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theficblog · 2 years

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I’LL BE THERE

HWANG HYUNJIN

Prologue: When life goes hectic, some people bring in a lot of comfort. You can count on Hyunjin on a stressful day.

Genre: Fluff + Established relationship AU + Parents AU

Wordcount: 897

Warnings: None

Twenty-seven missed calls, innumerable text messages, and left voicemails. All of these were sent to you in a mere span of two hours. Facing your phone and going through this could cause only one thing: panic.

For the past two hours, you had remained isolated from the rest of the world as you gave a presentation on the growing demand for global and accessible internet marketing to your clients and how you, as the operations manager with your team, could help them achieve this. Needless to say this was crucial for you, who had sacrificed a whole damn week of sleep, over a hundred coffees and several un-complained headaches.

You were stressed right now. Thinking of the worst possibilities. Why would your five year old’s school and teachers call you at unexpected hours. Was he alright? Did something happen to him? Being a single mother was more difficult than you anticipated.

You immediately took your leave from your corporate building, storming into your car and driving abruptly to your son’s kindergarten.

Your heart rate increased as you reached the reception to inquire about the matter. The only thing you needed right now was to hold your son in your hands. He was the reason for your life, even though you had previous thoughts of dropping him when his father fled away after learning about your pregnancy.

"Yes, Ms. Y/L/N. Ye-Jun injured himself during the swimming session today. We tried to reach out to you but didn’t receive any response back." The woman who appeared to be one of the school's authorities stated with a rather questionable look on her face. It was now clear she was judging you.

It was not something new for you. Everyday societal condemnation for being a single mother. You were portrayed as some careless and unempathetic woman for still pursuing your career and your dreams. An invisible label was attached to you. You thought to yourself as you now drove back home, where your little one was.

"Ding Dong" the bell alarmed, and the doors of your apartment opened for you only to see your son, Ye-Jun, dressed up in chocolate, gummy bears and food sparkles. The little Pororo apron made it evident he had been creating some mess in the kitchen.

"Look, Mumma’s back home! Give her a hug!" exclaimed Hyunjin. For the past two years, he has been your boyfriend. He was one of the rare humans who accepted you as you were and not to mention that your son approved of him.

You still remember your first date. You were almost sweating. You did not want to lose a person like him, someone who actually cared and respected you, someone you could trust and love. Would he change? Would he also leave? Why would a pretty boy like him date a woman like you? You lacked the "youth tag’ while still in your twenties.

But Hyunjin was different.

You could recall his and Ye-Jun’s first meeting and you sure had never been that nervous before. Would your three year old accept a random guy you bring home some day as his mother’s boyfriend, and in the bigger picture, his dad figure? That stage of your life was filled with doubts, insecurities and questions to say the least.

It took Hyunjin just one Woody x Buzz Lightyear impersonation to pass your son’s vibe check and ever since they had been gelling well together.

It was just about an year ago when Hyunjin earned the "dad" title during the Bring Your Dad to School Day when Ye-Jun suddenly blurted out "dad" and you still clearly remember the tears of joy Hyunjin shed that day.

Later that night, after cleaning up and dinner, you tucked your son into his bed, caressing his wound and still blaming yourself the same, for never being there for him when he needed you the most. You did not even realize when the tears started to drop out of your eyes. You were tired of holding them back anymore.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you. Obviously, obviously it was Hyunjin who now hummed warmly as he brushed his nose to your nape.

"Is there something on your mind? You know I’m always all ears for that." He affirmed. Was he even real? You probably saved a nation in your past life to have found a human like him.

"Nah, it’s just.. Ye-Jun, I’m somehow always absent whenever he needs me". You explained out.

"Come on, Y/N! Isn’t it too harsh to blame yourself for everything? Toddlers are prone to these things, and that’s how they're going to learn and grow. Remember the last time he kept on falling while crossing on the swing, if you would’ve helped him through that, he’d never have crossed on it on his own. Ye-Jun is a strong little one like his mom moreover. Oh, by the way, how was your presentation? Hyunjin ended his monologue with a question.

You were still so engrossed in his parenting skills 101 that you paid zero attention to his questions until he made his signature pouty face.

"Have you ever thought that no one can do what you can do?" You said.

"Hmmm, to be honest, I think of that every day of my life." He retorted amusingly.

You did not even realize when the night fell and you fell asleep.

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wisteriasxx · 3 years

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a/n: had this in the drafts since tfatws finished streaming and I forgot to post it but here haha

18+

Warnings: Weed, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex

Smoke sesh with Marvel characters 🍃

this one is for all my stoner marvel fans💕 just my thoughts on what it would be like to smoke with some of our favs✨

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Steve

Well considering Steve is a super soldier, he can’t get drunk or high..........BUT for the sake of this let’s just pretend he can ;)

It would probably take loads of convincing for him to even try the stuff

If he decides to try it, he’s only taking one hit.

High Steve is definitely just super chill, and really cuddly, he’s gonna grab you and just hold you for the rest of the night.

When it comes time for munchies he will literally eat anything, but his favorite snack when the munchies hit is Mozzarella sticks.

He’ll start talking about how things were back in the 40’s, including how crazy the youth is today with this stuff you’ve just given him.

Tony

We all know that Tony is KNOWN for being a party animal, so he’s definitely down for a lil sesh with the avengers

Tony definitely likes to drink more then he would smoking, but he’ll still smoke.

Probably owns a dab pen with indica for for his anxiety

Prefers indica but will settle for a hybrid (sativa and indica)

Gets really giggly and even more sarcastic when he’s high

Will not move from his current place of rest, someone will have to bring him food when the munchies come or he will complain the entire time

Favorite munchies food is potato chips

High tony will definitely accidentally start spilling your secrets in front of people, you might have to physically shut him up somehow

Thor

Will give you a funny look when you hand him a joint or a pen or whatever it is that your using.

He’ll understand that you smoke it, but he’ll think it’s just tobacco or something

Before you can tell him what it actually is he’s already taken a couple of big hits

Once you tell him what it is that he’s smoking and what it does, the only response you’ll get is “this tastes funny and it will have no effect on me because I am mighty”

Fast forward to ten minutes later of Thor being loud and laughing at everything and just being an absolute goofball

Will eat and drink everything in sight once the munchies hit for him

“Where can I get more of this midgaurdian herb!??!!?!!” He’ll yell from the couch

Like Steve, he’ll get grabby and just wanna hold you the entire time. If you’re standing he’s gonna stand behind you with his arms wrapped around you and his chin resting on ur head. If you’re sitting he’s putting his arm around you and pulling you close.

Definitely ends with him passed out on the floor

Natasha

When she sees everyone playing “puff puff pass”, she’ll roll her eyes.

“What are you guys in high school or something?”

She will insist that she wants nothing to do with it, but after tony makes some remark about it, she decides to prove him wrong.

After a hit or two, Nat becomes more comfortable, she becomes less uptight.

Likes to shoot out more sarcastic one liners then usual

Becomes very flirty ;)

She gets smiley but in a tired way

In fact, She doesn’t stay awake very long after she’s had a hit or two in her system, she gets too tired and calls it a night

By “calls it a night” I mean she basically droops onto you and refuses to move, you’ll have to move her if you want to.

Doesn’t get the munchies because she’s asleep before she can

Clint

Clint will take a hit or two, just because why not? He could use the relaxation

He’s super chill when he’s high, he keeps to himself

He’s quiet when he’s high, but that’s just because he’s vibing, he’s taking in the music or just simply listening to the nearest conversation.

Wears sunglasses the whole time because he doesn’t want anyone to see his red eyes

He doesn’t really get munchies, he just chills the entire time

You can’t tell if he’s asleep or if he’s just vibing

Will only give one word answers if you ask him something

Not the most fun to smoke with but he’s just chilling and minding his own business so he’s welcome.

Loki

Will look at you with irritable confusion when you offer him a hit

When you tell him what it is and what it will do to him he’ll simply ask, “why would I want to do that?”

He won’t do it in front of anyone, that would mean letting his guard down and becoming vulnerable

He will definitely try it later in private though

When he’s high, he’ll want you to join him

He’s still basically loki when he’s high, he’s just more relaxed

“This is quite nice I must say.”

There will definitely be a conversation about how he can’t believe this is what mortals do for fun

He’ll become a little more open with you because he’s more relaxed

He’ll become confused when the munchies hit, but after you tell him it’s normal he’ll go with it

His favorite munchie food is definitely popcorn

I’m gonna flat out say it, high loki has a higher sex drive

Gets lost in the moment type of guy

In his opinion, the weed helps him block out everything else except for you, and that’s why he likes it

His mischief meter also skyrockets, you thought normal loki was good at pulling tricks? Just wait till you see how creative high loki can get

Bucky

Bucky is gonna look at you like your crazy

Then he’ll remember that he is also crazy, and figures the weed might help ease his mind a little.

Bucky becomes more relaxed when he’s high, his guard has dropped a little, but he’s still aware of his surroundings.

He’s funnier when he’s high

Smiles more which makes you smile because you think he doesn’t smile enough

He still does the staring thing when he’s high, but it’s not as intimidating now, there’s a softer look in his eyes and a small smile on his face

Will open up a little more about his feelings towards you

After his first time trying weed, he’ll get some cbd gummies or something on a regular basis to help relax him

When the munchies hit for him, he’ll eat anything, but his favorite munchie food is anything Italian.

He just wants to cuddle man

Wanda

Wanda is surprisingly chill

She’s more open, more humorous, and even nicer.

her magic can resemble her current state of mind if she wants it to

So when she’s high, her magic becomes really pretty and elegant, like it’s in slow motion

In fact, she glows a little when she’s high

She’ll make her magic do pretty things for your entertainment

Due to her magic though, I feel that her high wouldn’t last very long

For her, smoking is just a quick little get away from her mind, something that just takes the edge off a little

Doesn’t get munchies

Prefers indica

Peter (quill)

He’s never had earth weed, but he’s definitely smoked and drank all kinds of substances through out the galaxy

Definitely likes sativa

He’s down for whatever, he likes to try new things

He’ll complain about the taste, but then love the way he’s feeling in 10 minutes

He becomes very stupid when he’s high

He’ll turn his favorite music on full volume and just start doing things, he won’t be able to sit still.

He’ll try to do things to keep himself entertained, but he’ll be bad at doing them because he’s high

When later or the next day comes when he’s sober, he’ll look at the evidence of him trying to do whatever it was he was trying to do and be totally confused, but not surprised

When the munchies hit, he’ll eat anything he can find on the ship that’s edible

It will end with him passed out in some weird spot on the ship or wherever he’s at

He once got high and woke up cuddling with Drax-

Gamora

Will not smoke

The designated driver

The “chaperone” of the night

Sam Wilson

When you offer him a hit, he’ll be unsure and say something like “man I haven’t done something this stupid since high school, I don’t know”

But he says “screw it” to himself and takes a couple of hits

Becomes really smiley when he’s high, like the dude won’t stop smiling. It irritates Bucky.

Definitely will start singing out of nowhere, even if there’s no music playing

He’s also gonna tell crazy stories about his past, things from high school stories to military stories

He livens up the session for sure, after a few hits in, he makes it his goal for the night to make everyone happy and vibing along with him

When the munchies hit for sam, he goes straight for pizza. This man absolutely loooovesss pizza when he’s inebriated

Dr.Strange

Is obviously familiar with the substance

Definitely used to do it all the time in college (helped with the stress of med school)

Will question if it’s the best choice for everyone to be making right now

Most likely will not do it, it wouldn’t look good if the sorcerer supreme was getting high

You’ll ask him if he knows some kind of spell that can sober you up

He’ll tell you “yes” and proceed to hand you a water bottle and roll his eyes

He’ll do the portal thing above you and a bunch of your favorite snacks will land on your lap when the munchies come

He’ll take care of you once you pass out, carrying you to your bed or your couch or whatever and setting a glass of water near you before he leaves you alone

Scott Lang

Oh yeah, he’s definitely taking a couple hits

Prefers bongs

Prefers hybrid blends (sativa and indica)

This man knows his kush okay? Would not be surprised if he had a plug, or if he was the plug

Weed makes him more productive, he’ll start doing things and multi tasking, he’ll do anything from messing around in the suit to playing rock band

Chinese take out is this mans go to munchie food, nothing brings him greater joy then inhaling wonton soup or lo mein when he’s high

He’s bringing his friends too, there’s no arguing

Like Sam, he livens the session up

Somehow become bolder, dumber and flirty at the same time when he’s high

When he comes down though, he comes down hard, and sometimes literally.

He’ll pass out or fall asleep in the weirdest places, but he’ll be enjoying it and wake up feeling well rested somehow

Bonus cuz i think it’s funny ++

John walker

Will be all cocky about taking a hit, thinking it won’t affect him or that it’ll make him cooler or something dumb

Gets scared and paranoid

Starts literally tweaking and saying stuff like “they’re coming for me”

Freaks out because he can’t handle the kush in his system

Definitely locks himself in the bathroom and cries, calls Lamar to come pick him up

Ends up becoming a hazard for everyone, so Bucky has to knock him out cold

Will probably snitch on everyone for smoking just because he had a bad time with it and he’s just jealous that he can’t vibe correctly

#marvel #marvel mcu #the avengers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #the winter solider #the winter solider x reader #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #black widow #tfatws #wandavision #dr. strange #loki x reader #thor #thor x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel headcanons

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remisola · 2 years

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hello everyone! please call me mel (she/her, 21+, gmt -6)!! i'm very excited to plot with you all and introduce to you ahn siyeon! my semi-control freak maniac is here to organize your lives. think of her as the konmari of your semester schedules (better than your academic advisor, trust (don't)). she's a mass comm & media major on her third year! whl 89.4's secretary for two years now, a casual columnist for hansung times, and shows up here and there in daily refresh's vids on yt. da girl's busy but dw it's all scheduled.

i have her stats right here but her bio is still under co. so will have a quick run down below the cut. cool with ims or msg for dc!!! pls like if u wanna plot ♡

<< links >> stats. bio. persona.

tw: mentions of abuse and gaslighting. [ i also do not know how to be concise. help. ]

ahn siyeon. 23 years old. third year. mass communications & media major. resides in tangerine house.

she was raised by her single mom until her junior year in high school when she was legally adopted by her well off grandparents

her mother gaslighted her to oblivion for years and often puts the blame on her for her dad not fulfilling his promise to them that he will leave his first family.

she became interested in the media (books, tv shows, film etc) as a form of escapism at this point she ended up listening to a lot of self help books that helped make a routine for herself, eventually leading to how she plans her life today.

siyeon never actually met her dad, but she does know who he is as her mom often points him out to her. turns out he's some big shot chaebol for an architectural firm and siyeon swears to never associate herself with him.

her grandparents adopted her in hopes to have a successor to their pharmaceutical company but alas siyeon's worst subjects are math and science so they really lucked out. now they're just parading her as a bachelorette for her to find a good husband.

jokes on them, siyeon found her safe haven in hansung and accepted their offer out of the more well known universities in seoul before her grandparents could have a say about it.

she applied to major in mass communications & media which encompasses her interest (and entire personality) and also became a member of whl 89.4 and the daily fresh.

she moved out from her grandparent's home in cheongdam and moved in to tangerine house (also paid for by her grandparents)

you know what they say, put people in classes that interest them most and they will shine. keeping an impressing 4.0 gpa (sans math and science classes) that she has well maintained up to the present (except for that one sem).

she became whl 89.4's secretary in her second year and she also started writing for hansung times as a columnist for a couple of issues around the same time. she was appointed secretary when her predecessor was impressed with her rigorous scheduling and self-discipline.

her world felt like it ended and her gpa dipped to 3.7 from the stress of the radio club's fall from grace which set her into crisis mode for the rest of the year.

she's been working hard along with the leaders of the club to up their reputation and credibility, knowing that if this crisis is averted, she could definitely use it on her resume (plus she actually cares about the club a lot).

plot ideas!

tangerine house roomies!!! time to live our age of youth! siyeon def has mom vibes and your muse could love it or hate it, complaining that she nags too much but doesn't say anything because she makes mad side dishes.

whl 89.4 members! who are either in awe of her or a tad bit intimidated by her presence as she could get overwhelming with her expectations and schedules. perhaps your muse runs into trouble or was being targeted for being in the club and she comes to your rescue.

communication majors whom she shares classes with. they could either be involved in a class project or be academic rivals who tries to outdo each other.

elective classes classmates, your muse could tutor her in that one economic class she had to take as pre reqs, pls be aware she will cry

she hates doing anything remotely physical but if you become friends with her she will be the loudest in cheering you on!

perhaps you're a well-known (or unknown) internet personality and needs a social media curator and you seek out her help and try to hire her as one.

she's not very interested in romance and wholly opts for something casual so one night stands, casual hook ups, she's down but don't expect anything more.

surprisingly holds her liquor very well and none of her friends have seen her drunk so she ends up being the one to take care of the rest.

my brain is fried but if none of these fit to your liking, i'm def open to brainstorming!!

