#looks like someone is cruisin' for a bruisin'

[artzychic27]

since we have a Zombies AU, what about Teen beach? Adrienette could be Lela and Tanner (with Marc as Butchy since he and Mari are HC’s as cousins. And Luka and Kagami could be Mack and Brady, but it would end up as a long-distance kind of poly thing!

On the sunny beaches at the lovely French Riviera, Kagami is a young surfer known around for her impressive moves and skillfull maneuvers

As she's getting back from surfing a wave, she makes her way to The Liberty, a surf shop owned and operated by Anarka Couffaine and her children, Luka and Juleka, to get some board wax

There, she walks in on them watching their favorite film, a 1960s musical titled Wet Side Story, where surfers and motorcycle bikers battle for the privilege to hang out at Big Kwami's, a beachside restaurant

It's surprisingly progressive by showing white and people of color hanging out together and the subtle queer themes

As Kagami and Luka watch the scene where Adrien, the leader of the surfers, catches Marinette, the cousin of the biker leader as she's falling off of the stage during her solo, they can't help but gush over their chemistry

Kagami: For such a campy low-budget film, this scene is truly a work of art.

Luka: Yeah, you can tell by Marinette's reaction that she wasn't expecting a surfer of all people to help her and Adrien... He didn't think about her being a biker, he just saw someone in need of saving.

Soon, Kagami's aunt, Tamika, comes by. Despite being the sister of Tomoe, she's nothing like her. She never excelled at fencing and is always aiming to please and honor her big sister despite the fact that she passed away years ago

When Tamika tells her that she needs to finish packing, this gets Luka's attention

Kagami then explains to him that before her mother died, Tamika promised Tomoe that Kagami would attend the same private school she did in Japan and join the ranks of the school's top-rated fencing team to continue her family's legacy. And she is leaving the next day

Luka: It doesn't sound like you want to go.

Kagami: I don't. But, it's what my mother would have wanted.

However, Luka's not letting her leave without a proper sendoff and without spending just one last moment together. So, he calls Kagami the day before she has to leave, and tells her to meet with him on the beach with her surfboard.

Together, they decide to surf a 40-foot wave that is about to hit the beach. However, the wave proves to be too strong, and they get swept away before they can paddle back

Somehow, eventually, they land on another beach where it's day time and brightly-colored

After their vision adjusts, they find themselves on the beach where Wet Side Story was filmed during the cast's opening number. Deciding not to let this moment goes to waste, Luka joins the film's cast in singing "Surf Crazy" while Kagami is wondering what the fuck is going on

When the song comes to an end, and the two wrap their heads around everything after concluding that this is not a dream, they remember that there will be a storm and giant wave at the end of the film. They can paddle out and it'll take them home. They just have to go along with the film

They go into Big Kwami's and introduce themselves to the surfers- Adrien, Nino, Nathaniel, Myléne, Ondine, Denise, Chloé, Cosette, Aurore, Jean, Austin A, Austin Q, and Austin B- who are all perplexed by the newcomers and don't know what to do or say until Jean just hollers,

Jean: These smoothies are crazy, dudes!

Then a moment later, the bikers arrive, consisting of their leader, Marc, his cousin, Marinette, along with Alya, Ivan, Max, Kim, Alix, Sabrina, Rose, Zoé, Simon, Mireille, Reshma, Lacey, Ismael, and Austin T

Luka: Oh, my God, I love this song.

Kagami: Yeah, and Marc is obviously looking at Nathaniel every time he says, 'Cruisin' for a Bruisin'... Also, is Marinette hotter up close, or is it just me?

Luka: Oh, I was looking at Adrien, but yeah, you're right.

After the start the surf and turf war and the number, "Cruisin' for a Bruisin'", Kagami and Luka are then invited to come to a party at Big Kwami's later that night.

That evening, Luka is enjoying the vibe of the film while Kagami is becoming more stressed by the minute as they need to get back home so she doesn't miss her flight. Luka's attempts at assuring her they'll get home before that don't work, and she starts to storm off as Marinette is singing "Falling For Ya" on stage

As Kagami is about to leave, she trips on the steps because of her flip flops and falls in the arms of none other than Adrien. Seeing this, Luka turns to the stage and sees Marinette about to fall off of the stage, but then catches her, and the two leads fall in love with them

This interferes with the film's plot, and now, none of the characters are sure what to do now. To keep the movie flowing and get out, Kagami and Luka realize that they need to make Adrien and Marinette fall in love to fix things

Luka: Let's just hope Les Moth and Dr. Pavon don't mess things up.

Kagami: Right. Them... Do those villains seem out of nowhere, or is it just me?

Luka: Yes! What is up with that? I get that they have to like, make the Bikers and Surfers get along to save their friends, but why scientists who are trying to control the weather?

Kagami: And the technology seems far too advanced for a 60s film.

Luka: What about Frankenstein?

Kagami: It is based on a book, it does not count.

As Adrien and Marinette express their love for Kagami and Luka, respectively through the song "Meant to Be", they try to subtly suggest to them that there may be someone else they are really meant to be with. Though, they can't lie and say they're not smitten by their damn 60s charm

That night, Luka joins the biker boys for a sleepover/initiation now that he's dating Marinette, while Kagami hangs out with the surfer girls (And Denise) at Big Kwami's as they sing "Like Me."

With Kagami, their relationship advice doesn't match with her modern views on how a relationship should work

Chloé: Invest in a cute sundress. Guys love to see a little knee these days!

Denise: And put those baking skills to use! Feed him a pie, and he's all yours'.

Cosette: Remember to look shy. Bat your eyes and look away to get him interested.

Now, with Luka

Kim: Take the lead. The ladies like a man in control.

Ismael: Don't let 'em know how much you care, alright? You can't be soft.

Marc: Yeah, trust us. The guys will be all over you... GIRLS! Girls! I meant girls! I am heterosexual... Dudes.

Austin T: *Whispering* Nice save.

As the movie progresses, they fail to make any progress on getting Marinette and Adrien together and find themselves falling for the characters themselves. Needing to de-stress, Luka decides to join some of the surfers by the bonfire

They get a little hostile at first when they see his biker attire until Luka correctly guesses the model guitar that Austin Q is strumming, and Adrien invites him to sit with them

Adrien: So, what's a biker doing over here?

Luka: I don't know. What's a cute surfer doing inviting me to sit with him?

Adrien: It's... Wha... What?

Nino: Dude, did he just flirt with Adrien?

Nathaniel: That's... Cool?

Jean: I wanna flirt with guys!

Cosette: Fuck that. I'm flirting with girls.

As Luka plays "Meant To Be Reprise" on the guitar and sings, Adrien is just smitten and sings along as the surfers find themselves thinking about the crushes they can't have for two reasons

Meanwhile, Kagami goes to surf, and catches Marinette's eye. When she returns to the beach, she's confronted by Marinette, who asks her to teach her how to surf

Kagami, after falling off her board while giving Marinette and lesson, realizes that she and Luka are morphing into the film when she falls into the water and her hair does not get wet

Kagami: Why isn't my hair wet?!

Marinette: *Giggles* Everyone knows you don't get wet when you get in the ocean or a pool. God, you're every bit as funny as Luka says you are.

Kagami: ... He talks about me?

Marinette: Yeah... Is there something going on between you two? I-I wouldn't want to-

Kagami: I wouldn't mind if you had a crush on Luka. That is to say, if we were dating, but we're not. But, I am polyamorous, so it would not bother me if you liked Luka.

Marinette: ... Poly what?

Now back to the real issue at hand. Luka and Kagami can't get wet, and they then begin to spontaneously sing and are unable to stop, leading to a song that is nowhere in the movie's cast album, "Can't Stop Singing"

They are then captured by Les Moth and Dr. Pavon and taken to the villains' lighthouse lair before their respective dates with Adrien and Marinette on the beach

Instead, Adrien and Marinette meet. And after some awkward conversation, they find they have a bit in common. However, before they can talk some more, Adrien spots a strange signal coming from the old lighthouse. In morse code, someone's saying "Help us. Kidnapped. Kagami and Luka." Good thing his character bio says he can read morse code

They round up the bikers and surfers to convince them to save Kagami and Luka and expect some reluctance, but to their surprise

Jean: That biker taught me things I didn't think were possible! *Seizes Austin T by the face and kisses him* Hell yeah, I'm saving him!

Zoé: Sure. Fuck it. *Kisses Cosette*

Marc: I'll help you if you do two things for me. One... Quit holding my cousin's hand, pretty boy! *Adrien quickly lets go of Marinette's hand* And two!... Tell me where that cute redhead surfer is.

Nathaniel: *Giggles* Hey, cutie.

Marc: *Smirks* I'll get to you later.

Meanwhile, Kagami admits to Luka that she is glad that she ended up in the film and does not have to attend private school and live up to the expectations her mother had in place for her

When she confesses that she thinks Marinette is braver than her for stepping out of the role the movie had set for her, Luka denies that, saying that she is the bravest girl he knows. And, noticing the little tint to her cheeks when she talks about Marinette, he asks if she likes her

Kagami: ... Don't think I didn't see you almost kiss Adrien.

Luka: Okay, that's fair. But, um... He's not the only person I like.

Kagami: I know, you like Marinette. Who doesn't?

Luka: Yeah, her too. But, I also meant you.

The surfers and bikers storm the lighthouse and in a typical queer teenager fashion, they trash the place with weapons they somehow obtained, and make out on top of the expensive equipment as Elvis plays in the background and disarm the machine... But now it's gonna explode

They escape just seconds before it explodes, and the scene takes them back to the beach. The film's plot returns to normal, and Luka and Kagami realize they are able to return home

Kagami: ... Fuck it. *Kisses Adrien and then Marinette*

Luka: Well, if she's doing it. *Kisses Adrien and then Marinette*

Austin A: Wait, we can just like, date more than one person? That's a thing people do?!

After saying goodbye to everyone, Kagami and Luka get on their surfboard and return to the real world, where no time has passed since they left. Kagami successfully surfs the 40-foot wave without getting dragged into a movie, and all is well... But, Tamika's upset about her delaying her flight

Kagami stands up to her aunt, telling her to stop trying to impress her sister when she's no longer around and to finally take the weight off of her shoulders. It takes a bit of convinving, but Tamika relents and agrees to let her continue her education in France.

Now all is well, and Kagami and Luka start dating

*Post Credits*

*Drenched and coughing up water, the bikers and surfers drag themselves onto the beach*

Marc: Guys! Guys, my hair is wet!

Alya: WHAT THE HELL?! So is mine!

Chloé: My mascara is running!

Kim: My beautiful quiff! Someone get me some grease!

Nathaniel: Why is it so hot outside?! It's boiling!

Austin A: Ew! The water tastes like salt!

Modern surfer: Hey, dudes. Are you lost? You're like totally wiggin' out, bruh.

Bikers/Surfers: ...

Sabrina: ... Hello. What year do you come from?

Modern Surfer: ... It's 2015. Seriously, do you need to call someone? *Holds up a flat phone, and the bikers and surfers scream*

Adrien: This is a phone? *Slowly takes it* Where's the dial?

Marinette: Maybe you open it?

Phone: You have one new message.

Bikers/Surfers: *Scream again*

Max: Guys... There's a woman inside of it.

Cosette: What sort of witchery is this?

*They crowd around Adrien as he taps the screen, and they scream at the image of Jagged Stone as the Home Screen*

Marc: Men can wear makeup?!

Jean: I am in awe of the future! *Sees a bunch of tan shirtless guys* And the awe continues.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #answered ask #ask me stuff #mlb au #mlb ocs #Adrilukagaminette #teen beach movie #disney

[peerlessscowl]

The one place Linus could say he actually enjoyed at this blasted school was the training area. All things considered, it was pretty nice -- good weapons to choose from, lots of room and plenty of options when it came to opponents. Sure, he couldn't get as carried away here as back home, but at least it wasn't boring like most of the places within Garreg Mach.

In fact...

Someone was already going through their paces by the time Linus strolled up. Analyzing someone's fighting style for the fun and knowledge of it was more of Lloyd's thing, but the closer Linus watched this guy move, the more he started to catch some familiar techniques. The way the blade was handled, the footwork, things like that. To someone who didn't care or didn't have the experience, it probably all looked very similar.

But there were some things that you picked up in certain places, and what he was seeing was not incredibly common in Fodlan.

No, this was very familiar, indeed.

Grinning, now even more excited at the prospect of a good spar, Linus didn't hesitate to grab an axe and get way too into this guy's space. There was absolutely enough room on the field to do his own routine by himself, so he was making it clear from the get go, he wanted he good throw down and he wasn't going to be denied.

"Hey, hot stuff, wanna go a round or two with somethin' more solid than trainin' dummies? Promise I'll make it worth your while," Linus interrupted with absolutely no tact, tongue running over his canine teeth in anticipation.

Redheads were always fun to play with.

Cruisin' for a Bruisin'

Raven had a very particular routine designed around making sure he spoke to as few people as possible. He ate his meals at the very start or the very end of meal times, if he didn't take them in his dorm; he arrived to his token classes just barely on time and left the second he was able; he took no devotions in the cathedral, nor spent any time in the library; and most importantly, he trained before the sun came up. 

It was less an austere life than it was a careful one. His reputation wasn't so weighty in Elibe that his face might trigger a response, but he could certainly not allow anything to slip out. He wasn't here for friends; he was here for family. 

So he often found himself working through his paces in the training lot, early as sin, working through his daily routine in his head as he spun, sliced, swiped at the training dummies. 

It wasn't as fun as it sounded, but it was what he had. 

Today, though, was some festival or other, and so every inch of the monastery had been packed: from pilgrims receiving benedictions in the cathedral, to the kitchen preparing feasts, to the hallways themselves, with students simply milling about. One delay in his routine led to another, to another, to another, and in the end he weighed the decision in his mind to forgo training altogether, or to suck it up and hope that his supposed surly ambiance was enough to intimidate the students into leaving him the fuck alone. 

He opted for the latter with a sigh, taking up the clumsy training sword and claiming one of the battered spinning dummies farthest from the entrance. He went through one routine, dissatisfied, made a few adjustments to accommodate for the frankly garbage weapon, tried again. 

By the time he felt the presence, the other man had already infiltrated his space, and Raven had enough presence of mind to be taken aback – this lunk managed to slip by almost unnoticed? Are you serious? 

