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meatriarchived · 5 months

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𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

NAME : renee! c: ( government-assigned actual middle name fbnskdj )

PRONOUNS : they / she

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : ims on tumblr was the normal for me cause i never really did disc til this blog but i Am mostly chatting on disc nowadays. i can be slow / notifs may be funky so i always say to not like... get upsetti if i take a bit to reply or i forget to my mind is an actual fog-haze most of the time, time to me gets very hazy and i wont really realize days have passed me by at times so. i ask patience for that front c;

NAME OF MUSE(S) : oh hell, we are primarily in Texas Trenches here so...... maria & ana flores, danny [ alejo-osorio, not 'gaines' ugly ass name- ], Mother nancy s.awyer, thomas h.ewitt / le.atherface, our mom luda mae he.witt, elizabeth 'birdie' callaway [ oc ], constance 'simmi' simone [ oc ] + my other trials kiddos.

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG ( MONTHS / YEARS? ) : writing in general - since 3rd grade. rping here on tumby - since about.... 2014.....? idk really. its been at last 10+ yrs. ive been in a couple different r.pcs but horrors' typically been such a home to return to.

BEST EXPERIENCE : point blank all honesty? these last 2-3 months since i came back. genuinely. like ive had a good share of fun and silly moments over the years yes. but. something about the mutuals ive met coming back from a near 2 yr hiatus to this blog has been really heartwarming to me. i havent had remotely as welcoming or fun and silly times connecting with the actual people behind the blog, behind the muse, as i have here. i never had so many wild out of pocket verses or ships, never had affiliates/mains/etc, never had near as much fun plotting or simply gushing over muses and their dynamics in those 10+ yrs being here on and off than i have in this lil texas corner of the horror r.pc. like the last few years have Not Been Kind in my offsite life, and having a massive writers block due to offsite struggles for those years near killed my love for writing as a whole - not just rping but just. writing in general. and while that blocks still not fully gone rn ( staring my 100+ inbox rn in the fucking eyes ) just? the fact that i feel alot more connected to a point with those ive met here this time around has genuinely made me feel alot happier in these few weeks than i have in quite a while. so far this takes the cake by a complete landslide in terms of best experiences ♡ and much of that is very much thanks to those mutuals.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : look. ive been here a long time. ive been part of r.pcs that have had alot of shit stirred in it. im going to be 30 in january lmao and my offsite life has more than enough of its fair fucking share of bullshit. i dont have the mental nor emotional capacity to deal with the kinds of online pettiness or silliness that has cropped up. ive had more of my share in people who are ma.nipulative, ab.usive, etc that i dont really care to engage with in a space that i really try hard to ensure stays as peaceful and as much of a solace to myself as possible. if you're chill and just here to vibe? then we're completely gucci lol. but i dont respond well in the slightest to guilt trips, or passive aggressive attempts at getting interactions or anything. it makes me wildly uncomfortable - seen it too much, deal with similar way too much w people in my offsite life and im honestly so tired and jaded to it all. im here to chill, chat about muses, go to Texas, just. relax and take it easy. got enough shit goin' on offsite as is let me just have fun here :') like literally just. read my rules, dont push me or my boundaries, let us just have a good time and chill leave the petty shit at the door im begging.

MUSE PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT : okay look- FNJKS my go-to, my habit, is always gonna be Angst / the horrors. its been that way for many years. you can ask my offsite co-writer/friend, she's literally been Tormented by me for nearly two decades now- FKJSDA but seriously, it doesnt entirely matter. angst, fluff, horror, etc etc like. i enjoy where the character takes me - if its gearing towards angst? then imma be as heartbreaking as possible. if its sweet fluff? i hope you like cotton candy cause im stuffing an entire blob of it in your mouth like- i just enjoy the dynamics between characters and where that can lead them - and i fucking love the dynamics the pals and i have been cooking these few weeks theyre delicious and i love them all ♡ smut however..... my enemy. nfsjdk its noted already in my rules im not gonna go into it but. smuts only vaguely referenced on a sideblog that im keeping to a very small pool of people im comfortable with so; i over-criticize my writing it & constantly delete/restart it so. dont expect to see me post anything here on main anymore re: smut fgnsdkd

PLOTS OR MEMES : funny how it used to be strictly memes but, ive found myself after returning heavily preferring at least SOME plotting before i feel comfortable just winging it in responses. c; its not required, nor necessary, but it helps to be chatting at least ooc about the muses so i have a better idea of how to write something out.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : OKAY SO LOOK- i cannot begin to say how unhinged my fucking writing has been overall here cause truly? my responses on other blogs used to be so minimal??? read: NORMAL. and yet here i am now in this little corner dishing out fuckin' novels half the time like who the fuck am i- lmao its been so much fun building those longer responses up tho like?? and the fact that ya'll enjoy them so much makes me happy but also i am Sorry not only for the novels in my responses but also my novel tangents in dms like goddamn i dont know how to shut-

BEST TIME TO WRITE : for me it used to be solely in the dead of night cause thats when all the day chaos finally quieted down but. now for the most part its just. whenever i get a burst of energy and motivation to.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : uhh................. if i HAD to choose its like... maybe a gentle mix of danny / simmi / ana? mostly simmi in terms of just. resting bitch face, keeps to themself, idk fnsdk but overall not? really? they got some shared snippets that i do but as more of an overall? not in the slightest i think lol

TAGGED BY : scruffed from across the dash from kels uwu TAGGING : literally any of ya'll if you wanna do it too c:

#cant believe i had to put a readmore on this cause i can never just Write something of Normal Fucking Length- FSBK #[ 𝟎𝟎 ] ── * 𝐎𝐎𝐂. { renee. }

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casperthinks · 2 years

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Triggered

An exercise

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If you don’t understand why everyone is making such a fuss about this word and you would like to, this post is for you.

If you think that there is no possible good explanation and that it’s all about oversensitive snowflakes, this post is not for you. I know that you won’t listen to me, but I want this to serve as reassurance for the people I am talking to that your interference and derailment will not be tolerated. Furthermore, I will be basing my judgement of what you believe on how you act, and not what you claim.

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I’m not going to explain the mechanics of trauma, because it’s possible you’ve been misled into believing trauma is a flashy word that people use to overstate their case, and you won’t take me seriously if you see it again.

This is also not going to be a display of how much I know stuff, at least not if I do it correctly. I would simply like to lead you in an exercise of self-reflection. It could get rough, so I’d line up a friend to talk to, but if you don’t have one, please talk to me.

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The examples in this segment will not apply to everyone. Cooperation with this exercise looks like making an active effort to substitute a personal example and extrapolate from there. There are building instructions that can work with any color pieces.

If you don't feel like collaborating with this exercise, that is okay. They're not mandatory. I hope you enjoy the next post down.

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I would like you to think about the worst thing that has ever happened to you. Not the thing other people would agree is bad. The one you can least tolerate the feeling of. And I know that this is vulnerable, and difficult, and personal, and shameful, and maybe even humiliating. But I’m not asking you to share it. I’m asking you to consider it.

Maybe it was an assault, or a robbery, or a house fire. Maybe it was abuse in your childhood, or later, or if, for reasons of self-preservation, you refuse to call it that, maybe a chronically distant or constantly angry parent. Maybe it was being poor for years. Maybe it was your dog getting sick because you didn’t know how to care for a dog, and the crushing realization that this was on you. Maybe it was military service.

Maybe you don’t want to admit to me, or to yourself, that any of those things had an impact, or even that they happened at all. Because that would be weak. I have to say, if you insist on using that framework, that true weakness would have to be hiding from what the truth can teach you about yourself.

But I don’t want to use that framework. I just want you to pay attention.

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Perhaps, even though the assault or the house fire or the robbery or the dog, or the abuse, or being poor, or war, didn’t have any effect on you whatsoever, you may still notice that you are jumpy or frustrated around people who are larger than you. Maybe you get annoyed when people walk up behind you and touch you before you know they’re there, and then you just can’t seem to unwind for a while.

I want you to think about whether you have a lowered tolerance to the smell of smoke, or the sound of fire alarms. Maybe there’s a zero tolerance policy for candles on birthday cakes that people think is silly. Maybe you don’t get why people find wood wick candles soothing, because the crackle drives you mad. Or maybe you’re intensely preoccupied with the state of your electrical wiring, and it takes up more of your time and energy than it feels like it should. Or maybe you think your friends are crazy for not being kept awake at night by this.

Maybe home security is of more importance to you than anyone else you know. Maybe you wake up multiple times over the course of one night to check the doors are locked. Maybe you start fights with friends over kitchen knives being left lying about, which they don’t seem to think is a big deal. Maybe you get really upset when people slam doors, or stomp around, or raise their voice. Maybe it makes you very angry when someone passive-aggressively performs a chore at you because they think you should’ve done it. Maybe you feel like a fight is about to break out whenever your partner sighs and then says nothing else. Maybe you’re distant from people and protective of your interests, or maybe, conversely, you seek interaction all the time and find it very hard to be alone.

Maybe you’re finding it difficult to connect to or care about animals now, or maybe they make you anxious. Or, in complete opposition to that, perhaps you are now concerned with the fate of every stray dog on earth, and get super worked up about everything you see on the web that even looks like it might imply bad pet ownership.

If you were, or more likely, are poor, are you particularly concerned with exactly how much food you buy? Are you stressed about wasting it, or feel like you failed in some way? Do you get angrier than your friends when an object breaks, sometimes even if it belongs to them and not you? Have you ever picked a fight about someone else’s frivolous spending because you were trying to help them? Do you feel guilty when you turn on the heat if it’s any warmer than ten below zero outside?

Can you even comfortably inhabit a room if you don’t know where all the exits are? I want you to ask yourself if your relationships seem to be degrading. If you feel more disconnected and less well understood than before, and if that isolation makes you feel resentful, sometimes, about stuff other people think is totally fine.

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I’m not going to judge you for these feelings, experiences and reactions. I just want you to really look at them. To really sink into this awareness of their impact on your behavior and emotions. Of their effect on the life you get to live, and how you live it. I want you to really internalize every time you’ve had the passing thought that none of this makes any sense to someone who doesn’t live in your head. To notice how big the leap is between the house fire and the cake. Notice how the awareness doesn’t fix the feeling. how it just incentivizes you to deny and conceal it. How you never get to talk about the event, and how you maybe wouldn’t want to even if it were guaranteed to help.

Go back to the feeling.

Now imagine that someone comes along and compares it to being annoyed about bad movie adaptations, or instant coffee, or a stupid joke. Even if you believe that your feelings should have zero importance in a public forum (and you don’t believe that, unless you’re being actively dishonest), I’m sure you understand how the comparison, the disrespect and dishonesty, the deliberate obstruction of it, is infuriating and absurd.

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That’s why we get upset about people trivializing triggers. Because triggers are things like the scenarios I have just asked you to consider. They are events that cause a visceral, disorientating reaction (to an event highly similar to, but other than, what you are directly experiencing), that even you cannot always reliably connect back to the source. They are a pain response to a memory of intense unease, discomfort, insecurity, suffering, or fear that refuses to be relegated to the past tense because the brain has no reason to believe it will stop happening.

If it ever seems like the left uses this term trivially (aside from the disingenuous attempts to turn the concept around on the right, which are trivializing and which I disapprove of), it’s because you don’t have an accurate sense of the event it links back to, or the impact of it.

Another reason it can seem trivial is this: Society doesn’t like it when people are aware that events have had lasting detrimental impacts on them. Because that tends to call the status quo into question, and it might lead people to interrogate the structure and purpose of the military, or the damaging ideas about child-rearing that we hold, or hell, even capitalism. And a lot of people have a lot of money to make off the status quo.

So, for their benefit, you are being sold the following piece of fiction:

1) to be strong / moral / good / patriotic / [any arbitrary value that is in vogue right now] is to convince yourself, and then act as though, no event, circumstance or system can ever have an effect on you that is not expressly and exclusively your fault. It follows then that everything everyone else is having a hard time with is also exclusively their fault, and thus,

2) any discussion or criticism of the effects of such events or systems on people or groups of people are the ungrateful whining of a generation that has never faced any adversity.

Now watch the magic happen. Not only is that enough to convince you to dismiss the Left out of hand as a group with no political legitimacy, but it’s often enough to make you resent us based on the notion that we are trying to convince you to adopt a victimhood mentality.

And now you’re not listening to anything that we have to say, even when it’s a legitimate critique. Because we have been reduced to a strawman fundamentally incapable of legitimate critique.

I call that The Conservative Tranquilizer.

You don’t have to fall for it.

#Casper thinks #therapy with Casper #mine #Mental health

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wh6res · 3 years

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one more time | markhyuck

"if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you’re gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" — lhc

warnings. dubious content, swearing, bondage, voyeurism, masturbation, exhibitionism, mentions of stalking, fingering, oral (f receiving), degradation, there’s a knife (but no knifeplay), a threesome, implied kidnapping

disclaimer. i dont condone anything. this isnt a normal relationship. this aint love.

note. prolly going to hell for this but who cares. markhyuck for @nakamotocore i wuv ya ie please get better soon! TT and dom hyuck for my napaka kalat na mami @donghyukcore

against all rational thinking, haechan is getting bored from seeing the pathetic five feet distance between you and mark when he comes home. he tries to understand the other male in the relationship. truly, he does, even if he highly doubts that celibate little mark lee can pleasure you the way he can but everything's practically past that line now. donghyuck just wants to have some fun with you two, is that too much to ask for? at this point, he's blatantly ignoring the fact that you and mark don't even like each other.

but haechan cares for mark just as much as he cares about you and he won't just let his best friend miss out on all the fun things he can do to their little doll, right? what kind of a friend would he be? once haechan shoves him into a world of temptation and sin and pleasure, mark would kiss his self-induced celibacy goodbye.

plus, you've been awfully naughty these days.

talks about wanting to come home or getting at least a few rights to have gadgets were the only thing you said whenever you see him. it went as far as practically growling and running away from haechan when he tries to initiate something with you, screeching your lungs out and saying, "don't fucking touch me, you creepy little psycho!"

deflowering mark.

punishing you.

he'd be killing two birds with one stone.

he's fucked your stubborn little self into submission once, but all that overprivileged tv sessions might've put silly little ideas into your dumb little head again. alas, no worries, he'll just have to do it one more time. and maybe, now with the aid of his good 'ol buddy mark, they'll both be able to screw you up so good you'll never want to leave their clutches.

"gumdrop, can you come here for a second?"

haechan isn't deaf to the exaggerated groan you let out from the living room and it grates on his nerves how utterly brave you are for being passive aggressive. you reminded him of a little girl in a temper tantrum because they weren't given any candy - and when you show up in the master bedroom clad in your little pink dress, eyes upturned and sharp, a pathetic little girl was all he can think of when he saw you.

only now did he notice that you had even detangled your hair from the intricate braids haechan spent at least twenty minutes doing earlier this morning. where was mark all this time? why wasn’t he there to stop you? geez, you both are so going to get it, this time!

"what do you want?"

"can you give me a hug? i felt awfully stressed at work today. i need my little gumdrop."

this was obviously a test. don't get him wrong, he'll still punish you but if just this one time you learned to swallow that bitchy attitude and come crawling to him as the perfect lover should, maybe he won't be too harsh.

but he gave you too much credit, he thinks. of course his dumb cockwhore doesn't know shit. of fucking course, you wouldn't know it was a test. not when you scoffed, rolled your eyes at him, and spun in your heels to walk back to the living room.

"beat your meat with your own hands, creep."

haechan's reaction is immediate, his long legs allowing no delay in crossing the room to mercilessly fist your hair. he had pulled your hair so bad you thought it was going to rip right at the roots, all of his pent up anger due to your poor behavior channeling into that one grip.

you feel his scoff of disbelief against the curve of your neck as haechan pulls you flush against his body. "what the fuck did you just say to me?" he laughs patronizingly. "beat my meat with my own hands – aw, baby! that has got to be the best one yet!"

it truly was, though. he's not going to lie. out of every vicious snarl and hate-induced words you said to him, that particular offhand comment takes the cake. seriously, sometimes haechan thinks you're deliberately trying to make him furious – gumdrop, if you wanted to be fucked silly, all you had to do was ask.

he hurls you to the mattress, breath knocking right out of your lungs. before you can even sit back up and crawl away from haechan, he's already crawling over your body to sit directly on your stomach, fiddling with something on the headboard. you nearly scream in frustration, no matter what you do, you just can't throw him off of you!

