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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 3 months ago

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Civilian AU - Is this a date?

I wrote this back in May for @glitterypirateduck 's #GhostChallenge, so I recommend you to read it first.

And since then I've been heckled and harassed to keep writing about this stupid small little AU

So blame this foolishness on @sofasoap @eenochian and @nrdmssgs thank you very much

Small explanation: All of the characters are civilians at the moment this is happening, but the boys had a military past. They just retired already and are inserted into civilian life.

Edit: Fuck I forgot. The fake texts were made by @eenochian ❤️ thank you so much

The house was fancier than he had expected. A quaint little townhouse, in a quiet street. Fancy.

So quiet that he could even park right by the small stairs leading to the quaint patio.

Simon sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, thinking what the fuck was he doing there in that neighbourhood. Why that pretty little thing went out of her way to keep going to his shop was beyond him. Sure there were other butcher’s around.

But his mum’s nagging voice was still ringing in his ears, as it had been since the day she last came into the shop and he offered the bones for the dogs at the shelter.

I didn’t raise you to be this daft!

Well. Surely she didn’t raise him to be a coward either.

Simon grabbed the bag of bones from the boot of his car and locked it, before heading towards the door. He’d knock, enjoy her pretty face and beautiful eyes, maybe he’d even get one of those shy smiles that made his knees weak and his jeans tight, and then he’d be on his merry way.

Faint TV sounds from behind the door. He looked around the small patio, with three identical doors, and then knocked on hers.

Christine tossed her phone on the desk and sighed deeply while rushing to the door. She had been working on some papers for the museum that she was behind schedule on, in the small room by the front door that she had furnished as her office.

And her cats’ dwelling.

She looked briefly at herself on the entry hall’s mirror and almost scoffed. She looked like a mess. Messy hair in a low bun, kept in place with a pencil, dark leggings and a simple oversized sweater. The idea was at least to look presentable when he called beforehand to set a time, but she got too caught up with the paperwork.

Fucking sexy, Vega, you idiot.

Unable to come up with an excuse to disappear and not face him, Christine opened the door before he had the opportunity to knock again and smiled.

Fuck, she could feel her ears and cheeks burning.

‘‘Hi, beautiful’’ Simon offered her one of his usual lopsided smiles, and her heart started beating faster.

If anyone asked (and her friends definitely had asked) why she had such a huge crush on the butcher, not even her could explain it. He wasn’t definitely magazine cover worthy (but he was good-looking. At least to her). He had some facial scars that some people might have found unsettling. He was tall and looked strong, with broad shoulders and a broad back, and…

Focus.

‘‘Hi, handsome’’ What the fuck. Why did she say that??

To her surprise, he blushed. His ears turned as red as hers surely were, and there was a bit of blush on his cheeks and nose that for some reason made her heartbeat quieten.

If he was as nervous as her, that surely meant something, right?

‘‘Brought you the bones’’ Simon lifted the bag with one hand, effortlessly, although it seemed bigger than she had expected. ‘‘Bag’s heavy. You might want help to bring it to the… Oi, boy, where are you going?’’

He laughed, looking down, and Christine followed his gaze just in time to see, and feel, an orange furry form trying to scurry out of the door, only to be stopped by a big black boot.

‘‘Orion!’’ She gasped, and bent down to pick the cat up, feeling the cuddly creature start purring right away and nuzzle his head into her neck. ‘‘I’m so sorry, he has no sense of danger, and loves exploring’’

‘‘It’s ok, luv’’ Now it was his turn to feel smug with the way she blushed, trying to hide it while dealing with the furry feline, who was twisting like a noodle in her arms, purring like an engine. ‘‘Looks young’’

‘‘Around nine months, or so the shelter said’’ Christine huffed when Orion licked her nose, and tried to hold a sneeze in. It’d be absolutely great if she up and sneezed all over Simon’s black button down shirt. ‘‘Nobody wanted him because he’s a handful and a rascal’’

‘‘Bullshit’’ Simon shook his head, and reached out to gently scratch Orion’s ears, and the cat immediately bumped its head into the palm of his hand, nuzzling. ‘‘He’s a good boy’’

‘‘Do you like cats?’’ Christine smiled, seeing how her kitty seemed to not be scared in the slightest of Simon’s big hand almost engulfing his head.

‘‘Yeah. Dogs too’’ He shrugged, wondering to himself if he had scored some points, given the way her eyes lit up. Those beautiful blue eyes would be the death of him. He already saw them in his sleep, as an anchor among the nightmares. ‘‘I like animals better than people’’

‘‘So do I’’

They stood there, like two idiots while the cat purred into Simon’s palm. A not so distant horn honked in one of the neighbouring streets and startled them.

‘‘Well’’ Come on, Riley, out with it, you idiot.

‘‘Well’’ Oh, God, I’m such an idiot. He’s dressed nicely, surely he has a date lined up already. ‘‘I… I guess you have to go…’’

Simon swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down and for some reason it hurt. Why was he so nervous? He used to be able to chat girls up, long ago. It had been a long time, and a long time since he had felt something that gnawed at him like… longing. Need. Something raw and desperate and that was clawing at his insides.

‘‘I… saw a nice pub down the street. Within walking distance’’ Shit shit shit.

Christine blinked, looking up at him while holding the cat, trying to avoid a paw in her mouth.

‘‘Uh… I think it’s called The Plump Cod? I pass by it almost every day. Nice food’’

‘‘I was thinking… maybe you’d… fancy a drink?’’ Simon rubbed the back of his head, praying to God he just felt like he was sweating and not actually sweating the nice shirt that Tommy had lent him with the promise of telling him absolutely everything.

‘‘With you…?’’ God, the way she looked at him. He wanted to believe that she looked hopeful, with her beautiful blue eyes open wide, and that shy, sweet smile that had ruined him the first day she stepped into the shop with Freya.

He found himself nodding like a fool. Johnny and Kyle would have a field day if they saw him. He’d never live it down.

‘‘With me. If you’re not busy or… or you have plans’’

‘‘I only need fifteen or twenty minutes to change’’ Christine smiled, feeling like she was floating. No way. No way he had just asked out. God, the girls wouldn’t believe it. Oh God, they’d be insufferable.

‘‘Change?’’ Simon looked puzzled, and for the first time he seemed to take in what she was wearing. Dark leggings and an oversized jumper that obviously had seen better days, clawed and covered in cat hair. ‘‘Well, I don’t think they’d be happy at the pub, but you look good’’

‘‘Don’t be stupid’’ She stepped inside and held the door open, keeping Orion in her arms, and giggled. With one of those shy giggles that he had learned to cherish, each time he could drag one out of her. So different from the way he had seen her laugh with Freya or Johnny. ‘‘Wait inside, and while you’re at it, could you put those bones in the fridge? Kitchen is on the right, living room and office on the left’’

Simon stepped inside her home, ducking by instinct just in case. It wouldn’t be the first time he hit his forehead against the lintel. He looked around briefly to get his bearings, closing the door, while Christine left the orange cat on the floor and headed to the stairs.

‘‘Oh, by the way’’ She turned at the foot of the staircase, excited and nervous. ‘‘I have another cat, Polgara… Miss Pol. She’s most likely napping on one of the armchairs. I’ll be right back’’

‘‘Promise?’’ He teased with a chuckle, and his smile widened when he saw her blush again and nod, scurrying upstairs like a excited squirrell.

Sighing deeply and trying to calm his own nerves, Simon peeked inside the kitchen. Functional, small but cozy. Apparently recently renovated with modern appliances. It even smelled like painted recently.

After leaving the bag of bones in the freezer he couldn’t resist taking a look inside the fridge too, only to find it well stocked with fresh vegetables, eggs, dairy products, and fish. The only meat packages were from his shop, and he felt a strange feeling of pride inside, and right after that, he felt stupid.

Simon headed to the living room, followed closely by a purring Orion, listening to the faint sounds coming from upstairs. Drawers opening and closing. He only stopped to look inside a tiny room that looked like an office, and then stepped inside the living room.

Just as cozy as the kitchen, and looking just as recently renovated. With a small fireplace that seemed not used recently, comfortable sofa, two armchairs, one of which had a big cushion on it, and on top of it, a grey cat that seemed deeply asleep.

He considered sitting down, but he didn’t want her to think he was making himself at home too soon. Also, cat hair. Just the thought that she was upstairs, getting changed, was enough to make his blood rush south and leave his brain, and suddenly, he felt a cold sweat running down his back.

What was he doing there?

She was beautiful, and educated, and smart and so goddamn sexy, and why, why did he even think that she’d be interested in him. Maybe she was just being polite.

Christ, maybe she felt threatened by the towering git at her door and was just going along.

His heart was beating so hard that he was sure she’d be able to hear it from upstairs. Hell, he wasn’t sure how the grey cat was still sleeping, while Orion was happily rolling on the rug, playing with a squeaky toy.

Before he could stop to think, his phone was in his hand and he dialed a number, keeping his eyes on the living room’s door.

As always, Price answered right away.

‘‘Simon, are you trying to park? The match is about to start, Johnny, Gary and Kyle are here already’’

‘‘The match… Ah, fuck’’ Simon muttered, almost startled when Orion jumped onto a shelf and purred while rubbing his head against him. ‘‘I forgot, I… Price, I did it’’

‘‘You did what? … You need bail?’’

‘‘No!’’ He kept his voice low, scratching the insistent kitty behind the ears, and somehow, the purring soothed him enough so he could explain. ‘‘I asked her out. The girl from the museum’’

‘‘Oh! Good man’’ Price sounded genuinely glad, and that made Simon’s heart both swell and ache. ‘‘What did she say?’’

‘‘She said yes! What do I do??’’ Christ, he sounded hopeless. When he was in his early twenties, chatting with a girl seemed way easier.

‘‘Do ye need instructions about what to do with a bonnie?’’ Johnny’s voice drowned Price’s, as if he was yelling right by the speaker. ‘‘Can tell ye a thing or two!’’

‘‘Price, for fuck’s sake, you put me on speaker!?’’

‘‘Our fault, mate’’ Kyle’s voice sounded as giddy as Johnny’s for some reason, and Simon promised himself that he would throttle them both at the first opportunity. ‘‘Why are we whispering?’’

‘‘She’s upstairs! I don’t want her to hear me yelling on the phone like a stupid twat!’’ Simon covered part of the phone with his hand, and shushed softly Orion when the cat meowed at him.

‘‘Upstairs… where are you?’’ Price sounded confused, and Simon wanted the ground to open and swallow him. He could still hear her faint steps on the other floor.

‘‘In… her living room. She’s getting dressed’’

‘‘Already?? Man, ye work faster than I thought’’ Johnny’s giddy voice made him grit his teeth. He could almost imagine his shit-eating grin, along with Kyle and Gary. He’d kill them.

‘‘To go out, you unfunny, miserable wanker’’ Simon growled into the phone, gripping it so hard he could swear he heard the case crack. ‘‘I brought her the bones for the shelter, she was wearing… clothes to be at home, comfortable! I asked her to the pub down the street, she said yes, and she’s getting changed!’’

‘‘Ok, son, give me the phone’’ Price seemed to wrestle the device from one of the boys, and then he could hear his heavy steps, the voices of the others dying down in the background. ‘‘I’m alone now’’

‘‘John, I don’t know what I’m doing’’

‘‘Yes, you do. As we rehearsed. Breathe. Go over the plan, son’’

The voice of his Captain always managed to bring him down from the edge. To soothe and calm the beasts of his mind, the beasts all of them had experienced during their time of service, before retiring all at the same time to try and live a bit before it was too late.

Simon breathed deeply, scratching again the orange cat’s ears, focusing on the soothing purr that came from the small feline.

‘‘Scout the neighbourhood, choose a place, close to her home so we don’t have to use a vehicle. So she doesn’t feel threatened being in a small space with me, in my car. A public place, so she is comfortable. No alcohol, I have to drive home. Walk her back to her door’’

‘‘Exactly’’ Price approved, chuckling lowly. ‘‘You have this, Lieutenant’’

‘‘You think?’’ Simon scoffed, looking around the room. Bookcases, souvenirs, a couple of paintings, but barely any photos. Nothing that could tell him anything personal about her beyond what he already knew by their short talks at the shop. ‘‘What if I fuck it up? I’m not exactly a charmer’’

‘‘You are a damn fine lad, and I’m sure she thinks so’’ His friend chuckled again. ‘‘Now stop wasting time on the phone with me. Let me know how it goes by the end of the night’’

‘‘I will’’ Simon sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, but had to resume scratching Orion’s ears because it started yowling. ‘‘Sorry for the sound, she has cats. I… Thank you, John. I’ll text you later’’

He hung up before the conversationn turned mushier than it already was, and sighed. He could do it. Enjoy her company for a couple of hours at most, allow her to discover how different they were. That it wouldn’t work.

Steps down the stairs. Oh, fuck.

Orion ran towards the main hall, meowing, and Simon felt stupid but followed the small creature, as if lured by some silent music.

Christine was going down the stairs, with her shoes in her hand. Heels, high but not too much. She was wearing an off the shoulder, knee length dress, in a dark red tone that made her pale skin glow with the light. Her hair was still down, but now it seemed brushed and hairstyled a bit, wavier than before.

He forgot how to breathe for a second. Until then, he had only seen her wearing smart but comfortable clothes, surely what was expected from her at the museum, and her hair up. When she got to him, he noticed her makeup was barely noticeable, like her usual. He was used to see her wearing just mascara and a bit of eyeliner and lipstick, and he was glad she hadn’t caked up in it.

‘‘Did I take too long?’’ Christine smiled, a bit nervous yet. It had taken a lot of thought and doubts and checking with the girls to decide on what to wear. Nothing too fancy, they were just going to a pub down the street. Nothing too shabby, she didn’t want him to believe she made no effort to look good.

But she didn’t have too many clothes to choose from to start with, and she had settled on the dark red dress that Leni and Freya forced her to get a couple of weeks before during their last shopping spree. And Olya had approved of it eagerly, so she had had to get it.

‘‘Not at all’’ Simon swallowed, feeling the knot in his throat go down inside his chest and all the way down his gut. And lower. Shit. ‘‘You look bloody beautiful’’

She blushed, delighted, and leaned against the banister to put her shoes on, one by one. Orion was meowing and rubbing against her legs. Simon bent down and grabbed the furry creature, chuckling when it immediately started to purr, and stepped into the living room momentarily to leave the cat on a cushion while she grabbed a blazer and her purse.

They said nothing as they stepped outside, and Simon waited patiently while she locked the door. Then, when she turned around to face him, he offered her his arm.

Feeling like a fucking idiot, but Heather had insisted the night before when he had been at Price’s.

Offer her your arm if she’s wearing heels, Simon. Not your hand, she might find it too forward. But your arm is the perfect middle.

Maybe Price’s wife was onto something, because Christine held it right away, accepting his help down the small steps in front of her house.

‘‘Is that your car?’’ As if she hadn’t been spying on him while he parked.

Simon looked at his slightly banged Jeep Wrangler. And dirty. Fucking shite.

‘‘Yeah. Big and reliable’’

‘‘Like you?’’ Christine smiled, blushing again, and he felt his heart doing sommersaults inside his chest.

‘‘Well, I sure hope so’’ God, why was he grinning like a sodding twat. If Johnny, Kyle and Gary saw him, he’d never live it down.

‘‘Well, Johnny says you are’’ She shrugged lightly, and he grimaced, trying to imagine what kind of things the bloody arsehole could have told her. He knew they had been friends since they were teens, when she spent her summers in Scotland.

‘‘Johnny says a lot of things’’ Simon grunted, and that made Christine giggle. And in turn, the sound had him grinning like a fool again, as they walked down the street towards the pub.

Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea after all.

#civilian au #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #cod oc #cod original character #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty original character #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #cod fanfiction

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auspicioustidings · 3 months ago

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"You are being detained under Section 2 of the Mental Health Act 1983."

"You're fucking sectioning me?"

It took 14 days to get cleared. The police continued to treat you like a head case even if the doctors fully believed your story and insisted further investigations were done. Your family and friends walked on eggshells, they thought you were mental.

Something was off going into your flat. Your cat rubbed against your legs. Who the fuck had been feeding her? Her wet food dish was freshly changed, the auto-feeder and water fountain topped up.

You took a knife with you when you went to check the rest of the flat. Your toothbrush was damp. The shampoo was nearly finished when you were sure it had been half full. Your bed was rumpled and the whole room smelled of sex and sweat. The pillows were arranged into a vaguely person like shape, the place where hips might be dented down and stained.

The cat went in the carrier. You would have packed clothes, but all of them were covered in streaks of crusting white that you did not investigate further. You took photos though. You couldn't take the risk that you showed up, told the police and they found nothing that you claimed would be there. Not again.

