're all insane and I can't deal with any of you people sober #and used the entire fact that he specifically works in the genetic engineering of plants #to crank up the 'how stoned will this make you?' factor of more than one thing up to #it'll make people wonder if a really old previously hair trigger tempered sith somehow #switched to jedi and didn't tell anyone #He's been consistently high as a kite for almost five years now #sith

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25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2019

DAY 11 - FEELS LIKE A HALLMARK MOVIE MOMENT

Prompt from FanFiction User Electronis Zappa: [See the end for full prompt.]

Beca Mitchell stood off to the side and watched as Tom Henderson grabbed Chloe Beale and twirled her around. Beca could hear Chloe's giddy laugh as Tom set her down and kissed her. Chloe wrapped her arms around Tom's waist as they stood talking to some of their fellow graduates.

Beca felt a tightness in her chest as she continued to watch Chloe and Tom. She had such a crush on the popular redhead, but Chloe was straight, so Beca had to settle for being her friend. Beca sighed and went to find her mother; she ran into Stacie Conrad first. Stacie hugged Beca, and Beca wrapped her arms around Stacie.

"I'm going to miss your sarcastic ass, Beca," Stacie said as she let Beca go.

"Keep your promise to keep in touch, and you won't," Beca said.

Beca caught a glimpse of red hair and couldn't help but follow where it went. Stacie cleared her throat.

"Are you still pining after Chloe?"

"I can't help it," Beca said, looking down at the ground. "She's the nicest, sweetest person I've ever met. I just wish I had a chance with her. Don't get me wrong, I like being her friend, but I wanted to be so much more."

"And it doesn't hurt that she's hot," Stacie said.

"And straight," Beca added. "Very, very straight."

"But, also very, very hot."

"Better not let Aubrey hear you say that," Beca said with a laugh.

"She knows Chloe's hot," Stacie said. "And she also knows that I am all hers."

"I'm glad for you," Beca said. "I hate to cut this short, but I have to find my mom. I need to get to the airport."

"Airport?" Aubrey Posen asked from behind Beca. "Where are you going?"

"Shit, Posen," Beca said, turning around. "Don't sneak up on people like that."

"Sorry," Aubrey said. "You said you were going to the airport, but I thought you were going to Stacie's graduation bash tonight. Everyone will be there."

"She's leaving for L.A.," Stacie said. "She already told me she wouldn't be at my party."

"L.A.?" Aubrey said. "Wow, you were serious about that?"

"Serious about what?" Chloe asked as she joined the trio.

"Jesus, what is with you people sneaking up on me," Beca said, holding a hand to her chest. "At this rate, I'll have a heart attack before I can go anywhere."

"Where are you going?" Chloe asked frowning.

"L.A.," Beca said. "I'm actually getting ready to head to the airport."

"You're leaving now?" Chloe asked. "I thought you weren't leaving until the end of summer."

"I got a legit job offer and couldn't pass it up," Beca said. "I start next week, so I'm leaving now so I can get settled."

"But what about the graduation parties?" Chloe asked. "And hanging out before we all head off in different directions for college and stuff."

"Beca!" Sarah Mitchell called out, having spotted Beca.

"Looks like I have to go," Beca said. "I guess I'll catch you guys at the first reunion."

"Good luck, Beca," Aubrey said.

"Yeah, you little shit," Stacie said. "And you'd better keep in touch. And let me know about all the hot girls you meet."

Chloe frowned at Stacie. "Ignore her, Beca. Just give it your all, and I know you'll be winning all kinds of music awards."

"Thanks, Chloe," Beca said. "I'll do my best."

"Hi, Mrs. Mitchell," Aubrey said as she reached the girls.

"Hello, girls," Sarah said. "Congratulations on graduating."

"Thank you," the three girls said together.

"Come on, Beca," Sarah said. "Say your goodbyes because we have to leave, so you don't miss your flight."

