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pendingproductivity · 4 years ago

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2020 READING RECAP!

This year sucked ass in so many ways, but it might be the best year of reading I’ve ever had. I discovered so many new favorites, revisited some old favorites, and even read a few books multiple times. In this post, I’ve listed my top five favorite books from this year in the order that I read them because I don’t think I could possibly rank them against each other. They have all become some of my favorite books of all time. I’ve also included a few honorable mentions which are ranked with my favorite listed first. And lastly, I have two notable rereads of some old favorites. I also added links to each book on goodreads and bookshop so you can easily add anything to your tbr or buy it! This is going to be a long one, so buckle up. Without further ado, here is an overview of the books I read in 2020!

s t a t s :

reading goal: 30

total books read: 31

new (to me) books read: 22

average rating: 4.2/5 stars

t o p f i v e f a v o r i t e s :

Beartown and Us Against You by Fredrik Backman

(Yes, I know I’m kind of cheating by counting this as one book but just roll with me here) Beartown takes place in a tiny community in rural Sweden which is defined by their hockey club. When the junior hockey team has a chance at winning the national championships, the entire town throws their full support behind them. The burden of the pride of their community rests on the shoulders of a handful of teenage boys. For one, the pressure boils over and he commits an act of violence that leaves a young girl traumatized, and the entire community divided.

Late one evening toward the end of March, a teenager picked up a double-barreled shotgun, walked into the forest, put the gun to someone else's forehead, and pulled the trigger.

This is the story of how we got there.

These two books were downright spectacular. Over the course of this year, I’ve completely fallen in love with Backman’s writing style (we love a good onomatopoeia) but more than anything else I just adore his characters. Each one is multidimensional, and even the most infuriating residents of Beartown have their redeeming qualities. I also love the attention he gives to even the side characters whose motivations shape the story even if they only appear for a few scenes. These are stories about right and wrong, courage and fear, and most of all, humanity itself. I laughed and cried and felt more emotions than I thought was possible. Beartown was amazing, but I actually thought that the sequel, Us Against You, somehow surpassed it, so make sure to read both!! (TW: rape/sexual assault)

goodreads - bookshop (Beartown) goodreads - bookshop (UAY)

When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi

Paul Kalanithi was thirty-six years old and on the verge of completing a decade’s worth of training to become a neurosurgeon when he was diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer. His memoir, When Breath Becomes Air, follows his journey from being a naïve medical student, to a brilliant neurosurgeon at Stanford, to being a cancer patient and a new father confronting his own mortality.

I began to realize that coming in such close contact with my own mortality had changed both nothing and everything. Before my cancer was diagnosed, I knew that someday I would die, but I didn’t know when. After the diagnosis, I knew that someday I would die, but I didn’t know when. But now I knew it acutely. The problem wasn’t really a scientific one. The fact of death is unsettling. Yet there is no other way to live.

This memoir caught me completely by surprise. It was assigned reading for an English class and I wasn’t expecting to enjoy it let alone completely reevaluate my perception of the world around me because of it. Kalanithi discusses learning, medicine, life, and death as he seeks to answer the age-old question, “What makes life worth living?” and the unique perspectives that he offered fascinated me. When Breath Becomes Air is an unfinished manuscript, since Kalanithi died in 2015, but the epilogue written by his wife might just be the best part of the whole book. To tell you that I was sobbing while reading it would be an understatement. The reason why this book made this list is because I finished it in March, but I still think about it relatively often. When Breath Becomes Air has left a lasting impact on my life, and I highly recommend it!

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The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Evelyn Hugo was a Hollywood legend, but after her sudden departure from show business in the late 80s, she completely fell out of the public gaze. Now she is finally ready to tell the true story about her scandalous and glamorous life and she has specifically chosen Monique Grant, a virtually unknown magazine reporter, for the job. For Monique this exclusive is the opportunity of a lifetime. Evelyn tells her story of ambition, friendship, love, and of course each of her seven husbands. However, it becomes evident that Evelyn’s life has intersected with Monique’s own in tragic and irreversible ways.

It’s always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and false, how people can be good and bad all in one, how someone can love you in a way that is beautifully selfless while serving themselves ruthlessly.

This. Book. It was absolutely captivating. I’m honestly not even sure what to say here without giving too much away. The plot is truly a wild ride as Evelyn leads Monique through the story of her life. There are so many twists and turns: some that I saw coming and others that completely blindsided me. And that not even to mention Evelyn Hugo herself who is one of the strongest, smartest, most compassionate and deeply flawed characters I’ve ever read about. All the characters were complex and layered, but she was really something else. There were so so many emotions and so many tears and I really don’t know what else to say. I’m begging you to read this book; it will blow your mind.

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A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman

Ove is a curmudgeon whose life is turned upside down when a young, vivacious family moves in next door. That’s it. That’s the synopsis.

Death is a strange thing. People live their whole lives as if it does not exist, and yet it's often one of the great motivations for living. Some of us, in time, become so conscious of it that we live harder, more obstinately, with more fury. Some need its constant presence to even be aware of its antithesis. Others become so preoccupied with it that they go into the waiting room long before it has announced its arrival. We fear it, yet most of us fear more than anything that it may take someone other than ourselves. For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.

You’ve seen the Pixar movie: grumpy old man meets young person who shows him life is worth living and they become buds etc. etc. Sure, you could essentially boil down A Man Called Ove to that simple plotline but it is so much more than that. It’s heartbreaking and hopeful and you’ll laugh and cry while reading it. This was the most wholesome story I had read in a long time, and I thoroughly enjoyed every last bit of it. I’ve already explained my love of Backman’s unique writing style, but this novel in particular does a beautiful job of tackling deep themes such as grief and purpose with a generous serving of humor. I also just adored the ending. While this book isn’t at all fluffy or entirely lighthearted, it gave me all of he warm fuzzy feelings I was craving. I cannot possibly recommend it enough!

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Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Elizabeth Bennet and her four sisters must find wealthy husbands because upon their father’s death, the entirety of his estate will be passed on to a male cousin, leaving them penniless. Conveniently, a wealthy gentleman called Mr. Bingley moves into the neighborhood, bringing along his even wealthier although most unpleasant friend, Mr. Darcy.

Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.

