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sminny-wew · 8 months

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Megaman Battle Network but I went back in time and moved a chair (headcanons/musings under the cut)

Everything else is the same but Lan was the one who had HBD, died, and was brought back by Dr. Hikari as Megaman.EXE (anything relating to this concept will be tagged "MegaLan AU" but otherwise he's called Megaman.EXE here)

Hub is a humble, polite, and diligent 5th grader. Greatly admires his dad and wants to work in navi development just like him, but is still a mama's boy. He always goes to bed, wakes up, and gets to school on time. He studies just enough to maintain decent grades, does all his chores, and gets around by skateboarding. Hub has a pretty happy and peaceful life, but something feels...missing. His dad's long work hours and mom's fussing have led him to feel somewhat sheltered and lacking in excitement, and his parents have noticed. So, for Hub's 10th birthday, Dr. Hikari surprised his son with his own custom netnavi: Megaman.EXE.

"Why did Dad name you 'Megaman'?" "Because I'm mega cool! 👉😎👉" [Or if you prefer the Japanese names: "Why did Dad name you 'Rockman'?" "Because I rock! 👉😎👉"]

This Megaman is very cocky and proud of his skills, but not to the point of delusion (he is not immune to fucking around and finding out lmao). It's more a case of him hyping himself up because A) he can do things as a navi that he could never do as a human, and B) he got a second chance at life and wants to live it to the fullest. He hates that he's separated from his family and the rest of the world by a screen, but he's still really happy that he got to know his twin brother at all. Someone's gotta drag Hub out of the classroom to see all the exciting things the world has to offer!!!

Unlike Hub with school and chores, this Megaman has to be prodded into doing navi tasks like file cleanup, software maintainance, etc. He's also not the most reliable alarm clock lmao

This Megaman has a bad habit of leaving the joke program running in the background. Hub keeps turning it off and even tried deleting it but somehow Megaman still has it running most of the time (he knows when to dial it back tho)

Despite slacking on most other navi tasks, this Megaman is still without a doubt very powerful, excels at netbattling, and is very eager to tackle net crimes (he begged Hub to jack him into the oven when it caught fire). He also loves to tease opponents, he keeps it lighthearted when battling friendly navis like Roll or Gutsman but can get pretty sassy against enemies. It's not smart, especially where Bass is concerned, but then again this is still Lan we're talking about. And SPEAKING OF

There were more than a few times where he almost gave away his real identity, whether it be because he made a comment about craving curry or called Hub "big bro" without thinking and tried to laugh it off ("It's because we're so close and you act all responsible and stuffy like an older brother!! No other reason hAHAHAHA ;;")

Once Dr. Hikari gives Hub "Lan.BAT" to save Megaman from deletion and tells him the truth, Hub is definitely still surprised but not as much as he could be ("Man, Hub, you're taking this whole 'dead twin reborn as a navi' thing pretty casually..." "You weren't exactly subtle about it, little bro.")

During the big climax in BN5, Megaman-channeling-the-spirit-of-Lan is mostly serious and focused, but he still can't help but be like "Heh, I look SO cool right now!!" and then the second the powerup wears off he crumples to the ground like he has glass bones and paper skin but it was SO worth it

Megaman is the only one who takes the rivalry with Chaud and Protoman seriously; poor Hub just wants to be friends and not cause problems but alas his navi got the Shounen Protagonist ADHD

Since the dynamic is flipped around, Maylu and Roll don't have the same feelings for the boys that they normally would, Maylu might've had a crush on Hub when they were little but she got over it (also: my house, my aroace Hub)

Also just in general, because he was a little more sheltered than canon Lan, Hub didn't have many friends for most of his life. He still grew up with Maylu as his next-door neighbor and childhood friend, but they weren't as close as Maylu and Lan. Hub avoided Dex b/c he saw Dex as a bully and wanted to stay as far from trouble as possible, and Yai he just didn't interact with due to shyness. But once Megaman entered the picture, Hub became much more social and outgoing. He became closer to Maylu, befriended Dex and Yai, and actively wants to befriend Chaud because he sees that same sense of loneliness in Chaud.

"I know how we can save Chaud!! First I need you to throw me--" "I AM NOT DOING THAT FOR SEVERAL REASONS"

#megaman battle network #megaman.exe #rockman.exe #lan hikari #netto hikari #hub hikari #saito hikari #MegaLan AU #artsy fartsy

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andtheyreonfire · 2 months

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at the end of every tether

Ao3

WC: 3070

AN: hbd @sizediscount !!!! i got you a serial killer <3 for G/t July, Day 19: Out of reach.

Ren’s never actually seen what cognitive rulers do when he’s not fighting them.

He’d assume they’d despawn, like a boss they haven’t hit the cutscene trigger for yet. But Futaba points out their constant presence during every infiltration. They seem more like puppets, than anything. A mouthpiece regurgitating their owner’s fucked-up ideals. A chipped piece of grey matter that wandered around, aimlessly, until it decided to kick the Thieves’ ass.

It was a consideration, that they would just sit on their fancy little throne like the ruler they were, seemingly alone in their corrupted little corner of heart. Ren didn’t think he’d be right.

Ren also didn’t think he’d confirm this by being locked in a massive, golden birdcage, eye-level with the absolutely oversized ruler of Akechi Goro’s palace.

Akechi’s palace seemed a maze of sharp corners and dead ends. Ren’s third eye was only good for uncovering the non-lethal, annoying traps, and Futaba’s Persona was only good for leading them around in a circle. It was a long, tense few hours until they found their way into something that seemed like a next room—

Before it was revealed that their hours of struggle took place in a literal rat maze, located near in the middle of an absolutely titanic castle. And, while the majority of Shadows were normal-sized and scurrying around like rats, there was one, massive problem they could hear stomping in the background.

Ren didn’t realize Akechi’s cognition was stalking them until it was too late. Until his current party was downed, him included. Until genuine fear was singing through his veins, watching the cognition shrug off his remaining teammates like mosquitoes. Until his mouth was already forming the words, wait, please, don’t hurt them, take me instead—

“I’m not one for consolation prizes,” Akechi’s cognition had boomed, Ren craning his neck up, up, up, just to see past his crouched knees. Before he could even flinch, a massive, gloved hand filled his vision, Akechi’s warped face regarding him with a possession he’s never seen on him in his life. “Though, who am I to deny ownership of a new toy?”

Really, Ren should’ve known something was up the second they confirmed Akechi’s third keyword as beanstalk.

And now, Ren sits, cross-legged and cross-armed in a birdcage larger than his room. He is, by all accounts, the human thief from Jack’s fairy tale, and Akechi’s brain is going to grind his bones to make his bread. Perfect. Just perfect.

At least his teammates are safe, with plans and plans to rescue Ren and reunite. And, considering the way Ren screamed after the cognition had tossed him up into the air like a pebble, probably planning a cognitive shutdown upon their return.

It’s not like they hadn’t discussed it, between questions of why, why, why. Why here? Why now? Why Akechi? Why was Ren so quiet as they discussed the very valid option of letting his mind decay—

A massive, cold shadow blocks out the light. Without seeing its owner, Ren scrambles back, his spine hitting the gold bars of the cage. A part of him doesn’t want to look, doesn’t want to see the face of the boy he played billiards with looming above him like a skyscraper. So, Ren doesn’t. It’s a perfect, fool-proof strategy—

Up until the cognition’s voice crackles through the air like distant thunder, “Hm. Bored, now.”

Ren’s eyes snap up, just in time to see a massive, stupidly fast hand reach in the cage. Ren doesn’t even have time to get his feet under him before it wraps around his body, and yanks him out like a child’s doll.