"i don't know why the fuck you're behaving this way but it's gone too far. one more time. do i need to fuck some respect into you, one more time?”

a new wave of motivation surges through you when you hear the familiar click clacking of metal. your eyes widened just a fraction, the only thing that gave away the unease quickly seeping under your skin. if not for haechan's perceptive eyes, he would have missed it.

he merely used one hand to grip both your wrists in a vice. "no!" you squirmed, tossing and turning and trying with all your might to get him off of you. "no! i don't want that – not the cuffs!"

he loops the respective bands around your wrists with practiced ease. the last handcuffs he used had torn and marked your skin, something haechan wasn't fond of. only he can paint your bare skin with colors.

thus, he bought newer ones. the bands were a bright shade of red, connected to each other using a medium sized chain that loops around one of the steel wires of the bed, and the little bells attached to the bands ring with your every movement.

haechan knows the bells drove you crazy. its incessant ringing driving you up the wall as you couldn't keep your hands still whenever he fucked you to oblivion – he knew how much you loathed the sound of the bells, all the more reason for him to enjoy.

and mark, too. speaking of which…

you stubbornly pull at your bounded hands, glaring at the man before you as he studies your state. the corners of his lips curl up at the sight of you struggling. "you always look so good in red, gumdrop."

before you were given a chance to reply, he stormed out of the room with a sense of purpose bounding his steps. "lee donghyuck!" you screamed. "fucking come back and get me out of these, you pervert!"

he can hear you thrashing in your chains and yelling profanities from a room away. where was the demure girl he turned you into after only a week living in the apartment? though funny enough, the blood in haechan's sadistic side rushes in excitement at the prospect of wiping that glare off your face. it wasn't the fear, nor your submission that gets him off. it was the idea that he can and he will break you down no matter how many times you try to build yourself back up again.

he's not too sure whether he's going to eliminate that dirty mouth you've developed, though. because you did make him snort in the most unattractive way when you told him he can fucking jack himself off when he had been merely asking for a hug. this aggressive side you developed is… nice. he can work with it.

"can you ask your play thing to keep it down?" mark hisses, flinching and making an offkey sound with his guitar when a certain screech from you caught him off-guard.

haechan smiles.

"why don't you shut her up?"

it took a good few minutes trying to talk mark into stepping into the bedroom where he's got you chained to the headboard, but alas, haechan can be persuasive if he wants to be.

frankly, the younger man is sick and tired of hearing both of you bicker – it's no wonder you've developed a sharp tongue! it's all mark's fault and yet it's haechan that has to do the dirty work of setting you straight all over again. you're a tough cookie to crack, someone hauntingly immune to the violence and chaos.

and yet…

"you don't – don't seriously plan on doing this, do you?" your eyes go back and forth between the two males, primarily addressing the younger, devil-spawned male. haechan, ever observant, picks up the light tremor in your voice.

haechan had uttered a playful "if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you're gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" before forcing the older boy to sit by your side, mark's thighs grazing the temples of your head as your eyes awkwardly flutter up to the spectator.

mark couldn't deny he was intrigued by the emotion reflecting in your orbs. when your eyes met, it was a silent plea, he just knew it was. and unlike vulnerable and helpless you, mark, to some extent, still had at least some sense of freedom to him. he can choose to walk away, to stop haechan from trying to get him laid, maybe even talk the other boy into postponing your punishment.

but he'll do no such thing.

not because he has a moral compass (he doesn't, really) but because mark knew firsthand, there's no stopping haechan once he sets his mind into something – and right now, if that boy wants to punish you and use mark to fulfil his exhibitionistic fantasies then that's what'll happen.

your bottoms were the first to go, haechan's blunt nails digging into your skin as he pulled it down slowly, patronizingly, while watching bemused at your squirming. "this is how you know she needs a reminder," he says, addressing mark. "a good princess should take whatever's given to her like a good girl but if she's being an ungrateful brat –"

you flinch when he harshly smacks your thigh.

"– she gets what’s coming for her, right?"

there's a second's delay with mark's reply. haechan didn't mean for the question to be rhetorical, he wanted an answer from the other boy.

"right, mark?"

"r – right…"

haechan laughs, flipping the skirt of your dress up. "what, are you that excited for pussy that you're stuttering? that's cute."

you hear mark intake a sharp breath when haechan dives in to give you feathery kisses in your inner thigh. he always starts off this way, after figuring out this gets you wet way faster than simply kissing you.

as haechan starts talking, lips lazily grazing over your skin, you fight hard not to utter a single sound as you pull on your chains. "listen carefully, markie. do you hear those whimpers? she likes it," you feel the prickles of his sharp stare. "she's just too much of a fucking brat to admit it. go on gumdrop, your fighting spirit makes this all the more interesting."

you hate the patronizing tone he used as his hands trail higher, and higher until it's pinching at the bud of your clit. and against your whole being trying to keep your lips sealed, alas, it parts and creates a soft whimper that has mark stiffening next to you.

haechan lays his tongue flat against your folds. you weren't in the least bit wet yet to accommodate his size, but that's easy. he merely circles the bud with the tip of his tongue before pushing two fingers in. months of standing in the shadows outside your window had made him memorize the movement of your fingers whenever you pleasured yourself.

he felt the jolts of the bed as you shook your head side to side, trying with everything you can to hold your moans in. a corner of his lips can’t help but curl up. "what, gumdrop? too shy to lose yourself because we have an audience? don't worry our celibate little friend over here seems to like it. go on, give him a show."

too lost in the ministrations of his lips and fingers, you don't see haechan meeting eyes with mark, nodding at an object lying on the bed side table. you can only shudder when the cool tip of a knife presses against the base of your throat, hooking under the collar of your dress as mark slowly rips it off.

but haechan doesn't have the patience. "dude, give that to me. at your phase you'll get her naked tomorrow. let the tip cut her skin, the bitch deserves it anyway."

you scream when he drags it unceremoniously down your front, narrowly missed tearing at your navel. there are a few pricks of pain here and there for when the knife accidentally nicked your skin. he sure was ruthless as can be. why did you even bother acting like a brat, cursed him out, when it gave you no benefits whatsoever? did he unknowingly transform you into this sick little masochist that thrived on his sadism?

"no."

it was a defeated whisper. the last of your resolve turning into dust as the breath escapes your lungs. why did losing feel so heavy in your chest? you don't notice your arms slumping, nor your head nodding off to one side, the weight of your horrible reality sinking into you once again as if you had only been kidnapped yesterday.

but it had not been yesterday. it's been days. weeks. months. and the last time you sneakily got ahold of mark's phone and searched for your name, the last news clip or article published about your disappearance had been three months ago. that only meant one thing.

they weren't looking for you anymore.

just like that the world continued, other people's lives continued. all the while you're stuck here, rotting in the arms of your captors.

haechan's face emerged in front of you. he smiles and you would've believed he felt an ounce of guilt if not for that wicked stare in his eyes. "you've always been most beautiful like this, gumdrop. the hope disappearing in your eyes upon the realization that no one's coming for you anymore – i love it. i love you, my pretty girl."

he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead but he might as well have shot you straight in the heart.

there was no warning, nothing to ready you for the sudden intrusion happening on your bottom half and it was so bad, that it made you shut your eyes, hands wrapping around the chains as tears started falling across your cheeks.

rough fingers reached out and wiped them away.

something felt off.

the fingers were too calloused, opposed to the softness of haechan's nimble fingers. and while the aforementioned male had more length than girth, the person who's thrusting himself inside you is the complete opposite. he's stretching you out too much, not even bothering to give you time to adjust when he's already bucking his hips like an animal.

"shh, it's okay. i'll take care of you…"

this wasn't haechan.

and when you fluttered your eyes open to see mark's boyish little face, you can't help that look of betrayal painting your features. at least you only had to deal with one obsessive, sex-deprived freak. now, you're not so sure if you can handle both of them.

how foolish of you to think that mark's self-induced celibacy stretched far and wide when in reality, he was also just a boy with his own needs. a slave to his own temptations.

how cruel. so, so cruel.

in the back of your mind, you were thankful haechan cared enough to properly get you in the mood or else you would've been staining the bed sheets red by how deep and frantic mark’s thrusts were. it felt like he wanted to tear you in half.

"if i didn't know better i'd say you're experienced, markie! i wouldn't fucking know you're a virgin by how much you're humping her like a dog.”

curse him and his dirty mouth. his constant degradation is making it easier for mark to slide in and out of you, and a proof for that is the lewd slick sounds echoing in the room partnered with the older male's deep grunts – a complete opposite of the pitched, whiny sounds haechan makes.

'gumdrop, come on! be noisy with our first-timer here just how you're always noisy with me, yeah? don't be such a killjoy." the pout in his voice is evident, coming from the side of your ear.

you wish you had never turned your head, otherwise you wouldn't have to see him pumping his own dick in his hands right in front of you. the glare you shot probably looked pathetic, what with all the tears streaming down your face and your little theory proves true when you see his mouth quirk up to the side.

"i fucking hate you."

"mark, fuck her harder, wouldja? until she learns her fucking lesson."

the disturbed stare you gave him does not slip his notice, his hand's pace turning erratic, spurred by the slick sound of your walls, skin clapping, and mark's broken whines.

make him stop, your eyes said. please.

but haechan only shoots you an innocent smile before shaking his head. "didn't you tell me to beat my meat with my own hands?"

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lila-rae · 2 years

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🙄🙄🙄 rolling my eyes at Tom liking ig stans posts about the photos yesterday. Dude is a walking and talking contradiction. I cannot wait to see him learn in real time when he moves to NYC. You are not 19 anymore and able to causally walk down the street like a average person, Tom. Both him and Z have been viewed by billions of people and paps get huge paydays for their photos. I was hopeful with them going to such public areas and playing it for the cameras that they'd be changing their ways but clearly that was only for a few hours. Buy a house in some private part of NYC and hire actual drivers and security and don't frequent highly popular areas. They were caught, by fans and paps, in NYC in December multiple times and were fine so what's the issue now? Zs probably a little better on this than him but it's silly how ruffled he gets over this. Sir, idk who you think you aren't but having a thing against paps seems hella silly when they'll only get worse. Learn to befriend them or avoid their typical sights or something. Idk if he feels as though there's plenty of high profile celebrities who don't get papped but few have the attention of youth as he and Z do and MANY are papped they just don't go viral. NYC is going to be a tough but necessary evil for him especially since Z will be working for a good portion of it so it'll be him on his own without her as a buffer. Grow up and make an actual plan, dude. This weird back and forth makes him look silly and immature.

I defended him with the London pics because they were super invasive and crossed a line. They weren’t in public and had a reasonable expectation of privacy at his parent’s home. That I get being upset over. But I’m sorry anything in New York shouldn’t be a shock. I know his publicist has explained to him this (she’s way too competent and respected not to) he knew the risks when he stepped foot out of a car to go to Mamo of all places. Like dude just get a grip and understand your situation instead of being passive aggressive with family pages. It’s not cute or becoming and he just looks like an entitled brat who wants his cake and to eat it too. Cause if he really didn’t think pictures were going to be taken leaving the front door of your hotel or the movie screening of his own film he’s delusional. And of he’s mad about photos with Z being shared why bring her out where he knows there are cameras. Or why not use the service entrance I know that hotel has. I’m kind of over his weird nonsensical expectations and his IG liking to “make a statement”. You want to be mad at someone be mad at the system that’s designed to raise celebrity to the point people want to see pictures of you out and know about your life. Don’t be shady to your own fan pages about highly public images. Makes you look like a dick.

Ok end 4 am rant courtesy of baby girl dancing on my bladder. I’m going back to sleep now.

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rayofsunas · 3 years

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arguments.

A/n: happy Tuesday everyone! I hope your day is going alright. my week so far has surprisingly been great! let’s hope it stays that way :) anyways, enjoy everyone and stay safe!

Summary: arguments with their s/o.

Parings: Xiao/Reader, Zhongli/Reader, Albedo/Reader (all gn)

Warnings: arguments, fluff, angst

Word count: 1.3k

Requested by @fernackerman

Xiao

if you and Xiao get into an argument, you best believe it’s over something serious

they aren’t full-fledged screaming matches tho, he doesn’t wanna waste his energy on that

argument examples: boundaries, personal space, etc.

he finds his personal space very important

he simply doesn’t engage petty arguments

why? because they’re a waste of time and energy

he can be difficult to deal with, let's be real

he’s blunt, though respectful, but he speaks his mind a lot, most of the time it just happens that way

so if you happen to argue, which surprisingly happens quite a bit because of his bluntness, you’re in for it

he’s not cruel, he’s not mean either, he’s just very, very blunt and DOES NOT CARE

he’s bold let's just say that

I feel like he doesn’t like overly clingy people, so if you happen to be clinging to him like a lost puppy, sorry, he’s going to be irritated and an argument will happen

he enjoys personal space and if you’re hanging all over him, he hates it so much

and trust me, he has a sassy retort for everything

“Quit clinging to me, it’s annoying.” Xiao snapped, pushing you away from him.

“I’m barely clinging, you’re just bitter.” You huffed in annoyance.

“Yeah, because you’re hanging off of me like a lost dog. Get off.”

don’t ask him stupid questions either, especially if you already know the answer to them and are trying to be funny, tease or get a rise out of him

he may seem like a fun sponge shh

do you have questions concerning his past? don’t ask... most likely if he hasn’t told you yet, there’s a good reason for it (he might one day)

so pls pls don’t do this, he’ll get all defensive and show you his wrath

“Stop asking so many questions, why do you need to know everything?”

“You’re annoying, I don’t know why I even put up with you...”

of course he doesn’t mean it, he's just upset and feels his privacy is being invaded

rule number one, don’t ask about his past if he hasn’t shown interest in speaking about it

don’t worry though, after arguments, despite his pride, he ALWAYS apologizes

he doesn’t want to lose you

you’re the one great thing in his life, he can’t lose you

he’ll apologize and give you a kith on your cheek muah

fight me I know despite being touch starved, his preferred love language is physical

Zhongli

y’all don’t argue, simple as that

so arguments usually don’t happen tbh

thank goodness

Zhongli is incredibly forgiving and the least argumentative of the three boys

the arguments are never serious (okay not never, but you get what I mean)

they’re usually playful, peaceful, zero malice behind words

“Zhongli, did you drink all the milk and not replace it?”

“So what if I did, dear.”

“I was going to use that to make a cake you brat!”

“Me a brat? You’re acting very bratty right now, dear.”

it’s arguments like these that are entirely playful and don’t leave you both angry at one another or bothered

he doesn’t like arguing, with anybody!

he likes to keep the peace with his s/o

on the rare, rare, RARE occasion that there’s an argument it usually about your wellbeing

“I told you I’m fine! Archons, leave me alone, Zhongli.”

“You’re bleeding! I am trying to help you. Stop being childish.”

“Me childish? You worry about silly things.”

“This is not silly! I don’t want to see you hurt!”

he really, really cares and wants to protect you, so that’s going to be the root of the arguments

you putting yourself in danger really angers him, humans aren’t expendable in his eyes, you’re not expendable

LISTEN TO HIM

please stop putting yourself in danger Y/n, or else you’re going to face an angry Archon

but even during arguments, he’s not mean at all

the point of the arguments aren’t to belittle you or make you hate him, no

they’re to make you realize that he’s worried about you

a wake-up call, I should say

his intentions are cruel or malicious, you just need to realize that he’s worried about you and that’ll fix everything

it doesn’t take Zhongli a long time to apologize, especially if you’re visibly upset

he’s apologizing immediately

right after the argument, he’s practically bowing at your feet, asking for forgiveness

he really does not want to hurt your feelings, he loves you so much

just listen to him when he has concerns and everything will be good

Albedo

okay, you two don’t argue a lot, simply because Albedo is not a hostile or angry guy

he’s so gentle pls (how many times do I have to say we gotta protecc him?!?)

he has no reason to argue with you, none at all

but arguing is normal, a healthy part of relationships he says, despite the obvious

the arguments happen when he’s usually stressed, other than that they don’t happen

so, you only argue if you touch something of his that he doesn’t want you to OR question his thinking and try to persuade him into believing a theory of your own

one, his lab is a complete mess, so yeah the thought is nice when you attempt to clean it yourself and the first few times he accepts it

a clean space is better than working in a messy and shrewd one

but if you constantly keep misplacing things and cleaning the area to the point where he can’t find or reach something, he’s going to be mad

“I’m not mad, but it really bothers me when you misplace my stuff.”

