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black-rose-writings · 3 years

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I read Ruin and Rising because I’m bored

And I also hate myself

Like with the last book, I have a vague idea of the plot and stuff from tumblr and fanfics. I will also be refering to Darkling as Sasha for most of this.

I am still Darklina trash and don’t particularly like Mal.

On a different note, I’ve finally moved for college, but the internet here is trash, so I’ll probably have a lot more reading time now, since most games I play are online and will crash without internet.

Before

Cool story. Let’s hope Alina stays a badass.

Who am I joking, I know how this ends.

Chapter 1

So far so good. I hate the Apparat, per usual. Alina’s there basically dying and that bitch can’t wait to see her do so.

Cult leader to the core this one. He probably hates that his figurehead is alive and also not brainwashed.

Cult leader doesn’t like swearing. How surprising.

My boy David is completely right. What kind of irresponsible dingus keeps centuries old books in a fucking wet-ass cave? (Or a tree for that matter *cough cough* The Last Jedi *cough, cough*).

Genya is fun to be around.

Oh, shit, let’s go.

Chapter 2

Jesus Christ, Alina, Zoya isn’t that bad.

This is one hell of a shitshow.

I live for this version of Alina. Badass. Scary. I want more of this Alina.

Chapter 3

Out of all the random little details from crappy smut fics, I did not expect Oncat to be from the books, lol.

Mal actually has a supernatural tracking ability. Like, literally, they put a bug into the pouch with gunpowder so he could make the shot. I guess this was kinda said before, but never this directly, right?

Alina’s merzost-skyping Sasha now, yay.

Alina is horny for Sasha boy. Yay.

Alina canonically has a praise kink. Nice.

I hate LB with all of my heart at this very moment. How dare she bait us Darklina people like this? How DARE she? (Shipbaiting is the worst, seriously.)

Yes, yes, yes. These two lines. That’s what their relationship is all about. They’re each others foils, the yin to the other’s yang and... ugh. I am Darklina trash to the core and this hurts.

Darklina: You have a terrible taste in men.

Alina: I liked you once.

My boy Sasha walked into that one.

Chapter 4

Alina is a Queen. And we love her.

David, my beloved, my spirit animal.

It’s surprising they can read it at all, given it’s been centuries. Have you ever tried reading medieval manuscripts?

Honestly, with a father that crazy, it’s no wonder Baghra’s a bitch. And I’ve seen it said somewhere that the books imply Ilya’s experiments are what caused Baghra to be a shadow summoner and you know what? I can see how you’d make that connection.

Why is there so few Tidemakers in the books? Waterbenders are useful. I want more waterbenders.

Alina picking up some habits from Baghra I see.

Ah, yes, we love an educated giant.

I’m starting to think Harshaw is a bit nuts.

Shut up, Hershey. Or at least share the weed with the class. I’m not here for this “He’s mean to you because he likes you”. I might believe that in like, elementary school, but yall are (more or less) adults. Jesus.

Well, that was a bombshell of a twist.

Chapter 5

Oh boy, we’ve got some trauma bonding for out merry band of misfits. Yay.

Adrik has a crush on Zoya. And she hates it, lol. Cut the kid some slack, he’s like 15 or something.

That reminds me, I have a four-leaf clover pressed in books from close to year and a half ago. Time flies.

They’re really diving into the Mal has supernatural powers, huh?

Ghosts, let’s go.

Alina “I’m so happy to be outside I start to shine like a fucking fairy” Starkov and Mal is entranced. He’s definitelly nicer now. I’m not forgiving him for all the shit he’s pulled before and for using the silent treatment way too much, but hey, at least he’s improving.

I am not a Zoyalina person, but like... gay? Please? Rivals to grudging allies to friends to lovers, 300k slowburn? Sounds more fun than whatever Mala dn Alina have going on, lol.

(I’m starting to realize I’m not as much a Darklina person as I am anti-Malina person, lol. Like, literally everyone has a more interesting dynamic with Alina than tracker boy over there. Malina is at best boring AF and at worst toxic, codependent and emotionally abusive, while also being boring AF at the same time. It has literally nothing going for it except God herself liking it).

I can see why Nadia is gay in the show. The book version of her definitelly has a crush on Tamar. Homegirl likes a woman, who can murder her with the flick of her wrist and honestly? Same.

Alina has some big “coming out of lockdown after a year” energy atm.

The cat is one of the most realistic characters in this thing, lol.

And since Tamar is also heavily queercoded, our lovely ladies make off into the night, flirting. Or maybe not. Let me dream, though.

At least Blade Boy is aware that his tattoo is stupid. To quote someone ranting about him on tumblr: He’s embracing his identity as a tool.

Oh, boy, this will be fun.

Evil soldier is horny for Mal. Saints, is there a woman in this book who isn’t horny for Blade Boy?

And here comes Niki to save the day.

Chapter 6

Niki saved the day.

Fiberglass? And David being David. Genya being in love with her nerd of a boyfriend.

Jesus Christ, this one crazy kid has moved the technology in this universe a whole century on his own. So, when is David going to propose to him?

Baghra hasn’t changed much I see.

Baghra’s about to drop some truthbombs, but no, we have to be rudely interupted because Genya’s rapist is throwing a fit.

Chapter 7

How does Mal sound? Is she gonna say the Blade boy sounds like her dad? I mean, I know voices are partially genetic, but it has been tens of generations between them, probably.

So, we’re finally taking Genya’s trauma seriously after all this time? Good. Better late than never, I guess.

I wish that regicide was already finished and I’m pretty sure that Genya does, too. Stop defending the fucking king, narrative.

David’s a nerd in all things I see.

Someone please just kill the king already. And the queen, too, for good measure.

Now that’s a romance.

Infodumping and listening to said infodumps is a legitimate love language, Alina. Let them nerd out over poisons.

Wait, has Alina never directly killed anyone before? I thought she did... hmmm.

And just like that, it should have been over. Ugh.

Somehow, Baghra is a better teacher now than she was before. She half feels like a completely different character.

Nevermind, she’s back at it.

Chapter 8

Holy shit, Nadia and Tamar are canon. They have canon gays here.

So, which one of them is gonna die?

Chapter 9

We arrive at that scene. The one, where they should have fucked.

Jeez, girl, get a hold of yourself. Life is short, fuck a villain.

In other news, Genya and David definitelly fucked.

Chapter 10

Poor David. He just wanted to know.

Damn... I never realized just how young Baghra was, when she killed her sister.

I’ve already made a post about this, but it really does strike me like Baghra has already decided to end her life at this point in the book.

Why is that whole “but what if we’re related” thing even in there?

Chapter 11

We love a suprise attack.

When did Sasha boy learn that trick?

Baghra really just did that. Oh boy.

Chapter 12

No, don’t kill the kid... ugh.

Emotiona support cat. She should be friends with Milo.

Porrige for brains. Oof.

So Nadia was the one, who got bees set on her in the book. Cool.

That’s a good question. Why was it never brought up to Alina, that other Grisha get blocks, too?

David already thinking of steampunk prosthetic for Adrik is honestly kinda sweet.

Chapter 13

Back home... kinda.

Is that really... you really care about Mal bonking the Grisha school mean girl over a year ago? Okay.

Chapter 14

Angst! Yay!

And more angst.

Chapter 15

Sasha really went “My mom killed herself to save you? Well, I’ll kill the closest thing to parents you have.”

Chapter 16

Nikolai’s alive. Kinda.

And these two have such a sibling energy, I can’t.

And then they fuck. Ew.

Chapter 17

Wait, wait wait... so Alina isn’t even the one to destroy the Fold?

Okay. That’s... weird.

Holy shit. That was...

So, Aleksander is dead. Mal isn’t. Someone else destroyed the Fold for Alina and now she has no powers.

Okay.

That’s a weird-ass ending.

Chapter 18

The gays survived, so that’s nice.

Genya made good on her promise of making Alina a ginger, lol.

After

What emotion is this supposed to give me? Cause all I feel is kinda sad.

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #ruin and rising #book review #alina starkov #darkling #darklina

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youreacowgirllikeme · 3 years

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Objection

Note: I’m a sucker for AUs, so here is a Lawyer!Chris fic nobody asked for, the plot (or whatever) is veery loosely inspired by this book I’m reading atm (The Hating Game) and by the the fact that Chris talking about lawyer stuff is incredibly hot to me

Warning: swearing (a lot), smut, Chris bashing (for the story line, pls don’t take this seriously, I adore this man to death), NSFW, slight exhibitionism

Plus another warning, I am not a lawyer or trained in any other legal profession, so if there are inaccuracies in the way I used certain terms I am sorry

„Objection, your honor, this is hearsay!” you shouted, shooting a furious glance over to the defense table, and to the absolute menace standing in front of it.

Chris Cuomo. The most obnoxious, arrogant, loud-mouthed asshole you ever had the misfortune to meet in court. He was a senior partner at one of New York’s most prestigious law firms, specialized on getting their wealthy clients out of everything from tax fraud to outright corruption.

This man stood for everything that, in your opinion, was wrong with the justice system and this country in general. Everything about him screamed elitist, boarding school, frat boy, preppy rich guy that had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He flaunted his famous last name around whenever he had the chance and it got him right to the top of the business.

You, on the opposite, went to law school on a scholarship, worked your ass of and now practiced law working for the district attorney to prosecute and convict the very people Cuomo tried to kept out of jail to afford the ridiculous Upper East Side Penthouse he probably had. You tried to push the fact that he was one of the most brilliant lawyers you knew aside, because you just hated him. No respect, no admiration for his legal genius, he was the bane of your existence fair and square.

You clashed heads in court more than once, and by now he knew exactly how to rile you up, smug bastard. His current client was accused of tax and investment fraud of incredible extent, and there he was, trying to discredit your main witness in front of the jury with some ridiculous accusations about them having a personal vendetta against the defendant. You saw your case crumbling in front of you as the witness got tangled up in Cuomo’s relentless questioning, stumbling over their own words, their credibility shrinking with each minute.

He did what he did best, lulling in people with his charm and striking when they least expected it. And he always did it with his disgusting smile on his disgustingly handsome face. Yes, of course he had to be a hot, fit, well-built asshole, making your professional life miserable at every chance he got.

Sometimes, he even had the audacity to wink at you. In court. During a trial. You wanted to punch him in his perfect face more than anything else.

The judge disrupted your thoughts.

“Dismissed, Ms. Y/L/N, and mind your tone in my courtroom. And Mr. Cuomo, please keep your questions professional or this interrogation will be over.” The judge said, shooting the both of you a warning glance.

“No more questions anyway, your honor, I think the jury heard it all.” Cuomo said, and almost strutted back to the defense table. And with a look over to the jury, you knew he was probably right. They eyed your witness suspiciously, and you almost wanted to stomp down out of pure rage. The fucker just destroyed your chance for a swift conviction right in front of your eyes. You needed more time to gather new evidence, or this would be over.

“Your honor, the prosecution is asking the court for adjournment.” You said, trying your best to not let your frustration show.

“Granted, the trial will be continued tomorrow. Court is dismissed.”

You put the case files into your bag and practically stormed out of the court room, passing the defense table without as much as a sideward glance.

But he caught up with you in the parking deck of the building.

“You’re aware you can’t win this one, right, Y/L/N? It’s all circumstantial, even you should see that.” His smug voice suddenly said from behind you as you were just about to get into your car.

You whirled around, pulse hammering in your chest out of pure anger.

“This is unprofessional even by your standards, Cuomo, I’m not discussing this case with you in a parking lot. Now why don’t you get into this environmental nightmare you call a car and leave me the hell alone.” You hissed, pointing over to where his obnoxiously big SUV was standing.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Y/L/N, just because you can’t handle yourself in court.” He said, smirk still firmly in place. His hands were playing with the car keys, and you were mesmerized for a second by how large his hands were. They looked like shovels.

“Whatever you’re plotting in that weird little brain of yours, stop staring at me.” Cuomo said, actually sounding a bit unsettled. You snapped out of it and went right back into anger mode.

“Staring at you? God, you’re so fucking full of yourself, aren’t you, you condescending prick? Not everything revolves around you and your spoiled ass, Cuomo.”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, girl?” he snapped, raising his voice now. You clearly got to him, and seeing a crack in his arrogant façade gave you a satisfying sense of triumph. You couldn’t stop now, even if his angry face was screaming danger.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, your highness, are you used to people worshipping the ground you walk on because you had the dumb luck to be born with the Cuomo name? Fun fact, nobody cares, you’re still an asshole, just with a fancy suit.” You really threw all caution away, and one look at Cuomo told you that you’ve definitely gone too far.

Because he was livid. There was a vein on his temple that was literally pulsating, his hands were balled to fists at his side and his blue eyes were so full of fury that you were scared to look directly at him.

He took two giant steps in your direction, backing you up against your car. You were caught, Cuomo’s giant frame in front of you with no way to escape his wrath.

You looked up at him, daring to meet his eyes directly. He looked at you like he was about to kill you. You tried to recall your fury from some seconds ago, but the heat radiating from his body and the way his huge arms had you trapped on both sides of your head were making it impossible for you to focus. Damn him for being so attractive. You wanted to fight him, but you also wanted to press yourself against his body and feel what was underneath that suit.

“You presumptuous little…” he spat, stopping himself before saying something truly insulting. He took a deep breath, and looked at you again. And then he saw it.

The way you were biting your lip, the way your pupils were dilated.

And he smiled, a cruel smirk that send shivers down your spine. He brought his face even closer to yours and dropped his voice.

“You know, I got really good at reading people, comes with the job, I guess. But you are making it so easy for me, Y/L/N, look at you?” His mouth was at your ear now, his hot breath tickling your neck.

“Do you really want me to leave you alone? Doesn’t seem like it to me.”

You could barely think straight anymore, you wanted to tell him to fuck off, but it just came out as an embarrassing, needy whimper.

He chuckled darkly, and goosebumps broke out all over your body. Why did this man, that you hated more than almost anyone else, reduce to a state of arousal you had never experienced before just by whispering in your ear? Your panties were already soaked, and he didn’t even touch you. With your last few functioning brain cells, you cursed your needy, weak body, before you tiled your head to the side, baring your neck to Chris mouth.

He breathed over your skin, teasing you without actually touching. You felt like you were going insane.

“Please.” You whispered.

“What? Use your words, darling.”

“Kiss my neck, touch me, anything, just do it, asshole.” You hissed, glad you were able to form a coherent sentence.