Ren isn’t thinking about the fact that there’s nothing between him in the floor except the cognition’s hand, it squeezing his arms to his side and curling a pinkie under his legs. Ren isn’t thinking about his face looming above him, nor that the eyes locked onto his body are larger than his head. He certainly isn’t thinking about all the things the giant could do to him, nor the realization that, after everything, this might be the first time Ren would need a revival bead—

The cognition flops back against his throne, kicking his feet up against a building-sized ottoman. As if remembering the thief in his grip, he brings Ren to his face. Ren stalwartly refuses to look at him, squeezing his eyes shut, even as this Akechi chuckles and brushes a thumb against his head. There have been many palaces Ren disliked but this one he thinks he truly hates—

“I know I’m a lot to take in,” The cognition purrs—that’s not right, some part of Ren’s brain manages, only stopping himself from panicking by a thread. “But you don’t have to hide. It’s not like you haven’t seen more than my face.”

The soft pad of a glove prods against Ren’s face. He sputters, squirms, but eventually the cognition pins his head between his thumb and the side of his finger. Ren can only shudder as it pushes his mask right off his face.

Ren’s pulse spikes. He creaks his eyes open, only to squeeze them shut as the cognition’s finger fills his vision. It hovers too close for his eyes to focus, a padded glove brushing against his forehead and—brushing the hair out of his eyes?

Because he’s always been an idiot when it came to Akechi, Ren opens his eyes.

The cognition stares back. “There we are.” He smiles, and the stretch of his face is one too many things to focus on, because— “There’s that pretty face of yours.”

Ren’s cheeks burn, heart hammering in his chest. Instead of addressing anything, he takes in the—expanse of the cognition’s body. He appears to be nothing more than an oversized facsimile of Loki. He wears a striped, band-like jacket. The patterns fade and curve in a way Ren can’t follow, not against the length of his massive arm. Minus the searing bright gold of his eyes, the cognition looks human—aside, of course, from the red horns jutting from his forehead like streetlamps, his absurd height, and—are those fangs—?

Akechi’s cognition is grinning down at Ren with fangs longer than his hand. Ren is utterly trapped, probably barely bigger than the thumb of the giant holding him. Ren is trying not to process the last sentence the cognition breathed into this world. After everything, he barely catches his low murmur, “I thought you’d be more entertaining than the shadows scurrying around here. I wonder, would you scream as well as them?”

Every ounce of blood drains out of Ren’s body. The cognition’s eyes crinkle in delight. Latching onto the conversation topic—and knowing that he probably would, and every bit of Akechi’s psyche would love it—Ren says, “Do the shadows here not worship you?”

The cognition hums, the sound reverberating through Ren’s chest like a bass. “Oh, they should—but, no. I’m the only thing that deserves power, around here. They’re nothing more than distractions.”

Ren fights the urge to shudder, remembering peeking into a room with the cognition in it, watching him idly dispose of a group that would overwhelm the thieves with just a few, white-hot blasts of energy.

He’s distracted enough he almost doesn’t register the words vibrating through his core. “Goro-kun’s cognition only allows for one person in power, I’m afraid.”

Ren blinks. His mouth feels, suddenly, dry. He tries to read the cognition’s face, even just the few feet in front of him, but all he can read is the same, vague satisfaction. “You know?”

“Everything, yes,” The cognition says, and he says it so assuredly Ren feels the urge to believe him.

“That you’re not real?”

The cognition seems to start, at that. He pulls Ren closer, higher, holding him above his towering face. And, without even a twitch as warning, he lets go.

Ren falls, wind whipping through his coat and his hair and, suddenly, the surface of not-Akechi’s lap seems more like it’ll break his legs than anything. And, suddenly, Ren’s voice is escaping him in an involuntarily scream, Akechi’s body shooting past him and the ground rushing closer and—

Idly, lazily, the cognition’s other hand catches him. Ren lands with an oof in the massive palm, less than a couple meters away from a bone-breaking fall. Instinctively, to assess the threat before him, Ren looks up.

He has to crane his neck back to see the cognition’s face, the way his fangs gleam in the light of his throne room as he asks, “Does this seem fake to you?”

Ren can barely form words, more focused on taking shallow, even breaths. Thankfully, the cognition beats him to the chase. “Goro-kun’s known the rules of the Metaverse since he was fifteen. If he hadn’t already awakened, I’m what would be his Persona. Since he’s awakened several, was a Cognitive Pscience guinea pig, this that and the third, I’ve known I’m a cognition since the moment these palace walls formed.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Ren croaks.

The cognition shrugs, bringing Ren up a closer to the billboard of his face. “We have a compulsion to tell the truth. Besides, you’ve always been a great listener.” He smiles, a little less sharp. “I’m sure you have more questions. Ask away.”

Ren figures he doesn’t have much to lose, so he tries, “Can you let me go?”

The shadow laughs, a sharp, painful bark that leaves Ren clutching his ears. He says, in the same tone Akechi would use when Ren would risk everything to do a ridiculous trick shot, “Be serious. You’re trying to steal my heart, are you not?”

Wary of the shadow’s fingers hovering around him, Ren tries, “Does Akechi not want us to change his heart?”

“Every ruler wants someone to change their heart.” The cognition rests his head on his hand, eyes flicking up to the ceiling. “It’s why there’s always a route to the treasure—or a route to a bullet in their head. Subconsciously, humans will always desire help. Goro-kun will scream and cry and bite once you send him that calling card, but, in the end, he’ll be a changed man and everything will work out fine.”

He draws out the final syllable. His fingers twitch towards Ren, and Ren hasn’t missed a warning since Kamoshida’s castle. “Do you have anything more interesting to ask?”

Ren swallows. Well, he has time, and if the cognition’s being honest... “Are you going to hurt me?”

The cognition peers down at him, the glow of his eyes nearly blinding, “Hasn’t Goro-kun already done enough?”

Ren remembers February, December, November. Ren can also see what’s looming within arm’s reach, “Then why am I in the palm of your hand?”

“Why change the heart of every person you come across? Why surround yourself with friends willing to die for you? Why use my life as a bargaining chip during that February?” The cognition pokes him in the side. Ren flinches. “Do you know how easy it would be to take advantage of your size? Goro-kun’s never truly had power over you, but I do. And what can you do about it?”

“Stop you,” Ren breathes, like a mantra, “We’re going to fix this, we’re going to save you—“

“You’re so cute,” The cognition says, like he’s baby-talking a kitten. “I could hurt you, if I want to state the obvious. But, I think it’d only break Goro-kun’s distorted heart if I killed the boy he loves.”

The air in Ren’s lungs goes cold. A beat passes. Two. Eventually, he manages to stutter out, “I’m sorry?”

The cognition searches his face, eyes gleaming like a spotlight, before fanged lips curl into a smile. “Aw, you didn’t know? It really didn’t take a detective. You were his only companion, why wouldn’t he develop a puppy crush?” Ren can’t quite convince himself he’s lying, can’t quite pull air into his lungs before he rumbles, “You weren’t there for the dozens of unsent date invites, the Wikipedia pages he read just to impress you, and, oh, the way he threw up that curry you made for him when he killed you—“

“Stop it—“ Ren tries, tries, tries. “Let me go—“

“He needed you, and he couldn’t stand it.” The cognition lifted him up, running a finger down his side, his touch gentle. “He had to push you away, you see? Push himself into nothingness, find the magic beans that would help him repent, but also forget you.” Ren squirms, grunts, but massive fingers press against him back, hold him still as the cognition pets him. “He failed, if it wasn’t obvious. He thought of you every night, until his heart became corrupted, and his desires swelled his perception of himself into me. Don’t flatter yourself, truly, it wasn’t only because of you—with everything that’s happened to him, it’s a miracle it didn’t distort sooner.”

