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werewolffeelings · 9 months ago

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accidentally started a crazy exgirlfriend rewatch and now I'm thinking about your wip.... might you, perchance, have anything to share 🥺🙏

cheeryos ily!!! 🥺🥺 god i need to do a rewatch too. also thank you for asking, I've been looking for an excuse to post the beginning of this fic lmao. and by the beginning, I mean nearly the whole first chapter uhhh........... enjoy? 💖

When Ronan Lynch was sixteen years old, his family rented a vacation house in Cape Cod. Surly teenager that he was, Ronan wanted nothing less than to be in the heat and the sun and to share a room with his older brother Declan. He spent the first couple of days melting under various umbrellas and eating his body weight in popsicles in an effort to stay cool.

The house next to them was considerably larger and more ostentatious, and it had been empty, at first. Then a family took up residence. Even from down the beach, Ronan could tell they were the kind of stuffy rich that Ronan had no interest in.

Until Gansey.

Gansey was beautiful and sweet, intelligent and really fucking weird. He believed in truth above all else and he thought magic was real. He took to Ronan so quickly that Ronan could hardly remember what had been the catalyst to their friendship. It felt instantaneous. Inevitable.

When they finally kissed, it was all fire and explosions—the fucking Fourth of July in Ronan’s stomach and his heart.

Gansey was Ronan’s first. His first kiss, his first time, his first love.

They spent nearly two weeks together. And then Gansey left. He was always going to leave, of course. Gansey had a life in DC and Ronan’s family lived on a farm in upstate New York, and they were only ever going to be temporary. A summer fling.

But Ronan thought he would have more time. They should have had two more days together. Instead, he woke one morning to find the Ganseys’ summer home vacated, luxury SUV gone from the circular driveway, Gansey nowhere to be found. He hadn’t even said goodbye.

***

In the townhouse he shared with his brothers, Ronan was doing his level best to sink into the uncomfortable and austere living room couch. The townhouse was entirely to Declan’s taste, which meant that it was not at all to Ronan’s taste, which meant that Ronan vehemently hated every square inch of it. Its bland, boring walls and its bland, boring furniture, and its bland, boring artwork.

With his eyes shut and blood-pumping EDM blaring through his headphones, he could almost drown out that expansive hatred. Almost.

Someone pulled the headphones off his ears and around his neck. He turned his head to make sure it wasn’t Matthew before he snapped at them. Sure enough, it was Declan. He was wearing a bland, boring suit, had his curls styled back in a bland, boring fashion and he was holding a stack of bland, boring mail.

Ronan opened his mouth to shout something involving a compound fuck-word based swear, but the shout came out wordless because Declan threw the topmost piece of mail directly into Ronan’s face. Its corner jabbed him in the nose with surprising force. The envelope was heavy with sheets and sheets of paper inside.

He batted the envelope away and said, “Jesus shitting fuck, assface, what’s your fucking problem?”

Declan’s eyebrow raised, pointedly. He said, “Open it. It’s from BU.”

Ronan’s heart dropped into his stomach. He shut his eyes. He crumpled the envelope in his fist.

Declan said, “Come on, Ronan, don’t you want to see if you got in?”

“No.”

He stood up from the couch and went upstairs to his room. He shut the door behind him and sat on the edge of his bed. He uncurled his fist.

The curtain was shut, so it was dark, but unfortunately not dark enough that he couldn’t see the envelope addressed to him and stamped with Boston University’s seal.

He ripped it open. Dear Mr. Lynch, it began. Congratulations—

Ronan's vision swam. He dropped the envelope to the floor. He didn’t know how long he sat there, with stomach acid still eating his insides away, bit by bit.

He couldn’t breathe. He needed—air, or something. Anything.

He was in the foyer with feet jammed into untied boots and leather jacket over his shoulders before he’d even registered the desire as more than an abstract. Declan was saying something. Matthew was saying something else. He slammed the door as if the sound would slam him back into his own body, but it didn’t.

He walked, and walked, unseeing, until he came to the park a few blocks away from Declan’s townhouse. The air always felt clearer there, although Ronan knew it wasn’t. It was the same polluted city air that was all over Boston, but here it was filtered through trees just starting to sprout leaves and lush, green grass, and the closest approximation of wilderness available in a place like this. He dragged in lungful after lungful of it. It smelled of spring-fresh foliage in the rain, and only then did Ronan realize it was raining—dripping down his face and soaking through his clothes.

When he came to the little bridge that crossed over a stream, Ronan stopped, and he stood there, staring at ripples in the water, for a long time.

It was good that he’d gotten in, wasn’t it? That was why he’d applied, after all.

No, it wasn’t. Declan was why he’d applied. He’d finally worn Ronan down, after one too many years of listlessness, and school was at least something to do. Something to occupy the endless hours of the day.

But now it was real. He’d been accepted, and he would have to sit for lectures, trapped in classrooms, condemned to a life of homework and tests and pointless assignments, and for what? A degree that he didn’t want. A job that he didn’t want. A future that he didn’t want.

He couldn’t do this again.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ronan saw someone walking toward him with an obnoxiously purple umbrella and an obnoxiously turquoise polo shirt. He looked back to the river, but something tickled at the back of his mind. He looked back at the stranger and he took in their face.

And it wasn’t a stranger, after all.

Everything in Ronan lit up with recognition, inundated with memories—wet sand between his toes and surf lapping at his thighs. Summer warm hands on his waist. Kisses that tasted like mango gelato.

Breathless, Ronan said, “Gansey?”

The stranger looked up. Ronan met a pair of hazel eyes, bright and curious behind gold, wire-framed glasses. He smiled a big, dimpled smile and said, “Ronan? My God, is that you?”

“Yeah. Fuck.”

Gansey jogged the last few steps to meet Ronan on the bridge, and he wrapped his arms around him—one looped around his ribs and the other stretched up to curl over his shoulders. Ronan had to lean down to return the hug. He pressed his face into Gansey’s shiny, windswept hair. Gansey smelled like fresh mint and he laughed delightedly into Ronan’s ear.

Ronan’s heart was going to explode.

Gansey pulled from the embrace but kept his hand on Ronan’s arm, umbrella lifted up high so Ronan could fit under it with him. He said, “Wow. It’s really you. It’s been so long.”

“Yeah.” Ronan knew he should say something else, but his mind was wiped clean—empty but for every memory he possessed of a single summer nearly ten years ago. And Gansey, glowing and radiant in front of him—the sun shining through dreary, gray clouds.

Gansey smacked Ronan’s arm gently and dropped his hand. “What have you been up to? I didn’t know you lived in Boston!”

“Yeah. Uh, not much,” Ronan said. He needed to divert the conversation away from him so Gansey didn’t find out what a loser he was. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m just in town for a moment moving the rest of the stuff from my apartment.”

Ronan’s spirits sank nearly as soon as they’d lifted. “You’re moving?”

“Yes! Back to Virginia. Henrietta to be exact. It’s a lovely town. I’ve been living there for a couple of months, I was just waiting for someone to close on my old house so I could make the full leap.”

“Oh. What’s in Virginia?”

“A position opened up at a law firm where a friend of mine works, and he put in a good word for me! I’m rather excited. It’s so nice to be around like-minded people. People who really want to make a difference. And you should see it, Ronan. It’s so beautiful. It’s been so long since I’ve been surrounded by nature’s majesty like that.”

“Yeah, that sounds. Nice.”

“It does indeed! But I do wish we’d run into each other earlier, Ronan. We could have grabbed a drink, caught up properly.”

“We could get one now,” Ronan pleaded.

Gansey’s face fell, like maybe he didn’t want to reject him, but Ronan could see it coming anyway. He said, “I'm afraid I don’t have time, at the moment. My sister Helen is waiting for me to return. You remember Helen, don’t you? She’s helping me move. Well, directing the movers. We really need to get on the road soon. Work in the morning, you understand.”

Ronan did not understand, but he said, “Yeah. Sure.”

Gansey thumbed at his bottom lip. It was only for a second, but it was enough to make Ronan’s stomach flip over. He longed for the taste of mango gelato. Just one more time.

Gansey reached into the pocket of his chinos and fiddled with his phone for a moment before handing it to Ronan. “Listen, give me your number. If you’re ever in Virginia, please let me know. I’d love to see you again. I mean it. We’ll get that drink.”

Ronan nodded, certain he was betraying his eagerness, but he didn’t care. “Okay.” He put his number in and sent himself a text.

Gansey smiled. “We have so much to catch up on.”

And then Gansey’s phone started blaring a generic ringtone. They startled away from each other. “I’m sorry,” Gansey said. “I should get this.” He raised one finger in the air to signal that Ronan should wait, and put the phone to his ear. “Hello Helen.” Gansey shut his eyes. “Yes, I’m on my way back.” He paused while Helen pattered on and on. “I got caught up with an old friend. I’ll be there soon. Not more than a few minutes. All right. I said all right. Bye.”

Gansey hung up and heaved a great sigh. “Sorry about that. I really should go.”

Ronan's throat was tight so he cleared it and said, “It’s fine. Go. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

A sad, private smile lit up his face. “I hope so. Well.” He reached out a hand like he was going for a handshake, but changed his mind at the last moment and pulled Ronan in for another hug.

He let himself sink into his warmth and the soft, solid planes of his body. He couldn’t bring himself to let go, but Gansey could.

Just like old times.

“Goodbye, Ronan,” he said, and then he was gone, and it was as if it had never happened at all.

The entire interaction couldn’t have lasted for longer than a couple of minutes. It shouldn’t have impacted Ronan’s life at all, but something had shifted inside of him. Like Gansey had cracked open a door and some dusty corner of his heart had been exposed to fresh air and morning light for the first time in years.

