#this is referring to ny dogs kitchen habits

[lobothebuilder]

At a certain point. Having 3 dogs in a 4 and a half room house stops being "you guys need to learn not to be under foot all the damn time" and starts being "you're right, I should have known you were there. You're always there, it was, silly to forget.

[reversecreek]

pops hip n winks at the dash. haaaaiiii. me again. i’ve honestly missed playing lana fr a while she’s one of. my most treasured muses bc she’s jst a silly n vivacious ball of sunshine or alternatively? a train wreck depending on which way u turn her in the light..... i actually hv two playlists made fr her n one is rly old bt it’s more like. songs that Remind me of her which u can find here n then here is more like. stuff u’ll most often catch her blasting on her record player as she dances around in her underwear w the curtains open. OH and here is her pinterest 🍓⚡

* kristine froseth, cis female + she/her  | you know lana jameson, right? they’re twenty-three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, a few hours? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to play that funky music by wild cherry like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole cherry red gym socks worn with nothing else, doodling penises in the condensation of a stranger’s car window, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘scrappy doo is a filthy slut’ thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is june 2nd, so they’re a gemini, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt, she/her  )

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. i picture it w dark oak floors n lots of light furniture. albums framed on walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i described it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as big as it was unloved”

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his wealthy best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n vic ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him.

(DRUGS TW) anyway so jameson records repped a few rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. real characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast n it was just. a very strange environment fr a child to grow up in. more zoo than home. more shaken snow globe than resting place. (END OF TW)

(ABORTION REFERENCE) her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana ws a kid she asked her why she’s so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door (END OF REFERENCE)

(DISSOCIATION TW) bc of the intensity of her parents ignoring her growing up lana adopted this sense of like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost bc she gt this strange outside feeling. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w no-one acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family. (END OF TW) her imagination festered an explanation out of smthn she didn’t understand essentially. lana used her imagination to do this a lot growing up. it ws kind of like the band aid she slapped over everything. after all she wasn’t alone if she was sword fighting imaginary pirates dwn the hallway with a poker from the fireplace. 

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. he’s the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her n cut the crusts off her sandwiches (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door bt was always over bc he had very strict parents tht he found suffocating)

(ARMY MENTION) SO when tommy announced tht he’d signed up to the army (bc of pressures from tommy’s military dad to fulfil some kind of stupid “legacy” tommy didn’t even care abt) n caleb said he was going with him lana ws understandably…….. completely blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving n was kind of like “wtf why are u doing this like what do u even think this is gna solve” etc n begged caleb not to leave her there on her own n jst to not sign up in general bc tommy had to bt he didn’t listen. 

ERM i won’t go into it but it didn’t turn out well as u can probably imagine bc the army is a terrible industry n caleb had to return home without tommy. he wasn’t the same after that. (END OF MENTION)

what’d been a rly close relationship before where he ws basically like a surrogate father figure to lana was Not there any more. he ws rly withdrawn n always pushing her away n snapping at her for the sake of getting her to leave him alone. on top of this lana had a lot of shit go down while he was away n rly just shouldn’t have been a kid alone in tht house. regardless lana thought if she kept grinning as wide as she cld she’d convince caleb to join in too. maybe if she seemed fine n happy he’d take the lead. maybe she’d believe it too n start to feel it n everything could go bk to how it was before her world became so different. lana liked the way the sky flipped when she tipped her head back on the swings bt this was different. everything was upside down bt this didn’t make her belly feel like she’d swallowed a butterfly and it wasn’t funny bt still, she kept laughing. always desperate to find something to laugh at n if she couldn’t find it she invented it. as long as ur laughing the world can’t b that bad.

she ws always well liked in school bc she jst tended to treat everyone like they were bffs no matter who like u cld have literally bumped shoulders w her once in the corridor n she’d be like OMG HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII let’s kiss<3 n like she ws a huge notorious flirt w any n all as well as incredibly impulsive n jst. wild honestly to put it simply too bt things like. changed a bit frm 16 onwards. (HYPERSEXUALITY & IMPLIED TRAUMA TW) she jst became far more reckless honestly n like....... jst didn’t rly seem to care after a certain point abt herself too much.... got herself in a bunch of bad situations.......... kind of jst flung herself to the wolves numerous times without any caution abt the way they’d bite. formed a lot of self destructive habits one of which ws cruising craigslist personals fr random hook-ups n like. she literally cld have wound up in a ditch somewhere honestly it’s a shock she hasn’t. despite various dips n inclines in her journey navigating this side of her it’s very much still present in her life to this day n she struggles to kno hw to control herself at points. sometimes she feels like a melting candle tht needs moulding by thumbs until it can form a person again. sometimes she’s only sure she’s real when she’s being touched. (END OF TW)

ANYWAY. laughs nervously. went to college to study dance bc she’s always loved dance in general bt specifically ballet (despite definitely not hving the discipline for it) n honestly this was both good n bad fr her. had a whole string of terrible heartbreaking relationships bc she tends to fall into those hard n fast n they were w a lot of bad people fr like 98% of the time. she kind of learned more abt what love is during her time there tho which is a gd thing bt she still isn’t very good at knowing hw to believe she deserves it so it’s a process. she hd fun tho. threw 498572598475 outrageous n elaborately themed parties. ws friends w pretty much everyone on campus. 