“You’re—“ Hurting him, except he wasn’t. The cognition was just petting him and talking to him and Ren wanted to crawl out of his skin. “Stop—“

“And now, I’m here.” Goro hums, finally flipping Ren onto his back, pinning him down with his index finger. Ren struggles against the weight, and only feels the cognition’s breath wash over him in a silent laugh. “I’m here to do what he was too helpless, to small to do. He never wanted to let you go? Then I won’t. He wanted to lock you in a cage, away from anyone else but him? Then I will. He wanted your entire world to narrow to his hands, to pull your life on a string guided by his fingers?” The cognition leans in. Smirks, wide. “Who am I to deny him the privilege?”

Here, an arm’s reach away from his massive face, Ren can tell the cognition is telling the truth. His organs feel too large for his body. He fights the urge to shield himself, to claw out his heart, to plead and beg and ask why didn’t he just tell me—?

It’s not like he wasn’t fond of Akechi, but even if he could make his lips form the word love, he’s sure neither of them would want their relationship to progress like this.

Though, what is this cognition, but twisted desires made real?

“Don’t worry about anything else, okay?” The cognition continues, after Ren’s almost caught his breath. “I’ll take care of everything. If your thieves are smart enough, they won’t come back to us. If not—what’s a few more pests to squash?”

The cognition peers down at him, lips turning up as Ren writhes under his finger. It’s impossibly heavy, crushing the air out of his lungs, the weight of the cognition's words flutter around Ren’s head. His blood-red gloves look so small against the cognition’s digit, and for all of Ren’s Metaverse strength, he doesn’t budge an inch. He probably won’t even be able to save his friends.

“You’re so cute when you squirm,” The cognition says, with a tone like dark chocolate. “Maybe I will keep you around. I have all the treasure I need, right here—“

“I’m sorry,” is the only thing Ren can think to say.

The cognition blinks at him, like a cat watching their prey. Ren licks his lips, wills himself to breathe under the weight of his finger. “I’m sorry we let it get this bad. I’m sorry I didn’t know you were alive until a week ago, that I didn’t do anything to help you. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you lo—your feelings until it was too late.”

The finger’s weight lessens, a little. Ren continues, peering up, trying to see if he can pierce through those golden eyes. “I’m going to fix this, Goro. We’re going to save you, I promise.”

The cognition stares at him. Ren recognizes the poker face as the one he’s leveraged to Goro countless times. Gradually, he lifts his finger off Ren’s chest. Ren doesn’t move, lying on his side, waiting for the cognition’s next play.

With the force of a runaway train, the cognition’s fingers snap to Ren’s collar. The surface of the massive palm vanishes. Ren’s legs flail, his hands trying, in vain, to stop his coat from choking him. The cognition pulls him up, until all he can see is his eyes, staring him down like speeding headlights.

“Don’t pretend like this isn’t a game to you and your group of Phantom Thieves, like I haven’t ruined every—“ The cognition cuts himself off, barks out a laugh. “You don’t care about him, you never did. That’s why I’m here, to give him what he’s too cowardly to take.”

“That’s why I’m, here, too,” Ren grunts. He debates kicking out, clipping the edge of the cognition’s nose with his boot, but considering how far off the ground he is—and how close he is to the cognition’s mouth—he thinks better of it. “You think I wouldn’t come all this way if I didn’t care—?”

The cognition stands up in one, fluid movement. Ren can’t help the scream he gives, nor the way his hands claw for purchase against massive fingers. Genuine sweat beads on his forehead. The ground’s so far away—

“I wonder, how your thieves would react to seeing you reduced to a stain?” The cognition stomps forward, fingers steel around Ren’s scruff, even as he kicks and sways. “You seem to forget your place, little thing—“

Static electricity sings through Ren’s veins, adrenaline keeping him struggling, even as the cognition dangles him over a skyscraper-sized drop. “Goro—“

The slam of the cognition opening the cage is the only thing Ren can register, before he sends him flying through the air. His side hits the gilded floor, sliding across it like an abandoned toy.

“Fe, fi, fo, fum. I smell the blood of a lying thief.” Ren cranes his neck up just in time to see the cognition slam the door closed. He glares down at him, his shadow blocking out the light, and Ren’s never quite felt so small. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

With that, the cognition stomps away. He settles down into that massive throne, ignoring Ren like he truly is just some pet in a cage. Ren’s hands swelter. This sucks. This sucks, and yet…

All he can do is sit back, wait for his thieves, and hope that, after they change Goro’s heart, making things right isn’t too out of reach..

#persona 5 g/t #p5 g/t #my writing #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t fanfiction #gtjuly #g/t july #gtjuly 2024

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moecartoons · 9 months

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Have you ever read "Cyberchase Web Adventures"? That was the series of five official web comics that released on the pbskids website back in the day. They aren't on the site anymore. However, they are on WayBack Machine, and people have assembled them in full for Internet Archive and Flashpoint Archive uploads. Episode 1-3, "How It All Started", was a prequel to the show. Episode 4, "Numberless Poddles" was an original Poddleville story. Episode 5, "Hacker Jack" was an original Tikiville story.

Yes! I have!! They're charming little webcomics. And yeah, wayback is a blessing fr. I'm so nostalgic for the older cyberchase website design from when I was little.

I gave them a revisit, lmao, so much of it is broken, but it was still fun to read. I find it interesting how it contradicts "Lost My Marbles" when it comes to Digit. Personally I prefer the idea of him being fully bad, lmao, which we got a sneak peek of I think in All The Right Angles. The one with Ivanka. It's also where I got the idea of Jackie being a cheerleader and Matt being most into baseball.

But yes! I agree, you're right 4 and 5 are. You can even see they used some screenshots as backgrounds/characters even. It feels like when they release a video game alongside a movie, and you can tell they had only a vague idea of what the plot was and some access to official assets.

Also it's funny in Numberless Poddles, they say they only took their numbers but Buzz and Delete are standing around with a bunch of eggs. It's also either very broken or very zany. Suddenly the kids put giant HBD hats on the Hacker team xD

Oh my goodness, I forgot 5 was a comic. The style is so fun honestly. Idk if I can read it all, there's something about a form. xD I couldn't find the flashpoint or archive you mentioned, so I used Wayback

Thanks for the ask tho, it was fun visiting the webisodes! C:

#Asks

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hammondcast · 2 years

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Jon Hammond Show 12 17 2022

#WATCHMOVIE HERE: Jon Hammond Show 12 17 2022

Jon's archive https://archive.org/details/jon-hammond-show-12-17-2022

Youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsRQGqhUGG0

Jon Hammond Show 12 17 2022

Jon Hammond

Wishing a very happy birthday to main man Bill Walters!!

12/11 HBD Latesnake!!

