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Description: It started small, somewhere between homework and borrowed hoodies, and somehow never stopped being them even when everything else changed.
The hallway after practice always feels heavier than it should
like the air itself is tired
like everything is just a little too loud and a little too warm at the same time
Kayleigh sits on the floor with her back against the lockers, legs stretched out in front of her, one knee bent slightly so her notebook doesn’t slide away
she hasn’t written anything new in a while
the same sentence sits there half finished like her thoughts got interrupted and never came back to it
her pen moves sometimes
then stops again
she doesn’t really notice she’s doing it anymore
the sleeves of the hoodie are pulled over her hands, swallowing her fingers completely
it’s soft
worn in
familiar in a way she doesn’t question anymore
she hears her before she sees her
not footsteps exactly
more like the shift in space
the drop of a bag
the sound of someone deciding they’re done rushing for the day
then KK is there
dropping down beside her like it’s the most normal thing in the world
shoulder pressing into hers immediately
no hesitation
no space left
Kayleigh doesn’t look up right away
“…you’re late,” she says, eyes still on the page
KK leans back against the lockers, head tilted slightly, breathing still a little uneven like she walked faster than she needed to
“…I’m here”
Kayleigh finally glances at her
just enough to see her face
calm
unbothered
like time doesn’t matter to her the same way it does to everyone else
“…practice ended like ten minutes ago”
“…and I’m here now”
Kayleigh presses her lips together like she’s trying not to react too much
she taps her pen once against the paper
“…did you do the assignment”
KK doesn’t even think about it
“…no”
Kayleigh lets out a quiet breath through her nose
“…you’re actually impossible”
there’s a small shift beside her
closer
their knees bump lightly
neither of them moves away
“…let me see yours,” KK says already leaning in
Kayleigh should say no
she knows she should
she’s said it before
it never sticks
her hand moves anyway, sliding the notebook a little closer into the space between them
KK’s fingers brush hers when she takes it
light
quick
but Kayleigh feels it anyway
their heads tilt toward the same page
shoulders pressed fully now
no space left
Kayleigh can feel the warmth of her through the fabric, the subtle movement of her breathing, the way KK leans in just slightly too much like she doesn’t know what personal space is supposed to feel like
KK starts writing
fast
confident
a little messy but like she knows exactly what she’s doing anyway
Kayleigh watches for a second longer than she means to
then looks away like she wasn’t just doing that
“…don’t mess it up,” she mutters
“…I won’t”
KK’s voice is quieter now
closer
Kayleigh keeps her eyes on the page but she’s aware of everything else
the way KK’s arm stays pressed against hers
the way their knees are still touching
the way neither of them moves even though they easily could
it doesn’t feel like something they chose
it feels like something that just became true over time
Kayleigh taps the edge of the notebook lightly
“…you owe me”
“…I always owe you”
“…yeah you do”
KK glances at her for a second
“…you like it”
Kayleigh rolls her eyes but there’s a small smile she doesn’t hide properly
“…shut up”
they don’t move apart
not even when the hallway starts to empty
not even when everything around them gets quieter
they just stay there
like they’re supposed to
⸻
The hoodie is still on her when she gets back to her room
she doesn’t even think about taking it off
just drops onto her bed and pulls her knees up, the fabric settling around her like it belongs there more than anything else she owns
it smells like KK in a way she doesn’t fully acknowledge out loud
clean laundry
something warm underneath it
something familiar enough that it slows her down without her realizing it
her phone lights up
KK
she answers before it can ring again
“…you took too long”
Kayleigh shifts onto her side, pressing her cheek into her pillow
“…it was literally one second”
“…felt longer”
the silence after that is easy
not empty
just there
like sitting beside each other without needing to fill anything in
“…you were supposed to call me earlier,” Kayleigh says
“…I had weights”
“…you always have something”
“…you still answered”
Kayleigh exhales softly
“…yeah”
she pulls the sleeve over her hand again, thumb pressing into the fabric without thinking
“…did you eat,” KK asks
Kayleigh pauses just a little too long
“…yeah”
“…you’re lying”
Kayleigh closes her eyes for a second
“…I had something”
“…what”
“…I don’t know just something small”
there’s a shift on the other end
like KK thinking about saying more
then stopping herself
“…Kayleigh”
“…I’ll eat later”
KK doesn’t push
she never does
just lets it sit there
“…okay”
pause
“…you better”
Kayleigh hums softly
“…you’re annoying”
“…you like it”
the words come out exactly the same as always
like neither of them ever forgets the script they built without trying
Kayleigh presses her face into the pillow, smiling into it
“…yeah”
⸻
Some nights they talk for hours
some nights they barely say anything at all
just breathing
just presence
just the feeling of not being alone even when they are in completely different places
