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script-nef · 4 years

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Fluff alphabets | Oikawa Tooru

Others: Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima

Category: fluff

Affection: How affectionate is he? How does he show affection?

Oikawa is comparable to an overgrown puppy when it comes to you.

He leaves messages and notes on how much he loves and appreciates you every day.

He wakes up early every day for his morning run, leaving you to sleep away in the bed. By the time he comes back, you’ve gone off to work.

So before he goes out, he packs a lunch with a little post-it which says things like “I hope everything works out great today” or “Don’t forget I love you!” which brightens up your day.

Baby: Does he want to start a family?

He’d want to wait a bit even if he did. Oikawa is realistic about his work and yours, the amount of time and effort needed to raise a child along with the financial implications.

He would want to be there for his kids, but is also unwilling to leave his career. So he would try to find a middle ground with you and try to juggle a half-half home and work life because he believes both parents need to share responsibilities equally.

Cuddles: Does he like cuddling? How often does he like hugging?

Every time he sees you, his automatic and reflexive action is a hug.

You could be covered in mud, wearing a truckload of fragrance (a specific one he doesn’t like), sleeping on the sofa, cooking dinner; his body just moves before he realises it.

It makes him feel safe and loved, even if he’s the one caging you in his arms.

Date: What is a typical date?

Because he’s so popular and everyone can notice him when you guys go out, he prefers indoor dates or isolated camping. Just so that you can be together with no one to bother and ask for autographs.

Either just doing simple things like finishing puzzles or making new recipes, anything he can do with you is fine.

During camps, he loves making campfires and roasting marshmallows. You told him about s’mores and now that has become a necessity for him.

Experience: How much has he dated before? How does that reflect in this one?

He’s gone out with plenty of people before, but only because they were part of his fan group and confessed first. He’s the one who confessed out of the two of you, and he was blushing so much while asking you out.

Still, he picked up a few tricks and experiences to help with his boyfriend skills for you. He never forgets anniversaries, always asks for your opinion first, remains attentive and spends a lot of time with you.

A girl once broke up with him because he was spending too much time with volleyball, but he vows to never let that happen with you.

Fight: Do you fight often with him? How does it usually end?

The problem is that he’s hot-headed sometimes and does not understand the meaning of limits. Arguments happen often but they end relatively well, when you both calm down and talk about your problems.

You both know that fights are necessary to help the relationship grow and understand each other but it doesn’t make it any easier. Feelings get hurt and you spend time apart, but in the end, it gets mended over late-night talks.

Gentle: How does he treat you?

Like you’re the ruler of the world and he’s just a humble servant. He’s literally willing to do anything (except illegal deeds) for you. This boy is whipped.

If you ask for anything, he’ll find a way to get it for you. Unless it takes an exorbitant amount of money. He constantly buys you clothes, cakes, games, everything.

He makes sure you know you’re loved by him and will take every chance he gets to show it to you.

Hand: Does he like holding your hand? How often?

Hand-holding is like a greeting for him. Just like with hugs, this boy cannot get enough physical contact when it comes to you.

His finger laces with yours firmly as if to say “I’m here right now” and he hopes it fills you with assurance and love as it does for him.

Impression: What was your first impression of him?

A popular ikemen with a never-ending smile who gets hit a lot by this other dude.

Oikawa is famous in Seijou and everywhere else, so it wasn’t hard to get an initial impression from all of his fans’ squealing and gushing. Apparently, he’s this perfect prince who’s as pretty as hell and an amazing volleyball player.

His first impression of you was a kind and different seatmate. You had the (mis)fortune of getting placed next to him which garnered a lot of envy from his fans. He liked you since you weren’t squealing and obsessing over him like the others.

Jealousy: Does he get jealous easily? What sets him off?

Gets jealous really easily but tries to play it off. Like “Ah, [Name]-chan, are you confessing your love for other people when your one and only boyfriend is right here? I feel so neglected!” or other whiny comments.

Subtly latches onto you during and after matches, smiling threateningly at the other boys.

“Tooru, knock it off. You have no reason to be jealous. I don’t like them.”

“I know, but they like you. I can see it in their eyes.”

“Really? How?”

“They’re looking at you like I used to when I started falling for you.”

Kiss: Is he good at kissing? When does he kiss you?

Thousands of pecks or light kisses every day and hundreds of deep ones in private. Oikawa kisses you so damn much that it feels like he has a disease which will kill him if he doesn’t kiss you at least once every hour or so.

His favourites are forehead kisses and neck bites. He nibbles on your skin which makes you shriek and hit him repeatedly, but he absolutely loves it.

Love: Who said “I love you” first? And when does he say it?

He said it first while trying to cheer you up. He’s noticed how you were feeling a bit down lately and tentatively asked if anything was wrong.

Then you mumbled about all his fans and if you were enough for him, which just completely shattered his heart. So he rattled off all the things he admired and cherished about you, like how you’re always so dedicated or caring.

He pressed kisses to your hand and whispered “You know I love you, right?” and squeezed you half to death when you said “Me too.”

Memory: What’s his favourite memory with you?

The moment you cried during an argument. This gets a lot of weird looks from people, which once included you, and they ask “Are you, by any chance, a sadist?” or something along those lines. But he isn’t.

Oikawa loves that moment because it proves to him you’re willing to be truthful and vulnerable to him, something he struggled to do in front of you. It showed him you care about this relationship and that you’re invested in it.

There’s plenty of other memories with you he treasures, but this one always warms his heart. (He doesn’t like seeing you cry though.)

Nickname: Does he give you a nickname? Do you have one for him?

He gives you a whole lot of really, really cheesy ones. Like “if you call me this in front of people I know outside, I’ll die from embarrassment” level ones.

Examples include: my everything, cream puff, the radiant sun, sugar bear etc. Overly sweet ones. He likes how you blush and squirm away when he calls you these.

Everyone looks at him like “what the hell, dude” but he doesn’t give a damn.

Open: How open is he about his feelings?

Oikawa doesn’t hesitate to tell you about his moods and feelings. He once hid them from you, thinking he needs to be stronger than that, but you lectured him for about an hour about it. Now he tells you everything he feels.

Says if he’s sad, lonely, happy, excited, everything. You share all of your feelings with him as well and it makes it feel like you’re closer together now.

PDA: Is he fine with PDA? How far can he go?

He’s casual and comfortable with PDA, but it gets more intense when you’re with his friends. Like the third year gang from Seijou.

He doesn’t really get it either, but seeing you interact with his friends makes a bubble in his chest which feels like it’s going to explode at any moment. He gives you plenty of kisses and hugs, gaining boos from all his friends. He just sticks his tongue out at them, saying “I‘m dating someone and you guys aren’t!”

Quirk: Habits or something he does which is unexpected?

He likes stargazing. It stems from his love/obsession of aliens, which continues to this day, but he realised how expansive and beautiful space is. He becomes quiet every time he gazes up to the night sky, his thoughts just drifting away.

Some of the constellations have fun myths behind them which he enjoys as well. He sometimes recites it for you as a nighttime story, to help you fall asleep.

You bought him a projector once as a present. It now illuminates your bedroom every night.

Relax: What activities do you do with him to relax?

Going to a spa together, getting facials and massages. Oikawa cares a lot about his beauty and the state of his muscles, so a spa is one of his favourite places in the world.

He would talk to you for the entire massage, saying random and stupid things which makes you laugh and move around a lot. You have to apologise to the masseurs all the time, even though they’ve become used to it.

Support: How supportive is he of your dreams? What do you do for him?

Oikawa constantly reassures and cheers for you as you do for him. He gives you tips and hacks on solving certain problems or brings you your favourite food to bring your mood up.

He has unwavering faith in your words and pushes you to finish the assignments to the best of your abilities. If you’re getting burnt out, then he just takes you off the laptop and makes you sleep.

For him, he loves seeing your face in the bleachers, calling out and screaming for him. It fills him with extra energy which helps him nail a service ace.

Talk: What does he like talking about?

What it would be like if you stayed with him forever. He loves imagining a future with you, from a year to a decade to the moment he dies.

“My best traits are my sappiness and my love for you, [Name]-chan!”

He sees older couples doing little activities together and takes photos and sends them to you with “Maybe we can do that!”

Umbrella: What’s his favourite weather/season?

A day with a clear sky, not a single cloud to be seen anywhere. But the sun isn’t too hot either, just the right temperature. The breeze will be light, cooling him down to a perfect temperature.

He’ll lay with you in the back porch, just staring up to the sky in silence. His hand will be linked to yours and eventually fall into an afternoon nap. It’ll be nighttime when he wakes up but you’ll still be sleeping. Then he carries you inside to the bed and starts cooking dinner.

Vaunt: Does he like showing you off?

So much. So, so much. Once Oikawa starts talking about how amazing you are, he’s not going to shut up for another half an hour or so. The record, timed by you, was 47 minutes and 23 seconds.

The other person will literally start walking away and he won’t notice.

After his long and emotional speech with no audience, his expression will turn into that pea-eyed face (☉_☉) and he’d be like “where’d they go?”

World: Where does he take you for vacation?

A new place for both of you, a country where anything and everything can happen. On the rare occasions he gets a long time off, he makes sure to create new memories for you.

He even bought one of those scratch-off maps to record all the places you visited with him. Most of South America is done and he hopes to finish the U.S. soon.

He loves meeting new people or learning new customs and knows you love them as well. He especially loves how your eyes light up when you see amazing landscapes and beautiful festivals.

X-ray: What happens when you’re injured or sick?

If it’s a simple cold, then he tries to cheer you up by being bright and happy while taking care of you. Feeding you plenty of food and water, bringing you medicine, watching TV shows together, a perfect experience.

If you’re hospitalised, then he’s instantly crushed and cannot function. He spends every single second he can next to your bed and holds your hand, pressing kisses onto it.

Waterworks starts the moment you wake up and he becomes a leech, pressing himself to your body and refusing to let go.

Yearn: How much does he miss/pine for you when apart?

He texts you every chance he gets, updating you on the most mundane and little things in his life. It’s because he knows you enjoy them, learning about his life away from you and all the new people he met.

He once received a little plushie version of you from his fans, modelled after one of his photos with you on social media, and he sleeps with it every day. Every night before he goes to sleep, he sends you a selfie with something like “:( Nothing beats the original though <3”.

ZZZ: Does he have sleeping habits?He’d want to wait a bit even if he did.

Covers you with his body regardless of the season and hugs you so tightly against him that it feels like you’re in the grasps of an octopus. It’s great in winter but really annoying in summer, especially if it’s a humid day and you’re both sweating.

Even if you try to push him off, his iron grip on you doesn’t relax and somehow even tightens. After weeks of that, you basically just gave up and invested in better air conditioning.

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woodsiessilverduckies · 4 years

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My view on Jumin Han and the MASSIVE effect his route had on me

Look it’s late I should be asleep let me rant about this legend, also I’m sorry this turned out to be an essay but honestly what I wrote is really important to me

He might just be my favourite fiction character ever because I relate to him so hard

From what I’ve played so far-

((I haven’t finished every route of every character, in fact I only played 1 Jumin route and I got a bad ending around day 9. Why don’t I play more if I claim to love him so much? SCHOOL))

-his route really managed to capture a lot of what I’ve been through, on a really personal level.

I think I started to realise we were in similar shoes when he talked about his father and his relationships (my dad has literally been with more girls then I can count)

Also my dad isn’t a good person, I’ll come out and say he’s an asshole to everyone. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like, that I don’t have fun with him sometimes and that I don’t enjoy being around him

I’ve read a lot of fan fiction, experience a lot of people’s ocs, seen a lot of media where terrible parents are made out to be absolute evils. But Jumin’s route was the first thing I’ve seen to make me go “...Finally. Someone finally understands.”

Another thing Mystic Messenger managed to represent wasn’t a hate Jumin harboured towards his father, or some type of warped love either. Just pure indifference when it came to the aspects of his father he disliked.

I can not emphasis enough how true this is!! I can’t count on both hands the times my dad’s picked me up from school with a girl I don’t know in the car, or when I walk into a room I don’t know with a woman in it I’ve never met.

I’m never confused, angry or disappointed when this happens; just indifferent. Try and be polite but also make sure not to get attached at all (both of which I do without even realising). Just pure indifference. Like how he was on his phone during dinner.

This was my second “Finally someone represents it right.” Moment.

From then on I was already attached.

Something I noticed about Jumin (though I may be reading too into things) is that he always has so much pressure on his shoulders. But, I don’t think that pressure is from his father, he seems pretty chill about Jumin’s whole “heir to the company” situation.

That pressure may have stemmed from his responsibilities, but Jumin put it all on himself.

I understand this so much. Both my parents have rather good jobs (or had... in the very least they had amazing education) and I’ve always been a smart child praised by them

But my mum puts no pressure on me at all. Well she does but only the normal amount. And my father the same, pretty much. Yet I still have to be at the top of the top class, the smartest of the smart, I’m always more disappointed in myself then they are in me.

I definitely feel like this is something Jumin struggles with.

Along with that pressure, he’ll never let anyone see him break. I’ve talked about my family life more in this post then I have to anyone irl. Why? Because I’m the smart, happy girl. The perfect student, perfect daughter, perfect friend, honestly I think I’m the empitomu of normal if I don’t consider my family life.

Jumin is like that too to an extent. He’s never going to let someone else see him break (unless they’re me of course, but we don’t all have mc’s in our lives lol). It really hits deep, ya know?

At this point I was beyond loving his character. Because Jumin was just incredible, beyond that even. A real representation of what I’ve been through, I’m genuinely in love with him.

Also, there are things we have in common on a basic level too; a love to an extent it’s practically religion for cats, casually formal and proper, and honestly I thought he was funny! Like seriously guys his jokes weren’t actually bad they made me laugh a lot!

It reached a point where I was so into Jumin’s route that every visual novel scene I would find my cat and cuddle with her while playing (funnily enough she’d a black ragdol so she looks a lot like what I imagine Jumin would look like if he was a cat).

So then, I vividly remember reaching a scene where Jumin starts talking to Elizabeth the third. He knew it was unhealthy that he trusted a cat more than any human being, and that the Elizabeth the third doesn’t actually understand what he’s saying, he’s just deluded himself into thinking that.

So this makes me look down at the cat in my arms, the cat who shared my bed most nights for the past eight years, the cat that’s seen my cry more then twice as much as any real human being, the cat who I’ve always spilled my heart out to and imagined as my best, most understanding friend.

//FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK//

I got the bad ending on purpose because I’d heard about the bad endings for Jumin and I was done being serious I just wanted some time to laugh and something to remind me that Jumin Han is not Jesus himself despite bringing me the realisation of a lifetime

Obviously I don’t relate to Jumin exactly, I’m not the son of a corporate legend and I’m sure Jumin’s never had to worry about his families financial status, and I bet he doesn’t have any of the problems I do with my health

Still crazy in love with Jumin though and this is how I am a Jumin Stan to death without being a kinky queen

I genuinely see him as a very wholesome and loving character because, well, because I see him as myself. I think he’d be so kind and gentle to MC because unlike anything else he owns, he can’t just buy a new one if she breaks, his money can’t solve any issues with her, and that’s what I think he needs

To summarise I need recommendations for wholesome Jumin fanfics or literally any Jumin fanfic lemon without all the kinky stuff please it’s surprisingly hard to find

#jumin han #mystic messenger #mysmes #jumin route #mysme jumin #opinion #headcannonsiguess #mystic messenger jumin fanfic

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kindofcashton · 4 years

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𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 • chapter 17 (Calum Hood AU)

DESPITE THE STARTLING realization that I might in fact be in love with Calum, I didn’t act any differently. I didn’t hover or cling to him like annoying, love-struck girls would. In fact, I was almost more distant, using it as a safety precaution in case he caught on to my intensifying feelings. One night I casually suggested we sleep apart, even though the thought pained me. Calum’s reluctance was a comfort, but even still he ended up agreeing. That was one of the longest nights of my life; I laid for hours just staring at the ceiling, wondering if Calum felt as empty as I did without a warm body laying next to mine.

Things at the house were also just better all around. With Ashton and Hannah on good terms again, the group was tentatively back together. I interrogated Hannah for answers on what had happened, if their relationship was slowly reforming. She dodged most of my tougher questions, insisting that they’d put aside any bad blood for the sake of the group. I didn’t entirely buy this; something definitely happened, but for whatever reason Hannah wasn’t ready to tell me. I didn’t demand any more details, seeing as I was withholding plenty myself. Hannah thought Calum and I were just fooling around, no strings attached. While that was what was supposed to be going on, my feelings lately had confused things. By no means was I going to tell a soul what I felt, but even keeping it inside still made the whole thing feel different. I leaned deeper into Calum’s kisses, I held his gaze longer when he rocked inside of me. My body was communicating all on its own, and I just hoped Calum didn’t catch on to these subtle changes.

After a particularly hot and passionate night together, I was frantic to go off to work. Calum’s heady pants still echoed in my ears, the burn of his fingers still lingering on my skin. As I sat on the edge of the bed lacing up my sneakers, I felt warm lips press into my neck, and goosebumps raised immediately where he kissed me.

“Back for more?” I joked, not looking over my shoulder. I’d woken up before him to get ready, leaving him peacefully asleep, or so I thought. He swiveled his body to sit next to mine on the bed, shoulder bumping my own. Calum was clad only in black athletic shorts, his toned torso on teasing display.

His nose nestled into my neck, making my lashes flutter. “I can be quick,” he whispered in a sultry tone, and I pushed him away with a snort.

“I think I’ll need more time to recover after what you did last night,” I reminded him, feeling the residual ache between my legs. Calum left me the sore in the best way possible, and all day I would have a reminder of his body’s wicked tricks.

Calum smirked at me, flopping over onto the mattress with his hand over his abdomen. He looked beautifully relaxed, jawline framed by the morning light, his eyes drowsy but content. I’d never seen him so happy, and for a second I wondered if it was more than just the sex that made him feel this way.

“How long’s your shift?” he asked, eyes closing with a yawn. I grabbed my bag off the floor and shouldered it with a sigh.