#hs:intro #( sy — ooc ramblings )

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ethanesimp · 3 years

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YOUR NAME // PROLOGUE

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Mexican GN! Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: A name. Two words. Twelve letters. Five syllables… That was all it took for you to turn your life upside down after hearing the name a fortune-teller promised belonged to your soulmate.

Masterlist

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A/N: I made sure to remove every description that was too specific to the OC (ex. eye color, skin tone, etc.) but please let me know if I missed one :) I hope you like it

July 3rd, 2012

There was nothing better than summer vacation. It was one of the few times of the year where you spent almost every waking moment with your friends and got to forget about school for a few months. Not to mention all the beautiful festivals and carnivals that were organized in the city during this season.

Earlier in the day, you had begged your parents to take you and your best friend to the carnival that was starting today. You had found out there be a drive-in and one of the films playing was going to be Dirty Dancing, which happened to be a favorite movie of yours. They'd agreed to take you only because friends of your father were going to and he wanted to meet up with them after years of not seeing each other.

At some point of the night, they'd gone to see their friends after giving you some of their pocket money, leaving your best friend, Emilio, and you alone. It hadn't taken you too long to spend all the money they'd given you until there was only enough money to pay for the tickets to the drive-in and ten additional pesos that weren't even enough to buy a bag of cotton candy or popcorn.

There was still about an hour left until the movie started and you had absolutely nothing to do so you just sat by the game stands and watched people play darts to pass the time. Most were terrible and would often miss their targets by a long shot, not like you were much better at it though.

You got bored of seeing people try and miss every single time, so your mind darted to the most pressing and annoying matter at the moment. Ever since summer began, your head had been completely blank of ideas to write about. During the school year it had been buzzing with new concepts to try out, but the moment you got out and actually had free time, all those ideas went poof.

You had started writing about two years ago after your mom bought you a Gabriel García Márquez book and you fell in love with the idea of maybe writing one of your own one day. Just to be clear, you were nowhere near good at writing, but it kept you happy, so you kept on doing it in hopes that you’d eventually improve. Emilio was your only audience. He'd read every single thing you wrote down and criticize it, not like he knew more than you did about writing, but it was still a good way to try and get better.

Amongst all the people in the crowd, you spotted a couple holding hands, and your mind couldn't help but make up a story about how they could've ended there. Perhaps it was their first date, maybe they'd been together for years or maybe you were just being ridiculous and too much of a hopeless romantic.

Either way, Emilio saw it fit to interrupt your thoughts by poking you on the rib and pointing to a stand you hadn't noticed before. There was a small sign placed outside that read: 'Hazle una pregunta a la adivina y conoce tu destino por tan sólo cinco pesos.' You couldn't help but snort. You had never been one to believe much on things like those. Emilio, on the other hand, was a firm believer. (Ask the fortune teller a question and get to know your destiny for only five pesos.)

He dragged you over to the tent and you didn't complain just because you wanted to know what it was all about. You paid the small fee and walked in together because he didn't want to go in by himself in case it was a trick and there was a kidnapper on the other side or something.

The dark tent was only illuminated by a crystal ball that sat in the middle of a small round table with two chairs. In one of them sat a woman with long and white curly hair. She looked to be at least fifty-five yet the smile that appeared on her face when you walked in screamed youth.

The room smelled strongly of incense, but not to the point where it bothered you. In fact, you found it quite calming because the smell reminded you of the dance classroom that always smelled of incense and coffee. You looked and Emilio and he gestured for you to go first, so you pulled the chair back and sat on it. You fumbled with the velvet tablecloth to distract yourself as you felt the lady's eyes inspect your face.

"So, what has brought you to me today? What is the question you need an answer to?" You opened your mouth to speak but closed it right away because truth be told, you had no clue. There were many questions that you needed an answer to, but most were far too personal to ask a stranger.

You turned to look at Emilio in hopes that he'd have an interesting question for you to ask and he didn't disappoint, "What's the name of her soulmate?" You giggled and shook your head. It was the perfect thing to ask, nothing too personal and funny. You wanted to see what the lady would come up with.

She reached for something underneath the table and placed it right in front of you. It was a small sack full of things that had rattled when she picked them up. The lady opened up the bag and you noticed it was full of scrabble tiles. You furrowed your eyebrows, what was she going to make you do? Get out letters and see which name they formed?

"Okay, what I want you to do is to take a deep breath, close your eyes and pick out two of the tiles," You tilted your head to the side and sighed, but did what she asked anyways. You moved your hand around the bag a few times and picked up several tiles only to let them fall again.

Before you could pull the tiles out, Emilio emitted a sound that sounded almost like a screech, "¡Mierda! Tenía que llamarle a mamá antes de las nueve, ya vuelvo." By the time you had opened your mouth to protest, Emilio was already gone and you were alone with the fortune teller. (Shit! I had to call mom before nine, I'll be right back.)

You shook your head and apologized to the lady before drawing out two tiles and placing them on the table. You looked at the letters scribbled down on them: E and T. The white-haired lady placed her neatly manicured hands over the letters and closed her eyes. She leaned her head back as if she was looking at the sky and you saw her lips move but heard no sound come out of her mouth.

With an awkward chuckle, you fumbled around with the necklace around your neck. You had no clue why but you were starting to get freaked out, something about the vibe and being alone gave you a queasy feeling. Your head shot up the moment the woman spoke, "Hmm, this is quite interesting. You see, I'm sensing this strong connection between you and this person."

"Whose name is?" You asked and felt kind of stupid. As much as you wanted to pretend you didn't really care, the romantic side of you was eager to know the name of the person, even if you knew this was probably all bullshit.

"Ethan," She finally said as she looked you dead in the eye, "Ethan Torchio."

By the time Emilio had returned and asked his question, you were waiting outside shaking. There was something about the way she had looked at you that had sent shivers down your spine and the name... God, as crazy as it sounded, it made you feel something when you heard it.

As you watched the film, you still couldn't get it out of your head. Ethan... Ethan. You kept repeating it over and over again inside your head as if it were a mantra. As if there was someone out there who owned that name. There was just something about it that felt so right, you knew it in your bones. That something was the only thing that allowed you to remember the name, even years after first hearing it.

#ethan torchio x reader #ethan torchio x you #ethan torchio x y/n #ethan torchio fanfiction #maneskin x reader #maneskin fanfiction

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polar-stars · 4 years

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(Lea’s) Shokugeki Next Gen - Masterpost Version 2

I’m bored and achieved nothing today, I need to do at least one productive thing

A quick run-down of my Next Gen kids, because why not? If anyone asks me about them I can point to it ;w; It won’t be the most informative post ever but it’s really just a simple introduction. In case it sparks your interest, feel free to inquire about these kids.

I also have a tag on my blog that’s dedicated to them -> https://polar-stars.tumblr.com/tagged/Shokugeki-no-Kimiko-Stuffz

As well as an entire fanfic, which is still in the starters (It will be long. Be very afraid honestly, because I, for the most part, have no idea what I am doing) -> https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11912834/1/Shokugeki-no-Kimiko

Also: There might be some unusual ships in here. I’m sorry if your fave ship doesn’t happen to be included. It really comes down to personal preference ovo;; But please be respecting! I am as well.

Anyways, let’s get into this:

115th Generation (the Prime-Focus)

Kimiko Yukihira

DoB: 27th of June I Daughter of Soma Yukihira and Erina Nakiri | Loves Playing Cards & Grocery Shopping | Dislikes Materialism & Being Called “Kimiko-Sama”

An friendly and optimistic young aspiring chef entering Totsuki as a transfer student in her first year of highschool. Was taught the so-called Yukihira-Style and is therefore known for her creativity. Greatest aim is to create a dish in which her mom can find no fault in.

Hiroshi Aldini-Tadokoro

DoB: 25th of May I Son of Isami Aldini and Megumi Tadokoro | Loves Plushies & Fishing | Dislikes Cigarette Smoke & Dark Humor

A shy but practically angelic guy from Tohoku. Looks out for others a lot, which also shows in his cooking. Very well-versed in both Japanese cooking as well as Italian cooking. Often falls into the shadow of his much bolder cousin, but doesn’t make any attempts to get out of said shadow.

Kaori Hayama

DoB: 17th of February I Daughter of Akira Hayama and Hisako Arato | Loves Gardening & Pastel Colors | Dislikes Mess & Snails

The current valedictorian of the 115th Generation, who more than often gets a sort of nobility attributed to her by the rest of the students. Known as the “Gatekeeper to the Fountain of Eternal Youth” or “Youth Preserver” for short, as her medicinal cooking is famous for energizing it’s customers. Has her goal firmly set on the top of Totsuki and has no interest in socializing whatsoever.

Mika Aldini

DoB: 9th of August I Daughter of Takumi Aldini and Ikumi Mito | Loves Dancing & Romance Movies | Dislikes Rain & Gardening

A fiery, bold girl from Tuscany, who appeared in Totsuki as a transfer student in her second year of middle school. Specialised in Italian Food as well as the usage of Meat. Up to any kind off challenge thrown her way.

Lola Nakiri

DoB: 17th of November I Daughter of Ryo Kurokiba and Alice Nakiri | Loves Limousines & Heavy Metal | Dislikes The Color Pink & Being Bored

The daughter of the headmistress who’s certain she can do whatever she wants. Well-versed in the usage of Seafood and utilization of Molecular Gastronomy, but known for putting more focus on the Seafood-aspect of her dishes. Teases everyone and anyone with no mercy.

Mona Nakiri

DoB: 17th of November I Daughter of Ryo Kurokiba and Alice Nakiri | Loves Techno Music & RomComs | Dislikes Hot Weather & Rap/HipHop

The other daughter of the headmistress who’s much more quieter and reserved than her twin-sister. Known for making use of seafood fairly well, but her true passion lies in Molecular Gastronomy. Just wants friends but is actually very socially awkward.

Takayuki Hojo

DoB: 6th of September I Son of Terunori Kuga and Miyoko Hojo | Loves Fireworks & Pudding | Dislikes Operas & Complete Silence

The grouchy, easy-to-trigger little brother of the president of the Chinese RS. Being part of the RS himself, Takayuki also specializes in Chinese cuisine mainly having his focus on Sichuan Food. Absolutely hates commentary on his shortness.

Kazuo Mimasaka

DoB: 9th of March I Son of Subaru Mimasaka and Nao Sadatsuka | Loves Every Romance Cliche Out There & His Camera | Dislikes Mika’s Fanclub & Aggressive Dogs Barking

A very eccentric member of the 115th Generation who easily scares people with his mere presence. Truth be told, he’s completely harmless. Traces other people’s work but adds his personal spin on it by working in foul-smelling ingredients. Has a massive crush on Mika Aldini and is a hopeless romantic.

Yasu Ibusaki

DoB: 2nd of March I Son of Shun Ibusaki and Ryoko Sakaki | Loves Forest Walks & Adzuki Bean Paste | Dislikes Gossiping & Tight Clothes

A peaceful and friendly young man, whose gentleness often gives off a big-brother-vibe to many. Knows a lot about Fermenting and produces his own Sake, I mean Rice Juice. His true passion is in the art of smoking however. Much more competitive than he lets on.

Chieko Marui

DoB: 5th of December I Daughter of Zenji Marui and Yuki Yoshino | Loves Chess & Matcha | Dislikes Metal Music & Irresponsibility

A highly intelligent girl and the ace of the Enomoto-Seminar that focuses on literacy-research about cooking. Incorporates said research excellently into her dishes while additionally having a talent for Wild Game, even taking interest in breeding. Known fairly well for loud complains and long rants, usually referring to her dormmates.

Hideyoshi Kawashima

DoB: 19th of August I Son of Shoji Sato and Urara Kawashima | Loves Himself & Parties (in Chieko’s room) | Dislikes Broken Mirrors & Studying

The overly arrogant emcee who’s known to host a bunch of events on Totsuki. Through and through an attention-whore who does has a fair share of admires though, being honest. Spends all of this time where he is not loudly praising himself with bickering either with Daisuke or Chieko.

Daisuke Aoki

DoB: 26th of October I Son of Daigo Aoki and Yua Sasaki | Loves Retro Stuff (mostly 70s and 80s) & His Guitar | Dislikes Horror Movies & Dangerous Animals

A soft-spoken and shy emcee who hosts Shokugekis and other sort off events on Totsuki. Much more friendly than his childhood-friend Hideyoshi, but overlooked regardless most of the time. Bickers a ton with Hideyoshi.

Emi Kusunoki

DoB: 25th of July I Daughter of Rentaro Kusunoki & Mea Yanai | Loves Saunas & The Smell of Gasoline | Dislikes Still Being Without a Boyfriend & Libraries

An often brash young girl who’s also known as the major Gossip Girl on Totsuki, that loves to hear and share all kinds of rumors around. Specializes in Heating. Wishes for a boyfriend with a motorcycle.

Itsuki Kumai

DoB: 10th of March I Son of Shigemichi Kumai and Rui Kofuru | Loves Self-Deprecative Humor & Edgy Rock Bands | Dislikes Colorful Clothes & Phone Ringing

Very silent but also awfully pessimistic. Itsuki has a large talents with vegetables and herbs, as he tries to cook as vegetarian as Totsuki’s tasks allow him to. Additionally he has large knowledge around the cuisine of North-Africa. Forgot how to smile long ago.

114th Generation (The 2nd Years who constantly argue for the most part)

Hiraku Yukihira

DoB: 13th of April I Son of Soma Yukihira and Erina Nakiri | Loves All Thing Decadent & Squid | Dislikes Laundry & Elite 10 Paperwork

Ever since entering Totsuki as a transfer student a year ago, Hiraku quickly worked himself upwards as one of the most, if not the most, admired chef of the school. His sensitive sense of taste, the so-called “Tongue Blessed by Angels” or “Holy Tongue” for short gives him a great advantage at cooking. He’s awfully unorganized however and much of a dense airhead.

Akio Hayama

DoB: 26th of February I Son of Akira Hayama and Hisako Arato | Loves Clipboards & Traveling to the Middle East | Dislikes Stains & Organizing Hiraku’s Fanmail

Hiraku’s loyal and diligent secretary, who does not seem to mind just how chaotic Hiraku can be sometimes. Inherited his father’s sense of smell and is therefore outstandingly talented in the usage of spices and creating fragrant dishes. Very friendly but also easily nervous.

Suzume Hojo

DoB: 11th of April I Daughter of Terunori Kuga and Miyoko Hojo | Loves Memes & Fans | Dislikes Sitting Still & Sexism

The bouncy, energetic president of the Chinese RS. Therefore of course specializes in Chinese Cuisine. Much of a laid-back jokester but does look out for the younger students and takes certain matters fairly serious. Shouldn’t be underestimated.

Shigeo Eizan

DoB: 29th of November I Son of Etsuya Eizan and Nene Kinokuni | Loves His Smartphone & Jazz Music | Dislikes Slow or No Internet & Suzume’s Jokes

A materialistic, cold-hearted young man who’s already involved in consulting-work despite the young age. His cooking relies on his intensive knowledge on the chemical components in his ingredients and how to utilize them. Is incredibly intelligent and fairly good at tricking people into trusting him.

Ai Kabutoyama

DoB: 25th of January | Daughter of Tetsuji Kabutoyama | Loves Violin Music & Butterflies | Dislikes Loud Noises & Movies Without A Happy Ending

A very silent and distant young girl, who barely ever talks to anyone but wears an almost constant miserable expression. Specialized in utilizing Skewers. Friendly but insanely Short-Cut whenever she does speak.

