#ignore the bad recording im not used to recording my stuff

[physzoo]

swerve progress!

tbh progress has been slow because I was busy but I got his shoulders somewhat done because I wanted to be able to move his arms

torso is done too and im thinking of working on the kibble around his head or maybe painting im not sure

(slightly older pics)

[lovebugism]

Im a very indecisive person but I guess I'll go with “Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.” with Eddie, if you have any inspiration for this prompt 💕

ty for requesting!! — you get mean when you like someone, so eddie thinks you hate him (grump!reader, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, shameless succession reference, 1.9k)

“Please, tell me you’re joking,” you mumble through the melting vanilla shake on your tongue.

Robin grins at you across the table and shakes her head. “Nope,” she says, popping the p. “You are officially looking at Vicki Carmichael’s latest odyssey.”

You and Eddie look over your shoulder at Steve. He stands at the front counter and fumbles with the straw dispenser — hitting the lever repeatedly, with an increasingly rougher touch when nothing comes out. He flounders when they all spill out at once. 

He’s lucky he’s so pretty.

“Wait, I’m confused,” Eddie announces from beside you after stealing a sip of your milkshake. He squints and fights off a brain freeze. “Why didn’t he just tell us? He’s screwing the hottest girl in town— it feels like something he’d brag about.”

“I’m sitting right here,” you scoff, mostly kidding.

“‘Cause he knew you guys would totally ream him for it,” Robin answers and pinches fry crumbs into her mouth. Through a mouthful of them, she says, “It’s not like you’re usually supportive about this kinda stuff.”

“I’m all for Steve being a slut, okay?” you defend with your hands up in surrender. “But I do draw the line at my best friend fucking the girl who bullied me in high school.”

“What’d she do?” Eddie asks. You can’t tell if he really cares or if he just wants something new to laugh at you for, but you decide to humor him anyway.

“She cut out the boobs of my gym shirt before class because she knew if I dressed out again, I was getting detention,” you explain, smiling when it makes the table laugh. “I had to run the mile with my bright pink sports bra showing, but at least my record was clean.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Steve wonders aloud when he returns to the table, carrying the only straw that hadn’t fallen to the floor. He slides into the booth next to Robin and looks at the three of you expectantly.

“Nothing.” the brunette girl chirps.

“You,” Eddie deadpans.

You squint. “Real smooth, Munson.”

“Wait, what?”

Eddie laughs. “I mean, Vicki Carmichael? Seriously?”

Steve gapes at Robin, features yawned in betrayal. “You told them?” 

The girl shrugs, taking a big bite of her burger and playing coy.

“She’s hot and everything, but she’s really not your type, man.”

Steve’s eyes narrow across the table. “What’s that supposed to mean, freak?”

“She likes bad boys,” you answer for him, shrugging like it’s obvious. “You know, the Billy Hargrove types. With tattoos and leather jackets and long hair. And, no offense, but you’re the furthest thing from that.”

“I think you just described me, doll,” Eddie laughs.

“Weren’t you screwing around with Billy Hargrove a couple months ago?” Steve wonders with a knowing, honeyed squint.

“Shut up, Harrington,” you bite.

Eddie grins with all his teeth, pink and boyish and proud. “Oh, so you’re screwing guys that are just like me now, huh? I’m flattered.”

“If anything, you’re the dollar store version of Billy Hargrove, Munson,” you retort with a roll of your eyes, turning your attention to the milkshake in front of you. You stab holes in the thick ice cream and try to ignore the sudden attention.

All the eyes on you make you nervous. You were never good at being the butt of the joke. ‘Cause when you get embarrassed, you get mean. Like some kinda hurt dog.

“You have everything but the looks.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie snorts and snatches the frosted glass away from you. He slides it over to his side of the table and sips from the straw that has your lipstick stained on the tip of it. “You can’t insult me—”

“Can’t I?”

“—Not when you’re fucking a carbon copy of me,” he scoffs and tries to ignore the jealousy burning wildfires behind his ribcage.

“He’s nothing like you,” you insist.

“He’s exactly like me. Just blonde. And watered down,” Eddie argues, face twisted with disgust. He smiles when it makes everyone else laugh but you. “I mean, it’s kinda sad, actually. I turned you down, so you had to try it out with Hargrove?”

“I didn’t try it, first of all, I fucking conquered it,” you retort, not exactly joking but grinning when it makes Steve and Robin chuckle to themselves. “And second of all, I never wanted you, Munson. So there was never anything to turn down.”

Your words sting somewhere deep in his chest. Like there’s a knife lodged deep in his heart that aches every time he breathes. He doesn’t know what to do with this hurt other than hurt you back. 

“So that night you told me you liked me after my show— that was all a lie?” he asks, smirking to hide his ache.

Robin’s eyes go wide as she bites into her burger. “What is this? A sleepover?” she scoffs with her mouth full. “Why is everyone telling each other’s secrets?”

“You started it, Buckley,” Steve quips before stealing one of her fries.

Your answer is immediate. A total lie, but instant nonetheless. No one’s gonna out-insult you. Rarely ever do you come out of petty arguments without having drawn the most blood.

“Yeah! You bombed, and I felt bad, and I wanted to make you feel better,” you confess with a sinister giggle. “What I really wanted to say is that I wish your mom had given birth to a can opener because at least then it might be good at something.”

Eddie meets your smirk with a glower, something genuinely pained that makes your chest sting. You refuse to show it, though. Not even when he slides out of the booth. “Yeah, okay. Fuck you,” he mumbles to himself as he goes.

“What?” you scoff a cynical laugh.

“C’mon,” Steve murmurs quietly to you. “That was a little too far.”

“Oh, so he can make fun of me, but I can make fun of him?”

“It’s different. You know that.”

You roll your eyes even though you know he’s right. Eddie’s a clown, but he means well. He’s a dumbass because he doesn’t know how to be serious about anything, but he’s hardly ever outright mean. 

You’re made of something more hardened than that. You set fires all around you, and only when a person walks through it do you know they really care. You don’t mean to be so mean half the time. It’s a defense mechanism more than anything. A time-bomb you never really learned to defuse.

“It was a joke, Eds!” you shout as he storms the short distance to the entrance of the diner.

“Well, surprise. I have feelings—” he grins, though there’s little emotion behind it. The door dings over his head when he shoves it open. He reaches for the crushed packet of cigarettes in his pocket. “—And you just hurt them.”

The diner feels strangely silent with him gone. The air feels noticeably heavy, too. 

You reach for the milkshake he left on his side of the table and slide it audibly back over to you. You don’t sip from it, though. Your stomach’s too much in knots now. You just busy your fidgeting hands with it, holding the frosted glass in your delicate palms until they ache.

“Stop staring at me,” you mumble, not meeting the silent looks Robin and Steve give you across the booth.

“Go talk to him before you give him a complex.”

“Yeah,” the boy hums with a knowing smile. “Go kiss and make up.”

“Shut up,” you bite with a scrunched-together face. You deflate with a sigh. “Fine. I’ll go— but not because you told me to.”

You hear them laugh quietly to themselves as you walk out behind Eddie. 

He leans against the corner of the old building and blows smoke from his lungs. He looks relatively unfazed despite the circumstances. You swallow down the worry that you’re embarrassing yourself by being out here at all.

Your shoes scuff against the sidewalk as you near him. “Eds—”

“I’m fine,” he interjects before you can say anything real. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“Well, it’s too late. Steve and Robin already kicked me out here, so…” You trail off in a monotone, despite having already declared that you were out here not because you were told to be. He doesn’t need to know that, though. “…I’m sorry.”

He takes a puff of the cigarette between his fingers, then shrugs on the exhale. “Okay.”

“The can opener thing was stupid— I mean, it wasn’t nice either, but it was a really dumb joke,” you ramble without taking a single breath. You cross your arms over yourself in a makeshift shield. “You didn’t even bomb that night. At your show or whatever. I lied. You were… You were actually really good.”

Eddie turns his head slowly. He blinks at you with chocolate eyes sparkling with amusement.

You cower under his stare. “What?”

“I know what you’re doing,” he insists with a crooked smile.

“What?” you repeat, forcing a laugh.

“You’re fucking with me,” he chuckles and brings the cig back to his mouth. He mumbles through the stick. “But it’s cool, you know? I can cope.”

“I’m being serious, Eddie,” you argue. And then, when your chest starts to sting, it becomes impossible not to make a joke. “I think you’re a… super-talented superstar—”

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” he interjects with a sincere laugh, like honey and gunpowder.

You giggle, and the foreign tension ebbs.

“I’m just kidding,” you assure and prop your back against the wall beside him. “Well, I mean, I’m not, but I…” You stammer when you can’t find the words. You gesture wildly with your hands. “I do think you’re talented, it’s just— It’s hard for me to be serious, okay? But I am sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he assures, tossing the cigarette to the ground and snuffing the ash with his sneaker. “Trust me. I know what you mean.”

