#those were EVERYHING to me when I was younger

[redd-byrd]

Channeling my stress into doing things I’ve been meaning to do so here’s Mouthwashing Actor AU bc I’m obsessed with those

Curly’s first introduction to his prop counterpart

At least Daisuke’s having fun

[callme-littlesunshine]

Missed you

Phantom x reader

Love is not always easy. It's everyhing but not easy.

I leanred it right after I fell in love with him. We were good friends... friends, i don't know if you can call us friends. He was a businessman and I was a Sister of Sin. Maybe he used me at first. He had his fun with me... messing around with me. I thought it was his way to show me that he wanted me. When I was younger, boys always did this but now... I am an Adult and I know this had nothing to do with that whad those stupid boys did in middle school. I almost lost my stay at the clergy because of him. I neglaced my duties as a Sister.But after talking to Sister Imperator she did give me a second chance.

After he broke my heart, I started to change, I.. was not bubbly anymore. I felt nothing, I was soulless to a point but it changed after I met him. He was so sweet. He wanted to bring my old self back, the bubbly one. I knew he tried hard, I know I was an arse to him. I liked him around but I was not showing it, scared that maybe he was also messing with me. When he was touring, he called, as much as he could. I missed him. The first few weeks it was no big change but after a while, I started to feel lonely again, missing him, missing his scent. Nothing smelled like him anymore.

One night, I was brave enough to sneak into his room. I wanted something from him. I missed him so much. I never knew I would miss someone like I did right now. i looked around to find something. Suddenly, I felt a strong pull to his bed, should I? I don't know. What if he returned and he found me in his bed? It would be... embarrassing. Shaking my head I went to the door to leave his room, but before I could opened the door, I changed my mind and went forward to his bed, standing in front, thinking. Ah fuck I don't care. I pulled the blanked away to crawl under them. Immediately I relaxed, feeling like he was near me again. That's when I realised... I fell in love with him. I tightened my grip around his blanket and closed my eyes. "I miss you" my voice was above a whisper, then i drifted into a dreamless sleep.

I never knew it could be that easy to fall asleep, before I was struggling with it, staying awake the whole night, thinking about everything I did wrong. I never wanted to get hurt like this but I was young and desperate to find someone who loves me as much as I would love someone. The next morning was... weird. I slept the whole night like a baby. Maybe I needed it more than I thought. I felt cozy and warm in his bed, feeling loved when he had his arms around me like he had now. I inhaled his scent and tried to fall asleep again, when I realised something. 

Arms around me... wait a minute. I snapped open my eyes and straightend up. I looked at Phantom. He was back... they were back again. "Phantom" my eyes went wide and a smile was pulled  on my face. "You're back" He looked at me, with sleepy eyes and nodded. i threw myself on top of him, hugging him like it was the last time. "I missed you" I whispered, because I would cry if I talked louder. "I missed you so much" that's when I stared to cry, silently. I don't want him to hear me. I knew he could feel it, he was a Ghoul, he even could smell the salty tears that are running down my face.

"I missed you too my beloved" he hugged me tight. sitting up. His tail made his way to my face, wipping my tears away while he had his arms around me, protectively. "Sorry for not calling you the last few days. I wanted to surprise you but it looks like you surprised me for sleeping in my bed." I heard his smile in his voice. my face went red, tears still running down my face. I hid my face in his neck. "I needed something that reminds me of you, it was a last minute decision, I was not aware that you would return back when I'm in your bed." I said honesly, laughing a little. He was back. He really was back now. Everything is going to be better now I know this. I love him... I really fell in love with him. Maybe he could repair my heart and fill it with love again. I know he could...He tried everything he could to make me laugh... even smile a little. I finally realised it. He was always there for me, when I felt like I did everything wrong, he was there for me, listening to me even when i was such an arse to him.

"Thank you for everything. i love you" I whispered in his ear. He stopped for a moment, his tail even stopped moving. My heart sank. Shit, please not again. Before I knew it, his tail was waving excitedly behind him. I slowly looked at him, his eyes sparkling and filled with love. "Say it again." I was confused. He wanted..? Oh.. I smiled. "I love you." He started to purr a little. "I love you so much.. thank you for always being here for me, after you were gone, I realised my feelings for you. I thought maybe you are messing with me... but even on tour you were calling me, making sure I was doing fine. Thank you for being so patient with me." His smile was soft now, like his eyes. I was honest with him, and he knew it.

"I love you too. I'll always be here with you when you need me. Maybe I could convince Sister that we could take you with us on tour. But for now, I am here...always." and with that, he placed his lips on mine, kissing me with such love that I almost forgot how to breath. 

[spookypotato]

Belated Valentine’s

I didn’t have time before, so I just wrote it now.

Characters by @lumosinlove

cw: there’s a spicy reference at the end

"Lo?", Finn more or less shouted in the general direction of their bedroom.

The brunette slid on the floor trying to come to a stop in the doorway and nearly fell over. It might have helped his balance if he hadnt put on his sweater while jogging down the hall, but they were in a hurry after all.

"Yeah, yep, I'm here. I'm ready.", Logan got everyhing out in one breath grabbing his coat in the process and coming to an abrupt stop in front of Finn, smiling brightly.

Finn ruffled through his brown curls, "You're hair's a mess, baby. It's cute though so you can leave it." He started smiling as he opened the door for Logan gesturing dramatically for him to go first.

"Too kind.", Logan said mockingly, but tucked himself into Finn's side.

The walk to the flower shop took longer than expected, because Finn saw something in the displays they were walking past and left his boyfriend with only a "Wait here." as Logan watched him rush into the store.

A few minutes later he came back out with a larger bag than Logan had expected. "What did you buy?", Logan asked with enough fake annoyance to cover up his excitement.

Finn reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of gloves, practically beaming at the other.

"Gloves.", Logan stated.

Finn seemed offended by the lack of enthusiasm his boyfriend was showing. „No Logan. They‘re not just gloves. They‘re couples gloves. He handed them over for him to look at as they continued walking.

„See.“, he gestured at the inside of the gloves, which had a second pair sewn into them,“ You can hold hands and be warm. That‘s incredible, right? I‘ve never seen them before but I feel like, since Nutty‘s hands are always cold, I thought you two might like them. More walks through the snow for you.“ Finn smiled, visibly smug about his purchase.

At that, Logan couldn‘t help the smile that crept on his face. He loved walks through the snow and Finn knew that. They didn‘t really happen often though, as Leo was still not used to the cold and didn‘t really want to spend more time in the freezing weather than he had to. But now, walks might happen a bit more frequently, they had to try out the gift after all, and if that would mean seeing Leos cheeks and nose pink from the cold afterwards, he definetley wouldn‘t mind.

Finally they stood in front of their destination. They saw beautiful bouquets of flowers through the glass and a few left over roses from Valentines two days ago. Big signs on the window were announcing a sale for all left over roses.

A lovely older man greeted them, once they went inside to get their order. „Good morning. What can I do for you?“

„We ordered a bouquet on O‘Hara a few days ago for today.“

„Yes. It was made today and should be done. I‘ll quickly check, just a second.“, he smiled and then headed to the back room.

Finn walked over to where Logan was standing and placed his head on the others shoulder. Logan could practically hear him thinking.

„What‘s wrong, love?“, he asked.

„What if this isn‘t what he wants? What if he just wants to relax and go to bed? He did have a pretty  packed schedules in NOLA, what if he hates it?“

„Baby“, Logan turned around wrapping his arms around the red head‘s waist. „If he doesn‘t want to do anything, we won‘t do anything. I trust him, that he‘d tell us if he doesn‘t like something. We can still give him the gifts and cuddle. Now don‘t tell me that, that wouldn‘t be a great day?“

Finn shifted, looking into his boyfriends eyes now. „ Yeah, you‘re right. Anything‘s a great day as long as I get to spend it with you two.“ With that he leaned down and kissed Logan‘s nose.

The brunet just rolled his eyes, „Safe it for later Harzy, otherwise you‘ll be all out of cheese.“

„Baby, I dont have a cheese limit.“, Finn‘s eyes started sparkling, a hint of mischief in them.

„Believe me, I know. Fucking sap.“

„Gentlemen.“, the man from before announced himself, walking into the room with their bouquet. It was beautiful, exactly like they had imagined it.

It was a fairly big bouquet with 4 bright yellow sun flowers all around. In between were a few diffrent white flowers of varying sizes and it was all held together by an asortment of leaves that made the yellow really stand out. The man handed it to Finn.

He looked at it before beaming at Logan, recieving and equally bright smile in return.

„It‘s perfect. Really, it‘s beautiful.“, Logan told him. He could probably see in their eyes how happy they were, so he seemed content about his work. They payed and then walked back to their flat. They would have picked up a coffee, but not only were they already late, but their hands were occupied with flowers, a bag and the burden of holding hands the whole way home, just because they were able to now.

It was kind of a miracle the flowers were still in tact once they arrived back in their flat, although Finn did notice how carful Logan had been handling them.

„Shit.“, he heard Logan as soon as they entered, while Finn shrugged off his coat.

„What? What Logan? What happend?!“, panic crept into Finn‘s voice.

„Do we even have a vase?“

„Logan Tremblay. How dare you shock me like that. I thought something went wrong! Of course we do.“, Finn‘s face started to relax as the too the flowers from Logan walking towards the kitchen.

„Since when?“, he heard from Logan as socked feet moved across the floor in his direction.

„Bought it once Leo had left. It‘s in the bottom right cabinet, can you get it?“

Finn carefully removed the wrapping to reveal the bouquet. It looked even better in their home. Finn was probably just imagining that though.

Then they heard a knock.

Finn had very nearly dropped the vase out of shock. When he had collected himself a second later he rushed over to their coffee table and placed them in the middle.

Logan was standing about 6 feet away from the door, not moving.

Leo must have forgotten that he had a key as they heard a muffled voice right before the lock klicked. Leo opened the door and called out almost before he stepped inside, „Sweethearts, I‘m home.“

„Yeah, you are our home.“, he heard from Finn right before two grown hockey players were on him.

He should have really expected what was coming. Logan had actually jumped up and pulled them closer together, both with his legs and arms. Leo‘s hands held him there securely. Finn was pressed to his side, face pressing into the taller boys neck.

„That was so cheesy, but it‘s fine for today.“

There was a short snicker from his shoulder, where Logan had put his head, „Unlike you. You are fine everyday.“

Leo groaned. „I‘m just going to let you fall down.“

„Oh baby, I always fall for you- Ouch“

Logan was sitting flat on the floor. „Peanut, how could you?!“

„Looks like you hit rock bottom, huh?“

Both of his boyfriends looked at him dumbstruck. Logan‘s expression changed into a betrayed after the inital shock.

„Don‘t waste it on me, Fish.“

„Baby, I‘ll always be trash for you.“, Finn contered, winking to Logan.

