#have you heard of some guys called…..the RAMONES?

[yourheartinyourmouth]

Spotify’s “trending for you” selections are so completely bizarre. “Here’s a bunch of bands you have never once played, from genres you don’t listen to.”

like wow thanks, spotify

I have nothing against Tenacious D or classic punk but what could I have possibly listened to that gave you the impression that i want to be recommended those things…..

[schrijverr]

I Didn’t Mean to Say I Do, but I Do. I Do. 12

Chapter 12 out of 50

Secret marriage of convenience buddie slow burn AU, where Buck and Eddie have been married for years so Buck could adopt Chris and no one at the 118 knows.

In this chapter, Helena and Ramon push too far and Buck finds camaraderie in Hen about custody struggles. However, despite it all, things are looking up.

On AO3.

Ships: Buddie (slow burn), Henren (background)

Warnings: emotionally abusive parents, insecurity, misogyny

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Chapter 12: Dragged Out or Dragged Down

Bobby wants to put himself back out there. Buck is so proud of him, because they’ve all seen him come out of his shell these past few weeks and it’s been an honor and this is a big step. However, right now they’re just teasing the shit out of him. They want to be happy for him, they do, but his profile is too ridiculous.

“You can never show this to a girl,” Buck laughs, reading over what Bobby wrote again, just to check if it’s still the same, because he can’t believe he actually did that.

“Why not?” Bobby asks, maybe pouting a little.

“Okay, this profile is a joke profile for a guy no one ever wants to go out with,” Buck tells him honestly, because if Bobby really wants to get out there, this isn’t the way to do it and someone has to tell him that.

“You know what, maybe you are not the right person he should be taking dating advice from, Buckaroo,” Chimney tells him, snatching the laptop out of his hands.

“And why is that? Because last time I checked, I know how online dating works. I might have been making profiles to find hook ups, but I know what they look like and how to write one when you’re not looking for that,” Buck points out.

“It’s the dating site I used before,” Chimney says, slightly offended.

“Yeah, but it’s not like you were incredibly successful,” Buck shrugs.

“You’re not very successful either, Buckley,” Chimney bites and Buck realizes that might not have been the nicest thing to say.

Still, he defends himself: “Yes, I am.”

“Oh come on, Buck. You embarrassed yourself at your last hook up with her parents, and we haven’t heard you about fucking a girl before that in forever. You’re not even getting numbers on calls anymore,” Chimney rolls his eyes.

“Hey, I still get numbers, I just don’t take them, because I’m a professional,” Buck exclaims, throwing his hands up. “And I’m-” And he’s what? Married? So in love with his friend, he can’t commit to anyone else? Scared to try dating again after he discovered how creepy some women are? “I’m just not looking for anything right now,” he trails off kind of lamely.

Chimney obviously has something to say about that, but Buck happens to meet Bobby’s eyes and there must be something in his own, because Bobby gives him an understanding look. Hen watches that look happen, before shutting Chimney up before he can talk. “Maybe none of us are great at dating.”

“Still trouble at home?” Bobby asks sympathetically. None of them know exactly what happened except for Chimney, but she has let it slip she’s on the outs with Karen.

“Yeah,” Hen replies softly.

“But they’re a great match, they’ll work through it,” Chim interjects with forced cheer, saving her from the conversation furthering. “I set them up, actually. I’m a great matchmaker. I can set you up too if you’d like.”

Bobby looks horrified at the suggestion, but also like he wants to be nice about it, but doesn’t know how. Both Buck and Hen hide their laughter. Luckily, Bobby is saved from answering by the alarm going off.

The call isn’t much, a medical call to a psychic reading place where the guy is already dead before they get there. Though later it turns out he isn’t dead. It makes for an interesting shift and he can’t wait to come home and tell Eddie and Chris all about it.

Then he remembers there will be more people there, who probably won’t find it a fun dinnertime story, even if nobody died.

It’s Wednesday, he tells himself. He won’t be home until dinner, then he has a 24 hour shift on Thursday, so he’ll miss that day. By the time he returns, it’ll be Friday and he’ll only need to have breakfast with them, before they drop them off at the airport and everything will return to normal.

He can do that.

He can totally do that.

Okay, so maybe he totally can’t do that.

After the reprieve of yesterday, it seems they have gathered themselves in their own bubble long enough to become indignant about it instead. Righteous even. They likely didn’t tell Abuela why Eddie left them at that restaurant and Eddie wouldn’t tell her either.

Dinner is fine, a return to normal with pointed comments everywhere, but it goes truly south after dinner when Chris is in bed.

It starts innocent enough with Helena asking: “So you have another shift tomorrow, right, Evan?”

“Uh, yeah, I do. It’s a 24 hour, which aren’t as bad as you’d think. I don’t even mind the 48 hour shifts,” Buck says. “But I’ll be here for breakfast to see you two off.”

“Still, those are long hours. It seems like you’ve barely been home this week,” Helena says.

Buck frowns at that, unsure where this is going. “It’s been a weird week with shifts due to some gaps in the roster. Our house isn’t filled entirely right now, so there are floaters to fill in, but we can’t find one every time. I’ve been working some overtime on the B shift as well.”

“But 48 hour shifts are still a lot. Soon you’ll both be working those and you won’t be home for days, what will Chris do then?” And there it is, what she is really getting at.

“Chris has school and Abuela and tía Pepa. And we have days off too, mom,” Eddie growls.

“Highly inconsistent days off,” Helena argues. “Chris needs stability, a good rhythm to settle in, people he can depend on. You can’t provide that for him here. Let him come home.”

“To Texas?” Buck chokes, realizing what she’s getting at.

She nods. “Chris has loved us being here. He feels comfortable with us. We raised him for a good portion too. He needs the sort of home we can provide.” The ‘and you can’t’ goes unspoken, but it clearly felt by all.

“We can provide for him just fine,” Eddie says voice raising slightly. “And papi is out working long hours too, barely home. What sort of stability is that?”

“I’ll still be there full time,” his mom argues back, her voice also rising.

“Me and Buck will both be here full time!”

“That is not the same and you know it, Edmundo. Come on, do not drag Chris down with you, because you are too stubborn.”

The words hit them both in the solar plexus and both of them stare at her dumbfounded for a moment. Then Eddie gets up angrily, his chair clattering on the ground as he points a finger at his mom. “You did not just say that.”

“Oh don’t be like that,” Helena exclaims.

Before Buck or Eddie can reply to that, a door opens down the hall. A sleepy Chris asks: “What is going on? Why are you all yelling?”

Buck’s heart breaks. They’ve always wanted to shield Chris from the yelling, especially Eddie, especially when the yelling is about Chris. He can see how Eddie wants to comfort Chris and fight his parents, torn between which instinct to follow.

Buck makes the decision for him, ushering him towards Chris as he says: “I got them, you put Chris back to bed.”

Eddie shoots him a grateful smile and they all watch him go down the hall as he softly says: “We were just being silly, mijo. It was nothing. Do you need another story?”

Chris gets herded back into his room and Buck waits until the door falls close behind the two before turning back to Helena and Ramon. In a low voice, he says: “I don’t know what the hell your problem is, but you don’t say that to someone. Especially not to your own kid. We welcomed you into our home, we let you stay here and eat our food. We let you see our kid. And this is what you’ve been doing with that hospitality? No. Hard no. Go grab your stuff.”

“What?” Helena says shocked.

“You don’t talk to us, you gringo,” Ramon adds angrily, coming to his wife’s defense.

“You married one, so don’t even try. I’m driving you to Abuela’s and I’ll explain to her why I’m dropping her adult child on her doorstep in the middle of the night,” Buck hisses. “If you’re lucky, we might let you back in for breakfast Friday so you can say goodbye to Chris before you go, but only if you’re lucky. It’ll be up to Eddie to allow that.”

“We just want to see our grandchild. You’re the one that moved them across the country,” Helena sniffles, suddenly the victim.

Buck hates making people upset, always wants to make it right, but he can’t do that with them. They are Eddie’s parents, which means he forgives them and lets them in over and over again, Buck is the one that carries the grudge, carries the pain. For both of them.

So, he doesn’t comfort her and instead says: “I didn’t move anyone where they didn’t want to go, maybe think about why your child would want to take your grandchild far away from you while you’re sleeping on Abuela’s couch tonight. Now go grab your shit.”

He supervises with as much coldness as he has in him, watching them silently as they grab their suitcases, before they get into his Jeep and he drives them to Abuela’s house.

She opens with confusion as she sees Buck. He rushed up there and let Ramon get their bags from the back, so they wouldn’t get there first. “What is going on, Buck?” she asks.

Tightly he replies: “I hope you don’t mind surprise guests for a night, Abuela. They thought it fit to inform Eddie he’s dragging Chris down with him, I thought it fit to tell them to get the hell out of our house.”

Abuela’s face turns from confusion to understanding to annoyance. She pats Buck on his cheek as she often does and says: “Don’t worry, mijo, I’ll give them a stern lecture. You go home and rest. You have a shift tomorrow, no?”

“I do.”

“Then you need rest, not bullshit,” she says, which makes him laugh. She signs a cross on him for protection, before waving him off her front porch. He doesn’t look at either Helena nor Ramon as he gets back in the car and drives home.

He hopes Eddie doesn’t think he took it too far. It’s not really his place to kick out Eddie’s parents, however, after that stunt it felt justified. Besides, Eddie already left them in a restaurant this week, so it can’t be that much worse.

Still, he’s a little nervous when he opens the door.

But there is no one there. The living room and kitchen are empty and when he peeks into Eddie’s room where his parents have left the door open, that is empty too. Chris’s door is still closed and he figures Eddie is sleeping with him tonight. That’s okay, he’ll tell him tomorrow morning.

Buck brushes his teeth and puts on pajamas, ignoring the sheets that are neatly on the bed, despite him always being too lazy to make the bed, because Eddie’s military training means he always does, so he did that morning. Because he slept there.

However, he isn’t going to be alone all night to overthink, because soon after he’s lain down, Eddie comes in. It’s reminiscent of the other night, but this time Eddie doesn’t ask anything, just comments: “My parents are gone.”

“They’re at Abuela’s house,” Buck says sitting up so he can look at Eddie, who is still in the doorway. “I told them that they might be welcome for Friday breakfast, if you let them, to say goodbye to Chris. They shouldn’t have said that to you. About you.”

Eddie shrinks into himself slightly, then he says: “It was about you too.” He looks up from the floor and looks Buck in the eyes. “They said that shit about you too. Are you okay?”

Surprise and affection wash over Buck in equal measure, before affection wins out. He smiles softly at Eddie and says: “I’m okay. It didn’t feel that personal, they’ve never really taken my contributions seriously anyway.”

“Well, they should. The two of us, we’re doing a much better job than they ever could. I should know, they raised me,” Eddie says, suddenly angry again.

“I don’t think they’ll try anything again anytime soon,” Buck says. “I told Abuela what they said and she didn’t even tell me off for using hell, instead saying she’d give them a stern lecture.”

“You’re a menace,” Eddie grins at that. Then he dims again and softly says: “I want them here on Friday for breakfast, so that Chris can say bye. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, it is,” Buck says, touched that Eddie checks it with him, even though he never expected any different. He grins crookedly: “Maybe they’ll behave a little after getting a lecture from Abuela.”

