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dovechim · 5 years ago

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bam! you got scammed! 02 (m)

please read part 01 here first

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➾ warnings: excessive mentions of cum, mentions of unsanitary usage of cum, squirting dildo, cam girl/ cam boy AU, male masturbation, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, slight slut shaming, unprotected sex, creampie

➾ summary: some might say it’s unethical. some might even say you’re a scammer. in this dog eats dog world, the line between right and wrong is a grey area indeed. but as a cam girl, there’s no such thing as work ethic, at least not to you.

jeon jeongguk learns the hard way when he falls for your scam, but you can be sure he isn’t about to let you get away with this.

➾ a/n: thank you for all the messages of love!!! i enjoyed reading them ^^ as promised, this is the final part for this series. enjoy, and as always, have a lovely week ahead ♡

Seokjin unlocks the door, whistling a jaunty tune as he twirls his keys on his index finger. Life is good. He just got paid after completing a particularly large order, all his washing is being taken care of, and now he can relax and unwind with one of his cupcakes from the reject pile, and a glass of wine.

But when he walks into the kitchen, the bowls and utensils are still piled high in the sink. Not a single item has been washed, and the kitchen is in the exact same state as he had left it.

Seokjin leaves the kitchen and sees that Jeongguk’s keys are where they should be on his designated spot on the counter, so it means that he is home. Why isn’t he doing the dishes then? He heads to Jeongguk’s room and knocks loudly five times, unable to keep the agitation from his voice.

“Jeon, why aren’t the dishes done yet? I told you earlier, didn’t I? I need to use them again later, and if they’re not washed and dried by then—“

There is no answer, so Seokjin takes it upon himself to open the door, shielding his eyes from whatever shenanigans that might be going on—

But all he finds is Jeon Jeongguk glaring at his computer screen, a whisk on his desk. He doesn’t even stir when Seokjin clears his throat. Finally, Seokjin prods him on the shoulder. “Are you… what are you doing? How was the stream?”

“Don’t talk about it, hyung.” Jeongguk is very clearly sulking, but there is a firmness to his jaw that puts Seokjin on edge slightly. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

On the outside, Jeon Jeongguk may look calm and composed. But in reality, on the inside he is on the verge of a mental breakdown. How could you do such a thing? All this while you had been scamming him and who knows how many others, and if not for him, no one would have ever been the wiser. The person whom he admired turned out to be nothing but a cheater and a shameless scammer, and it’s just too hard to accept.

“Is this a… wow, this looks pretty good,” Seokjin is distracted by the whisk currently on Jeon Jeongguk’s table, and he picks it up to inspect it closely. “It’s a good brand too! Where did you get it? Are you starting to get into baking? I’ll teach you the ropes!”

“Don’t bother,” Jeongguk mutters in response to Seokjin’s mounting excitement. “It was a special prize for the winner of this week’s bidding contest. From meringuebaby. It was just another one of her toys.”

“Her… her toys?” Seokjin drops the whisk immediately as the real purpose of this instrument dawns on him. His fingers feel filthy. But he’s able to put aside his disgust for a moment as he notices how down Jeon Jeongguk looks, and how monotone his voice is, when he should be on top of the moon after his favourite cam girl’s stream. “But… what’s wrong? Why do you look and sound like someone just scammed you of a million dollars?”

Jeongguk blows out a sigh as his shoulders droop. “I did get scammed, hyung.”

“What?!” Seokjin can’t exactly say he’s surprised, but his reaction comes out just the same anyway. It’s all he can think of to say, because as much as he’d warned Jeongguk before, he never thought that this would actually happen.

Just then, Yoongi happens to walk by Jeongguk’s open door, and he pokes his head in. Sizing up the situation: Jeongguk’s depressed state, Seokjin’s open mouth; he puts two and two together.

“She sent you a whisk because you’re that whipped for her.” Yoongi says in a deadpan tone. “Get it? Whipped?”

“Fuck off, hyung,” Jeongguk says with no real venom in his voice, but that’s how Seokjin knows that the youngest is truly affected to a serious extent by all of this. His usual self wouldn’t even glare at Yoongi, let alone swear at him.

But Yoongi cackles as he walks off, scratching his butt as he gets ready to start on an all-nighter. “Don’t get mad, Jeon. Get even.”

Jeongguk is quiet for a moment as Yoongi’s words sink in. Seokjin glances at the youngest in concern, and what he says next scares Seokjin so much that he almost shits his pants.

“He’s right. I’m gonna fucking get even.”

♡

You walk into class with not even a care in the world. Your skin is clear, assignments submitted, and your bank account is not in the negatives for once. Settling in your seat, you find yourself beside Jeon Jeongguk again, and you greet him with a cheerful smile.

“Morning! Isn’t it a great day?” You grin at him. “Oh, I wanted to ask you! Did you manage to find a part-time job? You paid the tuition on time right?”

Jeongguk’s smile looks a little forced as he turns to you. “Y-yeah, I did. I asked for an advance payment and got a loan.”

“That’s great! Everything turned out well then!” You pat him on the back in congratulations. “I’m happy for you!”

But Jeongguk only sighs as he watches the professor start up his laptop, and load the first slide on a pair project worth half the grade. “By the way… have you ever been scammed before, ______?”

Caught off guard at the sudden change in topic, you frown in thought. “Scammed? Um… no, I can’t say I have… I mean, who falls for scams nowadays? Love scams, credit card fraud, things like that are pretty easy to catch aren’t they?”

“Not all,” Jeongguk says glumly. “Scammers these days are becoming smarter and smarter. And the ways which they scam people…” he groans as he runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “You won’t believe how these pieces of scum live their lives.”

Jeongguk seems to be getting more and more worked up, and you laugh, trying not to let the nervousness become too obvious.

“Did you… did you get scammed recently?”

“Yeah, I did,” Jeongguk clenches his fists, and his jaw hardens, his tongue against the side of his cheek. He looks thoroughly pissed, and even though you’re pretty sure he’s not angry at you, seeing this side of him is almost enough for you to piss your pants. You thought he was nothing more than a cute boy with doe eyes, but it seems like he’s capable of having quite a temper too.

“I’m sorry… that must be so awful.” You sigh, patting him on the back cautiously. Despite his predicament, it doesn’t damper your spirits of having money in your bank account for the first time. And so, you feel generous again. “You know what? If you be my partner for this project, lunch is on me today. There’s this new hotdog place on campus, we should go there.”

At the mention of food, the dark and stormy look on his face fades, and his bunny smile is back in full force.

“Can I get two hotdogs?”

♡

“You stay with your roommate?” Jeongguk is munching on his second hotdog and holding his third one as he follows you into your apartment. “It’s a nice place, way nicer than the hellhole I live in.”

You open the door to your room and show him in. “Really? I thought it was just normal… how bad is your place?”

“It’s probably because I live with two other guys,” Jeongguk adds as an afterthought. “One of them pulls all-nighters and then he eats the entire contents of our kitchen. The other one destroys our kitchen every time he bakes.”

Jeongguk finds an empty spot to put his bag down, right by your closet as he gets out his notes from the lecture. He takes a seat on the chair that you pulled out for him. “Should we start with the project outline first?”

You are organising your desk, trying to find all the past week’s notes for that module. “Yeah sure. Just give me a minute though. I think I left some of my notes in the living room outside.”

You excuse yourself to leave the room, and Jeongguk occupies himself with reading the first few bullet points on the page. But after a while, he gets bored, and he glances around your room.

The décor is nice. There is a pink fluffy mat under his feet that feels soft, and the walls are painted a similar shade. Your desk is neat and organized, with just your computer and a few stacks of paper on it, and a pink throw is draped over the back of your chair. Overall, it’s a very cute and girlish bedroom, but it strikes him as a little odd because he wouldn’t have pinned you for that princess type.

He pushes his chair backwards to get a better look at the room, and it bumps into your closet. He freezes immediately, not wanting to damage anything, but luckily, it didn’t make a dent. Jeongguk turns back around in relief, but right at that moment, something soft and pink falls onto his head, and it partially obscures his vision.

“What the fu—“ Jeongguk shakes his head wildly, hands coming up to brush the foreign object out of his eyes, when he realises what it is— a pink wig.

His stomach sinks and his breath quickens as he inspects it more closely, turning it around and around in his hands until he is holding the top of the wig.

It looks exactly like meringuebaby’s hair.

Jeongguk stands up to look at the top of the closet where the wig apparently fell from, and he tiptoes so that he can see if anything else is stored there. He catches a glimpse of pink, white, and some glittery things, and amidst all that, a star topped wand.

“What the fuck,” Jeongguk mutters to himself over and over as he glances back at the desk, then at the wall opposite. No wonder it looked so familiar. He’s been seeing this room every week for the past year, and that can only mean—

“I found it!” You open the door at that very moment, a smile on your face as you hold up a stack of notes. “What are you doing— oh.”

You see Jeon Jeongguk holding your pink wig in his clenched fist, and your heart skips a beat. How did he even find that? You made sure to put away all traces of your alter-ego after you’re done with your stream, in case anyone comes over at the last minute.

“Oh, I use that for cosplay sometimes,” you laugh nervously as you reach out for it. “It must have dropped from on top of the closet, right? Sorry about that. I should put away my things more neatly.”

You are rambling out of nervousness, and you are fully aware of it. But you can’t help yourself, especially when Jeongguk turns to you slowly, the same look on his face. His tongue is pushed against the side of his cheek, a muscle jumps in his cheek, and his eyes are narrowed.

“Are you… are you meringuebaby?”

Your first instinct is to deny it. But then Jeongguk shifts his gaze to where the star of your wand is sticking out from the top of your wardrobe, and he almost looks as if he’s going to march over and pull it out. All of a sudden, you can’t remember where you stashed away your purple squirting dildo, it might have been behind the star wand—

Jeon Jeongguk is reaching up for the wand, and is about to pull it down.

“I am! Yes, I am,” your cheeks are burning with mortification as you blurt out the truth in order to stop him from reaching for the star wand. “Do you… do you watch my streams?”

Jeongguk turns back to you with an unfathomable look on his face. “I did way more than just watch them.”

“Are you a… are you a subscriber, by any chance?” Your voice grows higher and higher with every word, and suddenly, his expression darkens.

His eyes scan your body up and down, and he shakes his head in disbelief. “You look… you look so different.”

You realise that he’s not so subtly staring at your chest, and then at your face.

“It was all a lie, wasn’t it?” Jeongguk looks around the room slowly. “The girl on stream and you… you’re like two different people. Your voice is different. Your eyes are different. Your face is different. Fuck, even your tits are different!”

“Did you really think a pink haired girl with blue eyes and huge anime tits who constantly giggles and eats cupcakes all day long really exists?” You roll your eyes as you cross your arms defensively to shield your chest from his gaze. “Next you’ll be telling me you believe that Gamer Girl Bath Water is real too!”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen before he averts his gaze with a jerk of his head, and that reflex action tells you everything you need to know.

“I didn’t buy it,” Jeongguk clears his throat defensively and crosses his arms again, looking as if he is trying to regain his composure. “Anyway, that’s not the point. I can’t believe you’re a fraud. I thought you were better than this. I really… I really…”

I really admired you.

Jeongguk is unable to get the words out. He feels pathetic, like his world has just come crashing down. More than that, he feels embarrassed to be like this in front of you.

“…can’t believe this,” he says as he dumps the wig on the ground, dusting his hands off as if he’d just touched something dirty. Your eyes narrow at his behaviour, and a part of you starts to get angry. Jeongguk kicks the pink wig across the floor, and that’s when you really lose it.

“That was totally unnecessary,” you cross your arms as you glare at him, your embarrassment vanishing in the face of your anger. “If you watched my streams, then you have no right to act as if what I’m doing is disgusting. You enjoyed it too, you have no right to act like you’re superior.”

Jeon Jeongguk only clenches his fists and says nothing.

“It’s not my fault that I don’t match up with the version of me that you made up in your head,” you say finally. “Yeah, I mean it sucks, realising that someone you watch on stream every week is actually something else in real life, but what are you gonna do, huh? Reality is disappointing!”

“It’s not just that! Do you really not feel guilty at all for what you’re doing?” Jeongguk shoots back. “You’re scamming people! You promise them one thing, and then behind their backs you scam and con them of their money. I bet you get a huge laugh every time you get the cum in the mail. Oh wait, you don’t even open it! You just throw it out like it’s trash and then laugh in our faces!”

Upon hearing him, your heart freezes in your chest. All this while you thought that he was calling you out for being a fraud because you wear five pushup bras and a ton of makeup, but now it seems as if…

“Wa-wait, what are you talking about?” Your hands start to get sweaty. Did he find out? No, that’s impossible. How would he know just by seeing the pink wig and your star wand? All it tells him is that you’re a cam girl streamer, so how would he—

“Drop the act, I know you pretend to stuff strangers’ cum inside you, but all you really do is just use fake cum in your purple dildo,” Jeongguk points an accusing finger at you.

“How did you— how did you…” Your voice trails off, and your eyes dart around the room for any incriminating hints. No one but Irene knows about this, so how did he…?

Jeongguk has had enough of confronting this scammer. The girl whom he thought he admired turned out to be nothing like what he imagined. At least now he knows that you never read the letter he wrote to you, so he can at least retain some of his dignity.

“I thought you were different, at least,” Jeongguk says at last, and somehow, those words feel like a stab to your gut. He picks up his bag and brushes past you on the way to the door. “I’ll see myself out.”

You pick up your wig, turning around to follow him out, but Jeongguk is quicker, and the front door slams. You groan in frustration, throwing the wig against the door. Just then, you spot the package that you’d been meaning to dispose of in a bio-hazard safe way still sitting near the door, and it hits you.

That package didn’t really contain cum after all, did it? You never opened it to check, and you still did your stream as per normal. Picking up the box, you take a deep breath and open the lid to confirm for sure, half hoping that you’ll see something disgusting like congealed cum in vials, like the first few times you did this.

But all that the box contains is some pretty confetti and an envelope.

You swear under your breath. That must have been how your scam was discovered, except how did someone like Jeon Jeongguk come to know about it? Unless… unless…

Jeon Jeongguk was the one who’d sent in the package that was supposed to be his cum, but didn’t.

Jeon Jeongguk is jackedasjeon.

“Holy shit,” you can’t stop the words from leaving your mouth as all of the realisations hit you at once. That means all this while, Jeon Jeongguk has been donating religiously as your platinum subscriber. This means that Jeon Jeongguk paid $800 to send you a package containing… a letter?

You pick up the envelope and tear it open, reaching inside for a stack of paper folded in half, and covered in scribbled handwriting. At the top, it says ‘To meringuebaby’, and you scan through the letter, catching phrases here and there:

I really admire you.

You made the bad days not so bad.

I think you’re a really nice person.

I like watching your streams not to see you naked, but because you always make us feel like we’re your friends.

You made me feel less lonely.

“What the hell, Jeon Jeongguk?” You mutter under your breath as you reach the end of the letter where he had signed off with his username. Also included in the envelope are his test results that indicate he’s clean, though you don’t see why he’d include it if he wasn’t intending to mail you his cum anyway.

Even though there’s no one around to hear you right now, you can’t help but talk aloud, as overwhelming as everything is. “Why do you have to be such a fucking weirdo? Why couldn’t you just send me cum like all of these other horny, disgusting men?”

If he’d done like he was supposed to, none of this would have happened. If only he wasn’t such a sappy piece of shit, he wouldn’t have found out that he’d been cheated of his money and thus wouldn’t feel as bad. Neither would your ruse have been discovered, nor would you feel like you’re drowning in your guilt right now.

You don’t feel guilty for all those men who willingly believe in the premise that you sell them. After all, we all choose what we want to believe, and it was their choice to continue subscribing and bidding. For those men, they have a desire, and you are merely just fulfilling it. To you, it’s just another job that has slightly sketchy ethics that you’re not exactly proud of, but you have long ago accepted that it’s what you have to do to survive.

But all because of Jeon Jeongguk… Jeon Jeongguk, that idiot running around with the belief that the world is such a pure and ideal place to live in…

For the first time since you started doing this, you actually feel guilty.

♡

“Not tuning in this week?” Yoongi asks as he walks by with a 1.5L bottle of coke under one arm, and a bag of chips in the other.

Jeongguk is currently slouched on the sofa, playing some random game on his phone. His eyes drift to the older man still dressed in his sweatpants even though it’s already 3pm.

“I’m never watching meringuebaby again,” Jeongguk mutters.

Yoongi sighs as he sets the bottle down, munching on a handful of chips. “That’s a pity. She was hot.”

“It’s not her, it’s her five pushup bras…” Jeongguk rolls his eyes as he goes back to his game. But what Yoongi says next catches his attention.

“Did you find a way to get even yet?”

Oh. Right. Get even. He hadn’t even thought about that. The past few days he’d just been lying around the house with no motivation to even attend class or go to his part time job, and Seokjin had commented that it was as if he broke up with his girlfriend or something.

“Not yet, hyung,” Jeongguk answers with a sigh, rejecting yet another call from his manager from his part time job.

Yoongi watches Jeongguk reject call after call from his manager. “You still have debts to repay, don’t you?”

“Don’t remind me,” Jeongguk groans.

“You know, whatever meringuebaby is doing, I’m pretty sure you could too,” Yoongi says casually as he empties the bag of chips into his mouth and reaches for the coke, walking off without saying any more.

Could he possibly mean…

Jeon Jeongguk grabs his laptop and types in the familiar website. On the landing page, he astutely observes that your stream, usually held at this timing, isn’t on right now, but he forces himself to ignore it as he navigates to his homepage.

♡

“It can’t be that bad, seeing as your page hasn’t been taken down or anything,” Irene pets your hair gently as you lie across her lap. “You should still hold a stream today. Maybe… don’t talk about the cum in the mail thing for a while. You’ll still get donations, and you know your viewers love seeing you even if you aren’t doing anything!”

Pure, kind Irene. She’s trying her best to get you out of this depressive mood, and while her words are comforting, you’re not sure they’re exactly true, or if she’s just being nice to you as usual.

“He made me feel like shit,” you say with your face buried in her thigh. ‘Stupid fucking Jeon Jeongguk. Now I don’t even know what I should do, it’s all his fault!”

Irene sighs as you continue to wail and kick your feet in frustration.

“I feel so bad,” your voice is muffled. “I don’t want to feel bad for that stupid weird punk who sent me a love letter instead of his cum like he was supposed to, but… he…”

“You just feel bad because he spent a lot of money on you, and he’s just a student himself,” Irene guesses, and you seize on that reason, sitting up immediately.

“Exactly! You’re right. You’re absolutely right. That must be the reason why,” you’re aware that you’re rambling like a lunatic at this point, and you sound desperate to convince yourself.

It’s so much easier to deal with horny men. You don’t feel bad taking their money because technically they are getting what they paid for. But how are you supposed to deal with a punk like Jeon Jeongguk?

“Just say hi to your viewers,” Irene persuades you as she brings you your laptop. “You’ll feel better if you just stick to your normal routine instead of moping around and thinking about him.”

She pats your shoulder a few times, giving you a reassuring smile as she leaves to prepare for her afternoon classes. You sigh and open your laptop. But then, the thought of having to do your hair and makeup in order to get into character and preserve your identity makes you feel exhausted. It gets tiring to pretend to be someone else entirely. So you abandon the idea of just having a normal stream altogether.

Your regular viewers must be wondering where you are this week since you didn’t post any notification stating that there would be no stream today. You click on your homepage and open up a new post, but then you notice that jackedasjeon is still at the top of your subscriber list. Only today, there’s something different. There is a green dot indicating that he’s online, but apart from that, there is also a small heart beside his name that helps to differentiate between the streamers and the viewers, and…

Wait. This can’t be. There has to be some kind of mistake.

You click on his name and you’re brought to his page, only for a notification to pop up.

jackedasjeon is currently streaming! click here to view now♡

Streaming? What?

Out of curiosity, you follow the link, and then it leads to a video of Jeon Jeongguk half-naked, with his abs fully on display, a dumbbell in one hand as he talks and addresses the camera. His stream is titled: ‘they call me the energizer bunny’, along with eggplant, bunny and winking emojis.

Oh my god. You cover your mouth, but you are unable to look away. Not even when Jeon Jeongguk starts to palm himself with one hand, still doing reps with his dumbbell in the other. Only a fool like him would think of something like exercising while jerking off, but somehow, you can’t bring yourself to click off from his stream. Especially when you see the outline in his sweatpants that reminds you of the dick pic he had sent you.

Just as he’s starting to lower the waistband of his sweatpants, just before you see the head of his cock appear, you force yourself to close the window. No, you can’t do this. You already scammed him of his money. No matter how hot he is, you can’t watch his stream and dig yourself even deeper into that hole of guilt.

So you go back to your homepage, finish typing up a notice that you’ll pause the streaming indefinitely, and shut down your computer before heading to bed.

♡

Seokjin is searching up new recipes to test out, when all of a sudden, there is a notification on his phone.

“Hmm? Jeon Jeongguk just wired me money?” Seokjin frowns as he scrutinises the text. He wasn’t expecting to be paid back this soon.

Speaking of the devil, Jeon Jeongguk comes strolling out of his room, drenched in sweat and headed straight for the tap to drink from it. Seokjin wrinkles his nose in distaste, but since he got back his money, he’s in a good mood.

“Hey. How’d you pay me back so fast?”

Jeongguk finishes drinking from the tap and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before he walks to the fridge and gets out a carton of milk. “I have my ways.”

He even looks smug as he gulps down half a carton just like that. His milk moustache drips onto his white shirt as Jeongguk returns the milk to the fridge, and Seokjin just can’t control his curiosity.

“You didn’t… do something illegal did you?”

“Ah hyung, am I really that stupid to you?”Jeongguk shoots the elder an irritated glare. “I just started doing something I should have thought of ages ago. Something that allows me to make money and get even.” Jeongguk is smiling to himself in a way that makes Seokjin nervous. “Why didn’t I do this sooner? Who knew it would be this easy? All my problems are solved!”

It’s never a good sign when Jeon Jeongguk says something like that. All sorts of scenarios are crossing Seokjin’s mind, from Jeongguk selling his organs on the black market, to resorting to selling drugs on campus… oh god, he wouldn’t go there, would he?

“I started streaming too. As a cam boy.” Jeongguk proudly announces, and Seokjin’s jaw drops.

“What??”

“I’m almost at the top of the leaderboard already even though I just started out,” he says nonchalantly. “I already quit my part-time job. If I had known it was this easy…”

Seokjin can’t think of anything else to say, so he does the first thing that crosses his mind. He whacks Jeongguk across the back of his head.

“Ow! What was that for?” Jeongguk turns around with a wounded expression, eyes wide.

“I don’t know if you know this, but usually when people do things like being a pornstar or stream on cam sites, they keep their identity a secret from those around them!” Seokjin gets up and paces across the kitchen in exasperation. Now he has that very unwelcome visual image of Jeongguk sitting at his desk, touching himself in front of thousands of viewers…

He shakes his head with a groan. “All of you are corrupting me!”

♡

Taking a break from streaming has actually been good for you. You had more time to focus on yourself, you actually completed all of your readings and spent some quality time with Irene too.

And it’s nice not to have to spend hours and hours on your makeup every time you want to stream. Granted, you have no income for the time, but you have plenty of time to come up with something new for your stream.

The familiar trill of the notification from the cam site lights up your phone, and you check it, wondering what it could be since you haven’t been online for nearly a week.

jackedasjeon is now streaming! click here to watch now♡

Ugh. Just the sight of his username sets you on edge. You didn’t even subscribe to his channel, so why are you receiving notifications? It must be because you clicked on his stream that one time. These stupid algorithms must have thought that you’d want to receive notifications for his channel.

Unlocking your phone with the full intention of opting out of notifications, the app instead directs you straight to jackedasjeon’s homepage featuring his live video. You nearly drop your phone in shock at the sudden amount of nudity on your screen. This time, there’s no escape as Jeon Jeongguk is already going at it with all his might, tugging and pulling on his cock as his moans fill your entire room.

He doesn’t sound like how you expected him to. Caught up in his own pleasure, Jeon Jeongguk’s moans are whiny and desperate, and every single little sordid detail is captured on screen for you. His hips arching up towards his hand with every thrust, sweat is dotted on his rock hard abs, and more importantly, he has more viewers than you in a single stream.

“You want to see my thighs?” Jeongguk pauses in his strokes to read the comments, covered in sweat as he pushes his hair back. He glances at his covered legs, pushing down his jeans just a tad. “Get me to 2000 coins, and we’ll see.”

He finishes his sentence with a wink, and almost immediately, you see his coin count climb rapidly. People are paying just to… just to see his thighs??

In fact, his ranking on the leaderboard is second place, according to the number of subscribers, likes and comments; and he just started streaminghowlong ago??

You sit back in shock. How is this possible? You practically pimped yourself out in desperation to get yourself to the top; spent painstaking hours dolling yourself up and decorating your room to match your aesthetic, thought up nefarious schemes and executed them to perfection. Yet Jeon Jeongguk here dares ursurp you from your throne just by jerking off on camera??

He obviously treats this as nothing but a joke. Just because he’s hot and has a dick, he thinks he can just… just…

You turn off his stream angrily, your cheeks flushed and body temperature soaring.

There’s no way he’s snatching your rice bowl from you this easily. He may be hot, alright, but he’s gotta learn that there’s a hierarchy that exists even in things like this, and his position is right at the bottom.

Clearly, he needs someone to show him his place.

♡

Jeongguk sighs as he ends the stream with his cock still hard, slapping it against his abs a few times just to tease his viewers. He checks himself out in the smaller window in the corner of his screen. He knows he looks hot. And doing this a few times has taught him what his viewers like. His coins surge every time he pushes his hair back, every time he glares at the camera as if he’s pissed, and every time he pushes his tongue against his cheek.

Of course, he gets another surge of coins every time he whines as he strokes his cock.

Jeon Jeongguk never thought he’d be a cam boy. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting it to take off this quickly. But after his first stream, his subscriber count just kept rising and rising, and he took advantage of his own soaring libido and free time to stream every day.

Now, he’s this close to taking over your spot in the leaderboard. All in such a short amount of time too. What a joke you must be, if your top spot could be stolen from you so easily.

He types a brief line in the chatroom to promise that he’ll be back later. Jeongguk has realises that his viewers like being teased, and it pays to play hard to get. Once he hits enter, his message gets lost in the flood of comments talking about how handsome he is, how big his cock is and how much they want to ride or suck it respectively.

He would have done this sooner had he known how easy it was. Jerking off already comes naturally to him, so why not earn some money while doing it?

“— Jeon Jeongguk, get your fucking ass out here now!” A familiar voice jolts him out of his reverie, and he falls off his chair when the door to his room flies open, and there you are, eyes burning with rage, hair all over the place, and pointing right at his exposed dick.

“Jeon Jeongguk, you piece of shit. You did this on purpose.”

Jeongguk scrambles to cover himself and pick himself up from his position currently sprawled across the floor, and also retain some of his dignity after being caught off guard.

“How… how the fuck did you get in?” He hisses at you as he tucks his still hard dick away, wary of the fury that seems to be pouring off you in waves.

“Return address. On the package. Your homeless looking roommate let me in.” You wave his question away impatiently as you turn to point at his computer, still on his homepage on the cam site. “Delete your account. Now.”