Didn't stay long, just made the report, gave your phone number and got yourself on the next train across the country to your mothers house.

She has a new boyfriend, John. He is tall and handsome and when he speaks you sidestep to the utensils drawer without taking your eyes off of him. Your grip on the cleaver is painful as your mother continues chatting away unaware that the man behind her is raising an eyebrow at you and moving his shirt to the side to make you more than aware of the gun he has.

"Since your daughter is here, wouldn't it be nice to have a family dinner? My sons will just love their new baby sister. My youngest can be a bit rambunctious, but you'll need to take good care of him. Blew his knee out in a car accident."

Your mother blushes and laughs, turning to smack his shoulder as he smiles indulgently at her and puts a hand on her hip. A light squeeze. A warning.

"Let's maybe give it another year before talking about making our kids siblings John! I've not even met your boys yet" she scolds, laughing happily while you consider if it would be kinder to attack knowing it will end with a bullet in her skull.

"No time like the present then luv. Why don't you go get yourself pretty and we'll make a start on dinner hm?"

Fine. It's better anyway that she is out of the room. You're going to kill him. You are going to kill this man. You smile pleasantly at your mother as she leaves to go upstairs as does he. You wait for the sound of the shower kicking in before you launch at him with the cleaver.

He is not like Soap. He doesn't grin wildly at how much you want to tear him apart. Instead he growls low and dangerous when he manoeuvres to get your back pinned to to his front, the cleaver dripping with the blood he sacrificed to do it. You're still gripping it tight, but he just moves your own hand to hold it at your throat.

"Settle down. Would hate to bring your lovely mother down here and see exactly what I could do to her to motivate you to behave. You're Soap's to ruin, but she's free game."

You grit your teeth, press yourself forward into the blade to break skin. If he doesn't want to kill you because that's Soap's job, maybe this will force him to change tact. If you could just get an opening, just get free enough of his hold to grab that gun and blow his pretty brains right out of his skull.

"So pretty. Ye cut him didn't ye?"

You fight the urge to scream and cry. Soap is here. He is here and he is walking towards you with his cock straining against his jeans, his tongue immediately bullying it's way into your mouth when he gets close. The cleaver is taken from you, Price you think. Soap moves down to your throat, his maw covered in your blood as his teeth glint in the red like a wolf feasting on a rabbit.

You hit him as hard as you can, try to bite and scratch and gouge. He loves it. With every blow he groans, becoming more and more desperate to get his mouth on you, to sink his hands into your flesh.

"C'mon baby, ken how mad ye are. How much ye want tae hurt me. Dae it. Fucking hurt me."

He pins you to the counter and your hand manages to hit metal as it searches for anything to help. The fork buries itself into his side and he backs off ever so slightly to look at the handle sticking out of him in delight. You try to scramble away while he is distracted but turn to find the muzzle of a gun.

"Now now. We're going to have a nice, family dinner. Go get her ready would you Ghost? Can't have these blood stains."

Ghost is huge and scary and he drags you like you are a ragdoll. Soap is whining, a desperate noise as you are taken away from him. Your cat is rubbing against his legs, trying to comfort him. You want to tear him apart.

"Let's go for steak shall we?" Price says to the 4th man. "I'll go check how your mother is doing."

The threat is implicit.

Ghost roughly cleans you up. You feel like a corpse being embalmed as he rubs lotion hard into your skin and puts you in a pretty white summer dress. His big hand wraps around your throat like a promise.

"Not until the second date" he says before wrapping a bandage around your neck.

At some point during the dinner as you are considering how far you can get with one steak knife your poor mother has realised something is wrong, but there is nothing either of you can do now but play along. She tries to excuse herself, no doubt to phone the police, and Price firmly tells her to sit back down. Soap eye's are glued to your hand around the steak knife.

Yours are glued to the glass of whiskey in Price's hand. The bottle sits next to him. Cask strength, more alcohol than water. You almost wished you could blast some show tunes as you use the knife to lunge at the bottle and smash it. Soap laughs, a hand caressing your hair as he knocks over the candelabra right into the puddle.

He tries to drag you out of there by the hair. Somewhere in the chaos you manage to sink your teeth into his hand deep enough to taste blood and his grip loosens enough for you to escape into the smoke. You pray he burns. You pray they all do.

You are back in a hospital being questioned by the police after. Your mother is in a coma and can't verify your story of how exactly her house burned to the ground.

They don't find any human remains in the ashes.

No second location, that was the mantra that had been drilled into your head. So when a man bullied his way into your passenger seat, put a gun to your head and told you to drive, you did that. When he told you to take the next cut off you did not.

"Naw think I'll shoot ye?"

"Think if you do we're doing 80 and we're both meeting a quick end."

It's night time, quiet motorway that stretches for hours and hours. He laughs in disbelief after the initial plan to intimidate you fails. You can't keep driving forever, but he is fascinated by the attempt.

One hour in and you know each others names. He knows what music you like, knows you're single, that you have a cat. You know this is the first time he's brought a girl back (or has tried to at least), that he's the youngest in his team and this is an initiation of sorts. He connects his phone so he can blast his music. "Naw dying in a blaze of glory to fuckin' showtunes sweetheart."

You scream at one point, raw fury. He screams with you, whooping as you pick up speed and hit 100 in a moment of blind emotion before you slow a little again. He's touching you, a hand running down your body as he whispers filth into your ear. You give him nothing, act unaffected as your hands grip the wheel so tight they are turning pale.

There's a phone call. One of his team.

"As beautiful as you'd be dead, your pretty corpse is of fuck all use if it's burned to a crisp in a fireball."

"Oh, I don't talk about necrophilia until the second date."

"Fuck LT ye should see her. Spitting mad, think she might actually kill herself just tae take me with her."

Soap groans the words out, hard over the idea of dying in this car with you, throbbing with the knowledge that maybe you hate him so much you're willing to give up your life to spite him.

There are other team members, you try and block it all out. You are crying with frustration because soon the motorway will run out. Maybe you'll just drive straight to a police station, but then Price who you think may be their leader tells you that if his boy goes to jail, he may as well do it for murder.

"Soap'll blow your pretty brains right out of your skull luv, now pull off at the next exit and follow directions."

"Isn't it apparent by now that I'd rather die?"

"If that were true you'd have crashed 100 miles back."

He's right. You don't want to die. You really do not want to die. Over the last few hours you've developed an aversion to Soap dying as well. He's crazy, certifiably insane, but the danger of him is the kind of danger that comes with the flood of adrenaline that borders on erotic with how strong it is. You're sort of attached, trauma bonded maybe.

But the mantra persists. No second location.

Soap grins wildly when he sees how you relax, how your eyes fill with resignation. He can see what you're going to do. So he kisses you, tongue trying to bury itself as far into your mouth as possible.

"Let's dae it baby."

So you do. You bank hard right and the car goes flying, tumbling over and over into a field. You don't know how you survive it, but the next thing you know you are in the back of an ambulance. The police question what happened once you're stable in the hospital. You tell them everything. Psychotic break they think, suicide attempt. After all, yours was the only body in that car when they got there.

#ah yes the very specific fear I have of a forced dinner knowing that if I don't figure it out me and a loved one are both dead by dessert #one would think Soap would be deterred by a second and third attempt on his life AND YET #actually think the original premise of being in a car and it being a battle of wills between you and a kidnapper would be a very neat book #like full length novel that covers the two or three hours of the rapidly changing relationship between a woman and a maniac #but as I am not gonna write a full length novel instead dinner party #mhairiwrites

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feralaot · 4 years ago

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random scouts hcs!

I did a post like this for the warriors my beloved (here) and people seemed to like it so here's one for the scouts :) had some input from @afrival for this one luv u

no warnings I think

eren

if he had twitter he would have a vaporwave bart simpson profile picture and tweet lil peep lyrics. also uses way too many hashtags

he's scared of snakes and hates armin's ball python

his eyes are probably crusty as hell and mikasa has to wipe em for him because he won't

when he's losing an argument he goes "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad" and it always escalates things but he doesn't stop

almost exclusively wears american eagle

"what's a pronoun".mp3

uses the 💯 emoji in every other text message he sends

armin

sends his friends pictures of cats cuddling/hanging out and says "me n you <3"

genuinely can't stand when people have dirt under their fingernails. he gets so mad at eren bc his nails are dirty asf and armin forces him to clean them

he calls himself sexy a lot (e.g. "that was really sexy of me")

chews on bottle caps then is like hmm why do my teeth hurt

he hates feet. toes look weird to him. nobody in his house is allowed to take their socks off

unironically uses faces like ^-^ and :3

acne :(

mikasa

she's really bad at giving advice. don't go to her for help she'll literally be like "that's tough"

probably has like 4 instagram accounts made just to follow eren

solid black profile picture and no bio

maybe now and then she'll put a my chemical romance quote on her story but that's about it, she doesn't respond to dms or anything

doesn't wash that damn scarf so it's probably stinky

sticks staples, pins, etc through the tips of her fingers for no reason other than she likes freaking people out

probably hisses at people

jean

the only possible relationship dynamic somebody can have with him is rivals to lovers

very short social fuse and has to stay home for several days after public events bc it's just exhausting

he's an introvert adopted by extroverts (connie and sasha) and has to deal with their shenanigans. truly the mom figure between the three of them

marco has to listen to him ranting about connie and sasha's foolery and doesn't have much advice to offer bc he doesn't know either

for a long time he only knew "straight" and "gay" and when he found out about the concept of bisexuality his mind almost imploded

he sighs and yawns a lot and doesn't even realize he does it. people always think he's either annoyed or tired

probably dresses like a diet e-boy. crewneck king

connie

the kind of kid in your high school gym class that wears mismatching neon clothes. bonus points if it's nike

also the most likely to start a food fight for funsies

he doesn't yell often because his voice cracks when he does and it's embarrassing

sasha and him hate cafeteria food so he always brings an ungodly amount of food in his backpack instead to share with sasha. connie's backpack is 90% food

unironically says things like "pogchamp" and "rad"

he works at zumiez and probably lives there. always rocking their latest drip

jumps up and slaps exit signs

sasha

randomly breaks into song (usually disney songs) and connie will automatically duet

manages to fall asleep in any situation. on buses, while watching movies, sometimes even mid conversation if she's zoned out enough

tried to take armin fishing one time but he almost cried because he felt so bad about it

at least reiner will fish with her though. the himbos always come through

her instagram is all pictures of fish she caught and now and then there's an awkward candid pic of niccolo

stayed overnight in a walmart one time and got away and brags about it but she won't admit it was an accident. panicked and spent the night eating snacks off the shelves to "survive"

while she's talking her voice slowly gets louder and louder and she doesn't realize it until people tell her to stop yelling

historia

pulls people by the ears to bring them down to her level

also kicks people in the shins a lot, if she's arguing with someone they'll usually keep their distance to avoid getting shin kicked

loves climbing on ymir's back and just being carried around like the little creature she is

posts inspirational quotes on her story

would definitely be a cheerleader in high school. nobody would guess a prep like her is dating some grunge girl w a pretty much opposite personality

she always has bandaids with her for some reason. if someone gets scraped she'll whip out a bandaid immediately. her friends call her "mom" sometimes

hates grilled cheese so god damn much. can't stand it

ymir

"damn I don't remember asking".mp3

is always the first one to comment on historia's instagram posts. her comments range from "beautiful my queen!!!" to "damn ma yo ass fat"

she always called reiner gay as a joke then he came out as gay and for a while she thought it was her fault

her and reiner have wlw and mlm solidarity, they're bffs for that matter

if someone tells her that her music is too loud she'll say "huh?" and turn it up

similarly if someone scolds her for something she'll go "hm? repeat that, I'm a little deaf in this ear"

"bro stfu you always tell me you're gonna fire me for being late"

levi

really really hates cooking pasta because straining the water is for some reason more difficult than it should be

"do not underestimate me, bitches"

always refuses to get his hair cut at places in shopping centers. especially walmart great clips

makes monkey noises when he sees something he likes. he started doing this as a joke to mock zeke but it evolved and now he can't stop doing it randomly

will not hesitate to knock someone on their ass if they're talking shit

coffee makes him jittery so he drinks tea instead but won't admit to anyone that he lowkey also has a redbull addiction

hange calls him a catboy but he doesn't know what that means so he's always like "yeah" bc he thinks it means he's a cat person

hange

buys levi shoes from the kids section and doesnt tell him bc he likes them anyway

such a millennial, they say shit like "doggo" and "adulting"

"for practical reasons I don't exist. do not perceive me"

probably wants to marry mothman

levi has had to scold them on several different occasions for bringing live animals into the house

legally isn't allowed to cook bc they can and they will blow something up

goes on tipsy rants almost nightly

erwin

white skechers king

hosts barbecues in those white skechers. he talks shit about people with nile and pyxis like a bunch of gossiping middle aged fath- wait

his profile pictures on social media are probably pictures of himself taken from awkward angles with an empty expression. it's always posted like six times as well

when levi is getting Out Of Hand he'll pick him up from under the arms and carry him away like "okay, that's enough" and levi kicks around but can't escape

rubs his hands together a lot like a fly. nobody knows why he does it. what are you scheming

falls asleep on couches while watching sports games

[swinging his keys around his finger] "let's rock and roll"

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La Cuervo - Chapter 1

She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind...

TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, assault, smut, fluff, angst

In the spirit of "The Crown Princess of Charming" - though in a different universe (I couldn't screw with Jax and Cat's happy ever after) - this is a story about O.C. Nina and Angel Reyes. It is obviously non-canon, as characters who have passed on on Mayans M.C. are present in it, and others have been excluded completely. Nina is written as a cis-female, but I have tried to keep her race and looks as ambigous as possible. Should you find any of this story offensive.

It was an especially hot day for a bike-ride. The man in front of her on the bike might have been used to these trips, doing them often and in leather no less; but Nina was beginning to feel like a rotisserie chicken under the scorching sun. She was wearing jeans and a jacket over a tank top, knowing from experience that road-rash was especially shitty, when you went down without anything covering your skin. She sighed heavily, and tried to shift in her seat. “We’re almost there, luv’”, Filip called out over his shoulder, his voice barely audible over the roars of the engines behind them. “Uh huh…”, Nina replied, and couldn’t help but dream of air-condition and shade. Her backpack was heavy on her shoulders, in spite of the fact that she hadn’t brought much with her; just clothes, and a book or three. Filip patted her thigh comfortingly and sped up, probably as eager as she was to get this ride over with; though she knew that neither of them were looking forward to reaching their end destination.

She hadn’t gone on this trip willingly, but there had been no other option. Her chosen family had made it clear; she needed to disappear, and keep her head down. Going south was the best option for now, as she’d be out of Charming, but not so far away that they wouldn’t be able to reach her if needed. They were trying to keep her safe, even if safety currently meant being roasted alive on the back of a motorcycle, by the southern California sun. Looking back at their companions, both Happy, Tig and T.O. smiled at her. She forced herself to smile back, and was happy she was wearing sunglasses, as she knew the smile didn’t reach her eyes. She was feeling quite a bit overwhelmed by the situation.

Nina used to love riding on the back of Jackson's bike when she was younger, would squeal in excitement when he made sharp turns, and went over bumps. He’d given her the first helmet she’d ever owned. Now, she wore his own helmet. The one he’d not put on, on his last ride. After what had happened – the choices Jax made that had led him to colliding with that truck, and killing himself, on the same highway his father had died on years earlier – bikes were merely a means of transport, and the thrill of rushing down a road on one, was gone. She wasn’t afraid of them by any means, she just didn’t get any joy from them anymore.

Just as she had convinced herself she was literally about to melt together with the seat, Filip finally turned down a gravelly road, and slowed down to a halt. In the distance she saw a group of men on bikes, driving towards the murder of crows she’d travelling with up until now. “You remember what we talked about?”, Filip said. “Yeah, but I don’t get it. Don’t you trust these people?”, Nina asked, and pulled down the scarf she’d used to cover her mouth and nose from road-dust. “We do, and you can as well; but this thing you’ve got yourself caught up in, is complicated”, he replied. “Alvarez, the president and his VP knows everything, but they don’t want to get tangled up in it more than necessary. If you find yourself talking to anyone else, all you say is…”. “I’m in need of a fresh start after a bad break-up”, Nina sneered. “I know. Fucking damsel in distress…”. Filip squeezed her knee. “We’ll be in touch, luv’. Promise… You’ll be back home in Charming before you know it”. “Yeah… home”, Nina muttered, and used his shoulders as support, as she got off the Harley.