I definitely didn’t think that I was going to enjoy this book nearly as much as I did. The story truly is timeless, and I absolutely adored Elizabeth and Darcy. The biggest surprise I had while reading is that the humor is still funny today and of course Lizzy is fucking hilarious. She is confident, principled, and more than happy to roast the shit out of anyone who deserves it. And then there’s the matter of Mr. Darcy being so sweet and kind (after he stops being an asshole of course) and greatly contributing to the unattainable standards I have for men. It was also nice to have a socially awkward male lead, and in many ways I related more to him than to Lizzy. This book is everything I want from a romance novel plus class criticism and feminism and Elizabeth being an absolute badass. Enemies to lovers is my all time favorite romance trope and I loved reading one of the OGs. Also, I’d just like to add that Mary is the most underappreciated character of the whole novel because she’s really just trying her best. Mostly I was just completely impressed with how this novel has withstood the test of time and it has become one of my favorite classics! Please please give this book a chance even if you don’t typically enjoy classic novels!!

goodreads - bookshop - barnes&noble (this is the edition I have and it’s just so gorgeous I had to include it!)

h o n o r a b l e m e n t i o n s :

The Martian by Andy Weir

Mark Watney is one of the first people to ever walk on Mars, and now it seems like he’ll be the fist person to die there. A raging dust storm forced his crew to evacuate without him and he finds himself alone on the red planet with the entire world believing him to be dead. This book just barely missed being one of my top five of the year, but it was absolutely amazing. I love reading about people finding clever solutions to problems and that is basically what this entire story is. I maybe understood half of the technical science jargon if I’m being generous, but the story is plenty enjoyable even without extensive scientific knowledge. I adore Mark’s wit and mindset, and I loved watching him wriggle his way out of impossible situations with the odds completely stacked against him. The Martian is a story of perseverance and humanity, but it’s also absolutely hilarious. I highly recommend this one if you haven’t picked it up!!

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Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng

Shaker-Heights appears to be the perfect place to raise a family. It’s progressive, has low crime rates and is all around an idyllic bubble. This all begins to change when a single mother and her daughter move into town with a disregard for the status quo, and a custody battle erupts, dividing the community. This was a great book that ended up being surprisingly thought provoking, and I particularly enjoyed the novel’s criticism of liberal idealism. The story itself was entertaining and I think it’s definitely worth a read!

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Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Alex Claremont-Diaz is the first son of the United States who finds himself intertwined in a damage control PR stunt with his sworn nemesis, Prince Henry. They have to pretend to be best friends to ensure that their confrontation at the royal wedding doesn’t get in the way of American/British relations. I’m sure you can guess where this is going. This is totally a feel-good love story, but it also finds the time to tackle real issues surrounding politics and societal expectations. I loved this book so much that I read it twice this year (the second time because I was so stressed about the election and I needed to distract myself with the fictional 2020 election that takes place in the novel) and also I’m just a sucker for enemies to lovers. (sidenote: the turkey catastrophe is one of the greatest scenes in literary history and you cannot convince me otherwise) 100% would recommend!

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n o t a b l e r e r e a d s :

The Harry Potter Series by J.K. Rowling

The Jim Dale audiobooks are my ultimate self-care tool when I’m stressed or sad; I just find them to be so comforting and I can’t explain why. Because of this I probably listen to at least one of the books every year, but it’s usually just whichever one I happen to be in the mood for. But it’s been so long since I’ve listened through the entire series, and this year seemed to be the perfect time to do so!

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

This used to be my favorite book of all time. I’m pretty sure I first read it in sixth or seventh grade and I’ve reread it so many times since. I’ve been planning on rereading this book my first year of university for such a long time, and the time finally came! The book especially hit hard this semester because Cath feels disconnected from everyone at school because she doesn’t want to go to parties or make much of an effort to find friends, and because of COVID, I ended up in almost the exact same situation, (except unfortunately my roommate doesn’t have a cute ex-boyfriend who hangs out in our room). This was definitely another comfort read like the HP audiobooks and it made me feel a bit better about being stuck in my dorm room.

If you actually made it to the end of all that, wow, you’re a real one. I hope you got a few new book recs out of this! If you want to see the thirteen other books I read this year, you can check out my 2020 reading challenge. I read so many amazing books this year I had hard time narrowing down my favorites, so there are still plenty more great reads that aren’t included in this post. If for some reason you feel like keeping up with the books I read in 2021, follow my goodreads account for dramatic and ranty book reviews. Happy New Year, and here’s to 2021 being full of wonderful books!

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pinkforyoongi · 7 years ago

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Dream Team | Taehyung | part 2

Taehyung (V) x female reader, Mafia au (slight J-hope x reader)

angst, humor?

Warnings: it’s mafia so violence, blood, death, cussing, everything you’d expect from a mafia au

Word count: 6081

Summary: you audition for the Bangtan gang and the rest is history

part 1

the club door is open yet again

as your heads snap to look who it is

it’s Hoseok and he looks like he just ran miles

“it’s the boss. He’s been shot.”

and yall don’t hesitate to run after him bc wtf

this is Mr. Kim we’re talking about here after all

…

the whole gang met up at the crime scene

mr. Kim had been driving and people had started to shoot (enemies, you suspected) based on the bullet holes on the cars rear window

he had then hit the brakes based on the tire marks on the asphalt, exited the car and tried to fire back

the police had already arrived on the scene, but before they did, seokjin had searched the area for clues of what might have happened

he had discovered the bullet that had killed mr. Kim was from a sniper rifle, although he had had handgun bullets on his arms and shoulder

it was an ambush no one was prepared for, and now the big boss of the gang was dead

everyone was shocked to say the least, some people even shedding tears

you had seen Namjoon, the boss’ son

even though he was calm, you could see the hurt in him, you even witnessed a single tear rolling down his cheek, but knew he had to keep himself collected

after all, he was now to be the gangs leader, he knew a day would come when he would step into his fathers shoes

but no one was expecting it this soon

…

for a while, everyone laid low

no one was sent on missions for safety reasons and the members were mourning

a few meetings took place, mostly discussing the boss’ funeral and future plans including Namjoon as the new leader

and soon it was time for the funeral itself

the whole gang and the boss’ family were there to pay their final respects

you didn’t know the boss well, but you knew he was a good man despite being a leader of a dangerous gang

the man was simply doing what he had to survive in such world, he was not cruel nor mean, but rather rational

you respected him the same as you did all the other members of the gang

and now you knew and trusted Namjoon to be an even better leader to the Bangtan clan

…

soon the meeting where Namjoon was officially declared new leader took place

no one had yet figured out who the attacker was, but you were assured there were people working on it

thankfully whoever they were, had not attacked for a second time

at least not yet

so one night you were sitting at your apartment just having a very chill evening watching movies cuddled in a blanket

you were wearing your pajamas and your hair was up in a messy bun

lazy™

when all of a sudden you heard noises coming from the direction of your front door

you turned to look and witnessed someone on the other side try to open the door quietly but fail due to the handle squeaking

you stared at it intently, knowing your door is locked, waiting to see if the person will leave or try anything

once you started hearing small rattling, almost as if someone trying to break in, you quickly jumped up and over the couch, throwing your blanket away and grabbing your emergency handgun from under a fake plant

you quietly loaded your gun, pointing it at the door as you sneaked closer to it

you positioned yourself against a wall right next to the door, ready to attack when the person would get in

and just then they managed to pick your lock and they opened the door

you jumped in front of them, pointing your gun between their eyes

the person in question slightly jumped, obviously not expecting you to attack

as your brain registered who it was, you dropped your gun with a sigh and a roll of your eyes

“jesus i almost shot you”

“jesus? i think you’re mistaken babe”

taehyung winked and smirked at you

“shut up why did you pick my lock?”