He follows your gaze, and he smirks in satisfaction. This is the exact response he was hoping to get. Only, he never could have predicted that you’d come all the way here to confront him. Oh, he’ll enjoy this alright. A random thought occurs to him that he needs to thank Yoongi for his suggestion later.

Don’t get mad, get even.

Jeongguk shrugs nonchalantly. “Why should I? Is there a rule that certain people can’t stream on here? Do you own this entire site?”

You sputter in indignation, and your anger only makes Jeongguk more and more gratified. “N-no, but—“

“Then I think that answers the question,�� Jeongguk turns to his computer, as if dismissing you.

“You’re doing this as a joke!” You stomp your foot to get his attention again. “Do you even know how much effort I had to put in every week for those streams? How hard I worked for so long to get to the top? And you think you can just… just… do that?”

You gesture at his ratty old grey sweatpants, his unstyled hair that is all over the place from his fingers constantly running through it, and just in general at his messy room.

“Yeah, I can just do this, in fact,” Jeongguk retorts, crossing his arms defiantly. “I can just do this, and beat you while I’m at it.”

“You— you…” You are a sputtering, indignant mess. The nerve of his stupid insolent brat to—!

Jeongguk is studying his fingernails with an air of indifference. “I got curious, you see. I wanted to find out for myself how easy it was to get to the top. If I could beat you with as little effort as possible. And it looks like I can.”

“Just delete it,” you say in an even tone. “Just delete it and I won’t do anything to you.”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to be making threats right now, though,” Jeongguk crosses his legs as he leans back in his chair. “I could just out you. You should be thankful that I haven’t already, but just one little post on that site and you’ll be ruined. Do you really want that? You’ll be banned, and you can kiss your source of income goodbye.”

Revenge is sweet, and vengeance is mine, Jeon Jeongguk thinks with a smirk as he watches you struggle in a dilemma. Serves you right for scamming him. No one should ever mess with Jeon Jeongguk.

He glances at his position on the leaderboard, where he is just a few hundred subscribers away from taking over the top spot.

“Although, you are right,” Jeongguk admits, and this catches your attention. “I’m not putting in enough effort… I don’t know how you do it, really.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” You ask cautiously, suspiciously.

“Maybe you can help me,” Jeongguk continues. “Since you’re already here and all. It’ll be a win win.”

“What are you talking about?” You cross your arms in frustration. “Spit it out and stop beating around the bush, you fucking jerk.”

“I want us to collab,” Jeongguk shoots you a salacious wink as his eyes travel down your body. “You on my channel first. I ended my last stream before I could cum and I promised my viewers I’d be back. But I don’t really feel like jerking off…”

Is he really… is he really asking you for a handjob? Is Jeon Jeongguk really asking you to touch his cock??

“I could just type one short little post…” his voice trails off, and you almost lose it.

“Fine! I’ll do it! Just get it over and done with,” you hate the look on his face as he grins, pushing his chair back and spreading his legs, pointing in between them. “But I can’t show my face. I don’t have my makeup or my wig on.”

“Sure, you can suck my dick with your back facing the camera,” Jeongguk shrugs easily. “They’ll love that we’re collaborating. Look, I’m feeling generous, so I’ll even split half of the donations from this stream with you.”

You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously as you reach to tie up your hair, hating every second of it as you kneel in between his spread legs. “Why are you being so nice?”

“I’m always nice, though,” Jeongguk says as he reaches for his mouse to start a new stream, typing in your username in the title. “It’s only fair, and I don’t want you to bite off my dick or anything.”

In between Jeon Jeongguk’s thighs, witnessing how the material of his sweatpants stretches tight over them, is when you start to seriously reconsider your life choices.

“Hi guys, I’m back like I promised!” Jeongguk starts talking to the camera as he leans back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair. “While I was taking a break, an unexpected guest came by! Everyone, say hi to meringuebaby! I’m sure many of you watch her channel too…”

You do a half-hearted wave with your back still to the camera.

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Tons of comments are starting to come in, and Jeongguk watches his subscriber count increase. He grins at the sight, and starts to unzip his jeans.

“Yeah, we’re doing a collab today. I told her how I ended my last stream, and she offered to help me out. That’s all.” Jeongguk says as he plays with a strand of your hair. “Isn’t that right?”

You remain silent as you take it upon yourself to pull his sweatpants down, see his still hard cock leaking precum.

“meringuebaby’s impatient today, hmmm?” Jeongguk laughs as he gathers some of your hair in one hand, guiding your mouth towards his cock. “Open wide, baby. Show our viewers how well you suck cock.”

And then your mouth is filled with the taste of him as he forces you down on his cock. His girth makes it difficult to take him so quickly, so you end up choking and gagging. But you aren’t a quitter, so you clench your fists and begin to bob up and down, determined to make him lose his load as quickly as possible, making him have the shortest stream in history so that his viewers can see what a fraud he is.

Spit and precum are staining your chin, and Jeon Jeongguk is enjoying every single sound. Even more so, he is enjoying the view of you choking on his cock. He might be doing this entirely for revenge, but he can’t say that he hasn’t always wanted to fuck that sweet mouth of yours. Every time you giggled on stream, he’d almost cum in his pants.

Jeongguk places his hand on the back of your head and pushes you down till your nose brushes against his abs, and he makes you stay there for a good five seconds.

Your mouth does feel like heaven. He wondered where you learned to suck cock this well. Despite his size, you are taking him like a champ. He lets you go and you are coughing, tears streaming from your eyes as you struggle to regulate your breathing. Despite everything, Jeongguk does admit that you look pretty. Even prettier when choking around his cock, but that’s besides the point. Your warm and wet mouth closes around his cock, and you even take him into your throat a few times. It seems like you really are doing your best to make him cum quickly, and end the stream.

But Jeon Jeongguk can’t have that.

“Shit, you suck cock like a pro, what a dirty fucking mouth you have,” he swears as he reads the comments. “But I think our viewers are getting bored… it seems like they want something else?”

Your panicked eyes dart up to meet his.

When you were deepthroating him, Jeongguk noticed you rubbing your thighs together, a certain indication of your arousal. Though you are trying hard to hide it, your cheeks are flushed, and Jeongguk is pretty sure he can see your nipples through your thin shirt, which means that you aren’t even wearing a bra.

“I promised them that they’d see my thighs earlier,” Jeongguk pushes his sweatpants down to reveal his muscular thighs. “Why don’t you show them off for me by riding them?”

Silently cursing him, you get to your feet with his help, and straddle one of his thighs. The movement makes your shorts ride up dangerously high, but it also brings your drenched core into contact with his tensed thigh. Jeongguk draws in a sharp breath as he feels just how wet you are. He reaches to push your shirt up a little, checking your reaction as his hand glides up to settle on your waist.

“Shit, you’re drenched,” he says as you settle fully on his thigh, and his hands wrap around your waist to steady you. “Do you guys see how wet she is? It must be from sucking my cock. Who knew meringuebaby was such a slut for cock?”

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Jeongguk spanks your ass hard when you don’t move. “Grind like you mean it. And don’t cum.”

You grudgingly start moving your hips, aware of how every little movement rubs your clit. His thigh is stupidly muscular, he is tensing it just right so that there is maximum friction against your clit, and the both of you are increasingly aware of how you are drenching him with your arousal. The knot in your belly is growing tighter and tighter, and your movements are growing more and more desperate.

“Look at how she moves her hips. Only a slut grinds that well. Only a cock hungry slut,” Jeongguk maintains eye contact with you as he watches you ride his thigh. But truly, he has to admit that your hips do move really well, and it only makes him even more curious to know what you’d be like when you are really desperate to cum. He moves his hands up so that your shirt bunches up, flashing him a glance at your breasts, and then you take off your shirt of your own accord, revealing your smaller-than-he-is used-to, but-still-every-bit-as-satisfying breasts for his viewing pleasure.

So he starts to stroke his cock, getting off to the sight of you riding his thigh with your breasts bouncing as if your life depends on it. This is like watching your streams, except he has you in the flesh in front of him.

“Doesn’t she look like she wants to cum?” Jeongguk remarks to the camera.

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“You guys want me to fuck her?” Jeongguk reads aloud, and your hips pause. “You know what to do then…”

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You nearly let out a sob. Just imagining his cock inside you, fucking you and leaving his cum inside you. Like how you always described in your streams. As much as you would never admit it, the idea of Jeon Jeongguk fucking his cum into you for real makes you clench around nothing. The ache in your lower belly demands to be felt, and your clit is rubbed raw. At this point, you’d do anything to feel a cock inside you, and if it has to be Jeon Jeongguk’s cock that’s the most convenient right now, then so be it.

“I don’t think I will,” Jeongguk says all of a sudden, and you have to do a double take. “Does such a dirty slut even deserve my cock? She could come just from riding my thigh alone. Why should I even fuck her then?”

And then he spanks your ass again. “Did I say you could stop?”

You groan in frustration as your hips start moving again. Your poor clit is crying for some relief, but more than that, your walls are clenching around nothing. You desperately want to feel something inyou, not just against you, and Jeon Jeongguk is grinning like the smug bastard he is as he continues to stroke his cock leisurely.

“Does our princess want to get fucked?” He asks sweetly, stopping your movements to push aside your shorts and panties so that you are grinding on him bare. “Does meringuebaby want to take my cock like the cockslut she is? Beg properly, and I might let you have it.”

You bit your lip hard. You absolutely refuse to beg this cocky piece of shit. Even if he does have a nice cock that looks like it would fill you up so well. But the desperation is growing with every second, and with every grinding circle of your hips, you are inching closer and closer to your orgasm, but without any penetration, you can’t quite reach it.

“Just fuck me already!” you finally give in, and your voice is a panting, gasping mess, and you are near tears by now.

Jeon Jeongguk grins in victory as you fall forward onto his chest, whining as you keep rubbing your clit against his thigh in a desperate effort to cum. And then he does something slightly uncharacteristic; he wraps his arms around you to steady you on top of him, rubbing your back as he brings his lips close to your ear.

“Show everyone how wet you are, darling. Show them how wet you are for my cock.”

He guides your hips up so that he can pull down your shorts, and then your wet cunt is exposed to the camera.

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“Oh shit, they really loved that,” Jeongguk sees the amount of donations that are just pouring in, and he spreads your legs even wider to keep you exposed to the camera. “You ready to take my cock? Show them how well you can take it.”

“Please,” your voice is muffled as you bury your face into his neck, and that’s all the motivation Jeon Jeongguk needs to start guiding his cock to your entrance.

“I’m clean, you saw my test results, right?” He pauses with the head of his cock at your lips, and he lowers his voice as he says this so that his mic doesn’t pick it up.

Belatedly, you remember that he included his test results along with his letter, and you barely manage to gather your senses to reply. “Same. Clean and on the pill.”

A part of you is grateful that Jeon Jeongguk is not that big of an irresponsible jerk to fuck you bare without your consent. But all thoughts of that vanish as his hands on your hips guide you down onto his cock, and he spreads you open as you sink down inch by inch.

“Oh my god, fuck,” you are unable to control yourself as the words come spilling from your lips, and you throw your head back as he makes you move your hips. You’ve only been fucking yourself with your purple dildo lately, and feeling a real cock inside you feels better than you could have ever imagined. He is warm, hard, and as you work yourself to take the last few inches of him, a thought crosses your mind that he might almost be as big as your dildo.

Of course, with your dildo, you never force yourself to take the whole thing, instead using only perhaps one third of it so that whatever cum you squirt inside yourself leaks out quickly for your viewers’ pleasure. So it’s been a while since you had a cock of significant size.

Jeongguk begins to thrust, hands on your hips to secure you as you ride him slowly.

“Her pussy feels so fucking good,” Jeongguk groans as his thrusts begin to speed up. “You guys have no idea how tight she is. So fucking wet too. She takes my cock well, doesn’t she?”

You start to move your hips up and down, bouncing on his cock once you have adjusted to his length. You can hear the sounds of comments flooding the chatroom, as well as the frequent clink of coins indicating that someone has made a donation.

“I’m so close,” you can think of nothing else but that sweet, sweet release. Never mind that Jeon Jeongguk is a jerk who practically blackmailed you. At this point you can’t deny that you want him to fuck you into oblivion until you cum. He may be annoying, but at least his cock is nice.

“Want to cum for me? Cum around my cock like the good girl you are?” Jeongguk is not addressing his viewers this time as he makes eye contact with you. He is watching the way you bounce on his cock, breathless with flushed cheeks and messy hair, traces of his precum still on the corner of your lips.

“Yes, yes I wanna cum, please let me,” you bite your lip hard, far past the point of return. You’re actually begging him to let you cum now, while he is his smug self, smirking and watching you make a mess of both yourself and him.

“Then cum,” Jeongguk places both of his hands on your waist as your movements speed up, then he feels your cunt clench around him as you moan and whine, hips jerking as you reach your long awaited orgasm.

“She just clenched around my cock so fucking tight,” Jeongguk groans as he makes sure to describe every sordid detail for the camera. “Can you see? I wish you guys had my point of view. She looks so fucking delicious when she comes.”

His words are lost on you as your legs go weak, toes curling as your ride out the rest of your orgasm.

“I really want to fill her with cum,” Jeongguk says now, and your cunt clenches extra hard around him in response. “Shit, she got so much tighter around me when I said that! Can I really cum inside?”

This last question Jeongguk shifts his gaze to you instead of the camera, but to the viewers it still comes across as asking for their permission.

The comments are piling up, asking him to just cum inside, but Jeongguk waits to see you nod before he starts to fuck into you with a renewed vigour.

“Gonna fill this pussy up just the way she likes it,” the smack of his balls with every thrust punctuates his sentence. “She’s always asking for cum on her streams, isn’t it? Today, meringuebaby’s getting just what she asked for. A pussy full of cum till it drips out.”

His lurid descriptions have the donations pouring in, but Jeongguk can’t focus on that anymore as he feels his balls tighten. And then he is cumming inside your pussy, filling you up with so much cum until it leaks out around his cock, making everything sloppy as he milks out the last few thrusts till his cock stops spurting inside you.

“Oh fuck, that was so much,” you can’t help but exclaim as you feel his sticky cum start to leak down your thighs immediately. Jeongguk keeps thrusting to fuck his cum back into your creamy pussy, and the viewers are entranced. They are absorbed, and the chatroom is exploding with comments.

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Jeongguk stops thrusting to leave his softening cock inside you, and you move to get off him, but he stops you.

“Stay still for a while, show our viewers what a mess we made of your pussy,” Jeongguk reaches down between your legs to gather the cum on your inner thighs, playing with it as he lets his cock slip out slowly. He gathers some on his fingers and spreads it to show the camera, then he lets it focus on your cum filled pussy for a few more seconds.

“Well, I guess that’s it for this week! See you guys next time, and don’t forget to subscribe and like for more content!” Jeongguk winks as he turns off the stream.

When he ends the stream, you push yourself away from him, standing up and immediately feeling his cum slide down your thighs. It feels so different from the fake stuff that you use every week, and the taste—

Jeongguk catches you with a finger in your mouth, and tries to pretend that it doesn’t make his cock twitch at the sight. He throws you a spare towel to clean up, and reaches for a few tissues himself. Then he navigates to the main landing page of the cam site to check, and surely enough…

He did it. jackedasjeon is now in first place. Doing that last stream featuring you had really bumped up his subscriber count, and now he is firmly in the lead.

His fist pump and small exclamation of victory has caught your attention, and you walk over in the midst of pulling on your shirt.

What you see makes you swear under your breath, and it’s only then you realise that you’d been played.

Jeon Jeongguk just used you to increase his subscriber count, and take your place as top streamer.

“What the fu—“

“Oops, I guess you got scammed, didn’t you?” Jeongguk says with a smirk as he indulges in a stretch. “Don’t worry, I’ll wire you your cut of the money when I cash out. I’m not the kind of person who’d scam others for money.”

“Did you just… I can’t believe you—“ you sputter in indignance, watching as Jeongguk casually strolls across his room, flashing you a glimpse of his ass.

“But thanks for the collab, meringuebaby. It was fun. Couldn’t have reached first place without you.”

You’re going to kill Jeon Jeongguk.

♡

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Happy Birthday Asmo!

ah, the demon who stole my heart www,,, for him i will do anything. so i wrote a drabble! it’s a little angsty, a little stuffy because the last time i wrote something within in a day it was to make fun of my friend and i’s ocs, but most of all! it’s sweet! hopefully!

im on mobile so h o p e f u l l y this line break works? i had to get google chrome for this ;;

please enjoy, though!

A Lovely Surprise

Living thousands of years brings out the extravagant, the luxurious side of you. You’ve lived this long already, why bother with being humble? You’re going to live even longer, so break out the champagne and $20 million debt your older brother is in and live a little! Or a lot! Even, possibly, too much.

But, thousands of years truly is a long time. Though you become accustomed to the sluggish movements of the hours, how the sun seems to never truly set in these unending years of living—there’s only so much you can see. After a while, you’ve seen it all. You’ve seen every face, every present, every colorful party streamer strung from the ceiling and draping from the chandelier; you’ve seen every punch bowl, every spiked drink, and every person puking their heart out at a party. The music all blurs to one, incomprehensible drone of instruments and screeching vocals, and the taste of cake becomes one akin to sampling recycled cardboard.

Asmodeus has seen it all. He’s been given every present, every declaration of love, every moment of insatiable pleasure, yet he still feels nothing on such a grand day as today. The most popular bands and artists of the Devildom play live on a stage of gold glitter and pink lights, surrounded by swooning fans painted in skin tight clothes and smokey eyes. The chandelier of crystal and quartz reflect the faint light of the Devildom’s sky throughout the room, shapes projected onto walls adorned in jewel encrusted banners.

Happy Birthday Asmodeus!

they read, his symbol of lust painted alongside those words. Those words he’s seen countless times.

This party is for him, of course, Asmo spent weeks planning and preparing for it. Everyone here is for him, naturally, handpicked by the birthday boy himself. They’ve all given him gifts and congratulations, they’ve showered him in compliments and adoration. Asmodeus lives for these moments, where everything and everyone is focused on him. It’s all about him.

So why is he so melancholy? Today is the happiest day of his year, the day celebrated only for him. Yet every time he looks up at the scene around him, he feels the need to down yet another flute of Demonus. How many has he had so far? It’s hard to keep count when the strobe lights flash in his eyes, and his own thoughts distance him even further from his party.

Even though everyone is there for Asmo’s birthday, it feels like no one is there for Asmo. That nobody cares it’s his birthday, a day they’ve all seen one too many times.

Suddenly infuriated, Asmodeus finds himself outside the venue. The cool, almost night-like air of the Devildom catches in his curls, softly brushing them against his face. With a sigh he leans over the metal railing protecting one from falling into the canal below. The dark waters of the Devildom rippled his reflection, a downcast expression lingering on his features.

One hand with his fingers woven in his hair, the other propped over the railing, still cupping the flute of Demonus, Asmodeus stares at himself. How pathetic is he to feel so empty on a day dedicated to him? Luckily no one at the party would seem to care if he was gone, a downcast Asmo doesn’t match the aesthetic of a normal Asmo.

“Hey Asmo.”

He’d been so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear someone approach behind him, only their soft call that startled him. Asmodeus quickly turns around, a charming smile smoothing his face. Behind him stands the human; Asmo realizes he hadn’t seen them at the party earlier.

“There you are!” He clasps his hands together, “I was wondering when you’d be here, I got so lonely waiting for you~.”

The human blushes at his cooing, their eyes shifting to ground.

“It took longer than I thought to get ready,” they trail off.

Under his attentive gaze the human shifts nervously. Asmodeus had already noticed their washed and curled hair, and their silky outfit that draped off their shoulders, but he hadn’t noticed their face. Their face that the human usually paid such little attention to. Asmo always chastised them, Your beauty is your face!, he’d say, but they never did anything about it.

Today, their skin glows in the soft light of the Devildom, their eyes shine with fondness, and their cheeks flush with embarrassment. Though his human always looks adorable, today they look exceptionally beautiful.

A beat of silence passes. “Don’t you just look adorable~. You’re so cute I could just eat you up!” Asmodeus steps closer, his free hand reaches out to twirl a finger in their hair. Their face only grows redder to his glee and he leans into their face.

“And I just might! You look oh-so tempting tonight~. Are you my special present that you spoke of earlier? I’ll be glad if-“ He’s rudely cut off by something being shoved between their faces.

“T-this is,” the human mutters, choked. Asmodeus’s previous displeasure at having something interrupt him turns to a smidgen of joy. He gently takes the small, rectangular shaped box and steps back.

The box is perhaps the size of his hands placed next to each other, it’s shape resembling a jewelry box. The wrapping is a plain, light pink, and a gold bow is tied neatly around it. The human slips his forgotten Demonus flute out of his hand.

“I’ll hold onto this.”

Asmodeus offers them a smile. He’s truly grateful that the human got him something, knowing how much they struggle with money and their soft spot for Mammon.

“It must’ve been hard to save up for something,” he says with a light laugh. The human just smiles.

Nimble fingers carefully pull apart the bow, the untied gold ribbon falls to the ground, and the pink wrapping paper is peeled off to reveal a white box. The thin top is pulled off to reveal... not what was expected. Asmodeus blinks.

In the box lies an obviously homemade necklace. It’s simple, a thin metal chain looped through a thick, bulbous... charm? The charm is painted with a metallic, gold paint, accompanied by a painted on design of pink and red colors. A small, red heart lies in the middle, coated in a glittery paint that has it sparkling.

“Ah, you’re supposed to open it like this.” The human is suddenly beside him, their free hand clicking the top of the charm.

Oh, so it is a locket, Asmodeus realizes as the locket opens. He picks it up in one hand, using his thumb to gently open it more. His eyes widen at what’s inside.

The two doors have opened to reveal a picture. A picture of Asmodeus and the human. They’re not doing anything special, they’re not even dressed in anything exciting; they two are just posing silly. Asmo has his chin on their head and is using his pointer fingers to make them smile, while the human is trying to make a peace sign. Rather than them posing with a smile, they’re laughing.

He remembers the day they took this. It was shortly after the retreat to Diavolo’s castle, when Asmodeus and the human made their pact. Lucifer had forced asked Mammon to go shopping for dinner. Naturally, Mammon dragged the human along with him, but got swept up in winning a sweepstakes contest. The human was waiting for him when Asmo bumped into them and noticed a photobooth. ‘Let’s take a picture!’ he’d gasped.

Asmo had dragged them into the small, cramped compartment and 20 minutes whizzed by as he had the two posing and decorating the photos. With their last few Grimm they took a final set of photos. The first two were in the cute pose Asmo tried to have them do, but the human kept giggling at how silly their face had looked in a previous photo. The final picture was this one, the one in the locket he holds now.

“You kept this from so long ago?” he whispers, barely audible. From his peripheral vision he sees them nod.

“Taking all those pictures and laughing together is... a really nice memory for me. I don’t think we ever did anything together like that before. And this picture,” the human touches the locket, “is the best picture I have of your smile. Not that usual, pretty smile you do that makes your face look all handsome, but a real smile. A happy smile.”

His eyes suddenly feel hot. The human continues, “On the left door of the locket is that one really stupid picture of me you and Satan took of me sleeping after an exam.” Asmodeus has to snort at that.

“Oh, you think it’s funny? Satan drew on me with a permanent marker! I had detailed cat whiskers and a nose on my face for a week! I couldn’t wash it off!” They complain, but they’re laughing too.

“...Asmo?” The human looks up at him after he hasn’t said anything for a moment. “Do you like it?” They seemed worried.

Asmodeus bits the inside of his lower lip and suddenly throws his arms around them, pulling them into a tight hug. The human lets out a small, surprised squeak, but their arms wrap around him in return.

In all his years of living, both in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, Asmodeus had seen everything. Every gift, every proclamation of adoration, every blush across somebody’s skin. There’d been nothing that could surprise him anymore. But, today he finds himself wrong. In his hand he grips a small, poorly made locket that means more than any expensive clothing or make-up ever could to him. Something that isn’t adoration. Something that isn’t lust or heat. It’s something he hadn’t felt since the days he’d lost his heavenly name; Love.

Asmodeus feels something hot fall down his cheek.

“I love it.”

。

birthdays are super important to and for me so i’m really glad i could write something nice for asmo! obeysme’s recent asmo meta had me feeling so i tried to convey some of that lonely angst up in here yo

anyway, happy birthday to the best demon boy!!! i love you asmo!’

#asmodeus #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me asmodeus #shall we date obey me #writing #fanfic i guess?#i’ll put it on ao3 #happy birthday asmo!#!!!#happybirthdayasmo #ch: asmo

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creambunnie · 5 years ago

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No Rush

ONEWE - Harin Fluff

it was your birthday.

you lied down on your bed, scrolling through your sns, waiting for a call from a certain someone, named Ju Harin.

Harin was your bestfriend (mayhaps, your crush too) and he was in a cool street band called ONEWE.

he had been busy these days with his bandmates, preparing for their upcoming gig. this gig was bigger than their previous ones, which explained why they had more things to settle .

Harin was so busy that you haven't had the chance to meet him face to face the past few weeks.

the both of you did text everyday, but they were more like short messages , just to ask about each other's wellbeing.

no deep talks, no random stuffs, just simple texts asking if they were eating and resting well.

you sighed for the nth time that day before standing up, deciding to go eat some strawberry cheesecake your family bought for your birthday.

"did harin call you already?". your mom asked as you were taking some of the dessert in the kitchen.

you only shook your head but quickly looked up when you heard your mom chuckled.

"i'm sure he will soon. just try to be presentable, okay?". your mom comforted and winked before walking out .

you blinked at her words, clearly confused about what she was talking about. you decided to just clear your mind and distract yourself with food.

after enjoying your sweet treat, which probably only took less than 10 mins, you went back to your room, and repeated the cycle earlier.

you almost dozed off to sleep while playing with your phone when suddenly your screen changed, displaying Harin's name , requesting for a videocall.

you cursed under your breath as you quickly patted down your hair quickly and rubbed your eyes to get rid of any sleep before answering the call.

you were greeted with a synchronised "Happy Birthday !" wish from all the 5 boys.

yeah, you were bestfriends with Harin so his bandmates automatically became your friends too.

Cya and Dongmyeong were like little brothers to you, you would pamper them with food everytime you visit the band.

Kanghyun was a same-age friend. you would just chill quietly with him when others were too loud and your energy had drained.

Yonghoon was a great big brother you've never had. he was the only one who knew about your crush on Harin. no, you didn't tell. he figured it out.

"y/n?? y/n ! are you okay?". your thoughts were interrupted by the sweet deep voice that you've been missing.

you quickly looked back at the screen of your phone and nodded vigorously.

"yeah yeah i'm okay! i was just a bit surprised from your call. aww thank you guys for calling!! i was about to get mad at Harin for not calling me at all on my birthday!". you explained and pouted at the last part as your gaze turned towards Harin.

you didn't notice but Harin's ears turned red when he saw your cute expression. he cleared his throat and moved around his seat.

"well i am here aren't i?". Harin tried to act normal.

his bandmates snickered at him quietly . you rolled your eyes at his response and flashed a shy smile.

all of you caught up with one another, sharing about the episodes that you've been missing out about each other.

"and then Harin got scolded by Hyungu for playing with his ukelele!". Dongmyeong, the talkative one was telling about their practice the other day.

"but who wouldn't get angry if someone played around with your instruments? it could get spoiled!". Kanghyun, the quiet one was actually loud in this videocall, trying to defend himself.