“Long,” I said simply, not looking forward to the strenuous hours ahead. With community college tuition looming, I asked Mack for as many shifts as I could get, just in case I felt tight on money. I’d rather have more than enough than barely enough, even if it meant working excruciating hours.

Calum frowned. “You’re working so much lately.” There was an edge to his voice, like he disapproved.

I ran a hand through my hair in aggravation. “What else am I supposed to do? My life is getting back on track, and that means more bills to pay.” I tried to stifle the resentment bubbling up inside me; Calum lounged around day in and day out, doing what he wanted when he wanted to. Week after week he tore open the checks his mother sent, tossing them carelessly onto his desk. Usually this didn’t come between us, but with my increased schedule I couldn’t help but feel bitter about his lazy routine.

Clearly a similar thought crossed his mind, and his frown deepened. He didn’t say anything else, instead taking on a guarded expression. He was so hard to read sometimes, and when I wanted him to open up he just shut down. I had no idea how he felt about me going back to school; part of me thought he didn’t care, but another part wondered if he felt insecure that I was growing up and making a life for myself while he wasted time doing nothing important. I wished he would tell me if he felt this way, but of course he never did. We didn’t talk about anything that wasn’t surface level, which was fine when we were in our peaceful little bubble.

But I had to live in reality, which meant popping that bubble more frequently. I couldn’t let Calum distract me from my more important goals, and he just had to learn to deal with my busy lifestyle.

As I was tying my hair into a messy ponytail, Calum suddenly asked, “When do you get off?”

“Seven,” I answered. “It’s a ten-hour shift with only one lunch break. I might drop dead from exhaustion.” A second passed, and I chewed my lip as an idea popped into my head. “Want to get dinner after I’m finished?”

For some reason this caused Calum to lean up, his posture stiff and his expression incredulous. “What?”

My brows knit together, puzzled at his odd reaction. “Dinner. I’ll be starved after my shift, so I thought you could join me.”

His frown turned into a glare. “Like a date?” He sounded defensive and mocking, which didn’t help my already exacerbated mood.

“What, we can’t eat a meal together? Is that against some hook-up rule or something?” I couldn’t control the annoyance in my voice; why did Calum always have to complicate things?

“I don’t know, dinner just seems like a weird thing to do.” I had no idea what he meant by ‘weird’, and his unreadable expression didn’t help me figure it out.

“Whatever, Calum,” I refuted. “Forget I asked.” I was already late for work and had to catch the bus, so I didn’t bother staying to bicker any longer. Admittedly, it hurt that he was so against the idea of us spending time together outside of the bedroom. I’d suggested dinner as more of a friendship thing than anything else; after all, there was a time when the two of us actually liked one another.

I didn’t realize Calum had followed me until I reached the front door, but his arm blocked me from opening it. He’d thrown on a shirt and shoes, and his lips were pressed together in a thin line.

Fuming, I crossed my arms and demanded he move. “I’m late for work, Calum.”

“No, you’re late for the bus,” he countered. “So let me drive you, and that’ll solve the problem.” For such a considerate offer, he didn’t sound too nice about it. His scowl seemed permanently etched on as I followed him to his car.

We drove in silence for a few minutes, not even the sound of the radio to alleviate the tension. Calum’s knuckles were white as he gripped the wheel, and I leaned as far away from him as possible.

Sensing my irritation, he asked, “Are you gonna be pissed at me for the whole day?” He sounded accusing, which only made me more infuriated.

“No, Calum. I’m not gonna waste that much time on you.” Realizing how harsh the words sounded, I backtracked. “I just thought we could eat some stupid grilled cheese sandwiches together and maybe do something different for a change. God forbid I want to spend time with you.”

More silence, so I thought the conversation was over. But then I glanced over and saw an odd look on his face, almost resembling guilt.

“So it’s not a date?” he reiterated, and I let out an enormous sigh.

“I literally just want to eat food, and not do it alone,” I insisted, so beyond done with this conversation. But Calum seemed satisfied with my answer, and eased up his tight grip on the wheel.

“Okay, so I’ll pick you up.” He met my eyes as he pulled into a parking spot near the cafe, stopping the car and filling the air with quiet. I tried desperately to see the thoughts swirling behind his level brown gaze, but it was a hopeless task. At least he wasn’t hostile anymore. I sighed again, hoping my annoyance was well communicated so he knew not to pull this shit again.

“I’ll see you later,” I told him before closing the car door. I stalked towards the coffee shop, grabbing the strap of my bag for support as I refused to look back.

Roger knew something was up the minute I started working. I moved angrily as I made the coffees, sighing every so often and grimacing rather than smiling at the customers. It would be a long day.

“Who pissed in your morning coffee?” he joked after a particularly bad exchange with a customer. The guy had demanded I remake his cappuccino because it “didn’t taste right”, and when my polite apology wasn’t ass-kissing enough for him he accused me of being a miserable, lazy youth. I seriously contemplated throwing the hot coffee in his face, but reminded myself I was working these stupid shifts for a reason. My future.

“Just having a bad day, I guess,” I replied vaguely, but this didn’t satisfy Roger.

“Trouble in paradise, eh? What’s he done now?”

I couldn’t help but smile at how Roger always jumped to my defense, always blaming Calum when things went wrong. “I told him I was working late and suggested we get dinner, then he flipped out because he thought I meant it as a date.”

This intrigued Roger, who raised his eyebrows in pleasant surprise. “Interesting. He could be using reverse psychology. I’ll bet he actually does want to go on a date, but wants you to think that he doesn’t.” Roger tapped the side of his head. “Smart cookie.”

I laughed, beginning to wipe down the counters after the first morning rush. “I’m a psychology major and I still can’t figure out what goes in his mind,” I joked. “I just thought it would be nice to do something together. Other than what we always do.” At my insinuation, Roger giggled like a schoolboy.

“Ah, yes, the sex has reached the boring stage, has it?”

I shook my head firmly. “No, not at all. It’s still great, just...” I exhaled sharply, frustrated with the whole situation. “I really thought it was just gonna be dinner, but then he had to make it weird. And he was being weird about me working so much, too. I don’t know what his problem is lately.”

Roger nodded along to my rant, considering the dilemma. “Well, that’s obvious at least. He feels left behind.”

I waved the rag excitedly. “That’s what I thought! I mean, he doesn’t have any idea what he’s doing, and I have every idea. I thought maybe he was jealous or insecure, but he’d definitely rather die than tell me this.”

“He’s a guy like that. We don’t like feeling inferior, and when we do we totally deal with it the wrong way,” Roger informed me. “He doesn’t know how to process these complex emotions so he’s shutting them out.”

I smiled. “You don’t need to tell me twice. Classic defense mechanisms, disconnection from his feelings...” I trailed off, suddenly feeling guilty. I shouldn’t psychoanalyze Calum, not when I knew how much he hated that side of me. But I couldn’t help it when he was being so difficult.

Resting my elbows on the counter, my smile faded into a worried frown. “What do I do, Roger? I thought we were in a good place, but lately it just doesn’t feel right anymore.”

“Don’t give up yet,” Roger suggested. “Give it a little more time. But if Calum doesn’t start making some changes, cut him loose. You’ve got better things to deal with than his emotional immaturity.” Despite the harsh criticism, I knew Roger was right. Whatever I felt towards Calum didn’t matter if he was jeopardizing my future, and I couldn’t keep dealing with his detached feelings when it made me so exhausted.

For once I actually dreaded the end of my shift. I had no idea what mood Calum would be in when he picked me up--or if he would even pick me up at all. I wouldn’t put it past him to abandon me, especially if he wanted to avoid an uncomfortable conversation.

I ended up cleaning the whole dining area twice, and even resorted to re-mopping the floor which was practically sparkling already. Roger played along with this for as long as he could, but even his patience was wearing thin.

“We got off half an hour ago, Scarlett,” he criticized, snatching the mop out of my hand. “I’m going blind from all the sparkly-clean surfaces inside this cafe.”

I sighed, placing my hands on my hips. “I know, you’re right. I just...when I’m nervous I like to fix things and be productive, so cleaning--”

“Yeah, yeah, your fatal flaw is that you care too much and you clean all the time. I swear, you act like you’re the worst person alive when those are barely flaws.” Roger’s tone was light, but I couldn’t help but look deeper into his joke. Did Calum think that I didn’t believe I had any flaws? Caring too much is barely even a character flaw, but that’s what he threw in my face constantly. Maybe he thought I put myself on a pedestal above him, and that’s why he felt so insecure.

I decided I would try to be less condescending and more open when it came to Calum’s feelings. I only hoped he would actually appreciate this effort, and maybe start making some positive changes of his own.

The sun was bleeding into the sky as it set below the horizon, casting a pale orange glow about the earth. I glanced around outside the cafe, searching for that signature red mustang that always made my heart skip a beat.

Sure enough, it was parked right across the street, and Calum was leaning casually against it. He looked good; typical black jeans and sneakers with a big red flannel over a band shirt. My face broke into a surprise smile; I remembered wearing that shirt just a few nights ago.

When I approached, Calum’s brows raised disbelievingly. “What’s with the face?” he questioned, referring to my dumb grin.

I shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t exactly sure if you’d show up.” It was an honest answer, and I didn’t think lying or placating Calum would help either of us.

His lips twisted into a sardonic smirk. “Of course I showed up; I would never miss our date.” He said this with obvious bitter sarcasm, but the crinkles around his eyes softened the delivery. I rolled my eyes, amused by his stubborn refusal to get over the whole “date” thing.

“I’m starved, where should we go?” I’d eat just about anything right now, but a grilled cheese sounded particularly mouth-watering.

“Luke says there’s a new diner open by the music shop. Says it’s more upscale than the truck-stop places we always go to.”

I nodded, pleased with the idea of trying out a new place with Calum. This felt like something regular friends did, and although Calum and I were definitely out of the ordinary, I enjoyed it nonetheless.

The diner was fairly packed when we got there, but we managed to snag one of the last open booths. There was no question about what we’d order; as soon as the waitress showed up, we asked for two grilled cheeses.

I sipped my coke and gazed out the window at the bustling city streets. My muscles relaxed into the cushioned booth as the day’s stress lifted from my shoulders. Work was taxing, as always, but worth it in the end.

Neither of us minded the quiet, since we were so used to each other’s presence. A few times I felt Calum’s knee brush mine under the table, and my lips twitched at this subtle motion.

“Why’d you get out so late? Mack ask you to stay longer?” Calum twirled his unopened plastic straw between his fingers, and for a second the movement mesmerized me as I thought about his skilled fingers.

“No, I just wanted to clean the place up. I didn’t have to stay.”

Calum scoffed lightly, and I worried I said something wrong. “Always so selfless,” he muttered, but I couldn’t detect if he was joking or not. “Do you ever do anything wrong?”

The question was rhetorical, but I took the opportunity to open up a little and show Calum that I could be vulnerable. “Yeah, all the time. What do you think me lying to everyone was about?”

He frowned, unsatisfied by the answer. “You lied out of loyalty to a friend, that’s hardly wrong.”

“Okay, then I leech off all of you by living rent-free. I’m cheap, I’m a cheap-skate.” I was grasping at straws, anything to show that I didn’t think I was some perfect angel. And I didn’t. I knew I was flawed and I hated that Calum thought I wasn’t; that would just set him up to be disappointed when he realized I wasn’t as amazing as he thought.

Calum just rolled his eyes at this attempt. “You whine about feeling bad every day, that’s hardly being a leech.”

Sitting back with a defeated sigh, I demanded, “Well, what do you want me to say? I’m showing you everything I do wrong and you’re denying all of it.”

“Because you don’t do anything wrong. You’re so kind it makes my teeth hurt, and there’s never a doubt in anyone’s mind that you’re genuine. You’re perfect, Scarlett.” He said this matter-of-fact, like I was a little kid he was explaining something very simple to.

I ignored the way his final sentence made me feel. You’re perfect, Scarlett. Did he really see me that way? Was I perfect to him? Or perfect for him? I hoped it was the latter, and bit my lip to hide my inner turmoil. Calum danced along a very thin line all the time: the line between what we were now, and what I secretly wanted us to be. What kind of friend-with-benefits says you’re perfect? I tried to convince myself he didn’t mean it, that it was supposed to be mocking, but the sincerity in his eyes was telling me otherwise.

Thankfully, the waitress interrupted us with food and gave us both an excuse to change the subject. As soon as she left, Calum and I collectively cringed; the sandwiches were cut down the middle.

Calum exhaled gravely, shaking his head. “Gonna have to tell Luke this place isn’t so great after all. I mean, they really fucked up here.”

I laughed, pretending to push my plate away. “Get that waitress back here, we’ll set her straight.” As we both joked over the grilled cheese, any intensity or confusion from before was banished. The meal was quickly over, and I won the argument for which of us would pay for the food. While we got up to leave, Calum grumbled about having to take me out again so that he could pay and make us even.

When he said this, I had to hide my blushing smile.

The night wasn’t too cold, and we decided to walk for a little bit before driving home. Our hands swayed close to one another’s, and I willed Calum to twine his fingers with my own. But the backs of our palms grazed a few times, and he made no move to change this.

As we passed by a familiar building, I pointed it out to Calum. “That’s one of the places Hannah and I looked at. The apartment is actually pretty nice, but there’s god-awful green bathroom tile that makes me nauseous just looking at it.”

Calum smiled vaguely, his expression distant. “You can’t live there, the location is awful.”

I knitted my brows together. “It’s right by the coffee shop.”

He shook his head. “Yeah, but way too far from the house. We’re never gonna see you guys if you live there.”

I chuckled, looking down at the pavement as we walked. “I think you just don’t want me to move out,” I concluded.

Calum’s smile tightened. “Yeah, who else would constantly wear the shirts that are supposed to be mine?”

My shoulder nudged him jokingly as I teased, “Admit it, you love seeing me in your tee shirts.”

He paused in walking, and my grin faded. Had I been too serious? Was using the word love a mistake? Panic welled up in my chest, and I feared I ruined an otherwise perfect evening.

And then all of a sudden his phone began to ring, and I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. Saved by the bell, I thought, wondering what would have happened if we weren’t interrupted.

Calum fished through his pocket for his phone, pulling it out and glancing at the screen. His expression immediately darkened, and my stomach sank upon seeing this.

“Who is it?” It was a stupid question, because I knew he wouldn’t answer. Calum squared his shoulders and started walking, leaving me to hurriedly catch up to him.

“No one,” he snapped when I reached him, anticipating my badgering questions. “Drop it, okay?”

I opened my mouth to protest, but then remembered the promise I’d made to myself earlier. Don’t be condescending. So I kept my mouth shut, and instead focused on keeping up with Calum’s long strides.

He glanced at me a few times, surprised I wasn’t trying to get answers out of him. Once I met his eyes, and saw the deep thought hiding behind his brown orbs. I wished he’d let me in on what he was thinking, but I settled with not knowing.

A minute passed, and then his phone chimed, indicating the caller had left a voicemail. We both tensed, but I didn’t expect him to listen to it.

So I was surprised when he whipped his phone out and brought it to his ear, stopping again to listen to the message. I stood a few feet from him, keeping enough distance that I couldn’t eavesdrop on the call, even though I was dying to know who it was.

I watched Calum’s face as he listened, taking in the subtle narrowing of his eyes, the lowering of his brow in shock. His lips parted, and all I wanted to do was kiss away the storm brewing behind his eyes.

The voicemail ended, and Calum shoved his phone back in his pocket. But this time when he tried to continue walking, I stopped him, stepping in front of his chest and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Calum,” I started gently, lifting my eyes to his. He avoided my quizzical stare, breathing hard. “What is it? What’s wrong? You can tell me.”

He pushed a hand roughly through his hair, glaring everywhere but at me. “It’s nothing, Scarlett. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not,” I defended. “But maybe you should since whoever it is makes you feel this angry.”

Finally he turned his angry eyes on me, and I inhaled sharply at the fury I saw there. “Fine, it was my mother who called. Satisfied?” He pushed me aside in order to storm off, and I was too stunned to move for a moment.

But then I jogged to catch up, breathless and confused. “Your mother? What did she want? I thought she only reaches out through the checks.”

Calum looked ready to boil over. “She does, but apparently she felt the need to call me.” He appeared to be fighting over his next words, before finally stating, “She wants me to come home for a visit.”

I took a minute to let this information sink in. Instinctively I was thrilled; his mother reaching out was a promising sign that their fractured relationship could be healed. But then I considered the ramifications of her request. She wouldn’t just ask out of the blue if something else wasn’t going on. And she had to know that Calum wasn’t exactly warm and fuzzy when it came to family stuff, so why not go about it delicately, not so sudden and shocking?

I tried in vain to read Calum’s expression, finding nothing but frustration and anger. It pained me to see him so tense, but I didn’t just want to coddle him, I wanted to help him.

“Why not go?” I proposed softly, trying not to set him off. “It might be good to see her.”

Calum snickered at this, and I winced. “You’re shitting me, right?” He sounded harsh and mocking, and I struggled to hold my ground.

“I know you’re confused and hurting,” I said firmly. “But you don’t have to take it out on me. I just want to help you.”

“Of course you do, because I’m your favorite little charity case,” he retaliated. “Give it a rest, Scarlett. I don’t need you smothering me.”

Fuming, I folded my arms and didn’t shy away from his steely gaze. “No, Calum. You can be an asshole and you can bitch about whatever you want, but don’t you dare take it out on me. I’m just suggesting you patch up your relationship with your mother, or at least give it a try--”

“What makes you think you know what’s best for me?” he snarled. “You don’t know me, you have no right to tell me what to do. We’re not even friends, so why do you care?”

I huffed in disbelief, pressing a hand to my forehead. “Why do I care? Maybe because I’m not an emotionless husk who has no idea how to express his feelings! We’re sleeping together for God’s sake--”

“And that makes us what, a couple? You think you’re my girlfriend? We’re not even friends, Scarlett.”

Each word cut me like a knife, voicing the exact anxieties that had been eating away at me for weeks. “I know we’re not, which is why I wanted to go to dinner and spend some freaking time together!” I was embarrassed at how high my voice had gotten, how pathetic I sounded when I was trying to defend myself.