despite a strained relationship w her brother n having to go home to visit n check on him whenever he got rly bad it ws the first time it actually felt like she’d found a home in a lot of rly loving n genuine friendships n lana will never forget hw much that experience meant to her even if she definitely struggled there too. college felt like a place she belonged n then suddenly she couldn’t belong there any more n there was a big sense of floundering in that. like where do u go now when u’ve never known home elsewhere? how do u happily go out into the world if it means leaving ur world behind?

she applied to a dance company in LA n fell in w a pretentious art scene there full of wannabe andy warhols n the like. became a makeshift edie sedgwick to some guy w dyed white hair n the idea his every concept was revolutionary when rly he jst shot her dancing barely clothed splashing around in a random fountain in his friend’s mansion on an ancient film camera. she’d spend her days floating around on lilo’s and prancing in feather boas and racing with glitter leftover frm last night in her leotard w smudges of faint red lipstick to barely make her job on time. always a sexy train wreck bt this time? make it hollywood. 

(IMPLIED ALCOHOLISM TW) i won’t lie to u lana hs always partied way too hard bt then partying way too hard turned into slurping merlot thru a crazy straw shaped like a flamingo at 4 in the afternoon wearing penis novelty sunglasses n it wasn’t quite so much of a party when u were doing it on ur own. this rly snowballed into place in college bt carried on n wound up getting her fired from the dance company bc she turned up to rehearsals drunk one too many times n they didn’t allow fr sloppiness like tht. it was a “professional operation” that didn’t “accept that kind of behaviour” bt lana was jst like ummmmmmmmm that’s totally dramatic btw way to spank me in the town square like i’m gale w a raw ass n back in the hunger games bt ok sure i’m out ig. BOOP! (literally booped the director on the nose before leaving) (END OF TW)

honestly hd no idea what to do w herself after her job fell thru in LA n was pretty embarrassed actually upon sobering up the nxt day. cldn’t bring herself to tell her friends for a hot minute bc she felt like a failure or smthn n she was meant to be living this glamorous life out there being the classic wild n silly n fun Lana Jameson. cldn’t figure out how to repackage it into a funny story tht wouldn’t worry ppl. eventually wound up jst caving n telling her closest besties (shoutout freya n rosa) bc she ws hving a weird time dating losers n randomly living in LA even tho she didn’t kno why she was there any more after losing the job n they were jst like. fk it then. jst come here. we’re in irving. and so? mizz jameson packed her bags....

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones

the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed a bit of an instagram following #nepotism bt also fr her style (v penny lane-esque in some aspects. lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, bright red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights, holographic stickers of planets on her cheek n glitter used like highlight, 90% of the time a red lip) n bc she’s not gna make ur eyes bleed to look at or anything let’s b real

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once.

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring Act tht femme fatales wear in movies w most ppl. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as. hates being sad n always wnts to be happy / making ppl happy. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out. sometimes gets glimpses n feels the urge to close her eyes.

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories. she’s like oh ya this one time this guy made me ride him with a daddy saddle like i was woody and he was bullseye. he literally made me call him bullseye. or she’s like. oh ya once i had to run barefoot thru a cabbage patch bc this one farmer wanted to have a threeway w me n my friend tht we met off craigslist n every framed photo in his house was a pig dressed up in cosplay bt honestly they were kind of cute n he was sexy aside frm the murderous vibes n the fact he kept calling me babe which i’m pretty sure means he wanted to dress me up next bt like whatever honestly.... she tells jst the most batshit stuff n the person she’s telling it to is left blinking like. wtf.

uncontrollably flirty. insanely confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n will try. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n has a smile brighter than a ray of texas sunshine.

likes to roller skate n hs a red pair she’ll glide around in at night lit up by amber street lamps breath sticky w the taste of wine n lollipops probably heading to a random hookups. who needs ubers?

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. honestly likes dangling her whole body halfway out too. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops.

luvs bowie (ONLY aesthetically) n prince (wholeheartedly) n madonna (completely) n anyone tht’s a vintage style icon w little care fr what ppl think.

daisies n poppies r her fav flowers bc daisies r wild n overlooked n poppies r the first thing u look at in a green field. she’s had like 8472493874 ‘relationships’ n none of them hav lasted beyond a month / hav been terrible / hav seen her being treated badly / she’s cheated on them. honestly it’s like a burning train wreck but u can’t quite tear ur eyes away. often the heart of many sordid gossip scandals.