He skipped away from the dummy to get his back away from the intruder, taking him in with narrowed eyes: broad, taller than he was though not by too much, and a gaze that said killerkillerkiller. He had seen that look before, and he was sure that if anyone looked close enough they would see the same in him.

With the momentum of his backstep, Raven allowed the training sword to continue swinging, bringing it to halt just before the apple of the man's throat. 

He said nothing, his body loose and at the ready, eyes bright with the promise of violence.

#in character #thread: cruisin' for a bruisin' #interaction: justicefanged

[pararennial-archived]

She would have thought Vi's awe-inspiring aura could ward off anything within twenty feet of them. Most have withered under his caustic verbosity and learned their lesson immediately after crossing his path at the wrong place and wrong time. And by wrong place and wrong time, it's likely at the mall after he found out his favourite place for pretzels went out of business and never got the memo. This, she knew much about him.

And thus, she almost snorts when she spots a sinister pair of glowing eyes lurking just beyond the halo of a faded yellow streetlight. It looks like someone, or something, wanted to take its chances with the two of them. Perhaps it was the demon Vi mentioned earlier, one that has been terrorizing residents and borrowing it's way into the collective conscience of the neighbourhood. Either way, it will be vanquished. The method of exorcism, questionable but it will be done.

❝Hey, Vi, looks like somebody's cruisin' for a bruisin'. Say we give them a proper welcome?❞

@moonspower

#moonspower #‵ *.: ⚘ :.*・❨ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 ❩・ ⏤ this is the fine line i stand amid the roar. ′ #lol this demon's about to get roasted

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Mission of Mercy: One

“Where’s she headed?” Bucky asked watching the woman loading the back of her small SUV with a duffle bag and assorted odds and ends.

She was a friend of Sam’s, one from his days at the VA, Bucky knew, but he couldn’t remember her name. Sam had got her the gig with SHEILD. I guess he figured they all needed counseling. Or a team mom. Or whatever it was she did. Outreach, Bucky figured. Generating good PR. 

“Looks like a mission of Mercy,” Sam said with a small, slightly sad smile. Bucky looked at him for explanation and Sam sighed, instantly looking sadder and a few years older. 

“She’s a third generation Army Brat,” Sam explained. “Dad never came home from Desert Storm and Brother didn’t come back from… whatever the fuck he was doing. Mom was a VA nurse before she retired… So Y/N knows a lot of grumpy old fucks that don’t like to leave their houses. She makes rounds a few times a week still, for the people she’s known since she was just a kid. Friends of her dad’s, some cousins twice removed.”

Bucky exhaled slowly and nodded. That he hadn’t known. He’d never really paid that much attention to you. But now he looked again. You were packing down styrofoam coolers with what looked like milk, eggs, cheese, and assorted lunch meat. And you had a few labeled boxes of cans. A couple cases of beer… That made Bucky smile a little. And he could respect what you were doing. 

“Y/N!” Sam called across the motor pool, “Who’s on your list?”

“Joe, Rocky, and Cooksy, at least for today,” you answer, “Mac and Wild man are still in the nursing home for rehab.”

“Joe, huh?” Sam said walking over, Bucky trailing after him looking confused.

“You wanting to go along?” you ask, smiling, tightening the ratchet straps that held the styrofoam coolers in place.

“That old man still owes me a rematch,” Sam said grinning. 

“Rematch in what?” Bucky asked, catching a case of beer that had started to slide of it’s perch and slotting it carefully into an open space for you. 

“Dice,” you snort, “Sam swears he cheats.” You give Bucky a smile of thanks and slot a small gift bag in next to the case and Bucky has to look away from you. His face feels hot and he feels like you’re looking through him. So he looks at your hands. Work roughened. Nails bitten to the quick. Useful hands. Not just ornaments at the ends of your wrists. Efficient. 

“He Does!” Sam’s voice breaks through Bucky’s distraction and jolts him back to the world. Back out of his head. And for that, Bucky is momentarily grateful. And a scolding gasp from you immediately makes him too aware. 

“Get off my bread you fucking heathen,” you grouse, only half playing as you give Sam a shove away from a bag.

“My bad,” Sam said, quickly, holding his hands up in surrender, “You got a minute though?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “Go get your stuff. I don’t want to wake Joe up before he’s ready.”

Sam gives you a grin and trots off and Bucky sighs, mentally trying to figure out what to do with the rest of his day. He didn’t want to assume he was going. 

“Joe did intelligence work during WWII,” you tell him, “You guys can always swap some bullshit stories… If you want to come.”

Bucky looked at you. You aren’t looking at him, instead you’re leaning on the bumper of your car and looking somewhere not quite the middle distance, but at something, anything else. And he can’t decide if you’re nervous or just awkward. And he can’t decide how he feels about making you nervous. He was nervous. His palms felt clammy and the rolling in his stomach couldn’t decide if it wanted to be butterflies or hornets. 

“Joe won’t mind?” Bucky asked. 

“A friend of mine is a friend of his,” you say, and Bucky can see that the corner of your mouth is upturned in a smile. “He’s a cousin… kind of.”

“Kind of?”

“He’s a cousin of a friend of my mom’s… He used to look after me sometimes when mom had to run a night shift.”

Bucky nodded, “That-” he couldn’t decide if that was “nice,” or “Cool,” or “weird.” 

“He taught me how to draw in three point perspective, gamble, and make a decent martini,” you say, and Bucky can hear the fondness in your voice. “Most importantly I guess, he never let me be a weirdo by myself.”

Bucky let himself chuckle. And when you chanced looking up at him, the rolling in his stomach decided it was butterflies. 

You were smiling. The kind of smile that would be seductive outlines in red. But right now? With no make up on and your hair falling out of a haphazard ponytail? You looked like a kid about to cause trouble. And he wanted to see what trouble that was going to be. 

Sam retuned before Bucky could formulate something flirty to say. Something that wouldn’t sound too dirty or too corny. Something that might make you swoon a little... though. As you swore at Sam across the motorpool telling him to hurry the fuck up, Bucky doubted very much that you had ever swooned in your life. But he could absolutely see that having a grumpy old man baby sit you had had some other amusing outcomes. 

Swear words didn’t look like they fit you. Your mouth was too sweet looking and the words were too blunt and ugly. It looked like they would fit wrong and come out worse. But. The way you said them was so casual. As if you had never not said them. And that… For some reason, tickled Bucky. He likes smart girls. He liked girls with a temper. And listening to you bicker with Sam just… It definitely burst some more butterflies out of their cocoons. It was nice, Sam having to put up with a smart mouth instead of being the one to dish it out. 

__________

The drive was fine. 

Sam didn’t even complain about the music you played. A blend that gave Bucky whiplash and something of a headache behind his eyes. But. That wasn’t your fault. A lot of the music past his own time did that. 

The Audio bombast of discordant sounds and coded meanings of the ever evolving slang was… a lot. So he mostly focused on the scenery. The cars. The people. The sky. The architecture. That helped. Some things about New York would probably never really change. There were more people now. Fewer dresses and more people in pants… And fewer roving packs of kids. But. It felt the same.

It wasn’t until he was standing on the doorstep. He and Sam looming over you like bodyguards that he noticed differences. The lack of washing hung out to dry. The consistent low hum of multiple air conditioners. The lack of kid noises. The lack of… community. The way everyone was together, and apart simultaneously. 

But when the door swung open slowly, and Bucky was greeted by a little old man. One with thick glasses, a bald head, and stooped shoulders. A neck that made him look like a turtle… A sudden warmth washed over him. 

“There’s my favorite ray of Sunshine,” he said, pulling you into an unembarrassed hug. The kind men in his time reserved for their mothers and beloved children. “And my second favorite pain in the ass!” he said, rasping a laugh as he clasped Sam’s hand in his. 

“I moved up a spot,” Sam chuckled.

 “Eh, the neighbor’s dog died last week,” Joe said, giving Bucky a steady, appraising look.

“Aww, Bear died?” you say sadly, “poor old man… How’s Irene doing with it?”

Joe turned back towards you and chucked you under the chin gently with a small smile. Bucky didn’t miss the tears that had welled up, and evidently, neither had the old man. “She’s heart broke,” he said, “But, she told me to tell you he loved the blanket and it made his last couple weeks more cozy.”

Joe stepped back and ushered you into the house, letting you pass him to go and quietly pull yourself back together, Bucky figured. The butterflies in his stomach catching a sudden chill. 

“Who’s he?” Joe asked, arms folding across his scrawny chest as he straightened himself to his full height… or as close to it as he could manage.

“Winter Soldier,” Sam said grinning, clapping him on the shoulder before going to get the stuff you had for him out of your trunk.

“No shit?” Joe said, adjusting his glasses.

“No shit,” Sam answered, calling over his shoulder. 

“Well Son,” he said to Bucky, “Come on in. I gotta add a bottle of Jack to my grocery list… it looks like I lost a bet.”

And Bucky can’t help it. He laughs.

In the Hall, just inside the door, Bucky  can hear you rattling around. It sounds like dishes being done. And maybe a broom being used and Joe shakes his head. “She’ll make someone a nice wife some day, but fuck if I know what kind of man could handle her.”

Bucky wasn’t sure if that was for him to hear or just Joe Musing to himself out loud, but he smiled anyway and followed him inside. On the walls, there were pictures. Covered bridges, flower gardens, portraits… Presumably of people that the old man knew. Or had known. And the smell of dust and old paper. Decades of smoke from meals cooked and packs of cigarettes. It smelled like age. A sepia tone that mellowed and dulled all the colors around him. But somehow there was nothing harsh. Or forbidding. 

“Will you sit down?” The old man groused, “I have a broad that comes in and does all that shit.”

“Then you’re paying her too much because she ain’t been doin’ it right, old man,” you tell him over your shoulder as you rinse a plate. 

“Bah,” Joe said, flapping his hands at you. Clearly realizing that this wasn’t a fight he could win as he lowered himself into his spot at the kitchen table. “Siddown, son,” he said to Bucky, “Take a load off and let these stupid kids do the grunt work.”

“Kids,” Sam scoffed, putting boxes on the counter with an eye roll as he nudged you.

“I hear him,” you snort. “Careful old man,” you tease, “You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin and at your age, replacement parts are hard to come by.”

“Listen Heifer,” Joe said, eyes dancing behind his thick glasses, “If you wanna kick my old ass, you better pack a lunch.”

You shake your head, and pull the top off a styrofoam cooler, “I got your lunch meat and some eggs. That was it right?”

“Yup,” Joe said, “How much do I owe you?”

“A Dr. Pepper,” you answer over your shoulder, making Joe give you a stern look. 

“Young Lady-”

“You’re not giving me money, ya old coot,” you say, more fond than scolding as you kiss the top of his bald head.

“The hell I’m not-”

“I’ll tell momma and she’ll have both our asses. Me for taking the money and you for payin’ me.”

“She’s got you there Joe,” Sam said, grinning. 

“You shaddup,” Joe said grumpily, eyeing your back. And Bucky could see he was trying to gauge how likely it was that he could slip you some money without you knowing you’d been given any. Bucky grinned and Caught Sam’s eye before bumping the table with his knee to get the old man’s attention.

Once the Old man’s sharp eyes had fixed on him, Bucky glanced meaningfully towards the coat rack. Where your jacket hung so conveniently.And Joe followed his gaze, he grinned and touched his nose in acknowledgement. 

“Don’t you fuckin’ do it,” you say not turning around. 

And Joe made a silent “rats” gesture, before sticking his tongue out at your back

#Bucky Barnes #soft bucky #sam wilson #falcon #Winter Soldier #bucky fluff #Bucky x reader fluff #swearing

[teaboot]

Shit my mom say:

• Lord love a duck, child

• Everybody out of the pool

• Sorry to rain on your parade

• Lord suffer'n sheep dip

• Pull that lip in before a bird takes a shit on it

• It's hotter than a pig in a porta potty

• Floor cookie

• Someone's cruisin' for a bruisin'

• Get down off of there before you split your skull open

• Keep doing what you're doing, just remember we are four hours from the nearest hospital

• What in the Sam Hell

• Gimme forty acres and I'll turn this rig around

• Sounds like someone is walking home

• I put you into this world, I'll take you out of it

• Time to hustle your bustle

• Get your rear in gear

• What on God's green earth

• Jesus Mary and Joseph, what's your grandpa up to now

• Wish in one hand, shit in the other- see which gets filled first

• Six'a one; half dozen of the other.

• Alright kids, tuck 'n' roll

• Looks like you bumped your noggin

• Move your kiester

• You make a better door than a window

• Potatoes are proof of a loving God

• Madder'n a wet hen

• Honey, can you help your father before he has a conniption?

• Don't pitch a bitch fit

• Walk it off

• Don't make me come up there

• Oh, lord

[mudhornchronicles]

dreamboat | greaser!frankie | part three

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pairing: frankie morales x f!reader; greaser!frankie x f!reader

warnings: violence, mentions of racism towards latinos, cursing

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Frankie has been in this cold and dark cement cell for what feels like months – it has been 19 hours. It was only 3 in the afternoon and would be in this cell until 5 when his mother got off work. He may have been 18 years old, but the sheriff did not care – especially being Frankie. Frankie would not stop pacing to and from one side of the 6-foot by 8-foot jail cell and the sheriff was getting quite annoyed.

“Frankie, ya want a metal cup to rattle against the bars or will ya quit bein’ dramatic? Stop pacin’ or you’ll make a hole through the cement, kid.” Frankie stops pacing and looks at the sheriff sitting at the desk situated in front of the holding cell. “Ya actin’ like ya goin’ to federal prison. Tu madre viene por ti a las cinco, hijo. Relajate.”

Your mother is coming for you at 5, son. Relax.

Frankie sits on the floor, putting his head in his hands. He lets out a sigh as he rubs his face. He looks back up at the smiling sheriff and raises an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

The sheriff takes a drink of his coffee and nods his head over at Frankie. “You are kid. Ya only got in a fight; ya didn’t hold up a bank.” He reaches in his desk’s cabinet and pulls out a silver flask. He pours a generous amount of a golden liquid in his coffee and goes to close the flask. He tuts as he looks back at the steaming black liquid and pours some more whiskey. This causes Frankie to laugh at the sheriff he came to know and like. The sheriff stands and walks over to Frankie, his mug of coffee in one hand and dragging his chair with the other. He places the chair in front of Frankie’s cell and takes a seat. He takes a swig of his coffee and looks at Frankie.

“I hope ya know your mom is goin’ to have a cow when I tell her why you’re in here.”

