#he literally stands up a girl he likes because she's too nerdy for his reputation like girl....

[grandwretch]

thinking a lot about how in a watsonian pov Lucas's motivations make a lot of sense and I support the character but in a doylist way his s3 arc has always rubbed me the wrong way bc i feel that the motivations of fictional black men almost always revolve around the concept of popularity and what is Cool and Masculine

and like yes white fictional characters often also interact with those concepts but like. they are also given other plots and I feel like young black men usually aren't. like black teen boys are always written as either jocks obsessed with what's cool or nerds who are obsessed with what's cool. like its disturbing how often fiction is set up to imply that a black person whose entire identity doesn't revolve around the acceptance of others must be miserable.

there is almost no presence of a gleeful black nerd in any medium. which is odd to me because I feel like, in the years before Marvel and Halo made being a nerd "cool", it was my black friends who introduced me to most of the nerdy shit in my life. Like, I probably never would have gotten into anime at all if not for a guy on the bus letting me read his copies of Yu Yu Hakusho. Most of the video games I play are because they are genres I used to play with a girl who I only became best friends with bc we were the only two girls who were into anime in our class. we got into dnd together.

and like it could be argued that Lucas feeling pressured to turn to sports is only because of this stereotype, but I don't think acknowledging the stereotype within the narrative actually makes it different from all the others.

[thollandneedy]

Don't Tell 'Em- Peter Parker

a/n: I've been OBSESSED by this prompt his week, so... here it is

Warnings: None, but i'ts a bit spicy

Summary: Ned's sister have the biggest crush on Peter, and she thinks he doesn't knows that... but he does

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Y/n was madly in love with Peter Parker, but he was best friends with her brother, Ned Leeds

Peter Parker was a popular boy with the girls, and Y/n never believed that she would ever have a chance with him. The boy was admired for his intelligence and beauty, always helping people to pass their exams or study, making his reputation as a nerdy loser be replaced by a sexy tutor. Since the first time Ned had brought Peter to his house, Y/n had lurked on the stairs watching the boys play video games. Even though she was two years younger, Y/n ended up developing a crush on Peter, which only blossomed over the years. 

On Y/n's 16th birthday, the girl decided to throw a pool party, inviting some close friends over for an afternoon of cocktails. Ned, in order not to be alone, ended up calling Peter as his companion, and at that moment, Y/n came up with a plan to get what she so desperately wanted.

A kiss from her brother's best friend 

On Saturday morning, Y/n woke up determined to get Peter's attention. In a few weeks' time, he would be moving to Massachusetts because of the university scholarship he had won at MIT. Taking advantage of the fact that he and Michelle Jones had broken up for God knows what reason, the girl had to be meticulous in her plan if she wanted it to work.

"Y/n, be serious. He's not going to kiss you." Lily, Y/n's friend says, rolling her body onto the king-size bed,

"He probably doesn't even know you like him." Audrey, also Y/n's friend, agrees with Lily.

"You're the worst best friends in the world, you know that?" Y/n grumbles, as she finishes the details of her PowerPoint presentation on her laptop. "Are you ready?" 

Lily, the redhead, nods, but sits down next to the girl, while Audrey puts her blonde hair up in a high bun, waiting for Y/n to take action. The three of them look at each other, and with an inspired smile, Y/n presses the "Enter" key to make her five-step presentation work.

"First step, the mood. It needs to be outgoing and relaxed, because he doesn't cope well with pressure. The music has to be lively, and the atmosphere has to be light. So no awkward or sexual talk from his side"

"That's going to be difficult. Are we going to have a girl group and not talk about sex and love experiences?" Lily says.

"Not around him. I don't want him to think I'm a sex freak." Y/n explains to her friend.

"You literally had laser hair removal yesterday, and you're a virgin." Audrey comments with a smile as she remembers her friend's painful story.

"Are you going to help me or not?" Y/n asks her friends, who only respond with silence. "Next step, Ned. We need Ned to fill up with tasks so that he can leave Peter alone, and I can talk to him."

Y/n moves on to the next slide

"Step three, the conversation. I need to be alone with him, and I want it to be in the middle of the afternoon so we can kiss at sunset." Y/n looks up as she says it, imagining how perfect her first kiss would be.

"Okay, slow down," Lily raises her hand in a stop sign. "You can't even plan the time of the kiss, Y/n. It has to happen naturally."

"Yes, I can, and that brings me to the next slide. The space. I want it to be outside the pool, and probably on the roof. It has a nice view of the suburbs, and you can see some buildings in the background if you squint. The woods will make it cooler at night, and he can even lend me his sweater if I ask." 

Lily and Audrey looked at each other in disbelief at what they were hearing Y/n say. 

"And the last one, is the kiss. I think explaining that would be too weird." The girl crosses her arms, looking at her two friends who were standing next to her, waiting for a reaction while still watching the laptop open to the last slide. "So?"

"You're crazy Y/n." Audrey lets out a loud laugh. "Ned won't leave Peter's side, and if he does, Peter will accompany Ned on whatever. The girls will talk about anything whether they're around him or not, and they might even get drunk and hit on Peter. It might not be cold at night, and he might leave early."

"Facts" Lily agrees, getting up from Y/n's bed. "Let it happen naturally, Y/n. I'm sure it'll be much better."

"Not a fucking chance." Y/n replies sincerely. "It'll be perfect. I know it will. Now, let me show you the thong bikini I bought." The younger girl gets up, goes into the bathroom and closes the door behind her. 

(...)

Afternoon fell, and everything went wrong

The sun disappeared into the dark rain clouds, and most of her friends were stuck in a traffic jam caused by fallen trees in the street. If it hadn't been for other reports of rain, Y/n would have said that this was the biggest storm she had ever seen. Fortunately or unfortunately, Audrey and Lily had left when the rain started to look like it was going to get heavier, leaving only Peter and Ned to stay with her at the house, while the brothers' parents were on a business trip.

"Damn." Y/n commented, looking out of the window at the power of the rain that had washed away several branches on the asphalt.

"I'm sorry about your party. We can celebrate tomorrow." Her brother, Ned, touches her shoulder when he notices the tone of frustration in his sister's voice. 

"We could have a movie afternoon." Peter comments, turning on the television and putting on Netflix.

Y/n takes a deep breath, looking over her shoulder at Ned and Peter, just agreeing with the situation the universe had planned for her. Maybe her friends were right. That plan was unrealistic, and Peter would never kiss her since many other girls his age could provide something better for him. The girl settled down on the brown sofa, pulling a pink blanket over herself and picking at her body as a show of displeasure. 

"Come on, Y/n. We can see whatever you want. I'll let you have a glass of wine." Ned tries to cheer up his sister by offering her alcohol. 

"It's okay, Ned. It's really all right." She lies, annoyed at the lack of her friends.

"How about Barbie? Or Mamma Mia? Or La La Land?! You love that one." Peter recalls his best friend's sister's favorite movies

Y/n smiles at the thought of Peter knowing her tastes.

"La La Land sounds good. Ned, can you make us some popcorn?" The girl smooths her gray sweater over her body, crossing her arms as if waiting. 

"Sure." The dark-haired teenager agreed, getting up to go to the kitchen, leaving Peter and Y/n alone on the sofa. The movie catalog was still open, and the wind was whipping against the glass windows, causing strong gusts that drowned out the sound of popcorn popping in the pot.

Peter watched Y/n, sliding his body closer to her, trying to get close to her ear. The girl dodges at first, looking at him with confusion and an embarrassed smile at their lack of distance.

"I don't know if it'll cheer you up, but I left a present on your bed." The brunette said quietly, as if he were confessing a secret.

"Are you serious?" The girl slowly cracked a smile.

"While you were taking the buoys out of the pool, I went up there. Do you want to go and see?" Peter asks, receiving a silent and excited yes from the younger girl.

"Ned! I'm going to the bedroom to see Peter's present." Y/n shouts as a warning.

"All right! No need to shout." His brother shouts in response. 

Both teenagers follow the stairs to the white door of Y/n's room, which is already ajar. The girl uses one of her hands to pull the door away from her gaze, coming across a white bag positioned on her bed, where her laptop was also open, but turned on its back. 

"Oh my God, Peter!" Y/n exclaims. "Is it Pandora's?" Y/n smiled, moving towards the present and slowly taking off the pink satin bow that was decorating it. 

While the girl was distracted by the present, Parker slowly closed the door behind him so that it wouldn't make a sound. His hands touched the door lock, turning it so that no one else could enter the room. The brunette smiled to himself, looking down at his feet on the nude carpet, and then over to his laptop, which had a flap open. Reading the contents of the slide once more, he closes the laptop with one of his hands and says:

"So you were planning to kiss me?" Peter asks, causing Y/n to immediately stop admiring the necklace with a pink heart-shaped stone. 

"W-what?" Y/n's trembling voice comes out of her mouth without strength, while her eyes stare at him in amazement.

"When I got to your room, your laptop was open, and I ended up seeing what was on it, out of curiosity, since my name was marked with stars and flowers." Peter comments, sliding his fingers across the comforter of the bed. 

"That's not... actually I, I..." Y/n tried to find the right words, tucking her hair behind her ear. "It was Lily's. She was dying to kiss you, and she shared this presentation by email." Y/n lies, causing Peter to smile.

"Y/n, I'm a very intelligent person, you know?" Parker comments, walking towards the younger woman. "And in 18 years of life, I've noticed a lot of things around me, especially about women. And I know when someone is interested in me." 

"Well, you're not so good because you haven't noticed, Lily." Y/n raises both hands in an "oops" gesture. 

"But I did notice you." Parker comments. "I saw all the times you looked at my body when I swam with your brother, how you passed by my table in the cafeteria more than four times just to hear what I was saying to other people, and how you turn red when I get close to you." The boy's voice became more present as the distance was being broken. 

Did the room seem smaller and smaller, or was he simply getting closer?

"I don't know what you're talking about." Y/n still denies it.

Peter pretended to agree, watching the girl in front of him from head to toe. He could hear her heart beating faster, and how her breathing became more and more altered as he approached her as if she were prey. The boy nodded, looking to the side of the room in an attempt to avert his gaze.

"Of course. I guess I really did get mixed up. You wouldn't cause this situation between me and Ned, would you? I mean, me kissing his sister?. He'd be furious with me." The brunette says.

"Yes, he would." Y/n couldn't take her eyes off Peter's thin, pink lips.

The tension was palpable, and even though his conscience wanted to weigh on his mind, Y/n's consciousness disappeared completely when his body was pulled to Peter's like a magnet. In a silent instant, their eyes connected as a request for confirmation that this was really going to happen, and their mouths met in a desperate movement. 

Peter slipped one of his hands around Y/n's waist, pulling her closer to him. The girl's red nails ran down the boy's neck, sending exciting shivers down his spine. The girl felt completely taken over when her back met the wall of her room and Peter's body pressed against her. Her tongue, desperate, was slowly guided by the brunette, as the kiss was guided by him. Low moans were audible through Parker's super-hearing, causing a mutual response. One of his hands made small circles on the girl's jeans-covered thigh, and unconsciously, she lifted it, bringing his lap closer to hers. Before he knew it, she was on his lap.

"Holy shit." Y/n said between wet kisses.

"Is that what you wanted?" Peter teases.

"That was much better than the necklace." The girl smiles.

"Y/N!" Ned knocks on the door, causing the couple to let go almost immediately, fixing their hair and crumpled clothes.

"WAIT!" The girl says, taking a deep breath and unlocking the door.

"What were you doing?" Ned asks, looking at Peter, who is sitting on his sister's bed analyzing the gift he himself had given her, pretending to be far away from the situation.

In an unscripted pause, Y/n looks at Peter for a moment, then returns his attention to his brother, looking for an alternative answer. 

"Just showing the necklace." Y/n smiles without showing his teeth.

"The popcorn's ready and so are the sweets. Let's go?" The brunette asks, turning away from his sister and heading for the stairs.

Y/n takes a deep breath, feeling Peter's hands on her back. His hot breath blows against the girl's ear, and he says as naughtily as possible before heading downstairs. 

"Don't tell your brother about this"

[popculturebuffet]

Ducktales Reviews!: The Split Sword of Swanstatine! or Sometimes You Just Have to Punch Your Problems Away

The race for the missing mysteries takes Scrooge, the kids and a sorta hyjacked Lena and Violet to a mystical market to hunt down the pieces of the mythical sword of the warrior king swanstanine. Naturally a split artifact leads to a vignette episode as the kids pair up to find the pieces while Scrooge and Heron face off. Dewey and Webby face blindness, Louie and Violet face Louie’s reputation as an underworld kingpin, and Huey and Lena face Huey’s Feral Side. The race is on with full recap and spoilers under the cut. 

Not a lot of background here.. I was excited enough for this one as Steelbeak and Rockerduck came back, but I went from “This will be pretty good and oh look Flula Borg” to HOLY SHIT LENA AND VIOLET ARE BACK LET’S GO ALREADY. So yeah, there’s not a lot to get started here that can’t be done as we go, let’s get out there and talk about some ducktales.  We open in a vast marketplace whose name i’ve already forgotten.. it’s almost 4 in the morning here and I have terrible memory with name sometimes, I make no apologizes. Naturally given the big declaration at the end of the last episode the family is on the hunt for a missing mystery.. and Dewey is on the hunt for Street Meat, though Scrooge denies him any till they get the job done... I mean they can eat and go treasure hunting. They can do two things. Let him have some lamb dammit, spiced lamb is fucking delcious you monster! Or whatever that is the point is it’s larged, well seasoned and makes me hungry!  But starving his grandchildren aside, Scrooge has no doubt they can acomplish this as a family.. and then notices his future in laws are also there and his whole big speech game is thrown off by the question of why. To me it’s because we need more of them, quit old man your already 0-2 this episode, but turns out the explination is one of the funniest jokes of the season.. and this is a season that’s include “There now your susceptible to vampires”, “Yipiee Kai Yay Mr. Falcon!”, Darkwing’s Cookbook, Gene’s Soda Commerical, Gladstone having a mental breakdown over having to be a normal person, and Della trying to deflect the blame for traumatizing children. This bit is on par with that.  Violet explains that Scrooge told everyone to get on the plane. I assume Donald and Della are with their signifigant others, Beakly was getting some much needed therapy and Launchpad.. was flying the plane.. and also had Drake and Gosalyn with him because he double booked and had to take them with him to assist whatever ex of his is in trouble this week. Point is that bit’s freaking hilarious and Scrooge simply asks if they enjoy history and the answers are a predictable “Not really” from Lena, which given her own personal history is vast, terrible, and traumatizing up until the last year and her adoption by two gay men, relationship with a charming young lady, and gaining a beloved nerdy sister, that tracks. Violet of courser says it’s her life. Scrooge takes it: He’s used to having half his adventuring party either not caring about culture and history, the Saberwings just keep the average up. So Webby does the natural thing and tackle hugs her girlfriend and future sister in law while Scrooge smiles because why wouldn’t you. 

And I was happy about this: not just hte tackle hug, because that was precious, but Scrooge eagerly accepting them along for the ride. I was worried for half a second that as good as the gag was that’d be the episodes big underlying issue.. but nope, his confusion was more “Wait why are the extra children here”, than questions of worth and given their previous appearance had him willingly inviting them along, and Lena and Violet only opting out due to fears about her magic getting them all killed and to support her sister, it woudln’t of made any character sense for him not to, doubly so since their up against a shadowy organization of ruthless thugs. Granted Beakly likely sighed after returning from her midnight therapy and called the Saberwing parents by Ty and Indy are probably used to their daughter’s friends elderly Uncle taking them to strange places in the middle of the night by this point. I mean one of their daughters can turn bluper sayain now, the ship on normal behavior kind of sailed over a cliff a while ago. 

But Scrooge soon detects what he thinks is heron but is actually a woman who justifiably punches him. Turns out Heron was actually hiding in a stall though, and brought all her friends with her.. except Blot.. and while at first I was going to make a joke I realized they probably don’t want the guy who drains the magic out of everything near a magic artifact he’d probably destroy despite the consequences. So Bradford probably just sent him to murder the lucky charms leprechaun... he DOES have a life outside of trying to Murder scrooge... he can want to murder cereal mascots too. He’s a renascence evil mastermind. A sword fight ensues, with Scrooge telling the kids to pair up and go find the pieces while he keeps Heron busy. 

Cue Credits and cue the episode itself being split into three vignettes. I do love vignette episodes, episodes of half hour shows that split into 3 different stories taking place at the same time and break from the formula, with two of the best I can think of being the Avatar classic “Tales from Ba Sing Sei”, most famous for the really gutpunching bit with Iroh singing at his dead son’s grave.. jesus I teared up, not a joke or an exaggeration literally teared up, just thinking about it. On the opposite end we have the season 12 Simpson’s episode Trilogy of Error, which while during when the rot started to set in for the series is easily a classic on the sam tier as the first 10 seasons. It alfeatured an at the time young Daniel Radcliff as Lisa’s love interest, Marge getting accused of attempted murder after accidently chopping homer’s finger off, Bart and Milhouse turning informant ont he mob and  the tragic life of Linguo. It’s a classic. 

But yeah three pieces, three teams of two, and three story segments. So like last week I can easily divide the stories up and unlike last week I won’t be frontloading or forgetting anything since their divided up much more evenly and are played back to back to back rather than intercutting. So with that in mind...

Dewey and Webby: The Hidden Truths of Temporary Blindness and the Albino Snakes We Mistook for Cats Along the Way

The Dynamic Duo Returns! Seriously I did the legowork, I.e. went to google and despite the two’s dynamic being a sizeable part of season 1 and a plot point at the start of season 2, which also put the final nail in my shiping them coffin as it was very clear they were basically siblings in all but blood at this point and I wisely jumped off the ship and nuked it from orbit. But outside of Webby’s subplot with Dewey and Louie in “The Town Where Everyone Was Nice!”, it just.. hasn’t come up again. They’ve just had other dynamics to explore with the show and thus the two really haven’t interacted as much for the rest of the series thus far. They still interact, it’s just not really as a major part of any episodes plot till now. So while not a pairing I was expecting it was nice to have it back. For about ten seconds.  Yeah cards on the table this is the weakest of the three segements. While the other two have intresting settings, setups, and character dynamics we genuinely haven’t seen this one has.. a weird version of a dynamic we’ve seen done better, and an antagonist who feels oddly flat this go round. It’s just not THAT intresting despite some intresting moments but it’s best to just get into it to explain why. 

The basic setup is Webby is hoping to use bold de-ducktion to figure things out while flying under the radar while Dewey’s solution is naturally to ask everyone they meet, and then shout at Gandra when they do find the piece. This naturally gets a flashbang thrown at them, though we do get one great bit where Gandra asses their threat levels with Webby’s being high and Dewey’s being Eh, which tracks. And the thing that stings here is.. Gandra COULD’VE been an intresting opponent for Webby. While Huey and Violet, being fellow genuises as well as Huey’s personal stake in it for her hurting Fenton last year/season would be a better match, pitting Webby against someone just as focused and thought out in fighting, but who rather than use strength uses cybernetics and various gadgets would be really intresting, especially since the other two villian matchups are equally perfect. But instead.. it just feels like Gandra could’ve been replaced with a random fowl soldier. She just uses a flash grenade and some pakour, no real unique skills of hers or insight into her character or anything remotley intresting on her first Fenton-less outing just... “eh I use tech stuff because i’m the tech girl bleh”. The show can do better, and Jameela is given nothing to work with to the point I genuinely worried she’d been replaced.. she hadn’t, but it’s NEVER a good sign when you give an actor so little to do character wise I can wonder that. Also it’s a bit of a nitpick but it genuinely bothers me that Flula Borg, John Hodgman and Jason Mantzokus all got guest star credits.. but April Winchel and Jameela Jamil got nothing. And you could say April’s a long standing voice actor and all that.. but Tress Macneile also got a guest starring credit for next week’s episode solicit, so it’s clearly not that, and just comes off unintetionally sexist and obnoxious and has bothered me since the episode summaries came out. 