"yeah yeah, not like you've never thrown my drumsticks around the studio!". Harin contorted back.

their bickering got cut when they heard you chuckled from the screen.

"ahh i really miss you guys.... it feels so refreshing hearing you guys argue like an old married couple!".

the boys' expression softened up as they saw your happy face.

Harin can't deny the fact that he was missing you really bad right now. he wished he could just drive to your place but due to his circumstances, he wasn't able to.

Harin just wanted to pat your head lovingly right now and pinch your cute cheeks. the slight dimples on your cheeks were his favourite .

your eyes unnoticingly found its way to Harin who was staring at you admiringly. you blinked at the sudden eye contact and scratched your head awkwardly as you felt your face warmed up.

Yonghoon sensed the unspoken need of alone time for the two bestfriends. he nudged Kanghyun and poked the two youngest gently.

"hey guys, let's give Harin some time alone with his bestfriend.". Yonghoon said softly.

the three boys understood the oldest and excused themselves politely before leaving the two of you alone.

"i miss you....".

you gave a shy smile as you heard Harin's words.

"i miss you too... i hope things are settled quickly for you guys so we can meet and hang! i'm sorry i can't visit you guys too these days, i'm a bit busy with work and i don't want to disturb you...". you replied.

Harin nodded in understandment and reached his hand out as if he could hold yours.

"you don't even know how much i want to hug you right now.. hugging the members just don't feel the same.". Harin pouted as he complained.

you giggled at his randomness and shook your head.

"you're so clingy! you can hug me as much as you want when we meet , okay?". you comforted as you scrunched up your nose at Harin's cuteness.

Harin suddenly sat up and looked at his phone.

"ah!! go to your front door now! i have a surprise for you.". Harin instructed.

your eyes widened as you quickly did as told.

"Ju Harin!!! this is , beautiful!". you screamed the moment you entered back your room with your arms wrapped around some gifts .

Harin sent a delivery for your birthday gifts . you received a bouquet of flowers and a package .

"ah let me call the others! they have to see you open your present ! it's from all of us!". Harin said and quickly screamed the members' names.

you waited for all of them to sit back down. you grinned as you excitedly unpacked the package . the boys were anticipating your reaction to their gift.

you squeled as you took out a small box that had a post-it on it saying 'OPEN ME FIRST'.

"WAHHH". you said in delight as you pulled out the ring necklace .

ONEWE smiled at your reaction and called out your name to show you their own necklaces .

your names were engraved on the rings. they gifted you the rose gold one, and they all had the silver one.

"we decided to gift you something that is meaningful. we hope you love it!". CyA said as he fiddled with his necklace.

you nodded and wore the friendship necklace right away. "i love it!!". you exclaimed.

you admired the necklace for a few more seconds before turning back to the package. there was another box.

"oh? what's this ?". you asked as you took the box.

Harin grinned before cheekily asking the members to leave him alone again.

you raised an eyebrow before opening the second box.

you gasped at the beautiful gift and looked at Harin with admiration. "this is so beautiful Harin!". you whispered as you pulled out the watch out of the box.

Harin smiled widely at your cute expression. he then showed his wrist and giggled cutely.

he had the bigger version of the watch while he gave you the smaller one.

"i thought besides the friendship necklace, we two should have our coup--- uhm bestfriend matching things too. so i bought this watch for us !". Harin explained, and almost exposing his feelings for you.

you scanned the watch carefully before putting it on.

"i love it!". you exclaimed over and over again, making Harin feel good of himself.

the two of you ended up sitting in front of the screen quietly, admiring each other. but your quiet moment was interrupted by Yonghoon.

"hey Harin! are you done? i wanna talk to your bestfriend too!". Yonghoon shouted from the other side.

"yeah! i want to complain a lot of things about you!". Dongmyeong added.

"you're not the only one who misses y/n!". CyA whined cutely. Kanghyun only nodded, agreeing with CyA.

Harin flashed an embarrassed smile before nodding, allowing his members to join back the call.

"don't worry, i'll call you again later at night. we can talk alone then..". you whispered through the screen.

Harin smiled shyly and nodded vigorously as he gave you a thumbs up.

the atmosphere became chaotic again as the boys talked over one another, excited to share with you everything.

you still think you were the only one who had feelings for Harin, and Harin thought he was the only one who had feelings for you.

or maybe you knew Harin liked you too. and maybe Harin too knew that you liked him.

but the two of you were too afraid to move on to the next level which might ruin your friendship in the future. the both of you decided to take it slow and enjoy your current relationship. no rush....

a/n : submitted this for a oneshot contest but didnt get the opportunity to win the prize 😆 but it's okay~ my intention was not to win but to let others enjoy some onewe contents 💕💕 hope you guys enjoyed this fluffy harin😗😗😗

#onewe #onewe harin #onewe ju harin #onewe imagines #onewe fluff #harin imagines #onewe harin imagines #harin fluff #onewe harin fluff #STAN ONEWE

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buttered-ghost-toast · 5 years ago

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Listen, if you don't fill out all of those numbers and tell me everything about your MC I'm going to feel robbed

Oh geez, fam! ...aight. That took me a minute. But below you will find out more about my girl, Niri!

1. What is their favourite food?—

Cheeseburgers and carrots.

2. Do they have a fear of an animal? If so, what animal? –

Not a fan of snakes, lizards, frogs, sharks.

3. What do they wear to bed? –

Shorts and a t-shirt. Sometimes nothing at all!! That had to stop when she moved into the HoL though. Brothers poppin’ in at all hours gettin’ an eyeful. Lucifer was upset.

4. Do they like cuddling?—

1000000000%. Niri’s a big ol’ cuddle bug. Asmo’s all about it. So is Beel.

5. Do they have a secret handshake with anyone? -- With Astaroth. It’s quite elaborate and they only ever do it when they decide to get up to trouble.

6. What do they look like? –

She cute if I may say so myselffff (don’t judge me, she’s a self insert hah!) Mid to slightly above average height for a human female, fairly toned. Brown eyes, mid-back length hair that’s brown at the root, fades to a teal and purple under layers. Sometimes her hair will fade to a light yellowy-green. She has the hookup for dye from Barbatos who likes to procure things for her from the human realm. She also has quite a few tattoos.

7. Do they like chocolate? –

Only dark. She’s allergic to additives in certain milk chocolates so she doesn’t eat it much.

8. What are their good and bad traits?

Good: Helpful, kind, encouraging, quite a hard worker in any task given her.

Bad: Easily swept up into trouble by others, will prioritize naps over other stuff sometimes, awfully flirtatious which gets her in hot water with Lucifer because apparently lesser demons keep poppin’ by the house with gifts also HUMAN, DID YOU REALLY JUST SAY THAT TO LORD DIAVOLO?! Oopsssssss~ Also, you know how Luci’s always doing the “MAAAAMMMOOOONNNNN…”…yeah, that’s almost always followed by “NIIIIIRIIIIIIIIII….”

9. Do they have any artistic talent?

Yes. She’s a musician so there’s that…and she likes to paint.

10. What is their favourite room to be in, in the house they live in?

She likes the music room since the boys tend to spend quite a bit of time in there together, but she’s usually found in the kitchen making loads of food and baked goods…also, that’s where you’re more likely to find Beel, and she reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally likes Beel.

11. Do they believe in luck?

To an extent. She believes that luck exists, but she thinks relying on it is a bit naïve.

12. Can they do magic?

Like pull a rabbit out of a hat type thing? Yes. She picked up a few little tricks here and there from a friend who loves show magic. Def not the real stuff though.

13. Do they believe in dragons?

She didn’t until she went to the Devildom. Not that they just have dragons hangin’ out all willy-nilly, but she’s heard stories from the brothers and others about dragons.

14. What is a pet peeve of theirs?

Rudeness and liars who don’t give up even after they’ve been caught in the lie. Also people who demand things of others as if they’re property and not living beings with feelings …this isn’t about Belphegor at all. Nope. She doesn’t have issues with him still.

15. What was the last thing they cried about?

She was able to talk to all her bandmates at once for her weekly call home. They all just really miss each other, ok? It sucks that she has to lie to them about where she is because she knows they’re worried about her, but it was just nice to hear their voices.

16. What is their sexuality?

Pan.

17. Do they have a best friend? If so, who, and what makes them their best friend?

We’ll narrow this down to the Devildom. Niri gets along with everyone and literally loves all the beings she’s met and knows she could count on them for most anything, but there’s definitely a more solid feeling to her connection with Beelzebub. They sort of just get to be vulnerable and entirely open with one another and there is never judgement or ill will, even when Beel eats her secret snack stash…again.

She’s kind of getting to that point with Astaroth as well, but she can sense he’s still a little guarded in certain aspects, and she’s not going to push.

18. Have they ever been in a romantic relationship?

Yes, quite a few. It’s not her favorite thing to talk about since she’s been quite unlucky in that aspect, but hey, the past is the past.

19. What does their relationship with their family look like? Are they close? Distant? Ect.

Her actual family family (with the exception of her brother) are not close in the least. They’re sort of barely on speaking terms. Her chosen family (comprised of her band and some of the closest staff) is extremely close.

20. Do they have a pet?

No. She loves animals and had a dog up until recently, but they passed. It’s okay though, they had a good long life and it wasn’t painful for them when it happened.

21. Do they have a familiar?

Nope. Non-magical.

22. Are they a supernatural being?

Nope! “Boring” human, but she does seem to always find herself in weird situations that are sorta paranormal.

23. How do they usually wear their hair?

It really just depends on the day. If she had time to work on it, it’s down and straight. If it’s a rush in the morning (read: fight for the bathroom because Beel won’t MOVE) she’ll toss it in a bun or ponytail depending on how hot it is outside. There are the odd days when she’ll just let it vibe in its natural wavy/curly state, but she kind of got fed up with the brothers calling her a sheep because it’s so fluffy.

24. Can they play an instrument? If so, what instrument and what can they play?

Yes! She learned guitar and bass at a young age and was tinkering with drums before she was whisked away to the Devildom.

25. What type a high schooler are/were they?

She was the quiet weird kid that didn’t quite fit in with the weird weird crowd, but also wasn’t popular. Plenty of people knew her or of her, but she mainly stuck with her group of friends and was nice to everyone.

26. Have they ever been in a physical fight before? If so, with who? Who won?

Yes. Just small bits of violence. No one of import, tbh. But there was that one time they all went out to party at the fall and Mammon and Levi started teasing her and in her drunken state, Niri went to punch Mammon who managed to duck so she hit Levi square in the nose. He was fiiiiiiine.

27. What is their favourite holiday?

Halloween because it’s fun, Christmas because of the togetherness, and EASTER BECAUSE MARSHMALLOW PEEPS!

28. If they could have one wish, what would they wish for?

A pass to go from the Devildom to the Human realm and back whenever she wants forever.

29. Do they wants kids? If they already have kids, do they want more?

No. Never.

30. Do they have a job?

Yes? Being a singer in a band is a job, right? It doesn’t always feel like a job because it’s awesome, but it’s a job.

31. Do they know how to drive?

Yes. She has convinced Mammon to let her drive his car on a few occasions and every time they get back he swears NEVER AGAIN. She a little speed demon.

32. Do they get stressed out easily?

Funny story, actually…YES. But she is pretty good at not letting it show. So on the outside she’s like la-la-la~ but inside it’s all AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~~~

33. Did they ever dye their hair before? If so, to what colour? Did they like it?

Absolutely lol. Niri has gone through a few colors in her life, but her favorite is and always will be the teal. (Fun fact: the purple came from a happy accident a few years back when she dyed over a pink shade and a layer turned out purple. She liked it so now she does it that way on purpose.)

34. Have they ever broken the law?

Never anything egregious, but she’s gotten tickets for stuff in the human world. Disturbing the peace, speeding, she was fined once (along with her bandmates) for a surprise free show they did in front of a train station which got a lot more attention than they were expecting and wound up shutting down a couple city blocks. Oooooooooopsss~

35. Do they own a plant?

She’s really bad with plants. REALLY bad. She was gifted a plant by Simeon a couple weeks into the exchange program and it took an embarrassingly long time for her to notice it was a fake plant…since he knows she sucks at keeping things alive.

36. Have they ever rode a horse before?

Once, and it was a terrifying experience so she just keeps her distance now.

37. What is their favorite gif?

anything featuring Titus Andromedon.

38. Do they get along with others easily?

She tries to. It’s not always possible, but she tries, dammit!

39. Do they have any tattoos?

Several, yes. One arm sleeve done, starting the other arm, both thighs have massive pieces on them and both ribs done as well. There are also a few small things on her fingers and back.

40. If I wanted to draw them, what would be distinct physical features that I would have to know to draw them correctly?

Lotta hair. Looooooottttta hair. And heavily winged eyeliner. Big lashes.

41. What is their favourite breed of dog?

Huskies. They’re just so cute and sassy! And perfectly sized!! Great cuddle buddies and fun to run with!

42. Do they live with anyone? If so, who?

Not in the human world, but she’s got 7 kinda irritating roomies in the Devildom!

43. Where is their dream vacation?

She’s traveled extensively, so there isn’t anywhere she dreams of going that she hasn’t already seen. Her favorite place is anywhere mountainous and lush.

44. Do they know more than one language?

Yep. Niri’s a language nerd. Because she likes to speak to fans and stuff, she has set it on herself to learn as many languages as she can. She’s not perfectly fluent in all of them, but it’s a good handful that she can hold a full conversation in. She and Satan like to practice with one another around the house, despite complaints from the others.

45. Are they a quick learner?

Depends. Most things, yes…..math and processes requiring math, NO.

46. Have they ever won a contest before? If so, what for? What did they win?

No, she’s not really the luck having type.

47. If the world were to end in 24 hours, where would they be and who would they be with?

Probably hugging Beel. They hug often. They’re kinda always together. It’s gross according to Leviathan and Belphegor.

48. What does their room look like?

She didn’t change much in the room she was given at the HoL. Just added her fake plant from Simeon and a few human things…she actually got the “Hang in There” kitty poster just for kicks. Lucifer hates it.

49. If they could have an extinct animal for a pet, what would they have?

A dodo bird. Because they’re weird and cool.

50. If they got called out by someone, what would they do?

Laugh and argue probably. Depends what they’re calling her out on.

51. Have they ever shot a gun before?

Yep. Actually enjoys shooting, it’s a fun stress reliever. She makes a point to drop by shooting ranges every once in a while back home.

52. Have they ever been axe throwing?

Once at a renaissance festival on an odd week of downtime. She didn’t do so well. The throwing was fine, but she never hit the target. Just be glad she didn’t hit a person either!

53. What is something that they want but can’t have?

At the moment, all the people she loves in one place.

54. Do they know how to fish?

Nope! She’s a mess with that kind of thing. Also, she doesn’t like the idea of fishing for anything herself. It makes her cry to think of the fish on the hook :<.

55. What is something they always wanted to do but too scared?

Hmm…Niri tries to live her life in a way that she won’t have regrets, so even if something is scary, she’ll pluck up the courage to do it. But…she still hasn’t jumped out of a plane.

56. Do they own their own baby pictures?

Absolutely not. She cringes thinking of the outfits her parents used to put her in, so she did her best to keep those kinds of things buried and acts like they never existed. Nope. Was never a baby. Nope.

57. What makes them standout among others?

Niri is a pro at pretending she’s confident, so she tends to draw attention when she walks in a room like she owns the place. Also her hair is kinda bright.

58. Do they like to show off?

Not really. She’s flamboyant in a sense, but she doesn’t go out of her way to call attention or to be center stage…heh.

59. What is their favourite song?

She can never pick, honestly. There are so many songs that are so amazing!

60. What would be their dream vehicle?

That’s a very good question. Probably something sitting in her garage back home. Probably being driven by one of her bandmates. Because hey, what are friends for?

61. What is their favourite book?

Not that she isn’t a big reader, but she doesn’t really get the time to enjoy books. There’s always something that needs attention or someplace to be and she’s required to engage, so focusing on a book or story is hard, but she’s a fan of classic novels, poetry, and Greek tragedies are always good!

62. Who, in their opinion, makes the best food?

She likes everything Barbatos makes and thinks Luke’s desserts are fantastic, but there’s something about a human recipe that just warms her heart, so…..herself. Lol.

63. Are they approachable?

Absolutely! If you can get past her intimidating resting face.

64. Did they ever change their appearance?

Not drastically, but she has gone through a few different phases until settling on a good one.

65. What makes them smile?

The silliness of those around her. Thinking of good memories with family/friends. Puppies.

66. Do they like glowsticks?

Yes. She has a stockpile of glowsticks that the brothers keep adding to.

67. What is something that is simple, but always makes them smile?

Watching the brothers bicker, even if it’s getting out of hand. It reminds her of her friends and how they always pick on one another.

68. Are they a day or night person?

Night, usually. Not that she dislikes the daytime, but day usually has so much stuff to be done whereas night is the fun stuff that doesn’t need a schedule.

69. Are they allergic to anything?

Some milk chocolate, bell peppers, and certain devildom plants.

70. What do you, the creator of this OC, like most about them?

She’s a spunky little thing who loves to have fun and make others smile above all else.

71. Who is their ride or die?

In the Devildom, Beelzebub and Astaroth.

Beel for most things, and Asta for the stuff Beel won’t do.

72. Do they currently have a significant other? If not, are they going to get one later one?

Erm…eh…look, it’s never been officially labeled or anything, ok? Like yeah they’re kind always together and have pet names for each other and like always touch and cuddle and like snuggle up in bed together and stuffffffffffff but like, idk? Is Beel her dude? Like….do we wanna even get into that?????? I mean, maybe someday? Like…what? What was the question??

73. What attracts them to another person?

A genuine heart, a killer smile, and a rockin’ bod. Yeah okay look everyone can be a little shallow sometimes okay get off her case >__<.

74. Who is one person that can always make them laugh?

She’s a damn fool and will laugh at ANYTHING, so it’s not hard. Everyone makes her laugh. The girl will 9 times out of 10 laugh at herself for the dumbest moments.

75. Have they ever partied too hard and their friends had to take them home?

Oh yes many times. Many many times. One of the first few times she hung out (went on a date) one-on-one with Beel they had a drinking contest and as it turns out, he can really hold his devil liquor.

76. Who would be their cuddle buddy?

She’ll cuddle up to Beel 99.9% of the time because he’s big and warm and always happy to hold, but she also really enjoys cuddling with Asmodeus. He’s such a sweetie and he smells so nice and they just snuggle and talk and laugh and it’s a nice escape. (Loads of times there are Asmo x Niri x Asta sandwiches in Asmo’s room.)

77. Who would cheer them up after a long day?

She tends to go to one of the brothers depending on what kind of day it’s been. Most of the time it’s gonna be Beel because again, big/warm/happy to hold her, but there are occasions where she’ll drag Beel to one of the others’ rooms and they’ll just hang out.

78. If they had a nightmare, who would they run to?

I mean…Beel. Lol. He’s right there.

79. What object to the care for the most?

She has a picture of her friends from back home that sits on her desk. She treasures that above all while she’s down in the Devildom.

80. Do they like other people’s children?

Sure. Kids are fine as long as they go back to their parents after a bit.

81. How would they react if someone broke into their home?

Seeing as there’s always someone coming into her room regardless if she’s there or not, she probably would just shrug it off. If someone decided to have a bad lapse in judgement and break into the HoL? She wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

82. Does anyone make them have butterflies in their stomach?

I mean….Beel. Lol. He so big and cute! Also Diavolo because he also big and cute.

83. What is something that they are good at?

Crying to get out of trouble. She’s a little shit. Lol.

84. What is their neutral expression?

Niri kinda always looks pissed off or uninterested? Until she smiles and you realize oh, she’s just a big ol’ faker.

85. Do they like to cook?

Yes. It’s one of her very favorite things to do!

86. What is something they can’t leave home without?

Her phone! (and Beel) but like, there’s just so much a phone can do!

87. Who is someone that they rely on?

Have I mentioned ever that Simeon is (or was at one time) Niri’s guardian angel? He seems to always be there and ready to help in any way, so she’s pretty reliant on him and hopes he feels the same toward her. (He does. Cue uwu’s)

88. Do they liked to be tickled?

Absolutely not. She’s extremely ticklish and hates being tickled. She flails and cries.

89. Have they ever been a sword fight before?

No. No she has not lol. Unless empty wrapping paper tubes count? She’s done that.

90. What is a joke that they would find funny?

All the bad ones. All of them. Ugly laugh here we go!

91. Do they have a place that can go and turn off their brain?

The gardens at RAD. It’s peaceful and there’s a great view of the sky.

92. What was their childhood like?

Not bad, but not memorable. There was a lot of pressure put on her to be a perfect kid, and she didn’t get to have a whole ton of fun.

93. What are they like as an adult?

Responsible, but definitely fun-loving. Like I mentioned before, she likes to live in a way that she won’t ever regret not having done something she wanted to do, or regret any actions she took, so she’s always got an open mind and welcomes new experiences. She’s a big ol’ kid.

94. Do they take criticism well?

Yes. She welcomes criticism in any form as she is always looking to be the best person she can be.

95. Have they ever jumped out of a plane?

No. Not yet!

96. Who do they like to make jokes with?

Literally anyone. A total joker. Big big clown.

97. Have you ever drawn them before? If you are comfortable with it, would you post a picture?

Yes! I draw Niri every once in a while. I actually need to draw her again soon! I miss that girl.

#asks for Butter #get to know Niri

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master-sass-blast · 5 years ago

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Whole list for Ellie, pls!!!!

Can diddly do, darling! Going under a cut, because again, Longe.

What is their favourite food: Mac and cheese. Cheesy potatoes. Pizza. Really, any combination of cheese and carbs.

Do they have a fear of an animal? If so, what animal: She’s not a fan of seagulls. Stupid fucking sky rats.

What do they wear to bed: Whatever. Actual pajamas, leggings and shirt, t shirt and gym shorts, whatever works.

Do they like cuddling: Yes, but she doesn’t initiate much after losing her family due to dealing with the trauma from that.

Do they have a secret handshake with anyone: She has one with Leo that changes every time they do it. It mostly exists to annoy Zach.

What do they look like: Ellie is a Very Petite, 13 year old girl, with pale skin, a round face, round, dark brown eyes, a button nose, pouty lips, and stick straight, pitch black hair. She’s too cute to be a mini-vessel of anger and murder.

Do they like chocolate: Yes. She loves chocolate. She’ll straight up eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Frank nearly has a coronary over her dietary habits, but he doesn’t have room to complain because he eats stuff straight out of a can with his Ka-bar.

What are their good and bad traits: Ellie is innovative, creative, and determined, but also aggressive, headstrong to the point of being difficult to work with, and steps past a lot of rules in order to “experiment” with different ideas.

Do they have any artistic talent: She plays the violin and eventually winds up taking dance classes and theater classes with Leo as a way to “keep her brain happy” (at the suggestion of David), but that’s about it.

What is their favourite room to be in, in the house they live in: Once Ellie, Frank, and Karen finally settle in a house? The dining room. They all spend the most time together there.

Do they believe in luck: No. There’s coincidence and probability, but luck in and of itself cannot be scientifically proven. Besides, luck is for people who don’t believe in effort.

Can they do magic: Real magic? No. Sleight of hand magic? Also no.

Do they believe in dragons: As a possible, past existing creature? The common media depictions had to come from somewhere.

What is a pet peeve of theirs: Being talked down to. She can’t stand it. She’s smart, she knows she’s smart, and she will be spoken to as such, thank you very much.

What was the last thing they cried about: In the order of the story? Being adopted by Frank and Karen, though she does get weepy over losing her family (as is natural).

What is their sexuality: She’s a babby gay, and later identifies as a lesbian when she’s older.

Do they have a best friend? If so, who, and what makes them their best friend: Leo Lieberman. They bond while Frank helps David keep an eye on his family, over their mutual love for academics and learning things, and from there they’re just... *crosses fingers* like that.

Have they ever been in a romantic relationship: Yes. Ellie and Leo do wind up dating (once they’re older, which probably won’t be covered in the story, but their mutual interest is hinted at).

What does their relationship with their family look like? Are they close? Distant? Ect: Before her biological family’s passing, she was closest with one her four brothers, Andrew, who was closest to her in age at 21. She was relatively close with her other siblings, save for her sister, whom she is heavily estranged from. Her biological mother died when she was two, and her biological father abused her by exploiting her intellect and mutation set for his own gain, but it takes Ellie a while to recognize that. Post being adopted by Frank and Karen, she’s closer to Frank due to having spent more time with him, but she still loves Karen dearly.

Do they have a pet: In the “good ending,” they get a black and white pitbull named Oreo.

Do they have a familiar: Still dunno what that is, so no.

Are they a supernatural being: Nope.

How do they usually wear their hair: Ellie’s hairstyle changes throughout the story/series. It’s longer at the beginning, then she shaves her head when Frank does (because she asks and he figures there’s no harm so he helps her shave her head), then grows it out longer on the top like he does in S2 of the Punisher, then wears it as an angled bob for S3 of Daredevil, and by the end of the story it’s about shoulder-length again. Eventually, she settles on switching between on longer on the top, shorter sides and the angled bob as her favorites.

Can they play an instrument? If so, what instrument and what can they play: The violin, and she plays just about anything on it.

What type a high schooler are/were they: Ellie graduated high school at the age of nine, so... yeah.

Have they ever been in a physical fight before? If so, with who? Who won: Several. It comes with the territory with being Frank’s “sidekick.” She wins most of them, though does take some notable loses to Billy Russo and Agent Pointdexter.

What is their favourite holiday: Halloween. Hands down.

If they could have one wish, what would they wish for: She doesn’t necessarily believe in wishes, since they usually create various paradoxes.

Do they wants kids? If they already have kids, do they want more: She’s too young to consider having kids during the story, but when she gets older she decides she doesn’t necessarily want any.

Do they have a job: She’s thirteen, so no.

Do they know how to drive: Yes. Her biological father made a point of teaching her how to handle just about any vehicle or craft.

Do they get stressed out easily: Not really. She has her snapping points (being talked down to, people she cares about getting hurt, etc), but all in all she’s pretty easy going.

Did they ever dye their hair before? If so, to what colour? Did they like it: She dyes it magenta when she’s sixteen with Karen’s help and LOVES it.

Have they ever broken the law: Yes. Many times. So many times.

Do they own a plant: Ellie and Frank both fall into the category of “would kill a plastic plant, somehow,” so no.

Have they ever rode a horse before: No.

What is their favorite gif: Don’t have an answer for this, so pass.

Do they get along with others easily: Not really. Ellie can run the end of being argumentative and superior, so she can be difficult to get along with at times.

Do they have any tattoos: Nope.

If I wanted to draw them, what would be distinct physical features that I would have to know to draw them correctly: She has to look like the most innocent, adorable, non-murdery teenage ever. Round face, button nose, big, round eyes, pouty lips, whole nine yards. Very pale skin, very dark hair, very dark eyes.

What is their favourite breed of dog: Ellie hasn’t met a dog she didn’t like.

Do they live with anyone? If so, who: Frank, at the beginning of the story, and then Frank and Karen at the end.

Where is their dream vacation: Ellie traveled a lot when she was younger due to her biological dad’s line of “work,” so she’s seen good chunks of the world. She’d probably enjoy going back to France or Iceland the most, though.

Do they know more than one language: Yes. Ellie speaks English, German, Mandarin, Japanese, Spanish, and Arabic fluently, and is conversational in French and Italian.