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Jon Hammond Show 12 17 2022 Public Access Television MNN TV

28 minute broadcast on Public Access Television MNN Manhattan Neighborhood Network Channel 1 - Music, Travel, Soft News 39th year - air time EST: 01:30 AM late Friday night / Saturday

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28 minute program on MNN / Manhattan Neighborhood Network channel 1, 39th year at time slot 01:30 AM EST Late Friday Nights / Early Saturday Mornings - Public Access TV Community Access

Theme Song Late Rent in Heimathaus Rotenburg, Hofheim am Taunus Jazzkeller Hofheim, Stanley Coffee time, musikmesse Center Stage with Lee Oskar on Jon Hammond Band, Nashville Music City Center

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Tomorrow 12/12

12/12 - a date that for me went down in to infamy - it was 12/12/1989 when I managed to pull off this gig in the Indigo Blues Club on W. 46th Street in the basement of Hotel Edison - it was partly owned by Miles Davis and some mafia cats. I put a quartet together with Bernard Purdie drums, Alex Foster tenor, one of the greatest jazz guitarist in the world Jack Wilkins and yours truly Jon Hammond at the Hammond B3, it became necessary at that time for me to change guitar players - I got the B3 down there and Joe Berger shot my PV-430D camera and sat in on guitar - Scott Cooper shot some video also - it was a cold night in December and I was down to my last bucks - down even further after the gig - almost everybody who came said theyw ere on a non-existant guest list and we didn't have anyone to cover the door - they just walked right in and sat right down don't ya' know. No business like the music business folks - I'm on TV tonight at my usual time slot 01:30 AM - 2AM late Friday night / wee hours of Saturday, we are the night people! Stay in and tune me in on Manhattan Neighborhood Network - MNN channel 1

Jon Hammond Show - 39th year

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Bernard Purdie drums on Jon Hammond Band - Indigo Blues Club NYC

Contax G2 camera film shooter covering the The New York Times walk out The NewsGuild of New York yesterday, he must be a photographer for NY Times:

Local 802 AFM Member Jon Hammond Supports The NewsGuild of New York - big demonstration today at NY Times Building

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"More than 8,500 of The NewsGuild’s 26,000+ members have joined since 2015 at more than 120 newly unionized publications and organizations.

Our newest members are part of a surge in organizing among communications employees across the U.S. and Canada – at publications as big as the Los Angeles Times and Chicago Tribune and as small as the Casper Star-Tribune, and in places with a strong union tradition (like Allentown’s Morning Call) and in states without a big union presence (like Texas’ Dallas Morning News and the Austin American-Statesman, Virginia’s Roanoke Times and Florida’s Miami Herald, Orlando Sentinel and Palm Beach Post).

The recent rise in union organizing is in response to turmoil in the industry that has left many of us with low wages, a daunting workload and little or no input at work. And the upheaval – which has been intensified by the COVID-19 pandemic – has undermined our ability to hold the powerful accountable and to tell the stories of our communities."

Another excellent haircut from main man Barber Yosef Mullokan

Marc Joseph Salon & Spa Wellness NYC! Jon Hammond

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themanicgalaxy · 3 years

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SPN 5X1 Sympathy for the Devil

THUNDERSTRUCK OPENS SEASON 5 OH HELL YEAH

aight, lucifer's back, i got six episodes to catch up on(two weekends) AND YOU'VE BEEN THUNDERSTRUCKKKKK

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT EFFECT AHAHAHA

yeah I see why tumblr likes it, it's the mainstream version of itself

not that that made sense, but IT'S SEASON 5 TIME!

oh this is a NICE lighting effect?

oo interesting transition?

zachariah?

ok so the beam kills the plane ?

why are they on the plane ?

ah yes the late 2000s sure were a Fun Time

PLEASE FUCKING TALK TO EACH OTHER I SWEAR TO GOD I AM SO TIRED OF THIS

YES IT'S MY COPING MECHANISM TOO, BUT I'M NOT HUNTING THE DEMONS

CHUCK FUCKING SCARED ME DAMN

no Sam's Totally not a Demon it's Fine

Cas? Dead?

boy you sure can try

Exploded Cas HAHAHA HE HAS A MOLAR IN HIS HAIR

oh good it's zach

"it's apocalypse now" feels like a reference to...apocalypse now heh

the vessel oho the planting and payoff

O H TH AT WAS C L E V ER DEAN!

WHERE IS C A S WHERE IS THE ANGEL

does...Dean know about Ruby

hey they said the roll credits

o Dean doesn't know about the voicemail

ASFPHSIHF i hate you people

ah Dean the "let's move on let's move on let's move on"

Oh ok the vessel

WAIT THEY NEED CONSENT RIGHT THE POINTED SET UP

hoh that is a lot of blood

IS BECKY A W*NCESTIE SHIPPER WHAT THE F U C K

well this is a very nice portrayal of fans

jesus christ

i mean to be fair, there ARE some fans like this but still bad

what the actual HELL she's in the season premiere?

this is Strange

please god don't bring up the Fanfics

i do like the critique of their own show at least briefly

although it's being made fun of...?

"can you quit touching me?"

scene change scenE CHANGE

SWORD OF MICHAEL

ah macguffin plot

GO DO R E S E A R C H

Dean really wants to Not Think About it

Bobby..?

B O B B Y ?

it's not Bobby, it's not, it can't be

NO HE LOOKS SO SAD

look I get it they need support, but not being coddled is important

some middle ground ig

CLEVER DEAN ! C L E V E R!

yep! not Bobby!

felt WAY too out of character

MEG! HOLY HELL I DIDN'T KNOW SHE SHOWED UP THIS EARLY

MEGMEGMEGMEG

AND IT SOUNDS LIKE HER! OH MY GOD

oo villain hero banter god I love having that

the flirting thing is weird ok fine do your fetish thing

BOBBY?

B O B B Y ?

NO ! NONONO! ARE YOU KIDDING ME THERE'S NO WAY

goddamn i love Meg

what the FUCK happened to exorcisms yall

aww the baby crying woke mina awwwwww

she's a protective fucker

oh the bloody crib imagery is FUCKED it's VERY nice

oh thank GOD they take him to a hospital

I thought castle said CASTIEL lol

also NICE imagery

ok lots of dead guys

"oh thank god the angels are here" pfftahaha

yeah Dean's the michael sword whoopsie

DID YOU FUCK THE MICHAEL SWORD CASTIEL

"wad of insecurity and self loathing" pfft

why didn't they just say vessel

ANGEL CONDOM

oh the Bang and instant leg break is nice

AH CONSENT

C L E V E R D E A N

"it is written" free will babyyyy

ah uses Bobby as leverage

jeez

altho angel power is INTENSE

"are we having fun yet" OH HELL

seriously hbo spn would be INTENSE body horror what do you mean no lungs

C A S! CASCAS!!!

HE'S ALIVE! I MEAN I KNEW BUT CAS

INTENSE CURLY HAIRED CAS

S I G I L PROTECTIVE S I G I L

"no i carved it into your ribs" THE DELIVERY AHAHAHA

just doesn't answer ok then

~I'm an angel~

at least he flagged lucifer, I was hoping someone would

the angels rly do be "gaslight gatekeep girblossing"

i do find a lucifer plot line played straight interesting! who'd a thunk

ok seriously, it was TOO easy to find someone wronged by god

oo the don't lie thing, that's neat

jeez, they rly had the budget of Nothing

Bobby oh my God

THE GED QUOTE! THAT WAS THIS!

"I got no idea, but I got a GED and a give em hell attitude, we'll figure it out" HAHAHA I L O V E H I M

look at least SOMEONE doesn't cut them off

"I deserve a medal for this" pffttt

hey they're framing Dean taller

ALSO HIS HAIR IS A BIT FLUFFY! GOOD! IT LOOKS GOOD!

"I don't think we can ever be what we were"

this feels Real and I HATE it

and they split up with a SHOT OF THE LAMP

god the glass is chewy tonight

1. God+Disillusionment. Ok here's the thing: the whole scene where Lucifer didn't even have to do much to convince Nick? I think? to go against God feels important. Like it feels as if God has abandoned us, and we want to get back at him. Absent Father narrative, mixed with a bit of ye old exceptionalism(you're all mighty and all powerful, why didn't you help me). It...obviously I don't know who's idea it was to go this way, or what lens they were viewing this through specifically, but that convincing(and what Nick believed so he could let himself be convinced) felt important both in the context(vague 2009, after the crash) and in the story. I feel like this theme will show up later.

2. clever Dean. Dean got like three clever moments this episode, and a good pep talk. And I really like the trade off! The "let's not think about it until it blows over I'm totally fine ahaha" fucks him up when it comes time to deal with his relationship with his brother, but this desire to move forward(and the actual intelligence to think ahead like damn) helped them actually get to places. and at the end, he does a pep talk! he's learned how people work a bit! like the nuance and the showing off his good skills makes me happy.