Logan broke down, rolling on the floor gasping for air. Finn looked over at his younger boyfriend, who was just staring at him, his cheeks flushing.

“Did- did you just fucking wink?! I think I‘m glad you didn‘t go all out with flirting when you met me. There‘s a chance we wouldn‘t be together, if you would have done that.“

„Hey!“, Finn shoved him, „You would have loved me.“

„Yeah I would.“, he kissed his nose.“Happy belated Valentine‘s. Logan, come here.“, Leo had a pout on his face, making grabby hands at his missing boyfriend.

He got to his feet and crushed into his boyfriends, after a week of being seperated hugging them as tightly as he could.

„Love you too, Peanut. Happy belated Valentine‘s day.“

„Wait.“, Finn froze, „We have gifts!“, Finn was trying to get out of Leo‘s and Logan‘s hug, but got pulled back into their embrace.

„You‘re all the gifts I need.“, he heard Finn grumble and added,“We can do those later, sweetheart.“ He hesitated a second then added,“or you could do me later.“

[honeyyu]

Sold | Nct - 001

Summary: Cho Miso lives a difficult life, she works full time jobs to take care of her sick mom. One of those jobs being an secretary to the most rich man of seoul. As she tries to take care of everyhing, she goes looking for her dad who had left them for almost 5 years now. Coming into the life of her dad she was caught up by formal parties and events, her dad finally identifying her as his daughter. And before she could even realize, she was bought by a group powerful rich men who called themselves NCT to be their new secretary.

Masterlist

Genre: Smut (+slight angst?) and a little bit fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.3K

Notes: I’m sorry if the things about CEO’s and companies aren’t like that in real life. I honestly don’t know anything about that kind of things. If anyone has any tips for me, let me know!! Now enjoy reading!

“Mom I’m going!” I yelled through the apartment. While waiting for an response, what probably wasn’t going to happen, I grabbed all the things I needed. After collecting all my stuff I just left, not wanting to wait for a response. She was probably still in a deep sleep. And why wouldn’t she? She could barely walk so better for her to stay in bed.

I pressed the elevator button a couple times. My mom always told me that wasn’t going to make the elevator go faster but I guess it became a habit. A habit I took over from my dad. I didn’t like thinking about him. He left us while my mom needed him, while I needed him. He doesn’t send us any money and my mom can’t work because she is sick. So since no one works, I had to make the money. For my mom.

Finally the elevator opened infront of me. It was always the same routine for me. Kinda boring you may think but on the other side very comforting for me. I had enough things on my mind. Things like; Where is my dad? Why did he leave? Why can’t he send us money? What is he doing right now? Does he have a new family?

No, I didn’t want to think about my dad but yes, I wanted answers so bad. That’s why I have been making plans to contact my dad again even though I haven’t made many progress. It was like he fanished from the world.

The way to the building was printed in my memory. You could blindfold me and I knew where the building was. A taxi would be perfect because I always wear high heels to work, but I can’t spend money on something so little and unimportant.

Arriving at the large building, I scanned my card on one of the gates. The sound of acces was familiar. Everyday it would be one of the first things I would hear. Accept for a couple times when the scanner declined my card. I would grow red by all of the police man running towards me. After knowing I just work there, a receptionist would call one of the technicians from inside the building and they would fix the problem. Usually this took around fifteen minutes, what caused me to be late for work. Another secretary would tell me to enter one of the CEO’s room. He would give me a threat about firing me. I have never been fired though so the threats don’t really bother me anymore. But I have to admit, the people who I work for are really intimidating even when they are not mad. The only reason that they don’t fire me is probably because I work after workhours and they never have anything bad to say about what I do, unlike the other assistants.

The glass elevator opened on the highest floor. Me and three other girls are only allowed up here. The three girls are the personal assistants of the 3 Kim’s (the bosses/CEO’s of this company). And I work under the personal assistants, kind of as a helping hand and ofcourse I work for the 3 Kim’s.

As I walk out of the elevator somthing catches my eye. Two young men walk out of the conference room. I carefully examine them as they’re still talking to each other infront of the doors of the conference room. The two men are around the same height. Both are in suit, one grey-ish and one in blue. One didn’t look completely korean, more Japanese. I could recognize because my parents used to take me to Japan when I was younger. The other one looked just Korean. As I looked at his face I noticed a scar under his eye.

As I was still busy looking at them, they suddenly turned around being done with their conversation. My eyes went wide as they caught me staring at them. Quickly I averted my head to the floor. “Could you be any more oblivious Cho Miso?” I muttered under my breath. My body went frozen by embarrassment and my cheeks flushed red.

I cant just stand here, looking like a complete fool, I told myself to get my body to work again. My head went up as my gaze met the two men still standing in the same position, looking at each other. Of course, I am nothing to them. How could I think like that?

I cleared my throat and walked up to desk. My desk was placed the opposite of the conference room so right now my back was facing the two gentlemen. Was I being paranoid or did I feel their eyes burning into the back of my head. Feeling nervous about them, I knocked over the little vase with yellow roses & deep blue iris in it. One of my colleagues gave me them to thank me for my hard work. We always give each other little gifts to show how thankful we are for one another. She was one of the few friends I have.

Water spread out over my desk, which was covered with papers. The vase was still rolling but I wasn’t concentrating on that right now. These papers were important, there weren’t any copies made of them yet. That was one of the many things I had to do today. To make everything worse, the vase hit the ground making it break in thousand pieces. “Fuck” I now said out loud as I saw the damage I caused. Honestly, I wanted to blame the two men who made me nervous in the first place but I couldn’t do it. They didn’t do that on purpose and its all my fault for feeling nervous.

Behind me I heard whispers. Since my shifts were different from the other assistants on this floor I knew it were the two men again. Or one of my bosses but they were too busy typing away in their offices.

My hands moved all of the papers from the desk and placed them on the ground next to my desk. They were drenched with dirty flower water. This was gonna take so many time to fix this. I most likely had to type them all over again.

When the papers were ‘save’ I ran as fast as I could in my heels to the toilets. I grabbed the first toilerpaper roll I found and ran to my desk again. Not concentrating on the men behind me, I cleaned my desk with the toiletpaper and when they were too drenched to use again, throwing them into the garbage can infront of the desk.

I was out of the toiletpaper roll and luckily my desk was dry again. Now I got the time to think about what the two men, who witnessed everything, were doing. To my surprise they weren’t in the place they were before. And as I looked further they weren’t even on this floor anymore.

“They didn’t even help me.” I complained while falling back in my chair, making the wheels of it turn. But then again I wasnt important as them so why would they care? As I wanted to complain more about their rudeness my eye caught something. The papers were on the desk next to mine, spread out a bit. But I left them on the floor. My eyes now went to the floor where I had laid the papers in the first place.

That’s why they are on the desk. Even the floor is wet. I left the papers on an already wet floor. They must’ve laid them there because as I mentioned before, no one was on this floor at this hour except for the 3 Kim’s. And no screaming or yelling was heard made by them so they didn’t had a clue about what just happened.

I jumped into conclusions too fast. They looked intimidating just like all of the people I see leaving and entering the conference rooms. But they were nice. At least that’s what I liked to think.

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[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

The Essentials (Donnyx Fem!Reader)

@owba-chan @tealaquinn @inglourious-imagines @war-obsessed

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The basterds hid in the shadows of Paris, moving undercover, drifting with the moon toward free France. After a few days, they made it to the city of Lyons, where there was a secret allied base.

The reason for their trip was most unusual. In fact, the basterds had only ever left nazi occupied territory once during the war. A year before, so Hugo could be identified, approved, and briefed by the OSS.

Since then, the basterds had lost three brave young soldiers: Simon Sakowitz, Andy Kagan, and Michael Zimmerman...

It took a few months and eventually orders from the general to convince the basterds to come back to the base so Aldo could choose a new basterd. It wasn't what the team wanted. There was nothing that could replace the boys they lost, but the general was right. The lack of manpower was costing them time and efficiency, and there were more and more injuries as a result. They couldn't afford to lose another troop. So,  they were convinced to take at least one more member to make up for it.

Aldo sighed, standing around the lobby with the basterds, smoking and waiting.

There were a few rows of women in uniform behind type writers, sending messages, decoding secrets and missions. Essentially making the world keep running. There were a few officers and troops around base that day, hoping to be recruited by the basterds.

Aldo approached a young woman in uniform standing by a desk. " 'scuse me, ma'am, my boys and I are here to meet with the general. You mind pointin' a lost basterd in the right direction?"

You looked up from a sheet of codes you'd deciphered and nodded with a kind smile, "Up those steps there, go down the hall, to the left. Big  conference room, you can't miss it."

Aldo smiled, "Thank you ma'am."

But before Aldo and the basterds could proceed, a corporal stood between you and Aldo, "Hey honey, how 'bout some coffee?"

You gritted your teeth, but kept your smile.

The basterds glared at him, and Smitty stepped up, refusing to acknowledge the man outranked him. Smitty may have been just a private but he outclassed the corporal... And frankly was much more of a man. "Come on, sir, she's got a job to do like everyone else here. I'm sure it's not so hard to get some yourself."

The colonel started to make a fist, power hungry, and eager to show his place above Smitty and half of the basterds.

Aldo rolled his eyes and sighed, "Come on now, corporal. Utivich here's just a kid. Stand down."

He nodded, with fake smile as he gritted his teeth, "Apologies, sir..." he cleared his throat, and looked at you, then back at them with a crooked grin, "Ah what do dames know, they love it! Especially with a man in uniform." He leaned onto the desk, and looked at you and lowered his voice, "So how about that coffee now, sweetheart?"

You clenched your teeth and your fists, but you nodded, forcing a blank smile as you muttered niceties through your bare teeth.

The younger basterds read the look on Aldo's face. 'Stand down,' he seemed to say... That asshole wasn't worth it.

But Donny, Hugo, and Aldo outranked him. And collectively pushed past him.

If it were up to them, it would have been so much worse for that corporal.

Donny was fuming, muttering something about wanting to beat some sense in to him. Donny's older sister worked in a factory back in Boston, and his younger sister worked as a secretary in a naval base in the Pacific, but if he ever even heard a rumor about anyone treating either of them like that, it would be over for that animal. And yet... it broke his heart knowing that it inevitably would happen anyway without him knowing.

Aldo wanted nothing more than to beat that corporal down. He fought all his life for a world decent enough for everyone to live in, and he was slowly giving up. And it hurt him to have to leave it like that...but sometimes the basterds just couldn't fix everything.

As for Hugo...the one thing he had left in Germany was his mother. She raised him on her own. And he couldn't stand that corporal, or anyone like him. If it were any other circumstance, he would have bashed the corporal's head against a wall. But for now, pushing past him would suffice.

"Men," The general nodded, acknowledging their salutes as he opened the door when he heard the unsynchronized, basterdized marching approaching the conference room door. He ushered them in, and they sat around a long table.

The general took a seat at the head of the table, in front of a stack of folders. Each one was the name and file of possible future basterds.

