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youarejesting · 4 years

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Quarantine.69

[Masterlist]

Beta: N/A Pairing: BTS x reader Friends2Lovers Genres: friendship, drama, romance SLOWEST OF BURNS. until the anticipation kills us all… Rating: PG-13 and above Summary: Your brother works with a few BigHit dance teams and whilst having permission to accompany him at work the city shuts down banning anyone from stepping outside for a whole WEEK while they disinfect the streets. If you step outside you might get arrested, shot, or poisoned by the chemicals they are emitting through the city. Words: 1.4k Announcement: Working hard and hardly working.

[Part 1] [Part 68] [Part 70] [Tag Yourself Here]

Stepping out from your appointment at the physio, you saw Mister Dong leaning against his car. He hadn't noticed you had seen him thank gosh. Immediately you became suspicious, what was he doing here, you glanced around casually and checked your phone only to see it ringing. It was his name on the screen. Could you pretend it wasn't ringing? Would he know you were lying? Would you care if he knew?

Sighing discreetly, you answered the phone, "Hello?" You asked starting to walk to the cafe Wendy had said she would be working but you were there to meet with Mal-chin. He had asked to see you and it seemed kind of important.

"Ah miss y/n, how are you this morning?" His voice was condescending and you knew he was hiding something and trying to lord it over you.

"Kind of busy, I am meeting a friend for lunch?" You said politely and yet still with authority.

"I was wondering if you had time for a quick chat, your brother and his girlfriend are going on a get away holiday are they not?" He said smugly and you bit your lip and continued to walk away, that asshole. "Do you still not have time to-"

You cut him off, "Hello?" You said trying to sound genuinely confused "Hello, Mister Dong are you there?"

"Hello, yes I am here?" His voice came through clearly and you held your phone up in the air having muted the phone and started shouting that the service was bad while muting and unmuting the phone stealthily with your thumb. disconnecting the call in the middle of your talking "Hello are you the-"

That ought to keep him busy for a while, you thought continuing down the road without looking back. But what he said really hit you, he had faked a get away holiday for your brother and his girlfriend, you dropped Thomas and Areum a text and they understood your warning that Mister Dong planned it to get them away from you. They agreed that they would keep an eye out for trouble but would definitely use the trip anyway for a free trip and paid leave from the company.

There wasn’t much time for thought as you arrived at the cafe, Wendy waved to you from behind the bad her Plum coloured hair standing out amongst the other staff members. She was such a bubbly young lady you honestly couldn’t fathom not meeting her. She reminded you of yourself when you were not so -- for lack of a better word -- Damaged.

She was a good influence, she reminded you to be happy in the moment, and not to dwell. Sure your mind was full of what if’s, but if you were out having a good time with people you love and trusted; she taught you to push the worries aside. If for a moment and have fun, it surprised you how afterwards you would think over the events. All the things you had worried about leading up to the events, seemed irrelevant, they were all for nothing.

Mouthing to her and gesturing to her beautiful make up she blushed and looked down concentrating on her pour. Giggling you turned to see Mal-chin sitting at a table, his knee jutting in away that reminded you of a young teens impatience and boredom. His hair was on the longer side, with the whole quarantine thing, he wouldn’t have time for a haircut. Even when you met it was a tad shaggy, like your dark phase in highschool or the fourth year in harry potter.

Mal-chin gave you a brilliant smile and you took off your coat sitting down, you didn’t miss his glance towards your choice of shirt, it was a v neck but you didn’t think it was distasteful. The boy was a teen of course and he was respectful enough to quickly look away. It reminded you of Seokjin’s whining that morning about your choice of shirt.

“Hey Mal-chin, how is your dad?” “He is good, he has been a little busy though,” He smiled. It mustn't seem bad to have some space at his age. “I have been working hard and look here at my text scores, my teacher says if I keep this up I will get accepted in the S Medical University.”

“That is so exciting,” You smiled as Wendy came over to take your order. Mal-chin Ordered a Chai latte with cinnamon on top and you ordered a dark chocolate mocha iced. The conversation and banter between you three was great, they brought up your speech and cute phrase and you blamed Wendy. Who when she finished her shift she suggested you three go to the movies and watch some new romance comedy.

Looking at Mal-chin making sure he wasn’t uncomfortable he was smiling brilliantly, and the two were off leaving you to try and catch. They were walking along and window shopping and you received a call from Bang Si-hyuk who asked you to come for an important meeting.

“Hey guys, I have to go back early. I got a meeting but you too have fun and tell me how the movie goes” You grinned racing back to the Bighit headquarters and were ushered through security and up to one of the top floors for the meeting.

Everyone was there and waiting, bowing politely you rushed to your seat, “Sorry I am late, I came as fast as my leg allowed”

“Miss y/n, I saw you on television delivering a very powerful speech,” Mister Bang smiled cheekily, “We all have our memorable speeches”

Flushing as you remembered your fumble on stage in front of millions, “Ah yes, I have learnt the correct phrase now and will remember it well”

“We are here to revisit your relationship with the boys and I must say recently you have been in good favors with the Army and well, it doesn’t seem like they would be against you dating a member, we are thinking we can use this as a test. To see how they react to someone dating a member.”

You nodded listening intently “As Seokjin is the oldest, we are thinking perhaps he could be the other party public advertised in the relationship and then your presence with the band won't be questioned. Of course we expect to lose some of the fan base but we want to know how many exactly still support the band.” Mister Bang sighed before taking a drink of water.

“We don’t want a Hyuna and Edawn situation on our hands, if you can still be successful we won’t kick you out, if the effects are to negative we will deny the allegations and say you were working together for an upcoming project,” You watched the CEO discuss your relationship feeling kind of exposed but kept quiet. “If this works you can publicly move with the band if not, you will move behind the scenes in secret”

“That sounds fair sir” Nodding to show your understanding he smiled before turning to the bored

“Before we finalise this does anyone have anything to say on the matter, I want the band, the company and yourself to be well represented.”

“I think you should see this sir,” Mister Dong said showing an article that had your picture on it dressed in a Hazmat suit with a gun and the article was exposing you for killing someone during quarantine and not being a saint or saviour.

“This complicates things. I am so sorry, I cannot bring this onto my company and group, perhaps when everything dies down we can try again.” He said with a deep sigh rubbing his face “Ah… I was actually so happy and ready for you guys to start dating.”

“Hey whatever she did was self defense and we can have the article taken down and marked as defamation of character, we can say it was an attempt to tear her down.” Namjoon said standing and you slumped into your chair, head tilted back. This was like an earthquake, splitting your world in two.

“It would be best if you aren’t seen entering our building for a while and I ask that you don’t stay with the boys anymore it is too risky to have you seen, it is funny how one little thing changes everything” Mr Dong smirked eyeing you with mock pity he walked around the table and touched your shoulder. “I will drive you home.”

“Hey y/n, before you go don’t lose hope, look everything is up in the air again let’s give it a week and revisit the decision” Mr Bang said trying to reassure you.

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thejoshuaglenn-blog · 3 years

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You're a Good Boy, Charlie Brown

The key purpose of a Tumblr blog here is really a brain dump: logging thoughts, feelings, narrative and such is easier in long form than via a brief Facebook post that generates half a dozen "oh no, what happened" comments. As I'm writing this, most of it seems like bullet points and organized timelines. If you're looking for a TL;DR or current state of thoughts, it's the last section titled The Day After, and the Day After That.

A few days ago, Niko and I said goodbye to our first dog, Charlie Brown.

I'm not keen to chat about it a lot. There's more to process than I have time to type; most of it centers around being fair to myself and to Niko, taking the time to appreciate his life without beating ourselves up, and avoiding the overwhelming mire that grief can become.

Joining the Family

CB was a rescue, a hapless victim of the 2016 Louisiana floods and a happy-go-lucky participant in a "dog for a day" event hosted by a local shelter. I fully expected to rent him out for a day, give him a few great experiences, and return him. For myriad reasons, we never did bring him back to Pet Rescue by Judy, and he's been with us ever since.

At adoption, he was estimated to be around 4-8 years old. With a kicked-in shoulder that offset his collarbone and ribcage, some assorted dental issues, and other little signs of damage (cigarette burns, what the heck is wrong with people), it was tough to really gauge his age. That means he left this world at the ripe old age of something like 9-13, which isn't terrible considering all he'd been through.

Charlie Brown was the iconic good boy. He seldom barked, he never licked or jumped, and just wanted to be in the same room as his favorite people. He had a few toys that he cherished, never ripping them up, just carrying them with him from room to room and whining a bit, unsure of where he could store them for safekeeping. Apart from some separation anxiety issues and an occasional urge to bolt out the door and book it as far as he could, CB was by all accounts an easy first dog: more like a low-effort cat than anything else.

Slowly Falling Apart

Over time, the health issues increased. Intermittent but predictably regular upset tummy. Bad gums, bad teeth. Random gooey skin lesion. Eye ulcers. Since October, we've been averaging 2-3 unplanned vet visits a month — many incurring some hefty bills. We'd take out another credit card, find another financing plan, but it adds up. So does the emotional toil on the family; so does the anxiety toll on the dog.

You start to think about quality of life for the dog, you know? He'd had a few teeth removed to sew up his gums after they kinda detached and fell apart from his jawbone — so he couldn't chew anything hard. Couldn't even chew a tennis ball, which was the only toy he took interest in anymore. Couldn't have any fun treats like peanut butter or other soft chews, as his tummy would have bad flare-ups that usually ended up with him attached to an IV bag. After finally settling in and learning to play well with Atlas, Charlie Brown started to get pretty irritable whenever Atlas got frisky.

He still loved running around outdoors, and was in otherwise great health.

I can't tell you how guilty that makes me feel, even now.

Moving to Waltham

Before we left Orlando, there were so many crisis moments in emergency vet offices where Niko and I talked about how long he could ride this roller coaster. CB obviously was not a fan of vet visits: loved the staff, but was notably anxious and panicky when separated from us, and he had grown very loathe to the process of poking, prodding, and whatnot.

Shortly after moving to Waltham (he was a champ in the U-Haul), Charlie Brown had a severe colitis flare-up. He was losing so much fluid and was growing very lethargic over the day. Vets are hard to get into these days: with the sweep of "pandemic puppy" adoptions, the vet industry as a whole is saturated with demand, and practices are responding as best they can. There were just no emergency clinics available to us within 20 miles, except one that noted "we have no availability, but you can come and wait, and we might be able to see you in 4 or 5 hours." So we did.

It was a very late night. Charlie Brown came home with us with another round of the same antibiotics he'd been taking almost regularly since December for his assorted ailments, and some probiotics. The next day, CB seemed a bit better and brighter, and Niko and I went into the city for part of the day. We came home to find he'd had an accident, but it was just... blood. So so much. And he looked so in pain, so ashamed, so guilty, so anxious.

So we went back to the vet ER. It was another very late night. I didn't know how many of these late nights we could afford; neither of us knew how many of these late nights it was fair to expect Charlie Brown to endure.

Do you plan on letting a pet go after an extended crisis visit? Do you plan on letting a pet go in a time of relative peace?

Camping Analogy, and a Best Last Day

When you're off on a long hike, and you see daylight start to fade as the sun begins to set, you begin to think about finding a good place to set up camp for the night. It's abysmal to do this after the sun has already gone down: where you could have had preparation and structure, you have chaos by flashlight.

A dog's life is in your hands. You're his whole world: all food, adventure, pampering, challenge, treatment, and care come from you. More than anything, we wanted Charlie Brown to have a peaceful, restful life. Now that we started thinking about it, we wanted to be able to give him a peaceful, restful passing as well: not as the climax of another overnight crisis with injections and yelps and beeps and cowering and anxiety and fear, but in the still quiet of familiar sounds and smells.

His very last day was a great one. Fresh Pond in Cambridge: a massive stroll around a colossal lake with an absurd bounty of new smells, kind people, happy dogs, and a brisk New England breeze. He got to swim in a little side pond — that boy lived for jumping into random lakes. He ran around the broad field that is Kingsley Bowl, chasing a thrown ball the very very farthest his sad pop could throw it — and he brought it back. We bought him a steak. We told him how much he brought to our lives.

And then we waited.

Lap of Love is a sort of home delivery service of dignified passing for pets. There's more to say on that hour than I care to pen, but throughout the procedure, we never left him. Charlie Brown passed enveloped in our arms and laps and sobs and hugs.

The Day After, and the Day After That

The rest is just thoughts. Your head starts to feel like a coffee shop where your grief comes in, sits at a table with you, and unloads. You nod, listen, and wish them well. I hope I can keep processing this way — I find it helpful, and less overwhelming.

I wish he had been able to play with his tennis ball more. Since his jaw surgery — even out on Kingsley Bowl, nearly a month and a half after he should have been fully healed — any kind of chewing would cause renewed bleeding and pain.

I wish we had hugged him more. But truth be told, he didn't like hugs. They made him uncomfortable. So we gave him a hand to lay his head on, or a knee for him to pop his head upon, as often as he liked.

There were so many times I felt inconvenienced by owning a dog at all. They weren't the majority, but... now each remembered time feels like a splinter of selfishness.

I miss how familiar the back of his neck felt under my hand, just behind the ears, where the waves of fur meet and crash and make a long cowlick of foof and fluff.

His happy smile and his stressed smile were very similar, but you could still tell which was which.

I loved being there for him in thunderstorms.

When you think about it, we sort of were hospice care for him. We weren't his original owners; we just wanted the rest of his life to be painless and fulfilling. He had so many trust issues when he first came to us. And in the end, he loved anyone he met.

I miss feeling around with my feet to make sure I don't step on him on my way to bed. I miss setting my feet on the floor as I wake, stooping down, and giving his head a good squishy rub.

He never did get to see Boston snow. I mean... thousands of dogs never get to see snow. But I was really looking forward to sharing that experience with him.

I wanted so badly to bring him to a point of health, and then say goodbye when he was feeling well. Seeing him have his Best Last Day, part of me whispered "murderer" with cold accuracy, and I have a hard time shaking it. He was so happy — but between jaw bleeding after playing with a tennis ball, seeing him scratch his eyes that were starting to ache with ulcers again... I know the unbridled happiness came with the reality of his declining health.

