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brylcighs · 5 years

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✧·ﾟ( demeter + maia mitchell + cis female ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !! have you seen ( bryleigh fox ) around ? ( she ) has been in kaos for ( two months ). the ( twenty-four year old ) is a ( baker ) from ( boulder, colorado ). people say they can be ( stoic ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be ( ebullient ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of ( warm blueberry muffins, black and white movies, and sunny, cloud-free mornings ). ·ﾟ✧ ( penned by shiloh, 21+, est, she/her ).

trigger warnings: mental illness, ptsd, anxiety, depression, a car accident, health problems related to fertility, scars/burns, low self-esteem, drinking. ( i think that’s it, but if you run across something else triggering, pls let me know and i’ll add it to the list. )

THE MUN.

‘lo ! i’m shiloh, but you can call me shy. i’m 28, i live in the est and my preferred pronouns are she/her.

i’m a school-based therapist and work in an elementary school. with it being summer, i don’t really have a lot going on ! so you’ll see me around quite a bit.

i have two small puppos, minerva and newt, who are my pride and joy. p.s.: if you couldn’t tell from their names, i’m a huge harry potter fan. i also love young adult literature, i’m a true crime buff and could eat pepperoni hot pockets every day for the rest of my life.

if you’d like to talk, you can im me on this account, on my rph @shilohrph or ask me for my discord and we can chat there !

and without further ado, allow me to introduce lil miss bryleigh.

BASIC INFORMATION.

name: bryleigh olivia fox.

age: twenty-four.

gender/pronouns: cis femae & she/her.

orientation: panromantic pansexual.

olympian: demeter.

occupation: head baker at physis taverna.

faceclaim: maia mitchell.

BACKGROUND.

bryleigh olivia fox was born may 8th, 1995 at 10:12am in kaos, greece to colonel william matthew fox and emma alison stewart-fox.

she has one older brother, lucas daniel fox, who is 28 and an architectural engineer. he’s married to sofia maite valdez-fox, twenty-four. they have a one-year-old daughter, luciana irene fox.

bryleigh also has one younger sister, peyton emelia fox, who is 20 and a college student studying communications. she’s engaged to micah cole butler, twenty-two. they two-year-old twins addison hayley butler and aiden bryant butter. peyton is also currently 10 weeks pregnant.

because of her father’s occupation, the family has lived in different cities all over the world. besides kaos, the fox’s lived in bangkok, thailand, comayagua, honduras, misawa, japan, burkina faso, west africa, vicenza, italy and pampanga, philippines. i made a handy dandy timeline which you can view here to better break it down.

bryleigh attended and graduated from the auguste escoffier school of culinary arts in boulder, colorado and lived there for about four years.

while living in boulder, her roommate and best friend, sofia, started dating and subsequently married her brother, lucas.

because her aesthetic is running when things get tough/complicated, bryleigh left boulder a few months after ber brother and best friend were married and moved back to kaos, greece.

she lived in kaos for a year, living above the tavarna where she was head baker. she loved it and kinda looks back on it as the best time of her life. but a rough patch in a relationship caused her to - again - flee, returning to boulder.

about a month after moving back to boulder, she was in a serious car accident. her vehicle slid on black ice and flipped. she almost died, but managed to pull through.

on top a concussion, many broken bones, several severe burns, some internal bleeding and innumerable cuts, scrapes, and bruises, bryleigh’s pelvis was fractured and her fallopian tubes were crushed. she also later developed asherman’s syndrome from the surgeries/scar tissue forming. this has basically rendered her infertile.

after the accident, bryleigh had to move in with her brother and sister-in-law/former best friend. not only did they smother bry trying to take care of her, but sofia was pregnant at the time. this served as a constant reminder of all she’d lost.

so, as soon as she was cleared to be on her own, she told lucas and sofia that she was going to visit kaos for her birthday.

except that she was actually moving back there and didn’t want to have to deal with their worry and concern and attempts to talk her out of it. queen of running from her problems.

bryleigh has been back in kaos for about two months, and it’s not the carefree, serene place she remembered.

actually, that’s not true. it’s still the place she remembered. she’s just not the same person she once was. no matter how much she tries to pretend she is.

you can read more about her here if you feel so inclined.

