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#the thing I hate about making phone calls are the stupid phone trees and also being put on hold for 1 million years to annoying music
sternbilder · 2 years
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lies down. I woke up yesterday to a $600 water bill, which is, needless to say, a hideous amount to be charged for anything not to mention completely absurd considering I live alone, only shower every other day, and have been in korea for 3 of the 8 weeks in that billing period
so after despairing I called the water company today now that it's no longer a federal holiday and the very friendly lady on the other end of the call was like "oof yeah dude that's not right" and helpfully informed me that it's likely that I have a leak and that I just need to get it fixed and send them a form and they'll credit me for the amount I overpaid
god bless customer service representatives y'all are the real MVPs
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neoculturecollectives · 9 months
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We Can Go Anywhere (M)
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idol!Johnny x fem!reader
genre: smut, romance
warnings: car sex, fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink, semi public sex, sweat kink
Author's note: this has been in my drafts for a while. I was gonna just trash it but what the hell. I tweaked it and now it's yours. also shout out to @multifandomslxt for triggering my sweat kink. it really added a nice touch and helped me finish this off in a way that felt more satisfying. I really hated what i had before.
word count: idek? like 1k?? give or take??
songs mentioned:
sex on fire - kings of leon
UH - fujiya and miyagi
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You think you're falling in love with John when he shows up at your door at noon on a Saturday.
His pretty eyes meet yours and he grins at you,
"Pack a bag," he tells you.
It's random and you've grown close enough to stop questioning him. Whatever he has planned, he knows you need it just like he knows you well enough to step in at the right moment to keep you from spiraling.
"How much stuff should I pack?" You ask as you begin tossing your basic necessities in you backpack.
"Three days worth? Remember the old department store that closed down? Price Rite?"
John's fighting an eager smile.
"Yeah?" You say slowly.
"There's one left but it's like... Eight hours from here so if we go now, we can get there before they close and maybe have dinner on the way there. Hurry up,
John's voice is soft yet eager, "I'm gonna make sure my GPS is set up right. I'll be outside."
You pack a throw a few outfits and pajamas then take a quick shower.
It doesn't take you long to get ready and when you get into the passenger seat of John's car, he turns to smile at you, "Okay, you good? Got everything?" he asks.
You nod, "Yeah. I think so. I grabbed an extra phone charger for just in case."
"Perfect. Now let's get going," he says as he pulls off.
"I see you decided to wear a dress... Good girl, baby."
You feel your cheeks heat up and he reaches across to grab your hand and bring it to his lips for a kiss.
"You know at some point during this trip, I'm gonna have my hand in your panties."
"Oh, I know it."
The first hour is filled with music and snacks.
As John drives, you feed him sour patch kids, he dedicates songs to you, and you both play I spy.
It's these moments that you love. He isn't Johnny in NCT who travels the world and is sometimes gone for months at a time, he's John and he's as familiar as the feeling you get when your head touches your pillow at night.
In the second hour, you read fanfictions to John and you both laugh. After coming across a particulatly wild Doyoung story, you both decide to send it to him.
"That one was good... kinda made me a jerk though," John chuckles.
"You said it was a good idea to send the group chat a story about Doie getting a train ran on him by every single one of you guys, baby, you are a jerk," You shoot back.
John laughs and you definitely may be falling in love with him.
In the third hour, you both debate on whether or not road head is safe and ultimately decide against it.
Just into the fourth hour, John's hand eases from your thigh to inside your panties.
He strokes you while Sex on Fire blares from the car speakers and there's just something about the wind pouring into the car and the smell of the trees lining this stretch of highway that make this orgasm in particular the best orgasm John's ever given you.
When he pulls his hand from your panties and brings his fingers to his mouth to taste your release, you think that maybe you two could be like this forever. Raunchy and playful. Gentle and vulnerable. Safe, stupid, and comfortable; knowing that things will only ever get better for the both of you.
In the fifth hour, you stop for dinner at a roadside diner with a jukebox and John plays James Ingram's One Hundred Ways. You chat with a retired truck driver who tells John that he should marry you as soon as he can.
John promises him that he will.
In the sixth hour, Yuta calls to check in on you both and to tell you that Doyoung is spiraling from that story you sent and that Hyuck has been reading that story along with many other stories at full volume in all of the dorms.
In the seventh hour, John can't take it anymore and he pulls into a truck stop and parks way in the back, "Come on, beautiful," he hums as he clumsily shimmies his long frame into the backseat.
UH plays as you ride him frantically and you both know that this could go so badly if someone were to see the car visibly shaking but you're both too caught up in the hunger of this moment to care.
"Daddy!" You whimper.
"Ride daddy's cock like a good girl... that's it," he sighs.
Your thighs burn but you can't stop. John presses hot kisses against your neck and chest, "Need you to cum, baby... cum on my cock," he whines and you know he's so close to letting go.
You take his face in your hands and lick the sweat from his upper lip.
"God, you're so fuckin' hot... Ah! Shit..." he says through clenched teeth.
"Cum, daddy... please cum," You plead.
"Cum with me," he whispers. He licks your neck and slowly drags his tongue up, up, up past your jaw, past your cheek to the sweat on your own upper lip.
You moan and lap at his tongue. To taste him like this makes your body float.
His hips stutter and he cums inside you with deep sigh, "Don't stop yet... get yourself off, baby," he winces. You know he's sensitive and he's too greedy to stop you.
You both share a greedy kiss as you tremble and bounce on him, "Daddy... I'm... I'm close."
John brings a hand down to thumb your clit and you squeeze your eyes shut as you release.
Somehow, he cums again and this time he's throwing his head back and bucking wildly against you. You lean against him and gather yourself.
The words tumble out of his mouth with that same warmth and clumsiness he had when he first asked you to be his girlfriend,
"I love you."
You kiss him, "I love you too, John," You whisper.
You stay this way for a little longer and when you finally get back on the road, John drives with your hand in his.
In the eighth hour, you arrive at Price Rite. It's a nostalgic gift for the both of you and as you walk aisles together, you smile at the familiarity.
"All of their stores really do look the same," John says incredulously.
"At least we don't have to ask where anything is," You say as you look towards the lingerie section.
"Looks like you want a Price Rite Signature exclusive," he says with a chuckle as he leads you into the department.
You both look around until John finds a dusty pink set, "I think this is the one, Y/n," he says.
"Oh wow, that's so pretty," You say with a gasp.
"Come on, let's go get a hotel for the night. It's late," he says as he ushers you out to check out.
"You look like the boy in the group my son likes," the cashier says. You look down at her name tag, her name is Sandra.
"I get that a lot," John laughs, "That's the guy from.. NCT? Yeah, I hear that quite a lot. I met him once. He's even bigger in person."
"Yeah? My son has a thing for tall guys... oh he's gonna love this. You two enjoy your night," she says as she hands John the receipt.
You both bid her a good evening and leave.
"You're so annoying," You laugh as your hand finds his.
John drives along the boulevard until he spots a hotel, "This one looks good. How are you feelin' about stopping here for the night, ladybug?"
"Yeah," You say softly. You feel your body tiring out.
He parks the car and you get out, "I'll get your stuff. You look half dead."
You give him a tired smile and wait as he gets your things from the trunk.
In the hotel lobby, John does all of the talking to get a room.
"Newly weds?" the receptionist asks.
"Yes, ma'am," John says with a nod.
It's when he turns to smile at you that you know for sure that you are in love with him.
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Holding Hands
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
warnings: angst, torture (not very descriptive)
word count: 3.2k
author's note: I have written this while on the bus from and to work. it's not beta read and I'm not sure if it's any good. All mistakes are my own. It's my attempt to write a shorter fic as I take a break from my longer projects.
summary: reader gets kidnapped, Bucky saves her and they deal with the aftermath
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You wake up feeling disoriented. You can’t place your limbs or anything about position. Groaning you try to stretch your arms but you find them bound together in your back. Your mouth also won’t open.
With adrenaline shooting through you, you raise your head and frantically take in your surroundings. 
It’s an unfamiliar room with hardly any furniture. There is a tarp under the chair you’re bound to. To your right are giant windows showing you lots of trees, possibly a forest.
In front of you is a camera on a tripod with a chair behind it. 
To your left is a table but you can’t make out what’s on top of it. 
You struggle to get free, but your legs are bound tightly to the legs of the chair you’re on. There’s thick rope around your chest tying you to the back of the chair. The tape over your mouth won’t budge no matter how much you try.
“You’re finally awake. I was starting to worry I may have overdosed you. Wouldn’t that have been a shame?” 
The male voice came from behind you. You try to turn around to see him, but you can’t see him. He tuts your tries and tells you to focus on the camera, it now has a blinking red light.
Your eyes widen when he grabs the back of your head by your hair. He’s pulling so tight, that you can’t look at him and only see him from the corner of your eyes. But even that vision is getting blurry as tears start to flood your eyes. 
“It’s a real shame that you haven’t taken me seriously so far. But that stops now. As you can see I am not here to play. You know my demands. Better hurry. I would hate to have to ruin this dress with blood.”
With that the camera stops blinking. You look at the dress you’re wearing. It’s a wedding dress.
Of course, you were supposed to go undercover, even though you’re not an agent. They needed someone with the languages you spoke to make a recon mission work. And sergeant Barnes was supposed to be at your side at all times. 
The mission hasn’t even started yet. You’ve only been going on dates to make it seem more genuine since there was no hiding his identity and to plan everything out. 
You weren’t even supposed to try on this stupid wedding dress. You went into the store with him and Tony Stark’s credit to buy some evening gowns and dresses. But you fell in love with that dress and Bucky encouraged you to try it on. The saleswoman warned you that a groom seeing the bride in the dress is bad luck and you were to say something but instead Bucky said that you two don’t believe in superstitions. Just as you got out of the dressing room, he received a phone call and he apologised and you let him leave assuring him that you will be able to buy some dresses yourself and to not worry. 
Seems like you never made it out of the store let alone the dress.
A sharp pain in your left cheek pulls you back to your current reality. The man had taken a knife and left a cut on your cheek.
He was now standing right in front of you with an unreadable face. You try to remember if you recognise him. But he looks too generic to tell if you have ever met him before.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll do anything to get you back. Not that it will matter, because I plan on keeping you for myself. It’s not every day you stumble over the Winter Soldier’s bride.”
He’s collecting things from the table on a tray as he speaks to you. When he returns to you with the tray in hand you see syringes and vials. You shake your head and fight the ropes again but it’s useless. 
He puts the tray on the floor and takes out something shiny from his pocket.
“I was gonna save this for later, but I think I’ll give it to you now, so you know that I don’t mean any harm. The pain you’re about to experience is just to make them give in to my demands. It will be over soon and then we can be together. Forever.”
He shows a diamond necklace before putting it on you. It’s more of a choker than a necklace. You can’t tell if it’s too tight or if you’re just feeling like it’s too tight because of your anxiety.
Breathing has become more difficult, you almost feel like passing out. He doesn’t seem to care. Tells you to breathe through your nose and not to worry about anything as he starts to prepare the syringes. 
Once he’s satisfied with his work he takes the one with a red-ish liquid, gets behind you and starts to prepare something else. 
You don’t know what’s worse, that you don’t know what he’s doing or if you would know.
Before you can decide he rams the syringe into your thigh. You scream through your gag, whatever liquid was inside acting instantly and burning you from the inside. You can feel it making its way through your body by the burning sensation.
At the same time he’s stroking your hair and cheeks and whispering something to you that he believes to be reassuring words but they’re anything than.
Fighting the ropes with all you have you finally pass out when the pain becomes too much to bear. 
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A rhythmic beeping sound is the first thing you notice. The second is that the bed is much more comfortable than your own bed. You’re lying in a bed! 
Instantly you sit up and try to take in your surroundings, but the sudden change from lying down to sitting up makes you dizzy and you close your eyes and lie back down.
When the world isn’t spinning anymore you open your eyes again, this time staying down. The beeping comes from a heart rate monitor that’s hooked up to you. Right next to that is an IV stand, you follow the line and find that it leads to your hand. Looking at your hands you find them wrapped in bandages. The shirt you’re wearing is unfamiliar to you and not your size. The same goes for the pants. 
You get up again, this time more slowly. There’s a chair in the corner with a flimsy blanket draped over it. It seems like someone might have been sitting there until very recently. 
“You’re up!”
Bucky is standing in the door with a hot beverage in his one hand and a book in the other. Both are quickly discarded as he quickly approaches you. You try to speak but your dry throat is making it impossible for you. Bucky hands you a cup of water and you slowly sip from it with his help.
“What happened?” Your voice is still raspy from lack of use. 
Bucky urges you to drink more and you comply.
“What do you remember?”
You think about it for a moment. 
“Not much…we went to buy outfits and then I woke up tied to a chair and…” your hands move to your throat and you try to piece some pieces together. Bucky takes your hands in his. 
“We got you out there but we were late. I’m sorry this is all my fault. This should have never happened.”
“How long was I out?” You hadn’t noticed his beard earlier but you remember him being clean shaven to what felt to you like yesterday. 
“About a week. Bruce needed a while to work out what kind of stuff that guy had gotten his hands on”
“oh” is all you can say before a big yawn escapes you. Bucky immediately starts fuzzing over you, helps you lay back down and tucks you in, telling you to rest and that he’ll be there when you wake up again.
When you wake up again Bucky is sitting in the corner chair, he’s slumped over and seems to be sleeping. You can’t believe he’s still here. You two are barely coworkers and you only got to know him more during the preparations for the mission. You go through your earlier conversation again, he does seem to blame himself.
While you have a moment to yourself you start to peel off the bandage from one of your wrists to assess the damage. 
A nurse must have noticed you being awake because suddenly you’re surrounded by people, nurses and doctors you assume, who bombard you with questions and check several things at once. The beeping becomes faster and faster and you don’t even know what’s happening anymore when Bucky suddenly ushers everyone out. The beeping slowly slows down again, That’s when you remember that the beeping is your heart rate. You remove the monitor from your finger, feeling embarrassed by how exposed it’s making you feel.