PLOTS:

TBA bc she’s only jst arrived in town i won’t lie to u all but i’m gna whip things up on here anyway n link in chat w updates at some point........ that said? lana is insatiable n it isn’t rly unlikely tht she cld’ve bumped into ur muse in a grocery store aisle n somehow a wild spontaneous adventure spawned frm that alone.......... if u have any immediate ideas we can discuss 😋

[sentimentlabotomy]

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Delcan Monroe Wellington

Pronunciation: Dell-kin  Mon-row Well-ing-tin

Nickname(s) or Alias: D, Dell, Curly-Sue

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Age: 20

Birthday: 07/05

Sexuality: questioning

Nationality: American

Religion: Agnostic

City or town of birth: Buffalo, NY

Currently lives: Downtown Buffalo, NY

Languages spoken: French (fluently) , English

Native language: English

Relationship Status: Single

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 5’3

Weight: 145 lbs

Figure/build:  not muscular, average build, slightly toned, hourglass figure

Hair colour: dark brown

Hairstyle: curly, short, bangs, naturally curly

Eye colour: hazel

Skin colour: mocha toned, darker with a tan

Tattoos: N/A

Piercings: ear lobes are pierced, wears colored studs, silver locket necklace

Scars/distinguishing marks: a scar over her right eyebrow, pink flesh tone, only ½ of an inch in length

Preferred style of clothing: {see reference}

Frequently worn jewellery/accessories: necklace, small earrings.

HEALTH

Smoker? N/A

Drinker? Recreationally

Recreational Drug User? Which? N/A

Allergies: seasonal allergies, cats

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: N/A

Any medication regularly taken: N/A

PERSONALITY

Personality: curious, observant/analytical, defensive, hot headed, driven, stubborn

Likes: antiques, records, tea, milkshakes, reading, people watching, dogs, rain, spaghetti, pancakes

Dislikes: excessive heat, liars, coffee, cats, people who speak ill of her grandmother, rap

Fears/phobias: being in large crowds, public speaking

Favourite colour: lavender, purple

Hobbies: reading, writing, antique collecting, record collecting

Taste in music: classic rock, blues, rock, jazz

SKILLS

Talents/skills: talented writer, avid reader, analytical & observant, intelligence in most areas of historical knowledge  & common knowledge.

Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles? Can drive car

EATING HABITS

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore (Vegetarian):

Omnivore

Favourite food(s): pizza, spaghetti, salads

Favourite drink(s): milkshake, loganberry soda

Disliked food(s): fish, sugar cookies, protein bars

Disliked drink(s): seltzer water, any diet soda

HOUSE AND HOME

Describe the character's house/home:

Delcan lives in a small studio apartment in downtown Buffalo, on top of a small antique store she runs. The business once belonged to Delcan’s late grandmother, who she had also shared the apartment with before her passing. Vintage interior, 80s vibe; plants, colorful cloth tapestry on the walls in the living room area. A small writing spot sits in the corner, complete with typewriter; next to a leather sofa adorned with accent pillows. A rocking chair in the corner opposite of the sofa, next to a large bookshelf that spans the rest of the wall on that side of the room. patterned rug, classic in design; estimated to be from the 40's, sits in the middle of the room, over the  hardwood cedar floors. small hallway, wall covered in framed classic rock posters. On the opposite side of the wall, past the wide opening, Delcan's room. A different theme plays into this room. Fairy lights on the ceiling, records on nails as decor on the walls. A Crosley record player sits in the corner, on a small end table. A wooden crate stored underneath. Her bed faces the opening, the headboard again the wall opposite of the record player. This is all beyond the entrance with no door. This space was once an open room, much like the lounge. Though, it has no windows. A floral rug lays on the floor, just as you step into the space. The bathroom is a bit further down the hall. A shower, a toilet, a sink; the works. The doorknob to the bathroom is a vintage flower design. The door itself is cedar, like the floors in the living room. As you see out of the bathroom, a kitchen area. Counters of marble, an average refrigerator and a microwave as well as an oven. Against the wall, a small dining table with two chairs. In the corner, a coat rack and shoe rug. Right next to that, the front door leading down the steps to the first floor/ lobby area.

they share their home with anyone? Who?

Delcan used to share the apartment with her grandmother. Unfortunately, she has since passed.

Significant/special belongings:

floral rug, typewriter

CAREER

Level of education:

highschool education, in her last year of college for business

Qualification: qualified with a business license  & communications in sales.

Current job title and description:

waitress part time, shop owner, full time

Name of employer:

Nana’s family diner (local family owned diner)

COMBAT

Peaceful or aggressive attitude? Aggressive at first, after time the aggressive mannerisms subside due to advancements in trust.  

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES

Parents names: ( Mother ) Eline R. Wellington.    ( Father ) unknown

Are parents alive or dead?

mother is deceased, father is unknown

Is the character still in contact with their parents? No

Siblings? Relationship with siblings?