Stacie pulled Beca into a hug first. "I'll miss you, Beca."

"I'll miss you, too, legs," Beca said with a laugh.

Aubrey gave Beca a quick hug and wished her luck. Beca turned to Chloe.

"Take care of yourself, Chloe," Beca said.

"Um, don't I get a hug?" Chloe asked pouting.

"Sure," Beca said and pulled Chloe into a hug.

"I'll miss you, Beca," Chloe said. "And you'd better keep in touch."

"Like I told Stacie, I'll do my best," Beca said as she pulled out of the hug. "You all take care of yourselves."

Beca walked away with her mom and looked back and waved one last time. The three friends stood watching Beca walk away, hoping this wasn't the last they'd seen of her.

~ Day 11 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Ten years later, Stacie hurried into the apartment she shared with her wife, Aubrey.

"Did you hear it?" Stacie asked Aubrey as soon as she entered. "Beca's new song came out today."

"I heard it," Aubrey said. "It's really good. I knew Beca was talented, but who knew our snarky little alt girl would become one of the biggest pop sensations and music producers in the world."

"And she keeps getting hotter and hotter, too," Stacie said. "Everyone wants a piece of Beca Mitchell."

Before Aubrey could say anything else, there was a knock at the door. Aubrey went to answer it, and Chloe came rushing in.

"Did you hear?" Chloe asked, her eyes wide with excitement. "It's already on the charts, and they predict it will be another number one."

"We both heard it today," Stacie said.

"I think the predictions are spot on," Aubrey said.

"Do you know if she's planning on coming home for Christmas, Stacie?" Chloe asked. "No one has heard from her or seen her in a while, and I thought this might be the year she comes home. I really miss her."

"I'm sorry, Chloe," Stacie said. "I haven't heard anything from her either."

"I guess she's busy," Chloe said sadly.

"I know she's on an international tour," Aubrey said. "Maybe we'll hear from her once she's back."

"Maybe," Chloe said. "It would be nice if she came to visit once in a while."

~ Day 11 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Meanwhile, three thousand miles away, Beca was on the phone talking to her mother.

"I'll be there, mom," Beca said. "I promise."

"Thank you, Beca," Sarah said.

"Don't thank me," Beca said. "You're my mother, and you took care of me. It's my turn to take care of you."

"I don't want to be a burden to you, Beca," Sarah huffed.

"You're not a burden," Beca said. "Not ever. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," Sarah replied. "It will be nice to have you home for Christmas. I love you."

"I love you, too, mom," Beca said and ended the call.

Beca threw her phone on the bed and did another sweep of the house. The house was sold furnished, and she had packed up her personal belongings to ship to her mother's. Beca let out a sigh and finished packing her suitcases, leaving out clothes for her flight back to Barden, Georgia.

~ Day 11 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Beca had been home for a few days and felt bad that she hadn't called any of her High School friends, especially Stacie. Stacie had been the one person who always kept in touch, except for the last few months while Beca was on her international tour.

Sarah had been through radiation treatments, but that didn't do much to reduce the cancer. Beca thought it sucked that her mom had to start chemo the day before Christmas Eve. It was nearing four in the afternoon, and they had just returned home. Beca helped Sarah to bed and sat down on the edge.

"Do you want anything?" Beca asked, lightly stroking her mother's forehead.

"No, thanks," Sarah mumbled, exhausted.

"Okay," Beca said quietly. "I left the bell here, and if you need me, ring it. I'll be downstairs, making you some hot tea but should be able to hear it. Okay?"

Sarah nodded with her eyes closed. Beca waited a few minutes until she was sure her mother was asleep before making her way downstairs.

Beca went to the kitchen and put the tea kettle on the burner. She got everything ready and sat at the dining room table to wait for the water to boil.

Beca noticed a lot of unopened mail on the table and that most of them were bills. She sighed.