Frankie smirks and nods. “Ya ain’t tell her, yet?”

“What? That ya gave Oberyn a beatin’ ‘cause he was givin’ ya shit? Hell, that little bastard deserved it. If I don’t tell ya mom, you will.”

“Yeah? Well he was cruisin’ for a bruisin’. He should’a seen it comin’. Next time I see that cat, he’s gettin’ more than a couple’a shiners,” Frankie huffed. All he was able to give Oberyn was a good black eye and a couple of other bruises. The sheriff got called the second the boys went outside. He knew Rosie must have called the sheriff, but Frankie couldn’t be mad. The boys promised Rosie that there would be no confrontations in front of the diner – they did not do that last night. “Why I gotta tell my mom for? Aint you the sheriff? Shouldn’t ya be the one to tell ‘er why I’m in the can?”

The sheriff takes a deep breath and sighs. “Frankie, listen to me.” Frankie scoffs and rolls his eyes, waiting for the sheriff’s spiel about being responsible for his mother’s sake.

The sheriff sits straight and places his mug on the floor. He clears his throat and speaks to Frankie in the tone Frankie knows to shut up and listen. “Francisco, you listen here you little shit. You been in this very cell three times now, Tom having the record of 38, and ya feel like what? Ya feel like ya cool or somethin’? Ya mom already don’t like the friends ya hang with, except for Santiago. Ya think she likes seein’ you behind these,” the sheriff bangs on the metal bars for emphasis, “bars here? Now, I ain’t ya daddy, son. Nobody will ever compare to the man ya father was, but I know good and damn well he wouldn’t wanna see his only kid behind these bars. That man fought too fuckin’ hard for you and ya momma for you to be fuckin’ up ya life.”

Frankie stands up and leans against the cell, holding a metal bar in each hand. “’The fuck ya on about? You said it ya’self! I just got in’a fight. How’s that fuckin’ up my life?”

The sheriff stands up and gets close to Frankie. “Watch ya tone with me, boy. I ain’t one of your little friends to be gettin’ an attitude with, got it? You know that little betty you had ‘round ya arm? Her momma don’t like ya. Her momma got her head way up her ass, she don’t like anyone whose shoes aren’t new every day.”

Frankie chuckles at this.

“Hell she don’t even like me very much and I’m the law. Ya think she wants her daughter ridin’ round town with ya? Ya like her right? The more you get behind these bars, the further you get from her, you got it?”

Frankie nods as he walks away from the sheriff and sits on the concrete bench with a slump. The sheriff lets out a sigh and drags his chair back to the desk, taking a big gulp of his coffee. He grabs his newspaper and flicks it to straighten it out. He looks at Frankie and frowns. He decides to give Frankie one last piece of advice – something he promised himself he’d never use but he knew the young man needed to hear it.

“Francisco,” he says to catch Frankie’s attention. He continues even if Frankie doesn’t look at him, he knows he’s listening. “Tu padre murió por ti. El murió para que tu vivieras la vida que deseabas. Yo sé que este estilo de vida no es para ti y si lo eliges, entonces tu padre murió por nada.”

Frankie’s head snaps up and watches as the sheriff stands and walks out for a smoke. Frankie knew the sheriff wanted to leave the room for air because he would always smoke inside. From this moment to a quarter after 5, Frankie remained silent and still as he pondered on what the sheriff had said to him.

Your father died for you. He died so you could live the life you wanted. I know this lifestyle is not for you and if you choose it, then your father died for nothing.

As much as he wanted to cry and fight the sheriff, Frankie knew that the sheriff spoke only truth. Frankie’s father would have been incredibly disappointed, which only hurts Frankie the more he thought of it. The sheriff said that his father died for him and it’s true. If his father would have put Frankie’s name on that sign up, Frankie would have been dead by now. Instead of drafting 18-year old’s as stated, the US became desperate and sent off 16-year old’s with the promise of compensation for their families – that didn’t ever happen.

Frankie heard rapid heels clicking coming from the corridor and he knew it was his mother.

“Francisco Morales! ¿En qué pendejada te metiste ahora? Fue por ese Thomas, verdad? Ni se te ocurra mentirme.”

Francisco Morales! What bullshit did you get into this time? It was because of that Thomas, right? Do not even think about lying to me.

“Hi Mom.” Frankie sadly says. His mother holds up one finger at Frankie and turns to the sheriff. She offers him a tired smile and a quick hug.

“Ahora que hizo, Javier? Por favor dime que me lo puedo llevar a casa.”

What did he do now, Javier? Please tell me I can take him home.

Frankie hears his mother say. She sounds as if she’s about to burst into tears, her voice pleading and shaky. Frankie immediately feels a wave of guilt wash over him. He saw his mother break apart when they lost his father and was thrown as being the sole breadwinner – he couldn’t put her through pain again.

“Yes, Monica, you can take him. He just had a run in with that Oberyn kid again.” Frankie’s mother lets her head fall back as she groans. She looks back at Frankie and shakes her head.

“How many times do I have to tell you to ignore that boy, Frankie? He isn’t worth getting into it with. Did Tom throw you into it? He can never fight his own battles and he threw Santiago in last time. Pope’s lucky Javier called me and not his mom - poor woman would have a heart attack.”

Frankie shakes his head. “No mom. I got myself in it.” Frankie looks at Javier, the sheriff, and Javier gives him an assuring nod. “The boys and I took the new girl in town out to Rosie’s and Oberyn decided to ruin the night as usual. He just got out the can so he was lookin’ for a fight I guess.”

His mother and Javier stride over to Frankie. Javier unlocks the cell, allowing Frankie to come out and hug his mother. His mother gives him a kiss on the cheek and holds his face in her hands.

“Francisco, I know you thought you were doing the right thing. Did Oberyn lay a hand on the girl?”

“If I hadn’t punched him, he probably would’ve.”

Monica, his mother, gives her son a warm smile. “If you got in here for defending someone because you thought it was the right thing to do, then okay. I suppose what done is done, but I never want to see you behind bars ever again. Tal vez tengas 18 años, pero todavia te doy una paliza, cabrón.” she jokes - well half-jokes.

You may be 18 years old, but I’ll still beat your ass, dumbass.

As Frankie and his mother collect his things and sign the necessary paperwork, Javier calls for Frankie’s attention. He simply tells him “remember our little talk, Frankie. I ain’t try’na see you behind those bars again.”

A little talk Frankie will always remember and think about every day.

Frankie knew he should be going to his fifth and sixth periods, but he had already missed the first four, so why they hell not miss. He wanted to because he wanted to see you after the fiasco, but he was nervous. You saw him fight, get arrested, and get dragged away by Javier. He saw your eyes widen and fill with fear when he spat out blood and get put into handcuffs.

“So ‘Fish… where’s that little dolly of yours? You two get it on yet?” Redfly says. “Oh wait… ya been in the can!” The Bandits all laugh and Santiago slaps his knee while Will wheezes at the thought of Frankie in jail. Frankie takes a drag of his cigarette, staring at his friends and offering an eye roll.

“Alright laugh it up. I made it out, didn’t I?”

“yeah,” Santiago starts, “that’s only cause Javi likes us. If it were Oberyn in there, Javi would’a still had his ass locked up.” Pope gives his best friend a slap on the shoulder paired with a laugh and a quick just kiddin’ buddy.

The bell rings and the sea of people wave into the hallways. The boys bid farewell to each other, Will and Frankie walking to their class together. Will was the first to spot you in the crowd of people. He saw you walk with a student you had all your classes with; Maxwell Lorenzano, or Max Lord as he liked to be called now. The Bandits knew him, they knew him very well.

Max was a soc kid who would hang out with the other popular socs, but in actuality, Max was another Latino kid whose family were more like the Bandits. Both of his parents were greasers, and they knew what it was like to work hard yet not have a lot. His father worked all the time as a mechanic and his mother was a stay-at-home mom. His dad was always working on a motorcycle that would become his son’s first ride, but then something in Max changed. His whole life, Max wore a leather jacket and slicked back hair, not caring what the world thought of him, but as the times went on, the bullying got worse.

Just like Frankie, Max’s family was not always welcomed, but his aunt’s family was. His aunt was a greaser too, but her husband was a complete socialite. His family created and owned an oil business which allowed them to want for nothing. When Max saw the acceptance his aunt had received from her in-laws, it was a flipped switch. He asked to work with his uncle to learn all about the business. His uncle was elated to find out his nephew wanted to leave the “delinquent” life and become a businessman. Max’s face was plastered on the company’s ads and the popular kids wanted to be friends with him. He was accepted as a soc and even though his parents were upset, Max wasn’t entirely honest at school.

Max still worked on his dad’s motorcycle project. He still had his leather jackets and wore them at private family gatherings. He still knew the slang and attitude. He was still loyal to the people who liked him for him.

Max and The Bandits looked after each other as brothers. Even though he was not officially a member, Max had his BANDITS leather jacket at home, hung and clean. In order to keep his soc image at school, Max and the boys pretended to hate each other. Max pretended to be disgusted with their way of life and would throw insults here and there when the other kids would.

When Max saw Will and Frankie coming their way, Will gave him a discreet nod and Max reciprocated.

“Look what the cat dragged in… a couple of worthless hoodlums.” Max said. He turns to you and says, “C’mon, you shouldn’t associate yourself with these… things.” You look up and meet Frankie’s beautiful eyes. He seemed as if he wanted to jump out and say something to you but couldn’t.

“Don’t get yourself twisted up, Lord. Your little petty pants will wrinkle,” Will snickers.

Max rolls his eyes at him. “Move out of our way, Miller. We’ll be late.”

Will laughs and moves out of the way and gestures for him to walk. “C’mon, Polo. Keep it movin’.”

As you walk past the boys, Will offers a quick hey and you answer with a smile. You walk away, but Frankie calls you by name, causing you to stop and take a breath. You ask Max to give you a minute, him checking his watch and agreeing. You walk up Frankie and look at him, silently asking him to continue.

“I… I- Hi. How are you?” Frankie sputters out. He mentally slaps his forehead and cursing at himself. Is that the best he can do?

“I’m doing fine, thanks.” you quietly say.

Frankie tries to put together a mix of words, but none of it is coherent. Will lets out a loud and obnoxious sigh and puts his arm around Frankie’s shoulders.

“Catfish here wanna know if you wanna hang with’im after school. How ‘bout it sweetheart? The guy just got out the can and in need of company.” You raise an eyebrow at Will.

In need of company?

Max lets out a sarcastic laugh and walks to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you away.

“Her mother would have her head if she were caught with you guys again. You already got her in trouble once; no need for it to happen again.”

You look back at Frankie, silently apologizing, but in the end, Max was right.

When you got home that night, Will assured you that nobody would talk about it. The next day, your mother came back furious and you were ultimately grounded for being seen with those boys. Your father was not too happy either, but was mainly concerned about your safety, which was a valid concern. Your mother demanded for you to never talk to Frankie or she would have to take action.

What action? You were not too sure.

No matter how hard Frankie tried to talk to you, Max would either pull you away saying he needed your help, or your teacher would ask him to quiet down. Frankie was not one to give up, but he also did not want to be a pain in your side. He felt as if the odds were against him, but he was going to get you to talk to him one way or another – at least a single hello in the hallway so he does not feel as if he messed up entirely.

It was now Wednesday, and The Bandits sat at one of the outside tables by the cafeteria. They “joked” with people, rough housed as usual, having a good day so far, but when the soc table kept staring, the boys didn’t feel so cheery.

“Fuck ya lookin’ at, soc? You got a starin’ problem?” Tom yells.

“You should get daddy’s money to check that out,” Benny continues. Frankie turns in his seat and looks at the group of the popular rich kids sitting at the opposite table from them. He lets out a sigh, letting it pour out of his nose, as he sees you sitting next to Max at that same table. When he gets a chance to really see you, he sees red.

Michael, the school’s top athlete, has his arm around you and you appear to be uncomfortable – something Frankie never wanted to do. You look around awkwardly as Michael stands up and confidently walks over to the boys, other soc boys in tow.

“Look here boys. A bunch of nothings thinking they’re something,” Michael says. The soc boys all laugh and Tom remains tall, chest puffed out.

“Ya better watch what ya sayin, Mikey. Wouldn’t want ya to get hurt.” Tom rebuttles.

Two of the boys behind Michael walk up to the Miller brothers, a bit shorter than the two but still reeking of false confidence.

“You three must be tired of carrying these two brown boys, huh? Always quiet and only get involved when they’re forced.”

Max walks over to Michael, you trailing behind him, and tells Michael to stop and to come back to the table. Michael refuses, asking Max if he is worried about him hurting his own kind. You gasp and get in front of Max, facing Michael.

“How dare you? You dare call Max a friend and still, you berate him and these boys,” you start, motioning to the Bandits, “because they aren’t “your kind?” I’ll have you know that these boys are some of the most intelligent people I have ever met, a lot smarter than you.”

“Is that so, sweetheart? You think these delinquents are worth getting in trouble?” To this, you give him a confused look. “You think your mom hasn’t gone around rambling about how her daughter was seen with the worst kids in town? These guys bring their parents shame. Well… except Francisco over there… he got his old man killed.”

Michael barely got his final word out before he was on the floor holding his bleeding jaw Santiago caused. Santiago grabbed his hand in pain; it was a while since he punched someone so suddenly like that. No matter the pain, he wasn’t about to let the spoilt rich kid get away with insulting his best friend and his best friend’s father.

You look over to Frankie, who is still sitting at the bench stone faced. How could he just sit there after Michael insulted him and his father? You go to walk to him but Max pulls you, walking away telling you that you’ll talk to him later.

“I’m taking you home after school, okay? Michael called a meeting after school and I told him I’ll be there when I get you home,” Max explained. He talked fast and seemingly out of breath. He knew something was going to go down – no one drops Michael like that without consequences.

“Why are you worried? Max, is something going to happen?” You ask. He looks around and explains to you what has happened when Michael wants revenge. From legal actions to physically hurting someone, Michael will stop at nothing to make himself look strong and important. Max just told you to be careful and to stay inside.

And something must have happened because Max came knocking down your door and asking your mother if it was okay if he took you around town. Your mother oddly was happy to agree and Max piled you in the car. He drove fast and parked inside a green home’s garage. For a second, you were terrified that Max was forced to bring you to Michael, but soon let out a breath of relief when you saw Will come into the garage and greet you.

“Alright, Maxie,” Will said. “What is so important and secretive that you called us all here and brought her along?” Frankie adjusted his hat, a baseball cap that suited him quiet well, and played with his hands.