“so do you want me to shut up or answer your question?”

“do you want me to shoot you or shoot you?”

“fINE, i picked it because it was locked??”

“you know you could have just knocked like normal people”

“i’m in a gang, we need to pick locks and this was the perfect opportunity to practice my skills”

“exactly, we’re in a gang, which means if i hear someone picking my lock i’m going to shoot them”

taehyung grinned at your statement like you were joking what a binch –

“your lock is shitty anyways i got it open with a bobby pin you left at my place. you should get a better one. it was too easy”

he spoke and walked right past you into your apartment like he owned it

“right, come in. make yourself at home :)” sarcasm

he plopped himself on your couch and you placed your handgun back to it’s hiding place

“since we now know your lock isn’t exactly keeping you safe, maybe you should sleep over at my apartment”

“don’t you have the same kind of lock as i do?”

“yes, but instead of the lock, i will be keeping you safe”

you rolled your eyes but inside your head you were s c r e a m i n g

you sat down next to him and pulled your blanket over yourself once again

“i heard namjoon will be sending people on missions soon”

you turned to look at him with your eyebrows raised

“you heard?”

“yeah i kinda miss going on missions as bad as that sounds”

“how so?”

“bc i get to do it with you”

he smiled warmly and sincerely at you and you could feel heat spreading on your cheeks

“yeah we are a pretty bomb team”

…

so you did end up sleeping over at taes apartment bc of “safety issues”

you two definitely didn’t take advantage of the situation and used it as an excuse

first you volunteered to just sleep on his couch

but he just kept insisting you weren’t safe if you slept so far away from him

so he grabbed your hand and brought you to his bed where he laid down, then patted the spot next to him

you of course obliged and laid down next to him

taehyung pulled the covers over you both and instantly made you the small spoon as he cuddled you close

“are you comfortable?” he asked after a moment of silence

“very”

and that night you both fell asleep with warm smiles on your faces

…

a few days after you had gotten yourself a new lock and was sleeping in your own apartment again

although you wouldn’t have minded sleeping at his place more, namjoon had insisted you get a new lock to keep all your belongings safe too

so you were chilling again, watching a movie in your pyjamas since that was all you did everyday bc there were no missions etc

and you were about to fall asleep when you started hearing loud noises coming from next door

“what the fyck is he doing now” you thought

soon you got pissed as the banging didn’t stop so you groaned and dragged your tired ass to his door

you knocked rather aggressively and waited for him to open

as he opened the door you didn’t spare a second of your time to greet him you just wanted to have him go fuck himself and you drift off to sleep on your couch

“hey fucker, can you-”

“we need like a secret knocking code”

you stopped on your sentence as he interrupted you

“a what?”

“a secret knocking code so we know it’s us”

“why would we need that?”

“well..”

taehyung moved his body a little so his hand that was hiding behind the door was visible

he had a gun

“you thought i was an enemy?”

“wELL YES IT’S 3 AM ANd yoU CAME banGING ON MY DOOR liKE A PSYCHOPATH oF COURse i THOUGHT YOU WERE AN ENEMY”

“RIGHT it’s 3 am why the fuck are you-”

“so now that we have both almost shot each other we need a secret knocking and i actually have an idea”

he proceeded to knock on his own door

“watch closely”

“two fast knocks, one knock and two fast knocks again?”

“greAT remember that and use it the next time or i might just accidentally shoot you”

and on that note he shut the door on your face

you completely gave up on that boy

you just crawled back into your apartment, but luckily no more banging could be heard so mission accomplished?

anyways

the very next day taehyung was letting himself sleep in

i mean no one was going to bother him and he had nothing better to do so why not?

but his dreams were crushed quite literally when he heard you knock the secret knocking code on his door

he was annoyed you were disturbing his beauty sleep but couldn’t help from grinning bc your stubborn ass actually used the code

so he gets up, not bothering to change from his boxers and t shirt and goes to open the door

“what could you possibly want whe-”

dun dun duuuun it’s not actually you

he didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence bc as soon as he opened the door someone hit him in the face and knocked him out

meanwHILE

you were in your kitchen, a frying pan laid out in front of you and a cooking book in your left hand, a spatula in your right hand

you had never been so confused and scared in your life

you were reading the book and basically sweating

who would have thought that the fearless badass gang girl (Y/N) would be so scared… of a frying pan

as you read the recipe your brain started to hurt and you got frustrated

and you were like:

“i didn’t know cooking was this difficult????”

“what’s a spatula??? oh right it’s this thing on my hand got it”

then like a call from the heavens someone knocked on your door

you know it wasn’t not taehyung since they didn’t use the secret knocking code smh

and since it was midday why would it be an enemy ami rite hAHAHA why would an enemy come in broad daylight???

*cough*

a n y w a y s

you opened the door to find Hoseok standing there with a wide smile on his face

“hi! haven’t seen you in a while so i thought i’d come say hi- oh are you cooking? can i help?”

“well i’m trying but i’m rather inexperienced ha ha” *nervous laughter*

“oh! well i’m pretty good at cooking, seems like this is your lucky day!”

you happily let him inside your apartment and let him help you with your cookings

turned out Hoseok was a pro in the kitchen

well at least compared to you

he basically did all the work he just let you cut a few vegetables

in fact you needed help with that too

you were struggling cutting onions (like namjoon in weekly idol omg poor baby)

and hoseok happened to notice

“here, like this”

he came in from behind you, placing his hands on top of yours

he helped you cut the onions with ease

“see? it’s easy once you know the right technique”

hoseok let go of your hands but stayd put right behind you, watching over

once he was sure you could handle yourself he chuckled and wnet back to the frying pan

“i knew you struggled with melee weapons, but a kitchen knife?”

“hey not fair! you’re like a melee pro”

“maybe i should teach you? i mean your close combat has improved ever since taehyung started giving you private lessons sooo”

you couldn’t help but smile at the mention of taehyung

“yeah, i’d like that.”

just then you realized you hadn’t heard from him all day, when usually he was either being a loud ass neighbor, hanging at your apartment or you at his, or at least texting you

“talking about taehyung, have you seen him today?”