Beca went through the mail and set aside the overdue bills, planning to take care of them herself. The kettle whistled, and Beca made Sarah's tea. She grabbed some crackers and put them on a plate.

Beca placed everything on a tray and carried the tray to her mother's room. Beca placed the tray on a small table next to the bed so her mother could reach it if she woke up and wanted it.

Beca watched her mom for a minute before quietly going back downstairs to find something to fix for dinner. After looking through the pantry and her mother's refrigerator, Beca knew she needed to get some groceries. She compiled a list and picked up her phone.

"Beca!" Stacie's voice squealed through her phone, causing Beca to laugh.

"Hey, Stacie," Beca said. "How's everything?"

"Everything's good," Stacie said. "How about you? How was the tour? We heard your new song and loved it."

"Slow down," Beca chuckled. "I'm good, the tour was good, and I'm glad you like the song. I called because I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"

"You know I'd do anything for you, Beca," Stacie said. "What do you need?"

"Can you and Aubrey come over to my mom's house?"

"Sure, Beca," Stacie said. "We can-. Wait! ARE YOU HERE?"

Beca pulled the phone away from her ear as Stacie started yelling. She put the phone back to her ear when Stacie quieted down.

"Yeah, I'm here." Beca laughed. "Can you guys come over?"

"We'll be there in ten," Stacie said.

Before Beca could say anything, Stacie ended the call. Beca laughed again and put her phone in her pocket.

True to her word, ten minutes later, Stacie and Aubrey were at the door. Beca opened it to be smothered by Stacie grabbing her and swinging her around.

"I've missed you so much!" Stacie squealed.

"Whoa, can you keep it down?" Beca said as Stacie set her on her feet. "My mom's asleep."

"It's kind of early," Aubrey said. "Is she okay?"

"That's why I asked you guys to come over," Beca said. "Let's sit in the living room."

The three sat down, and Beca explained about her mom's cancer diagnosis and how she had her first chemo session earlier that day. Aubrey and Stacie offered their sympathies.

"What can we do to help?" Stacie asked.

"I need some things from the grocery store," Beca said. "And I need to go to the pharmacy to pick up her prescription. I can't leave her alone, so I was hoping you could stay with her until I got back. I don't have anyone else to ask."

"Do you have a list for the grocery store?" Aubrey asked.

"Yeah," Beca said.

"Give it to me," Aubrey said, holding out her hand. "I'll get the groceries and run by the pharmacy. You stay and visit with Stacie, that way if your mom needs anything, you'll be here for her. I'll pick up some take out on the way back."

"That's a great idea, Brey," Stacie said. "What do you say, Beca?"

"Thank you, Aubrey," Beca said as she handed Aubrey the list. "That's a better plan. Wait here, and I'll get you some cash."

Beca got up and ran upstairs. She did a quick check on her mom before running to her room and grabbing some cash. She went downstairs.

"Here's two hundred dollars," Beca said. "I don't know how much the prescription will cost. And I'll call the pharmacy to let them know you'll be picking it up. If that and the groceries cost more, I'll pay you back. And call me if you have any questions. Oh, and can you pick up a pizza for dinner?"

"Pizza it is," Aubrey said. "I'll be back as soon as I can." She kissed Stacie and left.

Beca immediately called the pharmacy and was told there would be no problem as long as Aubrey showed proper ID. Beca texted Aubrey the info to let her know.

"So," Stacie said when Beca finally sat down. "When did you get back, and how long are you staying?"

"I got here a few days ago," Beca said. "I've moved back permanently. My mom needs me. I can do my job from anywhere and fly to L.A. when I need to. "

"Oh, my God, Beca," Stacie said. "That's great news. Everyone's been asking if you would be home for Christmas this year."

"It is nice to be home, especially for Christmas," Beca said. "So, tell me about everyone. Who's still in town? Who's married, has kids? I want to know it all."