That out of the way the basic conflict is our heroes are flying blind, literally, with Dewey able to easily amble along, while Webby struggles as she can’t analize blind.. which comes off as bullshit to me. I HIGHLY doubt Beakly, paraoid mess she is, would not train her granddaughter to be able to fight without seeing. It’s one of the most basic training techniques in media. There’s a reason it pops up Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles a lot. To fight on instinct and with your other senses. And the instinct part is the lesson and insn’t a bad idea, it’s just the tool they use for it means they have to make Webby entirely helpless in a way that’s nonsensical to her character to make the plot work and it drags the bit down, thoguh we do get an utterly hilarious bit where Dewey mistakes a coiled white snake for a kitten. But our heroes make it through, Webby eventually saves Dewey with a leap of faith and Dewey has Webby hit a flash grenade back at Gandra which works somehow and blinds her optics despite you know.. someone who uses this kind of tech probably being smart enough to protect her own cybernetic eyes from flashbangs. But the kids have the piece.. and  a snake now even if it terrifies them. I wish one of them had taken it home a snake fits either of them and Webby’s dealt with worse.. which is the whole problem with this segment. That being said getting to see Dewey pull a hank venture and turn his normal near-suicidal reckleness into a strength was great I just with it was framed in a way that wasn’t “plannig and knowing things is stupid USE IMPULSE”. Thankfully we can move on.  Louie and Violet: The Silver Tongued Viper and The Violet Blade versus the Billion Dollar Man

Next up is Violet and Louie, a team up I didn’t expect at all but works well, and is a much better contrast. Webby and Dewey are similar enough, despite his rampant stupidity, that having a “one side teaches the other how to use something else and tap into their inner self”lesson didn’t work> Here it works perfectly: Someone who speaks frankly and seeks the truth through reason and research paired with someone whose greatest and most cherished talent is the ablility to lie and swindle. It’s a good contrast. Their headed for the underworld since, as I forgot to mention, each of the clues is framed as coming from the heavens (the first piece being on top of a statue), the underworld and the heart of the earth.

 Violet, and understandbly given her sister is magic and the general nonsense the duck family runs into, takes the underworld part literally taking an axe and some coins to pay the ferryman with her. Louie however figures it’s usually just a flowry way of putting a con..  and while he’s wrong about mythology given the ducks have met gods and the ENTIRE next episode (which likely features selene since i’ts now established they leave out guest stars if there’s more than three apparently) is about the gods they met... his instincts are not wrong and it is nice they aren’t. Sure some myths are real but sometimes a clue isn’t literal, and it’s clever that hte underworld here is the criminal underworld. 

Turns out center piece for the sword is an underground den for the criminal underworld focused around spice eating and general no goodnik shenanigans and Louie’s come prepared. In a bit of character stuff I REALLY love, Louie’s built up a rep as “The Silver Tounged Serpent”, with him bluffing that violet is his companion, having simply used a web of lies and word of mouth to build him up as the worst and most vile criminal imaginable. It’s not a bad plan and while Violet rightly points out he’ll have to live up to it eventually, and Louie naturally deflects that as “Future Louie’s” problem, not realizing in this case Future Louie is about 2 minutes from being present Louie, it’s not a bad scheme. Sure it’s risky as hell and he picked the worst place to use it.. but having an alias he can use to sneak into places like this where Scrooge would be made in an instant, and can easily come up with lies for the rest of his family minus Huey, whose useless not for being easily detectable but because he can’t lie to save his life and this very episode cements it. Most of his family is certified grade a badass, and can easily help him bluff or back up his claims or make him look like one. it’s just this time he happened to get Violet instead whose brutally honest and while badass, isn’t great at running con games nor pleased about any of this. That and Louie’s biggest weakness is forthought: While his brothers either don’t plan at all or overplan, Louie underplans: He has good ideas and good schemes and scams.. it’s just he has no real endgame for any of them and Violet sees right through that.  Still meeting the Spice Baron, played by Flula Borg who I mostly know from this song he did with Ninja Sex Party, though I also forgot he was in PItch Perfect 2...

Your welcome. But while he’d like to give our fake arch criminal his prize, someone else already offered him a literal, not figurative ton of cocaine.. I mean Gold. Got the wrong show there for a second. Unsurprisingly it’s Rockerduck whose done this and unlike the wasted opprotunity above this battle of wits is between the perfect opponents. Rockerduck is easily what Louie would become without his family: A shifty conman with a flair for lying, contacts in the criminal underworld and aversion to doing the hard work himself. He’s such a perfect opponent for Louie I don’t know why I never considered the two going head to head before, but it’s utterly fantastic. John Hodgman is also far and away the MVP of the episode guest villain wise, with some of the best lines too, my favorite being, after making a spice pun, demanding the assorted roughnecks “Laugh, LAUGH AT MY SPICE PUN”.. just the way he demands it with a mixture of karen and a whiny teenager is inspiried. But yeah, Rockerduck knowing who he’s dealing with challenges Louie to a spice duel, basically eating the hottest spices imaginable till one folds, winner takes all.  Naturally Louie’s ep included being a champion at this, and naturally his first instincts are to bail and when that fails, keep lying while Violet encourages him not to. I mean he’s ignored the pink and red angels on his shoulder telling him not to do bad things, why would the new purple one be any different. But Rockerduck has the edge as his taste buds were burned off in cryo.. though in another great line he laments he can never enjoy hard boiled eggs again. Which fair enough but.. you know two geniuses.. one of them can simulate taste buds. Regardless, Louie’s in trouble and his attempt to simply cheat his way out fails and the baron dosen’t tolerate Cheaters.. or Cheetahs.. or Cheating Cheetahs as seen in a great sight gag with a cheetah which requires the Baron to clarify it’s both. Point is Louie is screwed.. but Violet then downs all three, without a bead of sweat for reasons the episode explains at the end of this segment, but works since we don’t know violet well and the mystery of how she did it is a compelling question for a second. Our heroes have won but Rockerduck plays his trump card: that they aren’t who their saying they are.. but turns out the truth is even better than the lies Louie has, as Violet quickly spins Louie’s legend with the outright acomplishments he’s had, including defeating the bombie and defeating Scrooge’s entire Rogue’s gallery with a pen stroke.. both true. And unlike the last segement this bit of true strength feels earned: Louie’s other ablility besides lying is seeing all the angles.. and thus like Violet.. he sees the truth. He can see what a person feels, know them better than they may know themselves or the lies they might tell themselves simply through a keen eye. He can pick apart a million dollar defense system simply with a few glances as seen last episode. Louie’s lies may be useful.. but his biggest strength is inddeed his ablility to see the truth. Louie backs violet up as conquerer of the shadow realm (techincally true) and scourge of magica de spell (not even remotely true as Magica has the same problem with face blindess scrooge has with Darkwing and just Darkwing but with everyone). Rockerduck tries to complain but the crowd turns on him, our heroes escape, and Louie compliments violet. As for how she did it meditation, which fits her pefectly so I easily accept it, and a spice of the month club.. which is oddly specific but eh, this bit was really fun so i’ll give it to her. Plus her usualy steely demanor means she likely has a great poker face.. as seen by the fact sh’es soon guling a nearbye trough of water and screaming. Great.  As you can tell I liked this segment better, as it’s a clever duel that uses wit instead of strength ilke the others this episode, and forces Louie to find his real strength as his usual one backfires and really helps define Violet even more giving her a strong sense of truth, which fits her like a glove, and a nice dynamic with Louie. It was an odd pairing, but it worked wonders and brought the episode back to life after the last segment killed some of the momentum. And thankfully that momentum keeps rolling into the best segement:

Huey and Lena: Harnessing Your Inner Feral Goblin Child for the Greater Good

As you’d expect, our heroes are doing what they do best: Lena is trying to reign in a quirky nerd, and Huey is overthinking everything by trying to triangulate where the blade of the sword is. Naturally Lena just finds it as it’s embeeded in a compasss pattern on the earth, hence being part of the earth. Unsurprisingly Lena’s solution.. is to wack it free with a mallet... you know there’s a reson she’s one of my favorites and it’s nice to see two of my faviorites who haven’t interacted hardly at all have some time together. Naturally Huey objects to destroying the thing they came for and figures out how to remove it using the clues. Unfortunately for him, but happily for me, Steelbeak is back! 

I missed this feral asshole, and Jason while not getting a ton of lines sadly, does make the best of what he has, and is used less as himself on purpose. Also while he’s still kind of a moron, as I mentioned in my Tiff of the Titans review, this version is still CLEVER. He may not be book smart, but he can think on his feet and come up with plans and here.. his plan was the best of the three we’ve seen: Just wait for the ducks to come by and solve it for him and then beat them up and take it or as he puts it “Not the first time a nerd did my homework for me. “ Dumb dosen’t always mean incompetent, and he still has his classic self’s easy sense of planning.  Had Lena not been there he would’ve won his piece and been the ONLY member of his group to do so. But Lena is there and now fully trained, so she stops steelbeak by freezing time, Za Warudo! style. Though unlike DIO she can’t manipulate anything, or go get a steam roller though given her powers she can probably make something into one, so tha’ts still on the table. She instead enters someone’s mindscape and uses that to freeze time for a bit.. how .. I have no idea, but it’s an interesting concept and the white look of the void their in now is neat, with only steelbeak himself present in a black and white negative of himself.  Huey takes this as time to plan indeiftely till he finds one that works, shooting down actually fighting Steelbeak as “a cowardly brute’s way out”. We then get a great montage as Huey tries everything, from reasoning, to barganing, to crying, to a TON of hilarious and obviously ineffectual disgusies, to lying.. which as you’d expect is simply holding the massive sword blade behind his back and going “what sword.” It’s a really great montage that shows off two things: Danny Pudi’s talent, and that Huey.. can’t reason or trick his way out of this. He can’t plan his way out. And that’s why Steelbeak is the perfect foe to put him up against: Unlike Webby who faced something she could understand and Louie, who simply faced his evil counterpart, Huey faces his exact oppsotie: Huey thrives on logic and as we soon learns bury’s his emotions and impulses and dosen’t fight unless he HAS TO and even then it’s usually in a group. Steelbeak.. is a dumb, impulsive, thug who thinks out his plans on the fly, if at all, laughs at logic, and thinks the best solution to everything is punch it or blow it up. He can’t be reasoned with, Huey isn’t good enough at deception to trick him, and outrunning him was the first thing Huey tried and failed miserably. Steelbeak is made of huey’s blind spot, his inablaity to act without thinking. And he can’t fight it. 

While Lena’s humored him despite her annoyance with Huey’s stubborness, she finally breaks and tries to force him to admit he has to brute force his way out, with Huey refusing.. but his refusal brings out a door to “the duke of making a mess”. Naturally something this ominous and personal, and the fact they have no other options and she wants to prove a point, is catnip to Lena who lets the king out.. who turns out to be what you’d get if Bart Simpson’s evil deformed twin Hugo and the messed up Dipper Clone from Gravity Falls did a fusion dance. While also in a nice nod looking VERY similar, with his broad fangs and red eyes, to the evil version of mickey from runaway brain. It’s also somehow the SECOND TIME i’ve seen a child supress his negative emotions to the point they manifested into a person shoved deep inside our hero’s head. Lena naturally loves this feral goblin who Huey explains as all his impulses and emotoins, his spur of the moemnt ones anyway, funneled into one being so he can use logic and only logic.  So basically.. Huey is bruce banner.. get.. this kid.. some therapy. 

Point is Huey dosen’t want to embrace his wild side, while Lena points out he needs to, and that sh’es learned from experince being a part of ones self someone ignored entirely as Magica’s shadow he can’t just ignore this and hope it goes away. And given Bruce Banner eventually got several more split personalities which turn into hulking rage monsters, which are a sadist with a good core, a raging child and a las vega leg breaker, and that KO repressing TKO just lead to his other half killing everything he loved and only getting that snapped back thanks to god himself... yeah maybe Lena’s right. And this really brilliantly plays into Lena’s development: Her past two episodes have been entirely about her solving a problem, her nightmares and her wondering magic, that she’s been running from by facing it. She’s learned by now you can’t just ignore something and expect it to go away. Again, that’s how you get Hulks. You have to face your sometimes literal demons and yourself to get better and make things better. And now she’s learned that, it’s Huey’s turn. His entire problem has been that he functions entirely on reason and when reason can’t work, he falls apart. It’s something I honed in on last week and has come up again. The point Lena, and the episode, is making with this bit is that sometimes you just have to trust yourself and go with your gut.  Huey, reluctnatly lets the duke out who goes Donald on Steelbeak... seriously while the big team shot of the cousins and triplets at the end of season 2 showed Huey as Fethry.. he’s easily the most Donald of the group. He’s considerate, romantic, seriously the date he set up for Fenton really was sweet and Violet is in for some very nice evenings.. but also stubborn, prone to mental breakdowns, badly needs therapy (which donald IS getting so there’s hope), and when angry is a demon sent straight from hell. I REALLY hope this gets pointed out at some point.  However without focus the Duke is useless so Lena convinces Huey that he needs to not fight the duke as some evil demonic part of him but accept him: USE his rationality and strategy with his more violent and angry impulses. The two reunite with a hand shake, seriously i’m getting so many KO and TKO vibes this episode what the actual hell, and thei rmerged self easily beats steelbeak witha  wedgie and tied shoelaces. It’s beautiful to see and Lena is brought to tears.  Before we get to the finale, this was EASILY the best segment, using Lena’s character growth to faciltiate Huey’s that’s been going on all season: making him see he needs to step out of his comfort zone of logic and accept his own inner strenght, his complete self, to really function. It’s good well done stuff and the setting is really intresting.  THE FINALE: You are my Inner Strength

So naturally all the parts come together as Scrooge and Heron’s fight lands near Huey and Lena with Webby, Dewey, Violet and Louie all showing up soon after. Scrooge in a really nice moment is  utterly proud of the kids, having had the utmost faith in them to get the pieces, and having his faith validated. He may be a cynical, sometimes assholish, old man.. but he loves and believes in his kids and future kids in law, he trusts them more than himself and he’s come far enough to not doubt them when he needs them most. FOWL however has regrouped, and Scrooge.. just gives them the assembled sword. Unsurprisingly, if still awesomely this is a ploy: Heron tries using the sword.. but it flies out of her hand and into Scrooges. He out gambited them. Also getting JoJo’s Bizzare Adventure vibes this episode with all the planning and counter planning and I am loving it. As he explains the sword reponds to true inner strength,  while heron is all surface level: All malice and schemes and nothing beneath her character, as are the others. There 3 dimensional characters.. but their all pretty open with who they are and not really open to introspection, where as our heroes are and thus grew.. and Scrooge already knows his inner strength: The kids. THey helped him  become a better person, all of them except violet and she just joined the family give her time. They’ve all helped him let his walls down and let people in again after the tragedy of della destroyed him emotionally and put the walls up thick, with Lena being the one to finally get him to destroy them for good. They’ve all helped him be better and he’s helped them all be better in turn, giving them a live of adventure where there their best selves and becoming great kids who will become incredible adults. Their love for one another is what drives them. And thus activates the sword. FOWL seemingly decides to just book and our heroes have won.  Scrooge rewards his kids, new additons included, with some street meat cut byt he sword, and we get nice little shots of the lessons having sunk in with Huey knawing into his like a rabid wolf and Dewey and Webby sharing theirs blindly i’ts a sweet conclusion to a fun episode. But given we’re in the thick of the story arc now, FOWL naturally didn’t just book it for no reason.. this was all a setup. Heron calls back to Bradford with a mission accomplished and a lock of scrooge’s feathers. 

It’s genuinely impressive as there’s no way F.O.W.L. can loose here: They win the sword.. and they have both the feathers for whatever nightmare they have planned for the Ducks, and another Missing Mystery for their grand scheme. They loose.. and they likely already have a plan to get any mysteries the ducks gather, just like last time, and they still get what they want. Either way Scrooge and the audience are unaware of the real plan, and FOWL is still ahead. 

Dew-abolical! 

Final Thoughts for the Episode as a Whole:

While a bit weaker than the last two weeks, and almost entirely thanks to the first segment, this episode is still a fun ride and a great way to kick things off now the ducks and F.O.W.L. are both on the offensive. It was also a great way to bring the Saberwing Sisters back and give them some fresh dynamics outside of Webby for a change, bring back some old faviorite vilians and in general pack a fun, Barks and Rosa style adventure story into the myth arc while still dripping with the character progression and dynamics this show lives for. One dark spot aside this really is a great episode, and the other two segements are clever and fun enough to easily ignore that. This season continues to be the show at it’s absolute peak doing what it’s always done best: taking the past and making something fantastic with it.  Next Week: The kids, sadly minus my girls, audition to replace Zeus! Horay! Finally Zeus got MeTooed! It took long enough.. I mean they wrote entire sonets about his sex crimes. This isn’t a Bill Cosby situation where it suprised the general public, no one liked him since greek times to begin with. Also DAISY RETURNS! Horay! And so does the incredible storkules, MASTER OF COCKBLOCKING!  Also Horay! Seriously unlike the last two blocks of episodes there’s not a one i’m not excited about in the bunch.  Until then you can check my blogs for more reviews, and I plan to do the first episode this month and adjust my patreon rewards accordingly. You can follow said patreon at pateron dot com/popculturebuffet, comission reviews of other ducktales or cartoon episodes for 5 dollars an episode by shooting me an ask or message on here, and get out and vote tomorrow.. that’s not related to me but given how crucial this election is. Do it get out and vote. Until we meet again it’s been a pleasure. 

[thetaylorfiles]

I just followed you like a few weeks ago and binged read your most recent asks. you seem so sweet and i literally never send asks coz I'm worried someone will call out my English so this is new for me. tbh I wanted to know your opinion on josh.I've read stuff on blogs about how he's like his brother,then others about how he's different, other negative stuff.Uv been here long time so maybe u could clear things for me.

I’ll never call out your English even if it isn’t perfect. Hell, mine isn’t perfect and it’s the only language I know!! Hahaha. But yours is great so you’ve got nothing to worry about. :)

Okay, so here’s what I know:

Based on my own research, Josh has no negative press about him whatsoever. No one out there thinks he’s shady or a criminal or think is he’s bad news. There was one time that people found out Karlie was married to him because it was revealed on Project Runway and there was a knee jerk reaction that she was married to “a Kushner”, but it came and went away quickly. He’s never been brought up on charges of any sort and he’s never spoken poorly of in the press.

That was a shock to me coming out of the Kaylor fandom. He was presented as this guy who the whole world knew of and hated due to how brother and father. But it’s simply not true. I’ve always issued a challenge to any Kaylor: find me a reputable publication that calls Joshs reputation into question and I’ll concede I’m wrong. No one ever has.

Beyond that, I became very good friends with someone who lived in NY and was married to a top exec at Oscar Health amd was close toJosh, mostly through work. They had loads of friends in common, a lot of whom all went to Harvard business school together. She has socialized with Josh (and Karlie sometimes too) on occasion for work things and a few personal things.

Here’s what she told me about him from a personal standpoint:

He’s an extremely nice, good guy who’s very well liked by everyone. He’s a good and fair boss and is looked upon favorably in his business. He was also known to be a really sweet guy amongst his friends (the ones he went to business school with). Apparently a lot of girls had crushes on him but he only dated one or two girls and they were longer relationships. Not too serious but longer. He didn’t do one night stands or hookup with a lot of girls. He was very studious and very nerdy and got great grades.

Oh, and I can confirm that my friend is married to a man who is an executive at Oscar Health. I can’t verify anything else she told me obviously. But I have actual proof that they worked together as high up execs at Oscar.

That’s all I know.

Thank you for the sweet compliments, too! Feel freee to stick around and send asks for whatever reason. It’s good to hear from you!

[tvehyungs-gf]

Could you do 1, 12, and 94 with jimin :)

Birthday Kisses and Cacti - Fuckboy!Jimin DrabbleI DIDN’T MEAN TO IT MAKE SO LONG OMG THIS IS AN IMAGINE NOW

✧ What if I kissed you right now?✧ Quit looking at me, you’re making me nervous.✧ This is why we can’t have nice things.

Jimin is a fuckboy, it was evidently obvious with the number of girls and boys who left his apartment every other day. Being his across the hall neighbor was hell and you weren’t sure why you haven’t moved to a new place yet. Maybe it was because you silently hoped that he would come knocking on your door and fuck you till noon or for him to confess his true feelings to you.

You were indisputably pathetic for being head over heels in love with a fuckboy, but you had no fucking shame. It was wack, yet, you didn’t care. Of course, however, you forbid anyone from knowing about your undeniable massive crush on the man. Despite being a nerdy love-struck girl, you did have a title to withhold; the fuckgirl of college.

It was cheesy really. You being the fuckgirl that no one could call theirs and Jimin being the fuckboy that no girl had the chance to ever be in a relationship with. For both of you, you only believed in one night stands and nothing more. However, oddly enough, the only fucking person you wished to be in a relationship was with Jimin. It was weird. And unfortunately, you had no answer that can explain the question of why you liked him. You just do.