PERSONALITY.

bryleigh is a bit of a complicated lil nugget. she’s like an onion, ya know ? she has layers. one one hand, she’s this bubbly, happy-go-lucky, upbeat ball of sunshine. but on the other hand, she’s really struggling with ptsd from the crash, as well as a good heaping of anxiety and depression. so she has times where she’s really distant and reticent.

as the ‘mom friend’, she’s always been the person that people turn to. she’s the shoulder to lean on. she’s the one who gives amazing advice. she’s the one who seems wise beyond her years. she’s the one who tells you to stop leaning back in your chair because you’re going to fall over or sets water and tylenol beside your bed after a night of partying. she cares a whole lot. like, an insane about. which is a blessing and a curse.

what she’s struggling with post-accident is opening up about how she’s doing and how she’s really feeling, beyond the facade that she puts on for everyone. it’s like she’s physically incapable of letting people see that she’s struggling. bry doesn’t want to put that burden on anyone, ya know ? so, she’s kind of suffering in silence and bottling everything up. which is super healthy, i know.

sarcasm and dry humor are two of her favorite coping skills. she’s also really great at self-deprecating humor !

the accident left her with quite a lot of scars and several skin grafts from having third-degree burns treated, and she’s incredibly self-conscious about them. she covers her low self-esteem up with jokes and humor, but she really is quite sensitive about her appearance.

as i mentioned, she tends to run from her problems rather than addressing them. and if she can’t run, she makes a joke out of them and doesn’t take them seriously. or she bottles up all the emotions from the problem and pretends it’s not a big deal. i know. her coping skills are so healthy.

the only thing that bryleigh has ever wanted is to be a mom. she’s basically had baby fever since she was old enough to understand the birds and the bees. she always imagined being a stay-at-home mom, taking care of a shew of children and her husband/wife. but since the accident, she’s not sure if that’s what she still wants of her life. she no longer has no direction, and really feels like she’s floundering.

part of her is worried about having kids ( through adoption or surrogacy or on the off-chance that she can naturally conceive ) because the hate in her heart after the accident is so dark and consuming and terrifying. she feels like maybe the car accident did more than break her bones. maybe it broke her as a person. and maybe she’s not capable of loving someone now. or if she is, she’s worried that what she loves will get taken from her. and she doesn’t know if she can stand to lose anything else.

EXTRA.

she starts every morning with a cup of black coffee and a banana nut muffin and ends every evening with a cup of peppermint tea and two homemade jaffa cakes.

bryleigh has a chocolate labrador retriever named yolo. he’s ancient. she’s not really sure how old he is, but the shelter she adopted him from said that he’d been there for several years. so, she absolutely had to take him home with her. yolo’s very loving and sweet and a lil lazy and he loves pitless olives. she has huge birthday parties for him on his gotcha day, august 12th.

her walls are covered with abstract art from a bunch of different countries. they remind her of her childhood and everywhere she’s traveled.

favorite thing in the world to do is have a bunch of her friends over, make a slew of homemade pizzas and desserts, pop open several bottles of rosé wine, throw pillows and blankets all over the floor and watch movies of various genres until everyone falls asleep.

she loves 80′s music and prefers to listen to records rather than stream music or what have you. it sounds more authentic that way. at least, in her opinion.

her apartment looks like a forest. she has plants everywhere. e v e r y w h e r e. she’s also a really good plant mom and has named all of her children. she talks to them and knows their favorite songs. maybe she’s a tad bit psychotic. who isn’t, though ?

since the accident, she’s developed a huge fear of driving. she won’t drive. ever. she either walks, rides her bike or takes an uber. if she can get away with not having to ride in a car, though, she much prefers that option. i mean, can you blame her ?

she loves astrology and tarrot readings and ghost hunts and talking about aliens and going on hunts for cryptids. she’s always thought there has to be more to life than what we can see, so she’s open to at least considering most everything, ya know ?