Beatrice Shiratsu

DoB: 9th of July I Daughter of Julio Shiratsu | Loves Posing & Making Lists | Dislikes Video Games & Bad DJs

A girl that can often be rather extravagant but all-things-considered she’s very open and rather sweet. Specializes in Italian Cuisine. Loves partying and is very occupied with savoring the life of a teenager as long as she can.

113th Generation (The Third Years, where most of the classmates have been removed already)

Noboru Shinomiya

DoB: 29th of April I Son of Kojiro Shinomiya and Hinako Inui | Loves Painting Landscapes & Autumn | Dislikes Unreliableness & Getting Bothered on his Day-Offs

Noboru is a serious young man who values organization, structure and a good environment. Gets easily annoyed when such things are not provided. Shows great talent in both Japanese cuisine and French cuisine and feels greatly torn between the two. Wants relaxation.

Kiyoko Saito

DoB: 21st of February I Daughter of Somei Saito and Momo Akanegakubo | Loves Shopping & Kimonos | Dislikes Untidiness & Disrespect from younger Students

Kiyoko is a proper but spoiled young lady who’s friendly as long as she receives the respect she thinks she deserves. She’s specialized in Japanese Sweets, but does know how to make Western desserts as well plus Sushi of course. Very fashionable and has a booming Instagram.

Masashi Eizan

DoB: 13th of May I Son of Etsuya Eizan and Nene Kinokuni | Loves Classical Japanese Music & Kiyoko’s Daifuku | Dislikes Everything He Considers Indecent & Being told to rely too much on his Father and his little Brother Shigeo

Masashi is overly serious and strongly values rules and customs. Considers himself superior than practically everyone on Totsuki, save for Noboru and Kiyoko. Specializes in Traditional Japanese Cuisine and is known for an extraordinary talent with Soba. Has a very short temper.

Ran Mimasaka

DoB: 1st of June I Daughter of Subaru Mimasaka | Loves Her Motorcycle & Her Laptop | Dislikes Bullying & Not Being Active For Too Long

Ran is a calm, friendly girl but also slightly witty young woman. She utilizes foul-smelling ingredients for her dishes. Ran is also often perceived to be the “most normal” one of the Mimasaka-sibling. In actuality, she’s excellent at fishing and gaining information and is incredibly informed about basically every person walking Totsuki.

116th (The 3rd Years of Middle School)

Moe Saito

DoB: 20th of December I Daughter of Somei Saito and Momo Akanegakubo | Loves Balletts & Bears (primarily Pandas) | Dislikes People She Doesn't Know Touching Her Ribbon & Ripped Jeans

Moe is very stoic and barely ever truly emotes. Should she ever actually smile, its a sign of her being beyond happy. She’s a Sushi-Chef whose main gimmick it is to make the Sushi as cute as possible. Also has a great talent for Bentos and while it’s not her main focus, she does know how to make desserts. Speaks dryly but also very bluntly.

118th (The 1st Years of Middle School)

Kei Eizan

DoB: 5th of July I Son of Etsuya Eizan & Nene Kinokuni | Loves Video Games & Tigers | Dislikes Ties & The Scent of Coffee

Kei often has troubles with making a good first impressions as he’s rather grouchy or even aggressive at points and also makes usage of a very foul language. Not to mention the reputation attached to his surname. He does have a good heart however and an actual sense for justice, which shows in his friendship with the frequently bullied Ayano Mimasaka who he befriends and would protect at all costs.

Ayano Mimasaka

DoB: 30th of October I Daughter of Subaru Mimasaka & Nao Sadatsuka | Loves Lewis Carroll’s “Alice In Wonderland” & Sewing | Dislikes People Pulling her Braids & Physics Class

Ayano is a fairly eccentric but innocent, little girl who just happens to have a number of a bit more outlandish interests as well as a creepy laugh and the tendency to pop out of nowhere. She got heavily bullied in her life already just because many consider her weird and scary.

Not on Totsuki (because they’re too young yet)

Nino and Maja Aldini-Tadokoro (Twin-children of Isami and Megumi, little siblings of Hiroshi, Future part of the 119th Generation)

Takahiro Marui (Son of Zenji and Yuki, little brother of Chieko, Future part of the 119th Generation)

Kasumi Ibusaki (Daughter of Shun and Ryoko, little sister of Yasu, Future part of the 120th Generation)

Yoshiko Saito (Daughter of Somei and Momo, little sister of Kiyoko and Moe, Future part of the 120th Generation)

Not on Totsuki (for reasons I can’t get into now because it would be Spoilers for the Fanfic)

Yuu Tsukasa (left), Shouhei Tsukasa (right) and Tsubame Tsukasa (middle) - Children of Eishi Tsukasa and Rindou Kobayashi

Thank you for listening ;w; !

It’s still not complete...haha but we’re getting somewhere

#Shokugeki no Soma #Shokugeki no Kimiko Stuffz #Shokugeki no Souma

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pbandjesse · 5 years

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Today was a much better day. Emotionally I waa much happier. And that lead to a much better day.

I still wasnt thrilled to wake up. But I felt cute. And James made me a sandwich and packed me a muffin. Made me feel loved. But I didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to be home. But Marcus messaged me that he was staying home. So I could not. I needed to go. It would be good for me to be there with the kids.

I got the bus after a nice bike ride. And got to work on time. I spent the morning doing a little painting for our mural. And then down to see the kids.

Emotionally I could feel myself being better today. So when i had the kids sitting down for yoga, both little kids and big kids, I explained to them my feelings, and how I may have been harsh yesterday. And so i apologized. Because they should hear that adults can own up to mistakes and ackowlege bad days. And we had a good yoga time. The big kids enjoyed ballet. At least most of them. It was still nice.

Art time was fun. I walked around with Bob the lizard on my shoulder. Which freaked all the adults out and made the kids laugh. And we painted and me and Tiffany worked on cleaning the room. The kids who were done helped organize. We sorted paper by color for next weeks project. The youth workers washed containers and fixed up our water color pallets. It was a productive morning.

We had some good times in reading. Lunch was good. At recess poor Bre'Asia rolled over her foot on the skateboard and there were a lot of tears. But I talked her down. I felt bad that she got hurt but I felt proud that she calmed down and we got some ice and worked on some breathing. She was limping a little but she'll be okay.

First time with the big kids I decide we were finally actually going to do some math. Mostly because one of the boys had have jokingly complained that we had only done science Technology and Engineering. Fair. I'm not very good at math. But what I am good at is budgeting. So that's what we did.

I reduce the concept of Economics to the kids. What is an economy. And then we figure it out how someone survives everyday. I asked the kids if any of them ever had a job. I had someone who said that they had mowed lawns or shovel snow. So they were landscapers. We had people who were babysitters. We had someone who had sold something at a bake sale so they were Baker now. We also had trash collectors. Because that's something that I have discovered is a thing in Baltimore. People who pay kids in the neighborhood to clean up. And that's really nice. So I made up prices. Or salaries. We went by the hour first. But before they found out what the pay was they all had to pick a job. They got an index card and they had to write down one of those for jobs on their next car. I didn't want them to pick the job that pay the most. So my landscapers made the most. And my babysitter's made the least. Trash collectors were up there as well and Bakers had two different pay scales. You were either an owner or you work at the bakery. It was only a $5 difference.

Once they had all chosen that we had to figure out what our daily pay was. They took their hourly rate and they times 2 by 8. And then once they have that we had a big r weekly. So they times that by 5. And then we got to figure it out monthly. So we did it by 4. Lot of math.

Then we talked about once and needs. What is a want and what doesn't eat. I basically gave my speech that I give at The Company Store at the BMI. And then I signed prices two things. You spend $200 a month on food. You can spend $50 to $100 a month on clothing. And then you got to choose if you live in a house or apartment or mansion. You chose if you rented or owned. And then I told you how much you paid.

At the end are trash collectors had a good amount of money left over if they own to their house and only spent $50 a month on clothing. No one who had a mansion have any left over money. Most of them were negative $2,000. Whatever babysitters have $50 left over and one had five. It was really interesting to see how they would choose to spend to their needs budget and what they would have left over for a want. I think it kind of opened up their eyes a little bit and that was cool. But we didn't talk about taxes in our math. So we talked about what is attacks why do they take 35 to 45% of our paychecks. Talked about how it pays for public school and the roads and the fire department and homeless shelters and services. How taxes are not a bad thing even though they can feel annoying. Let me talk about minimum wage. I had all of the people that we're getting paid on our board at base level Maryland minimum wage and then it only went up from there. But then we talked about what federal minimum wages. How it hasn't changed since I had my first job in 2009. How even though they're talkin about raising it to $15 an hour it's going to have the same spending power as $7.25. And why that sucks.

People always complain that I never learned how to do a budget or pay taxes in school. Never really learned all taxes were. And I think that's fair. So it was good to be able to talk to my kids today even though they're only between the ages of 10 and 13. I think it was good for them to start thinking about it.

I went took my break after that. Mackenzie was very upset about something so she came inside with me. We both just laid on the couch has listen to her headphones. The day was over. I finished up with little kids. Handed out snacks. Cleaned the room. And then I took everyone downstairs to go home.

James texted me that the landlady for the apartment that we want finally got back to her. The holdup has been that his apartment is not answering her phone calls. She's trying to get some background information and get some contacts on him and they're just not answering. I'm not shocked because they don't seem to answer for anything. The hole-in-the-wall, leaking shower. Annoying but I think she is going to try one more time and if she doesn't hear anything back she's probably just going to go off of my stuff and jobs and things like that. And it's not definite but I think we have the apartment. I told James I'm not going to believe we have it until the keys are in my hand. And if we don't get it I'll be sad but that just means somewhere better is out there.

I took the bus home. I stopped for Chipotle. I got it without sour cream so that I could more easily packet for tomorrow on our field trip. I got back here and I ate my tacos. And packed away the food. I did some sewing. The quilt is almost finished. There's a couple places I'm going to have to hand sew because of where the beads are. But most of it's complete. I only cut myself on sewing needles four times today. I worked until my back hurt. And then I hung out for a bit.

James is at a dinner with all of his boyfriends. I hope he's having a good time. I had a panic because sweet peas mouth is still very swollen so I tried to give him a Benadryl and he started foaming at the mouth and crying and I thought he was choking it was really upsetting. But he's okay. I gave him some milk to get the taste out of his mouth. And I took a bath and tried to calm down. And now I'm going to work on my backpack for the field trip tomorrow. We are going to a ropes course. We're driving almost all the way to Virginia. I think. I'm not entirely sure where we're going. But I'm very excited. And it seems like only about half of our kids are actually coming so it maybe it'll just be like a nice chill day. Love a chill day.

So wish me luck. I am terribly afraid of heights so a Ropes Course in the trees is terrifying. But it'll be a good time. I love being in nature. But I love being with my kids. So it should be good. I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well. Be safe. Send Good Vibes.

#ootd #work #babe #selfie #art #in progress #kids art #camp #thursday

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aaravhoes · 5 years

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more sorvus hcs

im just so fucking soft for them my god

Corvus sending wholesome love memes to soren all the time and soren acting like those are really dumb but on the inside we all know that he’s a big big softie who loves it very much and smiles at it softly when he is all alone because dang it, his heart just goes whoosh thinking about the fact that corvus really loves him like that. (This is only if they had technology in that era though like this would be so soft)

Soren misses Corvus a lot when they are separated. They have a dorky but sweet and funny dynamic where they joke about things to each other but contrarily also break out into sweet chain of compliments in the middle. There’s a lot of “fixing each other’s hair” , soft smiles and blushes hiding behind their silly jokes and married couple tease routines. Soren generally misses that a lot when Corvus isn’t around.

Soren is finally so happy to get someone who understands his puns and tries to reciprocate them. Corvus is the type of guy to usually understand a pun and then give a sly laugh while replying with another related pun. It finally turns into a punception and soren and Corvus - both just continue to use their depleting amount of brain cells to make puns back and forth.

Soren usually exercises every morning and Corvus never does (and somehow still manages to stay fit god bless his metabolism) but he likes watching his boyfriend and making corny jokes about soren exercising. Soren Hates it but at the same time he feels like he can’t exercise properly without Corvus teasing him about it all morning.

Soren tried to braid corvus’ hair once. There was an attempt. He tried. It looked messy and Soren tried to make it all pretty by adding soft little yellow flowers in random places in Corvus’ hair. Corvus still loved it and he tried to stick a yellow flower behind Soren’s ear too but soren was like , “Nope, that’s not happening today.” After a lot of persuasion, Soren did finally agree with a sigh but he kept on complaining about how he looked like an idiot for the whole ten minutes that the flower was in his hair.

Corvus builds a zip line across two short rock cliffs with his chains since he knows Soren loves zipping and they eventually have this zip lining date where they’re both just youthful and screaming boys in the woods. They have a butter eating competition together and soren obviously wins since he already has so many years of training. (Extra : whenever soren wins , he makes it a point to rub it in corvus’ face and be like , “oh yeah? Who’s the winner now?” And corvus will be like , “it’s you babe. I know” and soren would just burst on the inside but still put up his confident armour and be like , “hmm mmh it’s me.”

Soren is the type of guy who basically bull shits about every constellation they see in the sky when they are star gazing on the rooftop of the castle at night. Corvus already knows about the constellations but he lets Soren spit out the lies about the fake names of these constellations anyways because he loves to hear Soren talk and act like an intellectual about the stars. He randomly threads his fingers together with Soren’s and kisses the back of Soren’s palm, bring it up to his lips and just smiling with a huge warmth on a cold night. It makes Soren stop talking for a while as he just gives this soft look , his stare resting on Corvus’ beautiful smile and he just wonders how he got linked with such a beautiful man like him.

Claudia teases them a heck ton about being so cheesy and exuding dumb energy. Corvus just has the awkward but mature barista kind of vibe and soren is purely chaotic and confident. Claudia can’t help but call Corvus a morosexual every chance she gets (cursed concept : soren has a shirt called moron and Corvus has a shirt called morosexual and that’s their matching couple outfit and they’re very proud of it)

They adopt as many dogs as possible because they love dogs and Corvus was kind of meh and did not get the vibe towards them at first but when they adopted their first dog, that was it. Corvus fell in love. He would even go as far as to inform Soren that he loved the dog more than he loved Soren. Soren was proud of his achievement of making Corvus fall entirely in love with dogs.

They play just dance together. That’s it. Imagine how cute it is.

I’m crying they’ve kinda stolen my heart and soren was being so soft with him please anyways I hope y’all enjoyed goodbye here’s me thinking about them ,,,, (also english is my third language and I wrote this in fifteen minutes ah so hope all the mistakes would be forgiven)

#sorvus #soren #tdp soren #tdp corvus #corvus #coren #tdp sorvus #soren x corvus #soft #beautiful #hhh pls let them be canon i will cry #gay #might i also add how adorable they would be with each other hm #hmmm

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sunflowerstrays · 6 years

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you make me laugh // mark tuan

anon requested this: Can I request a scenario where YN is got7s mark gf, and the member tease her because she is from England and has a British accent. If possible can you make YN like famous too, maybe like the lead singer of a British band, idk but yeah

mark tuan x reader.

words: 2k.

genre: fluff, crack.