He drifted back to the apartment in a haze, floating on the high of Gansey’s touch, replaying his words over and over.

I’d love to see you again.

I mean it.

We have so much to catch up on.

And then—Henrietta.

Henrietta.

The first thing Ronan did when he got back to the townhouse was fend off another interrogation from Declan. When he got back to his room, there was no crumpled letter lying discarded on top of piles of dirty clothes. Declan must have taken it, which meant he’d been in his room, which meant Ronan would have to murder him later.

The second thing he did was boot up his laptop. It took him several minutes to figure out his Goddamn Facebook password, and when he managed to log in, he searched for Richard Campbell Gansey III. He sent a friend request, and waited for a solid minute and a half for a follow back.

When none came, he Googled Henrietta, Virginia. It was a quaint, bustling little town sprinkled with old buildings and Victorian houses, nestled in the lush valley between the Blue Ridge mountains. He could see why it appealed to someone like Gansey, who, despite his image, had always come alive surrounded by nature and beautiful old things.

A notification popped up. Ronan swore at it, until he realized that Gansey had accepted his friend request. A surge flooded Ronan’s whole body. He clicked on the tab so eagerly he closed it by accident and then had to reload it.

He looked at Gansey’s profile. He went through every photo and absorbed every scrap of information he could get his hands on. He knew where Gansey worked, knew who his friends were, knew how and where he spent his free time. The most important bit of information, though, was his relationship status—single.

I’d love to see you again.

I mean it.

Gansey had Instagram, too, but the problem was that Ronan didn’t. He couldn’t create a new, empty account for himself, and then follow Gansey immediately. That would look too desperate. So he created a fake one and hoped Gansey wasn’t the type of guy to reject followers he didn’t actually know.

Fortunately for Ronan, Gansey seemed to be something of an influencer for fucking nerds, and he had a few thousand followers. Ronan was just one of the masses, eager to see more of the man posed on a mountain cliff like an intrepid explorer, or a king looking over his sprawling kingdom. It was possible that some of them were genuinely into Welsh history, but Ronan was willing to bet not many.

Then Ronan found himself on Zillow, looking into Henrietta, Virginia’s real estate. Declan might have been proud, if it was for any reason other than this.

***

Incense permeated the air. Holy water was still wet on Ronan’s fingertips. The cushioned wood of the kneeler creaked under his weight. He opened his eyes.

The church was empty and cavernous. Dust motes floated in a haze of kaleidoscopic colored light. Stained glass stretched towards the ceiling and slipped across every surface.

Every pillar was a tree trunk. Vines crept up the walls. Flowers sprouted up between cracks in the marble floor. An archway stood where the altar should have been, made of twisting branches and leaves.

Ronan walked through it, into the forest beyond. It was wild and dense with oak trees—nothing at all like the park by Declan’s apartment. He wandered down the narrow footpath until the ground was taken over by twisting stems covered in thorns. Ronan followed their path with his eyes, up and up, to a throne made out of perfect red roses in full bloom. Sitting on the throne, golden crown on his head, was Gansey.

Even in wire-framed glasses and a turquoise polo shirt, he belonged there—the just ruler of this forest. Of the whole world.

Ronan climbed up the clusters of rose stems. Thorns cut into his palms, over and over, until blood was dripping down his wrists—a distantly familiar feeling.

Gansey looked at him only when he’d nearly reached the throne. He held out his hand, adorned by a golden claddagh ring with a glittering ruby at the center. Ronan took Gansey’s hand in his and touched his lips to the ring.

“Ronan,” Gansey said, amiably. “Get over here.”

In the space of a blink, Ronan was at his side, standing next to the throne, overlooking his kingdom. Henrietta, Virginia. It was the aerial view he’d seen on Google images.

An inexplicable sense of rightness washed over him—belonging. Purpose.

Gansey said, “What do you know about Welsh kings?”

***

Ronan woke up.

He got out of bed and packed all his clothes and his favorite things into three suitcases. He managed to sneak them all into his car without anyone noticing until the very last one.

With a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, he passed by his brothers at the kitchen table on his way to rummage through the fridge. Declan was sipping a latte and Matthew was shoveling a whole piece of burnt toast into his mouth.

Declan said, ”Ronan, what the hell are you doing?”

Ronan said, “Why don’t we have anything to eat?” He slammed the fridge door.

“Ronan.”

Ronan slid his own piece of toast into the toaster and turned it on. Dismissively, he said, “I’m moving to Virginia.”

Declan stood up. “You’re what?”

Matthew said, “What’s in Virginia?”

“Trees and shit, I think.”

Declan said, “What the fuck, Ronan? You’re not moving, you’re starting school in the fall.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Man that shit didn’t work on me when I was a teenager, what makes you think it will now? I already have the trust, there’s nothing for you to hold over my head anymore. I’m a fucking adult—“ Declan interrupted him with a sharp bark of a laugh. “And if I want to move to Virginia, you can’t stop me.”

Declan pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes in disappointment or frustration or hatred. “What is wrong with you? I thought you wanted to go back to school.”

Ronan snorted humorlessly. “Please.”

His toast popped, and he slathered it with butter.

“What are you going to do in Virginia? Do you even have a plan?”

With his mouth full of toast, he said, “Nope.”

Declan stood in the doorway of the townhouse with his arms crossed over his chest. Ronan tossed the duffel bag into the backseat of the BMW.

Hovering on the sidewalk, Matthew said, “You’re really leaving?”

His face was frozen in a childlike pout. Why Matthew cared so much was a little beyond Ronan. Matthew would realize in a few days—how much more peaceful and pleasant his life was without him there.

“Yeah,” Ronan said. “You can come visit when I’ve got a place.”

Matthew pulled him into a tight hug. It hit Ronan, then, how much he would miss him. How he was the only person on earth who could stand him. And how it was likely that Gansey wouldn’t be able to stand him, either, once he’d seen the person Ronan had become.

***

Ronan spent the first night in a hotel, and the following day touring rental properties. The first was a freshly remodeled bungalow with an open floor plan and shiny, new appliances. The second was a shabby, 30-year-old two-story several minutes from town, where every surface was the same shade of greige.

The third rental was a shithole fixer-upper row house four blocks from Henrietta’s sad excuse for a downtown. The wood hadn’t been painted with a fresh coat of blue in years and was starting to rot. The backyard was a fenced-in plot of dirt and crabgrass with one scrawny tree trapped in the far corner.

Ronan signed a month-to-month lease for way more than the place was worth.

When Ronan finished moving in (throwing his suitcases on the floor of the living room), he went for a walk around the neighborhood. The downtown area was all old buildings and quaint little shops.

When he looped back around to the row house, he noticed a bar partially obscured by the flowers and plants crawling all over the brick facing. The sign read Nino’s, and he recognized the name from posts tagged on Gansey’s Facebook and Instagram alike. Gansey hung out here—it was one of his usual haunts, and so Ronan shoved the door open and went inside.

It was 3pm on a Monday, and Ronan knew that Gansey was unlikely to be at a dive bar, but a wave of disappointment hit him, anyway, when he wasn’t.

Ronan took a seat at the bar. The bartender approached him. Her dark skin was very tattooed and very pierced and she looked entirely too city to be in this town.

This was confirmed when she said, in a British accent, “What’ll you be having, mate?”

“Beer, whatever’s on tap.” He’d missed lunch, so he added, “And you got anything to eat in this dump?”

The bartender laughed. “That very much depends on your definition of edible.” She slammed a laminated menu onto the bartop in front of him. He liked her, immediately.

Ronan glanced at the menu, and when the bartender came back with his beer, he could’ve sworn she was wearing a different outfit—something lacy and orange—but he chalked it up to not paying very much attention to women’s clothing. She said, “What’re you having, hotshot?” and it was just flirty enough that Ronan changed his mind. He didn’t like her at all.

He ordered a burger, medium rare, and took in the ambiance. The dark, old wood had grime sticking to it like a second skin, every surface comfortable and worn, barely lit by dim, old-fashioned stained-glass hanging lamps. The place really was a shithole, but like the row house, Ronan basked in it. He always felt more comfortable in shitholes.

When Ronan glanced back towards the bar, there were two identical bartenders. One was in leather, the other in orange lace. Ronan blinked, and another one emerged from the kitchen, tossed a plate in front of Ronan, slipped her apron over her head and left out the front door.

Bewildered, Ronan said, “Why are there so fucking many of you?”

The pair in front of him grinned the same blinding, toothy grin and said, in unison, “Identical sextuplets.”

Ronan popped a French fry in his mouth, and with it still full, said, “There are six of you? And you just decided to work at the same place, to what? Confuse the shit out of people?”

The one in orange said, “Pretty much, yeah.”

The one in leather said, “What’s the point of being an identical sextuplet if not to fuck with people?”

“You’ve got a point,” Ronan conceded.

Some deranged part of him was charmed by this place and this weird fucking chick and her gang of clones. Ronan’s trust covered the house, but he could use some extra cash. More than that, he needed a way to spend his time, he had experience, and most importantly, it would be a built-in excuse to see Gansey.

“Hey, I know you’ve got this whole family business or whatever-the-fuck going on here, but are you hiring?”

“Actually, yes,” the leather one said. “Only three of us work here, and Brooklyn wants to quit. You got experience?”

“Yep.”

The orange one said, “You some kind of serial murderer? A mafioso goon?”

“If I was in the mafia, what the fuck would I want to work here for?”

“No offense meant, mate, you’ve just got that kind of face. And you don’t seem like a local.”

“Neither do you.”

“Touché.”

“I’m not local, I just moved here and I could use a job, are you hiring or not?”

The leather one grinned and said, “All right, fuck it, you’re hired.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah. You ready to start now?”