“I’ll talk to Bruce. I know he wants to do some more tests, but they don’t need to send that many people for that…”
You nod as you wring your hands, trying to clear your head again. Bucky grabs your hands, frowns at the one without a bandage and carefully circles the rope burn with his thumb. 
The feeling is overwhelming you, you don’t know why. Suddenly you start to sob, startling Bucky. He’s unsure on how to handle this. His first instinct is to hug you, but you two aren’t close. Having no other ideas he decides to hug you anyway. 
Soon your sobbing stops and carefully you return the hug. You whisper a thank you when you let go. You’re about to apologise when Bucky stops you. The last thing you should be doing is apologise for dealing with the aftermath of what happened to you. 
Bruce comes by later, draws some blood and explains what happened to you after you had been injected with whatever substances the man had and what has been done to counteract them. He assures you that there should be no lasting effects and that you’ll be able to go home soon. But for now he still wants to monitor you. He hooks up another IV and says he thinks it’s the last one before leaving you and Bucky alone again. You decide to address the elephant in the room.
“Why are you here?”
“What do you mean? Do you want to be alone?”
“I mean, don’t you have a world to save. Like I don’t know. I’m sure you have better things to do than keep me company..? Thank you for being here when I woke up! But I don’t want to waste your time…”
“Oh, Doll. You’re not wasting my time. If you want me to leave, I’ll leave. I just didn’t want you to be alone. After everything that happened that happened…and you’re not a trained agent. This wasn’t supposed to happen…I want to make sure you deal with this properly. Besides, I’m not allowed to go on missions at the moment.”
“What?! Why?”
“It’s nothing. Just turns out I have a target on my back. The guy who took you was part of a bigger group who think the Winter Soldier a hero. This guy went a bit crazy with his obsession and wanted to be me. So he took you, thinking that we’re together. So it’s my fault. I asked to be benched until the others sort that out. It’s probably for the best that I am not part of that after what I did.”
“But you didn’t do anything Bucky, what Hydra made you do-“
“I’m not talking about the past. After Tony found out where you were being held, I went alone while the others were working on a strategy. I don’t regret going alone, I doubt you would have lasted much longer. The guy was so out of his mind, he didn’t even realise that he was killing you, I think. But what I did to that guy. That was all me”
Your head is dizzy trying to process what he just said. You almost died. And Bucky did something horrible to that man who took you. You almost died. But Bucky rescued you. You almost died because you were seen with Bucky. But Bucky and you were safe now. You almost died. 
“I almost died.” As you speak out the words you feel the pain again in your body. First your body was burning. After that it was freezing. Then the fire returned and it was so bad you wanted to die so it was over. You barely remember a shadowy figure appearing out of nowhere. You thought you must be hallucinating when he started to beat into your captor. At last the shadowy figure made its way to you and began to cut you loose from the chair. Then you woke up here.
“You saved me.”
You looked at him but he didn’t look like he believed it.
“If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have been in danger to begin with.”
You contemplate his answer for a while.
“That’s not true. I translate highly classified documents for the avengers. It doesn’t take a lot for someone to work out where I work. I accepted the danger the moment I accepted the job. And I did so because I trust you to have my back.”
“But-“
“No but, you know I’m right. And the fact that I’m alive and here proves me right. Don’t you dare to tell me I’m wrong.”
You can tell Bucky was going to say something but he decides against it.
“Now before you say something stupid and false again, I have to ask you for a favour. I really want some proper food. It’s really a shame if I were to starve to death with the terrible food they serve here”
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It becomes a new routine for the two weeks you stay in med wing. Bruce comes by every morning to draw some blood and allows you to do some physical therapy. When you return from the little work out you’re allowed Bucky is waiting for you with lunch for the both of you. The two of you talk about everything and nothing and after you get your dinner he leaves you for the night. 
For your first day back at work you go straight from the medbay to your office. Everyone comes by to check up on you and you have a great time doing what you do best. When it’s time to go home you keep working. Just a little more to catch up on work you missed in your absence. 
Two hours after your usual end of work Bucky shows up with dinner.
“You know you don’t have to catch up on all your work tonight?” He’s teasing but there’s also concern in his voice.
“I know, I know. Just want to get an headstart” 
You hope he doesn’t see through to your lie, but of course he does. He doesn’t say anything else about it as you eat your dinner with him. You’re not very talkative tonight, as you try to think of excuses to not have to go home. 
“It’s late, you should stay here. Wouldn’t want you walking home all alone this late”
You’re a bit too eager to accept Bucky’s idea, so eager that you don’t even think about where you could stay. Of course there are the guest rooms but then the others would find out and you don’t want to deal with that. As you slowly shuffle your papers to prepare for them for you to continue work tomorrow you wonder how to bring that up. But again, Bucky has a solution before you have to ask.
“You can stay with me”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly intrude”
“You’re not, I’m inviting you”
While Bucky insists that you take the bed but you insist on sleeping on the sofa, not possibly wanting to exile him from his own comfort just because you are too afraid to leave the compound. Not that you’d ever admit that.
You get around admitting your fear for about a week, when Bucky shows up without dinner in your office. You had feared you had been overstaying your welcome, but still, you’re disappointed. You’re trying to hide your disappointment and fear but you’re sure that you’re doing a bad job at it.
“I thought we could try this new place down the street. It’s quite new and they don’t have takeaway options. And some fresh air might be good for you after working for so long inside.”
It’s difficult to disagree with the good points he’s making. So you reluctantly agree to go out with him and don’t worry about possibly having to go home yet. Then again, maybe you can rescue some of your plants if they haven’t all died yet.
In the restaurant you find out that Bucky had lied. They do takeaways. But you also found that the outside wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be. Having Bucky by your side helped you ease your anxieties and fears of going outside.
When it came time to leave the restaurant he took your hand and led you back to the compound. Back in his apartment he sat you down on the sofa.
“Doll, we need to talk”
Your heart immediately sank. You knew this moment would come, Bucky didn’t want you to stay over anymore.
“I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep staying here. I’ll try to go back home. You don’t-”
“No, that’s not what I wanted to talk about. I mean yes, but I don’t want you to go. You can stay for as long as you want. But there’s more.
You look at him confused.
“I should have been encouraging you to go home, go outside, not let the fear win. But I like spending time with you and I was being selfish. And that’s not going to help you. So I’m going to help you with that, but I also want to spend more time with you. As more than friends”
“I…I don’t know what to say”
Bucky does it best to hide his disappointment, but it’s still there.
“I know I need to go out. And I feel the safest with you. I love talking to you, I love spending time with you. But you’re…you. And I’m just me. I…are you sure you like me? You don’t have to…I mean, it’s not your fault, just because some crazy man…You don’t have to because you feel sorry for me or what happened.”
“I’m not feeling sorry for you. I actually like you. I have for a long time. You’re smart and I loved getting to know you more. The circumstances could have been better, but that doesn’t change the fact that I like you. For who you are. And I know who I was and what I did, so I’m not expecting you to-”
He can’t finish his sentence as you stop him by kissing him.
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mintmatcha · 1 year
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The street lights come to life, casting the diffused light across the sidewalk and through the park foliage. Patrol is long over, but Aki finds himself lingering. The apartment will be empty for a couple more hours and the more he thinks about the silence, the moments where it’s just him and him alone, sitting in the dark and shallow pool of his own misery, the more his skin crawls.
Being here, out on the world, feels better.
“Did you see that couple? They’re fucking.”
Angel Devil points with the remnants of his ice cream, pointing the popsicle stick towards a dark patch of trees. Shapes move, just far enough away that Aki’s human eyes can’t quite catch. Even so, he turns his gaze down to his shoes. The laces are scuffed and stained, the knot itself stained with the rust of aged blood.
“Don’t look.”
“Why not?” Angel pops the stick back in his mouth and sucks wetly, tongue flicking out to catch the final bits of cream. The sound makes Aki’s stomach twist in a way he’s not entirely comfortable with. “They were just fucking right out in the open.”
“And don’t say that!”
“Fucking?” The redhead tilts his head like a dog, eyes wide and intently, deceptively innocent. He’s taken up the entire bench, arms and wings spread across the back haphazardly to leave no space for his supervisor. “That’s what it’s called.”
“It’s not polite,” Aki explains, rocking back on to his heels slightly. “Say ‘having sex’ or... I dunno, intercourse."
“Seems like a pointless distinction.” Angel sucks the lingering stickiness from the wooden stick and Aki finds himself watching. “I don’t get it.”
“I’ll tell you the same thing I told Power: some phrases are just more acceptable to use in public.”
“I understand that; I’m not stupid,”  Aki can hear the roll of Angel’s eyes, “I  mean I don't understand sex.”
Aki decides he needs a cigarette immediately, pulling the light blue pack from his jacket pocket. Angel was supposed to be the good fiend (in the loosest sense of the word; devils are not good, they are not kind or remorseful, but Angel is... Angel is different.)
“I’m not teaching you about that.”
Angel shouldn’t be different. He should hate devils all the same.
“I know the mechanics. I just don’t...”
The brevity and lift of Angel’s exhale make every hair on Aki’s body stand on edge.
Angel shouldn’t be different.
“I don’t get to understand a lot of the nuances around touch, Hayakawa.” His lips form each syllable of his name like a treat, something sweet enough the savor.
Angel shouldn’t be different.
But when they both look at each other, there’s a shared acknowledgment that this is different. For both of them.
“That’s-”  Aki trails off. He’s not sure what to say.
“Yeah, that’s.”
The park is quiet around them. Someone walks in the distance, chatting on their phone in hushed tones, barely audible.
"If you could touch someone, what would you do?"
All pretense fades immediately as Angel lifts his eyes, watching him through those long, pink lashes. Aki has found many women pretty before, attractive in the ways he was taught to desire, but there's something about the delicate masculinity that Angel moves with -the roll of his jaw, the spread of his legs as he sinks deeper into the bench- that sits differently in the pit of Aki's stomach.
"I'd kiss someone." Angel fluffs a wing, stretching and flexing almost absentmindedly. "Just to see how it feels."
“You’d be disappointed,” Aki says before he can even think it through. 
Angel cocks his head; silkier bits of hair slip down his shoulder, golden in the ambient light from his halo. He’s unkempt like Power, but also different. The tousle to his hair is almost purposeful, effortlessly perfect. Aki wonders if it’s like that when he wakes up.
“You think so?” Angel replies.
“It’s just skin. It’s like-” Aki wobbles the unlit cigarette between to fingers, “-pressing your lips against paper.”
Angel stretches his arms over his over his head, straightening his spine with a surprisingly low hum before he relaxes back into the bench. When he does the same with his wings it’s accompanied by the dry, fleeting sound of feathers rustling against each other, like pages of a book being flipped through.
“Weren’t you having sex with that Himeno girl?”
Aki recoils, both from surprise and the pain that immediately unfurls in his chest. When he thinks of her, memories play in the horizon of his mind: too far to touch, too close to ignore, yet the perfect distance to watch, to yearn for. His hand has stilled, cigarette dangling dangerously loose in his grip.
“What’s that have to do with anything?” Aki’s voice is even. It always is.
“Why’d you do that stuff with her if you didn’t like it?” the fiend shrugs, “Seems easier to just not.”
Aki slides his thumb over the striker of his lighter and a tiny flame flickers to life. With an inhale he lights his cigarette, pulling in a long, even breath.
“Have you ever smoked a cigarette?” he exhales just as smoothly, letting it pour through his teeth.
“Ew, of course not.”
“Exactly. Doesn’t taste good. It doesn’t really feel very good either.” The cherry burns bright with another drag. “But the way it makes your brain light up brings you back every time.”
The nicotine buzz settles in and stills a tremble Aki didn’t know had developed. The energy won’t last, so he savors it and the rare feeling of normalcy it brings. “Sex is the same way. It makes you feel alive."
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jiminzfilter · 1 year
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Unexpected Miracles
→ Pairing. hoseok x Reader
→ Genre. half-strangers to lovers, blind dating au (kind of), fluff
→ Summary. an old crush comes waltzing into your life when you need a date for a Winter Gala
→ Word count. 5.2k 
→ Warnings. reader's family is a bit abusive and likes down-talking her :,(, mentions of light alcohol consumption (be careful when you drink, please!!), mentions of a mental breakdown
→ A/n. this is a gift for @beingsuneone for the @bangtansecretsanta exchange 🎄 Hi Kaillei, I'm your Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy this gift I made for you as much as I enjoyed interacting with you all through December. Somehow, this is the complete opposite of what I planned on writing but I think changing the plot mid-story was the right choice to make. Hope you'll like it :)
-> thank you so much @playmetheclassics for beta-reading this fic!! I’m so grateful for your constant help and support, it really means a lot to me🥺❤️
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There is nothing you hate more than the Christmas season. The decorated streets, the storefronts full of fake gifts under an overdecorated tree. Couples wearing matching Christmas sweaters. The Christmas market which blasted holiday music until 2 am and your obnoxiously long yearly family Winter gala.
The gala, annoying as it sounds, takes place five days after Christmas each year and is a reunion of all the town's important people and its surroundings. All of that was exaggerated by some nice Christmas music,  a huge decorated tree with presents underneath for the youngest guests… Everything you love.
You glare at your invitation on the coffee table and sigh. Even after you moved out of town (and far from your parents’ grasp), your mother found her way to get you to come to her event. Just as you are about to throw away the gold ornamented card, your phone rings and surprise! it’s your mother. 
“Hello, darling! I sent out your invitation yesterday in express mail. Have you received it ?” 
Of course, she would be only interested in her stupid event. 
“Yes, mother. It’s in my hands right now”, you stop yourself from sighing, wanting to avoid your mother’s reprimands.
“Oh, perfect! Your father and I went to the store to select some dresses for you. You should go try them on by tomorrow if you want to have your dress on time!” 