You swallow hard. “And I wasn’t… What I said to you that night, in your van after the show… I wasn’t lying.”

Eddie’s head snaps up. He blinks at you with a gaping gaze, even though you’re not looking at him to see it. You’re much more focused on the dumpster across the street, lest you meet his eyes and get embarrassed all over again. 

This is the realest you’ve ever been with him, you think — since you told him you liked him and he all but turned you down.

Being vulnerable has been impossible since then.

“Then why’d you never talk to me about it again?” he asks, then stammers over himself. “You acted like it never even happened— I thought I fucking— like, dreamt it or some shit.”

“Because you didn’t say anything back! I thought you didn’t feel the same way!”

“I was just— I was just shocked. You always act like you hate me!”

“Because I like you, you idiot!” you blurt before you mean to, then huff with impatience at yourself. “Fuck. Sorry. I don’t know… I don’t know how to be nice to people I like.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie laughs, shifting on the brick wall until his shoulder rubs against it. He looks down at you like he’s seeing you for the very first time — glittering with the hope of finally getting close to you, of finally having something real.

“Don’t laugh!” you argue. “I’m trying really hard here!”

“I know,” he murmurs lowly, leaning in until you can taste the nicotine on his breath. In a honeyed tone, he confesses, “It’s a good thing I like you mean, then, huh?”

Your heart lurches into your throat. He smirks when you freeze, and knocks his shoulder against yours when he heads back into the diner.

The game of cat and mouse continues.

[ethansluvbot]

hotch unconsciously favouring new bau!reader and she doesn’t even notice 😭😭 she just thinks he’s super sweet and everyone is like 🤨🤨 where’s our special treatment aye?

WHERE DO WE GO NOW | A. HOTCHNER

warnings: mostly fluff, but a kiss?

an: SORRY I TOOK SO LONG HOPE YOU LOVE IT, ignore how bad im at writing like technical fbi stuff lol

as he returns to his seat on the jet, hotch gives you a pack of food and some water. you put your earplugs back in after grinning and thanked him. morgan smirked at his boss's strange actions, but he remained silent.

"all right, let's briefly review the case's facts. while morgan and prentiss travel to the M.E., jj and reid head to the crime site. y/n and i will head over to receive a briefing. okay, everyone, let's get going."

you smooth your dress down and collect your belongings, trailing hotch in the process. as soon as you enter, he opens the door for you and goes inside for a briefing.

"the victim's boyfriend last spoke with shelby at 9:02 p.m. we spoke with the bartender at jack's bar, where she was around for the majority of the evening at 9:30. we are currently obtaining the security footage from her. tell my staff or me if you need anything."

spencer said as he left the room, "i'm going to call garcia and ask for access to the security cameras sooner rather than later."

"how's jack doing?"

"he is doing well! he does, however, truly miss you, especially your homemade chocolate chip cookies."

"does he miss the cookies or do you?" you chuckle.

Thinking to himself, "I will not answer that question," you smile and wondered who else he let his guard down for. we was always open to you, even though he never discussed his past with others.

"what would you say about you, jack, and I visiting the aquarium? ever since you got him that ipad, he has been telling me about dolphins, and i get texts all the time."

as he takes a sip of coffee, reid enters the room and says, "garcia has found the camera footage. what did I ruin something?"

1 HOUR LATER

"as of right now, it appears that the unsub prefers women who are between the ages of late 20 and early 30. Every victim carries a huge risk, and I think he enjoys the possibility of exposure. kidnapped from bar parking lots despite the fact that his face is constantly hidden. he has a dark-colored van and it's clear by the signature he injures the victim, since he has a long-term damage of his own.

"y/n i would prefer if you would lay low on this case, you fit the profile and i don't want anything to happen to you."

"are you certain? given the profile, it could be the greatest option for us."

he nods while leaning back in your chair, knowing that he thought too highly of you to see you be in harms way. you have no idea how much more than you realized he cared for you.

"fine, do not put yourself into a situation where you know it will end bad."

the remaining members of the team carrying on the discussion regarding the unsub's actions. garcia chiming in with men who match the description. you gently brush your hair away from your face and glance at the hotch. even though you quickly avert his gaze, you can still feel his eyes on you.

"i'm sorry to break this terrible news, but I believe there is a match for this suspect. i'm sending you travis's records and the last two address on file." the group leaps up and sprints towards the available cars. together, you and hotch jump into the car navigating your way to his address.

you get out of the car as soon as you get there. as you search the house, some of the team arrives, and you head upstairs. Your mouth is grabbed by a hand and you are slid into a room. you fall as a result of your head slamming into the wall.

you were able to get up and cause him to lose his balance by kicking the back of his knees. your body reverts to its limp form. travis limps his way back toward your body. there's a shot, and you reach for your gun. You turn to face the hotch, who is gripping his gun.

You say, "thank you," as he helps you leave the house. doctors are rushing to your side right away. hotch stays by your side throughout the whole thing. It is a blessing to have someone who is as concerned as he is.

He asks in jest, "so you still up for the aquarium?"

TINY BONUS

With your earbuds in but the volume down enough to hear the entire conversation, the team continues to tease you on the flight back. "Where's our special treatment?" you chuckle to yourself in private.

[cyberkitty1]

Twin AU

Major Across the Spider-verse spoilers

Part 2

inspo from : @moodysunflowerbaby <3

Mylo gets compared to his brother so much that he visibly gets annoyed whenever it happens so right off the bat when you befriend Miles before Mylo and Miles isn’t being a very good friend he just thinks youre moving on from Miles and either shoos you away or wont pay attention to you, he thinks hes the second option.

“ I wish Miles was here to help us on our science project, hes scary good at it” you say laughing and nudging his shoulder.

Mylo gives you this irritated face “yea i know hes is he my brother7. why you talkin about him anyway?” he says snapping at you.

you put your hands up defensively “ I didn’t mean to strike a nerve or anything he just helps me a lot with this stuff”

he scoffs “oh so im too stupid to do this? then go ask him to be your partner i don’t need this bs today” he says getting up and leaving. you just sit in shock; thats not even close to what you were saying?

He ignores you constantly after that but you need clarification; is he mad at you or not?

“ hey is your brother mad at me or something? we were doing a science project and he kinda got up an left. but then again it was my fault” you say the last part under your breath.

Miles shrugs “ i dont know just cause we brothers dosent mean i know whats up with him.”

you scoff “ what is up with the both of you? he’s ignoring me and youre being snappy, did something happen?” you say annoyed yet sincere.

he wipes his face with his hand “ well not everything is about you” he says grabbing his stuff “ and for the record sorry im not happy, my dad died.” he says walking away leaving you in utter shock.

why didn’t they say anything? now that you think about it; maybe you were a bad friend.

you guys haven’t talked for weeks, avoiding each other because you didn’t know what to say. you blamed yourself mostly for this and let this friendship slip your mind, but Mrs Morales had other plans.

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[manygeese]

CHAPTER 11 WHICH IM JUST NOW REALIZING I NEVER PUT OUT A TEASER FOR ‼️‼️‼️

Leo found it depressing that every choice he had made in his entire life brought him here: trying to make small talk with his one and only ex on a wooden swinging bench that got more uncomfortable by the second. Oh, and had he mentioned that it was fucking freezing?

He kept his eyes fixed on his swaying feet, unsure whether the dizziness was from the motion of his perch or his own nausea.

There were a million things he wanted to say to Calypso. Most of them started with “I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry for that one time I yelled at you for going to the arcade without me.

I’m sorry for bothering you with my Rubik’s cube while you were trying to focus.

I’m sorry for ignoring you all of spirit week even though you really wanted to wear matching outfits on twin day.

I’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend.

I’m sorry for being your boyfriend.

All he had to do was utter one of those phrases out loud, get it out of his cluttered head. But instead, he used the birdsong and the whistle of the wind as an excuse. Anything he said would be swept away with it anyways.

“I’m sorry,” someone said. It wasn’t Leo. He was too much of a coward to let those words out.

Leo cleared his captured throat. His voice came out choked as he coughed up the word “what?”

“I said I’m sorry.” Calypso clutched at where the fabric of her dress scrunched around her knees, bunching it up and letting it go again like a substitution for a breath.

He coughed. “You don’t have to.”

She knitted her cinnamon eyebrows together. “Aren’t you supposed to ask me for what?”

He was afraid he’d be disappointed if he did, but he did it anyway. “For what?”

“I suppose I’ll start with the small things. Do you remember when you lost your Rubik’s cube, back in junior year?”

“… yes.”

“I threw it away. I’m sorry.”

Leo let out a low whistle because it was either that or cry like a little baby. “Yikes.”