“We have to hide Frankie’s car. Now.” Max stated rapidly.

Frankie’s head shot up and the boys all together threw questions as to why we had to temporarily get rid of Frankie’s car.

“Max. What are we hiding my dad’s car for?” Frankie asks. His voice is quiet and laced with worriedness.

Max takes a deep breath and apologetically looks straight into Frankie’s eyes.

“Michael’s planning on crushing your car.”

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[eimi-yosei]

A really concerning convo I overheard in my Double-French Class one time

Boy: So I saw this girl at my bus stop earlier, and when I tell you she was skinny, she was almost too skinny-

Girl: Could you see her bones?

Boy: Well, no- but-

Girl: Well then she wasn't skinny.

Hey @everyone , you don't have to be able to see your bones for my guys/gals/my non-binary pals to like you. You're completely perfect the way you are. If anyone tries to tell you differently, they're wrong. Doesn't matter if they're your parent(s), significant other(s), best friends, a complete stranger- even yourself. If it's negative and isn't helpful, it's not 'advice' worth knowledging.

Plus, if someone only likes you because of how many atoms are in your boy at a specific time, and not who you are as a person, they're cruisin' for a bruisin', mi amigo. Their opinion is worth as much as the pile of dog crap you accidentally stepped on that one time.

Look, I get that it's not the best thing in the world to be extremely overweight, as it most likely will cause problems in the future if it's not causing problems already. But there's a difference between being a healthy weight and literally starving yourself. If you're trying to lose weight, be sensible on which category you're planning on falling into. Stay safe! >:'D

Also, since I know only a maximum of like- six people will see this, I hope that whoever does- thinks about it, I guess? I don't know- I can't control y'all- just- try to catch yourself when you say or think something negative about your weight, appearance, intelligence, self-worthiness, whatever. You are better than no one, and no one is better than you. You're awesome, and no one has the right to deny that.

Signing off for now, Eimi >:D

#tw anorexia #disordered eating tw #eating disoder thoughts #motivational? #bro idk #text post #writing #only tagged with writing so more people see this- sorry doods ;'0 #not not really >:) #this has been in my drafts for weeks #anyways #how y'all doin #B) #ight bye #eimi-yosei

[lesbiannshit]

reasons teen beach movie is arguably the best Disney channel original movie ever:

the music slaps. look at me and tell me you hate cruisin' for a bruisin' or fallin' for ya. you can't.

the villains at the best villains ever. they're dumb and stupid and I love them.

the characters are all bi. watch the movie. it's very clear. there is no way tanner is straight it's not mathematically possibly.

the plot is so bad and the characters know it makes no sense which makes it infinitely funnier.

the characters that are from the movie in teen beach movie are so basic and movie-like which makes them so funny.

the movie they enter is called Wet Side Story which is freakin awesome

lines like "why does she need a boy to be happy?" "because it's 1962!?" or "I mean, that's why they're called beaches! they're meant to be walked on!"

Maia Mitchell's facial expressions in any given song. they're hilarious and iconic.

the character development is somehow pretty solid. even the villains. yes, they have a character arc. kind of. really they just become self aware that they're in a movie.

Ross Lynch's character's obsession with Wet Side Story is relatable. he knows everything about the movie. and I mean everything.

the dance numbers are fun. in surf's up they have a beach ball part and they all hit them up in the air and for a split second you can see that someone missed the ball and it's just sitting on the ground sadly.

the fact that they got the leads to fall for them and then epically failed but succeeded at setting the leads up will never not be funny.

like they tried to set them up through song and it was such a bad plan

but then the leads got together on their own by standing on a beach

Lela is the best character because she's like obviously not straight and she's badass

also Maia's character and Ross' teaching everyone how to respect women is awesome

and to end this my favorite line in the entire movie: "your mother must be so proud" "I'm just like her, you know. I even have her eyes. I let her keep the rest of her face though. You only have one mother"

#teen beach movie #movie review #disney #disney channel #disney channel original movie #this movie is so good #ross lynch #maia mitchell #lela ia the best character you can fight me on that #i could never hate this movie #movie

[sunnixsunshine]

Here they are, my interpretation of the 2p!Face family! Next are Vargas boys!

I decided to keep 2p!England and America close to the popular incarnations(Oliver and Allan) in the fandom since I really liked those versions still. When I think of France’s opposite I think of a man who’s succumbed to his age despite being immortal; he’s lost all hope in romance, he’s lost any ounce of care for his looks and no longer cares for judgement. He’s just a tired old man. I took a lot inspiration for Canada’s 2P from that one strip where Seychelles takes notice of him and he gets very confident and even tries to flaunt himself to be noticed even further-- just taken up by a billion notches even beyond 1p!America’s canon levels of flare.

Their bios and names under the cut!

• 2p!England

Henry Kirkland(homage to King Henry VII); often referred to as Hen as in Mother Hen.

Much too cheerful for everyone's liking. He often makes too much of his tasty confections and ends up giving them away as presents to his fellow nations or the neighborhood. He's even known to kindly give some to the queen who absolutely cannot get enough! Especially his cakes! Although he's a very nice fellow he's a bit too nosey. He's always over someone's shoulder watching or reading what the other is doing. No one really takes offense however. He doesn't rat anyone out in case it may be a secret. In fact he's got very tight lips! He's kept a very important secret about France under wraps for decades now and has no plans of spilling it now or in the far future. America and Canada call him a helicopter parent and annoying. He means well though. He's a very supportive person and believes if you put your mind to it you can do it!

• 2p!America

June E. B. Jones(middle names are Eisenhower and Benjamin; homage to Junie B. Jones); Canada exclusively calls him Junie while Russia sometimes calls him Junebug, as in he's an annoying bug rather than a nice nickname.

A snarky vegan but ultimately a pacifist through and through. He's often putting himself down for his mistakes and failures and doubting his achievements and victories. Slicked back hair, a stylish motorbike, rolled up sleeves, a leather jacket (depending on the weather)— that's the making of a greaser right there! He's been totally obsessed with the rockabilly lifestyle ever since it became a fad in the 50s. He even still uses the lingo quite frequently(Daddy-O, ginchiest, cruisin' for a bruisin', big tickle, ect)! He used to be named Richard Kirkland after King Richard I/Richard the Lionheart. America changed it to June after declaring independence; later adding Benjamin after Benjamin Franklin passed away, then added Eisenhower after President Dwight D. Eisenhower left office. He became a vegetarian in the 1990s then converted to being a vegan in the 2010s.

• 2p!Canada

Jacob/Jacques Williams(answers to either; homage to Jacques Cartier); J, JJ, and J.W. are all nicknames America and England affectionately call him while everyone else either passes him by or calls him Canada.

An overconfident, loud mouthed, young man that tries much too hard to get noticed. He only wears his country's hockey jerseys(occasionally wears his other sports teams' jerseys) as he believes the more he wears them the more noticeable he'll become— where that logic came from no one is sure. France still calls him Jacques sometimes as it's just a habit. Canada doesn't mind. He used to be all tough and rowdy, but soon after America stepped into the spotlight and he fell into his brother shadow, Canada slowly became attention seeking and even narcissistic. Kuma, his polar bear, is somewhat neglected due to Canada's obsessed nature of being seen by others. It's left Kuma to be a bit hostile— gnawing on Canada's arm or chewing his shoes— as a way of gaining his attention back. Kuma scampers over to America or England for attention and food every now and then but absolutely refuses to totally leave Canada's side— he thinks if he leaves Canada would start to neglect his own heath and wellbeing which makes him feel guilty since he's been with Canada since the beginning.

• 2p!France

Edgar Bonnefoy(homage to French artist Edgar Degas); Ed and Frank are two names most end up calling him, however he doesn't care what he's called as long as it isn't hurtful.

An unfortunately depressed and constantly tired man who actively shows his age. Very pessimistic even if the outcome looks good. He can't ever be bothered to put much energy into anything, which includes his appearance. He goes mostly unshaved and wears a baggy shirt to help hide his back brace— his back is always hurting him, his knees too!— and shorts just because the restrictions around his legs are much too uncomfortable. He doesn't care what shoes he wears but has come to like crocs after America jokingly bought him, and everyone else, a pair for Christmas. Before then he could be seen wearing randomly designed flipflops— with socks! He doesn't actually smoke anymore. He stopped after WW1. Nowadays just holding a lit cigarette helps his nerves calm down and he stops thinking of the crushing inevitability of earth's armageddon for the time being. England often comes over to fix his hair as he tends to let it grow out way too much. He prefers it long but can't muster up the energy to tell England.

#hetalia #2p hetalia #2p france #2p england #2p canada #2p america

[namjuicyy]

Sweet Night

.: Sweet Night :. 

Taehyung x Gender Neutral!Reader 

Your best friend is due to get married on Friday and you’re his best person. But what happens when the dynamic changes? 

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WARNINGS: mentions of depression; a disgusting amount of pining; reader and Tae being absolute idiots; implied smut (so Tae’s cheating);

S u n d a y

It was so cliche; being forced to share a bed in this tiny log cabin with your best friend. Seokjin just assumed that because you and Tae were so close you'd both be more than happy to share a double for the weekend. Hell, you'd done it ever since you were little and still sometimes to this day, so why would this weekend be any different? It shouldn't be. Yet there you lay in the darkness, wide awake and listening to Taehyung's breathing as he slept behind you, holding you close to his body as he had done every time you shared a bed since you were children. Arguably it's your fault he can't sleep without cuddling something - but you refuse to accept that accusation.

You weren't quite sure when things began to change for you; when you stopped seeing Taehyung as the greasy little boy with a boxy smile who used to terrorise the neighbour's cat under the guise of loving it and began seeing him as a beautiful young man, who wore that same smile whilst terrorising you. You didn't know when you started to fall helplessly and irrevocably in love with him. It just seemed that one morning you woke up and - poof! - feelings. What you didn't know was that there was a storm raging behind you inside the mind of the very man you had fallen for.

He was awake, eyes open in the darkness and staring at the back of your head as his mind screamed at him in the silence. Like you, he assumed his best friend was asleep and did his best not to disturb you with the never ending torture he was putting himself through. You'd gotten softer as you got older. There was more of you to grab, more of you to snuggle into. Your hair smelled like the cherry blossoms on Jeju Island and it took him back to the Spring you'd spent together on the island while the blossoms were in bloom. Pink petals fell on your hair as they blew off the trees. You turned to look at him and he could have sworn he was shot in the backside with one of Cupid's arrows. You were the most beautiful, most perfect creature he had ever laid his eyes on. He was able to pinpoint the exact moment he realised he was in love with you - it was then. When you were enthralled by the beauty of the nature surrounding you and paying no mind to him. When you were smiling brightly and taking photos with your own camera. He had to take a photo of you while you were so happy; so serene and peaceful.

You weren't allowed near his phone after that day, which was peculiar for the two of you as you'd both been so open with one another since the beginning. The reason for this was his home screen was that picture of you; his absolute favourite picture of you. You were so lost in the blossoms you hadn't noticed him taking your picture and though you were looking at his camera you weren't registering that it was in his hand. He caught your face lit up and partially hidden behind the raining petals while staring directly into his soul with adoration in his eyes. It was that picture he made sure to look at every time he did something on his phone. And it was that picture that remained in his data every single day for two years straight.

But God forbid he ever told you how he felt. Neither of you wanted to ruin this perfect relationship you had with each other and both of you assumed that confessing would do that. You both would rather each other in your lives as a friend than not at all. Which was, perhaps, an even worse thing to do as both of you were miserable and constantly pining after one another.

The members tried to get involved - tried to force you two to confess to each other on multiple occasions; and you almost did. However, the announcement of his most recent girlfriend stopped you and landed you in a month-long episode of depression. He was still with her - they were actually engaged, which was odd considering he was sharing a bed with you right now. Yet nothing would ever happen between you. In your eyes he was in love with her and in his eyes you didn't love him like he loved you.

You remember the day he told you the bad news.

"We're actually getting married." He announced over dinner when it was just the two of you.

You spat your drink out over him. "M-married? As in, in love forever, will one day have 2.5 kids in a three bedroom apartment crawling with dogs and dirty nappies married? Not married as in fake married to shut your parents up married?"

Tae laughed, his boxy smile making you melt. "As in through sickness and in health, richer for poorer until death do us part married, yes."

The richer for poorer line didn't sit well with you. "You asked her already?" He nodded in response. "And she said yes?"

"Don't act so surprised - I am quite the catch you know."

"What else is wrong with the girl besides the obvious?"

Tae groaned, "___."

"I'm sorry. Congratulations are in order, dude! I'm pleased for you." That was a blatant lie. He'd only been dating her for two years. He was only twenty-five... well, twenty-seven in Korean age which made more sense when you thought about it, but still.

"I actually wanted to ask you something."

"You want the funeral song played at the wedding? Sure thing."

"___!" Tae sighed but he was grinning a little at your joke. "We're going to be having a more Westernised wedding than traditional Korean. Obviously we will have the traditional Korean elements like the paebaek but we're going to be taking a more Western spin on it. So I was wondering if you would be my best man - or rather, best person."

You grit your teeth and swallowed the lump in your throat. Force a smile, force a smile! "Of course, Tae-Tae. I'd be honoured."

Cut to you crying on Yoongi's shoulder at 4am because you couldn't bear to go through with the role you had been given yet had no option but to go through with it. You couldn't breathe. You felt like you were trapped and the worst part about it all was that you made this prison yourself. The bars were made with all the words you never said with a lock made from the silence you hid behind. You could scream and scream and scream all you wanted but it was almost too late. You were too late.

This weekend getaway was a macabre farewell to Taehyung's "single" life given that the wedding was on Friday. Everything was all planned out and ready. Rehearsals had been completed. Outfits were chosen. He was really going through with this.

You turned in Taehyung's arms to look at his sleeping face only to be met with his eyes fully open and staring at you.

"I thought I could feel a creep watching me." You teased.

"Your snoring kept me awake. I was thinking of all the ways to kill you so I could get some peace and quiet."

"Oh wow, you can think? I wondered what that burning smell was."

"Hey! I'm smart, you know."

"Oh yeah? What's your IQ?"

"130."

"Alright fine."

"Not just a pretty face."

"I wouldn't even call you that."

"You're cruisin' for a bruisin', young lady."

"Ooh 'young lady'. Sorry, daddy. I'll try to behave."