Stretching her back, she felt a tap on her butt from a familiar hand. “How are you feeling, princess?”, Happy asked. ”I feel like I did, after that time I won the mechanical bull-riding competition, at Tig’s birthday party”, Nina chuckled, and pulled at her jeans, to get them in place between her thighs. The curly-haired biker in question joined them, with a grin on his face. “Yeah, that was a beautiful!”, he exclaimed. “Well worth the 500 bucks I spent on renting that thing”. “You didn’t pay for that shit”, Filip said. “Screw you, Chibs”, Tig said, with jest in his voice.

Nina took off her sunglasses and helmet; and looked towards the arriving bikers. Two men on road kings – handlebars as high as the sky – led the incoming group. Nina recognized Alvarez right away, having seen him a few times at club parties. The other man she figured was the president of the South California Mayans. Behind them, came a group of bikers, in a caravan formed much like the one she’d ridden in with; arranged by status. She made short eye-contact with a bearded biker somewhere in the middle of the group. He had dark and intense eyes, and his lips twitched into a smile, just before she looked down at the ground. “Stay by the bikes”, Filip said, and squeezed her hand. The gravity of the situation and the dust from the road was beginning to get to her, so she grabbed her inhaler, and took a discrete hit from it; before putting it back in her pocket.

Alvarez and Bishop got off their own bikes, and the bikers behind them halted as well. Filip spread out his arms congenially. “Hola, señors!”, he hollered, and walked up to the other group. Nina cringed at his exclamation. T.O. came up behind her, and patted her shoulder. “Some things never change in this world, kid”, he muttered. “You’d think people would learn… evolve”, she replied. “You think letting brothers in to the club was just gonna magically make Scottie and the rest of them stop being idiot white-boys?”, T.O. chuckled. “Nah. This is as good as it gets. Let’s just hope the next generation does better”. He raised an eyebrow meaningfully at Nina. “You’ll let me know if Wendy is in touch, right?”, she asked. “You know we will”. “Thank you…”, she whispered. T.O. nodded solemnly.

“Englishman…”, Alvarez smirked, and reached out his hand to the SAMCRO-president. “Like a bullet to my Scottish heart”, Filip said, and took his hand; pulling him in for a friendly hug. He greeted Bishop in the same manner, and Happy, Tig and T.O. followed suit. “You have our merchandise?”, Bishop said. He was a short and serious looking man, but he didn’t seem as menacing as she’d expect a Mayan president to be. “Straight to the point, then…”, Filip said. “Yes, we brought your merchandise; as much as we could carry. The rest will be here in a van in two days. You get your discount as promised, as payment; and in return…” Bishop glanced towards Nina. “We got you”, he muttered, and patted Filip’s shoulder.

Nina swallowed thickly as the Mayan president approached her. “Obispo Losa. Bishop”, he said, and reached out his hand. “You must be Nina…”. “Just Nina”, she replied quickly, and shook his hand. Bishop nodded. “You’re going with us to Santo Padre. We have a trailer set up at our compound. My prospect uses it normally, but we’ll kick him out for the time being… Just until we figure something else out for you”. Nina felt her cheeks burning. “You don’t need to do that. I don’t want anyone on the street on my account”. “He’ll be fine”, Bishop said quietly. Nina shuddered suddenly, feeling the weight of the situation wash over her. Seeing her expression, Bishop put a hand on her shoulder. “You’ll be safe with us”. “Ok”, Nina muttered. “Thank you”. A smile ghosted the man’s face, and he nodded towards Filip.

The two groups of bikers finally merged, and greetings were shared, before some bedrolls were spread out on the ground. Guns of different types were hidden in pockets of the fabric, and Nina sighed deeply; looking away, as if doing so would protect her from the truth of what was going on. The bearded biker walked up to Bishop. No longer on his bike, he was strikingly tall, and admittedly handsome as hell. A shorter Mayan, slim and looking a little jumpy; and a friendly looking prospect joined them. “Should the girl be seeing this?”, the tall one muttered to Bishop. “The lady is as trustworthy as they come, amigo”, Filip said. The biker raised a brow at him. “Well, okey dokey, Robert the Bruce”, he said. “You know who Robert the Bruce is?”, the prospect asked. “I got my GED, bro”, the tall one replied. The prospect chuckled quietly. “Cool it, Angel”, Bishop said. “She’s coming with”. “What, she’s like part of the merchandise? Since when do we deal in trafficking?”, the slim one asked, and gave her a confused once over. Nina drew her lips back in a sneer. “Fuck you, asshole!”, she hissed. The biker frowned at her. “That’s Coco to you, ma’”, he grunted. “Who are you?”.

Bishop went to stand next to her, and nodded at Filip once again; as if saying it’s ok, I got this. “This is Nina. Just Nina. She’s the package we’re taking care of for a while”. “La cuervo is the package?”, the biker he’d called Angel said, letting his eyes trace her form with a pleased expression. “Not the kind of package I’d expected”. “Crow or not, we’re setting her up in the trailer at the yard”, Bishop said. “Prospect, you gotta take a hike for a bit”. The prospect sighed, and nodded; making Nina feel guilty beyond belief. “Really, I can…”. “You’re safer at the compound”, Filip muttered quietly.

“Time to say goodbye, man”, Alvarez said. “We saw cops a few miles out. Need to move”. Nina instantly felt her heart fall to her stomach, as the bikers rolled up the bedrolls, and began reloading the bikes, with the Mayans taking over the guns; and from now on, her. She turned to face the men she’d arrived with. “Fuck…”, she sighed. Filip pulled her in for a tight hug. “You’ll be fine, luv’. It’s just until this thing blows over, to keep you out of sight. Treat it like a holiday; enjoy the desert sun, relax…”. He looked towards the Mayans observing them. “And try not to end up losing your panties at another biker-party”. Nina pulled back, and punched his shoulder. “That happened one time!”, she muttered. She noticed Angel and the shorter biker, Coco, smirking at each other, from the corner of her eye. “And we had to kick that prospect’s ass for it. He was never the same”, Tig said, pulling at her arm, to take over from Filip, and give her a hug. “Don’t offer to cook. They might think we sent you to poison them”. “Kiss my ass, Trager”, Nina scowled, and kissed his cheek. “I love you too, kid”. Squeezing Tig tightly, Nina then let herself get enveloped in Happy’s arms. “You got your .38?”, he asked. “In my jacket pocket”, she sighed. “And your inhaler?”, Happy added. “The other pocket. With my cigarettes”, Nina muttered. “Good girl”, Tig said from behind Happy. “Maybe take the time to quit smoking as well; huh, sweetheart?”. She gave him a crooked smile, as he lit up a cigarette himself. “Anyone messes with you, call us. I’ll carve their eyes out”, Happy said, and kissed the top of her head. She noticed a stray tear in his left eye. “Allergies…”, he grunted, and wiped it away quickly. T.O. gave her a quick squeeze as well.

She turned towards Filip again. “I love you, little sister. Say hi to Chucky from us, ok?”, he said. She nodded, and her mood brightened slightly when she was reminded of the fact that there would be at least one person that she knew, where she was going. Even if he was a weird, chronic masturbator, without fingers. Filip kissed the corner of her lips. “Now go… We’ll be in touch if anything comes up, yeah?”. Nina nodded. Filip looked towards Bishop again. “I’m trusting you with someone very special, here”, he said. “You have my word. She’ll be treated like family”, Bishop assured him.

SAMCRO got back on their bikes, after Bishop had handed them an envelope with a wad of cash inside. “Do not let this woman near any tequila, fellas”, Filip said as a parting comment. “Not unless she’s got her underwear superglued on”. “Fuck you, Filip”, Nina smiled embarrassedly. With a final wave at her, they started their engines, and rode off, leaving her behind with a group of strangers she was supposed to trust with her life and secret from now on. She forced her mind to go blank, to avoid tears, and to be able to focus on the ride ahead.

“You ride with the prospect”, Bishop said. “I’d offer you the ride myself, but Marcus and I have another meeting, so we’ll be splitting up about 20 miles from here. Taza will lead the group taking you back to the compound”. He gestured towards a long haired, serious looking biker, with a Vice President patch on his cut. The prospect walked over to her, and reached out his hand. “EZ…”, he said, and smiled congenially. Nina took his hand, and shook it. Angel eyed her with an undefinable expression; when he called out to Bishop. “Yo, jefe. The prospect is a shit driver with a passenger. Maybe she should ride with someone else”. EZ scoffed at him. Bishop narrowed his eyes at Angel, before replying. “Yeah, ok. Nina, go with Coco”. Angel looked disgruntled, but didn’t say anything. Nina put her backpack on, and was about to walk over to Coco, when Bishop grabbed her arm to halt her; giving Angel a look out the corner of his eye. “I’d rethink that superglue, sweetheart”, he said, a slight smile ghosting his face. “I’ll be fine. Word around Charming is I got mace spraying out of my nipples, when my bra comes off”, Nina replied. A murmur of laughter went through the group, and she put on her helmet again, before walking over to her new chauffeur.

Scooting forwards a bit, Coco let her use his shoulders for support, as she got on his bike behind him. “Hold on tight, niña”, he said. “It’s Nina. And I’ll be fine”, she replied, and put her hands on his waist. He grabbed her hands, and pulled her arms all the way around him. “These ain’t no sports bikes”, Angel said, and Coco started up the bike. The roar of the engine made Nina jump slightly, and she noticed Angel had a gleeful smirk on his face. “Told you”, Coco laughed triumphantly.

The bike didn’t have an actual pillion-seat, so to sit comfortably, Nina had to sit closer to Coco than what she was used to with other riders. Angel drove along-side them. The exhaust of the bikes in front of them and the dust from the road hit her nose, and she was about to let go of Coco with one hand, to lift the scarf over her mouth and nose again. He slowed down, and grabbed her wrist. “Told you to hold on!”, he exclaimed. “I know how to ride bitch”, she replied. “Is that what SOA calls it?”, Angel asked, his voice barely audible over the sound of the engines. “I prefer the term riding queen”. “Bullshit”, Coco cried out with a grin on his face. Angel shook his head, and laughed. “Yo, who’s crow you got, ma?”. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”, Nina said. “Which SAMCRO-member is your old man?”, Angel reiterated, making clear his Coco’s meaning. She shook her head, and didn’t reply. “Just trying to figure out how precious the cargo is", Angel said, and sped up the bike again, letting Coco and her pull in behind him.

Bishop, Alvarez, and a few of the Mayans Nina hadn’t been introduced to yet, pulled off the highway after a few more miles; and Taza took the lead of their caravan. They were silent for the rest of the ride.

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Santo Padre seemed like worlds away from home. The smells and sounds were so different from what she was used to. Charming was full of middle-class, small-town people who all looked reverently at the patches usually going through town; and everyone knew everyone. Nina noticed some of the residents of Santo Padre nodding at them as they passed; but theirs weren’t the same respectful gazes. The Mayans didn’t have the same history with the area, as SOA had in Charming; and were still building their reputation here. She felt like an alien in a strange world.

They pulled down a smaller road, just outside town, and were met by a large gate; which – after a holler from Taza – was opened by a pretty teenage girl. Coco slowed down to almost a halt, and looked at her. “You’re supposed to be at school, mija”, he said. “Gym-class… But I got cramps”, she replied. “That’s a bad excuse”, Angel said, having pulled up next to them. “What do you know about that? You got a uterus?”, Nina said. Angel frowned at her, but the girl smiled slyly, and waved at her, as Coco continued onto the lot. “That’s my kid”, he said over his shoulder. His voice had a hint of pride to it, and she noticed his back straightened.

They went through a scrapyard, and pulled up at a wooden building – the Mayan clubhouse. Nina got off the bike, and took a second to stretch her legs. She took off her helmet, and looked around; feeling very out of place. Suddenly, a familiar voice caught her attention. “There was a beer-delivery while you were away; but the man was very rude. He says he wants payment up front from now on, and he didn’t even say goodbye”. Nina turned towards the voice, and a smile spread on her face. “Chucky!”, she called out. The balding man lit up, and walked towards her. “Miss…”, he began. “Nina… just Nina. You know that, Chucky!”, she said, and patted his shoulder. “Chibs says hi”. “He’s not here?”, Chucky asked. Nina shook her head. “Then why are you…?”. “It’s a long story. I’m going to hang out here for a while”. EZ gestured for her to follow, and with a final smile at Chucky, she followed the prospect towards a trailer outside the clubhouse. Angel was about to trail behind them, when Taza patted his shoulder; to talk to him.

The trailer was small, and clothes cluttered the table and cot inside. EZ scrambled to pick up his stuff. There was a pile of old novels strewn on the counter. “Sorry…”, he muttered. “If I’d known…”. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you out”, Nina said apologetically. “I’m just a prospect. I do what my president tells me”, EZ smiled crookedly. “It’s fine, really. I’ll stay at our pap’s place while you’re here”. “Your?”, she asked, questioning the plurality in his words. “Yeah. Me and Angel’s. He’s my brother”, EZ replied. Nina dropped her backpack and helmet on the cot. “Is it ok if I leave some of my books here, though?”, he asked, and gestured towards the stack of books on the counter. “Absolutely, as long as you don’t mind me reading some of them”, Nina replied. EZ raised his brows, and seemed pleased at her response.

He found Nina some clean sheets from somewhere, as well as a blanket. “It can get cold out here during the nights”, he said, as she took it with it a thankful smile, and placed it on the cot in the trailer. “This far south?”, she asked. “Yeah, it varies. Some nights I have to wear two sweaters and socks; other nights, it’s like sleeping in an aluminum can over a lit stove”. He knocked the roof slightly, letting the sound of metal fill the tiny space.

There was a roar of laughter from outside, as Angel and Coco shared some inside joke. “So, is your brother your sponsor?”. “He was. Took care of me, and got me in to the club, after I got out of jail. I was having kind of a hard time, and he helped me out… But Bishop took over, after some statute changes…”, he said, before halting himself. “… Which is stuff you shouldn’t even know about. Does SOA let their old ladies in on club business in Charming?”. She chuckled and shook her head. “I wouldn’t know".

“You just a croweater then?”. Angel had appeared in the door, and Nina jolted at the sudden interruption. “Sorry… Bishop is back. He wants to talk to you in his office”. “What does he need me for?”, EZ asked. “Not you. Her”, Angel said. He stepped inside the trailer, his head almost hitting the ceiling of it; and picked up the helmet on the cot. “Your helmet looks worn… Doesn’t fit your head either. It’s not safe”. Nina felt bile rise in her throat, and yanked it out of his hands. “Don’t touch it”, she hissed. She held the helmet protectively in her arms. Angel furrowed his brows at her, and licked his lips, as if he was about to say something. “Sorry… It’s an heirloom”. “Ok…”, Angel said. “Didn’t mean to overstep”. EZ cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable at the tension of the situation. “Don’t want to keep the prez waiting”, he said.

All three of them stepped out of the trailer, and EZ went ahead of Angel and her, as they walked towards the clubhouse. “How do you know about the way a club runs? Your old man lets you in on stuff like that?”, Angel asked. “Why do you keep asking about my old man?”, Nina said. Angel smirked. “So, you do have an old man”. Nina took a second to think. She wasn’t in Santo Padre for a long time; but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a good time. Besides, Angel didn’t seem like a long-time kind of guy. “No”, she said, and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. His smile widened. “Good to know”.

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The Mayan clubhouse had similar decorations to the ones in SAMCRO’s clubhouse; though clearly inspired by their proud Mexican and latinx roots. Nina instantly felt at home there, surrounded by leather-clad men, and inhaling the scent of motor-oil and beer.

Bishop was seated by a table, and spread out his arms to greet her, as she entered with Angel. “Step into my office”, he said, and gestured towards a chair opposite him. Nina sat down, and Chucky appeared from somewhere, planting a mug of coffee in front of her. “Black as sin…”, he smiled. “Just the way I like it. Thanks, Chuck”, she said. Chucky scuttered off, leaving them to it. Alvarez hadn’t come back with Bishop, but Nina knew not to comment on it.

Bishop took a sip of his beer, while Angel settled on a bar-stool, taking the cold one EZ handed him from behind the counter. Most of the charter seemed to be scattered throughout the room. “I’m sure you understand why we’re not having this conversation in templo. We don’t allow women at the table, and even if you weren’t one, you’re not wearing a patch”. Nina nodded solemnly. “I understand”, she said. Bishop gave her a short smile. “Here’s the deal. SAMCRO is paying us to look after you, while you stay in Santo Padre for a while”. “She’s the package we’re guarding?”, a bald Mayan asked. “Not what I expected”. He leered at her. Bishop sent him a hard look. “Nina left Charming to… start new”, he said, and looked meaningfully at her. “Right?”. “Yeah… I won’t be staying long”, she said. Angel chewed his lip, and looked quizzically at her. “Why does she need us, though?”. “She is used to an MC having her back. It’s just for comfort and peace of mind for SOA”, Bishop said.