“no, haven’t seen since yesterday”

“huh”

“he’s probably sleeping in. he was talking about how tired he was yesterday”

“yeah, you’re right”

so you shrugged it off and focused back on cutting onions

it’s only a few minutes later, when you heard another knock on your door

still no secret knocking code

you opened the door to find seokjin

“hi, seokjin” you bowed at him

“hey, have you seen your partner? have you seen taehyung?”

“actually no, why?”

“no one can seem to reach him and his door is locked. thought he was here”

“that’s weird. did you try and call for him from the door? he’s a light sleeper usually”

you got a feeling that something isn’t right

your gut was basically screaming taehyung is not alright

hoseok appeared at your door too, curious as to what it’s all about

“i did. i banged really loud too. no answer”

you turned to look at hoseok, worry in your eyes

he matched your expression

“i’m going to try and break in” seokjin announced

you and hoseok followed him to taehyungs door

seokjin searched through his pockets, obviously trying to find something to pick the lock with

your hand flew to your hair where you quickly found a bobby pin

“here, it should be easy enough” you said as you handed the pin over to him

“thanks”

and like you had said, seokjin picked the lock in record time, opening the door for you

“taehyung?” he called out

as no one replied, he quickly drew out his gun and pointed it inside the apartment

he carefully walked forward, searching around the apartment as you and hoseok tailed right behind him

as jin had advanced far enough into the apartment, you quickly ran to taehyungs drawer and opened it to draw out his “secret” handgun

not so secret since you knew about it aNYWAYS

you joined seokjin in going through the rooms in his apartment, until it became clear it was empty

“where could he have gone? no one at front desk saw him leave”

you took in seokjins words and thought for a moment

“maybe he didn’t. not voluntarily” you guessed as you ran into his bedroom

the two boys followed suit behind you as you kneeled in front of taehyungs bed and started to rummage around under the mattress

“what are you doing?” hoseok asked

“i’m trying to find his pocket knife. he never leaves anywhere without it”

“how do you know?”

“seokjin, with all respect he’s my damn partner”

hoseok and seokjin looked at each other, then helped you lift up the mattress so you could search better

disappointment, fear and worry all together took over you as your hand came in contact with a familiar object

you pulled out taehyungs pocket knife and looked back at hoseok and seokjin

now, your gut was screaming “he’s been fucking kidnapped”

…

an emergency meeting took place

as everyone gathered in the meeting room and namjoon began the meeting with taehyungs seat empty, everyone caught on

you were hella stressed

your leg kept bouncing up and down and you couldn’t sit still

you were feeling nauseous and it was hard to focus on anything else except the fact that taehyung could potentially be kidnapped

seokjin explained the situation carefully, not confirming any theories, he just brought the possible options to the table

but you were convinced he was taken against his will

“(Y/N) proposed he was kidnapped due to his pocket knife also being under his bed, saying he never leaves without it. i believe it is possible if we’re looking at the big picture”

you couldn’t pay much attention to the conversation, all you knew they were discussing possible options and how to proceed from here

instead, you were thinking of the worst case scenario and actually planning on what you were going to do to get him back

as the arguing kept on going and going, you grew impatient

“with all due respect, can we move on to actually plan a rescue mission? there is no time for theories that don’t matter. our member is in danger and we’re doing nothing to help him.”

everyone went silent and stared at you

namjoon opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out

you stared back at him with pleading eyes, hoping your words helped him realize the seriousness of the situation

“(Y/N), i get that you’re upset, but we cannot act on something that isn’t 100% proven to be the truth, especially at times like this. if we act without consent, we could all be in danger instead of just one member. we’re trying our best here to save him, i want you to understand that”

you let out a shaky sigh

and you knew damn well he was just looking after everyone

but you couldn’t help but feel even more anxious

you drifted back to your own thoughts

but now you felt someones eyes on you

you dared to look up to find the culprit, ready to send them glares

but once your eyes landed on min yoongis

and instead of judgement or pity

you found something else in his eyes

he was staring at you thoughtfully

as if he was considering something

suddenly seokjins phone started ringing

as he brought his phone from his pocket to silence it, his eyebrows furrowed once he saw the screen

“it’s a private number. this is my work phone, no one should have my number”

everyones eyes were on him now

namjoon suggested he answered it, but cautiously

jin did as asked answering the call with a simple hello

as he put the phone on speaker, everyone started intently listening to whoever was on the other side

your eyes widened in fear once you heard a deep male voice speak

“have you discovered your missing member yet?”

seokjin looked at namjoon for help, he only nodded for him to reply truthfully

“yes, we have”

the voice chuckled

“i thought so”

at that moment hoseok hastily drew out his laptop, quickly typing something on it

you figured he was starting to track down the caller

“who are you?” seokjin asked the caller

“we want to propose a deal with you. a chance for you to have your beloved member back”

“and what would that be?”

“hand over your territory and we shall return him alive, you have two hours to decide before we kill him”

your eyes were going from hoseok to seokjin, not being able to decide which one to focus on

hoseok was still typing like a maniac, his eyes searching the screen

“they’re hiding their identity well. I might not make it in time” hoseok whispered to namjoon

“how do we know you have him?” seokjin swiftly asked them, staring at his watch

some mumbling could be heard from the phone and you picked up they were speaking japanese

suddenly someone was coughing on the phone

“let them know you’re alive” the deep man commanded someone

silence took over for a few seconds, everyone anticipating if they were going to speak

“time’s running out” hoseok whispered again “you have to end the call in 10 seconds”

you stared at the phone, as if daring it to say something, anything

—

“don’t send (Y/N)”

a playful chuckle could be heard from him following his sentence

as if he was mocking his kidnappers?

you immediately recognized the voice

it was him

and he dared to ask y’all not to send you that puNK—

even though he was kidnapped you had the urge to roll your eyes

shouting could be heard from the line, until hoseok frantically signaled seokjin to end the phone call

he quickly did as told

then smashed the phone to the ground, stepping on it (so no one could track him down)

you were relieved he was alive

but now you were even more determined to find him

and you had a pretty good idea of where he could be

so instead of wasting your time and staying to listen what everyone had to say

you dashed out of the room without a word

you ran to your apartment like damn Usain Bolt

went to grab your favorite handgun and some ammo

your hands were shaking but you didn’t give a shit

you worked better when there was adrenaline running in your system anyways

next you ran to pick up your jacket

just as someone walked into your apartment

“yoongi?”

“i’m coming with you, let’s go”

you were a bit confused, but didn’t question him, just followed as he lead you to a car

he sat on the drivers side and you on the passenger side

he started the car and looked at you for further instructions

you quickly told him the location you were suspecting

“how sure are you?”

“pretty damn sure”

and without further ado, he sped off the parking lot

on the way he turned the radio down to talk to you better

“how’d you figure out where he is?”

you bit your tongue and hesitated before answering

“i thought I heard them speak japanese in the background”

“and?”