Did I forget to mention the winter gala is also a ball? Well, now you know… 
“Well, about that, Mother. I wanted to tell you…”
“Oh, you can bring your companion too! What was his name again? Jake? Please bring him I remember him being such a lovely boy!” 
“Not until I found him sleeping with another girl…” You mumble before saying louder “Mother, Jake and I went our separate ways a year ago. ” 
There’s a short silence before your mom answers.
“Shame, well, you better come accompanied or you will embarrass of this family. Again. Excuse me, darling, but your Grandfather is calling me again. I shall go. We expect to see you at the gala so do not disappoint us,” she instructs before hanging up
"I'm gonna need a miracle to go” You furrow your brows and brush a hand through your hair. It is infuriating how your mother never pays attention to anything you say or do. You were the fifth child, your siblings were four talented and successful children and your parents never gave you much attention or love. They would ask as much from you as they did with your siblings but never look at you the same even when you excelled in some things.
Kind of like the ugly duckling. 
With resignation, you grab the invitation again. Your mother’s call was just a reminder of how required your presence there is even though no one cares about you unless it involves asking whether or not one of your brothers is still single (they do that). 
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“Well, what do you plan on doing?” Your brother asks and, judging by your deadly glare, he also deducts the answer by himself.
“Come on Y/n, you can’t avoid another family event, especially this one.” 
You nib at your straw, taking a sip of your green smoothie -something your friends never understood your liking for (I mean, who in their right mind would be having a kale-based drink when fruits existed?)
“I don’t know Namjoon. I don’t want to face mom and dad after my job application was rejected last month” You almost cry at the thought. Your parents almost seemed proud when you told them you were on the waitlist for a big finance company in Seoul. You don’t even want to imagine their disappointment after hearing the news and you don’t want to hear about it.
“Well, sure. But you can’t keep avoiding us. I was on the phone with grandpa this morning. He told me he would love to see you again. You know, he’s much older now and this year will be his first year alone without grandma. He told me you remind him so much of her. Please, if you won’t come for us, at least come for him” He pleads 
The thought of your grandfather feeling alone and the look on your brother’s face only grows your guilt. You think again about the white and gold invitation still on your kitchen table (right next to the trash can, yes) and then look at your brother. 
You sigh: “Well if you come to help me get a dress, we only have one problem now: I need a date” 
To that, your brother smiles, making his adorable dimple pop off and his eyes turn crescent moon. 
That makes one Miracle
“Excuse me…?” A voice speaks from behind you. It was the waitress, back with Namjoon’s drink and your cake “Here is the rest of your order” She places everything on the table and, by the look in her eyes, you feel the question coming. 
“Sorry to bother you, sir…” There it comes.  You see her play with the hem of her apron “But I was wondering if you would be open to going out with me some days?” 
Oh boy, poor girl
You can’t stop the smile that grows on your face. One thing you enjoy most about your family is seeing your brothers struggle to decline strangers asking them for a date. Namjoon is the funniest because he gets so shy when this happens; the boy can’t say no.
You’re about to answer for him when he clears his throat and offers the young lady a reassuring smile “Um, well. I am quite busy right now and we are mere strangers now. But maybe in a few coffees, I will reconsider your offer” 
Oh? He pulled it off quite well this time. The waitress’s face crumbles and she leaves with a bitter expression, not knowing how to deal with Namjoon’s answer. Too bad because this one looked sweet and like the type of person your family would approve of. You exchange a look with your brother and start laughing before deciding it’d be better to quietly finish your drinks if you don’t want to get interrupted by more bold women again. 
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“Don't you think this dress makes me look fat?” You look at yourself in a huge mirror trying to see everything wrong with you and the dress. 
Your three brothers, who surely have a better sense of fashion than you do, came to help you pick up a dress (some by choice, others because of your parents’ orders) and can’t hide the annoyance on their faces when you come out of the changing rooms asking the same question. Namjoon takes his eyes off his book to look at you with a stern face. You can see that he is annoyed to hear you talk down about yourself (and so are your other brothers).
Seokjin stands up and positions himself behind you, looking into your eyes in the mirror. “I think…” he puts his hands on your shoulders “that it’s been fifty minutes since we’ve been here and you still haven’t found a dress you like. You look perfect in each of them though”
“It's true” Taehyung adds “I don’t see anything wrong with any of the dresses, or with you. But I will have to agree that the puffy sleeves on this dress look horrendous and way too middle age for you” 
You hear the shop owner gasp and a little smile appears on your face. 
“How many more dresses do I have to try on?” You ask her with the hope that your pains are almost over. She looks at the tray where all the dresses you were supposed to try are and sigh. “Well, I think only one remains from your parents’ selection…” your shoulders fall and look desperately to Seokjin in the mirror.
“But wait! I remember that your grandfather ordered me to make a dress for you last month. I was asked to send it to you this morning. Still, when I received the call from your mother yesterday saying you’ll come to try on some dresses, I figured it’d be better to give it to you in person”
A smile forms on your face and you look at Namjoon like a kid on Christmas Day. He winks at you
“If you’d like to go to your changing room, I’ll bring it to you immedia” 
The gown you see is no ordinary thing. Your eyes become teary with the memory this dress brings you, for it is the same dress that was worn by the princess in your favourite fairytale. Your grandmother would read it to you when you were a child and you’d always tell her how much you loved the blue sparkly dress the princess wore. You are quick to put it on and come out to show it to everyone. 
“It’s perfect!” 
That Makes Two
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It’s almost been a week since you accepted to go to your family winter gala and after you got your gown and your brothers’ help with how you should do your hair and which guests you should avoid, you still needed a date to come with you. It is not specified where it is requested to have a date in the invitation but it is kind of the unspoken rule of the event: who would want to come to a gala unaccompanied?
As the host’s daughter, you are not to come alone. It would bring shame to your family and your mother’s daily messages reminding you how important it is for her that everything goes according to plan is only a reminder of how perfect you are not. 
You sigh and scroll down your contact list, hoping to find someone suitable for the event. To your great dismay, every potential date is either busy, taken or unwilling. After hours of trying to convince your old roommate (who still owes you for the time you saved his butt in an embarrassing public situation you don’t miss to remind him), you are out of ideas 
“Come onnnnnn Chan, are you sure? I could use your help right now…” You pout. The hesitation is visible on his face but you can see how he brushes a hand through his hair and clenches his jaw so that he won’t give in.
"I already told you, Y/n. I can’t. I need to fly back to Canberra to visit my mom for Christmas. I can’t cancel three days before. She would be so heartbroken. I’m already halfway packed… Sorry”
You almost want to cry to try and convince him but you know it is no use. “You know my parents will kill me if I come alone, right? How am I supposed to survive a ball without a partner? I’d do fine on my own during the dinner but dancing on my own?? I don't even want to think about it.” You take a sip of water.
“I know I know” Chan tries reassuring you “Hey! I might have an idea! Do you remember my friend Hoseok who went to Washington to do business a few years ago? ” 
You remember the tall and lean brown-haired guy whom you met a few times when Chan had some friends over at the beginning of your flat-sharing days. You picture his sparkly golden brown eyes and perfect smile that made your heart go crazy back in the day. It didn’t long to crush him hard, even though the only conversation you managed to hold with him was to ask him if he was okay after he spilt his drink on you.
“Barely…why do you ask ?” You lie.
As soon as you ask the question, you get an idea of what your old roommate is thinking. 
“Well, I’ve heard that he would be back in town this week and probably be on his own during the holidays…” he offer suggestively.
“What did you say his name was again?” You ask as you open your computer.
A few seconds of research later, you manage to find his social media profile but don’t find much information about him, just the already-made conclusion that he looks hot as hell.
“So, what do you think?” Chan asks and when you say that you would be open to meeting him, he promises to do his best to set up a meeting with him as soon as he is back in town 
That’s your Third Miracle.
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It has been one week since the last time you talked to Chan and you only have three days before the event. Your mother called again this morning to make sure that you would come and to remind you again how important it is that you fit into the family and that you look great and play nice all night long. Such pressure for such a stupid thing. Helping children in need during the holiday season sure is important but does she have to be on your back like that? 
“It’s not because I messed up once that I should be treated any differently than any of her other children,” you huff angrily as you pack a bag to bring to your parents’ place. You still remember that day even though it has been years since it happened. You were still living at the manor with everyone back then and your life was somewhat not a mess. Your mom made you wear an excessively tight dress with lots of tulles and tied your hair in a bun so tight you wonder how she didn’t rip your scalp apart. Then she introduced you to every young man your age that attended the party until she found one who seemed to pique your interest and left you there. That man, whom your mother deemed very well educated and of good composition, turned out to be a complete ass who kept talking down to you. Well, until you threw your champagne cup at him and insulted his whole family tree and ran out (but not without walking on your dress and falling flat on the wooden floor).
Your parents barely managed to keep their business with the boy's parents and you were sent to a boarding school overseas for two years (holidays included). Lord knows those were some of the best two years of your life. You remind yourself of all the good memories you made in England and how you met your boyfriend- now ex- but your phone ringing in the background snatches you out of those moments 
You groan, “What again” 
The number on the screen doesn’t ring a bell so you answer carefully.
“Hello?” Maybe this is the call you’ve been waiting for.
The person on the other end seems as hesitant as you are “ Hello? Kim Y/n? I'm Jung Hoseok. Remember me? I think one of our friends set us up? For an event ?” Your heart skips a beat, his voice is even more sensual than you remembered. 
Fourth miracle ♪
“Oh! Yes, Hoseok! Hello!! It’s nice to finally hear from you! I’m surprised Chan managed to convince you. How are you ?” You try to stay polite despite the more than odd situation
Hoseok clears his throat “Um… I’m- good, thanks. Listen, this is super weird, would you like to meet up? So we can talk more properly?” His tone is hesitant but hopeful (somehow??)
You chuckle, not expecting the offer but agreeing.
“I’m still at my place but I know a nice cafe downtown. It’s very quiet so we can talk without being disturbed. I’ll send you the address and meet you there in… let’s say half an hour alright?” You try to sound as confident as possible despite the furious beats of your heart. 
“Okay, see you there!” He hangs up and you let out a breath you haven't even realized you were holding. 
You send a message to Chan thanking him for the help, then scold him for not telling you he talked to Hoseok and then freaking out because you have a date in thirty minutes with a stranger you’re supposed to introduce to your parents as your date in three days. 
You know you can’t do dates. The fact hits you even harder when you enter the cafe and see him. You suddenly feel way too overdressed for this even though you’re only wearing a plain black dress you still took fifteen minutes to choose. Hoseok is sitting at a table in the back corner of the room, a cup of coffee in his hand and a computer opened on his right. You walk up to him and greet him. “Hello again. It’s nice to see you again.” He stands up and shakes the hand you stretch out. “The pleasure’s all mine. How long has it been? Five years? More?” He says with a smile that makes his eyes disappear and dimples appear at the side of his mouth. “Long enough” Your eyes meet and you suddenly feel very overwhelmed by his presence. It reminds you of how it made you feel: he smells good, looks good and something in the way his eyes sparkle makes your heart weep.
You clear and break the contact before sitting. After a waitress comes to take your order, you and Hoseok start talking, about everything and anything, getting to know each other a little, catching up and you realize that you two have surprisingly good chemistry.
“Well, for example, you ordered black coffee before I arrived. No milk or sugar. So I can say that you’re someone who likes to be efficient in every possible way. You like things to be done precisely in your work but also want to keep things simple there, which might be a reason for your success. You’re wearing a high-end sweater in a very trendy outfit and colour-matched your briefcase to your shoes, which tells me you’re also a very organized person. I didn’t do much research on you, just enough to know what you do for a living and how popular you are with the opposite sex, but based on what I see now I can guess many things about your personality” You conclude your little analysis with a smile and take a sip of your latte, living Hoseok speechless. 
Finally, he laughs “Wow, I have never been analyzed this way. Especially on a first date. That’s impressive! Did you study psychology ?”
Your heart skips a beat upon hearing the word date but you don’t let it show. “I was a bookworm as a teenager and my parents have a huge library where I spent most of my childhood. I think I have read dozens of psychology books. It helped me a lot in my college years and then in my work” You smile at him, avoiding mentioning that you read psychology books because you tried to understand why you felt so blue all the time as a child and also why your parents were so mean to you. 
“What would your coffee order say about you?” Hoseok asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. 
You smile mischievously.
“Well, I’ll try not to be too biased but I ordered a latte so I’d say that I am a people pleaser with a tendency to overextend myself and neglect my needs if I can help someone. I’m probably very generous and helpful but also very sweet and imaginative. I asked for extra foam on top, which could suggest I’m still a child at heart, or that I didn’t have a proper childhood with loving parents and all. I also wanted an extra shot of expresso inside, so maybe I lack sleep or I want my life to be bolder and more adventurous. I think that’s it” You smile at him.
After a brief silence, Hoseok speaks. “I’m sorry that your childhood wasn’t that great.” Hoseok puts his hand on top of yours. It might be a bit inappropriate for a first date with someone you barely know but, for some reason, everything feels right with him. "Chan mentioned it briefly when I had him on the phone the other day after he asked me to be your date for the family event. Life wasn’t hard for me either when I was a child, you know”
You grab his hand
“It’s okay, Hoseok. I’m doing fine now. I have my own place and everything far from my parents but I just have to come to their parties now and then.” You sigh “I still don’t know how Chan managed to convince you though. He can barely convince his mother to make him some dumplings” You laugh.
“I owed him a great deal. He let me crash at his place for almost a year after I broke up with my girlfriend when I was in uni. I was living in her apartment and the dorms were full. Since my parents were too far from the campus and I couldn’t find any apartments or frat to live in, Chan welcomed me in. If not for his help, I wouldn’t be where I am now” 
Your eyes grow big. Chan never mentioned it, which is quite surprising because he told you his entire life up to his first memory. 