Taza sat down next to Bishop. “You’re not familiar with the area, so you should stay on the lot. Only leave if you have someone with you”, he said. Nina knew what he was really saying; that she was more or less on lockdown, and if she did leave the compound, it needed to be with a patch. It wasn’t anything new. She’d gone into lockdown with SAMCRO before; though on a club-wide basis. “It’s your house… Your rules”, she said. “Good”, Bishop said. “You’re welcome to the facilities here, and if there’s anything you need, you let us know”. “The prospect is used to going on tampon-runs”, Coco grinned from his own stool by the bar. His daughter, who was standing behind him, hit him over the shoulder. “Let me know if you need anything you can’t trust these idiots with. I’m Letty… Leticia”, she said. “Control your kid, Coco”, Bishop said, but smiled at the teenager none the less. “We expect you to pull your weight around here. Chibs tells me you have experience behind a bar, and that you would sometimes help Chucky out in the office, back when their auto-shop was still running. You can do the same with the scrapyard. I trust I don’t need to tell you about keeping your nose out of our other business”. Nina eyed the pack of smokes on the table, and Bishop pushed it towards her. “Anything you need”, she replied, and took a cigarette. “Anything?”, the bald biker neck smirked. Angel got on his feet, and smacked him over the head. “Stop being a creep, Creeper”, he said, and walked over to light her cigarette. He kept eye-contact with her, while she took in her first lungful of smoke, and let a smile ghost his face, before stepping back again. Nina stifled a smile, and felt a rush of blood to her head; as well as other parts of her, that were even more intriguing.

Bishop got on his feet. “Templo. We got some shit to talk about”, he said. “How did things go with Palo? He know who did in his cousin yet?”, Creeper asked. Taza stared daggers at him. “At the table, fuckhead”. The Mayans all went towards a beautifully ornate door, leaving Nina with EZ, Letty, and Chucky. Angel sent her a final look, and shot her a sly smile before closing the door behind him.

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While EZ helped out Letty with what looked like some homework, Chucky was running in and out of the clubhouse, lugging cases of beer and soda. Nina slipped behind the bar to help him fill the fridges. “You don’t have to do that”, Chucky said. “I need to do something to pass the time”, she replied.

As they worked in silence, she noticed Chucky looking at her occasionally, as if wanting to say something, but not quite having the courage. “Ask…”, she said. “It’s not my place”, he said. “Why not? We’re friends, right?”, Nina smiled. “I’m happy you’re here, Chucky. It would have sucked not having even one familiar face around”. Chucky lit up. “We’re friends?”. “Of course we are. In spite of the fact that you used to tell Jax on me, whenever I was doing anything he might not like”. Chuck blushed. “He asked me to keep an eye on you when he wasn’t around”. “Yeah… Just keeping you safe, darlin’”, Nina imitated the former president of SAMCRO. Chucky smiled. “He was a good man”, he said. “I wish he’d believed that about himself”, she sighed. “So… ask”. Closing the fridge, Chucky looked at her hesitantly. “Why did they bring you here? Did they lose you in a bet, like me?”. “No… nothing like that”. “Then why?”. Struggling with opening a bottle of soda for Letty, who’d stepped over to the bar with EZ. Nina took it from him, and opened it, before giving it to the girl. “I know Chibs took over from Jax, both as president, but also as your…”. “Yeah…”, Nina sighed. “Why would he let you out of his sight?”.

EZ accepted a bottle himself, and was unsuccessful in pretending like he wasn’t listening in on the conversation. “I needed a fresh start. Wanted to get out of Charming for a while”, Nina said. Her cheeks were beginning to burn. “Why? Did something happen?”. Nina’s eyes travelled the room, finding it hard to reply. “Bad breakup…”, she said, almost like a line from a manuscript. “Chibs lets you date?”, Chucky said. “Happy lets you date?”. She wasn’t surprised he hadn’t mentioned Tig. The man had gifted her a 6-pack and a case of condoms for every birthday, since the day she turned 18. “I’m a grown ass woman, Chuck”, she almost giggled. “Yeah, but Jax…”, Chucky began. “Isn’t around anymore”, she replied shortly, feeling immediately guilty. “I’m sorry… It’s still a sore subject”. “I accept that”, Chuck said, his eyes letting her know she was forgiven for her tone.

Nina smiled softly, and went to open another box of beer.

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who-ever-said-i-was-nice · 4 years ago

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Hello my love I hope that you're well! Please could I request Theo, Leonardo, Arthur and Shakespeare (ikevamp) with an MC who's a ballerina & how the boys would react to seeing her dance for the first time? Take care and stay safe - JJ x

Yes! Thanks so much for the ask! Can I start this off by saying I love your work. It always makes my day. Anyhooo I hope you are doing well and everything’s ok. Ok I’ll stop talking.

warnings: a suggestion of nsfw, a little hint nothing extreme

spawn of satan Theo

he’s amazed, confused and offended

amazed, because he has never seen anything this graceful

confused, because, why didn’t you tell him

and offended because WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL HIM

how dare you hondjie you cute little puppy

he will stand in the doorway silently and watch you

when you turn around and see him you become a flustered mess

Theo’s brain: that was worth it. Now insult her

Theo: why tho

Theo’s brain: you gotta

“Well well Hondjie, what have we got here? A dancing pup?”

you go beet red and pout at him trying to look intimidating

Theo just laughs and comes closer to you

he tilts your head up and locks eyes with you

“ Though I must say...I enjoyed the show”

let’s just say it escalated real quick

after that thought, he really enjoys watching you dance

sometimes he will join you

he can’t dance but he sure as hell enjoys twirling you around

Leonardo da Always sleepy

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW

he’s impressed

he just stands there and watches you jump around the room

so carefree, so beautiful

he didn’t think it was possible but he just fell in love with you even more

want’s to stay quiet, but his brain is like: Interrupt her so you can see her cute flustered face

and he does

“ Well what a surprise cara. Is that all for me?”

you turn pink and look him in the eyes

“ This makes me ✨uncomfy✨“

he laughed so hard that Leon and Jean stopped sparring, cats and dogs fled the premise because they thought there was an earthquake

from that moment on Leo would always watch you dance

at one point you even got him to move a little bit

he has two left feet but he can still pick you up and twirl you around and that is something both of you really enjoy

Horndog Arthur

“how the hell can she lift her leg that high?”

“Wow she has amazing balance”

“OH MY GOD THAT CAN’T BE GOOD FOR YOUR TOES!”

Arthur’s thoughts are a big mess

he’s proud of you

but at the same time he’s scared for your toes

you realize he’s watching when you balance on the point of your toes and twirl

and you notice he because of this:

“ Blimey Luv! Be careful!”

you look at him like: dude what are you talking about

“If you take a wrong turn and fall on your arse, you aren’t going to be up for it, are you poppet. Now what a bust that’ll be! I can’t have you falling arse over tit.”

you gave him a look and then smiled

“ If you want to keep an eye on me, how about you join me.”

you actually got him to dance with you

this reassured him and you both ended up laughing and cuddling

*I tried to make Arthur actually sound British. I’ve never actually written it like this, I’m not British. So if you read this and it actually makes no sense I apologize and let me know what I should correct. K? Thanks!☺️❤️

Bunny boi William

he came to the mansion for a brief visit

the moment he sees you jumping around and twirling in the garden he knew he wanted to put you on stage

He’s next to you in a second

“Ye art the most quite quaint mistress i hath't ever seen. As majestic as a bird soaring through the sky. Wilt thee grant me the favour of performing in mine playeth.” *

you weren’t 100% sure what he said but you caught most of it so you agreed

and since then Will does everything in his power to make his plays have at least some scenes where ballet is required so you can play in them

and turns out, you are an amazing actress

*I was barely able to put together that sentence. Like I needed the internet, my friends who study Shakespearean English. So I really hope it’s ok.

That is it! I really hope you enjoyed. also lol I called Theo a spawn of Satan but actually I love him. Anyhoo take care and happy new year!

#Ikemen Vampire #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikemen vampire shakespeare #ikemen vampire theo #ikemen vampire arthur #cybird ikemen #IkeVamp #ikemen vampire headcanons #ikemen vampire hcs

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mcofthemansion · 4 years ago

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I'm not sure if this has been done before, someone probably has but I'd like to do a headcanon of Mc who is relieved and joyful about traveling back in time and living with vampires and wants nothing more than to forget about the time she came from and never have to deal with it again.

Not sure how interesting or relatable it will be, but here it is!

• Mc walks through the door and is confused about where she is

• She meets the mansion residents one by one and starts to calm down instead of any sort of doubt or panic (doesn't know they're vampires yet) and nobody even calls her loud or annoying because she's walking at a respectable pace and her voice is perfectly calm, doesn't even question why they have names of historical people

• She goes to her room pleasantly surprised with the living quarters

• She does get that nightmare but it's like not even scary once she thinks about while awake, and excites her even.

• She gets water in the kitchen anyways because she's awake and there's no getting back to sleep at this point

• Tells Sebastian the dream but instead of calling it a nightmare, she tells him she's finally dreaming about something interesting and thrilling for once

• Sebastian is at a loss of words at first but then says "Mc, that dream, although it may seem interesting, probably serves as a warning to not give them body, mind or soul, and it was probably meant as a nightmare, because the residents that live in this mansion are what you saw in your dream, vampires"

• Upon hearing this news Mc's eyes light up and she says "for real?"

• Sebastian nods and says "yes"

• Arthur enters the kitchen and has only heared that last bit of the conversation, "Cat's out of the bag, am I right Sebas" he said he approached Mc

• He does tease her and say all that stuff about biting her, he even showed that bloodstain on his collar from his previous snack.

• Mc isn't even bothered one bit and is actually interested so she tells him "The vampires in this mansion are too sweet anyways, if you wanted to kill me you would've done that before I knew what you were vampires, I understand you need blood as like a food source so please feel free to take some of mine"

• Arthur doesn't know what to say at this point so he just plainly says, "So you're not afraid living with vampires, luv?"

• Mc quickly replies with "Exact opposite actually, I find it fascinating and perfect, the thing I've always wanted to be real"

• Arthur still feels the need to stick close to her because her seemingly lack of self preservation bothers him a little but he happy accepts Mc being happy living in a mansion of vampires

• The next day Comte asks to see her so she complies

• Comte asks about her encounter with Arthur and why it didn't even frighten her

• Mc tells him that she finds it cool that something similar but other than humans exist! And she's thrilled about living with vampires and that she will do her utmost best working for Sebastian as a housekeeper

• Comte is also a bit startled at her way of handling this, but he is glad that she is more than willing to happily live here for what he at this point thinks is a month, and he likes her attitude towards working with Sebas and says "Ma chèrie,

I do appreciate you taking these startling arrangements very well, if there is anything you need please let me know, and I'd also like to add if you need someone to talk to, my door is always open"

• Mc thanks Comte gratefully and asks Sebas to get to work

• Sebas has Mc doing not so hard tasks and she learns about rouge and blanc and about when to feed whom and things like that

• She learns of thier hobbies and builds a friendship with each of them

• She gets close with all of the mansion pets too

• The mansion residents are glad Mc came to the mansion

• they've noticed Mc hates talking about her time and hasn't expressed any desire to return to her time

• It sort of weighs on thier minds for a while

• Napoleon and Jean try talking to her about it while she watches them do sword practice together

• Issac, Theo, and Vincent ask her over meal times when they're at the table.

• Mc doesn't even want to talk about the pancakes from her time!? wHaT.

• Leonardo tries prompting her by talking about how time changes have been in his eyes, he even bargains cleaning the desk in his room if she'd tell him how his paintings and inventions are doing in her time, anything to get an idea of why her time bothers her, and he manages to get some details about her life but only a few (that pureblood charm really is amazing isn't it! How the hell do you deny Comte or Leo?)

• Mozart asks Mc about music in her time and due to his magical senses when it comes to music he deduced her taste in music and that concerned him a bit, not that it was bad, it was just sort of heartbreaking

• Dazai could sympathize with Mc and hoped she didn't have any kind of similar life to him, he did offer to be a shoulder to cry on if she where to need it

• Vincent has also offered to be a shoulder to cry on if she would need it (And who isn't in need of sunshine boy, am I right?)

• Sebastian's years of gathering dirt on the residents has prepared him for this very task, every detail he learns about Mc's past he writes down, afterall it's hard not talking to the ONE guy that you work with daily...so Sebastian has allied himself with Arthur to solve the mystery of Mc's disdain towards her time and her lack of self preservation, while sort of hiding that other secret journal of his, a lot farther from the detective's eyes.

• Everyone eventually secretly joins the cause and Mc catches wind of it (remember that part about how it's hard to keep secrets in the mansion? Yeah...)

• Comte decided with everyone that he will be the one to handle this and calls everyone to a meeting at the dining table

• Comte explains how all the residents and himself care deeply for Mc and how her disdain of ever returning to her time puzzles them and they would like to know why, all they wanted was to help her

• "Chèrie" "luv" "nunche" "hondje" "Cara mia" "mein liebe" "mademoiselle" "Toshiko-san" "Mc" *very hard finger flick from Sebastian* "please tell us"

• Mc cries a bit but explains her family situation back in her time, she also explains her school/work/other social circle life, and how she wasn't in a good place at all back in her time and how before she found the door that led her to this mansion, she wished for an escape from that life she lived, she wanted something kind, enriching, fascinating, and she'd always loved human-like creatures like vampires, so coming here was like a dream come true

• The residents of the mansion could sympathize with her, they've also been through thier shares of hardship. No matter how big or small people's hardship was always respected in the mansion

• The residents accepted Mc with open arms and were glad to have her live with them

• Mc found a family with the residents

• Mc lives a happy life in Comte's mansion

• Mc may or may not have convinced Comte to let her be a vampire too

• Mc really feels like part of the family

....

I hope this wasn't too weird or anything, I've been wanting something like this for some time so I decided to post it...honestly living in the mansion with all of them would be great! :) what would you guys like like best about living in the mansion? I would love talking to the residents about thier interests! And I'd love it if Isaac could turn my hate for math and science into a love for it, I would appreciate that a lot...so what about you guys? Hugs! :)

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp Arthur #ikevamp Comte #ikevamp Sebastian #cybrid #ikevamp Comte's mansion #life in ikevamp mansion #happy #imagine this #ikevamp is amazing

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liathgray · 4 years ago

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Ranking fmab characters worst to best

(Please don’t take this seriously)

1. Khymbleigh

- Lives in the sewers

- Committed mass murder

- Has a silly idiot hat

- Called me a dyke :(

2. Shou Tucker

- fuck this guy.

- Electric chair

- Also hes balding what a loser

3. Dwarf in the Bong

- mike wazoski lookin ass

- Literally the greasiest motherfucker on the planet

- Was one of the only characters introduced by NOT beating up Ed or Al..??

- Smells like rotten cabbage

4. Moy Rustang

- Incel

- Has stupid hair

- War criminal

- Teen dad

- Canon fat tits

- Useless🥰

5. Envy

- a bitch

6. Whorehenheim

- deadbeat

- Has never taken a shower in his life

- Only wears glasses because he thinks its quirky and cute

- Took the fattest bong rip of all time

- Also killed thousands

7. Tim Marcoh

- doctor and deserted the military

- honestly pretty chill

- But his name is Tim so... *cocks gun*

8. Bradley

- :/

- Killed a lesbian and thus is homophobic

- He wears an eyepatch despite having both eyes.

9. Elicia and Gracia Hughes

- tax evaders

10. Jean Havoc

- cool dude

- Cohntry boyy i luv youuu

- Did not look respectfully

- Smokes. Must be executed

11. Gluttony, pride and Sloth

- assholes but also what the fuck

- This boy like 10

- Wheres his babysitter

- fast????????

12. Armstrong

- his arms are strong

- Lil bitch

- Got his ass beat my his hot lesbian sister

13. Lust

- is sexy

- Murderer :(

- Big tibbies so she gets extra points

- She was just checking if roy and havoc were cake

14. Scar’s brother

- Truth took his cock.

15. Truth

- took Scar’s brother’s cock

16. Barry the chopper & the slicer

- criminals

- Almost killed Ed and Al

- Kinda sexy tho 😳

17. Greed (OG)

- greasy garbage man

- Got cucked after two eps

- Has dumb hair

- Was funny

18. Yoki

- He yo the ki or whatever

- I dont remember him

19. Fu and Lan Fan

- Legs for days!!!

- Breaking and entering

- Lan fan smugly cutting off her arm and saying “I beat you” awakened something in me

- Fu got shanked :(

20. Rose Thomas

- Maybe im gay. What of it?