“and i remember back when i was still a trainee, i did some research. there was only one gang i found information of that had japanese connections. the boss has a japanese wife. the wife was allegedly working with a japanese mafia, so i only figured these two gangs would unite due to the marriage. they probably have japanese men in their gang, even if it’s not confirmed, it’s as good of a lead as one can get.”

yoongi chuckled at your theory, making you think he was making fun of you

“what?”

“nothing. it’s just impressive how fast you figure things out. you don’t waste any time and go with your gut. i can admire that. I’m like that too. it gets things done.”

all you could do was stare at him

you were at a loss of words

the person you admired for his skills was basically saying he admires you

before you could even think of what to respond, yoongis phone rang in his pocket

he took it out and answered the call, putting it on speaker

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU HYUNG???? DID YOU GO WITH (Y/N)???? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STOP HER FROM DOING ANYTHING STUPID NOT DO IT WITH HER!!!!”

you two were immediately fricken attACKED by hoseoks screaming

“i’m doing exactly that. instead of doing something stupid, we’re on our way to rescue Taehyung the Damsel in Distress”

“(Y/N)??? ARE YOU THERE CAN YOU HEAR ME DO NOT GO ON YOUR OWN IT IS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS I’M-”

“hobie relax, we aren’t going unarmed” you tried to calm him down

“DO yoU EVen hAVE a plAN??? WHat arE YOu GOIng TO DO wheN YOu geT THERe????”

you stopped for a moment

and realized you had no fucking idea

“we’ll figure it out” yoongi responded

“oh yeah that’s really comforting” hoseok sarcastically remarked

you thought for a moment

“hoseok, we can trust you, right?”

“what is that supposed to mean of course you can”

“i mean can we trust you to not tell the others what i’m about to ask you”

“…i don’t like the sound of that”

“could you assist us from there? help us navigate through the building?”

“(Y/N) idk, you’re asking me to approve and agree to your rebellious non existing plan”

“please hoseok, i need you to trust us too. we know what we’re doing.”

a sigh could be heard from hoseoks end of the line

you were crossing your fingers, hoping you convinced him

“ughhh, fine!”

you told him the address you were heading towards

hoseok quickly got hold of a few security cameras in the building by hacking, but there weren’t many, letting him believe there were none wherever they were holding taehyung

that is if they even were holding him

it was better than nothing however

yoongi soon parked the car near the location and you two got out of the car, walking over to the trunk

you picked up earpieces that were connected to hoseok for the both of you

yoongi grabbed a few weapons for himself as well, throwing some extra ammo your way

hoseok then guided you to a back entrance, where you once again had to pick a lock to get in

thankfully you still had a few bobby pins keeping your hair in place (+ the strong hair ties taehyung bought you)

the first room you got in was empty, thankfully, making it easier for you and yoongi to advance

the two of you sneakily killed a few guards patrolling the hallways

although you noticed yoongi wasn’t too keen on teamwork, rather working independently

and he seemed to be expecting the same from you, which was fine tbh

but you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing

it was nice to have someone there to support you

to know your partner 100% had your back

you had no doubts yoongi wouldn’t let anything happen to you

but it wasn’t the same

and you knew damn well it was the man you were rescuing and his witty comments

so far it had been easy enough

the security cameras were telling hoseok exactly how many men you were going to face

the only problem was that you had no idea where they were keeping him

in your heart you knew he was close, so you kept going

you were going to search every little corner if you had to

“-maybe they’re keeping hostages in the basement? that would make sense right? there are two guards near what seems like an entrance to the basement, there are no cameras there however”

“lead us there”

howevER

before hoseok or anyone could say anything

loud ass gunshots could be heard from a distance away, but somewhere inside the building

you and yoongi stopped dead, trying to listen to where it was coming from

“hoseok, what is that?”

“ummm i don’t know it’s coming from an area with no cameras”

you and yoongi looked at each other

“he’s getting awa-”

you both broke into a sprint towards the shouting

“i think it’s coming from where i thought the entrance to the basement is” hoseok guided through the earpiece

at this point you didn’t care about stealth anymore

if people were already shooting around then why shouldn’t you too?

you quickly made it to the basement door and yoongi kicked the door in

you ran in first, when a small group of men could be heard coming from where you had just came from

“go” yoongi looks at you and closed the door behind him, leaving you alone to the basement area

“hoseok, it’s dark can you hack some lights on for me?” you asked through the earpiece

but shit

he didn’t reply to you

“hoseok?”

once you were sure he wasn’t hearing you, you cursed under your breath and started navigating in the slight darkness

damn basements and weak signals

then you heard a couple more gunshots coming from further down the hallway

you quickened your pace and ran towards the ruckus, your handgun pointing in front of you

more gunshots and a few japanese men shouting could be heard

you were getting closer

until finally you turned a corner to a hallway with lights on

and before you could even comprehend what’s happening

you were standing in front of at least six dead enemy bodies

and as you moved your eyes from the ground to see what had killed them

your eyes landed on a man

a man that was staring at you

with a very familiar glint in his eyes

and a smirk on his face

“didn’t i ask not to send you?” he playfully teased

but you were already running towards him

and you jumped into his arms, your body shaking

“i guess i should’ve known your stubborn ass wouldn’t listen to what i had to say” he chuckled and wrapped his arms around your smaller figure

he had been gone for less than a day and to you it already felt like an eternity

you pulled away from him

looked at him in the face

then

punched him in the shoulder

“AH WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR”

“WHY WOULD YOU GET KIDNAPPED LIKE THAT I WAS WORRIED SICK”

“well it’s not like i had a say in it, ‘oh hey could you not kidnap me rn, (Y/N) will get really worried oH WAIT YOU SHOULD TOTALLY TRY KIDNAPPING OUR NEW BOSS NAMJOON!’”

“okAYYYYY let’s get the frick out of here first and argue later”

you grabbed his hand and started guiding him out of the building

at this point you had noticed it had became really quiet all of a sudden

and then you remembered yoongi was all alone oops

you opened the basement door

and you felt weirdly comforted by the fact that you and taehyung had to step over several dead enemy bodies (bc that should be a sign yoongi is ok right?)

“took you long enough”

“hey hyung! i was doing fine on my own you shouldn’t have came”

“oh please with your sense of direction you would have ended up running around in circles” you point out

taehyung glared at you

once you turned a corner

and saw the ocean of dead bodies

you look at yoongi not knowing if you should be terrified or impressed

“what? the kept coming and coming it’s not like i was going to spare them”

“did you like murder a whole gang?”