Calum chuckled darkly. “I don’t want to be friends with you. You always do this, you always force your way into other people’s problems because you think it involves you when it doesn’t.” His hard eyes met mine. “You’re nothing more than a good lay, and I can get that anywhere.”

I tried to remember how to breathe as I watched his figure get smaller and smaller, walking farther and farther away from me. Each step he took was a stab to my heart, until he was out of view and I was left bleeding alone in the street.

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teacupwritings · 4 years

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Yo okie, what about some headcannons with Bakugou, Todo, and Shinsou realizing that they have a crush and just being totally whipped for her 💕💕

Awe my first actual request! as soon as I saw this i got instant inspiration so I hope you enjoy! Also feel free to drop a request in my inbox makes me happy :)

Characters: bakugou, todoroki, and Shinsou

Request: open duh

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

- he is honestly so confused

- of all the people he could have a crush on it had to be you

- he doesn’t even know how this shit even works

- like…is he even allowed to have emotions?

- he is fueled by nothing but pure rage

- so I guess everyone is as shocked as he is when they see him constantly smiling in your direction

- how in the world could he find someone so damn cute

- he is so soft when it comes to you

- …well I mean…as soft as Bakugou can get

- you are also one of the only people that can make him laugh

- and it is one of the most rare sounds that roam the halls of UA

- maybe that’s why he likes you so much

- the two of you will still argue constantly

- but once in a while he would let you think you won

- you guys would also have some of the weirdest conversations and he would just be so confused

- “Bro, do you think canabalism could like…I don’t know end world hunger?”

- “WHAT THE FU-“

- “dude! Just think about it for a sec! All of our problems would be solv-“

- “if I hear another damn word come out of that pretty little mouth of yours your dead.”

- “you think my mouth is pretty.” :)

- “SHUT THE FUCK UP”

- “sorry…”

- great now you made him feel bad

- every time he thinks he may have hurt your feeling he would just shower you in gifts he doesn’t have the money for

- and we all know damn well he isn’t going to apologize

- he is too stubborn for that shit

- “you really didn’t need to get me this-“

- “just shut up and take it!”

- “I mean if you say so!”

- the gifts would always consist of small charms for some bracelet he got you a while back

-and occasionally he would give you those funko pop things you are always collecting

- every once in a while he will slip up and compliment you

- and then when people call him out he denies it 100 percent

- he also enjoys spending time with you watching all of your favorite shitty shows and movies

- as much as he hates to admit it he is alright with doing anything as long as it’s with you

SHOTO TODOROKI

- awe isn’t he the cutest

- Shoto exe has stopped working

- He lowkey admires you

- like from a distance of course

- because most of the time he would keep to himself

- but in all honestly, he really did not mind hanging out with you

- you were one of the only students in UA that he actually felt comfortable enough to take to the Todoroki household

- its absolute chaos but we don’t talk about it

- now the two of you just hang out at his do- the two of you would have study dates 24/7

- he would even go as far as making tea for you

- that’s like the only thing he could make on his own

- he would also serve it to you in his special all might mug and its just precious

- he is a fanboy at heart

- he isn’t the best cook but you’ll just heat up ramen in the microwave if you get hungry

- privileged

- when the two of you say “study date” it is basically an excuse to hang out.

- the two of you would do some book club type shit

- and sometimes you would watch shitty cliche romance movies

- you don’t really like them

- but Shoto gets a kick out of them or sum

- Don’t even get me started on gifts

- he would take you to the mall all the time

- shopping sprees with Endeavor’s credit card

- you don’t really ask for anything you kind of just make small comments here and there

- “Shoto, did you see that?! Its so cute!”

- “Yeah…It’s pretty cute.”

- As soon as you leave to use the bathroom or get some drinks from the food court, he would literally run and buy you whatever you were looking at

- he would surprise you with it as soon as you question whats in the bag

- after that you ambush him with hugs and thanks

- now he is just…super flustered

- “It really isn’t a big deal.”

- sometimes you forget he is rich

- he will get you anything as long as it makes you happy :)

HITOSHI SHINSOU

- the two of you never really acknowledged each other until he figured out the two of you both wanted to join the hero course

- after that you would train with each other all the time

- sometimes when you guys are training with each other he will use his brainwashing quirk on you (of course with his consent)

- you always end up losing because you literally cannot keep your mouth shut

- he will make you do the stupidest shit

- just to get a quick laugh out of it

- you managed to get out of his trance once but that was only because you had allergies and sneezed

- he was kinda shocked but he let it slide as a mistake

- he never actually realized he had feelings for you until he noticed how much he actually missed you when you were out for about a week

- it was all the little things too

- like all of your useless conversations together and the way you would laugh at your own jokes

- now he doesn’t want to leave your side

- sometimes he would walk down the halls quietly and when he sees you he will greet you with a hug

- every once in a while you would have sleep overs and you would just listen to each other rant till 3 in the morning

- he just loves to hear whats on your mind

- on days like these you would wake up with bags under your eyes so the two of you spend the morning putting concealer under each others eyes so you don’t make it to school looking homeless

- During class he would pass you notes

- whatever he writes is always a surprise it could either be the sweetest poem or one of the most cursed things you you have read in your entire life

- He is also extremely broke so don’t be expecting too many gifts

- he still makes you cute little scarves and hats here and there

- because he enjoys knitting shut up

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rockshortage · 4 years

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SKILLS - Fallout OC Ask Prompt

Here it is, everything in one place. The questions I haven’t answered already in a different post are in bold so you can easily skip to those if you want.

now all in bold because it’s been a while since I posted this

Barter

1. How important is making money or acquiring wealth to your character? Do they even need it?

Hector generally makes do with what he has, but he sure as hell enjoys the monetary benefits to being Overboss. Finally he can indulge a bit, get a semblance of pre-war comforts back and invest the surplus to get the rest of Nuka World to that stage too. And also buy a bunch of shit he doesn’t need because he thinks it’s cool. And since part of the Overboss’ job is to flex on everyone once in a while, he allows himself to be a bit excessive sometimes.

2. Is your character quick to take care of others in need, or do they look out for themselves first and foremost?

If they’re a good friend, they almost always come first. With strangers/acquaintances, it depends a lot on the situation and on what people expect of him. He has trouble saying no, so if someone asks him for help, he’s not likely to leave them hanging. If not specifically asked, he’Il try to just kinda slip away undetected (which often works well because he doesn’t have much of a presence). Nothing is his business unless people make it so. He will feel bad about his inaction in various situations though.

3. What is something other than money that could make your character do something they otherwise wouldn’t want to do? What about something they otherwise really, really, really wouldn’t want to do?

He does a lot of things he doesn’t want to due to peer pressure or expectations people have of the Overboss.

For the latter, if his own safety or the safety of someone or something he really cares about is seriously threatened. Blackmail, basically. Or if it’s something that someone he cares about would really appreciate. Like this is their lifelong dream and Hector can make it reality if he just does this thing that he absolutely does not want to do. He’d do that.

Energy Weapons

4. Does your character prefer high-tech or low-tech solutions to problems?

High-tech if there is time for it, as that usually takes longer than the equivalent of hitting the problem with a rock. He’s a techy guy, solving problems using his field of expertise is fun and rewarding, so that’s what he’ll usually try to do. But sometimes he can’t argue with the simplest solution often being the best.

5. What does your character think about pre-war society?

Hard to say since I haven’t really worked out what the heck he was doing pre-war and how much he remembers of it. But he’s always been rather isolated, whether that be of his own choice or a result of his conditions. Which means he doesn’t care all that much about society and whatever it’s up to again. He’s just trying to vibe in his own little space. I can’t imagine him being happy that they started a war though. He doesn’t regret the loss of society as much as he regrets the loss of the comforts and luxuries it brought him. Existential dread about the world ending bad but not worrying about more immediate threats to his life in the form of wasteland inhabitants good.

6. Is your character easily exhaustible? Are they normally an energetic person or more lethargic? If the former, what would reduce them to the latter; if the latter, what would excite them into the former?

It’s not that he’s easily exhaustible, he’s got rather good endurance and drive. It’s just that he is exhausted most of the time, due to his sleep issues. So his default state is generally on the lethargic side, but he has bursts of energy. Be that finding the fun in clearing the parks and destroying shit, or less noticeably when he’s engrossed in a project.

Explosives

7. How does your character express anger? Do they have a short temper, do they bury their rage until they burst, or can they handle it well?

He usually buries it, at least for the moment. Put on a pokerface and then release his anger later with the help of loud music or going out into the wastes and destroying some shit. There are exceptions, where he loses his shit on the spot, the main one being someone ‘hurting’ MAAK.

8. Does your character have any particular pet peeves that irritate them?

Way too fucking many to list – once he notices that is. The only reason he doesn’t spend every second of being around other people angry is that he’s often kind of oblivious or anxious, which makes him self-centered and not notice the little things people are doing around him.

I think I named a few examples in another ask meme, such as excessive public displays of affection and loud/open mouthed chewing. Here’s another one: when someone uses a lot abbreviations and acronyms and assumes everyone will just know what they mean. It’s often a cultural thing and therefore most if not all people around him will know, but Hector can’t ask ‘what does this mean’ 7 times in one conversation because then he’ll look stupid but he literally cannot follow this conversation anymore which will also make him look stupid if someone catches onto it and this could have all been avoided if they said actual words instead of nonsensical amalgamations of letters and ARGH.

9. Is there anything that anyone who knows better should avoid bringing up to your character (i.e., any conversational landmines)?

I was gonna say criticism about MAAK, but if I’m getting this right, ‘anyone who knows better’ means they have some form of positive relationship with Hector. So I’m not sure this applies all that well. They’d still have to be careful around the subject because he takes this kind of thing personally very quickly, but if they are an acquaintance or friend, he will be a bit more lenient instead of like… trying to fistfight them on the spot. Maybe he’ll let a comment slide or calmly remind them to Not Speak Their Mind about this. Seriously. Back Off From This Topic And We Won’t Have A Problem.

Can’t think of any better examples right now, file it under pending character development :V

Guns

10. What is your character’s weapon of choice? Are they good in a fight, whether armed or not?

He prefers to be far away from his target and pick them off before a fight can really break out, so his go to is a sniper rifle. Though he hasn’t (or rather I haven’t) found ‘the one’ yet. It’s a dilemma between ballistics, which are more fun to shoot, and energy weapons, which have little to no recoil and are therefore much easier to handle (and because technology cool). It’s probably going to be a heavily modified laser/plasma/gauss rifle of some kind.

He’s not very good when it gets to close range. He has to end the fight as quickly as he can, put some distance between himself and his opponent, or just try to outlast them by dodging/absorbing hits until they tire themselves out.

11. Has your character ever killed anyone purely in cold blood?

I might just be dumb but I’m having genuine trouble deciding what counts as cold blood and what doesn’t. Since Hector frequents raider circles where murder is almost normalized, I feel like the definition of it gets much more narrowed down, which means there’s a chance he’s never actually killed someone by strict definition of ‘cold blood’ (without emotion or mercy). From a non-raider, upstanding citizen viewpoint though? All the fucking time.

(Technically obsolete since I rewrote the answer, but I’ll leave this here anyway: Say, he has to lead a raid on a settlement – the people there have done nothing wrong, but they’re on turf that one of the gangs really wants, and Hector hasn’t been able to convince them to just leave. So they have to die, and Hector has to set an example to keep the respect of the gangs. He’ll do it, but it’s shitty and he’ll feel awful, their terrified faces and dying breaths haunt him for a while. From an outside perspective, he killed them in cold blood. But on the inside, Hector isn’t emotionless about it at all, it doesn’t feel good, it wasn’t fun, he’s full of regret and he dreads the next time he has to do this again.)

12. What are your character’s opinions on war? Is it something necessary or barbaric, or both? Do they believe in noble conflict or the existence of “a good war?”

As with many things, he can be swayed in either direction, depending on the circumstances, the people around him, and his own memories. Sometimes he thinks it’s a necessary means to an end, might even go as far as to glorify certain aspects of it – as long as he has the outside perspective. When he’s actually involved himself and everything gets too close for comfort, he’ll see how ugly of an affair it really is and regret that he ever condoned any of it. …until he forgets again.

Lockpick

13. Does your character prefer careful finesse or brute force in most situations?

Careful finesse, definitely. It really frustrates him to watch people trying to brute force something that would be solved so much easier if they just showed a little care.

14. How greedy is your character? Would they scavenge anything and everything they can carry from someplace “just in case”, or only ever take what they know they need?

By that definition, very greedy. But like, why go out to scavenge ruins and not take everything you see? Are you really gonna leave half the stuff just in case some other scavenger maybe comes across it at some point later? Nah, you take that shit and then have Gage pressure you into selling the surplus later even though you wanna keep it, there’s still a little bit of room in the storage, come on, Porter don’t be like this

15. What is your character’s most prized possession, and where do they keep it?

Does MAAK count? Because MAAK definitely is his pride and joy. He keeps MAAK with him as much as he can. And most likely his preferred weapon, once I figure out what it is exactly.

Medicine

16. How does your character tolerate pain? How do they handle stress and trauma?

He tolerates pain very well in the moment it happens initially. It’s not always out of survival instinct and such like I’ve specified previously, sometimes it’s just sheer embarrassment / anxiety. When he gets hurt while people see, his immediate instinct is “it’s fine, i’m fine, nothing to see here” and then he’ll go hide somewhere and decide for real if it’s actually fine or not.

He handles the aftermath of injuries a lot less well. You know the cliché of men being much more sensitive to pain/sickness than women and just being very noticeable in their misery? That’s Hector once he’s back in the safety of his home and recovering from his injuries. (usually MAAK is on the receiving end of his suffering but unfortunately for Gage it’s more satisfying to lament at someone who can actually react)

17. Does your character have any habits? Any tics, fixations, rituals, superstitions, or dependencies?

Totally. Hector is very much a creature of habit and it takes real effort to get him out of his comfort zone. He’d absolutely have a tic or two but I can’t come up with anything specific that isn’t just randomly made up. I’m thinking something along the lines of fixing his clothing a lot, like pulling at his gloves checking his collar, etc. But it’s nothing solid, so I’ll leave that aside for now.

A daily (if possible) ritual is writing in his journal. It helps him retain information and gives him some peace of mind that even if he forgets, he’ll be able to look it up again.

No superstitions (or none that I can think of). He loves to challenge superstitions actually, because it’s all complete and utter bullshit to him. This is actually one of the rare cases he does not care to think of people’s feelings first and can be a total dick on purpose. Oh you’re scared bad things will happen if I do this? Haha fuck you, not only will I open this umbrella inside, I will also smash a mirror with it and specifically point out to you that I am not knocking on wood.

18. What’s something that always makes your character feel better (physically, emotionally, mentally)?

A nice warm shower and sleeping in a clean bed afterwards. Being outside at night when it’s a little chilly and dark enough so he can take off his mask or other clothing items. Bonus points when there’s a campfire, so the lighting is nice and it’s just a little bit spooky, and he’s able to feel warmth on his skin without being burned. Being around MAAK, baby talking to him, cleaning his chassis, feeding him some trash. Listening and singing along to his favorite music.

Melee Weapons

19. What does it take to motivate your character to violence? Do they try to avoid violence as much as possible, are they willing and able to instigate violence, or are they even outright bloodthirsty?

Necessity is his main motivator. He tries to avoid violence as much as he can (in most scenarios), but he also won’t always bend over backwards to find a peaceful solution to everything. Instigating it is kinda difficult for him though, it’s so much easier if the other one attacks first and he can react in self defense.

20. How resourceful is your character? How adept are they at improvising with things around them or repurposing random junk into valuables, weapons, or tools?

Now this is something he excels at, mostly when there’s tech involved. Don’t just destroy turrets and robots, change their targeting parameters so they fight for him instead. Rig one up to explode and let it run into crowds of enemies. Have a speaker emit a frequency that either attracts or repels wildlife and ferals. Use that highly dangerous power line to electrocute a gatorclaw. Set up a whole grid that’ll fry the ferals or bloodworms. So many options.

21. Does your character have any comfort objects that they prefer to keep on their person as much as possible, or frequently hold in their hand just to hold it?

MAAK unfortunately does not fit in his pocket, so keeping him around at all times is more complicated. Maybe I’ll figure out some small comfort object at some point because I like the idea, but for now it’s just good old impractical emotional support robot MAAK.

Repair

22. What is your character’s single most handy trait or skill?

Engineering/robotics.

23. How concerned is your character with practicality? Are they more down-to-earth, grounded, or focused on necessity, or are they more of a dreamer, indulgent, or reckless?

More of the latter. Simple and practical things are good and all, and he’s often satisfied enough with them. But what really sparks joy is going above and beyond and just kinda off the wall sometimes. He has the resources now instead of having to just scrape by on the bare necessities, so why wouldn’t he take that opportunity??

24. How quick is your character to forgive? Are they able to earn forgiveness from others easily?

In theory, he’s the type to hold grudges. In practice, he has bad memory and sometimes forgets who wronged him or why.

Earning forgiveness doesn’t come super easy because he’s bad at communication. He shoves problems and issues aside because confronting them is uncomfortable. Even if he feels bad about X thing he did to Y person and he could just apologize.

Science

25. What kind(s) of intelligence would you say that your character does and does not have?

Thanks to a different meme I learned of the nine types of intelligence, so I’ll use those here:

High: Logical-mathematical, linguistic, spatial

Medium: musical, bodily-kinesthetic, naturalistic

Low: intrapersonal, interpersonal, existential

26. What kinds of things fascinate your character? Do they have any personal interests that aren’t necessarily practical, but that they just like?

A whole lot of things he’s interested in aren’t exactly practical. Those things are generally in the realm of book smarts, which can be useful, but often don’t have direct applications to his job or survival in general. e.g. knowing how nuclear fusion works on an atomic level is great and all but that deathclaw does not care and only wants to eat you

27. Does your character appreciate a good puzzle, or any other kind of intellectual or strategic challenge (e.g. Sudoku, chess)?