3. lucifer played straight. So I realize this came out like...a decade before the Lucifer show. but having a Lucifer that has quiet daddy issues and have them be played entirely straight wasn't something I thought would be as compelling as it was. The actress for Lucifer was very good, which probably helped, but to have Lucifer be Sincere(seeming) and actually believe in his point was interesting and a bit refreshing

also i liked that the name was recognized, feels more realistic

4. probably need a callout. Like I get it, they're the main heroes, they did their best, but they DEFINITELY needed a call out or at least a chat that wasn't the End of the episode. They did their best, I get not siding with the angels, but SOMETHING has to be done. You can't build the "everything is shit" narrative and say idk we're probably gonna fix it lol in the framing device you have set up. Where's ur power fantasy? what are you gonna do with him?

5. Bobby. Listen, I love Bobby. I can tell how you know it's just a Bit off. And while they did need a bit of chewing out, I do appreciate how Bobby's like "priority one, make sure they know I'm not gonna leave" like it makes him a good dad, if a not great hunter, and I really like that. I like how Bobby's weak spot is surrogate kids, that makes me happy.

7. the confrontation. Ok listen, I need that in there. The framing(like I said, they're framing Dean as a bit taller than they would in later seasons(possibly as writers shift their focus from Sam to Dean, a trend that seems to Keep Going)), it puts him a bit higher. The dialogue felt real, like to the point of, whether or not it was accurate to the story or not, it felt like two real family members talking. Like "I can't get rid of you, but we can't be what we were?" heartbreaking. I love glass. And yeah, that final shot of Dean walking away from Sam is pretty obvious HOWEVER Dean is shot with a lamp. It either means Cas or just the angels in general, and whether that's a "he's the michael sword and Sam's lucifer(invoked in this convo)" type thing or a "cas is on Dean's side, and as Cas is in the right so is Dean" type thing, it's Interesting to look at. And it's SUPER deliberate, this cANNOT have been done on accident.

8. Second Meg supremacy, first Ruby supremacy

ighty night night time to go pry the kitty off of me

#pawswatchesspn #5x1 Sympathy for the Devil #Please allow me to ~introduce~ myself I'm a Man of Wealth and Taste #I had to #damn so many things got set up in this one episode #and then at the end it was time for the daily ingesting of glass #damn that was a Lot #also hbd Jack #best antichrist boy #ur four!!#also for posterity WHO THE FU CK PUT THEM ON THE PLANE AND BROUGHT CAS BACK #I'M NOT COMPLAINING BUT WHO WAS IT

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If racism is that also serious so as being a sexist, like in HBD rerun where the Savanaclaw boys are looking down on Vil cause he acts feminine, thinking of him as weak and resort to them to be protected (disgusting, at least Vil teach them a lesson). Even Epel is also a sexist and a worst at that, I know he had this mindset of toxic masculinity, but the fact he looks down onto femininity that greatly, you don't know how I feel insulted that time.

Just fyi, I was really aggressive about that when chapter 5 comes out. That Vil isn't "mean girl", that Epel is in the wrong for being sexist, you can check their tags, be it here or on my main to see my previous analyses and debate to point out how Vil is a victim of prejudice and epel is also guilty of said prejudice.

That being said, now i think about it, it's not just about sexist, the Twisted Wonderland world actually runs in the more general prejudice issue, where people can't get past people's look to see how people are beneath. Like , Jack mentioned in his voice lines how people tend to not trust how academically smart he is for beefy and muscular he is, (he mentioned Ruggie didn't trust him when he said he didn't got any remedial and it's also implied Yuu also look at him funny when he mentioned his academic capability), and how the Magicammers in halloween event see Malleus just as one of the strongest mage in the world, in other world, like an exotic animal or a walking weapon, which understandably pisses him off.

While it's true we humans are visual creatures, that there is also the saying "one image worth a thousand words", it's also sad truth that many times people are incapable to see beyond the looks or first impression, which is why in almost all cultures there must be a kind of fey that disguises themselves as good looking/nice looking person to eat people because so many times people are fooled by looks. I didn't say looks doesn't matter because looks do matter, that people expresses themselves through looks, but what is part of them that is beyond their looks also matter, regardless they intentionally hide it or show it, it's all part of them .

-Mod Drace

#asks #answered ask #mod drace #twisted wonderland #anon #answered #malleu draconia #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #jack howl

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coldmilkcreamery · 4 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟

~ 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 ~

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: xiao dejun x male reader 💋

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2965

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: following a heart-wrenching break up with xiaojun, you leave the country—and reunite with him 8 years later at the grand opening of a friend's restaurant.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: smut hahah lmao

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 ⭐️

𝗮/𝗻: this might be my favorite (and longest 😅😅) story out of all the ones i’ve written, like idk if it’s because xiaojun’s my bias in wayv but i really enjoyed writing it and am really proud of how it turned out hahaha, i put my blood sweat and tears into this story so i hope you guys enjoy 🥺🥺and happy valentines to you all and hbd to who is also my first bias, jaehyun haha have a great day and a great valentines <3

> 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 <

Outside, the sun has dipped below the horizon and behind wisps of clouds and falling snow, the sky has turned dark. Compounds of snow and bits of ice lie on the streets and dress stoplights as you wait at the entrance of a newly opened restaurant in town.

A miniature landscape greets you at the entrance. Artificial river water ricochets off of artificial rocks, onto the chiseled marble paths that you step over on your way to the dining area.

You make glances around the restaurant. Crowds of people are cobbled together, flowing like river water around tables and floral displays. Looking around, a familiar face emerges from the congested crowd.

“You seem to have gotten quite popular.” You tap on the hem of Doyoung’s blazer, looking around the crowded facade of the restaurant.

“You made it!” Doyoung says. Like a jack-in-the-box, he springs out of the crowd, jumping onto you and engulfing you in a tight embrace.

“I am very much here.” You reply, muffled by the confines of his arms.

“My god, I haven’t seen you in years!” He squeals, tightening his grip around your torso. “You’ve aged. A lot.” He snickers, crimping his face into a faux scowl.

“You're not looking any younger yourself.” You spit back with squinted eyes.

“Still bitchy as ever.” Doyoung pats your head, lips forming a snarky grin. “Come in.”

“How did you get here so early? Weren’t you set to fly in about a week later from now?” He eagerly questions, excitement very much visible through his puffing chest and eye-squinting smile.

“Simple, I booked an earlier flight.”

“And lost my first class seat.” You seethe, holding up your economy class boarding pass.

“You’re the best.” Doyoung giggles.

“I really am.” You gripe, narrowing your eyes. “New York is one far place.”

“You’re one to hold grudges aren’t you.” He pats your back with one hand, prying the boarding pass from your finger’s grasp with the other before tossing it into a nearby trash bin.

“Follow me.” Doyoung grabs your wrist and he escorts you into one of the private rooms, briefly passing by the reception desk. “This is Karina, one of my staff.”

“Hi!” She waves.

“Where are we going?” You question as he pulls you towards the first sliding door from the right of the reception desk.

“Those rooms over there are the rooms for the VIP reservations.” Karina says.

“VIP?” You ask, shooting them an amused expression.

“I have a heart my guy, I didn’t cost you your business class upgrade for nothing.” He ruffles your hair.

“First class.” You scornfully correct Doyoung, squinting your eyes at him, pushing his hands off of your head.

“Have a seat.” He reaches his palm out to point to the cushions resting on the floor and the recessed floor in front of it.

You slip your legs into the recession, eyeing a few floral vases and intricately patterned stems of miniature cherry blossom trees.

“Seems like you really went all out on decors.” You slip your phone out of the pocket at the sides of your chinos that are in the light’s path, which shine olive green against the moonlight. “Selfie?”