Eddie huffs out a little laugh, before giving Buck a relieved look. “Thank you.” Eddie pauses, tensing slightly, as he asks: “Can I sleep here again tonight? I don’t feel like changing the sheets.”

“Of course,” Buck says, making space for Eddie, because he’s always going to make space for Eddie. He stays up for quite a bit anyway, anxiously digging through google to ensure himself that Helena and Ramon truly can’t try anything, but Eddie’s sleeping form next to him makes it so he actually gets in a couple hours of rest.

Chris is a slightly confused about why grandma and abuelo aren’t there in the morning, but Buck lets Eddie have that conversation with him, kissing Chris on the forehead and telling Eddie goodbye before he goes to his shift.

Hen looks just as tired and down as he feels. He pours her a coffee, before he sits down next to her and hands it over, smiling at her grateful, “Thanks.”

“So what kept you up tonight?” he asks after she has taken a few sips.

“Karen,” Hen sighs after a moment. “I tried talking to her in a parking lot yesterday. Explain myself, try to get her to come home. I don’t think it worked. She told me she can’t do this right now and then she left. Didn’t say I love you back.” Hen sighs again and stares into her coffee. “Eva – my ex – she’s suing for custody. Denny’s biologically hers. Sure, she signed over custody to me as fast as she could and she’s only just gotten out of prison, but- but I don’t know if we can keep him if we aren’t together. Aren’t a united front. God, I can’t lose Denny. Or Karen.”

And Buck’s heart aches for her, the feeling she’s going through so very familiar. Just a few hours ago, he was listening to Helena and Ramon telling him they wanted to take Chris from him and Eddie. Nothing is more scary than that moment where you can lose your child. Lose your family.

He sits next to her, his arm around her shoulder. She leans into him and lets him hold her. “That’s terrifying, Hen. I’m sorry you’re going through that.”

“Me too,” Hen says with a humorless chuckle.

Her defeated voice doesn’t sit right with him and he bumps against her. “Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. Signing over custody – and straight away too – that means something. It’s hard for parents to get that back when they give it up, even if it’s during a divorce.” He should know, he looked it up sometime after Shannon left. Just because he wanted to know how permanent her decision is. It is pretty permanent.

“But it doesn’t have to be her that takes him,” Hen says. “What if her claims launch an investigation and CPS deems us unfit to parent? That Karen running off to her mom with Denny is unstable enough that he shouldn’t be with us?”

“That’s not just going to happen, even if it ends in divorce – which knowing you and Karen probably isn’t going to happen, since you have a marriage I aspire to have – then the state of California will treat Denny like any other kid in a divorce,” Buck says. “You and Karen can both provide for him, together and apart. You’re not going to lose them.”

Hen gives him a look. “How do you know that?”

“I, uh- I went on a custody law research kick once,” he tells her, omitting that it was after he moved here and realized his own divorce was imminent and he selfishly wanted to try and keep Chris. He felt so bad about it that he didn’t look at Eddie in the morning and stayed out and had a threesome to try and escape. Not his finest moment.

“Ah,” Hen nods, because that makes sense to her. Buck often has random facts about all kinds of topics, this isn’t an out of character thing for him. Then she smiles and says: “Thank you, Buck. I needed to hear that.”

“It’s okay, having people in your corner makes it all easier to deal with. The people at this firehouse are in your corner,” Buck says honestly, because he knows these people have his back every day and he knows he needs them on the days it feels like Eddie will slip through his fingers, even though he usually knows better, because Eddie had his back first.

“You’re a sweet kid. I’m glad to have you at this house,” Hen tells him and it feels like acceptance, like family. Like he’ll have people sitting on his side of the aisle if he ever does get married for real.

“Thanks,” he beams at her.

She shakes her head fondly, then shoulder bumps him, before draining her coffee and going to greet Chimney, who is just coming up the stairs.

The rest of their shift rolls by smoothly with some medical calls and a small fender bender. It’s a medium shift, not quiet – though Buck would never use that word – nor too busy. A perfectly good shift all in all. Buck can use it after the night he’s had.

He gets some sleep on one of the cots in the bunk, but rushes his breakfast. It’s not that he is looking forward to breakfast with his in-laws, but he also doesn’t want to leave Eddie on his own to fend them off.

Of course the others notice Buck is half standing as he shoves the final bites of required family breakfast in his mouth, so he can go down and change into day clothes to face- well, to face required family breakfast. Chimney asks: “What? You got a breakfast date or something?”

“If you want to call it that,” Buck snorts, letting them make their own assumptions about what he means, before he calls out a goodbye and makes his way downstairs.

Coming home, the air feels a little stifling, but he can hear Chris happily chattering away in the kitchen, so he lets his shoulders relax slightly. When he enters the kitchen, Chris cuts himself off to excitedly exclaim: “Papi!”

“Hey, Superman,” Buck greets with a smile, nodding as politely as he can to Helena and Ramon, before catching Eddie’s eyes and quirking a brow. Eddie smiles in return and he lets himself relax even more.

Chris doesn’t notice the silent communication and instead informs him in a thrilled voice: “Daddy is letting me miss the morning of school so I can come to the airport and wave grandma and abuelo goodbye, isn’t that cool!”

Buck immediately understands that Eddie allowed that to have a human shield between the four of them, before they go to avoid any more yelling. He doesn’t show that, instead matching Chris’s enthusiasm as he says: “That’s very cool, buddy.”

They eat their breakfast, then pile into the car. This time Ramon also in the backseat and Buck in the passenger seat. Eddie turns on the radio and Helena spends the entirety of the drive busy with Chris, while the rest of them sit in silence.

During the goodbye, it’s also mostly Chris-centric. It’s as if there is an unspoken agreement to just not talk about anything. Helena must be burning to say something, anything, but she keeps her mouth shut. If the circumstances were different, Buck would commend the restraint.

After they’ve hugged and kissed Chris to death, telling him that he is always welcome in their home (which doesn’t make both of them tense and frown, no sir), they do also say goodbye to them.

Eddie gets a handshake from his father and a quick hug from his mother, while Buck gets a nod from both of them. He just nods back.

There was a time when he felt excluded from the family, but he has long since figured they never considered him a part of it anyway. Only Eddie and Chris do that and out of the two of them, Helena and Ramon only really seem to like Chris, so doesn’t take it too personally. At least, he tries not to.

They stand and wave until the two of them have disappeared, because Chris declares that it is the only right way to wave at someone. Though, Buck suspects he wants to milk his morning free and away from school. It’s not that he dislikes school, Chris loves it actually, but the giddy feeling of being allowed to do something naughty has him in high spirits anyway.

The two of them drop off Chris together. It’s not entirely novel, but certainly not a usual thing either, but Buck strangely enjoys it as he drives them there.

Both of them hug Chris and give him a kiss on the forehead, before leaving him to go to class, signing him in under the watchful gaze of the school secretary, who is definitely judging them.

They keep it together in front of her, but giggle a little when they get to the car. Buck can’t tell if it really was that funny or if both of them are just relieved they survived the visit from Helena and Ramon and this is the way to let it all out, but he doesn’t care, just enjoys the moment.

At home, Eddie goes to work out, changing into his work out clothes so he can go on a run. Buck reminds him to take his keys, because he’s getting groceries, so he won’t be home to open the door for him if he forgets. Eddie rolls his eyes that it was one time.

Once Eddie is gone, Buck strips the beds, feeling a little dramatic as he mentally compares it to cleansing the house of a presence. But it doesn’t feel too wrong either.

With the first load in the washing machine, he makes a list, before getting into his car and getting enough groceries for the week. He’s careful not to forget anything, because starting Monday, it’ll be more of a hassle to organize picking up things they’ve forgotten.

When he gets home, Eddie is just coming out of the shower. Eddie takes over laundry duty, while Buck meal preps. It’s nice and domestic with Buck singing off key to a playlist while Eddie pretends to grimace and cover his ears, even though Buck catches him bopping his head along with the songs as he folds the laundry when it’s done.

That night, they have a movie night with Chris having his own popcorn bucket as promised. Right before he goes to sit down, he gets a text. It’s from Hen and only reads: Karen came home. Thank you.

He couldn’t have stopped the smile if he wanted to and just texts back how glad he is for her and that he knew it. Then he turns off his phone to focus on his own family, getting some popcorn in the face for daring to delay the sacredness of movie night by checking his phone real quick.

Before he knows it, it is Monday and he’s not only packing Chris’s lunch, but Eddie’s too. He is starting the academy and it feels like a fresh start. But also fucking terrifying. On top of everything else that happened during their visit, Helena and Ramon didn’t exactly leave either of them reassured about the coming period.

However, Buck wants to believe this is going to be okay, that they can do this. And if they can get through the academy, they can get through both of them working. He needs them to get through this, hence the obsessive meal prepping, which should – in theory – make for a smoother ride.

Eddie of course knows why he does it, but he doesn’t comment, just taking the bag Buck hands him with a smile, before calling out: “Come on, mijo, time for school. You don’t want to make daddy late on his first day, right?”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Chris calls, stopping by Buck for a moment to ask: “Papi, kiss goodbye?”

“Of course, Superman,” Buck grins, kissing his forehead before quickly ushering him to the door as he laughs: “Now hurry before daddy gets anxious.”

“Not anxious,” Eddie pouts as he opens the door.

“Sure you aren’t,” Buck grins, watching Chris race off the steps, Eddie right behind him. “You’re gonna crush it!” he calls out.

Eddie gives a small fist bump back, because deep down he’s as much of a dork as Buck is, before he buckles Chris in and gets into the car himself. As he watches the two of them drive off, he still feels nervous, but also a little settled.

They can do this, Helena and Ramon don’t know shit. United front and all that, just like Karen and Hen will be.

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A/N:

I hate the catfish storyline, so I shall not be including it here :D (I also dislike the Hen cheating storyline so much, but it fit thematically here, so alas)

Also, whoooo! I got through season 1 and it only took me like 5 chapters, I honestly feared worse lmao. Let’s see how season 2 will go when Eddie is also there xp (though he needs to get hired first)

[roses-bel-air-darling]

For those who want to make a spiderpunk aka hobie brown playlist.

I have a couple of punk bands suggestions for y'all. Sorry for my music loving goofy self. I just wanted to share some suggestions for those who want to create a hobie brown playlist and don't know where to start.

Classic punk

*The Cramps

*The Clash

*The Misfits

*The Adicts

*Dead Kennedys

*The Sex Pistols

*Black Flag (Ok, how can you guys not add rise above? It fits hobie perfectly!)

*NOFX

*FEAR

*Subhumans

*Rancid

*The Damned

*Siouxsie and the Banshees (I know the band is literally one of the founding bands for goth music but the band's early years were punk)

*Fugazi (check out Ian Mackaye's band Minor Threat.)

*New York Dolls

*The Vandals

*The Stooges

*Ramones

*Blondie

*Bad Religion

Other bands with a hint of punk/a mix in between genres, or modern punk.

*No Doubt (Early albums)

*L7 (All female punk band)

*Against Me!