“So impolite.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the side of your neck before starting to suck lightly. You moaned softly and pressed your pelvis into his. You could feel his hardness through his slacks, his unaffected behavior was clearly an act, he was just as aroused as you were.

One of his hands went down to squeeze your ass hard, bringing another surge of wetness to your panties.

Seeing him getting into this gave you some of your courage back, and you started to grind against him, making him growl against your neck.

“Is that everything you got, Cuomo.” You asked, trying to rile him up a bit. You really enjoyed the way he was manhandling you, as much as it pained you to admit it. But his hands were wandering under your skirt now, so you might as well just go with it.

Your provocative behavior clearly had the desired effect on him, because he grabbed your waist in a bruising grip, spun you around and pinned you against your car, his erection pressing against your ass. He yanked up your skirt and tore off your panties, leaving your lower body completely bare.

By now, you were glad that you picked the parking spot on the top floor, because your two cars were the only ones left and no one would come up here at this hour to catch you, about to be railed against your vehicle by Chris Cuomo.

“My, my, Y/L/N, this really turns you on, doesn’t it?” You could hear his breathy voice from behind you, and then felt a thick finger slowly being pressed into your aching pussy, followed by a sharp intake of breath. “Fuck, you already are so wet for me.” Chris growled.

“Are you going to fuck me soon, or do I have to take care of it myself?” You asked, teasingly.

He swore under his breath and gave your ass a sharp slap, making you welp.

You heard the sound of his zipper, and the rustle of foil.

“You really brought a condom to court, Cuomo? Wow, you are even more shameless than I imagined.”

“Shut up.” He growled, and you did, because he lined up his cock and slowly started pressing into you. He was big, and you had to bury your face into your arm to muffle the obscene sounds coming out of your mouth at the feeling of being stretched like this. He bottomed out with a low moan, and immediately started a fast, hard pace, pushing you against your car with every move of his hips.

You turned your head around to look at him. His face was flushed, and his eyes were fixed on the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you.

The friction was delicious, and he was hitting a perfect spot deep inside you with every thrust. Your moans became louder and louder, and he pressed one of his large hands over your mouth.

“Be quiet, you don’t want someone to catch little Miss Righteous being screwed in the parking lot by big, bad Cuomo, don’t you?” he whispered in your ear between husky breaths, and you could only cry out against his palm as he was speeding up his thrusts. The idea of someone catching you here was as arousing as it was terrifying.

Suddenly, Chris other hand sneaked around you to press on your clit, hard, and you screamed into his hand as your orgasm hit you like a punch to the gut, your walls gripping his cock like a vice while he was still fucking you through your climax.

“That’s it, darling, come for me. Fuck.” He groaned, before suddenly going tense as he reached his peak as well, cock buried deep inside you.

You slumped against your car with a huff, and the brief glimpse you caught of your reflection in the window made you question what you just did even more. Not only did you have (amazing, mind-blowing) sex with the opposing lawyer, he also absolutely wrecked you, you looked like you just had the roughest night ever with your hair undone, your makeup smudged and your panties in shreds on the floor of the parking lot. You hastily pulled down your skit again and tried to fix your hair as much as possible to get a minimum of decorum back.

Chris was just disposing the condom into a nearby bin, already looking calm and composed again. You hated him for that, and for the broad, self-satisfied grin that was all over his face again. And still, your heart gave a little flip as he approached you.

“That was fun.” He smirked, “We should definitely do that again. But not today, I’m busy. See you in court.”

He started to make his way to his car, and there was definitely a spring in his step.

“In your dreams, Cuomo.” You mumbled after him but couldn’t suppress a smile. That was, until you looked into the side mirror of your car to check your makeup and saw the giant, purple bruise on the side of your neck.

“Cuomo!” you screamed. “Come back here right now, you imbecile, you gave me a fucking hickey!”

“Better wear a scarf then tomorrow!” he called, entering his car. “And don’t make plans for after the trial, I’m taking you to dinner to celebrate my victory. And I mean that.”

And with that, he drove off. And as much as you hated yourself to admit it, you were really looking forward to having dinner with this idiot. After you destroyed him in court, of course.

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wholesomemendes · 4 years

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I have a request, if you’re taking them atm! Tour is still going and Alessia is still the opening act, so Shawn, Brian, Connor, Alessia, Olivia, and Y/N hang out in their gang just having fun, being their goofy selves. Brian and Connor know about Shawn liking Y/N and Alessia and Liv know about Y/n liking Shawn. They set them up and go form there? Ily and your stories and make sure you’re staying safe! xx

Author’s Note: I am so sorry this took so long, I’ve been working on it for way too long! But this is 4.7k of personal assistant fluff and I hope you enjoy it! As always please reblog and tell me what you think!

“Thank you, Glasgow!” Screams echoed out from every corner, energy bouncing off the walls as Alessia ended her set and ran off the stage. You and Liv sprinted your way backstage from where you were watching her on the side, maneuvering through all of the backstage crew in order to reach Alessia before her after show high had calmed down. Upon spotting the two of you, a wide smile formed on her face and she began running in your direction to meet you halfway.

“That. Was. Incredible!” you screamed as she wrapped you both in a bone crushing hug.

“I know right! The crowd is so loud, I can’t even imagine what they’ll be like for Shawn,” Alessia replied with a smile, still trying to catch her breath from her performance.

“Don’t sell yourself short, they’ll probably be quieter for him. Man's looks can only take him so far.”

The two girls laughed at your light hearted joke before Liv piped up, “Better watch it Y/n, just cause you’re his assistant doesn’t mean he’s gonna give you a free pass at hurting his ego.”

“Nah, he knows I adore him, probably give him too much praise. Gotta make sure I don’t blow up his head too big,” you teased, joining in the girls giggles, “Speaking of Shawn, I better go find him before he goes out. I’m kinda slacking at my job right now.”

“Go, go, can’t leave your lover boy hanging,” Alessia lightly pushed you in the direction of his dressing room, knowing you hated when the girls teased you about your not so secret crush on your boss.

“I hate you!”

“I love you too!”

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“Does anyone know where Y/n is? She's usually back here by now...” Shawn was pacing around his dressing room anxiously while poor Tiff was attempting to put on the final touches of his outfit.

“I bet she’s on her way here right now, Alessia’s set just ended,” she tried to console him, “Now stand still and let me do my job.”

“I’m sorry I’m just worried, I haven’t seen her much today and I’m worried she’s not coming back here before I go on.”

“Shawn, she always comes back...” Tiff was interrupted by two short knocks on the door and your beautiful voice soothing the poor boy’s worries, “Shawn, can I come in?”

He didn’t even bother answering, instead choosing to rip the door open and pull you into his embrace, burying his face into your shoulder, “I thought you weren’t gonna come back.”

“What are you talking about, big guy? I always check up on you,” you giggled at his antics, feeling his breath slowly even out as he breathed in your signature scent.

He pulled his face out from your shirt to look at you, the panic in them still evident, “You’re usually back here by now and I don’t know, I haven’t seen you much today and I was worried and...”

“Hey rockstar, deep breaths,” you smiled up at him with the loving gaze that was reserved just for him and took his face in your hands, relishing in the way he leaned into your touch, “I’m always gonna check on you before your show. It’s tradition...and my job but that’s a completely different topic. Besides, the reason you haven’t seen me around today is because I’ve been busy taking care of all the necessary business surrounding a certain pop star.” You poked his chest at your last sentence, earning a sincere chuckle to escape his lips for the first time in a few hours.

The moment was interrupted by Tiff tapping Shawn’s shoulder lightly, “I hate to break this up, but you need to get dressed.”

Pushing Shawn away towards Tiff, you took a seat on the couch of the dressing room, watching as he covered up his muscular arms with an unbuttoned, army green short-sleeve shirt. You would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the view of him in a white wife-beater tank, but you knew it would make an appearance again mid way through the show tonight. You made yourself busy by looking through your twitter feed, liking some of the posts from Shawn’s fans about the concert tonight. “Finished!” Tiff exclaimed excitedly, brushing out the fabric on his shoulders as Shawn fiddled with the array of rings on his fingers.

He tilted his head to look at you through his eyelashes, a smirk forming on his face when he saw your eyes do a quick glance up and down his body. Turning his head back to look at his hands, he prayed you couldn’t see the blush forming on his face from your looks as you were the only person that had that effect on him. He got thousands of compliments from beautiful girls every day, but they never meant as much to him as they did when you said them. It seemed painfully obvious to everyone around him that he was crushing hard on you, well at least that’s what the guys made it seem like. In reality, only Brian and Conner knew after they confronted a drunk Shawn one night who immediately spilled his feelings. That’s the issue with drunk Shawn, he was very, very emotional. Not in a bad way, unless you count sharing everything you feel towards your personal assistant before even she knows bad.

“Shawn, did you remember to take your medicine?” you asked softly as Tiff left the room, meeting his eyes while he walked closer to where you were seated on the couch. You knew he hated other people knowing about his medication even if it wasn’t serious, he just didn’t feel the need to let people know. So even though you made it a point to remind him just in case he happened to forget, you always made sure to do it in privacy with the most gentle voice.

He cleared his throat, scratching nervously behind his neck, “I, um...I’m actually not taking it tonight.” This medicine wasn’t extreme by any means, it simply slowed his heart rate down so he could be calm on stage with his anxiety. But nevertheless it was medicine and for him to simply not take it tonight was a big deal whether he acted like it was or not.

Your eyes went wide, staring up at him where he had made his way between your legs on the couch as he fiddled with his fingers, refusing to meet your eyes. “Oh...that-that’s great, Shawn. Wh-Why aren’t you taking it?”

He sighed, making his way to sit next to you and laid down with his head in your lap. You carded your fingers through his long curls, trying your hardest to make sure you’d be able to easily style them again before he went on. “I don’t want to rely on medicine anymore. I get it’s not that big of a deal and a lot of artists use this type, but I don’t want to feel like I can’t perform without it. I need to do this for myself, to get over this. I talked to Andrew and Jocelyne before I made the decision, but I had already made up my mind.” A quiet moan escaped his plush lips when you lightly massaged a spot on his head as you listened intently, wishing nothing more than to take all his pain away.

“I’m proud of you,” he turned his head to look up at you as you spoke, hand coming to rest on his cheek that was once in his curls, “I really am.”

He placed his large hand over yours, lightly kissing the inside of your palm, “Thank you, it means a lot coming from you.” Your heart swelled three sizes at his words and the look in his eyes was indescribable. Deep down in your heart wanted to believe it was love, but the rational part of your brain quickly dismissed the thoughts. “Hey, I, um, I’ve wanted to talk to you abou-” “Shawn! You’re on in 15!” One of the backstage crew followed by three sharp knocks interrupted Shawn’s thoughts and he stood up with a huff, heading towards the mirror to fix his hair before turning towards the door. “You coming?”

“Of course.” You followed him out the door where he proceeded to wrap his arm around your shoulders, pressing you closer to him as you walked.

“Good, need you close tonight. Got a lot more nerves this time around.”

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“I can do this, I can do this, I can do this,” Shawn mumbled to himself as the two of you were sitting under the stage. You could practically feel the waves of anxiety rolling off of him while you waited for his cue to run up those stairs. “I can do this, I can do this, I can…”

“Shawn, look at me,” you took his face into your small hands, cupping his cheeks with your palms as he stared back at you with wide doe-like eyes. It didn’t matter if it was almost pitch black under there, you could see the fear inside of those eyes that usually held so much joy. “You’re going to kill it out there rockstar and you don’t need any medicine to do that.” He leaned into your touch, hanging onto every last word you were saying. “That medicine isn’t what makes you a performer, it’s what’s in here-” you released one hand from his face to poke at his racing heart beneath his chest “-that gives you talent. You’re Shawn Mendes and if that doesn’t do it for you, I don’t know what will. Because the Shawn I know is the most talented, caring, and heartfelt man I’ve ever met, and to say I was him would be the biggest honor.” You could see his tears threatening to fall out of his eyes at your words, causing you to reach up and brush them away, “Now there’s an arena filled with people who love every single inch of you, so go out there and show them what you got.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he sighed, heart feeling lighter than it ever has. He swore you must be a witch because of the magic you had over him, but his brain told him it was the grip you had on his heart that allowed you to have this effect on him.

“Good thing you’ll never have to.” With that he blew you a kiss, running up the stairs to be met with the deafening screams of thousands of fans.

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The screaming was insane as Shawn bounded off the stage, energy coursing through his veins. Alessia and Liv stood by your side, surrounded by people on your left and right all waiting to congratulate Shawn. Connor ran behind him, capturing the moment before clapping Shawn on the shoulder, yelling something about how amazing the crowd was over their screams. Suddenly, Shawn’s eyes locked with yours, his smile somehow growing wider as he made his way towards you. His face faltered for a moment when Andrew and some of the backstage members surrounded him, congratulating him on the show while his eyes fought to stay on you. He thanked them all profusely, trying his best to focus on them instead of where you were standing next to some of his best friends.

Once he got through the rest of the crew, he made his way over to you, letting out a sigh of relief when his arms were finally wrapped around you and his head was rested in the crook of your neck. “I did it,” he mumbled into your neck, “I did the show without it.”

Your heart was filled with so much pride and excitement for him that your eyes started to well up with tears while you squeezed your arms tighter around him, “I always knew you could do it. I’m so so proud of you, Shawn.”

“I couldn’t do it without you.” He squeezed your body one last time before Brian was clapping him on the shoulder, turning his attention away from you. Shawn gave a final hug to Alessia and Liv, although it was much shorter and less intimate than the one he gave you, then followed Andrew’s orders to meet with some fans that were backstage. You followed behind him, handing him a water bottle when he began to cough, knowing that after every show his voice typically became extremely raw. He blew you one of his famous kisses as a thank you, causing your cheeks to heat up much to your dismay. Alessia was long gone, having gone back to her dressing room, and you were incredibly thankful that there was no one around to tease you about your inappropriate crush on your boss. Once pictures were done you followed Shawn back to his own dressing room, ready to go sleep the night away in your hotel room.

“That show was ecstatic! I don’t know if it’s just because I didn’t take my medicine, but the energy just felt so good!” Shawn was smiling from ear to ear as he pulled his sweat-filled tank top over his head, throwing it on the floor for you to inevitably pick up even if he didn’t intend for you to do so.

“No, that crowd was definitely off the walls. Alessia said the same thing when she came off,” you told him, making your way to sit on the couch.