“I’m sorry for not listening to you whenever you talked about the robotics stuff you really liked. Sometimes, I would just use it as background noise. That was rude of me.”

“I’m sorry, too. For the record.” He tapped nervously on the armrest.

“For what?”

“Basically everything I did in college,” Leo said, making a pathetic attempt at a laugh. “I was such a loser back then.”

She forced a chuckle- Leo could tell, her smile was too square at the corners, like her lips were subconsciously drawn downwards even as they were pulled up- and knocked her shoulder against his. “Weren’t we all?”

“I was especially a loser. I’m sorry I never helped you with your theater projects. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you practice the oboe. I’m sorry I never took you out as much as you would’ve liked. And one time, the day after we had our first big college fight, I got us both coffees with your cash and gave yours to some other kid on campus.”

“You told me you’d spilled it on your way to class,” Calypso murmured.

“Yeah. Have I mentioned I’m sorry?”

She snorted halfheartedly. “I think so.”

Silence settled over them, looming like a piano over a cartoon character’s head.

“I’m starting to think we just shouldn’t have gotten together in the first place,” Calypso admitted. She picked at her already chipped aqua nail polish.

“Well, you’d be right.”

“Just like that?” She laughed, but it came out strangled. “You’re not gonna even try to say otherwise?”

Leo met her eyes, only because he felt she deserved it. “I can’t lie to you, Cal, we were horrible for each other. To each other.”

“Why?”

The piano came crashing down. If it had actually been a cartoon, Leo reasoned, his head would be popping out of the lid and he’d have piano keys instead of teeth. Maybe Calypso would have taken the opportunity to scurry away, leaving a silhouette of herself in whichever brick wall she decided to escape through, but he had no such luck.

Calypso’s eyes never left his, acting like jackhammers boring into his skull. Her question was repeated in their roundness: why?

“Cal…” he started, just to keep up the illusion that he was actually going to answer her, “it wasn’t your fault.”

“Just tell me. Why would we never have worked?”

He took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to hop over the porch railing and abscond into the corn fields, never to be seen again. “I’m gay.”

Calypso’s eyes widened impossibly further. Her mouth stayed mercifully shut for a moment before it uttered the words “so many things make sense now.”

Leo couldn’t help but snort at her response. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“You always acted weird when we had gym with Percy, for starters.”

“Oh my (god,)” Leo groaned as he buried his face in his hands, “I was so obvious, wasn’t I?”

Calypso chuckled. “Yeah, you were. And there was also Frank. Was that fake flirting… was it actually…?”

“I can’t tell you what teenage me was thinking, but I can tell you it wasn’t entirely straight.”

She hummed, voice lilting with humor and melancholy. Her eyes moved off to the horizon, though Leo’s stayed fixed to her face, reading it (or at least trying to) like a manual.

Step One: get together with a girl of literally anybody’s dreams in 7th grade.

Step Two: spend the rest of your middle school, high school, and college years with each other.

Step Three: fight. A lot. Which leads to a messy breakup, and it’s like, this whole entire thing.

Step Four: don’t speak to each other for three years.

Step Five: tell her you’re gay and make her realize that she wasted a decade on you.

“I know I’ve said it a lot, but I’m sorry, Cal,” Leo whispered. “You deserved somebody who loved you romantically. You still do. And I couldn’t give you that, but I got us into this mess anyway, and here we are ten years later with one toxic relationship under our belts and not much else.”

“I’m honestly not sure I even wanted a relationship,” Calypso said. “I think that… my father may have pressured me into it when I didn’t want it or need it.”

Leo nodded.

“I don’t want one now, either. What does that say about me? Am I… am I going to be alone forever?” She turned towards him. The sunlight caught her eyes, making them glint like glossy pearls with tears not yet shed.

“Cal, no,” Leo said gently, somewhere between a whimper and a sigh. He shook his head and placed a cautious hand on her shoulder. “No. You’re not gonna be alone. You, you’re a wonderful person. You’re so passionate and you always know what you want and you’re really smart. There are people out there that are gonna love that, whether it be romantic or not. There are people out there that will love you however you want them to.

“I… I couldn’t do that for you. We couldn’t give each other what we wanted from that type of relationship, if we wanted one at all. And that’s okay. We’re not kids anymore, nobody can pressure you into anything.

“And, if it makes you feel any better,” he offered, “I still want to be friends.”

Had those words really just left his mouth? And had he meant it?

Calypso gave him a watery smile. “Do you mean that?”

Leo found himself returning it. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

She tackled him in a hug, nearly knocking them both off the porch with the force of it. They laughed and the sound was familiar. It came from sunny summer days spent playing video games, and chilly walks from class to class when fall came around, and sharing an umbrella when the frigid winter rain hit, and goofing around at the spring dance. It was a bit of his childhood coming back to him.

She practically performed the heimlich on him, the way she was squeezing him like a stress toy. He threw his arms around her neck and patted her awkwardly as he tried not to turn too red (between all the laughing and back breaking hugs, it was sure to be a failure). “God, I missed you, Cal.”

“I missed you, too.”

~*~

They sat there for hours, talking about interests both shared and not so shared. She would talk about her travels in Greece, he would chat about his students, she would explain what she learned about music, he would describe all the projects he’d made. Eventually, the subject turned from work to social life, from social life to friends, and from friends to love. Leo wasn’t quite sure how he felt discussing his (mostly nonexistent) love life with his ex, but with an old friend? Yeah. Yeah, he could do that.

“There was this one girl in Greece, Echo. I wanted to be her friend for the longest time, I’m not even kidding you. I found out the bar she usually went to on Friday nights, and yeah I know that sounds creepy but I just had my friend Zoë tell me. So it wasn’t that weird. Anyways, I got up to talk to her, right? And turns out, she’s mute, and I didn’t know sign language yet, so we ended up having a written conversation on her receipt. And at the end, she gave it to me, and it had her number on the back!” Calypso giggled, and he couldn’t help but giggle with her. What else could he do? That was one hell of a meet cute.

“Are you two still friends?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah. It’s kind of easier, we communicated mostly by text anyways because she doesn’t like using paper a whole lot. She’s toying with the idea of spending summer here, actually.”

Leo hummed acknowledgingly.

“What about you? Any pretty ladi- uh, handsome guys around here?”

He snorted, but that didn’t keep him from blushing hard. “Nice save,” he deflected.

Calypso got a smug look on her face. “Oh, yeah. There’s a handsome guy alright. You look like a tomato.”

“Fine. There’s a handsome guy.”

Calypso squealed and kicked her feet. “Tell me everything.”

“You want to know all of it? There hasn’t even been that much.”

“I mean, you listened to me about Echo, so consider it payback. Now tell me.”

“Ugh, fine,” he sighed. “Um, Frank and Hazel moved away a few months back, so Piper had to find a new farmhand to replace the guy. Um. And his name is Jason. He’s a big buff blonde dude.”

“Is that your type?”

“I don’t know! Maybe? I think my type is just man.”

“No way. You had a crush on Percy, captain of the swim team and known athlete, and probably Frank, too, and he’s literally the strongest person I’ve ever met. And now Jason? Who, when you describe him, the first words that come to mind are ‘big’ and ‘buff’? You have a type, and it’s men who could throw you like a football.”

“Oh my god! Shut up! Never psychoanalyze me again!”

“That wasn’t psychoanalysis, my good man, but simple observation.”

“You’re such a nerd.”

“And you aren’t?”

Leo decided not to dignify that comment with a response, half out of offense and half out of seeing Jason appear from over the crest of the hill. “Oh my god, oh my god, shut up, he’s coming. If you say one word about this to him I will kill you.”

“My lips are sealed.”

Leo squirmed in his seat, trying to fix his posture and look natural at the same time. “Does my hair look good?”

Calypso snorted, which caused her to wheeze, which caused her to cackle. “No, no, I’m not laughing at you, you’re just…” she trailed off when Jason came into earshot. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“I sure hope I have, actually,” he retorted. Jason was coming up the path. Should he stop him and have a chat? Could he trust Calypso not to embarrass him? “I was pretty fucking annoying back then.”

“I didn’t mean it that way. You’ve changed, of course, but you’re still the same guy, just more you, if that makes sense.” Calypso left him with that, opting to turn around and face the porch stairs with a polite smile prepared. Before he could protest, she waved Jason over and offered him a hand. “Hi, you must be Jason! I’m Calypso, Leo’s friend.”

“I believe he’s mentioned you before,” Jason said, tone even, hand shaking hers calmly. He met Leo’s eyes and held the contact with a soft expression and gently sloped brows- concern. It was probably something else, though, but a boy could dream.

Calypso continued, her eyes screwed shut with the intensity of her smile. “It’s been so nice seeing him again after all these years. He’s so funny, don’t you agree?”

Jason smiled. “Certainly.” His eyes drifted back to Leo and the smile turned slightly mischievous. Wait, was that a wink? Did he just wink at Leo?