her closest friends call her foxy. everyone else calls her bry. some people call her bryleigh ? but i can’t imagine why. it’s a mouthful.

send her memes and you’ll have her heart. she has a huge folder of them saved on her phone. there might or might not be more memes on her phone than actual pictures. hint: there totally is.

bryleigh can speak english, spanish, filipino, greek, italian, thai, japanese, swahili, hausa and a little bit of a berber dialect to varying degrees of success. she’s most comfortable with english, spanish and greek, and least comfortable with the african languages. she can also write in a variety of writing systems, though not nearly as well as she can speak the languages. she’s forgotten a lot of the rules and method that go along with many of them.

PLOT IDEAS.

you can read about all my connection ideas right here !

NOTE: i’m open to pretty much anything, so if you have an idea, run it by me ! more than likely, i’ll approve and start rambling off ideas and headcanons and half-formed thoughts until you politely tell me to shut the fuck up. sounds fun, right ?

THE END.

thanks so much for reading this monster post ! i don’t know how to be concise. i’ve tried. i tried here. obviously, i failed. but i love you all. i can’t wait to write and interact with you all and your lovely, wonderful characters ! hasta la vista, baby.

#kaos:intro #╰ . * chasing all your demons — ooc .#╰ . * so let's sleep on it tonight — other .

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stratus-skye07 · 7 years

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Married To The Boss [Six] | Rap Monster

Tension occurs when Namjoon meets Jimin. Y/N’s living arrangements are suddenly changed after taking back the role of his wife.

“Are you sure you want to commit to this again?” Jimin asks while we wait for the elevator to get to the bottom floor of our apartment building.

“I already said I would from the start so I have to commit. Namjoon says that it’ll be different this time since he understands why I left in the first place.”

“You’re like a sister to me, Y/N. I don’t want to see you get another panic attack.”

The elevator dings and we walk out together, “Jimin, I haven’t had a panic attack in a long time.”

“Yeah, but that was sudden and it scared the crap out of Jungkook and I. It’s still possible to have another one when you get in distress.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Today is my first day back since I quit and immediately it started off differently than before. I walk out of my apartment building to Namjoon leaning against his luxurious car.

“Good Morning,” He smiles endearingly at me.

“Morning, what are you doing here so early?”

“It’s you’re first day back and I should drive my wife to work especially since we’re going the same way.”

I try my hardest not to blush at his sudden change, “You don’t have to do this. I’m fully capable in getting to work on my own.”

Namjoon’s eyes redirect from me to Jimin, “And you are?”

“Oh, this is Park Jimin, my roommate. Jimin, this is my boss, Kim Namjoon.” They exchange firm handshakes, “I’m her husband, actually.” Namjoon says abruptly.

Jimin scoffs, “I know all about your ‘accidental’ marriage and I don’t appreciate you using Y/N in your family issues.”

I’m about to scold Jimin for being rude but Namjoon is quicker with his response, “Are you her boyfriend?”

“Y/N and I have been friends since dance school so I consider her like family.” Namjoon smiles, “Good, a girl needs a man to look out for her…until she gets married that is.” He opens the car door for me.

I get in the passenger seat, “I’ll see you later, Jimin.”

“Take it easy.” He waved his smol hand.

Namjoon closes the door once I get in. We drive away from the sidewalk fast and towards work.

The ride became awkwardly silent. Namjoon’s breathing was all I could hear. His hands tightened and loosened over the steering wheel a few times. Maybe his meeting with Jimin did anger him a little but I don’t blame Jimin for being that way. He and Jungkook are the only two people that have seen me have my panic attacks. One was so bad that I had to be taken to the hospital. I’ve been able to keep it under control since then.

“Was Jimin the one that picked you up on the motorcycle that night?”

“No, that was my other roommate, Jungkook.”

Namjoon side glances at me, “You live with two guys?”

“Yeah, they’re both more like brothers if anything so it doesn’t make living together weird. I don’t really have any girl friends or friends in general besides them.”