Atlas was the best thing that ever happened to that boy. I know Charlie Brown was at least a little disgruntled that his easy-going day-to-day had been interrupted by a chompy puppy, but Atlas brought out the young pup in CB: ripping palm fronds to shreds, playing tug, playing tag, meeting new dogs with confidence and assurance.

I used to get so mad at my mother-in-law for feeding Charlie Brown cinnamon donuts. I wish I'd given him more. Heck, I wish I'd given him more peanut butter. I'm frankly surprised he hadn't died of peanut butter overdose years ago.

Where Charlie's health had limits, we kept going with Atlas. That might mean taking Atlas out to play with a ball or a tug toy, because CB couldn't. It breaks my heart now to think of Charlie at the glass door just watching it happen, all because he physically couldn't play the same. I know he didn't understand that.

We took him out to Park Ave maybe once or twice. I wish it had been more. Truth be told, it was the same as the dog park, though: he was kind of a loner. Loads of people or dogs made him anxious. So while I might idealize the past and wish he had sat at our legs for lunch after lunch at an outdoor thoroughfare, ... I think he would have been miserable. I think he would have rather just curled up at the base of the couch and dozed while we watched a show.

He was so trusting. I could just drag him onto his back and onto my lap for cuddles and a good tummy rub. No complaints.

He looked so gaunt these past few months. I keep looking at earlier photos, and I really didn't realize just how grizzly and drawn he had become lately.

I miss seeing him randomly waiting for me outside the bathroom door — or curled up on the bath mat while I was in the shower, having sneakily nosed the door open and wanting my company while I was rinsing.

For his first few years with us, he was incredibly playful. I've been going through old videos — it's like going outside just blew his mind, and toys were either for cherishing daintily, or thrashing about and throwing to oneself and gnawing. He lost that after a time. He regained it a bit when Atlas joined the party. But it still faded. I'm sure that's inevitable, but it makes me sad to see the early vibrant puppy in those old recordings, and how different he had been in recent months.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #407

“sugar pop, sugar pop, baby here i come, straight to #1″

Do you follow any special diet? (dairy free, vegetarian, gluten free etc.) No. What’s your favourite summer activity? Swimming is all I really enjoy about summer. Who was the first person to break your heart? It wasn't in a romantic sense obviously, but my dad. First band you obsessed about? I've only ever *truly* been obsessed with Ozzy Osbourne as a band, haha. First place someone took you on a date? I want to say a local skating rink. It was a group thing. How many doors are in the room you’re in? Two, if you include the closet door. Has anyone ever drawn a picture of you? Yes. Do you have any nieces or nephews? Quite a few. Which movie villain do you find the most terrifying? Well, if you've seen the scene where Pyramid Head literally rips a woman's skin off like a sheet in Silent Hill... u kno. I genuinely do find him to be a terrifying monster though, all bias aside. Humanoid monsters with ambiguous faces unsettle me. I wouldn't want that knife swingin at me, either. Do you get grumpy when you’re hungry? Yuuuup, I sure can. Do you stick your tongue out often in pictures? I have done that maybe twice in my whole life. Which one of your family members are you closest to? My mom. If chocolate was an illegal drug - would you be a drug addict? Nah. I'd be able to survive if it was illegal, but it would suck. Are you proud of your parents? Yes in some areas, no in some others. There are things both have said and/or done that I can't say I'm proud of them for, but overall, I am. Do you say “soda” or “pop”? "Soda." Are you shy about singing in front of people? YUP. I just don't do it. If you could get backstage tickets to ANY concert - which would you pick? Ozzy. :') It'd be fantastic to tell him thank you for his music that has always brought me joy and comforted me, and also let him know for sure just how strong he is and that it is absolutely not overlooked to still be nailing out an album while fighting Parkinson's. I'd probably start blubbering like a baby while rambling at some point, haha. Which is better: orange or grape soda? Orange. I don't like grape soda. Do you sleep with a sleep mask? Well, you could sort of call it that, ha ha. I have to wear an APAP mask to subdue my sleep apnea that causes wild nightmares/terrors. Do you like techno music? It's actually grown on me the past few months. Have you ever been drunk? No, I've never quite reached that point. I've only been tipsy. Are you mad at your best friend right now? Nope, got no reason to be. Do you know anybody with a pet snake? Yes, including myself. Is there any drink that you absolutely MUST drink cold? WATER. ABSOLUTELY WATER. I canNOOOOOOT do room temperature water anymore. It's gotta be pretty damn cold for me to drink it like it's nothin'. Have you ever painted anybody's nails aside from your own? No. Do you ever donate to the less fortunate? Mom likes to donate our old clothes and stuffed animals. Did you buy an American flag after 9/11 to put on your car/house/ whatever? I was a little kid when this happened, so. I don't know if my parents did. Honestly, do you have any Hilary Duff on your MP3 player? HA, I do. I love "Who's That Girl." When was the last time you had an ice cream sandwich? Wow, probably years... I really, really want one now, ha ha. Have you ever caught a friend cheating on their bf/gf? Well, my sister's friend, anyway. I was just sitting on the computer in the living room and there they were on the couch just casually making out. Do you enjoy doing math? Fuuuuck no. Do you think your mom has secrets she’s never told you? Oh, I know she does. There are things she's done that I know I have plenty of missing details from, but I don't ask because I know they're sensitive subjects. Do you own anything you don’t want your parents to know about? No. Do you pose in your pictures or just smile? I usually just smile. Do you use scented soap in the shower? Yes. It smells like cinnamon rolls and it is HEAVENLY. Did you ever want to be a fashion designer? No. Who was the last person you danced with? Enjoyable? Ha, Sara. Yeah. Dark or light colored jeans? Dark, 100%. I never wore light jeans. Can you take apart a computer and name all the parts? No sir. Can you take apart a car and name all the parts? That's an even bigger "no." Have you ever purchased a lotto ticket? No. What is the longest amount of time you've spent playing Monopoly? Idk. Have you ever witnessed a tornado first-hand? Thank fucking Christ I haven't. I am terrified of them. Have you ever colored your eyebrows? No. Have you ever taken another person's prescribed medication? Pain medicine, yes. Have you ever played golf (not miniature golf)? No. I'm not interested to, either. Have you ever gotten dressed with the windows open? I definitely don't believe so. Have you ever taken a shower outside? At the beach, yes. If you could call it a "shower." Have you ever been to a junkyard? No. Have you ever watched the History Channel willingly? No. If you could get the cell phone of your choice - what would it be? Probably a current iPhone. Apple is such a rip-off, but damn is the camera good lmao. Do you hand out candy to kids on Halloween? This will be my first Halloween in this house, so I really don't know if trick-or-treaters happen here. Do you like huskies? Love 'em, but I could neeeever own one with all that fur. What do you smell like? I'm always self-conscious over if I smell like sweat because of my hyperhidrosis. I hope not. Do you take your dog for walks? I don't have a dog. I used to take Teddy when he was younger, though. He loved those, but I stopped when I noticed his arthritis kicking in. Have you ever went paintballing? No. Seems stupid to me, honestly... Like that shit seems painful, so like, why??? What kind of movies are you drawn to? Horror and fantasy, mostly. I don't watch movies often. How often do you update your Facebook status? Just about never because I either just have nothing to say or am afraid of saying something stupid. I only ever share posts or pictures that appeal to me. What type of pet would you like to have? A Brazilian Black tarantula. :( I will whine about that until the day I get one, ha ha. I would also really, really like a plains hognose and a woma python. What breakfast are you most likely to have? Cereal. When you're starting to feel sick, you: It depends on what kind of "sick," but odds are I'm heading for the medicine cabinet. What colors are you most drawn to? Pastel ones. :') Light and pretty. What deadly sin are you most likely to commit? Sloth. When you're away from home, what makes you feel at home? "Having my stuff with me, like my laptop." <<<< Same. Do you prefer to lounge in a hot tub or swim in a pool? Swim. How many books do you have out in the public areas of your house? None. Who makes a better burger, in your opinion? Sonic. @_@ What do you like best about the holidays? Seeing my niece and nephew so excited. You think your eyes convey: Boredom, probably. Besides screaming for ice cream, what else do you scream for? If a bug surprises me by being on me. Well, depending on the bug. Do you like fried chicken? Noooo, it is so gross to me. What do you think of belly button piercings? They are SO cute imo. I want one, but I think it would look hideous on me. Maybe if I was actually thinner. Not saying bigger people can't wear belly button piercings, I just don't think it would look good on me. Do you like plain Lays potato chips? They're my favorite! I especially like the ruffled kind. Is there a big screen television in your house? In the living room, yeah. Would you rather no heat in winter or no A.C in summer? No heat in the winter, EASILY. I can't handle no A/C when it's hot. At least if you're cold, you can bundle up with tons of blankets. Have you ever had braces? I did for a long time because we couldn't afford to take them off. Do you do your own laundry? No, honestly. Mom likes to just do it all together, so I let her do it. Which do you prefer: English, Irish, or Australian accents? Irish. Is there anything on your bedroom door? Yeah! I got a "Meerkat Lover St." sign for my door. :') What is the best vegetable? Broccoli. Guys in eyeliner: Hot or not? That shit is h o t. Have you ever seen your favorite band live? No. :( Do you drink water or soda more often? Ugh, soda. Did you collect Pokemon cards back in the day? I didn't deliberately, but only because I was awkward about asking for Pokemon stuff because I thought people thought I was weird for being a girl and being obsessed with it. I think I got one pack. I really, really wish I'd been less self-conscious about that passion. Pet turtle: yay or nay? I'm personally not interested. Did anyone famous come from your town/city/school? Yeah, but I'm not sharing who. Have you ever seen a celebrity on the street? No. Have you ever pretended to be sick? To avoid school sometimes, yes. Can you ice skate? Never tried, too scared to. The blades terrify me. Do you have your nose pierced? No, but I want to have it redone. Do you loooove Tim Burton movies? I sure do! What arcade games do you like to play? I haven't been to an arcade in forever... but I liked the racing ones. What's the most expensive gift you've ever gotten for someone else? I'm not sure. Would you rather spend a whole day with your mom, or your dad? At this moment, probably my dad. We haven't hung out in a long time. What would you say if you found out your last ex was in a relationship? I'd be happy for her and tell her she'd better let me know if the person ever fucks up so I can kick some ass, ha ha. Are you easily confused? Very. I'm slow to understand things. Where was your MySpace/Facebook default taken? My bedroom. Can you whistle with your fingers in your mouth? No. I've never understood how that works. Do you like peanut butter? Love it.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''bubblegum bitch'' by marina and the diamonds

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seihun · 4 years

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"Girl I'm Your Candy" written by me (🍬 anon) bc I love you💕 (part 1/??)

Imagine Baekyun being a student in university. It was his third time messing up the dessert he had prepared for himself as a treat for a long week of midterms, and he was running short on money for all the ingredients he acquired in the past month. Not to mention the amount of times he has been late to class after many attempts to make his own coffee in the mornings.

He sighed in defeat, taking the bowl of extra whipped cream he had prepared to the couch, as he threw himself on the furniture and ate away at it with a spoon.

"Maybe baking isn't for me. But chemistry isn't for me either...Maybe I should just audition somewhere and hope I become famous!" Baekhyun exclaimed loudly in frustration with his mouth full with slightly salty whipped cream (yes, he did mistake the salt for sugar. yes, he thought if he put 1 cup of sugar it would overpower the salt).

The following day he decided to spend the rest of his day in a cafe that Chanyeol had suggested to him.

(okay i am posting the rest of your asks/the story under the cut but let me just say here NOT YOU GUYS WRITING WHOLE FICS IN MY INBOX ?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 WHAT THE HELL YOU’RE SO CUTE I LOVE YALL 🥺🥺😚💘💘💘💘)

"yeah remember when I bought like 6 iced coffees" his tall friend had texted him.

"ooooh thats where u got them from??? u let me had one sip out of 6 drinks 🧍🏻‍♂️"

"like I said, the 6 iced coffees I bought as in for me"

Baekhyun scoffed at his friend, stuffing his phone into his pocket upon entering the cafe. It was a bit smaller than he imagined, given the popularity the location receives. The place wasn't filled to the brim with customers, being that it was only noon on a Tuesday. He placed himself in the line of three people, turning his attention to the large menu hanging on the wall behind the cashier. It seemed like they were the only employee working at the moment. Their bright smile as they greeted the customers, their concentration when taking orders, and their speed at preparing drinks.

"Sir?" Before Baekhyun knew it, he was at the front of the line, eyes wide as the cashier smiled at him. "What can I get for you?" They asked.

Baek cleared his throat, chuckling nervously. "Uh..can I just get a medium iced americano, please?"

"Of course, would you like one of our signature croissants or muffins with that? They're fresh out of the oven." They smiled brightly while inputting his order into the system. How could he deny such an adorable face?

"Uhm, sure!" Baek replied a bit too enthusiastically, "I-I'll have a muffin..."

The cashier chuckled, "And can I have your name?" They asked, retrieving a plastic cup and a marker as they looked up at Baekhyun's reddened face in awe. Baek couldn't help but avert his gaze when he felt his blush spread up to his ears, "B-Baek."

They hurriedly scribbled his name on the side of the cup, "Alright, $4.13 is your total for today." Baek turned his attention back to them, "Only $4.13? What about the muffin?"

Their smile grew, "It's on the house." They winked, "And how would you like to pay?"

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Ever since then, Baekyun has been coming back to the cafe almost every day. He would go there before his afternoon classes, after his morning classes, to study, he even brought his friends there a few times. Of course you had to tell them to keep it down a few times, and Baekhyun not wanting to upset you threatened to not pay for their meal, but they loved it at the cafe and they all loved seeing you there.

Today was different. You knew Baek had finished his morning class by now, and would be arriving some time soon. However, he didn't show up around his usual time. You felt a bit disappointed, 'He's probably studying.' You thought to yourself as your coworker suggested you go for break.

Thirty minutes prior to closing, Baekhyun finally made his appearance. His backpack clung to his back that was clothed in a grey hood with hands hands in the pockets of his black ripped skinny jeans.

"Baekhyun!" You said his name gleefully, pulling him into a small over-the-counter hug, "Where were you today? I was worried you wouldn't show up."