N/A

Other Important Relatives:

Grandmother

Acquaintances:

neighbors, customers  at the diner & antique shop

Pets:

N/A

BACKSTORY

Describe their childhood (newborn - age 10):

Delcan Monroe Wellington was born July fifth, nineteen ninety eight; at five in the evening. Her mother was blessed with the baby girl, adoring her daughter with every ounce of her being. After money became scarce for the woman, Eline moved herself and her two year old daughter in with her mother. During the day, while Eline worked as an employee for a nearby jeweler. During the day, when Eline was at work, Delcan's grandmother took care of her. Not only did she care for her, she showed her music the two would dance around the room listening to records of the Beatles, the Beach Boys and the Monkees on repeat. Eventually, after the same routine for a pretty extensive amount of time; Delcan began school after daycare. Being 6 years old, she began kindergarten classes. Delcan had trouble making friends due to her stubborn mannerisms as well as her extensive differences in taste of music and shows. All of the kids she knew at school watched things such as ‘Barney ‘ and ‘Blue's Clues’. Delcan much preferred Winnie The Pooh and watching the Sherlock Holmes films with her grandmother. As time went on, Eline continued to work constantly. Delcan's grandmother, Dorothy; continued to be close with Delcan. Unfortunately, to the age of ten, Delcan had no friends to  account for besides her grandmother.

Describe their teenage years to adult (11 - 20):

Age eleven was standard in the way things were going priorly. Age twelve was certainly much different. At age twelve, Delcan lost  her mother due to a terrible car accident while she was on her way home from the jeweller’s shop. Dorothy kept custody of Delcan, who was beginning to change. Her hormones on top of her mother passing caused Delcan to pick fights at school, to which Dorothy eventually put an end to. After a few years of the two watching films, living together; listening to records continuously, Delcan got a job at the Nana's family diner at the age of 17. Working up to 5 hours a day after school, seven days a week; Delcan still made time for Dorothy on the weekends. Dorothy, who was an avid collector of antiques had opened a shop downstairs when Delcan was 13. It not only kept Dorothy busy, but it also gave her money to pay the bills. The shop was popular & all of the neighbors knew & adored Dorothy. At the age of 18, though, Delcan witnessed her grandmother begin to slowly forget everything around her. Unfortunately, Dorothy ended up with dementia at the age of seventy one. Within the next year and a half, Delcan took care of her grandmother until she passed. Unfortunately, it had been some time since Dorothy knew who Delcan was. After a small amount of  time to grieve, Delcan pulled herself together and began to work harder to keep the shop open in Dorothy's memory. So, Delcan works as a waitress to cover expenses. Business is booming & stays that way.

STYLE REFERENCES:

Face Claim: Tashi Rodriguez

[ohmyglamstam]

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Delcan Monroe Wellington

Pronunciation: Dell-kin  Mon-row Well-ing-tin

Nickname(s) or Alias: D, Dell, Curly-Sue

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Age: 20

Birthday: 07/05

Sexuality: questioning

Nationality: American

Religion: Agnostic

City or town of birth: Buffalo, NY

Currently lives: Downtown Buffalo, NY

Languages spoken: French (fluently) , English

Native language: English

Relationship Status: Single

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 5’3

Weight: 145 lbs

Figure/build:  not muscular, average build, slightly toned, hourglass figure

Hair colour: dark brown

Hairstyle: curly, short, bangs, naturally curly

Eye colour: hazel

Skin colour: mocha toned, darker with a tan

Tattoos: N/A

Piercings: ear lobes are pierced, wears colored studs, silver locket necklace

Scars/distinguishing marks: a scar over her right eyebrow, pink flesh tone, only ½ of an inch in length

Preferred style of clothing: {see reference at the end}

Frequently worn jewellery/accessories: necklace, small earrings.

HEALTH

Smoker? N/A

Drinker? Recreationally

Recreational Drug User? Which? N/A

Allergies: seasonal allergies, cats

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: N/A

Any medication regularly taken: N/A

PERSONALITY

Personality: curious, observant/analytical, defensive, hot headed, driven, stubborn

Likes: antiques, records, tea, milkshakes, reading, people watching, dogs, rain, spaghetti, pancakes

Dislikes: excessive heat, liars, coffee, cats, people who speak ill of her grandmother, rap

Fears/phobias: being in large crowds, public speaking

Favourite colour: lavender, purple

Hobbies: reading, writing, antique collecting, record collecting

Taste in music: classic rock, blues, rock, jazz

SKILLS

Talents/skills: talented writer, avid reader, analytical & observant, intelligence in most areas of historical knowledge  & common knowledge.

Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles? Can drive car

EATING HABITS

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore (Vegetarian): Omnivore

Favourite food(s): pizza, spaghetti, salads

Favourite drink(s): milkshake, loganberry soda

Disliked food(s): fish, sugar cookies, protein bars

Disliked drink(s): seltzer water, any diet soda

HOUSE AND HOME

Describe the character's house/home:

Delcan lives in a small studio apartment in downtown Buffalo, on top of a small antique store she runs. The business once belonged to Delcan’s late grandmother, who she had also shared the apartment with before her passing. Vintage interior, 80s vibe; plants, colorful cloth tapestry on the walls in the living room area. A small writing spot sits in the corner, complete with typewriter; next to a leather sofa adorned with accent pillows. A rocking chair in the corner opposite of the sofa, next to a large bookshelf that spans the rest of the wall on that side of the room. patterned rug, classic in design; estimated to be from the 40's, sits in the middle of the room, over the  hardwood cedar floors. small hallway, wall covered in framed classic rock posters. On the opposite side of the wall, past the wide opening, Delcan's room. A different theme plays into this room. Fairy lights on the ceiling, records on nails as decor on the walls. A Crosley record player sits in the corner, on a small end table. A wooden crate stored underneath. Her bed faces the opening, the headboard again the wall opposite of the record player. This is all beyond the entrance with no door. This space was once an open room, much like the lounge. Though, it has no windows. A floral rug lays on the floor, just as you step into the space. The bathroom is a bit further down the hall. A shower, a toilet, a sink; the works. The doorknob to the bathroom is a vintage flower design. The door itself is cedar, like the floors in the living room. As you see out of the bathroom, a kitchen area. Counters of marble, an average refrigerator and a microwave as well as an oven. Against the wall, a small dining table with two chairs. In the corner, a coat rack and shoe rug. Right next to that, the front door leading down the steps to the first floor/ lobby area.

they share their home with anyone? Who?

Delcan used to share the apartment with her grandmother. Unfortunately, she has since passed.

Significant/special belongings:

floral rug, typewriter

CAREER

Level of education:

highschool education, in her last year of college for business

Qualification: qualified with a business license  & communications in sales.

Current job title and description:

waitress part time, shop owner, full time

Name of employer:

Nana’s family diner (local family owned diner)

COMBAT

Peaceful or aggressive attitude? Aggressive at first, after time the aggressive mannerisms subside due to advancements in trust.  

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES

Parents names: ( Mother ) Eline R. Wellington.    ( Father ) unknown

Are parents alive or dead?

mother is deceased, father is unknown

Is the character still in contact with their parents? No

Siblings? Relationship with siblings?

N/A

Other Important Relatives:

Grandmother

Acquaintances:

neighbors, customers  at the diner & antique shop

BACKSTORY

Describe their childhood (newborn - age 10):

Delcan Monroe Wellington was born July fifth, nineteen ninety eight; at five in the evening. Her mother was blessed with the baby girl, adoring her daughter with every ounce of her being. After money became scarce for the woman, Eline moved herself and her two year old daughter in with her mother. During the day, while Eline worked as an employee for a nearby jeweler. During the day, when Eline was at work, Delcan's grandmother took care of her. Not only did she care for her, she showed her music the two would dance around the room listening to records of the Beatles, the Beach Boys and the Monkees on repeat. Eventually, after the same routine for a pretty extensive amount of time; Delcan began school after daycare. Being 6 years old, she began kindergarten classes. Delcan had trouble making friends due to her stubborn mannerisms as well as her extensive differences in taste of music and shows. All of the kids she knew at school watched things such as ‘Barney ‘ and ‘Blue's Clues’. Delcan much preferred Winnie The Pooh and watching the Sherlock Holmes films with her grandmother. As time went on, Eline continued to work constantly. Delcan's grandmother, Dorothy; continued to be close with Delcan. Unfortunately, to the age of ten, Delcan had no friends to  account for besides her grandmother.

Describe their teenage years to adult (11 - 20):

Age eleven was standard in the way things were going priorly. Age twelve was certainly much different. At age twelve, Delcan lost  her mother due to a terrible car accident while she was on her way home from the jeweller’s shop. Dorothy kept custody of Delcan, who was beginning to change. Her hormones on top of her mother passing caused Delcan to pick fights at school, to which Dorothy eventually put an end to. After a few years of the two watching films, living together; listening to records continuously, Delcan got a job at the Nana's family diner at the age of 17. Working up to 5 hours a day after school, seven days a week; Delcan still made time for Dorothy on the weekends. Dorothy, who was an avid collector of antiques had opened a shop downstairs when Delcan was 13. It not only kept Dorothy busy, but it also gave her money to pay the bills. The shop was popular & all of the neighbors knew & adored Dorothy. At the age of 18, though, Delcan witnessed her grandmother begin to slowly forget everything around her. Unfortunately, Dorothy ended up with dementia at the age of seventy one. Within the next year and a half, Delcan took care of her grandmother until she passed. Unfortunately, it had been some time since Dorothy knew who Delcan was. After a small amount of  time to grieve, Delcan pulled herself together and began to work harder to keep the shop open in Dorothy's memory. So, Delcan works as a waitress to cover expenses. Business is booming & stays that way.

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MANGOES (1/2)

PAIR: LIN x READER

AN: Hiii beautiful peeps! how are you? So, this is something I’ve been thinking about for a while but, as I’m not as half as talented as the people here plus being English my second language, I’ve always been pretty scared to write this. However in the last few days it became almost painful thinking about this story and not putting it on (digital) paper. So here it is the first part. Leave a feedback, if you want. Of any kind.

Before leaving you with the story, I’d like to thank the people I talk to here on tumblr and other social media: YOU ROCK GUYS! (and sorry if sometimes I bother you too much or get overexcited) (you know who you are)

WARNINGS: few curses (sorry), mention of period (I don’t think it’s too harmful but someone could be grossed out)

WORDS: 3072 (I’M SO SORRY)

here you are ‘Mangoes’ *plays trumpet*

You suddenly realized you were bouncing your legs and the ‘click-click’ of the heels could be heard in the whole airport.