“I’m just gonna take a quick shower and then we can head out.”

“Sounds like a plan. I can only imagine you’re excited to get back to the hotel, bet tonight’s show was more tiring than usual.”

“We’re not going back to the hotel,” he turned to you with a confused look on his face, bare chest on full display making your heart flutter, “Didn’t Alessia or Liv tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“You know what they probably just thought I’d tell you. Brian, Connor, Alessia, Liv, and the two of us are going exploring. We don’t have another show for like two days or something…”

“Three days.”

“You know what I meant, but that means we have time to explore tonight and rest tomorrow.”

“Don’t you just want to go to sleep?”

Shawn strolled over to where you were sitting, leaning over you to place his hands on the couch behind you. His face was inches from yours and you couldn’t help the flush that came over your cheeks from his bare skin being in such close proximity. “Sleep can wait. Now you-” he tapped the tip of your nose- “are going to find one of my sweatshirts in my bags because there’s no way you’re going out in that you’ll freeze, and I’m going to shower. Then we’re going to go exploring with our friends because sleep is for the week and we’re not weak.”

“You say that now, but your exhaustion tomorrow will say differently,” you called out as he pushed himself off the couch to head towards the shower.

“Good thing I have someone that will let me sleep on their lap during the bus ride!” You let out a huff of air, rolling your eyes even though he couldn’t see from where he was already in the bathroom. Making your way over to his bags, you began packing up his clothes from earlier along with the miscellaneous objects that were strewn around the room. You followed his request from earlier, grabbing his youth hoodie that you loved so much and throwing it over your light sweater for the arena. Immediately your body was filled with warmth, it truly was one of his warmest sweatshirts, and your nose was filled with his scent, not helping your racing heart. The night had barely started, but you had a feeling that your emotions were going to get you in trouble later on.

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“There is no way you can eat that entire churro in one bite, I refuse to believe it.” The six of you had only been out about 15 minutes before Brian decided he was already hungry and needed one of the churros from the stand just outside of the hotel. It had been decided that you would stop at the hotel with the rest of the crew to drop everything off before you would be able to explore around the city, which still wasn’t completely accepted by Andrew.

“Oh really? Bring it on Baby Brash, how much are we betting?” Brian countered, the foot long churro already paid for and in his hand.

“Two dollars.”

“Ten.”

“Five.”

“Deal.”

“You don’t think he’s really gonna do it, do you?” you whispered to Shawn, not wanting Brian to hear you and force you to join the bet.

“I don’t know, five dollars is five dollars. Brian’s not gonna give up that easily,” he whispered back, hands in his pockets as he watched Brian aggressively eat the poor churro.

Two minutes later, Brian was five dollars richer and your small group was admiring the architecture of the city. You had taken more candid photos than you could count, with a new selfie of you and Shawn as your lock screen, a result of him hacking into your phone claiming this picture of you with both of your tongues out and cheeks squished together was the best photo the two of you had. Now you, Alessia, and Liv were currently sitting on the grass, watching as the boys attempted to climb up a structure on a playground they found. As they say, boys will be boys and even if they were all considered adults now, they were still boys through and through. “So when are you going to tell him you’re in love with him?”

“What?!” you asked, eyes wide as you turned to Alessia, “What-what are you talking about?”

“Come on, you act like we don’t know about your crush on Shawn. You’ve literally told us before.”

“First of all, yes I have a crush on him, but I’m not in love with him! That’s crazy. And two, he’s my boss and he’s never going to know.”

“Honey, have you seen the way you look at him? You’re in love, stop lying to yourself,” Liv reasoned, Alessia nodding her head in agreement next to her, “And also who cares if he’s your boss? The two of you practically act like a couple half the time, he probably feels the same way.”

“But you don’t know that,” you whined, throwing your head back in frustration, “He’s so kind to everyone, that’s just how he is.”

“You know he acts differently around you, he doesn’t do half the things he does with you around the rest of his friends,” Alessia tried to convince you, but you weren’t having it.

“No he doesn’t, you guys are just trying to convince yourself that my feelings aren’t one sided.”

“Whatever you say,” Liv rolled her eyes playfully at you, earning a light swat in the shoulder from you as you laughed.

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“When are you gonna tell her you’re in love with her?” Meanwhile, the three boys had successfully climbed to the top of the structure and were having their own soul discovering conversation.

“Bro, what are you talking about?” Shawn stuttered, staring at Brian who was smirking in his direction.

“You know, Y/n? The girl you’re literally drooling over and get hearts in your eyes anytime you look at her?”

Shawn’s cheeks began to heat up immediately, his head dropping to hide his lovesick smile, “I don’t get heart eyes.”

“Yeah you do, man, I’m surprised she hasn’t said anything about how in love you are with her,” Connor chimed in, causing Shawn’s face to heat up even more.

“I like her, I obviously do, but I’m not in love with her. She’s one of my best friends, I’m not going to risk that to tell her about a silly little crush.”

“It’s obviously not a silly little crush if you act like a lovesick puppy around her.”

“I don’t act like a lovesick puppy around her!”

“Yeah, you do,” Connor snorted, trying to hide it with a cough.

“See, even Baby Brash sees it and he wouldn’t know love if it hit him in the face.”

Connor turned towards Brian, mouth wide open, “Hey, I know love.”

“Oh yeah?” Brian challenged, raising one of his eyebrows, “When was the last time you were in love?”

Connor stayed quiet, refusing to make eye contact with anything but the ground as he bit his lip in denial. “That’s what I thought, now Shawn you need to make a move!”

“No,” Shawn shook his head, refusing to acknowledge his brain that was screaming love, “I’m not in love.”

“Whatever you say.”

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“Ok everyone know the rules?”

“What rules? It’s just first duo to get to the gazebo first wins,” you argued, watching as Connor shrugged his shoulders innocently. Currently you were on Shawn’s back as he held you like you weighed a feather, which you knew was far from the truth. Alessia was waiting to get on Brian’s back while Liv and Connor stood on the side, ready to run alongside the two pairs to judge who reached it first. You were convinced that with Shawn’s long legs you would win, but Brian was the one to suggest the race and he was talking a lot of smack.

“If you know the rules so well then we should just start,” Liv pointed out, shooting a knowing look at Alessia as she jumped onto Brian’s back.

“Everyone ready? Three...Two...One...Go!” You squealed as Shawn took off with you holding on for dear life, laughing as he used his long leds to get an advantage. He laughed when you held on tighter, burying your face in his neck and fearing that he was going to drop you. You could hear the faint voices of Brian and Alessia behind you, convincing you that Shawn was well in the lead as the gazebo was only a few more feet in front of you.

“We won!” he exclaimed breathlessly, releasing his grasp on your legs to let you slide off his back.

“Take that...Brian?” your voice trailed off as you looked around, not seeing the rest of your friends anywhere in sight. The two of you couldn’t even make out their figures in the area you left them, leaving the two of you more confused than ever, “Where... where did they go?”

“I don’t know, I swore they were right behind us…” Shawn reached into his pocket, silently cursing his friends when he saw the text from Brian on his screen:

Go get ‘em loverboy;)

“I think they left us here,” he sighed, leaning against the railing of the gazebo.

“Why would they do that?”

“Beats me.” You turned to face him and with the moonlight reflecting on your face, he swore you had never looked more angelic.

“So what are we supposed to do? Call them, wait for them?” You shivered a bit when the wind began to pick up, Shawn immediately going into what one could only call protective boyfriend mode even if he had never admitted his feelings to you.

“Come here, you’re cold.” He opened his arms up to you and you immediately cuddled into his warmth, the man was a walking heating furnace.

“How are you always so warm?” you mumbled into his sweatshirt as he rubbed circles onto your back.

“Don’t know, but it sure comes in handy when someone is always cold.” You nodded against his chest and he prayed that you couldn’t hear how loud his heart was beating from you being so close to him, “What do you say we just walk around for a bit and if we don’t see them, we just head back to the hotel?” Not knowing what else to do you agreed, unwillingly peeling yourself away from his warmth and taking his outstretched hand in yours. His large hand engulfed yours, but you couldn’t help thinking about how natural it felt to have his hand in yours. The two of you walked around for what felt like hours through the city, laughing and smiling so much that your cheeks were beginning to hurt.

As the two of you began to head towards the hotel, you stumbled upon an older woman and who you assumed was her husband taking a nighttime stroll along the street you were on. “You two make such a cute couple!” The older lady gushed as you got closer to the two of them, “Do you remember when that was us, Hank?”

“Of course I do, honey,” the man responded, “I still love you just as much as I did back then. Don’t lose that you two.”

The two of you blushed, bashful smiles on your faces at the couples words. “Thank you,” Shawn spoke up, sending a kind smile to the elderly pair, “We promise we won’t.”

“Good, good. Have a nice night!”

“You too!” You both called out, sending a friendly wave in their direction as they walked away. You both walked in silence for a couple minutes processing their words, you biting your lip as your nerves bubbled in your chest, “Do we really look like a couple?”

Shawn stopped walking, pulling you with him so your chest was facing his. “I mean, sometimes we kinda act like one,” he told you sincerely, eyes dropping down to his feet as he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Have you ever thought about it?” you asked quietly, your brain screaming at you for your foolishness while your heart beated proudly.

“About what? Us as a couple?”

“Yeah.”

“You want my honest answer?” He looked you in the eyes, grabbing both of your hands and squeezing them lightly while you nodded, fear pooling in your eyes, “All the time.”

“You do?”

“How could I not?” he chuckled , lifting one of your hands to rest over his beating heart, “You feel how fast you make my heart beat? You’re the only one it does that for.”

You lifted his free hand to place over your own heart, letting him feel the rapid tempo, “Mine does the same for you, it always has.”

“Do you want to try this…this us? Our friends tell us we act like a couple anyways?”

You bit your lip slightly, a playful smirk on your face as you looked up at him through your lashes, “Shawn Mendes...are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Maybe,” he teased, hands coming to rest on your hips while yours came to his chest, “If I was, what would your answer be?”

“I don’t know, I’d have to ask my boss if he’s ok with me dating a coworker. So what does he say?”

“He says yes for sure.”

“Then it’s a yes from me.” Shawn wasted no time connecting your lips to his, pulling your body closer to his to eliminate any more space. No amount of dreaming could have prepared you for how his lips felt on yours, they were so soft and your whole body felt aflame from the passion he was putting into the kiss. You sighed when you felt his tongue swipe ever so gently against your bottom lip, immediately opening your mouth earning a moan of satisfaction from him when his tongue finally met yours. You were so consumed by him you weren’t even worried about how paparazzi could be nearby or if a fan saw you and took a picture, all you could think about was Shawn, Shawn, Shawn.

“I’m in love with you,” he mumbled between kisses, not wanting to part from your lips for even a second, “I’ve been in love with you so long I can’t remember not loving you.”

“I’ve always loved you too, Shawn. I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long.”

“Glad to know I’m not the only one that’s dreamed about you,” and as he continued to kiss you in the middle of the city, the moon shined down on the scene, the stars admiring the love that was only set to grow.

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nordic-language-love · 4 years

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Norwegian

Read 104 pages Odinsbarn

Read 4x articles

Watched 1x Folkopplysning episode

Watched 3x Nytt På Nytt episodes

Watched 1x Side Om Side episode

Listened to 0.5x Ernæringsklubben podcast

Finished written tasks about language skills and vegetarianism (not yet posted)

Wrote 2420 words of fiction

Italki session

Speaking practice: talked about health & nutrition, learning languages, circus arts and bread

Finished difficult words vocab list + started random vocab list

Duolingo: repaired various skills, increased Theatre skill to level 3

Japanese

Watched 1x Pokémon episode

Kanji!: lessons 8-12 + reviewed lessons 1, 4 & 7

Drops: kanji

Character drills

Duolingo: Katakana 3

Norwegian

I’ve decided to turn subtitles back on for watching TV shows for the time being. It’s been good to test my listening by turning them off (and sometimes they can be more distracting than helpful!) but I feel like I need to work on my vocabulary more, so it helps to have subtitles on so can note down new words to look up afterwards. It’s great that I no longer need them to understand the main points of any given TV show, but I want to do more than just get the gist of things; the goal is to understand more or less everything!

My italki session this week went better. I still felt like everything was badly-worded but I actually managed to speak this time. I’m still not sure whether to keep using both tutors and alternate each week (a lil expensive, but they challenge me in different ways and two weeks feels like quite a while to go between sessions) or just drop down to one. Or maybe try some others out. Thing is I had a little look at other tutors but they’re either really expensive (like fuck am I gonna pay £20-£40 for a lesson), don’t have time slots that suit me or just don’t give off the right vibe (seriously the number of intro videos I’ve clicked on and gone “nope” within the first 10 seconds is ridiculous, guess I’m picky about tutors lmao). I’m kinda happy with the ones I have anyway, so I guess there’s no real need to try out any others rn.

Also, I’ve written an absurd amount of Norwegian fiction this past week. I doubt I’ll be able to keep it up, but it was quite nice to get into the flow of writing and smash my “write 5000 words of fiction” goal I made at the start of the year. I’m tempted to see if I can make it to 10K now. Of course, it’s all garbage: I’m sure the grammar’s wrong and the dialogue sounds unnatural (not to mention I have to look up at least one thing every time I sit down to write), but I think it might be a good way for me to do first drafts, because I don’t care so much about making it “good” and more about just getting my ideas down.

Oh, and I finally finished my book! I might try writing a review later this week :)

Favourite moment: Getting really into my writing and managing to write nearly 1000 words of fiction in one day

Japanese

I’ve chilled out a bit with Japanese this week. I’m enjoying learning kanji, but I feel like it’s time I started learning some grammar and actually stringing some sentences together. I’m tempted to ask for a textbook for Christmas. But I’m also kinda missing Spanish atm so idk whether to go back to learning that? And I still miss Finnish. Idk, we’ll see. Anyway, I plan to work a bit more with Duolingo this week so I can try to learn some vocabulary in context and some actual whole sentences.

Favourite moment: Realising I could still write all the hirigana and katakana from memory after not drilling them all week

Productivity Grid

Wow yeah I did a fair bit of Norwegian this week lol. Gotta make sure I don’t start slacking in other areas though!

Some goals for this week:

Write another 500-1000 words of fiction

Write a book review of Odinsbarn

Finish reading the book I abandoned so I could read Odinsbarn instead (oops)

Stretch on at least 4 days (ideally 5 or 6!)

