#her name is june bug but she is also june and junie and

[orcelito]

Happy to report that while her name is officially June Bug, I often call her Junie for average talking to her (between Sammy, Tally, and Cassy, I seem to have a thing for this naming convention)

If she's in trouble though, it's a sharp cold "June!" Very effective in getting her to stop lol

[anoramactir]

random & unorganized annabel/ambrose kid hcs:

ji-eun ‘junie’ kim! named after [REDACTED], obvi, and since rosy does go by ambrose/ia i feel like she’d have a nickname that’s easier to use in the usa.

she goes by junie as a kid, switches to june when she hits middle school to seem more grown up, then goes back to junie in her twenties.

mom calls her junebug when she’s v little, and that ends up morphing into bug/buggy. elle does feel vaguely guilty - she remembers how embarrassing the nickname button was as a teenager - but can’t break the habit.

dad doesn’t really use nicknames, but he uses ji-eun like a nickname in affectionate moments.

auntie sally calls her junie b jones lmao

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the cutest baby in the world, in my very biased opinion!

short queen and bitter about it. 5′0 + 1/2, but lies about being 5′1. still refuses to wear heels for some reason.

she has a sharp + angular face, but the gap tooth and light freckles across her face make her less intimidating. wears her hair to her mid back, usually in a singular braid.

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pollard score of 4, and doesn’t care in the slightest. she has zero desire to work with unity or in any ment related field, so why would it matter? i’m tentatively saying she goes into engineering? i feel like she’s a math + tech nerd. 

she wanted to be an astronaut as a kid but then she realized she’s scared of heights. no, you can’t actually fall from space. yes, she’s still scared of falling from space.

junie did lego robotics in school! mom and dad were very proud. she was also on the soccer team and almost applied for a sports scholarship. but her love for robots beat out her love for sportsball.

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elle picked the tao of pooh from rosy’s office, so i feel like she/rosy would be sentimental about that and raise junie on a lot of winnie the pooh. eeyore is her favorite! a plush of him was her very first toy and she keeps it even as an adult.

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she has some complicated feelings about her family, but in the end i think she loves her parents a lot and is grateful for the life she has. but—

it’s kind of weird being an only child when both her parents are so defined by their siblings? she’s a fairly independent child but sometimes she kind of feels off-balance, like there should be someone else there. but elle very empathically doesn’t want another. like...

elle is aware she couldn’t handle a ment kid and wouldn’t have tried for a child at all. junie is a (deeply, completely loved) accident, but they were lucky she’s a 4. they’re not taking the risk again.

re: being defined by siblings. elle always had a hard time feeling like she had an identity beyond nick, so she’s content with having an only child. she’s objectively aware that the vast majority of siblings aren’t as intertwined as she & nick were, but. it’s just one of those weird brain things.

also, elle & rosy are just... ridiculously busy people. having more than one kid would really stretch them thin.

for the most part, it’s just the three of them: rosy, elle, and junie. she’s not isolated, and for the most part she likes the peace & quiet, but sometimes she does wonder what having a huge family would be like.

she actually never meets any of her grandparents--- rosy’s parents are deceased & elle is completely estranged from hers. i think she looks up some old videos of hope after she finds out about The Incident, but she doesn’t feel the need to seek them out.

she barely sees uncle nick (he’s canonically extremely pushy about button reconciling with john & hope, and the more he insists the less elle wants to do with him) but she does like him. he’s a little exhausting to deal with, but he remembers all her favorite foods and likes buying exorbitant presents.

junie adores auntie talia, she’s her favorite person on the planet. she has a few months as a teenager where she wants to be called binary, which mom finds hilarious and dad finds ridiculous. also--- ms. parker is totally her de facto grandma.

being button’s kid - the child of someone who was so shaped by pollard scores - is what pushes her away from doing anything with unity. she wants something brand new for herself.

junie knows elle adores her and she never feels unwanted. but she does eventually (around late high school?) realize she wasn’t initially wanted or planned. she does objectively understand why elle wouldn’t want the risk of a ment child, but it still fractures their relationship. they mostly mend things, but it’s a miserable few months before that.

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very proud of her korean heritage! (not that she had much of a choice, with dad’s strict lessons, lmao.) she likes speaking another language--- it feels kind of like a special code as a kid. i also think she loves all kinds of korean fusion. mom experiments with a lot of combos - korean/italian, korean/indian - and junie will try any dish at least once. bulgogi tacos remain ultimate, though.

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probably a lesbian? her first crush was a girl on her middle school soccer team (her comfort movie is bend it like beckham, obvi.) i don’t think she’s much of a romantic, though, and doesn’t really settle down with anyone until she’s in her late 30s.

idk if she would have kids. honestly, thinking of my baby daughter elle as a grandma kind of breaks my brain, so i’ll consider it.

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the light of my life who i would die and/or kill for <3

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Pictures- Charlie Gillespie x OC

Charlie Gillespie x Juniper Dalton

Description: Charlie, Juniper, Owen, Jeremy, Madison and Jadah have an interview where some random questions are asked, including one about Charlie’s fascination with taking pictures on set.

Word Count: 1.5k

“I literally just have a whole album of people taking naps on set,” Charlie said, causing the others to laugh. He, Jeremy, Owen, Madison, Jadah and Juniper were in an interview for Julie and the Phantoms. They had been talking about pictures from set that the different cast had posted on social media and Madison mentioned that most of them had been taken by Charlie, especially the ones where they were napping on different sets. 

“Who would you say you have the most pictures of?” The interviewer asked, also laughing with the others. Immediately Owen, Jeremy, Madison and Jadah pointed to Juniper, who flashed a knowing smile then laughed and blushed. She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, making everyone coo at her. 

“Aw there’s no reason to be embarrassed Juni,” Jeremy laughed, trying to pry her wrist away. Charlie snickered and pushed the boy away before looking at the interviewer. 

“Okay to be fair she’s literally my girlfriend,” he spoke. “We literally spend so much time together it’s hard not to have more pictures of her than anyone else. 

“I also have narcolepsy,” Juniper finally added, dropping her hands. “Like, I just fall asleep at random. I could be at a concert and I’ll just fall and take a little snooze.” Charlie nodded knowingly then looked at her. 

“Yeah I can’t name the amount of times I’ve walked into Julie’s room and you’re just on her bed asleep. It was a daily occurrence.”

“Yeah if we couldn’t find her between takes, she would be in Julie’s bed,” Owen added. 

“Well to be fair, Julie's bed is literally so comfortable,” Jadah defended her friend. 

“Thank you Jadah,” Juniper spoke, giving the guys a pointed look. Owen stuck his tongue out at the girl, making her giggle. 

“Yeah I’ll give you that,” Charlie muttered with a shrug. 

“Sometimes one of us would just go take a nap with her,” Madison informed. The interviewer raised her eyebrows at her then looked at Juniper. 

“Wait really? Who would you say is your favorite person to cuddle with?” She asked curiously. The others looked at Juniper after the question and Charlie leaned close to her. 

“Be careful with your next words June,” he jokingly threatened. She laughed and shoved him away before humming in thought. 

“Um...I’d probably have to say it’s a tie between Charlie and Owen.” Her answer seemed to surprise everyone. 

“Wait seriously?” Owen asked with a small chuckle. 

“Why not me?” Jeremy pouted. 

“Because- okay, first of all, Charlie is literally a human heater. They keep it so cold on set because the lights where we’re filming are so hot so it kinda counteracts it. So even though I’ll be all covered up, it’ll still be freezing. Charlie always provides heat when we cuddle and it’s so nice and cozy.”

“Is that all I am to you? A heater?” Charlie laughed out. Juniper giggled and shrugged.

“Why do you like cuddling with me?” Owen asked curiously. 

“You’re a big cuddle bug,” she explained, confusing him and everyone else. 

“So am I?” Charlie said more as a question. Juniper nodded and took his hand. 

“Yeah, but Owner's just a little bit bigger than you. He’s more comfortable to lay on because he’s more muscular in the chest area.” The others seemed to find her elaboration amusing while Charlie mocked offense. 

“Yeah you hear that Char? I’m going after your girlfriend,” Owen joked, wrapping his arm around Juniper’s shoulders. 

“Wait, what?” Hazel, Owen’s girlfriend, laughed from somewhere behind the cameras. Owen’s eyes widened and he pulled away from Juniper. 

