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sonnetsoncanvas · 11 months

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Mess it up : pt 5

Summary: Years ago he had let you go for your own good. But this time, he isn’t sure he can

Part of the Mess it up series

Pairing: brother’s best friend rock star Bucky x fem reader (Steve’s sister) (dual pov)

Warnings: modern AU, angst, second chance, eventual smut, brothers best friend trope, implied cheating, self-deprecation, happy ending?

Inspired by: Mess it up by Gracie Abrams

Notes: This is the first time a fic has made its way from my laptop to the internet. So please be kind and do leave your feedback. Happy reading!

Chapter 5

Pull myself together, you can watch it happen

Reader POV

It’s been a long time since you dated. Too long, your friends might argue.

But how could you have explained to them that you were scared.

Scared that you will end up giving your heart to another man, again.

Scared that he will shatter it to pieces, again.

Scared that you will never be able to get those pieces together and make yourself whole, again.

So, you did what you did best. Lie. Put on a mask of indifference and make excuses. You’re too busy, there’s too much to do, you cannot afford a distraction. And it worked.

But now, after what happened last night, you needed a distraction. You needed something, someone to take your mind off those six feet of muscle and metal, before you ruin yourself, again.

And here you are, talking to Pietro Maximoff.

He was the twin brother of Wanda Maximoff, the drummer for “The Avengers” and a friend of Steve’s from his music school. Coincidentally he started his Master’s programme at Harvard around the same time you started your law, and it was through Steve you both connected. That and you ran in the same circles made you friendly acquaintances who hung out a bunch of times over the years.

He was a fun, outgoing man, unanticipatedly intelligent. You liked him, but not enough to agree to go out with the few times he did ask you. you weren’t ready to date anyway, and even if you were, you sure as hell wouldn’t go for a reckless womanizer like Pietro, who was notorious all over the campus for his flirting skills.

But maybe that’s what you required right now. A fun, reckless fling without any responsibilities or emotional attachments. And when Natasha happened to mention that Pietro was in the city for a project, you took it as a sign and texted him.

You had no compunctions about making the first move, you took what you wanted, when you wanted it.

He was enthusiastic about your offer to meet up, and so you, Y/N Rogers, dressed up to go out on a date for the first time in four years.

Bucky POV.

Advertisement shoots were going to be the death of him. Bucky was never good at standing still and holding his smile for an extended amount of time, but since “the camera loved him” according to Tony, the Band’s manager, here he was, struck in an endless day of flashes and posing.

But as he started for home at the end of the day, his fatigue seemed to melt away at the thought of seeing you. the past few days had been magical. You had started talking to him, and not just stilted monosyllabic answers, hour long conversations. You even went with him to the farmers market to get groceries. He had never thought that walking through an overcrowded marketplace in sweltering heat would make him this giddy, but here he was. You weren’t in a place to rekindle what you had in the past as of now, but a guy could dream.

he stopped the car on the way home to get you some mangoes. You had already finished the ones Steve bought for you. Maybe today he could make a smoothie for you. maybe pick out an action movie and make an evening out of it. Bucky wasn’t a fan of those, preferring to stick to rom coms in general. But you seemed to love that mindless violence, and if it was for you, Bucky would watch hours of it.

He made a beeline to your room to tell you about his idea, just as you were walking out of the door. Unmindful of where you were going, you slammed into his chest. Bucky remained unmoved, slightly amused by how flustered you were. I mean it wasn’t every day one got to the calm, composed Y/N Rogers out of sorts.

Your eyes widened when you saw him, taken by surprise obviously. But it wasn’t like Bucky could ask why. the speech function of his brain was again unresponsive as he took you in.

To him, you were always a goddess, sweatpants or pantsuits.

But today you were dressed to kill. There wasn’t anything remotely scandalous about your pale white dress, it was in itself quite cute, with those small flowers embroidered on the delicate net. The neckline, the length was all normal, modest. Nope, the dress was not the extraordinary part.

It was the way you left your hair open, cascading down your back and shoulders. It was the way your skin had that luminous sparkle that he hadn’t seen in oh so long. It was the way your subtle yet sweet perfume reached out to him, the same you used to wear when you were his girl. He was so glad when he discovered you hadn’t changed it. He had always associated that smell with you.

“hey” you muttered, zeroing in on the fact that he wanted to talk to you.

“Um yeah hi. You’re going somewhere” he cursed himself for being so inarticulate, but for the moment his brain was dead.

“Oh, yeah. I’m meeting up with my friend from college. At that bar, near Sam’s place.”

“Tha…that’s great. You should go out. You work too much”

You could only nod.

He stepped aside to give to you space to leave, only to look at your backside. He didn’t want to come across as lecherous, but God that dress did things for your ass.

He followed you into the living room where Natasha and Steve were snuggled on the couch. Every time he saw them like that, his heart panged. Because it reminded him of all that he was missing. But he was hopeful, now more than ever, that this dream was now within his reach.

“All ready for your date?” Natasha asked.

It was a pail of cold water on the warmth that had seeped into Bucky’s chest.

Reader’s POV

“A Date?!” Bucky asked, not caring how much belligerent he sounded.

You were afraid of this happening, of Bucky finding out that you were going out on a date.

Why? You had no clue. Its not like you’re together, or broken up recently. You’ve been apart for longer that you were together, plenty of time for any remnant emotion to dissipate. It was logical,

But that’s the thing about Bucky. Nothing was governed by rationality when it came to him.

“You said you were having drinks with a friend?” he questioned again. You looked around the room to find a very amused looking Natasha and a very confused Steve.

“Well, technically Pietro is a friend, and we are meeting over drinks….”

“Pietro? Pietro Maximoff?!! Wanda’s brother.?!!” Bucky thundered.

“Bucky you need to chill the fuck out. so, she’s going on a date, what does it matter to you? Pietro is Wanda’s brother, I assure you Y/N is not related to him in any way for you to be reacting like that” Nat admonished him, though her words lacked their usual bite.

All this while Bucky kept looking at you with so much heat you could feel blisters on your skin. You hated that his indignation was affecting you so much.

Suddenly he turned away from you, your body feeling physically cold at the lack of his glare.

“Steve, you cannot possibly be cool with this man. That guy is known all over as a Casanova. There’s no way you’re letting Y/N go out with him?!”

You bristled at the implication of needing Steve’s permission to date, but before you could give this dumbass a piece of your mind, Steve unexpectedly came to your rescue.

“Bucky, Its like you said, Y/N is all grown up now, capable of making her own decisions. I’m not stopping her from going out and having fun, especially after she’s worked her ass off for so long. Plus, Pietro is staying in New York for a while, and if things work out, then it’ll just be another reason for her to stay back.” Steve just shrugged casually, still uncomprehending why his buddy is getting so protective over his younger sister.

Bucky opened his mouth to say something, but you had run out of shits to give.

“Now if completely unnecessary and absolutely moronic conversation is over, I have reservations to keep.” With that, you slammed the door to the penthouse close.

It was your first date in years, and you’ll be damned if you let James Buchanan Barnes destroy it.

Bucky POV

“Pour me another” he tapped on his glass, signalling Sam to pass the bottle of whiskey over to him.

“I am not. Not before you tell me why you barged in my house and went straight to my liquor cabinet. You said you’ll tell me after you finished your drink, and you have. So, tell me Barnes!”

“I couldn’t bear staying at my place”

“Why the hell not? Did Y/N finally kick your ass out for being a pathetic fool?”

“she’s on a date.”

“Wait, what? A date?! I thought everything was going on track”

“YES SAMUEL! I THOUGHT SO TOO.BUT SHE IS ON A FUCKING DATE! SHE CAME BACK INTO MY LIFE; I STARTED DREAMING OF US GETTING BACK TOGETHER, ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT PIETRO MOTHERFUCKING MAXIMOFF IS TAKING THE ONLY WOMAN MY HEART HAS AND WILL EVER BEAT FOR ON A FUCKING DATE!!” Bucky exploded, channelling all the anguish trapped inside in his cathartic speech. And yet he didn’t feel lighter, only dejected.

Sam, however, was unfazed by this outburst.

“Pietro Maximoff? Well shit. He’s one beautiful bastard. Also, very popular with the ladies I hear…”

“Sam..” Bucky growled his name in a warning.

“What are you gonna do about it James? you know apart from sitting here and crying like a bitch.”

“What can I do? stop her? How even? “he sighed, his heart constricting at the thought of letting you go, again. “Just when I felt like I could hold onto her, she slipping away”

“THIS is what I don’t understand!” Sam threw his hands in the air in frustration. “you are the same person who built the most successful band in the world out of nobodies through sheer hard work. Even when you had that goddamn accident, you didn’t stop. Never once did you let anything deter you from getting what you wanted. And yet, right now when you need that badass attitude the most, you’re quitting like a fucking loser.”

“You want your girl Barnes? Its time to go get her.”

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omegalomania · 1 year

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trying to put something together, do you have any examples of the the rest of the guys in fob supporting pete? or your favorite things theyve said about him?

i've assembled a compilation of fob just generally being super protective of each other over here, but ur in luck cause i was actually trying to assemble other instances of the other guys sticking up for pete specifically because a lot a lot a lot of preh interviews usually had some question along the lines of "aren't you guys so jealous of peeeete" to which they unfailingly always said "um, no?" and i always thought that was very sweet. if you want more fodder for this you can look up basically any group pre-hiatus interview, esp ioh and folie eras. you'll see lots of drama-mongering headlines that imply the other guys are jealous of all the attention pete gets when the interviews themselves make it clear that's not really the case.

here are some of my favorite instances of the other guys sticking up for him, in the press and just in general. not specifically what you were asking about but along the same lines so i hope it helps

nervousbreakdance answering a tumblr question from brendonspube: What was your reaction to finding out Pete showed his doodle on the Internet?

He didn't show it. Someone hacked his phone. My reaction was disgust at the total lack of privacy/decency. It was fans who did that. At the time I thought to myself "With fans like this, who needs fans?" Pete actually quit the band briefly over it. And was inconsolable. For like weeks. He didn't leave his house. It was really dark. I was very angry at the people who did it, but I learned to get beyond it and understand/forgive that curiosity could drive people to do such unreasonable things.

Yes, he took a picture of his penis. To send to his girlfriend. Millions of people take racy pictures every day. They just don't have their phone's memory hacked and it's contents displayed for millions of people to see.

Sorry if I sound mad. Not mad at you, just mad at culture for treating him so unfairly about it. It was none of anyone's business and people shouldn't have been so awful to him about it.

From AP magazine, 2008: Stump, particularly touched by a rare ballad, perks up. "That says something about Pete Wentz. The Pete Wentz you read about isn't empathetic enough to write a record from the perspectives of his best friends. This Pete Wentz did that. Where's that story?"

"Don't print that," mumbles Wentz. "I don't want to be empathetic."

Stump doesn't want to let it go. "I'm going to say something about Pete that's never made it into a printed interview because it must not be that interesting, but it is the fucking truth," the singer declares. "The thing about Pete is that people have always watched him and given him attention, and you have two options as far as how you are going ot handle that. Either you are going to totally shut off, or you are going to occasionally say you'll smile for [the cameras]. He does both. Before he was 'Pete Wentz, Rock Star,' people just paid attention to him.

"A lot of the time I'm around this dude, he's very shy," Stump continues, turning to address Wentz directly. "But I get the impression that you don't really like attention that much, but you face it. So the one time you smile for the camera, people go, 'Oh, he's a fucking ham.' That's one of the things that's really frustrating." He turns back to address AP. "It's not even something Pete has control over, the stuff that gets thrust on Pete, like the greatness or shallowness of Pete Wentz. He's neither, he's just Pete. And I think that's one of the huge things about the band. We don't rule. We don't suck. We're just a band."

From Kerrang: If you want to see Patrick Stump - who is much feistier and more outgoing than the media ever paints him as - get irritated, there are two conversation points that are guaranteed to do the job. The first is to lay into Wentz, and the second is to talk about Stump and Wentz in a way that suggests that you believe they are the Stump and Wentz that the press has them pegged as - the 'geeky, placid, talented one', and 'the arrogant, power boy, fame whore'.

Stump's speech will alter, losing its friendly sing-song lilt, peppered with amusing vocal impressions to fatten up the anecdotes he shares, to a super-fast, exhausted but precise flow, scattered with lines like, "here's the thing..."

"The most frustrating thing about celebrity is the assumption that you know somebody based on what you've read about them," he sighs. "People have ideas of who we are but they're not always accurate. I've become, like, the shy guy, but when I'm an asshole that gets ignored. But when Pete's shy or really sweet, that gets ignored. I'm misleadingly articulate but I'm easily the least well-read of anyone in the band by a long shot. But there's something about this character that people see - they see my glasses or something - and they assume that I'm a mad scientist.

"It's real easy to make characters," he says. "I watch the character of Pete Wentz and I get defensive. Things are made up, things that he had nothing to do with..." His voice trails off.

"It makes me mad," he says, curtly, and pauses.

"Here's the thing," Stump continues again, the words firing out of his mouth faster now. "The Pete that they made up, yeah, I don't like that Pete. I don't like the fake Pete but that's not Pete at all."

Do you like the Patrick that they've made up?

"I don't really read a lot of his stuff," he whispers from under the brim of his cap. "He's not the most interesting to me.

"People talk about how bands break up as their egos get bigger or whatever, but if anything, Pete and I are better than ever," Stump adds. "Pete and I diffuse each other in a lot of ways and we're astoundingly similar guys. I'm just as crazy as he is - there's been a lot of to-do made about him being crazy - and he's just as meticulous, orderly and polite as I am."

So you have a dark streak like Pete?

"Of course. That's the funny thing, people attach to Pete's dark side but he's the funniest and most excitable guy. He's probably, per hour, per day, more pleasant to deal with than I am."

From an October 2008 interview with chorus.fm née absolutepunk:

What’s one thing you think people most misunderstand or misinterpret about you and/or the band?

I think they really don’t understand Pete. I’ve heard a lot of really awful, negative things said about Pete, and it’s like, “Dude, you don’t even have a clue how honest and real that guy is” for the amount of crap that people talk about him. Pete said it, and it’s true, they make you into a wrestling character. And it’s also like reality TV editing. It’s really easy to cut somebody in rolling their eyes when that might not have even happened next to the thing that it’s being shown next to. Honestly, I don’t know, that’s one thing that bothers me a lot.

And then I’ll hear things from people where it’s like, “Oh your band’s great but I hate your bass player” and I’m like, then you just said you hate our band cause I don’t fucking care. He’s my best friend. Obviously he’s still in the band for a reason, it’s not like I’m waiting for someone to go “Oh yeah, you know, Pete sucks” and I’ll go like “Yes! Thank you, now he’s totally fired!” No, he’s my best friend and he’s absolutely important. He’s invaluable. I wouldn’t be here without him. I’ll hear things like, “Your voice is great but Pete’s really lame” and it’s like, well, Pete’s the only guy who got me to sing. I wasn’t a singer until Pete saw it in me. So I don’t particularly see value in me being a singer but he does and he’s always my cheerleader, trying to keep me going. So I am the musician I am pretty much because of Pete. And I’m not even saying I’m that great a musician. I’m saying if there’s anyone that thinks I am, all the thanks goes to Pete. So that’s one thing that bothers me a lot and I don’t think people really understand fully.