~ Day 11 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

"Brey, what are you doing shopping on a weeknight?" Chloe asked when she spotted her blonde best friend. "And two days before Christmas?"

"Oh, um, you know," Aubrey said. "Just picking up a few things for a friend. What about you?"

"I'd been so busy with my class's Christmas program that I forgot to do my grocery shopping," Chloe said with a laugh.

"Oh, right. The program was wonderful as always," Aubrey said as she grabbed a bunch of bananas and placed them in her cart. "Oh, shoot, I forgot the eggs. I'll talk to you later, Chloe."

"Okay, see you, Brey," Chloe said as she continued to look around the produce section.

Aubrey hurried away as she pulled out her phone to call Stacie. She started talking as soon as Stacie answered the phone.

"Ask Beca if she wants Chloe to know she's in Barden?"

"What?" Stacie asked.

"I ran into Chloe at the grocery store," Aubrey said. "She asked what I was doing here, and I made up some lame reason because I didn't know if Beca wanted her to know she was here."

"Oh," Stacie said.

Aubrey heard muffled voices coming through the phone. Stacie came back and said, "Beca doesn't mind if Chloe knows. She figures she'll find out soon enough anyway."

"I just realized something," Aubrey said. "Beca doesn't know about Chloe, does she?"

"I don't think so," Stacie said.

"I have an idea," Aubrey said with a smile. "I'll see you in a little bit."

"Okay," Stacie said. "Bring some ice cream with you."

"I will if you call in the pizza order," Aubrey said. "I can pick it up when I go to the pharmacy."

"Deal," Stacie said, adding, "Love you" before she ended the call.

Aubrey had finished shopping and looked around for Chloe. She smiled when she saw her moving to the checkout.

"Hey, Chlo," Aubrey said as she approached Chloe. "Are you busy after this?"

"Nope," Chloe said. "What did you have in mind?"

"I have to pick up pizza that Stacie ordered for us," Aubrey said. "Would you like to join us for dinner?"

"I'd love to," Chloe said. "Let's pay for our stuff, and we can go."

The two got in line and paid. Chloe was carrying her bags while Aubrey pushed the cart out to her car.

"Why don't you take your stuff home?" Aubrey said. "I'll get the pizza and pick you up in about twenty minutes?"

"Sounds good," Chloe said as she got in her car.

Aubrey went by the pharmacy and then the pizza shop. She was outside Chloe's place and texted Chloe.

Chloe came out and got into the car. Aubrey drove off and made her way to Beca's.

~ Day 11 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

After a few minutes, Chloe started looking around.

"Brey?" Chloe asked. "Where are we going? I thought we were going to your place."

"I never said we were going to my place," Aubrey said, pulling onto Beca's street.

Chloe looked around again and then looked at Aubrey. "Are we going to Beca's house? Oh, my gosh! Is she in town?"

Aubrey smiled and nodded as she stopped the car in front of the Mitchells' house. Chloe squealed and opened the door and was running up to the door before Aubrey had time to shut off the engine. She laughed and smiled as she got out of the car.

Beca and Stacie were talking when there was loud knocking at the door. Beca got up to answer and was thrown back and onto the floor with the force of Chloe rushing into her. Beca barely had time to wrap her arms around the person before falling to the floor.

"Ow. Shit!" Beca cried out as her head hit the floor. She then noticed red hair and chuckled. "Hello to you, too, Chloe."

"Oh, my God, Beca!" Chloe said, leaning back to look at the girl. "I can't believe you're here. I've missed you."

"I'm here," Beca said. "And I'll be here for a while."

"Really?" Chloe said and hugged Beca again.

"Thanks for the help, Chloe," Aubrey said as she stepped over Beca and Chloe. "Here's the pizza. When you two are done with whatever it is you're doing down there on the floor, I can use some help with the groceries.

Chloe pulled back enough to see Aubrey. Smiling, she said, "This may take a while."