Leo was going to be sick.

“Oh, and so smart, right? I mean, back in college, he could attend three math classes the entire year and still pass with an A,” Calypso flattered.

“No, nope, that’s not true, she’s exaggerating,” Leo interjected. “And besides, I had a shit grade in language arts so it didn’t matter anyway.”

“He’s just trying to stay humble. He was the star of the robotics club at our high school-”

“Cal, please-”

“And the computer science teachers adored him-”

“Oh my god-”

“He had the math grades worthy of valedictorian-”

“Cal-”

“You should have seen him in shop class-”

“Cal!”

“As much as I’d like to continue, it seems someone-” she shot a pointed yet fond look over to him, but he didn’t notice, as he was covering his face in his hands in an effort to conceal the redness- “doesn’t appreciate it. Long story short, I was lucky to have met him. I’m sure you feel the same.”

“I do.” Jason breathed. Okay, so maybe Leo was hallucinating, but that was definitely a blush on Jason’s cheeks, right?

“Well, I’ll let you go now. I’ve held you up long enough, haven’t I? It was nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Jason chirped, heading into the farmhouse and, god, he actually winked.

He froze for a second after Jason shut the door, and he’d like to say he recovered himself quickly, but he didn’t. “What the fuck was that,” he managed.

“That, my good man, is called wingmanning.”

“No the fuck it is not.”

“Well, sure, if you wanna get into the nitty gritty, it’s wingwomaning, but same difference. Now, I’m going to have to head out soon if I want to get to family dinner on time, but can I give you some advice?”

“…fine.”

She grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him fully towards her. “You need to ask him out. He’s smitten with you. He will say yes.”

“…how do you know that?”

“How can you watch so many romcoms and not realize the signs that someone’s in love? Did you seriously not see him look at you? Or hear him, for that matter? Listen, Leo, I want you to be happy. Just ask him out, okay? For me.”

“…fine.”

Calypso smiled brilliantly and waved goodbye and headed for the gate. She looked happier now. Her grin was less restrained, and so was her hair. It was in a low ponytail instead of that tight braid she always used to have. She looked more like Calypso.

“Cal?” He called, moving to lean on the porch railing.

“Yeah?” She shouted back.

“Come back for dinner sometime, will you?”

Her smile got a few watts brighter. It made his own smile widen. “Of course.”

Now that he had reconciled with Calypso, there was only one problem left to solve:

Ask Jason out. Huh, it sounded easier when put into words. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

@katiefromcabin7 @iwannascreameurekaa @froglyberrys @justlikearat @existential-life-crisis @jasonisntboring @poppitron360 @erosjournal @ihatenotreading @reggie-the-dyke

[woofwoofwolf]

Go home, Hobie Brown pt. 2

Hobie Brown x reader

Part 1:

Notes: Alt and aro ace reader (although that’s less relevant here), fluff-ish, reader remains GN but might have a writing bias towards fem, Hobie does some illegal shit, Hobie and reader are adults, use of (y/n), no phonetic spelling of Hobie’s accent, brit written by a European sue me, he’s probably a bit OOC in this one,

“Why does reader work at a factory and not, say, a pub? That’s a little weird isn’t it?” it’s bc I work at a factory and this is once again ✨wish fulfillment✨

So this initially was something else, but I realized that it was similar in structure to my previous work and that if I reworked it a little bit, it would be a nice addition to that. Is this a series now? I fucking hope not, I have a bad track record finishing those. Loosely connected two shot for now. I might come back tonight to tweak some stuff, but I think it is in a readable state lol

Pls dont repost anywhere thx ✨️

You tried your best to ignore him. An half hearted attempt to deprive him of the reaction he wanted while you continued to flatten out your stack of cardboard boxes, throwing them into the container next to you. Hobie was standing right in front of you, not having said anything to you since he arrived. He stood far enough away from you for it to appear casual and incidental, but close enough for him to still tower over you.

Finally, his patience caved. “…hey,” he said.

“Hey, Hobie,” your tone was cool. You didn't feel as embarrassed now that there were no people around, right outside of the small factory you worked at.

“What are you doing?”

You peered up at him with a smirk on your face. “I need to throw out these boxes. You know, for my job? My job that I have at this factory that we’re currently at. That you jumped a fence over to get to just now.” You gestured towards the fence right in front of you.

“Ey no way,” Hobie laughed as if he hadn't known all along. “You think they got cameras?”

You shrugged, all the while continuing your work. “We have a front door. You could’ve just talked to the lady at the front desk. She might have let you through, you know?”

“Nah, didn't like the look of her.”

"She probably wouldn't have liked the look of you either to be fair," you laughed. Technically, she'd be right, Hobie was trespassing. But she was a sour tart anyways, so you understood Hobie’s comment.

"What's wrong with those boxes anyways?" He pointed. "They look brand new."

You had noticed that he had been antsy about that. He probably didn't like you throwing out boxes that were still more than usable. It wasn’t something you agreed with either, but it wasn’t up to you.

"Dunno." You answered. "I don't think theres anything wrong with them perse. They probably prepared more than they needed."

"That's IT?! What a bloody waste," He gave the container a kick after his outburst. "Why are you contributing to this,"

"Boss's orders" you gave him a cheeky salute.

"I'm disappointed in you," You choked back a laugh.

"I knew you would be. I'm part of the machine, Hobart," You stuck out your hands and did a mock robot walk. “they’re coming to get you, Hobart-” 

Hobie pushed your arms back to your sides. His hands lingered there longer than your heart could handle "That stupid uniform too... They're stripping you of all the important bits."

"Well.” You said, hoping to go back to a lighter tone. “If you know of an anarchist version of this part-time job where I can come and go when I want, where I barely have to speak to people and where I make this much money, doing the workload equivalent of Homer Simpsons job, then let me know." It was true, this was the easiest part time you've ever had. "If you look at it like that, I'm practically stealing from the boss, don't you think?"

"I know of a job like that." He said, playing along. "It's called 'dating me'. heard It's got real good benefits too. "

"Ohhh does that include the part that I dont have to talk to my boss?" Hobie’s big dumb smirk dropped to an amused smile.

"No, I'd prefer if you kept doing that to be honest."

You couldn't hold it in and you awkwardly laughed alongside him.

"Can I have them?" He asked out of the blue.

"Pardon?"

"The boxes.”

"What do you need cardboard boxes for?" You put the box you had picked up back on the pile. "Don't become a hoarder, Hobie, I'll stop visiting you guys."

"Not me," he picked up one of the boxes to inspect. "For Gwendy. These are the exact size she uses to ship her clothes in when she sells them online."

You looked at him with narrowed eyes. If he took the few remaining boxes, you could finish up and go back inside, which was tempting.

Before you could answer him, the door to the building opened.

"Hey (y/n)," your manager said. "I came to check on you. Who's this..?" She frowned at Hobie, who was obviously not supposed to be there. Hobie looked troubled, even though he liked testing the boundaries he didn't want to get you fired over something like this. Which is honestly something he should have thought of before coming over, but what can you do.

"Actually," you said in the most somber tone you could muster. You placed your hand on Hobie’s arm in a comforting gesture. "Hobie just told me his grandma passed away this morning." You felt him stiffen up, his emotions shifting from confused to amused to acting out sadness in a split second.

Hobie, of course, didn't have a grandma in his life.

"Oh..." your manager said, you knew how empathetic she was. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

“I’m sorry ma’m.. I know I’m not supposed to be here, but,“ He let out a very fake sob and you suppressed the desire to roll your eyes. “I just know how close (y/n) was to my nan... I’ll be going now...“

Before he went though, he turned around and grabbed an entire armful of cardboard boxes. Leaving your manager stunned. Hobie walked towards the fence gate.

“You perhaps got a key for this gate? Ah, you do? Thank you I’ll be leaving now, Cheers.“

Your manager looked at you when he left. “Ah well. Nan would have hated for those boxes to go to waste.”

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Alright wow, I'm being so productive with fics at the moment this is kind of crazy.