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Mark and you had been dating for two years now, but had known each other for the majority of your lives

And two say you two were inseparable was an odd phrase because you definitely spent most of your time apart from each other

but when you were together you were joined at the hip, refusing to spend time apart

and because of this you spent a lot of time with the other got7 members

who all loved you to death because you definitely brought the best out of Mark

but your adorable British accent also humoured them to their death beds

the worst case that has ever happened with your voice was when you had all gone out for a meal to celebrate the success of got7′s new album

and you had tried to reply to a savage comment from Yugyeom about your new music style

but your voice had cracked as you had turned slightly shrill and this meant that the British accent messed up all the Korean pronunciations

and you’d never seen seven boys laugh quite so much in your life

to the point that even Jaebum, who could often keep a stone facade and remain stoic in these situations couldn’t control himself and was red in the face

you had just hidden your face in Mark’s arm as he patted your thigh and laughed hard with his friends

that incident aside

the boys mostly loved your accent

they thought it was absolutely adorable and wouldn’t change it for the world

even if it meant that when they arrived in England they would do their best to butcher the accent

just like they were doing now as the met you at the airport

because you were the lead singer of the British band, The Sun

and were kicking off of a week of stadium performances tomorrow night

and somehow this lined up perfect with some of the boys holiday time, so they had decided to come and visit you on some of your tour nights

and experience “British culture, the very best of it” ~ Youngjae, 2018

little did they know that British culture mostly consisted of rain, awkward smiles with strangers on the subway and an unhealthy amount of tea

yet as you stood at the arrival entrance for international flights you were beginning to think this whole plan was shambolic

because Jackson was pointing out a million things to Yugyeom and Youngjae, speaking the English name for it, but doing so in the worst accent possible

and you could here the old couple beside you muttering about how annoying today’s youth were

“y/n!”

Mark practically leapt from the other side of the room to your side, embracing you in the biggest hug and swallowing you in the smells of air-planes

you were too happy to see him to care that he was messing up your hair you had made such an effort on today

and hugged him back so tightly, wishing that in another universe, the two of you would have all the time in the world to spend together

because it had been almost two months since the two of you had last seen each other in person and you weren’t sure how long the next length of time would be

but for now you were just happy to see him back

following Mark was Jinyoung and Bambam, both of them screaming hello at you from the place were Mark had taken off

running at you at the speed of light before barrelling into you with the biggest hug

the couple beside you just anxiously shuffled backwards as they saw how big the group were, giving you the dirtiest looks

“British culture,” you introduced to the boys in Korean, making the three of them laugh hysterically

Youngjae and Jaebum appeared next, testing their English skills by making as much conversation in their adorably broken English as possible

which involved something along the lines of “Mark very excited to see you” and “how is this accent?”

you couldn’t help but tear at up how adorable Youngjae’s accent was, it was clear he was trying his best

then the three evil kids showed up, hugging you tightly and literally carrying you through the airport until Mark sulked that he wanted to hold your hand, and they dropped you before staring around at them

“so much British!” Youngjae had squealed as you walked past an over priced souvenir store that was drowning in cheesy British souvenirs

Mark had just rolled his eyes as the boys all wandered inside, asking you how to say a multitude of different things

ranging from bus to telephone box to Big Ben

and everytime you said something they would start giggling because of the accent, before trying to say it themselves

and you best believe Jackson and Bambam were having the time of their lives

eventually Mark and you manoeuvred the boys out of the store and towards the mini-bus you had had to order because the seven boys were a large number as it was, and with them came countless amounts of luggage

you sat in the aisle seat with Mark at the window as you drove through London to the hotel the eight of you were staying at with the rest of your group

who were all fairly excited to meet the boys

despite none of them knowing a word of Korean

the boys were trying to read as many signs as possible as you drove past, giggling to themselves like the children they were

but Mark and you were lost in your own little world

catching up on two months of not seeing each other by somehow cuddling in the cramped mini-bus and sharing inside jokes

or blushing deeply when ever one of the boys would call you two out for sharing a kiss

eventually the bus arrived at the hotel and this meant that the boys were all super hyped for a day touring London

the seven of them, as usual, were dressed to impress

meaning that amongst the young in their track suits and the professionals in their suits, they stuck out like a sore thumb with their heavily influenced fashion sense

but you didn’t really mind because hanging out with got7 was destined to make you stand out anyway

the underground was quite the interesting experience

with you holding both Mark and Youngjae’s hand at the same time, whilst Mark kept his eyes on Bambam and Yugyeom who were sat at the window waving at the strangers on the platform

and you almost left Jackson on a train into the heart of the city

but you showed them the classic tourist spots

and took them to your favourite small restaurant in the city where you had taken Mark the first time he came home with you

the whole time you were attached to Mark

and no matter how much Youngjae would tug you to look at the big bridges dotted along the Thames, Mark refused to let go

not that you were complaining because time spent with Mark was the most important thing in the world to you

eventually the day came to a close and you were heading back to the hotel

the six younger boys were deciding to find somewhere to eat after you giving them a long list of recommendations all day

but Mark and you opted for your hotel room and room service instead

once the two of you got there it involved changing into lazy clothes and cuddling on the bed

looking out of the open hotel window and just watching the world go by

and chatting about nothing

with the occasional make out sessions here and there

and honestly it was the best thing

because it made the endless months apart worth waiting out

because then these stolen moments in time were even more special to you

the second day of the trip was spent travelling around the city still, but you had to leave the boys early to go and practise for your show tonight

you were so terrified for performing not only because it was a stadium tour

but it was the first time you were performing in front of Mark live and the thought of disappointing him was what urged you to push harder

the girl group you were in weren’t the initially thought pop group that had been assumed of you when you had started

but rather you wrote all of your songs yourselves, and produced them, chose the music video design and created the dances

and had a much more chill and laid back vibe to your music

which is why Mark had loved your group even more because it was totally his style of music

and your voice sent shivers down his spine every time he heard it

tonight the boys were sitting VIP for you, but in a separate sections to save the risk of any fans spotting them

you could just see the seven of them chatting from the side of the stage before you were going to perform

and this made you even more terrified than you thought possible

but here you were and there was no sending them back to Korea now

the tour kicked off amazingly well

and somehow you managed to get through the first half of the show without messing up any lyrics or choreography, and none of your members had started their usual rants which was a huge bonus

during the half time break fans were given a chance to grab drinks and such whilst you changed backstage

but before you could run back on stage Mark had tackled you in a huge hug and was kissing your cheeks with watery eyes

“I love my talented queen of a girlfriend”

“Mark stop you’ll make me cry on stage”

eventually the security guards had to lead Mark back to where he was supposed to be sitting because you had like thirty seconds to run back on stage

the second half of the concert as well was incredible

and the group finished on a high note with fans cheering for you incessantly

and to say that the concert went well would be an understatement

Mark and the boys somehow snuck backstage to meet you and were wrestling verbally with the security guards to let them stay

and you just rolled your eyes and asked if they could stay

so they were all cramped into your dressing room whilst you had your makeup removed, chatting excitedly about the performance

and whilst you had to go next door to change they were still heard through thick walls

and when you were finally released into the night Mark refused to leave your side all night

even more so than usual

keeping you on his lap in the hotel room and kissing your head softly as you were falling asleep, knowing that you’d now have a whole week of this tiredness

not that you minded because you would do anything for Mark

and his wild band members

even if they were nuisances most of the time and dedicated all their spare moments to mocking you for your accent and girl group performances

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oof idk if this is what you really wanted butttt it felt better to write it as a bullet list bc i could write a lot more if you know what i mean. however i hope you enjoy and i realise that i write so much for mark that it looks like he’s my actual bias rather than my biggest bias wrecker :)))))

requests are open <3

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arigathanksgozaimuch · 6 years

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mr. and mrs. jung.

genre: romance? character/s: president! jung jaehyun x first lady! oc x other nct members. overview: behind every successful man is a great woman. word count: 1594. warnings: hints about dirty politics.

[A/N]: Heavily inspired by @kaepop-trash’s Ambition series (which everyone should check out because politician! jaehyun is a concept I live for) and the Marcos regime.

At 6 a.m. sharp, six uniformed guards on duty stand by the entrance of the building. Their gazes are fixed straight ahead, past the white marble fountain. As per protocol, if they notice anything unusual or suspicious, like an unfamiliar car parked across the street or a man jogging around the same perimeter for the nth time that day, they are required to report to the next set of guards scattered outside the gates. Nothing is quite out of the ordinary today, as usual. Even if there was, the guards’ arms being crossed behind them are there for a reason. Hidden behind their crisp uniforms and strapped over their shoulders, a gold AK-47 – locked, loaded, and ready to shoot – is within reach.

From blocks away, a long line of five consecutive buses filled to bursting with rowdy elementary students approach. This doesn’t escape the attention of the first line of defense, but the man in charge waves them off and lets them pass. The House has been expecting them. Once the buses have been maneuvered to park on a vacant lot a street away from the seat of government, the children come filing out in queues, only to be greeted by Kim Doyoung, the head of the House Visitors Office. He had been handpicked by the First Lady herself for this particular job because of the refreshing and youthful vibe he gives off, as well as his overall friendly image. He was a representation of the image that this government has been trying to keep up.

After the initial greetings and a little getting-to-know, Doyoung leads the group towards the House. The children and their teachers seem to be more excited than intimidated at the row of guards waiting by the entrance. As they go up the stairs leading to the north wing entrance, Doyoung thinks he heard someone murmuring about the guards’ change in weapons – from the old 9 mm Beretta they used to carry to the imported arms they carry now – but he pays it no mind. If anyone asks, however, the answer would be simple: that it was what the Lady wanted.

Past the doors and the velvet ropes, he gives the group a general overview of the tour they were going to have. First, there’s the Kim Exhibit, where all the wax figures of the past presidents were. This was supposed to be the last destination of the tour, but the Lady insisted it to be the first. “To avoid comparisons between the present and the past,” she explained. And whatever the Lady wanted, the Lady got.

The next few destinations are standard: the different offices in the House (including the Vice President’s), the West Wing (where all the portraits of the First Families were), the House Library (which was, admittedly, Doyoung’s favorite), and the South Wing (where all the Cabinet meetings take place). Along the way, they meet several senators, whom the kids only appreciate because they’re familiar faces on TV and not because they run the Legislative. They also run into some of the presidential staff. Nakamoto Yuta, one of Doyoung’s close colleagues, even offers to join him for the tour and gives tidbits of information about his job as the House Director for Communications. Like Doyoung and a hundred other employees, Yuta was specifically and personally chosen for the job, which he does excellently, judging by the media’s lack of bad things to say and write about the President since the start of his term.

Once the group reaches his department, Yuta bids them farewell, but he continues watching them go on with the tour until only the students at the back of the line were visible. He is about to head to his office when the main doors burst open and in come the familiar faces of the President’s bodyguards. With the number of escorts he has, Yuta teases that Jaehyun might as well be the President of the world. To which, as with anything else, Jaehyun replies with an amused chuckle.

He hears them before he sees them, and from where he was standing, he could hear the Lady laughing. As soon as they come into view, hand in hand as always, Yuta speaks first. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the devil in high heels.”

She only snorts in response. It was no secret that the Lady loved her high heels – stilettos, pumps, wedges, platforms, you name it. “Good morning to you, too.”

“Good morning,” Jaehyun echoes from her left as he runs his fingers through his locks. His hair is a perfectly tousled mop the color of chocolate which, when combined with his dimpled smile and a pinstripe tailored suit, all add to the charisma that won him the seat.

“Some kids from school are having their tour with Doyoung at the moment,” Yuta says. “You might want to avoid traffic.”

And then the man disappears into his office without another word.

The Lady turns to her husband and gives his hand a little squeeze. “Can we come see them? It’ll just be for a minute.”

He gives her a slight nod. “Okay, but not for too long. I have a Cabinet meeting in fifteen.”

After murmuring a few instructions to the guards, they set on their way to look for the touring group. The search didn’t take long, however, because before the minute mark, the couple finds the group in the South Wing. Doyoung is in the middle of a passionate speech about the general agenda of Cabinet meetings when he catches sight of Jaehyun. His gaze is soon followed by a couple of others, until all the teachers are gasping in surprise and the children are once again amazed after seeing a person they only see on TV up close and personal.

The President, holding his First Lady closely behind him as he strode towards where Doyoung was standing, greets everyone a pleasant good morning before engaging in small talk. The Lady’s mind, however, is elsewhere. Seeing endless pairs of blinking wide eyes on small faces sends her into another bout of baby fever. She’s been constantly preoccupied by thoughts of having children recently, and if she had ignored them before, she entertains them now.

Sure, she has talked to Jaehyun about kids before, but that was when they were still in college, on the first few months they’ve been dating. Back then, she was sure it was just a phase, something couples into their honeymoon phase go through, because when they both entered law school, thoughts about having their own family were pushed aside to make room for more practical things like case studies and term papers. When she started working for a firm and Jaehyun first entered into politics as a city councilor, thoughts about the future included marriage and moving in together, but not kids. As soon as those two were accomplished, talks about having babies were rare, because Jaehyun was running for city governor. She was asked about it several times during Jaehyun’s campaign for the senatorial position, and eventually during his campaign for presidency, but she continued to dodge the questions like she was tiptoeing around glass shards. She only started entertaining these kinds of thoughts after Jaehyun was inaugurated into office and she was looking at the portraits of the past First Families.

Jaehyun squeezes her hand, as if to pull her away from her thoughts, and gives her a small smile, as if he had been thinking of the same thing. “Soon, baby,” he says, giving her a peck on the side of her head. “Soon.”

From the corner of her eye, she could see Doyoung roll his eyes at them. “If the President and his First Lady are done being all lovey dovey, they can bid their farewells to our students now. This is the last destination for their tour,” he announces loudly for everyone to hear.

To him, he’s just teasing two close friends who act like old high school sweethearts. To everyone else, if the staff can joke around with the president and his wife like that, then they must be the most down-to-earth political figures to ever grace their country. She isn’t sure if Doyoung did it knowingly, but it nevertheless contributes to her job of maintaining the image and reputation they have.

“Can’t they visit the Executive Office too?” she asks, although she knew that the answer was up to her, anyway. The Lady peels herself away from her husband’s grip and goes to Doyoung’s side, accompanied by two bodyguards.

With Doyoung leading the way to the president’s private office, she finds an excuse to entertain her baby fever and spend more time with the children. At the same time, she fuels the adults’ adoration of the type of government that she and her husband run – one where the President is an intelligent, charming man who has nothing but the best intentions for the country, and his First Lady a woman of elegance who is willing to break a few government protocols for the children (because, after all, the children are our future). Together, they are more like young newlyweds who are currently looking into starting their own family than a power-hungry couple who plans world domination behind closed doors.

The children enter the office with pure, unabashed glee. Although this extra destination meant a reschedule of everything he had planned for the day, Doyoung doesn’t complain. After all, what the Lady wants, the Lady gets.

The President may be running the country, but the Lady runs the House.

#jaehyun scenarios #nct scenarios #nctwork #nct #jung jaehyun #jaehyun #nct writing #nct writers #nct u #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 #nct u scenarios

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bugheadjones-the-third · 7 years

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Title: Civil War Summary: Based on the Bughead Pillow Fight photo for EW— Even if he’s a South Side Serpent and she’s the Perfect Girl Next Door, neither Betty nor Jughead will give up on a pillow fight. A/N: It’s finally here! It took me some time because of my studies, but now it’s finally ready! It’s meant to be a cute, funny one like some of my fics, but this time, I’m leaving a hint regarding the theme for my very first multi chap! I’m so excited!!! Well, hope you enjoy this, and please, tell me what you think! . read it on AO3 . . .

When it comes to movies, there is just no joking around with Jughead Jones.   If there is one thing Betty admires and loves about her boyfriend, it’s certainly his passion for the 7th art. His devotion to the stories played on big screens, the strange connection he has with the classics and his broad knowledge of castings and directors are things she finds incredibly beautiful to see in a boy his age. The title of cinephile suits him perfectly, and the fact that he can watch the same movie over and over again just to prove a point— no matter how irrelevant it may seem to others— is one of the things that defines his personality the most.   She remembers how he made Archie watch the Breakfast Club at least three times, so their ginger friend could understand the true depth of the title. Whenever Don’t You Forget About Me started playing, she remembers the smile that spread across his face, and she swears she could watch the whole movie again just to see that smile. She remembers this and so many other occasions, where the same thing happened only with other movies. and if she has to be honest, she always thought that his determination was quite endearing.   That is, until today.   It’s Friday night, Alice, Hal and Polly are out, but instead of enjoying their youth and going to the Bijou’s for a double feature of Moly Ringwald movies; they’re both in her pink room, splayed around her bed, with sodas and an empty bowl of popcorn resting on her nightstand. Psycho is playing on her small TV, and the sound of the rain outside is the only thing invading what could be called their lovers’ nest. Normally, she wouldn’t complain about that at all. Any chance of spending some time with him and classic movies is always very well appreciated, especially after he moved to the South Side.