Each one of varying ranks, origins and stories, each one of them impressive.

And all of them were in the base that day. Each one came in for an interview of sorts.

Each one a medal winning sniper, or legendary sharp-shooter, or a rogue assassin.

But none of them were really basterds by nature....

Next, the general called in "Corporal Jonathan Williams, outstanding young man. Record number of headhsots in his platoon."

And there he was.

The disrespectful corporal. 

The only candidate to have shown up in full uniform, medals, pins, ribbons. Every one else was in civilian's clothes, like a basterd.

But he showed up, bragging, and pining for more recognition.

What more recognition could a soldier have than be a member of an elite squad like the basterds?

Aldo and Donny stuck with the shortest, simplest interviews, and Wicki made sure they stayed within the rules of decorum to make it as short for everyone as possible...

There was a knock on the door.

Without any authorization, Corporal Williams tried to assert and show his command while he ordered, "Come in."

There you were, dressed as a civilian.

With a piping hot cup of coffee in hand...

And moments later, there it went. All over his lap, his disgraced uniform, and his unearned medals.

There was a wave of silence...but of course under any other circumstances, the basterds would have broken out into a roar of laughter and applause.

"Sorry, Corporal...but then again, what do us dames know?" You shrugged, as you held out your compact mirror, and touched up your red lipstick. You smirked a little, hearing the basterds snickering.

You stood at attention after that.

The general smirked a little, and nodded, "Next, is Sergeant Y/N L/N."

Corporal Williams looked to you in disbelief, disgust, and disillusion...Simply because you outranked him.

Aldo nodded with a smile, gesturing for you to sit for your interview, "Sergeant."

The general looked to Williams, "Dismissed."

"B-but she-"

"Dismissed. That's an order." 

Donny smirked a little.

The general introduced you, "This is First Lieutenant Aldo Raine. Staff Sergeant Donny Donowitz, Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz, Corporal Wilhelm Wicki, and Privates First Class Smithson Utivich, Omar Ulmer, and Gerold Hirschberg. Boys, this is Sergeant L/n." Hugo, Wicki, Omar, Smitty, and Hirschberg saluted you.

You smiled and nodded to the basterds you outranked. You all took a seat.

You had to admit, you were a bit starstruck though you didn't show it.

Your heart raced a little as they went through your file.

And even more so when it was Sergeant Donny Donowitz asking the questions.

The more they heard about your impressive history in the army, the more Donny wondered about the brave soul behind it all. The embers behind your eyes. The drum behind your heart.

He wondered about the girl behind the soldier.

When it was all over, you and Donny hardly noticed that you were both looking into each other’s eyes...

You lifted your chin a little, clenching your teeth to spare yourself from smiling and falling, but you couldn't stop a sly devilish grin.

And it stole his heart.

The general nodded when it was over, "Thank you sergeant. Aldo, we've got Staff Sergeant Duke Livingston next-"

Aldo shook his head.

He didn't know much, but he knew how to read a room.

There was no need.

"Weeell, general. I'm thinkin' a basterd's what we need, and a basterd's what we got right here."

The general raised his eyebrow, "You don't want to see the last few? Or look through the files again, son?"

Aldo shook his head, "Nah...This here been enough, general."

The general nodded. He'd trusted Aldo to put his own team together once before. There was no regret in that.

So he'd do the same again.

"Sergeant L/N, I'm assuming you have everyhing in order to join the basterds, effective as of now?"

You nodded with a slight grin that caught Donny's heartbeat.

"Just the essentials, sir." You left a handful of objects on the table to be inspected and approved as you were led to another room to be debriefed.

On the table you'd left five things. Five things that had saved you from a world of pain, and five things you'd saved from the world you left behind.

A switch blade. Your oldest yet noblest possesssion. It had saved you quite  a few times. More than you cared to admit. You'd kept it on you from the moment you were allowed to walk to the corner store on your own, way back as a kid running around a rough part of an asphalt jungle.

Cherry red lipstick, with a tint of bordeaux. In fact, that was where you bought it, not too long ago. Well...you were a bit of slave to appearances yourself. It never hurt anyone to make a good first impression. Especially when nazis and top secret information was involved.

A mirror. A plain compact mirror. To make sure you looked ok. And to see behind you without turning heads, or raising alarms. A mirror to make signals. A mirror to remember who you were.

And if all else failed, a lighter. Yes, it was nice to light your own cigarette. But sometimes, other things needed lighting. Like...nazis...

And a flower. It had been taken from a lei. A sign of goodbye...Something that once was. Something you carried with you always.

Usually in your hair.

Donny was about to pick it up, but the general shook his head, "Wouldn't do that if I were you, son. That lady was just a private when her outfit was ambushed in the Pacific. Carries that thing with her for those kids lost back there."

Aldo sighed. He knew what it was like to lose good men. But he couldn't imagine losing his entire team all at once... Much less being the only survivor.

It didn't take too long until you were back in the room.

You slipped your lighter into your pocket, held your switchblade between your teeth as you put the flower back in your hair, and looked at yourself with your mirror. You put the knife away, along with your lipstick, and snapped the mirror shut.

Omar laughed a little, out of nervousness, and admiration, "That was a quick briefing."

You nodded a little, "Simple mission. Kill nazis. Scalp em for Lieutenant Raine. And try to make it to the end of the war." You winked at Donny, which took him back for a moment.

No one had ever been so forward with him...usually he was the slick one.

But damn did he like you...

So you travelled with the boys, back past enemy lines, into Nazi-Occupied France.

You didn't have to go more than a few steps it seemed, before you ran into a few nazis.

Rather...they ran into you.

A brand new basterd with a license to kill, the means and guts to do it, and name to build.

You were known in the Pacific for being a strong leader and a hell of a soldier. To the enemy you were known to be brutal.

There was a way about you. So deceiving. So comforting to the untrained eye. So menacing to the enlightened one.

Like a siren, calming and alluring to the unsuspecting man, but a threat and a beast to the one that was evil,

And there at your feet was a young bloodied, battered, black and blue nazi. Looking up at you, what he presuemd to be an innocent, civilian french girl, perhaps taking pity on him.

You crouched down by him.

The basterds stood around you, watching in curiosity.

You placed your hands gently over the nazi's cheeks, filthy with dirt, and innocent blood. His breath was shaking, his eyes were red with tears. He looked into your eyes. Warm and forgiving. But not for him.

For yourself.

Every nazi you took  was a chance to avenge brave men and women...practically kids that you fought with once.

Every nazi you took down avenged an innocent lives stolen from their own homes, not too far from there.

Every nazi you took down was a step closer to home.

He didn't know that.

And as you held his head firmly and steadily, you murmured something for him in the language that brought him comfort.

And in that final moment, in his last breath, his eyes went wide with terror, realizing what was really in your mind, the purpose behind your unexplained  caress

In that moment he was consumed with realization and horror.

And in that moment, you twisted your hands sharply, and snapped that nazi's neck, separating the vertebrae from his skull.

You took his scalp.

Your very first one.

Wicki nodded, and smirked, "Not bad. Ninety-nine more to go."

You smirked a little, and asserted, "I'll catch up." You cracked your knuckles, then wiped the blood away from your blade with the corner of your blouse.

Donny smiled as he handed in his scalps. He had thirty seven to go. "I like your style, kid. Where ya from?"

You grinned  a little, catching his eye, "New York." You wondered if he was just making conversation. After all, there was no way that wasn't in your file.

Aldo sighed as he inhaled some tobacco, "Well, we know that, Y/n. But we know New Yorkers get testy over which part of New York they're from. See, we got Queens and Manhattan back there,"

You turned and spotted Omar and Smitty eagerly waiting for your answer.

You smiled and nodded at Aldo, understanding...

You made direct eye contact with Omar and Smitty as you answered, "Hell's Kitchen."

You watched as their eyes went wide.

"You boys from uptown."

Omar shook his head, slightly intimidated by you as he pointed to Smitty, "He's from Manhattan."

"Upper West Side?"

Smitty nodded, gulping a little.

You shrugged, "I like Manhattan."

Smitty smiled and took a breath in relief.

Omar didn't ask about Queens...he left well enough alone.

The basterds set up camp for the night, and sat around a fire, trying to stay warm and fed, and entertained. Topics varied from night to night. Every once in a while the basterds went into their deep thoughts about life and earth and the world. Some nights they were subject to Donny and Omar fighting: Red Sox vs Yankees.

 Some nights were tiresome and quiet and smoke filled.

But that night, you were on everyone's mind. Your first  kill was an instant basterd hall of famer. Your name was on everyone's lips, and was carved into Donny's heart.

Aldo passed around a few bottles, "Alright, alright kid, how long you been a basterd for?"

You raised your eyebrow, "Bout twelve hours, sir."

Aldo shook his head, "Nah, you see... Most of em boys there been basterds damn near their whole lives. For example, Donny there's been swingin' that bat of his since before he could run. Me? I done my share of bootlegging. Hugo's been a traitor. You?"

You smirked a little, knowing what he meant. "Just me n the ring, sir."

Hirschberg looked up, and pulled the bottle away from his lips, "The ring?"

You nodded, leaning back against a log. "Yeah. I used to be champ of an underground boxing club, up until the war started." The click of your lighter sliced through the silence and shock among the basterds.

Donny managed to sputter, as he looked up at you, "A boxer, huh?"

You smiled, as you puffed smoke into the air, "Yup."

The silence evolved into incoherent chatter and bets among the basterds.

Hirschberg asked, "So...do you think you could take some of us down?"

Donny shook his head, "Hey come on, trained fighting is different from the bar-fight bullshit we throw."

Omar nudged you with a smirk, "Yeah but everyone from Hell's Kitchen fights like a fucken devil. With or without training."

You shrugged, "You got that right, pal." You had to fight from the moment you were born into a world that would turn a cold shoulder to you simply because of your chromosomes. 

And even more so when you overpowered what was expected of you.

Hirschberg chuckled and joked, "You should fight the biggest baddest basterd. Claim your title here too."

The basterds weren't laughing. They turned to him...

Then to Donny.

Donny tilted his head, his eyes gazing to you, pleading for a way out. He shook his head, "No. I'm not gonna hit a lady."

You respected him for the sentiment. But you'd faced eviler, and frankly bigger opponents, in and out of the ring. "Just sparring, Donny. No hits on the face, none below the belt, no one gets hurt. Deal?"

He hesitated for a second, but was egged on by the boys.

He was dared... By Hugo, no less.

And he was dared by you.

You with your smirking raised eyebrow, your silent grin mocking him, and cunning and calling eyes.

He nodded, giving in with an exasperated sigh. "Ok."

How much damage could you do anyway, he wondered. You were relatively tiny compared to him. And you rose to the occasion. You set out your cigarette on a patch of moss on the log you’d been sitting on. You passed the bottle of bad brandy over.

The boys went wild.