“You sound mad...And I’m sorry, I was just helping.”

“Well don’t.”

ummmm... just say you’re mad sir lmao

his anger is a different type of anger... he can be very passive-aggressive during arguments

he doesn’t want to make a big deal, but he’s going to show and let you know somehow that he’s bothered

two, don’t try to persuade his thinking or tell him his findings are incorrect/not valid

he despises this so much

nothing in the world is set in stone, science doesn’t have rules, unless it relates to equations

he’s not a puppet so don’t try to make him believe in what you do

he may agree, but if he doesn’t don’t force it, he won’t like the idea of feeling like you’re trying to box him into a single thought

pls don’t do this, even if you mean well, don’t

and trust me when I say this, he prefers a s/o who questions his findings

he WANTS you to be engaged with what he does, or else this will never work

so he enjoys that you question his findings and bring a better understanding to the table, possible other equations and even broaden his thinking

but he hates when you try to tell belittle his thinking/research and state you know something better than he does

that may be the case, but don’t lmao

of course you’d never do it on purpose, Archons no

“I really don’t think this is correct.” You said.

“There are no limitations to my research.”

“Yes but-”

“You sound like a know-it-all, did you forget I’ve studied this for years?”

yeah, end of the day, don’t touch his stuff, don’t try to be a puppet master or control him

but even then, you two don’t argue unless he’s very, very stressed

he works the hardest to apologize

he hates the idea of going to bed beside one another, and there being “bad blood”

he’s going to do whatever it takes to show his sincerity when he apologizes

because although this is not an excuse, his snappiness is majority of the time due to stress and that will be the only time he lets anger control his thinking

2.23.21, rayofsunas

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paradox-psyc-hoe-sis · 3 years

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Peter Parker Fluff Alphabet

Peter parker x reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: None, other than tooth rotting fluff

A/N: howdy! It's been 84 years since I last posted any originals so here's a fluff alphabet, I plan on doing quite a few more in the future! Enjoy - Aphrodite

A - activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Between school, Peter loves to spend time with you in his & May's apartment. He sees the city so much while being spider man, so a cozy night in with pizza and Star Wars is his favourite thing. Peter will try and spend as much time with you as possible, but you both have tight schedules due to being avengers, so he'll take whatever he can get. He always feels guilty about not being able to spend as much time with you as he wants, so sometimes you have to reassure him that any time spent together is time well spent.

B - beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Peter is 100% about personality over looks, and he thinks the most beautiful part of you is your kind and caring nature. He loves your open mindedness and the fact you treat everybody equally, but he also loves the sarcastic and witty side of you. He values your personality loads, but it's just a plus that you're also the most gorgeous person he's ever seen.

C - comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

When you feel down or a bit anxious, Peter can always sense it. He doesn't blatantly tell you, but he always shows you a lot more physical affection to make you feel better. He'll hold your hand and rub small circles on it with his thumb, he'll cuddle up to you and gently massage whatever part of you is closest to him, anything to physically distract you. If you're alone then he'll give you small pecks or the forehead - not only does it make you feel better, but it also makes him feel better too.

D - dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Literally every day. When he's bored in class, when he's trying to get to sleep, when he sees something that reminds him of you; you're on his mind a lot, he absolutely adores you.

E - equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

It depends on the situation. When you're on a mission together and there's even a slight threat, he's automatically dominant and gets very protective of you. But usually he's quite passive, with a hint of dominance when he gets jealous.

F - fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

You and Peter rarely every fight, but when you do have small arguments he's always the first to apologise. The only time you both have had a really serious fight is when you got badly injured after a mission and he got angry that you unnecessarily put your life at risk. However, he was still the first to apologise, as he couldn't stay mad at you for long.

G - gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Oh boy, Peter is SO grateful for everything you do. In fact, he's grateful even when you aren't doing anything. Just knowing that he has the most amazing and kind s/o in the world makes him so thankful.

H - honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

You know pretty much all of Peter's secrets, so there isn't much for him to hide. Even when he does have something he wasn't planning on sharing, he always tells you. He knows you won't judge or tell anyone else, therefore he often uses you as a human diary.

I - inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around?

You and Peter both changed each other for the better. Peter made you appreciate the small things so much more, and has taught you a lot about his favourite things, music, and science. Whereas you've taught him a lot of hand-to-hand combat, and love teaching him your hobbies & the languages you know.

J - jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Peter trusts you completely, so when he sees you spending time with another man then he doesn't really mind. He knows you would never flirt with anyone but him, but as soon as he sees the other person get handsy then he's automatically pissed. He's quite good at hiding his emotions though, so he'd only be slightly passive aggressive towards whoever is flirting with you. He knows you can handle yourself, but sometimes he just wants to make sure people know you're his.

K - kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Your first kiss was amazing. You had been dating for a few months and were spending the night at the avengers tower, in which Peter has a room. You were both cuddled on his bed, eating ice cream, watching Back To The Future when you caught him looking at you. You didn't have time to say anything before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Before you could register what was happening, he leaned back with a crimson blush plastered on his cheeks. You cupped his cheek and pulled him back in, this time for longer. His lips tasted of the chocolate brownie ice cream he had been eating, but it was so wonderful and sweet that neither of you will ever forget it.

L - love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

The first time Peter told you he loved you was mid-battle. You, Peter, Sam and Natasha were fighting a group of criminals who were trying to infiltrate Stark Industries - while fighting one of them, you looked over to your boyfriend when you spotted one of the criminals with a knife running up to Peter behind his back. In an instant you jumped over and saved him, using your abilities to your advantage. Once the crimumal was on the floor, Peter laughed, mouth agape, "I love you so much!"

You froze, completely shocked, not knowing what to do. It was only later that evening when you knew what you had to do, so you caught Peter in the hallway of the tower and kissed him, with as much passion as you had in your body. Peter responded quickly, one hand resting gently your waist and the other cupping your cheek. You both stood there for a few minutes, lips working in harmony, before you pulled away and pressed your foreheads together.

"I love you too."

M - marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

You and Peter are still young, so marriage isn't something you both have thought about too much. Despite this, he knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and eventually get married and start a family. He hasn't brought it up with you as he doesn't want to scare you off, but he knows you feel the same way.

N - nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Peter has loads of cute pet names that he loves to call you, but also has a few silly ones from stupid incidents in the past. He still calls you 'apple' from when you first met and you spilled apple juice all down your clothes, but his signature pet names are 'honey' and, in private, 'baby'.

O - on Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It's very obvious to everyone in the tower and at school that he's head over heels for you. He's constantly making heart-eyes at you, and is always talking about you when you're not around. He compliments you so much that you don't think he's ever said a normal sentence without letting you know how appreciated you are!

P - PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Peter isn't the biggest fan of intense PDA, but would go crazy with it when you're alone. When in public he usually sticks with holding hands, a hand resting on your thigh or around your waist, and small pecks on the temple. When you're alone Peter loves to cuddle, give you small massages of your achy muscles, and would happily kiss you non-stop. But Peter really loves the domestic affection you share, like when he washes your hair or gets to cook with you.

Q - quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

It's almost like Peter can read minds. If you think about something small that you want, then he'll get you it the next day. You don't know how he does it, but you've always believed that your connection is more powerful than anything you've ever felt. Fancy red velvet cake for dessert? He's already there with a slice. Thinking about rewatching the Harry Potter movies? He'll suggest a move night just in time.

R - Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Peter is very romantic, and likes doing a lot of the cliché things that happen in the movies. But Peter has a lot of creative ideas when it comes to dates and ways to spend time with each other, so you're always in for a good time. He would do anything to make you happy, no matter how cheesy and sappy it is.

S - support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He would do anything to help you achieve your dreams, and will always help you reach success. He studies with you, trains with you, and is there at your beck and call to make sure you know you're supported.

T - thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

You and Peter don't really have a routine, but neither do you spice things up too much. You're always trying new things, and neither of you lead boring lives, so there's always fun stuff to do.

U - understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Pete is extremely empathetic with you, and knows you better than you know yourself. You've been through some stuff that he doesn't know too much about, but he supports you through everything that he can, and you always do the same.

V - value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is the most important thing in the world to the both of you, but more so to Peter. He's lost too many people in his life, and the thought of losing you makes him want to die. You're his world, his life, and his one true love, and there's nothing more important to him than the bond you both have.

W - Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Peter and you definitely have different love languages and show love in separate ways, but one thing that unites you both is the love of having you hair played with. When you both are cuddling and drifting off to sleep, peter will run his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. And sometimes the roles are reversed, you delicately toying with his soft curls, earning small hums of comfort when he feels your warm fingertips against his forehead.

X - XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Kissing and cuddling is Peter's favourite thing. Being soft and vulnerable yet feeling completely safe means the world to him, and it's even better that he gets to do it to you.

Y - Yearning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

He barely copes. When you're on a mission and he's in the tower he has to find somebody to pester because he doesn't have you there to mess around with. Usually he annoys Bucky or Sam, but he'll be clingy with whoever is there until he has you back in his arms.

Z - Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Peter would simultaneously kill and die for you, and sacrifice all he has left in the world. If it made you happy, he'd do whatever you asked :)

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seunqs · 3 years

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[ a long get to know me tag ]

tagged by: losers @woosohn @yeonjuins

what day is your birthday?

27th june! it’ll be on a monday next year

what’s your favourite colour?

blue! a rather specific shade of light sky blue but i also like dark blue! might be misleading because everyone would think beige/black since that’s the aesthetic i like + almost everything i own is black...

what’s your lucky number?

i don’t have one i think but i tend to say 7 if i’m asked?

do you have any pets?

sadly no >:( will get one in the future idc idc

how tall are you?

158cm tiny i wna be abit taller

how many pairs of shoes do you own?

off my head i think 3 pairs...? just 2 black and 1 white that i rotate depending on the outfit i’m wearing

favorite song?

asdjekw i don’t think i have one specific one but recently i’ve been listening to maniac by nct doyoung & haechan!

other honourable mentions: a book of love by ha hyunsang, wide eyed blind by saint raymond, irreplaceable by nct dream, lmly by jackson wang. that’s all i have off my head

favorite movie?

surprisingly i’m not big on movies... but i’ll always answer parent trap when someone asks! why do i sound like i always have prepared answers in my head for various questions... okay that’s bc i do.

what would be your ideal partner?

@june look away i already know you’re gna say this sounds a lot like someone..

shy... is the main characteristics lmao idky it’s not even like i’m outgoing but i tend to find myself liking shy-er boys over the outgoing ones! aaa those with very obvious leadership qualities and quietly cares and looks out for those around them :’) tsundere! i think shy may appear cold sometimes but i’m rly :’) when the shy ones become very affectionate in private or when you get to know them better :’) or shy with strangers but very goofy and silly with their closer social circle heh those that are more cat-like than dog-like, only approaches you when they’re comfy. okay also shy but willing to speak up when necessary! doesn’t let themselves get bullied for being quiet and also pls speak up for me i hate ordering food pls do it for me HAHAHHA also if they’re passionate about something they like/are good at! good listeners too heh doesn’t need to always have the best advice, just if they would sit with me silently and listen to me and give me a hug afterwards :’’’’’) i think i’m on the touchier side too so if they don’t dislike that it’ll be nice! OH someone who’s good at cooking too bc i hate cooking and the kitchen in general.. i’ll do the dishes though HAHAHAH ok that is all there is a certain idol in my head that is the embodiment of my ideal type and i hate him >:(

do you want children?

no... not so much bc i don’t find them cute or i can’t handle them but i think it’s a commitment that scares me! bringing up the child well with the right character and values ajksdbwkje i don’t know if i’m up to that HAHAHAH

have you gotten in trouble with the law?

nope @woosohn @yeonjuins pls be proud of my direct no why are the two of you.........

bath or shower?

shower! i don’t know if i’ve actually taken a bath before... probably when i was younger HAHAH i think i’ll get bored in the bath and i much rather be relaxing in bed than in the tub

what color socks are you wearing?

barefoot at the moment! the socks i own are mostly solid colour socks / simple cartoon or animal patterns but all ankle socks that can’t be seen with my shoes

favorite type of music?

i listen to pop, r&b and indie! that’s about all and favourite depends on the mood!

how many pillows do you sleep with?

just 1! and a bolster too

what position do you sleep in?

either on my back with hand over my head lmao or turned to either sides while hugging my bolster and face buried into the bolster

what you don’t like when you’re sleeping?

when it’s too hot! canNOT sleep if the weather is too hot. also if i get woken up rudely, by screaming or someone smacking me awake LMAO just tell me nicely to get up and i’ll be out of bed in 10mins pls give me awhile my brain is turning on HAHAHA

what do you have for breakfast?

recently i haven’t woken up early enough for bfast or my family is just about to go out to buy lunch by the time i’m up hahaha but on the days that i’m alive for bfast, iced coffee and any pastry sitting in the fridge! my family is big on pastries like croissants and cakes like banana and carrot cakes! so one of those but the iced coffee is a constant in my first meal of the day

have you ever tried archery?

nope and idt i’ll be good at it tbh....

favorite fruit?

strawberries, apples, peaches! there are some seasonal favs where i rly like them for a period of time and then suddenly not anymore but these 3 are the constants

favorite swear word?

hahahaha i dont think i have a favourite one..... but i say tf a lot and mf for kpop boys who make me more flustered than they should

do you have any scars?

i don’t think so! i have a few stretch marks around my waist and tummy tho

are you a good liar?

yes... HAHAH i used to get scolded so much for lying as a kid lmfao

what’s your personality type?

isfj-t has probably only dipped to isfp-t once but if not constant isfj!

what’s your favorite type of girl?

HAHAHAH uh.... okay with all kinds i think? except people in general who try too hard

innie or outie?

innie. was this question necessary tho AHHAHAHA

left or right-handed?

right-handed

favorite food?

ramen! but i like lots of food lmfao tiramisu, pork belly, lots of noodles, also lots of rice, beef, cakes, ice cream, i think i’m more salty > sweet!

favorite foreign food?

japanese ramen, korean cuisine!, lasagne

are you clean or messy?

clean

most used phrase?

i think alot of keyboard smashes, lmao, wtf, HAHAHAHHAHA, sigh, i’m tired LOL

how long does it take for you to get ready?

depends! fastest i think i can get out of the house 20mins after i’ve woken up. longest probably an hour where outfit is taking a while and accessories needs to be chosen

do you talk to yourself?

in my head yes.

do you sing to yourself?

not often but i sing out loud for the family to hear LOL in my head very often a song is playing up there

are you a good singer?

nop. i don’t think i’m a BAD singer but wouldn’t classify as good either HAHHAHA

biggest fear?

wow so many things but i think biggest is complete darkness, i need to see and know what is going on around me. i sleep with a night light on heh

are you a gossip?

with closer friends yes def HAHAH my school culture tends to have lots of tea that my friends and i don’t like to get too involved in but we do talk about the gossips that goes around hahaha have also been in the center of gossip way too often

do you like long or short hair?

long! can’t imagine myself with short hair.. used to have reallllyyy long hair that goes beyond my waist and cried when i cut it to slightly below shoulder length. that’s the shortest i’ll ever go

favourite school subject?

wow nothing i don’t like school lmfao but humanities and language are way more bearable than math and sciences

extrovert or introvert?

introverted

what makes you nervous?

unpredictable situations, being alone in public (contradictory because in private i would strongly prefer to be alone but i don’t enjoy being alone in public i feel judged HAHAHA), also currently waiting on a reply for something and that’s been keeping me anxious the past 2 days :’)

who was your first real crush?

when i was 13/14, tablemate in school that was kinda shy and had very limited social circle but talked to me endlessly in class lmfao he apparently liked me too but we never dated and went to different schools at 16 y/o. we’re still kinda in touch though! we talked quite a fair bit last month just catching up but he’s more of an acquaintance now

how many piercings do you have?

