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francisdemmings:

Frankie kept his head down. He could feel the cloud of anxiety bringing him down. He tried to fight of the storm, but being drunk didn’t help with those emotions. He brought his hands down his face. “I don’t know man…it’s not always that easy.” He could feel himself wanting to get into a long rant, but he stopped himself. He wasn’t about to give this stranger a long speech. “I’m sorry, dude. I don’t mean…” Frankie stopped speaking. When he finally turned to face the man before him, he realized who is was. “Uh…” It was Chae, it was actually Chae. He hadn’t seen him in years, but here he was; right in front of him. “Chae?”

yikes. hearing his own name uttered in confusion was not quite what he was expecting. chae has never been one for friends — enemies, exes, and tense acquaintances were more his speed and, to his joy and surprise, he happened to be talking to category number 2. “uhhh...” he desperately wanted to avert his eyes, but there wasn’t much else to look at but frankie. “...hey, frankie. how’s it... uh, how’s it been?” nailed it.

#frankie.

vronicaz:

her eyes shifted back and forth between the dog and the male. having a sudden sense of realization, “maybe you guys don’t get along because you’re so much alike.” eventually she stood up, picking up boba shortly after. “alright, c’mon you cry baby. let’s get you guys some food.” she kissed the top of boba’s head, then looked over at chae.

he looked at boba, and the perpetually grumpy expression present on his face, and came to a similar realization, though it was one he would never admit to. he hastily wiped off the pumpkin guts strung on his hands before hopping from his seat, feeling ten times peppier once he escaped from the dead stare at his terribly ugly pumpkin. he also felt ten times guiltier, but damage control has never been his strong suit. “...well, uh... what do you wanna eat?”

#veronica.

vronicaz:

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veronica snapped another picture of her boyfriend and her dog. hoping that this one would turn out better than the last fifty she took. yet, she sighed, again. nothing changed as both boba and chaemin were frowning while carving pumpkins. “what the hell is wrong with you two?” the question was laced with annoyance. “you’re both just acting like grumpy old grandpas. it’s annoying me.”

he felt another pang of hunger in his stomach. even the pumpkin guts strewn on the table were making him salivate, and they looked straight up nasty. he placed the carving knife down, letting a hand rest over his stomach. “we’re starved,” he gave a look to boba — assuming the dog was hungry wasn’t a stretch, because when weren’t dogs hungry — before his eyes moved back to veronica. “and my pumpkin looks like shit.”

#veronica.

francisdemmings:

Frankie was a mess. From the amount of sugar and alcohol he had consume in a short amount of time, it had caught up with him. The bright lights from the carnival dazzled him, make him smile drunkenly into the distance. “You know…carnivals are so cool. It’s a place where kids can make new memories and adults can be kids again. Reminisce on their own childhood.” He couldn’t help the depressive wave that came over him, making him slump into the picnic table. “Damn…I think I drank too much.” He laughed at how pathetic he must’ve looked right now.

the carnival had been a great excuse for chae to fall into a sugar coma while simultaneously drunk off of his ass. usually, he just did that alone at home — here, it was publicly acceptable. though he hadn’t really celebrated many until recent years, halloween continued to prove that it was truly the greatest holiday. but then he’d ended up beside someone — seemingly familiar, but his head was just a little too foggy and it was just a little too dark for him to put the pieces together. the ‘stranger’s’ drunken sentiments hit a little too close to home. “just gotta make those memories now, man,” he said, through a mouthful of mellowcreme pumpkin. “live like a kid for a few days.”

#frankie.

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vronicaz:

this was a the best opportunity she had to pack her stuff up and leave. which is exactly what she was doing. she shoved the last textbook in her bag, flinging it over her shoulder, and standing up. “see ya’ guys.” she waved goodbye to her classmates. then took the three leashes, motioning chae to follow her as they walked away. “i’m their person. they better listen to me,” she joked. laughing shortly after. all three of them seemed surprisingly calm. of course, with the exception of the baby that kept tugging on the leash, trying to run ahead. “thanks for walking the dogs by the way. they haven’t been out of the house in days.”

“no problem.” this was a lie. he wasn’t out of shape by any means, but even with the weather in the low 70s, he was still drenched in sweat by the time he was finished being pulled around by the three amigos. no need to go train when he walked them — that was cardio enough for his entire life. he hadn’t expected to see her so soon, and he knew he looked like a sloppy mess, but hey. she’d seem him look a hell of a lot worse. “...how’s your project going? seemed pretty eager to get outta there.”