This could be a really great opportunity for them to forget about all the drama happening in Riverdale, but—   “Tell me why we’re watching Psycho again, Jug?”

  “We?” He lifts an eyebrow, sarcastically, as Marion Crane asked the cop why she should show him her driver’s license. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Betty. I’m clearly the only one who has watched this movie before.”   A pout crosses her lips, as she turns her eyes to slightly glare at him. He feels her gaze burning into the back of his head, yet, he did nothing, not taking his eyes off the movie. If there is one thing Betty should’ve never told her boyfriend, it’s that she has never watched the black and white version of Psycho. It’s not like she minds black and white movies — in fact, she loves them —, but it’s not her fault that she used to prefer the colored versions as a child. This is by far one of her top 10 movies, but right now, with a killer on the loose and with all the things going on around Riverdale, she was just not in the mood for that kind of movie. Couldn’t they have just watched Ferris Bueller’s Day Off instead? “Is it so wrong to have watched the colored version?”   “Of course not.” He continued, as the driving scenes went on and on in the background.   “Then why can’t we go to the Bijou?”   “Because, my dear, innocent Betty… You have only watched the colored version. And everyone knows that Psycho is supposed to be watched in black and white.”   “But why, though? Give me one good reason for it, Jug.”   “Oh my god, Betts! Hitchcock would be offended! Psycho is a black and white classic of the American cinema and its iconic scenes were perfectly designed for that kind of image. It gives out a mysterious vibe, and it’s just brilliant!” He continues, clearly getting excited as all the reasons cross his mind. There’s a proud expression ruling his face, and while they discuss the matter, Norman Bates is happily showing his collection of dead animals to his guest, who doesn’t seem that entertained. “Besides, the shower scene is way scarier in black and white. I bet you’re gonna scream as much as Janet Leigh did while recording that part.”   “I truly doubt that… I’ve seen this movie many times already, and I don’t think I’ll ever scream because of the shower scene.” There’s a smirk on her face now, as she snuggles closer to him.   “Wanna bet?”   “Are you asking me if I want to win?”   “If you win, we can even do a Julie Andrews’ session.”   “Oh, It’s definitely on, Jug.” She smirks, biting her lower lip.   “Hn, you’re too confident for a girl who screamed watching American Werewolf.” He smirks back, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and bringing her even closer. His fingers caress her soft skin, and they soon return to a comfortable silence as their eyes are focused on the screen.   A smile settles on their lips as the psychopath makes his way back to the spooky house. Even if she doesn’t want to admit it, Betty knows now that Jughead really has a point regarding the effect caused by the lack of colors in the movie. There’s this noir aura enveloping the characters, and the shadows around the characters are somehow deeper and darker than when she first watched it.   Her green eyes are now glued to the screen as Marion works on some numbers regarding her money. This scene in black and white is just so hypnotic and mysterious, and before she knows it, Betty feels as if she’s watching Psycho for the first time in her life. She’s not afraid—far from that— but she can feel the Hitchcock thrill taking over her body and sending shivers down her spine. Norman’s eyes are boring holes into her soul, and soon, she catches herself holding her breath as the bathroom scene starts.   Oh, god— she thinks, biting her lower lip in pure anxiety. The whiteness of the image shows off all the details of the bathroom, creating the perfect contrast. Her satin robe falling to the floor is so delicate and fast, and soon after that, the camera moves to face her, as the water soaks her naked body.   The angle of the camera changes again, and now, when her short, blonde hair is already glued to her head, a dark shadow comes up behind her. It makes no sound and it seems a lot more mysterious than when she first watched the movie. Betty can feel her bones getting colder under her skin, and she suddenly feels the need to scream for Marion to turn around. The classic, background music is creating an exciting tension, and when the curtain is finally pulled—   “AHH!”   Her voice echoes around the entire house and she practically jumped from her spot. Her scream gets mixed with the movie, but instead of a psychopath dressed in his mother’s clothes, Betty’s scream was caused by hands sneaking under her shirt and touching her waist in an abrupt movement. Her eyes widened, her breath is stuck in her throat, and her heart is racing as she hears the accusatory laughter of her boyfriend. Jughead’s eyes are closed, his hands are hugging his stomach and his face is getting redder with every second, as he can’t seem to stop laughing at his girlfriend’s reaction to the oldest, scary trick in the book.   What a silly girl, he thinks.   And oh— she’s definitely mad right now.   “I cannot believe you did this!” Betty starts, her chest moving up and down frantically, as she runs her fingers through her loose, golden locks. They’re now sitting apart from each other, and her eyes are still holding that glare.   “Y-You said you wouldn’t get scared.“ He starts, wiping a tear that managed to slip from his eye. “But you looked like a scaredy cat now, Betty. And I’ve just won our bet.”   “That’s not fair! You made me scream, not the movie.”  “Technically, you screamed during the shower scene, so…” He smirks, moving his eyebrows in a teasing way. “I won the bet.”   “Oh, you’re such a child, Jughead Jones!” She states, pouting childishly as the smirk stays on his face. “And stop smirking like that!” She grabs her white pillow, hitting him with it and making a soft, stuffy sound.   “Hey!” He says, defending himself from the powerful pillow attack, still smirking. “Who are you calling a child, child? You’ve just hit me with a pillow!”   “Yes, I did.” She hits him again, the pillow now hitting his arm. "And I’ll keep doing it until you admit you've cheated.”   “Are you looking for a pillow fight, Elizabeth?” He smirks, his hand already reaching for the weapon he had been resting his head on for the past 40 minutes.   The corner of her lips slowly lifts in a challenging way, and right now, both of the teens know that there’s no turning back anymore. “Yes, I am, Forsythe. And if you don’t wanna be humiliated, you should just—”   Her voice was abruptly interrupted by a pillow hitting her straight in the face. Her hair is now falling over her eyes and as soon as she sees his proud face, Betty Cooper’s competitive side takes over.   It’s definitely on.   It doesn’t take more than five seconds before the two children turn her perfect room into a war zone. Pillows are on the flour, plush toys are already hiding under the bed and feathers are spread around the entire place. It’s like the adults’ civil war, where she’s from the North, he’s from the South, but unlike Riverdale, they’re not fighting because they’re standing in different sides of the tracks in a small town, no. Instead, they fight because of a bet over the most iconic scene of black and white cinema.   And no matter how they looked at it, their reason to fight made a lot more sense in their young, brave heads.   For the following 20 minutes they have been aiming at each other’s arms and bellies, and never before had a fight been so much fun. Both Betty and Jughead are kneeling on her mattress, each of them holding a cushioned weapon. Smirks are plastered on their faces, and she’s sure that if her mother walked in to see that scene, she would probably think her perfect daughter had snapped.   And maybe, she did.   “You’re not winning this, Jughead!” She smiles, feeling her stomach jumping in childish happiness. “I have the advantage of the field!”   “Poor, innocent Betty.” He smiles, too, his dark waves now a mess after Betty managed to hit his crown shaped beanie from his head. “I grew up with a little sister. There’s no way you’re beating me.”   “I’ll show you what I'm made of, Jones.”   “Bring it on, Cooper!”   Even if she first decided to let him be the one to attack, Betty decides to give up on that strategy and just follow her instincts. The blonde charges her pillow attack, and when she finally unleashes it, something unexpected happens. Jughead is hit. She was waiting for him to dodge that— since he basically dodged her attacks during the entire fight— and that’s why her eyes widen when the fluffy material hits his belly, sending him straight to the floor. Her ears capture his voice screaming in surprise, followed by the sound of his body hitting the carpet, and right now, the Cooper girl just doesn’t know what to do.   Did she win?   Did she really hit him hard enough to send him to the ground?   Did she hurt him?   Betty doesn’t know. Her chest is moving fast due to her erratic breathing, and her heart shaped lips are slightly parted. “Oh god! Jughead? Are you okay?” Slowly, her hands clutch tighter around the pillow, and her heart starts beating even faster. She’s waiting for his response and for the sight of his head shooting up like a marmot, but nothing happens. “Come on, Jug. This is not funny…" Silence takes over the entire room, and all the happiness that was taking over her senses seconds ago, is now gone and replaced by a sudden concern.   She’s biting her lower lip now, and all the worse scenarios start playing in her head as she approaches the edge of her bed. He was probably caught off guard by her attack and fell on the ground, eventually hitting his head. Something inside her tells her that as soon as she looks at her carpet, she will find a pool of blood— his blood— and the lifeless body of her boyfriend over it. Betty just can’t believe she killed him with a pillow, and soon, tears start pooling around her eyes as a result of losing the love of her life.   “Jug?” Her voice is shaking now in fear, and she's afraid of looking past her bed. Betty swallows dry, and now, as she stands just a few inches away from a possibly bloody scene, she knows she’s screwed up. She killed him— of course she did it— and now life will be sad, boring and less sarcastic without Jughead Jones the Th—   A thump breaks her line of thought, making her close her eyes for a moment in pure reflex as something soft hits her face. A second later, her green eyes are widened, her lips parted and the Jones boy is looking at her from the floor, his head leaning over his closed hand. The boy is laying casually on the floor, with a smirk on his face, and right now, Betty doesn’t know whether she’s relieved or really mad at him for playing with her like that.   “Have I ever told you how cute you look when you’re worried about me?”   Oh, she’s definitely mad.   “You big, fat, jer-“   “Betty! Language!”   There’s fire in her eyes now, and with puffed cheeks, Betty throws herself back on the bed. She’s doing her best not to scream her anger out, not bothering to offer him any help or comfort as he stands up, laughing, as his fingers run through his raven locks. His eyes immediately drift to her, as she has her back pressed against the mattress, her golden hair splayed around, as her hand rests on her forehead. His eyes examine his girlfriend, and even if there’s a bit of guilt inside him, he can’t help but think how cute she looks right now.   Even when she’s mad and even after they just finished a pillow fight, Elizabeth Cooper is still extremely beautiful.   But simply stating that won’t change the fact that he has to bring a smile back to her face.   “Betts…” He starts, his knees making contact with her bed. She feels his weight molding the mattress underneath them, and even though she’s doing her best to avoid his eyes, Betty can’t fully avoid him now that he’s leaning over her, his arms placed on either side of her body to support him. His face is mere inches away from hers, and she can feel his hot breath brushing her cheek. “Are you still mad?”   “Shut up…” She pouts, doing her best not to look into his greenish, blue eyes.   “Oh, come on.“ He leans down, closer to her. “I was joking.”   “I thought you were really hurt.”   “Hurt? Betts, you hit me with a pillow.”   “So what?” Her cheeks were puffed, and right now, as he says it out loud, Betty has to admit that the whole thing does sound a bit silly. “Something could’ve happened. You could’ve hit your head, passed out or even cut your forehead.”   “Yeah, right… If something like that happened, Alice Cooper would probably kill me for staining the carpet.” A chuckle escapes her lips, as she imagines the scene in her head. Her mother would certainly explode if there was a blood stain on her carpet, and she wouldn’t even need to think twice before blaming the boy.   “Yeah… Maybe.”   “Is that a chuckle I hear, Betty?” He smirks, and she can tell it even without looking at him.   “Oh, shut up…” She smirks, finally looking at him. His dark locks are falling forward, and she can smell the inebriating scent of his shampoo. His eyes are as soft and as beautiful as ever, and his body hovering over hers is just too distracting. Apparently, the Cooper girl just can’t stay mad at him for longer than five minutes, even if he just scared her to death.   And for that, Jughead is more than thankful.   “You know… You’re terrible at being mad.” He leans in even closer, their lips almost brushing.   “I know… But…” She smiles, lifting her head up a little. When she finally feels his lips against hers, the Cooper girl grips her pillow and softly hits his head, barely making him move from his spot.   “What the—“   His eyes widen a bit, but before Jughead can even think about planning a counter attack, her hands cup his cheeks and she pulls him closer into a soft, sweet kiss. They breath in, their lips still touching and softly, she whispers. “I guess I’m the winner, after all.”   Her voice sends shivers down his spine, and suddenly, it’s like there’s a knot in his gut. His throat goes dry, his heart is beating faster, and as she looks at him with those gorgeous, lustful eyes, Jughead knows that, no matter what he does, he already lost everything to her.   He lost the fight, he lost his mind and he certainly lost his heart to the perfectly imperfect girl beneath him.   “Should I give you a prize, then?” He says, kissing her neck as his hand slowly starts to slip under her shirt.   “I’ve been waiting the whole night, Forsythe Jones.”   Oh, Elizabeth Cooper… You really are the winner.

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kpophostage · 7 years

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Glamour and Danger 03

Hey guys. Here is part 3 of the Jin Mafia Au. Hope you enjoy it. Sorry for the long wait.

Glamour and Danger : 01 02

“You’re items are already paid for Miss.”

You blinked at the cashier who refused the cash in your hand. You brows furrowed. This has been happening all week, and honestly it’s getting a bit tedious. At first, you were thrilled about not having to pay for simple items. By now, though, you were an independent woman who worked hard for money so that you can afford things - this was getting out of hands. “Paid for?” You questioned. “By who?” You closed your hands around the crumpled bills.

“Some guy came in and insisted on paying for all of your items,” the cashier explained. He looked behind you to the growing line of customers. “It’s not everyday you someone buys your groceries. I wouldn’t question it if I were you.”

“Right, okay.” You took the hint to hurry out of the way. “Thank you, have a nice day.”

You carry two bags of groceries out of the store when you noticed a man leaning against the building, right next to the automatic doors. His eyes are crinkled as he laughs at something on his phone. His face is familiar, but you can’t quite place where you have seen him before.

Once he noticed your stare on him, his posture straightened and his smile disappeared. His youthful look is replaced with something more serious as he gazed around the immediate surroundings with extreme focus. It was as if he was searching for even the most tiniest detail of anything strange.

That was when you finally realized where you had seen him before. He was the other man that stood besides Jin when he had been arguing with Namjoon at the club after your first meeting. You narrowed your eyes at him as you approached him with determination.

He looks startled for a brief second when you stand directly in front of him before he smirked at you. “Can I help you miss?”

“You paid for my groceries,” you stated as you crossed your arms.

He scoffed. “I did not pay for your things. Why would I do that?” He clicked his tongue as he leaned back against the wall.

“Okay, let me rephrase that. Your boss paid for my groceries.” You chuckled when you got no response at that. “Your boss has paid for every purchase I made in the past week.” You head tilted to the side. “Are you following me?”

“Look, Y/N, it’s would be best if you forgot that you ever saw me. I meant to already be hidden by the time you left the store but I saw this cute video of a puppy. And if Jin knew I got caught because of puppy videos, I’ll would lose my job...probably an eyeball to depending on what mood he's in. He’d so be like ‘I’ll gouge your eyes out so you can’t watch puppy videos. Maybe you’ll be able to do your job then.” He watched as your jaw dropped, horrified. “Oh no! I was joking. Jin isn’t that twisted. He’ll just yell at me to do my job better - might even ground me as if he’s my mother.”

“Stop following me,” you weakly snapped as you took a step back.

“I can’t do that.”

“Why is he so interested me?”

“I wish I knew.”

“I haven’t seen him in a week.”

He tilted his head at that. “He’s busy. There has been a bit of a problem lately. Want me to tell him that you miss him?”

“No.” You grimaced. “I would rather that he’d leave me alone.” You turned around to start walking to your apartment before stopping and facing him again. “Are you going to follow me home?”

“Yes.”

“What’s your name?”

“You have a lot of questions.” He laughed. “I go by J Hope.”

You stretched out your arms towards him, the grocery bags hanging in your hands. He confusedly takes them out of your hand as he watched you swiftly spin back around. “If you’re going to stalk me, you might as well carry my things.”

J Hope had complained about you not inviting him in when you both arrived at your apartment. You shooed him off after taking the bags off of him. You figured that since he had been following you for a week now, he should have found a comfortable spot to surveillance the apartment - there’s no need to switch it up now.

“But why do I need to be watched?” You had asked yourself as you put the food away.

“The kid called,” Suga stated as he walked into Jin’s office. Jin sat behind his desk, eating a burger. Suga raised his eyebrow as he watched him take a huge bite. “I thought you said you were dieting.” He sat down in the seat in front of him.