You didn’t know why you were anxious.

Well, you knew.

But you hadn’t yet realized you were THAT anxious.

You rubbed your hands on your face.

You weren’t ready to face whatever was waiting for you behind that gate.

You hadn’t seen him in a week and, although you were over the moon when he told you he was going to bring Luz as his date to the Oscars, for both emotional and logistic reasons, you were regretting your choice: you needed to be with him.

To support him.

“Or to have his support?” You told yourself with a low voice.

The news caught you off-guard: you never said it out loud, but you were sure he was going to win.

To make everything worse? Paul, Benji and Justin were the nicest guys ever and you really enjoyed their work, but the love of your life was… The love of your life.

You weren’t worried about all that Egot, pegot, pigeon, how-you-wanna-call-it stuff. You were worried about all the preassure he received, you were worried about the future interviews, you were worried about the side effects of this loss on the creative process of the man you loved.

Deep in your mind you knew you were over-reacting but let’s face it: he had quite a ego and things like this could trigger in his mind trails of not-so-optimistic thoughts. You simply didn’t want him to build a fortress around his persona.

You’ve talked to him on phone in the past few days and even faced-time him: he seemed sad and upset, but it was something barely percepible. He said: ‘I have never thought I had a chance of winning. I was just thrilled to be there and to introduce Auli'i.’ On the other side of the emotions spectrum, Luis was furious and more than once he was stopped from publishing not so nice comments on twitter. Luz called you the evening after the ceremony and said she caught her mother sniffling on the balcony of the hotel room.

You knew what was happening: they were sad because they imagined he was sad, he was keeping all the emotions trapped in his chest to not worry them. He was usual to act like that until he reached the breaking point, which consisted in writing a heart-wrenching song or a fight between the two of you over 'why the arabic coffee blend wasn’t as good as the brazilian’ or similar silly things.

But this time it felt different.

It was different.

This time you’ll have to be the 'glue’ to keep him together, a thing that he did for you during the hormones or job-related freaking out moments.

But were you ready?

You didn’t know. You didn’t know how to get ready. You didn’t know anything except that his flight has just landed, as the board suggested.

You checked the time on your phone just to be blocked be the sight of your lockscreen. It was one of your favorite photos: he was napping on the bed, surrounded by 'his girls’: the twins only few months old at his sides and your dog at his feet. You came back from the kitchen with two bottles of warm milk just to find that heart-melting view. You snapped the pic quickly before waking them up.

'Lin, wake up.’ You tried to call him.

He had developed this strange habit during your honeymoon (which happened almost a year ago): as he was hot, he slept wrapped around your body with his head on your chest. You couldn’t complain as it was January, in Iceland.  But NY in September was surely hotter.

'Lin, sweetheart, you have to wake up.’ You repeated raising your voice a little.

'Don’t call me sweetheart.’ He mumbled in your skin.

'Ah ah, you are awake.’ You said poking at his head.

'Why did I marry such a smart woman that makes me appear so stupid?-he placed a kiss on your skin before turning his face towards you with a loving gaze- Oh, now I remember.’ He smiled.

'Don’t even try to compliment my beauty in order to stay in bed.’

'But it’s Sunday. And I’m on a very soft and warm spot I’d like not to leave.’ He smirked winking in your direction.

'Are you implying I’ve gained weight?!’ You tried to fake rage.

'Just in the right spots.’ He said.

'WHAT?!’ Now you were a little offended. You pushed him away and tried to leave the bed.

'Ehii. Don’t be mad at me! You are the one that explained me why women gain weight during period.-he stopped you on the side of the bed- And as I was saying, only- he kissed a spot on your shoulder-in- another kiss- the-kiss- right- kiss- places.’

'That doesn’t change my feelings.’ You replied sitting on the bed, checking the phone while he put his chin on your shoulder. 'Moreover I’m not on my period.’

'Yes, you are.’ He said.

'No, I’m not. Trust me, it’s difficult to not notice if you are bleeding.’ You snapped back.

You felt him streaching to reach his phone on the conforter.

'Yes, your period should have started 5 days ago.’ He said checking something on the screen.

'Please, tell me you don’t have a period app.’ You said trying to hide your laugh.

'If your wife turns into a angry and hungry, fire- spitting.. - you turned to watch him with revengeful eyes and he noticed- but super smart and beautiful dragon, you’d have done the same.’ He smiled.

'Well, your app is wrong… Not in the calculation (you mentally checked if 28 days has passed). But I’m not on my period right now. Although it’s very strange: I’m a Swiss clock!’ You said a little worried.

'Y/N, you have done crazy shifts at work this past week!’

'Yes, you could be right. It has to be the stress.’ You said putting your socks on.

'Absolutely! And you know which is the best remedy?’ He dragged you back on a lying position.

'Lin-Manuel Miranda, don’t even try. You have planned this brunch with our parents- you said getting up and heading towards the bathroom- So, you and that cute little ass of yours have to leave the bed. Or we’ll be late.’