“What the fuck, I’m eating.” Ronan gestured to his plate.

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “We’ll have to do a background check and all that shit. And the owner will want to meet you. Bring your shit tomorrow and we’ll get you sorted. I have somewhere to be on Friday and I need someone to cover my shift. What’s your name, guy who is definitely not a mafioso goon?”

“Ronan.”

She held out her hand and Ronan shook it. “Hennessy.”

***

Ronan started work on Wednesday. He knew what he was doing, so training was pretty minimal, and the owner didn’t seem particularly hung up on the paperwork side of shit.

He was cleaning up a spill when the front door opened. He glanced at it, only to find another rando instead of a familiar face.

“Are you looking for somebody?”

Ronan jumped, undignified, and bared his teeth at Hennessy. She was hovering over his shoulder with an insufferable smirk on her purple lips.

He said, “Who the hell would I be looking for? I just moved here, remember?”

“Then why are your eyes drawn to the door whenever it opens if you’re not looking for somebody?” Ronan glared in a way that made lesser people back down immediately. She said, “Exactly. Now who is it? Some other goon who you owe money to? Your dealer? Or an ex-lover, perhaps?

Ronan’s jaw clenched. “Shut the hell up.”

“Oh, really?” She grinned. “I didn’t take you for a lover, more of a fighter. You’ve got layers, I see.”

Apparently God was listening to Ronan’s prayers, for once, because they were both flagged to opposite sides of the bar before Hennessy could continue sticking her septum-pierced nose where it didn’t belong.

There was a man sitting at the bar, all but batting his pretty eyes at Ronan. He ignored him for as long as he could, and then sucked it up and stepped in front of him.

The guy was good-looking in an abrupt, startling way. He had an interesting face—gaunt, sunken-eyed, but elegant. Ronan’s heart flip-flopped. His hands tightened into fists until his nails bit into his palms.

The guy tilted his head and gave Ronan a clear once-over. He said, “You’re new.”

Ronan rolled his eyes. “Yep.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around town before.”

“Just moved here.”

The guy leaned his elbows on the bartop. He had the sleeves of his slick, corporate button-down rolled to show tanned forearms, sinewy with muscle. “From where?”

“Boston.”

“Oh, I went to school in Cambridge.”

Fuck. It was even worse than he thought. The pretty-boy was a Harvard douche. Ronan growled, “Did you want something, or?”

Ronan only noticed the smile in the guy’s eyes when it vanished. His voice was cool when he said, “Gin and tonic.”

Ronan made him a gin and tonic. He handed it to him, and the guy’s long, knobby fingers wrapped around the glass. He said, “Thanks.”

The door opened again, and helplessly, Ronan looked. It was just a small group of twenty-something girls. Ronan sighed in disappointment for maybe the thirtieth time of the evening.

“Who are you looking for?”

Ronan stilled. How did he keep giving himself away? And more importantly, why was everyone in this bar incapable of minding their fucking business? He turned back to the guy and snapped, “What?”

“You keep looking at the door. You expecting someone?”

“Friend of mine."

“Well, I hope you find them.” The guy held up his glass in a little salute. “I think mine stood me up.”

“Can’t imagine why.”

The guy’s blue eyes narrowed, his pink mouth parted in offense. “You’re awfully rude for a customer service professional, you know.”

Ronan had to work to subdue a grin before it took over his face. “I know.”

As he was making a tequila sunrise for some sweater-wearing local, Hennessy inserted herself into his personal space and stage whispered in his ear, “Is that him?”

“Is who him?”

“Your loverboy. Over there.”

She pointed to the pretty Harvard douche. Ronan scoffed. “No.”

“You’re staring.”

Ronan’s face was very hot. It was so easy to overheat crammed in a bar with a couple dozen people. He said, “No, I’m not.”

He wasn’t. And he wasn’t listening, either, to the guy's phone conversation. Not until he said, “It’s all right, Gansey. See you tomorrow. Have a good night.”

Ronan’s heart kicked into double time. He barely waited for the guy to hang up before he interrupted, “Did you say Gansey? You know Gansey?”

The guy narrowed his eyes at Ronan. “He’s my best friend. You know Gansey?”

He put a lot of emphasis on the you, making the question skeptical and a little accusatory. As if someone like Ronan couldn’t possibly know someone like Gansey. And maybe he had a point, but he didn’t need to be such a dick about it.

Ronan said, “Yeah, I know Gansey.”

“That’s weird. I thought you said you just moved here.”

“I did.” He sighed, annoyed at having to explain himself. “We knew each other when we were kids. I ran into him last week.”

“Last week. In Boston?”

“Yep.”

“And now you’re here?”

Fuck. “Yep.”

Adam traced his fingertip in the condensation his glass was leaving on the bartop. “Why did you move here, again?

Ronan grit his teeth. “Felt like it.”

“What are you, some kind of stalker?”

Ronan hadn’t actually considered what other people would think about him moving halfway down the east coast for a guy, but he'd been an idiot not to. What else would it look like, to someone who didn’t know? He said, “No, I’m not a fucking stalker. Just seemed like a nice place, that’s all.”

“So you moved here? Here?”

“You live here.”

“Yeah, but I—“

“What? Your reasons were so much better than mine? What was it? Your shitty job moved you out here?”

“Something like that.”

Ronan sneered, “Cryptic.”

“Does Gansey know? That you’re here? He hasn’t mentioned you.”

“No, I haven’t told him yet.”

“Why not?”

“I’m—“ Ronan tore the rag from his shoulder and slapped it on the counter to start clearing some of the condensation away. So he could avoid the piercing eyes of this pretty stranger. “I’m working my way up to it, fuck off.”

“Oh,” the guy said, deflating.

“What.”

“You like him.” The guy huffed a humorless laugh. “Figures.”

“Look man, it’s none of your fucking business.”

“I think it is, actually. What was your name again?”

Ronan wanted to not tell him, to be contrary, to buy himself some time, but it would be easy enough to find out. And if this guy really was Gansey’s best friend, he imagined they would be seeing more of each other, anyway. He said, “Ronan Lynch.”

“Ronan Lynch,” he said, thoughtfully. “I know that name.”

“Do you?”

“You’re his ex, aren’t you?”

“I guess,” Ronan said, irritably.

Adam ran a hand through his burnished gold hair. “All right. At least I know you’re probably not here to murder him. It’s almost sweet,” he said, in a way that implied he didn’t much care for sweet things. He took a sip of his drink. “Still creepy though.”

Creepy? Ronan leaned closer than he’d dated up until now, hands on the bar and face close. “Don’t fucking tell him.” The guy didn’t retreat. He just stared, unimpressed, so Ronan added, “Please.”

The guy closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “I won’t. For now. But he’s going to know as soon as he sees you. You’re not exactly being subtle. And I reserve the right to tell him if I think you’re being extra creepy.”

“Fine.”

“Oh, and you should probably know. He has a girlfriend.”

Ronan’s heart stopped. “What?”

The guy rolled his eyes. “He’s bi, not gay.”

“I know that but what the fuck? That’s not what Facebook says.”

The guy’s face creased with barely restrained judgment. “Well, Facebook officiality notwithstanding, he’s pretty serious about her, so don’t be an asshole.”

Ronan snapped, “Thanks for the heads up.”

Ronan was sulking, and he knew it. He was even more terse than usual, and if he weren’t so damn handsome, his tips would have been in the shitter. His phone was in his hand, the fucking Facebook app open on the link to Adam Parrish’s locked profile.

He’d been easy enough to find. Adam Parrish was tagged in most of Gansey’s photos. It was difficult to imagine how Ronan could have possibly not noticed him, even consumed as he was by Gansey. He threw his phone into the sink and hoped it drowned.

While he mixed some dickhead's martini, Hennessy sidled up to him, and before she could open her mouth to pry even more, he said, “He has a Goddamn girlfriend.”

“Who, that random guy?”

“Gansey.”

“Ah. The ex-lover, I presume?”

Ronan slammed the martini glass onto the bar and didn’t give a fuck that it splashed the person who ordered it.

Hennessy didn’t seem to give a fuck, either. She leaned her elbows back on the bar and said, “Ooh, the plot thickens. Is that what your little friend said to upset you so?”

“He’s Gansey’s best friend, apparently.”

“Small world.”

“Small fucking town.”

“Well, them’s the breaks, sailor. Don’t you dare quit before Friday, though. Remember, I’ve got plans.”

“Why would I quit?”

“Because your obsession with your ex is doomed to failure due to him being otherwise involved?”

“Fuck you.”

Hennessy raised both middle fingers and gave him two-handed salute.

Ronan stood at the kitchen island, shoveling furious bite after furious bite of cold, leftover Chinese takeout into his mouth.

Adam Parrish. That asshole. His words played in Ronan’s mind on a continuous loop. Who the hell did he think he was? He might know Gansey, but he didn’t know Ronan at-fucking-all. Creepy.

Gansey wouldn’t think he was creepy, would he?

Ronan snapped his chopstick in half and threw the splinters into the last dregs of his chow mein. His fingers ached, so he stretched them out and then he found himself reaching across the island for a lonely ballpoint pen, and then he was sketching on a brown paper napkin.

It had been awhile since he’d drawn anything. Months. No, years. More, since he’d drawn anything good. This wasn’t good. It was just a sketch—an elegant, bony hand with knobby knuckles and raised veins.

He drew it again, wrapped around a glass, before he realized what he was doing.

“Fuck,” he said, to the empty room. He crumpled up the napkin, threw it across the kitchen, and stomped upstairs to his empty off-white bedroom. He collapsed onto the mattress on the floor and he stared at the ceiling for hours, watching the sun streak pink light across it before finally succumbing to sleep.