Kayleigh falls asleep like that more often than she admits
phone warm in her hand or resting against her pillow
KK notices every time
“…go to sleep,” she says quietly
“…only if you stay,” Kayleigh murmurs already fading
“…I’m here”
and she always is
⸻
Game night feels different
everything louder
everything sharper
lights too bright and time moving too fast
Kayleigh sits on the bench for a second longer than she should, towel around her neck, chest still rising a little too quickly
her hand is already on her phone before she even realizes it
she unlocks it
nothing new
she locks it again
presses it against her thigh
Across the country KK stands in a timeout, hands on her hips, barely hearing the coach
her eyes flick toward the sideline where her phone is
she looks away
then back again
like she’s trying not to
but she does anyway
⸻
Kayleigh runs back onto the court
everything becomes movement
noise
focus
for a while she forgets everything else
then she doesn’t
timeout again
she sits, grabbing her water, fingers brushing her phone without thinking
she picks it up
doesn’t open anything
just holds it
like that’s enough
⸻
KK’s game ends first
locker room loud and messy with sound and movement
she sits longer than everyone else
phone already in her hand
she searches
Kayleigh
highlights
she watches
quiet
focused
like nothing else exists for those few seconds
then again
just to be sure she saw it right
⸻
Halftime
Kayleigh leans forward, elbows on knees, phone in her hand
she refreshes the page
again
again
stats update
she finds KK’s name
scans it quickly
then slower
like she needs to make sure she doesn’t miss anything
something in her chest loosens just slightly
she locks her phone
puts it down
like it didn’t matter
even though it did
⸻
After the game her body feels heavy
like everything finally caught up to her
she sits in the locker room staring at her phone for a second too long
then she calls
before she can think about it
⸻
“…hi”
KK answers immediately
Kayleigh leans back against the locker, eyes closing for a moment
“…hi”
the silence between them isn’t awkward
it’s full
like it always is
“…you played good,” KK says
Kayleigh exhales slowly
“…you watched”
“…of course I did”
Kayleigh’s fingers tighten around her phone slightly
“…I wish you were here”
the words sit there longer than she expects them to
KK doesn’t laugh
doesn’t soften it into something easier
just
“…I know”
⸻
Later Kayleigh is back in bed
lights off
room dim except for the glow of her phone
the hoodie is still on her
sleeves pulled over her hands again like second nature now
she presses her nose into the fabric for half a second without thinking
then pulls back like she didn’t
KK is still there on the screen
watching her
quiet
steady
present
“…don’t hang up,” Kayleigh murmurs already slipping into sleep
“…I won’t”
she shifts slightly, getting comfortable
phone propped beside her pillow
“…promise”
KK’s voice softens even more
“…promise”
Kayleigh’s eyes close slowly
breathing evening out
the phone stays where it is
the call stays connected
and KK stays
watching her through the screen
listening to her breathe
like she always has
like nothing about them ever really changed
like distance never broke what they never stopped being
these people always think they’re coming from a moral high ground but they don’t realize how insane it is to go and tell people what they can and can’t THINK about or do and say about fictional people, they are not REAL.
fandom etiquette as a whole died when people who didn’t grow up on fandoms became stans during lockdown, yes, but why am i seeing people openly mocking fics on twitter. why am i seeing screenshots of fics with captions like “bro what is this 😭.” why am i seeing people mock fic writers for not knowing how sports or theater or college or any other organization operates in the real world.
“college is absolutely nothing like this” “why are we writing four people on the team scoring a hat trick in one game” “so tech work is nothing like this, hope that helps!”
if you don’t like a fic, and if you can’t suspend your belief enough to enjoy a fic that exaggerates or ignores real-world orgs, you don’t have to read it. you don’t have to screenshot it and put it on blast for twitter. you don’t have to post a link to it in the replies. the back button is literally there on your phone. it’s not giving baby’s first fandom anymore, it’s giving entitled asshole and it isn’t as cute as you think it is.
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everyone's heard of this, right? per ap article of apr 8, 2026:
Jacobs went on to record more than 10,000 concerts, with increasingly sophisticated equipment, over four decades in Chicago and other cities. Now a group of devoted volunteers in the U.S. and Europe is methodically cataloging, digitizing and uploading them one by one.
The growing Aadam Jacobs Collection [link to internet archive] is an internet treasure trove for music lovers, especially for fans of indie and punk rock during the 1980s through the early 2000s, when the scene blossomed and became mainstream. The collection features early-in-their-career performances from alternative and experimental artists like R.E.M., The Cure, The Pixies, The Replacements, Depeche Mode, Stereolab, Sonic Youth and Björk.
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