“I’m stress eating. We have a snitch. It’s been a week and we still haven’t figured out who it is.” Jin wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Did he have any news on who it could have been?” He smacked Suga’s hand as he tried to reach over to take a handful of fries off of his plate.

“No. But he did mention that Namjoon should do a little bit of spring cleaning at the office. Feds plan on bring him down for some questioning and they might do some snooping.”

“They have a warrant?” Jin eyes widened. “On what grounds?”

“The Al Capone kind. They’re trying to pin you down with tax evasion because nothing else sticks.” Suga rolled his eyes.

Jin nodded as he reached over to grab his phone. He stopped halfway when he realizes that his fingers were covered in grease and wipes his hands off. “I’ll call Namjoon to let him know.”

“I already did.”

Jin’s shoulders relaxed. “You are so efficient. Why can’t the others be like you?”

Suga ignored the comment. “Why don’t you go visit your girl? You’ve been working too hard.”

“She’ll only stress me out more. All she wants to do is argue with me.” Jin sighed. “She’s just so pretty and soft. All I want to do is pamper her but she won’t let me.”

“Is she intimidated by the job?”

“She doesn’t even know what I do!” Jin scoffed.

“Everyone knows what you do. Your face is plastered all over the news these days. And the media loves to talk about the possible connections you have with BTS.”

“You’re right. They have been talking about me a lot recently.” Jin leaned back into his leather seat. He scooted half of his burger and the rest of his fries towards Suga who dug in immediately. “Jimin has been slacking. Tell him that he needs to wrap up this media circus. It’s been going on for too long.”

Suga nodded his head. “He probably has a whole closet full of celebrities’ skeletons that can deflect attention from you.”

With your new promotion, you no longer worked down in the reception lobby. Instead you had been moved up to the reception room in front of Namjoon’s office. You were now his personal assistant - or glorified secretary. You mostly put together his schedule of appointments and planned the meetings he wanted.

“I need you to take these files and leave.” A thick pack of manila file flops on top of your desk. You looked away from the email you were currently writing and at the files in confusion.

“Take them where?” You questioned.

Namjoon stared down at you, his jaw clenched and his hair a mess as if he had been pulling on it all day. “Anywhere, just take them and get out of the building. If you get stopped on your way out don’t tell anyone that you’re my assistant. V was supposed to come by earlier to pick them up but he got held up somewhere.”

“What’s going on?”

Namjoon sighed before grabbing your purse and placing the files inside. “Just do as I say. You can take the rest of the day off. Someone will pick up the files from you later.” He grabbed your cardigan that is hanging on the hook in your office. “But you need to go now, before things go down.”

His urgency finally broke you resolve as you stood up to take your cardigan. “Okay, fine. But I’ll be asking questions later.” You grabbed your cardigan out of his hands and picked up your purse.

“Detective Jeon, is the warrant ready?” A hand clasped around the Detective’s shoulder, startling him as his attention was placed on the text message he was sending out. He slid his phone into his pocket as he looked over at his partner. “The squad is ready to be sent out.”

“Yeah. We’re all clear.” Detective Jeon answered. “Let’s go see what Mr. Kim Seokjin’s new business is all about.” He smirked.

“The police are currently raiding international businessman Kim Seokjin’s latest company acquisition.” Jin tsked as he watched as the television displayed a journalist standing in front of one of his many buildings. The background behind her showed dozens of federal agents walking in and out of the building. “The police have not released any statements on what it is that they are looking for. We have reached out to Mr. Kim lawyer, so far there has not been any response. So far, his stocks have been affected-”

Jin turned off the television in his off and turned his attention to V who sat in the chair on the other side of his desk. His angry glare and clenched jaw caused V to squirm in his seat. “Can you tell me why my princess had to do your job today?” Jin hissed. “Not only were incompetent enough to not make the pick up, but Namjoon had to give her the files to smuggle out.”

V bowed his head. “Sorry, Boss.”

Jin flinged the closest object he could grab in V’s direction, which happened to be his glass paper weight. It narrowly missed V’s face, causing V to flinch, as it shattered onto the wooden ground behind him. “You’re sorry? If she had left just five minutes later, she could have been stopped and searched. And then she would be sitting in a jail cell.”

“Sorry, Boss.” He repeated.

“What were you so busy doing that you couldn’t do your own job?” Jin’s arms crossed in front of his chest. “And you better come up with a good reason if you want your punishment to be light.”

“I think I found the snitch,” V chanced a glance at Jin. “I was tailing S Coups. He’s been acting strange lately. I figured if we found the snitch, then we could avoid any more messes.”

“What did you find?” Jin questioned. “Anything noteworthy.”

“He met with this guy. I have never seen him before. But he is definitely a cop. Got the whole Jeon vibe to him, you know.”

Jin sighed. “Clean up the mess and then go gather S Coups. Tell Suga to get some answers out of him.” He made his way across the office, “I’m gonna go visit Y/N, now. Oh, and you better apologize to her.”

“What’s a better scandal: idol’s sextape gets leaked or entertainment CEO has an affair with his own idol?” Jimin looked away from his laptop briefly to glance at Suga who sat on the other side of the couch. The normally intimidating man had his eyes closed. For a second, Jimin thought that he could actually be asleep.

“Whichever one buries this shit,” Suga mumbled.

Jimin chewed on his bottom lip before turning his attention back to the article he was writing. “You know…” he began hesitantly. “Your job doesn’t require you to actually be here when I write the articles.”

He could feel Suga’s glare on his face. “Are you kicking me out?”

“I wouldn’t even be able to,” Jimin answered. “I’m just wondering why you always come to my place to tell me to play the media and then sit with me as I write an article or two when you could just...oh I don’t know, text me.”

“Stop thinking too much.”

“Could it be that you like my company?” Jimin joked. If he had looked over at Suga, he could have seen his cheeks turn just slightly pink.

“Okay. I’m going now.” Suga stood from the couch with a scowl.

“Wait, I was just joking!” Jimin whined as he watched Suga slides his shoes and jacket on.

“I have to go. I’m needed to interrogate someone.” Suga’s eyes were glued to his cell phone screen. “We might have possibly found the snitch.”

Jimin pouted. “Don’t get hurt.”

Suga scoffed. “When do I ever get hurt.”

“Well if you do get hurt, I don’t mind playing nurse.” Jimin smirked as he watched Suga sputtered before frantically leaving his apartment.

You awoke to your apartment smelling like food - which was perplexing because you live alone, so who was cooking in your kitchen. The clock on your nightstand said that it was early evening meaning that you slept a good four hours after you had left the office.

Slowly and cautiously, you made your way into the kitchen. Once you saw the broad shoulders standing in front of your stove, you relaxed for a second - only to become annoyed in the next second. “What are you doing in my kitchen?” you snapped.

Jin jumped as he spins around to look at you standing in the doorway. “Oh, you’re awake. Dinner is almost done. I hope you like pasta.”

“Jin-”

“Don’t worry. I’m an excellent cook. The table is already set. Why don’t you take a seat? Would you like some wine?”

“How did you get in my apartment?”

“I picked the lock.” Jin turns the fire off on the stove just as a timer dings. “Oh, the bread should be done!” He grabbed the oven mitts that hangs from your fridge.

“You picked the lock?”

“Well, J Hope actually picked the lock. Speaking of which, you need an alarm system. Do you know how easy it was to gain entry inside.”

“I never had a problem with people breaking in until you came along. Who even breaks in just to cook dinner?” You watched him pull bread out of the oven.

“You won’t be saying that once you try some. You’ll be begging for me to come cook for you all the time. And I wouldn’t have to break in if you were awake and opened your door. I did knock like a civilized person.”

“I doubt you’re civilized.”

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REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 7th April 2019 (Billie Eilish, Lil Nas X, Ariana Grande)

We actually have a pretty busy week to cover today, with five new arrivals, one of which is in the top five, another of which is a total meme that just hit #1 in the States. There’s also a tragedy less lighthearted we’ll have to talk about, but for now, let’s discuss the top 10, because there’s been somewhat of a shake up.

Top 10

That shake-up isn’t going to affect Lewis Capaldi still at the top of the charts for a sixth week, as “Someone You Loved” continues its reign. I hope it gets overthrown pretty quickly because the song is pretty painful on its own and it does not bear well with me after the overplay.

Our shake-up starts just at the runner-up spot, however, as from her worldwide #1 album, WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?, debuting at number-two is “bad guy”, her fourth UK Top 40 hit, second Top 10 and first ever top five. We’ll talk more about it later.

This means that Rag ‘n’ Bone Man and Calvin Harris’ “Giant” is down one space to number-three.

Tom Walker was hit with an identical loss, with “Just You and I” down to number-four...

...as was “Sucker” by Jonas Brothers, also down to number-five.

Thanks to the album, “bury a friend” by Billie Eilish had a large boost up 14 positions to number-six, which is a new peak after its debut at number-seven.

Speaking of number-seven, Dave’s “Location” featuring Burna Boy is down one spot this week.

Steel Banglez’s “Fashion Week” with AJ Tracey and Mo Stack doesn’t suffer nearly as much as I thought it would this week, just moving down one position to number-eight off the debut.

Ariana Grande, the only real competition for Billie Eilish within the top 10, seems to have been hit more than anything else here, as her song “break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored” has been pushed down four spots to number-nine.

Finally, we have “Piece of Your Heart” by MEDUZA and Goodboys rapidly moves up the charts, up a whopping 22 spaces this week to #10, becoming each artists’ first top 10. I don’t know why, but I’m not necessarily complaining, it’s a good song, I’m just kind of confused about its incredible boost in popularity this week, maybe a commercial placement. That seems to help a lot of these EDM tracks from relative nobodies rack up chart points.

Climbers

There are literally no climbers outside of the two already discussed in the top 10.

Fallers

On the other hand... sigh, let’s sort this by genre as I try to do whenever we have a massive amount of losses.

In pop and dance, “Walk Me Home” by P!nk was walked down five hills to its home at #14, “Don’t Feel Like Crying” by Sigrid is also down five to #18, as is “Don’t Call Me Up” by Mabel at #21, while “Dancing with a Stranger” by Sam Smith and Normani is down six to #27. Ariana Grande’s “7 rings” also continues its fall down nine to #38.

In hip-hop and R&B, NSG and Tion Wayne’s “Options” is down seven to #17, “Wow.” by Post Malone exits the top 20 finally, down five to #22, “Disaster” by Dave featuring J Hus loses album release steam down eight to #23 (as does “Streatham”, also by Dave, down 11 to #33), “Keisha & Becky” by Russ splash and Tion Wayne is down six to #25 off the debut and “Please Me” by Bruno Mars and Cardi B is down seven to #32.

Dropouts & Returning Entries

“Nights Like This” by Kehlani featuring Ty Dolla $ign is out from #33, “Kitchen Kings” by D-Block Europe is out from #34, “Think About Us” by Little Mix featuring Ty Dolla $ign is out from #35, “MIDDLE CHILD” by J. Cole is out from #36 due to cuts to its streams’ importance on its chart placement, “Sunflower” by Post Malone and Swae Lee is out from #37 and “How it Is” by Roddy Ricch, Chip and Yxng Bane featuring the Plug is out from #40. Good riddance.

Also, Billie Eilish’s “wish you were gay” returned to #13, reaching the top 20 at a new peak. Since this is the lowest Eilish song on the chart and it was released prior, that means there is no album bomb from Eilish; this, “bury a friend” and “bad guy” are the highest-performing songs and that’s all the UK chart allows.

IN MEMORIAM

On March 31st, 2019, a man named Ermias Joseph Asghedom was shot six times in the parking lot of his own clothing store, once in the head. Approximately 30 minutes after he was transported to the hospital, he was pronounced dead. That man was Grammy-nominated rapper Nipsey Hussle, murdered fresh off of the release of both his single “Racks in the Middle” with Roddy Ricch and Hit-Boy as well as his album, Victory Lap, which had failed to grab the Best Rap Album Grammy Award the month prior, having his life at the peak of his career cut short unjustly by gang violence which he had since made incredible efforts to put in the past and distance himself from, making positive and charitable contributions to his hometown ever since, to the point where the Crenshaw and Slauson intersection has been named Nipsey Hussle Square in his honour. His memorial service has been held today, April 11th, and he’s since been buried, at only 33 years old, leaving two children from a long-term relationship with Lauren London behind to carry his legacy. While I was not amazed with Victory Lap, I thought I’d discuss one of my favourite tracks from his last ever record released in his lifetime.

“Dedication” – Nipsey Hussle featuring Kendrick Lamar

Produced by Mike & Keys, Rance and MyGuyMars – Peaked at #93 in the US

First off, this oily beat is pretty beautiful, with reversed and manipulated soulful vocal samples backing some really slick keys and piano loops, giving off a great West Coast vibe that was Nipsey’s signature style. Nipsey’s first verse is an intense way of introducing the listener to the subject matter, with an intricate depiction of Nipsey’s life as a youth trapped in the ghetto, with a nice beat switch-up in the last few bars. The short chorus is barely a hook, but Nipsey gives a surprisingly great singing performance on the track, and it has a drop of sorts where Alexandria Dopson and Garren Edwards show off some vocal power in the midst of Nipsey’s frustrated grunt-screams, which I like to think are representative of how he felt when he thought he could never make it out of the streets, but the chorus is about how he finally broke himself free of its chains – dedication, hard work plus patience, invoking imagery of the abolishment of slavery used as wordplay throughout Nipsey’s third verse. Kendrick’s great albeit oddly-mixed verse references his come-up as well, but also the death of his grandmother how when he was suggested to make a song with Nipsey Hussle because of how they were both Crips, he responded by emphasising how he’s not just a gang member, but a man too, and after his death and some of the negative comments I have seen about Nipsey mentioning his past, is a stronger message than ever. The best part of the track is when Kendrick’s verse is interrupted by some 808 stabs, and the instrumental transforms into a semi-chopped and screwed shell of what it was, with echoing vocals from Dopson fading out before Kenny comes and sings in a janky flow that is trippy yet also pretty elegant and makes sense considering how it transitions from Nipsey and Kendrick talking about their history in gangs and Nipsey’s final verse about how satisfied he is with how his music, or what he says are is spirituals, have brought him into fame and luxurious life after about 30 years of barely making it by. I love the line where he references not only his friend YG’s album but the popular local saying, “Stay dangerous”, as he was educated by the hood into believing that he had to be feared to be safe, as well as his bars about how him owning his own masters is his way of abolishing what had shackled him as a teenager and as a young adult. The song ends with another repetition of the anthemic hook as a book-end, as we are treated to a relaxed instrumental featuring piano melodies layered on top of each other and Nipsey laughing in joy as he’s finally “Made it out”, with sound effects of dogs barking and general civilian life surrounding the melodic finish to a fantastic song.

This the remedy, the separation / 2Pac of my generation, blue pill in the f***in’ Matrix / Red rose in the grey pavement / Young black n***a trapped and he can’t change it

RIP Nipsey Hussle, August 15th 1985 – March 31st, 2019.

Now, on a lighter note...

NEW ARRIVALS

#40 – “MONOPOLY” – Ariana Grande and Victoria Monét

Produced by Social House and Tim Suby – Peaked at #6 in New Zealand and #70 in the US

Why Ariana Grande seemed it fit to release this song as a non-album single on Monday, I’ll never know, but I’m not going to blag on about that as Grande released this single and its amateurish video as seemingly a joke, right? It was on April Fools, and was coined “a treat for the fans”, with a video that had a budget of less than $10, as well as being both sonically and visually meme-heavy, so I don’t think it should be taken any seriously and rather just as a fun celebration of Grande’s success, featuring rap verses from her lead songwriter and best friend for some reason. It’s Grande’s 20th Top 40 hit over here and Victoria Monét’s first ever credited appearance on the Top 40, and you can tell their level of success by just their performances on this song, as Grande gets to show off the vocal prowess and is provided with both the intro and outro as well as all the multi-layering, while Monét’s expressions of her personality are relegated to the singular actual rap verse (Which she still shares with Grande) and Auto-Tuned ad-libs that are literally just sped-up sentences, as well as a messy Nutty Professor reference. The beat is pretty lightweight, with a couple vocal samples and cloudy synths hidden behind a trap skitter, but it’s fitting to back the nonsensical lyrics here, all of which only work because of the charisma the girls ooze from their vocals, despite the imbalanced vocal production. And, yeah, the lyrics here are awful, as expected. First of all, the refrain/pre-chorus rhymes “Where you been?” with itself three times, barely fitting the lyrics into the meter by scrambling the word “GPS” into a Twista-like chopper flow for like a second until going back to the droning, saccharine delivery. Let’s look at some highlights.

