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chronically-autistic-dinosaur · 2 years

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I’m straight up not even editing these because they deserve to have their usernames shown. There’s a few with decency and common sense, but to blame a 23 year old’s career choice as the reason for his mental health issues is 💩.

1. NO ONE knows what he’s going through. Only Shawn does. Just because he appears ok on stage or in his IG photos, doesn’t mean he’s ok. It’s easy to fake being ok and happy. I can look happy in the outside, yet be fighting demons inside.

2. Saying this is a PR stunt is 💩. What does Shawn gain by faking being mentally ill? Something he has publicly spoken out about in the past?

3. He’s not being an “entitled rock star.” He’s taking care of himself. Something any NORMAL should do. He’s still a human being. He still goes through stuff. Being a musician does not change that.

4. Yes, it sucks that people bought tickets for tonight’s show and upcoming shows and now they may not be able to go to a new date. But good God, you make it seem like it’s all Shawn’s fault that he had a mental health breakdown. It’s not like he planned for this to happen. Get your parties out of a knot and have some sympathy for once.

5. His breakup with Camilla might be a part of this. But let’s not blame it entirely on that. Maybe he hasn’t quite gotten over the breakup and performing certain songs brings up memories. I don’t know. I’m not Shawn.

6. None of us are privy to the contract he signed. It’s quite possible it says he can cancel, postpone, etc tour dates when he wants for any reason at all. Also just because he was able to heavily tour prior to COVID (2-3 days with 1 day off) doesn’t mean he’s able to do that now. Maybe he thought he could. Don’t blame him for that. He’s not being “a baby.”

7. Not to armchair diagnose, but Shawn’s 23. The prime age for most mental disorders (aside from anxiety disorders) to manifest. He could have undiagnosed bipolar disorder. But yes, let’s belittle the guy for taking time for himself and getting his mental health in order. Wouldn’t want him to get the help he needs if he is in fact bipolar, right? Personally, I’d rather he did.

Anxiety and anxiety disorders are a disease and are just as serious as any physical illness. If he had come out and said he had COVID, comments would be different. But because it’s a mental illness and YOU can’t see it, you don’t think it’s serious or real and that he’s just trying to get out of touring. Like holy 💩 people.

Obviously he is going through some stuff. Would you rather wake up tomorrow and read that Shawn Mendes killed himself due to mental illness? Then you’d really be wishing he had taken time off for himself. Get your heads out of your butts and stop thinking about yourself.

SHAWN’S health takes priority over everything. HIS mental well-being supersedes you seeing him in concert. Let him heal. Let him get the help he needs-whether that’s therapy or medication or whatever. But don’t sit behind your computer screen and judge a 23 year old for making a decision that MOST won’t. He could’ve continued touring just to please you. He would have continued to deteriorate until it was too late and you all would have been like “oh noes. Why didn’t he take a break? We wouldn’t have been mad. His health is important.” Just stfu and gtfo.

I have anxiety to the point where I have to be medicated and I barely leave my house. I’ve had to miss work because of it. I’ve left my bosses and coworkers without a courtesy clerk because of my anxiety. Believe me when I say that it sucks. I can’t imagine being an artist and bouncing around from city to city and how mentally draining the whole touring process must be.

I’m not even a diehard fan. I know a handful of songs...and only 3 from beginning to end. Don’t come at me and say that I’m just defending him because I’m a big fan. No no no. I’m defending him because he’s human. I’m defending him because he is going through stuff…he has an anxiety disorder. How do we know he didn’t have some sort of psychotic episode? I’m defending him because I HAVE BEEN WHERE HE’S BEEN. I HAVE STOOD WHERE HE’S STOOD. I‘VE HIT MY BREAKING POINT. I’m defending him because until you have had to deal with an anxiety disorder (and not just run of the mill anxiety), you have NO right to judge someone.

Okay. I think I’m done now 😅😂

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cerise-angel · 3 years

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Rumor - Na Jaemin

College!Jaemin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, a little smutty, Coffee, Shower stuff, Bad roommates, cliché as hell.

Word count: 2060

Hi everyone!! Believe it or not I've been wanting to post this ever since Hot Souce, and finally I'm doing it! Let me know what you guys think, and yes I'm currently in NCT Dream hell.

Anyways, hope you enjoy it!

Constructive criticism is always apprecciated!

Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors, english is not my first language.

Thanks for reading!

The photo is from his IG, the editing is mine.

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Working on Saturday mornings really did piss you off. First you had to wake up at 7am, walk for about 10 quarters, change into that stupid skirt and apron and deal with your not so happy boss. You held back the urge of rolling your eyes when said boss came to talk to you.

“Table 04 is full. Is the kids from your college I guess?”

You looked into Table 04 direction. Oh God.

“Can’t someone else go? I’m kind of busy with the dishes.”

It wasn’t a lie. You really were cleaning the dishes. Ok you were almost finishing but there were other employees who were free and could have already went to Table 04. Your boss gave you a bored look.

“They asked for you.”

Shit. Feeling anxious you finished the dishes, trying to take the longest time. It took quite probably only 03 minutes though. You dried your hands on a cloth and tried to control your nerves before leaving the kitchen and heading for Table 04.

“Welcome to Cactus Coffee. How can I help you today?”

You voice sounded anxious and meek, and you hated yourself for that. You looked to the floor not being able to look at him in the yes.

“Good morning, Y/N. You should really wear skirts more often.”

You looked at Donghyuck and gave him a sarcastic smile. You really hated these uniforms, and you had asked multiple times to wear pants instead of the skirt, but your boss wouldn’t let you, because “it was against the franchise rules”.

“Yeah, you should too Donghyuck. Ready to order?”

He laughed at you, clearly enjoying.

“I want a medium latte.”

“Cool. You guys?”

Slowly all the boys ordered. A milky green tea for Mark, a cinnamon cappuccino for Jisung, a vanilla cold brew for Renjun, a strawberry Frappuccino for Jeno and a flat white for Chenle. You were almost leaving, relieved that he hadn’t talk to you, when Na Jaemin, oh so softly, tugged at your skirt.

“I want a white mocha please.”

You felt all the boys’ eyes glue to your face, waiting for your reaction. Your cheeks started to warm up and your palms and armpits to get sweaty. Jesus Christ. You answered back.

“Cool. Please don’t touch the skirt.”

You left as fast as you could, hearing Chenle’s and Donghyuck’s laugh at your antics.

Is not like you had a major crush on Jaemin. Is not that you hated him, or that you two had an unresolved romance. It would be a lot easier if you two already had a romance to start with. The thing is, you two had someone in common. Your roommate who was hooking up with Jaemin.

She never really tried to have a friendship or just a nice convivence with you. Since you moved to her apartment, she basically only talks to you to ask about the bills, or to ask you for help in Math. You cared a lot about it in the beginning, having tried multiple times to show her that you were open to her, initiating talks, baking cakes and all. She never really seemed to give a shit, so you stopped trying.

Things got even weirder between you two, on Thursday, while you were having a shower, Jaemin, thinking you were your roommate walked in. And you two had a shower together. And your roommate arrived and basically saw Jaemin drying your hair in the living room. And then she accused you of being a whore and three minutes later the whole campus thought that you had fucked Na Jaemin on the shower.

“Shit.” You muttered when you realized that you had done Jisung’s order wrong, for the third time. Thinking about what happened and trying to make a coffee clearly didn’t match. One of your coworkers, Ami, who knew about the whole story, came, like an angel, to help you.

“Y/n, I got this. You can stay at the dishes today if you want?”

You nodded smiling. Ami was really great at reading people, and since the whole bath situation she was helping you every time Jaemin, or one of his friends, or even your roommate came to the coffee. You stared at the clock in the wall, there were only more 2 hours to go. You could handle that.

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When the clock hit 1 pm you were free. Staying at the dishes meant closing the coffee, so you took your time while checking the cashier, taking the trash, turning the lights off and making sure no one had puked in the bathroom. Slowly you took off your skirt, putting on some jeans and a sweatshirt. You sighed.

You didn’t want to go back to your dorm, to see your roommate who would so nicely, call you a bitch and leave. You two weren’t close before that, but this was even worse. You also didn’t want to stay at the park, since the last time it happened Jaemin appeared out of nowhere and you had to leave, simply because you didn’t know what to do.

Finally closing the door of the coffee you cursed at him.

“Fuck you Na Jaemin.”

Different of what your roommate thought, and what the whole campus thought, you and Jaemin did nothing but to actually share a shower. You kept thinking why in the world you didn’t kick him out when he got in. But he looked so soft and nice and he said you smelled like strawberries and washed your hair and you really couldn’t argue. It was a very nice shower.

“I’m sorry.”

You let out a small shriek when you heard his voice. Your brain was screaming “GO HOME” and that’s what you planned on doing. Except he tugged at your blouse, and you froze on place.

“I really should not have invaded your shower that day. And I should also have told your roommate that we didn’t do it, and the whole campus.”

It was true. The minute your roommate called you a whore, Jaemin stood up and left, leaving you alone with her screaming at you. You felt angry and ashamed.

“Yeah, you should have.”

Jaemin sighed.

“Can you please look at me? I’ve seen you naked already there nothing to be embarrassed of.”

That’s when you snap. You turn to him, anger filling your lungs and veins before you speak.

“I can’t look at you and there’s nothing to do with me being embarrassed or whatever. You literally went to my apartment every week to hookup with her, and then out of nowhere, for your fucking mistake of not asking who was in the shower, she hates me, to the point she told to fucking move out! Plus, the whole fucking college thinks I’ve slept with you and did that like a bad person, since you were sleeping with my roommate. I’m not embarrassed I’m fucking mad.”

Jaemin’s eyes widened after your sudden rant. The moment his mouth opened the talk back, started to rain. You didn’t move tho. He was complaining you didn’t look at him, well now you were. And now he was the one looking at his feet, embarrassed.

“I didn’t hook up with her every week. It was one time, and then in the morning you helped me to use the airfryer and, God, that’s literally the only reason I kept going back. I wanted to see you. I wanted to touch you. It was heaven to me every time you were around, and she wasn’t there to try to kiss me. I gave you all the possible hints, how the fuck can you be so oblivious?”

Now your eyes widened. You had notice that lots of times Jaemin would come before her. You two would watch some TV and eat nuggets. Sometimes he would flirt with you, or softly touch your knee, or play with your hair. But that was just the way he was to everyone, wasn’t? You looked at him, and now he was pissed. You looked at your shoes, rain starting to pour heavily now.

“Fuck, lets go to my place.”

“What? No. You go to your place, and I go to mine, goodbye.”

Jaemin grunted, pulling you closer to him.

“Your place is 10 blocks away, mine is 2. Stop being so fucking stubborn before you get hypothermia.”

You held back your words. He had a point.

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His place was quite neat. You took your soaked shoes and he gave you a pair of slippers to walk around. Jeno was in the living room. You blushed.

“Jeno, I’m going to shower. Y/N too.”

Jeno only nodded, too fixated on the videogame to even listen properly.

You followed Jemin into his room, and after you close the door you spat.

“Im not going to shower with you again Na Jaemin. Don’t even think…”

He kissed you. His warm, soft lips were begging for your response, and after some moments you gave in. He sighed relieved while his hands descended to your waist pulling you closer against him. God if he could merge your body with his he would.

You put your hands on his chest, trying to get some distance so you could think, process and perhaps talk, but Jaemin wasn’t interested in that, pushing you against the door, pressing his warm body against yours.

You couldn’t resist anymore, so you finally put your hands on his shoulders, softly bringing them to his neck, then tugging at his hair. Jaemin moaned, pleased.

“Shower.”

You said softly, when his lips left yours. He nodded, hugging you and walking sloppily to the bathroom. His bathroom smelled like fennel soap, which you weren’t expecting. Jaemin slowed down, turning the shower on, and helping you get undressed. You felt your whole body getting hotter when his hands traced your spine.

“I’ve seen you like this before but is such a blessing that I can see it again.”

You had sure your legs had turned into slime at the very moment, but somehow you managed to keep yourself straight. Jaemin smiled at your flushed face and gestured towards the shower.

“Let me turn it on, it has a little secret to get warm water.”

You giggled. Jaemin turned on the shower and pulled you closer to him, below the hot water. His skin was a little cold, and in a bold moment, you decided to hug his back. You pressed yourself against his skin, feeling a little feverish. Jaemin felt goosebumps run through his body, and turned in your embrace, facing your glossy and now wet face.

Jaemin kissed you, softly and slowly, as if he were testing the waters. You put your hands on his neck, pulling him even closer, and he did the same, wrapping his arms on your waist. You started to feel dazed, the heat of the water and Jaemin working on you. His hands were everywhere, on your breasts, your waist, your back, your ass. Slowly, you started to do the same, touching him, gluing your lips to his neck, moaning his name.

You touched his member earning a low grunt in response. His hands went back to your ass, rubbing and squeezing it.

“Do you want to fuck me in the shower?”

Jaemin smiled, nodding eagerly. His hands, oh so slowly, made their way to your thighs, picking you up. You two were so close to actually doing it, then he slipped.

“Oh shit, shit.”

Jaemin dropped you, in a desperate attempt to not fall on his ass. You started laughing, and helped him to steady in place, admiring how adorable he looked frustrated, with his ears becoming hot red, and his face in a shy smile. He hugged you close, laughing with you.

“I think, we could just have a shower first.”

You agreed still smiling.

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“GODDAMN IT JAEMIN!!”

You felt Jaemin smiling before even looking at him. So, after you failed attempt of shower sex, you both had a slow hot shower. And the hot water kinda ran out. Jeno had finally discovered, which made him curse Jaemin.

“Should we do something about it?”

You asked turning on the bed to face him.

“Not really on my plans.”

“What is on your plans?”

Jaemin gave you the most satisfied look, his hands finding the way to the hem of your newly put on shirt.

“You.”

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tashgoose · 3 years

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softbiker · 5 years

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Born to Run - Chapter 7

Warnings: some language, people being sneaky, bad editing

Word count: 3k

A/N: This chapter feels like filler, but it’s filler that moves the plot. Some people are hiding things. Some people are dealing with things. The slow burn continues. As always, let me know what you think, and thanks for reading!

She sat on Bucky’s couch, both hands wrapped around a mug of coffee.

He was on the phone in his kitchen, voice harsh and angry, as he had been for the last half hour. When she had finally calmed down from her panic attack, he had scooped her up with a nearby blanket and carried her across the street, settling her on the couch with another blanket. While he brewed coffee and yelled at someone on the phone, she took the opportunity to look around his home - noting the sparse arrangement of furniture, lack of photos on the walls, lack of anything that could really be called decor. She watched her own thoughts float by, unattached. How was this a real person’s home? How was she here? What the hell is going on?

Bucky reappeared minutes later, having hung up his phone, and strode to the front door, checking his three locks. Three locks, in a town like this, would have seemed like overkill until an hour ago. Until someone upended her house and her life.

He was still pacing near the door, hands running through his hair and tugging slightly at the roots, breathing deep and measured. However funny and kind he had been at the clubhouse tonight, he was all business now. The scowl on his face deepened as he muttered softly to himself, worry lines etched into his forehead.

“Bucky?”

Her voice pulled him out of his head, eyes snapping over to her face.

“Can I -” she cleared her throat. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course.” He wiped his hands on his jeans. “It’s just down the hall, on the right.”

She thanked him, leaving the coffee and blankets behind as she stood from the couch and padded down the hall to where he pointed. He watched her go, chewing his lip, eyes strained and sad.

His phone buzzed in his pocket just as she closed the door.

Steve R.: She’s ok though?

Bucky: Yeah. Shaken up but fine.

Bucky: This was why I didn’t want to do this. You should have listened to me.

Steve R.: I know. I’m really sorry. We’re on our way over now.

Bucky: Ok.

Another buzz.

Sam Wilson: Reaching out to Stark. I’ll let you know what I hear from him.

Bucky Barnes: Good. Tell him to move his ass or I’ll take care of it myself.

Sam Wilson: Don’t do anything stupid. We’ll be there in 10.

Y/N shuffled out of the bathroom, eyes red and glazed, and Bucky shoved his phone back in his pocket. Giving her a shaky smile, he led her back to the couch, sitting on the coffee table - a reversal of their positions just 2 weeks ago.

“So, listen.” He rubbed her arms a little, reached for the discarded blanket and tucked it around her shoulders again. “I know you’re tired, but I’ve called the police, and we’re going to need to talk to them first, okay? And then you can sleep here on the couch if you want. I called Steve and they’re coming over here - Nat and Wanda can go get some of your things?”

She was only staring at him, not responding, her eyes flitting over his face.

“Or - well, actually, we could take you to the clubhouse,” he fumbled. “Shouldn’t have assumed, you don’t have to stay here with me. You’d probably be more comfortable with the girls-”

“I wanna stay here,” she blurted, surprising both of them. She blinked a few times, throat working to swallow. “I’d...rather stay here...with you. If that’s okay?”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah, of course that’s okay.”