“Uh, nothing!” He called back, looking terrified. Charlie couldn’t help the snort that came from him, which caused everyone else to burst out laughing. 

“Oh man you guys, if we can’t find Owen after today we’ll know what happened,” Jeremy snickered. The boy rolled his eyes at his friend then crossed his arms and looked around behind the camera crew. 

“Hazel babe, I love you,” he called helplessly. There was a ‘mhm’ from there which caused everyone to laugh again. 

“How did we go off tangent like this?” The interviewer asked, looking around. “Like, I have no idea how we got here,” she laughed. The crew didn’t seem to know either, but they weren’t complaining. This is probably the most amusing interview they’d have today. 

“You know, I think that’s enough for now,” she continued, looking at the camera. “Guys if you haven’t already seen it, seen it, go watch Julie and the Phantoms now streaming on Netflix.” She looked from the camera to the cast with a wide smile. 

“Thank you guys so much for coming here today,” she spoke, standing to go down the line to shake their hands. Everyone stood in unison and shook her hand when she got to them, Juniper and Charlie letting go of each other’s hands just long enough to do so. They all said their variations of thanks and goodbyes shortly before the crew yelled ‘cut!’ 

“Alright you guys,” the director spoke, walking towards them. All that’s left is some promo pics for the show and then you’re good to go,” he informed them. They nodded and he led them to a separate stage with a colorful backdrop. 

The shoot didn’t last long, everyone took pictures with everyone. There were candid pictures, silly pictures, random pictures, and one picture that looked like Charlie, Owen and Juniper were cuddling upright. 

Afterwards everyone bid their goodbyes, Charlie led Juniper to his car. They jammed out to all kinds of music back to their shared apartment and once they arrived he practically carried her all the way to the apartment. 

“Aw poor pitiful,” he cooed in a baby voice as he opened the front door. “Is she already tired after one photoshoot and interview?” She rolled her eyes and pushed his head away when he leaned closer to her. 

“Oh shut up I had to get up early. Kenny asked me, Hazel and Allison to come early because our makeup took more time. You know this,” she grumbled as she plopped on the couch. He sat beside her and allowed her to lean her head on his shoulder. 

“I’m well aware considering I’m the one who drove you,” he retorted pointedly. 

“You literally slept on the couch in the studio, you ass,” she laughed. “You got some extra sleep.” He pursed his lips in thought, realizing he was right. 

“Oh whatever,” she finished, rolling her eyes. 

“Aw you know you love me,” he laughed, pulling her almost uncomfortably close to him and squishing her cheek against his. She couldn’t help but laugh at his childish antics and tried to pull away, only for him to pull her closer (which she didn’t realize was possible). 

“Let me go!” She exclaimed between giggles, attempting in vain to push away from her boyfriend. He was relentless though. 

“Not until you tell me that you love me,” he insisted. When she tried to get away from him once again he half tackled her, pinning her waist under his legs as his fingers dug into her sides. She burst out laughing as he continued to tickle her, begging him to stop. 

“Not until you say you love me!” He repeated, not stopping. After struggling for a few minutes she finally gave up. 

“Okay, okay! I love you!” She yelled. Immediately his tickling ceased and he sat back. 

“See? Was that so difficult?” He questioned with a cheeky grin. 

“Yes,” she deadpanned shortly before pushing him off of her and, effectively, off the couch. Charlie fell with a small grunt, making her laugh as she stretched across the couch. He pouted and scooched forward so he was sitting criss cross beside her head. 

“Don’t be so dramatic,” she giggled after taking one look at his face. 

“But you hurt me,” he pointed to his heart. “Right here.” She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and took his hand, entangling their fingers. 

“Well then I’m sorry.” His sad frown was replaced with a smile immediately. 

“So, can I come up there and cuddle with you or should I call Owen?” He teased, not missing her actually rolling her eyes this time. 

“If you don’t then I may give Owen a call,” she responded simply, scooting over to make room for him. He was laying on the couch a second later, getting comfortable. Her scooting over was in vain because he still ended up taking up ¾ of the couch with half her body on top of his. Juniper entangled their legs and laid her head on his chest, her right hand right below it and her left supporting his head despite him using the decorative pillow. 

“So, what’s the plan for the rest of the day?” He inquired. He looked down at her only to see her asleep. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he was quick to shrug it off - not physically of course, he would never want to wake her up like that - and get settled into his spot, not far behind her in falling asleep (not without taking another picture or two first). Though she said that it was a tie, Juniper’s favorite person to cuddle with would always be Charlie. 

[deafchild2000]

Inheritance Character Profile: June Moore

Full Name

• June Alicia Fell-Moore

BORN

• June 16th, 2012 (Anchorage, Alaska, Age 16)

STATUS

• Alive

OCCUPATION

• MFHS student

TITLE(S)

• June Moore (preferred name)

• Junie, Jay/J (by BJ)

• June Moone/Enchantress (by Harmony)

• Juno (by Meredith)

• Jun-Bug, Junie-B (by Dante and Abigail)

SPECIES

• Human

GENDER

• Female

FAMILY INFORMATION

FAMILY MEMBERS

• Dante Moore (Father)

• Meredith Fell (Mother)

• Dr. Abigail Moore (Paternal Aunt)

• Alicia Griffith (Paternal grandmother) ✝

• Michael Fell (Grandfather)

• Elise Samaha-Fell (Grandmother)

• Marjorie Ann Fell (Great-grandmother) ✝

• Bartholomew Fell Jr. (Cousin)

• Thomas Fell † (Ancestor)

• Honoria Fell † (Ancestor)

• Franklin Fell † (Ancestor)

• Tobias Fell † (Relative)

• Logan Fell † (Relative)

• Thomas Fell III † (Relative)

• Blair Fell (Relative)

• Valerie Fell (Relative)

• Mr. Fell (Distant Uncle)

• Violet Fell (Cousin) ✝

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT

• 5½ (Feet)

• 1.52 (Meters)

HAIR COLOR

• Dark brown

EYE COLOR

• Dark Brown

Early History

Born in Anchorage, Alaska on June 16th, 2012 to Dante Moore and Meredith Fell-Moore, she grew up in the cold weather and long summers with doctors for parents. Sometime in March 2011, Dante meets her future mother - Meredith Fell - at work in Duke University Hospital (where he and his Aunt Abigail worked as a Pediatrician & Neuro-Oncologist) after she moved from Mystic Falls, Virginia to Durham & regained her medical license as a Physician. They were briefly friends before falling in love and getting engaged. They took a trip with a friend to Anchorage, Alaska for vacation in May 2011 and came to love their visit so much that they decided to move there. After the move, some months later, Meredith was pregnant with June.

When she was 13, her family made the move from Alaska to Mystic Falls where her maternal family lived. She had trouble adjusting to being the new kid in school and the very few people of color in the large Fell Family. She bonded with her cousin, BJ Fell Jr., but the relationship didn't go beyond their class hierarchy in school - where she was labeled the nerd wearing old trends and BJ is the popular jock who is trendy. Because of this, she kept to herself most of the time.

At fifteen, she crashed a party BJ was forced to bring her to where she met Harmony Kenner. She accidentally called her "Moone" instead of "Moore", which escalated to calling her "The Enchantress" from DC. Coincidentally, June was a fan of the comics and they hit it off since. June was surprised to learn Harmony was the entertainment and not a student at Mystic Falls, but was nevertheless impressed at her violin performance and decided to be friends with her.

In 2025, June wished Harmony her condolences for the loss of her mother and gave her time to grief, which strained their friendship for a time before they reconciled.

By 2028, she's less than pleased with her cousin's behavior but chooses to be unaffiliated with him. After the deaths of BJ's friends (Sasha Stoteraux, Conner, and Dana Lilien), she had noticed their deaths changed him in a good way and started to notice him more. She also began to notice the strange deaths around town, the Salvatore students always being at the center of it, and her own family's string of deaths. All this started when Harmony asked her to create an antivenom for a rare spider bite...

Personality

June is a lot like her mother (loyal, intelligent, and kind) but she isn't a pushover. She didn't have a lot of friends in Alaska but kept a tight circle of those she cared about. June has no problem being labeled a nerd and a comic geek as they're the things she likes. Moving to the Lower 48 was a major culture shock as she was already a minority at home and seeing other African Americans was some comfort, but being 1 of few in her mother's family was a little daunting. She's not afraid to make friends but she won't tolerate disrespect, as she was given when BJ didn't defend her from bullies and ignored her. This crosses over to the Salvatore students as she has nothing against them and doesn't understand why anyone dislikes them.