Beca laughed and gently pushed Chloe to stand. She stood as well, rubbing the back of her head.

"I'll get the groceries," Beca said.

"I'll help," Chloe immediately responded and followed Beca out to the car.

"Do you think Chloe will tell her?" Stacie asked as she took the pizzas from Aubrey.

"I hope so," Aubrey said. "That's why I brought her here. They belong together."

"I agree," Stacie said.

Once they reached the card, Beca opened the back door. She let out a big sigh before leaning in to grab the groceries.

Chloe stood back to check Beca out, and she liked what she saw. With a soft sigh, she stepped closer to Beca.

"Hey," Chloe said, placing a hand on Beca's lower back.

"Yeah?" Beca said, standing up to look at Chloe.

"Is everything okay?" Chloe asked. "I mean, that was quite the heavy sigh. Did something happen? Is that why you're here?"

Beca sighed and leaned back against the side of the car. "My mom has cancer. I moved back so I can help her."

Tears came to Chloe's eyes as she pulled Beca into a hug. "I'm so sorry. If I can do anything, just let me know."

Beca hugged Chloe to her. "Thanks."

Chloe went to pull out of the hug, but Beca held her tighter. They stood like that for a few minutes before Beca sniffled and let Chloe go.

"Sorry," Beca said.

"Don't be," Chloe said, smiling softly at Beca. Her smile dropped as she blurted out, "I need to tell you something."

"What?" Beca asked, suddenly concerned. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Chloe said. "But, I owe you an apology and an explanation."

"I don't know what you could possibly have to apologize for, but I'm listening," Beca said.

"Okay," Chloe said nervously. "Um, you know how I dated Tom Henderson in High School?"

"Yeah," Beca said.

"Well, he, um," Chloe stammered, looking around while fiddling with her fingers.

Beca grabbed Chloe's hands, causing Chloe to look up at her with tears in her eyes.

"Did he get you pregnant and then dump you?" Beca asked, dropping Chloe's hands and clenching her fists. "I'll kill him."

"No, it's not that," Chloe said. "Tom's a really good guy and wouldn't do that."

"Are you guys married?" Beca asked. "It's not surprising. I am surprised that no one told me, but what's done is done."

"No," Chloe said, getting frustrated. "Why is this so hard?"

"I'm sorry," Beca said. "I'll stay quiet, and you tell me what it is when you're ready."

Chloe stood, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. She looked at Beca and then back at Beca's house. Her eyes widened when she saw that Aubrey and Stacie were watching them from the window.

"I can't do this," Chloe said, turning toward Beca.

Chloe turned and started walking away down the sidewalk.

"Chloe! What are you doing?" Beca called after her.

"I'm going home," Chloe yelled back.

Beca shook her head and ran to catch up with Chloe, grabbing her arm to stop her.

"You can't walk home," Beca said. "Look, I don't know what's got you all flustered and upset, but it can't be that bad. You know you can tell-"

"I'm gay," Chloe blurted out.

"What?"

"I'm gay," Chloe repeated softly.

"I heard you," Beca said. "I'm just confused. Are you apologizing to me for being gay? I'm gay, and I don't apologize for it, and neither should you."

"That's not why I said I needed to apologize to you," Chloe said. "Can we go back to your house and talk?"

"Sure," Beca said.

Beca and Chloe turned back to walk to Beca's house when they saw Stacie and Aubrey getting the groceries out of the car.

"Thanks," Beca said as she took a bag.

The four friends walked into Beca's house and followed Beca to the kitchen. Beca set the bag down on the counter and looked at Chloe.

"Um, Stacie, would you and Aubrey excuse us for a few minutes?" Beca said. "Chloe and I need to talk."

"Sure, Beca," Stacie said. "I'll keep the pizza warm, and we can eat when you're done."

"Thanks," Beca said, taking Chloe by the hand and leading her upstairs to Beca's room. "Sit."