- Almost shot Ed lmaooo

- Probably owns a ukulele

- Local

21. Greed 2.0

- stupid

- Beats the fuck out of Bradley

- Might’ve eaten dirt

- Went camping for five months instead of being helpful

- Aphobe :/

22. Ling

- freeloader

- Diabetic??????

- Smells like broke

- Gay little bitch boy

23. Sheska

- haha nerd

- I’m in love with you

- Was only in two episodes :(

24. Captain Buccaneer

- Off his shits always

- Took ten years to die lmfaooo

- MLM but a gatekeeper

25. Major Miles

- His facial hair is atrocious

- Otherwise? King

- Sunglasses indoors... ur on thin ice

- Turn around bright eyes...

26. Father Cornello

- So theres this middle aged man...

- Won the sexiest character poll on twitter

- Re🤢🤢 l🤢🤢. r-r-religous🤢🤢🤢c-cor🤮🤮 religious corruption

- Got gunched lol

26. Kain Fuery

- Has watched pulp fiction

- Haha glasses

- Probably volunteers at a animal shelter

27. Vato falman

- Skinny legend

- Genuinely cool and has development at briggs

- Go white boy go

28. Heymans Breda

- Has a moped

- Could crush my spine but wouldnt ❤️

- Crew cut 🤢🤢

29. Xiao Mei

- small and filled with rage

- Has good taste

- Gunch??????

- Literally so small please be careful

30. Gay chimeras

- TWO MEN

- WE’RE BURLY

- WE’LL DO WHAT YOU WANT

- cottagecore

31. Pinako Rockbell

- has been high off her ass for the past three years

- Sultry doctor who lives in a faraway town 😳😳😳 hello ma’am 😳

- Hair is definitely a weapon. Shits pointy

- Home wrecker

32. Sig

- wide

- Very wide

- Kiss kiss

- Only eats potatoes

33. Riza Hawkeye

- big arms big arms big arms biG ARMS BIG ARMS

- Would kill roy on sight

- she should kiss me

- rn

34. Maes Hughes

- had a band in highschool named frog soda or some shit like that

- Pretty cool! Nice to ed and al and winry

- Good dad

- Dead lol

35. Olivier Armstrong

- goth gf

- Sword.... sword hot.....

- Killed a dude for being annoying and I respect that

- Snorts snow and says its coke to freak people out

- Gay ass....

36. Ed Elric

- ok gay boy

- Makes everyones life hell. Good for him

- NERD????? A FUCKING NERD???

- I’d steal his lunch money

- No tiddies?

- :/

- Short king

37. Maria Ross and Denny Brosh

- wlw mlm solidarity

- maria ... hold my h-hand...

- literally had nothing to do with this but got McFcuked anyways

38. Scar

- acab

- Was right

- Dilf

39. Al Elric

- likes cats so he’s automatically superior

- Malnourished 😔✌️

- Cha cha slide in full armour

- Mean but only to Ed ❤️

- I love when he *king noises*

40. Izumi Curtis

- kiss me sexy woman

- Stole from briggs because fuck the military

- .. m...milf..

41. Paninya

- fucking superb you funky little lesbian

42. Winry Rockbell

- NERD!!! NERD !!

- Curb stomps her enemies

- Acab but also stole Riza’s look so 😳

- Is she.. u kno💅

43. Mei Chang

- her life is a YA drama

- gained a dad by being perfect

- bullies Ed

- is better than everyone

And finally..... the best character in fmab...

Resurrected Trisha

- 😳😳😳

- Yes i do the cookin yes i do the cleanin

- 😩😩😩

#posting this because im never gonna get to make my powerpoint😔#also for my dudes on discord #this is VERY cursed but please dont take it seriously #its a joak babes ...... haha funni...#fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist

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yikesharringrove · 5 years ago

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drummer!billy fucks steve after robin drags him to billy’s band’s concert at the gay bar and he swears he hates the band until he sees billy... please :)

I’m so hot for drummers I became one. That’s TRUE.

This is some modern lovin’.

Also I have a friend in a vegan eco-punk folk band and they fucking suck.

Pansy Division is a real queercore band they are AMAZING super recommend they have a song called Fem in a Black Leather Jacket that I can SO see Billy singing to femme!Steve to be teasing one day.

Queer Bar is the name of a REAL BAR my friends and I (used to, thanks Miss Corona) go to to watch drag performers and queer punk bands.

Ayoo3

Porn Porn.

Steve didn’t go to a lot of concerts.

He didn’t do great in sweaty crowds, and the loud music would leave his ears ringing for days. But Robin would still drag him out to see her friends’ shitty bands play at shitty dive bars.

“You have to come. It’ll be fun. They’re actually, like good.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“That’s what you said about the last two bands, Rob. And they fucking sucked.”She had dragged him to some house show for her friend in a vegan eco-punk folk band which is apparently a thing that exists in this world, and they sucked. It was like someone screaming about global warming over a Bon Iver song. It made Steve want to actively go out and litter.

“What’s the genre?”

“Queercore. You can listen to them! They have an album on Spotify that’s done pretty okay. They’re called Pansy Division.” Steve gave her a cold look as he pulled them up. He listen to their three most popular songs, That’s So Gay was a pissed off track about people using the word gay as a derogatory. Fem in a Black Leather Jacket was self explanatory, and Luv Luv Luv was a more chilled out song, but the lyrics were all about how love isn’t real and “we’re all just animals at the core”. Steve was sold.

“Where are they playing.” Robin grinned at him.

“Queer Bar.” Steve groaned. Queer Bar was small. A divey place that got hot and sticky. Steve didn’t like going as he always left covered in spilled drinks, and other people’s sweat, and had hooked up with three of the bartenders and just didn’t really wanna deal with all that.

“I don’t know, Robin. You know I don’t like Queer Bar.”

“You like it just fine. You’re just a slut. You do realize that if we could only go to bars where you haven’t fucked one of the employees, we would have like, five bars to choose from.”

“Don’t slut shame me. I am a young flower, who must dance on the wind and take a dip in every pond.” Robin stared at him.

“Steve that makes no fucking sense. Just admit you’re a sloppy whore and let’s move on.”

“Fine. I’m a sloppy whore. So when is this terrible night scheduled?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Robin!”

“Dingus!”

“You couldn’t’ve given me some notice?”

“You’re getting like, thirty hours of notice right now.” She rolled her eyes. Steve always told her one of these days they were gonna fall right outta her head.

“You are a nightmare and the bane of my existence and I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate you.” Steve deadpanned. She leaned over on the couch to smack a wet kiss to his cheek.

“And you should probably bring condoms. These guys are just your type.”

“So, that’s what you’re wearing?” Steve just glared at her.

“If you’re dragging me to this thing, I at least want to be comfortable.” He was wearing short denim cutoffs, ones she had cutoff for him. They were high-waisted, and he tucked a baggy Jane’s Addiction t-shirt he had stolen from his ex-boyfriend into them. He had just done a little eye shadow and smoked liner.

Robin was in a black body-con dress, her old brown leather jacket over her shoulder, but her arms were not in the sleeves. It was very fashiony of her. Steve tugged on a red bomber jacket.

They would be meeting Robin;s girlfriend, Heather, at the bar. Apparently she was friends with someone in the band.

“Let’s go, Dingus.” Robin was holding The front door to Steve’s apartment, swinging it between both hands. He pinched her side as he walked past.

They had to take a Lyft to Queer Bar, another reason it was the worst. It wasn’t in walking distance. Their driver was this quiet guy who wouldn’t stop staring at Robin, even when she loudly started talking about her girlfriend. Steve only gave him four stars, a serious deal for Steve, who would probably give five stars even if the driver fucking murdered him.

Steve had met Heather quite a few times, and he liked her. She was cute, and easy to talk to, and made Robin so happy, but she also kept talking about Billy and how he was going to come out with them later, and kept winking at Robin.

They traipsed into the bar, Steve ducking to avoid one of the bartenders he had slept with. The guy had been real clingy after and asked Steve to get breakfast while Steve was trying to get dressed and get outta there.

So, they’re in the club, and it’s about time for the band, well, it’s twenty minutes after time for the band, and Steve is tired and is nursing a vodka cranberry and has been hit on more than he wanted tonight.

But then the band is taking the stage, and Steve is ready to lose his mind at this perfect specimen taking his place behind the drums.

He had tattoos on nearly every inch of skin Steve could see, his arms, his legs, his neck. He was putting his long hair into a ponytail, a few curls escaping and settling around his face. He was laughing at something the bassist was saying to him, twirling his stick in one hand.

“Heather’s friends with the drummer. His name is Billy.” Robin was giving him a knowing look.

The band was pretty good. Played a lot of loud songs. People were slam dancing around the front, far from where Steve was standing, watching the drummer. He really fucking whacked the drums, broke about three sticks during the hour set. He was all sweaty. Would play with a big grin on his face, blue eyes crinkled, tongue between his face.

By the time they finished their set, Steve was sporting a half-chub in his shorts, was rearing to get fucked by this gorgeous drummer.

“What did you think!” Heather was beaming at him.

“Yeah, they’re okay.” Robin rolled her eyes.

“So, we’re just waiting for Billy, then we can get outta here.” Steve’s heart stopped. He had fucking forgotten they would be hanging out with this perfect Billy.

He came up behind Heather, picking her up from behind, laughing loud and beautiful.

“Stop, Billy! You smell like shit!” He rubbed his head onto her neck, making her slap at him. He released her, turning those eyes on Steve. He put out a hand.

“Billy Hargrove.” He took both of Steve’s hands in his, made him blush.

“Steve Harrington. I’m a friend of Robin’s.” Billy ran his tongue along his teeth, looking Steve up and down.

They ended up going to a club and getting hammered. Steve danced pressed against Billy, ended up laying on the bar while Billy led a few random guys in taking body shots off of Steve. He ended up making out with Billy in a dark corner, hands roaming until

“My place is close by. You wanna get outta here?” Steve shivered as Billy rasped in his ear.

“Yeah, let’s go.” They found Robin, who slapped Steve on the ass as he left, tucked under Billy’s arm. They walked a few blocks to Billy’s place, a little apartment over a Thai restaurant. It was cozy, had posters all over the walls, and lots of plants. He had a fat little cat he introduced as my chonker, Diablo.

They made out on the couch for a while, but then Diablo started yowling at Billy, so Billy hefted Steve up, and tossed him on the bed, refilling the cat’s water. Steve wrestled out of his clothes as he could hear Billy cooing to his cat in the kitchen.

“Holy shit you’re hot.” Billy shut the door behind him, staring at Steve, spread out and naked on his bed. “Heather said you were just my type.” Billy came to the bed, crawled over Steve, settling his wight over him. Steve reached up, tugging his hair out of the ponytail.

Billy ducked to kiss him, nudging his thighs open. He leaned to dig through the night table, brought out a bottle of lube and a condom.

Tattooed fingers nudged at his hole, rubbed lube around the rim. Steve started tugging at his shirt, making Billy laugh while he had to tangle it off of himself.

“Relax, Pretty Boy.” Steve whined as Billy went back to circling his hole, so he pressed in. He pressed up to the knuckle, curling his finger. He fucked it in and out of him slowly for a while, pumping his finger in and out.

He pressed another in, curling and spreading his fingers, stretching Steve out.

Steve took hold of his wrist, angling his hand.

“Curl you fingers.” Billy smirked at him, curling his fingers. Steve jolted as they shoved into his sensitive little nerves.

“You know just what you want, don’t you?” Billy was mouthing at his chest, sucked a dark mark on his left pec. “Not afraid to ask for it, either.”

He was drilling into Steve with his fingers, fucking him roughly with his hand, bending his fingers, opening them up. Steve was gasped, his legs opening even wider. He added another finger, pouring more lube over his hand, over Steve’s hole.

“I’m ready, just fuck me.” Steve’s eyes were wide, being sure to pout just the way he knew guys liked, voice all perfect and whiny.

“You’re bossy is what you are.” Billy added another finger, making Steve cry out at the stretch. “Think you can cum on just my fingers? I think I’d like that.” He bite gently at Steve’s nipple, making him arch into his chest, pushing his hips down onto Billy’s fingers.

“I want you cock. Please, just fuck me. Please, please.” Billy grinned, resting his chin on Steve’s chest, speeding his hand up, jack hammering it into Steve. “Holy fu-uck.” Steve came all over himself, choking around a few breathy moans.

“That was hot. You’re gorgeous.” Billy pulled his fingers out gently, letting Steve catch his breath while he took off his jeans, tossing them on the floor. Steve took extra notice of the lack of any underwear.

Billy was hard, his cock flushed red against his stomach. He rolled on a condom, settling himself between Steve’s legs, spread wide.

“You ready for me?” Billy was stroking Steve’s cock, smirking as Steve whined, oversensitive. Steve modded, wiggling his hips, whimpering for Billy to fuck him.

Billy pressed himself against Steve, holding his hips down as he gentled himself in, going slowly, inch by inch.

“You’re so tight Baby.” He was pressed flush to Steve, grinding his cock deeper, making Steve choke. He pulled out, immediately setting a brutal pace, sitting on his knees, one hand holding onto Steve’s upper thing, the other gripping his hip.

Steve was fisting the sheets under his head, clawing at them to try and hold on.

Billy was gorgeous above him, hair messy and wild, skin glistening, his muscles moving so beautifully under his tattooed skin.

Steve was hard again, trailed on hand down his body to wrap his fingers around his cock, jerking to the speed of Billy’s thrusts. He was getting close again, Billy was expertly hitting that sensitive little spot inside him, was panting and muttering about how hot Steve is, was making him whine and flush and fly closer to orgasm.

It hit him like a fucking train, making him cry out, adding to the mess on his stomach, tightening around Billy.

Billy gave one final grunt, slamming into Steve, emptying inside the condom. He caught his breath, staring down at Steve, running a finger through the spunk on his stomach, pressing it into Steve’s mouth, his eyes going dark as Steve moaned around his finger, eating his cum off it.

“You’re ridiculously fucking hot.” He huffed a laugh, pulling out of Steve to ditch the condom. “Now I actually owe Heather. That sucks.”

Steve laughed, slapping Billy’s chest.

#steve in super short jorts is my RELIGION #yikes writes #lemons #steve harrington #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

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tenderedsouls · 4 years ago

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* hi friends ! i'm kofi , twenty3 , and i prefer either she / her or they / them pronouns ! i've been looking for a cute town rp to join , and i'm so glad i came across irving . i'm graduating from college this semester ( finally ! ) , so excuse me if i'm a little scatterbrained at times ! i just know that i'll eventually bring more muses to the group , but i figured that one was enough for my plate right now ( and i'm ridiculously picky and will spend hours making up my mind ) . that being said , jinhyuk is a brand new muse straight out of the box , so please forgive me if he strays from his intro ! i can't wait to read about everyone's muses , and i especially can't wait to build connections with everyone !

* ahn hyo seop , cis man + he / him | you know jinhyuk shin , right ? they're twenty five , and they've lived in irving for , like , their whole life ? well , their spotify wrapped says they've listened to swear to god by blackbear like , a million times this year which makes sense 'cause they've got that whole warm aroma of cedar and patchouli lingering on his skin , a bedside journal filled with nonsensical writings , and boisterous laughter followed by reddened cheeks thing going on . i just checked and their birthday is december 10th, so they're a sagittarius , which is unsurprising , all things considered .

001. DOSSIER .

name : shin jin hyuk . nicknames : jin , primarily . only called jinnie by his mother . date of birth : december 10th, 1995 . zodiac : sagittarius . birthplace : irving , north carolina ( raised on orion avenue ) . orientation : bisexual , biromantic . residence : irving , north carolina ( port apartments ) . occupation : accountant for kahlo’s café and graduate student . height : 188cm ( 6′2″ ) . mother : shin aera ( adoptive ; high school mandarin teacher ) . father : shin hangyeol ( adoptive ; emergency medicine nurse ) . positives : benevolent , educated , independent , liberal , passionate , and romantic . neutral : moralistic , boyish , mellow , private , restrained , and unaggressive . negative : hesitant , timid , cautious , boisterous , clumsy , and gullible . likes : iced americano , ballpoint pens , roasted carrots , rainy days , a too warm apartment , lazy sundays , sugar donuts , bubble tea , and cancelled lectures . dislikes : essay word minimums , too hot summers , too loud music , fireworks , black coffee , his sensitivity , and itchy sweaters . dressing style : best described as lazy yet stylish . consists primarily of shackets , sweatshirts , denim jeans , and ankle cropped dress pants . as someone constantly on his feet , he has a few trusty sneakers that get him across campus . it is rare to see him in track / sweatsuits as he can be self - conscious about his appearance . markings : a scar on his left elbow from falling through a fence at eight years old and a faded scar on his eyebrow from running into a tree branch at ten years old .