***

He was behind the bar at Nino’s, wiping the same glass dry over and over, but he wasn’t looking at it. He was looking at Gansey, handsome and tan, sitting across from an amorphosly beautiful woman. A caricature of a beautiful woman. Gansey was enraptured by her, hearts bursting from his eyes. This was the way he’d once looked at Ronan, so long ago.

He fed his date a bite from the plate of chocolate covered strawberries that sat between them and smiled as if she was the most perfect being on earth. They were bathed in pink light and bracketed by billowing red velvet curtains, like a stage play.

“Ronan,” Gansey said. Ronan was embarrassed at the way he lit up at the sound of Gansey’s voice wrapping around his name, his bid for Ronan’s attention. But even as he spoke, Gansey didn’t take his eyes off of his girlfriend. “Would you please bring us a bottle of your finest champagne? We’re celebrating, after all.”

The girlfriend giggled and flashed a gaudy, sparkling diamond ring. No, a claddagh set with a red ruby.

Ronan seethed. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move. But they didn’t seem to care that he wasn’t bringing them a bottle of their finest champagne, as if this dump had any champagne to speak of. They were too absorbed in each-other.

Hennessy said, “Them’s the breaks.”

Another voice said, “I told you.”

It was Adam Parrish, sitting further down the bar, alone, nursing a gin and tonic.

Ronan still couldn’t speak. He couldn't breathe past the pressure in his chest.

Adam said, “Just let it go, Ronan. It was never going to be you.”

#pynch fic #my writing #asks #cheeeryos #just this bit was WAY longer than i was imagining lol this fic is a monster 😅#someone force me to finish it please it needs to be exorcised #crazy ex bf

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donnerpartyofone · 1 year ago

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There's a bartender at the brewery who is such a sweet, muppety kind of guy, he's no fool but it's always surprising whenever he speaks critically of someone. So he's telling me how his girlfriend was stressing about a friend group she had lost touch with, like she still owed them something emotionally, and he said, "Yeah well, you don't hang out anymore for a reason; you grew up and got a job and did well for yourself, and they still stay up all night listening to EDM and railing amphetines." But she convinced him to host these ex-friends at some beautiful little cabin-type place they have upstate, and I could tell by the uncharacteristically judgmental look on his face that it hadn't gone well. But I didn't expect him to say, "Look...I don't mean to be rude or whatever. But like...NONE of the guys could shoot a bow and arrow. The girls did well! But the boys were TOTALLY useless."

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ikonct95 · 4 years ago

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expectations vs reality

Summary: Your sister returns to Chicago during Christmas break after studying a year abroad in South Korea. To you and your family’s surprise, she brings along her boyfriend who is also visiting family. Imagine your surprise when you find out who his older brother is.

“Where are they?” Your mother huffs anxiously as she peeks through the curtains, looking for your father’s white Tayota car. Your father went to the airport earlier this afternoon to pick up your younger sister from the airport who had been studying in South Korea for the past year and is back for break.

“I’m sure they’re on their way.” You said patiently. You were certain that years ago, when you were visiting your family after studying abroad in Korea as well, your mother had been reacting the same way while your sister tried to calm her down. Your mother tend to get anxious when impatient and would often call your father and nag him, which in result would make him irritated and no one wanted for the Christmas spirit to be ruined.

“They’re here!” Your mother gushes, seeming to have unheard your earlier statement. She pushes away from the window and rushes to the front door to greet your sister. Her usual cry of delight dies down and your eyebrow raises in curiosity at the sudden change of atmosphere. Briefly, you entertained the thought of your sister returning home with her hair dyed an ugly shade of neon green. Chuckling, you got up from the couch and went to the door to see what had your mother awkwardly gapping outdoor.

You are greeted by the sight of three people; your father who is getting the luggage from the trunk of his car, your sister who has a bright grin on full display and a young gentleman whom you’ve never seen before, standing awkwardly next to your sister with an unsure smile on his lips.

“Y/N!” Your sister calls your name once she spots you, “This is Mark, my boyfriend!” She announces and wraps her arm extra tight around Mark’s, making him look slightly out of place, uncomfortable.

“Hey.” You greet with a slight wave.

As if being snapped out of a trance, your mother’s smile returns and she greets the young boy warmly, “Mark, welcome!” And walks the short steps to them and hugs the two. She then holds onto Mark and pulls him inside, unaware of the looks of uncertainty he keeps throwing at your sister.

Your father shortly passes through with your sister’s luggages and follows your mother.

The two of you stand outside in the middle of the snow covered front lawn, “Boyfriend, huh?” You raise your eyebrow at your sister.

“Yep.” She replies, popping the ‘p’.

“That’s pretty daring of you. You know, bringing him over for Christmas.”

Your sister shrugs, uncaring for your words, “It’s just for tonight. His parents and brother are out of town and won’t be back till tomorrow. I told him he could have dinner with us and then we’ll drop him off.”

❄️

“So, Mark.” Your mother begins once dinner is set on the table, “Y/S/N, says that your family are out of town?”

Mark, with his mouth full, nods his head. “Yeah, they went upstate to visit my great aunt who just got out of the hospital after breaking her leg. She’s fine though.” He replies after swallowing the food in his mouth.

Your mother gives him a sympathetic look but your father then asks, “What do you study, Mark?”

Caught off guard by the sudden change in topic, he answers, “I double major in English and Korea Literature.” Both your parents look impressed while your sister looks at him as if he holds the moon, the stars and the sun.

You muffle your chuckle at the display. They were cute, sure, but you’ve never seen your sister like this. It was nice seeing her happy, though. However, as her older sister, You had to play the role of overprotective sibling.

During desert, your sister looks at you as if she remembered something, “Hey, Y/N/N, Mark and I are going sightseeing downtown with his older brother, wanna come?”

Before you could turn her down on her offer - Not wanting to be stuck with a complete stranger while your sister goes gaga over her boyfriend and ignore you the whole time - your mother interjects and answers on your behalf, “I think that’s a wonderful idea!” She then turns to face you and you can see her speaking to you through her eyes. They said, you better not turn them down. “You’ve been so busy and stressed out because of work, going downtown would be great for you!” She adds while your father silently nods in agreement, too engrossed with his dessert.

Well, guess you’ll be sightseeing through the city with your sister, her boyfriend and some stranger.

❄️

The next day, you wake up to a message from your sister which read, we’ll meet Mark and his brother downtown at noon, don’t be late!

Checking the clock, you groan at the numbers. It’s ten o’clock and you barely have enough time to shower, get dressed and drive all the way downtown. Pushing your body with incomprehensible grumbling, you make your way to the bathroom and took a quick warm shower. You then spend the next twenty minutes curling your hair and get dress. You’re clad in a black high neck, a mini red leather jacket and woolly pair of black leggings. Your make-up is simple and minimal and just as you finish applying your lipstick, loud banging sounds coming from your door, “Hurry up, we’re gonna be late!” Sighing, you pick up your cross bag and shove your feet into your faux fur black boots and exit your room.

Your sister is standing by the door, typing away on her phone to Mark no doubt.

“Be nice.” Your mother reminds you as you pass by her, “And would it kill you to smile?”

You smile at her sarcastically and she rolls her eyes at you.

The drive downtown was oddly smooth and fast. The streets weren’t very crowded but there were enough cars that made the drive longer than normal. Though it was all good as you made it ten minutes before noon.

“We’ll be meeting at P.F Chang’s.” You sister informs you, still texting at her phone. You let out a grunt and drive to the Chinese restaurant.

❄️

They’re late.

Normally, you don’t mind when people are late but they’re fifteen minutes late and you aren’t really looking forward for this whole outing in the first place. You’re slightly irritated but your sister didn’t seem to mind as she places everyone’s orders because Mark said she should so that the food will get ready by the time they arrive.

“You’re gonna love Johnny!” You sister gushes, well aware of the irritation you’re feeling.

“Johnny?” You say and take a sip from your coke.

“Oh,” Your sister gapes, “Didn’t I tell you Markie’s brother’s name? It’s Johnny and he’s around your age.”

Markie.

Okay, you never guessed that your sister was that kind of girl but whatever as long as she’s happy.

Finally, two minutes later and in walks Mark towards your table and behind him is...No, no way. It can’t be.

“Hiiii!” Your sister squeals as she hugs Mark and pecks his lips in greeting. After parting, she waves to the man behind her boyfriend and then looks at you.

“Y/N, meet Mark’s brother-”

“Johnny.” You addressed the man she’s gesturing at.

“Y/N.”

The couple stared between you in surprise, “You two know each other?” Mark asks as he hesitantly steals glances your way, as if scared that his older brother might have done something bad to you and he should grab the taller man and bolt.

“We dated.” You answer before Johnny could have the chance to do so.

There’s a slight air of awkwardness surrounding you that’s quickly interrupted by your sister, “Oh, look! There’s our waiter!”

Wether it’s luck or your sister’s quick thinking on her feet, She sits down next to you and across from Mark. While Johnny sits across from you and you wonder if this is a good thing or not.

Maybe fate wanted to have a laugh today. First, you had to join your sister and her boyfriend and now you find out that his older brother was your ex-boyfriend. Out of the billion of men around the world, you sister just had to date your ex-boyfriend’s younger brother. You hope fate is having a good laugh at your misery.

“Soo,” Mark breaks the awkward silence once the waiter places your food and walks away but you wish he hadn’t, “How did you two meet?”

You open your mouth to respond to his question but Johnny beats you to it, “We dated while we were studying in Korea.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him. Typical, Johnny just had to be the centre of attention. You can feel your sister hit your leg under the table and guess that you were making a face that if a person had passed by would have labeled as rude.