And it was already weird enough that the two biggest players on campus haven’t already fucked another yet. Now, that is another question that’s left unanswered.

Speaking of unanswered questions, this leaves us with this scenario. Your best friend, Jungkook, has been nagging you for the past hour about some party that was going down in the ‘Three Kim’s’ dormitory.

“Dude, you have to take me with you!” Jungkook whined, his phone held tightly in the grasp of his hands. Twitter was pulled up on his phone, the tweet mocking you in the face as you read what Jungkook was showing you on his feed. “And I can’t go if you’re not going! Plus, we would be absolute losers if we don’t go!”

You rolled your eyes after reading the tweet from one of the Kim’s themselves, specifically by Kim Taehyung. “Party tonight at the house! You’d be fucking losers if you’re not showing up for the biggest Halloween party! Also, bring presents lol!”

“Why should we go?” You asked with a brow raised. “You don’t even go to college here.” You folded your arms across your chest and watched the younger boy roll his eyes at you.

“And?” He scoffed before looking back at his cellular device. “I was about to go to college here, so technically, it counts.”

Boy, he was reaching. “That really doesn’t count, bro.”

“Aaaand!” He dragged. “I have lots of friends who go here too!” He shrugged. His eyes were glued to his phone before a malicious smirk played on his face. “I think I know what will get you to come to the party.” His eyes peeked up at you, making his face look like a devil in disguise.

“And it is?” You questioned kind of curious.

Jungkook chuckled evilly, the phone he held now shoved in front of your face. It was another tweet by Taehyung. “Lots of people are asking why it’s important to bring presents & its because we’re celebrating our favorite fucker, Jimin’s birthday!”

You were going to fucking go. And Jungkook knew by the look on your face that you guys were definitely going to the party. “Fine.”

Panic. You were in panic mode for many reasons, but let’s start off with the fact that you had no idea what the hell to dress up as. Should you look cute or sexy? Should you cosplay or just go simple? These were tough questions to answer and it made you feel stressed out. And stressed out for what? A party? You really were pathetic.

“Dude, just pick something.” Jungkook groaned. “It’s literally not that serious.”

You scoffed, flicking him off. “Fuck off. I can’t just go there looking like I didn’t put some type of effort. I have a reputation to withhold.”

��Yeah, right.” Jungkook sighed and stood up on his feet. He was seriously one to talk because he had dressed all out. From the doc martins to the black military pants and the matching military top, Jungkook looked like he just got done with his military service but with a twist. He had a deep fake gash on his cheek and vein marks on his skin. To put it lightly, he was zombified. “You should dress up as Lara Croft since you have all those accessories from when you did that Attack on Titan cosplay.”

“Wow.” You gasped surprised. “You actually have a good idea for once.” Quickly, you reached for your grey tank top and a pair of military-style khaki pants.

Jungkook shook his head in disagreement. “You’re so rude today. After everything I’ve done for you!” He sighed dramatically and fell back onto your bed with a bounce. “I get treated like a bag of dirt by my own best friend. Wow!” He gasped. “Life is great.” He continued, eyes closing.

“Oh shut up.” You rolled your eyes and began to get undressed out of Jungkook’s oversized t-shirt and shorts. Quickly, you threw on your cargo pants. “Anyway,” You pulled the tank top over your head. “Who did your zombie makeup?”

Jungkook sat up, his head resting on his palm as he readjusted himself to lay sideways. “Ya know how Hoseok works at the Korean BBQ place?” You nodded with a hum. “Well, his coworker goes to school here and she’s super into makeup and whatever so I stopped by her place before coming back here.”

“Oh, nice.” You gave him a thumbs up and turned back to your closet. Now all you need was to find all the gear you needed.

After a while of digging, you eventually found everything you needed. Once that was done, you did your makeup and styled your hair. “Alright!” You smiled happily. You looked fucking great! “Now we just have to find Jimin a present and then we can head to the party.”

“Finally!” Jungkook cried out excitedly. “I thought I was going to die of old age by the time you finished.”

“I’m actually this close,” You showed him an okay sign to represent how annoyed you were. “To smacking you in the face.”

The boy rolled his eyes. “You haven’t done it already so…” He shrugged. “Let’s go.”

By the time you the two of you finished getting Jimin a present, you found yourselves standing in front of a big house. “Damn, they must be loaded if they can afford to live in this type of house.” Jungkook gasped in awe. His eyes were wide open and you swore you could see a fly dancing in his mouth with how big his mouth was open.

You chuckled. “Yeah, well,” You shrugged your shoulders. “They are rich. Anyway, c’mon lets get inside.”

Jungkook closed his mouth and followed you inside the house.

There were people everywhere with red solo cups in their hands and costumes adorned on their body. You were surprised with how many who actually dressed to par and went all out. But not even a minute later, you both were in the kitchen getting drinks.

Eventually, Jungkook bid farewell without even telling you. You only noticed he was gone when you saw him chatting up with some chick across the room. Typical.

Taking the present you got Jimin, you decided it was probably a good idea to give it to him than to hold onto it all night. So with the quest set in mind, you left the kitchen to find the man of the night. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long to find him because you actually bumped into him in one of the hallways on the second floor.

“Ah, Y/N! I didn’t know you were going to come.” Jimin side hugged you. He was wearing a typical cop costume with the all-black attire, handcuffs, a fake gun, and a hat. “I would’ve dressed up with a better costume.”

You giggled. “Ah, you already have a nice costume, Mr. Officer.” You winked. Gosh, you were in too deep with this crushing thing.

“You do too, Ms. Croft.” Jimin bit down on his very plump bottom lip. “Ah, is that a cactus?” He pointed to the small plant you held in your left hand.

“Oh!” You blushed and handed it to him. “Yes, it’s your birthday present. Happy birthday!”

Jimin laughed and gladly accepted the plant. “Thank you!” He grinned, eyes turning into crescents. “I should probably put this in a safe place.” He turned around and walked towards a door, but before he opened the door, he turned to you with a raised brow. “Aren’t you going to come?”

“Huh?” You were confused. “I mean, yeah.” You followed him inside the office room with a questionable look. Why did he want you to follow him? You stood by the door and watched him set the plant down carefully on the desk that was placed in front of a window.

Suddenly, Jimin turned to you. “Quit looking at me, you’re making me nervous.”

“Nervous?” You asked with your arms folded across your chest. “The Park Jimin is nervous because I’m looking at him?” You chuckled. “Weird.”

He rolled his eyes. “I mean, you are the Y/L/N Y/N. Why wouldn’t I be nervous about you?”

“Because you’re used to girls ogling you.” You shrugged. “I don’t see how I’m any different.”

The cop scoffed as you walked towards him. He leaned back against the desk with arms on either side of him. “You’re the hottest girl here and it’s impossible to get into something more than a one night stand with you.”

If your heart hasn’t already fallen to the floor, it definitely did now. To say you were in shock was an understatement; you were astounded. “Wait, what?” You had to be hearing things!

And now were you seeing things too? Because the blush on Jimin’s cheek wasn’t there before. “I-” He sighed standing up. “Fuck, well, I’m already in a bit too deep and maybe it’s the 5 and a half shots I took that’s making me too fucking confident but I think I like you. I mean, I find you extremely fucking attractive.”

That’s it. You were hallucinating! “There’s no way you feel the same way I do.”

“You feel the same way about me?” Jimin was surprised too. Wow, the odds were in your favor tonight. “Fuck, that’s amazing.”

You literally had no words because everything seemed as if you were just imaging things. “To be fair, we should’ve expected it. Literally everyone on campus expected it.”

“Then,” Jimin took your hand in his and pulled you closer to him. He leaned back against the desk again and looked at you with eyes that screamed hunger and lust. “What if I kissed you right now?”

Biting down on your lip, you took the initiative to take the last step closer to the cop before you. At this point, you could climb on top of Jimin if you wanted to. “Do it and find out.” You winked.

Jimin smirked, his hands released yours as he placed them on your hip and leaned in closer to your lips. His lips were soft, fuck, they were super soft and moisturized that you took a mental note to ask him what type of chapstick he was using when you have the chance.

The kiss itself was fantastic, however, it was quick to escalate into a heated makeout session that resulted in Jimin spinning you around and placing you to sit on the desk. His hands found their way from your shoulders to your hands, holding them.

Your legs voluntarily wrapped themselves around his hips as your hands knocked off the forage hat he was wearing so that you can tangle your hands in his hair.

If someone were to walk in and see what the two of you were doing, they would definitely say that it was some pretty hot shit going on. However, the moment was quickly ruined when Jimin accidentally pushed your arm back making you come into contact with the cactus plant. “Oh fuck!” You whined, your arm stinging from the thorns.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” He took hold of your arm and examined it. You were lucky enough to be only pricked with two thorns but it still hurt. “Can I pull them out?”

You nodded. It was quick when he pulled the thorns out. With a sigh of relief, you looked at your arm with a frown. “I should probably put some ointment and a bandaid on it.”

“Yeah…” Jimin agreed. “I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to push your arm into it.”

You shook your head, your hands gripping his shoulders. “You’re fine! It’s fine, don’t worry.” You laughed.

“This is why we can’t have nice things.” Jimin frowned as you hopped off the desk. “I’m really sorry.”

“Jimin!” You rolled your eyes. “If I said that we can continue doing whatever we were doing back at your place tonight, would you stop saying sorry?”

“What was I saying sorry for again?”

You smirked. “Thought so.” You held his hand and pulled him out of the room. “Let’s go.”

As you both walked out, you failed to notice Jungkook standing there with his arms across his chest as a knowing smirk played on his lips. He knew that you guys were definitely going to fuck and that Jungkook was definitely going to use this against you.

What an amazing night.

AN: anD I OOP- I GOT WAY TO CARRIED ON WRITING THIS JSNCIK

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[rambling-at-midnight]

Pick Your Battles: Epilogue

Request: I loved Pick Your Battles! Can you do a small oneshot follow up of Five and Spartan Reader going to school?

I know you said small, anon, but I really love this universe and I had to resolve the unresolved question at the end of the story. So… have this 4603-word fic. I hope you aren’t too disappointed lol.

Pairing: Five x Reader

“That is not right,” you complain for the thirtieth time in as many minutes. Five’s gotten a bit tired of it, really. “You don’t—nobody actually believes Caesar was stabbed, right? He was poisoned! I was there!”

“Really?” Five asks, fascinated. “Were you the poisoner?”

“No, I was protecting the poisoner,” you respond, scowling at the worksheet the teacher gave the class. “These are all wrong! Does anyone bother to consider if historians are lying because they’re ashamed of either themselves or their friends? This is all bullshit!”

“Hey, calm down,” Five soothes. “Look, I know it’s hard.”

You snort. “It’s not ‘hard’, dumbass. I’m fine in this era.” It’s true; you’ve adjusted almost completely. Except for the concept of the computer—how can there be an entirely different world that people can only access through specific portals? This is literally magic—but not the actual use of it, you’re fine. In fact, you’re great. Everyone in this school is so transparent and easy to read and manipulate. “Everyone else is just stupid.”

Five has to give that one to you. “I mean, yeah, but we can’t really say that.”

A football player leans over to your desk. “Y/N, what’s the answer for number seven?”

“Well, I can’t just tell you that,” you whisper back, all traces of frustration wiped off your face. “Isn’t the point of this class to learn?” Five would be impressed with your acting if you weren’t flirting with another boy to do it.

No, he still hasn’t told you how he feels. He’d sort of assumed that you and him would end up together eventually, considering it would be sort of weird for an old lady in a young body to date a younger person, but you don’t seem to have a problem with it. You’ve got half the male population panting after you; they seem to think your accent is hot and your chameleon-like personality isn’t hurting things. To be honest, Five wouldn’t be bothered by the logistics of it if he didn’t love you.

Five grinds his teeth together as you and the oaf continue to flirt. Why on earth would you show interest in him? He’s not smart, and you don’t seem like the type of girl to wrap a meathead around your finger; you seem like the kind of girl that would have a partner that’s her equal in every way to push her and help her improve.

Or maybe he just thinks that because he wishes that was him you were flirting with.

Five’s about to kick your chair to get you to pay attention to him, dammit, but someone leans over and puts their pencil on his desk. All the flirting’s got him in a bad mood, so his expression when he turns to see what the person wants must be thunderous. Their expression is hilarious; they seem to think he’s about to kill them.

It’s a small girl named Angie with bouncy curls. She’s a part of the drama department of this infernal school. All Five knows about her is that she’s got a high-pitched voice and a great body. He’s sure you know more about her. You know just about everything about everyone.

“Hey, Paolo, I was just wondering,” she starts, biting her lip at Five and leaning further across the desk in an obvious attempt to entice him with her chest. He grimaces at the fake name he’d used to enroll with at the school. “Are you going to the dance with Y/N?”

Five blinks at her for a second. He’d expected her to ask him to the dance, but… “No,” he answers slowly, the beginnings of an idea forming in his head. He doesn’t even glance at her chest and instead stares at her levelly, which seems to unnerve her a little bit.

“Oh, cool!” She tosses her hair. “I know Michael is planning on asking her.”

Five’s jaw clenches and a muscle in it ticks. “I see.”

Angie gasps loudly and dramatically, which makes a few people look at her. Now you’re paying attention to the conversation, Five can tell, and he barely shakes his head: He’ll tell you later; keep paying attention to the doofus trying to get a look down your shirt.

“Paolo, do you like Y/N?” she whispers.

“She’s my best friend,” Five answers cautiously. He’s pretty sure he knows where this is going, but some of the modern slang still confuses him.

“But do you like… like like her?” Angie clarifies.

“No,” Five says unconvincingly. Hey, you’re the actor in this… it’s not a relationship. Partnership. You’re the actor in this partnership. “No, I just… I’m really protective of her,” he forces out. He can’t bring himself to say that he thinks of you like a sister. “You know, since we’ve been in the foster system together for so long.”

The bell rings and you finally extricate yourself from your conversation with the football oaf, much to Five’s relief. Next period he has is lunch, and if you leave Five for the football lunch table or bring the football boys to your shared table he just might throw a fit. You’re his partner, goddamnit, and you’re his best friend, and you’re his crush. He doesn’t like to share.

Well, he’s a bit protective of you. He wasn’t lying to Angie.

“What did she want?” you ask immediately, falling into step with him. God, walking everywhere is so tedious. Five would love to be able to jump to his classes, but he doesn’t need people to know that he’s really Five Hargreeves who disappeared years ago and has reappeared looking the exact same age.

“She said you should join the theater department,” he lies smoothly. He’s gotten much better at it; he’s not better than you, but there have been times when he’s been able to fool you. Like when he told you he wasn’t even planning on going to the dance.

Well, he’s not planning. He’s fantasized.

It might have something to do with your skill at reading him as an old man. You’re still getting used to Five in his kid body.

You snort. “I’m not an amateur.”

“Then go star in your own movie,” Five suggests. “I’m sure Allison could hook you up.” It’s actually a good idea; you’re great at acting and you’ve got connections, so why not? He steps in front of you when you look incredulous, bouncing on his heels. “Just think about it, Y/N,” he pleads. “Actors can build up a cult following. That would be a great place to start, right? It’s a relatively fun job, you’re really good at it, and as long as we’re successful we won’t even have to worry about money no matter what we do on the side!”

You bite your lip. “You really think so?” When too many people start giving you odd looks for standing in the middle of the hallway and building up traffic, you grab Five’s arm and start to haul him backwards towards the lunch room. You’re hungry.

“You know what, I’ve got an even better idea,” Five says, nearly tripping as he tries to turn himself around. You and him have hated the foster home you’ve been stuck in ever since you’ve gotten back. He’d refused to be adopted by one of his siblings, because that would be utterly humiliating, and also because if the two of you were adopted it’d be weird if you ever got together. “Allison can adopt you! It’ll help her reputation as a family woman or whatever if she’s adopting poor orphans.”

“What about you?” you ask, sitting down at your lunch table. Five sits across from you. No one dares to join you because of the nasty looks Five sends people.

Five grimaces. “Get adopted by one of my own siblings? No thanks.”

You scowl. “Five, that place is crappy. I’m not abandoning you in it especially when we have the option not to.”

“I don’t want to,” he insists. “My new name is Paolo without a last name. It’s a complete new start, and I can’t be adopted by any of my siblings because someone will inevitably make the connection. My appearance hasn’t changed at all, plus being a Hargreeves? But you’re unknown, Y/N. Besides, we’ll still hang out. I’ll just sleep over at the house, or maybe I won’t. They wouldn’t notice anyway.” The quick grin he flashes at you has butterflies fluttering in your stomach, so you look down at your lunch.

You pull out a thermos container and frown at it.

“That’s a thermos,” Five instructs, a little tired. “Unscrew the top. So it’s decided, then?”

“I’m not changing schools,” you decide. “I don’t want to leave you or join new teams.”

“I’m sure Allison won’t mind you living at the Academy,” Five shrugs. “Now I just need to decide what to do with my future.”

“I think being a model is out of the question,” you tease. It’s a total lie; he’d make fantastic money as a model. Five is hot as a kid.

“I’ll speak with Allison after we get out of school,” he says, smiling at you without showing teeth. “Not that I would want to be a model anyway, but if I did, I would be fantastic.”

“Yeah, if you were a model for nerdy loser time travelers,” you snort.

“I’m not a nerd!”

You fix Five with a look. “Honey, you’ve spent your entire life working on math.”

“Yeah, to get back to my family!” he protests. He’s not sure whether to be offended or just roll with the teasing.

You purse your lips and raise your eyebrows. “It was your personal decision to translate the problem into math. Honestly, I don’t know how you did manage to incorporate calculations into it; in case you haven’t noticed, there’s not a lot of math involved in, like, running or something.”

“When someone times you,” he counters.

You wave a hand dismissively. “Yeah, but you don’t have to be able to time your run in order to run.”

“Just forget it,” Five grumbles. “You don’t understand.”

You spear a piece of the chicken that was inside the thermos and take a hesitant bite. It’s not flavored at all. Spartan cooking may have been awful, but you’ve gotten used to good food.

Honestly, this foster home’s food might as well be straight from Sparta. Five hates it and generally steals food from stores and the cafeteria, especially when the foster parents forget completely to pack the food.

Truth be told, you’re a bit disappointed, but not in the food. The school’s big dance is coming up, and you’d hoped that Five would ask you, but he seems to have his eye on Angie. She seems to like him too, so you quickly gave up on that and started scouting out suitable males to take you. It’s not like it’s hard. They’re all so shallow and dumb.

You want to ask him if he’s taking Angie, either to dash your hopes once and for all or to know that you’ve still got a chance, but you can’t take that risk.

So you take another bite of the dry chicken and try to swallow it.

Word gets out quickly once you’re adopted by Allison. If you weren’t already the most popular girl at school, you are now. Everyone wants to be your friend. You pretend to want to be theirs, too, and the amount of people that unknowingly hand you information about possible conflicts to exploit are astronomical.

You know all about the fight that Susia and McKayla are having, and the problems George is having at home. Richard is cheating on his girlfriend, Katherine, with Drake.

You know everyone and everything, and only Five knows you.

Michael asked you to the dance. You’d panicked for once and told him you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to go anyway because of how chaotic the adoption is, because you hadn’t wanted to put up with him peering down your shirt and only talking about how your accent is attractive. You were never one of the femme fatale assassins, so you’re not very used to people showing interest in you. The only way you know anything about flirting is by doing it with Five for all the years you two haven’t been sniping at each other.

“It’s Paolo, isn’t it?” he’d asked, scowling, and you were so offput you’d forgotten for a moment who Paolo was.

“I—it’s no one,” you’d replied, confused. “I’m just not sure if Allison wants me to live at her house here or her other house. It’s just…” you look at the ground and bite your lip, playing the vulnerable girl card. “It’s really stressful. You’re here for me, though, right?”

“Yeah,” he’d replied, a little dazed.

You may not have had much practice, but you’re a very quick learner.

By the end of the day, word has spread like wildfire about how you might not be able to go to the dance and people are treating it like you just lost your mother or something. You’ve been approached by at least seven girls that have talked about how very sorry they are for you or some BS like that.

You can’t tell, but Five is ecstatic. He’d heard through Angie, who heard from Drake, who heard from Michael that you’d turned him down for the dance and said you didn’t know if you would be in town for it. Now, Five knows that’s a lie; you’d fight tooth and nail before letting anyone unenroll you from the school, but nobody else does.