When the police arrived, they questioned her much less than she imagined - who had access to her house and how long was she gone and were there any valuables missing. A kind-looking detective with a thick mustache patted her hand and kept her interview short, while a couple more officers went through the house, taking in the scene.

“Now, Doctor,” the detective, O’Conner, sighed heavily. “Can you think of anybody who wants you gone? The graffiti says ‘leave now’. Who wants you to leave?”

Y/N licked her lips, eyes sliding to Bucky who was standing near the hall with his arms crossed. He had refused to leave during the interview, and the officer hardly protested, preferring to get on with the investigation. But what could she say - how much was she allowed to say? She’d joined a biker gang and now had a target on her back? She might be in danger because of the Avengers, but what would happen to them - to her - if she ratted to the cops?

“Doctor?” Detective O’Conner was still watching her, his graying eyebrows drawn together.

“No one,” she shook her head. “No one that I know of, at least. I...I barely even know anybody here.”

O’Conner nodded. “Yes, you mentioned that you had recently moved to the area, correct?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ve had no...run-ins with the locals? Made no enemies?”

“No.”

O’Conner scratched his head and sighed, putting his notebook back in his pocket.

“Alright then. Well that’s all I needed from you right now. You should get some rest - have you got someplace to stay?”

“She’s staying here.” Bucky piped up, still glowering from his place across the room. Detective O’Conner pursed his lips and nodded.

“Okay. You folks rest up. We’ll call with any news on the investigation.”

Y/N thanked him and Bucky showed him to the door, leaving his locks undone this time. He glanced over his shoulder at her, tucked into the corner of his couch - smaller than he had ever seen her.

“So, um,” Bucky scratched his head. “Let me get you some sheets and you can sleep there on the couch, okay?”

Y/N just nodded, eyes vacant, as he made his way to the linen closet in the hall and pulled out a set of sheets and a quilt. Standing to the side, she watched him spread the sheets over the couch cushions, tucking excess fabric down underneath so it wouldn’t bunch underneath her. The top sheet and quilt followed, with a corner folded down and a pillow beaten to proper fluffiness. A part of her, the part not still in shock, was touched by his efforts. Most of her wanted to pass out.

She crawled under the covers, let him put the extra throw blanket over her feet when he mumbled something about the living room being cold. He flipped the overhead light switch, leaving only a lamp on in the corner of the room, and let her shift and sigh and settle until she finally grew quiet, breaths slow. He watched her breathe for a few minutes, a crease between her brows even in her sleep. He really hates himself for this.

Outside the house, he hears Steve and Sam pull up.

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Low voices are floating from somewhere behind her, maybe the next room. She leaves her eyes closed though, content to stay in her hazy dreamlike doze, only half-awake. Scraps of her dreams float behind her eyes - a beach, a faceless man - none perfect but none bad. The quilt is bunched up under her chin, where she had tugged at it in the night when she got cold. Snuggling further into the fabric, she got a deep whiff of the scent, one she didn’t recognize. Did she change detergents? And when did she get a pillow like this? And-

She bolted upright when it all came back.

The clubhouse.

Bucky’s hips between her legs.

His eyes when she said goodnight.

Her house. Her house.

When she rounded the corner into the kitchen, four pairs of eyes were on her. Sam, Steve, and Natasha all sat at Bucky’s kitchen table, with the man himself standing by the sink with a pot of coffee. Their faces ranged from concerned to sympathetic to curious; as they took her in, head to toe, Y/N realized what a picture she must make with her slept-in makeup and messy hair and yesterday’s clothes. She curled in on herself a little, self-conscious, and stayed in the doorway.

Bucky was the first to actually speak.

“Good morning.” He gave her a soft smile. Unlike her, he had changed his clothes - an Army t-shirt and baggy plaid pajama pants, making him look unbelievably soft. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes,” she croaked, embarrassed at the hoarseness of her morning voice. She cleared her throat. “Yes, thanks. I slept pretty well. What time is it now?”

“Just past 11.” Steve checked his watch. Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull.

“Eleven o’clock? Oh god, oh my god - I’m so late-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Bucky soothed, holding up his hands. “I called the clinic for you this morning and told them about what happened to your house. They’re letting the nurse practitioner cover your patients for today. Everything’s fine.”

“Oh.” Her heart continued its panicked beat as her mind caught up with the situation. “Oh. Okay then.”

“I brought over some of your clothes,” Natasha spoke up, leaning her elbows on the table. “And a toiletry bag. Toothbrush, makeup, that kind of thing. The lock was still broken on your door so I just let myself in - sorry about that.”

“That’s - that’s really nice, thank you.”

“Are you hungry? I can make you breakfast?” Bucky glanced at the clock on the oven. “Or brunch I guess.”

Y/N rubbed her eyes and winced at the crunchy feeling of her mascara.

“Um, I think a shower first. And then maybe food.”

“Sure, that’s fine,” Bucky nodded. “You can use my bathroom actually - the shower is bigger.” He pointed her to the end of the hallway where his bedroom was. After grabbing her toiletries by the door where Natasha had left them, she scurried off to the shower, eager to wash off the last 24 hours.

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Bucky waited until he heard the water running before he pulled out his chair and dropped down at the kitchen table.

“So. What the hell are we gonna do about this?”

Steve scratched the back of his neck, looking exhausted. The bags under his eyes pooched further when he stared at the wood of the table.

“Buck, we’re so close. We’ve worked on this for a really long time - we can’t blow it.”

“This will be a huge score for me, too,” Natasha added. She had thrown her hair up into a bun at some point during their all-nighter. “You guys know how Ross has been breathing down my neck on this one.” She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. “I say we wait it out and finish the job.”

Bucky’s look was scathing.

“You’re telling me you wanna fuckin’ let this go? Are you serious right now?”

“There’s a big difference between letting it go and biding our time.”

“Not to her!”

“Look man,” Sam cut in, holding a placating hand between them. “I know that this felt...personal to you, but there are always risks in this business. You know that.”

“Of course I know that but - fuck - this isn’t about me!” Bucky was incredulous. “How the hell was she supposed to know, really know, the risks of helping us? Huh? Did anybody sit down and spell it out?”

“I mean, you did go over there and nearly bleed out on her couch,” Sam offered.

“That’s different. That’s not - she wasn’t threatened by that. But this, I mean, they broke into her house! What if she had been home? What if -”

“Buck.” Steve interrupted his tirade, stern eyebrows leveling at his friend. “I think we all appreciate the danger she was in. But I also think...you know how dangerous it is to get attached in this line of work.”

Bucky scowled.

“I’m not attached. Caring about what happens to an innocent woman is not attached.”

“And it’s really nothing more than that?” Sam challenged, brows tilted in a skeptical look.

Bucky opened his mouth to protest but nothing came out - his words lodged in the back of his throat, threatening to choke him. He gaped at his friends for a moment, floundering. Of course that was all it was. There couldn’t be anything more than that. Not for his sake, or for hers.

Steve sighed heavily, with that world-weary gravitas that never seemed ridiculous on him, and leveled a tired look at his best friend.

“Whatever the case, we can’t let this get in the way of finishing the job.” He spoke slowly, tone almost condescending. “If we - if you - take this personally, go looking for revenge, you could blow the entire operation.”

Bucky’s eyes rounded the table, looking at each of his friends in turn. He was outnumbered. Outvoted.

“Fine,” he shrugged, his scowl settling deeper. “Fine. I guess we do nothing.”

**********

She grabbed a towel from the counter and wiped fog from the mirror, revealing her smudgy, damp reflection above the sink. Her face was clean now, but traces of mascara blurred around her eyes, making her look ragged and tired. Which was fitting, considering how she felt. Her palms pressed into her cheeks, breathing deep the steam-filled air.

In the sparse bathroom of a man she barely knew, she walked through the steps of her beauty routine, happy for the stability, the familiar tasks. She rubbed in a moisturizer and brushed her teeth, tapped concealer under her eyes. Tiny rituals to put the world back under her feet, instead of Bucky’s cold bathroom tiles.

Bucky was just about to knock on the door when it swung open, revealing a startled Y/N towel-drying her hair.

“Oh!” She jumped back half a step. “Sorry, you scared me a little.”

“I was just going to ask if maybe you were ready for breakfast?” Bucky had the good grace to look sheepish, tucking some of his hair behind his ear. She had changed into a pair of leggings and a college football sweatshirt. Just her, without her lab coat or scrubs or protective professionalism. A soft girl shuffling her feet on his bedroom carpet. A victim of his lies.

“Breakfast would be nice - what’s cooking?” she sighed, attempted a smile. He nearly fell over himself in relief.

They sat across from each other - his other houseguests showed themselves out - eyes meeting over stacks of pancakes. Bucky had made his specialty, homemade blueberry pancakes, and he even warmed the syrup before setting it on the table.

“It just doesn’t make sense - why would you put cold syrup on a hot pancake?” he insisted.

“Wow, I had no idea your feelings on pancakes were this strong.” Her sarcasm dripped like the syrup from her fork.

“Hey. It’s the only way to eat pancakes. I’ll stand by that.”

She just smiled, shaking her head at his intensity. Sitting down at the table with him felt so normal - like it had at the clubhouse last night. His soft smiles and light teasing worked like a charm; in spite of what happened, her home violated and her own life threatened, she was laughing in his kitchen, soaking extra syrup into her pancakes and smiling at him over a fresh cup of coffee.

“So I was thinking -” he started around a mouthful of pancakes, but was interrupted by her phone vibrating on the table. When she saw the caller ID, she sighed anxiously and grabbed the phone.

“Hi, Mr. Van Horn.”

“Afternoon, ma’am.” He sounded tired, and she couldn’t blame him. “I’ve heard about what happened at the house and I wanted to call and check on you - was anybody hurt? You alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine, they broke in when no one was home.” She fingered the rim of her coffee cup as she spoke.

“Well...that’s good at least.”

“Yeah. Listen, Mr. Van Horn, I am so, so sorry about this. Really. I-I know your mother’s house was very important to you and I promised to take care of it, and now this has happened-”

“Now, don’t you worry about that,” he cut her off. “I know it wasn’t your fault. And it’s just a house. But...well, I’ll know more when I get a look at the damages, but I’m afraid you might have to find another place to stay.”

Her heart dropped out of her chest.

“Oh.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“I’m very sorry,” he hesitated. “It’s just that, with what the police have told me, the house is gonna need some serious work, plus new furniture and dishes and things, before it’s livable again. I don’t mean to leave you stranded out here, but I’ve got no idea how long all of that is gonna take…”

“It’s alright, really. I understand.”

He apologized profusely, despite her reassurances, and even offered to let her stay with him and his wife, which she also declined. When the old man finally hung up, after refusing to let her pay for the damage, she dropped her head into her hands.

“God, what am I going to do?” she whispered, mostly to herself. She had practically forgotten Bucky was still sitting there, watching her with sad, soft eyes.

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be fine,” he insisted. He shuffled a little in his chair. “Actually, I already asked Steve this morning if...it would be alright for you to move into the clubhouse.” Her head shot up and he scrambled. “Just temporarily! Until you find another place. There’s a few spare bedrooms we keep made up for anybody who needs a bed, so you could just take some of your things up there. Nobody would mind.”

Y/N blinked at him.

“You want me to move in...to your clubhouse.” He nodded, and she blew out a harsh breath. “I’m sorry, I don’t know...I don’t think I can do that.”

“Hey. Look at me.” She met his eyes over their now-empty plates. “This is our fault. What happened to you, your home. It’s the least we can do.”

“I-I can’t ask you to-”

“You’re not asking, I’m offering.” Without thinking, he slid one of his hands across the table to cover hers. “I - we will take care of you. I promise.”

His eyes were so sincere, his hand rough but warm on top of her own. She took a deep breath, then two, and swallowed.

“Okay,” she nodded. “Okay.”

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"Hahaha. A friend pointed this out. W online shops too!" What does this even mean?! I don't know anyone in 2020 who doesn't online shop besides my 80 year old grandparents because they refuse to learn how to use a computer 😂 I don't get how Will, a 30 something year old man, online shopping is worthy enough for Abby to comment on it. I'm sure Chris does it too. And Darren.

On Nov 5, Darren wrote this post and the cc fandom lost their shit.

They decided that organizing 10 costumes for multiple events in two different states for two different people was not worthy of acknowledgment- especially since they wore several purchased costumes. They spent the next 30-ish days mocking her “online shopping skills” like the petty idiots they are and now they bring it up two months later.

Anonymous asked: this is funny, C posted a photo of beard, D posted photos with the beard. Almost like they were sitting next to each other and saying “ok ok I will say this”

ajw720 answered: The only difference, C controls his SM and the bearding, D does not, but they knew the Halloween post was coming when C posted his belated b-day wishes (not that he acknowledged they were late).

It really is, if you can remove the very human, tragic element, like a script for a really bad D Movie. C posts “Happy Birthday, Babe!” a day after the man’s actual b-day and “D” praises his fake bride for MAKING TEN costumes. Sure praise her if she actually designed them and sat with her sewing machine. No, she went online and ordered things (I doubt she even went to a store). And 3 couple costumes were cheap frankly. The only thought was how narcissistic she could be in their execution (as @flowersintheattic254pointed out even the Mario costume had a reason, it was a reminder of Japan and the fake encagement by referring to the ad that paid for their trip there).

And seriously how are people not questioning that she spent the entirety of her month picking TEN costumes? Who has time for this? I know, i know, a person whose only role in life is to play fake plus one.

I am just so tired by D in particular being utterly dragged down by the useless dead weight by his side and his team’s sole ambition to promote her and make her sound like a decent person.

If they wanted to praise her, maybe they should have forced her to participate in the zero waste initiative instead of sitting drinking by the pool or have her volunteer to help young girls who have been kicked out of their homes, or have been raped. Or pick any cause and truly volunteer her time to promote it. If she is not going to actually get a job and pursue a career, please force her to do something that is actually of value and contribute something good to the world. But to praise her for picking TEN costumes?

Praise that comes from a man who this year alone won three awards, is starring in a show he created and wrote the music for, has his first big movie premiere this week, is exec producer and star of a huge show on N/etflix, just announced his starring role with 2 A++ lists actors next spring on Broadway, celebrated the 5th anniversary of the festival he created, volunteered his time for the zero waste initiative, performed at several charity events, and was just yesterday name limited series actor of the decade. Where is the praise for him from his “bride”? He at least deserves it.

How do they not see how ridiculous it is for someone with D’s accomplishments in 2019 alone praise a person for purchasing TEN costumes for Halloween? And stans, how do you accept that this is right or normal. You really know nothing about him and have such little respect for him as a person if you continue to accept the character his idiotic team has created on his behalf. It is so far from the person he is and that he generally holds himself out to be when given the opportunity.

This isn’t about being a “gay fetishist” or “hating woman” this is about wanting for D to be fairly and accurately represented and no longer forced to participate in this stupid, life sucking game to promote a person that contributes absolutely nothing to the world. If you want to have a strong female role model, there are so many, i’ve talked about a few in the past few days (thus far Nancy, Lea, and Phoebe) and will continue to do so, but please stop worshiping a person whose sole reason you are speaking about her is her connection to D, even if you refuse to accept it is fake.

klainecentric Finished reading the funniest ig story of the day, the qween being praised for sitting in front of either a sewing machine or computer...bravo your majesty qween....your my hero well done.👏👏. And all I can think of is how irrelevant the statement D made about being an emotional horder, being a very private person and finally D saying he's lazy when it comes to social media, I'm internally screaming in frustration because yeah we know D wouldn't have written a post praising that lazy good for nothing waste of space but he's coming across as a lier and it's extremely damaging to his character as a person. I absolutely hate lying and every time another "private" moment is posted to the world is another small piece that's chipped away from what D has originally stated about privacy. PBB, nobody cares about your cheap arse highly flammable costumes you buy online, did you forget about your piano baby adult strip club. I'm sure there are still plenty of people out there you can hire to rub and flaunt their flanges all over the beer taps, why don't you keep busy on that instead. If you want to make costumes, I'm sure you can sew some mighty fine titty tassels together. It'll be cheap nasty, sound familiar.

souly So, let me get this straight. We should all praise a person for going online, looking up different costumes in online stores, putting those in their shopping basket and hitting “buy”? Because I do that at least once a week with other stuff. Do I get praised for that now? Pretty please? I’m doing good work there and buy a lot of stuff, therefore I must be the best person ever!

notes-from-nowhere You’re my Queen. Please, love me.

souly

(I think I got it right. I’m getting the hang of what said person is doing. Wheee! ;))

notes-from-nowhere You nailed it 🤣

ajw720 Yesterday I got a delivery of car food. And instead of his usual seafood mix up greats, I got him shrimp flavor. I’m awesome!!!!!

souly Oh, hey! I think we should all take pictures of whatever we bought online during the week or month and make individual posts on all of our social media accounts about it. Because, you know…

cassie1022 I picked up stuff I ordered online at Target and PetSmart. Does that count? Should I receive accolades because my cat will have fresh litter to do her business on?

souly Only if you post the pictures to prove it! ;)

ajw720 As soon as I get home. Pictures forthcoming. Shrimp cat treats and I also got a burgundy blanket for my new comforter!!! Life goals!!!!!!!!!!!

souly Okay, so, let’s see… What did I buy online during the past month that can be shared as pictures? Some things are gifts, so I obviously can’t post anything about those yet. But I think these here are safe.