*The Distillers

*War on Women

*Debbie Harry

*The Cure

*Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

*Rage against the machine

*Joan Jett

*The Runaways

*Glenn Danzig or danzig (former singer of the misfits, had his metal band Danzig during the 80s-early 90s. Covered some of the misfits songs).

*Rollins Band (Former lead singer henry rollins from black flag band during the 90s)

*Green Day

*Blink-182

Not exactly punk, but are vocally anti-establishment and or anti-capitalist.

Ok. I gotta admit. These two are my favorite bands but I'm going try to not be biased here.

*Motorhead (despite being a metal band. Motorhead is embraced in punk culture. Due to lemmy's views on life and politics. He hates the British government, politicians in general and calls out their hypocrisy time to time in his songs, and the same goes with religion.) The band has a lot of albums. So here is some songs to add or give a listen.

-Eat the rich

-Org*smatron (Yes I understand the song name is a bit dirty, but the lyrics are the total opposite and it's one of the most badass songs I've heard.)

-Greedy Bastards

*Nine Inch Nails

(Their whole album of pretty hate machine, year zero and with teeth.)

*The legendary Johnny Cash. (Do I need to say more on this man? I know conservatives love him but if they actually read his lyrics. They would hate him.)

Banned/hobie would hate them

TW: SA

*The casualties (the front man is accused and outed for SA by a fan.)

*GG Allen (please don't... this man is the absolute scum of the earth.)

This is all I can think of and give some of them a listen or two.

[fr-likes-chocolate]

Pt three of Quesadilla island Simulator

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Of course, Dapper and Ramon didn’t take the news of the hidden cryo tank room lightly, Chayanne had to slap his hands over their mouths before they could yell out.

“Shhhhhhh! Shut it!!! You can’t make a commotion! We are going to get taken like Tilin and Trump!” Cheyanne hissed. Ramon and Dapper both gave muffled protests but complied. Chayanne pushed them into his room, “Look. Trump is the reason I know about this cryo tank room. After he told me about the room he, along with Tilin and Juanaflippa disappeared almost immediately after. You two need to keep this quiet before we go missing too.” Chayanne hissed at them. Ramon and Dapper glanced at each other and nodded. Chayanne sighed, “We can talk about this tomorrow let’s ju-“ Richarlyson burst into the room, “Guys!! Bobby’s game avatar died and I can’t find him!” He cried. Dapper, Ramon, and Cheyanne looked at each other, “We are too late... They got Bobby...”

A week later Chayanne slipped off his headset and sighed, The Federation knew... Why were they not saying anything about it, why had he not disappeared like the others? As he walked down the hall, he heard footsteps behind him. Chayanne stayed calm as the person put their hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, “Turn into the next door on the left.” A cold shiver ran up Chayanne’s spine, was that... Flippa?

Chayanne did as she asked, walking into the room, he felt a cold hand gently guide him to a chair, then had him sit in it. He waited quietly, unsure of how to feel. Soon four figures entered quietly and stood in front of Chayanne. He studied their faces with horror worming itself into his heart. He hoped that the four would do something aside from stare at him with their cold and soulless eyes. Finally Chayanne called out to them.

“Bobby, Tilin, Flippa, Trump... What did they do to you?”

——

From the moment Richarlyson logged on, he knew something was wrong. One of his ‘dads’, Felps, had been missing for two days now, and now Cellbit, another one of his dads was worried. He started to worry when Cellbit told him to stay with Forever, and that he was going to look for Felps. Worry turned to panic when he got a notification saying to immediately log off due to an emergency. He excused himself quickly, ran to a safe spot, and then logged off.

As Richarlyson made his way back to the dorm, he looked back to see Leonarda and Dapper jogging up to him. “Hey, Richas- why the hell is there some sort of emergency? There's no fire alarm or anything...” Leonarda asked, Richarlyson shrugged, “No clue. My guess is that it has to do with the simulation. Maybe a virus infected it.” Dapper nodded quietly, lost in thought.

As the trio walked down the halls, they sat in silence. Dapper obviously had a lot on his mind, ‘Probably something to do with the conversation he was having with Chayanne and Ramon I walked in on.’ Richarlyson thought, he shuttered at the thought. He had left quickly after Chayanne said that Bobby was probably gone in the same sense as the three other testers were. That scared Richarlyson because no matter how smug and annoying Bobby was to him, he still loved him like a brother. Richarlyson hoped he was ok.

As the trio rounded the corner, they slammed into two figures who had been bolting down the hallway. Richarlyson bonked heads with one of the men, making all his senses go fuzzy. All he saw as he fell to the ground was the man’s brown hair with a shocking white streak running through it. He heard Dapper shouting something and hands grabbing him. Soon he was in the dorm, sitting on his bed, The two men were standing near him and Dapper was talking to them frantically. Finally, his head started to clear, he felt his face and was met with a large bump on his forehead. ”Dapper o que diabos aconteceu? quem são eles?” he groaned, at this, both of the men went wide-eyed at him, “....Richarlyson?” the one in red asked, he nodded, “Sim, sou eu, quem você pensava que eu era?” Suddenly it clicked, he knew these two, the white-streaked man with cat ears and his elf-eared companion. “Hey Dapper? I realized what that alert was about...” he murmured, dapper nodded solemnly at him, “You have no idea.”

[skylarstark4826]

Can you handle it?

"We Snarts. Always so full of snarks" Lisa smirked at Sara and her brother.

The four of them had been lounging at Leonard and Lisa's living room after having been out, going from bar to bar the whole night. Such nocturnal outings weren't really Cisco's thing, but Lisa ended up convincing him to accompany her. No matter how many nasty things he wished his then innocent eyes haven't witnessed or how many bar brawls made him almost panic and want to run for it, Lisa's excitement won him over. The Legends were back in 2019 for a short vacation and his girlfriend wanted to make the most out of it, not only with her brother and Mick, but also – and specially – with Sara, her adored sister-in-law.

"Well, lucky for you, you'll be a Ramon soon" Cisco gave her one of his nerdy grins from his spot on the floor.

Lisa threw her head back and just laughed though, as if she had heard the joke of the year. Taking a glance at the couple chilling on the couch next to her, Cisco felt a little embarrassed to find them looking just as amused.

"Oh baby, you got me wrong. I love every second of it"

"That means too bad for you, kid." Leonard drawled out while he played with Sara's hair.

Not wanting for them to see his bruised ego, at the same time knowing he failed miserably at it, Cisco tried some humor relief for good measure. "No Ramon for you then?"

"Sorry, baby. But if youwant…" she trailed off with a teasing smile.

"No. Thanks, I'm good"

One thing was to date Lisa and coming to terms with his feelings for her to the point where they even discussed - more like, joked about - marriage or to become used to these siblings and their codes and to be able to lounge in the company of one Captain Cold while still having a good time. Another was to be one of them.

Snart – both man and name – still gave him chills.

Now, looking at how the once Sara Lance stretched herself like a kitten while draped on her husband's lap, wearing only a t-shirt too huge to be hers, and her platinum locks sitting too wild to make them look subtle, Cisco still couldn't get over his perplexity at how easy this has come for her.

The former League assassin, now a vigilante in the light, still had room for a kind of duality he wasn't used in seeing in the heroes he walked with. Sure, Cisco knew Barry and Kara weren't up for comparison, being as pure and good as they were, but he believed even Queen himself still walked a reasonable straight line.

Sara Snart, on the other hand, known as the White Canary, didn't do straight it seemed. She did kick the asses of too many scary bad guys for him to count. Yet, she still revealed to own a much darker side where not only she could so easily come to terms with her husband's questionable anti-heroic mindset, but also actually look as pleased as a kitten with ball of wool whenever Snart gave into his past heist habits and came home with something shiny for her.

For someone who was a vigilante during the night and Captain Lance's daughter (who the serious man still called his "baby girl"), Sara was as ambiguous and complex as they come.

He, on the other hand, still struggled. One can't choose who they love and he knew that too well because, as luck would have it, Lisa was it for him.

Cisco did try to fight this feelings though. Among other failed attempts, he tried it with Caitlin, but it didn't feel right. They both soon realized that nothing would come out of it other than a special friendship – one he treasured a lot.

Looking at Sara now, all child-like grins and femme fatale's charm while laughing at something her husband has said, even he knew she was too much for his boat. And was relieved to have been wise enough to listen to his good senses where Sara then Lance now Snart was concerned, for the lastperson he wished to cross was Captain Cold.

So everything came back to Lisa again and that scared him. Enough to say Sara feeling so carefree andat ease in this scenario didn't help him. Whenever he pointed that out to Lisa though, she'd have her words at ready for him.

"'s thing called love, baby. She wants Lenny the way he is and is proud of it. She took me and Mick the way weare and we love her for who she is. Now, Ilove you, but can youhandle this?"

Despite her signature smirk and flirty eyes, Cisco could hear her hurt. Still, he couldn't find it in himself to feel any different. He didn't walk paths of greys like Sara Snart. He was a good guy, enthusiastic about saving the world and willing to do anything for his friends. He wasn't a survivor like the three of them, or like Mick or Oliver. He had it easy, obviously.

But where did that leave him where the Snarts were concerned? Where Lisa was concerned?

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

My favorite bit for some reason is our Millies switching places like-

My Millie, to your Dylan: Something about you HAS to be normal. ANYTHING. You don’t have a Junji Ito obsession, you’ve never read IT or Pet Sematary, do you at LEAST, at the VERY LEAST, have DID?

Dylan: …DID, like dissociative identity disorder? Why would I-

My Millie: *screams*

-

My Millie, going through your Millie’s music downloads: If I have to read the name Machine Gun Kelly one more time I’m going to put a machine gun to my head.

Your Millie: Like you’re one to talk! Look at your own downloads. To/Die/For, Evanescence, My Dying Bride, Evanescence, Evanescence, Motionless in White, My Dying Bride, Motionless in White, My Dying Bride, Motionless in White, My Dying Bride, My Dying Bride-

My Millie: Point taken.

Your Millie, staring her down: Sleeping with Sirens, Evanescence, Motionless in White, Evanescence, My Dying Bride, To/Die/For, My Dying Bride, My Dying-

My Millie: POINT TAKEN.

Your Millie, louder and more intensely: BRIDE, MY DYING BRIDE, SLEEPING WITH SIRENS, MOTIONLESS IN WHITE, EVANESCENCE, TO/DIE/FOR, MY DYING BRIDE, MY DYING BRIDE, MY DYING BRIDE, SLEEPING WITH SIRENS, BLACK VEIL BRIDES, MY DYING BRIDE.

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Your Millie, to my Dylan and Brooke: Where’s your third one?

Brooke: Our third one?

Your Millie: Yeah, are you guys not a triad?

Dylan: Nah. *glances at Brooke* Not yet, at least. Brooke has been thinking about asking a… certain goth girl out.

Your Millie: ??????

-

My Millie, at her absolute wit’s end trying to find a relation between her Dylan and yours: Do you listen to Blitzkid.

Dylan: No.

My Millie: Have you ever HEARD of Blitzkid?

Dylan: No.

Millie: The Misfits??

Dylan: No?

Millie: Death?

Dylan: That’s on the nose.

Millie: Dead Kennedys?!

Dylan: ?? No???

Millie: The RAMONES??

Dylan: No!

Millie: DEATH GRIPS.