I hope he isn't TOO out of character? I think it's really hard to get his speech pattern right. And then I don't just mean his accent, but how that interacts with his cheeky and confident way of talking. But my biggest pet peeves in fics of his at the moment are a) phonetic spelling of his accent and b) people who write fake and cringey British slang. (He doesn't constantly speak in cockney rhyme in the movie ppl lol) Bonus point if both are true, haha... I've lived in England, but honestly, getting it right is difficult, and I still feel like I'm having him say american phrases 😭

[my-castles-crumbling]

hey cas

before i start i just wanna say that i think ur doing something rly amazing with how u help ppl

ur so cool and i defo look up to u sm!!!!!

so

idk where to start again lmao

im the same anon who asked about the shitty friends and prom

but now theres more sadly :(

so mum and dad had the next door neighbours round and normally id love that dads friend (who for the purpose of this well call d) is rly great and happy and just generally a golden retriever type guy which is cool

and d's gf (who well call s) is also great and loves to talk to me about the horses and shit (cuz i have 2 but they own an andalusian stud farm which is so cool!!!!) and s helps me when idk what to do and shit (im 15) cuz even tho ive had z (my homebred one) since i was like 6 months im still by NO means an expert so having s and d rly help

i added the context cuz i rly look up to them and i wanted to show how much

they mean a lot to me

so they came round fri night and we had lasagne (my favourite) and it was rly cool

but

somehow we got onto the subject of trans ppl. idek how but here we r ig 🤷🏻‍♂️. so ik that mum is vaugly transphobic (she talks about it a lot) but i always thought it was just like she doesnt like us. but it turns out that both mum dad s and d all HATE trans ppl. like a lot. so i was just sat there. the ONLY person defending trans rights and stuff and d and dad were talking about sum else idk so it was just mum and s. but they kept on going on and on about it. like no matter what i said theyd still hate us. so i recorded it. lots of it. atleast a good 7 mins straight of them talking shit. so eventually i got up and had a mini little panic attack in the bathroom (love that for me) but it was ATLEAST 2 hrs of this atp. but mums best friends r all lgbtq+ supportive. theyd be horrified at all this and all she said. and i have recordings. on the one hand i want nothing more than to ruin everything for her (i already had reduced amounts if empathy but now i feel nothing at all for them which is a shame ig) but on the other hand i just wanna forget it... kinda (shes still my mum)

obvs im not coming out as gender fluid like ever but im pretty sure atp she knows im bi lmao (my best friends mum who crochets is already making me a pride flag LMAO)

but this leads me on to my other thing

i said i already had reduced empathy but now i feel nothing. or as close to nothing as i can get w them being my parents. but its weird cuz i can still feel like care i used to have. i just cant... get to it

u know what i mean?

but i can feel myself slipping into having no care for anything at all (im already depressed so numbness is quite normal but this feels... different?)

idk what to do

also i have LOADS of issues in my head and i told mum about them and she just basically said its cuz of my ADHD (im not even diagnosed shes just CONVINCED i have it) cuz she thinks that ADHD is already a chemical imbalance so this isnt too far off. but surely even if it wad from ADHD id still go to like therapy and shit cuz i still feel it no matter where its coming from?

but yh

that happened ig

oh and after i ended up talking to some friends and having a panic attack but my friends rly helped and said theyre always there for me but after i said i was going to bed (it was like half 11 pm atp but we have diff time zones (im british lots of them r american)) i ended up staring at the wall for 4 hrs dissociating and then had a panic attack (rly bad this time) cuz what do u mean i literally lost 4 hrs?

but yh

that happened ig

doesnt rly matter lmao

anywhore feel free to ignore this if its triggering or u dont wanna answer it ❤❤❤

Hi!

It definitely matters, and that sounds so upsetting. I wouldn't send the recording out, but I mean...idk it might be petty, but maybe the next time your mum and her friends are all around together, bring up trans rights. See how it goes? Only if you're prepared to hear her say mean shit, but it could be interesting to see if her friends can talk sense into her.

I'm so sorry though, that's devastating and I'm so glad you have friends to support you. Naming you three hearts anon!

[zabala0z]

Hi!! I went back to my notes. I need to scratch that itch in my brain (writing down information) anyways, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES A 15TH ENTITY?????

Mag 134: Time of Revelation

As you can tell from my above comment, I am very surprised. How was I supposed to know. The Extinction. Again, killer name. Is that what's going to be the main villain of this season? Thats what it feels like so far. Also, interesting The Web and The End never tried a ritual. Plus, the idea of The Extinction wiping us out to replace us with another race to fear it in return. Thats cool. But that makes me think are we like part of the cycle? Was there a race before us but then they got wiped out. I guess not because The Extinction is a newer entity. Okay ignore that

One thing that's been bouncing around my brain is like..if any rituals worked. Like these entities have been around for I dunno since fear was possible I guess. Rituals, while they take centuries to set up, would be pretty common to succeed so I'm just wondering if any entity succeeded in a ritual that led to the world now.

I still don't like Peter. "Hopefully our patron" SHUT UP. Also love that Martin helped out Jon with all those recorders. Because Jon can sense them. though I guess he didn't know that

MAG 135: Dark Matter

The last of the trio of statements (MAG 57, MAG 106). I did point out that in MAG 106, her fingertips were burned. I guess its because she handled a god damn SUN. A DARK SUN?? Anyways Maxwell Rayner appearance, woo. Also, an explanation behind Daedalus which i throughly enjoyed. Although the part about the nyctophobe being used as a battery did make me genuinely sick to my stomach. Dunno why that was the most unnerving part of this podcast to me.

Anyways, a ritual for The Dark. Took them a while, like a solid 4 years. in Norway too. Home of Jurgen leitner. You would think killing Rayner would stop them but no! Cant be that hard to end their ritual, just point a flashlight at them

MAG 136: The Puppeteer

I love seeing different perspectives to the same story oh my god. Anyways this is related to MAG 110, obviously. I wonder if neil lagorio knew about..The Web from the beginning. Was he in cahoots? They said he would send people to watch previews of his movies and they were never the same so i feel like he was. Plus he was described with no warmth behind his eyes and that sounds very not human so.

Annabelle Cain. She popped up before in MAG 69. Nice to see she's branching off to other hobbies like killing old men. I think she killed him at least. And now that were talking about her, I'm reminded of Jons zippo lighter with the web design. Did she somehow send it? Because that zippo lighter was given to him in like s1 and it hasn't been used for any plot important stuff and I'm getting antsy over it, who sent it, I swear to god. Chekhov's Lighter.

Also, "there's me, Melanie, Basira-" "Traumatized, traumatized, paranoid" that is the funniest thing wtf. Another thing, I am very worried about Melanies therapist. like very. Melanie please be careful girl

MAG 137: nemesis

War statements always make me feel bad. So Wallis Turner gave this statement at the Pu Songling Research Centre (MAG 105) which is yknow the sister institute. I wonder if they serve The Eye as well. Anyways "Nemesis" appeared before in MAG 105. Im guessing the entity related to this is The Slaughter. Crazy their ritual failed, those losers. The Risen War. God why are all the names so cool.

ALSO, Eric. What did Gertrude mean about telling gerry about following in his dads footsteps? I checked my notes and in Mary Keays statement, it's implied Eric serves The End. At least that's what I got. he did get a gruesome end. Sorry.

I think that's everything. I see the next statement is Robert Smirke, oh my god. I need to know what this insane architect was up to, I'm so excited.

[trophyhugger]

.

my eyes are small

i have a moustache

i have bad acne

my breath stinks bc i dont brush my teeth

im lazy

i cvt myself

i make up my own gods just to feel like someone cares about me

i was stalked at 12 by one of my classmates who took a pic of me while i was undressing in my room and sent them to his cousin who then flirted with me and called me gorgeous and pretty (ive been paranoid since and my immediate reaction to even seeing a shadow behind my blinds (which most of the time is a tree) is to run to the kitchen and grab a knife, i also feel watched 24/7 ever since that happened

same guy tried to break into my house many times, recently him and another classmate of mine followed me home, asking if they can come in, ignoring when i was saying no, they kept playing with me like i was a puppet by pulling me back and trying to grab me when i tried going faster to go back home already, one of them kept recording me while it was happening because it was jst that "funny", ever since then im terrified of leaving school because i think one of them might follow me home

i react with trying to kill someone with spirituality when i dont like someone

my humor is shit

i wear the same stuff everyday because i have no style

my dad hates me

ive been told that im lucky to have the parents that i have now because other families wouldn't allow me to just skip school whenever i want and would be more strict when it comes to school, and even though im in an all abusive household im scared of actually calling cps because im scared that what they said is true and that id be treated worse than i am now

im s3xually harassed everyday

my p.e teacher is coming back in a few months (he's a pedo) (specifically for me)

nobody talks to me at school

nobody likes me

i was shamed for my weight by my father at just 12 which caused me to have body issues ever since, i was 66 kilos back then, now im 45 and still get judged by my own parents for it.

im boring

im stupid and the only reason why the only classes im good at is english, computer and art class is because I've been chronically online since like 5 years old

i rarely go outside

i was taught that going to a psychologist or therapist or in general someone who could actually help me would be a punishment, "ill send you to therapy" would develop into a threat, after showing signs of neurodivergence by stimming around my parents once my dad called me sick and said im on the same level as people who have down syndrome or a physical disability in general, and that I'd be tied up and sent to a mental hospital and spend the rest of my life being seen as insane if i ever acted like that again, my mom tried to "help" by saying that "maybe he is sick", i am now unable to actually see therapy as a good thing because i gen think ill just be seen as crazy and get sent to a mental hospital if i ever show signs of needing help

i rarely shower

i get jealous easily

my own mom tried to k1ll me at 8yo and threatened me with a knife when i was 6

my dad ALSO m0l3st3d me at 7 after he got drunk cuz hes an alcoholic (i remember i told him "dad please dont drink so much today" since it was during a party) (i was 7)

i get touched inappropriately at school and the staff wouldnt give a shit even if i told them because its just "jokes"