Finish my damned TYL course ughh

#stealing the favourite moment thing from lagom-languages aka one of my favourite people <3 #progress report #languages #language blog #langblr #learning languages #norwegian langblr #japanese langblr

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coraliefm · 4 years

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hi everyone ! i’m so, so excited to roleplay with you all ! this is coralie, an old muse of mine and 1/2 of my children. feel free to like this and i’ll come to you for plotting (or i can message you on d*sco) !

** ✰ ––– son naeun. cis female. she/her // you don’t know ? that’s CORALIE SONG ! they’re a TWENTY SIX year old musician from MANHATTAN, NY. as part of manhattan’s elite, the reveller is known to be CREATIVE & HISTRIONIC. most people recognize them by statement necklaces, diamond chokers, discarded champagne bottles, sobbing down the phone at 2.a.m. ( elle, 22, bst, she/her )

abuse tw, plastic surgery tw

coralie was four when she moved to the u.s.a, her parents didn’t have much when they first moved to l.a. they saw their daughter as a money making opportunity so did everything they could to get her an audition to become the next big thing. they made her watch television constantly so her english would be better, so that she could communicate with others with ease as well as make them money. she didn’t mind learning; it came easy to her. the fact she was a pretty child meant she secured her first role at five and was a season regular on a tv show by six (that would go on for 15 seasons).

"the generation house" that would run for eight seasons and it would be shot in new york city. coralie was given the part of philippa ‘pippa’ cho, a main character. the money quickly came in and her parents were so proud of her.their finances had sky-rocketed because of the girls' success.

it became clear to the girl throughout her teenage years that her mother and father loved her because they wanted the money and in rebellion, she tried to quit. however, her cast members frequently reminded her of how much fun they had on set and although the days were long, she couldn’t argue with that. her director was more of a parent to her than her own. they saw her as a person and not as a human atm machine. coralie never saw a cent of money she made before she turned 18. once she did, she completely cut them off. they would come back every so often begging her but she has been known to be quite ruthless with them.

preferring to keep things private and sometimes cor’s fame scared her; the girl grew up in the public eye and she heard negative things about her, some of which were true and some of which were smear campaigns orchestrated by haters. she practically grew up in the public eye; she was one of america’s sweethearts in her time. where she didn’t get love from her parents, she’d get it from the public and she liked that aspect of fame, however, it was less welcomed by her when it was negative.

by the time she had finished shooting “the children of years”, coralie was eighteen and she was looking for something more substantial. however, the transition from child star to actress was very hard; no one could get past her previous roles, that were light-hearted and comedic. her only option was to go in to the independent film industry, to get down to the nitty-gritty, the meaningful and artistic films and some got recognition while some didn’t even make a final cut.

it was deflating to be pushed in to the background after so much work in her early years. it worried her because she hadn’t had to time to get a proper education, she hadn’t gone to school and appeared to have made no actual friends; most of the cast members that she had worked with had gone their separate ways; most of the child actors were either in rehab or had quit as they decided that it wasn’t for them.

her parents twisted the story and went to the papers, giving it their last shot to get some cash out of her. it also dragged down her reputation and she was no longer america’s sweetheart. it was very hard for her to accept that some people didn’t love her like they used to, considering the public was where she turned to for love. she would say that she doesn’t care about it so much now but that’s simply not the case. she’s alone and blames herself for shunning them to begin with.

shortly after, coralie turned to a life of partying as well as a music career. she had found it difficult to get interesting work and hadn’t really had any passion for acting anyway seen as she was forced into it. she came back with a brand new image the good girl gone bad , the rebel without a cause . the best way it can be described is lady gaga’s the fame era meets rihanna’s good girl gone bad. people were seeing her in a different light and while some were disgusted, her music was catchy, autotuned at times but people thrived on it. she couldn’t have asked for a better debut in the music industry.

she managed to complete her first world tour, even though the girl was exhausted and in a really bad headspace. she went big, every single time and that was going to take its toll. although she likes to believe that she makes her own decisions, her record company has just filled the void of her parents in a negative way. they’re using her for money and she’s tired - it’s getting to a point where it’s starting to show.

living in a penthouse in manhattan was great for the aesthetic. she was a girl that had come from nothing who had been working since she was five years old. however, it was the epitome of loneliness and she doesn’t want to feel like that. it lead to her crying down to her employees about how trapped she felt and how isolating it was. people kept talking about her and she’d do the unimaginable to try and keep up. a few months ago she even went as far to get her nose done but has neither confirmed nor denied the rumors in the papers.

she has started to do things for attention; she does like the attention, whether it be positive or negative as that means someone still has an interest in her and she hasn’t been forgotten about.

coralie puts on a tough front and she does well until she reaches her boiling point and completely breaks down. she feels so used by the industry but it’s all she’s ever known and has nothing and no one to fall back on. she is still a child when it comes to showingemotions and she demands attention from others by doing it.

she’s very active on social media. it comes across as quite narcissistic but her friends enjoy it. she’s a performer. coralie isn’t the most amazing vocalist to ever live but she knows how to put on a good show; she always goes out and does her best, wanting to give her fans the best performance possible. however, if she’s at all slack, it means that something’s going on with her.coralie finds it easy to get brand endorsements / campaigns because of her looks. however, she knows full well her company see her as a beautiful money maker and that’s all.although her life is a mess, she’s proud that she’s achieved so much… mostly alone.

people can tell that she’s a former child star and now pop star as she’s egocentric - the whole world feels like it revolves around her . she can be histrionic but it’s her form of acting out. she is chaotic but she does have a heart of gold. facades always fade with her and she can’t keep them up for long because it exhausts her. she just wants to be loved!

she speaks english,spanish (almost fluent), korean (as she’s forgotten most of it since she cut off her parents) and french (basic).

i’m open to everything! from friends, frenemies, fans, ex-fans, mentors, gym buddies, friends with benefits, drinking buddies, someone who takes her out to do normal stuff like shopping, acquaintenances from her time in the industry, people who she’s mistreated/been a diva with in the past, someone who she fights with a lot due to her entitled attitude, the list goes on ! give this a little like and i’ll come to you!

#mhqs:intro #abuse tw #plastic surgery tw

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puckinghell · 5 years

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Paper Rings | Elias Lindholm Drabble

Note: Another Lover drabble cause the thought of editing anything atm makes me wanna throw myself off a cliff! This time with everyone’s favorite underrated Swede. Enjoy!!

The moon hangs high in the sky and you wonder if the people around you are too high, or drunk, to notice how beautiful it looks.

“Come on, just go say hi,” your best friend says, but Hannah doesn’t know what she’s talking about so you dutifully ignore her, simply sip your wine and point to the sky.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” says Hannah with a grin that’s a little mean. “But not as pretty as Elias.”

At the mention of his name, you shoot her an icy look. The thing is, well, you should’ve never told her that the guy standing next to the bar is really, really hot. Hannah is not a tattle tale, but her chirping abilities rival Marchand’s, and you don’t like being teased. It doesn’t help that she actually knows the guy.

“If you don’t, I’ll do it,” she threatens, because she’s a nuisance and you should find better friends.

“Can’t I just stare at him until he notices?” you ask out loud, and Hannah rolls her eyes with such vigor you wonder if that could give her a concussion. Would suit her right, at this point.

So, you hand her your glass of wine – because going up to the bar with a drink already in hand would be strange – and, with lead in your feet, make your way towards Hannah’s attractive friend.

It’s busy around the bar and it takes you a while to elbow your way to where you need to go, and it’s nothing more than a happy accident that someone bumps into you and throws you right at the hot guy.

“Wow, careful!”

You notice his dimples first and then his accent, and everything else a full five seconds later; like his hands steady on your arms or the amused tilt of his mouth.

“Fell for me, huh?” he asks, grinning.

You go home alone that night, stalk him on Instagram for hours the next morning, and never tell him how annoyingly right he was about that.

The wine is cold but the summer night is warm.

You’re sitting on Hannah’s porch and Elias saunters up to the steps, because of course he does.

“All alone?” he asks, sitting next to you, and you shrug.

“I think Hannah is having sex with your teammate.”

Elias startles out a laugh, then clinks his beer bottle to your wine glass.

“Cheers to that. Was about time, with how long they’ve been hanging out.”

They’ve been hanging out about the same amount of time you’ve been hanging out, but you don’t say that. It’s been a weird cat and mouse game, with Elias, since that night you met him.

You’re not sure if he likes you; sometimes, you think he must, when he looks at you with a soft smile or with hungry eyes or when his hand lingers on your lower back, or when he’s laughing at your jokes.

But then sometimes he joins Hannah in teasing you and you’re not quite sure how much of his words he means, or he’s talking to other girls and you’re certain he’s flirting, or he’s not texting you back and you don’t know whether he’s too busy or just can’t be bothered.

And so, because you don’t know what else to do, you play his game. When he tries to start a conversation, you either bat your eyelashes or give him a cold shoulder, based on your mood that night. You leave him on read or call him every night for a week.

It’s not healthy, per se, and it’s also exhausting, but you’re too into him to just let him go, and you don’t quite know how to take it to the next level.

The level where you don’t have to worry about it. Because you know he’s into you too.

That would be nice.

Suddenly, you’re tired, tired of the games and the months wasted playing them, and so you turn to him sharply.

“Are you interested in me at all, or is this just to pass the time until something better comes along?”

It clearly startles Elias; his eyes go wide and his mouth a little slack. “Something better?” he repeats, dumbly, and you sigh.

“Yeah. Like. Another girl. Prettier, funnier, nicer.” It’s hard to keep your voice steady when his eyes are staring at you the way they are.

And then he laughs. You almost walk away, at that, thinking he’s laughing at you, but then his hand is wrapped around your wrist and he’s got this dumb fond look on his face and you think oh.

“I don’t want another girl. You’re the one I want.”

And he kisses you and suddenly you know you don’t have to worry anymore.

You know he’s had a rough day and a long night, because he walks in with his head hung low and his shoulders sagged.

“Sorry about the game,” you tell him softly, even though he’s not even said hi. You know how he gets sometimes, after difficult games, but you haven’t quite figured out how to handle it.

Elias groans, has barely loosened his tie before he’s collapsing on the couch with you. You reach for his hand and slowly drag your thumb over his knuckles the way you know relaxes him.

“I painted the wall in the spare bedroom,” you tell him, because forcing him to talk about a bad game never helps. “Picked a lovely blue color.”

“I was gonna help you with that,” Elias grumbles, and you simply shrug.

“I had the time.”

“Yeah, but this is our house, not yours, so I think I should have a say in it too.” His voice is harsh, much harsher than you’re used to hearing from him; Elias never yells, especially not at you.

“Oh.” You feel a little stupid now. You’re supposed to make his bad nights better, the way he always does for you, but apparently you just make them worse. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think… We can repaint, if you want. A different color.”

Instantly, the fight drains from Elias’ face, and his gaze falls to the floor.

“No,” he mumbles, “it’s fine.”

It’s clearly not fine, but you don’t really know what else to do, so you stand up, meaning to get to bed and let him blow off steam on his own, when his hand catches your wrist.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is small.

“It’s fine,” you repeat his earlier words, but your voice cracks a little and you know it’s not. Because if you can’t even make him feel more comfortable when he’s had a bad night, how is this shared house ever going to feel like home to him?

For the first time, you doubt your relationship with Elias, and you cry yourself to sleep that night wondering if he’d be better off without you. You’re pretty sure he hears you, but he sleeps in the spare room, probably staring at the blue wall and hating it, and he doesn’t come to see you, so you don’t go out to see him.

You wake up to the smell of something burning. Groggy from sleep, it’s easy to forget yesterday’s fight – or lack thereof, which might be worse – so you leap out of bed and run to the kitchen before you realize Elias might not want to see you.

However, his look is nothing but sheepish when he catches your eye. He’s standing at the sink with a pan that’s definitely smoking more than pans are supposed to, and he sounds even more sheepish when he says: “Forgot to turn off the stove.”

On the counter, then, you spot a stack of perfectly golden pancakes. It’s about the only meal Elias can make but he makes them well, and normally your mouth would water at the sight of them.

Today, all you can taste is the smoke in the back of your throat, and it tastes surprisingly similar to the way your heart feels at the sight of your boyfriend.

Elias drops the pan in the sink, turns to you.

“I like the blue,” he says, suddenly, then his cheeks color red and you know he probably didn’t meant to blurt that out. “In the spare room, I mean.”

You stay silent, and a flash of hesitation crosses his face before he continues.

“I’m sorry about yesterday. I was annoyed about the game, and I took it out on you, and that’s not fair. I’m gonna work on… on not doing that, because there’s gonna be a lot of bad games in my life, and I don’t want you to have to deal with them.”

The indication, of course, is that he’d want you to be there during all of those bad games in his life, which is a lot for you to handle, so you just stare at him.

By now, the red flush has travelled to his neck.

“Unless you… don’t want that. To be with me for that long. I mean, I just, when I see my future, I see you, you know. I hate accidents, except for when we went from friends to this, and I just, see so much more still. Marriage and kids and at least two dogs and…”

“Marriage?” you interrupt him, and it’s more of an involuntary repeat of the word that jumped out most to you, because you’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about marrying Elias before, but to know that he’s thought it too, well, that’s… a lot, to deal with, and it’s very early on a Monday morning and you don’t think your brain is fully up and running.

Elias flushes to the tips of his ears. “Yeah, if you want.”

His eyes widen as he seems to realize something. “I’m not proposing! I mean, eventually, I will, but not yet, unless you want… No, I can’t, I don’t have a ring, and…”

“Elias,” you interrupt again, gently this time, “I’m not asking for a proposal. I just didn’t realize you want that, is all.”

He must see something in your face, because he steps forward then, takes your hands in his. “I want it all,” he mumbles, “I want you.” He seems to hesitate. “If I… asked. Not now, but when I had a ring and all that. Would you say yes?”

A laugh escapes your lips because the thought of saying no is so absurd, you can barely take it seriously. But then you see the hurt on his face and you quickly swallow down the laughter, instead reaching up to hook your hands behind his neck.

“Baby,” you tell him softly, “I don’t even care about the ring. I like shiny things as much as the next girl, but that’s not what it’s about for me. I want you, too. I want to go on long drives with you even if you get frustrated with the traffic in Calgary. I want your dreary Monday mornings when you don’t want to get out of bed. I want your arms wrapped around me when I don’t wanna get out of bed. And I want your complications, like snapping at me when games go bad or having smelly feet.”