Dylan: I’ve heard of them at least, will you stop yelling at me now?

This would be a hilarious fanfic or AU, I love it omfg 💞💞💞💕💕💘💖💖💕💞💓��

I think the biggest and most obvious difference would be between my versions of Millie’s grandpa and CTW Funtime Freddy, and your versions of Millie’s grandpa and CTW Funtime Freddy if your Millie ended up in one of my AUs with CTW Funtime Freddy x Millie’s grandpa in it

Like just imagine your Millie witnesses my CTW Funtime Freddy walking up to my Millie’s grandpa and calling him one of his many pet names like “MY GOOD BUNNY~” and Millie’s grandpa is just casually like “hi there teddy bear!! ^^” and gives him a peck on the lips, and your Millie is just watching like 😦 “WHAT THE FU-“

Meanwhile my Millie sees your CTW Funtime Freddy being all friendly with your Millie’s grandpa, and her overprotective granddaughter instincts kick in so she starts trailing after your CTW Funtime Freddy trying to dismantle him, and your Millie’s grandpa is all “GIRLIE WHAT THE FUCK HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU-“ while she’s beating tf out of him yelling “I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HIM YOU PERV!!!!”, while your CTW Funtime Freddy is just cowering before her wondering what he did wrong lmao-

[starlightmoon96]

Yandere Optimus Prime /Yandere Megatron x OC character chapter 4

Due to the rain Sabina got back to her apartment a little late, but not late enough to hide her new books under her mattress before she forgot. After she did that she was getting the snacks out and ready, just as she finished setting up the Romina drinks her phone started ringing and she answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hello Sabina its Optimus, I was calling to check up on you." Hearing him say that made her smile as she spoke

"Aw how sweet of you. I kind of had a stressful day, it took me hours to finally complete my project and I had to do the paperwork to turn it in." As she was talking she sat down on her love seat

"Then stupid me I forgot my umbrella and it was raining."

"You forgot?" The way he said it to Sabina it sounded like he didn't believe her so she answered him

"Well…this guy Tom he gave me his umbrella it's the third time a met him."

"Three times, so you don't know him well I take it?" For some reason Sabina could have sworn that optimus sounded a little serious in that question, she grabbed the apple that was sitting on her table and looked at it as she answered him

"Yeah, but something about him feels off it me. Like he's wearing a shell of someone else disguising himself, my instincts are telling me not to trust him. I don't know what do you think?"

"If you feel uneasy with him then it's best to avoid him, I would be more than happy to aid you Sabina."

"Really you'd take up for time for me, I pictured you the very busy type with you being leader and all that?" She asked him that after he spoke to her, Sabina remember that she never opened her present that she got from Tōshirō. So she got up and went to her bedroom as she heard optimus speak to her over the phone

"There are some days when I don't have missions, I usually find something to entertain myself." As she was talking Sabina went over to her dresser and got the wrapped gift from the top of it, she was opening it as she spoke to optimus.

"Entertain yourself? So I'm like your new last resort booty call? Well everyone had their taste so I won't judge on that. I guess I can relate to that?" When she finished unwrapping her gift she opened the lid to the big and was a little surprised, inside was a music box she knew what kind of music box it was. While she was talking she took it out of the box

"Listen can I call you back later or something I got friends coming over any minute, I got to get everything ready for them." He said his goodbye's to her and she end the call before she straightened things out she looked over at the counter at the apple that was placed there, not taking any changed she threw it in the garbage. Realizing that her shoes where still on she took them off which made her feel a little better after putting on her fluffy slippers, even with the ankle brace on her it was still relaxing. Then she took her pain killers along with her vitamins, Sabina couldn't help but think of her father. Sure he agreed to someone for her to marry without her permission he was still her father regardless, Sabina barely knew her mother that died of cancer when she was four years old. The only thing she remembered was that her mother loved her eyes, like looking at gems that shinned in the sunlight. Reality came back hearing the knocks at the door and she knew who they belonged too, all her friends came in when Sabina opened the door for them and sure enough they were pretty shocked to see the inside of her apartment condo complex. They were exploring each room admiring everything, seeing the art studio and library really got the questions going for Sabina.

"Alright fess up how are you able to afford this place, I looked up the building and the rent here is over six grand a month." The girl that said that was Yuko the next girl the spoke was my friend from work Heather

"This place would cost me half a year salary and living off cheap ramon and bottle water forever for everything here. Who paying the rent for you?" Sabina sighed and answered her question

"Tōshirō Hanamoto pays for my living expenses." Yuko was very shocked to hear me say that name and she repeated it in shock

"Tōshirō Hanamoto? He pays for you rent why didn't you tell me you knew him personally Sabina?" After she asked that Jasmine asked her

"You know the guy?"

"Know him? He's a very popular art collected he owns one of the best galleries in the country and in Japan? Sabina why haven't you said anything and how did you met such a stud?" After she asked her that Sabina told them how she met him of course she left out faking her death and the real reason, Sabina's friends felt sorry for her hearing that she didn't have any family. Now that thought of Tōshirō as a hero for helping her, Sabina showed them pictures of my art pieces and my awards from my senior year of high school and the ones from his art gallery. Once all that was over she had to know the knowledge of BTS before going to their concert, Sabina had to act like she didn't know them. She already did from her old life thanks to her old friends that introduced her to kpop and all that stuff, she still preferred fall out boy as her all-time favorite American band. She missed having these type of conversations it reminded Sabina of her old Otaku friends, she also missed going to anime conventions with them and meeting all the friendly and open people. Sabina was never into cosplaying but she did always love taking pictures of everyone that caught her attention, but it was the same years when she found out what she heard her father say. Even at those conventions she felt as if she was being watch, even though there where thousands of people and her friends right near her. When that was all over everyone started to chow down on the snack, while that was happening Sabina got a call from Tōshirō. Of course she left her apartment and answered it as she was standing near the stair case so that her friends would listen to her call if they decided too.

"Tōshirō hi. Is this good news?" Was her question to him and he answered her

"Yes I managed to work out a couple of things and we go to your father's past sometime around next Tuesday. Is that alright with you?"

"Yeah next Tuesday should be fine. Listen there's something I should tell you? I remembered something today? I think it's the reason why I know you?" Hearing her say that from his line Tōshirō said to her

"What is it?" With those three words Sabina looked around and even at the stair case making sure no one was around before she spoke over the phone

"A couple of days ago I encountered someone at the collage's bar something about him was familiar but I couldn't figure out where from. Not long after that I accidentally bumped into him when I was hanging out with my friends in China town, and today I met him again then it quickly hit me. I met him when I was in 8th grade by accident something about him was something off about him he wasn't normal like you and me, I still have the feeling about him I think he was connected to my dad somehow? I'm sure of it?" Right after she said that Tōshirō asked her

"What's his name?"

"Um Tom. Tom Negran. But I'm not sure that's his real name?" After she said that Tōshirō said to her

"Don't worry Sabina I'll find out what I can about this guy. I won't let anything bad happen to you again."

"Tōshirō Hanamoto you're my brave knight in shimmering armor." Sabina said that to him while she was smiling and from Tōshirō's side he smiled and he barely placed his hand on his chest while he spoke on the phone

"And you're the princess that needed that brave knight." He heard Sabina giggled from her line and he started to chuckle for a few seconds then she said to him while she was still smiling

"Why can't there be more guys with your amazing personality? If we were the same age I'd date you the second we first met? But you already knew that? Actually if all guys where like you, it would get really creepy real quick. Anyway I'll call you later I can't talk long my friends are here and some of them are the noisy type." What Sabina didn't know that someone was listening to her conversation from the lower part of the staircase, the one that was listening was optimus in his holoform. He heard everything and paid very close attention to the part where she mentioned the encountered, he realized that it had to have been megatron using a holoform to interact with her. The thing that got him the most was hearing that Tōshirō was her knight, it made him mad. He'd never really felt anger the way he was feeling at that moment, but during that moment he heard one of Sabina's friends calling out to her. With that his holoform disappeared completely from inside the building, from Sabina's apartment Sabina was trying to get her friends quite she didn't want to get noise complaints.

Hours had past and it wasn't even 5am let, one of Sabina's friends woke her up and she questioned why so early? From what she was told the lines to the concert get long pretty quickly and we had to get there before the lines gets far too long, Sabina didn't want to complain too much about time. But seeing her friends getting all excited about the concert made her a little happy, like her friends she wore the BTS outfit she bought on amazon. For safety measures she wore black leggings under her outfit, since her had to wear her ankle brace she wore black warm flat ankle boots. Jasmine was more than happy to style Sabina's hair which she did a long double French braid once that was over Sabina decided to wear her sapphire pendent necklace, she saw that Yuko was packing a couple of things in Sabina's new BTS back pack. Within thirty minutes they all left the apartment complex not before Sabina locked her door of course, we all took an uber limbo around where the concert was taking place since there was a lot of them it was the only vehicle that they could take. Around six the line was already starting to get long around fifty people where already ahead of them when they all managed to get there, that only made Jasmine and Naerim upset in turn made Sabina a little shocked seeing this many people waiting in line at the hour it was and she noticed that they were around High School girls. She was hoping that she wouldn't bump into someone she knew in her old life as Caroline when her new friends are around, as the hours past the line behind us only got larger and larger going out for about what looked like miles.

"Is it just me or at everyone in this line women and high school girls?" Was what Sabina said to her friends and Heather answered her question

"Well da of course you've seen pictures of the band there all pretty damn hot." After she said that she started fan girl giggling as she was talking

"And we actually get to meet them. I can die happy." Sabina barely looked around and noticed a Starbucks and she asked everyone

"Hey anyone want Starbuck we're going to be here for a while?" All her friends wanted a Starbucks, Sabina knew what everyone likes so she didn't bother writing it down when she got inside the coffee shop her friend Yuko was there with her to help carry the coffees with her.

"Just look at that line it looks like it just got longer? How long until the concert starts?" Sabina asked Yuko that question looking out the Starbucks window waiting for their order then Yuko answered her question

"In two hours, since the line is so long there going to start getting people inside soon. Now is a good time for a Starbucks than later." As Yuko was still talking she smiled

"You know Sabina it's nice to see you hanging out with us like this, your always busy with classes, pieces for galleries and work. You rarely have time for stuff like this, it wasn't like that when I met you in Highschool." Sabina looked over at Yuko and said to her

"Thank you again for not saying anything about him to everyone, I don't want them breathing down my neck and great acting by the way Yuko." when Sabina looked back at the line she saw something that she was afraid of seeing. In the line that was a little feather away from the Starbucks Sabina saw some of her old friends from New York in her old life, even though it had been six years she still remembered what they looked like. Luckily they were far from close to be anywhere near her or her new friends.