Unfortunately, while she loves to be academically challenged, she isn't ignorant to favors. Such as when Harmony comes to her to help create an antivenom for an unknown species of spider.

She's a bit multi-talented in many things due to living in Alaska but doesn't like to show off.

Physical Appearance

BJ is a beautiful young girl with a short yet curvy figure. She has long curly, dark brown hair and a caramel skin tone often making her, making people often mistake her for Sasha Stoteraux from behind. June's of mixed heritage since her father is African American and her mother is of Caucasian/Lebanese descent.

Name

• June is of Latin origin and means "young." It is derived from the name of the Roman goddess Juno.

• Alicia is a feminine given name, a variant of Alice, meaning "noble natured" (noble of the kind).

• Moore is from Middle English meaning 'moor', 'marsh', 'fen', 'area of uncultivated land', and "stately and noble".

• Fell is of Norse and English origins, and it means "from the rough hill".

Trivia

• June's mom and paternal family are comprised of doctors while June herself aspires to be a veterinarian.

• June's multilingual, speaks Spanish, French, and can understand a bit of Filipino and Korean.

• She was named for the month she was born and her late paternal grandmother.

• June owns a pet tarantula named Charlotte.

• June gets homesick for Anchorage sometimes.

• Her aunt Abigail Moore is a Neuro-Oncologist (who specializes in the cancer of brain tumors)

• ⬆️ Caroline once went to her at Duke for help when her mother was dying of an inoperable brain tumor.

• June takes Biology and Chemistry.

• ⬆️ This is detrimental to why Harmony went to her to create an antivenom for Dana, who was living in a prison world, suffering from Arachne venom in her.

• ⬆️⬆️ The cures she created ended up not working and unusable after Dana ended up becoming an Arachne.

• She has a good relationship with her mother, Meredith Fell.

• June loves Salmon.

• June is a really good singer. She bonded with Harmony over R&B music and DC heroes when they first met.

• June initially only talked to BJ at Fell Family functions as only other POC members of the family her age, but they avoided each other at MFHS.

• June has no issues with the Salvatore Boarding School or its students.

• June may or may not eventually develop a crush on Kaleb.

• June knows how to ice skate, fish, hunt.

• Like her cousin, June is oblivious of the supernatural side of Mystic Falls but starts looking into it.

• ⬆️ She soon starts to realize her mother's family suffered from strings of random deaths.

[clarkslibrary]

𝕀𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Pairing: steve rogers x OFC (Juniper Loughty), mild OMC (Judah) x OFC (Juniper)

Word Count: 2,849

Warnings: ANGST, alcohol, breakups, swearing, jealous steve, unrequited love, heavy nicknames,nat and bucky being right for 10 mins straight, angst crashing nat’s bday

Author’s Note: Hi lovelies! This is first fic (vv nervous) and i was inspired by @honeysucklesteve ‘s 4K writing challenge💕 let me know if any warnings need to be added and feel free to leave feedback! [collage was made by me and fic was inspired by In and Out of Love ; by Oh Wonder] ALSO I TRIED PUTTING A READ MORE TAB AND DUMBLR WONT ACCEPT IT

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“That’s the last one, June Bug.” Nat wrapped her in a hug.

“Thanks, Nat.”

“You sure you’ll be alright?” She asks and scans Jupiter's features for doubt.

“Yeah, eventually. I’ve done it before,” Juniper says with a sigh. “Just never thought it would be like this.”

“Me either, kiddo.”

The first night was the worst and all she could do was cry. Memories carved at her until all that was left was a quivering girl.

Juniper tries to remember where it all went wrong. Where did it all break? Surrounded by her belongings, she felt truly homeless. It was as if her home had been ripped from her hands.

The sun pulls her from the floor. It’s bright beams shining through the brownstone’s windows. It gave her the courage to stand up and slowly unpack. She thought that sifting through her things beforehand was hard but now the absence hit harder.

His coffee mug.

She always hated that blue, chipped mug; his first gift from Natasha, when he came out of the ice. The ceramic was all scuffed and it had permanent coffee rings on the inside. Now, she would give anything to hold it in her hands. Feel the warmth of his black coffee, two sugars.

Slowly, her books filled the shelves and her clothes spilled into the closet. The cozy bedding she had once loved, looked wrong.

“I can’t do this.” Juniper’s face falls into her hands.

Her breakdown is cut short by a curt knock. The air in her lungs locks up. What if it's him? Did he change his mind?

She quickly smoothed her hair, shaking it out, and wiped away the tears.

“Coming!” Her voice sounded clear despite the war of screams it faced hours earlier.

Her hands shook, reaching for the knob but she blew out a breath and swung open the door.

“Hey, I’m from next door and saw you moving in. Just wanted to introduce myself.”

Juniper shoved the disappointment away and took in the man before her. His dark hair was curly, falling across his forehead leading to bright blue eyes speckled with brown.

“Hi, I’m Juniper.” She stuck out her hand and he took it with a soft grip.

“Judah,” he smiles and she forces a tight one back. “You okay?”

She flinches at the question and scolds herself for it.

“Yeah, just stressed from unpacking and the move.” Juniper takes back her hand and waves it nonchalantly.

“You sure? I can always help if you want.”

“Help?” She asks, confusion lacing her tone.

“Help you unpack? Looks like you had a lot of boxes but I don’t wanna be too forward.” He holds his hands up in innocence.

Juniper pulled her lip between her teeth looking back at the boxes still piled in her foyer then back to Judah. He looked muscular enough. His worn shirt did little to hide the contours of his shoulders and arms.

“Uh, I think I could use some help actually.”

She stepped back opening the door enough so he could slip in.

“Don’t mind the mess,” she mumbled, slipping past him to sweep tissues from last night into her arms.

“Don’t worry about it.” He flashes her a smile and she weakly nods. “You have a nice unit. The setup is a little different than mine but mostly the same.”

She didn’t want small talk. She wanted to be busy.

“Do you wanna start over here?” She asks and he turns to meet her stare.

“Uh, yeah sure.”

“These two need to go upstairs, the second door on the right.”

“Gotcha.” he flashes her a wink before squatting and lifting the boxes like they were nothing.

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Judah seemed to pick up on the fact she didn’t wanna talk. Juniper directed and he did it; occasionally cracking jokes about her taste in tourist knickknacks.

“Hey, I’m gonna order some pizza. That's good with you?” She asks him when the sun starts to sink.

“Sounds delicious,” he quips, making himself comfortable on the velvet couch.

“Comfy?” She teases and he sighs leaning back even further, spreading his legs taking up half the couch.

He was huge standing and even bigger sprawled out like a baby.

“The comfiest.”

After calling in the pizza she flopped next to him occupying the other half of the couch.

“So, what made you move?”

The question makes her raise up and look at him. He still has his eyes closed and is stretched out.

“It’s complicated,” she blurts and he cracks open one eye at her.

“I’m listening,” he says softly.

“I got broken up with.” The words sound foreign and they sting even worse. “Uh, we had been together a year ago yesterday. Well, it would have been a year.”

“Their loss.”

The words make her snort in disbelief.

“So untrue but thanks for the pity.”

Judah sits up and stretches before pivoting his body towards her.

“Look, you are a catch. I wouldn’t have spent a whole day helping a stranger unpack unless I felt they deserved it.”

“You admit that you did this to get in my pants?” She jokes and he shrugs.

“Wasn’t a part of the plans but I do enjoy some spontaneity.” The drop in voice made a chill run across her skin.

“Oh.”

A rough laugh leaves his chest and his hand catches hers.

“Listen, whoever this person was, obviously didn’t see your worth. Sometimes things don’t work out and it's for the best.” He pauses for a beat. “Besides, how would I have ever met you, Berry.”

“Berry?” She asks with a quirked brow.

“Like Juniper berry.”

“That’s a new one,” she says with a smile. “I like it.”

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6 Months Later

“Jude, c'mon share,” Juniper whined, reaching for the pizza slice.

She was currently climbing over the behemoth of a man trying to get a bite.

“You already had your bite,” he protested twisting away from her on the couch.

A determined look settled on her face.