“I don’t have smelly feet,” Elias protests, but there’s a dorky smile on his face.

“That’s what you got from that speech?” you tease. “Not the fact that I basically told you I’d marry you even if we had to do it with paper rings?”

Elias is basically beaming with happiness but he still raises an eyebrow and manages to look challenging. “So I don’t need to get a proper ring?”

“Well,” you drawl, “I do really like shiny things…”

But not as much as you like him, so you don’t even let him answer, just pull him close to you and kiss him.

Once, cause you both had a long night.

Twice, cause it’s gonna be alright.

Three times, cause you waited your whole life for a love like this.

And maybe four times, just because you want to.

#elias lindholm #calgary flames #nhl writing #nhl imagine

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melaschnie · 4 years

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Quarantine Q&A

Thank you for tagging me @siristudies!

1. Are you staying home from work/school? Well, since I have no uni to go to atm, I am. I’m still tutoring though, which became much more frequent due to the closed schools

2. If you’re staying home, who’s there with you? My mum and my dad comes come at the weekends

3. Do you have pets to keep you company? Nope

4. Who do you miss the most? My teammates and friends

5. When was the last time you left your home? Like 2 hours ago when my mum and I left to go on a walk and got some ice cream on the way - that became a pretty regular thing over the last few weeks actually. You know, supporting local businesses and stuff. Absolutely nooo other reason

6. What was the last thing you bought? The previously mentioned ice cream

7. Is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed? I’m good. Because nothing much changed for me I don’t feel like the measures affect me that much. Things would’ve been different if I would’ve gotten an internship earlier but well, I didn’t sooo

8. Are you a homebody? Absolutely

9. What movies have you watched recently? Pretty sure it was a Harry Potter movie that I watched last but right now I couldn’t keep track of that if my life depended on it

10. An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled? Volleyball Super Finals in Berlin. My mum and I went last year and it’s been amazing so we got tickets for this year aswell

11. What’s the worst thing that you’ve had to cancel? My best friend and I originally wanted to do a joint birthday party again because our birthdays are only two weeks apart but we didn’t even do any concrete planning for that because it was clear very early that we wouldn’t be able to do that this year

12. What’s the best thing you’ve had to cancel? I can’t really think of something that I was happy to cancel? Or maybe I got this and the last question wrong...?

13. Do you have any new hobbies? Nah. Same old, same old.

14. What are you out of? The ability to keep my mind focused on tasks/things that take more than 10 minutes. Except for the rare movie or book or youtube video. But literally everything I need to actually think about

15. What music are you listening to? I’m going through phases with music as much as I do with food. Right now I’m in-between pop and edm

16. What shows are you watching? like I said, I don’t really have the right mind for shows right now but I’m still working on Ragnarök in Norwegian and of course I’m watching old episodes of Navy CIS on tv (have I mentioned that show is my all time fav show? well, now u know :) )

17. What are you reading? some statistics comic book that I got for Christmas but I don’t know the title

18. What are you doing of self-care? Singing in my car when I’m on my way to tutoring and back. That always works for me.

19. Are you exercising? I should and in the beginning of quarantine I did like four times. But since then I’m totally slacking off

20. How’s your toilet paper supply? We’re pretty good even though supplies in German grocery stores were quite low for a while. People here are strange sometimes

21. Have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine? No, and I only go to a hairdresser once every 4-6 months anyway so I’m good!

I’m tagging @softly-studying, @studyincolours and @white-carrots!

#I have absolutely no idea who did this already and who didn't so sorry if you guys already did!#that's btw also the reason why I have no idea who to tag so if you wanna do feel free to #tag game #tagged #get to know me #studywithmelli #*mine

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basil-touche · 4 years

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for the horror movie asks: the shining, us, re-animator, midsommar, the fly, the blair witch project, and rosemary's baby!

The Shining: Do you prefer warm weather or cold weather?

I think I find that I like it more when it's sunny and warm outside (but not too warm, I melt easily). I like being outdoors and exploring woodland 🌳

The warmer seasons are also where most town festivals occur which I love to visit (hopefully next year I can actually attend some).

Us: If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

My lack of motivation. I've gotten over the self hating hurdle and now love myself unconditionally, but I struggle when it comes to just doing things.

I've always procrastinated far too much which has meant I'm further behind than most peeps my age. I guess part of that is just fear of the unknown? And being unsure of what route to take?

As soon as I can I'm going to do the driving lessons I've been putting off for 4 years. Once I can drive I'll probably get motivated to try more things and hopefully stop putting things off.

Re-animator: Are you neat or messy?

Judging by my room... I'm messy. But cut me some slack, my room is tiny and everything I own is in there. There's barely enough room to stand even without all the books and craft piled up on the floor 📚 📚 📚

Makes me wonder if, when I get my own place, it'll just be as messy or it's down to me just not having enough room atm. My workplace requires me to be neat and tidy (not to toot my own horn but I think I do a good job at it), I just can't apply it to my current living conditions! 🤣

Midsommar: Show your lock screen + home screen!

As you can see I've fallen pretty hard back into loving all things nautical, although if I'm honest my love for this never left (I only changed my phone screens this week) ~ ⚓

The Fly: What is your biggest fear?

I don't want to sound selfish when I say this, but part of me is scared about being left behind by those I care about. I'm quite solitary and want to live alone, but I still enjoy the company of my friends and family.

It's just that I feel that I'm just not on most people's most important list? An example being that, with the lockdown being in place, I've been hanging out more with my bro and we've had great fun watching movies and talking about anime!

I know that once his Husband is able to come back here, I won't really get to hang out with him as much. And I know that it's completely selfish of me to say that and I don't like that I feel like this.

I know that the best thing to do is to get to know my bro in law more (they're rather shy and incredibly kind, gave me a Dreamcast for my birthday a few years back) and just accept that my bro isn't always going to be around.

I have a feeling something similar will happen to a friend of mine. They've always had other things going on in their life which is fine. But I'm kinda worried that, because I have long periods where I don't interact with my friend, they'll eventually just forget about me entirely...

The Blair Witch Project: What's your biggest pet peeve?

When people don't tidy up after themselves when they're shopping. Not just when I'm working and people leave a mess of an area I've just organised, it bothers me when I'm shopping too.

I just don't quite get how some people can leave stuff lying around. I feel horrible if I make mess in shop and leave it. It's just not fair on the employees.

My Dad used to really get my goat when he would just leave a food tray on the table in our local cafe saying that "it's the staff's job to tidy up after us" when there's a tray stand right by the exit. It's just rude 🤨

Rosemary's Baby: What's something everyone else loves, but you hate?

Gonna talk about a film for this one. I don't like The Wind Rises. At all. I think it's boring, the romance feels incredibly forced for a Ghibli film and there are moments with characters that make me wonder why they were put in at all.

I just don't get the acclaim it got? I know it's a Miyazaki film, but I think it's his weakest film. It looks pretty, but that's not enough to grab my attention. I'll be fair, I only watched it once with my Dad (who also found it boring) a few years back, so I'll gladly watch it again to see if my opinion of it has improved.

Doesn't help that it a film based on a historical figure (I have issues with films based on real people that bend facts to a ridiculous degree but that is for another time).

#thanks for letting me be honest about my fear on here #i've been thinking a lot reccently about people i lost this year #and the guilt of not getting to know them better is hard to come to terms to #anyway on a brighter note #i have seen two of these horror movies as asks i have answered here #can ya'll guess which ones?#asks #ask meme #rainy-circle #stuff about me #basil's notes

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headclf · 4 years

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I feel like the Santa that came before Scott must have been absolutely trash at his job, tbh. Firstly, the elves don’t even seem kind of upset that he ‘died’ and was replaced when Scott shows up the first time; we can clearly see later in the movie and in the sequels they actually do a lot to protect and help Scott and care about him and his family a good deal.

Second, the Council agrees that children are 89% happier since Scott became Santa (can’t remember exact number atm but it was a large percentage). That is a MASSIVE leap. On top of that, some kids just weren’t getting their presents, meaning The Lists weren’t being maintained correctly - and that’s like, one of the only BIG things Santa really takes charge of personally.

Bernard already seems super stressed and done when Scott comes in, and it’s not even really anything Scott does per say; mostly he just seems annoyed he has to deal with anyone being Santa, let alone someone who is very not gun ho about it. He was probably picking up a lot of the slack for the last guy as it was and having Scott be so not for it was just a sign he’d have to do the same again for the new Santa as well - obviously that’s not how things played out in the end, but I’m sure it was a big stressor and part of why he was so snippy with him on his first visit to the workshop.

#« meta. »#not quite coherent enough to be a full headcanon just yet but #I'm really intrigued by what the hell was going on before Scott triggered The Santa Clause

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mcrtiniblues-blog · 5 years

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hey guys ! i’m kat and atm, i’m either splurging at sephora or on my way home so i can’t be on for this first wave of activity. i kinda whipped everything up between endless exhaustion from my daily routine and people constantly looming over my shoulder at work and at home, so don’t mind my theme and everything, i’m still trying to figure out what i like and that means taking a while to set up my pages sklsd plus i wasn’t expecting us to open so soon, so i’m unprepared af, BUT ! we’ll make do with this intro for now.. didn’t have enough time to finish amla’s before i got off work. now, all of that being said, this is a monster of a post, so get settled as i introduce sovana’s resident skating brat halle, a bitch who overworks and doesn’t know how to chill long-term !! stats page is HERE for your reading pleasure, plots and what not will be up later on !

( jeon somin, cisfemale, she/her. ) hey that’s hyunmi “halle” chae over by the fountain! i wonder if they took a coin out. i heard the twenty-four year old’s been in sovana for three months and they’re known to be pretty darwinian but also charismatic. a song that describes their life would be challenge by lolo zouaï and blades gliding along the surface of ice, classical music on a rainy day, & silk bedsheets always reminds me of them.

honestly she is.. fucked sgjfsgdkl

this is mostly a carbon copy of an intro i’ve made for her in the past, so while some random points seem a Little dated or repetitive, they’re valid enough to stay here sfdlgkdg

i’ve had inspo for her ever since last year’s olympics and really wanted to use her Somewhere and Successfully, so if some things here seem a little.. idk, farfetched for your taste, we’ll pin it on that sfdgkdfj

this is her as popular vines

so chae hyunmi aka halle, ulsan born, raised in seoul and relocated to toronto, canada with her parents, little sis and partner — aka sho — to train bc..

she’s a figure skater, good enough to win ( .. junior ig ) titles when she was in her early teens, so it was only inevitable for her to leave for toronto to train with the Best eventually

she’s competed in international competitions, as part of a pair, and made her olympic debut in sochi by the skin of her teeth; hers and sho’s highest placement was third place ( not at sochi pls sgjkld they prob ranked in the top ten at best ), so she’s got a medal or two to her name

ultimately it was after sochi that she saw her coach and ( ex ) partner intervene with her.. unhealthy practicing habits

she’s a perfectionist through and through, so of course she’d spend hours on the ice at just seventeen/eighteen years old, even younger tbh, to get a routine right. but she pushed herself harder and harder, where small missteps would lead her to fall hard and recover for days on end, even spraining her ankle just before competition season was to begin

so when her coach insisted she take a break, her parents following suit, it was with good reason — one that she didn’t fucking see fsdkgkl

even so, them pushing her to prioritize education for a bit, to get ahead of the skaters who would prob only be able to do so upon retirement in a good few years’ time, and hanging up her skates until she saw it as.. less than something she needed to abuse herself to feel comfortable with, for as long as they would do so led to her resolve shattering and her applying for universities both in canada and sk ( the sly brat reasoned that it’d be nice to be reconnect with her roots.. for the sake of having something going for her beyond just competing in pyeongchang ! )

which is how, miraculously, she got accepted into uni in seoul ( still figuring out which, rip ). her grades were good, she had a super brief volunteering stint and she’s a rising star ( well, was.. the bitch wouldn’t be competing again anytime soon to keep herself where she was within the skating circuit ) in her favoured sport, she deemed it inevitable sfkljfdgk

the transition wasn’t too hard ofc; she got comfortable with the campus and seoul and was back on the ice in no time, joining the uni’s skating team under her parents’ noses and making the most of it as comeback/olympics prep

she saw herself as poised to be added to the roster once again, now a singles prospect after a major falling out with her longtime partner for one too many dumb bitch moves, and was desperate for it since it’s in pyeongchang, however the stars didn’t align when she just missed obtaining qualification on sk’s roster on a technicality, and nothing could’ve compared to the agony that was missing her chance in something she invested sm practice, time and compliance with the people around her to pull through and get to pyeongchang

she’s still distraught over it, it’s been a few months since that happened and she gets emo real quick, misty-eyed if you bring it up ( she uh, has issues with moving on from things if you can’t tell )

suffice to say she resents her coach for his minor contribution in fucking her and himself over, dropped him out of anger ( a move she.. does feels bad abt on a personal level but professionally ?? pft ) and linked up with one back in toronto who she began seeing when she was “ prepared ” to give it a shot again.. so right after graduating

wrapped up a season dedicated solely to training ( meaning she’s currently on hiatus from the sport, but she knows a good few people think her career is Over now — and it pisses her the Fuck off ) before her sister convinced her to have a proper break that wasn’t Just to appease someone else

.. even though it was to appease her sister. but she let it slide bc the kid’s the Only person who can do no wrong in halle’s eyes and she might as well keep her from stressing

literally the only instance she’ll ever, in her lifetime, Cave to someone SDFLKGSDFKL

so she picked sovana as her retreat at complete random and has been here since april

it’s a little weird to think of her Not being in her usual spots so this is as much of a ride for y’all as it is for me, the bitch doesn’t have many hobbies after all SDFKLSDF

studied history despite wanting to be a skating coach when she retires as a competitor, bc she rly loves history ok ??

personality and other shit

she is.. a mess rly

inflexible, independent, charismatic, etc

most of her actual personality is further down oops dsfgjklfg

kinda detached ?? like she doesn’t want too many distractions and she deems relationships as the fucking Worst for it.. she’s had some pals from skating with potential go downhill when they got too deep with certain partners or just with too many side hobbies, social obligations, so she’s trying to be level-headed while not destroying her social life ?

idk it’s hard to explain, she’s an enigma even to me in that area

only dated once. when she was like nine. with some other chick’s skating partner that she quickly ditched.