'Hey! My butt is cute but it ain’t “little”!’ He replied lying on the side and pointing towards it.

You laughed and before entering the bathroom, you stood in front of the mirror.

'Did I really put on so much?’ You said with a defeated look.

'Man, I shouldn’t have never said it! - he facepalmed himself- or at least I should have put it in a better way. What I meant, you know, … It’s… Like… God, that’s embarassing…’

You turned to face him. 'Lin, I married you. And trust me, your 'emarassing-things-i’ve-done’ list is well know to me. Spit it.’

'Let’s say that your “side A” has … How can i … “Improved”.. Yes, that’s the word!’ He was stummering and blushing. He was simply the cutest.

'Whut?’ You giggled.

'In the last ten days, some outfits you wore were like.. Seriously mind blowing..’ He continued moving his hands as to show an explosion.

And you could recall few times he complimented you more than usual before leaving the house in the morning.

'But I haven’t forgiven you yet.- you said picking your clothes and heading towards the bathroom. Ah, I’ll need this room for a quite long time. Maybe it’s better if you use the other one.’ You said winking and closing the door.

'Damn, I knew this going going to happen.’ You heard him shouting.

What you both didn’t know was that you were having the same thoughts.

'What if she’s preg-..’

'What if I’m pregnan- No, Y/N, don’t even think about it. It’s just stress. Don’t think about it.’ You mumble to yourself while shampooing.

You were in your undies, washed, moisturized staring at your dress: a wonderful, pencil-skirt, teal and blue dress. It was one of your favorite as it was knee-lenght but it fitted you perfectly in all your right places.

It was the moment of truth: it was your reference to see if anything changed in your body.

You wore it and started pulling the zip up: 'side b’ area went smooth, no visible changes in you belly area either.

You breathed with relief.

'Ah! I was right!’ You said with pride.

You couldn’t be more wrong.

The 'improvement’ Lin pointed out was real and you had to remove your bra to close the zip all the way up.

'Damn it, he was right.’ You said putting your hands on your hips and noticing how your 'side A’ as he called it was quite prominent from the v-shaped cut.

You checked the time on your phone: 'LIN, WE’RE ALMOST LATE!’ You screamed rushing outside the bathroom.

'I’m ready in the kitchen waiting for you. Do you want some coffee?’ He shouted.

'Lin, we’re going to a brunch. Breakfast and lunch. Which means plenty of coffee.’ You answered back while putting on shoes, a blazer and taking your earrings.

'But I need my coffee.’ He insisted.

'You’ll have a ulcer soon if you keep ingesting all this caffeine.’ You get to the kitchen while putting on the jewels.

You found him staring back at you with his mouth open and his mug mid-air.

'What?’ You said putting your head down and shaking your hair to give them volume.

He was still silent.

'Lin? - you looked back at him- should I go change?’ You pointed at your dress.

'WAIT. NO. This is exactly what I meant earlier.. You’re just so.. I’m trying to figured out how you you possible ended up marring me..’ He said at the speed of light.

You were blushing as a 16 years old high schooler. 'I’m fluttered- you said kissing his cheek and putting his mug down, but I don’t think it would make a good excuse with the parents. Chop chop. Let’s go.’ You headed towards the door swining your hips more than usual.

'Is this some sort of punishment for what I said earlier?’

'Dang it. You really are a MacArthur genius.’ You winked teasing him.

The brunch went well until you all decided to have some fruit.

'I’ll take the mango salad.’ You said reading the menù.

'Mango? Y/N, you hate mango!’ Your mother said looking at you.

'I remember the time me and Luis’s sister were pregnant at the same time and we ate mangoes all the times. In fact, there’s a legend according to which if you’re pregnant with a Miranda, you’ll even dream mangoes.’ Luz said and all started laughing.

You and Lin, instead, widened your eyes and looked at each other remembering your unshared thoughts of few hours before.

You could almost see the huge, red-written sign spelling 'SHIT’ on each other faces.

Soon the other four people noticed your silence.

'Lin-Manuel, is everything alright?’ Asked Luis while the others were all smilig at you.

You were on the point of throwing up.

'Yes, papa. I think that Y/N wants mango just because I made her try the mango flavoured tea you brought us from London. Honey, maybe it’s better if you stick with strawberries. You know, fresh mango is a stronger flavour. You have plenty of time to exercise before starting eating it non stop for 9 months.’ He took your hand and gave it a little squeeze.

You got what he was doing as you haven’t drink any tea recently.

'You’re right.’ You almost whispered before excusing yourself and going to the restroom.

You could still hear Lin engaging a conversation with the two women about fruits and pastries to move their attention from what has just happened.

You went to the bathroom and put your wrists under the cold water in attempt to calm you down.

You didn’t want to think about this right now. You want to do it at home. With Lin.

Then you went to the bathroom and you found out your period came.

But you weren’t as relieved as you thought. Yes, you were sad. A little bubbly Lin wasn’t a bad thing at all. But apparently destiny had different plans for you.

Before going out you sent a text  Lin: 'False allarm. Red wave just arrived.’