“Oh no, not that look.” Judah stretched trying to wiggle away but she was already on top of him.

Luckily they were at his house because her couch would have never handled this roughhousing. Her knees landed on either side of his waist and she pressed his chest down with one hand, reaching with the other.

“Berry, this is my slice!”

“Not for much longer,” she says with a grin. She grabs the slice and takes a bite. “Mmmm,” she moans and Judah stills under her.

“That good?”

“Mmhmm,” she hums around the bite and then offers him one.

“You go ahead, Berry.” He smiles and his hands land on her hips.

“Jude, you’re the best.” She juts out her lip giving him the sweetest pout.

He could feel the warmth of her skin on his forearms, her thighs exposed by her sleep shorts and her well-worn shirt slipped down the smooth column of her neck onto her shoulder.

No matter what time of day she looked breathtaking. Dark ebony hair, crystal clear eyes that looked like starlight. He wanted to tell her these things but when they met she was still so broken.

“I was gonna ask you a favor actually,” she mutters, putting the slice back over into the empty box.

“Whatcha need?” He thumbs rubbed smooth circles on her thighs and she steadied herself with her hands on his chest.

“There is this party coming up. My friend Natasha’s birthday and I really wanna go but not alone.”

“The scary one?”

Juniper laughs and shakes her head yes.

“Yeah, the scary one. Anyway, would you wanna be my date?” She rushes the last couple of words thinking her heart might explode.

“Your date?” Judah asks and she cringes.

“Never mind, I knew I shouldn't have asked because now things are-“ her words are cut off by him pulling her into a tight hug

“I’ll take that as a yes?” She murmurs pressed against his chest.

“Hell yeah,” he grins, pressing a kiss to her hair.

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Steve wasn’t expecting to see her and damn did she look good. The way his heart flitted to his stomach and made him want to hurl; it surprised him. Junie was glowing. Her hair was just the way he liked it, up in the front exposing her jawline and plump lips. It cascades down her back as silk catching gleams of light.

She hadn’t even seen him yet and he could make out the faint scrunch of her nose when she hugged Sam, laughing.

He missed her.

The rough sting of reality pierced him when an arm snakes around her waist pulling her close.

He didn’t recognize the guy and frankly could care less who he was. All he wanted to do right now was rip his hands off of his Junie. Juniper smiled up at him and leaned into his touch.

Steve didn’t even know the glass in his hand had shattered until her eyes snapped to meet his. The flash of realization and the immediate hard gaze cut him worse than any broken glass.

“C’mon let’s get some air punk.”

Bucky slings his arm around Steve’s shoulder steering him towards the balcony. Steve’s shaking the scotch from his hand and wiping it on his jeans when the door slides shut.

“Dammit.” He grits out and Bucky watches as he slams his palms against the railing. “Do you know who he is?”

“Steve,” Bucky starts but Steve cuts him off.

“Who is he?”

“I don’t think that’s for the best.”

“Awh, c’mon cut the bullshit.”

“He is her date.”

The confirmation makes him drop his head looking at the busy street below.

“His name’s Judah. She introduced me earlier while you were between eye-fucking her and murdering him.”

Steve scoffs and Bucky lets out a dry laugh.

“You asked me for the truth pal.”

“Is she,” he pauses, “happy?”

“Seems to be.”

Steve hums to himself and feels the ache settle in his chest. She was happy without him. It had been 6 months and he still couldn’t be bothered to take her body wash out of his shower. He’d hate to admit when he got really bad and the missions stopped, he sat with water pouring, and the cap popped open. Now and then he’d feel like she was there. That he would open his eyes and see her like out of a movie.

“Why are you getting so upset about this? You broke up with her.” Bucky’s words are harsh but true.

“I did it for her safety.”

“Bullshit, if that were the truth she would still live in the compound surrounded by people to keep her safe.”

He stews in the silence and Bucky grips his shoulder.

“To be as old as you are, you sure can be an idiot.”

A humorless laugh leaves Steve and he drops his head, wondering what it would be like if he was less of an idiot.

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Juniper sipped her drink as Nat slid into the barstool next to her.

“Hey,” She says grinning at her.

“Hi, birthday girl!” Junie abandons her drink pulling Nat into a tight hug. “Feels like it’s been forever since I have seen you.”

“Probably, because you have a hunk keeping you company.”

Juniper’s face flushed and Nat nudged her with a grin.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She says taking a sip of her drink.

“Seriously, though I’m happy for you.”

Nat watches as Juniper nods muttering a thank you.

“Now, what’s on your mind June Bug?”

“Nothing,” She says, shooting her friend a quick smile.

Natasha quirks a brow at her and watches as Juniper’s eyes flit to the balcony where Steve had left with Bucky.

“He has been a mess too.”

Juniper’s heart stutters not expecting to hear those words.

“I don’t know why he is such an idiot but he does still love,” Nat starts but she is cut off.

“I can’t hear this right now.” Juniper downs her drink and slides it back to the bartender. “Sorry, I need a minute.”

The party is booming; her eyes scan the crowd for Judah but he is nowhere to be found. Taking deep measured breaths her legs carry her down the hall to the elevators.

“Stop freaking out,” She mutters to herself.

“Are you okay?”

The familiar voice makes her jump and squeezes her eyes shut. If only she could will him away.

“Go away.”

“Are you okay? I am not leaving you here like this, Junie.” Steve’s voice was even and calm.

“That’s absolutely rich coming from you,” She grits out pressing the elevator button. “Why are you here? Huh? Come to laugh at what a mess I am.”

“What?” Steve asks his brow furrowing with confusion. “Is that what you think of me?”

“Just forget it,” Juniper says as the elevator door opens with a ding. “Have a good night, Rogers.”

“Wait, just a second.”

She escapes into the elevator but his boot wedges into the closing doors. Up close she can see the creases of his worry and the storm brewing in the blue of his eyes. His hair messy; disheveled by his raking fingers she guesses.

“Talk to me.” His gaze burns into her.

Even with the frown on her face, she was gorgeous. The lighting of the party didn’t do her justice. Here he saw the peach dusting her cheeks and the shine of her ruby lips.

“Why should I?” Her eyebrows pinch together and he doesn’t respond. “You broke up with me, Steve.”

“I only wanted to keep you safe,” He says letting the doors close and essentially forcing them in proximity. “That has always been my priority.”

“Safe? Did you forget I had worked alongside you for three years? I am capable of guarding my own safety.” She reaches for the buttons but his hand catches her wrist.

“When things get bad, all I can think about is you. All I want is to see you, talk to you,” He says softly. “Sometimes, I still can hear you. Singing that awful song in the shower.” A sad smile flits across his lips. “I dream about you. Dream that I’ll wake up and you’ll be there.”

“Steve,” She protests and he pulls her closer.

“I think about kissing you.” His touch feels like an old habit she could never shake. “Think about laying you down and kissing every inch of you. God, you’re gorgeous. You know that, right?”

Juniper can see his tongue pressing against his bottom lip and the drag of it across his teeth. Her stomach buzzes. Months ago she would have pulled him into herself like so many times before; but now, her skin crawls.

Why was he doing this now?

“Steve.” She pulls her wrist from his grasp. “I have someone now. He wants me.”

Steve recoils at her words and clenches his fist.

“It’s time for you to move on.” She can see the anger and confusion lacing his features. “It’s not easy, trust me. It’s painful and feels like the worst kind of betrayal.”

“I love you.”

His words make her freeze, curdling the contents of her stomach and making her tongue heavy with unspoken words.

“Steve,” She whispers and she cradles his cheek for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

Juniper presses the open door button and escapes him taking a gracious gasp of air.

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Judah finds her coming back into the party.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you,” He says and frowns when he sees the tears clouding her eyes. “Berry, what’s wrong?”

“I just, I,” She gasps trying to catch her breath.

“Shh, it’s alright. I’m here.” Judah pulls her into him, wrapping his arms around her small form. “Let’s get you home.”

Juniper wanted so desperately to feel better at those words but her home wasn’t a place.

It is a person.