From an October 2008 interview with chorus.fm née absolutepunk: Do you or any of the other members ever feel a sense of jealousy towards Pete?

No, we’re pretty defensive when it comes to the way he’s been portrayed. Pete’s my best friend, I was the best man at his wedding, I love that man to death. I’d take a bullet for him. But, I hate the way that the Pete Wentz that actually exists never gets covered, it never gets spoken of. There’s so many accusations that are so ridiculous about the guy that are taken as the gospel—people just assume that he posted pictures of his penis on the internet. That is the stupidest fucking thing thing I’ve ever heard. Why on earth would you ever do that? His parents were gonna see that, come on. Have some common sense. He is actually a human being. Would you want your penis all over the internet? Probably not. He probably doesn’t either.

This is another little interesting factoid about Pete: he quit the band. I had to talk him back into the band after those pictures got out. It nearly broke the band up he was so devastated. He had to claw his way back up from massive depression to even make fun of it.

Anyway, no, we are not jealous of him. If anything, I would want people to know the real Pete Wentz. I get the impression that people don’t really want to know him, because he’s not the bad guy on the reality show. He’s the most loyal guy I know, to a fault actually. He’s one of those guys who will never stand against his friends. Here’s an analogy. If he’s gonna make some money off shoveling coal, he’s gonna bring his friend on with him, and his friend is gonna shovel coal. If the friend’s not good at shoveling coal, Pete will shovel more coal to make sure that guy gets his share, even if the guy is doing terrible work. The guy could sit down, relax, and open up a book, and Pete’s still gonna be shoveling coal for that guy. He is the most loyal guy I know. He reminds me a lot of the portrayal of Frankie Valli in Jersey Boys just in the way that in Jersey Boys, and I don’t know if this is the true story, one of the other singers in the Four Seasons racks up this huge gambling debt and Frankie Valli is like, “We’ll pay for it, we will never ask for it back, we’ll just pay for it, he’s just gotta not do it again,” and that’s the kind of guy Pete is. I will never be jealous of him.

From AP Magazine #223: "Everyone forgets what they do in their own bedroom, in their own time," explains Stump. "I was never pissed at Pete for being Pete in his own time. I am pissed at whoever stole that picture and leaked it, and for being such a douchebag and having no sense of decency or privacy."

From Spin magazine in December 2005: "I think there would be resentment toward Pete from the other three," says Janick [Fueled by Ramen founder]. "I mean, how could there not be? But I've never seen it. It seems that they're a really tight unit."

Says Hurley: "[Pete's] the most loyal dude on earth. He's never done anything that we're not a part of." Trohman agrees: "He's a Type A personality and has a lot of leader qualities. Plus, we knew he was just better at that [business] stuff."

From Inside Entertainment in 2007:

Pete, you're dating Ashlee Simpson. How hard is it to deal with all the extra attention from your relationship? Pete: I mean, how crazy is it that you're dating some person, but then how much crazier is it that you're in love with that person? You want them at your shows, to come and do things with you, but because of who they are, that's all people focus on. I try not to do things that are detrimental to my band but it's just unfortunate because the two clash. Joe: The rest of us in the band know that whatever comes out of the media frenzy, that people attach to Pete and his girlfriend, it isn't something perpetrated by Pete. I mean, we'll do interviews and people will ask stupid, inane questions.

What kinds of questions? Joe: Like, "Are you writing a new record? Is it going to be about Ashlee?" And it's like, "Yeah, dude, that's totally what it's going to be about. That's why we started this band, just so Pete could meet Ashlee." He loves his girlfriend, it's as simple as that. But we're just regular dudes and we just like doing our band. We didn't do this to run around and be like Pete and show our pee pees to everybody. Pete: [Laughs] Joe: We started this to be a band. The best thing about doing this band is we've got to a level where we can focus on more important issues.

Tweet from Andy @FUCKCITY before he got his own Twitter, when fans were criticizing Pete about the hiatus during early 2010:

everyone stop attacking pete. that pisses me off-a

From AV Club in June 2007:

AVC: The cult of personality around [Pete] could sink another band. How does Fall Out Boy deal with that?

PS: The thing is that we know each other very well. Pete's probably my best friend in the world; I think he understands me better than a lot of people, and I understand him better than a lot of people. And that's the way we get over it. If they make you into a wrestling character, into that great mythical kind of bad guy, it's really easy for people to make you into something, to decide who you are. At the end of the day, the Pete that I read about, yeah, I don't like him 'cause I've read he's a total dick. But the thing is I actually know Pete Wentz, and he's a really good guy, he's a really quiet guy, he's a really polite guy. He's a really mellow, honest, loyal guy. He's not this cold-hearted mogul. It's the funniest thing; if Pete Wentz really cared about money, he'd probably make more. He wastes and loses more money than anybody I know—he gives it away. At any rate, whatever, I don't want to gush about him, but that's how we overcome that whole cult of personality. At the end of the day, they deify you or demonize you, but you're really just some guy.

#askin hours #anon #*making poasts #fall out boy #patrick is probably the most interviewed after pete so a lot of these are from him #but joe and andy stick up for him plenty too #the way joe talks abt him in his book is so fond and it gets to me

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scarafrisbee · 2 months

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–and they ask, is he your boyfriend? -> thoma x gn!celeb!reader

syn: you're a famous celebrity on the red carpet, signing for fans until you encounter a certain someone...

/ cute stuff, fluff???, kisses (ish), modern au, lower case intended, not proof read, pet names? (angel, love)

/ i'm back (like anybody cares) (the last time i posted a fic was almost a year ago) (idek what happened to me nd my crush) (lol not rlly they gave me a love letter earlier today) (valentines special??? lol)

the lights are bright enough to blur your vision; if you were new to this industry that is. walking on the red carpet, the fans scream your name and all eyes are on you. you're all too familiar, really. and of course, with fame comes with its own hurdles— like people prying into your personal life, invading general privacy or trying to figure out who the hell you may or may not be dating.

of no surprises, there's fans and other people on the barricades sticking out arms with items for you to sign. plenty of people screaming you, your name and whatever they can to catch your attention. nobody in particular catches your eye as you approached and signed their items with a smile, until you see him.

his endearing green eyes, charming smile— and who else would it be, none other than thoma? you adore him like nothing and nobody more. he's like the honey to your bitter tea, making everything better.

at this point, you've signed plenty of things. books, posters, even some people's phone cases or something. fans will always find a way to make your brain spin, don't they?

thoma smiles right at you, his hand out with a simple novel. "angel!" he blurts out with a silly lovestruck grin, "how have you been?" thoma asks, succeeding at painting a silly grin on your lips.

— he's your rock, staying with you all times. through now, then and every second he can in the counting future.

thoma looks at you with equal adoration, his eyes crinkling into a smile. "better," you responded with a quiet chuckle.

with the marker you held and signed a plenty of items with, you took the novel and signed it. thoma acts as though he was a regular fan, and not like your boyfriend.

looking upon the book before giving it back, it was one of those silly romance-centric works. cute little rom-com with no hopes and dreams crushed! wow. you could describe your dearest thoma that way, no? unapologetically loving, and all too generous.

very generous. and very sappy.

much so as he pulls you in with a smile, your heart fluttering upon a simple kiss on the amidst the flashing lights. cameras everywhere catch the moment as you shimmy off thoma with a laugh— "hey love, hey- not here!" you said in a whispery tone, gently rubbing your cheek.

your attention goes on elsewhere; you continue down the scarlet path, and like all events, reach the entrance to disappear into the depths of these rich companies and their events. you bid goodbye to those who border the barricades, walking in within the walls of many could only dream of coming inside.

all the while you enjoy your party and wine that would cost the regular person a lung, you encounter more people. interviewers, people with practically hearts in their eyes and the soft chatter of other around you.

the night is relatively peaceful after that, thankfully. nothing irregular could happen after, surely.

— what a ruckus you have made.

peace or chaos, whatever it is, it's basically a whole phenomena the day tomorrow. you wake up to posts about you and thoma, and that little cheek kiss he gave you the previous few hours before.

no wonder your phone's been blowing up all night and day. what is happening to the world?

"love? did you check twitter?" you asked thoma later that day, tilting your head in slight confusion. you're not exactly sure what's going on in the internet as of current...

"yeah, i said i was your boyfriend." thoma continued as he chuckled, "your fans just need you to confirm it."

note;; wowowow after a decade (10 months) and a difficult period in my life (i was just too busy) i finally post smth !!! wow. aaaaaa this was js to my get writing going again, i hope to post moree

#genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x you #thoma x reader #thoma x you #scarafrisbee.com/writing

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bucketinyourwalls · 1 year

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2!Postal Dude Headcanons <3

Summary:

With this version of 2!Postal Dude consists of a mix of my own projections, random stuff I thought of whenever bored, and just how I generally see him. Based on my first run with him, and a mix of the wiki. Anyone that wants to add these to their own lists feel free! :D

General:

Goofy as hell. Still just as insane as the others, but takes it all less seriously.

Either has a list or small journal he carries on him all the time just filled with one-liners, also carries a pen so he can write down any new ones he thinks of.

Fucking dumbass.

Not the smartest guy around, but also not the dumbest. Decent knowledge with some things.

Sometimes pretends to be a full on moron just to annoy the person, or piss them off depending on if it's someone he likes or hates.

Knowledgeable in some subjects, but only if it’s something he has a genuine interest in.

Random hyperfixation on things. Tries to keep himself focused on one or two things at a time and tries to balance everything out, but always fails.

Favorite aesthetics consist of cyberpunk, post-apocalyptic, feralcore, bastardcore, and post-punk.

Feral bastard.

Bites people. Started out as a joke but was slowly integrated into his life.

Humor’s all over the damn place. Mix of whatever he can find on Tumblr and shows like South Park and Beavis and Butthead.

Has a Tumblr and Twitter account. Both just so he can watch everything unfold and doesn’t bother to post anything.

Following list for Twitter mostly consists of gimmick accounts, some of it wholesome, and others being shit he just decided was funny.

Personality built around others' perception of him, whether people he actually knows or just those on the internet.

Personality changes often, but keeps certain aspects for each one.

Bit of a people pleaser.

Mood is always randomized for each day. One day he could be the most calm and patient man in Paradise, and the next he could go on a massacre.

Mood really depends on his morning. Slight inconveniences do have the potential to fuck it all up if there was a major one before, but not on their own.

Very patient with people when younger, but that patience has slowly degraded over the years.

Would never snap at anyone when younger, maybe a few passive aggressive comments.

But now with the degraded patience, much more prone to snapping at people.

Animal lover. Always making sure Champ gets pets and food before he goes off to do his errands and will do his best to take care of strays.

After the beginning cutscene near the start of the game with him kicking Champ for pissing in front of him felt a fuck ton of guilt for the rest of the day. After he got home made sure to do his best to make it up to Champ through whatever means necessary.

Type of video games that he plays is a healthy mix of horror such as Silent Hill and Resident Evil, indie games like Cult of the Lamb and Hollow Knight, and of course shooter games like DOOM and the Call of Duty series.

For Cult of the Lamb he definitely named the cult after himself. Once tried to mod the game himself to add in or replace the decorations to better fit himself but that never ended up happening.

Just about grew up with horror. During highschool he had a fake ID so he could see the Rated R movies without having to bring an adult with him, or would just sneak in (and get caught).

Holds the DOOM series close to his crack-filled heart, with his favorite being the 1993 DOOM as a mix of nostalgia and everything that could be done. Always discovering new secrets on every playthrough.

Probably plays Call of Duty a bit less than the others, and mostly consists of him playing online and just insulting everyone since it’s fun to see their reactions. Barely pays attention to any of the campaigns.

Bisexual and Pangender <3

Age being 27 during the events of Postal 2 (no clue if he has a canon age so for the time being I’m sticking to that).

Music:

Mostly metal and rock.

Korn, Avenged Sevenfold, Rob Zombie, Dope, Limp Bizkit, Skillet, Seether, Slayer, etc.

Favorite songs with them consisting of: “Y’all Want a Single?” by Korn, “Rollin (Air Raid Vehicle” by Limp Bizkit, and “6 Gun Quota” by Seether.

Also has a few other songs in there that seem much out of place, either because he thought it’d be funny or just from him genuinely enjoying them.

Few examples being the “Bisexual Anthem” by Domo Wilson, “Material Girl” by Saucy Santana, “Masquerade” by siouxxie sixxta, ect.

Sings in the shower, most of the time keeps it quiet but will sing loudly as hell just to drive people crazy.

Cannot be trusted with the aux cord.

God help you if you’re on a road trip and he gets a hold of the cord.

Credits:

Credit for both dividers go to @kawaii-lau, after a bit of scrolling finding some dividers saw that they had some cool stuff, so check them out! <3

#postal #postal 2 #postal dude #running with scissors #rws #postal 2 dude #headcanon #just random shit I thought of instead of thinking of headcanons for Phillip Graves #I know he does say that he doesn't like video games but I'm willing to ignore that <3 #and sorry for this writing being incoherent as hell

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Criminal Minds: The Protégé Chapter 1

Ch 1: Please, Not Another Auditor.

Blurb: After deciding to leave the BAU, Spencer is now a full time professor at the FBI Academy, teaching profiling and criminology. Spencer is struggling to live life without the BAU, but that is to be expected when it has been all he has known for almost 2 decades. The BAU meanwhile, struggled to find someone to fill the genius shaped hole in the team when he left, and they still are struggling. At least, that's how the newest profiler, Agent Grace Matthews feels. Grace is good at what she's good at, it's why the bureau accepted her earlier than most. But how could anyone live up Dr. Reid's legacy? So, when Grace answers a call intended for her desk's previous owner, she jumps at the chance to meet her predecessor and ask him for some advice. Together, they find a kinship… but unfortunately, they also uncover a disturbing pattern in the deaths of inmates and patients the BAU have helped put away.

Masterlist

Audience: 16+ mature audience for depictions of violence and sexual references

Author's Note: You might have recognised this story from it's previous iteration on Ao3. I had a bit of a personal crisis and deleted my account. So I am re-editing what I have saved on my computer and reuploading it with some fixed continuity errors now that I finished CM Evolution. Will be cross posted here and on Ao3. This fic is dedicated to giving Spencer a happy ending, serving my desire to write crime/mystery and getting my horrific idea's for unsubs out of my head. Set in 2023, and mostly canon compliant. Sorry this is all plot, no peen. But promise there will be a love interest for Spencer, and Grace acts as a wingman for. This more a found family/ give Spencer a smol bean to mentor fic.

TW: murder, prison, criminology terms

Five years ago: Honolulu women's state penitentiary, Hawaii, April 29th 2017

‘So, what do you think detective?’ Rossi asked as the guard buzzed them through to the observation room.

‘Chief thinks based on the evidence before this fourth victim showed up, we caught our girl.’ Detective Fahnu sighed.