^^^ everyone that i trusted that includes my own EX best friend laughed when i told them about it xd

i got told multiple times during school that I'll be bred and have my face fucked

when i was 9 i cvt myself using scissors because i thought its fun, when my mom noticed since i did them on my hands she, instead of asking why or comforting me, asked if i "really have it that bad" and accused me of being in a cult and c4rv1ng "symbols" onto myself (she never gave a shit she just assumed i was the problem)

i got s3xually harassed many times by my family members, classmates, school staff, and drunk strangers

i was also gr00med online many times

ive been told that im annoying and weird ever since i was only 5 years old and everytime i see the word annoying now i tear up like a baby because im stupid (last time i got called annoying for infact being annoying i c4rv3d the word annoying onto my thigh)

im easily replaceable and have absolutely 0 friends irl

im weird

the only times when im liked is when im silent and sad instead of happy and energetic

i suck at everything

i cant draw

i cant do simple math

i cant do simple chemistry

i cant do simple physics

my own father called me embarrassing for getting a bad grade at something yesterday

me cvtting myself is the funniest joke ever when it comes to my class it seems

im too much of a coward to actually kms even though that'd be the best option

i think im fat even though im only 45 kilos

im not manly enough (im not a real boy) (i never will be)

the only safe space i ever had is the internet and the only reason why is because i can say whatever i want on it

i talk to objects irl because i dont have anyone else

im even socially anxious online

the only reason im alive still is because of trophy ii nyan 😛😛😛 my husband ❤️❤️ i lov him so mucj id do it so much earlier if it wasnt for him

[detectivehole]

diff anon how do you ghost someone as a test? 2) how do you know if someone is ghosting you or have the vampire autism? 3) if a friend talks to others often but doesn't text me for weeks or months am i being punished? it feels wrong and selfish to text them after so long bcs for the last 4-5 years only i texted them to share something and they replied, they never ever texted me themself for anything.

for the record anon i do want to state im just some guy on the internet. im going to do my best below for you, because i do think i have some advice and answers for this, but remember that

1) people treating it like a test is like using any silent treatment behavior like a test; they want you, despite being ignored, to beg for their attention. it goes hand in hand with punishing someone via ghosting, usually. it's absolutely not the most common use of ghosting

2) i don't know what "vampire autism" is. i googled it and what i'm getting is something like "an inability to enter a situation or event without invitation." in that case, you can't know. at least i don't think there's any way you could tell. that's the sorta thing someone has to tell you, right?

3) i don't think you're being punished, and it's not wrong or selfish to text them- they respond when you text, so they're not totally ghosting you, though they do seem clearly deliberately distant. it sounds like they may not be as interested in the friendship at this time, but that's not wrong or bad of them. people don't always click or like each other equally, and for as much as it can hurt that's just how it is. no one's at fault

that also doesn't mean they won't be open to friendship later- not saying it's likely or unlikely, just that it's possible y'all may connect better some other time.

i wouldn't start texting them constantly or anything, since there is a seeming uninterested in conversation, but as long as they're still speaking to mutual(?) friends i wouldn't feel bad if you want to occasionally send them something. speaking of those other friends, mutual or not, you can enlist a bit of friendly espionage here- it's totally normal, though a little vulnerable, to ask a mutual acquaintance to ask this non-communicative friend how they feel about you, and report back. assuming no one in this situation would be a total asshole or creep when they receive this information, it's perfectly ok to do. hell you can ask them yourself, if you want. direct communication is in my experience The best way to communicate- you can and have to intuit stuff when socializing, but you also have the ability to just ask direct questions when you're in the dark

[domjaehyun]

hello! this is rainonthebathroomfloor, and i wanted to share all of my notes with you!! many of them aren’t enlightened lol as i was just recording my reactions in the moment 🤍🤍

“i know what i want” this man would get me into trouble and ruin friendships holy shit i’m a weak bitch

the conversation about drugs is doing things to my heart. i love the soft vulnerability of it and the scene overall — walking outside, late at night, new to knowing one another

not him bringing up visiting his mom ohmygod i love this ahhhhh

oc asking the deli cooks if haechan is handsome. oh this shit is GOLEN i’m giggling and kicking my feet “how many of you are back there” lmao

“do that again” after oc stuck her tongue out… i want him so bad

“it’s about the reward” im too weak for this shit. wtf op your TALENT

He ignores you. “I think it’s that I want to know what it feels like to truly live.” he finishes, and you pause at that, genuinely taking in his words. “Life is too short to be scared to indulge, you know?” ~i want what he’s having lol

oh this boy is crazy. and a walking red flag that i want to lick… like a cherry lollipop

tickling oc’s hand is CRAZY

heaching SEEing oc took my breath away

He looks at you like he’s dangerously close to seeing you; you, past your barriers and caution tape; you, with all your intricacies and contradictions; and you, with all the hope and yearning and vulnerability you’ve had since your youth that you’ve been trying to convince everyone is no longer around. ~everything about these words

haechan talking about twin flames and mirror souls… and your inclusion of the lyrics. i haven’t listened to ariana’s new album that much, and i definitely missed these lyrics, but they gave me chills worked into this scene so perfectly. you created magic

i’m loving the layers to haechan. there’s all this confidence and charm and interactions that made me feel like ‘god he’s just another man being a flirt despite having a girlfriend’ but then there are moments when complete clarity is felt and their connection is just so obvious. his comfort with oc is so obvious along with the way she’s stimulating him mentally/emotionally/physically. like i get his actions with all that in mind (is that crazy to say?), and it all makes me want insight into his rs with winter. how it got started. what it gives him. what it’s missing. well, we get a picture painted of what’s missing. i’m writing this after reading part 2, and i can’t pretend i don’t want a man who’s this obsessed with me. i know that’s partially bc i do not doubt that i’ll be obsessed right back. i also have to take a moment to say how fine and sexy haechan is. i nearly collapsed beneath the weight of his energy in your fic 😩

also, i had such a fun time listening to the playlist while reading. i also ended up with justine skye’s collide playing on repeat and that made part 2 feel even more intense. music is such a source of inspiration for my own writing, and i love that it’s something you weave into your stories. it’s also a joyous and fascinating experience to see and read the art music inspires and creates. it’s like a constant pool of rebirth and i’m obsessed with that

i can’t wait for the next part!! thank you for being here and sharing incredible work with all of us 🤍 you’re a talented gem

HIIIII BELOVED I AM HERE TO ANSWER

first of all. im snorting this next. SECONDLY: here we go the rest is under a cut bc my reply got long

no your thoughts are wonderful please they mean so much to me!!!!!!! okay im gonna try and go in order so brace yourself

HE REALLY WOULD and he’d do it all in the name of love 🫶

i loooooooove getting to know you scenes but like . not conventional stuff yknow? like realistic, deeper conversations so im happy you liked that scene too!!!!!

YEAH I HAD TO HE’S A LIL MAMA’S BOY

I GIGGLED WHEN I WROTE THAT LINE i love like inserting little bits of comedy when i can :D it was also inspired by when i was at the deli and the guy at the counter told the deli cook my order then like one other guy came out and i walked by there to get a drink and . there were like 2 more guys back there and i was like this is a small ass space how many of u are there

HEHEHEHEHEHE ME TOO he’s a shameless little flirt and we love to see it

THANK YOOOOOOU i think this fic was a learning moment for me like . some risks are worth the reward and you can’t live your life scared of “what if” yknow?

I TOO WANT WHAT HE’S HAVING im microdosing on it rn but i want like. a fuckton of what he’s on

he /is/ crazy . i also want to lick him …..who said that

teehee i thought that was cute i like that you noticed :D and i’m glad it resonated with you

I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE THAT SCENE THE SCENE IN THE CAFE BC . okay tmi time but i like this guy at work. and he STARES at me sometimes like just gazes into my eyes and it’s terrifying and electrifying at the same time and i wanted to try and capture that feeling in words so your feedback makes me feel like i did a good job!!