"Sabina our order is ready" Hearing Yuko said that caught Sabina's attention when she turned around and bumped into someone

"Oh my god I'm so sorry." She apologized to the man she bumped into, Sabina didn't know that she spoke to Optimus in his holoform. He of course turned around and spoke to her with a friendly smile on his face

"No need to apologies, young miss." Sabina couldn't help but noticed that this man's presents felt very familiar, she stepped aside from him and he let her pass through, Yuko was holding her share of cups in her hands when Sabina finally made it to the counter and held the cups in her hands and Yuko whispered near me

"The guy you bumped into is pretty hot Sabina." Right after Yuko said that Sabina started blushing as she was heading to the door with her friend

"Come on Yuko you said that line is going to move soon?" To her surprised the man that was optimus opened the front door for them and they went out and said at the same time

"Thanks." With that the two of them hurried to the others just when the line started to move slowly, optimus was surprised looking at the massive line that Sabina and her friend where in. He also noticed the mostly all of the humans in the line where young women, he couldn't just walk up to the arena and see what was going on for himself. The VIP's got a lot closer to the stage which where the best spots to be, they were any chairs so everyone had to stand. Hearing the excitement from the people around really brought up the spirits, mostly to Sabina's friends. But Sabina couldn't help but gaze around looking for her old friends making sure they weren't anywhere near by, though she still could help by thing about the man from the coffee shop something about him was so familiar to her but at the same time off.

"Two hours later once the concert was over the VIP stayed for the meet and greet along with autographs from all the band members, Sabina was really looking forward after seeing BTS's dancing. She loved great dancers, all the band members where so nice in person Naerim spoke to the band members in Korean when it was there turn for the meet and greet. One of the band members Suga compliments Sabina's eyes and mentioned that she looked like a living doll the second she shook his hand, she told him that they were her real eye color as was her real appearance which surprised him. He then kissed her hand that made her friends fan girl scream as did the others that were waiting in line, Sabina was completely speechless lost for words as she took back her hand and blushed at the same time. Once the meet and greet was done for and all that Sabina and her friends left and returned back outside Sabina's apartment, after paying the limo driving all her friends said their goodbyes to Sabina as they were leaving and she was returning to her apartment since she had work in the morning. It didn't take her long to get ready for bed she simply slipped into a small nightgown, which was quick to change in and out of. Sabina finally managed to sleep after an hour of trying, what she was unaware of was her door slowing opened revealing that optimus was the one that opened it from the other side. Instead of using his Holoform he used his own form but was human sized he managed to sneak in the building without the camera's spotting him, he crept closer to her and listened to her even breaths. He leaned down and presses his lip plates on her to her lips gently, he felt his spark pulsing like crazy. He pulled back checking if she did not woke up, which she didn't optimus then carefully climbed onto the bed so that he could be atop of her. Optimus saw that she was still beautiful even in sleep, he gently moved some of her hair away from her neck and face. Seeing more closely how thin her neck was started to make him lick his own lips, he then bent down started to trailing soft kisses on from her neck down to the lower end of Sabina's collar bones Optimus loved the feel of her skin. He wanted to leave his mark on her but was afraid to wake her up, he wanted too so badly to show megatron that he couldn't have Sabina. Optimus slowing continued kissing down past Sabina's collar to the center of her chest where her heart was, he gently rested his head there listening to her heart beat that made him smile. He wanted to stay like that, he knew he couldn't so he lifted up his head and trailed up more kissed up past her neck and captured her lips again.

[where-we-pause]

If I miss anything about working in an office it's been the music I'd share with coworkers. "Hey Peg, we heard you're coming in to work in the back” pot shop employees outside smoking flagged me down as I walked into the little shop and cackled to themselves. "Hi guys, yeah I am. Why, what's the deal?” "Well you're going to work with T. He's negative." "That's it?" "Yeah, he’s a cranky guy. Good luck!" I ignored them. I'm from Florida guys, being abrasive like a cat at first is common. I went in. There's T, an older man with a focused face on what he's processing for edibles. "Oh it's...you," he says in a monotone voice. Could be worse? "Hey T!" I settled in, setup where I needed to work. I see the computer sitting in the middle of the room. He is good at darting his eyes away and overall is annoyed at the number of people that come through the shop. I need to figure this man out, and quickly so we can get to work. "Hey T, in the '90s were you into Nirvana or not?" This should work, I've learned there are specific opinions about this since living in Seattle. "Fuck no, FUCK SUB POP. I love... The Ramones!" he said like a badge of honor. Oh, he likes The Ramones? Well, this should be easy. I load up The Ramones for him, thinking I can keep DJing, working, and talking through his interests on this like a... therapist. We listen to a range of music, usually falling into a routine most days of The Ramones and having woven in The Detroit Cobras and The Dirtbombs now to his delight. We have a good routine with the music and production happening. When an extra person tries to jump in the mix, they're trying to suggest music or they come in changing it right away. T's body would tense up, creating waves of negativity in the space and releasing a low groan. I couldn't have that, so I’d relocate said people trying to play their music away, set them up with dabs, make sure they were filming for their Instagram so people know, take a dab myself, and then I'd sneak back to my desk. Then one day, I was going through some other tracks to see what T might like. I put a song on, walked away to get something, came back and sat down. T's face for the first time had lit up like a child on Christmas. "What? What is it T, what is it?!" "Peg what is that song.. I've heard it before.." He recognized the song but couldn't place it like when it took me a good month to track down This Charming Man by The Smiths. "T are you serious? You don't know what this song is?" Now, I am excited realizing my power. "This song is called The Sign by Ace of Base! It's a classic!" T didn't just like the song. He loved it. We played it so much, other people coming through would be annoyed about the routine. Oh cmon Peg and T, no more Ace of Base! It became an instant mood pick up when starting to play it. We'd close up, always playing that stupid song, splitting a joint, and leaving while still singing along to it.

[svtskneecaps]

op i'm so sorry you ignited something in me i have listened to the full undertale soundtrack so many times it is my Study Aid and i am a monster

to transfer some thoughts i already replied with:

ramon - "bonetrousle" reason: vibes. i'm right.

richarlyson - "hopes and dreams" reason: his outlook on life and death gives me those vibes, since he's been on one life since his third day. he's still a very happy individual and he does a lot around the server with his dads and his surrogate dads. also, vibes.

tilin - "heartache" reason: while i never saw tilin alive, based on what i heard they seemed like someone who was desperate yet kept fighting, which fit the vibes of heartache to me. my first thought was tallulah, but tallulah was always very resigned to her predicament.

egg trump - "song that might play when you fight sans" reason: we. we know why. (this song does not play anywhere in the game)

dapper - for an ost song, "spear of justice" reason: homie is overpowered as shit and could kill you but won't. unless he will (foolish). also, he's like his dad in that he has a strong loyalty to the server and his siblings

tallulah - "home" reason: yeah i'm basic. i chose this over "undertale" because the song "home" to me has always had a melancholy vibe; this home is empty, but it is still HOME despite it all. tallulah is lonely and sad without her papa but she's trying her best to love despite that.

chayanne - "battle against a true hero" reason: this poor kid just wants to protect. phil's little warrior. he's against impossible odds and a monster whose only reason for being is murder and he just wants to protect everyone he loves. sorry chayanne.

pomme - "bring it in, guys!" reason: pomme assigned herself "dearly beloved" from kingdom hearts, the title theme and inextricably linked with themes of friendship. the credits song from undertale's true pacifist ending seemed a good parallel!!

bobby - "oh! dungeon" reason: he will kill you and he will probably be singing while he does it.

leo - "can you really call this a hotel i didn't receive a mint on my pillow" reason: bouncing and the littlest bit silly, plus parallels her technically being the most spoiled egg on the server lol. honorable mention to "another medium"; that song has a firm resolve and a mysterious air that i think parallels leo nicely, with her strange dreams and her attempts to create a robot body so she can stay with her parents forever

juanaflippa - "ghost fight" reason: i'm tentative on this but i just like the thought of the high part + the low part representing her two dads and the fact that they're constantly in conflict but she loves them both anyway and forms one full song with their help. plus there's an element of like. aggression but like a nebulous aggression, in like a "i might kill you but it wouldn't be personal lol" kind of way

gegg: "temmie village" reason: gegg

Because Pomme said that she thinks Dapper's theme song would be Megalo Strike Back, it pulled me back into my "Undertale Phase" and now I'm thinking.

What Undertale instrumental would fit each egg? B/c I honestly I think giving the eggs (yes even the passed ones) each a theme song would be really cool, as well as each q! Character as well.

But for right know I'm just asking for the eggs. So yeah, What Undertale insturmental do you think would fit each egg?

(Also yeah I know Megalo Strike Back isn't technically a "Undertale theme song", it's fan made one but I think what Pomme choose for Dapper was a pretty good choice ❤.)

[monstermaster13]

TftW: In The Twilight Zone

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Some people wear masks and costumes to cosplay, some do it just because they’re shy and some just wear them because they don’t bother to show their face. Ramon was once person, a man who was always constantly with his head in the clouds and with a mask on his face that looked like a white rabbit, you’d figure that he’d take that mask off sometime, which he did, he just wore a mask to hide his identity because he wasn’t confident in himself.

One evening he decided to play a little bit of a game, he entered what appeared to be a Twilight Zone themed escape room and he thought he could handle it, but he found himself out of his element, normally he would have been able to use the magic abilities he inherited from his late uncle but unfortunately he was out of luck.

He looked all around, but found himself running into people wearing masks that resembled the ones from the ‘Masks’ episode of the original series, followed by the Martians from the episode ‘Will The Real Martian Please Stand Up?’ and the gremlin, however the gremlin was from the movie adaptation of ‘Nightmare At 20,000 Ft’.

“I thought I could handle this but I cannot.”

“Need some help?”

“Yes.”

‘You see, many people wear a mask whether it be a literal one or a proverbial one. You had a mask on to represent your own ideals, you thought you were brave enough to handle this but you can’t.’ ‘That’s true.’ Ramon removed his rabbit-like mask as he understood what the voice was saying, it was very profound, of course he wasn’t a bad guy, he just was sometimes way too eager to prove himself.

He was always a lesser character, nothing more, he only showed up in a few episodes but everyone wondered what he was, he clearly was a human ,a human character who masqueraded as someone he wasn’t, he heard the voice speak profoundly and found himself agreeing.

A pair of ghostly hands guided him through the attraction before showing him a mirror room, in the mirror room he saw his reflection, a reflection of a much better version of how he turned out, how he wished he could achieve it, he learned in close to the mirror and thought…’i wish that was me.’

As if by some kind of supernatural circumstance his wish was granted but it left a series of tingling feelings in his body as his skin softened and smoothened, his arms lengthened as his hand shrank, his nails lengthening in the process.

In addition to this his chest and torso slimmed, with a pair of what was commonly known as breasts developing on the former as his legs contorted, his stomach slimmed in the process and his scars healed up. His privates contorted as his hips flared up and his feet shrunk, his hair turning from brunette to a light blonde color as it lengthened.

His eyebrows thinned and his eyes widened, eyelashes blossoming around them as his nose shrunk and his features softened, feminizing and taking on a familiar appearance, he looked over at one of the walls which showed the scene from the movie’s adaptation of ‘It’s A Good Life’ which featured the babysitter character being trapped in the tv.

“That’s Nancy Cartwright.”

That’s when he recognized his face…he was turning into the character ‘Ethel’, the babysitter who got stuck in the television and he realized this when he heard his voice in the same way as his appearance while his neckline altered and his shoulders shrank inward, his voice altered to sound exactly like Ethel’s voice, which is to say it sounded like Nancy Cartwright. As his lips plumped up and his jawline softened, his transformation finished, and he or rather ‘she’ as she could now be called was a perfect doppelganger of the Ethel character.