Yeah! Mostly the things he can do on his own though or things that are at least cooperative. There’s a considerable inhibition level when it comes to competitive strategy games like chess, but if ‘forced’ into a round he’d probably end up enjoying it.

Sneak

28. How does your character handle being alone in a wide-open space, being one of many in a large crowd, and being stuck with someone else one-on-one?

Alone in wide-open spaces: hell yeah

Large crowds: hell no please get him out of there asap

One-on-one: this is ok, he can deal with this. If it’s the right person he’ll even enjoy himself.

29. How does your character behave when nobody else is around? How does this differ from how they act around strangers, friends, or lovers?

When no one is around and no one can hear him, he tends to be the most energetic, coming out of his shell. He’ll turn up the music, sing along loudly, dance around, do theatrics. Have in depth discussions about this or that with MAAK, an inanimate object, or himself. Or on the flip side just vibing quietly and comfortably.

Some of that carries over once high enough friendship levels are gained. Strangers on the other hand are not allowed to see that side of him, no, he’s just a quiet and uninteresting guy, nothing to see here.

Lovers? What’s that

30. Suppose your character just wants to disappear; where would they want to disappear to?

Far Harbor looks tempting.

Speech

31. What does your OC sound like? What is the tone of their voice, their cadence, and their vocabulary; are they particularly profane or eloquent? Are they funny, and if so, what’s their sense of humor? Are they long-winded or do they speak little, and if it’s the latter, is that only because they’re concise or is it because they have genuine trouble speaking?

His voice is on the deep side but not remarkably so. He generally speaks in a soft manner, but he can get surprisingly loud for a man of his stature. Vocabulary is all over the place. He has a tendency to be formal and use big words, but then the next moment he’s trying to describe the thingy and the stuff with the some such and whatever, like fuck man, speaking hard.

He has a case of the dad humor. Some people will find that funny, some will not find it funny but a bit endearing, and others will find it not funny and incredibly aggravating. His jokes are generally innocent enough, but he can get dark too. Usually rather dry.

How little or how much he speaks depends entirely on the situation and the topic. He rattles on endlessly about Science and has an unfortunate tendency to mansplain. But when he’s not super passionate about something, it’s just whatever. If he doesn’t feel like he has anything of value to add, he just keeps quiet.

32. Is your character a good liar, or can they manipulate people well? Are they able to conceal what they mean or what they’re feeling, or are they an open book whether they mean to be or not?

He’s quite good at withholding information, but not at straight up lying to someone’s face. His entire attire helps a lot with concealing his feelings or intent. Having no visible facial expressions and a robotic modulated voice allow him to come across as cold and distant, downright emotionless to people who don’t know him or don’t know him well (with a bit of practice). That said, he wouldn’t even know where to start at attempting to manipulate someone.

Hector can be hard to figure out, but once you invest some time and effort into doing that (like Gage was forced to), he’s pretty much an open book in most situations.

33. What is something that could be said to your character that would be unforgivable, either by someone in general or by someone specific? How would they respond?

This is hard. Hector gets insulted / hurt fairly easily and tends to hold onto that negativity longer than he should, but all that mostly stems from his low self-esteem. And it’s rarely stuff that cuts so deep that a continued relationship / association is unthinkable. If Gage was to make it clear to Hector that making him Overboss was actually a horrible mistake and he almost wishes he had Colter back? Oof, ouch, that hurts a lot, but like… he’s not wrong. Gage knows what he’s talking about and Hector never was the perfect man for the job, nor did he want it. Yeah he was trying really hard and maybe he thought he was making good progress, but if Gage says it’s not enough, then it’s not enough.

Before I go too far off track – I’m not sure there’s really one thing someone can say that would be unforgivable. If there is, it would definitely have to be someone Hector trusts / trusted. But actions speak much louder than words. Gage saying he wishes for a different boss is one thing. It hurts but it’s a fair sentiment and doesn’t change the fact that they still have to work together. But Gage actively replacing him, spitting on all their hard work and throwing whatever relationship they had into the trash in the process? There’s no going back to normal after that.

Survival

34. How well does your character take care of themselves in the wilderness? Do they feel most at home in the wilderness, small settlements, or densely inhabited areas? Are there any particular reasons why that is?

As much as Hector likes keeping to himself, he’s not the type of survivor to go out into the deepest wilderness. He could survive out there, but his quality of life would probably be pretty bad. His ideal place would be near a small settlement, within comfortable enough walking distance but not really part of it. He can go into town maybe once a week for supplies and just be alone in his humble abode the rest of the time.

35. What kind of diet does your character keep? Is it more indiscriminate, or picky or particular? Are they good cooks, whether in a kitchen or by a fire? Do they think of food as simple sustenance, or do they appreciate indulgent dishes and finer flavors? Do they have a favorite food?

He's not a picky eater by any means. He will eat what’s on the table and not complain, unless it’s like actually rotting. His cooking is fine, of course until he gets creative with it and makes questionable combinations happen. But what I didn’t mention there is that he only rarely gets the chance to do some train wreck cooking. Usually he does have to treat food as just fuel that lets him go about his day due to the impracticality of having to wear a mask and not being able to take it off during the daytime. And it’s rather difficult to find an interior that reliably lets no sunlight in among all the ruins of the wasteland. When he’s on the road, he quite often just has to go find a reasonably dark corner in which to crouch down and cram in a nutrient bar like some kind of feral man who hasn’t eaten in a week.

36. What keeps your character going? What is the one thing that they have that could motivate them to keep persisting if they lost literally everything else?

There is not one sole thing. Hector has to find drive and motivation in anything at all, because what other choice does he have? There’s no real sense of purpose or meaning to life for someone like him, and he prefers not to think about it too much (or rather not at all). Currently, it’s the friendships he’s made. His responsibilities as Overboss. Whatever little project is on his mind right now. And when all is lost, he has to bide his time, wait until he forgets whatever or whoever he’s grieving. Then it’s back to the same old.

Unarmed

37. How good is your character with their hands or fingers? Do they have a light, gentle touch, or are they hard or uncoordinated? Does your character have any dexterous talents?

Light and gentle, his manual dexterity is above average but nothing outlandish. Just someone who works with his hands a lot and developed his skill accordingly.

38. Is your character physically expressive or do they make a lot of gestures (i.e. do they “talk with their hands”), and if so, what kinds of gestures do they make?

He’s fairly expressive with his hands – less when he’s in an uncomfortable social situation and more when he’s going off about science. It’s a way for him to compensate for the lack of facial expressions. Can’t go that deep yet to name specific actions.

39. Does your character like to be touched or touch others? How does your character value personal space? What kinds of boundaries, physical and otherwise, are important to your character?

In general, no, no touching, keep away, personal space radius is higher than most people’s. Also don’t like, ask him about his day or feelings too much. He’s open about his feelings on his own volition but shrivels up in ‘I don’t know how to communicate’ when specifically prompted. I can imagine there’s a situation of him being severely touch starved going on here, but I’m unsure how much it would take to get him to accept / feel comfortable with physical touch, let alone crave it. In the meantime, he can go hug an animal. Mason always knows when Hector’s particularly sad/emotional because that’s when he comes to the zoo to hug a furry creature. Yes MAAK is his emotional support robot and absolutely his number 1 go-to for that, but sometimes the cold metal of a robot just doesn’t cut it. Sometimes he needs something that’s equally pure of heart but warm and alive

#ask meme #yeet it is done #after this has been up for a while #i'll probably bold all the questions #or none #if i remember to do it #hector messerli #hector ref

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coloneloftruth · 4 years

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I wake up every day uncomfortable. Chasing something I don’t even likely need, consumed by greed, and I can’t help but feel I owe it to myself to do so much better. I deserve it.

Over the past two and a half years, I’ve distracted myself with this crypto nonsense, that has only gotten me into trouble, all in the name of making money. Money, for what? When what I need now more than ever is job stability, a steady income, and a sense of purpose, unbounded by any of the parameters that have so held me back over the last number of years? Because, in all honesty, I am running.

What are you running from, I think to myself? Better yet, whom? In essence, I’ve discovered, I am running away from my own damn self. I am running away from all the foolishness I’ve ever involved myself in, and the bad decisions I’ve made that have hurt me. In all the ways I have cost myself opportunities, all the times I didn’t take that risk, or bet on myself, or allow myself to move past somebody or something. I have sacrificed so much of my own life and being just to chase feelings. Mostly feelings of feeling wanted. And trying to understand why anybody would ever allow themselves to want me.

The job I held most recently didn’t help. I was smarter than everybody there, and both sides knew it. I was relegated to data entry duty -- actually, I relegated myself to data entry duty -- a long time ago because I was scared to take a chance on myself, scared to have to try, because trying meant failing, and because I was comfortable. I was making good money to sit on my ass and try and fail elsewhere, which is exactly what I did. And it got me nowhere, but at least I know that now, right?

So just what do I need all this money for, anyway? This money I keep trying to make off crypto, off flipping tickets, off reselling records. What am I doing this for? So I don’t have to work anymore? Well, I don’t have to work right now, and that’s not a very fulfilling existence, if I have to say. Granted, someday ballgames and concerts and movies and restaurants will return, but what am I going to do when that happens and I have a lot of money, just go to a bunch of outings? Is that what my entire life is going to be, my life’s purpose: Person who makes money, then spends it on himself and his own personal enjoyment, and that’s it? That’s literally it? Oh, and he feeds his cats sometimes. But, that’s it?!

There is something to helping others that has always spoken to at least my individual purpose, and when I’m left to help myself, left just to do everything myself, well, what the hell do I care? So, I have a lot of money. I can buy things. Lots of things! Too many things. I look around at my bedroom floor, and I see piles of clothing and records. I see all the stuff I do have, and I have no appreciation for any of it. I buy records and they stay sealed, unplayed, and they get dumped into a crate, where their own existence is unfulfilled. I put their names on a spreadsheet and that’s the memory they offer me. Occasionally, I’ll spin one or two, but really? Not really.

With all that money, I could move to Canada -- even better, I could move to the bottom of the ocean, or to outer space, or I could kill myself in some spectacular fashion that only my closest friends would fully appreciated -- but it wouldn’t be enough. It wouldn’t prevent what is happening, from happening. From continuing to happen. In that sense, I am trapped. Bound, endlessly, to any prison that would have my mind its member.

And then it hits me. The world is so fucked up. Look around us. Every single thing about this place is just fucked up. You probably read the paragraph immediately preceding this one and wondered what the heck I was referring to specifically, didn’t you? That’s because I meant everything. All of it. From black men being hunted down on their morning jogs by white supremacists, to racial injustice and disparity in general, to climate aggravation, to the virus which keeps killing people, to the stupid people who deny the virus that has been killing people, to the elites profiting off our blood, to the governments meant to take care of their people but do anything but, to... it’s everything, man. And there is no escaping it, no matter how fucking hard you try. No matter how fucking deep you bury your head in the sand.

Maybe that’s what I am running from.

Money won’t solve my problems, but it would handily distract me. But perhaps making a bunch of money in crypto isn’t the way to go about things. Maybe my happiness doesn’t lie in money, but in the spirit the very pursuit of money has since taken out of me, held to the ground, and beat bloody with socks full of billiard balls. In that sense, I think I’m going to take these lessons I’m learning to heart, including never to get caught up in bullshit like this.

But it also serves as a reminder that the most fulfillment I’ve had in this world is when I’ve connected with other people, and when material possessions weren’t such a heavy part of the equation. Some of the fondest memories I have are with people from when money was tight, and when one cheap, used video game, or one bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper, a can of Red Bull, and conversation, would be enough to carry you through the evening.

Connecting with people is important, and is so is making people feel good, and a big part of why I wanted to make a bunch of money was to give it back to some of the people who helped me along the way. A big part of why I constantly am trying to escape. I think when this is all over, I’m going to try finding a career path that appreciates me and helps me feel fulfilled, and start from there. I haven’t loved myself since working this job, and I haven’t done anything that speaks to my creative talents in probably close to a decade. I’ve felt like I have been withering away, in that respect, just dying to get out.

Well. I’m out. Let’s see what I can do with it. Or, if I stay uncomfortable..

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informmburo · 4 years

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SPECIAL REPORT: Kwek Leng Beng’s Latest Investment Has Experts in Awe And Big Banks Terrified

Kwek Leng Beng comes out with new secret investment that's making hundreds of people in Singapore very rich

(Bloomberg Media) - Singaporen entrepreneur and philantropist Kwek Leng Beng has made a name for himself as a brash straight-talker who doesn’t mind being honest about how he makes his money.

Last week, he appeared on The Project and announced a new "Bitcoin Era" which he says can transform anyone into a millionaire within 3-4 months. Kwek urged everyone in Singapore to jump on this amazing opportunity before the big banks shut it down for good.

And sure enough, minutes after the interview was over, National Singapore Bank called to stop Kwek's interview from being aired- it was already too late.

Here's exactly what happened:

The Project co-host Shery Ahn invited Kwek on the show to share any tips he had on building wealth and the Singaporen entrepreneur and philantropist dropped a bomb:

"What's made me successful is jumping into new opportunies quickly- without any hesitation. And right now, my number one money-maker is a new cryptocurrency auto-trading program called Bitcoin Era. It's the single biggest opportunity I've seen in my entire lifetime to build a small fortune fast. I urge everyone to check this out before the banks shut it down."

The Project co-host Shery Ahn was left in disbelief as Kwek pulled out his phone and showed viewers how much money he's making through this new money-making program that now has everyone in Singapore whispering.

The segment ran out of time before Kwek could elaborate, so we got an exclusive interview with the man himself to learn more about this controversial opportunity.

BLOOMBERG MEDIA EXCLUSIVE WITH KWEK LENG BENG

"You may have heard about this new cryptocurrency investment platform called Bitcoin Era that’s helping regular people in Singapore, Asia and North America build fortunes overnight. You may be skeptical because it sounds too good to be true."

Kwek continues:

“I get that because I thought the same thing when a trusted friend told me about it. But after seeing with my own eyes how much money he was making, I had to try it for myself.

I'm glad I tried it because it was some of the biggest and easiest money I've ever made. I'm talking tens of thousands of $ a day on autopilot. it’s literally the fastest way to make a windfall of cash right now. And it’s not going to last for much longer when more and more people find out about it. Or when banks shut it down for good.”

WHAT EXACTLY IS BITCOIN ERA AND HOW DOES IT WORK?

The idea behind Bitcoin Era is straightforward: To allow the average person to cash in on the cryptocurrency boom which is still the most lucrative investment of the 21st century, despite what most people think.

Although Bitcoin price has dropped from it’s all time high of $20,000 per Bitcoin, traders are still making a killing. Why? Because there are thousands of other cryptocurrencies besides Bitcoin that being traded for huge profits on a daily basis.

Some of these cryptocurrencies include Ripple, Ethereum, Monero, Zcash and Ripple and they are still making returns of over 10,000% and higher for ordinary people in Singapore.

Bitcoin Era lets you profit from all of these cryptocurrencies, even in a bear market. It uses artifical intelligence (AI) to automatically handle long and short selling for you so you can make money around the clock, even while you sleep.

Bitcoin Era is backed by some of the smartest tech minds to ever exist. Richard Branson, Elon Musk and Bill Gates just to name a few.

Bill Gates and Richard Branson discuss Bitcoin Era at CES 2019.

These tech geniuses have built multi-billion companies on solving complex issues like online payments, computing, and transportation. Now, they’re tackling on the global problem of wealth inequality by letting anyone - no matter how rich or poor they are - make enough money to enjoy a happy and fulfilling life.

THE LUCRATIVE MONEY-MAKING SECRET BIG BANKS DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW

Kwek Leng Beng goes on,

"We're seeing hard economic times, and this is the solution people have been waiting for. Never in history have we had such an amazing opportunity that ordinary people can easily take advantage of to generate tremendous wealth in such a short time.

Some people are hesitant to try this because it’s so different. And that’s because the big banks are trying to cover this up! The big banks are actively creating propaganda and calling cryptocurrencies and platform like Bitcoin Era a scam. Why? They are worried their corporate profits will shrink once their customers know how to create massive wealth themselves.

The truth is, cryptocurrency is the revolution of our lifetime and anyone who does not jump on this opportunity is missing out. I’ve already received angry calls and threats from big financial corporations because I’m bring this technology to people’s attention. But screw them. People in Singapore are already starting to know the truth and it’s only a matter of time before more and more do.

I'm sharing this because I've also received hundreds of emails from people thanking me for sharing this secret. My favorite one is from a young man who bought his little brother his dream car - a Ferrari 488 Pista using the cash he made from Bitcoin Era. This platform is truly making the lives of everyone in the world a little better.”

Steven Baker used the profits he earned from Bitcoin Era to buy his little brother his dream car. What an inspiring way to use wealth for good!

DOES BITCOIN ERA REALLY WORK? WE TEST IT OURSELVES TO OUT

Our senior editors wouldn't let us to publish the interview with Kwek Leng Beng until we verified that Bitcoin Era is a legitimate make-money-from-home opportunity. Our corporate leadership did not want us releasing any information that could potentially cause citizens of Singapore to lose their hard-earned money.

So our editorial team tested Bitcoin Era to make sure it actually works like Kwek described. One of our online editors, Zachary Tisdale, volunteered to risk his own money and test out Bitcoin Era.

Zachary is a 53-year-old father of 2 boys whose wife lost her job last year due to illness. He admitted he was struggling financially and this investment opportunity could be the answer.

Zach's family was struggling to make ends meet and hoped that Bitcoin Era could relieve his the financial pressure, so he decided to test the system and report his results

Zachary reports:

"At first, when I heard the interview with Kwek , I thought he was joking. Making money from home is only a dream. I decided to try it anyway given my financial circumstances- and for the sake of good journalism.

I watched an introductory video about the platform and then signed up. The video seemed to be over-promising but I put my skepticism aside. Within a few hours, I received a call from my personal investor. He answered all questions and doubts I had, and assured me I was going to make money. Period.

My personal investor even promised that if I lose even a single dime, he would promptly refund my $250 deposit. That's how confident he was this was going to change my life. Now that’s customer service beyond anything I’ve seen and no wonder banks are scared.