“My dining area should look just as good as my food tastes.” Doyoung obnoxiously chuckles before smiling into your camera.

“1, 2, 3.” You say in unison.

“Aren’t those at least a hundred dollars each?” You raise a brow at him, resting your phone beside your plate after a click sounds from it. “Is that not expensive for you?”

“Not if they look this good.” Doyoung winks.

“Good lord.”

“Oh, uhh, by the way.” He whispers, sounding much more subdued than he had been the minutes before, his voice now softer than swinging doors and the sprinting servers.

“What is it?”

“I’ve told you the restaurant is offering discounts if—” He pauses intermittently in between words.

“For the last time, I did not and will not be bringing a date.” You groan, cutting him off, well aware of what you were going to hear next.

Doyoung breathes out a shaky sigh. He parades a look of pity, brows furrowed and head tilted at an angle with a frown.

“Hyung.” You slur your words. “I’m fine.”

“And hey it’s 2021, being single is the trend.” You object.

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“I know you are.” You try to reassure him with a smile. “But if you don’t mind, I want to continue eating the dinner that my friend prepared for me because he cost me a 12 hour business class flight.”

“Didn’t you say first class?”

“Either way, I had to sleep sitting down because of you.” You scoff.

“Alright, I’m going to check up on the other tables.” Doyoung nods, pressing his lips into a toothless smile. “Let’s catch up more over coffee after we close?”

“Sure.” You hum as he turns his back to tend to more customers. Going seat to seat, he greets them with a smile, shaking hands with the occasional occupant.

You rub your temples and look down slightly, resting your chin on the collar of the honey brown crew neck wrapped around your torso. The loosely tucked out hems of your denim shirt hang under it, fluttering in the air.

Behind the strands of hair being blown into your eyes from the air conditioning, your eyelids drop. You’re tired, exhausted, fatigued and everything else you can think of. Conversations around you seem to morph into buzzes of static.

Eyelids your field of vision as your upper body rests on the table top. Footsteps tap against the floor adding to the sound of clinking cutlery, sizzling meats and conversations muffled by the sleeves of your sweater.

A man waves in front of the reception desk as he struts into the restaurant. “Excuse me.”

“Good evening sir.” Karina greets, with a smile. “How may I help you?”

“I have a reservation.”

“May I have your name please.” Karina looks down on a monitor, tapping on a keyboard with one hand, brushing hair behind the shoulders of her blazer with the other.

“Xiao Dejun.”

“Ahh Mr. Xiao, you have a VIP reservation am I right?” She beams, looking back up at the man who briskly nods back.

“Your seat is in the first room to my right.” Karina reaches her palm out and points to the door.

Xiaojun utters a soft ‘thank you’ and looks over his shoulder to give Karina a small wave as he walks towards the room.

A restaurant attendant opens the door for him. Inside, it slides open, rustling like paper as its bottom grinds against the glistening wooden floor. Producing an exhale, you let your breath get sucked out through the openings of your nostrils and lips.

Behind your forearms, the big tsunami-like waves and tangerine colored koi painted on the door disappear into the wall. You squint your eyes close one last time, sprawling your limbs to stretch, terminating the sleep left in your system.

Your eyes flutter open, catching a man in its path, the figure becomes clearer the wider they open.

“X-Xiaojun.” You quiver in place, saying his name for the first time in eight years.

“Y-Y/n.” Behind the auburn strands of hair in his face, his gaze meets yours. He timidly waves at you through a nervous smile. “H-hi.”

Was he good looking? Definitely.

Was he a good person? Oh god yes, and your breakup didn’t change your opinion on that.

Though not your first relationship, Xiaojun was definitely your first true love. But as some people say, life just happens. Months after your break up, you left for New York for a job opportunity.

It had been a considerable while since you had last seen or heard from him. Nothing aside from the occasional mention in phone calls with Doyoung and appearance in pictures with your other friends.

But here you were, back in Korea, the commandeer of your late night thoughts, seated beside you at the grand opening of Doyoung’s restaurant almost a decade later.

“It’s been a while.” You sheepishly smile.

“It really has.” Xiaojun agrees, reciprocating the smile. “You look great.”

“Thanks.” You sit up straight. “You do too.”

Outside, Doyoung continues to hop from table to table, tending to customers.

“Here is your order for extra noodles and a pot of tea.” Doyoung smiles at a woman. “Enjoy your meal ma’am.”

“Boss, you told me to inform you of the arrival of someone named Xiao Dejun was it?” Karina calls out for Doyoung, as he carries an emptied tray onto a free tray stand.

“Yes.” Doyoung breathily replies. “What about it?”

“He came just a few minutes ago, I’ve been looking for you to tell you.” She says with heavy and speedy breaths, resting her palms on her knees.

Doyoung’s eyes widen. “Which private room did you tell him to go to?”

“The first one to my right.”

“No-n-no oh no.” Doyoung strings his fingers into his hair.

“What’s the matter?”

“I needed you to tell me because I wanted to ask you to make sure they wouldn’t end up in the same room.” He rambles, vigorously rubbing his temples.

“Why?” Karina blankly questions. “Is there anything between them?”

“Xiaojun is his ex from 8 years ago.”

“Oh no.” She bows her head, covering her face with both of her palms. “Did it end badly or something?”

“You really ask a lot of questions don’t you.” Doyoung snickers. “Well, not exactly.”

“They broke up on good terms actually, the only problem was that it was so obvious that they still loved each other.” He says, sighs ballooning out of his lips.

“Wait,” Karina interrupts. “And yet, they hadn’t gotten back together since then?”

“Y/n left for New York before they could say anything to each other.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not like you knew.” Doyoung sees Karina frown and pats her head. “I just hope they can at least talk.”

And that you did.

Alcohol clouds your minds as you sit beside each other splitting sides at exchanged stories. The sting of the drinks fry the back of your throats and hiccups intermittently shoot up from you, cutting your sentences.

"It’s 12:30 A.M.'' You wheeze, making glances around the pretty much empty room.

"No way." Xiaojun spits out raspily, taking another sip of his cocktail, peering forward to get a glimpse of the watch on your wrist.

“Speaking of which, remember that time, about 11 years ago.” You playfully nudge his shoulder. “It was around this time when we went to get groceries and you attacked someone over a cut of steak.”

“I did not!” Xiaojun manages to speak up amidst the laughter drowning out proper communication from you two.

“Xiaojun, you pushed her so hard that she fell.” Your hand flops onto Xiaojun’s shoulder to prevent yourself from rolling over, letting out a prominent wheeze.

“She pushed me first!” He sternly objects. “Plus, if I didn’t, we wouldn’t have had those amazing fajitas.”

“That was a good early morning snack.” You agree.

“A good date too.” Xiaojun smiles back at you.

“Our first actually.” You add, looking down as a smile creeps into your lips. “That was such a long time ago.”

Which it was.

“Time just flies so fast doesn’t it?” Xiaojun replies as his palm slides up your fingers before settling on the knuckles at the back of your hand.

A rosy flush burns on your cheeks and your eyes go from your linked fingers and eventually trail up to him. You two momentarily lock eyes. He promptly jerks his away, withdrawing his hand from yours.

“S-so, wait, a-are you back here for good?” Xiaojun says.

“I guess so, things are getting pretty crazy over there.” You shrug, shooting him a crooked smile. “And the food’s too greasy, can’t eat any of it.”

“That’s good.” Xiaojun chuckles weakly. “You always hated greasy foods.”

“I’ve missed you.” You look into his eyes again and gently stroke his shoulder before going down to his arm and producing a sharp exhale. “A lot.”

“I-I have too.” He stutters, shivering slightly, his posture stiff under your touch.