“He never told me” Hoseok shrugs “Well, let’s not beat around the bush anymore! My family is organizing a big gala in three days. It’s an unspoken rule to come accompanied because the dinner turns into a ball when midnight hits. That’s cliché, right? Since my family is the host and my mother is a pain in the ass, I need a partner and you might be able to help me”  You raise a brow .
“If you’re willing to do this with me I promise to make it worth your while. There are a lot of influential people coming so I’m sure that you will be able to find some to do business with. It’s a win-win situation! I have a partner to dance with so my family won’t be on my back for at least a few months and you will leave the party with contacts for work. So, what do you say?”  You look at him with what you hope to be the best hopeful look you have, and his quick answer surprises you.
“I'm in!” 
Another Miracle ♪
He winks at you and you feel your heart giving up on you. “YES! I mean- great! I guess we just have to make up the story of how we met before I introduce you to my family, then”  
You try to remain calm because you don’t want to scare Hoseok off, but you’re screaming with joy interiorly. Or crying in panic. Who knows.
After about an hour of talking with Hoseok, you go back to your place with a very big smile on your face, very happy that you finally have someone to go with at the gala (and who might make the night a little bit more fun).
You and Hoseok message each other all night, exchanging information about your life and family. He tells you he is the owner of an emerging finance firm in the country, and that he has a house on the outskirts of Seoul where he lives when he isn’t working overseas. Hoseok has an older sister who got married last summer and a grey cat who’s probably in his house waiting for him to return. 
12 pm | Hoseok: He’s probably chasing mice and eating bugs, though so don’t worry about him starving or anything Y/n
His message makes you laugh.
Hoseok turns out to be a very funny guy who has a strong personality and thrives for the success he says he is slowly getting. You notice he never really talks about work and tries to be as vague as possible if he does and you’re very thankful for that because it’s a sensitive subject for you. Especially because your parents have put so much pressure on you to be the best in everything while never giving you any credit for your work when you were still living with them that you avoid talking about any work-related thing you do by fear of being a failure to the eyes of others. Plus, it adds to the mystery around him, making him a whole lot more attractive.
You’re very happy to see that you and Hoseok have a lot in common and you don’t know whether it’s because of the time or the fact that you can still smell his perfume but you react way too intensely to each of his messages and the blush of your face when he says that you look cuter than he thought makes you wonder how long can it take you to catch feelings for someone.
No, it can’t be. You are not catching feelings for your ‘one-night stand’. You tell yourself that you’re too romantic and that the foreign feeling in your stomach is just the excitement linked with the current situation, right?
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Hoseok arrived to pick you up at your apartment a little less than an hour ago. But he only found you in a mess of sparkly blue tulle and high heels, a glass of champagne in your hand and tears rolling down your cheeks. 
“I can’t do this, Hoseok. I’m sorry”
For someone introverted, you sure were telling a lot of personal things to this somewhat stranger-turned-friend. You tell him about how your mother called again, already blaming you for the bottle of wine your brother broke and every other little dumb thing that went wrong. You rant about how much she hates everything you do despite trying your best to satisfy her expectations. 
The whole time, Hoseok just listens, an arm around your shoulder and a hand wiping your tears. It should be weird for you to let a stranger become this close to you this quickly and anyone would tell you to be careful because he is still someone you barely know but everything feels right with Hoseok and you feel like you can trust him completely. You may be wrong but, for now, you just want to enjoy what is happening. 
When you manage to calm down, Hoseok tells you some fun facts about himself to cheer you up and then asks if you’re ready to go. You look at your reflection in the bottle of champagne. You’re definitely not ready. Nothing the magic of makeup can’t fix again, thank the lords. 
Once you’re sure to be ready, you pour Hoseok a glass of champagne. He is a bit reluctant at first because he will be driving but you insist.
“You’re gonna need it, trust me,” you grab your glass, fill it again and clink it against Hoseok’s.
“Cheers,” you say at the same time before drinking the content of your glasses. Champagne is going to be your way to cope tonight and you know there will be lots of it at the gala. It also helps calm your nerves, if you don’t abuse it. 
“Okay, we should get going.” You stand up and grab your jacket and your keys. 
Hoseok holds the door open for you and offers to carry your bag, which surprises you. “We’re supposed to play boyfriend and girlfriend from now on, right? So come on, Angel, let me help you.” His smile is so bright and heartwarming that it’s painful to see. 
The champagne must be acting up, right?
Or maybe it’s just the nerves and apprehension.
Right?
And Lord knows that you are nervous. And it shows.  “So, how did we meet?” You ask Hoseok as you rearrange his scarf for the nth time in the last ten minutes. 
Hoseok chuckles, his eyes leaving the road for a second to look at you. “Y/n, you’ve asked me the same questions over and over since we climbed into the car. You don’t have to be this nervous, it’s okay. Breathe”  
You try to breathe your nerves out “Turn right at the next stop” You guide him to the manor.
“The nerves are killing me, Hoseok. What if my family sense that we barely know each other?? It would be worse than if I came alone. Oh god, I should’ve drank more champagne” You carefully rearrange a rebel strand of hair in your bun. 
“No more champagne for you, Y/n. Unless you want to throw up at your parents’ feet, which I don’t think they would appreciate.” His comment makes you both smile. 
You turn your head and look at him; it feels like time slows. Your smile slowly fades as you detail his delicate features. If you weren't already tipsy from the champagne, you would’ve certainly blushed when he catches you staring. But you don’t mind, and it seems like he doesn't either. Has he always looked this glowing? A swarm of butterflies is set free in your stomach and, when your eyes fall down his lips, you can’t help wondering how soft they would feel against yours.
I’m too tipsy for this 
You shake your head and look at the road again. You need to focus. You are not falling for your old crush again. 
Yet somehow you are. 
You are because when your eyes meet his, your heart skips a beat and you can feel chills travel through your back. 
You are because the way he grips your hip and holds your hand as you two waltz through the dancing room makes you feel precious. And dizzy.
You know you are and you can’t help it. All it took was 3 days. 
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This night is going too smoothly to be true: your parents were charmed by Hoseok, he gets along well with your father and can hold a good conversation with pretty much any guest. The dinner felt like it lasted an eternity but you are thankful that Hoseok was there to liven it up. He made you laugh so much you thought you would choke on your food at some point. 
Everything he does is so infuriatingly adorable, it only makes you like him more. You can’t help a fond smile from appearing on your face when you look at him. 
"I’m such a cliché,” You thought as you ate the last of your dessert. 
But you don’t mind the cliché situation you are in right now, waltzing in a princess-like gown with your *previously old* crush whom you met again after 5 years of not seeing him, who is holding you a bit too tight for it to be innocent. 
You don’t know if it was because of the wine the alcohol in your veins, the excitement, or some kind of mutual attraction, but somehow between the moment you admitted to having a crush on Hoseok and when he said you were beautiful, you and Hoseok found yourselves hidden in the gardens, his lips on yours. Your grip on his neck tightens when his kiss deepens.
Well, that was not expected 
But definitely a welcomed miracle 
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Unfinished Work #60: "Untitled" (Finished)
I never felt up to publishing this, but I've been rewatching BoJack and felt it'd be good to put here! A little goodbye to an old friend between Hollyhock and Diane.
Title: N/A
Summary: N/A
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"Sorry about this," the horse said. "You're probably really busy with writer things."
"You wanna know what I was going to do before coming out on the porch to have a smoke and chat with you?" Diane asked dryly. "I was about ten seconds away from telling my husband I was going out onto the porch to have a smoke. It's not even half the inconvenience you think it is."
"Oh," she responded, and fell silent.
Diane let out a gust of lung cancer in a long, drawn-out sigh. Texas is pretty in postcards but hotter than the sun in person, with the added bonus of all sorts of creepy crawlies straight out of the official nightmare catalogue, but it's kind of nice? There's trees everywhere. Lots of open, bumpy land. The spider currently weaving its web a few feet from her isn't even venomous- it's an orb weaver of some sort. All in all, better than death.
It'd be nicer if her company talked, though.
"Let me guess," Diane prompted, making her jump. "You're Hollyhock, right?"
"Bojack told you about me?" Hollyhock asked, ignoring her question.
"He told all his friends about you. He was really excited to have family he didn't loathe with all his being."
"Oh," she repeated, softer this time.
"Relax, you're not gonna end up on his wiki page or anything. And, for what it's worth, I'm really happy to meet you in person. You're shorter than I thought you'd be."
Hollyhock looked at her hands, where her phone was situated, then back at Diane. "Bojack's told me about you, too. He talked a lot about a lot of things, but you especially."
"And that made you think I had answers?"
She shrugged helplessly.
Diane took another drag. "You want the truth? He's an asshole. Whatever you feel or suspect about him is absolutely vindicated."
"Yeah." she said. "But I miss him anyway. Isn't that... awful?"
"No? I don't think it is. I mean, the part that sucks about people is that they're more than just one thing. Sure, Bojack is a sleezy, emotionally-abusive jerk who's slept with almost every woman he's ever met, but he also sends stupid little text messages about stuff he saw on his drive home, and one time when he got drunk he sang the lollipop song and it was actually the prettiest thing ever, and he helps you pack even though he complains the whole time. He's all that shit."
"He once threw his mom's doll out a window."
"I know. He told me."
"He did?"
"He's always drunk-dialed me. Fifteen years now, and I'm his drunk-dial SOS." Diane considered her cigarette a moment. It was her first one of the day. A new record low. "I never met her, but I spoke to Beatrice twice- for his book."
"Oh, yeah, that thing. I never read it?"
"It sold alright, but it wasn't the next great American novel. Anyway, I called the retirement home to get a statement- got the phone number off of Bojack's long-time manager and friend Princess Carolyn- and called. This was before the dementia really ate up her brain- think, I dunno, almost nine years before you knew her- and she was still pretty sharp. I said, 'hi, this is Diane Nyguyen, I'm ghost-writing a novel about your son, Bojack' and she said, 'what, is he too lazy to write it himself'?"
Hollyhock winced. "Woof."
"Oh, I'm just getting started." Diane flicked some ash away. "We went in circles a bit, but eventually I laid it out for her. 'Mrs. Horseman', I said, 'I'm writing about your son's life, and as such I have called to see if you had any note-worthy stories or quotes you'd like to add'. She was pretty quiet for a minute. Then she said, 'sure, why not, I'm dying anyway. Might as well debase myself even more.' She told me all about her husband, Butterscotch-"
"Bojack never said much about him."
"There wasn't much to say, honestly. Bojack took after him and he always hated himself for it. Beatrice despised her husband for being unfaithful, bitter, and sexist. And she told me, 'now, put this in your little book, girl, and put it word-for-word. Bojack took after him, but he had the sense to be a bit quieter about it; which is a bit like saying the hissing roach is less disturbing to the eyes than the American one because it eats leaves instead of garbage. They're both insects, and they're both a waste of the paper their books were written on'." She paused. "Gotta say, she was damn eloquent."
Hollyhock winced again. "Double woof."
"It's the one story I never put into One Trick Pony. Not because I thought she'd regret saying it, or because it wouldn't fit the tone of the book, but because I knew it'd rip Bojack apart. Even back then, I was putting him above my own job. He has a way of worming into things like that." Diane stamped out the rest of the smoke, then pulled out another one. "I used to smoke like a freight train, but now it's only when I get worked up. Sorry about the second-hand."
Hollyhock was quiet again, but this time it was more pensive than anything else. "I... wrote him a letter. I actually don't even know if he read it, because he kept sending me voicemails telling me he would, but he never told me he did before I changed my number. I thought it'd be over. I thought I was moving on, but..."
"Moving on isn't the same as moving away," Diane said. "Trust me. I've packed houses before. But even now, I still find myself looking for him in the news, or thinking back to the good times we had."
"Mhmm. He tried to learn sports for me, you know? Because he wanted to cheer me on. And that still means a lot to me. But then I remember that interview, and I just... I just can't do it. I can't talk to someone who's done stuff like that."
"That's completely in your right! I know you're a grown-up, but you're still pretty young, you know? Bojack's in his fifties. His problems shouldn't be on anyone, but they especially shouldn't be on you."
"You won't tell him I came, will you? I know you're friends, but..."
"I think your definition of friendship is a bit different from us, kiddo. I mean, we haven't spoken in almost a year now. I just go see his movies, and he sends me long rambling reviews about my books, and we follow each other on social media."
"That feels like friendship," she concurred. "Mrs. Nyguyen?"
"God, don't. Diane."
"Diane. Did you and Bojack….?"
"Nope. But not because he didn't want to. I was dating when we first met, and married a good chunk of the time I lived in L.A. Now I'm married again. If I hadn't been... well, he would've tried, if nothing else."
"And you?"
She pursed her lips. "There was a time where I lived in his house and spent every day getting shitfaced drunk, and nothing skeevy happened. He'd come home, I'd be drunk and when was Bojack not drunk? We'd drink more and we'd watch reruns of Horsin' Around. I liked that. It wasn't healthy, but I liked it. And I liked him. I try not to think too hard about it, but... I dunno, honestly."
Hollyhock pulled her knees to her chest. "I came here hoping to find a way to stop missing him. Now I just miss him even more? I hate emotions."
Diane smiled. It was bittersweet. "Now you sound like a true Horseman."
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dykelawlight · 5 months
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5 mikami and 14 mikalight !
HEHEHE love these. Thanks!!