2! just one normal lobe piercing on either ears, don’t think i’ll get anymore

how fast can you run?

back in school i used to be one of the fastest girls in my class LMFAO i could clock 12.5 minutes for a 2.4km run. stamina came from dancing since i had to run laps before dance class 2 times a week. but that is long in the past and now i get tired from climbing more than 4 flights of stairs pls spare me

what color is your hair?

naturally black but dyed brown! my hair has grown quite abit since i dyed it though now its black at the top and brown from above my ears onwards

what color are your eyes?

a very dark brown lmfao almost black

what makes you angry?

irresponsible people. just pushing responsibility to others or avoiding their responsibilities. don’t need you to do a good job with your responsibilities, just don’t make your issues my issues. and if its a shared responsibility like group projects, then do your part to contribute and don’t expect others to cover you

selfish people, in many ways. just being self-centred, not caring about how others feel, doing things for personal gain at the expense of others

speaking in a passive-aggressive/sarcastic manner. i say this even though i’m afraid of confrontation but i much rather someone outright tells me they’re unhappy about something or wants to get a point across. i hate when they talk about it sarcastically or tries to sugar-coat their words to make themselves look less aggressive about their words. tell me straight as it is, if you’re already gonna talk about something bad don’t piss me off with your attitude at the same time

do you like your own name?

rae is nice! has a very nice ring to it and looks pretty!

do you want a boy or a girl as a child?

i don’t.. want one.. but both have their good and bad i can’t decide.. i want a puppy

what are your strengths?

is this an interview question i have had a few interviews over the past weeks i am well-prepared for this HAHAHA

i think i’m pretty resilient! i bounce back from bad times pretty quickly or i psycho myself to see the situation positively. but it is ofc coupled with a lot of complaining to the people around me first

although i hate unpredictable situations and having to quickly adapt to new settings, i think i adapt pretty quickly too. flexible? easy-going? idk what’s the right way to call it but yeah something along those lines. good at it but i still enjoy my stability and calm don’t want to have to quickly adapt to new situations.

what are your weaknesses?

very emotional HAHAH used to be much worse but i often let my emotions rule my head. i think i’ve improved A LOT though i used to be so bad but i think i’m now able to make rational decisions even if im bawling LMFAO

this sounds like a compliment but i’ve been told this too often as well. i tend to be way too nice to people who don’t deserve it. even if the person doesn’t deserve it or they’ve pushed all my buttons in the wrong way possible, i would still try to be as nice and polite as i can. really helps with me working in the f&b industry lmfao.

what’s the colour of your bedspread?

dark blue / grey!

colour(s) of your room?

white & wood (throughout my house actually + green from the plants in the living room) @yeonjuins says i live in a muji showroom

#/#this took so long

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veridium · 4 years

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fake happy

Well, whaddya know! The College AU is back, baby! Unfortunately June was pretty much hell in a handbasket, so writing took a backseat. But, we are far from done. Thank you to everyone for sighting tight, and to @bitchesofostwick for being a very patient co-author.

So, where were we? Ah, yes, the holiday weekend from hell. On with the show! Title bought to you by a great Paramore song.

masterpost // last chapter

“Hey baby cakes!”

The moment she hears the shrill greeting whilst getting out of her car in the sandstone-colored driveway, Olivia knows she’s in a chapter of Dante’s Inferno. All the calmness she had with Ellinor earlier that day is gone; it is easier said than done enduring four days in the house of Paula Sinclair.

“Hey,” she rushes over her shoulder, pulling the side lever to release the trunk where her bags are kept. Just two, one of clothes and toiletries and the other books and supplies to do assignments. She’ll need the preoccupation as an excuse for the gauntlet of trials her Mom will invite her to.

As she’s filing her luggage out onto the driveway, she sees her Mom’s shadow approaching. She glances and sees her in all her glory: an olive green sundress with one of those straw pool hats. She was probably out basking in the sun all afternoon before this. Olivia is surprised she thought to put down whatever spiked beverage she must have had with her to come outside and greet her only child.

“Did you have a safe drive? You certainly did not rush to get home safe,” Paula says, halting and crossing her arms.

Olivia slams the trunk closed and huffs, slinging one bag’s strap over her shoulder and the other on her opposite forearm. “I woke up late, and had to help Ellinor pack.” Sorry, Ellinor.

“Ellinor! I will miss her this year.” A lie said out of convenience. The whole time Ellinor stays with them, Paula shoots her peculiar questions about her personal life or her political views. Ellinor knows better now after these last couple of years how to play them off, but Paula can’t help but size people up. It’s how she cultivates all her complaints.

“I will, too,” Olivia lets out as she makes her way to the front door, past the splendorous potted plants and fake green grass turf. Her Mother saunters behind her through the open door.

Once inside Olivia notices what’s missing, and sets her smaller bag down.

“Wh--”

“No no, do not just leave that there! Take it to the mud room or your bedroom.”

Olivia bites back a groan and turns around to face Paula as she shuts and locks the large-ass, gaudy-ass front door. “Fine. Where is Nemo?”

“Nemo?”

“...the dog, Mother.”

“Nemo! Oh, psh,” she waves her acrylics. “He is off in the yard. I kept him outside because the carpet steamers came this morning. You know how his muddy little paws are! Now, do I not get a hug?”

Olivia tenses up from head to toe, seeing her Mother coming in for the hug she didn’t wait for permission for. At least Nemo isn’t mysteriously gone -- she’s read too many horror stories online of people’s parents being complete monsters about their old family pets dying, and not telling the children who live elsewhere -- but Paula keeps Nemo out in the yard for days at a time when she gets the carpets cleaned. He will need company, and not just the husband going out and practicing his golf swing adjacent to him.

Oh, right, there’s a husband around here.

Paula hugs her with her arms draped over Olivia’s shoulders, rather than around her waist like a good bear hug. Something Dad would know how to do.

“I imagine Fred is off shooting, stuffing, or smoking something,” she mutters over her Mother’s shoulder, to which Paula gently swats at her shoulder and guffaws.

“No, silly! He’s in the yard with Nemo, your fellow prisoner,” she teases, picking up on Olivia’s dread with her trademark passive aggression. Only three minutes in the door, a new record.

“I didn’t say he couldn’t do those things out in the yard.” Lord knows he has before.

“Where do you think our holiday meal comes from every year?”

“COSTCO, like God and Uncle Sam intended, right?”

“Ugh, Olivia, your humor changes every year you’re at that College. Don’t be so morose.”

She takes a breath and picks up her eyesore of a bag so that it does not further desecrate the sanctity of the foyer, and makes for the curved staircase just across the pristine hardwood. “I’m just tired from the drive, Mom. I’m going to go upstairs and get settled.”

“Okay, and come downstairs soon! I wanna catch up, okay?”

“Yeah, okay!”

She glances behind her but her Mother is already vanished. Sure, catch up, but not too quick! Releasing her bated breath she lurches up the rest of the stairs. The place is heavily renovated from the home it originally was when her parents bought it. In the beginning they didn’t have much -- well, much compared to what Paula has now -- and so their first nest was a fixer upper. Year after year, corny wallpaper became fresh painted walls, and thick upholstered couches handed down from in-laws became brand new installations from the boutiques downtown. Two additions to the place upgraded it from a modest family home to a wannabe mansion. Olivia grew up in this ever-changing little kingdom of improvements, but only when she was a newly-minted adult did she realize she was one of its fixtures.

The one comfort had always been that her Father dwelled there with her. He brought heart and humanity to the kingdom of objects: his muddy shoes by the front door, not the “mud room.” His fishing rods hung up on the garage rack. His barbeque out in the yard. They weren’t all state-of-the-art, but they were his. But, by now, they, too, were all gone. ‘Improvements’ in every stead, including his.

Olivia had one sacrosanct place left, and that was her childhood room. Walking down the hall decorated with big, framed portraits of the family -- none of her Father, though, to be sure -- she found her door, the second one to the right in the west hallway. “West” being the original upstairs hallway, the only hallway, before construction added the one referred to as the “East.” She pushed the ajar door open and slid in to see it as she remembered: the bright lavender purple walls strewn with posters, pictures, and a tapestry up behind her bed. The pearly purple carpet smelled of the carpet cleaner, but it did not mask the smell of vanilla she expected. On the opposite wall from the door, her princess bed complete with ivory white canopy was freshly made. Her bedspread was white, with pillows in alternating shades of green and lilac. Years ago she fought endlessly for her Mother to let her paint her room a darker color than the baby pink it was first. Thanks to her Dad, they “compromised” with purple. Sadly, Paula took that as “the lightest shades of purple” and so it was.

In the details, though, there was Olivia’s rebellion. The posters, Paramore, My Chemical Romance, and an old one from a Sheryl Crow concert she found on Amazon, contrasted the brightness with a grit. To the left by her small balcony doors, her vanity mirror and stool were covered with polaroid pictures, concert tickets, movie ticket stubs, and bracelets. She had taken all of her incriminating, “immodest” makeup with her to college, so all that remained were an old bottle of sunscreen, some pastel eyeshadow palettes, and lip glosses. So many lip glosses.

Olivia dropped her shit in the middle of the floor and made for the reading chair in the far corner, where she collapsed into a curled, reticent ball of conflicted emotions. She predicted this -- she dreaded this -- and now, here she is. The first day is always a test of anxiety, more so than enduring mistreatment. Paula is always good on the first day -- great, sometimes. She is generous, and outgoing, and doesn’t sweat the small stuff. The grueling part comes after the first night ends and she realizes she has to do something with her daughter who isn’t just in for dinner and giggling. That’s when she remembers how she actually feels, and who she actually is. And with no one like Ellinor to buffer and provide excuses for her not standing in one place for too long, it’ll be particularly concentrated.

She slides limply against the plush chair and closes her eyes. It was a stressful drive full of hasty college kids getting home to their more harmonious families. Olivia was in no rush, though. Three trips through various drive thrus surely added time.

Her phone goes off, and she slips her phone out of her back jean pocket.

Ellinor: You ready to walk the plank yet?

Smirking, Olivia replies:

-- I am already keeling over the edge. How is your family?

Ellinor: I nearly did a drop and roll out of Lyssa’s car on the way here, but they’re bearable. They are who they usually are. No surprises, this holiday season!

-- One of these years we’ll be successful enough to buy everyone therapy for Christmas.

Ellinor: No shit, I’m making them pay for mine first.

Olivia is replying when another notification comes up, an instagram like this time, from Maryden. Grinning she taps on it. Maryden finally saw the group pic they all took at the fair: her, Ellinor, Cullen, and then Olivia and Cass in the bottom corner. Olivia had made Cass hold the phone due to height advantage. Her grin expands before it sinks fast.

Ah, fuck.

She pulls up her messages again and sees the one Cassandra sent her while she was driving and unable to check.

Cassandra: Text me when you arrive safe. ❤️

The heart emoji. Olivia’s cheeks turn hot, and she hastily types.

-- Here in purgatory!

The sound of a man shouting something, and then laughing, rings from the balcony windows. Fred must be huffing and puffing about something amusing, like meat or guns. She can’t wait for all his odd comments and attempts to “relate” that almost always devolve into him talking about whatever season of sport he’s onto and her nodding along. Poor man. He makes sea sponges seem like sophists.

Soon after sending, Cassandra replies, an opportunity Olivia doesn’t predict:

Cassandra: Awesome. my Uncle has stopped us for gas, still about 40 minutes out.

-- That’s good. Hopefully you won’t get stuck in rush hour.

Cassandra: My Uncle sucks at navigating traffic, so I wouldn’t bet on it.

-- Lol

Cassandra: You alright?

Olivia is sort of surprised by the question and its sensitivity, albeit direct.

-- Just tired from the drive, that’s all

Cassandra: You love driving. You would drive the entire stretch of the coast highway without blinking once.

Damn, Cassandra. A bold insight. A correct one, too.

-- 🤷🏼‍♀️

Five seconds after she hits send, Cassandra calls her. She nearly drops the phone on the floor, and her slack posture goes full vertical. She checks that the door is closed, only to decide to leap, rush, and lock it just in case. Then she hurries to the farthest corner of the room and hits answer right on the last ring.

“No, Detective, I will not submit to the polygraph.”

Cassandra’s voice rings almost playfully. “Very well, we have other ways of making you talk.”

There’s the hot blush again. “Uh, a-alright, who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?” She hushes a bit, and hopes Cassandra doesn’t notice.

“Nothing! My Uncle is in the gas station doing who-knows-what, so I’m stuck in here, boot and all.”

“I’m not kidding, I saw that Liam Neeson movie, I know how this goes. I have a special set of skills--”

“What do I have to do? Express my distaste for something? Quote Plato?”

“...It would be reassuring.”

Cassandra laughs coyly, and despite everything, it livens her spirit. She didn’t expect Cassandra to be in so playful a mood traveling back home. She was cool but unhappy about it that morning when they parted ways, entertained only by Olivia’s presence and a strong cup of coffee. Without the ability to drive due to her ankle, her illustrious but mysterious Uncle had to be the one to pick her up and take her back to her family.

“I was just calling to check in on you.”

“I thought that was what the texting was for,” Olivia replies more curtly than she intends. She gnaws at her bottom lip.

“Sometimes it is worth the extra effort to call.”

“That is very un-millenial of you, you know. Horrifying.”

“Maybe so. Ugh, what is that man doing?” there’s sounds of Cassandra rustling against the leather seat, probably checking in through the window. “Probably searching for that expensive jerky he gets at Trader Joe’s like it will just magically turn up at an ARCO.”

“Who’s to say it won’t? People of all walks of life can enjoy finer things.”

“Yes, but not just the ‘finer’ things,” she then huffs. “Look, I don’t have much time, so if you aren’t in the mood to talk about what is bothering you, I can let you go and we can talk later.”

“I don’t know if I will be able to. My Mom wants to ‘catch up,’ which in her language means I get a hundred questions and the occasional asinine one from Fred.”

“Fred’s your stepfather, right?”

“He’s...my Mother’s husband.”

“I see.”

She mulls her teeth and looks around aimlessly. Cassandra goes ‘hm’ but nothing else.

“How are you able to talk so much?” Olivia asks, diverting the subject. “Aren’t you worried your family will pry?”

“The good thing about holidays in my family is there are so many people around, you can get a great deal of private time if you are smart enough. Which is exactly what I intend to do. Ugh...he...oh, sorry. I thought my Uncle was coming back, but it was just another man.”

“Yeah, but you said they have superhuman abilities for nosiness.”

“They do. And I have superhuman talents of evasion. They’ll peck and prod about the ankle boot, though. Usually I can slip away to the gym or for a run to get away from them but...of course...can’t do that. Doctors don’t trust me to set foot in a weight room and it’s been weeks since my injury.”

“Cass, it’s been two weeks, almost precisely.”

“I said weeks, didn’t I? Look, overextending is not the same as knowing my limits. They’re the medical professionals, but they don’t live in this body 24/7.”

Olivia grimaces with sympathy, though she can’t say she agrees given how easy it is for Cassandra to throw herself into things without caution. “Uh huh.”

“Ugh, forgive me. I won’t be able to talk everyday, but I would like to try sometimes, okay? I promise it won’t all be about my messed up ankle.”

Olivia smirks. “You’re being very…”

“Very…what?”

Olivia stalls. Is it an asshole thing to do, saying your girlfriend is being more sensitive and caring than usual? Maybe not “more,” but in a different way. An unusual way. She could have really taken Olivia’s hurt feelings over how she acted about her injury. She could be really trying. But now, in the lion’s den, Olivia’s unsure about whether the timing of it is...well, ideal.

“Nevermind, I lost my train of thought,” she excuses. “I appreciate you.”

“It’s no trouble. Now, I think my Uncle is coming back. Ugh, he got a whole bag of things...probably for me. Seeing me with my boot triggered his overprotective nerve extra hard.”

“Oh, no, sour patch kids! The torture!” Olivia teases. An ounce of her regular self bleeds through.

“Very funny. I will text you later. Be safe, alright?”

“Alright. You, too.” She then remembers and slips it in before they hang up: “L-let me know when you get home, too, okay?”

“...O-okay.” There’s a pause, the kind of awkward pause when the thing you say -- the particular thing -- happens. But since they aren’t there yet, it’s full of pause and anxiety.

“Okay,” Olivia takes her turn to smooth it over. “Bye!”

“Bye.”

Hanging up kills the feeling of safety. She looks into the big oval mirror at her dresser vanity and watches her grin crack, then disappear all-together. The scene in her reflected surroundings loses its luster. Even with all the impossibilities, she kind of wishes Cassandra was with her. It almost makes her laugh at herself: what, would she have driven up with her in the passenger’s seat, hear “hey baby cakes!” and smile, saying “hey Mom, here’s my girlfriend! You’re suddenly not biphobic, right? Oh and by the way she’s a Pentaghast, so, there’s that!” and they all retire to the sitting room for tea and introductions. Right.