He chuckled, "Just had some stuff to do, I wasn't expecting it to take that long." He replied with a cheeky grin.

You had just closed the cafe with Baekhyun accompanying you, happily kicking his legs as he sat upon the front counter while you swept the floor.

"C'mon 'Cinderella', you're gonna miss the ball if you dont move faster!" He teased, the both of you giggling.

"Whats your rush, Baek?" With a smile, he hopped off the counter and went to retrieve his bag that resided under the table he usually sat at.

You placed your broom back behind the counter, watching Baekhyun rummage through his bag and remove items you wouldn't normally put in a school bag (a toothbrush, a comb, five packets of sugar, a tube of lip gloss and a sock). Baekhyun huffed in frustration before unzipping a different pocket of his bag and letting out a loud "aha!".

"Found it!" He grinned, pulling out a small white box. He made his way back to you, thrusting the box in your way with a blush spreading across his cheeks.

Taking the box into your hands, you looked back up at Baekhyun and saw his smile widen, eyes crinkled in excitement. You couldn't help but smile back, lifting the white paper lid and unveiling the sweet contents.

"Macarons? Where did you get these from?" You asked.

Baekhyun laughed at your response, clasping his hands together happily, "I made them!" He replied.

Your eyes widened in slight shock. Macarons werent the easiest treats to make, even you struggled with them from time to time. But Baekhyun making them surprised you the most. You two had always discussed your hobby for baking, not one day went by where Baekhyun didn't bring up a failed attempt he had at making desserts, but you knew he was trying. While the macarons didn't look perfect, they looked better than any of your past attempts at making them.

Each one was made of different colours and flavors, with little faces messily adorning each delight with black icing;

⊙ㅅ⊙ (glasses)

'Dorky Mint'

•ㅅ- ~☆ (wink)

'Mature Cinnamon'

•ㅅ• ~♡

'Sweet Honey'

"Pfft," You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand to not embarrass the cute boy in front of you. "These are so cute!"

Baek smiled back and let out a laugh of his own, "Thanks. These were keeping me away from you today." He admitted bashfully.

Your hand moved from your mouth to your chest, right above your heart as you looked at him in awe, "You did all this just for me?" You cooed, pinching his squishy red cheek.

He whined as he removed your hand from his face and interlaced your fingers together. "I did. "I did...I tried my best to make them perfect l-like you.."

There was a brief silence before you both broke it with your boisterous laughter, "That was so cheesy," you started, setting the box down on the counter and taking Baek's other hand in your own. "But awfully sweet...just like you."

Baekhyun felt a grin spread across his face, "That was even cheesier-" he stopped in the middle of his sentence when he felt you gently cup his face, leaning in slowly until your lips finally connected.

End ♡

(SERIOUSLY THIS WAS SUCH A SWEET SURPRISE YOU GUYSSSSS 🤧🤧🤧🥳💓💓💓)

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h-e-l-l-b-r-o-k-e · 5 years

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Made to Feel [B.H. x you]

Request:

Inspiration: Right Here by The Go-Betweens

Word Count: 872 Warnings: none.

Written Date: 9/24-10/4/2019 Posted Date: 10/6/2019

Baked at 350 degrees, moist in the middle, and perfectly crisped around the edges. Billy had never savored such a piece of heaven before, and the hint of cinnamon was the hook at the end of the line. If only he would have known that asking for a chocolate chip cookie from some girl he didn’t realize sat behind him in Algebra 2 was dangerous business.

This girl who sat behind him has asked to borrow a pencil a few times too many to be an accident, yet he’d just written her off as some ditz despite her always knowing the answers to the assigned practice problems. She’d slip her answers onto his desk in return, even on days she’d brought her own writing utensil. He didn’t think too much about it. As long as he was passing the class, it was one less thing to have his dad bark to him about.

He had never noticed just how much she stuck her nose in his affairs, asking him how his day was going or what he had planned for the weekend as if it mattered….that is until he ate the lobster trap masked as a baked good.

Now that he was actually aware of her existence, he began to notice things.

It was probably on a Tuesday or a Thursday… He doesn’t remember what filler day of the week it had been. Not that it mattered or anything. He just remembers the whiff of early rain and the sight of heavy clouds looming over the school like a shroud. The hallways had been more crowded than usual, and chattier too. Tommy’d lost what little control he had on his tongue that it even drove his girl since eighth grade, Carol, away.

After ditching Tommy while he was pissing away at a urinal and ironically yapping about how annoying Carol had been acting lately, Billy heard it. Among the babblings of all the students avoiding the continuous shitty weather of Hawkins, shushing and muffled giggling drilled into his ears.

His spine went rigid, his shoulders squared, and his eyes located her doe-eyes like an expert hunter to his next meal, a hidden deer grazing on tall tufts of grass. It wouldn’t be the last time he’d catch her staring at him, yet each time she’d turn away to one of her girlfriends with pretense conversation about one thing or another.

It wasn’t just in the hallways between fifth and sixth period either. He soon had started noticing her everywhere. At basketball games, cheering him on like a supportive girlfriend. At Friday night get-togethers at Tina’s even though she was an anomaly compared to the party animals. At the records store downtown, sampling the new shipment of 7” singles while he flipped through cassettes in the heavy metal section.

Sometimes, as half the class struggled to stay awake from another dull lecture from Mr. Spazz (not actually his name), Billy swore he could feel her breath spanning down the length of his neck.

The girl had implanted herself as a tumor, growing until she was no longer hidden by layers of tissue. Until she was no longer just a vaguely-familiar façade that blurred with the others to create a dull back drop for his daily life even though he had been clueless about the girl’s name until Mr. Spazz had called you out to answer a question. And, Billy couldn’t stand to have no choice over the idea that Y/n was a part of him as much as he believed he was a part of her.

He told himself that Y/n was just another female intruder, just like bitchy Max and her timid mother. A nobody who he regrets asking a baked chocolate chip cookie from and who happened to sit behind him in one of seven of his classes. That was the extent of her place and he’d refuse to allow her to do anything else with his persona.

Then the notes began.

Bits of ripped off pieces of binder paper began to land onto his desk from time to time by an extending arm over his shoulder whenever Mr. Spazz had his back turned, each filled with strange observations scribbled in them:

Ever notice how the Spazz does that weird little thing with his lip every time he says slope?

Or…

Heard u blastin’ Mötley Crüe in the parking lot this morning. I like ‘em 2.

He doesn’t know which ones he hates the most: the ones that demand some sort of physical response from him or the ones that try to claim some sort of part of him. Both were reminders that you were starting to grasp more and more of his time and that he couldn’t really do anything about it. Either way, the empty cigarette box in his glove compartment was filling up nicely with those scribbled notes.

He was losing his mind, and it was all because of that damn chocolate chip cookie and her doe-eyes.

A/N: Everything I write is always so naturally bittersweet, so thank you, anon, for this challenging ass request. I had to dig through my own personal musical collection, find playlists, and sit through hours upon hours of love songs to get anywhere with this request and even then, this didn’t turn out fluffy like you wanted. Might make a second part, and try to check mark the fluff aspect of the request. Toodles! p.s. sorry for making ya’ll seem semi-stalkerish!

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thewritingdungeon · 4 years

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Discordancy #1

SUMMARY: Hawkeye has a long and varied past. He’s been a carnie, a spy, a superhero, even a brainwashed soldier. He also was, no matter how much he hates to admit it, an ex-criminal. It’s a part of his past he moved on from long ago and hoped he could just forget ever happened. But when an old associate contacts him for help, Clint is reminded that not everything he had so desperately tried to leave behind was something bad.

CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Clint Barton/OFC

WORD COUNT: 2,590

WARNINGS: heavy petting

"I can't believe that worked, you beautiful bastard!" Eris cries out, draping herself in the passenger seat. "That was such a rush, I could kiss you right now!"

Clint gives an easy smile in response, leaning back now that he has the luxury of driving slower. "By all means, don't fight it if you—"

The rest of his words are lost as his face is abruptly turned and his mouth covered by soft lips pressing eagerly against his. His lips part in silent surprise, and Eris takes the opportunity to dart her tongue in to swipe against his, bringing with it a taste of smoke and cinnamon he somehow finds intoxicating. But before he can register her actions enough to kiss back, Eris is pulling away, a grin on her lips and fire in her eyes.

He should have known right then and there that she'd be trouble for him.

Clint shook the memory off as he looked up at the nondescript hotel looming above him then back down at the text that had made its way onto his phone.

Hey Francis,

Long time, no chat! Just thought I'd see how you've been doing. How's the wife? Everest is lonely without your jokes, but I'm still climbing it!

-X

It was a code he hadn't seen in a long time. Her code. She had even signed it with her usual kiss.

'Need help Ronin. Meet at hotel.'

He never thought he'd step foot back in such a place after SHIELD took him in—never thought he'd be allowed to step foot back in—but he could already feel that warm familiarity slip over him like a well-worn jacket as he stepped into the polished lobby, old habits making their way back into his gait.

"Good evening, Ronin," The Concierge warmly greeted. "It has been quite the long time since we have seen you around here. We are pleased to see you make use of our services once again."

"Evening, sir. It's, uh," Clint huffed out in incredulity, and the man's smile only grew more smug, "it sure is interesting to be back."

"And how may we help you this evening?"

Clint scratched at his chin. "Ah, I'm here to find an old friend, actually." He held up his hands in a gesture of good will at the sharp look in The Concierge's eye. "Don't you worry, I know the rules. Just looking for a drink and a chat, I swear."

The Concierge hummed noncommittally, flipping through his ledger. "Well, you're in luck that a room has already been reserved in your name, though payment will still be required." There was a slap of folded notes on the marble surface, but the man made no acknowledgement. "And you have a booth reserved in the lounge for midnight. We trust you can find your way there?"

"Mm, yeah. Thanks, man."

Clint made to take the offered room key, and was given one last unsettling smile by The Concierge. "Welcome back to Hotel Soteria, Ronin. Do let us know if you find yourself in need of any assistance."

The lounge was dim, lit sporadically with shifting colored lights meant to distract and obfuscate. There was no host to tell him which booth he was intended for, but a familiar shine of icy waves flashed through the milling crowd and gave Clint his answer. Taking quick steps forward, he left himself with no time to second guess his actions as he slid into the booth.

"You changed your hair."

He drank in the sight of the woman before him, trying his damnedest not to let the spark of familiarity burn into something more illicit. Where before had been wild white locks in a disheveled undercut, bold makeup and piercings, and a 'fuck you' attitude so common amongst rebellious youth, now stood messy silver-white waves cut sharp, with subtlety and daring balanced out in what combined into an impossibly alluring form.

And yet it was still that avid, easy grin tugging at dark, painted lips that met his words and stole his attention. "Aren't men your age supposed to start a flirtation with 'what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?' If you're not careful, I might start thinking you didn't miss me, Ronin."

Clint couldn't help but snort and roll his eyes at her greeting, "You got rid of the lip ring too."

"Aw, sad that it's gone?"

"Shouldn't you be flirting with people your own age?"

That pulled a sharp laugh from the woman, "Where would be the fun in that?"

Clint sighed; he had forgotten how...whimsical Eris could be. It was a fun trait to be around in the past, but the world had made him weary, jaded. There was no real place for exuberance in a spy's life. He didn't know how to deal with it anymore. "Get to the point, Eris. Why did you bring me here?"

A slow smile spread across her face, and Eris leaned forward, voice a husky whisper, "I've got something I think you'll really want to get a hold of."

Clint had been so wrapped up in not staring at her that he didn't quite grasp what Eris had intended when she told him she had something for him. It wasn't until he felt the heat of her slide onto his lap to straddle him that Clint realized the trouble he was in.

Rough, half-gloved hands cupped his face as Eris leaned down to press an eager kiss to his lips. His mind went blank, arousal and habit taking over to urge his mouth to move against hers. He dragged her closer by her hips, earning him a gasp that let him slip his tongue inside to explore her mouth. Clint smirked into the kiss; it was rare he was able to surprise the chaotic woman.

He buried a hand into her hair, letting him control their movements and deepen the kiss as Eris's touch burned a trail down his chest. His advantage was quickly lost, however, when she dipped a hand into the waistband of both his jeans and underwear, careful to keep away from where he suddenly found himself wanting her touch the most. A ragged moan escaped Clint from the combination of that teasing brush and the harsh bite to his lower lip.

"I'll wait up for you," she whispered, placing another short peck against his swollen lips.

And then the warmth of her body was gone. Clint blinked as he tried to understand what had just happened, but Eris had already disappeared.

"Damn girl's trying to give me a heart attack with her games, I swear," he groaned. "Can't she just leave an old man alone?"

Taking a moment to adjust himself, Clint palmed the flash drive Eris had slipped into his pants, moving it to a more secure location with the sly tricks years spent in the circus had taught him. He tipped back his beer and waited, looking as much like a man who had just been teased as any around him. All he needed to do was keep blending in a little bit more; then, he could escape to his room and see what the job was that awaited him.

Clint locked the door of his hotel room, slumping forward to lean his head against the polished wood with a frustrated groan. Why, of all the people he had teamed up with in his past, did it have to have been Eris that made contact with him again?

He thought back to all the jobs they had pulled off together. The bright, brilliant, chaotic demolitions prodigy who lived up to her alias was a surprising complement to his pinpoint efficiency as a marksman and hired sword. She was an explosion unto herself, and at only age 18, she truly had been a force to be reckoned with. So why she had taken after that first heist to teasing and flirting with a man over ten years her senior, Clint would never understand.

His mind brought up flashes of moments witnessed firsthand of how she liked to play with those who caught her interest like toys, and when she was done she'd leave them behind just as easily as one. It was all a game in her mind. Which made it all the more frustrating for Clint. As much as he hated to admit it, he was drawn to Eris, but he refused to play her games and be another crushed pawn. The age gap didn't help matters either. God, every time he thought about her made him feel like a dirty, old man. It was even worse now that he actually was a dirty, old man.

"A gorgeous woman is waiting for you on your bed, and you choose getting personal with a door instead?" He heard an undignified snort from behind him. "You're a better gentleman than me, Ronin."