The smile that was once on Taehyung's face slowly disappeared. He wasn't his usual bubbly self and he hadn't been for the last few weeks. Every time you asked him what was wrong, he automatically answered with "pre-wedding jitters. I'm fine." You knew Taehyung, though; and he wasn't fine. You've seen him when he's fine and he certainly isn't fine now. "Talk to me." You demanded gently. He hesitated. "You know I'm just going to keep asking until you tell me the truth."

"I don't know if I'm doing the right thing by marrying her."

"Are you in love with her?"

He was silent for a moment. "I do love her. I'm just not in love with her. That title belongs with someone else."

"So if you aren't in love with her - which you should be, by the way, if you're marrying her - then why would you marry her when you could be perfectly happy with someone else?"

"I don't want to hurt her - and I don't want to throw away my future and the possibility of being a dad one day for a chance with someone else when I'm fairly confident they don't love me back."

"Have they told you that they don't love you?"

"Well... no."

"Well then, there you go."

"They also haven't told me that they do love me like that, though."

"What do you want, Tae?"

"I want... happiness. I want to get married to someone I actually adore rather than someone I couldn't say no to."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't tell you the whole truth. I didn't tell anyone. I didn't ask her to marry me. She asked me to marry her. I couldn't say no to her and risk losing the relationship I grew comfortable in."

"Why lie?"

"I didn't want to be judged. I know you wouldn't I just... I don't know. It felt like the right thing to do."

"Tae-"

"I know' I need to make a decision. I just don't want to. I'm comfortable here."

"Here?"

"In this room where no one can get me in a warm bed next to someone who means the world to me." You didn't know what to say so you decided to remain quiet. That sounded somewhat like a confession but you couldn't get your hopes up. What if it wasn't a confession? What if he was just being his usual, beautiful self? You still weren't confident enough to ask him or tell him your own fragile truth. He was so brave for laying himself bare like that. How could you ever compare? "Would it be alright if I pulled you closer?"

Actions spoke louder than words did, so instead of waiting for him to pull you towards him, you snuggled into his body allowing your head to bury itself in his neck. Even for you two this wasn't normal best friend behaviour.

Do it. Your brain egged you on. Tell him. Now! Yet you still couldn't do it. Even though you had the perfect opportunity to, you just couldn't confess everything to him. You couldn't be as brave as he was just now. What was wrong with you?

"It's your turn." He told you, as though he could read your thoughts. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

"It's empty up here, Tae. You know this."

"Hey." Tae pushed you away a little but gently so as not to offend or startle you. "I'm the only one who's allowed to pick on you.

You didn't know who leaned in first. It could very well have been you but time seemed to alter as your lips moved towards one another. They connected; it was gentle at first but things soon began to heat up. You allowed Taehyung to use his tongue as he kissed you, as your bodies pressed together ever tighter until there was no room left. You've read that kissing your best friend was supposed to feel like kissing a sibling - it was meant to feel disgusting and wrong - yet you both couldn't pull away from each other as though strong magnets had been placed in your lips and connected as you kissed. In fact, though you could feel your heart racing and his hands wandering your body, your brain cleared itself of everything. It didn't allow you to concentrate on the fact that you were kissing the man you've loved for a long time. Nor did it remind you that said man had a fiancée waiting for him at home; whom he didn't love and could never. It never occurred to you to tell him to stop even when he started to slot himself in between your legs, when you let him cum inside you and when you held each other to sleep that night finally holding one another as you'd wanted to for years.

You were disappointed on Monday morning when he wasn't beside you when you woke up. You were dejected to discover he wasn't even in the house and you were upset when you found out he returned home alone.

T u e s d a y

Taehyung hadn't spoken to you since Sunday night when you both gave yourselves to one another. To be completely honest, you hadn't tried to get in contact with him either. Sunday had felt so right that you had assumed, perhaps foolishly, that he would end things with his fiancée and would come crawling to you dismayed at hurting her but excited for your future together. You thought you'd see him Monday evening after spending time with her yet you were well into the late hours of Tuesday evening and you'd not heard a peep. Not a single word from him or about him from any of your mutual friends. You didn't know what was going on but you knew that things were awkward between the two of you - and that the wedding was still going ahead. You knew this because his fiancée had sent you a reminder three minutes ago via email that tomorrow was the final wedding rehearsal and that everyone had to be there.

T h u r s d a y

You didn't show up to the final rehearsal - how could you? You had slept with the bride's fiancée and that was the ultimate crime you could commit. How could you show your face to everyone after consenting to such an insensitive act? How could Taehyung more importantly. It was his fault just as much as it as yours and yet his conscience had allowed him to turn up unashamedly pretending to be the dutiful future husband while little did his precious bride-to-be he had been balls deep in someone else.

There was a knock at your door not three hours after the wedding rehearsal had ended and much to your surprise, Park Jimin stood there holding a bag of Tupperware boxes containing your share and the leftovers of the wedding feast. The moment he saw your puffy eyes and your distant smile he knew something big had happened. He had no idea how bad the damage was, but "Tae looks exactly like you do." He told you. "He wasn't himself at the wedding rehearsal but he wouldn't tell me why. Which isn't like him. What happened? Did you two have a falling out or something?"

"Not exactly."

It took Jimin all of three seconds to piece together what would have happened. If you hadn't had an argument, but you both aren't speaking and you didn't show up to the rehearsal today it could only mean one thing. "When did it happen?"

"Sunday night."

"Have you spoken since then?"

"No."

"Why?"

"He obviously doesn't want to, Jimin. If he did then I may have shown up today or at least I'd know where I stand with him. If he wanted me around he would have made an effort but he obviously doesn't. Anyway, it's probably for the best that the slut that fucked her best friend five days before his wedding doesn't show up. I couldn't face tomorrow before all of this happened, how am I supposed to now?"

"By talking to him? Calling him? Ask him to come over so you can talk face-to-face."

"I don't know if I can. It still wouldn't change anything, would it? He would still marry her tomorrow."

"You don't know that."

"I do. That's it now. He no longer wants me around."

Jimin, by the time he left your place that night was absolutely furious. He was angry at you for moping around and not contacting Tae. He was angry at Tae for even getting married to that woman in the first place when it was obvious he was in love with you; and he was livid at Taehyung for not contacting you after the both of you slept together to hash it out and see where your relationship was going to end up. So he contacted Tae himself and gave him an earful down the phone.

Taehyung had no intention of changing his plans.

F r i d a y

You were meant to be at the wedding today but of course you couldn't do it. Simply bringing yourself out of bed should have been enough today let alone watching the man you were desperately in love with marry someone else. Everything hurt; your head, your bones, your heart. How could something as simple as someone getting married take such a toll on your body?

Midday rolled around - the wedding should be starting now. You poured yourself another glass of wine and tried to bury yourself in a horror movie. Your usual self-care movie featured couples happily in love and you couldn't do that to yourself. So instead you opted for movies where couples were horrifically killed in multiple different ways. Yes, this will do just nicely.

Your phone had been ringing all day to the point where you put it on silent and turned it over so you couldn't see the display screen and see which member of the wedding party was trying to get in touch with you today. Going awol was the best thing you could do. Lying would have hurt you more, and turning up may have been deadly. Instead you kept your curtains closed and your phone as far away from you as possible.

That was when you heard it - rapid knocks at the door that forced you out of your blanket burrito on the couch and towards the front door. Had you known who it was you wouldn't have answered the door. Had you known more trouble would come by opening the door you wouldn't have left your spot on the sofa.

Her.

On your doorstep Tae's fiancée stood wearing her puffy, princess wedding dress and makeup running down her face. You know how much money was spent on the artists to put her face together and there it all went rolling down her cheeks.

"Where is he?" She sobbed at you.

"If he's not with you, love then I haven't got a clue."

"He's normally with you when he's hiding from me. He must be in here somewhere."

"Well," you stepped aside, "you're more than welcome to come in and look for him but all you'll find that's keeping me company is my own filth."

"So if he isn't here then where is he?"

"I haven't spoken to him since Sunday, honey. I've no idea. Now, please can you leave so I can wallow in self-pity and you can go ahead and get married?"

"Don't you get it, yet? The wedding's off! He left me at the altar. No one can get in touch with him. No one knows where he is."

This wasn't like Taehyung to just disappear without telling anyone where he was. You knew him better than anyone. At a time like this, if no one could find him it meant he needed to think. He always went to think sat in the grounds of Gyeongbokgung Palace in Seoul. Since moving to Seoul from Daegu, he had always enjoyed the traditional palaces because of how quiet they were, and how you couldn't hear or see the modern world. It was serene and peaceful and when he had taken the right precautions to cover his face he was unrecognisable and left alone. You had no doubt he'd be there.

"I know."

"Would you go to him?"

"No. I'll tell Jimin where he is and Jimin can go."

"___, please. You're the only one he listens to and talks to. Please."

You relented and did as she asked. Maybe if you could save their relationship the guilt would stop eating you alive. Though, of course, this wasn't guaranteed and there was an even higher chance that you'd end up hurting a lot more for this - and even lose Taehyung forever; but this seemed like the right thing to do. So you showered quickly, dressed and left the house with wet hair making your way to the palace.

You were entering the grounds taking in the smells of nature when you noticed the cherry blossoms. You hadn't realised they were in bloom yet. You were so preoccupied in your little problems you'd forgotten the seasons still changed around you. The palace was so much more beautiful now there was a dusting of pink sprinkled around the grounds. You could fully understand why Taehyung enjoyed coming to this place to think and relax.

You saw him sat there - to you he stuck out like a sore thumb but the tourists completely ignored his presence. Knowing he'd run if he saw you, you took the longer route to get to him, joining him on the bench without asking too afraid he'd get up and walk away before you had chance to say your peace.

"Shouldn't you be getting married now?" You asked him when you'd been sat beside him a little while.

"I wondered how long it would take for you to get summoned. Who was it? Jiminie? Namjoonie-hyung?"

"The woman you left at the altar."

"Ah."

"Though I have to say, I didn't think I'd see a woman in a wedding dress on my doorstep... ever. Thank you for that first."

"You're welcome - I know it's what you've always wanted."

"So why did you do it? Why aren't you getting married today?"

"I had too much to think about."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Taehyung," you said sternly, "don't you dare. You fucked me not even a week ago then shut me out of your life to the point where I thought you didn't want me in it anymore. You then proceed to shut everyone else out, leave your bride at the altar so she comes knocking on my door looking like an absolute mess and dragging me out of my blanket burrito to bring your moping ass back to her, and you aren't even offering me an explanation to tell me why all of this has happened. Neither of us are leaving until I get the answers I'm looking for, Tae. Even if it means we're sat here all night. You're opening up and that's final."

"I fucked up big time, didn't I?" He asked quietly. "You don't have to say it - I know. I've ruined everything because I was afraid. I was afraid to hurt her, afraid to hurt you. Eomma got so excited when I told her I was getting married and I've disappointed her."

"You definitely haven't disappointed your mum, Tae. Not by not getting married anyway. She knows you will one day - she just wants you to be happy and loved. That's all any of us want."

"I got scared." He told you. At this point tears were beginning to form in his eyes. He pitied himself and his decisions of course, but those tears weren't for him. The tears were for everyone he thought he'd disappointed but hurt in the process. "I had what I thought I wanted but when I had that I discovered it wasn't what I wanted at all. I thought I loved her - I thought I wanted to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her. It turns out, though, I wanted you instead... and then I had you - finally! Do you know how long I waited to have you? Everything became too real, though, and it freaked me out. It showed me that I wanted you... that my feelings for you hadn't gone and that I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life but I couldn't end it because I couldn't hurt her and I-" He took a deep breath but he began to sob. "I just wanted a forever, and now my forever's falling down and I can't stop it. I'm sorry, ___. I'm so, so sorry!"

His head fell on your shoulder as he wept harder, drawing more attention to him than perhaps he intended but still people didn't realise who he was. Or if they did they let him be which you were grateful for. There was a huge part of you that couldn't believe Tae had just confessed. After all these years of pining and wanting him finally he could be yours. All you had to do was tell him. "Tae, you have absolutely no idea just how much I adore you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you - maybe even marry you if things go well. I love you. I want you too. But you're still engaged."

Taehyung blinked. "I'm not. She doesn't know it yet but I'm ending things with her. You're right, it wasn't fair of me to do that to her. She deserves better than someone who only wants her because he's too afraid to be lonely."

"I'm proud of you, even if you are the world's biggest idiot sometimes."

"Would I - would I ever have a chance with you? You know, when I'm not officially engaged."

"Do you not want to spend some time being single first?"

"I was pretty much single with her. It feels like I'm about to hurt a friend - not a fiancée."

"Take me on a date first and we'll talk about it. And no, before you ask McDonald's does not count as a date."

"You're such a loser."

"Yeah but you love me."

"And you love me."      

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[sadienita]

Main Street Drive-In

Mingyu x Reader (briefly feat. Seventeen, Dreamcatcher, and Chungha)

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: Fluff

For @cheesekimpup I know you know this but I really do mean it every time I say that you’re my soulmate. No one else gets me the way you do, no one else knows quite what to say like you and I feel as if I’ve known you from the beginning of time. No gift come every some close to being enough to express that but I hope this little 50s themed drabble with a song I know you know will should in some way how incredibly grateful I am to you.

Song: Main Street Drive-In - The Moxies

I wish I was Starring in a love tale I try so hard but I always seem to fail.

He had to admire Jeonghan’s confidence. It was crazy how he could just walk up to a girl and strike up a conversation. The man was currently across the diner, leaning on the jukebox and chatting up a couple of ladies. The sly grin on his face and they way the girls twirled their hair and shifted their lollipops in their mouths, hanging on his every word, said it all. Jeonghan was one smooth cat.

Mingyu shrugged deeper into his leather jacket. His eyes drifted across the diner to someone he wished he could muster up the courage to talk to. Someone who’d been on his mind for weeks now. But any time he managed to get near her he was tongue tied. So he admired from afar. It was much easier than making a fool of himself.

Mingyu’s attention was brought back to the group as Jeonghan sauntered back over, hands resting in his jacket pockets and an easy grin on his face. The group all looked up at him expectantly as he got closer.

“So?” Jihoon asked, his tone laced with skepticism.

“Seokmin and I have dates for Friday night,” he nudged Seokmin’s shoulder. “Wear something nice this time.”

“I always dress nice,” he laughed.

“There really are some things that don’t go with a leather jacket, Seokmin,” Minghao sighed as the group chuckled.