“nah they have another base somewhere, more men are on their way” yoongi explaind all chill

“then let’s get the fuck out? :)”

and as you made your way back to the vehicle

you didn’t even care you hadn’t let go of taehyungs hand ever since you grabbed it

…

when you got back to the apartment building

everyone was screaming at you and yoongi

like expected tbh

“YOU TWO FUCKEN RATS- oh hey taehyung yOU TWO ARE IN DEEP TROUBLE”

“chill, taehyungs here and no one died- except for a ton of enemies but WE are fine so that’s all that matters, right? :)”

“nOT EXActly do you even REALIZE what consequences arE???”

“whatever we did, there would have been consequences. there was no easy way to this” yoongi reasoned

“yES but we could have lessened the consequences if you tWO WOULD have let us tHINK FIR-”

“we had limited time there was no time for thinking”

“don’T YOU FUCKEN INTERRUPT ME LIKE THAT MIN YOONGI I AM YOUR HYUNG”

as seokjin and yoongi continued arguing

you felt taehyung tug at your hand

he dragged you behind him all the way to his apartment, smoothly escaping the scenario

the second he had you inside his apartment

he slammed the door shut, pushing your body against it and trapping you with his body

!!!

your heart leaped into your throat

he leaned in to whisper into your ear, his breath making goose bumps form on your skin

“i thought it was so fucking hot how you completely ignored the rules for my sake”

you sucked in a quick breath

“you figured out my location so fast you’re so smart”

you felt his lips brush against your ear when he whispered the last part

“such a clever girl, (Y/N)” he basically moaned against your ear

when it became clear to taehyung that you weren’t going to push him away, he cheekily planted a kiss on your neck, just below your ear

you gasped, your heartbeat picking up incredible speed

you felt him smile against your skin at your reaction

he started planting even more gentle kisses along your neck, all the while inching closer to your mouth

once he reached the corner of your mouth

he pulled away slightly

he started at you in the eyes with such admiration it made you weak in the knees

“i’d do it all again” you whispered

his lips smashed into yours

you let out a moan into his mouth when his hands found their way to your waist, his fingertips gently pushing into your skin as he kissed you heatedly

your hands snaked around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible

after a while, you pulled back to breath

taehyung rested his forehead against yours

“we need a new knocking code” you smirked at him

he laughed and pecked your forehead

“that’s the first thing you say to me after i’ve kissed you?”

“what? they obviously stole it. it would be really unfortunate if i shot you now”

taehyung wasted no time to connect your lips again

he lifted you up from the ground and you wrapped your legs around his waist

he carried you to his couch, laid you down on it and carefully climbed on top of you

his face hovered inches from yours, his eyes already staring at your slightly swollen lips

“yeah. can’t have my girlfriend shoot me, can i?”

…

it turned out taehyungs kidnappers were from the very same gang that had killed mr. kim

“they were like amateurs, they didn’t even realize i had heard them speak about their secret shit” taehyung had said

everyone that didn’t already know had asked you how you found taehyung and what actually happened in there

you had explained everything, remembering to point out how much of a help hoseok and yoongi were to you

then on his turn, taehyung had explained how he had broken free from the chamber they were holding him in

apparently he had forgotten the same bobby pin he picked your lock with into his pocket

and since it was so small the enemies never found it when they stripped him off weapons

talk about the importance of bobby pins

he picked the lock on the door and sneaked behind an unsuspecting guard, taking his handgun and moving forward

until you had found him of course

namjoon had thanked you for bringing taehyung back, but scolded you for acting on your own and told you to never do it again

you had gotten off with a warning and promised to try and not do it again

everyone immediately started a plan against the rest of that gang

this time, you actually let namjoon and the rest take over thinking a proper plan on how to take them down

they had even made intentional eye contact with you and yoongi when mentioning “it is extremely vital for us to think of a proper plan before we act. even if they might be amateurs, we better be safe than sorry”

taehyung had smirked and turned to look at you sitting next to him

and you might have felt his hand creep up your thigh under the table but tHIS WAS A SERIOUS BUSINESS MEETING NO FUNNY BUSINESS so you had pushed his hand away

but continued where you left off immediately after the meeting

namjoon was also glad to announce the gang was taking new trainees

they had a few potential candidates to join

and as for the training program

he made eye contact with you and taehyung

“i thought it would be a good idea to have (Y/N) and taehyung as mentors, since they represent great team work and their reputation as the dream team has been growing on the streets”

you two turned to look at each other, smirking

everyone in the table had agreed

including you and taehyung

and just like in the first meeting as a gang

when it was proposed you and taehyung would work together more

you shook your hands

“yes, sir”

who would have thought

that not so long ago you were a trainee yourself, hoping to make it to the gang

looking up to the mentors and admiring them for their skills and the reputations they had gained

and now

you were here

sitting in a meeting with your also very skilled boyfriend

being a gang member and all

waiting to start the training program

but this time

as one of the mentors

-end-

AN: sorry for the long wait! i’ve been quite busy but i managed to finally finish this and i’m so happy ~ hope you enjoyed! :)

#bts #bts imagine #bts imagines #kpop #kpop imagines #bts scenarios #bts angst #kim taehyung #v #taehyung #taehyung imagine #taehyung angst #taehyung scenarios #taehyung mafia au #bts mafia au #j-hope #jung hoseok

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hellstate--rp-blog · 8 years ago

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N A M E: Brandon Allen Pearce A G E: 23 P L A C E O F O R I G I N: Loleta, California G R O U P: V. A. Medical Center O C C U P A T I O N: Hunter F C: Charlie Heaton

❝ I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away. ❞

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L I F E B E F O R E T H E O U T B R E A K:

Born in a small tucked away town known for it’s Cheese Factory, Brandon Pearce was an only child born to parents, Samantha and Coy Pearce in 1994. A bundle of joy for a newlywed couple who were high school sweethearts.

Growing up in a small town meant you knew everyone, and everyone knew you. You couldn’t walk down the street without receiving a friendly smile or wave, or ‘Hey, how are your parents doing?’. It was a comfortable place that was close to the coast, and Brandon and his friends spent countless hours on the beach. It offered adventure and possibilities, which was more than could be said bout their small stuffy town

One Winter day during Christmas break when the kids were all twelve-years-old, Brandon and his friends made the trek to the beach. Each of their parents warned them not to turn their back on the water considering the ocean was unpredictable and ‘sneaker waves’ were common, and they’d sweep you off your feet before you could even blink. But boys will be boys and one of Brandon’s friends dared him to go out towards the water until a wave started to come creeping up to the shore and then run away, and although he was hesitant, Brandon eventually agreed to the dare after watching another friend do it and make it back unscathed by the cold water. Long story short, Brandon was unfortunately swept away into the freezing water of the Pacific Ocean and pushed under and into the dark waves, his friends watching in terror as one of the four ran to look for help. Luckily, Brandon was washed up onto the shore and able to crawl away from the dangerous waves that were threatening to sweep him away once again.