“You know, every time I think about it,” You look down, and fiddle with your fingers. “I wondered why you never tried chasing me down the airport the day I left.”

“Y-Y/n.”

Deep down, part of me was actually hoping that you’d come after me and convince me to stay.

“So many times, I’ve wanted to fly out there to just try and pick up where we left off and—” He rambles, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists on his sides.

“What stopped you then?” You mumble. A frown stemming from your lips.

“I-I don’t know.” He voices out softly, with a furrowed expression.

“I do like someone Xiaojun.” You sigh.

“I figured.” Xiaojun stands up from the seat, slipping his shoes on and making his way out of the room.

“They’d be lucky to have you.” Xiaojun chokes on his words, his sentence growing weak.

“It was nice meeting you again.” His voice echoes into the empty room, his words ricocheting off of the walls and the soy sauce stained bowls before coming back to you.

You frantically jump up from the recessed floor. As his fingers cling onto the door’s handle, you grip him by his shoulders as he slides it open. “I never said it wasn’t you.” You call out to him, stopping him in his tracks.

Xiaojun turns his head, looking over his shoulder, slivers of tears in his eyes twinkling against the lights.

“So tell me then,” You whisper huskily, staring back into Xiaojun’s eyes. “Where were we?”

Tonight felt familiar.

The laughs, the fond glances, the touching. Being able to talk to each other and having good laughs while doing so. Being able to hit it off just like you had 11 years ago when Doyoung introduced you two to each other.

Being with Xiaojun just felt right even after a decade.

Enough was enough, you thought.

You dash towards Xiaojun, gripping the sides of his neck with both hands, pulling him closer to you. The tip of your thumbs slide over the tears sitting at the sides of his irises. Your eyes mirror his lidded gaze before wandering to the lips that you’ve longed for the past eight years.

Before your mind could even begin to process, your lips were on Xiaojun’s. Your eyes shut close as his palms land on your chest and slide up to tug at your shoulders.

You push him back against a wall, bruising the tips of some fingers between it and the back of his head. It dips to the side, as you press your face even deeper into his.

Slowly opening your eyes, your puckered lips hover over Xiaojun’s as you gasp for air. You tenderly stare into each other’s eyes for a second, bringing a hand away from the side of his neck to brush strands of hair away from his glittering eyes.

Soft moans escape from between your adhered lips as you reconnect them, further muffled by the contact of your tongues. Xiaojun’s forearms cross over your nape as you burrow your lips down to his neck. He lets out a breathy gasp that tickles your ears as his chin falls onto your shoulder as his mouth goes agape.

You bring your arms up as Xiaojun hastily pulls your sweater over your head and catapults it over the table of food. Your fingers scramble for the collar of his shirt as he undoes the top buttons of yours.

“Good work today, I’ll just make one last check around the place and I’ll get going.” Doyoung says, wiping sweat off of his forehead as he sprawls onto a couch in the waiting area. “See you tomorrow.”

“Thanks boss! Bye!” Karina waves as she exits the restaurant.

Doyoung walks over to the reception desk to see a patch of light coming from the opened door to the private room you were in.

“Is he not done eating?” Doyoung raises a brow, looking at his watch. “Was my food that good?”

“Hey Y/n, we’re closed for tonight, let’s go get some—” Doyoung’s eyes widen upon peeping through the opened door. “—coffee.” He continues his sentence weakly.

In a pushup position over Xiaojun, your hands are on either side of his neck, head buried under his chin, disheveled hair laying over his chest like a puddle. His fingers digging into the wrinkled back of your shirt as his knees wrap around your hips.

“You little—” Doyoung croaks amidst the pants, moans and heavy breathing. His eyebrows dipped as the lids of his twitching eyes vigorously vibrate.

“Th-that wasn’t on the menu!” He softly yells. But ease seems to wash over him however, his agitated expression quickly morphs into one of relief. His mind wanders to the memory of the last time walked in on you two in the compromising position you were in.

Though not a pleasant sight to see, a second time at that, it does offer him the same kind of closure that it did for you. He didn't exactly like the thought of you two doing what you were doing, more so in his restaurant’s VIP room, but he’s happy for you. All those years of pent up regret and brooding, finally over.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he walks the other direction, pulling out a chair and taking a seat at one of the tables in the dining area.

“You’re still not getting that discount.” Doyoung closes his eyes and breathily mumbles.

“And you’re paying for coffee.” He grunts, glaring at the door. One thing he knew for sure was that you two were going to one really expensive café.

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 02.04.21

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 02.14.21

#xiaojun x male reader #wayv x male reader #nct x male reader #xiao dejun x male reader #kpop x male reader #nct male reader #kpop male reader #male reader #nct #nct 2020 #karina #aespa #doyoung #wayv male reader

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osakaso5 · 3 years

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Haruka Isumi Twelve Hits! Rabbit TV Part 3: A Nice Surprise

Part 1 | Part 2

Haruka Isumi: Hmm... I still haven't heard from them. Today's my birthday and everything...

Haruka Isumi: I even made sure I had nowhere else to be... They're not gonna let my birthday just be over, are they..?

[Doorbell rings]

Haruka Isumi: Oh? Someone's at the door?

Haruka's Grandmother: Haru-chan, could you get that? I've got my hands full here.

Haruka Isumi: Ah, okay.

[Rustle]

Haruka Isumi: Hello, what do you nee... Torao!? And Toma, and Minami! Why are you at my house..?

Torao Mido: We came to pick you up. Get ready.

Haruka Isumi: Huh!? Pick me up..? But why? Where are we going?

Toma Inumaru: It's your birthday! We're gonna take you somewhere great! Ah, but we're not telling you where.

Minami Natsume: You saw through our ruse, so we thought we'd at least let our destination be a surprise.

Minami Natsume: It'll be like a jack-in-a-box. Doesn't that sound fun?

Haruka Isumi: Uh... I'm a little scared of not knowing what to expect...

Minami Natsume: Hee hee. If our plan has your heart racing, then it was worth coming up with.

Toma Inumaru: Tora's brought out the car. It's big and cool, not to mention the seats are super soft!

Toma Inumaru: Also, he drives really smoothly!

Torao Mido: I'm even willing to chauffeur you for a day. Be grateful.

Minami Natsume: Now, hurry. We must leave before your birthday is over.

Haruka Isumi: O-okay..!

- - - -

Torao Mido: We're here.

Haruka Isumi: This is... Panda Nameco Land! We came here on a shoot that one time..!

Toma Inumaru: Yeah. And we had fun back then, but we didn't get to actually go into the park proper, remember?

Toma Inumaru: This time, we'll ride the rides, watch the parade, and enjoy this park to its fullest!

Haruka Isumi: Ah... did you... Bring me here because I said I wanted to go..?

Torao Mido: Yeah. You said you chose the card game over this, right?

Minami Natsume: Since it's a special occcasion, you may have both.

Haruka Isumi: ...It's not like my birthday's THAT special. But...

Haruka Isumi: ...Ehehe! I'll just do as you ask, and have as much fun as I can!

Toma Inumaru: Haha! That's the spirit!

Minami Natsume: There's not much of a crowd today, so we'll be able to get on the rides quickly.

Minami Natsume: Isn't that nice, Isumi-san?

Haruka Isumi: Ah! That means we don't have to wear disguises, either.

Toma Inumaru: Yeah, if anything, we'll stand out more if we're the only ones wearing glasses and masks.

Torao Mido: I suppose we could always put them back on in case it starts to get crowded.

- - - -

Minami Natsume: The Ferris wheel, go-carts... There's a lot here. Which ride do you want to start with?

Haruka Isumi: Do you even have to ask? The rollercoaster, obviously!

Torao Mido: Yeah, you have fun with that. We'll be down here, taking pictures.