She managed to find the end of the attraction and escaped through it, she was congratulated for it and rewarded, of course now she didn’t need the rabbit mask to pose as someone else, she was comfortable with herself.

“How did it feel to win the challenge?”

“It was definitely a thrilling experience.”

And thus with that she headed back home,and decided to relax, having finished another challenge that was sent to her by ‘the voice’ and she relaxed for the evening.

Later on though she did find another challenge but that challenge took her into another place, a place she hadn’t seen before, a place known as the ‘Twilight Zone’. And thus comes to the moral of the day, sometimes these stories aren’t always about someone getting punished for being a bad person in the form of a transformation, sometimes not all the endings are dark and depressing, sometimes the ending doesn’t even need to be that shocking, it just needs to be just right and to be the calm after the storm.

[artemiseamoon]

A preview: Flirting with Danger

(gif credit to owner 😁) | fic can be read as RC or OC

*** a treat preview **** chapter in the works **** stay tuned *****

An: Okay my narocs mx bbs, the next chapter of Flirting with Danger is officially in creation! I am writing it as we speak. Here is a little snippet to hold you over. I do have some work-work to do, tonight and tomorrow, so it's hard to say when this will be ready. But a safe guess is by this weekend. :)

Warnings: if you are following this fic, you already know the warnings, and if you have seen the show. Want more fic warnings, go here. Don’t like the fic, don’t read it. There are plenty of fics around! You have choices.

After leaving the tray, you sat on the arm of the couch and set your gaze on the tv screen. Your eyes lingered there for a moment, then moved to Ramon.

As you continue to sort your thoughts, Ramon asks Benjamin if they've heard from Amado yet. When Min says no, a small argument starts between them.

It's only stopped by the door finally opening. All three of you turn to it, Ramon jumps to his feet and tosses the controller aside. He's with Dina's in no time.

She’s is in the same clothes you last saw her in. Ramon tries to hug her, then kisses the top of her head. Dina’s head is lowered, her eyes fixed on the wedding band between her fingers.

Benjamin is still by the window, like his younger brother, his expression is full of concern. His tone is instantly softer than the one he was just using with Ramon. “You should eat something.”

Ramon nods, his hands still gently on Dinas shoulders. She raises her head slightly, but keeps her face angled toward the wall. A nervous smile pulled on Mons lips, he glances at you, Min, then back at Dina.

With her eyes still downcast, Enedina asked, “Is Chapo dead?”

In reaction to the question, Benjamin inhales sharply then faces the window again, unable to look at her; unable to give her the answer she so desperately needs. Benjamin's jaw tensed, “we’re on it.” he looks at her again, trying to reassure her, “he’s been on the move.”

Enedina instantly raises her eyes to Ramon, a pained and angry expression on her face. Ramon drops his gaze, then looks to Benjamin. He still has one hand on her shoulder.

Turning on her heels, Enedina swiftly goes back into the room and slams the door. Ramon calls after her, but doesn’t get in before she closes, then locks it. Ramon bangs on the door, continuing to call her name.

After shouting at the door, Ramon presses his hands against it, “I’ll make this right! I’m going to kill him for you!” Ramon turns, fixing his eyes on his brother.

Ramons eyes are black down, dark with anger and fury, with revenge. “Now what?” Ramon stands before Benjamin, “keep waiting?”

Benjamin's arms are crossed again, he takes a deep breath and stares out the window, though you can't fully see him anymore, you can see tension in his profile.

“Fuck everyone,” Benjamin meets Ramons eyes with his own, “I want Chapo's head. Tell Barron, I want his fucking guys here now.”

Ramon nods, glances at you once, then leaves the room. As you watched him leave, Benjamin stepped closer to where you are,

“If she needs anything, anything at all -“ he doesn't finish the sentence, but you know he doesn't have to.

“Yes. Of course.”

He leaves the room.

The knot in your guy just doubled in size. Now, as shit is about to go down, you’re keeping watch over Enedina. Not that you minded, you care about her, you want to help. But by doing this, any chances you had of slipping away soon just diminished significantly.

Standing up, you go to the window and push the curtain aside, same as Min was, you stare out the window. If Benjamin is giving the okay for Barrons guys to come in, then that means they'll be used as the hit squad.

A plan was unfolding now, without Amado. The agent in you wants to move around the house, to pick up what little crumbs you can. But the thought doesn't last long.

Hit with a sudden wave of nausea, you sink down on the couch and lay across it. You don't know if it's the lack of sleep, or the stress of this situation, but your stomach has been a mess and you're having trouble keeping food down.

Then there's the other possibility, the natural outcome of how reckless you and Ramon have been; you can't even let yourself go there, you can't say the words. Just the idea of it terrifies you.

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[fruit-sauce]

wawawawaaaa,,, these are absolutely getting the creativity flowing! If you write anything, please do tag/send it to me! I’d be super happy if my ideas are implemented in stuff like that!

From all the stuff he does, maybe Roier molts fairly regularly? Compared to a little wolf spider, it’s not as intense, but still a process to deal with. Frantically messaging Jaiden “COME HERE NOW PLEASE ITS TIME MY HUSBAND IS AWAY HELP” and she’s like “ok no prob bestie omw” she brings good smelling soaps and whatever he may need or want to help him shed, they are so family <3

yessss lion Vegetta!!! I was thinking about what animal/creature he would be for this past while and it just randomly came to mind, glad it fits so well, I was thinking of his skin and the fanart I’ve seen, the sleek body with large pauldrons and/or collar, and i was like “I’m getting a feeling...” plus, he just has the aura to him, especially with his base

Slime Rancher, that fits so well! Pac and Mike would definitely try to use Mike’s explosions as a power source, at least once or twice, for science! Mike then going from “that’s just a human guy” to goopy little creature is so cute too,,, semi-transparent Charlie is something I’ve never thought of, but it sounds super cool! It reminds me of like. when you put ice in a cup of juice? 

I see Max and Dan as, at the very least, mortal. They are two of the closest to normal human as you can get from the island. Dan, thinking about Grimm rn, has something (maybe a curse? bounded soul?) related to death (maybe even the goddess of death, mumza,,,?), but Max is something that I’m iffy about. Most of the time, he’s human, but I have seen someone call him a shapeshifter/doppelganger! Super interesting, but I think him being just some guy is sillier,,, having robotic parts isn’t bad either, I might mess around with that idea later when I design him,,,

Fit is also a human, but I think his time on 2b2t messed him up in some way. I know it’s technically a glove, but I’ve heard so many people and seen so much art with his arm being mechanical, that I can’t see him without it (even BEING the potato gun/can connect to his potato gun) Maybe Ramon likes to mess around with it, add some upgrades and make it less “I made this in under an hour with my one hand”, or even just adding some decal for the aesthetic. That man has bird mannerisms, totally from Phil, curious, territorial, very protective of his beautiful baby boy made in heaven by god himself, the whole thing. awww but Ramon getting a little nest is so adorable! They come home from a long adventure, both too tired to make their beds, so Fit pushes together all their blankets and pillows to make a messy nest for the night,,,,

Antoine is such an interesting case. I’ve seen people make him fully non-human, while others make him a guy with... a weird fashion sense.... so he’s another one I’ll have to take some extra thought too, his skin is quite confusing, but it is fun to see, he makes me think of a cardboard box that a kid drew faces on with markers or crayons (im having so many Antoine and Pomme ideas now omg)

I love having non-human headcanons for the qsmp members, especially for silly dumb reasons

I’m just saying, the image I just got of Roier trying to do a courtship dance for Cellbit and Cellbit not knowing wtf he’s doing bc they’re totally different animals is pretty funny

Or, I’ve had this idea for a while now, all the ones with wings gently tapping on the eggs or even each other as a sign of greeting.

Example: Bad goes to see Philza and they stand side by side and lightly touch their wings together, like a handshake almost! This could be done with tails too, that’s be cute,,,

Lmao Foolish’s love language being just straight up biting, Baghera and Quackity going into water yet somehow come out fully dry, AUGH THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEAAAAA

Or all the hybrids going up to people and softly head-butting them for attention, and then the eggs pick up on it and now they’ve started gently bumping into people to get their attention ahhh,,,, this is adorable,,,

[sapphire-widow]

Cisco x reader

Y/n pov

I just got back from the food market with food for Barry, Cisco, Joe and I. Heading down to S.T.A.R.S labs, I couldn't get HIM out of my head. Cisco Ramon. Yep, we have been best friends ever since we met, and only Barry and Iris knew that I had.....have feelings for him.

*Time skip brought to you by the fact that I only watched Supergirl and some cross overs*

"Ugh, I'm starving man," I heard Cisco say as I entered the Cortex. I giggled to myself as I heard that

"Boys', I'm home,"I sang out like a mother would do. I used my super-speed to put the bag on the counter and sit in a seat in between Barry and Joe. Then I used my telepathic abilities to get everyone's food out of the bag and placed it in front of them. 

As I was eating I felt my leg get hit. When I looked up I saw Barry giving me the 'read my mind' look. I rolled my eyes in return, yet still read his mind.

Have you told him? Barry asked

No, and I won't. What happens if a villain finds out? They would use one of us against each other. On top of that, he might not feel the same about me. I replied using my telepathy

Barry just rolled his eyes in response and continued eating.

Cisco's pov (from the beginning)

Y/n went out to get Joe, Barry, me, and herself some food from the food market. I was VERY bored, when I looked at Barry. He was giving me a weird look.

"Are you okay, Barry," I asked with a face of confusion. And all he did was smirk. I started to get scared as he didn't say anything.

"Yep, I'm totally fine. So.... when are you going to tell her?" Barry asked and I became overly confused.

"What are you talking about?"

"Y/n"

"She probably won't feel the same. We have been friends ever since we met." All that did was earn me a heavy sigh from my friend sitting across of me.

(Time skip brought to you by me trying to fit this story in one part)

"Ugh, I'm starving man," I complained to Joe and Barry. All I got was two disappointed head shakes.

"Boys', I'm home," I heard the angelic voice of the woman I fell in love with singing out like a mother would. Wow, she would make a great mother. WHAT AM I THINKING? She could have been reading my mind! At least I'm safe for now.

I saw her speed over and put the bag on the counter and sat in between Joe and Barry and across from me. We have told her to practice using her powers due to a problem with a meta-human, so she used her telepathic abilities to hand out everyone's food.

As I looked over at Barry, I saw him give Y/n the 'read my mind look'. She seemed hesitant at first, but I could tell that she and Barry were in a conversation. I gotta talk to Barry about that. I thought.

(Time skip brought to you by the 16 year old girl sitting on a toilet seat after a shower)

Y/n's pov

An hour after lunch, the meta-human alarm went off. Joe already went to the station, so it was just you, Barry, and Cisco.

"You guys take care of the meta-human. I will stay here and help behind the monitors." I said knowing they won't let me go out there just yet.

They both nodded knowing not to argue with me and it was for the best.

(Time skip brought to you by the lazy being that is STILL in the restroom)

After Flash and Vibe fought the meta-human that warped reality, Barry speedied the meta-human into the cell and brought a very wounded Cisco back to the lab. I already called for help. And I was panicking about the state Cisco was in. It was so horrible to look at.