Are they a quick learner: Extremely.

Have they ever won a contest before? If so, what for? What did they win: Not really. Her biological father had her more focused on studying as much as she could, so she didn’t enter any contests growing up.

If the world were to end in 24 hours, where would they be and who would they be with: She’d stick close to Frank, Karen, Curtis, and the Liebermans.

What does their room look like: In the “good ending,” Ellie’s room is painted shades of purple and blue, and has a desk with a chair, a dresser, and a double bed in it.

If they could have an extinct animal for a pet, what would they have: Probably a Dodo bird.

If they got called out by someone, what would they do: Argue with them. Ellie’s “flight mode” was replaced with extra fight.

Have they ever shot a gun before: Yes.

Have they ever been axe throwing: No.

What is something that they want but can’t have: The ability to kill the worst billionaires of the world and redistribute their funds to those who need them, and that’s only because there’s no way to do that without getting caught and getting other people in trouble.

Do they know how to fish: No.

What is something they always wanted to do but too scared: Scuba diving.

Do they own their own baby pictures: No.

What makes them standout among others: The way she speaks. She’s very intense in her voice and how she talks, which draws a lot of attention.

Do they like to show off: Yes. One hundred percent. She likes the praise.

What is their favourite song: It changes, but one of her consistent faves is “I Love It” by Icona Pop.

What would be their dream vehicle: Stealth bomber jet.

What is their favourite book: Percy Jackson series.

Who, in their opinion, makes the best food: Karen. Frank eats MREs like they’re going out of style.

Are they approachable: She looks it, but she doesn’t talk it.

Did they ever change their appearance: Yeah. She goes through a few phases of figuring out what style suits her best as she grows up.

What makes them smile: Dumb jokes, making Frank, Karen, and Leo laugh, and fail compilations.

Do they like glowsticks: Sure. Who doesn’t?

What is something that is simple, but always makes them smile: Seeing/talking to Leo.

Are they a day or night person: Night.

Are they allergic to anything: Nope.

What do you, the creator of this OC, like most about them: She’s a spitfire, and she challenges Frank to come out of his shell more.

Who is their ride or die: Frank, Karen, Curtis, and the Lieberman family.

Do they currently have a significant other? If not, are they going to get one later one: She and Leo date when they’re older, but that probably won’t be featured in any of the stories.

What attracts them to another person: Intelligence, humor, and willingness to question rules, ethics, and morals.

Who is one person that can always make them laugh: Leo Lieberman.

Have they ever partied too hard and their friends had to take them home: No.

Who would be their cuddle buddy: Leo is her first go to, but Frank and Karen also step up when she needs/wants it.

Who would cheer them up after a long day: Probably Frank, Karen, or Leo.

If they had a nightmare, who would they run to: Frank or Karen. They understand having the types of nightmares that she has.

What object to the care for the most: A phone built for her by her deceased brother, Andrew.

Do they like other people’s children: Eh, not really.

How would they react if someone broke into their home: Kill the intruder.

Does anyone make them have butterflies in their stomach: Leo Lieberman.

What is something that they are good at: Aside from her innate talents, she’s good at crossword puzzles.

What is their neutral expression: She looks like an adorable woodland fairy.

Do they like to cook: Not really.

What is something they can’t leave home without: The phone her brother built for her. It has access to her family’s private satellite network, their stores of information and blackmail data, and their private bank accounts.

Who is someone that they rely on: Frank. Ellie relies on him for protection (despite her abilities, she’s still thirteen) and companionship.

Do they liked to be tickled: Only by Leo.

Have they ever been a sword fight before: Yes.

What is a joke that they would find funny: Any dumb pun in existence.

Do they have a place that can go and turn off their brain: The Lieberman’s house. She really just gets to be a kid there.

What was their childhood like: Kinda tragic, considering her family’s death and the abuse she took from her biological father and sister.

What are they like as an adult: Ellie comes out well-adjusted, all things considered. She does land in the anti-social personality disorder spectrum, but she’s high-functioning and can blend in with society, for the most part. She does wind up picking up the Punisher mantle when Frank retires, citing that “someone needs to purge the city of its scum” as her reason.

Do they take criticism well: If it’s well founded? Sure. If it isn’t? Absolutely not.

Have they ever jumped out of a plane: No.

Who do they like to make jokes with: Frank, Karen, and Leo.

Have you ever drawn them before? If you are comfortable with it, would you post a picture: I have, but I don’t have anything of her I want to post yet.

#sass answers #the duckling verse #ellen 'ellie' long

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14x04 watching notes

Happy Birthday, Davy!

Mittens just ominously warned me to warm up this notepad while I waited for the episode to finish downloading.

The nice guy from the phone provider has recently restored our internet after 4 days of radio silence from me, but it's only about 4'o clock on friday, so really some good timing!

Expectations: pre-mittens warning, Davy back on his nonsense with the scary episodes and expected nonsense of sinking back into MotW after mytharc but in capable hands because, you know, new writing team is aces and all.

post-mittens warning: idk but I should get a stuffed toy?

That's a suspicious amount of ghost lore.

Has Heaven started dumping the spirits out now and if it really IS a ghost it's not going to behave properly?

Oh my god it's a Hell Hazers poster.

There was something I would have talked about pre-episode but had no internet so didn't, but the focus on Dean and nerds and the expectation that this episode would be about a comic book store, did remind me of 9x07 and the action figure which was all "i clobber evil!" and was a strong Dean mirror, including that he needlessly burned it on the stove to try and get rid of the ghost of the mom but it turned out she needed to be talked into letting her son let her go in a scene which has all sorts of shades of Dean vs Mary in 12x22 now and also Dean's entire mark of cain arc was in the self-destruction of his self as an action figure that clobbered evil. A reminder that Dean is this figure seems fairly timely with him coming down from being possessed, as of course he has been used as an action figure. And his willingness to turn himself into one in 13x23 was very much turning himself into the Michael Sword, which in this cosmos is practically like the rarest collectible action figure of the universe. This harks back all the way to the first season and Dean's issues with John's control and the whole blunt little instrument arc, also something that fed directly into demon!Dean, and is being reflected this season in Nick, who murdered a guy with a hammer, after his family was murdered by a hammer, and said yes to Lucifer because of all that angst about hammer murder. Subtle.

Anyway, this is sort of the emotional background to me for action figures in the show.

A Hell Hazers poster also reminds us that Dean is a horror fan, his own connections to the genre, a CLASSIC episode, and a time when he was living his best life briefly.

You know, before he sold his soul for *waves at previous big paragraph* reasons

Fitting for how season 13 ended with Dean this close to happy world peace retirement living his best life :P

Awww the fake movie the MotW comes from is called All Saints Day. Davyyy :')

People I know who are born on like October SECOND consider themselves extra spooky halloween people. I can only imagine what it does, as a 23rd Oct. birthday person, to the psyche to actually be born ON it.

This episode's subtitle is just "Lol I have the best birthday, fuckers"

ACTUAL CLIP FROM 2x18!

And the fucking racist truck >.> Which in-universe was teased as another different movie using the footage in the trailer for Hell Hazers II.

My mum has that exact Wonder Woman figure

This guy is wearing a trenchcoat-featured jacket with a maroon t-shirt under it. I could not tell you what he represents but the trenchcoat part is amusing.

I can't *actually* start saying everything is party!Cas symbolism though so I'll just shush

Er this rando that people were saying was dressed like Sam from the promo images literally is called Sam, and she's wearing a very very loud checkered shirt, of course featuring a lot of orange. I'm guessing with that info it's next to impossible to say she ISN'T in some way a Sam parallel :P

Comic Book Guy is possibly caught in the middle of stealing an action figure, and I can't work out if he is just nervous about that or has a crush on Sam because his behaviour was so suspect, but from the promo scene where he looks a lil worse for the wear he talks about breaking up with his goth gf, and Sam is very clearly a nerd, not a goth.

(Goth nerds are things. The media will get there one day :P)

Oh okay after a few lines of the exchange, yeah this guy is a dick, I have NO clue why he's wearing that coat symbolism wise, and Sam really ought to fire him because wow, uncool and also he seems to be a stereotypical nerdbro gatekeeper who would literally rather scare off customers but be right than just enjoy what they all enjoy together.

Then he apologises for getting angry for saying he just gets spun out sometimes. Honestly, this seems to be crossing over into Dean territory considering the last thing from the recap was Dean being told he was like Michael by Bad Kaia and being really angry when he said he was nothing like him... He also used "spun out" about himself in 12x20 but in rather more tragic lost-Cas circumstances but obviously this parallel has a different lesson to tell than just making them equivalent. This guy is so awful and is using his anger in a petty way over things that don't really matter. He's getting spun out over made up battles rather than real angst, and whether he has his own underlying trauma that makes him behave that way or not, the straight white nerd is one of the secondary main villains of the century so far after the literal alt right, with some overlap of course. Think Kylo Ren as one of the dominant critiques of this behaviour :P Compared to the open of 8x11 for example, where the nerds were harmless weirdoes despite also being straight white and obsessive, the aggression and obsession are played not just as a harmless trait of people who like LARPing and collecting toys, but gatekeep, yell at kids over superman facts, and refuse to have their own dominance challenged.

Thinking he could fight superman might actually explain the Cas like jacket - it's too short to be a coat - that he idealises these heroes, is wearing Batman (who in pop culture most recently was around "v superman") and Cas of course has all his superman comparisons from both 6x20, and his rebirth in 12x01 where he came back to earth as a fiery comet and was immediately mistaken for a spaceman. There's some dark idolisation/mirroring here, that he's debating how to fight the guy (krytonite gloves = the BMoL knuckledusters) and at the same time mirroring the show's Superman in his dress. Only much, much lesser. More subtextual mockery about his weakness and how he doesn't really measure up.

I think in a lot of ways the discourse about nerds in pop culture is moving on now to make this difference clear, that the ones who will be mocked are the ones who deserve it for being too cruel to respect, while in many other ways the mainstreaming of nerd culture into pop culture, meaning a large amount of it is no longer mockable, that everyone had at least SOME nerdy indulgences, means that in general nerdom is more accepted and exalted than ever. SPN obviously having its own deep roots into nerd culture has some direct room for commentary here, and this is also a way of reminding its own fans to be cool and not to be this guy.

Oh, huh, he safely exited the shop. I did not see that coming.

LOL he has batman bedding on a fold out bed in either a shed, garage or basement where he lives.

(This detail was tragic in Attack the Block but it's quite clear in this case the guy is fully grown and is being used as a detail to show his forward progression in life)

Wow, you really have some rage issues here. Especially trying to wrangle free pizza i mean dude. Talk about a line that personifies him 100 different ways in one go :P Who shouts at their pizza delivery place?? They remember your number! This is how to get extra toppings.

Oh my god please get beaten to death by this lil guy

(I know I know he survives he's in the promo)

Is this like... haunted kidney episode... but better?

Actually, Fallen Idols plus Mannequin episode but better.

You know how we saw in the last new year? Watching Small Soldiers for the first time since like the 90s or whenever it came out

The show's animation is so much better

Than Small Soldiers and itself from past years

Oh DEAN

I mean he totally deserves a day off.

I can't believe he owns these socks. Who got them for him for Christmas?

Okay, well first we have to work out which was the last Christmas they had where they were not in prison or in an alternate dimension or dead or -

Cas. It was Cas.

He literally had no idea this wasn't just a cute commentary on how much Chinese take out Dean eats

Anyway as far as I can tell Dean is living out the bisexualdemondean header just to spite Michael for defiling his temple. He's filling it with noods and pizza (and I am sure he didn't yell at the delivery guy, but tipped him well instead for making drop offs at a shady street corner miles from where anyone lives)

Honestly it's been 12 years since Hell Hazers II... What took them so long

Dean's drunk a full thing of Margiekugle mom beer, which is a lil worrying just in terms of him using it instead of comfort from her like in 12x02, now that she's back.

God I want Dean to meet the asshole from the comic shop and for him to get into a dick measuring contest about Hell Hazers II and Dean to be like uh I WORKED on it you ass

Er, does that vending machine contain the nougat of choice of your consumptive son on the other side of the wall?

(who may be out with Cas concealing his consumption on a case so not bothered by all this TV noise)

God I love and have missed Dean, my trashy guy who is sitting hugging a pillow like a teen girl at a sleepover to watch his hatchetman slasher to celebrate being back to himself and get the much-needed R&R, since, you know, last time we saw him he threatened to "break" Kaia and was in a very very bad place (lol)

This guy about to get murdered for trying to snatch a nougat bar is dressed like the unfortunate bandmate (Tommy?) to Vincifer. Is this an oblique Ladyheart reference to set up a weird scenario where Hatchetman is punishing a Lucifer-adjacent asshole for trying to steal Nougat?

I can't believe there's a red exit sign behind him which means Wanek is Waneking in multiple dimensions at once

"Mint Condition" flashes up over Dean indulging in his pizza, saying, hey look it's our guy back in shape. Or, you know, ironically so. Either because Dean being Dean means eating junk food and wallowing because his husband has wandered off with the kid and isn't home to snuggle him while he does this mandatory bedrest, or because, of course, Dean is not Mint Condition at all. He's literally and emotionally scarred.

I am pretty sure this shirt that Sam has on is 12 years old.

Statistically, they're gonna get murdered in each and every one of their original Kripke era shirts until none of them are available to be murdered in later.

I say for no particular reason.

Leave Sam alone. He doesn't shave you mock him, he does shave, you... also mock him. He was doing really well while you were gone! No one got even slightly stabbed who didn't deserve it! This is an all-time record. A beard is a price to pay for that.

Honestly I think Dean is stoned but they're not going to say so but I am treating this scene like it is.

"I wanted to check up on you," Sam says, pulling over a chair. This is so like how he was in 14x01 when he was powering around the Bunker being the boss, and given Dean's been on bedrest, again, much-needed, Sam is treating him like another one of his charges, and once more is in a position of authority... But now, despite shaving to act like nothing has changed a bit more, he is the one in charge of Dean as one of his wards. Everything has changed. Your dynamic is actually wobbling in a weird way.

In season 10 when Dean was laid up with the Mark blues especially around 10x12, which this intro also reminds me of, re: Dean spending a week in his room and Sam popping in to check on him, Sam was still keeping a very wary eye on Dean more that he was a bomb that may explode, and that while he needed to be managed, the power dynamic was extremely, extremely horrifying in that if Sam messed up Dean would murder him. Not an ongoing implicit threat between them, but the knowledge that Dean could become a demon again and demon!Dean would attempt to kill Sam, and so Sam had better do his utmost to keep Dean in a good place. Even if it eventually meant a series of convoluted secrets to try and fix him against his wishes.

Obviously, things are different here. Sam has developed a LOT since then, with season 11 beginning a recovery of his character in tentative little steps which actually kicked off in season 12, and, specifically, in 12x04 under Davy Perez in American Nightmare heralding the new era of Sam focus and lovingly stroking his hair and lavishing him with Sam-sculpted episodes the like of which we hadn't seen all through Carver era.

Now when Sam comes into Dean's room and pulls up a chair and sits down to check up on him, he actually radiates a comfortable, competent authority to do so.

... however he is doing it in that pink shirt which I honestly love the concept of but just wish that I couldn't see Sam in 2x06 showing up in it for the first time, like, my brain is just screaming at him to go get a bunch more pink shirts and refresh his wardrobe

I'm so certain of it but now I have to check because 12 years is such a long time but

http://www.homeofthenutty.com/supernatural/screencaps/albums/SPN2x06/SPN_0060.jpg

Mittens yelled "OH MY GOD" when I sent her the link so I think I'm right

Like, conceptually in every way it's great because it's this long pink shirt that fits him well, fuck toxic masculinity, blah blah action heroes in pink shirts, love it love it love it, but also: it's another fucking plaid shirt Sam has owned since he was a gap-toothed child six years younger than Jack presents as

Dean is lacking his second bedside table, as he has been for seasons, but I'm just staring at him lying sideways on his bed, wondering about his set up, and if this is in any way similar to how he watched all those cowboy movies with Cas, since Davy, of course, was the one to suggest that they had been watching movies together.

"And... not that I'm complaining... House is full of strangers"

Yeah, we know you hate it, Dean. God, it's tragic. In a wonderful way. Sam's built this little empire for himself and it's on top of Dean's old nesting spot. Dean's been forced into his room not just to hide away because he's ashamed but because he doesn't want to be seen and there's too many strange eyes out there. However this resolves, it's going to force some growth. Honestly, as much as Dean loves this room and it means to us, it's also a bleak lonely spot and in the like 7 years they've had the Bunker, Dean's never hooked up in that bed, while it has come to be very much like, well... The bed of an angry nerd living in a basement still using Batman sheets. Again, dark parallels, but of Dean in a dark place.

I'd love if he moved out and got a house in the suburbs.

I mean.

Cas has a house in the suburbs.

(Re: long-running Lizzy watching notes in-jokes about where he stashes a bunch of stuff like demon tablets, first blades, metatron's grace, etc etc)

But yeah, no. I like the idea of Dean nesting, of course. But aside from the obvious conveniences, the Dean Cave, etc, there's no reason it HAS to be here except that this is their inheritance and it's safe. But as I constantly talk about with the library abutting the war room, the work/life balance is always in question and filling the Bunker with strangers is a great way to shove all the life balance out, and leave the only spot left of that to Dean in this room.

If the AU peeps don't all get sent home but remain at least in part a hunter community and maybe even network and grow as the Winchesters finally open up the Bunker's resources and share them and stop being all isolated like Carver era fiercely protected... Dean might have no choice but to move his nesting down the road to somewhere with a sofa where he can park his car out front, and choose to commute in to work.

Awww they have the "our lives are a scary movie" argument again, in a well-worn way. So well-worn this is repeating dialogue from somewhere or other... 2x18? 4x07? God I don't know, implicit in Sam's eyerolling at Halloween in 1x01? All of the above? I am not looking that up. But anyway their stances haven't moved, possibly because this is something that has never really been challenged before. If Sam didn't hate scary movies already, watching 18 hours of Hell Hazers II dailies probably did in any remaining sympathy he would have had towards them, while Dean thrived there.

I guess he may finally have had time to watch it?

And of course stay for the credits to see his name.

Anyway Dean has historically cited movies as research or job adjacent, or vicariously enjoyed watching monsters at work from the safe remove of a screen, while Sam throws it all in to that box where of course it goes to 1x01 where he's running away from ALL of it and has his oddly specific choices to avoid halloween in his day to day as Lawboy. He's struggled to indulge in the weird as a hobby, likes serial killers as, as far as we can diagnose, an outlet of darkness but purely human, and keeps the work/life balance in a rather unhealthy way of denial and boxing things away, because so much of his early seasons arcs were about resisting the life and refusing the call. This harks back to their literal first episode characterisations of Dean being all in and Sam being all out and it's interesting to have us back here in season 14, in a period of such deep reflection, when Sam has finally sort of accepted the life, found a niche in the work that suits him as the boss, and Dean is struggling now with retirement questions, and taking a week off, not liking his home full of strangers, etc etc.

"More Michael Monsters?" Dean asks immediately quick fire when Sam says he has a case.

He may have taken a week off to indulge in pizza but that obsession lurks under his skin. He's in no way done, though I think perhaps better prepared to enter this case than he had been, though of course he's billed as still struggling.

Dean also instantly recognises the Thundercats name, and I'm afraid it's something I'm just not familiar with, that I clearly missed some wave of it when I was younger and it hasn't come back around as an adult... I can't wait to read stuff by people who know more about it and say tragic things about Dean's connection to it. But the important thing here is the dark mirror to the guy who got beat up by the toy, because Dean is being shown as also an enthusiastic nerd who knows the franchise and is excited by this concept and is leaping into a case about it with a "strippers, Sammy. Finally!" level of enthusiasm.

Healthy nerds and unhealthy nerds. But at the same time, Dean might be a better nerd, but his anger last episode is still being examined through this guy.

I love that for Sam and Dean, dressing up for Halloween is dressing up like total nerds in a totally different pop culture way - the old appearance of geeks which is wildly outdated but damned if they aren't putting on pocket protectors anyway. It's a caricature but it's one that is at total odds with who they are as people... More of a traditional halloween thing where normally Sam and Dean are really scary people with weapons, so when you make them dress all topsy turvy, they dress like this instead. They ARE halloween costumes, in their day to day.

Dean continues watching in the shop, Sam eyes up the Red Hood.

I watched that a million years ago with no idea that Jensen was in it, though I had watched the first couple of seasons at that point. I think it was during my "aww the show was cancelled" phase where it was completely off my radar. It's hilarious to me now, because I don't think I COULD watch it, now I know Jensen's voice so disproportionately well. It would be so off-putting.

"She's like your twin."

Sam and Sam both tuck their hair behind their ears at the same moment.

"What are you talking about?"

So. This is going to be extremely subtle.

I hope New Sam survives the episode D:

Sam points out the other guy who people were saying based off the promo pics would be the Dean to this girl's Sam with no idea what was to come. He and Dean in this case are both eating lollipops purloined from the halloween candy.

I guess this guy in the All Saints Day t-shirt shares Dean's love of the same franchise, and seems to represent the bizarre venn diagram with Dean on one side and Andrew Dabb on the other. Their nerdy overlap.

I feel like Sam is just pointing out this character mirror to be an annoying sibling and wow do I love seeing them like this.

I also feel like there is no way Davy would do this if he wasn't about to troll the fuck out of us with these parallels in some terrifying meta way and pointing out that character parallels are a thing this blatantly is about to be Awful somehow.

The Red Hood is staring disapprovingly at them through all of this

Anyway of course Dean Parallel immediately recognises Dean's enthusiasm for Hatchetman and encourages him to press the button, which Dean does with glee. I CLOBBER EVIL. Wait no.

Sometimes we do bad things.

Oh dear.

Oh deeeeeeeeeeear.

Yeah, Hatchetman is like... idk, michael!Dean or something. Or some dark part of Dean where all his violence is and this twisted version is almost like the burned result of the I Clobber Evil hero being melted by Dean and - too meta, I am in pain.

"Vintage hot wheels!"

I know what you want because I have a smol 67 impala on my shelf. Nyoom.

He has an eeny weenie mystery machiney so he can make them race.

Okay guy who got beat up by a toy is called Stuart (I am so bad at names, honestly.)

Of course he got kicked out by his roomie for being insufferable about something as pointless as subs vs dubs, and Sam is already apologising for him before they even go meet him.

Considering there's 3 people working at the shop and Stuart had a trenchcoat, but is also being mirrored to Dean, darkly, I feel like there might be some serious shuffling going on here that surface level, Stuart had that Cas marker, but... yeah

Heeee Dean stealing the Flash mug and making Sam have the one with the cats all over it. One mug representing Stuart, one representing his mum.

I mean it is Sam's turn to have a relationship with THEIR mom this season. Idk if the mugs are actually symbolic over anything other than Dean living his best geek life right now.

I mean he's added the glasses to his ensemble, he's really living it up.

I hope he's still wearing Send Noods under this

Awww it's hot apple cider. What a good mom. This is a perfect halloween drink.

*Stuart Rage Sounds from below*

Wow this is subtle that he has some rage issues.

"Campbell and sons insurance" Hey remember when I said that this whole season's emotional set up with Sam's ownership of the AU peeps reminded me of season 6 and the Campbells? They also literally are the sons of Mary Campbell, so.

No lies, at least, with some serious stretching of the truth.

God, the detail that Dean has played Zelda.

He's being nerdy out loud constantly, and without much fear of judgement. It's wonderful. I guess he's been jostled up enough by Michael that he doesn't really care to hide this random pointless thing that in the grand scheme why should he be ashamed, and also he feels so much worse about other things that this is just an escape to have fun. It also reminds me of last season when he was mourning Cas except that this indulgence Sam is allowing him is co-sponsored by Dean and he's throwing himself into enjoying the smaller things and being more openly Dean-ish than he has in a while. Like, I don't think character comparisons to 8x11 for the nerds is the only way the episodes link :P

In 8x11 Dean's initial reaction to LARPing is that it looks awesome, then he corrects at a look from Sam to being more judgy. In 9x04 as scripted, Sam is surprised that Dean want to read Game of Thrones. So idk if that's just Robbie character interpretations since my 2 surface level examples are from his episodes or if that's just been where open nerdery has lived in past years, but anyway. Sam isn't stopping Dean from indulging in the same way - it seems he also recognises Dean's nerdiness and is less threatened by it than before, in the sense that he doesn't feel like Dean isn't acting himself, but now accepts the nerdiness is a part of Dean.

"Who needs goth girl drama" dude you are the most awful over-dramatic asshole on the show now Lucifer is dead

LOL he's trying to lie about being attacked by a toy now, and Dean points out that he got whooped so thoroughly he was beaten on the back and genitals - so yeah we look at his face and wiiiiince

"Lady you wasn't kidding."

"Big Bang in there..."

Goodness are we calling out the Big Bang theory for its toxic nerdery? Love it.

Sam and Dean halloween costumed as total nerds, still driving around in the Impala. The reverse of someone rolling up in a boring old modern car and, like, a bunch of Draculas get out.

Sam can shave off the beard but it can't stop him Bobby-ing

Dean side-eyes this

"Yeah, it was Riley, he'll be fine."

"I don't know who Riley is, but cool."

God, I am so into this whole dynamic.

Tell me more, Davy.

"So seriously, what is your deal with halloween?"

"I don't like it"

Dean, I am watching this episode on November 2nd, just so you know.

Anyway. This is literally. 1x01's opening adult Sam moment. But Dean's going back to poke Sam about it since he's someone Sam won't lie to in the same way that Sam was concealing his entire being from Jess. I mean this isn't subtle - in 1x01 Dean calls Sam out for doing this. But then, Sam doesn't exactly develop beyond it - in season 8 he does this with Amelia.

Because obviously if Sam is going to move forward and develop there's still things which are not addressed. And if Dean is having his idea of home and work challenged, and his nest disrupted until perhaps he will fly it... Sam has never ever actually addressed his work/life balance in the meaningful way where... like... this was how his difference was introduced when we first ever meet lil babby Sam smiling innocently at us on screen as a kid who has the whole future ahead of him and no idea what torment he's gonna go through. 14 years later, if he's ever going to be a grown up who can handle himself in a relationship and know what is work and what is life and how he can watch halloween movies and not feel personally offended by them but enjoy them as a fantasy and a way of boxing off their world into a safe place they don't have personal responsibility for...

Maybe he might just get a girlfriend who he can tell he is a hunter. Like. Dude. Dean was past that step before the show ever STARTED thanks to his time with Cassie.

Sam, also, metaphorically is an angry guy living in his mom's basement, but perhaps in a more metaphorical way where it's to do with living his whole life under the shadow of his mom horrifically dying as a result of the supernatural and being brought up feeling like a freak and just wanting to be normal and all

wheeee

Anyway Dean is probing for actual answers so I assume Davy will give us a solution to this this episode, but this is my take on it before we get into it properly.

Alternative hypothesis: Davy is personally offended that Sam doesn't like halloween despite it being the best holiday, is determined to fix that and fuck canon, characters can change even 14 years later.

"Don't give me this 'every day is halloween' crap because one it aint, we don't eat that much candy"

I have missed Dean and I love him with every fibre of my being, brb I need to vibrate out of existence at the sheer joy of knowing him

That was the worst "we aren't here staking out your house" move I have ever seen.

You are professionals who have been doing this together for 14 years

why was that so laughably bad?