“I still don’t know how you do that,” Mingyu grumbled.

Jeonghan threw his arm around Mingyu’s shoulder. “You just gotta talk to them, Gyu. It’s pretty simple, even Jihoon did it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jihoon asked.

“It means we don’t believe you really found yourself a lady, Ji,” Soonyoung chuckled.

“Oh he has,” Jeonghan added. “I’ve seen her, she’s gotta classy chassis if-”

“You’re cruisin for a bruisin, Jeonghan,” Jihoon growled, shifting the toothpick in his mouth. The group chuckled but the way Jihoon was eyeing Jeonghan made it clear he’d throw a punch if need be.

Jeonghan shifted the focus back to Mingyu.

“You’re the only one left, Gyu. Sorry I couldn’t get you a date, but I’m sure there’s someone you outta ask,” Jeonghan said with a knowing grin on his face.

I like to think I have a whole lot of love to give. To a girl I could walk to meet her everyday

“Whatcha starin at?” came Sua’s voice.

“Oh, nothing,” you hummed, dropping your gaze. The last thing you needed was your friends knowing you were pining after Mingyu. You knew they would never leave you alone about it if they knew. They’d hound you incessantly until you talked to him.

Except you’d tried. Sua didn’t know that. None of your friends did. The one time you’d had the courage to talk to him it had been painfully awkward. You couldn’t seem to hold a conversation with him to save your life and he managed to end it, making a weak excuse as to why he needed to go and you let him, almost grateful that it was over. Since then you had barely exchanged two words with the man.

It didn’t change the fact that you really had the hots for him though.

“We’re going to the passion pit, Friday night,” Siyeon grinned, a swing in her hips as she made her way back to your table.

“We are?” you questioned.

“Well anyone who’s not busy, which you’re not,” Jiu added.

“Except you, Gahyeon,” Sua chimed.

Gahyeon pouted. “Why can’t I come.

“You can come if Chan drives you. I don’t want you playing backseat bingo in my car,” Sua teased. Gahyeon ducked her head and blushed as the group giggled.

“Wait, do you all already have dates?” you worried.

“I think so,” Jiu pondered.

“You better get on that,” Sua teased.

Handong nudged your arm. “There’s gotta be some dreamboat you’ve got your eyes on,” she said with a smile that was all too knowing.

I went to the drive-in I sat in the back row I knocked over a soda pop, I think I've really done it now.

“Hold on, where are you going?” Mingyu almost winced at how whiny his voice sounded as Jihoon wrapped his arm around Chungha’s waist.

“Somewhere else,” Jihoon shrugged casually.

“So I’m just gonna sit here by myself?” Mingyu sulked.

Jihoon raised an eyebrow at him. “You act like that’s my fault. You had time Mingyu.”

Mingyu watched with a pout as Jihoon and Chungha disappeared past the rows of cars. Jihoon was right of course. Mingyu couldn’t seem to find the courage to talk to the one person he really wanted to. He was awkward and tripped over his feet just as much as he did his words and it was embarrassing.

Though this might rival that.

He had been left all alone at the drive-in. Everywhere he looked there were couples curled up together in their cars. Maybe he should have gotten there earlier, than at least he wouldn’t have ended up further back where most people were not planning to watch all that much. He should have known this would happen. Unfortunately, since he was Jihoon’s ride, he couldn’t just leave.

“This blows,” Mingyu grumbled to himself, slumping down in his seat as the previews started. He tried to focus on the screen but he couldn’t stop kicking himself. He could have been here with the one person he wanted to but he was too much of a wimp to ask.

He cracked open his pop, taking a swig before placing the open bottle on the window sill of the car carefully. He settled back down into his seat, gazing up at the screen. But something else caught his attention, two girls walking between the rows of cars. Mingyu’s heart started beating faster as he realized who was coming nearer. Should he get up as say hi? Should he duck down and pretend the car was empty? He decided maybe he could just sit up, looking casual and cool, and if he was lucky he would be noticed, and not seen as a total loser.

He scrambled to sit up quickly, the car shaking slightly. The pop bottle on the window sill tettered before pouring unceremoniously into his lap.

Mingyu cursed under his breath, trying to clean himself up quickly. He heard giggles near the hood of his car and he shrunk down, his cheeks burning and desperately wishing he could disappear.

She said you're sitting all alone boy. Would you want to sit by me? Well I made a good fool out of myself, but I make good company.

You didn’t want to feel happy about Handong’s date cancelling, but you were glad you didn’t have to be here all alone. At least she wasn’t stood up, you knew he had a good reason so she didn’t feel too bad. It was good to have her company as everyone found a cozy spot with their date. You knew it was your own fault. You should have just asked someone nice. But you couldn’t get Mingyu out of your head. There was something about him.

You and Handong chatted, strolling between the rows of cars as you pulled your thin sweater more tightly around your shoulders. The breeze was getting colder as the trees started to change and you should have worn a warmer jacket, but you hadn’t thought that far, too busy beating yourself up over not even trying to ask Mingyu out. Maybe you ought to make eyes at him and wait for him to ask you but you could at least give him a hint, right?

The two of you turned down another row near the back of the drive in as another preview started when something caught your attention. You heard someone curse quietly as you strolled past the cars and you and Handong stopped, peering into the car. Mingyu was there by himself doing… something in his lap. You tried to cover your mouth but neither you nor Handong could fully muffle your giggles. Mingyu’s gaze snapped up to yours and his face blushed a deep red as he shrunk into his seat.

“I-I spilled my soda pop,” he mumbled sheepishly.

Well that was certainly better than the alternative.

Handong nudged you and you stumbled a little closer, giving her a quick wide-eyed stare before looking back to Mingyu.

“You, uh, you’re here alone?” you asked nervously.

“Y-Yeah,” he said quietly, dropping his gaze.

Handong pushed you a little harder and you stumbled again. You opened your mouth to speak but she beat you to the punch.

“Oh, I think I heard something,” she looked off over the cars in fake earnestness.

“Handong, yo-”

“Oh gosh, someone definitely called me. You can keep Mingyu company though, right?”

Your jaw dropped. She was not about to leave you here alone with him, was she? Or maybe she was, since she was currently strolling away before you could catch her, a sly grin on her face.

You turned back to Mingyu who was looking after Handong, clearly confused. You ducked your head a little as you got closer, tugging on your skirt and hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush on your cheeks.

“Did you need any help cleaning up?” you offered awkwardly as you approached his side of the car.

“N-No, I think I got it all,” he said. There was a beat of painfully awkward silence as you pondered your next step.

“D-Do you wanna sit with me? I mean since Handong had to leave and all…”

You tried not to show how giddy that question made you. “That’d be keen.”

You started around to the passenger side and Mingyu stumbled out of his side, tripping over his feet to get to the door and open it for you. You couldn’t help the grin on your face as you climbed into the backseat. Mingyu rush back to his side, climbing in and shifting over a little, still leaving a little space between you.

You played with your skirt, the butterflies in your stomach incessant as you tried to figure out what to say to him. Nothing running through your mind seemed good enough though. You glanced at Mingyu and caught him as he quickly snapped his gaze to the preview on the screen. Had he really been staring at you?

“So how’d you end up here alone tonight?” you blurted out, your eyes moving back to your lap. That definitely wasn’t the best question but it was the only one that would come out.

“My friends all got dates,” he mumbled. “I, uh, didn’t.”

“How could someone like you not find a date?” you mused quietly.

“H-Huh?”

“Oh I just,” you knew you were blushing again. “I-I mean you’re such a cool cat, Mingyu. You really could go out with anyone…”

He chuckled nervously. “Nah, maybe I look hip, but I’m a nerd.”

“I doubt that.”

“I…” he trailed off as you shivered. “Are you cold?”

You shrugged, trying to play it off. “A little.”

Mingyu didn’t think twice. He shrugged off his jacket and had you lean forward so he could wrap it around your shoulders gently. A shy smile tugged at your lips as you settled into it. You gazed over at Mingyu. He seemed to have something on the tip of his tongue but the beginning of the movie caught your attention. He settled back into his seat instead, now a little closer than he had been as you both started to watch the movie.

You were quickly swept up in the story, paying little attention to Mingyu. You assumed he was watching as intently as you were, until somewhere in the middle when he stretched out, yawning, and his arm landed around your shoulders. You let out a chuckle at the cheesy move but cuddled into his side before he could take it back. Mingyu stiffened for a moment before relaxing back into his seat. You glanced at him quickly, taking in the deep blush on his cheeks and the happy nervous grin on his face.

This had to be some kind of dream come true. Were you not sitting down you would have swooned. Mingyu’s hand eventually slipped down to rest comfortably on your waist as you rested your head on his shoulder and took in the rest of the movie. Though the longer it went the less you wanted to watch the screen. You were feeling more and more comfortable and glanced up at Mingyu, wondering if he would be upset if you tried to chat with him.

Mingyu caught your eye and gave you a nervous smile before you could look away.

“I-I’m really glad you came by,” he mumbled.

“I’m glad I did too,” you replied.

“I’m flattered that you think I’m so neat, too,” he mumbled.

“Mingyu,” you hummed, he turned to look at you a little more squarely. “I really do think you’re swell, and there’s no one else I’d rather be with right now.”

Even in the dark you could see the blush rising in his cheeks, though you knew yours were no better. Something was far less awkward about this moment as you stared into his eyes. After a moment though, his gaze slipped down to your lips. His hand was just a little shaky on the small of your back as he gently pulled you closer.

His lips pressed to yours in a gentle kiss that made your heart flutter. It took only seconds for you to relax and kiss him back. You leaned in a little closer and wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt Mingyu smile a little and pull you just a little closer as he kissed you. You started to get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours, his hand on the small of your back, the warmth and comfort being next to him…

“Whenever you’re done.”

You and Mingyu jumped apart, both of your cheeks burning as your eyes snapped to Jihoon, his arm around Chungha’s shoulders as she giggled.

“H-Hey Ji,” Mingyu mumbled. He glanced at you quickly, a sheepish look on his face and a nervous laugh in his voice. “I-I guess it’s time to head home.”

I walked her home when the movie was done, she said "Boy I've had so much fun!" I said "Girl I'd like to see you again." She said "Main Street Drive-In theater next weekend?"

Mingyu dropped off Jihoon and Chungha first before taking you home. He parked a little away from your house, walking you down the sidewalk and chatting with you. You had a hunch he only did that to spend a little more time with you. The conversation was flowing much easier now and you were starting to see how sweet and fun he really was. It really only made you fall for him more.

Your house came into view and you could see the slight dismay on Mingyu’s face as you reached your front door.

“Mingyu, I’ve really had so much fun tonight,” you said, sounding a little more nervous than you wanted to.

“Y-Yeah?” At least he sounded just as nervous.

“Yeah really,” you bit your lip, hoping he wouldn’t leave it there.

“Well,” he took one of your hands in his. “I-I’d really like to see you again.”

You smiled. “So, Main Street Drive-In, next weekend?”

He grinned widely. “Definitely.”

You leaned in quick, before you could lose your nerve. You pressed a quick, fleeting kiss to Mingyu’s lips that left him blushing as you pulled away, forgetting his jacket was still around your shoulders as you opened the door.

“See you then.”

“Yeah,” he said. “See you then.”

Dreams come, dreams they go some were sharing some we don't know. But if there's one thing I know in this life, I'm going to make that pretty girl my wife. And we'll still walk with each other everyday, oh darling look how far we've came. You know I'd do anything I could do Cos' I love you

#christmas 2019 #Seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #Svt #svt imagines #svt fluff #mingyu #mingyu imagines #mingyu fluff #kim mingyu

[ladylynse]

So, I wrote Part 4 of Passageway.... (previous)

Passageway: [FF | AO3] Even when Danny knows it’s coming, he can’t stop it. (Danny as the ghost portal AU)

It came when Danny was too tired to keep looking over his shoulder.

In the dissociative fog of too little sleep and too many secrets, he didn’t question his mother’s cooed concern.

It wasn’t, after all, the first time she’d taken one look at him and ushered him off to bed, insisting he get some sleep before supper, maybe then he would feel better, and he wasn’t running a fever, was he?

He’d obediently stumbled along right up until she’d turned around with a washcloth instead of a thermometer and held it over his mouth and nose while he struggled.

When he woke with a pounding headache and something that was probably blood crusting his left eye shut, he was handcuffed to some heavy metal shelving by a pair of Fenton Cuffs. Despite practice, he still couldn’t get out of those without a key. He knew dislocating his thumb was a likely necessity, but he had no idea how to do that and cause minimal damage.

The room was dark, but he didn’t need light or two good eyes to see the ghost fiddling with…something…nearby.

It still looked like his mom.

“You were out longer than I expected,” it laughed without even looking over at him. “I thought you were supposed to be more resilient. Isn’t it thrilling when stories like that are exaggerated?”

“What…what do you want?” Danny rasped, forcing the words past his thick tongue.

“Oh, you know exactly what I want.” It glanced over at him now, and its smile looked wrong on Maddie’s face. “And you know exactly what will happen if you try to escape.”

“You can’t keep me here.” His voice was more weak than defiant, even to his ears. “They’ll know I’m missing. They’ll find me.”

“They’ll never know to look for you,” it reminded him, “and you can scream all you like, but you’ll never be heard here. Not through concrete that thick.” It nodded at the walls, or at least Danny assumed it did; he couldn’t see much past its ghostly glow. He couldn’t even really see what it had been working on.

“I’ll go find you some food, sweetie,” it said, and this time the inflections of his mother’s mimicked voice were heartbreakingly perfect. “Try to get some rest.”

It strode past him, illuminating more empty shelving units far too heavy for him to hope to move, and vanished through a blank wall.

He was alone in the darkness.

Danny tried to shift to find a more comfortable position, even to have something to lean against that was more solid than the crisscrossing metal bars, but there was nothing but that or open air. The concrete beneath him wasn’t warming to his body heat, either, and he wasn’t sure if he was shaking or shivering. Either way, the crick in his neck was hurting even more now, but he couldn’t even manoeuvre a hand around to rub it.

He needed help.

He had no way of getting help.

Even if he did, he had no one he could ask without endangering them. Without giving the ghost reason to kill them. He was all alone, no one knew where he was, no one would know he was missing, and this ghost was going to keep him alive long enough to get its friends out and then it was going to kill him, and no one was ever going to know what had happened to him.