He’s pretty sure you turned Michael down just because you didn’t want to go with him.

To be fair, that’s a decision anyone would have made, even if they didn’t have a crush on their partner/best friend/fellow assassin.

Still, he walks into your room after school and tells you to get up. It’s much larger than you’re used to, mostly because Allison is a mother and can’t picture you as anything other than a poor orphan girl with a tragic past and she wants to get to know you. You’re trying to be nicer to her because of her generosity.

“What?” you ask, putting down your book. “Why?”

“We’re going shopping,” Five says, rolling his eyes as if it was totally obvious. He’d stolen his foster mom’s credit card. She won’t even notice; she’s got like a hundred of them. Now he thinks about it, he should have just asked Allison to pay for the outing because she’s hella rich, but too late now. “Haven’t you learned by now from all our missions that dates have to wear matching outfits?” There was, like, one mission where he and you had to dress up and attend a dance together, but still.

“What?” you ask again. Five can see you blushing but decides against commenting.

“We’re going to the dance together,” he says slowly.

You blink. “Why?”

“Well, I know your excuse about not being sure if you would be in town is BS,” Five explains. God, he hopes you can’t see his nerves. “So you will be in town for the dance. And if you turned down Michael, that means you really don’t want to attend the dance with him. And if you’re there, he’ll want to dance with you. So—”

“All right, I get it!” you say loudly, cutting him off. Typical Five. Always looking out for you. You’re not a younger sibling that he needs to protect. This is going to be torture. Can’t he tell that you like him?

Of course he can’t. Like he’d said, you’re an amazing actress. Allison has already started sending out your headshots to different agents. She says you really have a future as an actress.

“Sure,” you say, getting up and leaving the book on your bed. “Won’t that make people think we’re dating or something, though?”

“We can just say we’re going as friends,” Five shrugs. “I mean, we’ve got the act going that we’re close because we grew up in the foster system together, so that would explain why we would go together.”

“All right.” You grin and interlock your arm with his. “Just warning you, though, I will be recognized.”

“I can handle a bit of fame,” Five says, rolling his eyes. “You forget I was a child star myself.”

“That is true,” you concede and start to drag him out of the house. “Allison, Five and I are going shopping!”

“Have fun!” she calls back from her room. “Do you need money?”

“I have a credit card!” Five yells.

“Who’s? It’s not one of mine, is it?”

Five pretends not to hear her and pulls you out of the house before she can quiz you two anymore.

Five swallows thickly when you open up the door to the Hargreeves mansion. You’re wearing your y/f/c dress and Allison’s hair stylist must have done your hair because it’s up in an elaborate twist.

“Hey,” you say, a little shyly. God, Five in a suit is going to be the death of you.

“Hey,” he replies, dazed. Allison has to clear her throat behind you two to get you to stop staring at each other.

“Y/N, I want you back by eleven,” she says sternly.

You glare at her. “Absolutely not.”

“Y/N, it is still a school night,” she starts but you’re already shaking your head.

“That’s what coffee’s for, Allison.”

She sputters, but you’re already out of the house, so she sighs wearily. I swear, if Claire’s anything like this when she’s older, Patrick will hand her right over to me with a smile on his face.

As you’d expected, the rumors start to circulate the moment you and Five step into the school arm in arm. A combination of intimidation of your new status as the celebrity kid and genius, and people’s fright of Five, keeps too many people from approaching you, though you notice Michael and Angie glaring at you two from opposite sides of the room, both with arms crossed and pouts on their faces.

“Did I tell you?” you ask, which is the first thing you’ve said since stepping in the school. For some reason, the air is thick between you and Five, and you sort of hate it. “I got a role.”

“Really? What is it?”

“Some movie adaptation of a book,” you say airily, waving your hand. “I’ll have to read it, of course, but I got the gist of it from that Wikipedia thing, and it’s a dystopian story. Lots of destruction. I’m sure you’ll feel right at home when you watch it, huh?” You nudge Five’s shoulder with yours and smile, trying to get him to, but he’s glancing around the room like he’s waiting for someone. If he’s going to ditch you, you’ll kill him. “Hello?” Five?” You wave your hand in front of his face. He doesn’t even blink. “Five.” You snap your fingers and he jerks away from you.

“What?” he snaps and you blink. He hasn’t snapped at you for a long time.

“Never mind,” you reply, unhooking your arm from around his. “I’ll be right back.” You march across the dance floor right to Angie. She tries to paste a smile onto her face when she sees you coming, but it’s obviously fake.

“You like Paolo, right?” you ask bluntly. You have a feeling she’s not in the mood to pussyfoot around anything right now.

“I don’t think I should be saying so to his date,” she replies, which is an inadvertent yes.

You wave your hand. “We came as friends. He’s not interested in even talking to me, though. Maybe he’ll be interested in talking to you.”

“Really?” Angie smiles at you.

“Good luck,” you reply. “You know how prickly he can be.”

She laughs softly. “Uh, yeah. Do you know if he likes me back?”

“He sure as hell doesn’t like me,” you say without thinking, which makes her brows crinkle with worry.

“Y/N, you aren’t interested in Paolo, right? I don’t want to make a move on him if you—”

“Doesn’t matter,” you reply. “He’s made it very clear we are just friends.”

Angie bounces across the floor. When you turn around, you’re confronted with a large chest. When you look up, Michael is forcing a very pained smile onto his face. “Hey, Y/N.”

You want to shoot yourself. “Hi, Michael!”

“You said you weren’t going to the dance,” he says pointedly, eyes flickering over to where Angie and Five are now talking.

“I honestly thought I wasn’t,” you fib. “By the time I found out, I thought you already had a date and I knew Fi—Paolo didn’t, so I thought it would be best to go as friends.”

“Why’d you think I already had a date?”

“I heard it somewhere,” you say vaguely. Before Michael can say anything else, a loud slap echoes around the room. Your head jerks around to where Angie is storming away from your ex-partner, looking to be about to cry, and Five is glaring after her, one hand on his cheek.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter under your breath. “Excuse me, Michael.” You hike up your dress and make it across the room before any of the teacher supervisors can converge on Five and ask him if he’s okay. You take the scowling boy by the ear and drag him out of the room in the opposite direction Angie left in, ignoring the wolf whistles that sound out and one loud “Ooh, someone’s in trouble!”

“Get off me!” Five exclaims the moment you step out of the room. You let go of his ear and instead grab the front of his shirt.

“What the hell did you say to her?”

“Shouldn’t you be worried about me?” Five gripes. “I’m the one that just got the shit slapped out of me!”

“Shut up, you’re fine,” you reply. “God knows you’ve gone through worse. Now I want to know why Angie’s suddenly on a slapping spree just after talking to you. Not that it isn’t a common urge I have whenever you even open up your mouth—”

“She was trying to get me to dance,” Five says sulkily, shoving his hands in his pockets as you let go of his shirt.

“So?” You look at him with disbelief. “What did you say to her, exactly?”

“I didn’t say anything!” he protests. “I told her I didn’t want to dance with her!”

You raise one skeptical eyebrow.

“Okay,” he grinds out. “And I called her—”

“I don’t even want to hear it,” you mutter. “You know, you deserve to get slapped sometimes, right?”

“And you won’t even let me trip you,” he mutters.

“Yeah, because I’m better than you,” you automatically reply. “Besides, why wouldn’t you dance with Angie just one time? She’s nice and she likes you! Don’t you like her?”

“God, no,” he replies viscerally. “God. No.”

“What’s so disgusting about her?” you ask, genuinely curious. Does he know something about Angie that you don’t?

“She isn’t you,” he blurts out, and both your eyes get as big as dinner plates. “Wait! Shit! I didn’t mean to say that!” Five tries to babble, but the damage is done.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you cut him off.

“It’s just that, well, she’s, you know. And, well, most girls are, well. And… you know?” He stares at you and chews his lip, awaiting your response like he made any sense at all.

“No, I don’t know,” you say slowly. “What do you mean, Five?”

Either he leans forward or he trips when he steps forward, but suddenly Five’s lips are on yours, a little too rough, and you instinctively pull back with shock.

“She’s not you,” Five repeats, breathing a little heavily. “Look, I get if you don’t feel the same way, but I had to get it out there. I like you, Y/N; I have since before we got our second chance and, god, I’ve really fucked up now, but I just—”

You grab the front of his shirt again and stand on your tiptoes to press your lips to his again. It turns out to be the best way to get him to shut up.

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What’s would the triplets social role at schools be? Like what clique/group

First and foremost, regardless of whichever ‘clique’ they “belong” to, they tend to seek each other in social group settings, for example, at lunch or at games/school rallies/functions. Tend don’t really fit into the stereotypical Jock/Nerd/Popular/Weirdo standing nor do they like that kinda school social structure or hierarchy. Plus, they just like hanging around each other.

But, they can’t always be together, and they DO have friends outside of their little family.

Dewey hangs out with the theatre and band kids. Because obviously. He’s so dramatic and he hecking LOVES composing music, if they didn’t love his contagious laughter and the way he brightens up a room so much, they would have kicked him out of the music room months ago because he’s either trying to steal the spotlight or literally trying to steal someone’s instrument while they play and insist they’re a genius and that they HAVE to teach him how to play (insert whatever instrument here). He’s also on the baseball team because honestly, he has too much boundless energy and could run bases for miles if someone let him and he’s actually a pretty good hit. Not the best thrower by any means though, his aim is always a bit too excitable, so he’s usually put on first base. He’s pretty much best friends with everyone on the team, and Dewey is the type of kid makes friends as easily as someone counts on their fingers, so it’s not hard for him to blend in in any crowd because he’ll always come out with making at least 3 new secret handshakes and 4 new nicknames.

Huey is on the school committee and is a class representative( Vice President) for his grade, which helps him get along with everyone, but doesn’t exactly create close friendships. (And even though he is kind and open and sincere to everyone, he simply doesn’t have the natural charisma that Dewey has that just draws people to him) He does have a few of his friends from his old Woodchucks group though that are in a few of his classes, and they’re always fun to partner up and be nerdy with because they’re used to Huey’s ecstatic tendencies when he gets excited about certain projects and they think it’s endearing. He’s also in science olympiad, which has earned him a few more friends who are just as fascinated by robotics as he is, and he’s just so excited that he can finally fanboy about Gizomduck with his own equally excited people.

Calling Louie a loner is a little bit of an overstatement, but for a while the kid really didn’t have much going for him in terms of groups, so he mostly hung around Webby for awhile. He wasn’t exactly interested in joining any sports clubs and as far as he could tell, he wasn’t interested in any of the extracurricular activities the school had to offer. So while waiting after school for his brothers to get done with their stuff, he got pretty bored pretty fast and he didn’t really have the means to make any friends when he wasn’t really doing anything or making an effort or want to do so. He just so happened to be hanging out by the bleachers one day, watching Dewey practice his swings and looking bored af when this boy with brilliant Blond hair comes by, asks him if he’s busy, and then kidnaps him before he could respond and takes him to one of the empty math classrooms on the second floor of the school. Apparently, the Blond boy was on the Mock Trial, and they desperately needed one more person on their team to enter the state competition. The Blond boy promised Louie didn’t even have to do anything, just show up to a few of the meetings and then to the competition and then the Blond boy and his team would take care of the rest. Louie, against his better judgment, agreed. Because 1) he really was bored, and 2) the Blond boy seemed really passionate, and Louie didn’t want to be the reason their team couldn’t go. The following week he showed up at one of their meetings and found out that the team, all except for the Blond boy, actually kinda, sucked at criminal and civil justice and didn’t seem like they knew what they were doing when they were building a case for the prosecution or defense for the trial. They were focusing on the wrong facts, missing the major points of evidence, ignoring certain witness statements that were the most prominent to the case and don’t even get Louie started on the pre-trial stipulations. The more Louie started pointing out what they were doing wrong and what they could do to fix their case, the more he actually started, liking, being a part of Mock Trial. The next meeting he was fully prepared, even had a bulletin board (compliments of Huey “Oh my God I can’t believe you’re actually getting into something not Money related who are you and what have you done with my brother?”) ready with cross-examinations and everything. By the time the competition arrived, the team was fully ready to crush it, and the Blond boy, with a confident gleam that reminded Louie of Dewey before he was about to touch a cursed Idol he was just told he absolutely shouldn’t touch, that it wouldn’t have been possible without Louie. And Louie would have agreed with him if he wasn’t too busy trying to make the warm fuzzy feelings in his stomach go away at the compliment. They ended up getting second place, which Louie supposes isn’t bad for only having like, 2 and a half weeks to prepare really, and the Blond boy thanks him with a hug the Louie WHOLEY isn’t prepared for at all. Louie acts cool though, ignoring the knowing looks and smiles his teammates kindly try to hide behind their hands, and promises that next year, they’d win for sure. The smile he’s rewarded with from the Blond boy makes him so glad he was so bored on those bleachers that day.

Webby is a cheerleader, and is absolutely friends with 0 of them despite her best efforts. She became a cheerleader for 2 reasons. Ohhhhh those backflips look fun, watch this girls. And. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh matching skirts, I need now. Imagine Webby as an overeager, over-excitable Kim possible, who loves pink and wants to be best friends with the Bonnie Rockwaller of the team. She makes the team, obviously, because no one can deny that Webby has the skill and the cheer prowess of an actual goddess, but her cheerfulness and downright people pleasing pleasant attitude isn’t enough to win the hearts of the squad. Despite that though, she still makes the best of it and still tries her best to get her squad to become her bffs (like they are in the movies). Despite what the cheer captain says about cheerleading only being done at Football and basketball games, Webby still decides that the other sports are just as deserving too, and never fails to show up to every one of Dewey’s games and cheer him on. This has earned her quite the reputation of becoming the unofficial Cheer Charm, (because despite whether the teams win or lose, she never fails to cheer them back up with a cool chant of an awesome kickflip or even just somehow embarrassing Dewey) She now goes around to every sports game/meet/competition she can, and tries to spread a little bit of that contagious and generous cheer with her because she didn’t realize before just how much that could mean to someone. Just how much one person cheering you on, a friend, could make all the difference in the world. The nickname, which was, of course, Dewey’s doing, caught on to the rest of the school, and soon everyone around knew who she was, and always greeted her with a friendly hello, smile, or high five. Everyone from the women’s track team to the chess club to even Louie’s Mock trial event (though she made to keep a silent cheer for that one, and they wouldn’t let her bring her pom pom’s into the courtroom) Despite none of them being as close to the best friends forever as Webby had imagine, she’s still incredibly happy with how many actual friends she’s made through this whole experience, and how many she continues to make every day just because she decides to take an awkward step forward away from social norms, because really, what even are those anyway, and decided to just be her kind and happy self. 

[yoon-kooks]

Witch Hazel- Pt.2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: FanficWriter!Jungkook, Idol!Reader, College!AU, Angst, Fluff

Summary: There are two students in your art class with a secret: you and the quiet Jeon Jungkook. You’re a problematic idol singer, infamous for your ice cold reputation and perpetual resting bitch face; he’s the artist and author behind the viral comic series based on a certain ice queen idol. After a blowup of destructive rumors, lost motivation and inevitable solitude, you stumble upon Jungkook’s comic and find a new and unexpected light.

Word Count: 3.6k

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // ?

A/N: yikes i haven’t updated this in super long aaaaaaaaa also happy birthday to the nuttiest kid in all the land, jeon jungkook :-) 

“Hey have you read Witch Hazel yet?”

“Of course I have… Who hasn’t?”

“True, it really went viral after Snow made that tweet, huh.”

“I can’t believe how much power that bitch has…”

“Yeah but that jk.seagull boy is super talented regardless.”

“It’s just a shame he wastes his talent on Snow of all people.”

“Right? Like, can you imagine if he wrote something about Park Jimin?? It’d be even more popular than Witch Hazel will ever b-”

The gossip dissipates as you walk into the art room, as if your classmates know you’re the idol they’ve been shit talking. But of course, that isn’t the case. It’s simply your chilling aura that halts any conversation for a brief moment.

You set your guitar case down and take your usual seat at the same table as the only two people who don’t seem to mind your presence.

“Y/N, did you hear? Jungkook became an overnight sensation,” Taehyung whispers to you as he points at the black mass that’s slumped over the table.

“Are you trying to tell me he’s the one who wrote the infamous Witch Hazel?” you yawn, unamused. But out of curiosity you look over to the boy who’s all bundled up under his hood with his head resting against the table, trying to catch up on as much sleep as possible before class begins. There’s no way he could write a fanfic comic about you.

“What? No! No, no, no, no,” Taehyung laughs and pulls out his phone to show you the same tabloid you’d seen the other day—the one that claimed Snow and Jimin were secretly dating. He points to the ominous hooded figure in the background of the photos. “Someone pointed him out in the midst of the whole Snow-Jimin chaos and now he’s a Twitter meme.”

“What kind of meme…?” You only ask because Jungkook does give off major meme vibes. Maybe it’s the way he pairs his round Harry Potter glasses and baggy hoodie with the tiny silver gauges in his ear and the ripped jeans that hug his thighs. He’s like some weeby hipster fusion, and you aren’t quite sure how to feel about that.

You don’t know what you were actually expecting, but it does feel a little shitty when you find out the meme in question features Jungkook as a shocked grim reaper who accidentally kills Snow’s career. Suddenly, you remember why you had chosen to stay away from social media.

“Funny, right?” Taehyung pats his sleeping friend’s broad back to wake him up. “But what’s even funnier is the fact that the cold-hearted Y/N reads fanfic, too??” Jungkook’s head pops up and tilts when he spots you sitting at their table. Oh no. The weeb thinks you’re one of them.

“I don't really read fanfic, okay? It’s just that Witch Hazel happened to be all over the internet, so I was curious.” You wave your hands in defense, praying they don’t get the wrong idea.

“Did you like it?” It’s literally the first fucking time you recall Jungkook ever speaking to you. His voice is much softer towards you than when he chatters with Taehyung, and there’s a genuine curiosity and innocence in his eyes.

“It was fine.” It’s not like you can just say no to those big doe eyes. “I just can’t believe there are people out there who really see Snow as their muse…” And what a relief it is to know.

Jungkook nods, although it seems like he’d say more if he wasn’t so shy. You watch as he pulls out two pages from his sketchbook, one with a realistic sketch of Taehyung’s face, and the other a comic version of a nerdy Jungkook.

“Thanks, friend.” Taehyung slides the beautiful portrait of himself over to the desk space in front of him and angles it towards you. “Stunning, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, too bad you didn't draw it yourself, you snake,” you shake your head. Despite all the hardwork Jungkook put into the portrait, you can’t help but feel bothered by the fact that his friend almost fucked him over with their little deal.

“Aww, don’t be so bitter, Y/N. I’m sure Jungkook would be willing to draw you too if you gave him something in return~” Taehyung winks at you, and as much as you’d love to tell him off, you can’t.

“Shut up, Tae-”

“I don't need his help,” you cut Jungkook off, pulling out your own self-portrait. Somehow it looks a lot uglier now than when you had first finished it. But whatever. At least it’s your own work, your own art. “I don’t need anyone’s help.”

Both Taehyung and Jungkook stare at your art, not really knowing what to say. The more you look at it yourself, the more you see that it doesn’t resemble you.

“Hey it kind of looks like Sn-”

“Alright everyone, it’s time for class to begin.” You’re thankful that your professor cut Taehyung off before his loud mouth said too much. You can’t believe your idiot self accidentally drew your portrait as a glammed-up Snow with her beautiful blue eyes rather than as a bland college kid Y/N with no shits to give. “Let’s start by taking a look at all of our self-portraits.”

You watch as your classmates take out their drawings, some better than others, but none quite as terrible as your own. You suppose you shouldn’t feel bad, considering you didn’t enter a school of the arts with the intentions of becoming an artist with paints and a sketchbook like most of your drawing class did. You entered school with the intentions of becoming an artist with your guitar and notebook. And the only reason why you made the decision to include this unrelated class on your schedule was to escape your failures as the musician you wished to be.

“Taehyung, since you love to talk, why don’t you start us off by introducing your piece? And then we’ll just go around the classroom one-by-one.” Your professor gestures to Jungkook’s drawing of Taehyung’s face. Great. The last thing you want to do is show off your ugly Snow portrait to an entire room of people you don’t really feel close to. If any of them find out you’re an idol, you’ll have to quit school. That was the agreement you made with Seokjin after he encouraged you to give school a chance.