Wicki stepped up, "Alright basterds, I want a good clean fight. No hits in the head, no hits under the belt. No grappling, no rabbit hooks, no back handing. Clear?"

You both nodded, and pressed your fists together out of sportsmanship.

But that look in your eyes was so much more than that.

You distracted him.

You distracted him with your devilish smile, with your striking eyes.

You were quick with your strikes, and light on your feet. Your endurance was practically godlike.

There was a reason you were champion once.

And Donny had to admit that.

He also had to admit he was getting tired...

See, he had brute strength, for certain, but that wasn't everything, or even enough for a boxing match.

He also had to admit you had a pretty damn good swing.

He smiled...He respected the hell out of that.

And then... you swept your leg under his legs, knocking him down.

He leaned on his elbows, taking it as an opportunity to take a short, secret rest, while the basterds laughed, as he called you out. "That's not even legal in boxing!"

You crouched down, "I said underground. We fight dirty because that’s what brings in more bets." You held your hand out, and pulled Donny to his feet.

He smiled a little...somehow energized by your smile.

He looked back at the basterds, all indeed betting on how it would come out. Hugo smirked as he cheered on, as he always surprisingly did, "Donnyyyy!"

"Guess you still got it, kid." He winked at you, and you raised your head a little, your cheeks burning as you saw him bring his fists back up, sweat beginning to roll from his chest, and determination and intrigue in his eyes,

You blocked his next few hits, "Guess I do," you winked back at him, which was the ultimate distraction. His heart fluttered, and he smiled foolishly.

And you got him with a right cross, left uppercut, a jab, and then a fist going directly going to his face.

He shut his eyes. Couldn't help it. You were a damn good shot.

You could do some serious damage if you really wanted to...he’d admit that now.

Aldo made a damn good choice, that's for sure.

Donny opened his eyes in the absence of pain and a bloody nose, seeing your fist hovering in front of his face. He could see the fading pink marks of long forgotten and numerous scars on your knuckles.

"You were a bare knuckle boxer..." he murmured.

You lowered your fist, "God observation sarge." You smiled up at him cheekily...

That wasn't his only observation. He couldn't help noticing eveything about you. The small streak on your cheekbone from a forgotten victory. A chip in your tooth, from an unforgettable loss. A relentless soul that made certain you fought on. And the eyes of a basterd.

He respected the hell out of you as a basterd, as a fellow sergeant, and as a woman.

Aldo and Wicki called off the fight.

Donny rubbed his jaw as he watched you walk away... He sighed with a smirk, "What a woman..."

The next day you had your first mission with the basterds. Everything was going as planned.

And then, one of the last surviving nazis threw a grenade at the boys.

You ran and slid, picked up the grenade, and ran with it as the basterds ordered you to stop.

You raised your hand, and threw it back at the nazis, took cover yourself, and held your hands against your ears as it went off and killed the remaining nazis.

You looked back at the basterds. They all seemed to be in one piece. But they were looking at you with their jaws on the ground.

Donny rested his hand behind his neck as he asked, "Where'd you learn how to pitch like that, kid?"

You smiled, "I used to play baseball."

Omar raised his eyebrow, "You mean softball?"

"Yeah that too." You nodded as you cracked your knuckles.

Donny looked at you as if he'd never seen a woman before...

And he still did as the missions and the months went by...you never ceased to surprise him... But...The war grew more intense, and your missions got riskier.

Even more so when Donny realized why everything you did made his heart burst.

Goddamn... That first night, at the end of the ‘fight’...that was the moment he knew you could do some real damage to him, without your fists. You could break his heart, without meaning to. And there you were...running straight into a fire fight.

Donny ran after you, and pushed you down to the ground saving you from a guaranteed gunshot... ...and he fell on top of you...

 He looked down at you, "You can't keep doing this Y/n!"

You smirked, "Why not? I rather like it down here."

He grunted in frustration, "Because!"

You raised your eyebrow, but then your eyes went wide. You rolled out from under him, held onto him protectively, and shot an approaching nazi.

You looked back at Donny, "Because???" as you pulled him back behind a grove of oak trees.

"Because-" He leaned over and shot a nazi straight in the forehead, then looked back at you. He looked at you, his voice grew soft, his eyes were wide, "Because I love you."

You smiled a little, "Oh? I hadn't noticed," you winked, and melted his hert.

He knew it was your way of saying you loved him too.

And among the basterds, the blood, and the bullets, you kissed.

And so it began...

You had something more to fight for, and you had the essentials to do it with. You had everything you'd ever need to survive. You had your lipstick, your knife, your lighter, a mirror, and a flower. You had a memory of what you had to leave behind. And when you saw Donny, you had a glimpse at what you had ahead of you.

The basterds themselves had the essentials: A bootlegging hick, a batter from Boston, a traitor or two, a few kids from uptown, and a boxer from Hell's Kitchen.

Donny himself had the essentials. He had his brothers with him, his bat, and most importantly, form that day on, he had you.

*Based off of @sodapop182. 's amazing art!!!

[roxanne-xanne]

Anne and The world within

Chapter 1

How long I’ve been here? I don’t know anymore the concept of days, all I know was morning and evening where Chuck tortured me endlessly.

“I won’t kill yet. You have to say first you’re bloodline of Harold” Chuck say after he almost drowned me and whipped me.

Rather than saying anything, I spit blood on his face that makes him more agitated. He slaps me harder that make my lips taste blood. He walks out in the room after several of torture and still didn’t get the answer he wants.

I become numb to his torture to the point I’m not scared of dying anymore because I already gave up living. Its easier than expect someone to help me. But this man who came in make me think twice.

Red always treat me after Chuck tortured me, he always sneak in to gave some food and everything I need. Red is an interesting guy, he was fond in school because he didn’t have the opportunity to experience it and he has different persfective among his race.

“Again, I was born and raise here but it doesn't mean that I value the same thing. I can't oppose their believes but I have the right to believe what I want” Red says when he caught me looking at him.

“Do you hate me?”

“I wouldn’t say, I don’t hate your race because that would be a lie. I was raised to hate your kind that it become normal to me. That’s why I hope for younger ones to think and to feel what they want. Sounds contradicting right?” he continued to aid my wounds.

“I’m asking you, if you hate me not as Harold’s granddaghter?”

He didn’t answer, he just continue what he came for then leave but before he left, I said something to him. “Don’t generalized your hate, everyone is individual”

I put the blanket around me and for some reason I started to reminise all the events before I came here and experience this.

It was fine day at that time, everything was normal. Getting nightmares of a girl who looks like me, then waking up, getting ready at school after that I will talk to my friend and hear them talking about Dale.

Dale is who you can describe as tall, dark and handsome but not for me, I don't even gave a damn thing about him. But what makes me curious about Dale is, he was proctective to me ever since grade school but the funny thing is, we don’t even talk but whenever I’m in trouble he was always there to protect me then leave like nothing happen.

Then after talking to my friends, my teacher instructed us to used his time to find a book in a library that we want to make report and from there, everyhing become a mess.

While searching for a good book, I came to a corner that gives eerie feeling and honestly I don't know why but there's something on me that tells me that I should go there.

Without having any second thought, I step my feet on that corner and browse the books there. "What a weird book" I said while checking the book that piqued my interest.

The cover says nothing about what title might this book be nor it has a brief summary at the back of the cover. The paper looks like it survived the time and fire because it has burnt edges but apparantly that makes look like it was the intention of the manufacturer.

As I flipped the pages it gets more weirder and weirder, there's nothing on it except of my name at the very last page of the book. Before I closed the book something bit my index finger which result of dripping my blood on the book. After that happened, I feel little shake on my sorroundings, a howl of the wind and everything that I can describe as an effect on fantasy movie when they opened something they shouldn't.

I was gonna put the book to where I found it but suddenly I found myself in the middle of forest and was about to attack by red fox but like what I said, Dale is always there to protect me.

I was really surprised at that time when I see the red fox lying on the ground while bathing on his own blood then second later the fox turned into human. I was really shocked that I couldn’t move nor what to say at that moment.

Dale grabbed my wrist and then we started running. But the red fox was so fast that we end up cornered by them. Dale took one playcard out of his pocket. He tossed it into the air and said “Thou respond in my call for who am I your owner. Lend me strength, come forth Ari!" then a girl came out in the playcard and possessed Dale.

He fight them until the wolves pack saved us but I can’t say they totally saved us. We ride the big wolf but the red fox ambush us and grabbed me by my neck and put me here.

Chuck is the one who brought me here and put me in this situation. He accused me that I’m the granddaughter of Harold, which honestly, I don’t know where he get that. I don’t know who he is.

My whole body was trembling at that time when I thought I was gonna die. I wanted to cry and call my parents, to helped me. So, when an elder say that they must wait until they prove that I am related to this Harold, I was really relieved that I want to hug her.

But now, I don’t know anymore whether I’m grateful to be alive. I should die right there than slowly dying of losing hope to live. I put my arms around my knee as I hug myself then slowly closing my eyes as my tears started to fall.

"This way Mr. Harold. I saw them there"

"Leave no one. Slaughter them all child, women, men, anyone you see"

"But--"

"They will not listen to our peace . Its either to be killed or killed. That's our only way to stop this millennium war"

What are those voices? Mom and dad? But how come they are with them? What’s the meaning of this?

I open my eyes and to my surprised, Red is infront of me, untying my rope.

“Harold and his packs are coming here. You need to get out of here, they will kill you”

Red help me to get out of the torture room. He help me until I get far away in their village.

“I don’t hate… you” he said before he left.

As I started walking towards my freedom, something came to my mind. What will gonna happen to them? I'm not saint to not hate them, after what happened to me. I can't even stand properly nor stamina to walk but... Chuck is the one who made me like this not all of them.

And they were driven by war that started millennium years ago by their ancestors because of hatred for being different. I don’t know, why they can’t choose for their own future. Was it really disrespectful for their ancestor not to bring their hatred towards to different kind? Or that it became norms to them? I know that we shouldn’t forget our history but we shouldn’t live be their beliefs. History is there to help us learn and change our future.

I gather all of my strength to walked back to where the red fox lair. I run desperately at the middle of the village, hoping I could stop their upcoming war. But who am I again? I was fool to believe I could stop it.

One of the red fox shot an arrow on my shoulder and that’s when the wolves arrive. Dale immediately take me to safe place while the others started attacking the red fox. All I could do is cry silently as they slaugher the red fox. They can’t hear my voice. A howl is the only thing you could hear and that’s when you know the war is now gone.