‘That’s all well and good, but I asked what you think Mark, cause this is a real bad time to call in a favour. Back home, a real spaghetti stick of an FBI agent, who happens to be like family to me, is in the clink, and we’re busting our asses trying to get him out before he dies. And you calling me here means I had to ask my boss if I can fly off to Hawaii for a weekend. It looks real bad, okay? So you better have a gut churning reason to keep me here, or I’m gone.’

‘It’s more head spinning than gut churning,’ Fahnu nodded through the mirrored glass window at the inmate sitting cuffed to the desk. ‘It’s just never sat right how fast we closed this one. Kauai is a small island, Li’hue is an even smaller town, people are terrified and out for blood, it’s been bad for tourism, and the local government is calling for heads Dave. Chief wanted this case solved fast. We made a profile, and she fit the bill.

‘She’s a loner, got the whole Wednesday Addams thing goin’ for her, spends her free time in cemeteries, works at a funeral home, no friends at school, quiet, never had a boyfriend or anything like that. But had a good family, didn’t so much as sneeze out of turn in public, school, work, even here she is a model prisoner after the first month. We all knew her at the station, not from any trouble, but she was a paper waster, reporting dead animals, reporting goddamn rocks being moved, cats that went missing, insisting there was a serial killer out there… well what do you know, one turns up, and she inserts herself into the investigation, you people said they do that. So with no other leads or suspects, she starts looking promising. So we got a warrant, and we found… well you know what we found and then there was the internet history.

'And here we are eight months later. I’m not sure what to think Dave, cause I know her family and character witnesses, they’re good people, they don’t lie. But neither does evidence and until this new victim showed up, all of it pointed to her. Someones playing games and I don’t know who it is.’

‘And she plead guilty?’ Rossi asked.

‘I’m not even sure about that anymore, you have the case file there?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Does it have her records while in Kauai Jail?’

Rossi flicked through it again, he saw her 3 weeks here in solitary till she turned 18 and could be placed in a cell in E block, but strangely her transfer and county jail records were missing. ‘No.’

Detective Fahnu passed him a yellow envelope. ‘These somehow never made it across my desk until this week after number four showed up.’ Rossi opened the folder and winced. ‘As soon as I saw those… I knew I made the right call asking you to come. I can’t sleep Dave, I gotta know we caught the right one.’

‘Well, either way you’ve got someone else to catch, the new victim had traces of Semen still on them?’

‘You’re right, we’re running it now hopefully it'll give us a lead, I'm sorry I can’t stay for this, we’re conducting family interviews in an hour, I at least need to be there on conference call but, let me know how this goes. I appreciate this a lot.’

‘Don’t sweat it, I’ll call you tonight, when this is done. Take care Mark.’ Rossi waved the detective off and took one more look over the files, especially the new ones from the county jail.

He observed the girl in the interview room. Her head hung over the desk as she leant on her elbows and bounced her leg. Her buzzed cropped hair now starkly different from the long curly mane in the mugshot that had been taken in November last year. She looked up and peered at the glass, only able to see her reflection, but somehow she sensed his stare and met his eyes.

It was time.

Quantico FBI Academy, VA Thursday July 2023 11:15 am

‘And it is this repeated and obsessive element of an M.O. that can indicate a paraphilia. Paedophilia, necrophilia are well known paraphilia that are criminal in nature. Now paraphilia can be anything, it doesn’t have to be a criminal act, but it can form part of a signature. Can anyone name what type of paraphilia dendrophilia is?’ he asked.

Blank faces met him. Well, the faces that looked up from their notes frantically were blank. The two auditors of the class always disconcertingly looked like their minds were elsewhere. One day, Spencer sighed quietly to himself. One day someone would know. ‘It’s…’

‘Trees,’ a quiet, unfamiliar voice called out hesitantly from the back row. ‘It’s an attraction to trees, dendro from the Greek dendron meaning tree, philia also Greek, meaning strong fondness and love amongst equals.’

The voice was not one of his students this term; he was certain. He could pick their voices. Spencer swiveled his head, scanning his students to get a glimpse of the first person to answer that question since he started asking it. His suspicions were confirmed; she was not supposed to be in this class. The voice belonged to a young woman, probably early twenties, with dark hair in braided pigtails on either side of her head. She fidgeted with her glasses before stuffing her hands back into her cardigan pockets. Their eyes met and she gave him a small smile.

‘…Yes, that’s right, trees. Any ideas what kind of behaviour might be displayed in a signature if a criminal has dendrophilia?’

‘They might like to perform their crimes outdoors in wooded areas, or bury victims under trees so they can revisit crime scenes and get off on the fact the trees are being sustained by a victim's decomposition. Or they might hide bodies in hollow trees, it would depend on an unsub’s preferences,’ she suggested, he could see she had a lot more to say, but she sat there, nervously looking at other students, as if prompting them to say something.

It was then Spencer placed her. He was right; she wasn't a current student. She had been in a few of his classes when he was teaching part time, two years ago. He couldn’t put a name to her face or much of her cohort to be honest. It bothered him. They had switched to online correspondence in the first semester of 2020. Only the first two classes with her cohort were in person, in which she had been silent. But, she should have graduated by now. Why was she here? Oh God, please not another auditor, he thought.

He cleared his throat, turned his attention back to the class. ‘Does anyone who's actually in this class have something to add?’ His gaze might as well have been poisoned the way some of the young students avoided it. ‘No? Okay, I know I blindsided you with that one, but, our guest is right. It may seem inconceivable to some of you that people would actually become aroused by trees, but in my experience paraphilia can be developed from anything and everything.’

He glanced back at her. Now she was clutching a canvas messenger bag tightly against her chest with one hand, and texting with the other. She obviously wasn’t here for the content or to audit him. So, he deduced that she was waiting for him to finish. He tried his best to continue as normal, now hoping that she wasn’t one of his fans that his lectures seemed to attract. ‘Now the assigned reading for next week will go further into how a paraphilia can be imprinted on a person, but I thought the basics of paraphilia would be an important background for the case study this week because it interacts with the stages of development and the importance of a love map. This is a case study from 1995…’

Spencer concluded the class five minutes early and packed up his things, warily glancing at her. The canvas messenger bag she had with her had a few pins on it for personalisation, but the way she gripped it so tight made him dread what was in it. She didn’t appear armed, but she seemed dressed in a way that would convey she was non threatening. It was not unusual, but it was certainly unique for a woman her age; a plain beige cardigan over a pale-floral-patterned collared blouse, navy culottes, and smart, vintage-style, leather loafers. Paired with her youthful hair style, it made him wary. It screamed sweet and innocent, like it was a purposeful statement. If she had consciously decided to dress that way, it was bad news for him.

As she stood, he observed she was on the tall side for a woman, at least 5'9 was his estimate from measuring her against the door frame. She smiled at the students file past her as she held the door open for them. She glanced at him expectantly as the last student left the hall. Suspicion turned to dread. He needed to go. He had no more classes for the day, but she wouldn’t know that. He power walked toward the door.

She smiled at him politely. ‘Dr Reid, I'll only need a few minutes of your time-’

‘I’m sorry. I have a class across the other side of the academy, I have to go, another time perhaps-’

‘Umm… No you don’t, it's Thursday,' she said with a chuckle.

He stilled. How would she know that? Had she been stalking him? His heart hammered, and he started to walk again, quickening his pace. He had to get to a populated area. Now.

‘Dr Reid?’ she called after him. Her shoes made no sound behind him. How was she so quiet for someone that tall? He glanced behind him to see she was two steps behind. ‘Dr Reid, I'm sorry if I spoke out of turn back there. Please, I just want to talk!’

‘I really must go.’

‘Okay, maybe we can sit down and have coffee some other time? I know you like a double espresso and double-choc-chip muffins. They're my favourite too, though I prefer tea.'

That chilled him to the bone. He began jogging. How long had she been watching him?

‘Doctor, where are you-’ He glanced back, and she was right there, her long legs striding to keep pace with him.

Oh God, she was chasing him. He didn’t have a gun right now. He didn’t carry one while he taught. This hall had cameras and hundreds of FBI cadets in classes behind doors right now. Would she really be that bold? He turned to face her. Perhaps he could reason his way out of this.

‘Look, this won’t end well for you. I don’t know what you think you can do to me, but there’s no way you can get away with anything here-’

‘What?’ She stepped back. Her eyes widened. ‘Oh no!’ She took another step back, ‘Oh no, no no… I’m not stalking you, I’m so sorry! Oh, the schedule and the muffin thing—God I must have come off so creepy, please don't freak out okay? I just… I’m so sorry,’ she fumbled out an apology. Her hand slowly went to the front pocket of her bag, but he didn't panic; the pocket was too small to hold a firearm. He kept his distance, ready to run if he needed to.

Her body language had changed completely. Before she seemed excited and nervous, but now she was utterly, and unmistakably, mortified. Spencer almost felt sorry for her.

‘I’m just grabbing my badge, sorry I-I tried calling to let you know I was coming, but Garcia said you were a technophobe, and I couldn’t wait for snail mail-’ He tilted his head, Garcia? ‘-she also told me your coffee preferences if I needed to bribe you… And I rang the criminology department secretary to see what your office hours were. Vivian, booked me an appointment in your calendar… but that… runs… on email… So you mustnt’ve seen it—you had no idea I was coming did you? God I was really early and weird… I-I- didn’t mean to scare you.’ She held out a familiar leather card holder to him. ‘I’m Special Agent Grace Matthews, I’m a profiler with your old unit, I’m new. I-I-we‘ve met before but, um… You might not remember me. Sorry I really wanted to meet you for a while now, I really admire you… and oh God this has gone so wrong… I am so sorry, I can come back later,’ she finished rambling and stood there, looking as if she wanted the earth to open up and swallow her.

It was like he was seeing himself at 22, struggling to fit in a crowd of suits and stern faces knowing full well that if it weren't for his intellect, he would not be there. He inspected her badge. He noted the birthdate of 12/25/1998. Considering it was a requirement that an applicant be 23 for admission to the bureau, and Grace was currently 24 and already a profiler, he suspected that she might have a similar skill set to him. He remembered both JJ and Garcia mentioned they had a new unit member earlier this year. He remembered JJ saying, “Oh Spence, you’d get on like a house on fire. Never met anyone else who could talk about cholera for 30 minutes, and then say they’re not an expert, they just dabble.”

Spencer offered her a smile. ‘Edward Leonski,’ he said.

‘Wha-Oh,’ she nodded sheepishly, ‘Yep, that was me. Eddie Leonski, “The Brownout Strangler”, I mean, I wasn’t the strangler… That was my final paper… you’d probably remember it cause of the spelling and grammar errors.’

‘No, I have an eidetic memory. I remember everyone’s term papers, but I remember yours particularly because I felt awful only being able to give you a distinction… because of the grammar and spelling mistakes. But the case you analysed, I’d never heard of before, which is always a welcome surprise. It gets a bit boring reading papers about the Zodiac, Bundy, Dhalmer over and over. But you chose a challenge, using original court transcripts, statements and archived letters as sources. And I agree with your theory that he was a narcissist with gynophobia, yet an erotic fascination with women's voices at the same time. The mimicry and self-soothing talk he practiced under stress was especially intriguing, and then added the element of the political tensions of the case. It was a really fascinating read. I had to look into it myself. I agree it is a shame that they declared him sane. There was a lot that was unique about his case that could have been learned if he wasn’t executed.’

‘I know right,’ she grinned. ‘But then again, Sanitariums in the 1940s are not something I would ever wish upon anyone.’

‘No, that’s true,’ he nodded.

Gone was the stuttering and fumbling. Good, he’d hoped a shared interest would make her more comfortable.

‘I'm sorry for scaring you Dr Reid, can I start again?’ she asked hopefully.

‘I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions, and not checking my calendar—through my email? I didn’t even know that they were connected. So sure, we can start again, you apparently have an appointment. So good morning Agent Matthews, did you enjoy the lecture?’

‘I did enjoy the lecture, both times actually, but it’s way better in person. I had some spare time today, and I wanted to meet you cause I have some questions for you and… um some news, not official FBI business but, we might want to go somewhere that is not going to get flooded with students in about… Now.’ Doors to the other lecture halls opened and chatty students filled the hallway.

If he was honest with himself, he had nothing better to do today, and genuinely he missed having people he could enthuse with. Students were intimidated by him, most faculty members were solely academics and they often were disturbed by his anecdotes, and well auditors made him nervous. Not to mention Matthews’ suggestion of muffins had him hungry now.

‘You know what, I actually could really use a coffee. There is a van that parks close to the Eastside of the academy. Their muffins are usually fresh around now too.’

‘Awesome,’ her shoulders relaxed, and they began walking together through the crowd of students, ‘I’ll shout then, after the scare I gave you, I think it’s only fair.’

Next chapter

NOTES: I haven't marked this mature yet. not sure how it works cause it has been ages since I posted a fic on tumblr, have no idea how it's going to handle a criminal minds fic. But oh well.

ALSO GRACE AND REID ARE NOT GOING TO BE THE ROMANTIC FOR EACH OTHER. IN THE TAGS I TRIED TO MAKE THAT CLEAR BUT I KNOW SOME PEOPLE DON'T READ THEM…. but don't worry I have someone else in mind to pair Spencer with, and Grace might go a bit "Operation parent trap" style to get them together. Also Grace will get a love interest to… Hopefully though she won't be too much like Reid and end up with her very own Graeve.

With this fic, I think I'll put specific trigger warnings a the start of each chapter because I plan to have sort of breather chapter in between cases and each case will have a variety of different stuff depending on the unsub. I think I'll put specific trigger warnings a the start of each chapter because I plan to have sort of breather chapter in between cases and each case will have a a variety of different stuff depending on the unsub. These first few chapters are intended as a bit of fluff and an introduction to Grace. if you love it leave a comment, like it, reblog, ask a question, whatever, it is much appreciated and it really motivates me

#criminal minds #spencer reid #fanfic #oc #spencer gets a happy ending #big brother spencer #mentor spencer #the protege #the protege chapter 1

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ilikelookingatthings · 7 months

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Hello! anyone else watching the live action onepiece? I've got questions

So for context me and my siblings grew up watching the 4kids dub version of one piece and then a bit of the funimation dub of the cloud island arc.

What I have questions on is Zolo/Zoro's backstory.

From what I remember Zoro was a student in a dojo..he kept getting beat by a girl and was annoyed either about getting beat or by getting beat by a girl specifically who did beat up all the other guys as well...I remember them not being allowed to train with metal swords...just the kendo stick I believe after they were scolded by the dad of the girl/the dojo master when Zoro/Zolo proclaimed if he had a real sword he could beat her....He went out training...lifting giant rocks and I'm assuming a waterfall but I remember the rocks...maybe him lifting buckets of water?

The childhood friend was confident but then overheard her father saying the remarks about how as a girl she would lose out in strength naturally to the guys as they all aged up...and Zolo/Zora lost again and they had that promise and they had that talk about he rbeing his goal and not giving up.

I remember then that she ends up cornered by the other boys she beat in the class who ganged up on her with real swords...or they brought in some other ruffians to do thie rdirty work, or it was rival group...I'm pretty sure it was the guys in her class who she beat like Zolo but they were more bitter than him.

and I remember it being kindof vague but them implying that she was injured badly so wouldn't be able to use the sword again but I THINK she lived or they were vague about it more than Jet in Avatar the Last Airbender.