“Well, I’d like to think my portrait is pretty straightforward. My approach was to be as realistic as possible while accentuating my most defining features such as my long eyelashes and beauty marks. And I did this by…” Taehyung goes on and on in such detail about the portrait that he didn’t even draw. It’s actually quite impressive. You envy his ability to speak with such confidence and charisma in a way that makes everyone believe his shitty art skills could produce something so beautiful. He knows how to make everyone his friend.

“Can you believe Taehyung’s that talented at drawing despite being a photography major?” You hear two girls whispering amongst themselves. “He’s incredible.”

Next is Jungkook. You snicker a bit at his drawing because it’s not exactly what you’d expect from the art genius of the class. While he had made Taehyung’s portrait super realistic, his own portrait looks like a bespectacled nerd that came straight out of a manga. Weeb. The thing that stands out most is his big nose. But you find it kind of cute.

“I just drew myself in comic form because that’s what I was most comfortable with,” he says, staring down at his sketch. You can tell he kind of trolled by overemphasizing with some dynamic lines for a more dramatic effect on his meme face.

“Amazing job as always, Jungkook,” your professor gives the boy a thumbs up in approval and elaborates further on the refined techniques he incorporated into the assignment. Jungkook only nods in response to the nice feedback. You appreciate how humble he is despite the professional level of his art. In the corner of your eye, however, you swear you see the same pair of Taehyung fangirls roll their eyes.

Finally it’s your turn. It’s unfortunate that you have to show your shitty artwork right after Jungkook’s two masterpieces, but it could be worse. After all, this wouldn’t be the first time your artistic ability has been criticized and compared with others. As an idol, you deal with that all the time.

“My self-portrait doesn’t look like me because it’s like a mask that superheroes wear to conceal their identities. So people don’t know what’s really hiding beneath the surface.” You don’t mean to darken the mood, but that’s the best way to put it without explicitly saying you have another identity as Snow. No one in your class makes a comment, but you suppose that’s expected. They wouldn't understand.

“And the blue eyes?” You wish your professor wouldn’t prompt you with more questions. Why couldn't she just say you did a good job and move on like she did with everyone else? You feel singled-out.

“I think they’re prettier than my real eyes.” You don’t want to tell everyone you’re a cold-hearted ice queen, but you aren’t completely lying either. Back when you first entered Polar Entertainment, you remember thinking it’d be cute to wear those icy blue contacts for your audition. And you suppose it paid off because you were told you were beautiful with a beautiful voice, perfectly suited to be an idol. But an idol was never what you wanted to be. Beauty wasn’t what you wanted to be remembered by, but that seems to be the only thing people ever praise Snow for.

“So your portrait is more of a reflection of who you’d like to be?” Wrong. Absolutely wrong.

“Yeah,” you say, in hopes that your professor will move on to pestering the next person. Thankfully, she does.

After wasting the majority of class on showcasing everyone’s artwork, your professor announces that there’s a “phase two” in the portrait unit. The new assignment is basically to draw yourself again, “but with the interpretation and direction from two of your classmates.” Your professor also notes that this group project requires a lot of work and interaction outside of class, and that you should get to know your groupmates really well in order to succeed in this assignment. Fantastic. You hate group projects.

You remember the horror stories from high school of being that one kid who couldn’t find a group, or having incompetent groupmates who let you down. You’d much prefer to do the work all on your own. Especially when you know your class has some pretty incompetent students of its own, namely Kim Taehyung. You’d hate to be stuck with that guy.

“Psst, Jungkook, Y/N. Wanna be in a group together?” No, you do not want to be in a group with Taehyung. However, you’re in no position to turn down his offer. Because you’re sure everyone else in your class wouldn’t appreciate having you on their team. That's just the way things are.

“Sure,” you say. Jungkook nods after you. Perhaps working with Jungkook will outweigh being dragged down by a slacker like Taehyung.

“Great, should we hangout after class today? Today’s like the one time I don’t have a date planned.” Taehyung flips through the filled calendar on his phone before handing his phone over for you to give him your number. After doing so, you check your own phone for a text from the boy with his number, but instead you find a message from your boss.

2:46PM monster lady👹 “Snow-- Seokjin informed me that you’ve requested to take time off from work. In light of this and the current situation regarding Park Jimin, please drop by my office today so we can have an open discussion about the best option for you moving forward.”

“I can’t, I have somewhere to go after class. Sorry guys.” You only feel bad because you’re the one holding them back.

“Where do you have to go? Is it a date?” Taehyung asks. Why does this guy only ever think about dates?

“No…” you answer, praying he’ll stop being so nosy.

“Then what-”

“Actually, I’m busy today too,” Jungkook adds before the other boy can say anything else. “I have to do a bunch of drawings for my animation class.”

“Excuses, excuses,” Taehyung shakes his head at you and Jungkook, as if he’s the responsible one in the group. “How did I get stuck with the two most antisocial people in the class?”

“You’re the one who asked us,” is what you want to say, but Jungkook says it for you.

“Fine, fine,” the other boy gives in because he knows he’ll fail the class without his buddy. “I’ll go get laid tonight, I guess.”

You nod, packing your things into bag and picking up your guitar. Before you leave, you realize you forgot something.

“Can I get your number too?” You point your guitar case in Jungkook’s direction. Flustered, he feels around his entire hoodie for his phone, only to remember it’s in the ass pocket of those tight jeans. He looks a bit hesitant about swapping phones with you, and you think it’s probably because he’s never gotten a girl’s number before.

But of course, it’s actually because he’s embarrassed by his lockscreen, a bright photo of Snow with a soft yellow sundress and her guitar. You remember you’d been excited for that photoshoot because you didn’t have to do any of the usual pin-up modeling that your company loves to milk out of you. But it’ll forever leave a bitter taste in your mouth because of the guitar. It was merely a prop, and nothing more.

You don’t say anything as you input your number into his phone, but you’ll never understand his infatuation with an idol as one-dimensional as Snow. Especially when he hasn’t even met her.

-

As you walk down the halls of your company’s building, you try not to get your hopes up. Sure, your boss might’ve sent you a friendly little text about having an “open discussion” with you, but you know she probably already has her mind made up on whatever’ll be best for herself and her company.

Knock. “Come in,” an authoritative voice calls out from the other side of the door. A middle-aged lady with round reading glasses and an edgy A-line bob sits at her desk, hands clasped together, when you step into her office. Yang Sooyoung, CEO of Polar Entertainment, the woman you’ve despised for the majority of your idol career, gestures for you to take the seat in front of her. “How are you today, Snow?”

“Good,” you lie. She doesn’t really give a shit about your well-being anyway, so why bother humoring her.

“That’s good,” she nods. “Were you busy earlier?” You know she’s only asking you this because she’s ticked off that you didn’t come sooner.

“I was just running some errands on my day off.” She isn’t aware that you attend school, and you’d like to keep it that way.

“Oh, I see. But please do try to make this your priority, just as we make you ours.”

“Of course.”

“That being said, we believe it’s best for you to apologize for the recent incident with Park Jimin. After we release a statement, you’ll be able to enjoy your time away from idol work, free of stress.”

“What exactly do you want me to apologize for?” You try your best not to come off sounding too annoyed, but you were never good at acting. Or being fake.

“For being too friendly with the boy, and as a result, causing a misunderstanding.” For being too friendly with a boy? All you recall doing was talking to Jimin for five minutes max.

“I need to apologize for that?”

“Yes,” she nods, completely serious. “I know you shouldn’t have to apologize, but it’s the most efficient way of handling the situation. I spoke to a representative from Bloom Entertainment, and they’ve already dealt with Jimin’s side.”

“I’ll clarify what happened in order to clear up any misunderstanding,” you say. “But I’m still not going to say sorry when I did nothing wrong.”

Your boss raises her pointy eyebrows and shakes her head. “Snow, for the sake of damage control, please just apologize. It doesn’t matter if it’s genuine or not. We just need to handle things professionally here.”

It doesn’t matter if you’re genuine. Just hearing those words infuriates you. “I can’t pretend like I’m obligated to apologize all the time just because I’m an idol with flaws. I don’t owe society anything.”

“But you do owe me and my company something, don’t you think? Who gave you the opportunity to become an idol in the first place? Me. So if you can’t suck it up and apologize to preserve my company’s reputation, then don’t call yourself an idol.”

What you want to do is quit and let your shitty boss rot with her company. The only reason her company has prospered is because of you—not the other way around. Ever since becoming an idol, you’ve felt more dead than alive. Snow, the fabricated idol, may be prospering. But Y/N, the actual girl behind Snow’s mask, is fading.

At the same time, you know you can’t quit. Not for the sake of the company, nor for the sake of money and fame, but for the sake of becoming someone’s hero, anyone’s hero. If you could achieve that goal through other means, you would. But at this rate, being the idol you hate is all you can do to make people happy. At least for now.

So you make your apology and let PR handle the rest. In exchange, you’re given a maximum of half a year to get your shit together before your contract expires.

-

That night, you lay sprawled out on your bed in your pink penguin pajamas. Rather than filling your mind with the toxicity you’ve been dealing with for the past few days, you try to let it go for now. Despite the frustrating talk you had with your boss, reality is sinking in that you have a nice long break ahead. You can’t remember the last time you’ve felt so relieved. Free.

You even made a promise to yourself that you’d steer far, far away from anything Snow or idol-related for the next few weeks. And there are only two exceptions you’ll make.

The first exception is your manager. As your one and only friend, you do rely on Seokjin more than you’d like to admit. Because not only does he keep you from doing irrational things as an idol, he also keeps you company on your days off from work and school. The two of you get along quite well, and he’s the only person you can be yourself around. He’s like your life boat—without him, you surely would’ve sunk long ago.

The second exception is Witch Hazel. And as soon as you curl up into your bed, you go to the jk.seagull blog, now bookmarked on your phone’s browser. He has several short posts added to his blog since the last time you checked.

“asdfghjkl;;;;”

“sHE!!!”

“i cant believe snow saw witch hazel?? and even tweeted about it??”

“guys this makes me so happy :((((”

“brb crying”

“ok im back but holy fuck wow”

“anyway thank you guys so much for showing this comic a lot of love and support :(((”

“ill try my best to make pt.2 even better! i might be a little busy with art school, but please anticipate another update soon!”

He’s an art student like you. He’s enthusiastic about sharing his art with others, like the way you feel when releasing a new album. He’s genuinely grateful for the support from his audience, like the way you feel at the end of every concert. But he does it all behind a mask, just like you.

Just as you’re about to close your browser and text Seokjin about spending the night, a new post pops up on jk.seagull’s blog.

“lmao heres a sneak peek of pt.2 that no one asked for~”

Beneath the caption is a sketch of little Snow trying to make friends with a bunny boy character, but she fails because she’s too much of a stubborn tsundere. You assume this new bunny character must be a fellow superhero of some sort, a possible ally or maybe even a romantic interest. Either way, you find it both cute and hilarious. Snow could never have a romantic interest in real life, but you suppose it’s nice to dream. At the same time, you laugh because it’s true that you struggle with being too stubborn and closed off to make friends. Somehow, this jk.seagull guy knows you too well.

With that, you close your browser and open the messaging app on your phone. But rather than texting Seokjin like you had originally planned, you start a new chat.

9:37PM Y/N “Taehyung, Jungkook, let’s meet up tomorrow morning if you guys are free to work on the project”

9:38PM Y/N “💃💃💃”

You aren’t sure why you felt the need to include a stream of dancing girl emojis, but maybe it’s the least you can do in an effort to be more friendly.

9:40PM Taehyung “Yeah I’m not free lol”

9:40PM Jungkook “im free💃💃💃”

You’re so distracted by the fact that Jungkook reciprocated the same dancing girl emojis that you skim right over Taehyung’s message.

9:41PM Y/N “Good. Let’s meet at the mall tomorrow at 10?”

A/N: next time on dragon ball z, y/n and jungkook will legit interact, i swear💋

[solarm-blog]

The story of my life...

Hi, to whoever is reading this, how’s your day? Well that’s all I could think of as an intro. So I’m just going to dive right into it. Growing up, I was raised in a typical filipino-chinese household. My father was a businessman and my mother was a teacher. I was blessed in a way that I didn’t have to worry financially as my father was a good provider of sorts. At a small age I was entered into a private all-boys school which was a school that enrolled predominantly chinese students in the Philippines. I should be happy, but at a young age I found that my interests were fairly different from my peers as they were all into basketball, the WWF, and other cool stuff. I on the other hand was into computers, anime, ping pong, drawing cartoons and other things that were deemed uncool by popular opinion. As such, I was led into a life were I sometimes were bullied and considered a social deviant. I’ll just say it now, I wasn’t considered normal nor felt it for a considerable amount of time growing up which led me to self-esteem and confidence issues up until now and keeps me thinking as to why I don’t fit in as well as the other “normal” people. I grew up with a rag tag group of “geeks” and “nerds” who weren’t popular as well. Although most of the chinese people think my school as some sort of top shelf school were all students were considered the ultra-cool of the lot, I was not one of them nor exuded the qualities that befit one that came from that school. I was small, thin and unremarkable. I once dated a girl that said to me that I don’t look like I came from that school, wondering if our school indeed had a certain look or appearance that suited someone from my school. With that said, I have always been insecure about my background and who I am as a person, yes I came from that school, but I am not like the reputation of that school. On one hand trying to live up to people’s expectations of me and on the other hiding the geekiness that lived inside me. Such is the stigma of your identity as a person in the Philippines tied to which school you graduated from. Fast forward to college, now that was a totally different story altogether. I grew a few inches (which I wish happened sooner in high school so I wouldn’t have been picked on so much!) and decided to go the gym. For all intentions and purposes I was determined to step out of my shadow and turn into a different man compared to who I was before. I bulked up, well not totally, but better than I was before (not too nerdy looking), and people treated me differently. 6 feet tall. lean and mean, went into basketball and volleyball, and the rest was history. All those tears and pains of before were long gone. Suddenly I was friends with almost everyone in our school batch, updated on social gossips that were prevalent then, and wasn’t limited nor chained to my computer. I was accepted, at last. Now, I am not a geek nor a jock, I’m in the middle ground, was there a middle ground? I don’t represent any stereotype so most of the time I’m confused as to where I stand. Suddenly when I hang out with the nerds I was too normal, it felt like I betrayed the culture by turning into this mainstream person. I still had no idea about the NBA and other pop culture interests so hanging out with the normal people was also still something foreign to me. I am literally in a situation where I don’t know who I should hang out with as I don’t belong to a social group at all. There is no social group for reformed outcasts. So I did what I felt best at that time, I was nice to everybody, whether they were bad or good in the previous years of their life. I became fast friends with people back in high school, which in hindsight, was a big mistake. Even though I had this persona going for me in college, to my high school friends, I was still in the lower rung of the social ladder, the geek who everybody didn’t accept. But I accepted that and tried to become friends with them anyway hoping they would change. They did not. I learned a valuable lesson at that point in my life. Popular people in high school don’t change, and they think life will treat them that way even in real life because they’ve grown accustomed to the popularity they had in school and still want people to treat them like royalty up until old age. And they will do anything to achieve it. I’m telling you, popular people, will sap the energy out of you like poison in your life. I won’t go into detail as to how these “friends” of mine have hurt me but to cut it short, a girl I dated confided in one of them as she thought he was my friend, and of course the guy took advantage of the situation which led to the girl into liking him. She still doesn’t know how much of a jerk he was to me back in high school. And he on the other hand still pretended to be my friend just to take advantage of everything he could find worth anything to him in his life. I could tolerate them not inviting me to parties and social gatherings because I wasn’t cool enough, treating me like dirt, but interfering with my personal relationships was the last draw. To me as a friend, if my friend courted a girl, I would not only encourage the girl to date my friend and point out his finer points, I would stay away from her as courtesy and respect to my friend. I ended it, left that group of friends and decided to start over with a new life. People look at me and think I had a privileged upbringing, I should have had a good life, but underneath that is a life filled with anger, pain and a series of starting-overs. What I love about life is that as long as you don’t give up, there’s always a way to start over and begin a new life, and I’ve taken advantage of that my entire life. That’s what’s beautiful about it.

Now, at 35, I’d say I’m ok with my life. I’m not suffering nor hurting. Deep down in this adventure, I am still looking forward to what the future will bring. Hopefully, praying, that it will be better than it was before. Over the years after my graduation from college, I’ve met a few friends that helped me get back up on my feet. At least I know I’m not as alone as I was before. I may have had more friends back in the day, but none of them felt like they were friends. For me, I think it’s important to have decent level-headed people to be friends with. That’s all for today.

[spider-man-199999]

Nine percent Lin Yanjun as a bad boi

let me just- wow. part2

the definition of a bad boy 

rides a motorbike 

wears black jackets 

too cool for anything 

goes to university but not to class

cocky smile 

winks®

flirts with everyone 

literally 

the popular girls are drooling over because he's mysterious 

the unpopular girls like him because he knows their names 

the nerdy girls are In love with him because he tells them how pretty they are 

the guys like him because he's a bro 

yet he steals their girls 

lowkey the drug dealer at uni 

uses the drugs he sells that's how people know they're good 

smart 

actually really smart 

doesn't study and still passes the exams 

not with flying colours but he passes so it's only fair enough since he hasn't even bought the textbooks 

goes out wildin' at parties every Friday night 

passes out after a few drinks because he's tired 

wakes up with lipstick stains all over his neck and face 

never has memories of having made out with anyone 

confused when some girl comes at him asking "remember last night?"

or when they ask for his number 

to be honest he doesn't even know where his phone is 90% of the time 

doesn't have any social media accounts because he's too busy for that 

people can't find him even if they want to 

has an expensive watch that's a gift from his father 

smells like cigarettes 

smokes almost non-stop 

makes shapes with the smoke 

he's a show-off 

fell down the stairs once and acted like nothing happened 

also fell with his bike while parking at the parking lot at uni 

picked it up and acted like nothing happened 

people laugh at him when he trips and falls sometimes 

but he just looks at them like he's about to kill them and they never dare to speak of it again

when it comes to dating, you might think he's a player because he flirts all the time 

you thought wrong 

if he does have a girlfriend 

she's his queen 

loves her too much for his own good 

doesn't do PDA because he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable 

she comes first 

actually second, him mom comes first 

spoils his girl as much as he can 

the perfect boyfriend let's face it 

HOWEVER 

hasn't had a significant other since he was like 15

only a few one night stands but like nothing beyond that 

he met you long before you met him 

he just say you waiting at the bus stop one day while he was passing by on his bike 

and he was so captivated by you that he crashed in the car I front, flying out the bike onto the roof of that car and rolling over to the front of it 

everyone jumped but he was ok and nothing on the bike or car was broken 

he was just hella embarrassed 

I mean I would have been as well 

that's why he refused to take of his helmet when you ran over to see if he was ok 

he just drove off and hid for two days 

and sold his bike only to by a new one 

hoping you wouldn't recognize him from that accident 

he kept running into you 

and he’d always run away embarrassed 

so you never really saw him 

it went on like that for around 2 moths 

and Yanjun decided that it was finally time to man up and at least talk to you 

but that same day you weren't at uni for some reason 

3 days later he caught a glimpse of you at a party 

but before he could reach you, you were already gone 

he searched the whole two story house but didn't find you 

so he gave up with a groan and walked out in the yard, sitting down on a sun chair next to the swimming pool 

it was early spring and it wasn't warm enough to swim so the yard was empty 

"Excuse me, that seat is taken" you said, your back pressed to the back of the chair, hugging your legs 

Yanjun got shocked for second not expecting anyone to be there 

when he regained his composure he started freaking out internally because you were finally talking 

well, you were talking 

"For the Casanova of this university you seem pretty quiet"

you knew about his reputation, game over 

"I'm not a Casanova"

"Yeah, I know it's just a rumor, I don't really believe those"

"Why aren't you partying?"

"I don't like parties"

"Weren't you dancing on the table just an hour ago?"

you laughed "I was, indeed. I like parties before people get drunk, it's fun to just fool around for a while but once a greasy looking drunk boy presses me against the wall touching my boobs without my permission it's party over for me"

"Who did what?" he asked feeling his blood boil 

"It's nothing" 

"No. It's not nothing! They can't just do that to you! Who was it??"