The youtube comments are so cutting and a bunch of them are unfortunately true. It's self-awareness of using the loser nerd trope but also, cutting in a way because of course Stuart is coming across so much as someone who deserves it - and we're starting to see his mom is sweet and doesn't seem to have caused any trauma in a surface read, and that he was the one who dumped his online gf, and he starts other fights at work or with roomies, so this is getting more and more into territory where he seems fully to blame for his own situation, and therefore you CAN mock him for living in mom's basement, because he PUT himself there, and is single because he chose to be, and so on. The pervading sense that if he was a nicer person, none of this would be happening to him, right down to him stealing the toy in the first place.

Oh boy, the bloody handprint on the wall... We are back in handprint territory, and, you know, maybe because SOMEONE walking past it has been scarred on the wrong shoulder by the actions of an angel or something

There's a chinese take out carton on the shelf in this basement. I doubt it's a collectible.

Send noods.

Okay, that's sort of weird.

If the mom is in costume I don't get the reference. I hope someone else has handled that.

We're going to get her POV on her loser son now, I guess.

"Everything's fine :)" *leaves the room* "everything is not fine!"

Are we calling them out for using "fine" so loosely again too huh?

(Side note: Jack saying he's fine while consumptive, and yeah I am still upset about that. What are you doing to the boy????)

Dean and Sam split up and as Sam walks off a nurse eyes him up and smiles. No idea how intentional that was but I mean, can you blame her? :P

You know, I don't know anything about this franchise, but Sam just jumped to see a toy of a guy who looks weirdly similar to the vampires that ATE HIM a few weeks ago.

He checks over his shoulder in case Dean manifested at his side just in time to see that

Awww Dean and New Dean meet. "he must have awesome insurance"

He calls Stuart's mom "Babs" which is hilarious. They seem close.

New Dean has issues with his dad and Stuart lets him crash with him no questions asked. I suppose Dean isn't going to think too hard about how Sam's choice for his parallel has issues with his dad.

This forgiveness for Stuart's behaviour because he's kind to his own people is a very TFW trait, which makes New Dean more like Sam or Cas forgiving Dean his outbursts, as he's by far the ragiest of them, with Cas trailing in second and Sam the zen fucking master.

Lol Dean and New Dean are both dragged into the room to watch All Saints Day 3 like they're being pulled in on a line

Oh dear, they're bonding.

Davy isn't usually on top of these things but he's channeling a lot of Edlund today and Edlund always had these sort of guys like Andy or Aaron who are so Dean's type in a harmless shared interests and getting stoned together way. This is a bit extreme with the guy's tininess and scruffiness but you know, we'll see how this develops, if it's an accidental twins or a missed connections soulmate dealio.

... You're taking to someone who's still bitter that Andy and Dean would have been perfect together, so.

Also this New Dean guy is demonstrating how to be a Good Fan - he may be as intensely nerdy as Stuart, but he and Dean can compare movies and even though they don't share a favourite, agree that the whole series is great and can see the merits both in each other's favourites, and in another movie that isn't either of their favourites but could be if they happened to be inclined that way.

So healthy :')

"It was always nice to check out. I like watching movies where I KNOW the bad guy's going to lose"

Ow ow ow. But yeah, there's Dean's pro-Halloween rationale, that the tropeyness of the genre has its comforts that every ridiculous horror thing is entirely safe and no one is ACTUALLY going to get eaten by any of these things. Which is also how normal people enjoy horror but at the metaphorical remove of being scared by things we may not literally meet but still represent anxieties we might have in our real lives.

Catharsis, yo

Sam barges in on New Sam to ask her the usual series of increasingly weird questions which get the "are you really insurance?" eyebrows.

"Downtown Salem" - are they in Salem as in the witch hunt one?

I kinda love how New Sam is talking with a speech bubble beside her. So meta.

I think New Dean is called Dirk.

Oops Stuart wasn't one of the co-owners because he kept getting fired for stealing D: Stuart, dude.

"And you hired Stuart back?" "he's my friend"

I think there is commentary appearing here about not just Stuart's unhealthy explosive rage, but that the people around him enable it - even Jordan fired him TWICE rather than banish him forever. The cycle of coddling him without encouraging him to change... Again, this speaks rather more of season 10 and a critique of Sam n Cas from there rather than much currently ongoing with Dean. Sam was complicit in originally abducting Kaia and he and Jody didn't move to stop Dean with Bad Kaia, so though it's in the focus as a critique on Dean's reactions, I feel like the real bad cycles were in Carver era. Though the behaviour still somewhat exists in Dabb era, the overall unhealthiness has declined so much, there isn't a constant oppresive blanket of it as there is here in this shop with Stuart being so awful to everyone and self-destructive.

(It's probably also not a coincidence that this thing has latched onto Dean as well, a la 4x06 I'd guess... Sam got no ghost vibes in the basement, Dean did, and was attacked... To me this is seeming to suggest that his current state has picked up the ghost's ire in the same way in 4x06 he was vulnerable. Loops and loops of things going on so I'll unpick that later if it does turn out to be the case clearly.)

Anyway. This seems to be more about destructive cycles and abusive dynamics, and I would hope a nudge for Dean, though his exile at the start of this episode also suggests to me he knew full well after threatening Kaia that he'd overreacted and needed to take 5, even if there was also a layer of sulking until news of Michael. Her call out was clear enough to make him self-reflect. So I would hope that this episode is here to try and steer Dean's reaction through various pathways, ideally to keep him from falling into anything too awful, as a reminder of where this may lead?

Sam sees the glass case freeze over, and pulls out the EMF, playing it off and being like "nothing... carbon monoxide detector" even as New Sam is understandably a little freaked.

Is this messing with Sam's refusal to tell Jess about monsters by having him keep the truth from New Sam until she's physically endangered?

I mean, carbon monoxide in enough quantities to make the blatantly homemade gadget go "WHEEE" and light up every single LED is a good enough reason to flee the room

"I think you're in danger -" Sam is smacked around the head by Hatchetman because he delayed too long and now he has been knocked out

"Samantha?" Sam determined not to let New Sam out-Sam him

I mean if she is you then she has been knocked out

How does this keep happening to you

how much head trauma has Cas healed over the years?

This is why they have to keep him an angel...

"Is this expensive?" "Wha - no don't!" *BOING* *silence* "yeeeah it's shatterproof glass"

If Jordan really just wants to kill Stuart for getting them a 1 star Yelp review then this also has a weird shade of 11x07 where the ghost was getting revenge and took a few attempts to kill that one guy, eventually succeeding as the clown.

Except the clown was tuned to freak Sam out

and Dean's probably gonna be thrilled to fight Hatchetman

Dean having movie night with new Dean (probably stoned but we can't see it) with comatose Stuart in the middle

incredible

2 dudes watching horror movies 5 feet apart with a comatose guy in the middle because they aren't gay

Dean is thrilled to fight Hatchetman

I feel like this can't last

Davy throws in a gratuitous Halloween moment of Hatchetman walking through the park which is just bedecked in Halloween nonsense

no one cares about him wandering around because it's Halloween

It does make you wonder just HOW much nonsense happening on Halloween really is monsters and stuff out there enjoying themselves because it's expected, which, again, like Sam n Dean dressing up as nerds for this whole episode, having monsters mixing with regular folk and being treated as equals is literally the whole Halloween thing. There's less threat than in 4x07 because we're assuming at this point in the episode that the ghost does have a pretty one-track mind about killing Stuart because with all the characterising nonsense filling the episode the actual plot has been pretty sparse considering we're getting to the final 10 minute run now. So, yeah. This Hatchetman ghost is just out there being a part of the festivities, because that's what happens on Halloween, man

LOL And like Sam not telling his double until it was too late, Dean gets this call and is really open in answering in front of new Dean, and now he's filling in New Dean on everything instead of trying to get him to leave or protect him not just from the monster but from knowing about it at all.

Davy like, hey, remember when ghosts used to do loads of freaky stuff on this show just to be scary? And maybe it seemed like you all were getting bored of it or something, but hey this guy has no idea after 14 years that he shouldn't leave the salt line when everything starts thumping in the room despite having been warned the ghost is coming...

Hehehe Dean gets an axe... The moment of him going to smash it then not and checking if it's open... Whether that was improv or not, it's a good character thing in the sense that Dean is being encouraged not to smash first and ask questions later by the meta plot of the episode

Omg New Dean is as brave as our Dean in some ways... He sees Babs in trouble, and immediately is like "HEY" and starts confronting Jordon in Hatchetman

"He's MY friend. He's OUR friend." That's an interesting take on my/our, because that statement works on both levels - both that Dirk is protective of Stuart because he cares about him, but also that Jordan has his own investment in not killing Stuart that he should remember. In terms of emotional appeal, the first is confrontational while the second is the deep appeal to the ghost.

Filed in the deep deep deep deep deep flips of the crypt scenes, this moment demonstrates about 3 different kinds of flips, while still holding true to possessing thing out of its right mind confronting loved one

Omg the hospital security guards watching the Hatchetman chase a damsel through the hospital while New Dean is chased through THEIR hospital. Talk about dramatic irony and a whole commentary on the metaness of Dabb era in the story reversals and extractions to new levels and repurposing of scenes and narratives...

And despite it playing out scene by scene, the guards are laughing at the bad dialogue and pointing out how Hatchetman is so slow, so how can he even catch them, while the damsel slows herself down and badly fakes a trip so that he can catch up to her...

"We killed you! You're dead!" "We all do bad things sometimes"

And there we get the context for the cool quote the Hatchetman model can recite - just as how in fandom often things are quoted out of context as lines which seem emotional or special but are actually awful. Just for starters, all the Sam n Dean fans using "there aint no me if there aint no you" when Dean didn't even SAY that. Now we see the context of this line, we see that while Hatchetman really isn't deep, he's at least not just saying it to sound cool and talk about himself, he's judging the protagonist for her behaviour, as well as invoking relative morality. Which brings up some interesting ideas about what Hatchetman considers good and evil, in regards to seeming to have a concept of it but not including kill himself as a good thing to do. Obviously completely wild in context but in the philosophical language of the show, the nature of monsters and all is one huge question, along with if Sam and Dean are murderers themselves, and of course how they have done bad things for good reasons and vice versa.

Also I think Sam is about to blow up the door?

"I had a messed up childhood" he says, about to blow up a vintage SCOOBY DOO lunchbox to freedom.

SAMMY. Stop destroying symbols of childhood.

At least he's talking freely to New Sam about himself, which is probably already more than he ever let on to Jess. He really wanted to pretend to be well-adjusted to her, that he probably, like, would have rather waited for a locksmith with her than just pick the door to their apartment if they were locked out, you know?

RIP Scooby Doo.

"Cool" they both say, and share a smile.

It's probably weird to ship Sam and Sam just because the shipname is Sam

Dirk went to hide in the fucking Morgue

well done

Okay I need the security guards back to comment on how the fuck Hatchetman knew New Dean would come to the morgue with enough time to beat him there AND cover himself in a sheet and play dead.

Also before that happened Dean grabbed New Dean by the correct shoulder, and made him jump but aw don't worry it's just your new best friend.

Ghost Jordan is still a fucking nerd even in death because rather than talk to them, he presses the button to summon a catchphrase

It's good to know some things never change even when you are a murderous shell of your former self.

UGH SIGH DAVY ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO DO THIS TO ME?

(The director might also be to blame)

So now they are cobbling together a fake trailer for Hatchetman, using footage from the show

That is to say, Hatchetman is set on Oct. 31st, 1983, or, of course, 2 days before Azazel ruined everything.

I'm not sure if this shot is from the show because we have so few Halloween episodes that an exterior shot with Halloween elements would have to be faked up, but the house looks very much like the old Winchester house, but with a bigger porch and more dramatic features. It does, however, strongly feature the tree branch shadows over the appropriate wall to make it look exactly like the opening shot of their story, while this is the opening shot of the Hatchetman story.

"David Jaeger was an honest man making an honest living" *generic shot of something being worked on*

*shot of the back of John Winchester's head walking into his garage in 5x13 to discover his boss out cold because Anna is about to attempt to murder him, said boss hilariously visible in the shot if you know he's there*

So. That happened :P Hatchetman is John. That ain't subtle if you recognise the back of his head in a split second. Even if you don't they're casting him as a car mechanic which is of course directly connected to Dean and John.

"Until one night when a practical joke turned deadly"

*footage of the wife spectre-rage killing her husband in the cold open of 8x06 because she was still pissed he slept with someone else on prom night*

I think the burning vehicle was the car from 10x13 that Sam and Dean burned early in the episode, where it was violently reminiscent of them burning the memory of John for some meta reason I can't remember at the time, but definitely inspired a lot of frantic fandom typing.

Of course the ghost in that episode was the classic ragey vengeance ghost which was blatantly paralleled to the path Dean was on with the Mark of Cain, complete with being crypt scened out of it by a trenchcoat-wearing widow.

They're implying he was then burned alive and left for dead and I don't recognise the footage of the burned feet but I assume they're from some episode or another.

Anyway then they go to more new footage from the "actual" hatchetman movies. This one is set on Nov. 1st so it's not even a "Halloween" movie but ACTUALLY All Saint's Day (All Hallow's Eve being what Hallowe'en is a corruption of), Nov. 1 being of course a meta nod to the fact the episode is not even airing on Halloween but Davy just really really really really wanted his halloween episode so shut up and enjoy it :P

Oh, it's All Saints Day III The Reckoning. Because of course it's a reckoning. That's all that happens in Dabb era, reckonings.

I am so upset.... I made a joke about 5x05 waaay back, and now it's true because of the whole random thing about Dean's random Axe that was John's that Paris Hilton was going to use to Reckoning him but then Sam murderered her before she could. Now Dean's being reckoned.

Okay Dean is a lil dark right now but his come at me bro of "I was hoping you'd say that" and the preceding speech is incredible. I can't believe this show has Jensen except that I CAN believe that with Jensen we go 14 seasons because FUCK he's scary and intense when he wants to be.

But he delivered that chilling speech and then had the ghost use a red button to talk to him and then was badass at it

I mean

he can put the terror into ANY situation

I am a hysterical laugher, I could not have stood where Dean stood in that moment and taken Hatchetman seriously, even under threat of mortal peril. I once nearly got expelled for hysterical laughing over an untied shoelace that started a rapidly spiralling incident.

I love the new fight guy

I love how Dean is spoiling for a fight, and really enjoying how he can push back against this ghost, in a really, really scary way. But in a cold way, not the red hot Mark of Cain way he was dark last time. He's grinning and enjoying this nerdy ass fight, but it's got a vicious streak.

I especially love the choreography of Dean smashing Hatchetman around the head with clashes in time to the music followed by an elevator ding as Sam and New Sam emerge in the next scene.

Poetic cinema

New Sam guesses the key thing for ghost attachment and Old Sam is impressed.

Careful buddy, they're lining you up for replacement.

Dean seems not to have won this fight with the Hatchetman. I bet if Stuart was awake he'd have some useful advice for how anyone could beat him in a fight but especially Stuart, if they knew the correct thing to do.

New Dean saved Old Dean! Maybe we can teamwork distract the Hatchetman and win together. Possibly this is a metaphor for... working with yourself...

Is it foreshadowing for a fight later in the season of plot significance, just like in 11x07 Sam got beat up by a clown in a cage, as a not too subtle metaphor for Lucifer? I'd love an in Dean's head kinda nonsense with Mikey.

"Dean, key chain!"

TEAMWORK BROS ARE THE BEST BROS

New Sam chips in for her part with fuel for the fire.

Everyone high five the Sam or Dean/Dirk to your left

Oh, COOL effect of a ghostly spirit burning out of a model Hatchetman, who is unscatched by the ordeal

I mean, good, he's probably a really expensive collectible

He falls over with a thud, and goes out on a warbling "time to slice and diiiiiiiii" much like "I clobber evil" died on the fire with a last gutteral noise.

Hopefully bookending each other in terms of models with representations in their voices that haunt Dean and all.

Dean, unprompted, thanks Sam for getting him out of his funk and giving him an easy ghost hunt to win. I guess what 13x05 was supposed to be is what this actually turned out to be.

(Honestly, giving Davy episodes post-drama to let us all unwind is turning out to be an extremely good idea with 13x06 as well)

I am MAJORLY concerned about the time stamp on this episode. It better end in a few seconds and go to a full 3 minute trailer for Hell Hazers III or else.

"It was awesome!" "it wasn't really," says Sam, who burst into the room in time to see his brother pinned and choking

Sam moves on to confronting Dean with the concept of not just hiding in his room when they get back.

He gives Dean the "OI, CHEER UP" talk we've all been yelling at the screen. Good. Good Sammy.

Dean turns to the camera. "I'm never going to get over it. I'm just not."

Look, Sam, just because Dean stabbed Lucifer for you, and now you are sleeping without fear, doesn't mean everyone has that luxury :P

elizabethrobertajones Oh dear, there's still 4 minutes left er I guess I keep watching .... *grimaces nervously*

mittensmorgul :D just watch it in context with the rest of the episode

elizabethrobertajones um what I didn't get far enough into what happens next to know what you mean so that's super ominous Sam is still psychoanalysing Dean in car NOW yo uhave me REALLY worried.

Hey, remember how I started this episode with a vague warning from Mittens? Why am I now getting the feeling that I still haven't watched whatever that was about?

"I'm not doing any good cooped up in my room. So whatever you need, I'm there." ("Chief"?)

"Alright, Chief?"

Oh, man. I'm turning into Dean.

Also Dean appears to have, finally, ceded power over to Sam. Again, the reversals of season 10 - Sam was put in this position of power he just was not ready to cope with and not with the stakes that were laid against him. But here, Dean might be driving the car but he's putting all the real power into Sam's hands.

elizabethrobertajones Is it why Sam hates Halloween because Dean turns out to have set an alarm on his watch to remind him to bug Sam about it again the intrigue you have spun is starting to get to me more than actually watching the episode :P

mittensmorgul oh gosh, I should've just kept my mouth shut. It was seriously just an innocent comment for a nice BM scene :P

I am more horrified about the concept of Sam telling an embarrassing story than I am about any amount of slasher and gore. Look, I can Not handle social squickiness and I love Sam and that is going to make this extremely hard to hear.

Dean's gonna love it though, I can tell.

Please. Protect. Sammy.

"It was soooo bad" he says with a haunted look of a man who has been tortured by the devil

Andrea's party got there first

"Next year, we're doing halloween right"

Oh no, don't you dare start talking like you're going to be alive and ready for a party next year, Dean Winchester. I will perish in your place to make it happen.

BAHAHA Dean coming up with matching outfits and suggests Bert and Ernie, before rejecting that one as too weird.

Yeah, you might not remember but we do

We are never going to let you live it down, in fact.

Also, listen, his mouth runs miles ahead of his brain, that was not suggestive until he realised it was and backtracked

You also can't go as Shaggy and Scooby unless you go to a party WITH them and they go as you and Sam

Thelma and Louise... Dean, stop.

Okay it's hilarious that Davy managed to get both Bert and Ernie and Thelma and Louise into this like... somewhere riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight deep down Dean's consciousness is putting things together. It doesn't remember half the shit he says, but like. Hey. Why ARE those two sets of on screen pairs connected, huh, Dean?

Oh, whatever, he's just trying to annoy Sam now

Nyoooom

IT'S THE SECURITY GUARD

RUN, MAN, RUN

Ew, I left it playing to type that and it told me to watch Legacies

Well that was the one wrong note in this whole episode so I suppose something had to happen like that :P

#Davy fanclub #14x04 #season 14 spoilers #oh my god it's good to have the internet back #my stuff

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A GUIDE TO SON CHERI’S PUBLIC & PRIVATE INFORMATION .

❪ 2013 › 2019 ❫

TW › DRUG ABUSE

˟ PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE 、

❪ BASICS ❫

information that wouldn’t be hard to dig up, probably some of the first things that pop up on google if you search her name

legal name son naeun

stagename cheri

age twenty-four ( twenty-six 、kr )

birthdate december 12, 1994

place of birth busan, south korea

company royal entertainment

group & position luxe, leader and main vocal, goddess of the moon

height & weight 169cm, 45kg

social media handles @mooncheri ❪ ig ❫ @oliji ❪ youtube ❫ @luxecheri ❪ twitter ❫

languages spoken fluently english & korean

❪ TO THE PUBLIC EYE ❫

among royal’s more famous trainees, is also one of royal’s longest-trained trainees, has a long laundry list of appearances under royal’s name and her legal name, naeun.

is best friends with eclipse’s @rkariel and @rkxblue, is close friends with eclipse’s @haseulrk whom she met on mga:1.

is best and childhood friends with nova’s @rkmiya.

is best friends with convex’s @rkjinkis and @yienrk, is childhood friends with @rkhyun and is a close friend of @kibumrk and @rkromeo, is fine acquaintances with convex’s @rkjinwook and @rkzyx.

is close friends with royal’s @rksoohyun.

she loves food, skincare and picture books.

she has a dog named, domo. he’s a white pomeranian. ( he used to featured extensively on her twitter before she moved into the dorms ; now he stays with one of her cousins )

actually knew @rkxayah before they were on royal survival together, were friends before the show.

mcdonald’s is her favorite place to eat.

❪ TRAINEE INFORMATION ❫

was a contestant on the mnet global audition: season 1, contestant #007, in the end was scouted by royal entertainment along with several other finalists during the finale, became an official trainee on january 8th, 2014.

caught in a minor scandal with fellow trainee, jung daehyun ( @/rkdaehyun ), it was quick to die.

participated as a public trainee in a royal q&a session.

auditioned and was casted on october 21, 2014 as ha sohyun in the television drama, dream high, as well as engaged in the promotion and concert.

performed as a dancer in a company performance and as a back-up singer with fellow trainee, @/rkdaehyun, for kim taewoo at sbs gayo daejun held on december 29, 2015 at the coex mall.

auditioned for a part as one of the ‘coaches’ on the mnet global audition: season 3, and was casted and revealed as royal’s sole coach during the third episode. in the final episode, team naeun finished in third place.

appeared in the samsung galaxy a7 commercials: team #be balanced.

cast as a contestant on royal survival, was placed on the minor team in the first episode. as the season progressed, she made it to the major team during the third episode and eventually, finished the show as one of the finalists slotted to debut in the new royal group, luxe.

performed ‘to my boyfriend’ and ‘be my baby’ with royal girls, and ‘santa’s coming for us’ with @rkxeve, @haseulrk, @rkness and @rkwendy at the seoul plaza festival.

❪ IDOL INFORMATION ❫

the last member of luxe to be revealed through a teaser on royal’s official youtube channel. in the teaser, it depicts a sleepy cheri trying to wake up only to fall back to sleep with an instrumental track of ’luv me’ playing in the background.

on july 30, 2018, luxe officially debuted; their album, ’luv game’ was also simultaneously released that same day.

performed at the seoul bubble festival 2018.

v-live streaming with @rkxayah.

appeared in ‘i feel good’ dance practice video.

appeared on dreaming radio with @rkyena and @rkella.

v-live streaming with luxe on halloween.

performed at the samsung jeju new year special in jeju with luxe.

made a cameo appearance on the television drama, my love from another star.

came back with with their second mini-album, ‘fantasy’; and their song ‘confused’.

appeared as a special mc on kbs music bank on the day of their first comeback.

came back with their repackaged single, ‘every night’.

˟ PRIVATE INFORMATION 、

❪ UNDER THE SURFACE ❫

information that has not been officially disclosed to the public, usually close friends or those who are around her often know this ; with light digging, though, someone can find this out.

preferred name naeun

english name olivia son

hometown manhattan, new york, usa

blood type b

actual height & weight 168cm, 45kg

languages also spoken basic conversational mandarin

instruments learned piano, guitar, bass ( with rk achievements in the first two )

education professional performing arts high school in new york, graduated as valedictorian ( due to extracurricular achievements and her julliard scholarship, not because of her gpa )

financial situation ridiculously wealthy

family daughter to retired broadway starlet and philanthropist, georgiana son ( she also used to be an actress back in the late 80′s in korea ), and lawyer, christopher son ; she is the youngest of three children ( she has an older sister, gwen, and an older brother, louis ).

she’s cousins with @rkseongmin, @rklnaeun, @/rkyura, @/rktaehyng, and @/rksungkyung.

lived in the united states, specifically new york, for ten years ( 2002 - 2012 ).

was known as royal’s camellia when she was a trainee.

had the reputation of being rather motherly towards the royal trainees but was horrible with faces and names.

was closest to @rksoohyun, @rkbyunbaek, and @rkseonho ( and @rkxnarong before she became a member of luxe ) as a trainee, and @kibumrk and @yienrk before they moved companies.

is close friends with royal’s @rkkangjoon.

after royal survival, grew closer to @rkrose.

she’s not very good at taking pictures.

is close friends with nova’s @rkhuidong, @hyunark, and @rkyngsun.

is currently roommates with @rkella back at luxe’s dorm.

designated person who wakes up late and sleeps late.

hidden talents include hand magic, fitting things into her mouth, and being extra.

was known to be one of royal’s worst dancers for a long time -- she’s gotten a lot better since 2014 but definitely is not main dancer material.

one of her notable accessories, and naeun doesn’t wear many: @rkromeo gifted her a necklace the shape of a crescent moon when he confessed to her and naeun has worn it ever since, sometimes across her neck, mostly looped around her wrist.

❪ DIG DEEPER ❫

not really skeletons in her closet but things that are extremely undisclosed to the public and things they would not know unless they’ve got cash to shell out or connections to ... connect

is the granddaughter of the owners of kmart ( a supermarket company chain modeled after hmart, lmfao ) ; part of a chaebol heritage that extended from busan to new york due to her mother’s familial influence.

back when she was in new york, she was charged with a dui when she crashed her car near central park ; her father got the records sealed.

signed an exclusive six year contract with royal entertainment for luxe, making her contract in january null as this contract signs her and exclusively binds her to luxe for six years as of july 18, 2018 ; ( end date: 2024 ).

knows trc’s @rkjxy because she dated her cousin.

country hopped after she graduated in 2012, somehow landed in australia and met @rkromeo

is a loud and proud bisexual.

was in a relationship with @/rkjiho to which she broke off rather suddenly

was in a relationship with @/rkjessica for a couple of months before they broke off, suddenly, too

was in a some / fwb relationship with @/rkolltii that broke off without a word since.

has currently in a relationship with @rkromeo for the past three years ( going on four, this year! )

was medicated during some of her trainee years and prescribed, under the influence of a company coach and by the company physician, some uppers under the pretense of exhaustion but the situation escalated and she got addicted, quite easily, but has since quit.

she has 7 piercings / has a navel piercing, right ear: one cartilage/helix piercing, a snug, and a lobe piercing; left ear: a tragus; and two lobe piercings.

used to have an apartment in dongdaemun-gu, seoul, south korea.

used to be @yienrk‘s neighbor along with @rkxblue and @/rkjinah.

a very lightweight drinker, a touchy and happy drunk, at that ; she, @/rkjinah and @rkxblue were cute drinking buddies.

has a group of friends she and @rkariel call the ‘hbc’: includes hyemin, jaewon, daewoong, and jooheon ; and their usual place of meeting was hyemin’s bakery.

her uncle, @rkhyunjoon‘s dad, died in november, 2018.

was gifted a cat by @rkseongmin for her birthday, whom she named joonjoon, but since pets aren’t allowed in the dorm, he’s being taken care of by her cousin in the meantime.