You could see Mark’s expression pale at the revelation. Wether he was thinking that he and your sister are similar and might break up in the future like the two of you had or not will forever be a mystery.

“Mark’s told me so much about you!” Your sister states in an attempt to change the topic, “You’re a radio host and a DJ?”

Radio host and a DJ? You’re well aware of Johnny’s love for the EDM scene and his involvement in the genre but you never imagined he would pursue a career in it. He had seemed so certain to follow his father’s footsteps in being a meteorologist and be a weatherman reporter at the local tv station just like his dad.

“Yeah.” Johnny confirms after taking a bite of shrimp dumplings, “I host Kpop Tuesday and the late night chill session.”

That was Johnny?

You don’t really listen to the radio often, preferring to listen to Spotify but when your plan runs out, you’d tune in to the radio from time to time but not long enough to catch the name of the host nor listen to their voice.

Johnny looks at you smugly and you wonder if he could read your mind by the looks he’s giving you.

“You’re a middle school English teacher, right?” Marks asks, gaze directed at you.

“Yeah.” You answer after breaking eye contact with Johnny, “The kids are great.” You smile at him.

A sparkle of interest appears in his eyes and he begins questioning you about the job. You learn that Mark wants to be an author but knows that he needs a job with a stable income. He dabbles in freestyle rap to earn a few extra cash because he knows that the teacher salary in the U.S is crap in comparison to Korea.

“Why don’t you teach in Korea then?” You ask him and take a spoonful of the Mongolian beef, “It’s one of the options but I don’t know if I can handle the crazy work culture over there.”

True. You’ve worked a part time job for a bit and it was a miracle how you hadn’t lost your mind. Though, it was thanks to Johnny that you didn’t. He would always visit you during the day and when he didn’t have any classes, he’d walk you home after your shift.

Attacked by the memories of the past, you look up from your place to engage in a conversation with Mark about the benefits of teaching in South Korea but are stopped from doing so by Johnny’s intense stare. Once again, it seemed as if though Johnny had read your mind and is remembering the same thing you had just remembered.

You don’t hold the contact for long and tune into whatever your sister and Mark are talking about.

❄️

Your next destination is the arcades and you’re seriously dreading it. Not that you hate arcades or anything but your first date with Johnny was at the arcades as well.

As you watch your sister and Mark play around with loud laughters of joy, you’re teleported to the day you and Johnny were at the arcades, similar laughs could be heard. The two of you were very competitive and stubborn and didn’t leave till ten minutes until closing time. He even managed to win you a giant stuffed Toni Toni Chopper plushie for you.

It wasn’t a fancy first date but it was the perfect one. You had lots of fun and had shared your first kiss later when Johnny dropped you off at your apartment. You could vividly remember how you called your mom and told her what had happened and how happy you were and can’t wait to go on more dates with Johnny.

You’re snapped out from your trip down memory lane at the sound of an electronic music playing to your left. Following the sound, you see Johnny dancing away and scoffed at the people gushing over his skills.

Hating the smug look on his face, you march to the dance board, “Oh, oh, oh! Someone has declared a challenge!” He loudly announces in a bad British accent and you roll your eyes at the women giggling a few feet away and whispering to each other while staring at Johnny.

“You’re going down, Suh.”

Johnny’s honey colored eyes ignites with the fiery determination to win, “You’re going down!”

The two of you dance for nearly an hour and only mange to stop when Mark and your sister pull you away, the crowd that had gathered at the beginning nowhere in sight.

“Maybe you should call it a tie.” Your sister suggested and you and Johnny glare at her.

“Come on guys, this is so lame!” Mark adds and tugs at Johnny’s arm with a look telling him to knock it off.

Once the two finally stop, you all went your separate ways. You catch a glimpse of Mark and your sister heading to the claw machines so you make it towards the shooting games. Johnny nowhere in sight.

When it was around four in the afternoon, you all regrouped by the exit. Mark and you sister had the generic teddy bears with red hearts in their hands while Johnny had a Pikachu plushie. You, however, had a Kakashi funkopop in your hand. Ignoring the scoff from Johnny, because you’re sure he remembers how much you obsessed over the silver haired fictional character, you follow your sister and her boyfriend to the next destination.

❄️

It’s around sunset when you make it to the bean. There are a few street performers despite the cold weather so you decide to stand back and watch them while your sister and Mark head to the bean to take some pictures. Johnny, and his love for photography, takes several pictures of the setting sun and the buildings nearby.

He returns to stand next to you when he’s done and watches the performance. A man is strumming his guitar and is singing an unknown song. It isn’t until he starts strumming his guitar to the song Girls Like You did you involuntarily tense. This is yours and Johnny’s song, the song that you’ve danced and sang to a thousand times.

You could feel Johnny have a similar reaction to the song being played and you avoid his eyes. The man’s voice was slightly husky and his version of the song is slow. You can see a few couples embracing each other and sway along to the music and your instincts to run away kicks in.

Thankfully, you’re saved from doing so as your sister waves at you and beckons you towards her and Mark. You make your way towards them and don’t look back to see if Johnny is following or not.

Apparently, he is as your sister leans in and whispers in your ear, “I know this is uncomfortable for you, what with Johnny being your ex and all, but can we please take a group photo?”

Not wanting to turn down your sister and upset the fun night she’s having, you agree.

Mark has probably said the same thing to Johnny, if his body language is anything to go by. He doesn’t want to take a group photo but he also doesn’t want to upset his younger brother.

Your sister walks off to ask one of the strangers nearby to take a picture. You make sure to stay as far away from Johnny as you can. Him doing the same thing with Mark and your sister standing in between.

❄️

It’s when the sun has finally set and day turned to night did you finally decide to leave.

Mark and your sister are in front, holding hands, while you and Johnny remain at the back as far away from each other as possible. The taller is busy texting away at his phone and you have the small urge to curiously take a peek.

Could it be that he’s texting his girlfriend? I mean, it has been three years since you and Johnny had broken up and two years since you’ve returned home from Korea. A lot can happen.

If Johnny has a girlfriend, however, then he wouldn’t have stayed and would’ve returned home out of respect for his girlfriend. Unless he’s cheating on her? You quickly shook your head, Johnny was many things but a cheater isn’t one of them.

Noticing your thought process, you look away and stare straight ahead.

“I kind of feel cold.” You hear you sister whisper as she rubs her arms. Of course she’d feel cold. She’s only wearing a sweater and a pair of jeans.

Mark, being the perfect gentleman, takes off his coat and drapes it across your sister’s shoulders, “This should keep you warm.” and wraps his arm around her waits.

Your sister smiles up at him and presses herself closer to him.

Seeing their display of affection and how warm they must be feeling, you feel a chill run through you, “Damn I’m cold too.” You mutter.

“And, what do you want me to do about it?”

You startle in surprise and snap your head to where Johnny is walking just a few feet away from you. He’s still tapping at his phone and you wonder if you had imagined what he had said, when he continues, “I’m not giving you my coat I’ll freeze to death.”

Before you could say or do anything, like smack him and call him an ass for being a jerk, you’re interrupted by Mark’s voice, “Y’all want coffee?”

A gush of warm air embraces you when you enter Starbucks. You make it straight to the couches placed in front of the fireplace and sit down, stretching your hands to the red and orange flames dancing before you.

As you sit in front of the fire, you begin to feel yourself doze off in the arms of the source of heat. And you would’ve fallen asleep had it not been for the mug of coffee placed on the table in front of you, jolting you awake.

Looking up, you see Johnny walk around and sit on the armchair next to you. “Decaf vanilla latte with caramel drizzle, right?” He asks.

You pretend not to notice the way your heart skips a beat at him remembering your coffee order. You’ve dated for two years and drank coffee all the time since Johnny is a coffee addict basically. Of course he’d remember it.

You said nothing though and took hold of the mug to take a sip, almost moaning at the heat the liquid provided.

Just as you’re about to take another sip and burn your tongue, you notice that your sister and Mark are nowhere in sight.

“Those dorks had tickets to some movie they booked without inviting us.” Johnny snorts, “Guess the babysitting job is over.”

Fuck. You, alone with Johnny? Not good.

Unsure of what to do, you contemplate abandoning your drink in favor of bolting out of here and make it back home. Though, you know your mother is going to kill you if she finds out that you let your sister alone downtown in the middle of the night even though she’s with her boyfriend. It’s your job as her older sister! Your mother would say. Even though your sister literally left without telling you.

“So you never told your sister about us?”

Blinking away from your thoughts, you look up from the mug in your hands and into Johnny’s questioning gaze.

“I did but not much. I don’t think she even remembers I dated in college. You were-” You blush at what you’re about to say, “The only one I’ve dated.” And look away.

“I told Mark.” You hear Johnny say, “I just don’t think he expected you’re his girlfriend’s older sister.” Sure, but your name is pretty ethnic, and a rare one at that, so you doubt Mark hadn’t put the pieces together.

A peaceful silence falls among you as you both sip your coffees, lost in your own world.

“You know I-” Johnny starts before stopping himself from continuing, as if changing his mind. Biting his lip, he stares into your eyes with such intensity that it was difficult to look away from him. It’s as if you’re trapped by his iron grip, “I don’t really remember why we broke up.”

Okay, that wasn’t what you thought he’s going to say. Of all the topics, why did he decide to talk about the one thing you didn’t want to talk about.

“We got along well and we talked about our future together. I was even contemplating converting religions for you.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. This is news to you.

You’ve discussed matters of religion with Johnny a few times throughout your relationship. Sometimes they even ended up in huge fights where neither of you would talk to the other for days. Neither of you wanted to force the other to convert religions but also wondered why couldn’t you just convert. He to a Muslim or you to a Christian. Though, Johnny never once mentioned that he was contemplating it.