"I-"

"Just tell me his name."

his tone was demanding so you did tell him who it was 

he just excused himself and walked back inside the part 

you didn't know if you should follow him or not 

but you decided to do it in the end 

you walked in only to see Yanjun hovering over the guy you talked about earlier and beating him up

people hesitantly stormed over and separated them

you were so scared at this point you didn't know what to do 

you just felt like crying 

at that exact moment you met eyes with a Yanjun 

"Let me go!" he screamed to the people holding him back and wiggling out of their grip

he rushed over to you, hugging you tightly so that you could hide your face in his chest 

he told the people inside to mind their business and walked you out of the house 

''I'll drive you home" 

you drabbed his hand, stopping him 

his knuckles were bleeding 

"You shouldn't have done that"

"Come on, I'll drive you home"

you decided to just follow him

and he drove you home on his bike 

''thanks"

"No problem, I'll see you at uni"

and he drove off

[team-free-squiggle]

Stitches

This is based off a one-word prompt from the amazing @rosetherandomreposter She is literally amazing, go check her out. 

Also, this is a part of @asofterfan’s punk AU so thank you for letting me use this! I love this AU so much, it’s amazing. 

Anygay, onto the story! ~~

Fandom: Thomas Sanders/Sanders Sides

Summary: Logan and Patton get hurt after a really big fight with Deceit, especially Patton. Logan feels really bad about it and wants to help his crush.

Characters: Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Deceit Sanders, Roman Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Elliot, Remy Sanders, Emilie Picani

Pairings: Logicality, Prinxiety, Elliot/Emile (i have no clue what that ship name is I’m sorry)

Warnings: Deceit, major fight, swearing, f-slur, blood, a few knife mentions, serious hurt/comfort

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Logan knew that Patton had a habit of threatening people to fights whenever they talked bad about themselves. Usually, it was Logan himself or Virgil or Elliot, sometimes Roman and Remy. Either way, it was people Patton knows, people Patton loves.

It was always someone who wouldn’t actually fight Patton, because they care about him and love him.

Logan had been walking happily with Patton, on their way out of the high school. They had just changed out out of the school uniform after their extra-curricular activities (everyone hated wearing it longer than absolutely necessary), and Patton always loved Logan’s non-conforming look. Logan was in his usual jacket and ripped black skinny jeans. Grey tank-top, loose blue tie, the works. He was also blushing happily as Patton practically checked him out.

Patton, meanwhile (albeit unknowingly), was taking Logan’s breath away. Not just the soft, pastel hair, or the cute pink t-shirt he had on. No, Patton was wearing a turquoise skirt with white capri-length leggings that was positively adorable in Logan’s eyes. Honestly, for someone so logical, he was head-over-heels gay for his pastel-punk friend.

They started walking towards the exit, holding hands to stay together through the small crowd of idiots - sorry, fellow students - that were in their way. They got close enough, and saw their other friends in the crowd. Virgil and Roman and Elliot were supposed to meet them outside, since Roman and Virgil had finally convinced Elliot to go get a tattoo with them. Logan wanted a new one too, and Patton wasn’t about to be left out of a group activity with all of his friends. So, as they waited for their three friends to catch up, Patton explained his latest art project happily to Logan. They were simply standing there, like the normal friends they were.

This is where it went wrong, when someone saw them. The two Punks recognized the “Punk” everyone called Deceit - though in Logan’s book his name was “Lead Asshole that Has a Weird Pet Snake that He Carries With Him Everywhere,” aka Asshole for short. He had some of his so-called friends with him - honestly, they were more like Deceit’s servants, the way he acted with them.

Deceit stepped towards Patton and Logan, people parting the hallway to give the 5 people - Logan, Patton, Deceit, and Deceit’s 2 little shits (sorry, friends) - room to talk. They all watched with interest, Logan noticing Roman and Virgil struggling to get through the crowd to him and Patton. That’s when Logan realized that he and Patton were still holding hands, though it was more for  reassurance now than anything.

“Well, well, well. A couple of fags, is that we have here?” Deceit’s voice drawled, lazily moving his words like honey that was going to trap you inside a rich sea of false sweetness. His snake crawled creepily around his shoulders, wrapping itself around Deceit’s neck just like his tattoo. His sidekicks laughed creepily, both eyeing Patton in a way that made the pastel punk very uncomfortable.

Logan growled at the two, Patton walking up and putting his hand on Logan’s shoulder while sighing. Logan was startled, freezing up enough to allow his slightly older friend room to place himself between Logan and Deceit.

Deceit was startled, to see the tiny pastel punk, the sweetheart of the school, standing up for himself and trying to… protect… Logan? Logan was one of the most badass people in the entire school, and usually it was him protecting Patton. It was confusing to see the roles reversed, to everyone. But nonetheless, there he stood. Jacket on, a warm fire in his eyes, ready to take on whatever Deceit would throw at him, even if it was literally Deceit’s snake.

The pastel punk squared his shoulders before beginning to talk directly to the liar opposite him.

“Deceit, if Logan has taught you anything, isn’t it that, and I’m gonna quote here, ‘nothing is binary and everything is gay!’?”

Some students, including Logan, Roman, Virgil, and Elliot laughed at Patton’s remark while Deceit blushed furiously.

“He’s wrong. And since when the hell do you care, you wannabe girl?”

Logan’s eyes flashed with anger, until he heard Patton laughing.

“You need to learn what makes a girl a girl, because I can tell you for a fact that it’s not wearing a skirt.” Patton smirked. That’s when Logan came up with the perfect insult, and just had to hurl it as he stepped out from behind his favorite pastel person.

“Or are you just not comfortable enough in your own masculinity to realize that, Deceit?” The students around them laughed harder, Deceit’s face contorting into an expression of anger before becoming a deceivingly calm mask. 

Deceit smirked, making Logan that much more pissed off. No one gets to try to insult his Patton and get away with it. Logan was about to respond, but Deceit continued, cutting him off. “Really, Logan. You, stooping so low? You of all people should know that I don’t care about my reputation anymore, especially since you were the one who threw a textbook at my head and ruined it for me.” 

That’s when Patton realized that Deceit had been moving closer to the two of them, along with his extremely buff goons who were both now standing in front of Patton. The pastel punk saw Roman and Virgil and Elliot trying to get to the two of them, but it wasn’t enough. Deceit had already punched Logan. Patton screamed Logan’s name as his punk crush crashed to the ground with the force of the punch. Deceit smirked at Patton, nodding at his “friends” before turning back to Logan. 

Patton was faced with two buff jocks, each at least a foot and a half taller than him. They were smirking at him, looking at him like they wanted to hurt him in many different ways. They both pulled out knives, making everyone scream. 

Logan looked up and saw the knives, screaming for Patton to run as he continued to fight Deceit. Patton couldn’t, though, because people were running and blocking him from getting away. He panicked, looking over to Roman and Virgil and Elliot for help since he knew Logan was occupied. 

The problem was that more of Deceit’s friends had come, blocking Patton’s friends from reaching him or Logan. Patton stopped, took a deep breath. He needed to find a way out of this.

As the jocks continued advancing on him, Patton looked over to his crush. His heart broke when he did, because Deceit had a knife out and was holding it threateningly over Logan as Deceit kicked him. More of Deceit’s allies were holding Logan down as Deceit hurt him, making things so much worse for the nerdy Punk. Logan was fighting back, trying to get to Patton, but he couldn’t break free.

Patton became pissed off, and looked for an out.

“Like hell I’m about to let my friends get hurt. Especially when it’s Logan who needs me,” was Patton’s only thought as he sprung into action. As a very smart, 5-times AP student who actually did all his homework every night, Patton had a lot of hella heavy textbooks in his book-bag. He ran towards the two jocks, swinging his bag into each of their chests.

The force knocked the two of them back, making them drop their knives as they gave Patton enough time to pull Deceit off of Logan and deck him. Deceit, unfortunately, didn’t stay down long, and swung back, hitting Patton hard. Patton cried out, feeling the blood from his newly split lip after he fell. He watched, still in shock, as Deceit went over to a bruised and slightly bloody Logan, kicking him in the stomach as the two jocks still held Logan in place. Now he was pissed. Not only was Deceit hurting Patton, but he had hurt Logan too. 

Normally, Patton hated violence. But for anyone who hurt his Logan? He made an exception with pleasure. So he got up, running into Deceit and pushing him away from the punk he had a major crush on, not caring about the knife Deceit still had in his hand. Carrying all those books every day made him stronger than he looked, and he used that to his advantage. He punched Deceit again, making even more students run away. 

Deceit kept trying to punch and kick Patton, getting a few hits in here and there. Unfortunately for Deceit, Patton was hitting him a lot harder and a lot more frequently than he was hitting Patton. Some students were watching the fight with fascination still, but they cleared out quickly enough when they saw that there were still knives in Deceit’s and his friends’ hands. Patton got distracted by the glint of the knives, letting Deceit take the upper hand in the fight and start hurting Patton more. Soon, Patton was on the ground. Most people thought he was done for, but he kicked the knife out of Deceit’s hands and got back up. 

What was left of the crowd cheered, but most people were now trying to head out in case security guards came because of all the noise. 

It was good that the students were really starting to clear out, because that made it easier for Roman and Virgil and Elliot to get to their friends. The three pushed away the last of Deceit’s friends, making their way to help Patton and Logan. Eventually, enough students had left that Roman and Virgil were able to get to Logan, knocking out the jocks that had been continually hurting him while he was powerless to stop them. 

Elliot went up to Patton, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Deceit was on the floor, hurt, with an even more hurt Patton standing over him. Patton took a deep breath, and turned around to walk away. He saw Logan, however, and rushed over. Elliot smiled at his pastel friend, but turned back to the person who had been hating on him, glaring. Deceit scooped up his pet snake (which at some point had fallen off of Deceit’s shoulders), and held it out so it lunged for Elliot. Elliot, however, was tiny, and therefore super quick. He dodged the snake and got his own punch into Deceit’s face, that knocked him out and made him drop his snake again. 

Elliot turned back, smiling, when he heard soft cheering coming from three of the four boys behind him. His smile quickly faded when he saw the state that his friends were in, however. Patton was leaning heavily on Virgil, the tall emo punk basically carrying Patton with the way Patton was leaning against him. 

Logan was worse. He was in Roman’s arms, bridal style, completely knocked out. Virgil was scared, and Roman was worried. Elliot did the only thing he knew to do in this situation - he called an ambulance to get his best friends into the hospital. 

An ambulance came, but it picked Deceit and his little gang up and took him away without a word to any of the others. Patton passed out as soon as Deceit and the others (including his evil snake) had left, making the others even more worried than before. Finally, their ambulance came, and they all piled into the ambulance.

The ride there was unbearable, Roman and Virgil holding hands as Elliot called his boyfriend and the tattoo artist they were all supposed to see today. First up was his boyfriend, Emile, who was stunned. Emile mentioned how proud he was for Elliot standing up to Deceit, and soon was on his way to the hospital to meet his boyfriend and friends. Elliot tried to talk him out of it, considering Emile was sick, but Emile wouldn’t have it. He insisted that Elliot needed him, and to be honest he was right. That call took long enough that it actually ended up being Virgil who called the tattoo artist, Remy. 

Remy, of course, insisted on coming over to be there for them, which Roman and Elliot could tell Virgil was extremely grateful for (even if he was never going to admit it). Roman squeezed his boyfriend’s hand as Remy hung up. He was on his way, and that’s when the three realized they were finally at the hospital. 

Patton and Logan were ushered into the emergency room, and the others were forced to go to the waiting area. Soon enough, Emile walked in, catching Elliot in a soft hug and making sure that his boyfriend was alright. Emile was still comforting his sweet, shy boyfriend when Remy walked in, showing that some students had taken a video of the whole thing. 

“Well, girls, I would take care of that snake for you, but it seemed like someone already did that for me.” Remy’s eyebrow quirked up at Elliot, who blushed as Emile smiled and held Elliot closer to him. Remy slurped his Starbucks, worried beyond all belief for the nerdy punk and the pastel punk he saw practically as little brothers. That’s when a doctor came out. 

“You are all here for the two punks in the ER, I assume?” She asked, looking at all the tattoos on most of the boys. All of them nodded, those that were dating holding their partner’s hand for comfort. Remy continued to sip his Starbucks. 

“Well, the good news is that neither of them are in a coma. They’re awake, asking about where their friends are (which is, I assume, all of you), and all in all are very lucky. We found the videos of what happened, and they aren’t in any trouble or anything.” There were sighs of relief from all, and they slowly relaxed. 

“Here’s the problem, though - They need stitches. Not to mention, the one in the tie has at least 3 broken ribs and most likely others that are bruised. And the treatment for both of those have to be payed for up front. And we can’t let them leave the hospital until those have happened or until everything has healed on its own, which takes longer and costs more money.” Virgil and Roman got out their phones, ready to call Patton’s parents (knowing that Logan’s really wouldn’t care). Remy stopped them. 

“How much?” She asked, stunning them all into silence. The doctor stared at him.

“For everything?” She paused, watching Remy nod slightly. “About $100.” Remy smiled, going up front to pay. The doctor smiled, thanking her, and left to go take care of Patton and Logan.

“Y-you payed for them? Why, Remy?” Virgil stuttered. Remy smirked.

“You of all people know why, Virge - you all are like little siblings to me. And I was never one to let people stay hurt if they’ve been hurt, especially when I care about them.” Remy finished, smiling widely as the emo punk she had been talking to crashed into her with the biggest hug Remy had ever received in her life.

Then he could feel Roman hug her too, and realized they were both slightly crying. 

“Hey, hey - girls, they’re gonna be okay. I will make sure of it.” Remy held two of her punks closer, silently begging whoever was listening that Logan and Patton would be okay. 

Then Elliot had a scary thought. “Where’s Deceit? Another ambulance had picked him up, right before the one came for us...” Remy smirked. 

“Oh, I asked about him on our way in. He’s in a different hospital, and he won’t be allowed to come near any of you ever again.” There was a huge, relieved sigh let out by the four high schoolers at that point, glad that they didn’t have to deal with that little liar ever again.

Just then, a nurse came out. “The stitches are in, and both are awake and asking for all of you. I can take you to them if you want, as they are in the same room. Refused to be separated, those two.” She rolled her eyes, though her smile betrayed how happy she was that they were okay. Everyone immediately got up, following her to their friends’ room.

They walked in on Logan and Patton kissing, before noticing everyone and pulling apart with embarrassment clear on their faces. There was a moment of silence before everyone laughed, happily crowding around the new couple. 

Logan blushed as Patton explained that they had woken up together in the emergency room, told that they were going to have stitches. Not to mention Logan had had a few broken ribs that needed to be treated.

“Yeah, they left us to go prepare for the stitches and stuff, and I wanted to talk about what happened.” Logan interjected, not wanting to feel left out. Patton nodded, smiling softly at all of his friends. 

“So he asked me why the hell I put myself in harm’s way when he could have easily taken them all on,” Patton paused to let the punks’ snickers at Logan subside, “and I explained that like Hell he could and that I wasn’t about to let him get hurt. Though I guess I kinda failed on that one...” Patton’s voice got softer as he trailed off, biting his lip gently. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, mio piccola farfalla.” Logan smiled softly, Patton blushing at the nickname. “You did the best you could, and you did save me from being hurt worse. I must thank you for that, though I still think I could have taken them if they hadn’t fucking held my arms behind my back...” Logan growled softly, Patton putting a hand on Logan’s face. Logan leaned into the touch, just glad that they were okay now. 

“So, what happened then? You guys get all fixed up?” Virgil asked as the new couple readjusted. Patton scooted closer to Logan, letting Logan lean into him as they both nodded.

“Yeah, and we talked through it. About why we didn’t want each other to get hurt to the point of getting hurt ourselves. Which is, evidently, because we like each other.” Logan smirked as he saw his boyfriend blush happily.

“And then we kissed, though you all interrupted us...” Patton half-heartedly glared at his friends. 

“Well it’s about damn time!” Remy winked, making the rest of the punks laugh. And while it was unfortunate that it took a fight to bring them together completely, Logan and Patton were very happy to have each other.

They were all okay, and their stitches would heal with time. Just as they would heal each other’s hearts.

~~

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LVLMAX

Debuted in 2007 as fresh-faced youngsters and back in action after completing their military service, LVLMAX are either a legendary senior group or washed up tryhards who can't accept their glory days are over, depending who you ask. But despite all odds, they've stayed together through enlistment, scandals, botched cosmetic surgery and 3 flop releases in a row. (Those odds might be pushed in their favour by  a deliriously obsessive domestic and international fanbase and just enough nostalgia appeal/name recognition for the general public that they continue to sell out stadiums despite not charting in 4 years.)

Members: Duyeon/Big D (leader), San, Justin (fake maknae), Min, Jintaek, Daero (maknae), Sangwoo

Fandom name: Hundreds

Stage Name: Duyeon/Big D Birth Name: Kim Duyeon Position: Leader, Vocalist, Composer, Lyricist, Rapper Birthday: 1987 Zodiac: Leo Height: 179cm Weight: kg Blood Type: O Favourite Colour: Black Favourite Food: Good coffee Least Favourite Food: Bad coffee Hobbies: Writing music, DJing, making mixtapes

 Facts: - LVLMAX’s musical genius, writes a lot of their music. - Very serious and passionate about his work as he is aware that everyone views him as “just an idol”. He tends to be very pushy about the “Real Artiste” thing, even when writing stupid pop songs about getting drunk and partying. - Self-proclaimed “hopeless romantic”, his groupmates prefer “idiot who falls in love at first sight”. - Ideal type at debut: someone tall and slender, with a nice smile. Ideal type now: someone with a beautiful voice.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - Serial monogamist, very clingy and emotionally fragile. Has nearly gotten married about 4 times, but luckily none have happened or even made news, mostly due to San and Justin begging him not to reveal his relationships until they reach the 2 year mark. - Doesn’t have many sasaengs and didn’t even in their boom era because he would just stand outside and complain about his hardships and lecture those who would crowd around their dorm until they got bored and left on their own.

Stage Name: San Birth Name: Lee Minsoo Position: Rapper, Vocal Birthday: 1988 Zodiac: Cancer Height: 183cm Weight: 89kg Blood Type: O Favourite Colour: Light blue Favourite Food: Fatty beef Least Favourite Food: Protein shake Hobbies: Working out, video games, watching scifi movies

 Facts: - Looks wild and hypermasculine on stage, but he’s actually quite mild-mannered. - Got picked on a lot in middle school for being into nerdy things, so he started working out, and was on the cover of a men’s magazine within a month of debut. - Still into nerdy things and has a reputation of being either the most entertaining member on variety or the absolutely most boring, with no in between. - Nicknamed “Mama-San” because he’s always fussing and worrying over his members and famously started crying on TV when talking about when Daero was called for his military service. His manly looks combined with his delicate tears became a huge meme, to the point where people who don’t even know who he is use the screencaps and gifs from that show as reaction images. - Ideal type at debut: someone smart and talkative. Ideal type now: someone strong-willed and who shares his interests.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - Worries about Daero the most because he’s seen him get in lots of relatively minor trouble and doesn’t want him to get involved in serious shit just because he’s too naive to say no. His famous tears were more because he wouldn’t be able to look after him in the military than just the fact he had to go.

Stage Name: Justin Birth Name: Justin Park Position: Vocals, Dancer, Fake Maknae Birthday: 1989 Zodiac: Capricorn Height: 172cm Weight: kg Blood Type: O Favourite Colour: Pink Favourite Food: Candy Least Favourite Food: Pickles Hobbies: Girl group dances, making up new aegyo, teasing Minwei

 Facts: - Born in Houston, Texas, but moved to Korea 13 years ago. - Was the industry’s #1 It Boy during LVLMAX’s debut and boom era, and has not changed his personality or style since then. - Infamous for his crossdressing, girl group dances, and extreme aegyo. - Well known as the industry’s “rumour factory”. Especially loves dating rumours about himself. - On every single variety show you can think of and a few more plus. - Used to have long platinum blonde hair during their debut and boom era, but had to cut it as it was literally melting off. His fans were distraught at the time, but they’re gradually coming around to the fact that he looks better with shorter hair anyway. - His predebut photos have become kind of a punchline because of how different he looks in them, having had his jaw shaved, his nose and eyes done multiple times, and his chin and cheeks changing shape every few years. He’s mostly settled into this face, but he posts with such heavy filters on social media that people can’t really tell if he’s going to change it or has already changed it. - Ideal type at debut: a pretty noona with lots of aegyo. Ideal type: the same

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - Desperately, desperately wants his boom era popularity back, but can’t comprehend why doing the same old cringe shit he did back in the day isn’t working. - Knows he’s a shipping magnet and that he got a large part of his popularity from people who ship him with Daero, but Daero has proven popular by himself, and he doesn’t like that Daero calls him “hyung” despite them only being a few months apart because it makes him sound old. - Convinced that Subi of DTSY saying he was her ideal type but then taking it back just means that she’s a tsundere playing hard-to-get, and he will NOT stop bringing it up. - Very, very vain. - Best friends with Minwei, but also a little jealous of his late boom of popularity.