Just some tags, pls don’t feel pressure to read 🖤

@speechlessxx @mypoisonedvine @buckycuddlebuddy @nsfwsebbie @worksby-d @redgillan @whitestarbucky @cloudystevie

[emmettsmantiddies]

Hello!!!Can you please tell me about your cats-🐺

Hello Wolf Pal (Every time I see that emoji I think “it’s a wolf thing” lol)

So I have 4 cats! 3 of them are siblings (Junie, Pepper, Wrigley) and one is my baby (Wilbur)

And this turned out super duper long, so below the cut it shall be! (open at ur own risk I’m not kidding it’s long)

Junie is the leader. When we met the three siblings (we call them the babies because when we adopted them we had a senior cat, he has since passed but we still call them that, confusing, I know) she was the first one out. My dad and I were insistent that we get her, my mom and sister wanted the two fluffies. My dad said “get three of them” and we did. Junie is, like most female cats, not the most friendly with everybody. Don’t get me wrong, she’s sweet, but she’s only really bonded to me and my mom, and she only bonded with my mom after I left for college. She likes to play with small plush toys--she’s stolen little milk carton plushies and dumpling plushies from me before. They are now hers. She’s also known for being weird. She scratches around her food when she’s done or if she wants to come back to it later; cats do this in the wild to protect their food. She also tends to clean her brothers--and Wilbur too, on occasion. Her full name is Juniper, but we rarely call her that. Her other nicknames are June, Junebug, BugBug, Buggy, Booba, and Boob (I started calling her Booba for no good reason and it got shortened to Boob lol). She’s a good girl, but a little odd.

Pepper is probably best described as a himbo. He’s very puffy (although to the untrained eye he and Wrigley are practically indistinguishable), and he’s slightly browner than Wrigley and has a longer face and more distinguished nose. He also looks like he’s wearing harem pants. Pepper likes to give love bites. They do not feel like love bites; they hurt. He will try to give you an eyebrow piercing if given the opportunity. Pepper likes to play with balls with bells in them, he also likes strings. Pepper was originally Wrigley because we thought Wrigley was a girl. But, since Pepper was darker at the time, we switched Wrigley to Pepper and Lily to Wrigley (confusing, right?). Pepper is my mom’s cat; although, he’ll settle for me on occasion. He’s very complacent and just loves to sit with my mom and sleep with her at night. He will sometimes “scarf her,” that is, he’ll lay across her neck like a scarf. He likes to watch water coming out of faucets--I say he’s a himbo because he gets surprised by the water every. Darn. Time. He’s the largest in terms of puff, but actually weighs the least. His nicknames include PingPing (I’m not sure where this nickname came from), Pepperoni, and the most notorious nickname he has is PP. I gave him that one, but hear me out! Pepper has two P’s right next to each other in the middle, right? So PP stands for those 2 P’s. 

Wrigley is a grumpy old man trapped in a fat kitty’s body. Wrigley is built like he swallowed a cylinder--a cylinder of fat. He’s stocky, his hair is more gray, and he looks like a frilled lizard in cat form. He has a big belly, but only like the lower half--he has a practically hairless section (it’s always been like this, he’s fine) that’s very pink, and so aptly named (by yours truly) “the pink part.” When he grooms that area, it’s known as “pink part maintenance.” Wrigley is the best at standing on two feet--he looks like a meerkat when he does. He also has a grudge/vendetta/hatred towards my older sister. She left for college when the babies were less than a year old, and when she came back after a while, she brought her cat that she adopted, Salem (also known as Pookie). Salem and (really all of the babies) Wrigley did not get along, and Wrigley started to associate my sister with Pookie and ever since has had a... not so friendly relationship with her. He growls at her, hisses (he has a pathetic hiss, it comes out in spurts), but then he’ll also act like he wants her to pet him. He will also chase people for fun and bite their ankles when they stop (he doesn’t mean any harm when he does this). Wrigley is finnicky. He doesn’t always like to be picked up and will growl/grumble when someone does. But he’s also needy, he will come and demand attention by trying to suffocate me and lay on my chest. He became friends with Wilbur early on--it surprised everyone because of how grumpy he is, we expected he’d hate Wilbur the most, but that title goes to Pepper. Wrigley doesn’t play very often--he’s a watcher. But he likes hairties and milk caps. He’s an odd little guy. His nicknames include Wriggy, Ricky (my sister’s friend misheard us call him Wriggy and now he’s stuck with that name), Richard, Reginald, Rigatoni, Wriggle Piggle, and Rinchy.

Wilbur is my baby. He is actually an ordained minister an emotional support animal. I got permission to bring him with me to college last year, although I adopted him earlier in the summer. He was the runt of the litter and now he’s huge. He doesn’t look like it because he’s muscular, but he’s a whopping 14 pounds! He’s built like a greyhound with a tiny head and lean body. His tail is crazy long and when he runs around the tip of it flops in the air in what I like to call “the flagella tail.” His nose freckle has grown with his nose over time, and my parents (especially my mom) actually didn’t want me to adopt him because of it!! I’m glad I didn’t listen. Wilbur is a momma’s boy, and the only one I will accept in this household. He loves to cuddle me (doesn’t cuddle anyone else), he loves kisses (will seek them out), and he nurses on me. He’s done this since he was a baby, partially because we got him too early (they thought he was 8 weeks, he was six) and it makes him happy and secure. He’s an absolute menace--if he can get into something, he will. We had to put child locks on our drawers in our dorm because Wilbur could open them and would get into everything. He likes paper a lot, so any paper lying around is forfeit to him. He rides on my walker, scooter, and stairlift, and he likes to be near me when I shower. I used to use a shower/bath combo, and he’d sit on the ledge of the tub between two curtains, but now he lays outside the shower. He runs around and chirps a lot, chasing bugs and other things. He also likes straws and will play fetch. He also likes squinkies--those old pencil toppers that came in cute shapes. Junie likes them too. Wilbur is also known to be a thief, he’s stolen my little baggies of gems for diamond paintings and run off with them, determination in his gaze. He’s quite clever and sly, which makes my life very difficult sometimes lol. He runs like a bulldog, with a barrel-like chest, and he has been my rock ever since I got him, as I was dealing with health issues and life issues. I wouldn’t trade him for the world (this extends to the babies as well, but I really feel like I’m Wilbur’s mom). I also call him little man, Wibble, Wilby, Wibby, Wibs, Wilbs, Snoot (there’s a story to this nickname), and one of my faves is Wibby P. Butts, Esquire (no clue where it came from honestly).

Sorry for rambling, but I love my babies! Obligatory pictures below, they’ll be in the same order as I wrote about them:)

[hadestownmodern]

Persephone is everyone’s mom thats it thats the fic

This fic may be my favorite one I’ve personally written for this au??? It means SO fucking much to me and I think we agree that this is one of our favorite relationships to play with!

“Hey mama, you ready to go home?” Persephone peaks into the room, smiling brightly at Eurydice. The young girl was sitting on the edge of the bed, in her boyfriends oversized sweatshirt and pajama pants. She was free now of the IV and various health tracking devices, and how seemed no different than before save for the most important part- being, of course, the baby she held so near and dear to her. 

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. I think so.” Eurydice looks up at her and smiles. She’s already clearly tired but glowing is an understatement on how she radiates joy in this moment. “Have you seen-”

“Orpheus? He’s been cleaning the house all morning. He called me at four am to ask how to wash baby sheets. I thought he’d be here though…” Persephone entered the room and nearly stuck her arms out in anticipation. She’d refrained in the past two days of visits from asking to hold her, not wanting to take Eurydice’s daughter from her. She recalled her own refusal to let anyone hold Junie for days, so she understood. Eurydice worked hard for her, she deserved to never let go of her. 

“Oh he’s been around, he just left. I said I wanted fries and he went running.” Eurydice giggled, leaning down to brush her nose with Melody’s. “He’s gonna do anything we need, isn’t he baby girl?”

“I could have told you that months ago. He’s whipped for you. Thinks you hung the stars in the sky.” Persephone teases as she comes closer and sits next to Eurydice, her head coming to run over the baby’s dark hair. Persephone remembers it vividly- she’ll never forget it actually- the way she was enamored with her tiny daughter. The weight of her in her arms, the way she spent hours intoxicated with the smell of her hair. Eurydice deserved that kind of irrevocable love, too.

 “Does she have a name yet? Or is she gonna be baby girl for a few more days?” Junie had been easy to name- her name was decided for her before Persephone even knew she existed. 

“Oh! We picked one the other night..do you want to hold her?” It was abrupt, but Eurydice needed Persephone to be holding her when she told her. So she could take a picture of her reaction and save it forever, at least in her heart. 