Clint sighed. He wasn't surprised by her presence in his room: she hadn't given him a room number to meet him at, after all. He turned and made his way to the encrypted computer that came with every guest room in the hotel, ignoring Eris as she swung her legs back and forth off the side of the single bed. "That's because you are neither gentle nor a man," he remarked tersely, settling into the leather chair. "I don't see why you had to go and grope me to slip me the damn thing if you were just gonna meet me in the room anyway."

"Cuz then I wouldn't have had an excuse to kiss you!" Came Eris's cheerful response."

Yeah, yeah. This USB of yours got extra encryption already on it?"

"It's safe."

"All right, let's see what problems you're dragging me into now." He plugged in the drive and immediately a single folder popped up:

Project Shadrak.

Clint clicked through the folder, and dozens of files appeared on the screen, each one detailing a job right down to grainy, camera-feed clips of the woman in question. "Eris, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Silence hung heavy in the air for a single moment.

"…A week and a half ago, I found a bug in my apartment," she began from behind him, voice quiet. "I sweep the place regularly, so I don't know how long it had been there, but I could've sworn it couldn't have been for long. Then a few days later, an unmarked envelope was left inside my door, lock still secure. It contained that flash drive and details on every job I've ever pulled since joining the Underground."

He spun the chair to face her, eyes hard at the implication of her words. "Why didn't you have someone trace the data? Why not check your security system feeds? What the hell am I supposed to do? I'm a hired gun, Eris, not a hacker. And I'm not even that anymore."

"I tried!" She bit out in frustration. "Once any hacker saw the flash drive's encryption, they refused to help me. Wouldn't even tell me why!"

"And what exactly do you think involving me is going to help with?"

"Don't you get it?!" Clint faltered at the distress in her voice and watched as she gripped at the roots of her hair and tugged on the strands. "They have data on every. single. job. I've done! That means they have this information on you too! You're in danger, Francis!"

Her voice broke on his false name, and Clint felt his ingrained defensiveness crack at the sound. "What about other partners you've had; have you warned them too?"

He had thought by now nothing Eris could do nothing to surprise him anymore. But then, she shifted her gaze from his, looking awkward as she muttered, "I haven't had any other partners on jobs..."

Clint blinked, “What?”

“Look, I-I don’t— I just— Before you agreed to work with me, no one wanted to work with a technical teenager, all right?” Eris crossed her arms. “After the Italy job and the banker, I got a reputation for being difficult to work with. I don’t—” she cut herself off with a petulant huff, still refusing to meet his eyes. “I just don’t really play well with others, okay? It’s usually better for everyone if I’m hired for design work or solo jobs.”

“You worked with me just fine,” he pointed out.

Eris threw her hands up in the air, exasperation weaving its way through her words, “Yeah, and I got known for that too! You were known as the only one who could ‘handle’ me, as one employer put it. Did no one ever bring it up to you?”

“Honestly, I never really thought about it,” Clint admitted. “Usually was too busy thinking about the shit coffee they always gave us.”

“Yeah, well, it was said to me enough times. So there’s no one else to warn, you happy?”

Eris was dangerously close to pouting, and it made it difficult to keep the serious expression on his face that the situation called for. “Fine, I’ll help you find out who’s after you so that both our backs are in the clear. But after that you’re on your own, Eris. I can’t be seen back in this life.”

“Thank you, Ronin,” she breathed. The next instant, Clint found himself in a crushing hug.

“Oof. Er, I can’t help if you break me, all right? Jeez, I forgot how freakishly strong you are.” Clint rubbed his back as Eris stepped away and sighed. “We’ll head out around noon tomorrow to speak to the last hacker you brought the stick to. For now, get the hell out of my room and get some rest, okay?”

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discsters-a · 4 years

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( jessica-alba. thirty-five. cisfemale. she/her. ) in texas, CAMILLA MENDOZA is known to most as cam. they have been riding with the 𝑫 𝑰 𝑨 𝑩 𝑳 𝑶 𝑺 for twenty-two years. they originally from newton and the PRESIDENT t is known to be very irascible & fiendish but the other club members will tell you they are diligent & resilient. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do fire by beartooth is usually heard blasting. ( the sound of bruised and blooody knuckles cracking. worn off boots and ripped skinny jeans. victoria’s secret lingerie hiding beneath a leather jacket. half empty whisky bottles. cold metal of a gun touching the skin on her back. )

( jessica alba. thirty five. cisfemale. she/her. ) in texas, CAMILLA MENDOZA is known to most as cam. they’ve been living in newton for HER WHOLE LIFE and currently HELPS MANAGE DESEO WITH HER FATHER. some say they are IRASCIBLE & FIENDISH but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re DILIGENT & RESILIENT. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear TOWER OF PAIN by FIT FOR A KING playing from their window. ( the sound of bruised and blooody knuckles cracking. worn off boots and ripped skinny jeans. victoria’s secret lingerie hiding beneath a leather jacket. half empty whisky bottles. cold metal of a gun touching the skin on her back. )

i suck at intros.... buT here i am, anyway, already loving every single one of you ! oH hi, by the way. i’m liz. a total disaster. obsessed with making gifs & currently absolutely in love with netflix’s the witcher. lover of cinnamon hot chocolate and way too obsessed w/ baby yoda memes. & before i ramble too much, i want to present u the first one of my characters : the love of my life. camilla !! ( seriously i want to marry jessica alba, i’m not even kidding )

p.s. i love plots. infact, i’d die to plot with ALL of you ! so, just click the lil grey heart on the post to give it a like & i’ll mssg u for all the angst & nice connections ! (i’ll probably invade all ur im’s anyway... but yeah) or you can also just directly add me on discord tbh ! @ geralt of rivia#5816

basics.

FULL NAME: camilla sofiá mendoza

GENDER / PRONOUNS: cisfemale, she/her

AGE / DOB: thirty-five, february 2nd 1984

SEXUAL / ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: bisexual, biromantic

ETHNICITY: latina

NATIONALITY: mexican

EDUCATION: none, ditched high school in senior year

OCCUPATION: assistant manager at deseo , former president of the diablos.

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english, spanish

ZODIAC: aquarius

PERSONALITY TYPES: estj-a / ravenclaw / lawful evil

DOMINANT TRAITS: haughty, adroit, alluring, enigmatic, materialistic, ardent, assertive, candid, captivating, diligent, abrasive, incisive, meticulous, cynical, sagacious, vehement, brazen, reticent

character inspirations.

peggy carter. buffy summers. annalise keating. nancy mckenna.

background & personality.

BEFORE BEING SHOT

okay, so camilla grew up in newton and is only one of a few children of antonio. mendoza. she’s the closest to her half-sister lu, even though cam grew up with her mother for the longest time. obviously, because her father was always out and about and little cam wasn’t allowed to stay with him in the deseo. but god, she hated her mother and how she wanted cam to become little miss perfect and walk around in flower dressed and pink shoes. she rather liked to wear the old leather jacket her father gave to her after a trip, immediately falling in love with the back print of the diablos - and she knew at that moment, that she wanted to have such a jacket herself one day.

especially because her mother always wanted her to be so perfect, she rebelled against her even more. she started to skip school, drink alcohol and start smoking at a way too young age. even worse, the drugs started, too. and with the age of fourteen, she left her mother without a warning. she just couldn’t be around that woman anymore. she stole some money of her mother’s wardrobe, knowing exactly where she hid the cash, and made it’s way to the deseo. of course, at first, no one let her in. she was a fourteen year old girl after all - and that was no place for her. but she didn’t leave, told the security multiple times that her father helped run this place and that she just wanted to talk to him. she finally wanted to be closer to him. after she waited a whole night out in the cold, she finally met him, totally drunk, but he immediately took her in one long hug, and she had needed that so much.

even though it took some arguing, he finally let her stay in the end. it didn’t take long and she soon was allowed to ride with him on his bike, join the gang to some trips, learn more about the business that was going on inside. she dropped out of school to focus on the diablos, but always still subtle since she wasn’t officially allowed to be a part yet.

as soon as possible, she got her driver’s license and her first own bike and with 21, she finally officially joined the diablos and at first, was responsible for the armory and taking care of it. a simple job, but she loved it more than anything and the diablos soon became her real family.

she had been a loyal member ever since, not once doubting her own gang. she was so dedicated to the gang and put so much heart and blood into it, that it was only a matter of time before the people voted her to become the next president.

she successfully has been working as the president for four years now, and is basically responsible for everyone. while some diablos still have a part-time job or have a proper family, the diablos are her complete life. she spents every second trying to improve the gang, to be there for everyone, to make it seem like home. she does have a good heart, but only to them.

to everyone else, she seems rather cold. she’s tough and has experienced a lot already. she knows how to properly break someone’s nose (or even kill someone), has way too many business contacts in the world and therefore knows her value, isn’t afraid to shoot before she speaks/thinks, and doesn’t hesitate for a second to kick someone out who brought any harm to the gang. she doesn’t let emotion get to her because she’ll only know it make her weak.

AFTER BEING SHOT

it was all a blur to her. since the moment she felt the bullet hit her chest , she didn’t remember what exactly happened . who exactly shot her , just that it was not a familiar face . neither reaper nor diablo . but not like she cared , not like she even wanted to go back after her life turned out to be in more danger than she ever thought it would be .

money buys everything , even a fake death certificate & a news reporter that spills the death of the famous camilla mendoza . she even enjoyed it a little , finally not having a target on her head anymore & being able to just run away . just have time for herself for once .

she quickly grabbed her bags from her apartment at night , not one being able to see her , before she stole a car & made her way to new york . a city she always wanted to visit , where no one would recognize her between million of faces . where she could just try to be herself for once , to start a new life .

but as much she tried to forget her past because it simply turned her angry , especially the fact that she couldn’t seem to trust anyone anymore . even if no reaper or diablo shot her , someone of them easily could have given the order . there was no one , besides the two people she called family , she actually trusted anymore . yet , it was her family & important part in her life was missing . she didn’t feel complete . she missed the danger . the thrill . the action .

so , as much as she hated it , she couldn’t last longer than two months in the big city . she needed to come back , needed to face certain people . right now , she didn’t want to be a part of the diablos’ anymore , yet they were still somehow family to her . she just needed to feel home again --- and to be close to her father and half-sister .

#rideintro.#sO..... here's me updating the intro bC OBVIOUSLY something dramatic happened lmao

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jiminspjm · 5 years

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Affinity - K. Namjoon

Jimin x Reader ft. Yoongi & Guk

Genre: Fluff, (It get’s a bix smexy)

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 3k

NOTE: I know this is a Joon blurb but I wanted to post it on here just incase y’all don’t follow my side blog @jhopejoon ;) I will keep this up until like next week around my birthday ishhh? Also this is based on a personal experience but I twisted it a bit so I can have it fit the context hehe.

Dedicated to @guksthighs who is an amazing person and writer! go check her out and her ‘rapunzuel’ story which she is posting today! it’s a Taehyung one uwuw, I love u keke <<<3 (also moodboard is by meee hehe)

Lazily, you twirled the plastic straw in your daiquiri- the substance was practically watered down now due to you neglecting it. Sighing, you rested your hand in your palm as you looked at the guests mingling around the wedding reception. Everyone was already a bit tipsy- you could hear your aunt loudly talking over the music. The autumn air blew a bit, making the lace of your dress swish by your ankles.

“Sweetie, why don’t you come to the photo booth and take some pictures?” you laughed at your mother’s wine drunk state, as she leaned into you. You could smell the pungent odor of the overly expensive alcohol linger on her breath.

“Nah, mom maybe later. I already went twice with Yoongi and Guk.” you sighed, referring to your Older Brother and Cousin. Your mom hummed behind you leaning into kiss your cheek.

“Okay dear,” she sing-songed as she sauntered away, stumbling slightly in the grass. You wiped away the residue of lip gloss that was left on your cheek, and groaned a bit. Pulling out your phone from your clutch the time read 5:53 pm.

I’ll go back to the room at 6. You thought to yourself as you downed the last of your drink.

“Whoa there sis, don’t you think it’s a bit early to be getting drunk?” a deep voice chuckled behind you. Grunting, you put the glass down on the table a bit hard.

“Yoongi, if you don’t shut the fu-,” Yoongi squished your cheeks with his hands making your mouth form the resemblance of a fish. He hummed and grinned at you, the bitch was mocking you.

“Now now,” the platinum blonde chided, releasing your cheeks and sitting back into the chair, “I know damn well, you have been eyeing Namjoon like you want to choke on his big, thick coc-”

“Yoongi!” you shouted at him, cheeks blazing with pink. He leaned back in his seat, circling the rim of his wine glass grinning at you. He clinked his engagement ring along the ring on his thumb and ‘tsked’ at you. Scowling at him you stuffed your face with the rolls that were in the basket on the table.

“__, it’s okay you know,” Yoongi said looking at you with teasing eyes. You glared at him through puffed cheeks filled with fluffy dough, swallowing a bit roughly before speaking.

“It’s not Yoongs, mom and dad are practically begging me to be in a relationship, I mean I am only 22 for Christ’s sake,” you vented to him picking at pearls that laced the linen table cloth. Yoongi eyed you, and you knew why. It’s not that your older brother pitied you, he just knows that you’ve always been insecure when it came to relationships.

“Sis, I don’t know why you’re scared to date you aren’t that ugly-,” he yawned bringing the wine glass to his mouth. You threw a half eaten roll at him as he brought the glass down from his mouth. He caught it with ease, “Thanks I was getting hungry,” he winked at you shoving the entire roll in his mouth.

“Don’t be a dick,” you hissed stealing his wine glass and taking a sip. He barked a laugh, the silver in his ears tinked together softly. He chewed the roll in his mouth about to steal his glass back when someone interrupted you.

“Min Yoongi! Can you please stop harassing your sister or I will personally chop your dick off!” You looked behind you to see your best friend Jess- in all white. She held a wine glass in her manicured fingers, her wedding band tinking against the glass as she slapped Yoongi on the head with her shawl.

“Yah!! Woman! Stop hitting me- Ow!” Jess, continued her assault as you sat there and continued to drink.

“Yoongs, what did you do for my wife to hate you?” as you once again turned around to see your cousin Jungkook saunter up behind you. He grinned at you and leaned down to peck your forehead. You swatted him away as you downed Yoongi’s wine.