◆ MAY ADD MORE IF I REMEMBER .

#﹡체리 ❪ her ❫#*hc!#tbh .. this is long would Not read #it got long bc ... i archived Everything from 2013 to now

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nightnightuniverse · 6 years ago

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live a little; urbanct! chenle

summary: you and chenle go to the same academy. you’ve never spoken before, but you’ve been interested in him for awhile. despite the troublemaker persona everyone said he carried.

category: fluff !! (with a teeny bit of angst ig??)

word count: 2.9 k

inspired by Lisa’s ( @choerrybot ) urbanct! au !!

this is my first time posting an actual fic !! i’m really nervous but i hope you guys like it. i spent a lot of time writing this, but I’m not quite happy with how it turned out ?? I just hope you guys enjoy it :)

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Unapproachable.

That’s what Zhong Chenle was.

He was the kid that everyone knew, but never personally. Sure he was cute, but he just didn’t fit in with the rest of our posh rich kid academy. When he moved to SM City a year ago everybody wanted to hang out with the new kid- that was until they found out what kind of crowd he hung out with. They called themselves “The Dreamies,” and every time Chenle was in the halls or one of the dreamies walked him to school you could hear the whispers.

“Did you hear one of them got arrested for graffiti?”

“Those boys are bad news. My mom knows Chenle’s parents and they said that Jeno boy slashed their couch and put grease stains all over it. They ended up having to throw it out.”

“Really? I heard that one of them got kicked out of school.”

“The youngest one, Jisung I think that’s what his name is, he’s one of the biggest drug dealers in town.”

I didn’t believe any of them, but they were interesting to listen to sometimes. People had their way of twisting things out of proportion. However there had to have been some truth in all of that. Ever since Chenle starting hanging out more with these kids there was something... different about him. Physically speaking, he started dressing differently. Gone was the preppy rich boy look, having been replaced entirely with a glints of metal on his ears hidden by blonde hair, oversized hoodies, and frayed jeans. Then there was that aura of his. Still shy by nature but, there was this underlying confidence that hadn’t been there before. He seemed happier, almost.

It wasn’t very long ago that Chenle had started to catch my attention. I don’t know what it was about him. He was so different compared to everyone else here, contrasting with the other boys of the academy with his dyed hair and kind smile. I didn’t know him- not one bit, but I wanted to.

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Walking to the academy has always been boring. All of the people who attended this place thought walking to school was beneath them, showing up in their fancy top model cars or flashy limos. Except for one, he was always seen walking with his group of ‘delinquents’ as everyone else called them. They could be heard a mile away with their light-hearted laughter and loud swears. The only laughter that I really heard had to be Chenles’. The way it absolutely oozed happiness and warmth. It was a complete change from how he acted inside the walls of our academy.

For almost a year now I took the same path, and for some time, Chenle and his friends did too. Reaching the school gates I could see the crowds of students hanging around waiting for the first bell of the morning to ring. The closer I walked to the school the louder the voices from the academy got. There was a couple voices in particular that stuck out though.

“Oh my sweet baby angel is going off to school! Have a good day my tiny baby boy!”

“Hyuck, please! You can’t do this every time you drop me off.“

“I can and I will. Now go along and have fun with the snobby rich kids. Me and the other dreamies will be waiting for you when you get out !!”

Turning around I caught sight of a red-headed boy coddling someone to the point of suffocation. Pulling away from who I am assuming to be Hyuck, I was able to see that it was actually Chenle being hugged and babied. It was amusing to see him like this. Everyone thought he was some sort of criminal amongst the rich, but seeing them carelessly teasing one another, I could tell the two were far from trouble makers.

As if sensing a pair of eyes on him Chenle turned towards my direction. He looked at me with curious eyes. Staring at me for what felt like an eternity, and I held his gaze. Until the final bell rung, taking us out of our staring contest.

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The first time I noticed Chenle was a few months ago in our music class. I had been in that class for months, and yet not once did I notice him.

That day our teacher told us to just play around with the instruments in hopes of getting us to explore more. Very soon it became apparent that Chenle didn’t need to though. It began with the gentle strums of a guitar, then the melodious keys of a piano being played, a violin being fiddled with, even a flute- throughout the class I grew more and more interested in the boy who was able to play every instrument in the classroom. Everyone was impressed, but it seemed as though they remembered who he was and just brushed it off. I, however, couldn’t.

After that day I started to notice Chenle everywhere we went. The hallways, our shared classrooms, or even the fancy parties our parents would drag us too. I don’t know what it was that drew me to him. Maybe it was his bright smile, the way he carried himself, or maybe the aura of carefreeness he had whenever he hung out with his group of friends. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I was bewitched in the living mystery that was Zhong Chenle.

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It wouldn’t be until a few weeks later when I would actually interact with Chenle. It was a Saturday night like any other for people within our crowd. Overpriced clothing, smiles- although fake- still quite dazzling, and mingling to make more connections. A dream for my parents, but a complete bore for me. Hours passed by while I sat there in discomfort dreaming about the comforts the cookies I planned on eating would bring me later on. After finishing my third slice of cake, I couldn’t help but overhear a commotion coming from the patio doors behind the table reserved for my family.

Deciding I had nothing better to do I went out to see what was going on. Seconds before I opened the door I paused at the sound of someone’s voice. “ Please!!! Just let me pet you! Stop running around- wait stop!” Promptly after the door swung open and out came a white dog with Chenle in pursuit. However both failed to notice me frozen in the doorway, until said fluffball knocked me down.

With the excitement of meeting a new person, the dog greeted me with great enthusiasm. Short bursts of laughter left me as the dog gave me its affection. My heart was already racing with the attack from the adorable canine, but then I looked up to see Chenle smiling. I’ve seen his smile a countless number of times, always directed towards one of his friends, but never at me. I could feel my ears heating up and pulse quicken even more if possible.

“...is the dog yours?”

His smile softened a bit before answering. “No actually, I just found her on the patio all tied up, I felt bad so I untied her for a bit. I realized a little too late that maybe she was tied up for a reason…” He finished his sentence with a timid shake of his head.

After the small exchange between us we both put the dog back onto its leash in the small patio. Continuing to play with the dog with a comfortable silence between us. Only broken occasionally by a bark or small fits of joyful laughter. I wish it was this side of Chenle people would see. With his innocent childlike demeanor and twinkling eyes. You could easily tell he wasn’t a bad kid, if only people wouldn’t let rumours tarnish their image of him. He turned around to look at me for a moment as he broke the silence,” Hey would you maybe like to-”

His question was cut off by a sharp gasp. “Y/N L/N. You get here right this instance. Get off of the ground. What are you doing hanging around with… this boy.” I could feel the atmosphere immediately take a dive. With panicked eyes I looked back to my mother and then to Chenle. I could only manage to mouth a sorry to Chenle before I stood up slowly.

“I’m sorry, but he’s not a bad kid I swear-”

“You think I haven’t heard the stories?” There was a harsh tug on my wrist as my mother tried to pull me towards the exit. “ We’re going home right now. Don’t you dare think about interacting with this delinquent again. Do you hear me?”

With one last longing glance towards Chenle I was finally being dragged home. Only this time, I wasn’t quite as excited to go home as I was earlier in the night.

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I was nervous going to school, seeing Chenle again was, surprisingly, not high on my list of things to do right now. I cautiously walked towards my music class, hoping maybe Chenle decided not to go to school today. I felt terrible about Saturday, having my mom talk down to him and me just standing there, letting it all happen. I just wish people would stop judging him, and actually get to know him. They should see him when he’s smiling with his friends, playing with a dog, or calmly playing one of his many instruments. Maybe then the way people view him might change.

Too wrapped up in my own thoughts I couldn’t hear my name being called out. Whoever was trying to get my attention finally caught up to me with a slight bump of shoulders. I turned my head slightly only to be surprised by Chenle standing next to me. “Hey Y/N!! Could you maybe, come with me for a bit?” I didn’t expect him to speak to me after what happened, my mind went blank- the only thing i could say was,“ But we’re going to be late to class??” A small chuckle left him, “That’s the point! Now come on, live a little.” He ended his sentence with a poorly executed wink. I mean, I could at least do this for him, right?

“...okay, where are we going?”

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Leaving the school was a lot easier than I thought it would be. I was always terrified of ditching during school hours, fearing that the police would show up and arrest me or something of the sorts. A bit irrational, but the thought was still at the back of my mind. Chenle seemed like he was used to this sort of thing, walking through the front doors with confidence- not caring who saw us leave. While all I could do was look around apprehension, never having done this sort of thing before my mind jumped to conclusions.

Suddenly there was a soft nudge near my hand, and I could feel Chenles’ slender fingers wrapping around my own to try and help alleviate some of my anxiety. I looked up only to see him looking ahead with a slight blush easing its way onto his cheeks. “...I uhh hope you’re hungry, I was planning on taking you to my friends food truck.”

I couldn’t help but give him a bright smile, “ That sounds great Chenle.”

The walk towards the inner city was filled with small talk between Chenle and I. Both of us talking about our lives. He told me about how he met his best friend, Jisung, when he saw him performing. From then on Jisung introduced him to the rest of the dreamies, and the rest is history. I adored how his face light up talking about the rest of the members of his friend group, his charming yet mischievous friend Jaemin, the artist Renjun, the calmest ones of the group Mark and Jeno, and Hyuck the boy with the fiery locks who I saw mothering him that day at school.

Speaking of the said redhead, we started arriving towards Hyucks fusion food truck. Taking a peek towards the side of the vehicle I could see bright letters with the words “Ppang Pan Ppang.” On the way here Chenle had explained to me it was meant to be a play on words, ppang and pan meaning bread in Korean and Spanish. The words were placed the way the were because of a Korean song called “Bang Bang Bang.” A small burst of laughter left me as he told me about how they came about the name and how clever he thought it was. With a name like that their food had to be great!

Chenle had me sit down near the curb, saying he would get the food. Rejecting my offer to pay, saying he could get it for free from his friend with his amazing persuasion skills (his words not mine.) Fifteen minutes later Chenle came back with what looked to be like a pancake and some bread with colorful frosting on it. “Okay so this is hotteok, it’s kinda like a pancake but better! And this right here is korean sweet bread, but the icing is from a mexican dessert called a… concha??? I hope I’m pronouncing it correctly.” His little nose scrunch as he tried to pronounce the foreign word had to have been the cutest thing I’ve seen. “ That sounds amazing, I can’t wait to try it!”

We both split the desserts between the two of us and ate as we observed the people walking down the streets this time of day. Although, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering to other things. What prompted Chenle to take me out on this spontaneous adventure? Why would he be so kind to me when our past meeting ended badly? I turned to look at him as he took another bite out of the sweet bread.

“Is there something on my face? You keep staring on awful lot.”

I pointed towards his cheek, “ You’ve got a bit of the filling on your face.” With widened eyes he hurriedly wiped off his face with his sleeve. “ Okay I didn’t think there’d actually be something on my face, but you’ve obviously got something on your mind. Mind sharing a bit?” I sighed before making eye contact with him. “ It’s just- Why are you being so nice to me? My mom was nothing but rude to you last time we spoke. I don’t deserve your kindness, Chenle. I’m sorry for the way she spoke about you. I know you aren’t a terrible person, I should’ve stood up for you more than that measly attempt from the party. “ I looked down at the hotteok suddenly not feeling as hungry as I was a few minutes ago

“It’s cause you tried. Even before that, I just kinda knew that you were someone I wanted to hang out with. Just because your parents don’t like me doesn’t mean that it’s your fault. You were kind to me even when you had no reason to be. So enough of your pouting. Cause this is our first date and I want both of us to enjoy it.”

At that my ears perked up. “ Date, huh? I don’t really remember you asking me out for a date?” Chenle suddenly tensed up and started stuttering over his words. “ Well- I -uh umm wow. I mean if you’re not interested in me like that it’s fine or whatever I just hope I haven’t made things awkward now ohmygod I totally did I’m so sorr-” With a quick peck to his cheek he stopped talking and shyly hid his face in the sleeves of his sweater. “ I never said I didn’t like it.”

The sweet moment was interrupted by loud whistles and screaming from near the truck. “ I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND BUT I CALLED THE REST OF THE BOYS HERE TO COME SEE YOUR LITTLE DATE.” Yelled Hyuck. Groaning Chenle buried his face even further into his hands. “That’s it, I’m getting new friends.” A tall lanky boy with blue hair hollered a “ SHUT UP YOU LOVE US!”

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After our date, me and Chenle took the bus back to my house. The entire way he held my hand, leaving behind butterflies and a racing pulse. The bus stopped a couple blocks from my house and we walked the rest of the way up together. Instead of just leaving there, Chenle walked me all the way up to my door. “ I had a lot of fun today, thank you for dragging me out of school. I’m hoping maybe we can do this again sometime in the future?” In response he smiled with a slight nod of his head. “ Of course.” Then there was a small yet powerful voice coming from the speaker near my front door.

“Y/N!!!!! THE DIRECTOR CALLED ME I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU SKIPPED CLASS!! YOU ARE NEVER STEPPING FOOT OUT OF THIS HOUSE AGAIN. AND IS THAT THE ZHONG KID? WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT HIM!“

“ Or whenever you’re not,,, grounded ???”

With the hand closest to the door I covered the little speaker. In a small whisper I told Chenle ” ...Or I can just sneak out, gotta live a little right?” Copying him from earlier today I threw him a wink. “ See you around Chenle.”

He laughed at how his words from earlier were thrown back into conversation. “See you around Y/N.”

#nct #nct chenle #zhong chenle #nct dream #chenle #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct oneshot #chenle fluff #urbanct #urbanct scenario

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dumbledearme · 6 years ago

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chapter thirty-two—the nature of wisdom

read Child of Land and Sea here

Act IV — To Stop The Tide

Part VII — It’s not my fault if in God’s plans, He made the devil so much stronger than the man.

Luke was walking through the dark palace on top of Mount Tam. He was dressed for battle. He walked into a large courtyard where dozens of warriors and dracaenae were preparing for war. When they saw him, the demigods rose to attention. They beat their swords against their shields.

"Issss it time, my lord?" a dracaena asked.

"Soon," Luke promised. "Continue your work."

"My lord," a voice said behind him. Kelli the empousa was smiling at him. "You have a visitor," she told Luke. She stepped aside and Kampê came forward.

"You," Luke's voice sounded a little shaky. "I told you to stay on Alcatraz."

"I come to serve," she said. "Give me revenge."

"You're a jailer," Luke said. "Your job-"

"I will have them dead. No one escapes me."

Luke hesitated. "Very well," he said. "You will go with us. You may carry Ariadne's string. It is a position of great honor." Kampê hissed, turned and went pounding down the hallway. "We should have left that one in Tartarus," Luke mumbled. "She's too chaotic. Too powerful."

Kelli laughed. "You should not fear power, Luke. Use it."

"The sooner we leave, the better. I want this over with."

"Aww," Kelli sympathized. "You find it unpleasant to destroy your old camp?"

"I didn't say that."

"You're not having second thoughts about your own, ah, special part?"

Luke's face turned stony. "I know my duty."

"Good," the demon said. "Is our strike force sufficient, you think? Or will I need to call Mother Hecate for help?"

"We have more than enough," Luke said grimly. "The deal is almost complete. All I need now is to negotiate safe passage through the arena."

"Mmm," Kelli said. "That should be interesting. I would hate to see your handsome head on a spike if you fail."

"I will not fail. And you, she-demon, don't you have other matters to attend to?"

"Oh, yes," Kelli smiled. "I am bringing despair to our eavesdropping enemies. I am doing that right now." And she turned her eyes directly at Andy.

Suddenly Andy stood at the top of a stone tower. Daedalus was hunched over a worktable, wrestling with some kind of navigational instrument.

"Uncle," said a smiling boy, carrying a wooden box.

"Hello, Perdix," the old man said. "Done with your projects already?"

"Yes, uncle. They were easy!"

Daedalus scowled. "Easy? The problem of moving water uphill without a pump was easy?"

"Oh, yes. Look!" the boy dumped the box and showed the inventor some diagrams and notes. Daedalus nodded.

"I see. Not bad."

"The king loved it," the small boy said. "He said I might be ever smarter than you! But I don't believe that. I am so glad Mother sent me to study with you! I want to know everything you do."

"Yes," Daedalus muttered. "So when I die, you can take my place, eh?"

The boy's eyes widened. "Oh, no, uncle! But I've been thinking... why does a man have to die?"

The inventor scowled. "It is the way of things, lad. Everything dies but the gods."

"But why?" the boy insisted. "If you could capture the animus, the soul in another form... well, you've told me about your automatons, uncle. Bulls, eagles, dragons, horses of bronze. Why not a bronze form for a man?"

"No, my boy," Daedalus said sharply. "You are naive. Such a thing is impossible."

"I don't think so. With the use of a little magic-"

"Magic? Bah!"

"Yes, uncle! Magic and mechanics go together. With a little work, one could make a body that would look exactly human, only better. I've made some notes."

"Enough," Daedalus said.

Perdix didn't seem to notice the old man's anger. The boy walked to the edge of the tower. The wind was strong. "Is it true your son died flying, uncle? I heard you made him enormous wings, but they failed."

Daedalus' hands clenched.

The wind whipped around the boy, tugging at his clothes, making his hair ripple. "I would like to fly," he added. "I'd make my own wings that wouldn't fail. Do you think I could?"

Daedalus picked up a metal bug, his eyes red with anger. "Catch," he said. He tossed the bronze beetle toward the boy. Delighted, Perdix tried to catch it, but the throw was too long. The beetle sailed into open sky, and Perdix reached a little too far. The wind caught him.

Somehow, he managed to grab the rim of the tower. "Uncle," he screamed. "Help me!"

"Go on, Perdix," Daedalus said softly. "Make your own wings. Be quick about it."

"Uncle!" the boy cried as he lost his grip. He tumbled toward the sea. Then thunder shook the sky and Athena spoke from above – "You will pay the price for that, Daedalus."

"I have always honored you, mother," Daedalus scowled. "I've sacrificed everything to follow your way."

"Yet the boy had my blessing as well. And you have killed him. For that, you will pay."

"I've paid and paid," the old man growled. "I've lost everything. I'll suffer in the Underworld, no doubt. But-"

"You will pay forever," Athena said coldly. Suddenly, Daedalus collapsed in agony, a searing pain closed around his neck like a molten-hot-collar, cutting off his breath, making everything go black.

Andy tried her best to convince Nico to go with them, but it was no good. Every time she spoke he seemed to hate her more.

Eurytion said the boy could stay at the ranch. "I reckon you'll be looking for Daedalus' workshop now?"

Anthony's eyes lit up. "Can you help?"

Eurytion pulled a necklace from under his shirt – a smooth silver disk on a silver chain. The disk had a depression on the middle, like a thumbprint. He handed it to Anthony. "I don't know where it is. But Hephaestus would. He comes here from time to time. Studies the animals and such so he can make bronze automaton copies. Last time, I- uh, did him a favor. A little trick he wanted to play on my dad and Aphrodite. He gave me this chain in gratitude. Said if I ever needed to find him, the disk would lead me to his forges. But only once."

"And you're giving it to me?" Anthony asked.

Eurytion shrugged. "You did me a favor, son of Athena, ridding me of that jerk. Besides, I don't need to see the forges. Got enough to do here. Just press the button and you'll be on your way."

Anthony pressed the button and the disk sprang to life. It grew eight metallic legs. Anthony yelped and dropped it. The spider scrambled to the cattle guard and disappeared between the bars.

"It's not going to wait, you know," Eurytion said.

Anthony wasn't anxious to follow, but they didn't have a choice. He thanked Eurytion and they hushed into the hole, back into the maze. The spider scuttled along the tunnels fast, most of the time they couldn't even see it. But Tyson and Grover, thank the gods, could hear it.

They ran down a marble tunnel, then dashed to the left and almost fell into an abyss. They had to cross monkey bars to get to the other side. Tyson gave Grover a piggyback ride.

The tunnel opened up onto a large room. A blazing light hit them. A monster stood on a glittery dais on the opposite side of the room. She had the body of a huge lion and the head of a woman. Tyson whimpered, "Sphinx."

Anthony started forward, but the Sphinx roared. "Welcome," she announced. "Get ready to play... Answer that riddle! Pass the test, you get to advance. Fail, and I get to eat you. Who will be the contestant?" Anthony elected himself. "Welcome, Anthony Chase," the monster cried. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," he said. "Ask your riddle."

"Twenty riddles, actually."

"But back in-"

"We've raised the standards. To pass, you must show proficiency in all twenty. Isn't that great?"

Anthony glanced at Andy nervously. Andy raised her thumbs encouragingly. "Okay," he said. "I'm ready."

The Sphinx's eyes glittered with excitement. "What is the capital of Bulgaria?"

"Sofia," he said promptly, "but-"

"What is the square root of sixteen?"

"Four, but-"

"Which U.S. President signed the Emancipation Proclamation?"

"Abraham Lincoln, but-"

"How much-"

"Stop!" Anthony told her. "These aren't riddles. It's just a bunch of dumb, random facts. Riddles are supposed to make you think."

"Think?" The Sphinx frowned. "How am I supposed to test whether you can think? That's ridiculous. Now, how much force is required-"

"What happened to 'What walks on four legs in the morning'?" he asked. "That's what you used to ask."

"Exactly why I changed it. You already know the answer. Now-"

Anthony shook his head. "I refuse to answer you any further."

"Um, Tony," Grover said, "Maybe you should just, you know, finish the test."

"I'm a son of Athena," he said proudly. "This is an insult to my intelligence. I won't answer these questions."

"Why, then," the monster said calmly, "If you won't pass, you fail. I shall eat you." The Sphinx bared her claws and pounced. Tyson charged and tackled her midair and they crashed sideways. Anthony drew his knife, but Andy stepped in front of him.

"Put your cap on!"

"I can fight!"

"No!" Andy told him. "She wants you! Let us get it!" The Sphinx knocked Tyson aside and tried to charge past Andy. Grover poked her in the eye with somebody's leg bone. She screeched in pain. Anthony put on his cap and vanished.

"No fair!" the Sphinx wailed. "Cheater!" And she turned to Andy who drew Riptide, but Tyson grabbed a boulder and threw it at the Sphinx. They all dashed for the far tunnel. The Sphinx started to follow, but Grover raised his reed pipes and began to play. Roots grew from the ground and wrapped themselves around the monster's legs. They ran and ran until they could no longer hear her roars.

Eventually, they found the spider banging its tiny head on a metal door. It was oval, with metal rivets around the edges and a wheel for a doorknob. Tyson turned the wheel. As soon as the door opened, the spider scuttled inside with Tyson right behind it. The rest of them followed.

The room was enormous; like a mechanic's garage. "Well, well," a deep voice boomed. "What have we here?" Hephaestus appeared before them. His left shoulder was lower than his right. His head was misshapen and bulging. He wore a permanent scowl. "Half-bloods," he grunted. "Satyr." Then he saw Tyson. "A Cyclops! Good, good. What are you doing traveling with this lot?"

"Uh..."

"Yes, well said," Hephaestus agreed. "So, there'd better be a good reason you're disturbing me."

"Sir," Anthony said hesitantly, "we're looking for Daedalus. We thought-"

"Daedalus?" the god roared. "You want that old scoundrel? You dare to seek him out!" His beard burst into flames and his black eyes glowed.

"Uh, yes, sir, please," Anthony said.

"Humph. You're wasting your time, you know." He frowned at Tyson. "I sense you have something to say, young Cyclops. Don't be shy."

Tyson hesitated. "We met a Hundred-Handed One." Hephaestus nodded. "He was scared. He would not help us. Briares should be strong! He is older and greater than Cyclopes. But he ran away."

Hephaestus grunted. "There was a time I admired the Hundred-Handed Ones. Back in the days of the first war. But people, monsters, even gods change. You can't trust 'em. Look at my loving mother, Hera. She'll smile at your face and talk about how important family is, eh? Didn't stop her from pitching me off Mount Olympus when she saw my ugly face."

"I thought Zeus did that to you," Andy said.

"Mother likes telling that version of the story," he grumbled. "Makes her seem more likable. Blaming it all on dad. Truth is, she likes families, but a certain kind of family. Perfect ones. She took one look at me and... well, I don't fit the image, do I? No, young Cyclops. You can't trust others. You can't trust anyone. Just the work of your own hands."

Andy thought that sounded kind of lonely.

Hephaestus focused on her. "Oh, you don't agreed, do you?" he mused. "I don't expect you to, demigod. You heroes seem to think that friendship will help you go the distance. What did you come here to ask of me?"

"We just need to find Daedalus," she told him.

"He won't help you."

"Why not?"

Hephaestus shrugged. "Some of us get thrown off mountainsides. Some of us... the way we learn not to trust people is ever more painful. It isn't wise to go looking, girl."

"My mother says looking is the nature of wisdom," Anthony said.

Hephaestus narrowed his eyes. "Athena is a fine goddess. A shame she pledged never to marry. All right, half-blood. But there is a price for what you ask."

"Name it."

Hephaestus laughed. "Oh, you heroes. Always making rash promises. All the better. I need you to go to Mount St. Helens. That is where the monster Typhon is trapped. He's restless with the Titan rebellion. Always a chance he'll escape. Lately, I've sense intruders in my mountain. Someone or something is using my forges. Then sense my presence when I go there to check and vanish. Something... ancient is there. Evil. I want you to know who dares invade my territory, and if they mean to loose Typhon."

"You just want us to find out who it is?"

"Aye," Hephaestus said. "Go there. They may not sense you coming. Find out what you can. Report back to me, and I will tell you what you need to know about Daedalus."

The spider led the way. When they reached a tunnel with tree roots however, Grover stopped dead in his tracks. He stared open-mouthed into the dark tunnel. "This is the way," he muttered in awe. "This is it."

"You mean... to Pan?" Andy asked.

Grover looked at Tyson. "Don't you smell it?"

"Dirt," Tyson confirmed. "And plants."

"Yes! This is the way! I'm sure of it!"

"Well," said Anthony, "we'll come back on our way to Hephaestus."

"The tunnel will be gone then," Grover said. "I have to follow it. A door like this won't stay open."

"But we can't-"

"I have to, Tony."

The two of them faced each other.

"We'll split up," Andy decided.

"No!" Anthony said. "That's way too dangerous. How will we even find each other again? And Grover can't go alone!"

"I will go with him," Tyson said. "Goat boy needs help. I am not like Hephaestus. I trust friends."

Andy had never been so proud.

"We will find each other again," Grover told Anthony. "Andy and I still have the empathy link."

Anthony nodded reluctantly. "Be careful," he said. He seemed so miserable, like he cursed the day he'd walked into this maze. He turned his back to his friends and followed the spider without another word.

Grover and Tyson went the other way, disappearing into the tunnel of tree roots.

"We will find them," Andy said, trying to keep up with Anthony's strides. He didn't say anything. He took her hand, as if to make sure he still had her there, and pulled her into the darkness.

#andromeda #andy jackson #fem percy jackson #fanfic #genderbend #dfcrosas #child of land and sea #to stop the tide #anthony chase

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vandnana · 4 years ago

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Loving You Is Easy

Part Three

Chanyeol wasn’t wrong about it being cold that night. Once we stepped out of the shop, the frigidness in the air slapped us across the face, sending chills down both of our spines. I admitted to myself that I would have frozen in my coat alone, and I held a silent thankfulness toward Chanyeol.