Bad vibes, get off of me / Outta here with that f***ery

Sorry, I just love the visual in the music video of Monét and Grande literally swatting away the “F***ery”, it’s pretty cute.

I swerve both ways, dichotomy / I like women and men

This painful, forced reference to Monét’s bisexuality is so blunt and to the point that when Grande says it, it’s hilarious. Imagine coming out in a loosie trap single that barely counts as a song and not an interlude. I do kind of like how straightforward the line is, to be honest, it’s almost anthemic... maybe I’m thinking too much into this.

Then we hit the bank, making dumb investments, for the win

“For the win”? I didn’t expect a song saying, “For the win” to make the Top 40 ever, but, sure, let’s roll with it. What does Ari say?

And if they try come stopping me, I’ll show them my discography (Yeah, yeah)

Okay, that’s kinda clever—

Even though we gave up that 90%, for the win, go!

Nevermind, they said, “For the win”, again.

This been buildin’ up, I guess this friendship like Home Depot

Yeah, nope. Next song.

#39 – “Old Town Road” – Lil Nas X

Produced by YoungKio, Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross – Peaked at #1 in the US

Oh, great, another meme song. Well, at least I can say this – where were you when a country-trap fusion from a former Twitter comedian turned rapper that samples a Nine Inch Nails guitar loop and was later remixed by Billy Ray Friggin’ Cyrus became the most popular song in the entirety of Northern America thanks to TikTok memes and a racism scandal? The whole situation is so loony to me, but I respect Lil Nas X and YoungKio for being so relaxed and chill about the whole fiasco, especially when it started getting bigger and bigger, becoming the shortest number-one song in America since 1963, with a runtime of only one minute and 54 seconds, disregarding the remix of course. Is it a country song? I mean, obviously, it’s a country rap song, nobody’s arguing that, and that’s got country in its name so yeah, in my opinion, if Nelly and Tim McGraw count when they released what was essentially an R&B song, this counts, even if it’s essentially just a trap song about horses. It actually paints a pretty interesting lone cowboy story inspired by Red Dead Redemption 2 but, who cares? It’s a meme, alright, and for now it’s pretty funny. It’s got a really catchy hook/intro, with an effective refrain as well as verses that much like “MONOPOLY”, were probably written in less than five minutes but they work, and that’s all that really matters. I like how his voice sounds in the muffled outro, but really, there’s not much to it. It’s a fun beat with a great sample that Billy Ray Cyrus takes advantage of entirely and bodies. His flow is stiff but so is the stunted beat so it fits together quite nicely, and the additional choruses add some needed meat to the track, as does the banjo and the whistling at the tail-end of the outro... but we’re not judging the remix just yet, and on its own merits, “Old Town Road” is nothing all too special.

#26 – “Better Man” – Westlife

Produced by Steve Mac – Peaked at #2 in Scotland

Westlife released a second single in 2019, after their last single three months back debuted in the Top 20 and did insanely well in radio and sales... in 2019. This new single, produced by Steve Mac, has an orchestral version, and is set to be on their new album Spectrum which was announced to be released on 6th September, 2019. This new single is their second to reach the Top 40 in 2019. It nearly peaked at the top spot in Scotland, in 2019, and has had success all over Britain in the week of release, which may I add, was in March 2019. I refuse to believe Westlife will have a resurgence in 2019, and although I mostly believe that charts are ran by impressionable teenagers, this proves that Mom-pop is safe in the midst of the new British trap-rappers who talk about murder and drug trafficking, and of course Gothic art pop starlets that aren’t even old enough to drink yet... and I’m not here for it. No, the orchestral version is not better, get this manufactured waste of time off the charts.

#19 – “Your Mrs” – JAY1

Produced by Coolie

So, just as I was actually starting to lighten up on British trap-rap – seriously, Tion Wayne’s stuff, especially “Options”, has been growing on me immensely and I loved Dave’s debut studio album – this comes out and debuts in the top 20, and it’s bloody awful. It’s literally one piano chord. It’s literally ONE. FREAKING. PIANO CHORD. Through the whole song. There’s a trap skitter as well after the beat doesn’t transition to the drop after its intro and instead just fades out with a cheap pitch-shift effect, until we get to a developed version of the beat, and by that I mean it has two annoying high-pitched beep sounds and a bass that clips through the mix thanks to the vocals that are louder than everything else. For the most part it feels like it’s just JAY1 rapping over a hi-hat, and to be fair, that’s what most of it is. It’s not menacing, of course, because even if it was, literally in the first bar of the song, he’s joking. He won’t actually be luxurious enough to take your missus, as he says, and would rather just let the women watch him, I guess. He’s not interesting, and although there switch-ups to the instrumental that help make it more interesting, the more stretched-out flows he uses are absolutely painful. The subject matter is nonexistent, apparently he has an Australian side chick and NAV helps transport his cocaine. Oh, but do you hear that? There’s a flute... no, seriously, can you hear it? Because I can’t, really, I mean it’s just a pathetic loop probably stolen from some Creative Commons musician that somehow ended up in an official release, and it doesn’t last long. It comes back in the third chorus, where he’s multi-tracked with a pitched-down vocal and this would actually be menacing if he wasn’t just talking about how his girl has a big butt. If that voice was whispering about cold-blooded murder, then this song would be awesome... but it’s not. It’s weak flexing and bragging with a nonexistent beat from an incredibly uninteresting dude who doesn’t know to mix his bass properly. I hope to see this gone quickly, because this is dreadful.

#2 – “bad guy” – Billie Eilish

Produced by FINNEAS – Peaked at #1 in Australia, Canada, Czech Republic, New Zealand, Norway and Slovakia, and #7 in the US

This is the big #2 debut, the one I’m supposed to care about most, but mostly I’m just feeling lukewarm on both the big single and Eilish’s album as a whole, which felt structure-less and lacking of much substance as she gets wrapped in her own metaphors. This new song has got a vivid, shocking and quirky video, but Dave Meyers stole it from an indie magazine called Toilet Paper’s photo shoot so I suppose that has helped this song increase in popularity – nothing like some good controversy. The dark, bass-heavy and reverb-drowned groove here is actually really nice, and I love Billie’s vocal melody, especially when it’s multi-tracked with the fake finger-snaps in the background that are incredibly flat, and that bassline when it hits in the chorus is insane. The lyrics are kind of funny if anything, as Eilish references her melodramatic, emo image as she claims herself to be a “make-your-momma-sad, might-seduce-your-dad type”, priding herself in the cynical bad guy personality among pop music’s cutesy stylings we’ve been accustomed to. The eerie flute-like synth melody is pretty creepy and I love how it takes itself way too seriously despite the lyrics that are basically just Eilish being an edgy teenager, even with a post-chorus where she says, “Duh”, in a deadbeat manner followed by high-pitched gliding chopped-up vocal samples, and it’s all good, right? But then there’s a beat switch that just doesn’t freaking work. The pause from the original beat lasts way too long, so the transition feels incredibly forced, and the trap breakdown/drop means the song loses all momentum, especially with that annoying bird chirping sound that starts it off. There’s no real transition here, so Eilish’s offbeat delivery isn’t interesting and endearing, just kind of janky, with the whispering not being creepy but forced and tryhard. Without the drop, this’d be pretty cool though.

Conclusion

Wow, what a mixed week. Sadly, I can’t give Best of the Week to “Dedication”, so it goes to Lil Nas X for “Old Town Road” because it’s probably the most fun song here, with Ariana Grande and Victoria Monét snatching Honourable Mention for the so-bad-it’s-good mess, “MONOPOLY”. Worst of the Week should be obvious as it goes to JAY1 for “Your Mrs”, but Dishonourable Mention is harder, so I’ll give it to Westlife for the sake of tradition. See you next week!

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The Best Leadership Quotes and How to Apply Them

[Editor’s Note: Today’s article in a guest post from Jesse Cramer who is an engineer and an avid reader/writer. He runs the blog The Best Interest, which started as his creative outlet but gained recognition for explaining complex personal finance ideas in simple terms. Jesse discusses money basics, like your net worth targets by age or the most common unknowns in personal finance. He writes about successful behavioral concepts, like the Fulfillment Curve or learning the biggest lesson from the COVID-19 pandemic. Habits matter too. Developing the habit of tracking every expense with YNAB helped boost his savings rate to over 60% in 2019.]

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Leadership is a famously difficult duty.

Whether you want to become the big shot or you’re already the boss, you’ve got work ahead of you. Let’s look at our most famous leaders and their motivating guidance. These inspiring leadership quotes are sure to illuminate your road ahead.

Leadership is Learning

While leadership styles vary, the core characteristics of effective leadership do not. For example, many famous leaders place an extra emphasis on education.

“Leadership and learning are indispensable to each other.” -John F. Kennedy

Perhaps this quote is so often recited because JFK didn’t say it. He wrote it and was scheduled to say it during a speech on November 22, 1963. That speech never came, and the rest is history.

But Kennedy’s words are alive and well. Leadership often takes place at the cutting edge, as a new territory gets explored. Launching into new space requires bountiful curiosity and the ability to learn.

Just think about it! In 1900, an engineer said, “Now Abel, I want you to dismount your horse and give this motor carriage a try. Mind the bumps!”

Sixty years later, that same kind of engineer said, “Now Neil, we’re gonna strap you real tight to this aluminum tube full of explosives. But don’t worry. We’ve already got the coordinates for the Moon typed into the GPS.”

Wait…that’s not how GPS works…

The Audacity to Learn

Enough digression! The point is, it takes major league audacity–from individuals, organizations, or entire societies–to make that kind of technological leap in 60 years. Innovation distinguishes the lead group from those behind.

JFK would go on to write that “ignorance and misinformation can handicap…progress.” It’s now 57 years after he said that, but I’d say he hit the nail on the head. The importance of learning is that it acts as armor against ignorance and allows us to discern real facts from fake. Learning yields progress for the individual and the group.

Knowledge is a magical resource. Why? It can be given away ad infinitum, yet still, be retained by the owner. Leaders are generous in this way. Leaders want to learn and want others to understand.

It’s the main reason I love writing detailed breakdowns of complex topics (e.g., what happened during the Big Short, anyway?)

When I ask you to envision a true leader, is he enlightened or in the dark? Does he fight adversity with wisdom or with ignorance? Does he let his intellect guide him? Is he a slave to emotion?

The fact is, leaders are always willing to learn. A curious and open mind is what earns the respect of their followers.

“It is necessary for us to learn from others’ mistakes. You will not live long enough to make them all yourself.”— Admiral Hyman G. Rickover

This quote is impressive because of its simplicity. It’s just basic math and the logistics that follow. There have been hundreds of generations of humans before you. Those billions of people have screwed up in various ways–we all know it happens. You can choose to use their mistakes as a starting point, or you can put on blinders.

If you want to lead–to be at the cutting edge–then you cannot afford to repeat the mistakes that others have already made. The cutting edge has no room for error.

Mistakes –> Learning

At best, repeating previous mistakes is a waste of time. At worst…well, I’ll leave it up to your imagination.

You’ve got to learn from others’ mistakes. The keyword is learn. This leadership quote is just like that saying, “Those who do not learn from their mistakes are doomed to repeat them.”

If you’re scientifically inclined, you could even think about this quote through the lens of natural selection. Successes are selected, whereas failures are not. Therefore, avoid the behaviors that lead to failure. If not, they might lead to failure again, and you might be the one that ends up not being selected.

“I am still learning.” -Michelangelo

I don’t know if Michelangelo was a leader of people. But he was a leader of culture, and amazingly still is 450 years after his death.

Perhaps you know him by his sculpture? He’s known for the beautiful range of work that is still on display across the internet and in museums.

It’s more likely that you know Michelangelo because of the Sistine Chapel. Not only is it beautiful, but it’s also 133 by 46 feet in size: one man, four years, and one wonder of the world.

He was also an illustrator, architect, and poet. Michelangelo (along with Leonardo da Vinci) is the reason for the term “Renaissance man.” Michelangelo wasn’t a Renaissance man – he was the Renaissance man. That’s him!

The Best Still Get Better

I don’t mean to worship the guy, but I want to properly explain just how talented, experienced, and learned Michelangelo was. When he says, “I am still learning,” it carries extra weight. It’s like the leadership quotes you might see from world-class athletes who say, “I still practice.”

Michelangelo likely became who he was because he was always learning. It only makes sense that he maintained that attitude even after he “reached the top.” That’s a leadership quality worth emulating.

Leadership is Action

While leaders shouldn’t be rash, they also can’t afford to be indecisive. Leaders lead. Leaders act.

“The pessimist complains about the wind. The optimist expects it to change. The leader adjusts the sails.” -John Maxwell

This one has that Goldilocks “magic of three” vibe to it. You don’t want to be too “this” or too “that.” You’ve got to be just right. The more time I spend in this world, the more I think this quote is a home run.

Talk is easy. Complaining about a situation or expressing hope for change is low effort. Anyone can do it, and just about everyone does do it. Leadership, however, is not a low effort task.

Leadership requires action. A leader identifies when the winds are changing, understands how the new gusts affect them, and works towards saving the boat. Heck, sometimes those winds even propel the ship faster than ever before!

When Life Throws You Lemons

I talked about this idea in one of my first articles after the COVID-19 pandemic came to American shores. Take what life gives you and prepare for what’s next.

The Stockdale Paradox would tell us that you have to balance hope with the stern ability to face present-day facts. That is Stockdale’s version of “adjusting the sails.”

I’m also reminded of the story of two Chicago programmers working on solving problems for apartments.com.

After many late nights debugging code, they realized that their primary problem had changed. Apartment searches were easy compared to the issues they were having with quality late-night take-out food.

As funny as that problem is, it’s what inspired Matt Maloney and Mike Evans to start GrubHub. Their winds changed, and they adjusted their sails.

“Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.” –Publilius Syrus

Another boat metaphor? I know, I know. But it makes sense. Boats need captains. Good boats need good captains. And good captains are good leaders.

My youth baseball team had a captain that became a complete tyrant at the slightest hint of unrest. He found it easy to be our “leader” when everything was going according to his plan. That’s because the sea was calm. But a ripple of discord would rip his hands from the helm as he lost his cool. That’s not real leadership.

When the Going Gets Tough

A good leader, on the other hand, stays in control even when the surf gets choppy. And that means that leaders sometimes make tough decisions i.e., when the going gets tough, the tough get going.

As you see your star rise into a leadership role, remember that it’s often these challenging situations that will define you as a leader. A true leader is forged in the heat of difficulty.

“Whatever you are, be a good one.” –Abraham Lincoln

If the world was full of middle managers, then who would make the coffee?

Not everyone can be a leader at all times. There’s another oft-repeated quote along these lines: “a good leader can be a good follower,” or “a good leader knows when to follow.”

Honest Abe is highlighting this idea. Even if you find yourself in a “follower” position, be good at what you do. That’s what a leader does.

Show Me Your Chops!

Just imagine someone who would try to convince you, “I will only put effort into any team in my life if I’m the unquestioned leader.”

One of the many natural responses I’d have is, “Do you have the chops? Where’s the proof?” In other words: good leaders put in the legwork.

Be good at the entry-level position until you’re given small responsibilities. Be good at taking notes until you start running the meeting. Work your butt off on the JV team until they have no choice but promote you to varsity.

There will be many steps in your journey, and you will not be at the front of the line for most of them.

Leadership is About Others

What good is a general with no soldiers? A leader takes people and lets them do the most extraordinary things. A good leader is nothing without the people who follow their lead.

“Leadership is the art of giving people a platform for spreading ideas that work.” –Seth Godin

Leadership–especially in modern times–involves the network effect. The capability of everyone far outweighs the ability of a single person.