Chloe sat on the bed as Beca indicated, and Beca sat next to her. "So, what do you need to apologize to me for?"

Chloe wouldn't look at Beca while she spoke.

"I've known I was gay since I was fifteen," Chloe said.

"What?" Beca asked, confused. "But all through High School, you dated guys and never once said anything about being gay or bi."

"I was afraid," Chloe said. "I couldn't tell anyone because I was afraid my parents would find out. You know how conservative they are. I couldn't bear having them be disappointed in their gay daughter."

"You could have told me," Beca said. "I would have understood."

"I know," Chloe said. "But, I had such a crush on you back then, and I knew you had a crush on me. I also knew if I said anything, you'd want us to be together. You were so open and unapologetic about being gay, and I wasn't. If we had gotten together, I would have asked you to keep it a secret, and I couldn't do that to you."

Beca sat quietly for a moment, thinking over what Chloe said and what to say to Chloe.

"I get it," Beca finally said. "Coming out is hard." Beca looked at Chloe and asked, "Did anyone else know back then?"

"Just my cousin, Holly," Chloe said.

"When did you come out to everyone else?"

"Five years ago."

"Five years?" Beca said, her voice rising. "You've been out for five years, and you couldn't tell me until now? Why?"

"I don't know," Chloe said as the tears she'd been holding back fell. "I was afraid of how you'd react. You're the one person I don't want to hurt or disappoint."

Beca pulled Chloe into a hug. Chloe buried her face in Beca's shoulder and continued to cry.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled," Beca whispered, kissing the side of Chloe's head. "I'm glad you told me. And you could never disappoint me."

Chloe sat up and settled against Beca. "Hold that thought," Chloe said. "I haven't told you everything."

"Okay," Beca said.

"Um, Tom also knew. I told him after our first date," Chloe said. "He was such a great guy and agreed to pretend to date me so no one would find out I was gay. It was great because we had fun together without all the relationship drama that went with dating for real."

"I may have to apologize to Tom when I see him," Beca said. "I always thought he was a douche, but that was only because he was dating you and I wasn't."

"Here's where the disappointment comes in," Chloe said. She took a deep breath. "I went a little crazy when I got to college. I was away from home, and no one knew me there so I could be gay without any judgment or repercussions."

"What did you do?" Beca asked.

"I slept with a lot of girls," Chloe said, blushing. "I think it was Robin Williams who once said, I wasn't experimenting, I was into full-scale research."

Beca chuckled, and Chloe smiled. "Anyway, I met a girl my Senior Year, and we started dating. I, uh, was only with her because she reminded me of you."

Beca's eyes widened at this. "Really?" she asked and chuckled. "Most of the girls I dated in L.A. reminded me of you. But, I must say, none of them could match your blue eyes."

Chloe blushed again. "Do you, um, still have a crush on me?"

"Yes," Beca said. "Ten years later and my heart started beating fast as soon as I saw you."

"What would you say if I told you that all I want for Christmas is a date with you?"

"I'd say," Beca said, moving to face Chloe. "There really is a Santa Claus because that's what I asked for, too."

Chloe smiled, and Beca smiled back. Beca leaned in and kissed Chloe. It was gentle and only lasted a few seconds because Beca started laughing.

"This feels like a Hallmark movie moment."

"As long as I get the girl," Chloe said.

"You already had her," Beca said and leaned in to kiss Chloe again.

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Full prompt from Electronis Zappa: Basically, it's something I'd do for a Hallmark Movie if I had the ability to, but obviously I don't. So, Beca and Chloe went to high school together, and Beca moves away. She, of course, never really hid the fact that she was gay in high school, but she always had the biggest crush on Chloe, but Chloe was in the closet. For some reason, 10 years later (when they're 28) Beca moves back to town around Christmas, and now Chloe has finally come out. And of course, Staubrey and Jashley are together. [Sorry I didn't have Jashley in this.]

#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale

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