002 . BACKSTORY .

it’s december of 1995 when jinhyuk is born to parents who don’t want him or have the funds to raise him . for the better part of six months , he is raised in a local orphanage until he’s nearly a year old , and is adopted by shin aera and her husband , hangyeol . the couple are in their early thirties at the time of jinhyuk’s adoption , and he has never made the effort to look for his ‘birth’ parents , even though aera and hangyeol have asked if he would like to . the couple raise their son in a relatively normal and peaceful household on orion avenue , and despite not having siblings , jinhyuk grows up to be a warm yet tenderhearted person .

growing up , jinhyuk is a boy who wears his heart on his sleeve . it’s relatively tough for him to make friends during his early adolescent years as he grows a little too fast for his body to catch up with , and finds himself tripping over his feet when hanging out with other kids . on top of that , due to his asthma , it’s hard for him to keep up with the other kids of irving as they explore the places where he’s not supposed to be , often needing to stop for puffs from his inhaler . eventually , jinhyuk gives up on trying to be an adventurous child , and instead finds solace in making friends who are more interested in books , writing , video games , and anything that doesn’t involve getting his sneakers stuck in the mud .

it’s during his high school years when jinhyuk finally grows into his own . a handsome boy with wide eyes , jinhyuk has found a niche of people that he’s comfortable with and even finds love for the first time when he’s sixteen . the new love is almost overwhelming for jinhyuk as he had never experienced such a love before . it lasts for a little over a year and a half , and it’s a love that jinhyuk has been unable to forget . eventually , jinhyuk graduates from irving’s local high school and moves away to attend college in ‘ the big city ’ . jinhyuk obtains his bachelor’s degree in economics , and moves back home following graduation . he takes a gap year , and during that time he takes on the position of accountant for kahlo’s café .

since then , jinhyuk has been working job and living with his persian cat named duri . he primarily works from home as his job isn’t necessarily one that’s needed in house , so he spends a lot of time exploring new hobbies and half finishing books that remain placed all around his apartment . he has far too many plants that are in need of water , and gets annoyed when the tourists come to town because the beach is too crowded and cutie pie’s never has available seating .

003 . PERSONALITY .

as an adult , jinhyuk is someone who tries not to step on toes and stays in his own lane . he’s not someone who invokes arguments and he doesn’t really diffuse them either , so you could say that he’s a neutral party in most situations . he could be considered as something of a romantic as well as a hopeless romantic , but he doesn’t necessarily look for love as he believes that if he’s meant to fall in love again then it will happen when the time is right . jinhyuk is soft spoken and he can be relatively sociable when he wants to be . sometimes , if provoked enough , he can be a little snippy or rude , but it’s a rare chance that he is unless he truly doesn’t get along with someone .

he likes early morning walks as they allow him the chance to think without much disturbance , and finds comfort with being by himself . believes in taking himself on ‘dates’ and eats too much pasta to be considered as anything other than a 6′2″ piece of rigatoni .

004 . CONNECTIONS .

i am open to fulfilling anything that you’re looking for , and i’m also open to working based on chemistry !

a best friend would be nice 🥺 or i’ll cry

his ! first ! love ! jinhyuk experienced literally every first with this person ( first kiss , first time , first everything ) and he hasn’t really gotten over them despite their relationship happening in high school .

he’s not much of a hookup person , but that’s not to say that it’s impossible for him to have one or two .

platonic soulmates ! borderline best friends , but also teetering over the line of being confidants .

someone who flirts with him but he’s absolutely oblivious to it . this could be done either romantically or platonically .

perhaps someone he has a crush on ? he doesn’t voice his crush on them because it’s a new feeling of love all over again , and he doesn’t make the effort to even tell friends about it .

anyone else who works at kahlo’s pls raise your hand 🥺 and may they be worK FRIENDS I’M BEGGING

i’m sure i’ll add more , but this is what i have for now ! it’s nearly 2am and i didn’t eat dinner so .. embarrassing luv .

#irvingintro #pls excuse the page being on dash only for now #i'm still editing and such !#this took a lil longer than expected #i have a short attention span PLS call me out on it

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love-pyramus · 4 years ago

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Bandanas

Ok, so this is a shrot story I wrote! It features some OC’s who I haven’t talked about, but I love this concept and plan on expanding!

@buttonsdelaguerra @logic-cat @sososayshi @luv-ya-hun @panicky-pancakes @nowisthetimetocarrythebanner @brooklyn-is-here @veel556

Mentions of past torture for warnings, name calling, and a brief description of a panic attack for the warnings!!

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Sasha kept her head down as she walked into her new school. Walking to the office she saw a few kids scattered around, and a group of them had bandanas covering the lower halves of their faces. She walked into the office, hoping someone would show her around. “Um, my name Sasha Robinson. I transferred here.” The secretary barely looks at her before handing a schedule over. Sasha walks out of the office to try and find her locker before the bell rings. “Are you new here?” Sasha looks up at that. There is a girl standing there in a tube top and mini skirt. “Y-yeah,” Sasha says. The girl looks her over, and Sasha suddenly feels self-conscious in her Tuck Everlasting shirt and doodled on jean shorts. “Leave her be Cami,” A taller boy is standing behind her. The girl, Cami, rolls her eyes and walks away. “I’m Milo.” He says. Sasha smiles. “Sasha.” She says. “Where’s your locker? I’ll help you find it.” It turns Milo and Sasha share a lot of the same classes, and he’s also in the theater club. “Hey, Milo!” Sasha follows Milos look to see one of the kids with a bandana on running towards them. “Sam!” The two do some weird handshake and begin talking. “Word of advice new girl.” Sasha turns to see Cami again. “If you want to fit in, don’t bother with the kids with the bandanas. They’re freaks.” Cami then disappears. “How was Charleigh today?” Milo asks. “You know, a little more irritable, but it’s been three years since being found, so they’re better every year.” Sasha tilts her head curiously but doesn’t intervene with her questions. “Hey, auditions are after school today, you should come,” Milo says. “M-me?” Sasha asks. “Yeah. I mean, I’m assuming you’re a theater kid with your shirt and key chains.” Sasha nods quickly. “Yeah, yeah! I’ll come!” She says. The smile she lets out is infectious, spreading to Milo, and it’s visible in Sam’s eyes though his mouth is hidden. After Sam leaves Sasha looks to Milo. “Uh, Cami said to avoid the people with bandanas? Why do they wear them?” Sasha asks. She purposefully left out the part where they were called freaks. “Well, uh, it’s a symbol I guess. For their friend Charleigh.”

Throughout the day, Sasha encountered more people wearing bandanas, but they were all kind. The bandanas were of all colors, blue, green, grey, tye-dye, and more. At the end of the day, she realized she didn’t know where the auditorium was. Looking around she spotted another person with a bandana, this one purple. “Um, excuse me?” She asks. The person with the bandana turned. They were in a flannel with a non-binary pin on the breast pocket, and they looked a mix of irritated and frightened, clenching and releasing their fist. “I was-I was wondering if you could tell me where the auditorium is?” The person nods, losing some edge, but clearly not all of it. “I’m Sasha by the way.” She says. “Charleigh.” They respond, and Sasha nods. “Do you know Milo and Sam? I met them earlier.” Sasha asks. The two are walking down the hallway now, Charleigh making the turns automatically. “Yeah, I know Sam and Milo.” The two have reached the auditorium at this point, and Sam runs out of the auditorium. “Charleigh! Good to see you! Thanks for bringing Sasha! Want to stay and watch?” Sam asks. He doesn’t have a bandana on at this point, instead it’s wrapped around his arm, which confuses Sasha a bit. “I’d love to, but I have to go home. Have to see the counselor today. Tomorrow?” Charleigh asks. Sam nods. “Sounds great! See you then!” The corners of Charleighs eyes lift as they smile. “See you then.”

“Sasha, your voice is amazing!” Charleigh exclaims. The two were sitting in the back of the auditorium after the second day of auditions. “T-thank you.” She says, blushing at the praise. Charleigh nods in response. “Ey, freak! Why don’t you take off the bandana?” A yell comes from the other side of the auditorium. Charleigh begins picking at the skin around their nails, and Sasha takes their hands. “Don’t do that. Listen to me, ok?” She asks. Again, the small smile she’s giving is infectious. “Now tell me, what play is the shirt I’m wearing from?” “Hamilton,” Charleigh says. “Right. What’s your favorite number from Hamilton?” Sasha asks with a smile. “Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story.” Sasha smiles. “It’s a great one. Major tear-jerker.” Charleigh laughs at that. “Do you want to come to my house? I have some autographed playbills.” Charleigh offers. Sasha nods excitedly. “Yeah!”

The two walk into Charleighs house, and into a room painted royal blue. There is a bed in the corner, and theater, play, and movie posters scattered around the room. A bookshelf takes up one of the walls, completely full. “Here are the playbills.” There is a frame with almost a dozen signed playbills in it is on the wall. “Woah,” Sasha says. Looking around, Sasha notices something else. “Hey, it’s you and your friends before the bandanas!” Sasha says pointing to a photo. Charleigh laughs from on their bed. “Yeah, it was.” Sasha moves to sit on the bed next to Charleigh. “Why do you guys wear the bandanas?” Sasha asks. “Because I’m a monster,” Charleigh says. “What? No, you’re not!” Sasha exclaims. Charleigh pulls a piece of paper out from behind the old photo. “Read it. Read the article.” They say.

Thirteen-year-old Charleigh Andrews was found after being missing for three weeks. They were found in an old boxcar. There are little to no physical injuries, save for the completely bloodied and torn up lower half of their face. They range from long and deep, to short and shallow, though there is going to be quite a lot of scarring. The psychological-

Sasha stops reading when it reaches the part about the mental effects. “You were tortured…” She whispers, almost in awe. “All for one bastard to get a damn release,” Charleigh growls. They’re facing away from Sasha, lying on their side. Sasha puts the newspaper clipping down and pulls Charleigh to sit up. She reaches around their head and rests a hand on the knot keeping the bandana up. Charleigh moves away from her, pushing the bandana against their face. “No...I can’t…” they mumble, and Sasha nods, giving them space. They move closer to her eventually. “Wanna see more playbills?”

Sasha sings her final note as the curtains close, moving off-stage. It was months after the two had met, and Charleigh and Sasha had gotten closer. Charleigh makes their way backstage, holding a few flowers for her. “Sasha! That was amazing!” They exclaim as they see her. Sasha blushes at their compliment, and grins, taking the flowers. The two go out for dinner after, with Charleigh’s eyes showing they were grinning and paying before Sasha can do anything. The two go to Charleighs house after, sitting on their bed. They were sitting close when Charleigh moves away. Sasha’s face falls. “Why?” she asks. “You’re too close to a monster. You’re going to ruin your entire career at school.” They whisper, and Sasha sighs. She slowly reaches her hand around Charleighs head and places a hand on the knot of the bandana. Charleighs shakes a little as they nod. Sasha gently unties the knot and lets the purple bandana fall. She gasps upon seeing the maze of scars around the entire lower part of their face. Charleigh looks down but Sasha leans forwards and presses a quick kiss to the largest and most jagged scar. “I want to wear a bandana.” She says. “No. I’m not letting you do that.” Charleigh shuts her down quickly. “Why not?” Sasha asks. “I’m not going to let you ruin your reputation at school by having you join the ‘freak crew’ as we’re so kindly called.” Sasha pouts for a seconds before voicing an idea. “What if I wear one as a headband?” she asks. Charleigh looks hesitant but agrees.

A few weeks later Sasha and Charleigh are walking through the halls, Sasha had donned a yellow bandana as a headband, clasing with the purple of Charleighs. Charleigh was walking backward so they could face Sasha, and was laughing at something she had said. Their laugh was infectious, causing Sasha to grin. Charleigh was about to say something when someone quickly pulled the bandana off. It seemed to fall in slow motion, and Charleigh gasps and pulls their shirt over the lower half of their face but the entire hall has gone silent and is staring at them. “C’mon freak! Show us!” Someone yells. Charleigh tries to run but someone pushes them back. “C’mon freak!” “Take away the fabric.” Charleighs breathing is erratic, tears falling down their face, and eventually, they manage to break out of the crowd and sprint down the hall away from the mob. “What is wrong with you people?!” Sasha yells. The entire group turns to look at her. “Three years ago! They were kidnapped! Or do none of you remember because you’re all too self-centered and too blindsided to remember why someone is different! Who gave you the right!?” Sasha yells. She walks towards the group and they part for her. She picks up the fallen bandana from the ground, turning to look at them. “I hope you guys are happy.” Another stunned silence fell over the group. Sasha turns and sprints in the direction Charleigh had run in.

“Charleigh?” Sasha calls. She walks into the auditorium and listens. She can hear choked breaths coming from the wings. “Charleigh, it’s me. It’s Sasha.” She announces as she walks towards the stage. Climbing up she walks to the wing and kneels in front of the curled up trembling figure. “Charleigh,” She whispers, putting a hand on their shoulder. “No! No!” Charleigh whimpers. “Hey, it’s ok, it’s ok. It’s me, it’s Sasha.” Charleigh slowly looks up, the scars once again on full display. “I know, I know,” she soothes as they let out quiet whimpers. She begins gently tracing each scar, trading off each time there was a place where two crossed as Charleighs breathing calmed. “There you go.” She whispers. Sasha opened her arms to let them know they could hug her, and they did, beginning to cry again, listening to Sasha hum. Once they were calm, she goes to hand the purple bandana back to Charleigh who shakes their head and points to the yellow one Sasha was using a headband. She takes it out and gives it to Charleigh, who ties it around their face, and Sasha ties the purple one around her head. “You ready?” Sasha asks holding out her hand. Charleigh takes it and shakily gets up. “Ready.”

#Bandanas #Original story

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chaeiimimi · 3 years ago

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Hi for the matchup event can I get a matchup set to the song Mr.lover man ? Please?

Some facts about me would be that I am a Virgo I love writing , reading , stargazing , and music. I really like astrology and astronomy and I am a cat person . my pronouns are she / they I spend most of my time with my 9 cats and my sugar glider. I'm 5'1 with red hair .... Um yeah

( I really hope I did this correctly if not then please feel free to ignore this )

I love your writing so much and I hope you have a great day! Please remember to drink some water and take care of yourself ! :)

I match you with...

Kuroo Tetsuro

Its almost ironic how you fell for this man, your love for cats and his feline features just fits perfectly. You (and your nine cats and sugar glider) were his home. He could spend his whole life watching stars, reading your works and adopting cats if it meant being with you. You were just so sweet and warm and you keep him grounded when things are a rough.

You weren’t really the time of person to go clubbing, yet your feet brought you here, lost in an ocean of strangers rubbing their bodies with each other to the beat of the extremely loud music that engulfed the whole premise

The bass of the bar’s music tingles your ears, the beat causing vibrations to reach your chest, your hands felt bigger and you can’t feel your legs from all the dancing, were you hyper aware of your own existence? Or were you just too drunk?

Why were you here? You know you’re not supposed to be here, why did you come here?