The salt in Danny’s tears stung wounds he didn’t realize he’d had on his face, but they were enough to allow him to open his left eye. Not much—it was still mostly swollen shut—but a little bit, and a little bit would be enough. Not that he could see anything, anyway, but it felt better, as much as anything that still hurt could feel better.

“Please.” Danny knew no one would hear his whispers. “Please, I need…. I need someone.” He didn’t know if it was a prayer. “I can’t do this by myself. I need help.”

He groaned and leaned his head on his arms, slumping forward as best he could. He could shift his legs into different positions, and he did, carefully stretching them out when they started to fall asleep, but he could do nothing for his arms, which were bound to the top half of the lowest shelf, stopped from dropping farther by a diagonal bar.

He didn’t think things could get any worse, but then his stomach turned.

“No,” Danny moaned. “No, please, not now.”

But the sickening coldness inside of him only grew stronger, and he couldn’t will it away.

He began to cough.

Something was lodged in his throat, and he couldn’t get it out, couldn’t breathe, but he managed to climb to his feet and lean over, trying to draw air.

It seemed like an eternity before something hit the floor and skittered a short distance away. He didn’t have a chance to find it and see what it was; he only had a moment to gasp in air before something else blocked the airway, pressing it closed as it began to slither its way up his throat. He gagged. Retched. Thought his jaw might break as it pulled itself free, rolling over his arms and away.

He’d collapsed back onto his knees at some point and sagged against the cold metal bars of the shelving unit with his eyes closed, not having any energy to fight whichever of the ghost’s friends had just come through.

“Have you seen my peepers?”

Danny forced open his good eye. “What?” The ghost facing him certainly didn’t look like anyone special; he just looked like a teenager. A teenager who would’ve lived decades ago, but still a teenager, probably around Danny’s own age. And more nerd than someone who’d roll with the ghost who was keeping him here.

The ghost pointed to his eyes and repeated himself before adding, “I can’t see without them.”

“Your glasses?” He thought of what had come first and turned his head in the direction of where he’d heard something fall. “Look over there. Your left.”

A sharp cry of delight a moment later told him the ghost had found them. He turned back to Danny, straightening his glasses, and then frowned and walked closer. “Someone think you were cruisin’ for a bruisin’? You’re going to have a real shiner there.”

Danny just shook his head.

“I don’t like bullies,” the ghost remarked.

“Neither do I,” mumbled Danny.

The ghost paused. Leaned closer and squinted at him. And then he drew back in surprise. “It really is you!”

Danny had no idea what that was supposed to mean, so he just ignored it and closed his eyes, hoping the ghost would go away.

He didn’t. “Why take the pounding? Why didn’t ya just beat feet? Or fight back?”

Danny opened his eyes and let out something that could only generously be described as a laugh. “How could I fight back?” he asked. “I’m just me, up against someone like you, someone probably stronger than you. I can’t do anything, and even if I’d tried, they would just…carry out their threats.”

The ghost stared at him. “You…. That’s bogus.”

Danny rattled the handcuffs against the support bar. “You think I wanted this? Any of this?”

“Nobody wants a knuckle sandwich,” the ghost replied, “but that doesn’t mean you didn’t let the other guy do that to you.”

“Why the heck would I do that?”

“So he thinks he can. So he doesn’t know what you can do.”

“But I can’t do anything. That’s my problem!”

The ghost furrowed his brow. “But you’re the young gatekeeper.”

“The what?” Danny didn’t really need the clarification. He already knew what the ghost meant. He was talking about this thing inside of him, the passageway he couldn’t seem to keep closed. He just didn’t understand why the ghost had said it like that was important. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“You really don’t know. How can you not know?”

“Not know what?” Danny pressed, but the other ghost wasn’t paying attention to him anymore. He was looking somewhere else, at something Danny couldn’t see in the dark. And then he vanished. “Not know what?” Danny whispered again, just in case the ghost was still around and simply not visible.

He waited.

He didn’t get an answer.

A moment later, his captor breezed in, masked as one of the delivery workers at the Nasty Burger. It tossed a bag at Danny’s feet and went back to whatever it had been working on.

It didn’t seem to care that Danny couldn’t have reached the food even if he’d been hungry enough to eat it.

(next)

#danny phantom #danny fenton #poindexter #dp fanfiction #phanfiction #fanfiction #my writing #ladylynse #dp snippet #snippets #I will link this fic to everything in a bit #I just want it to show up in the tag for once #in the meantime #look at my tumblr fic masterpost #if you want to see the previous parts #it's also on ffn and ao3 #I just need to edit the formatting on this chapter before I post it there

[cherrygorilla]

Time for me to be nosy as heck for the fanfic author thing! Hope you don't mind if I ask a lot like you did to me! Here you are: 4, 5, 6, 7, 14, 17, 20, 21, 22, 24, 25, 27, 29, 30, 31, 33, 34, 35, 37, 40 A bunch are the same ones you asked me, but I'm really curious as to what your answers would be. If there's anything you'd like to answer that I didn't ask you, then feel free to add it on if you feel up to it! 💖

Okay, I'm known to ramble at the best of times but I really ran away with myself here. You may want to grab a snack or something first; it's hella long. You've been warned! 

4. What made you start writing fanfiction? 

When I was like 11/12 I was obsessed with the musical Starlight Express and after trying to google just about everything I could about it I think I stumbled across some fanfiction for it. Well, instantly my little english-class-loving brain grabbed this concept and ran with it. I remember writing my own stories in this cheap little notebook I would hide in my bedside table drawer and it was around this time that TBM came out, so naturally I decided to see if that had any fanfiction too. Turns out it did, and significantly more than Starlight Express might I add, so my creativity ran away with itself and next thing I knew I was setting up my own account and getting properly involved this time. And I guess, as they say, the rest is history... 

5. Favourite pairing? 

This is pretty tricky for me. Most of the pairings that I have set up are littered with little flaws and things that make them more interesting to write about (and hopefully read about lol) and more realistic. And the already established pairings that I use (i.e. Mack & Brady in old stories or Lela & Tanner) just feel too bland for me to really connect with them, which is probably why I always struggle so much to write for them. I suppose Lela & Tanner can be cute, or at least their potential is; I don't feel like the movies did them justice lol. But for my stuff, at the moment I just feel so out of practice with writing and at such an early stage in the story with Wheels and Waves that I'm not really attached to any of the pairings yet. And besides, the only one I've really established so far is Butchy & Giggles, but if you've read my last chapter then you'll know that that's not exactly doing so hot atm. So, since I can pick holes and find flaws in everyone's relationships too much to pick a favourite, I think I'll pick one I'm excited about that has some of the biggest flaws imaginable: Coral & Hyde. And that's all I'm going to say. Unless you're curious, then ask away lmao. 

6. Least favourite pairing? 

Okay, I may be a bit controversial here- Actually, this is probably really controversial judging by some of the reviews on my old stories that I was just reading. But I don't really like Mack & Brady… Hear me out! Maybe it's just because I haven't watched the movies for ages and I haven't been thinking about them writing-wise since I abandoned my old stuff but they just seem really bland to me. Don't get me wrong, they're super sweet, but I like giving my characters a bit of grit to work with and make them a little more interesting beneath their 'perfect movie character in an idyllic world' surface and I just could never seem to do that with Mack & Brady. I could never manage to give them any depth and because of that I feel like I just grew to resent them haha. Other people can write for them much better than I can, let's just put it that way. Apart from them though, non-canon-wise in my stories it's got to be Butchy & Coral. Hands down. Honestly, what was I thinking? It was cringey. It was basic. And I think because of it Coral became super one-dimensional and kept losing her way as a character because my whole focus was trying to get them to work as a couple. Spoiler alert: they don't. And since I ditched them I think I was really able to get her to come into her own and develop a much more interesting, albeit worse, side of her.

7. Favourite type of au? 

This is probably going to be a quick one because I don't do a lot of au stuff but modern day/high school aus are always a lot of fun. I feel like TBM2 could have done so much cool stuff with that premise but then they went and dumbed down all the characters and really ruined their chance but I think the concept in general is so cute. I'm actually working on something in this vein for my sims blog, but that's not what we're talking about so let's move on. 

14. Do the people in your life know you write fic? How do they feel about it?

 Nope. I haven't ever mentioned it to my family because I just don't think that they'd 'get' it. I think I mentioned it to one of my best friends ages ago because she also read/casually wrote fanfics but I don't think that she still knows that I've kept it up; she probably just assumes that it was something we both just did when we were 13/14. So they don't really think anything of it; they don't know and probably never will lol. So I just struggle over chapters and ideas and things by myself. 

17. What's the harshest criticism you've ever gotten on a fic? 

To be honest, I don't think that I've ever really had any super harsh criticism. None that I can remember, anyway. I was reading through the reviews on one story recently and someone told me that I should work on my dialogue for Mack & Brady because it wasn't true enough to their characters and tbh they probably weren't wrong. That's barely criticism but it was the closest that I could find to it in my five minutes of looking and nothing else stood out in my memory so I guess that's what I'll go with. I know that probably sounds super cocky like "omg i'm amazing i never get any criticism from anyone because i'm amazingggg!!!1!!" but honestly all the reviews on my old stuff were just people being nice to me because I was friendly to them and I get next to no reviews on my current stuff, so there's no real opportunity for criticism if there's no interaction in the first place lmao. 

20. What's your biggest struggle when it comes to writing fic? 

Actually finding the time to write it when I have uni work, family life, stuff with friends and a somewhat healthy sleep schedule to balance as well. I just don't have enough hours in a day. Besides that, when it actually comes to writing I guess I find it hard to stick solely to ideas that progress the plot. I've been trying to work on that a lot more lately and be more ruthless with my planning but sometimes I just get inspired by something fun and in sheer creative desperation I just wedge it into the plot somewhere. And I think that for the reader's sake I need to stop doing this. 

21. Your biggest strength? 

I don't know if this is what anyone else would consider my biggest strength but I personally really like the way that I can develop the characters beyond what little personality we get to see in the movies. I love working on their story arcs and experimenting with how they 'exist' in my head, like finding out who the quiet souls are, who the loud mouths are and why they act like that. From the snippets we actually see of them in the movies and how basic they are, I'm pretty proud of the characters I've rounded them into in my stories; they feel a lot more real now, to me at least. 

22. Which do you do more: read fic or write fic? 

I know it's hard to believe, but probably write. I only really keep up with a handful of stories now and I always find I'm more actively thinking about kicking my butt into gear and writing something myself instead of setting out to read someone else's stuff. 

24. What's your process? 

Daydream and plan out future plot lines for most of the waking hours of the day. Find the fleeting shred of time available in said day to sit down and work on something if both inspiration and motivation are working in my favour. Actually sit down and open up a google doc, perhaps with a cup of tea if I'm feeling particularly adventurous and fancy treating myself for doing something productive. Painfully struggle through the first ten minutes of warming up my writing muscles and getting my creative juices flowing again. Settle into a good rhythm and just let my fingers and the words work their magic until something boring from the real world interrupts me and drags me away from my fictional one. Then repeat. 

25. Of all the fics you've written, which is your favourite? 

I know it's not necessarily a single fic but I really liked when I was writing the one-shots for Surf, Sun, Sand because I knew that I was writing the things people wanted to read, so I knew there was more of a chance that they'd enjoy them. And it was nice not being constrained to one timeline, I could jump around and play with different pairings, ideas and settings as much as I, well, the requests, wanted. I also really liked my Twelve Days of Cruisin' for a Bruisin' Christmas story, but I can't put that at the top spot because I'm so frustrated that I never got that final chapter up. It was really fun to write though and that's one of the few things that I've written that I'm still happy with to this day lmao. I just think it's sweet and I like how I wrote all the characters, so I'd say that's a win for me. 

27. What's your most popular fic? Do you think the popularity is warranted, or is there another fic that you think deserves it more? 

Statistics-wise it's Paper Flowers, by a long-shot. 77,485 views and 331 reviews. Now, I think that the fact that there are about a million chapters and I wrote it back when the fandom was thriving has quite a lot to do with that, if not all of it, because I'm almost certain that it can't be the writing, character quality or whatever crap I threw into the plot back then. But for nostalgia's sake, I'll allow it. And to be fair, it was probably alright at the time. I do think, however, that I've developed and improved my writing style over the years, so it would be nice if Wheels and Waves could get a little more popularity (since it's something I'm actually semi-proud of lol). But I just don't have the audience, so what can you do? 

29. Which of your fics was the hardest to write? 

Just Like Me. By a country mile. Like I mentioned earlier, I really struggle when it comes to writing for Mack & Brady and although I liked the concept (and a few other people did too) I just wasn't ever happy with what I ended up with. The chapters felt boring (which probably had something to do with the fact that I wrote them in my phone notes at 11:30pm), their relationship felt bland and the plot felt like it was going nowhere. I sort of had a vague structure of where I wanted to take it, but when I couldn't seem to get the hang of writing for them every chapter felt like such a challenge. 

30. Favourite fic writers? 

You, girl! I literally don't even bother to keep up with anyone else anymore because I just don't have the time (uni will do that to a bitch, lol) but I never miss a post of yours and will frequently go and re-read your stuff (especially if it's in preparation for a crossover lmao) if I need a pick-me-up. And like you said, we're practically family now and what kind of internet sister would I be if I didn't support my fam?! 

31. Do you write just for fun, or would you ever consider pursuing writing? 

I don't think I'd ever actually pursue it as a job. I'm in dentistry school atm so I'm pretty set on becoming a dentist, but even if that wasn't the case, I don't think I have the creativity to create my own unique story with original characters and a whole universe under my control. I just think it's fun to expand on other ideas and grow my own ideas from them. 

33. Fanfiction pet peeves? 

Bad grammar is really frustrating. But I also just think it's really boring when people will basically re-write the whole movie/story pretty much word-for-word with only the slightest of alterations. Like, I've already watched/read this once, why would I want to do it again? I came here for creativity and fun stories with my fave characters, not the flat-out plot all over again with a cookie-cutter, paper doll inserted into the mix to steal a few lines. It just bored me. 

34. First person, second person or third person? 

I'd probably put second person last because I just find reader-insert things weird and cringey. Like they legit make me feel uncomfortable sometimes. And then I'd go with first person because although I don't really have a problem with it, it's just never a style I'd choose to write in; I just can't really get the hang of it and I prefer to be able to see and show everyone's perspective on a situation from the outside, which is why good old third person has to be my favourite. 