(Time skip to 3 days later)

It has been 3 days, and I haven't left my friends side. I held his hand and was dozing off when I felt Cisco stir in is sleep. A new found hope bubbled up in my chest.

"Cisco" I was all able to breath out.

"Y/n?" He groaned.

"I'm right here. You're okay." I started to cry. As he looked at me, he took his hand and cupped my face. I gave him a reassuring smile.

"Why do you cry?" He asked while gently whipping my tears with his thumb.

"I wouldn't know what to do if I lost you. You are my best friend. And I was so worried. I wanted to tell you that I thought of you more than a friend. That I love you-" I broke down sobbing, not knowing that I just told my BEST FRIEND that I love him more than a friend.

All Cisco did was hold me in his arms waiting til it was all over. Once I calmed down and remembered what I had just said, I went all stiff. Then he said something that I didn't expect from him at all.....

"I love you more than a friend too....."

[one-sad-human]

•Worth It• Duff Mckagan

Pairing: Velvet Revolver era! Duff Mckagan x Younger! Reader

Requested? Nope!

Theme: Little bit of everything/???

Warnings: Language, panic attacks, anxiety references, drug references

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Fic 2 of 2! This is the longest fic yet! Took a different approach to writing this one, hopefully it payed off. Let me know if you guys liked it or if I wasted my time with this one lol.

     You had met Duff in a coffee shop in LA. It was crowded and you were lucky enough to snag a chair before the lunch rush. Duff wasn't, and asked you if he could sit at your table.

     You grew up with Guns n Roses, bought his solo album the day it came out when you were just 15, and now listened to Velvet Revolver faithfully. To see your idol, your celebrity crush stand right in front of you holding a cup of coffee and a scone sent you for a loop.

     "Of course," you had said, starry eyed. You were only hoping he was as kind as the interviews made him out to be. Maybe have a conversation with you and be polite for a while before leaving and never seeing each you again. That would be good enough.

     It didn't end with a coffee, it had just begun. He asked for your number, and you stared at him for a moment thinking you had imagined it. That was until he tilted his head a little and looked at you with a nervous expression. He backtracked and you immediately stopped him.

     "No! I mean— yes! Yes, you can absolutely have my number." You scrambled for a pen and paper and ended up scratching your number on a receipt from the record store. You shook so hard you could barely get the numbers down.

     Out of all the record store receipts you've stuffed into your bag, the one you gave Duff Mckagan had to be the one for when you bought Velvet Revolver's 'Contraband.' He didn't say anything, just smiled and promised to call.

     You honestly didn't think he would've. You played it off as just him trying to be nice. It didn't stop you from answering every call you got for the next three days, however, even if you recognized the number as the tax collector you'd normally never answer.

     But then he called.

     "I tried calling sooner, but I kept calling the wrong number. You don't have the most eligible handwriting," he had told you. You laughed but really, you were in shock.

     You set up a date at the fancy restaurant downtown that always intimidated you. You didn't say anything though, even though you knew you wouldn't want any of the overpriced food and you'd end up eating something you couldn't pronounce and was two portions too small. Maybe even hit up a fast food joint afterwards.

     When the day finally came, you couldn't even figure out what to wear. You couldn't tell if you looked underdressed or like you were trying too hard. Did the clothes even fit the right way? What would Duff think? Would he even care?

     All questions were answered when you left your house. Duff was leaning against his slick car parked in your driveway, a button up that was barely buttoned and dress pants with boots. He stared at you and you wanted a hole in the ground to shallow you up until he smiles.

     "You look gorgeous," he said. You blushed and grinned, thanking him before saying that he looked great too. He drove you to the restaurant and on the way, you talked about music.

     You shared some of your favorites, he adored how well rounded you were. You liked pretty much everything from punk rock to the mellowest of mellow. Duff mentioned some of his favorites, some you made sure to remember the names of so you can check them out.

     When the ride was over and you finally got to the restaurant, your previous fears came back. Duff reassured you looked better than 90% of the people there and you knew it wasn't true but it made you feel better anyway.

     Your eyes widened to the size of saucers when you saw the prices of the food. You knew it'd be pricey but you thought there'd be more options that stayed within two digit numbers.

     Duff saw your panicked expression and said not to worry, he'd pay. It didn't settle your nerves enough and when the waiter came, you ordered the cheapest and simplest thing you could find.

     "Chicken noodle soup?" He teased. You shyly looked down and shrugged. "This isn't your scene, is it?"

     "Not exactly, no."

     "Want me to be completely honest with you?" You nodded. "It's not mine either."

     That's all it took for you and Duff to scramble sheepishly out of the restaurant. You both shared a laugh in the car and went to Burger King. It was much more your speed and, as you'd find out that night, Duff's too. You suppose all the money he's had since such a young age didn't completely change his ways. He was like a kid trapped in a 40 year old man's body.

     You'd thought at first the age gap would feel strange, after all, you were 15 years younger than him. But after that night, it was barely noticeable. Funny looks from strangers every once in a while was nothing.

     By the second date, Duff was already aware fancy spots weren't your forte. He told you it was a surprise and to wear something cozy, as LA nights got chilly.

     He packed a picnic basket and drove you out to the most beautiful flower field you had ever seen at sunset. It was secluded and high up, giving a perfect view of the city skyline. After gawking and taking in the sights for a few moments, you regained your ability to speak.

     "It's gorgeous. Pretty far from the city, did you take me here to kill me?" You joked. He laughed and rolled his eyes. His lighthearted laugh sent sparks straight to your heart, and you decided that it was your favorite sound.

     You unfolded the blanket Duff brought and you both sat down. You ate the sandwiches and sliced fruit Duff packed and talked. You talked about everything, from your family to fears and insecurities.

You told him how you suffer from nightmares. Flashbacks from your broken childhood coming back to bite you in your sleep. Duff shared how he's suffered from panic attacks since he was a teenager. You felt you knew each other for years.

Neither of you felt weird for sharing and neither made the other insecure. You were completely open and honest with each other. It was strange, you've never connected to quickly and effortlessly with someone before. Sure, you've had men in your life, but never had you clicked with someone so fast, never had you fit with someone so perfectly.

Hours passed and it felt like minutes. Only did you realize how late and how exhausted you were when you saw most of the city buildings light have gone off for the night. The city that didn't sleep was dark.

"I should get you home," Duff said to you.

"Will you stay the night?" You felt a little silly for asking. Were things going too fast? Would he even want to stay over?

He agreed, and that's how your first night together went. You both stayed up even later and had more lighthearted conversations, unlike the ones that partook at the field. Like how one of Duff's first jobs was at a bakery and could bake a mean cake and how you can't cook to save your life.

You ended up waking up without remembering falling asleep. You're head was placed comfortably on Duff's lap while his head was lolled back against the couch cushion. He looked so serene and peaceful you couldn't help but smile at the sight.

You made toast and somewhat successfully cooked some eggs and bacon. It might have been the first breakfast in years that didn't end with the smoke alarm going off.

Duff eventually wandered into the kitchen and you both ate. By the time he left, another date was already set up. He was like a drug an you were already hooked.

Months later and the addiction still wasn't kicked. You didn't want to, and Duff didn't seem to want you to quit either. You both soaked each other up like the sun on a warm day.

You had almost weekly dates and you stayed over each other's houses almost every other day. Duff did have his kids some days, though, so some days dates were cut short or Grace and Mae slept over his house and you wouldn't see each other.

You were always understanding, his kids came first and you'd never blame or get upset about it. It's something Duff admires about you, your never ending understanding and empathy for him.

One of those days where Duff stayed over at your house started normal. He cooked dinner and you washed the dishes, and then you put on an old Ramones concert you had on DVD.

You were laying on his chest, his fingers running through your hair when all of a sudden, he tensed up. He quickly stood and excused himself to the bathroom. You frowned but before you could think much of it, you heard a loud bang and something clatter to the ground.

You jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. You swung open the door because you were perfectly aware the lock hasn't worked since you moved in.

Duff was sitting on the floor, a pill bottle laying on its side not far from him. You quickly spot the name of the medication and identified it as your anti-anxiety pills. You shoved them aside and sat next to Duff.

He was sweating bullets and his skin felt cold and clammy, his breaths were labored and heartbeat was loud and pounding erratically. You coax him gently to take deep breaths, holding onto his hand tightly and talking quietly.

"I'm sorry, they come on randomly sometimes," he apologized after he'd called down, but you quickly shushed him. You reminded him of just how many nightmares he'd comforted you for and he stops feeling so bad about it.

     It was always a true partnership with Duff. Never had you felt you gave or took too much, it was always equal. Always a two way street, with everything.

That wasn't the last panic attack you had to help him come down from. Later down the line you've gotten better at calming him down and learning his triggers, even though sometimes they really do come on suddenly without reason.

A year into the relationship was when you met Grace and Mae. They were young and didn't completely understand why their parents weren't together anymore, so it took them a while to warm up to you. Luckily, they eventually came around.

Duff and Susan met up regularly to discuss their kids and co-parent properly. And while you had all the reason to be jealous of your boyfriend with his ex wife, you never did. You had complete confidence in him, he was honest and loyal and you doubted he'd ever hurt you purposely.

That's why it destroyed you when he left you. Tears were shed from both parties as he gave his reasons for breaking up with you. His insecurities he tried his best to bury had come to light and nothing could change his mind.

You thought you were completely honest with each other, but you suppose his doubt in his relationship with you was the one thing he kept secret. He had somehow convinced himself you'd be better without him, between the constant touring and the baggage that came with him and his kids, he finally buckled under the weight and stress.

You had tried to convince him that he was worth it, but if Duff is one thing it's stubborn. The best relationship you'd ever have and the best year of your life went down the drain within the matter of one conversation.

You were down in the dumps for days. You barely left your bed and didn't ever leave your house. You were in a depression and couldn't get out. A few of your friends eventually found out what had happened and broke into your house and shoved you into the shower before taking you to your favorite Chinese restaurant.

You felt like a disaster. Your hair was ratted despite the shower and you refused to put real clothes on, instead wearing sweatpants and a shirt Duff had left behind. You were a mess.

The hole in the wall restaurant was never busy but always had the best food. You were almost happy your friends dragged you out of your home until you saw Duff sitting at a table, eating egg rolls and lo mein.

You've came here together all the time. The high sodium in the food always made him sick to his stomach and you'd always end up giving him nausea remedies and tea. He never changed his order though.

You locked eyes with him for a while. Dark bags were under his eyes and he looked more pale than usual. He looked as terrible as you felt. You weren't sure if you were spitefully glad he felt awful or if the despair on his face just made your heart break further.

When you couldn't take his intense jade stare anymore, you looked up at the menu. The next time you looked back he was gone, you weren't sure if he was really there at all or if you were finally losing your mind for good.

     Another week crawled by. You got better enough to continue working. You had to pick up extra time for calling out for a few days after the breakup. You wouldn't say things were going well, but you weren't crying in bed every day all day anymore.

     You had constant dreams about him. Some were nice, ones where he didn't leave and you were together, holding each other tightly. Most were nightmares, flashbacks of when he left. You didn't have him to comfort you anymore when you woke up soaked in sweat and tears, and that might've been the worst.