Now I AM aware that 4kids tended to change things up and censor some aspects...mostly blood but also other details. so I COULD understand if 4kids deliberately made it a bit vague so they could keep her Alive and just have her injured unable to continue her promise with Zolo/Zoro(which helped some of our confusion when Zoro/Zolo met the Swordlady who looked like her later).

So I can completely understand if in the real unedited version she ended up dying from those jealous dudes sabotaging her due to pride by ganging up on her.

But in the new live action one piece we see it mainly focused just on Zoro being upset..we don't see the other kids upset at being beaten...blah blah blah...complains about how he'd get stronger than her by virtue of being a guy...blah blah bah..they makeup and make the vow... but then after the promise we just see her dad? the dojo instructer? go up to Zoro and tell him that his friend has been in a accident where we then cut strait to her funeral with a picture...no body but pretty clear that she is dead...but we don't know what killed her in this one...

but everyone keeps saying on the internet that she fell down some stairs?

so....did she? did I remember her backstory wrong? or do you think we'll discover the details about that later where its still accurate to our version but zoro/zolo doesn't know yet by that point in time?

Since we are going from a limited perspective with the flashbacks rather than a full seeing completely from the outside perspective we got in the anime.

is his backstory just done? she just got into a normal tradgic accident like Terabithia? was her backstory at all about being ganged up on by some jealous guys she had beaten? or am I remembering wrong? did she die in the original or not? We know she seems firmly dead in the liveaction one now...but I don't want to look deeper incase I get spoiled about other stuff.

Also while your at it interenet fandom...was that Navy leader with the dog hat guy always his grandpa? was that revealed that early? I hear 4kids cut alot of content to speed run to the marketable chopper so its possible we just never saw it...or was it just a addition to this live actions one...like how Toby seemed to be included more often.

I also lowkey wish we saw Usops vegtable fruit pirate squad of kids...someone to hang with the poor rich sick heir since literally everyone she was close to died, betrayed her and tried to kill her over years and Usop was leaving...feels a bit lonely even if they had her say she was going to try to become a doctor so she'd be preoccupied outside of the shipyard...Merry died(I could have sworn he lived but was injured in the original but I could be wrong and he strait up died like in the live actions). I remember cliffs and a pirate ship and more of the cat crew in the anime and getting to see more of usops marksmen skills... but the locked house drama was really interesting.

I miss sanji's eyebrow but they did him REALLY well...especially how they handled the backstory andhow they couldn't show a body hidden under the cloak being basically wasted away to the nth degree like they did in the anime but we got a better focus on his leg.

Also.....did the boss shark show up to the restaurant in the original anime like he did in live action? I feel like he hadn't since I remember being shocked at his reveal/what he looked like back at Nami's island before the ubber knife/the name stabbed her hand to be convincing scene....but I could be wrong...

also...wasn't the restaurant cut in half in the original?

its fascinating to try to remember details when a character come up familiar somehow.

#one piece #luff #zolo #zoro #childhood friend #backstory #usopp #nami #live action one piece #navy #pirates #memories #4kids #funimation #dub

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Ronancetober Day #8: Ronance Anthem

[A/N: If you haven't listened to Noah Kahan's Stick Season yet, do yourself a favor and please do!]

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Summary: Based on the song "Stick Season" by Noah Kahan, Robin returns to Hawkins years after Nancy broke her heart. While visiting her family for the holidays she runs into a familiar face.

The lights in the grocery store hummed like a fly trapped against a windowpane. Robin Buckley didn’t know if it was the hangover she struggled to nurse, or the stretching aisles of identical marketing that amplified them. She had briefly forgotten why she came into the market in the first place, holding a weighty can of soup with a non-descript label for an unnaturally long time.

She hadn’t been back in Hawkins Indiana for years, and after stopping at the closest bar to the airport and drowning her sorrows about the fact, and sleeping off her habits in a local two-story motel, she decided to feed her body in some way. Soup would stay down, or at least she thought it would.

Finally, Robin had caved to her mother’s invitation to come back home for the holidays. The past two Thanksgivings were spent alone, and the ones before that her father had driven to San Francisco to make reservations at a fancy restaurant. It consisted for two hours of awkward conversation before he would sleep on her pull-out couch and leave the next morning. Her mother never had the heart to make the trip.

It was time for Robin to go back to the sleepy town, her old stomping ground, and concede to forced family bonding. She hadn’t taken up the offer to stay in her old room, much to her mother’s dismay.

Truthfully, Robin wanted to forget everything about Hawkins. Keep the open wounds sealed up with sloppy stitches. That included the Ramone’s posters slapped up on her wall, and the fish tank that now sat empty, a ring of sediment where the water used to reach.

Robin snapped back to herself when she turned and ran straight into someone in the aisle. Cans of soup mixed with cans of cranberries. She and another woman rushed to pick them up, scrambling out apologies at the same time, overlapping one another but getting the sentiment.

“I really should watch where I’m going,” The woman said, straightening up.

Robin recognized those eyes. Though older, and dimmer with age, they still held a certain edge of careful care. However, there was no recognition behind them, not at first. She stacked her canned cranberry, pushing the heavy-framed glasses to the bridge of her nose.

“No, no it was me,” Robin said, lilting her head to the side with caution. “Mrs. Wheeler?”

She laughed humorlessly, finally scrutinizing Robin “Mrs. Wheeler, no one has called me that since… Oh, drat, you’re the Buckley girl. Robin.”

A smile broke across her face as she apologized again, and this time pulled Robin into an awkward hug where they sandwiched the canned items in between them. She still smelled warm, like pumpkin spice and kitchen cleaner.

“My word, it’s been so long. Are you still working for that computer company out West? I haven’t seen your mother since, well, it’s been years.”

Robin nodded, turning the can of soup over in her hand. It had started as something out of a friend's garage and had grown to one of the top coding platforms in the new age of the internet. Big modems and black screens with millions of numbers. It was like a puzzle: a puzzle her parents didn't understand. Most of the world didn’t understand either. But Robin had put her faith in it, slept on a rickety couch in her boss’s garage before he had enough money to not only get an office space but an apartment above it for her to live in.

“I am, Holly just graduated high school, didn't she?”

“Quick at math, as always. She did. Gosh, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you, kids. Funny, isn’t it? Nancy and Mike finally made the trip home this year too.”

Robin got hit with a sudden wave of nausea that could be from the shitty Rolling Rock beer that she had downed the night before, the corn nuts that settled right at the base of her stomach. But more than anything, she knew it was at the mention of Nancy’s name. Seeing Karen was shocking enough.

“Is that so?”

“Oh yes!” She pushed her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose. “We’re having a get-together tonight, as a matter of fact. Forgot the cranberries. You should stop by.”

“I don’t know if that’s such-“

“Mike and Nancy will be so happy to see you! You remember where the house is, don’t you dear?”

How could Robin forget? She remembers the sweet musky smell of the basement, the lights that were always strung across old brown paneling. There was a warmth to Nancy Wheeler’s high school bedroom, a wire frame, and a pink bedspread that she would often settle under. They’d laugh, breath mingling, hair falling into gazes.

Robin whispered out “Yes ma’am.”

“Perfect! We’ll see you at eight.”

Robin nodded, dry-mouthed and stunned. She didn’t much feel like soup anymore and she watched as Karen gave her a kind wave and went along her way. There was no malice in the interaction. None at all. Karen Wheeler had been oblivious to the relationship that Robin had shared with her daughter.

Nor did she know about the conversation they had in the Station Wagon just days before Nancy went to Emerson, and Robin resigned to the fact that they had passed her exit that night for a reason.

She should have eaten something to calm her nerves, but instead, she stopped at the nearest liquor store (honestly, the only liquor store) that Hawkins had to offer. She had picked up a good bottle of brandy because she knew that Ted Wheeler was a fan.

Nancy had broken the lock off the liquor cabinet the first night after the earthquake that ripped apart the town their senior year. They had gotten drunk off the greenish liquid. It burned Robin’s throat and her stomach, but she liked the way it tasted against Nancy’s lips.

Robin had the glass bottle tucked against her side when she knocked on the door and held her breath, counting the seconds before it swung open, and warmth hit her like a ton of bricks. The Wheeler house smelled slightly spiced for the holiday, and Robin took her time before looking at the person who stood across the threshold.

Mike Wheeler was still lanky but somehow had sprouted another few inches. He had a serious look on his face that reminded Robin again of the liquor cabinet and the stern talking to she had received from Ted Wheeler, still woozy and free.

“Please tell me that’s the good stuff,” he said, voice deeper than she remembers.

“The best money can buy.”

Mike pulled her into an unexpected hug. His hair was shaggy, stubble scratching Robin’s face. She had never been close to Nancy’s kid brother, but she had stood with him on multiple occasions. He had walked in on her and Nancy when they were younger and dutifully kept the secret, too. That meant that he was okay in Robins's book, despite swiping the brandy upon their broken hug.

“Did you pre-game?” Mike asked.

“Oh, you have no idea how much I wanted to. Your mom really laid on the charm and the guilt. It’s a talent.”

“Why do you think I flew in from Florida? You could pry those white sand beaches from my cold dead hands before you caught me dead back in Hawkins in the middle of winter.”

Robin had heard that Mike took a path less desired from a father’s standpoint. He had graduated college but abandoned the degree the second he took a cross-country trip to the east coast. He fell hard and fast for the waves and ended up opening his own spear-fishing business in the gulf of Florida. Or at least, that’s what Robin had heard. His dark tan seemed to support this rumor.

“Michael, who was at the door?” Karen’s voice flitted from the kitchen, the warmest place in the house.

He lifted his eyebrows and lead Robin through the familiar paneled hallway into the kitchen. Karen wore a velvet red dress that matched the cans of cranberry she had picked up from the store earlier. Her makeup was impeccable. Holly sat at the kitchen table, hunched over a notebook with her blonde hair falling into her eyes.

Karen clapped her hands together “Robin!”

“Jesus’ mom!” Holly gasped, turning to face she and Mike.

There was no recognition in her eyes, and Robin didn’t expect there to be any. She was merely six when Robin first started showing her face in the Wheeler home. Still, she smiled and gave a nervous wave that Robin returned. Her heart was in her throat and her stomach was in her ass, and the anticipation of seeing Nancy Wheeler ebbed at the back of her mind.

“Nancy is out back,” Mike whispered to her as he placed the bottle of bourbon on the counter.

She hugged Karen Wheeler again and excused herself to the backyard. Snow had barely begun to fall, her breath clouding each time it passed her lips. There was the scent of the bonfire a few houses down and the last crickets of the season sang their song.

Robin could hear the creaking of the swing set that was in the Wheeler's backyard, the chains having rusted. Robin shivered into herself and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket. She made us much noise against the gravel as she could.

Nancy had her head down, hands in her lap as she used the tip of her boot to shift her on the swing, back and forth, nothing dramatic. A pile of cut logs rested against the fence line behind her. She looked up at the sound of footsteps.

Robin had had crushes before. On Tammy Thompson and Vickie Richardson from band. Those started in the center of her soul and spread to her fingertips. But it was hard to forget the first love of your life, the girl who started at your fingertips and thawed your soul. Nancy Wheeler had been that love that split her in two.

Now she sat, staring at Robin with moon-stained eyes. She made Robin’s heart pound harder. There was a paleness to her complexion, a beauty to the curls that carried at her shoulders. She had on a jean jacket that probably didn’t’ warm her one bit. Her nose was raw, and red.

“My mom told me you were going to stop by.” She said.

Her voice was raspy as if she had just had a cold. As if she had been crying. Robin didn’t know which one it was. She walked closer and lowered herself into the swing next to Nancy. They sat in silence for a few moments.

“I should have asked you first.”

Nancy smiled “I know how she can get. You probably couldn’t get a word in edgewise.”

That smile sent chills down Robin's spine. She felt an ache at the sides of both of her legs were hitting the swing. She wasn’t as young as she used to be, and wasn’t meant to sit on a green plastic swing.

“What have you been up to?” Robin asked.

She knew what Nancy Wheeler had been up to. She had consistent contact with Steve Harrington, who had since gotten out of Hawkins himself. He lived in the same city as Nancy. New York was massive and intimidating and her boss wanted to open up a branch of the company there, but she shot him down in fear that she would see Nancy among the million other faces that roamed the streets.

It made more sense for Robin to meet Nancy here, back where everything started. Back where the rain fell consistently, and the only thing to do out here was drink in the convenience store parking lot.

“Rob, we can skip the small talk.”

“It’s better than no talk at all.” She shook her head, dug the front of her boot into the frozen dirt. “It’s been years. I… I didn’t expect you to call, or write, or visit but,”

“But I should have.”

The sentence hung in the air between them. Nancy had broken Robin’s heart into a million pieces as she sat in the passenger side of the station wagon. She had cried before she said anything, cheeks wet. Nancy had kept driving, saying the words without looking at Robin.

It was easier that way, she was sure. But Robin felt trapped. They were going to opposite sides of the coast, learning, and growing and it just made sense to leave small-town relationships right where they belonged.

Nancy was right; Robin had gone off to college and met Noah and he started the company that she worked at today. She discovered the variety of dorm rooms, and briefly a sorority. She had a couple of long-term relationships and even more short-term ones. None of them captured her heart like Nancy, and none of them broke her heart in the same manner.

Robin liked to think that with time came healing. But she still went fifteen blocks out of her way every morning to get stale coffee and a copy of the New York Times from the only place that sold it. She still read every single word that Nancy Wheeler wrote, and swiped her finger across the fresh ink as if the black impression brought her closer to the girl she had loved as a teenager.

“You’re working at a start-up that they think is going to change the world of technology.”

Robin brought her eyebrows together in concern, she stared at Nancy who stared ahead at the fat flakes that fell from the black sky.

“A coder. I never figured you for computer science but I’m glad that you fell into it. I have a feeling that the internet isn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. You live in a duplex that you’re renovating, and you have a dog named Pretzel, very cute, by the way.”

“You’ve been keeping tabs on me.”

“As have you.”

Robin swallowed hard and nodded. “Last I heard you were engaged, living on park avenue. No dogs, but two cats.”

“Was engaged. It’s his apartment on Park, so I am back in Brooklyn. I only got to keep one of the cats and Starsky misses Hutch.” Nancy laughed and a stream of smoke came from her lips, encircling her head before it dissipated into the air among the snow.

This was news. She would have to berate Steve later for skipping the information. Part of Robin, deep down, knew that she would hop on a plane and get down on one knee just to make sure Nancy Wheeler never left her life again.

“What a pair we are.” Robin shoved back on the swing, “You always have these big ideas about coming back to where you grew up, but sometimes things don’t work out the way we planned.”

“My plan made me lose the best thing in my life.” Nancy murmured softly, “and if I could, I would turn back time and apologize.”

Robin gasped dramatically “I think an apology would be wasted on Hutch.”

Nancy scoffed and punched Robin in the arm. She had a mean right hook, and Robin didn’t’ expect anything less. “Ow, Wheeler! Keep your hands to yourself.”