Being exposed to both the cold water and weather, Brandon caught pneumonia as well as a severe ear infection from the water in his right ear that remained trapped there as he lay on his side on the sandy shore of the beach. Ultimately the infection leads to Brandon growing almost completely deaf in that ear, but that was something he’d have to live with considering he’d nearly lost his life.

Banned from going to the beach without adult supervision, that lead to a strain on Brandon and his group of friends, not only that, but since Brandon spent a few months recovering and being grounded – he was detached from his friends until the next year and by then they were slowly being distracted by the weight of 7th grade as well as the distraction of girls and exploring dating.

Brandon slowly became more of a recluse and turned to video games for comfort, not to mention it was hard to adjust to the loss of hearing in his right ear, others often teasing him, snapping their fingers by his ear, or whispering behind his back knowing he’d hardly be able to hear them.

Losing his friends wasn’t the only shockwave that shook Brandon’s world, his parents began arguing behind closed doors and eventually got a divorce. And the once sweet, adventurous young boy was slowly dwindling down a path of depression.

Still a minor at 15, Brandon was urged to pack his bags and move out to Wyoming with his mom, to live near her older sister, Danielle, who’d moved out there not too long before the arguing between his parents began.

It was hard to settle into a new town, in a new state, and this only fed, Brandon’s reclusiveness.

He began rebelling against his mom by staying out late and staying away from the house in general. And although he would stay out of trouble (his outings mostly consisting of visiting the local bookstore where he’d read comics and read any book that piqued his interest) he stopped doing his homework, and this led to his grade dropping and his mom forced him to go to counseling until he graduated high school and was no longer considered a minor.

Some may say that Brandon was simply a selfish teen who needed a dose of reality, his counselor concluded that his behavior was normal for a child of divorce, and although the counseling didn’t solve the behavioral issues completely, he at least managed to graduate high school with a passing overall grade. Skating by in his own world, where he refused to align himself with many people.

L I F E D U R I N G T H E O U T B R E A K:

Brandon had plans to go back to California and live with his dad, go to college at Humboldt State and reconnect with people he’d known most of his life. His mom, although upset she and her son had disconnected from one another over the years after she and his father divorced, she was still supportive of Brandon and wanted him to have a good life, so if he wanted to go live with his dad, she was going to support that decision even if it did break her heart.

They were on their way to the airport when news of the outbreak interrupted the music that was playing on the radio. Immediately Brandon laughed, was this an attempt to re-enact the fear that grabbed a hold of the world when radio stations began to pretend H.G. Well’s War of the Worlds was actually happening in the 30′s as a Halloween special?

His mom, however, didn’t find it as humorous as he did, and all it took was a moment of distraction for her to merge slightly onto the right-hand lane of the highway and collide with another car that had been in her blind spot, forcing both of the cars off the road and into a ditch after the car flipped multiple times, Brandon immediately lost consciousness after banging his head against the car door window (which ultimately ends up saving his life).

The ambulance had been called by a witness to the accident, but all ambulances were already out on call due to the multiple incidents involving the outbreak.

Brandon woke to a killer headache and the weight of his body pulling at the seatbelt as he and his mom remain upside down after flipping over into the ditch. He looks over at her, she’s covered in blood but he can still see her chest rising and falling with slow, even breaths.

Brandon and his mom managed to make it out of the car, however, the other driver of the car they’d collided with hadn’t been so lucky, and that was the first time they both realized the radio broadcast wasn’t a joke.

Both of them were in a daze after that, seeing the man upside down, reaching out towards them, a shard of glass protruding out from his neck, his eyes white as if he had cataracts, and the sickening sound of the growls that emitted from the man were animalistic. It was truly a nightmare to witness.

But they managed to hobble towards a neighborhood in the dark, where they broke into a house (Brandon’s idea) and set up camp for the night. They were weak and injured and his mom was growing weaker by the second.

L I F E A F T E R T H E O U T B R E A K:

Although he’d never tell you, Brandon ended up having to kill his mom once she fell asleep that first night and woke up as something completely different. That alone was enough to change Brandon from the rebellious young adult he was turning into. At first, he was riddled with anxiety and depression, he’d holed up in the house with the body of his mother who he’d tucked away in the closet so he wouldn’t have to see her. He wanted to die, but every time he went out to look for supplies and ran into trouble, his flight instinct kicked into high gear and he managed to get away or fight his way out of a sticky situation. Essentially he was on auto-pilot, doing what he needed to do to survive no matter what it took.

His weapon of choice was a sturdy tree branch he carved a point onto at the end.

The last thing he wanted was to find a group of people to be with, he hated the idea of being responsible for others in a world collapsing into ruin, but he’d happened along the Cheyenne VA Medical center by chance. He’d been holding out in the woods nearby when he watched two people with guns walk underneath the tree he’d set up camp in for the night, and he followed them, intending to see where they came from with intention to steal from them, he was low on food and from the appearance of the two walking underneath him they seemed to be in rather good physical shape, whilst he was wasting away from the lack of meals.

He didn’t get far in his excursion into the building he’d followed the two in before he was spotted and although he didn’t want to be a part of a group, he eventually came back to the building after managing to escape and live on his own for a couple more weeks before he gave in and went back. Agreeing to be a part of the group as long as he didn’t have to work with many others, being a Hunter was the best gig.

He could do his own thing, but his plan was to eventually leave the group and head out towards California and try and find his father if he was still alive.

That wasn’t the only thing he was keeping from the group, he also refuses to admit that he’s partially deaf, and he goes out of his way to keep anyone from finding out, he doesn’t want to be stripped of his hunter title and the shred of privacy he’s able to receive while hunting.

#charlie heaton #rp #rpg #zombie rp #zombie rpg #a.#m.#20 #v.a.#madi.#brandon pearce.#tw car accident #tw near death experience

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lonerkiid-blog · 7 years ago

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N A M E: Brandon Allen Pearce A G E: 23 P L A C E O F O R I G I N: Loleta, California G R O U P: V. A. Medical Center O C C U P A T I O N: Hunter F C: Charlie Heaton

❝ I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away. ❞

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L I F E B E F O R E T H E O U T B R E A K:

Still a minor at 15, Brandon was urged to pack his bags and move out to Cheyenne, Wyoming with his mom, to live near her older sister, Danielle, who’d moved out there not too long before the arguing between his parents began.

It was hard to settle into a new town, in a new state, and this only fed, Brandon’s reclusiveness.

L I F E D U R I N G T H E O U T B R E A K:

The ambulance had been called by a witness to the accident, but all ambulances were already out on call due to the multiple incidents involving the outbreak.