not.. super sexually active either ( rip ?? )

but she’s been Involved with people so fdskng

on the ice, or just in whatever she’s applying herself to, she’s domineering and blunt, v strict on herself though she’s slacked off a bit over the years.. so imagine how self-disciplined — in the worst of ways — she was when she was younger

with a rigorous work ethic like hers, her being a leader among those at the local skating club back in toronto implies that she’d be strict too with what little power she has.. but she’s kinda chill overall ?? tho you still have to get your twizzles right before the end of the day, don’t care that the hockey players will be out in two ! let’s go !

uh.. her attitude carries over with a Lot of things. she especially has no time for people who are Committed to their sport/career but show poor performances bc of laziness, distractions, etc. so brace your kids for hurricane hyunmi ??

call her ice queen. try it. try it. GKFDJKGDSF she hates that nickname 95% of the time, usually bc she assumes people are basing it off of her initial/professional demeanour first and her passion second

she really just has a hard shell where it matters, aka her career and stuff, but is a semi-precious gem overall

or, for a better way to describe it though it sounds like i’m just repeating myself: she gives off Proper head bitch vibes ( subtract the Need to feel powerful in being a piece of shit to anyone who walks past you while being surprisingly thin-skinned ) but she’s really just a blunt and serious brat with a super dry and at times menacing sense of humour

so don’t think i’m taking the piss out of anything on purpose or that she acts out of malice.. i had a better way of phrasing this but completely blanked, sorry SDFKLJDKL

kind of dramatic and a meme ngl, curses quite a bit, whips out korean or her conversational-level french far too often — especially if she’s shit-talking bc you made an ugly choice but is trying to be a Supportive Friend

english name came from halle berry bc hyunmi thought she was really pretty on all of the red carpets her mom would have on growing up sfgdkjflk

unwinds with the usual netflix and wine, but also dance — helps with her choreo for routines too so

oH also probably still hurts herself by overworking, especially after That Lost Opportunity, i hate

she’s pan but….. girls disappoint her far less than guys so she has a preference djfgskgdkf

all of that being said, it clearly plays into how she’s perceived by others, so —

#ooc tag tba.#sov.intro #this is so long and almost unnecessary.. sorry y'all #DJKSDFL

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your-kpopmama · 6 years

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Easter Lunch

Happy Easter, Mona. ;) Hahahahahahhahaaaa.

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT

Words: 3,755

Easter dinner with your parents was always a boring event. You drive two hours to their house, sit through church, go back to their place for lunch and drive the two hours back home. It was the same thing every year since you moved out after high school. Your parents put your life under a microscope and picked out any little thing that they didn’t like and proceeded to write you up a detailed report of why you should move back home because ‘that simply wouldn’t happen’ if you were under their care. They never gave you any slack for anything at all.

Currently your mother was on the other end of your phone, telling you about all the wonderful things your sister has accomplished this year and how you should have been more like her, how you should have listened more and you could be just as successful. For what felt like the millionth time that morning, your rolled your eyes and made a mocking face to no one in particular.

“Y/N. Am I on speaker phone again? Did you set the phone on the counter? I can hear the echo. Do you know how rude that is?” her voice getting more shrill with each word that came through the phone. She caught you - again - and probably not for the last time. You were busy packing an overnight bag to spend with your boyfriend Yoongi over Easter weekend instead of going to your parents house, that’s what you had originally called her for. She was still squaking away when Yoongi popped his head around the doorframe to see you ignoring your mother.

“Hello, Jisoo!” he shouted loudly into the room causing you to jump at the sound of his voice and quickly pick the phone up from your dresser. One thing you knew your mother hated more than anything you did, was Yoongi. He was an aspiring rapper and producer downtown. It wasn’t what your mother wanted your future husband to be doing - she wanted you to date a lawyer or a doctor - and you wanted to date Yoongi. The two of you had only been together for about nine months now and any chance your mother got, she took little jabs at his career choice.

“Yoongi, darling. I hope you’re well. How’s your, uh, job downtown? Still aspiring to be a rapper?” your mother’s voice condescending on the other end of the phone causing Yoongi to crack a smile.

“MY job is going well, thank you for asking. Any plans for Easter?” he pressed, your eyes looking into his with urgency, begging him to stop while he was ahead.

“Didn’t y/n tell you? She’s coming home this weekend. She does every year.” her matter-of-fact tone sent shivers down your spine, she annoyed you so much it was unbearable.

“Actually, mom, I’m no-” you started to say before she cut you off again.

“Why don’t you come home with her this weekend, darling? It’s about time we meet anyhow.” she offered. Oh no. The one thing you were actually dreading. You had yet to bring Yoongi home to your parents for specific reasons. Your sister and her husband had met him already when they ran into the two of you at a coffee shop a few weeks back, the meeting going a lot more smoothly than you thought it would. Hyejin treated your brother with some respect, but was still critisizing him for his line of work. Yoongi took it in stride.

“That’s sounds lovely, Jisoo! My folks actually just called to cancel our Easter plans as well. My brothers wife just gave birth to their first child today so they’re out of town.” Yoongi replied, looking at you with a wicked smile, one you knew that meant he was up to no good.

“Perfect! I’ll make sure to set out an extra spot for you darling. See you this weekend, Y/N. Can’t wait to meet you…Yoongi.” and with that the phone line went dead.

You dropped your head into your hands and groaned loudly earning a chuckle from Yoongi who was patting your back. “It’ll be okay y/n. It’s about time we met with your family anyhow.” he said with a grin.

“Why do I feel like this is going to be the worst Easter dinner to date?” you asked yourself.

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The drive to your parents house was nothing special. The closer you got, the bigger the houses and the more expensive the cars you passed became. Even though you grew up here, you weren’t used to it all still. It was the one thing of your past you hated, how much money you grew up having. You tried to live humbly, you tried to sneak out in clothes that weren’t designer. Your mother had other ideas. You were almost embarassed by it all. Not really having the place to complain, but you knew the money your family blew in a week on things that had zero purpose to them, could be spent better elsewhere.

You took a lot of your allowance your parents gave you and donated them to random charities over the city - they weren’t entirely thrilled - but even they weren’t that cruel to insist you stop. That’s how you met Yoongi. You had dropped by his studio one day to inquire about how to donate to the kids program there. It took in kids who were struggling financially and gave them an outlet to express themselves and give them better opportunities in life. Yoongi was running a program to teach some kids about producing and was utterly blown away by the donation you wanted to make towards new equipment. He had caught your eye too, and within a month the two of you were dating.

Around 1p.m. you finally arrived at the gate to your parents estate. Taking a deep breath you buzzed yourself in and drove up the driveway and parked in front. A low whistle could be heard from Yoongi in the passenger seat. he let out a small ‘damn’ as he gawked out of the window up at the luxurious white house in front of the two of you.

“I knew you had money, y/n but damn.” he said in awe causing a blush to creep up your neck. One thing you made sure Yoongi knew what that you weren’t an ATM for him and didn’t plan on blowing all your money on him. Sure you spoiled him on his birthday and on Christmas, but other than that, you hardly spent any money if it wasn’t necessary. He was okay with that though, and he was happy you decided to live the way you did.

“Let’s get this over with. We got lucky we were able to talk ourselves out of church services, this lunch if about the be Hell.” you grumbled before yanking your seat belt off and opening the door with more force than required. Yoongi chuckled at your attitude and followed silently behind you.

Walking into the front doors of the house Yoongi let out another low whistle, “Are you a damn bird?” you barked at him softly, causing him to laugh at you yet again. “I’m sorry. I’m just irritated. I hate coming here.” you apologized as you grabbed onto his hand.

You pulled Yoongi through the white marbled foyer into the sitting room that was adorned in abstract art pieces from all over the world that your father loved to collect. The plush white couches sat empty as a maid gently sat down a piping hot tea tray on the glass coffee table before bowing to you and walking back into the hallway that lead to the kitchen. Walking to the couch you flopped down and began pouring yourself some tea, not even waiting for your mother and father, who you knew couldn’t be too far behind. Yoongi sat down gently beside you, rubbing small circles on your lower back hoping to ease some of the attention.

Loud clicking of heels could be heard on the marble heading your way. You internally groaned. A woman of about 50 walked through the sitting room, a spitting image of you only with more wrinkles around the eyes. A small polite smile sat on her face. Her outfit screaming ‘yeah im made of money’ a cream silk top paired with a pastel pink skirt. A bun tied neatly at the nape of her neck.

“Y/n! My darling!” she cooed as she walked towards your position on the couch, already eyeing the half eaten cookie in your hand. You forced a smile on your face as you sat down your cookie and stood to hug your mother.

“Hi, mom.” you mumbled as she enveloped you into a warm hug and releasing you just as quickkly. “This is Yoongi.” you turned to gesture towards Yoongi who had already stood behind you. He gave a small polite bow before extending his hand for your mother to take. A hand which she took with scrutinization in her eyes.

“Nice to finally meet you, darling.” she forced a small smile, eyeing him up and down - the smile never leaving Yoongi’s face. “Your father is in the dining room waiting. Let’s go.” her tone was clipped as she turned, earning an eyeroll from you before you slipped your hand into Yoongi’s and followed your mother.

Your father appeared in the dining room the same time you did as he walked out of the kitchen. You had always favored him more than your mother. He was always more fair to you than she was. He wanted your happiness, she wanted your success. His hair was more grey this time around than it was at Christmas, a hazard of his job you guessed. He owned a business that employed over a million people all over the world, and he made sure each and every one of them always had something worth coming to work for. He cared so much for his employees.

“Dad!” you yelled as you let go of Yoongi’s hand and ran to your father, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. He laughed and squeezed you tightly back laughing.

“Nice to see you, Y/N. We have missed you around here.” he ruffled your hair and looked up and locked eyes with Yoongi. “This must be the amazing boyfriend I’ve heard so much about! Yoongi, was it?” he extended his hand out for Yoongi to shake, smiling.

“Yes, sir. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Yoongi let go of your fathers hand and you returned to his side.

“Alright, let’s get set down for lunch. Your sister is running late today, she had to run back into the office to do some emergency paperwork that needed to be filed.” your mother cut in as she took her seat at the table.

You and Yoongi sat down as your mother signalled for the staff to bring in the lunch they had probably spent the past two days preparing it to your mothers strict requests. Everything looked delicious, and you could see Yoongi practically drooling from the corner of your eyes. The first half of lunch was relatively silent aside from forks hitting plates and your mother every now and then slurping on her wine.

“So, Yoongi, Y/N said that you’re a producer? Have you made any songs that I may have heard?” your dad questioned through a bite of his ham.

“Ah, probably not. I work mostly with kids and teach them how to work in the studio. I work with a charity downtown where I live.” Yoongi answered, his hand sliding to your lap when he saw you tense slightly.

“Charity work? That’s a respectable thing to do.” your father commented.

“But, does it pay the bills?” your mother piped in with her two cents.

“Mom..” you started before you felt Yoongi’s hand slowly sliding your dress up your thighs, your argument died on your lips. You sent him a questioning look his way but he paid you no mind. His eyes were focused on your mother.

“Well, not as well as most jobs would, but it does pay.” he answered with a smile, his hand travelling further up your thigh causing you to jump slightly in your seat.

“Y/N, are you alright?” your mother questioned, eyeing you over the rim of her wine glasss.

“Mhm.” you mumbled, tight lipped and staring Yoongi down who had still not yet looked your way.

Your father continued to take an interest in Yoongi’s life, while your mother used her usual know it all tone when she tried to speak down about everything he said. Yoongi took everything in stride, even as his hand slipped between your thighs and moved higher. You clenched your legs together in an attempt to stop him, but he didn’t acknowledge it. He continued to converse with your parents as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

What was going through his damn head? Was he seriously trying to literally get into your pants while eating Easter dinner with your parents? You and Yoongi’s sex life was pretty active and neither of you were afraid to try new things but this was borderline insane. His hand crept higher and his attention finally turned to you for a split second when he reached where he was wanting to go. You hadn’t wore underwear with this dress today and he just figured that out. A flash of desire was in his eyes and gone in the same second.

He coaxed your legs apart once more and ran a single finger up and down your folds before gently pushing one finger inside of you, causing you to take a deep breath. All of your attention was focused on Yoongi’s face, trying to make it seem like you were listening to everything he said, when in reality you hadn’t really heard anything he has said in the past few minutes. He had your father laughing and your mother trying to hide an amused smile with whatever it was that he said.

His finger slowly moved in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. With no warning once he was satisfied with how wet you had gotten, he slipped in a second finger. You jumped at the sudden intrusion and your mother sighed. “Seriously, y/n What has gotten into you today?” your mother scolded. You muttered an apology and took a generous sip of your own wine before your parents continued conversation with Yoongi.

Biting your bottomg lip, you tried to keep your noises at bay. One thing Yoongi was good at, was getting you to make the most sinful noises by doing the most amazing things to your body. You cold see the small smirk that was playing at his lips while you struggled to keep a moan from slipping out.

“Sorry we’re late!” your sister called as soon as she walked into the dining room, her husband in tow. “Y/N! Yoongi! So good to see you both again!” she said coming over to hug you quickly. Never indicating she noticed what was going on under the table. She took a seat across from you and Yoongi, joining in on the conversation with your parents.

Yoongi’s fingers began to move faster, creating a hot friction between your thighs, building up the tension in the lower part of your stomach. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, his thumb was suddenly on your clit and rubbing dangerously fast. A low moan crept out without warning and you had to cover it up with a fake coughing fit. Your mother simply shook her head at you - your sister watched you with amused eyes.

The pressure was becoming too much, your breathing was picking up and you could feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm if Yoongi kept going. “Y/N? You look flushed honey. Why don’t you go lay down? Show Yoongi where you two will be sleeping?” you could hear your faathers concerned voice over the idle chit chat at the table. If you weren’t blushing before, you sure as hell were now. Yoongi removed his fingers quickly and wiped them on the inside of his jeans before standing up and helping you from your chair. You didn’t trust your legs at this point.

'I’ll send someone up in about an hour to collect you for tea and dessert.“ your mother called, you just waved in acknowledgment as you dragged Yoongi through the house to your bedroom upstairs. You pulled him into the room and slammed and locked the door, whirling on him.

“What the hell?” you hissed.

“You were tense. I was just helping.” he smirked at you, walking towards you like a predator towards prey. His arms came around your waist and pulled you to him. “You still look a little tense. Let me help you…y/n let me make you feel good.” he whispered into your ear, causing shivers to roll down your spine.