“Hey, Jess, darling, can you please not assault my best friend?” Jungkook said after taking a swig out of his beer bottle. Jess looked up from hitting Yoongi, rolling her eyes she stopped and shuffled over to you. Yoongi rubbed his head whispering something between crazy bitch.

“__! As much as I hate to agree with your idiotic brother, he’s right. You have been looking at Namjoon for awhile now.” Your best friend consoled you as she sat down in the chair on your left.

Wincing upon hearing his name again you sighed. You looked up discreetly to see Namjoon laughing with some of the guests. Ironically enough- you were both part of Jess and Jungkook’s wedding party. You two even walked down the aisle together. But you never had the guts to ask him out or anything. Thinking that he was way out of your league. His dark brown hair looked soft, and the richness of his tan skin made him stand out in his grey tux. The silver hoops moved with his head as he laughed- dimples out and everything.

“Jess you do know I am me, and Namjoon is.. Namjoon?” you spoke with wide eyes leaning towards your friend. Jess rolled her eyes and looked at Jeon and Yoongi. Looking at them as if she was saying c’mon guys help me out?

“Uhhh,” Yoongi crooned, as he swatted Jungkook on the back of the head making him choke on the beer he swallowed.

“Wow! Would you look at that duck, it’s such a nice color! Guk, let’s go look at it!” Yoongi said dragging the younger man by the collar of his tux. Jungkook whined but complied as he was dragged away.

“Idiots,” Jess mumbled into her wine glass. You snorted leaning back into your chair.

“Tell me about it,” you said rolling your eyes. Jess eyed you from the rim of her glass, bringing it down from her mouth she was quiet for a second.

“__, not to be that person, but Joon has been eyeing you since the ceremony. Also he has asked me about you a few times.” Jess said smirking at you while smoothing out the lace in her wedding dress. You looked down at your manicured nails and sighed.

“I know Jess, I think he’s cute and I want to get to know him, but like I said he’s Namjoon and I’m-” Jess squished your cheeks in the same manor Yoongi did.

“Hey stop it you brat, Namjoon would be an idiot if he didn’t ask you out.” Jess said sincerely, you looked her in the eye and rolled your eyes once again.

“I bon’t bow,” you attempted to say through puckered lips. Jess grinned at you and released your cheeks.

“You won’t know until you try, and you could either find out and something good happens- or never find out and never know, and in this case I don’t think finding out could be a bad thing,” she said taking your hand in hers.

A small ‘tch’ came out of your mouth, the words of advice given from her- were what your uncle always told you. She patted your hand and stood up, the dress swishing by her ankles. Winking at you she sauntered away, and leaning in to give your cheek a quick peck.

You tapped your nails on the table inquisitively, and thought to yourself as you eyed Namjoon again.

I hope you’re right Jess.

A few hours passed and you still haven’t talked to Namjoon-- besides the few glances that you stole from each other when one wasn’t looking. The reception now moved inside the quaint pub due to the Autumn weather dropping the temperatures, also being close to the ocean. Sighing for what seemed the one hundredth time, you looked at the time once again. 7:32 pm. Stuffing you finished your water and got up from the secluded table to go tell Yoongi you were leaving.

As you tried to maneuver your way through the drunk guests, your dress caught under someone’s shoe causing you to stumble forward. Squeaking as you tried to move a bit to prevent yourself from toppling onto people you already ran into a firm chest. Large hands caught your waist, as you stumbled forward into their grasp. Cinnamon and pine enveloped your body as you began to apologize.

“I am so sorr-,” Your words came out in a garbled mess as you looked up at your savior. Oh fuck. Namjoon grinned from above you, his dimples more prominent now that you were up close. Your mouth was slightly parted resembling a dead fish, at least that’s what Yoongi said.

“It’s all good love, are you alright?” His voice was rich, as if someone was dragging their body through honey. You blinked up at him, cheeks probably the same shade as Jungkook’s hair.

“I-I um,” Namjoon chuckled as he pulled you closer to him to prevent you from stumbling into anyone else. Large palm sliding against your bare back- curse Jess for making you; the maid of honor, wear a backless dress. You could feel the coolness of his rings glide up your back, to rest right above the swell of your butt.

“I am so sorry Namjoon,” you spoke without hesitating for once. Your hands were on his chest as you tried to maintain eye contact. His deep brown eyes looked so warm and inviting. His laugh was deep, he took a hand away from your waist and gestured you to the counter at the bar. He guided you through the sweaty bodies -- a palm placed over your bare back. Your cheeks were ablaze as you made eye contact with Jess who lifted up a champagne glass as she mouthed, Cheers.

You were about to flip the bird, when Namjoon’s voice caught you out of your thoughts.

“Did you say something love?” Namjoon asked as you sat down on a cushioned stool. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, shaking your head furiously you closed your lips. You felt a bit awkward under his stare, the low bass of the music wasn’t helping much either. Looking up at him again he smiled at you and took a seat next to you, leaning his elbows behind him on the counter.

“Namjoon thank you for helping me, and I am also sorry-,” He turned his head to look at you -- his deep eyes melted into yours, as if he was saying it’s okay. You smiled at him, and turned your attention back towards the abundance of sweaty bodies dancing. After a few seconds Namjoon cleared his throat and began to stand up. You felt embarrassed that you weren’t able to talk to him without getting flustered -- and you thought he was leaving. About to get up and leave, Namjoon stood infront of you, a shy smile on his face as he held a hand out for you.

“Dance with me?” He asked with a hopeful voice. You parted your lips a bit, and smiled at him nodding. Pulling up the train of your dress, you placed your smaller hand in his warm palm as he guided you to the dance floor. A slower song began to play -- ironically. Veering a bit to the edge of the dance floor where less people were centered, he placed both his hands on your hips, surprising you a bit. Looking up at him, he had his full lip caught between his upper teeth. Cheeks burning - you placed your hands on his strong shoulders feeling the rigid muscles beneath his suit jacket. The music was loud, and made the blood in your ears thump.

Namjoon guided you through the beat, his palm sliding between the planes of your back, setting fire to the smooth surface. He kept eye contact with you as he pulled your body impossibly close to his firm body, your hips aligning slightly below his. Your hips hurt from the constant movements to keep up with the rhythm of the music. Resting his forehead against yours he licked his plush bottom lip as he swayed you from side to side.

Your breathing to erratic, as he slowly spun you so that your back was facing his- he guided his hands along the lace of your dress. You could feel his warm hands mingle with the coolness of his rings, as his hands settled on your hips and pulled you back to him. You gasped quietly and gripped his hands that held your waist.

You felt his mouth trail the side of your neck and up to your jawline, his plush lips were soft against your skin. Eyes widened you held your breath, as you melted into his touch. He hummed in your ear, as he continued to move you to the beat of the song.

“You know love,” he said in a low voice against the shell of your ear, “We did walk down the aisle together, so I have no idea why you are so shy,” breath hitching a bit you stuttered to find your words.

“I-I uh,” having no clue how to answer him, Namjoon chuckled and pulled away from your ear. Pulling you against him again, he pulled your hips side-to-side in a swaying motion, snaking his palm down the front of your taut stomach. You might as well just had sex with him right there. Tilting your head back on his chest, you got the courage to snake a hand up to his neck-- feeling his pulse and the slight stubble on his prominent jaw.

“__,” your ears perked up to the sound of Namjoon saying your name for the first time. Turning your head up to look at him, he smiled and spun you to face your body towards him. The dance floor was getting crowded -- noticing Namjoon guided you outside to the deck of the pub.

The cool air nipped through the fabric of your dress- shivering you pulled your hands to your arms as Namjoon and you walked along the cobblestone road. Namjoon stopped walking and removed his hand from your back, you stalled and turned around to look at him.

The full moon shone on his stature, illuminating the grin he gave you. You smiled at him, as you walked closer to him and unwrapped your hands from your body. Grabbing the lapels of his suit you pulled yourself on your tiptoes and pecked the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you for asking me to dance,” you murmured against his mouth. As you pulled back you could taste peppermint on your cupids bow, and the smell of pine enveloped you again. Looking up at him through your lashes, he gave you a toothy smile, his dimple winking at you. Taking a deep breath you smiled for what felt like the tenth time, shivering again you bowed a bit to him.

“Goodnight Joon,” you said quietly, looking at him one more time before stepping back to return to your room.

Before you could turn all the way around to leave, warm fingertips wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back.

“Wait,” Namjoon said a bit loudly. Startled, you looked back at him. Releasing your arm, he looked at you for a few seconds before he began to take off his suit jacket. Confused you stood there as the cool air nipped at your flushed cheeks.

“Take my jacket you look cold,” Namjoon spoke as he came closer to you.

“Joon it’s okay-,” He shook his head as he threw the slate grey material over your shoulders, and adjusted it. The jacket swamped your slightly smaller figure, he held onto the sleeves and looked at you.

“Perfect.” he said lowly. You were sure, you could have passed out right there and then if it weren’t for Namjoon pressing his lips against yours.

Gasping a bit, he tested the waters by pecking your lips gently. His full lips were soft, and warm. He pecked you again, pulling your hips into his as you gripped his shoulders. Namjoon’s free hand cupped the back of your neck and twisted the curled hair at the nape. His thumb rubbed your pulse and over your jaw.

You mewled and let your body seep into his, he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and then went back to consume you. And oh did you let him. You shuddered against his hold as he sneaked his tongue to probe at the roof of your mouth. Nipping and sucking the plush skin of your mouth, you tried to keep up but he was overwhelming, intoxicating.

He slowed the ministrations on your mouth, as you whined. Pulling your bottom lip back once more, as he placed a final peck to your mouth. Breathing a bit heavy, Namjoon pulled away. The moon illuminated his flushed cheeks and swollen mouth. Forehead leaned against yours he breathed into your skin, as you tried to catch your breath.

“Goodnight love,” Namjoon whispered releasing you. Letting go of your body, he winked at you and walked back in the direction of his room. You stood there dumb-founded, and mouth tingling.

“What the..” you were confused as you sat down on the bench next to where you and Namjoon had your ‘moment’.

Pulling the jacket tighter to your body, you felt something crinkle in the inside pocket of the jacket. Furrowing your brows you stuck your fingers in the pocket and wriggled out a small piece of paper. In clean handwriting there was a note:

I’m gonna need that suit jacket back, love, in the meantime use it to keep you warm -- I’ll see you at brunch tomorrow, and hopefully after that as well. :)

xxx-xxx-xxxx (In case you miss me too much before tomorrow) ;)

K.N xx

You laughed to yourself, holding the paper in your palms.

“Kim Namjoon,” you whispered, cheeks warm.

“Kim fucking Namjoon,” you said again with a smile on your face.

#bts #bts scenarios #bts fluff #kim namjoon #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x reader #namjoon x oc #jiministaesty #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts yoongi #bts jungkook

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jaeheekangisimportant · 6 years

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hey why do u hate v?

I knew I was going to get this question again eventually and I guess I can’t put it off a second time so, let’s do this

I’m putting it under a read more for a few reasons. One, it got very long. When I rant I really rant, and I wanted to be thorough because if possible I don’t want to have to discuss this any more after posting this, but knowing this fandom that won’t be possible. Two, while I think it’s safe to assume that most people have played his route already, there may be some who haven’t and there are spoilers in this. Three, there is mention of abuse in this so heads up

All right, so there are quite a few reason why I don’t likeV as a person

He convinced a scared teenager (Saeyoung) to join a reallysketchy intelligence agency that destroyed any chance he might have had athaving a normal life, and also required him to abandon his very vulnerable anddependent brother that he loved more than anything. You can say that V wastrying to protect Seven, but honestly I can’t believe that there wasn’t abetter option here. The whole scene where V is convincing him that this is notonly the right decision but the only one to be made just… it’s honestly socreepy and manipulative and it doesn’t sit well with me

The only reason Seven was okay with leaving Saeran in theend was because V promised to take care of him. Well, V couldn’t be bothered todo his job apparently, because WOW. There are two ways of looking at this

V knew that Saeran was being drugged,brainwashed, abused and manipulated for literal years and did/said nothing about it, which is disgusting

V didn’t know that Saeran was at Mint Eye, whichis better but not by much, because it still proves that V was negligent enoughthat he lost track of where Saeran was for years, despite his promise to Sevento look after him. If V was actually taking his promise to Seven seriously,Rika shouldn’t have been able to do anything without V finding out and puttinga stop to it

I was always inclined to think that the first one was whathappened, and the V route confirms that yeah, V did know that Saeran was atMint Eye. And once again, V says nothing.Seven asks him about Saeran directly at one point, and V lies to his face. That part was so appalling to me I don’t knowhow anyone can just be okay with it. V was not protecting anyone but himself bylying to Seven. He knew that if Seven found out about Saeran, Seven would neverforgive V, and V wouldn’t deserve his forgiveness honestly

Even if it was about protecting Seven, there were stillbetter ways of handling this than lying and covering it all up. Like, how aboutcalling the police and saying “hey, my ex fiancée started a fucking cult,please help”?? What was V’s long-term plan for dealing with Mint Eye exactly??Things did not have to get as fucked up as they ended up being if only V hadsaid something to literally anyone!! Saeran could have been saved years earlierthan he was, and not only Saeran but all of the other people who got suckedinto Mint Eye!!

V’s route is supposedly about him fixing his mistakes, butlike, that wouldn’t have counted for much for me anyway, because there’salready a canon story. V fucked up in the canon story, there’s no fixing itnow. It is what it is, I don’t know why I’m expected to be less mad at himbecause there’s an in-game au now where he makes up for it. And the other thingis, he doesn’t actually make up for any of his mistakes in his route! He keepslying about Rika and the cult until he’s forced to stop, and he keeps lyingabout Saeran throughout the whole thing. He doesn’t even seem to care that muchabout Saeran, he cares more about the girl he’s been talking to for like a weekthan about the abused and vulnerable kid that was left in his care. He says toRika once or twice something like “don’t hurt that boy” (can’t even say his name ffs), but it’s always tacked on as like an afterthought. Everything gets taken care of without V really doing anything so like, what exactly did he fix??