She turns and sees her unpacked bags, her only company. She rubs her forehead slowly with the back of her hand. She has experience being left to her own devices with her Mother. Hell, she has a lifetime of it with her. A long weekend won’t be anything particularly gruesome, and if it is, well, she’s survived them before.

Fifteen minutes later she has everything organized and put away -- she won’t unpack much, anyway. A quick change into some leggings and a t-shirt, a toss of her hair into a ponytail, and she’s ready to face the music. She’s careful to shut her bedroom door before she descends down the hall and the stairs, betting that her Mother is out in the yard on one of the lounge chairs. She finds her there, indeed lounging, with that missing cocktail restored to her.

Unmoved but always observant, her Mother inquires: “Settled in?”

Olivia puts on her best polite grin and sits down on the lounge chair five feet away. On the grass, Fred is dressed in pastel blue polo and cargo shorts like the overgrown fraternity pledge he is, throwing a frisbee for Nemo. Nemo, the 10 year old yellow lab, who can scarcely go up the stairs without being winded these days. Too bad for Fred the minute Olivia shows herself, the grey-faced dog bounds in his own way over to the long last playmate.

“Nemo! You little prince!” she smiles, crouching down to embrace him. His tail is wagging a million miles per hour, and he fills her face with old dog breath. His tickling gets her to finally laugh.

“Good grief,” she hears her Mom say, “Olivia, don’t let him lick your mouth!”

“I’m fine!” she says through her giggles, rubbing his chest and back as she stands upright. “It won’t kill me.”

“Ugh.”

That joy was short lived. She returns to the chair she chose and does her best to make as little eye contact as possible as she sits and sprawls her legs out. Nemo follows circles around her, tail still going.

“Do we know what the plans are for Thanksgiving?” Olivia asks, expecting the same answer as always. Dinner at home with Fred’s relatives and those in Mom’s family who she isn’t on the outs with, all above the age of 35 for the most part, and vote like it. Another dinner she’ll have to dress way too modestly and matronly for her age in order to fit in for the group photo.

“Well, that is what I wanted to surprise you with,” Paula answers.

Olivia side-eyes her Mom, and delays opening up her phone to scroll through Twitter. “What?”

“We will be having dinner with the family as always, but earlier this week we received a surprise invitation for us to attend a holiday party later on this weekend.”

“You aren’t going to spend the holiday campaigning, are you?”

“‘Campaigning’ has a broad definition, Olivia, and it is never a bad idea to become more familiar with one’s community constituents.”

Olivia frowns and resumes scrolling. Great, likely another fundraiser or gala, not something substantially humble like volunteering time with those genuinely in need, who are also her “constituents.” She saved the label for those she could depend on to write a donation check -- the other 80% of society barely existed.

“I assume then you are expecting me to go?”

There’s a sound of Paula’s magazine of choice turning a page. “What do you think the surprise was?”

“That as much as you would like me to come, that you respect my choice not to so that I can have a quiet, restful weekend at home before Finals are in full swing?”

No response for going out on that limb. The proverbial crickets chirp, and Olivia knows her point was deliberately missed.

“Or,” she corrects herself, “that you want me to go.”

“Yes, silly girl. And for your information, even if I didn’t want you to come, the invitation specifically noted you.”

“P-pardon me?” She looks up.

Paula shakes her head and smiles. “When were you going to tell me you were making friends with the Pentaghast family?”

“I...I-I’m not!”

“You must be, there was a handwritten note in the card, your name and all.”

Olivia can feel a stroke coming on. The heat of the day now feels like a vise around her throat, a semi-truck on her chest. She jerks up and turns to look at her Mother dead on, who is still flipping through her latest issue of Vogue, sunglasses and sunhat and all.

“So...so they wrote me in? Me, specifically?”

“Yes, that is what I said! Goodness, calm down, you’ll give yourself a heat stroke.”

Too late. “Why? Aren’t they one of the big blue families? Why would they want to invite y--”

“Are you insinuating that I do not belong in a bipartisan space? Olivia, I work in one for a living. This whole business of networking is par for the course. In fact, it is a long time coming. The Pentaghasts should be taking the ‘other side’ more seriously. I have been in this town’s political realm for seven years, now. They cannot always hide behind their old money and liberal hypocrisy of “inclusion.””

There is that rhetorical savvy and venom. Quintessentially Paula. Olivia falls back on the lounge chair and stares out into the lawn, mouth open and words lost. Where to begin? Hey, Mom, don’t think so highly of yourself, they’re only inviting you to get to me! Because they want to sniff me out as one of their many daughters’ lovers! You’re full of shit!

“Do I have to go? I am serious about wanting rest. This semester has been a lot, an--”

“A semester that I paid for,” Paula cut in, turning yet another page. “It is restful to be with your family. You should consider yourself lucky, Olivia, that spending time with us is so comfortable. You have this nice home to come back to, and good people to spend time with, and beautiful parties to go to. A girl your age in a lesser position would claw someone’s eyes out for the chance to live the life you get to. Is it so really so demanding?”

The shots to the gut have started early. So much for the easy first day. She wishes even more she could pop her Mother’s balloon, but it would mean ultimate disaster for her in the end. Out in the open Fred is still trying to get Nemo to chase the damn frisbee, clearly aware that he should stay away from the two debating blondes. Olivia rolls her lips shut and tries her hardest to swallow the hunk of pride at the back of her throat, but there’s no room in her stomach. It’s completely filled to the top with anxiety about what it means to be going to this party.

Then it hits her: Cassandra is going to shoot through the roof.

“Fine, Mom. I’ll go.” The clock then starts ticking for her to find a covert way out of it beforehand. She’s dove deep into her head, and only catches half of her Mother’s pleased response.

“--something classy, the party is black tie optional.”

“Okay.”

“I also have an appointment for us to get our nails done tomorrow at 11, so do not sleep in too much.”

Oh for fuck’s sake. She does another fake smile as she pulls up her messages on her phone in order to deploy the distress signal:

-- Change of plan, I need you to call me as soon as you are able. Your family sent an invitation to mine for their big party this weekend. My Mom is insisting we go. Code red.

#fic update #college au #modern thedas au #college!olivia #olivia sinclair #ellinor trevelyan #day & age #WE'RE BACK BABY

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ifritini · 5 years

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So the prompt was from a conversation that basically went “wait video games are real in FFXV that means I can play my favourite games haha nice” which devolved “haha the lads reacting to you falling for vidy game characters” and going with it. Basically I took a shitpost prompt and ran with it.

Noctis Lucis Caelum

He is OFFENDED the moment you either say it casually or let it slip. After all he's the one who suggested playing the game together to spend time together, only for you to proclaim your love for one of the characters. To think you'd fall for someone that's not him and admit to it just like that? Preposterous.

In his mind he knows it's all fictional and you truly love him. His heart however? It knows a thing or two about jealousy from even one offhand comment about your new fave video game spouse. There are of course doubts here and there over just how much you truly love him but he tries to ignore them. Success varies depending on his current peace of mind. As best as he tries to keep this jealousy up under wraps, it's hard for Noctis to not subconsciously pout over it.

He knows you love him more than that person on the television screen but sometimes knowing for himself isn't enough and you telling him that your love for him is far greater if not entirely incomparable to that of a fictional character. He knows it's petty and childish, but he will be smug about it. Perhaps even a "Take that!" directed at them.

Takes up to teasing you over it. "Oh look, there's your Prince not as charming as me." whenever they appear on screen. No, the pillow to the face won't shut him up no matter how many times you throw it at him.

Prompto Argentum

He is distraught. Shaken. His own chocobae betraying him like this, in his own home no less. He is quickly reduced into a mess faster than you can add onto your passing comment; "Man I think I'm falling for this character.". He believes his entire love life career has ended then and there. Prompto has been trying to play the game of love and he just got a fatality.

He's known jealousy towards characters before, wishing he was as cool or as smart as them in the past but now he's found a new type: your affection for them. He puffs out his chest and attempts to be ten times cooler ten times braver and ten times more badass than his newfound rival and it's hard for him to be subtle about it.

Prompto does need to be told that it's only a passing fictional crush and your love for him outshines the crush for this character, and always will. Sure they're neat but he's the whole cake with a cherry on top.

Apologises weeks later for his crisis because he progressed further in the game and fell in love with a separate character and understands precisely how you feel. You two bond over your fictional crushes and holding their hands while lounging on Prompto's couch holding each other's hands.

Gladiolus Amicitia

He is indifferent. Partially indifferent. The other part is mildly offended he now has competition he can't square up with face to face. Can this character hold you in their arms? Give you kisses? Take you on long hikes? No? Then what's the point of loving them when he's right there ready to do all that and more.

He can't say much though. He plays a ton of fighting games (and mostly got good at them to wipe the floor with Noctis whenever they played against each other) and Astrals know how many times he's felt a little swoon over either lady or man who could snap his spine in half with no effort. Not to count the same crushes with the same standards from the plethora of books he's read. To protest your crush would make him a hypocrite and Gladiolus most certainly isn't one.

Not to say he doesn't slip in "Bet they can't love you as much as I do." and bringing you closer without a warning and smothering you with all the love only he can give. Nope, not jealousy. Not one bit. "You realise I love you more right?" you ask and he just beams like he heard it for the first time again.

Much like Noctis he will relentlessly tease you over this. No you can't shut him up. No he won't stop. No shoving a pillow in his face won't work like with Noctis and he'll dodge it. But Astrals forbid you find out about his own pile of fictional crushes because it works wonders as a counterattack.

Ignis Scientia

Mostly confused over literal pixels managing to get your affection. Not that he blames you considering his schedule offers little free time but he can't help but find himself… Thinking. The day he admits this "thinking" is his cover up for sulking is the day he will die. A small, horrible little thought wonders if you're finally falling out of love with him. Again, he won't blame you due to his work.

As silly as it is Ignis admits he feels jealousy. To himself only of course. He would rather die than let anyone else know that some fictional person has his heart in a twist over you. Him being so in control over his emotions is his triumph, but after it's been eating away at him after a while it becomes his downfall.

"Did you really think I'd legitimately choose anyone over you?" comes your response after he finally decides to open up what's causing his most recent fowl mood. He knows it's silly. He assumes you know he knows it's silly. Yet hearing those words has him beaming. Hiding the self assured smug smile becomes harder with each passing second.

Won't tease you as bad as Noctis and Gladio, but does make a passing comment every now and then. Though instead of teasing you over your crush, it's more in the ilk of "A shame they're not there to hold you like I am."

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

She is FLOORED. What do you mean you love them? And what is she? A worm to you? She will be pouting about this and she will be miffed you can't take her seriously when she looks cute doing anything, including pouting. A shame she is very much so guilty of the same thing. You distinctly remember her talking about some muscle bound sword wielding girl in a television show a day before and how dreamy she was, and a week before about some ditzy male character in a book she found cute. She won't win this.

Jealous? Absolutely. Does she try to hide it? Yes and the keyword is try. You easily tell what's up when she's frowning at the television and that character appears. She'll have her few attempts at denying anything but finally caves in and admits that she does in fact envy your feelings for a bunch of pixels no matter how small the affection.

Knows she shouldn't need reassuring that you love her most but that doesn't stop her from revelling it when you confess your undying love. You can tell by the slight puffing up of her chest that she feels a GREAT sense of victory over this.

It's just back and forth teasing and both your fictional crushes turn into a battlefield. It's all a game who can get the other flustered worse and sadly there are no winners when you both end up a mess. It's all good, and the scores are always settled by cuddles right after the battle is fought.

Ravus Nox Fleuret

Frankly he is offended. Granted you cannot tell by his disgruntled look that seems to be ever prevalent no matter his current internal turmoil. He is right there in the flesh and you're fawning over pixels? He just doesn't get it and refuses to. Immediately takes the leap to conclusions and assumes you truly don't love this mess of a man anymore. Laments over his continuous loss and begins coming to terms with his fate of being unloved.

Tries not to be passive aggressive over it but it turns out it’s something easier said than done. Somehow he manages to perfectly convey it without any words - just glaring an impressive amount of daggers at the television screen. Hasn’t felt this jealous since that time before he could even muster up the courage to confess to you and he found out some random Niflheim soldier was chatting you up. At least then his competition was tangible. How was he to prove himself over some funky colours on the screen?

The cat’s finally out of the bag and your suspicions are confirmed when he makes his first ever direct remark: “What’s so great about them anyways.”. His tone absolutely takes you aback; he sounds like a sibling who received a second less worth of attention from a parent. Ravus has to get affirmation that you do in fact love him a whole lot more. Ravus will revel in this little fun fact - or would smug be a better word?

Cannot tease you without feeling jealousy creeping up and he absolutely hates himself for it. And so instead you get little offhand comments such as “Let them best me in a duel and we will see who wins your hand in marriage.” No varying levels of exasperation in your sigh will deter him, he will refuse to relent.

Ardyn Lucis Caelum

For the most part he is confused. Didn’t really think someone could catch a bad case of the feelings for a fictional character but sometimes it’s best some questions go unanswered. Jealousy? In my Ardyn? It’s… less likely than you think. He knows for a FACT whoever this person is on the screen cannot even begin to compare to what he has. Perhaps their one redeeming factor is not being a walking talking daemon parade and being able to not sting in sunlight but that’s not enough to outshine this package.

Doesn’t stop him from making a big show out of it all. He sees the chance to dramatically drape himself over your lap, lamenting how his one love has been snatched away by this stranger. The antics cannot and will not end.

Doesn’t really need confirmation that you do in fact love him more, but appreciates it when you say it nonetheless. That’s simply proving him right and the only thing he loves more than being right is you. The second bonus is more smugness to throw around. “Oh I pity that poor soul, never knowing what true love feels like. Unlike me, of course.”.

And a pity for you, because he’s found a new weaponised way to tease you with. A whole ten miles farther than Noctis or Gladio could ever wish for, you’d swear he’s writing you some sort of self insert fanfiction on the spot. The pros? He seems to be putting quite a lot of effort into it. The cons? He’s doing it specifically just to fluster you, alongside the things he decides to come up with to achieve that goal.

Aranea Highwind

Her confidence has not wavered since she found out. Or rather, it hasn’t wavered that much. Psh, of course you still love her. Right? Right? Good thing that inner turmoil is kept under wraps. She’d much rather an Astral strike her down where she stands rather than have to admit she has beef with a fictional character you just so happened to take a liking to.

Gets all in a little jealous twist wondering exactly what she’s missing. What does that pixelated rando have that she doesn’t? A physical body for one and that leaves her ever so slightly questioning her lover capabilities. Has she failed? Is this how it ends? You somehow ride off into the sunset with this character somehow materialised? What a life to live and this shall be her legacy.

Her act gets thrown off and while normally concerning, this time you’re grateful so you can pinpoint just what’s on her mind. She may huff all she wants but there’s not much one can do caught red handed. Logically she knows she doesn’t need that affirmation but emotionally? By the Astrals does she wanna hear it. “You do realise… I love you more right…?” Damn right you do. Her confidence has reached astronomical new levels.

There is no grandiose teasing but there is a few smug comments. Her goto is looking at the screen and tutting; “A shame they’ll never be me, huh babe?”. Absolutely takes is as a competition and knows she can win every battle by simply stating that she can do it ten times better, and will do it now given the chance.

#noctis x reader #prompto x reader #gladiolus x reader #ignis x reader #lunafreya x reader #ravus x reader #ardyn x reader #aranea x reader #final fantasy xv #ffxv #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #gladiolous amicitia #ignis scientia #lunafreya nox fleuret #ravus nox fleuret #ardyn lucis caelum #aranea highwind

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The Outliers - A Guildwars Love Story

This story is dedicated to my wife.

Chapter 1

So many of my comrades had perished at the paws of those savage beasts! He had mused to himself. "Father, I'm here. Are you okay?" The old man looked at his son with a somewhat surprised look then handed him the lantern. "I'm fine. It's nothin'. Just help me get these fence posts back in their notches so we can tie 'em off." Kaleb swung the lantern around searching for one of the fallen fence railings. Once he had located the post both he and his father worked in unison to get them reset. "Have you checked to see if Gerty decided to make a bolt for it?" Kaleb asked. His father laughed. "That ole' girl wouldn't move if she were being attacked by an army of ettins. She's right where she's always been... face firmly planted in the feeding trough." In spite of the misery of the cold rain, both father and son managed to mend the damaged fence well before sunrise. After their tasked had been completed, they promptly headed towards the back kitchen door. "Not one step further you two." Shirley Grimwald, or "Mamma" Shirley as her husband liked to call her, raised her hand in a gesture for both men to stop. She pointed towards the floor as a signal to remind them to take off their wet boots and parkas before entering the house. "Yes ma'am. I guess the rain chased me in and I lost my head for a bit," the elder Grimwald chuckled. "It's okay, dear. The next time, I'll chase you out sans overcoat and muddy boots." She smiled in return.