Let’s start with one of my fav new shirts. (Excuse the grainy quality. I had to quickly edit it for privacy reasons. :p And yes, that’s a butterfly mirror.)

The rest are behind the cut to save your dash from drowning in too many pictures. ;)

cheekyface72 You’re my queen from now on…

ajw720 I think emmy/sag/gg/CC winner DC should write a post @soulypraising your awesome, amazing, unparalleled online shopping skills! You earned that praise. That cat toy is particularly spectacular.

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Just A Taste of M’s Amazing Online Shopping Skills that are worthy of such Praise

ajw720

Super Mario with inflatable Dragon $54.66 (x)

Princess Peach $78.99 (x)

chrisdarebashfulsmiles. i can’t

flowersintheattic254. When you add the fact that the wedding was sponsored so heavily, and her history of outfits I think it shows Mi@rren is something that’s always been done very much ‘on the cheap’.

From work vacays (honeymoon included), RC ‘glue gun’ looks, thrift shoes and subsidized weddings.

It’s BUDGET BEARDING!!!

leka-1998. It’s not worth more than this, that’s for sure.

notes-from-nowhere We are so ungrateful. She worked hard to find the gloves.

I bet she had to click on another link to find them. She deserves another accolade.

ajw720 @flowersintheattic254 Budget Bearding! I LOVE It! (and something tells me D’s SW costume in particular was far cheaper than either of these).

souly That Snow White dress can be found for about $25 in a ton of online shops. I stumbled upon it even before Halloween way too many times. 😂

@notes-from-nowhere The plush question mark block can be found in a couple online stores like this one. She simply glued it onto some gloves - or asked L to do it with that glue gun of hers.

flowersintheattic254 Well funnily enough I think we may have confirmation that 🚽🚽 glued on the puppies so I guess YES to the question mark block too!!!

cassie1022 They can’t even glue things properly. Why am I not surprised?

leka-1998

So, so amazing. Bow to the kween and her not so helpful helper.

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There are lots more...I figured enough of your brain cells died reading the ones I posted. On Nov 30 she is STiLL bringing it up”

Anonymous asked:

Whenever I see miarren gifset they always use the same quote underneath (the rolling the windows down quote) and at first I rolled my eyes and thought uh not that quote again, and I can't believe it took me this long to realise it's because there is literally no other quote that can be construed as loving. You can hardly put down "she's a big girl" whenever you make a set of gifs with M beaming and D looking like someone murdered the dog he's allergic to.

ajw720: And I love the Emmy quote as it was an absolute reference to his character who was a psychopath. Pretty telling if you ask me. But that reference is over their heads.

And pretty much the only one. Guess saying he’s a ball and chain kind of guy isn’t romantic. They can’t even take pooping exes as he clearly steered the conversation away from her. Lovely lady of many moons? Nah she sounds like a stranger. Saying nothing changes after marriage? Sounds boring. It’s a struggle. But hey she’s an excellent online shopper that he done got hitched to!!!

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ML: Are They Worthy? Chapter 41: Second Chances!/Re: Reflekta

Vlad was walking with Beyyo to Master Fu’s parlor. “So, is Daizzi always like that?” Vlad asked.

“Pretty much” Beyyo answered. “He’s just so overpowering. But he does have everyone’s best interests in mind.”

“Sounds like he’s a perfect match for Rose” Vlad said.

“Yeah” Beyyo responded. The two walked in.

“Vlad? I wasn’t expecting you” Master Fu said.

Vlad looked around. “Marinette didn’t tell you?” Vlad asked.

Master Fu shook his head. “She hasn’t shown back up yet.”

“Huh. Well, things got a little complicated. I’m returning the pig miraculous” Vlad said, handing it to him.

“I see” Master Fu said. “Thank you.” He took it.

Marinette ran into the parlor. “Sorry Master. I was busy checking up on the aftermath of the situation. Anyway, Vlad should be here soon with the pig miraculous.” Marinette was breathing heavily. “But here’s the tiger miraculous.” She handed it over. “Oh, hey Vlad...Vlad?”

“Hey Marinette” Vlad said. Marinette groaned. “Relax. You did good. I just needed to come here early because of Bunnyx.”

“Bunnyx?” Marinette asked.

“Yeah” Vlad said. “You know that trick she pulled?” Marinette nodded. “Well, since I’m not affected by miraculous powers, sometime tonight, I am to be sent backwards in time so I don’t exist in two places at the same time.”

“I-I didn’t know” Marinette said.

“It’s fine. I brought this on myself” Vlad said. “I willing bent the rules a little bit, so now I’m paying the price to keep it balanced. Now, I just need to find a non-conspicuous place to hide. Anyway, seeya tomorrow!” Vlad left.

“You seem upset, Marinette” Master Fu said.

“Yeah. I was kind of hoping that with the five or six full time heroes, we wouldn’t rely on more part-time heroes as much” Marinette said. “But I just brought in a new one today…”

“It’s OK Marinette” Master Fu said. “Do you trust this person?” Marinette nodded. “I admit, reducing the amount you need to come here isn’t working as intended, but more allies will be helpful during the final confrontation of Hawk Moth.”

“Yeah, but who knows when that will be” Marinette said.

“We will find Hawk Moth” Master Fu said. “Once you start thinking we won’t we won’t.”

Marinette smiled. “Thanks Master. Well, I’ve gotta get going. Good night.” She left.

Judgement Wolf made his way to the top of the Arc du Triomphe. “Well, no one will notice me up here.” He lied down. Suddenly, he warped through time on his own to the minutes he missed that day. “That was weirder than expected. I wonder if Beyyo feels the same.” He then saw a figure dashing around the rooftops. “Is that Hawk Moth? I promised I would stay still, but this is a good opportunity to make up for missing out that day.”

He rushed to follow Hawk Moth running away. Hawk Moth kept running father, but Judgement Wolf could tell that he didn’t know he was behind him. Soon enough, Judgement Wolf was able to close the distance, but as he was about to hit Hawk Moth, he was warped back to the present. Judgement Wolf sighed and said “Second chances are overrated anyway.” He then gasped. “That is, when they’re out of your control...yeah. Yeah I think I saved it” he said, to no one in particular.

Judgement Wolf made his way to Rose’s house and snuck into her room. He knew just how to test Rose. “Wolf Mist!”

It was class picture day. Rose just loved getting her picture taken. She couldn’t wait. However, she heard her friend Juleka say something to get her down. “At least you’re going to be in the photo.”

“No, Juleka, I'm telling you, you're not jinxed!” Rose told her “This time it's gonna work out, I can feel it, right here!”

“What's this about being jinxed?” Marinette asked.

Juleka sighed. “Ever since I was little, every time someone takes a photo of me, something always goes very wrong.”

“You're wrong Juleka, you'll see!” Rose said.

Marinette jumped in. “For sure! We'll do everything we can to make sure it goes right this time. Don't forget to smile!” Juleka smiled.

The photographer was setting up the class. He initially forgot about Juleka, but Marinette got him to get Juleka in the photo. Rose like Marinette’s kindness, and she was really impressed with her new found sense of courage. She thought if Marinette wasn’t so into Adrien or she wasn’t so into Juleka, or perhaps her pipe dream of Prince Ali, she might ask her out.

Chloe was complaining about their arrangement. She wanted to stand next to Adrien, which is where Juleka was standing. There were some troubles with the camera, which caused the photo to be delayed. Juleka needed to use the restroom, and Ms. Bustier allowed it.

Rose could hear Chloe and Sabrina whispering. “Ms. Bustier, I need to go too!” Sabrina said.

Rose immediately knew what was going on. “Me too!” Rose said.

“Alright, but make it quick” Ms. Bustier said.

Rose rushed to the bathroom. She passed Sabrina on her way there. Juleka was struggling to get out. There was a chair blocking her stall. Rose wasn’t sure why there was a chair in the bathroom, but she didn’t have time to worry about it. Rose freed it and opened the door. “I missed the photo. Didn't I?” Juleka asked.

“No, but we have to hurry!” Rose said. She grabbed Juleka’s hand and the two raced back to the courtyard Rose and Juleka took their places, and Chloe got angry.

“OK, say spaghetti!” Vincent, the photographer, called.

“Spaghetti!” the class called out. Chloe still smiled, despite the fact that she was angry. The most important thing was Juleka had a good class photo, and she knew it.

Later that night, Chloe broke into the school and made her way to Principal Damocles’s office. The pictures were going up online tomorrow, so this was her only chance to “fix” the photo. Chloe found her class’s photo and began editing. She took Juleka out completely and replace her with herself. “There. Now the picture is just right” she said.

The next morning, everyone went to check on the pictures, only to discover what Chloe had done to everyone’s shock and horror. When they got to school, the first thing Marinette did was yell at Chloe about this. Chloe insisted she didn’t have any solid evidence to back up her ridiculous, utterly ridiculous, claim. Marinette was furious.

Rose looked on. She wondered why Chloe would do such a thing. She hoped Juleka was alright. She saw Luka coming in, went up to him, and asked “Hey Luka. Where’s Juleka?”

Before Luka answered, the somber look on his face told her everything she needed to know. “I’m sorry Rose. Juleka isn’t coming to school today.”

Rose was extremely disappointed. Chloe had better have a good explanation for this.

Meanwhile, in Hawk Moth’s lair, he had just found his latest victim. “Poor girl, feeling so lonely and ignored. How terrible it must feel that you don't even exist. Come here my little friend. Fly my vile akuma and give this transparent soul a voice and a vision!”

The Akuma flew into Juleka’s room. Juleka was sitting on her bed crying her eyes out. The akuma flew into her wrist mirror. “Reflekta, I am Hawk Moth! From now on you will be the only one people see! No one will ever ignore you again! However, you must do me a favor in return, when the time comes!”

“Yes Hawk Moth!” She transformed into Reflekta. She took a good look at herself and headed off to school.

Marinette and Chloe were still in their shouting match when Reflekta first arrived on the scene. “Chloe Bourgeois!”

The two girls looked at Reflekta. “Who are you?” Chloe asked.

“Take a good look at me because I am your future face!” Relfekta said. She aimed her wrist at Chloe and transformed her into a Relekta-double. Marinette ran away.

Chloe was horrified. “What in the? Do you realize how much my outfit cost!?”

“You should be thanking me! You look a thousand times better looking like this!” Reflekta said. She then laughed. Reflekta went all around school, transforming people to her likeness.

Eventually, she got to where Rose was and Reflekta transformed everyone around her. Rose was scared at what her friend had become. Reflekta walked up to her and said “Don’t worry Rose. I’m not going to transform you. You’re perfect just the way you are!” Reflekta gave Rose a kiss on her forehead and went on her merry way.

Rose was confused. She walked out to the courtyard to see that Cat Noir had shown up. Just as he was about to Cataclysm his way out, Reflekta hit him.

A few minutes later, Ladybug showed up and demanded “Juleka, stop this now!”

Reflekta retorted “I'm not the Juleka nobody notices anymore! Now, I'm the unmistakable Reflekta!” She waited a few seconds before continuing. “I'm sure you'll love your new image, Ladybug!”

“Thanks but no thanks, I prefer the one I've got!” Ladybug said.

“Are you sure? Ask Cat Noir! I'm sure he loves his new look!” Reflekta said. She aimed at Ladybug but she kept dodging. Eventually though, Ladybug was cornered.

Just as Reflekta was going to change her, Cat Noir said “Time to face off! Catch her!” the other Reflekta-fied students surrounded Reflekta, making it impossible for her to change Ladybug.

“You're no match for me Ladybug, this will all be over soon for you!” Reflekta said before escaping.

The people who had been transformed were worried about their transformation. Ladybug assured them “Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, these shoes are killer on the feet, my lady!” Cat Noir said.

“Cat Noir?” Ladybug responded in disbelief.

“Excuse us, move out of the way” Cat Noir told everyone.

Ladybug asked “Cat Noir, is it - is it really you?”

Cat Noir responded in his usual way. “'Course it is! Can't you tell by my swagger! Am I still the cat's meow or what?”

“I-uh... I don't know what to say!” Ladybug said.

Cat Noir replied, “How about a thank you for getting you out of that tight spot!”

Ladybug laughed “Sorry Cat Noir but you - you just... you just don't look like yourself! But uh... thank you!”

Cat Noir smiled “You’re welcome. And in case you've forgotten, we've got to de-akumatize Reflekta!”

“We? You're powers are gone, what are you gonna do? Throw your shoes at her?” Ladybug laughed again.

Cat Noir smugly said “Remind me who just saved you a minute ago?”

Ladybug told her partner “I have to find Reflekta fast! You'd slowed me down!”

“Maybe, but you know, sometimes I do have ideas” Cat Noir reminded her.

“Ok, sorry, yes?”

Cat Noir pointed out “I don't think taking on Reflekta face to face is the best idea unless you want a facelift too.”

Ladybug thought about it. “You're right and that gives me an idea!”

She grabbed Cat Noir, but before the two took off, Rose went up to them and said “Ladybug! Can I come too? She said she wouldn’t transform me. And she’s my friend…”

Ladybug approached Rose “Sorry, but it’s still too dangerous.”

“I understand…” Rose said, dejected.

Ladybug realized she needed to cheer Rose up. “Look, I’m going to be busy enough carrying around Cat Noir as it is. I can’t worry about him AND you at the same time.”

“I’ll be fine” Cat Noir said.

“I’ll believe that when you can walk 10 feet in those heels without tripping” Ladybug said. Cat Noir rolled his eyes while Ladybug giggled. “But more importantly, Reflekta is a villain now. And villains go back on their word all the time. But I will give you a hero’s promise: We will get you friend back! The best thing for you to do is be safe. For us and your friend.”

Rose smiled. “Thank you, Ladybug.” Ladybug and Cat Noir took off. Rose then began to walk around. “Chloe?! Chloe?!” She was going to give Chloe a piece of her mind once she found her. Fortunately for Chloe, the only good thing about being transformed for her was that Rose could not pick her out from a line-up.

Rose gave up and decided to do the next best thing. She snuck into Mr. Damocles’s office and sat at the computer. She looked through the files and eventually found the original image. She deleted Chloe’s photo off of the school website and replace it with the original. She added the caption “Attention! Due to some prankster’s idea of a joke, the original picture had been altered and uploaded instead of the original image. We are rectifying this now. Our sincerest apologies. We are looking into the incident.”

“And done” Rose said, making it public. The magic ladybugs flew around, fixing all of the damage caused by Reflekta. Rose smiled.

Ladybug got an alert on her yo-yo. She checked it to see the update to the school website and smiled. “Thank you” she said. She went over and showed Juleka the change. Juleka gave Ladybug a hug and Ladybug hugged back. She then asked “Could you take this girl back to her school please, Mayor Bourgeois?”

“Yes, of course Ladybug!” the Mayor answered

Ladybug said “Thank you! See you later Cat Noir! Bug out!”

Hawk Moth was cursing his latest attempt. “You might've pulled it off today, Ladybug but everything is not as it appears to be! Watch out Ladybug! I'll destroy you when you least expect it.”

At school, Marinette was fidgetting. “What’s up Marinette?” Rose asked.

“Well...I know that the original photo got uploaded, but I kind of feel like that isn’t enough” Marinette said. “I have an idea, but I would need to talk to...Adrien…”

Rose smiled. “You can do this, Marinette! For Juleka!”

Marinette nodded. “For Juleka!” She walked up to Adrien, and despite stumbling, she managed to start a conversation. “Hhhhey Adrien.”

“Yes Marinette?” Adrien asked.

Marinette gulped. “Well, uh, you see, I know you know the class stenographer-”

“You mean photographer?” Adrien asked.

“Right. That guy” Marinette said. “I was, um, wondering if you could ask him to come to the park after school. I was thinking maybe that we could have our own little photoshoot...you know...For Juleka...”

Adrien was shocked. He then smiled “What a great idea, Marinette. I’ll give him a call right now.” Adrien walked off. Marinette stood there and smiled.

Rose thought that they looked cute together. Still, she had other business to take care of. She found Chloe. “Hey! What’s the big idea?!” she yelled.

“Ow. You know, that voice is too loud. You may have hurt my eardrums!” Chloe said.

“You hurt Juleka’s feelings!” Rose said. “I demand to know why!”

“Ugh. Really?” Chloe said. “Fine! I did it because Hawk Moth told me to.”

Rose was confused. “Hawk Moth TOLD YOU TO?!”

“Easy!” Chloe said.

“WHY ARE YOU WORKING FOR HAWK MOTH?!” Rose said.