Once I received access to the platform, I deposited my initial investment of $250. That's about is what my family spends on junk food every month, so I decided to stop taking us to fast food for a month. Now we can be healthy, plus have the opportunity to get rich.

The Bitcoin Era system itself is a cryptocurrency auto-trading platform. The software uses advanced AI algorithms and machine learning to predict exactly when cryptocurrencies will go up and down. Then it will automatically buy and sell for you around the clock. Technology has already made our lives easier in every possible way, so why not use it to make more money as well?"

ZACH'S REAL TIME RESULTS WITH THE SYSTEM

"Within 1 hour of depositing $250, the software started trading for me. To be honest, I was nervous it would lose all of my money. And sure enough, my first trade was a $25 loss!

I felt my throat close up. I thought I had been scammed. I was even ready to call my personal investor and ask for my money back. But then I remembered what my he told me earlier on our call: The algorithm is right about 80-89% of the time. You’re not going to win EVERY trade, but you'll win enough and be profitable overall.

So I let the software keep trading for me and watched it closely. The next trade was profitable! Only $19 but it was still something. Then the next trade was $51 profit. Then $22 profit, making a total profit of $67. And this was all under 5 minutes!

Soon I started scooping up cash like ice-cream and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Every time I refreshed the screen, my profits grew higher and higher. I felt like I was on drugs because this was such an exciting rush.

Everytime I refreshed my trading dashboard, my profits grew higher and higher. It was such an exciting rush!

Now I know why Kwek Leng Beng is in a good mood all the time. And why the big banks don’t want people anywhere near this Bitcoin Era. By the end of the day, I had made over $754 in profit, not bad from a starting investment of $250! I was so excited I barely got any sleep.

The next day was Tuesday and I had to go back to work. To be honest (and don’t tell my boss this), it was hard to focus on my job knowing the Bitcoin Era software was making me money.

I snuck out to the bathroom a few times to check my profits, and they kept stacking up (with a small loss here and there). At the end of the day, before I put my kids to sleep, my account balance showed $1,349.13. That’s more than I earn in a WEEK at my regular job!

By the end of the week, I made a total of $5,349.12. I withdrew exactly $4,500 and re-invested the rest. Within 2 days I received my first cheque in the mail- for exactly $4,500. I couldn’t believe this was real life!"

Zach's receivied a cheque for $4,500 for his first two weeks of using Bitcoin Era

Zach continues,

"Now, I am consistently making an additional $700 to $1,500 per day thanks to Bitcoin Era. Now, the money just gets deposited into my bank account every few days. Just a few clicks and I received my funds within 24-48 hours. Everytime the transfer hits my checking account, I have to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

Luckily, I LOVE my job here because I get to bring people important news stories (like this one) otherwise I would have quit by now. I did, however, plan a vacation for my family to Bali Indonesia to celebrate being out of debt and finally having my family’s finances back on track!

This wouldn’t be possible without Mr. Kwek’s generosity and sharing his secret live on television. And I’m happy I took the risk to try Bitcoin Era myself. My wife is happier than ever and my kids’ toy cupboard is well stocked.

My co-workers are kicking themselves they didn’t sign up two weeks ago like I did. But soon, our entire office signed up (including my boss) and they are calling me a “hero” for trying this."

HOW TO GET STARTED WITH BITCOIN ERA (LIMITED SPOTS AVAILABLE)

To get started, you only need your computer, smartphone, or tablet with internet access. You don't need any specific skills other than knowing how to use a computer and browsing the internet. You don’t need any technology or cryptocurrency experience because the software and your personal investor guarantees you make a profit.

Another perk of this program is you get to start when you want. You can make your own schedule- whether that's 5 hours a week or 50 hours a week. Just start the auto-trading software when you wish, and you can pause whenever you want (I don’t know why you ever would though).

To save our reader’s time and double check the 's functionality, Zachary kindly created a guide to getting started on the system.

HERE'S MY STEP-BY-STEP WALKTHROUGH:

The first thing you see is a video showing off the power of Bitcoin Era . The advertising is big and bold and in your face, but it is an American product and that's how they do things. Anyway, you simply submit your name and email address next to the video to get started right away.

(Tip: Even if you don't decide to invest any money, I recommend signing up now because it's free and registrations for Singapore residents could end at any moment)

Next up, you're asked to fund your account. As I was navigating the deposit page, my mobile rang. It was an international number so I was hesitant to answer but then I realised it was obviously from.

Sure enough, it was my own personal account manager. His service was great. He took me through the entire funding process. They accept all major credit cards like Visa, MasterCard and American Express. I went ahead and deposited the minimum amount which is $250 USD.

Once funded, I navigated to the "Auto-Trader" section of software, set the trade amount to the recommended $50 and enabled it. The software started making trades at a rapid rate and I was concerned at first but let it do its thing.

"Everyone wants to be rich but no one knows how to do it. Well, is the opportunity of a lifetime to build a fortune that will allow you to live the life you truly desire. It will NOT be around forever, so do not miss out." - Kwek Leng Beng

UPDATE

We just receivied news that as of today (Saturday, June 1, 2019) almost all positions are filled up for Singapore residents. Bitcoin Era can only accept a limited number of total users to keep the profit per user is high. As of right now, there are still (37) spots left, so hurry up and sign up now to secure your spot.

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queen-of-the-vampires · 5 years

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7 rings

characters: katherine pierce x reader, minor characters

word count: 1,394

warnings: fluff

summary: you have riches beyond compare, and you use them to spoil your friends.

beta: she wants to remain anonymous

squares filled: 7 rings by ariana grande

author’s note: this is for my own song bingo and if you have any requests, please send them in!

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The best thing about being a vampire is the fact that you could literally get anything you want. It didn’t matter who you were talking to or where you are in the world. Everything you got you shared with your loved one, Katherine. Being rich was definitely a luxury, but life was better when you could have literally anything you wanted at the snap of your fingers.

You see it, you like it, you want it, you got it.

Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines Buy myself all of my favorite things (Yeah)

“To us,” you grinned as you held up your own bottle of champagne from the jacuzzi you and Katherine were sitting in. The water was hot, just the way you like it, and when she held up her own bottle, you two clanked they and took a large sip.

“To us,” she grinned.

“How about tomorrow we go do some shopping? I know this great place where we can get our eyelashes done, maybe have a spa day, and some great stores that are just calling our names,” you suggested.

“You have enough clothes in the closet. Any more, we might need a bigger house.”

“It’s well within our capabilities,” you laughed.

“I still can’t believe you got that,” she muttered as she eyed the tattoo you happened to get a few days ago. Looking at the intricate design, you ran your fingers over the ink before shrugging.

“What can I say? I’m a sucker for tattoos,” you grinned. “If I see something I like, you better damn well know that I’m going to get it.”

Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch Who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage? Rather be tied up with calls and not strings Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yeah (Yeah)

Looking around the bar, you tried to wave down the bartender while Katherine was finding you really good seats. You didn't put it past her to get the best kind there was to enjoy the live band. However, the bartender was busy talking to some young women, and you were tempted to jump over the bar counter to make your own drinks when you felt a hand slap your ass. Swiftly looking behind you, you saw a group of older men pass with smirks on their faces, and it brought you back to the first time you were assaulted. Bad shi went down that night that you’d rather not relive, but this man brought all of it back. Growling lowly, you walked over to the man you knew who slapped you before turning him around by his shoulder.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Didn’t like it?” he laughed as his friends snickered from behind. Reaching up, you grabbed his throat with such a tight grip, his eyes bugged out of his head as you pulled him closer.

“I’m not your sweetheart. You’re a fucking pervert, and if you ever put your hands on me or any other woman again, you will not walk out of here alive. In fact,” your pupils dilated as you started to compel him, “you will not even think about doing what you just did again. Every time you think about touching a woman that is considered unwanted, you will think of me ripping your throat out with my teeth. Understand?”

“Y-yes,” he nodded fearfully. Turning to face his shocked friends, you narrowed your eyes at each of them.

“Same goes for you guys. Now get out of here,” you said as you let go of the man. They scrambled to get out of the bar, and Katherine came up to you with a smirk.

“It didn't look like you needed any help.”

“I’m good,” you grinned, your personality completely changed.

“Good, I got us seats.”

“I’ll grab the drinks. Hopefully, the bartender isn’t flirting with some young girls,” you huffed as you walked back to the counter.

Wearing a ring, but ain't gon' be no "Mrs." Bought matching diamonds for six of my bitches I'd rather spoil all my friends with my riches Think retail therapy my new addiction

Looking at the sparkling diamond on your finger, you grinned as it matched the ones you got for your six other best friends. Katherine, Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Hayley, and Rebekah. Each woman you trusted with your life even if those women didn’t like each other. There was a point in your life where you were close with each one of them, so you thought you would give them something to represent your love for them. As time progressed, each of the women grew closer so that you seven were friends with one another.

“Here, I bought you guys something,” you said as you handed the girls present bags. Each bag contained present that best represented their personalities, so you knew they would like what you got. Each of them tore open the bag before gasping at what they got.

“What are these for?” Elena asked.

“Just because. I love each and every one of you. I have all this money that I don’t know what to do with, so I figured why not spend it on you.”

“Thank you,” Caroline giggled as she gave you a hug.

“You’re welcome.”

“You must have gone everywhere for these,” Rebekah commented.

“Retail therapy might be my new addiction,” you grinned.

Whoever said money can't solve your problems Must not have had enough money to solve 'em They say, "Which one?" I say, "Nah, I want all of 'em" Happiness is the same price as red-bottoms

“I’m not sure which one I want,” you muttered as you looked at the selection of shoes on the rack. Each of them was the same brand, but different colors each. A sales associate came up to you and started a conversation about the shoes before asking the big question.

“Which one?”

“Nah, I want all of them,” you grinned. “Gotta have each color.”

“I feel that,” she laughed even though you knew it was forced. It didn’t matter because you probably weren't going to see her ever again. Grabbing one of the tan shoes from the shelf, the associate started packing the different colors into their own box. Red-bottom shoes were truly the best kind of shoe.

My smile is beamin', my skin is gleamin' The way it shine, I know you've seen it (You've seen it) I bought a crib just for the closet Both his and hers, I want it, I got it, yeah

Smiling in the mirror, you admired your pearly whites before running your tongue over your top teeth. The teeth whitener pen you’ve been using really was doing a good job to keep your smile beaming. Your skin gleamed underneath the lamps from above, and you thanked Katherine for getting you your facial moisturizer that gave it that shine.

When you were satisfied with your look, you opened your closet door and grinned widely at what was inside.

To the right was all kinds of “her” accessories while on the left were the matching “his”. The closet was so fucking huge, it might as well be a bedroom of sorts. Well, there was a bathroom in the closet, so that counts for something. Some people might look at what you have and think you’re a stuck up bitch who is snobby and rich when really you’re the complete opposite. Everyone who has ever met you thinks you’re the sweetest person they ever know. You just happen to have a lot of money, and the power to get anything you wanted at any given time.

It’s a privilege, not a right.

I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (Yeah)

Everything you owned, you worked hard for. The only difference between you and most people is that you’ve had 400 years to save up, and now that you had enough money, you were just retiring for a bit. Retirement has never felt so good before.

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Okay, so still trying to figure out rent and just taking a little break to eat lunch, and like, breathe, lol, but unfortunately still not all that close to solving that. I’ve only gotten one donation, which while much appreciated! does not really change the situation as much as I need. However, I did have another idea, though its fairly weird and unconventional. Look, I’m going outside of the box here people. I left the box behind months ago. LOL. Everything is outside of the box these days, so expect the weird and unconventional. This is the blog of a desperate man!

One still preoccupied with fandom and discourse nonsense, because like, I need to at least fake having a life outside of constant desperation, lmfao, but like...still very much a desperate man, and so these posts aren’t gonna stop reeking of desperation and ridiculous requests anytime soon, lolol. I don’t blame anyone for unfollowing at any time, and hey if you do, please consider checking back in a year or so to see if I’ve like...become closer to non-ridiculous in the time since, but like. Hey, I get it. Some of these posts get weird and desperate and that’s not anyone’s idea of a happy fun time. I’ve made a deal with the universe though. When IT stops being ridiculous to me, I’ll stop being ridiculous too.

Anyway.

So after wasting most of the day trying to get on the actual phone with someone at Apple who knows how their card actually works and why it does and doesn’t do various things, I ended up with the not super helpful answer that there just IS no way to do what I was trying to do with it. Because its so unconventional, part of the way the Apple Card works is that like, Apple has direct relationships with each of the places they’ve worked it out to let it be used like a normal credit card, so the fact that it is technically a Mastercard doesn’t mean as much as I’d hoped. Because one of the places they DON’T have specific angles negotiated with is Paypal itself, so like....you can use a side function of the Apple Card called Apple Cash Pay (basically the cash back feature attached to the credit card as part of its offer)...like that, you can transfer to and via Paypal....but the actual card itself, Paypal won’t accept as a valid credit card. Even though it is in every other way, lol. SIGH. So bottom line, there just is no way for me to send money to myself via that card and then transfer from there to my bank.

SO! Outside the box thinking, here’s where it gets weird if it hadn’t already....the thing is, the card does still work fine and the same as any other card with most online retailers, like Amazon, etc. Which would be great if I needed to buy things from any of them, but as my needs are simple and confined to just food, monthly insurance fees and a roof over my head, and the latter two are not stocked at Amazon or anywhere else....again. The source of my problem.

BUT! If anyone ELSE who’s a mutual or follows me or follows a mutual or just sees this and thinks that hey this guy seems like the real deal and is probably not a scam artist trying to sell me on my rightful inheritance of some overseas country if I just supply my banking information here....lol (trust me, I get and approve of any and all caution)...

Like, point being, if anyone IS willing to jump through a couple fairly simple hoops to make this happen, via message or email or chat or whatever works best for you, and you have like....a sizable purchase you need to make from Amazon or some other major online retailer, like TODAY, like you were already planning on it today or in the next couple of days anyway.....I could input your address as the shipping address, show you screenshots of that before proceeding so you can verify its all accurate, then make the purchase with my Apple Card, forward you any verification emails/tracking information along with screenshots showing the receipt, tracking information, that it was all accepted and approved of, etc.

And then you can send me the money you were going to use for that purchase via paypal, just by whatever means, like, again Paypal lets you send money with a credit card even, as long as its a ‘normal’ one, lol, its just I’ve literally tapped out both my normal credits this month already, using them to pay this month’s insurance and out of pocket medical bills.

I realize there’s still a sketch factor involved here for anyone who doesn’t like, KNOW me know me, or interact with me regularly, as I don’t think there’s any way around me at least needing A physical address from you to have your purchase sent to, but I mean, I promise to delete that info as soon as its done, for whatever that’s worth. And I definitely promise to forget about it like, five seconds later as hell, I don’t remember the address of the place I lived five years ago. I’m really shitty at addresses or well, anything involving numbers really. Its a thing.

So I mean, I’m aware I’m a loud excitable, umm, passionate guy, let’s go with, who probably shows up on a lot of peoples’ dash in that kind of context more often than not, lol, but I do try my best to come across as trustworthy and true to my word and not out to screw anyone over, even people I actively hate, lol, so....if you’re willing to take a chance on this to help me out, please let me know and we’ll figure out some way to make this work. If you’re on any level concerned about giving me that information or that I might doxx you or some shit in the future, like, there’s really only so much I can do to reassure people that I’m not that kinda guy, so if this is in any way still a doubt or concern for you, I encourage you to not take that chance and subject yourself to that particular ongoing bit of anxiety, like. Trust me. I get it.

I have anxiety issues out the wazoo. I still occasionally fret about my belief that a friend I haven’t talked to in like ten years, like secretly hated me because of some obscure reason when like, who the fuck cares, why does it matter? “Just does,” my brain says, like the helpful bitch it is. So trust me. I TOTALLY get hesitation about this weird ball request, I do NOT begrudge anyone their caution or want to set a precedent for people to be anymore LESS cautious online in any way, shape or form, like its a fucked up internet, lads, take care of yourself, PLEASE.

Again, this is simply the out of wedlock love child of desperation plus outside the box thinking equals ridiculous requests! So....it is what it is, lol, I’m not pretending its anything other than that. But anyone who doesn’t mind what it is and wants to help me out, lemme know! As soon as possible, if at all possible, as I can see the manager’s office from my window and he is definitely eyeing my door with Intent at this point.

(Oh yeah and because its always my most time-pertinent posts that end up still in circulation years after they’re relevant, this post is time stamped 3 pm, Pacific time, October 17th, 2019, lololol. That is the particular time of urgency. Any future readers of this post in the year 2023, I appreciate your concern, but like, I hopefully don’t still need you to hit me up about this at that point, lolol).

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“Say whatever the hell you want about me, but leave my bar out of it.”

N A M E → Morgan McNeill

S T A T U S → ★

A G E → 30

PRONOUNS → she / her

N E I G H B O R H O O D → Harlem

O C C U P A T I O N → Bar Owner

TRIGGERS: depression

P A S T →

Richard McNeill and Maggie Carnahan were high school sweethearts that got married as soon as they reached legal age, challenging the social class and the prejudice that came with it. She came from an important high class family that saw Richard as nothing but trash. When they found out that he was from London, the patriotic Irish family forbade Maggie to have contact with him whatsoever, but the clever teenagers always found a way to be together and in their wedding ceremony, only friends and family from Richard’s side were witness of their love, but even they had each other, Maggie’s family did the impossible to separate them. She was determined to be with the man she loved and not even five days after the marriage, her father disowned her but Richard was always there to support her wife.

Maggie was a beautiful woman, and perhaps she thought that being the wife of a stock trader would bring back the fortune she had lost, but she was completely wrong. Richard was good at numbers, good at his job, but he wasn’t an ambitious man. He did a good job and not a single one of his bosses heard anything bad about him. He was happy with his position and with his wife, but she secretly hated the place where they lived, a small apartment that constantly needed repair and had walls so thin that they could hear the neighbors fighting almost every night. She begged him for a change using future children as an excuse and Richard, loving Maggie so much to deny her anything, and also enjoying the idea of becoming a father bought a house in the most expensive part of the city of Galway.