"Once the two of you are dried - I left some fresh towels at the edge of the table right next to the door - you can have some hot coffee and cakes." Mamma Grimwald was slight in build but strong in her faith. As a devoted follower of the Six, she piously offered prayers whenever a situation demanded them. With the serving of food came the traditional supplication to their god, Dwayna, for blessings upon their family. Kaleb tried his best to dry out the locks of his dark shoulder-length hair. But even with his judicious efforts, his head still looked like a frazzled soppy wet mess. The chair he sat on felt small and rickety under the weight of his broad, six-foot, four-inch frame. Being mindful of the damp towel, he discreetly folded it into a compact square then placed it upon his lap.

"Thank you, boys, for fixing that fence. It seems every time there's a puff of wind, that thing keeps getting blown down," Shirley said as she poured both men some coffee. "Are the girls still asleep? That thunder makes enough racket to wake the dead." Kaleb looked at his father and said with a laugh. "C'mon, father. Katie can sleep through a volcano eruption. And Rachel is probably hiding under the pillow crying like a newborn with her butt stuck in the air." "Liar!" Came a shout from the other side of the door adjoining the kitchen and hallway. Rachel leaned out from the door frame just enough so her green eyes and auburn hair was visible.

"And miss snoop gets foiled again. Yer way too predictable, sis. Now go to bed!" "Why should I? I can't even sleep and Katie snores like a cave troll." "If the big bad thunderstorm is too much for you, then you can always sleep in my closet." "Oh, just shut up Kal! I hope you catch pneumonia and die so then I can have the best room in the house." "Rachel Grimwald! I will hear no further talk like that from you young lady. Since you can't seem sleep during foul weather or be nice to anyone... I guess you'll just have to sleep in our room... on the floor!" Rachel said nothing as Kaleb gave her a wide-eared grin. "Fine! I'm going back to bed... in my room!" Rachel said as she stomped off making every attempt to make her footsteps as loud as possible. Kaleb then turned to his parents and commented. "Yanno. I would sure feel sorry for the unlucky soul who has dubious honor of wanting to marry her."

"She's just going through that phase, son. Girls eventually get over it and blossom into beautiful women," Daniel said while taking an extra sip of his coffee. "Speaking of marriage. How are things going between you and Trish? You haven't talked about her much for awhile." Mrs. Grimwald asked her son. Kaleb averted his gaze for a moment before responding. "She's been really busy trying to earn some brownie points with the nobles and such. We really don't get to see each other that much anymore." "She would make a fine wife for you, son. I know her family is well connected. Shoot, if you ever had to serve on a battlefront, I'm sure her folks would find a way of having you stationed in a place that far from any fighting," his mother said with a smile. "Shirley. That's not how the Seraph operates. Only the spoiled rich brats get to serve far from the front lines. Us common folks, on the other hand, aren't as lucky." The elder Grimwald then looked at his son and asked, "speaking of the Seraph, when are you supposed to report for duty?" "I'm to report in within three days. According to my commanding officer, I am to be stationed not too far from Claypool." Father Grimwald poured himself another cup of coffee then began arranging the pieces of silverware in a triangle pattern.

"So, after your stint in the army, what are your plans then?" Kaleb knew where the conversation was going. "Honestly, I'm not really sure. Maybe I'll go to Divinity's Reach and join the carnival. I heard they are always having openings. I think part of that comes from the fact that some of the performers wind up getting eaten by the ferocious animals they train." "You're like the pot that keeps callin' the kettle black, son. You are much worse than your sister as far as that smart mouth of yers goes and if I were a woman I would have smacked ya upside the head, silly," Daniel said tersely. "Then I guess I'm lucky in that there's no woman who's got a witty mouth quite like mine. Not that I'm thinking too highly of myself or anything, mind you... just stating the obvious, that's all."

His father stood up from the kitchen table then spoke to Kaleb in a passive-aggressive tone. "Well, sooner or later you will have to face the facts. As the elder son of this family, the burden will fall to you when the time comes to take over the business. If I had my way, I would rather you remain here than be sent off to fight in some godsforsaken far off piece of Tyria." "Hey. I'm not keen on dying either, father. But since the treaty, Kryta is no longer under threat and even your outfit, the Ebonguard, has had to pull back from charr-held lands. And who knows? If I'm lucky, I may even get into the hobby of mounting centaur heads in my trophy room," Kaleb said with a half-smile. His mother also rose up from the table to give her son a hug. "Well, I for one am proud that you are serving in the queen's army. Your father had a distinguished career as a soldier and I have no doubt that you will as well. Of course I'll be worried sick about you, but at least you are making yourself part of a noble cause." "Ha! Mamma, there's one skill you've taught me that I can utilize while being a soldier - and that is being an excellent cook. After all, an army moves on its stomach and whenever I'm around I'll make sure my comrades enjoy feasts that are worthy of norn legends." Daniel shook his head. "War is nothing to get excited over. Anyway, do you honestly believe this treaty will even hold? The ink is not even dry yet and our people are already fighting along side those brutes." "It doesn't matter. Besides, the chances of me encountering a charr are about as likely as someone being killed by a ghost," Kaleb quipped as he helped his parents clean off the table. "Speaking of non-human peoples... I still gotta say my farewells to Ulfgar. That old norn would never let me hear the end of it if I just up and left without saying goodbye." "Dodging the question again, son? No matter. Sooner or later you will have to come to a decision on whether or not you want to take over the family business. I'm getting too old to be lifting things I shouldn't be lifting and managing things I should no longer be managing; at some point that responsibility will have to fall upon someone else. Namely, my son." His father angled his reply just as he started heading towards the hallway.

"Love ya, father. Try not to let the coffee keep you and ma up too long."

Shirley gave her son another hug before heading out of the kitchen and to her bedroom. As she passed her husband, his father turned back towards Kaleb and commented. "No worries, son. Coffee is more like a sedative to me anymore."

"Oh. And one other thing..." Kaleb looked up waiting for his father to finish his response. "I have seen people killed by ghosts back when I fought in Ascalon."

#tyrias-library #gw2 fanfic #guild wars 2 fanfic #gw2 writing #the outliers #charr #gw2 human #kaleb and amalthia

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Charmed (1998 - Part 2)

[continued from Part 1]

STRUCTURE, WRITING & DEVELOPMENT

Charmed, like most of its supernatural contemporaries, mostly followed a villain of the week plot, with the sisters using their powers, spells or potions to overcome a demon or warlock. At the time, it was a very trendy theme to follow: thanks to media like The Craft, audiences were starting to shake of the moralistic panic that boomed in the 80s and explored the occult through familiar lenses, such as that of high school girls or modern working women.

The showrunners at the time (Constance M. Burge, who was the one had developed the idea and Brad Kern, who would head up the show over its 8 year run) were very aware that the supernatural theme was trendy at the time. Both Buffy and Sabrina had their premieres in 1996 and had developed a loyal following by then. The vampire slayer aimed for very dark and mature themes, whilst the teenage witch went for a lighter and airier approach. The Halliwell sisters struck it straight down the middle between the two - though the show would incorporate themes of death and frequent danger, it would also make use of heartwarming family moments and a dry sense of humor.

The writers used a very clear motto when coming up with scripts - these were sisters that happened to be witches, not the other way around, something mentioned in season 8′s bonus featurette. As important as magic was, it was not allowed to completely overshadow the various hurdles the Halliwells faced away from the cauldron - careers, boyfriends and family issues all had a significant hand in developing their characters.

Seasons 1 & 2 had a very simplistic formula, though it was a bit shaky. It can be forgiven when you consider that the show was doing trial and error in its own way, seeing what worked and what didn’t. Many of the memorable episodes come from these seasons as the writers laid down the history and mythology of the Halliwells.

Season 3 is where the real action began. Swinging in a much darker direction and taking the risk of an overarching plot, viewers were introduced to Cole Turner and his plot to kill the sisters whilst falling in love with Phoebe, Leo and Piper getting married and Prue continuing to power through life like the badass she was; all of which culminated in the season finale where the eldest witch was killed off. Many of the episodes stand out for their consistently solid writing, the outstanding acting and the dead on sarcastic humor.

After this, it was understandable that many fans and even the network was worried that the show would lose its momentum. Shannen Doherty was arguably the most famous person on the show - would the role of Prue be recast or would Phoebe and Piper carry on as a twosome? Would the show even come back?

All fears were allayed when the fourth season aired. Paige was no Prue, but her presence sent Charmed in a new, more offbeat direction. The same presence from the previous season continued, with the sisters battling the Source of All Evil for their very lives whilst having to deal with a new family members and burgeoning loves. Rose McGowan was refreshing and her being on the show caused the dynamic to change before it got too stale.

Charmed officially jumped the shark in season 5. The season long plot was eschewed in favor of episodic plots again, though they weren’t on the same level as the early seasons. The show also started to steer away from the traditional Wiccan feel. I feel the word ‘stereotype’ is inadequate here but I’m not sure of what else to use - leprechauns, genies, wood nymphs, mermaids; you name it, it was made into an episode. In essence, it became sillier and a parody of what the show had initially wanted to be.

The last three seasons were relatively mediocre. Though there are some good episodes here and there, it did not live up to the pinnacle of seasons 3 and 4. Overarching stories were back, but they didn’t mesh well with the lighter approach the show was going for. Character decay set in and ratings soon started to drop. Upon the renewal of the show for an eighth season, the lead actresses made it clear that this would be their last and did not want to continue further as the Power of Three. It was a decision that I imagine was hard, but fair. Charmed was no longer magical and in an age of rising reality TV (The Hills) and fascination with the obscenely rich (The O.C.), no spell in the Book could help.

Here are a list of episodes I recommend watching for various reasons:

The Witch Is Back - Melinda Warren, the witch who started it all, makes her first and last appearance on the show

Which Prue Is It Anyways? - watch for a different take on the Power of Three

Chick Flick - hilariously funny

Coyote Piper - a filler episode done right

Bride & Gloom - watch what happens when good girls go bad

Sin City - another filler done right

All Hell Breaks Loose - arguably, the best episode of the series & Shannen’s best performance

Hell Hath No Fury - Holly’s best performance

Charmed & Dangerous - the second best episode

Long Live The Queen - Alyssa’s best performance

Sympathy For The Demon - Rose’s best performance

The Power of Three Blondes - a very funny filler

Forever Charmed - the series finale

BULLSEYES & IMPROVEMENTS

What it got right:

The sense that no matter what you did or who you wanted to be, your family would always have your back

Darryl and his passive-aggressive snark at being dragged into the magical world time and again

The original spin on Wiccan principles & mythology in the first four seasons

The Book of Shadows & its artwork

Penny Halliwell - the grandma you always wanted

The awkward but fast connection Paige made with her sisters

Prue & Jack - proof that opposites attract

Cole’s arc during seasons 3 & 4

What it got wrong:

Wyatt - overpowered and seemingly out of nowhere, he was a bit unnecessary. Apparently, the writers made him this way to justify a baby being in the house with demons about to the network, but there are much better ways to get around this without giving him every single power

Future Chris - whiny, snotty and way too controlling. Also, Drew Perry is a very poor actor compared to the rest of the cast

Phoebe’s love life - apart from Cole, take any two of Phoebe’s love interests and tell me how they differ, I dare you

I’ve already mentioned the general silliness, but Seasons 5 & 6 takes the cake in this

Zankou - what could have been the smartest villain on the show was wasted due to too many storylines running about in season 7

Leo’s arc in season 7 - he doesn’t do brooding as well as Cole and it doesn’t make sense for his character

Darryl eventually turning against the sisters - it made no sense and it undid so many years of trust and friendship

Magic School - had this come in earlier seasons or just for an episode or two, it would have been a fun setting. The fact that it was a very focal point post season 6 made it seem like a Hogwarts knockoff

Piper & Leo post season 4 - a very strong & loving relationship was marred by unnecessary trials. Really, he was made into an Elder in season 5 and had to leave home, but in season 6, he basically stuck around anyways, so what was the point? Just leave them together FFS!

CULTURAL IMPACT

Like many shows on the WB in the 90s, Charmed was very popular with the younger demographic even though its characters were about five years older than they were. Many resonated with the messages of family and female empowerment to the point of making a show a cult classic, even though it wasn’t as critically acclaimed as Buffy or Angel. Up until

Unfortunately, the environment on set was not ideal. Rumors of feuds between Shannen and Alyssa were plenty abound, causing the gossip machine to speculate that the latter’s rise in popularity was the result of the former leaving. Recently, Brad Kern was also exposed for being responsible for a very toxic & misogynistic work atmosphere. It’s a cruel irony, given the feminist tones the show cultivated.

Up until Desperate Housewives, Charmed had the honor of being the longest running TV show with all female leads. It was a truly imaginative show that made its own identity known. I haven’t watched the remake nor do I plan to - I have nothing against the new show and I’m sure it has it’s own highlights, but there’s only one Power of Three for me...

[... and that’s why we’ve truly been Charmed]

WHERE TO WATCH IT

Charmed is available for streaming on Netflix

#charmed #prue halliwell #piper halliwell #phoebe and cole #paige matthews #literary analysis

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BNHA Rarepair Month - Day 21 - Coffee Shop AU

for @bnha-rarepair-month

Summary: Yaoyorozu Momo, a third year neurosurgery resident, has just come from an exhausting duty and is looking for a caffeine fix. In her search for decent coffee, she comes across a new cafe across the street and its explosive owner.

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo (BakuMomo)

Rating: T

Warnings/Notes: Part 1 of the Cafe/Hospital AU i’m workin’ on~~ hahaha if I ever finish it that is

Also available on AO3/FFNet!

Yaoyorozu Momo is tired. Although to say ‘tired’ is a severe understatement. Right now, though, she doesn’t even have the mental faculties to think of a better word to describe the state that she’s in.

A recap of the past 24 hours is as follows: Five brain surgeries, three of them emergencies, all of them on patients with mutation quirks that made their anatomies vastly different. A report on the genetics of brain cancer. An audit on the people that died or had gotten worse while in the wards. The looming in-service examinations for neurosurgery residents. And finally, just two hours, forty-five minutes of sleep for the past twenty-four hours, interrupted by calls from the ER. Momo would appreciate anyone who can give her a word precise and astute enough to describe how very… ‘tired’ she felt.

She has just hobbled out of the Hosu General Hospital, over six hours overtime, with her fellow resident Todoroki Shouto-kun taking over her shift and shooing her away. Now she’s lugging her large neurosurgery textbook under one arm, using her last remaining brain cells to figure out any decent place to have coffee and read her book until she collapses from exhaustion.

She hums thoughtfully as she stares at the complex of restaurants outside the hospital. Her favorite place, Satou’s Coffees and Cakes, is unfortunately closed on Sundays. Monoma’s Boulangerie et Pattiserie also has decent coffee, but it’s five blocks away. There’s nothing nearby but convenience stores and fastfood joints in front of her.

Really, she’d really rather not compromise her sense of taste just for a much needed shot of caffeine. Call her a ‘boujee’, if one must (and one Uraraka Ochako, OR nurse and her frequent assist, does frequently). Good, handcrafted brews usually come at a high price.

And right now there’s nowhere that serves any decent liquid form of caffeine. She sighs. Perhaps it’s better to head back to her apartment and brew herself a cup there, even though just thinking about making it and cleaning up after herself afterward is so, very tiring.

As she begins to walk to the direction of her condominium, she sees him for the first time.

She doesn’t know why he catches her eye in a fine Sunday morning such as this. Perhaps because he’s scowling so hard while wiping down the tables in front of the small cafe so aggressively that she worries he’ll destroy them. Perhaps it’s also the steady stream of expletives against germs and dirt that would give the Infectious Control services a run for their money.