You didn’t answer you just leaned more into his touch - a sigh escaped your lips. “That’s a good girl.” he murmured as he kissed your neck while his hands busied themselves with pulling your skirt up over your waist. “You’re so naughty, not wearing any underwear today. It’s almost like you had this planned.” he bunched your skirt into one hand while the other made its way back between your thighs. “So wet..” he whispered before placing two fingers back inside of you.

This time you let the moans fall free from your lips. Yoongi’s fingers pumped faster nearly bringing you to your climax once again. A groan of frustration escaped from your lips when he pulled his fingers free once again. “Not yet babygirl. Not yet. I’m not done with you.”

Yoongi pulled you towards your bed, pushing you gently so you were bent over the edge, ass in the air and on perfect display for him. You raised up on your elbows and looked back in time to see him pushing his pants down around his ankles before stepping out of them completely and pressing his hips against your ass. “You look so pretty like this y/n.”

“Yoongi, please.” you were practically ready to beg at this point. The anticipation was becoming too much. You needed him and you needed him now after all of that teasing. Yoongi licked his lips and placed his hands around your hips and pulled you against him.

“OKay, babygirl. I’ll take care of you.” his cock was lined up with your entrance and he pushed in gently, giving you a moment to adjust. No matter how many times you had sex with Yoongi, it always took you by surprise how much bigger he was than you remembered. And you fucking loved it. “You ready?” he grunted softly, his fingerd digging into your hips. You just nodded, knowing you wouldn’t be able to make a sound right now.

Yoongi’s pace started off slow, still allowing you to adjust slightly before his thrusting became fast and hard. The only sounds in the room were his harsh breathing and the slapping of his hips against your ass as he thrust into you - an occasional moan from you. “You always take it so good, babygirl. You’re so good to me.” Yoongi muttered from above you as he thrust harder into you from behind.

“Fuck Yoongi..” you moaned when he hit that spot that made you see stars. “Yoongi..” you started again but interupted by another moan falling from your mouth. His hips thrusting becoming harder, sending your mind reeling from your train of thought. God, did it feel good. Sex with Yoongi was never boring to say the least.

“Ahhhh, fuCK” Yoongi moaned out loud as you started to move with him, meeting his hips with your own thrusts, creating a tighter feeling in your stomach. “Babygirl, ahh I love it when you do that.” he moaned as his hand came down and slapped your ass, pulling a moan from you in return.

“Yoongi..I can’t..I can’t hold on much longer.” you moaned. “I’m gonna..”

“I got you babygirl.” he grunted, his hands gripping your hips almost painfully as his thrusts became harder and faster than before. “Let go baby.” he moaned as his thrusting finally brought you over the edge. A loud moan came from you as his thrusting began to become erratic, as he sought his own orgasm. “Babygirl, I’m gonna cum…fuck…” he warned you before his final thrust into you.

He held your hips still as his rode out his high, his body almost collapsing ontop of yours. His lips leaving searing kissed down your exposed back from where he shoved your dress out of the way. “Fuck..” he whispered before pulling of out you and falling beside you on the bed out of breath.

“You okay? I didn’t hurt you or anything?” his eyes were closed but his hand reached out for you. You turned to your side and laid your head on his shoulder.

“I’m fine. Let’s get cleaned up.” you said, planting a small kiss on his temple before half stumbling to your bathroom and returning with a clothe for him to clean up after you finished cleaning yourself up. “You know this is supposed to be your job.” you joked when you laid back down beside him on the bed.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I think I over did it.” he chuckled, taking the rag from you and quickly cleaning up and redressing. He laid back down beside you on the be and pulled you close. “We have about another half hour before we have to go back down. Wanna go again?”

“Are you crazy?” you laughed swatting his ass playfully.

“I take that as a yes.” he leaned over you and kissed you softly before pushing your hair behind your ear and looking down at you. “I love you.” he said.

Your cheeks flushed a full red and you smiled. It was the first time he said it to you and you had been waiting almost a whole month to say it to him, but he beat you to it. You just smiled at him and pecked his lips quickly. “I love you too.” Yoongi grinned down at you and cuddled back against your side, the two of you drifting off to a small nap.

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EPISODE EIGHT: “MERGE! Oh bitch how tasty” - Kurt

So after Trent walked there was silence for a long time, and an announcement came out (well two). The first was the Trent announcement (RIP we will avenge you!) At the bottom it announced he was the first member of the JURY! This excites me for three reasons. First off, I never made jury on my original season in Easter Island because I won and during my second season (darksided Generations) I was a self proclaimed (with heavy delusion) pre jury robbed goddess. The second reason that I almost shit my corduroys that jury stage was here was because if I was a pre merge juror, I would not under ANY circumstance vote for someone’s game I did not see. I also know Trent is personally rooting for original Armonia villains which is a vote in my pocket if I end up at the end. My final reason that I was excited was that I was happy that Trent got to participate in the jury stage because he deserves it. He played a phenomenal pre merge game and I’m happy he gets to at least have a say in the winner, regardless of the outcome.

I was getting to my other point, the second announcement came minutes later....MERGE! Oh bitch how tasty. I was stoked because we’re officially at that point. It’s also a little scary because there’s only five original Armonia left with Trent going. I’m also scared because I know Andreas and I have bad blood from Easter Island when my alliance bullied him all season long. I have a lot of ass kissing to do and I hope I have some good acting skills because this is going to be a chore. Actually the more I think about it, the only bright side of merge is that we’re that much closer to making it to the end. Oh and NED. Hydra is reunited and oh it feels good.

MERGE!! Yes! I’m so happy, and better yet—the people I wanted out most are gone! Olivia, Keegan and Trent. They were all coming for my head, and I LOVE they left one by one. That’s karma for you. Don’t get me wrong, I like/love them all on a personal level, but game wise I’m so happy they’re gone and I’m glad Trent is fine. Now I’m meeting the final batch of people. Sarah I already know but I need to catch up with her! Nikolas unless he’s just not there is online and hasn’t responded in an hour or so, but he was cool to talk to. Lukas and Matt however I do like the most right now! Matt I feel I’m connecting with a bit and same with Lukas. Kurt and Sharifa I still feel connected to, but Kurt said he can’t trust anybody right now due to what was going on, and him and sharifa were feeling me in on everything. Basically Olivia’s antics with going after me really messed her and her group up and it got her caught with her strategy like I knew she’d get caught eventually. I peeped her and Trent way before the curve, mainly because they were that fucking obvious. Jake I have to KEEP my eye on. Because they said he was upset with Olivia going but he’s saying he heard what Olivia was trying and was happy she’s gone. So imma have to feel him out but for now I think he’s lying due to what I’ve heard. As for the heroes I love them all and I really hope we stick together or they’ll just pick us all off. And that I don’t want to happen. At all. And I just hope for once I can chill and not have my name thrown, but you never know. This could be the start to a very messy round. I usually sleep late but I might sleep early because I feel I might be getting sick and I know as soon as I take this medicine I’ll be drowsy so we’ll see!!

Whew Chile... what a moment yesterday was. So the morning after me sharifa and kurt are plotting to blindside Sarah, I see that kurt called w nicklas and downplayed our relationship which nicklas didn’t buy but wasn’t too shaded by it. But I decided to tell sharifa and kurt that I know nicklas so they trust him more Which resulted in kurt going AWFF thinking that his game was ruined or something? Idk i was shaking but we talked it out and he was calm Then the plan for Sarah gets scrapped because trent decides to quit! It sucked because he would be a number for us, but it’s best to respect his wishes.... So trent goes and then we MERGE. Lord help me. I ain’t ready for this shit S O S

We merged....... im so happy because i could not stay on the heroes for much longer. We were getting too small and it was scary honestly. Of the 12 people in the game, there's 3 I haven't played this season with yet, which isn't terrible! I'm not meeting a bunch of people. I've also had a lot happening in my personal life so that's been impacting my ability to interact. One thing that is noteworthy is that Ned, Sarah, and I have reunited finally and we are about to run this game !!!!! Let it be KNOWN!!!

So these are my thoughts on everyone: Sarah: Love her, would die for her, we are co-winning this game together with Ned. Ned: Love him, would die for him, we are co-winning this game together with Sarah. Chris: So I know I've been 'working with him' but I don't trust him because I think he's a lot closer to Malik then I think. He is good for my game but I'm only working with him because I need to. Dennis: Similarly to Chris, I am only working with him because I need to. I think he might be reading into that more then Chris is... but I could be wrong. I think he presents as more of a target then me. Malik: I think he would turn on me if it meant saving his ass. But I think he's an asset to have around because people are mad with him. Lukas: I like him, he's funny and nice. I haven't been able to play with him alot because of the swap but hopefully we can. Nicklas: I think he's very smart as a former winner, so I am careful but I think we have a decent enough connection. Matt: Me and Matt are both playing each other and it's the funniest thing ever LOL.... anyways he's smart and will shoot himself in the butt for it. Jake: Don't know him much but I heard he is a snake so I want him OUT. Sharifa: SO DANGEROUS !! I think she's really dangerous but a good ally to have around maybe (?). I have a lot of respect for her coming back and being her true self so that's very empowering. Kurt: So the thing about Kurt was we played before but I wasn't really worried about that.... but I have found out from multiple sources that he worried about that. And no amount of me talking to him has changed that? So looks like I am now worried about that? UGHH Anyways this merge should be fun.... i just want single digits

Okay so we merged and yeah now I’m feeling really grateful to have made it to this point, jokes aside. I am really grateful to have had the opportunity to not only play with Sharifa again but get to know her as a person so much deeper. She is such an admirable person and she really touches my heart. I know I’m sappy about her a lot but she truly is one of my closest friends in my real life.

The way my current relationships stand right now is ranked (w/ reasoning as so) 1. Sharifa (duh) 2. Jake (my fellow f@ggot) 3. Ned (boy you lucky for Hydra) 4. Lukas (he thinks he’s my #1, I love him tho) 5. Malik (as much as I know his act is a facade, he thinks were close so) 6. Nicklas (we had a good talk and basically compared notes, very intelligent) 7. Matt (neutral, I trust him a bit to stay villain strong but only for so long) 8. Sarah (same feelings as I have toward Matt) 9. Andreas (we spoke and I apologized and he accepted, progress people) 10. Chris (seems friendly enough but Ned told me he has an idol so kinda sketch) 11. Dennis (hard to read, nice enough but know he’s heroes strong) & HOSTS 1. Nicole (my fav host sorry boys) 2. Owen (picks up the slack) 3. Andrew (quality humour but our fight sis :( ) 4. Monty (idk her....bc she’s intern & not around much) Love y’all ❤️

So Jake came clean to Sharifa and myself about having a relationship with Nicklas. This raises serious red flags for us because it’s like we’ve been questioning if Jake is truly with us or not this entire time and have wanted to believe he was. He claims he is closer with us and Nicklas is just the equivalent to like my Lukas. Sure, that’s a fair comparison, but the difference is that I told The Cock Destroyers about Lukas. Nicklas was Jake’s best and worst kept secret. Now I’m second guessing everything I say to him but I still want to truly believe we are sisters till the end. If he fucks us over I will be absolute heartbroken. Like, he’s my amigas cheetah.

Of the four newest people I’ve met, I feel the most connected to Lukas and slightly Matt. Nicklas before comes on or messages and Sarah only messages a couple of times and then vanishes. She’s someone I also know so I could use that bond but idk if I can trust her yet or not. The only one I feel I can trust atm is lukas but I’ll have to see how that goes.

Malik is a lot. I play along with most of his flirtation and advances but it’s solely to get myself in his good graces to ensure I have a loyal ally and someone looking out for me. It’s also because I made the mistake of purposely approaching him and almost like lead him on. Now he’s so attached and I can’t for the sake of my game just be like “not really into it please stop”. And I know there’s other boys who are uncomfortable by it too. Unfortunately right now he is our Phillip and we have to keep him around for now....Fuck im so mean. I make him sound so bad, he’s actually fine, I’m just a huge asshole and Malik when you see this I’m sorry dude.

K i guess i should update you When we swapped i connected with matt and sharifa the most Hated trent bc he tried to spread my name but we decided to vote kage out bc hes crazy-anyways now that we have merged sharifa wants to form some fucking majority alliance with the villains since we have majorty Only thing is that i like chris and dennis ALSO andreas, ned and I are in a f3 together and they know I have the idol. So anyways this isnt gonna work, i need to play secret spy but its gonna be hard deceiving sharifa. I got her to confide in me that she has the idol and I told her i have the idol as well -i regret telling her Also andreas and ned told me chris has the idol so im 100% certain the 3 of us know where all the idols are. Anyways, this is messy, im still a bitch and I need to figure something out. Wish me luck bitches ‘

I don’t like Matt anymore. He keeps reading my private messages and is talking in main chat and isn’t saying much or a word or reacted to me or anything. So I feel like he’s going to try to message me once immunity is over and I’m going to just roll my eyes and laugh so hard. I thought the guy was cool, but I spoke too soon. I did feel like something was off from the gate anyways with his first responses. I just won’t message him until he messages me but rn the only villain I like from the other tribe is Lukas. Sarah step it up sis I wanna say positive things about you!! On the other hand, Teen Titans all think we’re in trouble, so I’m thinking about snatching Kurt since he doesn’t trust anyone from his tribe and see how that goes. I would do Sharifa too, but I feel she’s likely connected with the others. But if I leave her out of a vote she could very well not trust me anymore. But the only original tribe members I trust are Ned and Kurt. And I trust the Teen Titans, we just need one more number incase they come for us. Maybe rocks I see?!

Sarah says something after I mention that she hasn’t been too talkative? Hmmm

Looking at the merge, I am PUMPED and NERVOUS and ready to LOSE! A lot of different scenarios can play out here- Heroes vs Villains prevail or Armonia vs Molysmeno. I have faith it won't end in the latter, in fact, I suspect lines may be a little blurred, but maybe not in the first tribal council or two. Having that said, a lot of people are surprising me this round in a good way such as Lukas,, Kurt, and Sharifa! Whereas my old pals of Sarah and Matt might have slipped in some people's eyes, I have to keep them in mind when figuring out what happens next. Jake may be targeted but I'm not gonna count on it just yet. All in all, I think I prefer Teen Titans more than Mystery Incorporated because it feels so genuine, but we'll see!