Ah that’s right, you were wishing you could see him, your lover

Your lover that stole your first kiss, your lover you’ve spent most of your high school and college life with, your lover who you shared a home with, adopted your nine cats and sugar glider with, the lover who made you feel safe and happy, the lover who you broke up with because you felt like you were not good enough, the lover who you neglected for months on end because you were drowning in self-pity and insecurities, the lover who cried in front of you begging you to stay, but you left anyways

What were you doing here in your mom jeans, baggy shirt and your pair of old vans? Your hair was a mess, your face was bare and you knew that you were nowhere near the level of the people he hung out with

And the lover who was now in front of you, his hands wrapped tightly around a woman, a woman who was very clearly levels above you, her figure that’s shaped like an hour glass adorned by a red skin tight dress, long legs that contributed to her towering height maybe at 5’8 , luscious black hair that reached her waist, her left hand placed on Kuroo’s waist as they talk to guest who looked like high-class people in their fancy suits and dresses

The sky was clear that night, you were on top of a little hill, Kuroo was setting up your telescope while you were setting up your snacks “hey babe” you called him, he whips his head to your direction with a soft hum “what would you do if ever we break up?” you asked he dramatically gasps and clenches his shirt “babe you really don’t think we could last do you? You’re hurting me here!” you roll your eyes at his antics and proceeded back to your task “if we were to break up, I’ll just have to get you back again, that’s a promise”

He lied

You slowly pushed your way through the cramped crowd, your knees wobbling, your hands shaking, was it because of the alcohol or was it because the extreme pain and regret in your heart? your vision started to blur because of the tears, the loud music was now muffled by your own heart beat

You knew you shouldn’t, but you still asked for another shot from the bar, you downed it in one shot, quietly hoping that it would at least ease the pain as you were forcing your mind to think about your pets waiting for you at home instead of him

You made your way out of the bar, fortunately you were sober enough to call a cab and walk somehow straight

You made your way to the exit, hoping you don’t bump into someone

But oh boy was it your lucky day, you bumped into a man, a very drunk man per se

“watch where you’re going missy! Do you want me to beat you up?!” you looked up and you were greeted by a very angry looking man

You apologized profusely but stopped when you felt your arm getting grabbed

“since you’re a pretty girl, maybe you can apologize to me in a different way”

You backed away, the fear sobered you up but he just steps closer and closer whenever you take a step back up until your back bumped into a hard figure

A scent engulfing your senses, you recognize that scent anywhere

“hey man, I don’t appreciate you harassing women” he says, his tone friendly but laced with coldness

“especially if it’s my woman” he added, your heart’s pace quicken as you felt your knees wobbled like it was about to give out, thankfully he encircled his other arm on your waist to support you

The drunk man couldn’t do anything and walked away spouting out curse

“hey, you alright kitten?” he asks his voice significantly softer

You couldn’t hold it in, you cried loudly, thankfully the music muffled your voice

Kuroo was quick to engulf you in his embrace, burying your face in his chest

“I missed you so much” you said in between sobs

“I don’t think you miss me as much as I missed you kitten”

You stayed like that for a while, before you pulled away

“you should go back to your date” you said, bitterness clear in your voice

Instead of letting you walk away he scoops you up and carries you like a sack of rice

“Kuroo! What are you-“

“Do you think I would ever let you out of my sight again? god I was like a living corpse for six whole months and she’s Kia, my cousin”

You stayed there silent, too embarassed to speak, how could you assume things so quickly?

“kitten?” he suddenly calls you as he exits the bar with you on his shoulders“hm?” you hum in response

“you know I don’t break my promises right?”

BSHSHSHSJ you are so sweet😭💖, I hope you like this one, I couldn't bring myself to write about a character's death but I did try my best to somehow relate it to the song, please take care of yourself luv😊

#Chaeii's 100 followers event #haikyuu playlist #haikyuu matchups

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thanksforthedinosaur · 5 years ago

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may 2020

[ambient/electronic] 1. peter bark - ascension 2. akisai - ecossaise 3. savoir adore - dancing temples 4. rhucle - rev 5. meitei - nami 6. alonefold - strange rainbows 7. daniel avery - illusion of time 8. jim perkins - held (holographic field re-work) 9. green-house - peperomia seedling 10. four tet - green 11. the leaf library - about minerals 12. morimoto naoki - aru 13. hollie kenniff - under the loquat tree 14. zoe polanski - the last frontier 15. ulla - i think my tears have become good 16. lucy gooch - my lights kiss your thoughts every moment 17. ocoeur - glow 18. talsounds - no rise 19. benoît pioulard - toward a boundless uncertainty, sunlit but shivering 20. dj python - te conocí 21. eluvium - virga i (ii) 22. arbee - 2sum (charlie dreaming remix) 23. warmth - the creek - mixed 24. 36 - stasis sounds for long-distance space travel (stage 2) 25. aether - seoul [piano] 26. brian eno - celeste 27. itoko toma - shade 28. haruka nakamura - one light 29. robert haigh - black sarabande [lo-fi hip hop/chillhop] 30. cocabona - image 31. ridhorules - here to stay 32. ngyn - aerith 33. snail's house - thinkin' of u. 34. city girl - ji-eun's favorite 35. chromonicci - midnight 36. eevee - romance 37. goosetaf - dancing trees 38. yutaka hirasaka - what if 39. tatsuya maruyama - love you (lo-fi remix) 40. kuranes - cozy again 41. slick walk - the devil's lick 42. pabzzz - skippin rocks [hip-hop] 43. dumbfoundead - inside 44. vel the wonder - roses 45. kari faux - look at that 46. bosco - attention 47. jean deaux - moody! 48. kiana ledé - movin. 49. juice wrld - righteous [r&b/jazzish] 50. nakala - she interlude ii 51. alina baraz - endlessly 52. loony - white lie 53. savannah cristina - comfortable 54. umi - mother 55. fleur east - easy to love 56. be steadwell - succulent 57. keiyaa - do yourself a favor 58. cleo sol - when i'm in your arms 59. masego - veg out (wasting thyme) 60. adrian younge - synchronize vibration 61. king most - jazzy as fug 62. thelonious coltrane - perfect timing 63. thundercat - unrequited love [ambient hip-hop/electrohop] 64. 4s4ki - nexus 65. yaeji - my imagination 상상 66. (g)i-dle - luv u 67. sullii - moonlight 68. bladee - dna rain 69. charli xcx - forever 70. doja cat - say so (snakehips remix) [electropop] 71. clams casino - i'm god 72. madge - ethanol 73. aether - normalcy 74. kelly lee owens - night 75. ohey - over & over 76. washed out - too late 77. jody wisternoff - blue space 78. purity ring - silkspun 79. keep shelly in athens - 23 garefi str. 80. the avener - conscious shadows 81. kllo - still here [indie pop] 82. empress of - void 83. ambar lucid - questioning my mind 84. kalbells - mothertime 85. malena zavala - ritmo de vida 86. bendik - himmelen [indie rock/emo] 87. mundy's bay - sleep away the summer 88. no tongues for quiet people - lake house lake house 89. orchards - stealing your sleep 90. covet - nero 91. the used - the lighthouse 92. hayley williams - roses/lotus/violet/iris [popish] 93. the aces - daydream 94. oklou - sgsy [shoegaze/dream pop] 95. strfkr - second hand 96. momma - biohazard 97. varsity - runaway 98. blushh - deal with it 99. mint field - natural 100. nova one - violet dreams 101. candace - still phase 102. winter - endless space (between you & i) 103. snarls - walk in the woods 104. ellis - saturn return 105. white poppy - orchid child [pop rock/indie rock] 106. tops - colder & closer 107. bacchae - hammer 108. diet cig - who are you 109. kailee morgue - this is why i'm hot 110. bryde - paper cups 111. hazel english - wake up! 112. porridge radio - give/take 113. long neck - cicada 114. crisman - portrait 115. anna burch - every feeling 116. honey cutt - hung up on me 117. phoebe bridgers - kyoto 118. trace mountains - fallin' rain 119. purr - gates of cool 120. ghostly kisses - barcelona boy 121. addy - strawberries 122. options - wandering 123. little kingdoms - breakfast at noon [indie/folk] 124. faye webster - in a good way 125. laura marling - held down 126. marla hansen - path 127. squirrel flower - red shoulder 128. hey cowboy! - detective farmer brown 129. katie heckel - help you mend 130. lilly hiatt - move 131. erin lunsford - don't leave me in the dark 132. katie pruitt - my mind’s a ship (that’s going down) [indieish] 133. lisa loeb, michelle branch - doesn't it feel good 134. mandy moore - easy target 135. vanessa carlton - i can't stay the same 136. fiona apple - heavy balloon [acoustic] 137. tim kinsella - pine cone 138. ichiko aoba - kiseki wa itsudemo (gift" live ver.") 139. stella jang - reality blue [j-indie/j-rock/etc] 140. okada takuro - lost 141. mitsume - 睡魔 142. clammbon - fluttering 143. akaiko-en - junky 144. scenarioart - it's all right 145. österreich - film 146. nano.ripe - ラストチャプター 147. the peggies - weekend 148. polkadot stingray - jet 149. tk from ling tosite sigure - reframe 150. room97 - faq [kawaii future bass/etc] 151. nyarons - we are human beings 152. couple n - farewell 153. kizuna ai - again 154. pikasonic - sapphire 155. kijibato - 月宴(音街ウナ) 156. jam2go - apotrope 157. skule toyama - united in the night 158. adrianwave - goodbye 159. serph - banana bread pudding [rina gets her own category] 160. rina sawayama - stfu!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0eYsXid4rsiWOKxkjsS3XZ?si=Li4nIbirQ0GWUgXS9xlb6g

#posting this early b/c it already has so many songs #mae makes playlists #aka always so quick to cry

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mydark-aesthetic · 6 years ago

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21 Questions Tag

Tagged by @flawedwitch

Thank you, luv

Rules: Answer 21 questions

Nickname: Ives, Sherlock, Belle

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 5′ 5′’

Last movie I saw: Abbott and Costello meet Dracula

Last thing I googled: Oriole

Favorite Musician: Dallon Weekes

Song stuck in my head: State of my Head - Shinedown

Other blogs: @gothicdoughnuts

Do I get asks: Sometimes, but I wish I got more

Blogs following: I’m following 119 blogs.

Amount of sleep: 5-9 hrs

Lucky number: 13

What I’m wearing: Black jeans, black and white stripped shirt covered with holes with safety pins

Dream job: Conservator of ancient objects

Dream trip: Prague or Machu Picchu

Favorite food: Pasta

Play any instruments: I used to play cello

Languages: English and bad french

Favorite songs: King Charles- Yungblud Phoenix- Fall Out Boy Black Soul- Shinedown Absinthe- IDKHBTFM Off With Her Head- Icon for Hire

Random fact: I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: old combat boots, headphones, purple hair, full moon, black cat, gothic architecture

#asks #questions #thank you so much!

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gotatext · 6 years ago

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yo, im not gonna lie guys, im super drunk, so this bio is like.... completely ocpy and pasted but;.... pls plot with me..... im so excited to bring this baby here.... i feel it is the perfect place to write her and i hven’t had the chance to in so long ..... love me..... and greta........ please im so excited this is back, last time i played jack..... n willow??? i think....... maybe archie too...... dont even remember...... who i fuckin played..... but i was here...... and queer..... loud..... and proud..... god this dumb bitch needs to sleep.....

GRETA O'DRISCOLL

20. born in marfa, texas. luvs wearing gingham print dresses and cowboy boots. vert into art and pornography, and particularly the combination of the two. wants to do a PHD on gender studies and female autonomy in porn.

( kristine froseth | she / her | cisfemale ) hey, you hear ( young lady, you’re scaring me by ron gallo ) playing over on the ( rv lot ) ? that’s where ( greta o'driscoll ) lives! i heard they moved in from ( marfa, texas ) exactly ( four months ) ago. they’re very ( zealous ) but also pretty ( erratic ). maybe that’s why davie keeps calling them the ( libertine ). starlit is full of people, but this ( 20 ) year old is really going to liven things up around here! ( nora | 23 | she / her | gmt )

personality: easy-going, deceptive, manipulative, self-reliant, profound, amiable, nihilistic, self-serving, laid back, independent unmotivated, self-corrupting, charming, lazy, impulsive, alluring.

likes: art, music, philosophy, DC comics, arcade games, candyfloss, fish and chips on the beach, deep red lipstick, marijuana, dogs, Kate Moss, late-night strolls, chemistry, suspenders, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, cold coffee, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, DJ sets, magnolias.

dislikes: bananas, coffee, mental mathematics, children, misogyny, the imaginary future, literature, Wes Anderson films

muse tag

aesthetics: a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, mom jeans, a beaten up pair of adidas, strawberry laces, knee-highs, chapped lips, split knuckles, bruises you try to cover with concealer, stick and poke tattoos, sleep caught in your eyes on a lazy afternoon, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, a rucksack permanently packed for the move, a streak of red across your lips, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

cliffsnotes on biography

- she’s called greta (under witness protection), and she’s a serial dater. she’s incredibly restless and doesn’t settle. before she came to seattle, she’d lived in 8 different cities in 3 years. born into a single-parent house with two older sisters so always surrounded by women and as a teenager she often let boys walk all over her bc she just craved male attention - every place she goes, she becomes a new character, someone who’s a figment of her imagination, as if each city is repertory theatre and she’s a character actress, so as a result everyone from her past views her as a completely different person depending on when she met them. - she’s been involved in a series of destructive relationships because when people discover she’s not who she pretends to be she often gets explosive and defensive. - (tw gun) she’s now under witness protection and moved to connecticut because she shot a previous boyfriend in self-defence and his family are trying to have her done for murder, but she got tired of being moitored so is now even on the run from the police / her faked identity. - easy to get along with (provided you don’t anger, provoke or question her too much) because she WANTS your character to be entralled by her and will do whatever it takes to win them over. she wants everyone to love her - big into sports. big into gender politics. big into art. does a lot of art installation pieces to do with female and queer bodies. massive feminist. low key quite scared of powerful men bcos of her ex. wants to start a female only lesbian commune. big fan of the honey bee.

full biography

trigger warnings: drugs, domestic abuse, gun.

you never meant for it to happen. you’d heard the stories, of girls who let their man walk all over them, and thought to yourself “i’ll never be one of those girls…” the kind that eat low-fat yoghurt and drink slim fast to shred a few extra pounds because he said she was getting round in the tummy, or the ones who spent their evenings tied to a kitchen sink drinking wine while him and the boys played poker, wishing god, if only I could get out of here. not you, not you raised by strong women, four bright shining beacons. single mother with her hard-as-nails attitude and her stony glares, elder sisters (twins) one ginger, one blonde, one doctor, one lawyer, both determined to take a bullet to the brain and a hammer to the patriarchy before they let a man touch them without asking. you were always so inferior, so insecure and small, like a bird (like a sparrow) with blonde plaits down your back sucking tropicana whilst your bosom buds sucked dick, their lips permanently ripe with stories of their sexual exploits, fake tan and glittered nails whilst you sat in the unbroken egg of virginity wondering what it was like to be loved. one day you found out.

lily milligan’s parents gone and a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. you’d never had a sip before that night. band t-shirts, denim shorts and the split soles of rotten converse that you refuse to let go of, you still clutched with both hands to your youth, but in a tube top now (borrowed from alice carmichael who had a sister in college) and a short tennis skirt, your feet not in trainers but in thigh-high boots. uncomfy as hell but lily said you needed to look sexy. you didn’t know if you wanted to be sexy. you didn’t know what kind of girl you were, if you were even a girl at all. but robbie looked at you like he knew exactly who you were, like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and his lips had the pink cupid’s bow of a movie star, and his hair was dark locks, curling like a mane. his hands were soft, and suddenly on your waist, and after three more shots his lips were on yours and his name was the only sound in your head and on your lips as you lost it in lily’s college sister’s bedroom beneath the glare of a T-Pain poster. you bled for what seemed like hours, his hand still in yours, kissing on the sofa as truth tellers and daredevils continued to spin a bottle of unprecedented youth. you thought it was love. robbie was the one. he loved you, you knew it, how else could someone be so soft? but soon he grew bored, scrunched up your paper heart and set it alight. then came the tears, the hatred, the ‘fuck robbie, in fact, fuck all boys.’ and that you did.

you were known for being easy. any boy could be yours for a night, as long as he promised to love you for those few short breaths and pants before you cried yourself to sleep. you felt poisoned, but poisonous as well, as if by ensnaring these young boys you were gaining power over them, and not the other way around. soon it started to work. they’d want more, but you’d deny them it, sick of sucking off silly schoolboys, they’d call you a tease, a vixen. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help but want older men. you got the history teacher first time, him bending you over his desk to sneak a hand up your tennis skirt as the after-school clubs carried on next door, unawares. love didn’t exist, not for you. it was nothing but a game for pretty young girls to play, bubble gum in their canines and a hand tugging at the hem of their cheer skirt.

there was so much anger inside of your small body, ‘beware of boys and their hook-like words’. hockey helped. there was something formidable about the feeling of a stick like a weapon in your hands and the thwack it made against thighs in the heat of a scrum - “slipped, sorry!” - you’d utter with a snakeskin smile, millicent quinn knowing that you’d hit her on purpose because she shagged robbie at that party last week. she couldn’t prove it, cobbled acne on her forehead turning green with disgust. ben came into your life like a car crash. two years your senior, with a baseball jacket and shoulders like a god. he became your personal hero. on the pitch, he was lethal. together, you could bring anyone to their ruin. each day after last period he’d be waiting in his car. you’d leap into his arms like a girl-half starved, love me, love me, love me, your heated kisses the envy of every junior girl. he was yours for three blissful years, utterly yours, and you were his, his star-spangled girl, and he was your knight - you were both the same, playing games, always difficult to predict. it was a shock to all when he proposed, high-school sweethearts find love in south dakota.