“I guess we grew out of love.” You confess after a short stretch of silence, “We’ve both found new hobbies or interests to invest in; you with your photography and me with my creative writing work shop. We didn’t get to spend time together like we did before.”

It’s true.

Both of your interests were demanding and your majors in school were stressful and required even more time and energy. By the time you did have time for each other, you’d be too tired to do anything. Not even talk. Things turned sour when you’d get irritated when you returned home to see dirty dishes in the sink. Johnny would get annoyed when You’d forget to buy groceries. Soon, the things you loved about each other irritated you to no end. Gradually, the two of you fell out of love and practically became strangers and call it quits right after spring semester finals.

“I remember.” Is all that Johnny could say.

“Do you think the same will happen to them?” You decide to ask, “Mark and my sister.”

Johnny shrugs, “Maybe. Maybe not.”

Nothing is said after that. You stare off into the distance while Johnny text at his phone. Shortly, he lifts his head and asks, “I know this is, like, weird but can you give me a ride home? Mark took my car.”

Your eyebrows go upwards, “Are you sure your girlfriend is okay with this?”

Johnny’s eyebrows furrows and his nose scrunches up, “What girlfriend?”

Flushing, you look away as you explain, “Whoever you’ve been texting.”

Realization dawns on Johnny, “I was texting my friend Jaehyun. You remember him, right? Yeah, he’s visiting family too and I asked if he could give me a ride home but he’s too busy babysitting his cousins.”

Of course you remember Jaehyun. He was your classmate in your econ 101 class and is Johnny’s best friend. That was how the two of you were introduced.

“If you can’t take me home I’ll just call uber-”

“I’ll drop you off.”

❄️

The ride to Johnny’s house is spent silently save for the music playing through the speakers. There’s no air of awkwardness or tension between you.

“This is me.” Johnny spoke once you’ve parked in front of a modest sized home.

Instead of opening the door and exiting your car, Johnny turns to face you with a serious look on his handsome features, “Y/N, I know I have no right asking this- I can’t even believe I’m even saying this - but can we give us another chance?”

You blink at him.

“Nothing serious, just us being...acquaintances .” He settles with for a lack of better term, “Then we’ll see where things go from there.”

You didn’t think his offer through and readily agreed, “Okay.” you say, “As long as we take things slow.”

He smiles at you, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” And exists your car.

You watch him as he walks the few steps leading to his house, unsure of what the future might bring you. But as Johnny turns around to wave at you, you feel optimistic to the road ahead of you.

#johnny x reader #johnny imagine #johnny seo x reader #johnny suh x reader #johnny x you #johnny seo x you #johnny suh x you #PHEW THIS WAS LONG #tbh idk what i wrote but i wrote it and hope you enjoyed it <3 #pls ignore the typos <3

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itsthegirlinthebowtie · 5 years ago

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lonely places

pairing Peter Parker x Reader (sorta, kinda more general though cause it’s the beginning of a relationship.)

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summary Flash tries to impress you by making fun of Peter and Ned, but you are anything but impressed, and you sure as hell have something to say about it.

On the outside looking in,

I’ve been a lot of lonely places

I’ve never been on the outside

-Taylor Swift

“Really, Dad? Do I have to do this?” You whined as you pulled up to the large, stately house upstate where one of your classmates lived. As you came to a stop in front of the house you could already hear the echo of the bass that was emanating from the inside.

“You don’t have to go, but you should. I used to go to parties all the time, they’re fun. You’ll have fun.” Tony said with a smile. You simply rolled your eyes in response. “Yeah, I know you did Dad. But I’m not you, I like keeping to myself. It’s easier that way.”

Tony frowned slightly at the comment, and you could tell it worried him a little but he didn’t say anything. “Just humor me and go to this one, and if you hate it I’ll leave you alone. Deal?”

You nodded, still hesitant about the whole thing but it seemed fair enough to you. “Deal.”

“Great. Now go and have fun,” he said, nudging you in the direction of the door.

The moment you climbed out of the car the sound of the music was instantly louder and you sighed, already wishing you were at home reading a good book or watching television. You looked back at your dad, exploring him to give up on this whole charade and just take you home but he simply smiled and waved at you before pulling away from the curb, driving off and leaving you all alone on the lawn.

You let out a deep sigh and resolved yourself to head up the path and towards the house and its chaos within. The minute you walked in you were immediately surrounded by the EDM beat and the sound of your classmates chattering and laughing.

“Hey Y/n!” One of the aforementioned classmates that you barely knew called out in greeting as you passed. You smiled nervously and said a hesitant hello back as you headed towards the kitchen to find yourself something to drink.

Part of why you didn’t enjoy interacting with most of your peers was the fact that people you had nothing in common with were always introducing themselves to you, and doing whatever they could to get you to be their friend. It didn’t have anything to do with you and who you were really, they didn’t care. They just wanted to be able to brag about how they were friends with Y/n Stark, and maybe if they got close enough to you they could meet an Avenger. You were just a stepping stone to get to your dad. You never mentioned this to him though; you had a feeling he knew it and felt bad enough about it already. It’s not like there was anything he could do about it, it wasn’t his fault.

You made it to the kitchen, where you headed over to the fridge looking for something with a cap that you could drink. You could never be too careful with anything unsealed as a woman and a relative of one of the most powerful men in the world. There were plenty of people out there who would love to use you to get to your father.

You managed to find something and you helped yourself, finding a bottle opener on the counter and taking a sip. You took your drink over to the living room entrance, leaning on the door frame and watching your drunk peers dance to the music.

“Hey Y/n! Funny seeing you here, you rarely come to these things. Don’t get me wrong though, it’s a pleasant surprise.”

You took a deep breath in at the voice, preparing yourself for a conversation that you really didn’t want to have. So much for trying to have fun. “Oh, Flash. Hi.” You said, faking a smile since you were anything but happy to see him. Flash had been trying to get you to go out with him all year, something that annoyed you to no end. He was one of the many people interested in you simply because of your parentage, and he took it to the highest extent. You had no interest in him, rather you quite disliked him and his shallow interest in you. Not only was he nice to you only because of your perceived status, but he was mean to those he deemed to be without said status. It took all of your willpower to be civil with him, but you did your best to take the high road. “I’m glad you’re here, it gives me an excuse to hang out with you.” He said as he came up alongside you.

“Hey Y/n! Hey Flash!” You heard a new voice chime in as a few of your other classmates came over to join you and you knew there was no longer any chance of keeping to yourself. You were hoping to just stand on the side of the room observing everything until you had sufficiently appeased your dad. Why you thought that would work you had no idea, wishful thinking I suppose. Everyone was always assuming you took after your dad, but if you were like either of your parents you were more like your mom, polite and politic in social settings but not a huge fan of them.

“I’m surprised to see you here Y/n, You rarely come to these things. I would’ve thought you’d be at more of them,” one of your classmates who’s name you remembered as Claire said with such a vibrant social energy that you felt tired just looking at her. Meaning you think I like parties because my dad does… You thought to yourself with mild annoyance, taking another sip of your drink in hopes that it would be a little easier to handle your drunk classmates if you were a little tipsy yourself.

“Yeah, I’m not really a big party person.”

“Really? Wow that surprises me.”

You smiled hesitantly in response, a forced smile that came out more like a grimace. You could’ve guessed that would be the response, you’d encountered variations of it many different times throughout your life. It seemed as if it were impossible for you to be your own person in this city because of the life you were born into.

The girl Claire continued to bubble on about something and you just smiled, beginning to space out and losing out on whatever it was she was saying. Out of the corner of your eye you caught sight of a familiar face, someone who you would really rather be talking to. Someone who treated you like a normal human being and had no need or interest in using you to make a connection to your father because he already knew him.

“Peter, Ned, hi!” You said, smiling and waving at the two of them, interrupting Claire who was still going on about the upcoming homecoming dance and how she hated one of her classes. Peter smiled and waved back, and you felt your heart leap slightly at the acknowledgment. Your little circle of fake friends stopped talking, looking at you with a mix of awe and confusion. Flash, who was still standing next to you and who up until that moment had thought that he had been doing a really great job of impressing you by spending time with you, grimaced in annoyance at the fact that you seemed much happier to see Peter Parker than you had been to see him. “Ugh, Penis Parker, really? Why would you want to interact with him and his little pet? They’re just losers living in some alternate reality where Peter is best friends with Spider-Man. Like, yeah right. No way someone like him would waste his time with someone like them.”

Everyone in the group around you laughed at the mention of Peter “knowing” Spider-Man, with the exception of Claire who just chuckled uncomfortably. Why your peers thought that was so impossible was beyond you, and you knew that they couldn’t have been more wrong. You frowned, not finding Flash’s immature insults at all funny. “Excuse me? I know you have a delicate ego but that doesn’t mean you have to be an asshole. Plus, how can you be so sure he doesn’t know Spider-Man? He does intern with my dad after all. ”

Flash seemed slightly startled by your sudden retaliation, and it took him a moment before he was able to find his voice again. “I…what? I doubt interns get to meet the Avengers. Plus he and his sidekick are so uncool why would someone like Spider-Man want to meet someone like them? There are so many better people that you could be spending your time with other than those losers.” Flash elaborated, clearly raising his voice so that Peter and Ned would be able to hear him. You continued to frown at Flash, eyes flickering to Peter and Ned, and at the sight of their crestfallen, hurt faces you felt a rush of anger in your chest.

“Better people…meaning you, right Flash?” You said, cocking your head to the side mockingly. You’d officially had enough of his bullying and fake, shallow interest in you. Claire and the other oblivious teens in your circle were standing there shocked, looking between you and Flash clearly interested to see what Y/n Stark was like when she was angry. “And what do you have to offer me that Peter doesn’t? Daddy’s money?”