5. Fear headcanon (Mikami)
One thing I SINCERELY HATE about a lot of Mikami characterization is that it depicts him as this very sort of fearful, cowering person because of his deference to Light in the anime (particularly, I think, the bit of the warehouse scene where he's working from behind the door). Mikami does not scare easily! Mikami canonically had the shit beaten out of him over and over as a child by groups of boys significantly stronger than him (in manga canon it is explicitly stated that on one occasion he was stripped naked, beaten, and subjected to an attempted hanging from a tree) for doing what he believed was the right thing, and he just kept fucking doing it, as a skinny nerdy kid with few friends and what he perceived as no support from his mom. Mikami killed a guy on a bus in broad daylight. He is not a timid dude, except MAYBE where Kira is involved, and even then, he's prone to moving independently and acting on his own intuition. That said, I think when he DOES feel fear he becomes very existential and sort of bleak about it very quickly, almost disturbingly so. He is not a super mentally well person and can be prone to paranoia, particularly given that throughout his life it's seemed that an unknown force can read his thoughts and kill people he thinks badly of. I also think he's big into the idea of exposure therapy and is the kind of person who thinks that if you're scared of bugs you should let one crawl across your face so you can overcome your fear or whatever. Let me know how that works out for you bro!
14. Romance headcanon (Mikalight)
DREAMY SIGH!!!!!!! I love them. Honestly a huge chunk of what I like about them is how blatantly canonically attracted to Mikami Light is. Like he picks the dude off a TV screen after being ~mysteriously drawn~ to him out of a slew of Kira supporters. He spends a HUGE part of the time immediately after Mikami is introduced musing on how he picked the perfect surrogate actor. There's also whole bit of the phone call between them in e32:
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which is like. You cannot tell me this man is not ROCK FUCKING HARD rn. Also I think this is very much Mikami's first time experiencing this kind of thing! Not because he's not hot or thinks of himself as unattractive (he is, and he doesn't) and not even because other people don't know he's hot (they do) but because he socially positions himself in such a way that nobody has ever approached him to tell him they're attracted to him before and he's never approached anyone else for the same purpose. So I think when Light is very blatantly like "I think you're attractive and I'm interested in engaging with you in a romantic sense" (or whatever geek ass shit he would say because he knows the lines he pulls on girls aren't going to work) he's like ⁉️, but not in the sense of like, nerd guy getting hit on by hot homecoming king, rather just like...oh I didn't know this was going to happen to me and honestly haven't given it a ton of thought. I don't think he's a guy with a whole lot of secret romantic longing and fantasy going on (unlike Light who VERY MUCH IS) because, with the exception of his streak of religious fanaticism, he's pretty pragmatically-minded and likes to focus on things he perceives as actually relevant to his life, so when he first starts kind of crushing on Light he's like Oh so I just think stupid shit now? What the fuck? and attempts to get over it (thereby only making it worse). ANDDDD he thinks Light is divine and beautiful instantly but doesn't have a lot of context for what that means or feels like. And they kiss each other a lot and stuff. Okay. That's enough for this post
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ticklygiggles · 1 year
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look at my active baby *smooches* this sentence 9.“Buy some spheres on your way back!” is speaking to me, can I request it with our lovely XXX buddy couple? 😍
[25 Christmas drabbles] - entries closed!
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A/N: baby sugar pie honey bunch sweetie love 💕 aaaahh of course our beautiful and extremely hot boys dkdkdkff I hope you enjoy this! I love you so much! ❤️
Seo HyunSoo x Baek YoungChan - 9. "Buy some spheres on your way back!"
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"S-Spheres?" Seo HyunSoo blinked, pulling his phone away from his ear to check if it really was Baek YoungChan calling him, but, honestly, he shouldn't be so surprised by now.
"Yes! I bought a Christmas tree yesterday, but didn't buy ornaments," Baek huffed at the other side of the phone and Seo could hear metal sliding against metal. "Since you're on your way here, why don't you grab some ornaments? I trust your amazing design abilities!"
Seo frowned, "do you think my abilities should be wasted in-
"I have white lights! I'll be waiting for you! Hurry!"
"Ba-Baek YoungChan, you- ah..."
He hung up! Seo felt a vein bulge on his forehead. That Baek Young Chan! Always doing whatever he wanted! Who does he think he is to ask Seo to buy spheres for his stupid tree?!
Christmas Eve was literally in five days! What was the point of decorating a tree with five days to go?! Also, since when did Beak YoungChan celebrate Christmas? He had never mentioned it... and Seo had never asked him. It wasn't like he cared either way. Why would he care what Baek YoungChan celebrated or not? It's not like they were in a relationshi-
"Dammit."
A deep blush spread across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, even reaching the tips of his ears at the thought of his relationship with Baek YoungChan. They only were fuck buddies after all... fuck buddies that kiss on the lips.
"Dammit!"
"Ah, do you need any help, sir?"
"... I need red and golden ornaments, please."
"Of course, this way please!"
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"Ah! You really bought a bunch! I knew I could trust you with this!"
Baek YoungChan always did whatever he wanted... but Seo HyunSoo seemed to always spoil him in whatever he wanted too. Did fuck buddies also do this kind of thing? He wasn't sure anymore and he didn't want to think much about it, he wanted to ignore the tickles Beak YoungChan made him feel in his stomach and just wanted to think about how good sex with him was.
But thinking about that was also dangerous because the memories would make certain part of him tingle and in the end, Baek YoungChan was on his mind all the time even when he tried so hard to keep him out and not think about his annoying personality and his stupid smile and his huge hands and-
"Hiic!" Seo jolted when he felt a poke to his ribs as he was reaching up to place a beautiful red sphere on a high branch of the tree. He hissed and looked at Baek YoungChan.
Baek grinned, "I've been calling you forever! What's on your mind?"
You! You're on my damn mind and I hate it!
Of course he wouldn't say that, Baek YoungChan was already too full of himself, if Seo HyunSoo ever dared to say something like that- no, he didn't even want to imagine it!
"I'm thinking about how stupid you are."
"Hah? And why am I- ack!"
It didn't really hurt him. Seo made sure not to throw the sphere in his hand against Baek's nose too hard. He was surprised, however, when he saw that some of the glitter covering the sphere got stuck on the tip of Baek's nose and Seo HyunSoo couldn't help but start laughing.
"What- what are you laughing at now?!" Baek YoungChan frowned, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Seo covered his big smile with one of his hands. "Ahahaha! Your nose!" He said and Baek rubbed at his nose, the glitter now sticking to his hand too. "N-Now you reheally look like that reindeer from thahat song. Very festive of you, Baek YoungChan!"
Seo cleaned a little tear clinging to his lashes and he looked up at Baek only to find him pouting and looking just as silly with his glittery nose. He started laughing again.
"HyunSoo!" Baek YoungChan whined over Seo HyunSoo's laughter. "Well... If you want to laugh, then go ahead. I'll help you."
"W-Whahat? What do you m-mehe- ah! N-No, no no! Don't- ahahahaha! Stahahap!" Seo shrieked, his laughter turning frantic as he suddenly felt fingers pressing against his ribcage.
Baek was tickling him! He was usually good at holding his reactions when Baek YoungChan felt like being a prick and tickle Seo, but since he was already laughing and he was totally not expecting being attacked like this, he couldn't control his laughter, nor his movements, because his knees immediately gave out and he soon found himself on the ground among Christmas decorations and with Baek on top of him, chasing those spots under Seo's arms that made him lose his mind every time.
"B-Bahahahehek Y-YoungChahahan! Stahahap!" He laughed, squirming violently. "I hahahahate yohohou! Thihihis is hohow y-you thahahank mehehe?!"
Baek laughed, "I am thankful, but since you seemed like you wanted to laugh, I'm just giving you a good reason to do so!"
"N-Nohohoho! Nohohot thihihis!"
Agh! He hated that his body was so sensitive, but he hated even more that Baek YoungChan knew his body was so sensitive! He wanted to kick his perfect face to make him stop, but could barely do anything besides laughing his head off as Baek's fingers dug into his highest ribs, too close to his armpits.
"I'll kihihill yohohou!" He said between loud cackles, bucking his hips and kicking his legs and desperately trying to press his arms to his sides to protect his underarms. "YohohoungChahahan!"
"I'm listening," Baek purred and Seo felt his cheeks warming up. "Maybe if you apologize, I'll stop?"
Seo HyunSoo stubbornly shook his head no. "I wihihihill n-nehehever- GAHAHAHA! N-No! N-Nohohot thehehere!"
"Apologize for turning me into that stupid reindeer!"
Beak YoungChan saying that only made Seo HyunSoo laugh even more, remembering how painfully cute and adorable he looked with his nose covered with red glitter. Ah, he should've taken a picture.
"NOHOHO!" Seo shrieked when Beak YoungChan easily lifted one of his arms over his head and tickled his exposed underarm, sending him to hysterics. "Okahahay! OKAHAHAY! I'm sohohorry! Juhuhust fuhuhucking stahahap!"
Baek YoungChan did stop, but Seo could barely catch his breath back because he felt Baek's lips over his, drinking the residual laughter rolling off his tongue. They kissed passionately as always and Seo felt lightheaded, maybe because he was short of breath or maybe because he always felt like that when Beak YoungChan kissed him.
"Ah! What-"
"I think we'll have to continue our decoration later," Beak YoungChan said as they pulled apart, his hand rubbing against Seo's growing arousal. "I think someone really enjoyed me tickling him."
Seo HyunSoo blushed and he quickly shook his head, pulling at his trapped arm above his head and trying to push Baek off him.
"N-No! It wasn't because of the t-tickling! You kis-
"Shhh, open your mouth."
Seo protested, but ultimately did what he was told and he cursed himself mentally because Baek YoungChan did whatever he wanted all the time and Seo HyunSoo spoiled him in whatever he wanted too... Stupid Baek YoungChan!
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gh0st-0110 · 1 year
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Imagining a Tales From the Gas Station and Blood in the Bayou crossover. I feel like it would be a combination of the bitb plot and the second Halloween episode. Bugs, body horror, and drugs. Otherwise just the Gas Station being just outside of Galloway would probably make sense.
Jerry, Rand, and Kian would all be smoking in the back. Jerry and Rand especially.
Rand would avoid O’Brian because oh no a cop. At least until Jerry lit one up right next to her and she responded with something along the lines of “at least pretend not to be smoking like crazy-eyes over in the corner.”
Speaking of which you know O’Brian would have the mildly insulting nicknames for the three of them. My guess would be “crazy-eyes” or just “crazy” for Rand, “Elvis impersonator” or “rockstar” for Kian, and eventually would just call Rolan “bug boy”
Rolan and Jack would get along I think. But in that “How are you so calm” vs “you’re fucking insane” way that they are built for.
Rand criticizing Jack for not having a gun in the gas station. Jack responding with the classic “I’m not a gun guy.” Rand responding with “well you should be”
Kian and Jerry bonding over “emotional support golden retriever friend who everyone thinks is stupid but is actually very smart.” They would also be heavily flirting with each other. I’m sorry I don’t make the rules.
Jack and Rand briefly exchanging a “is that a hallucination or do you see that too?” “We both hallucinate things, why are you asking me?”
Jack being a little too unfazed when people start turning to goo. However he flips his shit when Kian or Rolan pick up the phone and say it’s a call from someone named “Spencer.”
Jerry making so many Molotov cocktails.
I feel like Kian and Rosa would be very good friends. I have no reason for this just vibes.
Rolan would argue about all of the gas station rules, right up until he experiences something fully supernatural at which point he enters badass mode.
Remember the time Jack Jerry and Benjamin were all trapped in the gas station by the trees and nudist zombies? That scenario but instead of Benjamin it’s the Nightmare Blunt Rotation. The smell of weed would never leave the gas station. Jack would loose his mind with both Jerry and Kian loudly singing whatever songs come to mind to “boost morale”
Rand would fucking hate the lawn gnomes but would attempt to weaponize them.
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rank dhmis characters from favorite to least favorite?
:D Gladly! Sorry I took awhile my laptop was having a tantrum and didn't want to cooperate
O A T S
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I love him so much he is the most complex and 5 dimensional character in the entire DHMIS series I loved that bit where he saved those orphans from a burning building.
2. Yellow Guy
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Look at him. He is exquisite. He's made of nothing but sunshine and lemon easter peeps and his brain is made of candy-floss.
Fr he is my favourite, for multiple reasons which are very intricate and personal to my being and if I said them all you'd be reading for about five hours.
The main reason is because he's one of my favourite tropes concentrate.
I'm an absolute sucker for the type of charater that tries to make the best out of dark situations. He... tries. Maybe he's the way he is because he's just too stupid to understand, but I choose to beleive that he knows but... pretends he doesn't. At least a little bit.
Also his design is gorgeous. I never liked the colour yellow but now it's my favourite ^-^
Anyways he is litterally my Blorbo
3. Duck
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My favourite lil' bitch. Skrunkly thang. Bastard.
What I like abt Duck is he's so widespread in his character.
Their like everyone's grumpy grandad, little old lady that knits you scarves for the winter, goofy uncle that lives in the woods with a shotgun and a bottle of whisky, sassy wine aunt, dad that reads the paper in the morning and has rthe worst dance moves ever, housewife mum from the fifties, little brother that wants you to look at his planes and moody big sister that wants you to gtfo of her room rn she's talking to Braydon shut up Braydons on the phone all in one.
He genuinely, desprately wants others to like him, to look up to him and see him as a friend. But they can never quite get there.
That's why they love anybody and everybody who loves them back, because not many do.
They're voice smells good also ^-^
4. Red Guy
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He's only this far down bc he looks like a used tampon to me and I can't unsee it, so the other two I hold at a slightly higher pedastal bc of it.
He's the cool guy, laid back and sad, and I like his swag.
But he canonically hunts wales for sport and I don't have much to say about him really, I like Red but he's certainly not my favourite. That doesn'y mean I don't like him though.
5. Roy
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Roy :) Worlds Worst Father. He has a cheese puff for a nose. He has contacted absolutely every sexually transmitted disease onto his person.
6. Colin
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Con da puter ^^^^^^^^^
My favourite teacher methinks. He's much more goofy and I love that abt him. Unlike the others he just seems to want the trio to have fun, if in his odd little twisted way.
He's just a little narccisistic kid really. That nerd that had pokemon cards that thought he was fresh af for having all the shinys.