THANK YOU HEHEHEHEHEHE i like that line too i think i want someone to look at me like that fr like . just See Me and be like . i wanna know more. (again my crush does this but there is room for doubt there. i want an unequivocally probing and fond gaze like they see me and they like what they see, no ifs ands or buts about it)

THANK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOU ugh i love the museum cafe scene it was very revealing to me abt like . their characters and stuff and that lyric quote just fit so perfectly????? i had to include it

i fully get you tbh like i started out writing the fic with no real idea of the relationship btwn him and winter and as i was writing i was like. okay but what does she fulfill for him that he’s not getting from winter like why did he switch lanes with such ease what did he SEE what did he FEEL which can be hard to capture from ….well, Not His Point Of View so i just . did my best bc MC def has the same questions so some of these get answered !!!!!!!! in some scenes it’s more in details than being said explicitly but tbh you’re such a close reader that i feel like you’ll get it when those scenes come up!!

additionally: i also want a man who’s this obsessed with me it is a dream of mine :’) i agree haechan is deeply fine and sexy i love writing him like this just like. a lovesick man

OOH i should listen to that song i def know it bc i can recall the melody and some lyrics but i really wanna . sit with the song if you think it was fitting bc i love having like a soundtrack to my fics!!!

UGH THANK YOU YOU GET IT I LOVE TO WRITE WITH MUSIC AS INSPO it just feels so right. art inspires more art!!!!!! it is most definitely a cycle of rebirth and it’s one that i personally can’t get enough of :D

THANK YOU SO MUCH GENUINELY i hope you enjoy the next part too :D this was like . actually so affirming to read it was like . i feel More Understood a bit after this message and that’s a wonderful feeling so thank you for giving that to me :’)

THANK YOU AGAIN SO SO SO MUCH i can’t put enough sos bc ………. i am truly that grateful :’) you are so welcome and people like you make it so incredibly worth it!!!!! thank you again and have a BEAUTIFUL day 💖

[ebdanon]

My husband and I's birthdays are three weeks apart so we were treating everyone to lunch for them. It was a bit of a circus but we were at a place that's like not very popular, so it was fine lmao

Anyway, just before we left, my mother in law accused me of filming her and streaming what she's doing online. I was on my phone, theorizing and connecting stuff (the one I was looking at that moment - The Albatross line about a rose by any other name was a Taymoji from I Know Places, aside from being a line from Romeo and Juliet) and I bumped my phone on the table while I was typing it out to send it to a friend. As soon as I did, I lifted up the phone to see if anything cracked because it's a glass table. I have no idea how she interpreted that as me recording her (or why the hell I would be doing that in the first place, she was just sitting watching a film) and she started screaming. The thing is, I didn't even hear her, usually when I'm theorizing, I'm also listening to the song at the same time, so I had headphones in, blasting the song at full volume. But my husband did, and started arguing with her about how she's making stuff up, and asking why I'd be doing that. When she saw that I was ignoring her (I turned off the song when I heard commotion but kept my headphones in), she switched the subject to why was the lunch scheduled today, when her husband has to go to work afterward, it should have been a different day when he's off work. But the thing is, this was the date that my in-laws agreed would work for them two weeks ago. Because we were making sure it would work for them, not everyone else. So that argument wasn't working for her either.

Then at the restaurant all she talked about was illnesses various relatives had, or funerals and funeral anniversaries (my grandma on my dad's side, the crazy one, has the same conversation topics btw) and this was a birthday lunch! Each time she opened her mouth it was a downer lmao Everyone was trying to steer the conversation in different directions but that woman is unstoppably morbid skskks We're back home now and my dad called me to ask what the hell was up with her, that's how bad she was lmao

I ignored her the whole time, didn't even look at her, I'm expecting for her to bring that up the next time she feels bored and wants to start an argument. Oh and to top it all off, everyone got us gifts, but my in-laws. My family gave us gifts for our birthdays when they happened a couple of weeks ago, and again for this lunch because they didn't want to come "empty handed". My in-laws gave me a gift on the day too, but nothing today, and my husband got nothing from them both times. On one hand, who cares, but on the other, they're his parents, you'd think they'd at least pretend to care? I know they got me a gift because they think I'm gonna tell my parents and they want to know pretend like everything is fine and dandy when that happens, but I'm not the type to even mention stuff like this. But they're both shitty for the way they treat their son and I hate it.

Anyway, enough about that, tell me your favorites off the album!!

everything i learn about your in laws makes me wanna inspect their brains with a microscope like what miserable people 😭 also not getting your son anything for his bday is a little wild even as an adult

anyway!!! im still trying to process but thank you aimee, so high school, the prophecy, and also guilty as son and but daddy i love him are bops but im trying not to think of the Muse tm

[mihai-florescu]

I could see you as Anne Boleyn honestly that's pretty fitting. I wish I could've done musicals at my high school but they always did ones I was not at all familiar with and they basically only gave the main roles to the top 2 year groups. The one time I actually auditioned for Rock of Ages I got a character that literally wasn't even mentioned in the script and that pissed me off because I literally chose drama as my one of main subject for exams so I dropped it like a week later. It didn't help my friend got a lead role and never acknowledged me the entire time on the day we got our roles announced. I didn't mean to rant but honestly I'd love to do acting and stuff more if it didn't involve the stress of not getting a role you want.

That sounds shitty, im sorry, and your friend ignoring you is ://// my school back home didnt have extracurriculars and when i moved to the US...well...they also didnt have much. Just sports (and i have stories about that too...) and they were trying really hard to revive the theatre program but.......the school had less than 80 students. In rural midwest. No one was interested in theatre... it was baaad. But the fact that they chose the tumblr popular musical bmc... i cannot stress how funny it was but i dont want to doxx too much about the school. All im gonna say is they had tried deh the year prior but didnt have the proper rights to perform it💀 weird ass unreal time in my life, i refused to believe it was real at the time and looking back i still think i was in a bizarre truman show situation or perhaps a social experiment i failed. The school's name was also incredibly funny in this context but youre just gonna have to imagine it.

Anyway. So i cant say i have actual drama experience either. I cant stress how many things ive done in life just because i thought theyd be funny, but also because funny situations show themselves to me. Or i do things out of spite. I dont even think i can sing, personally. But thats not something you can say after you told everyone you performed for the president of your country earlier that year (which was true, there are still photos of us together. I could write a novel about that day because so much happened. But i also dont know how i got there. At all times i could turn to an imaginary camera, record freeze, and say "you're probably wondering how i got here" because honestly i was wondering too).

What im trying to say is highschool is fun because literally nothing matters so you can do anything, even with a small role or bad card youve been dealt im sure you can always steal the show👍if you ever decide to take drama class again^_^

[f4y3w00d5]

Lovely, and ive got a lil more to add.

-if youre in highschool and the school provides you with a device, thats great. My parents always have a specific tracking\security app attached to all my devices that tracks EVERYTHING i do and everything i download, and sends my parents notifs if i do, but if its from school, even if its untrue you can claim that the school dont want any security like that, and itll be more believable if you suggest another (but be careful if they ban stuff, ive fucked up a few times. thankfully Mother doesnt know how to use this one too well, and doesnt check it often, but it means if im not on home internet and i avoid blocked sites, she doesnt so much as know im on my laptop)

-DEFINITELY do not get comfortable, even using incognito. A few years back, i used a different social media platform, obscure. I got comfortable and when my Mother walked in, switched too slow. it ended up banned on all devices, and i lost incognito on my google account.

-make MULTIPLE alt emails, use one to make a gmail account. Fake names that cant be traced back to you. 'Faye Woods' is mine, Woods i took from creepypastas, created it in grade 6. not sure where Faye came from, but there are no similarities

-if your parents check your phone, randomly or at designated spots, only have the designated stuff on there. Tell everyone you text not to text about stuff youre not supposed to, or anything that might make your parents suspicious. (my friends have fucked up a few times, shit about sex, swearing, social media)

-You get to see a therapist? Do not tell them a thing about anything that could get you in trouble, at least until you know for sure that they wont tell. A year or two ago, i mentioned online friends and discord to a new psychologist. They told my mother. The school psychologist understood that itd be hell if my parents found out, and when they called her to check it, together we convinced my Mother i had checked it out once cos my friends were pressuring me. she thankfully believed it, but ive lost access to discord now.

-if your parents are light sleepers and your room is near theres, dont use then to go and sneak food or money or anything. What you do is wait until theyre out of the house, downstairs or work so that you dont wake them. if you can try and get home from school before them, thats a good opportunity too

-if theres a pet, make sure theyre used to you wandering around so that they dont alert your parents

-find someone who your parents like and try and have sleepovers with them as often as your parents will let you. you'll get fed, youll be safe for a little while.

-if your parents tell you to not tell anyone, dont tell anyone until theres enough to be able to get you away until youre an adult. I told cps about a series of stuff, cos thats what kidshelpline said. they came to my place and my parents convinced them everything was fine, and it got worse.