Namjoon nods his head then goes back to being silent again. Why is he so serious now? Could he be jealous? Nah, he can’t be. I’d be too full of myself if I were to think he had any interest in me. Maybe this is a way of him showing that he’s taking on the role as a husband.

We finally get to work about ten minutes later. We both enter the elevator from the parking garage.

“Oh, one more thing before we get to the office.” Namjoon takes my hand and slides in the wedding band on my finger. “You’ll need this.” I look at the ring and expected him to let my hand go but instead he links his hand with mine.

My heart starts racing once the elevator doors open. He starts walking and pulls me along to exit. We walk through the building holding hands, acknowledging the fact that we’re married.

Namjoon walks me to my desk and even takes out my chair. He leans against my desk to get eye level with me.

He whispers, “I’ll drive you home after work, okay?”

“Okay.” I nod my head. I fight the urge to blush from the statement since the rest of the employees were staring. It almost feels like a real relationship but I have to keep reminding myself that it’s not real or else things could get complicated.

The rest of the day goes by well. The whispers were gone which made it feel like it was back to normal. I guess my missing in action really had an effect on the office or maybe Namjoon had something to do with it.

The end of work came and I waited for Namjoon to finish with his work. We walk out the same way we came in this morning. The silence was back as we drove. Everything was normal until I noticed that he took a turn that was away from my apartment.

“Um, my apartment is the opposite from where we’re going.”

“I know.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” He simply says without further explaining.

A few minutes go by until we reach a neighborhood that’s more on the luxurious side with brick walls surrounding each home. Namjoon drives up to one of the gates and puts in a code to open the large black gates. The house we pull up to is three stories but it still looks bigger than my apartment.

Namjoon gets out of the car and comes around to open the door for me. I take in the home before following Namjoon up the steps to the front door. Once I enter the house there were numerous décor of Namjoon’s successes in his career, a few family/friend pictures, trophies, and other memorable musical moments.

“Why am I here?” I finally ask.

Namjoon removes his blazer and unbuttons his collar, “This is our home.”

“Our home?”

“I want you to move in.”

I catch my breath, “Huh, move in to your home? I can’t just move in out of nowhere.”

Namjoon takes a few step closer, “Look, my mom has fallen in love with you. She told me the other day and also gave me a lecture about having you live with me like a wife should. So she’s going to be checking in to make sure that you’ve moved in.”

“I just don’t feel right living with you. I know we’re technically married but in reality we’re boss and employee.”

He takes another step which closes the space between us, “We had sex, got married, and are faking a relationship so I’m pretty sure we’re passed the formalities.”

He’s right. We’ve already reached a point of no return. Moving in with him would be the less dramatic thing I’ve done.

I sigh, “Fine, but I need to go home and get a few things.”

“No need, I have a spare bedroom that you can stay in. I’ve already filled it with some new clothes for you and anything you’ll need. If you need anything else let me know.” Namjoon walks passed me and heads up stairs. “You’re room is up the stairs and to the left. My room is across from yours.”

I stay in the living room for a few minutes still shocked at what this has come to. What’s next? Having fake kids?

Eventually I head up the stair and go straight to my room. I enter the room to expect a generic guest room but open to find that it’s designed like a woman’s room. I explore the room, which is much larger than my room in my apartment. Opening a door that I thought was a bathroom turned out to be a walk in closet, there’s a full wardrobe of designer clothes that I only dreamed about owning. There are multiple shelves with t-shirts, blouses, pants, jeans, skirts and shoes. The racks had dresses for all occasions along with bags.

This is too much. I feel burdened that he would give me these things for helping. Yet again he would want his wife to look the part.

Later that night, Namjoon spent the rest of his time upstairs on the third floor. I didn’t want to intrude by wondering up there. I got hungry after awhile so I went into the kitchen which was huge and something you would see on a cooking show.

There weren’t many options to make anything so I settled with making dumpling soup. Cooking was probably the second soothing thing to me. I put my earphones in to listen to music and found myself consumed by the music that I started to dance around the kitchen. I was so consumed in what I was doing that I didn’t realize that Namjoon was sitting at the counter watching me the whole time.