7. Tony
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I love him sm I made a poem 'bout him:
Tony Tony
Macaroni
Pepperoni Pizzer
He likes traumatizing kids
I hope he never meets ya
8. Sketchbook
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The gg scenecore Manic Pixie Dreamgirl Creepypasta loving brony.
9. Shrignold.
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I hate to love him and I love to hate him >:3
10. Train
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^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ train
11. Lamp
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This drunkard really just stumbled in absolutely piss-faced and got the teching job bc nobody could get rid of him.
12. Furry Boy and his crab <3
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13. Steak
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My friend calls him Meaty Gusteau.
14. Spinach can
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I ran out of funny words I just think she's cool.
15. Bread Boy
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Look at this face. This is the cutest lil thang. Look at his drums. He exeeds talent.
16. Fridge
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Fridgy <33333 get away from me <333333333 ur scary <3333333333333
17. Micheal
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Mah boy just needs some love :o'(
18. This Tree
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19. This Stick
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20. Wow look a piechart!
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21. DIGITAL STYLE
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22. DO A DIGITAL DANCING, AIN'T THIS JUST FUN?!?!?!?!
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23. This bargraph I have no emotion for whatsoever.
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Why do you exist.
24. Paula
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25. Mean Steve.
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Mean Steve is a fucking cunt he pissed on my fucking wife-
26. THIS FUCKING THING
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Okay I love all the other characters but tHIS. This HEATHEN. I hate him. He invokes so much hatred in me you have no idea. I want to stomp on him. I want to set him on fire. I want both sides of his pillow to be warm.
Honorable mentions:
Shriggy's Lovecult, Mrs. Grenalds and the other weirdos in Clayhill, twin goblins Scaraboosh and Scaramoochie, The Pirate King, and whoever the fuck Jason is.
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dollyocaccount · 7 months
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THINKING ABOUT HOW KOJO AND MINJI AND THE WHOLE CHEATING PLOTLINE because I don't condone cheating irl but THIS STORYLINE FOR THEM IS SO FKWJGKWKFJE. Like, Minji working for Jaci for a bit and she and Kojo get close and she does try to stay loyal even if Heath doesn't make her happy anymore and Kojo does respect the relationship....until he sees the bruises, until he smells the salt from tears Minji wiped away when she heard him coming. When she would get into fights with Heath on the phone, Kojo would be in the trees, his nails digging into the wood with every disgusting name Heath called Minji until she cried and when Minji hung up and ran off crying, Kojo ripping off a huge piece of bark from the tree and being all: "I know I promised to keep my distance, sweet girl, but that shit doesn't slide on my damn watch." and he does run to comfort her but he also plans on how he can get her away from Heath. So he makes Jaci pair them up more and Jaci, being the goddess of lovers, is concerned about his plan but then she sees his reasoning and true devotion and so she does pair them up.
When Minji did well, Kojo offering her to take her shopping and when she would hesitaite, he'd end up getting her a gift anyways and how Heath wouldn't notice because he didn't pay attention to Minji. Or like, when Minji failed a mission, Kojo comforting her and assuring her that she did her best. NOT ONLY THAT BUT MINJI FALLING IN LOVE WHEN KOJO DOESN'T GET WEIRDED OUT OR ANNOYED BY HER TANTRUMS. He just crouches near her and when she's done, he's all: "You okay, meu fofinho?" and she's all: "Y-You're not weirded out by that?" and Kojo shrugs and he's all: "I have 'em too, they're just more...bloody."
AND THEN THE FINAL STRAW WAS WHEN KOJO STALKS HEATH AND FOUND HIM CHEATING. Like Minji introduced them before and Heath and Kojo hating each other instantly and the first thing Kojo notices is he has a perfume smell but its not MINJI's perfumes because Kojo def knows what they all smell like and they're very passive aggressive and Kojo following him and stuff and seeing him and he takes photos and sends them to Minji and he's her shoulder to cry on as he comforts her and tells her that it's okay and how she has every right to be upset and being all: "Minji, the guy is a fucking idiot. You need someone who can treat you better, who you can be with and not be scared of, who would absolutely kill your stupid boyfriend just so you could be mine."
and Kojo realizing he let the "mine" slip out and looking flustered for the first time but then Minji caresses his face and she's all: "You still want me? Even after I rejected you?"
And then he remembers who he is and puts her on his lap and kisses her neck before saying "I never stopped~"
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coolsomejet · 8 months
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Some notes on Space Camp
Welp, now the movie is out. I have so much I wanna say, but I’ll wait until it comes out on YouTube to rewatch the movie (because the UI on the PBS Kids app sucks) and also I have a college thing to do tomorrow and Saturday, so yeah. More in-depth posts will come later. For now, I’ll just do bullet points (Spoilers abound, obviously)
The writers finally remembered that Face 9000 exists, and he plays a critical role in relaying information about the Deshrinkulum.
The writers, however, forgot that Commander Cressida exists. She’s not brought up once, not even in relation to the Great Galacto. Well, I guess that’s the law of equivalent exchange.
Speaking of the Great Galacto, he seems to be a commentary on YouTubers/social media influencers that do stupid things and have an impressionable young audience. He’s a good guy, though. He’s also Scottish for some reason. Well, Uncle Zucchini is Brooklyn/Joisey, so I’m not complaining.
As I suspected, Jet’s insistence on working alone ends up making things worse for him. Of course, he just wanted to protect Sean, Sydney, and Mindy, but still.
I predicted that Jet would have a “break the cutie” moment in this movie, and I was right. He even cries at one point. Poor thing. It’s even sadder that it happened to such an optimistic character like him.
According to the song “Brother From Another Sunspot Mother,” Jet adopted Sunspot from a litter. Here’s the thing though: in the flashback, Jet looks like the same age he currently does. This goes against what was established in “Sunday Drive.” That Sunspot lived with the Propulsions since Jet was a baby.
The songs in this movie are really great. They go into all sorts of genres too. Ska (Dear Great Galacto), a Disney-style award bait song™️ (Brother From Another Sunspot Mother”), blues (“Super Hyperdrive”), a marching song (“It Takes a Team”), etc
The scenery shows massive improvement. The trees especially look more realistic, instead of looking like stage props like in the TV show.
Stella was handled better than I thought. Contrary to what her actress said, she wasn’t a “villain.” She was just a jerk, much like Mitchell was. She didn’t do anything to physically hurt Jet and the others or anything. And she becomes nicer by the end of the movie.
As for Mitchell himself, well, they didn’t handle them the best. He spends 99% of the movie trying to expose Stella and Jet, and acts like he hates them. He even vilifies them by saying that they’re plotting to take over the world or whatever. What the hell happened here? They just undid all of his character development?
A minor complaint I had about the main show is that there was a small amount of background characters, and when there were, most of them were white. It made it look like Washington had the diversity of a cornfield, when that’s far from the truth. However, in this movie, there are plenty of people of color. For example, Houston is Black, Aurora is Asian-American, and Dr. Chandra is Southeast Asian. Heck, there are even some plus-size characters in the crowd shots. That’s also a good thing, since most of the earthie background characters seemed to have the same skinny body type. Heck, even Stella is a bit brown, and her voice actress is Asian-Canadian iirc.
Dr. Bergs is back, as is Dr. Skelley. Dr. Rafferty doesn’t appear at all. Maybe it’s because her voice actress was too busy or unavailable. Who knows?
Lillian doesn’t appear either. 😔
For those who wanted Mitchlendez or Propulsean shipping moments, you’re out of luck. Mindy sneaks up on Mitchell just for old times sake, and he does lend her his phone at one point, but that’s it. As for Propulsean, Jet and Sean just have standard friendship moments in the movie. Nothing too shippy, and he doesn’t call him “Seanzo” once. It could be for one of two reasons: the crew decided that they hate the ships and tried to remove any “puppy love” subtext between any characters. The other reason (for Propulsean) is that LGBTQ+ characters in kids shows causes major controversies nowadays, more so than usual, with Ron DeSantis and his fascist friends accusing any kids show that includes LGBTQ+ characters of “grooming.” They even tried to take Work It Out Wombats off the air just for having lesbian mothers. Even so, I’m happy if Jet and Sean are just friends. 
Aside from the basic plot of accidentally going to space, it doesn’t actually have much in common with the 80s movie SpaceCamp.
That’s all, folks!
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saltygilmores · 2 years
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My Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls: Season 1, Episode 20 ("PS I Love You")
What happens in this episode: Rory's bizarre eating habits continue to entertain. Luke hates everything. Lane gets paired up on a science project with Dean, pity the poor thing. Lorelai plays with Luke's belt. Lorelai gives Rory a confusing speech. The people in Rory's orbit are sowing the seeds for her eventual failure in life. Lor and Max are back together, but having seen this show three times before, I know it's thankfully short lived. I call Lorelai "Lor" throughout this review and I sound like fucking Christopher when I call her that but I'm tired and these reviews usually take me 3-4 hours with no breaks. There is only one episode left in Season 1 and 6 more episodes until Jess shows up. Rory and Lorelai are playing a game at Luke's where they wait to observe the first three men to walk past the window, and pick their future husband. Lorelai must choose either the first or second man to pass by or get stuck with the third. The third man to walk past the window is Kirk. This scene was very cute and funny. Until it becomes Rory's turn and the first man to walk by is this toenail infection:
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I know I pick on Jess' wardrobe, but there's also this fucknugget, who wears the same outfit every single day. Some poor cow sacrificed its life for that stupid leather jacket that probably smells. Max is back. I don't really hate him or anything. I could just...do without him. Sigh. Max calls Lor at the Inn where they make about a dozen jokes about not wearing pants. L&M have apparently been having "very successful phone calls for the last few weeks" and now they are going back to dating.
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Lane drops a bag of nasty Salt & Vinegar Lay's potato chips on Rory's head in a way that really made me chuckle, if I wasn't a lazy piece of shit and I thought that more than 2 people were reading these things, maybe I'd make a gif. Rory is again indulging her gross Lay's potato chip fetish, and it was bad enough when it was plain Lay's, but now she's really crossed over to the dark side and is eating Salt and Vinegar Lay's. Is each episode going to feature Rory doing something truly bizarre with food? The last three episodes have seen her take a can of sprinkle cheese into her bedroom, eat a plain slice of French toast as an on the go snack, and now she's back to eating her nasty chips. Once I notice a pattern more than twice, I start keeping track. I just want to let it be known that I think Lane is very funny, intelligent, a good friend, and an all around cool person and I rarely have any issues with her. I think we can all agree that she deserved better. Lane: What are you doing tonight? Rory: Homework, homework, and more homework (hey, I thought you just said you had a job). You? Lane: "Going to meet my science partner." Dun dun dun. Rory is again boycotting Doose's and making Lane do her shopping because she might run into Dean. If these boycotts to the two main purveyors of food in town went on long enough, would Ror & Lor eventually starve to death? Can't they go anywhere else? There's obviously a Walmart somewhere nearby.
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Luke Danes, ever a devil with the ladies, is shopping for Rachel's birthday and picks out a kittycat pot holder that meows. I like cats, but if that potholder was a dog that barked, I'd marry him. I can't stop staring at those flowers Lor is holding, they are so pretty. Luke is off on a rant about birthdays, which turns into a rant about malls. And since this is one of my favorite Luke Rants of all time. I am going to transcribe it word for word. "I don't know how to buy gifts,okay? I don't like buying gifts. I don't like getting gifts. This whole gift giving/getting process is completely insane. Suddenly on a certain day, the level of my affection for a person isn't measured by the way that I treat them or what we share. Just because I didn't buy her furry slippers or a giant shoe tree, all of a sudden I suck. No malls! I hate malls! They underpay employees and sell overpriced merchandise! They contribute to urban sprawl! They encourage materialism! The parking's a horror! You drive in, you pay a buck to park and even if you're only there for 5 minutes...." And Lor fucking cuts him off and offers to shop for him. I wanted to hear him keep going, damn it! Luke is right to be concerned. If this were my gritty Gilmore Girls Reboot (working title either The Hollow or Gritty Gilmores) Luke's Diner would have either been turned into a Starbucks within a couple of years, or went out of business and crumbled because small town economies are fragile and their local government is corrupt. Luke, handing Lor his credit card: Nothing too out there. She likes simple. Clean. Nature. Elephants and candles. Can you find her a candle shaped like an elephant? Dean shows up at the Kim residence, walks in the door without knocking or ringing the bell (okay, fine, it's a shop so I guess I'll allow it) and Mrs Kim pops out of nowhere where she begins furiously interrogating him about his motives, causing Dean to spout "Geez!" This episode is so freaking funny! Lane was paired with Dean for her science project together (poor Lane) on "mold, spores and fungus" so I guess Dean will be the test subject. Mrs. Kim is none too happy and rightfully suspicious of Dean being in her home.
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If only more people would say this to him. You go, Mrs. Kim! Lane: I invited him over to work on our science project. Mrs. Kim:
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Can't stop laughing. Does anyone besides me think way too much about the lives of Lane, Dean, Jess, Shane, and Lindsay as they all attend school together? What is that like? Does this drama (which lets face it, for all 5 people concerned, is centered around Rory) ever continue at school or does it conveniently wait until the last bell rings? There can't be many students at that school so how often do they run into each other or have classes together? Do Dean and Jess have gym class together, where they throw dodgeballs at each other (or does Jess just make excuses and go smoke under the bleachers)? Where does everyone sit in the cafeteria? Were there specially trained counselors on hand at school after Jess murdered Shane? In my unrated Gilmore Girls reboot titled The Hollow, this would be thoroughly explored.
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I see all too, if by "see all" you mean I notice stupid shit like this:
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What is "Finger white cake" and why has it been marked down in price not once but twice? Now a real bargain at..38 cents? Come on in to Luke's and get your Clearance Finger White Cake. Dean: I'm sure once your mom gets to know me she'll like me. Lane: No, she'll hate you forever, it's nothing personal. Dean to Lane: Is this weird for you? Yes, this feels very weird. Oh, you were talking to Lane.