[iamparadoxic99]

hey i want to know more abt ur ocs! if u dont mind it wld be cool if u could like. tell a little abt them

oh fuck, where do i begin. how about i start with the various random one i just have as a concept and nothing really more. like i got this living ragdoll that just sorta exists to make people happy and enjoys wearing various dresses cause dresses are fucking cute.than i’ve got this vague feral slime that like fuck society and all i just want to consume. and various other i’m forgetting at the mo

then i’ve got this one completly unique and original character that i’ve tried to write something of a story for, but never really posted any sort of finale version. And they’re Jinx teach, a nb writer that had dropped out of college due to agoraphobia that was caused by the high stress envoment of college. And when they woke up on their 21st birthday, june 13th, 2018. meaning they were born on a friday the 13th in june, 1997. Anyways, they wake up and remember their past life as this a Great Evil that once tried to destroy the world. but they’re not motivated to do that anymore cause they like the world they’re living in, even tho it’s just their small apartment they really refuse to go outside of, due to the above mentioned agoraphobia. but yeah they’re like 5′1, got grey eyes, messy mid back at least brown hear. and enjoy wearing large slightly oversized sweater

and i’ve got two other competetly orginal characters, that are dating, whom i have a series of various short stories writen about. One is Melody, an ace succubus, whom more of a huggubus, , and her girlfriend, Sapphire. whom i just realized in the latest piece of writting i’ve realsed for them is half vampire, half something or other. might be dullahan, might be somethign else i don’t know.anyways, there is just system in the world where succubi, whom live in a netherworld sorta of place, make deals with individuals that reside in the mortal plane, as well as some that don’t, to do things for them. usually these things are those that bring the individuals some of pleasure, in exchage for something the succubus believe to be of equal value to what they did. and usually it’s some sort of sex thing, which is reason in this world for why succubi are known as sex demons, but it doesn’t always have to be a sex thing. And that’s what Melody is all about, a succubus only does those non-sexual jobs and such. Which is how she met Sapphire, whom she basically worked as a cosplay model for, so Sapphire could make sure that the cosplays that she was making were good and nothing was off with them. And eventually the two of them started dating and living together. and they’re so in love with each other and i try and do a good job of making everyhing all cute and and some shade of wholesome. yeah, i’ve got some drawing as references to them on here.

let me move onto like my danganronpa oc, i’ve got this main one i’ve got fleash out but never done anything with. The Ultimate seamstress, she basically make all her own clothes and such. her name is Naomi Maki. And basically she started making clothes basically out of a sort of jealousy, cause she has i’m not sure if it was a twin sister or an younger sister that kept having growth spurts causing their parents to spend more money and attention on her sister than her. So in a childish, but also sad, way thought that hey, if i make some new clothes for her out of her old clothes, than our parents don’t have to buy her new clothes and they can start paying attention to me again. it was of course terrible, but her sister was basically enamored with her so she loved it. and that basically what set her down the path of being the ultimate seamstress. of course her talent isn’t limited to just sewing clothe together, she can knit, crochet, and do embroidery. She usually wears a sweatshirt dress. but underneath it is a tank top and short. She wears glasses as well.

and now my homestuck ones. all fantrolls. And i’ve basically got all the ones i’ve got fleashed out a bit, enough to even talk about, in a fansession i’m currently writing, so you can find out mroe about all of them by reading that. and i’ve also talked about them quite a bit already on here so i can go in a bit less detail about them all.so first is talbot, he is my tired son with a poor concept of self care due to her horendious sleeping habbits he’s an olive knight of void and has a crow lususi have caecam, she is my more free daughter, a teal witch of rage, with a bat lusus. she’s blind, but gets by with text to speach and echolocation. she’s really hard to descrine cause i actually don’t know what she’s about really either, she’s just really fleashed out and i get in this mind space for her.i’ve got algaea, my jade maid of blood. she’s somehow a functional disaster of a gay. she does martial arts cause she originated from a dnd 5e homestuck homebrew., so i just kept that in as a part of her whole character. she has also picked up several different hobbies and such cause she has overheard cute girls how pretty they think girls who do those sort of thing are.also somehow i’ve ended up shipping all three of them together paleways, in a threeways moirialship.

now i’ve also got athoos and paagal two halves of the same troll, but really, they’re not just halves, they’re two full trolls that just happen to inhabit the same body and used to be the same troll, but shhh… i haven’t really revieled that in the fansession yet, i’m getting to that. ones a bronze female heir of heart and the other is a nb page of mind.

i have ocyete whom i created recently for my fansession, is a nb purple seer of time, otaku whom just enjoys liing life slowly. and just always have a good idea of what is going on and what will happened.avsati, indigo prince of space who is all about the details of stuff. and can get a bit too wrapped up in it all. and yeah he can be a bit much, he he usually means wellfinally althaf, a curelean rouge of life that loves excerising and such. and while is he is a bit of a hot head and such. he never stays angry or mad long when he loese his temper, and always sincerely appologizes for his rude behavior

and that’s really all of my big major ocs that i can think of right now. and i spent like an hour on this wow

[bulletproofscales]

What if after a really hard breaks up Jimin puts on a hecc Ton of weight,the other band members notice and tease him till he breaks out in sobs n tells them y?

— THIS REQUEST WAS EVERYHING i am trying a new type of writting though, i hope its an improvement!!!–

“Uh, Jimin?” Silence. “Are you- Are you in there?” He heard Hoseok’s voice from across the closed door. He didn’t know why he wasn’t coming in, this was technically his room too. But he appreciated the gesture of fake privacy. “Jimin?” Hoseok asked again. Right, an answer; he has to answer something, anything. He didn’t even bother opening his mouth as a weak hum erupted from the back of his throat. He felt kind of bad as he heard Hoseok groan defeatedly at the other side of the door, before he spoke again. “We were going to get something to eat.” The older stated.

There was a minute of silence between the two. Jimin sighed and slowly and with difficulty sat up on his bed.

“Comin’” He said tired. Food seemed to be the only thing that got him out of bed these past days.

Or well. These past, months; the past year? Jimin had lost track of time after his days had become ridiculously monotonous: he woke up, he ate breakfast he went back to bed, eat some snacks throughout the day, have lunch, go back to bed, take a nap, eat dinner, go to bed. Though he never got much sleep, he kept getting these flashbacks whenever he tried to close his eyes. It had turned into a routine too, trying to sleep, failing miserably, and automatically waddling to the kitchen to eat. Eat until food was the only thing occupying his mind.

He opened the door where Hoseok was still standing at the corridor, his smile beaming yet sympathetic. He mustered to smile softly at the older as he wrapped an arm over his shoulders affectionately.  Jimin could practically feel his excitement, they hadn’t gone out to eat the seven of them out in ages. It wasn’t his intentions to shut his friends out entirely, but he did. Guilt swelled up at his chest, he hadn’t even explained to the six what had happened. They knew he had gone through a pretty bad breakup; just because Hoseok coaxed it out of him, and he probably told the other 5 baffled men. They didn’t know all the other details…He shook his head, he didn’t want to think about this, not now. Not when things were finally going back to the way they used to be. Not when Jimin was finally feeling comfortable on his own skin again; happy by the way his body did not have any resemblance to the one he had when he first got himself into that toxic relationship.

He knew Hoseok had noticed the changes, Jimin saw it on the older’s pitiful eyes as he saw him try to get his old clothes to fit.

“I could go with you to buy new clothes.” He suggested hesitant. Though Jimin didn’t even have to consider it.

“I’ll order some online.” Those days, the younger barely had enough emotional energy to have a proper conversation; but he knew Hoseok didn’t budge at his coldness so he couldn’t say he felt bad. But now, that he was out their room with the promise of going out to with the six of them, eh could feel Hoseok get more comfortable around his new shape as the hand on his shoulder gently squished the layer of soft fat underneath his skin. It was an unsettling feeling, the older was not completely used to Jimin’s size and he had been the person he had talked to the most during his shutdown form the world. What would the others think?  He tried his to busy his mind.

“Where are we eating?” He asked, surprising himself with how cheerful his voice sounded. Almost like he did before.

“Oh we agreed on going to Seokjin’s. We discuss it in the groupchat…” Hoseok answered mindlessly a hint of awkwardness in his voice.

“Right.” He’d be lying if he said he remembers the last time he used his phone, let alone check their groupchat.   

They walked until they were outside their apartment and Jimin couldn’t help but swallow initiated as he stared at Hoseok’s tiny car. During all this time, he had barely left the house, and when he did it was through an uber where he could sit at the back, alone, with no constricting space.  He had only travelled with Hoseok once when the older had gotten a pretty bad muscle strain from dancing; though he is much smaller at the time. He prepared himself for a cramped ride as he squished himself at the front seat. His stomach covered most of his lap, and his thighs were to big for him to be able to spread them to give his doughty middle some room. Jimin clasped the seatbelt around him, flinching the tightness of it sinking into the crease in between two fat rolls. He blushed as he saw the older notice Jimin’s uncomfortableness.

“Don’t worry Jiminie! It’ll be a short ride.” He said with a playful smile as he patted lightly the top of his massive dome. The younger felt his heart sink; sudden shame and embarrassment spread across his body. He knew this feeling; Jimin tried to force himself to continue the conversation. But he didn’t find energy within himself to so, opting to make himself as small as he could, eyes blank on the road ahead of them; mind overflowing with scenarios of his best friends being judgemental and teasing of him. All he can do now though, is hope that by the time they got there Jimin had regained enough energy to face all six of them at the same time. The ride was shorter than he had wanted. Well, in a sense he did want to get out of the cramped space; but he didn’t feel quite ready to face the other five men. He felt warmth spread across his chest as Seokjin opened the door to his place.

“Hoseokie you did it!!” The eldest yelled with excitement bringing him closer for tight embrace. Jimin timid at the sidelines.

“Did…what?”

“He brought you!” Seokjin took JImin by the hands the older’s long arms sinking into his plush waist. He couldn’t help the bubbly giggly erupting from his lips. He missed him.

“It’s been so long!” The younger found himself genuinely excited.

“Yeah, too loong.” Seokjin said with eyes travelling up and down his body quickly. Jimin felt himself shy away from the eldest touch; but convince himself to not do so. It could have been nothing, just a facial gesture to accentuate his words. He pushed the thought at the back of his head as he walked further into the apartment and to the dining room; where he saw only Yoongi on his phone. It was weird he was the only one, maybe he has finally moved into seokjin’s home? Wow, it really has been a long time. He was going to introduce himself though Hoseok’s voice spoke first.

“Oh Yoongi-hyung!” Hoseok’s sing song voice made the older  hum as a response “Look who I brought to come with me!” He sounded happy, too happy. It made him feel guilty after being away for so long, they had missed him too and he just… shut them out. Guilt was soon replaced with excitement as he saw his youngest hyung look up eyes open wide as his jaw dropped in the least discreet manner. He felt heat rise to his cheeks.

“Jimin!” Yoongi stood up abruptly, running towards and wrapping him around his arms firmly. Jimin felt the soft fat covering his entire body squished against the older man’s firm torso. Although the position made him aware of the size difference between him and the older, they stayed like that for a while. Against popular belief, Yoongi did give amazing hugs. After finally separating, or more like Yoongi peeling his lithe body from Jimin’s doughty frame, he spoke again. “I missed you.” His voice was raspy and he could feel his heart melt.