Euydice didn’t want for a response before shoving the baby, tiny as she was in all her six pound glory, into the arms of her pseduo-mother and real best friend. 

“I- of course.” Persephone grins, laughing as soon as the infant is in her arms. “She’s so small! I forgot how little they are. Then again I haven’t seen a baby since Junie, and I never put her down long enough to register that she was an extra weight. She really was just part of me…” She’s cooing at the baby when Eurydice stands and takes the time to get her things together. Save for Orpheus and a few brief nurses visits this is the first time the little girl is out of her arms. 

“So what’s her name? Curly fry? Waffle fry?” Persephone teases, recalling the endless stops they had made together so Eurydice could satisfy a craving one way or another. 

“Cajun fry, thank you.” Eurydice rolls her eyes, but reaches out to hold the baby’s hand. “no..Her name is Melody. ‘Cause she’s like Orpheus singing to her for months now. He’s the only thing that could calm her down...it seemed fitting, you know? To name her after music...after his music. My Melody. Melody Stephanie.” She raises an eyebrow at Persephone, to see if she caught on what she did yet, but the content smile gave nothing away. 

“Melody. It’s a beautiful name. Very Fitting. Melody Stephanie..it’s nice.” Melody, she understood. And looking at the little girl in her arms she could agree- yes, this baby was Melody. Stephanie didn’t flow- she expected maybe an homage to Eurydice’s mother but not Stephanie. “Nice name...I have to admit i’m surprised you didn’t pick something for your mother. I know you don’t talk about her much but you’ve told me before you wish she were here and-”

“It is a nice name.” Eurydice agrees, squinting her eyes at Persephone as she continues to talk about the content of her daughter’s name. She really didn’t get it. “But I did name her after my mother, Perstephanie.” It’s teasing and light, but she looks up just in time for her brown eyes to meet Persephone’s. “You are Orpheus’ mother… and you’re as close as i’ve ever had.”

It was true. She respected her mother and the few memories she had of Lydia were happy ones. But in the terms of parenthood and being a mother- Persephone filled that role for Orpheus his entire life. She went to parent teacher conferences, she went to recitals. She was his mother. And in the short eleven months since she met Persephone- even before she met Orpheus- the woman had filled that role for her too. Persephone was the first person who saw her- not the broken child shuffled home to home, not the girl with the hard shell to protect herself from the world- as herself. Just a girl putting herself through school to make a better life for herself. Just Eurydice. 

Persephone was the person who found out this brilliant girl- who never missed class, turned assignments in early, came to office hours, who offered commentary every discussion- had noone. That she was a force to be reckoned with but she was alone. Persephone was the one who insisted she not spend a holiday alone, not spend one more day in that shady part of town she lived in. Persephone was by and large the reason they were sitting in a hospital room today, a two day old baby being passed between them. 

“She wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. You’re the reason I formally met the boy who I watched sing across from me at the coffee shop for weeks. You’re the reason I had a place to go, and you’re the one who gave me the wine that said going home with him was a good idea-” Eurydice is laughing and smiling, a juxtaposition to the solid stream of tears falling down her cheeks. Persephone was the only other person besides her Orpheus that could see her like this. 

“You gave me my family.” Eurydice takes Persephone’s hand, and squeezes it, drawing them to look eye to eye. She’s crying and she realizes so is Persephone, though Persephone’s border sobs far more than her own. Eurydice, at least, is trying to stay composed through the rest of her dedication. 

“You gave me my family. Melody wouldn’t exist if you didn’t insist I come over that night. Orpheus is Orpheus because of you. Not because of Calliope. And in the times I needed someone most..when I needed a mom. You were the one who was there. When I was so sick I couldn’t make it to class and you let me eat crackers in your office. Or when I was so tired I couldn’t stand and you let me sleep in your office. You kept shoes for me knowing I was going to be so damn stubborn i’d be crying by noon if it weren’t for you saving my life with flip flops.” Eurydice laughs, wiping her tears away, before she runs that hand over her daughter’s cheek, eyes looking at only Melody now.

“I don’t want her to carry the ghosts and demons of a dead woman in her name. I loved my mother when I was little. But she isn’t my mom like you are, Seph. And if she ends up anything at all like you then she’ll be a damn good woman one day.”  

Persephone is speechless, tears falling over her face and landing on the baby she held. Her heart felt tight in her chest, as pieces from a conversation with her mother eight short months ago fell into place. 

“I’m just scared he’ll get his heart broken,” Persephone is sitting at the island in her kitchen, across from her mother, picking at broken bits of Christmas Cookies. “And if he does it’ll be my fault. I introduced them. And if he gets his heart broken-”

“I know you love the boy, Persephone. We all do. You raised him. Yet you also know they love each other. And that is deep and inseverable love. Do not worry. This is meant to happen in this way. They are two souls created for each other. The universe works the way it was supposed to. They were made to be together, this is just a fact of life. They are meant to have this baby just as I was meant to have you, Honey Bee.” Demeter is stitching something intently, across from Persephone, but watched her daughter intently. “The love they have for each other was put there by the universe..but so was the love you have for her.”

Persephone raises an eyebrow at her, reaching out to grab her wine glass, swirling the deep wine within it rather than bringing it to her lips. “She’s a great girl and I love her, yeah-”

“No. She was meant to be in our lives as much as she was his. She was born to another woman but her soul is tied to yours. You could not have been her mother by birth, no. That privilege was reserved for Juniper and the things she will bring you. But, Eurydice needs you in the same way you need her. Whatever that may be is up to you.” Demeter muses, glancing at her granddaughter who was sitting on the floor, playing with a baby doll. “Yes, Eurydice is part of your heart for a reason. Don’t underestimate the power of the love you will share.”

“Look, i’m “Rydice!” Junie interjects, waving the baby around enthusiastically, before holding her arms up to Demeter to be held. 

Persephone snorts before drinking the remnants of the wine, shaking her head at her toddler. “June Bug, you can’t say that yet.”

“Why not? She’s right. This one, she’s got the gift for sure.” Demeter kisses her angelic curls, wrapping both arms around her grand daughter. 

“Mmhmm. Gift.”

“Eurydice I-” She doesn’t know what to say, she doesn’t know how to elaborate on the deep feelings of love and protection she feels for the young girl infront of her. 

“Is that okay with you?” Eurydice asks, so soft Persephone isn’t sure she’s actually speaking or if she’s imagining it. “We can change it-”

“What? No, No. I’m honored, Eurydice. Truly- i’m so honored.” Persephone breaks their linked hands so that she can run her finger under her eyes to catch her tears. “I-thank you, Eurydice.”

“Thank you, for everything you’ve given us.” Eurydice wraps her arms around Persephone’s shoulders, careful not to crush her daughter between them. “Thank you for seeing more than the broken girl with the sad story.”

Persephone wraps her free arm around Eurydice’s back, hiding her crying face in the dark, cropped hair of the new mother in her arm. 

They stay like this for minutes, at least, until Orpheus returns to the room and finds them crying in each other’s arms. He wants to ask, but knows what has transpired is personal and intimate to the two of them and that if he’s meant to know he will. That’s just the way the universe would have it.