They smiled at each other. The tension that had been building for years wasn’t entirely erased. But it was thawing, little by little. Nancy’s little smile sent shockwaves through Robin. She figured that avoiding Nancy during the holidays would be a task that she dreaded. But after being invited here, after being in the warmth of her presence, it all came rushing back.

“Girls!” Karen Wheeler stuck her head out the back door. “You’re going to freeze out here!”

“Coming, mom!” Nancy called back, narrowing her eyes at Robin. “I’ll race you, Birdie.”

“Oh, prepare to eat your words, Wheeler.”

#robin buckley #nancy wheeler #Ronancetober #Ronancetober Day 8 #Ronance #Stranger things #Stranger things fanfiction

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lil-melody-moon · 4 months

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Year summary #1

Carouselambra playing in the background How the fuck do I even start this?

I had to begin from changes that took place in this year and from what I know and recall, a few took place. So maybe let's start from the one that made impact on my personal life and that is a better relationship with parents.

I was working on that since the last year, but it kicked off good in this year. Got more into old music, got into The Beatles and parents started to be such curious little shits that dad started coming to my room to check what albums I bought and I've convinced mom to watch The Beatles' movies with me - I don't remember her laughing this much since I've made her watch "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" with me. Dad even started asking me about stuff, it turns out that now I'm showing my mom old music, not the other way around like it always was. I keep a list of albums to play her when the summer comes around in the next year and there's actually quite a lot already XD

I'm so happy from getting on better terms with dad, it fills me with joy *sob sob*

I also started buying more albums, bought some pins even and since they opened a band accessory shop I've asked about posters. They don't sell them yet, but the guy asked what I'm looking for, I told him and he said that he can get them if they'll be selling posters. That can mean that maybe I'll get lucky to get a Led Zeppelin's or The Who's poster - I'm mostly keen on The Who's one <3

With this year passing I also feel that I want to go to work, but I need to be patient. This library degree is very tiring, it's not as easy and chill as the last one was. I literally wonder how I will pass upcoming exams, especially from one subject that only one person gets? This professor isn't explaining anything, like, she teaches something she doesn't understand, I mean... Why are you teaching then?

I also started learning chords on my guitar slowly, very slowly, but it's going somehow!

One thing that changed, with me working on myself was putting a serious blockade away. Not entirely, but I started clowning around with friends and it's one of the best things to do. I even clown around with mom and dad, mostly mom though. We get stupid sometimes and it's fun!

So that would sum up my personal life I think, from what I want to say. And now to this blog...

It changed again, because all heavy metal bands disappeared and this blog became classic rock oriented. That's because I stopped listening to this genre. You can say that I kinda grew bored of it? Or that I noticed I'm getting a headache from it, but like, there was this one day when I drove with my dad and the album by Led Zeppelin ended and Metallica began to play. I listened and I was honestly bored. It just hit me that there's nothing special in it. Lars is still a good drummer but like... I heard better ones and didn't find anything interesting in his playing this time. It repeated with every band I was listening to so I just dropped out of that, deciding to stick to older music. That was a good decision, honestly.

But the biggest change on here that happened is the fact that I got so many mutuals this year that I can't wrap my mind around. I won't tag anyone here, because I might skip on someone and I don't want that to happen, but I love you all. You're making this place a lot better and honestly? Classic rock fandom is like a big family and I'm happy to be somehow a part of it. Never had I thought I will find such supportive people on Internet and yet, there you are. I'm glad I've met you all <3

That would be all for this one then. Tomorrow's one tho... Fucking hell, this will be a ride...

#thank you for listening #I'm on a good path to better town #talking corner

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virgil-says-things · 1 year

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fuck it hey hi I'm back at this again KENDJFNF

'I'm not even thinking about your dick. In my dad's mouth. I'm not." Jimmy. please. watching him have a crisis is funny but he needs to leave Ian alone he's just tryna eat his toast 😭

"too busy to help your old man?" (Frank) "yes! forever." (Lip)

at least Carl no longer believes he has cancer

'can I kiss u?' (Ned) the IMMEDIATE no from Ian made me laugh 😭

Ian isn't actually going to rob Ned's house for him. right?

Carl's learning that gay people exist

'i hit something!' (Hank) yeah, the sewer line. no bones in sight yet (Frank, Carl and Hank (?) are trying to find aunt ginger's bones before the people that are going to be working on the sewer line do)

'i think Karen messed u up bad' (Kevin, talking to Lip) uh oh!

"dude's got daddy issues. no wonder u dig him." (Lip) "I can hear u!" (Jimmy)

it's 5am and I'm listening to Sheila admit she likes inflicting sexual pain to a dying nun who took a vow of silence is this scene over now.

Mandy and Ian leaving the room and turning the lights off when they go and Carl immediately saying 'I need to know where the gay wieners go.' 😭

OMG. MICKEY!!!! Mickey helping Ian with training yet starts shooting more when Ned is mentioned (I'm definitely reaching here but shush. I call jealousy.' ALSO. 'he isn't afraid to kiss me' (Ian). ouch!!! the SILENCE from Mickey after that.

"no, please just go home. Mandy. to ur own fucking house for once." (Lip) this makes me so sad!! because I can tell Mandy actually feels for smth for him. and it's just. agh!! the silence from all three of them (Kevin's there too) is so loud. Mandy's gone tho so. she was just trying to help!!

Debbie's sexualising herself to try to fit in. those girls are such assholes what the fuck.

"Just because Karen wiped her ass with you doesn't give you the right to shit on Mandy.' Ian has a point and I'm so glad someone's actually sticking up for her

Fiona dumping the news that Molly isn't actually a girl on him and then leaving Lip to deal with the aftermath of that 😭

Sheila found out the nun that she confessed everything to posted about it on the internet 😭

this argument. holy shit. Jimmy had some good points tho ngl

Lip leaving Karen a voicemail just telling her everyone's doing great and then going "Just in case you were wondering. You selfish, ignorant, heinous piece of dog shit. Thank you for leaving and never coming back. You - We all owe you a huge fucking favour. You rock." 😭

Jimmy's gone and they still haven't found aunt ginger

HE'S FUCKING ESTEFANIA????? or well. Este's fucking him. he doesn't seem like he's enjoying this at all??

personally, if I were Mandy, I'd make Lip at least say the words 'I'm sorry' before going down there but that's just me

AW NOOOO THEY'RE CUDDLING (SORT OF) WHILE WATCHING FIREWORKS BUT MANDY'S LOOKING AT LIP INSTEAD. THE SMILE ON HER FACE OH MY GOD. WHY CAN'T SOMEONE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!!! OHHHH MY GOD! MICKEY AND HIS BROTHERS? COUSINS? I CAN'T REMEMBER. R GOING TO ROB THE HOUSE WHILE IAN WAITS OUTSIDE. MICKEY RAN BACK AND KISSED IAN. WHAT THE FUCKKKK.

Ned's wife woke up while Mickey and one of the other two were trying to get the grandfather clock out of the house. and she came down the stairs with a gun. "You got shot Mickey!" (Ian) "Yes, I fucking know I got shot!" (Mickey) 😭 the amount of times the word 'fuck' was said in this scene 😭

I don't know who this woman is with the glasses and ponytail in the car but the warnings the other one gave her about the Gallagher's made laugh. 'say their names slowly and calmly' 😭

Debbie's drowning one of the girls that messed with her beforehand and I'm all for it tbh

THE WOMAN WITH THE GLASSES AND PONYTAIL IS BRITNEY STURGES FROM CPS OH NO. OH NO!!! MICKEY'S BULLET WOUND IS BEING TREATED, MOLLY IS IN A BIKINI (??) FIONA FOUND THE BONES. CPS IS HERE AT THE WORST TIME. UH OH!! DEBBIE CAME IN BRAGGING ABOUT WHAT SHE DID. OH FUCK.

Sheila dumped the nun somewhere else - outside a church I think? idk - the way she runs away made me laugh

#caps tw #emojis tw #gun mention tw #injury tw #injury mention tw #gun tw #shameless

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sailor-toni · 1 year

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Introducing The Amazing Half-Ghost Drag Queen: Cosmonaut Bethany!

You can also read this on A03, FF.NET, and Wattpad

After his identity is revealed in Phantom Planet, Danny wishes to go back to living a double life. While at college he finds it ion an unexpected way. Through the wonders of Drag shows.

Written for @ectoblastfromthepast for Phicc Phight

Original Prompt: Everyone knows Danny is Phantom. But they don't know about his *other* double life

In the mirror he practiced his routine with his lips, watching as the layers of make up easily moved on his face. If he showed up with cracking makeup the ladies would drag him for miles. Ivana would be the one at the helm, with her tacky ass platform shoes slamming him against the pavement. Danny placed the long flashy lashes on his lash line, fighting the urge to blink.

For years Danny lived a double life, by day he was a normal C average student, and by night he fought ghosts and monsters that traveled into their world. It was a thrilling life full of dangers and violence, and great friends. Although he was paying for it now. The first time he slipped a pale blue strapless gown on, he shuddered at the sight of his muscles poking out of it. He was a cross dressing man who looked like a crossdressing man. And with how he had to fold his dick and with how much that dress cost. He did not want to look like a crossdressing man. He could’ve asked Jazz for help… but she put so little makeup on, Danny didn’t think she knew how to help him. Sam was a second option but he didn’t want to look goth, or emo. Tucker only knew how to make fursuits, and Valerie hated his guts. A lot of people hated his guts when everything was revealed.

Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom! Who could have known! The town shouted. I knew! Wes shouted, and the town continued to cry, who could’ve known! They looked sooooooooo different! Hate and fame were given to him at a half-life as former friendly classmates turned on him.

“Did you not trust me?” They asked. “Why did you never tell me?”

“You know, I always knew you were more than meets the eye,” Dash was the first of the bullies to kiss his ass. The rest soon follow with their own bland lies and brown noses.

Danny begged God for things to change at college. And the monkey paw curled his finger as well; he may not have had history with these people. Everyone wanted to be BFFs with the Ghost Hero who saved the planet from a ghost rock.

Why couldn’t things go back? Danny thought. Back to when he was a nobody could change face and live a completely different life. Then he saw it. Tucker’s Mom had gotten his mom addicted to watching Rupaul's Drag Race. The makeup and hair hid their faces better than his powers could do and they looked like they were having fun.

“Hold still while I get this,” Paulina said, bending her body over his to apply the 35 fake stick-on diamonds to his face.

Yeah, Danny only knew of one person who was an expert at makeup and dresses. Paulina acted like a child at the candy store when Danny sunk into her dorm room with a duffle bag of supplies. She had a sketchbook of looks, ideas, and makeup looks she printed off the internet. Sometimes Danny felt like her personal full size barbie doll. One time she made him a candy land inspired look, complete with a six-foot-tall lollipop wand for him to pole dance around. That was not to say he didn’t have a say in what he could wear. For Paulina’s 21st birthday, he, or should he say, Bethany showed up in full Paulina Sanchez drag. Complete with oversize balloons stuffed into his chest.

No one knew who Bethany actually was. They assumed she was a college friend of Paulia’s. Someone who was a stranger to her old highschool friends. Dash never realized that it was actually Danny under the wig and makeup, not even when he drunkenly began fondling the balloon breasts.

Danny never told his friends or family about the drag either. His parents and friends would accept him of course. But it wouldn’t be a true double life if everyone knew. Just like his performance the double life, the secrets, the moments where if they had come in at the wrong moment. He would have been caught. The thrill of it all gave him a burst of joy. A reminder of what life used to be.

Paulina pushed herself off him and grabbed the mirror. “How do you look?” she asked.

Danny wore an orange 50’s inspired space dress that jumped straight out of an old movie. His star studded wig was contained in a plastic helmet, with a hole cut out for his orange and navy makeup. Finally he stood on high go-go platform boots.

“I like it,” Danny said, giving it a twirl.

“Perfect! Now remember, if you win the prize, I want to try on the crown!” Paulina said.

“Of course. But no instagram pics with it.”

“I got it! Now do your ghost thing and let me know what happens.”

“I will, thank you by the way.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Danny phased out of her room, his go-go boots slid on the air, invisible to the city under him. Nerves inginiting in his stomach, threatening to burst till he was on the stage of the night club, dancing to girls just wanna have fun. The crowd cheered at his flips, kicks, and his ‘magic’ tricks. The cards hidden within the fabric of his dress phased through the fabric and into his hands. His muscles allowed him to handstand on stage and twerk in the air. His final act of a triple flip ending in a split sent the crowd into a firestorm. The dollar bills rained down on him.

This morning he was Danny Fenton the hero of the world, but right now he was Cosmonaut Bethany, participating before a crowd. Bethany didn’t win the crown for the next upcoming Miss Amity Park, but Danny had a great time with the other queens afterwards.

#Phic Phight #phic phight 2023 #Danny Phantom #drag show #fun #humor #writing #write #paulina #no ship

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babylulururu · 2 years

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I read through the anniversary card and the Flower MR. Thoughts will be below the cut due to spoilers.

alright now that i've scared those off who don't want to listen to me ramble about him, let's dive into it.

so, story one. artem's once again using the internet for love advice. this poor man can't catch a break. he asks his poor mom for help. we learn about the cute little tree that artem planted as a kid, as well as baby artem voice lines. honestly it's really sweet seeing artem interact with his mom, especially given the fact that it's always brought up that neither of his parents were really around when he was a kid. it's nice to see his relationship with his mom.

wonder if the man's got daddy issues? he's rarely brought up and there's no official sprite of him yet, so maybe?

joking aside, it was really sweet.

story two. artem drives out to see the tree he planted. tree is blossoming, only artem's poor love luck follows him around and dictates he cannot get beans from this tree. thankfully, the sweet old man has some beans from the year that artem and rosa met. we learn that rosa's handling a really big case on her own, good for her! i feel we don't see a lot of what's going with rosa's career simply because this is a dating game. dating first, attorney things second. main story is where most attorney things go on and honestly half the time i forget what's going on there.

anyways, artem's really proud of rosa for being able to do something like this by herself! it's really sweet how supportive he is of her. i like how rosa sends artem cute stickers in text. it shows how comfortable she is around him now compared to earlier in the story.

overall, really sweet story.

story three. oh boy, story three. the amusement park.

so up until this point, we've been seeing everything from artem's point of view. we know exactly how nervous he is for this confession. we know what he's done to prepare for it. yet at this point, rosa hasn't shown up in person once, so we have no idea what's going through her mind.

until we find out she saved her client's reputation but didn't get the compensation she wanted and she's crushed over this. she feels like a failure and doesn't feel worthy to be liked by artem. i think at one point she even states that it should be artem that should be thinking over his feelings for her, and not herself. i think this shows that rosa is self-conscious about herself. she doesn't feel worthy. as someone with fluctuating self-esteem i can easily relate to how she feels in this situation. you try so hard, yet you still fail.

and what's worse is that after artem gets her ice cream (which somehow doesn't miraculously fall on the sidewalk), she keeps getting lost in the plant maze game and is feeling even worse. however, artem sticks with her and says that he probably wouldn't have finished the game without her. i think it's really sweet that he's willing to be there for her even during a silly amusement park game. it shows his devotion for always wanting to be by her side, no matter what. while they don't win anything too special, the two of them are happy that they made it out together.