“I missed you too.” He stated simply with a small smile. He didn’t feel like saying anything more, but the idea of an uncomfortable silence between someone who Jimin had considered his best friend for ages was worse than forcing a small talk out of him. “So you moved in with Seokjin-hyung?” He asked and as soon as he saw the older’s reaction; he knew the answer. It was written all over him, and his bashful timid smile and the pink dust adorning his cheeks.

“Yeah, though it hasn’t been long. But I spent most of my time here anyway, so it wasn’t that big of a change.” Jimin felt his eyes widen, it has really been a while.

“It feels like there have been too many changes happened while I wasn’t here.” Although he was calm there was a sad undertone to the younger’s voice

“I’d say there have been a lot of changes to you oto Minnie.” Yoongi said with his cold sarcastic humor. It was typical of him, but for obvious reasons, today it hit differently, making him shrink into his seat. As much as his large form allowed him to. He was at a loss of words, he felt the energy drain from his system at the comment. Luckily though they small talk was interrupted by the doorbell.

“Ah that must be Jungkook and Taehyung.” Seokjin said beginning to stand up, though stopping half way through. “Jimin, you should go greet him instead!” The enthusiasm on his voice even made him excited to see the two youngest. Yet as soon as he stood up with the loud creak of his chair as he stood up and walked in front of everyone to see, he felt himself wanting to shrink again. He walked dejectedly towards the entrance, he could hear the two boys talking to each other across the door. And although he couldn’t make out any words, yet Jimin’s mind begun to spiral. Where they talking about him? What if the other boys had already told him he was there? What if they weren’t excited he came? What if they felt uncomfortable? What if they were mad at him for what he had done? Jimin’s stopped himself before he broke down; tonight was about reconciliation, he was not about to make this about him; he had to make it up to them.

“Hey! Is anyone going to open up or what?” He heard Taehyung’s loud yell across the door clearly, alongisde several loud bagns against it; snapping JImin out of his trance he opened the door hurriedly. He had taken so long that know the two men were standing right in front of the door closely. And now with the door fully open where standing their face barely inches apart from Jimin’s. There was a moment of silence, where he could see form up close the way their eyes widen ridiculously; they take a few steps back slowly, eyes still fixed comically on JImin. FOr a moment, the older considered they were not glad to see him there. Though his worries dissolved when he fell down under both of their weight in a bone crushing hug. The thud his body made against the ground was louder than he had expected; he still wasn’t used at the impact his new body had on the world around him; and although his ass and back where cushioned by a thick layer of fat, it still hurt like a bitch. Though his pain was drowned under the youngers’ calls of his name.

“Jimin!” They screamed too loud for the time and place they were in, earning a genuine giggle form the older. Which made not only his entire mass jiggle, but also Jungkook and Taehyung who were sinking into his doughty flesh.

“Hey, its hyung to you!” He tried to sound as mad as he possibly could. But suddenly, he felt guilt. Jimin hadn’t talked to his “dosa sings” in about a year, could he still consider himself something even remotely close to a “hyung”? What if they thought that too?

“Hyungie” Taehyung whined happily nuzzling into his girthy neck. Jimin felt his heart melt, Taehyung had always been the affectionate with him, it had been so long yet the younger’s touch and affection still felt warm and familiar.

“Hyungie.” Jungkook followed him, nuzzling his face in the other size of JImin’s neck right under his double chin. Now, he was scared. See, when Jungkook was sickeningly sweet it meant something terrible was about to happen; most likely to him…But things were different know,he hasn’t seen Jungkook in a year and maybe the youngest really truthfully wanted to be all lovey dove-

“Gu-guys…” Jimin’s shaky voice left stern as he could sound with both the older larger hands reaching for his sides and armpits. Their free hand gripping tightly each of Jimin’s fat arms. The hands that had reached down to his sides and armpits began to tickle slowly, and he got desperate. “Nohoho Oh NO GUYS! GUYS NOHO HAHAHA” Soon his loud cackles blended in with the ones Jungkook and Taehyung were letting out, they had the older trapped right where they wanted him. Even without them holding his arms, Jimin didn’t believe he’d have the strength to get both of the boys off his large body. He could hear himself laughing, it was such an odd sound after so long, he can’t remember the last time he laughed as much as in the past 10 minutes he had been in Seokjin’s and Yoongi’s house. Jimin allowed himself to forget close his eyes and laugh alongside with them.

“Kookie look! His body jiggles for a while even after he laughs!” He heard him exclaim. And automatically his laughter died down.

“You’re right! Look at it go!” Jungkook’s ñarge hand settled at the side of his ballooned stomach and palmed it gently. Jimin couldn’t bare look at them, he felt the shame crip up his insides choking him up.

“Yah you guys coming or should we start without you?!” Seokjin came to his rescue as the two youngest stood up hurriedly, not without grabbing each of JImin’s chubby hands helping him up with a struggle.

“We missed you.” Jungkook said warmly.

“Enough cheesiness, lets go. You must be hungry.”

“We can say the same for you eh Jiminie!” Taehyung exclaimed jokingly as the trio walked towards the kitchen. Jimin’s face heated up under the younger’s teasing tone. Jimin shyly walked up to his seat next t Yoongi who offered a caring smile towards him. The table was silent as the two youngest expectedly look around to each other person sitting at the table.

“Weren’t we just threatened that there was going to be no food left if we didn’t hurry up?” Jungkook asked Taehyung, with an overly exaggerated annoying tone; it was good to know they haven’t changed.

“Oh why yes Jungkook, I believe we were!” His deep voice rising comically.

“Well, we aren’t going to start without Namjoon here aren’t we? We always wait until the seven of us are here.” Hoseok started with mocking eyes towards them. Although the atmosphere was light and playful Jimin’s mind went straight to Namjoon; if the last time he had talked with the seven of them hadn’t been awful enough, the last time he and Namjoon had talked was even worse. Along with guilt, the amount of times Jimin had told Hoseok he’s try to make it, form the door of their room; he imagined the six of them sitting in silence. Witing only to see if he’d show up. He unconsciously bit the inside of his mouth as to force himself to swallow any upcoming tears.

“Jimin you look constipated.” the short man next to him stated jokingly.

“Yoon! Don’t be rude, of course he’ll be constipated with the amount of food he-” The doorbell cut him mid sentence, Seokjin standing up excited towards the door. He stood petrified. Though he ken who was at the door, so Jimin used all the strength within him to make himself feel comfortable and act natural. They always used to tease each other like this, about everything. But this change was something so heavily influence for what had happened between them Jimin couldn’t help but plead they would just go back to teasing him for his height. He was able to compose himself before the two tall men stood in front of the table.  “Well! That makes seven of us!” Cheers erupted from all around the table, though Jimin’s eyes were glue to his youngest hyung, who was looking straight back at him too. Mouth slightly agape, a timid smile taking over his full lips; of course, it wasn’t in Namjoon’s nature to be resentful. But that didn’t mean Jimin was free of guilt; though he mustered a a small smile himself for the older. Luck was on Jimin’s side though, as the only remaining seat was between Jungkook and Hoseok. And just like that, they began to feast; talking loudly overtopping each other’s voices like they always did. Jimin was too hungry to talk, the nerve wrecking situation only making his appetite grow; so he allowed himself to dig in.  See, the thing with food is that it had become such a vital copying mechanism for Jimin, he got completely lost when he binged, depersonalized from his surroundings. The only feeling being the food sliding down his throat rapidly. He didn’t notice he was already on his third serving when Hoseok exclaimed.

“Woah! Jimine! You are going to choke! We get that you are hungry but slow down!” Jimin felt completely stuck, petrified. Hoseok out of all people, he had seen him eat,h he heard him break down at early hours of the morning food wraps as his only consolation. Why did he have to says something, JImin couldn’t bring himself to answer. He just stood there, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. He only knew he was crying when saw the six pairs of eyes around him change with worry. Hoseok was about to open his mouth again but Jimin stood up instantly, the feeling of his entire body jiggling at the sudden movement didn’t help the hot tears streaming down his face.

“I know! Alright?” He yelled with a shaky voice. “I know that I am fat! I know that I wasn’t always fat! And I’m trying to convince myself that you have every right to tease me about it, ‘cause you do… I mean, I should already be grateful you guys don’t hate me…”

“Jiminie…” Namjoon began to talk but Jimin had just opened up and there was nothing he could do to stop the words from flooding out.

“No no! You do have every right to be mad at me… You kept warning me about him, that what he was doing to me wasn’t healthy. And I didn’t listen!” His words came out in between choke dup sobs. “Even when I got him out of my life, I couldn’t bring myself to talk to you guys again; even when I know you guys would forgive me. I just, didn’t feel like I deserved it.” Jimin couldn’t control the loud sobs and whimpers leaving his mouth in between words, or the hot stream of tears running over his round cheeks; memories form his friends, concerned about him telling him to dump his boyfriend. Jimin continuously snapping at them until it got into a full on argument. He ran away from them but Namjoon ran after, stopping him to calmly tell him; they just wanted to help. But Jimin snapped at him too, running back home, back to him. “I- I just isolated myself, I didn’t want it come back to you guys until I had fix what I was feeling about myself after him. And what helped me with that was, gaining weight… I know its weird, but- I came to love how different I look than when I was with him. And I know, if I’m so happy with the way that I look I shouldn’t be so self conscious about your teasing. But I guess I’m just still thinking you guys have every right to hate me for what I did , and I’m ranting and I’m sorry that this was supposed to be happy but I just ruined it.” His vision was blurry though it didn’t matter because his eyes were glued to the floor, or his big dome that covered most of his vision form the floor.  He heard shuffling, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up. It was a choked up sob that wasn’t erupting from his lips which raised his head up.

It broke his heart to see Taehyung already crying in front of him, or to see all six of them in front of him in that matter. Painful yet understanding eyes, pouring affection; the moment alone made JImin’s eyes well up with tears again.

“I’m- I’m so sorry. I should have listened, I should have came back to you I-” He is cut off by Namjoon.

“Jiminie, we forgive you.” His tone was gentle and he couldn’t help leaning towards him burying his face in the taller man’s chest; sobbs shaking his core once more. Quickly after, he felt more firm body sinking around his soft sides. Pairs upon pairs of arms wrapping around his expanded waist. They stood like that for a while, Jimin’s tears soaking up Namjoon’s sweater, in any other situation JImin would get anxious in the silence; but this time, it was comforting.

“OK, but we can’t actually just separated from this and continue eating like nothing has happened!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“Agreed. Everyone grab a dish we are moving to the living room!” They all did Jimin doing so too. “Not you Jimin, you seem like you could use a break. You too Taehyung, go settle in.” His voice was gentler but the pair did as told. They walked into the living room,both of them with shaky breaths as an aftermath from crying. Jimin sat on the middle of the large couch, Taehyung settling real close next to him, their bodies touching entirely as the younger promptly rested his head on JImin’s softened shoulder. Again, no words were needed between the two.