Perhaps it’s also how the man looks, which is very distinctive. Fluffy, blonde hair that goes in all directions. Red eyes that remind Momo not of blood clots (which she’s had enough of), but of rubies. A nice pair of arms, with cuts of muscles that move nicely as he works on destroying the table with a dishrag. The front of his body is covered by a large, blue apron, but the doctor surmises that behind it is a nice, sturdy body to match those nice, sturdy arms. He isn’t any taller than her, but he looks more than able to carry her in his arms and to throw her against--

Her surprisingly debauched, sleep-deprived thoughts are jarringly interrupted by the man’s bark. “Oi, the fuck are you staring at?”

She’s suddenly face-to-face with the explosive blonde. Yes, explosive is the perfect adjective to describe him, his fiery eyes and hunkering gait. His jaw juts out forward as he continues his annoyed grumbling, much like one of the grumpy English bulldogs Momo’s kin kept back at the family estate.

“Oi, I’m talking to you, Ponytail. Fuckin’ staring at me like I’m a circus freak.” He jabs a finger at her shoulder, and she doesn’t even resist against its push. Now up close, Momo catches a whiff of caramel from his body, and she’s not sure if it’s a comically sweet body spray or his quirk.

She’s appalled by his unruly behavior and lack of manners, of course. Furthermore, she did not just suffer through four years of medical school and one year of grueling internship and three plus plus plus years of even more grueling neurosurgery residency to be baptized as merely Ponytail. She has all intentions of forming an intelligent, indignant remark, all aiming to improve his utterly repulsive conduct. “Excuse me? That’s---that’s Dr. Ponytail to you!”

The blonde clicks his tongue in annoyance and doesn’t back down. Maybe because despite how strong her comeback sounds in her head, it still comes out weak and kind of breathy, like she’s on the verge of a coma. “The hell’s wrong with you? Is your brain still inside your fucking skull, or did you leave it behind in the fuckin’ hospital?”

Momo holds her head in reflex. Wait, did she really just check if her brain was still there? Silly Momo, of course it’d still be there, if both her cerebral and cerebellar hemispheres and her brainstem aren’t there, then she wouldn’t be standing here, dumbly staring at this angry, attractive man as his abhorrent, stupidly attractive mouth dishes out one verbal abuse after another.

There’s a few seconds where the man stops talking and just stares at her with an unreadable expression in those ruby-red eyes. “Hey, I’m serious, do I gotta take you to the ER or something, Ponytail? I mean, Dr. Ponytail or whatever the fuck your name is.”

He’s beginning to reach out for her shoulder, perhaps in an attempt to steady her, but she moves away. Internally, she tries to shake off her sudden empty-headedness and straightens her posture, in what she hopes is a dignified stance. “I apologize. It’s rude of me to stare at you as you’re doing your job,” she manages to say without slurring.

“Yeah, no shit.” Still, the man’s visibly relieved that she’s finally acting like a responsive human being. She notices his eyes run over her from top-to-bottom, side-to-side. “Hosu General Neurosurgery,” he says flatly, as if making a show of how unimpressed he is of her ‘prestigious’ occupation.

There’s a moment of bewilderment when she wonders how he knew, followed by a mental face-palm as she realizes that she’s still wearing her rumpled scrub suit, still unchanged from the past duty.

“Must have been a long fuckin’ night, huh.” He scowls for a few moments, thinking deeply. Next moment he’s clicking his tongue in annoyance. “Come on,” is all he says before stomping his way into the cafe.

Momo manages a confused “Oh,” before she follows him. The signage still reads ‘Closed’, and the man doesn’t flip it to the other side.

The doctor looks around the cafe. It’s not large, and the ceilings are a little low, but the interiors look thoughtful and cozy and warm and she instantly feels better than she has when she left the hospital. Hues of warm oranges and browns meet her eyes and make her think of autumn. Paintings of what look like fireworks and other miscellaneous explosions hang neatly over the wood-paneled walls. White block letters are displayed at the front counter, spelling N T G C A F E.

Odd name for a cafe, but it fits such an explosive barista. As if to prove her point, the man growls at her to sit her ass down anywhere she likes. She gives him the best poisonous look that her tired visage can muster before she obliges.

She picks one of the desks a few steps away from the bar, and from her spot she once again stares at him as he works. A symphony of odd noises from the machines around him accompany his smooth movements. Momo is able to see the back of his broad shoulders, visibly flexing from within his tight black shirt as he tinkers with something or the other. Sees the intense look of concentration in those striking red eyes as he measures liquids in tiny little graded cups. She wonders passively if she’s ever watched anyone make coffee before, and if anyone should look so attractive making coffee the way he’s doing it then…

Oh, lord. She isn’t just staring. She’s ogling at him. Lecherously. Sleep deprivation hasn’t hit her this hard before. She turns away, hopefully before he notices.

She opens up her book and desperately tries to read something. Or at least, desperately tries to pretend to read something. She reads the same sentence about lymphomas over and over until she sees his lean figure enter her peripheral vision.

He sets a glass on a coaster in front of her wordlessly. “Drink,” is all he says, when she looks up at him questioningly.

If she’s being honest, she wants to tell him that every cell in her body is aching for a cup of warm coffee. A steaming one in a tasteful ceramic mug, as black as her hair, perhaps with a spoonful of muscovado sugar if she feels like it. Something comfortable to gently let her down from the light-headed somnolence taking over her brain.

But the coffee set in front of her is cold, with a fine layer of foam above it. She wonders if it’s actually a glass of beer, until she takes in the sweet, coffee scent. She catches herself on time, thankfully--she almost gave in to the impulse of wrinkling her nose in distaste.

She supposes that the most polite thing to do for this man who’s been cussing at her all morning is to at least take a sip of what seems to be his peace offering. So she does--gently, she takes a sip of the drink, and feels her mind… awaken.

Oh my goodness. As the liquid touches her tongue, she feels all her senses snap awake, like a splash of cold water on a hot day. A hint of sweetness fills her mouth, but she’s able to detect that isn’t from added sugar or dairy. It’s foamy and suave, so much so that Momo can’t help a satisfied noise escape from her throat at the first swallow.

Hearing the noise, the blonde man gives her a self-satisfied smirk. “That good, huh, Dr. Ponytail?”

“Yes--this is marvelous,” she tells him honestly, after daintily patting her upper lip free of foam. “The coffee’s crisp, naturally creamy. If I had to guess, it’s from the nitrogen you infused in the drink? It’s very elegantly done. From my first sip, I’m able to ascertain a higher coffee-to-water ratio, but it’s not bitter at all. The beans that you used are exquisite, if I had to guess, probably Arabica, or something from Southeast Asia… I suppose, given the name of your cafe, this is your house specialty?”

There’s a very small flicker of astonishment she sees in his eyes as she gives her honest appraisal of the coffee, but in the next moment he’s back to being irritatingly smug. “You got that right, brainy. Although I named this joint NTG ‘cause of my quirk, not ‘cause of my coffee.”

Momo hums in understanding. “So… you have a nitroglycerin quirk?”

He holds his hand up, shows off the slight sheen of his sweat over his skin. He causes harmless, noisy sparks to form from it. So that explains the sweet smell that hangs off him. “As for you… let me guess. Something to do with brains, I bet.”

She gives him a little teasing smile. “I don’t have a mentalist quirk, if that’s what you’re saying.”

“Nah. You don’t strike me as one of those mindfuckers.” He leers at her intensely, as if reading a particularly engaging thriller. She feels her cheeks redden under his gaze, and feels an impulse to train her eyes elsewhere.

After what seems like forever, he gives a low grumble that tickles her ears. “Might be a materialization quirk, I bet. Or something that lets you manipulate structures and shit.”

Her eyes widen in surprise. He smirks in response. “I’ll take that as a fuck yes. And before you ask, yes, I am a fuckin’ genius, myself.”

She pouts at him. “But how could you have guessed that? I didn’t use my quirk around you. At all. Unless… you’re stalking me?!”

He snaps at her. “Who’s fuckin’ stalking who?! You’re the one who stood staring at me like a mouth-breather!”

Valid comeback, but it doesn’t ease her discomfort. She’s painfully reminded of one of the patients she’d seen as a first year resident--a small, purple-haired guy with a sticky-hair quirk who they needed to see after he was beaten up for peeking in the women’s lockers of a local gym. Just remembering it makes her give in to the impulse to push her seat a little farther from the blonde barista, who has the gall to look as offended as she feels. “You say that, but I’ve been through awful things before. And you aren’t answering my question, Nitro.”

The man clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Geez. Whatever. Fuck.” He rubs his face, as if it’s too early for such bold accusations, and grumbles out, “You got the instinct for breaking down the components of something. That’s what material quirk users tend to do. Believe me, I know a freak who fucks around with fabrics and shit, and every time he touches cloth he’d go on and on about textiles and shit.”

Oh. That makes sense. Momo visibly relaxes and releases a breath from her relieved lungs. “I see… Well… I suppose you aren’t a stalker after all, Barista-san.”

Fabrics and shit -- that’s like her senior consultant, Dr. Hakamata. AKA Best Jeanist, the acclaimed neurosurgeon whose unparalleled genius, strict work ethic, and seamless sutures both inside and outside of the brain, have saved many a person’s life.

Also, the most toxic of all her consultants in the hospital. She thinks he’s brilliant, but just the sight of blue jeans makes her and even Todoroki go into arrhythmia. She tries to shake off that image from her head and focuses instead on the exquisite coffee, and the grumpy blonde sitting in front of her with his teeth bared.

“Yeah. There’s only one stalker in here, and it sure ain’t me.” He says this with an annoyingly self-satisfied smirk though. Before Momo can retort, the bell chimes from the door.

“Bakugou?” A melodic voice calls from the entrance. Momo watches as a smaller woman with dark hair, dark eyes, elongated earlobes, and an asymmetric fringe makes a show of freezing mid-stride. “Um… am I that late? I didn’t know we opened this early on Sundays.”

The man--Bakugou, Momo repeats in her head, smiling a little at how appropriate his name is for his larger-than-life personality--snarls at the employee. Really, can this man speak normally without making any dog-like sounds? “We ain’t open yet, fuckin’ Ears! Just that Ponytail here’s gonna die on the street if I didn’t give her coffee! And to answer your question, you’re fucking late, since I got here before you.”

Despite the verbal lashings, the girl doesn’t seem fazed in any shape or form. She shrugs off her leather jacket, showing off toned arms covered in tattoos, and puts her hand out in front of Momo. “So I guess you’re a special customer, Doc? I’m Jirou, I’m one of the part-timers here. Please ignore my stupid-ass boss. We’re happy to serve you.”

Momo smiles as politely as she can and takes her hand. “I’m Yaoyorozu Momo. But please, call me Momo. I work at Hosu Gen. And don’t worry, I’m enjoying myself here.”

“That’s good. I’m real worried that we won’t get any customers if we let our very polite cafe owner interact with the masses,” she says, nudging her grumpy boss at the shoulder, “so I’m relieved that you’re too spaced-out to be offended by this guy, Yaomomo.”

Momo laughs heartily at her remark. She doesn’t mind also being called Yaomomo--somehow, the playful name fits her, and fits the other girl’s personality for thinking of that. She has a feeling that she’ll like Jirou very much. “Oh, I’m offended enough, but thank you for your concern.”

“Whatever, Dr. Ponytail,” grumbles Bakugou under his breath. He stands up and almost pokes Jirou in her eyes with two fingers. “You. Start prepping the damn place. I gotta go in the office to do accounting shit.”

Jirou sarcastically salutes him like the world’s most reluctant soldier and leaves to dress up for work. Bakugou then turns his ruby-red eyes to Momo. “And you. Wouldn’t stand up if I were you. Just sit your ass down and drink up for as long as you need to.”

“A… all right,” stammers Momo, unsure if what came out of his mouth was an order, a threat, or a concerned plea. She watches as his strong figure moves towards the back of the counter, pulls off the apron over his head -- oh lord, that small bit of his back that she sees when he lifts his arms up are made of pure muscle -- and disappears into the office.

“So, Yaomomo--”

Momo yelps and whips her head to Jirou, who is now dressed in her barista regalia, consisting of a simple white collared shirt, jeans, and a similar navy blue apron. Somehow, the girl’s already got a broom out, ready to prepare for the day, and Momo hasn’t even noticed. Wait, how long has she been staring at Bakugou again?

“I see you’re enjoying the view,” continues Jirou, with an absolutely mischievous grin on her face, one that can only be described as shit-eating, if Momo allowed herself to use such vulgarities.

Momo covers her face in shame. Has she been that obvious? And since when has she picked up this unseemly habit of ogling? “Oh, I’m so embarrassed…” she mumbles. “It’s just, I don’t see that type of thing a lot outside the hospital, so…”

Yes, that must be it. It’s not that the staff of Hosu Gen are filled with unattractive people. Far from it, actually--some tabloids have made a feature about how unfairly attractive the doctors of their hospital are (admittedly, it’s not very good journalism). Todoroki-kun, who doesn’t show his face outside of work, even has a fan page made by his very enthusiastic patients. But seeing them everyday, under harsh and stressful conditions, doesn’t do anything for Momo’s interest in dating or even just a sense of attraction.

Jirou snorts, interrupting her flow of thought. “I get it. Baku-boss isn’t bad looking. Even I, a screaming lesbian, can attest to that as much. It’s just too bad he’s a nuke waiting to happen. Hey, maybe you should check out his brain or something--maybe there’s something there you have to chop off to make him… you know, not like that?”

Momo giggles. “You have a good point, Jirou-san!”

“I fucking heard that--get the fuck back to work, Ears!” bellows Bakugou from the office at the back.

Momo and Jirou look at each other and break out into muffled giggles. “Anyway, he’s right. I should get back to work,” the girl says, brandishing her broom in mock enthusiasm. “I also agree that you probably need to sit down as long as you like, Doc. I can tell that you just went through a tough tour of duty.”

“That bad?”

“Yeah.” Jirou raises her eyebrows and gives another salute. “We’re opening in a bit, so I hope it won’t be too messy. Say bye to us before you go home, okay?”

“All right,” Momo says, giving the blunt barista a little wave before she leaves her alone to do prep work. The young doctor then turns her attention back to the long-neglected neurosurgery textbook in front of her, and continues to struggle through the chapters.

Later, the cafe opens, and people start to mill about all around her. There aren’t many people coming in--it’s a Sunday morning after all, and the cafe is relatively new, so nothing and no-one stops her from nodding off in her seat. She’s finished the nitro cold brew by this time, and as refreshing as it is, all the exhaustion of the past week catches up to her. By what must be the fifteenth time her forehead hits the wooden surface of the desk, she smells caramel near her before she feels a not-so-gentle prod at her back.

She sits up, bleary-eyed, and stares at the explosive barista--no, cafe owner, who’s frowning down at her. “Oi, Ponytail. I think it’s time you went home.”

“Mmhm,” she replies quite eloquently, rubbing her eyes. “I’m not done studying yet…”

“If I let your stubborn ass study any longer, your brain’s gonna bleed out from hitting one of my tables.” He isn’t wearing his work clothes, she realizes, when he pulls her to her feet and grabs the heavy textbook from her. “Oi, Ears. You’re in charge while I’m gone. The place better be standing when I get back.”

“You got it, Baku-boss,” Jirou calls out nonchalantly. She looks up briefly and gives Momo a knowing smile before she writes out a name on a paper cup.

In the next moment, Bakugou is holding on to her arm quite roughly and is dragging her out of her seat. “B-Bakugou-san? What are you doing?” Momo manages to stammer out as he leads them out of the cafe.

“I’m kickin’ you out of the premises, is what,” he tells her gruffly as they reach the street. “Doctor or not, people aren’t allowed to pass out in my damn cafe. I don’t like taking paying customers to the fuckin’ ER. Now, where do you live?”

“I--what?”

He makes an annoyed sound with his tongue and glares at her. “I need to make sure you get home without hurting your ass, Doc. Fuckin’ hell, doctors are the worst when it comes to taking care of themselves…”

There’s some animosity when he says the line about doctors. Momo wonders about this briefly before having second thoughts, and instead saying, “Oh, you don’t have to, really--”

Bakugou glares at her, teeth bared, with all the rage of a hungry wild animal who has had his meat stolen from him. “What, you think I’ll fucking stalk you or some shit like that? I though I’ve established that I’m not interested in you that way--”

“It’s not that,” Momo says, gritting her teeth a little for patience. “It’s just that… we’re literally a stone’s throw away from my home.”