“Because, he promised me that after he was done with Ladybug’s miraculous that I could have it! How amazing would that be. Me. As a superhero!” Chloe said.

Rose couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Oh” Chloe said. “Because I know you’re too nice to do anything to stop us. Now, be a good girl and head back to class.”

Rose slapped Chloe across the face. “How DARE you! All this time, I gave you the benefit of the doubt, and yet here you are. You don’t have any real troubles. You’re just a vain, whiny, little brat who wants her way all the time! Well guess what?! I might be too nice for my own good sometimes, but you have gone TOO FAR! I’m going to the principal's office to tell EVERYONE what you told me, and there’s NOTHING you can do about it!”

Rose started heading over. Chloe tried to stop Rose, but Rose backhanded her with her fist, knocking Chloe to the ground. When she opened the door to the office, everything around her turned white. “What’s going on?” Rose asked.

“Well well. I didn’t know you had it in you” Judgement Wolf said

“Judgement Wolf?” Rose said. “Wait, so, was this my test?”

“Yes. And I gotta say, you passed” Judgement Wolf said.

“Thank you” Rose said, giving Judgement Wolf a hug.

“Yes, well, you’re welcome” Judgement Wolf said.

“Wait!” Rose said, leaving the hug. “So, does that mean none of that was real?”

“It does” Judgement Wolf said.

“Whew!” Rose said. “I’m glad it was just a test. Chloe has really been improving. I didn’t want to hate her after all of that.”

“Of course” Judgement Wolf said. “But you proved you can, and that’s what I was looking for.”

“I can sleep easy knowing this” Rose said.

“Speaking of, I should go home and get some sleep of my own” Judgement Wolf said. “Beyyo should be meeting with you soon to see if he agrees with my assessment. Anyway, good night Rose.”

“Good night” Rose said. Judgement Wolf left and Rose fell back asleep.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #Vlad #Beyyo #Marinette #Master Fu #Hawk Moth #Rose #Juleka #Chloe #Adrien #Luka #mayor bourgeois

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365daysoftododeku · 5 years

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15th April 2019

Author: Alex

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First Anniversary

“To think about how that one little question change my whole life…”, Izuku sighed heavily. His eyes closed and his lips curled up into a euphoric smile. Warmth flooded his face.

Across the couch, Uraraka put her cheeks in her hands, and sighed along with him, basking in the good vibes. “Ah, young love.” The seat cushion squeaked as she threw herself back to lay across it, legs dangling over the arm of the seat. She began kicking them back and forth, enthusiastically. “I’m so excited for you! What are you, even, going to do tomorrow?” Her arms came behind her head.

His eyebrow raised, and two fingers came up to his chin, framing his smirk. Quite smug, he explained, “I have it all figured out. We’ll have tomorrow off, from class. I’ll cook him lunch. Then I’ll take him to the movies. Then the rose garden, downtown. Then we’ll have the rest of the evening, to be at home together. I, also, got him a new All Might figure! It’s the special edition, Silver Age -”

“Shhhhh!” She jumped up from her spot, and pounced over to the cushion next to Izuku. With great speed, she wrapped her hand over his mouth.

From the twitch in her hand, he knew she was nervous. He looked around, and immediately spotted why. Shoto was rounding the corner, to the common room. “Thank you”, Izuku mouthed in her palm, signaling her that he saw ‘you know who’. He couldn’t have his little surprise ruined.

“Hello Izuku. Uraraka.” Shoto smiled, and turned his path towards his close friends. He stopped just in front go them, not intending to stay too long.

Izuku put his hand over his heart, and closed his eyes. “Blessed”, he whispered. Shoto’s smile was his favorite view.

“Do you have any plans tomorrow?” Shoto looked off to the side, eyeing the table.

“No.” Izuku looked to Uraraka with a grin that said, 'Isn’t he the cutest.’

“Good. Don’t make any plans.” Shoto looked Izuku in the eyes, and winked.

Izuku threw his head back towards the arm of the couch. “Direct hit!” He laughed.

Shoto laughed at his silly boyfriend. Uraraka rolled her eyes, with a smile, at how ridiculously cute they were.

“I’ll be up at Eight. Meet me down here.” Shoto called, as he walked towards the exit of the dorms. It was his exercising time.

“Tomorrow is gonna be so great!” Both Uraraka and Izuku beamed, simultaneously. “Jinks!” They both covered their mouths. “Jinks again!” Uraraka said just before Izuku could remove his hands.

The smiles continued all evening.

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In the morning, Izuku put his nicest “T-shirt” shirt on. He combed through his hair, to no relent. He even had a single red and white rose, in his pocket, for his love. He raced down the stairs, to the common room, but then stopped at the entrance. On the couch, Shoto was reading a book, a beam of light perfectly shining on him. His hair had a halo showing off the beautiful duel-colors. His muscular shoulders were accentuated, under his thin blue cardigan. Izuku grabbed the rose, fervently. Or for comfort; he wasn’t sure which. When he realized his knees were already jelly, he called out, “Shoto”.

He grabbed his bookmark from the front cover, and placed it under the last sentence he read, before reaching for his bag on the table, to throw it in. “Good morning.” Shoto joined Izuku’s side, and reached for his hand. Boldly, he brought his scarred fingers to his lips, and pressed a kiss to the tops of his knuckles. “May I take you somewhere?”

Izuku supposed he hadn’t really planned anything until the afternoon. He smiled widely, “Please do. I’m in your care.”

Shoto smiled. “Perfect.” He lead them out of the dorm building, together, and all the way out of the school. Once they were on the busy streets, he allowed his pinky to bump up against Izuku’s.

Izuku locked his pinky, nervously, around his boyfriend’s. “So where are he headed, Shoto?”

He stopped and turned to his love, with a selfish smile. “I’ve always wanted to go here, and I wanted the first time to be with you.” They stopped outside of “Tengoku Neko”, the cat cafe.

“So cute!” Izuku sighed into his free hand, looking away in painful happiness.

They ordered coffee, and ate small croissants, inside. In the cat playground, cats swirled and rubbed around them at every angle. A tortoise-shell demanded affection with a headboop to Shoto’s chin, stretching tall in his lap. A tabby and white came up behind Izuku, and draped over his shoulder. A bobtail batted a mouse around, in front of them. Cat’s played and meowed all around. “Is this heaven?” Shoto clutched at his heart, and looked over to Izuku.

Izuku took out his phone, and must have taken at least fifty photos of Shoto playing with the cats.

After their paid time ran out, both teens ran out to a nearby Takoyaki cart. They ate their treats leisurely, and strolled through the busy street. “That was so much fun, Shoto! Is there anywhere else you wanted to try?”

“Hmmmm… I’ve never been to 'Hirofigyua’. It’s close by…You go there to buy some of your All Might merch, right?”

Izuku never knew that anyone paid attention to the spots he shopped at, but he should have guessed. Shoto always listened so intently. “Yes! We should go!” He raised his fist in the air, triumphantly.

The decor was filled, top to bottom, with mainly Hero figures, but also, comics, keychains, and plushes. There were no open spaces of wall. By the door, All Might plushes brushed past their shoulders, as they made their way into the shop. They looked around eagerly, meticulously choosing to browse starting from more expensive items, to less expensive.

Figures and models came first, and Izuku was between happiness and crippling disappointment when he found a new figure that hadn’t been there yesterday. He’d only brought enough money for a snack, the bus, and two movie tickets. He was glad he wouldn’t be tempted to spend his whole allowance, but the new casual wear, Letterman All Might was calling his name. He went to his knees, and silently held his fist to it, as a vow to return.

“Do you want it?” Shoto smiled, knowingly.

“Don’t you dare; it’s too expensive.” Izuku got up, embarrassed.

“Nothing is too expensive, if it’s for you.” Shoto turned around to go to the counter, and Izuku held onto his waist, dragging behind him. He knew he could have actually held him back, but he also knew Izuku was weak to his determination. And All Might.

The couple continued browsing, and also bought two matching keychains, a mirror image of All Might fist bumping himself. They left the store, New All Might figure in Izuku’s arms. The keychains, on their bags. Shoto looked at his watch, whistling low. It was a habit he’d picked up from Uraraka. “It’s already lunch time. Are you hungry?”

Izuku’s eyes opened wide. 'I was supposed to cook him lunch’, he scolded himself. He’d gotten caught up.

“There’s a good noodle shop, up the way.”

Izuku’s eyes were on his shoes, embarrassed he’d spent so much time at the figure shop. “That sounds nice.”

The wait was negligible. The food was delicious; savory, meaty, and a little spicy. Most of the way through their ramen and soba, an alarm went off, from Izuku’s phone, and he suddenly remembered, “The movies!”

“The Movies?”

“Yes! I wanted to take you to the movies!” He stood up, but was still hunched over the table. “Would you like to see the new dragon movie with me?”

Shoto smiled. He loved the fantasy genre, fondly. “I’d love to.”

They slurped their food down, hot as it was, with haste. Shoto paid, while Izuku used the restroom, and then they took off.

The bus to the theatre wasn’t too crowded. They, actually, got to sit down. And next to each other. From his bag, Shoto pulled out his earphones, and handed one to Izuku. They scrolled the Hero news page, and watched clips of new heroes in action. Izuku pulled out his newest notebook, to write his findings.

Upon arriving to the theatre, Izuku’s mouth dropped. A large sign, and bags in the windows, showed they were doing renovations. He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Is everything alright?” Shoto’s eyebrows pinched together in sympathy. He could tell his boyfriend was upset.

“Did you want to go somewhere else?”

“No. No, it’s ok.” Izuku sighed again.

With courage, Shoto reached for Izuku’s wrist, and pulled him around. He kissed him gloriously. The sparks flew from Izuku’s heart to the skin that was making contact with Shoto’s chapped lips. He smiled dopily.

“Please?” Shoto asked. “I want to help.”

Izuku understood the reference. He’d pulled the same thing so many times. “I wanted to cook for you, and take you to see your new dragon movie. You’ve been rereading all of the books… And I wanted to have you home before the evening, because I know you like to stay in. You hate crowds. I didn’t even remember the garden…”, Izuku pouted to hisself.

Shoto laughed, lightheartedly. “You’re so cute. You should have told me you made plans.”

“I wanted to surprise you. I wanted today to be special.” He huffed defeatedly.

“I know how you feel. I want today to perfect for you, too.”

Izuku looked up, intense love flashing across his face. He grabbed the rose from his pocket, and tucked it behind Shoto’s ear. “Thank you.” A large smile plastered over his face. “I guess when you asked me out, it didn’t play into your plans either, huh?”

Shoto loved roses. He, briefly, felt the soft petal before resting his hand on Izuku’s equally soft cheek. “Nope…But I love you.”

“Happy First Anniversary.”

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bookwormscififan · 5 years

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Move On

Ok, I tried to write some fluff, but my brain said “angst”. It’s another swap AU fic.

I promise I’ll write you a normal egos fic next week.

Triggers include self harm and blood. Alcoholism too.

Word count: 2398 words

They’re getting longer.

Henrik woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath as his heart raced. He looked around his room, pitch black except for the moonlight creeping in. The clock read 12:45am. Henrik wiped the sweat from his brow and picked up his phone.

“You’ve reached Caitlyn Brewers. Please leave a message after the tone.” Schnapple sighed, ending the call without leaving a message. Laying back on his bed, he stared at the ceiling and tried to fall asleep.

“Hen, you awake?” Henrik groaned and rolled over, pulling his pillow over his head to mute Jared’s knocking on the door.

“Henrik! Malvern and Juxta went shopping. Chase is at work and Alto locked himself up in his room. I was hoping you could help me coax him out. Please? I’ll make you sandwiches.” As Jared finished talking, Henrik’s stomach rumbled.

Peeping out from his pillow cocoon, Henrik looked at the clock: 11:20am. With a stifled groan he dragged himself out of bed and pulled a shirt over his head. Opening the door, he looked at Jared, who was wringing his hands in stress.

“Vhy do you vant to get Alto out of his room?”

“I wanted to watch a movie with him. Chase hinted he needed people to keep him company, so I wanted to watch something with him.” Henrik sighed, then nudged Jared out of his way gently as he headed to Alto’s room.

“Alto? May ve come in?” Henrik knocked cautiously at the actor’s door, hearing shuffling and a muffled curse. The door opened, and Alto’s face peered around the frame. Henrik started at his appearance; the actor’s eyes were hollow, hair dishevelled, clothes a mess and neck scarf missing. Henrik looked a little bit closer at Alto’s neck, concern settling in his stomach as he saw the rashes and scars.

Alto noticed Henrik looking, and covered his neck with his collar.

“What do you want?” Alto’s voice was hoarse, worse than usual, and Henrik could smell liquor in his breath.

“Ve vere vondering if you vant to vatch a movie with us? Jared is vorried about you.” Alto sighed, then opened his door wider, allowing the two inside.

The room was a mess. Empty bottles of liquor sat on his windowsill, and the bed was unmade. Alto made a feeble attempt to hide a blood-stained scarf under his bed, and pulled his sleeves further down his arms.

“Alto? Are you alright?” Jared put his hand on the actor’s shoulder, peering into the hollow eyes with concern.

“Yes, I’m fine. I-I-I’ll meet you in the living room in… fifteen minutes. I need to- I’m going to wash up.” Jared opened his mouth to speak, but Alto’s determined face made him step back. Taking Henrik’s hand, he walked with him out of the room.

Alto ran a hand through his hair, holding them at the base of his skull and feeling the many scars there. Fifteen minutes. He picked a bottle up from the bedside table and drank the remaining contents.

Picking a shard of broken glass up from the floor, he inspected the dried blood on it. He pulled his sleeve up to stare at the scars on his wrist. Why can’t I…? Tears stung his tired eyes as he scratched at his wrist. Desperation filled his heart as he watched blood pool.

Using the scarf, he wiped the blood from his skin and walked to his closet. He took out a change of clothes and new neck scarf, then went to the bathroom.

“Hen, how’s the soup going?” Jared sat on the couch, a stack of movies in his lap. He looked over to the kitchen to see Henrik wiping his brow.

“Vould have been ready earlier if you voke me earlier. But it vill be ready vhen Alto comes down.” The vlogger tasted the soup, then added some more salt. Jared made a small exclamation of triumph as he found the perfect movie, putting the rest back onto the shelf.

“Hen, leave the soup for a second. Did you see what I saw in Alt’s room?” Henrik sat beside Jared and nodded.

“There vere scars on his neck and a bloodstained scarf on ze floor. I vorry about vhat made him leave America.” The vlogger looked at his cap in his hand and shook his head.

“Chase told me he had a family. Maybe there was a death or divorce?” Jared scratched an itch under his mask and looked at Henrik.

“It must have been somezing bad. For him to have zat much in his room…”

“Have you picked out a movie?” Jared and Henrik turned around as Alto’s gravelly voice sounded from the foot of the stairs.

He was better dressed, a neck scarf covering the rashes on his neck and a clean dress shirt on. His hair was slicked back and he looked fresher than before. Jared stood up and walked to Alto while Henrik began to serve soup.

“Hen made you some soup. We thought you might want some. I’ll also pour you some coffee, and we think we’ve got a good movie.” The magician walked with Alto to the couch, then poured coffee into a mug while Henrik handed Alto soup.

“Thank you, Hen.” Alto smiled at the vlogger as he dipped his spoon into the bowl. Jared set three mugs on the table and put the movie into the television. Sitting down with his bowl of soup, he pressed play.

Halfway through the movie, Jared looked over at Alto to see him picking at something on his sleeve. He had taken his mask off to see the movie clearly, and now scratched at the scar between his eyes.

Alto had stopped picking at his sleeve, and now looked at the screen with preoccupied eyes. Jared tilted his head in confusion as he took in the dead expression the actor held. What could possibly be going on in that man’s head? Does Chase know about this?

After the movie, Alto thanked the others for the food and the company, then headed up the stairs and into his room. Jared and Henrik looked at each other, fear and concern on their faces.

“I’m going to call Chase. I need to talk to him about… this.” He motioned to Alto’s room, then headed for the phone. Henrik nodded, putting his cap on.

“I need to catch up on some recordings, so I’ll catch up vith you later.” Jared patted Henrik’s back, then picked the phone up and dialled.

“Hello, could I please speak to Dr Brodsen? Yes, I can wait. Thank you.”

Alto walked into his room humming a song from the film. He looked out the window at the almost blinding light, and sighed. Walking over, he closed the curtains and sat on his bed. Picking up another bottle, he took a large swig, then wiped his mouth as he dropped the bottle on the bedside table.

“Alto, what’s wrong? Don’t you like remembering?” Groaning, Alto threw an empty bottle in the direction of Death’s laugh, but missed her as she stepped to the side.

“Leave me alone. Haven’t you done enough?” Death sat beside him, pushing some dirty tags off the bed.

“It’s always my policy to return the memories I took when a client has exceeded the maximum resets.” She looked at the dirty room, pulling a face.