the engagement was a bittersweet affair; three months – you barely out of your gingham print skirts and into a graduation gown, him, a surly quarterback towering above your sisters, cigarette at his lips and a scowl like a fart in a lift. they hated him. so did you. but you were eighteen and in love, and he fitted the cookie cutter mould. everyone wanted him, and you had him. you had him and you were happy, happy, happy, and he loved you. he said he’d give you the world, anything you wanted hand-picked and given to you. instead, he gave you a jack russell terrier and a flat you couldn’t swing a cat in, wallpaper peeling like the rotten bits inside of you, the bits that only he knew. and you got tireder and tireder of the sad excuse of a life he’d picked out for you, him out doing god knows what to pay the bills, and you dancing on tables to pave your way to stardom, and this was love, this was real, until the shine wore off and your fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked cheerleader facade faded and the ugliness started to reveal itself, the whining, the petulance, the sharp-tempered cruelty, the mind games, the need to always win, win, win. he was dull, he was boring, he was nothing like the boy the girls had said he was and no chiselled six-pack could hide his lack of anything remotely interesting, your patience wearing thin until it snapped like rubber, a rucksack on your back, running shoes on your feet and the joint bank account emptied into your eighth grade birthday wallet.

you built your small fortunes working the casinos of sioux falls, a crimson dress and an attitude to match. bookish archie with his little dipper freckles was fun for a month before he became just as dull and dreary as the rest. a three-hour bus and you were in minneapolis, bright eyed and bushy tailed, fresh meat ready for the pickings. a hostel here, a friendly co-worker’s sofa there as you made what you could by taking off your clothes and shaking your ass like you were back in pep squad, doing what you did best. you met your fair share of creeps, and soon it was back on the road to escape a wide-eyed stalker and a restless itch for more. milwaukee, chicago, you made the roads your own. log cabins and lodgings, and the occasional motel, a beaten up pick up truck purchased at a scrap merchants – you got a few miles out of it before it bit the dust, and when you finally set it alight after nights spent lounging across the driver’s seat, a parka tucked over you as a duvet, you were sad to see it go. you’re nomadic by fault, never attaching to place, people or things, creating a new personality in every place you go like a character actress; each town is a different repertory theatre, and you’re the star. a compulsive liar, you even fib about your own name, to some you’re ellen, nineteen, bookish, a law student who likes smoking and cosmos. to someone else you’re rita, you’re twenty-five and look young for your age, like smoking, comics and fucking in public places.

in the bright lights of michigan, you found charlie, sweet charlie, too good for you, though you let him spoil you while he thought you were the small town girl of his dreams. next came abigail, who was fun until the jealously kicked in, and then luke, gorgeous luke, dangerous, exciting, who despite his temper, despite the fights, despite bruises down your spine and your teeth marks on his arms, loved you with the strength of a wildfire. there was destruction in your wishbones, a savageness from the field, from the pitch and now somehow in his arms, you were godly. he was cruel, he was careless, and he refused to fall at your feet like so many other boys had, which only you made you want him all the more. you were rage incarnate. you hated him so fiercely you thought you might kill him, so he played the only card you wouldn’t predict; proposed.

the house you shared was a backstreet flat in detroit, you make your name as a downtown singer while he foots the bill with pills. they have a drug for anything these days, to dull the senses, to pick them up, to drive you to insanity or pull you out of the madness hole. the two of you live like criminals on the run (you never told him that you were, living out your days as the enigma he wanted you to be), you with your voice like caramel and fishnet legs. you were his and his alone until his hand was at your throat and the gun was in your hands screaming at him to stop, stop, stop, until a bullet stoppered his brain, crimson staining linoleum as you cast yourself out like lucifer. self-defence was decreed the moment they saw your violet neck, black tears and headlight eyes and mind screaming red, red, red like the pom-poms you shook so willingly in school and the insides of his skull. you were gone, and “you” was born, renamed “greta”, boxed, shipped-out, and next-day delivered to vegas where under witness protection you were a student, blank slate, fresh-faced in a place where no one knew your name, doing what you always did and starting again.

#starlit:intro #starlit:ooc #pls plot w me im going 2 sleep but.... will reply tomorrow #spam me with ideas i LIVE for that shit x #⥂ greta o'driscoll. ╱ musings.

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seojvns · 6 years ago

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everything you didn’t care to know about seojun yoon.

basic statistics.

full name: seojun yoon.

nickname: jun, junnie, seo.

how'd they get it?: they’re just... variations of his name...

age: twenty one.

date of birth: april 27th.

zodiac: taurus.

gender: male.

sexual orientation: pansexual.

when did they realize this?: around the age he started being interested in people. it’s never been something he’s struggled with, it’s jus how things were/are.

nationality: american.

hometown: daejeon, south korea.

current residence: cortland, wisconsin.

occupation: freelance photographer.

for how long?: umm, probably since high school?? he started out doing it for free, to build his resume, and over time he began building it into something he could actually make money from. not much, but !! getting paid for doing something he loves?? really couldn’t ask for more than that.

do they like his/her job?: obvs!!! does he wish he could have a lot more clients?? ya, but he’s patient and he’s got the time.

salary: mm, depends on the job but probably anywhere from $150-250/job.

family.

any significant ancestors?: ummmm, no.

grandparents (describe relationship): he was really close to his grandmother, on his mom’s side, who passed away a few years ago. he’s close to his grandfather from that side too, but he’s a bit old fashioned in his views and sometimes conversations are... not really something he can take much from. but he likes his company, and overall they have a good relationship. his grandparents on his father’s side both died before he really got a chance to even know them.

aunts/uncles (describe relationship): there’s definitely a distance. when he was younger, he’d see more of them, and his cousins too, but as he grew up... it became less of a tradition his parents and his aunts/uncles bothered to keep up with. he sees them at family gatherings, usually around holidays, but that’s about it.

parents (describe relationship): there’s a lot of distance between him and his parents. his father’s always been distant, even at a young age he wasn’t very invested in seojun. but he’d buy him things, assuming that was a decent enough way to show his ‘love,’ but it only made seojun resentful of the money he tried to use in an attempt to get out of actually caring or showing interest. his mother, on the other hand, cared. but only when he was young. from the time he was adopted, at age five, until about eleven. after that she became more disinterested in him. she also started nitpicking him a lot?? like no snacks, finding a poem and critiquing it, etc. support wasn’t something he was given, which is why he’s become such a desperate lil people pleaser.

are they still together?: yes, yep.

what is the character's family life like: it was really lonely growing up, cause even if everyone was home they’d all be off doing their own things. usually seojun was in his room writing, or out exploring and taking photos. he probably would’ve found his way to his hobbies regardless, but their neglect definitely encouraged him to explore them in a way he might not have done much sooner.

what does their family love most about them?: hmm, probably his manners. he’s a good boy and he’d never embarrass them or anything when they drag him to events or parties, so, yeah!

hate?: they see him as too shy, and lacking of a personality, but really that’s just because they’ve kind of made him feel like he should just keep quiet and do what he’s told :/ and that’s exactly what he does.

does the family have a specific set of values?: his parents are very much the type of people who want everything to look perfect on the outside, and not care much about how they actually are on the inside.

what would their family be described like by another person?: reserved, well put together, successful.

have they ever had any pets?: he did! he had a dog, a samoyed, which he got from his parents for his seventh birthday. his name was ghost,, original, i know!

what happened to them?: he died a few years ago :/ it was a rly rough time for jun, who basically had him throughout his entire childhood.

relationships.

are they a virgin?: umm, nope.

how did they lose it?: i’m embarrassed just thinkin abt it.

have they ever cheated on a partner?: never would he ever!!!

has a partner ever cheated on them?: probably.

how did they react?: better question - did he ever find out? doubtful.

who was their first crush?: hard to say :/ he gets a new crush everyday :/

are they in any kind of romantic relationship?: no!!

how serious/relaxed is it?: hmph.

describe the relationship with their current partner: this is... pointless...

how did they meet?: why ask so many questions based on the POTENTIAL of him bein in a relationship...

who made the first move?: prob not seojun in any situation ... he’s not very bold

how does your character truly feel about their partner?: this.... is so redundant...

when did they realize this?: thank u, next!

who is your characters closest friend?: minnie uwu

how did they meet?: umm they’ve been bffs for as long as seojun can remember okay!!! so how they met is just one of those things he doesn’t... rly remember bc it feels like he’s known her his WHOLE entire life, u know??

why do they get along so well?: because they’re both cute and soft and they just vibe together well ok,, why question these things?? there’s been so many late nights up talking about anything n everything, so many heartbreaks that she’s been there for, so many adventures they’ve had n have yet to have... she’s his other half!!! <333

describe relationship with any other significant friends: adrian’s one of the most important ppl to him ?? like ever?? cause he’s jun’s best friend but also a lot more than that. even though they can’t seem to get things right, he’s always gonna have feels for adrian. kian......... gross where do i even begin!!!! seojun would literally die for kian. he’s more than his roomie ok seojun’s so disgustingly attached that no matter what kian did he’d never leave his side lmao #dedicated. jiwon is who seojun would be if he could choose his life sjfsfks she’s jus so,, uwu perfect n everything he aspires to be. he LUVS her even tho she can lowkey be a lil scary?? not in like a way that he’s legit scared but like... she can be intimidating a lil bit. rt if u agree

favorites.

favorite foods: sushi, korean fried chicken, fries.

least favorite food: black licorice, celery.

favorite colors: pale yellow and light pink.

least favorite color: whatever the fuck u call the color blue that tumblr chose for the new bg color fksdjfs

music: pop, r&b.

literature: mysteries!!

smell: honeysuckles, bonfires, fresh bread.

feeling: affection uwu

season: autumn.

pets: dogs, but... he loves cats too :/

place: hmm, he’s really drawn to the woods?? like when he was younger he’d go into the woods with his camera and a book and just spend all fucking day out there. there’s something really peaceful about it ?? and there’s just so much to experience... the woods jus make him soft, k??

favorite sport(s): huh

possession this character values most: his camera!!!!!!!! his journals filled with poems about everyone he knows.

why is it so important to them?: um, his camera is p obvious?? his poetry filled journals, well, that’s p obvious too. he doesn’t want to forget how he felt in the moments where he was inspired to write whatever he wrote.

physical characteristics.

height: 5′8′‘.

weight: 130 lbs.

body build: slim.

eye color: brown.

glasses or contact lenses?: contact lenses, but sometimes he’ll wear his glasses when he’s feelin’ lazy.

hair color: naturally it’s black, but he prob keeps it either light pink or blond.

scent: tbh idk what to answer for this, describing someone’s natural scent... hard.

voice: he’s got a soft voice :/

mannerisms: says ‘um’ and ‘uh’ too much, whining about nothing, watching anything/everything with subtitles, turns the tab on a soda can sideways.

style: comfy clothing mostly?? like loose fitting tops and form fitting bottoms.

how do they walk?: like a fucking model tbh???

what are their nervous tics: he’s blushing 99% of the time tbh,, nose scrunches, averting his gaze

usual body posture: umm, i’d say he’s got p good posture?? idk,,

preferred clothing.

underwear: boxer briefs babey!

shirts: loose!! t-shirts, flannels, hoodies. anything oversized.

pants: usually black jeans, like, 9 times out of 10.

skirts: nah.

jackets: more oversized shit.

shoes: prob jus black boots?

accessories: earrings, rings, make up. make up isn’t an accessory rly but i dunno where else to put that so yayuh that’s a thing.

formal wear: umm he’s a classic black suit kinda guy, prob w a bowtie, idk.

sleeping wear: t-shirts and boxer briefs,, do ppl ... actually have real pajamas? like in real life?

swimming wear: swim trunks ig?? weird question but ok.

intellectual/mental/personality attributes and attitudes.

did they go to school?: ya, duh.

where?: west bridge!!!

what did they learn?: he’s studying photography :-)

what were their grades like?: uh, they’re alright... could be better... he wants to do better but his focus is usually just... anywhere but where it should be. so he procrastinates, and turns in things late a lot, and still is trying to do better.

native language: korean.

do they know any other languages?: english.

how smart are they?: not... very... both book smart and street smart.

what is their strengths?: creativity, generosity, compassion.

weaknesses?: time management, insecurity, awareness.

character's short-term goals in life: don’t go to jail, pass all classes.

character's long-term goals in life: have a lil photography studio and live happily ever after uwu

how does your character see themselves?: umm, he’s self aware enough to know that he’s kind of sheepish?? he feels like he’s probably awkward in,, so many situations, rip, but he tries his best to not be too weird skfjs

how does your character believe they are perceived by others?: as a soft boy who wants to be everyone’s friend?? hopefully??

how self-confident is your character?: UM LOL NOT AT ALL

what makes their self-confidence waver?: everything,, he just never feels like he’s good enough?? prob because of his mom’s nitpicking, his parents’ lack of interest generally, and the fact that he just has a low self esteem overall.

what would embarrass your character the most?: being put on the spot about anything, having too much attention, falling for someone who doesn’t like him.

how does your character feel about love: he!! loves love!!! he rly thinks that there’s someone out there for everyone... maybe not in a ~soulmates~ sense, but he thinks that companionship is a big part of happiness.

about crime: he doesn’t commit crimes... often... but if he does it’s because he can be talked into almost anything.

people of a different sexuality?: loves everyone, thanks.

different nationality/race?: loves everyone, thanks.

how does your character show affection/love?: listening to them n remembering things they’re told, hand holding, doing literally anything they ask.

how does your character handle grief? not well. especially in the case of manon, which has left him with a terrible sleeping pattern and the heavy feeling of guilt.

what are they like when they cry?: prob like really dramatic,, like cry a lot while curled up in his bed under the covers kinda cry.

what can make them cry?: betrayal, loss, anxiousness, stress.

how does your character handle physical pain?: not well, he probably whines a lot and pouts even more.

emotional pain?: even worse. he’s so forgiving that even if someone hurt him emotionally, he’d forgive them, but he’d probably be lowkey sad (but in a self blame kind of way) about it for awhile.

is your character typically a leader or a follower?: big time follower.

what kind of energy level does your character typically display?: soft, upbeat,

describe their sense of humor: prob either lame or softly sarcastic.

hobbies: takin pics, writing poems, making playlists for people that’ll never hear them, watching shows instead of studying.

talents: ...takin pics, writing poems, making playlists for people that’ll never hear them...

extremely unskilled at: focusing! and sports.

if any, what musical instruments can they play?: piano :-)

emotional characteristics.

how does the character relate to others?: through soft interactions and deep conversations. he’s pretty honest and open, so if someone asks him something, or even just talks to him, chances are he’s being as open with them as he would be with his close friends.

how does the character deal with anger?: not well, but when he’s angry, he’s usually more upset than angry? and he wants to resolve things as quickly as possible, otherwise he’s stressed abt it until it’s fixed.

with sadness?: listens to sad music and cries in the shower. drama queen.

with conflict?: he’s always the first to apologize.

with change?: he’s actually pretty adaptable for the most part?? but if it were like a major change, maybe not as good.

with loss?: ummm, could be better!! probably gets a lil distant when he’s dealing with a loss.

what does your character want out of life?: happiness :/

what would your character like to change in his/her life?: the whole manon thing JFKLSF

what motivates your character?: his future, or at least the ideal future he has in mind for himself.

what frightens your character?: the fact that they could get caught for covering up a murder perhaps??? terrifying.

are they afraid of the dark?: ...yes, but he acts like he isn’t cause he’s embarrassed.

death?: not really?? like he doesn’t WANT to die or anything, but he’s not afraid of death.

what makes your character happy?: listening to good music, giving people things that make him think of them, the photo editing process.

sad?: being alone, the fact that his parents never care to check up on him, films where the main couple doesn’t end up together.

angry?: people being rude to his friends, being lied to, unnecessarily passive aggressive people.

aroused?: neck kisses, being called baby, someone who’s rly direct and just kind of... does what they want skjfsl

annoyed?: people who speak over other people.

guilty?: covering up a potential murder, turning things in late, lying.

is your character judgmental of others?: no. even if he doesn’t agree with their opinions/things they do he still tries to refrain from judgment.

is your character generous or stingy?: generous af.

is your character generally polite or rude?: polite!! angel boy.

optimistic or pessimistic?: optimistic.

introvert or extrovert?: lil bit of both??

daredevil or cautious?: cautious.

logical or emotional?: emotional lmao.

disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: he thinks he’s methodical and neat but he’s actually disorderly and messy.

would they rather be working or relaxing?: working, even though he thinks he’d rather be chillin he’s kind of terrible at doing nothing.

how do they feel about animals?: um... he loves them?? he’s the kind of person that’d accidentally let a raccoon in his house and let it stay.

what is their best quality?: his sincerity.

what is their biggest flaw?: how trusting he is.

#sjflskf what do i even tag this as #about.#u kno those myspace surveys ppl used to do #like in bulletin boards?#that's kinda what this felt like #v relaxing

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