I gasp snapping my earphone out of my ears, “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to see that you have good form with dancing,” He says resting his chin in his hand.

“Well what can I say? I like to dance.”

“Sorry if I scared you but I could smell the food from upstairs and I had to see what was the source of it.”

“Yeah I hope you don’t mind. I got hungry and I figured you didn’t have anything to eat yet either. I’m making mandu-guk.”

Namjoon walks around the counter towards me to smell the soup bubbling in the pot. “No, I don’t mind. You’re almost like a housewife.” I turn my head to hide my blushing face. “Do you need help with anything?”

“Yeah, can you cut the onions?”

“Uhh, sure but I’m pretty bad at it.”

“I’m sure you’re not that bad. Anyone can cut onions.”

Namjoon leaves to get the onions from the fridge while I continue to stir the soup. It’s not until I start hearing grunting noises that I look over to him. His back is facing me and he hunched over with his shoulders shaking.

I peak over his back to see him struggling really hard to get the knife to go through the onion like he was cutting a rock.

“Do you need help?” I ask.

He shakes his head, “Nah, I almost got it.” He then starts cutting it back and forth in a saw like motion.

I try so hard not to laugh at his struggles at something that’s so easy, “At that rate we’ll be here all night.”

“I got it, I just have to get used to it.”

Without too much thought I lean closer to his side to place my hands over his and guide him into cutting the onions quicker.

“Hold on, this position is a little awkward.”

“Oh no it’s-”

Before I can finish my protest, Namjoon puts his right arm over my shoulder. Now I’m stuck in between the countertop and his chest. I start to feel the warmth of his chest into my back and his chin next to my ear.

I stand there frozen when Namjoon clears his throat, “Okay, now show me.”

“Oh,” I place my hands over his again this time mine begin to shake slightly.

I barely manage to get through cutting the onions with the feeling of Namjoon’s hands under mine, his chest rising and falling against my back, and his grunts in my ear each time he applied pressure on the knife.

Somehow I manage to finish cooking the dumpling soup and served it. Namjoon and I sat together at the glass dinner table having our first dinner together as a married couple. We ate in silence for awhile until Namjoon cleared his throat.

“How long have you been a dancer?”

“You’ve seen my resume so you already know that.”

“Since you were eight, I know. I just wanted to make conversation. So what made you want to be a dancer then?”

“At first, I did it to spend more time with my dad but when he started teaching me how to dance I just fell in love with it.”

“What about your mom? Was she supportive of your dancing?”

I look down at my soup trying to think of a way to avert talking about the issues with my mom. “She was a little too much but I’d rather not get into that.”

I felt uncomfortable talking about it and Namjoon noticed it, “Y/N, you’ve seen how my dad is. If you’re embarrassed to talk about your mom I understand but I really do want you to be open and speak comfortably about anything and everything.”

I start thinking about how he’s shared everything with me but I couldn’t share details about my family to him mostly out of shame for things I dealt with. Maybe one day when I feel confident enough I’ll tell him but right now I have to have a clean image for him.

NAMJOON

Things were going to change now that Y/N decided to try again as my wife. This time around I’m gonna take care of her. The way I should’ve from the beginning. My mom called me after her girl time with Y/N and she spoke so fondly of her that I’ve never seen my mom so happy. Y/N could’ve told her straightforward that everything was a mistake turned into a lie but she went along with it for her.

This morning I decided to pick Y/N up to drive her to work. I was surprised to see her with another man. I was more surprised to find that he was her roommate. For some reason I found relief that he wasn’t her boyfriend but I still didn’t like the fact that, not just one but two, of her roommates were men. Those apartments aren’t really spacious and a woman needs her privacy.

I start to remember what my mom said.

“Joonie, you and Y/N need to de-stress yourselves. After all, you were hiding a relationship for so long I think it’s time for you two to move in together so you can have some alone time. You have all that space in that big house of yours now you can share it with your new wife.”

I pick up the phone to make a call, “Yes, this is Kim Namjoon. I need to have some things brought to my house. Yes, it’s for my wife.”

[Seven]

I could help adding the cooking part!!

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