I stopped playing the route after Saeran died on day 10.It upset me so much that, even though I was like two chats away from theending, I couldn’t keep going. I was struggling to get through the route to begin with and Idefinitely should have quit earlier and saved myself a lot time and salt, butSaeran’s death confirmed a big problem that I had with the V route, and itconfirmed that Cheritz was aware of that problem but put the route out anywaybecause fans insisted. V and Saeran’s happy endings are not compatible. Becauseagain, if Seven knew about Saeran he would never forgive V, and therefore Vcould not have his truly happy ending. I see fan art sometimes of post-secretendings au with both V and Saeran happy and alive and in the RFA and um, yeahguys that would never happen. Even if V lived, he would not be able to live inharmony with Saeyoung and Saeran. For V’s happy ending to happen, Saeran has tobe out of the way and Cheritz knew that, and that’s why they had to kill himoff in this route. And I say fuck that, because if I have to choose betweensaving V and saving Saeran I’m always going to pick Saeran without hesitation

So okay, there’s another thing I dislike about V and um. Iknow I’m treading on thin ice here but listen, I really never liked the way Vtreated Rika. Please, do not take this as me defending Rika! I think both she and V are awful people andmutually unhealthy partners for each other, and I think both of them would havebeen better off if they had never met. Rika ultimately ended up doing worse andI would never say otherwise, but!! this rant is not about Rika it’s about V(and really no one needs it pointed out to them what Rika did wrong) and I’mstill allowed to think that the way V treated Rika was all kinds of fucked up

I don’t like how V treated Rika, because he never treatedher like a person. He treated her like she was this beautiful tragic angel thathe could fix and make into an art piece. He romanticized her suffering and hermental illnesses and basically encouraged her to be her worst. I’m not sayingthat makes what Rika did V’s fault, of course Rika is ultimately to blame for her own terrible actions, butI’m also not going to pretend like I don’t think the way V treated her wasgross and like I don’t think it contributed at all to Rika’s state in the end.He literally says at one point that when he met her he saw her as a blankcanvas that he could paint and make beautiful I mean?? How do talk about aperson that way?? Honestly if anyone ever spoke to me about my mental illnessthe way V spoke to Rika about hers, that would be so poisonous to me and itscares me just imagining it

Again, Rika’s certainly no saint and I hope none of this comes off asme defending her or saying V is to blame for what she did because that’s reallynot what I want to do. But, Rika was not the only thing wrong with theirrelationship. I always bristle at the way people make Rika out to be thishorrible she-devil and V this innocent cinnamon roll because that’s really notwhat was happening there. V did and said some awful thing to her as well. Theyboth brought out the worst in each other and they’re both at fault, to varyingdegrees

Oh yeah, and lying to Rika’s friends that she committedsuicide was really fucked up too, whatever his reasons were for doing so. Noone seems to want to talk about that but um… seriously dude wtf

And yes I understand that V was going through somethingterrible and that he is a victim of Rika’s abuse as well, please don’t @ meabout this. I’m not saying that I don’t feel any sympathy for V at all, or thatI don’t understand him at all. But I’m sorry, I just can’t see it as an excuse.It’s not an excuse. V dragged down multiple people with him and I don’t have tobe okay with that, and I also don’t have to go into my own personal historywith abuse to prove I’m qualified to have this opinion so don’t @ me about thateither, please

So!! All of that is why I hate V as person, but here’s why Iwound up hating him as a character

While I was suspicious of V from the moment I startedplaying (Yoosung Kim was RIGHT he was always right damn it… he was very wrong about Rika but he was so right about V so jot that down), and I later cameto think of him as a bad person, I was completely ambivalent to him as acharacter for a long time. I could never understand why people were so enamoredwith him because as far as I could see he had no discernible personality asidefrom being cryptic and loving Rika. Even after playing his route, I still don’tthink I could give someone a description of his personality that was longerthan like, three sentences. The only time I ever take interest in V is when it’sin relation to other characters, but V on his own just doesn’t interest me atall. I think he’s boring

What got me to hate him as much as I do now, though, ishonestly the fandom itself. I couldn’t stand that unironic “V did nothing wrong”attitude because he did so much wrong!! So much!! And I couldn’t stand thatpointing out anything wrong that V did resulted in huge arguments and peoplecalling you a bad person and I just!!! Ugh why is the fandom like this!! So myambivalence slowly turned to bitterness and spite over time and now here we arewith V being my most hated character in the game. I wouldn’t mind V so much ifpeople were more open to accepting criticism of him. I wouldn’t mind V somuch if people could like him without acting like he’s never done a thing wrong

#ask #anon

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zhenyakatava · 6 years

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former hs friend group/clusterfuck

when you’re a young adult going to a public high school in middlebury, vermont, image is everything. being a part of something is everything, especially when you’re part of a group that everyone knows. these guys have watched each other grow up, from birthday parties at the local mcdonalds’ jungle gym to middle school dances to house parties and keg stands when someone’s parents were away. through the best - like senior year, when the football team won the state championship - and the worst of high school, these guys were always there for each other. somehow, though, graduation proved to be too trying for them to stick it out. some have gone their own way, and some have stayed in middlebury to create homes and families. either way - no matter how hard they try to forget, the friends they made and kept for twelve years of their life are hard to cut ties with. somehow, by some stroke of luck (or misfortune) they’re all in town to attend elijah and valentina’s wedding. y i k e s.

*side note: names were just the most basic names i could think of. u do nOT i repeat DO. NOT. have to use them. in fact please don't xo. faces are suggestions, but if you could keep the twins poc and obviously the same race that would be 👌🏼 also the backstories and blurbs are suggestions, the relationships listed are ~basically~ suggestions unless they’re with an already-made character. basically, it looks intimidating but it’s really not!! we all out here to have fun and enjoy all the drama! change the characters, add characters if they’re in the age range. go wild. i sure have w this post.

“bobbie” (29-31)

reserved for coral

bobbie + mia: twins bobbie + valentina: slept together in hs when he had a girlfriend bc he always had a lil crush on her tbr bobbie + elijah: best friends; michael is matt’s best man in his upcoming wedding

bobbie is the Good Guy of the group. had kind of a rough childhood, his father disabled and his mother working as the school custodian. hard working, down to earth, loyal to the end and willing to help everyone in the group out. he played football with the rest of them in high school, otherwise his mild-mannered temperament probably wouldn’t have landed him in the same social circle. precious cinnamon roll. must protect at all costs.

face suggestions: michael b. jordan, alfie enoch, charles michael davis

“mia” (29-31)

reserved for lana

mia + elijah: having an affair mia + joey: dated for like a year in hs mia + noah: she cheated on dev with sam and then they dated for a short time

unlike her twin brother, nathalie is not so pure. her upbringing hardened her - she’s brash, unapologetic and sometimes downright rude. she’s known as being more of a fun time than commitment material, but tbr that’s fine with her because she doesn’t see herself settling down in the foreseeable future.

face suggestions: nathalie emanuel, tessa thompson, kat graham, zoe kravitz

“joey” (29-31)

joey + mia: dated for like a year in hs joey + noah: used to be best friends with sam until sam slept with his gf… now they hate each other

back in high school, dev was known as the pothead. incredibly smart, but a serious case of Wasted Potential because he got caught with enough to get an intent to sell charge during his freshman year of college and since, has been kind of hating his life.

face suggestions: dev patel, rami malek, godfrey gao, bob morley, dylan o’brien, miles teller, kit harrington

valentina (30, lindsey morgan, jenn)

valentina + elijah: engaged!! the rzn for the szn valentina + cass: besties; jamie is eiza’s maid of honor

“oh she's sweet but a hoe” - brought to u by jennifer. that’s it for now. more to come.

elijah (30, matthew daddario, anna)

elijah + ashley: brother and sister elijah + theo: used to be best friends until armie knocked up matt’s sister and left without a word hehe

“the quiet smart one that lowkey didn't belong but somehow ended up there. dan humphrey but not poor and the Worst. now eli is a 2x New York times best selling author who is burnt out and in a rut and kinda mean to everyone cuz of it but ultimately has a big heart but is just sad” - anna™

“noah” (29-31)

reserved for emma

noah + ashley: married; he’s basically her (and armie’s) son’s dad

goofy but well-meaning perpetual sidekick - to his former bfs dev, his ex nathalie, and now his wife adelaide. doesn’t know how to be alone.

face suggestions: sam claflin, grant gustin, jack falahee, tyler posey, tyler hoechlin

cass (30, jamie chung, alex)

pioneer of the rbf, never leaves home without her planner, and was probably a black cat in another life. she grew up just above the poverty line but has worked really hard so that no one would ever guess her roots. she's a lil prickly, but not Mean and she's v passionate about supporting the ppl who have earned her loyalty.

theo (30, armie hammer, morgan)

theo + ashley: dated for not that long before she got pregnant and he peaced tf out of there because he sure as hell wasn’t ready

grew up living with his grandparents and getting occasional visits from his crackhead parents (a few times with a new sibling in tow). high school golden boy and football star who left his family and friends behind after he accidentally knocked up adelaide after a short fling… oops. became a travel journalist to escape his problems and is lowkey lonely as hell and ready to grow up.

“ashley” (28)

reserved for maddie

maternal type, always looking to look after others despite being the youngest of the group. can be pretty cynical and woe-is-me at times but like… c’mon. she had a kid at 17 so cut her some slack! now she’s married to sam and she’s not sure if she really loves him or if she’s just glad to have someone to help her raise a kid.

face suggestions: sophie cookson, willa holland, aja naomi king, alicia vikander, nina dobrev, priyanka chopra, naomi scott

#ldbrp #dbrequests #theo #clusterfuck

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homervnned · 4 years

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–– f l o u r - c a k e d h a n d s c l o s e t h e r e g i s t e r .

“ oh, for fuck’s sake. ”

there’s that signature eye roll. they’re talking ‘bout their dead wife A G A I N.

haven’t they read the roll along’s no sentimental bullshit policy ?

“ just eat your fuckin’ cinnamon roll. ”

whaddup. hope y’like your bakers how you like your sweet rolls : rude and emotional unavailable !

( sean teale, human, he/him & cismale ) is that ( spellbound ) by ( ac/dc ) playing? guess ( “brooks baker” / ferris feller )’s comin’ in hot! heard folks say the ( “25” / 52 ) year old ( bakery owner ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( nearly droppin’ a tray of sweets ‘n goodies at his bakery stand as he thought he recognized the orange-wearing witch who hexed him years ago ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( he tried to follow that damned lady to give her a piece of his mind, but wound up defendin’ himself from incomin’ hooligans with a blow-up baseball bat instead ).

b a c k g r o u n d.

born as ferris feller in letum falls, oklahoma, 1930. his mother, greta feller, raised him and his little sister ( possible wc, if she’s been turned supernatural ? ) on her own. the story goes his father was stationed abroad in the military as a courier and died in a freak accident. there were photos of him ‘round the house, but really, those are just black and white photos of some random soldier his ma had written correspondence with as a volunteer letter writer during world war i. his real father was the local pastor. his mother started sleeping with him after he brought his suits in to be dry cleaned at her laundromat.

ferris took a natural liking to baseball, and distinguished himself as a standout batter early in elementary. his ma worked extra mending clothes in order to pay his little league dues, and soon little ferris was catapulted to local baseball success.

he never was the brightest tool in the shed. always quick with a comeback, but his faculties were always more geared toward the sport than mental acuity. he passed high school with the help of a tutor and very lenient teachers, who all wanted to see the first letum falls baseball star make to the big leagues.

and make it, he did. in 1948, ferris jumped on board with the new york yankees and made major league history with the team for over fifteen years.

but there was always this one gal throughout high school who couldn’t get the hint. she asked him to the sadie hawkins and he said yes out of pity, which he learned was a big mistake. this girl confessed her love for him at the end of their senior prom, ‘n ferris didn’t know what to say except no. that summer, stuff got weird. it started with small things. a beetle in his salad. worms in his burgers at the diner. and then he noticed the trend: it all happened when she was around, watchin’. she cornered him after a game in baltimore about two years after he started playin’ and demanded he propose to her, that she’d seen into the future and they were meant to be. ferris laughed in her face. and she said he’d rue the day. she said, you’ll get what’s comin’ to ya, feller, and then you won’t be so gosh darned smug.

ferris thought nothin’ of it, until the tenth year of his baseball career rolled around and he noticed his hits hadn’t changed. his records hadn’t budged anywhere but up. but... he was supposed to be pushin’ 33. his original teammates were talkin’ about retirement. developing some crow’s feet, some aches ‘n pains, some grays. yet there ferris was, as fresh-faced as when he joined.

and that’s when it hit him. that damn girl hexed him. and with the media talkin’ bout his miraculous youth, ferris knew he needed to step outta the limelight. but just retiring wasn’t an option –– they’d send reporters to monitor his post-game life. they’d see that he still looked the same. sounded the same.

once again: not the sharpest tool in the shed. ferris ups and disappears in 1964. the media speculates kidnapping. murder. the search is on and ferris flees. ducks into the shadows. waits a few years livin’ quiet before he slinks on back to letum falls.

it isn’t until near arrival in ‘66 he realizes he’s... he hasn’t got a plan. he parks the car he bought off the side of the road in delaware and racks his mind for a story. a name. anythin’.

brooks. it works. different letter, different sound. he buys himself a modest house near the outskirts of town ‘n gets his ducks in a row. doesn’t even blink at the idea of a surname, ‘til people start askin’. he’s gotta have a reason to be here. a story. people start sayin’ he looks familiar... and there’s his in: ferris feller’s son. came here in search of my pa, you seen him? he’ll fake shock when folks say feller disappeared years ago. swallow his tears ‘n pay his vague condolences when they say his ma died of a heart attack in ‘64, after learnin’ about ferris’s disappearance. and he’ll... open a bakery. yeah. he’ll lie ‘n say his ma was a baker in baltimore, she met feller after a game ‘n he was the result. he’ll stay a while. open a bakery. bakery. baker. brooks baker. that’ll work.

so he opens the roll along. the town loves it. by 1970, he’s winnin’ awards with his sweets. but the baker’s disposition doesn’t match the confections’ flavor.

he’s bitter. crass. a dark cloud. you don’t walk into the roll along for a chat. but that doesn’t stop some from tryin’. behind that glare, there’s somethin’. behind those icy eyes, there’s a different story.

ask him if he knows baseball. he’ll say nah, never played a lick in my life. he misses it. god damn it, he misses the game.