L I F E A F T E R T H E O U T B R E A K:

His weapon of choice was a sturdy tree branch he carved a point onto at the end.

He could do his own thing, but his plan was to eventually leave the group and head out towards California and try and find his father if he was still alive.

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#s t u d y ↳ and I want to live not just survive the night.#v e r s e ↳ who gave the girl next door a gun?#v e r s e ↳ I'll burn for what I believe.#v e r s e ↳ this is the moment you stop being the rabbit.#r e s p o n s e ↳ and I want to live not just survive the night.#s t u d y ↳ gone for a stroll and fallen down the rabbit hole.#v e r s e ↳ right where you left me.#v e r s e ↳ just get through the day right?#r e s p o n s e ↳ gone for a stroll and fallen down the rabbit hole.

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hellstate--rp-blog · 8 years ago

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N A M E: Elena Tate A G E: 39 P L A C E O F O R I G I N: Manhattan, New York G R O U P: None F C: Lana Parrilla

❝ I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. ❞

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P O S I T I V E T R A I T S: observant ; quiet N E G A T I V E T R A I T S: detached ; callous

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L I F E B E F O R E T H E O U T B R E A K:

She’s always seen the worst in people. As a child, she made no friends. She played by herself on the playground, read her own bedtime stories, tied her own shoelaces. She didn’t think anything of it until she was in high school, when suddenly people started paying her attention and inviting her out. Elena Vazquez was the definition of anti-social. She hated the world and everyone in it. She was the girl you would see at a party, sitting in the corner with a bottle of water and glaring at anyone who tried to sit next to her. It suited her fine, she was happy in her own self-imposed seclusion. Making friends and spending time with family, that just wasn’t her. She didn’t need anyone else. She studied hard and kept to herself, earning her a place on the honor role and, eventually, a scholarship to Yale. She packed her bags and walked out the door, leaving her family behind without a care in the world. Because Elena didn’t have much of them, that’s just how she was, how she always had been. It seemed like the natural next course of action for her, becoming a lawyer. They were soulless and Elena discovered she fit in perfectly. In her youth, she didn’t talk much, but at Yale - she excelled at debate and learned to put her lack of social skills to good use. She was observant, after all. And soft-spoken. She learned that, if she dropped her glare and at least pretended to care, she could win over anyone - especially if she smiled. She didn’t like to, but it was useful. And that was her first mistake. Carter Tate caught her off-guard. Despite pushing him as far away as she possibly could, insulting him, berating him, outright ignoring him - he could not be scared away. If anything, it seemed to interest him all the more. Three years of back-and-forth wore her down and, stupidly, she said “yes” to a date. One date, that’s all. But one date turned in to two, and two dates turned in to six, and suddenly they were dating. Actual, proper dating with public displays of affection and random gifts every other month and keys to apartments and, fuck, a proposal. Dating turned to engaged and engaged turned to married and she was a nightmare for the defence at twenty-six only to end up pregnant and divorced. That was her second mistake. Olivia was a carbon copy of her father and, in her infancy, Elena didn’t quite know what to do with her. She wasn’t maternal, she wasn’t a mother, she could barely take care of herself - working overtime and skipping dinner. That’s how her marriage fell apart, what would it do to a child? Evidently, it didn’t do much. Her daughter learned to adapt, like Elena at her age, and though she looked more like her father, Elena could see only herself. Except, her daughter laughed and smiled and she made friends with anyone and everyone - she was like Elena, in that she could take care of herself, but she was completely different, in that she liked people. Elena didn’t. Elena was beautiful, she knew that. And at college, she learned to use that in court. A small smile, a glint in her eye - it worked well on defendants, man or woman. And though it was fake, pretend allure, it helped her win most of her cases. That’s where she was, when news of the outbreak broke. In court, destroying the defence with sharp words and a smile.

L I F E D U R I N G T H E O U T B R E A K:

She was one of many who didn’t believe the news. Elena rolled her eyes and scoffed, drawn momentarily to the reports only to disregard them a second later. She had work to do and a daughter to, somehow, raise. She didn’t have time for a hoax. That was her third mistake. Over the years, Elena’s contempt for human kind softened. She didn’t outright hate them anymore, but she didn’t like them either. She could tolerate exactly two people other than herself; her daughter, and her neighbour. Even Carter didn’t make the list, not anymore. But her neighbour, Cara, she was a good kid. Quiet, studious - Elena trusted her to watch Olivia when she lost track of time. When she came home, most nights Cara would be stretched out over one side of the sofa, legs crossed with a book in her hand, and Olivia would be passed out on the other side, waiting. For whatever reason, Cara spent more time in Elena’s apartment than she did in her own home. Elena never asked, it wasn’t any of her business - and it suited her. When Elena realised that the outbreak wasn’t a hoax, that it was real and it was happening, she came home and found the two exactly as they had been every night since Olivia was old enough to speak. She packed herself a bag, her daughter one too, and she told Cara to go home. But she came back, just as Elena was closing her front door, with her own bag packed and a note hastily written for her parents. They left the city together, too late to escape the stampede of people trying to do the same. Elena tried to call Carter, they may have parted on bad terms but he was still her ex-husband and her daughter’s father. But he didn’t answer his phone, no matter how many times she tried - eventually, she gave up. Somehow, Elena ended up with two kids in the middle of the end of the world. It was hell. She could barely take care of her own child, barely take care of herself - luckily, Cara had experience with the Tates. Elena adapted to the new world, keeping them fed and finding them somewhere to sleep, but Cara kept them alive. It worked out well for them. Eventually, they heard whispers of a safe haven. Somewhere they could go without having to worry about the dead every second of every hour of every day. Cara wanted to go. Elena did not. But both her daughter and her… whatever Cara was to her now, convinced her to, at the very least, try. Along the way, almost but not quite there, Olivia was bitten. It happened so fast and neither one of them knew until she started to complain about a headache. Elena didn’t care about people easily, and she didn’t often show it, but she loved Olivia more than she loved herself and losing her, it was devastating.

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Together, Cara and Elena continued on to Cheyenne, but Elena had closed herself off even further than she had before, even Cara couldn’t get through to her. When they passed from Nebraska to Wyoming, when they came across that so called safe-haven, Elena left Cara with them and did what she did best. She self-secluded.

Elena found herself in a building not far from the airport. Out of the way, and abandoned, she didn’t necessarily clear it of the infected, she was a lawyer, not a cop. She learned to shoot a gun because she had too but she only had one and there were two bullets left. So she snuck in, using what she learned in high school - to be invisible. She locked herself away in a room on the first floor, right by the emergency exit. She would venture out on her own, try and find herself something to eat. But mostly, she was alone. She would watch out the window, hidden by curtains that were slowly falling apart. For now, it was enough for her. She didn’t like people anyway. Dead, or alive.

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