[azcleas]

hey, is that 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻 '𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓮' 𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓪 ? I heard she is working as a hostess. They are pretty ebullient and vehement, but i hear they can be finicky and boisterous . i also heard they’re hiding something, something big. ☆.｡.:* gi, eighteen, she and her, est. .｡.:*☆

hi hello im gi and this is my baby junie ! she is a super new muse and im still figuring her out ? so please bare with me !! either way im super excited to jump into this group and well if you want to know a little more about my love bug keep on reading!!! 

full name : juniper josephine azalea

nicknames : junie , june june 

age : twenty

birthday : february sixth, nineteen ninety nine thus making her an aquarius

gender ╱ pronouns : cisfemale and she and her

sexual orientation : heterosexual

romantic orientation : heteroromantic

spoken languages : english , spanish , and italian 

parents : ozzy and catalina azalea 

siblings : neela lidia azalea  , astara mariana azalea  , levi julio azalea , and tucker omar azalea

aesthetics : crazed oceans swimming under neath sun kissed skies , the soft smell of vanilla dancing across exposed skin , gentle nudes blending into hard oranges,  coconut vodka lingering on plump lips , warm hues drowning in dark features , acrylic nails tapping anxiously , gold jewelry sitting on long fingers ,  cursive tattoos carved into ribs , quiet cries drowning in a dark sky , thunder distracting worried minds , affectionate touches , losing yourself in others for the sensation of warmth , loud music drowning out sorrows , happiness banging on brick walls for freedom , light giggles in the dead of the night , smooth lips pressed to bare skin , fingers interlocked with another , a constant craving to be loved dipping into skin. 

somewhat summary : catalina was sensitive to concepts that close minded people could not wrap their heads around . could feel and see people beyond the living. it was who she was, and what she built her life around. an author, someone that granted others closure. her biggest lessons to her five children being ; “ accept the things you cannot understand, but most importantly do not be afraid of them. “ . being her child, was almost as if you stepped into an story filled with wholesome endings and a little bit of fear here and there. juniper, she remembers it all .. from watching strangers with tears in their eyes thank her mother for giving them a piece to fill the hole in their hearts to head banging headaches and pale skin . she remembers the light in her moms ears, and sometimes the sadness . she was secure , that was how juniper use to describe her . content. all she needed was her family and her gift and she felt on top of the world . and then one day , junie came home to find her swinging from their steps. after that , everything changed. her father refused to accept any nonsense of the things that could not be explained, her oldest brother sought out his dreams of being an author but filled his pages with words to label his mother as crazy. a close knit family turned into family arguments over lies and money and the unknown. for juniper, everything seemed darker? her world did not make sense. she missed not only her mother, but how she was the glue that kept everyone together. missed hearing her fathers laugh, and missed dragging her older brother out of bed to help with some crazy scheme. missed the relationship she shared with her youngest sister, and missed the light in her older sisters eyes .. and she missed when her brother didnt resort to drugs to ease his pain. for a while she let sadness eat at her , and then one night she woke up in a panic . her mothers words screaming at her . and from there on, she decided she was going to live .. even in the moments it was hard to. 

personality :

she pulls you in with this energy and then once your drowning in her she freaks out and pushes you away.

but she is someone you want to get to know?? you see her in the sea of her friends chattering, you can hear her giggles lingering in the air when the sun falls and you just want to get to know her.

shes a mess?? scattered brained, and it comes out in her words. she was always labeled as talkative as a child .. would have  to be moved from other classmates to stop the chattering all through her school days.

she is one of those people who have a lot of layers ? she comes off as someone who keeps to herself?who pulls away whenever someone tries to reach other . and while that is true to an extent, the more you get to know her the more you will realize how sensitive and kind she is ? and the walls she has is just to protect herself.

she can be hard to understand and even harder to read ? would rather keep her emotions bottled up then face her feelings and cause a rift.

she is either on top of the world or stuck in the pits of hell ?

she has a super goofy personality and does enjoy enjoying life ?? so bubbly sometimes her darkness just does not make sense.

she is super impulsive ! nine out of ten times she acts before thinking.

she feels things super deeply which is why she tries to detach herself from people.

she is a softy though ? loves love? clings on to the beauty in life such as sunsets and animals and acts of affection ?? will put you first regardless . fiercely loyal , loves hard and with that she is super affectionate ! is always itching to reach out to hold a hand or simply rest her head against someone

she is just not good with her feelings ..

you just have to be patient with her.

wanted connections : best friend(s), friend group, first love, toxic relationship, friends with benefits, ex friends with benefits, hate ship, one night stand(s), failed relationship, on and off relationship, almost relationship, good influence, bad influence, flirtationship, unlikely friends, family friends, frenemies, childhood friends, slow burn, confidant(s), ex fling, hardly related cousin, cousins, toxic friendship, forbidden romance, love/hate relationship, high school friends, college friends, college roommates. 

[beachcityfamily]

About the Muses

The Koizumi family is just a regular human family living in the small town of Beach City, Delmarva, and being in Beach City means that they have daily dealings of some sort with Gems. NOTE: this blog is up to date with SU episodes. ((More under the cut, because it’s loooong))

Rokuro

Gender: Male Age: 47 Occupation: Businessman, specifically the owner and manager of a little Asian grocery store in Beach City Voice claim: James Earl Jones

Appearance: Short and muscular, standing in at 5'2", with a real bushy beard on his face, and stone grey eyes that are soft and caring. His black hair is starting to grey a little here and there. Often sports a suit when on the job, but he has been seen a few times in cargo shorts, flip-flops, and a flower shirt during the summer

The head of the family, he is levelheaded and patient, a good father to his three kids. He hails from Sapporo, Japan, and happily moved in to Beach City shortly after he got married. He’s the middle child of 10 siblings, and admittedly his mother’s favorite child. Like most in the family, he isn’t fond of a certain Fryman trying to ask them how they feel about the Crystal Gems, and would easily call on his son Tarou to chuck Ronaldo out of the house. “Sure, you can eat their food, I’d love to support the business, but the second that Fryman boy comes around, RUN,” is something he often says. He proudly dons the nickname of Rocky, a rather affectionate nickname given by his wife. As for the Crystal Gems? “Well… hmm… they do keep us safe, that much is known, but it can be rather dangerous sometimes. Last time something major happened, half the town was destroyed…”

Ayame

Gender: Female Age: 43 Birthday: May 24 Occupation: Accountant Voice claim: Kate Higgins (Pauline from Super Mario Odyssey)

Appearance: Tall and slim, a statuesque 6'0", she is said to be fox-faced, having a narrow face with high cheekbones and eyes close together, making her rather pretty when taking traditional Japanese beauty standards into account. Her eyes are bright and blue and she has long black hair that goes halfway down her back, and she’s usually decked out in formal wear when she’s conducting business.

Rokuro’s wife, a big city woman from Tokyo. She’s got a pretty face, but she’s also got smarts when it comes to finances. She’s more than happy being Rokuro’s business partner, sorting out the finances and giving him advice. She's extremely motherly and doting, babying her three kids despite their pleas that they’re grown up now. “Grown up? Hah! You’ll always be my babies, even when you get married and have your own kids.” She’s a cat person and very much loves to show off her family of Oriental Longhairs, her… lanky… long… alien goblins that once ate the salmon that was to be dinner for the family. How she feels about the CGs? “It can be scary when others like them arrive, but I know they’ll protect us as best they can. It can be difficult for them, there’s only 8 of them, after all.”

NOTE: As of July 6, 2019, her twins popped! A boy named Tadashi, and a girl named Sakura. OwO Sakura’s the older of the two, and she’s bigger than little bro Tadashi, and they’re both happy and healthy and enjoying being surrounded by kitties. UwU

Tarou

Gender: Male Age: 23 Birthday: November 12 Occupation: Uhh… student, I guess? Just gonna assume there’s a little college half an hour away or so. He also does odd jobs here to help out the townspeople, too. Voice claim: Travis Willingham (Knuckles from Sonic Boom)

Appearance: BOY, this big boy is ripped and beefy as all hell, but he’s still short at 5'2", and he has black hair and black eyes. Normally, Tarou is decked out in black cargo shorts, brown working boots, and a blue polo shirt in the summer and swaps out the cargo shorts for jeans in the winter… I actually do have sort of a face claim for him. For consistency, I won’t post his FC here, but I can provide if you ask~ :^)

He’s a big flirt, and he often pays for that as a result. Single and ready to mingle for a coffee date, but honestly, he prefers to settle down someday with a woman he cares about. He’s very protective of his two younger sisters, and he’s more than happy to toss out Ronaldo like a sack of potatoes, he tends to find the Fryman boy super annoying. His thoughts on the CGs? “They’ll kick your ass if you mess with them the wrong way… but that doesn’t happen too often, so I think you’ll be okay. Trust me, I tried wooing one of them, she just stared me down and closed the door. Still, they look pretty chill, I’d like to hang out with one of them someday, maybe with the purple one.”

Chihiro

Gender: Female Age: 16 Birthday: April 14 Occupation: High school student Voice claim: Tara Strong (Twilight Sparkle)

Appearance: Long, black hair that goes down to her hips, with an emo fringe covering the right half of her face, with dark blue eyes. She’s usually in a school uniform during the school year, because she’s a privileged rich girl who goes to a private school not far from Beach City. :p Anyways, she rocks denim shorts and a tank top during the summer months. She’s 5'1" and pretty petite all around.