“It really hurt you know?”

“What? That I told you he was my soulmate?”

“That too but, that you had through this whole year a-alone.” Jimin didn’t know what to answer, no matter how many times he’d explain it had been him who cut them out, a part of them would still feel guilty.

“Though don’t worry Taetae! He isn’t alone any more!” Jungkook’s voice piped from the dining room as he settled a couple of dishes he was bringing on handing one to Taehyung and keeping one to himself before climbing up on the couch and reting on its headrests, his muscular things in between his head. Strong hands instantly running his hands slowly and with care through the older’s hair. Soon after Hoseok came with a plate on each hand and automatically going to sit at Taehyung’s lap. Then came Seokjin and Yoongi with the remaining plates, the eldest letting the rapper sit comfortably on his lap. Following behind them was Namjoon with two large bottles of sodas in his strong arms, he walked until he was in front of Jimin.

“Make some room for me?” The younger blushed noticing how much of his lap was being occupied by his heavy stomach; he spread his thighs apart letting it fall in between and that was all Namjoon need before he sat shyly on his fattened lap.

“Minnie.” Hoseok called cautiously, guilt from the fat man’s outburst still evident on his voice “How about we feed each one of us a bite at a time? Would you like that?” Although the situation was overwhelming, the closeness from all the six men; it felt oddly right. And the idea of being taken care by them in sich an intimate way, was appealing to Jimin in more ways than he dared to admit; so he nodded.

“I’ll go first!” Namjoon yelped a little to enthusiastically earning hard to repress laughter from the others. “What? After all these crying he must be dehydrated!” The way he got defensive over it was adorable to everyone. And as cute as it would have been to keep on flustering him, they allowed him to start. Opening the bottle excited as he held it with firm arms up to Jimin’s parted lips. The gassed liquids slid down him easily filling him with just as much ease. Then went Hoseok feeding him a mouthful of one of the two plates he was holding and then the next one, Taehyung continued feeding a large piece of his plate; He had to look up to eat Jungkook’s bite leaving his thick neck exposed. Which all Namjoon Yoongi and Hoseok saw as an unpasable opportunity as they ñeaned in nuzzling it at first yet not long after a soft gentle kisses being placed all over him. He had to look back down to eat off Seokjin’s hand, though the three of them were pressing much closer to him than before. And by the time Yoongi’s turn had arrived all the flavours were mixing up in the his mouth.

But Jimin couldn’t bring himself to care about the flavour, the vicious cycle starting over with Namjoon. The feeling of being cared for and looked after bringing heat to his chest, that and the amount of food being forced into his hardening belly. Or perhaps it was the thought at the back of his mind that all their gentle caring touches were far more romantic than any platonic explanation could justify; scared by the fact of how much he was enjoying said actions from his friends. He didn’t let the worry ruin his fun too much, as it was easy to get lost in the other men’s attention on him. Jungkook began to place soft kisses to the crown of his head; large hands sliding from the back of his neck to massage his fattened breast like pecs. Taehyung’s hot lips kept mouthing on his girthy neck leaving sloppy kisses. Hoseok’s dainty hands found their way to the rolls adorning Jimin’s sides pinching and grabbing from his muffin top or his love handles. Namjoon continued to grind on the younger’s lap, even though he was nowhere near his crotch, he was directly pushing into Jimin’s bloating stomach; earning waves of pleasure flood him. Yoongi’s large hands found a place on Jimin’s heavy overhang jiggling it strongly or groping it allowing him to let some gass out in between mouthfuls. Or Seokjin’s hot breath against his ear and the way he bit into his earlobe softly. The pleasure was intense and overwhelming, so much so Jimin didn’t even noticed his ballooned stomach, not until every plate was scooped clean. A scrunched up expression taking over his face. As soon as his uncomfortableness was shown sixs pairs of hands were rubbing his swollen middle.

They had all physically relaxed when he was done, the only noise being his hard breaths and the occasional quiet praise form one of the others towards him. Soft nothings spoken barely above a whisper. “You did so well Minnie.” “So proud of you”

The questions about this whole situation where crawling back to him, but he didn’t let him bother him for long. He was full, warm, and finally eating for a different reason

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Room №202 (pt.6)

NOW 

Now i’m in the 11th form, the last one. For good brainy girl who i pretended to be, uni is the next step. I wanna learn physics. As a science (like more in QM) or more into some practical implementations (idiots like me don’t get into F1, i know, but shut up) - i dunno yet. But i still wanna be cool. Some time ago i was struggling to answer the question why not to give up everyhing and just to do painting only as i love it. I mean, ok, go to the art institute, be probably a teacher in an art school (the idea i hate with all my heart), earn somehow, i don’t care it’s not prestigious. But i’m too thrilled with my other things. With my fucking bird flight project. I don’t wanna get other people respect, i don’t care if my parents wouldn’t be able to tell their colleagues how cool my uni is, i mean all this stuff is about to hurt a little bit but i don’t deserve being human if i can’t deal with it. So i want both, i’ll do both, my art and my let’s say physics. And it gives me goosebumps.

But being on top is what matters. Being in the forefront is what matters. In Russia we have several very good universities. To enter a uni u need to pass a few exams, we’ve got some bullshit called union government exams. We’ve got them in all subjects and in the end of the 11th form u choose some of them to take. There’re 100 points(?) maximum. Good unis want like 330+ in 4 exams. It’s really possible to get them but a) some good unis have its inner exams b) there’re a lot of people who’ve gone mad about exams since they were 12. I mean there’s almost nothing wrong with those exams - like of coarse we need some test system - but it’s a true bullshit cos people train the format like crazy. I’m not kidding, they know what each problem (each one has its fixed number) is about, how many true answers out of a list there are and what the guys who check the works consider as simple enough for school programme and what isn’t - that’s how sometimes u should really tick the wrong answer according the simlified version of the world we’re taught. The most of my classmates do so. Fuck them! They’re indifferent about the subject itself, they just want to pass exams, enter a prestigeous uni, have 2 children and fucking die having 4-rooms flats. Sorry, i am about to shut up here, cos even if it’s something wrong with this approach, they’ve got the right to do so.

So, i need physics, prob chem, in depth math and russian, which is obligatory.

Ok, but what am i talking about?! If i’m so clever and don’t approve training format why not to win a competition in say physics and go where i want with no stupid exams? Yeah, i didn’t win anything. I failed (without any pre-preparation) when i was younger and then burst into what i found interesting. My mum is the first person to remind it to me. I’m not to complain here, i would do exactly same things if i’m given choice. I can say i was sort of alive all over the past years even if i couldn’t feel it. But yeah, now i need these exams and the main problem is that the material behind them is terribly boring. I know the Big Picture, but all those details are to be picked up. It’s a lot of boring work but ok.

I forgot to mention education is free if u score a lot of points. Otherwise it’s not free.

But there is a little bit more. Yeah, i want to make my project, i want my family to be happy, i want Lando to win the race but i fucking want to go abroad and study there more. Why? I said that my classmates have the right to want what they want. I want to have my right also. And it’s not fking given to u by default. My parents invested a lot in me, both time and money. And they, considering the fact that i’ve done nothing valuable, have the absolute right to say that my life belongs to them. I love my parents. But i badly want to posses my life. To make my wrong decisions, my wrong choices, go where i want to go and when i want to go without any need to ask or to tell them about it.

I love how the city looks at night. Much more then at daytime. And my mum is sort of mad about this my desire to walk at  night (it’s not really night, it’s from 7 to 9pm), she finds it dangerous, (everything is dangeous in her opinion. she doesn’t feel the moment - it’s the prolem) and even if it is dangerous i may wanna take the risk. And i can’t cos my ‘happy’ life is their responsibility. I don’t have any rights to insist on what i want (and we don’t want similar things, we’re too different), or if i try to do so (and it always ends in a bad way) i very soon start feeling gilty for driving my parents mad after a tough workday. So i don’t really have right to do so.

But i badly want to have this right, to make my life my daily responsibility.

That’s why i need to go abroad.

[wardans]

It's Tag Time!

Rules: Tag people you want to know more about!

Tagged by: @aspiring-to-be-a-cat thanks babe ( ˘ ³˘) im so sorry this took so long orz

Were you named after anyone?

Well, i was named after some french actress named Anouk Aimee. The name is very popular in the Netherlands but not so much Canada 😢

When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday actually. I was sitting outside (bad idea it was hella cold) talking on the phone when i started talking about atlantic cod and i dont remember what the joke was but it was so funny i made myself cry from laughing too much

Do you like your handwriting?

Hmm it's ok i think.. Its gotten neater over the last few years so thats good. And it's readable so bonus points ✌Dont even get me started on cursive tho... I learned it maybe 2x a week for a month in gr4 and then it was taken out of the curriculum so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What’s your favorite lunch meat?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAMM !!!!!!!!! Im just a sliced ham sorta gal

Do you have kids?

Well i certainly hope not! ;D nah im barely an adult anyways. But kids love me for some reason tho

If you were a different person, would you be friends with you?

Idk tbh. I would hope so. If we were i would pray to literally anything that other me could cook so they could teach me their ways. My family? Great cooks, etc. Me? Not so much. Anyways we would both enjoy memes and singing to disney movies and mamma mia and dreaming of sleeping forever (and riding the bull ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

Do you use sarcasm?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Do you still have your tonsils?

Indeed

Would you bungee jump?

See i think it would be cool but i wouldnt actually go through with it. Unless i was blindfolded. Blindfolded means i cant see myself fall to my death

What’s your favorite cereal?

I just eat cheerios with raspberries;; although when i was younger my mum would occasionally buy Reese's Pieces I think which werent so bad

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

Sometimes yes sometimes no

Do you think you are a strong person?

Surprisingly yea actually. Listen i lifted my friend one (1) time who weighs like 230+.

What’s your favorite ice cream?

I just had it like 5 minutes ago. Berry sorbet!!! I also really like lime. Sorbet icecream is my saviour ty.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Hmm something that sticks out. It always depends on the person really. Some people i dont notice anything. But like one friend, something i always noticed was her eyes (the prettiest ever) or her smile! Or my mum has got her big german nose which is hard to miss. I just realized that i love peoples noses cause they can be so different and unique i love it. One friends nose literally reminds of Sera's it's adorable

What’s your least favorite physical thing about yourself?

.... My eyebrows... Like they go from dark to light but it's so abrupt that it just looks like half is shaved off TT-TT so makeup it is and oh it does wonders. Oh and probably my hands... theyre so small, theyre like tiny sausages i hate it and my feet are super small.. like size 4.5 or 5 if im lucky

What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now?

Im wearing grey track pants that i totally didnt steal from my friendo and Iron Bull shirt ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (thanks bioware)

What are you listening to right now?

...... What is Love by Haddaway

If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

Black, like my soul

Favorite smell?