#veronica.

liincvlns:

lincoln had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. so this was the sort of start they were getting off to. he knew that he was hardly chaemin’s favorite person in new york, and the feeling was by far more mutual than he would like to admit. fact was, he was far too protective and defensive of veronica than he let on. he chuckled a bit, shaking his head. “i was out for a walk, and one of the kid’s i take care of mom’s ran into me—hence, why am i’m here.” he tried, pressing his lips together, “i didn’t know you were back. how was… whatever you were doing?”

now it was chae resisting an eye roll, though his annoyance was briefly shrouded by a wave of worry. he’d figured veronica would’ve told lincoln he was home — though it really was none of lincoln’s business, anyway. “got back a few days ago.” his grip on the leashes tightened. “dj-ing a festival. pretty sure me and ronnie talked about it while you were there.” because you never fucking leave didn’t reach his lips.

#lincoln.

a-aronwb:

aaron was halfway through his afternoon walk, which he’d started to introduce into his schedule once more. he was getting older, he knew it, but he didn’t want to feel it and he wasn’t ready to give up his bad habits, so he figured introducing new, good ones would balance things out.

he led barley along, allowing him to poke his nose here and there, exploring their surroundings. as he glanced around, waiting for his own dog to become bored, aaron noticed three pups he was quite fond of and smiled as the dogs surrounded him. he knelt down and patted them happily, barely noticing chae until he spoke. “oh it’s no problem, me and these kids go way back.” he straightened up, allowing barley to greet his friends. “but you’re missing the goldilocks that goes along with these three bears.”

as the dogs investigated their buddy, chae’s gaze moved up to aaron, his eyes narrowed. he still couldn’t comprehend how ronnie knew so many people. he spoke to three people on a regular basis tops — and she ( and the dogs, apparently ) knew people from all walks of life, including gruff older men. what a world.

“she’s doing stuff for school,” he rocked on his heels, feeling strangely nervous. “and i’m sure they,” there was a sweeping gesture at the dogs, “would prefer her over me too.”

#aaron.

vronicaz:

instead of going straight home after school like normal, a couple of classmates asked to discuss an upcoming project. which ultimately lead veronica to this quaint little cafe, absolutely bored out of her mind. all she wanted to do was go home, wrap herself up in a big blanket, and sleep until next week. yet here she was, tuning out her classmates, pondering why dogs eat grass. but that train of thought was cut short when a girl at her table squealed. ronnie’s brows immediately furrowed in both confusion and annoyance. however, when she saw the source of squeal, that look was quickly replaced with one of joy. she smiled softly, taking note of how chaemin didn’t even notice her. then again he was to preoccupied by the shiba inu. she also saw how mochi was acting and noticed how boba and lychee were waiting on him to calm down. so, she did the only thing she knew would work. cue the whistle. “here,” she said sternly. immediately getting all three dogs to come to her side.

the moment chae thought he was getting somewhere with the three stooges, ronnie always swooped in and let him know that he was merely a bystander in this relationship. hell, he was married to the girl, but he knew deep down the dogs were priority numero uno. and so he watched as they ran obediently to her side, not even slightly surprised. he was, however, surprised to see her. “damn, ronnie. i can’t even get boba to look at me half the time. i offered him some bacon once and he just walked away.” he offered her the bundle of leashes. “you win, dog whisperer.”

#veronica.

liincvlns:

lincoln stood nearby, speaking with one of his student’s mothers. sure, he wanted to just go on a walk, sans interruptions, but in new york that was proving to be increasingly difficult by the day—and if he had hopes of one day taking over in the pre-k, he’d need as many connections as he could muster. feeling the tiny paw prints tapping anxiously by his feet, he looked down to see a very unfamiliar face, attached to an even more familiar doggo. he said his goodbyes, and leaned down to give mochi a proper hello, “moch—my guy!” he exclaimed, a wide smile on his lips. the tiny shiba wagged his tail happily as link looked up—expecting to see veronica or lyla—and was face to face than none other then chaemin. he clenched his jaw, forcing a grin, “hey, chaemin… good to see you, man.”

he was in one of the biggest cities in the world, and of course, he had been led straight to lincoln. he felt like he couldn’t escape the guy — even before he left, lincoln was always hanging around the apartment. and though he’d sworn to himself up and down that he wasn’t jealous, simply imagining how often lincoln was over while he was gone had chae’s entire body tense. “good to see you too.” he tried in vain to keep his tone as light as possible, but he’d never been one for subtleties. “...why are you here?” he paused. “....man?” nailed it.

#lincoln.#yiiiiiiiiiikes

eliandersvn:

eli marveled at the sight of the dogs at his feet, though they looked oddly familiar. he had almost forgotten they were on a leash that led to the hand of whom had to be their owner. “yes, come to me! all of you. we’ll build a great army,” he cooed, ruffling their fur before the apologetic voice garnered his attention. “nah, it’s totally cool. i’d gone through most of my life hoping women would react to me this way in bar settings but i soon realized that dogs in a park are a much better alternative. are you dog sitting or are they yours?”