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Yes, going 5 minutes without hearing about Rory would be very refreshing, thank you.
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A stopped watch is still correct twice a day, and sometimes Dean Forrester has an intelligent idea. Rory found out Dean was at Lane's house and is having a snit-fit.
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This is how I look while listening to Max as well. Paris: I'm just making an observation. Rory: Great, we'll build a dome over you and jam a telescope in your head. SUCH A FUNNY EPISODE! Max and Rory are alone in a classroom, a foot apart, where he's telling her that he's concerned about her after her breakup with Dean, which Lorelai told him about without Rory's knowledge. This feels reeeaaaally super duper inappropriate. Rory also wasn't aware that Lorelai and Max were even talking anymore. This scene made me uncomfortable.
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Speaking of uncomfortable, but as in uncomfortable clothes... This scene is one of my favorites in the series. This episode is great (until it's not anymore).
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Guess who just walked in to see this? Starts with an R ends with an Achel. She is none too pleased to find out that Lorelai has not only been shopping for her man but that also she's fiddling with her man's belt.
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I just like this shot of Lane and her two cups, looking deep in thought. Rory has a tiff with Lorelai over the Dean Breakup/Max Reunion sitch and so she runs away to her grandparents' home without telling Lorelai. Max comes by the Ror & Lor residence, where Lorelai gets a call from Emily that Rory is at her house. He sees that Lor is emotional, vulnerable, and crying again. So he's either going to propose to her or try to sleep with her. Those are the only two options.
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This dark blue/denim shirt with the rolled up sleeves, blue hat, and wristwatch looks sooo hot on Luke! Why would you ever try to change him Lor? (I'm a huge rolled-up-sleeves & watches slut so this look really speaks to my lower half) Lorelai and Luke are both discussing how much they hate Dean but I only believe one of them really means it. Yeah, sure Lorelai, you want to key Dean's car. Whatever you say. Luke to Lorelai: "Coffee's on the house today." It's always on the house because Lorelai never pays for her coffee anyway.
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Hey, quit staring, his eyes are up top, Lor! Honestly. Perving is so sinful. The old one broke? Did Rachel tear it off in a fit of passion? Nah she never would she's boring as fuck.
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Tomatos Sign Spotting? No. Aww, Lorelai's going to visit her boyfriend.
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No you don't Lor. I think what you meant to say was "Let's make out in the employee break room." "You are going to be hard pressed to find another girl as fantastic as Rory." #JusticeForLindsay She is SO not convincing when we're supposed to believe she hates Dean. The DALA (Dean & Lorelai Affair) is just getting started. Dean is being a bratty little shit to Lorelai and raising his voice at her, but it's okay, he's not Jess. Dean tells his future wife Lorelai that he said I love you to Rory and all she did was sit there and he doesn't understand why that makes him a jerk. Oh I don't know, I think you may be leaving just a LITTLE bit of detail out here. Just a teeny weensy amount. Just a smidge.
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Justin Timberlake's creepy smile is making this scene all the more bothersome. What was a terrific and funny episode until now is going to crash in the last 5 minutes as it so often does on this show. As we hear one of the most confusing Lor-To-Ror advice speeches ever. In my humble opinion that no one cares about. Lorelai tells Rory that she talked to Dean, and I'm starting to feel really sad for Rory. Does she have any fucking autonomy at all? Lor is off telling Max all about her daughter's very personal business and butting in by talking to Dean, without asking Rory if it was okay first in EITHER situation. Rory looks defeated and even remarked earlier in the episode that she was tired of people trying to coddle her and protect her. Now, let's make this worse! Lor: "He said I Love you and you didn't say it back? That must have been rough on him." Um, FOCUS, Lorelai! Your daughter! Who the everliving fuck cares what your daughter's shitty boyfriend feels? Only you do because you want to fuck him. Lor: "I haven't thought enough about what I'm supposed to be teaching you." Oooh boy. This can't be good. I would expect a mother to say first and foremost, "It's okay to wait to say it until you're ready and not under pressure." and that only comes much later (sort of). My other issue is that Lor only learned a few scant details of what happened minutes earlier from Dean, who left a TON of things out (and you can totally believe everything he says), and Rory never went into any detail about why she couldn't say it (although Lorelai did ask her many times and Rory kept refusing, to her credit), so Lorelai decides she'll just fill in the blanks and guess what happened and launches her speech from there. I think the point of this weird speech is that she presumes Rory is afraid of commitment and can't express her feelings. Maybe this would sound better if she knew what Rory was feeling in the first place, instead of basing her shitty advice on a 2 minute interaction with Dean at a grocery store. I'm sure there have been a dozen interpretations of this speech but personally I thought it was strange and Lorelai just wants Dean and Rory back together so he'll be back in her home where she can fuck him.
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"It has to be right and real and has to take a lot of thought. I want you to be ready when it happens." Well, at least she said it, but she's sending mixed messages. Is it "put a lot of thought into it" or "just go for it"? Blah. It wasn't as bad as I remembered, and I'm willing to give Lorelai credit for the fact that she did try to talk to Rory several times and Rory wasn't at all forthcoming about what happened, I guess. I know it's trendy to hate on Rory but fuck, Lorelai sucks. Goodnight.
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ALSO THIS IS VERY LONG I WARNED U AHSHSHSHDHSHDHEJJR
• tom hates christmas. always does. it was already december 23, two days before christmas
• edd knew that tom would be doing stupid stuff like wrecking havoc, burning down beautifully decorated trees, crushing presents down, that kind of stuff
• he had to think of something clever so that tom wouldn't go ruin the celebration again, it was really exhausting. he NEEDS to be distracted... by something.... or someone
• suddenly, edd had a bright idea. jesse! he had noticed by now that tom and jesse may have a thing going on with each other, but never said anything about it
• edd was the only one who noticed them first being so, subtly sweet to each other, and witnessing tom overreact over the idea of liking jesse — his stunned and red face said it all.
• edd calls up jesse on the phone. a quick wholesome small talk ensued, after a few minutes he asks her for a favor
• "anyways, can you go out with tom, tomorrow?"
• huh!??? it was completely out of the blue. edd suddenly asking jesse to... to... go out with him?? wasn't she subtle about her adoration for him?? it sounded like he knew. but she digress
• edd's reason was that "matt and I are going shopping, and tom is gonna be ..... er... lonely by himself.... uh. yeah"
• (but in reality he really was begging her to keep him distracted from becoming grinch 2.0. he's bad at making reasons)
• that was ..... a very peculiar request. isn't he an adult already? he makes him sound like ton is still a baby. what a way to degrade a man's honor like that.
• "well, I mean.... I guess I can do that, bu-" her voice slowly trailed off into silence
• "GREAT. THANK YOU. SEE YOU LATER" and then edd signs out
• jesse stood there confused, that was incredibly odd??? but no matter, she did want to try to go out with him, she just didn't know how. but now with this prompt suggested by edd, she can't just let it slide — and the most fun holiday was just in a few days
• the next step was actually asking tom to go with her.
• it's probably best she texted him about it.
~~
• back in edd's house, tom sat on the couch minding his own business, and then his phone vibrated
• a message from jesse
• he couldn't help but, feel a little bit of excitement whenever he read that name. they rarely texted, and if they did, it was very short lived, but tom still cherished it
• still, he felt nervous because it was from her!! he was secretly admiring her too, how would you feel if you saw your crush texting you?? you'd wanna act cool even in text!!
• 'hi tom! :D' the message reads out
• he responded casually. 'heya, what's up?"
• 'its x-mas eve tomorrow, and i was wondering if you wanted to come along with me? maybe go to a mall? we can go buy presents for edd, matt and tor.d!'
• a tightness swelled on his throat. he's overthinking now
• xmas.... with her??? tom suddenly felt weird... he had huge distaste for this cheery holiday.... but with her???
• is this a date?? he felt nervous
• she didn't know about his opinion about xmas, nor does he wanna look like an asshole in front of her about it....
• he doesn't want to reject her either — he would love to go out with her anytime...
• ...
• ...maybe christmas doesn't sound so bad...
• he types out his response
• "oh sure, why not? :)"
• thank goodness did texting really mask their actual emotions and red tinted cheeks. but it's settled now
~~
• the next day, it's December 24. edd sleeps comfortably in bed, he's murmuring by himself.
• "mhm..n... christmas eve...."
• edd suddenly shoots up from his bed, eyes wide awake
• IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE.
• TOM BETTER NOT BE PREPARING HIS AMMUNITION FOR TOMORROW
• edd runs to his bedroom. he's not there
• CRAP CRAP MAYBE HE'S ALREADY DRAGGING HIS ROCKET LAUNCHER OUT
• edd runs out to the main door of the house. he's still wearing his pajamas
• as he kicks the door open. the area is covered in thick, white snow. and lo and behold — tom is idling in front of the mailbox, all dressed up
• "oh, good morning edd." tom had his hands on his pockets, his head turned back to see edd's terrified look
• edd pauses for a moment... he's going out?
• .... OHH SNAP HE ACCEPTED JESSE'S REQUEST!!!!
• edd played dumb, everything's under control now. he wiped off the nervous look off his face
• "morning tom, looks like you're going out today! where ya goin?" the smug face edd had plastered, ohh he's thriving so hard
• tom froze.
• "UH. NO, I AM JUST STANDING HERE"
• no he's not allowing edd to think he's on a date hell no he's not!!
• edd chuckles, ohh silly little boy he knows what's going on. but he'll let it slide for tom's sake
• "well, have fun standing there! I'm getting cola for breakfast" and edd walks back in, closes the door.
• tom sighs to himself. he's starting to wonder why he's here again, until a voice called to him.
• "tom, you're here!"
• that voice. in an instant his eyes quickly tries to scan for that, familiar sweet voice.
• his eyes lands on jesse, she's dressed in a fluffy jade jacket, and cute white ear warmers.
• he couldn't help but feel, soft inside. her cute stature and smile made him smile.
• "you look nice" he spoke up
• her eyes shrunk at the sweet compliment, she awkwardly twirls her hair and smiles
• "haven't worn this in a while, I'm glad you find it nice, haha" she chuckled
• she's so pretty. he thought
• ”shall we go?"
• he nodded.
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• they're in a mall now, as suggested by jesse
• the interiors was filled with christmas themed decorations, a big tree stood in the center of the building, jolly music surrounded the whole place. it feels so festive and bright
• tom cringed at this sight. eugh.
• but, it doesn't feel so, so bad? compared to last time? is it because she's around?
• tom looked at her, excitement filled her eyes, they were sparkling too. she's stoked
• gosh, he could look at her all day if he could
• jesse snaps him out of his trance
• "let's go look in here! maybe there's something here that i could give to matt!"
~~
• they're window-shopping, jesse scans every item available, she's really trying to find a gift for everyone. how thoughtful!
• tom wasn't really looking for anything special, he's just following her. he's not mad though, he's enjoying it actually.
• suddenly, he notices a rack with "mistletoes" labeled above. he stops to look at them. it look pretty.
• "ooh, mistletoes! they're really gorgeous" she notices him staring at them
• "what are these?"
• "...you don't know what are mistletoes?"
• tom shakes his head. he doesn't know. apparently hating christmas means he doesn't really know much about certain items
• "people usually like to hang mistletoes by a doorway, and if two people happen to stand on one together, they... they kiss!"
• "they kiss?"
• "yeah! it's really cute. right?"
• "huh, that's- that's cool"
• he ended up buying one after jesse finished shopping. he didn't show her though. who knows? could come in handy...
~~
• a few hours passed, they definitely had a great time bonding with each other, and being together alone.
• it felt like they truly got to know each other more, and their feelings for each other continued to swirl more
• jesse had to excuse herself to the restroom, so tom waited out for her. her shopping bags sat next to him.
• he was minding his own business, when he hears a couple pass by with an ongoing conversation
• "it's almost 12! we should go check the fireworks later!"
• "oh? where is it?"
• "it's at the outer area of the mall, it's the perfect view to watch the night glitter!!"
• fireworks... he should take her there to end the night
• and, maybe. maybe it was time he told her the truth.
• his face warmed with red, is he really going to tell her now?
• what if it backfires?
• 'am i going to hate christmas even more if things don't go the right way?'
• his worries gets shaken off into thin air when she comes back.
• "i'm back!" she runs to him, and picks up her bags of shopped goods
• "where do you want to go next? or should we go home now?"
• "actually... i heard there's a fireworks display starting soon..." he paused, and gulped
• "... do you wanna go there?" his voice got a little shaky there.
• "i'd love to" she nodded happily
• something about the way she said it, pulled his heartstrings too hard. she would "love to".
• walking outside, there's already a couple of people waiting. some are standing, sitting, and talking to others.
• there's an unoccupied bench, they both took the seat, and waited for the show to begin
• jesse suddenly felt cold, she's shivering a little. she tried to wear her jacket thoroughly and adjusted her earmuffs, but she still continued to shake in her seat
• tom couldn't just sit there and watch her freeze.
• not even saying anything, he scooted himself closer to her, and slowly placed his arm over her side and brought her closer. she jolted at the contact and felt a little flustered.
• "you could've told me you were getting cold" he teased her. that was smooth
• she was going to comment on his smug remark, but she simply thanked him and rested closely to him.
• 'tom. now's your chance'
• time to suck it up and say it here and now
• deep breath. breathe in — out.
• "jesse, can i say something a little odd?"
• "you're odd to me already" she joked. "but go on"
• he takes a moment
• "remember when we first met?" he started
• "i really didn't think we'd become friends from there"
• "i thought i wasn't interesting enough to be your friend"
• "heck, i feel like edd, matt and to.rd combined are far more interesting than me"
• "when you asked me to go out with you today, i-.. i felt — it means a lot to me, y'know?"
• "you're really kind to me. not just me explicitly — but even to my friends, it gave me this hope that maybe not everyone is absolute garbage here."
• jesse listened closely, not saying a word
• "what i'm getting at — jesse."