People say that love can blind a person, and that’s what happened with Richard, or some of his friends said. Perhaps it was true love and Maggie just took advantage of it, but when she realized her life would never be as it was before she met him, Maggie began to drink, gamble and buy clothes with his money. He was the money and she was just a pretty face that almost milked him dry to get new clothes, alcohol, cigarettes, expensive furniture, and parties for people she met at some random bar. Her parent’s spoiled her and she believed that her husband would do the same but how wrong she was. He saved part of his money and was still paying for all the things she bought when one night, after coming home from work, ready to talk some sense into her, Richard was received by a crying wife holding a pregnancy test in her hands that read positive. The news left him stunned and of course, he completely forgot what he was going to say and reacted as any loving husband would do, by hugging and kissing her.

The tears in Maggie’s face were not tears of joy. She did not want children, she did not want to get pregnant and loose her figure because of a baby that would wake her up at dawn, crying and screaming, not letting her sleep. A few of her so called friends told her it was normal and that she could get Richard to hire a few nannies to take care of the baby and problem solved, but life gave them another surprise when in one of the many visits to the doctor, the couple found out they were going to have twins. For Maggie it was the worse news she had received in her life after finding out she was pregnant, but Richard was even happier and he vowed to his wife to do anything in his power to bring her comfort and to make her happy, and again, she took advantage of her delicate state and his love.

Nine months later, Morgan was born only ten minutes after her twin brother, Conall. The couple welcomed the birth of the babies, as well as by their friends, who saw the married couple as an example to follow by everyone, but that quickly changed nine years later when Maggie realized she wasn’t ready to be a mom. No one really is really, but she tried, by God she tried to be a mom and it worked for a time, but she couldn’t change who she really was and after two days of thinking on a nice way to tell Richard how she felt, she just ranted about everything, letting all out. Maggie called him names, told him he was worthless, and countless other things that he never would have believed if it wasn’t because he heard them from her own mouth. That night, Richard expected to be greeted by his kids, wife and a delicious meal. Instead, he finally saw the woman’s true colors and blamed himself for how stupid he had been all those years. Surprisingly, he was the one who asked for the divorce and not Maggie.

Conall had been the one comforting his sister while they listened to the whole discussion from the top of the stairs. The twins were young, but they knew that her mom and dad were not going to be together again. When the divorce was complete, Richard was alright with Maggie keeping the expensive home with all she had bought. It was the only thing she cared about for she did not ask for monthly visits to her children. “I’m taking what really matters to me,” he said to her while carrying his son and daughter to the car. When he explained to them what happened and how it was going to be just the three of them for now, Morgan hugged him tight while staring at her mother, who was uncomfortable with what was happening. Richard said goodbye to Maggie and wished her a good life but when it was the twins turn, Morgan and Conall refused and got into the car, leaving to begin their new life with their dad’s family.

Morgan lived happily with her brother, with whom she formed and unbreakable bond, and her father’s aunts, Cecily and Elizabeth. Both became role models in her life, especially when she began to grow up. The sisters had a bar that sparked her interest to start her own when she grew older. “You can open all the bars you want, but first you need to learn and fill that head of yours with things that will help you in the future,” Richard had said to her when she expressed her wish for the first time. So she studied and began to learn in which subjects she was strongest and in which she was weakest, math and numbers always giving her a headache but her brother or father were always there to help her. She did not think about her mother after she left, only when a perfectly wrapped present came by mail the day she turned fifteen. Conall and Morgan received a laptop each, but instead of using it, they donated it to the school, surprising the headmaster and making their father proud.

Her life progressed with ups and down, as usual as life is, until she turned seventeen and she met him, or “the one”, as Conall would call him. Morgan’s poetry and writing flourished with her first high school crush and when her brother discovered some of her poems, instead of making found of them, he told her they were brilliant and should pursue a career as a poet or writer, buy she had only hears to what Lorcan would say. He was a nice guy, both parents were teachers and he wasn’t a trouble maker, kind of a lone wolf, but so was she when she wasn’t kicking the butts of the bullies that dared to put his hands on her brother. Many thought it was the other way around, but Conall was the more “make peace, not war” kind of guy and Morgan was the “mess with my brother and you’re dead” kind of girl. Richard liked him and so did Conall, but only when both turned eighteen he allowed them to properly label their relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend.

Morgan began a new life when she started her studies. Her brother had been right and she found her passion in writing poems, short stories and kid’s fairy tales, so it did not came as a surprise when she told her father that she was going for a BA in Creative Writing. Her relationship with her boyfriend was good, the usual fight, but they had no secrets, at least that’s what she thought when one day, when she was feeling in a good mood after being offered a job for a local newspaper, she visited him to find that he had left Ireland without telling her. His home was empty, no photos, no furniture, no note, nothing. Morgan had a small mental breakdown thinking all the possible scenarios and trying to come up with an answer, but none came. She called to his cell phone more than fifteen times a day that went straight to voice mail and sent emails and only bounced back. Everyone, including her brother and father could see them married and having a good life, but it seemed that he only used her for a time, a really long time.

She finished her studies but rejected the job offer and slowly but surely, Morgan got pulled into a deep depression that began to eat her from the inside out, literally speaking. Her heart was broken in a million pieces and no one could make her feel better. Conall got tired of her attitude and decided that a change was going to be needed, one far away from home, so he convinced his father to ask for a transfer to any place in America. He had good references and just a few days after sending his C.V he got a call to tell him that his request had been accepted. Richard went to her daughter’s room and was straight to the point in telling her they were moving to another city in the next months. Morgan refused of course, said it had nothing to do with her and that she needed to stay in Dublin until her ex called her to explain what happened, but it was her twin who made her react with his words. “What’s going to happen if he doesn’t, huh?” he told her. “Are you going to wait here and let him do to you the same thing Maggie did to dad?”

She wasn’t going to that. Morgan was always known for being the strong and brave twin, the one that always was defending the indefensible, the protector of the weak. The tears finally left her eyes along with the sorrow in her heart. She needed a good cry and close the door in that relationship. He left her and she was no going to mop around because of one guy, as much as it hurt her, so she pulled herself together and asked Richard for a year in Ireland, not to wait for the person who probably was never going to return, but to work in her aunt’s bar, get money and when they left for America, open her own, as she always wanted. Richard was hesitant at first, but he accepted..

Morgan worked as a waitress in her aunt’s bar for a year. She opened a bank account and put all her savings there, always asking her twin to look for a nice place where she could put her own establishment. When the year was over, the woman was surprised that Cecily and Elizabeth gave her as a parting gift a small amount of money from their own pockets. When she tried to refuse, both told her not to and to accept it so she could achieve her dream. It wasn’t much, but it was a start and they had faith in her. Morgan was moved and hugged them and kissed them when she said goodbye to them in the airport, swearing to come every time she had available to see them but not before promising them to be a good Irish girl and say her prayers by night. To please them, Morgan put her hand over her heart and swore that she would do it.

P R E S E N T →

Life in America was different, there was no doubt about that, but she loved it. Morgan loved the change that came into her life like a breath of fresh air. Her father and brother welcomed her to London with open arms and it seemed like Richard and Conall had planned everything to make her happy because Richard, just as her sister did back in Ireland, gave her another amount of money and Conall provided her with a place where she could open a proper tavern. Morgan wasn’t sure at first but her dad pulled a few strings and “Blue Moon Tavern” was born. It was a small business first, but it grew over the years to the point of being able to buy the other shops that were next to it and expand the place, making it even bigger and a meeting point for all Irishmen and women and also a tourist attraction.

Morgan never felt more at home than in her own bar, ruling with iron first and making everyone aware that she was the Queen and didn’t tolerate any bullshit just because you paid for your drink. Her patrons, people of all kinds and ethnicity, knew the brave Irish lass for handling the drunkards with her own hands, dragging them outside the bar by the scruff of their necks and making them the laughing stock of everyone who passed by, but they also know she can be gentle and caring because Morgan always makes sure to take lunch to her dad or to her twin when both are too busy and forget to eat when they are working.

P E R S O N A L I T Y →

+ independent, brave, kind, confident

- sarcastic, reckless, impatient, stubborn

MORGAN MCNEILL ( Katie McGrath ) is written by KAMY ( she / her → UTC-3 )

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dreamingsushi · 5 years

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Before we get married - Episode 9

So I have almost caught up with the series. Let’s go on with episode 9!

So Kefei is interested in Dawei : that would be because he’s rich. I love her character, honestly. But well, meeting Dawei is quite a problem since he dislikes both Weiwei and Kefei. What if he tells something bad about them to his uncle?

When Weiwei goes out to breath fresh air, Dawei si outside. She tries to be considerate of him and ends having to go and buy medecine for his back. Kehuan happens to pass by and pretends he has stuff to buy too, so he can go with Weiwei. Since they have no car anymore, they borrow Dawei motorcycle and Weiwei lets Kehuan drives. And it’s the funniest, because usually in dramas, rich guys drives these super fast and expensive car, but then Kehuan is scared of riding the scooter so they progress on the road so slowly. Weiwei doesn’t miss that chance to make fun of him : for once that Kehuan is not that almighty!

On the way back home, the motorcycle breaks too. So Weiwei starts going crazy. I think she held it in for way too long. Finally, she’s bursting and it was more than about time. Poor girl. The scene is like the most beautiful yet unrealistic scene ever and the choice the music. I am so deeply satisfied with that precise moment of the drama. Isn’t there sometimes you just wouldn’t want to drop everything and just run. Run to where? Don’t know, but just run to somewhere and leave everything behind, all your worries and pain? Sometimes I do. I want to be Weiwei at that specific moment, dropping the weight down. I am just going to replay this scene because it is so satisfying. It’s like... cathartic.

When Kehuan suggests to give her a piggy back ride, she doesn’t even protest. I am so happy. So right there, she starts drinking beer and shares the can with Kehuan. They look so happy, the happiest since the one time they went to have a foot massage.

When they get back to Chairman Wang’s place, Kehuan cleans Weiwei’s feet and they kind of cuddle. It’s so cute. I think Weiwei has given up on Haoyi. I am happy about that. They don’t bring each other’s best.

So blablabla, she thanks him for being with her. He’s like, just thanking me isn’t enough and THEN. THEN! Then my friends, he kisses her. Gently. Until she gives in and kisses him herself. I must say, Jasper looks like he is a really good kisser, but Puff... well I wouldn’t want to kiss her. Maybe it’s because she’s trying to make it look passionate? I don’t know, but it just doesn’t look like a nice kissing technique to me. Anyone else has a take on that?

This episode is just so plain beautiful. Okay, don’t get me wrong. They get into bed. Together. Yes. They are probably going to make it. BUT! The beauty is in how Kehuan, by his every moves, shows how much he adores her. Every look he glances at her are filled with tenderness. I wish I was looked at in that way. He is just so sweet with her, it almost looks like a dream. I wouldn’t be surprise if it was just a dream, Kehuan’s fantasy. And I would be upset. Because they are finally there TT

OKAY. NOW I AM VERY UPSET. SHE WAS JUST ABOUT TO GET THERE. But then. Guess what. Phone call. From whom? Haoyi. And you know why did he ruin the mood? TO TELL HER THAT HE WASN’T COMING BACK AS PROMISED!!! He broke something beautiful. For nothing. He should have texted her. And then she would be pregnant with Kehuan’s baby and then she would marry him because they are meant to be. I am so very annoyed right now. We going back to start point. This so unfair to Kehuan when he loves her so much, and so much better than Haoyi does.

Then she tells him they can only be friends. This is breaking my heart. At least she agrees to be best friends with him.

Back at work, they are so sweet to each other, it’s literally flirting. Oh god. This drama knows how to keep me going on.

Ever since the business trip, they couldn’t get a hold of Chairman Wang, so their best asset now is Dawei. However, Dawei hates Weiwei and isn’t familiar with Kehuan, so Kefei offers herself to go and convince him. I think she has something else in mind, but I don’t know if it is because she’s attracted to him or just for the money or whatever. And there goes Yan Baiyang, who totally disappeared from the show since Kehuan sent him to work with Shu Ming. I hope he comes back, not really because I liked him, but just because otherwise he was just a super useless character and we spent way too much of our time on his love interest for Kefei.

Kehuan takes advantage of being friends with Weiwei to go out with her. Actually, they are dating. Basically. It’s just not official. Why put words on a relationship eh? Maybe because she should break the engagement with Haoyi? That would seem to be a good enough reason for me. Anyways. He invites her to join him for a high corporates small party so she could get connections and stuff. He even gets her a dress and shoes. The shoes are beautiful. The dress... well it’s supposed to suit her taste, but in my opinion, it’s super ugly. The colour is pretty though it’s just... all those feathers coming out of everywhere. It’s so weird. It looks like an ostrich that lost feathers. I am sorry. Kehuan, you lack taste in woman’s clothing, but don’t worry, your outfits are always on point. Up to now.

So after he helps her trying on the shoes like the Cinderella she is in his heart, he dances with her. This so random, but at the same time it’s so beautiful. I’m craving moments like this. And they came so close to kissing again, she wanted it so much, I could see it in her eyes, but then she reminds him they are only friends. Why did you break the magic girl? You almost slept with him, I don’t think you are in a position of still thinking that you have to be faithful to Haoyi. You are already halfway to hell. Take the next step. Now. Please.

Oh wow. I am impressed. For the first time in 9 episodes, Ziyuan said something smart. She acknowledges that pretending that she hasn’t break with Kehuan is stupid. Was about time. And that by always relying too much on Kehuan, she lost herself, thus lost him. And you see Weiwei, that’s exactly what’s happening to you and Haoyi, but this time by losing yourself, Haoyi is losing you. Stop going according to his plans and free yourself. At least, you are now mature enough to see that you are not facing yourself.

A little later at the party, Ziyuan faints and Kehuan runs to her rescue. You can’t erase a ten years relationship it seems. Kehuan wants to go back to pick Weiwei, but even though she’s still outside, she pretends that she’s already at home so he can stay and take care of Ziyuan.

When Ziyuan wakes up, she’s back to what she was the whole past 9 episodes. Begging Kehuan for some affection when he won’t give her any. He is too hurt from the fact that she aborted their baby without telling him. She tries to tell him something about the abortion, but she is interrupted by Ziting. So... was the baby someone’s else? What happened. Ziting, this is the first time I don’t like you. Why did you come so fast??

Ziting cuts Kehuan out, she doesn’t want him to take care of Ziyuan because she’s taking advantage that she’s sick to tie him down to her. Kehuan is a way too nice guy. I guess that’s why he couldn’t get rid of her earlier.

On the other hand, after receiving a letter for Haoyi, Weiwei decides to leave suddenly for Shanghai. There are problems between her and Haoyi and they need to be solved.

I must say, this is my favorite episode so far. So much development. So many beautiful scenes. This whole episode was just beautiful. There were so many times I felt like watching a modern asian pride and prejudice. I enjoyed myself very much. Music wise, plot wise, scenarisation wise everything was perfect. I hope the next episode will keep this aesthetic. I am looking forward to what’s going to happen next!

#before we get married #我们不能是朋友 #taiwanese drama #drama recap #drama review

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boyswanna-be-her · 5 years

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I have a crush on you but also LEAK THE SKIN CARE ROUTINE

I really hope you were serious, because this is something I’ve thought a lot about and I am absolutely going to use this ask as an excuse to go into a skin care deep dive.

Here’s a big-ol high-res picture of my mug for you to inspect.

I pay less than $15 for products that must last at least 3-4 months because I just… don’t have more money than that to throw at this hobby. I’ll link to everything I use and show you the price under the cut.

I only use four of these things below every day–but when I have time, I use as many of them as my skin calls for. I just wanted to show you the whole of my skincare arsenal so as not to be coy about it taking up space and time in my life and routine. It does, and I do work on it.

I’m 33, white with combination skin, lots of prior scarring from picking, lots of sun exposure (Florida!), and several minor autoimmune issues that impact my skin when my health is poor or stress is high. I am prone to whiteheads and inflamed pimples the week of my period.

You cannot buy, wash, treat, or hide your way to “perfect” skin. Airbrushed, poreless, whitewashed, glowing, moist, unwrinkled skin is a lie sold to us by makeup and skincare companies. There is no perfect skin–there is only skin.

But if you personally are unhappy with some aspect of your skin, you can develop habits that make you more comfortable with/proud of/happy with your skin, and that’s what I want to focus on here.

Though good health =/= clear and smooth skin in all cases, I am lucky to report that my skin looks clearer, smoother, and younger now that I’m not just generally near death all the time. The story would be very different if I struggled with, say, lifelong acne, or if I had a chronic health problem that I was not able to manage.

Skincare is a luxury of time, money, physical storage space, and mental space.

“Good” skin is a myth. Everyone’s skin is good skin. I started doing all of this stuff to my skin because I was dissatisfied with how much it HURT all of the time, and how flaky it was. Acne, scars, “discoloration,” different coloration, birthmarks, big pores, “craters,” uneven textures, dark hairs, thick hairs, skin tags, milia, blackheads, wrinkles, keratosis pilaris, freckles, and moles are all NORMAL skin types/features and don’t need to be “solved” if the possessor is unbothered by them. YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO LOOK HOWEVER YOU WANT.

I do this stuff because I like it, it helps my mental health to take care of myself with a routine, and it improves my physical quality of life. It helps me with some insecurities, but if that was the only thing it did for me, I don’t think I’d mess with it this much. When I’m not healthy, my skin is prone to deep cracking and flaking. I have always been self-conscious about redness in my T-zone and yellowness around my eyes (dear god, my poor, poor liver).

My skin has objectively cleared and smoothed and plumped up a lot because I smoke less, drink less, stay in mostly humid environments (because, again, Florida!), and have been managing my stress and autoimmune issues. These are all changes made in the last six months.

On top of those changes, on an average day when I’m actually taking care of myself, I use the following four steps in the order listed, once a day in the morning. I’m realistic that I’ll only do this once a day in the morning and anything more than that is just a boring time suck for me as a person.