-think about everything they do critically. Threats are not okay. find a place to record them. Ignore your parents if they say that its fine and normal. they touch you in ways youre uncomfortable with? record it. Thats not okay either. Insults arent good either. Telling a neurodivergent, queer, or any type of kid that you wish they could be normal? bad. anything that hurts physically or mentally, record it. if you grew up with something, it doesnt make it okay. it makes it harder to recognise whats wrong, though. so record everything that hurts you, it may not be abuse, but it also might be, and its better to have it all recorded. I use a book and i pass it off as notes for school

-Flattery!!! do what they want as much as often to the best of your abilities, itll make them more lax. you fuck up after being REALLY good? well, itll still suck but it might be not quite as bad. and try and make up for it. try to avoid breakdowns until late at night and keep them quiet. I know whenever i cry my father is like 'OH SHUT UP ILL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT'. hes scary when hes angry. worse so since he tried to strangle me. if you cry when they dont see, its safer.

-get enough sleep. it makes it easier. ive gotten yelled at for not wanting to talk after pulling an all nighter. try and spend 'family' time with them, if they want. my parents like to pretend theyre good parents, and so they sometimes do family days (once directly after i was screamed at until i was sobbing and hyperventilitating and then trying to walk until i passed out)

-do avoid hurting yourself, starving yourself, any of that stuff. pain will make it harder to do what they want, and thatll prolly make it harder for you.

-try and go on walks whenever they get SUPER angry. like, at least an hour. Give them time to calm down.

-if you have siblings, back up their lies. theyll do the same with you, hopefully. look after them and theyll look after you

Thats all i can think of for now, i hope this helps

hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak

[rntdry7896]

I hate being the supporting character

Honestly i have a very limited social life, idk but this on "Best friend" is always acting like my superior and i hatebit, i really have enough of it lately. I was brought up as a supporting character to my older sibling and now it feels just like im being treated like that again by the bff.

I hate it truly but while it was easier to break free from my oldest sibling its way harder to break it off with this bff because we have a business together. My anger is just that theyre really lazy... we do stuff relating to socmed and like need to post every so often but she always goes and prioritize herself l. "I dont feel well" postpone her work (she handle the posting) and the also goes" oh and also i dont like your edit its ugly", but ofc she wont do it herself, i always confirmed before posting like ok do you want to look it over and edit them and she goes "oh no haha im to lazy just post ittt" and then goes omg how can you choose that and that its so bad , hand the files over now (and its like midnight here) ok i say that due to the processing i need to got to my pc to send the files and im already going to bed, but she just sigh an goes "uugh oh well i just dont like it ok ill edit it on my own later". "But give me your editable files i dont want to look through the raws".

Mind you i already send her over all the raw material for a month ago but due to her health and vacation and such she kept postponing it. I actually need the posts up soon now as it relates to our income, but ofc she wont see it as urgent because she got money from her SO. So i kept trying to remind her like once a week to do the stuff and she kept having excuses. I really dont like fighting so i always let it go... but this has especially triggered me lately because it happens way more often and she just want to kept her share of money without working on our business... she reduces her workload to the bare minimum and just let me handle everything else... she also wasted my money alot for initiating projects she wont finish like i spent quite a sum on raw materials and its been like 2 month she just wont work on her part, we decided before already i do the base and she continues, and we sell them, i used my own money for the base and she just wont continuee it saying like she got other things to do and is busy, (honestly i know housekeeping is tough but she while sayaing busy and ignored this deadline goes and record her dancing and tiktok and have the audacity to say omg i just did some intense danceee) and when i say ok... good for you you nailed that how about the deadline and its radio silence for 3 hour

Im so stressed because we build this brand together and i am not as popular as her online (she got the influencer life and personality, people love her) and i really cannot ... i dont know what can i do if we break it off. Most friend dont even know i work on the brand they just assume shes the sole owner... and of course she doesnt go and say i worked on the stuff just subtly saying "oh ask X for that ok" while if she really does want to give me credit she can say "i dont work on that itss all X go ask them!" But no... she enver gives proper credit.. its always hidden behind wall of text or dissappearing stories 24hr limit....

Sorry for the jumbled mess i just need to type stuff out... im really stressed and i cant get to sleep because of how shes wrecking my life like i dont even know if its intentional... i hate it so much

[haedgaf]

Its okay i just spend all my money on black friday.... saving starts after dec 25 trustt! THE FIRST TIME I WENT i literally only brought my lightstick and a bag that couldnt even fit my phone and kept like JUMPING RIGHT??? but literally no one moved and they all looked at me nasty when i was having fun like can yall MOVE omg and theyd only move if a member got close to them or smt.. then i was talking abt it in a groupchat after and someone gave me bs abt "maybe theyr uncofmy with that" then dont buy fuckass barricade are you dumb??? omg sorry it ^pissed me off so much they camped for 3 days just to not move ANYTHING?? and haechan would notice you lit or not so dont worry haedgaf

U NEED to listen to the new album pls haedgaf i literally died listening choo choo thats my song next to nasa... wish is so talented fucking hewlll AND THE SEASON GREETINGS.. fight club was okay i feel like but the nct dream also pissed me off dont even mention that one lad like why is it so PLAIN u literally showed u can do better....? i miss candy era so much fucking hell i bought 2 pcs from there and ,ever got it... FUCK SM!! i better get an interaction after 500.. hope nctzens can vibe this time instead of acting like weird sasaengs like tds3 LITERALLYY RENJUN IS SO PERFECT his speech at tds3 from yesterday i literally bawled i cant handle it im so glad he got atleast a therapid im glad he is doing better... like i hate the fact that everyone preaches about 'lets worry about idols mental health' till one actually takes care of it??? are you slow??

I DID NOT SEE THEM BREAKING INTO THEIR HOTELS WHAT ARE U TALKING ABOUT BROO this starting to piss me off can he start carrying a weapon or something like... these bodyguards week ass fuck cant even handle these tiny ass people and seeing jisung x sion will ilterally kill me u dont know and im going to america cus for transfer student stuff lets hope mark sees me and we are at a record shop and we fall in love yes omg... ALSO i didnt know u were muslim omg???? and second i didnt know u were lqfiles .... and confession of the day i almost cried watching family guy today

PERIOD SIS i hope you got amazing items with that sale (tho black friday doesn’t hit like it used to… where is the 90% DISCOUNT… society is #fucked) BUT HSJDHSJ WHY ARE THEY TRYING TO PUT IN ON YOU OMG??? if anything THEY are the weird ones like i hate how concerts have solely become a way of getting interactions, no one wants to VIBE anymore these days.. treating you like you’re a caveman dpmo GO HOME if you’re not gotta get lit @ everyone 😑😒 i’d be pissed too and i just know they smelled funky wdym CAMPED?! don’t let them ruin this concert for you VEAT RHE SASSAENFS!!!

I LISTENED AAACKKK i wrote down my first listen to some of the songs (ignore me mistaking ryo’s bridge part for yushi) ⬇️ anyways YOU KNOW ITTTT choo choo is definitely my fave song on there it reminds me a lot of chain by 127 LIKE WE IZ MOVINGFF my top 3 would definitely be choo choo nasa and hands up/touchdown rn tho but all songs were enjoyable oh wish you’re too goat..

dream’s creative director fell off so bad bruh where are all the GAGS we used to get hits like candy lunch box, litch the whole istj concept is the best thing ever if i ever buy an album it will definitely be that one 😣 HDKDHSJDJSJ THEY DONE SCAMMED YOU OMG IM SORRY TO HEAR THAT but this is also killing me 😭😭 girl fuck SM ALWAYS.

i didn’t see his speech but i heard he thanked his therapist? he is so adorable they could never make me hate you renjun and i rather have him be healthy with more weight than they’re used to, than him being depressed and struggling like no thank you. you’re perfect renjunnie 🥺 apparently wish has been the subject of these crazy fans for a while now like what the actual hell is SM doing bro 😭 they fr dgaf about their artists it’s crazyyy come here wish i’ll protect you.. the sion jisung meal would be so fecking good bruh lets eat bismillah 🤤🤫

IM ROOTING FOR THIS FANFICTION MOMENT WAIT when you two bump into each other and he drops his stuff and you two both help him pick it up and he is like “thank you… i’m sorry” and that’s the start of your 70k slowburn forbidden romance story with angst and pining LETS GO 🔥🔥🔥 no but fr enjoy the concert and stay safe 🫂

i am IN FACT muslim AND lqfiles masha’allah :3 hdjdhsjdh ngl i thought you knew i was lqfiles because i had mentioned it once before (though i like to keep this account a secret… which is why i don’t mention it on that account aside from one time) and that you came from there lol 😭😭 ANWAYS ARE YOU MUSLIM TOO BY ANY CHANCE…. AND HELPPP what episode was it?? i haven’t watched family guy in so long but i saw a youtube short yesterday that was funny AF but i can’t imagine any scenario where family guy would make some cry 😭😭 you might be the first

hope you’re doing well anon ❤️