Hmm, melted cheese.... And when the Khans (family friends) make Biryani or Samosas or Tandoori or Curry they are the best smells ever..! Hm the cold crisp air and pine trees in winter as well!

Who was the last person you talked on the phone with?

My friend actually! (sorry mum)

Favorite sport to watch?

Haha sports? What sports? Ok i have watched football (european) with my family. Europeans are crazy about football my god. I was there during the world cup and oh dear when the Netherlands lost....

Hair color?

Well naturally im blonde but i dyed it red violet last december which is essentially hot pink but with more purple in the mix but then i tried this lighter almost pastel pink. Idk if i should go back to blonde or do something else tho :0

Eye color?

Blue like my mamas

Do you wear contacts?

Nah just glasses when i remember to :D

Favorite food?

I had mac n makhani last night and idek what it is but it was good so yea that. And lasagna. What can i say i really like cheese. Oh ooh and butter chicken! And this pulled pork poutine i got from a Jamaican restaurant one time.... It was so good....

Scary movie or comedy?

I hate scary movies. When i first watched Jaws when i was 13/14 i had nightmares for months. So comedy. There was a comedy/horror that i loved tho; Tucker and Dale: Forces of Evil or something like that.

Last movie you watched?

I wanna say Thor: Ragnorak (so good) but it was actually Moana (again for the 100th time)

What color shirt are you wearing?

It's grey with one of Bulls tarots on it (blessed). Its got a little bit of paint on it tho :'(

Summer or winter?

Winter. Oh, worm? Although i love spring because it rains so much hell yesss

Hugs or kisses?

I deprived myself of affection for years, thanks! depression! So now i make up for it hugging all the people i care about. Occasionally i'll give friends smooches on the cheeks if theyre comfortable with it too

Book you’re currently reading?

Haha whats reading? I havent read anything in forever. Im still trying to finish The Danish Girl, The Outlander series, The Serpent of Essex and The Girl of Fire and Thorns which I got like 6 years ago at a scholastic book fair

Who do you miss right now?

My mum and my cat and my friends and family T-T and Asra & Nadia & Oleg & Parthurnaax pls let them be safe and happy and basically ever vg character that i love ;u;

What’s on your mouse pad?

Ive never used one of those ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but my german oma and opa got me one a long time ago with some famous german mouse thing on it. Kinda cute kinda not

What’s the last TV program you watched?

This tv show called Blackish was just on tv. It's hella funny omg. Also i turn on American Dad just for backround noise if that counts

What’s the best sound?

That music that plays when Asra is around, like in that cave.. It just sounds so magical ;u;

Rolling Stones or The Beatles?

Well i did just go to a Beatles Tribute concert 2 weeks ago sooo.. The Beatles it is 👍

What’s the furthest you ever traveled?

Austria cause for some reason we stopped there when going to visit family but it's farther than the Netherlands so like... what...?

Do you have a special talent?

Drawing I guess. Being outta school and barely drawing sort of took me outta the loop... now everyhing i draw looks ugly :/ I guess my hidden talent of writing for one ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ I learned to make coffees i didnt even know existed at work as well so?? Yes?

Where were you born?

Toronto actually :/ I was almost born somewhere else because my parents travelled a lot up until i was born but they came back... Goddamn

I tag: @queenlydweeb @ridethefrostback @mrjennety @backwardszombie ;D

[hey-its-vicosaurus]

Everything's changed...

My mother is a HUGE conservative. Like "I would give my life for Donald Trump to remain President forever", kind of conservative. It really ticked me off around election time because I didn't really have a say in what she saw was the 'political' truth. She believed every word that poured out of Trump's mouth. When I would try and stand up for myself and what I believed, she would always shot me down with hellfire and laugh in my face about me being wrong. (I later discovered in my government class that I'm a Liberal. All of my classmates made fun of me because down here in Texas; if you're not conservative, you're retarded and not as educated. I'm at the top of my class and make A's and B's constantly. I just decided that I would keep my political views to myself because I was the only one who saw things the other way around, by giving everyone an equal chance.) So, like any other child who's parent makes fun of them, I tried to avoid her as much as I can. I don't have my own car so I would have to drive her to work then drive myself to school. Everyday after school, I would always go sit in the car and feel sick to my stomach because I would have to go home and deal with all the politics that I avoided at school as soon as I saw her. I'd hide in my room and rewatch Star Trek over and over again because it was the only way I could find peace in my surroundings and in my head (this had also been when I found Star Trek, thank the lord I did). She always sits in the living room and watches the news, no matter what kind of news. CNN, FOX, any news station that talks about Trump. I would sometimes skip meals because I didn't want to travel through the living room to the kitchen just because I know she was in there. I soon learned that this political madness did NOT help my mother's drinking problem. Some nights, she would come barging into my room like a freight train and yell at me about politics. How I didn't love her, how I wanted to leave her and go live with my dad (my dad lives in the next town and keeps my two younger sisters). I would always end up closing my door and locking so that she couldn't get in and yell some more. I'd cry myself to sleep sometimes because I knew there was no way for this to get better and I knew I had to leave soon for college (I'm a senior in high school at the moment). She's always been an angry person since her divorce and the election only seemed to make it worse. So, now that the election's over and Mr. Trump is now our 45th president, she has been overjoyed and still watching the news everyday. She's said to me several times that she can't go to sleep without watching the news now. I've been getting mail from colleges about financial aid because we're a little broke. I received some more mail today and there was a college up in Tulsa called Oral Roberts University that sent me a letter. I opened up and skimmed it because I wasn't really interested in traveling that far away for college. I saw the words "only Christian college" and immediately turned away from it because I don't have a religion and I prefer to be at a more open school. My mom walks in and I tell her about the letter and where it's from. She takes one look at the name and starts laughing. She told me that I should go there because of "all those Liberal and Radicals up there". I was going to let it go like I normally do, but that hit a hard spot. She started walking down the hall when I called back and asked her to say that again. She turned around and took a few steps toward my room, repeating what she said with a half smile on her face. I nodded, took a deep breath and told her the truth about my political views. Her smile grew a little bit because she thought I was joking and laughed in my face. I straighted my spine and told her again, "Mom, I'm a Liberal." She told me that I wasn't, that Liberals were crazy people who causes chaos and stand against everyhing. She asked me where I learned that I was Liberal. I told her that I learned I was the only Liberal in my government class and she gaped at me, like she couldn't believe her ears. She then challenged me and asked me what I'm going to do about all the illegal aliens coming into this country. I blinked a couple of times, making sure that she was serious and when she didn't keep talking, I told her to stop thinking so negatively and we should give them a chance. She fucking laughed in my face and said that I'm the reason this country is in pieces. I gaped at her, I couldn't believe what she just said to me, the only daughter that still lives with her, said that I was the problem with this country. Right then is when I backed off and told her to leave (she was about to leave the house anyway). She laughed one more time and turned her back, leaving me in ruins as she walked away. She even dared to turn back and tell me something but I couldn't hear her, I was still in shock. I knew I took a big step in telling her the truth about me but I knew something had to said. I didn't want to live in fear anymore. I want to be able love whoever and whatever I want, without living in my mom's shadow of disappointment. I can't share my love of Star Trek with her because she always liked TNG better than TOG and AOG (love them with all my heart, they have gotten me through some really tough times). My mother judged me and she's known me all my life. Some people's parent love them unconditional, despite the flaws they have. Hold onto them. Never let them go. Never judge someone without getting to know them first. Respect others, no matter what religion, color, gender, age, disability, or political views they have. Respect will get you far, no matter if you hate the person til the day you die. We have to fix this world with respect and love. Give everyone a chance. Love everyone. Sorry for the long rant, I needed to get this off my chest. Sincerely, Vicity!

[masterpieceavenue94]

Too many things in just 3 days.

A bunch of things happened in just these days and I mean, it’s not that I’m not glad but god, some weeks are just too boring and suddenly everything happens at once and it makes feel exhausted

Remember this interview I had and the woman told me she was amazed with me and she liked me and everything, and well she told me she would give me a call soon but it never happened? Well, it happened. Which is weird because I thought she would call me last week and not... She did but it had to happened two weeks later; she called me on Monday and told me if I could start “opplæring” (which is like practices before you actually start working, more or less I think) and well she told me if I could start on Wednesday and I told her “of course” obviously. 

On Tuesday I met Chrysanthi, Sissel and Manuel. We decided to meet because Chrysanthi was leaving the next day (Wednesday) to Albania and we decided to go for a walk. Vasiliki, Chrysanthi’s cousin were with us a little bit, then her boyfriend came and she left with him. We went to Burger King (not the one I worked in) and well I called my cousin so he could join us, I actually wanted him to meet them, because they’re really nice people even though they’re younger (except Sissel who is 22). The day was really nice, I arrived home and I was really happy. 

Right after I said hi to my mum when I arrived home I got an sms from the university, I went to my bedroom and logged in on the university web and then I saw it. I GOT ACCEPTED ON THE UNIVERSITY. I FUCKING DID IT. FINALLY. I’M GOING TO UNIVERSITY. I just felt in that moment that this was the thing I wanted the most. Because I’ve been looking for it so freaking bad, and after 3 years, I made it. And god it feels so good. I told my friends and one of them, Nerea, was so kind. She made me almost cry. She told me she was really proud of me, that she was really happy for me. And that I showed that I had balls. Because I was alone here in Norway (by alone she means studying alone, not alone with no one) and that I had achieved it all by myself and well I deserved an applause for that. You can just feel the love, okay? 

On Wednesday, I went to Sandvika, to this restaurant where I’m starting this  opplæring, and well I was just washing the dishes and tables. It was kinda exhausted but...everyone starts like that. I met a lot of people, I saw a lot of faces and everyone told me their names. But I don’t remember any of them, well I remember Stine and Celine, but these two girls...well I don’t remember their faces so...yeah, good work girl. I was there for 3 hours. And well on Saturday I have to go there again. I asked the manager which is a woman/young girl if I will get paid for this practices and she told me “obviously”, and well I don’t actually know what’s going to happen because I mean, she told me right now they’re full but that after August or in August (I don’t actually remember) many people would leave so...they will give me a contract. Praying for the best!

Today I spent the whole morning finding information of the university because then again, they sent me a message and well I saw that I start on 14th August. But I don’t think I actually start that day. I don’t have any idea, I started to write every single event on my new agenda (which is pretty awesome btw) and well I still don’t have any idea of what’s going on. I just know that on 14th those who are going to study my career we’re going to have a breakfast all together...and the next day is the info-day and I guess there we all get all the information we need. Damn I’m so excited but so scared lmao. Tomorrow I have an interview on Domino’s pizza BUT I don’t know where it is, I searched the location but seriously I don’t find a shit. And I’m even scared because what if it’s a trap? I mean everyhing’s possible, right? What if they kidnap me? I don’t know I searched the phone number and it says that it’s Domino’s but it’s not the same address as they told me...weird...