“I never expected this would happen. Look at you-” She lifted the actor’s arm, pulling his sleeve down to look at the many scars and scratches down his arm.

“Why would you do this? To be with your family? Alto, it isn’t your time yet. Your cousins love you.” Alto wrenched his arm out of her grasp, tugging his scarf off to show her the rashes and scars on his neck.

“I can’t stay in a world where I remember killing her. Them. I’m a criminal, and I’m sitting in a house full of happy people.” Death’s eyes softened.

“They’re not all happy, you know.” She placed her hands on either side of Alto’s head, making him close his eyes.

Images of his cousins filled his mind. Chase, sitting in his practice on the phone, a photo of his family sitting on the table alongside a flask of whiskey. Henrik in his room, editing videos with a dead look in his eyes, constantly stopping to check his phone. Jared, sitting in the main room, phone in hand and mask off to reveal scars on his face.

Malvern was sitting on a roof somewhere, deep in thought as he looked over the city. The look on his face was one of pure concern and fear. Juxta sat beside Malvern, lions sitting close by. He had a look of terror on his face as he created smoky wisps that shaped themselves into each family member.

Death removed her hands, and Alto opened his eyes.

“See? They’re all hiding their own pain. And each one of them is worried about each other. Some are tormented by choices they made, some by the choices they will have to make. Some are trying to bury pain under alcohol, like you, while others just push it away. And some just want things to go back to normal.” She looked at Alto and smiled.

“But… they don’t need me. I’m just a burden.” Death shook her head, taking hold of Alto’s shoulders.

“You are no burden to them. You don’t wake up in the middle of the night, terrified of your nightmares, and yell out for someone to comfort you. You don’t lock yourself up so you can make calls and stall time.” Alto looked away, scratching at his scar.

“Alto. Listen to me. They need you. You keep them all from doing what you’re doing now. And believe me when I say it isn’t your time.” She stood up, snapping her fingers to move all his dirty clothes into a wastebasket.

“I’ll come back when it’s your time, alright?” And before he could speak, she was gone.

Alto knocked on Henrik’s door, running a shaking hand through his hair.

“Yes?” Seeing the nervous look on Alto’s face, Henrik let him in.

“Vhat is wrong, Alt?” Alto sat down heavily, and looked at Henrik.

“Why did you move back in?” Henrik started, taken aback by the actor’s directness.

“Trouble at home. Ze vife kicked me out because I vas filming all the time.” Alto nodded, then pointed at Henrik’s phone.

“Have you tried calling her?”

“Many times. She never responds. I still call, just to hear her voice.” Alto smiled.

“I was like that. What I’m about to tell you may come as a surprise, but I need to say it.” Henrik sat at his desk chair, looking at Alto with all his attention.

“I was married. Her name was Catherine. I met her on the set of Casablanca. We had two beautiful children. But they died. And I couldn’t live there if they weren’t. My daughter was four. So I moved here. But I realised I couldn’t- couldn’t move on. Why should I still live when they were dead? I tried, I really tried, to follow them. But something kept stopping me. It was either the pain, or just the cowardice.” He began to cry, and Henrik wrapped him in a hug.

“What I’m trying to say, Hen, is that maybe if she won’t respond, you should try taking a break. Try not calling her for a while, see how it feels. Even if she isn’t with you now, at least she – and your kids – are still alive. Call her sister, if you really need to talk to someone.” Henrik nodded.

“I vill try zat. And Alto, please stop trying to follow them. If you get zat feeling, come and talk vith me.” Alto nodded, then left the room. Henrik considered what Alto had said for a moment, then picked his phone up.

“Hello, Stephanie? Is Henrik. Do you have a minute?”

Chase returned home, tired and hungry. Walking into the kitchen, he stopped as he saw someone else digging around in the fridge.

“Alto?”

The actor looked at the doctor from the door of the fridge, scarf off, and sleeves rolled up. Chase took in the scars and rashes in shock.

“What the…” Alto rolled his sleeves back down and pulled his collar up, then looked at Chase sheepishly.

“People get down. I couldn’t do it, if you’re wondering.” He returned his attention to the fridge, clearly avoiding any response from Chase.

“Alt, what are you doing up at this hour? It’s a quarter to twelve. Come on, let me take you back to your room.” He moved closer to Alto, taking his arm gently in his own, and led the confused actor upstairs.

“Why are you doing this? I don’t need to be pampered.” Chase sat in a chair, facing Alto as he crawled into bed. Leaning on his knees, Chase looked at the actor.

“People worry. It’s a normal occurrence.” He took his coat off and pulled Alto’s bloodstained scarf from his pocket.

“How long?” Alto looked at the silk fabric, guilt and shame on his face.

“Since you told me about the piano.” Chase’s face softened.

“Oh, Alto…” Standing up, he wrapped his arms around the trembling actor.

“That was six months ago. Why didn’t you tell me? You’ve had six appointments with me, why didn’t you?” Alto looked away, gently pushing Chase away.

“Because I didn’t want to make you worry about anything else. You were still getting over Mayhem, you didn’t need me as well.”

“Alto. You’re my cousin. And my patient. I need to know these things.” Alto flinched, as though he had been slapped.

“Look, I’m sorry, but as a doctor, I can’t look at those scars and not know what happened-”

“I killed my wife and family, ok? You didn’t need to know. And it happened over two years ago now. Just, don’t tell the others, alright? I wanted to follow the family, be with my wife, but I couldn’t.” Alto looked at Chase, the sudden flare of fire dying out in his eyes.

“Just go.” Pity in the doctor’s eyes, he stood up and left the room, leaving the door ajar so he could hear if Alto left again.

Sitting in the kitchen with a bowl of Henrik’s leftover soup, he thought about what he’d learnt. Poor Alto.

#jacksepticeye #swap au #jse fanfiction #Alto Septicie #Chase Brodsen #Jared the Magick #Henrik Von Schnapple #Juxta Position #Malvern #tw: blood #tw: self harm

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timetrickster · 5 years

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Living W/ Immortality: Episode 3: Altair & Vega

EXT. FINN’S HOME

It’s been 3 weeks since what happened that night. Ever since LUCIAN had attacked WAN SHI TONG’S Library. FINN sits down at the table for breakfast with his MOM and ERIN’S had gone silent ever since that night. MOM looks at him knowing something’s wrong.

MOM

You’re silent. That’s never a good sign. What happened?

FINN

I’m fine mom.

She sits down next to him and looks him in the eyes.

MOM

No, you’re not.

FINN is silent after the truth in that simple statement cut deeper inside both hearts.

MOM

You boys have been silent for weeks and if there’s anything that I know about my own boys. Your silence means you’re facing something, but you don’t want me to worry.

FINN is silent and looks at his hands. He puts his headphones on then looks through his phone to play the next song. He presses on a song and plays “King Of The Clouds by Panic! At The Disco. FINN decides to leave and MOM doesn’t do anything to stop him. FINN slowly walks far from view from his house.

He murmurs the words to the song.

FINN

Some days I lie wide awake ‘til the sun hits my face. And I fade, elevate from the Earth. Far away to a place…

He stops in his tracks, as he looks around him for a bit in silence. Suddenly LUCIAN appears in front of him.

LUCIAN

Boo.

He starts to freak out falling backward. Holding his head with both hands and guarding his face.

FINN

It’s not real. It’s not real.

He repeats to himself. Suddenly flash images of LUCIAN appear in his mind. He breathes heavily and tears fall down his face. His head shakes and heats up from the pressure of all the things overwhelming him. He clenches his teeth showing this face of mixed emotion, fear, and anger.

FINN screams in a rage then punches a hole in a random wall. He breathes heavy breaths before realizing what he’s done.

FINN

Crap…

He tries to budge his arm out but it’s stuck. The song stops at “

FINN

Really?! I have super strength and I can get my arm out of a stupid stone wall?!

SERENA shows up all of a sudden and notices FINN.

SERENA

Hey, Finn… uh… you okay? Did you punch my wall?

FINN still awkwardly having half of his arm through the wall.

FINN

No… I touched a piece of the wall and it made a hole and my arm fell in.

SERENA

Uh… ok… I’ll believe you for now, but you need help?

FINN

Yes, please.

SERENA laughs and pulls on FINN’S other arm and gets out of the wall. His right arm now covered in stone dust.

FINN

Thank you…

(looks at his right arm covered in dust)

Crap.

SERENA

You’re welcome and are you okay?

FINN

I guess I’m fine. Also, Hey.

SERENA

What do you mean by that? And Hi!

FINN

Just something happened last night that set me off and… I don’t know how to deal with it.

SERENA

Do you want to talk about it?

FINN shows reluctance, fearing that she wouldn’t understand the world of magic and the fact he’s an immortal with a 2nd personality in his head.

SERENA (cont’d)

It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it. Maybe when you’re ready?

FINN nods ‘yes’.

SERENA

Okay then. Wanna walk to school?

FINN

I’d love that.

FINN smiles and they start walking together.

SERENA

Got any new oldies songs for me to listen too?

FINN

Uh… Yeah, let me… you know what, I’ll let you choose it.

She looks through the playlist labeled “Time”

SERENA

Time?

FINN

It’s a collection of songs that resonate with my vibes. Songs from now to the 50s.

SERENA laughs at him.

SERENA

You’re adorable.

FINN

Ok, no more songs for you.

FINN tries to grab his phone back and struggles with SERENA

SERENA

Please… I’m sorry.

FINN

Fine.

He lets go of the phone.

SERENA

Yay!

She scrolls through his playlist and presses on one song. The song, “Say Say Say” by Paul McCartney plays. The song plays as the two walks together to school and spends the entire day together. The song plays through a slow montage of scenes with them all together. In classes, at lunch, hanging around the campus.

CUT TO:

END OF THE SCHOOL DAY.

The song ends at Hook 2. It’s now the end of school and the two are walking together again.

SERENA

I’m fucking tired dude.

FINN

Same…

SERENA laughs at something.

SERENA

I did love Mr. Braistch’s class today. Best teacher ever.

FINN

Did he make another racist joke? Or did he throw another insult at Waipahu again? Wait… don’t tell me, Chinese or Filipino? Either one it’s fuckin hilarious.

SERENA

He picked on Steven and said “When China takes over America, I’d be the one white guy to help with capturing Americans.” then said, “Steven when you become the general of Ewa Beach, don’t forget about me. I helped.”

FINN laughs at the story.

FINN

Oh god. You know one time, he told the Filipinos in the room that he loves their president.

SERENA

What’s wrong with that?

FINN

The current president of the Philippines started a war on drugs and said anyone would be killed on sight even holding drugs.

SERENA

Wow… yeah, that’s dark.

FINN

I know… I’m probably going to hell for laughing.

SERENA laughs at what he said then touches FINN’S shoulder.

SERENA

Aw. You’re already going to hell.

She breaks into laughter again as well as FINN.

SERENA (cont’d)

I’m kidding, you know I love you girl.

FINN

Fuck you, dude.

He jokingly says. SERENA is still laughing. FINN gets a little bitter and had this angry face. Then keeps walking.

SERENA Aw. I’m sorry. Come here.

She stops him and holds out her arms and FINN was still bitter and shakes his head. He keeps walking. She laughs at him being bitter and still bothers him for a hug.

SERENA (cont’d)

Please…

FINN

No.

SERENA

Please. PLEASE please please please please, please! If you don't give me a hug I'm gonna DIEEEEE. If you don't hug me I'm gonna start crying. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. (making a song out of it) oh-baby please please PLEASE! Oh-baby, please. That was 'Please' by Serena with Finn on bass.

FINN finally stops being bitter as he finally gives in. Still holding a bitter face but smiles a little after accepting the hug.

SERENA

Yay! Thank you. I’m sorry.

FINN

(He laughs for a bit)

You’re welcome. I forgive you but bass? Really? Bass?

SERENA does an evil laugh. It makes FINN smile.

FINN

You’re weird. I like you, dude. Wanna hang out tonight?

SERENA

I’d love to. What are we doing? Arcade again?

FINN

I was thinking of heading to the park and doing some star gazing… I don’t know why but I’ve wanted to try it out and it doesn’t hurt to try something new.

SERENA

I like that idea. Are we gonna go by the benches?

FINN

Sure… better than laying in the grass. See ya soon.

He waves bye to her as she leaves.

ERIN (V.O)

I’m impressed. You actually didn’t freak out and over think.

FINN

Thanks, Erin. Erin? Hey! Where’d you go? You’ve been silent for weeks.

ERIN (V.O)

Just needed some time to think. After the whole Lucian thing, I just needed some peace. You know?

FINN

Yeah. Good to have you back bud.

ERIN (V.O)

Good to be back. Again, you actually asked Serena out, once again I’m impressed.

FINN

That’s a first.

FINN enters his house and rushes to his room to get ready for his stargazing date with SERENA. Reprise “Just The Two Of Us” by Grover Washington Jr. plays. Picks up 3rd Verse. Shows a montage of both FINN & SERENA getting ready for the stargazing date.

FINN & SERENA

I got to get ready!

CUT TO.

NIGHT. EWA BEACH

The song keeps playing in the background. FINN leaves the house and walks to the park with a bag of food in hand.

ERIN (V.O)

Food? Drinks? Clever.

FINN

Thanks, dude.

ERIN (V.O)

What are you planning Evers?

FINN smiles.

FINN

Nothing, why?

ERIN (V.O)

You have that specific smile on your face. The smile that tells me you have a plan or created something amazing. Come on Evers! TELL ME!

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

How adorable… the immortal two faced dumbass finally found love. Well… hopefully, if the author figures out how to do that in the next few scenes when I try to take him and his romance. Along with the other two background immortals. The author’s a bit unpredictable… which I admire.

The song keeps playing. FINN is slowly walking to the park. Other people are out playing by the playground and other sports-related activities. Meanwhile, these two laid out a blanket over a park table and both sit down on the table top. Song finishes.

FINN

I brought us dinner from Chum Wah Kum.

He holds a plastic bag with two plate lunches inside, along with utensils and napkins.

SERENA

Aw, thanks!

She grabs her plate lunch out of the bag and begins to eat and look at stars.

SERENA (cont’d)

They’re really pretty tonight.

FINN

I used to do this from time to time. I’d sit on my roof and use a telescope. Watching the stars glow in the ocean of space. It was beautiful in the silence of the night.

SERENA

Holy shit, that last sentence was poetic as fuck.

He laughs a little.

FINN

I’m not a poetic dude.

SERENA

Stop lying, I know you are! Mr. Artsy!

FINN

Nah…

SERENA

Oh come on, you’ve done so many artsy stuff. I’ve seen you draw, paint, make short films for media club, write stories, take photos and edit them. I heard you wrote a poem for that one girl.

FINN

Uh, she rejected me by the way. But yeah, kinda left that guy behind.

SERENA

Oh damn, my bad. Well, she doesn’t deserve you, if you took the time and patience to write that girl a poem.

FINN

I know… I know.

SERENA

And what made you leave being Mr. Artsy behind?

FINN

Self-Judgement, being hypercritical, literally everything where I worry about myself and what people see come from me.

SERENA

But why?

FINN

Lost myself for a while… fell away from who I used to be.

SERENA Well, whenever you feel ready to come back to Mr. Creative, I’ll be waiting for you.

FINN

Thank you. Can we look at stars now?

SERENA

Yes, please!

They both lie down on the tabletop and look at the stars. The song “Lights Down Low” by MAX plays in the background as the gaze at random stars.

SERENA

What now?

FINN

Just look at the stars. Sorry, haven’t done this in a while. Forgot all the star systems and all that.

SERENA

It’s fine. You can point out whatever and make it up along as we go.

She points to one constellation.

SERENA (cont’d)

What’s that one?

FINN

That’s the constellation of Sagittarius.

SERENA

See you do remember something!

FINN

Yeah but that one’s my zodiac so I remember that one.

SERENA

What’s are those two?

She points to two different constellations. FINN looks at them and instantly recognizes them.

FINN

Altair and Vega… There’s actually a love story between the two. I don’t know if you want to hear it.

SERENA

Tell me!

FINN

Uh okay.

(He laughs a little then gets into this narration style voice)

I’m trying to remember but Altair and Vega were deeply in love. But we're separated by the celestial river of the Milky Way. But on one special day a year, Vega’s tears would call upon all the magpies in the world and the would form a bridge so they could spend one night of happiness together.

SERENA was astonished by the story. FINN smiles a bit awkwardly.

SERENA

That’s beautiful.

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

Uh! Boring!

Both FINN & SERENA hear LUCIAN’S voice. Record scratch sound effect plays and the song stops at 1st Chorus.

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)(Cont’d)

I will admit, it was a nice romantic story that you gave. But the author really likes to elongate the scenes.

Several shadowy figures appear before them. Only showing red glowing eyes. They grab FINN and attempt to grab SERENA but he manages to free her from their grip before they disappear in a flash.

CUT TO:

INT - ANCIENT TEMPLE

FINN wakes up in some sort of an ancient temple. He looks around, find two monsters guarding a doorway. ATHENA & TAVEN bound and stuck to the walls of this circular dome room. LUCIAN was on the other end doing some weird shit.