Stage Name: Min Birth Name: Li Minwei Position: Main Vocal Birthday: 1989 Zodiac: Pisces Height: 180cm Weight: kg Blood Type: A Favourite Colour: Forest green Favourite Food: Anything super spicy and aromatic Least Favourite Food: Anything dairy Hobbies: Writing music, playing video games, teasing Justin

 Facts: - Originally from Chengdu, but he’s lived in Seoul since debut and people can hardly tell he has an accent any more. - Got a lot of panda-related things during their debut and boom period and got into a fairly big scandal for donating all of it to a local preschool. His words were “I never even said I liked pandas. You assumed it because I’m Chinese, isn’t that wrong? It’s not that I don’t appreciate gifts from fans, but please think about the feelings of others.”. To this day he still has a contingent of antis because of how “ungrateful” and “overly sensitive” he was, but he’s stopped getting panda gifts, so he considers it worthwhile. - Even though he has a shy and quiet image, he gets quite rowdy and mouthy on variety, and has started to overtake Justin on variety show appearances because of how funny and outrageous his  “no bullshit, just facts” behind-the-scenes stories are. - Ideal type at debut: someone gentle and understanding. Ideal type now: the same, but also someone who’s smart with money.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - Was so upset by the panda gift scandal that he considered leaving the group, but the other members, especially Sangwoo and Jintaek, convinced him to stay. To this day it’s still the only time the group has ever fractured, and he’s very glad he decided to stay because his popularity has only grown since. - Feels a little sorry for Justin because they’re best friends but he doesn’t know how to tell him to change his act up without making him angry or having him assume he’s trying to sabotage him.

Stage Name: Jintaek Birth Name: Han Jintaek Position: Vocalist, Visual Birthday: 1987 Zodiac: Taurus Height: 190cm Weight: 70kg Blood Type: O Favourite Colour: Silver Favourite Food: Grilled chicken Least Favourite Food: Pungent foods Hobbies: Modelling, photography, cooking

 Facts: - Better known as an actor to the public than an idol, and better known for being incredibly tall and having super long legs than as an actor. - Although he has a cool and chic image, he’s actually very warm and kind and is known to convert even the most staunch hater into a fan just with one short conversation. - Advocate for mental health, has admitted to suffering from depression and anxiety and wants to change the way people speak about mental health to destigmatise what he believes shouldn’t be a thing people are scared about talking about. - Ideal type at debut: none. Ideal type now: someone trustworthy and proud.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - More than just depression and anxiety, he was suicidal as a teenager and once tried to kill himself rather than go to school the next day. Luckily, he was saved by his older brother who had just happened to sneak into his room to borrow something from him. To this day he still thinks about how much his brother cried while apologising for not understanding how he felt, and made a vow that he would try his best to be more open about his feelings and to replace those memories in his brother’s mind with happy ones instead. - Whenever he has dark thoughts, he cooks. He’s especially good at plating food, as he feels the perfect presentation can make even the most average dish seem spectacular. - Known to stick to Daero a lot, which makes a lot of people ship them. The truth is that Daero just has a high body temperature while Jintaek is always cold, and Daero is more than happy to cuddle for warmth.

Stage Name: Daero Birth Name: Yun Daero Position: Main Rapper, Main Dancer, Maknae Birthday: 1990 Zodiac: Pisces Height: 180cm Weight: kg Blood Type: O Favourite Colour: Red Favourite Food: Hamburgers Least Favourite Food: Tripe, anything with too much fat Hobbies: Working out, drawing, fashion and hair styling

 Facts: - Has 20 piercings! - Has a rough and tough image on stage, but he’s actually very soft and gentle and a bit of a coward. - Despite all his piercings, he’s too scared to get a tattoo. - Even though he and Justin are about the same age, he still calls Justin “hyung”, to Justin’s dismay. - Very cuddly, loves skinship and hugs. His favourite thing is when people ruffle his hair and tell him that he did a good job, which they did a lot more back when he was the cute maknae, and not so much now after he’s returned from the army and gotten his nose bridge piercing, to his dismay. - Ideal type at debut: noona. Ideal type now: someone patient and kind.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - Of his 20 piercings, 2 of them are through his nipples, and 1 is a frenum piercing (that is, just under the glans of his penis). He is heavily considering more genital piercings, but it’s hard to find the time off to let them heal. - Not very bright, and is easily convinced by others. This makes him a great target on variety, even though sometimes he’s still too dumb to realise that he’s the butt of the joke. - Gets into the stupidest scandals possible, like driving a forklift unlicensed.

Stage Name: Sangwoo Birth Name: Kim Sangwoo Position: Main Vocal Birthday: 1987 Zodiac: Virgo Height: 178cm Weight: kg Blood Type: B Favourite Colour: Light blue Favourite Food: Samgyeopsal Least Favourite Food: Limes Hobbies: Reading, hiking, singing

 Facts: - LVLMAX’s ballad and OST king. - Like Daero, famous for his “gap” between his on and off stage personas. He has a dark and brooding persona on stage, but he has a fresh and simple aesthetic in his everyday life. - He’s very serious at all times and is often the unwilling “straight man” on variety. - Suffered a lot of trauma during LVLMAX’s boom era because of sasaengs who broke into their dorms and stole his personal belongings and antis who constantly sent him threatening messages and one who almost killed him by cutting the brakes of his car. - Ideal type at debut: Someone who looks cool on the outside but is innocent and kind on the inside. Ideal type now: Someone who has their own career and family so isn’t worried about being together all the time.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - Because of his traumatic experiences with sasaengs and antis, he’s become very suspicious of everyone he meets and is paranoid whenever he’s in public. Because of this behaviour, he’s also become known as someone who’s very cold to fans.

[kenzieam]

Regret - Chapter 2 (Eric X Fox)

Rating: M (swearing, violence, smut - everything you’ve come to expect from me :* )

Genre: Drama/Angst

****Trigger Warnings - Sexual Abuse, Domestic Violence, Child Peril****

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Fox’s blood ran cold. Oh hell no. She’d put herself in this situation with Ethan, but keep her son out of this. Wordlessly, she launched herself at Ethan, maternal rage and protection racing white hot through her. But Ethan was cunning as well as smart and was anticipating her violent reaction, had deliberately stoked it. His hand closed around her throat as they crashed to the floor and he twisted their bodies, pinning Fox beneath him. Ethan, two years Eric’s senior and four years Fox’s, had excelled in his initiation year by being unparalleled at submission holds and anticipating his prey’s moves. He hadn’t goaded Fox without this exact plan in mind. In their nearly four years together there were still parts of his reptilian mind Fox had not seen, had no idea even existed.

Fox froze when she felt the blade of the knife bite ever so gently into her throat. Her eyes locked on Ethan’s, her chest heaved with a chaos of swirling emotions: shock, rage, dawning horror and genuine fear, the man gazing coolly down at her was one she’d never seen before.

“Are you listening now?” He continued with a conversational tone, even more out of place now, with their current positions. His free hand squeezed Fox’s breast and she slapped at it. The knife bit deeper and Fox froze, realizing with fresh horror what was about to happen. She’d given her body freely to this man’s younger brother, now he was going to take it back by force.

“Don’t move sweeting, don’t force me to demonstrate my knife skills. Now,” he yanked hard at her shirt, tearing it apart, “this is mine, no one else’s. And you will give it to me whenever I want it.”

“Ethan, no-”

“You were asking for it honey, now be a good little girl and lay still for me.” He flexed his grip on the blade just enough to make it move ever so slightly against Fox’s throat, and she felt a trickle of blood.

Fox’s mind raced as she scanned her limited options. The knife pressed to her throat and the fresh trickle of blood she felt on her skin had chased away any doubts she had about Ethan’s seriousness. He was willing to kill his own son to punish her, he was definitely going to take what he wanted from her right now. The knife in his hand was razor sharp and despite his nerdy appearance, he’d always maintained his Dauntless training. Fox had underestimated him today, and she was trapped, literally. His reflexes were sharp, and Fox knew with certainty that he would be able to slash her throat before she was able to twist out from underneath him. He had won this battle, Fox had to look ahead to the upcoming war.

Ethan’s lustful grunt grated on Fox’s ears, it was nothing like the sexy, mind-blowing sounds his younger brother made. His hand tore her boyshorts away, and she lay naked and exposed beneath him, Fox fought a shiver of revulsion as his hand trailed away from her breast to pull at his belt. She set her jaw, blinking away tears, closing her ears to her son’s wails and her eyes to the sight of her husband rising above her, his jeans pushed down his hips. A tear trickled down her cheek as he shoved inside her. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________

Fox sat up straight, stretching her back. In the week since Ethan’s attack, Fox had done her utmost to avoid Eric, he had been in meetings all week, but that wouldn‘t last. Her mind raced endlessly, turning over rock after rock searching for a solution, but few options were feasible, let alone palatable. She knew she had to avoid seeing Eric as long as possible, at least until her neck healed, if not longer. Eric had a sharp eye, even after her cut healed he would know something was wrong, Fox was chronically unable to keep her emotions off her face around him, he could read her like a book. And Fox knew that if Eric figured out what happened, he would kill Ethan, would lose control, hunt his own brother down and violently snuff out his life.

Fox carefully touched the bandage on her throat. As Ethan had raped her, as he’d forced himself inside her, he’d kept the knife at her throat, and, when he came his hand had slipped, biting deeper into Fox’s throat. As he’d arched above her, groaning in orgasm, his hips snapping against hers, forcing his seed inside his unwilling lover, Fox had felt a brief moment of mortality. Fuck, she was going to die here, right now, raped by a pig and with her throat cut like an animal. But his hand had stilled and he’d collapsed on top of her, muscles trembling and she’d felt the blade pull away.

The doctor on duty at the infirmary had just spent the last hour breaking apart fight after fight between two drunken assholes in his care who were still arguing over a woman, who’d no doubt already gone home with someone else and had replaced the stitches they had torn out of each other three times already. He’d accepted Ethan’s lie about Fox’s wound with a tired nod, a black eye already darkening his face. Seven stitches, first blood.

“Okay Tanner,” Fox returned to the present, addressing the man laying on the table in front of her, “we’ve been here before, you know how to care for this new tattoo, right?”

The black-haired man nodded and gifted her with a grin. His eyes flicked briefly to her bandage. “You cut yourself shaving?” His tone was light, but there was a deeper question attached.

Fox shook her head and grinned. “Nah, never take the dare to stand in front of the target, no matter how drunk you are.”

It was a weak excuse and Fox knew it, but Tanner nodded nonetheless. This was Fox Coulter in front of him, the dominant female in her initiation year, there was no way she was being manhandled by anyone. Definitely not by her husband, Ethan was a nice guy, refined and smart; nothing like his younger brother Eric, known throughout Dauntless as not only it’s youngest leader, but it’s most ill-tempered.

Fox sagged on her stool after Tanner left. She’d seen that in his eyes, she knew how the compound viewed Ethan, he was the good brother, an Erudite genius who was humble enough to mingle with the savages, head and shoulders above his younger brother, who was cold and arrogant and volatile. Few, if anyone would believe the truth; that behind closed doors Ethan was capable of being a coldly cynical jerk, arrogant and selfish. He played a good game, and was always careful to project respectability and professionalism. Those few times his temper had betrayed him on the job, his normally spotless reputation had given him the benefit of the doubt, had gifted him with an invisibility cloak.

Eric was the ‘bad’ brother, the troubled one. Moody and cruel, he tormented his initiates and swaggered through Dauntless like King Shit. Only with Fox, only with Remy, only alone with them did the true Eric appear, the side he could no longer show freely; because his reputation was so tied to the idea of him, no one would believe he was genuine. The true Eric was kind and gentle, loyal to a fault. His circle of trust was so small that no one else but Fox and her son fit in it, and it hurt Fox endlessly to hear him dismissed throughout the compound as ‘an asshole’, or ‘that dick, he should take lessons from his brother’. Why he had decided to project such a contrast was anyone’s guess, and Eric himself had never had an answer for her when she’d asked, so she’d dropped it, accepted him because she knew the truth, the truth about both Coulter brothers.

It hadn’t always been like this. Fox’s thoughts wandered as she cleaned her tattooing equipment, her motions practiced and automatic. When Fox had transferred from Amity to the warrior faction she too had been deceived by appearances, had been charmed right away by the elder brother, wary immediately of the younger. Eric had been her trainer, and a hard-driving one at that. Fox was never hung over the chasm personally, but she had witnessed two in her class cling desperately to the walkway, and another outright quitting, choosing a factionless life to death on the rocks. Ethan had started sniffing around right away, still in the first stage of initiation, and Fox had been naive, starved for love and a father figure, willing to overlook more than what was healthy because she hadn’t known any better. There had always been a slight edge to Ethan, a hint of manipulation with Fox, but he loved her, right? She had never witnessed depravity to such a level as she had seen this last time, and she still reeled from the shock of realizing that he was capable of such acts, had successfully hidden it from her this long.

Fox had become pregnant not long after graduation, and had decided on a career of tattoo artist, transferring to a trainer during the initiation cycle. Her life with Ethan had never been completely smooth, either before or after the wedding, but everyone had told her how lucky she was to be with him, how he was such a catch, and such a stand-up gentleman to ask Fox to marry him so soon after meeting, since she now carried his child. That rumour had rode her for awhile, everyone saying she’d ‘trapped’ Ethan into marriage by becoming pregnant. She hadn’t trapped him really, she had panicked at the thought of becoming a mother so soon, but Ethan had seemed to take it all in stride, smiling at her indulgently when she’d confessed to her new condition.

It was during her pregnancy that she’d started to see Eric more. She’d avoided him like the plague since initiation, interacting with him only when necessary, and only about upcoming initiation training matters, but Ethan was finding himself gone from Dauntless more and more often, and he’d asked his little brother to check in on her. At first it had been stilted and awkward between them, his visits short, their conversations shorter. Eric had made it perfectly clear right from the start that he was only doing this because Ethan had asked him, and for awhile they had endured near silent meetings, Fox nervously darting through Ethan’s apartment, not yet used to a hostess role and Eric following stonily behind, asking her monotone questions and sounding like he was reading from a list from the ‘unwilling baby-sitter’ handbook.

Gradually however, they had started to thaw around each other. Fox got used to Eric’s abrupt manner and long silences, and he in turn seem to relax around her, lighten up. Fox was surprised to discover that, not only did Eric possess an actual sense of humour, but, underneath his grumpy exterior he was startlingly considerate towards her, bringing her foods he’d learned were her favourites, books he’d found out she’d like to read. He paid attention to her, and not in the negative or domineering way she was so used to. Ethan’s attentions had started to skew towards overbearing and paternal, often treating Fox like a disobedient and stupid teenager.

Although he’d been a hard trainer, and then an awkward pseudo-babysitter, Eric had never been condescending or autocratic towards her, and it was balm to her soul, to be treated like an equal.

As they grew more comfortable around each other, a normal progression considering that Eric was now spending more time with Fox than Ethan was, the stringent barriers they’d erected at first encounter had began to crumble. Fox had little time to ensure she was well-groomed, little drive to maintain a flawless appearance anymore, she had better things to do, like care for her baby. As a result, even around Eric she found herself wearing less than clean clothes, wrinkled shirts, pajama pants, her hair caught up in a messy bun, no makeup beyond lip balm. Eric relaxed his personal appearance as well, it was a surprise the first time Fox looked up at Eric’s entrance to the apartment to see him in jeans and a t-shirt, rather than the leader’s uniform she’d always seen before.

On more than one occasion Fox found herself watching Eric hold Remy, cradling him gently in his arms to put him to sleep, or soothe his cries and was struck with the thought that Eric was more of a father to Remy than Ethan was. When he was home, Ethan paid little attention to the baby, saying he would interact with Remy when the infant could interact back. Eric was always gentle with the newborn, always listening for sounds that he needed to be held or changed or fed. When he passed Remy to Fox, she would do her best to ignore the tingles she’d begun to feel when their hands brushed each other. More than once she saw Eric jolt ever so slightly at their contact, but didn’t say anything.

Fox even grew at ease nursing Remy in Eric’s presence, fuck, he was around so much helping that the little guy would starve if she didn’t eighty-six her modesty eventually. More and more she’d glance up from Remy, content at her breast, to see Eric gazing at them, his eyes soft, almost longing. At first they would both flush and look away, but soon would only exchange companionable smiles and go back to their tasks.

Fox felt faint stirrings of guilt as her feelings towards Eric grew stronger, so she did her best to ignore them, telling herself it was only natural to begin to feel a fondness for someone who was unfailingly at your side during a hard time, that what she felt towards her former trainer was gratitude, nothing more. Surely Eric didn’t feel the same, he was quite attached to his nephew sure, but he had his pick of women at Dauntless, why would he want her, a drab Amity transfer with a self-esteem problem? He had promised his brother to care for his family while he was gone, nothing more.

Eric too fought his burgeoning feelings for Fox. At first she was only an initiate, then an obligation, tied to him through family, carrying his brother’s child, but then he woke up one morning and his first thought was of her, specifically the gentle smile she’d given him the night before as he’d held Remy, found himself tenderly stroking his nephew’s cheek. Soon, his heart would ache when he wasn’t near her, he would find his thoughts drifting in the office, wondering what she was doing, how she was faring alone for the day because Ethan was off in Erudite or Candor, banging away at a keyboard. He looked forward to changing clothes at home and heading over to her apartment, the latent tension he always carried disappearing when he crossed the threshold. More than once now, he’d indulged in a tender caress of Fox’s cheek as he’d pulled a blanket over her wherever she’d fallen asleep, on her bed or the couch, usually with little Remy cradled to her. Eric would find himself just standing there, gazing down at the mother and son and thinking to himself that Ethan didn’t deserve them. And you do? a voice in his head would growl back. Yes.

It was only a matter of time.

Remy was a month old, and Ethan was gone again. He was heading a major computer systems upgrade for Erudite and had been home one night in the last nine. Eric had been all but living at the apartment, to the casual observer who didn’t know any different, he would be mistaken as the father of little Remington Maxwell Coulter.

Remy was fussy and Fox was overwhelmed. She’d healed physically from the trauma of birth, having ingested a vial of healing serum at Ethan’s request, but was still tired, hormonal and awkward. Her body had not yet returned to it’s pre-pregnancy shape and she still felt ugly and disgusting, a sagging milk machine that constantly stank of panic and baby spit-up. Ethan’s latent disapproval of her when he was home, of her seeming inability to bounce back quickly wore at Fox, her sense of worth too strongly tied to her physical appearance and Ethan’s opinions. Ethan had always found stealthy ways of voicing his preference for a thin, fit woman and Fox now found she was similarly hard on herself.

Finally, she’d nursed and soothed Remy enough that he’d fallen asleep and she’d stumbled out to the living room, collapsed onto the couch. Eric had been cleaning up in the kitchen, and, seeing her slumped over, brought her a glass of water, sitting easily at her side. Fox lifted her head when Eric nudged her arm and smiled wearily in thanks.

“Can I bring you anything else?” He’d murmured.

Fox shook her head before mumbling, “a nanny? My husband? The drive to get off my ass and do something?” She scrubbed her hands over her face, exhausted. Eric grabbed her wrists and turned her to him. His actions surprised Fox, he’d never been this direct before.

“Don’t think like that. You are doing just fine Fox. You have a newborn, it’s going to be tough for awhile.”

Ethan’s words tumbled from Fox’s lips. “I’m not trying hard enough, I’m being lazy and self-indulgent.”

Eric blinked in surprise, his grip on her wrists tightening. “Who told you that, Ethan? Fuck. Fox you are not being lazy and what? self-indulgent, you are busting your ass to take care of a baby while my asshole of a brother runs around the city! Fuck him, he’s never home for you!”

Fox was already shaking her head. looking down at her feet, “no, Eric he’s right. I’m not getting back in shape fast enough-”

“What?!” Eric sounded aghast. He let go of Fox’s wrists and grabbed her shoulders. “Fox, look at me.”

Fox shook her head, she had started to cry, tears of misery dripping into her lap. Eric let go of her shoulders and cupped her face, his touch startlingly gentle, and raised her head to meet his gaze.

“Fox? Look at me…. please?” His thumb stroked across her bottom lip.