With her little sister, Chihiro is rather outgoing and always doing something in Beach City when the weather’s good. She’s good friends with the Cool Kids and wishes she could be cool like them someday. She’s usually covered in cat hairs, and she’s pretty athletic, being the star player on the basketball and tennis teams at her school. She admires the Crystal Gems, not like the slight apprehension her parents feel. “I wanna be like Garnet someday! Or maybe Pearl! Is there a military school around? Because I’d like to join someday so I can keep other people safe when I’m older.” Little does she know is that she’ll be a big ol’ lesbian in a few years.

Jun

Gender: Female Age: 11 Birthday: June 28 Occupation: Grade school student (maybe she knows Onion, hehe~) Voice claim: Claire Corlett (Sweetie Belle)

Appearance: Already as tall as Chihiro, with plenty of years left to grow. She’s lanky and sports a school uniform in the fall and a summery pale yellow dress and flip-flops in warmer weather. She’s got bangs and her black hair goes down to her shoulders.

No longer the baby of the family, Jun’s sometimes Jun-bug by her parents due to her birth month, and her older siblings call her Juni. as a nickname She’s a hypertastic youngin, always curious and checking things out with Chihiro. She’s a real math whiz, but she prefers to be playing with the cats at home. She can usually be seen trying to give Sour Cream a high five, but not quite at that height yet, and she’s admittedly a bit wary of the Crystal Gems. “They’ve been here longer than we’ve been alive… It’s kinda scary, isn’t it? They’ve seen things we haven’t seen, they know things we don’t know… I dunno, it’s all a bit freaky to me...”

[starlingsrps]

june fowler dev.

BASIC INFORMATION

full name: june theresa fowler

reasoning: not really

nickname(s): junie, june bug but please keep the latter to family only.

preferred name(s): june

birth date: december 9

age: thirty one

zodiac: sagittarius

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/hers

romantic orientation: heterosexual

sexual orientation: heterosexual

nationality: american

current location: brooklyn. she's on broadway but she's not making work on broadway, live in manhattan money can you IMAGINE.

living conditions: she does, however, insist upon living on her own at this point in her life. she has had too many goddamn roommates.

BACKGROUND

birth place: cincinnati, oh

hometown: see above

social class: who the fuck even knows?

education level: bfa in musical theatre

father: jim fowler, 65

mother: tiffany fowler, 60

sibling(s): nina miller, 35; caroline, 33; jacob, 25

birth order: middle. was the baby - thanks a lot jake!

children: nah

pet(s): nah but she likes animals a lot.

other important relatives: the usual course of aunts/uncles/cousins. nina is married but no kids.

previous relationships: several but nothing life altering.

current relationship: she guesses she's dating connor sheridan which is nuts but cool cool cool.

arrests?: nah

OCCUPATION & INCOME

primary source of income: performer (she's currently mae/understudying babe in the pajama game and also serves as dance captain)

secondary source of income: none currently but here to express that it's really weird for her to not have a second job right now!!!

content with their job (or lack there of)?: bitch this is the dream.

past job(s): june has been performing professionally for the past eight years - she's done a few national tours, even more regional productions and is the queen of summer stock. she's taught dance, she's waited tables, she's worked as an office temp but this was always the end goal.

most valuable possession: she's thirty and just bought a brand new couch for the first time. it is absolutely worth it to sit on something that she knows no one has had sex on except her.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

physical strength: upper is like, a b-. have you seen her legs though? she'll kick you into the next dimension.

speed: b

intelligence: b-. she can be a little bit ~blonde sometimes but she know where her strengths are.

accuracy: b

agility: a

stamina: a

teamwork: good, if a little bossy when in charge. she's dance captain and she will not hesitate to correct.

talents: dancing, plans, and loyalty.

shortcomings: proud, vengeful, brutally honest

language(s) spoken: english

drive?: yep

jump-star a car?: like in theory, yeah but she's going to need instructions and someone hyping her up that she's not going to blow up the car.

change a flat tire?: see above. honestly, would probably be better to just call AAA.

ride a bicycle?: yep

swim?: yep

play an instrument?: not really.

play chess?: nope

braid hair?: yep

tie a tie?: yep

pick a lock?: nope

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

face claim: eloise mumford

eye color: green

hair color: blonde

hair type/style: long and straight naturally, usually a little wavy from being in The Bun.

glasses/contacts?: nah

dominant hand: right

height: 5'7

build: tallish, athletic. legs for days.

exercise habits: she dances every single day and does pilates and yoga and such to stay movable. she likes seeing what her body can do.

skin tone: fair

tattoos: nah

piercings: ears

marks/scars: freckles

notable features: high cheekbones, wide mouth. she's pretty as hell but she will tell you she's a cincinnati 10 and a new york 7. it was her tinder bio.

usual expression: listening; she smiles easily and is pretty expressive.

clothing style: athleisure is a way of life and june has extremely complex feelings on leggings. when out of the theatre, she really prefers skirts or dresses because one does not bust one's ass for twenty seven years in dance to not show the gams off.

jewelry: whatever suits the outfit

allergies: dust and pollen

diet: p reasonable

physical ailments: nah

PSYCHOLOGY

enneagram type: 9 - the peacemaker

moral alignment: chaotic good

temperament: phlegmatic

element: fire

mbti type: esfp

mental conditions/disorders: nah not really

sociability: excellent

emotional stability: p good

obsession(s): not so much but she is precise about how she stretches and warms up. her body is her work and she takes care of it.

compulsion(s): little superstitious but nothing super unusual.

phobia(s): she really cannot stand the sound of people chewing at all ever.

addiction(s): nah

drug use: nah

alcohol use: she will not say no to a nice glass of wine.

prone to violence?: nah. like she'll joke about it now and then but it's just that.

MANNERISMS

speech style: clear, a little high. she talks fast but she's not super difficult to follow.

accent: nah

quirks: ehhhhhhh

hobbies: dance class, tiktok.

habits: general organization and a routine. the routine and organization are easily set aside but she likes to be on task.

nervous ticks: drumming her fingertips, rising up and down on her toes.

drives/motivations: success, independence

positive traits: curious, daring, friendly, loyal, charming

negative traits: calculating, restless, proud, prone to doing it for the aesthetic.

sense of humor: nothing too notable but like: she laughs. she's human.

do they curse often?: yep.

FAVORITES

activity: dancing. she's been in dance since she was three and it's her favorite thing to do every single day.

animal: foxes

beverage: water or pinot noir.

book: lotta romcoms going on over here - she likes to listen to audio books on the train.

color: blue

designer: look: if lululemon made formal wear, she'd never need to shop anywhere else.

food: sushi

flower: magnolias

holiday: christmas

mode of transportation: walk or train.

movie: moulin rouge

song: "the archer" for when she's in her feelings, completely unironically loves "shut up and dance"

scenery: honestly, pretty much anywhere. it's all good.

scent:

sport: no.

television show: eight hours of barefoot contessa, without question. she will watch people make weird shit out of cakes for days as well.

weather: sunny and summer.

vacation destination: cities or waterside. she's pretty happy to go just about anywhere.

ATTITUDES

greatest dream: this is pretty much it. she doesn't need to be a leading lady, she just always wanted to make a living doing what she loves most and AT LAST.

greatest fear: settling.

most at ease when: performing or with people she loves. head resting on the lap of a loved one while dragging them into eight hours of cake wars? perfection.

least at ease when: being put on the spot.

worst possible thing that could happen: breaking a leg.

biggest achievement: this. and buying the couch.

biggest regret: nope. she tries not to.

biggest secret: connor to some extent but that's less secret and more super private but?

top priorities: keep moving forward.

[hadestownmodern]

Why do they call junie “bug”

That just....kind of happened!

I think it has something to do with the fact that her name is Junie, and June-bug just a really sweet term of endearment.

Coupled with the fact that Demeter called Persephone honeybee growing up (fic about that one will come) and. There seems to be a theme.

But I just honestly thing that Bug is a cute lil nickname, and Junie fits it. Our lil peanut, teeny tiny lil girl,  with her big poofy designer dresses. I also just love it as a term of endearment (see: I am a preschool teacher who calls my students basically anything but their actual full names, so this is right where I belong) 

Also, I firmly believe that the nickname Bug is used most often by Orpheus (who Junie calls Ophie) who loves her more than most things on this earth, and then once she’s in the picture Eurydice picks up on it too.