• he turns to her, and holds both of her hands. oh how she was not expecting this turn of events
• "i— i, i think i like you. and i'd do anything to take that next level"
• he said it, he did it. a weight off his shoulders has been lifted. he's been harbouring these feelings for months now. he needed to tell someone.
• he stared at her intently, his lips zipped shut and nervously expects her response. holding her hands firmly.
• meanwhile, as his words escalated, she almost knew what he was going to say, and she was ready to respond back.
• "can i say something a little odd, too?" jesse replies
• his eyes widened to respond to her
• "i like you as much as you do, tom."
• "i'd love to go further with you too."
• he was speechless. she felt the same way too. there's really nothing much he could say, but he smiled, and pulled her closer for a hug, she did the same
• suddenly, loud explosions can be heard, along with bright flashes in the sky. the fireworks started now
• the sky glittered the dark night with the wonderfully synchronized explosions. it was absolutely gorgeous.
• they looked in adoration, while still holding each other. she leaned her head on his neck. she felt comfortable now, there's no use in hiding how much she wanted to be close to him now
• he, in turn also snuggles his head on her soft hair, it was the best feeling in the world.
• "merry christmas, jesse"
• he said it, what a turn of events!
~~
• back at edd's house, the boys were also having a good time, because tom isn't doing anything stupid! loud music blasted their room as they all sung together happily
• edd started to wonder if things went well with jesse and tom, given that his friend wasn't even home yet.
• suddenly they heard door knocks — that must be tom!!
• "MATT, TO.RD!! GET THE PRESENTS" edd loudly whispered. the duo nodded and grabbed blue colored gifts and a party popper
• "okay, i'm opening the door. let's greet him in unison. got it?"
• "go on edd!" "we're ready!" the two responded
• edd swings the door open, and the boys were ready to yell
• "MERRY CHRISTMAS, TO-"
• tom fell down face first on the floor
• ????? what??????
• "tom??!" edd was confused
• "AAGHHH LOOK THERE'S BLOOD ON HIS CHEEK!" matt cried out
• tord leaned closer to inspect tom, he rolled him over to check his face. tom looked like he was smiling even if he's... unconscious?
• that's not blood.....
• ... is that a kissmark?
• "is that lipstick?" tord was confused too
• edd realizes.
• "looks like tom had a good holiday after all." edd chuckles.
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IT’S BEEN SO LONG I’M SO SORRY
nancy being the gun in her own metaphor…. yeah. truly. barb was really serving her purpose as a catalyst character (no hate to barb ofc! and it’s only because nancy was so emotionally tied to barb that the role worked but yknow. for what we saw of barb on-screen she was acting as a catalyst and a drag-both-wheelers-into-this kinda thing). on the other hand, it would’ve been an amusing sit-com style show if they added some element of nancy having no idea what’s going on. her and steve and maybe jonathan knows? but they Can Obviously Tell something’s up when their little brothers are visibly hiding something -> something turns out to be a small girl who was raised in a lab and has superpowers. mike making up the stupidest lies and nancy not buying them for a second but then again, who goes from “my brother and his friends are being weirder than usual” to “well damn ig they’re hiding the existence of a hellscape parallel universe”. tangent over lmao but you get the point !!
scuse you the writers are lit rally hinting at ronance becoming canon have you not seen these absolutely and completely real script moments . picture below. (/j but i wISH they would drop anything. one line,, one thought,,,, pls)
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THAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT RONANCE PART I THINK. nancy must come to the terrifying realization one day that she has friends again and. it sounds funny but god you know she would Freak Out over the idea of letting another person get close to her. but robin calling her up from family tree video to tell nancy about something that really, truly, could not have waited to be told. and nancy, smiling fondly the whole time and doing her little phone cord twirly thing !! and robin makes fun of nancy’s driving skills but only from a safe distance outside the car, and nancy narrows her eyes from behind the wheel of her very crookedly parked car and says “shut up”. gay. 
SOMETHING OF A DYNAMIC GOING ON THERE INDEED!! they have the brain and willpower to pull it off
OH MY GOD YEAH. the byers-hopper family… is one of those families that’s been hit so many times and they’re going to brave the apocalypse together as a family. and they’re warm and cozy like home-cooked meals and old lamps and blankets piled upon the couch. and then the wheelers are trying so hard to live the stock photo family life… ted wearing his stupid dress shirts from his rocking chair and reading the newspaper 24/7… the kids are all gay and they must know but none of them are ever going to say anything…. quite literally a nuclear family. the wheelers have literally modeled themselves after the thirty-second scenes in tv shows of “happy average suburban families” and that’s all they know how to do now
HADHSKFJSKF OHHHHH. god it was really a robbery. ronance supremacy but the s1 monster hunting trio vibes were unmatched. they would have been so good together. screw the duffers and their insistence that nancy is a simple minded teenage girl when it comes to high school boys. the fruity four from the upside down yeah sure!! but ALSO. the return of stoncy. 
yeah !!! i can’t quite pinpoint why it’s so central to her character, whether it has something to do with the roots of her journalism passion or not, but it’s been a recurring pattern for nancy to be drawn to the people who can understand without having to be shielded from the full truth. perhaps there’s some wheeler family thing going on ? the wheelers have virtually no communication skills but it sure would help if someone who you get close to is also aware of the lurking danger and :sparkles: shared trauma :sparkles: yknow. the mike point is so good and,, clearly they don’t talk about their feelings and fears with one another. but especially on nancy’s end because what could she possibly say to her younger brother that wouldn’t essentially imply she was upset that his best friend was alive while hers wasn’t? 
YEAHYEHAYEJSHF. she’s so intricate and now it’s such a connection. nancy wheeler brainrot. instead of brain there is nancy wheeler…. i love talking about her with YOU <3333
OH TRUE . they all need a metaphorically through shaking up and down. that house. that house!
and woah! me reveal?? probably unnecessary and i def could’ve just copied the link to the original post over but no matter the deed is done! please ignore the fact that i still have not nancy wheeler ified the blog i will eventually get around to it! besides tumble mobile phone browser logged out is really an experience <3
HEYYYY sorry for the late reply teehee
LOL i love the idea of nancy being in the dark for longer. i think it would literally drive her up the walls crazy until she figures it out and the notion of her figuring it out completely independently from everything else is pretty funny and would be an interesting concept!!! also the thought of if in season 1 nancy and mike had more interactions after both of them knowing about the supernatural but knowing the other knew and so they're both being dodgy and so weird lol
#REALSCRIPT but i'd literally believe it.....when they were walking in the upside down i just KNOW nancy was so mad at robin for running ahead and leaving her in an awkward conversation with her ex!!!! also they are definitely the kind of couple that locks eyes when someone around them is being annoying/awkward...having a silent conversation and slightly rolling their eyes and laughing about it later.........bitchy gfs!!!!!!!
NANCY HAVING TO REALIZE SHE HAS FRIENDS AGAIN AHHHHH it's so true and i think it would stir up such an interesting mix of feelings for her. like i love the scene where she's being questioned at the trailer park and everyone shows up and her face kinda collapses in relief!!!!!!! it makes so much sense why nancy would be the most on the fringe of everyone that remains in hawkins at the start of s4 (other than max) bc she pulls away and seems to think she doesnt know how to be a friend to anyone anymore. like even before s4 her quote "isn't it weird we only seem to hang out when the world's ending?" applies to her relationship with like everyone!!!!!
also robin making fun of nancy's poor driving and nancy is just like you do not even have a license. them fighting over what music to play (nancy wins like most of the time)!!! them always arriving earlier than everyone else bc nancy is very careful but she's also a total menace on the road. car hijinks!!
there is something so special and important to me about the thought of jonathan and will being secretly jealous of mike and nancy because they never have to worry about bills or money or college or whether their dad is going to be normal-terrible or scary-terrible. all the while mike and nancy are secretly jealous of the byers (and now byers-hoppers) because there is such an easy affection, communication comes so natural to them they dont even have to always put it to words, just an overall feeling of loving and safety and closeness that could not be more nonexistent in the wheeler household. and, like you said about nancy and her communication skills, that's a part of why nancy is so guarded, she just doesn't know how to be close like that with people. or maybe she does, or she did once, but it doesn't come easily. but by the end of s5 will have that beautiful found family and so many people in her life that she can be open to AND THAT WILL BE HER HAPPY ENDING NOT BORING MARRIED WITH CHILDREN I BELIEVE IT......
we are going to get stoncy next season steve and jonathan are going to fall in an upside down hole and robin and nancy have to figure out a way to get them out (i keep saying this)
as a fellow nancy brain rot haver did you also go through the 5 stages of grief when that supposed script leaked and it seemed like she was into the idea of 6 kids + rv life......IDC ABOUT SHIPS the complete character assassination that entailed i needed to lie down. also i was thinking about what an exhausting hiatus it was going to be if i had to defend her nonstop for the jonathan who? of it all. (side note that script being fake is so hilarious whoever wrote it is so nasty for "jonathan who?" and "i hate who i am" LOL)
HIIIIII BTW IT IS SO NICE TO KNOW YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! did you know that collectively we have written ~10k words just about nancy wheeler. new dsm entry just for us
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                              (—) ★ spotted !!  OLIVIA JAMES on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid ! many say that the 34 year old looks like CANDICE KING , but i don’t really see it. while the  ACTRESS  is known for being  CARING  my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be  BOSSY  i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song LOVER BY TAYLOR SWIFT  .
*   ◞  ╰   general   .
full name : olivia marie james ( nee richardson ) . nicknames :   liv , livvie birthdate / zodiac sign : somewhere in march during aries season . birthplace : houston , tx . sexual orientation : heterosexual . family :   emily richardson ( mother )  &  zach richardson  ( father ) siblings :  none relationship status :  married   children :  emma james ( daughter , 5 years old )  +  another daughter on the way pets :  golden retriever named sammy occupation :  actress . love language :  physical touch , deeds , words . + traits  :  loyal , caring , organized , valiant   &   courageous . - traits  :  bossy , stubborn , workaholic   &  controlling . aesthetic :  matte lipstick , family beach days , blowdried bouncy hair , lipstick stained coffee mugs , matte nail polish , freshly cleaned sheets , gentle touch , game nights , day drinking , sneakers instead of heels , long talks on the phone , mom vibes , oscars stocked shelves . muse inspo :   monica geller ( friends ) , haley james scott ( one tree hill ) , caroline forbes ( vampire diares ) , lorelai gilmore ( gilmore girls ) , prue halliwell ( charmed ) , amy santiago ( brooklyn nine-nine ) , leslie knope ( parks & recreation ) , claire dunphy ( modern family ) , dorothy zbornak ( golden girls )
*   ◞  ╰   quick history   .
ok so , liv grew up in houston with a loving , caring af family which set her values high from the start . the fam was never rich but they also never truly lacked anything ??  
it was clear from a rather early age that liv possessed insane talent when it came for acting , so after a couple of lessons , school plays  &  whatnot , her parents decided to relocate to california so she could pursue acting full time  (  which was a big thing considering she was just 5 , but they believed in her ! )
so obvi , since she was a cute lil blonde girl with immense talent , it didn’t take long for her to book her first big shot movie , &  soon enough liv was a household name !!
growing up , she was careful what she picked  &  even more careful of the company she kept  (  aka fame never got in her head that much )  so with that more blockbuster movies followed , so did appearances on tv , commercials , etc ... u name it ! she was basically hollywood’s sweetheart  (  think hilary duff grows up to be kate winslet or kate blanchett )  &  i have the list of movies she’s made  HERE  to make it easier for u :)) 
fast forward a couple of more years  &  now she’s a big a-list actress , is happily married  (  which is a shock itself for hollywood standards )  to the love of her life for about 7 years now (  think of blake lively and ryan reynolds on this one !! ) ,  has a beautiful daughter named emma who just turned 5 , owns a golden retriever called sammy ( american cliche what can i say )  &&  is about seven months pregnant with ANOTHER  baby girl !!
*   ◞  ╰   personality & cute facts .
not gonna lie she’s totally based off monica geller from friends  &  i regret nothing .
also a huge coffee addict (  surprise , surprise  ) 
wears glasses for reading  &  cleans when frustrated !! 
the mom friend of every group so .... will protect anyone who needs it .
doesn’t tolerate nonsense &  is quick to give u a smartypants comment to a stupid question or overall give u lectures on the bad decisions u make .
does not too well when she’s on the receiving end of criticism  &  hates admitting she’s in the wrong .
famous lines include  “ you did not just say that “  &  “ i told you so “
can do her makeup even drunk ;))
still cries like a baby when mufasa dies  &  susan forgets about narnia .
likes having a glass of wine every night before bed to calm her nerves lolol .
goes lowkey crazy during superbowl season bc .... she’s a big football fan .
a total momma bear  &  will hurt u if u hurt her family .
lowkey hates going to all the award shows bc the press always makes a big deal out of it meanwhile all she wants to do is stay home . 
her husband & her love cracking jokes / tease each other thru social media so they often post ridiculous pics / twitter posts  &  the fans eat it up !! 
*   ◞  ╰   connections  .
childhood best friend aka the rachel to her monica !! <3
a group of  FRIENDS  ( see what i did there fdjnrjtdg  ) give me ross , phoebe , joey & chandler pls !!
friends that often barbecue together on the weekends ?? 
hollywood couple friends !!!
maybe her first love ??  like a guy she dated when she was 14 , and it was totally cute  &  innocent
also exes she dated before meeting her husband  (  think taylor swift before she met joe alwyn ) <3
also co-actors on her films would be grand too !!
ok so since i know our group is full of QUESTIONABLE people , maybe someone she watches over , protects , lectures , etc ??  just let her be a mom friend pls !  
frenemies , coworkers , protective friendship , sibling like friendship , unfaithful friends  , unlikely friends , friends who used to be enemies , ex best friends , friends who balance each other out , competition , rivarly , friends by association , family friends , her husband’s friends :))
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