Great leaders attract great people, and then let those great people spread their wings (and their ideas). One of my first bosses micromanaged me through every task–even mundane chores like ordering paper supplies. I’ll never forget that feeling. Any potential I had was cramped inside a tiny cage.

A genuine leader props up those around them. Seth Godin’s writing is all about unlocking people’s potential. That’s what this leadership quote is all about.

“You take people as far as they will go, not as far as you would like them to go.” –Jeanette Rankin

Of all the leadership quotes here, Jeanette Rankin’s reminds me of “the single most important trait” for a person to have (that’s a Gary Vaynerchuk claim). What trait? Emotional intelligence.

Emotional intelligence involves the ability to control and express one’s emotions but also to “handle interpersonal relationships judiciously and empathetically.” The second half of this definition is a prerequisite of good leadership, according to Rankin.

When to Pump the Brakes

That is one of the many challenges of leadership. You cannot drive your team to exhaustion. But you can’t be so soft as to under-perform the team’s expectations. People feel satisfaction from exploring their limits, but hostility multiplies when those limits aren’t respected.

The emotionally intelligent leader is thinking about the personal development of those around them.

“A leader is best when people barely know he exists…when his work is done, his aim fulfilled, they will all say: We did it ourselves.” -Lao Tzu

A young child writes out the entire alphabet for the first time and proudly exclaims, “I did it!”

Of course, we know that child got lots of help across the spectrum of his little life. Timmy didn’t synthesize the alphabet on his own accord. He was taught, he was led, and he had weeks of error-filled practice.

But as good parents and teachers, we want our children to know that they are capable on their own. You did it, Timmy!

From Small Kids to Muscled Men

True leaders empower those around them to become better. They share recognition with their team. It’s not just with children. You’ve seen this before–it happens in every single sports interview ever.

“Well Jim, I couldn’t have done it without the other guys out there. They did all the hard work in the trenches. They set the pins up, all I had to do was knock them down. It was a team effort.”

While I’m tired of every sports interview containing these same platitudes, I understand why they’re (over) used. Deferring the credit to your team is part of being a leader.

That’s why I just want to stay focused on the fundamentals. I’ve got to cross my T’s and dot the I’s. I don’t want to get ahead of myself. I’m taking these best leadership quotes one at a time.

Leadership is Ethical

Above all else, leaders do the right thing, especially when it’s also the hard thing.

“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.” —Kurt Vonnegut

Out of all the leadership quotes here, this one stopped me in my tracks.

Kurt Vonnegut is suggesting that our personalities are not innate, but rather are learned behaviors formed by habit. And those formative actions are, essentially, small performances of pretending.

We pretend and pretend and pretend, and suddenly it doesn’t quite feel like pretend anymore. It just is. We become what we’ve pretended to be.

We aren’t born mean, friendly, timid, or courageous. Instead, we’re born as the proverbial lump of clay, waiting to be molded. As we mature, the clay is formed in a certain direction via the actions we choose to take.

But even adults who claim to be “stuck in their ways” still possess that malleability. They are merely pretending to be stubborn old dogs. They’re pretending refusal to learn new tricks.

That’s Not Really Who I Am

As a leader, you might face a situation where you feel like acting like a tyrant. Of course, you tell yourself, you’re not a tyrant; you’re just acting like one in this situation. This is the exact scenario that Vonnegut would caution against. It’s all too easy for acting to supplant reality. Life is too short–memento mori–to pretend to be a tyrant.

We can view this leadership quote from another point of view. Namely, there’s the version of you that you see, but there’s also the version of you that everyone else sees.

If you want to lead, you’ve got to show everyone else that you’re a leader. It might not come naturally to you, and that’s ok. Try to take the actions that a good leader would take. While you might see leadership potential inside you, you’ve got to make sure that others see it too.

Even if it feels like pretend at first, you’ll soon be a true leader.

“Management is doing things right; leadership is doing the right thing.” –Peter F. Drucker

Who’s a leader in your life right now? For many, the answer could be your manager at work. But Peter Drucker is asking us to consider the fact that management and leadership can be exclusive of one another. While the two are often intertwined, there’s an important distinction.

Management is procedural. It’s about spellchecking your essay. It’s ensuring that the cogs are meshing as expected, so the whole machine functions with efficiency. Management considers the “resource” in “human resources.”

Leadership is moral. Leaders look for meaning in the essay. They consider the cogs as they exist outside of the machine, perhaps even calling into question the machine itself. Leaders put the human first.

Separate “Management” from “Leadership”

Perhaps you’re looking for a promotion at work. I think it’s important to understand the difference between effective management and effective leadership.

It’s certainly easier to become a manager if you’re already seen as a leader, just as it’s easier to share your leadership skills if you’re given a managerial position. But the two should still be seen as mutually exclusive. It’s possible–and impressive!–to become a leader without being any sort of manager.

So use this leadership quote to ask yourself, “Leadership or management…which role are you truly aiming for?”

“The pressure of adversity does not affect the mind of the brave man . . . It is more powerful than external circumstances.”— Seneca

Seneca is considered one of the original Stoics. Just like all things hipster, stoicism is back in style. And why shouldn’t stoicism be popular?! This leadership quote is the perfect example of how stoicism promotes the same mindsets that we associate with effective figureheads.

A good leader–whether man or woman, Mr. Seneca–does not let adverse conditions harm their psyche. A leader is a person who faces disaster with a steely gaze and an iron will.

We’ve seen this countless times in history. Why are Winston Churchill and Abraham Lincoln considered timeless leaders? Mainly for their calm decision-making during embattled eras.

Why are Martin Luther King Jr. and Mahatma Gandhi still revered civil rights activists? Because they let their moral compass guide them, even as their rulers (managers, not necessarily leaders) tried to hinder those paths. Societal pressure was no match for their mindset.

But Leaders Aren’t Perfect

Churchill, Lincoln, King, and Gandhi were all far from perfect, by the way. Leaders aren’t perfect. Who is? I know the separation of leadership from faultlessness is something I’ve struggled with. Perhaps you have too.

How can I be a leader if I don’t have all the answers, don’t have all the experience, don’t have all the skills? While knowledge and experience are certainly important, there will always be a new situation to make you feel like a foolish greenhorn. It takes bravery to grab the wheel despite your flaws and confidently point your boat into the crest of the wave.

Honorable Mention

There are a few more I couldn’t leave off the list

“Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough; we must do.” —Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, who loved semi-colons.

“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson

“In the end, it is important to remember that we cannot become what we need to be by remaining what we are.” —Max de Pree

“The mind must be trained, rather than the memory.” —Eleanor Roosevelt

“My job is not to be easy on people. My job is to make them better.” —Steve Jobs

“Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” —Theodore Roosevelt

“The greatest leader is not necessarily the one who does the greatest things. He is the one that gets the people to do the greatest things.” —Ronald Reagan

“Effective leaders allow great people to do the work they were born to do.” —Warren Bennis

“Face reality as it is, not as it was or as you wish it to be” —Jack Welch

“The challenge of leadership is to be strong, but not rude; kind, but not weak; bold, but not bully; thoughtful, but not lazy; humble, but not timid; proud, but not arrogant; have humor, but without folly.” —Jim Rohn

“No person will make a great business who wants to do it all himself or get all the credit.” —Andrew Carnegie

Lead On!

While I’m sure there are dozens of worthwhile leadership qualities–and even more worthy leadership quotes–I think a focus on learning, action, people, and ethics will give you the foundation to be an effective leader.

It’s just like John Quincy Adams said:

“If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, you are a leader.”

I trust that today’s leadership quotes left you with a little more inspiration than when you started.

Lead on!

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Anergetic Warmonger

I was traveling by plane and landing in my favorite state (which happens to be Washington state). I love the smell of the rainforest which somehow makes me feel even more connected to myself. I had a 5-month-old baby girl, my first and currently only child and my now ex-girlfriend. We were going to be miles apart and I knew that this time would be stressful for her. I did worry but I knew I needed this. A retreat into the depths of the Puget Sound. Compared to my prior high desert living this place felt so alive! I was breathing deeply for the first time. The air that wraps like a blanket across chilled skin, the sky that now reflected my soul, and the greenery to show my lust for hope. All things made new, I think to myself. On the flip side my greatest distaste is revealed when I look around. I’m confronted by the cars and traffic that make the highway feel like reserve street at 5pm. My cab driver is a local and seems down to earth, full of life, young and upward bound. I vicariously soak up his vibes and resolutely turn my back on all worries. I foolishly think that this kid must have no stressors compared to what I have. This predisposition was probably wrong, but I’ll never truly know and maybe I’ll never learn. We drive down the road talking about his successes, hopes, and dreams. I bounce back with words of dishonesty. His joy drags me out of the mire, at least for now. I’ll keep focusing on where I am and not where I was because nothing else seems to be working. We drive what should have been 30 minutes for another hour and 15 minutes. We begin to pull up to the grounds, the grounds where I’d still find myself barred.

Most of my stories seem dismal but that isn’t who I am, it’s just how I was made. When I arrive to the office; to which the name of the place I’ve still omitted, I feel like I’m back in Virginia. The cultural diversity was real, and I felt like I was about to get issued a uniform. Thank God, none of that happened as I have a mental sigh of relief. I feel down to my packed bag full of clothes that would help me blend. I’ve always been a plain guy. There are a lot of people at this ‘resort’ of sorts. They all have different backgrounds some more intimidating than others. Little did I know that I would meet some of the most profound people in my life. I get to my shared room and try to find a bed with enough privacy to feel secluded. I don’t want confrontation or feelings, I just want freedom. It’s funny when we say the sun brings joy but why is it that depression just feeds dopamine when the skies are grey? The weight of the sky, the blanket of those staggering trees that look like they could lift you like feather. It’s mysticism, a realm of my childhood perhaps. I believe its true that men are supposed to be adventurers and something about getting lost inspires me. “Get Lost!” is more of a warm welcome than a deliberate provocation in my experience. When I finally settle down I put at least some of my things in their spot, not wanting to appear a slob around others. I pull out my 2011 MacBook Pro and, in my futility, spend hours trying to install a ported version of Skyrim on my laptop. As someone I overheard has said, Skyrim is the depressed persons dream, and I don’t think he was wrong. I had few passions left and all were quite selfish in hindsight; I still avoid this person from time to time as he comes back to rudely take the seat. I get a phone call and answer it, my ex was checking in. I wearily respond with great disinterest, and I hated that about me. I tell her I’m fine, wish the best, and sporadically inquire about how things are, knowing they hadn’t changed much in a days’ time. We say our goodbyes and I look around the room. I decide it’s time to meander to find something to eat.

The food they served was good and since we were on the west coast the fish was pretty good. Most others were complaining about how they could do better initiating the memories of my middle school life. Kids would poke and prod at their food and say the cafeteria food sucks and bluntly throw out everything except the main course. I laugh looking back because the main course was what they had complained most about. I grew up very thankful, we had very little then. My mother was my sole supporter, and to this day a couple of my brothers and sisters are those little kids she still cares for. I’m turning 27 in a couple months and I’m the youngest, if that means something. After taking in this memory most of which I had spent by myself trying to ignore the groups of people that walked past, I realized I had finished my food and began my short walk back to the dom. We had a group meeting led by the others in our group who had been there longer. They would talk about how we need to keep better care of ourselves and others. They also had a chant which Thank God, I’ve put out of my mind. As the reader you may have presupposed where I am, or maybe not. I call it therapy, or simply where the crazy people go and I’m not crazy. I don’t belong. Days would go by at this place and I would go to therapy groups to learn about depression, anxiety, or PTSD. Therapists seemed to have learned something because they seemed to understand that although they direct the group they shouldn’t be the leaders. They would ask a question and either everyone fired off wanting to put their two cents in or we’d sit there staring at each other afraid, or even unwilling to respond. A simple question can be so daunting or even unfair and I didn’t fit. Anger isn’t an emotion, it’s a reaction. When I would see people put up these defenses I became cautious. I am quick to make judgements, perhaps too quick, a fatal flaw of mine. I just knew one thing, I didn’t belong.

I like to believe I am well rounded, and I make connections to experiences like any other human. I mean just look at an advisor��s office, when you see all those little toys or momentous they do serve a purpose. Those trinkets serve to jog your memories and hopefully to make association. Comfort is found in the eyes of a good first impression and my impression of those around me is very mixed. In the rough stratification in our social groups some lead, and others are left to believe they are wanted. It seems the group really drew to me trying to connect with our very different experiences. At least until I started hearing of another who knew displacement, Adam Posadas the ‘Anergetic Warmonger’. Never had I felt so dim compared to another. When we met we had some free time upstairs. Another acquaintance who became a friend Nancy a mother of four always said she never felt free and happy as she did around me and thanked me many times. The traits I often miss about myself are the youthful and explorative side of me. When trying to think of positive experiences I’ve made it’s like I’ve hit a brick wall or better yet a devoid space. For some reason others will see it and I’ll accept the praise, but I’m confused the whole time. We talked for some time and he gladly showed me how a tesseract worked on a white board to which I was still confused by the end. All I knew was that one point was always moving. He also sang for us while playing cards later that evening to which I was very impressed that he was so operatic. When he caught wind of Nancy and I’s praise his mood shifted and he quickly left the room as if irritated by our response. I thought that was weird and way brash, but I was accepting. Besides, I still hardly knew the guy. Why turn away praise when you deserve it?

As time unfolded I began to share my experiences with others in the groups to which some of the most deserving affirmed my seemingly tedious trauma. I started to feel better about who I was though that would never change or take away the pain that I dealt with. Adam like me had PTSD, we struggled from similar events, and both of us had far reaching negative internal beliefs cemented in our souls. It was no wonder we connected so quickly as the days went by. We both knew what it was to feel hopeless and without belonging. We both had done things to disable our lives going forward. Hopelessness and longing are best friends with depression. I was only to be at this dom for 30 days and my time to leave was coming up. I had met Adam just 7 days in. We spent a lot time talking about things and trying to reaffirm each other in hopes that we would become better people. Adam as I had later learned had developed romantic feelings for me past my chosen barrier. I would often try to show that I cared deeply about him as a person but that I just didn’t feel that way.

This didn’t constrict our last days of conversation on my end but for him it would turn our conversations into an uncomfortable grey area. I eventually left the facility to return to Montana and found that I had lost much more than I had gained, much more than I have space for here. I grew so much in this sheltered place to realize I didn’t have the capacity to practice my new tools with the real world, but with what I returned to who would? For a time, I lost contact with Adam which led to a horrific end. Adam got out shortly after I left and like me he came home in Seattle to find that he lost everything. His boyfriend was sleeping with another man. He tried to reach out to me, but I didn’t have iMessage turned on, our only form of communication at the time. He had sat on a bridge all through the night and eventually threw himself off, and in his misery wrote one of his last letters to me. Today I live with the realization that I could have helped him if I knew. I occasionally read his last messages. He was a professional writer and had a lot to say. He became the biggest inspiration in my endeavor to writing. I keep looking back hoping to find a new piece to find what he would say now. I just wonder why he felt so alone, yet like him, I don’t. I know exactly what that feels like. Just maybe I do have belonging and perhaps if he had just waited a little longer he would also know that.

As an excerpt I’d like to take time to include a writing that he had made. Given that he mostly wrote children’s books they wouldn’t be as personal but his blog had much more to say. This is an early writing (January 7th, 2011, “It begins with blood”, Adam Posadas)

What is the price of things as they used to be? A single phrase. A single gesture. Even just a single drop of blood. That is all I need to know that magic hasn’t deserted me.

This late at night, desert heat still fills my place. I squat in an unfinished basement unit of a condemned apartment building. The air conditioner pumps in air that is only slightly less hot; it just makes my sweat-soaked shirt heavier. Three days have gone by since the moon was full. Every night as the moon grew I lit the candles and held the image in my mind: I stand tall and confident and I glow with inner radiance. In that vision I am powerful, and I am not afraid. Every morning since I started that visualization I wake with the dread knowledge that it didn’t work, that it’s still gone. It should’ve been better by last night. I should be better right now. Magic as I have always known it can’t be lost to me forever.

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https://adamposadas.livejournal.com/ Adam Posadas January 7th 2011 “It begins with blood”

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