35. OCs, reader inserts or canon pairings?

 Like I said, reader inserts creep me out a bit so definitely not those. Canon pairings are a pretty safe bet and can be cute most of the time (I just personally seem to struggle with them lol) and if they're done well (i.e. not basic bitches with no personality that just double as weird reader inserts *cough cough* Coral in Paper Flowers smh 12 year old me) then I think OCs can be really fun and can add another layer to fanfics that takes them beyond the bubble of what's canon. 

37. Which character is your favourite to write for? 

Saying Coral would be too easy because she's literally my own character, so of course I'm going to enjoy writing for her. So, other than that I'm going to have to say Seacat. I feel much more comfortable writing for the surfers than the bikers anyway, so that definitely plays into it. But I really like the version of him I've created. I really leaned into his sort of fiesty, stubborn side that occasionally showed itself in the movies, which created a super interesting dynamic with his inherent relaxed nature that all the surfers have. He's a really fun character to work with and I've got lots of fun things planned for him, so I think he's earned that top spot. But I'll mention Giggles too because it's been fun developing her character more deeply for Wheels and Waves. I just like a bit more drama, which Seacat can deliver more than my sweet bby G. 

40. Imagine yourself 10 years in the future, do you still think you'll be writing fic? 

Honestly, who knows? Back when I started I never thought I'd still be writing it at 18, so never say never, I guess. 

And since you said I could choose another one, I'll go for 38. From where do you draw inspiration? 

I wanted to include this one because I'm literally listening to my Wheels and Waves playlist as I write this to try to get me into that #writingmood. A few different things influence me but music has always been my biggest inspiration. I'm constantly adding new songs to my playlist and finding songs I want to use so badly that I'll rearrange and shift around plot points to work them into the story. For example, that Coral & Hyde relationship I mentioned earlier? Grown entirely from songs. But yeah, I'm always getting inspired by songs, which is why I'm really trying to get a general plan of Wheels and Waves set in stone so that I'll stop being tempted to switch things around and ruin the plot with convoluted ideas I get on a whim because I heard a fun song. On another note though, if you have any song suggestions then hit me up lmao; I'm always looking for more haha.

#if you made it to the end then you're a saint lmao

[brokenbowen-a]

@solarecour asked: 1-50-

( quarantine ask game )

i’m putting these under the cut because... it’s a lot. but, thank you riles. 

What’s your go to snack?

as of lately it’s been m&ms but it’s usually any kind of chips. i dunno, i’m pretty basic.

What’s a movie you could watch over and over?

honestly there’s lots of movies i could say because i love movies and have many favorites that i have indeed watched over and over again, but the main one would have to be now you see me. the first one or the second one, to be honest. if you know me, you know how much i love those movies. they’re my favorite of all time. and huge comfort movies for me.

Favorite show to binge?

hm, i don’t binge watch shows a whole ton. i think i’d have to say one day at a time. back when it was on netflix, i binged each new season so easily and quickly and rewatch binged a few times. like it’s one of my favorite shows ever and it’s just very binge-able and yeah.

5 songs that make you want to dance?

ex wives or don’t lose ur head from six. cruisin for a bruisin from teen beach movie. work this out from high school musical 2. hoedown throwdown from hannah montana. pretty much anything from mamma mia 1 or 2.

5 songs that make you feel less lonely?

i don’t know ... how to answer this, so i’m just putting five songs i really love. just for a moment from hsmtmts. lover by taylor swift. i’m still standing by elton john. all you wanna do from six (even if it hurts). every single song from the wicked soundtrack. plus. like, sooo many other songs. i love music. a lot. 

Favorite meal to cook yourself?

i... don’t cook. so... ramen noodles lmao.

How do you “treat yourself”?

i buy myself food lmao. 

Favorite thing to do when doing self care?

i... don’t know? what does self care mean, like, exactly? because if it’s just... taking care of yourself, then that’s what i do everyday? i don’t exactly go out and like take myself to the spa or something? i don’t know, do baths count? if so, then, baths. 

Who have you been talking to the most?

the crow fam, you know who you are.

One thing you really miss right now?

assuming this means because of quarantine, then, going to the movies with my mom. or just, out with her in general. i also really miss my grandparents, which isn’t really because of quarantine, but like, i can’t call them up and see if i can come over because of quarantine so... i guess it technically is?

If you could be self isolated with anyone who would it be?

the crow fam, again. without a doubt.

Do you have any pets?

yes, a calico cat named ruta ann and a goldfish named fred

Favorite videgames?

i really only know nintendo when it comes to video games, but super mario galaxy 2 is like my favorite video game ever. but like any mario game in general, honestly. also pokemon, nintendogs, and of course, animal crossing. also in non-nintendo, if sims counts, then sims. even if i don’t have it installed on my current laptop. and also, i haven’t played it ages and this may shock some people, but i actually like call of duty.

Favorite podcasts?

i do not listen to podcasts, sorry.

Favorite YouTubers?

shane dawson (if you know me, you know this, he’s not only my favorite youtuber but one of my fave celebrities ever and someone who means a lot to me) + all his people (ryland, morgan, garrett, drew). and then also i love drew gooden, danny gonzalez and kurtis conner a lot. and i don’t think anyone even knows who this is but i love deargreyson aka alex cloutier. and also carissa nunez.

Wake up time?

um... that’s a good question. it... changes a lot. lately, it’s been anywhere from noon to like two pm. and honestly it can change at any given moment.

Sleep time?

similarly to the wake up time, it changes a lot and can change at any given moment. lately it’s been like... 2 or 3 am.

If you could go anywhere right now where would it be?

hm. i dunno. maybe to meet my best friend @luthcrandsupcr because i was just thinking about that a little bit ago.

What’s a change you want to keep when self isolation is over?

well, i haven’t really had any changes so... there isn’t really anything to say here.

Have you learned something?

i... don’t know. probably, but i can’t think of anything to say...

Any new skills?

no, not really, i don’t think...

What’s a hobby you’d like to start learning?

lowkey, drawing. even though i don’t think i’d been good at it because i can’t draw but honestly i kind of want to try to learn. also dancing, even though the same thing applies. 

What’s something you’d like to get better at?

does... being active count? like, i mean, as in, on here, writing. not like... athletic wise. lmao. if so, then, that. i mean, to be fair, i mostly have not been active because of everything going on with the world, so i feel like this can count...

What food do you wish you had right now?

cheese wontons. i had some the other day because we had chinese and now... i just really want some more.

Your go to quarantine outfit?

i ... have not changed my style or anything at all. so, my go to, every day outfit, is a t-shirt, sweatpants and usually a hoodie.

What have you done today?

i woke up, went to the store to buy something for mine and my sister’s friend. then went out with my dad and my sister to get dinner. came home, ate, got a bath, and now here i am.

Any plans for tomorrow?

i don’t think so? besides preparing for easter, i think we may be dyeing eggs? i dunno.

What’s on your “to watch” list?

right now, locke and key. my brother just finished it and he and my sister were telling me about it last night and i became intrigued. also, the second to all the boys because i still have not seen that. and i know it’s literally been months but also let it snow because i was reminded last night i still need to watch that.

Any musicians/bands you’ve discovered?

no, not really. i’ve discovered some new songs because of tik tok or video edits on instagram but like, not really any that i’ve checked out the singer’s other music or anything.

Post a selfie right now!!

i would prefer not to, to be honest.

Post pictures of your pets!

i don’t have any pics of them on my laptop :/

When was the last time you drank water?

i don’t know. i ... don’t drink water a lot. rip :/

When was the last time you ate?

like, a couple hours ago?

When was the last time you got up and stretched?

um, not too long ago because i got a bath. i dunno, maybe like an hour ago?

Favorite song right now?

hmm, i’ve been listening to a lot of throwback lately. honestly, anything from avril lavigne. but also because i am still highkey obsessed, anything from six. and also, obviously, hsmtmts.

Favorite social media to scroll through?

does tik tok count? if so, then tik tok, hands down. but also, twitter and instagram. and of course, tumblr.

What’s the last thing you ate?

a burger and tater tots.

What’s the weather like where you are?

it’s been rainy and cold, mostly.

Have you been playing animal crossing?

yes, but not new horizeons because i am very small and i have no money. but i HAVE been playing new leaf.

How are you feeling?

eh, okay, i guess.

Who’s the last person you texted?

my sister

What does your last text message say with no context?

right lmao, fucking sammy

Post a meme that made you laugh recently!

i hope this counts

Outdoor activity you’d like to do right now?

i... don’t do outdoor activities.

Something you’re looking forward to when quarantine is over?

going to the movies with my mom

Someone you’d like to see when quarantine is over?

my mom, lmao

Any new games coming out you want to play?

not really? i don’t think so...

New shows you’ve discovered?

i mean it was like a month ago, but i am not okay with this. if that counts? and also, if i can count locke and key even though i haven’t watched it yet?

Most comfortable piece of clothing you have?

probably my shane dawson hoodie 

#( let’s talk about ricky bowen // mun answers ) #( number one ricky bowen stan // about mun ) #(so many of these were really lame answers lmao) #(but also i didn't do number 50 because it said ask me anything and... i didn't know how to work with that) #(BUT THANK YOU RILES) #solarecour

[rollsoffthetongue]

CRUISIN’ FOR A BRUISIN’

Idiomatic Meaning: Looking for trouble; courting violence; looking for a fight; behaving or talking in an inflammatory or intensely irritating way that is liable to get him beaten up; deliberately taunting or provoking someone in the hope or expectation that they will respond violently.

 Literal Meaning: Travelling by ship in search of violence, either to give or receive it.

 Usage: Spoken and informal, American and British English.

 Origin: Mid-20th century, American and British English. This expression could refer to sailors or midshipmen in the navy. Cruising is essentially a naval term since that’s what it’s called when they go to sea for a specific period of time or purpose. But in the 1940’s and 50’s the word was used in African American slang to mean strolling, parading and later, driving around. In this instance it’s highly metaphoric and no actual movement is implied, it’s more of a mental state.

 Why is this funny? In this cartoon, we see two guys standing on a corner watching another guy who’s driving a convertible, drive by wave at them and yell out an insult to the mother of the guy with the big muscles. The big guy is insulted and can’t believe that the skinny driver would yell that insult. The friend standing with him says the driver is looking for trouble, looking for a fight and the big guy is ready to beat him up because of the insult. The driver is cruising around in his car looking for a fight. He’s “cruising for a bruising.” (you can drop the final G on both words to make it sound more like slang).

 Sample sentence: When the guy asked my girlfriend for a date while I was standing right next to her, he was “cruising for a bruising.”

#idiom

[larreine-blog]

────RAZZ MY BERRIES  !  did [ JODIE COMER ] just roll into friendsville ? my peepers are busted, that’s just [ LORRAINE BEAUFORT ]. that cat is a [ OWNER OF PARKER & SON ] who’s pretty [ VERSATILE & INTELLIGENT ], but they’re also [ VAIN & TEMPERAMENTAL ], so try staying on the [ TWENTY SIX ] year old’s good side, unless you’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’ ! if I had to pick a tune for them, it would be [ HARD HEADED WOMAN BY ELVIS PRESLEY ]. word from the bird is [ SHE ] just got hitched to [ NICHOLAS COOKE ], ain’t they the ginchiest ? good luck to them !

hello there, i go by b, but you can call me bi, bia, bianca, whatever floats your boat tbh. apologies for the late intro, but i was waiting for tumblr to actually let me show on the tag, who knows if it will obey me though. i actually work in an auto shop so this is bound to be some fun!! 

lorraine was born just on the outskirts of paris, to a father that was filthy rich, and a southern, small town woman for a mother. her father (lorraine's grandfather) had owned parker and son for two generations, but he had had no son, only a daughter whose interests were not to be found in a small little town in america.

lorraine went on to grow like the perfect heiress should: pretty, charming, just enough clever, just enough intelligent, on the outer layer. to see beyond a facade becomes easy once you're meant to hold one of your own, and lorraine was good at that (both at seeing past someone's crap and to keep up her own).

the last thing she had ever wanted was to marry. marriage hinders freedom and makes women just another object of men, and lorraine would rather die than to lie flat and just take it. so she has always made suitors scatter, which has made her gain a reputation of being difficult (which is a ghastly thing for a woman, even nowadays, so imagine it 60 years ago).

she lost her twin brother on the end of the war, and because the heartache was too large, the rest of the family moved to america. lorraine, already naturally temperamental, shut herself further, becoming quite stingy. she stopped pretending to finding joy in social obligations, and retreated mostly to her room, though she did enjoy spending time in the garage.

her fixation on mechanics had grown on the time spent with her grandfather. he was her favorite family member, who spoiled her the most, and who taught her her way around a simple filter oil change and through the most complicated engines. but being a mechanic was not what was expected of a young woman who had the best parisian education, nor it was proper (tbh this is what made her want it more).

when she became older, her parents made an arrangement in an inheritance contract that stipulated she would only get to the fortune if she married. though she was furious, she was sensible enough to know there wouldn't be much way to get around this.

enters the friendsville marriage contract. she found the arrangement to be, ironically, her ticket to freedom. 

it has been nearly a year she has married nicholas, and i believe they are quite a match (she does too, but will she ever admit it? lmao). they are both big fakes.

she has since reopened her father’s auto shop, though she resigns herself to the running of the shop rather than the covered in grease bit. she finds misogyny a hilarious and lucrative thing, because since men often look past her, she often has not only the upper hand, but also the gossip (because men gossip much worse than women BELIEVE ME).

personality wise, she is duplicitous and deviant. her difficult label is one only her employees (and nicholas lbr) get to know, and friendsville knows of lorraine cooke as the perfect wife and woman, a golden rose. keeping her thorns concealed can be more fun anyways. 

extra:

though she was born and bred in france, she has no perceptive accent anymore (though her french comes out strong when she is angry). she can also speak italian, and teaches herself languagues when she is bored/has the time.

she used to be called raine/reine when she was growing up, not only because it is the diminutive of her name, but because she is a bit of a queen (and certainly behaves as spoiled).

she is quite vain, and always wants to keep up with the trends.

she is very much aware of her husband's personality and affairs. it has become a topic of discussion between them, especially because she believes in an eye for an eye and definitely has made a competition in how many women can we fuck outside of wedlock.

yes, she's super bi. women are a gift to the humankind. 

talking about women...lorraine has became a bit of a patron to women in town, aiming to support them financially into a professional life that hardly has any space for them anymore.

and lastly, lorraine is currently on the VERY early stages of pregnancy (1 month ish!) so we gonna see how that will go!!!

#babyboom.intro