“Oooooh!” One of the guys standing with Claire said, putting his hand to his mouth and laughing as Flash stood there in shock.

“I would know more than anyone how unimportant that is and it’s not like I need any more of that anyway.” You continued, ignoring the comment. You felt your lip twitch as you held back a smirk at Flash’s dumbstruck face. After holding the glare a moment longer you smiled, the most mocking smile that you could muster, and pushed yourself off of the wall that you’d been leaning on a moment before and moving to leave the group. “It was nice to talk to you Claire,” you said, addressing her alone, and ignoring the others. She was a little spacey but she wasn’t a bad person and you had nothing against her, unlike Flash.

You turned to walk away, before Flash found his voice and shot back, “you’re going to regret that!”

You turned around slightly, just enough so that he could see you smile. “No, I don’t think I will.”

You continued to walk away towards Ned and Peter, and you heard Flash yell angrily after you once again. “Fine! I always thought you were kind of a bitch anyway!”

You kept walking, flipping him off over your shoulder in response, causing Peter and Ned to double over laughing. You made it over to where they were standing and smiled in greeting. “Hey guys.”

Both Peter and Ned grinned back at you, and you couldn’t help but wonder if anyone had stood up for them like that before. “Flash is still glaring at you.” Peter said with a chuckle.

“Oh, I’m sure. I just bruised his ego pretty badly, he’s not gonna recover from that very quickly.”

You noticed Peter’s smile waver slightly, and you raised a questioning eyebrow, not wanting to pry.

“Can I ask you something? Peter asked hesitantly, looking immediately as if he regretted it as soon as he had said it.

“Sure. Fire away.” You said. That was the difference between Peter and the others. Not once during the entire conversation from before did anyone ask you a question about yourself, but with Peter it was the first thing that he did.

“Why did you choose to join us? If I had a choice I would’ve chosen to fit in, and they just gave you that choice. Why choose us instead?”

You felt your face molding into a sad smile at his words. Peter clearly thought so little of himself, and you knew that while he felt useful as Spider-Man, he didn’t feel at all useful or wanted as Peter Parker. He was a much better person than Flash, but he clearly didn’t believe that himself.

“Believe it or not, I know how it feels to be an outsider. As much as people like to pretend that they accept me, they aren’t really accepting me for who I am. They’re accepting the person that they think I should be.”

“That sounds lonely.” Peter said in response.

“So does doing what you do for the world and not being able to tell anyone.” You shot back, and you saw Peter flinch slightly. “Don’t worry, no one will hear.” You said, and Peter nodded but you saw him look over his shoulder anyway. “Plus Flash is a self absorbed asshole, and you two aren’t so I’d rather spend my time with you.” You said with a smile, sensing Peter’s nerves and changing the subject back to Flash.

Both Peter and Ned laughed. “How do you know we aren’t?” Ned said with a joking smile.

“Self absorbed assholes aren’t very good at saving the world.”

“Oh.” Peter said, turning bright red at the compliment and you just chuckled.

“So what were you guys talking about before you were so rudely interrupted by said self absorbed asshole?”

“Oh, uh, just,” Peter sputtered, clearly still embarrassed by your compliment, and Ned jumped in to save him.

“We were just talking about aliens and how now that we know they exist do you think Star Wars was based on reality, like do you think something like the Empire actually exists?”

You nodded slowly, a smile growing on your face because finally you got to talk about something interesting. “If it is based in reality, does that mean then that George Lucas is an alien? Because it’s not like he would’ve known about the existence of aliens way before everyone else.”

Ned gasped at the idea. “You’re right! I didn’t think of that.” With that, Ned continued to postulate about the possibility of George Lucas’ alien identity, and you found yourself looking at Peter who was nervously looking down at his feet. His eyes flickered up to look at you and you gave him a small nervous smile in return, watching as his cheeks turned bright red as a result and making you chuckle.

You were looking forward to getting to know the two of them better, and you hoped to talk to Peter about his other identity someday. But for now you listened to Ned’s continued ramblings about aliens, feeling happy to finally have some real friends to spend your time with. Maybe this party could be fun after all.

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djfreedomlives · 2 years ago

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staticdive · 3 years ago

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Isabel Marcheselli Reimagines Her Music In New EDM Mash-up

Isabel Marcheselli Isabel Marcheselli is a singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist composer from New York, New York. She is first generation, born to South American immigrants. Her NASA scientist father inspired and encouraged her to pursue her dreams, both academically and artistically. After graduating with her Bachelor’s degree from Upstate NY’s prestigious Cornell University, Isabel…

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musicmoney · 4 years ago

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I attended a lot of EDM festivals that in turn helped me to craft my own sounds in EDM #musicmoney chats to @JustPanykMusic about his latest track

Where are you from?

Originally I am from South Africa but currently residing in upstate New York, United States.

Describe your sound:

The sound is called Progressive House Music but I like to call it feel good happy sounds. It's the kind of music that will have you dancing and in love.

Tell us about your latest track

My track has that RnB vibes on vocals but you continue to listen to the drum kick in and all you want to do is to dance till D end.

Who inspires you?

A Lot of names in the EDM genre played a part in how I craft my art I listen to Avicii, Tiesto, Chainsmokers, Swedish House Mafia the list is endless and I attended a lot of EDM festivals that in turn helped me to craft my own sounds in EDM.

Where do you see your career in 5 years?

Well being an independent artist is not easy but I see myself well established and headlining all major EDM events inspiring a lot of people around the world.

Where can we check out your sounds?

Well I post my songs on SoundCloud and all digital platforms the latest single will be available on all digital stores as of August 7, 2020.

Tell the people something they need to know:

Apart from making people dance I am also a cook professionally. So am always cooking in the kitchen whether it's food or beats.

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nicholasscottmcmanus · 5 years ago

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PHOTOS - Time Warp’s 25th Anniversary Festival Rocks The Bronx

Loco Dice (top, center) with the Time Warp and Teksupport crews after his headlining performance as his audience cheered him on (bottom photo).

EDM festival giant Time Warp and Brooklyn underground kings Teksupport brought electronic music’s finest artists to the NY Expo Center in Bronx’s Hunt’s Point this past December. Ferried in by an endless parade of Ubers coming from the boroughs and beyond, the thousands of partiers, EDM fans, and VIP guests packed two stages for two days in this post-industrial paradise. Timewarp has been producing their massive festival in Manheim, Germany since 1994 and this stateside edition had an extensive international crowd that danced alongside the ‘tri-staters’ who drove in the 'burbs to meet them.

Sven Vath (at left) and Maceo Plex (center) during their performances on the 1st floor stage.

Arriving at1am to a secret parking spot I found when I was last invited here for Bang On!'s Elements Fest, I caught the finale of Germany's Sven Vath and the start of South Korea's Peggy Gou across two massive stages covering over 50,000 square feet. They were followed by Ibiza mainstay Maceo Plex and Moscow's Nina Kraviz, who exchanged hugs with Peggy Gou before she lit up a smoke and took the decks like an easy lover.

Peggy Gou (left) embracing Nina Kraviz (right) as she handed over the decks to her for the final performance on the 2nd floor stage.

Maceo Plex (at right) during his performance.

Anyone who grew tired in the wee hours of Sunday's morning was jolted awake by the Tunisian army of fans that mobbed the 1st floor stage for their countryman Loco Dice, best known for spinning alongside major artists Ice Cube and Snoop Dog. Flags with red crescents waved on as Loco Dice blew kisses to his audience and rocked the venue's six-story high pavilion as dawn crept through it's skylights. During Dice's 30 minute encore, Timewarp's main crew hugged each other in celebration of the twenty-five years they've been putting these festivals together, one of which was in Brazil earlier this year. Their next fest back on home turf in Mannheim this April for over 10,000 people and if you want to get lost in the music with them here's the info.

Loco Dice being cheered on by his fellow Tunisians during his performance on the 1st floor stage.

Loco Dice during his finale.

A crew of Columbians at the 7am conclusion of the festival.

Partiers from Philadelphia (right) alongside upstate New Yorkers on the 2nd floor.

Guests on stage during Loco Dice's set.

Guests outside (left) and inside (right) the 2nd floor stage.

VIP's on the 2nd floor.

Partiers at the 2nd floor bar.

Peggy Gou's crowd at the 2nd floor stage.

VIP's during Maceo's Plex's set.

VIP's on stage during Loco Dice's set.

Partiers during Sven Vath's set.

VIP's on stage for Maceo Plex's set.

VIP's on the 2nd floor.

VIP's on stage during Loco Dice's set.

Smokers outside the 2nd floor stage.

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theteenagetrickster · 5 years ago

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KILLSWITCH ENGAGE Singer JESSE LEACH Collaborates With Girlfriend On Dubstep/EDM Song

KILLSWITCH ENGAGE singer Jesse Leach has collaborated with his girlfriend, Philia Porphyra, on a dubstep/EDM/industrial song called "Luminescent Dreams". Check it out below. She stated about the track: "[Jesse] and I have been talking about making dubstep/EDM/industrial music since we first met. It feels so good to finally say that we've created our first song together and paired it up with this dope dance video by [Warren Archer] filmed at [Elements Music & Arts Festival]. "I love hearing both of our voices match up with one another and I'm so damn proud of what we have created. "Thank you for being my muse, my best friend, and the love of my life. "We haven't figured out a DJ name yet but we are open to suggestions if anyone has any. Please keep in mind that we did this song with zero equipment and it's just a demo at the moment. This song is just a teaser and a taste of what we will be creating. More to come in the near future." A little over a year ago, Leach announced that he needed time "to get help" after informing fans that he and his wife of over 16 years, Melissa, had decided to go separate ways. Leach, who has been open about his battles with anxiety and depression, took to Instagram to let his followers know that he would be seeking treatment so that he can avoid becoming "another statistic of suicide." 2018 was a tough year for Leach, who underwent surgery on his vocal cords to remove nodules in April, and dealt with depression, anxiety, and "full-on mental breakdowns" throughout the rest of the year. Although these setbacks had an impact on the recording schedule for the new KILLSWITCH ENGAGE album, Jesse eventually finished laying down his tracks for the effort with the help of guitarist and producer Adam Dutkiewicz, whom he has described as his "musical soulmate." KILLSWITCH ENGAGE's latest album, "Atonement", was released in August via Metal Blade Records in the U.S. and Sony Music Entertainment in the rest of the world.