Sniffling, Fox raised her eyes, focusing unwillingly on his gaze, blinking rapidly.

“You are not lazy. You don’t need to be busting your ass at the gym, you’re beautiful….. I’ve always thought so.”

Fox scoffed and tried to pull away, “you’re supposed to say that Eric, I’m the crazy new mother and your sister-in-law, it’s expected-”

Eric’s lips crushed to hers, startling Fox silent. A flash of heat and what could only be described as relief shot through her and she frantically deepened the kiss, reaching up to claw at the back of Eric’s head, pulling him closer. Eric’s arms wrapped around Fox, pulling her into his lap as they continued to devour each other’s mouths. Finally Eric pulled back, resting his forehead to Fox’s.

Panting, he gasped, “Fox, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” his words were lost as Fox cupped his face, pulling him back to her, their lips connected again and Eric’s fragile hold snapped.

Turning, he pushed Fox back down onto the couch and crawled over her. Their bodies snaked together, both making desperate sounds of need as they ravished each other. Fox pushed Eric’s shirt up, hands grazing over his muscular abdomen and he grabbed it with one hand, yanking it roughly off, tossed it carelessly away.  Neither could stop, they were feeding off each other’s desire and pent-up attraction, the floodgates finally opened. Eric curled his hands under Fox’s shirt, skimming along her fevered skin, pulling it over her head. Her bra quickly followed and his lips closed around Fox’s nipple, she arched underneath him with a mewl, her hand starting to stroke roughly at the bulge in his jeans. Groaning, Eric attacked her mouth again, clawing at Fox’s shorts while she pulled at his zipper. Frantic now, Eric ripped Fox’s shorts away, and yanked at his jeans, pushing them far enough down his hips to free himself. Spitting on his hand he rubbed his cock then pushed urgently inside her; Fox moaned sharply underneath him, he was larger than Ethan. She wrapped her legs around his hips, desperate to feel him deeper.

“Oh fuck,” Eric groaned into her neck, thrusting violently, completely lost in bliss.

Fox clawed at Eric’s back, crying out his name. A wave of unbelievable desire had crashed over her, Eric felt so fucking good inside of her, his helpless groans in her ear igniting her blood all the more. There was only them, only this moment and Fox let herself explode. Screaming his name Fox writhed in ecstasy, and Eric roared in release, throwing his head back, slamming his hips to hers, his cock pulsing deep inside. Gasping for breath, they collapsed together, too spent to move just yet.

Fox panted, curling into Eric’s heaving chest. Sex with Ethan had never affected her like this, never made her body sing and heart race. This brief, desperate encounter with Eric was far and away the most passionate and visceral she’d ever felt. Fox tried to feel anger, tried to feel used or wronged, but she couldn’t. All she could muster was the strangest feeling of rightness, that she was finally….. home.

Eric groaned above her, his hand stroking her hair and she felt the exact moment he came back to his senses enough to realize where he was and what had just happened. His muscles went tense and his breath caught in his chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Fox heard him breathe and he scrambled off of her, the sudden lack of his body heat making Fox shiver. She sat up quickly, abruptly aware of her nakedness and looked for her clothes. Unable to reach them she pulled a cushion against her body instead. Eric glanced at her as he scrambled for his shirt, and the flash of emotions in his eyes took Fox’s breath away; if he hadn’t been feeling so goddamn shocked right now, he’d be reaching for her again. He was still cursing as he pulled his shirt over his head and Fox was suddenly terrified that he was going to run out the door and never come back. She scrambled to her feet and moved to stand in front of him, gripped his biceps, sobbing his name, hating the way her voice broke but more scared of losing him.

“Eric, please!” She begged, tears streaming. She pressed her face to his chest, letting the cushion drop and cried, felt her tears soak his shirt, felt the way his chest heaved underneath her. Eric exhaled raggedly, and his arms reached slowly up, wrapping around Fox and pulling her closer. His hand gently stroked her hair and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, let his lips linger.

“Fox-” he tried but couldn’t finish.

Fox lifted her head and pain flashed in Eric’s eyes as he saw the misery in hers. His hand came up and stroked her cheek.

“Don’t leave me,” she begged.

Eric swallowed hard, then shook his head. Hating himself, hating more the way his movement made Fox cry harder, he pulled out of her arms and strode to the door.

[kathy3112-blog]

Curiosity

“No. Fucking. Way.”

Warren took another sip of his coffee, feeling a blush creeping over his face. “I told you that you wouldn’t believe me.”

“No, no, that’s not it, it’s just…” It was obvious that Nathan was trying really hard not to burst out laughing, but that guy just did not have any self-control. “I just can’t imagine Warren fucking Graham having a ‘bad boy-phase’.”

“As I said, it was like forever ago”, Warren said, regretting bringing this up at all. He was hoping that Joyce would come over to ask if they needed anything else, just to change the topic, but of course, waiters never came to your table when you wanted them to. Then again, maybe she ignored him on purpose because she was still mad at him for graffitiing the table, even though he had done it on accident. Warren just seemed to have a gift for embarrassing himself. Despite all, he was incredibly thankful that Joyce allowed Nathan in the Diner, after everything that had happened.

Nathan sneered. “Yeah, because you’re a fucking adult now, Graham.”

“Sorry for not being an old man like you.” Warren would never admit it, but he hated being about a year younger than almost anybody else at Blackwell. Ever since he had skipped a grade in middle school, he had been getting picked on by the older students. He had thought the students at Blackwell Academy would act more mature, but boy, was he wrong.

“Ooh, burn”, Nathan laughed. “Seriously, though. Tell me what you were like. I’m curious.”

“You’re going to laugh at me”, Warren whined.

“Don’t be a wuss, tell me already!” It was not easy to get Nathan excited like this and Warren thought it actually was kind of cute.

He sighed. “Fine.”

Nathan was gripping his mug with both of his hands, probably warming them (he was always cold, even in summer), and looked at Warren quite intensely. Warren did not think that there had ever been someone else interested in his life story – or him, in general. It was reassuring, really. He usually was the one to be too direct, too talkative or too devoted and it scared most of the people he knew away.

Warren thought for a moment, contemplating how to start. “Okay, so. I was fourteen- “

“That’s literally three years, not ‘forever’ ago”, Nathan mocked.

“Do you want to hear the story or not? Patience you must have, m- “

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Continue!”

Warren sighed again. “As I said, I was fourteen and I was a sophomore.”

“You skipped a grade?”, Nathan asked.

“Obviously”, Warren said, grateful that he had at least let him finish the sentence this time. “That’s why, you know, I’m younger than all of you.”

Nathan shrugged. “Figures, I guess.”

“Okay, so –  my parents didn’t care about anything but how amazing my older brother was. He was your typical popular high-schooler. Good at sports, smart, always surrounded by girls…”

At that, Nathan just made a disgusted face while drinking his coffee, making Warren laugh. “Exactly”, he agreed. “When it came to me – my grades were never good enough. I never had enough friends and didn’t leave the house enough, I was not fit enough, all that kind of stuff. The other students I had classes with weren’t really fond of me, as well.” Warren had not wanted to ever tell anyone about this. Not in too much detail, anyway. He wanted to keep his reputation as the nerdy, know-it-all goofball – not that it was not what he was, it just was not everything. He was good at pretending that it was all there was to him, though. “So, just imagine me at Blackwell, but a bit shorter”, Warren laughed while rubbing his neck, attempting to lighten the situation. He knew that if he got too serious, he would get emotional and not stop talking before he had told Nathan everything that had been on his mind for the past years.

“Come on, man, you haven’t looked exactly like this for the last three years, have you?”

Warren hesitated for a moment, contemplating his response. “I, uh… also had my hair about twice as long”, he mumbled.

“You’re kidding”, Nathan said, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Warren rubbed his neck, his face feeling embarrassingly hot. “I wish I was”, he admitted.

“Please go on”, Nathan begged, barely able to hold his laughter back, “this shit’s pure gold.”

“So, I was pretty fed up with everything. One day, my parents made my brother look after me because they were visiting some relatives in Idaho. And my brother, being a typical popular senior, decided to throw a huge party at our place.”

“Fuckin’ classic”, Nathan commented.

Warren nodded. “Some of his friends, uh, ‘encouraged’ me to drink some beer. I’ve always had a low tolerance to alcohol.”

Nathan snorted. “Trust me, I know about that.”

“Long story short – I was introduced to booze… and cigarettes.”

“You smoked?” Nathan asked, his voice tinted with disbelief.

“For quite a bit, actually. My brother was the stereotypical popular guy, I became the stereotypical outcast. I didn’t want my parents to notice, though, so I made sure to maintain my grades.” He swallowed, slowly getting nervous. He was revealing way too much about himself, but it also felt nice to have somebody that listened.

“You’re so hardcore, Warren. Always the good nerd”, Nathan said, and one the one hand, it made Warren feel relieved, because that was what he wanted everybody to believe. On the other hand, he had never told anyone about this before and Nathan was listening because he honestly wanted to know something about him and it felt good.

“My mom was fucking pissed, anyway. Mainly because I also started seeing guys”, Warren blurted out and immediately regretted it. He knew he would not be able to shut up when it was time to, that he would embarrass himself. However, despite everything, he quickly found himself enjoying Nathan’s utterly dumbfounded expression.

“No. Way.”, he said.

“I’ve… I’ve never…” Warren drew a deep breath. “I’ve never told anyone about that”, he mumbled.

There was a short moment of silence between them and Warren started regretting telling Nathan anything about his past in the first place. Surely, he would judge him, or be weirded out, and they would not be friends anymore. Then they would go back to what they were before, only that Nathan would have more juicy details he could use to make fun of Warren.

“You’re bi, then?”, Nathan asked. He did not sound disgusted at all, just generally interested. Afterwards, he gave a short laugh. “Warren Graham. I knew you weren’t as innocent as you looked! Now I want to know all of your dirty secrets.”

Warren looked up, surprised. “You’re not grossed out or anything?”

Nathan averted his gaze, looking outside of the window. “Nah”, he said. Warren breathed a sigh of relief and took another sip of his coffee. It was still warm, thankfully. With his usual dead serious expression, Nathan added: “I’m gay, so I don’t really mind that at all.”

Warren immediately choked on his coffee, which led to him coughing violently for a few seconds. “Where”, he started when he felt like he could breathe normally again, and wiped at his watering eyes, “where did that come from?”

Nathan shrugged, as if Warren had not just almost died because of his statement. “Do I need to explain to you what ‘gay’ means, mister scientist?”

“No, I – uh – it’s just”, Warren was blabbering now, because he was still quite under shock, “I didn’t, uhm, see that coming? Like, what’s the back story?”

Nathan smirked. “I think that’s for another time”, he said, standing up. “I’ve finished my coffee anyway.”

“No way, Nathan!”, Warren called. “I just poured my heart out and now you’re refusing to tell me about this after you’ve so shamelessly piqued my curiosity?”

“I feel like that was enough sob story time for today”, Nathan answered, still smiling smugly.

“Nathan Prescott”, Warren said, attempting to glare at the older teen, even though it probably just looked like a pout. “You are an ass.”

“You know you love it.”

[amirdawar]

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Amir Yusuf Khan Dawar.

Nickname: None.

Birthday: August 1st.

Age: 36.

Gender: Male.

Place of Birth: Chelsea, London, United Kingdom.

Places Lived Since: Karachi, Pakistan. Riyadh and Dhahran, Saudi Arabia. Oxford, United Kingdom. Boston, New York, and LA, United States.

Current Residence: Knightsbridge, London, United Kingdom.

Nationality: British.

Parents’ Names: Fatima and Muhammad Khan Dawar.

Number of Siblings: One younger sister, Faiza.

Relationship With Family: Family is the most important thing to Amir, by far. I went into a lot more detail about their relationships here.

Happiest Memory: The birth of his first niece, Ayeza. It wasn’t that long ago, but in an extensive history of happy memories with his family, that probably stands out as the best. He loves that kid more than life itself.

Childhood Trauma: Amir was bullied pretty badly growing up. In KSA with his dad it wasn’t an issue, but whenever he returned to London to see his mom, the kids weren’t kind. At all. They didn’t like him because he was overweight, Muslim, nerdy... Different. It made him feel guilty because he loved to visit Faiza and his mother, but during extended trips, he’d always be wishing to go back to his dad so he could get away from them. It’s definitely stuck with him. I’m sure he’s mostly over the confidence issues now, but I think it definitely scarred him. Contributes to why he’s so driven and desperate to prove himself successful.

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5'10”

Weight: 160lbs.

Build: Athletic. Not built like a monster, but he works hard to look good.

Hair Color: Black.

Usual Hair Style: As long as it looks neat, he doesn’t really care.

Eye Color: Dark brown.

Glasses? Contacts?: Contacts. Very rarely wears his glasses in public.

Style of Dress/Typical Outfit(s): Seeing him without a suit is a rarity. Going to Savile Row with his father when he was young was a tradition. To this day, he won’t buy a business suit from anywhere else. Huntsman or William Westmancott is his preference.

Typical Style of Shoes: Can’t go wrong with a good pair of Oxfords.

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: No tattoos or piercings. Always wears something from his impressive watch collection, but no other jewelry.

Scars: Only two. One from having his appendix removed, and another on his wrist from being bitten by a snake as a kid.

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: Cracks his knuckles all the time when he’s stressed. Occasionally just to annoy his mother.

Athleticism: Because his appearance was one of the things he got bullied about most, he worked very hard to change it when he got to university. That routine has stuck with him. He rowed for both Oxford and Harvard competitively, and still keeps up the practice when he has time. Is a good distance runner. Enjoys playing cricket, and polo; the latter of which is a huge social thing for his family when they’re all together in London.

Health Problems/Illnesses: Amir is a Type 1 Diabetic, and also has a really bad allergy to peanuts.

INTELLECT:

Level of Education: Very high. Was homeschooled for much of his time in Saudi Arabia, but was sent back to England to study economics at Oxford. He continued these studies at Harvard, where he eventually began working towards a Ph.D., before suspending it to start investing in property, instead. Amir hopes to return to it one day, and perhaps go into lecturing when he’s older and ready to slow down a bit.

Languages Spoken: Urdu and English are his joint first languages. His mother made sure that her children learned both growing up. Also speaks Arabic and French fluently. Is currently teaching himself Mandarin for business purposes.

Level of Self-Esteem: Medium. I don’t think he’s too full of himself, and his childhood still weighs on him a bit. But he doesn’t hate himself. He realizes that he has a lot of good qualities he can be proud of.

Gifts/Talents: Aside from a talent with his profession, nothing else. It’s a shame, because he loves music and wishes he could play an instrument, but he can’t pick it up for the life of him.

Mathematical?: Absolutely. The man is a genius with numbers.

Makes Decisions Based Mostly On Emotions, or On Logic?: Logic. People often think he comes across quite cold because of it.

Life Philosophy: Take responsibility, don’t make excuses.

Religious Stance: Raised Muslim. Was very observant when he lived in Saudi Arabia—obviously, and some of it has stuck with him—but when he returned to the UK for university, it slipped. His parents aren’t happy about it, but they’re also not the type to force strict religion on their son. That being said, he does make an effort to be involved with the traditions and holidays, and never drinks in front of his parents. He knows they appreciate it.

Cautious or Daring?: Daring when it comes to work. Can’t be cautious in business, or you’ll never get anywhere. In his personal life, though, I think he’s a lot more hesitant. Tends to overthink things more.

Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable To: I think his reputation is so hugely important to him, that bad press is one of the things that really gets to him. He can’t just let it roll off his back like the others. People trying to tear him down after how hard he’s worked upsets him. Family is a weak spot for him, too. Amir’s also sensitive to people bringing up his failed relationship with Lara, as it’s still an incredibly raw topic.

Optimist or Pessimist?: An optimist, but not naively so.

Extrovert or Introvert?: In business, extroverted, because that’s where he feels most comfortable. He has no problem taking charge and putting himself out there. Less so in social situations. He’s not shy or detached, but sometimes he needs a little prodding to let loose and get involved.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Current Relationship Status: Single.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.

Past Relationships: The only two that are relevant are his first girlfriend, Lital Chadad, just because of how serious it was, and his ex-fiancée Lara, because he literally thought he would spend the rest of his life with her. When she cheated on him, it broke his heart, and he’s still genuinely distraught about it.

Primary Reason For Being Broken Up With: Doesn’t spend enough time with them.

Primary Reasons For Breaking Up With People: When they’re only in it for the money, which happens more often than he’d probably admit.

Ever Cheated?: No.

Been Cheated On: Yes. Multiple times by Lara.

Level of Sexual Experience: I mean, he’s not Damon, but he’s not Théo? Pretty high. (keeping this in, fight me.)

Story of First Kiss: On one of his trips back to London when he was around sixteen, a pretty girl from his sister’s tennis club had kissed him after one of their matches. Amir had thought he was so lucky, until he’d found out kissing him had been a forfeit for losing a bet. They’d laughed about it right in front of him. Stuck with him for a while.

Story of Loss of Virginity: It was with Lital on a drunken night out during the first few months of his time at Oxford. It was awkward, because he wasn’t exactly experienced on the girl front, and he certainly didn’t expect that she’d want to speak to him afterward, let alone ending up in a five-year-long relationship.

A Social Person?: I think so, generally, yes, though less so as of late; working to avoid his problems has also left him becoming slightly reclusive. I imagine he has quite a lot of friends. Doesn’t have trouble keeping them around, either. Though because he gets so busy, he’s fully aware that he needs to make more effort with certain people. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t enjoy time on his own. I think he treasures those moments of peace in his crazy ass lifestyle.

Most Comfortable Around: Obviously his family. Also his best friends, Revati, Bashira and Ashraf.

Oldest Friend: Bashira bint Mahmoud al-Ghazi, who incidentally, is also one of his ex-girlfriends. A daughter of one of his father’s Saudi friends. Amir has known her for as long as he can remember. Ashraf Khan, another Saudi friend, follows in close second. They’re an inseperable trio.

How Does He Think Others Perceive Him?: Uptight. Too serious. Smug. A bit of a snob. Work-obsessed.

How Do Others Actually Perceive Him?: Probably about right.

SECRETS:

Life Goals: To find the perfect balance between life and work, like his father seems to have done. Not currently working out for him. 

Dreams: To eventually settle down and have a family of his own, though admittedly, I think he’s beginning to feel a bit hopeless on that front. I wonder if he thinks Lara was his last real chance, given that he’s getting older and has already wasted a considerable amount of time on dead-end/failed relationships.

Greatest Fears: Something bad happening to his family. Losing Lara. Loneliness. Being remembered for failure. Snakes.

Most Ashamed Of: How things ended with Lara. I think he probably blames himself. Wonders if maybe he’d tried a bit harder, she wouldn’t have gone to Théo.

Secret Hobbies: Cooking, though I don’t think he’s as good as he thinks he is. Working on it, for sure.

Crimes Committed (Was he caught? Charged?): Squeaky clean.

DETAILS/QUIRKS:

Night Owl or Early Bird?: Night owl, definitely.

Light or Heavy Sleeper?: Light sleeper, much to his frustration.

Favorite Animal: Fennec Foxes. Faiza had one growing up, and he was always jealous. Also tigers. Definitely tigers.

Favorite Food: Cheesecake, bitch. Also falafel. And dark chocolate.

Least Favorite Food: Tomatoes.

Favorite Book: One Thousand and One Nights

Least Favorite Book: Anything by Proust. Fuck Proust.

Favorite Movie: Ben-Hur.

Least Favorite Movie: Probably one of the terrible Bollywood movies Revati makes him sit through. Bad friend.

Favorite Song: Sympathy for the Devil – The Rolling Stones.

Favorite Sport: Cricket.

Coffee or Tea?: Tea. Always tea. Drown him in tea.

Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter?: Neither because death.

Type of Car He Drives: I mean, he drives all the cars, but his favorite is the Aston Martin DB11 that his father gifted him.

Lefty or Righty?: Left-handed.

Favorite Color: Green.

Cusser?: Occasionally. Usually only if he’s really annoyed, or exasperated. Not the kind of person to just curse for the sake of it.

Smoker? Drinker? Drug User?: Drinks—though not excessively—and only smokes then, rather than all of the time. Has never used any drugs.

Biggest Regret: Lara. All of it.

Pets: Since moving back to London, he actually decided to get a pet for the first time. It’s a service dog that can sense when his blood sugar is too low; something that happens a lot, since he’s been so focused on work to try and forget about his clusterfuck of a life. He’s a golden retriever named Raza.