We walked side by side with our hands in our pockets, our warmth circling each other. I asked where we were going, but he maintained that the element of surprise was necessary for our little trip. The silence between us became comfortably familiar as we made our way to the subway station a couple of blocks from the shop. I breathed the night air deeply like it was my first real breath, and my eyes found their way to Chanyeol. I looked up at him, seeing him as he was since we met. I had too many expectations that were warped by the people who failed me, but he shattered every single one of them. I was still trying to figure him out, but one thing was certain. He was kind. Kind in a way that made you forget about everything that ever happened to you. Somewhere in between my stare, I started to smile and almost as if he sensed it, he looked at me too, smiling.

When we finally entered the station, it was still bustling with people, rushing to get home, to get to their next job, to go meet a friend. Rushing somewhere. But, Chanyeol wasn’t among them. Amidst the many people that bristly walked past us, he maintained a regular pace that would have normally annoyed New Yorkers. Oddly enough though, they moved out of the way for him. I kept my eyes on him out of mesmerization and fear of getting harshly brushed away by the crowd. Of course, he took notice, grabbing my hand tightly.

We got on the Express Q Train toward Downtown and Brooklyn, which was bursting at the seams with businessmen, the occasional pregnant woman, bikers who took up most of the aisle space, and other unassuming individuals. Chanyeol resorted to holding onto the metal overhead bar for support, but he kept his other hand firmly intertwined with mine. I followed suit, putting my hand on the bar too, just in time before the train abruptly started up again, threatening everyone’s stationary positions.

I looked around for a moment at the bodies huddled together in the subway car, and found nothing that prompted attention. The hum of the train was the most audible noise in the subway car amongst the slight shuffling and conversations. I glued my eyes to my feet not knowing where else to look, Chanyeol’s chest barely inches from my face. I felt comfortable enough to let go of Chanyeol’s hand as I kept myself steady against the train’s movements.

“Hey. Why’d you do that?” Chanyeol brightly asked, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth in a slightly upturned smile.

I widened my eyes in stark confusion at his question. “What do you mean?”

“Why’d you let go of my hand?” He clarified in mock offense.

“I mean, I’m holding the bar and so are you. That’s why I let go.” I explained plainly, knowing he was joking, but I wanted to see what he would do.

“Since when was I holding the bar?” Chanyeol questioned playfully, taking his one hand off of the bar and crossing his arms.

I let out a muted laugh out of the courtesy of everyone around us and smiled at him, “Please just hold onto it before you lose your balance and knock out everyone here.”

“No, I’d rather hold your hand.” Chanyeol slyly shot back with a suggestive silveriness in his voice.

“Okay fine, but hold onto the bar too.” I surrendered. He complied, taking one of my hands into his, then putting his other hand back on the bar. But of course, Chanyeol always surprised me. Instead of putting his hand on the actual bar, he draped it over mine, smiling at me with his teeth.

He knew what he was doing back then, but I was still clueless. I took it as him just being his playful self, not knowing the line between mere kindness and blatant flirting, the line between affectionate friendship and suggestive endearment. I grinned back at him, feeling that we were becoming better friends through an intimacy I had never shared with anyone before.

We were comfortable standing, even when more seats emptied as we went from stop to stop. Chanyeol filled potential silence with stories. He told me about his first time on the subway and his first taste of real American food. He told me about his group of friends that lived with him back upstate, and how he couldn’t wait for me to meet them one day. He told me about his love for music and how he played so many instruments. We could have stayed there forever, just talking.

We went on talking until the halt of the train and the voice of the subway operator interrupted Chanyeol’s story about his 8th grade guitar contest victory.

“We’ve arrived at Coney Island - Stillwell Avenue Station. This is the last stop down!”

Once the doors opened, Chanyeol basically flung us out in excitement. Still holding tightly onto my hand, he ran up the stairs, out of the station, and into the familiar, cold breeze we were met with when we first stepped out of the shop.

“Here we are! We can do pretty much anything you want. We can eat. We can ride the rides. We could even go to the beach too or we can just walk around and talk.” He exclaimed, leading me into a park showered in the widest array of bright lights, its entranceway greeting us with bright big letters: Luna Park.

I took in the surroundings, admiring the joyful manifestation of the food carts, carnival games, and rollercoasters. I was overwhelmed because Chanyeol gave me options. I wanted to go along with what he wanted to do, but I wanted to actually do something I wanted, even though I didn’t know what that was yet. Chanyeol was more than okay with me exploring my options, suggesting things he liked to do, but not forcing anything.

“How long has it been since you last came here?” I asked as we passed booth after booth of games that were all notoriously rigged, but still fun to play regardless.

‘Hmm I think the last time I came here was with one of my best friends, Sehun. We went over the summer in like early June, I think? We didn’t stay too long though because we rode the Cyclone after eating chili dogs. I don’t think I need to explain what happened next.” Chanyeol reminisced, laughing at the memory.

I laughed with him, wondering how someone could be so engulfed in a moment that they risk their entire stomach. But I wanted that feeling though, or at least the exhilaration.

“Can we ride the Cyclone?” I asked, looking up at him with a mixed sincerity. I had never ridden a roller coaster before, and it was like my mouth was confused with what my brain wanted it to say.

“Yes! You’re going to love it! And it’s been a while since we ate, so we’ll be good.” Chanyeol beamed. I appreciated that he didn’t question my decision or asked if I was sure. I knew he sensed that apprehension beneath my eagerness, but it didn’t bother him.

Chanyeol bought our tickets, which I didn’t protest to because I resolved that I would buy our food later, if we wanted it. We waited in line anticipating our turn, more and more people lining up behind us.

“I say that we try to ride at the very front or the very back. The middle is okay, but those spots are the best because you get to see everything if you’re in the front or you get more airtime on the bumps when you’re in the back. It’s great either way.” Chanyeol explained, pointing at the ride.

“Ahh I see, cause if you’re in the back, you go faster because the acceleration from the first car launches the rest of the cars, so by the time the last car goes over the bumps, the force is already so much that you basically get hurled over the tracks.” I described, motioning the actions with my hands.

Chanyeol blinked at me with his lips parted, then shook his head, realizing his expression. “That-That was-that was- I-I would have never guessed that was the reason. Where did you learn that?” He stuttered, leaning down to look at me, his face fixed in pure bafflement.

I wanted to put both of my hands in my pocket shyly, but my left hand was still embracing his. So, I put my right hand in my pocket and looked at my feet. “I just remembered learning about this stuff from my physics class. It was a pretty fun class. It would have been more fun if we rode roller coasters for labs though.”

Chanyeol let out a hearty laugh, returning to his normal position. “I didn’t take physics in high school, so I’m really amazed right now by you. When did you take it?”

“I took it as a senior, so that’s why I remember it. I graduated back in June, probably around the same time you were throwing up your chili dog.” I replied lightheartedly. His mouth widened in fake hurt.

“Hey, hey I’m just kidding Chanyeol.” I assured, trying to stifle my laughter.

“I couldn’t help it! I was hungry and there was-,” he paused to stop himself from laughing,” there was no line here for some reason!” He defended, starting out passionately but melting into the laughter he tried to hold back.

The excitement of the night finally caught up with me as our laughter intoxicated the air. Chanyeol exuded radiant confidence that made anyone want to listen to him. For the time that I was with him, there was never a boring moment, even when we weren’t talking. I had learned more about him that single day, than any of the friends I had growing up, all of whom never bothered to check up on me. I listened to him talk most of the night, but I never felt like I couldn’t interject with my own stories. I was comfortable with our dynamic, and as the night grew darker, I allowed myself to just be with no regard for reserve.

“Wooo, I hope I throw up after this.” I murmured happily, which instantly made Chanyeol burst into another fit of laughter. He questioned my motives in between exasperated breaths.

“It’ll add to the experience! And I’ll know how you felt that one day.” I gleamed, bouncing to shake the cold off of my shoulders.

After so long, Chanyeol let go of my hand, the coolness of the air quickly taking harbor onto my palm. We moved up in line, and Chanyeol stayed behind me to wrap his arms around my shoulders. The ice in the air hissed at me as I was consumed by Chanyeol’s perfect warmth. I had never been held like that before, and although I thought I would feel uncomfortable, I was at ease. Time became an illusion. Everything for us really did happen out of order, but there was no fine line to the budding relationship. I began to think of him as an invaluable friend, a protector, someone I had never had in my life. It felt like I had known him forever, not one day. And that was why I sunk into his arms.

But Chanyeol, he knew he liked me from the start. He knew he wanted to be with me and he never failed to make it known. He caught on to my cluelessness fast, but it never frustrated him. He understood what I needed when I needed it, and somehow in his heart, he knew I liked him too, even when I didn’t know.

Finally, we reached the front of the line and we were lucky enough to get the back seats. The operator issued his safety warnings and buckled everyone in, pulling taut on the seat belts to make sure everyone was secure.

The ride began slowly, ascending us on a steep hill that would lead into a dramatic drop.

“I doubt you’ll want to but you can hold my hand.” Chanyeol reassured.

“Well, you can hold my hand if you want to.” I teased. He scowled playfully.

We inched closer to the top awaiting the big drop, and just as I had said, the car whipped us forward, making us slightly elevate off of our seats. We joined in on everyone’s screaming during the many dips and bumps, and before we knew it, the ride was over.

We pouted when it was over, but the adrenaline in our veins kept us high in spirit. It was the rush I needed.

The temperature dropped as the night ripened, but we hardly noticed as we got off the ride, our limbs still tingling in memory of it. Aimlessly we walked around the rest of the park with the coziness of epinephrine taking hold of our bodies. Chanyeol reminded me that he wanted to do whatever I wanted to do, and I felt reassured in my choices after the ride.

Simply wandering was enjoyable enough but there was so much fun littered throughout the park that I had to find something. There were so many memories to create. I observed the possibilities looking over at all those rigged booths, the food carts selling huge turkey legs, vendors urging me to try to a fried oreo, but only one thing caught my eye.

Squeezed between a purple and pink striped booth for balloon popping and a blue-green booth with a huge prize wheel was a small claw machine. The claw machine itself wasn’t anything special; it was the seemingly exhausted park employee filling it up with more stuffed animals. He looked too bothered to properly ruin the chances of anyone winning as he haphazardly threw them in. Once the bag of stuffed animals was empty, he slammed the glass closed and locked it. If he had been more sapped, he probably wouldn’t have done that either.

I grabbed ahold of Chanyeol’s sleeve as I led him to the claw machine, once empty, but now resembling a bursting tub of popcorn. Even Chanyeol felt misdirected as I passed the two perfectly lively booths, but he saw the undeniable certainty of our victory when he looked at the pile of stuffed animals just waiting to be swooped by us. I pulled him further until we were in front of the machine.

“This guy threw these all in just now, so we can definitely get something.” I beamed, looking into the glass to see which one I wanted.

“This is a total jackpot. I’m gonna get change for us real quick. Be back in a second!” Chanyeol chimed, walking off to find someone who could change out his money.

He didn’t take long, running back to my side after a few minutes with a roll of quarters.

“The guy at the balloon popping booth had seven million of these rolls, but we’re gonna get these all on the first try so I only got one.” Chanyeol bragged nonchalantly, opening the roll and giving me a handful. He put the rest of them in his pocket.

I moved to the side, motioning for him to go first, but he shook his head, moving me back to the front of the machine and putting my hand on its joystick. He stood comfortably behind me, looking over my shoulder to see me play. I looked back at him with a raised eyebrow, still not used to his thoughtfulness.

“I need to warm my hands up.” I relayed, lifting them up for him to see, then quickly stuffing them into my pockets. I hoped he would just concede and play first. But of course, he never did what I expected him to.

Still looking over my shoulder, he took my right hand out of the hoodie and placed it back on the joystick, keeping his hand over mine. My gaze found its way from the stuffed animals to him as he leaned down to reach the coin slot. I watched him as he put the quarter into the machine, and slowly straightened halfway to meet my gaze. The way he looked at me snuffed the cutting frigidness of the breeze, returning the magic that made a habit of circling us. The light illuminated a sudden flush in his face, but he seemingly embraced it as the corners of his mouth turned upward and his cheeks lifted in response.

I looked back at the machine, suddenly shy. “We should start playing before the timer runs out.” I beamed, trying to figure out which one I wanted to get.

“Oh. Right. Just hover over it and then wait for the claw to stop moving to press the button.” Chanyeol directed, biting the corner of his lip in new concentration.

I swiftly weighed the many options I had. There were happy puppies, laughing dragons, smiling kittens, but the one plushie that caught my eye was a blue penguin. Even though her beak didn’t show a smile, her eyes formed rainbows, and you could tell she was happy.

I followed Chanyeol’s directions, my heart racing as the claw picked the penguin up. Even though I knew the possibilities of winning were extremely high, I was still filled with anxiety. Despite that anxiousness, the claw successfully made it’s way to the hole, dropping it. Chanyeol straightened himself behind me then let out a loud whoop in excitement, taking his hand off of mine to clap for me.

I laughed at his extreme reaction, then leaned down to grab it through the slot. Observing its plushiness, I gently squeezed it, innocently happy at my victory. I turned around to face Chanyeol and placed it in his hands.

“Here. It’s for you.”

“But you won it, you should keep it.” He urged.

I shrugged at his logic. “Just because I won it, doesn’t mean I have to keep it. I won it, but I want you to have it.”

Chanyeol looked at me and back at the plushie, his lips happily pressed together. He giggled to himself as he admired the plushie in his hand.

“You know,” he paused to hold up the penguin next to my face,” you kind of look like this plushie when you smile.”

As if he cued it, a wide grin formed on my face hearing his comment. I rolled my eyes, acting like he annoyed me, but he knew that was far from true. He hugged the plushie tightly in gratefulness, then turned me around so we could play again. I put another quarter in as Chanyeol grabbed the joystick, pondering what to win. He comfortably rested his chin on my shoulder, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as a sign of utter concentration. He kept his hand steady, calculating the perfect move. The way we were was comfortable, but one thing unnerved me.

I had my hands buried deep in my pockets, while Chanyeol’s sat vulnerable to the chilly night. It made me uncomfortable to see his hand bare like that, and before my brain could protest, the discomfort in my heart caused me to find solace in his hand. Instantly, the concentration he held was severed by the murmur in his heart once my hand found its place over his. He lifted his head off of my shoulder and something in his eyes changed. Up until then, his eyes remained vivaciously animated, but in that moment his eyes relaxed. The light from the machine casted a shadow on his face, and while it would have darkened the features of any other person, Chanyeol glowed, his dusky eyes brightly twinkling at me.

In that moment, his confident resolve melted as he looked back at me. The entire night was filled with advances he initiated, so while the butterflies he constantly felt around me were there, they fluttered uncontrollably when I chose to put my hand over his. The feeling grew and grew as my eyes bore into him, not out of lust or love, but admiration and appreciation, and it grew as he realized it was the same hand that I put the band-aid on.

Everything that was happening in his head and in his heart were completely unknown to me. All I knew was that I wanted to show him affection because he gave it to me without a second thought. I wasn’t sure enough of myself to believe that everything he was doing, everything he was thinking, everything in his heart, was because he felt himself starting to love me.

“Chanyeol.” I called out to him, noticing his sudden daze.

“Yeah?” His voice was absent of normal guttural fluctuation, an inner tone coming out that resembled the gentleness of a cooing dove.

The abrupt softness in his voice gave me a spontaneous genesis of goosebumps, dissipating as my shoulders instinctively shook them out. My heart knew the sudden effect his voice had on me, but Chanyeol’s mistook my reaction as a shiver from the cold, impelling him to wrap the hand not held by mine over my chest. My heart felt full somehow, and the goosebumps my mind wanted to get rid of found their way back to me. I let myself feel them this time.

“Nothing-just-you were spacing out.” I uttered, blinking at him shyly.

“Oh.” He simply replied, clearing his throat, then continuing, “The claw machine must’ve won then.”

I darted my eyes to the machine, it’s claw hovering over the slot. I looked down to find that Chanyeol did end up winning something.

“Looks like the claw machine lost.” I smiled, taking my hand off of his to point to the plushie waiting for him.

Chanyeol let out a happy hum as he realized his victory, his eyes widening to their normal state. I broke away from his grasp to get the prize, opening the slot to reveal a black-and-white striped kitten.

“Hey you know,” I began, holding the plushie next to his face, “you kind of look like this plushie when you smile.”

He handed me my penguin then grabbed the plushie out of my hand to inspect if there was any merit in my words. His eyebrows gravitated toward each other as he realized I was right. The kitten undeniably emulated his bright cheerfulness, its eyes even matching the fullness of Chanyeol’s.

“Yeah...this is definitely a little Yeol, but I’m cuter don’t you think?” He asked playfully.

“No, little Yeol is definitely cuter, and so is little Junie.” I disagreed, handing him back my penguin.

He took her from my hands and thrusted the kitten into mine. “You can keep little Yeol then if you think he’s so cute.” He pouted sadly.

“You can keep little Junie if you think she’s so cute.” I said in mock retaliation, matching his pout.

“Come on, you know I could never say that this little penguin is cuter than you.”

I rolled my eyes, not believing him. “Why are we so weird? We live together. It doesn’t matter who keeps who.” I analyzed, the triviality of our playful argument becoming more acknowledgeable.

Chanyeol looked up in contemplation over my words, “You’re right, but there’s something special about knowing that something is yours.”

“It’s not a feeling I’m used to.” I admitted, smiling at the little kitten.

Chanyeol noticed the manifestation of his words as I admired the plushie resembling him.

“Okay. It’s settled then,” Chanyeol lapsed, seeing an opportunity to flaunt his heart.

I raised my eyebrows in anticipation of his words, watching a lopsided smile form on his face, the twinkling in his eyes regained before he continued.

“Little Yeol is yours and Little Junie is mine.”

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universalenglishculturebytuti · 7 years ago

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Chile

Three important traditions:

The 18th of September

There is one tradition that is celebrated all across Chile, which is the 18th of September. But this is not just this one day, in Chile, we call the whole week the 18th, from the 17th to the 19th (from the 17th to 21st in the Fourth Region) and every single person has to hang the national flag in a visible spot of their houses. Everyone eats barbeques that consist of various types of meats and sausages, and we eat even more empanadas.

In the Fouth Region of Coquimbo, we have as an unskippable holiday the 20th of September, because in 1810 news traveled slow, and the news about the independence negotiations got to La Serena, in that times the second official city after Santiago got here with a two days delay.

Also, people dance the traditional Chilean dance “La Cueca”:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l371_0KNjbo

In the fourth region of Coquimbo, we celebrate the biggest party of the whole country, the “Pampilla de Coquimbo” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bYGV2BvDAUE

We Tripantu:

We Tripantu, means "The new sunrise"

In the Mapuche culture, the word is the "monument", an expression of a deeper awareness of the Human Spirit, of the dialogue with the heart to guide the link with Mother Earth.

The Mapuches gave name to everything existing on earth and to the observable in the physical, sociological and philosophical universe. Coincident with many civilizations or influenced by them on Earth, of Küyen the Moon and Antü the Sun. The Mapuche calendar marks the new year at the winter solstice (between June 18 and 24), in the southern hemisphere.

In general, the communities are preparing to receive it on the night of June 23, families gather bringing the food they will share. When the sun rises, it is said Akui We Tripantu (the new year arrived) or Wiñoi Tripantu (returns the departure of the sun) with the dawn of June 24th, another cycle of life begins in the Mapuche world and in Mother Earth. It is the beginning of a new cycle of production, of conversation with the Earth. It is the date, which is the longest night of the year and the beginning of the most intense rains that prepare nature to welcome and promote the wonderful growth of new life. At dawn, still under Wüñelfe, the morning star, with a stick, hits the trunks of the fruit trees to awaken the sap. Then, playing musical instruments: trutruka, lolkiñ, kullkull, trompe and kaskawilla, to express the joy for the arrival of the New Year, children, young people, adults and the elderly come to the estuary, the nearest slope to take a bath in the warm and purifying waters of We Tripantü. Then, turned towards the East where Ngnechen (the Great Creator) lives, Llellipun are made (they beg for things).

In the course of the morning each one gives himself the time to go for a walk in the countryside to meet and converse with nature. Preferably on this date the katan (piercing ceremony of the ears of girls to put chaway (hoops), and in which maternal grandmother gives his name to his granddaughter, the misawün (two people to remember and strengthen their friendship they eat in the same plate), and the akutun, ceremony in which the paternal grandfather gives his name to his grandson.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfhWj9C1I5I&t=25s

Grape Harvest Festival

The prestige of Chilean wine is celebrated in a special way in the central zone. Preparations begin with the arrival of summer, and the festivities culminate during the final weeks of March. The Grape Harvest Festival of the city of Curicó is probably the most impressive of all. A religious ceremony blesses the first batch of pulped grapes, followed by a parade. The Grape Harvest also chooses a Queen, who is weighed on a balance against bottles of wine while a contest is held between grape stompers. Each competing team stomps 20 kg of grapes for ten minutes, until the fruit is converted into juice. Applause and shouts of encouragement follow the stompers’ energetic progress as they compete to crush all the grapes and produce the largest quantity of juice they can.

Grape stomping: https://youtu.be/mHbebA63IO4

Three main customs:

The Rise of The National Flag:

In the month of September from the 15th to the 20th or 23rd in Coquimbo, the national flag is hoisted in public places and private houses, which must be done correctly, if done horizontally, it is hoisted on its usual position, with the star up to the left, if done vertically the star should be towards the left even if the front face is on the back, all from the perspective looking from the street. If it is hoisted in the government palace, or in the presence of the President, the flag must carry the shield in the center (Presidential Flag). It is obligatory to hoist the flag during the 18th and 19th, maybe the 20th for the fourth region. And in the 21st of May, though it is not obligatory that day.

Carreras a la Chilena or Chilean Style Races:

These are speed competitions on a horse in a natural terrain. The riders ride without saddles, without stirrups, without spurs, maybe with a piece of sheep fur or a piece of sponge to reduce impact and only grabbed by the horse's mane or to a simple and rustic muzzle. The rider who arrives first at the finish line wins.

In some cases, people will bet on their favorite horses. (This part is illegal, but we don’t care!)

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qp5NjIEzV_w&t=16s

The Chinchineros:

This are men who carry a Drum as if where a backpack, they also attach a pair of cymbals on top of it and play it with one foot using a string, these men can play this drum whilst spinning like a tornado, and they never fall! They dance play the drum and dance at the same time, so the melody is conducted by their dance. AND! they can pass their free foot between the space left between the string and their foot after twirling and they will not get caught in it! it is rather impressive!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-u8GfXLvYSo

Main religious ritual manifestations of the country. (Sacred places, dances, religious songs, hymns or prayers):

La Tirana: This counts as sacred pace, it is a display of religious beliefs and songs and it includes dances.

La Fiesta de La Tirana

La Tirana is a small town in the northern Tarapaca Region, near the city of Iquique. But its annual festival, Fiesta de la Tirana, has acquired an importance that spreads far beyond itself. It has become Chile’s most celebrated festival, visited by both local pilgrims and tourists. On June 12 to 17 each year, dancers and musicians enact the diablada, the ‘dance of the devils’, a carnivalesque dance for exorcising demons. The dance troupe, wearing fearsome costumes and masks, move to the rhythm of drums and flutes, with the leader of the troupe setting the pace with toots on a whistle. The festival demonstrates a synthesis between local indigenous religions and Catholicism, also paying homage to the Virgen Del Carmen, or ‘Our Lady of Mount Carmel’. Descendants of the Atacameño, Kunza, Aymara and other indigenous peoples arrive at the Virgin’s sanctuary in processions, making promises in exchange for blessings. Masses are said in the church while in the surrounding area there are stalls with handicrafts and food and dancing throughout the day.

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

Very similar to La Tirana,

La Fiesta de La Virgen de Andacollo or The Festival of the Virgen of Andacollo

Is celebrated in the northern town of Andacollo, is a popular religious festival celebrating copper, Chile’s greatest natural resource. Andacollo was a settlement of Molle people, who are related to the Incas and developed agriculture and exploited the copper resources. In their native language of Quechua, ‘anta’ means copper, and ‘coya’ means monarch, and the Virgen of Andacollo is thus known as the Queen of Copper. The festival, held each year on 24th – 26th December, is one of the most widely-attended religious festivals in Chile, with Chinese dances and pledges to the Virgin. Chilean and foreign tourists are habitual visitors and participants.

In this celebration, the Virgen is taken from the old church to the new church in a procession, she is carried by hand and followed by the dancing groups and the people who throw flower petals to honor her.

The procession of the Virgen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PAKxVWQRIg

Family, civic and cultural rites within the community:

Family and cultural rite:

Trilla, an almost dying tradition from the countrysides of Chile.

The Trillas used to be a common event between the farmers of the countrysides of Chile, where the owner of a house would gather their wheat harvest in their “Eras” (pieces of land shaped like a circle and surrounded with chicken wire that where prepared for this event, by wetting the ground and making their goats walk in this Eras so they would leave holes in the ground, and then they would wait until its dry to bring in the wheat).

(Satelite capture of an Era, see that giant circle? those were not aliens, it was a countryman with help of friend and family)

Then, in this Eras they would gather horses, from the owner of the house and other participants (or guest, though everyone who assists to a Trilla must help with something), and make the horses run in circles on top the wheat so the grains of getting separated from the straw. In the middle, there would be men spreading the wheat so everything is evenly stepped on. These events would be accompanied by dancing and feasts given by the harvest owner and made by their wife with the help of the other female guests. There would be a couple of goats sacrificed in order to feed the guests and participants. The whole process lasts only a day, but the party takes all night. Then, the next days when the wind is strong, the harvest owner will go to his Era, and with a pitchfork they will throw the wheath into the air, so the wind takes away the lightweight stuff, the loose grains will fall to the ground next to the man, and the straw and unwanted materials will fly away with the wind.

Here is a video I took from one of my grandfather’s Trilla. (The more traditional ancient way) https://www.instagram.com/p/BBgWNg2nbHg/?taken-by=miilenenestarkrogers

Here’s a video of a more modern style Trilla (public one) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mWjZvy1ZeU

Five generalized beliefs (religious and/or profane):

Never wear a ring on your ring finger if you are single

In Chile, it is believed that if you wear a ring on your left ring finger whilst you are still single, you will never get married

Balling up the yarn

It is said in Chile, that if a young woman or girl is balling up some yarn and the ball comes up too tight, she will marry a hardworking man in the future. In the contrary, if the ball comes up too loose, she will marry a lazy man.

Itchy hands?

In Chile, we believe that if the palm of your left-hand itches you will receive money, but if the itch is in your right-hand palm you will be greeted soon.

Have a horseshoe in your door

In most houses in the Chilean countryside, there is a horseshoe hanging over the entrance door and with its ends up. There are those who use this element as a symbol of fortune and to ward off bad vibes. The origin of this superstition has to do much more with this last point. Dunstan was the archbishop of Canterbury in 959. Legend has it that before becoming an ecclesiastical authority, he worked as a blacksmith, an opportunity in which a suspicious-looking, hoofed creature asked him to put on horseshoes. At that time he realized that this entity was the devil, so he gave strong blows to the nails that were placed to hold the horseshoe, action with which he caused enormous pain and the prayers of the devil. After this episode, he ordered him not to return anymore, as well as not to enter houses that had a horseshoe on their doors.

Wear Yellow

In new year’s eve, wear yellow underwear if you want to be lucky all year long of the year coming.