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The song is in demo form but my beautiful and talented girlfriend is not! ? We did this song together called “Luminescent Dreams.” She is a multitalented performer and artist as well as a brilliant poet and writer. Give her a follow @purplespolepoetry ・・・ Repost from @porphyraphilia “So many of you have been asking me when you'd hear Jesse and I sing together well...I'm happy to announce that it has finally happened! @jesse_d_leach and I have been talking about making dubstep/EDM/industrial music since we first met. It feels so good to finally say that we’ve created our first song together and paired it up with this dope dance video by @warren_archer filmed at @elementsfestival_ ? I did this performance with a separated shoulder. AC joint was totally messed up. If you look closely when I do the handstand on the pole, you can see how swollen it is on the left side. After this gig, I had to take it easy for several months before returning back to my usual crazy self. Looking back now- I don't know how I was able to pull all this off with such a bad injury, but I do remember how determined and passionate I am about what I do (under any circumstance). I wasnt going to give up. I love hearing both of our voices match up with one another and I’m so damn proud of what we have created. Thank you for being my muse, my best friend, and the love of my life @thewaybackwithin. ? We haven’t figured out a DJ name yet but we are open to suggestions if anyone has any. Please keep in mind that we did this song with zero equipment and it's just a demo at the moment. Thank you to all who listen and appreciate our art. This song is just a teaser and a taste of what we will be creating. More to come in the near future. Dig it? DM me for bookings !!! Accepting dance gigs in the NYC and upstate area, but also willing to travel outside of the East coast if necessary. MY NEXT PERFORMANCE WILL BE IN STATEN ISLAND FEB 8TH WITH @jesse_d_leach DJing FOR @pinupsforpitbullsinc at @bootlegmannings Doors at 6pm.

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buttonholedlife · 5 years ago

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KILLSWITCH ENGAGE Singer JESSE LEACH Collaborates With Girlfriend On Dubstep/EDM Song

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Hanging around the circus like a bunch of misfits at #thegrammys ?

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I’m opening for for Liquid Stranger, Manic Focus Luzcid on Sept 28th in Albany NY for only $14 when friends grab more than 1 ticket to the show from my team! Link in Bio. Also adding more promoters + ticket sellers. Want free entry? DM for details now. Tag friends who love these artists so we can save them $ today. @liquidstranger @manicfocus @luzcid hosted by @nvconcepts #liquidstranger #albany #manicfocus #luzcid #trapmusic #dubstep #riddim #bassmusic #upstatenewyork #cliftonpark #edmfamily #sunyalbany #rpi #edmlife #edmlifestyle #dancemusic #ravers #electronicdancemusic #edmlovers #edmfriends #rave #bass #edm #wakaan (at Upstate Concert Hall)

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y0ung-and-l0aded · 7 years ago

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1. What is you middle name? Ew. Jiandong. It’s Chinese and I don’t even know how to pronounce it tbh2. How old are you? 223. When is your birthday? March 14, 19954. What is your zodiac sign? Pisces5. What is your favorite color? Green6. What’s your lucky number? 147. Do you have any pets? Ye. I have a cat of my own, her name is Stella, and my family has two dogs - Rosie and Tilly. Tilly is my everything8. Where are you from? China, but I grew up in upstate New York9. How tall are you? 4′11″ RIP me10. What shoe size are you? 4 kids11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 812. What was your last dream about? Honestly I had a nightmare and all I remember about it was that it involved the Great British Baking Show, specifically Nadiya from season 613. What talents do you have? I can play the piano, but idk if it’s much of a talent14. Are you psychic in any way? Lol no15. Favorite song? I HAVE MORE THAN ONE. All time favorite - “We Are Young” Glee cast version. Close second all time favorite - “Decoration Day” by the Drive-By Truckers. And then a one of my other favorites is “High Hopes” by Kodaline16. Favorite movie? The Shining and also I recently watched Train to Busan and that’s deff one of my faves17. Who would be your ideal partner? Someone I’m in love with, can see myself spending the rest of my life with, trust, have fun with. All that good stuff18. Do you want children? Yesss19. Do you want a church wedding? Yes and no, but honestly I’m pretty indifferent about it20. Are you religious? Lol nah21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yes. I was inpatient three times, had to go for a day another time, and had an overnight and those were for mental health issues. When I was younger I went a few times bc I had a tic disorder and had to get these weird brain tests done. I also have scoliosis so have been a few times for that. And then when I started testosterone I went every week to get my shot until I learned how to do it myself lol. And recently I went for a consultation for top surgery!22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Kind of. It was a complicated situation23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Yes24. Baths or showers? Showers25. What color socks are you wearing? Black. One with a grey stripe and one with a red stripe26. Have you ever been famous? LOL NO27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Not a big one. I’d like to get a bit more popular on YouTube, but my ultimate goal is 1000 subs, so just a mediocre celebrity lol28. What type of music do you like? EDM/electronic instrumental and tropical house29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? I was in a lake when my friends skinny dipped, but I didn’t myself30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 0-2, depending on the night31. What position do you usually sleep in? On my right side32. How big is your house? I don’t even have a house lol, I have a studio apartment and it’s v small33. What do you typically have for breakfast? I usually don’t have breakfast34. Have you ever fired a gun? Yeah it was really cool tbh35. Have you ever tried archery? Yep. I sucked haha36. Favorite clean word? Porkchop37. Favorite swear word? I don’t have a favorite, but I say shit and fuck the most 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 44 hours, that was actually a couple weeks ago39. Do you have any scars? Yes40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Who knows, that’s why they’re called secret admirers 41. Are you a good liar? I guess I can be idrk42. Are you a good judge of character? I’d like to think so43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? Yes, I can do a British accent but I have never done it for someone44. Do you have a strong accent? Not to me and compared to the people around me, but I’m sure I do to someone else in the world45. What is your favorite accent? BRITISH 46. What is your personality type? ISFJ-T47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? LOL I have no idea, I probably paid $30 dollars for a sweatshirt at some point in my life48. Can you curl your tongue? Nope49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie50. Left or right handed? Right51. Are you scared of spiders? FUCK YES52. Favorite food? Mashed potatoes but I have recently been obsessed with frozen key lime pie. And I really like pork fried dumplings53. Favorite foreign food? Chinese hands down54. Are you a clean or messy person? Both but overall more clean than messy55. Most used phrased? I say what the frick a lot usually when I play video games56. Most used word? Recently it’s been dude57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Ready for what? In the morning like getting ready for work not long, maybe ten minutes58. Do you have much of an ego? Not at all59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Suck then bite60. Do you talk to yourself? Yes61. Do you sing to yourself? I sing in the car to music I turn all the way up62. Are you a good singer? I can match pitch but I wouldn’t say I’m good63. Biggest fear? Being burnt alive64. Are you a gossip? Not really65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? Train to Busan (I think that can be classified as drama)66. Do you like long or short hair? Short hair on me. I’ve found I’m attracted to girls with long hair and guys with short hair67. Can you name all 50 states of America? If I thought about it and wrote them out, probably68. Favorite school subject? Music and if you don’t count that then Englsih69. Extrovert or introvert? Introvert 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? No71. What makes you nervous? Social situations72. Are you scared of the dark? Not really73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Not really. It’s a downfall74. Are you ticklish? No75. Have you ever started a rumor? Never76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Not authority per se, but I’ve been in a position of leadership a couple times77. Have you ever drank underage? Yeah lol78. Have you ever done drugs? I smoke weed if you count that and I accidentally did molly one time79. Who was your first real crush? This girl Megan I went to elementary school with. When we were in eighth grade I realized that I was totally in love with her (if that’s what it even was in eighth grade, but that’s what I thought at the time) and that’s when I realized I was into girls haha80. How many piercings do you have? One81. Can you roll your Rs? Nope82. How fast can you type? Very, very fast83. How fast can you run? I used to be able to run really fast. I was a sprinter in high school for the track team. I could probably still sprint really fast but I’d be near to death after it84. What color is your hair? Black85. What color is your eyes? They is brown86. What are you allergic to? Cats, lanolin (it’s in sheep’s wool and some lotions), nickel and cobalt, and eggs but I still eat them bc it’s pretty minor87. Do you keep a journal? Yes. But I haven’t written in it for at least a year probably88. What do your parents do? My mom is a third grade teacher and my dad does some political science thing or something or other for the NYS government89. Do you like your age? I guess? I wouldn’t mind being a couple years older tbh but 22 isn’t bad90. What makes you angry? When people lie to me91. Do you like your own name? Ye92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? I want to name my son Price if I ever have one, and I have’t really thought of girls names93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? Both 94. What are you strengths? I don’t think of myself having strengths 95. What are your weaknesses? I’m too dependent on people96. How did you get your name? I chose it lol97. Were your ancestors royalty? I don’t know anything about my family history due to being adopted98. Do you have any scars? Yes, but not any new ones since question 3999. Color of your bedspread? Blue100. Color of your room? The walls are like tan/beige

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