he keeps facial hair to look around his age. although his age is loose –– he avoids numbers. avoids specifics. folks speculate he’s in his mid-20s and that’ll do. but if he ever shaved? he wouldn’t look a day over 22.

t h e f a i r .

the roll along had its very own tent at the thanksgiving fair, and it was doin’ great business. brooks almost dropped a full tray of sweet rolls when chaos broke out. and then he saw the lady in orange and he just about lost his marbles. chucked the tray onto the nearest table. set off after her. but she disappeared ‘n then he had some hooligans on his hands, so he snatched the closest weapon –– a jumbo inflatable baseball bat and had at it.

no glitz and glam. no heroics. he whacked those monsters upside the head with a useless bubble of hot air, sustained some deep slashes, ‘n then got the fuck outta there. locked himself in the bakery, slumped against the fridge, bloodied. cursed himself for bein’ here. cursed himself for not just dyin’ already.

the roll along was roped into hosting one of the pre-vigil gatherings. the mayor asked for 400 sweet rolls to honor the 400 fallen. brooks thought it was in poor taste but hey, can’t argue with asherby. he spent all night bakin’ the damned things in his blood-stained shirt.

c u r r e n t l y .

he can’t shake it. seein’ that woman. because that might be her. that might be the bitch who did this to him. the bitch who took everything by giving him it all.

so he’s stress bakin’. a lot. pawning it off on everyone and anyone. takin’ out his frustrations on unwitting customers.

people are askin’ more questions ‘bout where he’s from, but it’s been so long and he’s told so many white lies, it’s hard to keep his story straight. what’s it to you? is his go-to response, but that’s not sufficing any more.

c u r r e n t c o n n e c t i o n s .

unlikely friends – duffy freely. they’re an unlikely pair. but somehow, brooks’ bitterness doesn’t scare duffy off. and there’s somethin’ about this girl’s earnestness that’s got something akin to trust risin’ up in him. a friend. who’d have thunk.

smug flirty banter – cal caldwell. the roll along supplies baked goods to letum skate, and ever since findin’ its owner hiding away in a closet from customers and coaxing him out with baked goods, brooks has developed... an intrigue ‘round cal. and, well. the guy’s a warlock. maybe he can help figure a way outta this fuckin’ curse.

w a n t e d c o n n e c t i o n s .

younger sister. she’d be pretty old now, but i imagine if this was filled, she’d have been turned supernatural in her 20s or 30s. growing up, brooks and his sister weren’t very close. brooks was always their mother’s priority because of baseball, and i imagine there was a lot of bitterness when he left town so quickly for the yankees. she’s likely around, and if they have interacted, it would be clipped and tense. dysfunctional as fuck. there’d be a lot of resentment about how their mother died. because, well... it’s his fuckin’ fault.

drinking buds. two shots of vodka, glug glug glug !! brooks is... well. definitely an alcoholic, among other things. he carries such a weight that it’s the only way he really knows how to dull it all. he’s bound to have a person or two for choice company in those need-to-drown-it-out moments.

bitter buds. they don’t take one another’s shit. and in all other universes, maybe they’d be sworn enemies. but for some reason, these two wind up actually getting along.

someone haunt the shit out of him. ghosts, i’m lookin’ at you.

unofficial baker’s aid. alright so. brooks is all about flying solo. managing his own shit. but maybe this customer hangs around so often that they’ve become part of the process? taste testing, helping to get things out of the oven, dealing with customers when brooks is done with their shit, etc.

#othqintro #intro.

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skyruemonroe · 7 years

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It's a Chicken Nugget Hazel Levesque. Tfw u tried to write a pjo fic even tho the series has been dead for u since 2014

After years of being lost in the fields of Asphodel, Hazel Levesque was brought back to life to be a part of a prophecy. The Prophecy of the Seven destined seven half-bloods to rise to the call and defend the world as they know it against an ancient Earth goddess, Gaia. Out of the seven demigods, only six were defending the world “as they knew it”. Hazel had been dead since 1942. Hazel’s half-brother Nico Di Angelo jail broke her out of Asphodel and threw her into a new century. The 21st century might as well have been an entirely different world versus the time she’s from. Buckets of information were poured into her head with every passing day. Nothing reminded her of the 1930s and there were no familiarities besides her newly made friendships with the rest of the seven. One of the seven gained a little more than her friendship. Frank Zhang took affection with his cheeky smile and stole her heart with gentle gestures. Frank had become the praetor of New Rome after the war with Gaia had ended. They haven’t been able to spend too much time sharing stories and giggling flirtatiously His post kept him busy, but Hazel was kept busy with her lessons about the modern day.

Camp-Half Blood had such a slower pace compared to the rest of the world. Instead of obnoxious, horn blowing and car engines growling there were trees rustling, birds chirping and the sweet, relaxed chatters of campers. Although, chatting was more so cheering and groaning when war games were in session. As far as she was aware war games weren’t planned for the rest of the week. More time to relax and enjoy her friends’ company.

Friends. An ethereal smile flooded into her face as she headed towards the Hestia cabin. Tight, copper curls bounced against her shoulders as she started to skip. Her eyes were a gold sun and they shined brighter with every friendly wave from campers lingering in the ring of cabins. The canary letters printed on her purple SPQR shirt, along with the brown in her knee-height boots created a casual accent against cinnamon skin and high-waist blue jeans.

The Hestia’s cabin door swung open before she could raise her hand to knock. “Miss Underground has arrived,” a pointy eared, scrawny boy announced. He grabbed Hazel’s hand and yanked her into a room of laughable cheers. “It’s thanksgiving Charlie Brown and we’ve got taste testing to do.”

“Leo, it’s not thanksgiving and who’s Charlie Brown?” Hazel’s eyes widened as his bony arm pulled her to the rest of the group. It was odd seeing everyone letting their guard laze and unscathed. Leo was wearing a clean, stainless, white t-shirt and brown cargo shorts rather than an almost grey with filth button down shirt and jeans.

“Darling Hazel…Grasshopper you’ve still got much to learn. I, the qualified Percy Jackson will show you Peanuts after food. “Percy closed his eyes put his right hand on his chest and held his right arm out to Hazel as if he was making an oath. A small smirk flickered on his face as he awaited a face palm from his beloved girlfriend. Hazel’s right eye scrunched as her left eyebrow rose. Are peanuts not food? Are they slang now?

“Seaweed brain. Why are you like this?” Grey eyes rolled as a blonde haired girl spoke. A soft chuckle tumbled from her lips as she tugged on of her curls.

“Anyway~” Leo interrupted the couple before flirtatious bantering could hit off. “Courtesy of the Hestia cabin. Today you’re going to try chicken nuggets and other 21st century foods. ” His brown chucks tapped against the ground softly as he walked backward into a chair. His curls matched the brown choppiness of a girl who was leaning towards a blonde boy with thick, black glasses. “Maybe you’ll eat the vegan stuff Piper likes. ” He jutted his thumb to the girl behind him.

Hazel rolled her eyes at the brown haired girl’s spot on jazz hands behind Leo’s head. “How many other foods?” The smell of oils and modern day convenience stores wafted all through the cabin. “Why couldn’t we do this at the dining hall?” Hazel figured it make more sense to take advantage of the dining hall’s magical properties than to have Hestia campers do all the cooking.

“Lots of foods will be tested. Foods I will eat.” Piper finger gunned at Hazel. Reminding everyone that she wasn’t going to be consuming chicken nuggets or any other meat products. “We wanted to do it here because homemade is the best way to have food. ” Piper pulled herself up onto a wooden table in the center of the cabin. Then playfully leaned forward to flick Leo and Jason’s heads. “I’m a vegetarian. Not vegan…yet. ”

Jason turned around with puffed out cheeks, narrowed blue eyes and pursed lips. “Pipes owh. I didn’t say anything.”

Percy giggled as Leo slyly un-tied Piper’s grey converse. “Piper you might want to hop down from the table. If we’re going to be eating I don’t want your butt where my food will be.”

Piper gave an understanding nod and hopped down from the table. Her shoe lace on her left foot got caught under her right shoe, throwing her forward onto her face. Hazel looked away as Piper shot back up. Should she have said something so Piper wouldn’t have fallen?

Maybe she shouldn’t have said something. That was quite hilarious though. In order to hide the corners of her smile Hazel pretended to cough.

Annabeth sat in the corner eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed firmly together like she was about to explode. “They’re all frozen foods. It doesn’t make sense to have it here in the Hestia cabin.”

Before more common sense could spill off her tongue a Hestia camper came out with bowls filled to the brim with chicken nuggets. “The blue bowl has tyson chicken nuggets, the green bowl has vegetable based nuggets and the purple bowl has breaded chunks of chicken. Or homemade chicken nuggets. ”

“Thanks!” Five of the kids chorused in unison.

“Why didn’t you just say homemade chicken nuggets? Why make it more complicated?” Percy scooted his chair towards the table. The screeching sounds of the chair legs against the floor were so irritating. Annabeth kicked Percy’s chair forward flying him all the way up to the table. Instead of multiple fragmented screeches there was one big scooch.

Piper immediately started snatching nuggets from the vegetable bowl and stuffing them in her face. Jason followed her actions but much more slowly. At least Piper wasn’t intense and mean. Hazel hasn’t ever seen her trash or make a scene over people eating meat. Frank was making his way into becoming vegetarian as well. Percy and Leo would tease him about how soon his heavy armor would turn into eco-friendly grass woven shirts.

Giggling, Hazel walked over to the table and picked up a homemade chicken nugget first. They looked delicious, she thinks. Hazel hasn’t seen any other homemade chicken nuggets to compare them to.

The moment Hazel popped a chicken nugget into her mouth. A boy solidified through a shadow cast on the wall by a bookshelf. “I knew you all would do this. You got nuggets. You didn’t get McNuggets. You’re dead to me. ” Once the boy was completely visible his pale skin stuck out like center piece against all the warm colors in the Hestia cabin. The bags under his eyes were an unsettling grey. Did those bags ever go away? What would he look like without fatigue weighing on his skin. Does Will ever make him sleep? Hazel bit her lip into a smile as she thought about her brother and his hot mess of self care.

“Nico!” She dropped the next chicken nugget she was about to eat onto the table and ran over to give him a loving hug

“Hay! Be careful you’re going to hurt the happy meals. ” His grip tightened around the gold m-shaped handles. He lightly kissed her cheek then smiled back.

“Hay Hay back a way way!” Percy grinned. All eyes turned to a young man balancing a stack of chicken nuggets on his nose. A few Hestia campers were watching the group from afar. Their heads tilted and eyebrows raised. Were these dorks really the brave heroes to save the world? In the full picture they looked like the weird group of misfits who’d sit a table away from the ‘squares’ at school. "Someone is missing. “ He looked around at everyone in the room.

The room was filled of people. "There’s no one missing. Frank already told you he couldn’t make it. ” Hazel took a Happy Meal from Nico’s hands. Her eyes widened as she noticed the teeth and tongue painted onto the box. “Why does it have a face?” The corner of her upper lip raised while the skin on her nose scrunched up.

“To make it more kid friendly. ” Leo offered an explanation and then turned to Percy. “Calypso couldn’t make it because she isn’t feeling well. ” Leo stuffed as face in the midst of talking in order to cover up the immediate look of love sickness.

Percy shook his head. “No, not them. Someone that’s Nico’s TYPE. ”

Everyone in the room let out an annoyed sigh. "LET IT GO. “ The entire cabin shouted.

"Percy you’ve got me, your girlfriend. You can’t hold on to Nico growing out of his crush forever. ” Annabeth smacked the back of head, causing all the chicken nuggets to fall onto his lap. Nico huffed and picked up a glass full of a red drink from a platter just being brought in. Hazel looked over to the Hestia kids. Why were the so distant? This wasn’t a selective food party. It’s an everybody food party. Hazel opened her mouth to call everyone over but was cut off by Percy’s revenge.

“Annabeth. There’s a spider right behind your head. ” He pointed and forced a look of surprise upon his face.

“Kelphead. Do you really think that’s gonna work on me? I found the Mark of Athena. I’m not scared of spiders anymo-”

Leo took his shoe off and started to get up, “I’ll kill it. ” He looked to where Percy was pointing. Annabeth flew into Percy’s arms that millisecond. All the chicken nuggets on his lap fell onto the floor. A hestia kid groaned in the background. They’re going to have clean up the mess when they all leave.

Hazel felt dirty for laughing so hard. The guilt faded away as Piper joined her. Hazel’s hair smushed against Piper’s shoulder as she leaned into her jean jacket. Looking to Nico her eyebrows furrowed. “Are you drinking blood?” She understood the term edgy now. Wasn’t this taking 'edge’ a bit too far? Her pupils shrunk a bit as her mood was tainted with fear and disgust.

Everyone laughing at Percy and Annabeth now laughed at Hazel’s confusion. Nico’s head jerked back as his eyes bugged and he spit his drink out of his mouth. “No! It’s not blood. Good gods Hazel. It’s Kool-Aid. ”

The blonde boy behind Nico nodded. “Yeah Hazel it’s just a soft drink. It comes in a ton of different flavors and colors. It tastes pretty nasty unless you pour half a bag of sugar in. ”

“Jason you’d only put the amount it said to put in until I showed you how to make Kool-Aid. ” Leo raised his eyebrows and looked over to the Hestia campers. “Are you guys going to chill with us?” A toothy grin sprawled across his face as Leo waved them over to the table.

Jason looked to the side. It’s not his fault he never experimented outside of instruction. Some people are made to be set in stone. Hazel laughed at Jason’s face then turn to see the Hestia kid’s expressions. There was a bit of confusion and hesitant nodding. “It’ll be more fun with you!” Hazel twirled over to them and extended her hand to the eldest looking camper.

“Well I don’t see why we’re all sitting back here. ” The Hestia kid took Hazel’s hand and they both went back to the table. The other kids followed. “So, you’re Hazel Levesque?” They noted her copper curls, SPQR shirt and bond with the world’s saviors. “How’s the 21st Century treating you?”