they also get two matching keychains and i will forever headcanon as them both getting HOMU keychains, you cannot and will not stop me.

and so that leads us to artem taking rosa to a relatively secluded area of the park by a fountain with very little people around. i can't remember if rosa comments on the fountain show or if it's the narrator that does, but there's a fountain show with nobody watching. except these two rocks.

artem says he's got something to say. instead of just cutting to the chase and saying i love you, he instead says that rosa shouldn't be focusing on growing up. i think at this moment, he needed to say that first, because she's basically always comparing herself to him and that she will never catch up with him. but artem's telling her that no, she doesn't need to. she can take her time and just be herself. he goes on to tell her about how she's changed his perspective on how he handles some cases, the big two examples being from personal stories one and two. i think cloudbreak temple gets mentioned in there at some point but the actual confession is kinda foggy to me cause i almost felt like crying while reading it.

so, how does rosa respond? does she say something like how she isn't worthy? does she accept it and profess her love to him right then and there?

nah, she says nothing and just basically pulls him into a kiss. i am actually surprised about how in detail the game gets about this kiss. the game actually goes on to say that artem's bold when he does this.

and then some people look at these two basically making out in front of a fountain and suddenly rosa gets really embarrassed about it. i mean understandable, back when i was dating someone i rarely did kiss them in public. i too would feel embarrassed.

but mister wing over here is like don't worry about them, focus on me. and then they kiss again. the audacity of these two. these two have been rocks for over a year, not understanding the other's feelings, and then they have the idea to casually make out in front of a fountain. what the fuck.

guess i need to pick up the revisiting youth card whenever it runs on global because i need to know more of post-anniversary artem and rosa holy moley. marius don't come home for me okay?

then at the end, artem gives her his gift. it's a really beautiful necklace. i am not one for jewelry, but i would totally wear that thing everywhere i go if i had one of those like that. he also tells her not to eat the beans, which is understandable; the beans are toxic do not eat them rosa. though i think she's smart enough not to do that. at the end, i can't remember which one of them mentioned it, but they talk about being lovesick, and that if love is a sickness, they would rather be sick together with each other.

and that's that. i really enjoyed the card! it's really sweet; too bad artem's top up is set before their relationship begins. vyn and marius get to have theirs after, lucky butts.

oh and the mr card!

i think the eyelash thing is really sweet. thanks mister wing for helping out! eyelashes getting in your eye is so annoying.

the second one. can we talk about it? this man literally drags rosa out of bed. he calls her a child. it's so funny.

then he gives her a kiss and convinces her to get out of bed. it's so adorable. this man is over the moon for rosa.

so that is my thoughts on everything! i covered personal story four in another post, if you want to read that one, here's the link for it.

i can never get enough of these two. i am extremely curious where they're gonna take their relationship from here.

now time to sit through the pain of raising the other guys' affection levels to twenty-five so i can read their personal story fours and then read their anniversary cards because i got all four of them and now i am making myself suffer!

#tears of themis #tears of themis spoilers #tot spoilers #spoilers #artem wing #rosa #tears of themis artem #tears of themis rosa #i cannot stop talking about them #they're too precious for this world #now i dont have to tell them to just kiss already because they already have!

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prismatic-bell · 3 years

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So the other day I said a thing about how I felt like a line could be drawn between antis, and the rise of 24-hour news networks. I’ve given that thought some time to bubble to see what, exactly, my brain meant by that statement, and here’s what I’ve got:

When I was a kid (back in Ye Olde 1990s), we had three major news stations in my town: Channel 12, Channel 24, and Channel 35. These corresponded to NBC, ABC, and CBS, but I don’t remember which one was which so don’t ask me. Anyway--you had a half hour of news at 8 or 9 am (depending on which station you watched), an hourlong program at noon in which half the program was stuff like “here are today’s beach closures and some recipes and also if you’re looking for stuff to do with the kids this weekend here are local promotions,” and half an hour at either 5, 5:30, or 6 (again, depending on which channel you watched). One of the three stations also did a half-hour capper at 10pm. So unless you were watching all three stations, and picking the news every single time, the max amount of news you were going to get was like an hour and a half. If you wanted more news than that, you read the newspaper. When my mom was a kid (back in Ye Olde 1960s), this would have seemed like an inordinate amount of news--for her, it was half an hour at 6pm and ten minutes at 10pm and then the station (there was only one station that did the news) played the National Anthem and went off the air until 6am, at which time you might get like . . . the weather and a traffic report.

For anything else, you read the newspaper.

Now with only half an hour to present a whole lot of news, what are you going to do? You are going to stick to the facts. You don’t have a choice. You have a very short time to fit a whole lot of information. “Notre Dame cathedral caught on fire today. French firefighters are working to get the flames under control, and authorities in charge of the cathedral are doing their best to remove relics, paintings, and other holy objects while it’s still possible. French President Mr. Somebody addressed the nation and stated every attempt to save the building, and to rebuild the damage, will be made. In local news . . . “ And that’s it! If you want more information, you’ve got to wait for the newspaper in the morning, and you’re going to have to get a copy of the New York Times or USA Today, because the local paper will only have a blurb, and that blurb will mostly cover what you just heard!

But then the news changed.

By the time I was a teenager, the non-cable news looked like this: All three channels had a morning show that started at 5 or 6 am (depending on your station) and ran until 8 or 9 (depending on your station). The station that ended at 8am then had a half-hour morning news show. The mid-day news at 11 or 12 was still an hour. Channel 35 did a half-hour news segment at 5 and another at 5:30, back to back. The other two stations simply did an hourlong segment. And then one station did half an hour at 10:30, and the other two did hourlong segments at 10pm.

What do you do with that much time? Well, you expand. Yes, you can fit more news, but you can also fit more about the news. “Notre Dame cathedral in Paris went up in flames today. The fire began in the famous historic bell tower, and spread to the roof. At this time, portions of the roof appear to have caved in, and there are concerns about the integrity of the medieval stonework in the cathedral walls. French firefighters have been working since 8am Paris time to get the flames under control, and authorities in charge of the cathedral are doing their best to remove relics, paintings, and other holy objects while it’s still possible. Some firefighters are also helping with this project, as portions of the building have become too unsafe to enter. French President Mr. Somebody addressed the nation late this evening and stated every attempt to save the building, and to rebuild the damage, will be made. Of the cathedral itself, Somebody said, ‘Our Lady has weathered worse troubles than this. Paris as a city, and France as a nation, will overcome.’ In local news . . . ”

Still facts, but a few more facts. At this point the internet as a public thing is just past its infancy, and in theory you could go look up some stuff on, like, AOL, maybe, about what was happening.

(Nina, you were talking about antis . . . ?)

(Yes, I was. Bear with me.)

But at this point you also saw the rise of Fox News and CNN.

Now up to this point, I could trust the news. That is important to know. “Nina, American news is full of propaganda--” Listen, you’re not wrong, but the point is, if Scott Brennan told me Notre Dame cathedral was on fire and priests were trying to remove the holy relics, I could safely assume Notre Dame cathedral was on fire and priests were trying to remove the holy relics. If Channel 24 told me “the blizzard of the century” had occurred the night before, I could look out the window of my snowed-in house and go “yeah, that seems legit.”

I grew up, in other words, in a world in which facts were facts. We didn’t waffle or wring our hands over whether or not Notre Dame was on fire. And this allowed me to take a similar approach to fiction: it is a fact that murder is wrong, and knowing this, I can read a book in which someone commits murder for very good reasons, but still know they did something wrong.

But now you have 24 hours of news to fill.

No matter how you pad it, no matter how many voice clips you play or retrospectives you do, you cannot find enough news in the world to fill 24 hours, seven days a week, 365 days a year. You just can’t.

So they started adding “opinion pieces.”

Notre Dame is on fire--is it worth saving? Notre Dame is on fire--but is it as big a catastrophe as it’s made out to be? Notre Dame is on fire--but France has been steadily calling themselves a secular nation, so is this the punishment of G-d? Notre Dame is on fire--

--wait, what was that?

Yep. You saw it, I saw it, we all saw it. But as the “opinion pieces” slowly took over the regular news and stopped being called “opinion pieces” and started being called “programs,” it became less and less clear what was and wasn’t fact.

Now obviously Notre Dame is on fire. But now we have to ask ourselves: is it worth it to save it or not? Is the financial cost outweighed by the history? Will those answers change depending on how bad the damage becomes? And you, lonely elderly person in your chair whose predominant socialization these days is at church, how does this make you feel about French people? These are questions that once would have been asked of the church caretakers and the French government. Now every single person is being asked to think about them, without being provided all of the context that is available to the church caretakers and the French government. And along the way, you get these nice, nasty little bits of prejudice and slanted thinking and bias sneaked in.

I told you I’d come back to antis. And here we are.

The vast majority of antis are very young. They grew up in a world where those “programs” were the norm. They were not provided with a cultural basis of “these are the facts.” They were provided a basis of “here is what I think about the facts.” They were provided a basis of, as Mr. Banks said in Mary Poppins, “kindly do not cloud the matter with facts.”

There are no facts! Who fucking cares! An anti who’s 15 years old today was eleven years old when we were introduced to “alternative facts”! Is it wrong for a 27-year-old man to pursue a relationship with a 13-year-old girl? Depends on which news channel, and which presenter, you ask!

They literally grew up in a world in which critical thinking was discouraged. Once upon a time, you would have seen on TV that Notre Dame was on fire, and at dinner--or whatever your family did for together time--you might say things like “going to be expensive to fix that, I wonder what they’ll do,” but you wouldn’t have been hit with six presenters telling you exactly why Notre Dame should/shouldn’t be rebuilt. And don’t forget--even if you, personally, do not watch the news (or read it on the internet, which is just as bad, because everybody’s after those elusive advertising clicks, everybody needs the “scoop” two seconds before it happens), you know people who do. You hear their opinions and their hot takes and their retellings all around you. And those opinions and hot takes and retellings will be colored by which “program” that person saw first.

Watch the first thirty seconds of this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dn2RjahTi3M

Walter Cronkite, a legendary news anchor, giving his opinion on Vietnam. You will notice that he states, very clearly: “it seems very clear to this reporter.” This is Cronkite’s opinion, nothing more, and he makes it clear that he is speaking only for himself.

Now skip to approximately 1:05, and watch him report the Kennedy assassination. You can see he’s emotional, but also keeping it under wraps as best he can because he has An Important Job To Do, and that job is twofold: to deliver the news accurately and concisely, and to keep the American public calm (you can see this when he hurriedly says Johnson is probably taking the oath to become President; a missing VP would be a crisis at this moment). This is a man who’s just found out the most beloved president in modern times is dead. And not just dead--murdered. It’s not like Kennedy had a heart attack, his damn head was blown off. This news is still coming in so quickly that you can see him glancing off the screen to get fresh reports. He’s one of the first to receive this absolute blow--and he’s still holding it together, barely wavering. (When I was a kid, this role would go to Dan Rather. He was no Cronkite, but he tried.)

Where is that kind of rock for today’s teens? Imagine--heaven forbid, in the state our country’s in right now--that tomorrow we get the news Biden was shot.

How would we get that message?

Would it be delivered by an even-keeled, just-the-facts reporter like Cronkite? Or would we get it from a bunch of half-hysterical articles and crisismongering “programs”? And would it be delivered to us straight, like Cronkite did, or would it be buried in three days’ worth of opinions on his “legacy” and policies and What This Means For America?

Now: how are you supposed to build any kind of strong convictions and moral compass on a world like that? Where anything can be true if enough people have an “opinion” on it? Where the facts get immediately buried in a wave of bullshit?

Antis are reacting to a world of “opinions” and “programs” being thrown at them 24/7 by trying to create a world they can control, where there are in fact things that are true, in a world that has actively refused them the opportunity to learn how to parse and process facts. And so what they’ve come up with is this grossly distorted version of facts, because gross distortions of facts are all they know. It’s all they’ve ever seen. They’re perpetuating a system they don’t even realize they’re part of, because they never experienced life before it existed.

They’re not lying when they say they were heavily influenced by fiction because the bounds between fact and fiction have been actively erased. On purpose. And it’s difficult to grok that, if you grew up in a world where you didn’t have to go seek out photographic evidence to be absolutely certain that Notre Dame was, indeed, on fire.

So what we need to be doing, first and foremost, is rebuilding that wall of facts, that line of truth. Otherwise, what we’re going to see is more of this, but getting worse daily.

We set them up for this, and now we’re paying the price for it.

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what would the music cookies think of humans? (im think like, the ones with interments like rockstar and dj and parfait)

In general, they'd get along well with humans!! Their music style tends to be very modern, at least for the ones you listed, so I think they'd really appreciate the variety of our music, and they'd come to realize that humans enjoy their music!

Clover Cookie wouldn't really vibe with our music though.

More under.

Rockstar Cookie - Maybe at first he'd think humans are lacking in rock, but if Rockstar Cookie manages to find a human who loves old-school rock the way it deserves to be loved, that human will help him discover the amazing history of human Rock. His mind will be blown! he might even learn about types of rock he didn't even know existed! Tbh I wanna show him Steve Vai. He must see Steve Vai. Also, to Rockstar Cookie, the idea of performing on a human stage could become a fantasy; you couldn't possibly feel more spectacular! Performing on a stage the size of a kingdom, with the attention of an army of giants, and pyrotechnics like volcanos!! Fun fact, Rockstar was my first favorite Cookie.

DJ Cookie - This is the age of EDM! He can find all kinds of tastes and flavors of electronic music. Just like Rockstar Cookie, he feels like it would be really cool of he could perform for humans one of those days... But maybe more in a club where the acoustics are 👌 and you can feel the bass in your bones. With human stereos, he will definitely make the ground shake.

Parfait Cookie - She'd feel intimidated by all the music we got. Honestly that girl seems pretty insecure, and apparently she desperately tries to stick out of the crowd among cookies? When she sees the amount of content creators competing on the internet, she might get nervous. Of course that's dumb because a singing cookie would REALLY stick out. She'd be an instant hit. But do you really want her to? Realistically, if she joined human internet, she'd probably get bullied relentlessly. All I'm saying is if Cookies make her nervous, she's not ready for humans.

Clover Cookie - Ehhh I don't think he'd like human music, unless it's a particularly calm song. I don't think this guy is ready for music with a bit of edge. BUT finding out that a human likes his songs would make him insanely flattered! Humans seem to have music tastes so far beyond what he's used to... and yet a human asked him to play a song again?? Oh! That human made his day! What a beautiful experience it is to share the stories of Cookies with someone from another world!

Mint Choco Cookie - He can definitely appreciate the variety of music humans have. He'd love to witness a human orchestra, not even necessarily play in it! He's just pleasantly curious of what it must be like. Much like Clover Cookie, he'll feel very flattered if a human were to request a song out of him, and we will gladly provide! There's definitely something special about playing for a human, although it might make him a tiny bit nervous at first.