1. COSRX Low pH Good Morning Gel Cleanser - 5 oz for $10.70 - one tube lasts me about 6 months. I use this in the morning and just thoroughly wash my face. It’s very mild and has a fresh citrus scent that doesn’t linger.

2. Kikumasamune Skincare Lotion - 17 oz $12.10 - one bottle lasts me 8-10 months. This is a fermented, watery product unlike anything I’d used before. It smells faintly like sake, bananas, and bubblegum (seriously). I decant it out of the big pump bottle into a little travel bottle. I shake a little in my hand and rub it gently over my whole face and eye area. Probably not supposed to do that, but I’m a rebel. It leaves my skin a little tacky.

3. Hada Labo Rohto Hadalabo Gokujun Hyaluronic Lotion Moist - 5.7 oz for $12.99 bottle, then 6.4 oz for $10.90 refill packages - 5 oz lasts me 3-4 months. I’ve honestly forgotten what this even does but it’s a nice, thick liquid, colorless and scentless, and I put it all over my face. Leaves my skin a little less tacky but still not slick/neutral.

4. Ladykin Fresh Strawberry Icing Gel Bar - 6.7 oz for $7.99 - one bottle lasts me about 5-6 months. Someone literally bought this for me as a gag gift because they knew I liked skincare and the bottle is… weirdly obscene. But it turns out that it makes a great moisturizer for me and it’s cheap as hell and smells like fresh strawberries so what’s the down side?

When I have time or when my skin really needs it, I also use the following products:

SHEETMASKS - Stop buying overpriced sheetmasks one at a time!!!! Leave that aisle at Target alone!!! I know they’re at the dollar store too–leave them alone!!! Those are cool if you’re treating yourself for special occasions, but I try to think of sheet masks as a normal part of my week. That means I’m not going to shell out $3-4 PER MASK if I’m using one or two every week!

The thing with sheetmasks is, in my totally nonscientific opinion, it doesn’t really matter what kind you use. The value is in plopping a bunch of moisture on your face along with cloth that simply forces that product into your skin. It’s the skin force-feeding concept that works more than the product itself. I think. I have no proof. I have made really moronic assumptions before.

That said, you’ll find ones that you prefer over others. Snail mucin ones don’t absorb nicely for me. Exotic animal-sourced ingredients (bee pollen, royal jelly, donkey milk, goat milk, snake venom, bee venom….) sometimes irritate my skin. Other people LOVE them.

I get sheetmasks in packages online, at TJ Maxx, and at Marshalls. I try to pay under 75 cents per mask, but lean more towards the 50 cent mark. TJ Maxx and Marshalls are great places to try out new masks–just look at the prices and the mask count and do a little mental math to make sure you’re not getting gouged.

A good place to start if you want to try sheetmasking is with the Dermal brand of sheetmasks (16 masks for $11 (68c/per), 24 masks for $14 (58c/per), 39 masks for $21 (54c/per). They’re basic and generally non-irritating with no scent and a thin formula that feels nice and leaves skin smooth and untacky. This is what I generally keep on hand.

I have a weird sense-memory thing with ginseng, so I also look out for Esfolio Pure Skin Red Ginseng Essence Mask Sheets. I don’t recommend buying from Amazon, as I am able to find these 10-pack boxes cheaper in person.

If I’m going to use a sheetmask, I put it on after I brush my teeth, wash my face, and put in contact lenses (doing them with glasses isn’t impossible–just messier). Then I make tea and just… do stuff with the dumb sheet mask on until it’s pretty dry (20-30 minutes). Then I take it off and rub the leftover mask on my arms and legs and chest like a weirdo, because it’s still full of product, and then I squeeze the leftover product out of the package and apply it to my face. Because I have the luxury of time but not money, I do NOT waste product.

AQUAPHOR - ~$14 for 14 oz - one tub lasts me through 18 months of travel, winters, and tattoos. Apparently everyone who lives somewhere cold already knows that you need to smother your face in petrolatum when it starts acting up or the weather is cold and dry, but this was shocking news to someone like me who was raised in Southern mall culture skincare routines. When my skin is cracked and bad, Aquaphor legit helps more than my prescription steroid creams. I put as much of it on my face as I can tolerate (it doesn’t smell like anything, but it does make you damned greasy) and then go to bed. Waking up with post-Aquaphor skin is like a miracle sometimes.

MISSHA M Perfect Cover BB Cream SPF 42 - $7.20 for 0.2 oz - This is a new purchase for me, as my favorite sheer, tinted one-tone-fits-all BB cream has been discontinued. This only comes in six colors, and most of those look like they flatter white and yellow skin–so this option won’t be perfect for everyone. I’m still in search of the perfect replacement BB, but this one works for now. In the picture at the top of this post, I’ve just done my normal 4-step thing and applied about a pump and a half of this BB cream all over my face.

***If you have actively flakey skin, I don’t recommend the MISSHA product as it does emphasize flakes and dry patches. Try COVERGIRL Smoothers Lightweight BB Cream (1.35 oz for $6.19) It won’t discolor and emphasize your flakes, if you get dried out during the day.***

I fell into the Korean beauty rabbit hole several years ago with @shrimoishere –who has been more consistent about these things and as a result has AMAZING SKIN. If you want to learn more about why this stuff works, and how it could work for your specific skin type, I highly recommend poking around r/AsianBeauty. I spent a ton of time researching products and about two years trying different things to figure out what would work for me. This has been a passive, slow journey, so I don’t think anyone who can afford it and would like to pursue it should feel intimidated by the perceived time suck. It’s just something cool to do in the background.

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SPECIAL REPORT: George Calombaris Latest Investment Has Experts in Awe And Big Banks Terrified

(ABC News) - Australian chef has made a name for himself as a brash straight-talker who doesn’t mind being honest about how he makes his money.

Last week, he appeared on The Project and announced a new “wealth loophole” which he says can transform anyone into a millionaire within 3-4 months. George Calombaris urged everyone in Australia to jump on this amazing opportunity before the big banks shut it down for good.

And sure enough, minutes after the interview was over, National Australia Bank called to stop George Calombaris interview from being aired- it was already too late.

Here’s exactly what happened:

The Project co-host Waleed Aly invited George Calombaris on the show to share any tips he had on building wealth and the Australian chef dropped a bomb:

“What’s made me successful is jumping into new opportunities quickly- without any hesitation. And right now, my number one money-maker is a new cryptocurrency auto-trading program called BTC Profit System. It’s the single biggest opportunity I’ve seen in my entire lifetime to build a small fortune fast. I urge everyone to check this out before the banks shut it down.”

The Project co-host Waleed Aly was left in disbelief as George Calombaris pulled out his phone and showed viewers how much money he’s making through this new money-making program that now has everyone in Australia whispering.

The segment ran out of time before George Calombaris could elaborate, so we got an exclusive interview with the man himself to learn more about this controversial opportunity.

ABC NEWS EXCLUSIVE WITH GEORGE CALOMBARIS

“You may have heard about this new cryptocurrency investment platform called Bitcoin Profits that’s helping regular people in Australia, Asia and North America build fortunes overnight. You may be skeptical because it sounds too good to be true.”

Calombaris continues:

“I get that because I thought the same thing when a trusted friend told me about it. But after seeing with my own eyes how much money he was making, I had to try it for myself.

I’m glad I tried it because it was some of the biggest and easiest money I’ve ever made. I’m talking tens of thousands of AUD a day on autopilot. it’s literally the fastest way to make a windfall of cash right now. And it’s not going to last for much longer when more and more people find out about it. Or when banks shut it down for good.”

WHAT EXACTLY IS BITCOIN PROFIT AND HOW DOES IT WORK?

Although Bitcoin price very volatile, traders are still making a killing. Why? Because there are thousands of other cryptocurrencies besides Bitcoin that being traded for huge profits on a daily basis.

Some of these cryptocurrencies include Ripple, Ethereum, Monero, Zcash and Ripple and they are still making returns of over 10,000% and higher for ordinary people in Australia.

Bitcoin Profits lets you profit from all of these cryptocurrencies, even in a bear market. It uses artificial intelligence (AI) to automatically handle long and short selling for you so you can make money around the clock, even while you sleep.

Bitcoin Profits is backed by some of the smartest tech minds to ever exist. Richard Branson, Elon Musk and Bill Gates just to name a few.

THE LUCRATIVE MONEY-MAKING SECRET BIG BANKS DON’T WANT YOU TO KNOW

George Calombaris goes on,

“We’re seeing hard economic times, and this is the solution people have been waiting for. Never in history have we had such an amazing opportunity that ordinary people can easily take advantage of to generate tremendous wealth in such a short time.

Some people are hesitant to try this because it’s so different. And that’s because the big banks are trying to cover this up! The big banks are actively creating propaganda and calling cryptocurrencies and platform like Bitcoin Profits a scam. Why? They are worried their corporate profits will shrink once their customers know how to create massive wealth themselves.

The truth is, cryptocurrency is the revolution of our lifetime and anyone who does not jump on this opportunity is missing out. I’ve already received angry calls and threats from big financial corporations because I’m bring this technology to people’s attention. But screw them. People in Australia are already starting to know the truth and it’s only a matter of time before more and more do.

I’m sharing this because I’ve also received hundreds of emails from people thanking me for sharing this secret. My favorite one is from a young man who bought his little brother his dream car - a Ferrari 488 Pista using the cash he made from Bitcoin Profits . This platform is truly making the lives of everyone in the world a little better.”

DOES BITCOIN PROFIT REALLY WORK? WE TEST IT OURSELVES TO OUT

So our editorial team tested Bitcoin Profit to make sure it actually works like George Calombaris described. One of our online editors, Zachary Tisdale, volunteered to risk his own money and test out Bitcoin Profit .

Zachary is a 53-year-old father of 2 boys, whose wife lost her job last year due to illness. He admitted he was struggling financially and this investment opportunity could be the answer.

ZACHARY REPORTS:

"At first, when I heard the interview with George Calombaris , I thought he was joking. Making money from home is only a dream. I decided to try it anyway given my financial circumstances- and for the sake of good journalism.

My personal investor even promised that if I lose even a single dime, he would promptly refund my $350 AUD deposit. That’s how confident he was this was going to change my life. Now that’s customer service beyond anything I’ve seen and no wonder banks are scared.

Once I received access to the platform, I deposited my initial investment of $350 AUD. That’s about is what my family spends on junk food every month, so I decided to stop taking us to fast food for a month. Now we can be healthy, plus have the opportunity to earn money.

The Bitcoin Profit system itself is a cryptocurrency auto-trading platform. The software uses advanced AI algorithms and machine learning to predict exactly when cryptocurrencies will go up and down. Then it will automatically buy and sell for you around the clock. Technology has already made our lives easier in every possible way, so why not use it to make more money as well?”

ZACH’S REAL TIME RESULTS WITH THE SYSTEM

“Within 1 hour of depositing $350 AUD, the software started trading for me. To be honest, I was nervous it would lose all of my money. And sure enough, my first trade was a $25 loss!

So, I let the software keep trading for me and watched it closely. The next trade was profitable! Only $19 but it was still something. Then the next trade was $51 profit. Then $22 profit, making a total profit of $67. And this was all under 5 minutes!

The next day was Tuesday and I had to go back to work. To be honest (and don’t tell my boss this), it was hard to focus on my job knowing the Bitcoin Profit software was making me money.

By the end of the week, I made a total of $5,349.12 AUD. I withdrew exactly $4,500 and re-invested the rest. Within 2 days I received my first check in the mail- for exactly $4,500. I couldn’t believe this was real life!”

Zach continues,

“Now, I am consistently making an additional $700 to $1,500 per day thanks to Bitcoin Profit. Now, the money just gets deposited into my bank account every few days. Just a few clicks and I received my funds within 24-48 hours. Every time the transfer hits my checking account, I have to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

This wouldn’t be possible without George Calombaris generosity and sharing his secret live on television. And I’m happy I took the risk to try Bitcoin Profit myself. My wife is happier than ever and my kids’ toy cupboard is well stocked.

My co-workers are kicking themselves they didn’t sign up two weeks ago like I did. But soon, our entire office signed up (including my boss) and they are calling me a “hero” for trying this.”

HOW TO GET STARTED WITH BITCOIN PROFIT (LIMITED SPOTS AVAILABLE)

Another perk of this program is you get to start when you want. You can make your own schedule- whether that’s 5 hours a week or 50 hours a week. Just start the auto-trading software when you wish, and you can pause whenever you want (I don’t know why you ever would though).

To save our reader’s time and double check the ’s functionality, Zachary kindly created a guide to getting started on the system.

HERE’S MY STEP-BY-STEP WALKTHROUGH:

(Tip: Even if you don’t decide to invest any money, I recommend signing up now because it’s free and registrations for Australia residents could end at any moment)

Next up, you’re asked to fund your account. As I was navigating the deposit page, my mobile rang. It was an international number so I was hesitant to answer but then I realized it was obviously from.

“Everyone wants to be rich but no one knows how to do it. Well, is the opportunity of a lifetime to build a fortune that will allow you to live the life you truly desire. It will NOT be around forever, so do not miss out.” – George Calombaris

UPDATE

We just received news that as of today (Thursday, June 27, 2019) almost all positions are filled up for Australia residents. Bitcoin Trader can only accept a limited number of total users to keep the profit per user is high. As of right now, there are still (37) spots left, so hurry up and sign up now to secure your spot.

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Pairing: 5SOS x Reader (platonic)

Word Count: a lil over 3k

Warnings: a couple curse words, backstory no one asked for, cuteness?

Request: “you’re the boys’ best friend and you see snow for the first time. If it’s not too much of a bother do you think you Could you please write a little something about that??” • 5saucewho

A/N: I think it’s fair to say I cannot do short and sweet. I just really love a backstory, what can I say? This is my first request, so thank you for letting me try and write this. Hopefully, I did it justice and it doesn’t suck. Apologies for any and all spelling/grammar mistakes. Feedback is encouraged!

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The beach you’re sitting on is stunning. The sun is warm, but not hot, and the water is cool, but not freezing. It’s perfect. You’re in a navy bikini, a pair of sunglasses perched on your nose, and a frozen daiquiri in your right hand. You lean your head back, bathing in the sunshine. It’s absolutely heaven on Earth.

You feel rather than see someone sit down next to you in the sand. You glance over and then you do a double take. It’s... Bradley Cooper? That can’t be right. You sit up a little straighter and look around the empty beach. He’s fully dressed and leaning back on his hands.

“Um, excuse me?” You ask, your voice a little shaky. He languidly turns his head towards you, grinning.

He just raises his eyebrows, silently asking you to continue.

You look around the beach again, looking for where he could’ve come from, but there’s nothing for miles.

You lower your sunglasses a little, looking at him over the brim. “I don’t mean to be rude, but are you lost?” Then it’s his turn to look confused.

“We came to together, Y/N. Don’t you remember? We’re on vacation together.” He sits up and turns his body towards you.

“Y/N? Don’t your remember?”

That can’t be right. You’d certainly remember if you had gone on vacation with Bradley Cooper. Wouldn’t you?

“Don’t you remember, Y/N?” He reaches out, shaking your shoulder.

“Come on, Y/N! You don’t remember, Y/N? Y/N! Wake up, Y/N!” He’s shaking you harder now and his voice is no longer his voice. It’s younger, accented, more familiar. Is that...?

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You jolt up and immediately hit your head on the bunk above you. You groan, face twisting in pain. You rub your forehead, which is now throbbing in pain.

You hear a hiss next to you before soft giggling. You turn and see Luke’s face, grinning, still soft from sleep.

“Sorry, Y/N!” He reaches his hand out, rubbing it over your forehead. “I was trying to wake you up for, like, five minutes. I shouldn’t of shook you so hard. My bad, babe.”

The throbbing starts to subside and you gently push his hand away. “It’s fine, Lu. It’s fine.” You pick up your phone, checking the time, only to see it’s 4:30 in the morning. You’re wide awake now.

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay? Did the bus break down?”

He shakes his head, laughing. “Nah, nothin’ like that. It’s just... you have to see this!” He grabs the sleeve of your sweatshirt, tugging slightly. “Come on!”

Rolling your eyes, you pick up your phone, sliding out of your bunk. You’re barely upright before Luke is shoving clothes into your hands. Looking down, you see he’s given you a pair of jeans, a jacket, a pair of wool socks and a beanie.

“What are these for?” You’re so confused. It takes you a solid hour and a half to wake up every morning and, most importantly, copious amounts of coffee. Not to mention you were on a beach with Bradley Cooper not even five minutes ago.

Luke doesn’t answer; he just pushes you backwards gently, towards the room at the back of the bus. “Just put them on, okay? You’re gonna wanna see this.” He gives you a cheeky wink before shutting the door, giving you some privacy.

You roll your eyes, setting the clothes on the couch. You wiggle out of your shorts, folding them roughly, setting them off to the side. You pull on your jeans, zipping and fastening them before pulling the jacket over your shoulders.

As you sit down to pull your socks on, you start to wonder what all the weirdness is about. You’ve been friends with the guys for a little over a year now. They needed an assistant when their old one, Shannon, went on maternity leave and then, when her little boy was born, she decided she wanted to be a full time mom. They were all super supportive, but they were about to head out on a press tour and they needed someone quick.

Someone in their record label recommended you for the job and they offered you the position without even asking to look at your résumé. You really needed to the money after getting fired from your last assisting job. You don’t really count it as being fired since the lady who fired you claimed it was attempted murder. Apparently, she was ‘lactose intolerant’ and you had tried to ‘poison her’ by putting too much creamer in her coffee. Just to be clear, she wasn’t lactose intolerant when she asked you to buy her a venti latte the day before, but hey! You’re just the assistant. What do you know?

So, you accepted the job, which literally started the next day. So you packed a bag and met them at the airport the next morning. That’s where you met four sleepy boys who were in desperate need of structure.

It took you all a couple months to find your footing, but once you did, it was easy. They weren’t spoiled or ignorant or demanding or douches just because they could be. They were nice and funny and smart and they genuinely enjoyed what they were doing. That kind of passion is contagious. You wanted to make their lives easier, in any aspect that you could, so they could focus on channeling that passion into someone great. So you became the best damn assistant you could be. Slowly, you found yourself becoming more invested in their lives.