Haruka Isumi: Why are you talking like you're not gonna ride it, too? We're ALL going!

Minami, Toma, & Torao: ...What?

- - - -

Haruka Isumi: Ahaha..! Wheee!!!

Toma Inumaru: Ugh... Waaaaagh!!!

Minami Natsume: Heh.

Torao Mido: Eek..!!!

- - - -

Haruka Isumi: Ahaha..! Ah, that felt great!

Toma Inumaru: T-that sure was a rough ride... How many times did we even fall..?

Torao Mido: ...Urp.

Minami Natsume: Do you enjoy these sorts of thrill rides, Isumi-san?

Haruka Isumi: I guess, at least as of late? Doing that bungee jump kinda made me not fear stuff like this anymore!

Haruka Isumi: Next, we'll go to... Ah! The haunted house!

- - - -

Minami Natsume: The woman who climbed out of that well was very beatiful, with her long black hair and all. I do wish the blood had been more realistic, though.

Torao Mido: ...I'm tired...

Toma inumaru: ...I was so scared...

Haruka Isumi: I-I-I-I-I'm... Fine..!

Haruka Isumi: I'm totally fine, but I'm never going near a well again..!

Toma Inumaru: You're the one who wanted to go, but you were the most afraid out of all of us. You were cowering behind Mina all the way to the exit.

Torao Mido: And your legs are still shaking. Why did you want to go into a haunted house if it was that bad for you?

Haruka Isumi: I said I'm fine..! Or at least, I thought I'd be fine with you guys...

Haruka Isumi: ...Not that I'm not fine, though!

Toma Inumaru: Haha, that makes sense! If the four of us are together, we've got nothing to fear!

[Phone rings]

Haruka Isumi: Ah, I got a message... Let's see... From Izumi and Yotsuba? Ah...

Haruka Isumi: "Happy birthday"... "Hbd, Isumin"..!

Haruka Isumi: ...And now a bunch of other people from our class are messaging me, too..!

Haruka Isumi: What gives..? ...Ehehe..!

Minami Natsume: I think we should congratulate you, as well. Happy birthday, Isumi-san.

Torao Mido: Happy birthday, Haruka.

Toma Inumaru: Yeah! Happy birthday! I'm looking forward to your next year with us!

Haruka Isumi: Ah... Yeah. Hehe, thanks!

Haruka Isumi: You know, now that I think about it, it feels kinda weird for us to celebrate our birthdays together.

Haruka Isumi: Back when we'd just started, I never would've imagined all four of us hanging out in an amusement park together!

Minami Natsume: We were a bit all over the place back then, but not anymore.

Toma Inumaru: Exactly! We've got a shared direction, a shared burden, and a shared stage!

Torao Mido: Right. Even if we are up against a storm. And we're all counting on you, Haruka.

Haruka Isumi: Hmph, you'd better. I could lead you anywhere, even to the deepest pits of Hell!

End of Part 3.

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Nikaido Yamato: Wonderful Octave Rabbit Chat Part 5

3: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Yamato-san!

5: Happy Birthday, Yamato-san. Somehow we made it to the 14th.

6: HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Let’s celebrate the success of the Valentine’s Live and Yamato’s special day together.

4: Yama-san, HBD!

7: Yamato-san, congratulations! Happy Valentine’s Day!

1: Happy Birthday. From now on too, please take care of me.

2: Thx for going this far for me. Even though you guys are probably tired from the live, you made a cake and preparations huh.

3: Even though it’s a chocolate pound cake since this lasts long. It’s quite good with whipped cream, so forgive me!

2: I’m normally happy. It was in the fridge since yesterday, so I thought it would be the birthday cake (lol)

Tsumugi: Yamato-san, Happy Birthday! I made food too, so please eat with everyone.

2: Manager, thanks to you too.

2: Anyways, even though we’ve been together since the live earlier, isn’t it fine to stop group chatting already? You were doing a surprise in the live too...

6: The live and the party, we want to celebrate both properly.

7: It would be sad to not do a group chat even though it’s a birthday!

1: Because the live and your birthday are separate things.

2: Hahah. You guys are lively huh.

3: Even though you said that, you are smirking now, old man!

4: Uwah! He dropped his fork!

4: Manager, Yama-san and Mikki are fighting

T: Eh?! What do you mean?!

6: Seems like Yamato tried to hide his embarrassment by fighting.

1: Nikaido-san flicked Nii-san’s forehead. I’ll barely forgive him since today is his birthday, but he should regret that on a later day.

T: F-Flicked his forehead…?

7: Mitsuki is pinching Yamato-san’s cheek!

5: They’ll hit the cake plates; it would be better if they stopped soon...

7: Ah. Both were separated!

6: Seems like it’s a draw ;-)

4: Don’t fight so close to the cake. So childish

4: [Sitting Pudding Stamp]

2: Stop stop. It’s after the live so I don’t have any more energy… Anyways, we were told off by Tama...

3: Both of us should calm down...

7: It’s yet another story about our dorm lives huh!

2: Dorm lives?

2: Aaah… Cuz I said that during the letter corner huh...

6: Hosting the radio only once is a waste. It was a really good show.

1: Nikaido-san’s voice is calm, it’s relaxing to hear. I thought talking as if you were telling a story was also suited to the radio.

7: Talking about the dorms was fun too! About the bath cleaning!

4: So-chan was frozen while listening to the radio.

5: I didn’t think it would be that story so I was surprised...

2: Ahhh, sorry sorry.

2: I didn’t plan to say names but it accidentally came out.

5: No… I’m glad you could provide the episode...

7: Eh?! It wasn’t on purpose to say the name?

3: Hey, don’t bring that back up!

6: After the on-air, Sougo’s smile was frozen. It was a sad smile...

4: It was super scary...

1: But thanks to that, seems like it was favorable, so I think it was a necessary sacrifice.

5: Sacrifice...

T: Th-The mail corner was also fun; it became a radio show that you can’t miss…!

*T: How did Yuki-san react to having his request chosen?

2: He was suuuuuuuper happy. He sent me a picture of glasses again.

2: The on-air is done; that takes a load off my mind. I wonder what request I will think of from now on(lol)

6: I can’t wait to show my request for Mitsuki :-)

3: I’m next huh~!

3: I’m nervous like if I’m opening a jack in the box, but I’m looking forward to what everyone will think of.

2: A radio show is made by lots of people huh. I realized that when I saw the studio.

2: It was made from reading the messages of the fans who listen to it. Huh. That feels like it’s hand-made, I thought it’s good.

2: Well, it's the same in any job huh. IDOLiSH7 is also like this. We create the group.

2: That sounds cheesy (lol)

6: Yamato, I feel the same way.

6: It’s not just Yamato. Iori, Mitsuki, Tamaki, Sougo, and Riku -- everyone treasures this group.

4: Right! Me too!

7: I also love IDOLiSH7!

5: Let’s make the fans enjoy it altogether.

1: From now on, let’s create IDOLiSH7 with us.

3: Yamato-san, you’re our leader! Please lead us!

2: You guys are so energetic (lol)

2: Well, I’m not the type to lead people, but I’m here with you guys no matter what happens. From now on too, let’s do it together.

V2:

T: Th-The mail corner was also fun; it became a radio show that you can’t miss…!

T: How were the fan’s reaction?

2: Seems like there was a big reaction for the parody song after all. I have mixed feelings about that...

2: The on-air is done; that takes a load off my mind. I wonder what request I will think of from now on(lol)

V3:

T: Th-The mail corner was also fun; it became a radio show that you can’t miss…!

T: What does Yamato-san think now that the broadcast is over?

2: Definitely the request corner was the hardest… Well, including that, it was a good experience.

2: The on-air is done; that takes a load off my mind. I wonder what request I will think of from now on(lol)

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