#Cookie run #cookie run g/t #rockstar cookie #dj cookie #parfait cookie #clover cookie #mint choco cookie #sorry about parfait cookie

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vad-hander · 3 years

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JAEBEOM, THE GUY FROM THE BAR

Pairing: Jaebeom x reader

Genre: Series | Eventual Smut | Angst | Fluff

Warnings: break up, cheating, strangers to lovers, mentions of drinking

Words: 3.8k

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Your head felt dizzy and you wouldn’t lie if you’d say that everything caved in and pulled out from under you.

The first sip you took was when your foot exited the store, unscrewing the lid of the wine you bought, immediately. It burned your throat, but the whole in your chest burned ten times stronger and you chose to deal with your inner pain first. Your feet walked you through the streets of Seoul, trying to focus your brain on something other than the void inside of you but failed miserably. The first bottle didn’t do its job yet and when you pressed it against your lips for another sip you noticed how it was already empty. The nearest bin became it’s grave and the nearest store became your saviour, allowing you to buy another drink. This time your eyes fell onto the beer, and you bought three bottles, opening them in the park nearby, you sat down on the grass, fishing out the cake you had baked a day before from the bag on your shoulder. Not bothering with the way you’d it eat you just bit into it, getting cake all over your face. You chuckled to yourself, wiping sweet goodness from your skin.

You turned on music in your headphones, playing every upbeat song there was, nodding your head and moving your foot to the beat, right until you felt warm trails of tears on your cheeks. You laid your head on the grass, hiding your face in your palms, not holding back anymore from crying.

You weren’t able to believe it, you couldn’t believe he did this to you. You never thought he’d cheat, you never thought you’d find out about it in such a bad way. You never expected this from Jeno, but then again, who ever expects their partner to cheat?

Your mind went again over everything you’ve been through in the past 8 months, your mind went through your friendship of 3 years, 3 years of you being head over heels for Jeno until one day you became more.

Suddenly you remembered how Jaebeom told you to break up with him making you hate everything about the situation even more. If you listened, you would’ve not went through what you just went through, but why would you listen to a stranger anyway? You hated the fact he was right, but one single memory of him made you want to see him.

You fished out your phone to search on the internet open hours of the bar. The website said 5 PM, making you shift your eyes up to the clock of your phone. It was already three, and since your plans for the day and maybe even life were ruined, you had no better things to do than just come there and wait for him. Wait for Jaebeom for no reason. Just because he was the only person that didn’t know Jeno, just because he was the only person you wanted to see.

The route in your phone promised you that you’d be there right before opening if you’ll walk, so without hesitation you sat up, collecting yourself and walking in the direction of the bar.

You tried to do everything for emptiness in your hands to bother you more, than the new feeling of having your heart ripped from your chest, and halfway to the bar you went to one more alcohol store, getting this time a proper drink - rum. You didn’t know where this rum addiction suddenly came from, but now you guessed it should be your signature drink when it came to meeting Jaebeom.

The familiar by now burn of the drink gave your brain one more reason to think about Jaebeom. You have almost forgot that you spilled your drink over him, almost forgot the way he said your name. Memories of him almost made a small shard of your heart go back in place, almost, because the image of Jeno with HER, made all of your insides clench in pain.

Jeno. Jeno. Jeno. Jeno. Your brain went in overdrive, repeating his name like a mantra. Your fingers ached to dial his number but your brain knew you had nothing to tell him. Your love have died just like that, it didn’t go somewhere overnight, you didn’t wake up and understand that you didn’t love him anymore. He killed it with his actions, Jeno killed everything there was with his actions, and now you were killing memories of him in your head, finding the neck of the bottle with your lips.

From the side you must’ve looked like a psychopath, crying, laughing, talking to your own self, walking in a quicker and slower pace. Doing everything that came to your mind. Now you were free in every meaning possible, why’d you bother about anything?

You got there quicker than your phone have promised, seeing the door of the bar being closed. Not finding a better option than just sitting on the bench not far from the entrance, you placed the bottle next to you, only realising how tired you got from walking when your butt rested against wooden material of your seat. You looked around, noticing how the area of the bar was actually pretty quiet. Your eyes ran over the streets that were surrounding the building, wondering in your mind if one of those roads led to Jaebeom’s house.

Alcohol from the rum hit you like a rock, crawling from behind your brain with tiredness. You closed your eyes for a slight second, only to feel someone touch your shoulder the next moment.

“Are you alive?” a man asked you carefully. Your eyes blew open in fear, noticing how it was much darker outside. Your eyes focused on the man in front of you.

“Jaebeom.” you said quietly, sighing.

“Celebrating your boyfriends birthday to the max?” he joked, grabbing the bottle from next to you. You tried to smile back, biting your upper lip and lifting your eyes up to the sky to prevent from crying.

“No, I’m alone here.” your voice trembled and it was the last bit before you broke down. Hot tears streamed down your face, making you feel embarrassed. You barely could see Jaebeom’s face but he went quiet and you guessed he didn’t want to deal with that, expected.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, calm down.” his hands touched your cheeks and your insides turned upside down. “We’ll work everything out, you can tell me.” His thumbs drew soothing little circles under your eyes making you want to put it all in you to stop crying. You blinked multiple times finally being able to see his face properly for the first time this evening, seeing him squatting in front of you. He probably noticed you focus your vision on him, gifting you a kind smile. “Hi.”

“Hi.” you cleared your throat in a couple of seconds, finally replying. You thought he’ll let go of your face by now, but he kept his fingers glued to your cheeks, keeping his eyes glued to yours. You felt your breathing get heavier, but you attributed it to your recent crying.

“How come you’re so beautiful even when you’re crying?” he chuckled more to himself, beating air from your lungs completely.

Your hands slowly found Jaebeom’s on your cheeks, covering his hands with yours. You wanted to make him let go of you, but when you got the taste of what his hands felt like with your own, you changed your mind immediately.

People passed by, drunk and sober, some were just going in and some were already leaving. You didn’t know how long your nap took, you didn’t know how come you got so lucky to be woken up by Jaebeom and not some weird creep.

You stared at each other, both of you being scared to break the moment.

“Ya, Jaebeom, where did you get lost?” the voice of a guy made you jump in Jaebeom’s hands, turning your head in unison with Jaebeom to face the guy.

“Get lost, I’ll come later.” one of his hands left you, showing the guy to leave.

You let go of Jaebeom’s hand when he turned back to you, and he let go of your cheek too, sitting on the bench right next to you.

“Why did you sleep on the bench?” he asked not looking at you.

“Buy me a drink.”

“What?”

“You wanted to buy me a drink twice, now I agree.” you looked at him.

“I won’t.” he turned to face you.

“Why is that?”

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m not.”

“Is that all you had? Half of the rum?”

“No…” You said shamefully.

“What else?”

“Wine, beer and then this.” you listed quickly expecting any reaction from him, but he just watched you.

“Let’s go.” he quickly stood up after some time of silence.

“Where to?”

“Cafe next block. You need food and coffee, and when you’ll tell me everything I’ll see if you’re allowed to drink any more. Come on.” he signalled for you to go with his head and you stood up too, grabbing the bottle to take with you. “Give me that.”

“Why?”

“I’ll carry it for you. Don’t worry, I won’t throw it away, I see that you have a special relationship with rum. I won’t fight it.” he shot you a smile, pulling the bottle from your hands.

***

“Eat up.” Jaebeom moved the plate closer to you when the waitress that eyed him wildly finally left your sight.

“Thank you.” you sighed, picking the fork and a knife, cutting up the pancakes in the plate. Jaebeom took the coffee pot, pouring hot beverage into your cup and placing the pot back on the table. “Hey, have coffee too.” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“You eat, you need to sober up.”

“I never offered the food, don’t even dream of that.” you played with your eyebrows and Jaebeom chuckled at you, smiling at you sweetly for a few more seconds after you lowered your eyes to the plate.

You cut through the pancakes, sticking a few pieces on the fork. Lifting your eyes up you noticed that he poured coffee for himself too. You waited patiently for him to lift his eyes up at you.

“Open your mouth.” you commanded the next second he looked at you. A smirk lit up his face and a sudden regret rushed over your body. Maybe that was a bit overboard, maybe that’s the rum inside of you speaking. Whatever it was, it was way too late now to back off. Jaebeom nibbled on his lower lip with a smile, opening his mouth slightly and extending his neck towards you. Your hand moved up and froze in the air when your eyes focused on his mouth. Redness flashed over your face at the thoughts that ran in your head. How soft would his mouth feel on yours?

His hand quickly grabbed yours, moving it towards his face, forcing the fork into his mouth and biting the pancakes off it. He let go of your hand, letting it fall back onto the table.

“So tell me, what happened?” he asked you after he finished chewing. His elbows laid on the table, making you feel as if you were under interrogation.

“Don’t be a party pooper, I just began feeling better.” you whined, making Jaebeom laugh again. What’s up with him laughing at everything you say? We’re you that funny…? You never noticed before.

“I didn’t know you considered this a party.” he sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You nodded quickly, forcing your attention into the plate, knowing if you’d keep your eyes on him a second longer you’d cry.

You stared into the plate through the whole time you ate, finishing the coffee in your cup, feeling how he stared at you quietly while you were consuming everything that was on the table.

“Jeno, my boyfriend, the guy you told me to dump, I guess he dumped me.” you leaned more into the seat, seeing Jaebeom’s face for the first time in a while. He kept quiet, allowing you to continue but you didn’t do it.

“On his birthday?”

“Yeah.”

“Right after you came with miyeok guk?”

“Yeah… well, I think technically before that.” you chuckled hysterically. “I came to his place, punched in the code and got to his bedroom only to find a topless girl on top of him. They were…” you coughed awkwardly.

“Fucking?” he asked carelessly.

“Yeah… that. So… I guess he only called me last night to find out if I’ll come early when she was already there, to see if he should make her leave or what. I shouldn’t have lied, if I didn’t I would’ve lived my happy clueless life. Want to know the funny part?”

“There is one?” Jaebeom seemed surprised.

“You were right about the girl, you probably did see her somewhere because she was the one with him. I doubt she is the friends sister now.” you sighed and moved in your seat worriedly. You felt better but at the same you felt wrong sharing this with him. “The ridiculous part is that you really did read through my entire life in a second. That’s really annoying.” you looked him in the eyes, chuckling. “And concerning as well, should I be listening to you from now on in everything I do?” you tried to joke with him once again and he gifted you another smile.

“I won’t protest, but I won’t force you either.” he looked you deep in the eyes. He did that way too often as if he tried to speak to you through staring.

“Would you like anything else?” waitress broke off the silence, ruining one of your moments.

“No, thanks.” Jaebeom gave the girl the same smile he always gave you, and a weird pinch of jealousy hit your chest. “Give us the bill, please.” his voice was soft and the girl smiled even brighter than before.

“Just a moment.” she bowed and left.

“So you’re friendly like that to everyone.” you noted to yourself but did it aloud for some reason.

“I’m friendly to everyone but for you I’m all that and even more.” he leaned in and extended his hand to you, laying it with his palm up for you to lay yours on top.

“Why?” he stretched his fingers signalling to you that he’s waiting.

“There should be a reason?”

“There’s a reason for everything.” you replied, fighting an inner battle if its appropriate now to touch his hand.

“Okay, then my reason is that I’m naturally attracted to you. Didn’t I tell you already multiple times that I liked you?” he sounded so casual as if he spoke about weather. Your hands felt cold due to fear you were experiencing. Was he meaning he liked you as a person? As a company? Or did he mean something else…? Something more? The idea of asking him to clarify these questions gave you a whiplash. His whole presence gave you constant whiplash with everything he said, did and even with the way he looked at you. You knew for sure you weren’t about to forget Jeno in a second and you were afraid to tell that to Jaebeom in case he didn’t mean it in that way at all. Jeno broke your heart and you knew that you needed more time to over-live it than 8 hours. At the same time you were afraid Jaebeom would laugh at your silly assumption of him wanting you by his side in a different way.

Giving him your hand to hold wouldn’t hurt anything though, right? You thought to yourself it wouldn’t and laid your palm on top of his.

“I thought you said I’m okay and we could be friends, now you doubted to lay your hand on top of mine for 10 minutes, I’m offended.” His fingers wrapped around your hand moving it closer to his side of the table. His other hand laid on top of yours and you shivered unconsciously hoping he didn’t notice. “ you’re funny, cute and smart, that’s his loss, you shouldn’t be crying about someone who didn’t only disrespect you, he just showed what type of person he is. He’s a trash bag if he cheated, don’t waste your nerves on that. It’s better you found out more or less quickly. If you need someone to rely on I can be by your side. You can call me anytime.” Jaebeom lifted your hands off the table, finding your eyes with his, biting his lower lip. Lifting your hands higher, he lowered his head, planting a small kiss on the back of your hand. You couldn’t help but smile shyly at his gesture. “Give me your phone, by the way.”

“Oh?” you asked surprised but didn’t want to protest or question him any further, moving your hand from his and getting your phone out on the table. You unblocked it getting startled by the photo on the home screen. The photo of you being on Jeno’s back, kissing his cheek sweetly, while he bended and smiled into the camera happily. You wanted to change it quickly for Jaebeom to not see but your hands just froze. The void in your chest suddenly enlarged to the previous size.

Jaebeom grabbed the phone from your hands before you could even realise it and began doing something you couldn’t see. It took him longer than you expected and you bit your tongue to not ask questions.

You watched him focusing his vision onto the screen of your phone, probably typing his phone number into your contacts while you were just appreciating his handsome features.

“Would you like to pay by card or cash?” the waitress appeared scaring you once again.

“Card.” you said in unison. Jaebeom gave you a look, laying your phone by his side.

“I ate, I’ll pay.” you expanded your hand to grab the phone and pay with it but he caught your hand with his, making you blush because you could definitely feel the waitresses eyes on your hands.

“No.” he nodded strictly and the piercing gaze that he gave you killed your will to fight with him over that.

“Thanks for food… and for words you said…” you told him when the both of you exited the cafe. “You really are a good friend I guess.” you lifted your eyes to see his face.

“You want to go home?” he sounded disappointed. “Sounds like you’re saying goodbye.”

“No, I’m just saying thank you.” you smiled. “Or were you hoping to not spend any more money on me? Didn’t you promise me a drink?” you whined jokingly.

“I thought you’re trying to run away from me.”

“No.” You shook your head.

“Good, i wouldn’t let you anyway.” he stepped closer invading your private space. “I’ll buy you as many drinks as you’d want me to…” he raised his arm and you stopped breathing to see what he’ll do next and he moved his palm closer to your cheek, making it burn with the electricity that was forming in the space between you two, but dropped his hand back down the next second. “Just stay by my side… for tonight, at least.” his hand found your wrist, pulling you to go after him towards the entrance of the bar. 15 minutes later the both of you were sitting at the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice you called him.

“Rum and coke?” Jaebeom asked with a laugh.

“I’ll have what you’ll have.”

“Okay.” he nodded seriously, lifting his arm again. “Two shots of vodka.” he gestured number two with his fingers.