You went back to the table and you found him still talking about the secrets for a flaky pie.

'Lin, your phone buzzed. You should check it.’ You said sitting down.

'Don’t worry, I’ll see it later.’ He answered.

'It could be something important’ you squeezed his thigh staring him in the eyes.

He got the message and took the phone. You could feel his smile fading. He took your hand and place a kiss on it.

The brunch continued and the six of you went for a stroll then each couple went a difference direction.

As you were walking home you passed in front of the supermarket and, as he could read your mind, he said: 'You still want that mango, am I right?' 

You nodded and added 'We also run out of painkillers and I’ll need them these days.’

'I’ll go to the pharmacy and you the store. Meet me in 10 at the ice cream isle.’ He said kissing you.

So you did. When you met next to the refrigerators, he was happier than when you left him minutes before.

'Since when pharmacy makes you happy?’ You asked while picking your favorite type of ice cream.

'Since they started selling… LOLLIPOPS!’ He jumped showing two candies and giving you one.

'You’re such a kid.’ You laughed.

He coughed showing the wedding band.

'Let’s go pay this fruit and ice creams.’

As you went home, you undressed to get ready to chill on the couch as each Sunday.

He was still in the bedroom when you called him 'Lin, do you want to watch a movie?’ You fell on the couch.

'Not yet.’ He shouted.

'Yet? Do we have to do something?’ You asked.

'Did your flood continued since this morning?’ He asked poking his head from the door.

'I’m sorry, what?’ You asked at the unusual question.

'Did your bleeding continued since this morning?’ He asked again with his hands wrapped around his torso.

'This is gross. But not so much.- you answered skeptically- Do you mind telling me why you’re asking me this? I’m ok with sharing, less details maybe.’

'Could you check again?’

'Lin!’

'Please Y/N. I promise I’ll explain if you do.’

'You’re acting weird but ok.’ You headed to the bathroom with him waiting outside.

It actually seemed like your period stopped so you went out and told him.'For your information, my period is not active right now. Now, my explanation.’

'Sit down and I’ll do it.-he showed you a spot on the bed- This is something I remembered from when Luz was pregnant and I went with her to the gyno- he saw the shocked and disgusted expression on your face- I STOPPED IN THE WAITING ROOM. Today, words keep failing me. However, there’s this thing called 'implantation bleed’ that resembles period but it’s the egg.. Implanting… It was more scientific in my mind.’ He chuckled.

'Lin, I don’t think..’ You said looking down.

'The mangoes, Y/N.’ He said with his eyes sparkling.

'I love your mother, you know this. But as a woman in a world were science exsist, I can’t trust “mangoes stories”.’ You said placing a hand on his cheek.

'Let’s just try. I’ve bought the test.’

That’s why he was so happy. You didn’t know what to do: this morning you realized you wanted to have babies as soon as possible. At the same time you didn’t want to be delusional. You were going to say no but you saw his expecting and hopeful eyes. You couldn’t let him down. Maybe he could have been right.

'Ok- he jumped up hugged you- but I’ll pee and then leave them in the bathroom. We’ll watch a movie and later we’ll check. Got it?’ You said.

'Yes, ma'am.’ He went to his wardrobe and took 3 boxes.

'Lin, three?’

'Just to be sure.’ He smiled.

'You’re a pain in the ass, Manuel.’

'I love you too.’

You both smiled at the inside joke.

You went to the bathroom, did what you have to do and then the both of you went to the living room with popcorns, your chopped fruit and the infamous tea.

Lin wrapped his arms around your legs, that were resting on his own, while your head was on his chest.

After ten minutes your heartbeat was almost normal, you started enjoying the story and started laughing at the improbable adventures of the characters.

15 minutes from the end, Lin stand up to go to the bathroom as he drank almost a litre of tea and you were so caught in the story, you didn’t even realize was going to happen.

You just heard him shouting.

You jumped from the couch and went to the bathroom expecting to see blood/ body parts missing from him.

'LIN! What the hell happened?’ You shouted as an answer.

You found your full grown husband on the floor with his hands on his face saying something you couldn’t understand.

You knelt next to him: 'Lin, what happened?’ You tried to remove the hands just to find his face red and covered in tears.

'Mangoes. Y/N. MANGOES.’ He said smiling even more.

You connected the dots and standed up to have a confirmation: the three test had 2 lines on it.

'MANGOES!’ You screamed crying before reaching the same spot Lin was.

After almost an hour of laugh, tears, kisses and 'mangoes’ you stood up.

You decided to not tell the news to anyone until the ultrasounds.

A month later you organized a little dinner at your house for your parents.

They found not one, but two little mangoes in their plates.

You could feel your heart in your throat. Your tongue was dry. Those memories put you even more on the edge of tears so you decided to stand up and walk a little bit just to see a huge billboard about Maldives.

“Oh, man.” You whispered with a defeated voice while the memories started to flood in your mind.

 IF YOU REACHED THIS POINT, YOU’RE A HERO  AND I LOVE YOU. THANKS FOR SPENDING A LITTLE BIT OF YOUR TIME READING THIS.

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