FINN

(Intensely worried)

Erin?

ERIN (V.O)

(Intensely worried)

Yeah?

FINN

(Intensely worried)

What do we do?

ERIN (V.O)

(Intensely worried)

I have no fuckin clue.

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dramallamadingdang · 6 years

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A buncha replies about high-poly hair, fur-coated vacation locals, evil enablers, laziness, an old game being old, time management or the lack thereof, creepy pizza delivery dudes, terrain defaults that may or may not work, House Hunters and stupid Americans, nuzzling cats, cheap but AWESOME 80s knives, fermented milk and Canadian weirdness about it, forcing TV on people who don’t want it, annnnnnnd...Texas? Yep, Texas.

Quite a list, ain’t it? :) IOW, these go back a bit because I’m...me.

These are for @immerso-sims, @nekosayuri, @fuzzyspork, @kairisu, @alawren4ever, @ajaysims, @didilysims, @delicatesoul88, @dreadpirate, @treason-and-plot, @jellybeanery, @pensblr, @twofee, @hemfbg, and @penig. Because Texas. ;)

Also, peripherally, @twofingerswhiskey.

immerso-sims replied to your photo “So instead of filling up my queue OR firing up my rebooted Castaway...”

I am guilty of having quite a few high polycount hairs, but I don’t have much CC in general and my Macie seems to handle them well, even with an integrated video card, so all is well, but yeah, 30k is a liiiiiittle bit excessive.

I have a few really high-poly hairs (20+K), myself. My game/computer does seem to be able to handle them without a fuss. (I really don’t know WHY, since both the machine AND the video card are older models, but...Hey, I’m not gonna argue. :) ) Even so, the ones I have are special and unique and very fabulous in some way, and if I later find a similar just-as-nice but lower-poly style, I’ll ditch the high-poly one in a heartbeat.

Mostly, though, I stick to hairs that are ~10K polys or less. I’ll have as many of those as I want because I figure if my game can handle the 30K+ ones without issue, it can handle a bunch of 10Ks. I have fewer that are 10K-12K. 13K is generally (and arbitrarily) my hard limit unless the hair falls into the “unique and fabulous” category and, really, those are few and far between.

nekosayuri replied to your photo “So instead of filling up my queue OR firing up my rebooted Castaway...”

@digitalangels lowered the polycount on Aviary, I'm pretty sure

I wouldn’t be surprised if she has. But really? There are already plenty of quite similar hairs that look just as nice as that one and that have much lower polycounts. I’ll bet it’s one of those that has thousands of backfaces that don’t even show in the game. :\

fuzzyspork replied to your photo “Well. This isn’t something you see every day. :) (Guess I missed that...”

The static she will collect on the way down will make that coat look like a tribble.

Yeah, like a tribble...or like they slaughtered a thousand-and-one poofy Pomeranian dogs to make her coat. :)

kairisu replied to your photo “Well. This isn’t something you see every day. :) (Guess I missed that...”

she's sliding in style ��✨

Maybe. But she’s gonna make a mess of that fancy fur coat. :)

alawren4ever replied to your post “So now that the second Blind Date gift I was called upon to make is...”

Fun thing of course!

See? THAT’S JUST NOT HELPFUL! :D I enable myself to do the fun thing quite well, thank you. ;)

nekosayuri replied to your post “So now that the second Blind Date gift I was called upon to make is...”

Get a mouse recorder to do it for you XD

That’s tempting, but the majority of the time spent on the “editing,” such as it is, is cropping the pics in the right place and to (more-or-less) the right size ratios. It’s never the same twice, so it couldn’t be automated.

(Confession: I had to Google “mouse recorder.” I mean, I could kind of tell what one would do from the name, but I doubted that such things actually existed. SURPRISE! :) )

ajaysims replied to your post “So now that the second Blind Date gift I was called upon to make is...”

I really know what you mean. My head is always bursting with a million different hood and story ideas but at the end of the day a lot of the time I just wanna play without thinking about editing pics after.

Yep, that’s me, too. I mean, I have (literally) about 1200 GilsCarburg pics to post. I mean, they wouldn’t all be posted because a good chunk of them are similar, where I took a lot of pics knowing I’d pick the best one of the bunch to post, but still...a lot. It’s going through them and making the posts that I drag my feet on sometimes. I kinda have to psych myself up to do it -- although once I start, I enjoy doing it, so it’s not a chore or anything :) -- and it’s easy to distract myself by, for instance, downloading a bunch of hairs for my Castaway game because I want to try my hand at making defaults for it.

nekosayuri replied to your post “You're my Senpai. Lol jk but for reals I adore you! You make amazing...”

Senpai XD tbh this is one of those things though, people actually PLAY the game AND make cc AND download stuff AND organise downloads folder/Tumblr posts. How do people have time for all of that??

I honestly don’t know how most people do it. For me, the answer’s easy: I’m mostly retired -- I’ll do paid gigs if I get bored and want to, but otherwise? Eh. -- and I don’t have to worry about money. And I have employees. That helps, too. Also, I have health issues that prevent me from doing a lot of things I’d LIKE to do. So, I do Sims-related stuff a lot. And go on a lot of dates with my husband, but he DOES work, so I can’t be doing stuff with him all the time. So, for now, unless/until I decide to do some kind of volunteering, I occupy a good chunk of my time with Sims stuff. And with hanging out with friends and whatnot, too, of course. But...Yeah, I don’t have a “normal” life. I don’t know how people who DO have a normal life manage to do all the Sims stuff they do.

delicatesoul88 replied to your post “Hi there, I’m pretty impressed that you create and use a lot of high...”

@dramallamadingdang I feel like I should print this and place it up right next to my monitors for the next time I take the cc cleanup plunge. The flashing pink bug is real and has caught up to me, I also know its my own darn fault for having so much cc. My computer can handle it but my game can't, and this is the swift kick in the rear I needed to remind me of that.

dreadpirate replied to your post “Hi there, I’m pretty impressed that you create and use a lot of high...”

Personally what works for me (since I love my sims 3 and 4 conversions and my pretty hairs) is playing with smaller lots as much as possible and going easy on the clutter

Yeah, it’s all a matter of prioritizing. You truly can’t have everything because “old game is old” even if you personally own a supercomputer. So, you focus on what’s most important to you and sort of skimp on the other stuff. So if pretty hairs and conversions are your thing, OK, but you might have to sacrifice, yeah, large, heavily-landscaped lots and lots of deco-only clutter and/or a heavily-hood-decorated neighborhood. Or if you’re a person who doesn’t actually play the game and just does, say, decorating, you can have all the converted, high-poly/high-res shit your little heart desires because you don’t need the high-poly hairs and clothing or the neighborhood stuff. Or if you’re mostly a Sim-maker, you can have all the high-poly hairs with gigantic textures that you want because you don’t need anything else that taxes the game.

And if you want to do everything...Then I say: Separate user accounts/different downloads folder for each purpose. So, if you wanna decorate, you load up the high-res conversions. You wanna make Sims, load up the high-poly hair. You wanna actually play...Don’t go batshit with the big stuff and you’ll generally be OK. Conscious downloading is the way to go. Know what you’re putting in your downloads before you put it in there and make conscious, aware, informed decisions so you’re not surprised by any consequences (i.e pink flashing) that you experience..

It’s all balance, man. Like, be in harmony with the universal spheres, totally.

treason-and-plot replied to your photo “This pizza delivery dude that my game generated…looks like a pizza...”

He has seen things...

Seen many things, yes. Let’s just hope that he hasn’t done anything...to the pizza... :)

didilysims replied to your photo “This pizza delivery dude that my game generated…looks like a pizza...”

Just as long as he doesn't get any of those long hairs in the food.

Things like that, yes! :) Or, you know, worse. Ah, all those urban legends... :)

jellybeanery replied to your photoset “Happy Monday! Now that Blind Date is over, I’m back to doing Monday...”

Eeeee! Thank you! I'm grabbing this and gonna check it out tomorrow! ♥

Well, I hope it worked better for you than my first stab! :) Please let me know if it didn’t!

fuzzyspork replied to your post “To be or not to be...a bitch.”

My reply to this sort of thing is "Oo, this is short notice. We already have plans!" Even if those plans are to watch Netflix in our underwear. They are probably just doing the Christian thing by inviting you guys and they may not even care if you come (my sister is of the High and Mighty mindset and she invites out of "duty" but is always relieved with people can't come or cancel, lol).

You know, of anyone else, I’d believe this. But whenever we’ve turned down an invite, there’s always been tons of wheedling about it. So, either they’re really good actors or they really do want us there. I’m pretty sure it’s the latter, since entertaining and cooking big meals and all that is what the female half of the couple lives for, since aside from going to church, she’s stuck at home, homeschooling their 7 kids, ranging from infants to teens. (Which is another reason to avoid their house, as far as I’m concerned. I’m done with kids. I don’t hate them or anything, but I really don’t enjoy being around them. Especially not toddlers. I’m not even goo-goo for my own grandkids, so I don’t want to deal with anyone else’s kids anymore.)

pensblr replied to your post “Random non-Sims things”

Just going to leave this here. https://i.pinimg.com/originals/75/a2/2d/75a22d07e38b1fedd15834c67bea0bb2.jpg

*sporfle* Yeah, that about sums it up, I’d say. :)

immerso-sims replied to your photoset “Kitten spam, with captions.”

The nuzzle animation is so cute :3

It is! I think they could’ve done so much more with pet-to-pet interactions, personally. Like, cats and dogs sleeping in piles like they do IRL. Also, pets sleeping on beds with Sims. (I have the mod that enables that for children, but it would have been nice if that was possible for all Sims.) But at least that one interaction is cute. :)

fuzzyspork replied to your post “Random non-Sims things”

Oh god House Hunters. What gets me is when they decide they don't want to buy "the perfect in every other way" house because the paint/wallpaper/carpet is hideous. I always yell at the TV "THOSE ARE EASY TO CHANGE YOU PRISSY IDIOT!" But we ditched cable TV a few years ago and I've never been happier. It's so much more relaxing to just watch what we want streaming, when we want, not bound to a show's schedule.

Yeah! I saw that, too! I was like, “You know what? There’s this thing called painting. And if you don’t want to do it yourself, there’re even people who you can pay to do it for you!” But when the realtor says something like that (with not NEARLY enough snark, IMO), they’ll say “Oh, we don’t want any big projects.” As if painting one room before there’s anything in it is a “big project.” Stupidity abounds!

And yeah, I’m much happier without squawk boxes around. The only remotely good thing about it is Cartoon Network. And some of the HGTV-type stuff is fun to watch, I suppose, if only to get ideas for my game. ;) But I much prefer no TV. I mean, yeah, I know no one forces anyone to turn it on, but we feel like we should watch SOMETHING since we’re paying through the nose for it. :p

twofee replied to your post “Random non-Sims things”

house hunters international is hilarious because they always want to be in the center of whatever city, pay almost nothing in rent, and at least one person in the couple expects everything to be americanized. plus if they are asking for it to come furnished, they always complain about how its not their style or whatever. i just want to see the pretty scenery of the country youre lucky enough to be able move to. have you been able to guess which house theyll pick?

I can pretty much always tell the house they’ll pick because it’s usually the one that’s most like what the female half of the couple wants. Which is so stereotypical but...there it is.

And yeah, I watched an “International” one the other day. Some chick looking for a place to rent in Spain who was bitching about the lack of central air conditioning (In buildings older than America, that she said she WANTED to live in) and freaking out because -- OMG! -- the washing machine was installed in the (small) kitchen! Americans, SMH. Of course, she ended up in a new place with central air that was very American and also above her budget, but she justified that by saying she’d be more “comfortable” there. :p Moron. Why go live in another country if you just want to drag yours along with you? Isn’t that exactly what a certain sector of American citizens bitch about when it comes to immigrants? But what do American émigrés do? *sigh* Swear, most Americans just need to stay the hell in America because God forbid they deign to adapt to anything else. :p

hemfbg replied to your post “Random non-Sims things”

It's funny that you mention House Hunters- it's playing on the tv in the other room. Sometimes I'll watch it when it's on just because I like to look inside other houses, though I agree with you about it being very safe-for-tv and every episode being the same.

I did actually see a gay couple on it the other day! Of course, they were a white, middle-aged well-off gay couple looking for a place in Palm Springs, CA, which is pretty much a place you can’t live in unless you’re LGBT (and well-off), but still! Gay people, OMG!

nekosayuri replied to your post “˜Tis reply time! \0/”

Maybe you could suggest it over at MTS to people who actually mod? it is a great idea overall! and it *might* be possible, but wont know till we try right? :D

I did post the idea in the “Hacks & CC You’d Like To See” thread over there. It’s not a request thread, though, because MTS doesn’t allow requests. It’s more like an “I wish” thread, and a lot of the stuff wished-for IS impossible, but sometimes people have picked stuff out of the thread and actually done it, so...Well, it’s out there in the world. Of course, right after I posted it, a little argument broke out about something unrelated, so it quickly got buried, but maybe something’ll come of it. Who knows?

didilysims replied to your post “Random non-Sims things”

3) I need to get me some of those knives! I feel like I'm sharpening my junky knives every time I use them because I refuse to crush my poor vegetables instead of cutting them. Never heard of the brand but I looked it up and apparently they're still making them. Probably not as good quality as back in the day but...I'll keep my eyes open in the stores now. :)

I was amazed to find out that Ginsu still exists. But yeah, those knives are way nicer than their 70s/80s ancestors. Which, yeah, probably means they won’t work half as well. :) Gimme my cheap plastic-handled bread knife made of God-knows-what ANY DAY!

didilysims replied to your post “Random non-Sims things”

1) Pretty sure internet packages try to include TV these days because the TV stations are paying them extra money to force it on people. 2) I say it the American way (never heard the English way in my memory) but I spell it with an H. There are almost as many different spellings as there are different Canadians, however. I've also seen yogourt, which is an odd one.

1) I’m pretty sure you’re right. I’m also pretty sure that most people do still want TV...although I’m pretty sure that, as time goes on, most people will prefer to stream what they want when they want it, so I think standard TV’s kind of on its way to dinosaur-hood. So perhaps one day it will no longer be forced on people. Probably won’t happen before I croak, though. :P 2) Yeah, @twofingerswhiskey reblogged with a pic of a yog(h)(o)urt container spelled “yogourt,” which is apparently how they spell it in Quebec (so I guess that’s how it’s spelled in France? Who knew?), which is apparently where most of y’all’s yog(h)(o)urt is made. :) Which is kinda weird, if you ask me. Why Quebec? Are there no dairy cows in Saskatchewan or Ontario or Alberta? :) I’ve seen dairy cows in BC, so I know they’re there...

penig replied to your post “˜Tis reply time! \0/”

Army bases can be beautiful. Ever go to Ft. Sam Houston? There's a reason all the officers retire here...

Nope, never been there. I’m sorry to say that I avoid Texas as much as I can. No offense to you or to any other individual Texan out there, but...y’all have a lot of bombastic asshats amongst you. And y’all seem to elect sexist, grabby-hands asshats at an alarming rate, too. Whenever I’ve been in Texas, I’ve had bad experiences at the hands of those two groups. So...Yeah, not going there if I can possibly help it. THAT said, I know that the cities are generally better and I’d like to visit San Antonio one day -- and maybe Ft. Sam Houston -- because I’ve heard that it’s, like, the artsy/hippie capital of Texas, kind of like how Santa Fe/Taos is the artsy/hippie capital of New Mexico, but....yeah. *sigh*

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zombiejette · 6 years

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“So... Do we have a deal?”

It’s not easy hiding a traitorous ghost boyfriend from your ultra-religious father and the captain of his guard. Especially when you’ve already been hiding your own witchcraft from him and the town your entire life. And extra-especially after you’ve just agreed to hunt down the people who carry shards of boyfriend’s soul inside them in order to necromance him back to life.

Dating, am I right?

Meanwhile, Frollo is going “What’d you think she’s doing down there?” “Goddamned witchcraft sir,” is what ever-suspicious Pheobus would love to say, but instead, clenches his jaw and responds, “Probably nothing, your grace...”

This is part of mine and @bittyshawls‘ self-imposed installments to the youtube roleplay The Traitor Within Us. Our OC’s will be interacting with the rest of the official cast in these photo edits because it’s been years and we still don’t have any video-editing skills. Or patience. Or time. Shut up.

Hella long backstory under the cut.

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So, my character, Helga, is the adopted daughter of Judge Frollo, raised alongside his biological son John Rolfe. Helga’s real mother was actually a convicted magic user, back when Frollo was a young judge and single father to little John. He was very torn by her trial, since she was heavily pregnant during her imprisonment, making the argument for her death sentence a highly controversial one. He made sure to visit her to see that she got enough food beyond what the jailers were allowed to give her, and got to know her during their chats. The verdict kept getting stalled, mostly on his behalf, arguing that there was still not enough probable cause to doom her and her unborn baby to death. It ended up stalling long enough that she went into an early labor, which took her life. Before dying, she begged Frollo to take care of her baby, seeing as he was the only one who cared about its well-being besides herself. He agreed, and ruled that the infant also died during the birth, secretly hiding the fact that his newly adopted daughter was the same child.