“Just a second.” your eyes ran from Jaebeom to bartender quickly, trying to see if he was about to tell you it was a joke, but he didn’t. Even when the shot glasses hit the bar he watched bartenders moves quietly, only looking up at you when the order was done.

“I didn’t know that’s what you meant when you said you want to buy me a drink.” you laughed awkwardly.

“That’s just because you said you want what I want.” he pushed the glass towards you more.

Your eyes ran between Jaebeom and vodka.

“Okay, on the count of 3.” you grabbed the glass.

“No, no, both of these are for you.”

“What?”

“Drink.” he gestured.

“Jaebeom.” you sighed disapprovingly.

“You’ll feel better when you’ll stop thinking about everything.”

“I’ll pass out, if it seemed to you that I’m a great drinker, you’re wrong. I’m not drinking often and I’m not really taking it well.”

“You can chill out, I won’t let anything happen to you even if you’ll pass out.” his hand reached your cheek, caressing it a few times.

“Give me a single reason why I should trust my life to a stranger?” you asked curiously.

“To see that I’m not just a stranger to you anymore.” his hand stopped moving and his eyes glued to you in anticipation. Your hand slowly found the glass without looking away from Jaebeom, raising it to your lips, you exhaled, quickly downing the shot. Now that you were completely sober the drink burned like hell and there was nothing to wash down vodka, so you just grabbed the other glass too, downing it in a span of a second. You felt Jaebeom’s hand move from your cheek to your neck, while you were wrinkling your face in disgust, suddenly pulling you by it from where you sat into his embrace. You fell, resting your body against his as if you were a small child, feeling his hand let go of your neck and rest against your back. Your face hid in the crook of his neck and you couldn’t not point out to yourself how bloody good he smelled. Everything about him was always too good to be true. He seemed perfect to the extent it felt concerning but you guessed it was a bit too late to back off now.

When you finally were able to open your eyes again you still felt his hands on your waist, moving yours to rest against his shoulders to push back a little. He didn’t let go of you, leaving his fingers to burn the skin of your sides even through the clothes.

“I didn’t think you’d actually drink both.” he chuckled “you fine?” you nodded yes and he allowed you to sit back.

“I want more.” you turned to face him when you sat.

“More of what?”

“Whatever you’ll buy me.” you smiled at him feeling a bit drunk. Jaebeom nodded at you, biting on his lower lip.

One more round of pure alcohol, and that’s the last thing you remember of the evening.

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firsts with Choso

Imma do this as a non-curse au and also force everyone to see my vision of Instagram star Choso lol, gender neutral lads~

Content warning: there is drinking

First meeting

Choso was a celebrity. Did he ever call himself one? No. But in the eyes of the internet, he was properly famous, amassing an easy two million followers and counting through his short time on Instagram

Posting mainly fashion content, it was no surprise that he had hundreds upon hundreds of photographers asking him to model for them and brands begging to collaborate

His manager took care of most of those things, fielding the serious requests with the not so serious

Which is how he found himself shooting for a pretty well known magazine

There were people shouting and running around even though it was barely pushing six am. Choso hadn’t slept the whole night, his insomnia keeping him awake until the photoshoot. Downing a piping hot black coffee first thing in the morning, when he arrived at the shoot there were already assistants pouring him more cups.

“Choso, hair and makeup is ready for you.” His manager said, putting a hand on his shoulder and guiding him silently to the room. The lights were way too bright here, stinging Choso’s eyes and almost giving him a headache.

Sitting down in the makeup chair with his eyes closed, Choso heaved a heavy sigh as he got comfortable.

“Uhm, excuse me?” A timid voice sounded behind him, from the previously closed door to the room.

“Hm?” Cracking open an eye, Choso looked in the mirror in front of him to see who was speaking. A makeup assistant, wringing their hands together nervously and not meeting his bloodshot eyes.

“I’m uh- I’m here to start your makeup.” Your voice was so cute when addressing him, a little higher pitched than what he assumed was normal. Biting your lip, you slid into the room slowly, standing a good distance behind his chair and looking at him through the mirror.

“Okay, I’ll sit up.” Gulping the rest of his coffee down, Choso sat up pin straight in the makeup chair. Even if he fell asleep in the chair he trained himself well enough to not slouch over once he was in this position.

You began to work silently, pulling out products and laying them down with trembling hands. Your nervousness was cute, endearing almost to Choso. He knew he could look rather intimidating, that’s partly why he had so many followers, and to see you so scared in front of him made a lazy smirk grace his face.

“I’ll be putting your base on now?” Even though you tried to sound stern your sentence came out as a question and Choso blew air sharply through his nose, fighting the uptick of his lips as you fiddled with products.

Choso sat perfectly still while you began to touch his face. With half lidded eyes he could see your name badge swinging from the lanyard around your neck. (Y/N) was printed in large letters, impossible to miss.

A few minutes passed in pure silence between you and Choso could feel your hands shake when you cupped his cheek to apply foundation and patting powder across his face. The door swung open just as you went to swap a few products around, someone had come to take you away for a few minutes.

“Oh, I’ll only be gone a little bit, but the main makeup artist should be here before I return.” You spewed out, dropping the things in your hands against the counter. Forcing a polite smile at Choso, your feet shuffled awkwardly as you flip-flopped between saying something more, waiting for his reply or just leaving in entirely.

“Thank you (Y/N), you did a great job.” Choso said calmly, smiling back at you and taking a sip of his now lukewarm coffee. Your mouth dropped briefly in surprise and your brows rose up, your whole face opened up in sweet surprise. Biting your lip and rocking on your heels, a shy giggle left your chest.

“Bye Choso.” Giggling again as you said his name, you scurried from the room like an embarrassed school girl, gushing about Choso to the person waiting for you as you left the room.

First hangout

The next time Choso saw you, it was to fix his lip makeup between pictures, and your hands shook then too

As the day wore on, Choso found himself completely smitten with how helpless you were in front of him, how scared and nervous you were. He felt the ever growing urge to protect you, even if it was from himself

He’s elated when the team proposes going out to dinner together, both as a way to refuel and get to know each other better since this photoshoot will be a few days long

Heading out into the darkening world outside the studio, Choso makes sure to stick close by you

He’s not standing directly near you, but Choso makes sure to stay behind you as the group walks. He’s watching you talk animatedly with your friends, no doubt other small time assistants just eager to get started in the industry. Your smile warms his heart and when you laugh loudly at a crosswalk Choso chuckles as well.

Once at the restaurant, he cunningly makes sure he’s seated next to you. He doesn’t say anything, but he can tell your demeanor has shifted because you get just a little bit quieter, that nervous energy comes back a little.

“(Y/N), what’re you thinking of getting?” Choso asks you as he looks over the menu. He can hear your breath hitch, obviously surprised he even addressed you.

“Uhm, I’m not sure, I’ve never been here before.” Shrugging your shoulder, you quickly skim the menu. “Is there anything you’re thinking of getting?”

“Hmmm…” Drumming his fingers on the table, Choso shrugs as well. “Whatever you get, I’ll get too.”

“That’s a lot of pressure.” Laughing nervously, you flip through the menu. “I don’t even know what you like.”

“I’ll like whatever you like.” Choso wouldn’t necessarily call this flirting, he didn’t consider himself particularly suave or charming, but from the way you stammered and hid your face with the menu, clearly flustered, told him that most people would consider what he was doing flirting. Especially you.

“Okay but don’t blame me if you don’t like it.” Came your whispered reply from behind the menu, and Choso just knew your cheeks and ears were on fire.

“As long as you pick it out, I won’t have a single complaint.”

First kiss

From that moment on, Choso knew he liked you. It wasn’t hard to get you to come out of your shell and talk more casually with him, afterall he was the oldest of a lot of brothers

Talking with you all throughout dinner, Choso was a little more excited to go to work. Even if you didn’t end up liking him the same way, you could still be friends - something that Choso was kind of lacking

As the days of the photoshoot wore on and you got closer with each other, Choso found himself yearning to ask you to hang out outside of all of this, when it all ends and you don’t have to be professional with him

He knows he only has one chance left at the very last team dinner, a celebratory occasion that is sure to go out with a bang

“Let’s drink to all the hard work we put in these last few days!” The photographer cheered, already drunk and swaying in his chair. No one cared though, everyone was already a little drunk. Choso had a few beers himself and was feeling the beginnings of a pleasant buzz, and it seemed so were you. With a dopey smile on your face and slightly glassy eyes, you laughed a little too hard at a joke across the table with a fruity drink in your hand.

“(Y/N) don’t drink too much, you’re a terrible lightweight!” Someone teased a few seats down and a couple people chuckled in agreement.

“W-whatever!” Sticking your tongue out, you downed the rest of your drink and quickly ordered another. “I deserve to have fun, that photoshoot was stressful!”

It was indeed. Between actually taking the pictures, going to the different locations, waking up early and creating promo content for his Instagram, Choso was swamped. The only highlights of his day would be when you would come to do his makeup or fix it, or these times when you’d sit together during dinner.

“Yeah you do.” Putting a hand on your shoulder, Choso pat it a few times and you easily swayed with the motions. This wasn’t the first time he was touching you, he’d pat you on the back a few other times, but seeing you bend so easily made him laugh.

Choso kept a keen eye on you for the entirety of dinner, watching you down drink after drink and forcing you to drink water in between some of them. It was fun to see you let go like this, he never thought he’d get the chance, and the desire to protect you was coming up again.

When the group decided to go to karaoke after dinner, Choso kept an arm around your shoulder as you all walked to the next location. He kept you from falling and bumping into things and being kidnapped by random strangers you wanted to talk to as you walked by. Getting to the room in one piece, you all crowd in and the party continues.

Choso can barely make heads or tails of what’s going on, there’s people taking pictures and videos of everything, his manager is drunkenly securing another deal for him over the phone, and there’s loud and offkey singing blaring through the speakers. He almost thinks about bailing, but seeing you so amped up and singing along as well has him staying.

“Choso, what’d you think?” You shout over the music ten minutes later. You’re breathless from doing a song and collapse into the open seat next to him.

“You did great.” Choso grins. He can see the sweat on your hairline and he had definitely taken pictures of you singing to look at later. You beam at him, obviously happy to get his approval, and bounce up and down in your seat.

“I have to go pee, do you know where the bathroom is?” Your tiny drunk bladder would truly be the death of you. Helping you up, Choso exits the karaoke room and guides you down the hall to the bathrooms, far away from the noise filled rooms. Waiting for you to come out, Choso can tell you’re properly drunk.

“You good?” Quirking his head to the side, Choso grabs your upper arm as you stumble towards him.

“Choso! I gotta- gotta do something!” Hiccuping through your words, you have the front of his shirt in a vice grip as you square your shoulders in front of him. With a fiery determined look in your eyes, you push forward.

At first, you bump your noses painfully together and a quiet curse slips under your breath. But then you try again and your lips actually make contact with Choso’s. The kiss is sloppy, messy - it’s as drunk as you are. He can taste the liquor on your lips, creating a smooth glide along the surface that makes it easier to slide against him.

Just as Choso is getting into it, his hands coming to grip your waist instead of your arms, you let go. Push him away hard and stumble back at the same time. There’s tears in your eyes, lower lip quivering pathetically.

“(Y/N)-”

“I-I should go.”

“(Y/N) wait-” You run away before he can say anything, before Choso has a chance to grab your hand and pull you back to him and tell you that he’s wanted to kiss you for a while now. Standing dumbly in the hallway alone, he hears the slam of a karaoke room door, no doubt from you.

Slinking back into the room, Choso can see that you’ve decided to sandwich yourself between two other people and avoid his burning eye contact for the rest of the night. You don’t even properly say goodbye to him when it’s time to part, just slip away into the Uber your friends called.

First confession

Even though you managed to give him the slip, Choso still got your phone number from someone before the party completely dispersed

The kiss stayed on his mind for the rest of the night, keeping him up as he played the moment over and over again in his head

By the time morning came, Choso was itching to message you

He had to know why you kissed him, and if you’d let him kiss you again

(Choso): hey this is Choso I got your number from one of the others

(Choso): we have something to talk about

He waited a good couple hours for you to text back. The longer time went on, the longer Choso just wanted to call you and be done with waiting in limbo.

(Y/N): sorry about last night

That was all you had to say and Choso just knew you were kicking yourself over it.

(Choso): don’t be sorry, I liked it

(Y/N): you don’t have to lie to try and make me feel better

(Y/N): it was a drunk mistake and it won’t happen again

(Choso): what if I want it to happen again?

He could see the little typing bubbles disappear and reappear with a fervor. Your mind must be racing as much as his was.

(Y/N): I’m not interested in being a fling

(Choso): good thing I don’t want you as just a fling

There was a nervous sort of adrenaline building up in Choso’s body, making his cheeks flush and fingers tremble, but emboldening him as well to keep going.

(Choso): Let me take you out on a date, I wanna see you at least one more time

(Choso): then you can decide if it really won’t ever happen again

(Choso): deal?

You were silent on the other end reading his messages. There were no typing bubbles to give away your position. Choso was stuck in limbo.

(Y/N): alright, deal

First date

Choso quickly set up a date at a trendy cafe he frequented, one that he took plenty of Instagram pictures at

He could sense your hesitation to go out with him over the phone and he was quick to dash away any second thoughts you had about dating someone that was internet famous

Choso liked you for you, not for what you could potentially bring to him in terms of content

He waited nervously outside the train station for you, wearing an outfit he’d painstakingly reworked a hundred times before deciding on something

“Choso!” You called out to him, rushing towards his figure waiting against a brick wall.

“Hey.” Smiling softly, Choso’s fingers twitched with the urge to hug you, but he held it off. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, possibly scare you off by being too forward.

“You’re here early.” Your eyes quickly danced over the clothes he chose and you let out a hum. “I feel self conscious now, you dressed so nicely for this!”

“You think?” He chuckled, tugging on the edge of the designer hoodie he’d thrown on.

“Yeah, but that’s to be expected of an Instagram star!” Shrugging your shoulders overdramatically, you gestured behind you to the bustling sidewalk full of people. “Should we get going? I’ve never been to the place you suggested.”

“Yeah, lets go.” Choso’s hand hovered over your lower back, guiding you through the people and onto the sidewalk. All it took was seeing you jostled around by a few people walking by for Choso to get fed up and grasp your hand firmly in his, weaving his fingers through yours.

“Stick close to me, it’s pretty crowded today.” He whispered in your ear, pulling you halfway behind him and grabbing your other hand as well and guiding it to hold onto the back of his hoodie. With his imposing nature and intimidating stature, Choso effortlessly pushed through the throngs of people and you quickly found yourself at the cafe in question.

“Let’s go in.” Turning around to face you, he’s stunned when you leap up and peck his cheek.

“Thanks Choso.” Giggling, you sidestep him and go to open the door of the cafe, but you’re stopped by Choso’s unmoving body. “What’s up Choso?”

“(Y/N).” He’s looking at you with scarily wide eyes and his tone is deathly serious. “Will you kiss me again if I buy you a drink?”

“Huh? Yeah of course, but-” You’re cut off from telling him that you’d kiss him without the drink by Choso bolting forward into the cafe.

“I’ll buy you all the drinks you could ever want then. And a slice of cake too.”

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