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It would seem Malik's talking to Kurt/Lukas on turning on the villains. I'm not too sure how I feel about that. In order to fully trust that, I'd have to look into those 2 actually giving a name instead of wanting us to. Having that said, Dennis does not trust Kurt, Matt is sheeping to avoid 3-peating his merge boot status I suppose, the rest of the villains I guess dropped the whole Ned vote campaigns, and everyone else playing the Waiting Game like time is money so yeah

I do feel it is a little intriguing how the villains are acting coy and facetious when they have a majority, not to mention, hold more people than others. It's pretty telling that this group is pretty passive. Nevertheless, my intentions are to get the scoop and solve this mystery

Guess who is ready to lose their mind ???????????? So Malik is trying to get Kurt and Lukas to vote with the heroes which I know for a fact is not happening because Sarah told me that Kurt said that wasn't going to happen. Now im going to call Kurt because he's being shady and says he wants to vote the villains ? Kurt WHAT ARE YOU DOING

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My goddddddd. I hate this merged tribe. The smart thing to do would be to stick to the villain numbers, but I know each villain has like 20 connections each outside of the villain tribe. I don’t like Andreas. He is fake to me. Idk why. I’m working so hard on making Malik like me, but he’s sketchy too. I love Dennis but I don’t think he loves me that much. Ned is a ghost. As of now I’m just going to sit back and let people handle this shit without me. I don’t think I’ll be the target if the heroes seize control, so that’s good. Shall be interesting.

Just got off my hour long call with Kurt and I felt good about it, I think we can trust each other. But then DENNIS messages lukas and sends a lie to him that Malik getting Lukas and Kurt is a ploy??? WTF ???? What is happening right now

Remember when I said I was going to lose my mind? YUP thats still happening. just about to hop on call with sharifa to show im willing to work with the crazy villains

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Honestly? This vote sucks ass. As mentioned in the video, Nicklas was nice enough to tell me whats "actually" going on and I honestly feel like its best to just let it happen, because no matter what. One of my allies goes home. Either crackhead Malik, who has a big heart and is just trying his best, or big heart chris who shared his idol with apparently the entire world and has to pay the price for it. I've been contemplating about this for the past 3.5 hrs and idk, as bad as this sounds, it just feels like it is better to not properly warn him. I've tried to give him hints that something isn't up or right tonight, but I can only do so much to hopefully not completely crucify my game. Of course there is the chance that I am actually the one who is going home or they are trying to send ned home anyways and bait an idol like that, but idk. I don't know why Nicklas would lie to me, when I am a valuable number to him. IF I survive I just need to start over and get my social game going properly. If you read this Chris and you actually went home tonight, I am heartbroken and sad, I would've gone as deep as possible with you and Andreas too, if he wasn't close to others aswell.

Im getting this weird feeling in my stomach that the tribal won't go as planned. Malik has gotten really quiet, and when he does that it normally means he is mad. I'm not surprised and honestly if someone didn't run their mouth I'd be surprised. Maybe I am the one going home ?? Who knows

It's gotten like wild quiet? Am i going home ? Randomly really nervous

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princepriestandpirate · 6 years

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Character Asks for Rowan!

ok here u go!

1. How many dead parents do they have?

if you include his godfather, three.

2. How good are they at tongue twisters?

i dont think he has a natural talent for them, but he’s also spent a LOT of time by himself out on the road, so he’s probably gotten bored enough to practice some of them, so he’s decent at a few.

3. Biggest regret?

didn’t do as much as he could have to save his sister

4. Are they formally trained or have they gone through a more organic learning experience for their skillset?

a weird mix of both? with magic, he started out being trained formally and then was self-taught while he was on the road. with weapons, some of the kajitanni guards that were with him & marcus taught him, but it wasn’t in a formal setting it was just while they were traveling.

5. If they could hang out with one famous person in 18th century American History, who would they want to hang out with?

i do not know or care enough about 18th century american history to have an answer to this question

6. What’s their theme song?

probably Run or Hide by Run River North atm (pre-game beginning, probably The Road by Frank Turner)

7. What fictional character are they most like? Was this an intentional or accidental influence?

i didn’t really base him off of any existing character, so i don’t know! but i do relate him to anastasia (from the movie/musical) a bit, although that’s almost entirely due to the whole “secret royalty” bit and the fact that some of the songs kinda fit. personality wise i don’t think they have anything in common tho.

8. Paper or plastic?

plastic

9. What’s their dump stat?

most of his stats are actually pretty good? so i think his worst stat is like a 3 way tie between strength, con, and wis (and all of those are still p good).

10. What’s their best stat?

dex!

11. What is their favorite anime?

i think he’d really like cowboy bebop

12. What’s their favorite beverage?

he likes black tea, would also probably like coffee if that exists in universe. i think he just likes bitter foods/drinks in general.

13. If they can use magic, what’s their favorite spell?

message in terms of being super useful, although he also finds magic missile very fun to use in battle.

14. Most heroic thing they have ever done?

probably helping to fight off attackers when they tried to attack the capital building? …he hasnt done a lot of very heroic things tbh.

15. Most despicable thing they have ever done?

nothing, he’s perfect.

(jk, although i can’t think of anything specific that was downright despicable, although in general: he can be pretty unforgiving towards enemies, and he feels kinda bad about lying to people he cares about, even if it’s completely justified)

16. Are they a hero or a supporting protagonist?

a mix of both, but i’d say he leans a bit more hero.

17. What’s their favorite food?

i don’t know what food actually exists in canon but he likes spicy foods! and any food that reminds him of stuff he liked as a kid.

18. Would they rather fight a hundred duck-sized horses, or one horse-sized duck?

one horse-sized duck. like yeah, it’s bigger, but it’s way easier to get a couple good hits on one big creature and take it down than having to deal with a shit ton of smaller creatures. that would take…so long, especially with his fighting style. precision is easier w/ a single target.

19. They have to go live on a deserted island. They can take one thing and one person. What do they take?

can you take a boat? if not, he’d take a dagger. and he’d bring lumley, because she’s his best friend, is a ranger and therefore would be pretty useful in the wilderness, and also can just make fresh water whenever she wants.

20. Are they religious? If so, what god or gods do they serve?

not really? he wasn’t raised in any specific religion, although he does believe in gods in general and has some reverence for them. he just doesn’t actively worship anyone.

21. How did they become an adventurer?

uh, depends on what point you deem the beginning of him being an adventurer? one point would be that after the death of his family, he basically lived on the road for a decade while in hiding, and when he was sixteen started formally acting as a spy, traveling back and forth from the desert by himself carrying information.

i guess you could also technically consider his “call to adventure” to be when he received a “wedding invitation” from the high councilor’s daughter and accompanied lumley to the kajitanni capital where nasuada was like “hey you’re gonna do even more dangerous spy stuff now” and he was like “okay sure i guess” and now here we are

22. Most amazing monster they have ever killed or helped kill?

none? he helped fight some ppl who were attacking the kajitanni capital but that’s about it.

23. Thoughts on death?

doesn’t want it to happen to him any time soon, but when he does he hopes he’ll be reunited with his family again.

24. Do they have any interesting skills?

he has a history proficiency because he’s a fucking nerd.

25. Favorite animal?

xiall! he had one for a bit when he was younger, her name was hazel & he loved her a lot

26. Expansion of civilization or the preservation of nature?

i think he generally sides with civilization, but not at the expense of the destruction of nature. i think that he would ideally want to find a balance between the two.

27. They’re at a tavern. They bump into a big burly angry drunk with a combative attitude. What happens?

he either tries to talk his way out of it or tries to slip away without being noticed

28. What do they do between quests?

i’m not sure i’d call it “between quests” but in his downtime he likes to explore whatever city or town he’s in. although this usually results in him looking for a bookstore and buying a new book or two and then spending the rest of his downtime reading.

29. Biggest positive and negative influences on their life and development?

positive: most of the adults in his life, honestly? his dad was a big positive influence, as was alduri, but even after they weren’t part of his life anymore, people like marcus and ezna picked up the slack and gave him some sort of support system to rely on and some stability in his life (which he did not have a lot of)

negative: does it have to be a person? because most of the people in his life have been pretty good for him. if anything, the most negative impact on his life came from him being by himself so much, and not really having any friends his age.

if it has to be a person does “whoever sent assassins to his house” count

30. Would they smooch a ghost?

he would consider it. depends on the ghost, he’d have to get to know them first. (is the ghost briston? he’d smooch briston, have u seen him)

#yourladybrie #rowan #THIS IS SO LATE HERE YOU GO HAPPY THANKSGIVING

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Just stay with me: marichat?

Marinette huddled under her blanket, her hands clutched around a mug of steaming tea to help fight off the cold.

She didn’t want to go inside.

She had thought she had seen the worst of it. She had faced down so many akumas. She had fought against her best friend with barely a flinch of hesitation, knowing that she could do what needed to be done and that everything would be alright. She thought there was nothing she couldn’t handle.

She had never thought she might have to fight her own mother.

Marinette huddled further into the corner of her terrace.

They had been victorious of course. Cleansing the akuma and restoring the city to rights. But while the superficial damage may have been repaired, the emotional damage was taking a toll that Marinette had never realized was possible until it struck at the heart of her own family.

The attack last night had been all over the news. They always were. The first time the footage aired that morning Marinette had watched in horror as her usually indomitable mother had burst into tear, shutting herself in the bedroom and leaving a silent Tom and Marinette to finish the morning preparation. The normally bustling bakery had been a ghost town, and even though Marinette was off from school her father had told her there was little she could help with and to go enjoy her day off since there wasn’t much to be done.

Alya had insisted that this was normal and would die down in a day or two, sending Marinette several links to articles and interviews she had done on the subject. It didn’t do much to lift Marinette’s spirits, but she couldn’t help but feel an awed sense of pride at the incredible dedication her friend had towards her site.

Sabine had of course eventually recovered after a few hours. Coming down and joining Tom in the empty shop, but in spite of her attempts to act as though everything was fine, the general atmosphere was sullen. Tom had ultimately retreated to the kitchen to take his frustrations out on a new bread recipe he had wanted to try, and Marinette had retreated to her balcony.

She felt like a failure.

She kept seeing the image of her mother- twisted and transformed into one of Hawkmoths minions, glaring at her lunging forward to rob her of her Miraculous.

It had been by far one of her worst fights. Her mind had been unable to focus, instead racing with questions and wondering if she could have stopped this.

Thank God for Chat. He had immediately registered her distress and more than picked up the slack, taking the lead for a change. He had forsaken his habitual good humored flirting and managed the battle with a quiet, efficient intensity that she would not have expected from her usually exuberant partner.

It had been over in a matter of minutes, one of their shorter battles if she was being honest. But it had somehow felt like an eternity, and she had barely been able to get through the traditional fist bump before fleeing the scene so that no one would see her burst into tears.

Now here she was, huddled helplessly against the wind, her face stained with tears that had been falling on and off for the last few hours, ashamed to go inside.

She heard the sound of footfalls on the roof and looked up expecting to see her father. Instead she was met with the concerned green eyes of her partner.

“Chat… what are you doing here?” she asked fighting the urge to attempt to straighten up her appearance.

“I like to check up on the victims after the attacks,” he said collapsing his baton and stowing it behind his back.

“I wasn’t the victim.”

“I know. I already spoke to your mother down in the bakery.”

“Oh,” Marinette said, surprised, “How…” she trailed off.

“She’ll be ok,” Chat said coming to sit down beside her. “She was blaming herself for something she had no control over.” He gave Marinette an assessing glance. “Seems to be a trait with the Cheng women I see.”

She laughed softly then scooted closer and dropped her head against his shoulder. Too tired and too heartsick to care that she was untransformed and therefore shouldn’t be showing this level of familiarity.

Chat’s eyes widened slightly in surprise but he made no effort to stop her, only adjusting slightly so they fit together in a more comfortable angle.

“I didn’t know you did this,” she said quietly.

“Did what?”

“Visited with the victims. It’s very kind of you.”

“No one should have to go through something like this alone,” he said, “pain is worse if you don’t talk to anyone about it. It can change you, leave you broken. Even hurt the people around you.”

“You sound like you have some experience on the subject.”

“I might.”

She nodded slightly and took a small sip of her tea. “Do you talk to all of the victims?” she asked curiously.

“No, not all of them. Some of them don’t need it, I’ll go to check in on them and they will already be on the road to recovery. Your friend Alya for example. She had her own ways of coping.”

“You should have talked to her anyways. You know she would have adored getting a personal visit from Chat Noir.”

“You know in retrospect you are right,” he said with a small smile. “Next time I’m on patrol I’ll make a point of letting her catch me for an interview. Unless you want to make my life easier and just help with a set up?”

“She’s coming over for a sleepover tomorrow night,” Marinette said feeling warmer for the first time all day.

“I’ll be sure to coincidentally land on your balcony during my rounds. Say around 9:00?”

Marinette smiled.

“So, who was the most difficult person for you to talk to?” she asked.

Chat thought for a moment, his brow furrowing in concentration.

“Probably the little girl, the one who stole all your dolls, remember?”

“You talked to Manon?”

“Yeah, that one was rough. Not gonna lie I went home that night and put together a Hawkmoth dart board. Might have gotten a little carried away. Even stabbed the thing with a fencing sword if you can believe it.”

Marinette laughed, pressing closer against her partner and he wrapped an arm around her.

“That’s actually kind of fantastic,” she said, “Do you still have it?”

“Nah, my father made me take it down. I think it freaked him out that I was violently lashing out what most of Paris thinks of as some unknown mystical super being.”

“What do you think of him as?”

“Exactly what he is- some guy in a suit who thinks its ok to terrorize innocent people for his own selfish gain. He might have powers but he’s just an ordinary man.”

“Like you are?” she said, looking up at him and for the first time desperately wishing she could know the boy behind the mask.

“Exactly.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Marinette sipping on her tea without really tasting it and Chat rubbing his hand idly up and down her arm over the blanket.

“Why did you come to talk to me?” Marinette asked at last.

“Because you looked like you needed a friend,” he replied.

“I do,” she admitted, hating the pricking of tears she could feel returning to her eyes, “I really do.”

“Is there anything I can do for you princess?” he asked tenderly, wrapping his other arm around her and pulling her in close.

“Just stay with me.”

Look I did angst!!!! Part of my 4 word prompt drabbles. Not taking on new ones atm just finishing the ones I have.

#4 word prompt drabbles #my drabbles #marichat

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