She points to a particularly tall building a block away from where they’re standing--a residential complex built especially for doctors who need to be close to Hosu Gen for emergencies. It’s a little run-down, and the space isn’t as big as Momo is used to, but it’s convenient enough that she can sleep in a few precious minutes longer than if she lived in the Yaoyorozu Manor, which is four stations away.

Seeing the ridiculous proximity to his own cafe, Bakugou scowls and mutters something about her not saying so earlier. “Then get your ass the fuck back home, Dr. Ponytail. Ain’t moving from here til I see you there.”

“All right. That’s nice of you, Bakugou-san.” Momo gives him an amused smile. Odd that this barista, who gave her hell for breathing in the same space as him just a couple of hours before, is suddenly acting like a decent human being. Maybe Jirou’s right--there might be a switch inside his brain somewhere that needs to be rewired or something.

Bakugou only gives an annoyed tch and does a shooing motion. Momo takes this as her cue to start walking.

When she reaches the lobby and turns around, she sees Bakugou from a distance, still hulking about outside his cafe with his hands in his pockets. She gives him a quiet wave of a hand and a grateful smile. He just nods gruffly and goes back to the cafe without another word or gesture, as if she doesn’t exist.

Well. Isn’t he a rude one, thinks Momo as she makes her way to inside the condominium unit with a little annoyed scowl. Yet, when the guard asks her if something good happened today, she’s able to give a little smile and what the guard says is a mysterious twinkle in her eye.

When she wakes up from her duty-induced coma in the next sixteen hours, she makes up her mind to visit the NTG Cafe again.

#bnha fic #bnha rarepair month #bakugou katsuki #yaoyorozu momo #bakugou x yaoyorozu #bakumomo #cafe/hospital au #first part of the slowest of burns so nothing happens yet omg #i wanna finish this can i please have extra hours

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iridescent-flings · 6 years

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Gamer Girl Rant.

I play table top RPGs and board games with a group of friends. There is me, 4 guys, and another female in the group.

We were playing a game of GURPS before she joined up. We're playing a sci fi setting and our GM wrote in a really cool character for her to play. So, she shows up. She comes out of this hole in space and enters our ship. She doesn't say a word and just starts walking around the ship and says she was a part of the original crew (we found the ship) and doesn't really give us any reason to believe that she wasn't hostile towards us. Our captain has the disadvantage of anger, whenever he's in a stressful situation, he has to pass a certain die roll to not lash out verbally or react.

She did something that our GM said he had to roll for. He crit failed the roll and tied her up to some landing gear because she was being hysterical. She wouldn't speak to any of us or give us any information and already tried threatening us multiple times saying that we didn't belong there and demanded to be captain. He did this to get her off the ship because she was snarky as hell to all of us and not cooperative at all. it's like we weren't even playing the same game.

So this happens and she holds a huge grudge against him the most and all of us in and out of game. If someone ever says something about something not being fair, she goes, "Oh, you want to talk about not fair?" where our GM literally had to talk to her 4 times over a few months about her character and that she needed to lighten up on the dramatics.

Eventually something happened with the ship where it might be restored to its original settings before we found it. If this happens, anyone who is not listed as cleared crew, the ships defense system would destroy us on site. Her character apparently knew this and she says OUTLOUD that she makes a face, as in keeping that info secret from us and wouldn't care if our characters died. I said that if that happened that I wouldn't come back to the table. If she knowingly let the rest of the party die because of her power trip, I wasn't going to play with her.

A few months later we sit down again and we talk about her complete bitch of a character and our GM was willing to let anyone make a knew character. and since we all were having an issue with hers, she reluctantly starting making a new character. but she seemed excited about it, because she didn't like that our characters didn't get along.

Now a few months later, she is STILL bringing up her old character and making our Captain feel bad about what his DICE made him do. Not what he did on his own account because he wanted to hurt her. Whenever it comes up he apologises, but she has NEVER apologized for making the table so uncomfortable. She can do absolutely no wrong.

And the guys coddle her. One of them had gone out on like 2 dates with her a long time ago and it didn't work out because she didn't want to keep going. However, she didn't say anything to him. She just disappeared and went away for like a year and a half. And when she came back, he very politely asked her out again and said that if she said no, he would drop it and just be friends. And when she said no, he did exactly that, but she's so hung up on the fact that he even asked her out and makes it weird. Then she liked another guy in our group a lot and he didn't feel the same way about her. And he communicated that he wasn't looking for a girlfriend and was only interested in something like friend with benefits. HE TOLD HER THIS AND SHE THOUGHT THAT MAYBE HE WOULD CHANGE HIS MIND AND KEPT SEEING HIM FOR LIKE 8 MONTHS. Then she finally asked if it was going anywhere again and when he said no, she didn't show up for a few weeks because her feelings were hurt and she didn't want to see him, which I understand.

Now moving on. My group is also a brony group and there is a new MLP tabletop rpg that we started playing. She said she had no interest in it at all. so we all make plans to play this game before a house party that our GM was having. She said she would show up after the game, but she showed up before the game. So we let her play and she makes a really silly, throw away type of character. The entire game she wasn't taking the game as seriously as the rest of us were. we get half way through the module and she hands in her sheet and says nothing else. we talk about planning the pony game multiple times and never said she wanted to finish things out. Then we finally peg down a date to continue and we're all talking about it after a board game night. She says nothing. Just plays on her phone. Then later in the week she passive aggressively texts me that she's pretty sure she's banned from the pony game. and I'm like????? no, do you want to play? If you do you have to say something to the GM. so she messages him and tells him she's pissed she wasn't invited back and we're all just????????? you never said you wanted to play???????? If you do just say something and we'll make it happen. and then she said she doesn't want to now because we didn't invite her. and she lost all interest because of that.

So fast forward to her birthday. She said she wanted to host it at a board game cafe on her face book but didn't want to say anything because one of our friends was in town on that weekend from school and we had planned a board game night with him. I make all of these plans to make it seem like going to the cafe was his idea and stuff while making a surprise party for her. because she had her heart broken, thought we didn't want her around, etc. this party was my attempt to show her that if she would just communicate with us that we would accommodate her because we care about her. the party ends up being pretty good and I (tried) to make her favorite cake for her, and we played her favorite board games.

Fast forward to tonight. Our group was playing Paranoia. the game is designed to destroy your character. you get 6 clones so dying isn't that big of a deal. there is also many ways that characters can screw over other characters. She did this to me tonight when I wasn't looking and I found out at the end of the game. She apparently switched our keys at one point and I really don't know how it happened. Now, if it had been anyone else it wouldn't have bothered me so bad. But it was her. the girl that I have listened to bitch about her GURPS character being mistreated because of a die roll. The girl that brings it up all the time that one of our friends (the captain, who is also the guy who went out with her a few times) feels he has to grovel and apologize a million times and she never forgives. The girl that acted like a child when we played a game that she didn't want to play and got pissy, slammed the table with her water bottle, and put her head down like a little girl and brought the whole mood down. The girl that we have to tip toe around because upsetting her is drama we just don't want to deal with. The girl who said that she doesn't like playing games with people who sabotage other players. The girl that I listened to and tried to support through everything because girls have to stick together.

Tonight I learned that she can throw a punch but can't take one. And that's not fair.

Especially when results of as die roll are a reason to guilt trip us for a YEAR, but you screwing me over is okay. No. Not anymore.

I acted like a child tonight. But I couldn't take it anymore. I have had to be mature about everything she's done long enough to where now I just can't take it anymore.

#personal #table top rpg #gurps #dnd #board games #gamer girl #drama #will probably delete later #just needed to type it out and get it off my chest

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kpep · 7 years

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BTS AS DADS

Masterlist

Jin

would probably be one of the most “dad material” out of all of them

or mom tbh

he’d always be ready to lend a hand when you would need it

if your baby was crying in the middle of the night, he would tell you to stay in bed and would handle the situation with ease

if he needed to change the diapers of your baby, he would do it without any complaints

if you were too tired (or even when you’re not, let’s keep it real here), breakfast would be ready downstairs and he wouldn’t mind getting lunch and dinner done too

he doesn’t mind staying up late or not getting much sleep from taking care of your child

but would be bothered if you didn’t get enough rest because of your motherly duties

ALSO did i mention that he’ll probably have a little dad kit for himself whenever he would go out with your kid without you???

he’d be a very hands-on father too

he’ll be with your kid every step of the way, from the moment they’re introduced to the world until they finally move out to start their own life

although he’d probably still be checking up on them regularly to make sure they’re okay

he’d also have loads of baby pictures of your kid/s in photo albums

and would show them to their friends whenever they came over to your house

just to embarrass show off your child

BUT he’d still be an overprotective dad especially when meeting the s/o of your kid

he’ll be asking a bunch of questions and he’d only stop until you finally call him out

(he’ll still try to ask more one way or another though)

Yoongi

honestly, i see yoongi as that dad that cares for your kid but just doesn’t know how to show it properly???

like he wouldn’t blatantly say he loved them but would show it

he’d always make sure that your baby would be sleeping soundly before he went to bed

and would make it a point to check up on them the moment he woke up

if your baby was crying at night, he’d probably wake you up to ask for help

but with a bit of your coaxing and instructions, he’d be able to handle it on his own

although he’d still want you watching over him in case he makes the crying worse

going out without you wouldn’t actually be a struggle

because he’d be that really responsible dad who knows when he shouldn’t give in to your kid and when he thinks they deserve a treat

ALSO he’d be the type to sneak in forehead kisses at night when your kid’s asleep

no matter how old they would be because these are the times that he truly treasures–the moments of silence and serenity where he’s most comfortable to show his affection

he’ll probably have pictures of your kid in every significant event in their lives

most would be candid photos however because he’d like to relive the moment as is

i think yoongi would also be a pretty stern father that your kid would be afraid of

it comes from him seeming a little distant from them and always being the one to give the “talks” since your child would be too comfortable with you

some complications would probably arise because of this

but your kid would realize and see all the things their dad does for them

from sending birthday texts to them the second the clock hits midnight to him writing songs about them on every significant happening in their life

Hoseok

hoseok would probably be the dad who’s closest to his kid

this is probably because he’s so openly supportive and would want nothing more than to keep a smile on your child’s face

he’ll be giving in to his kid a lot??? especially when they’re younger

like he would buy them everything they wanted and would just generally spoil his kid

when you don’t allow them to go somewhere, he’d be the one to try and convince you (to the best of his abilities) to let them go

when your kid wants something and you refuse, he’d buy whatever it was behind your back and give it to your kid

“don’t tell your mom I got you this or we’ll both be sleeping on the couch”

as they grow older, though, i think he’d be a tad bit stricter because getting used to getting everything you wanted is still unhealthy

when your child’s still a baby, you could always count on hoseok to bring a smile to their face

you don’t even need to wake up in the middle of the night because he’s just… always ready for the crying and always has something up his sleeve

going out wouldn’t be a problem for him either

because he’ll be great interacting with other parents and even other kids tbh

your child would have so much friends in one day and you’ll probably be receiving quite a lot of party invitations in your mail

“whO ARE ALL THESE KIDS???”

and since he’s so close to your kid, they would be more open to telling him about problems

just like always, he would know what to do to make them feel better

but i think he’ll also be really scary when he gets mad so your kid would probably avoid doing anything upsetting for hoseok like the plague

Namjoon

namjoon would be the dad that all the kids would probably look up to

especially your own

it’s because he just always knows how to answer all the questions coming from any child??? and all these kids would actually be satisfied with his answers

he could probably explain where babies come from with ease and without mentioning anything r-rated (or maybe yes but the kids won’t find out until later on……)

i also think that he’d be handling your baby in a pretty systematic kind of way???

like he just has this textbook solution to problems so when anything comes up, he’s got it down with little or no help at all

but i guess if things don’t go the way he thinks it’ll go, he’d need your help

“uh,,, why is our baby still crying??????? i’ve changed their diapers, gave them milk, and put their favorite toy with them???????? i even did the colic carry???????????”

“maybe they’re just bored, joon”

“thAT HAPPENS???????”

he’d also be the type to talk to your baby about philosophical stuff or basically just all the weird things he thinks about at two in the morning

even if, technically, your kid couldn’t even pronounce any words yet

“don’t you ever think about how the brain named itself???”

“joon, our baby is crying please stop it”

and even if namjoon knows his way around the whole father thing, you should still keep an eye on him because he’s pretty accident-prone

like check up on him regularly when he goes out with your kid

although i think he’d be the one injured because he’ll be protecting your kid as if his life depended on it

(and it really does–for him)

Jimin

for jimin, i think he’d project himself to be this strong and serious type of dad

but is a real softy who just wants to protect his child with all his might while trying to be low-key about it

he’d be responsible too (but would end up caving in to some of your kid’s wants)

“you’ve had too much milk no more for you,,, ok maybe just one more because you’re so cute,,,”

“you have to finish your food,,, ok fine i’ll eat it,,, just for today though,,,”

(he’ll probably just spoil your kid a lot when you’re not around because no one would tell him off)

at first, i think he’d need a lot of your help because he wants to do the right thing when dealing with your child

and would probably always wake you up if something was wrong

just to make sure nothing bad happens

if he gets into a fight or misunderstanding with your kid

he’ll be quiet all throughout or be a little passive-aggressive especially when your child raises their voice at him

he wouldn’t show how hurt he is over whatever happened in front of them

but would release any negative emotions when he’s alone or with you

he only does this so he doesn’t appear weak to your child and wants to assert his “authority” to them

i also think that he’d know the value of personal space???

like he wouldn’t be the type to snoop around his kid’s phone or scare their s/o

he would just trust your child’s judgment while also observing the people around them

but he’ll know when enough is enough and he’ll definitely step in once he knows his kid isn’t in a healthy relationship

Taehyung

taehyung would definitely be the really really REALLY family-oriented type of father

in my opinion, he’d make the greatest father out of all of them (sorry jin)

he would always give time every single day to play and catch up with your kid even if they’re old already

“dad,,, i’m married,,, please stop calling me your baby in front of my kids,,,”

also your kid would grow up with a lot of stuff??? because taehyung will be spoiling them so much

like there are literally two rooms for all the gifts he buys

your baby crying in the middle of the night wouldn’t be a problem too

all taehyung has to do is show up with a toy or pull on a silly expression

and your baby is either laughing or about to fall asleep

i can also just imagine him always showing up for any event in school that your kid had

even if they were just a tree in the school play

you bet taehyung will be there in all his designer glory cheering on his child as if they were the star of the show

“dad,,, i was just a tree,,, why did you bring signs and scream my name,,,”

“becaUSE MY BABY DID SO WELL”

just like hoseok, i think it’d be a piece of cake for him to make friends with other parents and kids

because he’s a literal ball of sunshine and can keep a conversation going on for hours and hours on end

he’ll just be so supportive of your kid that he actually feels like an older brother of some sort than a dad

(which makes it easier for your child to pick a fight with him BUT that will rarely happen because he has a really good relationship with them)

Jungkook

similar to yoongi, i think he’d be the type of dad that wouldn’t express his feelings all too well verbally

but he’d have a significantly better relationship with your kid (and by this, i mean that they aren’t so distant but aren’t too close either) because he’ll take time to help them out in anything they need

“homework??? i’ll have to call namjoon-hyung for that,,, but ok,,, sports??? ok i can help with that,,, games??? ok,,, i think i can do that better,,,”

he’ll be taking baby steps to form a bond with your child but would try his best to take your place if ever it’s needed

“um,,, i can talk to you about your,,, uh,,, life if you want”

having father-child trips would usually be successful, much to your surprise

he’d readily join in to play with your kid if they wanted to (or even if they don’t tell him to because he wants to spend time with them as much as he can)

he’d probably be that dad that fakes his losses to cheer up his child (except for some occasional slip-ups)

“oh no,,, i got a little too competitive,,, and now they’re crying,,,”

fights would hardly happen between him and your kid because he doesn’t do anything too over-the-top that would annoy or bother them

if anything, he’d probably be the mediator in the household and would do his best to fix any misunderstandings between you and your child

ALSO i’m convinced that he would be singing lullabies to your baby to help them fall asleep

this also goes for when they’re crying out of nowhere in the middle of the night and he knows you’re too tired to get up

he’d start off being a little too anxious, contemplating for a few seconds on whether or not he should wake you up

but eventually he’d get up on his own like he’s used to it and would enjoy singing to your baby because these are the only moments he can hold your kid without worrying that he’ll mess up

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