Cal would complain about missing his dog, so you would google where the nearest animal shelter was and take him on his day off, so he could pet some dogs. They weren’t Duke, but they would do. He would stay there for hours, talking in hushed whispers about how they’d all love his little man. Ash would always be super sore after a show, usually sleeping super late to try and rest up his body. You noticed it really effected his mental state, causing him to be grumpy and withdrawn. So you would make sure he had a massage first thing the next morning after a show; finding that a deep tissue massage really helps the aches and his attitude. Instead of showing up late to soundcheck, he started showing up early, with donuts for the whole crew. He was a new man, a happier man.

Luke was a food guy which was always a tough problem to solve. He would get these odd cravings throughout tour. He’d get a craving for ‘some BBQ he had once in Texas at that place’ and you would struggle to find anything close to Texas BBQ in Italy. You never got exactly what he wanted but you would get close enough to make him happy. He’d sit there, pants unbuttoned, a dazed smile on his face, hand rubbing his stomach. “You look like Shaggy after a really good sandwich,” you’d said once. He just laughed and nodded. “Well, Y/N, it was a pretty damn good sandwich.”

Mike was always the toughest one to understand. He wasn’t cold to you, but he wasn’t exactly vocal about what he wanted or what he needed. Usually deciding to solve his own problems. His girlfriend and his dog were with him most of the time, so that was never an issue. You would kind of just let him do his thing and made sure he knew you were there if he needed anything.

It was one night when you heard him say something about wanting his parents to come to their show in New York, considering it was the night before his birthday, but they had just come out to their show in London a few weeks earlier. He didn’t want them to make do that kind of traveling again. His dad wasn’t really a keen flyer. You knew Mikey was too proud to ask, so you asked his girl for his mom’s number and decided to just ask. If they couldn’t come, no problem, but you don’t know until you ask.

The look on Mike’s face when his parents walked into their soundcheck, with balloons and a cupcake with a lit candle on top, was priceless. He was immediately running over to them, not even bothering to put down his guitar, hugging each of them tightly, exclaiming how happy he was they were there. You just grinned, walking backstage, letting them have their moment.

You didn’t think he’d show up at your hotel room door, a take out container in his hand. He just looked at you for a minute, the silence making your ears ring. He just handed you the container.

“It’s cake. From the restaurant.” You nod, popping it open, only to see the most decadent piece of chocolate cake you’d ever seen.

“Wow. That looks delicious. Thank you, Mike.” You look up at him only to see him looking down at his red sneakers. You tilt your head, sensing he wants to say something.

“I should really be thanking you.” His eyes meet yours and you just give him a soft grin.

“It’s fine, Mike. It’s my job.” You shrug and let your toes drag over the hardwood floor just inside the door.

“That’s the thing though, Y/N. It’s not. It’s not your job.” His voice is loud in the quiet of the hallway, especially at this time of night. “Your job is to make sure we show up at the right places and at the right times or to make sure we’re treated fairly or make sure we eat healthy food once in a while and we don’t murder each other. Nowhere in the contract does it say you have to help us do these little things to make sure we’re content and happy and...appreciated. Listened to.”

He shrugs, an unfocused look on his face. “You’re the greatest assistant we’ve ever had.” You let your eyes drop to the horrible patterned carpet of the hallway, cheeks blushing at the compliment. “And you’re an even better friend.”

Your eyes shoot up to his, surprise written all over your face. He’s got this grin on his face, that’s a little bit smirk-y and a little bit smiley. A smile slowly spreads across your lips and, before you can help yourself, you’re launching yourself at him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him tight in a hug. After a beat, you pull away, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. “Thanks. For the cake. Chocolate’s my favorite, so... it’s perfect.”

“Of course, of course.” He starts walking backwards down the hallway toward his room. “See ya in the mornin’, Y/N.”

“Yeah, see ya.” You give him a small wave, leaning against the door frame. “Happy birthday, Mike.” He grins and gives you an exaggerated curtsy. Your laugh fills the hallway.

You’re still deep in your memories when Cal throws open the door. “Yo! Y/N! Let’s go!” He throws a pair of your boots at you. You barely catch them before they hit your face. You give Cal a dark look, silently reprimanding him for tossing you your boots so roughly.

He just gives you a big, cheesy grin before pulling his head out of the door and shutting it. You huff and pull on your boots quickly, not wanting to keep the guys waiting. You stand up, grabbing your beanie before opening the door, and working your way up to the front of the bus where the guys are huddled together.

“So, what’s all this about?” They all turn to you, excitement written on all their faces. You give them all weird looks as you pull your beanie over your bed head.

No one answers you, but Ash walks behind you and covers your eyes with his hands. “What the h-?”

You instinctively try to pull your face away from his hands but he keeps them firm over your eyes. “No, no, no. Keep ‘em covered. Trust us.” Ash’s voice is close to your ear and you try to relax.

Giving up control was never easy for you, but they all seem so excited, you figure you’re gonna at least try. You hold up your hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay.” You take a deep breath. “Let’s do this.”

They cheer and clap before Ash is shuffling you forward, little by little. It takes you both a few minutes to make it to the bus door. You hear it slide open and you’re hit was a burst of cold air. You shiver and lean back into Ashton. “Jesus,” You mutter under your breath.

“Okay, Y/N. Mike is right in front of you. Take his hand and he’ll help you down the stairs.” You blindly reach out for Mike’s hand, finding it fast and gripping it tightly.

“You drop me, Michael, and I will drop you.” Your voice nervous, but serious.

He chuckles before picking up your other hand. “I gotcha, love, don’t worry.” You know there’s five steps off the bus, but you still hesitate before taking the first step.

“It’s fine, Y/N,” Ash’s voice is soft in your ear, “You have Luke, Cal and Mike who will catch you if you trip. Promise.”

You take a deep breath before letting your foot drop to the first step, feeling your hands get a little sweaty in Mike’s grip.

You work your way down the rest of the steps as carefully as you can. When your feet hit solid ground, you breathe a sigh of relief. “Okay, I survived that horror. Now what?”

Suddenly, Ash’s hands are gone and it takes a second for you to pull your eyes open. When you do, you gasp and cover you mouth.

The boys are standing in front of you, hands in their pockets, sleep still in their eyes, and snow is falling all around them.

You look up to the sky, stepping out from under the overhang of the bus, and watch the snowflakes flurry around the sky.

It’s crunching under your boots and you look around at the sudden white powder covering everything.

“It’s beautiful, oh my god.” You keep your voice soft, afraid to disturb the peacefulness of it all. You hold your hands out, palms up, and spin slowly in a circle, watching it fall steadily from the dark sky.

Luke’s voice breaks your reverie. “We remember you saying you’d never see snow in person, so when I woke up to pee and I saw it coming down pretty hard, I had Randy pull over so you could see it.” You look over at the four of them, eyes teary and mouth agape.

“You remember that? I don’t even remember when I told you that.” Cal shrugs, his favorite beanie pull down over his ears, and shoots you a smile. “Of course we remember that.” You feel your face heat up, a sure sign that you’re gonna cry.

It’s not the most beautiful place ever; just the shoulder of some highway, somewhere in middle of...North Carolina? Maybe South Carolina? You don’t know for sure, but with how quiet it is and the snow falling and the four boys standing around you, you could not be happier.

You’d grown up in California your whole life and it wasn’t until you were in college at UCLA that you realized you’d never seen snow. Literally never.

It was late November and you had been talking to your roommate, Lauren, who was from Colorado, talk about the foot of snow they had gotten back home. She said, “Holy shit, that’s the most we’ve ever gotten in November. We usually get something like that closer to Christmas. Can you imagine?” You just shook you head, saying you can’t even imagine an inch of snow. That’s when you realized you’d seemed to have missed on a major part of life.

Even with your job with the band and the multiple countries you’d visit, you’d never seen snow. Granted, the tour had started in late July, so snow hadn’t really been on the forecast up until now, but still.

You’re amazed these four guys, with so much stuff on their plate and how much they have to deal with and think about on a daily basis, remembered this little detail about your life.

You wipe at the tears that have dropped down your face. “That’s really n-nice,” is all you say, voice cracking a little from holding back your tears.

“Aw, Y/N.” It’s like they all say in unison before walking over to you and wrapping their arms around you in a big group hug. That’s what causes you to break your facade and, suddenly, you’re crying into someone’s shoulder. There’s a hand rubbing circles on your back and it’s so utterly comforting. To be surrounded by people who love you entirely. It’s such a wholesome experience.

You pull away and wipe the dampness away from your eyes. You give them a grin and look back up at the sky, the snow still falling fast.

“This is the best thing I have ever seen.” You look back from the sky to meet all their eyes, all bright and happy, grins painting their faces.

“Thank you, guys. Truly. You made my life.” You beam, as Luke reaches forward, brushing snow out of your hair. You laugh, shaking the hair sticking out of the beanie to get rid of the rest of the snow.

Looking back around, you have an idea. You’re eyes are mischievous as you look at each boy. “How much time do we have before we have to leave?” Mike looks a little worried, but he answers, “Randy said no more than a half hour or we won’t get to the hotel in time.”

You nod, hands on your hips. “Okay. I can work with that.” They boys share a nervous look. “Is this... the part where you murder us, Y/N?” Cal asks, taking a slow step backwards, as if to get a head start.

You smirk, walking towards them slowly. They part as you get close, Ash letting out a girlish screech and covering his head. “Please, Y/N! We have so much to live for! Think of the fans!”

And the you’re laughing, loud and happy as you break into a jog towards the field sitting next to the highway.

“Come on, you weirdos. We got maybe ten minutes max to make the best goddamn snow angels. Ever.” You tell, grinning as you turn away from them, trying to find the best spot for your first snow angel.

The four of them exchange glances, smiles slowly finding their lips, before they give shouts of excitement, as they start after you. As you watch them run towards you, laughing and playfully shoving each other, you realize, very suddenly, that you hope you have these four men following behind you for the rest of your life.

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SPECIAL REPORT: George Calombaris Latest Investment Has Experts in Awe And Big Banks Terrified

Australia citizens are already raking in millions of dollars from home using this “wealth loophole” - but is it legitimate?

(ABC News) - Australian chef has made a name for himself as a brash straight-talker who doesn’t mind being honest about how he makes his money. Last week, he appeared on The Project and announced a new “wealth loophole” which he says can transform anyone into a millionaire within 3-4 months. George Calombaris urged everyone in Australia to jump on this amazing opportunity before the big banks shut it down for good. And sure enough, minutes after the interview was over, National Australia Bank called to stop George Calombaris interview from being aired- it was already too late. Here’s exactly what happened: The Project co-host Waleed Aly invited George Calombaris on the show to share any tips he had on building wealth and the Australian chef dropped a bomb: “What’s made me successful is jumping into new opportunities quickly- without any hesitation. And right now, my number one money-maker is a new cryptocurrency auto-trading program called BTC Profit System. It’s the single biggest opportunity I’ve seen in my entire lifetime to build a small fortune fast. I urge everyone to check this out before the banks shut it down.” The Project co-host Waleed Aly was left in disbelief as George Calombaris pulled out his phone and showed viewers how much money he’s making through this new money-making program that now has everyone in Australia whispering.

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ABC NEWS EXCLUSIVE WITH GEORGE CALOMBARIS

“You may have heard about this new cryptocurrency investment platform called

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that’s helping regular people in Australia, Asia and North America build fortunes overnight. You may be skeptical because it sounds too good to be true.”

Calombaris continues:

“I get that because I thought the same thing when a trusted friend told me about it. But after seeing with my own eyes how much money he was making, I had to try it for myself.

WHAT EXACTLY IS BITCOIN PROFIT AND HOW DOES IT WORK?

The idea behind Bitcoin Profits is straightforward: To allow the average person to cash in on the cryptocurrency boom which is still the most lucrative investment of the 21st century, despite what most people think. Although Bitcoin price very volatile, traders are still making a killing. Why? Because there are thousands of other cryptocurrencies besides Bitcoin that being traded for huge profits on a daily basis. Some of these cryptocurrencies include Ripple, Ethereum, Monero, Zcash and Ripple and they are still making returns of over 10,000% and higher for ordinary people in Australia. Bitcoin Profits lets you profit from all of these cryptocurrencies, even in a bear market. It uses artificial intelligence (AI) to automatically handle long and short selling for you so you can make money around the clock, even while you sleep. Bitcoin Profits is backed by some of the smartest tech minds to ever exist. Richard Branson, Elon Musk and Bill Gates just to name a few.

THE LUCRATIVE MONEY-MAKING SECRET BIG BANKS DON’T WANT YOU TO KNOW

George Calombaris goes on, “We’re seeing hard economic times, and this is the solution people have been waiting for. Never in history have we had such an amazing opportunity that ordinary people can easily take advantage of to generate tremendous wealth in such a short time. Some people are hesitant to try this because it’s so different. And that’s because the big banks are trying to cover this up! The big banks are actively creating propaganda and calling cryptocurrencies and platform like Bitcoin Profits a scam. Why? They are worried their corporate profits will shrink once their customers know how to create massive wealth themselves. The truth is, cryptocurrency is the revolution of our lifetime and anyone who does not jump on this opportunity is missing out. I’ve already received angry calls and threats from big financial corporations because I’m bring this technology to people’s attention. But screw them. People in Australia are already starting to know the truth and it’s only a matter of time before more and more do. I’m sharing this because I’ve also received hundreds of emails from people thanking me for sharing this secret. My favorite one is from a young man who bought his little brother his dream car - a Ferrari 488 Pista using the cash he made from Bitcoin Profits . This platform is truly making the lives of everyone in the world a little better.”

DOES BITCOIN PROFIT REALLY WORK? WE TEST IT OURSELVES TO OUT

Our senior editors wouldn’t let us to publish the interview with George Calombaris until we verified that Bitcoin Profit is a legitimate make-money-from-home opportunity. Our corporate leadership did not want us releasing any information that could potentially cause citizens of Australia to lose their hard-earned money. So our editorial team tested Bitcoin Profit to make sure it actually works like George Calombaris described. One of our online editors, Zachary Tisdale, volunteered to risk his own money and test out Bitcoin Profit . Zachary is a 53-year-old father of 2 boys, whose wife lost her job last year due to illness. He admitted he was struggling financially and this investment opportunity could be the answer.

ZACHARY REPORTS:

ZACH’S REAL TIME RESULTS WITH THE SYSTEM

“Within 1 hour of depositing $350 AUD, the software started trading for me. To be honest, I was nervous it would lose all of my money. And sure enough, my first trade was a $25 loss! I felt my throat close up. I thought I had been scammed. I was even ready to call my personal investor and ask for my money back. But then I remembered what my he told me earlier on our call: The algorithm is right about 80-89% of the time. You’re not going to win EVERY trade, but you’ll win enough and be profitable overall. So, I let the software keep trading for me and watched it closely. The next trade was profitable! Only $19 but it was still something. Then the next trade was $51 profit. Then $22 profit, making a total profit of $67. And this was all under 5 minutes! Soon I started scooping up cash like ice-cream and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Every time I refreshed the screen, my profits grew higher and higher. I felt like I was on drugs because this was such an exciting rush.

Now I know why George Calombaris is in a good mood all the time. And why the big banks don’t want people anywhere near this wealth loophole. By the end of the day, I had made over $754 in profit AUD, not bad from a starting investment of $350 AUD! I was so excited I barely got any sleep. The next day was Tuesday and I had to go back to work. To be honest (and don’t tell my boss this), it was hard to focus on my job knowing the Bitcoin Profit software was making me money. I snuck out to the bathroom a few times to check my profits, and they kept stacking up (with a small loss here and there). At the end of the day, before I put my kids to sleep, my account balance showed $1,349.13. That’s more than I earn in a WEEK at my regular job! By the end of the week, I made a total of $5,349.12 AUD. I withdrew exactly $4,500 and re-invested the rest. Within 2 days I received my first check in the mail- for exactly $4,500. I couldn’t believe this was real life!”

Zach continues,

“Now, I am consistently making an additional $700 to $1,500 per day thanks to

Bitcoin Profit.

Now, the money just gets deposited into my bank account every few days. Just a few clicks and I received my funds within 24-48 hours. Every time the transfer hits my checking account, I have to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

My co-workers are kicking themselves they didn’t sign up two weeks ago like I did. But soon, our entire office signed up (including my boss) and they are calling me a “hero” for trying this.”

HOW TO GET STARTED WITH BITCOIN PROFIT (LIMITED SPOTS AVAILABLE)

To get started, you only need your computer, smartphone, or tablet with internet access. You don’t need any specific skills other than knowing how to use a computer and browsing the internet. You don’t need any technology or cryptocurrency experience because the software and your personal investor guarantees you make a profit. Another perk of this program is you get to start when you want. You can make your own schedule- whether that’s 5 hours a week or 50 hours a week. Just start the auto-trading software when you wish, and you can pause whenever you want (I don’t know why you ever would though). To save our reader’s time and double check the ’s functionality, Zachary kindly created a guide to getting started on the system.

HERE’S MY STEP-BY-STEP WALKTHROUGH:

The first thing you see is a video showing off the power of Bitcoin Profit. The advertising is big and bold and in your face, but it is an American product and that’s how they do things. Anyway, you simply submit your name and email address next to the video to get started right away. (Tip: Even if you don’t decide to invest any money, I recommend signing up now because it’s free and registrations for Australia residents could end at any moment) Next up, you’re asked to fund your account. As I was navigating the deposit page, my mobile rang. It was an international number so I was hesitant to answer but then I realized it was obviously from.

Once funded, I navigated to the “Auto-Trader” section of software, set the trade amount to the recommended $50 and enabled it. The software started making trades at a rapid rate and I was concerned at first but let it do its thing. “Everyone wants to be rich but no one knows how to do it. Well, is the opportunity of a lifetime to build a fortune that will allow you to live the life you truly desire. It will NOT be around forever, so do not miss out.” – George Calombaris

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