Hazel let go of the Hestia camper’s hand then spun around to come face to face. She looked up a tad because she only came up to their chin. “I am Hazel Levesque. It’s. It’s interesting. Not like anything I’ve ever witnessed but I love it!” Hazel bashfully tugged on one of her curls and gazed down at the floor. “I still feel like I don’t know enough to really contribute. ”

The Hestia camper chuckled lightly. “You don’t have to learn to create. You create to learn. Bring in what you do know and then go from there. ” They patted Hazel lightly on the shoulder.

Hazel’s golden eyes rose to meet the Hestia camper’s blue eyes. They weren’t as chilling and intimidating as Jason’s but they were even more infinite and capturing. “Thank you. I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name?”

“You can call me Jace. ” The Hestia camper grinned. “You’ll have more fun in this generation if you stay away from 5sos and meme stans and… Politics. ” Jace popped the P in politics and slid in a chair across from Piper. They grabbed a veggie nugget and poked it into their mouth.

“What’s a five sauce stan? What’re memes?” Hazel paused before trying a veggie nugget. For Frank. She’s doing this for Frank. He’s going vegetarian. That means she has to get more acquainted with vegetable based products.

“Memes are the best thing about the 21st century. Ever. ” Leo firmly stated while llaying upside down on his chair like a bat. His curly hair rested on the floor. “Five S.O.S Is actually an acronym for a ban named Five Seconds of Summer Piper likes them. ”

Piper scoffed. “You say it as if being a fan is derogatory. ” She kicked Leo’s chair over a bit. His head rubbed against the floor.

“Beauty Queen you’re so violent today. Look up what Stan means on urban dictionary Hazel. It’ll boost your Internet skills. ” Leo pulled himself and leaned over to pinch Piper’s cheek.

“What’s the urban dictionary? ” Hazel looked away from Jace to Leo.

Leo’s mouth had just opened but Percy’s laughter spilled before he could say anything. “We’ll show you after Charlie Brown. You’ll need it. ”

Annabeth poked Percy’s cheek. “Jace if you don’t mind me asking, how were you born?” She cringed as the words fell from her mouth. That question was so annoying to ask and be asked. Her need for knowledge made it so she had to know. “Why’d she change how she felt about cabins?”

“With each home Hestia blesses a child is brought into the picture from their hearth. We’re not really born. A lot of us were adopted into a home and blessed by Hestia or we were literally created from the sentimental warmth of a fire place. ” Something along those lines. Jace rolled their eyes. “Also, I’m not sure. Ask her. ” This lot is something else. “Hey Hazel have you ever tried nachos? ” Another one of their siblings brought out chips draped in cheese fondue. “You’ll love 'em. ”

Hazel giggled and shook her head. She’d heard of nachos before. One time Percy, Annabeth and Hazel went to a video gaming arcade, Percy naturally went straight to the restaurant area. Annabeth followed after rolling her eyes and asking why’d he order food if he hated it the last time. Percy replied he was going to get something different. Over all the cheering and beeping Percy’s voice declared her wanted nachos with extra cheese. The woman working the counter nodded with a straight face and and loud groan. She must’ve been in a terrible mood because she gave Percy a plate of nachos.

#percy jackson #the big bang #i never finished it

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kendrixtermina · 7 years

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The Oldham Styles as MAGICAL GIRLS

(Don’t ask me why I felt compelled to make this. This post was brought to you by Extraverted Intuition(TM))

Dramatic

Magical girl classic. A bit clumsy & naive, frequently laments about her personal life & misadventures in trying to win over her crush, but overall optimistic, upbeat and a firm believer in the power of friendship & might indeed consider making new friends the best part of the magic business. Enjoys both her ‘regular’ & ‘magical’ life and sometimes has them uncontrollably spill into each other. Her magical outfit is bright pink like something off a novel experimenta fashion collection

Sensitive

Cinnamon roll. Shy girl that used to dream of magic & read books about it but lead a fairly uneventful, thought content life, until the opportunity to obtain real magic fell into her hands. She enjoys the magic & cares a lot about protecting innocents but it’s a more double edged thing for her as she’s more impressionable by the battles & often has to face her fears. Has a flower-themed outfit when she transforms.

Conscientious

Responsible, mature & lowkey heroic even before magic; saw it as her duty to step up to protect the innocent, although between fighting evil & keeping up her grades, her free time kind of suffered untill her friends got her to ease up a bit. Strong sense of right & wrong thought it can be on the black& white ish side and she’s slower & more reluctant to forgive or work with others of the Anti-Hero variety. Has a knight-themed outfit.

Devoted

Became a magical girl when her best friend decided to become one & in effect became said friend’s sidekick. Never saw herself as the sort of special person who could have magic so it was a complex experience. Another big believer in the Power Of Friendship and of the opinion that fellow magical girls shouldn’t fight each other, though she might be reluctant to voice that or any other misgivings. Always looks out for the innocent bystandes. Her outfit is sorta traditional looking in subdued colors.

Exuberant

Very excited about the whole idea of magic, which probably contributed to her practicing & mastering her magic quickly enough. However, she also has a lot of other pursuits she’s exited about that she now has left time for and after the novelty fades she begins to wonder if she didn’t make the evil-fighting commitment a bit too hastily. Ultimately though she feels compelled to protect the innocent

Inventive

Sees the magic as providing the chance to be special that she always wanted, and hence jumped at the call. Likes to impress others with her magical skill and has a ‘flashy’ way of fighting; Tried to get in the good graces of the veteran magical girls & takes it poorly when some of them rebuff her. Despite her primadonna tendencies some part of her hoped to get friends & attention out of this & is happy when it eventually works.

Carefree

Was intitially quite charmed with the idea of magic and with her cheeky, chipper attitude swiftly charms her way into an established band of magical girls, but then she realizes that it’s not all fun & games and that it comes with obligations such as fighting evil and some of her less responsible actions cause confict with her teammates - Eventually though she finds a way to find joy in her duties.

Idiosyncratic

Starts out as a misunderstoof kooky loner. Was actually looking for mysterious happenings when she learned of her magical destiny and pretty much jumped at the call. Distinctly less attached to her ‘everyday life’ than her companions, wouldn’t mind getting trapped in a magical dimension or something. Wants to know everything about how the magic works & what its presense implies about the world at large.

Self-Sacrificing

Veteran Magical Girl. Valliantly kept up the fight against evil at the cost of much free & quality time, all by herself with no companions and no one who knew her true identity and could have thanked her. Feels very responsible for her younger comerades & will risk her life to protect them. Eventually some of those younger girls invite her to be their friend & not just mentor & the power of friendship melts her heart.

Leisurely

Joined under the rationale that they must protect their home from the forces of evil though she lowkey felt obliged to help in the fight for justice. At first seems like a chill ‘cool big sis’ figure who learned to do cool if silly things with magic, though things are more complex: She was never quite sure about the momentary decision that led her to take on the magical destnity & feels the impact of the evil-fighting on her personal life quite keenly, sometimes lowkey resenting it.

Self-Confident

Dark Magical Girl (TM). Liberally uses magic in her private life for what we might consider unfair uses, enhancing her beauty, charm & success with her enchantments & looking upon those that play by the rules as stupid or naive - fights the evil monsters with kind of vainglorious motivations, at least at first, before she’s made to reconsider by means of hubris biting her in the butt - that said, she’s capable of cooperating, even leading when a task requires it.

Artistic

Aware of both the excitement and price of Magical Destiny Life, and though it depends on the moment which one is more prevalent, she generally thinks that it’s worth it. Often makes profound little observations about the current adventure. Follows her little heart wherever it leads, which occasionally leads to her companions having no idea just what her plan concerning the antagonists is... the reality is of course that there IS no plan.

Mercurial

At first pretty eager & enthusiastic about the whole thing and enamored with the idea of being ‘chosen’, displeased when the other chosen ones turn out to contain the occasional jerk, and from then on it becomes... complex as the ups & downs of the story unfolds. Definitely performs the occasional grandiose act in the name of the power of friendship even though, or perhaps because the getting along isn’t always the smoothest.

Adventurous

Bit of a ‘wild’ girl, another ‘Anti-Hero’. Either lost or ran away from her parents whom she felt restricted & not very wanted by & now survives by means of her magic, doing as she pleases without going to school or ever paying for anything. Lowkey territorial about fighting monsters, not above picking fights with her fellow Magical girls and a fearsome fighter.

Vigilant

Takes quite a while to be convinced into the whole ‘magical destiny’ thing and doesn’t trust it, but eventually accepts when she gets acquainted the the villains & feels the desire to oppose them. Doesn’t immediately integrate into the ‘group’ and indeed butts heads with them at first, making the occsionally scatching remark or observation about it. Eventually settles into the role of the token cynic/ plan sanity checker and is appreciated for it by the others.

Aggressive

Very short hair; Rather untypical magical girl. Starts barking out orders almost by instinct when facing a powerful enemy with a group, considers an area her ‘territory’ and is willing to defend it. Doesnt shy away from more unsavory courses of actions if those will dispatch the antagonists. Has systematic anti-monster-measures. Will totally call u a n00b.

Solitary

Stoically hunts the forces of evil, one by one, all through the night, when she isn’t mysteriously sitting on rooftops.

The others can’t ever quite convince her to join their group or hang out with them outside of monster-hunting very much, but she can be relied upon to show up when a powerful enemy shows up that requires multiple people to beat.

Serious

Accepted the magical destiny in order to save herself at one point & kept fighting ever since, figuring that this was her lot in life now. Has been at it for a long time. Frequently snarky about her predicament and the world she lives in, poking fun at glitery sparkly genre conventions. Cautious, calculated fighter who stockpies magical thingies for the lean times.

#oldham personality #oldham

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A HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE FOLLOWERS ALREADY?!

How very despairful of you to be following the ultimate Junkochan now!! You really, REALLY must LOVE despair in a desperate manner. You make daddy Junko so proud!

Alright alright seriously now-- WHEN DID THIS NUMBER GO UP THIS HIGH!? I don’t understand seriously I’m so grateful for being received like this on the community! I have met a looot of people by now that I can call my friends (I HOPE) -- HELL I even met the most AWESOME Junkos on the website and I just ahhhh. Thank you all SO much for everything till now, I am looking forward to more RPS more replies LESS LAZINESS. Thanks for bearing with me xoxo.

SO SO the interesting part now!

First off the one and only Junkochan... I mean the Junkos, the squad ... The... ANYWAYS THE ULTIMATE DESPAIRS THAT I KNOW.

@ofdesperationis MY TWIN - MY SENPAI. Hecc you’re always so nice and kind and you’re literally a cinnamon roll and I would like to hug you but we’re waaay to far away. I always look up to you and I think you’re one of the best people I’ve ever met on Tumblr. I am just a potato and I don’t deserve you being on my life bUT WHO CARES I’M KEEPING YOU BECAUSE ILU TWIN. plsnoticemesenpaiurmyinspiratiohelppppppppp

@fashicnkiller MOMMY. JUNKO. Ahhhhhh you’re also a cinn- WAIT YOU’RE ACTUALLY A SINNAMON ROLL. We’ve talked a lot on discord and I really consider you one of my besties around. I look up to you as well and hell... You’ve been an inspiration to my blog before I started. c;

@hxpewrecker We haven’t really talked much-- BUT I SEE YOU IN MY DASH and your portrayal makes me happy so perhaps we should talk more!

@despuddle YOU, THE DISOWNED JUNKO! Bahahaha just kidding- I know a certain mommy junko and I can be annoying sometimes but beaaar with us. (See what I did there?) Honestly, your Junko is real good and hecc we should probably talk more.

HECC KAMUKURA SENPAI YASSSSSSS QUEEN!

@ultimatetalentizuru KAMUKURA KAMUKURA YAS QUEEN! -- You’re lovely and although we haven’t really talked that much I’ve been having a lot of fun with the crack posts that have been going around- Worry not! I will have Izuru fall head over heels for Junko! Keep up the good work friend.

THE SENPAIS

Here I have a list of the people following me that I admire (stalk) from afar. *clears throat*

@ongakuvoices Okay okay we have interacted but I have COMPLETELY fallen in love with your Ibuki. She is just on point and I look up to your work a LOT! We really don’t talk that much besides well, the group chat in Discord but hell! From what I’ve seen you’re great and aaAaaA.

@hcnorcoded We really haven’t talked much bUT HEY! You’re pretty cool and your blog is pretty cool and your portrayal is pretty cool and I hope we could talk more or interact even! -- Heh heh.

@pixcldream You have like legit the best Chiaki around and I love your art! I think Junko and Chiaki ESPECIALLY could have nice interactions and I’ll promise to try not to turn Chiaki into cheese-- Just kidding bahaha I think you’re great and I should totally reply to our thread -- ;u;

THE COOL ONES

So yea yea you know, you guys are pretty awesome and I love you and you deserve hugs and stabs in the back from Junko. c:

@sunnywitchesperitou , @tinyshslprogrammer , @goodluckgoodhope , @hopesvessel , @ayatsurii , @detective-kyoko-kirigiri , @ofdestructicn , @hxpelesszetsubx , @zxtsubxu , @hopetodespair , @despairadox , @childrenswar , @frosted-mermaid , @supercykes , @celestiatheultimategambler .

AND @ AT EVERYONE MISSING FOR BEING THERE AND HELPING THE BLOG TO GROW!

Thank you everyone for everything that has happened on the last few months and sincerely it has brought me a very nice time. Especially when you come from a toxic and weird fandom to RP, it is always the best when a community like this one receives you with such a warm welcome. I really never thought I would EVER get this far and even though many would not consider a 100 followers a lot, I think it is quite a lot for my expectatives. I really was never confident on my writing skills, hell much less on my Junko portrayal. I’ve always seen Junko as one of those muses that require work and investigation, but more than any of these, require PASSION; MOTIVATION- Which friends like my awesome twin have given to me ( I’m looking right at you twin ). From the very bottom of my heart and soul I want to thank you all again. It’s been a wonderful experience so far and even though I might be inactive from time to time, I can promise you I will always try my best when doing replies, because awesome people like you guys deserve quality replies! I’ve been really sensitive the past few days so I might or might have not cried a little while doing this... But they are MANLY TEARS I SWEAR. Without anything else to say, I hope you have a wonderful day, hit me up if you ever want to roleplay if we’re mutuals and you know what to do--

Stay frosty, cool cats.

#[ follower forever tag ]#♚ [ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔶𝔥𝔢𝔪 ] ;; OOC

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