“mine... kinda?” his hand rose to rub the back of his neck, "...mostly my girlfriend’s.” his eyes dropped to mochi, who’s tongue was drooping out the side of his mouth. “he’s the only one who seems to dig me, but walkin’ them gets me some brownie points.” he moved his gaze to lychee — who was sniffing a piece of garbage — and boba — who was eyeing eli cautiously. “i’ve tried building an army before, though — they didn’t seem interested.”

#eli.

the sole downside about returning home was this. three dogs — all giddy to be out on the town — tugged in various directions, and he could already feel the rope burn forming on his palms. he’d always been a cat person to his core, but damn, if he wouldn’t do it for love.

wandering in the bustle of activity of the east river park, mochi decided that a passerby was leagues more interesting than any of the surrounding trees, and trotted up to them expectantly. chae followed suit, boba & lychee in tow, though he was significantly less pleased to be engaging in interaction with a stranger than his dog counterparts. “sorry about him,” he gave mochi’s head a pat, “he’s a people person.” he paused. “or… dog, i guess. people dog.”

#wbstart

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#muse.

hello hello! you can call me h, and this is me boy chae. i have a full bio right here, but there is some tldr info under the cut, as well as some lil plot ideas, so if u wanna plot somethin out, feel free to pop into my ims, or drop a like on this and i’ll zoom on over!!

( tw: suicide )

background:

chae has adhd, which led to a lot of issues in his youth, particularly in regards to unchecked anger + a lot of problems with his parents. he’s been taking meds for it since he was a kid, and has dealt w/ the stigma surrounding it his whole life

his parents are colossal pieces of shite who were incredibly unsupportive of chae & his passions, while placing far too much pressure on his elder sister

his sister committed suicide when chae was nineteen, and it had a huge impact on him, as they had only recently become super close

he tries in vain to push down his emotions any way he can. drumming, boxing, getting absolutely plastered. he just doesn’t rlly wanna confront his issues, and will go to any means possible to assure that he doesn’t have to face himself

chae’s dream has always been music. he’s a drummer, and while he was initially a jazz drummer ( bc even tho his parents were against him drumming, they still forced him to drum in a way they agreed with lmfao ) electronic drumming is his Real Love. he creates his own music, and is trying in vain to make it in the dj scene with some nice electro swing tunes

currently, he works part time at a cafe bc his dj gigs are def not making him enough cash. ( as a lover of sweets, he ends up eating way too many muffins lmfao )

he also sometimes does paid fights for some extra cash, but not very often

his wife ( tho u know her as his gf ) is veronica !! he married her so she could stay in the states, and even though he really truly adores her... he was not prepared for that commitment. he’s still struggling with it, and doesn’t know how to begin to broach that topic of discussion

personality:

he is the type to desperately want to be close to people, and have strong friendships/relationships, but he has a lot of trouble effectively communicating those desires. he’s taught himself to be withdrawn because he can often be a little much once he opens up. he talks A Lot when he’s really comfortable w/ someone. like.. nonstop, motormouth chatter about anything and everything. it has scared people off before so he remains distant to avoid being hurt.

because of that... he can come off as lowkey mean, but that isn’t his intention. he’s sarcastic by default, and that combined with a general fear of letting people in makes him seem like an absolute asshat lmao

he definitely has his bad days though, and fairly frequently too. on those days... it is his intention to be mean, though he doesn’t even really understand why he’s so damn grouchy

he’s pretty #fakedeep. wears mostly black, has sweaters that say “god is dead,” will go on long winded rants about our place in the universe, and got into boxing bc he thought the scars looked cool.

but he’s also... a NERD. loves video games ( esp overwatch ( dva main, obviously )), plays a shit ton of rhythm games ( ex: taiko, osu, stepmania, ddr etc. ), lives for classic 90s anime, and finds joy in collecting weird and rare action figures.

his room is perpetually messy, his sleep schedule is a hellscape, and he outright refuses to eat vegetables unless forced to

overall: a mess!

some shitty base level plot ideas:

- old classmates who haven’t seen each other in ages - a fellow musician he only ever sees when they’re both performing on the same night and they’re switchin out equipment - someone who will take him out to a club and get #crunk with him bc he only ever drinks at home like a Sad Boy - dramatic exes? maybe???? because he has no idea how to handle his own emotions lol. or a crush, or someone crushing on him ( but like.. why? ) ... idk ! i’m down for whatever ! - they come into his cafe all the time, and he somehow always ends up being their server. this could go a lot of ways. maybe they’re a huge asshole to him and he gets fed up with them, or maybe they’re The Nicest Person Ever and he throws in an extra cookie once in awhile bc They Deserve It. or maybe they never ever speak but damn he thinks they’re cute - he’s… boxed with them before ? and then they see each other outside of fighting and are like ??? do i know u from somewhere. - fellow rhythm game enthusiast. play ddr with him.

#wbintro #ooc.#im posting this Very Late but u kno... i gotta rebel