     Another week went by, and you were starting to get back into the swing of things. You still thought about him, even silly little things reminded you of him. Like when you would catch a sniff of freshly baked sweets like he'd bake you or certain songs playing on the radio. It also didn't help that you ran into people wearing Guns n Roses shirts on the daily.

     You also refused to get rid of anything he'd left behind. Tee shirts, guitar picks he left from when he'd play for you, or CDs from bands he introduced you to. Reminders of what you lost were scattered around your home but you couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it.

     Suddenly, it's been a month. You weren't over him, but you had a feeling you'd never be completely. He was something special, you can't forget things as special as your relationship with Duff.

     His items still weren't thrown out or returned, instead all packed in a box sitting in your closet. But you'd be lying if you said you would never reach into the box to grab a shirt to sleep in or a CD to listen to when you needed a reminder of the good times. You were making progress though.

     You decided to leave your house one evening. You were feeling especially terrible and wanted to take a walk to clear your head. You went to the coffee shop you had first met Duff in. Maybe it was a mistake to go and get a flood of memories but you couldn't stop yourself.

     You sat in a seat near the window and people watched, taking occasional sips of your drink. It was quiet except from the talk of the workers and the hum of the overhead speakers.

     There was a sudden squeak of a chair of hardwood floors and it broke you out of your daze. You snapped your gaze up to meet the very familiar green eyes you've been trying to forget.

     "Can we talk?" He asked, and you couldn't say 'no.' Duff sat across from you and started off by apologizing.

     He said he wanted to talk to you sooner, but was too afraid you wouldn't want anything to do with him. You rolled your eyes at that, if only he knew just how much you missed him.

     He then started from the beginning and explained why he made the decision to leave you. As it turns out, it was mostly because of stress. His bandmate Scott was having problems with drugs and the flashbacks from his GnR days frightened him. He was worried he would end up relapsing and he didn't want to drag you down with him.

     Combine that with all the troubles that came with dating a single father, and he couldn't take it anymore. He felt too guilty.

     It all seemed like ridiculous reasons to you. Even if he had made the mistake of falling off the wagon, you still would've stuck with him. And you didn't mind his kids at all, after nearly a year of knowing them and you were very close to them.

     "I love you, Duff. I wouldn't have left you over that, I'd help you through anything. And I love Grace and Mae, too," you told him.

     "I know, but I didn't want you to have to deal with all that baggage." You frowned at that. You reached your hand across the table and grasped his, squeezing it tenderly.

     "You're worth it."

     After that day, you and Duff started seeing each other again. It wasn't the same as before, but maybe even better.

     You were more transparent with each other. If one had a worry or problem, you'd go to the other. You talked everything through with him and he did the same. Even if it seemed insignificant, talking everything through never failed to make it better.

    You were happier and healthier than ever before. Sure, there were a roadblock or two, but they only made the relationship even stronger, and you wouldn't have changed a thing about it.

[bluefirewrites]

I was tempted by librarian/avid reader for obvious reasons but I’m going with tourist/knowledgeable local au for juke (of course) 💜

Sporting my Bay Area for this one-

SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I’LL WRITE A SHORT FIC

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"Shit," Luke angrily taps at his screen, "Google Maps... can't fucking... recenter... that damn arrow..."

Now he must look like a total idiot pivoting slowly on the corner of the street, hoping, praying, that the app would actually point him in the direction the was supposed to go.

And seeing as though he was him and he had somehow had no regards for personal space, spun around and knocked into a girl who was just minding her own business.

He grabbed at her forearm, keeping her from making contact with the ground, "Whoa. I'm- I'm so sorry."

The girl lets out a friendly gasp of surprise, "It's- It's totally fine. Should have watched where I was going."

"No, it's not you, I swear, it's-" he lamely held up his phone, "Maps. What can ya do?"

"Are you lost?" Then she made a visual sweep of his attire, "You're on vacation?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Your voice says 'New York' but your cutoffs scream 'Florida'"

He laughed, "Yeah, no. Just coming up from L.A. Meeting some friends at some venue, we have a show to play."

The girl purses her lips, "Where are you heading?"

"Some hill? I got some directions and then it frazzled out on me and all I know I just have to be at a bottom of some hill."

The girl looks him over again, particularly at his Ramones shirt and the chain he's sporting.

"It's because that's the name of the venue. Bottom of The Hill. Between Mission Bay and Potrero Hill, hence the hill."

"Riiight," he pockets his phone, "Do you know how to get there?"

"Yeah. I'm over by Dogpatch anyway. We can take the bus together,"

Luke breathes in relief, "Thank you. I'm Luke by the way."

They shake hands, "I'm Julie."

They make their way over to the bus stop, "You're familiar with the venue?"

"Yeah. 'Best Rock Club in the Bay'," she pulls him along onto the bus, and they take their seats, "Mind telling me more about this show?"

He grins, pulling out the flyer, "Yeah. We're a band called Sunset Curve..."

And Luke launches into promotion mode, maybe going overboard by even Reggie's standards, but Julie doesn't seem to have any qualms about it, cutting in once in a while to ask questions about the music, which he is happy to answer.

At one point, Julie offers one of her Air Pods.

"C'mon Ramones. Let's listen to your Sunset Swerve-"

Luke groans, "Curve. Curve."

She laughs. She knows, but it does get quite the reaction out of him and he just pouts as he takes the earbud, then directs her to their page.

They bob their heads to 'Now or Never' and he could see Julie close her eyes, losing herself to it.

"This- this is really-" she breathes in awe, "You guys are really good. Like that break right after the bridge? Awesome."

And Luke has heard a bunch of compliments over the years, but somehow this one makes his ears go red and widens his grin a bit more than usual. Maybe it's because from their conversations, there's no doubt that Julie knows music.

Soon enough their ride comes to an end. Or at least Luke's does because Julie's nudging him and pulling the line, signaling for the next stop.

"Okay, so if you continue walking in that direction, turn right on Missouri and keep going. You'll find it."

The bus screeches to a stop and Luke gets up to leave, holds up the aisle. He turns to Julie.

"Come to the show tonight?"

"I'm working tonight,"

Luke's shoulders slump, trying not to let his disappointment show too much. (And failing).

The bus driver yells at him to leave or stay on, and so he's herded off with one last quick thanks and goodbye to Julie before hopping off.

She waves at him through the window and it's not until he's trudging to the venue that he realizes that he didn't get Julie's socials.

A fact he laments to the boys once they reunite at Bottom of the Hill.

It's a small place, standing room only, and there's a section for the bar. The vibes are killer and the guys take a second to look at the wall of posters, see who got to play there before.

"Jimmy Eat World?" Alex read off, "Joan Jett? Yeah Yeah Yeahs?"

Reggie whistles, "Insane."

"Best Rock Club in the Bay," Luke mumbles to himself, grinning.

They do the usual soundcheck, band circle in the green room, and up on stage they go to a packed house.

Luke steps to the mic and is about to launch into the intros when he catches a familiar face by the bar.

Suddenly, his energy doubles and the band kickstarts their performance and Luke swears it might have been the best they ever played. (Alex would later say it's because he's been playing to impress. Whatever.)

Their set flies by and Luke doesn't remember taking the bow and ducking out to the balcony afterwards, high-fiving a couple fans on the way.

He remembers sitting there, the lanterns strung up above him as he takes in the view of the city and feeling someone sidle up next to him.

"Need a refill?"

"Thought you said you had work?"

Julie tugs on her apron and holds up a beer for him, "I do."

"You didn't tell me you worked here," Luke laughs.

"But where's the fun in that?"

"You're right,"

They couldn't talk long, Julie is being called back to the front of the house to help close up shop.

"Hey, uh," she throws a towel over her shoulder, "How long are you gonna be in SF for?"

"That depends," Luke hums.

Julie cocks a brow, "On what?"

"If there's anything worthwhile to do here?" he asks, clearly baiting her.

She lets out an offended gasp, a hand over her heart, "How dare you?"

Luke ups the ante, "I mean, there's always something to do in L.A-"

"You clearly never partied in The Bay!"

"Julie! Get your ass back out here!" A girl with braids calls out from the door.

"Okay!" Julie stares Luke down, "You stick around after I clock off and I'll show you what The Bay's got to offer. 'Kay?"

He smiles, "I'm game."

She struts away, "You know you could have just asked me out, right? Like the normal way?"

"But where's the fun in that?"

Her hearty laugh fills the space and Luke thinks to himself to come visit The Bay more often...

[queen-ch3rry]

hello! I came across ur blog after watching the cars movie with a friend. I noticed u are very into some of the cars and call them hot. what makes a certain car sexy? i am genuinely curious. thank you ^__^

Hello anon!

Thank you for the ask :)

Well, wow.... this is actually the first time I've been asked this so I will do the best I can to make sense of it and actually put it into words instead of just the thoughts that ramble through my head

warning, this may be long

Let's take the first part of your ask: I call some of the cars "hot."

You're right. I do. I have. I probably always will? What makes them hot to me is also what makes them quite sexy... in fact - potentially unpopular opinion - I don't really find any of the male Cars franchise characters to be "cute" as I've heard others say

First of all, when I look at any of my faves (Doc Hudson, Sheriff, Big D, etc.), they are just effortlessly attractive. Their chrome catches the light and sparkles like gemstones. It also reflects beautiful colors of sunsets, sunrises, scenery. Even when it's no longer on par for perfection (as in the case of Smokey), its dull gloss has a certain mystery like an old, decayed mirror

Then there's the paint. Unlike we humans who must pick and choose clothing, their paint is a constant coat of either glamour (Ramone and Flo), or a statement of who they are (racecars in their livery), or just a plain something-or-other that suits them.

But it looks good. And the right colors can compliment their styles beautifully. To say nothing of metal flake: pure magic.

Even when they're dusty, just a quick rinse-off or rainshower and they're back to glossiness again

What else makes these cars hot or sexy or attractive? It's their personalities. Behavior. That gaze of determination, pride... like these examples for one of my favorite guys...

There's something about those expressions that for me is like a flash of lightning in the dark. It's handsome and beautiful and just striking. It's timeless, just like their classic styling always will be

And they never look dumpy... even with a rusted example like Smokey, it's only the paint that's lacking. He still retains the same glory from his youth. The bodies just don't get out of shape and change

They have style. The curve and swoop of fenders from the 1930s. Hood ornaments. Spoked wheels. Hubcabs. So many styles of grilles. I can insert my own beloved classic, Harlan, here as an example: (art belongs to me)

Even when accidents happen (in the case of Doc's crash) that leave bodies carrying scrapes and scars across once sleek and straight forms, it's like the cars still wear them with a wartorn pride. For a car isn't like a person who can choose to cover something up with sleeves, you could say. They have to wear their history upon them, short of those who choose to go to a shop to get it erased from them, which like reconstructive surgery, isn't a choice for everyone

As we can see with some images of Doc, his fenders and sides are still scraped up. Yet even though he got put back together, he didn't remove his entire past. His past made him who he is; why change every bit of it?

And then.... I could write an entire essay on how I feel about this man

But I think looks say enough here?

I hope I managed to answer your question somewhat; again it's hard to actually describe the feeling but I think I covered it okay!