Moral norms:

In Chile we are not the most moral country of them all... We usually make fun of the lack of morality of the country...

So I would say things like

Do not say “no” in Chile. Chileans dislike saying “no,” particularly in business dealings.

Do not be offended by Chileans asking personal questions. Be willing to devote a fair amount of time talking about family, friends and your background.

Do not go empty-handed to anyone’s home. Gift-giving is a popular custom in all of Latin America, gifts for children are greatly appreciated.

When invited to a house do not sit until told where to sit or ask if you can sit.

Do not begin eating until the hostess invites everyone to start. Do not begin drinking until a toast has been made.

Do not get upset if you’re called a “gringo”. Chileans tend to call all non-Spanish speaker foreigners that.

Two traditional stories from the country:

(Could not find videos that actually explained the stories in English so I will put some illustrations)

The Pincoya:

Naked and pure, she personifies the fertility of marine species. Through her ritual dance, she provides the chilote (resident of Chiloé) with an abundance or deficiency of fish and seafood. If she performs her dance facing the sea, it means that these shores will have an abundance of fish. When she dances facing the mountains, her back to the sea, seafood will be scarce. Chiloean mythology is appreciative of the Pincoya, believed to be good, beautiful and humanitarian. According to other legends, Pincoya is the daughter of Millalobo (king of the sea, in chilote mythology) and the human Huenchula. Her sister is the Sirena chilota (a type of Mermaid) and her brother is Pincoy (who also is her husband) who has a sea lion body with literal golden fur and a long golden-blond mane and a beautiful human face. The three siblings lead and guide the drowned sailors onto a large phantom ship, the Caleuche, sailing the seas at night around the southern island of Chiloé in southern Chile. The ship appears briefly intact with sounds of a party on board but quickly vanishes. Myth has it that, once on board, the dead can resume an existence as if they were alive again.

(The Pincoya by MinSheep)

The Caleuche:

According to Chilean legend, the Caleuche is a large ghost ship sailing the seas around Chiloé (a small island off the coast of Chile) at night. The Caleuche is said to be a being who is conscious and sentient. The ship appears as a beautiful and bright white sailing ship, with 3 masts of 5 sails each, always full of lights and with the sounds of a party on board, but quickly disappears again, leaving no evidence of its presence. The ghost ship is also known to be able to navigate underwater, just like another well-known ghost ship, the Flying Dutchman.

A similar version of the legend is that the mythical ship appears in the sea of the Chiloé Archipelago where it captivates fishermen and sailors with its enchanting music to enslave them as part of their crew for eternity. These slaves are defined as eternally having a leg folded over their back, similar to the Imbunche of Chilote mythology.

I remember hearing that if you see only the masts or sails of the Caleuche, you will die soon because it was not looking for you, but it can’t leave witnesses of its passing so the ship must kill you or take you with her.

#Chile #Chilean traditional culture #caleuche #pincoya #traditions #universal english culture by tuti

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joshpup · 7 years ago

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Svt on the 4th of July

Okay

Lets just say svt is in the grand old USA

*que shua saying the pledge of allegiance with and eagle screeching in the background*

But wait

There’s more

its…THE 4TH OF JULY

Idk how it is over in the west coast

But here in the east coast

The 4th is wild

Trying to figure out if what you are hearing is gunshots or fireworks at night

Which mind you

In my state

Both are illegal

MERICAAAAAAAAA

Back to svt

Our boy shua takes the lead

Like the few times vernon did experience it

He was probably to little to remember

So in this case

Shua takes the lead

So let the fun begin

Im sure every member has hear a bit about the events that occur during the 4th

But now that they are going to get the full experience

Buckle up your seat belts because this is gonna be a wild ride

Also im going to be basing this entirely off what ive experienced

So probably not what shua actually experienced

But either way its america and the 4th

Its bound to be wild no mater what

They wake up early in the morning

No time to sleep on a holiday as important as this one

Catch shua decked out in as much red, white and blue, stars and stripes he can get on his body

Also hot as heck because it is July

But patriotism above comfort am i right no

Anyways

Catch shua making sure every member has some type of stars in stripes on

Remember those little tattoos that you get wet and then put on

Idk if they have a name tbh

Anyways

Every member has a 4th of july one on

Like most of them were smart about where they stuck on the lil tattoo

But yall

Hoshi and dk

Stuck the sparkly red, white and blue firework tattoo right on their face

Like catch these attractive grown men walking around with these tattoos on their cheeks

I love it tbh

So all the members are ready

Vernon found a flag banda and is now wearing it

Shua has that dumb bucket hat on

I guarantee you someone is just straight up wrapped in a flag

Probably mingyu

Okay okay so now everyone is ready for the day

Time to stake out seats for the parade

Or at least thats the plan

They get there and immediately get distracted

This is where my weird state comes into play srry

Okay but so all these little pop up stores showed up

From weird stores that just have like old knick knacks and such to like little pet booths where you can get your dog the new latest and greatest outfit with a matching collar and leash

Mingyu and wonwoo were the first to get lost at the pet accessory stole

After that seungkwan, vernon and chan where left behind at the food stole

Who is going to pass up funnel cake and like snow cones

Not them

When shua realized they were missing

He left coups and the rest at the turtle derby

Yah you read that right

The best race ever

So while the other svt members got way to into watching a bunch of turtles with numbers taped to the shell try and walk out of a circle first

Good stuff

Anyways so eventually shua rounds them up

Just in time to arrive for the great watermelon eating contest

Watching people inhale watermelon at an alarming rate and worrying for their safety only makes the 4th that much more exciting

So after watching that mess of an event

And coups surprisingly getting really really into it

The 13 of them make there way to the roadside

Blankets in hand

Finally found a big enough for all of them

Bonus its also partly in the shade

So they lay down the blankets and get all settled in

The best

And most terrifying part

Of the entire day

The parade

Everything admirable about the town shows up

So basically

Some school marching bands

Every firetruck and police car you can fit into one space

A lot of random floats for things you’ve literally never heard of

Some random prom queen idk

But svt would be like

OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE ALL THOSE INSTRUMENTS!!!!

!!!! there !!! is !! a !!! dog !!!! in !!! that !!!! one !!!! float !!!!

Actually go deaf from the fire truck sirens

But whatever

Half of them scream with joy when some of the floats throw candy into the crowd

Except its more like they pelt the candy at you but whatever m8

Shua is have a grand old time reliving the joys of the 4th

Vernon is probably like oh god they weren’t joking when they said all this stuff about it

And the rest of them are like america omg wild i love it

Except wonwoo he might get a little overwhelmed

And like i can kinda see seungkwan being a little sassy about all the cheesy floats

Me too boo me too

So after a while the parade ends

Everyone is hyped

No matter how crappy the parade is or how good it is

Everyone is hyped

Because you know whats next

The most memorable part of the whole holiday

The fireworks

But its like lunch time right now

Its a while before its dark

So svt goes for lunch

Since its such a large group of people it was decided hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill is the best choice

So off everyone goes

And now begins the food preparation

Doesn’t actually take too long

Thankfully

Because hungry boys doesn’t make for a good situation

So they all get there food and eat to their hearts content

Because eating and full svt is the best svt you can fight me on this

So because its so hot

Water usually gets involved

And im just gonna say three words

Water Balloon fight

Can you see it

The split up into their units

Fill up water balloons as fast as possible

Set up bases

Create a battle strategy

Because this is an intense fight do you hear

Life or death

And so beings the adult water balloon fight

Best and biggest water balloon fight in history lemme tell you

So soooooo much fun

A memory all of them would have for the rest of their lives

They’d all be laughing so hard there stomachs would hurt

Even if a random stranger walked past the battle

Im sure they would just stop and watch and smile

Because hearing such sweet laughter like that

And watching 13 people just have straight up fun

And just enjoy life would bring a smile to anyone’s face

So now they are soaked

Worth it tho

By the time they collect themselves and dry off and like get all their energy back

Its probably close to dusk

So they gather up blankets and chairs

Shua hunts down sparklers and what are they called pop its ???

Omg hold on imagine svt with those pop its

Im crying just thinking about it

The best part of the 4th is chucking those little tnt poppers at your friends and watching them run away in terror as they explode

Just imagine svt with that im yelling

Tbh at first they would have fun just throwing them down on the ground and watching them explode and hearing the lil snap

And then shua comes in

And just chucks it at jeonghan

Jeonghan screams

Throws one back

Hits coups instead

Coups throws one

Hits seungkwan

Now you’ve got vernon and seungkwan joining in

Somehow wonwoo gets hit

Wonwoo isnt going to miss this chance

Pelts one at mingyu

Somehow woozi gets hit

Everyone freezes and watches him slowly pull one out of the saw dust or whatever

And then

All hell breaks loose

That lasts until they run out

Which doesn’t take to long honestly

Those boxes are tiny the run out so quick and ruin all the fun

Anyways so now the sun is like almost setting

So they all pile into some cars

And begin the adventure for open space to watch the firework show

Shua probably knows a good place

Like an open field

Or the top of a parking garage

So they go there

Set up camp round two

Then they wait

Light some sparklers

Mingyu almost burns himself

Tbh probably almost cries

Minghao and jun roast people

Someone probably flipped out and dropped a sparkler and almost caught another person on fire

Its svt literally anything could happen with them

Someone breaks out the glowsticks

Cause it aint the 4th until there are glowsticks

I guarantee you someone broke a glowstick

Tbh i bet it was coups

Someone would be struggling

And he would be like i got this im the dad i got this

*snaps it in half and all the liquid goes flying*

Glowing the rest of the night lmao

Finally the show starts

Everyone is dead silent at first

Totally into it

110% absorbed in the pretty lights

Then they start to oh and aw

Then they are clapping

Literally shook from the finale

Like wth thats a lot of fireworks all at once how did no one die

After thats over they beg shua to bring them back every 4th

Literally haven’t had so much fun in a loooooong time

Finally head back home

Ears still ringing a bit from the loud bangs of the fireworks

Fireworks going off in the distance probably fireworks lol

All together a highlight in sv bonding and memories and just so much fun plus cultural experiences good stuff

Ah man just imagine all of that my heart

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givemethatgold · 8 years ago

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Rescued pt 9

Summary: After Bucky comes to your aid in a moment of panic you extend an invitation to family dinner. Neither of you could have foreseen how this small act of kindness would alter you, and your life, forever.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Tony Stark x alcohol Warnings: Swearing, alcoholism, stress baking Word Count:1616

Author’s Note: I’ve been struggling with finding the time and inspiration to write lately, and I apologize profusely if this is reflecting in my writing! Morning sickness is a bitch. @bxckytrxsh is my lovely proof-reader and sweet, sweet friend.

Previously

“Tony Stark, and you are?”

Freaking the fuck out right now!

“Y/N Y/L/N. How’s Bucky? Is he,” you stopped and willed away your tears, “is he going to be okay?”

Tony’s eye immediately softened.

“He’s going to be fine. Y/N, look at me, you saved him. Now, why don’t you come with me? The team has more than a few questions for you.”

Tony scoops you up in his arms like you weigh nothing and starts walking towards another entrance that seems to lead into the living quarters of the compound.

“Hmmm...on second thought,” he pauses and sniffs, “maybe we should get you to a shower first.”

You were trying hard to remain calm and collected but it was an extremely hard thing to do when you were sitting at a conference table with the majority of the Avengers sitting across from you. It felt like you were at a job interview from hell.

Scarlet Witch, Falcon, and Captain America sat off to one side of the table. Iron Man, Vision, and War Machine sat as far away from them as they could, and Black Widow was in the middle seemingly acting as both interrogator and buffer.

You shifted in your seat, becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the heavy silence. Your ankle had been wrapped and was elevated on the chair next to you, but the movement still caused a twinge of pain. You fought to keep a neutral expression; afraid that any word or expression could be taken incorrectly by the intimidating group.

“So, by the time Bucky woke up, the fire had already spread throughout the house?” Natasha had finally broken her silence after hearing you recount your perspective of the last three days. Of all that had happened, she seemed unusually interested in the house fire.

“You don’t think it was an accident, do you?” It came out as more of a statement than a question.

“Y/N, I don’t want to alarm you but we need to face facts and take action.” Natasha’s face softened minutely as she reached across the table and patted your hand. The surprised looks on everyone’s faces didn’t escape either of you, but you both chose to ignore them; the current topic being too important.

“When those Hydra operatives caught up to you, they already knew who you are and what you... meant to Barnes.” Tony, who was already into the scotch at 9:30 in the morning, finished his glass and leveled his gaze at you. “We think they tested him with the fire to see how he would react. Hell, they may have even orchestrated your meeting in the parking lot just to encourage him into gaining a weakness.”

I’m sorry, what I meant to Bucky? Past tense?! Who does this asshole think he is? Okay, that’s it. I am so fucking done being the weak link and getting stepped on.

When you had come close to being attacked in the parking lot, a small ball of rage had begun to form in the pit of your stomach. You had allowed it to take over when your mom had revealed her cancer, but the resulting damage to your knuckles had you forcing the emotion down and running from it. That tiny ball had been added to, a lot, over the past couple of days; the fire, the hospital, getting shot at, getting hurt, seeing Bucky bleeding, almost losing him, and now. Hearing this man, one of Bucky’s supposed teammates, talk about him so flippantly, like he was some lab rat and not a human being; this was the straw that broke the seal on that rage.

“First of all, you supercilious prick,” you rose up onto your hands as much as you could, “it's what I mean, to Bucky. I’m not going anywhere, regardless of his past and what is happening now. Secondly, if you are so goddamn confident that Hydra knows about me and my family, what the fuck are you doing sitting around here!? Go bloody get them and put them somewhere safe!”

By the time you were done your speech you were yelling, and not just at Tony. The room sat in stunned silence for a breathe then everyone sprung into action. Sam and Steve both gave you a quick nod before exiting the room, Vision disappeared through the wall, Natasha and Wanda both came to give you a few words of reassurance before sprinting away, and after a mini-quarrel, Rhodey and Tony got up and began to exit.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” You called out to Tony, using your best authoritative nurse voice.

“I am going to, as you so eloquently put it, go bloody get your family,” Tony replied, giving you a withering look.

“Not inebriated you’re not!”

“Sweetheart, I’m Iron Man, if you thi-”

“Mr. Stark!” You interrupted. “I don’t care who you are when you put on a fancy metal suit. Right now, you’re a drunk mess on a Sunday morning who needs to sober up and see a therapist!” You were shouting again but you couldn’t find it in you to care. “If you so much as look at one of your suits, I swear to god I will call it in and report you for a DUI. This is my family, I won’t risk you compromising anything!”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.!” Tony called, leveling you again with a challenging look.

“Yes, Mr. Stark?” A disembodied voice replied.

You were able to keep your expression neutral and continue the staring contest with Tony.

“Where is my suit? I’ve been calling it for over a minute.”

“It’s in its dock, where it’s going to stay. I’m inclined to agree with Miss Y/L/N, and I won’t be assisting the operation of your suit until your blood alcohol level is back to zero.”

The shock on Tony’s face quickly turned into indignant rage. His casually cross arms were not at his sides with his hands clenched into fists. You took a moment to worry he may try to punch you, but quickly dismissed the idea. Tony could be a hotheaded asshole, but even he had limits.

“Come on Stank, time to walk it off and do some thinking.” Colonel Rhodes was poking Tony with his cane, trying to get his attention.

Tony stayed staring at you for a moment longer then disappeared out the door. You let out the breath you had been holding and sank back down onto your chair.

“I’m impressed,” Rhodey said softly to you, “not a lot of people can stand up to Tony, never mind win one of his ultra-alpha staring contests. Give it a few days, I expect he’ll come around.”

You gave him a small smile in thanks for his kind words then slumped forward to rest your forehead on the cool, polished table. Gently banging your forehead a few times before going completely limp in order to better question your behavior towards your host; a friggen superhero.

“May I suggest you rest in your room, Miss Y/l/n? It’d be a wee bit comfier than the conference room. I calculate that your family will arrive within the hour.”

Lifting your head you looked around for the source of the voice; a speaker or intercom. Coming up empty you just spoke aloud, thanking the woman and asking for directions to your room which, apparently, Tony had arranged for you while you had been getting cleaned up and attended to in the med-bay.

Great. Wonderful. Excellent. Phenomenal first day, Y/n.

Rather than going to your guest room, you had found solace in wandering the halls and exploring the compound. So far, you had discovered that the Avengers seemed to like rom-coms, had a library full of fantasy and science fiction novels, and someone must be a musician as one room was equipped with enough instruments to make a small orchestra happy. They also had a kitchen to die for, stocked full of sugary cereal and a crazy amount of protein shake powder.

This is what superheroes eat? Can’t Stark afford a nutritionist and private chef? Christ.

Deciding to blow off some steam while waiting for your family to arrive, you stayed in the kitchen and began to bake. Four loaves of bread, three meat pies, a massive pot of chili, and peach crumble later you started wondering what was holding up the arrival of your family.

Remembering the built-in AI who seemed to mother-hen the group, you tentatively called out.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

“The quinjet is ten minutes out, I apologize for my incorrect calculation. I didn’t account for people not believing Captain America.”

“Jordan...” you muttered, shaking your head. It was no surprised to hear that he put up and fight and refused to go quietly.

You could just imagine the panic they must have felt waking up in the hotel with you gone, Jordan’s truck gone, no way of getting a hold of you, and then the Avengers bursting in claiming their lives may be in danger.

“They will all be escorted to the conference room where you were earlier today.” The AI informed you.

“Would it be possible to bring them here? I think everyone could use some comfort food while they hear the news.”

After the debriefing and dinner, the Avengers had left your family alone in the common area. While you were grateful for the opportunity to be with him, you were finding it hard to speak. The guilt of what had happened was falling on your shoulders; knowing that none of it would have happened had you just been more careful when buying those fucking groceries.

Your mom and dad had tried to console you, Karen had flat out told you that you were being dumb if you thought that any of this was your fault, and Jordan mumbled something about needing to do background checks. The one person who you could always count of to bring light to a situation and make you laugh was being uncharacteristically quiet.

Before you could ask Mikey how he was doing, your name was being called. Looking toward the door you spotted Bucky, leaning heavily on the doorjamb but looking a lot more alive than the last time you saw him.

“Bucky,” you breathed, heart leaping into your throat at the sight of him on his feet, “How are you fee- MIKEY, NO!”

Part Ten

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theoddcatlady · 8 years ago

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Who Lives Under Briar Elementary and High School?

Briar Elementary and High is a small school of just under three hundred students, from first grade all the way to senior year. It’s spaced between two buildings and has been running since the early 1900’s, although it was just a high school academy back then.

And apparently there’s a monster in there now.

It’s just little things that leads people to believe there’s something supernatural lurking in the halls. The things that would go missing, only to turn up later caked in muddy finger prints. The food theft, mostly lunchboxes, but sometimes whole pizzas would just vanish into thin air. Hearing something crawling under the floor. And the hissing you can sometimes hear while in the girl’s bathroom in the highschool. If you go in there alone, sometimes you’ll make out whispers.

There’s three rumors about what it really is. I’ll go over each one.

One. There’s a creep who lives in one of the nearby caves and invades the school to get jerk off worthy memories and supplies. In the area where Briar Schools is there are a lot of caves and tunnels that go underground. Kids have wandered in there and never come out. One of them’s beneath the school actually but I’ll get back to that in a minute.

Now, supposedly, there’s a man by the name of Dale Horton who lives in these caves. Dale was a pedophile who preyed on little girls, inviting them to his house to model for him before he’d rape them and slash their throats, draining their blood so he could drink it later. He even shaved their heads, he liked how their hair felt. Dale was caught and sentenced to life in prison, but on his way to permanent lock up he broke free and hid in the cave system. They never caught him.

However, I’m gonna have to break your hearts on this one. There is no ‘Dale Horton’. Dale Horton never existed. Seriously, I looked it up. No serial murder pedo either. The closest I can find to this sorta crime is a serial rapist that attacked three teenage girls before being caught. He was a fellow student by the name of Kyle. I think he managed to shake the charges off though, I never found evidence of an official case being brought against him. Eh, that’s life when you’re a white guy with a sports scholarship.

Two. It’s the ghost of a teacher killed by a spurned lover.

This legend’s literally as old as the school. There was this woman, Miss Agnes Cherry, who taught the freshmen music. Beloved by all. Always pleasant to have around. And of course, had many admirers among the staff and students. One student in particular was downright obsessed with Miss Cherry. So much in fact, he got her alone and begged her to run away with him so they could get married.

Agnes told him to go away and that his actions were inappropriate. In response he took out a knife and slashed her throat, dragged her out of the school into the mud before he killed himself. That’s why everything’s covered in mud when she touches it. People have even seen Agnes’ ghost, a pale woman covered in mud and always sounding like she’s gasping for air.

Okay. Agnes was actually real. So was her admirer. Her throat was slashed too. But she didn’t die. Nope! She actually survived the attack and went on to marry the principal. Her daughter teaches at the school, Ms. Patton. She’s in charge of the Creative Writing class, I’m ninety percent sure she made up the rumor that Agnes died just to get a kick out of the students’ stories.

There’s one more. The one that has the least amount of detail. It’s another ghost story, about a girl who used to go to this school. Feeling like she was ugly and had no one to love her, she broke a mirror and cut her throat in the girl’s bathroom, effectively ending her life. This one doesn’t explain the mud though, and doesn’t even try to say who she was as it’s clear bullshit. There’s never been a suicide on grounds.

But I knew her name. And I knew what really happened.

Samantha Bishop. That was her name. She was a sophomore. Her favorite color was teal. She liked pearl earrings. Her favorite food was lasagna. She loved Garfield, even had pajamas with his face on it. Avril Lavigne was her hero. She was saving her money to one day go to one of her concerts.

But she also was socially awkward and suffered from a lack of self-esteem due to her glasses prescription giving her the appearance of having enormous, buggy eyes.

This just made her a target for people who didn’t bother to look past the book’s cover. One girl, in particular, and her friends. Audra Hart, Candice Whitfield, and Cindy Sweet. Audra was the ringleader. She used her nail polish to write nasty messages on Samantha’s locker. Knocked her things from her hands. Would constantly talk shit about her, right while she was in the room. One time when she was on her period, Samantha bled through during class and when Audra saw the red stain on the back of Samantha’s pants she screamed out loud about how ‘filthy’ Samantha was.

Filthy Sam. By the end of the day, everyone was calling her Filthy Sam.

The tormenting just got worse. Her mother tried to stop it, oh she did. But Audra’s father was a major figure on the school board and donated yearly to the sports program. So Audra got away with every damn thing.

But of course came the day things got taken too far.

Typically just before lunch time, Samantha would go into the bathroom to just get away from the bullies from a few moments. And typically, said bullies would be too focused on getting something to eat rather than chasing down ‘Filthy Sam’.

But this time Audra had to go to the bathroom. And when she saw Samantha, she couldn’t resist the chance to pick on her again.

It started off simple. The name calling, ‘Filthy Sam’, ‘Bug Eyes’, ‘Alien’, ‘Freak’. When Samantha ignored her, likely advice from the staff, Audra started to get meaner. Made cuts about her mom being a slut, her ‘retarded’ little sister.

‘So stupid she can’t even make it into kindergarten, huh?’

That was too far. Samantha loved her family. Her hard working mom who’d divorced and remarried. Her little sister who schooled from home due to Asperger’s. It was too much.

So Samantha turned around and slapped Audra across the face. A much overdue slap, if you ask me.

But Audra reacted back, much harsher. She grabbed Samantha by the hair and slammed her face into the mirror, shattering it with the force. Samantha dropped from the floor and stopped breathing.

The girls, panicked that they may have accidentally murdered their ‘prey’, remembered that in this particular bathroom there was a crawlspace in the floor where they kept the cleaning supplies. They opened it up and with a heave ho shoved Samantha’s lifeless body into the crawlspace. They slammed it shut, cleaned the blood off the mirror, and went about their day like nothing ever happened. Cindy ever so kindly reported to the teachers that the mirror was broken. They plotted to return after school and somehow smuggle Samantha’s body out in an instrument case before dumping the body wherever they could.

See, now we’re getting to the part about the caves, and the fact one of those tunnels happens to be right beneath the school. When the girls returned and opened up the crawlspace, they found a hole that plummeted straight down to a bottomless pit. Perhaps throwing Samantha in there so roughly had broken the floor. Maybe it just couldn’t support the weight of a teenage girl. Either way, Samantha was gone.

Assuming she was dead, the girls made a pact that they’d never tell anyone, boyfriends, husbands, teachers, or parents, that they’d killed Samantha.

Life went on. Samantha made the news when she turned out to be gone. Audra was questioned but let go, they had no proof she had anything to do with Samantha’s disappearance. Soon her locker was emptied out. Her desk remained empty. Audra and her friends graduated. Went to college. Got jobs with the influence of their families’. Married rich. And no one knows about their dirty little secret of murder.

Samantha’s mother because depressed but kept it together for the youngest child of hers, another daughter by the name Patricia. Patty for short. Patty grew up with all the love of her mother and stepdad. She found her love in poetry and writing, creating scripts for comics by the time she was twelve.

And she ended up going to Briar Elementary her sixth grade year. Despite her social difficulties at first, Patty found a group she could blossom with. Bullies were laughed at in their faces, Patty never really understood their insults anyway. Where Samantha lacked self-esteem, Patty almost had more than her fair share. She found herself to be different from others, sometimes in ways that confused or angered them, but she was still worthy of respect. Her skills in writing blew away her teachers, and she was moved up several classes in order to keep her challenged. She won contests. She was the president of the writing club by her eighth grade year.

I’ve always found communication tricky, by the way. It’s so much easier to just write the words out. Sometimes I’ve had to have accommodations made for me, given my sensitivity to sound and difficulty eating in front of others, but rather than bother them each time I ate in the bathroom. And it was that bathroom where I found my sister again.

I heard the rasping breaths below the floor, and although I’d heard rumors of ghosts and pedophiles, I didn’t believe in them. And rather than run away, I opened up the crawlspace.

She dropped away so fast I could barely make her out, but I caught a flash of her pearl earrings.

That night, I went to the school. More accurately, under the school.

It was tricky, finding the right cave, but I took my time. Mapped myself through it. And soon I was under the school.

And I found where Samantha Bishop had been all these years.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say she’s become primal, but after receiving the head injuries and being completely isolated for so long, I think it’s safe to say she’s lost her mind. She’s several pounds underweight from a strict diet of rats, toads, and rainwater, has torn out most of her hair, and is now completely blind from living in near total darkness. She knows it’s me though. She knows my voice, my scent. She knows I’m her sister.

I haven’t attempted to force her out from her squalor, I can barely get near her without her darting away, deeper into the caves. She had moments of clarity where she’s told me what happened, but most of her vocalizations are hums and clicks of her tongue, similar to the croaking of the toads. I have helped her though. Brought her blankets, clothes- her uniform was nothing more than rags at this point. Brought her lasagna and other healthier food in attempts to give her more strength.

I don’t know what to do though anymore. Should I tell the police, and force her from this nightmare she’s been living in into a whole new one? Make her reenter a society that tried to kill her?

Besides, I can’t explain away the fact that Cindy and Candice were found dead in their homes, their ribs gnawed on, innards ripped out, and their throats cut with the glass shards of mirrors.

And I almost wish Audra hadn’t moved out of town.

It’s going to be hard to hide Samantha so long in the backseat of my car.

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