As she grew up, Helga always knew she had a strong pull towards magic. Frollo could see it, and, fearing the same fate as her mother, forbade her from exploring her talents, making her promise to never seek out magic for her own good. At first, Helga was too young to do more than try to obey, but magic found her regardless. With a look or a shout or a well-timed phrase, she could cast little spells without trying, and her one mission quickly became to hide all evidence of this from Frollo. In her adolescence, she became very skilled at glamors, and has consistently enchanted the townsfolk from remembering instances of her using magic. This has given her quite a mysterious reputation of course; everyone is positive that there’s something slightly off about her... they're just not sure what. Nor can they remember how they actually came to this conclusion... (Well, maybe except for Phoebus. The lunkhead is uniquely resistant to spell-casting persuasions... probably because there’s not much going on upstairs to work with in the first place... That, and he’s never been too trusting of her in general). The only two people she refused to ever glamor were her father and brother, whom she actually does love dearly. After John was killed during the incident, her father spiraled into a deep depression. She was upset as well, but... arguably had something much more troublesome distracting her from her grief. And that something was the traitor himself. Tulio had also attached part of his soul to her, and at first, she hadn’t even noticed. Her ties with magic were already so strong that she didn’t sense anything being added to them. It was only after she decided to repeat her youth and give up magic for the time being (to better comfort her father and distance herself from a literal witch hunt) that she noticed something was off. She couldn’t turn it off. No matter how hard she concentrated, her control over her powers was inconsistent, and she felt 10 all over again. A week later, she discovered the truth with a visit from our beloved magician. They didn’t hit it off at first. She tried banishing, binding, hexing, scrying, anything she could to get him to leave her body. But like gum on a shoe, she was stubbornly stuck with the cocky paranormal parasite. It didn’t help that he kept visiting her dreams, popping up during dinners, and generally whispering pesky asides that definitely didn’t make her laugh sometimes, you’re crazy if you thought that for even a second. She just didn’t expect him to be actually kinda funny... ok? And you’re definitely bonkers for thinking anything about him was even remotely attractive... more like a derelict court jester than anyone who was going to be put to death for killing the king.... the fact that he’d even succeeded was something she was becoming increasingly perplexed by... Not to mention more curious about. Which leads us to this lovely little scene. Tulio just explained to her that he could finally leave her soul alone if he had a human body back again, but it would require her hunting down the scattered fugitives he horcruxed himself into so she could magically merge his soul into a new golem body. That shouldn’t be too hard though. Because if anyone could do it... it would definitely be the daughter of one of the most powerful witches in their kingdom’s history. Oh yes. He knew her mother. He knows who’s blood runs through these veins they currently share. But would she like to know more? Would she like to know what she’s really capable of?... Do they have a deal then? At this moment, they aren’t exactly dating yet, but sexy ghost times have happened... possibly more than once... all flavoring their arrangement with some unexpected tension. They can’t deny they make a good magical team... and Tulio did mention that he’d never seen glamors casted quite as cleverly as hers... almost like he was impressed...

And she’d blushed, of all things. Almost like she was flattered. Almost like giving him a human body wasn’t just for his benefit...

Oops this turned into a fic. Why Jen. Why you do this. Bitchy blonde badasses? Sexy times with ghosts? The whole time, all it did was remind me of High Spirits. The original background I had for them was inside an old castle study so that didn’t help either. Just replaces Tulio with Liam Neeson shhhhhh

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soft922-blog · 6 years

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Something to take inspiration from: Flaneur

Flaneur is part literary magazine, part culture journal, part serialized, interdisciplinary art object. The Berlin-based creators describe the publication as a "vessel." Each issue focuses on a specific street in a specific city across the globe, then explores each locale through idiosyncratic interviews, photo essays (with off-kilter layouts), poetry, illustrations, and even more abstract stylistic devices. "I don't think that Flaneur actually really is a magazine," Grashina Gabelmann, the co-editor-in-chief, told me. "I think it's just that we chose to present these streets in the magazine format."

Created in 2013 by Ricarda Messner (now the publisher), Flaneur is about to release its fourth edition, focused on Rome. While past issues have featured streets in vibrant, artist-hubs like Berlin, Leipzig, and Montreal, the Italian capital was a change of pace for Messner, Gabelmann, and Fabian Saul (the other editor-in-chief). Rome is full of history, but the city's present state felt stagnant and dry to the team, as well as the locals they spoke with while putting together this issue. As a result, they picked the most tourist-y and obnoxious street in the ancient city to be its nucleus: Corso Vittorio Emanuele II.

"How cool would it be to take the most annoying street where everyone thinks there's nothing left to discover, and then find something new in it?" explained Gabelmann.

The Rome issue features a photo essay where two photographers walked down Corso Vittorio separately and documented it with disposable cameras. It also includes an account of an experimental performance piece the editors organized in Italy in which they asked locals to "donate" water to a Roman ruin—the idea being to make the city less dry. But even when heavily conceptual, Flaneur never feels patronizing, nor does it fetishize the cities it focuses on.

I recently talked to Messner and Gabelmann about the newest edition, and how the publication has grown over time. Baudelaire would be proud.

What inspired you to create a magazine? Ricarda Messner: It was always pretty clear to me when I graduated that I always wanted to do something on my own. I never really knew what I would end up doing, but I always just had this feeling that I didn't see myself in this nine to five job. And then I came back from New York and the plan, the love, didn't work out. I was inspired by movies.

I always loved mixing also disciplines with each other, you know? And this is also what the magazine reflects. It has photography, it has architecture, it plays around with different layers. It made sense to me to try the concept with one-street-per-issue in a print format.

What inspired the one-street-per-issue theme? Messner: It had to do with returning to Berlin and rediscovering a town that I never really liked before. New York was my thing, and I always envisioned myself there. Then I was back again in Berlin, and I knew I had to have a closer look at it. I remember that I was looking out the windows at my parents' place a lot because it was so quiet compared to New York. I kept thinking about how my neighbor must have a completely different relationship to the street I spent 12 years of my life living on, and was now staring at out the window once again. And there was something interesting about taking something concrete—literally and figuratively, in this case—but then exploring it through a variety of forms with a sense of freedom. In the end, the street is being used as a storyteller with Flaneur. And that's the thing: When you walk down a street, you can't sum it up.

How has the magazine evolved since it began? Messner: Maybe two weeks ago, G and I sat down to discuss what we're learning from issue to issue—what we're really doing here, or what this thing is. We're realizing more and more that we're not a classic or traditional magazine, and we're also not going to communicate this. It should be clear from opening the front page.

Grashina Gabelmann: We didn't want to go with a travel guide approach where you end every article with a shop listing, address, map, etc. As I got more involved, I realized this was not the direction I wanted to be going in. It's not very interesting, and I think Ricarda felt that way as well. And then when our other editor Fabian came in, Flaneur got its literary twist. Fabian is integral to the conceptual and abstract aspects. He studied philosophy. So he brings in this literary, artistic feel.

Can you tell me about this upcoming issue, number four in Rome? Gabelmann: Rome was really a strange, unique experience. Berlin and Montreal are cities that have a strong cultural network. There's money and support for artists there, and both attract young people who make art. Leipzig has a weird underdog thing, which I think you can feel by reading our issue on it. But Rome is this ancient city that has such a history of art and culture, and it's really struggling to be modern. It was the first city where we felt that people actually needed our presence—even if that sounds patronizing or dickish.

Messner: Well, we offered some Romans a platform to talk about their home to people outside Rome.

Grashina: Yes, not to belittle anyone, but we did offer this. We organized a performance piece in Rome, and this one man described to us how the city is so fucking boring, so dry, and you can't even touch the ruins. There's no way of interacting with the city. It's like a live, sprawling museum, and Romans feel really trapped, in a way. He said something like, "I really want to turn the city into lakes so we can actually do something with the ruins." And so we said OK, yeah, let's do it.

Within two weeks, we had this performance planned. We printed out all these posters and signs that said something like "Rome is a boring and dry; Romans want water," and put them around the ruins. Then we made a little model—like a mini ruin—and put water in it with fish and had that in front of the ruin. We asked every passerby, "Hey, don't you want this to be a lake? How much water do you want to donate to turn this into a lake?" There was a fountain right next to the lake, so every time someone signed the petition, they had to take water from it and pour it into the ruins to symbolically start the lake. So we got people to pour in water, and then people were wearing bathing suits and towels and it became this public celebration and performance. The reactions from the Italian people who helped us were so overwhelmingly positive. They said, "Hey, we haven't done anything like this in months, or even years. We really haven't had the motivation or drive."

Messner: This project is documented in issue four. We videoed everything, so, we'll have a little documentary online, and an article in print. We'll include the posters and the scribbles and the behind-the-scenes details of creating this performance piece.

On the back of the book, the abstract or manifesto makes it clear that you guys aren't trying to capture the essence of a street or say, "This is it. This is Rome all summed up." Can you expand on that idea? Messner: You have to have this kind of mentality, because we're not from Rome. We only spent two months in Montreal—and even less time in Leipzig. What can we tell them about their city, after all? It's more about the discussion and the constant exchanged ideas related to an experience in a certain place. The artists who contribute work for Flaneur come from many disciplines and countries, and they are really free to create whatever they want.

How have people from each city responded to the Flaneur issues focused on their homes? Messner: In Leipzig, I felt like the initial response was, "Oh, these hipsters are coming and they're fucking ruining our town." They'd flick through the magazine and say, "Oh, I would have done this differently."

Gabelmann: Well, like, yeah, then you make a magazine. But anyway, their attitude to the final thing really matched our experience in the city. Our actual contributors were super happy with the result, but I think we sold 20 magazines at the launch party—not a big success. I don't know about Rome, but I think they will be proud.

You've had four issues now on four distinctly different streets in four cities. Why did you choose those specific streets in each city? Gabelmann: We had never been to Rome before, so we behaved like newborn children there. It was a very different approach, compared to the Berlin issue, which was very personal. Close to the Coliseum is the old political center of Rome. Basically from there to the river is a main traffic spot and it's busy. It's a street filled with both Romans and tourists all the time. So Fabian and I were in Rome for a week in the summer to find our street, and we had a really difficult time picking one at first.

At the end of the week, we met an architect and he said to us, "Oh, Corso Vittorio has something from every epoch of architecture and it's interesting." And we had no idea which street he was talking about. He replied, "That's impossible, you have to pass that street to go anywhere." We googled it and realized we were on that street three times a day, every day. But since it's so hectic and all the points of interests are on little side streets, we never looked it up and actually took in the street. So that was the initial interest: How can a street that's so busy and so important be that easy to ignore? At first, most Romans were irritated and asked us, why would you choose to represent Rome with that ugly street? And then on second thought, they were like, "Oh, OK, actually that's pretty interesting." Think of it this way: I'd love to do Broadway in New York. How cool would it be to take the most annoying street where everyone thinks there's nothing left to discover, and then focus on that place and find something new in it?

What do you think has succeeded most about Flaneur so far? Messner: Well, it's independent and I can also give the contributors and designers freedom to come up with crazy things. This is kind of my prime goal as a publisher: to offer this independent platform for these creative people to go wild with, for as long as possible.

Even our designers Michelle Phillips and Johannes Conrad [both of Studio Y-U-K-I-K-O] come to these towns with us, and this is why every issue of Flaneurlooks different. They each have their own design voice, plus you can see that we play with the medium as well—there are fold-outs, different sorts of paper, and various art styles and mediums in each issue that make sense just for that issue.

Gabelmann: I think another big thing is that we don't go to Rome and interview an artist about his work, and then publish some photos of his work that's been in galleries, alongside the interview. But rather, we meet that artist and then come up with a concept with him on the street—like that performance piece—which is specifically conceived for Flaneur.

I always think about one of my first lectures at university where the professor explained that a magazine is just something that holds something. Like, a gun has a magazine case. A magazine is a vessel. I don't think that Flaneur actually really is a magazine. I think it's just that we chose to present these streets in the magazine format.

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astrofireworks · 7 years

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Kk (possible binu story here we go) so my friend works at a small convenience store and apparently there was this really cute guy that came in once to go to the bathroom so she was like yeah I'll never see him again bUt HE came back and he kept coming back to buy the randomest things and talk to her and then once he walked up to the counter and put five dollars down and asked if he had enough to get her number and they've been on one date so far and they're really cute emergersh

ADSJFHKSDJ THIS IS SO CUTE AND PURE I’M !!!!!!!!!!!!! it’s here it’s your local binu trash coming through w ur daily binu post

also @binsmoon was talking about a Best Hit AU ehehehehe when you mentioned convenience store I thought of this one scene and their gs25 commercial ayeeee ok to differentiate Myungjun & Eunwoo’s MJ I’ll label Eunwoo as MJ™

“Here’s your vest and here’re the keys and yes there you go buddy now you’re prepared"

Bin shaking because wow his manager seems very blasé

I mean, he’s been through a training session already so he more or less knows how everything works but

That's

That’s it?

No warnings or ?????

At Bin’s mildly confused look, the manager sighs heavily and pats him on the back

@ Bin: “Try and last as long as you can, buddy"

Bin, now slightly terrified:

@ Bin: “if someone in a hood comes in and you think he’s a celebrity don’t say a single word"

Bin, now not-so-slightly terrified:

@ Bin: “ok yep bye"

Bin, with his vest on, standing behind the counter, staring at a display of banana milk & minion tic tacs: “oh good lord"

He’s not prepared for this and he’ll never be

MJ™’s dumbfounded

It’s literally the second time this week his manager’s had a stomachache on the road & they’ve had to stop at the road side

He peers suspiciously out the window

Huh a convenience store

Recoils because he remembers that last time he went to a convenience store

Ok but what are the chances it’ll happen again????

His CEO should have solved whatever the heck went down

Also this is an entirely different chain so really he shouldn’t have a problem

He stretches a bit, grabs his wallet and hops off the car, slapping sunglasses & a black face mask on

Can’t have anyone recognising MJ™ when he’s on a mission to collect all the limited edition minion tic tac bottles

Huh he’s heard that the banana milk he did a CF for sold really well maybe he should get some too

MJ™ pushing open the door and-

"Hi hello welcome to GS25"

A really nice voice

MJ™ peers past his sunglasses

A cute boy !!!!

Who’s currently wringing his hands and staring at MJ™

MJ™ wincing because he hopes this boy doesn’t recognise him

Turning away to look for that one minion tic tac box he doesn’t have

Fhskdhsjhd the worst thing about wearing a face mask with glasses / sunglasses is that when you breathe it fogs up your glasses

MJ™: heck it

MJ™ removing the damn sunglasses and mask because choosing these boxes are impORTANT

Bin being frozen because

Um ????????????

A man in a hood & sunglasses & face mask

Either a celebrity or a criminal

Bin peers at the man’s jeans and shoes

Huh

Nice jeans, nice shoes

Probably not a criminal???????

But he might have stolen those

Might be a criminal???????

But before he decides, the man turns around again, looking at the banana milk display

Wait

W a i t

That face

Is the one

On the banana milk display

Bin watching as the man warily picks up a banana milk packet and squints at it

Bin trying to peer at the banana milk display to see if anyone’s put the guy’s name there

"MJ™”? ????

Nah but he looks different

This one looks a little chubbier and softer

And looks slightly taller

Right ????

MJ™ turning around and seeing the cashier squinting at him

Oh shit did he get recognised?

He tugs his hood lower over his eyes and walks up to the cashier, depositing his minion tic tacs and banana milk and pulling out some cash

Bin shrugging and scanning the man’s items

Even if this were MJ™, his manager told him not to say anything so

But if it isn’t, wow Bin would Tap That

Eyelashes longer than Bin’s lifespan and bright, bright eyes

Also soft cheeks that Bin really wants to poke

Look at them

So soft

It’s only when the receipt machine beeps that Bin tears his eyes away from the man's

Wow

Truly a blessing

He guesses that if it were really MJ™ he truly is a famous idol singer for a reason

As MJ™ swings the door closed Bin slumps on his high chair near the cashier

Truly about to weep

He’ll never see this beautiful man again, whether or not he’s MJ™

MJ™ slumps in his car seat too

Wow

He’ll highkey never see the cute cashier guy again

He felt the cashier’s eyes on him the whole time he was in the store

I mean he was highkey uncomfortable at first but

The cashier didn’t say anything other than his welcome, goodbye and his total

So perhaps he didn’t recognise MJ™

But wow

Reddish brown fringe peeking out from under a backwards cap

Bright, cat-like eyes

Shiny, MJ™’s brain notes

You like shiny things, MJ™’s brain continues

You like this boy, MJ™’s brain concludes

Flustered, MJ™ scowls and buries himself deeper in his car seat

Dammit

He’ll never see him again though

MJ™ didn’t even think to look at his name tag so now he can’t even google him

MJ™ groans

And groans again the next day because wow truly does his manager never go to the toilet before leaving the broadcast station?

Until the car slows and he peers outside

GS25

Again?

MJ™ grabs his wallet and clambers out of the car, hollering at his manager that he’d be getting them drinks only to receive a pained nod in reply

MJ™ strolling into GS25, heart pounding disproportionately hard

Bin looking up from where he’s reading the latest episode of Tower of God and standing up to greet whoever it is

I highly recommend Tower of God it’s an amazing webtoon

And being stunned because wow here’s maybe-MJ™ here again?????

Bin mumbling out a hello in shock because like

What were the chances ????????

The angel is here again?????????

MJ™ buying milk this time and casually sneaking a look

Many looks

At (squints) 운민?

(Squints slightly more) 운빈?

(Squints more) 문빈?

Bin feeling a little self conscious because wow he’s only here reading his webtoon but

Maybe-MJ™ is squinting in his general direction

So he coughs politely and asks, “Can I help you?"

Cue MJ™ flushing red and going "no no no no” and marching up to the counter and handing Bin his milk

Bin thinks his blush is really very cute

it stars with maybe-MJ™’s ears and slowly slides down his cheeks

cheeks that Bin would really like to kiss

Bin: uh ok anywAY

Bin: “yes ok your total will be 3.4k w"

MJ™ sliding his milk back across the counter and taking his change and coughing

Bin:

MJ™: "uh yes do you happen to have this minion tictac box it’s the only one I don’t have"

Bin:

Bin: oh my god he’s a minion fanatic

Bin: dammit well nobody’s perfect

Bin: "uh yes hold on I’ll go look in the back for you"

Looking in the back entails MJ™ trailing Bin to the back of the store to get a ladder & trailing him back to the front to check the boxes at the very top of the shelves

Also entails MJ™ enjoying a nice view of Bin climbing a ladder because holy shit this boy is fit

Also entails MJ™ blushing when Bin catches sight of him staring

Bin climbing down with the right tic tac box and heading over to the cashier to ring MJ™ up

MJ™ staring the whole way because wow cashier boy looks different when he doesn’t have a cap on

His fringe is combed away from his forehead and he looks older, somehow

Bin:

Bin: "yeah I’ve heard that quite often apparently it makes me look smarter too"

MJ™ spluttering because wow he said that out loud????

Gre a t jo b MJ™

Bin: "ok but to be fair I think you look better without your mask too"

MJ™:

MJ™: blushing

Wow truly he needs to stop blushing whenever Bin says something

There’s absolutely no reason

He knows he’s beautiful

Just that

Hearing it from Bin????????

Makes his heart do backflips and scream

MJ™ casually sliding on sunglasses and rolling his way out of GS25

Bin staring after him and wondering if that was to cover up the fact that maybe-MJ™ was turning very alarmingly red from blushing

MJ™’s manager staring at the milk packets in his hand

"You know we have like boxes of these free back at the company after your CF with them you don’t have to go to GS25 for them”

MJ™:

MJ™: “yes well”

MJ™: “what if I’m going for a different reason”

Manager: low-key freaking out because !!!!! what if MJ™ met someone in there and they recognised him and The Incident happened again !!!!!!!!

Manager: also catches sight of MJ™’s new minion tic tac box

Oh well NEVERMIND then

Best leave MJ™ to collect them by himself

MJ™ tapping away at his phone trying to find social media accounts with the name Moon Bin

Because there’s no way he’s letting such a fine man pass by without doing something

MJ™ finding out that he’s only a year younger than MJ™ is and that he photographs really well holy shit because all the photos of Bin he finds are A+++

Bin crying in GS25 because wow two days in a row is already a good streak what are the chances that maybe-MJ™ will visit again

Close to never probably

Next day passes and while Bin’s harbouring a small hope for it, it’s quickly shattered when his shift is over and maybe-MJ™ doesn’t appear

Isn’t sad or anything nope not at all

:-(

Day after though,

MJ™: “manager, stop the car pls"

Manager: wow ok I don’t even have a stomachache what does he want

MJ™ grabbing his wallet and hopping out of the car

Manager, yelling out the window: "don’t gET THE DAMN BANANA MILK"

MJ™, bursting into GS25: GOTTA GET THE BANANA MILK

Bin:

Bin: aiyah

And so he rings up two banana milks and a minion tic tacs

(He wanted to rip the display out of its base the first day he started working but if it’s what keeps maybe-MJ™ coming back then damn what the world thinks of minions, he’ll keep them just for MJ™)

MJ™ humming in happiness because he finally got the last minion tic tac box in the collection

Through no help of Bin’s at all nope he totaly didn’t place an order last night for that last remaining box on the chain’s supply site at all nope

:–)

MJ™ realising that this

This is it

This is the last minion box in the collection he doesn’t need to stop by GS25 again

And he wants to say something but his manager honks and MJ™ casts one last look at Bin, smiles charmingly, winks then runs out

Bin nearly has a heart attack

He thought maybe-MJ™ would protecc but he attACC

Bin’s on a cloud for the rest of the day, truly

Wow that smile

Crinkly eye smile

Beautiful teeth

wow i’m so sorry i keep inserting visual aids today but !!!! somE BEAUTIFUL THINGS MUST BE SHARED

Bin, chinhands while thinking about MJ™ & sighing dreamily

When the store is empty he totally doesn’t talk to the MJ™ banana milk display at all

Totally not at all

"Hey handsome,,,,,,,,,,,,"

"So uh are you mistaken for MJ™ a lot"

"If you are,,,,,,,,"

"Haha what does MJ™ stand for,,,,,,,,,, Mr 잘생겼어,,,,,,,,,,,,"

Bin, whacking himself in the head because wow truly this is so dumb he’s so dumb

Doesn’t stop him from looking up excitedly every time someone comes in the store though

And three days later at the very tail end of Bin’s shift when he’s totally given up hope of seeing maybe-MJ™ again

MJ™ slides into the store

MJ™ slapping down a five thousand won note and eyeing Bin

Bin blinking because son?????

Bin: "uh I can ring up banana milk but I need you to bring the packets to me so I c-"

MJ™: "no"

Bin: ??????????

MJ™, already feeling a flush creep up his neck: "uh"

MJ™: "is this enough"

MJ™: "to uh buy your number??????"

Bin thinks he needs to take a seat

Bin, coughing to buy time

MJ™: o my god he doesn’t really want to give me his number he was just being a polite employee the whole time

Bin, sliding back the five thousand won note after a while

MJ™ crying internally already because wow truly he’s just made a fool of himself time to never step into another GS25 ever again

Bin: "only if this is enough to buy yours"

MJ™:

MJ™, eventually unfreezing and laughing in relief and huffing: "well see my number is really expensive but I’d be willing to give it to you along with an autograph in exchange for a date"

MJ™ trying to cover up the fact that he’s basically floundering inside

Bin, chinhands @ MJ™ and blinking his bright eyes and smiling

lmk why when i google moonbin chinhands it’s just pictures of seungjun

Wow truly MJ™’s so so so weak already for his smile but then he remembers Bin hasn’t replied

tsk of course he says yes

He’ll probably say yes to anything MJ™ asks let’s be real

Go on a date with MJ™? yeah sure

Get married to MJ™?? Hell yeah

Kill a man for MJ™?? Bin is down for it

Same Binnie same

good lord i’m so in love with both eunwoo and moonbin someone stop me

#vivi answers stuff #astro #astro fic #binu #hello it me i back w trash #!!#convenience store anon #i am very much earlier than usual today #also anon!!#buddy i think u sent me the same thing twice!!!#team s o a p #i love binu so much wow stopp me #i wrote half a camp counselor au & half the clumsy barista au & another instalment of the mermaid au and ????????#me being all over the place

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VIXX Hongbin: College!AU

So it took a while for me to get back to this little AU series that I’m doing, but here’s the third one, and it’s for our Bean. Hope you like it <3

“Y/n!”

You spun around on the computer chair as you heard someone call your name. “Yes?”

The newspaper club’s president smiled, “We need certain photos for this article, but none of our photojournalists were able to take many photos. Do you think you can head to the photography club and ask if we could use their photos if they have any?”

“Sure thing.” you nod and grab your things then head out to the photography club’s room.

You happily knock on the club’s door, but there’s no response. You try once again, but as there is still no response, you cautiously open the door. “Hello?”

A male student looked up from his laptop and smiled, “Oh hi. Sorry, I was a bit busy.”

As soon as he smiled, you recognized him as Hongbin. He was one of the best friends of your classmate, Ken. Hongbin was obviously a member of the photography club, but you also knew he was a member of the basketball team. You’ve seen him play- he was actually really good. You often saw him around the campus, carrying a camera. It was always a cute and charming sight for you.

You never really got to talk to this guy though, mostly because he was always either with his friends or surrounded by dozens of girls. A lot of them had a crush on him, and you could understand why. Some of your photojournalist friends often take photos of him when he’s part of a basketball game, and they fangirl together. Surprisingly, he doesn’t have a girlfriend. He’s not a flirt either. Based on what you see, he’s easily flustered and shy.

Remembering why you were there, you spoke up, “It’s fine.” you clear your throat and continue, “I’m y/n from the newspaper club and I was just wondering if I could ask for a favor.”

Hongbin nodded, “What’s that?”

“I need pictures of an event for an article we’re writing, but the photojournalists need more photos than what they have. Would you happen to have photos that we could use? Only if it’s alright with you, of course, you’d be credited.”

Hongbin smiles even wider, revealing his dimples. “I don’t mind.” he chuckles.

“Great!” you grin.

You tell him to prepare his files, and when he’s done, the two of you head to the newspaper club’s room. You open the door, only to find the other members gone. Heaving a sigh because you’re quite worried about being alone with Hongbin, you sheepishly grin. “There’s no one here…I hope you don’t mind.”

Hongbin returns the smile. “I prefer it that way. I’m not really fond of big crowds.”

You smile at him and usher for him to take a seat. Sitting next to each other, you open your laptop and Hongbin gives you his files. You click on the folder of the said event and start browsing. You copy some photos to your laptop while giving him compliments for taking such great shots. Every time you compliment him, he’d get shy and cute, saying that it’s really nothing.

Afterwards, you turn to face him and ask, “Is it ok if I see your other photos? I just think these are amazing, so I want to see more.”

Hongbin, blushing from the compliments but obviously happy and proud of himself, nods. “Go ahead.”

You quickly browse through the other photos and folders and are left in awe of how good he is. No wonder why he’s really loved by the photography club. “Hongbin!”

“What?” he looks surprised but is grinning widely, chuckling even.

You playfully clap your hands in front of him, “You really are a talented photographer. Bravo!”

Hongbin shyly smiles and continues to chuckle, “Thank you, y/n. I’ve seen your photos on the newspaper too. You’re not bad as well.”

“Thank you very much.” you chuckle back. Contrary to what you were expecting, that it would be hard to interact with him, it actually wasn’t. He was such a polite and friendly person, which made it easier for you to talk to.

After a while, you thank him for being kind enough to let your club use his photos. He politely excuses himself, and as soon as he’s gone and the door is closed, you lean back on your chair. Sighing heavily, you smile to yourself as you feel your heart thumping loudly. “What is wrong with me?” you say to no one but yourself.

A few days later, you are at indoor gymnasium, taking photos of the volleyball players as they practice. Your club was asked by the faculty to prepare a special section dedicated to sports. “Hmm…the lighting isn’t quite right.” you mumble to yourself.

You fiddle with the settings of your camera, trying to get the adjustments right. Just then, you hear a voice from behind. “Let me help you.”

You turn around and chuckle as you see Hongbin. He flashes a dorky, cute smile and takes the camera from you, fiddling with the buttons and making adjustments. “That should do it.” he smiles.

You take your camera. “Thank you so much.”

You point your camera to the players’ direction and snap away. Afterwards, you preview your shots and gape at your camera’s screen. “They look amazing,” you laugh and face Hongbin, “you really are good at this, aren’t you, Photographer Hongbin?”

He just blushes again and shyly scratches his nape, “I’m not that amazing, but thank you.”

You chuckle at his cute shyness and humility. You give him a friendly pat on the arm. “You’re great, don’t deny it.”

Hongbin now chuckles with you, still flustered, but you can tell by his expression that he is genuinely happy to hear that.

Since you’re satisfied with the shots you took, you smile at Hongbin. “I actually need pictures of the other sports teams. I’m done with the soccer team, the baseball team and the track and field team, but I still need shots of the basketball team.”

“We have a practice game later after classes.” Hongbin says, “You can come with me and take shots.”

“Will you be playing? Girls will be happy to have pictures of you.” you tease.

A smile forms on Hongbin’s lips, but you notice that there’s tinge of sadness in it. “No, I won’t. If you’d like, I’ll help you take pictures. I’ll bring my camera.”

You beam, “Yes, I’d like that. It’s going to be fun.”

Hongbin grins wider this time. He’s just as excited as you are.

Over the next few weeks, you and Hongbin become good friends. You even meet some of his friends, namely Ravi and Hyuk. The two like to tease you as a couple, and while Hongbin gets flustered and panicky, you remain calm and brush it off. Though deep inside, you know they have a point because somewhere along the journey of your friendship with Hongbin, you developed feelings for him. Not like other girls who think he’s just a pretty face, you actually like Hongbin for who he is. You love being with him. Of course, you wouldn’t admit it just yet.

Eventually, the two of you also became some sort of photography duo. Though he’s not an official newspaper club member, your club’s president allows him to partner with you when photos are needed. He doesn’t feel comfortable working with the other photojournalists, so he’s always paired with you because he feels more comfortable that way. Soon after, the newspaper club and the photography club somehow merged and developed a partnership because of how much you and Hongbin work together.

During the times that you two aren’t taking photos, busy with classes or basketball practice, you both go to cafés and talk over coffee. Sometimes, you’d also go around the area, looking for aesthetic-looking places to practice your photography. Hongbin would often take photos of you, and you’d take photos of him. Some photos are pretty and good-looking, and there are also candid, silly photos that the two of you laugh at.

******

One evening, you stay up late in the library because you’re editing the layout and pictures of the soon-to-be published issue of the club’s newspaper. You’ve been there for hours, finalizing everything. While other members are editing and checking the written works, you are busy with the more creative and artsy side. When you’ve finished, you didn’t notice that it was past midnight. So you shut down your laptop and keep all your things, but the last thing you remember was that everything went black.

Minutes later, Hongbin drops by to check on you, but is surprised to see that you’ve fallen asleep. Your things are already packed, but he assumes that you were too tired to move, so you fell asleep there. Having a debate with himself, he was deciding whether to take you to your dorm or his. He’d take you to your dorm, but he doesn’t want to search you or invade your privacy by searching your bag for your dorm keys. He ends up making the decision to take you to his dorm.

Quietly, he carries you and sneakily heads for his room. Once there, he gently sets you on his bed and tucks you in with a blanket. Taking this as an opportunity, he gently smiles at your sleeping form, relieved that you’re getting rest. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face before he goes to sleep himself.

The next morning, you wake up, rubbing your eyes. The first thing you realize is that there is an earthy scent in the room. You don’t recall owning any scented candles or something of that sort, so you abruptly sit up. Even the bed and blanket is different. You look around the room. The things are very organized and neatly placed. You remember your desk being cluttered with papers, so this couldn’t have been your room. Whose was it? You look around, and when a body on the floor catches your attention, you cover your mouth and gasp. Then, you remember that you were up late, finishing your work for the club. You kneel on the floor next to Hongbin, who is just lying down on a thin mattress with small pillows. You sigh but smile at how gentle and thoughtful he was, but feel bad that he had to sleep on the floor. You wake him up gently by running your hands through his hair. When his eyes slowly open, he smiles sleepily, “Hi, y/n.” His voice is sleepy but sexy, however, you shake the thought away.

“Thanks for bringing me here, but you could have woken me up so that you wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor.” you chuckle.

“It’s fine. You looked really tired.” Hongbin states and you just smile at him.

He sits up and smiles, still sleepy, and you let out a little giggle. Reaching out, you fix his bed hair. “Such unruly hair.” you joke, and Hongbin laughs.

As you’re too focused on fixing his unruly bed hair, Hongbin whispers, “Y/n.”

He takes his chance and leans forward. Before you could react, you feel his soft lips on yours, and without any thought, you kiss back; it’s a short kiss, but when you two pull away, you’re smiling at each other like dorks. Blushing, you look down, and Hongbin takes your hand in his. “I never had the courage to ask, but I think I do now. Are you busy today? I’d like take you out on a real, proper date.”

You grin, still a bit shy, but you manage to answer, “Whoa really? Me? I’d love to.”

Hongbin happily smiles, his dimples more visible than ever. He squeezes your hand tighter and leans forward again. You both close your eyes, and once his lips are on yours, you’ve forgotten you’re on the floor and you both get lost in the kiss.

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